Rosie Page #3

I won't lie any more and I won't

spit at the neighbour any more.

We're family.

We help each other.

Anything I can do?

Let her sleep.

- I'll put her in the living room.

I won't wake herup.

Be careful...

- Come along...

Gently... Gently!

Careful, careful.

- Yes, yes.

Come on...

- Yes.

I know what you're up to.

- You don't know a thing.

You can't stay here.

- You think I like being here?

I'll be off as soon as I can.

What's that?

- It's my mother.

Pretty child.

- She's beautiful.

I wish I looked like her,

but I'm small and ugly.

Can I see it?

A young mummy.

Where is she now?

- Dead. After a long illness.

How terrible.

- I never knew her.

She died when I was born.

Whats wrong with

you all of a sudden?

Rosie, come down.

What's wrong?

- You and me. You promised me.

You're not going to ruin this.

Understand? I like Bernard.

So why not tell him I'm your

daughter? Why do I have to lie?

I won't lie any more.

Are you coming down?

No, I'm not. I won't do

anything you say any more.

Are you ashamed?

Are you ashamed of me?

You wouldn't care

if I wasn't here any more.

You don't love me.

What's that?

He was crying.

I couldn't just leave him there.

He's a sweetie.

He's a filthy baby.

- He smells a bit, that's all.

He's ugly.

Look at his eyes.

And he's got a dent in his head.

So? I think he's a real sweetie.

They sh*t, they cry and they sh*t.

Babies are nothing but trouble.

- Don't take any notice ofhim.

What are you going to do with him?

Take him back.

Idiot. I'm keeping him.

He's mine.

My little baby.

My little angel.

Do what you want with him.

But I'm not going to feed him.

Look at him.

He's smiling at you, Papa.

Papa!

We have to give him a name.

Jimi Junior.

Or Kojak.

- Kojak? That old fart?

Elvis? I think Elvis

is a lovely name.

We christen you 'Elvis'.

Elvis.

Look, he has your eyes.

Make him stop crying.

- You do it.

Its giving me a headache.

Here, take him.

- But he's yourbaby.

Maybe he had a sh*t.

It stinks.

Maybe he's hungry.

He could be.

Give him a beer.

It'll shut him up.

Yes, why not.

- Yes, why not?

I'll go buy some food.

It can't go on like this...

Look after him.

Don't let anything happen to him.

I'll be back.

Sit...

Don't move.

Elvis?

Jimi?

Elvis?

Don't be afraid.

Its me. Your mummy.

Your mummy is back.

Yes, I'm here.

Some father.

You were going to look after her.

And you forgot all about her.

- I fell asleep.

So I see.

Where are you going?

- I'm leaving, for good.

Mummy.

Mummy.

Mum-my, Mummy.

Mummy,

Mummy...

I'm your mummy.

mummy.

Mummy!

Call me Mummy.

That's okay.

Rosie? Rosie? Where are you?

- Jimi? Jimi.

There you are.

I'm glad I have you.

You're a friend, a true friend.

You'll never leave me.

She'll come back, Irene.

They'll be worried by now.

- Who?

Hermummy. Herreal mummy.

Regrets?

You think God will punish you?

God understands everything.

Its a young chap.

Like me. Maybe he looks like me.

Do you want to be a god?

- Yes. With you as my goddess.

You have to learn to wash

yourself properly first.

We're gods!

Gods!

You have to eat.

Look...

Delicious...

You have to eat.

I don't want you to get ill.

Come on, Rosie.

Wait, we have to do something.

He's not eating.

We have to do something.

Dammit, Rosie. I've been

on this sh*t road all day.

Yes?

- Hello, ma'am.

What is it?

We're lost and I think she's ill.

No wonder. It's too cold out

for such a little one.

Could you have a look at her?

She hasn't eaten or anything.

Here, give her to me.

Is it your little sister?

- No, my daughter.

What's hername?

- Elvis.

Elvis? That's an odd name.

Come on in then.

Will you take good care of her?

- Yes...

Hey... Come back!

Don't be angry.

Don't be angry.

I'm not angry.

Hold me tight.

Never leave again...

Promise you'll never leave again.

Never run away again.

Promise you'll never do it again.

Come, let's go in.

You go to sleep now, okay?

Will you stay when I'm asleep?

- Yes, my sweetie.

My lovely child.

You're all that I have.

- Do you mean that?

Mummy?

Mummy.

I'm your mummy.

She's sleeping?

I'm worried about her.

I'm her mother.

But that's not all...

I know.

You're not leaving now?

You can, if you want.

No, I love you.

I love you so much.

The rest doesn't matter.

I want to take care of you.

Of you and of Rosie.

Rosie, wake up.

Good morning. It's been six weeks

now, are you doing all right?

Yes, ma'am.

What you did was very bad.

Do you understand that now?

Yes, ma'am.

Are you sorry you did it?

Yes, ma'am. I am now.

Then I've got some good news for

you. We're very pleased with you.

You've behaved very well.

You've made some friends.

You can go home

for a weekend soon.

As a trial.

Are you pleased?

You can't stay, Michel.

Rosie needs her room.

You have to eat...

...or do you want to stay

as skinny as a rail?

Give me one more week.

What's next, Rosie?

Will you see that boy again?

Answer my question.

Yes.

Are you doing it with him?

- He's my friend.

I forbid you to see him again.

I want yourword.

Do you hear?

- I don't listen to you.

Did you sleep with him?

He kissed me. That's all.

You're like your mother.

Just like her.

I'm going out.

- Really? I'll have to lock you up then.

Hit me. Go ahead.

I'll go out anyway...

You're going nowhere.

Nowhere.

Bastard, open the door.

I hate you, Michel.

Mummy, Mummy.

- You locked herin?

It just was a game, Irene.

- A game?

This is just a game too.

There.

And this.

- Are you finished?

I can break what I want.

Understand?

Everything here is mine.

You have nothing here.

This is mine. And this as well.

And I'll break it all,

For nothing here is yours.

Everything is mine.

Get out. I've had enough.

You're ruining my whole life.

And my daughter's too.

I've had enough. Go! Leave!

Fine. I'm out of here.

- Good.

Please, Michel.

Get out of here...

I want you to leave.

Its not working out.

Go away.

Give me a 1000 Francs.

I don't have it.

- 500, then.

Michel, I don't have it.

Here.

You can go to hell.

Mummy...

Okay, Mummy?

- Yes...

I'll be okay.

I'll tell you yourfuture.

Everything will be fine.

And there'll be some nice things.

We're going to be happy,

very happy.

Look, this line tells if you're

going to be happy ornot.

And this means there's going

to be a man in your life.

My dearest Jimi...

I think of you always.

Especially at night if I can't sleep.

What are you doing?

Where are you?

I get frightened sometimes.

Then I think you deceive me.

Don't leave me for another...

Forgive me for my doubts

but this is my 10th letter

and I haven't had one from you.

Forgive me, please.

I know you love me...

I hope you do.

Your despairing Rosie.

That's where my boyfriend lived.

It was our secret place.

Jimi and I lived there.

It was our villa.

A fine villa.

This is the living room.

Good grief...

And your boyfriend?

I'd like to meet him.

He doesn't come here any more.

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