"Griet." "Leave that." " Griet?" " Father." "Do you remember?" "You watched me paint it." "I never thought our family would come to this." "Food may be strange to your stomach." "Keep clear of their Catholic prayers." "Or if you must be with them when they pray... stop your ears." "Give it." "I got Cornelia's too." " Give it back." " Stop it!" "You did not get it." "I did." "Do you know the house of Master Vermeer?" "Tell Tanneke the new maid is here." "You took your time." "Lose your way, did you?" "Young mistress is out this morning." "I'm to show you round." "Water for the table." "Take water from the canal for laundry." "It's clean enough this side of town." "Soda..." "coppers, boiler... sand and soap." "In cooking kitchen you're to help serve and clear, buy fish and meat... when young mistress don't want to." "You'll take your meals with me and the children." "That's your sleeping place." "Scour the pots and pans." "Young mistress and master sleep and have company here." "You'll get used to it." "You're to clean in there." "Not now!" "He's painting." "Good morning, madam." "Don't speak till you're spoken to." "Tanneke showed you what needs to be done?" "The laundry and so on?" "Yes, madam." "This is only a trial." "Nothing is settled yet." "I... my husband does..." "Go in." "Go in." "Disturb nothing." "Leave all just as it is." "Open the shutters, you can't work in the dark." "You're not the first to forget your manners in front of his paintings." "Tell me, girl... do you think it finished?" "Three months." "Another three before he's satisfied, no doubt." "Well get along, girl." "You're not paid to stand gawping all day." "Good to see you." "Are you well?" "Yeah." " Can we go?" " Here's my man." "Paul." "This is Griet, the new maid." "She'll fetch the meat now." "So, Griet... what takes your fancy?" "Nothing is too good for this family?" "An ox tongue and a dozen chops." "Pieter... chops..." "In the book again?" "There you are." "This meat's not fresh." "The mistress won't like it." "Pieter." "Get the parcel on the cart." "That's better." "We'll see you again, Griet." "Yes." "No!" "I'll take that." "Make way now." " What is it?" " Bankrupt." "They've lived next door for as long as I can remember." "The shame." "Lost everything." "Watch out for young mistress." "She hates money troubles." "She'll turn spiteful at this, you mark my words." "The last time you said it was done you kept it another six months!" "It will be done soon." "Oh yes, soon." "But when is soon?" "Next month, next year?" "It's all the same to you, if your children starve and your wife is dressed in rags." "When you sit up there and suck at your paintbrush..." "You're being ridiculous." "I'm going out." "No, Jan, don't you dare leave." "One year it got so bad, they had to sell some of their jewels." "You could imagine how that pleased her." "She smashed half the china... went to spoil one of his precious paintings." "Well, he's a temper on him too for all he's so quiet." "She's not set so much as a foot in his studio from that day to this." "There you are." "Fetch some water." "Hail Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death." "Six babies." "Why does she have to make such a racket?" "Just get on with the work." "Push!" "I need more rags, girl." "More rags." "Push, push!" "Good, that's good!" "Oh, Jan, isn't he just like you?" "Johannes, that's it." "Look at him, he's your little brother." "Take this to the house of your master's patron, Pieter van Ruijven." "To the left." "Open up, there's a lady coming in." "That's it." "So, finished at last." "Honored guest." "It's the old woman's idea to combine the birth feast and the viewing." "She is a tight fist." "I won't turn out for small beer and biscuits, tell her." "Me and the brat deserve a proper feast." "You have a very wide eyes." "What do they call you?" " Griet." " Griet?" "Griet." "Your master is a fine painter, Griet." "The finest in Delft." "He's painted me." "Perhaps that will be my epitaph." "Look at that dress." "You can almost stroke the satin." "And the wine winkling through the glass." "Can you imagine yourself in such finery, Griet?" "She loved it, you know." "Lace and satin pressed tight against the plump little bubbles." "The silk, heavy on her thighs." "The gentlemen watching." "My God, she was happy." "She thought she was somebody." "All dressed up like a lady." "Green as grass, mind you." "She had only worked there a few months before Master Van Ruijven brought her over to be painted." "Got her into that fine red dress." "Poured wine down her like he