All language subtitles for The House That Screamed (1969).en

Whoa!

- This is Reposete, isn't it?
- That's right, sir.

Put our luggage in the tavern
and I'll come and pay you there.

Alright, sir.

- I hope I can hire a carriage here.
- Yes, I'm sure you will.

This is my card.
Visit me any time.

- Thank you.
- Au revoir.

Come along, dear.

Yes?

- I brought a new girl for the school.
- Right.

Whoa! Stand still there.

- May we go inside?
- Yes, sir.

Whoa! Whoa!
Back now. Whoa!

"Moliere...

"...was an absolute master...

"...was an absolute master...

"...in creating his characters.

"...in creating his characters.

"He had an inimitable gift...

"He had an inimitable gift...

"...of portraying life...

"...of portraying life...

"...in its most vivid aspects.

"...in its most..."

Mademoiselle Izzier.

You don't feel like writing
this afternoon?

No.

I don't want to.

Perhaps you're also bored
by the company of so many girls?

How would you like to live
a few days in complete seclusion?

If I remember correctly,
you already had that experience.

- Would you like to try it again?
- As you wish.

No, as you wish,
Mademoiselle Izzier.

I don't give a damn.

I doubt that.

You can doubt all you please.

Very well.

We shall see who is right.

- Mademoiselle Toupan?
- Yes, Madame?

Accompany Mademoiselle Izzier
to the seclusion room,

and then come back at once,
please.

Here is the key.

Mademoiselle Izzier?

- May I take a book with me?
- No.

No doubt I'll see you later.

Yes, we'll have a talk.

Now, where had we come to?
Oh.

"In its most vivid aspects...

"In its most vivid aspects..."

There's a gentleman with a girl
to see you.

They're waiting in the library.

Girls, Mademoiselle Desprez
will continue dictation in my place.

Mademoiselle Noel,
are you too tired to stand up?

Excuse me, please,
Madame Fourneau.

A quick paragraph work.

Right. We will continue.

Go to hell.

"Jean-Baptiste Poquelin...

"Jean-Baptiste Poquelin..."

Monsieur Baldié?

lam Madame Fourneau,
the principal of this college.

What can I do for you?

Pleasure to meet you, Madame.

I'd like to enroll Mademoiselle Gravin
as a pupil here.

Are you a relative?

No, just a... friend of the mother.

We read your advertisement
in the paper.

And a colleague of mine
recommended your establishment.

Well, I hope you like it.

- Would you care to look around?
- Madame.

This is the room for painting,
drawing, and modeling.

Three times a week,
our pupils copy from real life

in oil, aquarelle and clay.

Some of the paintings you see hanging
on the walls of this establishment...

...are the works of our pupils.

Therese?

This way, please.

I believe in healthy minds
and healthy bodies

for the girls
entrusted in my care.

This room is for music
and dancing.

Solfeggio is obligatory,
but afterwards the pupils can choose.

Piano, violin, harp,
or the Violoncello.

The barre and the mirror
are for ballet exercises.

I don't insist on them
perfecting this art,

but they must practice
one hour a day.

Besides providing them
with graceful movements,

don't forget most of our pupils
are no longer children.

It also provides them
with useful exercises

and prevents them from indulging
in morbid thoughts.

You play the piano, Mademoiselle?

I learned a little three years ago,
but I had to stop.

But you still remember
your solfeggio.

Yes, I think so.

- What's the matter?
- Huh?

Oh, nothing.

We want our girls
to be expert in gardening.

One of our pupils, Margueritte Salgren,
became an authority on the subject.

In our library
we have many of her essays

on botanical specimens.

They've been published by the...

...Academy... of Science...

Oh, it's nothing.
Just a flower pot that fell down.

It was probably the wind.
This way, please.

Our garden in springtime
is the envy of the entire neighborhood.

Naturally, we use it...

Of course, our pupils are also given
cookery lessons.

As you know, culinary art
is most important for future housewives.

There's a very cordial atmosphere
between our pupils.

Their ages vary
between 15 and 21,

but I'm sure that Mademoiselle will soon
meet good and new friends among them

and that she will soon feel
absolutely at home with us.

This is the dining room.

I could also show you the work room
and the reading room,

but I don't want to tire you.

Would you like to see
the dormitories?

