Right... 2 thick pullovers, 3 shirts,
2 pairs of pyjamas,
3 T-shirts, 4 pairs of underpants or shorts.
All the things the girls need.
4 pairs of socks. I'd like to stress -
all clothes must be marked with the child's initials...
- Even the underwear? - Yes, or things get lost.
Give them stamped envelopes so they can write.
Please don't phone -
except in an emergency.
I know it's hard to accept, but it's important
the children don't feel tied by a phone line to their family.
They're young—
It's for their own good.
Is it the school's aim
to out them off
from their family?
I'll warn you now, if I want to call Nicolas, I will.
But that's by the by.
I don't want to monopolize your time,
but I've something serious to say.
Everyone saw the accident in Annemasse,
last week, on the television.
Did you see the children's burns?
What guarantee do we have it won't happen to ours?
You don't.
But what guarantee is there?
There is no guarantee, sir.
What can I tell you,
is the bus has just been serviced, the driver is very competent.
But accidents happen. They can get run over.
Even at home,
they're not safe from a virus or a gas leak.
That's all right, then! They're not her children.
Excuse me, my daughter
goes on class trips by bus like everyone else.
I'll take Nicolas, so I know who's at the wheel.
The chalet is 200km away.
I'm used to it. I'm not afraid of driving.
You're always on the road.
Do what you want, but please think it over.
It'd help Nicolas fit in better.
Don't worry, he'll fit in just fine.
Arriving in his dad's car won't turn him into an outcast!
There's a Fina gas station in 1 km.
Are you going to fill up?
It's a bit soon.
What if there aren't any more?
How many points do you need?
Four.
It should be OK.
But tell me... Do you think you deserve it?
27, 28, 29, 30 points!
That's perfect.
There's the telescope, the car and the seeds.
- What about the human body? - I don't know if we've any left.
Yes! You're in luck, there's one left.
I'm the lucky one. He'd have made a scene.
What if I wet the bed?
You won't wet the bed!
But what if I do?
You'll change your pyjamas. We packed an extra pair.
When you arrive, take the undersheet out of your bag.
But what if the others see me?
That doesn't matter.
It'd look bad.
You can't be the only one.
What are you doing?
Nothing, just tidying. Sleep.
It's nothing. It'll be fine now.
They were on vacation, headed for fun and relaxation.
And at Annemasse, they experienced a nightmare.
60 primary school children.
15 have already died,
26 are in a critical condition,
many with severe burns.
According to the police, the driver fell asleep at the wheel.
Hello, there!
- Did you have a good trip? - Excellent, thank you.
We were betting on whether you'd arrive tonight.
- Would you like something to drink? - No, thank you. Really.
It's getting dark, and the road isn't safe. I've an early start.
So it's best if I head right back.
Say goodbye, then.
Be a good boy, won't you?
Call that a kiss?
Right, work hard
and enjoy yourself.
And don't forget to write.
Hodkann, stop it! That's enough!
You're hurting him.
What's got into you?
That's enough.
Ow! You're a pain! Stop it!
- Not too much of a handful? - They're all right.
Right. Well, I'm off.
- Goodbye. And good luck. - Thank you.
Ah! I meant to ask you...
Will they be getting a skiing diploma or something?
- A silver badge? - No! That's a much higher level.
But maybe a bronze one.
Yes. I expect you'll see... what they're capable of.
You'll be a champion, won't you?
We'll need some snow for that.
You'll have fun anyway, you'll see.
You want to go on that? Can't you read?
- So come with me. - Your brother can't go.
- We can't leave him alone. - I'm not sure you'll thank me,
but if you want a ride, I can stay with the lad.
No, thank you. It's all right.
Come along.
That man offered. What's the problem?
Don't you answer back!
No means no. Don't make a fuss.
- I'm not making a fuss. - Is that so?
Seen your face? You look like you're about to die.
You'd have rather come in the bus, huh?
What do you want to do? Join your friends or unpack?
- Unpack. - Let's go, then.
This way. We'll go up the back way.
I forgot my bag.
What?
- Didn't you take it out of the car? - I thought my father had.
I don't believe it. You could've
remembered.
Never mind.
It's not a tragedy.
Your father will see it in the boot.
Do you know where he's staying tonight?
No.
He probably won't be back tonight.
Can a friend lend you a pair of pyjamas?
We'll ask someone.
