Original subtitles

- Fuck.

- My apologies ma'am.

That luggage look really heavy.

I can't lift much on account of my back.

What you got in there, a dead body or something?

- Not yet.

- You're pretty funny.

Pretty and funny.

Alstroemerias Academy, huh?

The place has been there for a very long time.

After the Civil War,

a lot of carpet baggers came down here

to fix the place,

with their Eurocentric thinking.

Can you believe a lot of these estates were moved

here directly from Europe?

That just seems like funny money to me.

You know, there's girls in Normandy,

they didn't shave their armpits,

but that didn't stop us, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, we've arrived.

Now, hold on, just wait a second.

- What?

- If anything doesn't go your way,

you just gimme a shout.

- And why would I need to call you?

- If you understand the beginning,

the end will not trouble you.

Just don't forget what I told you.

- My bags are in the trunk.

- Miriam Basconi.

Great.

If you would please follow me.

Welcome to the Alstroemerias Academy.

My name's Holden.

I'm the RA here.

Up ahead you'll see our grand entrance.

This facility was established in 1879.

This here is our official school clock.

Now, first rule of the Alstroemerias,

Ms. Basconi, the clock is king.

Every day starts at 7:00 AM sharp, no exceptions.

Clear?

- Crystal.

- Great.

Right this way, please.

Up here is our dining hall.

We're a clean plate club here Ms. Basconi.

Breakfast at seven, class is at eight.

- Oh, what's wrong?

Gilda wasn't there to keep you warm last night.

- She probably got bored.

Whip's ego is bigger than his dick.

- Order in the corridor.

- Thank you.

- Ms. Blankenship, make sure Ms. Basconi is prompt

for her uniform fitting at noon, my office.

- Yes, Ms. Hemlock,

- Which means you'll be missing lunch, I'm afraid.

This is a nice coat.

I see you've already learned the school colors.

However, we have standards and procedures here.

I'm afraid all personal garments shall

go into basement storage.

Yes?

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, Head Mistress?

- Ms. Hemlock is fine.

- Word of advice, don't cross her.

- Or what?

- Afternoon studies at one.

Private studies at three.

Dinner at 5:00 PM sharp.

This way.

Just up ahead.

This is you, room 12.

Lights out at 8:30.

- Understood.

- Great.

- So, who's Gilda?

- First, I'm not your fucking friend, Ms. Basconi.

I don't know you.

I don't wanna.

Got dead parents, congrats.

Join the club.

- Niente'.

- What are you doing?

- Well, I was sleeping and now I'm brushing my teeth.

- You need to be in the office to be fitted.

Ms. Hemlock is gonna hide the shit out of me.

Hurry up and get dressed.

- Late again.

A girl who's always late on principle.

Her principle is that punctuality is a thief of time.

We don't tolerate thieves here Ms. Basconi.

Ms. Blankenship.

- Yes, Ms. Hemlock?

- I told you it was your responsibility

to ensure Ms. Basconi was punctual.

Head to the gardens.

Get me a Zametovka Vinea.

- Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

Shall we begin?

- Look, I'm a size four.

- Lift.

Spread.

- What?

- I'm not in the habit of repeating myself Ms. Basconi.

Your legs girl.

Size four.

Shoe size?

- Seven and a half.

- Don't move an inch.

Lift.

- One hour.

- Nice threads.

So vintage.

I think my Nona has one in storage.

- Well.

- You a rich kid or something.

- Why are you here?

Did you kill your folks?

Don't forget the anti-pasto.

- What the fuck am I paying you for?

Ms. Basconi,

I hope you don't find our food below your station.

- She spit in my food.

- We will all wait until your plate is clean.

Off to bed.

You have Ms. Basconi to thank for your punishment.

- Look, that girl started.

- I'm not interested in the cliches of hazing.

I'm not blind to what goes on here.

- All right, the food is, it's fine,

but I'm not gonna eat that.

