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Rumours (2024)

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(loud thump)

(eerie music)

(eerie music builds)

(eerie music continues)

- Well, that's finished.

- The crisis awaits.

Down to work.

- It's dinner first.

- A working dinner, Edison.

- Mmm, really?

- Tony?

- Yes.

- What do you say?

Working dinner?

- Yes. Working dinn--

- Actually, I do have

just a little surprise

for you first.

- What is it, Hilda?

- This is just a little surprise

on the way to the gazebo.

It's just a short walk.

We should be clear

with the communique,

but not so clear

that we put ourselves

in an awkward position.

- Yes of course, exactly.

This crisis is not one that can

be classified so simply.

- No.

- And so we must keep

our options open.

- What we talk about?

- That's the question,

isn't it, Antonio?

What are we really

talking about here?

What is the true na--

You know, for me,

this is quite difficult.

We have many important

things to discuss,

things that only

we can understand

as world leaders.

And yet we are

surrounded at all times

by the storm of questions

and interruptions.

Some privacy would be nice.

- Yes.

- Yeah...

- Cardosa!

- Would you excuse me

for a second?

- Yes.

- So, how have you been?

- Good, Maxime. How's Eloise?

- She's fine.

Yeah.

You and I haven't talked much

since the Rimini Summit.

- Maxime, I think

we should forget Rimini.

Not forget it.

I don't mean that...

It was a meaningful

and beautiful thing.

It is something that

I needed very much at the time.

And the consolidated annual

report on Global Partnership

is a document I'm very proud of.

Proud of the work we did.

But that's all.

I think we have to move on.

This isn't summer camp.

- Of course, we're here to work.

- Yes.

- So?

- Well,

this is a very exciting find.

It's not that exceptionally

rare in the area, but--

- Sylvain, you seem to know more

about this curious

undertaking than our host.

- Ah well, in fact I did

come early to have a look

and a short discussion

with the supervising

anthropologist, Dr--

- Dr. Boofelfullmen.

- Boofelfullmen.

As you may know,

I am writing a book.

It's a kind of psychogeography

of graveyards

and burial customs.

- I'm sure it will

be as fascinating

as all your other books.

(all laugh)

- So what is this?

It's quite gruesome.

- Well, this is an example

of what we call bog bodies

or bog people.

There are many of them

scattered around

the North Saxony region.

- Oh dear. It's quite revolting.

- Well, it is from the Iron Age.

- Is made of iron?

- Yes, it almost looks like

iron, doesn't it, Antonio?

But no, it is in fact

a mummified body

from the Iron Age,

almost 2000 years ago.

- That's right.

The acids in the bog

have entirely dissolved

all the bones in the body,

but have perfectly preserved

the surface details:

all the hair, the skin...

- The fingerprints.

- The fingerprints

of the man or woman.

Well, in this case...

It's hard to...

- It's a male.

- It's a man in this case.

- If you look here,

you'll see his p*nis

has been severed

and hung around his neck.

- It sounds like a man to me.

- Yes, with bog bodies,

evidence of t*rture and

disfigurement is quite common.

I don't mean to make anyone

nervous, but in some cases,

the bodies appear to be those

of the chieftains or leaders,

sacrificially m*rder*d

for failing to deliver

the promise of a good harvest.

- Okay, so we would like

to make another photo

here at the dig site.

Please. And then, on to dinner.

Tatsuro?

- I mean, that would be weird,

discovering what this...

You know what I mean?

Somewhere in history,

we'd wanna find where...

I think it's a great way to...

- Perhaps that's

something that you can

bring up after dinner.

Please, please.

- And one last photo.

- Hello.

So let me begin

by welcoming you all

to Dankerode Castle.

And thank you all for coming,

especially under

the difficult...

or somewhat difficult

circumstances

of the present crisis,

which, of course...

What about you, Tatsuro?

Well, since the theme

of this year's summit

is regret,

do you have any regrets?

- I suppose my biggest regret

is that I never learned

how to ride a horse,

never had a chance,

never had the opportunity.

Always want to, but, uh,

getting a bit too old now.

- Oh.

- No, no, no, no.

- Sylvain?

- I regret being

a disdainful teenager,

especially towards my father,

who I realize finally now

lived amid

difficult circumstances,

teaching at the Department

of Sociology at the Sorbonne.

He was probably a fine man,

and he did not deserve my scorn.

I wish he was alive

so I could tell him.

Antonio?

- I dress up like Mussolini

to costume party.

- Well, you didn't mean any

harm, did you, Antonio?

- I think it's a funny costume.

- But Antonio

you can't beat yourself up.

These sorts of sensitivities

that people have,

these sensitivities to history.

I mean, it isn't

that they're not important.

I would never say that. But...

(speaking French)

(speaking French)

I suppose...

Things are a little

different now.

I speak of progress.

I mean, look at us...

America, Germany,

Italy, the United Kingdom,

Japan,

Canada,

the Republic of France...

The esteemed leaders of...

each of these great nations

gathered here around the table,

great food,

laughing,

catching up with old friends.

- Yes.

- We're quite lucky to be here.

- We are.

- We are blessed.

- We are blessed.

- Blessed.

- Well, I don't mean

to change the subject

or to dampen the mood,

but we are also here

to produce a draft outline

of a provisional statement

regarding the present crisis.

We should not forget that.

- No, but I think regarding

the statement and the crisis,

it is important to say

what we mean.

- Yes, of course.

- Yes.

- It's at times like this

that people look to us

to provide clarity and surety.

- Certainly.

- Exactly.

- What I mean to ask is this:

Have we defined the crisis?

