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I'm calling on behalf of Dino Davis,
He is flying to our Stockholm office now.

We want to make sure
that you have received the DVD we sent you.

He has been called
one of the most depraved, questioned

and influential writers ever.

Bob Singleton,
You have been called many things over the years.

Anarchist, blasphemer, even pornographer.

- Fake. Crazy.
- Crazy too?

After your debut novel "Kåt ungdom"
There were 22 assassination attempts...

- 23.
- 23 attempted murders.

Now we find you here, on a distant and,
honestly, even more dangerous place.

You live next door to a radiation zone.

Tell me, Bob. What drew you here?

The simple life.

You understand,
to be able to create outstanding works

you have to put yourself
in an extraordinary state of mind.

You can't tell a story.
without experiencing it yourself.

That's the truth, young people.
That's the fucking truth.

YEAR 2004

KALAMAZOO HERALD NEWSPAPER
STOCKHOLM OFFICE

No, no, no.

No, it's not the Kalamazoo Herald.

That's how the old-fashioned ones are,
The boring fucking costumed gnomes' media does.

Have you read the newspaper? Seen our programs?

We are daredevils.
We go where others don't have access.

Put the North Korean with the AK-47 on
the cover, in whatever way the hell you want on the back.

Oh my God, Turan. Come here!

- Brother, how I've missed you.
- The same.

Show your palms. Are you still
horny on the plane? How many times?

- Two.
- Save the gunpowder.

I'm saving all week,
Then I invite you.

Sonja, this is my best friend
in this sick world.

- Sonja.
- Turan. Turan Hiram.

- Do you want to see my work samples?
- Yes, I want to.

Who has cigarettes?
I have to smoke, damn it! Fine, thank you.

- Do you know how these things work?
- No, I don't.

It's easy, tuck it in the back of your pants.

Pull up the small cord under the shirt,
You put this one up here.

I'm Gemma, by the way.
I am one of the cinematographers on the trip.

- I'm Sonja, I'm an illustrator.
- Shouldn't she be a presenter?

You said I would illustrate, right?

- I've never been a program host before.
- You're going to be great. Look at you.

- What the hell is going on with the mic?
- Sorry, I don't know...

It's not your job. Are you thirsty?
Would you like a whiskey?

- Gin and tonic.
- So sophisticated.

A gin and tonic here
and a vodka and soda for me.

Are you nervous? Do you want medicine?

Okay.

Okay. The sound is working.

The camera is rolling.

Okay, buddy. We're on.
The Scandinavian office with Kalazoom...

One more time. Back up.

You see, I'm nervous too.

Okay, let's go.

We're going from the Kalamazoo Herald
in Scandinavia to a remote location.

Or what?
We're going to the radioactive zone of Kazakhstan.

Yes, you judgmental bastards. We had a drink,
because we don't understand how it will work.

We are the first journalists
who come to IRAS,

Institute of Radiation, Science and
art. The world's greatest thinkers live there,

but we don't give a damn about them, we care about
What is hidden behind the wall?

What's behind the shit?
We've heard the rumors. Come.

Herds of radioactive centaurs.

- What do you think? Are they real?
- I don't think they're centaurs.

Shit, they're mutant mules.

I want to see real fucking mutants.

- I'm here with Sonja Schmidt who is...
- Artist.

Sure, you're an artist, but you're also...

- A human.
- Yes, she really is a human being.

She also happens to be a relative of Arno...
Damn, I'm completely lost. We'll take it over.

You. Everything's okay. Come on.

Are you ready?

I am standing here with Sonja Schmidt, relative
to the late author Arno Schmidt.

Pure Homer for Bob Singleton,
who invited us into the zone.

- You know Bob Singleton, right?
- Yes, he won the Nobel Prize.

Yes, but tell me about your great-uncle.
Who is Arno Schmidt?

He was a German writer
from Germany, which...

Sorry, I don't know...

A German writer from Germany? We got
with Bob Singleton wanting to meet her.

Did you get the centaurs? Good.

- Dino, you came!
- Hello.

- I'm not allowed to come in with the cigarette.
- You need to put down the cigarette.

I won't say it again. Put it down.

Why? He can buy the whole place.

- Am I good now? Can I come in?
- Welcome.

I have to make the poster.
I have some really cool ideas.

Certainly.

Yes.

