Waiting for Godot | Keanu Reeves & Alex Winter Live on Stage [Full Performance Audio]

Oh my god.

Nothing to be done. I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life

I've tried to put it through me, saying, "Vladimir, be reasonable. You haven't

yet tried everything." And I resumed the struggle.

So, there you are again. Am I? I'm glad to see you back. I thought you were gone forever. Me, too. Together again at

last. We'll have to celebrate this. But how? Will I embrace you? Not now. Not now.

They won't inquire where his highness spent the night. In a ditch. A ditch where? Over there.

And they didn't beat you. Beat me? Certainly. They beat me. The same as usual. The same. I don't know. When I think of

it all these years, but for me, where would you be? You'd be nothing more than a little e bones at the present minute.

No doubt about it. And what of it? It's too much for one man. The other hand, what's the good of

losing heart now? That's what I say. Should have thought of it a million years ago. in the '9s.

Stop blathering and help me off with this bloody thing. Hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel Tower among the first.

You were respectable in those days. Now it's too late. You wouldn't even let us

up. What are you doing? Taking off my boot. Did that never happen to you? Boots must be taken off every day. I'm

tired telling you that. Why don't you listen to me? Help me. It hurts. Hurts. He wants to know if it

hurts. No one ever suffers but you. I don't count. I'd like to hear what you would say if you had what I have. It hurts.

Hurts. He wants to know if it hurts. You might button it all the same.

True. Never neglect the little things of life.

What do you expect? You always wait till the last moment. The last moment.

Hope deferred maketh something sick. Who said that? Why don't you help me?

Sometimes I feel it coming all the same and I go all shall I say

relieved and at the same time appalled. Appalled.

Nothing to be done. Well, nothing. joke. There's nothing to

show. Try and put it on again. I'll air it for a bit.

There's man all over for you. Blaming on his boots, the faults of his feet.

This is getting alarming. One of the thieves was saved.

It's a reasonable percentage. Go. What? Suppose we repented. Repented what? We wouldn't have to go into the details.

hour being bored. I dare even laugh anymore. Dreadful

privation. Nearly smile.

It's not the same thing. Nothing to be done. Go. What is it? Did you ever read the

Bible? The Bible? I must have taken a look at it. You remember the gospels? I remember the maps of the Holy Land.

Oh, they were very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made

me thirsty. That's where we'll go. I used to say that's where we'll go for

our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

You should have been a poet. I was. Isn't that obvious?

Where was I? How was your foot swelling visibly? Ah, yes. The two thieves. Do you

remember the story? No. Shall I tell it to you? We'll pass the time. Two thieves crucified at the same time

as our savior. One, our what? Our savior. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been saved and the other

damned. Saved from what? Hell. I'm going. Yet. How is it? This is not boring you. I hope.

How is it that of the four evangelists, only one speaks of a thief being saved? The four of them were there, there

about, and only one speaks of a thief being saved. Come on, Go. Return the ball, can't you?

Once and away. I find this really most extraordinarily interesting.

One out of four of the other three, two don't mention any themes at all. And the third said that both of them abused him.

Who? What? What's all this about? Abused who? The savior. Why? Cuz he wouldn't save them. From hell.

And so from death. Thought you said hell. From death. From death. Well, one of it. The two of them must have been damned.

And why not? But one of the four says that one of the two was saved. Well, they don't agree. And that's all there is to it. But all four were there and only one

speaks of a thief being saved. Why believe in him rather than the others? Who believes him? Everybody. It's the only version they

know. People are bloody ignorant apes.

Charming spot. Inspiring prospects. Let's go. We can't. Why not?

We're ready for God. Ah, you're sure it was here? What? Then we were to wait. You said by the

tree. Do you see any others? What is it? I don't know. A willow. Where are the

leaves? Must be dead. No more reaping. Perhaps it's not the season. Looks to me more like a bush.

A shrub. A bush. What are you insinuating that we've come to the wrong place? He should be here.

Didn't say for sure he'd come. And if he doesn't come, we'll come back tomorrow. And then the day after tomorrow, possibly. And so on.

The point is until he comes. You're merciless. We came here yesterday. Ah, no. There you're mistaken. What did

we do yesterday? What did we do yesterday? Yes. Why?

Nothing is certain what you're about. In my opinion, we were here. You recognize the place? I didn't say that.

Well, that makes no difference. All the same.

You're sure it was this evening? What? That we were to wait. You said Saturday. I think. You think? Must have made a note of it.

But what Saturday? And is it Saturday? Is it not rather Sunday or Monday or Friday?

It's not possible. Or Thursday. What do we do? If he came yesterday and we weren't here, you may be sure he won't come

again today. But you say we were there yesterday. I may be mistaken. Let's stop talking

for a minute. Do you mind? All right.

Go go go.

I was asleep. Why will you never let me sleep? I felt lonely. I had a dream.

Don't tell me. I dreamt. Don't tell me. This one is enough for you.

It's not nice of you, Dee. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't

tell them to you? Let them remain private. You know, I can't bear that. There are times when I wonder if it

wouldn't be better for us to park. It wouldn't go far. That would be too bad. Really too bad.

Wouldn't it be really too bad? When you think of the beauty of the way and the goodness of the way bears, wouldn't you

DeeI, calm yourself, calm calm. The English say calm.

You know the story of the Englishman in the brothel? Yes. Tell it to me. A stop it. An Englishman having drunk a little more

than usual proceeds to a profit. The bod asks him if he wants a fair one, a dark one, or a red-haired one. Go on.

Stop it.

You wanted to speak to me. You had something to say to me. Dei,

I have nothing to say to you. You're angry.

Forgive me. Come, De. Give me your hand.

Embrace me. Don't be stubborn.

You stink of garlic. It's for the kidneys.

What do we do now? Wait. Yes. But while waiting. What about hanging ourselves?

Did you give us an erection? An erection? All that follows. Where it falls, mandrekes grow. That's why they

shrink when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Let's hang ourselves immediately.

From a vow. I wouldn't trust it. We can always talk. Go ahead. After you.

No, no, you're first. Why me? Be lighter than I am. Just so I don't understand. Use your intelligence, can't you? I

remain in the dark. This is how it is. The vow. The vow. Use your head, can't

you? You're my only hope. Go light. Bow not break. Go dead. Dee heavy thou break

deed alone. I hadn't thought of that. If it hangs you, it'll hang anything.

