Demon Page #4

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The rain's easing off.

We'll be able to move everyone back

and quietly get him out of the cellar.

We have to drive the priest home.

- I've been drinking. I can't.

- Ronaldo?

So?

- Don't you have a driving licence, Father?

- Well it just so happens.

The doctor can drive the priest home!

Doctor!

Did you drink anything today?

Me?

Are you sure you can drive?

Of course.

I don't see why not.

Welcome...

Easy peasy.

I'm as sober

as a skunk, as they say.

By the way I don't know

why they say that:

"As sober as a skunk."

It could be as sober as a horse,

a dog, a dolphin...

Any animal would do.

Let's go, let's go.

Tomorrow belongs to us.

Be split, be accursed,

broken and banned...

Let's go.

...You son of mud, son of clay...

...like Shamgaz, Merigaz and Istemaah...

- Auntie Gizela, the party's this way.

- Get out of here.

- aneta...

- Doctor, let's go already.

aneta, child, are you insane too?

Leave me alone.

Dad, watch out, there's mud.

aneta... What are you doing?

There's nothing there.

Are you going to start pulling

skeletons out of the ground?

Corpses...

Exactly:
Corpses.

Perhaps there are more of them.

Maybe... How do I know?

The whole country's built on corpses.

You're dad's right...

Maybe it's better to leave things be.

aneta, if there's more of them,

we might all go f***ing nuts!

aneta, aneta...

They deserve...

...decent burial.

Where? How? Why?

Who is there to bury?

Who would come to the funeral?

Only TV cameras looking for headlines.

He's gone.

Who?

He's not in the cellar.

F***ing hell!

Dad! He's not here!

Let's do the tango!

For better or worse

till death do us part!

Take everyone to the barn!

Search around the house!

I'll search inside one more time.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The weather's improved,

so you can all

go back to the barn.

To the barn!

To the barn!

- I don't know... He isn't there.

- Get the car!

- What's going on?

- Hello, someone called us.

- Who? Where?

- Where's the patient?

What patient?

Get out of here! F***!

To the presbytery, please.

Jasny! Come back!

He isn't here!

Take the road behind the butcher's.

Butcher...

It used to be a synagogue.

Every day at dawn

the tsaddik walked here...

...12 kilometres from his village.

He washed in the mikvah

before entering the synagogue

so he could touch the Torah,

and read the holy words.

All came to him for blessings:

Jews, Orthodox Christians and Catholics.

And Scheffer the butcher was here.

This was the Dalachs' bakery.

"The best challah every Friday

for regular customers".

This way...

Eliza, Sarka and Mela

walked to school.

...Hana's sisters.

The most beautiful girls I ever saw.

That was... My whole world.

Almost nothing is left.

Only what's in the memory.

And Janek also returned...

To his beloved Lorcia,

And rode to her gate,

Come out Lorcia, darling,

Her sister came out in green,

"Your Lorcia is in the ground"

He searched all the graves

He rode to Lorcia's grave...

It's all Descartes' fault...

Sod the entire Enlightenment.

It's pointless.

Piotr!

As the Bible says:

When the soul leaves the body

it wanders through dry places.

And it can't find rest

and it won't find it.

Come on Hana.

I'm going to get us out of here.

Now I see the light.

Where are you going?

Careful. it's real wet out there.

Piotr!

Tell me something,

you're such a nice Jewish girl...

and you chose Piotr...

Why for instance, not me?

Am I not good enough?

I'm a bachelor, no drinking habit,

good social status...

F***, I think I got lost,

but calm down Hana, calm down.

Piotr!

Dearest guests.

Go back to your homes and sleep in peace.

We'll wake up tomorrow... When...

When we open our eyes...

Everything will be clear to us.

We just have to sleep it off.

We must forget...

What we didn't see here.

Because...

Because what we were eye-witnesses to...

was only the effect

of collective hallucination.

We think we took part in it,

but we only think we did.

I'm dreaming you.

And you're dreaming me.

It's quite simply just a collective dream.

A dream in a dream.

In fact there never was a wedding.

You weren't here.

I wasn't here...

Neither isn't there a groom.

And there never was.

One, two...

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