- Hi, how are you?
- Good, thank you.

I don't know.

How are you?
Big fan of your empire. Big.

He is a musician,
You should give him a contract.

I make electronic music.
DJ Hell from Berlin is awesome.

- From Munich, actually.
- Yes, that's right. Here, take my card.

- "Selling ear candy to the nation."
- Yes, that's my thing.

I'm also a big fan of yours.

Yes.

I'm not drunk, you know.

This does not affect my work.

Come on, you should go to bed. Come on.

Come and lie down.

Come on.

So you're a lesbian?

- And?
- Are you bisexual?

- Do you sleep with men?
- Yes.

That was nice to hear.

Calm down, I'm not lying.
with people I work with. I promise.

What radio stations do you have?
I want to hear a love ballad.

We have Quiet Favorites and...

I don't know what the hell you're saying.
Just put on a ballad.

- Do you live here?
- Yes, this is where I live. Okay, bye.

- Hello there. What's "hello"?
- Sorry, I'm just so tired.

But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

- Yes.
- Okay.

See you tomorrow, princess. Close the door.

In order to create outstanding works, you must
one achieves an extraordinary state of mind.

Outstanding...

...state of mind.

It sounds like they are taking advantage of you.

I know, but I still take advantage of them.
This is a big chance for me, Sina.

How can that be a big chance? Explain.

I'm going to illustrate for the Kalamazoo Herald.
A million people can do it.

I will illustrate the poster,
No one my age has done that.

If you want to become an illustrator
Could you apply to an art school?

Don't you get it? Art schools don't teach you anything.

- Sonja, I just want you to be happy.
- I'm happy, Sina. Very happy.

- You are my only sister.
- The train is coming now, I can't talk.

- Sonia, wait.
- Goodbye.

- Tack.
- Go ahead.

- Everything okay?
- Yes.

You, everyone here is doing everything possible. No one does
just one thing. No one is just a journalist.

- Hope you're not disappointed.
- No.

The cameras have to roll steadily and capture everything.
gold. We must be true to reality.

Yes, I understand exactly.

- I actually drew it.
- Do you?

- Yes.
- Oh my God. She drew the cover.

- I was four.
- And? It's beautiful.

It's so artistic. The more I look,
the more I see. Great.

- What did your great-uncle think?
- I don't know, I never met him.

So...

Okay, don't tell that at IRAS.

- So you didn't know him?
- No, I...

My sister did it,
but she's much older and German, so...

- What is she doing?
- She's a therapist.

Damn. We got it good.

I make people stars.
I'll make them gods, Sonja.

You can become huge, you know that?

- Do you think so?
- I know.

- You haven't even seen my work samples.
- That's it.

Right now you are here.

But you can end up there.

Become a hero.

I'm serious, become a hero.

My little sister.

My little Pippi Longstocking.

What are you doing here?

Why is he such a great writer?

- Let's have another glass. Or?
- Sure.

SOVIET KAZAKHSTAN
AFTER THE HOT DAYS

Okay, Major Pluvus.

Dino Davis of the Kalamazoo Herald,
Nice to finally meet.

Miss Schmidt. On radiation and
On behalf of the Art Institute, I welcome you.

Your uncle's work means a lot.
for Mr. Singleton.

You are an honored guest.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Yes.

Follow me.

- Come on, let's go!
- What the hell is that?

I asked Gemma, our second cameraman...
Excuse me, camerawoman,

- Go into the system...
- Systembolaget.

...in Stockholm and buy alcohol.

We bought all the booze, because there is
no vodka in Kazakhstan anymore.

- The land the gods abandoned.
- The land the gods abandoned.

Come on, Gemma. You can do it. VIP!

We remember when the Cold War got hot.

- Hotter than hotter.
- Go ahead, tell me about it, Sonja.

A Soviet atomic bomb was shot down by the United States

and exploded in Kazakhstan,
which devastated a large area.

An area the size of all of fucking Texas.

When they evacuated it was very hot,
that's why it's called "the hot days".

"Hotter than hotter", it was so strange.
You're starting to get it.

You, then? What did you do?
during those historic days?

- Don't film me!
- Excuse me, sir.

Sonja, try looking into my camera.
I'm a first-time photographer, so...

There it is. The wall.

The only thing that protects us
from the most radioactive place on earth.

