All language subtitles for A Dog of Flanders (1960)

A Dog Of Flanders

We sold oil milk today bastineers.

Four front fifty correct.
Fifty something's here

Ah, thank you sir. We pick up the
full cans in the morning. - Ja, ja, ja.

Nello.

Nello.

Nello.

Nello.

Are you deaf? I call and call.
- Look how fast he paints, grandfather.

And how pritty is too.
- Yeah, yeah, but I call you!

I did not hear you.
- Ah, then it is my fault.

I should have called
louder, much louder.

Let me see. Have you
something in your eye?

Ah. It could be paint.

Come. We must get the empty milk
cans back to our customers, huh?

Did you see how he mixed the colors
together? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If you expect your
dog to pull that load

all the way to the ferret louvre peddler

you better let him drink too.

Did I ask you for advice?

Come on, come on.

Will be taken on your feet?

I like them best
of all our customers.

Ah, they're good people, kind
people. - Not like old Dass mirrors.

He seems to hate everybody.
- Ah, well, don't think about it.

This is our best time of day.
When our card is empty.

Did you see the frame of bravo on top
put around the drawing I gave you?

A very fine frame. She
must love that cat very much.

You know, maybe if I made
a drawing for Dass mirrors

he would be more friendly too.

Now, now, Nello. No
more talk about drawing

Soon you will have more
important things to dream about.

I will... what? - Well, I have
some important friends in Antwerp.

It has already been arranged,

that you are going to
be an apprentice to him.

An apprentice?
- Yes. - To learn what?

Well, you are knowing good time.
Now don't worry, just trust me. Trust me.

What is that?

Grandfather, look! It's a dog.

He's not dead, grandfather. - And
a poor hot dog passed away to die.

Some people prove their belief in hell
by showing its torches to dumb animals.

Come my boy, as little
we can do the dog is dying.

Bbut we should try.

He needs help so badly.

yes but if we restore
him to health, what then?

I'll find food for him, I promise.

Nello we're too poor as it is
we can't provide food for ourselves.

But we can't just
leave him here to die.

Please grandfather.
- Vado, one moment now, gently.

Nello!
- Oh, hallo, Alois.

Hello, mr. Daas. (?)
- Hello my child.

Oh. - He's not dead. grandfather
and I found him in a ditch. - Hmm.

We're gonna make him well.
- And we're going to try anyway.

He looks so sick. Has he fainted?
- No, just hungry and beaten.

come boy we
better get him home

As soon as he gets well you can
play with him anytime you want. - Come.

Nello, get some water.

Now your baby's muzzled
it's the first thing to do.

Kindness of my brow gentile.

He's feeling cooler already.

Grandfather, may I
name him Patrasche?

Name him
what? - Patrasche.

Is that a name
for a dog? - Oh, yeah.

It is what Peter Paul
Reuben's named his dog.

Here, I'll show you.

He painted his dog Patrasche into
many of his greatest masterpieces.

Including the "Deposition",
which is in the cathedral.

When did you see the
pictures in the cathedral?

I haven't yet.
Except for the assumption.

It's in the choir and free
for anyone to look at.

To see the others cost a frank.

Don't you like the name Patrasche?

Oh, it's a fine name.

Btut, but...
- Patrasche. - Patrasche.

I'll have to practice, seeing it.

I only wanted to pet him. - Ah
but he doesn't know that yet.

Your dog doesn't yet know the
difference between kindness and cruelty.

But... - No, no but. Leave
him alone. Don't touch him.

Hello.

He tried to drink some
water. - That's wonderful.

I brought him a present.

Come in, and we
can give it to him.

Didn't learn to know
that you're his friend too.

See what eloy's brought for Patrasche.

That's going to be his name.

Patrasche?
It's a beautiful name.

That we save it for
him. Yeah. You see,

he can barely let water let alone
munch on a fine bone like this.

Well you can see that can't you?

Grandfather is right.
He's still very weak.

How beautiful he is.
Even when he's sick.

You see? The dog
is still afraid of us.

As far as he knows we're just
as cruel as his former master.

I wouldn't hurt him.
- Neither would I.

Now children, you both want the
dog to get well quickly, don't you?

Yes, grandfather.
- Well, then let him rest.

Why don't you walk
Alois back to her house.

By the time you come
back, dinner will be ready.

How he will you know
the bone was from me?

Oh, well I'll tell him. I'll
tell him Alois left it for you.

I'll tell him.

Good night,... ?
- Dood night, my dear.

Dog. There is something
you must learn right away.

If you're going to live here
with my grandson and myself...

you must learn this
is a house of love.

Small house
we're very poor.

But here we all share alike,
the good and the bad.

I promise you this lovely
bone will not be denied you.

Present from the little Alois.

But after it has added more
flavor to our common stew.

You agree?

You agree.

He will get swell, won't he?
- Of course, I'm sure of it.

Well it always
grows us. - Of course not.

He just has to get to
know and trust us.

Oh, guess what? I saw a real artist
today on the way home from Antwerp.

