Loving Vincent Page #4

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So what brings you lo Auvers?

A friend of my father's

Vincent Van Gogh.

We just found out

he killed himself.

He stayed here.

I know.

Were you here when it happened?

It was so dreadful.

I sewed the tenants

dinner at seven.

And, he wasn't there.

He came later though.

But, something was very wrong.

Mr. Vincent?

Vincent, are you alright sir?

My father went after him.

Vincent?

What's happened Vincent?

Are you alright?

Oh my God!

What have you done?

I tried to kill myself.

And Dr.

Gachet was called.

He didn't even say

one word to Vincent.

The two of them just

looked at each other

like two angry wolves.

And, Vincent's lying on this bed

and a bulletin his belly.

He's crying out in pain

asking when someone

would remove it, and Dr.

Gachet, an ex military doctor,

I mean he should know

how to remove a bullet.

He does nothing!

He just decided the case

was hopeless and left.

The next morning rumors

about Vincent had spread

all over town.

And, at eight o'clock,

Gendarme Rigaumon

comes knocking.

What are you doing?

Can't you leave

the man in peace?

Can't you see he's not Well?

I'm just being thorough,

Mr. Ravoux, that's all.

Where's the gun?

No idea.

No idea.

My father sent him away.

He said Rigaumon

is the last person

a dying man should have to see.

Mr. Theo came in the

afternoon, and he comes in

yelling, "What happened?

"How?"

That was the terrible thing

is that no one really knew.

And, then, you know,

it was normal and calm.

And, you know I honestly thought.

It was all gonna lo he fine.

If only I could've

been one of them.

But, as the

night came, a fever in him

rose, and he was getting weaker.

And, about half past one,

Theo comes downstairs.

And, we all knew

that is was over,

and Vincent was dead.

What do you think happened?

Did you see it coming?

He was happy here.

I honestly thought He was.

You know Dr. Gachet tried to

gel him to say somewhere else?

But, no.

He liked our place.

No, you're going

to ruin your dress.

Well you're light.

You'll get messy.

Do you want a room?

It depends on the cost?

Come on you.

How much is the room?

It depends on the room.

Another foreigner.

He liked us, and we liked him.

He was a nice, quiet man.

Sure.

What you didn't like him?

It's not that I-

- He could do unusual things

because he was painting,

but otherwise he was normal.

Unusual how?

On his first day, I

remember because it was

a day like today.

This big storm broke, and

everyone's rushing for shelter.

And, I saw him.

He's just standing there

in the rain, in his suit.

And, I thought, you know,

must be first day excitement.

But, no he was always like that.

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