Thursday, October 31st
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 who smelled of cigarettes automatically got lower grades.
And now, I am the teacher.
You have two different eye colors. Amazing.
I've never seen it before.
That's rare.
Do you know what it's called?
Heterochromia.
You know what they say?
That it's a mistake in the pigment of the iris.
No, no, no... not in medical terms.
The eyes have different souls.
One soul goes in one eye and one in the other.
It's just a discoloration of the iris. That's all.
My name is Mrs. Wilson.
I know.
But you can call me Catherine if you want.
No, I'd prefer to call you Mrs. Wilson.
Whichever you prefer, Ms. Klavel.
Given that most of our patients can't even go to the bathroom on their own,
it's obvious they won't come to open the door, either.
The man we'll see doesn't need much care.
Only a shot.
He's quite talkative, but we have only 15 minutes.
If we don't keep 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 don't want to be rescheduled for early morning visit, right?
Go ahead.
Is that my granddaughter?
No.
She's no longer with us.
This is Lucie.
A young girl who's going to help me for the next 10 days.
A trainee.
Where is my granddaughter?
Say hello to Lucie, 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?
Just don't break the needle.
I can do it.
Okay.
Let's see what you can do.
Everything is okay, Mr. Marchal.
Not bad.
Tell my granddaughter to come visit me.
Her name is Matilda.
Tell her that she must visit soon.
We will.
It's not that we are bored, Andre, but we must leave.
See you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow, Mr. Marchal.
Well, Maddy,
what kind of a present do you have for us this time?
No, wait here for me.
Why?
You've been doing good so far, but you're not ready for this patient yet.
What's so special about this one?
Just wait here.
I won't be long.
And please, turn off the radio. It drains the battery.
Curious and impatient. Just the way I like it.
You have everything you need for this job.
Let me introduce Deborah Jessel.
Deborah Jessel was once a famous dance instructor. Very strict.
She even had students from Paris studying 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 little problems.
She doesn't interrupt me, in any case.
And it's cheaper than a psychiatrist.
Reading was one of her few pleasures. She was a true collector.
Do you like to read?
Yes.
You can take one.
What?
Go ahead.
Just pick one without thinking.
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 change this?
Why does she need a transfusion?
No idea. I am not a doctor.
She could use a manicure though.
These nails would take long to cut.
In her condition she's probably not even aware how long her nails are.
Won't her family complain that we're not doing our job?
Her family?
The only family she has is a daughter.
She was born deaf.
I think she died long before your parents met.
I'm pretty sure, though there's no definitive proof.
Wouldn't she be better off at a retirement home?
Her last wish was to die at home.
If you have that much money to burn, your wishes will be respected.
Deborah Jessel is terribly rich.
It's even said that she has a treasure.
What kind of treasure?
Money, jewels, gold bars and such.
The treasure is hidden in a secret place. That's the rumor anyway.
Believe me,
I've tried every door with a lock and keyhole, but no luck.
Is there any chance she'll awaken from her coma?
No way.
The odds are about as good
as that I'd meet a rich guy who'd take me to a far away exotic land.
So, there's no hope?
Close the curtains.
If we leave them open and they do a check, we're in trouble.
Gossipers.
I hate the people at the medical services.
Well, sleep well, Deborah.
No partying at night, okay?
I know this work is not easy to learn,
but for your first day, you did pretty good.
Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.
No, thank you, Ms. Klavel.
See you tomorrow.
Same time, same punishment.
Good night. See you tomorrow.
Hey, Lucie!
How's life?
I missed you.
Me too.
Everything okay?
William.
You're so beautiful!
Stop it.
Come on. Just because I smell like a fish, doesn't mean...
William!
You're not going anywhere until all the fish are out of the way.
Okay. Okay.
Got it.
Good evening, Mr. Kerrien.
She said good evening.
Good evening, Lucie.
It won't take long.
Here.
Then we can have a beer,
and you can tell me all about your day.
How's it going, mom?
All right. You?
Pretty good.
How are you, Lucie? Good?
Do you have to come to my workplace with a clown who smells of sardines?
That's right, Ben.
Justify those 50 euros that my mother pays you every month, and bring us two beers.
I'll see what I can do.
It's tough out there at sea, you know.
Yes, I know.
Now... how was your first day?
It was okay.
The nurse that trains me is pretty strict, but she's nice.
