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He's always out for trouble, that one.
That's for my father.
Right, that's amazing.
What's going on here then?
Was that young Armand I saw you fighting with?
Over crazy red, that painter guy he used to know.
He dropped that, sir.
Causing trouble again I see.
You dropped your letter outside.
It's not my letter.
It's to Theo Van Gogh.
That's Vincent's brother, isn't it?
Yeah, Vincent left it behind.
His old landlord Geno was having a clear out and found it.
So he gave it to my father
and father told me I have to deliver it.
Like it's my business.
My job is to bash metal into shape,
not Deliver letters.
Help yourself why don't you?
Well he doesn't need it, does he?
I don't see the point in delivering a dead man's letter.
Your father just wants to pay his respects.
What did that nobody ever do for us?
Making my family hated
when my old man refused to sign that petition.
To throw him out of the town...
And, that's well and good, he was mad.
He wasn't. He was an interesting man.
Things only got strange when that friend of his Gauguin cames.
Vincent was all enthusiastic for his yellow house
to become this hostel for painters.
And Gauguin would be the master.
Where's the chair'?
But when he finally came,
they quickly went from firm friends
to being at each other's throats.
No, no, no you can't Go.
不行 不行 不 你不能走
No, you can't got.
Calm down, Vincent.
- Beverly. - Hello Vincent.
- 盖比 - 你好 文森特
I brought you a gift.
Have you been fighting?
- Take good care of it. - Sweet.
- 好好收着吧 - 你真好
That's not how I remember him.
What happened, he is crying?
That nutcase has cut off his ear.
Your dad sewing it back on is he?
No, he's helping.
Well that figures one drunk and crazy helping another.
The trial's next week.
Did not think there were any left.
not after him losing.
- Oh they're back - Crawling back in.
- 他们会回来吗 - 爬也要爬回来
Evening gents, have you seen my son?
晚上好 两位 你们看到我儿子了吗
Ah Mr. Roulin, yes you'll find him inside.
鲁兰先生 看到了 他就在里面呢
He's meant to be on a train to Paris.
He don't look like he's planning on going anywhere right now.
We'll soon see about that.
The boy looks for it.
Why can't You just post it?
I did, the letter got returned as undeliverable.
我寄过 但被退回来了 说是无法投递
Well if your postal service can't find him,
what makes you think I can?
Just use your initiative son.
An important man like Mr. Theo Van Gogh ask around.
But, what do I say when I find him?
It's customary to start with I'm sorry for your loss.
Let's got You sobered up.
I can't go, it's too late.
You're to convey deepest condolences from myself, your mother, and your brother.
代我 你母亲 和你弟弟向他表示深切的悼念
Oh, and don't forget Little Marcel.
She was his friend too.
She was 10 months old.
Babes are like animals son.
They can know the heart of a man just by the size of 'em.
They're less fickle than grown-ups.
Just look at Ginoux,
He takes Vincent's money with a smile for a whole year
and then signs a petition condemning him.
Hey, mind you say that Geno had the letter for two years.
I don't want Mr. Theo thinking that we been sitting on it.
Tell him how Geno didn't even bother handing it over to me,
until he heard that Vincent had....
Why do you find that so hard to believe?
You saw what happened here.
He had a breakdown,it happens to people.
Life can even bring down the strong.
After the ear, nobody would even give him a chance.
Even kids were tormenting him.
Go on, get out of here!
We're the champions!
I call it weak letting kids chase him into the nuthouse.
And his neighbors, and the police,
and the mayor, and the whole town!
Against an ill man!
He even checked himself into Saint Remy to get better
He got discharged cured.
It doesn't mean he stayed cured, does it?
I feel absolutely calm and in a normal state.
This is what he writes me,
six weeks before he's dead.
How does a man go from being absolutely calm
to being suicidal in six weeks?
It's sad, I get that.
But, what good will delivering that letter do now?
They were very close.
Vincent would write his brother every day.
I know I'm the one who collected the letters.
If it were me, I'd want it.
If it was you, heavens forbid,
if you had died, and there was a letter out there
that you had sent to me, I'd want it.
Wouldn't you want it if it was me?
We could go to the Park.
Yeah, but it's probably still muddy.
I heard you were Vincent's paint supplier.
So I thought you might know Theo.
We need a drink I think.
He wasn't at the address we've got.
The guy there said you might know.
I'm afraid you'll never deliver that letter to Theo Van Gogh.
