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FOXFIRE confessions of a girl gang
"Never never tell Maddy Monkey" they warned me.
It's death if you tell any of them.
But now, after so many years, I'm going to tell.
Or who's going to stop me?
I was the one who helped to make the original rules after all.
I was Foxfire's Official Chronicler in fact.
Thus the sole person trusted to cast what we did into words
into a permanent record for us.
Typed on a typewriter, kept in neat dated entries,
the secret document was hoped to be a historical document
in which truth would reside forever.
Thus distortions and misunderstandings and outright lies would be refuted.
Like we did evil for evil sake.
Of all lies pertaining to Foxfire, surely that's the worst.
Maddy! Maddy! Come on get up.
Maddy, it's me, Legs!
Maddy, you gonna let me in or what?
Shhh, my mom's sleeping. Careful.
You didn't walk here all the way from Oxburgh, did you?
Yes.
Where do you live?
I don't believe it. That's gotta be over a hundred miles.
I'd walk a thousand more if it meant I didn't have to live with my grandmother.
And the woman's so weird.
Just trying to get me to do these idiotic crap around the house.
The dishes, cleaning the bathroom.
She even tried to give me lessons in making my bed.
She always used to say to me:
"You know Margaret, there's a right way to do things and there's a wrong way."
Once I laughed in her face.
And I told to stop. It came to me in math class one day.
"No, grandma. There's only one right way to do things, and a million wrong ways."
"Which is why everything gets so fucked up all the time."
And she stared at me. Like I'd slapped her or something.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
You know you can stay here as long as you need to.
Don't worry, Maddy. Tomorrow I'll go home to my old man.
He really thinks he can get rid of her daughter just like that?
Let's see if he calls the cops or whatever.
It is over.
Thank you for taking me in like this. This is how it should be.
You know...
if one girl is ever in trouble, she could go to the other to take her in, right?
Like you did. No questions asked, right?
Right.
As usual, Legs did the talking and I did the listening.
You're in my heart, Maddy.
It was probably that night, March 16th 1955 that Foxfire came to be born.
At least it makes it's mind.
Who knows?
We didn't even have a name then. But a little bit later, and this I am sure of.
Legs came up with it: Foxfire.
She told us she had heard it in a dream.
Yes, Foxfire was a true blood sisterhood.
A secret bond forged in loyalty, trust and love.
Yes, Foxfire was a true outlaw gang.
And of course we committed what could be called crimes.
And most of them went unpunished even unknown, because our victims are male
which were ashamed to come forward to complain.
- Stop it! - How do you like it, dear?
Stop!
- I'm gonna tell momma! - You're the one who wanted to come here.
- Nobody forced you. - It's not that... God!
- Stop it! - Fuck! She smells good.
Stop it!
Stop!
- Can you just give her a break. - You lost.
You okay? Come on, let's go. Did they hurt you?
Thank you.
What? No no, stop!
Please, stop!
Stop!
Here she is.
- Hey, Rita. - Oh, hey there, baby.
She'll be back for one.
Go clean yourself up immediately. I don't want your father seeing this.
Isn't it tired enough as it is?
You know you and your brothers. You're gonna be the end of him.
Rita.
Go to the blackboard and show us how it's done.
Now we studied this equation only just last week.
You do remember last week, don't you?
Yes, sir.
I'm asking you all to please be quiet.
Let's let Ms. O'Hagan concentrate so she can try
and decipher these mysterious symbols on the blackboard.
And maybe, if you spent as much time studying
as you did putting on your make-up in the morning
then you wouldn't look like such a dope
trying to solve such an elementary problem.
Alright that's enough for you.
You have exposed yourself enough. Go sit down.
Hey Rita! You're so cute when you're sad.
Needless to say, you have a detention after school.
Hey, girls.
Shouldn't you be in detention?
- Quit bugging me about that. - "Oh, the big scary teacher so mean to me."
- No, you guys are the ones being mean to me. - "It's not my fault."
It's not my fault.
You know, really, yeah. It kind is your fault.
Can't you see that every time you cry, Buttinger wins.
I don't even know when I cry. It just happens.
Margaret, why are you looking at me like I'm disgusting or something?
Maybe you are. I mean, you just sit there, Rita.
You don't say anything. You just sit there and you cry.
Margaret, I'm not tough like you girls.
So maybe you should stand up for yourself, Rita.
What you gonna do, huh?
Huh, do you want to come back to come back to my classroom
- for some extra-curricular activity? - Stop it!
- Tell her to fuck off, Rita. - Fuck off!
- Tell her to fuck off! - Fuck off!
Listen Rita. It's up to you now to decide how guys are gonna treat you.
Buttinger and with those nigger lips of his.
- Out of my way! - What the fuck's with you?
Rita!
You fucking ...!
You gonna rot in hell for this.
FOXFIRE REVENGE
BUTTINGER TEACH MATH AND EAT LITTLE GIRLS PUSSY
I'M BUTTINGER I EAT PUSSY
Give me the eraser Tommy!
Give me the eraser!
- Here! - Come and get it!
That is enough! Sit down!
What's going...? What's going on?
Vinnie Roper, sit down!
That'll be enough out of you.
Did you guys see his face? His eyes were blank, just like we killed him!
He'll never come back to this junior high, that's for sure.
I don't know how to thank you, guys. I could never thank you enough.
Stop it will you.
Ok, if Buttinger hadn't picked on you it would have been any one of us.
Ya, Rita, it's not you anymore. It's us. We are Foxfire!
- Shhh. - What?
- Don't say it so loud. - What? Foxfire?
Shut up! Do you get kicked out of school?
Don't worry about it. They can't touch us.
We're not like those assholes, the Viscounts,
with their stupid pins and jackets. We don't need any of that.
Alright, we're too smart for them. We're invisible.
Quiet okay. You dad and and his new slut are still in the living room.
Hurry.
Go in. Come on...
- What is she doing? - She's lighting some candles.
Christ likes. It's like a church or something.
Alright girls. Whatever it is that passes between us tonight
must forever remain unspoken to the world.
Under penalty of death.
Do you solemnly swear to consecrate yourself to sisters in Foxfire?
Yes, I swear.
To abide by Foxfire's vision of the world?
Yes, I swear.
By the revolution of the proletariat that is imminent,
by the apocalypse that is imminent
in the valley of the shadow of death.
And even under torture, physical or spiritual
to never betray your Foxfire sisters.
Yes, I swear.
Legs, I want to be first.
It's not going to hurt, okay. Just hold still.
It should stop bleeding.
Almost done.
Damn it Goldie! It hurts!
It's beautiful, Maddy!
Alright Legs, it's my turn.
- Don't be shy. - Move your hair.
No! - Relax. Sit down.
- I can't! I can't do it. - Sit down. Hold my hand.
You know Goldie, you're just fine. You can do this.
- You're fine. - Ow!
- You're doing fine. - You're not bleeding that much.
- That's good. Can I see? - Stop! Don't turn around!
- Are you done? - Oh, Legs...
- It's done. - Yeah it's done!
No!
Your turn, Legs!
- What's your name? - Maddy.
Madeleine.
That's a nice name.
And she looks like a nice girl.
Father, tell her how it started for you.
- You like this story. - Tell her.
It was in 1909.
I was 24 years old. A young seminarian.