Am I heavier than you? So you tell me. I don't know. There's an even chance. Or really. Well, what do we do?

Don't let us do anything safe. Let's wait and see what he says. Who? Connor. Good idea. Let's wait till we know exactly how we

stab. On the other hand, it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes. I'm curious to hear what he has to

offer. Men will take it or leave it. What exactly do we ask him for? Were you not there? I can't have been listening.

Nothing very definite. Kind of prayer. Precisely. A vague supplication. Exactly. And what did he reply?

That he see that he couldn't promise anything. That'd have to think it over in the quiet of his home. Consult his family,

his friends, his agent, his correspondence, his books, his bank account before taking a

decision. It's the normal thing. Is it not? I think it is. I think so, too. And we I beg you

pardon. I said and we I don't understand. Where do we come in?

Come in. Take your time. Come in on our hands and knees.

As bad as that. Your worship wishes to assert his prerogatives. We don't rights anymore.

Make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited. We've lost our rights. We got rid of them.

We're not tired. We're not Listen.

Nor I gave me a fright. Who was he? Who daughter of the wind in the reeds? Sworn

I heard shouts. And why would he shout at his horse? I'm hungry.

Do you want a carrot? Is that all there is? We might have some turnups. Give me a carrot.

It's a turnup. Oh, pardon me. I could have sworn it was a carrot.

Oh, that's turnup she must have eaten the last. Wait, I have it.

There, dear fellow. Make it laugh. That's the end of them.

I asked you a question. Ah, did you reply? How's the carrot? It's a carrot. So much the better. So much the better.

What was it you wanted to know? I've forgotten. That's what annoys me.

I'll never forget this carrot. Ah, yes. Now I remember. Well, we're not

fine. I don't hear a word you're saying.

I'm asking you if we're tied. Tied. Tied. What do you mean tied? Down. To whom? By whom?

To your man. To God. Tied to God. What an idea. No question of it. For the moment.

His name is God. I think so. Fancy that.

Honey, the more you eat, the worse it gets. It's just the opposite.

In other words, I get used to the muck as I go along. Is that the opposite? A question of temperament, of character.

Nothing you can do about it. No use struggling. What is what one is? No use wriggling. The essential doesn't change.

Nothing to be done. Like to finish it.

Faster. Bad. Let me go. Stay where you are.

Be careful. He's wicked with strangers.

Is that him? Who do? Yes. I present myself. Po.

Not at all. He said God. Not at all. You're not Mr. Godto, sir.

I am Po.

Does that name mean nothing to you? I say, does that name mean nothing to

you? Botto.

Let me see. Po. No, I'm afraid. I know. I don't seem to.

I want to do a family called Kato. The mother had the clap.

We're not from these parts, sir. You are human beings nonetheless

as far as one can see. Of the same species as myself.

Of the same species as Po made in God's image. Well, you see.

Who is God? God. You took it for God. Oh, no, sir. Not for an instant, sir.

Who is he? Oh, he's a he's a kind of acquaintance. Nothing of the kind. We hardly know him. True. We don't know

him very well, but all the same. Personally, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him.

You took me for him. That's to say you understand the dusk, the strange waiting. I confess I

imagined for a second. Waiting till you were waiting for him. Well, you see, here on my land.

Didn't intend any harm. We meant well. The road is free to looked at it.

It's a disgrace. But there you are. Nothing we can do about it. Let's say no more about it. Up

pig. Every time he drops, he falls asleep. Up hog. Back. Stop. Turn.

Gentlemen. I am happy to have met you. Yes. Yes. Sincerely happy. Closer. Stop.

The road seems long when one journeys all alone for yes 6 hours. That's right.

6 hours on end and never a soul in sight. Coat

hold that coat.

Touch of autumn in the air this evening. Quick.

Yes, gentlemen. I cannot go for long without the society of my likes, even

when the likeness is an imperfect one.

Stool closer

back further. Stop. That is why with your permission I propose to d with you

a moment before I b any further. Basket.

The fresh air stimulates the jaded appetite.

Basket further.

He stinks. Happy days. What else him? He looks

tired. Why doesn't he put down his bed? I know. Careful. Say something to him. Look what his neck. Oh, I see. Running

sword. Rope. It's the rubbing. It's inevitable. It's the knot. It's achieving. He's not bad looking. Would you say so? I try to

look feminist. Look at the slumber. It's inevitable. Look at the slubber. How does a half wet cretton looks like a

goer? It's not certain. He's panting. It's inevitable. And his eyes. What about the cogling? What if his head

looks at his last gasp to me? It's not certain. Ask him a question. Would that be a good thing? What do we risk?

Mr. Powder. Mr. Lincoln in peace. Can't you see he wants to rest?

Baser,

what is it, my good man? You finished with your You don't need your bones, sir.

You couldn't have waited. No, no, he does well to ask. Do I need the bones?

No. Personally, I do not need them anymore. But

but in theory, the bones go to the carrier. He is therefore the one to ask.

But go on. Don't be afraid. Ask me. He'll tell you. Mister. Excuse me, mister. You been spoken to, pig. Reply.

Try him again. Excuse me, mister. The bones. You won't be wanting the bones,

mister. Reply. Do you want them or don't you?

They're yours. I don't like it. I've never known him to

refuse a bone before. Nice business if he feels sick on me. It's a scandal. Are you alluding to anything in

particular to treat a man like that? I think that No. human being. No, just stand up.

I just scram. You are severe. What age are you if it's not a rude

question? 60 70 What age would you say he was? 11.

I am impertinent. I must be getting on. Thank you for your society.

Unless I smoke another pipe before I go.

What do you say? Oh, I'm only a small smoker. A very

small smoker. I'm not in the habit of smoking two pipes, one on top of the other. It makes my heart go. It's the

nicotine. One absorbs it in spite of one's

precautions. You know how it is. But perhaps you don't smoke. Yes. No,

it's of no importance. But how am I to sit down now without

affectation? Now that I have risen, without appearing to, how should I say?

Without appearing to falter. I beg your part.

Perhaps you didn't speak. It's of no importance. Let me see.

Ah, that's better. Let's go. So soon. One moment. Stool

more. There.

Oh, damn it. Co. I hope I'm not driving you away. Wait a little longer. You'll

never regret it. We're in no hurry. I'm going think twice before you do anything rash.