- Do you really want

to make an enemy on your first day?

- No.

That's not what I want to do.

- That's not what you want to do, what?

- That's not what I want to do, Ms. Hemlock.

- Did your parents' lawyer tell you

about your trust?

- Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

- See,

that wasn't so bad.

If you want to afford yourself the lifestyle

of luxury you grew up with, you're stuck here

until you graduate.

I suggest taking it one day at a time.

Don't be late for breakfast.

I'd hate to sew you into a size two.

- What are you, messing with my stuff?

- It wasn't me.

Don't worry.

I kicked them out before they could take anything.

- Listen,

about earlier.

I didn't think that that was,

sorry if I got you in trouble.

- Forget it.

What's done is done.

Just don't be late.

It's the one thing you can control here.

- Okay.

- What are you doing out?

- What are you doing out?

- I'm the RA, genius.

- Well, I was hungry.

Sue me.

- Excuse me, princess,

do you know what Hemlock will do

to you if she catches you out?

- You mean what she'll make you do?

So you're the whip, huh?

- Don't call me that.

- Look, who were those men?

- They come the lights out sometimes.

I don't know what they do down there

and I'm not trying to find out.

- Oh, I get it.

You're trying to mess with me like the others,

some kind of ritualistic hazing.

- What?

- This ain't my first boarding school Bucko.

- Do not fuck this up for me.

I'm getting short.

I'll be 18 next week.

- And?

- You don't graduate, you disappear.

- Is that what happened to Gilda?

- Yeah.

- Okay, then I want in.

- In on what?

- Your plan.

- What plan?

Fine.

I've been taking notes

on when Ms. Hemlock does her rounds.

- Why don't you just call the cops?

- There's no phones on the first floor.

Okay?

Only one in the whole building,

is in the basement.

My keys only work up here.

- Okay.

Sounds like you have no plan,

but I'll defer to your judgment.

- Good.

Just have a little faith.

Okay?

I've been in this place a long time.

Clock is king, see you at breakfast.

- Yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

How'd that get in here?

- Ms. Hemlock dropped it off.

- She was in here?

- I don't know what your deal is with her,

but she's got it bad for you.

You gotta tighten up.

Get dressed.

You can't be late.

- Now, Ms. Basconi, I thought we discussed

that all personal attire

would go in the basement storage.

- Yes ma'am.

Well, the shoes I was provided for, they don't fit.

- They should be a size seven and a half.

- Hmm.

- Oh, the cheap New Orleans patent

leather pimp pumps, size six, ma'am.

- You do have a colorful navigation

of the English language.

Did you learn that on a street corner?

Yes. Ms. Hemlock.

Today we prepared a very special

prendre son petit-déjeuner à plate

for our new membre de notre famille.

Which is three courses

for those of you failing French.

Go ahead, Ms. Basconi, you must be famished.

We hope you find this suited to your palette.

One hour.

The God Saturn had two other siblings,

Janus and Ops.

Ops bore six children.

Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Juno

Ceres and Vesta.

When Jupiter tried to overthrow his father Saturn,

he did not do so in the way

that Saturn killed Uranus.

Instead, he struck him down

with a bolt of lightning.

An oral fixation is an impulse best left

out of the view of the public eye.

Shut the fuck up all of you.

I hope you didn't find my lecture

on Roman mythology boring Ms. Basconi.

- No, Ms. Hemlock.

- I expect you to have all these details memorized

by my next lecture.

- Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

- One hour.

- Is she gonna starve us all day again?

- I could eat a horse

and the dickhead cowboy that rode in on it.

- You can have the horse, I'll keep the cowboy.

- I gotta make that bitch pay.

- Gluttony is an exodus.

It is a sign of something eating at us.

If you need to get remeasured

to a size six, you know where my office is.

- Close the shades.

That was nuts.

- No one has ever finished before.

- Worth it.

Just for the look on Hemlocks face.

- Oh, thanks.

