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people with prices on their heads,

people who hang themselves

the next morning

or leave for Peru.

You can take the bed.

I'll sleep on the sofa. I'm used to it.

No, no, I'Il...

I'll just stay where I am.

If I may only sit here, that's all.

Just as you like.

Better take off your coat.

It's quite wet.

Your hat, too.

Now your shoes.

Take off your stockings.

I'll get you a pair of woolen ones.

In critical times,

have an eye for comfort.

That's an old soldier's maxim.

Hello?

Oh, oh, yes, Veber.

I'll be there at once.

I've got to go out.

It's all right. You can stay here.

Can't I go with you?

No, no, impossible.

You stay here and take whatever you need.

Oh, here.

You'll find pajamas

in the bottom drawer.

Thank you.

Please, may I keep the light on?

I wasn't going to turn it off.

I know that feeling.

Lucien.

Where is my Lucien?

How is she?

Pulse, 100.

Pressure, 110 over 80.

Pulse is weak and thready, 140.

Pressure, 70 over 40.

I can't get her pressure.

Is she gone?

Yes.

You did all you could, Ravic.

We can't win against quacks.

Love,

your magic spell is everywhere.

The bracelet on her ankle read,

"Always, Lucien."

Where is Lucien now?

21 years old, Veber.

21 years old.

The dignity of man,

the beauty of woman,

the innocence and subtlety of love,

a quack in a dirty cellar,

then this.

By now you should be tough.

One is never tough,

but one can get used to a lot of things.

That's what I mean.

But with some things, never.

Good night, Colonel.

Drive on.

Hello, hello!

Hello, Boris.

Eh, busy again

with scientific murder, eh?

Is idiotic, a doctor of your ability

not allowed to work everywhere,

but must hide out as ghost surgeon.

I'm not alone.

The Nazis saw to that.

Colonel.

A racing car.

You don't laugh?

But, Colonel, it was a good joke.

Or wasn't it?

Very good.

But racing car was, perhaps, even better.

Come on.

Mind your manners, Boris.

You know, he might

complain to your boss.

Oh, Captain Alidze?

He was lieutenant in the Tsar's Guard.

I was lieutenant-colonel.

He still remembers that, my boy.

You had better remember it, too,

you pickpocket of death without passport.

When are you going to be through?

Right after we have drink on the house.

Come along.

It's all right.

It's me,

the man who brought you here.

I think we can turn the light off now.

I thought you would be gone.

I'll go.

Never mind.

Wait.

We'll have some breakfast.

Here, drink your coffee.

You got a headache?

No.

Well, I have.

But it'll be gone in an hour.

Have a brioche.

I can't eat.

Well, drink your coffee

and have a cigarette.

That's a soldier's breakfast.

I think...

What do you think?

I think I should be going.

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