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O-bi, o-ba. The End of civilization.

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Nuclear war ended a year ago.

People who survived
when they see our uniforms,

show their indifference,
sometimes even disdain.

Fools.

Who won the war?
The Boers were not coming.

Nobody was.
We were alone.

With a bunch of survivors
we were supposed to defend.

Defend...

We had to gather them,
organize them,

and take them
somewhere safe

some place protected
from radioactive fallout.

Somewhere where they would
stand a chance to wait It out,

survive, start again.

There was such a place.
High in the mountains there was

a structure, the dome of which could
protect them from the atmosphere.

We had to convince
this stupefied throng

to hide in this asylum.

It was then that the program
called the Ark was created.

The Ark which we
invented to save them.

A year has passed since.

A year, I guess.

What ts it?

- What is it?
- What is it?

Boers won't give in?
Boers shall overcome?

- Who did they plant it on?
- Kraft, as usual.

They don't like him so
they play tricks on him.

These are no tricks,
it’s a hostile activity.

You received an order to find these
scoundrels who plant this shit.

- I'm not a policeman.
- It was a command.

OK, where did Kraft find it?

- Under his door.
- I'll take care of It.

These rascals must be punished
with all possible severity.

I'll deal with it so that
they won't do it again.

It doesn't make sense
to blow it out of proportion.

- Soft.
- Yes?

I often regret that we don't
have the police here.

You'll never understand
what principles mean...

New day, new joy, right?

Soft.

- You promised, do you remember?
- What?

You promised
you d find the time

so that I could lead you
to my paradise.

Soft, I am afraid of everyone,
I only trust you because

you're my friend.

You're my friend, aren't you?

-lam.
- I only told you.

Nobody knows about it,
they'd take it away from me.

The paradise is mine,
you get it, mine!

Soft, you won't betray me?

And when will you
let me take you there?

Soft! You won't regret it,
it’s real paradise, salvation.

Listen, aman must
have friends.

You're my friend,
I can feel it.

I'll share paradise with you.
I will save us both.

So will you find some time?

I don’t know, maybe in
the afternoon. I can’t right now.

In the afternoon, in the afternoon.
Thank you, thank you.

- Only this much?
- There'll be more tomorrow.

Sign.

Let’s get out of here.

- Do you have to?
- I Know, I’m ashamed,

but I have always
been so greedy.

- And you can't nick anything?
- I tried but I can’t

they just cheat me,
I don’t have the cunning.

- Take it.
- You mean for free?

- For free.
- Thank you!

Stop it!

Empty, can you learn who plants
leaflets on Kraft?

- Would you like to rat on him?

- No.
- So why?

- It's my business.
- I don’t know but I may ask around.

l’ll find you.

Listen, will you have some

spare bread tomorrow?
- I'll give it to you.

If you had some for a few days
I would certainly find out.

Your today and tomorrow
depends only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depends only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.

Why do you check it?

One has to.

The same as always.

For you it’s all the same
but my production

must keep quality,
it’s of the utmost importance.

Bring them all just once

and I will check it once.

Beef in gravy.
Bacon with puree and sprats.

I pay well, don’t I?

You see, I made it
with your cutlery.

Good silver.

It has to be this way, high quality,
because it is, you know, a symbol.

There is nothing else left now.

Do you want to
buy some onions?

- Where and how much?
- Wait at two

by the distributor.

A kid will find you.

It should be enough
for one onion.

We'll settle the account later on.

- Am I to pay with these?
- It’s better than money.

It’s easy to tear up bank notes
and this is a holy thing.

- Thank you.
- Oh, don’t mention it.

It matters to me that
I do it for a good cause.

I work for the Ark.

For holiness.

Don’t trust rumours
and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.
Don't believe rumours

and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

You'll come with the money,
you'll get in.

- Let me buy you a drink!
- Hi.

Do you know what it’s for?
For that girl of yours.

She is great,
she knows her trade.

Don’t get angry.
You don't have money?

lam ashamed of you.

Money is the basis,
the foundation.

