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Let go of me.

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Fucking get off her.

Bastard, you bitch.

Get off her. She won't go.

- Get off her, I'm telling you. - Let me go.

- Let me go. - I told you to get off her.

You bastard cop.

Audrey I'm here, don't worry.

Fucking get off me. Don't touch me.

Why did you let her barge in like that?

Let me help you guys. That's cool.

Thanks.

Girls, you should thank the boys, they're doing your work.

Novinha, did I give you a task?

You'll weed the soil, where I just walked

to let it breathe, OK?

With Audrey and Justine

Guys, if you need help, come get me

- I don't want to get dirty. - Everybody's doing it.

I'm ill, I'm dying, I'm not doing it.

- Give your all for ten minutes. - No, it sucks.

Come on...

Let's go...

He thinks we got up to do shit gardening.

- For real. - Fucking joke.

He doesn't give a fuck that I'm ill.

He can shove it up his ass.

- Oh fucking hell. - Don't worry.

- Love's so shit. - Yeah, a bit.

That's why I fuck around and I don't do relationships.

I don't give a fuck.

Hello girls.

- Hi. - Can I come in?

Of course.

It's been ages.

It's true, it's been a long time.

I was on sick leave, did you know?

Yeah, they told us.

I'm glad to be here, cause I missed you all, a lot.

Really, that much? Well, fuck.

I even missed your swear words.

Fucking hell.

So, I'm curious.

How are you both?

Novinha, did you start seeing your mum again?

I haven't stayed at hers yet, the judge is still deciding.

OK. And Alison? You're leaving soon?

I've still got time. Stop stressing me!

I hope you won't disappear, cause in children's homes, they say:

we'll always be there. Then they screw us over.

It's true...

They don't really screw you over but...

But you know me, I struggle to call people.

It's true, I know. Alright, see you later.

See ya.

- You're such a victim. - No, I'm not.

They'll abandon us, blah blah blah, bastards.

We don't give a fuck about staff.

Anyway, I'll be there, you know.

Chill, we'll all be there, we're a fam now.

- You're a pain, but I like you. - Chill out.

The FAM

We know it was very painful for you

when your parents left.

And today, as your suitcase is ready

and you're about to leave, I'm thinking

we should have talked about your parents, to...

Heal the wound a little.

So you could be a bit stronger, maybe.

I'm sure you're strong.

In any case, you're brave, for sure.

But, we're not made to always cope on our own.

That's not true.

Yes, we trust you, but we're worried.

I'm worried.

I'd like to know that if you leave,

you are safe.

But I think that you've done enough for me.

You've always been there, you've never let me down.

I think that you've done enough...

What's happening here is that it's hard to let you go.

Hard to let you leave.

I get it.

I don't know.

I really want to leave and...

Get away from everything, so...

And we will let you go.

But I'll never forget you,

and you'll always be my family.

I find it so great to be able

to talk about it with the kids

in a formal setting like an exit interview,

where we talk about how we feel, of our emotions.

Being in tune with our needs

is positive for the kids as well.

I'll use this opportunity

to thank you all

for the work you did, we all did, with her.

I think it was a great investment.

Next, Audrey. François?

Briefly, you all know Audrey's situation.

She's been here for two years, cause her parents died,

in a car accident, you all know.

- French kiss! - Don't be shy.

Not just a kiss.

- We'll do a kiss. - Yeah, chill out.

Admit it, you're into it.

- We're deep into it. - Yeah.

- Audrey, truth or dare? - Truth.

Tell us about your first time.

I was 15.

I suggested it.

And it was horrible.

Really?

It hurt so much, really.

- Really? - Yeah, so painful.

Okay.

I heard you from the hallway guys.

Charles, go to your bedroom,

I'll be there in 5 minutes, thank you.

Anything to say?

- How old is Charles? - 14.

14 years old.

Any thoughts? Can you say something?

I'm pissed off.

Cause my job now is to call the cops.

I'll get your blanket back.

Fucking bitch, get off her.

You're all sons of bitches, for real.

- Get off me. - Fucking get off her.

- Let her go, I'm telling you. - Let me go.

- Get off me. - I told you to get off her.

They did a pelvic exam,

then they asked me to leave.

And they said they would be in touch.

In the middle of the night,

maybe, if you had called me first,

before calling the police, I would have come.

Maybe we could have just,

explained together,

to both children, cause they're still children,

that since there's a three year gap between them

we indeed have to report it.

Hello.

Lora, have a seat.

Thank you.

I think we all know that it does happen.

Fabrice, sorry but, we've worked together a long time.

We worked together a long time ago.

But I'm really surprised by your attitude.

There's obvious slack in your management.

No, it was 2 a.m.,

the intern panicked.

She did both things she had to:

she called me and she called the police.

She called the police first.

We'd have done it anyway.

It's the law.