Suppose you go now while it is still day. For there is no denying it is still

day. Good. What happens in that case to your

appointment with this uh you see what I mean? Who has your future

in his hands? Well, that be your immediate future. Who told you? He speaks to me again. If this goes on

much longer, we'll soon be old friends. Why doesn't he put down his bags? I too

would be happy to meet him. The more people I meet, the happier I become from

the meanest creature, wonder parts wiser, richer, more conscious of one's

blessings. Even you? Even you? Who knows? Will a man add to my store? Why

doesn't he put down his bags? But that would surprise me. You're being asked a question. A question? Oh, what?

A moment ago, you were calling me sir in fear and trembling. Now you're asking me

questions. No good will come of this. I think he's listening. What? You can

ask him now. He's on the alert. Ask him what? Why he doesn't put down his bags? I wonder. Ask him, can't you? You want

to know why he doesn't put down his bags? And you call. That's it. You are sure you agree with that. He's puffing

like a Krampus. The answer is this. But stay still. I beg of you. You make me

nervous. Here, what is it? Is it about to speak? Is everybody ready? Is everybody looking

at me? Will you look at me, pig?

I'm ready. Is everybody listening? Is everybody ready?

I don't like talking in a vacuum. Let me see. I'm going.

What was it exactly you wanted to know? Why you don't interrupt me?

If we all speak at once, we'll never get anywhere.

What was I saying?

What was I saying? Ps. Why? Always hold, never put down.

Why? Ah, why couldn't you say so before? Why he doesn't make himself comfortable?

Let's try and get this clear. Has he not the right to? Certainly he has. It

follows that he doesn't want to. There's reasoning for it. And why did he want

to? Gentlemen, the reason is this. Make a note of this. He wants to impress me so that I'll keep him.

What? Perhaps I haven't got it quite right. He wants to mummify me so that I'll give up

the idea of partying with him. No, that's not exactly that. You want to get rid of him? He wants to c me, but he won't want to

get rid of him. He imagines that when I see how well he carries, I'll be tempted to keep him on in that capacity.

You've had enough of him. In reality, he carries like a pig. It's not his job. You want to get rid of me? He imagines

that when I see him indehaticable, I'll regret my decision such as his miserable scheme. As though I was short of slaves,

Atlas, son of Jupiter.

Well, that's that, I think. Anything else? You want to get rid of him, Mark? That I might just as well have been in his

shoes and he mine if chance had not wielded otherwise. to each one of you. You want to get rid of him?

I beg you to bother me. You want to get rid of him? I do.

But instead of driving him away as I might have done, I mean, instead of simply kicking him out on his ass,

in the goodness of my heart, I am bringing him to the fair

where I hope to get a good price for him. The truth is, you can't drive such

creatures away. The best thing would be to kill them. He's crying.

Old dogs have more dignity. Comfort him since you pity him. Come on.

Wipe away his tears. He'll feel less forsaken. Here, give it to me. I'll do it. Take my voice. Stop.

The swine. He's crippled me. Hey, told you he didn't like sprain.

Ah, he's bleeding. It's a good sign. I'll never walk again. I'll carry you if

necessary. He stopped crying.

You have replaced him as it were. The tears of the world are a constant

quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else, another stops.

The same is true of the laughs.

Let us not then speak evil of our generation. It is not any unhappier than

its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either.

Let us not speak of it all.

It is true. The population has increased. Oh, knife

never cut. Guess who taught me all these beautiful things?

My lucky. But for him, all my faults, all my feelings would have been of

common things. Professional worries, beauty, grace, truth on the first water.

I knew they were all beyond me. So I took a kook. A kook that was nearly 60

years ago. Yeah. Nearly 60. You wouldn't think it to look at me,

would you? Compared to him, I look like a young man. No.

Now look. Did you see? And now you turn him away. Such an old

and faithful servant. Swine. for having sucked all the good out of him. You you

chuck them away like a like a banana skin. Really? I can't dare any longer.

The way he goes on is terrible. He must go.

I'm going mad. I can't bear it any longer.

He can't bear you any longer. He's going mad. It's terrible.

How dare you? It's abominable such a good master crucify him like that after

so many years. Really? He used to be so kind, so helpful and

entertaining. My good angel now.

He's killing me out. Does he replace my place of what? Does

he want someone to take his place or not? I don't think so. I don't know. Ask him.

Gentlemen, I don't know what came over me. Forgive me. Forget all I said. I don't

remember exactly what it was, but you may be sure there wasn't a word of truth in it. Do I look like a man that can be

made to suffer frankly?

What have I done with my pipe? Charming evening we're having. Unforgettable. And it's not over.

Apparently not. It's only beginning. It's awful. Course of the pantoine. The circus.

Music hall. The circus. What could I have done with that? He's a scream. He's lost his duty.

I'll be back. End of the corridor on the left. Keep my seat. I've lost my Captain Peterson.

He'll be the You didn't see by any chance? Oh, he's gone without saying goodbye how quick

you might have waited. He would have burst. Oh. Oh, well then, of course, in that case.

Come here. What? You'll see. You want me to get up quick?

Look. Oh, I say it's all over.

He's not pleased. You missed a treat, pity.

He subsides. Indeed. All subsides.

A great calm. The s listens

might never come. You don't feel like going until the dust.

Well, you see it's very natural. Very natural. I'm myself in your situation.

If I had an appointment with a guy got down

you see what I mean? I'd wait till it was black night before I gave up.

I'd very much like to sit down, but I don't quite know how to go about it. Could I be of any help?

Well, if you ask me, perhaps. What? If you asked me to sit down, would that be a help?

I fancy so. Here we go. Be seated, sir. I beg of you.

No. No, I wouldn't think of it.

Ask me again. Come, come, take a seat. I beseech you.

You'll get pneumonia. You really think so? Absolutely certainly.

Oh, no doubt. You are right. Thank you, dear fellow.

done it again. But I must really begin.

Time has stopped. Don't you believe it, sir? Don't you believe it. Whatever you like, but not

that. Everything seems black to him today, except affirm it.

But I see what it is. You are not from these parts. You don't know what our Twilight can do. Shall I tell you?

I can't refuse you.

What was I saying? Let it go. But take the weight off your feet. I implore you,

you'll catch your death. True. What is your name? Adam. Yes. The night.

Look. Will you look at the sky?

Good. That's enough. What is there so extraordinary about it?

Quas sky. It is pale and luminous like any sky

this time of day. Well, this time of year in these latitudes when the weather is fine.

