VINCENT: Where are we?
(The time flight is burning the posters off the Tardis.)
DOCTOR: Paris, 2010 AD. And this is the mighty Musée d'Orsay, home to many of the greatest paintings in history.
VINCENT: Oh, that's wonderful.
(Two lads walk past listening to a radio.)
DOCTOR: Ignore that. I've got something more important to show you.
(Background music is Chances by Athlete as they enter the Musée d'Orsay.)
SINGER: Take all your chances while you can. You never know when they'll pass you by. Like the sum the mathematician cannot solve. Like me trying my hardest to explain.
(And into the van Gogh exhibition.)
SINGER: It's all about your cries and kisses, and those first steps that I can't calculate.
DOCTOR: Doctor Black, we met a few days ago. I asked you about the church at Auvers.
BLACK: Oh, yes. Glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie.
DOCTOR: Yes. And today is another cracker if I may say so. But I just wondered, between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
BLACK: Well, big question, but to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
(Vincent bursts into tears.)
DOCTOR: Vincent. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is it too much?
VINCENT: No. They are tears of joy. Thank you, sir. Thank you.
(Vincent kisses Doctor Black on both cheeks and hugs him.)
BLACK: You're welcome. You're welcome.
VINCENT: Sorry about the beard.
(Black takes a few steps, stops, turn then mouths No.)