Well... how come?
that's what Vincent told me.
Maybe that was the case after all
because after Vincent died,
Theo went into sharp decline.
Can I get you something my love?
He'd been poorly before, but...
He had actually been with him a whole day at the end,
but Vincent insisted they use the time to discuss life
And, no suicide note either,
so it stayed a mystery.
And, Theo just keep asking why?
Six months after we buried Vincent,
Theo was dead loo.
Wow, the two of them.
So how did Vincent die?
in the fields above Auvers
doing what he loved painting to the end.
Do you know why?
Theo thought his unhappiness went right back to childhood.
He tried so hard to fit into his family.
But, he never succeeded in this.
Vincent told me he was the oldest,
but not the first.
There was another Vincent, a stillborn older brother.
He thought that boy was the perfect Vincent
that he could never measure up to in his mother's eyes.
He struggled to be what they wanted him to be.
He joined his uncle's art dealership
and was thrown out in disgrace.
He tried for his father's profession, the church,
but the pastor exams were too hard for him,
so he took a job as a lowly missionary.
He managed to get sacked even from that.
Yet another dead end.
But, Theo says he believes in him
and that if Vincent will fight for himself,
he will fight alongside him.
Vincent picks up a brush for the first time at 28,
and with Theo's support, there is no stopping him.
So what happened then?
He came here of course.
They all do. Everyone does.
Monet, Toulouse, Seingnac, Bernard, Manet,
莫奈 图卢兹 西涅克 伯纳德 马奈
because everything that happens in art happens here.
And, where do they all buy their paints?
Pare Tanguy's of course.
Waitress, a drink.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- 干杯 - 干杯
We'll see if it's pure.
We'll keep that, thank you.
Pure is purer.
We must be fine, to the buyer an ego.
like no other I grant you.
But, a weekend painter.
Look at him always drawing.
What is it you were saying on entry?
Let me finish it in a minute for him.
Oh I forgot you can't.
Oh, I...I'm just being help.
You're being vile.
Finally, the vile doth deny.
For many artists, Paris is a final destination.
but not for him.
It was a stopover to learn what he needed to learn,
and then he was off in search of his own path.
It was in his sleep.
It's the kindest thing.
I saw him once more after two years.
He was calmer, more assured.
- Bye. - Take good care.
- 再见 - 多保重
And, I thought this is a man whose story will end well.
His star finally rising, his revolution won.
So think how shocking it was
to be standing over Vincent's coffin just six weeks later.
For many he died a martyr for art,
but for me, it seems odd.
In only eight years, he had traveled from amateur
to an artist of influence, unbelievable.
Monet declared him the shining star of the Independent Artist's Fair.
And, he was cured according to his doctor,
who had looked after Vincent in Auvers.
I met him at the funeral.
There were just a few artists from Paris.
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
一小时后 他就冲到画室 把文森特最好的作品
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 too.
So, I'm going to Auvers.
Make some excuse to my boss.
- Morning mam. - Yes.
- 早上好 夫人 - 你好
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?
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.
Is that a medical opinion?
I could tell at first glance it would end in trouble.
- Hello? - Hello mam.
- 哪位 - 你好 夫人
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.
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.
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 to wear it that often when my father's hers.
Always got errands for ma.
I won't say no to a hot coffee.
So what brings you to Auvers?
A friend of my father's Vincent Van Gogh.
We just found out he killed himself.
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?
文森特先生 文森特 你没事吧
- My father went after him. - What happened?
- 我父亲立刻追了上去 - 发生什么事了
What's happened Vincent?
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... like two angry wolves.
And, Vincent's lying on this bed and a bullet in 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.
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?"
他一进门就不停的在吼着 怎么回事 怎么会这样
That was the terrible thing is that
no one really knew.
And, then, you know, it was normal and calm.
后来 他正常多了 也平静下来了
And, you know I honestly thought it was all gonna to 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 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?
He liked our place.
No, you're going to ruin your dress.
别 别跳了 别这样你的裙子会湿的
- Well you're light. - You'll get messy.
- 都成什么样了 - 衣服会搞脏的哦
- Hello - Do you want a room?
- 你好 - 你要住宿吗
It depends on the cost.
- Come on you. - How much is the room?
- 进来吧 - 你们这一间房要多少钱
It depends on the room.
and we liked him.
He was a nice, quiet man.
What you didn't like him?
He could do unusual things because he was painting, but...
otherwise he was normal.