No, it's not necessary.
Thank you, Madame.

How old are you, Mademoiselle?

Eighteen and a half.

Have you ever been
to boarding school?

No, Madame.

Ah. Marie?

Please take Mademoiselle... Gravin
to the dining room.

It's five o'clock, she might like
some tea and biscuits.

We'll join you there
in a few minutes.

Madame.

Shall we go into the library?

Certainly. After you, Madame.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Name of the parents, please.

Her mother's called Violet Gravin.

She's a very good friend of mine,
as I said.

I want you to know
that we're very discreet here,

particularly what concerns
the parents of the students.

So a friend of mine told me.

Monsieur Morrow, from Avignon,
who recommended you to me.

The mother of Therese only wishes
she could educate the girl all by herself.

But I'm afraid that at the moment,
she's not able to.

Well, she can stay with us
until she comes of age.

All we need to know
is the name and address

of the person
directly responsible for her,

and the sum of 300 francs per term
must always be paid in advance.

Alright.

Mother's name is Violet Gravin.

Place des Arbres, Avignon.

Avignon.

For two terms in advance.

- Would you like a receipt?
- No, it's not necessary.

This school specializes in students

whose character is, er...
shall we say, um... difficult.

And there are a few among them
who, in spite of their youth,

have not exactly led
exemplary lives.

In order to bring them back
to the right path,

I must run this establishment
with a firm hand.

Mademoiselle, would you be looking
for something?

No, nothing. Thank you.

- Have you finished your tea yet?
- Yes.

Why don't you eat the biscuits?
They're very good ones.

No, I'm not hungry.

Keep them, then.
You won't get much to eat for supper.

"Aeneas the true
made his way to the fastness

"where Apollo rules enthroned on high,
into the vast cavern beyond,

"which is the awful Sibyl's
own secluded place.

"Here the prophetic Delian God
breathes into her the spirit's visionary might,

"revealing things to come.

"They were already drawing near
to Diana's wood

"and the golden temple there.

"Daedalus, for this is the story,
had ventured his life in the sky.

"He consecrated his wings
to Phoebus Apollo,

"for whom he founded
a gigantic temple.

"On the temple gate, he pictured
the death of Androgeus,

"and lower down, the Athenians
obeying the ghastly command..."

- You want one?
- Thank you.

"...to surrender seven of their stalwart sons
as annual reparation.

"And there was the urn
from which the lots..."

- It's alright.
- "...has just been drawn.

"The island in which Kronos stands,
rising high above the sea,

"balanced the scene
on the other leaf of the gate.

"There he had depicted
the bull's brutal passion

"and Pasiphaé's secret union
with him.

"And there in the midst,
as a warning against wicked love,

"their hybrid offspring child
of two breeds, the Minotaur."

"Here was the Cretan building
in all its elaboration with..."

Enough, Mademoiselle Perry.

You're excused, Mademoiselles.

- What's your name?
- Therese Gravin.

- Did you bring much luggage?
- Everything I own.

I've run out of stockings,
can you let me have a few pairs?

- Shh.
- Oh, shut up, you.

Mademoiselles Toupan,
Fragonard and Rigot,

will you please come with me?

It's alright, she's gone.

- What's your name?
- When did you get here?

- Where are you from?
- Shh, quiet a moment! Not so loud!

Her name's Therese.

Yes, Therese Gravin from Avignon.

- Oh, do you know Marie?
- My name is Helene.

- Oh, Avignon.
- Isabelle, Claire, Cécile.

- And I'm Suzanne.
- And my name's Margueritte.

- Wait a minute.
- I'm Julie.

You'll soon get to know us.

- Can we look at your luggage?
- Yes, of course.

Come on.

Oh, this is nice!

- Can I try this?
- Yes, of course, please.

- Can I take this?
- Yes.

- Can I try this?
- Yes, of course.

Your family
has got a lot of money.

- Oh, no.
- But these things are such good quality.

- Here, thanks a lot.
- Isabelle, doesn't it suit me?

My mother gave me most of these things.
She doesn't need them.

And did this belong
to your mother?

Yes.

Well, I think it's lovely.

Will you sell it to me?

I'll give it to you.

Thank you.

And does your mother
know anything about this school?

Thanks. I think so.

