All language subtitles for 1994 Sister My Sister

♪ Sleep my little
sister, sleep ♪

♪ Sleep through
darkness, sleep so deep ♪

♪ All the rivers find the sea

♪ My little sister,
sleep for me ♪

♪ Dream my little
sister, dream ♪

♪ Dream mine here now,
dream your dreams ♪

♪ All the things
you want to be ♪

♪ My little sister,
dream for me ♪

♪ Somewhere there are meadows

♪ Somewhere there are hills

♪ Somewhere horses run
and sheep are still ♪

♪ Sleep my little
sister, sleep ♪

♪ Hold my hand and
sleep so deep ♪

♪ I will never leave your side

♪ My little sister,
close your eyes ♪

- God!

Lea!

Lea!

- How did you do it?

How did you-
- Shh!

Later.

- Very good.

150 francs a month,
Sundays free until 4:00.

- I don't believe it!

How did you do it?

How did you get Mama to agree?

- I told her there'd be
more money for her this way.

- You're so clever.

You're so smart!

- I said that 'til you learned,

you had to have
someone to protect you.

- That was you!

That was you, Christine!

- The room is cold.

- So, my dear,
what do you think?

- About what, Mama?

- What do you mean
about what, Mama?

About her!

About what else?

Don't you at least express
an opinion, Isabelle?

You know how I
value your opinion.

- Yes, Mama, I know.

- Remember what you
used to call me?

My feet still get cold at night.

They get like ice.

- You still have this old thing?

I don't care.

It has nothing to do with me.

- Don't you like it?

- I never liked Mama's sewing.

It's vulgar.

- Christine, what's the matter?

I'll throw it away if you want.

I don't care about it.

I'm just happy to be with you.

- I'm happy too,
little cold feet.

We're together now.

That's all that matters.

We'll put the
blanket right here.

- Sisters.

And two for almost
the price of one!

We'll save on everything.

They didn't even want two rooms.

Just this last little corner.

Nothing like a convent girl.

Such embroidery,
such needle work.

- Sewing, that's all
they ever teach them.

- You won't even have to
go to the dressmakers.

- What luck.

- Look at that pink.

It brightens up the room.

- She liked it.

Did you see?

- She likes
everything you do.

- She
sees everything.

- This veal looks delicious!

- Of course, you love veal.

- Don't you?

- You know I don't.

It's too heavy in the
middle of the day.

Besides, I've heard it
ruins the complexion.

- Where did you hear that?

- I read it.

- Isabelle, if you
continue in this vein,

you're going to ruin my meal.

Oh!

Oh.

Wait till the Blanchards
come to dinner.

The best cook
we've had in years.

Mm!

You've no idea how
lucky we are, Isabelle.

The servants I've
known in my day.

The older one fascinates me.

I've never had anyone like her.

Totally trustworthy.

- I like
the younger one.

She's almost pretty.

-
I mean, she's quiet.

I'll say that for her.

- Quiet?

She never speaks.

Neither of them do.

- Well, I suppose they must
talk between themselves.

- I can't imagine about what.

- Well, maybe they pray.

That's how it is when you're
brought up by the nuns.

Now stop that, Isabelle!

Look at your plate.

They're so discreet.

Not the slightest prying.

I don't know what it's
like to have a prying maid.

Perhaps someone going
through your things.

When your father and
I, God rest his soul,

were first married, oh,
she was something that one.

Now these two are different.

You mark my words.

- We're so lucky, Lea.

The other houses I've been,

they come into the
kitchen and interfere.

Madame knows her place.

Madame checks everything.

I like that.

- Do you?

It scares me the way she checks.

- Oh no, I like it.

It's better that way.

Madame is so
precise, so careful.

- But she doesn't let us
get away with a thing.

- Why should she?

It's her house.

- You'll see.

The whole town will envy us.

We have Poles on our
hands, Isabelle, two Poles!

- Come on, Lea.

Come on.

- I polished the
banister yesterday.

Did you see?

- I saw.

- You're disappointed,
aren't you?

You're sorry I came.

- Lea, don't be silly.

- Maybe this was a mistake.

I'd slow you down.

- Stop it, Lea.

- You're so quick.

