Platform 2, The (2024)

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-One meal?

-Anything?

-Anything?

-Well...

-Asparagus.

-Lasagna.

-Pizza.

-Um...

Warm chocolate cake with coconut sugar.

Fried eggs and french fries.

-I want a raw vegan salad.

-I eat pizza every day.

Garlic shrimp, I'd say.

Could the vanilla ice cream be served

on a separate dish, please?

And I want the yolk to be solid.

-With some bulgur wheat.

-The one with the most meat.

I hate it if they touch before I eat it.

-Not broken.

-Beef, pork, and chicken.

And with turmeric.

An object...

-Anything?

-Well...

-Um...

-Hmm.

That pen.

-A razor.

-An axe?

-A dildo.

-A dagger.

Okay, I was joking.

A very beautiful painting.

Can you guarantee

that I'll have pizza every day?

I guarantee it.

I want you to know

that I'll be upset if that's not the case.

Uh...

How upset?

You know the reason why I'm here, right?

Hmm.

It says here that you tried

to set fire to your parents' house

while they were asleep.

Well, that's how upset.

Aren't you ashamed

of yourselves, you m*therf*ckers?

-Yeah, you. What are you looking at?

-21!

Hey! It's him!

The one who's hiding. The guy on 21.

He ate all the meat

on the pizza and the pork loin.

The first day,

and they're already screwing it up.

21!

-Whoa! Hey, no.

-No!

-f*cking new guys.

-How many times do we need to tell you?

That I'm only entitled to eat my dish?

Or something you swap

with someone else voluntarily, yes.

It's the Law.

You mean the Law that means

absolutely nothing to whoever ate my dish?

We'll solve it,

but you can't behave like a Barbarian

who eats whatever he likes.

No, no. The Barbarians are the guys

on 21 who ate my stuff.

I, at least, should be able

to have the right to eat something...

You have the right to let us,

the Loyalists, protect your dish. Yes?

That's what we're doing.

If this is the way you,

the Loyalists, handle everything,

then I think we're gonna have

a big problem.

It's not easy, but since

the Revolution of Solidarity began,

each month, the Pit gets fairer.

And with everyone's support,

the Law will soon reach the last level.

Don't you see that if you eat the food

that another person has ordered,

they will certainly feel... aggrieved

and legitimized to eat whatever they want?

That it will be detrimental

to other people,

which will affect many more.

And that will generate a chain disaster

that will leave those below without food.

Are you done now?

Listen to me, you dumbass,

if you eat that chicken wing,

that's what will happen.

She called me a dumbass.

Watch what this dumbass does.

Yes. That's what will happen.

Sure. That's easy for you to say.

No one has eaten any

of your f*cking croquettes, have they?

Do you want one?

Okay.

But I don't want any surprises tomorrow,

you hear me?

Fine. Just make sure you eat it

before the platform leaves.

The Administration

doesn't allow us to keep the food.

They punish us for it.

Just once, if you know what I mean.

I understand.

And why don't they punish

the m*therf*ckers

from 21 who ate my pizza?

Only eating our dishes,

it is a rule

we have established among ourselves,

not the Administration.

And remember, you're lucky you woke up

on Level 24.

But next month, it may be a lower one.

But what you have done

on your first day is very commendable.

You have respected others,

and you've kept your level tidy.

Make sure to not let the Pit

keep you down.

"Make sure to not let the Pit

keep you down."

What's your name?

Zamiatin.

Perempun.

Perempun.

Well, to be honest,

my favorite dish was

the ham croquettes

that my ex used to prepare.

But of course, that's impossible now.

Don't you miss him?

What are you looking for?

Time.

I need time to forget what I did.

44!

-44!

-44!

44!

44!

-44!

-44!

44!

44!

-44!

-44!

44! Pass it on!

-44!

-44!

Down at Level 44,

the communication chain has been cut off,

and from there down, we don't know if food

has been distributed fairly or not.

We do know from 21 on.

-Hmm?

-How many levels are there?

It's not important

how many levels there are.

The most important thing is

that food gets to them all.

Tomorrow, our comrades

from Levels 19 and 20

will go down to 21 to defend your pizza.

And the ones from Levels 42

and 43 will go down to 44,

so the people down below are able to eat.

That's how it works.

And now, you should step back.

What's the matter?

Is it also forbidden to stand here?

