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Is anyone there?

28 years later...

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Useless piece of shit.

Welcome to the nightmare.

- Come on, Jimmy. - Stand your ground, Shite.

Where are you going? Fuck you!

Come on, Jimmy. You can do it!

Old Nick will have fun with you.

He had never seen a knife.

He's fucking shaking.

Look at him, poor little thing!

It's for Old Nick.

- Come on, Shite, I'm bored. - Yes.

Shite, this is your chance.

- Move. - Merdina.

Fingers.

You know, we fight to the death.

Without mercy.

Yes, Sir Jimmy.

Are you watching us, Father?

Master.

Dark Lord.

You're ready

to see if the boy is worthy to become a finger?

Well.

Fight.

Come on, damn it.

Attack.

Force.

Take it out.

Do you see it? As?

I'll make things easier for you.

- Be careful, Shite. - Come on!

- Come on, kid. - Attack, damn it!

How unfortunate.

I bet it hurts.

You dropped your knife.

I beg you.

Do you want the knife back?

- Come on. - Come on.

Yes, Shite!

Yes, beautiful.

- Asshole. - You're taking the piss.

Don't worry, Jimmy. I do it on purpose.

I'm just playing a little.

Come on, take it.

Pick it up!

Too slow.

I could go on for hours.

Get it over with.

- He's half your size. - Do you know what I'm telling you?

Get rid of the idiot,

Let's see the two of us, okay?

Shit!

Fuck!

Fucking asshole.

I'll skin you with your knife.

- What... - What the fuck!

Holy shit.

Fuck.

You're screwed.

- What? - He took out an artery.

Well yes.

So much blood!

Fuck. Please. No!

Fuck! Fuck.

Someone help me!

- Don't laugh. Help me! - It doesn't work like that.

But...

Sir.

Jimmy is right, it doesn't work that way.

Shit!

Holy Christ.

Jesus! Oh, God.

Christ, holy God!

Why are you calling out those pieces of shit?

Sir, please help me.

- Help me, I'm scared. - What's the matter, you little crybaby?

I feel...

What, Jimmy?

Are you hungry?

Are you horny?

Are you sleepy?

Yes, you're sleepy.

How sweet!

What's your name, son?

Spike.

It's not good.

I say your name is...

Jimmy.

- How do you do it? - That's how it's done!

- It's mine. - A basin.

THE TEMPLE OF BONES

Look at that, an infected patient.

It's a strange thing.

I think you're the first in the world, Samson.

Yes, you have a name.

I chose it the first time I saw it

the new Alfa wandering in the woods

to hunt.

I called you that because of your size and your strength... and your hair.

I am Dr. Kelson.

Even if right now I feel more Androclus

who extracts the thorn from the lion's paw.

This is what it means

which you owe me, by the way.

Joke.

I work for public health.

It's free.

Interesting.

I want to trust you, Samson.

I made this decision.

I have what you want, right here.

If you kill me,

if you take your head off my shoulders, you won't have it.

It's a transaction.

It's a do ut des.

Suddenly I'm not sure that you understand Latin.

That's better. You understand it.

Yes.

I wonder if you understand something of what I say.

If not the meaning of my words,

at least that of my tone of voice.

The fact that I'm not a danger.

I don't want to hurt you.

Do you recognize your name?

Samson...

It would be wonderful to hear you say it even just one word.

It would be prodigious

find out the infection

has enveloped your mind, he clouded it for you,

but not replaced.

In this state of stillness, do you have memories?

Is there still a trace of what you were?

Or do I just give you some peace?

There's nothing wrong with that.

There's nothing wrong with that to give yourself some peace.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Non c'è niente di male in un po' di pace.

I'm still whole.

Samson.

Fantastic.

I'll take a look there, you...

Jonno.

If he sees us,

he will shout.

Jonno. No.

- Help! - Run.

And Jonno?

Help!

- Are you leaving me alone? - Run!

Wait!

Don't abandon me!

Don't run away!

Come on, Tom.

Come on, damn it!

- What will we say? - How did it go?

- But we lost Jonno. - He got lost alone. You come.

Come on. Done.

George.

I'm sorry, I have bad news.

- I said... - We have guests.

