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By what motion do atoms come together to create various things,

and then dissipate?

By what force are they compelled?

What freedom of motion allows them to meander through the vast void?

Nothing returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

My name is Alfred Rott.

Just pay close attention.

I shall explain.

My brothers, before we arrive in the next village,

let me remind you of something important that is easily forgotten.

The hunter lays a snare for his prey,

but is the destiny of the weak it's been slaved.

However, there is no enslavement where a man's soul is free.

Words are merely determined shaping of a man's mouth to assert his will.

Freedom of the body is not our imperative.

If our soul remains free, then we are free.

For our soul is the receptacle where the mass of our body resides.

The more our body suffers, the more joyous our souls will be.

As its freedom will be glorified tenfold.

What is it, Brother Leo?

Brother Giovanni, I drink much water today.

I need to visit a shrub.

Then go.

You're never entirely free of the body, it seems.

Oh, fuck!

Shit!

Ah!

Ah, Mr. Rott. Welcome.

We thought you might have missed our appointment.

Hi.

Here we go. Come on this way.

Excuse me.

Jesus Christ!

Fuck... Simon.

Always the same faces and then the feces.

If you'd, uh, like to take a seat.

Yeah, sure. Yeah, help yourself.

Help yourself. Spread 'em out.

Yeah, yeah, you can have those. Yeah, I've got other ones.

Those are shit.

Alfred, I realize these are only sketches, but...

I think your plans for our new concert hall are impressive.

We're very excited by the prospect

of having you design what will be the most inclusive, yet

outward looking concert hall in Europe.

The... The... concert hall will change the way people not only enjoy the arts,

but also perceive its place in modern life.

Toilets on every level.

Sorry?

On every level.

Toilets, shitters, crappers, john. It's important.

Of course. Are they included in your sketches?

I'm not a plumber.

Mr. Rott, your famous sense of humor.

Well, if we could keep these, I would like to meet you again in a few days,

once we've had a chance to with the local planning authority.

- Pest control. - Sorry?

Rats. Vermin. No cockroaches. Bats. Weevils.

No, no. Local council authorities.

Exactly.

See, the saxophone player is playing the same chords as the piano player.

I don't think they are, Frank.

This is free jazz, baby. They play chords.

It's all chords. People like John Coltrane.

He played chords.

Thelonious Monk, too.

- Played free jazz. - No, he didn't.

Now, this is drumming. Just like Art Blakey.

Played free jazz, too.

Idiot.

Hey, what's your problem, man?

Don't know what you're talking about, pal.

Bullshit. I've got 1,000 records.

Have you? Have you ever listened to any of them?

- What do you think? - Of course you haven't.

- Yeah, watch it, mate. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck off.

Baby, he's right. Monk didn't play free jazz. That was later.

It's okay, Katie. I know... I know jazz.

Your boyfriend's a bit of a blow hard, isn't he, sweetheart?

Come to my hotel later. Meet you in the lobby, all above board.

The Phoenicia.

Are you kidding me? You're like 70 years old, man.

Alfred Rott, room 173.

You don't know shit, pal.

Listen to your girlfriend. You might learn something.

GPs has reported an increase in cases of malaria in the last few months,

advising those most at risk to warrant anti-malaria medication.

This follows the death earlier this year of American actor, Leos Kaminski.

who'd just completed shooting a film in Malta.

The Ministry of Health has ordered additional supplies

and will continue to monitor the situation.

A Malta man recalled in court on Wednesday how his 87 year old neighbor

put a double barrel gun against his forehead for passing

the spot which he considered as his own private parking spot.

Come on.

Can I help you?

You sad old bastard.

Adds up perfectly.

It's not a matter of sums that's concerning us.

- The figures are good. - And your remuneration is reasonable.

We can handle it.

- Uh-huh. - The problem is, well...

Alfred, it's the sexual connotations...

The problem with your second draft sketches, Alfred, is that, um,

you have to remember this is a concert hall

that's funded by the fourth wealthiest family in Europe.

