Livide

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Children missing.

Wanted.

Are you Lucie Klavel?

Do you smoke?

- No.

When I was at school,

I had a very strict teacher.

Every morning he checked our breath

and those of cigarette smoke,

was given automatically insufficient.

And today I am that teacher.

You have two different eye colors.

Unbelievable.

I've never seen before.

That's rare.

Do you know how that name? - Right.

- Heterochromia.

You know what they say?

- That it is a mistake in the coloring pigment is.

No, no, no ...

Not in medical terms.

Two different eye means that you

have two different souls.

Souls come in one eye

and depart from the other eye.

It's just a pigment discoloration.

That's all.

My name is Mrs. Wilson, though.

- I know.

But you can call me Catherine

if you want.

No, I prefer to call you Ms. Wilson.

- What you want, Mrs. Klavel.

Given the majority of our clients

is not able to

independently to the toilet to go,

I do not tell you that

she left the door open for you will not do.

The next man we will see,

does not take much care. Only a syringe.

He's quite labile and talkative.

Although, we are more than a quarter.

If we do not keep to a time limit

the schedule is completely through each other.

Take my bag.

It's too heavy for me.

Andre?

Andre, it's time for your injection.

Calm.

It's just me, see?

You do not want you that we

in the early morning visit, right?

Go ahead.

Is that my granddaughter?

- No.

You know they no longer

long been.

This is Lucy. A young girl I

will help the next 10 days.

A trainee.

- And then my granddaughter?

Say hello to Lucy, Andre.

- Hello, young lady.

Hello, Mr. Marchal.

No.

- No, no, no. Not that again.

Always the same behavior. He hates this.

- I can.

Have you ever done it before?

Not that you halfway through the needle breaks.

No, I can.

Okay.

Let's see what you can.

Everything is in order, Mr.. Marchal.

Not bad.

Tell my granddaughter,

that they agree to come to visit.

Her name is Matilda.

Tell her to me

must visit soon.

Shall we do. Now then -

It's not that we are bored,

Andre, but we must leave.

So, until tomorrow.

Until tomorrow, Mr.. Marchal.

Well, Maddy, what a gift

this time you have left for us?

No, wait here for me.

- Why?

So far have you stopped fine,

But you're not ready for this patient.

What is special about this patient?

- Wait here.

I will not be long gone. And please,

allows the radio. It eats the battery.

Curious and impatient.

Exactly as I like to see.

You have everything it takes

a nurse in order to be.

May I introduce you to Deborah Jessel.

Deborah Jessel was once a famous

and infamous dance instructor.

There were even students from Paris,

to be able to study under her.

But that was before the coma.

One where they have been in it.

You can also give a window open.

A breath of fresh air and sunshine?

That will do us good.

Even plants need to breathe, right?

Talk to her?

- Only about niemendalletjes.

She will not interrupt me in any case.

And it's cheaper than a psychiatrist.

Reading was one of her few pleasures.

Jessel is a true collector. Read you like?

Yes.

- Look up only one out.

Go ahead.

Does not matter. Choose only one.

I never know what to choose.

I know nothing about literature.

Come on, come at once.

Close your eyes and pick one.

One of the many places of residence

of a moth.

Anyway, with my study

I have almost no time to read.

Want to swap?

Why, she receives a transfusion?

- No idea. I am not a doctor.

She could use a manicure.

It would not even last long.

To her nails.

In her condition she is probably

not even aware how long her nails.

And her family then? They will not complain

that our task will not run?

Her family? The only family she has

a daughter.

She was born deaf.

I think she is long dead.

I'm pretty convinced.

There is no single definitive proof.

Could not be better for her home?

It was her last wish

at home to die.

If you have so much money,

that practically anticipates your ears

your wishes will be respected.

Deborah Jessel is terribly rich.

It is even said that she has a treasure.

A treasure?

Money, jewels, gold bars and such.

The location of the treasure is unknown,

As you can imagine.

Believe me. I have tried every door

with a lock and key

in this hole. No result.

And there is no chance that they still

will awaken from her coma?

The odds are just so big that I

a rich guy will meet

and will take me to

an exotic land far away from here.

No, so?

Close the curtains.

If we let them open, and there is a control,

we will get in trouble.

Whiners.

I despise the folks at

the medical services.

Well, sleep well, Deborah.

Not too much partying tonight. Okay?

I know it is not

the most accessible work

but for a first day,

You did quite well.

Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.

No thanks, Mrs. Klavel.

See you tomorrow. Same time. Same punishment.

- Good night. See you tomorrow.

Hey, Lucy!.

How is it?

I missed you.

- Mutual.

Understood?

William?

That hat suits you.

- Stop it.

Come on. Only because I smell like a fish,

does not mean you -

William!

You're not going anywhere until all fish

out of the way. Here.

Okay. Okay.

I am already at work.

- Good evening, Mr.. Kerrien.

She said good night.

- Good evening, Lucie.

Do not worry, this does not last too long.

- Here.

Then we grab a beer.

You must be exhausted after such

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