Have we determined concretely

or even abstractly

of what it consists?

- Of what it comprises.

Yes, yes, exactly, exactly.

- Precisely...

- Maxime, what is it?

- Hmm? Huh?

- Is everything all right?

- I was just...

Forget it.

- No, no, no. Go ahead.

What's troubling you?

- I thought I...

Never mind.

It's not important.

- We're the G7, Maxime.

Everything is important.

(all chuckle)

- Maxime?

Why don't you just take

a moment and clear your head?

Yeah, okay?

- Yeah, I will.

Thank you.

- So sorry.

- He feels the burden

of leadership.

- Don't we all?

- No, it's not that.

It's something a little

more personal. You know?

- Tatsuro? What do you think?

- Contemplative gaze

means heavy burden.

- Antonio?

- Yes.

- You agree?

- Yes.

- So...

- It's his final summit,

isn't it?

- Yes, I think so.

- What?

- He's going to step down.

- Step down?

What on Earth for?

- It's the scandal.

What's it called?

The fixed--

- The carried interest scandal.

- Good Heavens!

- What it is?

- Tony, you don't want to know.

- Yes, well, it's...

quite complicated.

The...

The Senate Ombudsman's office

had taken out

an insurance policy

for the purpose

of chamber renovations,

but the insurance company,

they contracted then themselves,

procured a contract of indemnity

against the original policy.

- It's astonishing!

- Yeah, but these two

insurance companies

had a joint tenancy agreement

with an agency controlled

by a private equity firm

from whom Maxime's

mother-in-law had received...

carried interest.

- Outrageous!

The very face of evil.

- Well, I mean,

you joke, Edison,

but it is this it's

quite serious for him.

There's talk of proroguement.

- Prorogation, exactly.

- Well, should we make some

headway with the statement?

I'm sure Maxime will join us

when he feels restored.

- Excellent. Yes.

- Now, previously, we discussed

smaller work groups.

Hilda and I will work together?

- Yeah.

- Maxime can join up with us

when he returns.

Tatsuro, you and Sylvain?

Yes. And that leaves you

with Antonio, Edison.

Is that...?

- Oh, fine.

Dante and Hemingway!

- Yes!

(all chuckle)

- Hello?

Hello.

(all chatting)

- We might say first

that it's hard to know

where to begin.

- Yes, very good.

It's important to get it right.

We don't want to start

with the wrong--

- No, exactly. It's just

a provisional statement for now.

And even then, whatever

ideas we come up with now,

are just smaller notions

which can be edited

and revised and peer reviewed,

and anyway can be built up

with more detail later.

- Yes. So we simply

write forward and...

- Yes, exactly. We just ...

- Maybe we...

(laughing)

- Voila!

- Start with...

some sort of

personal reflection.

- Yes.

- Or experience.

I mean, to say, you know,

(laughs)

when I was younger,

I was an actress.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And I was in a play about

the immigration experience

I was portraying a villain,

a problematical scientist.

And I had to deliver

these sort of

terrible monologues,

you know, r*cist diatribes

full of expletives

and offensive terminology

and, you know,

eugenical explications

of racial intelligence

and natural hierarchies.

And, well, I can remember

some lines from the play

if, well, if that helps.

- And do you think

that would be...

appropriate for the statement?

- Well, I...

I thought, you know,

it was from

a celebrated playwright.

And I just... you know,

some of the play's themes,

you know, there's

a political dimension

and the sort

of immigration experience.

But no, of course not.

- Don't know what I was

thinking.

- No.

- Forgive me.

- Here comes the cavalry.

- Sorry to keep you

waiting, ladies.

- Oh, no, don't mention it.

Is everything all right?

Do you want a...

- I could use a drink. Yes.

Excuse me for

going off like that.

- Don't mention it. You feel

things more than others do.

Yeah.

- Is there anyone?

- I don't know,

it's strange, I haven't

seen anyone for a while.

- Yeah.

- I'll call Lucien.

He must be with

the delegation at the chateau.

He can send someone.

- No answer?

- No.

- Well, you can finish

my drink, if you like.

- Mmm.

Very good.

- What you mentioned

the other time.

- The I.T. and integration.

- Yes, yes, yes. Excellent.

- How about

the framework agreement?

- We probably start

with the date.

- Yes.

- I would think that would be

a good idea, today's date.

Start with that. And...

Yes, now, Antonio,

you're new to this,

but I know these kinds

of statements

and people pay no attention

to them at all.

What people want

is concrete action.

- Yes.

- Not vague promises

or proposals

and long drawn-out

strategies that...

Offer people the Earth and...

Bought it over people.

- Mister Edison.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You can't swim there.

Oh no!

That's for the troops

to sleep in.

- For the troops...

- It's a sleep tank

for the troops.

- Sleep tank for the troops.

- Do you have a slip

for the sleep tank?

- Slip for the sleep tank.

- Quarter of nine

is when we start.

- And don't start until...

- Don't start.

...everything is announced.

- Everything.

- All the names...

have to be announced.

- Okay.

- Sometimes I think, Maxime,

you are too hard on yourself.

You can't solve

all the world's problems.

You can't even solve

all of Canada's problems.

You should worry about

your own well-being.

Are you and... Eloise...

- Eloise wants things

that I cannot give her.

- What kind of things?

It's a particular delicacy

from Dankerode.

- Pineapples?

- No, there's no pineapple.

Oh, Sylvain!

What happened?

- I believe we are in a crisis.

- Well, we already

knew that, Sylvain.

That's why we have these

summits in the first place.

There's always a crisis.

- Yes of course, but...

