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When I was born, the midwife said, "It's a girl!"
"Can't be," groused my mother. "I was on a boy diet."
Everybody cried, except me.
To console my sisters, my mother said,
"Too bad. We'll get used to her vertical smile."
She wanted a little brother for my big brother.
At playtime, it's more practical.
She was devoted to her fragile son.
He nearly died at age 2,
and she waited until I was school-age to enroll him too.
After elementary school, I was a year ahead.
He was a year behind. So we were home-schooled.
You moron!
Moron yourself!
That year,
Dad got it into his head to hand down his great passion.
Come on...
You're drippy!
One year on, my brother's results were catastrophic.
Don't be scared. Falling off's no big deal.
They sent him to the Jesuits, then to the US
to learn English.
Wonderful, Cassandre.
Wonderful!
And I went to a military school to get the best possible education.
Arise, children of our homeland!
The day of glory has arrived
Against us stands tyranny
With its bloody standard raised
Do you hear across the meadows
The roar of those fearsome soldiers?
They advance into our midst
To slit the throats of your sons and consorts
Take up arms, citizens!
Make up your battalions!
Let's march! Let's march!
So impure blood...
- Thanks for the lift. - Enjoy the vacation, 1002!
I should've known, my vertical smile wouldn't have the last laugh.
I'm home!
I'm hungry!
Set the table!
My name's Cassandre Mariam David.
Cassandre,
for my father's first unrequited love.
Mariam, for the woman he married in Africa to avoid STIs.
David, for my dead uncle, chosen for the boy they were expecting.
Set the table!
Philiphil is back from Philadelphia.
So you nearly got expelled?
He's back, it's Philiphil.
He's back, it's Philiphil
Bae, bring it on
Imma warmin' up
Loot the roost when they gone
Sis, like I care,
I tag all their dogma
Now I take pics dedicated to Bill Clinton
Mom bought you all this?
Her blue-eyed boy.
Philiphil, light the flame
You shot up in one year.
I wrote this text to...
Age 6, he wrote a love letter.
The girl showed it to the class. Major trauma.
He developed allergies to dust mites and cat hair.
And always wanted us to play mommy and daddy.
Gotta set the table.
Look! It's Aunt Albertine.
"Hello, Cassandre!"
Aunt Albertine's prettier.
My mother hates cooking and eating.
And the obese!
Non-stop shitters! An environmental disaster!
She was a student activist and occasional nude model.
Feminist, anarchist and antimilitarist,
she planned a world tour in a VW Kombi.
Then, at age 23, she met my father.
They married five months later.
Because I wasn't ashamed of her and we were great in bed.
He's had his own room for 15 years and says love is only in films.
A reproduction strategy for the survival of the species.
As a boy, he dreamed of being an illustrator or horseman.
Asshole!
Then he joined the army.
After a long-term illness and 8 years of therapy,
he claims to be a misunderstood genius.
It hurts to be 30 years ahead of one's time.
Yummy soup! No pesticide and homegrown tomatoes.
Dad had a spat. No riding for you at the barracks.
I signed you up nearby.
Mom signed you up for driving lessons.
Kindly get a haircut and an apprenticeship
to pay for your lessons.
And so began the summer of 1998.
I was 14, and my brother going on 18.
CASSANDRE
or The Spiral of Shadows
One...
two...
three...
Getting closer. 1 km away.
Give me a break.
Let go of me!
Can you do 3 lengths underwater?
Bet?
I show you a survival hack to help you.
On your marks...
Set...
Go!
Your hack's useless.
It's your fault for laughing.
Make a seal and breathe in.
It sucks!
I'm cold, I'm getting out.
Traitor! Abandoning me!
Hairy!
Don't.
Sleeping in your panties is icky. It has to breathe.
Your thing'll become a nest of infection.
I never wear panties under a skirt.
Even in town.
Hot day ahead. Close the shutters.
Perfect, lost 300 grams. I can eat!
Dry yourself off after the pool. You drip everywhere.
Pain in the ass!
Remember the way. Afterwards, you bike it.
Muscle up those calves.
- 8 kilometers. - How much is that now?
46 cents, my dear. Inflation.
In the first few minutes, make your mark
A good horseman can ride any horse, even bad clubs' nags.
Go.
Hello.
Hey.
Where's the instructor?
Coach, you mean.
In the arena.
You're the newbie?
Where'd you ride before?
The Cavalry Instruction Barracks.
On Republican Guard horses.
Here, protection for when we jump.
