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DON'T DELIVER US FROM EVIL

Friday, 29th June... A good day.

Celine Crespin got the blame for me fooling around in class.

She'll be kept in on Sunday.

I confessed two sins of impurity that I hadn't committed.

That really gave me a thrill.

Lore and me get such pleasure when we do something wrong.

To sin has become our chief aim.

Let the other idiots live their lives doing good.

We shall dedicate our lives to Satan, our Lord and Master.

Oh, it's you.

I couldn't sleep.

Me neither.

You won't believe what I found.

What is it?

- Got the flashlight? - Yes.

Listen...

She was standing right next to me.

I raised my knee, parting her legs as though for a lover.

My hand on her blouse traced the shape of her naked body.

She yielded slowly, arching her back as her skin trembled.

Good, huh?

Sleep was not on their minds as they drew close.

The next day I went back to her and we blushed to see each other.

She took me to her bedroom so we could be alone.

We slipped together under the thin blankets.

Our heads nestled close and the light shone through.

We lay locked together, bodies cloaked in a strange radiance

delighting in our nakedness.

Who loved and who was the lover no man would ever know.

What's it called?

There's no cover.

- Who wrote it? - Doesn't say

- Where did you find it? - The attic above the music room.

There's loads, but I only got this one. Teacher was there.

- Shall we go? - Where?

To the attic?

They keep it locked.

That's lame. What can we do?

I'll get some tools from home next week.

There's loads of stuff there.

How did it go with the Priest?

Tell me all, my child.

We must purify your soul. Wash it of all sin.

That's what confession's for.

Should have seen his face.

The more I told him the redder he got.

He looked like a tomato.

So, girls, how's things?

Fine.

And school?

Not bad.

I'll bet. You're a pair of tearaways.

No, father.

I could almost believe you.

You should believe us. We're two good little girls.

Here we go.

- Regards to your parents, Lore. - See you soon.

Try to come.

How are you?

- Good. - Come inside, if you've time.

That's nice of you. but we have to get back for dinner.

You're sure?

Let's keep it for next time.

Of course.

Goodbye and regards to your wife.

And to yours. See you soon.

- Hello, Miss Anne. - Hello, Gustave.

- Gustave, where is Madame? - In her studio, sir.

Go up and see her.

Come in.

- Hello, mummy. - Hello, my sweet.

What is it?

It's a fabric design. Do you like it?

- It's really good. - Thanks.

Get changed, we're eating soon.

So, tell us Anne, what's happening at St Mary's?

Not much, mummy.

But there must be something to report.

How's the Crespin girl?

We bumped into her parents the other day.

She was kept in this weekend.

What did she do?

Made a noise in prayers.

I thought she was a model pupil.

Exactly! She's always managed to get away with it.

But she's your friend.

It's what she deserved. Always sucking up to the teachers.

Anne, leave the poor thing alone. You're hurting it.

Right. I'm off to bed.

Goodnight, daddy.

Goodnight, my dear.

Goodnight, mummy.

Goodnight, my love.

- Don't read too late. - I won't.

At your age you need sleep.

They were all amazed beyond measure and said:

He has performed great miracles.

He made the deaf to hear and the dumb to speak.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.

My dearest brethren...

We started late today, so I'll try to be brief.

Following the programme I set out over the last few weeks...

we come today to the worst of the seven deadly sins.

Lust...

To be precise - the dreadful sins of the flesh.

Remember, brethren, the sixth and ninth commandments.

Thou shalt not commit adultery.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife.

Punishment! Damnation! Hellfire! Corruption!

Thus, my dear brethren, listen to what I say to you.

I warn all those children present.

Especially those who are about to have their first Communion.

For this is the age when temptation first begins.

Avoid all bad examples and bad friends.

Parents, I beseech you.

Don't allow your children to see such obscene papers...

as are found now on all news stands.

Or these glossy magazines where marriage is scorned.

The woman treated worse than a dog.

Beware of cinema and television,

vehicles also of depravity and degradation.

Cursed be he who brings shame.

Remember the words of our Lord.

It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck.

and he cast into the sea,

than that he should offend any of these little ones.

I believe in one God, Almighty Father...

Goodbye, then.

Are you coming to ours?

We're going to my aunt's.

I really like this new priest.

Such words from a young man, it's very reassuring.

At least he's not trying to be trendy. Keeping up with the kids.

