Vincent & Theo Page #5

Not me.

We'll drink something at home.

Do you know that seven

painters have made me a portrait?

Maybe you want to do me one.

Hello Hilda.

Mr Vincent Van Gogh.

Is my daughter at home?

Of course she is. Come in.

She'll love meeting you.

My brother told me

that you have many pictures.

Oh, yes!

Monet, Cessna... All them.

Where are they?

- The pictures? Not here.

In the safe.

Did you meet Cessna?

- Yes, I remember him.

- No, of course not.

You were just a child.

He's a good company.

- Yes.

He's a wonderful artist.

And I could help him...

before he becomes famous.

Helping people.

That's my job.

I am...

although it's bad that I say it...

a philanthropist

- Yes, that's it, Mr...

Mr. Van... Mr...

- Van Gogh

Vincent.

An identity problem.

I have one too.

I've never know who I am.

Gachet is a horrible name.

People can't pronounce it.

Gachet, Guichet, Gaucher...

cachet, clich.

I like huts.

- What?

I like huts.

Adam and Eve lived in one.

They should have lived in a house.

And maybe then they

wouldn't have lost the Paradise.

Maybe they shouldn't

have lived in a house.

Maybe they should

have lived outside...

sleeping out in the open,

under the stars.

Nonsense, Marguerite.

People need a shelter.

In the Paradise?

- Of course.

God made a lot of mistakes.

I like the stars.

The world is a bad picture.

He should have destroyed it.

The world is crazy.

Everybody knows it.

Although the nature is perfect.

Why bother to paint it?

I can live without God,

but not without painting.

It's no use telling it to her.

She can't paint.

No. She can't paint.

Hello, Hilda.

Hens.

And some ducks.

At last I could get him off to sleep.

This food looks delicious.

I'm starving.

Can you pass me the lamb?

- Ah, the lamb.

Do you want some lamb?

- No.

This is different from St. Remy,

isn't it, Vincent?

How much time was he there?

He was there a whole year.

Twelve months.

In a couple of weeks

he's completely healed.

Covered with paint...

working anytime...

What do you think?

Is he an ill man?

No, he isn't.

It's a healthy painter.

Do you think he can come to Paris?

- Of course.

He can survive

everywhere.

In El Cairo, Beirut, Macao...

Can you put me some wine?

This man is not sick.

He's an artist.

We are the sick ones.

The ones who are not artists.

Just people.

Working people,

boring people...

Just people.

Mr. Boussod... has it be

June our best month?

Because look at this.

June has been a good month.

Ah, yes.

- How do you explain it?

There was an exhibition.

- Whose?

- Grapelli's.

You must be satisfied with

the way I run the gallery.

It looks it goes fine.

In that case, I'm sure

you won't mind...

that I remind you

that I'm a married man...

and that I have a son.

My expenses have

increased a lot.

My salary hasn't increased

since I came here.

You have your commission.

- Yes, of course.

We've always said that

we couldn't afford...

an extravagant salary.

So they are 25.

I don't think extravagant

is the exact word.

I just want a decent wage...

for a 33 years old married man.

Are you only 33?

- Yes.

How old are you, Ren?

- I'll be 34.

Here there is some mistake.

- Oh, too much.

You have painted me twice.

Do you want to paint me naked?

I can't do that anymore.

You're too friendly.

With who?

- With Vincent.

That man is crazy.

He's incurable.

A hopeless case.

I don't want you to see him again.

You say that about

all the men I know.

Daughter, please.

Have you fed him?

- Yes, of course, but he doesn't want.

I can't live here anymore.

I'm tired of going up and down...

so many steps.

The baby is heavier everyday.

I'm not a beast of burden.

I've asked 3 times

for this apartment and...

I've told you 3 times.

It's too expensive.

Somebody's calling.

It must be Vincent.

I can't open.

I'm not dressed.

I'll open.

Vincent is here.

Yes, come in.

And be welcomed.

I'll fed the baby.

You fed your brother.

Give me that.

I'll see them later.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

We're talking about...

moving.

She wants to move.

The steps are too much.

Can you help me?

I'll be right back.

How is the baby?

Vincent is fine.

I don't have any

chance of living, have I?

Can you fill my pipe?

Vincent's friends:

I want to say

some goodbye words.

I knew him for a little time.

But I love him a lot.

He was so...

My daughter...

He was a part of the family.

He was an honest man

and a good artist.

He only have two

aims in his life:

Humanity and art.

And his art will live forever.

I can't urinate.

It's a series of rooms...

like a museum or a gallery.

A series of very

expensive rooms.

It's just a place

where people can come.

Where people can come

and see what he made.

To look at his pictures.

That's a gallery.

It's very full, don't you think?

It won't be any space

in those walls.

That's the way it should be.

Dinner is at 7 o'clock.

We should go now.

This it the most important...

This is the most important thing

in my life.

What are you doing here?

This is Vincent's room.

Vincent's and mine.

Out!

Take your baby and go to Holland.

What are you looking at?

- Nothing.

Vincent.

Where are you?

Help me.

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