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gloomy day with patients.

All right, mother? All right.

- Pretty good. You?

Hi, Lucy.

- We go down there. Okay?

All right, Yohan?

- Hey, man.

How are you, Lucie. Good?

So now you must come with the clown

which smells of sardines

in order to afflict me.

- That's right, Ben.

Justify that fifty dollars that my mother

you pay every month

and bring us two beers.

- I'll see what I can do.

The only way to get through a tough day.

- Yes, I know.

And, tell us about your first day.

It was. The sister that I had to train

was a bit strict occasionally

but otherwise it went smoothly.

- And the patients?

Most patients do not talk.

- Hort is indeed just a nightmare.

Besides, you can still remember that scary house,

near the marsh

go to Carantec?

- Are you kidding? Of course.

My mother had forbidden me to it

ever hang around.

But Ben and I went anyway,

to see if we were brave enough.

Why? Were you there today?

- Maybe.

Two beers.

- Has a maximum time.

What are you doing tonight?

- Something without you.

Hey, Ben!

- Yes, I'm coming.

Can not get another two-second pause.

- Well, go.

Cheers.

Seriously, are you there?

What is it? Nothing else?

- Only an old lady.

No, and she is seriously old.

Practically on the hundred.

She's still alive,

but she can not move.

Lucy, my excuse that I have to say,

but your story is not particularly exciting.

Because it is not over.

So, not only is she in a coma,

but she also appears to be rich.

My teacher says that somewhere even

a treasure hidden in the house has.

A treasure? What's in it?

- She has no clue.

She is still searching for.

- What if we find him first?

Just a window strike. That's all.

- What? Are you crazy?

Since when you rob old ladies?

- What are you talking about?

Can you smell that?

The desire for a better life.

Or not? Or do you?

- Hello? Do I know you do?

Am I not enough?

What is going on?

What are you talking about?

I am 22 years old and I have the same

rough hands like my father.

Oh, I love the sea, very much.

But I do not die at sea.

Not as my father and his father before him.

I've got a choice.

And I choose not to die at sea.

I want to die on land.

Far away from here.

Take Ben once, for example. How long do you

even your mother's apron bows go down?

What are you talking about?

What is this?

I'm out of here. I see you guys.

- Lucie. Come on.

Hey, Lucie!

What is this? You're the one who always

your father's money problems yields. Do not you?

And since your mother died,

he must work a double shift every night.

Leave my mother out, please.

You're like a little child.

A villain, though perhaps too much honor,

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