Money is a miraculous drug.

Give it to me because you want It.
Don't be afraid even of

the craziest,
show him money.

He'll be cured in an instant,
He'll become normal -

terrifyingly normal.

And he will sell you everything,
even his place in the Ark.

You see, they seem to be such loonies,
but... do you want some?

I'll buy that girl
of yours for you.

Do you want me to?
Even for the whole night, only for you.

For nothing, for free, out of
friendship, you see, friendship.

- Hey, you.
- What?

Was it pleasant?
Was it nice?

It was.

So now get lost.

- It’s for you.
- Just like that?

I want us to leave now.

- Like, right now?
- Yes.

But they need me here.

Who?

People like you.

Anyway, where would we go?

To my place.

But for this can
you can have me here,

- right now, don’t you want to?
- No.

You sell your brains,
I just sell my body.

I give a little joy,
who of us Is worse?

Let’s go.

When the Ark arrives and takes us,
I will be only for you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Anyway, it is the only thing
I can and like to do.

What ts it?

Have you learned
who plants the leaflets?

- You have a can.
- Tell me!

OK.

- And the can?
- Kneel down! Bark!

What are you doing, actually?

I do what I am told to,
why are you asking?

I’m just curious.

- Just like that?
- Yes, just like that.

I paste this bloody
piece of glass on the wall.

If it falls off
it means

that the crack has widened.

It is just as meaningless work,

as your dragging your ass around
and making people happy.

But it seems important
to know whether the walls

in which we are,
crumble or not.

Very important! But I can tell
without this glass that they crumble.

You don’t know what to do with us
and you invent meaningless tasks.

Everything here crumbles!
It’s visible to the naked eye.

Sometimes at night I can hear cracking.
Everybody does.

Tell me, is it true that

if the dome crumbles

outside there is
only death for us?

Listen, actually, I came to see
you about another matter.

Leave me alone!

Why do you plant
leaflets on Kraft?

Is this your only worry?

Your jokes may turn into
a political affair.

Listen, you fool,

I plant this bullshit
about Boers

because I care for him,
for Kraft!

When Boers disappeared,
he lost his only aim in life,

do you get it? He started
to waste away by the day.

Then I started
planting the leaflets.

Just look, he got better.
He is fighting the Boers once more.

Did you do it out of
tenderness for Kraft?

Fuck tenderness —
Kraft is a piece of shit and an idiot,

but he plays chess well.
If he dies, I'll lose a partner.

Listen, keep planting them
but do it wiser.

Wiser? How?

For example, write that Kraft’s wife
survived, she asked for political asylum,

she is now with the Boers
and sleeps around.

He will be too ashamed
to show them to anyone.

Listen, when the dome crumbles
will you keep on following us?

- Do you want to buy?
- Yes.

- How many?
- One.

One for six arks
or two for ten.

But I only want one.

Not here, you idiot.

Come.

Six.

I have only five arks.

So you’re screwed.
It costs Six.

Wait.

You can...
turn it into a medal.

But it is more silver
than several arks.

On the Ark, once we get there,
only arks will be accepted.

Well, I don’t have any more.

Take it.

I’m giving it to you
because I pity you.

Asshole.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

Don’t believe rumours
and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

- Hi.
- You could have knocked.

- They need you.
- Who?

Some machine
stabilizing the dome

is falling apart.

And our men know
nothing about it.

We need a specialist
to fix it.

One was found among
those clowns below.

An engineer. He might
know how to do it

but he’s just like
the rest of them — a loony.

- So what am I to do with him?
- You are to convince him.

Use your psychological approach.

You can do tt.

You may promise him that
when he fixes this crap

on the Ark he will get every morning:
ice cream,

onion,

and a girl to bed.

When I saw you I had the impression
that I knew you from somewhere.

I was one of the Messiahs who
walked among you

promising salvation to those
who would come here -

- the Ark.
- Ah, indeed.

You looked more spiritual then.

Atropine in the eyes, a few stereotypical
gestures, manner of articulation.