On his first day, I remember because it was a day like today.
This big storm broke,
Vincent, Don't gat wet.
and everyone's rushing for shelter.
He's just standing there in the rain, in his suit.
他就站在外面画画 淋着雨 穿着西装
And, I thought, you know, must be first day excitement.
But, no he was always like that.
但 不是 他一直是那样的
Always painting day in, day out no matter what the weather.
画个不停 每天都这样 风雨无阻
I heard he was close to the doctor.
What Dr. Gachet?
No, I wouldn't have said that.
He kept rather to himself.
He was definitely close to his brother
judging by the amount of letters.
I know my dad was his postman.
I was wondering when he slept,
painting all day, writing these long letters,
always reading these fat hooks.
I guess you could say he was well organized.
Yeah, you could set your watch by him.
Painting from eight until five.
You'd think he was going off to a regular job.
Chaponval, the fields, the woods, the river.
夏彭瓦尔 麦田 森林 河边
He really liked the river.
Speak to the boatman,
- He'll tell you. - Watch your step.
- 他会告诉你的 - 注意脚下
Enjoy yourselves ladies.
Thank you so much. Bye
Armand Roulin friend of the late Vincent Van Gogh.
I heard he liked to hang around the river.
Yeah, he used to come down here.
Even before dawn to catch some special kind of light.
Now I don't know much about light catching,
but I know you can set your eyes on a lot of life down here if you catch my drift.
He didn't talk so much.
Mostly just sat around
watching, sometimes painting.
And, this one time it was just us,
me fishing, him painting.
Now it wasn't as peaceful as it sounds.
He made all sorts of noises while he painted
puffing like a steam engine.
it was all silent,
and he looked so happy that
This dirty crow was coming close.
He didn't seem to care that it ran off with his lunch.
And, I thought to myself how lonely is this guy
that even a thieving crow brightens up his day?
Later that summer, he would hang around these rich boys
who threw big boating parties.
They always came with girls,
unruly ones if you know what I mean?
Yeah we could do with a bit of money.
Vincent seems shy around them.
He never did have much luck with women.
And, then he comes here with the Gachet girl.
I saw her pretty in a porcelain sort of way.
我见过她 挺漂亮的 像个瓷娃娃一样
That's her, a real quiet type.
I've been working in this village
since before the Gachets moved here,
and I never got to speak a word with her.
Yet her and Vincent,
they were chatting in that way,
you know, like speaking to each other
was the most exciting thing ever.
All I could see was just your foot.
God knows what she saw in him.
Must've been twice her age,
and next to her, he looked like a tramp.
What, you think there was something going on?
They said they were here to paint,
but they took a boat, couples often do.
But, I will tell you this.
Vincent, he looked like he was all right.
Then he comes here with a girl who I reckon was out of his league,
and the next thing I hear he's killed himself.
Maybe you should talk to her.
I'm not sure their housekeeper would let me.
Spends her afternoons at the church.
She's some kind of warden there.
She certainly wards me off.
Here you must be thirsty.
Won't your dad mind?
He's not here to mind.
I'll tell you what I'll have this one if you let me buy one for you.
那这样吧 你让我回请一瓶 我就把这瓶喝了
I was wondering were Vincent and Marguerite friends?
The boatman said they were friendly.
that would explain why she takes flowers to his grave everyday.
Oh, and it might explain that big argument between him and the doctor.
More than one person saw Vincent leave the doctor's place
slamming the gale so hard it's a wonder it didn't come off its hinges.
But, the housekeeper, she was going round
saying that Dr. Gachel had stopped Vincent from seeing his daughter.
Dr. Gachel is crazy protective over his daughter.
He doesn't want her talking,
where are you going?
Oh glad to see you're honoring God,
not like your friend.
My father's friend.
You know Vincent actually did his ungodly act on a Sunday?
That's not the half of it.
I saw him that Day.
Somewhere I was on my way to church.
Laughing and joking with those Sacretain boys,
drinking they were laughing at God,
knowing what he was going to be doing on God's day.
When I think what he put the poor doctor through,
marching in with his brother like they were royally,
like it was his garden, like they were his guests.
Well his brother might have been dressed smart,
but it looked like he'd dropped down dead before he made it to table.
I could see the fever in his eyes
at first glance.
And, the great artist himself,
always skulking about,
just making messes in corners.
Oh well, mustn't keep our Lord waiting.
I wondered how long it would take you to come back.
He painted you didn't he?