Sister Veronica said I'd
never be as quick as you.

- Sister Veronica?

What did she know?

- When you were at St. Mary's,

you thought she knew everything.

- That was a long time ago.

I've got over all that now.

When I was at St.
Mary's I was so scared,

I could never go down the
stairs like the others.

I could never take a
step with my left foot.

It was always my right,
my right, my right.

I used to envy them
running down the stairs

when it took me forever.

- Christine?

Tell me a story.

- Oh.

- Just one before we go down.

- Which one?

- Um, when I was little.

-
You're still little.

- No, I mean
really little.

The one with the horse.

- Don't you ever
get tired of it?

- No, tell me.

- When you
were just a tiny thing,

Mama sent me out one
day to get bread.

You came with me the
way you always did.

And as we were walking,
you let go of my hand

and ran into the street.

- Tell it slower.

You're telling it too fast.

- It was a long narrow street.

You remember, on a hill.

At the top of a hill, a horse
and carriage was galloping

down right towards you.

I ran into the street.

I pulled you across.

I pushed you down in
the gutter with me.

What a noise when the
horse galloped by.

And everyone was screaming.

And when we stood up,
we were both bleeding.

But it was the same wound.

It started on my arm and
went down across your wrist.

And look, we have it still.

- And Mama, what did she say?

- Mama?

You know how she gets.

She screamed at us.

- And then,
then what happened?

- Well then there was the gypsy.

Mad Marguerite they
used to call her.

- And what did she say?

- You, you know it so well.

- Well, tell me
again, Christine.

Tell me again.

- They're bound for life,
Mad Marguerite said.

Bound in blood.

-
So what was I saying?

Let me see, Isabelle.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Coming along, bit by bit.

You know, you can't rush
these things, my dear.

Believe me.

A bag like that could take,
oh, two years, maybe more.

But there's no hurry, is there?

Nothing to hurry for.

You've got all the
time in the world.

Listen to that rain!

Ugh.

It'll rain like that for a week.

It could go on for a month.

That's all we need.

Are you listening
to me, Isabelle?

- I'm listening, Mama.

- Maybe we'll go up
to Paris this year.

- Mama, could we?

- For a little shopping.

- Mama, when?

- Oh, I didn't know.

The things they wear in Paris.

And you didn't look well
in those clothes, Isabelle.

You know you don't.

How could you?

Even I don't look well in them.

Pass me the scissors, would you?

There, behind you, on the table!

Oh, what's the matter with you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Besides, I don't like
to leave the house.

- Why, Mama?

What could happen to it?

- Well, a
lot can happen to your house

when you're not there.

- Paris.

- Yes.

I think we'll just have
forgo Paris this year.

- You don't have to
give it all to Mama.

It's bad enough that we have
to go there every Sunday.

- But Mama needs it.

- Mama-

- Mama, Mama, Mama, Mama!

Always, Mama.

- Christine, what?

- When I was a little,
she hated it when I cried.

She got rid of me as
soon as she could.

I had to work, I
had to make money,

and she took all of it.

She placed me.

And each time I got used to
it, she moved me on again.

Oh, yes, Mama, Mama,
beloved, precious, Mama.

Come on, Lea.

We don't want to
keep Mama waiting.

- And!

Shh!
- Who's that?

- Shh!

Let me listen.

Who could it be in this weather?

Oh, post.

- Anything for me, Mama?

- Look at that!

No return address.

Who do you think
it could be from?

- Well, it's not a wedding.

- Maybe a funeral.

Whose, I wonder>

Another letter from the
Little Shepherds of the Mount.

Will they never stop
asking for money?

Those children must be
eating out of golden bowls.

- Do you really
think it's going to rain

straight through the winter?

- Well, you never can tell.

But it looks it, doesn't it?

Still, don't complain, Isabelle.

At least we don't
have to go out.

- What is it, Lea?

Another letter from Mama?

Go on, then.

Read it.

- I'll read it later.

- Read it now.

Read it out loud.

"Lea, my pet, my little dove,

"I know I'll see you and
Christine on Sunday as usual,

"but I miss you, little Lea.

"You'll always be little."

Poor Mama.

- Christine, Mama is just-

- Mama is just what?