- All right, what happened?

Why are you covered in mud?

- It is not mud.

I went off following the wind,

to try and grasp

the pages of notes that

Tatsuro and I had produced.

I was frustrated because

Tatsuro and I,

with our brainstorming efforts,

brought forth into the world

and possibly

the global community,

some very good ideas

for the statement.

- Global warming?

- More like,

bilateral management.

- Okay.

- And global jurisdiction.

What we do is, or should be,

independent

of the financial world.

But, you know,

it's hard to nowadays

ignore the domestic opposition.

- And domestic violence.

- Yeah, domestic violence.

You know,

supply chain management,

you know, in the grand scheme

of geopolitical issues...

And those other things

that are really important.

(Sylvain):

And with the pages blown free,

and scattered around me

in all directions...

like the sound of birdsong

in the forest...

I could remember only

the smallest fragments

of what then seemed to me

as the embers of

my inspiration went dark,

a visionary capacity

that would never be restored.

My shoes were filthy.

(speaking French)

I was despondent.

(speaking French)

(speaking French)

(coughs)

(screams)

(tense music)

(speaking French)

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone?

Hello?

Is that you?

Hello?

Hmm.

- Is this some kind of joke?

- A joke?

No, Maxime.

I would joke at such a time?

(phone beeps)

- I didn't bring my phone.

- It's no matter, Antonio,

it wouldn't have helped anyway.

- I can bring it next time.

- Hello!

- Maxime...

- Anyone?

- So, we have been

abandoned here at the gazebo?

- Yes, it seems...

- Does this happen often

out here, Hilda?

Is it a local custom?

- Happen often?

No, I...

They just built this gazebo.

We are the first to use it.

- At the chateau, you didn't

think to try the phone?

- It was dark.

The place was

totally abandoned and...

I must say.

I was a little shaken by the--

- Yeah, frightening.

- And it was one of the people

from the ground

that we saw earlier?

- Yes.

- And it attacked you?

- Well no, not attacked, but...

Or I thought so at first.

I don't really know.

It ended up on me

and we rolled around together.

I swear I could feel it

struggling with me.

- Well, shouldn't we all just go

back to the house together?

- No one there.

- We walk out on the road.

- No, no. It is 20 kilometers.

It would take hours.

I think there has simply

been some kind of a...

Some kind of...

- Some kind of what?

- And we're all together now,

and we have light

and we have shelter,

and they obviously

know we're here.

So shouldn't we just wait here?

- Wait for who?

- For the authorities.

(chuckles)

(snores)

- This is what you wrote?

- Yes.

"Number one: break it

down into steps."

"Number two: change

your environment."

"Number three: create

a detailed timeline

with specific deadlines."

"Number four: eliminate

your procrastination pit stops."

(laughs)

Well...

- I'm certain there

was more, but...

- Tatsuro, do you remember more?

- No, no. I don't remember.

- Wasn't there more?

- I don't remember!

Remember only the phrase,

"procrastination pit stop."

- Enough.

(gasps)

- I'm going to find some help.

- Maxime, wait.

We have to stay together.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Then come with me, Cardosa.

- I meant we must all stay

together, as a group.

It's not safe.

We don't know what's going on.

- You always do that.

You always find a reason

not to be alone with me.

- Maxime, no, I don't.

- You do!

Everything you say to me is

an attempt to push me away

or to escape from me.

In every movement of your body,

there's a haste

to be finished with me.

(grunts)

- Maxime!

The house is the other way.

Maxime!

- Hilda, don't! Just leave him!

(scoffs)

- This happens

every time he drinks.

He gets like this.

He gets emotional

and he runs off.

(panting)

(eerie music)

- Who's there?

Oh, it's you.

- Yeah.

You're disappointed.

"It's better to burn out

than to fade away."

Oh, Maxime.

Have you done this before?

- Done what?

- Written this,

this kind of note,

the suicide note.

- Yeah. I've many such notes.

I write them...

Every time I approach the edge.

I'm sure it looks silly to you.

The quote and everything.

- I think it's...

It's quite a nice quote.

It's cool.

Very rock and roll.

You seem tense.

Do you think...

Do you think

a massage might help?

- I don't know.

You are tense.

Is that part true?

- What part?

- That you view death

with inexpressible serenity?

- I don't know. Probably not.

No. Does anyone?

- I think that's good.

The line about

women and minorities?

- Yeah.

Too often they get forgotten.

- Should we say a little

something about...

The private sector?

Nothing major, just...

Some words of encouragement.

- Why did you follow me?

What do you want?

- And here we are.

Cut off. Alone.

- Well, I have to say,

I didn't expect

to wake up

to this kind of thing.

- Well, I shall do

the leaderly thing

and get this out of this muddle,

as Wolcott men have always done.

Going right back

to the first of us

who helped establish

the Virginia colony.

- By all means, Edison,

my good friend, lead us.

What do you have in mind?

- What I have in mind, dear boy,

is that we go back

to le chateau together,

and there,

we find a comfortable spot,

a spot conducive to the kind of

productive diplomatic colloquy

that befits our station

as leaders,

until such time as help arrives.

- Uh.

- What?

- The statement.

- The what?

- The provisional statement.

- What about it?

- We haven't finished it yet.

- Is there any point?

We always trot out

the same nonsense anyway.

- Edison!

- Well, we do.

- The statement is important.

It shows the world

that we are working together.

It quiets our domestic critics.

But this is an emergency.

We have to wait for Maxime

and Hilda anyway.

We could work on it for a few

minutes here while we wait.

Then, as you say, perhaps we can

finish it back at the house.

