Bog of Beasts Page #3

You f***ing son of a whore!

Where the f*** has this van got to?

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Where's the money Auxiliadora?

- Have you still got any washing to do?

- Yes, sir.

We've run out of soap.

So when you go over on Wednesday to

get the washing, you can buy some.

Got to occupy this girl's mind,

otherwise the devil'll take it over!

Come on!

Here's the car with

the special offers.

Bread, biscuits, cakes, sweets.

Don't waste time!

I'll be in Salgueiro at least

by morning.

I'll only be able to sleep then.

If not. No f***ing cargo nor nothing.

Good evening. How are you doing?

- How are things?

- Fine.

And down at the bog?

How are things down there?

Now that they're cutting sugar

cane again things have picked up.

And here? What's business like here?

Ah, I can't complain.

Everybody's raring for

some fun tonight...

and I think there'll be

more drivers in later.

I'm going over to the church.

So when they arrive, send them over.

Don't worry I'll send them

over sure enough. Bye.

Look who it is. The old man.

The old man?

Didn't I tell you he'd be here?

The old devil never misses.

- Let's go over?

- Come on!

I can't wait to see the girl!

- Let's get going then?

- I'll get the bill!

That's it, Auxiliadora. Home.

Move yourself.

With this money, I'm going to have

the front of the house paved.

And while I'm at it,

I'll cut that tree down too.

I'll get Maninho to do it.

Pretty!

What are you after?

Come on pretty girl, get in. Jump in.

After what? After what?

- You f***ing little bastard.

- What is it?

F***ing bastard.

Take this, you fat prick!

You f***ing son of a whore.

Up your f***ing arse!

I was just thinking that on your own

you're going to take much longer...

than you promised to

dig that cesspool.

Heitor is going on and on about it.

Just as well he hasn't got

back from town yet.

Why not get the boys to lend a hand?

Do you think so?

They'll be going over

to dance maracatu tomorrow.

If they don't,

there'll be no fun at all.

Can you smell something strange?

It must be the sugar mill.

Rubbish! You think I don't know

the smell from the sugar mill?

This is the rottenes of the wopld.

I called by the filling station

again, Everardo.

F***ing hell, she's sh*t hot.

I was coming here and I saw her

and the old man waiting for the van.

Just think! Absolute misery.

A locksmith once told me you can

open whatever door you want.

You want to break open the safe.

Is that what you want?

So spread open the girl's legs!

But there's more. Oh!

They say she's a virgin.

Just think.

Even more so being the daughter of

that f***ing grandfather of hers!

- She's the old man's daughter?

- The gradfather's daughter.

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