Do you think your parents
will let you leave here if you want to?

- Here.
- Mm-hmm, of course.

Then you won't be staying
much longer.

Three have already escaped.

Thérese, Mademoiselle Desprez
will be here in a minute.

Get ready quickly.

Don't listen to those two.
You won't find it all that bad here.

Tomorrow,
when you see Catherine,

that is, unless they keep her another day
and night in the punishment room,

ask her what she thinks
of the place.

Who is Catherine?

A very nice girl.

Well, have you thought
about your behavior this afternoon?

Yes.

Are you ready to apologize
in front of your friends?

Mademoiselle Izzier, I'm talking to you.

Answer me.

Get up.

Get up!

You're a very bad influence
not only on your friends,

but on the other girls as well.

I will not stand
for your insolence any longer.

Why don't you throw me out?

Nothing I would like better,
but your people insist that you must stay.

This is not the first time
that I must punish you, remember?

Now, for the last time...

...will you come down with me now
and apologize in front of everybody?

Alright.

Take off your clothes.

This is an order.
Take off your clothes.

This time, you will have to do it.

As you wish. Go on.

Oh, let go!

Get your hands off me!

Oh! Let go! Oh!

Get off me, you bitches!
Get off!

Hurry up, Mademoiselles.
It's late.

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

Thou art our refuge
and our shelter.

In your protection,
we shall find peace and...

And we pray
for Thine eternal presence.

God, please protect us
with Thy own hands,

that we may not stumble
into evil.

Enough.

Enough!

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Say your prayers.

You made me do this again.

Don't you realize that I can't allow
anybody to defy me?

Not even you.

You know this, don't you?

Try to understand my position, please.

I'm sorry, Catherine.

Get some sleep.

I know I won't.

Why did you watch the new girl
and follow her around all day?

It's not true.

I saw you.

Why do you always watch the girls
and follow them around?

I know you're not a child anymore,

but you're not old enough
to think about girls.

Not yet.

I forbid you
to spy on them again.

Do you hear?

I can't afford to have a girl come to me
complaining of my own son.

Or have her parents come to see me,
and with good reason, do you understand?

Yes, Mother.

Then why do you keep on doing it?

I'm tired of saying the same thing
over and over again.

But, Mother, if I sometimes
leave my room...

Don't you understand that none
of these girls are any good?

By the time they bring them to me,
they're already marked.

If they are not...

Well, you know what I mean.

They've stolen...
or done worse things.

And then they hand them over to me
for correction.

Impossible.

In time, Louis, in time...

...you'll find the right girl.

You'll marry her.

And you will have your own home.

But these girls are poison.

You need a woman like me,

who loves you,
will take care of you...

...protect you.

You'll find her.

You'll see. You'll find her.

You'll find her.

You'll see.

Good morning, Mademoiselles.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Mademoiselle.
- Good morning, Madame.

She's not married.
She's still an old spinster.

Today, the beds will be made
by Suzanne Noel and Catherine Izzier.

But you know Catherine
is not here today.

I said today the bed should be made
by Suzanne Noel and Catherine Izzier.

But as Catherine is not here,
then you can take her place.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

Suzanne will tell you
what has to be done.

- We're ready, Mademoiselle.
- Alright.

Mademoiselles, come to breakfast now.

Not much to do, just make the beds
and open the windows.

- No sweeping?
- No.

All the rest of the cleaning
and dusting is done by Lucie.

She's a maid who works
in the kitchen as well.

Don't worry, we'll finish this
in no time.

- You got a boyfriend?
- No.

You mean, er...

...you've never been out
with a boy alone?

- No.
- Really?

- Yes, really.
- I'm glad, for your sake.

It's better for you, you won't mind
being locked up here without boys.

As for me, I can't stand it.

The rest of the bad things
aren't important.

But to go months and months, you know,
without seeing any boys.

Why, most of the girls here
are on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Every three weeks, a young man
comes to visit here.

- Here?
- That's right, here.

His name's Henry.
He delivers wood from the village.

Not much to look at, but...

Anyway, he comes to stock up
the woodshed outside.

Each time, one of us
has a chance to meet him there.

Next time, it'll be my turn.

How do you mean, your turn?

Yes, we all draw lots to see
who's going to meet him each time.

