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BLOOD

DEATH DOESN'T EXIST

This is the first time I've ever told anyone this.

No one knows. No one would understand.

I always talk about luri... It's all so difficult...

And then it's impossible to explain anything.

Our mother was a Slav...

She was very kind to us, but I just can't...

It was the longest day of my life.

One day mum came home late, and what happened?

Four bastards grabbed her, beat her...

They raped her.

Two months later she found out she was pregnant.

She kept the baby, luri.

It was impossible for mum to put him in water, she had to sedate him.

He's always got blood on his hands.

He's very scared.

I'm leaving. I know that'll hurt him.

I'm tormenting him with my wishes

that exclude him for the first time ever.

The reasons why he's so special...

He's a genius, a real artist.

Mum's no longer with us... And he's scared, very scared.

ACT I "Stella's Story"

yesterday...

luri is like a heartache avenue...

He attracts negative influences... He's amazing.

.. and now a report on the death of twelve year old Annalisa Zanin,

who committed suicide by shooting herself in the chest

with a gun belonging to her police sergeant father.

Her father saw it happen

and has been taken to hospital suffering from shock.

He's a genius because he's invented his own language

to communicate with people...

I trust him.

I trust him... even if I don't always understand him.

His ontological dilemmas... that's what he calls them.

I don't know what that means.

Stella, I'm really scared...

the darkness here...

is so black...

the perpetual silence of these never-ending spaces terrorizes me...

Or I'm simply... scared of dying.

Everything's fine.

You're scratching me!

Your brother called.

He hangs up when I answer.

How do you know it was him then, dad?

When I told him to cut it out he started muttering in Bolognese:

"It's not luri, it's someone else... ".

- I raised a lunatic. - He's funny though, isn't he?

Have we got to wait for Stella?

No.

Are you ready?

Girls,

breathe deeply and concentrate.

I'm about to show you something extremely rare,

something I don't think you'll ever see again,

something that comes straight from God.

This isn't hash, it's a work of art.

My dear guests...

Charas.

Can I make a joint?

With caution.

Bathe your eyes in this sunlight.

Charas legitimises those five minutes of daily paranoia.

It legitimises our life to the limits of legality.

It's worth it. We're talking about something exceptional.

How much is it?

It's 2,000, 500 an ounce.

It's expensive.

Anyway, I paid 400.

Girls, there's the history of a people in here.

The history of a man,

a Nepalese farmer, who sowed, nurtured and grew the plants.

He chose the best pollens, then dried and blended them

with skilful movements handed down for generations.

The end product was wrapped and swallowed...

You think it came here by post?

It took a 14 hourflight with that thing inside the body

just to dump it into a bidet...

It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.

450 an ounce... A special price 'cause I'm a friend.

- Didn't you say 400? - Oh, yes... 400.

- And listen... It's called Charas in India, not Nepal. - Right.

This stuff was made by treating resin, not by blending pollen.

In fact twist it and it breaks, burn it and it goes out.

You can't see any THC crystals and there's a half ounce missing...

- It's really old. - You think we're stupid?

I can't believe that you think we're so dumb!

- He's my cousin. Let's go. - It's old.

Why? You really think we're dumb.

I can't believe he thinks we're so stupid...

I have no words. I'm going.

You're an idiot.

Why... what did I do to him?

It's not right.

- Shall we tell him about Charline? - Who's Charline?

.. taken to hospital suffering from shock.

Police say that Annalisa returned home

with a bad end-of-year report card.

According to school friends,

Annalisa was terrified of being punished by her father,

a strict, demanding man who wanted a perfect daughter.

From his brief statement, it appears that before committing suicide,

the girl set fire to a family photograph.

When you see luri, give him this eggplant parmesan.

It just needs heating up.

How nice, but I won't see luri today!

What is it?

"New York Ballet Academy. "

"Your application has been accepted. "

"Your visa for entry into the United States is attached. "

Okay, Rosetta. I heard you.

Stella will tell him, don't worry.

But luri won't talk to me, damn it!

Yes, of course, we're both coming. She'll tell him.

Rosetta, okay.

Aunt Rosi's getting married tomorrow.

She's been waiting years for this and wants a big celebration.

- What should I do, book a clown? - She wants luri to come too.

- I'd like it too. Will you ask him? - I won't see him today.

Where are you sleeping?

