Loving Vincent Page #5

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Rene could also take

it a little far.

Poor Vincent, he nearly fainted.

But, then Rene would buy

him a drink to apologize.

He was like that always

picking up the tab,

always buying people drinks.

I was also told that Vincent

got the gun from your place.

What?

Who told you that?

We don't even have a gun.

Gachefs housekeeper

told me you did.

No.

Father used to own one

once, but he didn't reckon

he'd need it here in

Auvers, so he sold it.

Before Vincent was shot?

Yes.

We didn't have it

than, and don't you go

spreading that

squawking hen's gossip.

This came for you.

It says that you've

lost your job.

So you're not Good for credit.

Room for one more at your fire?

You look like

you've had a day of it.

The Ravoux girl deprived

me of my roof for the night.

Here that'll warm you.

Now that's something different.

My own recipe.

So why did the Ravoux

girl get the hump'!

Cause I said that maybe

Vincent got the gun from them.

No, no old Ravoux

sold his gun lo Rene.

Everyone knows that.

He wanted it for a

stupid cowboy costume.

He was running around

waving it in people's faces

pretending he was

in the Wild West.

Good customers, but bad sorts

especially the younger one.

Vincent was being gentlemanly

towards the girls,

and Rene barges in, "Girls,

don't Be bothering with him.

"He cutoff his dick

as well as his ear."

And, his ear.

Let's go.

These ones are mine.

Gaston, come on.

I'd have smacked the

run! If he said that to me.

So why didn't you then?

It wasn't my business.

It wasn't my fight.

So why didn't you

make it your fight?

If I said what I

wanted to every lad,

I'd have no customers.

Won't you just.

I could've used that.

You could've said

something to the boys.

Couldn't you see they

were bullying him?

I told you Vincent

was hanging around them.

If he didn't want to be

there, he could've stood up

and left.

Maybe he was there because

Rene always picked up the tab.

Or, he just felt lonely and

liked being around young people

who were enjoying themselves.

How is it my business?

No, you've had enough.

Very friendly oi

you, turning your hack

just like with Vincent.

What did you do for him?

I don't hear you

telling me that.

Were you such a great friend?

I never said I was.

There you go.

Thank you.

Hiya.

Who's he?

Who's he think he is?

Probably some bloody gypsy.

Seem like

a Nancy boy in that jacket.

Who's he looking at?

Head down, regular circus.

Look who else is coming in.

Where?

Behind you.

Let's have some fun then.

Are you coming?

You are an idiot Sean.

Who gave birth to that?

Watch me nanny boy's coming.

What's he want then?

. Hey Nancy boy.

Maybe he wants to join me.

My head.

I didn't do that.

No, it were me

that landed a punch.

I don't remember.

I think I was drunk.

Oh you think.

If I caused any damage-

- You damaged the pride of

a couple of local laughs

that's all.

I hear you were

defending the honor

of our village idiot.

Yeah I think they

were picking on him.

Well they paid their dues.

But, you didn't

need to start on me

when I arrived to

restore the peace.

I'm sorry.

You're the lad that was

asking about the Dutch guy

that shot himself.

Yeah he's a friend of my dad's.

You know my dad's a postmaster.

Strange company

for a respectable man

like a postmaster to keep.

Not really.

Vincent generated more

letters than a town,

so it was sort of a

business relationship.

So what business

do you have here'!

I have an appointment

with Dr. Gachet

to talk about Vincent.

I had me eye on him

right from the start.

Don't worry it'll be all right.

I'll have a little look around.

So when I come in on

Monday morning to hear

he'd shot himself,

I'm not surprised.

You're here.

How is Mr. Vincent, any better?

But, he told me

what I wanted to know.

It's a bad do,

all this you know.

That he tried to kill himself

and not to let anyone

else gel the blame.

Like I'd blame anyone

else for his crime.

I think we should

leave the man in peace.

Even caused me trouble

after he were dead.

Dr. Mazery kept pestering

me to file his report

even though he knew I

already had Gachefs.

Who's Dr. Maury'?

Dr. Malay?

' Yes?

I would never send

a report normally.

I mean this was Gachefs case.

Then I read that the

patient died two days later

in his room.

So I felt that I

should for the record.

I asked the patient

how it happened?

He said he had shot himself.

But, I knew he hadn't.

I could tell by his wound.

With suicides, people

shoot themselves

in the head.

Either in the temple

or through the mouth.

If not, then through the heart,

but not through the stomach.

I was suspicious.

The bullet wound,

look, stand up.

Stand up.

Come on, let me show you.

There you are back and forth.

That's it, now back like that.

Now you're down there like that,

and now look.

You see there.

You see that's too low an angle.

For what?

He would've had to

have fired the gun

with his outstretched toe.

Go on you outstretch your toe.

Just stretch your toe out.

You see.

And, in any case if you fire

a bullet point blank range,

it'll go through the body.

Not always, but in

all probability.

So if it didn't go

through, then the gun

must've been further back.

Like there, bang!

You see?

I see.

Most likely he was shot.

If it isn't the

Provence pugilist.

Should I be scared?

I thought you didn't

go in for village gossip.

I don't.

That's why one employs servants.

They get it for you.

Did you also hear

that your friendly local

gendarme put me

up for the night?

So now you're up here

contemplating your future.

No actually I was

thinking how come you lied

if you've got nothing to hide?

What makes you

think I have and duty

to tell you the truth.

Maybe I just thought my life

was none of your business.

I wasn't asking about your life.

I was asking about

Vincent's death.

You thought that his death

and my life were linked?

Yes, bull don't

think that anymore.

The truth is I'm not important.

He wasn't some

lovelorn teenager.

I know.

Did you know he was a genius?

No, I can't Say that I did.

Well I did.

It's not finished yet.

Alright, I'll see it later.

Thank you.

Finished?

He's still working.

And, so did my father.

All his life he has tried

so hard to be an artist.

And, then this gruff awkward

man without any proper training

who'd only been painting a

few years comes barging in

and rushes off in a couple

of hours what poor father

couldn't dream of

painting in two lifetimes.

My dad would lock himself

away and copy them for hours.

Father told me I was

distracting Vincent

from important work.

Asked if I really

wanted to be responsible

for preventing masterpieces

from being born?

And, of course I didn't.

So I started lo not

be in or not he well

when Vincent called.

Soon after that,

they had an argument,

a terrible row.

It wasn't about me,

but maybe my withdrawal

had soured things.

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