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FOXFIRE
confessions of a girl gang

"Never never tell Maddy Monkey"
they warned me.

It's death if you tell any of them.

But now, after so many
years, I'm going to tell.

Or who's going to stop me?

I was the one who helped to
make the original rules after all.

I was Foxfire's
Official Chronicler in fact.

Thus the sole person trusted
to cast what we did into words

into a permanent record for us.

Typed on a typewriter,
kept in neat dated entries,

the secret document was hoped
to be a historical document

in which truth would reside forever.

Thus distortions and misunderstandings
and outright lies would be refuted.

Like we did evil for evil sake.

Of all lies pertaining to Foxfire,
surely that's the worst.

Maddy! Maddy!
Come on get up.

Maddy, it's me, Legs!

Maddy, you gonna let me in or what?

Shhh, my mom's sleeping.
Careful.

You didn't walk here all the
way from Oxburgh, did you?

Yes.

Where do you live?

I don't believe it.
That's gotta be over a hundred miles.

I'd walk a thousand more if it meant I
didn't have to live with my grandmother.

And the woman's so weird.

Just trying to get me to do these
idiotic crap around the house.

The dishes, cleaning the bathroom.

She even tried to give me
lessons in making my bed.

She always used to say to me:

"You know Margaret, there's a right way
to do things and there's a wrong way."

Once I laughed in her face.

And I told to stop. It came
to me in math class one day.

"No, grandma. There's only one right way
to do things, and a million wrong ways."

"Which is why everything
gets so fucked up all the time."

And she stared at me.
Like I'd slapped her or something.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

You know you can stay
here as long as you need to.

Don't worry, Maddy.
Tomorrow I'll go home to my old man.

He really thinks he can get rid
of her daughter just like that?

Let's see if he calls
the cops or whatever.

It is over.

Thank you for taking me in like this.
This is how it should be.

You know...

if one girl is ever in trouble, she could
go to the other to take her in, right?

Like you did.
No questions asked, right?

Right.

As usual, Legs did the talking
and I did the listening.

You're in my heart, Maddy.

It was probably that night, March
16th 1955 that Foxfire came to be born.

At least it makes it's mind.

Who knows?

We didn't even have a name then. But
a little bit later, and this I am sure of.

Legs came up with it: Foxfire.

She told us she had
heard it in a dream.

Yes, Foxfire was a
true blood sisterhood.

A secret bond forged in
loyalty, trust and love.

Yes, Foxfire was a true outlaw gang.

And of course we committed
what could be called crimes.

And most of them went unpunished even
unknown, because our victims are male

which were ashamed to
come forward to complain.

- Stop it!
- How do you like it, dear?

Stop!

- I'm gonna tell momma!
- You're the one who wanted to come here.

- Nobody forced you.
- It's not that... God!

- Stop it!
- Fuck! She smells good.

Stop it!

Stop!

- Can you just give her a break.
- You lost.

You okay? Come on,
let's go. Did they hurt you?

Thank you.

What?
No no, stop!

Please, stop!

Stop!

Here she is.

- Hey, Rita.
- Oh, hey there, baby.

She'll be back for one.

Go clean yourself up immediately.
I don't want your father seeing this.

Isn't it tired enough as it is?

You know you and your brothers.
You're gonna be the end of him.

Rita.

Go to the blackboard and
show us how it's done.

Now we studied this
equation only just last week.

You do remember
last week, don't you?

Yes, sir.

I'm asking you all
to please be quiet.

Let's let Ms. O'Hagan
concentrate so she can try

and decipher these mysterious
symbols on the blackboard.

And maybe, if you spent
as much time studying

as you did putting on your
make-up in the morning

then you wouldn't
look like such a dope

trying to solve such
an elementary problem.

Alright that's enough for you.

You have exposed yourself enough.
Go sit down.

Hey Rita!
You're so cute when you're sad.

Needless to say, you have
a detention after school.

Hey, girls.

Shouldn't you be in detention?

- Quit bugging me about that.
- "Oh, the big scary teacher so mean to me."

- No, you guys are the ones being mean to me.
- "It's not my fault."

It's not my fault.

You know, really, yeah.
It kind is your fault.

Can't you see that every time
you cry, Buttinger wins.

I don't even know when I cry.
It just happens.

Margaret, why are you looking at me
like I'm disgusting or something?

Maybe you are. I mean,
you just sit there, Rita.

You don't say anything.
You just sit there and you cry.

Margaret, I'm not
tough like you girls.

So maybe you should stand
up for yourself, Rita.

What you gonna do, huh?

Huh, do you want to come back
to come back to my classroom

- for some extra-curricular activity?
- Stop it!

- Tell her to fuck off, Rita.
- Fuck off!

- Tell her to fuck off!
- Fuck off!

Listen Rita. It's up to you now to
decide how guys are gonna treat you.

Buttinger and with
those nigger lips of his.

- Out of my way!
- What the fuck's with you?

Rita!

You fucking ...!

You gonna rot in hell for this.

FOXFIRE REVENGE

BUTTINGER TEACH MATH AND
EAT LITTLE GIRLS PUSSY

I'M BUTTINGER
I EAT PUSSY

Give me the eraser Tommy!

Give me the eraser!

- Here!
- Come and get it!

That is enough!
Sit down!

Sit down!

Sit down!

What's going...?
What's going on?

Vinnie Roper, sit down!

That'll be enough out of you.

Did you guys see his face? His eyes
were blank, just like we killed him!

He'll never come back to
this junior high, that's for sure.

I don't know how to thank you, guys.
I could never thank you enough.

Stop it will you.

Ok, if Buttinger hadn't picked on you
it would have been any one of us.

Ya, Rita, it's not you anymore.
It's us. We are Foxfire!

- Shhh.
- What?

- Don't say it so loud.
- What? Foxfire?

Shut up!
Do you get kicked out of school?

Don't worry about it.
They can't touch us.

We're not like those
assholes, the Viscounts,

with their stupid pins and jackets.
We don't need any of that.

Alright, we're too smart for them.
We're invisible.

Quiet okay. You dad and and his
new slut are still in the living room.

Hurry.

Go in. Come on...

- What is she doing?
- She's lighting some candles.

Christ likes.
It's like a church or something.

Alright girls. Whatever it is
that passes between us tonight

must forever remain
unspoken to the world.

Under penalty of death.

Do you solemnly swear to consecrate
yourself to sisters in Foxfire?

Yes, I swear.

To abide by Foxfire's
vision of the world?

Yes, I swear.

By the revolution of the
proletariat that is imminent,

by the apocalypse that is imminent

in the valley of the shadow of death.

And even under torture,
physical or spiritual

to never betray your Foxfire sisters.

Yes, I swear.

Legs, I want to be first.

It's not going to hurt, okay.
Just hold still.

It should stop bleeding.

Almost done.

Damn it Goldie!
It hurts!

It's beautiful, Maddy!

Alright Legs, it's my turn.

- Don't be shy.
- Move your hair.

No!
- Relax. Sit down.

- I can't! I can't do it.
- Sit down. Hold my hand.

You know Goldie, you're just fine.
You can do this.

- You're fine.
- Ow!

- You're doing fine.
- You're not bleeding that much.

- That's good. Can I see?
- Stop! Don't turn around!

- Are you done?
- Oh, Legs...

- It's done.
- Yeah it's done!

No!

Your turn, Legs!

- What's your name?
- Maddy.

Madeleine.

That's a nice name.

And she looks like a nice girl.

Father, tell her how
it started for you.

- You like this story.
- Tell her.

It was in 1909.

