They were rebels, fearless and curious, and they loved each other the way you love when you’re 13. Hopes, doubts, girls, dreams of glory: they shared it all. Paul is rich and Emile poor. They haunt the same places, sleep with the same women, and spit together on the bourgeoisie, that spits right back. They draw by day the models with whom they spend their nights, and hop on a train for thirty hours just to catch a sunset. Now Paul Cézanne is an artist and Emile Zola a writer. Fame has passed Paul by, while Emile has it all: glory, money, and a perfect wife, the woman Paul used to be in love with. They judge each other, admire each other, confront each other. They lose touch and meet again, like a couple that cannot stop loving each other.