And Fabrice, you've got to explain

the board members how this works, alright?

She must hear that, she's allowed to have desires,

she's allowed to have fantasies, all of these,

but she cannot sleep with...

Although they have responsibilities, they're vulnerable children

that we're helping, and we think you failed to...

But vulnerable doesn't mean dumb.

These kids, especially since they are vulnerable,

we do our best to protect them.

But if protecting means:

"That's forbidden... That's taboo",

what's the point?

Two children had a sexual encounter,

it's abominable.

Our reputation is on the line.

Do you understand?

- Hey. - Hi.

I'm doing my laundry.

- Is that it? - Yeah, it's only lingerie.

It's better to do a full load.

That's not eco-friendly.

- I really don't care. - Seriously.

Can I have a bite?

- My apple. - Please.

Indeed, Charles won't come back here,

that's the judge's decision.

And...

The authorities have decided

that we will become...

We will go back to being a girls home.

What?

And we might also expand the range

by welcoming younger girls.

How is that going to help?

I'm sorry, but I have to react.

That changes our mission...

I didn't have a say in it, OK?

So, there's no point...

Do we know if it was rape, or was it consensual?

And if it was consensual, do the authorities

really have the power to do this?

I think we all feel the same...

I don't agree with it either, that's how it is.

Next, I'd like to introduce Oumar.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Welcome Oumar. - Thank you.

Welcome Oumar. We'll come back to this...

Should we introduce ourselves.

Or, are we...

We can, go ahead.

I'm Suzana, 43, pleased to have you on the team.

I'm Asma, I'm 24 years old

and I started working here a few months ago.

Again, welcome, and nice to meet you.

Hi, I'm Kenza.

I'm doing the final internship for my social work degree.

I'm finishing in a month.

Come on, don't pull that face.

You don't give a fuck, life goes on.

It'll be girls only, we'll do what we want,

party how we want, walk around in our thongs.

Thongs in our butts, you know.

Like, with boobs and everything. You know what I mean?

Little outfit, "coocooning" night.

Party like, bitch mode and all, you know.

You love being out in your thong,

like a hottie and all, so...

What's the matter?

We'll be twerking like this.

You know what I mean?

What I fucking mean?

You think I came here to push you in?

Are you serious?

Yes.

Come on, I need to tell you something.

I'm listening. I'm all ears.

You're pissing me off. Please, come here.

I'm listening.

For once, I'm asking nicely.

Please, come here.

Please bro, you're my support worker.

Be cool, we're in an activity.

Go, go, go...

Not in the water.

- Hold this. - Come on.

Yeah.

I want him to...

You want him to...

- You want him to take you. - Yeah.

- From all sides? - Well...

- Front side, backside... - At least one.

Front side, backside...

Imagine, he's on night shift.

You can't fuck staff, that's too much.

Why not?

- Well, he's staff. - Yeah.

- And? - He's an old man.

- An old man? - He's old.

- Who gives a fuck about age? - Yeah, as long as he's hot.

Imagine, his dick's wrinkly.

Like it's dangly, so gross.

Bullshit.

Basically, you'd fancy my grandad and his fat belly.

I don't give a fuck bro, he's just more experienced.

He'll take me better than your 20-year-old guys.

I fucked a guy who was 29.

And yet, he fucked me so well man.

I was like "wow", let's carry on, you know.

But the guy came and he couldn't go on.

It pisses me off when I want another orgasm right away.

Actually, it depends. Sometimes I'm done.

But sometimes I still want to,

I'm still awake, I'm like "let's do it".

Why did you let her barge in like that?

You're the queen of whores. Don't even touch me.

I'm not touching you, watch your language.

Oh yeah, what will you do?

You won't do shit, shut the fuck up.

What will you do?

OK, there are two options.

Either it gets worse, or we all go back upstairs

to discuss what just happened.

I don't want to discuss, I want to know what happened.

Why did you let cops come in and take her away?

Are you serious? You're there, just watching.

Get off me.

I'm going to hit you, you don't get it.

You already are. I suggest you stop.

What will you do?

Are you my mum? You're not.

- Stop it. - Go get her and I'll stop.

You know what? You've got 3 seconds...

Shut the fuck up.

- What will you do? - You stop.

Get off me, I told you to get off me.

- Now, let's calm down. - Calm down?

I'm also upset that she's gone.

Hello?

Hello, nice to meet you.

Malik, I'm Novinha's support worker.

We're here for the work placement.

- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.

I just washed my hands, sorry.

- Hello, Novinha. - Hello.

Bye Novinha, I'll see you later.

Cool.

Here, cut it off.

Is it bad if I leave this bit?

Yeah it's really bad. Take it all off.

- Why? - Do you want to eat that?

No.

Well, neither do customers.

- They need washing first. - Shit, that's right.

You know what I think?

She had no right to take Audrey away like that.

