Schirkoa: In Lies We Trust (2024) Movie Script
1
And what exactly
are you supposed to do in this event?
Finale?
Yeah. This... finale.
What's the ask?
I guess you just... be.
Haven't I told you already?
You perform,
you gather love, share some
and mingle
with the free people of the rebellion!
The what?
You're making me nervous, 197.
Look, once I get on to that bus
you can put all your worries aside.
It's legit!
That's my biggest worry, 242.
That bus doesn't sound legit at all.
Lord O', bless us all.
What if they catch you
at the border itself?
I had to tell you something.
Uh... Never mind.
Chop chop, Mr Perfect.
Tell me already. What is it?
I think...
and it's still not confirmed,
but I think I've been nominated.
- You don't mean for the...
- Election day.
- Are you...?
- I'm not kidding. For real this time.
Election Day is what... a week away!
Am I fucking a politician now?
Mr 197A, the Council member!
Warming the bed
of a Blue District woman.
How scandalous! I love this already.
Careful! I'm gonna fall.
You're being very naughty lady!
Oh yeah? Lady now?
Sir, please get inside
the vehicle, okay?
- I am a Schirkoan!
- Sir, please.
- What's the matter with those books?
- Just come with us.
- The bookstore closed down?
- Yeah.
It seems they were distributing
those banned pamphlets.
Ah, the pamphlets!
Yeah, I saw them on the news.
Wow. They were right under our noses.
Bad for business, I tell you...
While the opposition
already has a nomination,
the Intellectuals still seem undecided
about their candidate.
With one week to go,
we can only wait and anticipate.
Who will be that lucky citizen
to get the seat at the Council?
I wonder who, I wonder who?
Schirkoa is an organism.
Not a concrete monolith
from fiction!
Lord O' has given us
the words to live by.
To be alike is the way of life.
Remember the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
If you see any suspicious person,
please inform the Warden office
immediately.
Anyone caught
taking the bag off will be prosecuted.
And they have gathered
in large numbers
to show their dissent
against the imminent war.
They allege that this war
against the Anomalies is... not real.
The students
are also complaining...
Have you ever seen an Anomaly?
No! Nobody has.
They are imaginary adversaries
to keep us in check
A cheap tactic
to hunt down the immigrants
and label them as Anomalies!
Burn the council!
Burn the council!
Why do we never hear them talk?
Enough of this nonsense!
We're marching to the Council!
Burn the Council!
Can you back off the police?
Just back off!
That was a cute little tumble.
Someday you gotta teach me
how to fall like that.
Have a good one.
- Sir, are you all right?
- I'm okay. Thank you.
Have a good day!
Hi...
Audio cassettes!
Yes, Ma'am. Audio cassettes!
- Designers bag heads!
- Designers bag heads!
- We don't have to take a hotel room.
- Where do we go then?
Come, come, come!
Come here, sugar.
I'll give you good service.
Don't be shy.
Aren't you the kinky type, my love?
Come, come, come over here!
Best service in the Blue District.
Good service.
Best service in the town.
There you are!
Come, I have to show you something.
What...?
Come!
- Wait, ...
- Come on! Don't be shy.
- Come on!
- No, no...
Just follow me.
Here, have a look.
What's all this?
The banned pamphlets for the Finale!
Kon... thaqa?
- Yes. Konthaqa.
- And?
The forbidden refugee state?
The one made by banished immigrants?
From the TV commercials?
Yes! She runs the show.
Lies?
It's her name.
- What a name!
- I know, right?
Okay.
242, I can't believe
I have to really ask you this.
You know these... Anomalies
are all myth, right?
We will both get in trouble
if anyone finds out these...
Just check out the pamphlet.
It mentions how these...
'Anomalies' have
low life expectancy anyway.
Why?
Because they are
frequently sentimental, darling.
Some say their hearts are actually...
bigger than usual.
How big?
Oh, about 3 fists, I think.
3 fists! How hot is that?!
Sorry, we didn't mean
to interrupt your momentum.
We were just leaving.
Come with me, 197.
There is still time.
Yes, there is.
Stay.
I can't live in this nightmare forever.
We won't have to wear these bags
anymore in Konthaqga.
How many times
do I have to repeat myself?
I mean, I work in the ministry!
You've got to trust me.
There is nothing
beyond those borders. It's all...
- I know. I know.
- That's the worrying part.
In Lies we trust.
Stay.
- We'll find a way.
- Yes, we have.
And the way
is that bus beyond the border.
Come with me, Senator.
- It would be a scandal.
- Oh, so you're considering?
Ah... Well! Let's see after my date
with the Intellectuals.
Oh my... I can't believe
you're actually going to hear them talk.
Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?
- Only if you stay.
- Oh... never mind then.
We might have
the official announcement
of the nominated candidate
anytime today.
The Intellectuals have chosen a new
Council member for the next term.
Now here at 6 we are staying
on top of the breaking news
as the hunt for a dangerous immigrant
stretches into day 4.
If anyone finds a suspicious girl,
please report
to the Warden's office immediately.
Warden.
Ready for the big day, kiddo?
Um... yes, sir.
We won't be wasting time
in the campaign.
You will report to the Council tomorrow.
One week should give you
a solid head start.
But shouldn't we wait for the voting?
What if I don't get elected?
I might...
Have you been mingling
with the low lives of the Blue District?
Mingling?
Warden, I...
Warden, I... I... I just gawk.
I have friends there.
Good. Gives you an edge of trust!
Talk to your friends
in those shady bars, son.
We have to catch some immigrants
before the elections.
Usually, it's them
who turn into Anomalies.
Yes... sir.
Sorry... what are they talking about?
Probably the war against Konthaqga.
You mean the Anomalies?
Whatever you call them.
They've got these weird wings
and horns coming out of their bodies.
Horrible, horrible creatures.
You see... the people these days.
You... um...
You can't please them
by ad hominem attacks anymore.
They want something much worse.
They're bloodthirsty.
So this war against these creatures...
these Anomalies, it's...
necessary.
Well, they just sound... horrible.
Don't worry. I don't think it's all true.
Much of this just pays for the party.
You'll learn, son. Till then, just clap.
It exists! See? I told you!
The land of the free!
Poor 242! You still don't get it?
They even admit it.
It's an imaginary propaganda
to keep us in check.
Well, that's what you need to do, 197.
Imagine!
I won't ask you again
to come with me...
but I will promise you one thing.
If I ever meet Lord O' in Konthaqa,
no matter how farfetched it sounds,
I will ask him to bless you.
You will?
I have to.
I hope you change your mind
and we meet again as free souls.
- Let's...
- Come away with me.
Let's get old,
smoking and drinking by this balcony.
We have everything here.
I will send you postcards.
Stop!
It's illegal.
I know.
The bag. Put it on and jump.