I attended a Socialist Party Congress in New York city.
We were thousands - men and women.
My brothers.
My sisters.
My comrades.
I stood with them, to sing the International and...
God revealed himself to me.
Yes, it was in that instant that God revealed himself to me
and I understood that perfect happiness is liberation from God.
The ascension of mankind collectively to God, and then
the oblivion of God.
Oh, I'm sorry. I have to change the lock.
Should have done it years ago.
Hi, Walt!
- Hey, Maddy. - Hey, Uncle Walt.
Are you throwing this typewriter away? Can I have it instead, please?
- I'll sell it to you for five dollars. - But you throwing it away. Isn't it junk to you.
Well if it is just junk, why would you want it?
I can type on it.
- Well, then it's 5 dollars. - But you're throwing it away.
Look, if you got 5 dollars, I won't throw it away. I'll sell it to you.
- But I don't have 5 dollars, exactly. - Well, go ask your mother.
- I can't. - Why not? Oh, right...
You know, your mother ought to learn how to keep a job
instead of getting fired all the time.
You know, she had to learn to respect herself more...
Look, I have 3 dollars saved up at home.
Can I bring that to you now and give you the rest tomorrow?
Alright, go home and get the money
before the Negroes come and haul this stuff away.
I'll sell you typewriter and that is a good bargain.
- I know, thank you. - You're welcome.
Oh hi, Maddy. Don't worry, Uncle Walt took care of you. Machine's in the back.
Hey honey, you're playing with the machine?
- Yah. - You like it pretty well, huh?
I said 8 dollars, right?
- No, you said five. - No, you must have misunderstood.
Now look, do you want the machine or not?
- No! - Oh come on, you can have the machine.
Not for 8 dollars, but for 5,
if ...
you're a good girl...
I'm only keeping that fucking machine until Saturday!
If you want it, come and get it. It's 8 dollars.
- Hey, Uncle Walt. - Hi honey.
- I have the money for you. - Oh okay, come on inside.
- Wait for me in the back. - Okay.
Honey, I told you, didn't I? You can have the machine for nothing.
- But you said 8 dollars. - Well, that's just one of the things I said.
I also said something else.
- How old are you? - Old enough.
- Oh yeah? Old enough for what? - For typing.
Look, don't act dumb, okay.
You know why you're here. I know why you're here.
Oh yeah? We both know?
Hold you problems, filthy pervert! Not so tough now are you?
- What's going on here? - Shut up!
Who do you think you are? How dare you do your own niece!
Did you really think you can get away with it?
Do you think you can do that?
Don't ever touch me ever again!
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry. - We'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
- I'm sorry! - Fucking pig!
Don't touch me!
Okay guys come on. It's enough. There's no need for you to kill him.
Shouldn't keep hitting a man whilst he's down.
Cash and carry.
"July 20, 1955."
"Foxfire's second victory."
"Enemy, Walter Wirtz, men's clothing store..."
"... did..."
"... several..."
"... indecent..."
"... propositions..."
"... to his own..."
"... niece."
- What's the point in typing all this out? - Because it's important.
- Why is it important? For who? - For us, to begin with.
But, we already know it.
- Yeah, but we could forget. - We will probably end up forgetting.
We had to write it all down. The dates, the places, the names of our targets,
the reasons why we struck. Everything that's important, exactly like it was.
for if we didn't, we didn't watch out, Foxfire would start to break in us.
FOXFIRE BURNS AND BURNS
FOXFIRE REVENGE
It's got to be those assholes from Oldwick.
No, there's no way man. Those guys are the biggest pussies.
Pussies or not, they're always looking to piss us off.
I think it's time for some Viscount revenge.
- Yeah. - Yeah, we got to back somehow, you're right.
Break into their school and smash their windows.
You know, it looks like something I've seen before.
Like some sort of religious symbol or something.
What kind of religion?
- Well, I don't know. - It's a flame. A simple flame.
- Maybe it's a warning. - Yah, exactly, a warning.
- A warning for what? - I don't know. Danger.
- Going up in flames. I don't know. - You know, the coming of the end.
In any case... I think it's beautiful.
Margaret Sadovsky, Mr. Greene claims to have seen a tattoo on your back.
One that bears a strong resembles to the
famous graffiti that we had to remove from the walls.
I'd very much like him to explain to me how he could have seen that?
Well, I can assure you, it was strictly accidental.
He makes a habit of going to the girls' locker room, perhaps?
Margaret Sadovsky, you are now without knowing that the school
has strict policies when it comes to secret societies.
Margaret, are you aware of these policies?
That interdiction has nothing to do with me.
First comes fear, then respect.
The oppressed of the earth rising make their own laws.
It has always been that way for every revolution.
That of 1776.
That of 1789.
That of 1848.
That of 1917.
And it will be the case for every revolution to come.
Thank you.
I'd like to have it in front of me.
If you only knew how very hopeful we were in 1917.
I you only knew...
the meetings, the discussions...
the joy...
It's been a long time.
You could still...
talk about these things up until some time ago.
You could meet up and talk about these things.
Today, all we're allowed to talk about
is happiness.
All this talk of happiness.
Blah, blah, blah...
So much talk in the United State of happiness.
"Happy."
"Unhappy."
What does it mean?
Believe me, happiness is living in immediacy.
In the fever of motion.
In the pursuit.
Tim! Those girls are back again.
You girls are not wanted in this store. I told you that the other day.
- Just looking. - Yeah, looking's not a crime.
- How much for this dog? - $ 20.
- How much for all of the dogs? - I don't think you girls can afford it...
Let's say we did buy all the dogs. And then what would he do.
He'd go out and buy more dogs and sell them for even more.
Get out of my store, or I'm gonna call the police. You're trespassing my store.
You still don't get it do you?
Cause you really are a moron. It's not the individual dogs, it's the principle.
Get out! Out!
- Should I call the police? - Yeah.
The guy's a fucking Nazi.
Come on let's hurry. I'm gonna take the sign.
Here, Legs.
- Ready? - Ready.
Animals forever!
Happiness is a journey, not a goal.
That we don't realise is why all this is happening.
One day, after the last roll of the dice...
when everything is over... We'll wake up...
as if from a dream.
And we will say, "Yes..."
"I was happy then."
"Oh yes, now that it's all over, I can see that I was happy then."
"I..."
"... was happy then."
Look with your eyes please, not hands. Thank you.
Gentlemen, there will be a quiz on Monday,
so I suggest you start reading all of the signs.
- No thanks. - Not really.
This is stupid, man.
- Hey, Maddy. - Hey.
- What's that on your shoulder? - What?
- Tattoo? - It's just a birthmark.
- You didn't have it before. - Ever since I was born.
- I'm not the only one who's wondering. - What?
Think it's a secret, don't you. Everyone knows.
- What can I do to join? - I don't know what you're talking about.
Are you just gonna walk away?
What did she want?
Nothing. She just... She was sticking her nose in where she doesn't belong.
She actually wants to join us!
She'll cause nothing but trouble.
Oh come on. You're just jealous because she's prettier than all of us.
Are you kidding me?
She's a kind of a beast with those guys following her around all the time.
Lana, what do you think? You know the best.
What do you mean, what does she think?
Well. she's a sweet girl.
Easy to handle. I don't think she'd be a problem.