At Mimmi's, dad.

You'll convince him?

You know you'll only end up fighting, don't you?

Be at the city hall at 10:00. You know, the place with the mayor.

Don't be late!

There's only the three of us left.

I probably chose the easiest way... definitely the most free.

I've got to get to the point,

it might not seem like it, but I've got lots to do.

Wear your helmet!

One of these is to get rid of my asthma or my brother.

I don't know, it's the same. I can do it by going to New York.

He will suffer, that's for sure.

Mum always said that luri was like grandpa.

After the war, he put all his savings into doves.

Dove meat has a very nice flavour... so he bought a hundred.

But he couldn't kill them because he'd named them all

and loved them like children.

He left them fly about in the loft.

luri raises mosquitoes. He loves them because everyone hates them.

It's Alex, what are you doing?

Feeding the mosquitoes.

And later on?

Maybe I'll see Stella.

There's a party: intensive interaction, dirty dancing...

I'm getting some pills.

Why, are you sick? I...

Oh, my God, Alex!

Someone's at the door...

Stella's got a key, it can't be her.

Wait...

Alex, there's two fucking dark jackets outside.

Go with plan B.

Don't touch me, bastards, don't touch me!

What did I tell you? He'd be in the wardrobe!

Fuck off!

Where can we set up the demonstration?

Thanks, you were great. I'll show you out.

Sorry... sorry.

Will you cut it out?

Anyone would have reacted like that, it's normal.

Sure, they're always finding corpses in wardrobes.

Those damned salesmen should all be locked up!

- You're so sarcastic... - How did it go with our cousin?

- I saw a report on TV... - Pull hard.

Have you heard from Aunt Rosetta? I haven't.

I saw a news report that really shocked me.

Don't let it drag, it'll get dirty!

This girl killed herself with her dad's gun. He's a cop.

Yeah, I heard. What bullshit!

- Did they pay you? - What do you mean, "bullshit"?

They show it to you on purpose, but you realise it's senseless.

It's the sense you make of things that counts.

- You're really rhetorical. - Suicide's rhetorical!

She took the gun, got over her fear, and she pulled the trigger...

What difference does it make? It's a coward's way out, it's too easy.

Oh, come on! My God, how disgusting!

Get rid of these mosquitoes, please, luri.

- You're a fucking bitch. - Why?

It was Courtney.

- Courtney... - I didn't recognize her. She'd cut her hair.

Why are you such a bitch?

Bitch? You're a shrimp.

- Stupid tart. - Stunted shrimp.

- What you say is what you are. - I know you are but what am I?

Idiot times ten.

That's going too far.

Lina's eggplant parmesan.

You deserve it, luri.

You're really rhetorical.

What's up?

Christ!

No heartbeat!

No heartbeat!

Nurse, the defibrillator.

Set it to 200. Clear!

Clear!

You recovered too quickly!

Nurse, he's crazy. A strait-jacket...

Fucking mosquitoes!

I asked about the money.

- Did you forget? - Who cares about money right now?

1500, interesting. You didn't give them all of it.

- You didn't, did you? - I did.

You're joking...

No, or I'd have asked you the name of Iraq's wackiest kamikaze...

Saddam Who's Sane...

I can't believe it...

They wouldn't have taken it, otherwise.

They said it was flaky and old.

They knew their stuff, what could I do?

You, my darling...

were ripped off by your 15-year-old cousin!

- What else could I do? - I could have got double for it at the party.

We were supposed to go there with all that dope on us?

We'd get stopped, I'd get beaten up and you'd get raped.

Then they'd make you kneel and kiss Mussolini's photo

and they'd fuck you with their club.

And I'd get to see my sister raped for 500 fucking notes!

For 500 notes?

Give me some good news, please.

- There is a bit of good news. - Just one? Please. - Sure...

There's... a telephone number. I found this telephone number.

There's a whole underworld you know nothing about.

The sister of a customs officer

who was involved in a raid on a printer's.

She's got counterfeit money and sells a 100 note for 30,

so with 1500 you make 4500.

Your cousin told you this story, didn't she?

And you fell for it.

- What are you doing? - Come here.

Are you calling her?

Listen.

Hi, sugar, I'll drive you crazy with pleasure, I'm hot and gorgeous...

No, let her finish... wait.

You know, if I wasn't so madly in love with you,

I wouldn't be able to bear someone as unbearable as you.

