Loving Vincent

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He's always

out for trouble, that one.

That's for my father.

Shows over.

What's going on here then?

Sir.

Was that young

Armand I saw you fighting with?

Aye sir.

Over what?

Over crazy red, that

painter guy he used to know.

Really?

He dropped that, sir.

I'll take it in.

At ease, soldier.

Causing trouble again I see.

You dropped your letter outside.

It's not my letter.

It's Vincent's.

It's to Theo Van Gogh.

That's Vincent's

brother, isn't it?

Yeah, Vincent left it behind.

His old landlord Geno was

having a clear out and found it.

So he gave it to my

father and father told me

I have to deliver it.

Like it's my business.

My job is to bash metal into

shape not Deliver letters.

Help yourself why don't you?

Well he doesn't

need it, does he?

I don't see the point in

delivering a dead man's letter.

Your father just wants

to pay his respects.

What for?

What did that nobody

ever do for us?

Making my family hated

when my old man refused

to sign that petition.

To throw him out of the town-

- I signed it.

And, that's well and

good, he was mad.

He wasn't.

He was an interesting man.

Things only got strange

when that friend of his

Gauguin cams.

Vincent was all enthusiastic

for his yellow house

to become this

hostel for painters.

And, Gauguin would

be the master.

Where's the chair'?

Yeah, perfect.

But, when he finally came,

they quickly went from

firm friends to being

at each other's throats.

No, no, no you can't Go.

No, you can't got.

Calm down, Vincent.

Beverly.

Hello Vincent.

I brought you a gift.

Have you been fighting?

Take good care of it.

Oh sweet.

Are you alright?

Interesting man?

That's not how I remember him.

That nutcase has

cut off his ear.

Your dad sewing

it back on is he?

No, he's helping.

Well that figures

one drunk and crazy

helping another.

Go on say it!

Say it again.

The trial's next week.

Did not

think there were any left

not after him losing.

Oh they're

back, crawling back in.

Evening

gents, have you seen my son?

Ah Mr. Roulin, yes

you'll find him inside.

He's meant to

be on a train to Paris.

He don't look like

he's planning on going anywhere

right now.

We'll soon see about that.

He's in trouble.

The boy looks for

it.

Evening Joseph.

Why can't You just post it?

I did, the letter

got returned as undeliverable.

Well if your postal

service can't find him,

what makes you think I can?

Just use your initiative son.

An important man like

Mr. Theo Van Gogh

ask around.

But, what do I

say when I find him?

It's customary to start

with I'm sorry for your loss.

Let's got You sobered up.

I can't Go it's too late.

It's a nice night.

You're lo convey

deepest condolences

from myself, your

mother, and your brother.

Oh, and don't forget

Little Marcel.

She was his friend too.

She was 10 months old.

Babes are like animals son.

They can know the heart of a

man just by the size of 'em.

No, they can't.

They're less fickle

than grown-ups.

Just look at Geno.

He takes Vincent's money

with a smile for a whole year

and then signs a

petition condemning him.

Hey, mind you say that

Geno had the letter

for two years.

I don't want Mr. Theo thinking

that we been sitting on it.

Tell him how Geno

didn't even bother

handing it over to

me until he heard

that Vincent had.

Killed himself?

Why do you find that

so hard to believe?

You saw what happened here.

He had a breakdown.

It Happens to people.

If they're weak.

Live longer, you'll see.

Life can even bring

down the strong.

After the ear, nobody would

even give him a chance.

Even kids were tormenting him.

Get out of here!

Go on, get out of here!

We are the kings.

I call it weak

letting kids chase him

into the nuthouse.

And his neighbors, and

the police, and the mayor,

and the whole town!

Against an ill man!

He even checked himself into

Saint Remy to get better

and so he did.

He got discharged cured.

It doesn't mean he

stayed cured, does it?

I feel absolutely calm

and in a normal state.

This is what he writes me

six weeks before he's dead.

How does a man go from

being absolutely calm

to being suicidal in six weeks?

It's sad, I get that.

But, what good will

delivering that letter do now?

They were very close.

Vincent would write

his brother every day.

I know I'm the one who

collected the letters.

If it were me, I'd want it.

If it was you, heavens

forbid, if you had died

and there was a letter out

there that you had sent to me,

I'd want it.

Wouldn't you want

it if it was me?

Whoa, lunatic!

We could go to the Park.

Yeah, but

It's probably still muddy.

I heard you were

Vincent's paint supplier.

So I thought you

might know Theo.

We need a drink I think.

It's brandy.

Do take a seat.

He wasn't at the

address we've got.

The guy there said

you might know.

I'm afraid you'll

never deliver that Letter

to Theo Van Gogh.

Oh, I see.

Well how come?

Two hearts, one mind

that's what Vincent told me.

Maybe that was

the case after all

because after Vincent

died, Theo went

into sharp decline.

Can I get you something my love?

He'd been poorly before,

but Vincent's death

destroyed him.

He had actually been

with him a whole day

at the end, but Vincent

insisted they use the time

to discuss life not death.

And, no suicide note either,

so it stayed a mystery.

And, Theo 'just keep asking why'?

Six months after we buried

Vincent, Theo was dead loo.

Wow, the two of them.

So how did Vincent die?

He shot himself in

the fields above Auvers

by his easel doing what he

loved painting to the end.

Do you know why?

No.

Theo thought his unhappiness

went right back to childhood.

He tried so hard to

fit into his family.

But, he never succeeded in this.

Vincent told me he was the

oldest but Not The first.

There was another Vincent,

a stillborn older brother:.

He thought that boy

was the perfect Vincent

that he could never measure

up to in his mother's eyes.

He struggled to be what

they wanted him to be.

He joined his uncle's

art dealership

and was thrown out in disgrace.

He tried for his father's

profession, the church,

but the pastor exams

were too hard for him,

so he took a job as

a lowly missionary.

He managed to get

sacked even from that.

Yet another dead end.

But, Theo says he

believes in him

and that if Vincent

will fight for himself,

he will fight alongside him.

And, that was it.

Vincent picks up a brush

for the first time at 28,

and with Theo's support,

there is no stopping him.

So what happened then?

Paris happened.

He came here of course.

They all do.

Everyone does.

Monet, Toulouse, Seingnac,

Bernard, Manet, everybody

because everything that

happens in art happens here.

And, where do they

all buy their paints?

Pare Tanguy's of course.

Waitress a drink.

Make it pure.

Cheers.

We'll see if it's pure.

We'll keep that, thank you.

Pure is purer.

We must Be fine,

to the buyer an ego

like no other I grant you.

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