It was good sermon.

Lore?

Yes, sir?

Tell your parents to come for coffee at the chateau.

Please, Mr Fournier...

We have family business.

We don't have to stay long, daddy.

Stop that!

Please, Mrs Fournier.

The girls really want to...

Just a quick visit, then.

See you soon. Come along.

What are you doing later, Pierre?

Working.

Checking my conference speech.

I wish we could spend an afternoon together.

I want to play cards.

Why not play with Anne?

She doesn't know how.

And I don't like to see her stuck inside.

After all, this is her one day of freedom.

She's locked away all week.

Here they are!

Don't go far, Lore. We've only five minutes.

- Did you hear me? - Yes, daddy.

- Who's that? - Leon, the gardener.

- Why's he looking at us? - Ignore him. He's an idiot.

Here we are.

It's wonderful.

- Not disappointed? - It's just how I imagined.

It just needs a tidy up and a good clean.

Seen the fireplace?

It works too.

What was here before?

I don't know. Just a spare room.

We can put the bed there, and the books over there.

There's something else. Come and look.

- For the ceremony. - What is it?

The chateau's old chapel.

Not been used for 25 years.

Pretty, huh?

They put the coffins down here.

My father... I'd better go.

I wish we could stay here all day.

So do I.

They're over this side.

In three days it'll be vacation.

Lore came this afternoon.

She saw our room and the chapel.

She loved it.

Wonderful! We'll perform the ceremony there.

This morning we got two more hosts.

We've almost a hundred now.

Not that one. Take an old one.

This one's beautiful.

Try another.

This one?

It'll do fine.

Look.

It's not bad.

Fine for the old guy.

It's late. We should go up now.

See that?

What?

Sister Martha and the novice. Come on.

Goodnight, sisters.

Anne de Boissy!

- You asked to see me, my child? - Yes, Father.

You already had confession two days ago.

We must talk. It's important.

This way.

Come, my child.

Forgive me, father, I have sinned.

May the Lord be in your heart and on your lips,

so you may confess all sins.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

Recite the Confiteor.

I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin.

to blessed Michael to John the Baptist,

to the Holy Apostles, to all saints, and you Father.

That I have sinned in thought, word and deed.

Through my fault, through my most grievous fault.

Therefore I beseech...

Therefore I beseech Blessed Mary, ever Virgin

blessed Michael, blessed John

the Holy Apostles, all Saints, and you, Father

to pray to the Lord our God for me.

I hear you, my child.

What is it, my child?

You seem upset.

Don't cry, my child.

I've done something very bad.

No sin is so great that it cannot be pardoned.

I'm ashamed.

Come, come. Dry your tears.

- You have a handkerchief? - No.

Here, use mine.

Good. Now tell me...

Last night...

Yes?

Last night...

Go on.

Outside Sister Martha's room.

I looked through the keyhole.

And then?

I saw Sister Martha...

kissing Sister Cecile.

What did you say?

I saw her kiss Sister Cecile on the lips.

Go on... And what happened then?

I don't know, they locked the door.

And how did you feel when you'd seen this?

Was it good?

How do you mean?

When you saw them kissing?

Oh no, Father.

So why did you do it?

Out of curiosity.

What did you think after you'd seen it?

Did you want to do it?

Oh no, Father. It's wicked.

You are right, my child. It's a great sin.

If it's a great sin, Father, why did they do it?

One evening we must talk of all these things.

Life is not always simple.

This evening I don't have time.

But you were right to tell me.

It was very brave of you.

So don't worry.

But don't tell your friends.

It could do them much harm.

- Can I count on you? - Oh, yes, Father.

Remember Matthew's words.

If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee.

It is better to enter into life with one eye

rather than, having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire.

For your penance meditate on those words.

And promise me you will forget what you saw.

- Well? - Yes, Father.

Say your act of contrition.

O God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you.

You are all good and deserving of all my love.

and my sins offend thee.

I firmly resolve, with the help of Your Grace, to sin no more.

and to do my penance

So this is the big one, huh girls?

Yes, sir.

Forward march!

Promise you'll behave.

To bed early and up early.

The Bievres asked you over while we're away.

- If you do go, be good. - Yes, mummy

Be a grown up.

Goodbye, father.

Goodbye, my girl.

Do as your mother said.

- Bon voyage, Madame. - Thank you, Gustave.