How did that make you feel?

When I almost k*lled

my parents?

Uh... excuse me.

One second.

According to

what it says, you tried to burn your room,

but after 30 seconds,

you thought better of it.

You burned a wastebasket,

the autobiography you were writing,

and two empty pizza boxes.

You should know, you f*ck,

that they sent me here

because they're afraid of me.

Where's my f*cking pizza?

Shut the f*ck up!

-What's going on?

-Where's my f*cking pizza?

Where's my...

What's going on?

Barbarians on 21

are still fighting up there.

I'm afraid they're going

to be punished just once.

Come on!

Who's next? You? You? Let's go!

-m*therf*cker!

-22!

Come on!

They're on the platform.

If they can't stop them on Level 22,

it will be our turn to pacify them.

And yours too.

What do you mean, our turn?

I didn't come here to fight.

Nobody said anything about fighting.

I'll forgive them

for yesterday and let it go.

Go break the bed frame

and take out the bars. Do it now!

Take it. Now!

-What do we do?

-I don't know.

Rvolution solidaire!

Move, for f*ck's sake!

No. No.

Hey, hey!

-What's happening?

-They want us to fight.

-What?

-For the food. With the guys above us.

You?

Hey. People above, you hear me?

Do you hear me? Do you hear me?

I'll give you my pizza. It doesn't matter.

It's yours, but please, don't hurt me.

Hey!

Get it out! Get it out! Hey! Hey!

La plate-forme.

The... the food.

We have to get rid of the food. Help us.

Cold, cold.

They're trying to freeze us.

Help me get rid of it.

Come on.

Help!

That's it.

That's all of it.

It's over.

Well done.

You're brave, huh?

Is he still unconscious?

Yes.

Want some pizza?

Want some pizza, you b*stard?

-Want pizza?

-Enough!

This as*h*le has caused a lot of damage.

And because of him, today nobody will eat.

But we don't do things that way.

No.

The way you guys do things is exquisite.

What?

Maybe he's not the only one responsible.

What do you think?

Yesterday, I could have eaten

any other thing.

There was plenty of food,

but you wouldn't allow it.

So it's our fault?

I'm only saying that sometimes,

if you grant some freedom...

No, no! You better shut your mouth now!

No? Of course not...

Freedom has nothing to do

with eating whatever you like.

Nothing. Okay?

She's dead.

You m*therf*ckers!

f*cking assholes! f*ck!

That was very brave.

Enough!

What do we do with him?

You'll do nothing.

I'll go down with him

until I find one of the Anointed Ones.

The Anointed Ones?

They are the people that were lucky enough

to meet the Master.

The man who laid the foundations

of the Law.

They are in charge of applying it wisely...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The Master?

Some people call him

the Messiah

or the Hidalgo.

Nobody knows if he's still alive.

Or if he ever existed.

It was a long time ago.

Before I got here.

The Master sent a message of hope.

It is said that he survived

for one full month without eating

on one of the lowest levels.

Meditating.

The next month, he woke up on a level...

a level that the food had never reached.

He cut the flesh from his own thigh...

and he fed all of the needy.

His Anointed Ones.

And since then, month after month,

they have spread his message of solidarity

throughout the Pit.

Defending a fair distribution of the food.

It's something

that we all can achieve together.

And if heads have to roll, then so be it.

Whatever you say, Robespierre.

But I haven't eaten in two days.

And I want my pizza!

Are you sure about that, Robespierre?

Don't you think your master

will be thrilled

if you cut her into pieces

and shared them out among the needy?

She is already cooked.

No.

Cannibalism is forbidden by the Law

since the Master

showed us the way with his sacrifice.

Every day, you come up

with a new rule, Robespierre.

Look.

These dishes belonged

to the ones who died yesterday.

-I have to throw them away.

-Throw them away?

The Law doesn't allow us

more than one.

Yeah, but why?

The arbitrary distribution

of the leftovers

grants a privilege to a small few.

And nobody respects a law

that allows inequality.

But the distribution

doesn't have to be arbitrary.

We can still eat all of that!

Okay, so...

Mussels, torreznos, and roast lamb.

Now you are the custodians of the meals

of those who are gone above you.

Each day, you must check

that they are still intact

and get rid of this source of discord.

If you want to, you can swap,

but that means you must throw yours away.

Okay?