I was 24 years old.
A young seminarian.

I attended a Socialist Party
Congress in New York city.

We were thousands - men and women.

My brothers.

My sisters.

My comrades.

I stood with them, to sing
the International and...

God revealed himself to me.

Yes, it was in that instant
that God revealed himself to me

and I understood that perfect
happiness is liberation from God.

The ascension of mankind
collectively to God, and then

the oblivion of God.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to change the lock.

Should have done it years ago.

Hi, Walt!

- Hey, Maddy.
- Hey, Uncle Walt.

Are you throwing this typewriter away?
Can I have it instead, please?

- I'll sell it to you for five dollars.
- But you throwing it away. Isn't it junk to you.

Well if it is just junk,
why would you want it?

I can type on it.

- Well, then it's 5 dollars.
- But you're throwing it away.

Look, if you got 5 dollars, I won't
throw it away. I'll sell it to you.

- But I don't have 5 dollars, exactly.
- Well, go ask your mother.

- I can't.
- Why not? Oh, right...

You know, your mother ought
to learn how to keep a job

instead of getting fired all the time.

You know, she had to learn
to respect herself more...

Look, I have 3 dollars
saved up at home.

Can I bring that to you now and
give you the rest tomorrow?

Alright, go home and get the money

before the Negroes come
and haul this stuff away.

I'll sell you typewriter and
that is a good bargain.

- I know, thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh hi, Maddy. Don't worry, Uncle Walt
took care of you. Machine's in the back.

Hey honey, you're
playing with the machine?

- Yah.
- You like it pretty well, huh?

I said 8 dollars, right?

- No, you said five.
- No, you must have misunderstood.

Now look, do you want
the machine or not?

- No!
- Oh come on, you can have the machine.

Not for 8 dollars, but for 5,

if ...

you're a good girl...

I'm only keeping that fucking
machine until Saturday!

If you want it, come and
get it. It's 8 dollars.

- Hey, Uncle Walt.
- Hi honey.

- I have the money for you.
- Oh okay, come on inside.

- Wait for me in the back.
- Okay.

Honey, I told you, didn't I?
You can have the machine for nothing.

- But you said 8 dollars.
- Well, that's just one of the things I said.

I also said something else.

- How old are you?
- Old enough.

- Oh yeah? Old enough for what?
- For typing.

Look, don't act dumb, okay.

You know why you're here.
I know why you're here.

Oh yeah?
We both know?

Hold you problems, filthy pervert!
Not so tough now are you?

- What's going on here?
- Shut up!

Who do you think you are?
How dare you do your own niece!

Did you really think you
can get away with it?

Do you think you can do that?

Don't ever touch me ever again!

- I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
- We'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

- I'm sorry!
- Fucking pig!

Don't touch me!

Okay guys come on. It's enough.
There's no need for you to kill him.

Shouldn't keep hitting
a man whilst he's down.

Cash and carry.

"July 20, 1955."

"Foxfire's second victory."

"Enemy, Walter Wirtz, men's
clothing store..."

"... did..."

"... several..."

"... indecent..."

"... propositions..."

"... to his own..."

"... niece."

- What's the point in typing all this out?
- Because it's important.

- Why is it important? For who?
- For us, to begin with.

But, we already know it.

- Yeah, but we could forget.
- We will probably end up forgetting.

We had to write it all down. The dates,
the places, the names of our targets,

the reasons why we struck. Everything
that's important, exactly like it was.

for if we didn't, we didn't watch out,
Foxfire would start to break in us.

FOXFIRE BURNS AND BURNS

FOXFIRE REVENGE

It's got to be those
assholes from Oldwick.

No, there's no way man.
Those guys are the biggest pussies.

Pussies or not, they're
always looking to piss us off.

I think it's time for
some Viscount revenge.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, we got to back somehow, you're right.

Break into their school
and smash their windows.

You know, it looks like
something I've seen before.

Like some sort of religious
symbol or something.

What kind of religion?

- Well, I don't know.
- It's a flame. A simple flame.

- Maybe it's a warning.
- Yah, exactly, a warning.

- A warning for what?
- I don't know. Danger.

- Going up in flames. I don't know.
- You know, the coming of the end.

In any case...
I think it's beautiful.

Margaret Sadovsky, Mr. Greene claims
to have seen a tattoo on your back.

One that bears a
strong resembles to the

famous graffiti that we had
to remove from the walls.

I'd very much like him to explain to
me how he could have seen that?

Well, I can assure you,
it was strictly accidental.

He makes a habit of going to
the girls' locker room, perhaps?

Margaret Sadovsky, you are now
without knowing that the school

has strict policies when
it comes to secret societies.

Margaret, are you aware
of these policies?

That interdiction has
nothing to do with me.

First comes fear, then respect.

The oppressed of the earth
rising make their own laws.

It has always been that
way for every revolution.

That of 1776.

That of 1789.

That of 1848.

That of 1917.

And it will be the case for
every revolution to come.

Thank you.

I'd like to have it in front of me.

If you only knew how very
hopeful we were in 1917.

I you only knew...

the meetings, the discussions...

the joy...

It's been a long time.

You could still...

talk about these things
up until some time ago.

You could meet up and
talk about these things.

Today, all we're
allowed to talk about

is happiness.

All this talk of happiness.

Blah, blah, blah...

So much talk in the
United State of happiness.

"Happy."

"Unhappy."

What does it mean?

Believe me, happiness
is living in immediacy.

In the fever of motion.

In the pursuit.

Tim! Those girls are back again.

You girls are not wanted in this store.
I told you that the other day.

- Just looking.
- Yeah, looking's not a crime.

- How much for this dog?
- $ 20.

- How much for all of the dogs?
- I don't think you girls can afford it...

Let's say we did buy all the dogs.
And then what would he do.

He'd go out and buy more dogs
and sell them for even more.

Get out of my store, or I'm gonna call
the police. You're trespassing my store.

You still don't get it do you?

Cause you really are a moron. It's not
the individual dogs, it's the principle.

Get out!
Out!

- Should I call the police?
- Yeah.

The guy's a fucking Nazi.

Come on let's hurry.
I'm gonna take the sign.

Here, Legs.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Animals forever!

Happiness is a journey,
not a goal.

That we don't realise is
why all this is happening.

One day, after the
last roll of the dice...

when everything is over...
We'll wake up...

as if from a dream.

And we will say, "Yes..."

"I was happy then."

"Oh yes, now that it's all over,
I can see that I was happy then."

"I..."

"... was happy then."

Look with your eyes please,
not hands. Thank you.

Gentlemen, there will
be a quiz on Monday,

so I suggest you start
reading all of the signs.

- No thanks.
- Not really.

This is stupid, man.

- Hey, Maddy.
- Hey.

- What's that on your shoulder?
- What?

- Tattoo?
- It's just a birthmark.

- You didn't have it before.
- Ever since I was born.

- I'm not the only one who's wondering.
- What?

Think it's a secret, don't
you. Everyone knows.

- What can I do to join?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Are you just gonna walk away?

What did she want?

Nothing. She just... She was sticking
her nose in where she doesn't belong.

She actually wants to join us!

She'll cause nothing but trouble.

Oh come on. You're just jealous
because she's prettier than all of us.

Are you kidding me?

She's a kind of a beast with those
guys following her around all the time.

Lana, what do you think?
You know the best.

What do you mean,
what does she think?

Well. she's a sweet girl.

Easy to handle.
I don't think she'd be a problem.

You're not actually
considering this, are you?

Please, you gotta be kidding me.

Lana.