See you when we get back

Go see your granny, she'd like that.

Oh look, it's Anne.

- Hello. - Hello, my dear.

- Hello, Anne. - Mrs Fournier.

- Have your parents left? - This morning.

- So you'll be alone for two months? - She's not a child anymore.

Anyway, she's not alone. Gustave and the staff will be there.

And if she needs us, we're here.

I prefer to stay behind.

One year they took me along.

I was really bored.

I don't know...

I'm not sure I'd be happy leaving Lore alone for two months.

Why - what could happen?

If she needs anything, we're right here.

You know that don't you, Anne?

I'm really grateful. Is Lore free this afternoon?

But of course.

Can she stay for dinner too?

She mustn't get back too late.

She has holiday work to do. Exams are next year, don't forget.

Go on, then.

Thank you.

Take a cardigan, it might get cold.

Don't do anything silly.

You really should stop treating them like kids.

I'm not sure I'd be happy leaving Lore alone for two months.

She has holiday work to do. It's exams next year, don't forget.

What shall we do?

Let's ride around for a bit.

- Hey look, it's Emile's bike. - Who?

The farmer's son. A real dickhead.

Hey, girls, what's going on? What are you up to?

Emile, it's just me and my friend.

You shouldn't watch people pee.

What you doing?

Watching the cows. They won't do it themselves.

They'd jump that electric fence.

What are you sniggering at?

My friend likes you. Can we come inside to talk?

Why not.

Here's my best friend, Lore.

Hello there.

What's that wood for?

A stick for the cows.

You on vacation Miss Anne?

Since yesterday.

Both at the same school?

Yes.

The priest wanted me to go to school.

But my folks wouldn't let me. They needed me here.

Pity. I would have liked it.

What did you want to be?

Don't know. A priest maybe.

Why are you laughing?

Priest's not a proper job

Maybe. But I'd have liked it.

You wouldn't. They can't have women.

Ever made love, Emile?

None of your business.

It's not proper talk for young ladies.

Hey! I'll show you.

Come back here! I'll show you!

Damn bloody bitches.

Always trying to get out.

Guess what she told me?

What?

She fancies you and wants to do it with you.

You're kidding me.

Did you say that, Lore?

Yes, but it's a secret.

Look at her lovely legs.

Why are you waiting?

Let me go!

Let me go!

- Sure he's not here? - He'll be at the stables.

- He sleeps there? - No, at the chateau.

- That where he sleeps? - Yes.

Who's that?

Him with his mother.

- Pretty, huh? - What is it?

A canary. His favorite.

And that one?

It's a bullfinch, from Java.

And those?

They're mandarins.

That's a ring dove and those are budgies.

- Got the seeds? - Yes.

Give me.

- We'll kill them one at a time - Why?

So he suffers more.

If we kill them all now...

he'll have a bad time once then get over it.

Alright then.

So let's start with this one.

God, it's dumb.

It's dead.

Quick, it's him.

When did you go to bed?

At 10, mummy.

I didn't hear you come back.

- How's Anne? - She's fine, mummy.

What did you do yesterday?

We went for a walk.

You should go to the abbey at Fontrevault.

It's wonderful. Isn't it Henry?

What?

I was saying to Lore she should visit the abbey.

Well, it would be educational.

This the best vacation I ever had.

Since I met Lore I've been so happy.

Every day we do something wonderful together.

- Sure there's no dog? - It died.

Look at his dumb face.

Look how he nods.

Who's the old guy?

His father. See the resemblance?

But he's even uglier.

What do they eat?

No idea. Potatoes, probably

Come on.

That's the best.

There you go.

Where was I? Oh, yes

I'll start by saying that Maldoror was good

during his early years when he lived happily.

He later realized he was born wicked.

A strange fate!

For many years he concealed his character as best he could.

but in the end, because it was not natural to him

blood would rush to his head every day.

Until, no longer able to bear such a life,

he flung himself into a career of evil.

Transport of delight!

Who guessed when he hugged a rosy cheeked child.

he longed to tear those cheeks with a razor.

You read well.

One should let one's nails grow for a fortnight.

How sweet to brutally snatch from his bed

a child with no hair yet on his upper lip

and, with eyes wide open, pretend to suavely stroke his forehead

brushing back his beautiful locks!

Then, at the moment when he least expects it

to sink one's nails into his tender breast.

