Moss & Freud (2025) Movie Script
1
Fuckin' hell.
Have new message.
Kate, it's Bella.
I'm not sure
if you're back in London yet,
but I just wanted to remind you
about your meeting with Dad.
Uh, it's at 8:00.
Well, he's...
he's very particular,
he's a bit of a stickler
for being on time.
Well, good luck.
Okay, bye.
Miss Moss,
please, come this way.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Could you imagine
anything more beautiful?
Come and see.
Titian's Diana and Actaeon .
I sometimes
like to think of myself
as Actaeon in the painting.
The silliness of the man...
and the questionable assumption
he has an effect
on the women's behaviour.
When I see something like this,
so perfect...
I wonder how could
this have been painted?
It must have always been here.
I don't really know him.
Beautiful colours.
I tend to think
when colours work,
they are the colours of life.
Don't you think?
Yeah,
Damien would definitely agree.
Damien?
Damien Hirst.
He's obsessed by colour.
It's so amazing
that we're here all alone.
- It's so quiet.
- Yes, quiet.
I'm very lucky
that they let me in here
outside of hours, I suppose.
It's a bit like
having a bus pass.
Thank you for the invitation.
Oh.
The painting...
is quite sensual.
Most definitely.
Somehow, life appears
more permanent
without clothes.
Heard that before.
People sometimes state
that my paintings
are psychological.
I've always thought of them
as biological.
My desire is to get
to the core of the being.
When the person is naked,
there is no hiding.
Only truth.
And that is
far more interesting,
don't you think?
I like the idea of truth.
Bella told me about
your interview in the magazine.
I'm not sure what it was called.
But yes...
I think a painting
could be good.
- Really?
- Yeah.
But do you think
you have the time?
I'm quite aware of what
a busy life you must lead.
I could maybe do
a couple of evenings.
It would be more than that.
I anticipate three evenings
a week. Every week.
Three?
And we start
at exactly 7:00 pm each time.
No later.
Until?
Until the painting
is finished.
I'd like to begin this month,
if possible.
I have a few
on the go and others
that may or may not need
to be started.
You understand?
Yeah, I do. But...
I don't know
if I can commit to that.
Oh.
But listen, I... I'll ask Lucy.
- Lucy?
- My agent.
- Oh.
- I've got a couple
of fashion weeks coming up,
a couple of campaign things
and some party things
that I'll go to.
A lot of things, then.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Oh.
Perhaps you might like
to leave now.
I was going to have
a look around.
Before the hordes descend.
Yeah, you're right.
Better get going.
I'm here and I'm doing it,
but I'm not...
I'm not going to Rio.
There's no fucking way.
I've got to go, Luce, okay?
All right, love you.
Oh, fucking cunts.
What a fucking night.
We'll need Kate in hair
and make-up in five.
You all right?
Where is she?
She's in the dressing room.
Kate...
you look absolutely amazing.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Yeah... yeah, I'm fine.
I'm... I'm excited.
Okay...
okay, listen to me, Kate.
Fuck everyone else.
You are Greta Garbo.
You are Greta Garbo
and Brigette Bardot...
smoking siren
of the next century.
Yeah?
That's amazing, Martino.
Really.
But can I just have a second,
please?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
Take all the time you need.
Fuck you, prick.
Kate.
-Shall we begin, Kate?
-Yeah.
-Give them what they want.
-Okay.
Yes.
Incredible.
Beautiful.
Glorious.
Yes.
Fuck off!
Stop it!
I've been taken
to this club.
It's in Kreuzberg.
Yeah, I'm alone.
Yeah, there's no others, babe.
Look Lucy,
- can you just stop...
- No phones.
...fussing, please?
Please?
Please? Bye, babe. Bye. Bye.
Please let me in.
I've been working all day.
I'm sorry.
Tonight is S&M.
Couples only.
S&M?
Oh, fuck's sake.
All the rules, all the rules.
If they want S&M,
I'll fucking give them S&M.
Okay.
You're coming with me.
Come on.
I'm so fucking stupid.
Oh, love.
I'm so sorry, Luce.
Oh.
I'm not feeling very well.
Hey, it's okay.
Come home, Kate. Have a rest.
You need a break, love.
I've decided to do the painting.
What painting?
The painting with Lucian.
Oh, that.
You were talking about that.
Yeah.
Sounds like fun.
I've spoken
to his assistant, David.
Hmm.
I'm going there
straight from the airport.
No, you're not.
We've got Gucci at 11:00.
And then that other thing,
it's important.
Yeah, but those things
will wait for us, won't they?
They've been waiting
a long time.
It's not like I haven't done
them favours in the past.
Yeah,
but it's a lot of money,
and they've had it
in their books--
Yeah, as I said...
they can wait.
Everyone can just fucking wait.
Okay, Kate.
I'll get in touch with them
and we can figure something out.
- Hmm, Lucy.
- Yes, love?
Gonna need to see a hairdresser.
I'm done with all this.
Hello?
So sorry I'm late.
Hi, Kate.
Oh, hi.
It's... it's David?
Yes, yes, that's right.
Good journey?
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Well, shall I take you
upstairs to the studio?
- Upstairs?
- Upstairs.
You know, I remember you
from the clubs.
You were tiny.
Just a little girl.
But even then,
I knew you had something.
Leigh said the same thing.
- Really?
- Hmm.
He used to say, one day,
I'm gonna be skinnier
than that bitch.
Oh, that is so funny.
- Thank you, David.
- Hiya.
It is five minutes past 7:00.
If I am to paint you...
I need absolute commitment.
I'm afraid nothing else will do.
I always start at 7:00 pm.
Yeah, well, it's been
a bit of a day today.
Flying back and...
I rang David, I left Berlin,
and here I am.
I'm really supposed to be
getting ready for a shoot
in San Paolo, so...
Uh, David?
Would you be so kind as to open
a bottle of Dom Perignon?
I think perhaps that will be
a fitting start to our session.
That'd be lovely.
Oh.
What was your day today?
Oh, it was just a travel day.
I'm not gonna lie,
I'm a little delicate.
Exhausted?
Yeah, you could say that.
What happens in Berlin
stays in Berlin, eh?
Is it taxing?
A little more chaotic than here.
All eyes on me.
I can only imagine.
I'm a runway show pony.
Last week I was Greta Garbo,
I don't know
who I'll be tomorrow.
Come, shall we begin?
It's the same bed
I painted Leigh Bowery on.
Where would you like...
How should I sit?
Oh, you can sit however
which way you feel comfortable.
How about this?
Perhaps move your left arm
further around.
Oh yes, I like this.
Is that comfortable for you?
No.
Why don't we try something
a little more natural?
After all, we shall be here
rather longer
than a fashion shoot, I imagine.
That is so condescending.
I built a bloody career
of fashion shoots
for like 14 years now.
It's not easy.
Perhaps you could place
your arm on this.
Up here. Let me try.
All right.
Oh...
- oh yes, this is much better.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
- Okay.
Now I'd like to begin
with some charcoal.
Uh, perhaps you could...
Uh...
Actually, Lucian...
I remember what you said
in the gallery...
about truth and permanence.
I don't want to hide anymore.
I see.
Just me.
We can certainly try.
I'd like you to feel
that you can be yourself.
I want to try.
So how did it go?
It was strange, but...
good strange.
He's quite intense, isn't he?
Yeah.
The house is just amazing.
I mean, all of the artwork
on the walls is just crazy.
Feels like another world.
Must have been fun
growing up there.
Well, Esther and I lived
with my mother.
She was a bit of a...
free spirit.
Dad would just...
turn up in his Bentley.
I don't know,
it made us feel like he was
breaking us out of prison.
Liberation.
How long were your parents
married?
Well, they were
never married.
Dad was married twice, but...
He had a lot of women
in his life.
He seemed to like
getting women pregnant.
Love is a very different thing
with Dad.
He's totally unbound
by convention.
He's got something about him.
I like him.
He's painting me nude.
I wanted to.
It's strange, I've been nude
for thousands
of photo shoots, but...
this just feels,
like, different.
Hmm.
Oh, shit. Sorry, I've got to go.
Oh, I've gotta go to the studio.
You know what he's like
if you're late!
Of course! You go.
How long do you think
it will take?
Good question.
Um, well, how big's the canvas?
- Like that?
- Oh, dear.