What's the matter?
There was also my undersheet... if I wet the bed.
Well, tonight you won't wet the bed. Come on.
When I want to, I can stop myself sleeping.
I prefer that to having terrible nightmares.
What difference would it have made?
I won't tolerate that. When I say no, I mean no.
Your brother's too young,
but you're old enough to understand.
You mustn't talk about it...
to your friends or anyone.
OK?
I was told by the director of a clinic.
Dr Chardy. Remember?
Not very long ago,
in a place like this,
a child disappeared.
The parents had a moment of inattention and... the child was gone.
They searched for him all day,
and they finally found him late that night
behind a fence.
- Was he dead? - He'd just fainted.
But it was worse.
They took him to the hospital.
They saw he had a large bandage on his back
with blood oozing out.
The doctors soon realized.
They knew what they'd see on the X-ray:
the boy had been operated on.
They'd removed a kidney.
There are people who do that.
Filthy people! Bad people!
Traffickers in human organs.
They have ambulances
with all the operating equipment inside.
They lurk near amusement parks
and shopping malls,
near school gates and cinemas,
and they kidnap children.
It's very easy, you know, to disappear.
Pay attention!
As you can see, Nicolas has arrived.
But his head's in the clouds — he left his bag in the car.
His dad'll bring it tomorrow, but who'll lend him pyjamas till then?
I can hear people not talking!
I don't mind.
That's kind, but I'd rather a boy offered.
I'm waiting. Who'll lend him some?
What if he wets them?
- OK. I don't mind. - Hold on, Hodkann!
- If this is a bad joke. - It's not a joke.
He needs pyjamas.
Do you want them or not?
Yes.
You want them.
Come on, come on.
Sylvie! Get a move on.
What's pink and floppy, and gets hard when you stroke it?
- Do you know? - I dunno.
Do you know or not?
What's pink and floppy, and gets hard when you stroke it?
- Shall I put it in the kitchen, sir? - Yes. I'm not "sir", I'm Patrick.
Not bad at all! You've done a great job.
Here. You deserve a reward.
- Go on. Choose one. - It isn't fair!
He's done nothing special.
You're right. It isn't fair. But I'm rewarding him anyway.
When I misbehaved as a kid, my dad punished my sister,
when she misbehaved, he punished me
to teach us that life wasn't fair.
Look, you tie it around your wrist...
and you make a wish.
When the bracelet snaps,
your wish comes true.
- It's a talisman. - To kill your mom!
- What's your wish? - It won't work if he tells!
Does it work if you wish all your wishes come true?
You're a smart aleck. Here, you've won.
Thanks.
So? Have you made a wish?
Doing your homework?
It's serious this year, isn't it?
You have to work hard.
Huh?
You mustn't get left back again.
I can't take anymore.
I'm shattered.
Hey! Stop.
Come here. Come on.
I love you.
You know that, huh?
To celebrate the class trip, hip, hip, hip...
Hurray!
- Hip, hip, hip... - Hurray!
For the 1st day
and Nicolas's arrival, hip, hip, hip...
Hurray!
- Hip, hip, hip... - Hurray!
Tuck in!
It works every time.
It boosts their morale.
Don't you like the canteen?
It's all right.
- We never see you there. - I'm not down for it.
- Don't your parents want you to? - My father doesn't.
Like the bus... so you don't mix with us.
Look at your plate.
Dickhead!
- Where are you sleeping? - In the dorm.
Which bed? The bunk above mine is free.
You can sleep there, seeing as you have my PJs.
- Can I have a kiss? - What about me?
- Give us a kiss, Marie-Sophie! - Shut your mouth!
Get out of here! This is the girls' dormitory, not the boys'.
- Where's Nicolas? - In the dorm, with Hodkann.
I think he is.
Nicolas?
Here. Now you can get washed.
Do you like your pyjamas?
He's already broken the elastic.
All right?
Look... If Hodkann bothers you, tell me.
There's no reason he will, but...
OK?
Everything will be hunky-dory.
Hey, Nicolas!
Ho!
Hey, Nicolas!
- What? - What does your dad do?
He's a sales rep. He's always on the road.
What about yours?
He's dead. What does he sell?
Surgical equipment.
That's disgusting.
What does he sell?
Forceps...
Foreskins!
Yes, and artificial limbs, too.
Artificial limbs?