But you'd understand better why we do it
if you'd had a boyfriend before.

Oh, I understand.

I think that all the girls
who ran away

did it because they wanted to be
with their boyfriends, or find one.

And that's why the only one
who doesn't mind being here is Isabelle.

- Isabelle?
- Yes, Isabelle Delome.

She sleeps just over there.
She's a blonde, about 15.

Oh, yes, I know her.

Well, she's in love
with Madame Fourneau's son.

- Her son?
- Yes, he's on the second floor.

I suppose he's about 16
or 17 years old.

Personally, I think he's stupid.
He's a Peeping Tom as well.

He spends most of his time watching us
through any door or window he can find.

Isabelle, of course,
thinks he's terribly intelligent.

- Do you mean they meet?
- Oh, yes.

When Mademoiselle Desprez
is in charge of class,

you can always slip away.

We'll continue tomorrow.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Were you waiting long?

I came after lunch.

But you've been here
more than three hours, then?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Er... did anyone see you come in?

No, I don't think so.

I'm terribly worried
in case they find out about you.

Worried for your sake, I mean.

And I'm worried for your sake.

Is that for me?

Yes. For you.

Thank you.

One day, very soon...

...the two of us...

- ...will leave this place.
- And your mother?

I've told you again and again,
it doesn't matter.

I can't.

I can't nor want
to go on like this,

having to hide
so that we can meet all the time...

...frightened that at any moment
they might catch us.

And that...

Who is out there?

I don't know.

Right, we'll plant the seeds here.

Later on, they start shooting,
we put them into flowerpots.

- And what do I do?
- Oh, it's very easy. Like this.

Hole, another one, another one,
all at equal distances.

Then, when you finish the whole box,
you start planting.

Here are the seeds.

Put them in the holes
and you cover them up with earth.

And then cover it all
with this stuff.

- It's fertilizer.
- Fertilizer?

Yes, you know what I mean.
Well, I think you know.

I mean, it's for growing.
It turns them into plants.

What seeds are they?

Azaleas.
You know, the poisonous plant.

But they say the seeds
are as well, so be careful.

Don't believe it, Therese.

If those seeds were poisonous,
Madame Fourneau wouldn't be alive today.

I'm sure we've all put
a lot of those seeds in her supper.

- Any news of Catherine?
- Nobody knows.

When do the seeds
become plants, then?

Oh, months. During this time,
we will have to tend them,

and plant them,
and transplant them,

and water them, and water them.
and fertilize them a bit,

and then, in the end, they flower.

They flower, we cut them,
then, of course, they fade and die.

And all of this stupid waste of time
is what they call the art of gardening.

The art of gardening
is the poetry of nature.

Therese, come and see
Madame Fourneau.

- I haven't finished yet.
- It doesn't matter.

Alright.
Where can I wash?

Do it later.
She's waiting for you.

- What'd she want?
- Don't know.

But where's Madame Fourneau?

I called you.

Come in.
I'm making some tea.

Would you like some?

This morning, I left you alone
with Suzanne on purpose.

She talks a lot,

and I imagine by now that you know
how this school is run.

No.

- Didn't she talk about me?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Of course I am.

Didn't she tell you about Henry,

and about what goes on in the shed
every three weeks?

Yes, she told me that.

- So she did tell you.
- I don't understand.

I'm the one who organizes
everything around here.

Amongst others, the visits to the shed
on the day that Henry comes,

and many other things
which you'll find out soon.

Madame Fourneau doesn't like
anyone lacking in discipline,

and it's up to me
whether she finds out or not.

Have some tea.

- What have you been doing?
- I was gardening.

Wash your hands.

It depends on you whether your life
here in school will be nice or not.

I can see to it that you eat well
and that you don't have to work too hard.

I can even let you meet Henry.

All you have to do is obey me.

Obey me
in everything I tell you.

This is the third night
they've kept Catherine locked up there.

She's used to it.

- Don't go out dressed like that.
- Why? Any men around?

It's freezing.
Put something on.

Still no toilet paper.

- Good night, Mademoiselles.
- Good night.

Louis?

Louis?

Louis?

How am I going
to run this establishment

if I have to look after you?

I don't even know which girl it is,
but I'll find out.