You never saw
anyone paint so quickly.

The map of paw heist paint
the windmill was very fast too.

The man I'm talking
about is an artist.

Aan artist, not a house painter.

He was painting a picture. A sea
of all the people on the road.

All the farmers
going to the kermis... ?

It was wonderful.

Then he picked some
colors up off the board and...

You really think
you've become an artist?

Hmm. I know I will.

Well I'd better be getting
home to the arbitrage. Bye.

Hans. Come home, soup is ready.

How if you could visit today?
- I helped my mom.

He's still too weak to eat it,
But I know he just loved it.

What? - Oh, Nello and his
grandfather found a sick dog today.

Alois took a bone
over to the animal.

Nello has named him Patrasche.
Isn't that a lovely name.

You waste time running after that heart

Don't leave your mother to
fix the supper all by herself.

Mama said I could go. - No
excuses she's too easy with you.

Now, go wash yourself.

Why did you speak
so sharply to her.

She did nothing wrong.
- You do something wrong.

Haven't you any regard
to her position here?

How do you think it looks
for the daughter of Dass

goge has to waste time
with that boy. - Oh, Hans.

Nello and Alois you've been playing.
- Time's come to discourage that.

Nello's a nice a very nice boy.

It's no sin that he
and his grandfather are poor.

Nor is it a sin for a father to
want the best for his daughter.

Are you forbidding
her to see Nello? - No,

but I am saying that you are to

encourage her to see less of him, and
more of the other boys in the village.

Those who have standing here.

And prosperous futures.

No, no your dog will
get his bone in due time.

The cooking's made
it much better

soften the marrow fo
him so he can munch on it.

Hello we thank you Lord

for all this food and
for all other blessings.

amen

Ah, the bone has put
much more flavoring.

Very good. Eat boy.

Grandfather, I'm not
very hungry tonight.

May I give the rest
of my stud Patrasche?

But, you need it yourself, boy.

I'm just not very hungry.

Here Patrasche, it's
for you. It's very good.

Please! How do you expect
to get well, if you don't eat?

How do I get him to eat?
-I told you before boy.

Leave him alone. He'll
eat when he's hungry.

Now come on back to the table

I've lost my appetite.

I'll eat half if you eat half.

Grandfather. Patrasche ate all his food.

He's in bite of it.

I gave him some water during the
night and he only growled a little bit.

Yeah, yeah, Hurry boy, hurry.

That's a good sign, isn't it?

on our way home from Antwerp today we
must keep our eye open for some firewood.

I saw a whole heap of dead
twigs by Dass Mulders land.

They're fine cuttings they'll be fine
for making charcoal to draw with.

Every day begins and
ends the same way here.

I talk of firewood to cook with,

you talks of charcoal to draw it.

I'll only use a little grandfather.

From Dass Mulders
land? Don't touch it.

He'll say it belongs to him
and add the price to our rent.

Come boy, eat your breakfast.

What about his breakfast?

If he didn't eat his supper
till the middle of the night,

he doesn't need any breakfast

Now, remember
what I told you, boy.

We'll share with the dog,

but he's not to deprive us
of what we actually need.

He can have his bone.

That will be his dinner
and his supper for today.

That'll be fine. May
I give it to him now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He didn't growl
at all that time.

I think he's really a nice
dog. - Time will tell. Time

... foreign mr. Van Bartal.
... Frau Van Bartal. (?)

I have a little something
for you this morning.

Nearly half a loaf.
Baked only yesterday.

Thank you frau
Van Bartal. (?)

Look grandfather.

Ah, I've always said
you should start a bakery.

Bake the finest bread around here.

You always know the
nicest things to say me, Dass.

Only to the nicest people
my frau Van Bartal

We'll run along here.
Late this morning.

Ah, goodbye
- Thank you.

Hi. I run some of your milk.

It's a nice day.

There's no hurry.
Let's rest a while. Just seat.

This rushing rushing
rushing it's no good.

You know, we should
make it a habit to rest a while

and take advantage
of all the things

that cost us nothing. Nothing
but the use of our eyes.

I do that. That's
what I do when I draw.

Ah, that's not what I mean.

Just look. Look at that the
beautiful fountain of crabber.

There for all to see.
There is the legend of Antwerp.

Iid I ever tell you the
legend of Antwerp?

The story.
- No, grandpa.

Well, in ancient times when this
land was occupied by the Romans...

a huge giant still destroyed
the whole city.

He stood right over
the river shelding.

And he demanded tribute
from every ship that passed.

The giant's name was Antigua...

and if any of the passing mariners
could not pay or would not pay

cut off their right hand
and threw it in the river.

That's how the city
got its name Antwerpen.

In flemish means
to throw a hand.

Then there was a very brave Roman
catholic, and he wanted to fight

and brabu cut off the hand of
the great giant threw it into the river.

You see hello look?
See the hand is gone.

Now you stay right here so that I don't
have to look for you when I come back.

Where are you going?
- Never you mind.

Iit's something very important.

