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A plague on my legs!

You traitors!

My throat's parched.

I've slept 50 years and I'm dying of thirst.

Now, I feel alive again.

No one in Ste-Lucie knew what was behind

the boarded-up window of the old Walker home.

My big brother Olivier found out.

We're setting out on a dangerous adventure...

because of Olivier, etc etc.

So you started all this?

I didn't even know about the secret room.

Secret room?

What were you doing in the house?

Trying to rob it?

Not even that?

It was just for kicks?

Give us one good reason.

Look, Olivier, we know you wouldn't do anything wrong.

Don't tell us tall tales, just the truth.

I've told you ten times already!

How long will you keep me?

Long as it takes.

One last time, OK?

No make-believe.

Just the truth.

Alright, I'll tell you the truth one more time.

You asked for it.

You're inviting a friend over for a weekend of sports.

Time...

two hours.

Length...

150 words.

Now, let's say this is your page.

At the top,

to the side, write the place:

Ste-Lucie-de-Bagot.

What are you waiting for? After him!

Lazy dogs!

Claude Petit!

Benoit Painchaud!

Give me that!

This explains your good marks. Where's it from?

We found it in the school yard.

Report to the principal's office Monday at 8 a.m.

You're lucky he's absent.

There are two words I want you to use

at least three times...

Olivier...

write me five pages on paying attention in class.

That'll teach you to clown around.

OK, adjust your watches.

His jacket's still there.

Hi Benoit.

Thanks for you poem!

It's really cool.

Well, uh... see you.

So you're a poet?

Just go look for him!

Laurent Saint-Pierre! What is this?

Weren't you in class? - No time, I'm writing a novel.

Close the door. - Get real!

Out of my locker. And take this off!

Maniac! - School!

Can't I work in peace?

Where's he from?

Hi, can I have my notebook?

Mme Blanchette confiscated it.

You promised to be careful!

If I get in trouble...

I didn't tell on you. I said I found it in the school yard.

I was on my way to warn you.

OK, I'll say I lost it.

Are we still going to a movie Saturday?

Of course, no problem.

I just wanted to say, I loved your poem.

Quite the lady's man. - Find him?

We forgot the bathroom! - Watch his locker.

Check down there.

He's not here!

I got him! C'mon out, Olivier Saint-Pierre!

Move it!

We know you're here! - Come out!

Or we'll break the door down!

Why am I always being disturbed? It's not fair!

When an artist can't work, all humanity suffers.

Did you know that?

Let's go. We'll settle this later.

Just a sec.

Is it possible no one noticed?

They can't all have forgotten.

Anyway, I don't even have real friends.

I better watch myself, I'm starting to see things.

That's not normal.

Life's so boring!

Thought we'd forgotten you, huh?

Get off!

Quiet, scallywag!

Find him? - No.

And you? - He vanished.

Are you on the run, too?

He can't be far.

Leave me alone!

I don't know you.

Who are you, anyway?

I am Philippe Ambroise Dubuc De Beauchêne...

nephew of the illustrious Chevalier De Beauchêne de Cuba

and a Brother of the Coast.

Get back!

Take it easy, mate. Are you afraid?

You look as if you'd seen a ghost!

But then, if truth be told, I am a ghost.

There's no such thing as ghosts. You can't fool me.

You doubt my word? You require indisputable proof?

Yeah.

So be it.

Watch this, sailor.

Tell me if any mortal can do this.

Awesome, no?

Ghosts have a varied arsenal of tricks to scare the living...

a favorite hobby.

I'm still learning the ropes.

Scaring people bores me...

I, who was the terror of the Seven Seas!

I humbly seek your friendship, my boy.

Why me?

A spell forces me to return among the living

twice each century, for only 3 days.

I must ask the first person

I met born on my birthday for help.

And if I'm not mistaken, today is your birthday.

Who told you?

I was meant to know.

Take my head.

Quick, there he is!

Where? - There!

By the shed.

Not here.

He must've climbed under to the Walker yard.

Watch it! I banged my head.

You're stepping on my fingers!

Careful, Petit! Warn me before you back up!

I was wrong, it's a dead end.

The scoundrel took my hat!

Still, we foiled your enemies!

They're not enemies.

Besides, they'd never have caught me!

Where are we?

Is this Mr. Walker's house?

Yes and no.

You see, a long time ago, this was an inn.

It was in this very room that I died.

If you died here... How'd you die

anyway?

By treachery and by love.

I'd come to settle business for my uncle.