So why are you here?
Where else would I be?
Sailing around the world,
chatting up a pretty girl.
Because I want to do something
I'm sure there's a lot you can do for him now that he's dead.
I heard you take flowers to his grave everyday.
Isn't that doing something for Vincent
even though he's dead?
I just do that out of respect.
He was a great artist, he liked flowers.
Still seems real nice of you.
You must've been friendly.
He was here to see father.
He was his doctor, and he became his friend.
It's hardly surprising, they were both artists.
They liked the same painters.
They understood each other.
When father invited Vincent's brother and their family for Sunday lunch,
Vincent joked about my father was the third brother.
So you were like one big family than?
He painted here sometimes.
It was part of the treatment my father recommended.
But, we didn't socialize.
So when you went to the river, that wasn't socializing?
- The river? - The boatman says you took a boat together,
- 游河? - 船夫说你们俩经常一起坐船
said it looked like you knew each other pretty well.
Well people think they see all sorts of things in this village.
Must've been some other girl.
Hold you I barely knew him.
It was father he was here for.
They were like minds.
They agreed on everything.
Ravoux girl said Vincent and Dr. Gachet argued.
My you really have been slumming it.
I don't care for village gossip.
She said people saw Vincent storming out of here
not long before his death, and your dad was running after him.
You think there was some argument with my father
and that's why Vincent is dead?
You think it's my father's fault do you?
I think it would be best if you leave now.
There's your cheese.
And how is your father, Adeline?
He's well, thank you.
Can I get you anything else?
No, I'm fine thank you.
不 够了 谢谢
Just busy enough not to have to speak to me?
Well if I did sit down for a drink,
I'd be wondering when you'd be getting up
and running off somewhere more important.
You actually gave me an idea.
The idea to confront Marguerite Gachet.
Oh so you ran off to be with the lady of the manor?
How did that work out for you?
She told me she didn't know Vincent.
Hadn't barely exchanged a few formal words with him.
I told you you can't believe a word the Gachets say.
I remember when Vincent moved in.
People were asking him if he was a relative of Gachet.
Maybe they were similar on the outside.
This is incredible.
They had the same red hair,
and that same sad look in his eyes.
I've never seen anything like it.
But, on the inside, they were chalk and cheese.
Vincent wasn't snobbish like Gachet.
He was really polite and kind.
Well hello, Jeuxmaine.
So what shall we draw tonight?
A chicken please.
I might be singing something.
- Skinny legs like you. - Floppy tail please.
- 两条小细腿 跟你一样 - 再画条软尾巴
Jomaine what are you doing out of bed?
- She's no trouble. - I don't want to.
- 她没有打扰到我 - 我不想上床
Come on off to bed with you.
She's no trouble.
I want my chicken back.
Marguerite said the brother came here.
I heard he came at Gachets invitation.
Vincent was always saying that they might come here.
Always checking if we had rooms at weekends,
but they never did come.
So did Vincent visit them ever?
No, you know he'd spend hours on hours
writing those letters to his brother
when he could've just hopped on a train.
Oh no, he did go once.
哦 对了 他确实去过一次
He said his brother's baby was ill.
But, I don't think the visit went that well.
The lea towels.
He said that canvasses were too expensive.
And so now he's only gonna paint on these old rags.
He painted some pretty flowers,
but I don't think my father was that pleased.
What has the brother got to do with lea towels?
I reckon they argued over money
because it was the brother that bought all Vincent's painting things.
I know because of the last letter Vincent sent.
The day before he killed himself.
When he handed it to me, he said it was urgent.
And, you know I asked if there was anything wrong.
And, he said he'd run out of paints
and he placed a big order for some more
'cause he had lots of paintings planned.
Don't you think that's odd
to place an order with his brother if money was an issue
between them and then to kill himself the next day?
It depends, you know, on how balanced he was.
All seemed fine with him.
I mean something must've happened pretty suddenly
for him to become unbalanced.
I don't know exactly what.
I'm sure it's got something to do with Gachet.
Do you remember his first day that I told you about?
This letter's from then.
No, I can't Read someone else's letter.
If it's open, it's all right.
My dad's posted me up some money.
I'll open a tab for you,
and you can settle up when your money arrives.
That's very good of you.
This is where he lived?
And, where he died.
Dear Theo and Jo,
it is really very beautiful here.
I feel I see the North all the better for my trip to the South.
Vincent, don't get wet.
