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THE HIVE
Is she up?
I think so.
Hey, my uglies. Sleep well?
Yep! - Morning, Mom.
Don't forget to water them, OK?
Here. - Thank you, sweetie.
Louise, flush the fucking toilet!
Loulou?
Got your swimming things?
Swimsuit, second pile.
Claire!
Hurry up, we're gonna miss the bus.
Mom, you have to go talk to Dad about Brazil.
I don't know if I'll have time.
I'm busy. This place is a tip.
What's this thing with Dad?
My job at the restaurant won't be enough.
Your dad's going to help her.
Claire don't eat so fast, it's disgusting.
Get off my back. - I'm ready, what're you doing?
Disgusting.
Bye, my uglies, have a good day.
Later! - Bye!
Loulou!
Fancy coming for an ice cream?
I have lessons, Mom.
What lessons? - Math, I think.
Do we care about that?
C'mon, a nice little ice cream.
Come on, everyone get in line.
D'you think she can have children?
Marion!
Do my eyes look OK?
No, it shows.
Where were you? We've been waiting an hour!
I had my interview at the restaurant.
I have nothing to wear. It's all old stuff.
That's tacky, that's too small...
That's pathetic, right? I have nothing!
Nothing!
This? Help!
He'll be here soon and I have nothing to wear!
Who? - An accountant guy.
D'you know this guy?
We're going to a spa for the weekend. Look after Loulou.
I have plans. - Me too.
Wait for it... One, two, three...
Mom... - Where are your good shoes?
Can't be bothered. - These ones?
Or the white ones. - No, not black.
Don't you want to try this? - No.
Why not?
It's vile. Your dad gave it to me.
I don't know what he was thinking.
It's a slutty dress.
How about this? - Stop moving.
Suitable for an accountant? - Not exactly...
More, "Little House on the Prairie".
I look womanly, right? - No, sort of "Heidi".
"Good evening, Damien. Turkish bath or jacuzzi?"
Knock it off. - Not working, huh?
Mom, you look... - Quit laughing!
Help me! - That's not how it goes.
I don't know if he'll fall for this. - Let me see.
The gold one looked good...
OK. Right, girls...
Eat your lasagne, tidy the living room
and don't be late in bed, Loulou.
Goodnight, my uglies.
Have a good time!
Know the ball dance? - Go, Marion!
The ball dance...
Jeez!
Lionel Messi!
Different style!
Way to go, dude.
Can you turn it up? - Who's in charge of the speakers?
Way to go!
Radio Samir!
Welcome to Radio Samir!
Pleased to meet you. It's hot!
We're sweating hard.
Wanna play?
Sorry, I've gotta tidy up.
I'm feeling rough.
Look at this.
When are you leaving for Brazil?
End of August.
Shut it.
Dammit, Marion! Shut it!
Look, it's Dad with his new chick.
Jeez!
What a jerk.
D'you think Mom's seen them?
Who is this bitch?
She's really disgusting.
You have to write to Dad.
I want him to remove the pics.
I don't want Louise to see them.
Talking about me?
Lou, quit listening behind doors.
I didn't need to listen behind doors last night.
My room's right next to yours.
What d'you mean by that?
What? With Samir?
Can I get a private life here? - Nope.
Tell me! - I was woken up by...
Nothing happened. He was too tired, he slept on the couch.
Maybe at the end,, but in the beginning...
I was right next door.
Marion, want me to talk about the end?
I was sleeping, dammit!
Stop it! Stop! Ok, OK.
Mom...
Got any smokes? - No.
Pass me the cloth.
Come on, Lou, move it.
Jeez, it's filthy.
Shall I empty the ashtray? - Louise.
Leffe Blonde?
This is for you.
There you go.
It's all dried out.
See, Lou? You mustn't forget.
Mom... - Yes?
Can I have Marion's room when she goes to Brazil?
Hang fire, she's not gone yet.
Could I do that too?
Do what?
Take a fab year, when I'm older?
It's a "gap" year, darling, not a "fab" year.
Why d'you ask?
D'you want to leave too?
Claire?
Lou?
Shall we get cleaned up?
It's endless.
It'll never go away.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, darling.
Mom left a note.
What does it say?
"I went to St. Joseph hospital during the night.
I called your father and told him to shoulder his responsabilites.
He's coming to take care of you.
The divorce can wait.
I gave you lots of kisses while you were sleeping.
Don't come to see me straight away. I'll tell you when.
I love you so big."
She said she'd never go back to hospital.
You knew it wasn't true.
C'mon, time for breakfast.
Did she leave any money?
Not much.
Coming?
He has no business being here.
He can drop his visa card in the mailbox. Basta.
Lou...
we all need to be on the same page.