Careful not to kill him

for if he died, there would be no later viewing of his misery.

Youth, forgive me...

When this fleeting life is done we will be together forever.

One single being, my lips pressed against yours.

I want to stay like this the rest of my life.

The ceremony is tomorrow.

It will be the best day of our lives.

All is ready.

We got the dresses this morning and the rehearsal went well.

Tomorrow, writing these pages, I'll be a different woman.

I renounce forever Jesus Christ and all his works.

And dedicate myself for eternity to Satan.

We beseech thee, Satan, our Lord and Master.

Help us to be ever more wicked.

Help us to do evil

and, at the hour of our death, take us to your Satanic bosom.

Stop!

What is it, Leon?

Quick! Quick... Hurry.

Is Miss Lore not around?

She's away for a few days.

Hello, postie. Anything for the chateau?

For the chateau? Yes, I think I do.

Wait a second...

Ah, yes.

Look, there's one for you.

Thanks.

My darling... It's ten days now since we've been parted.

And I'm as unhappy as can be.

All day driving in the car, it's torture for me.

We return next week. I'm lost without you.

She won't still be there.

Really?

He'll have told the Mother Superior.

If not, we can always blackmail her.

"I'll tell the Mother Superior what you and Cecile did".

There's a man down there.

Got problems?

I've run out of gas.

Know where I could get some?

The next village is at least 5 miles.

There's no cars about. Not one for over an hour.

Any farms nearby?

They'll be asleep and they wouldn't answer.

No chance.

This is crazy, what can I do?

Sleep in the car until tomorrow.

Or come to the chateau.

We've lots of room. It's up to you.

I don't want to be any trouble.

It's no trouble at all.

There's only us there.

I never normally come this way.

Lock the car and come with us.

- You're sure you don't mind? - No, I told you.

Get on the back, it's a mile or so.

I really am grateful.

Wait for me!

Come in.

This is our place.

Very nice.

- Did you do all this? - Yes.

Nice.

Sit down. I'll light the fire.

Really very nice.

You live round here?

No, not at all.

Just passing through.

Whisky?

Excuse me?

She offered you a whisky.

I'm sorry... Yes, thank you.

Did you do this?

Yes.

May I?

Yes.

Muriel put the doll down on the table and picked up the little axe.

With one precise stroke she chopped off the dolly's head.

Taking the body, she placed it under the glass dome in the dining room.

She put both her hands on the glass and said:

Vile and detestable creature, may the rats tear you piece by piece

so that you die like the meanest of flies.

Then she took the axe once more

and did the same to all her little sister's dolls.

Not very jolly.

It's not supposed to be.

It's for our school play.

- We think it'll do the job. - Indeed.

Not having one?

No, we hate it.

Thanks.

You can take off your jacket and shoes.

- Thanks. - Do you love your wife?

- Of course. - Doesn't look like it.

Why did you ask?

For information.

We're researching marriage.

What's she like, pretty?

Not bad.

How old?

35.

Is she house proud?

Yes.

Are you unfaithful?

That's personal.

- So what should we talk about? - The weather?

Do you have children?

A boy and a girl.

You love them?.

Of course I do.

Why "of course"?

Lots of parents don't love their children.

Ours, for example.

Are you an experienced lover?

Why?

Well... you don't look like one.

Do you know what you're saying?

Do our questions annoy you then?

Would you rather see our legs?

Which is the prettiest?

Damn it, the fire's going out.

- Where you going? - To get more wood.

Are you rich?

Bastard!

- Are you alright? - I'm fine.

He's not breathing.

I've killed him.

Didn't know I hit him so hard.

It's his fault. He shouldn't have grabbed me.

What can we do?

Get rid of him.

How?

Chuck him in the lake.

Really? What about the car?

The body's more important.

Hope no-one heard us.

I'll go see if there's a light.

What is it?

Miss Anne, come and see.

Someone broke into your place last night.

I'm coming.

I saw the door open earlier. Were you here last night?

Look at all this. It's shocking.

Who could have done it?

We didn't hear a thing.

Think of all the work you did. Your parents won't be pleased.

Best not tell them.

Why?

They'd only worry.

As you wish.

They called to say they'll be back today.

Shall I tell the police?

No, don't tell anyone. Keep it to ourselves.

Very well.

But it's really shocking.

