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a Film by Baltasar Kormakur
ICELAND GENETIC RESEARCH INC Headquarters
Orn! I'll get fired if you don't get out of here.
Hold on. Just give me a minute.
Sorry I was applying to the data protection committee.
Now?
Yes.
I think you'd be more useful being here with her
and let the doctors get on with their jobs.
What are the doctors doing?
See you tomorrow.
I'll come in early tomorrow morning.
Goodbye, Kola darling.
Try to get some rest.
Daddy, where's Mummy?
She's gone home.
For Christmas?
No. We're saving Christmas until you get back.
When will that be?
Try to sleep, darling.
But I can't close my eyes.
Shall I sing a lullaby for you?
Yes.
Sleep my lovely little one.
Where are you?
What are you doing?
What have you done!
The chief asked for you to handle the case.
- Isn't he off work sick? - No, not today.
It's in Northmarsh.
Just round the corner?
Sigurdur Oli's already there. He's watching out that
they don't touch anything.
They'd do better to watch out for Sigurdur Oli.
- Who found the body? - Some boys in the neighbourhood.
What a shitty smell.
A typical Icelandic murder. Messy and pointless.
And with no attempt to conceal the evidence.
How long has he been lying here?
About two days, I would say.
Smells more like two months.
Holberg.
An unusual name.
Excuse me.
Can I have a word?
It's about the murder in the basement.
I didn't know the man at all.
Regarding Holberg,
I only spoke to him a couple of times.
About the bloody stink in the basement.
Has it been like that for long?
It was worse in the summer.
The house is built on a marsh.
Did you notice any visitors recently?
No, he kept to himself.
I saw a shady-looking character here the other day.
- Can you describe him? - No. I was drunk!.
Must go I have a plane to fly! Where are you off to?
- Ever been to Stockholm? - No.
Awful place!
Aude!
Good Lord.
Bring peace to the dead, comfort to those who live.
Good morning. Or maybe not so good!
Erlendur!
I think it's shot on a Holga, an old Russian camera.
Aude was only four when she died.
Has my daughter called?
No.
Holberg lived in Keflavik, born in 1937.
He was a truck driver for the past few years.
What about his family?
No family. He had a sister who died young.
- How old? - Six.
His flat looked like he was just a lonely old fart.
Destined to live alone.
What?
Anything from the pathologist or forensics?
No, not yet.
Did Holberg have any children?
Not according to the report.
Don't you find it abnormal, photographing a headstone?
There's nothing normal about losing a child.
Dad!
- Hello Eva. - Hi Dad.
I haven't got any money.
Two hundred! That's not much. Give me two hundred.
Are you ill?
Eva. What's wrong?
Give me the money and I'll tell you.
- Did something happen? - OK, one hundred?
Don't tell me you're pregnant.
How?
What do you mean, how? Do you want the details?
I can't talk to you in this state.
I don't know what happened. It just did.
- Where are you living now? - I'm between apartments.
- Do you want to go clean? - I can't.
Now, I've told you everything. You owe me two hundred.
- Give me the money. - To get your baby drugged?
How can you call this a baby? It isn't a fucking baby yet.
Who's the father?
The idea for the database is to gather genetic data
on the entire population of Iceland and use the findings to create
new medical cures, to relieve suffering and prevent diseases.
But is it ethical to use personal information this way?
That's a difficult question, but in many ways I think that
if there is any justification for using personal information,
it must be to ease and treat diseases.
Data on genetic diseases isn't necessarily personal.
It is information on diseases that have been passed on
between generations. It's a social problem.
A letter just came from the data protection committee.
Thanks.
I'm positive there is no trace of it on my side of the family.
No one's even heard of this disease.
- What does your wife say? - She doesn't think it matters.
Says it won't bring our daughter back.
Talk to your mother.
She refuses to discuss it.
I'm off to the harbour.
I'm worried about your father.
It's as if he can't face his retirement.
He's restless around the house
and hangs around at the harbour day in, day out.
I wonder if he ever felt at ease at home.
Aude, Kolbrun's daughter.
This is the only Aude who died aged four in 1974.
It says here the cause of death was a malignant brain tumor.
I looked up the mother. Her name was Kolbrun.
She committed suicide.
What about the father?
I couldn't find anything about the father.
In such cases that generally means incest, rape
or a foreigner.