An hour ago, roughly after having poured forth ever since uh

say 10:00 in the morning, tirelessly torrent of red and white light, it

begins to lose its eulgence to grow

a little pal until

finish. It comes to rest.

But behind this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging

and reversed upon us. Pop

like that. Just when we least expect it.

That's how it is. on this [ __ ] of an earth.

So long as one knows, one can buy one's time, one knows what to expect. No further

need to worry. Simply wait. We're used to it. How did you find me? Good.

Positive. Oh, very good. Very, very good. And you, sir? Oh, trade bomb. Trey trade bomb. Bless

you, gentlemen. Bless you. I have such need of encouragement,

but I weakened a little towards the end. You didn't notice. Oh, perhaps just a teeny weeny little

bit. I thought it was intentional.

You see, my memory is defective. In the meantime, nothing happens. You

find it tedious somewhat. And you, sir? I've been better entertained.

You have been civil to me. Not at all. What an idea. Yes. Yes, you've been correct. So that I

ask myself, is there anything I can do in my turn for these honest fellows who are having such a dull, dull time? Even

Franks would be a help. We are not beggars. Is there anything I can do? That's what I ask myself. To chin them up. I have

given them bones. I've talked to them about this and that. I've explained the twilight admittedly. But is it enough?

That's what tortures me. Is it enough? Even five. That's enough. I couldn't

accept myself. Is it enough?

No doubt. But I am liberal. It's my nature

this evening. So much the worse for me. I shall

suffer.

What do you prefer? Shall we have him dance or sing or

recite or think? Oh, you know how to think. You do. He thinks certainly loud.

He even used to think they were prettil ones. I could listen to him for hours now or so much the worst.

Well, would you like him to think something for us? I'd rather he dance. It' be more fun.

Not necessarily. Be more fun. I'd like Well, to hear him

think. Perhaps he could dance first and think afterwards if there isn't too much to ask him. Would that be possible? By

our own means, nothing simpler. It's the natural order. Let him dance. Do you hear hog? He never

refuses. He refused once.

Dance.

Is that all uncle?

I do as well myself with a practice. He's tired.

He used to dance the fending, the fling, the brawl, the jig, the fandango, even

the horn pipe. He caped for joy. Now that's the best he can do.

Do you know what he calls it? The net.

He thinks he's entangled in a net. Nothing happens. Nobody comes. Nobody

goes. It's awful. Tell him to think.

Give him his head. hat. He can't think without his hat. Give him his hat. May he after what he did to me. Never mind.

I'll give it to him. Tell him to go and fetch it. It's better to give it to him. I'll give it to him.

You must put it on his head. Tell him to take it. It's better to put

it on his head.

I'll put him on his head.

What's he waiting for? Stand back.

Pig. Stop. Whoa. Stop.

Stop back.

Stop.

Given the existence is uttered forth in the public course of Primman of a personal god. Quaqua quaqua with white

beard. Quaqua quaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athia divine

aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time

will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged

in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues at will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell

to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with the calage even intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast.

Consider what is more that as a result are the labors left unfinished crowned

by the academy of anthropomry

of the imposard. It is established beyond all doubt all other doubt that that which clings to

the labors of men that is a result of the labors unfinished attest to a canard. It is established as here and

after but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of puncher and watman. It is

established beyond all doubt that a view of the labors of farto and belchure left unfinished for reasons unknown. I'll

test and canar left unfinished. It is established what many deny that man in

possess the men in short. The men in brief in spite of the strides of elementation

wastes and pints. wastes

but concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the

strides of physical culture the practice of sports

such as tennis football

running swimming flying floating riding gliding cani skating

tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts Autumn,

summer, winter, winter, tennis, all kinds, hockey, ball source, tennis,

subsidian, a word I resume, flying, gliding, golf overnight in 18 holes, tennis, of all sorts of words for

reasons unknown. namely concurrently simultaneously was more for reason

to shrink and to

full

word the dead lost her head since the death of Bishop

Barkley came to the tune 1 in 4 oz per head

approximately by large

more or less to the nearest decimal.

Good measure round figures

stark naked in the stock and feet in Kamara in a war for reasons unknown. No

matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave than in the light of the labor's

loss of Steinwag and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labor's

loss of Steinwag and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water fire the air

is the same and then the earth then the air and then the earth in the

great cold the great the air and the earth

abode of stones

in the great last in the year of their Lord

600 something

the air the earth the sea the earth the stones in the great deeps the great

on land and in the air.

Im reasons unknown in spite of the times the facts are there.

Als

not so fast. I resume the skull to shrink

and waste. I concurrently simultaneously was more forbidden as unknown in spite of the

tana. The beard, the flames,

the tears, the stone so

calm. The last on

the skull

of the abandoned finish

last. Amen.

The skull in spite of the dentist.

as the stones

suck.

Unfinished his hat.

Give me that.

That's an interesting. But will he be able to orientate himself? I'll orientate him.

Perhaps he's dead. You'll kill him. Stop. Help me.

Raise him up.

He's doing it on purpose. You must hold him. Come on. Come on. Raise him up with him. Come on. Once more.

What does he take us for? Come on. Don't let him go. Don't move. Hold him

tight. Don't let him go. Hold him tight. No. You let him go.

Forward.

Back turn.

Damn it. He can walk.

Thank you, gentlemen. And let me let me miss you.

What have I done with my watch? A genuine half hunter gentleman would

dead be escapement. Trust my grandpa gave it to me.

Perhaps I dropped it. Well, made perhaps it's in your f. Wait,

I hear nothing. Come have a listen. Surely one should hear the tick tick

silence. I hear something. Well, it's the heart. Damn nation. Perhaps it is stopped.

Which of you smelled so bad? He has stinking breath and I have

stinking feet. I must go.

And you're half hunter. I must have left it at the man

on the st then. I do. I do.

I do. I do.

I do.

And thank you. Thank you. Not at all. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. No. No.

I don't seem to be to depart.

Such is life.

You're going the wrong way. I need a running start. Stand back.

caster stool stool stool stool stool up pig. I'm

you. I'm you. I'm you. I'm you. I'm you. I'm you.

That passed the time in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

What do we do now? I don't know. Let's go. We can't. Why not? We're waiting for God.

How they changed who? Those two. That's the idea. Let's make a little conversation.

Haven't they? What? Changed? Very likely. They all change. Only we can't.

Likely. It's certain. Didn't you see them? I suppose I did. But I don't know them. Well, yes, you do know them.

