Loving Vincent Page #3

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I met him at the funeral.

There were just a few

artists from Paris and him.

I could've thought he

was Vincent's brother.

He was the one who

made the speech,

and he cried all

the way through it.

And, an hour later he was

running around taking Vincent's

best paintings off the

wall as if they were his.

And, they were, his fee,

for treating Vincent.

It seemed odd that the doctor

had Theo's full confidence.

I understand he's still

close to the Van Gogh family.

Maybe you should ask

him why Vincent did it.

It's my father who

wanted to know why.

I just wanted to deliver

this letter for him.

The Van Gogh's are

only ghosts in Paris now.

I'm afraid you're

going to have to take

this letter back to your

father with my condolences.

Dear Father,

looks like I'm continuing

my journey.

I need to find a new recipient

as unfortunately Theo

is dead.

There is this doctor who

I believe is the person

to entrust the letter lo.

So, I'm going to Auvers.

Make some excuse to my boss.

Morning mam.

Yes.

I'm here

to see Dr. Gachel.

Really?

Do you happen to

have an appointment?

No.

I have a letter from

Vincent Van Gogh,

a friend of my

father's from home.

Do you now?

You know he's

actually passed away?

Yes.

The doctor's in Paris.

He won't be back till tomorrow.

I'll make sure the

doctor gets the letter.

I'd rather deliver it in person.

I want to ask the

doctor about Vincent.

Well I can tell you about him.

He was evil.

Is that a medical opinion?

I could tell at first glance

it would end in trouble.

He had these,

Hello?

Hello mam.

Bewildered eyes

in which there was

something insane, something

which you dare not look.

Just straight through at the

back in the garden actually.

Well nothing has been the

same since he came here.

I'll get you a message.

Tell me when it's convenient

for the doctor to see you

where are you in residence?

Where did Vincent reside?

Oh at the Ravoux Inn.

Well you can find me there.

No, you don't

Want to stay there.

It's a hole.

Doctor booked him

somewhere proper.

But, probably suited

him better in a hole.

Well still that's

where you can send word.

You're not gonna stir

things up again are you?

I've had quite enough

weeping over that nutcase

in this household.

.

You looking for something?

Looking for the owner.

Speaking to her.

You're the owner'?

Well my parents are, but

they're visiting me auntie,

so I guess for the next two

days I'm the proprietress.

That's a fine dress.

Suitable attire

for a proprietress.

I don't get lo

wear it that often

when my father's hers.

Always got errands for ma.

Well that's life.

Fancy something?

I won't say no to a hot coffee.

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