The Turin Horse Page #2

Coat!

She's not eating!

She will.

Eat!

You have to eat!

What's that?

What's happening?

A cart's approaching.

Who are they?

Gypsies, I think.

What the f*** do they want here?

I don't know but they're coming this way!

The stinking rotten bastards!

What shall we do?

Go and chase them away!

What are you waiting for?

Get moving!

There's water here!

Come and help!

Come and help, papa!

Come on, hey! Come and drink!

Hold the horse.

Look.

Here comes the girl. Here's the girl.

Her eyes are like the devil's.

Get away from here! Go away!

What are you doing here?

Get away from here!

- Come here. Come with us.

- I won't.

I'm not going anywhere.

Come with us to America.

Are you deaf? Let me go!

I'm not going with you!

God forbid.

Come here.

I don't care.

Let go!

F*** you sons of b*tches!

Get the hell out of here!

I'll rip your guts out, for f***'s sake!

Dirty rotten Gypsies!

This is for the water.

He'll kill me! Papa!

Papa! Come on!

Just come over here, you worm!

We'll be back!

The water is ours! The earth is ours!

You're weak! You're weak!

Drop dead! Drop dead!

One.

Since in holy places

only those things are allowed,

the practice of which

serves

the veneration of the Lord,

and everything is forbidden

that is not fitted for

the holiness of the place,

and since

holy places have

been violated

by the great injustice of actions

that have taken place

within them

that scandalize the congregation,

for this very same reason

no service unto the Lord

can be held there until,

through a ceremony

of penitence,

these aforementioned injustices

have been put to rights.

The bishop says

to the congregation,

"The Lord was with you!

"Morning will become night,

"night will be at an end..."

The storm continues to rage outside,

the wind still sweeps relentlessly

across the land from the same direction,

but now there is nothing

in its path to obstruct it.

Only a great cloud of dust

whipped up by the wind

rushes recklessly forward,

bone-dry dust and the ravaging nothing

that the wind rolls before it

as it rages unbridled

over the barren land.

THE FOURTH DAY:

- Come!

- What is it?

- Come quick!

- What's wrong?

The well!

F***!

Cover it!

And the brandy?

Why didn't you eat?

You're not going anywhere...

Drink!

At least drink a little water!

Drink!

For my sake!

Pack up clothes, dishes, needle

and thread, things like that.

What for?

We're not staying here. Pack!

Blankets, brandy.

Brandy!

Potatoes, too.

Get the handcart.

Come on!

THE FIFTH DAY:

What's this darkness?

Light the lamps!

F***!

Why didn't you fill it up?

It's full.

Bring some embers!

What is all this?

I don't know.

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