8 Women Page #7

What's so funny?

It's a despicable lie...

It's not a lie, dear.

It's the truth.

Have you lost your mind?

Why would you have killed father?

There are different kinds of |women, Augustine.

And different times,|different generations.

Your father...

Your father gave me a good life,|without worries.

He gave me everything|I wanted...

He just started his career.

His goal was to make a fortune.

You can't even imagine.

He was brilliant.

He treated me with sensitivity|and respect.

A real gentleman.

But I couldn't stand him!

Can you imagine a life |with a man you don't love?

And who you have nothing|to blame.

Knowing you're stuck with him.

Divorce was out of the question|in those days.

So it's true.

I robbed you of a father...|and of his money.

That's what made me suffer the most.

That's what made you suffer?

You suffered? You?

How dare you say that, when I never|got over my father's death.

Forgive me, dear.

I'll kill you...|-No!

I'll kill you!|-Yes, kill me.

I'll kill you!|-Go ahead!

With my bare hands!|-Do it, quickly!

I'll kill you!|-Hurry up!

Stop it, Augustine!|What are you doing?

She killed daddy.|-I know, but it's too late now.

Kill me please.|-Stop it.

She's mad.|I've been living with a lunatic.

I took care of her, cuddled and|kissed her! And she's insane!

Stop it, both of you!|-A lunatic!

Kill me!|-That's enough!

Mamy? Mamy?

Is she dead?|-Only unconscious. Open the closet.

Really?|-She'll calm down in there.

I'm sick of this.

Really sick.

What's the matter? Are you upset?

Why didn't you ever tell me?

I wanted to protect you.

I ruined my life.

I ruined my life.

No, you are exhausted.

Lie down a bit, Titine.

What a day.

In one day|I've grown 10 years older.

So did I.

It feels good.|-Oh really?

Yes, I feel like a woman now...

instead of a child that no one|takes serious.

Now they listen to me.|They are even afraid of what I have to say.

I'm glad Chanel is unharmed.

Al those awful things|we've heard...

Strange that she's not talking though.

Either she can't, or she won't.|She's protecting someone.

I doubt it.

Tell me...

Do you believe Mamy|poisoned Papy?

I don't know, I hope not.

They hate each other so much,|they lie to hurt each other.

I hope we won't turn out like that.

How does it feel to sleep |with a boy?

Don't you know?|-Of course. But how does it feel?

You liked it?

Well... it depends.

Never mind. Tell me about school.|How is your English?

You are afraid to answer.

Stop all those questions.|Looks like an obsession.

Pardon me.

Never suspected you were so... frigid.

'Frigid'? Is that a new word?

It means your heart is made of ice.|Too cold to feel pleasure.

Stop it.

I'm warning you!

You can't beat me anymore.|I've grown to old for that.

Hit me again and I'll tell |your boyfriend you are frigid.

So what?|You're not even my real sister.

What?

Mom says dad|is not my real father.

That's not true!

Thank god he's not.

How can you say that?

You have to swear you won't tell anyone.

I swear.

The baby I'm having?

It's Marcel's.

Louise? My coat, please.

Just put it there.

No, better put it here.

What are you doing?

Playing lady of the house?|-Yes.

I'm tired of being your maid.

You call this clean? Give me that|piece of cloth. I want it shining.

You are mad!|Where do you think you are?

In a badly managed household.

The lady of the house is incompetent|and doesn't reflect any authority.

How dare you judge me?|You are my servant.

Me working here, was not for myself,|nor for Monsieur...

but for you madam.

Unfortunately you disappointed me today|because of your weakness and mediocrity.

Who is this woman?

Your former employer?

Yes, madam.

And you respected her?

Yes... I loved her.

Darlings, I don't know|where this is going...

Chanel won't speak,|Augustine won't stop crying,

Mamy is making things up|and Louise is getting arrogant.

Where is Pierrette?|-I don't know.

Me neither.

I hope she's not gone.|-Gone?

In the dark, with all this snow?|-That woman is dangerous.

She didn't answer a single question|honestly.

Coffee, madam?|-Yes please.

Louise!|-Yes, miss?

Did you know Pierrette was gone?

She can't be far.

The gate is locked. I don't see|her climbing over the wall.

Are her things still here?|-Her bag is still there.

So who was right?

I didn't suspect either of you.|-How is that possible?

Pierrette and Marcel were having|a fight last night.

Then she spent the night|with Chanel.

This morning she came back|and she killed him.

In stead of going home,|like she said, she waited and came back,

and used the mysterious |phone call as an excuse.

You think so?|-I'm sure of it.

She wanted to get rid of her friend Chanel|or intimidate her.

Madam, look!

Augustine, what happened to you?

Nothing. I just wanted to be pretty for a change.

Can't I be?

Of course you can.

Is that one of my old dresses?|-I borrowed it for a moment.

You don't mind, I hope?|-Not at all.

You look beautiful, aunt.|Nice to see you like this.

Incredible...|A total change.

Get used to it.

What was that?|-It came from upstairs.

Pierrette is coming to kill us.

What shall we do?|-Nothing.

We'll hide this gun and find|out what she's up to. Come on.

Where were you, Pierrette?|-In the bathroom.

Did Chanel tell you anything?|-No, don't worry.

What were you doing in the bathroom?|-Nothing.

Augustine, you look like one |those heroines from your novels.

'The Lady with the Camelias'.|-Don't you like flowers?

Sure I do. Especially camelias.|A flower with no scent.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Well, because of this.

It was in your purse.|-Someone put it there, I swear.

Of course.

Easy to prove. The police won't|find my fingerprints, while...

you did touch it.|-I didn't think of that.

Now listen.

The killer has made sure that|we couldn't call the police.

We must get out of here, it's a matter|of life and death.

The gate is closed.

We'll try climbing over it|using a ladder.

I'm going with you.|-Let's go.

Mom, keep an eye on Pierrette.

Why are you smiling?

You may thank me for keeping|my mouth shut.

About what?

You have a lover.

A lover? Is that your latest discovery?|-No, my first.

I've known for a while...

And that's why I killed my husband?|-I didn't say that.

It's too obvious.

If all unfaithful women did that,|there would be no more men.

Or lovers.|They usually are both.

They want to buy me cars

Jewels and fur coats

You never!

They promise me a fortune

And also the moon

You never:

And every time they call

They tell me I'm beautiful

You never:

They prey to me and worship me

Yet I ignore them

You know

Man, you're a man like any man

I know

And because you're my man, I forgive you

You never

They make up stories

And I pretend to believe them

You never

They promise to be faithful forever

You never

And when they tell me they love me

They need too many words

You never

I don't care for their fortune

Let them send that to the moon

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