In a Glass Cage Page #3

- Of course.

Morning.

I don't feel well.

I'm very dirty.

Can't you at least

wash me today?

Not now. I've more

important things to do.

And Rena? Where is she?

Where is Rena?

What are you doing?

I'm going to paper this room.

I won't be long.

Rena, don't laugh.

He's going mad.

No, he isn't.

He's fixing the house.

He's put mesh-wire downstairs,

it's nice.

Mesh-wire?

Yes, for the doves.

We must do something.

Angelo doesn't take care of me,

he doesn't wash me.

When Mom comes back--

Do you want me to be sick?

No, Daddy.

I'm worried

about you and me.

But, Daddy, I'm just fine.

I really am.

He says that

now he's my father.

But I'm still your father.

I know, Daddy.

You want me

to be in this state?

No, but it's just...

he's had a lot of work.

Why doesn't the maid come,

in that case?

He doesn't want her to.

And neither do I.

What about me?

The wallpaper?

"In December,

we constantly heard the choir

rehearse in a nearby barrack.

Then I often isolated myself

with a child.

At times, I could hear

the soloist's voice

while watching a boy agonize.

There was a passage

that I liked most of all.

Unwillingly,

I started to associate it

with the pleasure

death gave me.

I discovered that hearing it

excited me tremendously.

At times, the panting

of the boys before dying--

seemed to be part of the song.

It was as if they sang it.

I don't know

what gave me the idea--

but I soon put it into

practice.

One day,

while hearing the song

I asked the boys

who among them could sing.

'Who can sing?"'

"'Who can sing?'

One of them stepped forward.

'Sing something.'

He immediately started to sing.

He had a beautiful voice.

Fear made it even more so.

I took his hand and led him

to the choir's barrack.

He was to be taught

the passage.

He came back a few days later.

I took him to my room

and made him sing.

The blue distended veins

on his neck moved me."

Enough for today.

Where are you going?

- To see Daddy.

- There's no need. Sit down.

- He'd feel better.

- I told you to sit down!

There's no need

to worry about him.

And you-- don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

- What about him?

- I said not to worry.

Have you spoken again?

He'd like the maid

to come back.

Me too. I think--

If you continue,

you'll get in trouble.

I'm the boss here!

Angelo, if this is to go on

I'd prefer you'd to kill me.

- What do I care now?

- I know.

But I must think of Rena.

Someone will come...

to find out.

Maybe so.

We must hurry.

If you'd listen to me--

What?

Why should I?

I'm in this because of you.

I'm going to the village.

Take care of Rena.

Goodbye.

Where's the sick man?

Upstairs. Go on up.

- Have you eaten?

- I was about to.

- Later, go to your room.

- I don't want to.

Go to your room!

Please, let me go.

Open.

Sing.

Sing. He's sick.

I said, sing!

A child is born for us,

for us a child is born

For us a child is born,

for us a child is born

For us a child is born,

for us a child is born...

Sing.

Rena--

Angelo is insane.

Yes, Daddy.

Has he hurt you?

Yes.

I'm hungry.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I was shut up in my room.

Rena, we must do something.

Don't be frightened...

but he could hurt both of us.

But Daddy,

maybe he isn't feeling well.

No, Rena, he isn't.

He killed your mother.

Yes, Daddy.

You knew about it?

Yes, Daddy.

And the boys...

You knew it too?

No, I didn't know.

Rena, listen to me.

Take some paper.

You must take a letter

to the village.

Give it to the maid.

Ask her to come

and call your grandparents.

Yes, Daddy.

They won't hurt Angelo,

will they?

Rena,

if they don't hurt Angelo...

he will hurt us.

Ready, Daddy.

Rena!

Rena, come here!

I warned you.

Look.

Want a cigarette?

Want to make some money?

"...my wife's

and the children's bodies

will be found in the wine casks

in the cellar.

Signed, Klaus."

Angelo?

Thank you, Angelo.

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