What?

We have guests.

Greetings.

- Let me introduce you to someone. - Tinky-Winky didn't go out

without her purse. Never.

It only happened once. And it was predictable, of course.

He decided to go back.

Typical.

And he found out that Laa-Laa and Po had lost

- an apple... - Sitting.

...and the whole fucking purse.

Don't you know the Telepancini?

They were spectacular. They had a television on their stomachs.

On the screen they saw themselves, with another television on his belly.

- On which they saw themselves. - Thank you.

And so on, ad infinitum.

Jimmima, do the Dipsy dance.

Yes.

Perfect.

- That's how it's done. - That's how it's done!

Greetings.

What are you doing here?

We enjoy hospitality of these good people.

We, a bunch of wanderers

hungry and tired,

welcomed with open arms, with broad smiles,

- refresh yourself and... - Welcomed?

You interrupted me.

- They came in alone. - It was open.

- It is not true. - Welcomed and refreshed

in the stomach and in the soul.

- Are we not welcome? - No. You know.

I know it now. The ballet.

We started with...

the wrong foot.

There were no introductions.

- Fingers... -Jimmy.

Jimmy.

-Jimmy. -Jimmy.

- Jimmima. -Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Roberto Calamari.

What a difficult audience!

It was a joke.

I'm Jimmy too. We are all Jimmy.

Will you leave?

Yes.

But first we will kill you, of course.

Run away!

Curse!

- Take... - Fuck!

Yes.

- How stupid. - Asshole!

Get up!

It would be frustrating for Old Nick

lose both her and her unborn child.

Yes, Sir Jimmy.

We'll stop here tonight.

For a gesture of charity.

Tomorrow we will move to other pastures. Go look for them.

Am I missing out on charity?

Get lost.

Tinky-Winky and his fucking apples.

"Wasn't that predictable?"

Sure, damn it.

It's a story heard a million times.

I don't fucking believe it.

Old Nick saw that the world of man had failed

and was dominated by discord.

Then Old Nick unleashed his demons

in the world of man.

The world of man bowed to them

and it became like a flickering flame.

And God did nothing,

because he was invisible.

And, among other things, he was a spineless inept.

So,

the world of man fell under Old Nick's rule,

and his was a hellish domain.

That's how it's done.

That's how it's done.

Then Old Nick spoke to his favorite son,

whose name was Jimmy Crystal.

And he said to him:

"From now on you will be Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.

You will be my right hand man

and you will be strong

and your hand will have seven fingers.

Each finger will be a claw

and you will practice charity in the world of man.

For this reason

you will be my only heir!

And your seven fingers will hold

your crown."

That's how it's done.

That's how it's done.

I am

Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal,

Old Nick's favorite son.

They are my fingers.

Let's wander

looking for souls to give to my father.

And we grant you...

charity.

My Jimmys.

Yes, Sir Jimmy.

Today's charitable gesture will consist...

when removing the shirt.

Please don't.

Hi, grandpa.

I want to make you fucking cry

and scream.

Does it hurt?

Please, I can't...

Fix it, Jimmy Ink.

You can't avoid it. It's what we do.

I can't do it.

I beg you.

I can't do it.

I beg you.

Stay here.

Samson,

my friend.

We need to talk about something.

The medicine I give you

it's a mix of various things.

But the main ingredient, as well as the most powerful,

It's morphine.

At the rate at which you consume it,

it will only last for another two weeks.

For the last 28 years

I rummaged through every cabinet within a hundred kilometres.

There isn't any more.

Inevitably,

the opiate peace you found with me

it will end.

But I can offer you one thing.

A different kind of peace.

A place in the Ossuary.

In a certain sense,

a house.

With me.

I want you to enjoy lasting peace.

You're looking for peace too, I think.

This is why we became friends.

Good friends.

If only, somehow,

you could express your consent.

The slightest nod of assent would be enough.

Have a good rest, Samson.

Moon.

What? Have you...

Samson...

you spoke.

Repeat it.

Say it.

Moon.

Moon.

I need strong fingers.

For a strong punch.

Listen!

Concentrate.

Choose which finger to tap with.

If you win,

you will take his place and I'll call you Jimmy.