Shoot.
Rest of the time, they're not shod and outdoors.
Next year, I'm doing Level 7 at my military high school.
You'll see, it's laidback here.
And this is Orion.
Fred's a sweetie.
- He shouts a lot? - My dad?
- Never. - Ever since I was born.
It really works, though.
So you surpass yourself.
My instructor's yelling helped me improve super fast.
I got Level 6 in three years.
Walking, everybody.
Keep the reins long, no stirrups.
Shut your eyes.
You're Cassandre?
Okay? Finding your feet?
Legs, pelvis, diaphragm relaxed.
Jaw unclenched.
Connect with your horse's breathing.
Good, nice and loose.
Cassandre, soft hands.
Don't shut him in.
Aim for relaxation. Breathe!
Feels like you're underwater.
Wanna play? Even it up!
Well?
Met some hot, muddy hunks?
No.
The delightful smell of manure!
Find a rich husband to pay for your riding. It's pricey.
No husband, no kids.
We'll talk when you're ready for action.
You'll find a stallion to put a bun in your oven.
Here, mom.
Thanks.
Not too soon. They're at least 5mm long.
Imagine you fall off, you're rushed to the hospital,
and all the medics see those hairs. Awkward!
Let me remind you, the aim of Go is to capture territory.
Unlike chess, which is about taking power.
I know.
So why put your stone there?
Conceal your strategy.
Consolidate, anticipate.
That hurts!
Don't be soft!
You want an epidural too?
More hoo-ha than my mother.
To think her folks died under German bombs,
and at age 15,
she flirts with her guardian,
and boom, knocked up!
Just imagine.
The guardian's old lady,
lumbered with seven orphans,
oldest knocked up and youngest 3 months old.
Lucky my dad was passing through.
So nice of him to marry my mother...
See my stone? Place it right, it's all-powerful.
It can live, kill, run, build.
Hit where it hurts, die for the cause!
It has character and skills. Unlike some.
Heavens above!
Dad was so nice when mom's little sisters rocked up at the start of the war.
He took care of my aunts.
Mom took care of us, but he was way nicer.
Gently waking them,
taking them to school,
picking them up,
tucking them in.
Even deflowered Auntie Dédée to teach her.
Such a kind man.
Everybody loved him.
Nothing like my bitchy mother,
who chased us with scissors to gouge our eyes out.
If I have two eyes,
you can't kill me.
And I crush you.
Risk move 2...
Reduce
the potential
of your opponent.
There, job done!
Come and touch!
So soft!
Hold on, your bikini line!
I wasn't done.
Her bikini line.
Shit!
- Colonel Martin. - I made it.
- Perfect. Big kiss. - Big kiss, dad.
C'mon!
Take it easy.
Why bother with this? He ignores me.
Not the other way round?
Up there, there's an urge to dominate.
On foot, change of perspective, right?
He's a survivor of bullfighting.
Put pressure on him, he loses it.
Listen to him.
Respect him.
Or else he can't cooperate.
Breathe.
There you go.
Wanna help take hay to the ponies?
Welcome to my pumpkin!
The groom isn't here?
On vacation.
You ever drive?
With my father, an automatic.
Look, press hard with your foot on the clutch here.
Put it in gear here,
gradually raise your left foot and your right hits the accelerator.
Go on.
Shift gear.
Perfect. Release it.
Great!
Clutch...
Let's go!
Hit it! Pedal to the metal!
Perfect!
That's it.
- Colonel Martin. - Dad, it's me.
Actually...
A horse escaped just as I was leaving, and I helped catch him.
So I'm only leaving the club now.
I'll be home around 11:58. I'll step on it.
We never met your cousin Rosalie?
No, last time I saw her was when she moved in with my mother.
I was jealous...
Sorry.
Her affair with her half-brother gave her a son.
Bummer for the husband, banger for her.
Better dipping his wick elsewhere.
Anyway...
Rosalie moved out.
We dropped off resumés at all the local hotels,
and Philippe drove wonderfully.
Having never worked,
you think a resumé will land him a job?
Let him stand on his own two feet. He's nearly 18.
Let me remind you, I had a job when I met you.
Before you were posted here, too.
I gave up work, and you made me a housewife.
In 95% of couples, an agreed concession becomes a mutual constraint.
In the other 5%,
it may be proof of love,
but if you don't believe in that, a bonus at best.
I do groceries, run the house...
and had your 4 kids!
I should point out mathematics are not accounting.
