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Hi Dad! You're finally home. How was the hospital?

As usual, you know.

Let me rest five minutes,

then get your things and come in the office.

No clearly, you haven't understood the main point.

When one can't figure the antiderivativa

of an integral function,

one uses the integration by parts. Here, for example.

Now…

We don't know how to calculate the antiderivative of xcos(x).

But since we know the product,

we can try the calculation of the integration by parts.

Suppose that u'(x)=cosx and v(x)=x. Then u(x)=sinx et v'(x)=1. Thus:

"Idle Youth By all things enslaved"

Through sensitivity I've wasted my days.

Let the moment come When hearts love as one.

I told myself: Wait And let no one see:

And without the promise Of true ecstasy.

Let nothing delay This hiding away.

I've been patient so long

I've forgotten even The terror and suffering

Flown up to heaven,

A sick thirst again Darkens my veins.

So the meadow Freed by neglect,

Flowered, overgrown

With weeds and incense, To the buzzing nearby

Of a hundred foul flies.

Thousand widowhoods Of a soul so poor

It bears only the image Of our Lady before!

Does one then pray, Lucille?

To the Virgin today?

"Idle Youth By all things enslaved…" Lucille!

Lucille!

It is 8:05!

Excuse me, I didn't hear. I was reading.

If you wish to read, do so in the evening, after supper…

Yes father.

Next time you go without supper if you insist on arriving late.

Such a storm this morning!

The weather is crazy.

When I was young it never rained this time of year.

Human beings consume too much. We're suffocating the planet.

Can they prove it scientifically, dad?

Yes… naturally…

If you'ld like to learn more, I could get you an advanced text on meteorology.

For your 18th birthday.

For my birthday?

That would be a good practical present.

Yes, but…

Practical and educational.

A far cry from our advertising TV culture.

What I'ld really like to do is… to go to college…

that would be educational… to study poetry.

Poetry?

Yeah… Oscar Wilde, Rimbaud, Baudelaire... and literature too.

What good is studying literature and poetry?

You can read yourself and that's sufficient.

Oscar Wilde doesn't deserve all the attention you give him.

The man was a pervert and it's just as well that he was imprisoned.

And if you'd like to write poetry

you can do it to your heart's content right here at home.

But I'd learn more if I went away to college.

Not really… One doesn't learn as effectively in a group setting.

But since you really don't like teaching me poetry…

You'd be better off with the sciences.

You could help me here. Before you wanted to be a doctor, like me.

I've changed my mind.

And that's just the problem. You never stick with anything.

Remember what happened when you were twelve?

You wanted to go away to boarding school,

but you were back home three months later.

You told me that you couldn't make any friends

and that you cried yourself to sleep each night. Isn't that right?

When your mother was sick those two long years…

What good is studying literature and poetry?

… your father asked me …

You can read yourself and that's sufficient.

To come and take care of you…

The man was a pervert and it's just as well that he was imprisoned.

… but I couldn't come then.

Now, clearly, you haven't understood the main point.

You'd be better off with the sciences.

And if you wish to write poetry

you can do it to your heart's content right here at home.

I hate you! Let me out!

Let me out!

You're all that he has.

Thank you. Goodbye.

I am Lucille's great aunt.

I'm so glad that you've come to help with her care.

Joan Genova. Yes. I'm thankful for the opportunity to be here.

I hope it wasn't too hard to get out here.

Oh no no. I managed to find a driver who knew the way from the main station.

So, you are from Italy?

Yes, from Calabria, the mountains.

When I was 15 my parents sent me to my uncle's in Boston.

I imagine you must resemble your mother?

Yes.

In our family too, the girls all resemble their mother.

Let me show you to Arthur's. I'm sorry, Doctor Baert's office.

Thank you.

Come in.

Please be seated, Miss Genova.

You are later than we expected you.

Yes, I'm so sorry.

I shall explain the situation.

One week ago my daughter had an accident.

She suffered third degree burns on her face

and tissue loss around the left cheek and nose.

After first making an incision,

I treated the most serious wounds with a series of allografts

through which I have avoided any serious hydro-electrical complications.

She shows no respiratory complications, but

you must nonetheless observe closely to forestall any hypermetabolisation,

guard against infection, and help her maintain nutritional levels.

I would like her watched twenty-four hours day.

I shall remain with her as much as is necessary.

In this house I do not wish to hear any mention of the hospital.

Yes, of course.

I will show you to your room.

Those are Italian shoes, right?

Yes.

Very good.

"Pharmaceutical Formulary for Surgeons and Nurses."

Lucille, your nurse has arrived.

Come in.

Good morning, Lucille.

She remains in a state of shock.

Mutism and paralysis of the extremities.

Bandages, compresses, disinfection, sodium chloride solution

cortisone, everything you need is right here.

Very good.

You will give her six of these and two capsules four times a day.

I must leave now.

I'll be back at 6:30 sharp if I have no emergencies.

"Flowers of Evil." Baudelaire.

Lucille has not had any problems?

She refused to eat.

You may leave us now.

Lucille, my dear… you know that today is your birthday…

I'll heal you quickly,

I promise you.