One can learn it all.
Anyway, who makes attractive

promises always seems spiritual.

The Annunciation of the Ark, right?
It was a very good idea.

All the rational, official
means proved

inefficient.

There was only one solution:
to appeal to myth, faith.

Manipulation.

Does it seem immoral to you?

I know nothing
about morality.

There is nobody left alive
where you came from.

But I don’t hold it against you.

I am actually grateful for
the vision of the Ark.

You don’t want to tell me that
you believe in the arrival of the Ark.

No, the Ark doesn't exist.

But it might.
And this is it's greatness.

You're mocking me.

No, no.
A void must be filled up.

Why? Why shouldn't I believe?

The Ark is something nice.
It's sensible, functional.

Something that will
arrive and take me.

Let’s say that this belief
satisfies my longing.

Do you believe in an absurdity,
even though you are aware of

the fact that
you lie to yourself?

I feel fine among
the crowd of those

waiting.

This city is separated from
the rest of the world by a dome.

Do you know what
there is outside?

A huge radioactive ice rink.

Probably.

The dome is stabilised
electronically.

You're an engineer and
you know such machinery?

- Possibly.
- And you know that

something is malfunctioning in them?

Yes, I was told so.

So your duty towards
all of the people living here

is to try and fix
the mechanism of the dome,

which separates us
from this hell.

If we are doomed
to end in hell what is the point

of protecting ourselves
from it with the dome?

You're fighting for your life.

Fighting daily for
something to eat.

Out of habit.
Isn't it strange?

You're fooling around.

Repair of the machines
is your moral duty.

I was expecting this.

You know, morality is a word
which works like a lockpick.

It opens every door.

Even those which hide
immoral intentions.

It’s an order like "attention".

If the dome crumbles,
you'll be responsible for the death

of us all.

You make it sound as if
it was possible to escape death.

You're wrong.

If I agreed, I would accept
the responsibility for our lives.

And that would be,
how shall I put it,

fuck, arrogant.

I wish I could do it too.

Your today and tomorrow
depend only on you.

The Ark doesn’t exist.
The Ark doesn't exist

and it will never arrive.

You, fool, get lost.

Why?

I can’t sleep because
of you, fool.

But I’m silent.

Yes but when you're standing here
and when the howlers are howling,

I feel as if you were
screaming in my ear.

And without me the loud-speakers
wouldn't bother you?

No, go away, you fool,
I want to sleep.

Take it.

But let me stay here
for a while longer.

You're really a fool.

A little boy who wants
to be taken by the Ark,

should say: thank you.

- I don’t care for the Ark.
- You don't believe in the Ark?

I believe in sprats, you fool.

But if you keep on screaming
that the Ark doesn’t exist,

it means that it
certainly does.

What do you think?
Will it come?

The Ark doesn’t exist.

So why don’t you build it,
you fool?

If it really doesn’t exist,
we can make it after all.

Even in this crazy hell
we could live a more quiet life.

- Hide away.
- But from what?

Everything here is only
temporary till

- the Ark arrives, isn't it?
- I want to save you.

But why me?
It’s you who needs help,

you are unhappy.

Just look where
you brought me.

It’s so hopeless here,
so empty, just look.

But here we can be alone.

But why?
I hate to be alone.

I’m afraid of the void.

Listen, I’d like to have a baby.
Maybe with you.

- Would you?
- Ababy? Now?

I mean, not now.
When the Ark arrives.

Don’t you get it?
To have a baby one must have

a lot of money but I have collected
a huge pile of the new arks.

Don't you want to?

You're crazy.

How I hate this void,
I hate it.

Do you want to go
to my place?

Come on.

He is a millionaire,
listen.

He was brought here in a sedan chair,
with his wife, like some king.

And when he saw that
the Ark wasn’t coming

he decided to build
this shack and insisted

that it must be built of wood.
He paid millions for every plank.

And when they finished he locked
himself up and refused

to leave at all.

He lost a fortune on this.

Are you afraid?
Come on.

I rent a room from them,
come.

Is it him?

Well, he isn’t exactly handsome
but he looks manly.