I asked you for the last time
if anyone of you see Isabelle Delome

leave here last night,

it is better for you to tell me
all that you know now.

- I must warn you...
- The key to the punishment room.

...that anyone covering up for her

will be punished in exactly the same way
as the one who escaped.

This morning, when Mademoiselle Desprez
came to wake you,

this door was open!

Therefore, Isabelle Delome left this way.

She must have used a key or something,
and a key makes a noise.

Well, I sleep by the door,
but I heard nothing.

That's very strange,
Mademoiselle Toupan,

especially since you're the only one
with the key to the dormitory.

The keys that you gave me
were with me all the time.

It would be impossible to take them
without waking me.

Well, if any one of you thinks of following
in the footsteps of Mademoiselle Delome,

I advise her to do it very well
and very secretly.

Don't let me catch you at it,

for if I find another girl
trying to escape...

Well, you know me by now...
don't you?

Have the locks changed.
At the dormitory and at the door.

How many keys shall I get?

Three. One for me, one for you,
and one for Toupan.

You don't think Irenée Toupan
helped Isabelle to escape?

Irenée? No.

Get a carpenter.

Have every window
on the ground floor nailed down.

If they want to escape,
they will.

This is a boarding school,
not a prison.

If it isn't one,
we'll make it one.

Go to the village, please,
and see if there's any news of Isabelle.

Yes, Madame,
but it's Tuesday today.

The girls take their showers.
Who will be there?

I will.

Monsieur Bréchard, the water.

Madame, everything is ready
for you now.

Thank you.

Hurry up, girls.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Get out. You can get out.

Hurry up.

Mademoiselles, you can get out.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Mademoiselle Izzier,
what do you think you're doing?

Taking this off.

I want to really wash my back
for a change.

I think you know why.

Does it bother you?

No.

Mademoiselles, you can come out.

Mademoiselle Gravin?

Mademoiselle Gravin!

That will do. You can come out
from under the shower.

Yes, Madame.

Mademoiselle?

Mademoiselle, please.

Mademoiselle, come here.

I'm locked in the passage
from the boiler room.

Mademoiselle, help me.

Help me.

What are you doing, Therese?

What do you do in the boiler room
almost every afternoon?

- I've seen you go in there several times.
- But you've seen me there?

One of the things that Madame Fourneau
resents most

is any one of us talking to her son.

Didn't you know?

All three of us can swear
that Louis and you

have locked yourselves in there
alone quite a few times.

We want to talk to you later.

After the music class,
we'll expect you in the dining room.

And if you're not there,
we'll have to talk to Madame Fourneau.

Alright, let's go then.

The woodman's just arrived.

- You want a hand?
- No, I can manage.

When I've finish unloading,

I'll give you a shout
and you can lock up the shed.

- Mmm. Very well.
- Alright.

Needle work can be very beautiful,

especially when you learn
how to mix the colors.

It's almost like painting.

Excuse me, Madame Fourneau,
but an hour ago, in our cookery class,

we used up some apples
to make a stew.

We left it on the stove.

So, I wonder, could one of us
possibly go and check it?

Yes, of course, you can go.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'd rather finish this.

Could I send... Suzanne?

Alright.
You can go, Mademoiselle Noel.

Yes, Madame.

Well, how's it going?

Oh, it's alright,
but it's not ready.

Have they put you in charge?

I'm in charge of everything today.

Cooking, then the gardening,
and the greenhouse as well.

Keep an eye on this a moment,
would you?

I must go over
and check the greenhouse.

- Alright, but don't overdo it.
- Thank you.

We're not supposed to help you girls
with your cooking, you know?

Yes, yes. Thank you.

What are you looking at,
Mademoiselle Chausson?

Er... nothing at all, Madame.

Just taking a rest from sewing.

Me again.
Do you mind?

Mademoiselles.

Mademoiselles.

Finished for today.

- Louis.
- Yes, Mother?

What were you doing
in the garden?

I needed some fresh air.

Well, as the girls
were having their music lesson,

I thought it would be alright.

Now?
It's much too damp for you.

Come inside.

You know you have to be careful.

- But I am careful, Mother.
- No, you're not.

You read until all hours.
You don't sleep enough.

- You don't eat enough.
- But, Mother, I'm not hungry.

How am I going to run
this establishment

if I have to look after you
all the time?