You're not actually considering this, are you?
Please, you gotta be kidding me.
Lana.
- Hey Maddy monkey, it's your grandma. - Actually, they're really the great...
- ... great, great, great... - Thank you Lana. Thank you very much.
- That set of teeth... - Oh, gross.
- Creepy, I've never seen... - I know. Not with no eyes.
Girls, I think it's our duty to help her.
- Her and all the others. - Just like you guys helped me.
You saved my life.
No thanks. When are we going to stop from this? 50 of us?
We need like a checklist or something.
- What checklist? - Shhh.
You guys, we shouldn't be talking about this here.
They're blood sisters. That's all.
Do you solemnly swear to consecrate yourself to your sisters in Foxfire?
Yes, I swear.
To abide by Foxfire's vision of the world?
Yes, I swear.
- That I'd die rather to fail? - Yes, I swear.
Thank you guys so much. Legs...
Lana...
I'd die for you guys.
Those kids are gonna have something new.
Oh, look at the witches. It's fabulous. I love it.
Okay, to the door. Come on kids. Let's go look at the witches.
Oh, what have we here? Some very scary witches.
There you go.
And one for you.
Just a minute.
Come on, kids.
- Did you see the look on his face? - He was so scared!
Guys, I'm sick of this town.
Me too. It's so boring here.
- I just want to get away. - That would be nice.
- Girls, come over here! - Come, you've got to see this.
It's so lovely!
I can't believe people would actually wear that.
Look at those shoes.
I would never wear anything like that.
Come on girls, stop dreaming. We're not here for that.
$$ = SHIT = DEATH
- Hey! Fuck you, bitches! - Fuck Foxfire!
I'm gonna smash your fucking faces in, you bastards!
What do you know, fellas.
- Where are you girls going? - Hey, gorgeous, good morning.
You know Violet, I heard you coming on to Jack.
Giving him looks, batting you eyes.
I didn't do anything. I don't know what you're talking about.
I think he's just confusing his wet dreams with reality.
Excuse me.
Come on Bonnie. Don't go. I got something to show you.
- I got something to show you. - Fuck off!
Don't worry, Hannah. They are just assholes. That's all they are.
Hey fucking, man. Who are you calling an asshole?
Get off me! Get off. Get off me!
Stop it. Get off! Get off!
Fucking bastards!
Roper. Vinnie Roper, is that you? Looks like a girl's got you with a knife.
You heard Goldie. Fuck off.
All of you. Fuck off!
Margaret Sadovsky. I see you, Margaret. Put that knife down immediately!
You want it, come and get it.
Margaret, I'm going to have you arrested, young lady.
God! Fuck you. You don't even know what happened.
I know what I see. Call the police. Call the police.
It's all my fault. And the boys they were harassing me.
- And the girls they are just trying to help. - Margaret, this is a felony.
You're expelled! You're all expelled. all of you!
Go go go! Go go! We got to go!
Go go go go. He's gonna call the cops!
Vinnie Roper was in league with those guys.
Yah.
He got something like shaking in the balls.
- Get out of the way, asshole! - Sorry.
- Fletcher you stole? - Are we all in trouble?
- Maddy... - Maddy, faster!
What the fuck are you looking at? Huh! What's your problem, bitch?
Oh my God, Goldie!
Come on, in front!
- Did you see the look on his face? - I know, he was like... aaahh.
Careful, Maddy.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
What?
- What ? What? - No, no, no...
- You can't do that. - What if someone sees us?
- You can't be serious. - Here he comes now!
Are you crazy?
- Okay, drive, drive! - Oh, my God!
Go! Go! Go!
- Bye... - Legs, what if he calls the police?
- Oh! Look at that asshole. - Oh my God, Legs!
- Shut up, Rita! Shut up! - Okay.
I'm not gonna kill us us, alright. Just trust me.
Oh, shit!
You're insane, Legs!
- Legs, don't let them catch us. - Just let them try and catch me.
I'm never coming back to this fucking town.
- What we need is a gun. - Yeah, the fool is in to my ass.
Legs, he's right behind us! Go!
Be careful!
Nobody's dead, right?
Girls, is anybody hurt?
I would like to call Mr Abel Sadovsky to the witness stand, please.
Mr. Sadovsky, could you please tell us a bit
about your relationship with your daughter.
Well, I have to admit...
I can't handle her any longer.
She's out of control.
You know how kids are today. I have to raise her all on my own.
You know it's true.
If I remarried after her mother died then maybe things would be different.
Maybe she won't be as difficult.
"Difficult?"
What are you talking about?
We fight, yes. We don't talk very much but difficult.
It's just not true. Besides, you don't even know me.
What are you doing here in your Sunday clothes?
Everybody knows you're a drunk.
You came here to betray me, in front of strangers.
Miss Sadovsky...
Mr. Sadovsky, your daughter...
is she sexually promiscuous?
Oh, what I mean is, does she involve herself with boys?
And do you know if she mixes herself with drugs?
Oh, that is answer enough. Thank you.
Lana Maguire, Violet, Kahn, Rita O'Hagan and Madeleine Wirtz...
you're sentenced to five months probation.
Barbara Siegfried, in spite your direct implication in an act of grand larceny,
you are only sentenced to 12 months probation.
As for you Margaret Sadovsky, charges against you are numerous.
Grand larceny, driving without a license, refusing to obey a police officer,
malicious destruction of property, disorderly conduct,
possession of a concealed weapon, attempted felonious assault
with a deadly weapon, habitual truancy.
On these charges Miss Sadovsky,
I sentence you to 5 months minimum
at Red Banks State Correctional Institute for Girls.
5 months minimum. What's the maximum?
That's up to you, young lady.
Indeterminate sentencing means I could end up staying there till I'm 18.
That make 3 years.
There are adult charged with armed robbery who end up getting less than that.
I bet it's unconstitutional treating kids that way.
Like cos we're minors we're not human!
Miss, we are not here to negotiate the law.
This Court doesn't have any jurisdiction over me.
Really. Is that so? Next case.
FOXFIRE never looks back
We thought we were untouchable, invisible, invincible. But we were wrong.
The others, those we scorned, those we despised,
had taken their revenge on us by ripping out our heart.
Taking Legs from our lives.
And I'm still wondering the same thing today.
How could society have been so afraid of a 15 year old girl?
Whose only wrong was to swallow the sky and promise us the horizon.
Why did we see her such a threat?
Of course, when she was gone, we felt like we weren't ourselves,
as though life had been drained out of us.
Being on probation, and under 18 on top of it, none of us could visit Legs.
That was the cruelest part.
- Have you finished the bedroom 307? - Yes, it's done.
See you tomorrow.
During those long months she was gone,
because I couldn't hear Legs voice, because Foxfire was on hold,
I was unable to write a single word on my machine.
Hi, Mom.
Oh, Maddy...
Sorry to bother you with this, but do you have the $ 15 for utilities?
Yeah. Actually I would.
- Here you are, Mom. - Oh, so nice of you.
"Things are alright here. I'm making some friends here.
We take classes in things like riding and hairstyling and something called
cosmetology. I feel okay."
"They feed us okay. They work us pretty hard, so we're hungry."
"You are all in my thoughts. Hug and kisses to everyone. Legs."
- Is that it? - Yeah. Right.