It's illegal to jump without it.
Excuse me?
Who's gonna face charges,
my dead body?
Hey... um...
do you think you could...
suggest a method to jump effectively?
... I just have this biggest fear
of surviving after the fall and...
That's impossible.
We're on the 78th floor.
Hey... um...
Have we met before?
You look kinda familiar...
- We have actually.
- Oh yeah?
I think you were protesting
at the Factory District last week?
Oh, yeah, I was!
Well,
I was trying to cross the road
and I got pushed to the side...
Oh yes! The tumbling man!
I remember you!
Well, I lost balance. It was...
Yeah, well, you just can't stop falling,
can you?
Well... I guess not.
Hey, listen.
Why don't you jump first?
Maybe I'll learn something from you.
Is this some kind
of a sadistic game to you?
- You come and watch people jump...
- No, no, no! No, I'm...
No, I'm dead serious.
Do you have a pen and paper?
Yeah, sure. Yeah, of course.
Here.
So for efficiency,
a straight dive or swan dive
would be the best.
Certainly the most effective.
The heart would continue to beat.
However, that would only spew blood
into your cavity
but only for a few seconds.
In fact, one of the benefits
is you might die
even before your skull shatters
hitting the ground, you know?
Yeah, okay. Great.
Yeah? Okay.
So I put that as option number one.
Then we have option two.
If you are scared of over diving
and crashing into the building...
Yes. Yeah I am.
...then another option is to go
for the old-fashioned belly flop.
So you kind of jump and drop.
It's really efficient in breaking the pelvis.
Okay... What... about the bleeding?
Because I don't...
- I don't know. It's kind of scary.
- It depends on the efficacy of the fall.
If it's a sharp fall with no collisions
on the way down,
you end straight on!
No problem. Instant death.
Perfect.
But if it's a bad fall
where you go off course
or you deviate
or collide with the side of the building,
then several damaged blood vessels
will cause massive internal bleeding.
Gross. Yeah, I don't want that.
Yeah... Bleeding occurring
all over your body,
including your brain.
Um... What about this one?
Oh... the step off?
Well, this is my personal favorite.
- Why?
- Why? Because it's so simple.
You step off.
You step off casually like...
Like you're crossing the road
on a normal day.
- You know?
- Painless.
Oh, I wouldn't say painless
because you do eventually
smash on the floor.
But this one is certainly beautiful.
You don't get disoriented because
you are at your natural equilibrium.
- Right.
- Right?
It's really the view
during the descent!
I mean, if you manage to keep
your form throughout the landing,
it's quite spectacular.
So I... I like this one.
Yeah, I like it too.
- You know what I've heard?
- What?
I just... I've heard that if you have sex
moments before committing suicide
you completely lose the drive to die
for the next 6 hours.
Uh-hm. That sounds...
- Great, right?
- Made up.
Do you believe that?
I don't know.
I mean...
I think it's worth the try.
Schirkoa is an organism,
not a concrete monolith from fiction.
Lord O' has given us
the words to live by:
"To be alike is the way of life."
Remember the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
Yeaaaah! It's true then!
No shit!
197A! I have a question for you.
Yeah?
Have you ever seen your face?
No! I mean...
We're not supposed to, right?
Ah... Lord bless you, Mr 197A.
You are charming.
Thank you.
197A!
Intellectuals are lying!
Fake war!
Citizens of Schirkoa
Today, we declare... Love it.
We declare war on the Anomalies.
Today, we eradicate the scum
camping at our borders.
Citizens, it's time to enlist.
Lord O' has...
- You know they're lying.
- Oh, really?
It's a facade to fool the citizens.
There is no such thing as Anomalies.
Oh, isn't that... good?
I don't know.
It's genius, isn't it?
So why Kill yourself?
The helpline was busy.
- Oh, okay.
- I couldn't hold on any longer.
Okay, but I mean, like,
what was the trigger?
I met the Intellectuals.
Oh really?
Wow! Whoa! The Intellectuals.
- What do they look like?
- Scary as fuck.
What about you?
Well...
I met God.
How does he look?
Ugly as fuck.
That figures.
- Is that your...?
- Suicide note. Yeah.
Yeah. May 1?
Oh yeah! Help yourself. Absolutely.
Have a blast.
What do we have here...?
"I came here to find Lord.
To find longevity."
Maybe you can read it
in your head or something?
- "To find peace..."
- In your head.
- "...safety and a bit of sanity."
- Okay.
"It's surreal
how these... cosmic... colossal..."
Whoa. So you want to die
because you're bored?
- Yeah, can you argue with that?
- Nah, not really.
Okay, well,
then let's have one more shot!
You are not from Schirkoa, are you?
Hey, come... We should dance!
Okay.
Show me your best moves!
Kill all Anomalies!
Kill them bitches!
What if we don't feel like dying
after 6 hours?
Well, actually it's been 8 hours.
- How do you feel?
- Hm... Alive.
- I'm hungry.
- I have noodles.
Yeah?
My apartment is just around here...
somewhere?
- Where is it?
- 197 something... I think...
Oh yeah, that makes sense.
Right here?
- Yeah! This is the one.
- Great.
- Hello?
- What's going on, 197A?
My office has been calling you
since morning!
I... I...
The Intellectuals have summoned you.
Report to the Council immediately.
- Scan the whole area.
- Copy.
Check that room.
What's that?
What the...?
Lord O', bless us all.
Over here.
Come here, quick!
Lord O', bless us all.
Lord O', bless us all. Lord O', bless us...
You idiot. We found your diary.
- You... found...?
- A suicide?
Really?
Nobody gives a damn, kid.
I...
Do you even understand
what that girl means?
You have reported a living Anomaly.
I have reported?
I have reported?
I would never do that...
People are going to love this.
She's definitely suspicious,
but an Anomaly?
A bit farfetched, don't you think?
Maybe we should...
Check this out.
Free her!
Bastards! Fascists!
She is not an Anomaly!
Fascists! Free her!
She's an Anomaly!
Kill her!
Kill the Anomaly!
Witch!
Burn the witch!
So... when is the trial?
The trial?
This is war!
The only way to leverage this now
is to make an example out of her.
Are those... are those wings real?
You can tell me
if they're a fabrication...
Have you seen
what she has written on your wall?
That is not what you think.
I have to rush now.
We have no time for this.
The Intellectuals are waiting for you.
Let's talk later.
Sure.
As long as the moon is in Scorpio,
This is our situation
Who is knocking at the door?
My heart is trembling
They're knocking
at the door with the anchor,
My heart is trembling
Lord O', bless us all.
Lord O', bless us all.
This isn't happening!
Shut up!
Witch! Witch!
Step back!
Bless us all! Lord O'!
Bless us all!
What...
No...
Is that an Anomaly?
He's coming towards us!
What are you looking at?