No, I don't know them. We know them, I tell you. You forget everything. They must have not the same.

Why didn't they recognize us then? Well, that means nothing. I too pretended not to recognize them. And

then nobody ever recognizes us. Ah, forget it. What we need.

Ow. Ow. Must not the same. Dei,

it's the other foot. Must not the same.

Off we go again. Approach, my child.

Mr. Albert. Yes. What do you want? Approach. Approach when you're told. Can't you?

What is it? Mr. Got obviously approach. Will you approach?

What kept you so late? You have a message for Mr. Goto? Yes, sir. Well, what is it? What kept you so late?

I'm alone. You let me alone. Do you know what time it is? It's not my fault, sir.

And whose is it? Mine. I was afraid, sir. Afraid of what? Of us. Answer me. I know

what it is. He was afraid of the others. How long have you been here? A good while, sir.

You were afraid of the whip? Yes, sir. The roars? Yes, sir. The two big men.

Yes, sir. Do you know them? No, sir. Are you a native of these parts? Do you

belong to these parts? Yes, sir. That's all a pack of lies. Tell us the

truth. But it is the truth, sir. Will you let him alone? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with

you? I'm unhappy. Not really. Since when? I'd forgotten.

Extraordinary the tricks that memory plays.

Well, Mr. Gar, I've seen you before, haven't I?

I don't know, sir. You don't know me? No, sir. Was it you who came yesterday?

No, sir. This is your first time? Yes, sir. Words. Words. Speak.

Mr. God, I was hoping to tell you he won't come this evening, but surely tomorrow.

Is that all? Yes, sir.

You work for Mr. Gotto? Yes, sir. What do you do? I am the goat, sir. Is he good to you?

Yes, sir. He doesn't beat you? No, sir. Not me.

He doesn't beat me. He beats my brother, sir.

You have a brother? Yes, sir. What does he do? He minds the sheep, sir.

And why doesn't he beat you? I don't know, sir. I must be fond of you.

I don't know, sir. Does he give you enough to eat? Does he feed you? Well, fairly well, sir.

You're not unhappy? Do you hear me? Yes, sir. Well, I don't know, sir. You don't know if you're unhappy or not?

No, sir. You're as bad as myself.

Where do you sleep? In the lot, sir, with your brother? Yes, sir.

In the hand? Yes, sir.

All right. You may go.

What am I to tell Mr. God? Sir, tell him.

Tell him you saw us. You did see us.

Yes.

At last.

What are you doing? Pale for weariness. eh of climbing

heaven and gazing on the likes of us. Your boots? What are you doing with your

boots? I'm leaving them there. Another will come just as as as

me, but with smaller feet and they'll make him happy.

But you can't go barefoot. Christ did. Christ? What has Christ got to do with

it? You're not going to compare yourself to Christ. All my life I've compared myself to him.

But where he lived, it was warm. It was dry. Yes. And they crucified quick.

There's nothing more to do here, nor anywhere else. Oh, Ko, don't go on like that. Tomorrow,

everything will be better. How do you make that out? Did you not hear what the child said? No,

detented daughter was sure to come tomorrow. What do you say to that? Then all we have to do is to wait on

here. You madden must take cover. Come on,

Pitty. We haven't got a bit of rope. Come on. It's cold. Remind me to bring a bit of rope

tomorrow. Yes. Come on. How long have we been together all the

time now? I don't know. 50 years, maybe.

Do you remember the day I threw myself into the room?

We were great. You fished me out. That's all dead and

buried. My clothes dried in the sun. There's no good harking back on that.

Come on. Wait. A cold wheat.

I sometimes wonder if we wouldn't have been better off along each one. for

himself. We weren't made for this second road.

It's no certain. No, nothing is certain.

You can still part if you think it would be better.

It's not worthwhile now. No,

it's not worth.

Well, shall we go? Yes,

let's go.

Don't give it the kitchen

until he was dead.

And all the can

roll upon the children's eyes.

you again. Come here till I embrace you. Don't touch me.

You want me to go away? Go, did they beat you? Go, where did you

spend the night? Don't touch me. Don't question me. Don't speak to me. Stay with me.

Did I ever leave you? You let me go. Look at me. Will you look at me?

What a day. Who beat your tummy? Another day done with. Not yet. For me, it's

over. Done with no matter what happens. I heard you singing.

That's right. I remember that finished me.

I said to myself, "He's all alone. He thinks I'm gone forever." And he sings. One does not master of one's moods. All

day I felt in great form. I didn't get up in the night. Not once. You see, you piss better when I'm not there.

I missed you. At the same time, I was happy.

Isn't that a queer thing? happy. Perhaps it's not quite the right word. And now, now there you are again. There

we are again. There I am again. You see, you feel worse when I'm with

you. I feel better alone, too. Why do you always come crawling back? I don't know.

No, but I do. It's because you don't know how to defend yourself. I wouldn't have let them beat you. You couldn't have stopped them.

Why not? There was 10 of them. No, I mean before they beat you, I would have stopped you from doing whatever it was you were doing. I wasn't doing

anything. Then why did they beat you? I don't know. Ah, no. Go. The truth is there are things escape you that don't escape me.

You must feel it yourself. I tell you I wasn't doing anything. Perhaps you weren't, but it's the way of

doing it that counts. The way of doing it. If you want to go on living, I wasn't doing anything.

You must be happy too deep down if you only knew it. Happy about what?

To be back with me again. Would you say so? Say you are. Even if it's not true. What am I to say?

Say I am happy. I am happy. So am I. So am I. We are happy. We are happy.

What do you do now? Now that we are happy. Wait for God.

Ah, things have changed here since yesterday. And he doesn't come. We'll see when the time comes. I was saying that things have changed here

since yesterday. Everything loses. Look at the tree. It's never the same puss from one second to the next.

The tree. Look at the tree. Was it not there yesterday? Yes, of course it was there. Do you not remember? We nearly hanged ourselves

from it. You would you not remember? You dreamt it. Is it possible you've forgotten already?

That's the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.

I'm lucky. Have you forgotten them, too? Po lucky. He's forgotten everything. I remember a lunatic who kicked the

shittings off me and then he played the pool. That was lucky. I remember that. But when was it? And his keeper. Do you not remember him?

He gave me a bone. That was Po and all that was yesterday. You say yes, of course it was yesterday here

where we are now. What else do you think? Do you not recognize the place? Recognize? What is there to recognize?