Alas...

it was winter, and many ladies

were lonely, with their husbands away logging.

Courtesy demanded

I regale them with my adventures.

Finally, I arrived at this quiet inn

which perfectly suited my delicate mission.

There, I was received by a ravishing beauty!

Never had I met a creature as graceful...

...as charming...

...as pleasant of character.

My friend...

I fell in love with her on the spot

and she appeared to share my sentiments.

The vixen!

She planned to kill me that night, the better to rob me

no doubt.

I must've been poisoned: I fell asleep, and woke up as a ghost.

I'd have died that night anyway

for three men had come to the inn to slay me

on the order of my uncle's sworn enemy, Captain Monbars!

Tonight, he dies!

Good as done!

The poison saved me

from their swords...

Before they could kill me, they too were poisoned by my beloved!

You're in love with the woman who poisoned you?

Oh, indeed!

Madly in love!

I died dreaming of her

and haven't stopped for 250 years.

A lasting impression!

Your name?

Olivier Saint-Pierre

Well, Olivier...

I need your help to break the spell that made me a ghost.

Will you help me? - Sure, but how?

Child's play.

Just fetch me a golden case

from the Dominican Fathers.

It contains a letter for my uncle.

When I deliver it, I'll be freed from the spell

and cease being a ghost.

Alright, I'll help you.

I have to go, my parents will be worried.

Do you want to come?

I'm not sure it's a good idea, sailor.

I'd hate to spook your friends.

Come on!

Hi, anybody home?

Anybody home? It's me!

Dad? Mom? Are you home?

Laurent?

Are you there at least?

Pipe down, you'll waken the dead!

You alone? Are Mom and Dad gone?

Yeah, Carole Bonin's going to sit.

You're home late. - Not that late.

Gadzooks!

Why're you hanging around? What's up?

I don't want you to leave your stuff

all over.

I brought a friend.

Where is he?

That's funny.

He was there two seconds ago.

Aren't you too old for make-believe friends?

He was just here two seconds ago, I swear.

I'll be in the dining room.

And put away your boots!

Sailor!

I saw people. It's a trap! Let's run for our lives.

A trap?

Were they kids? - Who cares? We're outnumbered!

That's OK, I'll go see.

Let me handle it.

I'll wait till they show themselves.

If they try anything, I'll rescue you.

That's it.

Surprise!

Happy birthday!

You sure tricked me!

You're always doing it to us, it's our turn!

Blow out the candles. - In one breath!

Guess we chose a bad day to beat him up.

Seems kind of mean.

Look at that cake!

I'm sure there's enough for us.

Will you be alright?

Hurry, I don't want to be late. Cantin can be a real pain.

We'll be home early, we're just taking a client out.

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Move it!

OK, I'm coming.

Call us if you need to. - I have the number.

See that? Radical decoration, huh?

Olivier's mother is a sculptress.

Looks too old for modern art.

It's soft!

The Saint-Pierre's are strange.

Why don't they make walls thick enough to hide in anymore?

Coming.

Hi.

It's your birthday?

Yeah.

Well, happy birthday.

Thanks, that's nice.

This is all we had.

But it's super cool!

Can we come in?

Hi Benoit!

Glad to see you.

Come on in.

Philippe?

Mr. Beauchêne?

Are you there?

You got icing on the wall.

Yeah.

From Benoit.

Put it on, let's dance!

Careful not to break anything or make a mess.

Roll up the carpet.

Didn't you say you'd give me that tape?

I know.

I was waiting for their next album, to give you a better present.

Are you mad at me?

Your eyes are all big and fiery.

They're pretty.

Mind my saying so?

Whose hat?

Well, make your move.

Benoit's kissing Hélène!

Come see, fast! Carole!

Get lost, kid! - C'mon, hurry up!

Beat it! - Mind your own business!

He's covered in lipstick! - Jealous? Want some too?

Get off me!

Disgusting!

Are you hiding?

I must.

Three blackguards are after me. I feel them nearby.

May I hide with you?

Tell no one you saw me.

Beauchêne's in there.

I can't see him, but I feel him.

El Diablo... we're freezing!

Make it fast.

And be quiet!

Thanks.

You walk through walls?

That's a long story, sailor.

A sad one, too.

You see... I'm a ghost.

Did you hear?

Scared? - No, why?

I'm not afraid of people who're different. I'm no racist.

I want this one.

Which one? - This one.

Thanks.

A good Canadian fur coat!

It's so soft!

So, how do I look?

Hey, guys, get a load of those two jerks.

Must be immigrants who steal our jobs.