- Wooden legs? - No, plastic.
He has plastic legs in his car?
And arms and hands.
- Heads! - Foreskins!
You're a pain!
Get down, so we can talk.
Come down. We can't talk. Come on!
Has he shown you the prostheses?
Yes. I've already seen them.
- Ever tried them? - It isn't possible.
They're to replace your real limbs.
If you already have real limbs, you can't attach them anywhere.
If I were your dad, I'd use you
for my demonstrations. I'd cut off your arms and legs,
and show you to my clients. Great ad, huh?
Will he show me,
- when he drops off your bag? - I don't think so.
Why not?
They aren't toys. He shows them to his clients.
What if you asked him?
And in exchange, I'll make sure no one bothers you.
Never mind. I'll find another way. Let's sleep.
They've come for me. Because of my dad.
They want to shoot me in the woods. Like they did to him.
They killed my dad too.
We're the same now.
Hey!
Get up.
- All right? - Yes.
Did you dream of wooden legs?
See you later.
Right, to conclude,
if you stay in the mountains, if you do sport,
- you breathe pure air, so... - Oxygenation!
The oxygen is carried from your alveoli
to your cells.
That's why your blood is a lovely shade of...
Red!
Yes. It's Miss Grimm.
Yes.
Yes, madam. It's rather a nuisance.
He has no bag, no clean clothes, no ski gear.
So we don't really know what to do with him.
We thought he'd come back last night. As he hasn't,
I wanted to know where I could reach him.
Can we reach him on the road?
Unbelievable!
You don't know his itinerary?
What if you need to reach him urgently?
Surely he calls you sometimes?
Of course, madam.
Can we buy him some clothes?
The rescue team came quickly, but it was too late.
My colleague and I heard his last words.
"Nicolas' bag. Take Nicolas' bag back."
He's here. Shall I put him on?
Here. It's your mum.
- Hello, Nicolas? - Hello.
- Are you all right? - Yes...
Is everything OK?
Not bad.
So Daddy forgot your bag?
What are you going to do?
I don't know. We're waiting for him.
How will you manage without PJs?
Someone lent me some. A classmate.
Have you wet the bed?
Course not!
- You're not lying, are you? - I just said I hadn't.
- Everything's fine, then? - Yes.
- Love you. - I love you too.
We've just had some terrible news.
You're going to have to be brave.
Yes.
Don't cry.
My little orphan.
Nicolas! Are you dreaming?
Come on, let's go!
Patrick is going to take you to Morzine to buy some clothes.
Hurry up! We've only got two hours.
I'd like you to meet Denise.
I'm not a chauffeur and there's stuff on the backseat.
Look at it.
It'd be good if it snowed.
Just a little bit.
- We'd put chains on the tyres? - Yes.
But that's not the best bit.
I've never driven with chains.
Hey! Where are you?
In your thoughts?
If you think hard about something,
will it really happen?
No, I don't think so.
Listen, don't worry.
Your dad is probably miles away, he's forgotten about your bag.
Don't let it ruin your trip.
- Do you like music? - Yes.
Hold on tight, then!
There! That's ace.
- Not too long? - Your mum can turn it up.
- Do you like this? - Yes.
We'll take it. Right...
Socks.
Cotton socks.
T-shirt.
The T-shirts are cool, aren't they, miss?
Balaclava.
We've got everything. Fantastic!
You have been spoiled! Is this handsome boy yours?
No. But if he isn't claimed,
I'd love to keep him.
- Is that all right? - Yes. Maybe.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- See you soon. - Yes. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- She was nice, wasn't she? - Yes.
She thought you were good-looking.
When I buy clothes with my parents,
it takes ages
just to choose one thing. It didn't even take us 10 minutes.
Know why? We're the kings of the road!
- Fancy some ice cream? - Ice cream in winter?
What'll it be?
A Banana Royale. Maybe they don't do them.
A Banana Royale for my pal.
And a Heineken for me, please.
Apart from fretting, what else do you enjoy?
Loads of things. I like watching telly,
playing on the computer and reading.
Reading what?
Stories, tales.
Because they're better than life?
You know what you are, huh?
A dreamer.
A Banana Royale and a Heineken.
My favourite's The Little Mermaid. Have you read it?
Yes. I don't really remember it.
Well, the little mermaid falls in love with the prince she saw in the storm.