All my lousy life I've crawled about in the mud and you talked to me about scenery.

Look at this muck here. I've never stirred from it. Calm yourself. Calm yourself.

You and your landscapes. Tell me about the worms. All the same. You can't tell me that this bears any

resemblance to to the Macon country, for example. You can't deny there's a big difference. The Macon country. Who's talking to you

about the Macon country? You were there yourself in the Mac country? No, I was never in the Mac country. I

picked my puke of a life away here. I tell you, here in the cath country. But

we were there together. I could swear to it. picking grapes for a man called Can't think of the name of the man at a

place called Can't think of the name of the place. Do you not remember? It's possible I didn't notice anything,

but down there everything is red. I didn't notice anything, I tell you.

You're a hard man to get on with, Gooed.

You always say that and you always come crawling back. The best thing would be to kill me like the other. What other?

What other? Like billions of others.

Every man is little cross till he dies

and is forgotten. In the meantime, let us try and converse calmly since we

are incapable of keeping silent. You're right. We're inexhaustible.

It's so we won't think. We have that excuse. It's so we won't hear. We have our reasons. All the dead voices

make a noise like sand.

They all speak at each one to itself.

They whisper. They rustle.

They rustle.

What do they say? They talk about their lives.

To have lived is not enough for them. They have to talk about

to be dead is not enough for them. It's not sufficient.

Make noise like feathers like leaves

like ashes.

Say something. I'm trying. Say anything at all. What do we do now? We forgot.

This is awful. Say something. No. No. We can start all over again.

Perhaps that should be easy. Mr. Start. That's difficult. You can start from anything. Yes, but you have to decide. True.

Help me. I'm trying.

When you seek, you hear you do. That prevents you from

finding. It does. That prevents you from thinking. You think all the same. No.

Impossible. That's the idea. Let's contradict each other. Impossible. You think so?

There's no danger in ever thinking anymore. Then what are we complaining about?

Thinking is not the worst. Perhaps not. But at least there's that.

What? That's the idea. Let's ask each other questions. What do you mean there's that? That much less miserable.

True. If we gave thanks for our mercies,

what is terrible? It was to have fun. But did that ever happen to us?

Where are all these corpses from? These skele

house you don't have to look. Can't help but looking. True. Try as one may be pardon. Try as one may. We should turn

resolutely towards nature. You've tried that. True.

The worst. What have I thought? Obviously,

we could have done without it. King.

Exactly. That wasn't such a bad little ker.

That will have to find something else. Let me Heard me see.

Well, what was I saying? We can go on from there. What were you saying? When?

The very beginning. Very beginning of what? This evening. I was saying I was saying I'm not a historian.

Wait. We embraced. We're happy. Happy. What do

we do now that we're happy? Come on. Waiting. What do we think it's coming? Come on.

I see. Ah, the tree. The tree. Do you not remember? I'm tired. Look at it. I

see nothing. But yesterday evening, it was all black and bare. Now it's covered with leaves.

Leaves in a single night. It must be this spring. In a single night. I tell you, we

weren't here yesterday. Another of your nightmares. Then where were we yesterday evening? According to you.

How would I know? in another compartment. If there's no lack of void, good. We weren't here yesterday evening.

Now, what did we do yesterday evening? Do try and remember. Do I suppose we blather about what? Oh, this and that. I

suppose nothing in particular. Yes, now I remember. Yesterday evening we spent

blathering about nothing in particular. That's been going on now for half a century.

You don't remember any fact, any circumstance. Don't torment me, De. The sun, the moon. Do you not remember?

They must have been there as usual. You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Alas, and Po and Lucky.

Po. The bones. They were like fishbones. It was Puzzle gave them to you. I don't know.

And a kick. That's right. Someone give me a kick. It was Lucky gave it to you. And all that was yesterday.

Show me your leg. Which? Both. Pull up your trousers. Pull up your trousers. I can't.

The other The other pig. There's a wound beginning to fester. And

what about it? Where are your boots? I must have thrown them away. When? I don't know. Why? I don't know why. I don't know.

There they are at the very spot where you left them yesterday.

They're not mine. Not yours. Mine were black. These are brown.

You're sure yours were black? Well, they were kind of gray. And these are brown. Show me. Well, they're are kind of green.

Show me. Well, of all them. You see? Oh, that's a lot of money. I

see what it is. Yes, I see what's happened. Oh, that's a lot of work. It's elementary. Someone came and took yours and left you his. Why?

This were too tight for him, so he took yours. But mine were too tight for you, not for him.

I'm tired. Let's go. We can't. Why not? You forgot. Ah, what do we do?

What do we do? There's nothing we can do. But I can't go on like this.

Would you like a radish? Is that all there is? Radishes and

turnipss. Are there no carrots? No. Anyway, you overdo it with your carrots.

Then give me a radish. It's black. It's a radish. I only like

the pink ones. You don't matter. You don't want it. I only like the pink ones. Then give it back to me.

I'll go and get carrot. This is becoming really insignificant. Not enough. What about trying them?

I've tried everything. No, I mean the boots. Would that be a good thing? You can pass the time. I assure you it'll be an

occupation. A relaxation. A recreation. A relaxation. Try. You'll help me. I will. Of course.

We don't manage too badly between the two of us. Yes. Yes. Come on. We'll try the left first. We always find something

to give us the impression we exist. Yes. Yes. We're magicians. But let us

persevere. Hope we have resolve before we forget. Come on. Give me your foot. The other hog. Hire.

Try and walk. Well, it fits. We'll try and place it. No, no, no, no. Laces. No laces.

You'll be sorry. Let's try the other.

Well, it fits too. Not yet. Then you can keep them.

They're too big. Perhaps you'll have socks someday.

True. Then you'll keep them. That's enough about these boots. Yes. But enough. I suppose I might as well sit down.

That's where you were sitting yesterday evening. If I could only sleep. Yesterday you slept. I'll try. Wait.

Bye bye. So wellye

bye bye. Bye.

Giddy's here. Don't be afraid. It's all over. It's all over. It's all over. It was on top of us.

Don't tell me. Come. Walk it off. That's enough. I'm tired.

You stuck there doing nothing? Yes. Please yourself. Let's go. Oh, we can't. Why not?

I'm waiting for God. Can you not stay still? I'm cold. We came too soon. It's always

a nightfall. The bank doesn't fall and fall all over something like yesterday. It'll be nice. We can go.

