8 Women Page #8

Without regret!

Man, you're a man like any man

I know

And because you're my man

I forgive you

You never

I don't understand how a man|can love you.

You probably think you're more attractive?

The desire of a man is an |incompleteness, which we encourage.

No?

Is that how you caught|Chanel in your web?

And seduced her?

Chanel didn't need|me for that.

I'm so disappointed in men,|that I often prefer women.

Believe me,

love between women is|not shocking at all.

It's even so nice you should try it|to forget about all the men.

Did men make you suffer so much?|-Yes.

Even Marcel?|-Especially Marcel.

I got even|with those other men.

My brother was my only family.

When I came here, he was a coward.

He rejected me and locked me out.

I can't forget that.

So I made sure he...

gave me money.|Louise heard it correctly:

"Give me the money or I'll kill you."

If you don't help a sister in need,|you have to pay.

Now you are accusing yourself.

No. You don't kill your benefactor.|Neither of us would.

You think I'm innocent?

I'm sure of it.

I want to thank you for your discretion.

Concerning my daughters.

Naturally...

amongst women.

I have to tell you something.

I should have been long gone.

I wanted to leave my husband.|My bags were packed.

But he was murdered the night|I wanted to leave.

Horrible.

Poor Marcel.

And what's to become of me?

I could give you the money|Marcel refused to give.

That's not necessary. I lied.|He did give it to me.

Why didn't you say so?

I don't have it anymore.|I gave it away.

To a man I love.

Even I sometimes pay.

He needed the money for|a trip to Mexico.

To Mexico?

How much did you give him?|-500.000 francs.

In an envelope?|-Yes, a big blue envelope.

What's the matter?

Don't tell me you...|Who's your lover?

You know. My husband's partner,|Jacques Farnoux.

Jacques is your lover?

That is my envelope...|-You can have it back.

It's empty!

The money is gone.|Someone knew about it.

You took Jacques from me,|just like my brother.

With your neat and tidy looks!

I failed as a citizen, but you|as a whore. I could strangle you.

That's enough!

Stand up! Or I'll shoot.|-Go on.

Shoot! Have the guts.

Do it, you're experienced.

Mom, what are you doing?

Nothing!

We were just talking.

We can see that.|-It's not what you think.

We don't think. We see.

Any success with the ladder?

The wall is too high and there is too|much snow. We would fall on the road.

I could have been killed.|-But that's my coat!

Everyone is stealing from me.

First my sister, now my maid.

It kind of suits me.|-I bet it does. Take it of!

Get Mamy out of the closet.

Mamy is in the closet?|-Yes, she's taking a siesta

Unbelievable!

Mamy, is everything fine?|Answer me!

Where am I? What's happening?

I don't remember anything.|-Some things are better to be forgotten.

I had this strange dream...|Marcel was dead.

Still no police.

Why did you get up, Chanel?

This nonsense has been going on far to long.|I have to tell.

She knows everything.|She's playing a game with us.

The revenge of the servants!|-You are wrong.

It's a sad case of family affairs.|-Well? We are listening.

It's a bizarre story.

Catherine, get over here.

Do you know everything, Chanel?

Yes.

Come one, Catherine. Tell us.

Listen. I'm going to tell you|a nice Christmas carol.

There once was a good man|with 8 women vexing him.

He fought and fought,|but they always won.

Last night, that poor man went to bed|more betrayed and broken than ever.

His 8 women continued as usual.

Fortunately his daughter Catherine, |who was hiding, heard and saw everything.

10 pm. Act 1.

His mother-in-law refused to|give him her shares.

My sweet Marcel,|I know you are bankrupt.

I wanted to give you my shares,|but someone stole them.

The old lady could have saved him,|but her greed made her lie.

Act 2. 10.30 pm.

Augustine, residential serpent,

comes flirting and|spouting the latest gossip.

I really love my sister.|She's...

We're simply very different.

Aunt didn't kill dad.

She just made him more sick.|But that's no crime.

Around 11 pm.:
next attack.

His wife, my mother,|tells him she's going to leave him.

For the man who caused his|bankruptcy,

his partner, Jacques Farnoux!

At 11.30 pm.,|Louise comes in dressed as a vamp.

She's a vicious maid|but also perverted.

Her special talents include|the misfortune of the man of the house.

Shortly thereafter, Pierrette comes in,|daddy's sister.

She milks her cow:|500.000 francs. Not bad!

Thanks.

In the mean time, Chanel is |enchanted by the ex stripper,

a pathetic jealous scene.

Now come to the hunting lodge.

And to tip it all of...

Suzon, his daughter, comes

straight from London, to tell him|she's pregnant.

And then, good night!

Who saw daddy after that?

Are you still listening?|You're all ears now.

Only I remain.|-My little girl.

Poor daddy.

I found him this morning around 6.|He was crying.

A father crying is terrible.|Did you ever see that?

There was a big tear on the tip of his nose.

He said:
"You're a sweet daughter.

A bookworm with dirty hands|but you're everything I got."

I swore to make him happy, |no matter what.

But he kept crying.

He said:
"It seems wonderful|to be dead."

I felt sorry for him.

Pity.

Then I decided to free him from his misery.

You're not saying you...|-Murdered daddy?

Murdered?

Daddy was never dead!

Daddy was never dead!

He's alive! Behind that door!

I conceived this macabre scheme|to test you all.

I phoned Pierrette.|Sabotaged the phone and the car,

hid the medicine, stole the |gun and mom's money...

and hid daddy's key,|so he could have some peace and quiet.

It was all part of my plan|and you fell for it.

You were afraid.|Only Chanel got suspicious.

You saw daddy at the window?|-Yes.

Sorry about the gunshot,|but you couldn't say anything...

to discover the truth|and expose everyone.

Daddy is alive and well behind|this door.

He watched everything.

Daddy, freed from you,

awaits his little Catherine|to leave here. Far away.

I'm the only one|who truly loves him.

Heard enough, daddy?

I'm coming.

No one will hurt you anymore.

I'll protect you.|I'll give you everything.

Daddy?

Daddy!

I was only joking...

Now you've really killed him!

Nothing a man owns,|really belongs to him

Nor his power, nor his|weakness, nor his heart

And if he opens his arms

His shadow forms a cross

When he has found happiness,|he ruins it

His life is a strange|and bitter divorce

There's no such thing as happy love

His life is like|those soldiers without weapons

destined to pursue|another goal in life

Why would we get|up in the morning

when the night finds them unarmed|and unsure

Say these word|and hold your tears

There's no such thing as happy love

My beautiful love, my dear|love, my torn heart

I carry you like a |wounded bird

And they, ignorant,|watch us pass

And repeat my words

that die instantly in|your big eyes

There's no such thing as happy love

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