Believe me, this is the best thing

in the long run.

Nobody should ever benefit

from the m*rder of a comrade.

Allez.

What are they gonna do to him now?

It will be severe... but just.

Shh.

I hope to find an Anointed One

before reaching the Level 44 barrier.

There are not many left.

Respect the Law.

And also enforce it.

Do you believe all that?

It's the last day.

Show me what you can do.

I'm more of a science guy.

I'm not as stupid as I look.

I devoted my whole life

to pure mathematics.

One day, I quit.

Why's that?

This is why.

The square root of minus one.

The solution to this root is

what in mathematics

is called an imaginary number.

Imaginary.

One day, I concluded

that if we accept something

that doesn't match any physical reality

of our universe as a solution,

I could never trust mathematics again.

Or anything else.

I left my job

at the university, my investigations.

And I abandoned my family.

-You left your family because of that?

-I went back to my parents'.

Do you have kids?

What's wrong with the imaginary?

And you? Do you have kids?

The imaginary doesn't exist.

And it doesn't have a purpose.

What's your story, Perempun?

I need time to...

to forgive myself.

This month,

food has reached Level 175!

175!

-175!

-You hear that? 175.

Yes!

Come on.

-Why?

-Let's dance.

You wanna dance?

You're crazy.

Fine.

No!

Oh my God!

179,

cannelloni and sweet and sour pork.

Pizza and croquettes, here.

Down there,

they're saying they won't cooperate.

They'll eat everything that arrives.

When it arrives.

What's your dish?

I ordered a dessert. Pantxineta.

It would be nice to have dessert

for lunch some days.

Can't you see where we are?

The system is improving every month.

-We can't start doubting it.

-169!

169!

Is there any news from up there?

The chain is cut at 169.

We don't know anything.

I hope the Law

is being enforced by Robespierre's g*ng

and they are kicking a*s right now.

The Law is love.

The Law is determination.

The Law is love under determination.

Don't let fools confound you

because there is love in the Pit.

They feel alone and helpless, but the Law...

The Law is for everyone.

Last month, he spent 25 days

without eating. On 169.

f*cking moron.

My cellmate is new.

There's lots of new people up there.

And below.

That means a lot of people

died last month.

We were also new here,

and we learned how to respect the Law.

We learned how to respect the Law

on Level 24.

We have all been chosen.

We will all be raised on high.

And regrets are nothing but shadows

that pass and go away.

And sorrow is not in us.

Strength and love are in us.

Look. Look at the light

that the Master radiates upon us.

Even if our home

is destroyed by fire and sword,

his invisible house will stand.

His invisible house will stand firm.

And you, even you do not yet know

his full meaning.

He's at the center of everything.

He's the magician!

He is life.

And he gives life.

He is the flame that burns...

In the heart

of all mankind

and at the core of all stars.

Look. Look at the light that the Master

radiates upon us.

If determination stops when shouting why,

and then determination stops,

and it is not done.

The idiot sees the Law

but does not understand it.

-He is the flame that burns.

-Would you f*cking stop?

It's the sign!

It's the Anointed Ones

freeing the Pit of the Barbarians.

There's no more fear.

Instead of murdering everybody,

why don't they come down

and protect our food?

And leave the ones

who don't respect the Law above?

That would be suicide for the rest!

The Law is power, severity, and order.

He who is upright shall remain upright!

He who is filthy shall remain filthy!

Shut up, as*h*le!

Where'd it come from?

A long way up.

We'll still have to wait a few more days.

We have to seek

and destroy the traitors.

Their death will be beautiful.

Their death will seal

our true and only love.

Do good here,

and you'll be rewarded forevermore.

Do good here,

and you'll be rewarded forevermore.

I have good news.

There's only the blockage on 169 and 168.

Those Barbarians are trying

to sabotage the communication,

but the Anointed One who leads

the liberation wants us to be strong.

Listen to me.

He's asking us to identify

the crippled man

and the cross-eyed woman

who gorged themselves on 176.

And the giant man who assaulted

his male cellmate on 98.

What was that about 24?

The fat guy on 24!

He stole food from his fallen brothers!

A fat man, while he was on level 24,

ate from the dishes of his dead comrades.

What a m*therf*cker.

What level were you on?

On 46.

And you?

-Fine.

Fine.

Don't worry.

Nobody knows we were on 24.