You stay right there now.
Don't you move from that spot.

document here

Hello. I've come to see my friend
Herky Smith the master diamond cutter.

I am Jehan Daas.
- Yes.

We are old friends keys and I.
We were in the army together.

And keys told me
that when my grandson

was two months
after his 12th birthday

that he would employ
him as an apprentice.

And today it's two months.

Boys already I can bring
him in just a moment.

I'm sorry but keith smith was
drowned in a boating accident.

Three weeks ago.

Drowned? He's dead?
I did not know this, I...

I'm sorry but
that's the way it is.

Ah, but what
about my grandson?

I can't do anything for him.

Uh but keys promised. He
said, that he if I brought him here,

he would mak
him an apprentice.

He can't keep
any promises now.

Ser, you don't
understand you see...

I have to get my
leg better it's getting

worse all the time i can't
pull the milk up much longer.

And my boy is very
smart. He's artistic too.

You see, he draws all the time.

I can't do anything for you.

I have to make that clear.

But he's smarter than
any boy you have in there.

I know that. - We have no place
for any more apprentice diamond cutter.

Now please, don't
give me any trouble.

Who will take care of
him when I'm gone?

I agree with you.

No good. You think
you're an artist?

Not yet, but I intend to be.

Is it your desire,
or your mothers

who think her
angel faced as a boy

will replace rubens as
the demigod of Antwerp?

I have no mother.
- Too many dabblers...

Oh, huh.

Give your choice of my
sympathy or congratulations.

My emotions about the
value of mothers are mixed

I saw you painting a picture.

About two weeks ago.

It was in the field near
the farm of boston ears

I don't remember seeing you.
But do you remember the picture?

Well, I mostly remember
how fast you painted.

I'll hang a sign in my studio window.

Piet van Gelder the
fastest painter in Antwerp.

That'll get me business

I'm pleased to meet
you mr. van Gelder.

So, that's all you remember.

I paint with facility.

Look child.

You not only lack knowledge of
drawing. Your perspective is all wrong.

You scribble what you
see rather than what you feel.

And you still want
to become an artist?

I will be. I'm entering a picture in
the Christmas contest this year.

You and every other runny
nose who fences entrepreneurs.

Boy, I discourage
you for your own good.

To be an artist you must give
up everything but ones are.

Everything. Takes more strength
than most humans possess.

You're too frail
for it. - I'll grow up.

I'm very strong for my aid.
Even grandfather says so.

You shouldn't try to
draw such a big picture

on so small a scrap of paper.

It's not enough just to see.

You have to learn
to feel what you see.

Here, study that.
Learn something.

You made it look so easy.
Aand you did it so quickly.

Remember, it doesn't have
to be real as long as it's true.

What took you so long?

what do you mean? I only
took a moment to buy these.

And you just
stopped yelling at me.

She walks like a palace of god.

Who would have believed
that she could be a model.

I think she's beautiful

What is your
name? - Nello.

I love you, Nello.
You're a gentleman.

Not an ill-tempered devil like him.
- I have a right to be ill-tempered!

All he remembered was
how fast I paint. Come on.

Look grandfather. The red lines were
made by manor Piet van Gelder.

He talked to me. Do you remember
the artist that was in bastineer's field?

Yeah, yeah, we go now.
- Don't you even want to see?

No, I don't want to hear any
talk about painting of any kind.

No drawing. If you must
paint, paint something useful.

Ssomething we can sell.

I don't want to hear
any more about painting.

Well, come now.

No more.

Look grandfather.
Patrasche is waiting for us.

Don't rushing boy.
Easy enough, easy.

I won't hurt you
Patrasche. Honest.

Come on boy.

I only want to pet you.

You see? As I told you.

You must have patience.

You cannot rush
friendship with the dog.

May I give him this?

No. Just part of it. The rest is
your breakfast in the morning.

You can try. It's very good.
It was baked by Maraval von Tal.

Yyou'll like it.
Really you will.

He took a grandfather.
Did you see?

He took it right from my hend.

We'll be such good friends.

You have the rent?
- Oh, yes, bas Melder.

But, aren't you a day early?

I'm on my way to an
evening of cards with bas Corgis.

I thought I'd save myself the
trouble of an extra trip tomorrow.

You have a legal right to wait until
tomorrow to pay it... if you wish.

Oh, no bas Melder. Perhaps some
month you would give us an extra day.

When I happened
to be a little short.

When did you get the dog?

Oh, short time ago. We found
him on the road to Antwerp.

Somebody had beaten
him and left him to die.

Grandfather and I are
making him well, bas Melder.

What have you
decided about my offer?

No. I have not
changed my mind.

Here is your rent, sir.

It's a worthless piece. Bu
my wife wants a brass bed.

Five francs for it, let us.

No, I will not sell.

It is the last remnant
of my love and marriage.

I will not sell, never.
- Cash you can spend.

Sentiment will buy nothing.

I believe he'd steal
this bed if I die.

Every month he comes for the rent, how
much for the bed, how much for the bed?

