Diabolique Page #2

The lawyer says I can divorce you

and keep the school.

- I inherited it before we married.

- You put me on the title.

You need me to sign a quitclaim deed.

He didn't mention that?

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

What?

What were we talking about?

The title.

- I'm on the title.

- I'll buy you out.

I could get a loan.

You give me the school,

and I'll give you a divorce.

I didn't have to get married

to have lousy sex.

No, I did.

Come on.

Have a drink with me.

What did I ever do to you?

What did I do wrong?

Try living with an angel.

It's easier living with a dog.

I'm not your dog.

Did you do something to your hair?

You did something to your hair.

Let me make you feel good.

Isn't that nice?

- You don't want to split up.

- You don't love me.

But you can't let go.

- What was that?

- Something on TV.

Oh, you're so good, Bijou!

That was her alarm bark.

It's like her stranger bark,

only a little bit higher.

That doesn't sound very good,

that kind of noise.

Why don't I just turn up

the TV a bit?

We just heard from Tim and Tracy...

...married less than a year...

...but separated five times.

Will they reconcile?

Don't you run away from me!

When is she coming back?

You feel that? You feel it?

What did you do for feelings

before I came along?

You shouldn't get me mad.

It won't happen again.

Come here, Mia.

Have another drink, Guy.

You deserve it.

What're you doing to me?

Listen!

I don't know you,

but I'm glad you got us here.

Don't ever come back

to Tennessee again!

I hope that was empty.

You can't afford to waste good liquor.

I'm waiting until this is in color.

B*tch, you trying to kill me?

Help me.

Say you're sorry.

I love you.

How is he?

- Wasn't quick like you said.

- Or quiet.

It's attempted murder now

if he does wake up.

We have no choice. Come on.

Get out his wallet.

Your fingerprints can be on it.

See if there's any

gas station receipts.

- There's nothing.

- Put it back.

Put it back.

Go turn on the radio

in case there's more noise.

Get the water bottle!

- Is it over?

- It's over.

Are you all right?

You're blaming yourself.

Don't.

For wanting him, I mean.

I was the same way.

Oh, my God!

He moved! He was alive!

Let Irv help.

Look at them. It's too heavy.

This is Irv.

- He's good at this kind of thing.

- Allow me.

- It's fine.

- Please.

Bend your knees.

Ready?

- Shall we?

- One, two, three.

Your end in first.

- What's in here?

- Books.

- Thanks, Irv.

- Wait!

I made a coffeecake for your trip!

- Let's go.

- Right.

Nice shape on that principal.

Nicole's always been a cold fish.

Bad dog.

You take mine, I'll take his.

Let's stay together.

Oh, Jesus.

All units, accident on

the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

Exit 12 is closed. Units responding

give me your ETA.

We'll get you out

of this mess in no time.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Yes?

Can I help, officer?

Everything is fine.

Can I give her a lift?

I'm okay. It's drivable.

- No, you have a flat.

- Oh.

Give me a hand here.

Sorry it's so heavy.

Books, you know.

Let me help you.

Look, return to your car.

There's nothing for you to do.

Thanks a lot.

Push.

Come on.

Go get the lights.

Go.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t.

Bastard.

It's over. We better get

the hell out of here.

He'll never hurt us again.

What do we do now?

Wait for the body to surface.

They'll do an autopsy.

He was drunk, he fell in.

When will it come up?

Tomorrow, maybe.

Come on, you can't pull that off.

- Why hasn't he risen yet?

- It'll happen.

Be patient.

I won't be able to do this.

I suggest you try.

It isn't like you burnt the toast.

Killing your husband

is off the chart, demerit-wise.

Understand?

You're so calm.

Look at you.

Your hair is done.

You have makeup on.

It's a day like any other day.

We did what we had to do,

and it's done.

It was self-defense.

You've taken it for too long.

You finally said, "F*** off. "

Good for you. F*** him.

F*** them.

Everything but f*** you.

Roughly. Come on.

Places.

I desire.

They desire.

They desire. Feminine.

- While the cat's away, the mice shall...

- Apparently.

Not at all. Guy and I talked

to a new supplier Friday.

- Portions are smaller.

- Is Guy here?

His car's here.

It was gone all weekend.

- Excuse me.

- If he is, could you ask him...

...if he's going to take his classes

tomorrow? I can't...

Mrs. Baran?

You idiot.

It's obvious she doesn't

know where he is.

Miss Horner, please. The students.

He could make an effort

for your sakes.

For her sake.

You're drawing attention to yourself.

I'm allowed to brood.

My husband's disappeared.

You'll feel better when he surfaces.

It always perks me up.

What do your saints say?

I'm brooding. I'm not praying.

Lost your faith?

I never had any to begin with.

Never believed in any of it.

God, the Virgin Mary,

that life begins at 40...

...and that people

are all basically good.

Pretty soon, we'll be the same person.

See how nice things turned out?

I'm going inside.

It wasn't too smart,

changing the food.

- He never would've done that.

- What's the point in killing him?

I like making it better for the boys.

Still, I'd rather not hang

for fried chicken.

Why did you kill him?

You could've left him.

You could've left here.

I was underestimated.

Stop looking at it.

People are watching us.

Can't stand it much longer.

Finally.

We need the net from the shed!

Who wants to go?

Desantis.

Now we'll have to drain the pool.

I'll get it.

No!

- Why not?

- He's a child.

See if you can find it.

There's something there.

A lighter.

Hey, that's Dr. Baran's.

He had it

in the office close-up.

See anything else?

That's enough.

Go inside and change.

Take that up to

Dr. Baran's office.

We must drain the pool.

- And refill it?

- That's Guy's decision.

Okay, that's enough. Go inside and get

ready for class. Go on.

Mr. Gannon, will you drain the pool?

I've got orders not to.

My keys are in there.

Please?

Right away, please.

Here's the penis...

...and the scrotum...

...that holds the testicles

or testes inside.

Now, when you're around 14, maybe

sooner, maybe later...

...the testes make a chemical

called a hormone.

This hormone causes

the changes.

It starts hair growing here...

...and under your arms

and on your face.

- What is it?!

- Something blocking the drain!

Since you want it done now,

I can't help the noise.

Go on, Mr. Nuez.

Atlantic...

...Pacific...

...Indian...

Arctic?

Arctic.

Class...

Atlantic...

...Pacific...

...Indian...

...Arctic...

...Mediterranean...

...Gulf of Mexico...

...and Caribbean, Australasian...

...Hudson Bay...

...Baltic Sea...

...North Sea...

...English Channel...

...Irish Sea...

...Bering Sea.

Mrs. Baran fainted! Let's go.

- Get a doctor!

- I'll go!

The doctor's worried about you.

He thinks it's serious.

Where's the body?

Someone moved it, that's apparent.

Someone saw us put it in?

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

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