Kill him!
Attention, Schirkoans.
In the light of recent events
at the Lord O' Square,
the area is under complete lockdown.
Complete.
Please report any suspicious item
or person to the Safety.
Hundreds of people have hit
the streets of Schirkoa on Monday
in a series of protests
against the Intellectuals.
We are not the Anomalies.
It is these Council members.
You think we don't know?
They were the ones
who hid an Anomaly in the Council.
We are no fucking Anomalies!
The Safety personnel shot tear gas
on protestors vandalizing property...
Lord O', bless us all...
Lord O', bless us all...
Are you 242B?
- She hasn't come?
- Oh man.
Not again.
Love is so fragile these days.
I feel for you.
Going to Konthaqa?
We have a seat.
Come on. Hop on.
I couldn't understand till today.
On that very day
to leave that city.
I was given a dry farewell.
- I swear I have seen him somewhere!
- Where?
Is he the one
who burnt the Council?
Sissy Watermelon.
Is that...?
Lord O'. That's Lord O'.
That's not him. He wears a bag.
You have been fooled
by those dumb bag heads.
Lord O' has always been an Anomaly.
A moon will descend upon us.
A beautiful night of errors awaits.
You talking to me, sir?
Tonight, go on that stage.
Climb up and vomit everything out.
He's asking you
to go on stage tonight!
- Why do I have to be on the stage?
- 80 much guilt. So much pain.
You in some kind of pain?
I have done terrible things.
That's it. Just make
a handy ladder of your guilt.
And just climb up that stage.
Blurt out everything
that's jammed inside.
What is jammed inside?
We urge everyone
to get back to their homes
and attend to their families
in these unfortunate events.
All illegal gatherings
will be subject to prosecution.
Attention, Schirkoan citizens.
Be watchful of the bag less offenders.
At the sight of an Anomaly,
shout as loud as you can.
Follow the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
Careful.
Where to find...
There he is!
Lord. You smell like fish.
Come on now. Bathe.
Bathe.
That's why I stopped acting.
I mean, it's good and all,
but at the end of the day,
it's just factory work.
A freaking stage sweatshop.
You get a job, you do it right,
you're done.
I mean, what the fuck, right?
Never really thought of it that way.
I'm pretty bad of an actor anyway.
I think so too.
No idea what Mord saw in you.
You make me puke.
Omit this one.
- Sick.
- Hey, I'm in the bathtub too.
Why is this here again? Cut it out!
Look, 12345A.
What's your name?
I don't think you can perform.
Nothing personal.
First 3! In my van! Now.
So what do you do?
I write! What else.
No puppet show.
Just pure discharge of frustration
on paper.
And how is that working out for you?
If you want to put up the laziest,
dumbest fight against the system,
pick up a pen and paper.
That's how it is working out for me, 99A.
Where did you find this guy?
So why not put up a good fight?
Look at the shitheads.
They don't believe in anything.
What am I supposed to do with them?
Lies, listen to me.
It's gonna work!
They will love him.
Growing tiny horns
doesn't make him a Konthaqan.
Understood?
Amore... My boy!
Your son?
Yeah, his name is Frehmi
and he works at the Gutter Patrol.
Now, Lies! Don't lie to me.
Now be honest.
What do you think?
This might actually work.
So we good? All right. I knew it.
Have you even decided
what you'll be doing here?
I have enough morons
lined up, you know?
Not really.
That's the way to do it!
No wonder you burnt down
those motherfuckers at the Council.
Maybe display
a twig of that carnage too.
Finale is not that bad.
I performed last time.
- A decade ago?
- She won.
Yup!
I danced and fucked.
And got wasted.
I got married by the morning.
Backstage. Twice.
Konthaqa was actually free back then.
Now it's just an image.
We demand equal rights.
We demand equal rights.
We demand equal rights!
We demand equal rights!
No segregation at any cost.
Else no Fashionista
will participate in the Finale!
Whiny kids
- reaching for low hanging fruits.
- What's wrong with equal rights?
Who are they even demanding it from?
This is a blank canvas, for fuck's sake!
They gotta stop competing,
inhale and rethink their ambition.
Now get out. I need to pee.
Wild and free!
That's what my baby wants from me!
On stage 19! I'm so excited.
We have the performers from Hoax!
Oh and the Fashionistas
from Sissy Watermelon.
That's right. I will be sucking
on those melons all day,
spitting out seeds.
That's right...
Now, there they are,
just arriving on the 20th.
Still 24 more stages to fill up.
Oh my soul...
This is gonna be a long night.
Bring out the razor blades,
bring out the speed,
We gonna have a little party tonight.
That's right.
And it ain't gonna end,
until the fat lady sang,
until the fat lady gets squashed
by a fatter lady...
Oh... ain't that a picture?
This is a new song
for someone special
that I met today
and I ain't telling you who...
They are the people of the myths
They will no longer live in fear
They will rise above
In splendor and in love
They will inherit the earth
And they shall roam free
and be who they are destined to be
Revolution
Take it away
I found the frequency.
Who will decide the winner?
That man.
Can I get a pen and paper?
Come on.
You don't prep for something like this!
It has to be either an eruption
from the cosmos or nothing.
I have to go now.
Fuck off.
Hey...
One last thing. If the audience get
overwhelmed, don't worry about it.
Isn't that like a... good thing?
It is. Yes.
But we are too sensitive.
That's right. Okay?
Sometimes a moment is too perfect...
Like a clitoris in a giant va...
- Mord, I'm already a little...
- Ssh... Lies is on.
One two, one two.
The last time I performed here
I got pregnant backstage.
My boy is 10 now
and you didn't even manage to organize
a single finale in 10 fucking years!
Congratulations.
Yet here we are talking about
revolting against a monolith regime.
Perhaps I should as well
join their ranks
rather than changing your diapers.
Maybe learn a thing or two
about perfection, huh?
Resistance is fuel for our art.
And one day, motherfuckers...
One day, the fuel is gonna run out.
Be careful what you wish for.
The day we win is the day we die.
Lord O' bless us all!
Come on, you dickheads!
That's all you've got,
you stupid fucks!
Come on!
Fuck off!
Sir, I didn't mean
to conspire or show disdain.
I...
I simply wanted a different life.
This is the truth.
I swear on Lord O',
I have no idea where 197A is.
You are free to go. The Intellectuals
believe you are innocent.
But someone needs
to take responsibility for this mess.
I came here...
to find Lord.
To find longevity.
To find peace. Safety.
And a bit of sanity.
It's surreal
how these colossal cosmic things
are so easily accessible in this land.
You know?
All that I strived for
in my short... mediocre life
is here on a discount.
It's all... on a display.
The longevity is a show-piece
in a novelty store.
Peace is an add-on accessory.
The god is an iron mannequin
boasting a bow-tie.