They saw us.

When the food gets here,

we can only eat our dishes.

Or the ones we can exchange.

And I ordered pizza.

I ordered croquettes.

Maybe I'll die if I don't eat enough.

The day they get here,

we'll have to behave.

But after, we'll do whatever it takes.

We'll be punished.

No, you're not here

because they're afraid of you.

You dropped out of school at 16.

All your business ventures failed.

Your wife and kids kicked you out.

And your parents

are getting sick of you too.

You were offered a place

because they think you need

some... discipline.

Discipline?

Discipline for what?

Discipline

to stop you making those pathetic

calls for attention.

-What are you doing?

-I've made a lot of mistakes.

They are good kids.

Not very clever.

They take after their mother.

I don't harbor resentment.

What do you mean?

I ate what wasn't mine.

Stay away.

I shouldn't have eaten.

Stay away.

Stay away! Discipline!

I don't want to drag you down with me.

You don't deserve

to be punished for helping me.

Go and see my kids

when you get out of here.

Tell them I've always loved them.

Tell them that, at least, my end...

wasn't a lie.

I'd like to think

he didn't suffer.

That he died quickly.

Hello.

It looks like everything's good up there.

They haven't identified any Barbarian.

We have paella and egg fried rice.

Croquettes.

Raw vegan salad,

entrecte steak with pepper sauce.

Down to 71, everyone is a Loyalist

or a newcomer.

Let's see how they behave.

We've been lucky.

51's a good level.

Once a day,

a platform with food will go down.

We'll have a few minutes

to eat the dish we've chosen.

What did you choose?

Hey. Hey!

-What did you choose?

-Just plums.

You'll only be able to eat that

unless you arrange an exchange.

Is that your object?

My pillow.

I can't sleep without it.

Some of the newcomers

wouldn't respect the rules.

It looks like there are two obstacles.

One on 46 and another one higher up.

But there is an Anointed One above,

and he won't take long to pacify them.

You'll eat tomorrow.

Barbarian! Barbarian! Barbarian!

There's a barbarian on 54!

54!

-Barbarian on 54!

-There's a Barbarian on 54!

He was pretending to be one of us,

but they recognized him,

and he attacked his new cellmate.

-The one from 2! He was on 2!

-That one! From 2!

He was on Level 2 last month,

and the people from 1 couldn't stop him.

They said he ate like a pig,

the m*therf*cker!

-Every day, until he threw up.

-Tomorrow we'll go down to pacify him!

-And that's it.

-I'll go down with you.

There's no need.

We can't let that son of a b*tch escape.

He won't escape, but the rules are clear.

First, the four people

from the levels immediately above.

My cellmate died

because of assholes

like that one down there

who stuffed himself on Level 2 last month.

If the Law isn't respected, people die.

The higher up you are,

the more responsibility.

Do you understand?

I understand your anger.

It's people like that

who f*ck everything up.

f*ck you!

Yes! Yes! It's Dagin Babi!

The Anointed One is Dagin Babi! Hey!

It's Dagin Babi.

The Anointed One is Dagin Babi.

We're saved.

He will take no prisoners.

-Babi! Babi! Babi!

-He has come!

Babi! Babi!

Babi! Babi!

We can't let that as*h*le escape.

-What the hell are you doing?

-Justice.

What the f*ck?

No, you two can't be down here.

-Better six than four.

-That's against the Law.

And you're endangering

the communication chain.

The communication chain can be maintained

perfectly well with three empty levels.

-But it's our turn.

-No. We're not getting off.

You can choose.

Risk your lives with us or stay

and don't break the f*cking chain.

You can go down with them.

I'll preserve the chain.

Shut it, m*therf*ckers!

I'll f*ck you up!

m*therf*ckers! You're useless. Shut up!

We need more people to finish that pig.

Orders from above.

Shut up, son of a b*tch.

Shut up, or I'll f*cking k*ll you!

Don't come down!

What do you want?

What do you want? I'll k*ll you!

Okay.

I'll k*ll you all, m*therf*ckers!

Come down, I dare you!

Girls, I don't want any trouble.

I'll stop.

No!

No!

m*therf*cker!

Hold on. Wait. Hold on.

Wait, wait.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Let me keep going.

I've been stuck here

over a year and a half.

Please.

I needed what I ate to recover.

Please, please, please.

