Possession Page #3

Maybe we can both go

and pick him up at school.

I can't.

It doesn't hurt.

No.

I got your wife's address,

it's in Kreuzberg,

Sebastianstrasse 87, first floor.

She seems to be alone.

You want me to check this now?

I'm sorry to bother you, miss, I'm

from the building manager's office.

We had a complaint about some

broken window somewhere,

and the glass falling down on

the sidewalk. -Is that what it is?

I'm afraid I have to check your windows.

But I c... can assure you they're alright!

How can you be so sure? I just...

I just saw you come in.

It'll only take a moment.

-I don't want you to be here!

I quite understand, miss,

but it's me or the police.

A lady got hurt down the

sidewalk, a Turkish w... woman.

Now, you might say she

shouldn't be here in the first place,

but she lodged a complaint, so

what can I do about it?

Nothing.

Please.

Is it okay?

Moment.

So?

-Excuse me, the bathroom.

The bathroom doesn't have a window.

You sure?

-Absolutely.

Some bathrooms have

windows this side of the house.

Not in this one.

I'm afraid I still have to check it.

Before someone else gets...

-Would you care for a glass of wine?

Wine?

-Yes.

I'm afraid I ...

Yes, wine!

-I'm afraid you...

Oh, come on, don't be so formal!

Miss, it doesn't make any sense,

I've got k... kids...

I only came for the window.

Sorry, miss.

I still have to look.

Broke!

Was ist das?

How long?

Ages and ages. Much longer than I could.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

May I see your wife?

No, she went out.

That's not entirely true, she...

She doesn't live with us any longer.

It's about Bob.

-Ah, Bob!

Bob is fine.

He's just beaten the world

record in tub diving.

Hello.

-Cut it out, Bob.

Look...

Would you be so kind, he's...

He's actually been in the

bath for about an hour.

Yes, of course.

I have called many times.

I wanted to discuss with you

the redistribution of our parts

in this fundamentally vulgar

structure, the triangle.

In other words, where is she?

I've been giving a great deal of thought

to the illogical aspects of your

anger and your fear, and...

Is Anna with you?

-And if...?

I'd only ask to have a talk with her.

What if I said... no?

I'm sorry I used violence with you.

Now I'd only employ my psychic

process to make her come to me.

Oh, I'm so sorry, she's not here.

Did I tell you I had

a wife and a daughter?

No!

-They live in Cincinnati.

And what does that do for you?

They will always will

be my first family.

Anna can be the second,

and you, and Bob in some sense.

Do you have a dog?

Would that I had.

You misuse me.

It's stiff and blocked men like you that

lead them to the concentration camp.

And who are the crusaders of every

blind principle, so-called ideology,

humanity invents to strangle me.

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you draw into

the magnitude of my love

and pull it... all over

your life, like a veil?

Okay, I like you.

And I can tell you where Anna lives.

Lives?

Only...

I don't know the guy's name.

That's impossible, it doesn't make sense.

Why not? Because you think

you've given her supreme pleasure?

You, with your Yin-Yang balls

dangling from your... Zen brain?

Okay, maybe it does boil down

to a sexual contest, in which case

I'm sure you win...

hands down.

But is that all?

I used to be afraid of you.

But I don't think I am anymore.

There is nothing to fear

except God.

Whatever that means to you.

For me God is a disease.

That's why through

disease we can reach God.

"Tracking something," said

Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.

"Tracking what?"

said Piglet, coming closer.

"That's just what I ask myself.

I ask myself, What?"

"What do you think you'll answer?"

He wants to say good night to you.

Thank you.

You smell clean.

Do you like Helen?

I think so.

Are you not sure?

-Well, I don't know her yet.

Do you like her?

-Yes. Well, who don't you like?

I don't like... Heinrich.

And I don't like that sailboat.

-Why? He's funny.

I don't like...

I don't like Mommy to

like him more than us.

Who's prettier, Mommy or Helen?

Who do you think is prettier?

-You tell me.

Our Mommy.

Good night, Stunkey.

Thank you.

Do you have anyone

to help you with him?

Oh, it's...

It's not a problem, I...

I have plenty of time.

Bob won't say anything to me,

he keeps his worries for himself.

He knows everything, senses everything.

Children are amazing.

Yeah...

-After lunch we have an hour of rest.

Bob very often falls asleep.

And when he does, he cries, or shouts.

Does he do it at home?

No.

He screams.

It's very difficult to calm him down.

When he wakes up,

he pretends that nothing happened.

What can I say ...

I'm at war against women.

They have no foresight.

There is nothing about them that

is stable, there's nothing to trust.

They're dangerous.

There is nothing in common among

women except menstruation.

Excuse me.

I come from a place where

evil seems easier to pinpoint

because you can see it in the flesh.

It becomes people, so you know exactly

the danger of being deformed by it.

Which doesn't mean I admire your world.

But I find pathetic these stories

of women contaminating the universe.

I'm one of the contaminated.

Because you never feel free, do you?

So sad that for you freedom

seems to mean evil.

And what about lack of freedom?

That was extraordinary.

Alright.

Together we can listen if Bob cries out.

You don't have to make love to me.

I'm not trying.

What happened?

Did you have a bad dream?

It's okay, it's alright.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't very wise of me.

This makes you think

you've been right all along.

Hello, Bob.

Good morning.

I phoned you at home, you...

Then I thought I might catch you here.

I didn't tell you where

Bob goes to school.

Wasn't difficult.

We have a minor problem here.

Yes?

The detective who was

in charge of tracing your wife

didn't come home last night.

-So?

He wasn't home this morning,

hasn't reported to the office.

Before we start to get worried, I...

When was he going to check it,

yesterday or today?

I don't know.

-Please, don't misunderstand me.

That detective could have gotten drunk

and spent the night with whores.

Although that's not much likely.

He could have gotten a heart attack...

If our detective doesn't show up

by noon, I'll have to notify the police.

The police will start digging into

your problem. That's how it is.

You can claim proffesional secrecy,

but you have to give me the

address the detective gave you.

Sebastianstrasse 87, floor one.

Have you been to that

address yourself, or telephoned?

No. -Very sensible of you.

But may I ask why not?

I had the impression that you

were tremendously interested

in finding your wife.

Yes I was.

I suppose I still am.

But that was out of

pure, blind ambition.

And you know something?

I don't feel like there's anything

much ambitions left of me.

I see.

So I don't even have to ask you, as a...

personal favor, not to come to

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