- Hey Maddy monkey, it's your grandma.
- Actually, they're really the great...

- ... great, great, great...
- Thank you Lana. Thank you very much.

- That set of teeth...
- Oh, gross.

- Creepy, I've never seen...
- I know. Not with no eyes.

Girls, I think it's
our duty to help her.

- Her and all the others.
- Just like you guys helped me.

You saved my life.

No thanks. When are we
going to stop from this? 50 of us?

We need like a checklist or something.

- What checklist?
- Shhh.

You guys, we shouldn't
be talking about this here.

They're blood sisters.
That's all.

Do you solemnly swear to consecrate
yourself to your sisters in Foxfire?

Yes, I swear.

To abide by Foxfire's
vision of the world?

Yes, I swear.

- That I'd die rather to fail?
- Yes, I swear.

Thank you guys so much.
Legs...

Lana...

I'd die for you guys.

Those kids are gonna
have something new.

Oh, look at the witches.
It's fabulous. I love it.

Okay, to the door. Come on kids.
Let's go look at the witches.

Oh, what have we here?
Some very scary witches.

There you go.

There you go.

And one for you.

Just a minute.

Come on, kids.

- Did you see the look on his face?
- He was so scared!

Guys, I'm sick of this town.

Me too.
It's so boring here.

- I just want to get away.
- That would be nice.

- Girls, come over here!
- Come, you've got to see this.

It's so lovely!

I can't believe people
would actually wear that.

Look at those shoes.

I would never wear anything like that.

Come on girls, stop dreaming.
We're not here for that.

$$ = SHIT = DEATH

- Hey! Fuck you, bitches!
- Fuck Foxfire!

I'm gonna smash your fucking
faces in, you bastards!

What do you know, fellas.

- Where are you girls going?
- Hey, gorgeous, good morning.

You know Violet, I heard
you coming on to Jack.

Giving him looks, batting you eyes.

I didn't do anything.
I don't know what you're talking about.

I think he's just confusing his
wet dreams with reality.

Excuse me.

Come on Bonnie. Don't go.
I got something to show you.

- I got something to show you.
- Fuck off!

Don't worry, Hannah. They are
just assholes. That's all they are.

Hey fucking, man.
Who are you calling an asshole?

Get off me! Get off.
Get off me!

Stop it. Get off! Get off!

Fucking bastards!

Roper. Vinnie Roper, is that you?
Looks like a girl's got you with a knife.

You heard Goldie.
Fuck off.

All of you.
Fuck off!

Margaret Sadovsky. I see you, Margaret.
Put that knife down immediately!

You want it, come and get it.

Margaret, I'm going to have
you arrested, young lady.

God! Fuck you. You don't
even know what happened.

I know what I see.
Call the police. Call the police.

It's all my fault.
And the boys they were harassing me.

- And the girls they are just trying to help.
- Margaret, this is a felony.

You're expelled!
You're all expelled. all of you!

Go go go! Go go!
We got to go!

Go go go go.
He's gonna call the cops!

Vinnie Roper was in
league with those guys.

Yah.

He got something like
shaking in the balls.

- Get out of the way, asshole!
- Sorry.

- Fletcher you stole?
- Are we all in trouble?

- Maddy...
- Maddy, faster!

What the fuck are you looking at?
Huh! What's your problem, bitch?

Oh my God, Goldie!

Come on, in front!

- Did you see the look on his face?
- I know, he was like... aaahh.

Careful, Maddy.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

What?

- What ? What?
- No, no, no...

- You can't do that.
- What if someone sees us?

- You can't be serious.
- Here he comes now!

Are you crazy?

- Okay, drive, drive!
- Oh, my God!

Go! Go! Go!

- Bye...
- Legs, what if he calls the police?

- Oh! Look at that asshole.
- Oh my God, Legs!

- Shut up, Rita! Shut up!
- Okay.

I'm not gonna kill us us, alright.
Just trust me.

Oh, shit!

You're insane, Legs!

- Legs, don't let them catch us.
- Just let them try and catch me.

I'm never coming back
to this fucking town.

- What we need is a gun.
- Yeah, the fool is in to my ass.

Legs, he's right behind us!
Go!

Be careful!

Nobody's dead, right?

Girls, is anybody hurt?

I would like to call Mr Abel Sadovsky
to the witness stand, please.

Mr. Sadovsky, could
you please tell us a bit

about your relationship
with your daughter.

Well, I have to admit...

I can't handle her any longer.

She's out of control.

You know how kids are today.
I have to raise her all on my own.

You know it's true.

If I remarried after her mother died
then maybe things would be different.

Maybe she won't be as difficult.

"Difficult?"

What are you talking about?

We fight, yes. We don't
talk very much but difficult.

It's just not true.
Besides, you don't even know me.

What are you doing here
in your Sunday clothes?

Everybody knows you're a drunk.

You came here to betray
me, in front of strangers.

Miss Sadovsky...

Mr. Sadovsky, your daughter...

is she sexually promiscuous?

Oh, what I mean is, does she
involve herself with boys?

And do you know if she
mixes herself with drugs?

Oh, that is answer enough.
Thank you.

Lana Maguire, Violet, Kahn,
Rita O'Hagan and Madeleine Wirtz...

you're sentenced to
five months probation.

Barbara Siegfried, in spite your direct
implication in an act of grand larceny,

you are only sentenced
to 12 months probation.

As for you Margaret Sadovsky,
charges against you are numerous.

Grand larceny, driving without a license,
refusing to obey a police officer,

malicious destruction of
property, disorderly conduct,

possession of a concealed weapon,
attempted felonious assault

with a deadly weapon,
habitual truancy.

On these charges Miss Sadovsky,

I sentence you to
5 months minimum

at Red Banks State
Correctional Institute for Girls.

5 months minimum.
What's the maximum?

That's up to you, young lady.

Indeterminate sentencing means I
could end up staying there till I'm 18.

That make 3 years.

There are adult charged with armed
robbery who end up getting less than that.

I bet it's unconstitutional
treating kids that way.

Like cos we're minors
we're not human!

Miss, we are not here
to negotiate the law.

This Court doesn't have
any jurisdiction over me.

Really. Is that so?
Next case.

FOXFIRE never looks back

We thought we were untouchable,
invisible, invincible. But we were wrong.

The others, those we scorned,
those we despised,

had taken their revenge on
us by ripping out our heart.

Taking Legs from our lives.

And I'm still wondering
the same thing today.

How could society have been
so afraid of a 15 year old girl?

Whose only wrong was to swallow
the sky and promise us the horizon.

Why did we see her such a threat?

Of course, when she was gone,
we felt like we weren't ourselves,

as though life had
been drained out of us.

Being on probation, and under 18 on
top of it, none of us could visit Legs.

That was the cruelest part.

- Have you finished the bedroom 307?
- Yes, it's done.

See you tomorrow.

During those long
months she was gone,

because I couldn't hear Legs voice,
because Foxfire was on hold,

I was unable to write
a single word on my machine.

Hi, Mom.

Oh, Maddy...

Sorry to bother you with this, but
do you have the $ 15 for utilities?

Yeah. Actually I would.

- Here you are, Mom.
- Oh, so nice of you.

"Things are alright here.
I'm making some friends here.

We take classes in things like riding
and hairstyling and something called

cosmetology.
I feel okay."

"They feed us okay. They work us
pretty hard, so we're hungry."

"You are all in my thoughts.
Hug and kisses to everyone. Legs."

- Is that it?
- Yeah. Right.

That's not a letter.
That's bullshit. That ain't Legs.

She can't fucking say what she wants.

