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At 169, Setsuko Kashiwara is the oldest human ever.

A birthday cake with 169 layers...

It's the biggest media event in the world...

This afternoon, Setsuko Kashiwara blew out her 169 candles

and movingly expressed her wishes for the coming year.

The event has been celebrated all around the world.

Humanity's oldest person's birthday was celebrated by four billion people.

That's three times...

Setsuko Kashiwara revealed her annual check-up results

earlier this afternoon...

At the age of 169, no sign of decline or anomaly.

It's a special night, reminding us that we have conquered death.

Hey, pal, come back here!

You're gorgeous! Stay and float with us a while.

Seventy.

You're nowhere near.

Eighty?

Ninety?

Over a hundred?

A hundred and nineteen.

You're fucking with me!

It's the absolute truth.

Your first vocational retraining at the age of 119?

I'm 63 and I'm on my third.

What's your dream job?

You know...

We're going to sleep together.

Sorry?

I have the feeling that it's unavoidable.

I assure you it's quite avoidable.

Tonight, maybe.

But for two infinite beings in a finite world,

in the long term there's zero probability that we won't have sex.

So I suppose we should get it out of the way now?

None of that endless waiting.

As I said, it's unavoidable.

I'm thinking... of previous generations,

who didn't have the chance we have to live so long.

And I'd like to pass on a message of hope to youngsters.

You have a thousand lives before you!

Eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two...

I zapped him!

I need space to be fulfilled.

I need space to become myself.

I need space to succeed in life.

I need space to love more.

I need space!

GIVE THEM SPACE

16TH JUNE REFERENDUM ON BIRTH RESTRICTION

VOTE YES

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Can you fit me in?

Yes, of course.

This way.

ENTRY PROHIBITED TO MINORS

Thanks.

About time!

You haven't been very regular, have you?

Regeneration isn't magic.

If you're not regular, it can't work miracles.

I'm just saying.

Have you been fighting?

No.

-Have you been drinking? -A glass or two.

It's the big birthday.

Don't worry, I'm used to it.

No, it's too dangerous. I don't want trouble.

I have to ask you to leave.

The epidermis cells are regenerating well.

Nice skin quality.

It hasn't stopped ringing.

Got any aspirin?

A shirt?

Yeah.

You think it's starting again?

We discovered them at 5:40 this morning.

Same cause of death for them all. Point-blank shot in the right temple.

Three girls, four boys, from 18 to 23. All identified.

Nice shirt!

Some reported missing a few days ago, others months ago.

Even if no one has claimed responsibility,

one of the victims, Enoch Ritt, had this tattoo on his shoulder.

Some of you will recognise it.

For newer recruits,

it's the sign of membership of a pro-suicide sect.

It's called Saul, after the Biblical prophet.

They were responsible

for the Olympic Stadium coup. Twenty-three dead.

The first collective suicide.

It launched the movement.

Saul attracted volunteers aged 15, 14, even as young as 12.

Mostly from the Christian communities of Attenberg.

We thought it was all over ten years ago. It's started again.

Asram and Lesky, you look into Enoch Ritt.

Who's reactivated Saul? How many are there?

Is more action planned?

Perrik, Devoise and Azuelo,

concentrate on the others.

The grievers are on their way.

Get to work.

The mother's name is Mana. She lived alone with her son.

How old is she?

Eighty-seven.

Angus.

Captain.

You're late.

Stay behind me.

You do nothing, you say nothing, you...

That's it, make that face.

Mana Ritt?

Yes.

My name is Angus Singh. I work with the police.

I have something important to tell you.

Mrs Ritt, your son passed away

last night.

What?

Give me your hand.

Hold this sphere.

Do you feel its heat?

Its vibrations?

Enoch has left us.

Do you understand?

No.

I shall explain.

I'd never seen a griever work.

Announcing a death is a delicate business.

Most people have never dealt with death.

Some don't even understand.