That's not a letter. That's bullshit. That ain't Legs.
She can't fucking say what she wants.
Fucking assholes censor everything she writes.
Thank you for your very cordial welcome.
The girls are expecting you. Please follow me.
Sorry.
My name is Marianne Kellogg. I could be your big sister, if you like.
Okay yes. Yes.
- What's your name? - Margaret.
Margaret, so nice to meet you.
Shall we sit down?
It's a little awkward I guess but we're just here to visit, really. Just to talk.
Thank you. Would you like some hot chocolate?
Yes, please.
It smells good.
- So, do you like to read? - Yes.
- What do you like to read? - Most things really. Comics, magazines...
I meant... books.
- That too. There's a library here. - Oh, how nice.
I brought you some books, that I very much like.
Thank you, that was very kind of you.
I very much like this one. It's called "Little Women".
It's just the story of four sisters.
They lived with their mother because their father is away fighting the civil war.
It's just the story of a year of their lives, from one Christmas to the next.
The small pleasures and hardships that they face.
Oh but... don't worry. I'm going to read it.
Let's speak of you instead.
- Me? - Yes, you.
What do you keen on doing when you're no longer here?
I don't know. I think about it a lot though. But I still don't know.
All I know is, I will never let another person be in control of my own life.
That's a good resolution.
You know what he did?
Oh, it's really rotten. It's just a damn rotten thing to do.
Walking out of me like that. Seven months pregnant. You just don't do that.
But... I know really why he left. He was ashamed how he behaved...
with the only 2 people in the world in his life who trusted him.
His only daughter and me.
Why is she bothering us with this shit?
I mean isn't today supposed to be a celebration?
Didn't you get it? Legs was right.
That slut with nothing else but a pig snout.
- Oh fuck. There she is! - Shit already?
Legs! Oh, my God!
Let's go!
Come on!
- Hey, Legs! Come on! - Come on!
- Come here!
Come on, Legs!
Okay okay, here I come!
Legs, someone's here.
Marigold, it's so great that you could come.
So good to see you.
Hey girls!
So these are the Dempster sisters. This is Marigold and... What's your name?
- Temma. - Temma.
They are also Lower Town too.
Me and Marigold, we did spend some time together in Red Bank.
It wasn't all fun and games, was it?
- So how long ago did you get out? - About a month.
You must be happy.
Oh God, there's nothing better than... to being out.
Thank God every second, every day that I'm out.
Hey, do you girls want to dance?
Come on, something I wanna show you.
Wow.
It's so beautiful up here.
There were times that I felt so afraid...
thought that Foxfire was just a dream.
Did they hurt you?
It's nothing. My eye just starts bothering every now and then.
A woman did that to me, Maddy. With her thumb, just like that.
Father Theriault thinks it's because of society
that we cannot be brothers and sisters.
Because of capitalism, and having to sell ourselves.
I think it's true but there's more.
For example, why does a girl got to thumb you in the eye?
Yes, men are our enemies. But women and girls can be too.
They seem enough to be like your sisters, but they'd suck your blood if they could.
They've got no good reason to hate you and yet they do.
They simply hate you.
It's disappointing.
You know, to those 5 months you were gone... it's like...
it's simply not living.
We couldn't even see each other, because every time we did, all we could do was
thinking about you and all those horrible things they were doing to you there.
But it's okay. Nobody hurt me.
I was too smart for them.
No when it came time, I escaped.
I turned into a hawk.
FOR SALE
Stop! Pull over!
- What is she doing? - Hey, Legs baby.
We ain't gonna wait around for you.
Watch yourself on some of these weeds here.
Now I'm going to warn you. The house needs a little bit of work.
But everything's in good working order.
- Wow. - Look at it.
- It's so much work. - But we can do it.
Look how big it is.
The house is sturdy.
- It stinks. - Once we clean it up...
Take a look. It's beautiful.
Legs, this place is beautiful. I love it.
- I mean there's a lot of space. - Looks like a pigsty.
Previous renters left in the middle of the night leaving months of back rent.
And the house in a dreadful state of filth.
But the rent is reasonable. 45 dollars a month.
- And how much to buy it? - $ 3200. Negotiable.
- Oh my God. Why not? - Let's see the 2nd floor. Right this way.
Look, I don't want you to make a decision too quickly.
I can feel it. This is our house... our home.
But you shouldn't do this so impulsively, okay. So hot headed.
Lay off, Muriel.
I thought I was going to sign the contract.
- I got the right to my opinion. - Yup!
What experience do you have in keeping up a house, huh?
What experience you have in paying rent every month?
Water, utilities, electricity, taking out the garbage.
What you gonna do in winter, I mean,
when it is really cold and there's a howling blizzard?
I think we can handle it Muriel.
If we all pitch in, we can take care of this house.
Girls... you don't know shit.
A house... even when you're just renting is like getting married.
You want in and then suddenly one day, you want out.
Well, it's nice for you to be concerned, hon, but believe me,
I've been thinking about this for a long time.
Oh, you have, have you? And just since when, smart-ass?
All my fucking life, if you want to know.
There. Three months advance rent.
We have a house!
- I didn't think we could afford it. - Thank you!
# When I was just a little girl
# I asked my mother, "What will I be?"
# Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me.
# Que Sera Sera
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see.
# Que Sera Sera
# What will be, will be.
It isn't easy to know where the story begins.
To go all the way back to the beginning.
How do you pin point the moment when you say:
"Okay, here. Here it is. Now the clocks can start ticking."
However that spring, when the sun shone more brightly than any other spring before
we were all convinced that our story, Foxfire story was starting again.
Here, on this old farm on Oldwick Road, 3 miles south of Hammond.
The rotted shingles on the roof tiles were askew,
the wood siding was seriously weather worn.
But this farm was as beautiful to us as a noble,
old wreck of a schooner, proudly riding the waves.
Above all, it was the house Legs had chosen for us.
A house which according to her, was to become a refuge for all girls,
all women, all of our suffering sisters.
Hey you guys.
We have about 12 or so dollars to last us till the end of the month.
Well, I guess we will be starving till the rest of the month.
No need to be so dramatic Rita.
I mean, maybe we can have breakfast with that every once in a while.
What's this?
- Legs! - Fuck!
- Where the fuck did you get all that dough? - None of your business.
No one needs to explain themselves, alright.
We just contribute what we can or can't.
I don't have much but I put my hours in at the diner.
If you don't have anything to give, it doesn't matter.
I've never seen that much money in my life.
Lana, how much is there?
A hundred and twenty dollars
and fifty six cents.
- That's incredible! - Let's have a party, huh!
Oh, definitely won't start now.
Stop that. Come on. Do it tomorrow.
But so much's happened. We'll never get the chance to write it all down.
- What did you say? - Nothing.
- No, we heard you say something. - Nothing I tell you.
Come on girls, go to bed.
Okay girls, I want to go to sleep now.
Fine.
We are feeling lonely next door.
Oh, this is unbelievable.
We have so many rooms in this house and you have to bug us.
Come on, Maddy. It's the first night.
- Oh Rita no! - Hi, Maddy.
Make room everyone.
- Where am I suppose to put my mattress? - Make some room!
- Good night, girls. - Good night Rita.
- Look at the * stones and the headlights. - Look at seats, it's so nice.