And although they are very liberal people,

we feel your sketches will be too much for them.

Too much, Alfred.

I thought the Europeans like sex.

It's not about that.

There's an architectural erection on every street corner.

It's not a matter of liberalism either.

It's a question of their family name, Alfred.

They would never in a million years put their name

to a concert hall that resembled a woman's vagina.

How did you know it's a woman's pussy?

Hmm?

It's not a vagina,

a pudendum, a mons pubis. Look again.

Go, look. Look again.

It's the southernmost tip of western Australia,

a natural rock formation, oblong in shape

with a feather-like pattern, a foam, and sea anemone clinging to it.

Are you calling me a fucking fool?

- Alfred, no one is calling you... - A cunt?

- Okay, that's enough now, please. - No, I'm sorry.

You're, you're quite right. I do apologize. I...

I slept very badly last night, you see.

Well, it's the toilet in my hotel room.

The turd, it keeps coming back up.

I flush it, it goes away, comes back up.

Flush, come back up...

It actually puts me in mind of you, actually.

Are you related in any way?

We'll call you later today, Mr. Rott.

Anything happen about those, uh, concert tickets you promised me?

Bye.

Sir, this is a private residence.

Black, round, and beige.

Sir, this is the Belgian consulate.

You're obviously at the wrong address.

Harlem Airshaft.

May I see your invitation, Sir?

Welcome, Mr. Rott.

Miss Monika will look after you.

Good evening, Mr. Rott. My name is Monika.

We're pleased you could join us this evening.

Monika. Is that your moniker, Monika?

Your phone please, sir.

Good evening, sir.

May I offer you a drink?

- I'll have a whiskey. - Of course, sir.

Would you like a Cohiba Behike, sir?

One of the world's finest cigars.

No, thank you.

- Enjoy your evening, sir. - Sure.

- You called me Miss Monika. - Yes.

Again.

- Give me your hand. - Pardon?

Give me your hand.

You must try harder.

My Lord, today I have been reborn

in the first delights of a new life.

And would that my size convince you that reborn

I languish and die for you.

And that dying or living, ever I adore you.

What's your name?

You'll know me by Poppea.

Come with me, my friend.

I'll make clear to you my woeful plight.

Be it the same as your fancy.

So Venus is teasing with images.

And lovers can't satisfy the flesh.

However, they devour each other with the eye.

So, who are you?

I, a most noble lady,

mistress of Nero.

Would you like to fuck my pussy,

or do you prefer me to suck your cock?

Uh, hang on a minute.

Just give me a moment here, will you, sweetheart?

Come on.

Can we go somewhere else?

Of course. There are other rooms.

No, I mean... I mean, away from this house,

somewhere else.

I can't leave the premises.

Why not?

I'm here to pleasure you in any way you desire.

We can be joined by another lady if you like.

No, it's all right.

Forget it.

I'm not gonna...

I need to get some fresh air. Excuse me.

Yeah.

Do you want to join me?

Of course, Mr. Rott.

So, you can cut all that out now. Thanks.

Give yourself a break.

I'm fine.

I hope you don't mind me asking,

but are you an architect?

I am, but I've been called worse.

And did you design the psychiatric hospital in Leipzig?

- You know that? - Of course.

Not a single right angle.

Well, nobody likes being boxed in, do they?

Especially the insane.

You also designed the new EU Parliament

after the old one got burnt down.

Yeah, that one I regret.

And it's what got me here tonight.

Why do you suppose the old EU Parliament got burnt down?

Symbolic.

In a way, I agree.

Bringing back borders.

Empires have got a bad rap over the years.

But isn't the EU an Empire?

I don't think people should be turned away when they're in need of help.

Sometimes it's the best thing for 'em.

Too much sympathy is bad for brotherhood.

We don't really care.

We care about ourselves caring for those who suffer.

Otherwise, we'd all have refugees sleeping on our living room floors, wouldn't we?