"You can't wear your hair
like that anymore, Lea,

"like a child, all
that long hair.

"Next Sunday I'll
fix it for you.

"It'll be better that way.

"Like Christine's.

"Won't fall in the soup."

"Or get Christine
to fix for you.

"But tell her to be gentle."

I'm never going back.

You can go if you want to.

- You know I wouldn't
go without you.

- You still care for her.

She loves you.

- Christine, Mama loves you too.

She's just-

- What?

Scared of you.

- Scared of me?

You never stick up for me!

But that's right, defend her.

Take her part like
you always do!

- Don't be angry with me!

- I'm not angry with you.

- Your face, it looks-

- What?

What's the matter with my face?

- Nothing!

Nothing's the matter
with your face.

It just, there's nothing
wrong with your face.

Your face is beautiful.

- I'll fix it for you.

Just like she says.

If we didn't go back,

we could spend all our Sundays
together, just to ourselves.

We could walk.

We could go to the station
and watch the trains come in.

We could sit in the park.

But you wouldn't
want that, would you?

You want to go back, don't you?

Don't you, Lea?

There, like that.

That's what she meant.

How do you like it?

How do you like it?

- I hate it!

All right, stop it, please!

I hate it!

- I am a monster, aren't I?

Just like she said.

- You're not a monster.

- Here, let me,

let me do it.

Please.

Please.

What did you mean when you
said my face was beautiful?

- What I said.

- What's beautiful about it?

Tell me one thing.

This time we're not
giving it all to Mama.

["La Vie Parisienne"
by Offenbach]

- Christine, we
can never go back!

- Not you, Lea.

Not ever you.

She'll never stop loving you.

But why shouldn't you
keep your own money?

Look, she'll forgive you.

You'll see.

She always has.

And Lea, Lea, you know what
we'll do with the money?

We'll save it.

We'll save it all from now on.

We'll put it together,
yours and mine, and save it.

And some day, some day...

Look.

Remember what I said?

From now on we'll spend
all our Sundays together,

just the two of us.

And Lea, Lea, you can decide.

Whatever you want, we'll do.

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Hold this.

Pull.

Pull!

Pull!

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull!

- That's enough.

I have to go down.

- But it's not time yet.

Don't you want to play anymore?

- What do you think of mine?

- Amazing.

- Well, together, I must
say, we make quite a pair.

Come along.

They're here.

Come along, Isabelle.

Hurry up.

The door.

- Look at this hem.

I'll never sew like you.

All those years with the
sisters and I never learned.

- The sisters didn't
know how to teach you.

Remember when I used to
visit you at the convent

and you waited by the gate?

You were so little and
so hungry all the time.

You're still hungry
all the time.

- Christine.

- Hmm?

- Can I...

- Can you what?

- Can I look at the lace?

- Of course you can.

All yours.

- No one sews like you.

- It's almost finished.

Try it on.

Don't you want to?

- Yes, I want to.

- I'll close my eyes.

I want to be surprised.

- Christine?

You can look now.

It's beautiful.

- It's you who are beautiful.

- I'm cold.

- I know.

[Isabelle playing
haltingly and humming]

- Christine!

Christine!

- Look, Lea.

Look at me.

It's not even dented.

Look, don't be frightened.

Nothing is broken.

Look at me.

My angel.

- Ah.

And now.

Hurry!

- This will
make a lovely photograph.

You're sisters, aren't you?

- Yes.

-
I knew right away.

Did your mother always
dress you like that?

- Like what?

- Twins.

- We're not twins.

I'm five years older
than my sister.

- Five years?

How about your sister?

Cat got her tongue?

- She's shy.

- Well, I
always wanted a sister,

shy or not.

A sister sticks by you,

even when you're in trouble.

Such a shy thing.

I bet you're your
mother's favorite.

- No.

-
What a sweet smile.

Still a child, isn't she?

Please now, both of you
smile and look at me.

Splendid.

That'll be fine.

No one would ever know the
two of you were servants.

The Danzards, aren't you?

- Yes.

- I
hear the daughter's

going to be married soon.

Of course, I've been
hearing that for years.

You two certainly are discreet.

- Come on Lea, don't be slow.

- Madame Danzard
makes you work hard enough,

I imagine, for the
money she pays you?