I don't understand how you expect me to work like that.
Come on, Acey, would I really waste your time?
- Hey Mister! - Hey.
- I love this car. How much? - I love it too. It's too much.
You can't afford it, I'm pretty sure.
Hey girls. What about this car over here? Huh. Isn't she a beauty.
Is it sale?
Hey Acey, yesterday you told me 400.
400? I don't remember saying something that stupid.
Maybe you were drunk.
Drunk? If I was drunk, I still wasn't stupid.
It's an $800 car. It's not a $400 car.
What are they saying? Rita, what are they saying?
I think we're going to make a deal.
It sounds like we're going to wrap it here.
Come on, Acey. 500?
Well. Okay, sweetheart. Since it's for you. You win.
So 500 it is. Didn't believe me, did you?
Hey girls, this is our car. What do you think, huh?
God! It's those assholes Viscounts.
This beer's disgusting. It's warm. We need an icebox.
We need a lot of things.
We need new curtains, for example. Curtains and rugs.
We need food.
- A lot of food. - Maybe some steaks.
Hey guys, we need gas for lightning bolt right?
Well, I know how to steal it.
Whoa! It's so gross. Disgusting.
Yeah, but you guys are forgetting the most important part.
What's that?
- Beer and cigarettes! - And reefer.
Yeah, reefer!
That sounds great but we really
really do need to think about starting to stick to a budget.
Again she goes again.
I'm just saying. I mean if we are going to survive here,
we need to start cleaning up finances...
Maddy, we're not here to survive though, we're here to live, alright.
And to live well. I mean, isn't that what Foxfire deserve?
Yeah!
Give me it.
- Come on! Hurry! Let's go.! - Okay.
The other way! Told you the other way. It's not going to fit.
I told you!
See?
Do you solemnly swear to consecrate yourself to your sisters in Foxfire?
Yes, I swear.
To abide by Foxfire's vision of the world?
Yes, I swear.
- That I'd die rather than to fail? - Yes, I swear.
So Agnes, welcome to Foxfire.
Um, now you'll have to help out with the household chores, obviously.
I mean, I think that's the best way for you to get to know everyone.
Don't worry. She did everything at home anyway.
Since I got married, I've been taking care of the laundry, cooking, the cleaning...
And not just for asshole husband either, for his brother's too.
Um, I guessed Lana explained to you how things usually work with money around here?
Yes, that's no problem. I don't earn a lot, I'll be happy to share.
- What did you do with windows? - We boarded them up. What did you think?
We didn't have another choice now, did we?
Hey, we're not here to talk about that. We do officially welcome Agnes to the gang.
- Oh, you're the one who asked. - I know.
In our time, this kind of ceremonies were very special.
Seems like some of us don't have to get up for work in the morning!
- That's the first 3 months? - Yeah, we barely break even.
We need... even I'm spending almost no money on the house.
Like we're just surviving.
And our biggest expense obviously aside from rent, is the food.
Shit.
Sorry, love.
We don't even make ends meet, even with the new girls?
Well, we don't really bring in that much money.
I mean, two of us working, well three now, including Agnes.
Yes, but we're not going to start choosing girls based on their income Maddy.
Legs, I never said that.
No, you didn't say that.
Apparently I saw you being all nice with Agnes because you know she earns money.
You don't even realise it.
Come on, get up. Wake up! Come on, wake up, Maddy! Come on!
Violet, get out of bed! All of you. Everybody, get up!
"Money, money, money!"
It's the only word I can hear it. It's ringing in my fucking head.
Ding dong ding! Everyone wake up!
Goldie!
It is the only fucking word that I can hear. Marcia get up!
Listen to me! Lana, wake up!
Fuck! This is not what I dreamed about.
We have to find a solution. All of us, together.
Instead we just sit around and argue about fruit loops and
butter and broken windows. It's ridiculous.
- Legs, just calm down... - Your anxiety has got me all strung up!
Alright there's no point in worrying. It paralyzing, it's smothering me!
I want us to talk.
I want us to have ideas.
I don't want us to act like poor little girls trembling at the idea of being punished.
Believe me. We can do anything. Alright, Foxfire burns and burns.
We have to search for money where it is. And it's in the pockets of men.
And that money belongs to us.
- This is too much? - How do you like the color?
I guess a little more around the edges there.
Uh-huh.
- Let's see. - Yeah, it's not quite even.
Yeah, you know a little bit more around there.
Okay.
Perfect.
- May I sit down? - Please do.
- I'm Jerry. - I'm Elaine.
- Jerry, you're too kind. - No, not at all.
A young lady should never walk home alone at night.
- My car is just up here. - Oh great!
- Really, it's no trouble at all. - I don't want to be a bother.
- No, it's practically on my way. - Okay.
- It's this way. - Oh, great.
Hey mister! What do you think you are doing?
Wait, wait a minute girls. What's going on here?
You're not such a hotshot now, are you?
Hey, I didn't do anything. We were just talking. I didn't touch her. Ask her.
Oh what? You speak with your hands?
Your wife know you kiss young girls in the parking lot?
Okay look, just take my wallet okay. It's all I have.
- And the watch. - Oh! And the ring.
Thank you.
- You have to explain that to your wife. - Bye!
Alright, get in!
I'm so proud of you, Rita.
Oh! It went really well.
I was sitting alone at the diner, and I saw this man come in.
We looked at each other and he came over and...
You should have seen jock. He was so scared, he almost peed in his pants.
Cool man. I wish I'd been there.
Don't worry, you'll get your chance.
- So, you weren't afraid? - No, he was a really nice guy actually.
And not bad looking either.
You poor brat. You are just too addicted to guys.
When any jock try to lay a finger on me, I'm going to smash his face in.
There's no danger in that Goldie, you'd make them run the other way.
I don't give a damn. I don't need men.
Well, in any case, you'd never be bait.
I'd rather be the hook than the bait, knucklehead.
Come on guys, stop being stupid. Alright, tonight we're celebrating.
- To Rita. - To Rita!
NO
So that three for and eight against.
You really are a bunch of hypocrites, aren't you.
You don't want Marigold because she is colored.
Oh come on Legs. You know that's not it.
I don't have a problem with Negroes, you know that.
So, what's the problem then?
You think that just because she's your friend,
we're going to line up and vote for her.
- That's not how Foxfire works, Legs. - Who do you think you are, VV?
You've been with us just a month and you think you know what Foxfire's all about.
What do you think that you're the keeper of the Foxfire flame?
- The pures of the pures? - Shut up, Legs.
You think we're just gonna let Snow White walk in here like she's family?
Oh, really smart, Goldie.
You disgust me.
You think your ass is lily white don't you?
That you're better than any color, no matter who, no matter where.
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. Fuck you, Sadovsky.
Fuck yourself!
I'll take you back to town.
I'll get it, Martha.
I'm so glad you could come.
What does the "Windward "mean?
It's an old story. Come in.
Windward is the name of was an old castle
that my father's family used to own in Scotland.
Come in.
We chose the name, because we felt it described the house well.
The wind can be so cold here in winter. It can be quite frigid.
Come in. I thought we could sit in the living room.
Have a seat.
- Margaret. - Mrs. Kellogg.
- Now have a seat. - Make yourself at home.
So Marianne tells me you have plans for the future.