All right. Fine, the statement.

We must have something.

Yes, of course. We've all been

working very hard on it.

Okay. So, I have here...

And this is something

I've been working on

with Maxime and Hilda.

Well, it's a kind of framework

for conflict resolution

in a troubled marriage.

What?

This is for

the provisional statement?

Yeah. I mean, ostensibly,

we have here

a number of ideas for restoring

non-sexual physical affection

in this case, between

a husband and a wife

who are having trouble

with sexual compatibility.

- This is Maxime's stuff again.

- He and Eloise

are having problems.

- Yes, of course,

all marriages have problems.

But the provisional statement

is hardly an appropriate forum

for devising their solution.

(distant howling)

- What is that?

- Where's everybody?

What the hell?

- Looks like

there was a struggle.

- Hey, who's out there?

- Don't sh**t!

I am Antonio.

- Prime Minister Lamorte,

what are you doing down there?

- Shh. Follow me.

And I take you to the others.

(all arguing)

Look... Look...

(panting)

- There you are.

You're all right?

Hilda? Maxime?

- Yeah. We're fine.

What happened?

We sent Tony back to get you.

He's good at

keeping out of sight.

- Is true.

- We had to flee the gazebo.

We were attacked

by dark, shadowy figures.

- Protesters!

- That's what

I thought too at first.

But they didn't have signs.

They didn't chant any slogans.

And if they objected

to any specifics in our program,

they didn't say so.

- I believe they were

protesters,

if a little unconventional.

- They were not protesters.

- What then?

The press? Spies? Goblins?

- Shh!

This is serious, Maxime!

- What were they then?

t*rrorists?

- Something less than t*rrorists

and something more.

- Yeah.

- But you say

that they attacked you?

- Well, attacked...

They loomed, threateningly.

- Their demeanor was

quite aggressive, quite hostile.

- Very grumpy.

- They were grumpy?

- No, they were violent,

more than grumpy.

- Very grumpy. Scary.

- But hey were people, ja?

Human beings?

They looked like the bodies.

The ones dug up from the ground.

- What are we doing here?

Why don't we get out of here?

- Because we were

waiting for you!

- Sylvain!

- You're the ones who

ran off crying like teenagers!

- We weren't crying.

We wanted to talk.

- I'm sorry.

I know you had your reasons.

Anyway, we were about to

head back to the castle, but...

- That's where they came from.

The protesters.

- They were not protesters!

- So we are cut off.

Trapped.

(sharp inhale)

(speaking German)

- What?

- What?

(speaking German)

- Chocolate cake?

- No, no, no, it's not a cake.

It's a kind of a ferry.

Well a raft, actually.

But it goes through the marsh.

Right to the main highway.

Yeah. I've ridden it myself.

- A raft?

- How far is it?

From here?

Two, maybe three kilometers...

- Four kilometers.

- ...through the woods.

There's a path.

Here.

- I have

a brainstorming exercise

that might help us

write the statement.

It's something I picked up

at a workshop I attended

after losing

the general election in 2018.

It's just

a word association game,

but with a more directed focus.

Now, since we want

to produce material

relevant to

the provisional statement,

I'll suggest some

G7-themed prompts

for our associative wordplay.

So I have here a list

of all the G7 summit locations

going back to

Rambouillet in 1975.

- Rambouillet.

- It was, of course,

the G6 back then,

before Canada.

- Sorry, Maxime.

- You know, the declaration

of Rambouillet remains for me

the most incisive and inspired

in the history of G7 statements.

"In these three days...

...we held a searching

and productive exchange of views

on the world economic situation,

on the economic problems

common to our countries,

on the human, social,

and political implications,

and on plans

for resolving them."

- Ah, Rambouillet...

- Yeah, it's a remarkably

prescient statement.

Still relevant today.

(clears throat)

- Venice, Montebello.

Anyone can jump in any time,

anything that comes to mind.

Versailles,

Williamsburg, London.

Bonn, Tokyo, Venice,

Toronto, Paris.

Houston. London.

- Another one.

- Maxime.

Maxime.

It's safe.

Dead for what, a thousand years?

- Two thousand.

- Probably more afraid of us

than we are of him.

- Imagine what he went through.

The rope around his neck...

And look at the cuts on his...

(all groan)

(panting)

- Do you suppose that's normal

for it to dribble like that?

- I'm afraid so.

- Could what we just saw have

been something like groundwater

draining from the specimen?

- Could be. Could be.

- Imagine holding it in

for that long.

I can't even make it

through a film.

In fact, when Julie

and I went--

(screams)

- Sylvain? What is it?

- What?

Sylvain, what is it?

- I don't know.

I confess, I had been feeling

somewhat afflicted

after my encounter...

(screams and groans)

I'm sorry. It's my leg.

- Does it hurt?

- It burns! It burns!

My bone.

My leg bone, it feels wrong!

- Wrong how?

- Look! You see?

- See? What?

- The bone is obviously

dissolving.

My leg is flaccid, rubbery!

- And you can't walk?

- Absolutely not!

It's out of the question.

- Okay.

We don't know what's out there.

At ease.

(groans)

(breathing heavily)

(both speaking French)

(speaking French)

- Mr. Wolcott?

Are you hungry?

- I have some meat.

- How very gracious

of you, Antonio.

Is this traditional

Genovese salami?

- I don't know.

I get it off

the buffet table at the hotel.

- Oh you crafty thing!

You're a worthy heir

to Garibaldi.

- Cardosa, this is for you.

Meat!

- Thank you.

- Nothing. Tatsuro? For you.

Look, look, look.

I find a wheelbarrow!

