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panting breaths
Rattling soles
Here it is !
Oh !
Knock! - Knock! Stop.
Grab it !
Chope it.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I have nothing to pay you, Lansky. I do not have money.
Should not play dice if you could not lose.
It's okay !
You got 24 hours.
Fredo.
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Weekly Balance of 3000 francs.
Single cabin in the infirmary and two meals a day.
This is not Peru, but it's honest.
When are you leaving ? - Tomorrow morning.
I could say I'm a doctor, but no.
I doubt it.
But 24 hours before the start, I'm not picky.
health officer suffice.
Officer either.
NCO, yes. In February, 1940.
And health issue, hopefully, my faith.
In fact, you have no qualifications?
I have no past, but I have for the future.
You will not regret it, sir.
And you do not have another candidate.
So no choice.
Pare slow ahead? - Pare, captain.
So, gentlemen ...
Forward!
Knock !
Knock !
Knock rit.
Goodbye, Lansky.
And fuck you.
Have a nice trip !
Goodbye !
I'll send you a postcard.
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"Urticaria...
"Eczema...
"To treat these infections
"First we apply a very thin and clean linen
"On the part to treat."
Apply a clean, thin linen ...
"In order to get a slight efflu ...
"vation."
Okay.
Clean laundry.
clean linen and ...
And the thin part to treat.
Oh là ! "Dartre...
"Fur... Fur...
"Dartre furfuracée" ?
Fu ...
Fufu ...
Turf...
Not easy to place, that one. Someone knocked.
Yes ?
We take you the piping mechanic.
Who ? - It is in the engine room.
What is he? - fever, tremors ...
You will see.
Attention my drawings! - Slowly. Slowly.
Come on, guys, let's go.
The man groaned.
Ah !
It's been three days and it's getting worse.
And this morning, I found that out.
Oh there ! - 30 years I sailed,
then typhus, I know what it is.
Le typhus ?
It could be worse, cholera.
Le typhus,
it is treatable.
Yes still.
I know what you'll say.
Let's see if you really know.
This is caused by lice, fleas or bedbugs.
You will ask what we shave.
To that disinfects my clothes
and my mattress sulphurous acid and formalin.
Wait ...
Clothing and mattresses, then?
You put me in isolation, right?
Yes.
With this ?
With this...
I will be entitled to the purges against constipation.
And you make me take quinine.
Quinine...
In three weeks...
If I am not dead, I shall be healed.
Exactly.
Thank you Doctor.
You're welcome.
Le typhus ?
Not a word to the passengers, it would panic.
Tell me, you're sure to control the situation?
Captain.
Hello Madam.
Hello sir.
Beautiful day.
Isn't it delicious? I love it.
You should protect your skin.
It's too late.
Si, si.
It shows.
I see a lovely face
under furfuraceous sores.
But it is treatable.
Cris
Pierrot, will wash the dishes.
It will not be by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Louis, take the rolls there.
Put the buns on the table.
This is the calf. We eat for 3 days. That is not eating.
It's fat? - Yes.
20 cm thick.
You can get him to the infirmary? - At the infirmary ?
Thank you.
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Someone knocked.
Yes?
Here is a rare ointment reported Orient.
Made from the secretions of the pistil
d'un Ilang-Onlig. - What is that?
This is a unique plant that grows at the foot of Fuji Hama
and only opens once every 7 years.
This is little.
And it must be butinée by royal bee.
Oh my God!
I recommend a thick layer on the face
at bedtime.
Followed by a glass of water. - On the face ?
No, to drink.
Someone knocked.
Doctor?
Ooh ooh!
Doctor, are you there?
One second, I'm coming.
Right now.
I ask the question, doctor.
You did see ?
It's already...
It's already...
It's less red.
It's much red!
- Et voilà. - I can't believe it.
This preparation is a miracle.
This is what Cleopatra said.
Really?
Cleopatra, too?
Yes Madam. - Listen ...
The pot is small.
I can have more? - That is to say ?
The double?
I have the triple.
Good.
How much?
Twenty ...
Thirty thousand cure.
You want three.
Do the math.
The miracle is not the ointment.
It's you.
Yes, tasks fade, they are clearer.
And the fever down.
How do you feel ?
Better.
And less exhausted.
piping is pulled through.
I'll keep it in isolation as a precaution.
Say, you're doing pretty well.
And you seem happy to be at sea.
I'm.
I think this trip is the chance of my life.
And after that, Doctor?
What are you going to do ?
Register in medical school.
Soft music
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Whistle
* - Saint-Maurice, 10 minutes off.
Attention, madame.
It's him ! - Huh?
Revealed!
You did not tell me. - What?
It was...
It was...
That was it?
Grand.
Very large.
Ms. Parpalaid, I presume.
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