Mother, she just sat down. Allow her to catch her breath.
In fact I'd like to go to secretarial school as soon I've saved up enough money.
- What is your job now? - I am a salesgirl at Kresgies.
Oh we love Kresgies. We go there all the time. Don't we, Marianne?
I'm not at the Main Street store, I'm at the Lower Town store.
You know Margaret dear, you might want to allow us, I mean, Whitney and I...
Whitney is daddy.
You might allow my husband and I to help you with your schooling.
Secretarial school is such a good idea.
There is a very fine school right here in Hammond.
I believe Whitney has hired a number of girls from there over the years.
Secretaries, filing clerks, stenographers...
I don't know what else.
Books?
That would be a good idea, Margaret. For you future wouldn't it?
Oh yes, as long as it isn't charity, I mean.
If it's just a loan.
Oh sorry. Where's the damn light switch.
Oh wow.
- It's beautiful. - Like it?
Veronica, you are a goddess.
- Who's that? - I ordered a bottle of champagne.
Are you crazy? I'm already completely tipsy.
- You can't stay here. - No?
No. I mean that gib... Go hide in the bathroom. Your shoes.
I'll be right there.
- Hi. How are you? - Good.
What the hell is she doing?
Be patient. Can't you guys ever trust one another?
Are you kidding me? It's Violet. She gonna do whatever the hell she wants.
Yeah, she thinks she's like a movie star or something.
Shut up! She's gonna come out at some point.
Veronica!
Veronica, are you all right?
Oh, please don't hurt me. I'm only 15. I just want to go.
Okay, okay. I don't understand. I'm not going to touch you.
I ran away from home this morning. My dad's a Colonel in the army.
The police are definitely looking for me. I just wanna leave. Don't touch me.
Look! It was never my intention to lay a hand on you, you know that.
I would never hurt you. I would never hurt a hair on your head.
Please, please. Look. I have a daughter.
I do... I have a daughter. She is your age.
Just let me go.
Finally.
How much?
- 136 tax-free dollars. - What the hell did you get up to?
You know, we waited over an hour for you.
Let's just say I slightly changed the technique.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
Nice job, Violet.
- It's done. - Thank you.
- Oop. Careful. - Mm. It's so good.
- Your chocolate. - Thank you. And here's the change.
- Thank you. - You have a nice day, lady.
- Bye. - Okay see you.
- He's cute. - Not bad.
I love chocolate.
- You know. This is the life, guys. - Really is.
Go go. Legs! Faster!
Yes!
Yeah! Touchdown.
Maddy is a sweet kid, right.
Just between you and me, I don't think she has the guts for it.
When Maddy puts her mind to it, she can do anything.
Well, maybe she just not pretty enough.
- Who's talking. - What are you talking about?
Maddy is every bit as pretty as I am, and I've been doing okay, haven't I.
Maybe she is just not charming enough.
Goldie, just because guys don't look at you,
doesn't mean you have to take it out on Maddy.
No! Don't you get it?
There's just something not right about her.
Well, I don't understand what you're talking about then.
Yah, maybe Goldie's right.
- In fact, I don't really trust Maddy. - I don't trust her either.
She's just not one of us.
It's not always easy the first time. Don't panic.
I'm telling you, I won't panic!
You know, I like you. I really like you.
Don't just go for any guy. Don't go for lame brains.
Watch how he's dressed, how he speaks.
Where the fuck is she going?
It's a dumb call. She's going to fuck everything up.
Let her be. She'll be alright.
Oh! I'm sorry. Thank you.
What the fuck?
What is she doing?
She's crazy.
- Are you follow this bus around all night? - Stop complaining. Cool it.
- Where are you getting off? - Colton. And you?
The other side of the river. A little restaurant, I like.
- Oh really? - Mm hm.
Best steak in town. What do you say?
Well, I am hungry, and I do love steak.
That's great.
I am a Chick. What is your name? - Margaret.
Margaret.
Well Margaret, I never imagine spending an evening with such a young, pretty girl.
You're very kind.
You're gonna like this place. I take my mom there all the time.
- She really likes it. - That's so sweet.
It's actually easier this way. It's a shortcut.
Yeah, there's no doubt about it, Margaret.
In a few years, you're gonna be a true beauty.
Why in a few years?
You're a little young, aren't you?
Did your parents to know where you are? This way, it's okay.
Don't be afraid.
Now, we both know what you are, don't we?
- You are a runaway, aren't you? - No!
Huh, you're a little runaway that likes to flirt with strangers, aren't you?
No! No!
No don't. It's okay, it's okay.
Don't you know it's dangerous play with fire?
You little slut.
You do know it's dangerous, don't you?
No!
Is this what you want? You want me to hurt you?
No, I don't! Please!
You want me to rip your head off? Oh, I'll rip you.
I'll rip you right where it counts. - Mommy!
- You slut! - No!
No!
- Maddy... - I'm fine.
You know. You are just beyond stupid. Letting yourself get led away like that.
What would you have done if we hadn't have been here?
You realise the risk that you made us take.
- Goldie, that's enough. - You really are just a little shit.
You know I was scared for you.
- He could have killed you, Maddy. - Yeah, I know.
Legs, what happened to us?
Something's changed.
My uncle Mason and Ethan. Hey uncle Simon and aunt Matilda.
And Matilda and her mother Elizabeth.
There. Whitney Kellogg, Jr., daddy.
Isn't he handsome?
Yes.
Mama says in that photo you can see his soul shining through his eyes.
And your father? You don't speak of him.
- He died in the war, is that right? - I think so. They never recovered his body.
It must be hard. The tests that Jesus gives us to show our faith in him.
No, it's not hard, not if he is with you all along. It's easy.
They're beautiful.
I've had an idea. I was wondering if you want to come to church with us this Sunday?
I know daddy would love to meet you.
This Sunday? I have to visit my grandmother in Plattsburgh.
- Maybe the following Sunday? - Yeah. Maybe.
My... That's my father's office. It's locked.
And that's my parents private suite. They prefer I don't go in there.
You mean to say that you don't have the right to go into your own parents' bedroom?
It's their private space, like my bedroom is my private space.
- They're not home, right? - Yes but... Margaret, what are you doing?
Margaret, I... I just don't think that you should touch...
Um... my mother.
It's probably very expensive, and my mother would much prefer to...
Your mother would what? Your mother is not here!
Margaret. Margaret, I really do think...
It's not... Oh! That's very expensive...
What do you think?
Oh wow.
- Hold on to this. - What?
Daddy's gonna get you. Watch out!
Daddy's gonna get you!
Don't you try to get away from me!
Where do you think you're going?
I told you. Daddy's gonna get you.
All the memories I have from this period are muddled.
My notes I took were nothing but desperate scribbles.
Fragments, that stopped short as if the writer was interrupted or lost heart.
Legs bought weapons from Acey Holman. For our protection, she said.
To avoid other incidents like what happened to me with the man from the bus.
But we could feel that something else was going on.
More than ever, Legs was like a shooting star, in perpetual movement.
And we were like cosmic dust, twirling in the comet's wake.
Only she knew where she was headed and we followed.
But the truth was, none of us understood what was brewing in her head.
Guys, I can't do this. I'm terrified of guns.
Violet, you try it. Maybe I'll go later.
