Nymphomaniac: Vol. II Page #5

- Pity?

Yes.

I had just destroyed his life.

Nobody knew his secret,

most probably not even himself.

He sat there with the shame.

I suppose I sucked him off

as a kind of apology.

That's unbelievable.

No, listen to me.

This is a man

who'd succeeded in

repressing his own desire,

who had never before given into it

right up until I forced it out.

He had lived a life full of denial

and had never hurt a soul.

I think that's laudable.

No matter how hard I try,

I can't find anything

laudable in pedophilia.

That's because you think about

the perhaps 5% who

actually hurt children.

The remaining 95%

never live out their fantasies.

Think about their suffering.

Sexuality is the strongest force

in human beings.

To be born with a

forbidden sexuality

must be agonizing.

The pedophile who manages

to get through life

with the shame of his desire

while never acting on it

deserves a bloody medal.

But there was another

reason for my sympathy,

which you find so mysterious.

I saw a man who was carrying

the same cross as myself.

Loneliness.

We were both sexual outcasts.

In any case, some years passed,

during which my business grew,

enabling me to step up

my anonymous deposits

to Marcel.

Your business is doing great...

You complete all the jobs

I give you to perfection

and I hear only words of praise

from your other clients.

But...

- But what?

- ...We aren't getting any younger.

Oh.

No, that's for sure.

I think you're getting to that age

where you have to start

thinking about a successor.

Ohhh.

- I don't need a f***ing successor.

- Listen.

A person should take

their crime seriously.

You need someone

to be your right hand,

someone to help you.

A crown princess.

The normal process

is to find out what colleagues

are in prison or are drug addicts,

and thereby unable to fulfill

their roles as parents.

Then you find out where

their kids play football...

And you get involved.

You cheer them on for

a couple of years

no matter how bad they are.

Actually, the worse, the better.

That way

gradually you take on

the role of the parent

until in the end

you have a loyal helper that

will walk through fire for you.

Even do time for you.

It sounds like a...

Kind of an entrapment

you're suggesting.

- An unsavory entrapment.

- Call it what you want,

but if you believe at all

in the effects of good parenting,

that kid will have much

greater opportunities

with you as a mentor than without.

And since I like you,

I've been looking around

for a suitable subject.

She's 15 years old

from a family of

hardened criminals,

and she's been through a lot.

Last couple of years she's

been institutionalized.

Her father is in prison and her

mother died of an overdose.

She's a smart girl.

And although she

doesn't play football,

she does play basketball...

Very badly.

She's chosen a team sport

because she's lonely.

Her right ear is

slightly deformed...

Which she's very ashamed of,

and of course this serves

to isolate her even more.

It makes her an easy target

for even the slightest

bit of attention

or sign of empathy from you.

Despite my protests,

the clever L somehow talked me

into actually having a look at P.

The longer I watched the poor

girl with the deformed ear,

the more repulsive I

found the whole plan.

But as if L had foreseen this,

the meeting with P filled

me with pity and emotion.

And without wanting to,

I found myself,

weekend after weekend,

at her games supporting

the poor player.

Thanks for cheering me on.

You're welcome.

You played really well today.

- No, I didn't.

- You did.

You really improved

yourself lately.

I was proud to introduce P

to my father's passion...

And to his world.

It's actually...

The souls of the trees

that we see in the winter.

I think they look like human souls.

You're right.

They do look like human souls.

Twisted souls,

regular souls, crazy souls.

All depending on the kind

of lives human beings lead.

I found my tree,

my soul tree.

This is my tree.

It's not an ash tree.

No, it's an oak tree.

My father found his soul tree,

but I've...

I've never found mine.

"You will know it when you see it,"

that's what he said.

When P reached the age of majority

and I became her personal advisor,

I asked her to move in with me.

I've never seen you

with your hair up.

It's so pretty.

All this time all my sexual

activity had stopped.

My groin was one big

sore from my abuse

that wouldn't heal

and made even

masturbation impossible.

I experienced definite

abstinence symptoms:

Fever and cramps.

Joe, what's going on?

- Careful.

- We need to clear this up.

I just get this sometimes.

It's okay, it's okay.

Perhaps she really loved you.

I couldn't accept it.

Perhaps because you really

wanted it to be true.

Perhaps I hoped it.

It's very touching,

all this about P.

Then you've probably

misunderstood the whole thing.

Don't.

I wanna see you.

- Don't.

- Why?

- Please don't.

- Why not?

No.

No, I have a wound.

- I have a wound.

- It doesn't matter.

No, you don't understand.

I have that thing with my ear.

I'm so ashamed.

D'you like me?

You're so beautiful.

There's one thing

I don't understand.

Did she know what you

did for a living?

P was very discreet

and a girl of few words.

Oddly, although

I worked strange hours,

she never asked about my work.

But one day she had a question.

Joe?

Why did you start coming

to my basketball matches?

It wasn't a coincidence, was it?

No, it wasn't a coincidence.

I didn't tell you because I...

I thought you'd be upset...

And that you'd get angry at me.

I won't get angry.

What I do...

My job isn't a normal job.

It's not legal.

No one in my family

does anything legal.

A man that's helped

me in my business

suggested that I watched you.

The plan was that I...

I should look at you

to see whether one day

I could use you in my work.

I should make friends with you,

because I knew you didn't

have a mother or a father.

What's wrong with that?

Don't you see how

evil that plan was?

I felt terrible.

You shouldn't have.

Why not?

Because if you hadn't...

We'd never have met.

I'd like to go with you to work

- ...next time.

- No.

Will you think about it?

- No.

- Yes.

No.

She didn't take no for an answer.

No, of course not.

How do you keep a

wave upon the sand?

With the risk of being

too clever for myself,

social inheritance

is an irrefutable fact.

If anyone knew about

the laws of the street,

it must've been P.

You're more right than you know.

Let's shoot the f***er.

Stop! Stop!

We don't use firearms.

- I'd like to have the gun.

- The others have weapons too.

Well, I didn't know that.

But in any case,

you're not to have one.

But guns aren't dangerous.

It depends on how you use them.

Yes, exactly.

I wasn't going to shoot him.

We wouldn't have gotten any

money out of him that way.

Can I have the gun?

Thank you.

You're evil.

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