Behind it, centaurs gallop in harmony
and hold each other's hands and hooves.

There are no centaurs in the Zone,
You'll see for yourself soon.

MILITARY AREA, DEADLY VIOLENCE ALLOWED
PHOTOGRAPHY PROHIBITED

Tack.

Aren't you going to ask what it is first?

You're crazy, girl! I love it.

You, by the way. Sign there,
initial there and check there. Yes, there.

- What is it?
- Iodine, it helps against radiation.

I meant...

- Here.
- Good. Thank you.

Since we opened in 1958, over 120 geniuses have

from both the Soviet Union and the United States
lived in the residence.

One more thing.
Nobel laureate Singleton unfortunately has

announced that he did not want to be disturbed.

- Wait, he wanted to meet Sonja, right?
- Yes, but he's writing a new short novel.

That was really sad.
My fucking youth idol doesn't show up.

It's starting well.

Is it time for Geiger counters?

Does it work?

No, no. Later.

You will be checked.
in the Soviet sector.

- Good evening. It's an honor to meet you.
- The same.

So you live and work here?

- Are you a researcher, or...
- I'm not a scientist.

I am Professor Schukovsky,
the world's best scientist.

Open your mouth, please.

We need to take more tests on you.

What are you looking for?

We need to know
that you are healthy enough for the radiation.

Lie down. You can lie down.

What is your blood type? Your blood type.

Okay, we'll find out.

I don't believe that you
can work creatively in a team.

I admire them.

...our Russian comrades.

She really admires you.

How have you seen my works, I haven't...

You have talent in your blood.

You are the most sacred thing to me,
It is an honor to be in your presence.

You can sign the book.

Should I write?
My uncle's name or mine?

- Write both.
- Okay.

Dedicate it to Bob Singleton. "With love."

- Sure, of course.
- Write what feels right.

- How are you feeling?
- Royal, and the hangover is gone.

It's because we've circulated your blood.

Choose one.

This.

Sergeant Barcoff will get back to you.

This is a matter of life and death.

When you are outside the vehicles in the Zone

you must always wear protective equipment,

otherwise the radiation will enter the skeleton.

Any questions?

Yes, I have a question.
How much junk do you have stored here?

We don't have any.

Cell phones, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. I appreciate it.
that you put your phone down so carefully.

Welcome to the Zone.

Is this it?

Everything is just fucking white.

Did you bring your own meter?

It takes a lot for animals to mutate,
the values they gave us are not enough.

Fuck off.

- What? I just...
- We've talked about this. Shut up.

- I'm just saying...
- Say less, for fuck's sake.

Sergeant Barcoff? Dino till Barcoff.

- Bar here.
- Can we take an overview picture from the mountain?

Unfortunately not, there is a risk of landslides.

Okay. Thank you, Barcoff.

Pale fucking sperm gargles.

We will camp here and continue tomorrow.

Bullshit shocks Schassen.

Now we're going. Be on the lookout.
We are the Kalamazoo Herald.

When I go outside, my body tingles,

but is it the radiation,
or just nervousness?

Follow me to the safe zone.

Search the area.

The New York Times and the Washington Post,
Those amateurs have never made it here.

- We did it, you idiot!
- Gemma, you're in the picture. What are you doing? Huh?

- Sorry, I didn't see you.
- Go charge your batteries or something.

Go.

- Okay, everyone. We did it.
- Legendary.

These are the first pictures
from the forbidden zone being released.

- We are writing history.
- Team Kalamazoo!

Wow, what a great picture.

- Geez.
- Look at you.

- Didn't you get a patch?
- No.

- What did they do during your examination?
- Not much, they just took my temperature.

Okay... They circulated all my blood.

- What does that even mean?
- I don't know. Why are they so obsessed with me?

Or my great-uncle.

And...

Hey, I've been meaning to ask you something.

Don't get it wrong now,
but are you getting paid to be here?

No, not directly.

- Not at all?
- No.

- So you're doing it for the exposure?
- Yes.

It will be good exposure.

Yes, and I'll make sure
that I will be the one to make the poster.

You certainly do.

If he doesn't choose one of my photos
in front of your illustrations.

- Just so you know.
- Okay.

The wind is blowing from the southeast today,

so the radiation level is extra high.

On this plateau you will get
a good view of the surroundings.

- No, not right away.
- Yes. Great fun.

