Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The ultimate ginge.

- Wait a minute. - What?

Hold my hand, Doctor.

Before he killed himself.

Amy, get back. He's having some kind of fit.

- Is it a face? - Yes.

Away, all of you vultures! This is my daughter. Giselle.

One, I pay for my own drinks, thank you.

- Will you follow him? - Of course!

1890. Less than a year before...

But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all.

- You've never seen my work before. - Ah, yes.

No. Definitely not. This is the problem with the Impressionists -

- Absolutely. One of my favourites. - One of my favourite whats?

And when you leave - and everyone always leaves -

It's the best I could do.

Right. Amy, make Mr Van Gogh comfortable.

Though I still can't believe one of the Haystacks

You'll just have to draw something better.

Maybe not that soon.

This is a creature called the Krafayis.

And you'll be sure to tell me if you see any, you know, monsters.

I'm not sure about mad either.

"Come on! Capture my mystery!"

Damn. He's moved.

- This is risky. - Riskier than normal?

Any churchy plans? Are churches, chapels, religiousy stuff like that,

the wind swirling through the air

where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?

with no hope of praise or reward.

You know, sometimes winning - winning is no fun at all.

Far from casual. Seems to me you never talk about anything else.

Without a long speech, if poss. I'm in a hurry.