The Ride Page #2

Am I going anywhere?

- Well, no. Not yet you aren't.|- So don't say anything yet.

Do I annoy you?

No. It's just...|I don't want to talk now.

Will you require|a receipt for these samples?

That way I could record how much|of the other stuff there was.

- Well then don't bother.|- Alright then. One more Magnum.

See you.

- It's freezing me!|- So put it on the floor.

No! It's mine. Mine!

Oh, sh*t!

/Come here, little mouse,|/come to me!!

/No I won't, little cat,|/you'd eat me.

/Yes you will, yes you will,|/you know it, too.

/Dog!! Kill the cat!!|/Kill the cat!!

/I want to look,|/want to look at it.

/I want to look as it|/squeals under your paws.

/And if it survives,|/if it survives...

/... I'll tie you up, and let|/the cat scratch out your eyes.

/And then I'll wrap myself up|/in barbed wire and plug it...

/... into a socket and|/release the devil.

I get the feeling he really|wants to see you again.

Poor guy.|He must be really mad.

Why are you running|away from him?

I don't like him anymore.|I don't want him.

So why are you going|with him, then?

He does whatever he wants...|... with me.

So we'll teach him|a lesson, right?

Do you have a gun?

No, we don't. Unless|there's one in the trunk.

Does he have one?

No. But he might have got one.

That would be just like him:|he's really aggressive.

He once kicked the sh*t out|of a guy...

...just because|he was talking to me.

Beat him to a pulp.

Is he really such a tough guy?

Are you that afraid of him?

I messed up my dress.

Totally.

That can be washed.

I don't have anything to change|into. It's all in his car.

- So what do you think?|- Why do you ask? You want her.

Well, if you want to know,|I am not having fun.

Since we picked her up we've|hardly spoken to each other.

We're wasting our time|running away from some arshole.

- At least something's happening.|- She's only got that one dress.

And I bet she's used|to a lot of money.

I bet she'd expect a hotel.

You think she's going to stay|with us overnight?

She'll smoke all of our grass and|then we'll never get rid of her.

- That wouldn't bother me at all.|- I don't mind either.

But for God's sake,|go screw her. Just look at you.

- Now? In broad daylight? No.|- I'll swimm the other way.

Hey, come on... don't.

- I'll turn around if you're shy.|- I'm not shy.

If I were a guy,|I couldn't bear it.

What?

The way it shrinks|like that in the water.

It must be awfully humiliating?

It's normal.|Happens to everyone.

- Let's go for a walk somewhere.|- Where's the other guy?

Over there, on the other side.|He wants to be alone.

So, what's the story|with the panties?

Well,|I was being a bit naughty.

Can you believe|I had to take them off...

...and throw them away just because|someone else gave them to me.

- Would that upset you too?|- Who'd you get them from?

- I don't know. My Mum, I guess.|- Oh, from your Mum!

Don't. Not here.

Why not?

- I can't make love.|- Why can't you?

Because I'm not turned on.

So tell me what to do|to turn you on.

But I don't want|to be turned on.

Well. That's different.

Maybe we'll make love.|But not here and not now.

We're free-wheeling.

- Can I take the keys out?|- No!

The steering wheel would lock.|And that curve would finish us.

Why do we have to follow|the road all the time?

Such a nice hill...|Why can't we just go straight?

We can do anything we want.|We can go straight.

OK. We're going straight.

Take off your glasses.

Well, kids:
it's been great.|Good bye.

Bye. Ciao.

Too bad we didn't get to know|each other better.

- But I'm afraid.|- Too late.

It's locked now. Hang on.

We going to die?

Mummy!

I think I bit my tongue.

Oh, blood.

When I look up at the sky,

I see these two little|bubbles or more like spots.

Where?

Only I can see them.|They're in my eye somewhere.

And they just go sailing|through the sky...

When I don't look at them,

they go where I'm looking.

But when I try to look at them,

then they go off somewhere|on their own.

So I pretend not to look at them,|and then they come back to me.

And so I keep chasing them|through the sky.

With me, it's a little line.

I haven't seen it for a long|time, but it's still there.

Is there a moral in all this?

Don't know.

It's actually the first|video game in the world.

Can you hear that?

- In the air. Not on the ground.|- I know.

Smells nice, like those|air fresheners in washrooms.

I don't smell anything.

I can't smell anything.

They're in a hurry, eh?

A cable car. Take it down.

Hey Ferda!

Get Mary.|Wait, I'll get Mary.

I'm coming!|I've brought the broomsticks!

We're going|to clean it up here.

Get Betty; Betty will help you.

I'm the only female around.

And what are you going to do|if we all jump you?

You don't have what it takes.

Careful I don't bite you.

Mary.

I'll behave myself. So don't|make me do it with everyone.

We'll see about that.

Said Ferda.

Where is she?

Over there.

- Where's she going?|- I don't know.

- She's leaving!|- No she's not.

- She is! She's leaving us here.|- So let her go.

But she's got my t-shirt.

Wait, my t-shirt.

Hey mister! Don't take her!

Why did she do that?|She had a great time with us.

What a b*tch!

- So you didn't get any?|- Of course not.

- She left her dress here.|- She doesn't care.

And we're up sh*t creek.

Guess what? It's cracked.

Great. So we're not f***ing|going anywhere, are we?

- Nope. Not likely.|- F***...

- Hey Radek, you got a fetish?|- Bull. It's been washed.

Look, a tractor!

It's a work of art.

It's actually quite beautiful.

It's even signed. Armabeton.

Do you think|the pyramids are higher?

These have got to be higher.

Let's compare it to our matchbox.

Where's the steam?|Don't they work?

A work of art|isn't supposed to work.

It provokes|an emotional response.

They're telling us: "Save,|energy, or we'll turn on."

/An actress at the Comedie|/told me

/she'd take me away|/to Nowhereland.

/To Nowhereland...

Sh*t! It stinks.

I'm going to dry my dress.

/The clouds fly|/low above the ground.

/Fly fast, my head is spinning.

T/he clouds fly|/low above the ground...

/For the last time|/I envy the clouds...

/... the way that they can see|/the world.

/The clouds fly|/low above the ground...

/One day she'll take me away...

/far away...

No one's in control!

What would you do,

what would you do if you had|only one year to live?

Depends on what you mean.

Well, would you drop everything|and just live it up...

Or would you try|to leave something behind?

What's the point of|leaving something behind?

One should leave|something behind.

Kids, at least.

So Frank, you can die in peace.

- You're a dad?|- Yeah.

- You're married?|- Yeah.

- And it's enough for you?|- Totally.

But in any event,|I don't want to die.

- And are you married?|- No way.

So you can do what you like...

- You could say that.|- So what do you do?

I've a girlfriend...

That's enough for you?

- Two hundred.|- Each?

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