Press "play".
No, he's got a shell, he's first.
Ouch, that stings.
I have lots of coins. - I got the booster.
You have what?
My power.
Is this the decisive moment?
Girls, it's me.
Open up.
Girls...
We're here but we don't want you to come in.
You have no business here.
Quit messing around. - We just need your bank card.
I'm your father, I have the right to see you.
I want to know how you are. - You have no business here.
Lou...
Open up!
Let go of me!
What's going on?
Here.
I've had no news of you in months.
So what?
Tell me...
what am I to you? A bank?
Is that what I am?
Come on.
Come here.
What're you doing for the holidays?
Marion's going to Brazil at the end of summer.
She is?
I didn't know.
Unbelievable!
You wanted to leave without saying goodbye?
You really believe I don't care about you?
Come on! Pack a bag.
We're leaving.
I'm going to take you somewhere.
I want to be with you, but not here. - We can't.
Why not?
Will your new woman be there?
Did your mother tell you to act like this?
OK...
I'll take care of this, don't worry.
Right then...
I can be here whenever you want.
OK?
What are you doing? - Leaving.
That's not yours.
I don't want you to get any ideas,
but I'd like to come to Brazil with you.
Got nothing to say?
Good evening. Who's that?
My sister. - Your sister?
Hello, sister. - Hello, madam.
I'm Stéphane, by the way. C'mon you, move it.
I can do what I did earlier. - You'd like that, huh?
I don't feel like it.
You're acting crazy.
You'll wake everyone up. - My sis!
Oh, the sister. I want a little kiss too.
A kiss? - Not from you.
I'm Stéphane, if ever...
I have the same desk at home.
Bye.
I want one too. - Your sister's no fun.
If ever... I dunno if I said, but my name's Stéphane.
Have a good evening. Bye.
Have a good evening. - Beat it.
Is that Stéphane?
Lou's here, for god's sake!
Stay right here. We'll sleep together.
Want me to get him back for a threesome?
God, you're disgusting.
You all right, Mom?
Drink some water. - Huh?
Drink some water.
Quit staring at me with those bulging eyes.
Go fuck yourself.
Lousy.
Talk louder.
Accent! - What?
You won't be all alone.
Claire will be here.
But Claire's not next door. I won't be hearing any more...
shouting.
You won't hear me singing in the morning anymore.
I won't hear you shouting anymore.
You can have my room.
For real?
But you'll have to get it before Claire does.
I suggest we move some of your stuff now.
In here? To get a foot in?
I'll leave you my double bed.
Hi there, my darling girl.
I'll take your case. - Thanks.
My uglies!
It's so good to see you!
On form?
Right, is this place tidy?
Give me that, sweetie.
Claire, you made your bed. Incredible!
Loulou, almost.
Not bad. A little grimy, but it'll do.
The kitchen is perfect.
I'm glad to be here.
My uglies,
I have a big announcement.
We're going on a trip.
The four of us. Far away from here.
All four of us! - Where are we going?
To South America.
I'll explain. I saw a documentary about Chile
and I remembered that I have a childhood friend
who went to live over there
who married a guy in Santiago,
Pedro.
So we have a reliable contact there.
This way, Marion, you can go to Brazil from there.
I leave in three weeks.
No matter. Cancel your ticket, I'll pay you back.
So why not
start a new life? Let's treat ourselves.
And we...
we start afresh...
We'll be
discovering a different life, new people,
a new language.
For how long? - Six months.
We won't be bored. There's so much to do.
Yeah, but what if we want to come back?
We'll stay six months, then take it from there.
How do we pay?
We'll sell this dusty old flat.
We won't keep it all our lives.
Why are you laughing? - 'Cos you're...
No, it's great.
Here, my prescription. Will you collect it for me?
I really think this trip will be great for us.
She's delirious, right?
She's gonna come down.
Wait, don't move. - What?
Fuck.
When do I tell her I'm not going?
Look at the pillow cases. That won't do.
They're ugly.
These aren't flats.
Yes, they are. - I saw one yesterday. I can't find it.
A sweet little house with a bougainvillea in front.
It's in Santiago, just in front of the orphanage.
Don't eat too much, sweetie!
Look at your sister.
The orphanage will be great, with all the kids.
You're never bored, you don't have time to think.
Look at that.
A terrace overlooking the sea. That's cool!
And a pool. - Yeah.
What's going on?
You're the one we should be asking.
You could have told him that we're leaving.
It's not good to lie.
Or d'you take me for a fool?
You, call your sister. The one who's never here.
Tell her to get back here.
Plants are amazing, huh?
You think they're dead, but no.
They always have a second life.
They're much tougher than we are.
