8 Women Page #5

That's ok. Mom had to know.

So you are having a baby?|-Yes.

What does your fiance look like?|Does he resemble daddy?

No.

He's tall and blond,|and has green eyes.

You are my love, my friend|All I dream about is you

You, my love:
You, my friend|I only sing for you

My love, my friend|I can't live without you

My love, my friend|And I don't know why

I've never known any other boys|except you

And if I did|I'll forgot about them

Comparing them makes|no sense anyway

But my heart believes it

And it carries your name

You are my love, my friend|I only dream about you

You, my love:
You, my friend|I only sing for you

My love, my friend|I can't live without you

My love, my friend|And I know very well why

You never know|what happens with love

And I always thought|I wouldn't leave you

I left you |Even though I didn't want to

And sometimes I still sing|for you

But love fades

You are my love, my friend|I only dream about you

You, my love:
You, my love|I only sing for you

My love, my friend|I can't live without you

My love, my friend|And I don't know why?

Is he handsome?|-Yes.

I'm crazy about him.|-Lucky girl. What does he do?

He works in a bank.

His own bank?|-No.

Does he have a car?|-No.

What? Is he broke?

You still thinks|money makes people happy?

Does he have a brother?|-No.

Too bad.

You are much too young|for a boyfriend.

Too young...|Always the same!

I'm not a baby anymore!|I'm sick of it.

"Don't read. Don't throw stones.|Don't smoke!

Don't, don't, don't!"

And you dare lecture me?|After what happened to you?

I don't want you to make the same mistakes.|I want to protect you.

Me? Don't you worry about me.

Mom?

What is it?|More shocking news?

No, that was all.

A slut!

A slut, that's what you are.

Those things happen.

In your circles yes.|In ours people get married first.

"Circles" no longer exist.|That's progress.

Should I congratulate her then?|-You could be a bit more forgiving.

We can do without your advice.

I just want to help.

If I remember well,

your belly was getting bigger too,|when you married my brother.

Shut up, you snake!

Thank god Marcel was around.

In detective novels it goes like this:

One of us is lying.|That's the killer.

What helps her is other people|lying, but for other reasons.

To find the murderer,|we must all tell the truth.

Listen...

I have something to say...

Augustine! It's her heart.

Chanel, boil some water.|Suzon, get her medicine.

Where are they?|-In her night drawer.

She needs an injection!

Louise, get the medicine cabinet.|-Me?

I'm not a nurse.|I'm the maid.

But only you can do it!|Refusal is a crime.

As a maid I only do the housekeeping,|laundry and meals.

You can go to jail|if you refuse.

Everyone must know his place.

What if judges become doctors,|or grocers ministers.

Save us your wisdom.|I order you to inject her.

I have no business dealing with|your kind or your grocer...

So madam knows about my kind...?

But because you |ask so nicely,

I'll grant madam|her wishes.

I can't find anything!

She always moves things around.|I'm coming.

Aunt Augustine is looking so pale.

Isn't she faking?|-She's gaining conscience.

Her medicine are gone.

Someone is trying to kill her.

Baby, how are you feeling?

Terrible. My heart has stopped.

It will start beating again.|-I'm dying.

I need my injection. I'm dying!|-You are not dying.

You faint 2 times a day.

Why is everyone just standing there?

We want to help, but your|medicine is missing.

Missing?|-We were afraid to tell you.

I get it! You want me to die.

Like a mutt in the streets.|So I'm not getting an injection.

That's how it is, isn't it?

Fine! I'll die.

I'm going like I came:|without any help!

With my sick heart.|All alone.

Poor Marcel, only he was pure...|He's dead because of your corruption.

"Gondola of Love", chapter eight.

Mamy!

I've found the medicine.|-Hurry! Quick!

Careful. Watch it.

Where did you find them, Suzon?|-Under someone's bed.

Which bed?|-Your bed, mommy.

Mine? But that's impossible.

Someone is trying to accuse me.|-No doubt.

Whoever is doing this do us|must be our enemy.

There is no other explanation.|-Thinking of me again?

Not in particular.

But you know you are in|Marcel's will.

He told me he left you|2 million.

So, Marcel thought about me?|-Don't act so innocent.

You knew he went to his|notary,

and when you were sure|about your inheritance...

I have a different version to tell.

He wanted to include me|in his will,

so you interfered|for your own benefit.

Repulsing!|-Is there a will or isn't there?

If there is, it's not|looking good for me.

But if there isn't,|you are in trouble.

I know the answer.

There is none.

I was talking to daddy|about it yesterday

He said,

"I'm glad you know.|I'll be seeing my notary tomorrow.

I won't forgot you."

A clever way of saying,

"I'm innocent, daddy was going|to put me in his will."

What a despicable insinuation!|You are a monster, Suzon.

I'm not accusing you.|I'm telling you like it is.

You dare to lecture me?

Look at your mother!|And repeat what you just said.

How can you be so bitter when you|went through the same thing?

I'll never get over this.

Excellent acting!|-Shut up you!

Why don't you tell us where you where last night.

I'll save that for the police.

Surely with a man?

I'm dying. Hurry up!

You aren't dying, dearest.|Here's your shot.

Wonderful...

I saw something else under your bed.|-What?

Your bags. Packed...|Ready to leave.

Did you have any plans?

None of your business.

Tell me one thing.

Was daddy my real father?

I don't want to talk about that.

I have a right to know.|You were pregnant when you married daddy.

Tell me!

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's all in that past.

Marcel raised you like|his own daughter.

Who is my father?

A man I loved.

You have his eyes.

His cheek bones.

His face.

It often touches me when you smile.

I look at you, but I see him.|In you.

Where is he now?

He died before you were born.

In a car accident.

I think about him every day.

Seeing you...

Having him so near me...

makes me happy and sad.

Louise not wanting to help!

That isn't normal.

Leave that girl alone.|Why would she kill him?

Because personnel nowadays|isn't what it used to be.

By the way, Chanel,|I don't understand something.

You said you left the house|around midnight.

But I saw you coat and scarf

around 1.30 am,

when I went to get my knitting|in the living room...

You aren't so quiet usually.|Answer me!

Yes, answer.

I came back after 1 am.

Why didn't you say so?

Because I thought you would find|the murderer immediately.

Why did you come back?

I was looking for Pierrette.

And did you find her with daddy|around 1 am? -Yes.

Why where you looking for Pierrette at that hour?

I cannot say...

We decided to tell the truth.

I love Pierrette|and I wanted to protect her.

She likes the wrong kind.

I can't believe it.

Chanel, you love women?|-Is there a law against it?

Do you have something to complain about?|-But...

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