My Mother, the Mermaid Page #4

What about?

About us.

I want to read it.

You know, I don't believe

in perversion at all.

I don't want to

talk about that.

I don't believe in it simply

because it doesn't exist.

Your mother knows

better than me.

Are you annoyed I'm

writing her that?

It makes me sad.

If you don't want me

anymore, tell me real soon.

What are you thinking?

There's no guilty pleasure.

Forget that.

I'm ready to do everything.

Just be clear.

What do you want?

Do you even know

what you want?

I love you.

I don't want you

to stoop so low.

-What do you want?

-What is there to want?

Everything.

What did you do with Rea?

Stop it.

Why?

Did you do things that

you'd like to do again?

And what did you

do with my mother, huh?

Are you ashamed?

Pierre, let's

not play that.

Well, why not?

The first time, she

sent me to a hotel room.

Near the golf course.

She left the door opened.

I was supposed to enter...

get completely undressed...

then get on all

fours on the carpet.

Then just call for her.

Go on.

She came out of

the bathroom.

She stared at me

for a long time.

Then a man came out

of the bathroom.

He gave the orders.

He told your mother

what to do to me.

He wanted me blindfolded.

Then your mother sniffed

me everywhere he wanted.

He said she had

to clean me up...

Shut up!

Shut up!

OK.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone, I said.

Leave me alone!

-I'm going to make this one for you.

-This one's for me?

Yeah, what's your wish?

My wish?

I would like to get married!

-In a year?

-In two.

-Let's try!

-Come on!

Hey!

I wish we could stay here forever!

Watch, Pierre...

This one is for your mother.

Long live the biggest

b*tch of the Mediterranean!

Are you OK?

I'II apologize to him.

No. I'll go.

PIease don't.

You want to be alone?

Give me a cigarette.

Loulou!

Loulou!

Yes?

Can you come here?

Right away!

Prove to me my mother was

right for entrusting me to you.

-Sorry, I can't.

-You're staying.

It would be too

easy to leave now.

Get me the cord.

-Where is it?

-Near the brooms.

Here.

Get me her kit, too.

It's on the shelf.

Will you dress?

I'm not going.

I don't feel like it.

You can't stay

locked up here.

Why not?

Don't you hear the

hidalgos calling out to us?

No.

I hear nothing.

You're no fun anymore.

You're becoming

deadly boring.

Thanks.

You want to go home?

I want to see him.

In my opinion...

Being in Hansi's arms

made your son forget you.

Get moving!

I'm tired of

going out alone.

I've had it!

I think it's done, Rea.

It finally happened.

I've lost the urge.

You're just depressed.

It goes deeper than that.

It's over.

I shouldn't complain.

I made the most of it.

Now it's burned out.

Finished.

All the more reason...

Let's throw

a flamboyant funeral...

for the momentary

agony of your desire!

You know...

The last lap is

always the best!

I'm not joking.

It's not a

question of desire.

I burned all my bridges.

But you're right.

He surely forgot me.

Thanks!

Loulou?

Come here.

We'll never do it again.

I promise.

I did it a Iot.

I did it in front

of your mother.

Both of us whipped

Loulou for whole nights.

But she forced you.

I don't know.

You have to forget.

I don't want to see

you cry anymore.

Your mother made me swear

we'd do it with you.

Nothing can force

you to do it.

Are you sure?

I really love you, Pierre.

Kiss him.

Come and kiss him.

The three of us will

wait here for her.

We'll make her proud of us.

There's no reason

to be afraid, OK?

No reason to be afraid.

-One more beer please, my friend!

-I'm sorry, no.

And when I say no, it's no!

I'm closing.

One more, and I'll go to bed.

Could you help me please?

-Thank you, thank you.

-You're welcome.

Look who's here!

Oh, my baby's here.

Hello, kids!

Is this a funeral?

I missed you.

Is it cold?

Very.

-So you get a good sleep.

-Thank you very much.

How did it go with Hansi?

-Yeah, I don't know.

-I don't know.

I missed you.

-Let's toast!

-Cheers!

Cheers!

-Cheers!

-Cheers!

My mother!

My son!

My grownup son.

You look well.

I feel Iike sleeping.

I drank too much.

Won't you sleep with me?

If you want.

Isn't it good?

It's so good.

OK?

So what are you doing here?

-Holidays.

-Holidays.

-And you?

-Me, I don't know.

And what are you doing on holidays?

Relaxing, drinking...

Let's leave them alone, OK?

Are you gay?

No, I'm not gay.

Why do you ask?

Oh, I don't know,

just to know.

Wrong isn't what

we're about to do.

Wrong is wanting

to survive it.

You don't know me.

You couldn't get me.

Yes...

You're my mother.

And my love.

Come...

Come...

Mom, I don't want to die!

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