- 50 francs, didn't you say?

- For you
girls, I'll make it 25.

- 50 is what
you said, 50 is what we pay.

- I see.

Very well.

- Hurry, Lea.

- Thank you.

- 1, 2, 3 start.

You have nothing to start with.

Oh!

Why didn't I see that 7?

Wait a minute, now.

Just a moment.

And what's happening over there?

That 6 is still sitting
there, and the 9.

Go ahead.

- What 9?

- The 9 of diamonds
under the 10 of clubs!

What's the matter with you?

- Mama, please, I
can't concentrate!

- What are you talking about?

Of course you can concentrate.

This is a game of concentration.

You have to concentrate.

You have to concentrate
on every little detail,

otherwise all will be lost!

Ha, ha, ha, that's perfect!

Where is that ace?

Where is that ace of diamonds?

- I've got the ace of
spades, and the 2, and the 3!

- Oh, Isabelle, how could you?

Blocked again, it's incredible.

They'll be down in a minute.

Have you noticed?

They don't speak anymore.

The older one walks by
me as if I'm not there.

- The older one was
always that way.

- Every Sunday up in that room.

It's amazing.

- They've always
kept to themselves.

- They haven't seen
their mother in months.

- That's just as well.

- Nine, 10, jack!

What's wrong with her?

She's put too much
salt in these again!

Have they forgotten the
Flantons are coming?

Do you know what
they did yesterday?

When I was coming
back from the Lupans

I saw them sitting in the park.

At 11 o'clock in the morning.

- Unbelievable.

- 11 o'clock in the morning.

I mean, I didn't say
anything, but they knew.

Ugh.

Yes or no?

- Take a chance, Mama.

Go ahead.

- Oh, it's hearts!

It's just what I
was waiting for.

Ace, two, three.

- And five, oh,
six, seven, eight!

Eight, oh!

Ha!

Ah!

Seven!

Oh!

- Christine?

- Mama!

Do you see?

- Of course, I see.

Do you think I'm blind?

What on earth allows her to
think she can wear a garment

like that in this house?

I can't believe my eyes.

A cardigan like that
must have cost...

I wonder if I pay them too much.

- You told me I could wear it.

- When I gave it to you,

I never told you you could
wear it downstairs, did I?

What were you thinking?

Why would you want
to wear that sweater

anywhere but in our own room?

- I was only thinking of us.

- Or lying!

I have eyes; I can see.

When you polish the stairs,
you're looking off into nowhere.

When you sew, you
prick your fingers.

When you wax the floor,
you get wax on your shoes.

You drop plates.

You chip cups.

You burn yourself with the iron.

- I dropped that
plate six weeks ago.

- What about the cup?

- The cup was chipped
when we came here.

I do things.

I get things done!

- But you keep yourself
perfect, don't you?

Your collar just right in front,

your cuffs folded just so.

And why?

Do you do everything for her?

She'll take you with
her when she goes.

- I've always dressed this way.

Look at me!

- You're different, believe me.

I know.

- Now, I see.

Hand made.

That wool!

You didn't think it was
from Dupan's, do you?

Such an extravagance!

Imagine if someone had seen!

- Mama, you go too far.

- Oh, do I?

Do I, my dear?

You don't know this
town like I do.

You think I go too far.

Oh, no, my dear.

You haven't lived here
nearly long enough.

What did I tell you?

Perfect.

You really should
trust me, Isabelle.

Have I ever chosen
anything you didn't like?

Eventually?

- It looks better at home.

- Of course it does.

Everything always
looks better at home.

I can't wait to see a certain
someone's face when you walk,

oh, put your arm down, Isabelle.

Remember how long
she took last time?

What about my iron?

It's the second time since
October it's had to be repaired.

Well, it's another five francs
out of her pay this month.

Incredible how long it
takes to do a simple hem.

You know, my dear,

I really think this is too
tight around the chest.

You can't wear these
things too tight.

Except for your wedding
dress, of course.

Now how am I going to
take you to the Flantons

with a crooked hem?

The neck needs to be
lower, definitely lower.

This is impossible!

Really, with crepe at
seven francs a meter!

Next time we'll go
to the dressmakers!

