Loving Vincent Page #4

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This is incredible.

They had the same red hair,

and that same sad

look in his eyes.

I've never seen

anything like it.

But, on the inside,

they were chalk and cheese.

Vincent wasn't

snobbish like Gachet.

He was really polite and kind.

Well hello, Jeuxmaine.

Up you go.

So what shall we draw tonight?

A chicken please.

I might be seeing something.

Okay a chicken.

Skinny legs like you.

Floppy tail please.

Jomaine what are

you doing out of bed?

She's no trouble.

Come on off to bed with you.

She's no trouble.

I want my chicken back.

Marguerite said the

brother came here.

Did you meet him?

No, I heard he came

at Gachefs invitation.

Vincent was always saying

that they might come here.

Always checking if we

had rooms at weekends,

but they never did come.

So did Vincent visit them ever?

No, you know he'd

spend hours on hours

writing those letters

to his brother

when he could've just

hopped on a train.

Oh no, he did go once.

He said his brother's

baby was ill.

But, I don't think the

visit went that well.

. Why not?

The lea towels.

He said that canvasses

were too expensive.

More.

And so now he's only gonna paint

on these old rags.

He painted some pretty

flowers, but I don't think

my father was that pleased.

What has the brother

got to do with lea towels?

I reckon they argued over money

because it was the

brother that bought

all Vincent's painting things.

I know because of the

last letter Vincent sent.

Adeline wait.

The day before

he killed himself.

When he handed it to me,

he said it was urgent.

And, you know I asked if

there was anything wrong.

And, he said he'd run out

of paints and he placed

a big order for some

more 'cause he had lots

of paintings planned.

Don't you think

that's odd to place

an order with his brother

ii money was an issue

between them and then to

kill himself the next day?

It depends, you know,

on how balanced he was.

All seemed fine with him.

I mean something must've

happened pretty suddenly

for him to become unbalanced.

Like what?

I don't know exactly what.

I'm sure it's got something

to do with Gachet.

Do you remember his first

day that I told you about?

This letter's from then.

No, I can't Read

someone else's letter.

If it's open, it's all right.

My dad's

posted me up some money.

I'll open a tab for you,

and you can settle up

when your money arrives.

That's very good of you.

This is where he lived?

And, where he died.

Dear Theo and Jo,

it is really very

beautiful here.

I feel I see the

North all the better

for my trip to the South.

I have settled down

to some canvasses

which I hope will go

some way lo recovering

the pasts of my slay.

Dr. Gachet is eccentric.

I don't Know how he

thinks he can cure me

when he seems at

least as sick as I am.

However, I still

think that what I have

is mostly a malady of the

South, and the the return here

will be enough to

dissipate the whole thing.

The thing is the days seem like,

seem like weeks.

The days seem like weeks to me.

I'll be glad is sometime from

now you were lo come here

one Sunday with your family.

Very hardy handshakes,

your loving Vincent.

What the?

Oy, come here!

Dear

father, I'm still waiting to see

the doctor.

I could've just given the

letter to the housekeeper

or his daughter, but something

happened with Vincent

in that house.

I can tell.

I want to ask the

doctor about it.

I've decided to retrace

the path that Vincent took

with his easel that Day

because what I've been told

doesn't add up.

And, strange things are

happening to me too,

but don't worry, nothing

that I can't handle.

People here are on

edge about Vincent,

about what happened to him.

Everyone has a different story.

Tanguy, the paint

supplier, said that Vincent

shot himself in the

fields, so does the girl

from the inn.

It seems a very long way

for him to have walked

with a mortal would, and

I wonder if he wanted

to kill himself, why didn't

He just pick up the gun

and finish the job?

Did he change his mind?

Did he want to live after all?

No, I can see you.

It was you last

night weren't it?

Oh, not again.

Can I help?

If you could tell me where

to find a funny looking boy

with hair all over the place,

I want to ring his neck.

Oh that'll be my nephew.

I'm sorry.

He's a bit simple.

Please don't pay him any mind.

He's harmless.

He was following me

yesterday and today.

That's not like him.

Did you do something to him?

No, I'm just delivering a letter

for a friend of mine,

Vincent Van Gogh.

The Painter fella, yeah

foreigner, red fellow.

Yeah that's him.

That'll be it then.

That'll be what then?

Here cider'?

Don't mind if I do.

Thatching is thirsty work.

On the day that the

painter fellow was wounded,

we heard a shot

coming from that barn.

And, now my nephew, he

thinks it's haunted.

But, Vincent shot

himself in the fields.

That's what some folks say.

But, I never met a person

who actually saw him there.

The police looked for his

stuff, and they found nothing,

not the gun nor his painting

stuff, nor his paintings.

And, who'd steal

that sort of thing?

So you think he shot

himself here in that barn?

I'm not saying nothing.

We just heard a shot.

Well why didn't

you go in and look?

It could've been anything,

kids shooting rats.

No, it were only the

next day when I heard

that he'd been shot

that I went and looked.

And, there was nothing.

Ii shot himself here, how

come you didn't see his stuff?

That is the question.

It's not that he was in a

state to move it himself,

and why would

anyone else move it?

Oh afternoon Mr. Roulin.

How nice of you to save

me the trip to that place.

Doctor sent me to tell you he

can see you tomorrow morning.

Slop in at any time.

Great, I was just

thinking what you said

about Vincent laughing

around and drinking

with those lads on

the day of his death.

Where was that?

Well it was right

here, exactly here.

Scribbling and scrawling

away he was as always.

So he must've already

had the gun on him then?

Yeah, I guess he must have.

Well he might've had it

amongst his paintings.

Wouldn't want to put

it on display would he?

Where do you think

he got it from?

Ravoux girl said Gachet

was a military man.

Has a gun I guess.

You think he could've

taken it from your place?

- Not unless he

pill:
it hack after.

The doctor does have

a gun in his study,

but I dust there

every afternoon.

It's never been elsewhere.

Anyway, everyone knows

it was old Ravoux's gun.

He keeps it under the

counter, little pistol.

And, it's not there anymore.

Well, see you tomorrow.

You were out early.

Long day-

Thirsty work.

And, you've been quenching

that thirst I suppose.

Today I heard mention

of young lads Vincent

would hang around with.

That would be the Sacretains,

but you won't Find them here.

They're in Paris.

They would often joke around

with Vincent especially Rene.

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