See'em?

You or me?

Go ahead, mate, have fun.

Cowards!

Kids today!

Wait up!

Go home, you pest.

Why can't I come with you? - You're too young.

I'm going to tell Mom.

Why's Hélène going? Cause she's a girl?

Idiot! I'm taking her because...

Leave me alone!

Does she know about the ghost? - What ghost?

You know. Or have you met

more than one?

Never tell anyone, understand?

People call me a dreamer, now they'll think I'm crazy too.

I don't get you. You act like you're ashamed you met a real ghost.

You should be proud!

Would you at least shut up!

Wait here.

School's dumb, it's no fun.

It's the pits, just for twits.

Should be banned, was hated by prehistoric man.

Would you like to visit the seminary museum with me?

What?

A museum?

Sounds boring.

The song's no good. - Yes it is.

The part about ''prehistoric man''?

No, I mean the other song.

Try changing notes.

Quiet, sailor!

Get over here, quick!

He went this way.

Over there.

Wait!

You imbeciles! He went down here.

Get out of my way!

Tricked them!

This may come in handy.

I ran here backwards

spun three times

ran to the road, then walked back here

in the same tracks. You see?

To follow my tracks, they'll have to go in two directions

and both are wrong, since I'm here, nice, and warm.

Understand?

Going with Olivier to the museum?

I think it's preferable I'll lay to

till those thugs disappear.

I won't tell anyone.

You still here?

Go on home.

I'll wait outside.

You going with him?

He won't tell you,

but he has to steal this thing.

Olivier saw a ghost on his birthday.

The thing's bewitched, so ghosts can't touch it.

The ghost asked Olivier

to get it for him, see?

You drink too much ink, Laurent. Where you from?

Coming, Hélène? - Yeah.

Forever hunted, ever a fugitive.

Am I condemned to this for eternity?

For two centuries I've endured bone-rattling cold

though my passion still burns hot.

Will I ever see you again, my fair poisoner

outside the realm of the dead?

Even death's 100 times better than eternity without you.

The Devil take it!

Why did you slay me when love was about to unite us?

Fate is cruel, fairest one.

Oh miserable destiny!

To your health, my love.

But how is it possible

that in 91,232 days spent asleep

I dreamt of no other woman?

I knew women enough to fill 20 sailors' dreams.

Must be sorcery.

Enough, you fools!

You know it's bewitched!

History...

I taught it for 43 years, 28 in missions to the poor.

It's edifying for a poor people to know its history

even if history consists of actions that are rarely edifying.

I'm almost as old as this museum...

Well, not quite...

But I'm just as forgotten, that's certain.

Since the fire razed the north wing of the Seminary

the old chapel's used for storage.

Here...

the bequest of Robert Chevalier, called De Beauchêne.

Read the inscription.

His end drawing nigh, De Beauchêne felt remorse for his life of crime.

He sought pardon from the Church and Law.

The authorities of New France signed a document

granting his request.

But the messenger never arrived to pick it up.

Legend has it that

de Chevalier's soul waits before...

...the gates of hell, refusing to enter

in the hope of one day receiving his pardon.

The Chevalier was very superstitious.

He asked that his pardon be kept in a special gold case.

Look at it, covered in holy symbols.

More pagan than Catholic really.

Where's the rest from?

Back then,

the Church sometimes sold pardons in return for gifts.

No one must've wanted these things.

For coins and jewels went to build the Seminary, it is said.

There's no proof.

What about that stuff there?

It comes from all over...

Thailand, Burma, China

Egypt...

Why couldn't the Chevalier get his pardon himself?

It was far too dangerous.

Anyone could have turned him in, had him hung and then

shared his treasure with the judge, witnesses, and lawyers.

No, the Chevalier needed his pardon.

And the messenger?

No one knows. He was the Chevalier's nephew.

A young braggart, a dissolute womanizer of the worst kind

we're told.

Angered that his nephew hadn't returned,

the Chevalier had a spell cast on him by a voodoo priestess

condemning him to roam the earth dead or alive,

until he completed his mission.

Excuse me. Hélène, we have to go.

We're talking!

Already?

Did you find enough for your report?

Come back whenever you like.

Goodbye.

We have to stop that boy!

If Philippe gets the pardon, Monbars will kill us!

Friends, what have we to fear?

How can the boy give Philippe the pardon

when we've scuppered him?

Now, we'll let him carry for us

the object that eludes our grasp.

Be patient.

For now, grab all this.

It will calm Monbars and make him forgive our delays.