Even when you think there's nothing left,
the little roots under the soil, pull themselves together,
build up their strength
and start to grow again. Crazy, huh?
What will happen to all this when we're gone?
See?
We've thrown everything out.
Shocked?
I feel light as a feather.
I want to empty your rooms this weekend.
Call Claire. I've asked her over and again.
Marion! Wake up. We're leaving.
I'm going to buy the tickets.
Help us.
Don't just stand there.
You have to talk to Claire. She's away for the weekend.
What are you doing? - Get some trash bags.
Get all this the hell out of here!
Maybe then she'll understand we're leaving!
Stop it! - What does she think?
We're a family! Did she forget that?
And me? What am I to her?
Come on, we have to get rid of all this.
Shove it in bags, I don't want to see it anymore.
Not a single thing!
We'll stuff it all in the basement.
Claire will be back.
She's not well right now. - Stop it!
Stop defending her all the time.
How many times have I told you to call her?
And you're just the same.
I can tell you're hiding something.
Come on, now.
Help me.
Open the fucking door!
Open up!
You're out of your mind!
Who the fuck are you? - Nice to meet you.
These your things? - Yeah.
Beat it. Get out.
Out! - OK!
Catch you next time.
Know what's happening while you get wasted?
I don't give a fuck. Get that?
Not a fuck. See what she did to my stuff?
Poor little sis, couldn't protect her mommy.
I'll protect you. - Get off me!
Are you gonna cry?
What're you doing? - What does it look like?
I'm leaving, I don't want to see you anymore.
Let go! Let me leave, dammit!
Goddammit!
I'm sorry.
I beg you!
We're suffocating.
We're suffocating, Marion.
There's nothing left.
We need to do some shopping.
Ask Claire to do it. - She doesn't pick up.
Open the window! It stinks of smoke.
Do it yourself!
You have two hands!
Fuck it!
This is your mess I'm cleaning up!
I've been tidying yours up for 20 years.
Yeah, right.
Fuck it!
Beat it, I'm fine.
Go!
It's OK, it's not deep.
There, hold it like that.
Did you have a bad night too?
Want to tell me about it?
What the fuck is up with you, Marion?
What is your problem?
You don't want us to party?
I don't care about that. - So what is it?
You have to talk to Claire. She does fuck all.
But you're in charge of your life, huh?
With your little job.
I'm so sick of looking after you all the time.
Besides, who cares? We're leaving.
Come on.
We'll get packed.
Could you open, please?
Your mother's been transferred to a station in the city center.
She became violent when your sister refused to go through security.
So she's been detained. That's procedure.
What the fuck's going on, Marion?
What? You want to go away? All four of you?
Has your mother acted out like this before?
There's a question!
He's just said it all. - Don't you see what's happening?
She just doesn't see. - I'm talking to her.
Sometimes she's fragile.
Not fragile, Marion. She's sick.
It's different. She needs help.
You must be Claire. - Yes.
Your father could have filed for attempted abduction, but he won't.
If she's calm, she'll be out tomorrow.
Louise stays with me.
Are we done?
Can we go? - Yes.
Sir! - Listen to me.
Sir, please! - Let go!
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm sorry, madam.
Marion!
Sorry, it's my fault.
Don't say that.
Go on, off you go.
Where's Louise?
Dad'll bring her home tomorrow.
He's worried, you should call him.
I'll put this one here? - Oh, yeah!
I'll put the butter in for you.
Like this. - Then I pour it in?
Go ahead.
Perfect.
Nice and round, not like your squares.
Not too thick.
This OK?
No, no, I swear.
Go on, Lou!
No!
Molecular cuisine is too fussy for me.
I'm more intuitive.
Yeah.
We start off with something delicious.
We made brunch for you.
Everything you like.
Everything yellow and white, your sad colors.
Coming?
Mom, you get a tortoise pancake.
Girls...
Thank you.
Want some?
No, thanks.
You've never tasted it.
There you go. Tell me what you think.
We can't trust you to weigh things.
That's just the way I do things.
It's good. - Marion?
Let me taste.
Not bad. - Aw, c'mon.
She loves it.
She did the easy one. Chocolate pancake.
Remember our vacation in Crete?
You were four, Louise.
All five of us were there.
I remember one day, we were walking on rocks
to reach a little creek,
and even though we were careful,
you were so excited, Loulou,
and you stepped on a rock that moved and fell down.
You cried a lot.
You said your shoulder hurt.
Then you calmed down.
The following week...
you'd say from time to time your arm was sore.
We said you were being soft.
Later...
back home, you were still complaining.
So we took you for an X-ray.
And you had broken your collarbone.
You'd been like that all week.
Only complaining from time to time.
I don't know if...
if you realize...
but you are rocks.
Subtitling: Tongues Untied