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which is only ideas can come to poor.

You were not just two months in jail?

Omwege theft of an old television set

from the garage of a policeman?

- Not that story again.

I was able geluist. And you know that too.

Go ahead. I must return to work.

Otherwise I get hits from my father.

But consider it, please.

Consider, okay?

Yes, my sweetheart.

Yes, we've come along this weekend.

Yes, I hang up.

Lucie is here and I must work.

I'll pass.

Lucie.

Lucie, I must work.

Do you "sweetheart" use?

Although my mother

only eight months dead.

Your mother is irreplaceable.

But Janice is a nice woman.

And what would mother of Janice like?

They will soon be with us.

- What?

I leave you alone, dear.

We'll talk about tomorrow.

I must work. 'm Already late.

Hello?

- Okay. But only what we really need.

Only Lesson, what we need for an ideal life.

You will not regret getting.

I hope so.

Well, sailor? Do you have enough next to your friend

gain to an old lady to scare?

Wrong guess. You are here only

because you have a driving license.

Okay, next point.

- Nothing next point. Enough points.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

We did better with the bike can go,

than in the scrapyard.

You know what? You both deserve

a little of this karma.

Hey, not a bad word about my treasure.

Okay? Just some startup problems.

Happy, happy, halloween,

Silver Shamrock ...

F*** you, ugly children!

See? I told you so.

He always starts eventually.

Wait, wait.

Park there.

We should play it safe.

From here we go on foot. Here.

Seriously? This is my pillow.

- Shut up.

Wait, William,

So I understand it all.

You expect us two hours

walk through the dark

dressed as members of the Ku Klux Klan?

Seriously?

What should we do with it, man?

The old woman the fright

of her life?

"You all right? Your money or your life".

What are we doing?

No.

- Are you done complaining? Here.

Come on.

Hopefully you're ready to

a pole to be run.

I'm ready to get rich.

Soon, we will all

enjoy the good life.

Breakfast in bed and everything.

If you want breakfast in bed, you must

eight o'clock in the morning in the kitchen.

We are around thirty minutes to

walking. I can not go.

My shoes are soaked.

How long before we get there, Lucie?

Stop that whistling, William.

- Do not worry. Nobody hears us here.

Not that way.

You should know, or not?

They say that if you whistle at

Saints that evil you hear.

You hear too much in that bar.

What is she doing?

"Light attracts up to the Grim Reaper.

- That I hear often, indeed.

Sh*t.

Good. Here.

I'm pretty disappointed.

This is almost too easy.

No sound until we reach the door.

- Do not worry.

I can scroll through the door,

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