Nymphomaniac: Vol. II Page #6

And now I'm afraid one

of those coincidences

you have such a hard time with

occurred with a

very special person.

It was P's job to take

us to the debtors,

so until I saw the

name on the door,

I had no idea whose

house we were at.

Are you sure this

is the right place?

Yeah.

I was thinking maybe it's time

for you to do this one on your own.

Yeah?

Thank you, Joe.

I don't want anything destroyed

and I don't want anybody hurt.

Okay?

You just show yourself

and offer him a

reasonable payment plan.

If you say so.

Of course that's how I'll do it.

Whether the feeling

when I saw Jerome again

was love, I couldn't say.

But it was a feeling,

and far stronger than I liked.

I was actually walking home

through the alley here.

No two neighborhoods

are totally different

but still so close together

that the shortest route

from Jerome's house

towards the center was

through the alley.

Hello!

How did it go?

Brilliant.

Yeah, really well.

I made a reasonable payment

plan like you told me to.

How did he look?

Scared.

How old did he look?

I dunno.

Ancient?

Jerome was to pay off his

debt in six payments.

Every time P went to

Jerome to collect,

I paced around restlessly

until she was back home again.

I even had to find my mother's

sad old solitaire cards

in order to make the hours pass.

Each night I was less

reassured by her coming home

than the night before.

The question of whether

jealousy is the fear of sharing

or the fear of losing was

of little interest to me.

But yes, it was a fact

that this unworthy feeling I had

managed to suppress for so long

was creeping up on me.

The evening she was to

collect the final payment

she didn't kiss me.

I took it to be forgetfulness,

but the hours passed

and she didn't return.

Every time I saw car lights,

I thought it was P

being driven home.

I had decided to flee.

I couldn't stay in this

town with her and him.

I had cowardly made a plan

to escape and head south,

like from some ice age

I didn't have the guts

to turn around and face.

But the goodbye was sad and

strangely unfulfilling.

And something called me on

to seek further up the Mountain.

It's said to be difficult

to take someone's life.

I would've said that it's

more difficult not to.

For a human being,

killing is the most natural

thing in the world.

We're created for it.

Wonderful.

No, get off!

Sorry.

Fireman's grip.

Oh. Oh yeah.

Fill all my holes please.

I still don't know why

the gun didn't work.

I did check to make sure

that there were bullets

in the magazine.

It simply malfunctioned,

just like bond's Beretta.

I think I know enough to say that

even if you had rounds in the

magazine of the Walther P.P.K.,

and you'd taken off the safety...

You cannot shoot until

you rack the gun.

You pull and release

the sliding mechanism.

And P hadn't done it

because, as she said,

she had no intention

of shooting the man.

I don't know about bond, but I

assume it has to be apparent

from his books and his films that

you have to rack an

automatic pistol.

Of course, you're right.

I've seen it in films

a thousand times.

It's morning.

And the snow is gone.

So the sun must be out?

Yes, there is sun.

I've never managed to figure

out where it comes from.

It must be some interplay

between windows

and towers and high buildings.

It's not much,

but it's the sun you

get here at my place.

It's beautiful.

In the beginning you said that

your only sin was that you

asked more of the sunset.

Meaning, I suppose, that you wanted

more from life than

was good for you.

You were a human being

demanding your right.

And more than that,

you were a woman

demanding her right.

Does that pardon everything?

Do you think if two men

would've walked down a

train looking for women,

do you think anybody would

have raised an eyebrow?

Or if a man had led

the life you had?

And the story about Mrs. H

would've been extremely

banal if you'd been a man

and your conquest would

have been a woman.

When a man leaves his children

because of desire,

we accept it with a shrug,

but you as a woman,

you had to take on a...

A guilt, a burden of guilt

that could never be alleviated.

And all in all, all

the blame and guilt

that piled up over the years

became too much for you,

you reacted aggressively...

almost like a man I have to say...

And you fought back.

You fought back against

the gender that had been

oppressing and mutilating

and killing you and

billions of women.

But I wanted to kill a human being.

But you didn't.

Because of a chance event.

You call it a chance event.

I call it subconscious resistance.

On the surface you wanted to kill,

but deep down you

celebrated human worth

and a veil of forgetfulness

draped itself over your

knowledge of how to rack a gun.

Although all this sounds frighteningly

close to the cliches of our times...

And I'm predisposed

to knock holes in your arguments...

I'm too tired.

Well, that's good.

Why don't you lay down?

Yes.

Let me just say that

telling my story

as you insisted...

Or permitted...

Has put me at ease.

At this moment

my addiction is very clear to me...

And I've come to a decision.

Even though only one in a million,

as my dubious therapist said,

succeed in...

Mentally, bodily...

And in her heart

of ridding herself

of her sexuality,

this is now my goal.

But is that a life worth living?

It's the only way I can live it.

I will stand up against all odds...

Just like a deformed

tree on a hill.

I will muster

all my stubbornness...

My strength...

My masculine aggression.

But most of all I

want to say thanks

to my new, and maybe first friend.

Thank you, Seligman...

Who perhaps is happy when

all is said and done.

I'm happy at any rate

that the shot didn't go off

and made me a murderer.

If I may, I'd like to sleep now.

I'll make sure you

won't be disturbed.

Good night, Joe.

Good night, Seligman.

No!

But you... you've f***ed

thousands of men.

Hey, Joe

where are you going

with that gun in your hand?

Hey, Joe

I said where are you going

with that gun in your hand?

I'm going down to

shoot my old lady

you know I caught her messing

around with another man

I'm going down to

shoot my old lady

you know I caught her messing

around with another man

and that ain't too cool

hey, Joe

I heard you shot

your woman down

you shot her down now

hey, Joe

I heard you shot your lady down

you shot her down to the ground

yes, I did, I shot her

you know I caught her

messing around town

yes, I did, I shot her

you know I caught my old

lady messing around town

and I gave her the gun

I shot her

hey, Joe

where you gonna go to now?

Hey, Joe

where you gonna go to now?

I'm going way down south

way down to Mexico way

I'm going way down south

way down where I can be free

ain't no hangman gonna

he ain't gonna put

a rope around me

hey, Joe

you'd better run on down

good night

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