That's quite a big one. Uh...
I'd say several months...
possibly a year.
- What?
- Yeah.
-Sorry.
-Oh my God.
Okay, I'd better go
speed things up,
- then.
- Yeah.
-Bye, babe.
-Bye. Have a good time.
I will do.
I'll say, "hi" to your Dad.
Yeah.
Lucian?
Lucian?
Lucian?
Are you okay?
Your elbow.
- My elbow?
- Uh, this one.
It needs to come down.
Sorry, I thought that you
were...
Please, move it down.
- More?
- A... a little more.
More.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know
what's the matter with me.
- I'm so embarrassed.
- It's okay.
I can understand the fear
one may have
exposing themselves.
I've done it myself.
No, I get that. I've spent
half my life naked
in front of the camera.
Hey, do you mind
-if I have another cigarette?
-I... no, I don't usually...
Be my guest.
I'm sorry.
I just feel a bit weird.
What?
Lucian...
I think maybe
you should get down now.
Welcome back,
everyone.
Especially to my guest
in the studio today, Kate Moss.
Thank you.
Kate, I know you have
an extra special song
you'd like us to play.
Tell us a bit about it.
Um, "Madame George".
It reminds me
of every happy moment.
Holidays in Tuscany.
Cypress Avenue.
Summer days driving my car
through country lanes.
And the sun shining.
Lucian.
"When he has gone,
I'll have a word in his ear".
"And say what I was about to say
at the meeting about to happen".
"Which has now taken place".
-"But he said nothing".
-"At the meeting
about to take place".
"It is only now that he turns...
and smiles...
and whispers...
'I do not know...
what will happen next'".
There are schools
in South London, you know.
Yes.
How much did you know
about me before this?
Not too much.
Of course I'd seen
your photograph,
uh, in the newspapers
and magazines.
How do I measure up
in real life?
Would you like to be an actress
perhaps one day?
No.
I wouldn't have
the patience
to wait on set
all day in a trailer.
It's funny.
When I got started,
I did this campaign
with this male model.
Anyway, they obviously wanted me
to go topless with him.
He was such an arsehole to me.
You wouldn't believe.
I was 17 years old.
I was shy about my body.
And I just took it.
I stayed in bed
for like two weeks after.
I think that's why
I have to play these roles
in front of the camera.
I promised myself
I'd never feel like that again.
I don't usually want people
to see the real me.
To go inside,
that's precious, isn't it?
Anyway, where did all this
interest in me come from?
Uh, Bella told me
about the magazine article.
Was it ID? Tank?
-No, I... I'm afraid I don't
know. -Don't worry.
I once wrote an essay...
for Encounters magazine.
It turns out the magazine
was funded by the CIA.
A literary riposte to the USSR.
Have you heard of it?
Well, anyway, it's probably
quite hard to find a copy now.
Lucian.
It's been going around
and around in my head.
The first day...
you sort of just froze.
What were you thinking about?
Was it about a woman?
I...
I tell you what,
I... I'm rather hungry.
Hmm? How about you?
I could eat.
I do fancy a drink.
Well, let's go to Origin.
- Huh? Do you know it?
- Yeah, of course.
Oh.
I'll let my driver know.
He's just outside.
I'd like to drive. Huh?
Yes, sir!
-Hey.
-Just two seconds!
Hey!
Let's go faster!
I want to go faster!
Come on, who's driving this?
So...
tell me about yourself, Lucian.
Oh.
Oh, come on, Lucian.
You're an interesting man.
I want to know.
- You grew up in Germany.
- Mm-hmm.
I was one of three boys.
My father was an architect.
And your granddad
was Sigmund Freud!
Ah, yes.
But my family was a very typical
upper-middle-class family
in the 1930s...
who happened to be Jewish.
- Oh my God.
- Yes, quite.
What was it like?
Oh, well,
when I was nine years old,
we were very aware of the Nazis.
There were swastikas everywhere,
for one thing.
Some of my friends
were in the Hitler Youth.
They would say, "Oh, we're just
going to a Nazi rally".
And I would say, "Can I come"?
And they would say,
"No, you can't".
"But you're not
really missing anything".
"We just sing songs".
They made it sound so...
ordinary.
- That is crazy.
- Uh-huh.
I photographed Hitler.
You what?
I was walking around Berlin
with my Governess...
and there he was.
He was really very small.
Because of my grandfather,
we were able to come to England.
And ta-da!
I've been here
ever since.
Do you take drugs?
In my world? No, never.
Do they help your creativity?
Oh, more like
a bit of time off, really.
All the photo shoots,
runways, fashion.
The whole world.
Sometimes I'm desperate
to get away
and be normal
in a weird kind of way.
Hmm.
What about you?
Not anymore.
When I was younger,
I spent time in Paris
at the Hotel Lambert.
Do you know it?
- Yeah, I've stayed there.
- Ah.
Well, I was sort of taken
under the wing
by some very interesting people.
They introduced me to opium.
Rather nice.
But it's not something you want
to dance with too often.
And you've been married?
Yes.
A long time ago.
And how about you?
I should think
you have an army of suitors, no?
Lovers, maybe.
Nobody's ever really
taken care of me.
Someone did for a bit.
That's what I missed
when he left me.
Someone I could trust.
Do you know what I mean?
Look over there.
How dare you!
How dare you!
- Fuck off!
- Gentlemen!
Gentlemen! Please, No!
Please!
Please!
I'm quite pleased
with the progress.
It's coming along in a sort
of...
overall kind of way.
Oh, you tired?
Yeah, a little.
I've got a shoot tomorrow
for Dazed.
- Dazed?
- Sorry.
Dazed & Confused is like
the coolest fashion magazine
at the moment.
It's okay, it's just
an editorial, so don't worry.
Uh, it's late.
You should probably
get some rest.
Oh, I was curious
about those tattoos.
Oh, yeah?
Got those ages ago.
I used to do tattoos
when I was in the Merchant Navy.
Did you?
Yes.
When I was 19...
...they were like,
"Oi, Lu,
you're a fucking artist,
come and give us a tattoo".
I'd see
what they wanted.
-Birds, love hearts.
-How do you do it?
You make the drawing,
rub it until a scab forms,
and then you prick the ink
into the wound.
It's... it's very primitive.
Could you give me a tattoo?
Oh, they hurt a little.
Hmm.
We're getting closer now?
Ah, no.
No, I still feel
it's somewhere off.
Closer, perhaps.
But I'm pleased with the eyes.
And I'm beginning to think
about the background.
Can't you do those bits
without me?
I mean, if I had to go away.
No, no, no, no, no.
That won't do, I need you here.
I absolutely need you here
to see how your aura changes
the bed, the sheets,
the colour of the walls.
I didn't know.
And when I'm painting
the background,
it is allowing me
to see you better.
The way your head is connected
to your body...
its contours.
You know, if we spend
any more time together...
people will talk.
I like to have
the models around.
They change the atmosphere
with their presence.
The same way that saints do.
Uh, can I offer you a glass
of champagne before you leave?
Oh, no, I can't.
I've got someone waiting for me.
Uh, another hopeful, I expect.
Lucian.
I meant to say...
- it's my birthday coming up...
- Hmm.
...and I'm having
a little shindig.
Do you fancy coming along?
I would like that.
I would like that...
very much.
- Oh, uh.
- Is it on?
- Oh... ...let me
just... -Hang on a second.
Go on.
- Okay? Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Right, and that's recording.
So, um...
Oh.
I hate these things.
It's fine.
Okay.
Okay.
We'll do it this way.
Favourite colour.
- What?
- Come on.
-Black.
-Good. Okay.
Favourite band.
I don't know.
There's been so many.
-Bowie.
-What car do you drive?
A Roadster.
And what perfume
are you wearing right now?
-Now?
-Yeah, it's bloody amazing.
-Serge Lutens Fleur D'Oranger.
-Oh.
Si magnifique.
Okay.
Here's one for you.
Some people out there...
might say that you're just
a party girl.
And they'd be wrong.
I've been doing this since
I was 14 years old, Jefferson.
I worked bloody hard.
Hotel after hotel, castings,
hours and hours shooting.
Don't get me wrong, I love it.
I got lucky, but...
I mean, bloody hell,
I have grafted
and got far out
of my comfort zone to be here.
I believe you.
So do you see yourself
as an artist?