- He's babysitting for us.
- It's just a fucking spectacle.

- Yes.
- Or what?

Barcoff, we are here to see
The impact site, that's what we want to see.

The road is diverted for a reason.

That's it for sure.

Can I have just Dino and Sonja?
Go out of the picture.

Damn it, give us some space.
Let the artist paint.

13,400... 500... You bastards.

Without the suits we would be dead.
in a couple of days, without a doubt.

Are you worried?

- Maybe.
- I'm worried.

We need to get a picture of a deformed animal,
We can't go home empty-handed.

I'm going up here! Can you come here?

I think Barcoff is into me.

Yeah? Barcoff would fuck a pile of gravel
if he found a hole small enough.

I mean, maybe I
can convince him to take a detour.

Come here, my illustrator.

You can fix this.

- How hot it is.
- Yes, it's very hot.

Yes, I just wanted to thank you.
for taking such good care of us.

I feel so safe with you.

But we would like to see
Mutated animals or something.

I would like to help you,
but I'm just following orders.

Pluvus doesn't need to know anything.

Please?

There might be something.

- Careful. Give me your hand.
- Tack.

So.

Where.

We call it the puppy.

Oj.

Awesome.

Now you can show me some real animals.

Who says
that there are any real animals here?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to...
- Your arm!

- The glove!
- Damn it! It's no danger.

- The radiation, then?
- The radiation here is not that high.

That is an exception.

- I guess I have to go back.
- Yes... No. No, stop!

Don't say a word about what just happened!
Roger?

- Did you live in London? Did you work for me?
- Yes.

- I often hung out at that bar.
- Lights Last? That's my barbecue restaurant.

Do you own it too? Awesome.
That's where Matthias and I met.

- Is he your boyfriend?
- My ex. We're divorced, it's sad.

Well? Damn, how sad.
You know you're going to get to take a picture of the poster, right?

Barcoff massaged my back.

- I was really scared.
- For what? To get protective suit herpes?

Can you get herpes from protective clothing?

He told me not to say anything...

- ...but he was exposed to the radiation.
- Excuse me? Was Barcoff exposed?

- Yes.
- And?

He had a huge gap.
between the glove and the suit.

He said it paid off because it
There was no radiation there.

Not according to our Geiger counter.

I know. It's creepy.

Turan.
It's okay, buddy. We'll be fine.

Barcoff here. We have some sand ahead of us.

Stay close to our taillights,
otherwise you might get lost.

Will be, captain.

Damn it. Imagine if the windows cracked, you guys.

Then we'll get fried.

Turan, film that.
Film her scared face.

- Say that thing about the window again.
- It wasn't me.

The windows can crack. No, that was bad.

You won't win an Oscar, no.

- The windows may crack.
- Again.

Really hang yourself.

Take it seriously,
Take it over, don't overplay.

- Say: "The windows are breaking!"
- The windows can... crack.

- Sorry.
- Shit, don't waste any more tape.

Does anyone see any minotaurs?

I think if we left now,
then they wouldn't notice.

- If we what?
- Well, if we left, they probably wouldn't...

They wouldn't notice,
We don't see the cars.

Stupid idea, we see nothing.

Good idea, princess.
Geniuses think the same way.

Gemma, slow down. Just a little.

Okay, turn now! Turn!

Run!

- I don't see anything!
- That's the point!

Run!

Barcoff, we've lost our way.
I don't think we're left with that.

Stay where you are.

Understood. Message received.
Over and out.

Remove the batteries,
so they can't track us. Break it.

Was it running?

Yes. Yes, that was the fanimej!

Wait, do it again.

Oh my God.

We can't find our way back along the ruts.

Understood. Stay calm.
Keep your headlights on so we can see you.

- It's getting dark soon, come on.
- Understood, and the headlights are on.

Understood. Honk every 30 seconds, come on.

Understood. Gemma, are you honking?

No, don't turn off the lights!

We are finally alone.
in the forbidden zone!

And... cut.

Goddamn it, can I see?

Damn, we got it on film.
It's the best thing I've done in my career.

- Oh my God!
- That's crazy, check it out!

- We should have filmed it.
- You thought it was a centaur, huh?

I wish it were.

When the sun rises tomorrow we'll film
mutated shit, but this is also gold.

This is GOLD.
We blew the military, for fuck's sake.