If you lose, you will get charity.

If you refuse, you will get charity.

Shake your head "yes" or "no".

Well.

Which finger do you choose to fight with?

She.

I choose her.

Father...

master, father,

king, king of kings,

come among us.

Fuck.

Yes. We thank you.

We are grateful to you.

Old Nick is here, my Jimmys.

See through my eyes.

He smells blood and fear.

He whispers something to me.

I feel his lips on my ear.

He says:

"Fight."

Then fucking fight.

Force.

Too easy.

I'm the one making it look easy, asshole.

Finish it.

It's Tubby time bye bye.

Dipsy Laa-Laa!

Dickhead.

Look at him, try to get up, stupid...

Again!

Gorgeous, Jimmima.

The boy's pain brings pleasure to Old Nick.

Old Nick says:

"Charity". You choose the gesture.

I want to take off his pants.

"Perfect."

He's shitting himself.

See the other assholes?

Listen to me!

They would have stabbed you in the neck and that's it.

I do not.

You chose me because you thought I was weaker.

What will you think

while I tear the skin off your...

My cat lost.

My cat...

Fresh kitty.

Cloud space!

Cloud...

Cloud...

What the fuck is going on?

There! Up there!

Whore! Piece of shit!

- Take it! - Bastard!

Stupid little bitch!

- How did you get there? - I'll kill you, bitch!

- Take it! Come on! - Filthy bitch!

- Here it is! - Where?

Point it out to me.

There, can't you see it, idiot?

I want her alive!

Viva!

Come out, wherever you are!

- We'll get you. - Let me get a look at you!

Come on! Climb up!

- You'll pay for it, slut! - Where?

Turn it off!

Sir?

No! Quick! Out! Go!

How much they fucking scream.

I guess it's always like this.

However, they don't sound like normal screams.

Do they seem normal to you?

But then, what are normal screams like?

These are people who shit themselves, right?

Don't pay attention to it. I brood too much.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Fire! I'm on fire! I'm fucking on fire!

Please...

Fuck.

Little boy!

Get it!

Bring it here to me!

Come on.

Take me with you.

I beg you.

Please take me with you.

Thank you.

Is dead.

Fuck.

Sir.

You are alone.

- Yes, Sir Jimmy. - I do not understand. You were supposed to bring me the woman.

- Yes... - He opened Jimmima's skull

with a big fucking hook.

Why did you let her go?

I didn't.

So where is he?

He tried to escape.

She rebelled and I had to kill her.

She rebelled, my Jimmys.

She rebelled.

Jimmy here had no choice.

He risked getting the worst of...

a pregnant woman.

How did you kill her?

- With an arrow. - Where is the body?

It was dark.

Somewhere, in the woods.

It will be hard to find, I imagine.

- Yes. - You couldn't cut her face off

and bring me that?

Or the unborn child?

Anything, all it took was a little initiative.

Why are you crying?

I don't cry.

- I apologize. - It's not me you have to apologize to.

It's Old Nick you let down.

Do we turn to him?

To ask him if he accepts the apology

or demands something more.

That we'll cut you off that miserable face, maybe.

No, please.

Turn to him, sir.

Ask him if I can take care of it.

Do you want to think about charity?

In practice, he killed Jimmima.

He wasn't chosen just because he ran away.

It doesn't deserve to be a finger, sir.

Look at it. Tremble, the bastard!

I agree.

Let's ask Old Nick.

Yes. It's the right thing.

I'll ask him right away.

- Let's ask him in person. - What do you mean?

Let's talk to Old Nick in person.

Old Nick does not appear in person on request.

No, of course. But...

What?

I saw it.

Have you seen it?

Today.

You've seen Old Nick.

With my eyes.

He had red skin

and he was old.

And behind him there was a building made of human bones.

His palace, I dare say.

He was partying with one of his demons.

An Alpha, no less.

At his feet sat an Alpha, like a fucking lamb.

Do we let Old Nick decide?

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Naloxone. Okay.

Antipsychotics

Shit.

Day, it's day.

Samson!

Shit.

Is it him?

Is this really Old Nick?

Is this really Old Nick?

Is this really Old Nick?

Is it him?

Yes, it's him.