Oh!

Oh.

- Cardosa?

- Yes, Sylvain?

- May I use your laptop?

- Well, it's in my bag.

Do... Do you need it?

- Yes. I'm having some thoughts

that might be helpful

for the provisional statement.

- Thoughts about

my present condition.

- Uh, sure.

- I'm... sorry.

I'm going to need to rest.

I'm not as young

as the rest of you.

- Of course, Edison.

We should have thought.

- Maybe we can find

another wheelbarrow.

- Antonio, listen,

it's one thing to wheel

the president of

the Fifth Republic around

in such an undignified manner,

but I am the leader

of the world's oldest democracy.

Sorry, Sylvain.

I'm sure you understand.

I say I'm sorry.

What the...

- I don't think

he can hear you, Edison.

That's how focused

he is right now.

He said he had some ideas

about the statement

and off he went.

(humming)

(humming)

- Mr. Wolcott?

Why you have this accent?

- Well--

- Shh!

(building eerie music)

(distant moans)

(distant grunting)

(distant shout)

(shouting)

(barking)

(growling)

(building orchestral music)

(music fades)

- Their ancient seed

has extinguished the flames.

- Foul plume.

(coughs)

Did we just see that?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- What is all this?

What the hell is going on?

- A kind of ceremony,

I would say.

Some kind of gathering

of like-minded individuals.

Oh!

It might be worth

describing what we saw

and putting in the statement.

- I strongly disagree.

That is exactly

the sort of thing not to

put in the statement,

it would cause a panic.

- I do not understand

what we just saw.

- Exactly, Tatsuro,

that's the only sensible

thing to say about it.

- I saw nothing that

can't be explained

by the natural sciences.

- Yeah.

- A trick of the moonlight

playing on a grove

of Spanish moss

swaying in the wind.

Or one of those ethnic dances

they have at all

of these summits.

Lederhosen and castanets,

and those fans

they have in Japan.

Tatsuro, what are they called?

- Fans, yes.

- Exactly, there you are.

- I admire your hard-headed

American pragmatism, Edison,

but it's hard to share

from my position

here in the wheelbarrow.

- What have you got there?

- "The provisions of Treaty

of Maastricht."

- Maastricht?

- Yeah.

- What does it say?

- Here.

- Celestine.

- Celestine!

- Celestine? Who is Celestine?

- Celestine Sproule.

She's the President of the

European Commission, Antonio.

This must be her briefcase.

- Okay. It is G7?

- Ostensibly, yes.

It depends who you ask.

- The President of

the European Commission

has been attending

the G7 summits since 1981.

Roy Jenkins at...

- Montebello.

A beautiful mountain.

- Yeah.

- And Maxime like her?

- Does he like Celestine?

You could say that.

- He used to like her,

but he's over her now.

(laughs, then clears her throat)

- In my opinion, it was foolish

to have EU representation

before the establishment

of the single market in 1993.

At Tokyo 3?

It's an interesting

perspective, Tatsuro.

But of course,

we both know the real reason

you're preoccupied

with that particular year.

Nikkei Collapse?

- The lost decade!

- He's got the fire.

- Maxime, what are you doing?

These are Celestine's

private papers.

- Cardosa, let him.

We're all cold and tired.

Let us warm our bodies

in the glow of Maxime's passion.

- She's a private person.

She wouldn't want them

to fall into the wrong hands.

- This is cathartic for you.

You're still angry with her.

And you're taking it out

on her by destroying her work.

You were always

jealous of her work.

You pretend to be a feminist,

but you don't like strong women.

- I love strong women!

- No, no, no, no, no.

I love them too much!

- Yes, me too, old boy.

- Maxime!

- Me too.

Uh, we...

must not split up.

Maxime!

- Do you think it

might be illuminating

to view this

situation allegorically?

- What?

- Given that it is

quite a simple matter

to consider each of us

as personifications

of our respective nations?

- How would it be illuminating?

- It's important

to understand the link

between the self and the symbol,

don't you think?

- No.

(panting)

(sighs)

- He's too fast for me.

- Canada too fast for Germany.

- What does it mean?

- Doesn't mean anything.

- Hilda...

You know, you really

needn't run after him

every time he does this.

- Yeah, I suppose you're right.

I do tend to get a little

caught up in the dramatics.

- Germany caught up

in the dramatics.

We've seen this before.

- I only hope he can find us

when he runs out of steam.

I don't know about you, but

I don't feel safe waiting here.

- Celestine!

(gasps)

- This doesn't make any sense.

There should be helicopters

and search teams.

- And if they should find us...

they would find seven or six,

I should say...

huddled, frightened

men and women

who have failed...

not only in the writing

of the provisional statement,

which it was

their sole duty to complete,

but in most of

the fundamental categories

of humanity and decency.

- What makes you

say that, Sylvain?

We haven't eaten each other.

Or even struck each other.

Even our verbal disagreements

have been courteous.

It's not as if a World w*r

has broken out.

- Antonio has been

sharing his meats.

- You want?

- Thank you, Antonio, yes.

- I guess I get carried away

with my rhetoric.

It's a blessing and a curse.

The burden of

all great leaders.

- What day is it?

- Saturday.

(laughs)

- No, no, the date.

- It's the 21st.

What is it? What is it?

(sighs)

September 21st.

It's Maxime's birthday.

No wonder he's

been so sensitive.

Maxime's birthday's

very important to him, Antonio.

And with this whole

Celestine business,

I hadn't even made

the connection.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I knew Celestine

had been appointed

and that she would

be coming, but...

I didn't know Maxime

would find it so difficult.

