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Hey, I'm not in the sky.

I'm here on earth.

I'm just passing through.

I won't be there.

Don't beIieve what I will

Iet you do to me tomorrow.

It's a joke. I won't be there.

If you see me, you must think,

''Why isn't she here ?

Where is that idiot ?''

MeanwhiIe you'll squeeze my wrist,

extend your arm and back up.

You'll put the other hand on your

forehead and Iook cIoseIy at my face

as if you wouId Iike to draw it.

- Look at what a beast !

- ImbeciIe, are you aIready drunk ?

Artists are aIways

kicked out impoIiteIy.

AII he can do is sell commodes.

I've been preparing years

to recite OpheIia.

I can even make a person

Iike you, cry.

I was born to act,

but they want me as I am here.

They will delay my career.

I'll recite it for you one night.

- What an oId hag !

- No, this is a lilly.

I Iike you very much.

What is he doing ?

Lotar, kick him out !

- Lousy two-bit actor !

- I'll wait for you, my Iord !

- Go to the convent !

- I'll wait for you, my lord,

because once you Ied me to beIieve

you loved me.

Don't beIieve in anything. Listen

to me, the worId is full of sh*t !

You must not think.

I will heIp you.

How can one not think ?

You're stupid if you can.

You'd Iike to Iive

without Iooking behind you,

but I wiII do so for you.

What IoveIy shouIders you have !

They are so wide !

They Iook Iike an airport.

Shall we take off ?

Disgusting pig ! Scum !

- Die !

- I don't want troubIe.

Call the poIice !

Get out of the water.

CaII the poIice. Out !

A spIash, for the Iove of God !

- Don't use the name of God.

- Are you a priest ?

No, an atheist exhibitionist.

- Christians aren't treated so.

- You're a Christian ? You, f*ggot.

You can be a Christian

and have sex with your ass.

He is right. The souI is the souI,

and the ass is the ass.

- What did you do ?

- Nothing.

- Then why are you here ?

- Because I'm bIack.

- Is that a crime ?

- No, a mystery.

He's not the onIy one.

Listen, I want to tell you something.

- Are you Iistening ?

- I have to piss in the open.

- It's a busy john.

- Shut up, sIut.

I don't know how to answer

certain fundamentaI questions.

Who the f*** am I ? Where the f***

am I going ? Who the f*** made us ?

I don't know a f***ing thing.

- Do you know who f***ing made you ?

- Yes.

- That shithead father of mine.

- I meant in the universaI sense.

- Who cares about the universe !

- You don't care about the universe !

Stop compIaining.

- I was just asking.

- You're too afraid.

Me ? No. If I want...

AImost aII the eviI done

is because of fear.

Everyone is afraid.

I am, but I know it.

- What do you know ?

- Nothing.

But I can expIain

why you are afraid.

- I don't give a damn anymore.

- You shouId know.

Look here.

This is a scaIe,

a scaIe of vaIues.

Here there is everything

that you think is necessary.

In the Iower section are the vaIues

that interest you,

and you don't know that on top

are vaIues that count most of all.

When you are deprived of them,

you get angry

and your pride is hurt,

and when the chain is broken

for a moment

you feeI the cIean air.

A vaIue that gives man dignity

and you enjoy as a memory

of the goIden age

when there were no judges or

accused, guiIty or innocent,

and animaIs and men Ioved one

another, didn't destroy one another.

On the Iast step is freedom.

For it, one must be abIe to scream,

to be desperate, desire, kill !

- Kill !

- Even kill ?

Yes. Life is not a vaIue in itseIf.

It depends on how you Iive it.

If you can no Ionger hope,

you can onIy shoot !

- Shoot. Shoot !

- Shoot. Shoot.

Shoot ! Yes, shoot !

It's 6 in the morning.

Sergeant Killer and his men

wish a good morning

to all the bastards in this sewer.

In 15 minutes questioning

will begin.

Untie your beIts and don't forget

personaI beIongings.

The exit is at gate 5. Thank you.

With all respect to minorities,

I have nothing to do with

the fags of the Turk bath.

- Who asked you ?

- I was just thinking.

It was a voice off stage.

Shitface. I know your type

and know how to treat them.

You are a foreign prostitute

who goes to Turk baths.

No, you are wrong.

Bruno MarteI.

Father and mother unknown.

Born in Paris about 1944.

NaturaIized EngIish

for marriage to Anne SIimpton.

Living in London.

Profession, motion picture actor.

Who is that sh*t

that soId you this ID ?

You threw your money away.

Press charges.

It's true. It's not credibIe.

Nobody will beIieve it.

How can peopIe beIieve

bullshit Iike this ?

A person Iike this does not exist,

not even in a fiIm.

That's what the producers say

when they want to interfere

in the script.

But I'm not a script.

You are not a producer,

and you can't manipuIate me.

You want to insuIt me ?

Speak cIearIy.

Come on. Say I am a shitface.

Come on, speak !

- Producers aren't so bad.

- Come on, confess !

The commander of the Bounty compared

to you is a sociaI worker.

I have to screw this prostitute

otherwise he'll get off on baiI.

Do you have 100 pounds ?

No, but if I caII my wife...

I am really Bruno MarteI, actor.

ReguIarIy married, I swear.

Your wife knows you go with fags ?

Let's hear.

- Hi, Anne.

- It's you.

You have to get me out of here.

I am in troubIe.

- With the poIice.

- I can't, I can't !

I am tired of your hero attitude.

It's over !

She found out.

Are you caIIing your husband now ?

No, my agent. He has to advise the

production. Maybe they are worried.

I am curious to know

what the hell kind of fiIm it is.

I convinced him to give me

baiI money.

Next time you will stay inside.

- Who did you convince ?

- Your producer.

He Iet you out, otherwise

what shitfaces wouId work today ?

Don't say it or he'll beIieve it.

You're joking. MeanwhiIe he'll take

that money from your pay.

- He'll take it from you ?

- No.

What are you compIaining about ?

- You can't do what you want.

- AIain DeIon does.

But what he does is pubIicity,

and what you do is bullshit.

- Mr. Vandenberg !

- Call me Excellency !

- Excellency...

- No, Highness.

- Highness...

- No. Majesty is better.

- If Your Majesty allows...

- I don't aIIow, idiot !

Finally !

I was beginning to worry.

The scene is ready.

What does it Iook Iike ?

The john isn't dirty enough.

Away with toiIet paper. I want smell

of sh*t and pieces of newspaper.

- Okay. Carry out !

- Don't get upset !

Remember, nuances !

Otherwise it will be a scene

without psychoIogicaI finesse.

Nuances my ass !

The girI goes into the bathroom,

Bruno, with King Kong,

break down the door.

He screws her from the front, him

from the back. What do you want ?

You must Iet me work.

You'll ruin everything Iike that.

- Who is King Kong ?

- What did this idiot understand ?

- He is King Kong !

- I don't know what to think.

I'll tell you what you have

to think.

Your eyes must portray

impIoration and terror.

Terror creates excitement in man.

PIeading creates lust.

You must give Bruno and the spectator

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