The issue of concessions is strictly individual.
QED.
1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war.
You lose!
You knew dad cheated on mom?
Don't believe you.
Yeah.
On assignment in Gabon.
Mom told me, in tears.
So she's freaking about his Madagascar trip.
You ever slept with a guy?
No.
But I already kissed one.
Where?
Summer camp.
With your tongue?
Sure.
You ever wanted to make love?
No.
I mean, I dunno.
Sometimes I get this tingling in my tummy.
It's weird.
When I was in the US,
I did lots of chicks.
They all wanted me.
- Don't believe you. - I swear.
Why's that funny?
- You don't believe me? - No.
I know how it works now.
I'll teach you stuff, if you want.
I vanished around his fingers.
They were so cold.
Nothing like fingers.
Except, obviously.
Because of the nails.
They had to be fingers.
Me now?
Early bird.
Some OJ maybe?
No, thanks, I'm fine.
All good?
You hurried him.
But good work.
Who's next?
Sit up.
Good.
Cassandre, eyes up!
More leg!
Fingers tight.
No bones broken?
Stop! None of that here.
Don't take your anger out on him.
That was the last run.
Trot them round a couple laps, long reins, then to pasture.
It's pointless trying to force it.
For you and for him.
Here.
- What's he got? - Old age.
Wanna help?
Here, put some gloves on.
You need to disinfect here.
Around the jugular.
Ever do an intravenous?
Find the vein.
Press with your thumb to make it swell,
and you go in upward.
Over to you.
Sure, sir?
Sure he needs a shot, sure you can do it,
and sure you can drop the sir.
Breathe. I'll be right here.
So, go in upward.
Short and sharp.
He's thick-skinned, so go for it.
That's right.
Blood means you're in the right spot.
Screw the syringe fast.
Suck up some blood to mix it.
There.
And inject it slowly.
Slowly.
Very good.
Now, take it out.
Fine, good job.
Dad!
You coming or not, dad?
Be right there!
Well played.
A drink to celebrate?
I gotta get home.
- Don't you? - I live here.
I'm an apprentice, not a student.
- You never go home? - No.
My stepfather's a pain.
And this is paradise.
Come with me if you want.
I have a big pool.
Sleep over, too.
A pool?
- Colonel Martin. - Dad, can I bring a friend home?
Mom detests surprise visits.
It's not a surprise. I've called.
She invited me for a sleepover. That way, you meet her.
Anyway, tonight, you're out.
C'mon, please!
- I'm not too heavy? - No worries.
Faster!
Pedal! Work those thighs!
It's huge!
We're home!
I told dad you invited me, so I reciprocated.
If he asks, say your parents agree, not that you live at the club.
But...
I don't much like lying.
Who gets the biggest?
No, thanks, I'm fine.
You're vegetarian?
You'll lose hair, teeth and muscle. Iron deficiency!
It's for your own good.
I'd have loved a sausage with my mash.
I grew up on boiled potatoes and gravy.
Man is an omnivore,
like pigs and primates, for millions of years.
A bunch of fanatics won't change that.
A plant-based diet is terrible for your health.
If they die, that's fewer idiots on earth.
Besides that,
the club?
The Fred?
He's wonderful.
Trained in the US with the whisperers.
I love his teaching and his love of horses.
Allow me my doubts. He's P-4.
P-4 means he dodged military service.
What was that, sweetie?
Acting wacko doesn't make you wacko.
- How do you know he was P-4? - Did my research.
Can't leave my girl in just anyone's hands.
I respect anyone who's anti-war.
Respecting morons is your right.
I like Fred, too.
Even if he's less strict and it's not as clean as the barracks.
Your Fred...
You love me through him.
It's called Oedipus.
A nation with no army is doomed.
You'll see, when war comes.
You'll kill to save your skin.
The enemies,
banks, mafias, multinationals, dictators,
they have a strategy.
And your Fred, what's his strategy?
Whispering in horses' ears.
You, your strategy, when will you roll it out?
- You found an apprenticeship? - Not yet.
Watching TV all day will make it drop in your lap?
He watches US movies to perfect his accent.
He needs a spokeswoman to be a man?
And he mows your lawn!
There are 4 types of reaction
in the face of danger or attack.
You know a horse's...
young ladies?
Flight?
Horses know they're prey in the food chain.
Facing a predator,
they take flight, fleet of foot, across the savannah.
Even domesticated horses' first instinct
is flight.
Only the stallion, the alpha male, might attack a predator.
