Your Name Is Justine Page #3

- Are you in love?

- No.

- Is this love?

- No, it's copulation.

- I became free when I was forty.

- I'm not in love, it's business.

- What do you want from me? A street?

- An apartment.

We'll hide her. Show her.

Uncle wants to meet you now.

Don't be afraid. We don't use violence in here.

I respect personal liberty.

Come on. I'm too weak to use force.

- Show me what you can do.

- What do you want?

I mean ways of making men happy.

Power is delightful.

I was hurt once, my wings cut.

I was deprived of pleasure.

Perseverance leads you to happiness.

Any doubts lead to destruction.

Do you know how to do it, or not?

Dear Grandma. I feel I'm growing apart...

I'm leaving...

I'm not your Princess anymore.

I feel wretched.

Don't condemn me.

I worry about you.

Can you hear me?

I love you.

Tomorrow your grandmother will be safe.

Goran always keeps his promises.

Crunchy wings and ice-cream.

Thank you and goodbye.

We'll be fine together.

Let me go home.

Hello, it's Wolfgang Muller.

I'll call you later.

The dial cannot be made.

Hello, it's Stephan Krauss, my number is 709733282.

Look, what Uncle Goran fixed for us.

East European beauty Za Za.

A bigot and a dominatrix. Do you like it?

- Can you play Za Za?

- No, I'll answer the phones.

Get dressed.

Let's go to work!

- Hello?

- It's me, Harald.

Hello. Please, come in.

The girl's waiting.

The apartment is clean.

Here you have.

So have fun.

Get undressed.

You must help me.

I need your help, call the police!

Do you understand, the police!

No, no police, full discretion.

- I'm jailed. I'm not free.

- I don't understand.

I come from Poland. I need your help.

Please.

- No problem...

- I come from Poland, you have to help me...

How are things?

How are things?

I think he's leaving soon.

- A hundred.

- A hundred and fifty. I need her for longer.

Not so fast.

Where are you from?

- Poland.

- Poland! It's a beautiful place.

- What's your name?

- Justine.

- And the real one?

- Za Za.

Let's do it. It's late.

I hate pretending.

I want a real you.

I'll pay you well.

I am real.

What's wrong?

I need your help. Get me out of here,

I'm jailed.

- You're jailed?

- I'll do everything what you want if you help me.

Whatever I want?

Deal?

Deal.

Dear Grandma. I call you in my thoughts.

If you hear me, give me a sign.

Don't leave me.

I don't know what I want.

I've too much work.

Everything is OK...

You liked him, huh?

I did what you teached me.

I made some extra money.

A hundred for Goran, eighty for me

and twenty for you.

Give me my money!

What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours.

Forgot it?

You can sell me, but you'll never have me!

Let me go home!

You wanna drink?

I made a soup for you.

Wanna give me a hand?

You know how to cut it?

Mr Muller.

It's me, Muller.

Where is she?!

I haven't seen her for a long time...

Mariolka!

They want me to return the money they paid me, you know?

Listen, I know you've been through much lately...

but I have really bad news for you.

About your grandma.

What news?

Really bad.

Don't... Don't kill me

Then go...

Go away... Go!

I am not Justine...

My name is Mariola...

Mariola Szymanska, get out, please!

Dear Grandma. How much strength one needs to have?

What for?

Where is love?

Where are dreams?

Where is this bloody justice?

My sentence wasn't harsh.

My grandma died two weeks after I left.

She had a heart disease.

Mariola, come on!

Dear Grandma. You died in your sleep.

The birds flew off.

The girls are married now

and they seem to be happy.

And me?

Maybe one day... Somewhere.

A little princess in her castle

is waiting for the birds to fly off.

A dream looms under the eyelids,

in a moment it will touch the lips.

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