The Seminary break-in! Nothing's too good...

The plot thickens, kid.

I only took the pardon, nothing else.

I even wanted to return it.

Philippe hadn't come for it.

I was scared how this ghost story might end.

This one's going to end badly for you.

Tell me it was a prank for the school carnival.

I believe any reasonable story.

I only took the pardon. The pirates took the rest.

Pirates, ghosts... He must think we're idiots.

Cut the bull!

You want the truth?

Then shut up and listen.

When we got home

my parents discovered someone had drunk the booze

they keep hidden in the kitchen.

They didn't believe it wasn't us and sent us to bed.

Laurent?

These three can't be statues.

The flash turned their eyes red. You see?

Philippe never said they're after the pardon, too.

Scared?

Look, it's not normal to see ghosts.

I'd better stop, or they'll think I'm crazy and lock me up.

Yeah, you're scared.

Pest. Leave me alone, inkman.

You may be older

but I bet you check under your bed for monsters before you go to sleep.

With Julie it's harder.

After ''Julie, I love you truly'' ...

Julie, my hot tamale!

Jerk!

Wait till the two of them find out what you're up to.

You're dead.

Benoit's changed.

He's cheating on me.

With who?

Julie. - Now that's insulting!

What should I do?

We girls have to show we're more mature than boys.

But how?

Scratch out his eyes!

Cut it out!

Come on! Late again!

We'll never be ready for the school carnival.

Get going!

What's that unholy racket?

Let's go!

Hurry!

School's dumb. School's dumb. School's dumb.

School's dumb, it's no fun.

It's the pits, just for twits.

Should be banned, was hated by prehistoric man.

It's Olivier! They took him!

OK, stop it! Cut!

They kidnapped Olivier. There were three of them

armed to the teeth with guns and knives.

They took him to their hide-out behind the Walkers.

See their red eyes?

It's stuck. - I saw them go in there.

Keep trying, it's coming.

What are you doing? - Taking notes.

If I never see him again, I can write about it.

What's all this stuff?

We're in the pirates' lair, but no one's here. Not even Olivier.

The pirates might be here.

There's so much junk it'd be easy to hide.

Look at all this stuff!

Been a while since anyone cleaned up!

Look! I found a door!

The wood's warm.

You hear?

Go on, open it!

Relax, will you?

A tropical beach in the house? Gimme a break!

That's it, I've had it.

It's crazy.

Liars eventually contradict themselves.

Even those who tell the truth do. How does he do it?

Sorry, I asked you not to smoke.

It's not allowed in public buildings.

Can I go on? This is when it starts to get interesting.

We'd discovered what was behind the old window:

a door through time and space.

So Philippe could get back to his uncle once he had the pardon.

I'm dreaming.

It's not normal. - May seem like a dream

but I guarantee it's real. - Let's go!

Hey, look!

Fur coats? - From back home, no question.

Wait here, I have to pee.

Make it quick! - Boys!

Look, he has to go.

Scoundrel!

Trying to drown me!

Come here! - Come back, you swine!

That's an order, you snot-nosed scamp!

There's a head.

Why, you're friends of Olivier the dreamer.

Who is that? - It's the ghost Olivier met.

Help dig him out!

Before he bakes in the sun.

Thank you!

My gratitude is surpassed only by my shame at meeting you

in such a humiliating position.

There were 3 cut-throats.

I'd have routed them handily had they not taken me from behind

knocked me out and left me here, cowards.

Too late, he's half-baked.

Do you mean them?

None other. El Diablo, El Cachiporra and El Moribundo.

In the service of Monbars

the Exterminator

my uncle's sworn enemy.

They took Olivier. - With the pardon?

Alas!

My uncle will be furious if Monbars gets the pardon.

The heat has turned the wine.

I fear you may never see your brother again.

No way!

We'll save him.

You'll be risking your lives.

You willing?

Yes! - We are!

I guess.

Then get me out. There's no time to waste.

Look what I found.

Cachiporra's bandanna. They went this way.

We have to hurry!

What if it's an ambush?

After sailing for 32 days straight

we were all sick, dreadfully sick.

This way!

Looks like we're out of luck. This is a dead end.

They can't have scaled it.

Only birds can get up there.

The clues we found were too easy.

They set us on a false path.

It's hopeless.

Quick, I found a cave!

We're coming!

A cave?

Go get our gear. We'll need the flashlights.

I don't like this.

Look, a row-boat!

Where? - You're right!

An underground river.

Careful, it's really slippery.

I'll burn myself on these torches.