Do you like him?

There is some fool’s
fidgetiness about him.

- And why are you so stiff?
- 1am not.

You know a lot about technics,
I can feel it.

You can help a frail
woman, can’t you?

I can.

Well then, the Ark,
do tell me,

when it arrives,
it will fly away then, right?

Right.

And then it will fly into space
and there is no gravity there,

so everybody flies around.

And when one doesn't want
to get bruised, one must

tie oneself down. And when one doesn't
want to be tied down all the time,

one starts flying around and
may get bruised, am I right?

Maybe.

Great, I thought it all
out wonderfully well.

Check if it is well made.

But what for?

You idiot.

When were all flying
around in space

without gravity, I'll hang it on
the walls of our cabin on the Ark.

My husband and I
cant risk getting bruised.

After all we're still too rich
for such a thing.

So did I get it right?

Certainly so,
yes, it’s all right.

What a relief.

And you’re such
a sweet blondie, sweet.

So nice.

Go there, go,
he is waiting for you.

Go.

What is it, girls?
What is it, sing!

Have you brought
me a pigeon?

I haven't.

You can't trust anyone.

What do you need
a pigeon for?

So that everything is
according to the description.

Do you like my ark?

- Ah, it’s an ark.
- And what else?

Don’t you feel that we're sailing?

When the waters start to subside
I must have a pigeon.

- Why?
- To act according to the description.

The pigeon will show me
the end of the flood.

Everything must be as described,
you see, it’s been tried out before.

It has to work now.

Look what they brought me.
What is it?

- A crow.
- A crow!

You're an idiot!
A crow.

It’s a puppet.
A stuffed carcass!

Tell me, have you ever
had a revelation?

- I haven't.
- That’s what I thought.

Nothing can be revealed to you
with your way of thinking.

Are you at least lascivious?

- Excuse me?
- Lascivious!

Well... you haven't got any
problems with your masculinity?

No.

It’s good.
You can be of use to me.

I'll need you very much.
I will adopt you.

I need sons.

Ham, Shem, and well...

That...

Ah, it’s so wonderful to see how
everything around you comes to fruition.

Don't be afraid of him,
he's harmless, come.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

I was so lucky that they
rented this room to me.

And almost for nothing,
you know.

His wife says

that I liven up the place.

They are a little weird but
it does not bother me at all.

I’ve just gotten used to it.

Tell me that you like it here.

What are they doing there?

Don’t you know?
Practicing.

When the Ark arrives there will be
a horrible crowd at the gate

and they won't let
everybody in.

So we have thought
with my friends,

come here and listen,

that when the Ark arrives

they will have to tie her up
to the ground somehow, right?

Some ropes or something.
And we want to get to

the Ark on these ropes,
you see?

I Know it’s not moral but

the point is to get there, right?

And this is why
they are practicing.

Anyway it is very pleasant
to walk in the air like this.

I also have to practice,
you know?

It’s terribly warm in here.

They told me that
they were used to it,

you know. They said that
even if tomorrow

would be the end of the world,
it would be warm in their place anyway,

because they're rich.

Do you think we'll ever be rich?

Maybe.

Why don’t you ever
call me by my name?

I don’t know what it means.

Gea...

was once a very
expensive vodka for the rich,

don’t you know?

What are you waiting for,
you fool?

Calm down!

Look, look there.
Can you see it?

I do.
What ts it?

It is ascending
and flying away.

So beautiful,
all white with a golden trim.

What is ascending?

The Ark.

They left me behind, they flew away
without me, do you get it?

They didn’t want me.
Why?

What was it for?

What for?

- Do you see it?
- I do.

It’s flying away.

It’s flown away.

- Where are you knocking about?
- I am just doing my job.

They won't plant any more leaflets
on Kraft, I arranged that.

I talked to that engineer,
walked a little

among the loonies below,
just normal work.

Leave the loonies.

We're no longer playing
at saving humanity,

it's about our own asses.

You were supposed to convince
the engineer to fix

the mechanism of the dome.
We're all under this shitty dome.

