Saturnalia

Fuck.

My apologies ma'am.

That luggage look really heavy.

I can't lift much on account of my back.

What you got in there, a dead body or something?

Not yet.

You're pretty funny.

Pretty and funny.

Alstroemerias Academy, huh?

The place has been there for a very long time.

After the Civil War,

a lot of carpet baggers came down here

to fix the place,

with their Eurocentric thinking.

Can you believe a lot of these estates were moved

here directly from Europe?

That just seems like funny money to me.

You know, there's girls in Normandy,

they didn't shave their armpits,

but that didn't stop us, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, we've arrived.

Now, hold on, just wait a second.

What?

If anything doesn't go your way,

you just gimme a shout.

And why would I need to call you?

If you understand the beginning,

the end will not trouble you.

Just don't forget what I told you.

My bags are in the trunk.

Miriam Basconi.

Great.

If you would please follow me.

Welcome to the Alstroemerias Academy.

My name's Holden.

I'm the RA here.

Up ahead you'll see our grand entrance.

This facility was established in 1879.

This here is our official school clock.

Now, first rule of the Alstroemerias,

Ms. Basconi, the clock is king.

Every day starts at 7:00 AM sharp, no exceptions.

Clear?

Crystal.

Great.

Right this way, please.

Up here is our dining hall.

We're a clean plate club here Ms. Basconi.

Breakfast at seven, class is at eight.

Oh, what's wrong?

Gilda wasn't there to keep you warm last night.

She probably got bored.

Whip's ego is bigger than his dick.

Order in the corridor.

Thank you.

- Ms. Blankenship, make sure Ms. Basconi is prompt

for her uniform fitting at noon, my office.

Yes, Ms. Hemlock,

- Which means you'll be missing lunch, I'm afraid.

This is a nice coat.

I see you've already learned the school colors.

However, we have standards and procedures here.

I'm afraid all personal garments shall

go into basement storage.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, Head Mistress?

Ms. Hemlock is fine.

Word of advice, don't cross her.

Or what?

Afternoon studies at one.

Private studies at three.

Dinner at 5:00 PM sharp.

This way.

Just up ahead.

This is you, room 12.

Lights out at 8:30.

Understood.

Great.

So, who's Gilda?

- First, I'm not your fucking friend, Ms. Basconi.

I don't know you.

I don't wanna.

Got dead parents, congrats.

Join the club.

Niente'.

What are you doing?

- Well, I was sleeping and now I'm brushing my teeth.

- You need to be in the office to be fitted.

Ms. Hemlock is gonna hide the shit out of me.

Hurry up and get dressed.

Late again.

A girl who's always late on principle.

Her principle is that punctuality is a thief of time.

We don't tolerate thieves here Ms. Basconi.

Ms. Blankenship.

Yes, Ms. Hemlock?

I told you it was your responsibility

to ensure Ms. Basconi was punctual.

Head to the gardens.

Get me a Zametovka Vinea.

Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

Shall we begin?

Look, I'm a size four.

Lift.

Spread.

What?

- I'm not in the habit of repeating myself Ms. Basconi.

Your legs girl.

Size four.

Shoe size?

Seven and a half.

Don't move an inch.

Lift.

One hour.

Nice threads.

So vintage.

I think my Nona has one in storage.

Well.

You a rich kid or something.

Why are you here?

Did you kill your folks?

Don't forget the anti-pasto.

What the fuck am I paying you for?

Ms. Basconi,

I hope you don't find our food below your station.

She spit in my food.

- We will all wait until your plate is clean.

Off to bed.

You have Ms. Basconi to thank for your punishment.

Look, that girl started.

- I'm not interested in the cliches of hazing.

I'm not blind to what goes on here.

All right, the food is, it's fine,

but I'm not gonna eat that.

Do you really want

to make an enemy on your first day?

No.

That's not what I want to do.

That's not what you want to do, what?

- That's not what I want to do, Ms. Hemlock.

Did your parents' lawyer tell you

about your trust?

Yes, Ms. Hemlock.

See,

that wasn't so bad.

If you want to afford yourself the lifestyle

of luxury you grew up with, you're stuck here

until you graduate.

I suggest taking it one day at a time.

Don't be late for breakfast.

I'd hate to sew you into a size two.

What are you, messing with my stuff?

It wasn't me.

Don't worry.

I kicked them out before they could take anything.

Listen,

about earlier.

I didn't think that that was,

sorry if I got you in trouble.

Forget it.

What's done is done.

Just don't be late.

It's the one thing you can control here.

Okay.

What are you doing out?

What are you doing out?

I'm the RA, genius.

Well, I was hungry.

Sue me.

Excuse me, princess,

do you know what Hemlock will do

to you if she catches you out?

You mean what she'll make you do?

So you're the whip, huh?

Don't call me that.

Look, who were those men?

They come the lights out sometimes.

I don't know what they do down there

and I'm not trying to find out.

Oh, I get it.

You're trying to mess with me like the others,

some kind of ritualistic hazing.

What?

- This ain't my first boarding school Bucko.

Do not fuck this up for me.

I'm getting short.

I'll be 18 next week.

And?

You don't graduate, you disappear.

Is that what happened to Gilda?

Yeah.

Okay, then I want in.

In on what?

Your plan.

What plan?

Fine.

I've been taking notes

on when Ms. Hemlock does her rounds.