I'm just trying to survive

in here, like everyone else.

No!

No. No!

-No! No!

-We have to keep going down!

He won't get far.

It's not about him.

It's not about him.

-No?

-It's not about him.

It's not your first month in the Pit,

is it?

I've been here for six months.

On my first day,

my cellmate,

Kekasih,

she explained...

...the Law, and...

and I understood it.

It's an unfair law.

Because it just protects

the meal we enter the Pit with,

but...

I believed it was a good start.

We always respected the Law.

We only ate our portions

and took part in pacifications

when it was necessary.

But one day...

...we found a young man.

Malnourished, almost dead.

We took the dish of a dead person

and gave him more food

than he was entitled to.

And a few days later...

an Anointed One came.

Dagin Babi.

Dagin Babi is the strictest Anointed One.

He gets stricter every month.

Much more.

He decided to give out

an exemplary punishment.

For breaking the Law.

Kekasih resisted, and...

...she gouged out his eyes.

Dagin Babi ordered

that she be tied naked to the platform

and sent her defenseless

to the lower levels.

They forced me to watch

as a few levels down, they ate her alive.

We will never be safe inside of the Pit.

Never.

Not all Anointed Ones are the same.

Last month,

one of them arrived in time to save

a lot of people from starving to death.

How do you think he opened

the way to your level?

We just have to keep on helping.

Being fairer.

We have to hold on

until we can get out of here.

Haven't you noticed?

No one... gets out of here.

No one here will survive.

But there's something

we can do.

Escape.

Escape during the interval.

The what?

At the end of every month,

well, to reset the Pit,

they... the gas they're using

is a variant of sevoflurane.

We have to do it in that moment.

But... what's going to stop us

from sleeping?

Every month, I search for it.

So far I haven't been lucky.

But we'll only have one opportunity

if we find it.

To do that... we have to keep going down.

What are we looking for?

No. No, no, no!

That's Dagin's signature.

It's now or never.

Dagin Babi and his people

must be coming down on the platform,

but there was a blockage at 46.

They'll have to stop there

to apply their Law.

It's our chance. We have to go down today.

-That plan of yours is crazy.

-Enjoy the ride!

-What if it doesn't work?

-I don't know if it'll work.

But I know what will happen

if Dagin Babi reaches us.

Yeah! That's what you get!

Shouldn't we take him with us?

Got what he deserved.

Get off.

I've been told extraordinary things

about you.

Yes. About your determination

to take part in a pacification,

even though it didn't concern you.

As a reward, today you'll be able to drink

as much wine as you want

while eating your dishes.

Come on. Don't be shy.

Eating is not just a right.

It's a duty.

We need strong men

and women to defend the Law.

Enjoy.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go!

-Let me go!

-What is this?

Get off me!

Please.

We must obey the Law.

And be sure to enforce it.

Always.

Without exception.

You know the Rule of the Next Four, right?

Yes, of course you know it.

If you know it, then tell me.

Why the f*ck did you let them

take part in the pacification?

I tried to stop them. They didn't let me!

Pardon?

I...

I... I told them that it wasn't right.

But you did nothing to stop them.

No, but I stood my ground, so the chain

of communication wasn't lost at any time.

Sure. Even a blind man can see

how brave you are for doing so.

I have an idea.

Today's impossible,

but tomorrow you can drink

all the wine you want too, all right?

All the wine

to wash down your last dinner.

After that, you'll be ex*cuted

for the double dereliction of your duties.

But...

What do you mean, double dereliction?

-I...

-Yes, double dereliction.

First, you didn't go down when you had to.

And second, you let them do it.

You also let them go down.

So you will lose an arm.

And her?

Tell me why only me and not her!

Didn't you tell me she was fooled by you?

She didn't know she was breaking the Law.

But, um, having more people

seemed right to me.

One does not interpret the Law!

One obeys it!

The exception of the righteous

is the excuse of the disloyal.

You committed an offense.

You'll lose an arm.

You can't punish those who obey the Law!

No. No, no, no, no. You're wrong.

He who breaches the Law

does not defend it.

Furthermore, he who acts like that

will sooner or later interpret the Law

according to his own interests.

Listen to me.

Many people have died

or lost a lot to arrive at this day.

I lost my eyes.

And your friend should know

what it's like to lose something.

Though it appears you...

you haven't learned your lesson.

