Sennentuntschi: Curse of the Alps Page #3

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Here's to the top,

and here's to the middle.

To the middle...

Here's to the top,

and here's to the middle.

Let's hope tonight we all get a little.

Now it starts spinning, eh?

Albert?

Bring me a glass.

Now you drink.

- Don't be scared.

- Soon you'll see another kind of fog.

Come on.

Come on. Be a man!

One plus one equals?

Three!

My God.

Sebastian?

Are you hungry?

Apple?

Come.

Eat.

Eat.

God bless this bread. Amen.

Bread.

Don't be scared.

It's just a knife.

What's the matter?

He's going wild.

Time to send him to a brothel.

So he'll have problems with women

for the rest of his life.

Those problems only exist in the city.

Free love!

No wonder women don't know

where they belong anymore.

Whoopsy daisy!

Are you already too drunk

or getting philosophical?

Sorry. Just the blues.

Free love. That's what my girlfriend

believed in.

I don't.

To forget one woman, you need another.

- Up here?

- Especially Up here.

Right, Albert?

You need a "Sennentuntschi".

A what?

A "Sennentuntschi".

Albert will make you one.

Go! Get the broom.

Hurry up!

Notter!

Notter!

Notter!

Where is she?

Notter!

Where is she?

- Where?

- Salis chased her away.

- Salis?

- Yes.

I thought you were my friend.

I never blamed you for marrying Theres.

- Even if you are not half the man I am.

- Reusch!

The baby is dead.

Two months early.

I couldn't do anything.

She wants to see you.

She's to blame, Sebastian.

The woman took my child.

I just wanted to help.

Theres...

How could you let that happen?

Notter, I... I'm so sorry,

- I...

- F*** off!

Damn it!

It's a true legend.

Three herdsmen in the alps.

Lost and lonely. Like us.

Use a broom, straw and a rag

to create the woman of their dreams.

The devil took pity on them

and made her come alive.

That's the Sennentuntschi.

Does the housework,

irons, does laundry, makes coffee,

and at night

she lets the three men have their way.

And? Happy?

Happy.

Now we'll make this caterpillar

become a butterfly.

A real woman, you understand?

Got it.

I'll go get Dr. Frankenstein.

Not like that. With a saying, idiot.

Let's hear it.

Spiritus sanctus,

Abracadabra!

What's so funny?

Up here, I'm the boss! All together now:

Absinthus,

Spiritus sanctus,

Abracadabra!

Dear Theres, dear Jakob,

we all know who's responsible

for this innocent child's death.

And it's not the first time

this woman has killed.

The first written record of this woman

dates from 1340.

Eight dead monks in Piedmont.

And there was more.

Four merchants in Bohemia,

murdered in 1435.

In 1656,

five soldiers slain

Alaska, 16 gold miners.

five missionaries in Eschnapur.

We have reports, pictures,

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