- We almost died!
- We almost died. You're a fucking star.

Come on, young people. Now let's drink.

We can't have broken all the bottles.

Here. Come on.

The corpse is alive!

- What are you wearing?
- It's lead, to protect the sperm.

- I might want to have children one day.
- You broke up because you didn't want to?

No. I don't think... Listen! I think
Not that the place is radioactive at all.

- My Geiger counter shows nothing outside.
- Isn't it broken, then?

No, it works. This one contains
A little uranium, like all old watches. Check.

Watch as I install this meter.
Nothing.

- This one is going crazy outside.
- Yes. Try it on my watch.

- There you see.
- Here, try the Rolex.

Stop pushing me.

The military's meters are rigged.

I think the whole place is a scam.

Why aren't we allowed to see the impact site?
And Barcoff's behavior when he was exposed?

It was so creepy. Yes, it was.

No, I mean... No, hang up.

Is there no radioactivity?
in the radioactive zone? What the hell?

- What the hell?
- What the hell? What the hell is going on?

What a fucking scoop, buddy!

You bastards!

Like that, yes.

No, listen. Right now you're here,

but you could be here,
on the top floor.

I want you to film.
all upcoming programs.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

What do I do to get one like that?

Be creative.

- We should sleep.
- Good idea.

What are we doing tomorrow, then?

- We'll find out what they're hiding here.
- What do you think it is?

- Nuclear weapons. They are always weapons.
- And?

It's scary,
but it makes for nice illustrations.

Is it silly to say

that maybe God sent the storm here?

- To show that he hasn't forgotten the place.
- No.

Yes, it's silly.

Okay. Bedtime, everyone.

Come on.

Please stop, Dino.

Gemma, is everything okay?

Yes.

You. You can sleep up here, if you want.

Imagine
that you walk in complete darkness.

You see nothing,
so you light a match.

What you don't see in this light
is the self.

Your self.

But the self can be expanded
and let you see better.

Nothing is free. Nothing is free.

Damn it, Gemma!
Slow down, it's getting shaky.

- How long have I been sleeping?
- A couple of hours.

Hey, I forgot to clarify.
One thing before we leave.

Damn it, Dino.

It was the bomb. It was the atomic bomb.

- What have you eaten?
- Nothing. Here, do you want lunch?

Tack.

God, I probably shit myself a little.

Seriously, we're out of water.

Maybe we should call in the military.
and go back?

- Before we know the truth?
- We can cut to what they might be hiding.

We can confront them
from the safety of home.

Don't be a coward.

Wait, we're voting on the matter.
This is a democracy.

Those who want to go home like cowards vomit
Raise your hand.

Okay.

- Damn, what is it?
- Stop. Turn around!

Drive up there. Straight up.

Yes. Look, what the hell is that?

Cacti?

We pretend they're mutant as hell.
Movies.

- Aren't we looking for weapons?
- Is it rolling? Okay, my friends.

We just found the pure forest
of radioactive cacti.

There is no radiation.

We all know that.

We choose to believe that it does.
TV magic.

We try to create excitement at the beginning
of the feature. Why am I explaining to you?

We go out, we put on our costumes.

I'm like... I'm like John Wayne.
You can be like...

- Ingrid Bergman?
- No, Jean Arthur. You are Jean Arthur.

- Do you know who she is?
- No.

Not? Like an American Greta Garbo,
You know who it is, right?

- Yes.
- And legend.

No, I want to be Niki de Saint Phalle.
Niki de Saint Phalle.

- I really want to be her.
- Who the hell is Niki de Saint Phalle?

She's with the big women.
and all the colors...

Shut up, I don't know.
Who the hell are you talking about? Shut up!

This is not about you.

- Sorry.
- Stop it. Just do as I say.

- Yes. Yes.
- Okay.

Okay, we're going out into the fucking desert.
and filming some mutated fucking shit.

- We're breaking new ground, you and I.
- Yes.

Is everyone in? Team Kalamazoo?
Okay, let's go then.

Damn it, watch out.

We'll have to take care of it.

Stop trying to steal my job.

Am I stealing your job?
I don't even get paid.

You're trying to steal the good angles. Stop it.

- You have no idea what I have to do, do you?
- I think I have a clue.

Come on, Gemma! Get this picture.

You are the first photographer now.

We'll cut that bastard up.