Yes.

You have committed your second offense.

And now you deserve

the same fate as your dead friend.

No! m*therf*cker!

None of this is arbitrary.

Absolutely nothing.

We k*ll to build a future

where no one will k*ll anymore.

There are Barbarians down there.

And only fear subdues beasts.

And terror... is the message.

If you let her live,

she'll escape.

Speak, son.

They have a plan.

Tell me about it.

I heard their talk

about stuff that's important.

They thought I was sleeping.

But I wasn't.

Because I know being awake

is the best way to learn things.

And she talked about the place

where this world

is created again and again.

And she told her that if they ate a dog,

they could wake up

from the dream and escape.

And they wanted to kidnap me,

but I don't eat dog.

Shh!

Calm down, son. Hmm?

Nobody will eat any dog.

Is this your first month in the Pit?

Good morning, neighbors.

Another month in the Pit.

Here we have red sea bream and caviar,

but we don't swap it for nothing, okay?

-Let's see what these beggars have.

-Don't talk to the people above us.

We're at Level f*cking 73.

Where's my food? I'm hungry.

Stupid f*ck' Loyalists.

-sh*t.

-Who are you? Identify yourself.

-Identify yourself.

-Where were you last month?

Don't talk with the ones below either.

Talking... is draining.

I followed the Law!

A month ago, at 203,

nobody was there to help.

-Nobody.

-What object did you choose?

I brought it

to cut the bread into slices.

At home, I buy it sliced.

But here, hmm... I don't know.

Can I hold it?

There's something we can do.

Escape during the interval.

But what's going

to stop us from sleeping?

Every month, I search for it.

We have to keep going down.

We have to find the drowning dog.

-Oh my God, look at this guy.

-Hey, what the hell are you doing?

-You gotta respect the Law. He won't stop!

-Hey, we gotta respect the Law!

Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?

You can't step on the food, you animal!

Don't f*cking look at me like that.

I'm gonna go down there and kick your a*s.

-You can't step on the food!

-You better come with me.

-Pigs. Get down from there!

-You gotta respect the Law.

Is she deaf? She must be deaf.

This girl's deaf.

She doesn't understand what I'm saying.

Get down.

-Get down!

-Coming?

Obviously.

Let's go.

You won't get anywhere alone.

If you want to face the Loyalists,

you'll have to act like them.

In a group.

-Get down and obey the Law.

-Calm down.

I will defend the Law with my life.

-Are you sure?

-Listen.

No one should restrict our freedom.

No one. We're old enough to not have

anyone tell us what to do.

This lamb is f*cking delicious.

Barbarians are comin' down.

They're f*ck' Barbarians.

They're Barbarians.

f*ck' Barbarians!

If you want to survive the punishment

and t*rture, get on.

Tomorrow the Anointed One

will come down.

All Loyalists will assemble,

and we'll come down to slaughter you.

One by one. That's right.

Do you hear me?!

We should neutralize the other one.

We'll k*ll all of you.

You are gonna regret this.

We don't do things that way.

f*cking Barbarians!

We were born free.

These Loyalists hate freedom.

That's why they hate us.

Because we're free.

And we'll always be free.

They can't stop us from doing

whatever we want.

This is full of food.

Why can't we eat whatever we want?

We have been dreaming of freedom

all our lives.

Get on, comrade! Look what we've done.

We've been here

longer than them, and we have more rights.

For our freedom!

-Stop it.

-Eat it.

Eat it! Good, right?

Are you stupid? Get on!

-Freedom is up there!

-Get on here now!

Nobody can force me to get on anything!

They want us repressed.

Crushed.

This is our moment.

For freedom. For freedom! For freedom!

For freedom!

That's it. We're staying here.

There's enough of us.

Free men and women...

...we'll stay here.

He painted it on a wall in his house.

Later on, they transferred it

to this canvas.

Isn't it amazing?

It's the original.

I'm so pleased

that we're all finally doing something

about these awful sectarians

and all their strict laws.

But we must rally together and organize.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to welcome you

to my humble abode.

Your humble pile of sh*t.

Hey, she's a comrade.

-I think this area right here will be...

-Shut up, you old b*tch.

Mind your manners.

You wanna talk

about manners? Seriously?