And the patients?
Most patients don't talk at all.
That sounds like a nightmare.
By the way,
do you remember the haunted 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.
What are you doing tonight?
Something without you.
Hey, Ben!
Yes, I'm coming.
I can't get a break even for a second.
Well, go.
Cheers.
Seriously, were you there?
What was there?
Only an old lady.
Nothing else?
No, and she's seriously old.
Practically hundred years old.
She's still alive, but she can't move.
Sorry to say this, but your story is not particularly exciting.
That's because it's not over yet.
So, not only she's in a coma, but she also appears to be very rich.
According to my supervisor, there could be a treasure hidden in the house.
What kind of treasure?
She has no clue.
She's still searching for it.
What if we find it first?
We'd just need to break a window.
What?
Are you crazy?
Since when do you rob old ladies?
What are you talking about?
Can you smell that?
The smell of a better life.
Do you?
Oh really?
What's wrong with your life?
What's going on?
What are you talking about?
I'm 22 years old, and my hands are as rough as my father's.
Sure, I love the sea, very much.
But I don't wanna die at sea.
Just like my father and his father before him,
nobody gave me a choice.
I want to live on land. With you. Forever.
Far away from here.
Take Ben, for example.
How long do you wanna be a mamma's boy?
I have no idea what you're talking about? What's going on?
I'm out of here.
See you, guys.
Lucie. Come on.
Hey, Lucie!
What is it?
I thought your father's having financial problems.
And since your mother died, he must work extra night shifts.
Leave him and my mother out of this, please.
You're like a little child with a lot of stupid ideas,
who doesn't listen.
Didn't you just spend two months in jail?
For stealing an old TV from a cop's garage?
Not that story again.
The cop was hiding stolen stuff.
And you know that.
I gotta go back to work,
or my father will strangle me.
But consider it, please.
Think about it, okay?
Yes, sweetheart. I'll see you on the weekend.
I have to hang up. Lucie is here, and I gotta go to work.
I'll tell her.
Lucie.
Lucie, I must go to work.
Did you call her "sweetheart"?
Even though mom passed away only eight months ago.
Your mother decided to leave us.
Janice is a nice woman.
And what did this nice woman ask you to tell me?
She's coming here for a visit.
What?
She'll be staying here with us.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
I must go. I'm already late.
Hello?
Okay. But we don't destroy anything and take only what we really need.
Only what we need for a better life.
You won't regret it.
I hope so.
Well, sailor?
You don't have the guts to rob an old lady without me, you jerk?
Hey, you're here only because you have a driving license.
Let's go.
You missed your course for a month.
Shit.
We might be faster on our bikes than in 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...
Piss off, ugly little punks!
See? I told you 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, just so I get it right...
You expect us to walk for two hours through the dark, dressed as the Ku Klux Klan?
What are we supposed to do with this?
Scare the hell out of the woman?
And say, "Trick or treat?"
What are we doing?
Are you done complaining?
Take it.
Let's go.
I hope you're ready for a walk in the woods.
I'm ready to get rich.
Soon we'll be enjoying the good life.
Breakfast in bed and everything.
If you want breakfast in bed, you're gonna sleep in the kitchen.
We've been walking for 25 minutes. I'm tired already.
Are we going in the right direction, Lucie?
Stop that whistling, William.
Don't worry. Nobody can hear us here.
Not that... You know what they say.
If you whistle on Halloween night, you're inviting evil.
You shouldn't listen to the guys in that bar.
What's she doing?
Flames attract the Grim Reaper.
He can kiss my ass.
Shit.
I'm a little disappointed. This is almost too easy.
Say that when we're past the door.
Don't worry.
I can kick it in, if necessary.
Without a crowbar we could stand here all night.
Don't break anything or I'm out of here. I warned you.
Hey, don't worry. Come on.
Let's look around.
Where are you going?
He's serious.
I have a feeling that breaking in with the two of you wasn't the best idea.
It's not too late to go back and have a beer.
Will. Will.
I must tell you something very important.
Lucie pays the first round if we leave now.
Ben, a new life awaits you.
Come on. This is going nowhere.
We can't get inside without breaking a window.
And we don't even know what we're looking for.
Yeah, we don't even know what we're looking for.
We'll find out.
C'mon. Let's go.
There we go.
What're you gonna do?
He's so damn annoying!
Come on.
Ben?