What simplicity.
What abundance of grand goods
in gentle packets.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance... died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection,
my resistance died.
And with that...
my soul.
After all, what would a rebel resist
in a perfect world?
Why would an artist create
in paradise?
Who would a man worship...
if he becomes God...
...albeit flawed?
For this and few more,
I elect to die.
Imperfection is a bitch,
but perfection... is a monster.
Lord O', bless us all.
You stole my right.
There is nothing
to rebel against anymore.
To hell with your Lord!
Lord O', bless you all.
Right.
Right?
Right...? Right?!
But for what?
Rose on a wall
City supine in its gait
Feeling alone
A gap on the moon
Your semblance inscribed
On the vastness above
Ushered by the wind
Fear of cold's grip
A turning away
Tell me you love me.
I... love... you.
The revolution...
has a voice, people.
We have Lord O' with us today!
- Golden season
- You son of a glitch.
Borrowed fate
Bidding farewell
Farewell
Tell me you love me.
I love you.
Tell me you love me,
my goddess.
I love you.
Tell me you love me,
my goddess.
I love you.
That... That moon?
Did you see that?
Which land's poet
carries gunpowder?
On which land
do the verses explode?
Which land's fragrance
is venomous?
Which land's stole
is woven wrong?
Which land's bride
has glum eyes?
Which land's melody
sounds like gunshots?
Which land's ruckus
exudes emptiness?
On which land
does a biped limp?
We believe, after all these years
of this brutal war,
it's time to take a step back
and reorient ourselves.
As a civilized elder,
Schirkoa offers peace.
Schirkoa offers generosity.
Schirkoa offers parley.
And make no mistake.
While our doors remain open
to diplomacy,
we will take all measures
to ensure security and safety
of the Schirkoan citizens.
- Hey, Miss 242B?
- It's for me?
We will be restarting
all suspended activities
and in short,
there will be no shortage of supplies.
There is absolutely
no reason to panic.
Thank you.
Tell me you love me.
Hi, hello. Tell me you love me.
Hi. Please tell me you love me.
Here. Over here. I'm here.
Love has you, my child.
Let me know when you've had enough.
I'll take over.
Can I get a bit more wine?
Take it all, my goddess!
You deserve it.
The Intellectuals have blinked first!
Hello kid.
No! No.
Get the motherfucker. Get him!
Kill him!
It's okay.
He is lost.
You should use more leaves.
Don't boil it like a moron.
Frehmi! Enough!
You lost, old man.
Has nobody told you that?
- And what business brings you here?
- He's an assassin!
Warden.
Mr 197A.
Forget vengeance.
Is there anything else you need?
- What the fuck?
- Then just kill me, my goddess.
Perfect!
Shall I order a public execution,
old friend?
With your hands all tied up
under the sun?
Tortured?
Or you prefer getting burnt?
- Ring a bell?
- What do you mean?
Getting too old
to remember your sins, I suppose?
Have you really forgotten that girl?
- What's going on?
- What girl?
He's dangerous.
Let's kill him already.
The... the Anomaly you killed
at the Lord O' Square?
Oh! That girl.
Come on, don't bend the narrative.
- We never killed her.
- What?
We only clipped her wings
as a warning.
She was exiled. Like me.
Exiled?
You didn't kill her?
What's the point in doing that?
She was worthless.
We are not savages anyway.
So, Baldie...
How would you like to die then?
Drown me in a bathtub?
You're a funny old man.
- Frehmi!
- Nah, no more tea for the...
You fucking bitch!
Where was 33F exiled again?
The pilgrimage.
You hear that?
Uprising.
They still want
to take over Schirkoa.
Isn't it all over already?
Look! They just want freedom.
They don't know what they would do
with it afterwards.
I am sure they will want
freedom from freedom later.
Lies.
I guess it's time to take that boat.
Can't you wait a bit more,
my goddess?
Your disappearance
is too big of a scandal to handle.
Maybe one last speech and then
you can happily flush yourself to that...
...the pilgrimage, right?
Pilgrimage!
- Will you be all right?
- What the fuck?
I mean, with all this
rekindled uprising and all.
Ah! Don't worry about it.
It's a routine.
Happens every decade or so.
Political menstruation, I tell you.
Nothing more.
With you I was hoping
to reach a menopause, though.
Lies.
No matter what we do...
...it's going to be
the same thing all over again.
And you really had to say that?
Take care, my goddess.
That was a fine show.
Mord would have been proud.
Someday you gotta teach me
how to fall like that.
So... a fish helped you out?
Yeah. Gave me her boat.
I'm surprised you found your way here.
This is really far.
So this is the actual Lord O'?
People love to see their own reflection
in the O and I don't blame them.
So? What brings you to Heghov?
Do you remember that night?
Of course I do. You taught me
the most important lesson of my life.
What was that?
That if you have sex moments
before committing a suicide
you lose the drive to die
for the rest of your life.
It's hard to forget about that night.
It's funny. I have seen everything
there is to be seen in this world,
and yet a simple scooter ride...
About that day in Schirkoa.
I... I didn't tell them, you know.
I didn't even know
they were gonna burn...
I'm at peace with this.
You should lay your guilt to rest.
We were both very naive back then.
You know, being exiled actually
turned out to be quite a blessing for me.
You mentioned you met Lord O'
the night we met.
Yes.
Were you serious?
Of course I was.
You don't believe he's still alive,
do you?
Of course he's alive.
He just doesn't like this realm.
Which realm did he leave us for?
While our doors remain open
to diplomacy, we...
we will take all measures
to ensure the security and safety
of the Schirkoan citizens.
We will be restarting
all suspended activities
and be ensured
there will be no shortage of supplies.
There's absolutely no reason to panic.
Peace and prosperity
are just around the corner.
Sir? Would you like
to buy a magazine?
What's your name?
Baghead zero.
No titles?
Back in my time
there were no titles, sir.
Are you God?
Would you like to come upstairs?
- Beautiful day.
- Yeah. You seem less anxious.
Who else was here?
There was this young girl,
many years ago.
Wanted to end her life
after seeing me.
Yeah, I know.
You have kids?
No. You've got a few, right?
Two grandsons now.
Lovely little stress balls.
My head hurts.
Anomalies are reversing.
I took you for a Baghead god.
Not an Anomaly god?
Yeah, that too.
It's all higgledy-piggledy, isn't it?
Why Schirkoa?
To each his own, I guess.
It's okay. Take your time.
Perhaps you want to know my age?
Why are you living like this?
In hiding?
Why are you not out there...
saving the world?
Mr 197A,
in case you were wondering,
there were no Anomalies
before the bags.
Suppression is bad enough,
but with hope, it's endurable.
Because if you are tormented
by suppression,
you can still fight back.
But if you are haunted
by your freedom...
then... it's a calamity.
