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"In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct"

Dante Alighieri "Divine Comedy". Inferno, Song I

Why is man?

How would there be a tailor, a fisherman or a bus driver...

if god had not created them?

Or could a soldier exist if he had not been blessed...

with a desire to kill his own kind?

Therefore, do not doubt this, everything in this world is evil.

Even money decays.

Why am I here? Why are we all here?

We're here to say goodbye...

Beloved colleagues...

And friend...

There's nothing to be done.

May he rest in peace and let us hope for...

a tranquil slumber for him.

That's why we have come here...

and that's what we will drink to.

Do you always have to make a speech?

May he rest in peace.

#My father's dear farm, I'll never forget thee

#The pasture and the birch woods will always remind me

#Mother patted our heads, father rocked us on his knee

#Hard work made us thrive, worry turned us into men

#Now I'm alone in the world, like a little birdie at sea

#It still brings tears to my eyes to think about that farm

Ain is dead.

What's a man's life worth these days?

It's not worth shit.

How many liters?

Six.

Oh fuck.

Could l...

just for a second...

inside?

Do you have something to cover the seats? It's white leather. - No, I don't.

Just for a second...

You're a good man.

THE TEMPTATION OF ST. TONY

Hello?

It's for you.

Please have this person taken to the interrogation room.

Your name?

T�nu Ploomipuu (Tony Plumtree)

Your home address?

5 Sunfield Street, Tallinn.

Trade?

Middle manager.

So...

You claim to have found several human hands in the woods?

I claim?

Why were you in the woods?

I ran over a dog...

and I dragged it... - Yes.

You thought you'd escape punishment?

What punishment?

Listen... where were you heading?

Home.

And where were you coming from?

My father's funeral.

My condolences.

But do you know how miserable my life is?

Do you?

No, you don't. You know nothing.

You just roam the woods with a guilty conscience.

The woods are full of litter.

You know what, my dear middle manager?

We have ways of dealing with your kind. See this?

Boss? - What is it?

We found the girl.

That's great.

Set her up for interrogation.

In my office. I'll be right there.

You are free to go.

Free to go for now.

Send a message to herr Meister.

I'll dictate.

The girl has been found.

Girl has been found.

(on sign) The police

Where did the girl go?

So how's the car?

Very good.

Like I said - it sticks to the road like a turd.

You can have it, I have plenty.

There's Urbo, our new sales exec.

And his wife as well.

What a lovely hostess! - Hello.

Hello.

Enter, please.

Where were you? Everybody is here already.

In our line of business, the internet is the future.

Or something else that hasn't been invented yet. Nowadays...

Hold on. Settle down now.

I'd like to raise a toast.

A toast to our beautiful hostess and to her art of living.

Or in other words - to her lifestyle!

Excuse me, one moment please!

Are you aware that the term 'lifestyle' is often used to describe...

sadomasochism and swinging. - What is 'swinging'?

Non-monogamous sexual behaviour. - Wife swapping.

That's fascinating.

It is generally accepted that swinging...

began in the U.S. army during the 1950s.

By the end of the Korean war it had spread to the suburbs...

and the media dubbed it 'wife swapping'.

What a frightful idea. - Not at all.

The surveys conducted among swingers have interesting results.

About 60% of the couples claim that swinging improved their relationships.

And even among the already happy couples, 50% said the relationship grew even better.

And 90% of the unhappy couples said that...

Don't look. Don't look.

What does he want from here?

Ignore him and he'll go away.

What could he possibly want from us? - He's looking at us.

Maybe he just wants a bite to eat.

I'm telling you, he's looking at us. - He's thirsty.

Listen, maybe we should invite him in?

God, I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me.

Maybe he's thirsty?

Yes, I think that's it.

I won't give him a thing, otherwise he'll keep coming back.

Listen...

Actor boy, you know what?

I would like to be an inventor...

I... I would like to be an actor.

I would just like to... stand upon the stage and act.

Leave the kid alone!

Fuck.

Alright? Everything's alright.

What's wrong?

I thought the therapist... that it would help.

Therapist.

Sometimes I wonder why you left your ex-wife.

What did you need me for?

I've wasted my best years on you.

I think I owe you an apology for yesterday.

Have you seen these?

Some numbers.

Tony, you know what I hate? Ambiguity.

We were clear - the return on investment should be 20%.

What number do we have here? - 19.3

Take care of it by tomorrow.

Take care of what?

Fire the factory workers, close the gates, lock up and have the keys on my desk.

For god's sake... we're not running a charity here.

The workers deserve... - What do they deserve?

What about me?

We'll see how you do.

You? Here?

Hello. Do you work here too?

Do you want a ride home?

Wait here. Dad!

Would you like some tea or coffee?

Enough already.

Shut up, you little whore!

With this hand I have killed a man.

When I was little, my dad took me to the Peterhof Palace gardens.

We walked around all day.

Took a boat trip.

I ate candyfloss.

And in the hotel we had cockroaches this big.

Who's that?

The Bodhisattva of Compassion.

You filthy bastard!

Fired me... and now you're fucking my little girl!

You cunt!

Generally, I love life.

But our life here...

this provincial vegetation, I despise it with all my heart.

As far as my own personal life goes...

by heaven, there is nothing good about it.

Have you noticed...

Whenever you're passing through a dark forest...

and see a light shining ahead.

You forget your tiredness and the darkness.

No longer feel the sharp twigs lashing against your face.

As you know, I work harder than anyone else in the county.

Fate keeps tormenting me, it's insufferable...

but I see no light ahead.

I have nothing to look forward to.

I do not like people.

I haven't loved anyone for awhile.

No one?

Not a soul.

Peasants are all the same - backward and filthy.

And the intellectuals... they're hard to get along with.

They're tiresome to be around.

