Romulus, My Father Page #2
which star's which.
MITRU:
I bet I do.That's the Southern Cross.
I knew it.
Orion?
Mm-hm.
That bright one there's Venus.
Oh, she's beautiful.
I bet you don't know
which one is Constellation Mitru.
Oh, yeah? Which one's that?
Just the most handsome constellation
in the whole universe.
There's no such thing.
Oh, yes, there is.
Just 'cause you don't know
about it...
Muti reckons that you can tell
what's going to happen by the stars.
CLANGING, LOW VOICES
I don't think so.
Not me, anyway.
I know you and Muti
are living together in Maryborough.
I don't reckon
No.
I mean, why would they be interested?
True.
Very true. (Laughs)
We need to talk about
what's going to happen.
Nothing's going to happen.
That's what's going to happen now.
We need to decide what to do.
What's different? Nothing's changed.
You're with other man.
You've always been with other men.
So why did you marry me, then?
If you don't love me,
then why don't you divorce me?
Cristal.
Why? Why not?
Because you need me.
MITRU:
I think I should leave.Could you please
take me to the station?
(Slams door)
MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVS
how they used to be...
..when we were friends.
MOTORBIKE APPROACHES
ENGINE REVS LOUDLY
ENGINE RATTLES:
ENGINE SPUTTERS:
CRASH !
My darling.
How long do you reckon
you're going to stay?
As long as you need me, darling.
What about Mitru?
Will he be alright without you?
Do you like Mitru?
He's a kind man.
Don't you think?
I think Papi's better.
KNOCK AT DOOR:
Whoo-hoo!
Hi, Hora.
Hi.
What did you get? What did you get?
What did you get?
Oranges! Can I have one now?
Of course you can.
Im going to have one too.
They're for Raimond's
school lunches.
(Sings softly in German)
(Barks)
What are you doing?
Hora?
What are you doing?
Raimond. Rai.
GUNSHO Why are you shooting the chooks?
Raimond!
Hora, what are you doing?
Raimond, be quiet.
GUNSHO Hora, stop!
Hora! Stop.
GUNSHO Please, Hora, stop it!
No, Hora, please don't.
(Grunts)
Hora! Stop.
Stop.
Hora! Stop it.
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
They're sick, alright?
They're all sick.
DULL THUDDING:
How could you do that?
I had no choice.
You enjoyed it.
You are insane.
You buried the chickens alive.
I don't have to put up with this.
Why don't you leave, then?
We don't need you.
And who'll look after
Raimond then, huh? You?
Where will the money come from?
Who'll cook and clean?
We'd find a way.
Then find a way.
You buy the food.
Cook dinner from now on.
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