Stroszek Page #3

You can't even make enough

to get our things out of hock.

Bastards!

Come on, show us

your garbage dump.

Go on shitface!

Here!

Here's a little crown

for our little queenie.

End of the dumping.

Eva, get up.

Don't be afraid, it's me, Bruno.

Don't worry.

I made you some tea

and brought you some cookies.

Here, take it.

Take it, Eva.

Drink a little, at least.

What happened?

Eva?

Don't ask, Bruno.

Two pounds of grapes and...

...two pounds of tangerines for Eva.

If it ain't our creepy

piano player in creepy person.

Play!

Now turn around a little,

round and round. Now up you go.

Kneel down. Kneel down, I said!

Come on, come on.

Where's my whip?

Kneel, you bastard.

Head down, say your prayers.

Hands out in front, knees up.

Stick those hands out

in the direction of Mecca.

You live down in Turk Town,

don't you?

- Answer me!

- Yes.

- Louder!

- Yes!

Bravo!

Keep your noodle straight.

Yeah, that's right.

Here's number two...

Hey, what do you think

you're doin', you old nut?

So, that about takes care

of the most important item...

You just stay like that now,

you hear me?

I hear you.

- Louder!

- Yes!

Bravo.

Don't let it get you down, Bruno.

It'll be all right.

You can come anytime, even in

the middle of the night if you have to.

Except Tuesdays and Thursdays,

when I have to be at the jail infirmary.

You say your girl's

run away from you again...

...and that you don't

know how to defend yourself.

You spent years of

your life in homes...

...and they don't teach

you that there, I know.

You should get yourself a steady job.

Singing in the courtyards

is probably not the right thing.

Look, Bruno, we'd be a lot

better off in this world of ours...

...if we knew the

answers to all your questions.

I ask myself so many questions,

too, about my own work, because...

...there are so many things

that disturb and bother me.

We simply know so

little about human beings.

Let's go over to the premature ward,

I want to show you something.

You see, Bruno,

we doctors have a lot of problems...

...that we can't solve,

questions we have no answers for.

Look at this baby, born prematurely...

...and how strong its grip reflex is.

And maybe some day...

...this baby will even

become President.

- We ought to call the police.

- What do you think?

Maybe it would be

better if I went to the police?

- No.

- No?

We'll go away from here, Bruno.

I'll stay by you,

I won't run away any more.

Good.

Where is Wisconsin, anyway?

I don't think it's on there.

Here's North America.

Here's Wisconsin,

it's right near Canada.

Bruno's much too old for this.

Look at my head, the way my

elbow's starting to shine through.

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