8 Women

I'm going in, mam.

Mamy.

Suzon! My granddaughter.

Were you sleeping?|-No, just resting.

I'm happy to see you at Christmas.|-So am I.

How are your legs?|-Every day it's different.

Being old is horrible.

The pain is not the worst thing.|It's being dependent on others,

being a nuisance.

Don't say that.|You know we love you.

As a family you care for each other.

Dear Suzon!

Chanel!|-You are here.

Fat Chanel!|-As fat as ever.

The weather is awful.|-How nice to see Suzon again!

Isn't she looking nice?

Fit for marriage.|-I think so too.

The sooner the better!|-Your father will be happy to see you.

Does he know already?|-He didn't want anyone to wake him.

What? Daddy is still sleeping?

He has been working in|his room all night.

I'm so happy to be home.|This wonderful house.

Your old house!

All that snow makes me|think we are in Siberia.

It's terribly annoying.

Luckily we have a telephone|and a car.

Meet Louise, our new chambermaid.

Hello, Louise.|-Hello, miss.

Had a nice journey?|-Yes, thank you. Except for that snow.

Shall I wake your husband?

No not for while...|-Can I?

No, better leave him.|He didn't want anyone to wake him.

Will there be anything else?

No, thank you, Louise.

Where is that girl from?

From around here, I believe.

She's great! I'm very lucky to have found her.

And she's willing to stay here for the|entire winter. We were lucky.

Aunt Augustine!|You look tired. How are you?

Same as ever.|This taricardia is killing me.

It's tachycardia, aunt...|-Oh well...

It's freezing with all this snow.|Are you back already?

You were kicked out of school?

No, I've come home for Christmas.|I'm getting good grades.

Yes, your mother showed them.|But grades can be forged.

That wasn't very nice.

Can't I ask my niece if she |is trying her best?

Of course you can.|Everything is going fine.

At least someone is happy.|-Are you talking about me?

I'm merely saying my daughter is happy.|-Is that all?

Girls girls, quit it!|Augustine, you are exagerating.

We have nothing to complain.|Gaby has always cared for us.

Not the same as our own home,|but it's thanks to her...

No it's not!|It's thanks to your father, Suzon.

He respected your old and,|sick grandmother...

and a woman of virtue, just like me.

Thanks to Marcel...|-Thanks to both of us, of course.

Don't be so bitter.

You know we love you.|You're not being nice.

Members of a family support each other|regardless of all their imperfections.

Coffee's here.

Ah! Warm brioches!|And I always get toast.

Everyone does, juffrouw Augustine.

Those brioches are my welcome present|for Suzon.

Take one.|-Thanks. I love them.

I have some chocolate in my room.|Tastes even better together.

We must indulge her.|Augustine is like a child.

Nice of your mother|to tolerate her moods.

You call that 'moods'.|I call it rudeness.

But Marcel tolerates her...

Daddy is admirable,|and tolerance is a rare virtue.

Very true. And he's always|in a good mood.

Even now business is not going so well.|-Oh, really?

You know more about|his worries than me.

I stay out of it,|and I like to keep it that way.

I have my problems and|he has his.

A while ago I asked some advice about|selling some of my shares and he said...

You sold your shares?|-No.

He advised me to wait.

Yes, keep them. You never know.

Guess who?|-Catherine!

Little Catherine!

Watch out for my legs.|-Sorry, Mamy.

She's so full of energy.

You rather have her|become like aunt Augustine?

You got a present for me?

English chocolates.|-How original.

Don't 16-year-olds love those?|-I'm almost 17.

You'll always be my little sister.

You're looking good.|-So are you.

You seem to have gained some weight.|-Really?

No, or...|Maybe from eating too much muffins...

Where is daddy?|-He's still sleeping.

He's so lazy.|Shall we teach him a lesson?

A little respect please|He's your father.

I do respect him.|In my own way.

And I admire him,|even if he is a bit old fashioned.

When I was a little girl you told me

Ill-gotten goods never prosper

In the course of my existence

That didn't always hold true

Daddy, you are so out of date

Daddy, you are so out of date

You said:
my child on this earth

You get rewarded for helping someone

Now you have supported all your women

And got nothing back back but deceit

Daddy, you are so out of date

What you have to do

Is pretend you're sleeping in

And wait for someone to come and get you We'll stage your murder and I'll weep

O Daddy, you can trust me

They will profess their love and loyalty

But listen to it around the clock

Their lies will set you free

Daddy, you are so out of date

Daddy, you are so out of date

You said:
this plan is no good

I don't reckon anyone can abuse me

But eventually truth will be uncovered

That will surely blow your brains out

Daddy, you are so out of date

Daddy, you are so out of date

Daddy, you are so out of date

Daddy, you are so out of date.

Are you finished with that racket?

There you are!|-I'm furious with you.

What now, baroness?|-You had your light on all night.

I haven't slept at all.

Been reading those despicable books again no doubt.|-What despicable books?

Aunty thinks they are despicable:|detective, spy, adventure novels...

You're too young for those.|-Reading is harmless.

But going to the bathrooms 5 times,|wakes us all.

So what? That was me yes.

Where you feeling sick, darling?

I couldn't sleep thanks to|little miss perfect.

I wanted something to drink.|I was thirsty. Sorry.

As long as it's water...

He doesn't answer.

You can go in then, Louise.|-Alright, Madam.

How can he sleep|with all that noise.

She's so clumsy.|Where has she been trained...

If I wouldn't be tied to this chair...

Madam!

Madam!|-What is wrong?

Monsieur...

But what is it?|-Monsieur... It's terrible.

What's wrong with him?

He's lying dead on his bed...|with a knife stuck in his back.

You're mad! What are you saying?

He's dead. Blood everywhere.|It's horrible.

Mama...

Mama.

oh baby, sweetheart...

Must be horrible to see for such a |confused child. And she's so nervous already!

Watch her for a moment will you.

Watch her.

Mom?

Are you sure?

I have to go.|I have to see for myself.

The door is locked!|Catherine, did you lock it?

I'm giving it to the police.

No one can go in before|the police gets here.

The police!

She's right. It's always in the|newspaper. Fingerprints!

But my poor Marcel...|-Here. Go ahead.

Do you think you're up to it?|-yes.

We must see.|-Come!

Careful! Maybe the killer|is still there.

She's right! Close the door. Quick!

Suzon... Suzon...|-Mama.

Business was going poorly.|He killed himself.

No, the knife was in his back.|I saw it with my own eyes.

Well, in that case...

A dagger with a handle of bone.

Monsieur asked for it last night,|to cut some cardboard.

Cardboard? That is weird...|What did he want with cardboard?

We have to call the police.|-Right away?

We have already waited too long.

The line is dead.

Look. The telephone cord has been cut.

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