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very important for me.

Yes, it must be something tricky. I don't

know if I'm the right man for that.

What did you... When we

met in the garden yesterday...

Who did you saw next to me?

- What do you mean how did I saw?

I saw a pheasant, but he got away.

- And no one else?

I mean, with who I was in that moment?

What do you mean with who? With no one.

My God, mister Lucio, what kind of

joke is this?

You know better than me, that

you were alone.

And you're certain that no one was near me?

- Near you?

Mister Lucio, are you asking me seriously,

or you're playing a joke on me?

Sorry...

Thank you. I'm sorry for

disturbing you.

You're going on a trip?

Yes, I am. If you have to know.

I still don't know where.

That's the best thing you can do at

this moment. When are you leaving?

Maybe tomorrow, maybe day after.

Sooner the better.

Tomorrow is Easter.

So what?

If he could only come one more time,

I would now...

Come who?

Nothing, nothing.

Doctor, please tell me.

Can our thoughts and our will be stronger

than the laws of the physical world?

What do you mean?

I mean if our body is just a temporary

wrapper of our being,

if it's truth that our thought and our

soul is omnipotent,

couldn't be truth that with the help

of some great will in us

we preserve from death something that

it's just its physical form?

You're asking me can our will take

our corporeality from death?

Yes, let's put it that way.

You know...

When someone has confronted with death

so many times like me in my practice,

then he barely has the reason to think

about will or immortality of human soul.

Death is very real and prosaic.

I have to go away, I have to go away...

- I'd like to be in touch with you.

Of course doctor, I'll write to you.

Thank you. Tell Janko to prepare carriage.

There's no need. Walking is good

for health.

Well... have a nice trip mister Lucio.

- Good night doctor.

Good night.

Jelena.

Where were you for so long?

- I'm here Lucio, I'm staying.

Put it in, put it out,

put it in, put it out...

I won't be preparing his suitcases anymore.

- I wonder what he's planing with this?

Then he will say that I didn't

put it right again.

Listen, go check if he unlocked

the door already.

He's still not going.

What did I tell you?

He locked himself yesterday.

He just peaked a little this morning to

tell us that we've been preparing in vain.

What is he doing in the salon whole night?

He's probably talking with himself again.

Go check, peak.

He's talking.

- It's not his first time.

Is he playing?

Janko, do you hear? He's playing?

- You imagined it.

Jesus and Mary!

Mister Lucio.

Mister Lucio! Open the door!

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