But if we don't help them, who will?

Red Cross.

It's the Agricultural Revolution that fucked everything up.

I think we were better off when we were hunter-gatherers.

- Come. - Where?

Wait. I forgot to give you this invitation.

It's from a very special friend of mine.

He would be honored if you were to accept.

Now take the right, then left, and go.

Thank you, Poppea.

Mr. Rott, I see you've found us.

The Grand Duke is waiting.

Right.

Mr. Rott.

I'm so glad you accepted my invitation.

Now, isn't that a beautiful...

and quite unique artefact, don't you think?

You see, compared to other material, porcelain was far superior.

Even on the coldest day of winter,

you had no problem warming it up.

Just place it in your armpit for half a minute,

then, voila, it's ready.

What, the Ming dynasty?

Nah, actually earlier. Song dynasty.

I think it's their only lasting contribution to world peace.

Mm.

We, at "r-a-r-bee-gee", admit that we're a bunch of shameless sobtietell thiewes.

You don't mind... There are some drawings.

Hang on. Hang on a minute.

Let's get something straight here,

right at the outset.

I'm an architect, not a builder.

Of course not. You're a visionary, Mr. Rott.

This project needs someone to elevate it

into a whole new dimension.

if there's an element of a job that I'm not comfortable with,

I'm going to tell you.

Yeah, I'm counting on it.

'Cause I hear you're very blunt.

Oh, you've met Francesca.

Who?

Francesca. At the party.

Francesca? Oh, you mean Poppea. Mm.

Poppea? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Poppea was beaten and kicked to death

by her beloved husband, Nero.

No, no, no, no. Francesca is, uh... Yeah, she's more a Nero than a Poppea,

I must say.

She spoke very highly of your friendship.

They all do, but this girl, she's clever.

She's ruthless.

She might even inherit my title one day.

Who knows?

This island is full of surprises, Mr. Rott.

Full of surprises.

Mm.

This is Alfred Rott.

Hi, Alfred. It's Lucy from the Arts Council.

Just a follow up on my earlier message

about interviewing you for my book.

Let's catch up soon. Bye.

Hi, Alfred. It's Lucy from the Arts Council.

Just a follow up on my earlier message

about interviewing you for my book.

Let's catch up soon. Bye.

Dear Lord, I ask view something naive,

so that in your goodness and wisdom,

you may grant me a wish so selfish

as my desire to meet a leper.

A leper, so I may kiss him on his lips...

His fettered, rotten lips pressed against mine.

And with this, I might learn to love

the most pitiful creature in existence.

No matter how hard I try to love every living creature,

I somehow cannot bring myself to

look at a leper's disgusting condition.

Indeed. God made us all from the same elements,

but with a different composition.

So it is only the composition that separates us.

May you grant me with the presence of a leper, Dear Lord.

May his composition be the most repulsive imaginable.

I shall repay your kindness tenfold.

There are design flaws,

all sorts of different manner of problems,

but... Look, I'm intrigued.

Tell me. Look, I may be mistaken,

but are you asking me to design for you a mausoleum?

You're right, Mr. Rott.

I'm asking you to design a mausoleum.

Well, that would be a first.

Ah.

Look, you do realize, don't you,

that a stonemason could design

and build this whole thing for you for a fraction of the cost?

I need no craftsman, all right?

I need a visionary like yourself, Mr. Rott.

Yeah, but I don't do domestic.

I don't go anywhere near it.

I don't touch it.

Right, right.

But there's something about your invitation

that intrigued me enough to come here and meet you.

It's not the proposed fee, is it?

- No. No. - No.

All right.

You're afraid that no one will ever see your masterpiece.

- Quite the contrary, perhaps. - Hmm.

Look, this is obviously a very personal thing to you,

assuming that it's your mausoleum.

You're right again, Mr. Rott.

It is my mausoleum.

All right. But I'm gonna need more time then.

What's the fuckin' matter with m? I don't...