To save the group after sounding the alarm.
Fight has always been my favorite.
Then there is freezing.
Which can be observed in poultry.
A hen will freeze, playing dead.
To fool the fox, or rooster that wants to mate,
that she's only spoiled meat.
Finally, the fourth reaction, which I'd describe as adaptive,
is fawning submission in the face of repeated aggression.
That's the most exasperating.
Our reactions are instinctive responses
to insure the survival of the species.
We are animals. Only blockheads deny it.
They don't get it.
By the way, did Cassandre show you the exits?
What? Once is all it takes.
I don't want to be sued after she's raped and strangled by a passing psycho.
Eat! It's going cold.
My little gazelles!
Your family's totally weird!
Your dad...
Yeah, he can't help putting on a show.
Especially since he was stuck for 2 days with 30 rotting corpses in 40° heat.
Swim?
I'll head back after.
No, stay the night. Please.
My parents will be out for dinner.
They're all your family?
Yeah.
My father.
Me.
Mom, dad, mom.
That's my grandfather.
Mustard gassed in the Great War,
got rich defusing bombs after.
My father when he was a choirboy.
Cute, isn't he?
And here...
my brother and me. People took us for twins.
And my sisters, but mom chopped them off.
Of the photo, I mean.
- Why? - The day they turned 18,
they were 15 minutes late for lunch,
so dad bawled them out. Next day, they were gone.
My folks say they're crazy. Show you my room?
This is my mother's bedroom.
My brother's.
And this one's mine.
I gotta pee.
Right there.
There aren't any locks?
What's that?
A buffalo.
Native Americans say
that when there's a storm, buffaloes run into it
so it's over sooner than if they ran away.
I liked the idea, so I got one.
You did it?
Yeah.
Will you do me one?
He never saw girls in a swimsuit?
In my family, we usually swim naked.
I put a swimsuit on for you but I feel weird.
Him too, I guess.
- Being in a swimsuit? - Sure.
He must think I'm dumb covering up.
I prefer not to cover up
than have anything to cover up, see?
Not at all.
You peed?
No, you must be mad!
Don't brush your teeth like that. It's crazy.
No, you go up and down, up and down.
Hold on, it's for her own good.
If they fall out at 30, your problem.
Getting you to 18 dental capital intact is worth its weight in gold.
Honey not vinegar catches flies.
Here, bought you a box.
Thanks, mom.
Goodnight.
Mom's family was so poor they didn't brush.
It traumatized her, cavities, loose teeth...
So we have no fillings. You?
Forget it.
Is that you?
Uniforms, really?
Sure, a military education.
You see her? Her parents died in a bombing.
Her mother was murdered by her stepdad.
And she found out she's not her dad's daughter.
All the others are normal,
daughters of diplomats, ministers, aristocrats...
For the final Sunday, come to the club. It'll be cool.
What final?
The World Cup final.
You don't like soccer?
Dad calls it a sport for idiots, ruined by money.
But he lets us watch the French Open,
the Tour de France and rugby games.
You're not your dad.
You can do your own thing.
Right?
Know it?
What do you listen to?
Military marches?
How do I look?
Classy.
My Madagascar mission is confirmed.
- Cool. - I need to ride before I go.
- The unit has horses. - Your spat's patched up?
No, your club will do.
Meantime,
I can drive you...
Ladies...
So, how was your pajama party?
Come back anytime even if you fall out with Cassandre.
For your parents.
Thank you, sir.
Wouldn't kick her out of bed.
Morning.
- Morning. - Hi.
Size 10.
Leather. Too tight. I thought you'd find feet for them.
They did the Saumur Black Cadre.
Thanks. I'm a size 8, and my Docs suit me fine.
My father wants to ride again.
All my horses are taken this week, with summer camps but...
Next week.
Fine.
See you next week.
Dad?
Sunday evening, we're free.
Why?
The coach's wife needs a babysitter then.
I could start saving for new boots in September.
If it's paid work, why not?
- Go on, do it. - Cheers!
He identified 2 out of 3. He'll make a great apprentice sommelier.
Bet you 10 francs he blows it.
Purple hues, quite dark.
Nose...
Woody, no fruity.
With hints of tobacco or yeast.
Long in the mouth.
It must be...
a good wine.
I only have good wine.
Grapes, vineyard, vintage, length?
And price, in your opinion?
Chewy tannins, fleshy, big, dense.
Saint Émilion '90.
Deserved to age, rather than be wasted.
