Cosmos Page #4

but Lena is not here as well?

Nor Lucien?

- They're dining in town.

- With their Russian...

Just the two of them.

The sneaky combinations.

Combines...

Oh, what are you fussing over?

Daddy is muscling again.

Ralph Lang, here we are!

Acting

to create the real.

To see!

To verify! Verify!

Oh, to enlighten!

To make it all obscure!

It the midst of the chimeras

of the night!

- Sure you're okay?

- Why are still you here?

- I was going to check.

- Check what?

If they sleep, when they turn in.

The things are indeed

a kind of screen

and play with me like with a balloon.

Oh, we could...

we should... we'll get it.

"Words, words, words..."

"Caramel, sweets and chocolate?"

"If you didn't exist...

I'd invent you."

- Look at what I found in the kitchen.

- What is it?

A toad. Alive.

If we get caught

we'll say it's to put it in her bed.

- Whose?

- Your Catherette's.

- Not my Catherette.

- And not your Lena?

By the way, it seems

Stendhal was a skirt chaser.

And Pasolini a wild thinker.

- That's it.

- That's it.

Did you have fun in your little garden?

Now you look presentable.

They are all in their rooms.

We can visit your sparrow.

I'm afraid of the dark.

All the dark cavities...

This toad is all about

its slippery moisture.

A crooked mouth and a dark cavity

encroaked with the sparrow in a sphere

of toady-sparrowy-Catherettery.

I'm gobsmacked.

A few more days with you and I'll win

the Nobel Prize in thrillerettery.

That's not gonna work!

- Two retards.

- Different songs, same tune.

- Drop it.

- An obsession...

Yet these crooked lips exist...

They suck you in, spit you out,

from a face so smooth...

Lena...

The full moon.

And my lovely erotic watch.

Nosferatu the Vampire.

I preferred the one by Dreyer.

- Right, I have to go!

- Where now?

A little rendezvous on the beach.

Pasolini was killed on a beach.

- Just wanted to help.

- With what?

With giving birth, my chicken!

Oh, you frighten me.

All right, see you later.

I'm dreaming!

Look what I found at the market.

This is divine.

It is exactly what we need

for the house.

Why are you laughing?

It's what we were looking for.

I don't believe this.

If she'd been a child

with very green eyes,

she could also be a monster.

A childlike monster with green eyes.

Unfathomable. Darkness.

She fears or she loves,

or nothing at all.

Or something else.

Vile, sensual, cunning, shy, deep,

coward, saint, sensitive, pure,

faithful, innocent,

cheeky, coquettish.

Or simply easy,

disillusioned, bored, indifferent,

angelic or modest, unhappy,

a debauched virginity,

brutal shyness, cynical shame,

cold heat, sober drunkenness

or nothing!

The dirt, the perversity, the horror!

Unfathomable. Darkness.

She fears or she loves, or nothing.

Vile, sensual, sly, shy, deep,

coward, saint, sensitive, pure,

faithful, innocent, cheeky,

maybe coquettish.

Or simply easy, disillusioned, bored,

indifferent, passionate or mean,

angelic or modest, unhappy,

a debauched virginity,

a brutal timidity.

The blackness of their hearts.

She was naked before him.

I'll never know anything about her.

I'll ask the husband

if his rooster was nude too.

Sir!

A terrible thing, sir!

Somebody killed Lena's cat!

- Charlie?

- Yes, Charlie...

He usually slept with me but that night,

I got home after "Star Wars".

Only this morning...

What a shock for you...

I never thought anyone...

No one, anyone...

What do you think?

- No idea?

- Where's the idea in hanging a cat!

And you, dear, dear,

wouldn't you know?

Who, where, how?

How? With this string.

- For me, regarding...

- You regard nothing.

Who did this to you, poor darling?

We know something is going on here...

We've even started an investigation.

I found it! I found it in my room!

We were thinking

of checking Catherette's room.

- Checking what?

- Everything.

What's in that box?

A frog!

Sparrows, chickens, frogs and cats...

Who could...

what kind of a person would...

No. The hangings started

before we arrived.

The sparrow was a bad sign.

And the pieces of wood...

What pieces of wood?

Put your glasses on, you old fool!

- Fool? Me?

- Someone...

Can't see anything,

there's the wall!

If you'd just stop...

Someone who plants toothpicks...

and sprinkles salt on his wart

could very well hang a cat.

Okay, let's leave things as they are.

I'd like us to meet in the dining room.

Witold and I want to share a few things.

No more of this.

That's how great detectives do it.

How she has blossomed

since last night...

a pen planted in lemon peel

and a file planted in a plastic box.

Needles,

pens, lemon peel... safety pins.

F*** all, yes.

Fuckallisimus!

So all this shitimus

found by these gentlemen in your room?

Keep yer snout out!

- Where are you going?

- To bury Charlie.

Catherette has her moods...

Leon. It can only be Leon!

Mind you, Madame,

you too were swinging...

- I was swinging?

- Yes.

An axe. At the chopping block.

- Me?

- You?

- So what?

- So what!

You were swinging with a vengeance!

I wasn't swinging, I was banging.

Lena, my sweet,

explain why I was thumping.

Mum, from time to time...

It's like a crisis now and again.

So she grabs anything

just to let off steam.

She smashes. She breaks glass.

I grab anything. Anything!

Yes, anything.

Not anything! Anything!

- We should go to the police.

- I wouldn't recommend it.

Those bastards are most unpleasant!

And then...

there was more knocking.

From upstairs...

It was me.

When it takes hold of me,

she grabs me by the arm

and then she makes a ruckus.

For me to come back to myself.

I heard two sets of noises.

I know, I was on the stairs. I heard!

Two sets?

Y es, I banged again

against the shutters.

I was nervous, I wasn't sure

that mum had calmed down.

With Lucien's shoe,

while he was taking a shower.

We should go help Catherette

with the cat.

But, as I'm allergic, wouldn't you...

So you could say good riddance!

All this savagery...

Will you just shut up!

I'll shut up, fine,

but thinking... that, never I will stop!

She's lying. She's lying!

Come.

- Why do you say she's lying?

- I was the one banging at the door!

- What for?

- To penetrate.

And then I hanged the cat!

- What did it do to you?

- It was her cat.

A triangle with the sparrow and wood.

Stop it!

There's something

soft but assassin like about cats.

They're atrocious!

Those electric crackles...

The cat is good for caressing,

but also for torturing.

Listen to me!

The teapot was the last straw.

What are you saying?

I killed the cat,

but her feet stay so little.

- How does this affect you?

- I've seen a lot of things.

She found herself small

in front of the cat

and was ashamed of the cat.

My friend, you look totally...

- I'll ask forgiveness.

- To Lena?

To the cat.

Too small for everything,

she's only good for love, nothing more.

You're getting deep.

Like Sartre or Stendhal...

Anything relating to her

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