Zorn Page #4

Herring is under the basement stairs.

The other food is ready in the pantry.

- Booze you'll find yourself.

- Won't you celebrate with your dearest?

Should that be you?

You have already female company.

Two pieces, even.

And one in Paris, of course.

Ols-Maria... would you please take

care that he comes to the hospital?

So, you might see another summer.

I can't help you anymore.

- I feel sorry for you.

- I forbid you to do it!

I take the opportunity and

ask for the baptism also.

That should be fine.

And maybe wedding too?

- No, it must wait.

- Why that?

- Not right now...

- I can imagine.

The father is... unknown, right?

As usual.

- Well... What should the boy be called?

- Anders.

Anders...

- And Bede?

- I've got a sweet little girl.

I see it. And the father's name?

Unknown.

That's strange.

Yes.

What shall the girl be called?

Andrea.

Not bad...

That's this one!

- Is there anything Mr. Zorn wishes?

- Yes. But nothing she could offer.

It is not strawberry juice and cookies

I want.

- Heard from Mrs. Zorn?

- No, not today either.

Go and sleep

so you come up in the morning!

Pigalle? At this hour?

I can't... I can't!

Zorn... it's time to wake up.

- Who the hell are you?

- I want to save a lost soul.

- Oh... is it time?

- Time to ask for forgiveness.

Zorn was busy with his seeds.

It's many fatherless children around.

- Yeah, yeah... - Zorn should know

how it is to have no father.

- It is not only Beda and Ols-Maria.

- I'll pay for all my kids.

Zorn can only pay by

delivering his soul to God.

Can you give it to me.

- Enough with drinking now, Zorn.

- Who decided that?

- Satan's power is great.

- But he helps his people.

Together we'll overcome evil.

You've been blessed with talent.

You've gotten so much from our Lord.

I helped myself too, maybe?

What are you staring at?

F***ing hypocrite...

- Deliver your soul to Jesus.

- Are you getting commission?

I'll get my salary in heaven. And I

sincerely hope to meet you there.

I can still stand on my feet.

I don't have such a hurry

to meet you in heaven.

Most probably it will be

rather down there, huh?

If the devil's your friend

you'll have a good time in hell.

Loves... love not...

Loves... love not... love!

It was him!

A personal driver he had.

The damn priest is here. Probably

to see if I've become more pious.

- He looks stern.

- Have you ever seen a happy priest?

According to his calculations,

I should have died long time ago.

But yet I'm alive!

How the hell that was possible.

Damn!

Here...

- You're not going to...?

- I am!

The day I'm unable to grab a broad

around the hips, it may well be over.

One more walz I'll

certainly reach.

Translation:

The Huge Animal From The North

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