I have settled down to some canvasses
which I hope will go some way to recovering the pasts of my stay.
Dr. Gachet is eccentric.
I don't Know how he thinks he can cure me
when he seems at least as sick as I am.
However, I still think that what I have is mostly a malady of the South,
and return here will be enough to dissipate the whole thing.
the days seem like...
The days seem like weeks to me.
I'll be glad is sometime from now you were to come here
one Sunday with your family.
Very hardy handshakes,
What the? Oy, come here!
这是怎么 嘿 别跑
I'm still waiting to see the doctor.
I could've just given the letter to the housekeeper or his daughter,
but something happened with Vincent in that house.
I want to ask the doctor about it.
I've decided to retrace the path that Vincent took with his easel that day.
because what I've been told doesn't add up.
And, strange things are happening to me too,
but don't worry, nothing that I can't handle.
People here are on edge about Vincent,
about what happened to him.
Everyone has a different story.
Tanguy, the paint supplier, said that Vincent shot himself in the fields,
so does the girl from the inn.
It seems a very long way for him
to have walked with a mortal would,
and I wonder if he wanted to kill himself,
why didn't He just pick up the gun and finish the job?
Did he change his mind?
Did he want to live after all?
No, I can see you.
It was you last night weren't it?
If you could tell me where to find a funny looking boy
with hair all over the place,
I want to ring his neck.
Oh that'll be my nephew.
I'm sorry. He's a bit simple.
Please don't pay him any mind.
He was following me yesterday and today.
他一直在跟踪我 昨天跟了 今天又跟
That's not like him.
Did you do something to him?
No, I'm just delivering a letter for a friend of mine,
The Painter fella, yeah foreigner, red fellow.
那个画家是吗 外国人 红头发的那个
That'll be it then.
That'll be what then?
Don't mind if I do.
Thatching is thirsty work.
On the day that the painter fellow was wounded,
we heard a shot coming from that barn.
And, now my nephew, he thinks it's haunted.
But, Vincent shot himself in the fields.
That's what some folks say.
But, I never met a person who actually saw him there.
The police looked for his stuff,
and they found nothing,
not the gun nor his painting stuff, nor his paintings.
没有枪 没有画笔 也没有画架
And, who'd steal that sort of thing?
So you think he shot himself
I'm not saying nothing.
We just heard a shot.
Well why didn't you go in and look?
It could've been anything,
kids shooting rats.
No, it were only the next day when I heard
that he'd been shot that I went and looked.
And, there was nothing.
Ii shot himself here, how come you didn't see his stuff?
That is the question.
It's not that he was in a state to move it himself,
and why would anyone else move it?
Oh afternoon, Mr. Roulin.
How nice of you to save me the trip to that place.
Doctor sent me to tell you he can see you tomorrow morning.
Slop in at any time.
Great, I was just thinking
what you said about Vincent laughing around and
drinking with those lads on the day of his death.
Well it was right here,
Scribbling and scrawling away he was as always.
So he must've already had the gun on him then?
Yeah, I guess he must have.
Well he might've had it amongst his paintings.
Wouldn't want to put it on display would he?
Where do you think he got it from?
Ravoux girl said Gachet was a military man.
Has a gun I guess.
You think he could've taken it from your place?
Not unless he put it hack after.
The doctor does have a gun in his study,
but I dust there every afternoon, It's never been elsewhere.
Anyway, everyone knows it was old Ravoux's gun.
He keeps it under the counter, little pistol.
And, it's not there anymore.
Well, see you tomorrow.
You were out early.
And, you've been quenching that thirst I suppose.
Today I heard mention of young lads Vincent would hang around with.
That would be the Sacretains, but you won't Find them here.
They would often joke around with Vincent especially Rene.
Rene could also take it a little far.
Poor Vincent, he nearly fainted.
But, then Rene would buy him a drink to apologize.
He was like that always picking up the tab,
always buying people drinks.
I was also told that Vincent got the gun from your place.
We don't even have a gun.
Gachets housekeeper told me you did.
Father used to own one once, but
he didn't reckon he'd need it here in Auvers, so he sold it.
Before Vincent was shot?
We didn't have it than,
and don't you go spreading that squawking hen's gossip.
This came for you.
It says that you've lost your job.
So you're not Good for credit.
Room for one more at your fire?
You look like you've had a day of it.
The Ravoux girl deprived me of my roof for the night.
Here that'll warm you.
Now that's something different.