Fucking assholes censor
everything she writes.

Thank you for your
very cordial welcome.

The girls are expecting you.
Please follow me.

Sorry.

My name is Marianne Kellogg.
I could be your big sister, if you like.

Okay yes.
Yes.

- What's your name?
- Margaret.

Margaret, so nice to meet you.

Shall we sit down?

It's a little awkward I guess but we're
just here to visit, really. Just to talk.

Thank you. Would you
like some hot chocolate?

Yes, please.

It smells good.

- So, do you like to read?
- Yes.

- What do you like to read?
- Most things really. Comics, magazines...

I meant... books.

- That too. There's a library here.
- Oh, how nice.

I brought you some books,
that I very much like.

Thank you, that was very kind of you.

I very much like this one.
It's called "Little Women".

It's just the story of four sisters.

They lived with their mother because their
father is away fighting the civil war.

It's just the story of a year of their
lives, from one Christmas to the next.

The small pleasures and
hardships that they face.

Oh but... don't worry.
I'm going to read it.

Let's speak of you instead.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

What do you keen on doing
when you're no longer here?

I don't know. I think about it a
lot though. But I still don't know.

All I know is, I will never let another
person be in control of my own life.

That's a good resolution.

You know what he did?

Oh, it's really rotten.
It's just a damn rotten thing to do.

Walking out of me like that. Seven
months pregnant. You just don't do that.

But... I know really why he left.
He was ashamed how he behaved...

with the only 2 people in the
world in his life who trusted him.

His only daughter and me.

Why is she bothering
us with this shit?

I mean isn't today supposed
to be a celebration?

Didn't you get it?
Legs was right.

That slut with nothing
else but a pig snout.

- Oh fuck. There she is!
- Shit already?

Legs!
Oh, my God!

Let's go!

Come on!

- Hey, Legs! Come on!
- Come on!

- Come on!
- Come here!

Come on, Legs!

Okay okay, here I come!

Legs, someone's here.

Marigold, it's so great
that you could come.

So good to see you.

Hey girls!

So these are the Dempster sisters.
This is Marigold and... What's your name?

- Temma.
- Temma.

They are also Lower Town too.

Me and Marigold, we did spend
some time together in Red Bank.

It wasn't all fun and games, was it?

- So how long ago did you get out?
- About a month.

You must be happy.

Oh God, there's nothing
better than... to being out.

Thank God every second,
every day that I'm out.

Hey, do you girls want to dance?

Come on, something I wanna show you.

Wow.

It's so beautiful up here.

There were times
that I felt so afraid...

thought that Foxfire
was just a dream.

Did they hurt you?

It's nothing. My eye just starts
bothering every now and then.

A woman did that to me, Maddy.
With her thumb, just like that.

Father Theriault thinks
it's because of society

that we cannot be
brothers and sisters.

Because of capitalism, and
having to sell ourselves.

I think it's true but there's more.

For example, why does a girl
got to thumb you in the eye?

Yes, men are our enemies.
But women and girls can be too.

They seem enough to be like your sisters,
but they'd suck your blood if they could.

They've got no good reason
to hate you and yet they do.

They simply hate you.

It's disappointing.

You know, to those 5 months
you were gone... it's like...

it's simply not living.

We couldn't even see each other, because
every time we did, all we could do was

thinking about you and all those horrible
things they were doing to you there.

But it's okay.
Nobody hurt me.

I was too smart for them.

No when it came time, I escaped.

I turned into a hawk.

FOR SALE

Stop! Pull over!

- What is she doing?
- Hey, Legs baby.

We ain't gonna wait around for you.

Watch yourself on some
of these weeds here.

Now I'm going to warn you.
The house needs a little bit of work.

But everything's in
good working order.

- Wow.
- Look at it.

- It's so much work.
- But we can do it.

Look how big it is.

The house is sturdy.

- It stinks.
- Once we clean it up...

Take a look.
It's beautiful.

Legs, this place is beautiful.
I love it.

- I mean there's a lot of space.
- Looks like a pigsty.

Previous renters left in the middle of
the night leaving months of back rent.

And the house in a
dreadful state of filth.

But the rent is reasonable.
45 dollars a month.

- And how much to buy it?
- $ 3200. Negotiable.

- Oh my God. Why not?
- Let's see the 2nd floor. Right this way.

Look, I don't want you to
make a decision too quickly.

I can feel it. This is
our house... our home.

But you shouldn't do this so
impulsively, okay. So hot headed.

Lay off, Muriel.

I thought I was going
to sign the contract.

- I got the right to my opinion.
- Yup!

What experience do you have
in keeping up a house, huh?

What experience you have in
paying rent every month?

Water, utilities, electricity,
taking out the garbage.

What you gonna do in winter, I mean,

when it is really cold and
there's a howling blizzard?

I think we can handle it Muriel.

If we all pitch in, we can
take care of this house.

Girls... you don't know shit.

A house... even when you're
just renting is like getting married.

You want in and then
suddenly one day, you want out.

Well, it's nice for you to be
concerned, hon, but believe me,

I've been thinking about
this for a long time.

Oh, you have, have you?
And just since when, smart-ass?

All my fucking life,
if you want to know.

There. Three months advance rent.

We have a house!

- I didn't think we could afford it.
- Thank you!

# When I was just a little girl

# I asked my mother,
"What will I be?"

# Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me.

# Que Sera Sera

# Whatever will be, will be

# The future's not ours to see.

# Que Sera Sera

# What will be, will be.

It isn't easy to know
where the story begins.

To go all the way
back to the beginning.

How do you pin point the
moment when you say:

"Okay, here. Here it is.
Now the clocks can start ticking."

However that spring, when the sun shone
more brightly than any other spring before

we were all convinced that our story,
Foxfire story was starting again.

Here, on this old farm on Oldwick
Road, 3 miles south of Hammond.

The rotted shingles on
the roof tiles were askew,

the wood siding was
seriously weather worn.

But this farm was as
beautiful to us as a noble,

old wreck of a schooner,
proudly riding the waves.

Above all, it was the house
Legs had chosen for us.

A house which according to her,
was to become a refuge for all girls,

all women, all of
our suffering sisters.

Hey you guys.

We have about 12 or so dollars
to last us till the end of the month.

Well, I guess we will be starving
till the rest of the month.

No need to be so dramatic Rita.

I mean, maybe we can have breakfast
with that every once in a while.

What's this?

- Legs!
- Fuck!

- Where the fuck did you get all that dough?
- None of your business.

No one needs to explain
themselves, alright.

We just contribute
what we can or can't.

I don't have much but I put my hours in at the diner.

If you don't have anything
to give, it doesn't matter.

I've never seen that
much money in my life.

Lana, how much is there?

A hundred and twenty dollars

and fifty six cents.

- That's incredible!
- Let's have a party, huh!

Oh, definitely won't start now.

Stop that. Come on.
Do it tomorrow.

But so much's happened. We'll never
get the chance to write it all down.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

- No, we heard you say something.
- Nothing I tell you.

Come on girls, go to bed.

Okay girls, I want
to go to sleep now.

Fine.

We are feeling lonely next door.

Oh, this is unbelievable.

We have so many rooms in this
house and you have to bug us.

Come on, Maddy.
It's the first night.

- Oh Rita no!
- Hi, Maddy.

Make room everyone.

- Where am I suppose to put my mattress?
- Make some room!

- Good night, girls.
- Good night Rita.

- Look at the * stones and the headlights.
- Look at seats, it's so nice.

I don't understand how you
expect me to work like that.

Come on, Acey, would
I really waste your time?