The only living relative is Elin, Aude's aunt.
Elin! Can you find her address?
Was there any friction between him and the other workers here?
I don't think so. He kept to himself.
Did Holberg ever talk about his family?
I don't think he had one.
You have to be joking!
Is that a goat?
No, it's a sheep.
Elin? My name's Erlendur. I called you this morning.
Would you please come to the door.
I need to talk to you about your sister, Kolbrun.
I don't want anything to do with the police
after what you did to her.
What did we do to her?
Leave me alone.
Aude, Kolbrun's daughter.
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Leave her alone!
Where did you get that photo?
From Holberg's basement. Did you know him?
- I hope he rots in hell. - It looks like he will.
Is Holberg Aude's father?
Ask Runar.
- Runar? - That sleazy cop.
Sergeant Runar Gislason?
Do you know that scum?
He was the local policeman. Lived here the last I knew.
What did we do to her?
Ask Sergeant Runar, if he's still alive That piece of filth!
Sergeant Runar! How come Elin won't talk to me?
How the hell should I know?
I'm investigating the murder of a man called Holberg.
What the hell has that to do with me?
Fuck off or I'll call the police.
I am the police. Perhaps you've forgotten that too?
Tell me about Kolbrun, Elin's sister.
What did we do to her?
She was a whore. Accused the man of rape.
It was no fucking rape.
They said she was hitting on all of them.
- All of them? - Yes, the whole trio!
- The trio? - Yes.
- What men are you talking about? - You know.
So you just sent her back home?
I was simply showing her what to expect if she pressed charges.
Is that what the police should be doing?
She'd have been laughed right out of court.
They should have fired you years ago, you lousy piece of shit.
The Sergeant told her to forget about it
then hid the blood stained panties. The only evidence.
Did Holberg know that he was Aude's father?
He flatly denied it. His mates testified against Kolbrun.
- What mates? - Gretar and Ellidi.
Scumbags from Keflavik.
Ellidi?
They told everyone she was a whore.
Said she sold herself to the Americans at the base.
And that she wasn't too good for an Icelander.
Kolbrun didn't leave the house for months.
Then she committed suicide.
- Do you have children? - Yes.
There's nothing as terrible as losing a child.
- Hi. - Hello.
The usual?
Yeah. I'll have a sheep head.
- Enjoy. - Thanks.
Eva!
Preserve my life from fear.
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer.
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked.
From the insurrection of the workers of iniquity.
Who bend their bows to shoot bitter words.
That they may shoot in secret at the perfect.
They search out iniquities.
They encourage themselves in an evil matter.
They commune of laying snares privily.
I've made a decision.
I'm going to make you a grandfather.
Grandpa Erlendur!
Thanks.
Can I stay with you
until I find myself a new place?
Can I stay?
As long as you want. You know that.
Smuggling of liquor and narcotics, insurance fraud, manslaughter.
He sank a fishing boat. Set fire to it.
Three survived. The fourth one was locked in the engine room,
and went down with the boat.
Anything there about assaulting a young man
and cutting up his face with a broken bottle?
Do you know this guy?
Ellidi is one of the most notorious maniacs in Iceland.
The trio! Drug addicts and scum fucking everywhere.
Would you mind putting out that cigarette?
You're killing me with your smoking.
You haven't stopped since we left town.
Stop whining like a sissy.
Ellidi just came out of solitary
- so I'd treat him carefully. - What was he in solitary for?
He didn't show up in time after a weekend leave.
Are you saying Ellidi was out when Holberg was murdered?
I suppose so. They brought him back here two days ago.
What's going on?
I had no information about that why weren't we told?
The yellow press has been all over us about prison conditions.
We're not giving out any unnecessary information.
Unnecessary?
This means that Ellidi is a murder suspect.
It's not my responsibility. I wasn't even on duty.
I'll be calm.
Holberg was found murdered.
Holberg was murdered last weekend.
I'm not talking to you while they're in here.
What can you tell us about your friend Holberg?
Send them out.
It's all right.
Where were you Saturday night?
- How is she doing down there? - She?
- Your cunt. - Cut it out.
How was he killed?
A blow to the head.
With a hammer?
- No, with an ashtray. - An ashtray!
What became of Gretar?
Gretar?
Your friend and Holberg's
Why are you asking about Gretar?