- Anyways, I'll see you around.

- Yeah.

- You're all right there.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, let's get you cleaned up here.

Look, how about we meet up

in my room after the light's out?

Take it from there, huh?

- This is your family.

- Not anymore.

- What happened to them?

- What happened to yours?

- Well, that's the million dollar question, isn't it?

What happened to the family dynasty?

Allegedly, my father,

the ever charming Senator Basconi,

well they say he shot my mom

and then killed himself.

A political power couple turned murder suicide.

That's what the paper said anyway.

- Jesus Christ.

Oh, you know what you need.

Why don't you try one of these?

- Uh.

- Come on.

- First time for everything, I guess.

- Sure enough.

- One hour.

Ms. Basconi, please come take a walk with me.

Bocca lupo.

- Have a seat.

I just have a couple of questions before we proceed.

Are you free from any allergies,

food, medication, or latex?

- Yes.

Yes Ms. Hemlock.

- Perfection.

And when was the first day of your last cycle?

You have started bleeding, yes.

- Sure, but what did- - All right.

I just need the day.

- I don't know, what does that-

- How many sexual partners have you had to date?

- Excuse me.

- An approximate number will suffice if

you've lost track.

- What's this about?

- Sex and having it, Ms. Basconi.

You're a smart girl.

- What are you implying?

- Don't get cute with me.

Only whores fraternize with the opposite sex after hours.

- What?

- This won't take,

but a moment, with your cooperation of course.

- You can't be serious.

- You can remove the bottom half of your uniform.

Use a blanket to cover yourself if you wish.

- Please, please.

I haven't done anything.

- I'll be the judge of that.

How this goes is entirely up to you, my dear.

- Don't fucking touch me.

- Now undress and lay down.

Should we summon a benefactor

to aid your compliance.

Clean yourself up.

You've got five minutes to get to class.

- What the fuck?

You missed dinner.

- Don't worry, I'm still stuffed.

- I'm serious.

No one can leave.

- I'm not going down for this again.

- Just stay outta my way.

- Trust me.

It'll be way worse if you leave right now.

I'm sorry about what happened to you, down there.

- Really?

You're sorry.

Well, maybe you can sit around

and wait for a nurse ratchet to blast your hide.

But I am done with this shit

and I'm done with this place.

Just let me go Hannah.

- Miriam.

Miriam.

- Quiet in the corridor. Lights out.

Shit.

Shit.

- Miriam.

- Miriam.

- Don't fucking touch me.

- You're fucking insane.

Where are you going?

- I gotta get outta here now.

- Go where?

There is 30 miles between us and civilization.

- I'll take my chances out here over this place.

- Holden.

- What happened to meeting me?

- Fuck you.

Fuck the meet up.

Fuck the plan.

- Fuck the plan.

So that you have no goddamn plan.

It's some half-baked prison break

that's gonna get you nowhere.

- Don't you understand?

She violated me.

- Miriam please.

You'll freeze to death out here.

- I don't care.

- I do.

- I can make it.

- I promise you won't.

- Ms. Blankenship's relatives

picked her up last night.

I trust this won't affect your studies.

Breakfast will be late due to staff shortage.

One hour.

- Aww, did you guys have a fight?

- A lover's quarrel.

- Careful Kathleen, your dick is showing.

- What The fuck did you just say to me?

- You heard me.

- Say it again bitch.

- Sounds like you heard me the first time.

- Sit on it and spin cock sucker.

- What's going on in there?

- Shh Kathleen.

Don't wanna piss off your mommy, do you?

- Hey.

Look, I feel bad

about everything that's happened, you know.

- A little late now, don't you think?

- Look, Kathleen was way out of line, okay?

I didn't think that she would ever be capable of.

- What do you have to say to me?

That you feel bad, that you wanna be my friend now?

It's pathetic.

And if this is your way of trying to apologize-

- I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

- Nothing you say or do will

ever fix what you two did.