Look, I'm breaking my own golden rule here.

Look, I think I should get to know you better.

That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mr. Rott.

Right.

So, stay a few more days here on the island and then decide.

- Yes, sounds reasonable. - Shall we meet again,

let's say three days from now, Tuesday?

Yeah, Tuesday's fine.

The World Health Organization has expressed concern

that the new strain of malaria currently sweeping the Mediterranean

could be resistant to most medication.

Would you like a glass of water?

No. I'm all right, thanks.

Sorry?

You know, little mosquito.

- They are everywhere. - Right.

Alright, come on then. What you got?

Do you create buildings to challenge people's perceptions?

Well, that depends.

Sometimes. And others, you just wanna make sure the lighting works

and the corners are efficient.

Efficient? What do you mean?

I do what you want me to do.

You can make that happen?

Well, I try to make that happen. Yeah.

And what if you don't make that happen?

Well, then you see the trying,

and not the doing.

The trying, and not the doing.

Huh.

Did you get that?

Yeah. I get that.

You do, because everybody does.

And sometimes,

situation arises where none of that shit applies,

then you have to challenge your own perceptions, and that's a bit unsettling actually.

Particularly, when you're an intractable arsehole like I am.

I don't think you're intractable.

Oh, right. Oh, right.

As I was drawn deeper into the grand Duke's world,

I had the uncomfortable feeling of looking into a mirror,

and wondering who, or what, was looking back at me.

Huh.

Mr. Rott!

Eksploseeve-skaal was here.

What happens to our shadows when the sun sets? Do you know?

No. Most don't even give it a second thought. Do they?

No. Shadows, they disappear

to reappear in the morning perhaps.

But, you know what? Shadows don't disappear when the sun sets.

They hide inside of us,

waiting for the right moment,

to take us hostage.

Or to drag us in, to an abyss of darkness.

Enter...

Dolly! No, Dino!

Now, Mr. Rott,

have a look.

Which one of us is real?

Which one of us is cloned?

Can you tell which one?

Well, I'm assuming it's not you.

Aah.

You see, Mr. Rott. I thought that Deter

would be perfect, like an inspiration

while you're, you know, considering the design of my mausoleum.

All right, thank you.

I'll bear it in mind.

What a coincidence.

The same year malaria was discovered,

a sewage system that could separate human feces

from drinking water was invented

by some regular guy, in Omaha, Nebraska. Huh?

That doesn't sound right to me.

Well, I saw it on the History Channel, Mr. Rott.

Quite.

What about music?

Do you like music, Mr. Rott?

I like music. Yeah.

You see, I would like to take you to my theater.

There's a beautiful performance

that I think you would enjoy.

You can leave any time you like. No offense taken.

I'm not trying to impress you.

No, I didn't think you were doing that.

Hmm.

Yeah.

So, my mausoleum...

I assume you're interested?

Well. You know...

Weather's agreeable, isn't it?

I've always liked a challenge.

Anyway, I've already started.

You have?

That's fantastic news, Mr. Rott.

Everybody raise your glasses.

Good. And I would like to propose a toast

to the greatest architect that has ever walked this earth,

Mr. Alfred Rott. Cheers!

Can we turn the music up?

Put the music up.

You mind?

- What? What? Oh... No. - A little dance.

- Just to two bars. - No, no, please...

Hey. Close your eyes. Close your eyes, everybody.

One of your favorite songs.

Get in here.

Just one, please.

Dear Lord, you have delivered me my wish.

Dear sister,

your heart accuses you,

but God is greater than your heart.

What do you know of it?

You have no idea how I suffer.

God grants you peace, sister.

My body is a repulsive river of pus and blood.

I have no peace.

There is time for this to happen,

for peace to come to you.

I have no time, nor patience.

I am bereft of both.

God has all the patience in the world, sister.

He waits for you with open arms.

We are made of the same stuff, you and I.

Only our composition differs.

What do you mean?

Our composition only masks who we really are.