Hey, Ben.
Yes, I'm coming.
You know I will follow you wherever you go.
It's gonna be hard to get back out.
Especially when we'll have a safe with us.
We'll worry about it later, okay?
If there's anything valuable, it's not gonna be here.
Let's go upstairs.
Hey, Klavel.
What are you doing?
I told you we'd get in.
Where's the lady?
Top floor.
Let's go.
I can't see shit.
Maybe we should turn on the light.
Good idea.
Wanna call the police, while you're at it?
Start looking around, instead of talking rubbish.
Will, I have a bad feeling about this.
What do you mean? You wanna give up your cut?
Will, look.
It's silver. That should be valuable.
Do you need a teapot?
Not really.
Wow.
Seriously? Rusty scissors?
Are you a scrap merchant?
Leave me alone.
The treasure should be like a mountain of precious coins and jewels.
I hope so.
Shit.
Damn. I almost shat my pants.
What do you call stuffing dead animals?
Taxidermy.
Barbaric.
Taxidermy.
Hey, don't leave any mess behind.
Right. Sorry.
She sounds like she's your girlfriend.
Shit. Everything is locked down here.
Never mind, let's go up again.
What kind of pictures are these?
Jessel had only one daughter.
She was deaf since birth and is long dead.
Then we don't have to worry about complaints from the heirs.
Hey, come here.
What the hell is this?
A little animal tea party.
What kind of a child would like to play here?
It's nothing.
Ladies first.
Shit.
There must be a reason why this door is locked.
I bet the treasure is there.
Great, but we have no key.
And we don't know where to find it.
No kidding, Sherlock.
Jessel!
She wears a key around her neck.
It must be the key to this door.
That means we need it.
She won't notice anything.
You go there.
No, I'm not going.
We borrow the key. Just for a moment.
Well done, darling.
Shit.
Wait, let me try.
Okay, that's enough.
It's not the right key.
We take it back and leave.
Cut the crap already. I swear I'm gonna...
Oh, boy. What did you do?
We have no choice now. We must go in.
Shit.
Nothing here.
Where it that hidden treasure?
There's nothing here!
Be quiet.
Oh, shit.
What in the bloody hell...
It's a corpse.
I think it's 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.
It's probably just creaking wood.
Okay, let's run. We're getting out.
Come on, come on.
Help me.
What the fuck is this?
We're trapped here!
I know! Jessel's room has a window.
A window without bars.
What are you talking about, Lucie?
Can't you hear there's someone there?
But there's no way she'd wake up.
It's the only way out.
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?
Where are you?
Hey, Lucie.
Come.
Come on, quick.
Damn, there is no door.
There is no door.
Nothing works, dammit!
Deborah and Anne Jessel. December 1935
I think her name was Anna.
Whose?
Jessel's daughter's.
I don't care about Jessel's daughter's name.
We have to look in her room.
You've seen it. There's nothing there.
No treasure, no key, nothing.
Then stay here.
And keep trying the window.
Stop saying that, Lucie.
We're not going anywhere until we find Ben.
Okay?
Will.
Do what I say.
Ophelie, you're hopeless.
Leave the room immediately!
Ladies, go home.
Don't forget to bow.
Now, fast.
Anna.
I said only strangers!
Anna!
Don't go outside!
Don't confuse the day with the night.
William.
Lucie.
Are you there, Lucie?
William.
Ben?
What are you doing with that thing on your head?
Where have you been?
Ben, don't!
Don't, Ben!
What's going on?
Ben!
William!
I'm stuck! William!
Don't, Ben! Don't!
William! William!
Dance! Come on.
Move!
Neither the sun nor moon want you, Anna.
And the people who live under them even less.
Your world is here.
With me.
Go!
Try again.
Use your strength to dance
instead of trying to escape.
Again, more! Down, up, down.
Again, stretch your legs.
Again, and again.
Deeper, lower, lower.
More. Do it well, deeper.
More, more, more.
Anna?
Anna.
You're not dead.
You're just broken.
Mrs. Wilson?
What are you... What are you doing here?
I'm just doing my job.
Wilson? Why are you still here?
Why haven't you gone home,
like everyone else?
You should have taken a different book, my dear.
William...
He was holding well.
Mother?
Anna.
Wake up.
I am human.
Dance,
my daughter.
Dance!
Come!
Don't confuse the day with the night.