Undeva la Palilula Page #5

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comes, then you'll see.

Me too?

You too. You'll burn in a different fire.

Your guts will burn.

Mushrooms and oleander are pure poison.

What's going on here? Bloody doctors...

You can't even pull a tooth out!

You're siding with the Americans.

You turned the Party into a dumpster.

- Did you see he's growing new teeth?

- Yeah man, baby teeth...

What do we do with him?

We retire the f***er, what else.

For the second time in its history,

Palilula regretted not having a fanfare.

After years of toil, Pista Herzog

felt the sweet taste of triumph.

His dream came true.

Is it serious?

How much time do I have left?

It's serious.

That's why we're retiring you.

What's my disease?

Cerebral atrophy.

Look...

You worked so hard for the Party.

Passed it on to us in perfect condition.

We messed it up.

You fought to rescue it.

So your brain...

You know how brains are wavy, like.

Yours is no longer like that.

It's as smooth as paper.

Because of your work for the party.

That's what my sacrifice got me.

I never took a step back...

...and for what?

I worked so hard so you could

benefit from my sacrifice.

Look how well the X-ray

machine got fixed!

After Trotsky's retirement, the promiscuity

of Palilula experienced a strong boost.

In that fatal evening, our dames planned

to have the show of a life time.

Check it out! Pixi, our one-eyed glory,

is exterminating the hospital!

Bloody whores!

Whores, the lot of you!

I'll show you!

Let's have Capra!

We want Capra too!

Capra!

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Dr. Serafim?

2 minutes...

Ilie!

- What?

- The Boema is burning!

Excuse me! Dr. Serafim?

We've been hurrying up

for five million years,

and this land's been burning

for five million years.

Our "Boema"...

Stay here... where are you going?

I'm going to erase

"Boema" from our books.

If an audit comes, I don't

want it on the books.

I was sure the fire had started

because of Kiki and his photos.

"Boema" was burning down.

The oleanders were burned to ashes.

Stop crying.

The show was just about to be over.

I knew Palilula was about to change.

Stop crying.

The show must go on!

Ilie! The fire department's on fire!

Serafim!

Serafim, cut it down!

You're embarrassing yourself!

What's gotten into you? Doc!

What's with you boy?

Doctor Serafim!

Oh, boss...

Doctor Serafim!

Open up! Are you nuts?

Serafim! Open the door! Are you nuts?

Is he crazy or drunk?

What do you want?

And who are you?

Nothing! I'm tired of chasing him around.

Look here. His old man died.

Give him this paper, if you want.

If not, whatever. I'm out of here.

A**holes!

- What do we have?

- He feels sick.

Why bother calling this clown?

It's just because of alcohol...

Welcome to Palilula, doc.

It's alright.

We'll get your heart rate.

Come on, doc. You're just kidding us.

What happened to the others?

Nothing. They're all gone.

It's all ruined now.

Like Pantelica used to say:

Beware the revenge of the frogs.

The big fire came,

the oleanders burned down,

"Boema" went to hell, and us too.

Everything fell apart.

Poor Barza!

He died drunk near the pound.

When he was found next day

the flies were mourning him.

Then Gogu.

Pista caught him by the pillars

and cut his throat.

They must have fought over something. Pista

kept yelling that Gogu ruined his honor.

I was on duty then. When they

brought Gogu in, he was already dead.

Pista brought him in.

He was holding him and crying,

"God help Gogu! God help Gogu!"

It was chaos in Palilula,

nobody understood a thing.

Why the hell did he kill Gogu?

It was pointless, after all those years.

Maybe he got used to him black,

and now he was white.

Bartolomeo had a heart attack.

Venena and Separanda cursed him.

Dr. Predoleanu died in his sleep.

We might say that his dream came true.

Nothing is sweeter than to

die in your sleep, he used to say.

And if not in your sleep,

maybe in someone else's.

The Hermaphrodite married Nita Leonardo.

Then they say she choked

to death on a fishbone.

Petrica Hard-Days was still alive some

years ago, but I don't remember exactly.

I know he was a sexton

or an undertaker or something...

Ringed the church bells, changed the oil

in the votive lights, tended to the dead.

That was after the dames died.

So there were still hard days for him.

Virgil Cringasu, Trotsky, is alive and well.

Still with his Cupcake.

There he is!

They're all gone. Nobody is around.

What about Ilie?

Like Pantelica prophesied.

That night, after "Boema" burned down,

The train ran Ilie over.

Easy on the spirits, doc.

We're alone, left here to rot.

Poor Pantelica prophesied everything right.

Except me.

Leana, are you getting that stew already?

Sit down in my lap.

Pantelica said you'd poison me, too.

Goddamn drunkards.

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