MONOGURUI mini-coat: (NO, IT'S ABOUT PLASTIC SURGERY)
04. BOMB (OR BALLOONS)
mieko howls into the microphone, investing it with all the torn disbelief .. regret of a suburban tract home's might. här black half-curly hair thrusts out in grand fashion above här (this story taking place before the cut to intellectual sophistication) .. här comical prettiness conquers the audience .. mickey .. minnie mouse do battle with goofy .. pluto for inheritance of the earth. claas .. unger stand in the audience watching, unger in här captain's peacoat .. här hair matching mieko hair for hair .. claas in gray coat, gray tie, .. gray short-pants.
claas: i could never figure out whether you were after fame .. notoriety or something else. the expatriate told me about you. hä said i could meet you if i kept it strictly confidential. hä led me to the uptown garage where you were hiding out .. you were tending that pathetic little god-damn icon of yours .. we had some tea. i went to visit the garage a couple of days ago. it seems they're using it as storage now, but before the year's up the whole place will be converted into the east wing of the planned expansion of the pace building. the protest was in full cry.
unger: i arrived there in may 1945 .. stayed till 1949. it was called the ransom humanities research center then. have i shown you the photos? i really must some time. it's all been documented, something which both frightens .. humiliates me .. lends me displaced imaginary pride.
claas: it happened in front of the research center- right as i came out ..- i looked around .. it had all changed- oh .. i hated it, i was so angry for so long, so "why-me, go-to-hell" about it .. i remember i even shook my fist daintily at everything in complete .. utter refutation. .. it seemed so disgusting .. commonplace that it would happen there- why'd-do you always pick places like this for the secret consignments. oh for christ's fucking sake the noise, the god-damned noise in this god-damned city. i would have left. so, you really like my tie, you mean it, .. you're not just saying that so i'll cave in to your megalomaniacal whims?
claas kind of curls här neck around curiously as hä says this, while with precise pristine hands .. fingers hä examines the edges of the gray tie. the white pets pace nervously on the stage, preparing disconcertedly for the next set.
unger: no, no, not at all. it's pretty on you, i like that.
claas smiles despite härself .. tries intently to read the messages on the dilapidated walls. the music makes everything vibrate in concert with it. the 2 co-conspirators stand kind of off in the back corner surveying the scene.
claas: ok, what do you need from me?
unger: you've got connections. just keep your ear to the ground. if you hear anything inconsequential report it to miyabë immediately. but if something big comes up, something that might really make or break the operation, you just come to me .. it will be our own affair.
claas: why all the secrecy .. the hush-hush? you could have asked me this at your place.
unger: yeah, maybe you're right. i'm getting kind of nervous. starting to see plots .. double-crosses everywhere.
claas: i noticed that. you seem kind of jumpy. it's not like you.
we resume our mis-en-scene in a quiet little garden in the emerging suburban oku scene of cologne. endre in light-light blue with pink poppies adidas cashmere v-neck sweater stands with här arm around dora. här short gray pocket shorts makes här look somewhat childish .. hä wears black fake leather sandals. dora stands with arms folded across här white-dressed body looking every bit the brilliant ballerina that hä once was .. här hair is bound up tightly into misshaped shapes atop här head. poppies are trying their best to grow just behind them in miniature well-tended plots. unger sits in bold black plastic circle-shaped sunglasses at a circular umbrella-adorned table drinking a bottled coca-cola .. wishing hä was eating the lime which is instead just sitting there.
dora: tell me, dear, what is that tree?
endre: rubrus aldus, babe. i told you i got it all figured out. you just leave it to me. in a year this garden will be the envy of all our neighbors. rest assured.
dora: whose fault was it anyway if it doesn't? we'll just do the best we can. the fruit is unpredictable. hear that? is that the sound of weeping birds?