This fine bed... all my souvenirs
will be yours someday, my boy.

Not much, but it's all I have.

Did I ever tell you how the
great general shook my hand...

and personally recommended that
I be promoted? - Yes, grandfather.

There we stood at horse,
being reviewed and I said...

I'd better tell
you some other time.

I'm much too tired
now. Much too tired.

Now, you know I'm your friend.

Here Patrasche, get out of
that. Come on we have to leave.

Nello, take him in the house.

He wants to help us,
grandfather. - Uh-huh

No, I've always been against
using a dog as a work animal.

You're not a horse,
if you think you are.

He does though.
He wants to help us. - Huh.

So be it dog. If you want
to share the work, all right.

Nello there's some straps unde
the bed. We'll see what he can do.

Are you going to help?
Are you really, ah?

I remember the day we found
him you said that he was a car dog.

Even so Patrasche. We
won't let you do all the work.

We'll help a little, won't we grandfather?

Aha, indeed we will.
Put that on over that side.

There we are. - He's so
happy to be working for us.

Here. Wait for this old man.

Nello! Nello!

Grandfather. What's the
matter? - Oh, it's my leg.

It's no good for
anything anymore.

You stay here today.
Patrasche and I can deliver the milk.

You know we can.

Here, I'll help you back
in the house. - No, no boy.

There's no time for that now.

You and Patrasche
you go along. Go along.

Ah, you forse rengiu!

I know all the places to sell milk.

And how do I know you
won't be stopping to play games?

Oh, I won't.

And besides, Patrasche and I will be able

to get your milk to Antwerp
much faster than ever before.

Well, I'll try you a few times.

You'd better sell all
my milk. Mark my words.

I'll make other arrangements.
- We'll sell all of it.

How long is your grandfather
being bad? - I don't think very long.

You won't be sorry
you trusted me.

Come on Patrasche.

How much boy?
- Wait a moment.

Can I help?
- No. 5 sunteams later,

and I gave you 4
ladles in the milk jug.

20 santeams, that's
for the months to be.

I swear boy. Here
you are. - Thank you.

Milk! Fresh milk!

Milk! Fresh milk!

coolr you... (?)
Your grandfather has changed.

Dass is all right, hmm? - His leg
is bothering him a little today.

That's all.
That'll be 30 sometims.

Danke quizzier.

Sit down Patrasche,
and wait for me. Good boy.

And now ladies and
gentlemen, if you follow me,

we'll go behind the transit
where the curtains will be drawn,

so you may view what is considered the
greatest masterpiece Reuben's ever painted.

You again.
- Yes, father.

And did you pay a frank as
those other people have done,

for the privilege
of viewing the painting?

No father. - Did
you have a frank today?

I have some
money from selling milk...

but it's not
mine to spend.

Aha. Then it is like all the
other times for you, isn't it?

Now, this painting was taken
from this cathedral in 1794.

and removed to Paris.

It was not recovered
until after the fall of Napoleon...

and it was reinstalled here in this
cathedral of unsaliva frau... in 1816.

Hey, get away from my
dog! Leave my dog alone!

This dog belongs to me.

He's mine!
Get away!

Pete. Root savage.

Hitting dogs and children. I ought
to beat your brains against this wall.

This dog is mine, I tell you.

He lies. It's my dog.

It's his. The dog is his.

Come on, said it.
- It's his. It's his.

I'll get him back. You'll see.

Well, putting on
this to deliver his milk.

Oh, dear. Come along.

Come on, let's
care about that.

Don't you worry. That sock
threw his dog away for dead.

The law wouldn't give it back to
him even if he could prove it was his.

Help yourself.

You, uh... you go to church
in the middle of the week?

Oh, I was at the cathedral
to see the Rubens again.

So far I've only seen "The assumption".
It cost a frank to see "The elevation".

Would it be all right
if I took this with me?

I'm sure.

So, you like Rubens, huh?

Oh, yes sir. Don't you?

Oh, yes, I die of envy each
time I see one of his paintings.

Sometimes think Guido Rainey
was right about him.

An italian painter, who's so envied the
way Reubens could paint human flesh

he declared the fellow
mixed blood with his colors.

Study the masters by all
means, but live in the present.

How beautiful this is.
But just like dust.

I thought most colors came
mixed in a tube or in a pan.

They do. I prefer to grind
my own just like Rubens.

And from his formula, too.

As a man who knew
about the chemistry of color.

That's why none of his paintings
ever cracked. Mine don't either, but...

that is where
the comparison ends.

What uh... kind of color
do you use, artist?

Oh, I make my own
too, sir. So far I only have one.

It's not really a
paint, but it's a color.

Yellowish, and I can make green
by adding a little charcoal dust.

I remember you made green
by mixing black and yellow,

that day I saw
you in the field.

What is this
color you use? - Iodine.

I haven't yet picked out what
to draw for the Christmas contest.

Hardly matters.

They've yet to select
a picture worth looking at.

With the judging committee
composed of nothing but politicians,

and a few of City art dealers.

