Dark Bar Page #4

for a while.

Were you supplying her?

- Why did she do it?

- Calm down, and don't preach to me...

Go read a book and find out

for yourself...

You look like a bookworm.

- What do you know about me?

- Long live culture!

Life is hard for everyone...

And if you don't know how

to live in this world...

You might as well shoot yourself with

that gun you keep at the Cine Club.

Is this how you talked to your sister?

Leave my sister out of this.

Have you ever tried the

Dark Bar special?

- It's horrible.

- Have you seen Stefania?

Yes, she arrived half an hour ago.

- Wait.

- What's wrong?

It's none of my business,

but I noticed...

- Go on?

- When Stefania arrived...

She was wearing the same

raincoat Elizabeth had in her bag.

- Thanks, I'm going to look for her.

- You didn't hear that from me.

Excuse me.

She's out of it.

We have to go.

- Get out of here.

- Why? Are the cops here?

No, someone's in a bad way.

Stefania, what's wrong?

Say something.

They got me,

just like Elizabeth.

What happened to Elizabeth?

What happened to her?

The gangs in the north,

they're evil...

The raincoats are filled with drugs...

She wanted to get out.

She had a diary with names...

- They killed her.

- A diary! Where?

I don't know...

She never told me.

What do we do now?

They killed her.

No...

And to think that today was meant to

be the start of my glittering career.

Success?

What do you call success?

I wanted to be a star,

enjoy the nice things in life...

And all the applause.

And then...

I don't know.

And now,

I really don't know.

- I don't want to think about it.

- Did you know your sister?

I don't even know who I am anymore.

I've already been close to death...

My mother, my father,

but her suicide frightens me.

What kind of sh*t world do you live in?

We live.

I need to lie down.

Thanks.

- What are you doing?

- I'm looking at you from a different angle.

- Didn't you hear a noise?

- Listen, musician, answer me this...

Is it the sound that comes to the ear,

or the sound that goes to the ear?

Is it the movement that comes to the eye,

or the eye that goes to the movement?

You told me you quit taking drugs.

This is Zen, my dear.

Form a triangle, etcetera...

Please stop it, this isn't the time

to play the philosopher.

Don't worry, I've been through

a lot worse than this...

You can find Buddha in the

gearbox of a motorbike...

Or in the petals of a flower,

like you.

Don't be afraid.

I don't believe in these things.

I'm scared.

Relax, I'm here.

Now listen the sound with your eyes...

And watch the movements

with your ears.

Stay here,

and don't move.

I'll check it out.

I'll be right back.

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