Darling.

Didn't you want to introduce me to a friend?

Sveva.

Shall we go?

You'll come?

Let me take off my skirt.

Wait, let me take off the skirt.

Today, when we were folding the sheets, luri played one of his games.

He attracts negative influences,

he fills up with ghosts, but it's normal.

He's a magnet, a magnet for these absurd characters...

Like this Sveva...

Who is she? What does she want?

You shouldn't take advantage of my friends. 100 trips, do you realise?

International trafficking, attempted murders, genocide...

- I can't hear you. - Slow down... Where the fuck are we going?

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you!

- Password? - Tuca-cincilla!

Shall we go home?

- Bitter? - Delicious!

Are you okay?

Sorry.

Where are you going?

Why?

What for?

You feel dirty? You need to wash? What's going on?

Why do you never tell me you love me?

You never tell me you love me.

You never tell me! You never tell me!

Never! Never!

He's always got blood on his hands, they're always a mess.

There are holes in the walls that are covered by posters.

He brakes everything... He broke the wardrobe too.

.. further tragic events in Valdosso.

Sergeant Zanin, after witnessing his daughter committing suicide

by shooting herself with his gun,

threw himself out of a third floor window.

luri, it's already happened.

That means nothing can be done about it.

And if nothing can be done, we're going to the party.

I'm not coming.

I'm not coming!

Sergeant Zanin,

after witnessing his daughter committing suicide, killed himself...

.. guilt over his daughter's death, the fear of being judged by others,

the fear of being judged as a cruel parent...

Will you move?

They're talking about that girl who died.

Suicide is rhetorical.

It's the coward's way out, too easy.

- What are you on? - Nothing, I've been smoking.

I took a CCCP and a Hoffman that this really gorgeous girl sold me.

You're really cute too, the cutest man in the world.

Cute, cute, cute...

Cute...

Can I have a kiss?

No... I'm gay.

I need one...

Anyway, there's stuff I don't understand.

The truth, for example... everyone's got their own.

I've got your truth, you've got mine. In the end all truths get mixed up.

How can I know what the real one is?

The truth...

is for drunks.

Running away?

- Having fun? - Lots of fun!

You're out of it.

Come on...

You're too cute, give me a kiss.

Go on, I need one. Give me a kiss.

Stella, an hour ago I met a girl who said the same thing.

1,000 trips, 1,000 people who say the same thing.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me!

You broke it?

- You broke it! - Do you love me?

- You broke it. - Will you tell me you love me?

I'm leaving luri, I'm leaving!

Don't you love me?

Sorry!

Sorry!

Sorry!

It was the longest day of my life...

This is the first time I've ever told anyone this.

Our mother was a Slav... Every Sunday from when we were small...

We'd get up and eat all the junk food we could.

He will suffer, that's for sure.

Because... I'm tormenting him with my wishes...

My plane leaves tomorrow night.

I hoped that I could at least explain myself to him...

and maybe leave with his taste on my body...

and the certainty of his hand on my heart.

It's only possible if I go to New York.

luri's knot is very tight. It's oppressive.

It ended in shouting...

I'm leaving, luri. I'm leaving!

I thought I'd made him understand that I was leaving...

I'm leaving, I already said so.

I had to sum up the reasons why luri is...

unique.

Baba, what should I do?

To be happy with others, you've got to be happy with yourself.

Always.

Give Baba three trips...

One was enough...

ACT II "luri's Fear"

here, now

Why are you breaking these transparencies?

It's not a mirror that reflects the cosmic fallacy.

Sorry.

Sorry? What?

Come on, lemur.

What's a lemur?

The lemur is... Got a light, friend? Candle...

The lemur is...

the lemur is like you...

it's an animal that nature didn't foresee.

It's a "syntax error" of an animal... Know what that is?

But it's delicate because it wasn't foreseen.

But it arrogantly exists. Funny, isn't it?

Like a bat, like a dolphin, like you...

You know something?

It's a shame...

It's a shame, but I don't know anything.

And... the van?

Do I get in?

Stratos, the doormat dog.

- May I? - You may.

I don't pay you to act like a doormat.

I'll cut off your pocket money...

Thanks.

She's got perfect knees,

the nape of her neck is beautiful, her shoulders are white...

Her breasts move me to tears.

