8 Women Page #3

About the others...|-Yes?

I'm going back to the kitchen.

I want to tell you a secret.

You're the only one I can trust.|-I'm coming, Mamy.

Your father didn't have any more money.|-That's interesting. Go on.

Out of gratitude for|his hospitality...

I wanted to give him the shares|your grandfather left me.

He refused them.

He said, "Keep your money,|I'm going bankrupt anyway."

So I kept my shares.

But not for long.

They were stolen 2 days ago.|-Stolen?

They put something in my drink.

A little glass after dinner|helps fight the pain.

They've been in my room |and I've been robbed.

They knew where I was hiding them.

Under your pillow?|-How do you know?

Mamy, everyone knows.|-Everyone?

What a bunch of crooks!

Stop the thief! Murder!

Stop the thief!

Good heavens! What's the matter?|Why are you shouting like that?

They stole her shares.|-Her shares!

She's lying! She sold them.|And mine too!

I want my share! Now!

I swear they have been stolen!|-But you never leave your room.

That's not true!|I hear her floor creaking every night.

Don't you ever sleep?|-Never.

I listen. All night long.

If the girls weren't here,|I would tell you what I hear.

My poor Augustine...

I know! Gaby, you stole them,

to give them to who knows who.|Give them back!

Give them back now!

Madam, don't get carried away like that...

You stay out of this!

You dare to spit at madam?

She deserves it! I spit on |her lies!

My poor sister,|I'll get you for this!

Stop it! You act like a bunch of children.|Daddy is dead.

You're right, Suzon.|This is enough. Everyone stays here.

I'm taking the car.

Madam, your bag, your keys...

You should be ashamed of yourself, aunt Augustine.

On the other side of the line

There is your voice

There are words I will never say

Words that hurt|if they can't make you laugh

Words we see all to often|in movies, songs and books

Words I want to say to you

And words I want to live|Words I cannot say

I want to

But I can't

I'm so alone I'd rather die

And I know where you are

I'm coming, wait for me|We're learning to know each other

Give me some time|I'll give you mine

I want to come to you

But I'm staying

I hate myself

I'm not coming to you

I want to, but I can't

I want to talk to you

I want to be with you

Or try to sleep

I'm afraid you are deaf

I'm afraid you are a coward

Afraid I'm being too pushy

I can't tell you

That I love you:
maybe

But if you ever think |that you love me

Don't be afraid for|your memories

Dare to run until|you are out of breath

Then come back to me again

If you ever love me

And have trouble

Finding the right road

Then come back to me again

If you had enough of your life

If every day seem the same

Then think of me

Think of me

But if you:

You think I hate you.|But I love you.

No one understands my love.|They think it's hatred.

Good wine also turns into vinegar sometimes.|-Don't be so mean to your aunt.

She's spoiled by her mother.|Reading all night so I can't catch any sleep.

But I will spare your sister.|-Why?

Because it's none of my business!|I won't tell you that...

she was constantly begging Marcel for money.

And that she wasted it on|God knows who!

But it's none of my business.|You won't hear a word out of me.

Bad news, ladies.|The car won't start.

The engine has been tampered with.

And who did that?|-What do you mean?

Madam, I was only asking.

I'll have to tell the police|you often go out at night,

which everyone knows.

I'll tell the police you|often go out at night,

which no one knows.|-There are laws against perjury.

And there are inheritance laws!|-Meaning?

You know exactly what it means.

Who has a motive?|-You've lost me.

The heir did it.|That's in all detective novels.

Go study your geography!

Suddenly interested in her studies?|-You want me to slap you too?

That's enough.|We'll have to walk.

I'm going.|-I'm going with you.

This isolation is unbearable.

Look! There is someone in the garden.

The killer is back!

I don't feel so good...|-Shut up.

I'm sorry, ladies.

I would never visit my brother uninvited,|especially in this weather,

but this morning someone called me.

A bad joke no doubt.

My brother is supposedly murdered.

Then they hung up. I called |here but the line was dead.

It's stupid, but I got scared.

The baker dropped me off...

Why are you staring at me like that?

It's a joke, right?

Answer me!

Why is his door locked?

How do you know it's his door?|You've never been here.

Marcel, let me in!

Marcel, it's me, Pierrette!|What's going on?

Don't yell like that.|Marcel is dead.

Dead?|I don't believe it.

Murdered.|A knife in his back.

We must ask you a few questions.

Leave me alone, please.

Who called you?|-I don't know.

A man?|-No, it was a woman.

I don't believe you.

Why would I make this up?|-As an excuse to come here.

Even though you've already been here before.|-Never!

Why didn't the dogs bark then?|-How should I know?

Why is the door locked?|-So no one can touch anything.

I want to see Marcel.|Give me the key.

So you can destroy evidence?

Give me the key|or I'll kick down the door!

It's on the piano.

This key doesn't fit.

What?|-See for yourself!

It's another key...

Someone is working against us.

I beg you, stop it.|My nerves are killing me.

We have no other choice.|The key was here.

Anyone of us could have|switched it.

Even Pierrette,|when she went up the stairs.

I'm a free girl

Who changes day and night

Love is a game

I like to play

But one fine day

I like to be tamed

And stop playing

And share everything

What good does it do to be free

If you have no one

to love

I have casual pleasures

And something special now and then

But when push comes to shove

Someone has to pay

And you're even more foolish then me

You teach to wait

And to shiver in prospect

That you'll be mine

What good does it do to be free

If you have no one

Who loves you

Now that your song is over,|when did you last see my husband?

You know we weren't the closest of friends.

Don't tell me you never saw him.

I ran in to him a few times,|in the city.

He loved me very much.

The fact that you didn't allow me|coming here made him suffer.

Well, you're here now.|-Yes.

The telephone call brought us together.

But my brother is dead.

And I've decided to suspect all|of you, out of principle.

Where are our manners?|I'm Marcel's mother-in-law.

This is my other daughter,|Augustine.

My son-in-law allowed us to stay here.|Your brother that is.

So you are Augustine?

We are members of the same reading club.

You're with a reading club?|I thought you hated to read?

Did I say something wrong?

Not at all. Not at all!

I might be a member,|but I never borrow any books.

Oh, really?

But the loose-tongued secretary told|me you borrow 5 love stories a week.

You must be mistaken.|-Maybe.

But last week you were reading|'Gondola of Love'. Weren't you?

'Gondola of Love'?

I didn't think so.|-I read it right after you.

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