So, the mysteries of the desert.

Look, it's full of milk.
Do you want to taste?

Do you want to quench your thirst in the heat?

Damn.

Did you do it? Did you drink it? Show.

What a gangster you are! I love her!

Damn. How does it feel? Film it, Gemma.
This is journalism.

- This is journalism. Are you okay?
- Call for help, call the military.

- Try to vomit, stick your fingers in your throat.
- No, I want to.

We keep working. We break new ground.

- Now we just do it.
- There is no radiation, what is the danger?

She just drank from a fucking cactus!
We don't know what it might do to her!

- Who the hell drinks from a cactus?
- John Wayne.

- I'm John Wayne.
- What a fucking scoop. This is big.

Why are we wasting time on this, then?

Why did we film?
a fucking John Wayne transvestite?

Call for help, or I will.
I turn on the radio.

Never go against me, you bastard!

Never go against me.

Never go against me!
Do you hear that, you hot-headed bastard!

Come on, Gemma. I need you.

Did he try to kill me?
because he's not John Wayne?

We shouldn't have brought you here.

You shouldn't be here.

It's officially over.

We are getting kicked out.
from this fucking hole.

Cut. Cut.

Hell. Why the hell were you drinking?
out of that damn cactus?

Du sa åt mig att göra det.

Jag har aldrig träffat en desperatare
människa i hela mitt jävla liv. Sorgligt.

Du är sorglig, det är vad du är.

Och du är en lögnare.

Du är en fet jävla lögnare.

Du sa att du är lojal mot sanningen, men
det är du inte.

Du blåser dina anställda. Du betalar
dem inte, så de är inte ens anställda.

Sanningssägardags? Ska vi vara öppna?

Okej, nu ska du få höra.

Du fegar ur.

Det är okej, då passar du in bland
alla andra jävla idioter på planeten.

Men jag är så stor man kan bli.

Jag fick dig att se ditt eget jävla liv.
Jag är Dino Davis, för fan! Vem fan är du?

- Vet militären var vi är?
- Ja, militären vet att vi är här.

Jag sa till Pluvus att radion var sönder,

att vi lödde ihop den idag.
Vi är på banan, okej?

Vi får skaffa material innan de kommer.
Kom igen, upp med kamerorna.

Kom igen nu, för fan.

Jag vill inte följa med.

Jag stannar hos henne.

Det gör du så fan heller. Jag behöver två
kameror. Jag behöver din bildkomposition.

- Nej, gå inte.
- Håll käften, för fan.

Du är min stjärna.

- Kom, kompis.
- Jag mår inte bra.

Förlåt, han har rätt.
Han behöver mina bildkompositioner.

- Kom igen nu.
- Jag kommer strax.

Du ska nog inte äta det där.
Jag har gjort det, det är inte...

Va? Förlåt, vad säger du?

Drack du från kaktusen?

- Ja, hur visste du det?
- Kaktus.

Jaha, är det på grund av kaktusen?

Jag har...

Är du kär?

Är jag... vad? Är jag...

Jag trodde att du var medlem i IRAS,

nåt slags stor konstnär.

Man dricker för att bli kåt.

- Kåt?
- Ja.

Jag heter Sonja.

Thalia.

- Thalia?
- Ja.

- Sonja.
- Oja.

- Sonja.
- Oja.

Sonja.

- ...nja. Sonja.
- Oja.

- Ja, det är jag.
- Min födelsedag.

Är det din födelsedag? Grattis.

Jag önskar att jag kunde ge dig något.

Jag har ingenting.

Vad gör du?

Vill du ha?

Vill du ha det?

Hennes tunga var lite större.

Typ jättestor.

Hennes kyssar smakade gräs.

Det är svårt att beskriva, det var som om

vi verkligen fann varandra.

Det var fantastiskt,
det var som att vi kysstes i timtal.

Vi var bara borta i en halvtimme.

Ingen fara, du försöker gottgöra
att du sabbade allt.

- Vi fann varandra.
- Sa du att hon pratade jättelångsamt?

- Det kanske var därför.
- Hon... pratade... såhär...

"Vad... heter... du?"

Fy fan, vad bra. Vad sa hon mer?

Att man dricker från kaktusarna
för att bli kåt.

För att bli kåt?

- Jag kunde inte sluta stirra på brösten.
- Det tror jag, det.