You know you're not like ordinary boys,
you've always been sick.

Remember your asthma?

And now, your chest.

I know it's hard for you
to be always indoors,

but it's absolutely necessary.

The doctor said so.
It's either that or the hospital.

Yes, Mother.

Oh, I would love to send you to college
to be with boys of your own age.

But at the time,
it's absolutely impossible.

I know, Mother. I know.

More than anything
in the world, Louis,

I would love you to lead
a normal life.

But you must help me.

And above all,
I would like to trust you.

But why do you say that, Mother?

I always do
whatever you ask me to.

Really?

I know you meet one of the girls
nearly every afternoon.

It's not true.

You've been seen.

- By whom?
- Never mind by whom.

I don't even know
which girl it is.

But I'll find out.

Why, I should really
send you away, you know.

But there's isn't a school
that would accept you

in your present state of health,
so I have to keep you here.

Louis, I've told you
a hundred times,

none of these girls
is any good to you.

You need a woman like me,

who loves you
and takes care of you.

Now, promise,

you'll never see
that girl again, ever.

I promise.

Thank you.

Thank you, Louis.

You'll see, the day will come,

not so long now,

when you'll meet the right girl,

and you will fall in love
with her.

The kind of girl I used to be.

Can you see?

Strong, capable.

And she'll live for you
the way I live for you.

And she'll love you
the way I love you.

Right.

- Are we going to the kitchen?
- No.

- Well, where, then?
- You'll see.

- But where?
- You'll see.

Why lock it?

Who's in there?

Come in.

Go on, then.

- Was she late?
- No.

She came to the dining room
as soon as the lesson finished.

That's good, Therese.

I like order and punctuality.

Come in.

This afternoon after needle work,
I spoke to Madame Fourneau,

and I told her that her son often goes
to the boiler room to meet someone.

Don't worry, Therese.
I didn't say it was you.

I just said it was one of the girls.

But I haven't found out yet
which one.

It will depend on you
whether I do tell her or not.

Come in, Therese, dear.
Come in.

You should've seen Madame's reaction.

She said she's going to expel the girl
after writing to the father.

By the way, Therese,
you haven't a father, have you?

Therese, dear,
I asked you a question!

Have you or not?

No.

My father's dead.

Are you sure?

- Yes.
- You're lying.

My mo... my mother has a photograph.
It's a very old one.

But that could be anybody's.

You've got your mother's name,
haven't you?

Well, have you or not?

Yes.

In Madame's office,
there's a register of all the girls.

And as I'm in charge of the correspondence,
I get to know a lot of things.

So don't try and deceive me,
Therese, dear.

Make us some tea.

What does your mother do?

Thérese, we want to get to know you,
and get to know all about your family.

Do you understand?

- Yes.
- Your mother works?

- Yes.
- What as?

Er... well, she sings.

Oh, a singer?

- Yes.
- Opera?

- No.
- Where does she sing, Thérése?

Um...

Er... in Avignon.

Oh. How interesting.

Bring us the tea.

So your mother works in Avignon.

But that's a town.

In which theater or concert hall
does she sing?

I said, in which theater?

In...

In the Tivoli.

The Tivoli?

But that's a music hall
or something worse.

What is the Tivoli, Therese, dear?

What is the Tivoli, Therese?

It's a cabaret.

A cabaret?

But those places
are only for prostitutes.

Is your mother one?

Therese.

I'm asking if your mother
is a prostitute.

Don't, no! No, she isn't!

- I think she is.
- No! She's a singer, that's all.

- Your mother's a prostitute.
- No!

Like all the women
who go to those kind of places, don't deny it.

- No, I promise!
- She is, she is! I think she is.

Don't tell me lies.
Your mother's a prostitute.

No, she isn't! She isn't!

Don't talk nonsense,
because I know very well.

Your mother, Mademoiselle,
is an honest lady!

All she does is sing,
sing for the gentlemen who come to see her.

And to sing, she wears
these sort of clothes, right?

Yes, I think this
is your mother's, isn't it?

Of course, it is.
I found it in your trunk.

It's just like the one
you gave Hélene.

It was really a theatrical costume.
Now, put it on.

- No!
- Put it on!

No, I won't! I won't!

You wouldn't like Madame to find out
it's you who sees her son in the afternoon.