was forcing a goose." "That dress can't have stayed on long." "She was carrying his by-blow before the painting was dry." "He thinks we don't know how to celebrate a birth, does he?" "Come on, keep up." "Come on now, my little one." "I've got a lovely apple for you." "The price was three guilders, I'm sure of that." "Three guilders..." "thank you." "Why are you here?" "A nice greeting, when I brought the meat order just for you." "Better carry it through." "Not even a smile for my pains?" "Not today." "Come on." "I'll put it in the book, then." "Owed by Griet... one smile." "And don't they look marvelous?" "Welcome, Master Van Ruijven." "Mistress Thins." "Friends and neighbors, our honored guest, Master Van Ruijven... not only are we gathered tonight to celebrate the safe delivery into this world, praise be to God, of little Franciscus," "but also to rejoice at another birth, a new masterpiece from the hand of my son-in-law" "Johannes Vermeer." "Is this Indian yellow?" "Distilled from the urine of sacred cows fed only on mango leaves." "You've glazed my wife in dried piss." "It was the right color." "No stinting, eh?" "I cannot bear the suspense a moment longer, Master Van Ruijven." "Pray tell us what you think." "This is good." "Color and perspective is true, the illusion... is perfect." "All this skill lavished on my dear Emilie." "Why... it's almost as if..." "she were thinking." "And have you considered the subject for your next commission?" "We cannot expect you to give up Emilie for so long again." "Considered?" "It's already in hand." "Didn't I tell you?" "A coming fellow from Amsterdam." "Studied under Rembrandt van Rijn, though, who hasn't these days?" ""A Merry Company by Candlelight," candlelight being his forte." "So, have you decided what to daub next, Jan?" "Have you found inspiration up in that room of yours?" "Is there another patron in Delft with pockets as deep as mine?" "I've not yet found a subject." "Yes?" "About the studio, mistress." "Should I clean the windows?" "You don't need to ask me about such matters." "It's just... it may change the light." "Of course." "Wash them." "Stay as you were." "By the window." "Drop it." "Just..." "You can go." "Brothers and sisters... welcome to the house of the Lord God." "Let us lift up our hearts and voices together to give Him thanks and praise for our safe passage..." "Father, mother, this is Pieter, our butcher's son..." "the family's butcher." "Sir, mistress, I'm glad to meet you." "So, the butcher..." "that's a good trade." "Griet is the hardest to please of all our customers." "Aye, she gets that from me." "There now, I forgot." "We must speak with Willem Jansson." "Griet, you go on with Pieter there." "Good morning." "So Griet... where is that smile you owe me, when I have been so clever as to track you down?" "You had nothing better to do." "Shocking." "She should know better." "She should at her age." "When I saw you with Tanneke I thought you were a little Catholic girl." "He started a new painting." "There's no buyer." "He won't even let me see it." "But he's working again." "It usually takes him longer." "Good." "Very good." "Keep it level all the time." "Do you know what it is?" "A camera obscura." "Look into the glass." "Here." "Put this on." "You can see?" " I'm so sorry, sir." " No, don't worry about the robe." "What did you see?" "I saw the painting." "But... how did it get in there?" "See this?" "This is called "a lens."" "Beams of reflected light from that corner pass through it... into the box..." "so that we can see it here." "Is it real?" "It's an image." "A picture made of light." "Does the box show you what to paint?" "It helps." "You didn't get me." "I got you." "No, you're cheating." "Oh, do we have to play this?" "So..." "Stop it." "Oh, look Cornelia." "There." "Now you're it." " I've got it." " I've got it." "Yes I can." " No way." " It's mine." " No." " I'll catch it." "Cornelia!" "I won't tell you again." "Girls, come inside." " Why?" " Come on." "Don't make a fuss." "It's dirty now." " I'm sorry, sir." " Shh..." "Stay." "Lead white." "From the cupboard." "Please let me see your hair." "What color is it?" "Brown." "Straight or curly?" "Neither." "Long?" " Very long?" " No." "My mother will expect me home." "She knows where you are, Griet." "You're looking at it?" "Well..." "Nothing is the right color." "This is the base color." "It gives the tone... shadow in the light." "And when it's dry..." "I glaze over it with blue, but... thinly, so that the black shows through." "Look, Griet." "Look at the clouds." "What color