If it falls apart it means that not only
they will die but we will as well.

You and me!

He just refused,
fully aware of the consequences.

There is no room for
such humanistic bullshit!

He is the only guy who can fix

the dome stabilizer.
You are a specialist

in persuasion. Shit!
And as a result: epic failure?!

Did you at least remind him that
outside it’s minus 30 degrees

with radiation that can
kill everyone in just a few hours?

His refusal

was in fact something
of a conscious suicide

and I think I understand him.
- And what happened to you?

Is this uniform too tight for you?
You can join them and die

with them but first you must
force the guy to do

what must be done,
you louse.

But he thinks that his decision Is
consistent with the beliefs of

the 2000 people
who came here.

What decision?!
What beliefs?!

What do you mean?
Escape into myth,

escape from reality,
well, the Ark.

There are no more than
850 people left alive.

The rest died of cold,
dirt, malnutrition,

because none of
them even bothers

to flush the toilet
when they're done.

If this jerk doesn't
change his views

if you all don’t
change your faith,

in a few weeks
we'll all be dead.

We have to use the faith
in the Ark for our ends.

Shall I become the high priest
and distribute opium?

We have to suggest something
they would accept.

Something unofficial. Something
that might mobilize them.

Wake them up
from the torpor.

Maybe then
they'll start flushing.

And how do you see it
in details?

I don’t know, it takes time.

So get lost.
Get lost!

Go and build
the miraculous Ark for them!

Make them an underground Ark!

You!

Get lost!

Make them an underground Ark.

Hey!

- What do you want?
- A book.

- Author?
- Joint publication.

It’s ok.

There are many joint
publications about Boers.

Boers’ geopolitics,
Boers’ machinations,

the real face of Boer-democracy.

- It’s all about Boers?
- Naturally.

And the rest of the books?

We received orders to keep
only everything about Boers

and everything about Boers was left,
as ordered.

But who needs all
this bullshit and what for?

It’s not bullshit!

These are valuable and important
studies which must remain

for future generations
so that they remember who

started this nuclear disaster.

To show to our grandchildren
the true face of the Boers’ provocation.

I see.

And where are
the rest of the books?

Boers eavesdrop.

There are no Boers here.

And the leaflets?
Who plants them?

There was one Boer
but I tracked him down.

- And?
- I shot him dead.

Like a dog.

It’s great, you should have
organised a public execution.

- To show others.
- I couldn't, he fought back.

We had a gunfight, he got
five bullets, dead on the spot.

You’re a hero.

I'll put in a motion to
give you a medal.

Can you tell me where
you hid all the books?

They took them away.

Listen, I am looking for the Bible.

Is there anything about
Boers in the Bible?

- Well, I don’t know.
- So what do you need the Bible for?

The bits about the Flood, the ark...

The Ark...

We don’t have it.

It was listed as fiction.

And they took it away.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for something.

I can sell it.

I kept some better ones.

Don’t you have anything else?

Buy as long as it’s available.
Allegedly, there’s nothing else left,

no scrap paper, nothing.

What will I grind now?

Listen, I am looking
for the Bible.

Nice, hardcover,
real leather.

It seemed a pity to throw it to
the grinder so I kept it, take it.

But where are the contents?

What for? The pages were soiled,
the cover is the most important.

I'll give you some paper,
you'll stick it inside

and when you put it on the shelf,
nobody will notice the difference.

Why do you destroy books?

I don’t destroy them,
I grind them.

Ground cellulose
is a perfect filler.

Easily digestible.

What do you think we will
now be able to give to this crowd?

Soft! Soft!

You're late,
what happened?

I've waited for so many hours
since the afternoon as you promised.

You did promise, do you recall?
You're my friend, after all.

I’m sorry.

So shall we go now
to see my paradise?

Look, I painted it myself.

I painted it myself.
They're afraid of electricity.

They peep, lousy bastards.
They would like to

get to my paradise.

- Who?
- Everybody, everybody.

Put it on.

Swiss patent.
Zuhalt.