And all the girls will know
what kind of work your mother does.

- Now, put it on.
- No! No!

- You will put it on.
- No! No!

Please!

Oh, please!

We've never been to a cabaret.

And we'd love to know
what goes on in there.

That's why you're going to sing a song
from your mother's repertoire.

- Do you know any?
- No.

And your mother
never rehearsed her songs?

And your mother never sang
any of them at home?

I'm sure you remember
some of them.

Or some of the words, at least.

Come, sing a little,
and then we'll leave.

Sing, Therese.

Sing.

Sing!

J‘ This is the moment I know...

Louder, Therese, louder.

J‘ This is the moment I know...

We still can't hear you.
Louder and smile.

- J‘ The moment I know...
- No, Therese. Louder, Therese.

J‘ There's a moment I know...

Therese, smile, Thérese.
And come on, sing louder.

- J‘ This moment...
- Now, come on, Therese, sing.

Sing, Therese. Sing, Therese.

- J‘ Moment...
- That isn't singing. Sing!

Better. That's better.
It's coming, Thérése.

Well done.
Now, smile more.

No, smile more.
And now, louder.

J‘ This is the moment I know...

Better, Therese, better.
Come on, smile like your mother.

J“ Moment I know...

I'm sure that your mother smiles
much more than that,

- now doesn't she?
- J‘ Moment I know...

Smile! Come on, smile.

Smile more.
Smile and sing louder.

Come on, louder.

No, I can't. No, I can't!

I can't hear you. Louder.

Now, sing louder, and smile.

- No, I can't.
- Smile, Therese.

Smile. Smile. Smile!

- No, I can't! I can't!
- Yes, you can.

- No, I can't!
- Yes, you can!

More, more!
Sing, sing!

Yes, you can!

- Sing!
- No, no. I can't. I can't.

We'd better be going.

Alright, Therese.
Get dressed.

Tomorrow, we'll go on, alright?

"So, they gave away, piece by piece,
everything they owned to the people.

"Hearing about this,
Lucia's betrothed was furious,

"and complained
to the Consul Pascasio,

"saying that Lucia was a Christian

"and was not obeying
the imperial laws.

"Pascasio, having sent
for the young girl to appear,

"reproached her for having
wasted away her dowry."

Anything wrong?

- "And demanded that she should..."
- No.

"...offer sacrifices to the Gods."

What's the matter?

I'm leaving.

I must get away from here.

- I came to say goodbye.
- Come in.

You're going? Where to?

Any place I can think of.

- Anywhere but here.
- Why?

- It's not important.
- Did my mother do something?

No, but she knows
we see each other.

She knows I see one of the girls,
but not which one.

She'll know soon enough,

but that's not the only reason
I'm running away.

Well, why, then?

Because today...

It's nothing.

I don't want you to leave.

You're the only friend
I ever had.

You know that.

I shall miss you.

I'll miss you.

Here, it isn't much,
but you may need it.

Thank you.
I promise I'll return it.

It's going to be very difficult
for me to get out of here.

Yes. As several girls
have already escaped,

Mother ordered all the doors
to be double-locked.

Yes, I know that.

But if I can get into the garden
through one of the dining room windows,

then perhaps I can climb the wall.

You won't be able to.

It's very high, and the gardener
cut down all the creepers on purpose.

Try to climb the iron gate.

Yes, alright.

Goodbye, Louis, and thank you.

What are you doing here?

To climb the wall without a ladder?
It's impossible.

But perhaps
there's some loose bricks

or some cracks in the wall
she might have used.

No, Madame.
Over the main gate.

That's the only way out.

She did not leave by the gate.

Very well. Thank you.

Bréchard, nail down every window
in the dining room.

Yes, alright, Madame.

Therese never left this house.

Don't be absurd, Irenée.

Last night, I was constantly
by the gate.

I was watching the house
all the time.

Therese never left it.

Perhaps she, er... she left
before you even reached the gate.

I don't think so.

Everything seems very strange, Madame.

What do you mean by strange?

I'm thinking of the broken window,
and the light I saw in the dining room,

and the wet patch on the floor.

Five girls have disappeared
in less than four months.

Therese is the fifth.

In every reformatory or boarding school,
girls are always running away.

