My Mother, the Mermaid Page #2

Robert and I will

take good care of you.

We'll call Grandma and

tell her you're going home.

Let's lay here.

-Give me some room.

-Yeah, Okay.

I know you're

horribly unhappy.

Mom?

You're just as weak.

Your father was

weak like you.

Maybe now you know desire

reduces us to weakness.

But you don't know

yet what I know.

-So tell me.

-No, Pierre.

You mustn't learn from me.

If you knew,

you'd forgive me.

You'd even forgive

your father.

I want you to

enjoy your life.

I don't think

you're happy enough.

I want to know

what you know.

I don't want you ever

looking this bad.

You know what Rea calls you?

Rea?

You know her.

She's the brunette who

picks me up sometimes.

Yeah, I guess so...

What does she say?

She calls you the

Sad Faced Knight.

Not too clever.

You two would get along.

She's only a

few years older.

She's the wildest

girl I know.

I'II put you in her hands.

She'll perfect

your education.

Mom.

Let your mother do,

will you?

Loving your mother

isn't everything...

nor being intelligent.

Nor being handsome.

Nor being

frighteningly serious.

Where will that take you if

you ignore the joy of others?

You're serious, too.

It's a mask, idiot.

I invited Rea for a drink

with us tonight at the house.

Is that OK?

Yes.

Good.

Are you afraid?

Of course not.

Pity.

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

Pierre,

get dressed.

We're taking you

out to the Yumbo.

Kiss me too, Rea.

Rea, please.

Little boy, the first kiss

I give you will be on your ass.

Please, can you pass by...

pass by the golf club.

I would like to see, the golf club,

I would like to see if it's still open.

My tongue will dig

around down there.

It will clean your

adorable shitty hole.

What did you tell him?

I can't wait to

eat his filthy ass.

Hey, my filthy ass

is as clean as yours!

What?

Why are you mad?

Show me, if I'm wrong.

What?

Here...

Stop it!

Stop it!

Let's check it out.

Can you turn on the light please?

Thank you.

Disgusting!

You're disgusting!

I think you overestimated

the cleanliness of your hole.

Go find him!

Go find him!

I beg you.

Go find him.

-You're worse than them!

-Let's go inside.

No.

I'm not moving.

Get up, Marthe.

The neighbors will hear.

Get up, please.

Stop it!

Come on...

Let me go!

Stop it!

-What happened to him?

-He's sleeping.

You slept there, Marthe?

-I must speak to you.

-Not now.

-It's important.

-It can wait.

-In your room?

-No.

I'll show you.

I must speak to you.

Are you OK?

Yes.

I was thinking of

your father's death.

Actually, it was

a good death.

And are you OK?

Fine.

I went to church.

Oh, Pierre.

Don't start that again.

It's OK.

I'm happy.

Everything's fine.

-Were you happy yesterday?

-Yes.

Even if everything will

have to be disrupted.

The pleasure only begins the

moment the worm is in the fruit.

While praying, I decided

to do what Rea wants.

That deserves a toast!

Bring on the bottles.

To your loves with Rea!

She still makes me afraid.

The three of us

will dine together.

You'll spend the

night with her.

-You're going to leave me?

-No.

I won't leave you.

I'll have fun on my own.

Get the drinks.

Pierre...

Do you know your

mother is nuts?

Yes.

-Don't leave us after dinner.

-Yes.

No!

I'll be sad if you go away.

I'm not your age anymore.

You two will have

more fun without me.

I wouldn't want an old

mother to hurt my fun.

You're not an old mother!

I must be, since I remember

being the worst child ever.

Don't wild daughters

always become old mothers?

I was wild.

Really, a wild child.

I ran alone in the woods.

I'm just as wild today.

You're probably right...

I might not be

an old mother.

Horseback riding

in the woods...

I rode bareback.

I threw off my clothes.

Pierre!

Are you listening?

I freed the horse

in the woods.

That's when I slept

with your father.

I wasn't your age.

I was and full of rage.

Your father found me

naked in the woods.

He thought my horse and

I were woodland beasts.

Your father hardly

counted in the story.

I preferred being alone.

I was alone in the woods.

I was naked.

I mounted naked.

I was in a state I'll

know again only at death.

I dreamed of game

and wildlife.

I prayed they

would disturb me.

Your father disturbed me.

My child, my

woodland child...

From woodland foliage, from

the moistness of my pleasure...

I didn't want your father.

When he found me

naked, he forced me.

I bloodied his

face, you know.

I wanted to scratch

his eyes out.

Mom.

I failed.

I wasn't thirteen yet.

Not at all.

If only I had been thirteen!

We had already been

married five years.

He spent his days

spying on me.

I think he always loved me.

Helene?

It's Manuel!

Join you later.

How you doing?

-How are you?

-How are you?

Look, I'm going over there

for a minute!

[indistinct stage announcer]

Close your eyes.

Have fun, little b*tch!

I'm looking for Helene?

Do you know Helene?

Look around,

find her yourself.

Helene and Rea?

Helene?

No.

Will you undress him?

Should I?

Kiss me.

-Kiss me.

-No.

That's not the kiss

I promised you.

The origin of the

world is this hole.

Nowhere else.

Never believe those

who pretend otherwise.

Go on.

Take these off.

Come on!

Giddy-up!

Come on!

Am I your horse?

-Am I your horse?

-Go on.

That's it.

-Say it.

-Easy, boy.

Easy!

That hurts!

Hello there,

may I have a drink with you?

I don't speak German.

You don't speak German?

Are you working here?

-Yeah, uh no.

-No?

Could I just sit here with you?

PIease...

Pardon me, I'm sorry.

Hello!

How are you? Fine?

What do you think about Canarias,

do you like it?

And you? Isn't it so marvelous?

Isn't it so electrified this summer?

The weather is super canariadish,

OK, Good bye. Thank you.

Have a good time. Good bye.

Hey, mom!

Mom, I have an idea!

Let's go fire

Marthe and Robert.

I'll fire them!

I mean, who cares.

We don't need them.

I'll fire them, OK?

Feel like being our servant?

Leave him alone.

He's German.

He can't understand.

I don't care.

I'II fire them.

Marthe!

Marthe!

Where are you

hiding, f***ing cow?

Come on!

Get dressed!

Get out!

No time to wash up!

Get dressed!

-What's happening?

-Shut up!

Get out!

You're fired!

Fired!

Don't come back!

Want to hit me?

-Go on, hit me.

-Don't, Robert!

My ass?

Want to slap my ass?

Slap it!

No?

Too bad.

I'm warning you...

You have twenty

minutes to disappear.

Twenty minutes!

If not, I'll waste you both.

I swear!

Think we could

get some coffee?

And as they did not

like to acknowledge God,

God delivered them over

to a discerning mind,

to do unsuitable things:

being filled with...

all injustice, wickedness,

covetousness, maliciousness;

full of envy,

homicidal thoughts...

strife, deceit, bad habits;

whisperers, revilers,

enemies of God.

Some...

who understand

the law of God...

still practice

such actions...

They are worthy of death.

They not only do them, but even

commend those who practice them...

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