Her eyes are kind and alert...

"The nape of her neck" you said... I got distracted.

Yes, it's beautiful. Her knees are perfect.

- Perfect... - Her skin's... like milk.

- Maybe too much. - Too much.

- Maybe too much. - For who? - For me.

Her beauty is too explosive for me to handle.

She's more beautiful than a sunset...

Boy, the sunset's nothing.

It's light and pollution that makes it brown or purple.

Beauty's in the eye of the beholder.

I'm in love with a beautiful girl.

But she's a coward, or maybe I'm a coward.

So, what's the problem?

The problem is I can never make decisions,

I never know what direction is the right one.

And I'm scared.

I'm scared...

of dying.

I'm always scared of dying.

Boy... what's up with you? Scared of dying?

Fear of dying has got nothing to do with death,

but plenty to do with fear.

If you die, you're dead. So what?

Death is black, it's a void. You don't feel a thing.

The others die, you're eternal, brother.

As long as life lasts, so do you... then...

How can 100 policemen...

stop 1,000, 4,000, 20,000 people on a march?

How can they stop them?

Just the weight of all those bodies could kill them like a bull.

Because of fear... Fear, brother.

- Want some advice? - Yes.

Well, you know something?

Look for the child inside you.

Search for him with determination.

When you meet him, when you find him,

grab him and cut his throat.

Strangle him with his own tongue and leave him to die.

That's the only way to snuff out the fear inside you.

Okay, young lemur?

- Fear... - What? - Fear.

Show me your sweatshirt, brother. Let me see it...

It's really nice. Look...

Know what this is?

I don't know whose this is, but it's nice. Take it.

It's yours, brother.

Look for the child inside you.

Search for him with determination.

When you meet him, when you find him...

grab him and cut his throat.

Strangle him with his own tongue and leave him to die.

That's the only way to snuff out the fear inside you.

The cops!

Move it, kids!

Bastards!

Fascists!

We should have stayed with them.

- Fight. - I know, but I've got to be home by ten.

Why? What have you got to do?

I've got an appointment with dad.

On Sunday morning?

- Yes. - I want to come too. - No, better not.

- What do you mean? - I want to talk to dad. - He won't talk to you.

This is the right time to clear a few things up.

What you should do is shut your fucking mouth,

you have nothing to clear up.

Charming. And I'm the aggressive one?

Anyway, I'm not going to tell him what you think I am...

Will you answer?

- Answerthat phone! - I can hear it, but I can't see it.

Who is it?

- Who the fuck is this? - Who the fuck is it?

Stop the car! Give me that phone, it's mine!

luri, pull over. This guy's demented, an idiot.

- What's your name? - Stella. Give me the phone!

- Listen, is this Stella pretty? - luri!

If you keep on like that, I'll be forced to hang up.

It's my phone! Dad? Everything's fine, it's a friend.

No, it's okay. See you at Aunt Rosetta's wedding.

- Gimme that phone! - Aunt Rosetta's getting married?

Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to come too...

- I'm going to throw up. - Disgusting.

Help! luri!

- It stinks! - I hate being sick. - Oh, God!

Great, look! A funeral... fantastic!

Pull over, we picked up a gravedigger.

- Are you a gravedigger? - No, it'd be nice. Are you a gravedigger?

- No, not me. - You have tits, are you a girl?

luri, please, I'm scared. He's crazy.

Will you cut it out?

What are you drinking?

PCP.

- The stuff they give to elephants? - Don't know. It makes you lose...

- Your memory? - Amnesia, yes.

- Fuck! - What is it? - What do they want?

Are they after us?

Throw the stash out of the window! Please, Stella!

No, give it to me, I'll handle this. This calls for diplomacy.

Everyone out of the car. Get out of this fucking car!

Hands on the bonnet, quick... Hands on the bonnet!

Spread your legs. I said, spread your legs.

Spread your fucking legs.

Empty your pockets. Head down.

- What's so fucking funny? - No! - Shut up, I said empty your pockets.

You won't stop, uh?

Is that it?

Let's take that little bitch since I can't search her. Quick!

Come on!

Stop!

Leave me!

- No! - Ah! You bastard!

- Faster! - What the fuck do we do?

- You're mad. - Faster! - You're mad!

- Faster! - What the fuck are we doing? - Calm down and drive.

- This isn't right! - Throw out the stash.