Just look at your present.

Your mother made me promise that I give them to you on your 18th birthday.

I keep them for you… just for now…

Soon everything will be just as it was.

I'm sure of it…

Is something hurting?

That itches… Is that it?

That doesn't itch anymore…

look at me…

Breath deeply now…

Zygomaticus major:

39.

…Zygomaticus minor:

31.

Levator anguli oris:

18.

Masseter:

28. Got it?

You will apply this cream twice a day.

It will regenerate the tissue underneath the bandage.

Really now, be careful!

Always the same scarring.

Look at this.

These idiots. Incompetents!

Lucille will have no scars… not like Anna.

It began with a tissue sample, followed by an ablation.

They were never sure of anything so they cut.

In the end, they gave her back to me covered with scars

without ever having healed her.

My poor Arthur…

I should have kept her at home.

You would have taken good care of her.

She has developed a strong fever.

I'll be back. Above all, don't put this one back in the cage with the others

Poor Lucille, I should make her one of her favorite dinners.

Here, give her this injection.

Above all, keep an eye on her breathing.

Grandma… are you sure this is really what you want?

I can't possibly take it from you.

But she really wants you to have it.

Let me go!

A pervert…

imprisoned…

you can't make friends...

idiot…

it's fearful outside...

he's right… yes, you see… I can't … nothing nothing nothing

I'd rather die… I'm better off dead.

Here, take this book on reconstructive plastic surgery.

It's incomplete, of course…

Thank you.

Like all the other books, they haven't included my new research so

they're a bit outdated…

Yes… I'm sure.

I'm thinking that you must be up to date… Lucille…

Yes …that is, how so?

Because of her attempted suicide.

You have too much imagination!

I know that it can't be easy for a father to understand…

Foolishness!

But she's the one who told me…

Enough!

How can you be so…

That will do! I do not require a lecture from you… Do I make myself clear?

Yes.

No…

No no no!

I have no more use for you!

You slow me down more than you help me.

Here, take a sip.

Thank you.

Feel better?

It was one thing we didn't need…

Dear God, help us!

Above all, you have to take care of yourself.

Your pulse is low.

If that continues you have to talk to Lucille's father…

anyway, you can get him to listen to you.

And I never saw it coming … My God!

You have to promise not to worry yourself for Lucille.

What happened was in the past. I'm here to help her now.

Yes, but poor Arthur… You must not hold it against him.

I never expected that reaction.

He adores his daughter. He doesn't want to see any harm come to her.

Yes, I never doubted that…

And Lucille is the same as him.

She can't forgive herself for causing him pain.

Will you be OK?

Yes.

I'm going to go and comfort her.

No. This is my job; I'm the one who should be doing it.

And besides that… it's not good for you.

What is this ointment made from?

Growth proteins. Antihistamines as well.

It makes it easier for the graft to take

by accelerating the uniform budding of the skin.

Come see! I'll explain it to you.

What you see here is much more than a

simple culture of keratinocytes on a bed of fibroblasts.

You will find all the different strata of the skin:

The epidermis here,

the basal layer of course,

collagen that attaches the epidermis to the dermis, as you know,

melanocytes

and above all the different proteins and cells.

Why not use the skin you've taken from other parts of her body?

To end up with a leopard's skin, blemishes and scars everywhere?

You've seen the terrible results they end up with at the hospital.

Yes, unfortunately.

I've uncovered all the properties of the skin...

Resilience, flexibility, regeneration.

The sensitivity to touch, pigmentation, nutrition. It's all there.

Perfectly reconstituted skin.

Very impressive!

Tomorrow will be our day.

Sleep well tonight.

Are you alright?

You think you can stand?

My legs are weak.

"Quercetin/Nettle Plus."

Please, do it like you did yesterday.

You may leave us.

No, stay.

Help her to sit on the edge please.

70 by 110. A little bit low.

You will give her these in addition to the others.

She needs to regain muscle mass.

Surely there are other ways than the medication…

She is getting enough nourishment now.

Yeah, I can't stand swallowing these pills.

Very well… Since you're doing so much better

I'm sure you can do without them.

Any more problems with the pulse rate?

I'm sorry. I got a little bit carried away before…

Only three minutes left…

Are you baking a cake?

In the kitchen at least I'm still useful.

Well, I don't know how they got by around here before you came.

Poor things… frozen dinners and canned food…

They would never survive without you.

I'm old now… tired…

I'd like to be with Jan.

It's time that he calls me back to him.

No no, don't say that...

That smells good…

Here, for Lucille.

No. You go and surprise her.

Mussels! I missed them so much. Do you like it?

It smells delicious.

I have to learn how to cook so I can make them myself.

I'll show you.

That might come in handy.

Dad, when will you take off the last bandages?

In three days,

I've got to check the results and reduce the bandage once more.

In one more week you will feel the fresh air on your face.

And you'll be finally able to see what I look like.

I can imagine.

You will have some micro-scars,

they'll only be noticeable to the touch

and they will be all but indistinguishable before you know it.

You're the best, Dad. I knew you'ld succeed.