Today, we have the pleasure

Of tasting the most exquisite foods

And wines

The crme de la crme

Lands at our table

Cooked to perfection

Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy

A nice coffee

Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy

A nice coffee

And we make love

What the f*ck? Hey, get up.

-Okay.

-Get up!

m*therf*ckers!

-They're coming down!

-Come on!

Everyone get ready!

Get ready!

Hold on!

-f*ck.

-What's going on?

-Day three.

-There he is, son of a b*tch.

You won't eat anything

for the rest of the month.

Every day, the platform will go down, yes.

But it will be empty. Without food.

And once you're all hungry and exhausted,

that's when we'll go down and k*ll

every one of you cursed nonbelievers.

-m*therf*cker!

-Come down here and say that!

And those b*stards down there,

are you also gonna sentence them to death?

No... there are plenty of sons of b*tches

like you down there.

Yeah. What are you gonna do about them?

Are you gonna sentence them to death too?

Yes. It's a terrible price, true.

But defending the Law is worth that price.

Listen carefully.

If you surrender,

only the warlords of this absurd rebellion

will be tortured.

-The only warlord I can see here is you.

-Comrades! Comrades!

Comrades, listen.

-He's offering us a solution!

-And a reasonable one.

Shut your mouth, you old m*therf*cker.

I'll f*cking k*ll you, you son of a b*tch!

Get back up here, assholes!

Where the f*ck are you going? Get back!

The blind man is just bluffing, all right?

-He won't sentence his people to death.

-What if you're wrong? Huh?

What are we gonna eat?

What do we do?

I've got an idea.

What if we go down and eat his people?

You hear that, you blind m*therf*cker?

We'll go down there,

and we're gonna eat your people!

After years of hard work,

my big night came at last.

It was my fourth exhibition.

I shared it

with some influential artists.

I participated with a series of sculptures

that represented animal brutality.

My boyfriend came to see me.

And he brought his son with him

so I could finally meet him.

And, well...

...it's impossible for kids to stay still.

At least, not him.

One of my pieces

was a beastly dog.

Cruel,

atrocious.

His claws were sharp blades

that faced the viewer.

You can't go on

like this.

If you don't eat, you'll die.

They warned me

it would be dangerous.

But to me, that risk and that boldness,

was what made it really special.

I refused to let them establish

a safety perimeter.

The kid wouldn't stop running.

Until he stumbled.

One of the claws...

One of the blades...

went through his eye.

I'd like to think he didn't suffer.

That he died quickly.

The lawyers did a good job.

The judge saw it as an accident.

The insurance company paid.

And I became one of the most valued

artists of my generation.

All the pieces of animal brutality

were sold for millions.

Especially the dog.

Barbarians!

Go for the ankles!

Go for the ankles!

Let the revolution begin!

-Here it comes!

-Be ready!

Now or never!

Barbarians, right now!

k*ll them! k*ll them all!

The painting.

Why is it so important?

You.

Finish what you started. Come on.

You're defenseless, and I have a knife.

But I think I have a better idea.

I could heal your wounds

and feed you for the rest of your days

with your own flesh.

I would slice it carefully

so you could go on living.

That way, you'd be worthy of your master.

But I won't do it.

I won't use my imagination

to t*rture anyone.

You don't need to.

You have already condemned us all.

They told me

the dog was dangerous.

But I still went ahead anyway.

If I could turn back time...

To save him.

But it's not possible.

What are you looking for here?

Time.

I need time to forgive myself.

I need to escape.

To forget what I did.

I'm going.

-Are you staying, or are you coming too?

-No.

This was the best month of my life.

We're all prisoners

of ourselves.

And from that,

there's no possible escape.

When we smell the gas...

That's the moment.

But what's gonna stop us

from sleeping?

If everything goes well,

they'll think we're dead.

But we'll wake up.

We'll let them take us out from the top,

with the corpses, and then...

...we'll have to improvise.

-What if it doesn't go well?

-Maybe we'll die.

I need to escape.

If I could turn back time.

I need to escape.

If I could turn back time... to save him.

I need to escape.

I need to.

I need to. I need to. I need to.

Save him. Save him.

Only they can go up.

I won't abandon him.

Your journey is over, but he

will have another chance.

"We'll leave together,

and together, we'll go on a pilgrimage."

"We'll share the same fortune

and the same luck."

Your journey is over, my snail.

She's the message.

She's the message.

You.

What are you doing here?