Malina Page #3

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Why now, Lina?

You've wanted to all year.

Why not now?

We've waited this long,

what's another week?

We'll get some men to do it.

Men, ma'am?

We don't need men to move

a few sticks.

Don't look at me! I'm no man!

I have an idea!

We'll find two men,

give them a tip and a beer!

Give me the tip, ma'am.

We'll do it ourselves.

It's for me.

It's for me!

Come off it!

It's for me.

No one on the phone.

What are you doing?

Leave it! I have to stay here!

I have to wait to get into my home.

Shall I call someone to get you?

I have to wait...

...until I can pass by there -

I have to wait here...

because...

Don't you understand?

This is Andras and that's Bela!

My sole heirs!

Hi aunty!

Did the dentist hurt you?

My tooth hurt, but he pulled it!

And I... I...

You only had two little cavaties!

I don't believe you. Show me!

I had a wisdom tooth pulled.

I have them, you don't!

Liar!

I despise you,

son of a Caliph's dog.

I, Cashmir the magician,

will depose you.

You, my son Mizrah,

will be the new caliph of Baghdad!

This magic powder will serve me well!

So the enchanted creatures pressed on.

They knew not how to end the torment,

imprisoned in stork's bodies.

Who would believe their story?

A stork who claimed to be a caliph!

So the flew toward Medina,

and came to rest

for the night in the shelter

of an old ruin.

The caliph opened the door

with his beak

and stopped in surprise.

Welcome, storks!

My father is the King of India,

I am his wretched

only daughter.

My name is Lusa.

Cashmir the magician cast

a spell on me.

One day he asked for my hand

in marriage for his son.

My father threw him out.

His revenge was this spell.

He dragged me here.

He said to me angrily:

"Here you shall remain,

spurned by all

"'til the end of your days,

or 'til someone

"takes you as his wife!"

I know how to break his spell.

If one

among you marries me, I will

help him find

the magic charm.

Be patient.

You know we'll meet again.

I know.

But where? And when?

In a town...

And in this town there will

be a street.

I will lose my eyes.

It is Sunday in the mirror.

"Take the star from my eye

ere it sparkles.

"Pluck the grass from my brow

ere it withers.

"Slam the door to the clouds

ere I fall."

Trounced again!

You play by remote control.

You attack what is mine

and neglect the rest.

Trounced!

You sneak past my door,

even when you're alone here.

Even when I'm alone here.

I know... "as though there

were no doors..."

You'd rather I was suspicious?

Take the initiative.

Stop me from saying stupid things.

No, that's not my role.

What did you want?

Nothing.

It's getting easier to be apart.

I hadn't noticed.

Now I can spend hours

without thinking

of you.

One day the earth will cave

in beneath you.

You're always crying wolf.

Watch, when I can let go...

parting's easy!

I can leave you.

But you come back quickly!

Five seconds less than last time.

But you should stop drinking.

You promised.

You caught me off guard!

I was close to immortality!

Wear your striped dress.

I'd die first.

Only if you smoke as you change!

I just got in.

A little walk.

From your place? No?

I'll call you back.

OK, call you tomorrow.

"Hanging up's like...

"...opening the dam!

How do I keep my head above water?"

"Some day..."

What did you cross out?

You saw.

Stop taking those pills!

I was thinking

of that day in Klagenfurt.

My first real pain.

It stays with me.

Not the graduation party

story again!

I was walking along the river.

I was 13. An angelic boy said to me...

"I have something for you."

How do you know?

"I have something for you."

But when I drew near

he punched me hard in the face

and said, "That's for you!"

That was my first encounter with pain

and with the pleasure in it.

Only happens to you!

Nothing ever happens to you!

Face to face with death...

Don't you feel anything?

Not even disgust?

You have to discuss everything!

Why do you feel contempt for me?

I always come back to you.

That I wanted to know.

It's all I ask.

Can an outsider come between

two people?

I don't mean us, of course.

Nothing can come between us.

Why not us?

Because we're an entity or nothing!

They'll break your fingers to pry it

when you're dead!

What does that mean?

Can't you take a joke?

It wasn't a joke!

You didn't address it.

That letter needs no address.

But you're no child!

"Another brandy?"

Uncle Gabriel had another.

He sat down.

The policeman said:

"What kind of an artist are you?"

Uncle Gabriel thought this

over carefully

and replied:

"I'm a chorus girl."

I'd like to have them all the time.

I bet you're glad we're going.

Ivan, about Venice...

it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Be good for you to go.

We could...

I've explained it all.

My mother vetoed the Tyrol.

We'll go...

...to Lake Mond.

When?

In two days.

I couldn't reach you to tell you.

Good timing.

The Altenwyls invited me

to Lake Wolfgang.

I've cancelled twice,

if I don't go they'll be hurt.

Go! Get a change of air.

I need a prince to rescue me.

I defended you, princess,

now I'll save you.

Who are you?

Show me your face.

Come, don't leave me.

My people are older than any other,

and scattered to the winds.

That's be in 20 centuries.

We'll talk like humans...

I'll talk like a woman...

and you like a man.

But...

Don't answer a May 31 letter,

or even mention the date.

These can wait!

I thought...

Leave! For God's sake, leave!

You're stuttering. Why?

I'm not imagining it!

I'm busy today,

so we won't meet again.

Tomorrow?

No need to come to the station.

Look, I'm in an awful hurry!

See you tomorrow.

What're you doing?

Afraid I'd throw out your posthumous

works in your absence?

I don't want to leave Vienna.

Come!

In summer, all proper people

must be seen

on the banks of Lake Wolfgang.

Too bad.

I understand.

Send me a postcard

signed by the kids!

I can't talk now,

I must call a cab.

Hello. You came after all.

I hear odd things of you.

You promised me tranquility.

Don't worry.

There'll be no one but the family.

How many in your family?

You can't stay shut in.

Get back in touch with humanity.

Madam, a letter for you.

Dinner is served.

My dear guests,

welcome to this hunt dinner.

I must point out...

the links between hunting

and this house.

You've seen all the trophies,

and you wonder, why they're here.

Hunting is a family tradition,

generations old.

My ancestors collected these trophies

over the centuries.

You won't like some of them

maybe all of them...

because they're dead things.

But our tradition

makes us keep them in this house.

I, too, respect that tradition...

and I've kept them here.

I'm being cruelly

of robbed these days.

I despair in wasting them like this

when life is at Lake Mond.

It's irreversible.

"I saw sentences under

the night lights,

"hanging between the trees,

"floating in sewers,

"printed by cars

in the hot asphalt."

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