The Poll Diaries Page #2

I was afraid of that.

Who are you?

Don't you want to tell me who you are?

I am hungry.

You are one of those "Maessajads", right?

Listen!

Whoever you are,

I won't betray you, I promise.

But you really can't stay here.

My cousins are outside.

And we have soldiers billeted with us!

Your wound,

may I have a look at it?

I can tend to it.

First of all I'll get you something to eat.

What are you doing in there?

Thinking.

Thinking.

You are thinking about that chicken?

About death.

The chicken is dead.

That is a very masculine way of thinking.

Men think about the beyond.

While women...

think about the here and now.

Unfortunately that is the way it is.

Come on, sit down.

So...

Sit down.

Eat if you are so hungry.

You do know that you are

not allowed to steal here, right?

I know that I shouldn't be smoking here.

We won't do this again, right?

Eat. It's tasty.

You have a very masculine nature.

Do you know what I mean?

When I say masculine?

You would rather have had a son.

Mama told me that.

I love you.

I love you like a son.

Come now.

I will measure you.

There really is a lot of stuff in here.

Yes.

There is no room at the university.

They took your professorship away?

Did Mama tell you that too?

She was just angry with you.

Fourteen.

Can you teach me something?

Well, we could cut open a cat some time.

I'd love to.

Come, I'll show you something.

What do you think this is?

A brain.

This is the brain of a criminal!

Here you can see the path of the bullet.

The projectile smashed through

both cerebral lobes

and then ricocheted off

the inside of the skull.

And here...

- The bullet?

- The bullet! Exactly.

That is the bullet.

It hit a bad person.

Do you want to know which one?

Look! There's the little hole.

Science can deduce from the skull

to the brain

and from the brain

to the entire human being.

And right here, in this little gland,

that is where the evil lies.

I know that for certain.

And because I know that,

well, that's why they

took away my professorship.

Papa?

When we have cut open the cat,

can we stitch it up again afterwards?

Of course we can.

- Shall we do that then?

- Now?

I think I'd like to become a doctor,

like you.

Unfortunately women cannot be doctors.

I won't become a woman.

Alright, I will go and get a cat.

Nobody was allowed to set foot

in my father's laboratory.

It was like the castle of a mighty wizard,

protected by ancient curses.

And as in every secret place,

it contained an even more secret place,

unattainable,

completely forbidden.

Of course it has to thaw first.

I can show you the microbes though.

It all starts with microbes.

And it all ends with microbes.

Come over here, little Oda!

Here!

Schnapps.

Schnapps?

Yes.

It's for you.

That's very kind of you,

Miss Oda.

How do you know my name?

I took the liberty of spying.

You read my diary?

Of course I did.

You shouldn't read other people's diaries!

I am an anarchist.

Anarchists can do anything.

What's your name?

Whatever you want.

I mean, what should I call you?

Whatever you want.

Mueller?

What?

Mr. Mueller!

No. No.

Schmidt?

No. No. No, definitely not Schmidt!

Schnapps!

Just call me Schnapps!

Schnapps and Oda. That fits well.

You'll catch your death here.

I have an idea, Mr. Schnapps.

Oda is not here.

Oda!

Soire!

Soire!

Soire!

Quiet!

Chloroform!

The incorrect treatment of bullet wounds

leads not only to

inflammatory complications,

but can create such a disorganisation

within the human body,

that the muscles transform

into a kind of pulp,

and the inner organs

decompose due to gangrene.

Therefore bullet wounds should always

be treated by a certified doctor.

What are you reading?

Bullet wounds.

Papa gave it to me.

Why on earth is she interested

in bullet wounds?

Why are you interested in spring fashion?

I wanted to find out if the heir apparent

could have been saved.

- The heir apparent?

- Heir apparent. Sarajevo.

The assassination.

My girl, why do you know so little?

If the war comes,

then just save me, will you?

My God, girl! There won't be a war.

And anyway, I would save you.

Come, Oda, in position.

Right! Let's all take up our positions!

Everybody listen to me now!

Apapa, you go to the centre!

Yes! The whole boat...

A bit more to the right!

Beautiful, Milla!

Attention!

Say clementine!

Don't be scared!

I am a nurse. I know what I'm doing.

It was the shortest

week of my life.

But it was the longest week

in my father's life.

Ill-tempered

he awaited the arrival

of a Viennese professor,

who was supposed to

promote his career.

- Do you know where Oda is?

- No.

I wanted to do that!

You are a very young nurse.

Do you think I'll cut your throat?

- How old are you, Oda?

- Twenty.

You lie and you steal.

And people who lie and steal

also cut throats.

Have you already cut

someone's throat?

No.

Have you already asked other

people this question?

Moustache please!

Please!

- Have you ever cut someone's throat?

- Eh?

Not yet.

Have you ever cut someone's throat?

Have you cut someone's throat?

Quite often in the past.

But not as often as your father!

How can he dare

to claim something like that?

- Don't get upset now, my dear!

- He is a real problem!

- You're scratchy. - Yes I am scratchy.

My shaving gear has disappeared.

That is a nice cane.

Nice cane! Nice cane!

Yes, it's a nice cane!

What an idiot!

Why are soldiers residing here?

- Residing?

- Yes, residing.

You speak good German, Schnapps.

Did you go to university?

I was in Siberia.

Do they teach German in Siberia?

The officer of the camp

was from Riga.

- So he taught you German?

- Yes.

That's nice.

You were friends with that officer?

No.

I killed him.

That was just a joke.

Tasty.

Why were you in Siberia?

I wrote books.

You wrote books?

You're an author?

You're a real author?

- Tell me what you wrote!

- You tell me why they are here!

What has happened to my friends?

Scissors, paper, stone?

- What?

- Scissors, paper, stone.

The loser has to talk.

You know "Scissors, Paper, Stone", right?

Schnick... Schnack... Schnuck!

Come on!

Schnick... Schnack... Schnuck!

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

I don't know what happened

to your friends.

I will ask.

I will ask.

- Something occurred a few weeks ago.

- What?

With the anarchists.

Yes.

What happened to them?

Well, they were all shot dead.

And your father bought the bodies.

He bought them?

Everybody knows that.

You're lying.

Pardon?

You're lying!

Is something wrong, my little Oda?

What's the matter?

Nothing. Good night.

Your friends survived.

I saw how they were killed.

They were only wounded.

My father is a doctor.

He's a very famous doctor.

He operated on them.

And now your friends will stand trial.

Really?

Yes.

You're not telling the truth.

I am telling the truth!

- No.

- I swear.

How long were you underwater

out there in the reeds?

A long time.

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