So why did the Ravoux girl get the hump'!
Cause I said that maybe Vincent got the gun from them.
No, no old Ravoux sold his gun to Rene.
Everyone knows that.
He wanted it for a stupid cowboy costume.
He was running around waving it in people's faces
pretending he was in the Wild West.
Good customers, but bad sorts
especially the younger one.
Vincent was being gentlemanly towards the girls,
and Rene barges in, "Girls, don't Be bothering with him.
雷内插进来说 "姑娘们 你们别老烦人家
"He cutoff his dick as well as his ear."
These ones are mine.
Gaston, come on.
I'd have smacked the run! If he said that to me.
小畜生 他要敢这么对我说话 我早抽他了
So why didn't you then?
It wasn't my business.
It wasn't my fight.
So why didn't you make it your fight?
If I said what I wanted to every lad,
I'd have no customers.
I could've used that.
You could've said something to the boys.
Couldn't you see they were bullying him?
I told you Vincent was hanging around them.
If he didn't want to be there, he could've stood up and left.
Maybe he was there because Rene always picked up the tab.
Or, he just felt lonely and liked being around
young people who were enjoying themselves.
How is it my business?
No, you've had enough.
Very friendly of you,
turning your hack just like with Vincent.
What did you do for him? ha?
I don't hear you telling me that.
Were you such a great friend?
I never said I was.
Who's he think he is?
Probably some bloody gypsy.
Seem like a Nancy boy in that jacket.
Who's he looking at?
Head down, regular circus.
Look who else is coming in.
Let's have some fun then.
You are an idiot Sean.
Who gave birth to that?
Watch me nanny boy's coming.
What's he want then?
Maybe he wants to join me.
I didn't do that.
it were me that landed a punch.
I don't remember.
I think I was drunk.
If I caused any damage...
You damaged the pride of a couple of local laughs,that's all.
I hear you were defending the honor of our village idiot.
I think they were picking on him.
Well they paid their dues.
But, you didn't need to start on me
when I arrived to restore the peace.
You're the lad that was asking about the Dutch guy that shot himself.
Yeah he's a friend of my dad's.
You know my dad's a postmaster.
for a respectable man like a postmaster to keep.
Vincent generated more letters than a town,
so it was sort of a business relationship.
So what business do you have here'?
I have an appointment with Dr.Gachet
to talk about Vincent.
I had me eye on him right from the start.
Don't worry it'll be all right.
I'll have a little look around.
So when I come in on Monday morning to hear
he'd shot himself, I'm not surprised.
How is Mr. Vincent, any better?
But, he told me what I wanted to know.
It's a bad do, all this you know.
That he tried to kill himself
and not to let anyone else gel the blame.
Like I'd blame anyone else for his crime.
I think we should leave the man in peace.
Even caused me trouble after he were dead.
Dr. Mazery kept pestering me to file his report
even though he knew I already had Gachets.
Who's Dr. Mazery?
I would never send a report normally.
I mean this was Gachets case.
Then I read that the patient died two days later in his room.
So I felt that I should for the record.
I asked the patient how it happened?
He said he had shot himself.
But, I knew he hadn't.
I could tell by his wound.
With suicides, people shoot themselves in the head.
Either in the temple or through the mouth.
If not, then through the heart, but not through the stomach.
I was suspicious.
The bullet wound, look, stand up.
枪伤不会是 好 你站起来
Stand up. Come on, let me show you.
站起来 快点 我演示给你看
There you are back and forth.
That's it, now back like that.
Now you're down there like that, and now look.
再这样 弯腰 看到了吧
- You see there. - What?
- 你看到了吗 那里 - 什么
You see that's too low an angle.
He would've had to have fired the gun with his outstretched toe.
Go on you outstretch your toe.
Just stretch your toe out.
And, in any case if you fire a bullet point blank range,
it'll go through the body.
Not always, but in all probability.
So if it didn't go through,
then the gun must've been further back.
Most likely he was shot.
If it isn't the Provence pugilist.
Should I be scared?
I thought you didn't go in for village gossip.
I don't. That's why one employs servants.
They get it for you.
Did you also hear that your friendly local
gendarme put me up for the night?
So now you're up here contemplating your future.
No actually I was thinking how come you lied
if you've got nothing to hide?
What makes you think I have and duty to tell you the truth.
Maybe I just thought my life was none of your business.
I wasn't asking about your life.
I was asking about Vincent's death.
