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MISSING CHILDREN

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 with cigarette smell, were automatically put to worse classes.

And now, I am the teacher.

You have two different eye colors. Unbelievable.

I've never seen it before. That's rare.

Do you know how it's called? - Heterochromia.

You know what they say? - That it is a mistake in the coloring pigment.

No, no, no ... Not in medical terms.

Two different eyes means that you have two different souls.

Souls that could enter through one eye and depart through another.

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 Mrs. Wilson. - Any way you want, Mrs. Klavel.

Given that majority of our patients is not able to walk...

...independently to the bathroom, I want to tell you that...

...they will not come to the door, either.

The man we will see, does not need much of care. Only a syringe.

He's quite talkative. Although, we have only 15 minuts.

If we do not keep to the time limit the schedule will be completely ruined.

Take my bag. It's too heavy for me.

Andre?

Andre, it's time for your injection.

Calm down. It's just me, see?

You do not want to be rescheduled for early morning visit, right?

Go ahead.

Is that my granddaughter? - No.

She is no longer with us.

This is Lucy. A young girl who is going to help me for the next 10 days.

A trainee. - And where's 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 do it.

Have you ever done it before? What if halfway through the needle breaks.

No, I can.

Okay. Let's see what you can do.

Everything is OK, Mr.. Marchal.

Not bad.

Tell my granddaughter to come for a visit.

Her name is Matilda.

Tell her that she must visit soon.

We will do.

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 you have done fine, but you're not ready for this patient, yet.

What is so special about this patient? - Wait here.

I will not be gone for a long time. And please, turn off the radio. It eats up the battery.

Curious and impatient. Exactly as I like it to see.

You have everything what it takes in order to be in-house caregiver.

May I introduce you to Deborah Jessel.

Deborah Jessel was once a famous and infamous dance instructor.

There were even students from Paris, to study under her.

But that was before the coma. Many years ago.

Open the window, please.

A breath of fresh air and sunshine?

That will do us good. Even plants need to breathe, right?

Did you ever talk to her? - Only about my small problems.

She will not interrupt me in any case.

And it's cheaper than a psychiatrist.

Reading was one of her few pleasures. Jessel was a true collector. Do you like to read?

Yes. - You can pick up one.

Go ahead. Does not matter. Choose one.

I never know what to choose. I know nothing about literature.

Come on. 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.

You want to swap?

Why, she receives a transfusion? - No idea. I am not a doctor.

She could use a manicure.

It would take long to cut those nails!

In her condition she is probably not even aware how long her nails are.

And her family then? They will not complain that we do not perform our tasks?

Her family? The only family she has is a daughter.

She was born deaf. I think she has died long before your parents met.

I'm pretty convinced. There is no single definitive proof.

Couldn't be better for her to stay at retirement home?

Her last wish was to die at home.

If you woul have so much money to burn

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, That's what rumour says.

Believe me. I have tried every door with a lock and keyhole.

No result.

Is there is a chance that she will awaken from her coma?

The odds are just as big as that I would meet a rich guy....

...who wolud take me to an exotic land far away from here.

So, there is no hope.

Close the curtains.

If we leave them open, and there is a control, we will get in trouble.

Whiners.

I despise that folks at the medical services.

Well, sleep well, Deborah.

Not too much partying tonight. Okay?

I know it's not the most accessible work...

...but for the first day, you did quite well.

Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.

No thank you, Mrs. Klavel.

See you tomorrow. Same time, same punishment. - Good night. See you tomorrow.

Hey, Lucy!.

How the life?

I missed you. - Me too.

All OK?

William?

That hat suits you. - Stop it.

Let's go. Only because I smell like a fish, doesn't mean that you...

William!

You're not going anywhere until all the fish is out of the way. Here.

Okay. Okay.

I am already working. - Good evening, Mr. Kerrien.

She said good evening. - Good evening, Lucie.

Do not worry, this will not take too long. - Here.

Then we grab a beer.

You must be exhausted after such gloomy day with the patients.

How's the things, mother? All right. You? - Pretty good.

Hi, Lucy. - Still standing. Okay?

All right, Yohan? - Hey, man.

How are you, Lucie. Good?

So now you must seat with the clown who smells of sardines...

...in order to afflict me. - That's right, Ben.

Justify that fifty euros that my mother pays you 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 me about your first day.

It was OK. The nurse that trained me was a bit strict occasionally...

...but otherwise it went smoothly. - And the patients?

Most patients do not talk at all. - It indeed sounds like a nightmare.

Besides, can you still remember that scary house, near the marsh...

...on the way to Carantec? - Are you kidding? Of course.

My mother had forbidden us to hang around there.

But Ben and I went there anyway, to see if we were brave enough.