She's so in love with him
she wants to turn into a woman, so that he'll love her.
The witch gives her a potion
which makes legs grow in the place of her fish tail.
In exchange, the witch takes her tongue, making her mute.
In my book, there's a picture of the little mermaid.
She has really long hair.
She has scales that begin
below her belly button.
Her belly looks soft. The drawing isn't very good,
but it looks really soft above her fish tail.
Then there's a great moment.
The night she turns into a human,
she's in pain, real pain.
She doesn't dare look below her tummy.
She knows something's changed.
She's become something else. And then, at last, she dares.
So she has a feel, and instead of the scales
she's had since she was born,
she discovers very soft skin all the way down.
That's really good.
Yes. But it's sad too.
Because she realises she's lost her voice.
No one will ever hear her beautiful voice again.
First, we stretch.
Stretch properly,
as if you were going to have a nap.
Try not to arch your back,
keep it flat on the floor.
That's it.
Let yourselves go.
Turn your palms towards the ceiling.
And close your eyes.
Relax.
Just let go.
Think of nothing.
We're always doing things or thinking about something.
Now let go.
Think of nothing.
Get to know yourself,
your body.
Breathe slowly with your stomach.
Slowly. And deeply.
Slowly.
And deeply.
Slowly.
And deeply.
Like the sea.
Like the ocean.
Like waves on the beach, which rise and fall.
Rise...
and fall.
I breathe,
and the air is like water.
The water in the sea, the ocean.
The water fills my body.
My chest.
My stomach.
I fill up with water.
I breathe out
and I feel
the air flowing out of my body,
very slowly.
I'm like a puddle.
I'm spread out on the ground.
My body is my home.
I can walk around it,
I can push open the doors.
Slowly.
Now start moving again, very slowly.
And then...
stretch.
Take your time.
You can open your eyes now.
- Move it! - Hold on! Let me pick my soap up!
- I saved you a place. - Thanks.
What's on your bum, Ribotton?
Never seen an appendix scar?
That's crap! It isn't on your bum.
Tom!
Stop!
Come back, Tom! Fight! Come back!
Tom! Tom!
Come back!
Help me!
Help me! I want to get out!
I want to get out!
I want to get out! Help me!
Help!
Help me! I want to get out!
Nicolas! Nicolas!
Nicolas!
- I'm here. - Help me!
Calm down.
I'm here, Nicolas! Calm down.
What the hell are you doing? What the bloody hell happened?
What the hell's going on?
What were you playing at?
Oddball!
A bit of a temperature.
The doctor's coming.
No, I've had no news. And you?
It's a bit odd.
Don't worry, it's pointless.
Yes...
Yes.
I think
it's a bout of sleepwalking.
I'm not saying it's serious.
It just needs dealing with. That's all.
No, I'm not a doctor. OK.
Yes, I'll put him on.
Actually, he's asleep.
Yes.
I'll keep you informed.
Of course.
Goodnight, madam.
Sleepwalking isn't serious. It isn't worth fussing about.
Here.
Drink this.
You have to drink when you have a fever.
Can I ask you a question?
If a sleepwalker does something bad in his sleep,
is it his fault or not?
Like what?
If he does something bad...
What happened last night?
Tell me.
Why are you such a worrier? Your dad will come back.
If he'd had an accident, we'd know about it.
Perhaps you don't want him to come back?
Stop that racket!
Stop it! Nicolas is ill.
I don't give a toss!
He's doing our heads in, that little baby.
She gave in to temptation.
She didn't even try.
She ate her fries. "Ate": transitive form.
From the infinitive "to eat".
Caroline is chatting to Lucas. She isn't listening.
THE MONKEY'S PAW
What is it?
- A monkey's paw. - A monkey's paw?
It's a talisman...
which can grant three wishes.
- Three of our wishes. - You believe that?
I don't know.
It doesn't cost anything to try.
I'd like... 1 million!
Idiot! Why didn't you ask for a billion?
Evening, ma'am.
Evening, sir.
I have some tragic news for you.
- Nicolas! What happened? - An appalling thing.
While visiting the sausage factory,
your son went too near a machine.
He got caught in it.
- Is he dead? - In pieces.
I know this
won't bring him back, but I represent
the factory's management
and I'm supposed to give you this cheque in compensation.
For 1 million.
I know what we have to do.
Monkey paw,
return our son to us.