You thought that his death and my life were linked?
but I don't think that anymore.
He wasn't some lovelorn teenager.
Did you know he was a genius?
No, I can't Say that I did.
It's not finished yet.
Alright, I'll see it later.
And, so did my father.
All his life he has tried so hard to be an artist.
And, then this gruff awkward man
without any proper training
who'd only been painting a few years comes barging in and
rushes off in a couple of hours what poor father
couldn't dream of painting in two lifetimes.
My dad would lock himself away and copy them for hours.
Father told me I was distracting Vincent from important work.
Asked if I really wanted to be responsible for
preventing masterpieces from being born?
And, of course I didn't.
not be in or not he well when Vincent called.
文森特再找我 我就假装不在 或装不舒服
Soon after that, they had an argument,
It wasn't about me, but
maybe my withdrawal had soured things.
The next time my father saw him, he had a bullet in his belly.
Are you satisfied now?
You can blame my father.
You're not to blame.
You've not part in it.
He was shot by some boys.
Some boy named Rene Sacretain.
Rene's an idiot for sure, but he's not a murderer.
雷内是个蠢货 没错 但是他不会杀人
An idiot who drank,
who had a gun, who walked around all summer with it
他有枪 整个夏天都带着 到处去转悠
waving it in people's faces,
who bullied Vincent,
who was seen with Vincent on the day of his death,
and his stuff disappears.
He didn't disappear it himself, so
there must have been someone else.
So lonely Vincent resorts to hanging around
with drunken teenagers, and he gets shot.
Or, he shoots himself
in despair at his lonely life.
The result is the same.
Either way, instead
he could've been at our place painting
if I'd behaved differently,
if him and my father hadn't argued.
But, don't you care that some bastard may have gotten away with murder?
You want to know so much about his death,
but what do you know of his life?
good for something.
That's why I take flowers to his grave.
That's all I can do for him now.
He would appreciate the delicate beauty of their bloom
even each blade of their grassy stems.
No detail of life was too small
or too humble for him.
He appreciated and loved it all.
Let you out of jail did they?
On account of my winning personality.
It's like trying to out disgrace your friend Vincent.
You must be the young man who's been waiting to see me.
Son of the great Joseph Roulin,
giant of the South with Dostoevsky's soul.
That's what Vincent called your father.
He told me all about him.
Yes, and your mother,
whose lullaby could sooth even the souls of Icelandic fisherman.
Come now, Armand of the Roulin clan, take a seat,
来吧 鲁兰家的阿曼德公子 请坐
What'll you have, wine?
I had my fill last night.
I have just the recipe.
Louise, you know the one, chop-chop.
路易斯 就那个茶 快去拿吧
So young man, I hear you've been making
好了 小伙子 这两天我可是
something of a name for yourself these past two days.
Believe me that wasn't my intention.
I just wanted to deliver a letter.
From a dead man to a dead man I understand.
Yeah, well I didn't Know that when I set out.
A guy I met in Paris thought you might have
the address for Theo's widow.
Seems right the family should have the letter.
That's what my father reckons.
Your father sounds like a responsible man.
I have to look after the health of great artists.
They are not peaceful souls.
I understand because I am an artist too.
That is why they trust me.
And, Vincent trusted you too?
Does it matter now?
I was hoping you'd tell me.
Tell you what exactly?
Vincent wrote to my father six weeks before he died,
and he said he fell absolutely calm
and in a normal slate.
So I came here hoping you could explain
how he went from absolutely calm and in a normal state to suicidal.
But, I reckon I know the answer to that.
You're familiar with melancholia are you?
Sufferers can change from feeling life is
a wondrous joy to being stuck in a pit of despair within six hours.
So think what changes are possible within six weeks.
But, I don't reckon that's it.
Ravoux girl said he was happy here.
She's obviously qualified to make such a diagnosis.
She saw him everyday,
said he was calm and seemed normal.
Maybe he did seem that way,
maybe he was that way in the beginning.
Leaving the asylum had given him fresh hope.
He didn't want for much just his work from day to day.
- Find a little friendship. - It's good to meet you.
- 交一些朋友 - 很高兴见到你
I've heard so much about you.
All will be well.
And, did he find a little friendship?
He had it from me.
His friend Tanguy said his star was finally rising.
With each new canvass, he painted a shining star.
But, all of those stars were surrounded by unfathomable, empty loneliness.
You said he had your friendship and his brother's love.
I mean it seems like everything was all right.
