Working Girls (Filles de joie)

WORKING GIRLS

Come on, I'll count to three.

Charline. One...

Keylis, I wanna kill! - Two...

Two and a half...

Keylis, Ryan, breakfast. Let's go.

Two and 3/4! Charline!

I'll break the door down.

Break it down.

Charline! - Charline, I wanna kill!

Come on now, please!

Hurry it up!

Hurry! I'll open it.

Mum, I wanna kill.

What did I say?

Breakfast. Come on, let's go.

Ryan, please, shut the hell up.

Ryan, shoes on now. - Ryan...

Belt up, Grannie.

Watch your tone!

And you, put that cigarette out.

My morning ciggie won't kill

your babies. - Open up now.

Open the door!

No! - That's enough! Open it now!

No use, I need a cross-head one. - Axelle...

Hold on.

Your bills! - Not now.

Now, Axelle.

Right, let's see...

Excess electricity...

Water bill...

Bill from the lawyer...

I have to do the shopping

and Keylis needs new shoes.

I'm not made of money. Why?

Because his feet have grown.

Have your feet grown? - No.

And I need new shoes too.

Your feet have grown too?

It's so hot, I can't walk properly.

My feet swell up. - Soak them in cold water or swim.

Think I enjoy begging?

Axelle! Do you think I enjoy begging?

I have my dignity too!

I'm sick of it!

Take that off.

No.

You look like Grannie!

Never mind.

I do mind. Take it off.

No.

Charline. Take off the makeup.

No.

I wanna dress up! - Let's go now.

I wanna dress up! - Come on, let's go.

A kiss!

Good morning. Yes, a kiss, honey.

How's it going?

See you later.

Check her out...

She's yours.

Hey, miss, I need comforting.

Can you blow me? Just 5 minutes.

I'm busy. Try asking your mum.

What's that about my mum?

No respect.

Hey, miss!

Not even 5 minutes, 2 will do.

A fast shooter... - I'm talking to you!

5 minutes...

C'mon!

Hi. - How's it going?

Can you drive?

Sure.

C'mon, just 5 minutes!

Don't get shy now.

Asked your dad? - What? Fucking bitch.

He taught me to suck cock. He's the best around here.

Don't insult my dad!

Chill! - Sure.

Ball-buster. He's the worst. Know what I heard?

He takes girls' cherries, films them and puts them nude online.

Scum like him make girls whores.

That's not true.

It's all lies. - What?

Even that young they can be bastards.

They're just kids.

Your son's a kid?

Yeah.

Know what?

I swear, before my daughter Charline turns 12, we'll split.

She won't be hamburger.

Heard stuff about my daughter?

What?

You say my son's a pimp and my daughter's hamburger?

No. - You heard stuff about them?

No, Do.

No. - So why say that?

Cos I'm talking about that.

All right, listen carefully.

My daughter isn't hamburger and never will be!

I never said that! - You implied it!

I didn't! That shit treats girls like hamburger.

Your daughter isn't hamburger.

I'm not hamburger, you neither.

We're not hamburger, ok!

Hey , jungle bunny!

Look at her.

She's asking to get fucked in a basement.

Jesus...

You have to show your panties?

It's summer.

You look like a slut.

BELGIUM

The white one's Isko and that's Luka.

And this is AthΓ©na.

Off you go now, come on.

Do, find an outfit for the new girl.

What's her name?

That's Scheherazade.

Scheherazade?

Isn't that a Greek god?

No, dear, The Arabian Nights.

Come on, girls.

Butts and boobs nice and perky.

Thanks.

At our place,

every moment

is a holiday

Dibs for me.

What a kid.

Hey, look...

Your breasts are gorgeous. Come on.

Come on.

Let me see.

What happened?

Keylis, what happened?

Tell me.

What happened?

Nothing.

Hello, ma'am.

Excuse me a second.

Ferhat, play someplace else, please. Thank you.

As I told your husband...

First, he's not my husband.

Must you? - He's not my husband.

Ok. What I have to say is what I told...

We can't keep him.

Keylis? But why?

He broke one kid's arm and another's nose.

Almost. - Want a smashed nose and arm too?

Calm down! Are you nuts?

You shouldn't even be here. - He's my son.

I mean it. Not your son, ours. And I have custody.

Our son in your custody shouts "Allah Akbar"

and beheads pals.

It's odd, but they all do it.

I don't understand. - Me neither.

What do you mean, they all do it?

Me neither. Why shout "Allah Akbar"? You're not Muslim.

Is this a joke? What the hell is this?

He's not Muslim and I'm trying to understand.

Your son is violent. - That's absurd.

So, as a Muslim, he could stay here?

Not even then.

It's anti-white racism.

I said something racist?

My wife's cranky... - I'm not your wife.

Where's the headmistress?

I'm the headmistress.

Know what? We're leaving. I'll call you.

Leave him here. - Hands off!

Come on.

Axelle, I screwed up, but you did too.

We're still married. You're my wife.

Mum...

You've no right to know we live here.

You can't come here. - Can we talk?

No? - Call my lawyer.

Go and play. - Know how hard that is?

Haven't you punished me? - Not too high.

I need to know if you're with someone. It's tough, but it's clear.

Cut it out.

Come back and I'll call the cops.

You won't. - I will.

You don't scare me. - I swear.

Let's go. - I love you, Axelle.

I love you, I love you....

Can we go?

Come on.

Ryan, let's go. - Behave with Mum, you monkey.

Ryan!

Ryan, come here.

See the state they're in?

They're suffering.

Do you see that?

You don't give a shit, huh? You're the only one who matters.

Selfish bitch.

Come on, let's go. - Selfish bitch.