They're all mine as much as his.
Say, is it true you're a lesbian?
No, why?
The folks said so 'cause you wrote poems to a girl.
So when you invited your friend Laetitia, I thought...
Bullshit!
It was a presentation on French poetry.
I chose my housemistress as my subject.
I wish she was my mother.
Precision, fluidity, balance.
Change of rein...
You know, in America, I couldn't stop thinking about you.
I missed you so bad.
In my host family, my little sister was a pain in the ass.
Plain silly, too.
That's when I realized you're...
an extraordinary little sister.
You're good at everything.
You're pretty.
You're beautiful.
That's the same thing.
You're intelligent and brave.
I really think so.
Working canter, medium canter...
Fluidity, balance, regularity...
In the USA, I was the Frenchy.
All the girls were hot for me.
At 15 over there, if you're a virgin,
you're a loser.
I'm not a loser.
I'm a winner.
You think I'm a moron but I know more than you now.
As if! Anyway, like I care.
Straight up,
I did lots of chicks over there.
They all wanted a...
I don't give a shit!
Know what that is?
Now I'm an expert in cunnies.
I bet you 50 francs you can't do it to me.
Risk move 1...
To defend is to protect territory from threats.
Risk move 2...
Reduce the potential of the opponent.
I can't do it.
It smells fishy.
Fuck you!
You think I should tell my shrink?
You owe me 50 francs.
We were great in bed.
I'll teach you stuff.
Your bikini line!
Smells fishy.
We'll get used to her vertical smile.
It's Oedipus.
Honey not vinegar catches flies.
Wouldn't kick her out of bed.
You're drippy!
Me now?
Sleep well?
- They're contaminated? - No.
It's 7 pm for my babysitting.
Fine.
- They'll drive you home? - Yes.
You made it.
You always wanted to be a coach?
No.
When I was young, I preferred animals to humans.
You know what you want to do later?
I thought about becoming a veterinarian.
But mom said the only animals you see are sick or dead.
You'll decide for yourself. Childhood isn't a life sentence.
You know that?
Know the two wolves legend?
The black wolf is manipulative and irascible,
and rules by fear and killing.
The white wolf is friendly and joyous.
Peaceful, helping and supporting others.
In humans, those two wolves are in constant conflict.
One version of the legend says that the wolf you feed wins.
I prefer a more complex version.
It says that, if you only feed one,
the other fights more brutally to exist.
But if you feed them both,
you'll find an inner equilibrium.
Our two wolves need each other.
And the black wolf isn't all bad. It can be brave.
Unlike the white wolf sometimes.
Coming?
All right.
There you go.
Hey, you.
Any chance you'd be my dad?
I'm your coach already, that's not bad.
I'm not sure I'm a good dad. Ask Maelle.
I bet she'd change me for another.
There's something off with humans!
We are world champions!
Come on. Join in!
One and two and three-zero!
Goodnight, dad!
Goodnight.
Here...
I recorded a track for you.
It's rap.
Well then...
Goodnight.
Fuck it! Gained one kilo.
It's all the cream in your cooking.
Teach him to drive better than to dress, or he'll be driving at 40!
Why not let the cleaner raise him!
Shit!
Yield to the right.
We're on the right.
The other right?
Yes.
For sure.
The other right.
Philippe!
Bye.
She's begging for an alpha male on top of her.
Were you in the war, sir?
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
"If you want peace, prepare for war." So, yes.
- You killed people? - Naturally.
The whistle of live ammo.
Everybody, let go of your reins.
No stirrups.
Here's an amusing anecdote...
Shut your eyes.
In silence. Good.
One day, I see a gazelle
outlined on the crest of a hill.
Without switching off my jeep's engine, I stand and...
I fire.
150 meters. The gazelle's still looking at me.
I tell the driver to switch off, so no vibrations.
I fire a second time.
The gazelle's still looking at me.
I get out, elbow on the hood, and I fire...
You can chat later.
The gazelle's still looking at me.
I lay flat on my belly, and fire again.
The gazelle's still looking at me.
I fire three more shots and then,
finally, the gazelle vanishes.
I went over with a soldier
and, instead of one, we found two dead gazelles.
One with seven bulletholes.
And the other, only one.
There we go.
Sir!
Let's take it slow. She hasn't warmed up yet.
Soft hands, please.
Excuse me?
I won't take orders from a P-4.
That carthorse is only good for slaughter.
What can you teach with nags like that?
I teach everything you appear not to know.
P-4!