Hey, it's really not that hard, guys.
This blind and reckless journey excited some,
as for me, I stayed out of it. Maybe my choice,
maybe to other girls' suspicious looks.
In reality, I didn't know it yet, but I was scared.
Marianne and I, of course, went to the galleries
but Whitney wouldn't hear a word about it,
he wanted to go somewhere called Astoria and visit the Steinway Museum.
We had to look at pianos for three days.
- I'll get it. - Thank you kindly.
I'm so glad you called. I can't tell you how much.
I was so afraid you won't call.
No, no, it's quite alright. Now it's forgotten.
Don't worry about it. I put away everything before they returned home.
They didn't notice a thing. Subject closed.
You know you're still invited.
Yes, to church. My father would love to meet you.
Oh, Marianne. I'd be delighted.
I don't know how to thank you.
But I just have one favour to ask of you. I'd like to invite a friend.
She is so sad and so lonely. Her mother died of cancer just last year.
She's a good girl, you'll see. You won't be disappointed.
Alright, next Sunday then. Goodbye.
Darling, why don't take the chair...
- Not a little bit too long? - Oh, no no. Not at all.
Veronica, why don't you have a seat right here, beside me.
Davis, I want you on the end seat. Claire you can sit next to him.
- Father, I think you know your place. - Thank you very much.
Alright. Have a seat everybody.
Thank you.
Davis, Claire, Susan,
I'd like you to meet two incredibly amazing young ladies, friends of Marianne's.
Ah, this is Veronica and this is Margaret.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Some people rise to the top, some do not.
You know you don't have to eat finish. Look, I only eat half my plate.
Why do some people rise to the top?
While others do not, or cannot or I don't know, perhaps they don't want to.
I mean, that is a riddle. Isn't it girls?
Most probably.
So, what about you girls? What are your plans for the future?
Well, when I finish studying for bookkeeping,
I'd like to open up my own beauty salon.
I have the impression that in order to get ahead, you need to be your own boss.
Well, Veronica, what do you hope to do?
- I hope to work for Margaret. - Ah, yes at her beauty salon.
Well, you'll be her most persuasive advertisement.
Um, in the mean time, I need a job.
Real bad. Any type of sales or office work, would be good.
- Isn't that right, Margaret? - Yes, any kind of job will do.
Those who really want it...
and were driven by a faith in themselves, and also in God
of course always reach their goals, for God helps those...
who help themselves.
You know, what I like about you girls. You don't complain.
You know what dignity is. And dignity is what is missing from our society.
And everybody is a whiner. Everybody is asking for their rights.
And we live in a society of welfare cripples.
Everywhere. The commie backed unions.
They're making their moves. They're recommending sick leave.
Sick leave. They want to be paid for being sick. Can you believe this?
Pay me for being drunk, and falling into a machine.
It is a plot to crush us. To suck our blood. I'll tell you what the problem is.
The problem is the Communist.
There is an insidious Commie influence... socialist, pinkles whatever
and it is destroying the foundations of our society. It is like a cancer.
- Here we go again. - But I can't say I disagree with him.
- You want me to cut the cake? - Yes.
- Alright. - Lovely idea.
- Veronica? - Yes.
- Can you type? - Oh, I love to type. Don't I, Margaret?
Cause I believe I have an opening,
maybe two for stenographers in the branch street office.
- Mr. Kellogg, how could we thank you? - Oh, it's Marianne you should thank.
It's thanks to her that I passed it for us.
Well, I can't promise anything, but I will call at my earliest convenience.
- Thank you very much for having us. - Yes, lovely to meet you both.
They are great.
He is nice.
I had a wonderful time today, didn't you?
I don't know... They are nice people, and...
Marianne and Mrs. Kellogg, they all try to make us feel at home.
Shut it.
A million dollars, Maddy.
And we could pay off all our fucking debts and all our bills forever.
You know, one big final hook, and you've got it made.
You're the only one against it.
- We took a vote. - I'm not comfortable with it, okay.
Ever since you brought those guns home...
I've never asked you to use a gun, Maddy.
Now the only thing you'd have to do is help plan things.
What's important is that you help me write the perfect ransom note.
You know, maybe we need more than one. Get them ready ahead of time.
So there's no last minute panic and fuck-ups.
You're the only one who can write this ransom note correctly.
- The way it should be written. - Legs, that's bullshit.
You don't need me anymore.
- No, I wasn't. - You know, it's no use denying it Rita.
I saw you through a Sentry theater.
You're a the very back of the theater at the furthest left hand corner.
I saw you. You have this on your shoulder. You were kissing.
- Wait. What are you talking about? - Collis. Collis Connors.
The guy from the ice cream store across from the school.
Oh! The cute guy with the dark hair.
Oh yah. The guy with the soft voice, right?
Stop it, you guys. I don't give a damn about him.
You know why you give a damn?
Because you love those sappy films together, don't you?
Whoa VV. What are you? A snitch or something? Fuck off.
- Is it true, Rita? - What?
Is it true?
Yes. We went on three dates.
It was nothing. He's a nice guy.
No, it's not nothing, Rita. You know that.
Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. I swear it, Legs.
You better not. Cause no matter what you did, you should get a suspension.
Enough VV! We don't need a lesson on the rules.
Shut up, will you.
VV has just as much of a right to her opinion as the rest of us.
I thought we were all equal here?
Agnes, Patty, Jennie, Toy, we're all new here.
But we all swore. So what if you're the elders?
So what if you created the rules and explained them to us?
So much the better if I remind you of them every once in a while.
Look like you need us. We are new blood.
Any day I got to die for you. Any of you, I would.
Look, today we got to respect the rules, more than ever.
Because what lies ahead, well it's not going to be easy.
And when you trust to get through it,
cause without trust everything will fall apart... Get all fucked up.
So from now on, no more lies, no more secrets,
no more rule bending,
and no more elders.
Because we're all here together. We are all Foxfire. And that's it.
Okay, baby. If you want to leave,
you want to quit Foxfire, I'll understand.
I can make it all right with the others too.
But...
Where else am I gonna go?
SEPTEMBER 13 1956: X iled. This morning, I have to leave the farm.
Now, as we approach the end, I find it hard to continue.
Not just because I was about to lose Legs forever,
but especially because, in violation of the sacred oath to Foxfire I took,
I decided to refuse to cooperate.
I failed to behave with the utmost fidelity and loyalty
when such were required of me at this crucial moment.
I had to leave this house.
Of course the girls wanted an explanation.
But Legs made it so I wouldn't have to justify myself before the others.
Avoiding a formal procedure, that would have surely ended in a trial.
Banishment would have been unbearable.
Depressed and sick with regret, she just invited me to leave,
and made me promise that I would never reveal Foxfire plans.
In my memory, Rita had been expelled a few days before me.
Yet, according to my notes, she was still there the day of my departure.
- It's funny, because I don't remember. - How did you feel?
In fact she was exiled, almost unanimously, a week later.
She was accused of not breaking up with Collis Connor.
They're becoming too serious.
These are my last notes.
Everything that happened following that day, I read many years later.
LOCAL GIRL GANG TIED TO INTERNATIONAL RED TERRORISTS
That's Scott, went to high school. And he's the Accounts Manager.
Exit, the safe.
