The nights are strangely quiet here, you don't hear a sound.
And the lights...
not a single light shines at night. Just the stars.
This silence and darkness, it all seems unnatural.
I was driving by and thought... - Yes.
No need to explain. You came, that's enough.
Just look at this view.
Our outlook changes completely merely by...
being higher up than we are used to.
Well, yeah, there are no trees in the way.
But it's not about the trees.
It's something else.
You know...
I'm terribly depressed.
I don't see a single ray of hope.
I don't know if it's something in me or something else, but...
it's been long since I've felt the presence of God.
I'm only telling you this, because I'm sure...
that you came here looking for some kind of help.
But I...
I just don't have anything to offer you.
What about goodness?
What about it?
What to make of it?
Do you really think that you need to somehow justify...
its existence to yourself?
What about paradise... and all of this?
You mean a reward for living a righteous life?
I don't know.
I don't know anymore if this is all life has to offer...
or is there something else.
Or will there be something else...
some kind of punishment or... - Rather a reward.
Yes. - You know what?
You have the soul of a common merchant and that's all you are.
Everything has to add up in accounting...
even your good intentions have to be paid for by someone.
Alright.
Maybe you're right.
But in the end, what does truly depend on me?
Nothing.
I believe in individual accountability.
Maybe we just don't understand each other.
What more could you ask from a factory director? - What...
Hey...
I didn't tell you my occupation.
Who are you?
Run along now, Saint Tony.
Run, you little insect.
Perhaps you will still manage to save your immortal soul.
But first, think about this...
The trees are not trees and the houses are not houses.
Where were you last night?
What is that animal in our living room?
It's a dog.
And that explains it?
You can't leave the child alone so late.
That animal will not stay in my house.
Where were you?
Where were YOU?
Should we use the vertical or the diagonal ones?
Diagonal what?
We came to build the fence.
What fence? - What fence!
I've not ordered a fence.
But we are here, aren't we?
Or are you trying to suggest that we are not here?
No, I'm not.
Maybe you're trying to suggest that we do not exist?
That this van does not exist either.
I'm not trying to suggest anything.
Maybe the earth and the sky does not exist either?
What has this to do with anything? - Everything has to do with everything!
There must be some kind of misunderstanding.
Looks like he doesn't want the fence. - Does not want the fence?
No, I don't.
I see.
You...
You think that guys like us aren't human beings.
I'll find your father some other job.
You're like everybody else.
What do you want me to do? Say it... and I will do it.
I will help you.
It is you who needs help.
"Unbound sorrow smiles."
William Blake
DAS GOLDENE ZEITALTER (The Golden Age)
The night is brief yet dark.
Welcome, my dear friends! I am Count Dionysos Korzybski...
but tonight I am called...
Mister Twelve!
And so, without further ado...
allow me to present a man...
who has moved through countless worlds...
whose blood binds together seven continents...
and who, himself, is 7 thousand years old!
Das Goldene Zeitalter is proud to present...
the connoisseur of all great secrets...
terrestrial and subterranean...
the master of mysteries...
Herr Meister!
Dark is the night...
my children, my flesh...
the day has once again turned its gaze away from us.
But we...
who have never indulged in hope...
we, who were born against our will...
innocent original sinners...
bent crooked by anger right from the womb.
Mediocre perhaps in the soul...
but strong in contempt.
We do not fear the dark...
for we have always known...
it is darkness itself that spat us here!
Come now, the times of the corpse...
the times of the blade and of murder...
the times of shameless lust.
Fish die in the ocean...
man on the street.
The collapsing zodiac has come.
Behold, my children!
I'll take you away from here.
You won't have to work here anymore. You don't have to work at all.
You're so nice...
but such an idiot.
Nadezhda!
Leave her alone, you fucking pervert!
What do you want?
I can't understand what you want.
Just give her to me and we'll go away.
Far away.
He still doesn't get it.
Get what?
Who are you?
We are the last people.
We are the one to finish the job.
Just give her to me and we'll go away.
How tired I am of this... goodness of the little shopkeepers.
Charity measured by picket fences, chivalry by little lust.
I would rather destroy what is mine than give it away.
Dear Count, a demonstration, please!
Why did you come? They will kill us now!
I love you.
Nadezhda...
show the young man your choice.
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