- Is it him? - Yes.

- That's Old Nick. - God damn it!

Hell of a damn!

Well done, Jimmy.

Sir, did you know your father was here?

- Was this where you wanted to take us? - Yes, Jimmy.

I mean, I didn't know he was here, in this castle.

It's a surprise.

But...

he has several,

scattered throughout his kingdom.

Even in the Highlands. Beautiful.

This will be new. That's why I didn't know anything about it.

Looks like he's been here a while.

It is true. It looks quite old.

He will be five, maximum ten years old. For a building there aren't many.

Shall we go down?

To meet him?

Not until I spoke to him.

May not like guests.

I assure you that it is not worth surprising him when it's not daytime.

You stay here.

I'll deal with him.

I'll be back shortly.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Tell me...

- are you Old Nick? - Old Nick?

Yes.

- You're not Old Nick. - I'm not Old Nick.

I don't know him.

Everyone knows him.

I don't, really.

I'm Ian.

Safe?

Very safe.

You see, Old Nick is known for his cunning.

- He likes games. - One moment.

When you talk about Old Nick,

- do you mean Satan? - Of course, damn.

And why did you mistake me for...

Skin color and...

the bones.

Relax.

I am not Satan.

I'm Dr. Ian Kelson.

Doctor?

And who are these poor people?

Your patients?

This is an ossuary.

A monument to the deceased.

It's like a cemetery.

And the orange skin?

It's iodine tincture.

Kills the virus.

- The virus? - The one causing the infection.

A doctor.

An atheist doctor.

So, in your opinion, the zombie thing

originates from science, from germs and stuff.

- And from what, otherwise? - From Old Nick,

who vented his anger on the world of man.

I understand. So...

I'm an atheist and you're a satanist.

Well yes.

Mystery solved.

I'll be honest, I didn't know what the fuck to think.

I'm sweating.

I thought you were my father.

So this is all your doing, Ian?

Yes.

I'll tell you, I admire your work.

It's amazing.

Thank you. But what were you saying? Were you convinced I was your father?

Yes. My heart was bursting.

Because your father is Satan.

Already.

Old Nick is my old man.

But...

Leave it alone.

I'm happy to talk.

Fuck you.

In reality, I don't know my father very well.

He talks to me often,

but I can never be with him, I can't see it.

Do you talk to him without seeing him?

You feel it in your head.

All the fucking time.

I'm Jimmy.

Truly, Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.

But you can also call me Jimmy.

Let's sit down, Ian.

My parents are waiting for me, not far away, but they will be patient.

There's no rush.

Let's have a chat.

That's worse.

Belly. Neck.

Get off me.

Another time.

Again, come on.

Yes.

Stabbed. Stabbed.

Is that all?

- What? - Can't you do anything else?

What if that wasn't Old Nick?

- What if it wasn't Old Nick? - Yes.

Orange skin.

Palace made of bones.

He has an understanding with demons. Who the fuck do you want it to be?

An ordinary old man.

One to stay away from.

Let's leave him alone.

Leave him alone?

It's not like us.

And he's not just anyone.

It's Old Nick.

And it will be

strange

It's wonderful to meet him.

I didn't mean to offend.

No, don't worry.

Too fucking easy.

The point is:

Is Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal your son?

And is he really a Sir-Lord?

What do you mean?

You never get the impression are you talking bullshit?

Bone castles in the Highlands? Nonsense.

He had never talked about it.

And I looked at it when he picked up the binoculars.

He had never seen such things.

I was only eight years old when chaos erupted.

But someone your age

he will undoubtedly have memories of before.

Less than you might think.

I remember some details.

Facts and people.

But what was it like to live with...

shops, refrigerators,

phones, computers...

I have no real memory of this.

Having said that, I remember

that we had certainties.

The world had an order.

His own organization.

There was no shortage of drama and tumult, by force of circumstances.

But the foundations...

they seemed solid.

I remember the church more than anything else.

We lived next door.

When the demons arrived, I hid there.

- Did you live near the church? - Right next door.

- In the rectory? - Yes.

Your father was the pastor.

Hidden in the church, my mother and my sisters

they would have been saved instead...

they stayed at home

and they ended up with their heads smashed in.