You're the first and only person
I am going to let in there.

- Do you know why?
- No.

Because you have this kind of
look about you, man.

- Because I can trust you. Can I?
- Yes.

Come.

Attention!

So?

So what?

Great, isn’t it?

You’re lost for words.

Tell me, Soft, you’ve never
expected this of me.

But what is it for?

This is our salvation.

- I dont get it.
- You don't?

You don't get it? And what will happen
if the dome crumbles

before the Ark arrives?

And it will crumble,
it certainly will.

It will, Soft, won't it?
Just be honest.

It will.

And then there will be only
frost and dead bodies.

So now think:
the dome has collapsed,

and the Ark has not arrived yet,
everybody freezes to death.

So where can you hide?
Where can you wait it out?

- Where?
- I don't know.

In the fridge.
In the fridge, you fool.

The fridge maintains temperature.

It is made to keep the temperature
from escaping, you see?

This is what fridges are like.

They freeze to their death up there,
and we sneak to our fridge

and lock ourselves up.
And now:

there will be no electricity
so the fridge will defrost

and warm up inside.

They are all stiff and we,
just look...

Drinks, cigars and
we just sit here.

And wait.

And one day:
knock, knock.

Who’s there?

It’s the Ark that's
arrived to pick us up.

- Do you get the idea?
- Yes, I do.

Look, food.

I have been saving
food all the time.

And I brought it here.
I fixed it all,

decorated the place,

I worked so hard but it’s
beautiful here now, isn’t it?

Yes.

You see, this is not all.

Watch out.

Come here.
Come on, come.

My favourite girls.

My favourite pussies.

I froze them.

They will defrost them
for me on the Ark.

They will defrost them,
won't they?

They can do anything
on the Ark after all.

Why do you look
so worried?

So anxious,
don’t worry.

One will be for you
and one for me.

We will start a new civilization.

I thought it all through, didn’t I?

Are you grateful?

Now it’s just shit.
Makes me want to puke.

We just have to
wait for the Ark.

I made this altar myself,
it’s for the Ark.

To make sure it takes us.

We'll be saved, mommy.

We'll be saved, mommy.

Holy Ark,
save US.

Ark so expected,
save US.

Ark of all hope,
save US.

Ark of our joy,
save US.

Ark of eternal happiness,
save US.

Ark of calm hearts,
save US.

Ark full of light,
arrive.

Ark expected.

Do you see any point in
this search for dead bodies?

They will all die anyway
as they lie here.

What Is the difference whether
I mark the bodies now or later?

Nobody takes the
bodies away anyway.

- What is it all for?
- Statistics?

Figures — they are nice.

But why must I waste my time?

I could have completed
my PhD instead.

Do you know what fantastic
research material I have here?

I had this idea that

if too many people are
squeezed into a small space,

the community begins
to degenerate.

It has been tested on rats.

And here there is such
wonderful material for research.

Anyway, who cares for a PhD,
but this feeling of absurdity.

The meaninglessness of what I do.
Carcasses.

The guy that you're looking for
should be somewhere here.

Is it him?

You're lucky,
he’s still alive.

Do you want to cure him?

Red, yellow, it’s all the same,
it’s just cold comfort.

If he dies when you're done talking,
stick it on him, will you?

Is he important?

A little.

I can’t help anyway
but call me if you need me.

I won't be far.

I want to help you.

- Seriously?
- I want to get you out of here.

- I am fine where I am.
- But you need care.

Have you ever thought
why we all gathered here

in these few corridors?

It’s warmer when you're
close to each other I guess.

I really need you.

I want to build the Ark.

Really?

So lie down next to me.

Is your Ark supposed
to sail or fly?

I mean a reason to wake us
all from this lethargy.

A curious idea.

So will you help me?

- I won't.
- Why?

Because it’s already too
late for your Ark.

I have been pulling
your leg all this time.

I am one of the constructors of
the city and I know that the dome

must collapse. It was intended
to last only a year.

No repairs will help.

It’ll just crumble.

Bang and it’s gone.

