Les Anges gardiens
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:44:02
Come now...
:44:03
Father may leave.
You, open your bags.

:44:07
I don't have any. Is that a crime?
:44:10
Calm down, my son.
:44:11
- Hong Kong-Paris with no bags?
- No, none.

:44:15
It's true. How odd.
:44:18
Very odd.
Let's go take a closer look.

:44:21
Don't go away.
:44:23
- We'll wait outside.
- I'll be back.

:44:28
How did it go?
:44:30
It was very positive.
Wasn't it, kids?

:44:33
- We slaved away.
- Yes, we got some good work done.

:44:37
Who's the kid's mother?
:44:40
I'm the uncle, after all!
:44:47
You're pretty hot in mourning.
:44:50
Who am I mourning?
:44:57
- Jerome seems happy.
- He's a good worker.

:45:03
What a babe!
:45:04
Father? I'm his mother.
:45:07
Mrs Ciccolini...
my deepest sympathy.

:45:11
Hey, I'm Lucky, Antoine's brother.
:45:15
You're the former seminarist?
:45:18
What? Oh yeah...
:45:19
Look. It's your mommy.
:45:23
What's wrong with him?
:45:26
He's onto us.
:45:28
Let me stay with you.
:45:29
Don't you recognize your mommy?
:45:33
Don't be silly...
:45:36
She's not Mommy.
:45:37
Kiss your mommy.
:45:41
Why don't you kiss?
:45:43
I'm not his mother.
Antoine made me lie.

:45:48
Nowyou know.
:45:49
I'm sorry, kid.
:45:52
What a circus!
:45:53
They looked up my ass
with a flashlight!

:45:58
Mommy's here.

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