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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 is 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?

- I am. - 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, a man 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.

I’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 rumors

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 rumors

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 rumors

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 rumors

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 rumors 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 rumors

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 rumors

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?

I am 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 is 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 rumors 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 it.

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 stabilized 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? - A baby? 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? - I am 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 we’re all flying around in space

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

My husband and I can’t 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 is 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 organized 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 don’t 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 favorite girls.

My favorite 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 favor. 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!