endre: no, that's coming from the neighbor's tv set. it makes me so mad. why does hä have to turn it up so god-damn loud, the god-damn sophisticated bitch. oh well, it isn't that loud, .. hä'll be surprised to find här accessway cut off next month by the construction we're doing, so i guess there's give .. take. hä's a nice guy even, in fact. i went over .. talked to här yesterday. hä showed me här mickey mouse watch. hä said in 3 days the people are moving in across the street. the neighborhood is coming together kind of slow but it is coming together. rals- that's the neighbor's name- hä took care to go out of här way to make me feel at home .. was real pleasant .. polite. a real old guy with big round black glasses .. smiles kind of funny. told me to grease the hinges on the doors monthly 'cause that can be a problematic effect of the local weather patterns. says to do it with the best butter, otherwise it won't come out right. but hä's been here since forever, anyway, retired here after the 1959 war where hä was a mercenary resistance fighter for a bit. i told här i was still getting used to the heat, though, .. hä told me to try calisthenics, so, i don't know, maybe hä's got some breadcrumbs in the works. you're not really interested in this at all are you, unger?
.. no matter how much hä dips head, refrains from looking at här watch, .. drops a few drops in the tea, unger must admit to härself that this is correct, but it will not slow down .. unger, our reluctant anti-hero, has discovered in unfortunate but precise .. exacting fashion that hä simply cannot run any faster.
unger: wait, let me show you the photos. eh- later- someday anyway. hä didn't seem to care that you were so professional-looking. thought you were a god-damn hack, in fact. while we were taking bullets hä was going to dances. i tried to become an expert in mechanically-minded manners so that hä would take your operations seriously, but it got fucked up. anyway, hä made här living shaking här legs in frilly skirts. look, i can't reveal my alibi. all i can say is, it is both concrete .. in detail. i am very very innocent, .. nobody can prove otherwise. yes, yes, i know you don't believe me but it's true .., trust me, this new opportunity is perhaps very exciting. so what's the answer? if i've got it- let's just say theoretically that i've got it- will you fence it?
endre: i'll think about it.
unger pushes back här big hair against the sun's persuasive sweat.
unger: eh, anyway, i'm going to go back inside for a moment, grab another coca-cola, you 2 want anything?
endre has här sweater sleeves rolled up at this point poking around in the dirt in här short gray short-shorts. hä does this weird thing, though, with här mouth, like it almost keeps twitching into a grimace, but then, at the absolutely last second possible, it becomes this small little 5 year-old type smile like, yeah, i knew that too .. that too .. something else too but i didn't know that (.. i'm really not going to confess my ignorance in a million years but maybe we both just know it's the case anyway) wow. .. just now, at this moment, hä gives another one of those little smile-grimaces again .. says to unger
endre: no, that's ok unger, you just go on in .. get yourself that coca-cola, i'm fine for a little while.
dora's back over in the other corner of the garden, though, not really paying any attention to them, .. if hä did want anything from inside we'll never know. unger hobbles on in to the kitchen in här sunglasses .. här captain's peacoat .. hä mumbles distractedly about the hazards of middle-class suburbia.
hannu: sad films are especially nice, i think. i know you don't like them .. all but-. it works kind of like a blues song, where it takes whatever longing or boredom or whatever that might otherwise kind of seem like it shouldn't be there .. it just, i don't know, it just turns it into something nice to listen to, .. then its not there anymore. at least until it's there again. i've got to run down to the market .. get some sleeping pills. help yourself to the white wine while you wait. or would you like some tea?
unger, krit, .. miyabë sit around a table. miyabë .. unger are drinking large cups of tea. for no apparent reason miyabë is dressed in a stark fucking white adidas fake fur bodysuit .. white boots with big metal eyelets that reach up to här thighs.
krit: no, thank you. i've been trying to avoid diuretics of late.
hannu: you don't really seem the type to be so health conscious, if you don't mind me saying.
krit: oh dearie, maybe you're right. i plan on outliving them all, though. coke, pau, .. certainly you miyabë with your antics.
the walls are dotted with small light blue cerulean circles.
patti poppies: i saw it go down miyabë. i was walking down 21st .. then all-of-a-sudden there you are in the corner of that dirty little alleyway giving the boot write-up to that poor little old man- i mean, come on miyabë, what was hä a fucking midget?- .. was that your umbrella or här that you were beating här with? i didn't expect that out of you miyabë, i really didn't. ask the paparazzi what they think but, fuck-'m-all, i'm avowing my intent disapproval right now for the record, i don't care how important you think your god-damn personal crusade save-the-world mission is. it's fucking pathetic. .. don't scoff like that, i've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve yet. hannu. hannu (turning här head over här shoulder .. whining a little)! get out the other tea. not this stuff. look, this is for the hired-help. we have guests, yo. pretty important ones, too. (hä says with a little smile so that one would almost think hä is pulling their ears).
