Loving Vincent Page #3

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your watch by him.

Painting from eight until five.

You'd think he was going

off to a regular job.

He went all over, Chaponval,

the fields, the woods,

the river.

He really liked the river.

Speak to the boatman,

Watch your step.

He'll tell you.

Oh dear.

I'm in.

Enjoy yourselves ladies.

Thank you so much.

Bye.

Armand Roulin friend of

the late Vincent Van Gogh.

Pleasure.

I heard he liked to

hang around the river.

Vincent, yeah.

Yeah, he used to come down here.

Even before dawn to catch

some special kind of light.

Now I don't know much

about light catching,

but I know you can set your

eyes on a lot of life down here

if you catch my drift?

Good lo know.

He didn't talk so much.

Mostly just sat around

watching, sometimes painting.

And, this one time

it was just us,

me fishing, him painting.

Now it wasn't as

peaceful as it sounds.

He made all sorts of

noises while he painted

puffing like a steam engine.

And, then suddenly

it was all silent,

and he looked so happy

that This dirty crow

was coming close.

He didn't seem to care that

it ran off with his lunch.

And, I thought to myself

how lonely is this guy

that even a thieving crow

brightens up his day?

Later that summer, he would

hang around these rich boys

who threw big boating parties.

They always came with girls,

unruly ones if you know

what I mean?

Hey!

Yeah we could

do with a bit of money.

Well is it paid?

Vincent seems shy around them.

Come on.

He never did have

much luck with women.

You think?

And, then he comes here

with the Gachet girl.

I saw her pretty in a

porcelain sort of way.

That's her, a real quiet type.

I've been working

in (his village

since before the

Gachefs moved here,

and I never got to

speak a word with her.

Yet her and Vincent, they

were chatting in that way,

you know, like speaking

to each other was

the most exciting thing ever.

All I could see

was just your foot.

God knows what she saw in him.

Must've been twice her

age, and next to her,

he looked like a tramp.

What, you think there

was something going on?

They said they

were here to paint,

but they took a boat,

couples often do.

But, I will tell you this.

Vincent, he looked

like he was all right.

Then he comes here with

a girl who I reckon

was out of his league,

and the next thing I hear

he's killed himself.

Maybe you should talk to her.

I'm not sure their

housekeeper would let me.

That one.

Spends her afternoons

at the church.

She's some kind of warden there.

She certainly wards me off.

Here you must be thirsty.

On the house.

How nice you are?

Won't your dad mind?

He's not here to mind.

I'll tell you what

I'll have this one

if you let me buy one for you.

I was wondering were Vincent

and Marguerite friends?

The boatman said

they were friendly.

Well that would

explain why she takes

flowers to his grave everyday.

Oh, and it might explain

that big argument

between him and the doctor.

What argument?

More than one person

saw Vincent leave

the doctor's place

slamming the gale so hard

it's a wonder it didn't

come off its hinges.

But, the housekeeper,

she was going round

saying that Dr. Gachel

had stopped Vincent

from seeing his daughter.

Dr. Gachel is crazy

protective over his daughter.

He doesn't want her talking,

where are you going?

To church.

God bless.

Oh glad to see you're honoring

God, not like your friend.

My father's friend.

You know Vincent actually

did his ungodly act

on a Sunday?

That's not the half of it.

I saw him that Day.

I was on my way to church.

Laughing and joking with

those Sacretain boys,

drinking they were

laughing at God,

knowing what he was going

to be doing on God's day.

When I think what he put

the poor doctor through,

marching in with his brother

like they were royally,

like it was his garden,

like they were his guests.

Well his brother might

have been dressed smart,

but it looked like

he'd dropped down dead

before he made it to table.

I could see the fever in

his eyes at first glance.

And, the great artist himself,

always skulking about,

gobbling our food, just

making messes in corners.

Oh well, mustn't keep

our Lord wailing.

I wondered how long it

would take you to come back.

He painted you didn't he?

So why are you here?

Where else would I be?

Oh, I don't know let's see.

Sailing around the

world, catching a thief,

chatting up a pretty girl.

Because I want to do

something for Vincent.

I'm sure there's a

lot you can do for him

now that he's dead.

I heard you take flowers

to his grave everyday.

Isn't that doing

something for Vincent

even though he's dead?

Oh that.

I just do that out of respect.

He was a great artist.

He liked flowers.

Still seems real nice of you.

You must've been friendly.

I wouldn't say so.

He was here to see father.

He was his doctor, and

he became his friend.

It's hardly surprising.

They were both artists.

They liked the same painters.

They understood each other.

When father invited

Vincent's brother

and their family for

Sunday lunch, Vincent joked

about my father was

the third brother.

Cheers everyone.

So you were like

one big family than?

He painted here sometimes.

It was part of the treatment

my father recommended.

But, we didn't socialize.

So when you went to the river,

that wasn't socializing?

The river?

The boatman says you

took a boat together,

said it looked like you

knew each other pretty well.

Well people think they

see all sorts of things

in this village.

Must've been some other girl.

Hold you I barely knew him.

It was father he was here for.

They were like minds.

They agreed on everything.

Everything really?

Ravoux girl said Vincent

and Dr. Gachet argued.

My you really have

been slumming it.

I don't care for village gossip.

She said people saw

Vincent storming out of here

not long before his death,

and your dad was running

after him.

So what?

You think there was some

argument with my father

and that's why Vincent is dead?

You think it's my

father's fault do you?

I didn't say that.

I think it would be

best if you leave now.

Good day.

Thank you.

Busy night?

Not really.

There's your cheese.

And how is your father, Adeline?

He's well, thank you.

Can I get you anything else?

No, I'm fine thank you.

Thank you, no.

Good.

Just busy enough not

to have to speak to me?

Well if I did sit

down for a drink,

I'd be wondering when

you'd be getting up

and running off

somewhere more important.

Funny thing that.

You actually gave me an idea.

The idea to confront

Marguerite Gachet.

Oh so you ran off lo be

with the lady of the manor?

How did that work out for you?

She told me she

didn't know Vincent.

Hadn't barely exchanged a

few formal words with him.

I told you you can't believe

a word the Gachefs say.

I remember when

Vincent moved in.

People were asking him if

he was a relative of Gachet.

Maybe they were

similar on the outside.

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