What do we do now?

The Devil knows where this leads.

Only one way to find out!

Bats! Can they hurt you?

No, not really. Here we go. Watch it.

It's freezing.

Hey, look! The way out!

It's beautiful.

This is neat, huh?

It's awesome.

Finally!

Hey, Mr. Philippe!

Can we eat these?

These... - If you want a stomach ache.

It contains a powder

that causes terrible rashes and itching!

We fed it to prisoners who didn't pay their ransom.

Opens their purse.

Wow, ecological itching powder! Let's take some.

Look, a rope.

They used it to tie up Olivier.

We're on the right path. We'll catch them!

It's too far! - We'll be there before night.

I'm starving. Isn't there anything to eat?

Alright, so I got lost. Tomorrow's another day.

For now, dig in.

This is tasty, and will stop your stomachs' rumbling.

Pigs love'em. Roots are good, you know.

Did you ever run out of food at sea?

Oh yes.

Many times, on my uncle's ship

we had only our shoes and gloves to eat

and the handles of our knives.

When they were gone we'd eat mast grease

cockroaches and rat feces.

Spiders would have spun webs between our teeth

had we not managed to hook a big shark.

How do rat feces taste?

Better than shark.

That's no life!

No, the sailor's lot was a very cruel one.

Life was far better for us buccaneers.

We were our own boss, we all ate the same food,

the crew elected a captain, who we could chuck out

if he was unjust or cowardly.

What's more, each buccaneer had to sign

the charter party - What's a charter party?

It was a contract setting out

each buccanneer's share of the booty

and compensations such as for battle injuries.

A union agreement. - A what?

A union agreement. - Pardon?

It's what you said, but now.

What I said now? - Yeah.

I see.

What's that?

What is it?

Don't be scared, just a bullfrog.

A bullwhat?

A frog.

That? That's a frog?

By my life, I'd have sworn it was a lion.

Like the ones I hunted in Mexico.

No lions in Mexico.

Not anymore!

Mr. Philippe, can we go on?

Sure, sailor. - So your uncle was a pirate?

He was a buccaneer, among the most famous.

He was born near your village

and was feared for his razor-sharp sword and tongue.

One day he captured a British ship and...

''Pretty girl, how I prize your diamond eyes

your carnival-queen smile...''

He's so sweet!

''Pretty princess, Name any feat, and if I'll complete

near you to be, my lovely Julie!''

Julie! That creep!

What'd I do?

Don't ever talk to me again!

You were asking for it.

What's wrong?

What happened?

Mr. Philippe...

Will we find my brother?

Or will we get lost and never see home again?

Hey, over there.

I'm tired of walking!

Look, there's smoke.

A village. We'll ask the people.

Yeah, maybe they saw Olivier. - Let's go.

Show them the painting.

What is it? - Who knows?

They were just here, with Olivier.

Let's go after them.

Look, down there! - They'll hear!

They're too far away.

Sad fate, we arrived too late!

We could always...

They may not all be like him.

I'm sure it'll work.

I know,

we'll make a pea-shooter.

Philippe!

Y'know the row-boat...

Is it time?

Yes, the tide's going out.

Hide under the canvas.

Get down!

Quick!

Finally, I can fill my belly!

I know.

El Diablo's manners hardly inspire trust. That boor.

He's a peasant!

So he didn't explain

why he brought you here?

No sir, he didn't.

Do you know what's inside

the case you're wearing?

Yes, the Chevalier De Beauchêne's pardon.

Yes. The pardon of my friend De Beauchêne.

Open it and give it to me.

I'll hand it to my friend personally.

He'll be so pleased!

Only the pardon. I don't want the case.

Keep it as a souvenir, for your troubles.

I only want the pardon.

Once I have it, Cachiporra will take you back home.

Tralala lala lala.

You do it.

It's Monbars!

Let's go back while we can!

Not without my brother.

Happy birthday, lad. You see, the captain wanted this day

to be special for a special boy.

This is my daughter, Èvelyne.

Why didn't you wait with the cake?

I'm sorry, I thought I heard you call.

I didn't call. You know full well.

Why don't you blow out the candles?

Go on! Make a wish and blow!

There are too many.

Try, the sea air strengthens your lungs, you'll see.

Bravo, Olivier!

You'll have your wish.

Happy birthday!

Don't believe him. He's a liar.

Èvelyne! Stop it. Sit.

It's her!

My beloved, my fair poisoner!

Forget about girls!

You're in no position to give advice!

OK, here I go.