She should have told her to call a lawyer, like in the movies.

So, there are laws.

Kenza's duty was to call the Juvenile Police,

it's the law.

The police need to make sure

that there was no coercion, that's the law.

And the police have to do their job.

And you'll do yours and apologize to Kenza.

Kenza, she's a fucking fat cunt.

Excuse me?

- She's a fat cunt. - No...

Insulting staff, Novinha, that's a no.

She's a fucking intern...

You're like our parents and you let a shit intern

who barely arrived in a children's home, our home.

She barely knows us, she calls the cops.

I swear last night I was this close to hitting her.

She can't do that.

Why didn't she call any of the staff...

She did. She called the manager, the police,

she followed the instructions we gave her.

We would have done the same.

And that's it.

You're all bastards.

You're there, trying to be nice.

But really you're all shit manipulative bastards.

Novinha.

We're close to you, we live with you.

But you're in our care and we aren't your parents.

- Sure. - You know it.

We're close to you,

we sometimes behave like your parents,

we say things like your parents,

we've got affection for you, not like parents,

but we try to give you all the affection we can.

But in this situation, the law is above us.

The difference is that you're not my daughter.

Well, luckily.

Otherwise, I swear, I'd give you so much shit.

Novinha, this weekend is a test.

Nothing's set in stone.

The judge wants to see how it goes,

step by step.

Just to see how things go with your mum.

If it works, or if it doesn't.

Alright?

Hey, it will be OK.

I'm on call tonight, don't hesitate to ring me.

If you need to talk, don't feel well,

or need to calm down.

I'll answer.

And if something serious happened,

call the police, don't hesitate, OK?

Do you believe people can change like that?

Are you talking about yourself or your mum?

- Hi mum. - What are you doing here?

- I'm here for the weekend. - OK, come in.

I'm going out.

- Good night. - Good night.

Can't fucking believe it.

Who's keen to cook on Monday?

Audrey, Monday?

- Chicken pasta. - Cheese pasta.

What's your problem?

You and your fucking chicken. No one gives a fuck.

Why are you even here? Shut the fuck up.

I can be here just like you.

Stop arguing, you can each have a day.

Hi, my name is...

François, and...

Well, I'm a support worker.

That's it.

My name is...

I'm Seb, I've been here...

for 24 years.

I'm Oumar.

I've been a support worker for over ten years,

I'm from the Paris area.

My name is Malik.

I've been here for 4 years now.

Third point, we have a young girl coming soon

whose name's Précieuse,

she'll be here soon,

to replace the boys, I guess.

Do you know more...

No, she won't replace them.

She's taking a place that's free...

Anyway, it's an Emergency Protection Order...

A state of emergency

in which a child is placed,

to be protected from their parents, usually.

So, Précieuse...

This institution welcomes

young people in difficult situations.

And what we offer you,

the main thing, is a safe place.

It means now, you can settle down a little.

Do you have any questions?

- No. - Alright.

Where did they come for you?

At school? At home?

- At school. - OK.

And how did it go?

Did the police inspector come to your classroom?

Yes, he knocked and my teacher called me.

I got up, and I went.

- That must have scared you. - A little, yeah.

- Did he explain what was happening? - Yes.

OK.

Did he say you would go home to get your things?

Yes.

- And at home, was someone there? - Yes.

- Who? - My mother.

Your mum.

How did it go?

She shouted.

They calmed her down, then we left.

How did you feel?

- I was a little sad. - A little sad, yeah.

A little too much, eh?

Others here have been through this...

It's never pleasant.

But you know why they came for you...

See the greenhouses?

We grow things we eat.

Lettuce, tomatoes. Do you like eating?

Yes.

We have hens, they give us fresh eggs.

Upstairs there are flats and rooms

but for now we'll go downstairs,

to introduce you to the others.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Girls? - Yeah.

Can I have your attention,

to introduce the new girl.

Her name's Précieuse.

Précieuse, introduce yourself, in a few words?

My name is Précieuse.

Please give her a warm welcome. I know that...

You're very sweet when you try.

I'll ask one of you to check on her later.

Seb, Bintou's in charge of her case. She'll call you later.

OK.

For real...

It's child abuse, do you realize?

I'm underage too.

He's more than underage.

What can I say. He wanted it, I wanted it.

And it just happened.

- But you still abused him. - No. He was happy too...

Bro, I'm at the age of consent.

- But he's not. - Yeah, but dude...

So, it's child abuse.

If I was three months younger,

it wouldn't have been rape.

Rape. Legally, it's rape.

What a joke, man.

When they came and took me in,

they gave me a pelvic exam,

that wasn't rape?

It's a fucking joke.

Bro, it's fine.

The staff are cunts. Calling the cops like that...

Yeah, it's bullshit.

Sorry girls, good evening.

It's getting late, time to put out your cigarettes

and go to bed, OK?