- There was nothing
wrong with that hem.

Nothing!

You saw it.

That hem was perfectly straight.

Wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

- Of course it was.

- She sees things, things
that aren't even there.

Her and her daughter.

You won't go, will you?

- Go?

Where would I go?

- Even if she
goes, you won't go.

Lea, you're thinking about
it all the time, aren't you?

It's why you're always dreaming,

always off in that other world.

- There is no other world.

Christine, don't be upset!

- You heard Madame.

You heard what she said.

- What did she say?

- You heard her!

Don't pretend like you didn't!

- I didn't hear anything!

- What?

Nothing about her daughter?

- Mademoiselle
Isabelle, you mean?

- Who else?

- Christine,
don't be like that!

You sound just like Mama.

- You smiled at her.

I saw you.

- I didn't smile.

- Promise me that you
won't go when she goes.

- If she goes.

She may never leave, Christine.

She may never get married.

- Just answer me.

- Christine.

- Answer me!

Don't just keep
saying "Christine!"

You're all I have left.

You're all I'll ever have.

Sometimes I think I'll
never have enough time.

Sometimes every morning I
imagine things that you...

Oh, Lea, there'll never
be enough time for us.

- Come sit with me.

- I tried to talk to her.

- Who?

- Sister Veronica.

I waited for her
after morning mass.

I waited for her.

But she wouldn't.

She wouldn't talk to me!

Her shoes, her shoes kept
clicking on the stone.

But she wouldn't stop!

She wouldn't turn around.

She never turned around.

- You never told me.

Christine?

- Yes?

- Let's pretend I'm her.

Close your eyes.

You can look now.

- Did you see
them coming back from church

in their white gloves?

And those hats?

They don't even look
like maids anymore.

But they're losing
their looks, my dear.

Have you noticed how
thin they've become?

- Especially
the younger one.

- And those circles
under the eyes.

It's as if they never sleep.

- Look at this, Mama.

- What?

- There.

Right there, don't you see?

- They're getting careless.

- Lea.

Lea.

- Someone.

Someone behind me.

Pulling me, pulling.

Before, before I
turn around, I know.

And I can, even in my mind,

I can feel all her little bones.

- Shh.

Try and sleep.

Go to sleep.

- She snatches me
into the house,

and then run from
corner to corner.

But she gets everywhere first.

- Shh.

♪ Sleep my little
sister, sleep ♪

♪ Dream mine here now,
dream your dreams ♪

♪ All the things
you want to be ♪

- You won't never leave
me, will you, Christine?

You won't, will you?

- No.

♪ Dream my little
sister, dream ♪

♪ Dream mine here now

- I don't think I could
bear it alone in this house.

The lonely house.

♪ All the things
you want to be ♪

♪ My little sister,
dream for me ♪

- Do you hear me?

I'm so scared.

When we came back from the park,

Madame was waiting for us.

Weren't you scared?

- Madame never
speaks to us anymore.

She hasn't said a word in weeks.

- She never did.

Christine, she never did.

♪ Somewhere there are meadows.

♪ Somewhere there are hills

♪ Somewhere horses run
and sheep are still ♪

♪ Sleep my little
sister, sleep ♪

♪ Sleep through darkness,
sleep so deep. ♪

♪ All the rivers find the sea

♪ My little sister,
sleep for me ♪

- Christine!

Christine!

- What is it?

What happened?

- The iron.

I was in the middle
of the satin blouse.

- Did you burn it?

- What will Madame do?

What will she do to us?

- How can Madame be angry?

It's not your fault.

Let me see the blouse.

Let me see it.

- Is it all right?

Is it?

Is it?

- Don't worry.

- Are you sure?

- It's all right.

- What will happen
now, Christine?

What will happen now?

- Nothing will happen.

Just have to wait.

- How much money
do we have saved?

- Not enough.

- I know it's not enough.

But it will be,
one day, won't it?

Won't it?

- Shh.

Rest now.

- And then, and then
we'll go away from here.

And,

and.

- Yes.

Yes, my Lea.

Someday.

- I burnt it, didn't I?

Tell me.

Tell me.

- My angel.

My love.

It's all right.

Shh.

- Where are they?

- How should I know?