- Why, why, why? - Should I throw it out?

- Faster, faster, faster! luri! - It's not right, it's not right!

It's not right!

luri, do it for me! Faster, please!

- Keep cool! - It's not right!

- It's not right! - What do they want?

- Fuck! - No!

- Fuck! - I threw out the stash, why are they doing this?

Fuck!

- Let's call dad! - Slow down. They can't catch us.

Why didn't you stop at the booth? There was a phone booth...

- Did you piss yourself? - What the fuck!

It's okay.

Will you answer me?

Grab him and cut his throat.

Strangle him with his own tongue and leave him to die.

You shook them off! Do you realise?

- You're as cold as a reptile! - You shook them off!

Bandage me, woman!

Great, Vatican territory. No one can touch us there.

- What? - My uncle's a bishop... And my mum's a nun...

COMIC FINALE

Tell me it's not true.

What do I do?

- If you go, I'll kill myself! - Rhetorical!

Sister, excuse us...

Why does your boyfriend walk like a penguin?

He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother. Brother!

The reptile, remember?

You can't go around soaked in piss. Just put it on!

Why is this okay but my skirt isn't? Can you help me?

- Over your head. - Where's the hole?

- Undo the top button. - I know what to do!

- But his head's big like a reptile's. - Ouch, my ears!

Ouch! Ouch!

What you do here?

Hello, we're here to see the bishop. We need help, now.

- Priest not here, come time after. - Yes...

We can't come "time after", we need political asylum now.

Priest not here, just John Junior, me.

Go away, before Jesus get angry.

John Junior, tell us where the priest is.

Go away before Don Mario come back.

Go away. Take hooker with you.

What did you do?

I don't know.

I don't know what I did.

What did I do, John? Don't move. Don't move!

Oh, my God!

Where's the priest?

- Yes... - No, don't touch my ass. Leave me alone.

What the fuck is going on in here?

Your ass is nice.

- Take off that cassock! - It's all... - Get out, bastards!

- It's all a big mix up! - And you, leave the staff alone!

Don't touch her, leave her alone!

- Get out of here! - Shut up. - Take off my cassock!

- You bastards, out! - In the name of God, we need political asylum.

- It's a man! - Get out of there, depraved creature! Get out!

Finally Italy has an Empire!

I can't find a pulse.

- He's dead. - He's dead, John John, very clever. Who let you out?

- The asthma spray! - This one? - Yes, that one!

- They're here. - Who? - Everyone.

Fabiana, Fabiana!

Look at the bloody mess you've got us into!

- Look at him! - Fuck off, you bitch!

Next time I'll let you choke on the vomit of the first person who vomits.

- Who passes by... The first. - What did you say?

Help, luri!

Down! Hands on the bonnet! What's so fucking funny! Come on!

Fabiana, help me!

Oh, God, the lunatic, the lunatic!

He's here! The cop we threw the puke at!

We've got to go out there and say we're sorry, understand?

I don't know this person, what does he want from me?

Why does he want to hurt me? What right has he got to hurt me?

Please, we've got to go out with our heads down and apologize. Please.

I don't know this person, what does he want from me?

What is he doing in my life?

Why does he want to hurt me? What right has he got to hurt me?

What is he doing in my life?

No.

That's enough!

Let's put him in there.

Let's put the priest in there!

Good morning.

- Father? - Get thee behind me, Satan. - Get thee behind me, Satan.

Father?

Father...

I'm after some people.

- Father, I'm just doing my job. - Please leave.

This isn't a good time. Leave.

This is God's house.

- Oh, Lord! - Close the door!

- He hates you because he's racist and you're different. - How rude!

- The bastard isn't falling for it! - Good job!

- You're an idiot. -What do we do now? - What do we do now?

I'll say Mass. When I've finished, pick me up in the car.

- It's good! With the car... - You guys are crazy. - With the car.

So, you're leaving...

New York.

No.

Yes...

- Do you forgive me? - What for?

- You should be forgiving me. - Why?

- Me and John John decided. He'll be altar boy. - No, I not do it.

You, altar boy. Have got to help my friend, the one dressed in black.

- To conduct a funeral. Altar boy! - Yes, altar boy! - Altar boy!

Yes, okay, altar boy.

- It's full of cops. - All that's missing is a priest, you.

Are you sure? You know what you're doing?

