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Come on

Come on over here.

Don't worry.

Calm down.

We're not going to hurt you.

Take it easy.

Please!

Quiet. We're not gonna hurt you.

Calm down

Let go of me! Please!

B*tch!

Take it easy, stay still!

Take it easy.

- Please let me go.

- It's alright, I just want to see.

Let me see.

Let me see what you've got

down there

What have you got?

We're not hurting you

It's a prick.

- No way.

- She's got both!

She's got both.

- It's gross.

- No way, it's great.

Do you get hard?

Let me see.

Do you get hard?

Answer him. Do you get hard?

I want to see if it works.

Let go of her!

Get out of here, a**hole!

- We didn't do anything.

- Beat it!

Beat it!

- Does it hurt?

- No.

- Did they hurt you elsewhere?

- No!

- I'll take her to the hospital.

- I don't want anyone to touch her.

- Calm down. It'll be alright.

- It won't be alright?

Come here.

Let go of me!

Stay away from my daughter?

- Enough. You'll kill him.

- Enough? You say it's enough?

You're just like them. Worse!

Stay away from my son...

Just agree to the surgery.

It's not too late.

You can't hide her

for the rest of her life.

Hide her?

- You think she's a freak?

- No!

We came here to stop hearing

every idiot's opinion.

I've had enough.

I've had enough pills...

enough operations.

I want things to stay the same.

She was diagnosed 2 months

before being born.

They wanted to film the birth.

For "medical interest",and to present

the case to the ethics council.

We said no, to all of it.

Alex was born blue...

She took 40 seconds to start breathing.

Then, they wanted to operate.

they said the only after-effect...

would be the scar.

Suli was scarred.

I convinced her not to do anything.

She was perfect...

From the moment I set eyes on her.

Perfect.

Forget her.

She's too much for you.

I can't leave yet.

I want to speak to him.

We have to leave.

Go fetch your son.

You'll catch a cold.

- May I?

- Yes.

- I thought you didn't drink?

- You told me I have to drink.

- Do you like me?

- You're my son.

Let's cut the crap

and talk seriously.

kind of.

What about me? Do you like me?

Do you like what I do?

I'd give anything

to have your talent.

And... me.. am I talented?

No.

Maybe...

Do you think one day?

Do you think that I...

No, I don't.

I don't get it.

It wasn't always this way.

- What way?

- When did I stop interest you?

It was a bad idea to come.

Your mother is right.

We're leaving

- When?

- Now. At dawn.

- No. I can't leave yet.

- Why not?

Do you like Alex?

Finally good news.

I was afraid you were a fag.

What are you doing?

looking after you.

You can't look after me for ever.

Until you can choose.

- What?

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