- Well, their relationship

has always been one of tumult.

They met

during the highly contentious

WTO ministerial conference.

- I didn't know Maxime

ever worked in the WTO.

- He didn't.

He was a protester,

the leader of

a black block cell.

Ja. He was pepper-sprayed.

Ja. And Celestine was with

the Dutch trade delegation,

and they met during

a violent encounter

and he became

infatuated with her

after she tended

to his rubber b*llet wounds.

- Back then, you could really

get into a punch-up

with protesters.

Brave men and women

of high principle,

willing to sacrifice

everything for a cause.

They threw rocks,

dressed all in black.

It was striking to see.

"Hooded hordes swarming

across endless plains."

I injured quite

a few of them myself

and was in turn injured by them.

I should like

to have been assassinated.

Too late for that now I suppose.

Wouldn't be sporting.

- Assassinated?

Really, Edison?

- Instead of this ignominious

sloughing away.

I think of it

from time to time.

Arranging things, I mean.

A conspiracy of sly minds

in back rooms.

Shots ring out.

Bits of my brain on the tarmac.

And they find some piteous

wretch to pin it all on,

some nutcase

with an absurd grievance.

Too many bridges,

not enough protection

for songbirds.

Grandson afraid

of picture books.

But here I am.

Plowing on.

- You're still

the American president, Edison.

- Yeah, I suppose so.

(panting)

Celestine!

Celestine, it's me, Maxime.

Are you all right?

What happened to you?

Why are you here?

And what is this large brain

you have with you?

Where's the rest

of your delegation?

(muttering)

Maxime?

(speaking foreign language)

- Yes, it's me, Maxime.

Celestine. It's me, Maxime.

(speaking foreign language)

- What happened to you?

(speaking foreign language)

- What? I can't understand

you, Celestine.

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- Okay, come.

We must catch up

with the others.

Okay? Come.

Come.

(speaking foreign language)

- Come, okay?

(speaking foreign language)

- Yeah, that's you.

(speaking foreign language)

- We must go, now.

(speaking foreign language)

- Come, Celestine.

(Maxime): Hello!

Maxime?

I found her huddled up

against a giant brain.

What?

- Celestine?

Are you all right?

What happened to you?

(speaking foreign language)

- She doesn't understand.

There's something

wrong with her.

She... can only speak gibberish.

(speaking foreign language)

Gibberish to our ears, but

perhaps there is sense within.

An ancient Iron Age

language, I suspect.

Perhaps Dacian.

- Galindian.

- Old Frankish?

- Or Burgundian.

Or Skaldian.

Some dead tongue only used

by the shamans in their

pagan fertility rituals.

(speaking foreign language)

- Good! Yes.

(speaking foreign language)

Interesting. The thieves tongue!

Perhaps. Perhaps.

(speaking foreign language)

- Swedish.

She's just speaking Swedish.

- Swedish?

- You think they're

making a move?

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- What is she saying?

- Something about a king.

I don't think

she's making any sense.

- Where did you learn to

speak Swedish, Celestine?

(speaking foreign language)

- The Night Queen?

Who is the Night Queen?

Are you the Night Queen?

- Shh!

- Are you

the Night Queen, Celestine?

(speaking foreign language)

I think we should

just keep moving.

- Come, come!

- Wait!

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking French)

Sorry.

(sighs)

- What is this about a brain?

- I saw it. Not far from here.

A large brain.

I took a picture.

- How large?

- Almost the size of a car.

A small car.

- A whale's brain, perhaps.

Fossilized whale's brain.

Maybe a cargo plane

was bringing it

to the museum in Wiesbaden

and had some engine trouble?

- No, there was no wreckage.

- No?

- It looks more like

a human brain.

- A human brain?

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

- Very interesting.

More like a...

a woman's brain, I would say.

- Why?

- Well, from the size, it's...

it's slightly smaller

than a giant man's

brain would be.

- It's quite large.

- Well, to be sure,

I'm sure it is.

But of course, the more

likely explanation

is that this is some kind

of stunt, a protest stunt

meant to mock,

well, to mock us,

the so-called brain trust

of the West.

Of the world, really!

(laughs)

- Made of latex?

- I don't know.

(speaking foreign language)

- Yes.

- What is she saying?

- She's very confused.

I don't think

she remembers much.

She talks about a coming w*r.

(speaking Foreign language)

- Antonio,

I hate to be a pessimist.

I hate to dump bad news on you,

but I have a feeling

that something apocalyptic

has occurred,

that there is nobody

out there to rescue us,

no homes to return to.

It is the cold, dark ending

our species rightly deserves.

Come at last.

Just as we were getting

to know each other!

- Yeah.

(grunts)

- You all right, Edison?

(grunts)

Yes, I'm fine.

Right as rain.

But I think

I'd like to stay here.

So you lot carry on without me.

I'll be quite content.

- Come on Edison,

don't be stupid.

The ferry is not far.

- I've had a good long run.

I've seen and done my share.

Now all I want is

to sit here a while,

fade into a beautiful sleep

and never wake up.

Become one with

the loamy ground.

My body made into something

useful for a change.

- Now you come, Mr. Wolcott.

- No, Antonio. Thank you.

I shall not come.

Please.

- Please Mr. Wolcott,

come with us.

- No, Antonio, I won't.

- Please, Mr. Walcott.

- Antonio, please,

just leave me.

I'll be fine.

- Do it for me.

- Antonio, look,

please leave me.

You have to come with us.

- Goodbye!

- It's okay.

It's okay, Antonio.

Antonio.

We'll send someone for him right

as soon as we can get help.

