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Nothing ever happens.

If you had something to wait for...

but what?

The murders and rapes,

what about them?

The violence isn't

what you think.

It's just as dangerous outside.

Real violence

is when every Friday night

for 5 years

I eat shepherd's pie

knowing that in 3 years

4 years

5 years

at supper Friday night

there'll be more

goddam shepherd's pie!

The next song was written

by a guy here...

Claude Cournoyer!

C'mon up, Claude!

You took my picture

You gave me a number

But I got your portrait

And I'll never forget

I want out, you slime

Out, ya hear?

Your steak's rotten

And this cesspool stinks

Hey you, screw!

Screw you, screw!

Lemme outta the hole

I wound up inside

Cause outside was'too small

My boss sucked my blood

Had to be him or me

But you, ya fat jerk

Ya never stepped outta line

You're here cause you like it

You can't hack it outside

When I get outta here

I'm gonna find yer house

The world's just too small

For both of us, you louse!

Gonna grab me a crowbar

Just wait'n see

Gonna scrap your car

And piss on your tv

I'll whip out my knife

And slash your balls

I'll f*** your little wife

And she'll love it all

Hey you, screw!

Let me outta this cell

Move your butt, screw

Gonna send you to hell

Madam, I came here

to enjoy the show.

But this is outrageous!

Some days I get up

I can't take it.

I can't go on.

I feel like I'm gonna crack.

I wonder if I'll ever make it.

But I do.

Gods knows how.

I ask myself if I'm normal.

A normal human being

couldn't take this.

You break or get harder than them.

I think I must've

become a monster.

No you haven't.

I heard you in Val D'or

8 years ago.

I was on a binge,

drunk and depressed.

You turned me around.

I've never forgotten.

You have to sing.

I don't feel like it.

You have to.

What's the point

if he's not here?

The guys've been waiting for weeks.

Well I have too, goddamit!

Sons of b*tches!

Won't let us love each other!

The f***ers can't take that

with their f***in'

bullshit rules

their f***in' papers

an' their f***in' numbers.

I love that man!

Do you understand?

I love him, f***!

I dream about him at night.

I dream about his ass

his belly, his thighs...

I'm gonna f***in' go crazy.

That guy's all I've got.

That goddamn man.

He's inside me deep.

I'm here but I can't touch him

cause of those f***in' bastards!

Early in life I figured out

My daddy didn't love me

And so I set out to find

A place where I'd be wanted

Travelled to the edge of madness

To be understood

For all the love

that we've betrayed

I still tremble in your arms

With a bouquet of troubles

On my knees in front of men

I wish you all the best

Happy birthday, Mom

Everything I've ever wanted

Aches so deep inside

And although love has hurt

You'll always be my light

With a bouquet of troubles

On my knees in front of men

I wish you all the best

Happy birthday, Mom

Yet for all these words

I write you

Love is all I want to know

It's my desire,

my one true way

Your son

the queen

it is love

that makes us love

It is love

that makes us dream

It is love

that wants us to love

It is love

that makes us cry

But all those who think

they're in love

And those

who just pretend they are

She's goin' all out.

Must be 50 she's had so far.

...who think they love

Will never be able

to cry

Love means that

sometimes you must cry

Love means that

you must always give

For her this is paradise.

Nothin' but c*cks round here.

We oughta keep her.

A slut like her in prison...

it's manna from heaven.

It takes oh so many tears

To earn the right to love

Hey you!

I'm helping.

Get the hell outta here.

Ok, don't throw a fit.

Sorry, Miss.

You get to know every crack

every heap of fly sh*t.

Try locking yourself

in the can for a week.

How do you keep from going crazy?

Some guys lift weights

or others it's books

leather bags, the Good Lord

anything.

Me, I draw.

Bet you draw birds.

How'd you know?

Your tattoos.

Spokes...

They're all I care about.

Birds're beautiful.

In October I watch the geese.

And I fly.

So...

how do I look?

Real pretty but...

if you wanna keep talkin',

better do up your blouse

cause my balls are gonna burst.

C'mon Weasel, help me.

We'll miss the dancer.

I'll wait outside.

Grace, charm, talent

sex

and beauty...

Doesn't this stripping

bother you, Father?

No, why?

On the contrary

And call me Bernard,

not Father.

But don't you find it

somewhat... vulgar?

This your first visit?

Yes.

What I find vulgar

is this prison.

Destroying men... that's vulgar.

The fact they can get a hard-on

shows they're still alive.

They take love as it comes.

11 years since I touched anyone.

It's Gramps.

Christ, you're sure dolled up.

You're late, dammit!

That watchdog Trudeau

wouldn't let me in.

Ok, sit down.

Hurry.

Relax, kid.

Great.

I'm a student.

I oughta get back to the spot.

Thanks.

With him there we're stuck.

He'll move along.

Dammit! We gotta

get him outta there.

Any ideas?

I dunno...

A fight?

C'mon!

One of the girls?

Just wait, he'll go away.

Stop it, that won't help.

Goddam pass!

Stop it!

Here...

take this.

No way.

Go on, take it.

Forget it.

Hell, take it.

Every time we screw them

it's a victory for us.

Faster'n lightning...

She could even make

a screw vanish.

She's stacked with talent

and personality.

She's gracious and curvaceous...

I'll show'em

I know how to party!

Mimi!

C'mon, Pierrot.

Ya got 10 minutes.

It'll never work.

Sure it will,

what do ya mean?

Just shut your trap.

Can I ask a favor?

Yes, depending.

Can I have your undies?

My what?

Your underwear.

Is this some joke?

No, I'm serious.

Why?

To sniff'em, of course.

Listen to me.

Pull yourself together.

300 guys are out there waiting.

They hurt too!

Feel like bawling?

So do they, 365 days a year.

So stop snivelling

and go out and sing.

Sing for your man

and for those 300 men!

Make yer clothes vanish!

Try sittin' on it!

Bye Pratte, 'n thanks.

Nothin' to it.

It's gonna work.

Thanks.

'Night, Miss.

Sylvie Nantel!

I want to dedicate this song

to number 7195.

To me he's Pierre Boyer

in deadlock.

Only one law

A single desire

Ever nearer to you

Whom I can't resist

I feel your shadow against my skin

I feel your breath

On my back

And rising in me

A deepening quiver

It's coming over me

The feeling of you

Closer... closer

Don't hesitate

Between my thighs

More, oh more

Deep inside me

Deep inside you

Come my love

In my arms

I'm looking for the exit.

Didn't like the show?

I have to go.

You can't,

it's not even 10.

Why don't you stay? I'm off at 12.

I'll drive you home.

My husband's waiting.

It's through here.

Thanks, goodnight.

Sure I can't drive you?

These girls,

can't've been 12, had no hair.

You wouldn't believe

the time we had, for peanuts.

Heaven on earth!

What do you want, blacks...

They're so lazy.

They got 2 speeds,

slow 'n extra-slow!

Nah, my in-laws went,

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