Gretar disappeared in the early seventies.
What should I know about it?
Holberg raped a woman a few years before Gretar disappeared.
That was no fucking rape!
Where were you last weekend?
Getting all nice and wet?
Why did you cover up for Holberg?
How are your panties sweetie? Cut the crap!
He asked her what kind of panties she was wearing.
How her husband liked fucking her.
Her husband! What husband?
What do I get out of this?
Nothing.
Except talking dirty to us.
I want smokes, a TV in my cell and a whore once a month.
His daughter for example.
They say Eva's pussy is as pink as a pig's.
Cheapest fuck in town.
What woman were you talking about?
What other woman were you talking about?
That fucking stupid moron.
Is he playing games with us?
Or does he know about another woman that Holberg raped?
Do you think it's broken?
Don't be a pussy!
Ellidi wants to talk to you.
I'll tell you what I know if you just get me out of here.
Solitary is driving me crazy. They treat me like a beast.
Who do you think you are?
Nelson Mandela?
You're the worst kind of a moron I've ever come across.
I hope they keep you locked up forever.
I'll tell you everything you want to know
if you just get me out of here.
Why did you testify against Kolbrun?
I don't know what woman you're talking about.
Who said I testified against this Kolbrun?
Sergeant Runar.
I'll kill that jerk when I get out of here.
If you don't know Kolbrun,
then what other woman were you talking about?
Will you get me out?
I'll see what I can do.
I can't remember her name, but she lived in Grindavik.
She was about the same age as Holberg.
Gretar was in on it. He took the photos.
What photos?
I've told you all I know.
- What happened to Gretar? - Ask Sergeant Runar.
Why him?
You promised to get me out of here.
And you promised your mother you'd always be a good boy.
You think he's misleading us with this other woman from Grindavik?
He's not that clever. We caught him off guard.
How on earth are you going to find this other woman?
Who said I was going to do it?
Erlendur, my friend.
My friend!?
I'm having trouble breathing.
Would you mind putting that cigarette out?
Just open the window.
Eva!
Hi!
I went out to buy carrots.
Who taught you to make meat soup?
Mom.
Once when she wasn't talking too badly about you,
she told me it was your favorite
and that you were a loser.
Have you found the killer yet?
- Ellidi sends his regards. - Ellidi?
Isn't he in prison?
The scum I deal with sometimes mention your name.
It's their way of getting at me.
Does it work?
How do you know Ellidi?
I don't know him.
Has it ever crossed your mind that they all know
that I'm your daughter? I get bugged about that too.
I'm Erlendur, a police investigator.
I'm blind, not deaf.
Oh, sorry I wanted to have a word with you
about your son Gretar.
Have you found him then?
No, but a friend of his was found murdered recently, Holberg.
I wouldn't know about that.
Really? Was he bumped off?
The last I saw of my son Gretar,
was when he came to my house in the summer of 1974.
He stole money from my purse.
Then he disappeared himself. Like he'd been stolen.
Why have you got a picture of JFK above your bed?
I always had a soft spot for him, you know.
Did you know Gretar took photographs?
Yes. He was always taking those photos.
He told me once that photos were
the mirrors of time.
But I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
No.
Do you think you'll find my boy?
I never knew what Gretar was up to.
I told him that at the time.
- Him? - Sergeant Runar.
He led the investigation of Gretar's disappearance.
Sergeant Runar Gislason?
And he seemed to be in quite a hurry to close the case.
There was something rotten in the air. -What?
It stank. The whole business stank.
Got anything vegetarian?
No guacamole bullshit here, buddy.
I'll have a latte then.
Latte! The coffee's over there.
Right!
Holberg's autopsy confirms that he died from a blow to the head
with a heavy object. It cracked his skull,
hit an artery and led to hemorrhaging of the brain.
The murderer was most likely a right-handed male.
So it wasn't a crazy old woman from Grindavik taking revenge
with an ashtray after all these years.
Hardly Kolbrun's sister, Elin.
Ellidi? Can't we just extend his sentence and close the case?
End of story!
Is that what they taught you in America?
They found a benign tumor in Holberg's brain
and skin discoloration linked to it.
Aude died from a malignant tumor? - Yes
You said that Holberg's sister also died young.
I'll try to find the cause.
We have to find out if Aude is definitely Holberg's daughter.