What can you expect?
- She has an awfully long neck.

Hasn't she?

Is that a good drawing?

Well, I think I like it.

Could ask like good
cooking you can taste it,

but you should
never try to explain it

I know these are apples, but
they're not like any I've ever seen.

That Cezanne, one day will buy
me a villa in the south of France.

That is if I'm ever crazy enough
to prefer villa to that picture.

Cezanne? Is he famous?

As famous as Rubens?

Good luck, child. Don't you
know anything except Rubens?

How about the Bregels,
the van Dykes, huh?

Hieronimus Bosh

Rembrandt, Dura, Monet? Look
at it he's still alive, still painting.

Learn of others too. An artist does not
have to be dead, to teach you something.

And don't avoid the influence
of any who appeal to you,

just remember,
only blockheads copy.

Sorry I'm late.
- What took you so long?

Now don't tell me.
I remember.

How could I forget the young
men who said I was beautiful.

Nello, right?

What did you do, bite him?

You already cost me
half an hour of daylight.

Now get
your clothes off.

Pete. - It's all right, the
boy claims to be an artist.

He delivers milk,
but he also draws

and he's got one color iodine

He's got the face of a
Ruben's angel. You should paint him.

Have you all gone
mad with Rubens today?

I'm losing light
every minute, Corey.

See what I put up with?

You're justified in acting like a child.

But he's supposed to
be a full-grown man.

You want my advice?
Never get involved with a model.

She's ruined
my life. - Hah!

What um... what do you
try for in your drawings boy?

Well, mostly I just try
to draw what I see.

What a heartbreak you're in for,

when you finally learn
to see what you draw.

Just to know how to dra
is not to draw well, you know?

Any fool can
learn how to draw.

To be an artist, that's
quite a different thing.

Oh, that's the picture I saw
you painting in the field that day.

I know that picture
is smaller than yours,

but why does it seem
to be so much bigger?

I save your dog
from that hoodlum

I tend your wounds I talk
to you as if you were an equal

and all you do is insult me.

Get out of my studio you...
you... you milkman... you

you and that mongrel.
Both of you, aut. Come on.

Wait, wait. You have pen ink
and decent drawing paper?

No, maneuver van Gelder.

Here! Take that, and destroy yourself.

Go find out what you let
yourself in for, you little.

Get out of here!

Why are you so mean to him?
He's only a boy. - He's a monster.

Nello!

Don't mind him, Nello. - What did
I do? - You didn't do anything.

I didn't mean to
make him angry.

Listen to me, ange.l He
isn't really angry with you.

You see, his work isn't
going very well lately.

And he's much
more angry at himself,

than with you
or me or anyone.

Honest. That's why he
explodes once in a while.

Understand? Forgive him Nello.

Come and see us again soon.
- Thank you revolve on Gelder. (?)

The grubby little orphan kid
with a dying grandfather

living off God knows what.

Yet he has that
freshness of vision.

Seems to belong only to children,

who find all the world new
and bright and wonderful.

Can I move now?
- No. Stop talking.

Why? - Because
I'm not your mouth.

Can't prod if you're
moving it all the time.

My nose itches.
I have to scratch it.

Well, all right.
Hurry up, though.

Yeah, you could
never be an artist model.

Can't stay still for two minutes.
- I wouldn't be an artist, please.

Please, Aloise just hold still
while I finish your mail.

Can I talk now? - Yes,
but keep your head up.

Could I go to Antwerp
with you someday?

And what you sell, the
milk? - Anytime you want.

Tomorrow? - Mm-hm.
Keep your head up

Oh, that'll be wonderful.

I'll fix the lunch to take along.

And Nello... can we go with
the studio of this artist you know?

I don't know. - Why? - I
want to see how his wife poses.

Nello, did you see her?
Like that, I mean. - No!

Then how do you know
she goes around that way?

I didn't say she did.
- You did something.

I just said I saw miner van
Gelder's painting number.

Without a clothes on? - An artist
that doesn't mean a thing.

Huh. - It doesn't. A model is a
no more than a bowl of fruiter.

Why even rubens has
used his wife as a model.

Any number of times.
Now please, hold still.

I'm almost finished.

Come. Look, papa.
Nello draw my portrait.

You show very little
regard for your mother.

She said I can
come out to play.

Leaving her to do
the baking all by herself.

Get yourself home, Aloise. Go.

Help your mother.
- Yes, papa.

Nello, it's wonderful.

It's a lightness of Aloise.
I must admit that.

Here. Take this in payment.
I like it I know.

Oh no, boss Cogez. If you
like the drawing, you may have it.

I couldn't accept
any money for it.

I'm offering you a frank, boy!

You can have
the picture for nothing.

Thank you. - You're
welcome boss Cogez.

Grandfather. You
shouldn't be out of bed.

There's no law
says I can't get up.

You don't have
to cook or anything.

I'm taking care of you now.

Yes you are. And I'm
very grateful to you.

Hey let him go. He's my
dog. - He's my dog, and

I'm take him with me.
You lucky a law isn't on you. (?)