And what exactly
are you supposed to do in this event?
Finale?
Yeah. This... finale.
What's the ask?
I guess you just... be.
Haven't I told you already?
You perform,
you gather love, share some
and mingle
with the free people of the rebellion!
The what?
You're making me nervous, 197.
Look, once I get on to that bus
you can put all your worries aside.
It's legit!
That's my biggest worry, 242.
That bus doesn't sound legit at all.
Lord O', bless us all.
What if they catch you
at the border itself?
I had to tell you something.
Uh... Never mind.
Chop chop, Mr Perfect.
Tell me already. What is it?
I think...
and it's still not confirmed,
but I think I've been nominated.
- You don't mean for the...
- Election day.
- Are you...?
- I'm not kidding. For real this time.
Election Day is what... a week away!
Am I fucking a politician now?
Mr 197A, the Council member!
Warming the bed
of a Blue District woman.
How scandalous! I love this already.
Careful! I'm gonna fall.
You're being very naughty lady!
Oh yeah? Lady now?
Sir, please get inside
the vehicle, okay?
- I am a Schirkoan!
- Sir, please.
- What's the matter with those books?
- Just come with us.
- The bookstore closed down?
- Yeah.
It seems they were distributing
those banned pamphlets.
Ah, the pamphlets!
Yeah, I saw them on the news.
Wow. They were right under our noses.
Bad for business, I tell you...
While the opposition
already has a nomination,
the Intellectuals still seem undecided
about their candidate.
With one week to go,
we can only wait and anticipate.
Who will be that lucky citizen
to get the seat at the Council?
I wonder who, I wonder who?
Schirkoa is an organism.
Not a concrete monolith
from fiction!
Lord O' has given us
the words to live by.
To be alike is the way of life.
Remember the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
If you see any suspicious person,
please inform the Warden office
immediately.
Anyone caught
taking the bag off will be prosecuted.
And they have gathered
in large numbers
to show their dissent
against the imminent war.
They allege that this war
against the Anomalies is... not real.
The students
are also complaining...
Have you ever seen an Anomaly?
No! Nobody has.
They are imaginary adversaries
to keep us in check
A cheap tactic
to hunt down the immigrants
and label them as Anomalies!
Burn the council!
Burn the council!
Why do we never hear them talk?
Enough of this nonsense!
We're marching to the Council!
Burn the Council!
Can you back off the police?
Just back off!
That was a cute little tumble.
Someday you gotta teach me
how to fall like that.
Have a good one.
- Sir, are you all right?
- I'm okay. Thank you.
Have a good day!
Hi...
Audio cassettes!
Yes, Ma'am. Audio cassettes!
- Designers bag heads!
- Designers bag heads!
- We don't have to take a hotel room.
- Where do we go then?
Come, come, come!
Come here, sugar.
I'll give you good service.
Don't be shy.
Aren't you the kinky type, my love?
Come, come, come over here!
Best service in the Blue District.
Good service.
Best service in the town.
There you are!
Come, I have to show you something.
What...?
Come!
- Wait, ...
- Come on! Don't be shy.
- Come on!
- No, no...
Just follow me.
Here, have a look.
What's all this?
The banned pamphlets for the Finale!
Kon... thaqa?
- Yes. Konthaqa.
- And?
The forbidden refugee state?
The one made by banished immigrants?
From the TV commercials?
Yes! She runs the show.
Lies?
It's her name.
- What a name!
- I know, right?
Okay.
242, I can't believe
I have to really ask you this.
You know these... Anomalies
are all myth, right?
We will both get in trouble
if anyone finds out these...
Just check out the pamphlet.
It mentions how these...
'Anomalies' have
low life expectancy anyway.
Why?
Because they are
frequently sentimental, darling.
Some say their hearts are actually...
bigger than usual.
How big?
Oh, about 3 fists, I think.
3 fists! How hot is that?!
Sorry, we didn't mean
to interrupt your momentum.
We were just leaving.
Come with me, 197.
There is still time.
Yes, there is.
Stay.
I can't live in this nightmare forever.
We won't have to wear these bags
anymore in Konthaqga.
How many times
do I have to repeat myself?
I mean, I work in the ministry!
You've got to trust me.
There is nothing
beyond those borders. It's all...
- I know. I know.
- That's the worrying part.
In Lies we trust.
Stay.
- We'll find a way.
- Yes, we have.
And the way
is that bus beyond the border.
Come with me, Senator.
- It would be a scandal.
- Oh, so you're considering?
Ah... Well! Let's see after my date
with the Intellectuals.
Oh my... I can't believe
you're actually going to hear them talk.
Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?
- Only if you stay.
- Oh... never mind then.
We might have
the official announcement
of the nominated candidate
anytime today.
The Intellectuals have chosen a new
Council member for the next term.
Now here at 6 we are staying
on top of the breaking news
as the hunt for a dangerous immigrant
stretches into day 4.
If anyone finds a suspicious girl,
please report
to the Warden's office immediately.
Warden.
Ready for the big day, kiddo?
Um... yes, sir.
We won't be wasting time
in the campaign.
You will report to the Council tomorrow.
One week should give you
a solid head start.
But shouldn't we wait for the voting?
What if I don't get elected?
I might...
Have you been mingling
with the low lives of the Blue District?
Mingling?
Warden, I...
Warden, I... I... I just gawk.
I have friends there.
Good. Gives you an edge of trust!
Talk to your friends
in those shady bars, son.
We have to catch some immigrants
before the elections.
Usually, it's them
who turn into Anomalies.
Yes... sir.
Sorry... what are they talking about?
Probably the war against Konthaqga.
You mean the Anomalies?
Whatever you call them.
They've got these weird wings
and horns coming out of their bodies.
Horrible, horrible creatures.
You see... the people these days.
You... um...
You can't please them
by ad hominem attacks anymore.
They want something much worse.
They're bloodthirsty.
So this war against these creatures...
these Anomalies, it's...
necessary.
Well, they just sound... horrible.
Don't worry. I don't think it's all true.
Much of this just pays for the party.
You'll learn, son. Till then, just clap.
It exists! See? I told you!
The land of the free!
Poor 242! You still don't get it?
They even admit it.
It's an imaginary propaganda
to keep us in check.
Well, that's what you need to do, 197.
Imagine!
I won't ask you again
to come with me...
but I will promise you one thing.
If I ever meet Lord O' in Konthaqa,
no matter how farfetched it sounds,
I will ask him to bless you.
You will?
I have to.
I hope you change your mind
and we meet again as free souls.
- Let's...
- Come away with me.
Let's get old,
smoking and drinking by this balcony.
We have everything here.
I will send you postcards.
Stop!
It's illegal.
I know.
The bag. Put it on and jump.
It's illegal to jump without it.
Excuse me?
Who's gonna face charges,
my dead body?
