Forgive Us Our Debts Page #6

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a Hail Mary,

-but you have to pay up.

-Do you mind if I digress a moment?

Towards the end of the 1400s,

you would not have been allowed

to recite the Lord's Prayer.

It was customary that creditors

could not pronounce the words

"as we forgive our debtors"

without really doing so.

He would have been considered a liar,

an impostor.

-Please...

-A braggart!

I mean no offense.

Just putting things straight.

The position of things is important.

-You know, in math, fractals...

-Professor, wait.

Please, just a second...

-What now?

-Can't you see he's just a crazy old man?

-He politically analyzes snooker.

-You're pissing me off.

-Pay us back! You have the money!

-I don't have the money!

You do have money!

You have a pension of 640 euros!

Now let's sit down

and see how we can go about it.

Guido, tell him, please!

What can we do?

I hope he's not offended by what I said.

What do I do?

Where do you fit in with these people?

Don't worry, professor.

I'll take care of it.

How will I pay him out of 640 euros?

-Is this your wife?

-No, you can't do that!

-Guido! Leave it!

-Is this her?

-Get off! What the f***!

-What the f*** are you doing?

-Here, go away. You're no longer in debt.

-No?

-We've done it before. Free him too.

-How f***ing dare you, you little sh*t!

-Leave him alone now!

-No, stop! Take this paper!

-I'll settle it!

-I don't want it. You can keep it.

You're one of those people

who are worthless, who aren't worth sh*t.

Keep that paper!

You can go now. You're free!

But it costs me to write off debts!

F*** you, Guido.

-Go home.

-Will you come too?

-No, go home. We'll talk later.

-Please...

-Professor! Go home!

-Come with me, Guido.

Franco!

Go away, or else...

Wait!

I don't believe it!

I got you out of trouble.

I taught you the trade.

I offered you my friendship.

Wait, damn it!

I invited you to my home.

Wait for me.

I let you meet my kids!

And he acts the hero.

He writes off his friend's debt

and feels so kind.

-What the f*** are you saying?

-You beat a man up just three days ago.

And you were right to

because that's how the job works.

-This isn't a job!

-What is it?

A perversion, an anomaly, sh*t.

But it's not a job.

-You didn't have qualms before.

-What do you know about my qualms?

I know it didn't stop you

from humiliating a man before his son.

And now you act so pure

because it's someone you know.

He's a poor old man, a friend!

Are you such sh*t that you can't see that?

Do you really think I don't want to write

your friend's debt off?

Do you really think

I want to squeeze some money

out of that pathetic old man who's dead?

Because they're all dead in here.

They're all dead in here!

Look at all these debtors! We buy them,

but they're dead, they're already dead!

You and I are already dead!

I've tried... but I can't do it.

I'm not like you.

-You can say that again.

-You're pathetic.

You convince yourself that they're crafty,

loaded with money. Pathetic.

I don't give a damn.

I do my job and go home composed,

be assured of that!

I placed my trust in you.

Go on.

F*** you, Willy!

Viktor.

Hey, Guido!

-Where's Rina?

-Rina? On a plane. She flew out today.

Sit down. Be right with you.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our debts

as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil, amen.

FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS

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