But... does that thing with the globe really work?

There's worse than that.

Some work with puppies.

For the emotional transfer.

Amphetamines?

Gentlemen.

She's ready.

But go easy on her.

Speak of him in the past and avoid the word "son."

She's in a fragile state. Respect my work.

Saul? No, it doesn't ring a bell.

He wasn't in such a group and never went to Attenberg.

Not that he told me, anyway.

And his tattoo?

He said it was aesthetic.

-When did you last see him? -Five days ago.

But he often disappears like that, he's very autonomous.

He always comes back.

Came back, Mrs Ritt.

Came back.

Any new friends?

No.

Well...

He'd been calling a guy at night.

Kenny or something.

Our bedrooms are side by side, so I heard.

-You don't know who that is? -No.

How did you get on with your son?

With... Enoch?

Since his father left I work a lot,

so I see less of him, but we've always been close.

Was he a believer?

Did he ever bring up spiritual or religious subjects?

No, we never talk about stuff like that.

Talked.

What?

You never talked about stuff like that, Mrs Ritt.

-Sorry, but why...? -Because Enoch is deceased,

Mrs Ritt, I told you earlier.

Enoch?

-My Enoch? -Mrs Ritt...

When he was 14 he went away for a few days.

When I got home, he was here.

This time it's different, Mrs Ritt. This time...

I've read that sometimes people come back.

Is that true or not?

They go to the other side and then... they come back.

I'm sorry, madam.

I'll stay with you a little longer. Put your hand on the sphere.

Darius, we've identified the number called by Enoch Ritt.

Kenji Manderlay.

OK, bring him in.

-Do you know him? -A junkie.

He used to be a snitch.

I'm surprised he's alive.

Captain!

-You haven't changed. -I can't say the same for you.

A new look.

New hair.

New teeth?

You look tired.

Still get the regeneration headaches?

You're not the only one, you know.

Loads of my patients have the same problem.

-Your "patients"? -Yes.

Isn't that what this is about?

Are we talking about the same thing?

-It's a natural product. -And you're an honest tradesman!

I see myself as a therapist.

Memories are the most painful thing.

Death used to stop the bottleneck.

Today, people must bear

the exponential weight of their memories.

The log jam of decades of recollections.

But we all have something to forget, right?

Fascinating.

But what I'm interested in today

is him.

What did he come to you to forget?

You're on the wrong track.

My patients are all of age.

Let's not waste time.

Talk to me about Ritt or talk to the drug and underage squads.

I'm listening.

What did Ritt come to you for?

He was incompatible with regeneration.

How long had he known?

For a few months.

He was obsessed with death. He called often.

He came for relief from that several hours a week.

Enoch Ritt was incompatible with regeneration.

He did the test a year ago, his mother didn't know.

Could he have joined Saul because of that?

It's possible.

He could have suffered depression or made some bad friends.

What did you find?

I found a survivor of the stadium. Christa Novak.

She was stopped by her parents.

She's in a psychiatric ward till she's of age.

She used to go to the Church of Glorification in Attenberg.

OK, send me her file.

Do you remember the great waves?

The curfew, the state of emergency and so on.

My big sister couldn't go out.

Are you concerned by these suicides?

Not particularly. Those guys were either lost or stupid.

That's not us.

We all know how lucky we are to have regeneration.

People were always dying.

It's like saying: "We have too many supermarkets, I'll starve to death!"

Regeneration is a power.

It's a gift.

I'll turn to you now, Mr Larcher. You're an expert

on youth-related problems.

You called the great waves "a cry for help of the forgotten youth."

If we no longer grow old, if we no longer die,

then how do we prepare a space for coming generations?

They have paid a heavy price for our dreams.

The famous Generation Block, the title of your book ten years ago.

Yes, ten years ago these radical movements

sprang up from this lack of a horizon.

Collective suicide wasn't the only...

Yes, you'll own five hectares of land on which you'll never set foot.