I see who you really are.

I see your eternal suffering

and your patience.

God sees it, too, and he loves you for it.

I am so angry. I cannot see love anywhere.

My heart is an iron cage with no key.

God loves you, sister,

as I love you.

All of you.

I've seen her for who she truly is.

Come on.

That's it.

Oh, fuck!

Listen, trust me on this. I'm your director, okay?

What you're doing is wonderful. It is.

I can see it, and so will the audience.

Can you see that I'm fat as well?

Oh, Leons, you're not fat. You've got this robe on.

Saint Francis was poor.

How could he be fat?

Listen. We're doing, er, an interpretation of his life.

This is not some sort of religious doctrine.

Yeah. Look, I understand, but, I don't know.

The scene with the female leper,

It just felt wrong doing it.

Our movie is very respectful, and your performance is great.

I was gonna do head space from the start, but...

I don't know.

Fucking mosquito bites!

They're all over me.

So I'm reading this new scene.

The one I was telling you about.

In the scene, Saint Francis is...

He's concealed behind this screen, okay?

- So the audience can't see him. Right? - Sure. Right.

- He does his sermon to the birds. Saint Clara. - Sure.

We see him, right. But he's obscured.

This translucent cloth, it doesn't exist. It's history.

So, are you behind the screen, or are you in front of the screen?

No, no, no, no. It doesn't matter.

It's not about the image.

It's about challenging perceptions.

It's only the words of a truth.

- Yeah? - Yeah!

What do you think?

It's good! It's very good.

It's perfect.

- Should we do it? - Yeah, absolutely. We should do it.

I'll have to check the schedule,

but it's perfect. No, really. Wow.

Because we're making a movie, right?

- Oh, yeah. We are, absolutely. - Yeah. Making a movie?

Oh, absolutely. We're making a movie.

Set. And...

Action!

I cannot count on both hands

the number of birds in this tree,

and yet, they sing as one.

Dear creatures,

God has blessed you with the ability to sing

the most beautiful song in the world, and yet you cannot speak.

You cannot sow or reap, and yet

God has provided the worm for you to feed upon.

For this, you are forever beholding to him.

Forget not the sin...

Forget not the sin of the ingratitude,

and forever sing the praises of God.

Forget not the sin of the ingratitude,

and forever sing the praises of God.

Forget not the sin of ingratitude.

Forget not the sin of ingratitude

and forever sing the praises of God.

Cut there.

Are you okay?

I need a fresh towel.

Something cold, I'm burning!

You need to see a doctor.

No, you know what I have.

It's not gonna be cured by a visit from a doctor.

You were in a terrible state. Look at you.

What I need is a visit from Dr. Crippen.

Who can tear the flesh from my body,

my sickly body.

Now, what you need is some antibiotics.

That should sort you out.

Unless, of course, you've got a serious illness.

I'm ill, but never serious.

In fact, I've got around 90 more days to live.

Ninety days?

Yeah, give or take.

Well, look, obviously, I'm deeply sorry about that,

but, I can't possibly do this job in that amount of time.

You're worthless. Get the hell outta here.

How much time do you need, Mr. Rott?

Well, it's just impossible to say.

I've just know for a fact that I cannot design and build

from scratch, a mausoleum in 90 days!

Right, right. So, I can abstain from alcohol,

I can abstain from tobacco, red meats.

That would add three, four more weeks

to my life expectancy. If that would help you.

Look, I have no idea. What...

What's your condition, exactly?

Malaria.

Look, obviously, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty certain

that malaria is curable these days.

There's no reason why you should be suffering like this.

This is a new type of malaria.

This is like a deadly virus from Africa.

The experts have never seen anything like it before.

It's like a hybrid of the virus.

It's a killer.

Right, right.

Listen, okay

Right, I'll finish what I've started.

On one proviso, you see a doctor.

- And maybe get a second... - That's very good news, Mr. Rott.

Can we agree, then, to finish the job in 90 days?

