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THE HUSSY

Sunday is Mother's Day. Write her a nice poem.

Nathalie, read me your poem.

Happy Mother's Day, I hope you'll like my present.

I'll tell you a story.

You're beautiful like wheaten bread,

you smell like lavender,

and your thoughts are like wild roses,

and you'll be an angel.

I hope you'll be happy with all these hearts.

Good.

Haven't you written anything, Mado?

Don't like my mom.

Quiet!

Alexandra, go on. Speak up!

Your love is faster than the wind,

you forgive my silliness, give me your love.

And I love you, Mom.

Go to hell!

Don't come near!

I didn't move!

I never hurt anyone... you're not nice.

The girl I saw was nice. She smiled... Is she yours?

- How do you know? - I know.

I don't know you.

I'll slug you one.

Is she good at school?

Good at scratching her pimples.

Always scratching!

You're nice.

No time to listen to you.

Why? Got a husband?

What's it to you?

Why not with me?

You think I'm no good?

You're a pain!

Come and sit down.

I'll take care of her.

I have a gift to cure burns.

Pimples are about the same as burns.

I got it from my grandma.

I can tell you the formula, but you need the gift.

"Fire, begone, like Judas on the Mount of Olives..."

Tell me to come, I'll cure her.

You can't, my friend is at home.

I'll cure her anyway.

I won't hurt you.

I just wanna talk. Come for a walk.

OK, but not in the woods.

They mustn't see us.

May I kiss you?

Just once.

See, I'm nice!

Yes, but I'm still scared.

I saw your mother.

I said I'd cure your pimples. She said OK.

You gotta come to my home...

It's nice there... there's a TV.

I'm afraid you'll run away!

You don't have a TV.

Should I tie your feet?

You can, but not too tight.

No, there's no need.

No-one must see us.

Get out. I have to back up.

You're heavy.

I'm scared stiff.

I have to be home by 5.

Keep your head down.

Next time I'll kill you!

Come on, Mickey!

Don't move.

I'm scared stiff.

There's my room...

It's not big enough for two.

I'll show you. You can tell me...

There's only one bed.

You don't mind sleeping in the same bed?

No, I don't mind.

Go behind the ladder

and hide.

Let me cut the string.

Hide!

Up the ladder!

Be quiet and go to bed.

I'm not hungry.

Tell me what you like to eat.

What d'you like best?

I don't know.

Tuna fish.

Canned?

Flaked.

In oil?

Olive oil?

Don't know... plain oil.

What else d'you like best?

Sausages.

To cook?

The red sausages you buy in cans.

Frankfurters?

I don't know.

I'm on edge too.

On damp or rainy days I can't relax.

Tomorrow I'll treat you.

How old are you?

17.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What's wrong?

I don't like baloney.

What baloney?

You say you're 17 and you shave.

Nobody can shave under 19!

Not true... I was 15 when I started.

Don't believe me?

I believe all I'm told.

I'll treat your pimples.

Your hair!

Does it hurt?

A little.

It's no use... My mother tried.

Keep your voice down.

The doctor had us buy some cream.

They tied my hands so I wouldn't scratch in bed.

But it was no use - I still scratch.

When you scratch, I'll rap you on the knuckles.

What will you be when you grow up?

Nothing.

Maybe saleswoman if I can.

Don't stay here. Go to bed.

I'll be back in a minute.

It records you.

So I can watch over you all the time.

I want to pee.

"When I knock at the door."

"When I knock at the door..."

"Knock... ck."

I don't give a damn.

"Knock... ck."

I don't get it.

You better behave! Otherwise...

Your mom said I could beat you.

She'd beat me with a belt.

She doesn't beat me anymore.

When she did, I never cried...

So it's no use.

Dictation is no use.

Math is important... and that I know.

It's not worth studying.

My mind isn't on dictations at the moment.

Write the

Without a diploma, you'll be nothing...

I have none.

- A diploma to be saleswoman? - Of course!

Just a little more then.

Write your name.

I'm Madeleine.

Kneel down!

Why aren't you nice?

Why should I be?

I can't tell you.

Why?

You aren't the first to be kidnapped.

You know who kidnaps them?

It's the bosses.

This is a little girl's blood.

The boss came up and bled a girl before you.

She was 12.

Who are the bosses?

Those who command...

If you saw them... They're wicked!

It's not me.

They kidnap the girls.

Once I had to shave one.

They threw her in the water.

You must be nice with me.

Any noise and they'll come up...

and kill you.

When I don't do as they say...

they beat me.

I want to go away!

Go if you want.

Go if you want!

I'm scared... scared stiff!

I'm going to cry. Go to bed.

We can leave.

Where can I go?

You don't know the bosses.

When I'm away from home, I get ill.

With the change of air...

I won't cry...

I'll put a bolt on the door so they can't come up.

With the bolt they can't come up.

Sometimes I'll be strict.

Even if I don't like it.

But sometimes you've got to be or you're nothing.

Nothing but cookies!

I'm going to work.

I'll bring back food.

You can't stay here. Keep away from the window.

Afterwards go to bed.

Be quiet and they won't come up.

No need to be afraid.

When I come back, I'll knock three times.

Or I'll cough. Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

It makes noise.

We can speak softly.

Knocking and coughing make noise.

I can knock softly.

Put a string through that hole.

This hole?

Yes.

OK. I'll put the string in.

I don't like chocolate with nuts.

I didn't know.

It's OK.

I'll try to exchange it.

They won't mind.

Is Mickey the dog?

Yes. He bites.

Hello, François.

There's 12 francs worth there.

Anatole's here. I'll buy you a drink.

You little rascal!

Trying to go up the ladder?

Come down, bad boy... Come down.

Go inside right away!

I want my clock.

- What's with him? - It's my father's.

It's your mother's now.

- He gave it to me! - What's all this?

You can ask Claudine.

Why do you need a clock? To start work on time?!

I can't find a job.

They hired you at the abattoir!

But it was at 5 A.M. and you're too lazy.

I'm not a thief!

I'm not a thief!

It's me!

You're there, open up!

The string!

- Open up! - The string.

We agreed on the string!

As long as I'm not called a thief...

They yelled.

It's my clock.

Did the boss hit you?

You'll see!

If he comes up, I kill him!

Go down and kill 'em!

Are you nuts?

Do they know I'm here?

No, they wouldn't give me the clock.

Is your father the boss?

My stepfather.

My mother sided with him.

And we fought.

Since he came, I gotta keep quiet.

"I'm the boss", he says.

It's my house, not his!

He turned my mother against me.

Even my sister's stopped talking to me.

She can't have spoken to you much.

You drunk too much...

I'm not used to it.

I only drink lemonade.

Even cider is too much.

You know what?

You wanna please me?

OK!

Go and make up with your mom.

No.

So you won't please me?

Just tell her you didn't mean to fight with her.

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