Or as a muse?
Good question.
Both, really.
I turn up and I do
what I'm told, usually.
- Wow.
- But it's an intuitive thing,
between me and the photographer.
Like a collaboration?
- Sort of.
- Yeah.
I mean, I bring my...
perspective to whatever it is.
And then it's me, obviously.
That's what I bring.
I'm not giving it away for free.
My mother said...
you can't have fun all the time.
And I said, why not?
Why the fuck can't I have fun
all the time?
It's only fashion,
for fuck's sake.
Yeah, but...
I mean,
it can take its toll, can't it?
This life.
It can be lonely.
I suppose so.
There have been
a lot of different men
mentioned in your life recently.
But there's not one
permanent relationship.
Is there no one out there
good enough for you?
Lucian?
Oh, Kate!
I... I was just having a pause.
I didn't think
we were seeing each other
till Wednesday evening.
-Can I get you a drink?
-Yeah. But...
Do you remember what
we spoke about a while back?
In Origin?
We talked about many things.
Which I must say,
I enjoyed immensely.
Me too, but...
remember...
about the opium?
Oh, yes, I remember.
Got it!
Oh, I'd rather forgotten
that part.
Uh.
Come on, Actaeon.
Let's have some fun.
Actaeon.
Actaeon.
Come on!
I've been married twice.
The second time, I married
Lady Caroline Blackwood.
I began courting her
in the early fifties,
when I was doing the deb scene.
I was still married
to my first wife.
-A Lady?
-Yes.
She was the eldest daughter...
of the Dowager Marchioness
of Dufferin and Ava...
Maureen Guinness.
I was struck by Caroline.
Very much so.
She wore a mismatch of
clothes...
lipstick impulsively applied.
She smoked constantly,
about a hundred a day.
She... she practically smoked
in her sleep.
So much so,
her nostrils were tinged black.
I found
that completely captivating.
She had
this kind of recklessness ...
complete abandon in a way
that was not self-conscious,
but merged into a sort
of self-centeredness.
It was there in everything
she did, in her appearance,
the way she carried herself.
She would do crazy things,
like leave Picasso drawings
in the airport.
I have to say,
I found it quite intoxicating.
But her mother...
...she thought I was ridiculous.
Married, a painter, a spiv...
which I sort of was at the
time...
and Jewish.
I suppose she had
different aspirations to me.
Caroline was eligible,
but not available.
Her mother tried her hardest
to split us apart.
She sent reporters
to investigate my private life,
snooping around
outside my house.
She even tried to find a person
to assassinate me.
Really?
She sent Caroline
to Spain, so I went to find her.
I only knew the house number,
but not the street name.
Did you have children?
No.
She said the stress
from our relationship...
caused her ovaries
to cease functioning correctly.
She loved you.
Yes.
But, in many respects
I'm not surprised.
I couldn't say
I was particularly faithful.
But you continued to paint.
I tried.
The awful thing was, I found
that this obsession, Caroline,
prevented me from working.
I lost time.
And the notion of time.
Hiya.
I'm looking for a magazine.
You'll find fashion
on the second floor.
Actually...
I'm looking for a magazine
called Encounters,
a July 1954 edition.
Did you know the magazine
was financed by the CIA?
Righto, this way?
Hiya, Lucian, it's Kate.
It's my birthday party later,
we're going to celebrate.
I hope you're coming.
Make sure you look beautiful.
And damned.
Okay, bye. Bye-bye.
We were on opium.
And we were just talking away
and I asked, cheekily,
"Can I have
one of your paintings"?
"Can you do me a deal"?
And he thought about it
for a bit.
And he said, "Let me ask
my dealer, see what he can do".
I said, "All right then".
I'm sitting on the floor.
Phone starts ringing.
Dealer answers.
-William.
-Yes, William.
And I said,
"Hi, it's Kate Moss here".
"I'm wondering if you can
do me a mate's rates
on a Lucian Freud".
It went quiet for a second.
And then he said...
"Kate, I'm afraid
I don't do mate's rates".
It was so funny.
He's such a laugh, very naughty!
- He is!
- Hmm.
Come on, let's go over here.
Hi.
How are you?
It's so good being there.
It's so calm.
It feels like the first time
I've been able
-to think straight in years.
-That's so nice.
You're looking
really well, Kate.
It's your dad's discipline.
He knows how to get
what he wants.
He's always been like that.
I don't know
how he does it.
Every single day.
But I like it.
It makes you think.
Think a bit more laterally.
I've got the same thing.
-Definitely inherited.
-I bet.
He should be here soon.
Is he?
I couldn't leave him
alone inside, could I?
Oh, he'll love it.
That's wonderful, yeah.
You know, I thought
three full evenings a week
would be enough for you, but...
I'm really impressed
by your dedication, Kate.
Lucian!
Lucian!
-Oh! Happy birthday.
-Thank you.
Hi Dad. It's nice to see you.
Yeah. And you too.
- Are you ready to party?
- Yeah. Quite.
I... I must confess that I've
had one or two glasses
of champagne already.
The... the problem is, I can't
remember which one it was.
Well, Kate's been telling me
about the portrait.
Oh.
Sounds like
it's going really well.
Uh, yes,
I'm quite pleased with it.
She has the kind of physicality
that I understand.
And she's currently only running
seven or eight minutes late
for each session.
-Oh, Lucian.
-Yes.
Wait, there's
someone here I want you to meet.
-Yes.
-Come with us, Bella.
No, no, you go.
- Oh, are you sure?
- Yeah, it's fine, go.
Okay.
So fun. I love it.
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
- Where?
- Gotta go.
Two minutes, two minutes,
I'll be right back.
-What are you doing?
-I know where you're going.
To see that person.
And that's for you to decide,
is it?
-I--
-No, no, it's not.
Kate.
- Happy birthday.
- Hiya. Oh.
- Hi.
- I'm so glad you're here.
- Um, this is Lucian.
- Hi.
Lucian, this is Jefferson.
He's the editor
of Dazed & Confused.
Very nice to meet you,
uh, Jefferson.
You too, Lucian,
I'm a... I'm a big fan.
Uh.
Uh, Kate, um,
there are some friends with me
that I'd... I'd like you to
meet.
- Come with?
- Yeah.
-I'll see you later.
-What? Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go.
The painter's obsession
with his subject...
is all he needs
to drive him to work.
People are driven towards
making works about
not by familiarity with
the process by which it is
done...
but by a necessity
to communicate their feelings
about the object
of their choice ...
with such intensity
that these feelings
become infectious.
Yet, the painter needs
to put himself at a certain
emotional distance
from the subject ...
in order to allow it to speak.
He may smother it if he lets
his passion for it overwhelm him
while he is
in the act of painting.
What are you doing?
Budge up.
You okay?
Hmm?
Yeah.
I've ah...
got to go back into town
this afternoon.
There's a problem
with one of the shoots.
You go, babe.
You sure?
It's just, uh...
...Weatherall's having
a bit of a do later.
Should be a good one.
Oh, yeah.
You don't fancy coming along?
I haven't drunk a single drop
in 38 days.
Jesus.
So, you've beaten
my record by 37.
It feels nice.
Yeah.
I know.
Life.
Everything.
Lucian, something new.
Doing different things.
Doing things differently.
You.
-You go back to London.
-Hmm?
I'll be there soon enough.
Working for you.
Oh. Oh, okay.
That is how it is.
Lucian.
Lucian.
Lucian, where are you?
Welcome back to London.
Are you okay, Lucian?
Oh, easy to say.
Behind a painted smile,
I expect.
Every fucking time.
Every fucking time you're late.
You've got no fucking respect.
None at all.
Three evenings a week
is all I ask.
And to be on fucking time.
But can you manage that?
I wonder how
you manage at all. No.
No, you can't.
Because you treat all this
as some kind of fucking game.
Lucian, no.
This is what I do.
I paint.
You ask me why I paint.
It's because it's what I like
doing best.
Lucian, I'm 12 fucking minutes
late. What's the matter?
You're the fucking matter!
Fucking me around like this.
Lucian, I have sat here for you
for these months religiously.
I have done it willingly.
I paint. I paint.
And I paint some more.
What happens here every day
is all that matters.
You turn up when you please.
Do you think
you're doing me a favour?
Humouring me perhaps?
It's not about you.
This is what I care about.
