Wild Beasts (Wild Beasts - Belve feroci)

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- Wait, I'll help you. - Yes... Thanks.

- Good day, Doctor. - Hello Kurt.

- Dr. Schwarz. - Hello.

- Doctor. - Hi Miller.

Good evening, Dr. Krader.

How is your symphony for orchestra and animals coming along?

Pretty good.

- The work is slow-going. - You work too much.

You're Dr. Schwarz, right?

Yes, it's me. Have you come up with a title?

Yes, I was thinking about something like "Nature Weeps".

- You like it? - "Nature Weeps"...

Don't you think it's a little creepy as a title?

- Bye. - Have fun.

Good evening.

Go, Brek.

- Watch out! - Oh, my God! What's the matter?

Careful.

These new cages are a drag.

- Excuse me, Fritz, will you open it? - At your service, Doctor.

And kill that damn siren.

- You're free to go. - Thanks.

Look who's coming.

Hey Gladis... Be a good girl. Stay calm.

Calm down. You don't like being pricked, right?

That's it. Be good, girl. "Good girl, good girl."

You're real good. Walk over there. Wait for me, huh? Good...

Go! Pass me the syringe.

Alright, are you ready, Gladis?

Come on, easy.

With that big fur of yours, you won't feel a thing.

That's it... Be good, Gladis... Easy... Easy.

Here we go. You see? You didn't even feel it.

- Feeling better now, Miss? - Yes.

Danger's over.

- Take your picture now, Laura. - Yes!

Be quick. And there she goes...

Five seconds to go.

What's wrong with her? Does she feel bad?

Rip!

No, she's alright. It's a normal reaction.

She's taking a nice trip to the land of dreams.

He's bitten her nipples bloody. That's why she behaved so crazy.

- Crazy indeed, she ate her babies. - Well, luckily not all of them.

There's still this little witch here. Listen to how she growls.

The little bastard...

You want to see her?

Look who bit her mother instead of sucking the milk.

- Easy does it. - Take her to the second ward.

A little higher.

What a little beast!

Look how she bites.

Don't do that.

Alright, I'll see you at the lab.

Just a moment, I'm coming!

It's 7:30 a. m. I left you some hamburgers in the kitchen.

I'm coming! One moment!

Take a shower, but don't flood the entire house, alright?

Put on the striped jeans because didn't...

Dr. Schwarz, it's 6:30 pm. This is the last bulletin from solitude.

Helga's out. I'm putting on my jeans, and will leave as well.

I'm going to dancing lessons with Tommy.

Hear that ringing? Will you stop that noise? I'm coming!

I listened to your message.

Thank you so much for reminding me to eat, to dress, to wash...

Mom, ł just wouldn't know what I'd do without you.

But where the hell did you stash my Ba-Ba-Ba?

Here he is.

Malta called from the newspaper.

She wanted... Yes, she basically wants you to call her before 5:00 pm.

But since it's already past 6:00 pm...

Oh well, like I said, we're used to it.

End of message. Signed, your daughter Susy.

That girl with the brown curls, remember?

I'm coming, you ball-buster!

Come on, move, Brek.

You're strange tonight. What's up?

Don't make me drag you. Will you walk? What's gotten into you, Brek?

Brek! Walk! What did you see tonight?

Brek! Come on, walk!

Be good. Be good!

Come on, let's go!

- What's wrong? - Did you see that guy?

- I don't know, I had a strange feeling. - Come on...

Don't tell me a guy like him worries you.

He's just blind. What's he supposed to do?

Come back down. I'd like to tell you a story only I know about.

You're so stupid!

- Does your story have a happy ending? - Yes, very happy...

So let's begin with the end.

I think it's a story like any other.

- You want to know how it ends? - Oh yes, please...

She's not home. She could have at least turned on the answering machine.

- She does that on purpose. - But no, she's probably just forgotten.

I don't think so.

That plague doesn't do anything without a reason.

- I'm telling you, she did it on purpose. - You know her better than I do.

She's your daughter. Honey Pie, is your colic better?

You're good - unlike the lady's daughter.

