Fleurs de sang

Synopsis: In custody after she murders her middle aged photographer lover, a fourteen year old Pam reflects back on the bohemian life she spent with her mother Lily, a free spirited cabaret performer. Lily tried to elevate her stripper performances from the level of erotic spectacle to artistic expression as she dragged her young daughter from nightclub to nightclub and hotel to hotel, but ultimately lost her at nine to the Paris child authorities.
100 min

The best dreams...

are flowers of blood,

they die when you pick them.

He told me he didn't

want to see me anymore.

My stomach clenched.

I felt sick.

My legs were shaking.

It felt as if the floor was moving ...

But I but I didn't fall.

I wanted to vomit in the

bathroom, but couldn't move.

I heard nothing anymore.

That was weird, even though his home

was a farm in the countryside.

How long lasted that feeling?

I don't know.

Maybe ten minutes ...

Maybe just one ...

Hey, Pam, what are you telling me?

But I don't know.

I don't know.

My legs stopped shaking,

I ran into the bathroom.

It's next to the kitchen.

I took the knife that lay on the table,

and ran into the bathroom.

I wanted to stab me in the stomach,

he jumped at me to take it away.

So I stabbed him.

You stabbed him?

I didn't want to harm him.

I just wanted to

wound his shoulder.

But I was clumsy.

I'm right handed and I

couldn't use my right hand.

He pushed me ...

I couldn't see much.

Wait! You said you couldn't

hear and now you're blind too!

But it's true!

The bathroom was very small.

Like a closet.

I didn't want to harm him ...

I would have taken care of him.

I'd have looked after him so well,

that he'd never let me down.


Everything happened fast.

A few drops of blood

fell into the sink.

He fell down in front of the door.

Oh no, those are his clothes!

- Leave it, leave it!

- Those are his clothes.

That's my fault.

Leave it! Stop it! Pam! Stop it!

Five years earlier

Pam ... Come on. We've no time.

Don't forget

we'll leave without paying.

Very good, sir.

For tonight and tomorrow.

Very good, sir.


How are you today?

Stay a little longer?

My contract is extended by one week.

Be strong.

Sleep well.

That was easy!

A children's game.

You made me afraid.

Why did you take the swan?

Because we need it most.

What would I do without you?

If you knew how much I love you.

Hey, the swan!

Thank you, darling.

Take of your glasses.

I want to see your eyes.

I want to go to Mojacar with you.

It doesn't look great yet,

but tonight everything will be full.

I thought it was a theater.

Don't worry.

They are building the stage.

What are you doing?

Our local production, madam.

Self made.

Tonight, after the screening,

there'll be a big aphrodisiac meal.

Don't worry,

our audience is very tolerant.

And don't worry the technical part,

we've got everything.

Look at this.

You'll understand.

We try to show eroticism

in a natural way.

So you eventually don't connect

eroticism with this damn stuff,

with whips, leather and

ice ax using psychopaths.

You understand? There.

Excuse me.

A young admirer wants to see you.

What do you want, an autograph?

No, I want a kiss.

Oh, my stone.

What are you doing, honey?

Now I know

why the bag was so heavy.

We said,

the clothes and the dictionary...

My toys!

We said we'd get them

when we had more money.

Have you betrayed me?

What can I do without my book?

Mom, where are you going?

I'll be right back, honey.

Why doesn't the dictionary say

that the god Jupiter ...

transformed himself into a swan

in order to rape Leda?

Since I'm 15, men fall in love

with me and I don't understand why.

They appear in my life,

swear that they worship me,

that I'll never be alone

again, and then ...

suddenly ...

one day ... they're gone.

I could die, I could roll on the ground,

they wouldn't care.

Do you understand that?

I think so.

These guys didn't see you.

They fell in love with an image,

with a fantasy.

That's normal, with this show ...

And you?

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