This...
is what I think
is worth preserving.
I invest everything in this.
Everything, you understand?
Everything I have.
I have a very specific way
of working.
So do I.
-So do you, what?
-I work too.
You do realize that, don't you?
These campaigns,
this, this, this.
They were supposed to be me.
I passed on some of them
to be here.
Some of them
are long-term relationships.
A lot of people depend on me.
They listen to me.
They want to know what I think.
I read your article.
The one in that magazine.
"The painter must think
of everything he sees
as being there entirely
for his own use and pleasure".
Is that what I'm here for?
To be used by you?
And discarded like
all those others before?
Your own fucking children?
I am only concerned
about the present...
and what I am doing
at this very moment.
That's bollocks.
All that stuff about Caroline.
I saw how that hurt you.
Lucian, I have made
so many sacrifices
to be here for you.
And I did it
because I wanted to,
not because I had to.
What have you given up?
Parties?
I haven't missed
the partying.
I like coming here
and then going home again.
You've taught me a lot.
More than I could
have imagined, really.
The reason you are always
late...
is because you're on drugs.
The reason I'm late is...
I'm pregnant.
Oh my, oh my, my, my.
Who would have thought it?
Oh God, I am so sorry.
I'm so happy for you.
I really am.
I can tell you are going to make
the most wonderful mother.
I thought you'd be cross with me
because of the painting.
Oh no, no.
I think this is
the most wonderful development.
And we must continue.
In fact, we will need to
increase to four days a week
in order to finish.
That...
that is if you have the time.
I don't think
I can do this anymore.
But we are very close.
Lucian, I have never met
anyone like you.
I probably never will again.
What you're painting there...
is me.
The real me and not many people
can say that.
But this...
this is...
this is too much for me.
And now I've got this baby.
I need to be present for her.
I am just who I am.
I'm not responsible
for the other people
you see in me.
Please.
I remember going to a party
held by a friend of mine
after the divorce.
She'd rather tactlessly invited
Caroline as well.
What did you say?
I said to her...
"Do you think
I am made of wood"?
A fossil...
may lie hidden...
preserved in
its natural sarcophagus
for thousands of years.
Before someone...
may stumble across it.
I'm sorry.
I truly am.
This is... this is Kate Moss.
And, uh, she's got something
very important to say to you.
It was good too.
You what?
She's filthy.
She's absolutely filthy.
-You feel that?
-Yeah.
It's crazy Bella.
Me, a mummy!
Hmm. You're going to be
the best mummy, I can tell.
- That's what your dad said.
- Ah, well it's true.
He's been so good.
I can tell that he's getting
the painting done before I...
before I pop.
Oh, it's all so...
passionate.
I don't know but it is.
I don't think he'd do
the same thing for anyone else.
- Hiya.
- Hello.
I'm running so short
on time, I thought
it'd be good if you joined us.
If that's okay.
I couldn't think
of a better combination.
Nice to see you.
-I've taken your seat.
-Yeah, I noticed. Ah, thank you.
-It's good to see you.
-And you.
Is everything okay now?
Hello?
Oh my God.
Really?
What... what do you...
All right, I'm...
I'm leaving now. Okay.
-Is everything all right?
-Oh, it's just a problem
with the house. It'll be okay,
but I've got to go sort it.
I'm so sorry.
You go.
Yeah. We'll stay.
-Bye, bye.
-It's okay.
Oh.
How are you, Dad?
Thank you.
Keep that number
to yourself, will you.
I will.
-Um.
-How are you?
Yeah, I'm great.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You are my angel.
- Oh. Never.
Oh yes.
Now you'll be doing
head stands again.
Hello.
Hello, Kate.
It's Lucian.
Lucian?
Hi.
How are you?
Very well, thank you.
How are your preparations
coming along?
Oh, it's all a bit crazy.
I've been packing
and repacking my hospital bag.
Marvelous.
Yeah, it's... it's surprising
even to me
how organized I've become.
Look, I'm sorry
I haven't been around recently.
I feel guilty about
what you said about my aura
and all that.
I believe
it's finished.
- What, the painting?
- Yes.
I've been studying it
and studying it
for a very long time.
And there was
nothing else to do.
So I thought I'd leave it there.
Oh my God.
How does it look?
Perhaps you should come
over and judge for yourself.
Okay.
I'll see you soon.
Oh, you're here.
We missed you. Come, come.
No, no, no. Wait, wait.
-Let me help you.
-Thank you.
Oh, you look wonderful.
Oh.
I'm so pleased to see you.
I have something for you,
but I'll give it to you later,
all right?
Uh, it's very early,
but I find the model, Julia...
most fascinating.
A good sitter.
Julia.
- She seems sweet.
- Hmm.
Where did you find her?
Oh, she's the daughter
of a butcher.
Was a waitress.
- Was?
- Yes.
She quit her job in order for me
to paint her.
Quite an admirable sacrifice,
don't you think?
- Bloody hell.
- Quite.
And here...
we are.
Wow.
Lucian.
Is this how you see me?
Well, it's... it's how I see
the painting, really.
My...
my bump it...
it's not...
What do you think?
I'm...
I'm not sure.
I thought we...
-I thought we...
-Hi. Oh, Kate, sorry.
Sorry. Lucian.
- Freddy's here.
- Oh, thank you, David.
Uh, would you please help me
to set up?
I'm terribly sorry, Kate,
but I need to prepare
for my next sitting.
Freddy is... is my new model.
-Your son, Freddy?
-Yes, actually.
He's become a very good sitter.
Okay, well...
I'd better get going anyway.
Okay, Lucian,
I'll... I'll be seeing you.
Uh, thank you, Kate.
Yeah, well, whatever.
Uh, wait.
There...
is a distinction...
between the fact and truth.
Truth has an element of...
revelation about it.
If something is true...
it does more than strike one
as merely being so.
You...
are extraordinary.
Because you are ordinary.
And I mean this
in the best possible way.
My painting of you was perhaps
the hardest I have ever done.
For many reasons which I...
I shan't bother you with.
But I feel privileged...
to have spent time with you.
But the painting is your truth.
And it is my truth.
Oh, Lucian.
Lucian.
Jefferson!
Kate?
-You all right? Jesus.
-Yeah.
Oh, she's coming.
- She's coming?
- Yeah.
-Okay, I'll put my arm
around you.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Oh. Hiya, David.
Kate. Oh, so lovely to see you.
- How is he?
- Um.
He's okay. I mean,
he gave us all a bit of a fright
but you know what he's like.
- Anyway, come in, please.
- Yeah.
Lucian.
Kate's here.
Oh, wonderful.
Oh, Lucian.
I saved a place for you.
I brought someone to meet you.
Who?
Oh.
Oh. Oh, I say.
-What's your name?
-Lila Grace.
What a beautiful name.
Come here.
I want to see you.
Closer. I won't hurt you.
Just as beautiful
as your mother.
Why don't you go
and see David for a cup of tea?
Mummy just needs to have
a little chat with Lucian...
check he's been
behaving himself.
Come.
- There we go.
- It's all right.
Come on then.
What happened?
Well, this, uh, chap
was making a surrealist film
from one of my paintings.
He brought in a zebra...
a real zebra,
to film next to me.
A really terrific animal.
I... I gave it a...
a pat on the nose,
but I frightened it.
It bolted...
while I was holding the reins.
I couldn't let go.
Lucian, you really must be
more careful.
I was worried about you.
I'm fine.
They scanned my head, but...
it was really my balls
that hurt most.
They'd been dragged
all over the place.
Lila Grace is...
She's lovely.
She has your morale.
A fortunate thing.
She's my everything.
I love her so much.
I'd like to paint her.
That'd be lovely.
Lucian.
Hmm?
You know when I first saw it...
I couldn't understand it.
Hmm.
But now I do.
That was me then.
Hmm.
-Isn't David lovely?
-Oh.
My dear David.
My dear faithful David.
I am very tired.
Do you think we could just...
lie here for a while?
We can lie here
for as long as you like.
Oh.
Thank you.
"A moment
of complete happiness ...
never occurs in the creation
of a work of art".
"The promise of it is felt
in the act of creation ...
but disappears towards
the completion of the work".
"It is this great insufficiency
that drives him on".
"Thus the process of creation
becomes necessary
to the painter
more than is the picture".
