8 Women Page #6

You must... You are ill.

Chanel's personal life is none|of our business.

Sinners understand each other!

Mamy, stop being so prejudiced!

Where were we?

You wanted to protect Pierrette.|But from what?

I was jealous of her love for Marcel.

It's getting better and better!

Marcel and I were brother and sister,|nothing more.

Maybe as kids...|-It depends on the family!

Forgive me, Pierrette.

Chanel, I trusted you completely!

You raised my children!|-I did nothing wrong, madam.

Without me, your daughters would|have had nothing.

I won't stand and listen to this.

Especially to someone of your... nature!

If the police arrives,|I won't spare you.

As you wish, madam.|I have nothing more to hide.

Not to be alone

We get a dog

Surround us with roses

Or worship a cross

Not to be alone

We believe in fairy tales

Are fond of memories

A shadow, anything will do

Not to be alone

We long for spring

And when it's over

We long for the next

Not be alone

I love and wait

It makes me believe

That I'm not alone

Not to be alone

Not to be alone

Girls like girls

And boys

Like other boys

Not to be alone

Some children have

Children who are alone

Just like other children

Not to be alone

We build cathedrals

Where all lonely souls

Hold on to a star

Not to be alone

I love and wait

It makes me believe

That I'm not alone:

If you ladies are interested in the whole truth,|I have some more...

interesting information to add.|-What is it now?

Marcel and your new maid|have known each other for 5 years.

What?

5 Years of hotels|and secret weekends.

This winter you were looking for a girl,|so Louise had herself hired.

Now that's what I call "taking care of house".

You have enough problems|of your own.

Did you already knew Monsieur?

Yes.

So you thought of this plan|to come work here?

Yes. We were attracted to each other.

That surprises me.|You are so ordinary.

Maybe it was time for an |ordinary woman.

He probably paid you.

Madam is always thinking about money.

But if you rather believe that...

I'm not believing anything, I want to know.

With a little imagination...

I gave Marcel orgasms|like he had never experienced before.

In a way you didn't want to find out.|-Keep those obscenities to yourself!

Is it bad to give yourself|completely to someone?

That's the most beautiful thing|you can do in your life.

You missed your calling,|you should have become a non.

I'm talking about love and you laugh.

But madam didn't like it I was |so dedicated to my job...

and relieved her of all her|marital duties.

We shared the same bed.

Stop it. My daughters are here.

Didn't you want to know the truth.

Monsieur's death doesn't change anything.|I'd like to keep working for you.

It keeps getting better.|Nice state of affairs!

Poor Marcel!|I feel sorry for him.

You'd loved to comforted him.|-Is it my turn now?

So you got wind of Louise and|Marcel's affair...

and at night you took revenge!|-How dare you? The girls!

The girls? Catherine is mean and lazy,|ruined by those books,

and Suzon is knocked up.

Yet she's questioning us|as if she were Lady Justice herself!

Girls used to have some self-respect!

Now they go out, smoke, wear pants,|camp and get pregnant.

How sad!

What do expect with such a mother.|Nice example you are.

Why don't you have any children then?|-Because I'm respected!

Is aunt still a virgin?|-Of course! Who would want her?

Gaby, please! Don't torment your sister|any further. She almost died!

Stop protecting her.|And lecturing me.

An alcoholic witch, pretending|to be a cripple widow!

You are a liar. And a hypocrite too,|consumed by your own greed.

I should have let you suffer.

You ungrateful child!

How dare you?|Your husband is murdered.

Daddy too!|-What do you mean?

You poisoned him.|Literally and figuratively speaking.

My heart!

My heart is going to stop beating...

Now I know for sure.

What?|-Everything.

Or almost...|-Spill it!

One piece of evidence is missing.|Everyone stay here!

I have to go check something outside.

Give me 2 minutes,|and I'll explain this murder.

Do you believe her?|-She know's something.

No one was allowed to leave|and you let her go.

She'll get away, it's a trick!|-So she did it?

I figured she did.|Now's she's trying to get away.

There she is again!|Let's hide.

Just as I expected...

Where are they?

Why are they gone?|Where are you?

Chanel!

My God.

Is she dead?|-Because she knew...

Now we know for sure.|-What then?

She's not the murderer.

Say something.

You know something. I know you do.

She won't tell us anything.

You scared me.

Is Chanel ok?|-Yes, the bullet didn't hit her.

But she's not saying anything.

The murderer didn't want to kill her.

Or he's half blind.|She's hard to miss.

Maybe he wasn't wearing his glasses.

If you ask me,|he wanted to scare her.

In any case, I'm exhausted.

Not surprising considering your "dedication".|-Could be.

Since you spy, did you also hear|him moaning with pleasure?

Yes, I mean... I don't know.

But...

Now that we are talking about it,|I would like to...

I would like to ask you something,|Louise.

Yes?

No, never mind.

Go ahead, ask me.

I just wanted to ask how...

How to seduce a man...

You are asking me, the maid, |how I seduced Marcel?

Yes, please.

You know, miss...

Femininity, charm...

and the art of seducing can't|be learned.

You either have it or you don't.

You can try a little.|Hairstyle...

Glasses...

Don't bother|Looking behind

The school board is empty|The chalk has faded

There is no longer a trace

And I live my life, head or tails

Al my feelings, head or tails

For ever and ever, head or tails

It doesn't matter to me|Sometimes I make it

Sometimes I don't

I want to live, head or tails

My love is head or tails

Everything blurred, head or tails

I try everything|Sometimes I get lost

Sometimes I shine

Everyday in front of my mirror

I see dreams appear

And dreams disappear

And time is flying by

But I live my life, head or tails

Al my feeling, head or tails

Every sensation, head or tails

Without hesitation|Sometimes I make it

Sometimes I don't

And I live my life, head or tails

Al my feelings, head or tails

For ever and ever, head or tails

It doesn't matter to me|Sometimes I make it

Sometimes I don't

I can't.

I just can't.

Our dear Augustine!

You always wanted daddy too.|Too bad he went for the maid.

B*tch! Just as mean as your mother.

As long as I'm no longer a|virgin at your age.

I've had it.|We must get out of here.

I don't want to be humiliated any longer.

Mommy, can you hear me? Say something!

What did the knife in |Marcel's back look like?

Louise says it was a dagger,|but she may be lying.

If you couldn't see the blade,

then how could she know?

Stop tormenting yourself.

It's no longer our problem.|Let's go pack.

What if the handle was not made of|bone but something else?

It couldn't be a fishing knife...

You are confused|by what Gaby said.

What did Gaby say?|-That you killed father.

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