Hon ville ha mitt armband,
så hon fick det. Och hatten.

- Turans hatt?
- Hon fyllde år, så hon måste få något.

- Vi hittade Turans hatt innan dig.
- Tror du inte jag träffade en kentaur?

- Ni hade väl sex? Det handlar om sex.
- Nej, kysstes bara en massa. Inte...

Okej, ni hade inte sex.
Du... älskade dig själv, okej?

Kom igen, var ärlig.
Du blev kåt när vi stack, så du runkade.

Jag vill inte vara med på det här.

Kan du sluta? Gemma, sluta filma mig.

Det här måste klippas bort.

Jag vill inte bli känd som
en djurknullare.

Zoofil,
Herald hade ett helt nummer om det.

Bara så du vet,
du skrev under om tystnadsplikt

och att vi fick använda allt material,
när vi satt i jeepen vid muren.

Du är det jag säger att du är.

Fan också.

De är redan här. Fan, vad snabba de var.

- Ta på dig dräkten.
- Turan, put on your suit!

Turan! Wake up, damn it!
We have to put on our costumes!

Hell. Come on, wake up now.

Hell!

We have to run "Pulp Fiction."
Stick it up your ass.

- I'm not shoving it up my ass.
- The hole is empty. Ass, pussy, it's going in.

Damn, I'll do it.

Wait!

Sonja! Sonja! Hello, princess. Hello.

Hide this for me. Hide the gold.

- It's not gold.
- Yes, and gold must be hidden in the vault.

- No. No, what are you doing?
- Front or back, it's going in.

- No! No! Stop!
- It's going in!

This is unacceptable!
What in God's name have you done to her?

Nothing. She has heatstroke. She took off
the overalls, I couldn't stop her.

- And?
- She drank from a cactus!

- She drank from a cactus!
- She did what?

These cacti?

They are genetically modified,
they use the extract during surgeries.

Hell!

Hell. Hell.

You will be punished for this.

Listen. You need to get to the hospital immediately.
Hello?

Do you hear me? Okay, take it easy.
You have to see a doctor, otherwise you will die.

- No...
- Yes, you need an antidote.

- No, I have no feeling in my legs!
- Help me!

- No!
- Yes. Help me. Open the door.

She has to get out of here.

- No, no, no!
- Yes, in the car.

- Drive faster, damn it!
- I'm driving fast to the real IRAS!

- The real IRAS?
- Nothing is real. I'm not even a soldier.

- What, not a soldier?
- Soldiers are not allowed inside the Zone.

- The guy who picked us up, then?
- Pluvus? He's a major.

He's not allowed in here.

Keep talking to her, okay?
Don't let her turn it off!

Look at me. Hi, Sonja.

Look at me.
You, open your eyes! Sonja! Sonja!

Sonja! Hello! Hell! Hell.

THE REAL IRA

I thought I heard someone.

You deserve a real welcome.

Welcome to IRAS, the institute
for radical art and research.

- Radical?
- Yes, radical. Not radioactive.

- It was never radioactive.
- So there was no bomb?

No, no bomb,

just an explosive agreement
between the United States and the Soviet Union.

Just so we could bring out all the art
and research we want without regulations.

Pluvus calls your gang
"a bunch of cokeheads". Do you like cocaine?

- Thank you, that's good.
- We have all kinds of drugs here.

I've only taken what you took,
cactus extract, when I had surgery.

The hallucinations are interesting,
but there are better alternatives.

Scientists call it
"perceptual disturbances".

So my experience wasn't real?

I met a centaur,
but maybe there isn't...

- Yes, of course there are centaurs.
- Okay, how good.

- Her name was Thalia.
- I love Thalia.

She turned 25 yesterday. Oh my.

Well, did she turn 25?

Months. Centaurs' lives are counted in months.

Jaha. Jaha.

- So she's like two years old?
- Two years and one month, yes.

She is so naughty.

I thought she was older than two years.

Can I show you what I'm most proud of?

Yes, come on. Come on.

Only I have performed
brain transplants for over 20 years.

For Russians, nothing is impossible.

- No, no, no. Listen.
- You deviated from our escort.

No, we were separated in the storm.
It was accidental.

You violated the instructions.
and brought his own Geiger counter.

You, one of my team
had a bout of paranoia.

He is worthless.

