Diabolique

Guy...

Hey! What the hell are you doing here?

The bathroom, something's wrong.

A real peeping Tom, aren't you?

Go back to your room.

She fell! She's hurt! Mrs. Baran!

- Something's wrong!

- Get back to your room. Go.

Nicole.

Is she dead?

I don't know, I didn't check.

Jesus, Guy!

Get her pills. She's still alive.

Call 911. She needs a doctor.

Go get another teacher.

Move it!

I'm alive?

No, you're dead, this is heaven

and I'm the Virgin Mary.

Can you swallow?

Here you go.

I don't want them to see me like this.

Did they say how long?

Erik! What happened?

It's her heart again. Get the boy out.

Failure, despair, passivity...

...rebelliousness, defeat.

Why?

Well-meaning people may offer

dozens of theories.

All boiling down

to blaming you, the parent.

You won't find those theories at

St. Anselm School for Boys.

Poor little losers. Aren't you glad

you never did drugs?

You never did, right?

We'll open with the room searches.

Parents eat that sh*t up.

You have to be at the end

of your rope to be here.

We're here, d*ckhead.

Front steps in 10 minutes

for the video shoot.

Take your books home over the weekend.

There'll be a test on Tuesday.

I'll be in a better mood on Tuesday.

Don't let Guy catch you.

He's occupied.

He didn't resist the urge to

assist another mother.

What happened to your eyes?

I don't know what you did to him,

but your husband was in a mood.

Thank you very much.

You shouldn't be seen with him.

They all know. It's better if we act

normal. It won't look bad after.

I only went there because the wife

chooses to sedate herself.

What if she notices they're gone?

Please, that woman has enough drugs

to relax China.

Good morning, ladies.

- Oh, God.

- Are we ready for our close-up?

I can't wait for this to be

done. Everyone gets overexcited.

How your husband expects us

to handle more students...

Lovely seeing you last night.

Anytime we can

assist you two star-crossed...

Is something wrong with your eye?

Allergies.

I'm not surprised.

If you don't quit for yourself, think

of us. Secondhand smoke kills too.

Not reliably.

Then we thought we'd cut to you.

"Consequences, a system kids can

believe in, blah, blah, blah. "

Talk with some of the kids:

"I once was lost, but now I'm found. "

Success stories are

our specialty. I have a boy...

We want shots of the pool

once it's clean.

As much as I'd like to, I

can't afford to maintain the pool.

But it's just...

...boys frolicking, sound minds and

bodies, clean mountain air...

That type of thing.

Skip it. We really want to

shoot the kitchen crew.

Take a number. Hopkins,

take this away. I'm not hungry.

Our chef's skill isn't presentation.

It tastes better than it looks.

It would have to.

Peas mushy. Pepper.

You promised.

It's a sin to waste.

Aren't you the expert on sin?

No, you are.

Mia...

No one's eating.

Don't encourage them. Use your great

moral force on my behalf. Eat.

It's perfectly edible. See?

Pick up your fork.

Just pick up your fork. Pick it up.

Put some food in your mouth.

That didn't kill you.

Now swallow.

Swallow it.

For God's sake, Guy.

Swallow it, for once in your life.

Actually, I'm quite hungry, so if

you won't be finishing it...

Mr. Katzman.

No student will be allowed to leave

until every plate is clean.

Thank you.

A child bride, gentlemen.

That's what I married.

Each year she grows younger. She's

worse than the boys she teaches.

You're not finished yet. Eat.

Again.

You know, I think this might help.

Look what I did.

Could you take this away please?

Excuse me.

Wasn't that fun?

Don't you wish you'd taped that?

I bet you're

kicking yourselves now.

Excuse me.

I'm sure Miss Horner

will keep something hot for you.

Why do you make me do that to you?

Why?

You always do it.

And you always will.

No, no, no, no. Only when you

misbehave.

Like that stunt you pulled on Sunday.

When you do things like that...

...do you know how bad

it makes me feel?

You should think about me sometimes.

I just don't know you.

You know me, Mia.

The problem is, you

don't understand me.

Isn't that right?

I know what my little nun likes.

I thought you weren't coming.

Go ahead, get in. Let's go.

They'll see.

We want them to.

They're our alibis.

You take my bedroom.

It's by the bathroom.

And stay here till she sees you.

My, what a surprise!

Irving, it's Nicole.

Miss Horner, I should say,

now that you're the landlady.

I think about your

poor mother every day.

Bijou!

Well, come in.

We're just here for the weekend.

This is my principal, Mrs. Baran.

How nice.

Welcome to Pittsburgh, Mrs. Baran,

and the entire Three Rivers area.

Oh, can you manage?

Irving!

It must be the post office.

Half the people that work there

aren't American anyway.

I'll send another check tomorrow.

I'll drop by for it tomorrow night.

You can bring your houseguest

if you like.

She'll be busy.

You look so much like your mother.

From behind you can really see it.

I saw a lawyer and he tells me...

...a divorce would be simple.

I could keep the school.

I don't want to talk about it

on the phone, Guy.

I'm at Nicole's house.

Fine.

Tomorrow night is best.

We'll be out tomorrow.

All right, after 8.

Fine. Goodbye.

Good for you.

It's good to get it over with.

I should take him off speed dial.

One good drink ought to do it.

I can't do this.

He's never gonna leave you alone.

Does he leave me alone?

- If I give him the school...

- He'll just sell it.

Where will the future

Lee Harvey Oswalds come from?

Anyway, he's not

the one that won't let go.

What do you mean?

I mean, you still want him...

...or you wouldn't keep

sleeping with him.

It's not love. You don't love people

who treat you this way.

Where'd you get that, off a talk show?

I'm not surprised he likes to come

to me after he sleeps with you.

I don't care. I hate him.

I don't feel anything.

"I don't feel anything. "

You don't feel anything?

How about when he does this?

Do you feel anything...

...when he does this?

You don't feel anything?

He doesn't do that to me.

Don't lie to me. We won't

get anywhere if you start lying.

I know it's me. It's my fault.

- It's not your fault.

- I know.

Snap out of it! It's not your

fault, it's his. He is who he is.

He'll keep being who he is and doing

what he does and do it and do it...

We'll never be free until he's dead.

He's my husband, Nicole.

Well, last week he was happy

to stand by and watch you die.

Pull yourself together.

You'll scare him away.

He parks there

so the neighbors won't see him.

- He'll come in the back.

- You're going?

I'm going to keep the neighbors busy.

I need 10 minutes.

Okay?

Okay?

Courage.

Make yourself one.

I want you to hear what I'm saying.

I'm serious.

Mia's serious.

Give me the goddamn drink.

It's for your own good.

I'm easier to handle with

this in me, right?

Right.

It's a little cloudy.

Whatever.

Do you want to talk or just stare?

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