are they?" "White?" "No..." "not white." "Yellow." "Blue..." "and grey." "There are colors in the clouds." "Now you understand." "Thinking about your butcher boy?" "Come." "This... is ruby shellac." "Gum arabic." "Wine skin." "This will make verdigris." "Malachite." "Vermilion." "That... linseed oil." "Bone black." "An you grind it with a muller, like this." "You try." "Twist from the shoulder." "It's like this." "Griet!" "The child needs a draught." "My mother will not be content till one of them dies from her meanness." "Come on." "You will need..." "On the master's account." " Griet." " Sir?" "I want you to get something for me, too." "I want some colors." "My wife need not know." "This is too thin." "Did you get the lapis?" "You can mix the colors." "Mix the colors?" "Sir, I haven't time." "Make time." "Nurse!" " Nurse." "I'm coming." "Nurse!" "Come on!" "Quickly." "How much longer is the wet nurse to be with us, mistress?" "I don't know." "A month or so." "No, Cornelia, not my pearls." "A month or more." "Why?" "What's it to you?" "Well, she's eating us out of house and home for a start." "She must eat for the baby." "All I'm saying is, I can't cook twice as much and have no sleep at all." "Tell her to be quiet, then." "If I could just go back to the cellar..." "Well, you can't." "Griet has your place." "Why not move Tanneke back?" "Put a mattress in the attic for Griet." "Tanneke can sleep soundly... and Griet can clean the studio before she comes down in the morning." "My jewels." "You always have my jewels up there to paint." "She..." "You lock up at night, open it in the morning." "There." "Are you satisfied, Tanneke?" "Yes, mistress." "Got it." "I win again." "No, we are drawing." " Well, I do." " No you don't." "No need to go to the fish market tomorrow." "Mistress wants eggs." "No... she cannot abide the smell when she's with child." "So soon?" "As if there weren't enough mouths to feed already." "Still... what can you do, eh?" "Men." "Marvelous." "No, Jan." "Why did you move the chair?" "She looked trapped." "Griet!" "Are you up there?" "One of my tortoiseshell combs is gone." "She's nothing but trouble." "Master, I did not do it." "Help me." "Please." "Let me look for you." "Papa?" " Father?" "Don't!" "Leave it alone." "I'll find it." "Please, sir." "What's going on?" "What are you doing?" "Stop it!" "For heaven's sake, you're scaring the children." "What are you doing?" "Cornelia." "She's dishonest." "Always sneaking around." "Shirking her work." "Tanneke has complained of it." "Creeping upstairs all day long." "My daughter is right, there has been too much sneaking about." "I only took her out of charity." " If I thought she'd be..." " With another child due we need the extra help." "Fit in all your work and do not slack or it will be the worst for you." "I shall invite Master Van Ruijven." "Johannes must have a new commission." "Get back to work." "All these girls." "The boys will soon be swarming around like flies." "I tell you, if I was a few years younger..." "A connoisseur in everything, Master Van Ruijven." "But you should be faithful to one mistress above all others..." "Art." "Your name will surely be famed as one of the great patrons." "With your exquisite taste, your subtle understanding of allegory and allusion..." "No, no, stop it, stop it." "My God, woman, you could sell sour milk to cows." "Now what is it you want?" "A group painting." "Yourself and Emilie." "Your lovely daughter too." "Or... a merry company." "Wine... a good meal on your table." "Your friends all about." "Music." " And dancing." " It's better." "Better, better." "I'll take your bait." "The picture, several figures." "A merry gathering, but no family portrait." "And if I'm to spend tedious hours sitting" "I want something I can rest my eyes on." "I think she ought to be in the painting." "A tavern scene." "It will make a change for you." "Griet could come and serve me." "Look at her, man." "How hard is it to paint a pretty girl?" "Can I have her?" "Griet, there's been talk of you." "I've done nothing." "Van Ruijven's cook says you're to be painted with her master." "You'll have heard about him and the maid that was painted before?" " You shouldn't believe gossip." " Oh, I don't." "I'll tell Pieter you asked after him." "Liver?" "Griet." "You've heard?" "I heard." "No smoke without fire, they say." " Is that what you think?" " No." "You're only a maid, what can you do?" " I must get back." " Don't walk away." "Listen to me." "Just remember who you are." "Don't get caught up in his world." "I am only a maid, but