Funny Games Page #3

Right then. Bye!

- Are you staying all week?

- This week, sure.

Might see you tonight!

As you like.

We're always pleased to see you!

I don't know yet.

- We'll see how Georg is.

- Yes, you see! See you soon!

They'll be here

in two hours at the latest...

and then this farce will be over.

Sorry, but that's not quite true.

I heard the end of your phone call.

You asked your friends to call you back

if they were coming tonight.

Or did I misunderstand you?

Even if they can't reach us,

they'll still come.

Is lying allowed?

Just a moment!

There you are. Please.

You really can speak to us openly.

You'll feel much better.

We're also being very open with you.

Perhaps try putting a cushion under it.

If you'd accepted Peter's help,

it would be hurting less.

I'm quite willing to help you.

But I don't want to impose.

Careful!

Yes, raise the leg.

That's bound to be more comfortable.

There we are! Done!

Can you leave it out, you bastards?

Is that an offer?

- What?

- Using our first names?

I'm very happy about that.

It does vastly simplify our communication.

I'd still like to apologize for just now,

for being too familiar,

but you must admit that the smack was

an unreasonable reaction nonetheless.

Paul.

This is Peter.

Come here, Tom.

Have you no manners?

Give Georg your hand.

Here, it's for the pain.

What? To you, we're non-existent?

- Being on familiar terms doesn't mean -

- You bastard...

Quiet! Please!

Stop!

Stop it now, otherwise your mother

will get it, do you understand?

Understand?

Keep quiet now.

What a scene,

just for being on first-name terms!

We were only trying to improve relations.

- I thought we could -

- Why are you doing that?

Fatty, why are you doing that?

Go on, tell us!

I don't know. I...

The Captain wants to know.

Why?

Well?

It's difficult to talk about it. I...

Don't be shy.

You know just how hard it is...

My God, what a fuss!

His father got a divorce...

when he was still that tiny,

- and he took another woman -

- That's not true!

He's lying!

It was my mother who divorced...

because...

because...

I...

Because she wanted to have

her little teddy all to herself,

and since then,

he's been a queer and a crook.

You see?

You're an a**hole!

The truth is, he comes from

a filthy, deprived family,

he has five brothers and sisters

who are all drug addicts.

His dad's an alcoholic,

and as for his mother,

you can imagine.

Or rather, the truth is,

it's him who fucks her.

Tough,

but true.

Come on, calm down now.

You're disgusting. Can't you cut out

your obscenities in front of the child?

Oh! Sorry.

Of course.

What answer would you like?

What would satisfy you?

Anyway, what I said isn't true.

You know that as well as I.

Look at him.

Do you really think he comes from

a deprived background?

Right.

He's a spoiled little sh*t-face,

tormented by ennui and world-weariness,

weighed down by the void of existence!

That's hard, honestly!

You see, he's smiling again.

Right.

Satisfied?

Or another version?

I'm hungry.

I'll see what there is.

You see, the truth is,

he's a drug addict.

That's why he's going now, and...

That's why he has bad nerves, you see.

Me too, I'm a drug addict.

Together we rob rich families

in smart houses

so we can afford the stuff.

Can you stop this lunacy?

I get the message,

isn't that enough for you?

You get the message?

Great!

Fatty! He's got it!

Now he knows everything!

That's fantastic, really.

Listen.

Peter, come in here!

Listen, we're going to bet, okay?

Sit down, come on!

- It's dark in here.

- Now don't fall asleep!

We'll bet that -

What's the time?

Twenty to 9:
00.

That in, let's say, 12 hours...

all three of you'll be kaput.

What?

You bet us, that tomorrow at 9:00,

you'll be alive,

and we bet you,

you'll be dead, okay?

They don't want to bet.

That's no good. You have to bet.

What do you think?

Do you think they've a chance of winning?

You are on their side, aren't you?

So, who will you bet with?

What kind of bet is this?

Dead, they can give nothing,

and conversely, they can win nothing.

They'll lose in any case. Obviously.

Stop this nonsense.

Are you trying to scare us?

Isn't what you've done already enough?

What do you want? Our money?

Help yourselves and get out.

Don't you think Fred and Eva

might come and see what's going on?

And give us a good hiding, right?

Okay.

As they say on TV:

The bets are placed!

And what'll we do now?

Could you kindly make us some food?

You worry me, Fatty.

Can't you control yourself?

You've just gobbled up the sausage.

It's disgusting.

What are these people going to think?

I haven't eaten since lunchtime!

And stop calling me Fatty.

- Okay, Tom.

- Okay, Jerry.

But can't you pay some attention

to your appearance?

You think it makes you more attractive?

Look at the Captain's wife.

Do you think she finds you attractive?

- With your flab?

- Stop it!

Look at her.

She's not as old as all that.

Excuse me, madam.

You'd be quite acceptable to her,

but with that figure of yours!

Follow her example.

Her body's really in shape.

Not a single extra calorie!

I'm not so sure!

What?

Did you hear that, madam?

That's really cheeky!

We can't put up with that, can we?

Hey you! Indian!

What's your name anyway?

Georg.

Like Daddy.

Lovely!

Georgie-boy, come over to me.

Come here.

Come on. Sit down beside me.

We're going to play a game.

Let the boy go!

I know you don't want to play,

but you'll see, it's fun.

Let the boy go!

See how your mother's

standing up for you?

- Dad could take an example from her!

- Stop it!

For that we're going

to let your mom play with us.

Hold Georgie a moment.

We're playing a nice little game:

Kitten in the Bag.

You'll see, it's fun.

There! Don't panic! Nothing will happen.

I said this is a nice game.

A family game.

Daddy is playing too

so he doesn't get bored.

Right. Now listen!

You'll have to keep still, or it's no fun.

Hey! Listen now!

That's right, Georgie.

We'll work together, okay?

The pillow case isn't uncomfortable, is it?

You've enough air, haven't you?

You've enough air, haven't you?

Yes.

Great. Then we can finally start.

So, the starting point of our game

was that mommy and our little Indian

wanted to slip out of here.

- But why?

- Don't know.

Is lying allowed, Fatty?

What an example you're setting!

You know why.

You mentioned her flab.

What do you mean, me?

It was you who doubted her flawlessness!

Okay. Forget it!

I understand too how it embarrassed her.

With the boy here.

That's why we play

"Kitten in the Bag."

To preserve moral decency.

The kiddy wears a pillow case

While mummy strips off, in great haste!

We mustn't hurt the kitty cat, right?

Dad's broken leg is enough.

Let the child go. Please!

Exactly. Daddy's playing with us too.

What are we waiting for?

Tell your wife not to be so shy.

It's ridiculous.

Anyway, I'm sure she isn't flabby.

Please, let the child go.

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