"The process
is in fact habit-forming".
Fuckin' hell.
Have new message.
Kate, it's Bella.
I'm not sure
if you're back in London yet,
but I just wanted to remind you
about your meeting with Dad.
Uh, it's at 8:00.
Well, he's...
he's very particular,
he's a bit of a stickler
for being on time.
Well, good luck.
Okay, bye.
Miss Moss,
please, come this way.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Could you imagine
anything more beautiful?
Come and see.
Titian's Diana and Actaeon .
I sometimes
like to think of myself
as Actaeon in the painting.
The silliness of the man...
and the questionable assumption
he has an effect
on the women's behaviour.
When I see something like this,
so perfect...
I wonder how could
this have been painted?
It must have always been here.
I don't really know him.
Beautiful colours.
I tend to think
when colours work,
they are the colours of life.
Don't you think?
Yeah,
Damien would definitely agree.
Damien?
Damien Hirst.
He's obsessed by colour.
It's so amazing
that we're here all alone.
- It's so quiet.
- Yes, quiet.
I'm very lucky
that they let me in here
outside of hours, I suppose.
It's a bit like
having a bus pass.
Thank you for the invitation.
Oh.
The painting...
is quite sensual.
Most definitely.
Somehow, life appears
more permanent
without clothes.
Heard that before.
People sometimes state
that my paintings
are psychological.
I've always thought of them
as biological.
My desire is to get
to the core of the being.
When the person is naked,
there is no hiding.
Only truth.
And that is
far more interesting,
don't you think?
I like the idea of truth.
Bella told me about
your interview in the magazine.
I'm not sure what it was called.
But yes...
I think a painting
could be good.
- Really?
- Yeah.
But do you think
you have the time?
I'm quite aware of what
a busy life you must lead.
I could maybe do
a couple of evenings.
It would be more than that.
I anticipate three evenings
a week. Every week.
Three?
And we start
at exactly 7:00 pm each time.
No later.
Until?
Until the painting
is finished.
I'd like to begin this month,
if possible.
I have a few
on the go and others
that may or may not need
to be started.
You understand?
Yeah, I do. But...
I don't know
if I can commit to that.
Oh.
But listen, I... I'll ask Lucy.
- Lucy?
- My agent.
- Oh.
- I've got a couple
of fashion weeks coming up,
a couple of campaign things
and some party things
that I'll go to.
A lot of things, then.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Oh.
Perhaps you might like
to leave now.
I was going to have
a look around.
Before the hordes descend.
Yeah, you're right.
Better get going.
I'm here and I'm doing it,
but I'm not...
I'm not going to Rio.
There's no fucking way.
I've got to go, Luce, okay?
All right, love you.
Oh, fucking cunts.
What a fucking night.
We'll need Kate in hair
and make-up in five.
You all right?
Where is she?
She's in the dressing room.
Kate...
you look absolutely amazing.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Yeah... yeah, I'm fine.
I'm... I'm excited.
Okay...
okay, listen to me, Kate.
Fuck everyone else.
You are Greta Garbo.
You are Greta Garbo
and Brigette Bardot...
smoking siren
of the next century.
Yeah?
That's amazing, Martino.
Really.
But can I just have a second,
please?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
Take all the time you need.
Fuck you, prick.
Kate.
-Shall we begin, Kate?
-Yeah.
-Give them what they want.
-Okay.
Yes.
Incredible.
Beautiful.
Glorious.
Yes.
Fuck off!
Stop it!
I've been taken
to this club.
It's in Kreuzberg.
Yeah, I'm alone.
Yeah, there's no others, babe.
Look Lucy,
- can you just stop...
- No phones.
...fussing, please?
Please?
Please? Bye, babe. Bye. Bye.
Please let me in.
I've been working all day.
I'm sorry.
Tonight is S&M.
Couples only.
S&M?
Oh, fuck's sake.
All the rules, all the rules.
If they want S&M,
I'll fucking give them S&M.
Okay.
You're coming with me.
Come on.
I'm so fucking stupid.
Oh, love.
I'm so sorry, Luce.
Oh.
I'm not feeling very well.
Hey, it's okay.
Come home, Kate. Have a rest.
You need a break, love.
I've decided to do the painting.
What painting?
The painting with Lucian.
Oh, that.
You were talking about that.
Yeah.
Sounds like fun.
I've spoken
to his assistant, David.
Hmm.
I'm going there
straight from the airport.
No, you're not.
We've got Gucci at 11:00.
And then that other thing,
it's important.
Yeah, but those things
will wait for us, won't they?
They've been waiting
a long time.
It's not like I haven't done
them favours in the past.
Yeah,
but it's a lot of money,
and they've had it
in their books--
Yeah, as I said...
they can wait.
Everyone can just fucking wait.
Okay, Kate.
I'll get in touch with them
and we can figure something out.
- Hmm, Lucy.
- Yes, love?
Gonna need to see a hairdresser.
I'm done with all this.
Hello?
So sorry I'm late.
Hi, Kate.
Oh, hi.
It's... it's David?
Yes, yes, that's right.
Good journey?
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
Well, shall I take you
upstairs to the studio?
- Upstairs?
- Upstairs.
You know, I remember you
from the clubs.
You were tiny.
Just a little girl.
But even then,
I knew you had something.
Leigh said the same thing.
- Really?
- Hmm.
He used to say, one day,
I'm gonna be skinnier
than that bitch.
Oh, that is so funny.
- Thank you, David.
- Hiya.
It is five minutes past 7:00.
If I am to paint you...
I need absolute commitment.
I'm afraid nothing else will do.
I always start at 7:00 pm.
Yeah, well, it's been
a bit of a day today.
Flying back and...
I rang David, I left Berlin,
and here I am.
I'm really supposed to be
getting ready for a shoot
in San Paolo, so...
Uh, David?
Would you be so kind as to open
a bottle of Dom Perignon?
I think perhaps that will be
a fitting start to our session.
That'd be lovely.
Oh.
What was your day today?
Oh, it was just a travel day.
I'm not gonna lie,
I'm a little delicate.
Exhausted?
Yeah, you could say that.
What happens in Berlin
stays in Berlin, eh?
Is it taxing?
A little more chaotic than here.
All eyes on me.
I can only imagine.
I'm a runway show pony.
Last week I was Greta Garbo,
I don't know
who I'll be tomorrow.
Come, shall we begin?
It's the same bed
I painted Leigh Bowery on.
Where would you like...
How should I sit?
Oh, you can sit however
which way you feel comfortable.
How about this?
Perhaps move your left arm
further around.
Oh yes, I like this.
Is that comfortable for you?
No.
Why don't we try something
a little more natural?
After all, we shall be here
rather longer
than a fashion shoot, I imagine.
That is so condescending.
I built a bloody career
of fashion shoots
for like 14 years now.
It's not easy.
Perhaps you could place
your arm on this.
Up here. Let me try.
All right.
Oh...
- oh yes, this is much better.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
- Okay.
Now I'd like to begin
with some charcoal.
Uh, perhaps you could...
Uh...
Actually, Lucian...
I remember what you said
in the gallery...
about truth and permanence.
I don't want to hide anymore.
I see.
Just me.
We can certainly try.
I'd like you to feel
that you can be yourself.
I want to try.
So how did it go?
It was strange, but...
good strange.
He's quite intense, isn't he?
Yeah.
The house is just amazing.
I mean, all of the artwork
on the walls is just crazy.
Feels like another world.
Must have been fun
growing up there.
Well, Esther and I lived
with my mother.
She was a bit of a...
free spirit.
Dad would just...
turn up in his Bentley.
I don't know,
it made us feel like he was
breaking us out of prison.
Liberation.
How long were your parents
married?
Well, they were
never married.
Dad was married twice, but...
He had a lot of women
in his life.
He seemed to like
getting women pregnant.
Love is a very different thing
with Dad.
He's totally unbound
by convention.
He's got something about him.
I like him.
He's painting me nude.
I wanted to.
It's strange, I've been nude
for thousands
of photo shoots, but...
this just feels,
like, different.
Hmm.
Oh, shit. Sorry, I've got to go.
Oh, I've gotta go to the studio.
You know what he's like
if you're late!
Of course! You go.
How long do you think
it will take?
Good question.
Um, well, how big's the canvas?
- Like that?
- Oh, dear.
That's quite a big one. Uh...