- Do you think that you're the only one

that Hemlocks ever done that to?

- Then why don't you do anything about it?

- Hello?

- I was up all night.

No one came to pick up Hannah.

Not a single car came.

- Yeah, no shit.

That's how it works.

- So what do we do?

- Unless you got a ride outta here,

we're shit outta luck.

- I have a note from the cabby who dropped me off.

- Okay?

Okay.

It's almost 3:30.

So that's when Hemlock takes the tea to her sitting room.

My keys only work up here,

so you're gonna have to get her set from her office.

- What if she leaves?

- Don't worry about it, okay.

I'll take care of it.

Get the keys, get to the phone, make the call.

It is the only phone in the building.

- Got it.

- Ms. Hemlock.

I just wanted to let you know

there's nothing going on between Miriam and I.

- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

It seems like you've learned

to think with your brain and not your dick.

- Yes, ma'am.

- You know, I've always admired

your botanical collection.

But this one in particular is beautiful.

- You best not touch this one.

Extremely poisonous.

Just a small amount ingested could be fatal.

- Are all of these plants poisonous?

- Oh yes.

Quite.

- Mom.

- Yes.

- What's this?

- What am I looking at here Miriam?

What is this?

Hey, hey, hey, Miriam, Miriam, Miriam.

Look at me, look at me.

Shh, shh, shh.

- This is my fault.

- No, no, no, no, stop.

- This is my fault,

'Cause if I hadn't have left and she wouldn't

have followed me,

- It's not, shh, it's the game these people play.

- Well then I'm done playing their fucking game.

We have to get out of here and expose this place.

- Good evening, Holden.

Please come with me.

Have a seat.

Please take a seat Holden.

You know how I feel about repeating myself.

I understand it's your 18th birthday next week.

- Yes ma'am, Ms. Hemlock.

- We can drop the formalities.

Cigarette?

Now, Holden, I know you sold contraband

to the other students.

- Thanks.

- I'd like to think we've built a relationship

of trust over the duration of your stay.

- Yes.

- Only one real infraction, so to speak.

Fornication between students

is highly frowned upon.

- Where is she?

- Who, Gilda?

- Yeah.

- She's with her new family now I'm afraid.

One who doesn't get squeamish

at the thought of feticide.

Are you aware of what

the other students say about me?

- Yeah.

- What do they say?

- They call you the bitch of.

- Of what?

- Buchenwald.

- The bitch of Buchenwald.

This morning while I was making my rounds,

I found my key chavasse missing from my desk.

- Really?

- Were you distracting me yesterday in my sitting room?

It's quite fine, dear.

You're the whip.

And now a young man.

We're beyond punishments now.

- Yes.

- Yes what?

- Yes. Ms. Hemlock.

- Yes Ms. Hemlock.

No.

Yes, what?

- Yes.

I was distracting you.

Oh dear.

I thought we were

beyond thinking from between our legs.

- Hello.

- It's me.

Head back to the school.

I gotta get outta here.

- Who the hell's this?

- Miriam Basconi, you dropped me off

at Alstroemerias.

- Oh.

Oh yeah.

Little Red Riding Hood.

- What have you got yourself into huh?

- I don't have time to explain.

Just hurry.

- Was it, the wop girl?

- Yes.

- She's very, very pretty.

- Yeah.

- But a nuisance.

Tell you what, I'll do you a favor.

She'll never know you were the one who told me.

I appreciate your ongoing honesty with me, Holden.

As a reward,

I think you've earned your signed release documents.

- Scalpel.

Spreaders please.

- Run.

- You little bitch.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

I don't wanna hurt you.

I just wanna talk.

You know you've been a total pain in my ass.

Your parents, they were easy.

You should have seen their faces.

- Fucking bitch.

I'll fucking kill you.

Bitch.

Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

Fuck you Ms. Hemlock.

Holy shit.

What happened to you?

- Didn't go my way.

- What do you say I get you to the hospital?