Pornografia Page #4

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night to the other side...

... and the roses bloom

seemingly unwilling...

... as they can't do otherwise.

Yet the world has ended.

can you understand?

It is no more

and I won't bring it to life.

The time is hard and quiet.-

but wait a minute... I...

... may be already

on the other side.

Without You by

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska.

Are you all right.- Mrs. Amelia?

- What're you doing. mother?

- Mrs. Amelia!

- Oh Jesus!

- Watch out!

Water! Mr. Myszynski!

Put it out!

Shoot at everything.

Karol!

She's bleeding copiously.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Come close to me.- please.

Closer.

Don't leave.- please.

You'll see.

I want you to see...

... everything till the end.

Jesus!

Sir.- we caught the bastard

near Rokiciny...

Silence.

He had the knife on him.

My mother couldn't

have died just like that.

No; please!

- How then?

- I don't know.

Not that way.

We don't know what happened...

... not you; me. or even that boy.

Perhaps.- as he says...

-... he took a knife to cut the cake...

- No! No. no.

She couldn't have died like that.

- It wasn't like that.

- It couldve been!

It could have been.

Imagine it.

Even a majestic lady

like your mother...

... could have died under

the silliest circumstances...

... for a piece of cake.

Understand?

I don't know.

Let's go... please.

Thanks to Hippolit's connections;

the death was recorded

as 'due to natural causes.'

The killer was back on Hippolit's

estate; locked up in the belfry...

... waiting for God knows what

by the decision of no one knew who.

Stop! Listen

You ride too fast

but sow the grain correctly.

- And the raspberry?

- Ok.

You can get dressed.

- The next rehearsal?

- I'll let you know.

Well; what do you think.

dear Witold?

- Do they act well?

- It's going to be a film.

- A film?

- Uh-huh.

I have an idea of a screenplay.

But some scenes require

experimenting with live actors.

Writing a script with no actors

in mind is sheer nonsense.- right?

First get them to strut their stuff.

And the script should

bring out what's in them.

You were great.

Wait till I tell you.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Aren't you ashamed?

Of what?

Shame doesn't belong in art.

Boor! Murderer!

What murderer?

It's not true!

I won't let you.

He's a prisoner

and cannot be beaten.

Don't be afraid.

It's that death...

I can't come to terms with it.

Look.- your mother always

got down to essentials.- right?

And you?

But I can't.

What should I do?

Do what you will.-

but wear your dignity intact.

Tell me what I should do.

Live through it till the end!

Drink every drop of her death

to the bottom!... Got that?

Shitass!

I've lost my voice.

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