I'd say several months...
possibly a year.
- What?
- Yeah.
-Sorry.
-Oh my God.
Okay, I'd better go
speed things up,
- then.
- Yeah.
-Bye, babe.
-Bye. Have a good time.
I will do.
I'll say, "hi" to your Dad.
Yeah.
Lucian?
Lucian?
Lucian?
Are you okay?
Your elbow.
- My elbow?
- Uh, this one.
It needs to come down.
Sorry, I thought that you
were...
Please, move it down.
- More?
- A... a little more.
More.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know
what's the matter with me.
- I'm so embarrassed.
- It's okay.
I can understand the fear
one may have
exposing themselves.
I've done it myself.
No, I get that. I've spent
half my life naked
in front of the camera.
Hey, do you mind
-if I have another cigarette?
-I... no, I don't usually...
Be my guest.
I'm sorry.
I just feel a bit weird.
What?
Lucian...
I think maybe
you should get down now.
Welcome back,
everyone.
Especially to my guest
in the studio today, Kate Moss.
Thank you.
Kate, I know you have
an extra special song
you'd like us to play.
Tell us a bit about it.
Um, "Madame George".
It reminds me
of every happy moment.
Holidays in Tuscany.
Cypress Avenue.
Summer days driving my car
through country lanes.
And the sun shining.
Lucian.
"When he has gone,
I'll have a word in his ear".
"And say what I was about to say
at the meeting about to happen".
"Which has now taken place".
-"But he said nothing".
-"At the meeting
about to take place".
"It is only now that he turns...
and smiles...
and whispers...
'I do not know...
what will happen next'".
There are schools
in South London, you know.
Yes.
How much did you know
about me before this?
Not too much.
Of course I'd seen
your photograph,
uh, in the newspapers
and magazines.
How do I measure up
in real life?
Would you like to be an actress
perhaps one day?
No.
I wouldn't have
the patience
to wait on set
all day in a trailer.
It's funny.
When I got started,
I did this campaign
with this male model.
Anyway, they obviously wanted me
to go topless with him.
He was such an arsehole to me.
You wouldn't believe.
I was 17 years old.
I was shy about my body.
And I just took it.
I stayed in bed
for like two weeks after.
I think that's why
I have to play these roles
in front of the camera.
I promised myself
I'd never feel like that again.
I don't usually want people
to see the real me.
To go inside,
that's precious, isn't it?
Anyway, where did all this
interest in me come from?
Uh, Bella told me
about the magazine article.
Was it ID? Tank?
-No, I... I'm afraid I don't
know. -Don't worry.
I once wrote an essay...
for Encounters magazine.
It turns out the magazine
was funded by the CIA.
A literary riposte to the USSR.
Have you heard of it?
Well, anyway, it's probably
quite hard to find a copy now.
Lucian.
It's been going around
and around in my head.
The first day...
you sort of just froze.
What were you thinking about?
Was it about a woman?
I...
I tell you what,
I... I'm rather hungry.
Hmm? How about you?
I could eat.
I do fancy a drink.
Well, let's go to Origin.
- Huh? Do you know it?
- Yeah, of course.
Oh.
I'll let my driver know.
He's just outside.
I'd like to drive. Huh?
Yes, sir!
-Hey.
-Just two seconds!
Hey!
Let's go faster!
I want to go faster!
Come on, who's driving this?
So...
tell me about yourself, Lucian.
Oh.
Oh, come on, Lucian.
You're an interesting man.
I want to know.
- You grew up in Germany.
- Mm-hmm.
I was one of three boys.
My father was an architect.
And your granddad
was Sigmund Freud!
Ah, yes.
But my family was a very typical
upper-middle-class family
in the 1930s...
who happened to be Jewish.
- Oh my God.
- Yes, quite.
What was it like?
Oh, well,
when I was nine years old,
we were very aware of the Nazis.
There were swastikas everywhere,
for one thing.
Some of my friends
were in the Hitler Youth.
They would say, "Oh, we're just
going to a Nazi rally".
And I would say, "Can I come"?
And they would say,
"No, you can't".
"But you're not
really missing anything".
"We just sing songs".
They made it sound so...
ordinary.
- That is crazy.
- Uh-huh.
I photographed Hitler.
You what?
I was walking around Berlin
with my Governess...
and there he was.
He was really very small.
Because of my grandfather,
we were able to come to England.
And ta-da!
I've been here
ever since.
Do you take drugs?
In my world? No, never.
Do they help your creativity?
Oh, more like
a bit of time off, really.
All the photo shoots,
runways, fashion.
The whole world.
Sometimes I'm desperate
to get away
and be normal
in a weird kind of way.
Hmm.
What about you?
Not anymore.
When I was younger,
I spent time in Paris
at the Hotel Lambert.
Do you know it?
- Yeah, I've stayed there.
- Ah.
Well, I was sort of taken
under the wing
by some very interesting people.
They introduced me to opium.
Rather nice.
But it's not something you want
to dance with too often.
And you've been married?
Yes.
A long time ago.
And how about you?
I should think
you have an army of suitors, no?
Lovers, maybe.
Nobody's ever really
taken care of me.
Someone did for a bit.
That's what I missed
when he left me.
Someone I could trust.
Do you know what I mean?
Look over there.
How dare you!
How dare you!
- Fuck off!
- Gentlemen!
Gentlemen! Please, No!
Please!
Please!
I'm quite pleased
with the progress.
It's coming along in a sort
of...
overall kind of way.
Oh, you tired?
Yeah, a little.
I've got a shoot tomorrow
for Dazed.
- Dazed?
- Sorry.
Dazed & Confused is like
the coolest fashion magazine
at the moment.
It's okay, it's just
an editorial, so don't worry.
Uh, it's late.
You should probably
get some rest.
Oh, I was curious
about those tattoos.
Oh, yeah?
Got those ages ago.
I used to do tattoos
when I was in the Merchant Navy.
Did you?
Yes.
When I was 19...
...they were like,
"Oi, Lu,
you're a fucking artist,
come and give us a tattoo".
I'd see
what they wanted.
-Birds, love hearts.
-How do you do it?
You make the drawing,
rub it until a scab forms,
and then you prick the ink
into the wound.
It's... it's very primitive.
Could you give me a tattoo?
Oh, they hurt a little.
Hmm.
We're getting closer now?
Ah, no.
No, I still feel
it's somewhere off.
Closer, perhaps.
But I'm pleased with the eyes.
And I'm beginning to think
about the background.
Can't you do those bits
without me?
I mean, if I had to go away.
No, no, no, no, no.
That won't do, I need you here.
I absolutely need you here
to see how your aura changes
the bed, the sheets,
the colour of the walls.
I didn't know.
And when I'm painting
the background,
it is allowing me
to see you better.
The way your head is connected
to your body...
its contours.
You know, if we spend
any more time together...
people will talk.
I like to have
the models around.
They change the atmosphere
with their presence.
The same way that saints do.
Uh, can I offer you a glass
of champagne before you leave?
Oh, no, I can't.
I've got someone waiting for me.
Uh, another hopeful, I expect.
Lucian.
I meant to say...
- it's my birthday coming up...
- Hmm.
...and I'm having
a little shindig.
Do you fancy coming along?
I would like that.
I would like that...
very much.
- Oh, uh.
- Is it on?
- Oh... ...let me
just... -Hang on a second.
Go on.
- Okay? Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Right, and that's recording.
So, um...
Oh.
I hate these things.
It's fine.
Okay.
Okay.
We'll do it this way.
Favourite colour.
- What?
- Come on.
-Black.
-Good. Okay.
Favourite band.
I don't know.
There's been so many.
-Bowie.
-What car do you drive?
A Roadster.
And what perfume
are you wearing right now?
-Now?
-Yeah, it's bloody amazing.
-Serge Lutens Fleur D'Oranger.
-Oh.
Si magnifique.
Okay.
Here's one for you.
Some people out there...
might say that you're just
a party girl.
And they'd be wrong.
I've been doing this since
I was 14 years old, Jefferson.
I worked bloody hard.
Hotel after hotel, castings,
hours and hours shooting.
Don't get me wrong, I love it.
I got lucky, but...
I mean, bloody hell,
I have grafted
and got far out
of my comfort zone to be here.
I believe you.
So do you see yourself
as an artist?
Or as a muse?