It's him! Nicolas is back!
Who's there?
Let me in, Dad. I'm cold!
I can't see anything.
- The light's not on. - Open it!
Let me in, Dad. I'm cold!
Come and get me. I'm cold!
You're not coming? Never mind! I'll manage.
I warn you, there'll be trouble.
There's one wish left.
I wish him dead!
Well and truly dead!
I wish him dead!
- Did I scare you? - A bit.
You're not in class?
No. I said I needed to pee.
- So? - What?
Well... seems you're a sleepwalker.
It isn't serious.
I love that kind of stuff.
Will you tell me about it?
If you like, but it isn't what you think.
It's worse than sleepwalking, what happened to me.
What is it?
It's awful.
Give me your word you won't tell anyone.
OK. I promise you.
Ever heard of organ traffickers?
Yes. I've seen it on the telly.
They kidnap kids, to take their organs.
What happened to me has to do with them.
Everyone thinks I was sleepwalking,
but I wasn't sleepwalking.
You lot were asleep, but I wasn't.
Through the window,
I saw some guys roaming around.
I went out and I followed them, silently.
There were ambulances parked by the lake.
So I hid in Patrick's car and spied on them.
Then the guys got in the ambulances and drove off.
I reckon they were organ traffickers.
They were waiting to see if a child would come out?
Right. The class trip is a huge source:
all those kidneys and livers.
Good job you didn't get caught.
What do you think you're doing?
Err, I... I came for my pyjamas.
He'd better remember to give them back.
Where are mine?
I'll take him inside. See you at the ski tow.
Taking care of baby?
Shut it!
- Stop it! - I'm not doing anything!
That's enough, Lucas!
Vanessa, Lucas, Ribotton! Get a move on.
There we go!
Great Mamamouchi. Know him?
Here. They even have comics.
What's up?
Is the young man ill?
Being ill is great!
Ciao!
- Hello, officers. - Morning!
Look at me, you.
Hello.
It isn't him.
He's on the class trip.
It'd be good, if you could put this up.
Have you seen him?
It's René,
Voiron's son, from Panossière.
He disappeared two days ago.
The parents don't think he ran away.
He was a quiet kid.
Good grades, never any problems.
That had better not start here!
It already has!
This is just one poster,
we've a wall of them at the station.
Some have been there years. 3-year-olds, 5-year-olds...
No news, nothing.
But the parents still hope. They don't stop thinking about it.
Can you imagine it?
You fear the worst when a young kid disappears.
You get a description: 1.30m, 29 kilos.
Then you realise it's seven years old.
For seven years, the kid has been 1.30m and 29 kilos.
Excuse me, sir. Can I see the poster?
Of course.
Thank you.
I don't know him.
Obviously not! You're on the class trip.
- Trying to be funny? - No, sir.
It's just that two days ago,
I disappeared too.
Right, then.
Can I keep it, please? I'll put it up in the chalet. It might help.
- As matters stand... - Keep it.
Thank you, sir.
Coming? We're off.
What's with the cops?
You won't believe it. It's crazy. We have to meet tonight. In secret.
- All right, Nicolas? - Yeah.
All right, girls? Not too tired?
We'll sleep well tonight.
The cops reckon he ran away.
Don't you?
No way!
The traffickers didn't find a kid here,
so they went to Panossière
and grabbed the boy.
God! It's really serious. We should tell the police.
- You must be kidding! - Why?
They've accomplices everywhere.
- Huh? - That's what my dad said.
My dad isn't really an artificial-limb rep.
It's just a cover.
He's on the trail of the traffickers.
And I'm his informer.
It's dangerous for my dad.
He's all alone, and there's a lot of powerful traffickers.
Is your dad a cop?
No, not at all.
We've got a score to settle.
A year ago... It's an awful story...
A year ago, my brother was abducted in a theme park.
He was found two days later, behind a fence.
- They'd taken his kidney. - Shit!
You won't talk, huh? You gave me your word.
They swiped your brother's kidney?
I shouldn't have told you.
- Why? - You're in danger now.
You're a target, like me and Dad.
You'll see...
They won't get us.
Wait for me a second. I'll see what it's about.
Don't get out.
Wait here.
They've found a dead boy.
Children, we won't be skiing today.
Something serious
has happened.
Three days ago, near Panossière,
a child went missing. This morning they found him dead.
Murdered?
