Romulus, My Father Page #4

Hi, Mitru.

Hello, my girl. How is she?

Oh, she was just a bit stinky.

Oh, she's a stinky monkey, eh?

You're my stinky girl. Mwah!

Oh, you're a good boy.

Here we are. Come on.

Hello, my darling.

How are you?

Have you had a good morning?

(Baby cries)

Hey, bubba, hang on a minute.

You're OK, hmm?

Nice and clean now, eh?

Look, that's better.

Here we are. That's a good girl.

There we are. Look.

All better. Mm-hm?

Yeah. There.

Yes. Good. That's it, eh?

Yes, oh, that's better, huh?

Eh? OK, go to Mummy.

Alright, darling, see you soon.

I love you so much. Be good.

(Baby wails)

What you got there?

Hmm? Where?

You got yourself

a little girlfriend.

None of your business. Really.

Show me.

Come on.

Hey!

(Chuckles)

Oi, oi, oi. Come on,

she's too pretty for you.

You know who that is? Huh?

The girl I was telling you about,

remember? Corinna's friend.

Lidia. Lidia Danescu.

Hmm? (Chuckles)

Stupid.

(Laughs)

(Laughs)

ROCK MUSlC PLAYS IN DISTANCE

#Im gonna keep a-shakin'

Im gonna keep a-movin', baby

#Don't you cramp my style

Im a real wild child

#Come on, baby, shake all night long

#Shake until the meat

come off of the bone

#'Cause Im a wild one

#Ooh, yeah, Im a wild one

#Im gonna keep a-shakin'

Im gonna keep a-movin', baby

#Don't you cramp my style

'Cause Im a real wild child...#

WOMAN:
Turn that bloody thing down.

#Yeah!#

I said turn that f***in' row down.

MUSlC VOLUME DECREASES

Honest to God, driving me INSANE.

RAIMOND:
Excuse me.

Um...who was that singing?

Jerry Lee Lewis.

He's from Ferriday, Louisiana.

They call him 'the Killer'.

Why?

'Cause he kills people, I guess.

Who are you when you're at home?

Im Raimond Gaita

from Frogmore, Victoria.

You don't understand beauty,

that's your problem.

Darling, that money was for rent.

How am I supposed to feed

the baby and Rai, all of us, huh?

I earn eight pounds a week,

Christina. Eight pounds.

Eight pounds! And you spend!

pounds on a dress!

She looks great, though.

What's great is

we will be kicked out - again -

because I cannot afford

to pay the rent!

We wouldn't be

if you had a better job.

What where you thinking?

We never have anything.

MAN:
Shut up, you f***ing dagos!

Ah, there he is.

How are you?

For you.

HORA:
What's wrong?

Tell me, huh?

Tell your brother.

Ah, it's fine.

Hmm?

Tell me.

(Sighs)

(Baby cries)

I have to go.

Thank you for the food.

(Whispers) Im sorry. Sorry.

Im sorry...

Please don't leave me...

Please don't leave me.

(Mutters)

Shh.

I won't leave you.

I love you so much.

MOTORC YCLE ENGINE DRONES

SCREEN DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

JERRY LEE LEWIS RECORD

PLAYS LOUDLY:

(Turns down music)

ROMULUS:
Raimond!

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