Since your wish will be granted

tell me what it was. To see your mother again?

For Philippe not to be a ghost.

What? Philippe's a ghost?

Yes. He asked me for help.

You saw him? Where is he?

Enough!

Stop talking about that braggart!

He's greatly harmed his uncle

my friend.

Open it and give me the pardon.

No way.

Then I... won't give you any cake.

Out with him!

The night air will bring to his senses.

Don't throw him over.

The bay's infested with man-eating sharks!

We'll talk tomorrow.

That boy irritates me.

He really gets my goat.

If I don't calm down, I'm going to do something terrible!

Terrible.

That would cheer me up.

Stop!

Don't move!

Let's play spin the bottle.

Do you believe in hell, El Moribundo? I do.

And if I get my hands on Beauchêne's pardon

I won't see you there.

You're a hard man to kill.

Or the devil won't have you.

A plague!

It's too quiet. I don't like it!

Yeah.

And fog... with a full moon.

It's a bad omen.

Maybe for you, but the dice have smiled on me.

I won all your gold!

Don't laugh.

With this fog

spirits haunt the seas.

You know what happens

if they find you asleep?

They go in through your nostrils and eat your brains.

Shut up and play.

Why through your nose?

You sleep with your mouth open.

Don't make me suffer any longer. How can I see Philippe?

I don't know. He disappeared. Let go!

Would you kill me again, my sweet?

Have you no love for me?

Boy, am I happy to see you! You came to get me!

Thanks.

Let's teach those pirates a lesson!

What? - Think about it.

We don't want them coming back for us in Ste-Lucie!

We've a foolproof plan.

We'll make sure they don't try to follow us.

The poison wasn't for you, my dearest.

It was for El Diablo.

I wanted to stop him from killing you.

I seem to recall taking a pitcher of wine at his door.

You poor wretch, that was the poison!

Still, the wine was good.

Mr. Philippe!

Battle stations.

OK, Benoit's ready.

Sound the alarm!

Now what? There's an army of them.

Stop, silence!

Where's the enemy? - Show yourselves!

I knew we should've left while we could.

This is folly. We're doomed!

Relax, it's not over yet.

It isn't? It's not over.

Stop, be quiet!

They're spirits!

See them?

No, nothing.

Who can see them?

The devil take me!

What is it, El Diablo?

Who would dare attack us?

Spirits!

They're all over the ship, Captain!

Spirits of those we killed, come for revenge!

Balderdash!

Cowards!

Are you men or children, scared by mere noise?

Chickens!

Lily-livered milksops.

What is that horrible racket?

It's you, Philippe!

Father, what will you do?

Vent my wrath, daughter.

And cut off a few heads, I hope.

Keep out of my way.

Captain, I concede defeat.

Spare us, and the pardon is yours.

Give him the pardon. Go on.

By god!

I can retire in peace.

So why should I not enjoy

seeing your heads roll.

Monbars... Monbars...

No, get away from me. Go away!

I have the pardon.

You can't hurt me.

Go away! Go away!

There you are, Monbars!

What happened?

My uncle insisted, ''Never open the case, nephew.

It's for me alone.

Should an evil man force you to, he'll find no pardon.''

I see what he meant.

Let's go.

El Diablo, what about the children?

Who cares about them?

Monbars jumped ship leaving me command

and the treasure.

I should thank them.

Gather the crew.

Let's set sail.

Aye, aye. Captain!

Well, Philippe...

Here.

Thank you.

Farewell!

If you keep on writing

would you recount the adventures of the Beauchênes

so that our illustrious name

lives on forever? - It'll be an honor.

Good, but remember this...

I respect your talent,

and will understand if your enthusiasm leads you to embellish

and exaggerate my exploits.

That is the price of an artist's freedom.

You see? Fine.

So don't rein in your imagination.

Be an artist all the way!

Alright. - Good.

My friend...

for your expenses.

Farewell.

We're back!

It was over. We were finally home.

The door through time

behind the window at the Walkers' is closed.

That's why the town clocks hadn't moved in 250 years.

They had lots to catch up.

They gave up the ghost.

I've come too late.

What ill fortune, after all we did.

Took long enough, you laggard!

That's one helluva story.

Yeah. Pretty good.

Even explains why all our clocks went haywire.

It's lovely...

...but impossible.

You have a great imagination, kid

but I'm patient as a mummy.

I'll get the truth out of you.

Inspector, the brother's back.

He says he has the bail money.

Great, what now?

He broke his piggy bank?

He'll show you himself.

Laurent?