How?
There's only one option.
Careful now!
Body snatchers! Grave robbers!
Hold her back.
I'll never forgive you for this! Never! Mark my words!
I understand that.
But the investigation into Holberg's murder must go on.
Is that monster going to torment us beyond the grave?
Can't you see what you've done?
You're no better than Sergeant Runar, that filth of a cop.
I should never have spoken to you. Never!
What the fuck are you doing here?
Ellidi sends his regards from prison.
He told me to ask you what happened to his friend, Gretar.
I don't know.
He said he is going to kill you when he gets out
I hope he won't be too late.
This is ridiculous.
How many women are on the list?
105 women! Plus another 61 who've moved away from Grindavik.
That makes 166 oldies!
What are we supposed to do? Knock on the door and ask
all these grannies if they were raped thirty years ago?
A bit harsh, don't you think?
I don't see how we can do it differently.
Excuse me, but were you raped when you were younger?
No? Oh, sorry to bother you!
And then what? If she's kept quiet all this time
why should she want to talk about it now?
You have to play it by ear. Question of psychology.
Psychology?
Try to get invited in, sit down, have a coffee and a chat.
Just be a bit of a pussy!
- Have you ever been raped? - What?
I was asking if you've ever been raped.
Raped! Have you ever been raped?
No thank you!
What can I do for you, my dear?
I'm Sigurdur Oli, a crime police investigator from Reykjavik.
Well, isn't that something!
I'm investigating a rape.
A rape! Here in Grindavik? When? Last night?
No, back in the seventies.
I don't know how to put this, but were you raped back then?
You don't fool me that easily.
I've had it.
What? Did she recognize me?
No, she thought she was on Candid Camera.
Do come in!
She stopped giving off scent a long time ago
but her body's still in good shape.
What?
I need to get a new card.
The blow would have killed him almost instantly.
He'll have seen the tunnel, the bright light.
Didn't he just go the other way?
I can't see whether men were good or bad. But I can see
that he suffered from constipation,
which is not uncommon at his age.
This could just as easily be the heart of a saint.
Right. A constipated saint.
What about the brain tumor?
I found a small benign tumor in the brain
and skin discolorations. Especially under his arms.
What about Aude?
- Aude? - The girl we dug up.
She's supposed to have died from a brain tumor.
Have you heard the story about Albert Einstein?
What about Thomas Harvey, the pathologist?
No, I've never heard of him.
He was on duty when Einstein died. A curious chap.
He performed the autopsy.
And because it was Einstein, he couldn't resist the temptation
of opening the skull and taking a look at the brain.
But that wasn't all. He stole the brain and took it home.
Lost his job of course when the theft was discovered.
But he became a living legend.
He kept the brain on his mantelpiece.
- Is this true? - True as daylight.
Why are you telling me this?
Her brain's missing.
What?
Aude's brain.
If they took the brain to investigate the tumor,
they would not have had time to put it back before the funeral.
It had to be fixated in formaldehyde.
And where do they keep brains these days?
- Jar City. - Jar City?
If we find the brain, we'll be able to establish
more quickly the cause of Aude's death.
- Now, watch this! - Good luck.
I'm Elinborg, a police.
Are you investigating the murder?
Yes, how did you guess?
Everyone's talking about it.
My neighbour filled me in.
- Yes, we talked to her earlier. - Do come in and tell me more.
Thank you.
Is that you? - Yes, I wasn't such a bad looker.
Ever hear the name Holberg?
Yes. - Really, how?
My neighbour told me about him this morning.
Of course.
He gets a bit excited around strangers.
We're looking for a woman who knew Holberg and lived
here in Grindavik in the seventies.
It's rather a sensitive matter.
He raped her.
And how is it connected with his murder decades later?
Unfortunately I can't tell you.
Well, then I don't know how I can help you.
Sorry to have to ask you this, but have you ever been raped?
No, unfortunately.
I mean, unfortunately I can't help you there.
And you've never heard of Holberg before?.
Believe me, I'd remember if I'd been raped.
So you're looking for Jar City.
I understand you look after the remains of the organ collection.
Is this to do with Aude?
Do you know her?
What do you know about Aude?
Has it got something to do with the Northmarsh murder?
The coroner's report on Aude mentions only a brain tumor.
There are no further details.
