Interrabang Page #3

And after hours and hours...

We find ourselves marvellously

man and woman...

- Woman and man.

- Perfection?

Perfection!

And you should have noticed.

Do you like being stroked,

or does it depend on who by?

Look, Valeria's made it to the boat.

I wonder if she'll get lucky as well.

- Why do you say that?

- I've never seen her with another boy...

Actually, she seems like a boy sometimes.

No, that isn't true, either...

Sometimes she's very feminine,

and gracious...

Desirable, even!

Perhaps she's the typical

definition of unisex.

Do you like being stroked,

or does it depend on who by?

- Did you cheat on Fabrizio?

- When?

- Today, with Marco?

- He's a great kisser.

I tried to, but he didn't want to.

I liked that, a lot.

- Poor Fabrizio.

- Why? You've never cheated on him?

Sure, you can cheat on your husband,

but his lover can't.

What about the ones who aren't married?

It's so good to cheat on someone...

- This is the age of betrayal.

- And you feel like a child of this age?

Of course!

The little girl is coming back,

nothing happened...

No, she's no woman...

Sex doesn't exist anymore!

This is the great conquest...

Forget about the moon!

Man can die, drown, disappear...

We don't need them!

You, her, all women, but not me!

Where are you going?

- Where are you going?

- I want to dive off those rocks!

- It's dangerous.

- You know I love danger!

- What was he doing on the boat?

- He was just curious.

- What's he like?

- Interesting.

Is he handsome?

- He's handsome.

- Is he young?

He's young.

- Would you like to make love to him?

- I'd like to.

So why didn't you?

You could have.

- Because he didn't ask.

- And if he had?

Perhaps.

- Why all the questions?

- Margerita thinks you're strange.

- I know.

- She says you aren't a woman.

- Maybe she's right.

- What do you mean?

If you have to ask to be a women,

then I'll never be one.

Is that all?

You had me worried for a moment.

I thought it might be a hormonal problem.

But if you don't ask, you'll never know.

It's one of the oldest laws in the world.

And that's the sad truth.

Ask as much as you can to have it all.

For you, not for me.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- Sure I do.

- Do you love him?

- I think so.

- Why haven't we been introduced?

- Because you wouldn't like him.

- What does he do?

- I've never asked him.

- How does he get by?

- He manages.

- Would he marry you?

- If I had money we'd live together...

But you've got the money,

including mine.

What do you have against me?

- Is it so hard for you to tell me?

- No, it's very easy...

I hate you.

I hate you with all my might.

- Is it Fabrizio?

- No!

- What is that idiot up to?

- He probably ran off with that girl.

- Do you think he's so easy?

- Easy as can be and very available!

I'm cold!

- What's wrong?

- I don't feel well.

- Is the sergeant expecting someone?

- I'm cold.

- You were in the water too long.

- No, it's different...

I'm cold with fear.

I want to go away from here.

Marco!

Marco!

Well, what about that guy?

Shall we humour him?

That idiot's trying to scare us.

I don't like it here anymore,

I want to go away.

Where?

Away... Away!

I saw something I've never

seen before...

I never thought death would scare me...

But now I know I could never look

at my victim in the face.

- What are you talking about?

- There's a dead body behind those rocks...

- A policeman.

- Don't joke!

I'm not!

The policeman they mentioned

on the radio.

- Don't go, he might be there.

- Who?

- I'm sure it was him.

- I know what I'm doing.

Don't leave me alone...

Wait.

Hello.

Hello.

"In time to watch her grow,

more a vine than a branch..."

"She had a flamboyant beauty that

could not last more than twenty years"

Why are you so quiet?

Come on, say something...

Say:
"The sea".

- "The sea", and?

- The sea!

Again.

Stop.

I get it.

"Your voice is firm, cold..."

"Without pandering violins,

that bear down on your emotions."

"She was like you,

she was real."

Do you know any more?

- Yes, sure, I write a lot of them.

- What inspires you?

Phrases, words, the sounds of a poet.

And me?

Won't you say something about me?

- You're one of those...

- I knew it!

Fool...

You're one of those women who

plays only one role in life...

The beautiful beast.

I didn't understand a word!

But he's cute, isn't he?

You have the kind of skin renaissance

painters used to depict angels...

The lateral ones.

Damn it, when is he coming back?

You're better off drowning your

sorrows in a bottle of whiskey.

Where have they gone?

I don't like being alone with you...

You're becoming less of a woman,

and more of an enemy...

I'm afraid of frigidity.

Frigidity is a sickness,

just like nymphomania.

- I'm not a nymphomaniac!

- I didn't say that.

But some people think I am,

and I hate it!

I enjoy feeling like a woman,

and I like Marco.

- No, you'd better leave Marco alone.

- You're not jealous, are you?

Am I intruding on your property?

Don't be so stupid.

I'm sure Marco is the fugitive...

And I don't want to see you

get in trouble.

So you don't hate me then?

No, not now.

I'm not in the mood.

- We're full of revelations today!

- Surprised?

Well I exist, just like you and Anna.

Maybe more than both of you...

And you're going to find out very soon!

Do you know who got rid of the body?

I saw it, too...

- I saw it, too, and before you.

- I don't believe you.

- He had a big cut on his temple.

- Why didn't you say?

So at least one us doesn't know,

and can stay calm until Fabrizio returns.

That bastard isn't coming back...

He isn't coming back!

Anna!

She isn't answering?

Who knows where she's gone?

What is she up to?

I don't like this silence.

Where could she be?

She's probably looking for the body with

Marco, she still thinks he's innocent.

- What can we do?

- Nothing, all we can do is wait.

I knew you'd come.

Why do you always swim

in your clothes?

- Otherwise it would be too easy.

- And you don't like things to be too easy.

- Why do you cover yourself?

- I'm scared of the sun.

Sure, you don't know about

the fear in the shadows...

The long shadows in a church...

Or a cell.

- Where are you going?

- To search...

Margerita wasn't joking: she saw

a dead body, and I believe her.

What are you looking at?

Don't play games with me.

- What do you want from us?

- What I said...

I'm helping you look.

But it's funny!

- What?

- We're looking for a dead body...

Like kids searching for buried treasure.

I don't understand you.

I'm just saying that if this

body does suddenly appear...

It won't even frighten us that much.

Besides, what's the point?

A dead man, amongst

all these dead things...

What difference does one make,

when millions die all the time?

I'd like to die here.

Will you kill me?

- Why do you want to die?

- Because that's living.

I'm the one who wants to...

It's me who decides, always.

I had a woman I believed in,

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