Hey... um...
do you think you could...
suggest a method to jump effectively?
... I just have this biggest fear
of surviving after the fall and...
That's impossible.
We're on the 78th floor.
Hey... um...
Have we met before?
You look kinda familiar...
- We have actually.
- Oh yeah?
I think you were protesting
at the Factory District last week?
Oh, yeah, I was!
Well,
I was trying to cross the road
and I got pushed to the side...
Oh yes! The tumbling man!
I remember you!
Well, I lost balance. It was...
Yeah, well, you just can't stop falling,
can you?
Well... I guess not.
Hey, listen.
Why don't you jump first?
Maybe I'll learn something from you.
Is this some kind
of a sadistic game to you?
- You come and watch people jump...
- No, no, no! No, I'm...
No, I'm dead serious.
Do you have a pen and paper?
Yeah, sure. Yeah, of course.
Here.
So for efficiency,
a straight dive or swan dive
would be the best.
Certainly the most effective.
The heart would continue to beat.
However, that would only spew blood
into your cavity
but only for a few seconds.
In fact, one of the benefits
is you might die
even before your skull shatters
hitting the ground, you know?
Yeah, okay. Great.
Yeah? Okay.
So I put that as option number one.
Then we have option two.
If you are scared of over diving
and crashing into the building...
Yes. Yeah I am.
...then another option is to go
for the old-fashioned belly flop.
So you kind of jump and drop.
It's really efficient in breaking the pelvis.
Okay... What... about the bleeding?
Because I don't...
- I don't know. It's kind of scary.
- It depends on the efficacy of the fall.
If it's a sharp fall with no collisions
on the way down,
you end straight on!
No problem. Instant death.
Perfect.
But if it's a bad fall
where you go off course
or you deviate
or collide with the side of the building,
then several damaged blood vessels
will cause massive internal bleeding.
Gross. Yeah, I don't want that.
Yeah... Bleeding occurring
all over your body,
including your brain.
Um... What about this one?
Oh... the step off?
Well, this is my personal favorite.
- Why?
- Why? Because it's so simple.
You step off.
You step off casually like...
Like you're crossing the road
on a normal day.
- You know?
- Painless.
Oh, I wouldn't say painless
because you do eventually
smash on the floor.
But this one is certainly beautiful.
You don't get disoriented because
you are at your natural equilibrium.
- Right.
- Right?
It's really the view
during the descent!
I mean, if you manage to keep
your form throughout the landing,
it's quite spectacular.
So I... I like this one.
Yeah, I like it too.
- You know what I've heard?
- What?
I just... I've heard that if you have sex
moments before committing suicide
you completely lose the drive to die
for the next 6 hours.
Uh-hm. That sounds...
- Great, right?
- Made up.
Do you believe that?
I don't know.
I mean...
I think it's worth the try.
Schirkoa is an organism,
not a concrete monolith from fiction.
Lord O' has given us
the words to live by:
"To be alike is the way of life."
Remember the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
Yeaaaah! It's true then!
No shit!
197A! I have a question for you.
Yeah?
Have you ever seen your face?
No! I mean...
We're not supposed to, right?
Ah... Lord bless you, Mr 197A.
You are charming.
Thank you.
197A!
Intellectuals are lying!
Fake war!
Citizens of Schirkoa
Today, we declare... Love it.
We declare war on the Anomalies.
Today, we eradicate the scum
camping at our borders.
Citizens, it's time to enlist.
Lord O' has...
- You know they're lying.
- Oh, really?
It's a facade to fool the citizens.
There is no such thing as Anomalies.
Oh, isn't that... good?
I don't know.
It's genius, isn't it?
So why Kill yourself?
The helpline was busy.
- Oh, okay.
- I couldn't hold on any longer.
Okay, but I mean, like,
what was the trigger?
I met the Intellectuals.
Oh really?
Wow! Whoa! The Intellectuals.
- What do they look like?
- Scary as fuck.
What about you?
Well...
I met God.
How does he look?
Ugly as fuck.
That figures.
- Is that your...?
- Suicide note. Yeah.
Yeah. May 1?
Oh yeah! Help yourself. Absolutely.
Have a blast.
What do we have here...?
"I came here to find Lord.
To find longevity."
Maybe you can read it
in your head or something?
- "To find peace..."
- In your head.
- "...safety and a bit of sanity."
- Okay.
"It's surreal
how these... cosmic... colossal..."
Whoa. So you want to die
because you're bored?
- Yeah, can you argue with that?
- Nah, not really.
Okay, well,
then let's have one more shot!
You are not from Schirkoa, are you?
Hey, come... We should dance!
Okay.
Show me your best moves!
Kill all Anomalies!
Kill them bitches!
What if we don't feel like dying
after 6 hours?
Well, actually it's been 8 hours.
- How do you feel?
- Hm... Alive.
- I'm hungry.
- I have noodles.
Yeah?
My apartment is just around here...
somewhere?
- Where is it?
- 197 something... I think...
Oh yeah, that makes sense.
Right here?
- Yeah! This is the one.
- Great.
- Hello?
- What's going on, 197A?
My office has been calling you
since morning!
I... I...
The Intellectuals have summoned you.
Report to the Council immediately.
- Scan the whole area.
- Copy.
Check that room.
What's that?
What the...?
Lord O', bless us all.
Over here.
Come here, quick!
Lord O', bless us all.
Lord O', bless us all. Lord O', bless us...
You idiot. We found your diary.
- You... found...?
- A suicide?
Really?
Nobody gives a damn, kid.
I...
Do you even understand
what that girl means?
You have reported a living Anomaly.
I have reported?
I have reported?
I would never do that...
People are going to love this.
She's definitely suspicious,
but an Anomaly?
A bit farfetched, don't you think?
Maybe we should...
Check this out.
Free her!
Bastards! Fascists!
She is not an Anomaly!
Fascists! Free her!
She's an Anomaly!
Kill her!
Kill the Anomaly!
Witch!
Burn the witch!
So... when is the trial?
The trial?
This is war!
The only way to leverage this now
is to make an example out of her.
Are those... are those wings real?
You can tell me
if they're a fabrication...
Have you seen
what she has written on your wall?
That is not what you think.
I have to rush now.
We have no time for this.
The Intellectuals are waiting for you.
Let's talk later.
Sure.
As long as the moon is in Scorpio,
This is our situation
Who is knocking at the door?
My heart is trembling
They're knocking
at the door with the anchor,
My heart is trembling
Lord O', bless us all.
Lord O', bless us all.
This isn't happening!
Shut up!
Witch! Witch!
Step back!
Bless us all! Lord O'!
Bless us all!
What...
No...
Is that an Anomaly?
He's coming towards us!
What are you looking at?
Kill him!
Attention, Schirkoans.