And your father?

He was leading the infected.

He led the charge of the demons.

A great army, with him at the head.

It said: "Charity begins at home."

And you haven't seen him since.

Already.

Then I saw you and...

I'm in a bind, Ian.

Why?

The others. Mine.

I told him you were Old Nick, but it's not like that,

and now they expect to meet you.

I understand.

And you're in a bind too.

How come?

If you don't help me solve the problem,

I'll make you swallow your guts until you can't breathe anymore.

It's a real nuisance.

I like you. You're easy to talk to.

I had never liked anyone.

Thank you.

So, you think that we will be able to reach an agreement?

It is said that the devil loves to make deals.

Tomorrow, at sunset,

Old Nick will grant us an audience.

But there are rules to respect

in the presence of the Dark Lord,

as you might imagine.

You must not touch it,

or you will be destroyed by fire

and your souls they will finish in the seventh round. That's how it's done.

That's how it's done.

And don't address him directly.

Only I can talk to him. His favorite son and heir.

Is it clear?

That's how it's done.

That's how it's done.

Memento mori, I said to the boy.

I hadn't been afraid of dying for years.

I live alone.

My work is done.

But today...

I was scared.

I thought:

what will happen to Samson if I die?

They will return tomorrow. So tonight I want to try something.

I wanted to go step by step, but...

the circumstances They're against us, so...

we'll take a leap into the dark.

I developed an idea

on the nature of the infection.

We know there is a physical component.

Hemorrhages and uncontrolled cell growth.

And we know it's there

a sensory component,

with pain and severe discomfort

which are calmed by morphine.

But what if there was also one...

psychiatric component?

When they attack someone, What do the infected see?

What do they think they're attacking?

I saw them kill children and babies.

A newborn gives no reason to hurt him.

So they... you see something that isn't there.

Seeing something that isn't there.

A doctor would call it psychosis.

And a doctor would say that it can be cured.

I am a doctor.

I would like to try to cure psychosis.

I ask you to swallow these pills.

- Where did you think you were going? - I was just...

You were trying to slip away.

The one you stabbed he was my best friend!

And you killed him, with your cowardice and your luck.

To honor his death, It just seems right to me

slowly insert this knife into yourself...

Where the fuck did you think you were going?

- Go. Everywhere is better than here. - I've been there, everywhere.

It's not better.

You gotta stay with me, kid.

We will go far.

"He was trying to escape"?

Meeting Old Nick scared him.

It was too much for him.

I tried to change his mind.

He resisted.

I had to kill him.

It didn't happen that way.

That's how it went.

Sir.

We'll see what Old Nick says tonight.

Samson!

Did it work, my friend?

You felt lost

and now have you found yourself?

Good afternoon

and welcome on board the train to Edinburgh.

Next stop: Retford.

Don't forget your personal belongings

and throw away the rubbish in the appropriate bins.

The station is equipped with turnstiles, have your ticket ready.

Ticket, please.

Thank you.

Ticket, please.

Ticket, darling?

Ticket!

I don't have the ticket.

It's time to overdo it.

He is waiting for us, my Jimmys.

That's how it's done.

Woe to you

Land and sea

Because the devil sends the beast With fury

Because he knows there is little time left

He who has intelligence

Calculate the number of the beast

It is in fact a man's number

Your number

It's 666

I left alone

My mind was blank

I needed time to think

To recover the memories from my mind

What did I see?

Can I believe it?

That's what I saw that night

It was reality and not just fantasy

Because in my dreams

It is always present

The evil face That distorts my mind

And it drives me to despair

Yes!

Yes!

The night was black, there was no need to hide

I had to see

Was someone watching me?

In the fog

Dark shapes move and wriggle

It was all true

Or was it just a sort of hell?

666

The number of the beast

A sacrifice

It takes place tonight

I will return

I will return

I will possess your bodyand I will make you burn

I have fire, I have strength

I have the power to make it happen Let evil take its course

666

The number of the beast

A sacrifice

It takes place tonight

Yes!

That's how it's done.

Fingers?

Fingers,

come closer.

Come closer.

Here you are

you are the fingers of my right hand.

Your glow of darkness it even obscures the sun.