Help! Help!
Oh, Nello. Nello, boy.

That's the man who tried to
steal him from me and Antwerp.

Pap. That's Petrashe! What's
that man doing with Nello's dog?

Perhaps they've
sold him. - Sold him?

Nello wouldn't
never sold Petrashe.

Aloise,stay out of it.
It's none of your affair.

What you do with
Nello's dog? - He's my dog.

You steal Petrashe! You...

I swear to you
the dog is my property.

Lies, bass Cogez, lies!

Petrashe is no his.
- Quiet. Both of you.

And how do you prove that?
- Prove it? I know my own doubt.

Don't I? - Don't raise
your voice to me.

I'm known as bass here.
I'm the miller.

Begging your pardon, sir.
This dog pulled my cart.

I'm a hardware merchant,
sir. - You are a peddler.

I'm a peddler. Some months
ago, I took pity on my dog,

and let him lose from a
car to rest beside the road.

I went off to get
him a pan of water.

When I returned, was
gone, stolen from me. - Lies.

You remember how
grandfather and I found him.

I remember how terrible he
looked the day he brought him home.

So beaten, so sick. - You did that
over Patrasche. You didn't deserve him.

Left him by the road to die.
- You are men of experience, sir,

will you believe that lying
irching rather than me?

We'll unmuzzle the dog.

If you were the kind
master of this animal,

which you make
yourself out to be,

you have nothing
to fear from him.

I don't think all would
have much patience

with a man who
discarded his dumb beast,

left it to die. - I tell you
he wasn't left to die.

He was only in need of
water, when he left him.

Come back, Petrasche!

?

Go into the house, and stay there.

The man's dead. I'll
explain to the authorities.

Go. - Bass Cogez...
- Did you hear me?

I told you to
go home, and leave.

And don't come back, ever.

I'm forbidding Aloise
to see you anymore.

And don't come around here,
trying to see her. Understand!

Now just stay away from here!

um

Grandfather! What
are you doing?

Tomorrow you to take
these to Antwerp and sell them.

Sell them? - Yes, there's
a few more inside.

Sit down boy.

You are to take these things,

and put them in
the cart with the others.

But first we'll talk, huh?

You didn't finish your painting.

It wasn't worth finishing.

Iit's hard to work when
you're haven't good tools, huh?

I've been doing
some more thinking.

And I've come to a decision.

I don't know why you
want to become an artist.

To a man like me, it's a
very unreliable profession.

But I will no longer
try to discourage you.

You are to take these
things into Antwerp...

But, these
are yout... - Sh, sh, sh.

You are to take these things
to Antwerp and sell them.

And with the money
you are to buy

the necessary things for
you to become a good artist.

No grandfather, no!

Lsten to me, boy.

Soon you will be a man.

Perhaps sooner than you should.

But it will come, you will see.

And when you become a man, you
must learn what all men must learn.

There is a time for all things.

Time to be young,
time to grow up...

and a time to be old.

Now with this knowledge

we must also learn
how to enjoy things.

When to hold them close,

and when to let them go.

So come boy, let us pack up
these old friends of ours.

It's time they gave us
both some pleasure.

I'll take this one.

You've enough money there for
both of them more than enough.

I know but I'm
trying to save enough

robsee the Rubens
in the cathedral.

Danke sehr.

You stay here, Petrasche. I
may be gone for quite a long time.

Come on, Petrasche.

I've never seen so
much limburg cheese.

Enjoy it, grandfather.

Ah, your artist friend must be very
rich to give away so much cheese.

This will last a long time.

Have some Nello.

No, thank you, grandfather.
- Oh, try it you'll like it.

I can't get close
enough to taste it.

Let me see what you bought.

Good. Only one brush?

It's all I need.
They're very expensive.

So very little, huh?

No sir, no cheese.

Next thing you'll be wanting is
peacock's tongues and goose livers.

Huh? No cheese, no, no.

This is the most
important exhibit of the year.

I have to be sure that the two
paintings I submit are my best.

My very best. No sense
even considering this.

How about this landscape?

I like it. - Me too.
- I like all of them.

Help me, don't flatter me.

All right that's a possibility.

How about
this one? - I like it.

You like everything?
- I do not.

I like this one best of all.

That? That's so small,
nobody'd ever see it.

Small? Seems as
big as any of them.

Besides, I've never even finished it.

Remember I fussed and
fumed over this, Corey?

I used to yell at her,

"Damn you Corey, your
face is all wrong,"

"it doesn't make rhyme or reason".

It's always been
one of my favorites.

Why do you like it so much?

I can't explain
it. - Try.

Well, I know it's a mafravan Gelder,

but there's... - Just,
just just a minute.

Where'd you get the
idea she was my wife?

Isn't she?
- My wife?!

Any artist who
mary's models are fool.

Ruben's married his
model and he was no fool.

That has nothing...

Reuben's lived in a time where
when... this is 1900 and, and...

things... you know something?
You're very insolent!

