Malina Page #2

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someone who's lost everything.

A veritable deluge!

I don't know why I'm crying.

Cry your heart out.

It'll do you good!

I assure you, I'll get over it.

But a week without you...

It's never lasted a week.

You don't notice.

So you cry in advance.

Maybe you're right to cry in advance.

Maybe later there won't be

anything to cry about.

A week without you is a week without reality.

You can't imagine what it's like.

Go ahead, cry.

I'm off to bed.

Really?

Malina, you understand

that a woman, who lives alone,

and works

can suddenly become dependent

on someone else...?

Go to bed.

No, I must tell you today.

How can a simple phone call to one

be a disaster for the other?

Don't tell me anything... Nothing!

You look tired.

Do I turn out the lights?

No, leave one on, please.

I'll turn them all off,

for once. Do you good.

Go to sleep. Be happy.

I am happy.

Because if you're not happy...

Then?

Then...

you'll never write

or do anything... good!

Malina, do I still deserve anything?

You can get anything from me,

except what I don't have.

I can't give you that.

Now what?

How long will you put up with this?

You're asking to soon.

For now, that's not the problem.

Soon, perhaps... someday.

I want you to come at once.

I want you to come at once.

Why stare at me as if

you'd seen a ghost?

Ordinary things can cause

an explosion at any moment.

I hope this calamity spared your car.

Lend it to me for tonight?

Mine's in the repair shop.

I really need a car.

It's Bela's hand:

burned or sprained or something.

Of course, I'll give you the keys.

Here!

Thank you.

I want you to come at once.

"If you know something,

keep it quiet!"

I was in bed.

I'm dead tired.

How's Bela?

Her hand isn't sprained,

broken or cut...

Just a minor burn.

Mother exaggerated, as usual.

Now... I'd like to be sick.

That light's no good for working.

Bad for the eyes.

Sorry, but I'm in a hurry.

I'm not Christ, I can't save you.

You look like him.

If you can't save me,

shield me from the fire.

I bet Malina's thought of that already.

"Dear Mr. Schonthal, for years...

"I've been unable

to open my door, answer...

"...the phone or call for weeks on end.

"I can't do it,

but don't know how to overcome it."

The letter to Mr. Schonthal

must go out at once.

The request is already a year old.

This letter won't do at all.

I don't really know this man.

It's a Graeft & Stift, 4-door sedan,

motor number 287, 42 H.P.

You hear me?

The only feminine element in your museum

is the horses' rumps

in the battle scenes.

The rear was damaged by

the terrorist bombing.

You can see the damage.

You don't believe me,

and you're right,

but someday... I may start...

So start.

...devoting myself to you,

for what you do, think, feel.

Let it rest, stir, beat,

knead, whip, whip...

Follow these recipes faithfully

and you end up in a hospital.

You show it

when something's wrong.

Just now everything's fine.

Why not simply say you want to come

back to my place?

Stop it, Ivan!

I'm letting you play your little game.

I'm not playing now.

I stopped playing long ago.

That's just it.

Without the play it all goes wrong.

"I'll die. But my death

will avenge me.

"I'll not die alone.

Someone will follow me."

I don't understand...

about the Jubilee ceremonies?

A glorious era, before I was born.

I've really no opinion on it.

Not that I have any...

But you know... what they say:

History teaches lessons,

but it has no students.

What was I saying?

I'll try to be clearer,

to stick to the facts...

Justice... is...

a pious wish,

a hope for the inaccessible.

When it touches us too closely,

we call it injustice.

The real culprits are still alive...

The fire at the Courthouse...

that permanent fire...

The fire... there's always fire...

Erasing the tape? Why?

Erasing everything?

What was I saying?

I read a lot.

But I see the horror,

the shocks elsewhere...

words on a sign,

names on a poster, book titles,

a name in a phonebook,

an epitaph in Slovenian on a gravestone,

a placard, a line on a page...

Sometimes these fragments

insist on being heard.

"With my burned hand

I write of fire."

Language is punishment:

everything

is in it, and through it error

makes all things vanish.

Everything vanishes!

In this fragile medium,

our century has ignited a few minds,

burning them so that they give light.

They were burned!

Through the chimney!

Bela should have taken

you back long ago.

You were at home:

I saw the light in your window.

I wanted to say...

Why didn't you call me?

I was busy too.

Always defending yourself!

You ought to attack me.

Go on, attack!

I do all the time.

You don't notice it.

Show me your hand.

Not like that, the back.

You can see a woman's age in her hands.

I spot it at once.

Never misses with women.

there:

these brown spots...

Leave me alone!

I must warn you...

I save you from choking,

and you're warning me?

Watch out! I'm not who

you think I am.

You don't realize I'm double.

Double!

I'm Malina's creature, too.

You don't see that.

He didn't teach you much!

Understand?

I'm also Malina, and Malina is me.

You're a handsome man, Malina.

I simply write:
"You give me

no choice, I'll defend my hide.

"I'll skip the description of it,

"as you knew it well."

Just sign it:

"A Stranger."

Mail to you is like a grenade

with the pin out.

What did you want?

Restrain your charitable impulses.

If you don't

no hairdresser for one year.

Looking for someone, ma'am?

A Bulgarian gentleman from Israel

reading the Express.

There are 20 gentlemen reading

the Express, ma'am.

I'm the blond in the blue coat.

And after the meeting I won't be

able to afford a new coat.

Excuse me, ma'am?

I hope he doesn't need millions...

You're the man?

You've come... How wonderful!

So you met my friends in Israel?

I don't think so.

I wasn't in Israel.

I'm Bulgarian.

I got your name

out of the phonebook.

You're my only hope.

You're from Sofia?

I've brought you something.

Read this now?

Everything, right away!

I'll read it at home.

Read everything now!

Please! Right now!

Well?

Look, I can't read it all now!

Listen, please...

I need money to pay for my

trip to Itzehoe.

Where?

You have to go to Itzehoe?

They want to amputate my legs there.

You have to have your legs amputated?

And you have no money?

Do you have change?

Thank you.

Thank God you're in!

You must help me!

A foreigner's coming.

Give him a 1st class ticket

to Itzehoe.

One way.

And 2000 Schillings in cash.

I must go. Do you have a pen?

Give this to that man when I'm gone.

Right away, ma'am.

Not right away! After I've gone!

I have to answer all this?

Take it back to the post office.

These cats have to go!

They'll be gone by the end

of the month.

You said that last month!

I don't like them!

They belong to two children.

Thanks for feeding them yesterday.

You think of everything!

Ma'am!

Should we move it today?

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