Van Gogh

- Taking them?

- No.

Dr. Gachet's place?

He only gets here

on the 7 p.m. train.

- Know a cheap boarding house?

- Ravoux's.

That's the only one.

You needed the next stop.

Ravoux's closer to Auvers.

- Glass of wine?

- I don't drink.

Wait! Don't go like that.

No suitcase?

I'll store all this and go with you.

- You're no talker.

- I am

- What are you doing in Auvers?

- Nothing.

That's restful.

You're in Auvers for the air.

I'm the railroad company agent

in Chaponval.

Whole family's on the railroad.

Trains rocked me to sleep as a baby.

Dad was a station-master.

I couldn't pass the test.

There's Ravoux's.

If there's a vacancy,

she'll take you.

- But it's simple.

- I'm not picky.

Buddy here needs a place.

3.50 francs room and board,

drinks extra.

- I don't drink.

- He lives off his rotgut.

Want to see the room?

Bread and wine

Here you are. Clean.

Fresh sheets once a week.

You make your own bed.

A big closet for your stuff.

- A view on the sea?

- Lean out, you see the beach.

Pretty port.

Auvers-sur-Oise is a charming town.

Vessenots St.

There's Dr. Gachet.

Tightwad took a cab!

A hansom went trotting along

Hippety-hop

A hansom went

- Taking it?

- It's fine.

- Going to Gachet's?

- Yes, where is it?

- Vessenots St. And the bags?

- I'll send for them tomorrow.

Still the right hand

Change your pedal

Hold it

There! Then it shifts

Right hand

There

Let up on the note softly

Very good, Marguerite.

You have talent.

Too bad you stopped.

I stopped when mother died.

I'll resume it.

- I hope so.

- Marguerite!

Play Lakmfor me.

I can't play Lakm.

Play Lakm, Marguerite.

You won't play it?

It makes me cry.

I had a monkey named Lakm.

And? It's gone?

Dad put it in a zoo,

said it was too dirty.

- Let the teacher play it.

- No.

Odd, to love a monkey.

- It was always on me.

- They stink.

I bathed her every morning.

Like a baby.

Let's go on.

We'll do staccatos.

- You're a bit late.

- I took the 3 o'clock train.

I mean late in the season.

The lilac's going to leaf.

Come in.

Sit down.

I expected you in my office

in Paris.

I don't see patients here.

I have a note from my brother.

I'm not set up here.

We'll manage

with what's at hand.

Undress.

- My drawers too?

- Keep them on.

Need a napkin, Dad?

Smells good. Stew?

- It's not for tonight.

- No, tomorrow.

Lie on the couch.

Sit on the table.

Stare at me.

Describe your fits.

Well?

They vary.

- Recall the strongest?

- The last one.

- How long ago?

- Nearly 3 months.

Time of day?

At night. 2 or 3 a.m.

I'd just fallen asleep.

- How long ago?

- Half an hour.

I woke with a raging headache.

Where?

There. I'd never felt such pain.

It lasted at least 20 minutes.

A cold compress helped a bit.

- Did it return?

- Not entirely.

Bearable. And now?

I have a steady dull ache.

Now and then it vanishes,

for a while.

No pain behind the eye?

Back of the neck?

Always on the side you showed me?

Yes, there.

I have others, like everyone,

but they're different.

How do you know?

Who's that guy?

I'm not kept informed.

A painter, I think.

That so?

Here for rest and treatment.

- Can't he rest here? We have room.

- Must I spell it out?

Great engraving. First printing.

See how the blacks stand out? Superb!

And the central figure

Remove him

and it's a routine picture.

But of course you know that!

It's by Meryon.

I'd like to have treated him.

He was really sick.

- Dad, I swiped some of your books.

- My son, Paul. "Coco" to us.

Do I inform your brother?

- What do I owe you?

- I'll settle it with him.

- He's not here. How much?

- 7 francs alright?

- Need lodgings?

- It's done.

- Where, if I may ask?

- The caf near the station.

Ravoux's? It's simple. How much?

- 3.50 francs.

- I understand.

Let's eat.

Your sister's late, as usual.

He's odd.

I showed him my Renoir

- What's for dinner?

- Rabbit.

- Where's the wine from?

- Vidal's.

It's not the greatest.

I was saying, he ignored my Renoir.

A doctor shouldn't always

discuss painting.

- He should think of other things.

- What?

You haven't eaten?

- I can serve you some soup.

- I'd like that.

Dinner here's at 7 p.m.

Sit on the other side,

it's quieter.

- You still here?

- I haven't budged.

I don't drink.

Your napkin ring.

It's the prettiest.

You don't dose it?

People think that means pouring wine

in the soup and stirring.

No, you save just a bit of broth,

and a good spoonful of wine.

That's how I do it.

It's called dosing in my Mom's town,

spiking in my Dad's.

Yet they're only 20 miles apart.

Dad calls a funnel a "fontel".

In my Mom's town it's a "tunner".

Where's your Mom from?

She's dead and buried.

Life's funny.

My brother's

first post was at Penglon,

near the grave site.

The big curve before the river.

There's a grade crossing.

The Clermont express roars by.

Every year

it runs over someone.

- No, don't.

- I thought you were asleep.

No, I needed some air.

- What'll I do with this?

- You'll see.

Got any soap?

Here's some.

It's easier to wash

at the pump in the yard.

Did you hear me?

I heard you.

I'm Adeline. I'm 13.

I'm Vincent.

- What're you writing?

- To my brother.

You write often?

May I read it?

Too bad

My grandson wants to chat

My grandson wants to talk to you.

I'd like you to do my portrait.

- What?

- I want you to paint me.

Go home, grandpa.

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