Liza Page #2

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It happened in Germany

in the 18th Century.

A monk was tried

for making love to a dog.

He loved solitude.

Through mortification

he is fulfilled.

He was a religious man

and perhaps yearned for holiness.

But one day he meets

a beautiful b*tch.

He follows her but loses track of her.

He sees her again the next day

and in the following days.

The dog seems to want to attract him.

Until one day,

he follows her to a barn

and they make love.

People say the devil took

the shape of the dog

to tempt him.

The monk was tried and burnt alive.

- And the b*tch?

- Her as well.

Who's coming?

A Foreign Legion commando.

- They're looking for a deserter.

- A deserter?

It's not the first time.

If they find him, they'll kill him.

No! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone, you bastards!

Liza, come here.

- Help him!

- How?

- They're killing him!

- They always do that.

They seek refuge on this island

thinking it's safe,

then they get caught like rats!

There's nothing I can do.

Do you want a biscuit?

What will you do to that man?

Unfortunately, there are regulations.

- Come here!

- Do you need help, miss?

Liza, come here!

We've got trouble!

Rest.

Move!

Get up and walk!

You mustn't speak to anyone, okay?

Walk!

Come on!

Move! One of these days

I'll smash your head in!

Don't try running away!

Move it!

Move it, come on!

Come on!

I'll put chains on you!

You bite as well?

Leave my hand alone!

Let go or I'll kill you!

Let go!

Get up, come on!

Get in your place!

Get up! Get to your bed!

Get to your bed!

There!

So you bite, do you?

Go on!

Do you want to bite?

Get down here!

What's wrong?

Why did you come here?

Mum tried to kill herself.

She's still in hospital.

- It's blackmail.

- No, she wants to see you.

Of course.

Your hair's grown.

Are you well?

Are you happy?

I asked to be left alone.

So. How's it going, Paolo?

I've got a girlfriend now.

Stay calm.

Calm down, I'm here.

Do you know these glasses

were invented by the Eskimos?

These glasses! Why are you

in this sort of Pantheon?

With your dried fish, your gas lamp.

Who do you think you are?

- A wild man? A survivor?

- So?

- I do as I want.

- What do you want?

Here.

- Are you hungry?

- Yes, a bit.

Self service!

The last story you drew

was good.

Thanks. I'm working, as you can see.

And you get the money you need.

Eat up.

So, you're alright then?

Yes, but what about your wife?

You'll have to decide one day.

Come here.

If I took you with me,

I'd never come back.

Let me come with you.

No.

You'll wait here for me.

You'll look after the house.

I'll come back.

Take me with you, Giorgio!

- Don't you know where your mum is?

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