The dead mother Page #3
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- 2012
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-Well, actually it's a clinic.
-l know what it is.
-The director is a woman.
-lt's about a relative of mine.
l think we'll have
to bring him here.
l understand.
The director has left.
You could ring tomorrow.
Yeah, but l think l'll drop by.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Why don't you laugh?
l used to be funny.
Not anymore.
Hello, l'm a clown,
and you're a bad girl
because you won't laugh.
And that's why...
That's why l'm going to do
a dance for you now!
Here we go.
Wave your hands in front,
then wave them behind.
Like that?
She won't laugh.
Well, we'll have to try
something else then!
Now...
l'm going to be Superman!
Now l'm a flea man
and l'm going to ''prerform'' for you.
On the count of three,
l'll hop up here! That's one!
And now l'll go higher
at the count of two.
And now on the count of three,
that's it!
Truly ''emazing''!
And now l'm going
to jump head first
to make this girl laugh.
To make this girl laugh.
On the count of one...
On the count of two, and of...
Three!
We won't make any more noise
She won't laugh.
No matter!
Because now...
l'm going to find...
your tickles!
Here's the horn!
You smell so nice.
You smell of chocolate.
-Miss Armentia? A call for you.
-No, this isn't...
Susana.
-Victoria de Lecea Clinic?
-That's right.
-Let me speak to the director.
-She's busy just now...
lt'll just be a minute.
Tell her it's about
the painter's daughter.
Hello?
Yes, just a moment.
She's coming now.
Good morning. Who is this?
Who is that?
director of this...
Listen. We have the daughter
of the dead painter.
We want money.
-Did you hear?
-Perfectly, Miss...
What was your name?
Very funny. Look, Osana...
Osane, please.
Listen to me.
We'll ring tomorrow at 7.00.
ln the meantime,
think where to get the money.
What money?
We want 20 million.
Did you hear?
What about Leire?
How is she?
Fine.
Hi.
Who are you talking to?
What did you say?
Say hello for me.
Look, this isn't a joke.
You'll know for sure
by tomorrow.
l needn't warn you
not to tell anyone else.
Where do you expect me
to find the money?
You run that asylum, right?
You'll manage it.
-Did you want me?
-No, well, yes.
Just to say l might call
Mrs. Millas' house today.
-Keep me informed.
-Yes, l will, don't worry.
Mrs. Millas!
-You really like Truffaut?
-l like anything with guns.
Come on, let's go.
Leire?
My God!
The bastards!
Let's get out of here.
We could have gone in.
You saw the photos.
lt was a love story!
Sh*t!
Hang on, Leire.
l really got to pee...
Look.
Look at what l have.
You'll like this.
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