I saw that report. It's very unprofessional.
It's a hereditary disease, neurofibromatosis.
Some people live normal lives without it ever surfacing.
They are symptom-free carriers.
But it's much more common
for the symptoms to appear at an early age
in the form of body marks and skin tumors.
Where is she?
Who?
Aude.
You mean Aude's brain.
Eva!
Is Eva in?
No, but perhaps you could tell me where she is.
- Are you trying to be funny? - No, I'm not the funny type
Shut up, you old fag. Let us in.
We know the slut is in here.
- What? - Your daughter's a fucking slut.
Get the fuck out of here.
And don't ever dare come back.
I need an ambulance to LJosheimar 14?
A young man fell down the stairs.
No, I don't have a clue about his name.
Hi.
I'm looking for Eddie.
Did you think your daughter Eva would get special treatment
- just because you're a cop? - How much does she owe you?
Two thousand.
- Can we make a deal on that? - If you like.
You'll get more next week.
I'd try to find Eva before Ellidi does.
How does Ellidi come into this?
Ellidi broke out of prison last night and he's mad at you.
Where is she?
Eva!
Dad!
Evening. Oh, sorry!
Fuck!
Anybody there?
Open up the fucking door!
Don't I have to have an abortion?
I'm so scared I may have harmed the baby.
The old girl was right. It stinks.
The area is all one fucking marshland, slowly going down.
Look! The floor's been broken up probably to repair the pipes.
Are you saying it's hollow underneath?
A perfect place to hide your nearest and dearest.
It's a Sunday, but I'll see if I can still get a crew.
If Gretar was buried here in the seventies
rotting away ever since, in his friend Holberg's shit
don't you think he'll still be here tomorrow?
- Ellidi send his regards. - What do you mean?
He's looking for you.
- Did he break out again? - Yes.
Why wasn't I informed?
Call the prison.
If they work Sundays, that is.
But I suspect Sergeant Runar's in for a little social call.
No need to wait up for me, love I'm on a stakeout.
No, in Sandgerdi!
You should have left us alone, you bastard
instead of turning Gretar against me and Holberg.
No wonder you were scared shitless
when we killed him. You didn't want
to be connected to a murder, did you?
This is Sigurdur Oli. I need back up.
I'm on a stakeout.
Just look at you.
An old dirtbag with shit halfway up your back.
Who's going to wipe your ass now
when you can't misuse the police force any more?
Well, Gretar. So that's where you've been hiding.
I think we've found our mystery woman from Grindavik.
What?
What have you discovered?
We have no secrets any more.
Did he rape you, Mother?
You have to tell me the truth.
Why do you think Ellidi and Holberg killed Gretar?
Sergeant Runar dropped Kolbrun's rape charges
but kept the evidence so he could use the trio for dirty jobs.
Gretar was the go-between. He pushed the others too hard
so they killed Gretar to get him and the Sergeant off their backs.
What kind of dirty jobs?
Maybe she can tell.
It would at least explain why the Sergeant assigned himself
the case of Gretar's disappearance. - How?
So he could close the case and avoid being connected
to a murder.
Do come in.
I recognized him right away from the photos in the papers.
Maybe I should have.
What are you trying to say?
You've been looking for the woman Holberg raped
in Grindavik.
It's me.
You call this rape?
My husband spent half our marriage at sea.
I was lonely and drank a lot at the time.
But why the photos?
I had no idea I was being photographed until Gretar
turned up and threatened to show them to my husband.
Blackmail!
Why didn't you go to the police?
Everyone knew that Sergeant Runar the head of the district police
manipulated the trio.
It was a set-up and they were being used by him.
It was made very clear to me that if I didn't pay up
I'd be denounced as a whore.
You make one mistake in life and it haunts you forever.
When was he born, your youngest son?
Did you ever consider abortion?
All the time. Until it was too late.
But the child could also have been my husband's.
Your son Orn has been researching
a girl's death in 1974
who was most likely his half-sister.
Her name was Aude.
How did he find out that Holberg was his father?
- After our little angel died, his daughter. Kola.
Orn, my son, became obsessed with...
Hold on. What did she die of?
She was only five.
The doctors said it was a genetic brain disease.
Neurofibromatosis!
Oh my God, what have I done? I killed Kola.
Holberg and I killed the little angel.