But don’t be sad, finally,
you don't have to do anything now.

I want to live.

Do you? A hangar was
built in this city.

I don’t have the plans but
you have to find them.

If there is a hangar,
there should be a plane inside it.

A real flying Ark.

Will you come with me?

I’d like to ask you a favour.
If you pass around here

and I am dead already,
don't let them

put a sticker on me.

I don’t like numbers, labels.

Anyway, I'd like to be present
when the dome collapses,

and see it,
even if as a dead man.

I am inclined to behave in a somewhat
grandiloquent manner, you see.

Get up!

- What is it?
- Listen, listen.

Allegedly there is some
hangar in this city.

Hangar, we're all in
the same lousy hangar.

Hangar, one with planes inside,
do you get it?

All squadrons, flocks!
We'll bomb the Boers

from these planes.

Soft! Soft!
Do you want to become a kamikaze?

To the last Boer...

Where are the plans of the city?

Hide all the plans from the Boers.

Burn them!

- Show me the plan!
- They should be here.

Let me go!

- Why the fuck do you need those plans?
- Hangar! Plane!

Do you really want
to bomb the Boers?

No, I want to escape.

Where could it be better?
Where could it be better?

Everywhere there is the same shit
only that I am the boss of this shit.

Remember this, Soft!
You will fly your ass, you son of a bitch.

Remember this.
Where do you want to fly?

You imagined the plane.

Maybe.

Is there a plane?

Soft.

Soft, promise me you'll take
me to the Ark, the plane.

Promise me you'll
take me away from here.

Please, let’s fly together.

It’s good you're here.
Do you want to strike a deal?

- A deal?
- I will sell you shares for peanuts.

- No, no, thank you.
- Hundred arks.

- No, no, but...
- Twenty.

- I don't have the money.
- So what are you waiting for, you fool?

Come, bring it.
Ark, miracles.

What are you doing?
Wait a moment more.

Be patient.

We'll run away.

Do you trust me? We'll run away,
just as you wanted.

We'll go to Venice.

A funny city, it’s been
drowning for centuries.

But it should still be there.

I guess we'll manage to see it.

And then we'll have a home.

Garden.

Wait, wait
a little longer.

Hey, you fool, have you
got sprats for me?

- I don't.
- So what is it gonna be?

I don’t know.

- And when will the Ark arrive?
- I don't know.

So take me away
from here, you fool.

And where do you want to go?

Anywhere, away from here.

- Will you wait for me here?
- What for?

I have to go now but
I'll be back soon

and we'll run away.
- Far away?

- Far away.
- Then I'll wait.

But will you really come back?

I'll leave it with you.
Take care of it until I come back.

If you needed money for your
whore you could have asked.

I'd give it to you.

Are you ashamed that
you want to buy some happiness?

Take it.

Take it.

- And the plane?
- Plane?

A silver bird?
You idiot!

Is this what you were looking for?
Do you want to see it?

Look!

Get on, Soft.

Get on and fly away.

If I am to die, I'll die here
because here I am the king.

I will die here but
in royal style.

And now get to work if
you also want to be a king here.

Is this what you use to make arks?

And you thought they
were made of silver?

Some crazy hack forges
them in silver.

He forges my arks, scoundrel.

But how many can he make:

The real production goes here,
here is the money.

Yes.

There are almost one thousand
people left alive here.

How many can you squeeze
on the plane? 100? 200?

So where is your honesty, Soft?

You planned to make a lottery?
Who wins the ticket survives?

Have you prepared 1000 tickets?

Maybe you came up with
something more cunning?

Annunciation?
Ark for the elect?

Don't think you’re any better.

There are no good people here.

The Ark has arrived, do you hear me,
The Ark has arrived to fetch us!

Come with me,
you have to

help me!
- What is it?

It’s all about the Boers,
it’s all about the Boers.

To warn the future generations,
help me carry them.

- I command you!
- No!

There must be something
about the Boers on the Ark!

Throw away these books,
I won't help you.

And I will report on you,
you political midget.

I will!