Calamari Union Page #2

Lazybones. - Hi.

We got this joint now.

We're trying to get us

money for the trip.

I realised I'm much more clever

than these other Franks -

so I made them work.

We'll end up somewhere.

I'm not sure, though.

This is a sure thing.

How's business? - Bad.

Our only customer was so

drunk we couldn't serve him.

I understand.

Heard anything about Frank?

Not since yesterday. Why?

- Just a thought.

Frank!

Bring us water.

How are you, Frank?

- Sit down.

Thanks!

Nice to see you again, Frank.

How come?

Hi. - Hi.

These guys are going to Eira.

They've got no place to sleep.

- Did you say Eira?

Could they spend the night here?

- Sure, we got room.

It's OK.

Where are you going?

I told you.

Don't go.

We need a doorman.

Woman, can't you ever

understand?

Sh*t. He wasn't home.

I know you and your cars.

You can't fix anything.

Just wait. I'll fix you a ride

that'll make your navel quiver.

To Parliament.

Idiot.

We need some

street theatre now.

My mate's got cramps.

Would you bring me -

the first-aid kit from that car?

- Sure.

My mate died.

I need this car.

OK.

Some matches and

a plastic bag.

You pay these, I paid the hotel.

- OK, Frank.

That was terrible.

You're right,

we shouldn't do that.

They take it all back in

the product prices.

Where shall we eat?

- I'm not hungry any more.

I'll take it back.

- For f***'s sake!

It's a terrible sound.

The small crack of

a hard-boiled egg -

against the bar counter.

When it echoes in the mind

of a hungry man.

His head is a terrible sight, too.

In the shop window

early in the morning.

A dust-coloured reflection.

But he's not looking

at his own head.

Why should he?

No, he's dreaming.

Dreaming of some

other head -

a calf's head in aspic.

Or any other head

good for food.

He grinds his teeth -

knowing that the world -

doesn't give a damn

about him.

Nothing he can do

to the world!

He counts his fingers -

one, two, three!

One, two, three!

Three days without food!

For three days he's

been telling himself:

"This can't go on!"

But on and on it goes.

Three days, three nights

without food!

And behind those windows -

the pastries, bottles, tins.

Dead fishes protected by tins, -

tins protected by windows, -

windows protected by police, -

police protected by fear.

Such a barricade for

six wretched sardines!

I've reached the end -

of one of

the thousands of paths -

that fill my world

The evening air is cool

Daylight disappears -

behind the woods

Nothing can die away

Not flowers, not the wind

Love can't die tonight

My path winds by

And the flowers stay behind

Somewhere the wind -

plays his song

The moment of love

fades from our eyes

I guess it, too,

goes its way

The touch of a hand

Still true today

Goes by like a song...

I want a suit

to match this tie.

From my childhood I can only

remember my mother.

She used to slap me gently

with her big hands -

before putting me in bath.

- Did you like it?

I don't know.

You feel lonely in water,

especially if it's cold.

It's different if it's warm.

Or what do you say?

- Nothing.

You're doing the talking.

Couldn't life go on

without the wind?

It makes everything shiver.

All you see are

unimportant things.

Still we shiver.

I wonder why?

I am feeling sad, too.

We all feel it in our throat.

You know, although I'm still

young I used to be younger.

So did my friends.

I call them my friends -

even though they've

rejected me.

Already then, we were

tormented by fear.

They could've used our fear.

Telling us:

"This is it, we'll bury you!"

And so we were afraid

to run too fast.

What if we'd found ourselves

by an open grave, breathless.

Breathless, we would've

realised that we wouldn't -

have been able to say

anything, no breath.

They don't know how to teach

one to feel the vibes here.

We don't know the rules.

It must be the Time.

We should get ahead

of the Time.

Nobody likes me.

Everybody scorns me

and despises me.

They only tolerate me -

because my parents

are fairly rich.

I've got myself friends

by bribing them -

with candy and later,

alcohol.

But they still make fun of me.

"Go home Frank,

eat your porridge. "

What should I do?

Kill yourself!

Hi, Frank!

Who's he?

Never seen him.

Let's do business.

There you are.

- Thank you. The bill, please.

Hey, fella...

What are you doing here?

Begging money for

a new Mercedes-Benz.

Yeah, they stole

the other one. - Yeah.

We'll help.

Anybody got money?

No, don't.

- Really, we want to help.

Please, don't.

But give me a cigarette.

- I haven't any! Honestly!

Give me that, then.

Thanks.

Take care.

- You, too.

F***...

Here you are.

That's him.

Son of a b*tch!

Let's go.

Bad boys are coming

to break all your toys

Bad boys are coming

to smash your plastic nose

Little girls cry when boys

tease them too much

If you go and tell your mother

I'll take you anytime

'Cause I'm a bad, bad,

very bad boy

And I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

It's gettin' too hot so you

take off your clothes

You come with me I don't

tease you no more

If you go and tell your mother

I'll take you anytime

Get In bed, hide under covers

with your teddy bear

'Cause I'm a bad, bad,

very bad boy

And I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

'Cause I'm a bad, bad,

very bad boy

And I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

Bad boys!

B- b-b-bad boys!

B- b-b-bad boys!

B- b-b-bad boys!

Bad boys

Make love

Any time

They like

Bad boys

Hate

Any time

They get the chance

'Cause I'm a bad, bad,

very bad boy

And I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

I'm a bad, bad, very bad boy

and I won't be your toy

Hey! You there!

Me?

- Yes, you. Come here.

What do you want?

- Where are you going?

We're all going to Eira.

I'll take you there.

I've got a house in Eira.

There are no houses in Eira

- yet!

Are you coming or not?

Can I take my friends with me?

- No.

Wrong direction.

I know that woman.

I'll go in.

Don't go, Frank.

- I must.

Don't go, Frank!

Hi, Liisa.

Liisa, hi!

Liisa?

What do you want?

Aren't you Liisa from Alabama?

- Don't remind me of that time.

How's the little one?

I've had a bad conscience...

You swine!

Get out!

I never did tell you that...

Girls, come and help!

Damn you!

Let's kill him!

Sh*t! F*** you...

They killed him!

- Dammit!

We're late, Frank.

May I sit here?

Who are you?

I'm a secretary.

A secretary?

What for?

Are these guys

your bosses?

You think powdering your nose -

and being a secretary makes

your life better?

Can't you understand

I feel pity for you?

You're ruining your life!

Every guy from the boss

to the messenger boy-

will use you.

You're just an object

for them, a door mat.

When you get older

and you looks go -

you'll get thrown out fast.

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