- Stop lying.
- I'm not the only one who lies, huh?

You may be a major, but these guys
is not a professional. Look at him.

Do you want to find out?
whether the Russian AK-47s work or not?

Good job, comrades.

Here I have my body.

As you can see, we are free thinkers.

A single, distinguished bunch.

- Wouldn't you like some amphetamine?
- No.

Who... Who are you?

Old lady, I... I'm Bob Singleton.

No, that's Bob Singleton.

All of this was crucial for me to
could write "Silent Donna".

I needed to get in touch.
with my feminine side,

but now I'm diving deep into Greek mythology.

For a long time I thought I would never
would write as well as your ancestor,

but I had no idea
that I would receive his blood, your blood,

flowing in my veins one day, so...

Did they give you my blood?
Is that what it's all been about?

Do you realize that your grandfather's brother

was the most prominent mythological
the author of all time? Do you get it?

This generation, you are so funny.
You know...

- Whose body is that?
- This?

I just want to change back,
I'm so tired of my period.

Whose body is that? Where did you get it from?

Some young volunteer who was here.
That was good.

- What happened to her brain?
- You know, she just loved dogs.

You're not a journalist, are you?
I thought you were a writer.

- Why should I be a writer?
- What are you, then?

- I don't know. Nobody. Nothing.
- Okay.

By all means.
What do you want then, Sonja Schmidt?

Are you sure? Did Bob say that?

Yes. Okay.

No. Four journalists entered the Zone,
Four have to go out, if they have to in body bags.

Huh? Okay, that's understood.

Yes.

Yes. No.

Huh? Yes, you're right.
Ms. Schmidt is not a journalist.

Three journalists and a relative,
There will still be four body bags.

Roger.

Okay, listen. I'm a businessman.

I got Sonja here.
for whatever sick reasons you had.

I can prevent everything from being published
and publish what I want.

I make up stories, so I built
my empire. Experience is reality.

Am I saying there's nothing to see?
here, they believe me. We shape the world.

- We need to talk in private.
- Sure.

In order to create outstanding works,

must be achieved
an extraordinary state of mind.

That's the truth, young people.
That's the fucking truth.

The truth.

There you heard a word I've never said before.

Don't be stupid, herded cattle.

Be a hero in adversity.
Don't trust the future.

"...as we also forgive those who are indebted to us
"...lead us not into temptation..."

"Our Father who art in heaven,
"Hallowed be your name."

"Thy kingdom come; thy will be done,
"As it is in heaven, so also on earth."

We're getting out of here.

Time to say goodbye to this place.

I arranged a deal for us.

Yes, hugs. Hugs.

Where... Where... Where is Sonja?

She... will be fine.

No, where is she? They don't say anything.

I know. I know the answer to that.

She... settles here.

She has settled here. She is staying.

No, it's scary here.
She can't stay here.

Bob invited her to stay.
and takes care of her.

Bob Singleton? Have you met him?

Yes, I have. Finally.

He... He is...

No, listen now.

We... We're getting out of here.

Then we must forget everything we have seen here.

We have to delete it. It's the only way
I'll get you out alive.

Okay.

I don't understand why Sonja would
Want to stay? I don't understand.

Because she is an artist. A true artist.

- How is it?
- I've never felt better.

KALAMAZOO HERALD
NEW YORK OFFICE

Kalamazoo Herald, how can I help you?

- Hey, how was the trip?
- Yes, it was good.

Yes, we never entered the Zone.

We have to bury that story.
and focus on other things. I have ideas.

I have many ideas.

I would love to hear them.
How nice that you're back.

- Vodka and soda, I guess?
- No, thank you.

Okay.

Wait. Where is my office?

Is this gone?
I thought so. Thank you.

Subject: IRAS

"Dear sister, I just want to tell you
that I survived the Zone,"

"but you won't see me for a while. I have
settled at IRAS and will stay for a few years."

"You were right, the Kalamazoo Herald was
frivolous, but they changed during the journey."

"I have that. I have received
an opportunity I didn't have before."

"As you will notice, I will do
all covers and illustrations"

"at the Kalamazoo Herald from now on."

"I promise to email them to you."
Until then, I'm sending you lots of love."

"Forever your Sonja."

"Or your purple Pippi."

"Pip, pip, pip."

Translation: Emil P.W.S. Holmgren
www.junefirst.t