- Hey Mister!
- Hey.

- I love this car. How much?
- I love it too. It's too much.

You can't afford it, I'm pretty sure.

Hey girls. What about this car over
here? Huh. Isn't she a beauty.

Is it sale?

Hey Acey, yesterday you told me 400.

400? I don't remember
saying something that stupid.

Maybe you were drunk.

Drunk? If I was drunk,
I still wasn't stupid.

It's an $800 car.
It's not a $400 car.

What are they saying?
Rita, what are they saying?

I think we're going to make a deal.

It sounds like we're
going to wrap it here.

Come on, Acey. 500?

Well. Okay, sweetheart.
Since it's for you. You win.

So 500 it is.
Didn't believe me, did you?

Hey girls, this is our car.
What do you think, huh?

God!
It's those assholes Viscounts.

This beer's disgusting.
It's warm. We need an icebox.

We need a lot of things.

We need new curtains, for
example. Curtains and rugs.

We need food.

- A lot of food.
- Maybe some steaks.

Hey guys, we need gas
for lightning bolt right?

Well, I know how to steal it.

Whoa! It's so gross.
Disgusting.

Yeah, but you guys are forgetting
the most important part.

What's that?

- Beer and cigarettes!
- And reefer.

Yeah, reefer!

That sounds great but we really

really do need to think about
starting to stick to a budget.

Again she goes again.

I'm just saying. I mean if
we are going to survive here,

we need to start
cleaning up finances...

Maddy, we're not here to survive
though, we're here to live, alright.

And to live well. I mean,
isn't that what Foxfire deserve?

Yeah!

Give me it.

- Come on! Hurry! Let's go.!
- Okay.

The other way! Told you the
other way. It's not going to fit.

I told you!

See?

Do you solemnly swear to consecrate
yourself to your sisters in Foxfire?

Yes, I swear.

To abide by Foxfire's
vision of the world?

Yes, I swear.

- That I'd die rather than to fail?
- Yes, I swear.

So Agnes, welcome to Foxfire.

Um, now you'll have to help out with
the household chores, obviously.

I mean, I think that's the best way
for you to get to know everyone.

Don't worry. She did
everything at home anyway.

Since I got married, I've been taking care
of the laundry, cooking, the cleaning...

And not just for asshole husband
either, for his brother's too.

Um, I guessed Lana explained to you how
things usually work with money around here?

Yes, that's no problem. I don't
earn a lot, I'll be happy to share.

- What did you do with windows?
- We boarded them up. What did you think?

We didn't have another
choice now, did we?

Hey, we're not here to talk about that.
We do officially welcome Agnes to the gang.

- Oh, you're the one who asked.
- I know.

In our time, this kind of
ceremonies were very special.

Seems like some of us don't have
to get up for work in the morning!

- That's the first 3 months?
- Yeah, we barely break even.

We need... even I'm spending
almost no money on the house.

Like we're just surviving.

And our biggest expense obviously
aside from rent, is the food.

Shit.

Sorry, love.

We don't even make ends
meet, even with the new girls?

Well, we don't really
bring in that much money.

I mean, two of us working,
well three now, including Agnes.

Yes, but we're not going to start choosing
girls based on their income Maddy.

Legs, I never said that.

No, you didn't say that.

Apparently I saw you being all nice with
Agnes because you know she earns money.

You don't even realise it.

Come on, get up. Wake up!
Come on, wake up, Maddy! Come on!

Violet, get out of bed!
All of you. Everybody, get up!

"Money, money, money!"

It's the only word I can hear it.
It's ringing in my fucking head.

Ding dong ding!
Everyone wake up!

Goldie!

It is the only fucking word
that I can hear. Marcia get up!

Listen to me!
Lana, wake up!

Fuck! This is not what
I dreamed about.

We have to find a solution.
All of us, together.

Instead we just sit around
and argue about fruit loops and

butter and broken windows.
It's ridiculous.

- Legs, just calm down...
- Your anxiety has got me all strung up!

Alright there's no point in worrying.
It paralyzing, it's smothering me!

I want us to talk.

I want us to have ideas.

I don't want us to act like poor little girls
trembling at the idea of being punished.

Believe me. We can do anything.
Alright, Foxfire burns and burns.

We have to search for money where it is.
And it's in the pockets of men.

And that money belongs to us.

- This is too much?
- How do you like the color?

I guess a little more
around the edges there.

Uh-huh.

- Let's see.
- Yeah, it's not quite even.

Yeah, you know a little
bit more around there.

Okay.

Perfect.

- May I sit down?
- Please do.

- I'm Jerry.
- I'm Elaine.

- Jerry, you're too kind.
- No, not at all.

A young lady should never
walk home alone at night.

- My car is just up here.
- Oh great!

- Really, it's no trouble at all.
- I don't want to be a bother.

- No, it's practically on my way.
- Okay.

- It's this way.
- Oh, great.

Hey mister!
What do you think you are doing?

Wait, wait a minute girls.
What's going on here?

You're not such a
hotshot now, are you?

Hey, I didn't do anything. We were
just talking. I didn't touch her. Ask her.

Oh what?
You speak with your hands?

Your wife know you kiss
young girls in the parking lot?

Okay look, just take my
wallet okay. It's all I have.

- And the watch.
- Oh! And the ring.

Thank you.

- You have to explain that to your wife.
- Bye!

Alright, get in!

I'm so proud of you, Rita.

Oh! It went really well.

I was sitting alone at the diner,
and I saw this man come in.

We looked at each other
and he came over and...

You should have seen jock. He was so
scared, he almost peed in his pants.

Cool man.
I wish I'd been there.

Don't worry, you'll
get your chance.

- So, you weren't afraid?
- No, he was a really nice guy actually.

And not bad looking either.

You poor brat. You are
just too addicted to guys.

When any jock try to lay a finger on
me, I'm going to smash his face in.

There's no danger in that Goldie,
you'd make them run the other way.

I don't give a damn.
I don't need men.

Well, in any case, you'd never be bait.

I'd rather be the hook
than the bait, knucklehead.

Come on guys, stop being stupid.
Alright, tonight we're celebrating.

- To Rita.
- To Rita!

NO

NO

So that three for and eight against.

You really are a bunch of
hypocrites, aren't you.

You don't want Marigold
because she is colored.

Oh come on Legs.
You know that's not it.

I don't have a problem with
Negroes, you know that.

So, what's the problem then?

You think that just
because she's your friend,

we're going to line up
and vote for her.

- That's not how Foxfire works, Legs.
- Who do you think you are, VV?

You've been with us just a month and you
think you know what Foxfire's all about.

What do you think that you're
the keeper of the Foxfire flame?

- The pures of the pures?
- Shut up, Legs.

You think we're just gonna let Snow White
walk in here like she's family?

Oh, really smart, Goldie.

You disgust me.

You think your ass is
lily white don't you?

That you're better than any color,
no matter who, no matter where.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.
Fuck you, Sadovsky.

Fuck yourself!

I'll take you back to town.

I'll get it, Martha.

I'm so glad you could come.

What does the "Windward "mean?

It's an old story.
Come in.

Windward is the
name of was an old castle

that my father's family
used to own in Scotland.

Come in.

Come in.

We chose the name, because
we felt it described the house well.

The wind can be so cold here in
winter. It can be quite frigid.

Come in. I thought we
could sit in the living room.

Have a seat.

- Margaret.
- Mrs. Kellogg.

- Now have a seat.
- Make yourself at home.

So Marianne tells me you
have plans for the future.

Mother, she just sat down.
Allow her to catch her breath.