I don't mean to be sir.

You're the one who's insolent.
Insolent insufferable conceited, and...

Oh get yourself another model.

I better go. - No, no,
you stay right here.

But I want...
- Don't worry, she'll be back.

She has a very good
thing here. And she knows it.

She'll be back, don't you worry.

You're still drawing? Why?

Because I like it.

Oh, yes. The children's
Christmas art contest.

What are you entering, sir?

I'm creating anything
good enough tanner.

Still paint with
iodine? - Yes, sir.

Let's see what happens
when you use paint.

Here.

You, you paint with knives?
- Sure. Knives, brushes,

fingernails. I'd use my
teeth if I thought it would help.

Naw, pick up some yellow...

and mix it with blue, and mix
it as you get on the canvas.

Go ahead. I'll
clean it up. Come on.

That's it,

Green. You know how to
make that green a bit grayer?

Add red, just a touch.

People think only artists,
composers, writers, poets

they think they're the
only creative ones.

Tthey're wrong!

A ditch digger is creative
when it digs a straighter ditch.

Now you take the yellow...

and the red...
to make an orange. See?

Now, you diminish
it by adding... blue...

and you get a
lovely sort of a gray.

Here, you draw.

A mother whose souls
dresses for an infant

is more creative than
any artist who's ever lived.

Is the man who made a
chair that's good to sit in, and...

find to look at only a
carpenter. Oh, he's an artist too.

Now you take yellow... this
yellow here, the yellow ochre

and add black.

Yeah smear it you butter
it onto the canvas.

Look! There's your eyeliner
and charcoal dust green, boy.

A mason with his
brick and stone

is more of an artist
than any sculptor

because his art has a purpose.

You can be creative without
trying to be a painter, boy.

You can save yourself
a lot of heartache...

just trying to decide
which one of your canvases

will determine your
reputation and your... income.

For the next few years.

I giveher five more minutes
to come back and apologize.

Want some paints, boy?

Help yourself.

Here, take that
painting knife along to.

Keep you from getting finicky.

Lovely face she has.

Will these be all right?

You better go home now, boy.

Someday you will be
struggling with a painting,

and you'll be
saying to yourself

better you should have
given me opium in these couples.

What's opium, ... Gelder? (?)

Go now.

Come on, Petrasche.

Thank you, sir.

She's likely to jump off a bridge.

I forgot my purse. - How
can you do this to me?

Don't you know I've been
worried to death about you? - Oh?

Did you hear what
I said? - I heard you.

You thought I might destroy myself,
and you don't want anyone even me...

to deprive you of that pleasure.

Don't say that,
corey. I love you.

I'm sorry.

This is the only one I'll enter.

Well now, is the artist
ready please for his model?

That's very pretty.

Only the colors are pretty.

It's a very bad drawing. - Well,
I wouldn't know about that.

It looks fine to me.

You know, it's cold today.
The sun feels good.

I'm gonna finish it this time.

Petrasche, get over by grandfather.

You two hold still.

That won't be a problem.

You hear music? I think
it comes from the mail.

Oh, it's Aloise's birthday.

Put your hands in
your lap like before.

But you've always gone
to Aloise's birthday parties,

why aren't you
at this one?

I... Ii wasn't invited

Not invited. Why not?

I don't see Aloise anymore.

Her father is forbidden.
- What did you do, boy?

I don't know.
And besides,

I wouldn't leave you to just
go to an old birthday party.

So, it doesn't matter. Now
you two hold very still.

Don't you make
me look too old, now.

Well, I don't know
what else to do.

I better stop before I spoil it

It's done, grandfather.

Make you look too old this time.

Wake up, grandfather.
Before you catch...

Grandfather, grandfather!

I'm very sorry about
your grandfather Nello.

Thank you, boss Mulder.

But as I'm sure he must have
taught you life goes on, eh?

About the rent.

When grandfather, well...
past mirrors and bostoners (?)

both of them had
made other arrangements

to sell their milk at the Antwerp.

So I heard. And the Fantals
are moving to Brussels, eh? (?)

Where do you intend
to get new customers?

Well, Petrashe and I stop
at new farms every day.

I'm sure we
can find some.

Well, I hope you're right.

But in the meantime,
I'm sure you understand...

that I can't afford to let you, or
anyone else live here for nothing.

I repend upon this rent for
what little income I receive. (?)

Now... I don't want anyone
to think that I... threw you out,

especially with the weather
turning so cold as it has.

In return for the brass
bed, I'll let you stay here

another month, even trade.

Boss Mulder, let me
show you something.

I am entering this in
the contest in Antwerp.

If I should win,
the prize is 200 francs.

I'm taking it to Antwerp tomorrow

And the winner is
announced on Christmas day.

But, what if you don't win?

Listen boy, I'm being
very fair with you.

Do you know
the law allows me

to take possession
of everything here?

Even the root for the fire.

A landlord denied
his rent can do that.

Now if I were a cruel
man, I could just order you

to leave and
simply take the bed.

At least I'm offering you
a month's free rent for it.