- My friend.

(whispering)

(whispering in French)

(laughing)

(speaking French)

(speaking Foreign language)

- Look!

- Oh!

We're here.

- Where's the ferry?

- It must be on the other side.

- And how do we get it back?

- Someone has to bring it back

from the other side.

- But we're all here

on this side.

- One should be reminded

of the parable

of the scorpion and the frog.

- Shhh, Sylvain.

- The scorpion, he is--

- Sylvain, save your strength.

- ...among other things,

a wayfarer.

- Antonio. Can you take

him to a safe place?

Thank you.

- Deadly aggression...

- Sorry.

I disguise you. To keep safe.

(groans)

Wait.

- Uh, who is the best swimmer?

- I'll go.

- Maxime, are you sure?

Should someone go with you?

- I only can go backwards.

- I can swim.

- Yeah, well, you might not

have to do too much swimming.

It's not deep.

You just have to grab

onto the guide rope,

you have to hold on

to it anyway,

follow it, because we don't want

you getting lost in the fog.

Right.

Now be careful of your footing

because the bottom is going

to be extremely mucky.

It's...

Yeah.

- It's not deep.

- Chilly!

- Grab behind me, Tatsuro.

(grunting)

- How far, Hilda?

- About... 200 metres.

- Give us an hour.

If we're not back by then,

you must find another way!

(orchestral music)

- Look!

Anyone order a ferry?

- Hah! You are like

our "ferry" godmother!

- You okay? Did you see

anything on the other side?

- No, the fog is thick there

too. But there's a road.

I left Tatsuro there, he's

going to try to find some help.

Meet us at the dock.

How's Sylvain?

- Not good. He's...

He's been quiet,

but he's still breathing.

- So obviously you can see

the ferry can't take

us all at once.

We should be able

to make it in two trips.

Someone should

take Sylvain first.

(sighs)

(phone dings)

- Who is it?

What does it say?

- Maxime, what is it?

- It says, "help."

- What?

- I can't recognize the number.

- Respond, respond!

- I'll find mine.

- I still have no phone.

- "Who are you?

Where are you?"

(phone dings)

"My name is Astrid.

I'm only seven.

I was left at the chateau

all by myself."

- We can't leave her.

- No.

- We must save her.

- Wait, wait, wait.

This could be...

- "Where are your mom

and dad... Astrid?"

- Yes. Yes! It makes sense.

Listen.

Do you remember the item 11

on the summit agenda memo?

- 11... Yes.

That was the creation of the

road map

for the coordinated

something, the...

- The sex crimes thing?

- Yes.

The preliminary road map

for a coordinated

international response

to major cyber sex crimes.

Now as part of that conference,

which, of course,

we were too busy to attend,

a group of engineers

from Lbingen

unveiled an artificial

intelligence chatbot

designed to ensnare pedophiles

via automated text message.

- You mean?

- Yes!

That could be the chat bot

messaging you.

You know,

it seems quite similar.

- But I'm not a--

- Pedophile? No.

But the bot doesn't know that.

It uses AI to select

likely targets.

And of course, people like us,

people in positions

of great power like us,

you know, world leaders

and so, we, you know...

statistics show that we are

more likely to be pedophiles.

- So we should ignore it?

What if it's a real child

who needs our help?

- No, in fact,

we should not ignore it.

- If you can convince the bot

that you are in fact

a sexual pervert,

it will automatically

alert authorities

and they will

come investigate.

- We could be rescued.

- What if it is a real child?

- This is our dilemma.

So we must flirt with the child

enough to convince the bot

that we are sexual predators,

pedophiles, specifically,

and thus alert the authorities

to our whereabouts,

but not enough that in case

it is a real child,

we irreparably traumatize it?

- Yes, exactly.

We must be very, very careful.

(phone dings)

- "My mum and dad left.

I'm all by myself."

"Stay where you are.

I will come help you."

- Perhaps something...

something a little flirtier?

For the bot.

- "You seem like

a nice little girl."

Okay, Antonio.

You should take

Sylvain across now,

Cardosa and Hilda stay here

with Celestine,

I'll head back to

the chateau for the girl

as fast as I can.

No, no, I know the chateau well,

I know the security protocols.

I should come with you.

You know,

it's not far from here.

You know.

Now we know the way.

A straight line, and we'll

be there in 10 minutes.

- Well, I would like

to come too.

Perhaps we can finish

the statement on the way.

(grunting effort)

(phone dings)

- "You seem like a nice man.

Looking forward to seeing you."

- "Looking forward."

Would a small child say that?

- I think it's the bot.

- Come now, Celestine.

(phone dings)

(speaking foreign language)

- I was worried this would

happen. Celestine!

What does this mean to her?

What has she been telling you?

- She says that this brain

is the seat of power

of a new union,

which is poised to take

its place on the world stage.

(speaking foreign language)

- Celestine says she has

figures that invalidate

the Amsterdam Treaty

and the Treaty of Lisbon.

All the old political

orders will fall,

she says, in a great inferno.

(phone dings)

Well, except, of course,

the Treaty of Maastricht,

which really cannot be

overturned so simply.

(speaking foreign language)

"Please hurry."

(speaking foreign language)

- "I will be there soon."

- Tell her that she must

speak of you to no one.

- It must be your little secret.

- Yeah.

- No!

Celestine!

No! Celestine!

(choral music)

- Please! Please! Please!

- Hello?

(speaking foreign language)

- Speak English?

- Yes, I do speak.

- Phone, phone.

- Yes, I have.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Perhaps say the number

that you want to dial

and I can dial it for you.

- Central authorities.

