A camera obscura.
A coming fellow from Amsterdam.
A connoisseur in everything, Master Van Ruijven.
A good meal on your table.
A group painting.
A merry company.
A month or more.
A month or so.
A new masterpiece from the hand of my son in law
A nice greeting, when I brought the meat order just for you.
A picture made of light.
A tavern scene. It will make a change for you.
About the studio, mistress.
Again.
Again.
Ah, there you are, my dear.
Ah, you girl, Griet.
All dressed up like a lady.
All I'm saying is, I can't cook twice as much and have no sleep at all.
All that grinding and stirring, eh?
All these girls.
All this skill lavished on my dear Emilie.
Always sneaking around. Shirking her work.
Am I a child?!
An he won't be taken for one, so don't think otherwise.
An ox tongue and a dozen chops.
An you grind it with a muller, like this.
And do not slack or it will be the worst for you.
And don't they look marvelous?
And Griet can clean the studio before she comes down in the morning.
And have you considered the subject for your next commission?
And he will bear no more delay.
And if I'm to spend tedious hours sitting
And the wine winkling through the glass.
And when it's dry...
And you can practice together now that we've made our bargain. Eh, Jan?
Another three before he's satisfied, no doubt.
Are you up there?
Are you well? Yeah.
Art.
As if there weren't enough mouths to feed already.
Aye, she gets that from me.
Beams of reflected light from that corner pass through it...
Because you don't understand!
Before Master Van Ruijven brought her over to be painted.
Better carry it through.
Brothers and sisters...
Brown.
But also to rejoice at another birth,
But he's working again.
But I would never give in to Master Van Ruijven.
But you said yourself it's very dull.
But you should be faithful to one mistress above all others...
Buy fish and meat...
By all the saints, if you would stop screaming for a moment, I can explain.
By the window.
Calm, my dear.
Can I have her?
Can you imagine yourself in such finery, Griet?
Cannot?
Chops...
Cock and bull story.
Color and perspective is true, the illusion... is perfect.
Come here.
Come on now, my little one. I've got a lovely apple for you.
Come on, keep up.
Come on.
Come on.
Come.
Considered? It's already in hand. Didn't I tell you?
Cornelia!
Cornelia.
Creeping upstairs all day long.
Did you get the lapis?
Distilled from the urine of sacred cows
Disturb nothing.
Do it now.
Do you know the house of Master Vermeer?
Do you know what it is?
Do you move him? Do you inspire him?
Do you remember?
Do you think it finished?
Does no one speak the truth to me in my own house?
Does the box show you what to paint?
Don't fight.
Don't get caught up in his world.
Don't rush away, Griet, please.
Don't speak till you're spoken to.
Drop it.
Father, mother, this is Pieter,
Fed only on mango leaves.
Find a way.
Fit in all your work
Food may be strange to your stomach.
For heaven's sake,
Friends and neighbors,
From the cupboard.
Get back to work.
Get out of my house!
Get the parcel on the cart.
Girls, come inside.
Go in.
Go in.
Good morning, madam.
Good morning. So Griet...
Good to see you.
Good, that's good!
Good.
Good.
Good.
Got her into that fine red dress.
Got it. I win again.
Got you, got you, got you!
Green as grass, mind you.
Griet could come and serve me.
Griet has your place.
Griet is the hardest to please of all our customers.
Griet, there's been talk of you.
Griet, you go on with Pieter there.
Griet!
Griet!
Griet!
Griet?
Griet.
Griet.
Griet.
Gum arabic.
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
Has he found his composition?
Have you ever notice how he never bothers with old women?
Have you found inspiration up in that room of yours?
Haven't you finished yet?
He made a bargain with me. He's painting you at my pleasure.
He makes only one painting at a time.
He started a new painting.
He thinks we don't know how to celebrate a birth, does he?
He will lose him.
He won't even let me see it.
He won't look at you again.
He's no fool, mind you.
He's painted me.
Help me.
Here I am.
Here. Put this on.
Honored guest.
How could you?
How could you?
How did it get in there?
How hard is it to paint a pretty girl?
How much longer is the wet nurse to be with us, mistress?
I am only a maid,
I am too stupid to look at a painting now?
I cannot, I have work.
I cannot.
I don't know.
I don't want to hear any more of your lies, Mother.
I glaze over it with blue, but...
I have a right to know.
I hear you've been of great use to your master, pretty Griet.
I heard.
I need more rags, girl.
I need to see your face.
I never thought our family would come to this.
I saw the painting.
I shall invite Master Van Ruijven.
I tell you, if I was a few years younger...
I think she ought to be in the painting.
I want some colors.
I want something I can rest my eyes on.
I want to see this painting.
I want you to get something for me, too.
I wasn't talking about Van Ruijven.
I will not be calm!
I will not.
I will see for myself. No one will stop me.
I won't tell you again.
I won't turn out for small beer and biscuits, tell her.
I...
I'll be in my studio until dinner.
I'll put it in the book, then. Owed by Griet...
I'll see you later.
I'll send someone.
I'll take that.
I'm to paint you alone.
I'm to show you round.
I've come to the right place, then.
I've got you!
I've not yet found a subject.
I've seen you paint with no one there.
If he crosses Van Ruijven over this...
If I could just go back to the cellar...
If your children starve and your wife is dressed in rags.
In cooking kitchen you're to help serve and clear,
In the act.
In the book again?
Into the box... so that we can see it here.
Is it real?
Is it true she wore my pearls?
Is that so?
Is there another patron in Delft with pockets as deep as mine?
Is this Indian yellow?
It gives the tone...
It helps.
It may change the light.
It usually takes him longer.