It's simple. You just have to believe in God and breathe softly.

- You believe in God? - No. - Well, then breathe very softly.

Don't piss yourself.

Kneel down at the altar.

It's over.

Wait for me. Wait for me...

- Praise be to... - Praise be to... - Jesus Christ. - Jesus Christ.

Forever and ever.

Brethren, as you can see, our beloved parish priest, Don...

- Don Mario. - Don Mario couldn't be here, he's not here with us.

Because unfortunately he's no longer...

with us.

He's dead.

His father is dying!

And he went to give the last rites in the village.

I rushed over from Saint Crispin's seminary to stand in for him,

and... I ask you to excuse my nervousness.

This is my first service.

What a smart-ass!

Even if we get out of this,

that fucking shrimp and his wife have seen us...

Do something!

Please kneel.

Let us pray.

"There is none that understandeth, none that seeketh after God... "

- Amnesia. - Amnesia...

".. there is none righteous, no, not one. "

"There is not one that doeth good, no, not one. "

"There is none that understandeth. "

"Their throat is an open sepulchre,

with their tongues they have used deceit,

the poison of asps is under their lips, their mouth... "

- Amnesia. - Amnesia.

"Destruction and misery are their ways. "

"There is no fear of God before their eyes,

there is none righteous. "

- Amen! - Amen.

Let us sing!

Fabiana!

She's hearing bells, let her... be.

- How much longer? - Now communion, then little talk.

Then little blessing, then going in peace.

- Go and help him! - No, I tired, feet hurt.

The body of Christ...

Host with the most, holy and hip...

A sign of peace!

Brethren, let us offer each other a sign of peace!

Will it be enough for two tickets to Cuba?

Three.

No, I don't like the mountains.

Enough!

Lamb of God...

Who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

Now Latin.

Priest from memory.

We are free men.

We are free men, no more..

violence, violent deaths.

Free men! We are free men.

The truncheon is not enough.

The truncheon and violence are not enough. We are free men!

We fight against violence.

Let us give thanks to God.

It is right to give thanks and praise.

But is it really right?

Is it really right to give thanks and praise to you, Lord, Holy Father?

Amen. Please stand. Amen.

Your brother's really odd.

He's weird.

He's not my brother,

he's my man.

He's your brother.

- What are their names? - Annalisa and Giacomo.

The suicide of 12-year-old Annalisa Zanin.

The girl killed herself with her father's gun.

Sergeant Zanin, after witnessing his daughter's suicide,

killed himself...

A moment's silence...

in remembrance of Giacomo and Annalisa.

Annalisa and Giacomo...

have left us...

for good.

They've run away,

they wanted to fly away.

Why?

What made them do it?

It was fear.

It was fear!

We come to church...

to pray to Jesus,

to pray to Jesus Christ,

who was crucified on the cross, beaten, whipped, bloody...

for us.

Humiliated by us.

By us!

Those who crucified him were people like us.

Identical to us.

With the same complaints about work,

the same difficulty in talking to their children,

the same fear of being judged.

The same fear that killed Annalisa,

the same fear that caused Giacomo to jump out of a window.

The same fearthat makes you feel like lions in your uniforms.

The same fear that turns you into sheep

and makes you do what I tell you to.

You kneel and stand because I tell you to.

The same fear

that makes us beat our children when they don't do what we want.

The same fearthat makes us accept a compromise, blush, lower our heads.

The same fear, the same fear!

Because we live in a world of fear! This is the world we've created.

This is the thanks we give to Jesus Christ.

We killed him, we kill him every day, every Sunday we come here to pray.

A world based on fear,

on fear...

on fear and the power to stop it.

How many Christs are there?

How many Christs are there today? How many?

And we call them... illegal immigrants.

We call them illegal aliens,

we call them dissidents.

Anyone with something to say is crucified. Why?

We live in a world of fear.

And you're here listening to me. Why?

Why?

Because my uniform is scarier than yours?

Because you're scared of my uniform?

Because you are scared? Because you are scared?

But if I take off this uniform...

what's left?

What's left?

Look. What's left?

What's left?

What's left?

Look!

What use are weapons, guns?

What use are armies? What use are prisons? What use?

Why do we live in a world of fear?

There should be a place where there's no fear.

- Ask my forgiveness! You! Ask my forgiveness. - Give me your I.D.!

What about me?