Alraune Page #3

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# I'll just find me another,

# there are so many!

Sir? Thank you!

Alma, you did that wonderfully!

What's the matter?

Don't be like that!

Gentlemen?

If you allow me.

One hundred mark?

Are you serious?

Waiter, a glass of cognac! Make it snappy!

Come here.

Well?

What are you staring at, kid?

Cheers! Let it flow down.

Allow me!

Whoops!

Come along.

Come, come!

Next time you're coming, don't be so modest, understand?

Hello! Allow me, gentlemen!

Please give me some of it, too!

I like sparkling wine so much!

Well, here. But slowly!

And now write down your name, sign here.

- My name? - Your name, like this.

Al-ma...

Rau-ne.

All right.

Thank you.

Well, now I've done everything you wanted.

Come, my child.

Come. Come, let's go.

Slowly, slowly.

Slowly, that's it.

# I'll find me another, there are so many!

Slowly, slowly.

Pangs of conscience?

I don't want to have anything to do with is affair anymore.

One moment.

I thought you could help us with the execution of the experiment.

We're going to have some difficulties with that splendid girl.

After all, we'll have to bottle her up for about nine months,

and it can't be done using violence.

And?

You've got very little to do.

Perhaps you could keep the lovely girl company

during the critical months?

I'm willing to spend a little sum on it.

- You want to turn me into a pimp? - You're crazy!

You... fool!

Privy Councillor ten Brinken sends his best thanks for your kindness, Doctor.

Don't mention it, dear colleague. We're always happy to serve science.

Here come the visitors.

Move on!

The Creation of my Alraune

Hello, Privy Councillor!

I asked you to come here in order to help with an experiment.

With rats?

With human beings.

Ready?

The princess will assist us.

If you please.

17 years have passed since ten Brinken conducted his bold experiment.

The fruit of the daring venture was a girl child

that ten Brinken raised in his home and passed off as his niece.

Nothing can be found.

No.

What do you mean, no?

Listen, I'll go to her and quit service!

You can find a job any day where you don't risk your neck with every drive.

Well?

Shall I?

Yes, woman, go. If you can do it.

And how I can do it!

You shall see!

Have you finished your essay, Woelfchen?

I can't work now.

I always think of you.

Why do you always think of me?

Because I love you, Alraune.

But I don't love you.

Well, Frau Raspe?

What is it? Where are you going?

We want to quit, Jakob.

Quit?

Then you'd better go up to the young miss.

What is the matter?

The matter?

Don't pretend you don't know what's the matter in this house.

Who is in command since the miss returned from the boarding house?

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