Well, I don't know.

Look, I can't perform miracles.

Anyway, they don't turn out that well.

All right.

Well, at least you can create my sarcophagus and

then you can always build around it, right?

Well, let's see

Shut up!

- Do you hear... - What?

- There... - Ah, shit!

It's a mosquito!

Who are you, stranger?

Are you lost?

Mother.

Valentina?

How is this possible?

This is the work of Satan.

No, Mother, it was the work of a man.

Blaspheme.

You blaspheme.

No, Mother, it's true.

Impossible.

It's true. I promise you.

A man performed a miracle

and cured me of leprosy.

Mother, I do not lie.

It was the work of a man, as plain as day.

Lord, God, cast this woman out of this place.

She speaks the language of Satan.

There's only one Lord, Jesus Christ, and none

shall be his pretender.

- Please. - Out!

- Please, Mother. - Get out!

You are not my daughter.

Out!

Get out!

Dear God,

you've sent me today a man

who cured me of my bodily ills.

And, yet, now, I suffer only more.

Why have you disavowed me so?

Well, how do we proceed, Mr. Ross?

It depends.

All right. On what?

On what is required.

What's necessary.

And who decides what's necessary?

The work tells you.

Pastor Klein and I have to understand each other.

Now, you asked me about how I work.

Just, turn the page

All right.

Yeah, another one. Another one.

My masterpiece, apparently.

I can't comment on that, but that's what people say.

Well, what I do know is that

the birth rate in Beaumont, Texas, increased by 12%

in the two years following its completion.

Hmm.

I gave them what they needed, not what they wanted.

The Mausoleum of Halicarnassus was completely destroyed

by an earthquake in Turkey in the 15th century.

And many buildings like these that could suffer the same fate

without making the faintest difference to humanity.

As long as my mausoleum stands,

I'm happy, Mr. Rott.

Well, gods have a way of reminding us who's in charge.

You know, I was once made an extremely lucrative offer

for my plan for the new Colossus of Rhodes.

Oh, yeah. What happened?

Well, I accepted their down payment with gratitude.

I never heard from them again.

Why not?

Well, my plans involved complex mechanics,

whereby the Colossus would straddle both sides of the harbor.

Doesn't sound too complex.

No, that it wasn't.

When boats would go under the Colossus,

it would either shit, or not shit.

Poor man's fishing vessel?

It would not shit,

Oligarch's superyachts? It would shit.

Oh, it was a joke.

But did they get it? Of course, not.

Are you all right?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Good, good.

This is 5000 years and it's still here.

Did you know, I first came to these temples when I was 19.

Still trying to come to terms with it.

The line,

so perfect.

Yeah

It's intimidating, huh?

And inspiring.

Are you struggling to find its purpose,

this mausoleum?

I am.

He's fucking crazy.

Are you mad, too?

Can't ask a mad person if they're mad.

Sobtietells are stowlen from Op3nSobtietells dot o-ar-gee.

You're not crazy.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Are you all right?

I'll get you some water.

Here, have some water, here.

Here.

All right?

I'm good, thanks.

I hope you're not getting ill.

We need to finish your book,

don't we, before I leave?

Do you think we'll ever do this again?

I... I don't know...

I think, you're a very generous lover.

That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me for a long time.

I don't believe that.

You don't...

mind about the

age difference thing, then? You don't?

No.

No.

Ah, fuck, shit! Fucking shit!

Ah, crap.

Yeah. You're making it worse.

No, no, that's just, ugh...

No, not in the bin.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Look, sorry. It's... it's all right.

I think I should go, actually.

It's caused by a parasite spread by the female mosquito.

Do I get medicine?

I'll write out a prescription for you for malaria tablets.

It's, uh, quite an aggressive strain,

but, we're ordering extra supplies from the UK.

Okay.

You look familiar.

Yeah, we shot a movie here a few weeks ago.

Patron Saint Francis of Assisi.

Comedy.

You can button up your shirt.

