My Little Princess Page #5

My new newspaper is wonderful.

Violetta's photo

will make the cover.

- Here's the money.

- Thank you.

- See you soon.

- See you.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to do a self-portrait.

What do you plan to do

with the photos of me?

The erotic photos?

They belong to me.

I'll burn them all someday.

You'll never get them.

What about them?

Can they take them?

What do you mean?

Tear them up?

They've already been published.

They can be copied.

They haven't all been published.

Where are they?

You have no right to do that.

No, but I do it.

Good night, darling.

You're dead to me!

You're no longer my mom.

Understood? You're dead!

Ok, ok.

It's better

if we don't tell those people much.

Can I ask you a question?

Will we finally lead normal lives?

When you're better, we can.

We can take pictures.

You're mad!

I want to go to the zoo.

I want to have hair all over!

You're mad!

Violetta, calm down! You're insane!

Stop!

All right! Calm down now.

You'll end up badly, girl.

That's not from me.

It's genetic, from men!

They're degenerate!

Violetta!

Go get me some

strawberry banana "Andy's".

Some what?

Strawberry banana "Andy's".

Yes.

Here.

Hold the string tight.

Hello. Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

I'm in the hallway. F*** you.

Why don't you go to school?

You should go to school.

It's the law. You know that.

Yes, I know.

Make an effort.

If not, I can't do a thing.

You asked to see me.

What did you have to say?

That I'm a woman now.

And I don't want

to go to school anymore.

And...

And?

Why don't you tear up

my mother's pictures?

Instead of giving me hell.

I'm not authorized.

Only the judge can do that.

Do you want that?

She doesn't seem well.

I brought the

social security paperwork.

Your girl doesn't go to school.

It's very serious.

That's your responsibility.

She's not comfortable in her skin.

She's becoming a teen.

It's not easy for me either.

I live alone.

I have a question. What do you do

with the pictures of her?

The photos are mine.

They belong to the artist.

They've been sold,

reproduced, published.

They belong to everybody.

Can't you stop selling?

I'm a photographer.

I'm for free expression.

Can I go now?

Don't forget your

psychoanalyst appointment.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm preparing to shoot with a model.

I have to carry on.

It's my job, Violetta.

Do you understand?

What's this thing?

That's mine.

It's a work I'm doing on myself.

I'm seeing a shrink.

Your mother is lost.

My mother slept with her father.

He raped her.

At birth, no one wanted me.

Not even Grandma.

It's a miracle I survived.

They're just fantasies.

Martha is your sister?

I miss my mother.

I miss her.

I miss her terribly.

I miss her.

Your grandfather is...

He's also your father, then.

Who is Grandma?

That's not the truth.

If it was, I'd tell you.

Why hide anything?

All right. Give me the dough.

I never want to see your face again,

you big whore!

Can I pray with you

like I did with my grandma?

Will you be my grandma, then?

I can't.

Please.

You must already have a grandma.

She's dead.

You can't do that

to your dead grandma.

You can't replace a grandma.

Our Lord would not be happy.

Go on. Take off.

May God keep you.

B*tch!

My bag! My bag!

Hello. I'm Violetta's mom.

Very well. Follow me.

Is that good?

Come here.

Hold on. The left eye isn't even.

- Did you make these?

- Yes.

Wicked!

- You like?

- Totally.

You don't have to.

My beer isn't dry.

Your beer is dry. Move your ass.

- Sh*t. Holy cow.

- What?

- Did your old man do that to you?

- No.

My old woman.

My old man was pretty cool.

Violetta. Your mother is waiting.

My love!

I love you!

Sous-titrage TITRA FILM Paris

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