The Man with the Magic Box Page #4

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How many do you have left?

Five walls.

Oh, there you are.

Goria!

I would like to share with you

something I discovered.

What? There's oil coming down your faucet?

I wouldn't share it with anybody,

or the hell will break loose at your home.

Stop following me.

OK, just a minute,

I wanted to show you something special.

I've seen it.

I wouldn't go that far.

There's not much to boast about.

I know you really like me.

You don't have much competition.

Most of them are gay,

and the nice boys are in the army.

We can go now.

Good, go to get the tools,

I'll be right back.

Go get the tools,

he'll be right back.

Just watch out for germs and viruses.

You don't look good,

what's wrong with you?

Will you come?

If I do, it's only out of pity.

Excellent.

Fine with me.

I would sit on you deep down

and f*** you hard.

That's nice.

So, I'll come by when my period's gone.

Ground floor.

I don't know.

I'm not going anywhere, sorry.

Bernard,

I beg you, you have to help me.

No way, it won't work.

I can't do it.

Please, mate, it's just few steps from here.

You can do it.

Read my lips:
I can't.

Bernard.

Let me go.

I'm sorry, my legs are asleep.

Bernard,

I'm sorry.

Everything's going to be fine.

Nearby there is a place

with an unlimited Internet.

Go there.

Be careful.

Go.

Please, help me up.

My legs are asleep.

Excuse me.

Wait.

Yes?

I'd like to connect to the Internet.

You're in the right place.

Water.

Twice filtered.

Thank you.

Stop!

Sh*t!

We have a fugitive.

Tape B, recording one.

Modification.

In your current level of superconsciousness,

in a familiar scenery,

build yourself a workshop to do

mind perfecting exercises.

Let it be bright, roomy space.

Furnish it with comfortable

and esthetically pleasing items.

Lay a soft carpet on the floor.

WARSAW, 1952

[With party toward a better future]

Come with us, citizen.

Come, come.

I live here, comrade.

What do you have there?

Let us see!

I don't really know...

my mom sent me.

Open it.

Go on, open it.

Never mind, comrade engineer,

you're free to go.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Have you seen my dog?

Do you perhaps have an old radio

like the one you have destroyed?

I do.

I'm looking out the window

Tired and longing for storm

The Sun is high, so high

Shining into pilot's eye

Warming tirelessly

Cold, blue, great expanse

I'm waiting for wind to scatter

This dark and swirly matter

I'll stand there as one

Face to face with the Sun

I'm waiting for wind to scatter

This dark and swirly matter

I'll stand there as one

Face to face with the Sun

It's not what I meant.

I was thinking about something else.

But I don't keep money at home.

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