Why? Were you there today? - Maybe.

Two beers. - It took you some time.

What are you doing tonight? - Something without you.

Hey, Ben! - Yes, I'm coming.

I can not get even two-second break. - Well, go.

Cheers.

Seriously, were you there?

What is it? - Only an old lady. - Nothing else?

No, and she is seriously old. Practically hundred years old.

She's still alive, but she can not move.

Lucy, sorry I have to say, but your story is not particularly exciting.

Because it is not over yet.

So, not only she is in a coma, but she also appears to be very rich.

The teacher said that a treasure could be hidden somewhere in the house.

A treasure? What kind of treasure? - She has no clue.

She is still searching for it. - What if we find it first?

Just to break a window. That's all. - What? Are you crazy?

Since when you rob old ladies? - What are you talking about?

Can you smell that? The smell for a better life.

Do you? - Not?

What you don't like about your life?

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 want to 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 live on land. With you. For ever. Far away from here.

Take Ben once, for example. How long you want to be a mamma's boy?

What are you talking about? What is this?

I'm out of here. I see you guys. - Lucie. Come on.

Hey, Lucie!

What is it? I thought your father's is having financial problems.

And since your mother died, he must work an extra shift every night.

Leave him and my mother out of this, please.

You're like a little child who no one can put on the right direction,

with only stupid ideas.

Weren't you just two months in jail? For the theft of an old television set...

...from the garage of a cop? - Not that story again.

The cop was also a dirty pimp. And you know that, too.

Go. I must return to work.

I am not your father. But consider it, please.

Consider it, okay?

Yes, my sweetheart. Yes, we'll see each other this weekend.

Yes, I have to hang up. Lucie is here and I must go to work.

I'll pass it.

Lucie.

Lucie, I must go to work.

Did you call her "sweetheart"?

Although my mother passed away only eight months ago.

Your mother decided to leave us. Janice is a nice woman.

And what are you trying to say? That she's nice...

She is coming here for a visit. - What?

She would be nice to you, dear. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

I must go. I'm already late.

Hello? - Okay. But we don't damage anything and we take what we really need.

Only what we need for a better life. You will not regret it.

I hope so.

Well, sailor? Without me you have no guts to rob an old lady?

Wrong. You are here only because you have the driving license.

Okay, let's go. - I'll find something else for the ride.

Shit.

Shit.

We better ride the bicycles, than this piece of scrap.

You know what? You both deserve a little of this karma.

Hey, not a bad word about my car. Okay? Just some start-up problem.

Happy, happy, halloween, Silver Shamrock ...

Fuck you, ugly children!

See? I told you so. She 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 well.

You expect us to walk for two hours through the dark...

...dressed as the Ku Klux Klan members? Seriously?

What should we do with it, man?

We'll scare old woman to death?

"You all right? Your money or your life". What are we doing?

No. - Are you done complaining? Here.

Come on.

Hopefully you're ready for some field walk.

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 be at eight o'clock in the morning in the kitchen.

We are already walking for thirty minutes? I can't go any further.

My shoes are soaked. Are we going in the right direction, Lucie?

Stop that whistling, William. - Do not worry. Nobody would hears us here.

Not that... You know what they say.

They say... if you whistle on Halloween night the evil would hear.

You hear too much in that bar.

What is she doing?

"Who attracts the light, ends up meeting the Grim Reaper. - That I hear often.

Shit.

Good. Here.

I'm pretty disappointed. This is almost too easy.

Keep quiet until we reach the door. - Do not worry.

I can scroll through the door, if necessary.

Without a crowbar, We can stand here all night.

No damage or I'm out of here. I warned you.

Hey, do not worry. Come on, let's look around.

Where are you going? - Come on. Come on.

I want to know...

I have a feeling, that this wasn't best idea...

...to break in with guys like you.

It's not too late to go back, and grab a nice cold beer.

Will. Will.

Here I am.

I must tell you something very important.

Lucie pays the first round, if we leave now.

Ben, a new life awaits you. - Nothing could stop me from going inside.

This leads nowhere.

We came here with no intention of brealing.

And we do not even know what we seek. - We shall see.

C'mon. Let's go.

Here.

Welcome.

And what we do now?

You're getting on my nerves!

Come on.

All okey?

Okay.

Ben? Hey, Ben.

Yes, I'm coming. You know, I foolow you the moment I started to walk.

Okey?

It is gonna be difficult to get back outside.

Especially when we have a safe with us.

We worry about it later. Okay?

Anyway, if there are valuables there is a safe,

Certainly, it will not be easy to fit safe through that window. Let's go upstairs.

Hey, Klavel. Why you stopped?

I was saying that we'll get insidee.