Thanks for the "lady".

Who wrote that children are aliens who come from another world...

to destroy the one of their parents? Aldrich? Huh?

An insinuation?

You too were at war with your mother, huh?

Don't you know that mothers have to be respected?

Mothers are dangerous, very dangerous.

The company of the owls doesn't become you.

- You hear that? - You're snippy like them.

- You're not snippy. - According to you, I'm a bad mother?

- You're good. - I have to clear up the situation.

You know what I'll do?

Congress or not, I'll pick her up at school.

- The time has come for a long chat. - The mothers...

Speaking of which, hers would have eaten her if we hadn't been there in time.

If we hadn't removed her, we'd have another mom guilty of infanticide.

The mothers have decided to stop being mommies...

and only think about their jobs.

Is it my fault that I don't have enough time for her?

I have to earn our bread and butter.

Become mine, doll, make me happy, and you won't have to worry about anything.

And become your private whore, doctor?

And also your secretary and your cook, right?

And God knows what else you got in your macho mind.

Well, little miss, why are you so bad to your mother, huh?

Because her cannibal mother ate her siblings.

Kidding aside, isn't it strange? From a naturalistic perspective, I mean.

The survival of the species and the maternal instinct...

Once upon a time maybe.

But not these days - strange things have happened around here lately.

Well, why did you stop?

Keep talking. This day might not be wasted after all.

I might be a failure as a mother...

but as a journalist I could write a most interesting article.

What would you say if I'd call the article "The dangerous madness of the zoo"?

Can you imagine? Or maybe I could steal the title of Krader's symphony.

It's very impressive: "Nature Weeps".

Not like that, it hurts.

- Did you hear? What was that? - What do you mean?

Now come on...

No...

- They're rats! Rats! Belt! - Wait!

- Help me, Belt, do something! - Let me see!

- Let's get out! Help! - No, don't open it!

- There are thousands out there! - Do something! Please do something!

No!

- Go away! Get lost! - Go, get out!

No, help! Belt, help me! No!

- At 7:00 pm. then. - Alright.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, Rip, you're as stubborn, ponderous and lazy as a sloth.

Don't you want to change your mind?

Impossible, I want to finish that taxidermy work.

And you know that I can't stand these meetings.

I'm a doer, Laura, not a thinker like you.

All those strange intellectual acrobatics on Darwin, Lamark...

and other "holy fossils" shorten my life.

Well, I wouldn't want to taint myself with such a crime.

- Bye, you "doer". - Hey, didn't you forget something?

Goodb...

Hey, with another kiss like that you will shorten my life.

I suggest you take a nice cold shower, tiger.

- Didn't you feel like you were on fire? - No, I just smelled the stink of Gladis.

Laura? Will you come to my place tomorrow?

Everything's possible. But I'll call you first.

I count on it, huh!

Queen of Hearts... Here we go!

It's all over, you're finished. Over and out, grandpa!

How could I concentrate on the game with all that noise in my ears?

My dear grandpa, live and let live.

Bullshit! That's just bullshit!

It's all useless gimmicks. Just rubbish like that stuff over here.

Big buttons, small buttons, big levers, small levers, lights and little lights.

Automation, they call it. I call it bullshit!

It's only good to rid people of their jobs!

But which jobs? What people do you mean?

There's never enough staff around here anyway.

Where are you going now?

Trying to find Kurt and Miller. They're better off than I am.

At least they have animals as friends.

Bye-bye.

Speaking of animals... Look here. Check out this pretty piggy.

- Nice teats. - What the hell is that?

- It's in section 4. - The cat area!

But what the hell happened?

It's the tiger cages.

Look at their movements. Maybe an earthquake.

They're acting strange. But here everything's okay.

They say animals sense them long before we do.

I'll take a look at it.

- Have you seen my torch? - It's on the table.

It looks like someone's trying to open the cages.

Hey pascha! What's wrong?

Are you crazy, pascha? Stay calm.

Behave! Behave! Behave!

Strange...

Are all of you in a bad mood tonight?

I don't get it.