How are you feeling today?

If this is going to be your last suit, sir, let's make it special.

Quinine concentrate.

That's it. Thank you, sir.

Good day.

See you later.

There.

Out!

My feet's sticking out!

Master, he is taking advantage of you.

He's robbing you blind. He's created a monstrosity.

It's not fit.

The Grand Duke, please, Master.

Shut up. Shut up.

Looks like a public toilet, your mausoleum.

He's one of the greatest!

It's not too late to change your mind.

You haven't even signed a contract with him.

Jerome, I'm not much longer for this Earth.

So, please get out.

Piss off!

What's the name of your mother, Alfred?

Gladys.

What's the name of Gladys' mother?

Nancy.

Do you know the name of Nancy's mother?

I don't know.

Yeah. Yeah.

Two generations from now, no one will know our names.

You know, it's like early morning and he's standing by a door.

The sun's reflecting something, bounces off the floor.

Seems to last forever.

It penetrates your eye.

It's just a particle,

you know, in an orbit.

It's a universal sigh.

You know that your life will never be the same again.

No, never again your life will be same.

Okay.

This is a so exciting, Alfred.

Careful. Careful.

Yeah, right.

- Okay. - Can I look?

No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just still. All right.

Okay, now.

- Yeah? - Yeah, go on.

Your mausoleum

is constructed entirely from local limestone.

is made in lead, from an organic membrane in which you'll be placed.

The sarcophagus is also slightly perforated,

so your decomposing body will fertilize the specimen that you selected.

Restricted sunlight combined with a nutrient rich soil

that your decomposing body will provide,

should result in an exceptionally healthy, peach tree.

Here. Alfred?

Are you telling me you're going to turn me into a tree?

Well...

I tried to give you a useful death.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

I saw the doctor a few weeks ago, but I'm getting worse.

Anyway, I just hope our movie makes a difference to someone.

Okay, bye.

Freedom of the body is not our imperative.

If our soul remains free, then we are free,

for our soul is the receptacle where the mass of our body resides.

The more of our body suffers,

the more joyous our souls will be.

As this freedom will be glorified tenfold.

You're never entirely free of the body, it seems.

Fly.

Yes.

Here. Here.

- Okay? - Yeah. I'm sorry.

- No, no. - Please, continue.

A young boy entered a large empty house one day,

by the only door available.

It closed behind him, making escape impossible.

Ahead of him is a long, narrow corridor

and, eventually, he came to a point

where the boy found himself in a limitless room

without ceilings or walls.

You run free there.

Surrounded by puzzles,

distractions, romances.

Boy became a man, man became a thinker.

The thinker, both brilliant and selfish,

commenced to ruin his physical being

in a way unimaginable to most.

The boy was taken by force into a tiny cell,

and allowed to make the acquaintance of his own conscience,

which was an uncomfortable bed fellow

for the next 40 days and 40 nights.

Underfed, wallowing in his own shite...

the man eventually emerged.

His spirit was cleansed.

His mission was clear.

The walls no longer caused harm or fear.

You know...

I'm not really a duke.

Yeah, I figured that.

You know it's my nom de coeur.

Suits you.

All these people working for me,

I don't know if they exist or not.

I've been living in a dream.

What can I say?

You don't have to say anything.

I hope you've enjoyed your time here with me, Alfred.

I'll let you know when it's over.

By the way,

your money's over there, underneath the dildo.

This is a public service announcement.

A state of emergency has been declared in response to the malaria epidemic.

Residents are urged to leave Malta using any available transport.

One hundred euro. Gas masks!

One hundred euro. Gas masks!

Gas masks! Madam, gas masks.

For your daughter. For the child!

This was the obscure death

of the man who called himself The Grand Duke of Corsica.

He lived and died on an island of his own fantasy,

as infinite as his mind could imagine.

What part I played in this story I cannot tell you.

Only time will reveal how my pillars of salt and marble,

my temples of imagination are remembered.

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