- Don't answer me like that!

Go and find them!

Do you hear me?

This is absurd!

She should be here to
take these packages!

She should have been
here to open the door!

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

What time is it anyway?

- A quarter past 5:00.

- A quarter past 5:00.

I mean, really!

A quarter past 5:00
and not a sign of them!

I never heard anything like it!

Go and look in the kitchen!

They must be in there.

- Lea!

Listen!

- Well, what took you so long?

- It's them.

- Oh, no.

- They're not there, Mama.

And-

- Impossible.

I'll go.

They must be there.

And what?

- There's a glass
in the sink, broken.

- Broken.

Nerve.

What on earth can they be doing?

- Maybe they'll go away.

- Shh, listen!

- What do we do, Christine?

What will we do?

- Lea.

- Maybe they're upstairs.

I'm going up there at once.

- I have to go down.

- Wait.

- Mama, wait!

- Wait?

What for?

- I don't think you should.

- Do you want them
to come up here?

- This is my house!

Of course I'm going
upstairs at once!

You don't have to come
if you don't want to.

- If I don't go down,
they'll come up.

- I'm frightened!

Christine, I'm frightened!

Don't leave me!

- What's this?

The lights are off up here.

Oh, this is really something.

- Madame.

Madame has come back.

- What is this?

How dare you expect me to
come back to a dark house!

- It was the iron, Madame.

It blew the fuse.

- Again?

Unbelievable.

That iron was just repaired.

- What about my satin blouse?

Your sister didn't
burn it, did she?

She didn't burn my blouse?

- Mademoiselle's blouse
isn't finished yet.

- Not finished?

She's wearing it
to the Blanchards!

- I came back to change into it!

- And why weren't
you downstairs?

Where's your apron?

- I finished early, Madame.

- Don't lie to me.

I won't have a liar in my house.

- Madame knows I don't lie.

- She is lying.

I can tell.

- You disappoint me.

Send your sister down with
my daughter's blouse at once.

- Madame can't
see my sister now.

- What?

- Just listen how
she speaks to you!

- I will
see your sister this instant,

and she will explain how
she came to ruin my iron!

- I already explained,
Madame, about the iron.

- You call that an explanation?

- It
wasn't our fault.

- No?

Then whose fault was it?

Did you hear that?

- I heard.

Who knows what else
they've been doing.

- If Madame doesn't trust us,

if she thinks,

we'll leave this house.

- Leave?

And just where do
you think you'll go?

- We'll find another house.

- Will you?

Not after what
I've seen tonight.

- Madame has seen nothing!

- Nothing?

Nothing?

That hair, that face.

You smell of it my dear.

- Oh, Madame, don't, please.

- Not another word
out of your mouth.

Breaking my iron, my
house in darkness!

- I already told Madame
it wasn't our fault!

- Going to church every Sunday

thinking you were
a child of God?

- Madame, you have no right!

- No right?

You must be mad!

- She is mad.

Just look at her!

- It's you who have
no right, Christine!

Just look at that
sister of yours.

You'll never work
with her again.

God forgive me for what
I have harbored here.

You dirt!

Scum!

Scum sisters!

- Not my sister.

Not my sister!

- Mama!

- Not my sister!

- The bodies of
Madame and Mademoiselle Danzard

were found in the hallway.

On the floor were fragments
of bone and teeth,

a diamond earring,

hair pins, a handbag,

a set of keys, a
package of meat.

The walls and doors were
covered with splashes of blood

reaching a height of two meters.

Madame Danzard's
body lay face up.

Mademoiselle Danzard's
body face down,

the coat pulled up,
the skirt pulled up,

the undergarments pulled
down, revealing deep wounds

on the buttocks and multiple
slashes on the calves.

On the last step
of the staircase,

a single eye was found intact,

complete with the optic nerve.

The eye had been torn
out without the aid
of an instrument.

- What did
you have against

Madame and Mademoiselle Danzard?

Was Madame good to you?

Did anything abnormal happen

between you and your sister?

You understand me, don't you?

Was it simply sisterly love?

Speak.

You are here to
defend yourselves.

You will be judged.

- Lea.

I want Lea.

I beg you.

Give me my sister!

Give me Lea!

Lea!