If we don't come, will you call the cops?

- Good night. - Good night.

See you at the station?

It's forbidden, you can't touch me. Stop it.

Hello ma'am, who are you? Go with Sebastien please.

I'm the manager here.

You must be Précieuse's mum, right?

I'm sorry, but...

I can't let you see her. You must know that...

- Leave me alone. - Or I'll have to call the police.

No, I'm sorry.

Sebastien, go inside with Précieuse.

She will go back inside.

And we'll find another time for you to see her.

But not like this, OK?

Either we talk calmly and respect the child.

- You want to take my daughter away... - Not at all...

- Go, go, go. - Shoot, shoot.

Ready losers?

Too easy. Make an effort, please.

- You're doing nothing, she is. - I am.

- Chill out. - We're winning.

Come on.

- It counts double. - No, no.

- It's the goalkeeper. - It counts double.

- OK, it counts double. - OK.

Basically, when I was little, my dad was beating my mum.

And...

In front of me.

And...

And like, when I was really little...

I didn't know it was hurting her.

It was like a game, you know.

When I was nine,

maybe a bit more,

my mum had a... breakdown.

So, she was sectioned

in an asylum, well...

A psychiatric thing.

Then, when I was...

Eleven, twelve, or so.

My body started to change.

It started developing, getting some shape.

Yes.

And my dad was getting weirder and weirder...

And clearly, one day he raped me.

And...

At the time, I didn't... tell anyone.

Cause it's hard. You feel ashamed.

Shame was such a big factor.

I couldn't tell anyone:

"My father rapes me".

And...

You, why are you in care?

Who's in for truth or dare?

I'm in, but we just reveal something about us.

- Good idea. - No, we ask a question.

- We each say something about us. - Yeah, go ahead.

- Can I start? - Go on.

OK, the first time I went to a club, I was 14.

I was all dressed up, full make-up and all.

I had wine, beer, vodka and whisky.

When I came out of the club,

I stopped in the middle of the road.

And I started puking like...

Like crazy, girls.

And my ex was there.

We barely knew each other.

Like when you've just met

and you're shy of everything in front of him.

What's crazy is that, he kissed me afterwards.

I had just thrown up.

I said: "Don't you mind?"

He said: "No".

I was like, if it was you, I wouldn't.

That's my truth.

Justine, your turn.

Well, mine is...

You know before, I was living in a rich family, and...

I didn't have many friends, and my truth is that...

I've never been...

I love you all.

I've never been so close to anybody.

I don't know if counts as a truth...

But really, I can't see my life without you all...

That's so sweet.

- It's the fam. - We're the fam.

What's "the fam"?

It's slang for family, Lora.

I'm sorry, that's too funny.

Hey Justine, chill out.

Chill out?

Do you want it in your face or what?

Confiscated.

- Hello François. - Hi.

'Sup chicks?

Huh chicks, are you serious?

I brought my puppet.

- It looks shit. - So.

Well.

- Hello. - Let me introduce myself.

I'm going to do an excerpt of...

Précieuse? OK, let's go.

Are you trying to give us nightmares?

This is a story...

- He thinks we're still four. - Wait man...

...which is called

"The Cold".

- Great. - Fascinating.

The Cold.

- We got it... - The Cold.

The cough...

Hey girls, give him a little chance.

Let him do it, so we're done.

My brother-in-law had...

a first cousin,

whose paternal grandfather had married in a second marriage

a young indigenous girl whose brother had met,

on one of his travels,

a girl he had fallen in love with,

and with whom he had a son

who married an intrepid pharmacist

who was none other than the niece

of an unknown quartermaster in the Royal Navy.

- Don't touch the puppet... - Sorry, excuse me.

- So, let's continue? - OK we're done, we're listening.

But not from the start please.

- Do you do theatre? - Yeah, I do a bit of theatre...

A bit of support work, a bit...

The excerpt I just did,

it's Theatre of the Absurd.

After the Second World War...

You know, the Second World War?

- Yeah, with Hitler. - 1939 to 1945.

It ended in 45.

Basically, there were bombs everywhere

and cities were destroyed everywhere.

It was a real massacre.

So, the author thought

the world makes no sense,

so why would my plays make sense?

That's it, basically.

We're all working for you to come home.

If you've made friends, we're all happy.

If you say she fits in,

I'm relieved,

she couldn't carry on like that anyway.

But you're coming home, you're not staying here.

You need to keep growing up with us.

If I come home,

I'll have bad memories.

I don't want to have them.

Even to talk about it now is...

I'm not coming home.

Justine, if you think about other situations here,

some don't really have...

Parents.

What's your fear, your main fear,

about going home?

It's to be reminded of...

Of what I did.

I just... I'm not coming home.

I have a new family here.

I'm so comfortable. I'm carefree.

You're encouraging this? This is nonsense.