It'll be day again. What do we do? What do we do? Will you stop whining about my belly

full of your lamentations? I'm going. Well, farewell. Ly's hat.

I've been here an hour and never saw it. Fine. You'll never see me again.

I knew it was the right place. Now our troubles are over. Must have been a very fine half. Here.

Why? Hold that.

How does it fit me? How would I know? No, but how do I [ __ ] in it?

Yes, but not more so than usual. Neither more nor less. Ah, then I can keep it. Mine irked me.

How shall I say it? Itched me. I'm going. Will you not play? Play it. What? We can play it. Pops and lucky.

Never heard of it. I do lucky. You do popso. Go on. What am I to do? Cursed me. Naughty. Stronger.

Got a cockus. Spider key. Tell me to think. What? Say think, pig.

Think big. I can't. That's enough of that. Tell me to dance. I'm going dance.

I can't. Google.

There you are again. At last. I wonder. I thought you were gone

forever. They're coming. Who? I don't know. How many? I don't know. It's got to go and shadow were saved.

Let's go and meet him.

Come back. There you go. I'm in hell. Where were you? I'm coming

there, too. We're surrounded. Even so, there's no way out there. There. Not a soul in sight. Off you go.

Quick. You won't.

Oh, I can understand that. Wait till I see. Your only hope left is

to disappear. Where? Behind the tree. Quick. Behind the tree.

Decidedly, this tree will not have been the slightest use to us. I lost my head. Forgive me. It won't

happen again. Tell me what to do. There is nothing to do.

You go and stand there. There. Don't move. And watch out.

back to back like in the good old days.

Do you see anything coming? Do you see anything coming? No.

I You must have had a vision. What? You must have had a vision. No need to shout. Do you? Oh, pardon me.

Carry on. No, no, after you. No, no, you first. I directed you. On the contrary, ceremonious apeilious pig.

Finish your phrase, I tell you. Finish your own. That's the idea. Let's abuse each other.

Veronortion critic.

Now, let's make it up. Going. Open my arms. Your arms. Off we go.

Time fly have fun.

What do we do now while waiting? While waiting, we can do our exercises, our movements,

ourations, relaxations, relaxations, relaxations to warm us up. Calm us down. Up we go.

That's enough. I'm tired.

We're not in form. What about a little deep breathing? I'm

tired breathing. You're right. Let's just do the tree

for the balance. The tree.

Your turn.

Do you think God sees me? You must close your eyes.

God have pity on me. On me. On me. Kitty. on me.

What is it? Who is it? Is it?

At last. Reinforcements at last. Help. Is it? We were beginning to weaken. Now

we're sure to see the evening out. Help. We no longer alone. Waiting for the night. Waiting for God. Waiting for

waiting. All evening we have struggled unassisted. Now it's over. It's already

tomorrow. Time flows again. Ready? The sun will set, the moon rise, and we

away from here. Poor Po. I knew it was him. Who? God. But it's not God. Is that God?

It's not God. And who is it? Po. Here. Here. Help me out. We can't get up. Let's go. We can't. Why not?

We're waiting for God. Perhaps he has another bone for you. Bone. Chicken. Do you not remember?

It was him. Yes. Ask him. Well, perhaps we should help him first. To do what? To get up. You can't get up.

He wants to get up. And let him get up. He can't. Why not? I don't know. We should ask him for the bone first.

Then if he refuses, we'll leave him there.

We have him at our mercy. Yes. And that we should subordinate our good officers to certain conditions.

That seems intelligent. All right. But there's one thing I'm afraid of. What? The Lucky might get going all of a sudden, then we'd be bothered.

Lucky? The one that went for you yesterday? I tell you, there was 10 of them. No, before that, the one that kicked you. Is he there? His large is life. For the

moment, he is a nurse, but he might run him up any minute. Help. And suppose we gave him a good beating,

the two of us. You mean if we fell on him in his sleep? Yes, that seems a good idea. All right.

But could we do it? Is he really asleep? No. The best would be to take advantage of Po's calling for help.

Help to help him. Could we help him? In anticipation of some tangible return. Suppose he let us not waste our time in

idle discourse. Let us do something while we have the chance. It's not every

day that we are needed, not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not

better. To all mankind, they were addressed. Those cries for help still ringing in

our ears. But at this place, this moment of time, all mankind is us.

Whether we like it or not, let us make the most of it before it is too late. Let us represent worthily for once the

foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us. What do you say?

It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons, we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger

bounds to the help of his containers without the least reflection or else he sleeps away in the depths of the

thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here? That is the

question. We are blessed in this that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this

immense confusion. One thing alone is clear.

We are waiting for God to come. Awful night to follow. We have kept our

appointment and that's an end to that. We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can post this as much? Billions say so. You may

be right. All I know is that the hours are long under these conditions. and constrain us

to be agile and proceedings which how shall I say which made at first sight seem reasonable until they become a

habit. You may say it is to prevent our reason from foundering. No doubt. Has it

not all been straying in the night without end of the abyssal depths?

That's what I sometimes wonder. You follow my reasoning. We are all born

mad. Some remain. So, I'll pay you how much?

100 Franks. It's not enough. You think it's enough? No. me so far as

to assert that I was weak in the head when I came into the world. But that is not the question. 200. We wait. We are bored. No, don't

protest. We are bored to death. There is no denying it. Good. A diversion comes

along. And what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work. In an instant, all will vanish and we'll be

alone once more in the midst of nothingness. 200, we're coming.

This is it.

What's the matter with you all? Help. I'm going. Don't leave me. They'll kill me. Where am I?

I'll go. Help. I'm going. Help me up first and we'll go together. You promise?

I swear it. And we'll never come back. Never. We'll go to the Pyrenees. Wherever you like. I've always wanted to wander in the

Pyrenees. You fart with here, baby.

It's revoling. Quick, give me your hand. I'm going. I'm going. Well, I suppose in the end I'll get up

by myself. In the fullness of time.

What's the matter with you? Go to hell. Are you staying there for the time being? Come on, get up. You'll catch a chill.

Oh, don't worry about me. Come on, Dei. Don't be pigheaded.

Help.

We've arrived. Who are you?

The young man. Sweet mother earth. Can you get up? I don't know. Try. Not now.

Not now. What happened? Were you stopping you past? He can think of nothing but

himself. What about a little snooze? Did you hear him? He wants to know what happened. Don't mind him. Asleep.

Pity. Pity. What is it? Were you asleep? I must have

been. It says bastard Po at it again. Make him stop it. Kick him in the crotch.

