My Mother, the Mermaid Page #4

I freed the horse

in the woods.

That's when I slept

with your father.

I wasn't your age.

I was and full of rage.

Your father found me

naked in the woods.

He thought my horse and

I were woodland beasts.

Your father hardly

counted in the story.

I preferred being alone.

I was alone in the woods.

I was naked.

I mounted naked.

I was in a state I'll

know again only at death.

I dreamed of game

and wildlife.

I prayed they

would disturb me.

Your father disturbed me.

My child, my

woodland child...

From woodland foliage, from

the moistness of my pleasure...

I didn't want your father.

When he found me

naked, he forced me.

I bloodied his

face, you know.

I wanted to scratch

his eyes out.

Mom.

I failed.

I wasn't thirteen yet.

Not at all.

If only I had been thirteen!

We had already been

married five years.

He spent his days

spying on me.

I think he always loved me.

Helene?

It's Manuel!

Join you later.

How you doing?

-How are you?

-How are you?

Look, I'm going over there

for a minute!

[indistinct stage announcer]

Close your eyes.

Have fun, little b*tch!

I'm looking for Helene?

Do you know Helene?

Look around,

find her yourself.

Helene and Rea?

Helene?

No.

Will you undress him?

Should I?

Kiss me.

-Kiss me.

-No.

That's not the kiss

I promised you.

The origin of the

world is this hole.

Nowhere else.

Never believe those

who pretend otherwise.

Go on.

Take these off.

Come on!

Giddy-up!

Come on!

Am I your horse?

-Am I your horse?

-Go on.

That's it.

-Say it.

-Easy, boy.

Easy!

That hurts!

Hello there,

may I have a drink with you?

I don't speak German.

You don't speak German?

Are you working here?

-Yeah, uh no.

-No?

Could I just sit here with you?

PIease...

Pardon me, I'm sorry.

Hello!

How are you? Fine?

What do you think about Canarias,

do you like it?

And you? Isn't it so marvelous?

Isn't it so electrified this summer?

The weather is super canariadish,

OK, Good bye. Thank you.

Have a good time. Good bye.

Hey, mom!

Mom, I have an idea!

Let's go fire

Marthe and Robert.

I'll fire them!

I mean, who cares.

We don't need them.

I'll fire them, OK?

Feel like being our servant?

Leave him alone.

He's German.

He can't understand.

I don't care.

I'II fire them.

Marthe!

Marthe!

Where are you

hiding, f***ing cow?

Come on!

Get dressed!

Get out!

No time to wash up!

Get dressed!

-What's happening?

-Shut up!

Get out!

You're fired!

Fired!

Don't come back!

Want to hit me?

-Go on, hit me.

-Don't, Robert!

My ass?

Want to slap my ass?

Slap it!

No?

Too bad.

I'm warning you...

You have twenty

minutes to disappear.

Twenty minutes!

If not, I'll waste you both.

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