Van Gogh Page #4

As with Lakm?

Good idea.

Sing Lakm.

The pianist will accompany you.

Our friend has a lovely voice.

She'll sing Lakmfor us.

- Accompany her?

- Absolutely.

That was wonderful.

Remarkable voice.

It's hard to find a woman,

at least for me.

For everyone.

You're a wild man.

I'm shy, especially with women.

Meaning?

I don't dare.

- But I can also be bold.

- Really?

You never paint water?

No, I don't like to.

It's too fluid,

the reflections are tricky.

It's one thing, then another

Czanne can't paint the sea.

It looks like cardboard,

but people dote on it.

In a short time,

the gentlest of men

has become irritable and bitter.

There are constant fights.

Within a year

Sorry to tell you

My husband isn't

the Theo I once knew.

He's more like you.

The way he says you are.

- You don't love him?

- Are you mad?

I love him more than ever.

To see him like this

He tries to be cynical

He forces himself

He's sick, that must be it.

Something's going on.

But he won't tell me.

He always was fragile.

But, unlike me, never complains.

I can feel it

He's still considerate, but

You'd better

I feel like a stranger

He rejects me.

As for our child

He's worried

by the tiniest bruise

But he's also distant

At times, wholly absent

What's wrong?

Is it another woman?

Not his style

Don't say that

He told me of your sprees,

the three of you.

- Ages ago!

- I was forewarned.

All that's past.

Theo's faithful as can be.

I'm sure of it.

You don't see him that much.

One's faithful or not.

I don't agree.

But he feeds the whole family!

You, the baby, our mother,

one sister, and me.

- That's a lot of worries.

- Not you, Vincent. You work.

- If you say so.

- I do.

But he's wearing himself out.

I tell you, it can't go on.

Things must change.

Listen to me:

I don't want my brother's death

on my conscience.

He can't die for my smudges

that'll never be worth a cent.

No, I say that things will change.

I must do something.

Theo, you and the baby

can't go on this way.

What can you do?

What's he doing?

Don't worry.

He did it on the ferry with Mom.

Can he swim?

He did it all through our youth.

There

Pretty good.

He really upset Mom.

Come along

You'll catch cold

How smart of you!

You'll catch cold

Very clever!

I'll get in first.

Mrs Chevalier, my hat.

Thank you.

Thanks, Marguerite.

Hope to see you soon.

Thank you.

We spent a nice day, right kids?

Come back, I'll paint the baby.

- You'll be a monster.

- Come visit.

- Come to Paris soon.

- On a Sunday.

- Where is he?

- Gone. He always does that.

We can't abandon him.

Who said we will?

We never discuss things.

Don't bother to ask!

Now I've got to go refill it!

You could say thanks.

He gets on my nerves!

- Now you water the wine!

- So who taught me?

Shut up!

You did!

Hear how she talks to me?

So much laundry!

I told my husband

we need bigger vats!

He never listens!

I'm sick of it!

That's too much Sh*t!

Thank you.

It's musty in here.

I thought it might storm.

Not a breath of air.

Is the baby restless?

No, he didn't get much champagne.

You're being so nice.

Can't you always be this way?

It won't last.

You haven't had a real talk

with your brother for a year.

All last year

Never.

You were around.

Yes, I was.

But I was selfish.

I thought only of us.

That's all I ever do.

When Vincent starts to paint,

I sell other painters.

That's what destroys him.

You can't deny it:

his life's a disaster.

You're part of it.

Your life's a disaster, too.

You don't love me?

Of course I do.

If you don't understand that

I can't explain

You sling a lot of mud at me!

Why?

I don't know.

Let go of me.

Some water? It's cool.

Can I take it?

How will you paint?

No.

Wait!

The milk's boiling

You leaving?

I've got things to do.

Back later.

- You won't eat with us?

- No.

- I lost.

- Six and one, seven. Almost eight.

- Eight?

- Yes.

There No, a nine

A nine would be nice.

Five and four is nine!

Your turn.

Call it.

- What number?

- One.

Will you draw

the sand-merchant for him?

Mr Van Gogh will draw you

the sand-merchant.

- Come beside me.

- Go on.

Well?

It's nice.

Thanks, Mr Van Gogh.

Come along.

Look!

See the nice sand-merchant?

You're not kind.

- What's it for?

- What?

Kindness.

To get on with people

To live happily, have friends

- Some more?

- No.

Bread and butter?

I never eat mornings.

I was looking at this

She's like my mom in her youth.

You did it?

No, Gilbert did.

That's not like your other work.

More like paper for books.

Mom used to say one loves

only one person in life.

It's true:
Mom loved Dad,

Dad only loved her,

Coco only loves Dad.

- And you?

- I don't know yet.

And you?

You love no one.

Strange, my fire's lit!

Who lit it?

Did you?

So do it every day,

and bring me breakfast.

I'm not Gilbert!

Don't joke.

He had a fever last night.

How do you know?

Snooping again?

I never get to see you.

I should've brought my embroidery.

Garlic sausage. What a treat!

- Want some?

- No.

I needed a pick-me-up.

I enjoy a rest.

Mountain guides eat slowly,

in silence.

You don't need a rest.

You haven't started work.

- I'm all done.

- So paint me

- If Dad knew, he'd kill me.

- Him? No chance!

- You think everything's funny.

- No, I don't.

You've got strength.

Who, me? A real strongman

Your arms aren't very muscular.

A woman's shouldn't be.

Well, a little shape

Only Dad exercises in our family.

Glass of wine? C'mon.

Coming?

Good wine

from my brother's vineyard

We'll soon see.

If we don't drink too much!

- It's nice here.

- Yes.

You want another?

Seen my daughter?

Ah, doctor

I see it's a real party

Sort of

Can I have a shot?

Well, 'bye

- Can't I come with you to Paris?

- I was waiting

I'm left at home

alone like a little kid.

And me at Ravoux's,

staring at a grey wall?

So why live there?

The beginning of the day is cold

"Week" takes two e's.

There's also "w-e-a-k"

That's what I am with you two!

This is "w-e-e-k".

What's got into him?

Think he doesn't know?

You were gone all day.

It's not done!

Look at you!

- You'll get pregnant.

- How would you know?

I had a baby boy at your age.

Really? You never told us.

He joined the Commune in 1870.

We never saw him again.

When it was over,

the army moved into Paris.

He didn't come home.

They summoned me:

I saw his body laid out

with the others.

He was 15.

Poor you

- That's all past.

- No, nothing's ever past.

It's past

But Van Gogh may

not be a reliable man.

- I was behind you. Where'd you go?

- Had me a drink.

King size. Overdoing it again!

Damn fairy!

You could help me.

- Your folks out?

- Dunno where they are.

- It's paid.

- I owed you for one.

Go right ahead!

Want my wife too?

No. Your daughter maybe.

But she helps herself, like us.

- You're some level-crossing keeper.

- What?

The train nearly ran a man over.

Ran a man over?

In 20 years I never saw it happen.

I was going to tell you

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