Helle Page #2

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- What is it?

- Nothing.

Is she sick? - No she wants sympathy,

but I'm not buying it anymore.

- And if she's really bad?

- If so she wouldn't scream like that.

The doctor, quick!

A great actress.

Our place isn't here,

but at La 'Cala in Milan.

Help me!

I'm choking!

The doctor, quick!

What do you want?

Nothing, I just heard...

It's Kleber. I thought you needed...

I'm sorry.

Sorry is a hypocrite's word.

Where do you come from, boy?

Come closer.

Why don't you come closer?

Touch my feet.

Already cold, right?

It's a bad sign.

Feet are often cold.

But not in the summer.

Tell me then...

From the terrace,

did you hear me?

Yes, ma'am.

So why does he never come?

He's not deaf, him.

Maybe a little.

She'll kill me

making that racket.

Where is she going again?

I wonder why I kept her.

Yes, I know. To annoy the priest.

He wanted to take her from me.

Probably to teach her

how to distinguish good from evil.

Sin . .. is their favorite trick.

They hear voices,

they hand out sweets,

they moan, they take care of the lepers,

they see the invisible,

then they see nothing,

they sleep in the belly of the whale,

they walk on water. Nonsense!

The lame walk,

the blind see,

the lepers are healed,

the deaf hear,

and the dead are raised.

Tell me...

What will they do with

all these people in good health?

Where's the girl?

Who, Hell? She's there.

Ah, yes, Hell.

I forgot her name.

You were still a baby.

Her mother served us as a maid.

She died immediately after

the birth of her daughter. - Hell...

- lsn't that a mythological name?

- Of course. Her mother was Greek.

Tell me, are you interested in the girl?

Is that why you came to the castle?

Why does no one take care of hen'?

The deaf and dumb can learn

in special schools.

They can learn how to read lips.

You see her in a such a prison,

trying to speak,

learning words without meaning,

making a fool of herself?

Believe me, she's happier than we are.

I knew you could talk!

What's going wrong with

my little Fabrice?

He is late to the table.

You'll see,

my chanterelles will spoil again.

Chanterelles don't spoil.

That's nonsense, Josephine.

At home we say:
"Chanterelles

of the day, Chanterelles of love,

Chanterelles not eaten,

chanterelles spoiled."

- And can I say "thunderbolt"?

- No.

"Lightning"?

You can say "f***ing".

- "Idolater", can I?

- No.

What can I say'?

You can say:

"Brothel, whorehouse, f***."

You can even say it in English.

Brothel, whorehouse, f***, scum!

You're not feeling great, huh?

I bet you ate rat poison again.

Neither of us will last long.

Listen to this.

I was met with open arms.

I asked his forgiveness for

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