The Hive (La ruche)

THE HIVE

Is she up?

I think so.

Hey, my uglies. Sleep well?

Yep! - Morning, Mom.

Don't forget to water them, OK?

Here. - Thank you, sweetie.

Louise, flush the fucking toilet!

Loulou?

Got your swimming things?

Swimsuit, second pile.

Claire!

Hurry up, we're gonna miss the bus.

Mom, you have to go talk to Dad about Brazil.

I don't know if I'll have time.

I'm busy. This place is a tip.

What's this thing with Dad?

My job at the restaurant won't be enough.

Your dad's going to help her.

Claire don't eat so fast, it's disgusting.

Get off my back. - I'm ready, what're you doing?

Disgusting.

Bye, my uglies, have a good day.

Later! - Bye!

Loulou!

Fancy coming for an ice cream?

I have lessons, Mom.

What lessons? - Math, I think.

Do we care about that?

C'mon, a nice little ice cream.

Come on, everyone get in line.

D'you think she can have children?

Marion!

Do my eyes look OK?

No, it shows.

Where were you? We've been waiting an hour!

I had my interview at the restaurant.

I have nothing to wear. It's all old stuff.

That's tacky, that's too small...

That's pathetic, right? I have nothing!

Nothing!

This? Help!

He'll be here soon and I have nothing to wear!

Who? - An accountant guy.

D'you know this guy?

We're going to a spa for the weekend. Look after Loulou.

I have plans. - Me too.

Wait for it... One, two, three...

Mom... - Where are your good shoes?

Can't be bothered. - These ones?

Or the white ones. - No, not black.

Don't you want to try this? - No.

Why not?

It's vile. Your dad gave it to me.

I don't know what he was thinking.

It's a slutty dress.

How about this? - Stop moving.

Suitable for an accountant? - Not exactly...

More, "Little House on the Prairie".

I look womanly, right? - No, sort of "Heidi".

"Good evening, Damien. Turkish bath or jacuzzi?"

Knock it off. - Not working, huh?

Mom, you look... - Quit laughing!

Help me! - That's not how it goes.

I don't know if he'll fall for this. - Let me see.

The gold one looked good...

OK. Right, girls...

Eat your lasagne, tidy the living room

and don't be late in bed, Loulou.

Goodnight, my uglies.

Have a good time!

Know the ball dance? - Go, Marion!

The ball dance...

Jeez!

Lionel Messi!

Different style!

Way to go, dude.

Can you turn it up? - Who's in charge of the speakers?

Way to go!

Radio Samir!

Welcome to Radio Samir!

Pleased to meet you. It's hot!

We're sweating hard.

Wanna play?

Sorry, I've gotta tidy up.

I'm feeling rough.

Look at this.

When are you leaving for Brazil?

End of August.

Shut it.

Dammit, Marion! Shut it!

Look, it's Dad with his new chick.

Jeez!

What a jerk.

D'you think Mom's seen them?

Who is this bitch?

She's really disgusting.

You have to write to Dad.

I want him to remove the pics.

I don't want Louise to see them.

Talking about me?

Lou, quit listening behind doors.

I didn't need to listen behind doors last night.

My room's right next to yours.

What d'you mean by that?

What? With Samir?

Can I get a private life here? - Nope.

Tell me! - I was woken up by...

Nothing happened. He was too tired, he slept on the couch.

Maybe at the end,, but in the beginning...

I was right next door.

Marion, want me to talk about the end?

I was sleeping, dammit!

Stop it! Stop! Ok, OK.

Mom...

Mom...

Got any smokes? - No.

Pass me the cloth.

Come on, Lou, move it.

Jeez, it's filthy.

Shall I empty the ashtray? - Louise.

Leffe Blonde?

This is for you.

There you go.

It's all dried out.

See, Lou? You mustn't forget.

Mom... - Yes?

Can I have Marion's room when she goes to Brazil?

Hang fire, she's not gone yet.

Could I do that too?

Do what?

Take a fab year, when I'm older?

It's a "gap" year, darling, not a "fab" year.

Why d'you ask?

D'you want to leave too?

Claire?

Lou?

Shall we get cleaned up?

It's endless.

It'll never go away.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, darling.

Mom left a note.

What does it say?

"I went to St. Joseph hospital during the night.

I called your father and told him to shoulder his responsabilites.

He's coming to take care of you.

The divorce can wait.

I gave you lots of kisses while you were sleeping.

Don't come to see me straight away. I'll tell you when.

I love you so big."

She said she'd never go back to hospital.

You knew it wasn't true.

C'mon, time for breakfast.

Did she leave any money?

Not much.

Coming?

He has no business being here.

He can drop his visa card in the mailbox. Basta.

Lou...

we all need to be on the same page.

Press "play".

No, he's got a shell, he's first.

Ouch, that stings.

I have lots of coins. - I got the booster.

You have what?

My power.

Is this the decisive moment?

Girls, it's me.

Open up.

Girls...

We're here but we don't want you to come in.

You have no business here.

Quit messing around. - We just need your bank card.

I'm your father, I have the right to see you.

I want to know how you are. - You have no business here.

Lou...

Open up!

Let go of me!

What's going on?

Here.

I've had no news of you in months.

So what?

Tell me...

what am I to you? A bank?

Is that what I am?

Come on.

Come here.

What're you doing for the holidays?

Marion's going to Brazil at the end of summer.

She is?

I didn't know.

Unbelievable!

You wanted to leave without saying goodbye?

You really believe I don't care about you?

Come on! Pack a bag.

We're leaving.

I'm going to take you somewhere.

I want to be with you, but not here. - We can't.

Why not?