You've been the only one speaking, OK?

It's true.

You're right, Mr Robinson, I'm listening.

She's our daughter, OK? This is our business, not yours.

We're done.

Could we not meet halfway...

Yes, I hear that it's your business...

Justine, you're coming home.

Look at me, Justine. This isn't your home.

Your father is saying that

he wants you by his side.

He's showing how much he cares about you.

Same for your mum.

Your stay here allowed some distance,

to ease tensions, but all of you are hurt.

It's now time,

to do the work, all three together.

You need to discuss what happened, the event,

that traumatized you all.

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 1, 2, dive.

Resurface.

And now, propel.

- So, what's your wish? - She can't say it.

Give me a piece.

- You greedy. - True?

Even if she leaves,

we can all see her outside, right?

We're all friends. We can always see each other.

She could even come eat with us sometimes

- Of course. - There you go.

It's not over, you see?

The only difference is she won't sleep here.

We can see you every day...

After school.

I need to tell you

that a letter arrived for you

from the Immigration Service.

And that...

Your asylum request in Switzerland

has been rejected.

I think it's the third time.

The fact you're now an adult

means this could be definitive.

- Can I sit next to you? - Yes.

If you decided to run away

I'm not telling you to,

but would you know where to go?

Have you thought about it?

Honestly, I don't know. I thought about it once...

If I can't find my parents and I can't live here,

jumping in the lake,

since I can't swim very well, I'd drown in no time.

That's your plan? That's it?

Well yeah, so that...

Nobody needs to bother...

Sending me back...

Cause I don't know what it'll be like in my country,

I've not been there in a long time.

And I can't really speak the language,

I don't know how I would cope.

So I'd rather die here than going through all of this.

What would your parents think of this?

I'd like to know.

I think that...

If you close your eyes,

imagine what your parents would say.

If they found out you killed yourself.

Who will tell them

how far you've come.

How you got by in life.

Everything you've done, the courage you've had.

How...

The strength,

and the beautiful woman you've become.

- What's going on? - She's pissing us off.

- Easy... - Everyone's full of shit.

We're chatting.

- She's fucking 13. - She's talking about sex with a kid.

- And? - She's a kid.

OK now, stop.

You're all bitches. Bitch, bitch...

Novinha.

Don't throw it.

Stop, enough!

Look at me, and stop. Sit down, please.

- Calm down. - No, I'm not calm.

- Can we talk? - No.

Talk to yourself.

I want this home to be a safe space for you,

not a place where you fight.

- You stuttered. - Yes, because I'm upset.

- Stop shouting then. - You weren't listening...

It's normal, you don't get any respect...

When we got here if I get it well,

Précieuse and Audrey were talking?

- Exactly. - We were chatting.

- Chatting about what? - Sex.

About life...

She asked me questions and I replied.

What were the words about sex

that shocked you?

Dick, and everything...

There was no "dick", I never said that.

What's shocking you, is that she said this at her age?

Yeah, she's 13 and...

So before 13, there's no sex, no discovering your own body?

Well yes...

You didn't choose to be in care.

But you live together and are of different ages.

It means that Précieuse may learn things a little faster.

I'm not worried about her.

She just shouldn't talk about it here.

We don't have to hear that.

She's just fucking with us.

She doesn't give a fuck.

No, I don't think so.

- What's your problem? - Shut the fuck up.

I said dick, and you're a fucking dyke?

I'm a fucking dyke?

Novinha, stop. Get out, now.

Why is it me getting out?

Because, fuck off...

- I'm not going anywhere. - We're here, all quiet...

- No, you're not all quiet. - Yes.

No.

Caro, she's fit isn't she.

- Caro. Caro? - Yes, Caro Caro...

You're friends, how can you think she's fit?

- I don't know. - You think of her that way?

- I don't know, I like her. - You're blushing, girl.

There are sparkles in your eyes.

Shut up, don't push it.

- Are you in love with her? - I don't know.

I promise, I won't tell anyone.

I like her, you know.

You like her "kiss kiss"?

Well yeah, "kiss kiss".

Does she know it?

For real, it's...

It's so weird cause she's like my sis.

You don't act like she is.

But at the same time, my heart...

Your heart is naughty.

My heart's a little bastard.

- Fucking hell. - Don't worry.

- Love's really shit. - Yeah, a little bit.

That's why I fuck around and I don't do relationships.

I don't give a fuck.

Am I dreaming?

What's going on?

What is wrong with you? You both are so rude.

Come on, relax.

- What? - Chill the fuck out.

Oh, no.

You are so insolent, so bad-mannered.

You should be in school.

Who are your parents?

Who are your parents?

- Hi. - Hi.

Hello ladies.

- Excuse me, could we get a cig, please? - No.

- No but, for real? - No.

- How old are you? - Is he going to lecture us.

- No but, how old are you? - I'm 16.