In fact I'd like to go to secretarial school
as soon I've saved up enough money.

- What is your job now?
- I am a salesgirl at Kresgies.

Oh we love Kresgies. We go there
all the time. Don't we, Marianne?

I'm not at the Main Street store,
I'm at the Lower Town store.

You know Margaret dear, you might
want to allow us, I mean, Whitney and I...

Whitney is daddy.

You might allow my husband and I
to help you with your schooling.

Secretarial school
is such a good idea.

There is a very fine school
right here in Hammond.

I believe Whitney has hired a number
of girls from there over the years.

Secretaries, filing clerks,
stenographers...

I don't know what else.

Books?

That would be a good idea, Margaret.
For you future wouldn't it?

Oh yes, as long as it
isn't charity, I mean.

If it's just a loan.

Oh sorry.
Where's the damn light switch.

Oh wow.

- It's beautiful.
- Like it?

Veronica, you are a goddess.

- Who's that?
- I ordered a bottle of champagne.

Are you crazy? I'm already completely tipsy.

- You can't stay here.
- No?

No. I mean that gib... Go hide
in the bathroom. Your shoes.

I'll be right there.

- Hi. How are you?
- Good.

What the hell is she doing?

Be patient. Can't you guys
ever trust one another?

Are you kidding me? It's Violet.
She gonna do whatever the hell she wants.

Yeah, she thinks she's like
a movie star or something.

Shut up! She's gonna
come out at some point.

Veronica!

Veronica, are you all right?

Oh, please don't hurt me.
I'm only 15. I just want to go.

Okay, okay. I don't understand.
I'm not going to touch you.

I ran away from home this morning.
My dad's a Colonel in the army.

The police are definitely looking for me.
I just wanna leave. Don't touch me.

Look! It was never my intention to
lay a hand on you, you know that.

I would never hurt you. I would
never hurt a hair on your head.

Please, please. Look.
I have a daughter.

I do... I have a daughter.
She is your age.

Just let me go.

Finally.

How much?

- 136 tax-free dollars.
- What the hell did you get up to?

You know, we waited
over an hour for you.

Let's just say I slightly
changed the technique.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

Nice job, Violet.

- It's done.
- Thank you.

- Oop. Careful.
- Mm. It's so good.

- Your chocolate.
- Thank you. And here's the change.

- Thank you.
- You have a nice day, lady.

- Bye.
- Okay see you.

- He's cute.
- Not bad.

I love chocolate.

- You know. This is the life, guys.
- Really is.

Go go. Legs! Faster!

Yes!

Yeah!
Touchdown.

Maddy is a sweet kid, right.

Just between you and me,
I don't think she has the guts for it.

When Maddy puts her mind to it, she can do anything.

Well, maybe she just
not pretty enough.

- Who's talking.
- What are you talking about?

Maddy is every bit as pretty as I am,
and I've been doing okay, haven't I.

Maybe she is just not charming enough.

Goldie, just because
guys don't look at you,

doesn't mean you have
to take it out on Maddy.

No! Don't you get it?

There's just something
not right about her.

Well, I don't understand what
you're talking about then.

Yah, maybe Goldie's right.

- In fact, I don't really trust Maddy.
- I don't trust her either.

She's just not one of us.

It's not always easy the first time.
Don't panic.

I'm telling you, I won't panic!

You know, I like you.
I really like you.

Don't just go for any guy.
Don't go for lame brains.

Watch how he's dressed,
how he speaks.

Where the fuck is she going?

It's a dumb call.
She's going to fuck everything up.

Let her be.
She'll be alright.

Oh! I'm sorry.
Thank you.

What the fuck?

What is she doing?

She's crazy.

- Are you follow this bus around all night?
- Stop complaining. Cool it.

- Where are you getting off?
- Colton. And you?

The other side of the river.
A little restaurant, I like.

- Oh really?
- Mm hm.

Best steak in town.
What do you say?

Well, I am hungry,
and I do love steak.

That's great.

I am a Chick. What is your name?
- Margaret.

Margaret.

Well Margaret, I never imagine spending
an evening with such a young, pretty girl.

You're very kind.

You're gonna like this place.
I take my mom there all the time.

- She really likes it.
- That's so sweet.

It's actually easier this way.
It's a shortcut.

Yeah, there's no doubt
about it, Margaret.

In a few years, you're
gonna be a true beauty.

Why in a few years?

You're a little young, aren't you?

Did your parents to know where
you are? This way, it's okay.

Don't be afraid.

Now, we both know
what you are, don't we?

- You are a runaway, aren't you?
- No!

Huh, you're a little runaway that likes
to flirt with strangers, aren't you?

No! No!

No don't.
It's okay, it's okay.

Don't you know it's
dangerous play with fire?

You little slut.

You do know it's
dangerous, don't you?

No!

Is this what you want?
You want me to hurt you?

No, I don't!
Please!

You want me to rip your head off?
Oh, I'll rip you.

I'll rip you right where it counts.
- Mommy!

- You slut!
- No!

No!

- Maddy...
- I'm fine.

You know. You are just beyond stupid.
Letting yourself get led away like that.

What would you have done
if we hadn't have been here?

You realise the risk
that you made us take.

- Goldie, that's enough.
- You really are just a little shit.

You know I was scared for you.

- He could have killed you, Maddy.
- Yeah, I know.

Legs, what happened to us?

Something's changed.

My uncle Mason and Ethan.
Hey uncle Simon and aunt Matilda.

And Matilda and her mother Elizabeth.

There. Whitney Kellogg, Jr., daddy.

Isn't he handsome?

Yes.

Mama says in that photo you can see
his soul shining through his eyes.

And your father?
You don't speak of him.

- He died in the war, is that right?
- I think so. They never recovered his body.

It must be hard. The tests that
Jesus gives us to show our faith in him.

No, it's not hard, not if he is
with you all along. It's easy.

They're beautiful.

I've had an idea. I was wondering if you
want to come to church with us this Sunday?

I know daddy would love to meet you.

This Sunday? I have to visit
my grandmother in Plattsburgh.

- Maybe the following Sunday?
- Yeah. Maybe.

My... That's my father's office.
It's locked.

It's locked.

And that's my parents private suite.
They prefer I don't go in there.

You mean to say that you don't have the
right to go into your own parents' bedroom?

It's their private space, like my
bedroom is my private space.

- They're not home, right?
- Yes but... Margaret, what are you doing?

Margaret, I... I just don't
think that you should touch...

Um... my mother.

It's probably very expensive, and
my mother would much prefer to...

Your mother would what?
Your mother is not here!

Margaret. Margaret,
I really do think...

It's not...
Oh! That's very expensive...

What do you think?

Oh wow.

- Hold on to this.
- What?

Daddy's gonna get you.
Watch out!

Daddy's gonna get you!

Don't you try to get away from me!

Where do you think you're going?

I told you.
Daddy's gonna get you.

All the memories I have
from this period are muddled.

My notes I took were nothing
but desperate scribbles.

Fragments, that stopped short as if
the writer was interrupted or lost heart.

Legs bought weapons from Acey Holman.
For our protection, she said.

To avoid other incidents like what
happened to me with the man from the bus.

But we could feel that
something else was going on.

More than ever, Legs was like a
shooting star, in perpetual movement.

And we were like cosmic dust,
twirling in the comet's wake.

Only she knew where she
was headed and we followed.

But the truth was, none of us
understood what was brewing in her head.

Guys, I can't do this.
I'm terrified of guns.

Violet, you try it.
Maybe I'll go later.

Hey, it's really not that hard, guys.

