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Don't look at me like that!

What do you want me to tell you?

We never saw them.

Ms. Degrce undertook

their education,

The doctor of their health.

Catherine took them for a walk.

And then ...

one day she came home alone.

Nobody knows more.

twelve children

do not drown at the same time ...

I know ...

I do not believe it.

Yes, it is curious that none of them

was able to hold on to the shore,

but it was bitterly cold ...

and children were weird ...

They were afraid of everything.

You understand!

We talk about injections ...

Yes, the doctor would have vaccinated.

It seems he is in St. Lucia.

Why does he not come home?

Poor man!

He will not see his wife.

There will perhaps never

know she is dead.

Poor woman.

She is seriously ill?

Oh, yes!

The Degrce were

a large family.

Fortune,

Education and heart.

And then there was this drama ...

Ms. Degrce

sank into melancholy,

The little one became enstranged

and the doctor

has completely lost his mind.

No wonder ...

It was he who plunged

into the iced water

when the bodies raised

to the surface three days later.

It was awful.

Awful!

Children ...

Their small bodies swollen ...

Their bulging eyes ...

Their grey faces...

You would've think they had seen the devil!

What am I saying?

Go! You make me say

nonsense!

Oh, Hen ...

Do not be afraid.

Come on. What is it?

The mail?

It is ...

Should we go any further?

Come on, let's go further!

Excuse me, doctor,

this is his reward.

Ferrauge, the soldier ...

Vannepain, the soldier ...

Corporal Petaud ...

Go Pullet,

back to your mother!

Where are they buried?

I must leave you,

it is the time for the class.

Do not worry ...

they are better where they are.

"Do, re, mi, fa, sol

"All women are crazy

"Except my nanny

Who made ??apple pies. "

Ladies ...

Hey ... This is for you.

Give me that!

Liar!

Ladies ...

Liar!

Miss Degrce!

I have known the children.

I know. They were talking about you.

Wait!

Is watching. Go!

What?

Ask me to pay you,

for my mother.

What?

Quickly!

Ask me to pay you.

Pay me?

Yes! Ask me ...

Pay me.

Stronger!

Pay me!

I can not!

Again, please!

Are you crazy?

I tell you

I have no money!

Leave me alone!

You are disgusting ...

and you kiss like a pig!

My mother is dead,

I owe you nothing!

I will never pay you!

Never!

Do not please him,

it is true that he can not

pay you. They have nothing.

But I did not ask,

she is ...

Yes ... Do not worry,

I will pay you.

The Degrce were so generous

with the Church ...

Leave. I want nothing ...

If ... if I make it my business.

Especially since ... I have a small service

to ask you.

In winter, the postal car

did not show up.

I'm halfway there

up of the road to the valley.

It's okay, your stuff, I mean?

You want some?

My faith ...

It must be their effect,

a nice guy like you.

Why?

There are currently more men

at Chanteloup?

They are at war,

in the Balkans.

And the old ones?

They were all carried out

by the Spanish flu last year.

Here there are not women

who are sick ...

Who did intern Degrce?

It's just ... he began to break

the tiles of the village ...

screaming that it was because of women

that the children were dead ...

because they did not love them.

It is true that ...

some were frightening to see.

Especially those with funny faces ...

And then, one Sunday

during Mass,

The doctor broke

the window of the chapel ...

It was he who beheaded Christ

with a shovel.

Poor man!

When I picked it up,

he implored women crying:

"I cared for you,

you and your children! "

The Armelle gave him blows

in the belly to make it stop.

He even threatened to burn the inn.

So Ms. Degrce,

we had to take him to the asylum.

Women would have killed him.

Martha would have smashed his skull

against the fountain.

- Have you seen him?

- Never.

I tried, but in St. Lucia

they banned visits.

They said he was too ill.

I've always wondered

if they do not hide our death.

I often prayed for him.

Still ...

Let me, I'll catch

the postal car by there.

Beware of the dark,

the mountain is precarious.

There is a refuge at the halfway.

You could spend the night there.

My father ...

You think Miss Degrce is

responsible for the death of children?

Poor little ...

All she found,

is to blame wolves.

It remained a child.

We do not condemn a child.

One day,

when she was very small,

it was sunny,

the birds were singing,

she said:

"what if it is pain

that makes the birds sing? "

It's beautiful, right?

The children have such ideas!

Omnia Munda mundis, doctor.

"Nothing is unclean

to those who are pure. "

God bless you.

And thank you.

How will you return?

By foot! Chanteloup

is less than one hour away.

For me ... two hours!

You're not afraid of wolves?

Wolves?

What wolves?

Did you not hear?

You are like children ...

There's no wolf!

Since long time ago.

Hearing,

it is the north wind in the valley.

Everyone knows that!

You're not going to lose yourself?

Do not worry,

I have my map.

Sure ...

What I say,is that

this is because of the wolves!

Sh*t!

"Mom!" shouts the French soldier,

while he's struck to the heart by the enemy bullet.

Because France is a mother to him.

She has tenderness, authority ...

and holiness.

And it is because she is a mother

the soldier,

although he does not like death,

rescues her,

and died on her bosom

shouting "Vive la France!"

Give! Generously!

give all

for the spoils

our heroes

died far from France

they should be repatriated before they

rot in a foreign land.

Professor Beaumont arrives

in a moment.

Albert ...

come with me.

Kaiser awaits you

to stop the war.

Doctor Volli?

Good morning. I'm Dr. Volli.

Thank you for having me.

This is normal, between colleagues.

- How old is your patient?

- Excuse me ...

This is me, Dr. Volli.

Doctor, do you know

this man?

I'm sorry, but since we

sent the wounded on the front,

this is no longer a hospital,

it's a shambles!

We do not have uniforms

for patiens,

and we are only ten

for all three pavilions.

In fact,

you know, your Degrce?

I've never seen him.

This complicates everything.

Why?

We had a sort of ...

"mutiny" in the basement.

As one experienced within the army

last year.

Subversion is like madness,

Is not it?

Of course, we have restored order.

But some insane

took the opportunity to spin,

and other exchanged

their registration numbers,

so we no longer know

who is who

with few exceptions.

If I had known,

I would have all been tattooed!

But it will not happen again.

As you have seen,

I found something

to identify fugitives.

What thing?

"Brand"!

"The bruises and injuries

found on the bodies of children

"were caused by falling

when breaking ice,

"by the ice itself,

or roots,

"pieces of wood,

or nails of victims

"clinging together

when drowning. "

I do not see

the connection of this report

with the case of the patient.

Another fad

of my predecessor.

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