Precisely, you don't start smoking at 16.

- Why not? - It's stupid.

- Come on, please. - No, it's bad.

I'll sit down cause it might be long with that old dude.

- Can I buy it? - It's not about money.

Please, I need to fucking smoke.

Don't you know it's bad?

- I know. - I can barely breathe.

- That's also due to pollution. - Yes, I know.

- You know? - And what do you do about it?

Have you noticed that glaciers are melting?

The South Pole is melting.

You really are little punks.

What did you say?

Hold on, old man. Who do you think you are?

I am who I am. Who are you?

The queen of punks, in the land of pain in the ass.

That's right. Get the hell out of here.

I've seen enough of you, now beat it.

Beat it? Beat it, beat it...

I've seen you enough...

We've seen your face too. Fuck off.

- That's enough. - Enough of what?

Go on old man, run.

We're such dicks.

- What the hell. - Beat it.

Little cunts.

Go fuck yourselves.

Next, the summer camp.

Who's going on summer camp this year?

I suggest, we decide between us.

We'll get back to you when we have something.

Perfect.

Now, the fifth point.

As you all know,

I am Caroline's appointed support worker.

This morning we got a call from the Juvenile Police.

Caroline's father passed away.

I wanted to ask you Lora, as I've never faced such a situation.

I don't know how to deal with it.

I feel a bit helpless.

We're inevitably helpless, because...

That's the way it is.

So, how...

How is she doing?

She doesn't know it yet?

She doesn't.

OK. And where is she this morning?

Right now she's at school,

she'll be back this afternoon.

Girls, I have a quick question

about Alison and Caroline.

Do you have any news? They still aren't back and...

We're worried. Maybe you have some info?

- No. - No.

You really don't, or are you pretending?

- Tamra, anything to say? - No, nothing. Why?

They'll come back...

OK, thanks.

So, it's potato season. You can gear up.

- Do we need to wear them? - Yes, over your trousers.

Come on, Précieuse.

I bet a spider will come out.

Is there a spider on it? No, it's all good.

- It's dirty. - It's spider-free, take it.

There's one behind you.

Not a spider, a jacket.

Take the trousers and shake them off.

It's gross, it was huge.

- Hello. - Hello Lora.

Following the Missing Persons Report you filed,

here are Caroline and Alison.

Alright.

Well, girls, you don't seem very fresh.

- Thank you for sir. - You're welcome, goodbye.

- See you soon. - I hope not, for your sake.

You're not very sober tonight, we won't discuss it now.

But, nothing to brag about. OK?

Got you.

Crazy...

- Are you up for a game of... - Yeah.

Come on, table football.

Let's make teams.

We're very sorry, Caroline. Really.

It happened suddenly.

It's not fair...

- I'm not doing your washing-up. - Yes you will.

Chill the fuck out.

You can shove it up your ass.

Shove it up your ass. Are you crazy?

It's fine, stop it.

- Why are you being a pain? - Cause it's the fucking washing-up.

- So what, do it yourself. - They're the fucking rules.

They're shit, I don't give a fuck.

Don't break my balls.

- I'll fuck you up. - Go fuck your shit washing-up.

Do it again...

Think you're clever? Chill out.

Do you want to sweep the floor?

Just because I don't have to do it and you do?

If I don't want to do it, I don't.

- Stop, go over there. - Don't do it then.

- Please, go over there. - Get off me.

Why are you being so clever? Fucking bitch.

- You need a knife? - Shut up.

Fucking loser.

Caro, where are you going?

What's up?

Can you tell me what you're doing?

Please talk to me, Caroline.

Tell me, what can I do.

How can I help you?

I'm not staff here.

It's Oumar talking to you.

I lost my father too.

I couldn't cope either. I could have also chosen to...

To kill myself, but no.

Stop moving, or I'll slit my throat.

I'm serious.

You can't go like this.

Is it the image you want to leave behind?

Is it what you want?

I don't want to leave you.

If someone needed your help, would you leave them?

You know we've got cleaners for this?

It's a tradition here.

When a kid leaves,

the manager changes the sheets.

Where does it come from?

From the time nuns worked here.

A long time ago.

Lora?

Are you doing OK?

For sure, a lot is going on right now.

It's just that...

I feel like you came back quickly.

Like it's a little soon.

You know that I'm grieving.

It... fills me up.

A little.

Well, it doesn't fill anything but...

I pretend.

Hi.

How are you?

Yeah, I'm fine...

You?

Fine...

You know, sometimes I wonder...

If you still think about her.

- Come on darling. - Hi Paul.

Let's go.

Are you sure you want to go back there right away?

Yes, of course.

It's important to me.

- Love's so shit. - Yeah, a bit.

That's why I fuck around and I don't do relationships.

I don't give a fuck.

Hello girls.

- Hi. - Can I come in?