I would never give in to Master Van Ruijven." "I wasn't talking about Van Ruijven." "Ah, you girl, Griet." "Come here." "What were you doing today?" "I missed you." "We both did." "I hear you've been of great use to your master, pretty Griet." "All that grinding and stirring, eh?" "Master and maid." "It's a tune we all know." "And you can practice together now that we've made our bargain." "Eh, Jan?" "You won't forget, will you?" "Good." " What should I...?" " No." "No." "I already... already begun a group painting." "You're not to sit with Master Van Ruijven, that much is agreed." "Thank you, sir." "I'm to paint you alone." "My daughter must not hear of this other painting in her condition." "It's to hang in his private cabinet." "He's no fool, mind you." "An he won't be taken for one, so don't think otherwise." "You're a fly in his web." "We all are." "You've to admit, my friend, French swords are the best." "Tomorrow morning." "I cannot, I have work." "Find a way." "The front of your cap, fold it back." "Take off your cap." "No, sir." "I cannot." "Cannot?" "I will not." "I need to see your face." "The cap covers too much." "There's some cloth in the storeroom." "You know, I've a mind to go up there one day and surprise him in the act." "But you said yourself it's very dull." "Oh, not with Emilie when he's alone with some young beauty." "Have you ever notice how he never bothers with old women?" "Only the young pretty ones." "On their own." "You'll have to wait then." "He makes only one painting at a time." "Is that so?" "Jan?" "Jan?" "My necklace." "Haven't you finished yet?" "I'll be in my studio until dinner." "Open your mouth." "Sir?" "Open your mouth." "Less." "Now lick your lips." "Again." "Again." "Got you, got you, got you!" "Wear these." "Good." "Look, Griet." "Point of light in the shadow of the neck leading the eye." "Jan." "Sir." " Do not ask this of me." " It's needed." "The composition, it's not balanced." "I've seen you paint with no one there." "You want me to imagine how the earring would look?" "My ears are not pierced." "She'll find out." "This has to be, Griet." "See for yourself." "You looked inside me." "I've got you!" "Now hold still." "I want to look at you." "Now, girl... tell me how you get on up there." "Has he found his composition?" "Do you move him?" "Do you inspire him?" "Tell me, has the master's brush unlocked the secrets of your heart?" "Ripe as a plum..." "still unplucked." "What's he playing at?" "He made a bargain with me." "He's painting you at my pleasure." " No!" " I've waited long enough." "What a great fool he is." "Don't fight." "No!" "No!" "Griet?" "Not a word." "You'll lose your place." "He won't look at you again." "Griet!" "Ah, there you are, my dear." "The maid kept me talking with some... cock and bull story." "Well, girl?" "What's to be done?" "Master Van Ruijven wants his paintings... and he will bear no more delay." "If he crosses Van Ruijven over this... he will lose him." "Then what?" "My daughter is out for the day." "Do it now." "You do it." "Look at me." "Now turn your head, not your shoulders." "Look at me." "There, that's it." "I'll see you later." "Don't rush away, Griet, please." "Leave the house." "Join me and Paul in the meat market." " I must get back." " I'll fetch your things," "I'll send someone." "No." "Our own life, Griet..." "answering to no one." "Marry me." "Laughing at me in my own house." "I will see for myself." "No one will stop me." "There is nothing to see." "You're making yourself ridiculous." "Calm, my dear." "I will not be calm!" "Am I a child?" "!" "Does no one speak the truth to me in my own house?" "By all the saints, if you would stop screaming for a moment, I can explain." "More lies?" "!" "I don't want to hear any more of your lies, Mother." "I have a right to know." "So." "No more hiding now." "Here I am." "I want to see this painting." "There's no point." "No point?" "!" "I am too stupid to look at a painting now?" "She can't read!" "You know that?" "Sit down." "You'll exhaust yourself." "Why can't I look?" "It's just a commission." "Gone in a few days." "You need never see it." "They are just paintings." "Pictures, for money." "They mean nothing." "Is it true she wore my pearls?" "How could you?" "How could you?" "Show me this painting." "You'll make yourself ill." "You show me." "It's obscene." "Why don't you paint me?" "Because you don't understand!" "And she does?" "No!" "Get out of here!" "Get out of my house!" "I've come to the right place, then." "Tanneke?" "This is for you." "Translated By A.Raeed Group"