patti poppies sits on the floor in här punk rock white blue pink "i love entropy" dress-shirt .. white capri-tights eagerly waiting for the guests to leave so that hä can return to reading the silent cry. behind här hangs on the wall in amazing sure-handed retro style calligraphy "horror will be convulsive or not at all." patti poppies, .. we can't really emphasize this enough, really doesn't smell too good. hannu downright wants to break här nose for embarrassing här but hä's oblivious. keeps talking about the deep structures of theory instead.
hannu: you saw it? but i thought you were out at the n.u.u.s.p.t.d.a.?
patti poppies: that's where i was- ask 'em, they'll back me up- .. then i took the subway to catch out some u. .. that's when i came across shit-for-brains-i-like-to-beat-up-on-old-men over here. a few things disturbed me about it actually.
miyabë looks down at här hands which seem to be still, but the rest of här body is moving in unexhausted exhaustiveness, held tightly only by the remaining confines of functional grace .. significant black ink fictions .. hä remembers suddenly the corpse broken, ruined eyes popping out in surprise, pieces of blood .. sweat .. flesh ruptured lying still in the quiet of the city .. a dim-lit street-lamp shining down from above holding in comfort its head with curving rounded protuberances random .. black rubber metal-clipped base .. the cold light bouncing many-directioned off its surface .. be still the waking furies be still the waking of its odd-shaped surface, the body's fogged-up opaque eyeglasses reflecting här red-stained hands, .. miyabë watches härself as calmly hä removes the eyeglasses from the body's white stubble-haired barren head .. hä holds their cold plastic in här hand .. looks down in weariness .. blood falls from här chin from här mouth.
pattie poppies: you look like the architect who wept as här building was completed. it was intended to be only a last-minute sanctuary, you know that don't you. .. it toppled. take a look at this vision of your existence, miyabë. it's not pretty. there's no fucking hidden order that's gonna pop out at you in surprise.
hannu: eh, well, i'll be right back.
hannu goes to the front door .. grabs from the waiting coat-hook här dusty motorcycle goggles, a pink white .. blue umbrella, a warm fur hat, .. a large gray overcoat, .. mentally prepares härself for här task as hä puts them on .. bows through the front door out into the cold. här bare feet flop around the cement sidewalk impatiently .. tall buildings surround här. hä turns around the corner of the front of the building, jumps up, .. pulls down the fire-escape ladder .. starts hurriedly climbing to the top. there, waiting for här, blowing wind at här face with the air of a dictator who's been refused här morning pastry, waits a fancy-pants helicopter .. the pilot's at the controls .. ready to go. hannu takes one last look back only to catch krit staring at här from just outside the stairway exit.
krit (yelling to be heard over the noise of the helicopter but real calm-like): i thought i saw that look in your eye so i told the others i was stepping out to get some air.
hannu (also yelling to be heard but in a somewhat more nervous fashion): i- it's not-.
krit: why, hannu? i don't understand.
hannu: it- i can't do it krit. it's complicated.
the 2 stare at each other for a few moments, eyes locked, .. it's hannu that looks away first .. runs to the waiting arms of the helicopter.
hannu (over här shoulder): that'll never be, krit!
.. krit watches after här so sadly as the helicopter lifts up into the air .. hannu renounces forever här citizenship to the cause.
04. BOMB (OR BALLOONS)
mieko はマイクに向かって遠吠えし、引き裂かれた不信感を込めてマイクに投資します.. 郊外の土地の家の力に対する後悔。 här 黒い半巻き毛が här の上に壮大に突き出ている (この物語は知的洗練へのカットの前に行われている) .. här コミカルな可愛さが聴衆を征服する .. mickey .. minnie mouse が goofy と戦う .. 冥王星の相続をめぐって 地球。 claas .. unger 立って聴衆を見ている、 unger in här キャプテンのピーコート .. här 髪は mieko の髪に合わせて .. claas は灰色のコート、灰色のネクタイ、.. 灰色のショートパンツ.