All our good friends have shallow thoughts and emotions.

They can't see beyond their noses. They are, in a word, ignorant.

The smart and influential ones are hysterical...

Driven to schizophrenia by self-analysis and inner turmoils.

They whine, they hate, they have an unhealthy appetite for gossip.

They sneak up to you, look at you sideways and then conclude...

"He's a psychopath" or "she's a braggart".

Or if they can't think of a label for you, they just say...

"What a strange person".

"Very strange".

I beg you...

I implore you - stop drinking!

Why not?

It is so unworthy of you. You're well-bred, have a sweet voice...

Even more than that - you're unlike anyone else I know. You're...

handsome.

My child, how miserable my life is.

If you only knew how miserable I am.

What can we do?

We must live our lives.

Yes, we shall live, uncle Vanya.

We have a long procession of days and long nights before us.

We shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on us.

We shall work for others without rest, both now and when we are old.

And when our last hour comes, we shall meet it humbly.

And there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and wept...

that we felt heartache. And god will have pity on us.

Then, my dear uncle Vanya, we shall see that bright and beautiful life.

We shall rejoice and look back upon our sorrow here with a tender smile.

And we shall rest. I believe, uncle.

I believe!

A fine play. The kind to make you think.

Well isn't that great?

Listen, Tony, have you heard this saying...

"There are angels among us..."

"and they can be recognised by their dire defenselessness"

No, I haven't. - You know what, Tony?

You are one of them.

I'm tired, let's go home.

I might stick around for awhile.

You're not coming?

I'll come later.

But you go on.

The nights are strangely quiet here, you don't hear a sound.

And the lights...

not a single light shines at night. Just the stars.

This silence and darkness, it all seems unnatural.

I was driving by and thought... - Yes.

No need to explain. You came, that's enough.

Just look at this view.

Our outlook changes completely merely by...

being higher up than we are used to.

Well, yeah, there are no trees in the way.

But it's not about the trees.

It's something else.

You know...

I'm terribly depressed.

I don't see a single ray of hope.

I don't know if it's something in me or something else, but...

it's been long since I've felt the presence of God.

I'm only telling you this, because I'm sure...

that you came here looking for some kind of help.

But I...

I just don't have anything to offer you.

What about goodness?

What about it?

What to make of it?

Do you really think that you need to somehow justify...

its existence to yourself?

What about paradise... and all of this?

You mean a reward for living a righteous life?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore if this is all life has to offer...

or is there something else.

Or will there be something else...

some kind of punishment or... - Rather a reward.

Yes. - You know what?

You have the soul of a common merchant and that's all you are.

Everything has to add up in accounting...

even your good intentions have to be paid for by someone.

Alright.

Maybe you're right.

But in the end, what does truly depend on me?

Nothing.

I believe in individual accountability.

Maybe we just don't understand each other.

What more could you ask from a factory director? - What...

Hey...

I didn't tell you my occupation.

Who are you?

Run along now, Saint Tony.

Run, you little insect.

Perhaps you will still manage to save your immortal soul.

But first, think about this...

The trees are not trees and the houses are not houses.

Where were you last night?

What is that animal in our living room?

It's a dog.

And that explains it?

You can't leave the child alone so late.

That animal will not stay in my house.

Where were you?

Where were YOU?

Should we use the vertical or the diagonal ones?

Diagonal what?

We came to build the fence.

What fence? - What fence!

I've not ordered a fence.

But we are here, aren't we?

Or are you trying to suggest that we are not here?

No, I'm not.

Maybe you're trying to suggest that we do not exist?

That this van does not exist either.

I'm not trying to suggest anything.

Maybe the earth and the sky does not exist either?

What has this to do with anything? - Everything has to do with everything!

There must be some kind of misunderstanding.

Looks like he doesn't want the fence. - Does not want the fence?

No, I don't.

I see.

I see.

You...

You think that guys like us aren't human beings.

I'll find your father some other job.

You're like everybody else.

What do you want me to do? Say it... and I will do it.

I will help you.

It is you who needs help.

"Unbound sorrow smiles."

William Blake

DAS GOLDENE ZEITALTER (The Golden Age)

The night is brief yet dark.

Welcome, my dear friends! I am Count Dionysos Korzybski...

but tonight I am called...

Mister Twelve!

And so, without further ado...

allow me to present a man...

who has moved through countless worlds...

whose blood binds together seven continents...

and who, himself, is 7 thousand years old!

Das Goldene Zeitalter is proud to present...

the connoisseur of all great secrets...

terrestrial and subterranean...

the master of mysteries...

Herr Meister!

Dark is the night...

my children, my flesh...

the day has once again turned its gaze away from us.

But we...

who have never indulged in hope...

we, who were born against our will...

innocent original sinners...

bent crooked by anger right from the womb.

Mediocre perhaps in the soul...

but strong in contempt.

We do not fear the dark...

for we have always known...

it is darkness itself that spat us here!

Come now, the times of the corpse...

the times of the blade and of murder...

the times of shameless lust.

Fish die in the ocean...

man on the street.

The collapsing zodiac has come.

Behold, my children!

I'll take you away from here.

You won't have to work here anymore. You don't have to work at all.

You're so nice...

but such an idiot.

Nadezhda!

Leave her alone, you fucking pervert!

What do you want?

I can't understand what you want.

Just give her to me and we'll go away.

Far away.

He still doesn't get it.

Get what?

Who are you?

We are the last people.

We are the one to finish the job.

Just give her to me and we'll go away.

How tired I am of this... goodness of the little shopkeepers.

Charity measured by picket fences, chivalry by little lust.

I would rather destroy what is mine than give it away.

Dear Count, a demonstration, please!

Why did you come? They will kill us now!

I love you.

Nadezhda...

show the young man your choice.

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