Good question.
Both, really.
I turn up and I do
what I'm told, usually.
- Wow.
- But it's an intuitive thing,
between me and the photographer.
Like a collaboration?
- Sort of.
- Yeah.
I mean, I bring my...
perspective to whatever it is.
And then it's me, obviously.
That's what I bring.
I'm not giving it away for free.
My mother said...
you can't have fun all the time.
And I said, why not?
Why the fuck can't I have fun
all the time?
It's only fashion,
for fuck's sake.
Yeah, but...
I mean,
it can take its toll, can't it?
This life.
It can be lonely.
I suppose so.
There have been
a lot of different men
mentioned in your life recently.
But there's not one
permanent relationship.
Is there no one out there
good enough for you?
Lucian?
Oh, Kate!
I... I was just having a pause.
I didn't think
we were seeing each other
till Wednesday evening.
-Can I get you a drink?
-Yeah. But...
Do you remember what
we spoke about a while back?
In Origin?
We talked about many things.
Which I must say,
I enjoyed immensely.
Me too, but...
remember...
about the opium?
Oh, yes, I remember.
Got it!
Oh, I'd rather forgotten
that part.
Uh.
Come on, Actaeon.
Let's have some fun.
Actaeon.
Actaeon.
Come on!
I've been married twice.
The second time, I married
Lady Caroline Blackwood.
I began courting her
in the early fifties,
when I was doing the deb scene.
I was still married
to my first wife.
-A Lady?
-Yes.
She was the eldest daughter...
of the Dowager Marchioness
of Dufferin and Ava...
Maureen Guinness.
I was struck by Caroline.
Very much so.
She wore a mismatch of
clothes...
lipstick impulsively applied.
She smoked constantly,
about a hundred a day.
She... she practically smoked
in her sleep.
So much so,
her nostrils were tinged black.
I found
that completely captivating.
She had
this kind of recklessness ...
complete abandon in a way
that was not self-conscious,
but merged into a sort
of self-centeredness.
It was there in everything
she did, in her appearance,
the way she carried herself.
She would do crazy things,
like leave Picasso drawings
in the airport.
I have to say,
I found it quite intoxicating.
But her mother...
...she thought I was ridiculous.
Married, a painter, a spiv...
which I sort of was at the
time...
and Jewish.
I suppose she had
different aspirations to me.
Caroline was eligible,
but not available.
Her mother tried her hardest
to split us apart.
She sent reporters
to investigate my private life,
snooping around
outside my house.
She even tried to find a person
to assassinate me.
Really?
She sent Caroline
to Spain, so I went to find her.
I only knew the house number,
but not the street name.
Did you have children?
No.
She said the stress
from our relationship...
caused her ovaries
to cease functioning correctly.
She loved you.
Yes.
But, in many respects
I'm not surprised.
I couldn't say
I was particularly faithful.
But you continued to paint.
I tried.
The awful thing was, I found
that this obsession, Caroline,
prevented me from working.
I lost time.
And the notion of time.
Hiya.
I'm looking for a magazine.
You'll find fashion
on the second floor.
Actually...
I'm looking for a magazine
called Encounters,
a July 1954 edition.
Did you know the magazine
was financed by the CIA?
Righto, this way?
Hiya, Lucian, it's Kate.
It's my birthday party later,
we're going to celebrate.
I hope you're coming.
Make sure you look beautiful.
And damned.
Okay, bye. Bye-bye.
We were on opium.
And we were just talking away
and I asked, cheekily,
"Can I have
one of your paintings"?
"Can you do me a deal"?
And he thought about it
for a bit.
And he said, "Let me ask
my dealer, see what he can do".
I said, "All right then".
I'm sitting on the floor.
Phone starts ringing.
Dealer answers.
-William.
-Yes, William.
And I said,
"Hi, it's Kate Moss here".
"I'm wondering if you can
do me a mate's rates
on a Lucian Freud".
It went quiet for a second.
And then he said...
"Kate, I'm afraid
I don't do mate's rates".
It was so funny.
He's such a laugh, very naughty!
- He is!
- Hmm.
Come on, let's go over here.
Hi.
How are you?
It's so good being there.
It's so calm.
It feels like the first time
I've been able
-to think straight in years.
-That's so nice.
You're looking
really well, Kate.
It's your dad's discipline.
He knows how to get
what he wants.
He's always been like that.
I don't know
how he does it.
Every single day.
But I like it.
It makes you think.
Think a bit more laterally.
I've got the same thing.
-Definitely inherited.
-I bet.
He should be here soon.
Is he?
I couldn't leave him
alone inside, could I?
Oh, he'll love it.
That's wonderful, yeah.
You know, I thought
three full evenings a week
would be enough for you, but...
I'm really impressed
by your dedication, Kate.
Lucian!
Lucian!
-Oh! Happy birthday.
-Thank you.
Hi Dad. It's nice to see you.
Yeah. And you too.
- Are you ready to party?
- Yeah. Quite.
I... I must confess that I've
had one or two glasses
of champagne already.
The... the problem is, I can't
remember which one it was.
Well, Kate's been telling me
about the portrait.
Oh.
Sounds like
it's going really well.
Uh, yes,
I'm quite pleased with it.
She has the kind of physicality
that I understand.
And she's currently only running
seven or eight minutes late
for each session.
-Oh, Lucian.
-Yes.
Wait, there's
someone here I want you to meet.
-Yes.
-Come with us, Bella.
No, no, you go.
- Oh, are you sure?
- Yeah, it's fine, go.
Okay.
So fun. I love it.
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
- Where?
- Gotta go.
Two minutes, two minutes,
I'll be right back.
-What are you doing?
-I know where you're going.
To see that person.
And that's for you to decide,
is it?
-I--
-No, no, it's not.
Kate.
- Happy birthday.
- Hiya. Oh.
- Hi.
- I'm so glad you're here.
- Um, this is Lucian.
- Hi.
Lucian, this is Jefferson.
He's the editor
of Dazed & Confused.
Very nice to meet you,
uh, Jefferson.
You too, Lucian,
I'm a... I'm a big fan.
Uh.
Uh, Kate, um,
there are some friends with me
that I'd... I'd like you to
meet.
- Come with?
- Yeah.
-I'll see you later.
-What? Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go.
The painter's obsession
with his subject...
is all he needs
to drive him to work.
People are driven towards
making works about
not by familiarity with
the process by which it is
done...
but by a necessity
to communicate their feelings
about the object
of their choice ...
with such intensity
that these feelings
become infectious.
Yet, the painter needs
to put himself at a certain
emotional distance
from the subject ...
in order to allow it to speak.
He may smother it if he lets
his passion for it overwhelm him
while he is
in the act of painting.
What are you doing?
Budge up.
You okay?
Hmm?
Yeah.
I've ah...
got to go back into town
this afternoon.
There's a problem
with one of the shoots.
You go, babe.
You sure?
It's just, uh...
...Weatherall's having
a bit of a do later.
Should be a good one.
Oh, yeah.
You don't fancy coming along?
I haven't drunk a single drop
in 38 days.
Jesus.
So, you've beaten
my record by 37.
It feels nice.
Yeah.
I know.
Life.
Everything.
Lucian, something new.
Doing different things.
Doing things differently.
You.
-You go back to London.
-Hmm?
I'll be there soon enough.
Working for you.
Oh. Oh, okay.
That is how it is.
Lucian.
Lucian.
Lucian, where are you?
Welcome back to London.
Are you okay, Lucian?
Oh, easy to say.
Behind a painted smile,
I expect.
Every fucking time.
Every fucking time you're late.
You've got no fucking respect.
None at all.
Three evenings a week
is all I ask.
And to be on fucking time.
But can you manage that?
I wonder how
you manage at all. No.
No, you can't.
Because you treat all this
as some kind of fucking game.
Lucian, no.
This is what I do.
I paint.
You ask me why I paint.
It's because it's what I like
doing best.
Lucian, I'm 12 fucking minutes
late. What's the matter?
You're the fucking matter!
Fucking me around like this.
Lucian, I have sat here for you
for these months religiously.
I have done it willingly.
I paint. I paint.
And I paint some more.
What happens here every day
is all that matters.
You turn up when you please.
Do you think
you're doing me a favour?
Humouring me perhaps?
It's not about you.
This is what I care about.