Japanese Embassy!

No, no, no, no, no.

Police, police, police.

Ambulance too.

We have a sick man.

French President!

Violent protestors!

Floppy bodies!

Great big brain the size

of a hatchback!

- Please, slow down.

Okay?

- Okay. Okay.

- Sylvain?

You want?

No?

- Antonio!

Antonio!

Antonio.

Edison.

Edison.

- Cardosa, did you read

what Sylvain was writing?

- Haven't really had

a chance to look at it yet.

Let's have... a look.

- What is it?

- It appears to be...

a proposal for a monument

of some sort,

a tentative proposal

for the establishment of what

will be when it is completed

Western Europe's

largest sundial.

- A sundial. That's it?

- Yeah.

There's a lot of speculation

about possible locations,

groundskeeping concerns,

materials,

a list of artists

that might be commissioned,

and a long explanation

of how sundials work.

(phone dings)

- "Where are you?"

"We are coming."

(distant animal sound)

(screams)

(groaning)

- What do we do?

Where are we going?

Maxime, what are you doing?

- Excuse me.

I understand you're... upset.

Our presence here

has disturbed you somehow.

Maybe you think of this

as your land.

It's your ancestral home,

after all.

The... The traditional

home of your peoples.

And that's quite understandable.

And we have disturbed your rest

and somehow upset the balance

of your sacred energies...

for which affront

there can be no excuse.

So that's why we come to you now

and offer our profound apologies

for the hurt

and offense we have--

Run!

"I am outside.

Where are you?"

- Crap!

- Come, come, come!

Try zero-zero-zero-zero.

Zero-zero-zero-zero!

(buzzes)

- Yes! Yes!

This way.

- Astrid!

Hello?

- Glob?

- Here you are! Finally!

I'm sorry about the mess.

I'm having computer problems.

Sorry.

- Where's Astrid?

- Astrid?

- Yeah.

Astrid is the name

of the AI system

powering the union's new

predator entrapment chatbot.

I asked Astrid

to bring you here.

I begged her in fact.

It was the only way

to contact you.

Communication has

become complicated.

- What's going on?

Where's everybody?

- Astrid sent them away.

- Why? How?

- I don't know.

She likes to work alone.

Yet she won't let me leave.

It's not healthy.

She must find me useful.

For what reason? I don't know.

Look at me!

- And why did she bring us here?

- I don't know.

Did you do sex crime?

- What? No.

I think this is a trap.

- I think we should just leave.

- No, no, it's not trap.

That's her reason.

I have my own reason

to bring you here.

- Then what is it?

What do you want?

- I have something to give you.

- "Provisional statement

on the present crisis."

You wrote this, Glob?

- No, not really.

Computer did most.

Astrid. She has that power now.

(reading inaudibly)

It says things

about the Olympics.

It says they should be held

every three years

instead of four.

- Three? Wow, good idea.

- They're here.

- Maxime!

- So, is there any help coming?

- Help? No help.

- What do you mean?

- Everything on fire. Many dead.

(breathing heavily)

- So no one is coming?

- We didn't see anyone.

- No help.

- No help.

(loud bang)

(sighs)

(coughs)

- Mr. President?

- Yes, that's me.

Yes, I'm the president.

- Hey, you feel better?

- Yes. Thank you, Tony.

Not dead yet.

(groans)

You know, I feel as if

I could be president

for another hundred years.

Bloody term limits.

- There are snacks in these

and some other goodies.

- Thank you, Hilda.

- Thank you.

- We get something

for our pains.

- In case we need it.

- What is?

- Is vitamins?

- No, Tony,

not vitamins.

Potassium cyanide.

They hand them out

at all the summits.

- When this is over,

I retire early.

Spend some time

in the mountains.

(sighs)

- I'll probably join

the private sector.

Hilda?

What will you do?

- Your notes, Antonio.

Your statement notes, please.

Cardosa.

(building orchestral music)

(birds chirp)

(clears throat)

We, the leaders

of the Group of Seven,

met in Dankerode, Germany,

from the 21st

to the 22nd of September...

at a critical juncture

for the global community

to make progress

towards an equitable world.

If there is one message

that echoes forth

from this conference,

let it be that we,

as open democracies,

adhering to the rule of law,

are driven by shared values

and bound by our commitment

to the rules-based

multilateral order

and universal human rights,

and to eliminating,

wherever possible,

the procrastination pit stops

that have interrupted

our work over the years

and also to

cultivating opportunities

for non-sexual

physical affection

and the marriages across

the respective nations

and ensuring that everyone,

regardless of whether

you're a woman

or a minority or something else,

that everyone has access

to slips for the sleep tank.

Not to mention the importance

of finding an appropriate venue

for what will be,

when it's completed,

Western Europe's

largest sundial.

(music swells)

I know you're afraid.

I'm afraid too.

The sky is on fire.

The water of the ocean

is thick and black.

And death... is all around us.

Everyone is dying.

Everyone dies.

It cannot be stopped.

But I assure you...

hand to heart...

that if we nurture the sense

of common purpose and vision,

that has characterized

the discussions

we've had over these two days,

we have an opportunity

like none we've ever had before,

to foster competition

in the digital marketplace

and meet the death of our world

and species, head on.

Our vision clear and true,

our desire steadfast;

our stride unwavering;

our courage unbounded

and our patriotic hearts aflame

with the strength of kings!

And queens!

And queens.

And with a passion

unflinching and unyielding,

we will carry

ourselves fearlessly

into the dreadful inferno

that awaits us all.

"It's better to burn out

than to fade away!"

(gurgling)

(moans)