Please don't take it tonight.

Come get it in the
morning, when I'm away.

You stay here, Petrasche.

Put your name on it.

And you ate. (?)

Dass Meniere, as you
see I have a milk cart. (?)

And if you... - I send my milk
to Antwerp it's my brother-in-law.

He has a wagon.
- Yes, well thank you.

Veneer I have
a cart and my dog,

and I can get your
milk into the city

very early in the morning.
- I take it into town myself.

Try it Petrashe.
You may like it.

Please, it's all we got.

Grandfather must have done
something to make it taste better.

I should have paid more
attention to the way cooked cabbage.

But you must be patient.
Stay after tomorrow we'll be rich.

That's when they announced
the results of the contest.

Yeah. You must promise not to bark
when the judge awards me the prize.

You stay here, Petrasche.

Keep it on before you
freeze your head off.

Pardon, but is munir
van Gelder at home?

No, he is in Amsterdam.

Thank you munir.

If you please, I hope you'll understand.

I'm not asking for myself.
But might you be able

to spare a crust or
a bone for my dog?

Tomorrow, Petrasche. Tomorrow.

Things will be fine for us then.

Who announces the winne?

There is no announcement.

The winning drawing
is put on that easel.

WANTED
1 Cabun-Boy

4 SAILERS
1 ENGINEER

Wait for me.

Yeah. Yeah. What?

Yeah, okay.

Sir, the sign outside
says that you have a...

offering for a cabin boy. - Have
you ever been at sea before?

No, sir.
- Oh.

Pay 30 francs a month

and it shifts to Grace and Stern.

Sign out. Ship leaves tomorrow.

Be a board by six.

Sir, do they have
dogs on the boat?

Dogs?
- I have a dog.

Dutch.

Who is it?
- Nello.

Nello, where you
been? Come inside.

Where's your father? - He and
my mom went to bass Maldi's house.

Come in, it's freezing.

I took a present to
your house last night.

And again this morning.
I've been so worried about you.

I haven't anything
for you. - I don't care.

I made these myself.
They're mittens.

Aren't you going to open it?

Merry Christmas, Nello.
- Thank you, Aloise.

You, you love Patrasch?
- With all my heart.

Oh, I'll find him
a Christmas... - Wait.

Will you look
after him for me?

Would your father
let you do it?

I knew he would...
but I don't understand you.

Why? - I just can't take
care of him any longer.

Can't earn enough
for his food or...

Promise he won't go hungry.

Or have to sleep in the cold.
- Where are you going?

I don't know for sure... away.

Don't let him out,
Aloise. I love him.

Don't let him out.
Quick... (?)

That's Nello's dog.
- Oh mama, he's gone away.

He doesn't even
know where he's going.

But all he asked was I
look to Petrasche for him.

You won't say no
to that, will you papa?

Nello gave you his dog?
- He was crying when he left.

That's to become of him?
- Stop sobbing, child.

Where was he going?

He said he didn't
know, papa.

He said he couldn't earn
enough to feed Petrasche anymore.

I offer him food.
But he wouldn't eat any.

He just lies by the door.

He could freeze two
tests on a night like this.

He probably went
back to that hop.

I'll go and fetch him.

Oh papa, please, please do.
He needs help so badly.

I'll bring him back.
The boy won't starve.

Neither village dog.

Hold the dog.

Good evening.
- Oh, that's Nello's dog.

Uh I'm Pete van Gelder,
this is my wife ... Gelder. (?)

Please, come in.
- Thank you.

Good evening.

Uh, would you mind
calling the little milkman Nello.

I'm gonna take him
to Antwerp with me.

He's gonna be
my apprentice.

This didn't win that stupid
competition but it should have.

The boy's body was as big as his
talent he wouldn't fit into this room.

Where is he?
- We don't know, sir.

I was just about
to go search for him.

He left his dog at my
daughter and disappeared.

It's my intention to
offer him a home here.

Here? What could he learn here?

To be a miller.
To grind wheat.

Grind wheat? Oh no, sir.
He'll learn how to grind color.

But, first we better find him.

Where do you think he went?

I bet if we let Petrasche
out he could find him.

Then open the door
and let him out.

Do you really pose for artists?

Only my husband.

Petrasche, you want to find
Nello. It's very important.

You again, and on Christmas
night for shame boy.

Christmas night of all times.

Why aren't you at
home with your family?

I have no
family. - Oh.

I suppose you still
don't have a frank.

Sorry father. I only
wanted to see the painting.

I'm sorry.
- Wait a moment.

You want to see
this painting very much?

Of course. So be it. My
Christmas gift to you, son.

Petrasche.

Petrasche.

A Dog Of Flanders was filmed

entirely on location
in Holand and Belgium.

We wish to thank all the people
of those two countries,

whose kindness and
cooperation made this possible.

We further wish to express
our sincere gratitude to

Father Weleerwaarde Heer
Vanheirkom for permitting us

to use to film the interior of
the Catedral of Our Lady. Antwerp.

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