Will you stop it? Crab lucky.

Oh, lucky. He's down.

What do we do now? Perhaps I could call to him. Don't leave me. Or I could call to him. Yes, call to him. Hot.

Hot. No reply. Together.

Po. We might try with other names. I'm

afraid he's dying. It' be amusing. Would it be amusing to try him with other names one after the other and it passed

the time and we'd be bound to hit on the right one sooner or later. But I tell you his name is Puzzle. We'll soon see.

Able. Able. Help. Goten one.

I begin to weary of this motif. Perhaps the other is called

Kane. Kane can help. He's all humanity.

Look at the little where.

Well, what is there so wonderful about it? Let's pass on now to something else. Do you mind? I was just going to suggest

it. But to what? Suppose we got up to begin with.

No hard trying.

child's plan. Simple question of willpower.

And now help. Let's go. We can. Why not? Ready for god.

What do we do? What do we do? Help. What about helping him? What does he want?

He wants to get up. Then why doesn't he wants us to help him get up? Then why don't we? What are we waiting

for?

He's doing it on purpose.

Feeling better. Who are you? Do you not recognize us? I am blind.

Blind. Perhaps he can see into the future.

Blind. Since when? I used to have wonderful sights. Expand. Expand. Let him alone. Can't you

see? He's thinking of the days when he was happy. Memorial territorial bonorum.

That must be unpleasant. We wouldn't know. And it came on you all of a sudden. Why do I look like

I'm asking you if it came on you all of a sudden? I woke up one fine day as blind as

fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.

And when was I? I don't know. What? No later than yesterday. Don't question me. The blind have no notion of time.

The days of time are hidden from them, too. I was just fancy that I could have sworn it was just the opposite. I'm going. Where's my minion?

He's about somewhere. Why doesn't he answer when I call? I don't know. He seems to be sleeping. Perhaps he's dead.

Go and see. Is he hurt? Oh, we can't leave you. Well, you need to both go. You go. After what he did to me never

he stinks. So,

what is he waiting for? What are you waiting for? I'm waiting for God.

What exactly should he do? Well, to begin with, should pull on the rope as hard as he likes. So long as he

doesn't strangle you, he usually responds to that. If not, he should give him a taste of his boot in the face and

the practice as far as possible. You see, you've nothing to be afraid of. It's even an opportunity to revenge

yourself. And if he defends himself, no, no, he never defends himself. I'll come flying to the rescue.

Don't take your eyes off me. Make sure he's alive before you start. No point in exerting yourself if he's

dead. He's breathing. Then let him have it.

the proof. What's going wrong now? What's going wrong now? My friend has hurt himself.

And lucky. So it is he. What? It is lucky.

I don't understand. And you are Po? Certainly. I am Po. The same as yesterday.

Yesterday. We met yesterday. Do you not remember? I don't remember having met anyone yesterday. But tomorrow I won't remember

having met anyone today. So don't count on me to enlighten you. Enough.

You were bringing him to the fair to show him. You spoke to us. He danced. He

thought you had your sight as you please. Let me go up.

He's getting better.

He's picking up his bags, you know. He's all set.

Whip. Where do you go from here?

No concerning mind. How changed you are. On whip

rope on what is there in the bag?

Sand on. Don't go yet.

I'm going on. What do you do when you fall far from hell? We wait till we can get up. Then we go

on. Um before you go tell him to sing.

Oh lucky to sing. Yes. Or to think or to to recite.

But he is dumb.

Dumb. He can't even groan.

Have you not done tormenting me with your cursed time? It's abominable. When?

When? One day. Is that not enough for you? One day, like any other day, one

day he went down. One day I went blind. One day we'll go deaf. One day we were

born. One day we shall die. The same day, the same second. Is that not enough

for you?

They give birth the stride of a grave.

The light gleams an instant. Then it's night once more

on.

Why will you never let me sleep? I felt lonely. I was dreaming. I was

happy the past time. I was dreaming that don't tell me.

I wonder is he really blind? Blind puzzle. Blind. You told us he was blind.

Well, what about it? It seemed to me he saw us.

You dreamt it. Let's go. We can.

Are you sure it wasn't him? Who got

so

I suppose I might as well get up.

D, I don't know what to think anymore. My feet.

Help me. Was I sleeping

while the others suffered?

Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow when I wake

think I do. What shall I say of today?

my friend at this place

until the fall of night. I waited for God

to us.

Are you all that truthful?

Know nothing. Tell me about the blows you received.

of a great difficult person.

The gravedigger puts on the foret.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries.

There's a great dead end.

Someone is looking

sleep.

What am I saying?

Off we go again.

Do you not recognize me? No, sir. Who was it when you came yesterday?

No, sir. This is your first time? Yes, sir. You have a message for Mr.

Yes, sir. You won't come this evening. No, sir. You'll come tomorrow.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Did you meet anyone? No, sir.

Two other men. I didn't see

What does he do? Mr. Goto, do you hear me? Yes, sir.

Well, he does nothing, sir.

How is your brother?

I don't know, sir.

I see your beard, Mr. Yes, sir.

I think it's sir.

Amen. Thank you.

Are you sure you saw me?

You come and tell me tomorrow.

And you never saw me.

What's wrong with you? Nothing.

I'm going. So am I.

Once I long asleep, I don't know.

Where shall we go? Not far. Oh yes. Let's go far away from

here. We can't. Why not? You have to come back tomorrow. What for? To wait

for God.

He didn't come. No. And now it's too late.

Yes. Now it's night.

And if we dropped him, if we dropped him,

he punish us.

Everything is dead.

The tree. What is it?

There's a tree. Yes. But

what kind? I don't know.

Why don't we hang ourselves with what? You haven't got a bit of

rope. No, then we can't.

Let's go. Wait, there's my belt. It's too short. You could hang on to my legs.

You hang on to mine. True.

Show me all the Am

I doing a pinch?

It's funny enough. We'll soon see here.

God, it's not worth a curse. You say we have to come back tomorrow.

Yes. Then we can bring a good bit of fruit. Yes.

Yes. I can't go on like this.

That's what you think. If we parted,

that might be better for us. We'll hang ourselves tomorrow.

And if he comes, we'll be saved.

Well, shall we go?

Pull on your trousers. What? Pull on your trousers. You want me

to pull off my trousers? Pull on your trousers.

True.

Shall we go? Yes,

let's go.