Yes, but in time,
one hears from them,

their parents write
or bring them back,

but I'm in charge
of the correspondence here,

and we've never heard
from any of these girls again.

Well, perhaps they got home

and... their parents
just never bother to write.

Well, then why didn't you write to them
to let them know what has happened?

Are you telling me
what I'm supposed to do?

I am telling you
that strange things happen here.

You and I know about them.

It was you who taught me.

But there are other things
that I cannot and shall not tolerate.

What are you talking about?

- I don't know, Madame.
- One...

- I really don't know.
- ...three, four.

All I can say is that I'm leaving.

You're staying, Mademoiselle Toupan.

- Nine, ten.
- How will you stop me?

You'll find out.

I don't think it's wise for you
to force me to stay here.

Remember that I know many things
about you and your methods of teaching.

Whatever I do here is no different
from what is done in any other school.

Are you sure, Madame?

Your keys.

"Virgil shows
an exquisite sensitivity...

"Virgil shows
an exquisite sensitivity...

"...in portraying his characters...

"...in portraying his characters...

"...who are profoundly human.

"...who..."

- Mademoiselle Izzier.
- Yes?

If...

Nothing.

Continue.

"Profoundly human." Er...

"The-the Romans considered the...

"The Romans considered the 'Aeneid',

"the-the 'Aeneid'... as a...

"The Romans considered..."

Pies and cakes need
lots of strength and patience,

just like children.

I remember my mother used to say
the harder you beat the pastry

before you put the pie in the oven,
the softer it would be in the end.

Let's see. You'll have
a lot more work to do yet.

How about yours? Very good.
You can go upstairs.

Keep on going.

Knead the pastry gently but firmly
to get the best results.

Once the pie is in the oven,

it's very important to keep the heat inside
at a constant temperature.

Otherwise, the pastry will be heavy.

The baking time can only be learned
by experience

because we can't see
what's going on in the oven.

If we could see,
life would be much easier.

It's all packed. What shall I do
with the drawings?

- Burn them.
- How about the kitchen window?

It's easy to open.

Do you remember
if this door has a key?

- No, I think it's lost.
- And the kitchen?

- No, never.
- Good.

- Are you going to escape today?
- If I can.

Let's see.

Very nice. Very nice.

Well?

Oh, you could do better than that.
Pay more attention.

Not bad.

Let's see.

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

For what we are about to receive,
may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Listen to our hearts
in a state of purity and peace

so that when the time comes,

we may prepare to join you
in the kingdom of heaven.

Good night, Mademoiselles.

Good night, Mademoiselle.

Come in.

They're all in bed now, Madame.
Is there anything more?

Good.
Did you look all the doors?

Yes, Madame.

Well, then you can go to bed now.

- Sophie?
- Madame?

I would like to talk to Toupan.
Is she already asleep?

I don't think so.
I've just put the lights out.

Please...

...tell her to come
and talk to me.

And, er...

You can go to bed now.

Yes, Madame.

And put out the lights, please.

Yes, Madame.
Sleep well, Madame.

Good night.

Mademoiselle Toupan?

What's the matter?

Go downstairs for a moment.

Madame Fourneau
wants to talk to you.

- Why are you dressing, Mademoiselle?
- I'm feeling cold.

You've got your keys?

Yes, of course.

Alright.

Until tomorrow, then.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Mademoiselle Toupan?

Jaqueline? Jaqueline?

Andrée? Andrée?

Andrée?

Andrée, please.

Irenée?

Irenée!

What happened?
Irenée!

Child, what...

What happened to you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Mama.

I'm so glad you've come.

Come in.

I was just going to call you.

Look, there she is.

Only the hands were missing.

Irenée had the same hands as yours,
slim, but strong.

Look, I took the dress
some time ago,

when I decided to make a girl
like you.

A girl for me.

Now she's got everything.

Blonde hair like yours.

The same eyes.

Isabelle had almost
the same eyes as yours.

You always said I'd have a...
have a girl like you when you were young.

And now, I've got her.

Do you see?

Louis!

Now you must teach her
to take care of me the way you do...

...and love me
as you've always loved me.

Louis!

Louis!

Talk to her, Mother.

Talk to her.

Talk to her.

Talk to her.

Louis!

Louis!

Louis!