My Little Princess Page #4

they cut up her head.

It's no good.

It's not good for her.

Violetta!

Dear God,

please don't let anything happen

to my girls, especially Violetta.

Watch over

her heart and her soul.

Keep evil away from her.

Oh Lord, I'm begging you.

Come with me

to show her my grades.

The principal wants to see her.

No. I'm not allowed.

I'll go no further.

Your face further back...

That's it.

The funeral lover.

Stand up.

Take the pearls.

Thighs closer, close your legs.

Give me bedroom eyes.

Arch back well.

- Wear the Yves St. Laurent dress.

- Thanks.

Violetta!

Your new model?

Exactly.

Leave me alone!

You're the one barging in here!

For my homework. I can't do them!

You don't want to.

You're being lazy.

You're exceptional,

but ruining it all.

I want to be like everyone.

No one wants that!

No one wants

to be stuck in mediocrity.

That girl just wants

to be looked at.

Her mother paid me.

They'll put up the portrait.

And you gave her my dress.

Put it on if you want to.

I'm going to Apolline's on Sunday.

Apolline?

That'll be the day.

- You won't visit those hicks.

- So, she'll come?

Come on, please.

To play explorers.

Come on.

There's nothing to explore.

You don't play dolls with me.

You'll go if you pose

in the pink dress.

Take off your clothes.

Violetta.

Who's there?

No one. Adults have complained

because you pose naked.

Who's that? Adle?

Where is Violetta?

My God. My God.

What's happening?

Where is Violetta?

I don't know where she is. She left.

Tell me. What's going on?

Mom, Violetta brought a cake.

There's our star.

We bought the journal

with the pictures Hanna took of you.

It's super cool.

Rmaudire wrote the article.

"Neither child nor woman,

angel nor beast.

Giurgiu created a hybrid reflecting

the uncertainty of the times."

Excuse me.

Violetta!

We'll call someone to help.

You need help.

You're getting screwier.

I'm not crazy!

Calm down!

You're the crazy one.

What's that journal?

- I'm called a whore!

- You're mad!

Why?

I want you to die!

- You don't love me!

- Yes, I do!

I love you, Violetta!

Violetta, I love you!

Loving mothers act differently!

You should thank me

for making you famous!

Luckily the world

doesn't think like you!

You can't be on their side.

I'm done posing nude!

What about film stars?

And statues in gardens? And...

And museum paintings...

Women show themselves off!

Someday you'll leave school!

They'll have other lives and forget.

You don't get it.

I'll never pose again!

You have no right to stop posing!

You've never held me.

You never wanted that!

I want to die!

I want to die with you.

I want to die with you.

My little girl.

Grandma!

We have to clean up

and give back the room.

Don't look at me that way.

Someone has to do it.

Now that Grandma's gone,

we're all alone.

Do you think she'll go to Heaven?

Of course.

Where did you put her icons?

I threw them out.

I never bought that religious crap.

You're such a mean person.

"Then, with his children

dressed in hides,

"disheveled, livid,

through the storms,

"Cain fled from before Jehovah.

"As night was falling,

the dark man reached

"the foot of a mount

in a great plain;

"His tired wife and his sons,

out of breath, told him:

"Let us lie on the earth and sleep.

"Cain, awake,

dreamt at the mountain foot,

"his head raised to

the funeral skies

"and saw an eye, open,

in the darkness

"staring at him in the shadows."

Victor Hugo.

That's good. Good.

Now, you'll all leave a bit early.

Wait.

Class is still in session.

I want you to go home

and observe

everything on the street.

Textures, trees, colors, people.

Whatever touches you

until getting home.

Once you sit down,

I'd like you to write

everything you felt.

- Understood?

- Yes.

Any questions?

Yes.

- Can we say what we don't like?

- Yes. Tell a story.

All I want, listen up,

is that you tell a story.

You may go.

What are you doing?

Homework.

They want my custody rights.

They want Violetta.

Who?

A civil judge. A state prosecutor.

He wants to put me in prison.

No one will do that.

Who could do this to me, Ernst?

They've submitted a case.

There are ten,

twenty pleas against me.

They denounced my photos.

Do you think it's normal?

Yes.

You're awful!

Hanna, you went too far

with your daughter.

We tried telling you.

You didn't listen.

I'm with you.

I'll pay for a lawyer.

It'll be bad for my daughter.

Think she'll die?

Of course not.

Only, you have

to tell her the truth.

And you have to face reality.

But, you know I love her.

Too much.

Do you think

they'll take my photos away?

Do you think so?

They don't understand your images.

But hide the negatives.

Wait until it all goes over.

Something very serious happened.

They may say I'm not your mom.

They saw my photos

and said I'd gone too far.

Who are "they"?

Justice.

We'll be separated?

Yes. Well,

they can't really do that.

Who decides, then?

A children's judge...

who's authorized to decide.

That's how society works.

Violetta.

Aren't you coming to school?

So, this must be the sanctuary.

Have you spoken to her?

No, I wasn't able to.

Hello Violetta.

I'm a social worker.

I'm in charge

of the investigation.

The judge will take the decision.

I'm only here to help.

She'll see if everything's ok,

if I don't beat or hurt you.

Normally,

your daughter should've

been interned in a center.

Mrs. Giurgiu, I'm the one

who asked the court

for an investigation.

Take this chance,

Mrs. Giurgiu, and fight.

Show the judge you can raise her.

Sh*t, I don't want to be locked up!

Sometimes it's better, Violetta.

I've nothing to prove.

You can't photograph her anymore.

- For now.

- No. Until she's no longer a minor.

Violetta must live

like a little girl again.

You must help her.

What do you think, Violetta?

Is your mother capable of that?

I don't know.

Well, then.

Can I see the flat?

Our grandmother

raised her until recently.

But she died a bit ago.

I know. My condolences.

The upkeep is artistic too,

Mrs. Giurgiu.

A child's everyday upbringing.

I'll do my best. I promise.

Violetta needs a normal life.

A normal context like everyone else.

Can you show me where you sleep?

There.

If there's financial trouble,

I'll get you

on welfare.

Call me.

Stay strong.

Go to junior high school.

And you...

Take down that black satin,

the skulls, the funeral wreaths.

Frankly, it's morbid.

You're becoming

a woman now, no longer

a little girl. It's a shame.

Even if we did more photos,

it wouldn't be the same.

Fortunately, the best has been done.

I'll look after you, dear Mom.

I'll make you dinner.

I'll work alone

since I can't photograph you.

It's forbidden.

You're not allowed

to mention photos!

- I have to go.

- What about dinner?

We're broke. We can't pay!

Use our welfare money!

I'm not that miserable.

I'm still alive.

Who do you think I am?

Are you Mr. Lger?

I brought you the pictures.

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