In the light of recent events
at the Lord O' Square,
the area is under complete lockdown.
Complete.
Please report any suspicious item
or person to the Safety.
Hundreds of people have hit
the streets of Schirkoa on Monday
in a series of protests
against the Intellectuals.
We are not the Anomalies.
It is these Council members.
You think we don't know?
They were the ones
who hid an Anomaly in the Council.
We are no fucking Anomalies!
The Safety personnel shot tear gas
on protestors vandalizing property...
Lord O', bless us all...
Lord O', bless us all...
Are you 242B?
- She hasn't come?
- Oh man.
Not again.
Love is so fragile these days.
I feel for you.
Going to Konthaqa?
We have a seat.
Come on. Hop on.
I couldn't understand till today.
On that very day
to leave that city.
I was given a dry farewell.
- I swear I have seen him somewhere!
- Where?
Is he the one
who burnt the Council?
Sissy Watermelon.
Is that...?
Lord O'. That's Lord O'.
That's not him. He wears a bag.
You have been fooled
by those dumb bag heads.
Lord O' has always been an Anomaly.
A moon will descend upon us.
A beautiful night of errors awaits.
You talking to me, sir?
Tonight, go on that stage.
Climb up and vomit everything out.
He's asking you
to go on stage tonight!
- Why do I have to be on the stage?
- 80 much guilt. So much pain.
You in some kind of pain?
I have done terrible things.
That's it. Just make
a handy ladder of your guilt.
And just climb up that stage.
Blurt out everything
that's jammed inside.
What is jammed inside?
We urge everyone
to get back to their homes
and attend to their families
in these unfortunate events.
All illegal gatherings
will be subject to prosecution.
Attention, Schirkoan citizens.
Be watchful of the bag less offenders.
At the sight of an Anomaly,
shout as loud as you can.
Follow the golden trio always:
Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.
Careful.
Where to find...
There he is!
Lord. You smell like fish.
Come on now. Bathe.
Bathe.
That's why I stopped acting.
I mean, it's good and all,
but at the end of the day,
it's just factory work.
A freaking stage sweatshop.
You get a job, you do it right,
you're done.
I mean, what the fuck, right?
Never really thought of it that way.
I'm pretty bad of an actor anyway.
I think so too.
No idea what Mord saw in you.
You make me puke.
Omit this one.
- Sick.
- Hey, I'm in the bathtub too.
Why is this here again? Cut it out!
Look, 12345A.
What's your name?
I don't think you can perform.
Nothing personal.
First 3! In my van! Now.
So what do you do?
I write! What else.
No puppet show.
Just pure discharge of frustration
on paper.
And how is that working out for you?
If you want to put up the laziest,
dumbest fight against the system,
pick up a pen and paper.
That's how it is working out for me, 99A.
Where did you find this guy?
So why not put up a good fight?
Look at the shitheads.
They don't believe in anything.
What am I supposed to do with them?
Lies, listen to me.
It's gonna work!
They will love him.
Growing tiny horns
doesn't make him a Konthaqan.
Understood?
Amore... My boy!
Your son?
Yeah, his name is Frehmi
and he works at the Gutter Patrol.
Now, Lies! Don't lie to me.
Now be honest.
What do you think?
This might actually work.
So we good? All right. I knew it.
Have you even decided
what you'll be doing here?
I have enough morons
lined up, you know?
Not really.
That's the way to do it!
No wonder you burnt down
those motherfuckers at the Council.
Maybe display
a twig of that carnage too.
Finale is not that bad.
I performed last time.
- A decade ago?
- She won.
Yup!
I danced and fucked.
And got wasted.
I got married by the morning.
Backstage. Twice.
Konthaqa was actually free back then.
Now it's just an image.
We demand equal rights.
We demand equal rights.
We demand equal rights!
We demand equal rights!
No segregation at any cost.
Else no Fashionista
will participate in the Finale!
Whiny kids
- reaching for low hanging fruits.
- What's wrong with equal rights?
Who are they even demanding it from?
This is a blank canvas, for fuck's sake!
They gotta stop competing,
inhale and rethink their ambition.
Now get out. I need to pee.
Wild and free!
That's what my baby wants from me!
On stage 19! I'm so excited.
We have the performers from Hoax!
Oh and the Fashionistas
from Sissy Watermelon.
That's right. I will be sucking
on those melons all day,
spitting out seeds.
That's right...
Now, there they are,
just arriving on the 20th.
Still 24 more stages to fill up.
Oh my soul...
This is gonna be a long night.
Bring out the razor blades,
bring out the speed,
We gonna have a little party tonight.
That's right.
And it ain't gonna end,
until the fat lady sang,
until the fat lady gets squashed
by a fatter lady...
Oh... ain't that a picture?
This is a new song
for someone special
that I met today
and I ain't telling you who...
They are the people of the myths
They will no longer live in fear
They will rise above
In splendor and in love
They will inherit the earth
And they shall roam free
and be who they are destined to be
Revolution
Take it away
I found the frequency.
Who will decide the winner?
That man.
Can I get a pen and paper?
Come on.
You don't prep for something like this!
It has to be either an eruption
from the cosmos or nothing.
I have to go now.
Fuck off.
Hey...
One last thing. If the audience get
overwhelmed, don't worry about it.
Isn't that like a... good thing?
It is. Yes.
But we are too sensitive.
That's right. Okay?
Sometimes a moment is too perfect...
Like a clitoris in a giant va...
- Mord, I'm already a little...
- Ssh... Lies is on.
One two, one two.
The last time I performed here
I got pregnant backstage.
My boy is 10 now
and you didn't even manage to organize
a single finale in 10 fucking years!
Congratulations.
Yet here we are talking about
revolting against a monolith regime.
Perhaps I should as well
join their ranks
rather than changing your diapers.
Maybe learn a thing or two
about perfection, huh?
Resistance is fuel for our art.
And one day, motherfuckers...
One day, the fuel is gonna run out.
Be careful what you wish for.
The day we win is the day we die.
Lord O' bless us all!
Come on, you dickheads!
That's all you've got,
you stupid fucks!
Come on!
Fuck off!
Sir, I didn't mean
to conspire or show disdain.
I...
I simply wanted a different life.
This is the truth.
I swear on Lord O',
I have no idea where 197A is.
You are free to go. The Intellectuals
believe you are innocent.
But someone needs
to take responsibility for this mess.
I came here...
to find Lord.
To find longevity.
To find peace. Safety.
And a bit of sanity.
It's surreal
how these colossal cosmic things
are so easily accessible in this land.
You know?
All that I strived for
in my short... mediocre life
is here on a discount.
It's all... on a display.
The longevity is a show-piece
in a novelty store.
Peace is an add-on accessory.
The god is an iron mannequin
boasting a bow-tie.
What simplicity.
What abundance of grand goods
in gentle packets.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance... died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection...