This blind and reckless
journey excited some,

as for me, I stayed out of it.
Maybe my choice,

maybe to other girls'
suspicious looks.

In reality, I didn't know it
yet, but I was scared.

Marianne and I, of course,
went to the galleries

but Whitney wouldn't
hear a word about it,

he wanted to go somewhere called
Astoria and visit the Steinway Museum.

We had to look at
pianos for three days.

- I'll get it.
- Thank you kindly.

I'm so glad you called.
I can't tell you how much.

I was so afraid you won't call.

No, no, it's quite alright.
Now it's forgotten.

Don't worry about it. I put away
everything before they returned home.

They didn't notice a thing.
Subject closed.

You know you're still invited.

Yes, to church.
My father would love to meet you.

Oh, Marianne.
I'd be delighted.

I don't know how to thank you.

But I just have one favour to ask
of you. I'd like to invite a friend.

She is so sad and so lonely. Her
mother died of cancer just last year.

She's a good girl, you'll see.
You won't be disappointed.

Alright, next Sunday then.
Goodbye.

Darling, why don't take the chair...

- Not a little bit too long?
- Oh, no no. Not at all.

Veronica, why don't you have
a seat right here, beside me.

Davis, I want you on the end seat.
Claire you can sit next to him.

- Father, I think you know your place.
- Thank you very much.

Alright.
Have a seat everybody.

Thank you.

Davis, Claire, Susan,

I'd like you to meet two incredibly
amazing young ladies, friends of Marianne's.

Ah, this is Veronica
and this is Margaret.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Some people rise to
the top, some do not.

You know you don't have to eat finish.
Look, I only eat half my plate.

Why do some people rise to the top?

While others do not, or cannot or I
don't know, perhaps they don't want to.

I mean, that is a riddle.
Isn't it girls?

Most probably.

So, what about you girls? What
are your plans for the future?

Well, when I finish
studying for bookkeeping,

I'd like to open up
my own beauty salon.

I have the impression that in order to
get ahead, you need to be your own boss.

Well, Veronica, what
do you hope to do?

- I hope to work for Margaret.
- Ah, yes at her beauty salon.

Well, you'll be her most
persuasive advertisement.

Um, in the mean time, I need a job.

Real bad. Any type of sales or
office work, would be good.

- Isn't that right, Margaret?
- Yes, any kind of job will do.

Those who really want it...

and were driven by a faith in
themselves, and also in God

of course always reach their
goals, for God helps those...

who help themselves.

You know, what I like about
you girls. You don't complain.

You know what dignity is. And dignity
is what is missing from our society.

And everybody is a whiner.
Everybody is asking for their rights.

And we live in a society
of welfare cripples.

Everywhere.
The commie backed unions.

They're making their moves.
They're recommending sick leave.

Sick leave. They want to be paid
for being sick. Can you believe this?

Pay me for being drunk,
and falling into a machine.

It is a plot to crush us. To suck our
blood. I'll tell you what the problem is.

The problem is the Communist.

There is an insidious Commie
influence... socialist, pinkles whatever

and it is destroying the foundations
of our society. It is like a cancer.

- Here we go again.
- But I can't say I disagree with him.

- You want me to cut the cake?
- Yes.

- Alright.
- Lovely idea.

- Veronica?
- Yes.

- Can you type?
- Oh, I love to type. Don't I, Margaret?

Cause I believe I have an opening,

maybe two for stenographers
in the branch street office.

- Mr. Kellogg, how could we thank you?
- Oh, it's Marianne you should thank.

It's thanks to her
that I passed it for us.

Well, I can't promise anything, but
I will call at my earliest convenience.

- Thank you very much for having us.
- Yes, lovely to meet you both.

They are great.

He is nice.

I had a wonderful time
today, didn't you?

I don't know...
They are nice people, and...

Marianne and Mrs. Kellogg, they all
try to make us feel at home.

Shut it.

A million dollars, Maddy.

And we could pay off all our
fucking debts and all our bills forever.

You know, one big final hook,
and you've got it made.

You're the only one against it.

- We took a vote.
- I'm not comfortable with it, okay.

Ever since you
brought those guns home...

I've never asked you
to use a gun, Maddy.

Now the only thing you'd
have to do is help plan things.

What's important is that you help
me write the perfect ransom note.

You know, maybe we need more than
one. Get them ready ahead of time.

So there's no last
minute panic and fuck-ups.

You're the only one who can write
this ransom note correctly.

- The way it should be written.
- Legs, that's bullshit.

You don't need me anymore.

- No, I wasn't.
- You know, it's no use denying it Rita.

I saw you through a Sentry theater.

You're a the very back of the theater
at the furthest left hand corner.

I saw you. You have this on
your shoulder. You were kissing.

- Wait. What are you talking about?
- Collis. Collis Connors.

The guy from the ice cream store
across from the school.

Oh! The cute guy with the dark hair.

Oh yah. The guy with the soft voice, right?

Stop it, you guys.
I don't give a damn about him.

You know why you give a damn?

Because you love those sappy
films together, don't you?

Whoa VV. What are you?
A snitch or something? Fuck off.

- Is it true, Rita?
- What?

Is it true?

Yes.
We went on three dates.

It was nothing.
He's a nice guy.

No, it's not nothing, Rita.
You know that.

Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again,
I swear. I swear it, Legs.

You better not. Cause no matter what
you did, you should get a suspension.

Enough VV!
We don't need a lesson on the rules.

Shut up, will you.

VV has just as much of a right
to her opinion as the rest of us.

I thought we were all equal here?

Agnes, Patty, Jennie, Toy,
we're all new here.

But we all swore.
So what if you're the elders?

So what if you created the rules
and explained them to us?

So much the better if I remind
you of them every once in a while.

Look like you need us.
We are new blood.

Any day I got to die for you.
Any of you, I would.

Look, today we got to respect
the rules, more than ever.

Because what lies ahead,
well it's not going to be easy.

And when you trust to get through it,

cause without trust everything
will fall apart... Get all fucked up.

So from now on, no more
lies, no more secrets,

no more rule bending,

and no more elders.

Because we're all here together.
We are all Foxfire. And that's it.

Okay, baby.
If you want to leave,

you want to quit Foxfire,
I'll understand.

I can make it all right
with the others too.

But...

Where else am I gonna go?

SEPTEMBER 13 1956: X iled.
This morning, I have to leave the farm.

Now, as we approach the end,
I find it hard to continue.

Not just because I was
about to lose Legs forever,

but especially because, in violation of
the sacred oath to Foxfire I took,

I decided to refuse to cooperate.

I failed to behave with
the utmost fidelity and loyalty

when such were required of me
at this crucial moment.

I had to leave this house.

Of course the girls
wanted an explanation.

But Legs made it so I wouldn't have
to justify myself before the others.

Avoiding a formal procedure, that
would have surely ended in a trial.

Banishment would have been unbearable.

Depressed and sick with regret,
she just invited me to leave,

and made me promise that I
would never reveal Foxfire plans.

In my memory, Rita had been
expelled a few days before me.

Yet, according to my notes, she was
still there the day of my departure.

- It's funny, because I don't remember.
- How did you feel?

In fact she was exiled, almost
unanimously, a week later.

She was accused of not
breaking up with Collis Connor.

They're becoming too serious.

These are my last notes.

Everything that happened following
that day, I read many years later.

LOCAL GIRL GANG TIED TO
INTERNATIONAL RED TERRORISTS

That's Scott, went to high school.
And he's the Accounts Manager.

Exit, the safe.

