Romulus, My Father Page #5
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Come on. Give me a hand.
Can I go to the movies?
We've got work to do.
Aw.
You'll be measured as a man
by your work,
not by the movies you see.
A man's work is his dignity.
Come on.
Hey!
Papi!
Who's she?
Raimond, give me that.
Why has she written you letters?
Go home.
Why is she sending you kisses?
I said go home, Raimond! Now.
Cheeky little bugger.
MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY
SONG:
#Got the jive,got the message Im alive
#Im a wild, Im a wild one
#Ooh, yeah, Im a wild one
#Im gonna keep a-shakin'
Im gonna keep a-movin', baby...#
Turn it off!
(Turns music up louder)
(Turns off power)
You don't love Muti
and you don't love me!
Never believe that I don't love you.
(Squawks)
Surprise.
Oh, happy birthday, darling.
Happy birthday.
Muti, my birthday's not till Sunday.
Oh, well, it's nice to be early.
We get to spend some time together.
Hmm? Mwah!
Where's Susan?
She's at home with Mitru.
Is everything alright, darling?
Yep.
So everything's really alright?
Cristal.
My love.
Oh!
Can I give you a hand with all that?
No, thank you.
Everything's under control.
Imagine, in America
they have machines,
labour-saving devices
to do these things.
Still, we settled for here.
And here we are.
There's more to life than cooking.
Raimond was conceived in a graveyard
and look at him. Full of life.
It's delicious.
Y... Mmm.
No peeking.
There we are.
You spelled my name wrong.
Oh, sorry. (Laughs)
It's R-A-l.
(Christina sings in German)
(Trails off singing)
Happy birthday, darling.
Now you can blow out the candles.
And make a wish.
And don't tell anyone what you wish.
Or it will never come true.
Muti! What are you doing?
KNOCK AT DOOR:
(Knocks louder)
Do you want a cup of tea?
Muti?
(Panicked) Papi!
Papi!
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Arghh!
What's wrong with her?
How many you take?
How many you take?
How many? How many you take?
OK, stay with your mother.
Talk to her.
Don't let her go to sleep, OK?
Where are you going?
Talk to her, don't let sleep, OK?!
Keep talk.
Muti.
RAIMOND:
Um...once upon a time,a time...
..a long time ago...
Wake up!
..there was a tree.
It had leaves
and they were all new and green.
It had...silver branches
and a bird would come every day
and sing in the tree.
It would sing and sing and sing.
It was...it was a bloody good singer,
this bird,
but...but it was only small and brown
and...and then this woman,
this beautiful woman
used to come and listen to it
and...and...um...and...
..and they were very happy.
And that's the end of the story.
Muti, are you awake?
Open your eyes!
Muti! Muti!
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