Stay focused, please.
I'll be in the car.
That's 20 minutes in the shower.
Mom says you're wasting water the Africans need.
Don't care.
Maybe, but there'll be no hot water for me.
It's already cold.
Where are they?
Watching a movie. Dubbed.
It's shit.
You listened to my tape?
No.
You know, my biggest fantasy is to make you come.
Mom, too.
Should I tell my shrink?
Risk move 3, to invade
is to enter enemy territory and survive or flee.
Risk move 4, to kill.
Risk move 3, to fight, invade, enter enemy territory...
Risk move 3, to invade...
Risk move 4, to kill.
Risk move 3, to fight, invade, enter territory.
Risk move 4, to kill.
I was like a soldier in a trench,
sick of waiting for danger.
Jumping out, running, sprinting toward it.
Here, do what they do!
Risk move 3, to invade, enter enemy territory,
try to survive or flee.
Risk move 4, to kill.
Risk move 3, to fight, invade, enter enemy territory...
I can't do it.
You're too tight.
Help me, please.
You can't leave me like this.
I'm sure it lasted 2 minutes for real,
but my arm feels like it went on forever.
I thought, if he got what he wanted, we'd be done with it.
But 30 years later, I'm not done with it.
Well then?
Are you sick?
- What's wrong? - Stomach ache.
About time!
Your period! You're a woman.
No, I have stomach ache.
I want to sleep, that's all.
The mood you're in, I'm right.
I'll get you some granules.
Cassandre has her period! She's a woman!
Bravo, sunshine!
See, it pays off, the resumés and letters.
And none too soon.
Yup. A 3-star restaurant, though!
To your apprenticeship!
Eye contact, or it brings bad luck!
When will you be back?
Midnight at the earliest.
Move your brother in, 3-star dinner, then a long drive home.
As usual, riding shotgun.
Mind the house, don't open up, lock yourself in after dark.
Hey.
Wanna try?
Shut your eyes, let yourself go.
Drink to ease the pain.
All done, ma'am!
I think I'm wasted.
I don't think so, I'm sure.
You came in your mother's car?
Your dad's on his way. He'll love it.
Get rid of it.
No, I can't.
Coffee and cookies to sober up.
I'm not interrupting?
You don't respect me.
You respect nothing!
Grab your things and say farewell to your new friends.
I'll have you charged with pedophilia, make no mistake.
- Come on! - Daddy...
Something happened.
With Philippe.
He touched me.
He asked me to touch him.
It's not their fault.
My keys!
It was commonplace in Ancient Egypt.
And it still happens, in every family.
Evidently.
It's not a drama.
I encountered pedophilia,
sadism and homosexuality
at Catholic school when I was 10.
One friend's priest was a sadistic pedophile.
He refused to change, which goes to show...
he enjoyed it, too.
From age 7, a human is accountable to himself.
If you didn't fight back, you took pleasure in it.
What did you go tell everyone?
You were always jealous, trying to harm him.
It only happened 'cause you provoked it.
You're stronger than him.
Don't deny it!
You're smarter than him!
The truth is in here!
Who made the bet? Put the video on? You!
I'll keep copies as evidence. Playing doctors and nurses isn't a crime.
No, you can't talk to her.
I'm going to war to save her.
It's normal between siblings, it forges bonds.
Bathrooms were a luxury. We washed in the kitchen!
When my pubes started growing, mom kicked my brothers out.
She said, "Hair down below is normal. You're growing up.
"From now on, you wash alone!"
The way she did that,
that was traumatizing.
My little brother stuck his fingers in. For sure!
1, 2, 3 fingers!
It hurts? No problem. "Thank you, doctor. Bye."
You played "I'll show you mine..."
That's all.
It's none of our business. It's all yours!
I...
I really was raped.
I didn't make a fuss about it.
You feel dirty, you clean up, and you kick on, goddammit!
Really?
You were raped? First I heard of it. When?
Before I met you. When I was 23, at work.
Not really rape, or you'd have mentioned it.
One quality my mother passed on...
Dignity.
You make do, hold on, and paper over the cracks.
You don't beg.
I wish you one thing only...
Concentrate on your studies.
Never owe anyone anything, earn a living.
There!
I'm tired. Get to bed.
All right...
bedtime.
Hop on.
Where to? Wherever you want.
You decide.
People being nice to me makes me want to cry.
Go on...
Cry.
Know what?
Dribble or blow your nose on my shirt if you want.
Subtitles: Simon John