And I am so sorry that I have to show you the office at this late hour,
because I can't find a minute to myself during the day so...
Oh but Mr. Kellogg, it's so nice of you to give us so much of your time.
No no no, I'm the one who should be thanking you, because
if you saw the army of old hags that work here all day long, you'd understand.
I am begging you, please do not become like them, okay?
As long as it isn't contagious, I don't think there's any risk.
Really, you're incredible. You know the good it does me to meet people like you.
It just... feels so good to have a laugh.
Don't you laugh very often?
Oh no no. Don't be mistaken. I love my profession, I adore my family
and both of you know what an angel Marianne is. But you girls are different.
It's very kind of you to say.
I just suggested to Veronica, that maybe we could continue this lovely evening
in a little restaurant down by the river in Morganstown.
- What do you say? - That's fine with me.
Excellent. Come on.
Ladies...
Just to the left here, okay.
We'll be there in about half an hour.
- Stop where you are! - No no no. Don't shoot!
Don't shoot. Take my wallet. I'll give you all the money I have.
Just take the keys, take the wallet.
- Please, don't shoot. - Shut up.
- Don't shoot. He's a nice guy. - Take my wallet, the car, anything you want.
- Anything you want. - I don't want your wallet, it's you I want.
Don't you get it old man! If you co-operate nothing will happen to you!
Now, move it! Move your ass!
- Hey! Hey! Come back here! - I don't know them.
Shut your mouth, or I'll blow it off! Don't you get it! This is a kidnapping.
Your life for a ransom.
- Get tally. - Please, have a wife and daughter.
Please don't hurt the girls! They have nothing to do with this.
I don't know them.
Please, look at me! Please. They won't call the police.
Please...
Get up!
- Go! - Please don't hurt the girls!
Your feet in!
Come on!
Damn it!
- Move it! - Come on. Hurry up, down the stairs!
- Hello? - Listen to me. We got your husband.
I'm sorry?
He's okay now. Don't call the police, you understand? You got it?
Do just like we say, and nobody gets hurt.
Who is this?
Hello?
Come on. Say: "I'm alright and if I do what I'm told I'll be home soon."
Come on mister! Please!
Damn it. Please!
Fine. Do you want me to blow your fucking your brains out?
What's a million dollars to you? What's a million dollars!
I can't believe a man as rich as you would rather die than pay off.
Hey guys. Everything's fine.
Don't worry. Everything is going exactly as we planned.
I promise you, in two days, it'll all be over.
I need a nap.
Somebody needs to watch him.
Come on you old man. You have to eat!
We made you a good dinner!
Do you want to die of hunger?
Oh fine, then just croak. The sooner the better.
Alright, what you got there?
I'm sick of taking care of this asshole shit.
Hello?
What have you done with my father?
Where is he?
You monsters! Would you just answer me!
Answer me!
Hello?
How can I pay you if I don't know if he's alive?
Did you kill him? Please, please have mercy, please have mercy on him!
What the fuck am I supposed to do, lady?
He refuses to talk. What am I supposed to do?
He refuses to talk to you!
Don't you ever don't feel lonely? Far away from home.
What about your wife?
And your children.
We don't want to hurt you, Mr. Kellogg.
But we need your help now.
If we called your wife on the phone, would you talk to her?
You have to talk to her!
I'm praying for you, Margaret.
I'm praying for the salvation of your soul.
We can't keep on like this.
He has to talk to her.
Shit! Are you off your walker?
How are we going to manage to get him to a phone booth?
Do you have a better solution?
Good idea, Legs. Just bring him right to the middle of town, well... You're mad.
Okay now, you listen to me.
We're gonna call your wife and you're gonna talk to her.
We'll leave, you and me. Come on.
- Come on, get up! - Get up! Get up!
- Get up! - Hack! I'm not coming!
Who is that bitch? Get away from me!
- Get away from me! - VV no! VV!
Oh my!
I didn't mean to. I didn't want to.
Legs...
I even tried...
Hey, you're not going to die, are you?
Oh, Jesus!
Jesus Christ, Jesus...
It's not Jesus just going to help you. It's us.
We have to call an ambulance.
Listen to me. You're not going to die.
Alright. We'll help you. Just hang on.
We fucked up. Okay, and you girls, you need to leave now.
Go! Leave! Come on. All of you.
You have nothing to feel guilty about. It wasn't your idea.
You didn't participate in the kidnapping. You can leave! You can go!
Come on. Go! Leave!
- But Legs... - Come on, let's go! Go!
- Legs, what about you? - Get the hell out of here.
Don't worry about me. Come on! Go!
Don't you get it? It's over!
Run!
Run.
Run...
What are you still doing here?
Legs, what if the fucker croaks. It'd be for the best, you know?
You're gonna do like I said.
- I don't need you guys. You can go. - You know, I'm not leaving without you.
- Me, neither. - We're finishing this together, Legs.
I already told you: He got hit in the chest and he's bleeding pretty bad.
You need to send an ambulance.
Oldwick Road, 3 miles south from Hammond.
An old farmhouse.
With a rusty old mailbox and with no name on it.
Never mind who's calling. Just come get him okay.
Let's get the fuck out of here!
208 for a fine 10 miles, well 502
heading north towards Iron Bridge. Requesting backup.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Now they're sending me down to Quincy, New Mexico.
Oh! It's always way.
Everyone else gets nice, beautiful places and I get seconded to backups.
Well, I tell you what. In six months you can go to Alaska.
I've always dreamed of going to Alaska.
Maddy? Maddy Wirtz!
Rita!
- What are you doing here? - Nothing in particular. I just...
I come back from time to time for a vacation.
- Is she yours? - Yeah.
Hello baby. You're so beautiful.
Hello, pretty girl.
Holy shit!
You're beautiful.
Man, we did some crazy things, didn't we?
- When you think about it... - A home we share...
And the others?
Lana and Goldie... you know they got caught, don't you?
Well, they left town after they got out of prison. That's all I know.
Have you heard from Legs?
No, no no I haven't.
- Uh, have you? - No, no not a word. No.
But I heard from Goldie and Lana, that VV and her headed north?
Well, yeah. That's what I heard too.
You know they never found the car?
I'm convinced that Legs and VV crossed the border into Canada.
- Really? - Um hm.
Maddy, I got something to show you.
Not many people know about it.
Jesus, Maddy...
One night I happen to see this in the paper,
years ago it was and such coincidence too
because I don't read politics and that sort of thing but
I saw this on the front page, and I thought
"Oh, my God, it's her! "
Castro In Sierra Maestra Jungle With Closest Allies
Maddy?
It is her, isn't it?
Well, it turns out Toni... Remember Toni?
She saw it in the front page too. And she recognized Legs straightaway.
Maddy? You're awfully quiet.
It's her, isn't it?
Rita, um I just...
- I don't know. - Well, fuck it. I know.
Maddy. Maddy, it's me, Legs!
Maddy, come on. Get up!
Fuck Maddy. You gonna let me in or what?
Shhh, my mom's sleeping.
You know, I should have believed in God and all that crap.
And the immortality of the soul.
So, see, don't believe we have... souls and all that?
Yeah, probably we do.
But, well, it doesn't mean we gonna last forever.
Like a flame. It's real enough isn't it?
How it's still burning.
Even if there's a time when it's gonna go out.
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