Bitten (La Morsure)

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Clockwise if I live.

In reverse if I die.

One, two, three, alive or dead, wake up.

What's wrong?

- Are you coming upstairs with me? - Oh...

Please.

Delphine. Come on!

Give me your hand.

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Francoise?

Why are we here?

For nothing.

Did you have a nightmare?

What was that?

First, it was night.

There were people around me, like a party.

It wasn't cheerful.

I was there?

I didn't recognize anyone. They were shadows with black eyes.

It wasn't a normal dream.

It was close, like now.

And then?

It was almost morning and I was in a chapel.

Afterwards, I died. In a fire, like Joan of Arc.

The pain was so real that it woke me up.

But even in the dormitory, the fire was still there.

Like a real memory.

A warmth in my veins.

Stop. We burn the virgins. You have nothing to fear.

Françoise... We're not going to talk about that again.

Please. I need to know.

Your mortal sin.

It wasn't that important. It went by quickly.

I almost don't remember anymore.

And the blood?

Francoise!

A little, but not that much.

Clockwise if yes.

In the opposite direction if it is no.

Is Delphine a woman?

Is Françoise a goat?

The pendulum says yes.

What does he know about it?

Am I different?

It's up to you to tell me.

You won't be pregnant?

No.

How do you know?

I know, that's all.

He has not...

He came out before.

We have to go down, it's going to be daylight.

Your father.

You go.

You go.

You go.

Ladies! It's time!

Bertho! Come on!

Lord our God.

Bless these ashes with which we will be marked.

We who come from the earth

and must return to the earth.

As we strive to observe Lent,

may we obtain forgiveness of our sins

and live a new life,

in the image of your resurrected son, our Lord Jesus Christ,

who lives and reigns with you

for ever and ever.

Amen.

Convert and believe in the Gospel.

Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return.

Convert and believe in the Gospel.

You are dust and to dust you shall return.

Convert and believe in the Gospel.

Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return.

Convert yourself

and believe in the Gospel.

Remember that you are dust

and you will return to dust.

"Tonight, costume party for the carnival in the Empty House."

"Meet me at the cafe. If you're not afraid."

- "Not afraid"? - Who do they think they are?

Clockwise, yes, counterclockwise, no.

- Can we go? - How do you want?

Don't interrupt me. I have to concentrate.

Don't even think about it.

Do you want to stay here? They will all go.

They are not internal.

The pendulum says we will go.

I can't climb out of the wall. For me, it's different.

I have nothing to do here. I am not capable.

Ask a question.

- Will there be handsome boys? - We know the answer.

Is something going to happen?

With the boy from the gate.

- Stop. - Ask!

Will I kiss the boy at the gate?

There will be plenty more.

Will I ever be normal?

- Don't touch him! - No big questions.

To you. Ask if your mother is going to die.

You're annoying.

I'm sorry.

Will something bad happen to me?

- Is my dream premonitory? - Don't say that.

Am I going to...

We have to go.

I'm going to die.

I don't want to die here.

The pendulum is for fun.

Don't take it seriously. We don't die at our age.

Tomorrow at dawn I will be dead. I know it.

We know when it's true.

I have to go to this party.

Stay here, nothing will happen to you.

Francoise!

Silence!

Silence!

Are these your sleepless nights?

Can I go up to the dorm?

You are not suffering.

I have to sleep.

Yes, but at night. It's made for that.

These disorders are abnormal at your age.

I tell Father Antoine that you will go to confession.

It's atomic war. I think about it all the time.

Can I come up?

You will be better off here.

No need to walk around.

I have my period.

That's enough, Bertho.

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Come on!

I broke a window. Help me get out.

I want to find the boys. Help me, Delphine.

Come. Follow me.

I'm leaving too.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Change yourself. We won't be able to after that.

They will want to bring us?

They are on mopeds.

We won't have any room.

You're beautiful. But you would have needed a disguise.

This is stupid.

I don't find it.

- I want to dress up as a pythoness. - What is it?

A woman with the gift of prophecy. A witch.

It looks like a disease.

One!

Don't turn around.

- What if they're not there? - Come on.

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Is it there?

They left.

The pendulum said we would go.

Let's look for someone else.

His.

Can I sit down?

You are welcome.

Some friends were supposed to take us somewhere, but...

We missed them. You...

Can you take us?

We'll manage differently.

Where are you going?

Montez.

Montez!

Look in the storage compartment.

Do you smoke? Can you light me one?

THANKS.

Speed ​​up. The night begins without us.

At your age,

The wait is sometimes better than the party itself.

We are in a hurry. We have already waited too long.

Let's not make our case worse.

A man my age, a stolen car,

two mysterious minors,

a party they're not supposed to go to.

I wouldn't want to kill you.

You don't talk much, behind.