Yes.
Any idea who did it?
No.
I wonder if
- he had an organ missing. - Shall we go?
We've no leads. But we're on it.
I imagine
some of you are believers. Whatever your religion is,
I think you should say a prayer.
It'd be a good idea.
So from here, I draw a bisector,
knowing that the angle... the bisector divides the angle
into two equal parts...
Sorry, I don't feel up to this. I don't imagine you do either.
Is there anything else
- you'd like to do? - Maybe we could write an essay?
Do you want to write an essay?
"A nice memory from your class trip."
Hodkann! Don't you start!
I want to ask a question. Are we in danger?
Not at all.
You're not in danger.
The victim was found 180km away, near Romans, in the Drôme.
That means
the culprit isn't in the region anymore,
and there's absolutely no reason to be afraid.
What happened is awful,
but it's over. You're in no danger.
- You're safe here. - René must've been
killed here. He wouldn't have travelled 180km.
Listen, you! Just change the subject!
It's happened, and we can do nothing about it.
It's a terrible thing
for you, but stop talking about it.
No more whispering and gossiping.
My dad says we should cut these sadists' heads off.
Before they kill you, they torture you.
I saw pictures of a corpse that'd been ripped open.
Often they rape you.
- What does that mean exactly? - A prick up the arse.
Right! I told you to stop.
But Vanessa was just asking Lucas what "rape" meant.
And Lucas explained that...
Hodkann!
All right. "Rape" doesn't mean anything.
- The teacher said... - Enough, Hodkann! Damn it!
When I say shut up, you shut up.
If you can't, you can go up to the dorm,
and miss tonight's party. Is that clear?
Get out!
Why are they here?
I bet it's about René.
The missing boy.
The party must go on! Let's dance!
- Hey, Nicolas! - What is it?
Get up. I've got news.
I can't tell you here. It's too dangerous.
- Where you going? - Shut up. You didn't see us.
What did you want to tell me?
What colour is your dad's car?
Grey. Why?
When the police were here,
I came downstairs.
I listened to what they said.
They described what the sadist did to René. I'll spare you the details.
And then, the police asked if they'd seen a grey Renault.
Miss Grimm said no.
They didn't remember your dad had a grey Renault.
But I remembered it clearly.
When they left, I rushed out
to wait for them on the road...
and to tell them.
Tell them what?
That your dad had a grey Renault,
and traffickers were after him.
But you promised!
Your dad's life is in danger. I had to tell them.
In any case, it's too late now.
It's a normal reaction.
This murder is enough to shake a kid.
We're all shaken, Doctor.
Yes. I imagine so.
But from what I saw, it was a cry for help.
- Really? - Yes.
He's seeking attention from his mother. He didn't get enough love
or attention from her.
It creates problem kids like him.
He needs to rest.
You too, try to get some rest.
Goodbye.
You could've answered.
Hello? Yes.
Yes, it's me.
No, but I was sleeping. Sorry.
Yes. He's right next to me.
Why?
Right.
Excuse me a minute.
Don't stay here. Go to the refectory, OK?
Hello?
Yes, I'm listening.
- What are you doing here? - Miss Grimm is in the office.
Really? Doesn't she want you there?
Is she calling her boyfriend?
It's me!
There's been a problem at home.
Miss Grimm and I think it's best if you leave.
- When? - Tomorrow morning.
Will the police come to get me?
No, I'll take you. Is that OK?
We get on quite well, the two of us.
We're the kings of the road.
Be quiet. That's enough.
Come on! Hurry up! We're going to be late.
Hurry up! Come on!
Right. I think everything's ready.
We'll leave early tomorrow. Around 7. Try to sleep.
- Want a sleeping pill? - I don't know.
I think half should be enough.
Ever taken one?
Half of one is nothing.
I know.
A bit is OK, a lot is dangerous.
That won't harm you.
Goodnight.
- Are you going to tell him? - Oh no! No, I couldn't.
- Who's going to tell him, then? - I don't know. His mum.
She must've expected it.
It had happened before. Nothing as serious, but it was a nasty affair.
Miss Grimm wants to see you.
Come in.
Sit down. I have to talk to you.
Are you thirsty?
We'll stop for a drink, then get some petrol.
Is juice OK?
Yeah.
I'll come up with you, but we'll say goodbye now.
In any case, I'll say goodbye here.
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