Pride stirs inside me like the worms in the corpse of Christ.

Get on your knees.

Not you, my son.

You stay standing.

We are grateful to you for giving us an audience, Father.

My time is eternal.

But your time with me is limited.

We understand, Magnificent. We won't stay any longer.

But, before we say goodbye,

do you have specific instructions for us?

Yes.

Speak, please.

I order you to continue with your infernal mission.

Continue our infernal mission.

Continue skinning and gutting

the lamenting souls of your kingdom.

To violate their bodies,

to make their agony sacred,

to make their screams echo up to the sky.

Is this your order, Father?

Yes.

And what other commandments do you give us?

May your fingers always obey you, my son.

Let them obey me. Your son.

Without asking questions or doubts.

Let them submit always and promptly at my will,

without a shadow of delay or insolence.

Without fucking arguing.

And the last commandment, my king?

Father, the last commandment?

You have to increase the number of your fingers.

Raise fingers, make a fist

with two fists.

And then five. And then 100.

And 1,000.

So that no community of the kingdom of hell

can escape our charity.

Father, we understand and we will obey.

On your feet, my Jimmys.

Now we take our leave.

Wait.

- Wait? - Wait.

Spike?

I have another order.

Another? No, Father.

I wouldn't say so.

Continue like this, become stronger, obey me. That was it.

No. One is missing.

Really?

And what would this new order be?

I demand

a sacrifice.

A sacrifice.

Whose?

You remember the church, my only son.

Yes.

So you remember Christ.

The only son of God.

And you know that,

as the only son of God, to ascend to heaven

and sit at the right hand of the father,

Christ

he first had to be crucified.

You are my only son, Jimmy.

I am your God.

I demand the same thing.

That I will be crucified?

Yes.

And who will nail me to the cross?

They.

Poisonous snake.

You've changed the cards on the table.

Easy, Jimmy Ink!

I know you can't wait to make your move.

But, first, answer a question.

Do you really think this old man boneless bastard is Satan?

If so...

could I do it like this?

Kelson.

I do not understand. What the fuck is going on?

- Who is the devil? - It's me, Jimmy.

I.

And now take this slimy traitor.

- But... - No fucking buts!

Do it! Right away! Or I'll break your fucking neck!

Don't do it.

That's how it's done.

- I am sorry. - Don't worry, Spike.

Calm.

Do you know each other?

Yes.

You're not Old Nick.

Nothing is...

Nobody is.

There's only us.

Nice, your show.

Thank you.

Not to rage,

but I don't think you will survive.

I know.

Why didn't you let us go?

We were leaving. You would have gotten away with it.

All of a sudden, I saw you were there

behind the mask.

And...

I think you have suffered enough.

There's one more thing I can do for you.

Obey the last order.

Spike, right?

Kellie.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I don't hear his voice anymore.

Ian.

Why can't I hear his voice?

I want mom.

Oh, God.

I'm here.

Kelson.

Samson.

Thank you.

Father!

Why did you abandon me?

Why did you abandon me?

Father.

After the Second World War, the world helped Germany and Japan get back on their feet.

In the span of a generation, their economies became

stronger than those of many winning countries.

And do you find it right?

Sam, think.

That's more than fair. It is desirable.

Why help the defeated enemy?

Forced bankruptcy

of the enemy after the First World War

it was at the origin

of the Second World War.

'48, Churchill.

"He who forgets history will repeat it."

Still.

- "He who forgets history will repeat it." - Yes. Very good.

So...

this became one of the foundations

of European political philosophy post-war.

Never forget.

Let ideologies fail.

Fascism, nationalism, populism: completely dismantled.

Because they never come back.

And this is how it applies

to the economic framework of post-Soviet Russia?

Here, I'll just say that,

if it were to be exam topic tomorrow

you should mention it the Weimar Republic.

What if it were to be an exam topic?

You prepare the exam.

I won't say anything else.

What was it?

What?

Listen.

- Do you remember what to do? - Yes.

There.

- Shit. - What is it?

They're chasing someone. Two people.

Give here.

Do we help them?

Dad? Do we help them?

Certain.

Let's go.

Subtitle translation of: Maria Luisa Cantarelli