Anne... I've just seen the newsletter from St Mary's.

What's all this about the rebuilding?

What are they up to?

Anne, I'm speaking to you.

What's up with you?

You've been in a mood since we got back.

No I'm not.

I've had a note from the school.

Asking for money again.

They're good at that.

I can't take it.

I've not seen Lore for two days, we've got to be careful.

Anything could betray us.

Back to school tomorrow.

We should be safe there.

Two days since we got back and we're doing great.

After the first few crazy hours we calmed down.

A policeman is coming to ask questions.

Well, we'll show him.

Come with me.

Go in.

Hello. Please sit down.

- It's crazy coming here. - I'm afraid.

Why? How did it go?

Badly. He asked lots of questions.

What did he ask?

How long we've known each other, what we did in the vacation.

How often we met. Had we seen the car on the road.

Anything else suspicious.

You must go. If they see us it'll look bad.

They won't find the body.

- Really? - Of course.

Come with me.

Go in.

Hello, miss. Sit down.

Do you smoke?

Thanks.

I guess your friend's told you why I'm here.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

Well?

- They suspect us. - I said so.

Emile told them about the cows.

And that he'd seen us set fire to the haystacks.

They found bike tracks by the car.

We're going to prison. They're going to lock us up.

- Not without the body. - They'll find it, I know they will.

They will!

We could tell them it was an accident.

They'll never believe that.

- They'll split us up. - Calm down.

I don't want to leave you, I can't!

- They won't split us up. - You promise?

- Do you trust me? - Yes.

- You're shivering. - I'm cold.

Hold me tight.

When we exchanged blood, we became joined forever.

You regret that?

Still cold?

That's better.

You're crying.

- Why? - I love you.

Me too. Remember...

When this fleeting life is done, we will be together forever.

One single being, my lips pressed against yours.

You mean it?

- I'll sort this all out. - Please don't leave me.

We should go back. They'll be watching us.

I'm scared.

I didn't want to scare Lore, but it's almost over.

They'll discover the body in a few days.

But they'll never separate us.

We shall be together forever.

Mr. Inspector,

My friend Lore and me are happy to see you assisting at the

recreational matinee the college organizes on Tuesday September the 4th

at which we have the pleasure of reciting some poems.

And now the Dolls' Ballet performed by year Eight.

Three... four...

- Such lovely costumes. - Like little angels.

Your little one has really grown.

Yes, she's simply shot up.

When the young man came back home.

He took his head in both hands.

Full of science.

- Brain. - Rich brain.

- Do you hear the madness flow? - Asking for a barrier.

Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

- Asking for a barrier. - Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

When the home man came back home.

- He heard sad scales sound. - Piano crying in the night.

- Scales. - Old scales.

We search and search again.

Her husband locked me out.

- Dig a ditch, dig it deep. - Her husband locked me out.

Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

When the young man came back home.

- He stuck his nose into his soul. - Where all his troubles ferment.

Soul, sweet soul, their oil's too old for your flame.

Night's everywhere outside.

- Dig a ditch, dig it deep. - Night's everywhere outside.

Then this young man with problems loaded.

Found a sharp knife, a gift in its sheath.

Blade take aim.

Be sharper than any dame.

And you, O God, forgive me now.

Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

- And you O God, forgive me now. - Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

When the gravedigger reached his home.

- He saw it was a sweet soul. - The sort that nowadays is rare.

Soul.

Sleep sweetly my soul.

It's better when you're dead.

Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

- It's better when you're dead. - Dig a ditch, dig it deep.

We will have beds filled with light scents.

Sofas as deep as tombs.

And strange flowers on shelves.

Blooming for us beneath more beautiful skies.

Are they crazy? What are they up to?

It's not what they rehearsed.

- We should warn the Mother Superior. - Yes.

- This is awful. - We've got to stop them.

We will exchange a single flash of lightning.

Like a long sob, charged full with farewells.

And later an Angel, opening the doors.

Will come to revive, faithful and joyous.

The tarnished mirrors and the dead flames.

O Death, old Captain, it is time. Weigh anchor!

Let's sail beyond the doldrums of our days.

Though black as pitch the sea and sky you know our hearts are full of light.

Pour us poison to revive our souls!

It cheers the burning quest that we pursue.

Who cares for Hell or Heaven.

In the depths of the unknown we seek out the New!

Stop it!

They've gone mad! They're burning!