Stay away from me!
- What a bloody stench. - Get out of here.
I have every right to be here. I'm your son. Your prodigal son.
Looking for new victims?
Can I ask you a question, Dad? Dad!
Did you rape any other women aside from Mom?
I'm calling the police.
It's about time.
They could search your computer while they're here.
What do you want from me?
You haven't got a clue about what happened.
You couldn't care less.
Right?
I've never raped anyone in my life.
It's all a fucking lie.
They said I had a daughter.
Her mother, Kolbrun charged me with rape but couldn't prove it.
I was never convicted.
The disease should have died out with you.
You should have been the last carrier.
You were the last in line. Unmarried, childless. No family.
But you're a rapist. A lousy fucking rapist!
What do you mean a carrier?
Aude got the disease from you. I got the disease from you.
There hasn't been a single incident of the disease
in Iceland since Aude died, apart from my daughter, Kola.
Now we're the last two standing.
I didn't rape your mother.
She was a fucking slut.
She cheated on your father while he was at sea.
Gretar photographed her in action.
Why do you think she never told anyone?
Get out of here, you son of a whore.
Don't ever let me see you again.
- No one here. - What a mess.
- Nobody here! - Disgusting
Icelandic paternity!
I AM HIM
Does it worry you?
People always said I didn't look like either of my parents.
I've always had that feeling too. - What?
That you were a bastard.
Got your sense of humour back!
What sense of humour?
Call me if you find anything and declare him wanted.
We've been suspecting unauthorized accessing
of the genetic database.
Why didn't you notify the police?
It's a sensitive matter because of data privacy.
Personal data must only be used for research purposes
and of course we didn't suspect a link to the Northmarsh murder.
How did he do it then?
He set up an unauthorized research project.
He forged signatures.
Pretended we were researching the genetic transmission
of a brain tumor disease found in several families.
He tricked the data protection committee,
the scientific ethics committee and he tricked us here too.
The process so far has been.
Hello!
I just found a sawed-off shotgun barrel under his bed.
Shotgun?
He's hardly going to use it to kill.
Why not? - Then he would have shot Holberg.
Alert all departments that he's wanted - Sure.
So that's how Orn got hold of the names and ID numbers
of all the people with family histories of this disease?
Can you please let us in?
That's how he discovered that Holberg was his father
and Aude his half-sister.
This could be extremely embarrassing for the company.
We prefer to regard it as a personal tragedy.
You keep all these secrets
carefully categorized on computer.
Old family secrets
Tragic stories sorrow and death.
In the hope there'll be less in the future.
Is that the girl you dug up?
There was a break-in at the morgue.
Hello! Someone's broken in.
Shit!
Is there anything but dead bodies down there?
No I'll meet you there. Call the pathologist.
What's going on?
He broke the window and climbed in.
Who breaks into a morgue?
Where are Holberg and Aude's remains?
Is it linked to Holberg's murder? Could be Hurry!
In here.
You keep this door unlocked?
The girl's not here!
Her bones are gone.
Say, did you ever find her brain?
Hello!
- He's here. - What?
He's here.
Whom are you talking about?
He's outside staring through my window.
Stay inside, I'll...
BATTERY ALMOST EMPTY
Shit!
Are you all right?
He's in the cemetery.
- Who? - Orn, Aude's brother!
You have to stop him before it's too late.
I'll do my best. Go inside and lock the doors.
He saw you digging up Aude.
You shouldn't have done it.
You should have let her rest in peace.
I had no choice.
I'm sure you'll want this.
The disease...
Hand me the gun.
You know what the geneticists call us, me and Aude?
Deviations. We're called deviations.
My daughter once asked me in the hospital:
"Why do we have eyes?" "To see with" I said.
"No" she corrected me, "To cry with".
What are you if you're not yourself?
Easy now.
- Who are you then? - It'll be all right.
- I didn't plan it this way. - It'll be fine.
Now it's too late.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mad at you.
But when I see the way you live, the way you waste your life
then watch a tiny coffin come up from the ground,
nothing really makes sense anymore.
I don't know what's going on and I want to.
Beat the hell out of me?
You think you can put on armour and defend yourself against it.
That you can watch the filth around you from a distance
like it's none of your business.
But all this repulsion haunts you like an evil spirit.
In the end you even forget how ordinary people live their lives.