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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!

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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!

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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.

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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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