Five useless hectares which will never be exploited.

Not for minerals, fossil fuels or farming.

We won't even put a parasol there.

It may seem absurd,

but it's the most effective way of saving that archipelago.

It's one of the world's last primary forests.

That land is a utopia that you'll be bequeathing to your children.

I can send you all the documentation.

I hope to add your name to our list of sponsors.

Talk to you soon.

The referendum about birth restriction?

Yes, lots of youngsters tell me

that they feel personally targeted by this referendum.

They really feel we're trying to get rid of them.

-You're back? -Yeah, I got an earlier flight.

How did it go?

The ministry gave the go-ahead.

-Want one? -Yeah.

-Did you go out last night? -For a bit.

But I get bored without you.

I'm always afraid she won't blow out all her candles.

You've regenerated.

Why do you say that?

You look in better shape.

You're more toned.

Life has become the absolute value of our civilisation.

So these collective suicides force our society to face...

You're working this case, I suppose.

...the possibility of death

and the desire for death.

Nothing is eternal.

YOUR RETRAINING WITHOUT STRESS

Are you joining in the relaxation workshop?

Look, it's free time. Do with it what you want, Christa.

But aren't you fed up of being alone?

I wasn't alone.

No.

What did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

I knew it!

Peng!

OK, bitches, what's going on?

Who took my gigas?

I'm fucking well talking to you! Answer me!

Hey, you in your shell, did you use up my data?

Look at me when I'm talking to you. Did you take my minutes?

-What's going on? -Haven't you been listening to me?

It's not me, Lana.

Are you sure?

I've still got 300 gigas.

There, you see! Now that's nice.

It was to shut you up, not to be nice.

Christa.

You have a visitor.

Everything OK?

Yes.

What are you looking at?

Here she is.

I'll leave you to talk.

I won't be far away.

You're Christa Novak and you're 24.

Do you recognise me?

You look like all the others.

I don't recognise you either. There were so many of you.

And you were only 14 at the time. You must have changed.

I hope so. That's why they put you here.

I suppose.

Anyway...

I'd like you to look at these.

Why are you showing me that?

We found them yesterday.

A good old collective suicide, like in your day.

Each one shot in the temple. Let the party begin!

He had the same tattoo as you.

We think Saul has been started up again.

I won't beat about the bush, I need your help.

I want you to go back to Attenberg

and try to re-establish contact.

Christa, you don't have to.

Christa is fragile, she regularly suffers severe psychotic episodes.

I'm talking to her. Address any complaints to the judge.

A return trip to Attenberg is all I'm asking.

In exchange I'll write to the judge

about the amazing efforts you're making to integrate.

You'll get three years off your sentence.

-They're all dead. -You're proof that they're not.

Three years.

I can't offer you any more.

I don't want your reduced sentence.

I want my own cell.

Napkin?

Thank you.

Here, drink this.

And breathe deep to pump the blood.

It's an undetectable chemical tracer.

We can keep track of you

and observe three metres around you.

We can identify anyone you approach.

Move your fingers to work the blood vessels.

Like this? Is this one well pumped?

We've got you a phone. The number's on it.

Are we ready?

Ready.

Nothing dangerous.

Just have a look round to see if you recognise anything or anyone.

Come on.

CHURCH OF THE GLORIFICATION

Can I help you?

I don't know.

Do you know where you are?

I think so.

Would you like a coffee?

How old are you?

Twenty-four.

Six years to go

before you get your first regeneration.

Have you tested your compatibility?

No.

They'll tell you that there's no commitment,

that it's reversible...

But you have to know that it's a crucial choice

for the remainder of your life.

We say that regeneration is a horror.

An ontological horror.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Death can only be defeated

by confronting it.

All they've invented is a strategy for fleeing from it.

Have you been regenerated?

No.

I'm lucky.

I knew right away.

And we're seeing more and more people decide

to refuse regeneration.