Underneath he was deeply afraid of the future.
To the baby, yes.
Of his own and Theo's.
Time to meet you little boy.
I don't think he's responding to your medicine.
He knew that Theo had spent a small fortune on him.
The knowledge of this tore into Vincent.
Theo could've had a house like this
with all the money he'd spent on Vincent over the years.
But, instead what did he have for his new wife and baby'!
Rooms full of paintings that no one wanted to buy.
Vincent's biggest fear was that the burden of him
would bring down his brother.
So Vincent worried a little about money.
It's not like they were starving is it?
I don't reckon he committed suicide.
I reckon he was shot.
Have you been talking to Mazery?
You heard his tale of how the angle of the bullet was all wrong,
that nobody shoots themselves in the stomach?
What's to stop Vincent from doing something improbable?
I mean cutting a piece of your ear off and
making a present of it
to a whore is hardly probable now is it?
But, there was this lad Rene who had a gun,
who bullied Vincent and was seen with him on that day.
I was at Vincent's bedside on that day,
and he said he had shot himself
and told me not to blame anyone.
Not to blame anyone?
Doesn't that sound to you like he was trying to cover for someone?
He wanted to die I know that.
Why would he say there's no one to blame
unless he thought someone might be blamed?
He said that because there was someone,
to try and save Theo
because of something I'd said.
You see there was an argument, and I said
I said something to Vincent that as his doctor
- I should never have said. - Come back.
- 作为医生永远不该说的话 - 回来
- You know nothing abot art! - But, he'd made me so angry.
- 你根本不懂艺术 - 但那天我被气的不行了
- You know nothing about art! - He called me an artistic fraud.
- 你根本不懂艺术 - 他说我是个艺术骗子
And, you are lying especially to yourself.
In a way I am.
- You are an artistic fraud.
- I desperately wanted to be an artist,
but my father made me study medicine,
and I failed to stand up to him.
Vincent said I was living a lie
whilst he lived and struggled for the truth.
So I thought in the heat of our argument, okay Vincent
所以吵到到气头上 我就想 好啊 文森特
I'll give you your precious truth.
I knew that Theo was in the tertiary stages of syphilis,
any stress financial, emotional or physical
任何压力 经济上的 情绪上的 生理上的
I said to Vincent,
"What do you think the burden of worrying about you is doing to your brother?"
It's quite likely killing him.
That is the price of your truth,
the price of your path as an artist.
That stopped the argument dead.
Vincent come back!
I am sitting at his bedside, and he is dying.
The only words he said,
"Maybe it is better for everyone."
a letter for a letter.
Theo's widow is collecting all his letters.
She wants to publish them.
I'll make sure she gets that.
In reading through Vincent's letters to Theo,
she came across this one.
It moved her so much, she copied it out and sent it to me.
Why are you giving it to me?
It is from when he was starting out on his journey as an artist.
Take it for your journey.
Thank you Dr. Gachet.
Armand Roulin, good luck.
Who am I in the eyes of most people?
A nobody, a non entity, an unpleasant person.
Someone who has not,
any position in society.
In short, the lowest of the low.
even if that were all absolutely true,
I will have to show by my work
what this nobody,
has in his heart.
I looked for you at the bar.
Any luck on the job from?
Lieutenant Milliet says I should enlist.
Well I'm good at fighting, aren't I?
呃 我打架挺厉害的 是吧
Roulin's have always been that.
The trick is to know what you're fighting for.
Would you look at it?
There's a whole other world up there.
Something we get to gaze upon but don't fully understand.
It reminds me of him.
all that life snuffed out because of a stupid accident.
I'm still wondering why he would cover for those boys.
What I'm wondering is
if people will appreciate what he did.
You were looking for me?
This arrived from Holland this morning.
It's from Jo, Theo's widow.
It turns out Gachel did send the letter.
And, she was terribly touched by what you did.
She thought it only right that you should know what was in it,
so she copied it out for us.
she said something about--
Alright, give it here.
In the life of the painter,
death may perhaps not be the most difficult thing.
For myself, I declare I don't Know anything about it.
But, the sight of the stars always makes me dream.
Why I say to myself should those spots of light
in the firmament bet Inaccessible to us?
Maybe we can take death to go to a star
and to die peacefully of old age would be to go there on foot.
For the moment, I'm going to go to bed because it's late,
and I wish you goodnight and good luck
with a handshake,
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the stranger that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloddy rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps, they never will