The Serpent's Egg Page #5

Do you remember that time?

Do you remember that time, Stella,

you had to go to the hospital because

you thought you had syphilis?

- I didnt have syphilis!

- But you thought you did.

Who was that sweet man

who laid up next to you every night,

stroking you, making you feel fine,

at the risk of catching it?

Youd like some? Itss nice.

- I didnt have syphilis!

- But you thought you had syphilis!

You looked lousy!

You are lousy.

You used to be so beautiful.

She used to be so beautiful.

But now you are the worst b*tch

on the whole of Steinstrasse.

You I could screw anytime.

Its just that... that...

that big-mouth b*tch

that makes me nervous!

I could screw you...

I could screw you

any amount of times.

You see, Im not a queer!

Its just a goddamn lie

Stella goes around telling everybody

because I wont

get in between her legs!

A man could die in there!

You I could screw anytime!

- Here?

- What do you mean, here?

You say you could

screw her anytime.

- Could you do it now?

- Youre like that!

Sure! Sure, I could! Sure!

If you think youre going to watch

for nothing, then yourre crazy.

Come on, Monroe, lets show him

what yourre made of.

- Im going to bet on this.

- How about it?

Youll be a rich man, Monroe.

Lets go, Monroe, before Imm down.

You can have all the money from

that guy who wont tell us his name.

Wait, wait, wait.

Quiet now.

No fair laughing.

Ill help him.

He has to do it himself.

Say it, say it.

Say it, say it, say it.

It doesnt work!

Say it!

Say, DDo it, Daddy.

Say, DDo it, Daddy!!

Say it.

Monroe, dont cry.

Dontt cry, Monroe.

We won! We won!

Stop laughing. Stop laughing!

On the morning

of Wednesday, November 7th,

there is no milk

to be had in Berlin.

Many food shops remain closed.

They have nothing to sell.

The Reichsmark has

practically ceased to exist.

The wads of bills are now

counted by weight,

and no more notice is taken

of the printed value.

When you began your employment,

I pointed out that working hours

are from 8:
00 to 6:00.

Could you be so kind

as to show me to my workplace?

I cant find my way.

Of course.

Are there other people

here in the archives?

Of course.

Every day we are visited

by scientists from other institutions.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

You behave most improperly

to an old man.

Its all so absurd and humiliating.

Surely you realize

I wont tell you anything,

no matter how rough you are.

Unlike you, I have a conviction.

Something unheard of is

happening down there in Munich.

A savior is born.

The delivery is taking place

in pain and blood.

A terrible time is at hand.

But what are 30 or 40 years

of suffering and death?

What do you or I matter?

What do even millions

of lives matter?

There are plenty

of human beings, Herr Rosenberg.

Kill me, Herr Rosenberg.

I wont resist.

My body is weak,

but my soul is strong and calm.

I think its better I lock the door

so that no one will disturb us.

Dr. Soltermann

warned me against you,

but I didnt believe him.

You say nothing.

Look at the screen and youll see

some interesting pictures.

They were taken

during our experiments

here at the St. Anna Clinic.

This is a resistance experiment.

This woman, 30 years old,

volunteered to look after

a four-month-old baby

with a brain injury

who screams day and night.

We wanted to see

what would happen

to this completely normal,

fairly intelligent woman

if we shut her in with a child

that never stopped screaming.

As you see, after 12 hours

she is still quite self-possessed.

Now, however,

24 hours have passed.

We can see now

that she is affected.

Her sympathy for the sick child

has been wiped out,

her feelings replaced

by a deep depression,

which in its turn

paralyzes every initiative.

She has left the child to its fate.

Here we can see quite clearly

the thought of ridding herself

of the child has developed.

But it took another six hours

before she carried out her intention,

a remarkable resistance.

Unfortunately our camera

didnt manage

to document the actual deed.

Our technique has not

been quite perfected.

You would like to see more,

wouldnt you?

For seven days, this man

was shut up in a cell so constructed

that he could not move

his arms, legs, or head.

In addition, he was

deprived of all sound

and was in total darkness.

I know what you are

going to say, Abel.

You are wondering how we

could get anyone to agree

to such an experiment voluntarily.

No trouble, I assure you.

People will do anything for

a little money and a square meal.

These pictures are not

particularly instructive

but may be

of physiognomic interest.

The subject was give an injection

of Thanatoxin,

a drug that produces

violent anguish.

What you will see is someone

subjected to unbearable agony.

Here you see him just

as hes given the injection.

You notice that he

is quite balanced

and is laughing and joking.

An unusually nice boy, incidentally.

He was a student of

political science at the university.

We are now

at the condition of dread,

which is getting worse and worse.

In a few moments

hell commit suicide.

Watch carefully. It happens

without any warning.

He picks up the revolver.

You cant see it properly.

Now you can see it.

Then he puts it in his mouth.

The gun is not loaded, of course.

That student really did

shoot himself a few days later,

although the effects of the Thanatoxin

had completely worn off.

Your brother Max...

met with the same misfortune.

By the way, he was one

of our best assistants.

He was really interested

in our experiments.

He wanted to try out

the Thanatoxin.

I advised him not to,

but he insisted.

His fiance also

helped us quite a bit.

They were very attached

to each other and lived for a time

in one of the apartments

that you, yourself...

This is one of our most recent

and interesting experiments.

The subjects are administered

carefully controlled doses

of Kapta Blue,

a virtually odorless gas.

Initially the gas plays tricks

with the behavioral centers,

throwing the entire emotional

balance out of kilter.

The subjects are stripped

of their social defenses,

lose their inhibitions,

teeter madly

between quickly changing moods

which possess them.

Their reactions are so farcical,

at times one can hardly

keep from laughing.

Of course, repeated

exposure to Kapta Blue

can cause some permanent damage.

Perhaps you are wondering

what my intentions were

with you and Manuela,

placing you in one

of our experiment rooms.

Will you believe me if I tell you

I had no intentions at all?

Except to help you.

As you saw, the building behind

your rooms had been vacated.

Some time ago we were forced

to transfer our activities

to a more out-of-the-way place.

We must take great care.

Besides, our economic

resources are limited.

We are financed entirely

by private means.

Im not a monster, Abel.

What you have seen

are the first faltering steps

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