And I am so sorry that I have to
show you the office at this late hour,

because I can't find a minute
to myself during the day so...

Oh but Mr. Kellogg, it's so nice of
you to give us so much of your time.

No no no, I'm the one who
should be thanking you, because

if you saw the army of old hags that
work here all day long, you'd understand.

I am begging you, please
do not become like them, okay?

As long as it isn't contagious,
I don't think there's any risk.

Really, you're incredible. You know the
good it does me to meet people like you.

It just... feels so good
to have a laugh.

Don't you laugh very often?

Oh no no. Don't be mistaken.
I love my profession, I adore my family

and both of you know what an angel
Marianne is. But you girls are different.

It's very kind of you to say.

I just suggested to Veronica, that maybe
we could continue this lovely evening

in a little restaurant down
by the river in Morganstown.

- What do you say?
- That's fine with me.

Excellent.
Come on.

Ladies...

Just to the left here, okay.

We'll be there in about half an hour.

- Stop where you are!
- No no no. Don't shoot!

Don't shoot. Take my wallet.
I'll give you all the money I have.

Just take the keys,
take the wallet.

- Please, don't shoot.
- Shut up.

- Don't shoot. He's a nice guy.
- Take my wallet, the car, anything you want.

- Anything you want.
- I don't want your wallet, it's you I want.

Don't you get it old man! If you
co-operate nothing will happen to you!

Now, move it!
Move your ass!

- Hey! Hey! Come back here!
- I don't know them.

Shut your mouth, or I'll blow it off!
Don't you get it! This is a kidnapping.

Your life for a ransom.

- Get tally.
- Please, have a wife and daughter.

Please don't hurt the girls!
They have nothing to do with this.

I don't know them.

Please, look at me! Please.
They won't call the police.

Please...

Get up!

- Go!
- Please don't hurt the girls!

Your feet in!

Come on!

Damn it!

- Move it!
- Come on. Hurry up, down the stairs!

- Hello?
- Listen to me. We got your husband.

I'm sorry?

He's okay now. Don't call the
police, you understand? You got it?

Do just like we say,
and nobody gets hurt.

Who is this?

Who is this?
Hello?

Come on. Say: "I'm alright and if I
do what I'm told I'll be home soon."

Come on mister!
Please!

Damn it.
Please!

Fine. Do you want me to blow
your fucking your brains out?

What's a million dollars to you?
What's a million dollars!

I can't believe a man as rich as
you would rather die than pay off.

Hey guys.
Everything's fine.

Don't worry. Everything is
going exactly as we planned.

I promise you, in two days,
it'll all be over.

I need a nap.

Somebody needs to watch him.

Come on you old man.
You have to eat!

We made you a good dinner!

Do you want to die of hunger?

Oh fine, then just croak.
The sooner the better.

Alright, what you got there?

I'm sick of taking care
of this asshole shit.

Hello?

Hello?
What have you done with my father?

Where is he?

You monsters!
Would you just answer me!

Answer me!

Hello?

How can I pay you if
I don't know if he's alive?

Did you kill him? Please, please have
mercy, please have mercy on him!

What the fuck am
I supposed to do, lady?

He refuses to talk.
What am I supposed to do?

He refuses to talk to you!

Don't you ever don't feel lonely?
Far away from home.

What about your wife?

And your children.

We don't want to
hurt you, Mr. Kellogg.

But we need your help now.

If we called your wife on the
phone, would you talk to her?

You have to talk to her!

I'm praying for you, Margaret.

I'm praying for the
salvation of your soul.

We can't keep on like this.

He has to talk to her.

Shit! Are you off your walker?

How are we going to manage
to get him to a phone booth?

Do you have a better solution?

Good idea, Legs. Just bring him right
to the middle of town, well... You're mad.

Okay now, you listen to me.

We're gonna call your wife
and you're gonna talk to her.

We'll leave, you and me.
Come on.

- Come on, get up!
- Get up! Get up!

- Get up!
- Hack! I'm not coming!

Who is that bitch?
Get away from me!

- Get away from me!
- VV no! VV!

Oh my!

I didn't mean to.
I didn't want to.

Legs...

I even tried...

Hey, you're not going to die, are you?

Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ, Jesus...

It's not Jesus just going
to help you. It's us.

We have to call an ambulance.

Listen to me.
You're not going to die.

Alright. We'll help you.
Just hang on.

We fucked up. Okay, and you girls,
you need to leave now.

Go! Leave!
Come on. All of you.

You have nothing to feel guilty
about. It wasn't your idea.

You didn't participate in the kidnapping.
You can leave! You can go!

Come on.
Go! Leave!

- But Legs...
- Come on, let's go! Go!

- Legs, what about you?
- Get the hell out of here.

Don't worry about me.
Come on! Go!

Don't you get it?
It's over!

Run!

Run.

Run...

What are you still doing here?

Legs, what if the fucker croaks.
It'd be for the best, you know?

You're gonna do like I said.

- I don't need you guys. You can go.
- You know, I'm not leaving without you.

- Me, neither.
- We're finishing this together, Legs.

I already told you: He got hit in the
chest and he's bleeding pretty bad.

You need to send an ambulance.

Oldwick Road,
3 miles south from Hammond.

An old farmhouse.

With a rusty old mailbox
and with no name on it.

Never mind who's calling.
Just come get him okay.

Let's get the fuck out of here!

208 for a fine 10 miles, well 502

heading north towards Iron Bridge.
Requesting backup.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Now they're sending me down
to Quincy, New Mexico.

Oh! It's always way.

Everyone else gets nice, beautiful
places and I get seconded to backups.

Well, I tell you what. In six
months you can go to Alaska.

I've always dreamed
of going to Alaska.

Maddy?
Maddy Wirtz!

Rita!

- What are you doing here?
- Nothing in particular. I just...

I come back from time
to time for a vacation.

- Is she yours?
- Yeah.

Hello baby.
You're so beautiful.

Hello, pretty girl.

Holy shit!

You're beautiful.

Man, we did some
crazy things, didn't we?

- When you think about it...
- A home we share...

And the others?

Lana and Goldie... you know
they got caught, don't you?

Well, they left town after they
got out of prison. That's all I know.

Have you heard from Legs?

No, no no I haven't.

- Uh, have you?
- No, no not a word. No.

But I heard from Goldie and Lana,
that VV and her headed north?

Well, yeah. That's what I heard too.

You know they never found the car?

I'm convinced that Legs and VV
crossed the border into Canada.

- Really?
- Um hm.

Maddy, I got something to show you.

Not many people know about it.

Jesus, Maddy...

One night I happen to
see this in the paper,

years ago it was and
such coincidence too

because I don't read politics
and that sort of thing but

I saw this on the front
page, and I thought

"Oh, my God, it's her! "

Castro In Sierra Maestra
Jungle With Closest Allies

Maddy?

It is her, isn't it?

Well, it turns out Toni...
Remember Toni?

She saw it in the front page too.
And she recognized Legs straightaway.

Maddy?
You're awfully quiet.

It's her, isn't it?

Rita, um I just...

- I don't know.
- Well, fuck it. I know.

Maddy.
Maddy, it's me, Legs!

Maddy, come on.
Get up!

Fuck Maddy.
You gonna let me in or what?

Shhh, my mom's sleeping.

You know, I should have
believed in God and all that crap.

And the immortality of the soul.

So, see, don't believe we have...
souls and all that?

Yeah, probably we do.

But, well, it doesn't mean
we gonna last forever.

Like a flame.
It's real enough isn't it?

How it's still burning.

Even if there's a time
when it's gonna go out.