This...
is what I think
is worth preserving.
I invest everything in this.
Everything, you understand?
Everything I have.
I have a very specific way
of working.
So do I.
-So do you, what?
-I work too.
You do realize that, don't you?
These campaigns,
this, this, this.
They were supposed to be me.
I passed on some of them
to be here.
Some of them
are long-term relationships.
A lot of people depend on me.
They listen to me.
They want to know what I think.
I read your article.
The one in that magazine.
"The painter must think
of everything he sees
as being there entirely
for his own use and pleasure".
Is that what I'm here for?
To be used by you?
And discarded like
all those others before?
Your own fucking children?
I am only concerned
about the present...
and what I am doing
at this very moment.
That's bollocks.
All that stuff about Caroline.
I saw how that hurt you.
Lucian, I have made
so many sacrifices
to be here for you.
And I did it
because I wanted to,
not because I had to.
What have you given up?
Parties?
I haven't missed
the partying.
I like coming here
and then going home again.
You've taught me a lot.
More than I could
have imagined, really.
The reason you are always
late...
is because you're on drugs.
The reason I'm late is...
I'm pregnant.
Oh my, oh my, my, my.
Who would have thought it?
Oh God, I am so sorry.
I'm so happy for you.
I really am.
I can tell you are going to make
the most wonderful mother.
I thought you'd be cross with me
because of the painting.
Oh no, no.
I think this is
the most wonderful development.
And we must continue.
In fact, we will need to
increase to four days a week
in order to finish.
That...
that is if you have the time.
I don't think
I can do this anymore.
But we are very close.
Lucian, I have never met
anyone like you.
I probably never will again.
What you're painting there...
is me.
The real me and not many people
can say that.
But this...
this is...
this is too much for me.
And now I've got this baby.
I need to be present for her.
I am just who I am.
I'm not responsible
for the other people
you see in me.
Please.
I remember going to a party
held by a friend of mine
after the divorce.
She'd rather tactlessly invited
Caroline as well.
What did you say?
I said to her...
"Do you think
I am made of wood"?
A fossil...
may lie hidden...
preserved in
its natural sarcophagus
for thousands of years.
Before someone...
may stumble across it.
I'm sorry.
I truly am.
This is... this is Kate Moss.
And, uh, she's got something
very important to say to you.
It was good too.
You what?
She's filthy.
She's absolutely filthy.
-You feel that?
-Yeah.
It's crazy Bella.
Me, a mummy!
Hmm. You're going to be
the best mummy, I can tell.
- That's what your dad said.
- Ah, well it's true.
He's been so good.
I can tell that he's getting
the painting done before I...
before I pop.
Oh, it's all so...
passionate.
I don't know but it is.
I don't think he'd do
the same thing for anyone else.
- Hiya.
- Hello.
I'm running so short
on time, I thought
it'd be good if you joined us.
If that's okay.
I couldn't think
of a better combination.
Nice to see you.
-I've taken your seat.
-Yeah, I noticed. Ah, thank you.
-It's good to see you.
-And you.
Is everything okay now?
Hello?
Oh my God.
Really?
What... what do you...
All right, I'm...
I'm leaving now. Okay.
-Is everything all right?
-Oh, it's just a problem
with the house. It'll be okay,
but I've got to go sort it.
I'm so sorry.
You go.
Yeah. We'll stay.
-Bye, bye.
-It's okay.
Oh.
How are you, Dad?
Thank you.
Keep that number
to yourself, will you.
I will.
-Um.
-How are you?
Yeah, I'm great.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You are my angel.
- Oh. Never.
Oh yes.
Now you'll be doing
head stands again.
Hello.
Hello, Kate.
It's Lucian.
Lucian?
Hi.
How are you?
Very well, thank you.
How are your preparations
coming along?
Oh, it's all a bit crazy.
I've been packing
and repacking my hospital bag.
Marvelous.
Yeah, it's... it's surprising
even to me
how organized I've become.
Look, I'm sorry
I haven't been around recently.
I feel guilty about
what you said about my aura
and all that.
I believe
it's finished.
- What, the painting?
- Yes.
I've been studying it
and studying it
for a very long time.
And there was
nothing else to do.
So I thought I'd leave it there.
Oh my God.
How does it look?
Perhaps you should come
over and judge for yourself.
Okay.
I'll see you soon.
Oh, you're here.
We missed you. Come, come.
No, no, no. Wait, wait.
-Let me help you.
-Thank you.
Oh, you look wonderful.
Oh.
I'm so pleased to see you.
I have something for you,
but I'll give it to you later,
all right?
Uh, it's very early,
but I find the model, Julia...
most fascinating.
A good sitter.
Julia.
- She seems sweet.
- Hmm.
Where did you find her?
Oh, she's the daughter
of a butcher.
Was a waitress.
- Was?
- Yes.
She quit her job in order for me
to paint her.
Quite an admirable sacrifice,
don't you think?
- Bloody hell.
- Quite.
And here...
we are.
Wow.
Lucian.
Is this how you see me?
Well, it's... it's how I see
the painting, really.
My...
my bump it...
it's not...
What do you think?
I'm...
I'm not sure.
I thought we...
-I thought we...
-Hi. Oh, Kate, sorry.
Sorry. Lucian.
- Freddy's here.
- Oh, thank you, David.
Uh, would you please help me
to set up?
I'm terribly sorry, Kate,
but I need to prepare
for my next sitting.
Freddy is... is my new model.
-Your son, Freddy?
-Yes, actually.
He's become a very good sitter.
Okay, well...
I'd better get going anyway.
Okay, Lucian,
I'll... I'll be seeing you.
Uh, thank you, Kate.
Yeah, well, whatever.
Uh, wait.
There...
is a distinction...
between the fact and truth.
Truth has an element of...
revelation about it.
If something is true...
it does more than strike one
as merely being so.
You...
are extraordinary.
Because you are ordinary.
And I mean this
in the best possible way.
My painting of you was perhaps
the hardest I have ever done.
For many reasons which I...
I shan't bother you with.
But I feel privileged...
to have spent time with you.
But the painting is your truth.
And it is my truth.
Oh, Lucian.
Lucian.
Jefferson!
Kate?
-You all right? Jesus.
-Yeah.
Oh, she's coming.
- She's coming?
- Yeah.
-Okay, I'll put my arm
around you.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Oh. Hiya, David.
Kate. Oh, so lovely to see you.
- How is he?
- Um.
He's okay. I mean,
he gave us all a bit of a fright
but you know what he's like.
- Anyway, come in, please.
- Yeah.
Lucian.
Kate's here.
Oh, wonderful.
Oh, Lucian.
I saved a place for you.
I brought someone to meet you.
Who?
Oh.
Oh. Oh, I say.
-What's your name?
-Lila Grace.
What a beautiful name.
Come here.
I want to see you.
Closer. I won't hurt you.
Just as beautiful
as your mother.
Why don't you go
and see David for a cup of tea?
Mummy just needs to have
a little chat with Lucian...
check he's been
behaving himself.
Come.
- There we go.
- It's all right.
Come on then.
What happened?
Well, this, uh, chap
was making a surrealist film
from one of my paintings.
He brought in a zebra...
a real zebra,
to film next to me.
A really terrific animal.
I... I gave it a...
a pat on the nose,
but I frightened it.
It bolted...
while I was holding the reins.
I couldn't let go.
Lucian, you really must be
more careful.
I was worried about you.
I'm fine.
They scanned my head, but...
it was really my balls
that hurt most.
They'd been dragged
all over the place.
Lila Grace is...
She's lovely.
She has your morale.
A fortunate thing.
She's my everything.
I love her so much.
I'd like to paint her.
That'd be lovely.
Lucian.
Hmm?
You know when I first saw it...
I couldn't understand it.
Hmm.
But now I do.
That was me then.
Hmm.
-Isn't David lovely?
-Oh.
My dear David.
My dear faithful David.
I am very tired.
Do you think we could just...
lie here for a while?
We can lie here
for as long as you like.
Oh.
Thank you.
"A moment
of complete happiness ...
never occurs in the creation
of a work of art".
"The promise of it is felt
in the act of creation ...
but disappears towards
the completion of the work".
"It is this great insufficiency
that drives him on".
"Thus the process of creation
becomes necessary
to the painter
more than is the picture".
"The process
is in fact habit-forming".