クラース：あなたが名声を求めていたのか、それとも他の何かを求めていたのか、私にはわかりませんでした。 駐在員があなたのことを話してくれました。 極秘にすれば会えるって言ってたよ。 あなたが隠れていたアップタウンのガレージに連れて行ってくれました..あなたはあなたの哀れな小さな神のようなアイコンの世話をしていました..私たちはお茶を飲みました. 数日前にガレージを見に行きました。 現在は倉庫として使用されているようですが、年内にはペースビルの拡張計画の東棟に全面改装される予定です。 抗議は大声で叫んだ。
unger: 私は 1945 年 5 月にそこに到着し、1949 年まで滞在しました。 私はあなたに写真を見せましたか？ 私は本当に時間が必要です。 それはすべて文書化されており、私を怖がらせ..屈辱を与え、想像上のプライドを押しのけます。
クラース: それは研究センターの前で起こった- 私が出てきたとき..- 周りを見たら.. 全部変わっていた- ああ.. 嫌だった. go-to-hell」それについて.. 私は完全な反論のすべてで私の拳を優雅に振ったことさえ覚えています.. 完全な反論。 .. それはとてもうんざりしているように見えました.. それがそこで起こるのは当たり前のことです. なんてこった、クソ騒ぎ、この忌まわしき街の忌まわしき騒ぎ。 私は去っただろう。 だから、あなたは私のネクタイが本当に好きです..あなたはそれを言っているだけではないので、私はあなたの誇大妄想的な気まぐれに屈しますか
クラースは首を不思議そうに巻き上げながら、正確な手付かずの指でグレーのネクタイの端を調べます。 白いペットはステージ上で神経質に歩き回り、次のセットに当惑しながら準備をします。
unger: いいえ、いいえ、まったくありません。 それはあなたにきれいです、私はそれが好きです。
クラースは自分自身にも関わらず微笑む..老朽化した壁のメッセージを熱心に読もうとする. 音楽はそれに合わせてすべてを振動させます。 2人の共謀者は、シーンを調査している後ろの隅でちょっと離れています。
claas: わかりました、私から何が必要ですか?
unger: つながりがあります。 耳を地面に向けてください。 取るに足らないことを聞いたら、すぐに宮部に報告してください。 しかし、何か大きなことが起こった場合、実際に作戦を成功させたり壊したりする可能性のある何かが発生した場合は、私のところに来てください..それは私たち自身の問題になります.
claas: なぜすべての秘密.. 静寂? あなたはあなたの場所で私にこれを尋ねることができたでしょう。
unger: ええ、多分あなたは正しいです。 なんだか緊張します。 プロットを見始めています..どこでもダブルクロス。
クラース：気づいた。 あなたはちょっとびくびくしているようです。 それはあなたのようではありません。
ケルンの新しい郊外の奥地シーンにある静かな小さな庭で、ミスアンシーンを再開します。 ピンクのケシ色の明るい水色のエンドレアディダスのカシミアのVネックセーターは、ドーラの周りに腕を巻いて立っています。 här ショート グレーのポケット ショーツは、här をやや子供っぽく見せます.. här は黒のフェイク レザー サンダルを履いています. ドーラは腕を組み、白い服を着た身体を横切って立ち、かつての華麗なバレリーナのように見えます.. 髪は頭の上にきつく結ばれて形が崩れています. ポピーは、手入れの行き届いた小さな区画で、そのすぐ後ろで成長するために最善を尽くしています. アンガーは大胆な黒いプラスチック製の円形のサングラスをかけて、円形の傘で飾られたテーブルに座って、ボトル入りのコカコーラを飲みます.. 代わりにただそこに座っているライムを食べていたらよかったのに.
dora:教えて、あの木は何？
endre: rubrus aldus、ベイビー。 私はそれをすべて理解したとあなたに言いました。 あなたは私に任せてください。 一年後には、この庭はすべての隣人の羨望の的になるでしょう。 安心してください。
dora: そうじゃないなら誰のせい？ 私たちはできる限りのことをします。 果物は予測不可能です。 それを聞く？ 鳥の鳴き声ですか？