...my resistance died.
And once I made peace
with this perfection,
my resistance died.
And with that...
my soul.
After all, what would a rebel resist
in a perfect world?
Why would an artist create
in paradise?
Who would a man worship...
if he becomes God...
...albeit flawed?
For this and few more,
I elect to die.
Imperfection is a bitch,
but perfection... is a monster.
Lord O', bless us all.
You stole my right.
There is nothing
to rebel against anymore.
To hell with your Lord!
Lord O', bless you all.
Right.
Right?
Right...? Right?!
But for what?
Rose on a wall
City supine in its gait
Feeling alone
A gap on the moon
Your semblance inscribed
On the vastness above
Ushered by the wind
Fear of cold's grip
A turning away
Tell me you love me.
I... love... you.
The revolution...
has a voice, people.
We have Lord O' with us today!
- Golden season
- You son of a glitch.
Borrowed fate
Bidding farewell
Farewell
Tell me you love me.
I love you.
Tell me you love me,
my goddess.
I love you.
Tell me you love me,
my goddess.
I love you.
That... That moon?
Did you see that?
Which land's poet
carries gunpowder?
On which land
do the verses explode?
Which land's fragrance
is venomous?
Which land's stole
is woven wrong?
Which land's bride
has glum eyes?
Which land's melody
sounds like gunshots?
Which land's ruckus
exudes emptiness?
On which land
does a biped limp?
We believe, after all these years
of this brutal war,
it's time to take a step back
and reorient ourselves.
As a civilized elder,
Schirkoa offers peace.
Schirkoa offers generosity.
Schirkoa offers parley.
And make no mistake.
While our doors remain open
to diplomacy,
we will take all measures
to ensure security and safety
of the Schirkoan citizens.
- Hey, Miss 242B?
- It's for me?
We will be restarting
all suspended activities
and in short,
there will be no shortage of supplies.
There is absolutely
no reason to panic.
Thank you.
Tell me you love me.
Hi, hello. Tell me you love me.
Hi. Please tell me you love me.
Here. Over here. I'm here.
Love has you, my child.
Let me know when you've had enough.
I'll take over.
Can I get a bit more wine?
Take it all, my goddess!
You deserve it.
The Intellectuals have blinked first!
Hello kid.
No! No.
Get the motherfucker. Get him!
Kill him!
It's okay.
He is lost.
You should use more leaves.
Don't boil it like a moron.
Frehmi! Enough!
You lost, old man.
Has nobody told you that?
- And what business brings you here?
- He's an assassin!
Warden.
Mr 197A.
Forget vengeance.
Is there anything else you need?
- What the fuck?
- Then just kill me, my goddess.
Perfect!
Shall I order a public execution,
old friend?
With your hands all tied up
under the sun?
Tortured?
Or you prefer getting burnt?
- Ring a bell?
- What do you mean?
Getting too old
to remember your sins, I suppose?
Have you really forgotten that girl?
- What's going on?
- What girl?
He's dangerous.
Let's kill him already.
The... the Anomaly you killed
at the Lord O' Square?
Oh! That girl.
Come on, don't bend the narrative.
- We never killed her.
- What?
We only clipped her wings
as a warning.
She was exiled. Like me.
Exiled?
You didn't kill her?
What's the point in doing that?
She was worthless.
We are not savages anyway.
So, Baldie...
How would you like to die then?
Drown me in a bathtub?
You're a funny old man.
- Frehmi!
- Nah, no more tea for the...
You fucking bitch!
Where was 33F exiled again?
The pilgrimage.
You hear that?
Uprising.
They still want
to take over Schirkoa.
Isn't it all over already?
Look! They just want freedom.
They don't know what they would do
with it afterwards.
I am sure they will want
freedom from freedom later.
Lies.
I guess it's time to take that boat.
Can't you wait a bit more,
my goddess?
Your disappearance
is too big of a scandal to handle.
Maybe one last speech and then
you can happily flush yourself to that...
...the pilgrimage, right?
Pilgrimage!
- Will you be all right?
- What the fuck?
I mean, with all this
rekindled uprising and all.
Ah! Don't worry about it.
It's a routine.
Happens every decade or so.
Political menstruation, I tell you.
Nothing more.
With you I was hoping
to reach a menopause, though.
Lies.
No matter what we do...
...it's going to be
the same thing all over again.
And you really had to say that?
Take care, my goddess.
That was a fine show.
Mord would have been proud.
Someday you gotta teach me
how to fall like that.
So... a fish helped you out?
Yeah. Gave me her boat.
I'm surprised you found your way here.
This is really far.
So this is the actual Lord O'?
People love to see their own reflection
in the O and I don't blame them.
So? What brings you to Heghov?
Do you remember that night?
Of course I do. You taught me
the most important lesson of my life.
What was that?
That if you have sex moments
before committing a suicide
you lose the drive to die
for the rest of your life.
It's hard to forget about that night.
It's funny. I have seen everything
there is to be seen in this world,
and yet a simple scooter ride...
About that day in Schirkoa.
I... I didn't tell them, you know.
I didn't even know
they were gonna burn...
I'm at peace with this.
You should lay your guilt to rest.
We were both very naive back then.
You know, being exiled actually
turned out to be quite a blessing for me.
You mentioned you met Lord O'
the night we met.
Yes.
Were you serious?
Of course I was.
You don't believe he's still alive,
do you?
Of course he's alive.
He just doesn't like this realm.
Which realm did he leave us for?
While our doors remain open
to diplomacy, we...
we will take all measures
to ensure the security and safety
of the Schirkoan citizens.
We will be restarting
all suspended activities
and be ensured
there will be no shortage of supplies.
There's absolutely no reason to panic.
Peace and prosperity
are just around the corner.
Sir? Would you like
to buy a magazine?
What's your name?
Baghead zero.
No titles?
Back in my time
there were no titles, sir.
Are you God?
Would you like to come upstairs?
- Beautiful day.
- Yeah. You seem less anxious.
Who else was here?
There was this young girl,
many years ago.
Wanted to end her life
after seeing me.
Yeah, I know.
You have kids?
No. You've got a few, right?
Two grandsons now.
Lovely little stress balls.
My head hurts.
Anomalies are reversing.
I took you for a Baghead god.
Not an Anomaly god?
Yeah, that too.
It's all higgledy-piggledy, isn't it?
Why Schirkoa?
To each his own, I guess.
It's okay. Take your time.
Perhaps you want to know my age?
Why are you living like this?
In hiding?
Why are you not out there...
saving the world?
Mr 197A,
in case you were wondering,
there were no Anomalies
before the bags.
Suppression is bad enough,
but with hope, it's endurable.
Because if you are tormented
by suppression,
you can still fight back.
But if you are haunted
by your freedom...
then... it's a calamity.