:01:01
Before you knowit,
they'llbe doingjobs forfood.
:01:03
They'llbe begging
at ourdoors.
:01:04
FRANCOlSE: Not at this door.
:01:06
CAROLlNE: Good, Fuffi, good.
:01:09
[Exhales]
:01:10
ARMANDE: Rub, rub.
Rub harder. Rub.
:01:12
[Exhales]
:01:14
ARMANDE: Rub. Rub.
:01:17
[Luc exhales]
:01:19
ARMANDE: Rub it. Hard.
Keep yourhead still.
:01:24
-Aha!
-Bravo!
:01:26
[Laughter]
:01:29
[Vianne and Josephine
stop clapping]
:01:35
Hello, Caroline.
:01:43
ARMANDE: IFyou want to
blame someone, blame me--
:01:45
corrupting him with cocoa.
:01:47
Oh, how dare you, Mother.
:01:49
He's happy. He's fine.
Look at him.
:01:52
Mama, l--
:01:53
Well, what about you, Mother?
:01:55
CAROLlNE:Are you fine?
:02:00
lbet she has conveniently
forgotten to tellyou.
:02:02
ARMANDE: Carol.
:02:03
Why don't you show them,
Mother?
:02:05
Are you afraid to?
Why don't you show?
:02:15
CAROLlNE: lnsulin shots.
:02:16
She has diabetes--
very advanced.
:02:19
CAROLlNE: She could be blind
within a year.
:02:21
Yeah. Couldn't you
call me a drug addict?
:02:23
lt sounds a lot more glamorous.
:02:25
And you--
you sit here feeding her sweets.
:02:29
ARMANDE:
There are worse ways to die.
:02:31
CAROLlNE: Why don't you
justgive herratpoison?
:02:33
It would be faster.
:02:35
ARMANDE:
Carol has a flair for drama.
:02:37
She needs to be in a place
where she can be taken care of.
:02:40
Le Mortoir?
:02:43
l'd rather be in Hell.
:02:45
Ah.
:02:47
You may get there, Mother.
:02:50
Luc, come with me.
:02:51
l don't want to.
:02:52
He's happy here.
lt's good for him.
:02:55
l will decide what is good
for my son, Madame Muscat.