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Speak.
Idrissa.
Quo vadis, Idrissa?
What?
- Where are you going?
- London.
What's there?
You know the way?
We'll talk later.
I must go, but I'll be back.
You can sleep on the couch.
Don't go out, don't open the door.
Understand?
Yes, Sir.
So there's no hope?
Miracles do happen.
Not in my neighbourhood.
Please don't tell the truth
to my husband.
Embellish it.
He's just a big child.
It's against the rules.
I beg you.
Tell him...
later.
The rules don't say when you must tell.
Alright.
I'll talk like a politician.
We'll begin the treatments next week.
Be brave.
I was too categorical.
There's always hope.
Doctor.
Come to see me later.
Yes, Dr Becker.
I didn't bring any food.
- How are you?
- Much better.
I almost got worried.
I'm away for a moment
and you start spending.
I got them cheap, they were on sale.
What am I saying?
I bought the most expensive ones.
Will you come home soon?
I'll take care of you.
I must stay, perhaps a long time.
The doctor will explain.
Let's talk about other things.
Thank God it's benign.
No danger then.
That's what the doctor said.
Evidently extremely benign.
Still, they won't let her home.
They want to be certain.
Care for another?
No, thanks.
On the house.
In that case, gladly.
I'll visit her tomorrow.
You remember the ward?
Thirteen, same as the room.
I'll go in the morning, too.
Sant!
Thank you.
Are you mad? You don't listen at all.
No wonder they put you on the ship.
Sorry.
If caught, you won't get to London
but back where you left from.
You want that?
No.
I need time to help you.
Central Police Station?
I believe I have
some information for you.
Are you hungry?
Did you eat anything?
Yes.
- Want some water?
- No.
I take a glass sometimes.
Does you good
and helps you to sleep.
I used to live a Bohemian life in Paris.
if we had a cause to celebrate.
You don't understand?
No, Sir.
Don't call me Sir.
We haven't been introduced.
My, my. A civilized family.
Father was a teacher.
Marcel Marx. Call me Marcel.
mon Gnral.
I'll step out, then we'll continue.
Into the bedroom.
Evening, Yvette.
I brought some food.
I'm not hungry.
A one-egg omelette nature
and a small red wine.
Right away, Mr. Marx.
Mind if I join you?
Domaine de Courbissac, 2005.
You live alone, Mr. Marx?
With my wife. Why?
She's in hospital?
Leave my wife alone and go.
What a temper.
Prefer to talk at the station?
On what grounds? My permit's fine.
As your tax declaration, I'm sure.
You misunderstand me.
I came as a friend, to warn you.
About what?
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