I didn't know what to do with myself, you know, before you came.

I mean I felt so alone. I never got to see anybody else. Just him and her.

I'm really glad that you're here.

I think Parker has learned his lesson...

after what happened to him this time.

What happened to him?

Accident in the car.

A bad one.

He was drunk!

He barely got out alive…

so many broken bones

but he hung on to life

and he rediscovered his faith.

And all the carrying on with the married women, it's all over?

Yes, he realized he was on the slippery slope…

Too bad.

Don't you think he was sexier before?

No...

now it's Betty who has the problems.

Well anyway, it's their lives and they should do what they want.

Where is Joan?

She's in the lab.

I thought you'd hired her to take care of me.

Since you don't need her anymore she's going to help me.

It's just like with the other baby-sitters.

Each year you found a new one and they were never good enough for you.

Stop it.

I need her as an assistant.

Lucille! Lucille!

Oh God, are you alright?

Hold on me.

It will all have to be removed. It was not irrigated.

But she still can be healed?

Of course… but I need living skin this time.

It will all have to be removed. It was not irrigated…

But she still can be healed?

Of course… but I need living skin this time.

I want to stay like this forever.

I know…

Your skin is so soft,

so sweet…

You smell so good…

your skin melts in the mouth like chocolate.

Your face

should be in a Michelangelo, or something.

I can't believe how soft and white your breasts are…

Such compliments,

you'll spoil me…

I want to know everything about you.

There's not so much to know.

Well, like…

Have you ever been in love before?

Yes, once…

Who was it?

A schoolmate, in Italy.

And did you let her touch you like that?

No...

never like that.

Was it better than with me?

No...

No… never this intense.

And...

were you together a long time?

Until my mother caught us…

What?

She sent me away, to Boston.

She separated you from your love? So mean!

She never told anyone about this.

She was too ashamed.

She banished me like I had the plague.

So she made up an excuse that I was going to marry my cousin, in Boston.

Did you marry him?

Of course not.

I refused.

After?

Nothing…

you.

You were waiting for me?

Yes, I was waiting

for you.

Me too,

I was waiting for you.

I have never been in love for real.

The girls in my age, one or two I met, they all seemed so stupid.

Maybe you didn't meet a lot of them…

I like older women.

That means if I were younger,

you wouldn't have fallen in love with me?

Yes, I would have…

as soon as I saw you, I fell in love with you.

"And then by common accord"

they glide towards each other underwater.

The female shark using its fins,

and Maldoror cleaving the waves with his arms;

And they hold their breath in deep veneration,

each one wishing to gaze for the first time upon the other, his living portrait.”

You should show me some of your poems.

Do you really want to see them?

Yes. Of course.

I might want to.

Later, after my face is healed, and we're far away from here.

How do you feel?

Still tired... and you?

I feel fine. Dad says I'm recovering fast.

Good.

It's always taken me a long time to heal from anything.

The Guiding Light.

Presented by Dash. The soap that does everything in your washing machine.

And Ivory soap. The most famous soap in the world.

Looking from left to right,

Harriet and Gwendolyn.

Don't you think Harriet has an outstanding complexion?

Well, Ivory is her beauty soap.

Now, don't be hurt Gwendolyn.

You can have that ivory look yourself…

And now a little snack!

Something's got you worried.

Pretty soon your father's going to ask me to leave.

But we will leave together as soon as you're better.

'Cause I might be jealous if you touch somebody else!

Dad! Come quick!

Are you in pain?

I saw them…

I hate you! Let me out!

Let me out!

Miss Genova,

If you'ld like, I have a job for you.

You must help me... my daughter needs a private nurse…

I don't want to admit her to the hospital…

I can't take anymore… I don't have any spare time.

Listen,

you must be careful.

Some colleagues are already suspicious of what has happened with your patients.

So...

you better leave before they find out.

You must never do that again.

I could crush you like a worm.

Just let her leave.

It will be the best for everyone.

It is you who are going to leave, and right away…

and don't think about working in any hospital of this country…

I'll scour each and every personnel department,

and I'll see to it that you are cut out like a cancer!

And you, doctor,

did you have the approval of the families

before taking off the precious skin grafts?

Who would believe you?

On the other hand,

I've taken the trouble of keeping an autopsy report

of each patient you euthanized.

I have all the proof and need only call the police.

Hello.

Yes, please send a taxi out here to me to Rockhill, The Baert Estate. Thank.

What did she mean with that story about skin grafts?

Nothing.

You have taken the skin of the dead!?

What is it, you want it to be like with Anna, that we lose Lucille, too?

Give me that.

Now all we need is for you to break a leg.

Just take it easy.

Lucille,

Lucille it's me.

All this will pass.

Pretty soon you won't resent me anymore.

Lucille?

Lucille, do you hear me?

Give me the key!

No.

Ingrid, please, give me the key!

No.

Give me the key!

Now give me that key!

This time, I saw Woman in the city,

and I spoke to her, and she spoke to me.

I was in the bedroom, in the darkness.

They came to tell me that she there at my house;

And I saw her in my bed all mine, in darkness!