Of course.

It's been ages.

It's true, it's been a long time.

- I was on sick leave, did you know? - Yeah, they told us.

OK. And my illness was...

Big, big sorrows, a lot of sadness.

Seriously?

Yes, I had to go to a care home.

My husband picked me up this morning.

And I asked him to drive me here first.

Because I missed you all, a lot, and I'm glad to be back.

Really, that much? Well, fuck.

I even missed your swear words.

Fucking hell.

Fucking bitch, what are you doing?

You're all sons of bitches. I told you to let her go.

Fucking get off me.

They're two children,

who had a sexual encounter, this is abominable.

Our reputation is at stake.

Can you understand?

What you don't understand,

or what you're not hearing here...

This isn't only about education, Lora.

You must protect these children,

but you must also be aware of the laws,

and these laws are an issue now.

The press knows about this, even if they lie and the politicians too,

your slack has put this institution in great trouble.

So, first...

I need to tell you that

we're talking about a children's home.

About children and teenagers living in care.

A children's home is not a prison.

These children are not locked up,

they are not punished.

They are here to be supported,

to be educated,

including in their sexuality.

Second...

Yes, sex between teenagers

makes adults lose their mind.

And it makes the headlines.

The press loves it.

But sex is not a crime.

It needs to be taught.

It's a right.

I'm feeling so...

I'm feeling so much pain, actually.

I was in my room, on my bed, chilling.

And like, he came in...

Then, he locked the door.

And like...

Then, you know, he...

He started coming towards me and everything...

He stank of alcohol...

He was kind of rough, you know.

And like...

Then, he started...

You know what I mean? Like...

He was going really fast, like...

He really...

He really hurt me and everything.

But like, really...

It makes me feel kind of...

Really sad.

And...

Like...

Yeah it...

It makes me sad.

I tell myself, fuck...

How can your own father do this.

And...

Yeah like, it's...

It's mad.

Like, that guy...

He took my virginity like, so badly.

And like...

I say that guy cause, for me, he's not a dad, you know.

He's a fucking bastard.

And like...

For real, I'd love to...

Find my dad, and actually smash his face in, but...

He's not even worth it.

For me, your mum is a fucking bastard too.

And you? Why are you in care?

Well...

I was about 12

when my sister was born.

Her name...

Her name was Magali and...

Well, basically...

One night, I had to look after her, and...

My parents went out.

And...

So, I ran her a bath and...

I put her in the bath, and...

Then, I...

I went back downstairs to finish preparing food and...

Then...

Then, well, I went upstairs...

- Where are you going? - Sorry, I didn't hear my alarm.

- Do you know what time it is? - I didn't mean to.

We're busy and you show up like this.

Fuck off, door's over there, bye.

What's that! That's not the way we work here.

- I'm really sorry. - I'm not having it.

I don't give a fuck, you're out, we're done.

But sir, I really need this work placement.

First, "sir" my ass.

- I mean chef. - It's chef, OK?

I understand. It's the last time, I promise.

I said we're done. I've already got help.

Bye. You can leave. Go.

Goodbye.

- You're such an asshole. - What did you say?

You told me to fuck off. Who do you think you are?

Being a chef makes you the king of the world?

I'm the boss, OK? This is my place, fuck off.

You're a chef, not my father. Who gives a fuck.

Go on, get out. We're done now.

- Don't touch me. What will you do? - Calm down.

- Don't touch me too, you bitch. - What, bitch?

- Get off, let me leave. - Breathe.

I heard what happened.

Can you explain it to me?

Please?

OK.

You know what?

I'll tell you something.

I also feel anger inside. A lot of anger.

A huge amount of anger.

My daughter, she wasn't even 40,

and she killed herself.

I'm angry because I didn't do what I had to.

But deep down...

It's only sadness.

Keep it.

It's a good apple.

- From the garden? - Yeah.

So. What was I doing?

- Oumar? - Yes?

What happened with Caro last night?

Why do you want to know? This isn't the right time.

I think it is, because she lives with us...

Yes. Would you like it

if I talked behind your back?

We must be honest with you, so be honest with us

and tell us where the fuck she is.

The question here is, why is Caroline not here?

We'd like to know if she's OK?

She's OK, she's safe.

Right now, we can't tell you more.

We owe you respect and you owe us respect.

We're honest with you when we go out.

Be honest with us, and fucking tell us.

Caroline has lost her dad.

And she attempted suicide.

So when the staff tell you that she's safe,

it means that: no, she's not OK,

and she was admitted to a psychiatric ward.

I don't know what you all think,

it would maybe make her happy to get a card from us.

It would take her mind off things.

You didn't want to tell us what happened and now you want us to write a card?

Seriously.

Now that everyone knows,

what can we do to make her feel good?

You guys are so full of shit, it's crazy.

Yeah, it's mad.

