Little black spiders

How many girls are there?

Including you?

Ten.

And are they all like me?

Yes.

Will we all sleep together?

No, in the attic everyone

has their own room.

It's important that you sleep well.

Don't worry.

See it as one long holiday.

Voila, we're there.

That's the hospital.

- It was about time, right?

- What was it?

A boy, but it's not all right yet.

Does she have a name yet?

My name is Katharina.

Yes, that will be Katja,

but we'll arrange that tomorrow.

Wow, this is heavy!

You don't need all this, you know.

This way, so we don't bother

the patients.

Cecilia, my name is Katharina actually.

In the attic everyone

has a different name.

Here you are somebody else.

Besides, Katja,

does it really make a difference?

Come.

Here you are.

This is your room.

Number six.

You can unpack if you want.

Make yourself at home.

What are you doing here?

They said it was my room.

But this is not your room!

Anne, this is Katja.

And Vicky?

Vicky is doing well.

She just had her baby.

- And what is it?

- A boy.

Cecilia, can I see Vicky?

- Anne...

- Come on, she's my best friend.

You know the rules.

- Come, it's dinner time.

- It's Roxanne, by the way.

Dinner's ready, girls.

Come and set the table.

Who's that?

What did they do to you?

For food and drink

for our daily bread

We thank you, oh Lord

April 18, 1978.

My dearest, dearest Guy.

So here I am. I arrived

at the secret address you gave me.

I long for you, Guy.

I long for you and our child.

It's now five months.

I feel the life in my belly.

I cherish our child with all my heart.

Our child.

Promise me you'll come and visit.

I love you. Your Katharina.

So why can't I flnd her?

I want to see her.

I want to see her and the baby.

Vicky is my friend, you know.

You can't go down there.

You know that.

- Sister Simone won't like it.

- I don't like it either.

Beersman File.

- Parents?

- Deceased.

- Any other relatives?

- No.

- Isn't 16 a bit young for love?

- 17. I'm already 17.

Is there a father?

Ah yes, I see.

You know why you're here...

- ...Katja, isn't it?

- Yes.

The attic is a place where girls in your

condition can comfortably wait for labor.

Without anyone interfering.

Away from the world for a while.

After that, it won't have happened.

You'll soon forget it.

Until then, you can't go anywhere

except for the attic and the workshop.

People shouldn't see you here.

Other than that,

everything's allowed here...

...but we're discrete about it, OK?

Then you can sign here.

That's it.

They told me that you'd help me, Sister.

Yes, of course I'll help you.

- That's what I'm here for.

- I'll be a good mom.

Good?

Good is not always the best.

It's about the child here.

We want the best for the child.

Don't you?

Yes.

Hendrik?

Hendrik, please show this girl

the workshop.

It fell out of the nest.

It won't survive.

Not without its mother.

It's there, straight ahead.

You can earn a bit extra with it,

if you want.

You get 5 franks for a syrup

and 50 for a dress.

- How far along are you?

- Five months.

You don't show it.

- Anne...

- It's true. It doesn't show at all.

Make sure it goes on smoothly.

- Yeah, I know...

Six vests, cradle, hat.

Wow, that's a lot.

But you'll get there.

I want to get out of here.

I'm not here.

I'm in Switzerland.

Look at all those mountains.

My parents did a great job

organizing that.

There's nothing to do around here.

Absolutely nothing.

Why nothing?

Even the TV's broken.

- There's so much you can do.

- Like what?

We did all sorts of things.

Games, charades...

Have you started yet?

- What a stupid game.

- The Virgin Mary?

- Jesus?

- I don't get it.

What's that?

A statue.

My turn.

- An abortion.

- A little ball.

- A toadstool.

- A tortoise.

A cloud.

Football.

- Lightning.

- Windmill.

No. Hold on...

A record player.

A dragon.

Burn wounds.

- A disabled person.

- No!

- The sun?

- The sun.

It doesn't look like the sun at all,

stupid.

Star.

- Dancer.

- Elvis

Explosion.

- Diva.

- A dick...

That guy with from Queen...

Freddy Mercury!

I'll be back in a sec.

Can I have a smoke?

Five, OK?

First give me a kiss.

Where is Roxanne?

She forgot her shoelaces.

Hey, hurry up!

Katja, is that your real name?

No, Katharina.

- Finally!

- I thought your bed was on fire.

No, I was just smoking.

I wouldn't be able to do that.

I'm not keeping it anyway.

- Why?

- It's inconvenient for me, and Luc.

It's just a nuisance.

I have other plans.

- What does yours think?

- Who?

Your boyfriend, who else?

It's complicated.

Were you raped?

- He's married, isn't he?

- His name is Guy and he loves me.

Silly cow.

But isn't it beautiful, when you love

each other forever and ever?

That's not beautiful.

That's retarded.

What does your family think?

I haven't got any family.

This will be my family.

Babies are a lot of work.

They're smelly.

They cry at night

and you have to get up.

Lights out and go to sleep!

Give it back, it's mine.

Are your hormones acting up?

Again...

This place is driving me crazy.

Guy, Guy, my Guy...

I wait...

I know I must be patient.

I will be patient.

Read Scorpion out loud.

Wait your turn,

or buy one yourself!

You've got plenty of money!

- Want me to turn it on?

- No, it's OK. I'll manage.

You need to press 'play' here.

- It's OK. I'll manage.

Cecilia...

What is it?

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