After fifty years of treatment they want to return

to their natural body,

to rediscover their sensations.

If you could see...

their expression

when they see their true face again...

It's so...

moving.

There are always people who don't understand

what we're doing here.

But how can one blame them?

After all those crimes committed in our name.

And then,

yesterday's tragedy.

Excuse me.

We're getting ready for one of our members to pass.

The ceremony will take place tomorrow.

You can come if you want.

Will there be a crowd?

The whole community will be here.

You can leave your details in the register.

I don't know, maybe.

I'm not trying to sign you up.

I just want to tell you that what I see in your eyes...

Don't let them destroy that.

It's magnificent.

Maybe we'll have more luck at their gathering tomorrow.

This isn't the way.

You can spend the night with your parents.

You're lucky.

I want to talk to someone from the centre.

They agreed to it.

That wasn't the deal.

-Stop. -Why?

Stop!

There used to be a cemetery.

There used to be a cemetery here.

That's possible.

They move them to ossuaries out of town.

No one visited it, anyway.

It's not important.

We can go.

Do you like it?

It's a Hungarian's work.

He started 83 years ago, before the first regenerations.

He says he wants to count infinity.

What's he planning for after?

Shall I see you out?

-Have a nice evening. -Thanks.

All right?

-Did you have a good day? -Yes.

This is so unexpected.

But we're so happy to have you with us tonight.

Where's my bed?

I've fixed you up a bed in the living room.

We didn't have the time.

If we'd known earlier...

It doesn't matter.

What do you think?

It's the latest model.

I'm pretty pleased with it.

A ginger meringue.

I thought you'd like that.

And this is for you.

Open it.

We wanted to surprise you.

We asked the centre to do the test and...

You're compatible.

-Congratulations, sweetheart! -Congratulations!

The psychologist said you're much better.

She's confident that when you come of age you'll be able to leave

and lead a normal life.

Find your place in life.

A job.

Regenerate.

All that time away from us must seem very long.

It does to us.

-Right, darling? -Yes.

But you'll see...

On the scale of our lives it's just a grain of sand.

It's nothing.

We're really proud of you, Christa.

You adopted a jellyfish?

Yes.

You're smiling, that's good!

It's perfect.

Silent, docile...

What are you doing?

Christa!

No, stop it!

Just the sort of child you wanted.

Christa!

What time is it?

We have time.

We don't have time.

Get on top.

You.

We shouldn't stay in this position.

Gravity, my love.

They advise that the sperm...

Hang on.

I have to go.

If you don't want one, I'll understand.

I promise you I'll understand.

I know what it means to you.

I've always respected that.

I just want you to be honest.

If the "yes" is voted in two months, it'll be too late.

You have no right to do that to me.

This is a fulfilled man.

What has she seen?

No idea.

Yes, it's her.

Do you have any idea

of what we've been through for the last ten years

because of people like you

and your suicidal friends?

The way they look at us.

How long it was before they left us alone.

I don't understand.

You don't understand?

Then I can't help you.

Darius, do you read me?

To your left!

-Keep going! -Out of my way!

-Left or right? -Right.

To the end.

You'll see a square.

Is she there?

Darius?

Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

WHO GOVERNS THE WORLD?

ARE THE END TIMES NIGH?

Nice one!

You stirred things up in Attenberg, apparently.

Asram's been at it too long, almost 100 years.

Regeneration or not, this job ends up wearing you out.

Want my opinion on the investigation?

Look.

That's their sign: two dots.

Birth and death, the beginning and the end.

-Who's their enemy? -I don't know.

All of us who regenerate.

What do you see here?

I don't know, eyes?

Exactly.

Eyes.

OK, thanks.

There's a laptop missing, a 78XP.

A message.

What?

WE CAN HELP YOU.

Lesky!

Yes, Lesky?

Saul! They've got in touch with her.

It worked.

It worked, Darius.

Subtitle translation by Howard Bonsor