And where is that old woman? - Top floor.

Let's go.

I see almost nothing. Maybe we better turn on the light.

Good idea. Will you call the police, as well?

Start looking around, instead of saying nonsense.

Will, I have a bad feeling about this.

What do you mean? You want to give up your cut?

Will, look. I think it is silver. Looks valuable.

Do you need a teapot? - No, I do not ...

Wow.

Seriously? A rusty scissors?

Are you a scrapman? Leave me alone.

Listen. A treasure is probably a mountain of precious coins and jewels.

I hope so.

Shit.

Damn. I shit in my pants here.

How do you call preserving dead animals? - Taxidermy.

Barbaric. - Taxidermy.

Hey, no mess left behind? - Yes. My excuse.

Looks like your girlfriend.

Shit. Everything is locked down here.

Does not matter. We go upstairs.

What kind of pictures are these?

Jessel had only one daughter. She was deaf since birth and is long dead.

In any case, we don't have to worry about complaints from the heirs.

Hey, come here.

What the hell is this again?

Dolls.

Gossiping at coffee time.

What a child would like to play here?

There is nothing.

Ladies first.

Shit.

If this door is locked and the other is not...

...there must be a reason for it, right? I bet that my treasure lies there.

Great, but we have no key. And we don't know where it is.

No kidding, Sherlock. - Jessel! She wears a key around her neck.

- It must be the key to this door.

That means we need it. - This old woman would notice nothing.

You go there. - I do not.

We borrow the key. For a moment.

Well done, sister.

Shit. - Come, let me try.

Okay, that's enough. It's not the right key!.

This causes only problems. We bring the key back and run away.

Stop with that negative thinking. I guarantee you that...

Oh, boy. What did you do?

We have no choice now. We must go in.

Shit.

Nothing here.

Where it that hidden treasure? Here is nothing!

Be still.

Oh, shit.

What the hell is this again?

It is a corpse.

I think it Jessel's daughter.

This is her greatest treasure.

What's this, on the ground?

Shut up! - No!

It's that old woman. Hear that?

No, that's impossible.

Electricity is the only thing that works here and nothing else.

Okay, let's run. Come on, we leave.

Come on, come on.

Help me.

What is this nonsense?

We're trapped!

I know! Jessel's room has a window.

A window without the bars. - What are you talking about, Lucie?

You know that we no longer alone! Hear that?

But she can not possibly be awakened. It is the only way outside.

Okay, we'll try. Come.

Where is she? - Mrs. Jessel?

We need to get out as quickly as possible.

Come on, William. The window.

Damn, Lucie, you said... - I swear, that I could open it before.

We need something to break the lock.

Ben?

Ben? - Ben?

Ben?

Ben?

Ben? Ben? Where are you?

Hey, Lucie.

Come.

Come on, quick.

Damn, there is no door.

There is no door. This can't be?

Nothng works, dammit!

Deborah Anne and Jessel. December 1935

Hey, I think she has called Anna.

Who has called Anna? - Jessel's daughter.

I don't care about Jessel's daughter name.

Come on, we find her room. - You have seen it. There is nothing.

No treasure, no key, nothing. - So, stay here.

And keep trying to open the window. - Stop saying that crap, Lucie.

We're not going anywhere until we find Ben. Okay?

Do what I say.

Ophelie, you're hopeless. Leave the room, immediately!

Ladies, go home.

Do not forget to bow.

Now, fast.

Anna.

Only people who we don't know, understand!

Anna!

Anna!

Do not go outside!

Don't confuse the day with the night.

William.

William.

William.

Lucie.

Are you there, Lucie?

William.

William.

Ben?

What are you doing with that thing on your head?

What is this? Where were you?

Ben, do not!

Do not, Ben! - What is going on? - Ben! - William!

I'm stuck! William!

Do not, Ben! Do not!

William! William!

Dance! Come on.

Come on!

The sun and moon do not want you, Anna.

And the people who live below even less.

Your world is here. With me.

Go!

Retry.

Retry. Your strenght is to learn to dance...

...and not trying to escape.

Again, please, more! Down, up, down.

Again, with more stretching.

Again, please, and beyond.

Deeper, lower, lower.

More. Do it well, deeper.

More, more, more.

Anna?

Anna.

Anna.

You're not dead.

You're just broken.

Mrs. Wilson?

What are you... What are you doing there?

I'm just doing my job.

Wilson? Why are you still here?

Why aren't you gone home, like the rest?

Why don't you say anything?

You should have taken different book, my dear.

William ...

He was holding well.

Mother?

Anna. You came back.

I am person. - Dance, my daughter.

Dance!

Dance!

Be obedient.

Run!

Do not confuse the day with the night.

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