If you're too sensitive to tell us what's happening

you're just not cut out for this job.

Yes, that's true.

- Why do you even do this job? - Seriously.

We don't have a family, this is our only family, our home.

You're saying: "We're here for you, blah blah blah"

but in the end, we're always struggling on our own.

We want to...

And our mission is to protect you.

And...

I think we're in a system where...

We do it the wrong way. We can do it wrong.

You talk about protection?

You think you can protect us

when you couldn't protect your own daughter?

- Stop it. - Why did you say all this?

Hello ma'am, who are you please?

Go to Sébastien please.

I'm the manager.

You must be Précieuse's mum, is that right?

I'm sorry but...

I can't let you see her now.

You must know that.

Leave me alone.

Or I'll have to call the police.

No, I'm sorry.

Sébastien, go inside with Précieuse.

She will go inside with her support worker and...

We'll find another time for you to see her

but not like this, OK?

- Bitch. - Excuse me?

I'm sure no one fucks you anymore.

So, Précieuse. Your social worker is here.

And Malik and I,

we want to understand, and find out what really happened.

We're listening, so you can tell us.

What can I say, for you to tell us?

To reassure you, for you to trust us?

Do you have something to tell us?

Sorry...

Sorry I lied.

Hold on, I'm trying to understand.

Cause I believe I missed some information.

So Précieuse, what you said about your dad,

it wasn't true, it was a lie?

- Yeah. - Alright.

Could you explain, why you made this up about your dad?

Cause I was tired of looking after my mother.

Can you give us more details?

I was doing everything for her.

You mean, you were cooking?

What else?

Everything she had to do, I was doing it.

When she wouldn't come to parents' evening,

I said she was in hospital, I lied.

To be clear, the story with your dad

was an excuse for you to come here.

But what's in your heart,

it's this feeling of not mattering to your mum, right?

Seb, first of all, is she...

Lora, I'm sorry,

but you're not allowed to be here.

I apologize.

But really, you must go.

I understand your need to be here.

But right now,

we need to talk about the aftermath.

After you leave.

And...

It won't be possible if you're here.

No.

I apologize for my colleagues' reaction...

It's not appropriate at all,

for me you have the right to be here, we have cake...

We have coffee...

Lora, I'm sorry.

But right now, you must leave.

And don't make me call the police.

Will it have to come to this?

Lora's made a mistake. OK it's serious...

But we can't accept this, it's not possible.

Seb has an issue with rules, he mixes it all up...

Oumar, you just got here...

Yes, it's been a week and I wonder where I ended up.

It's the law, Seb.

I will leave.

However...

I need to...

An important chapter of my life is closing here.

We've worked together for a long time,

we've experienced important things,

difficult things lately...

And before leaving, I needed to say thank you.

You aren't guilty of anything.

I'm the one who...

- I'm sorry. - Sorry...

Go Lora, go.

That's it.

What do you want, her job, is that it?

It's not about her job. It's an injunction!

- You think you can take her job? - I don't have a choice...

Is your career all that matters?

Are you serious?

- Lora, I promise we'll discuss... - You're sick.

Just, shut the hell up.

- Don't tell me to shut up. - Shut the fuck up...

Please guys...

- Malik, you're insane... - It's hard for me to do this.

Fuck you.

- Fuck you too, asshole. - Fuck me?

You won't teach me how to do my job, fucking asshole.

- Can I say my truth? - Go ahead.

Go on.

My truth is that, if I get with a lot of guys

it's because I feel like it fills a void.

Why do you say that?

I don't know, it's inside me.

Does this situation make you suffer?

I don't know, actually...

Before my parents died, it wasn't like that.

But if I could just be loved...

That's so moving. You have my love.

So, me...

Well...

I spoke badly to someone around this fire.

And actually...

Even though I meant it,

I think that...

I did some soul-searching, and told myself...

Maybe I messed up, what I said was a bit too...

Too nasty.

It was too much,

I went a bit too far and...

And I blame myself because...

Yeah, that's it.

I'm not like that, I don't like hurting people and...

Then I feel guilty for weeks, so...

I just wanted to say that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, you see, it's...

It's maybe the time for me to tell my truth.

I didn't know where to start, but you helped me.

You were absolutely right.

It's true that, I didn't protect my daughter.

In fact...

When she was a teenager,

She came back from holidays at her grandparents.

And she told us that her grandpa,

her grandpa was my father,

had done things with her that were...

That were wrong.

Clearly, he had abused her sexually.

She tried to tell us with her own words, and...

I think it was so unthinkable for us that...

We didn't...

We didn't listen properly.

We didn't believe her.

And I think the worst thing I did in my life is that...

The following summer...

I sent her again on holiday at my father's.

- Hello Malik. - Hello.

This is an Emergency Protection Order admission.

English adaptation: Jeremy Rieder Subtitles: c-sideprod.ch