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The Rat Saviour

I'm sorry, gentlemen, very sorry.

But there are no vacancies.

That's all, folks. Go home.

- Excuse me, I just... - Mr Gajski, I keep telling you there's no news.

These are crisis times. Wait until things improve.

So for the third time we strongly request yet again that some action be taken

to enable this office to perform its normal duties.

- In some places the plumbing is... - Good day. - Can I help you?

It's about that manuscript I submitted a month ago...

A novel called "The Epidemic".

It's about a disease, but it's actually about bureaucracy.

Yes... Just a moment.

- There were we? - "The plumbing is... "

...is so corroded that the leaking water and damp have made the premises so musty

that they are unsuitable or work and occupation.

Please, can't you see the predicament we're in?

I'd like to know if you'll be publishing it.

Here below... that's it.

I'm sorry to return it but it's not for publication.

You promised! You said it was brilliant.

I don't know, maybe I did.

Maybe I liked it personally but there are other board members.

I don't think many of them liked how you described the epidemic.

Where were we?

"... unsuitable for work and occupation. "

The floors are rotten, white-ant infested,

and on the verge of collapsing.

They're a haven for rats, mice and other vermin.

But the novel is symbolic, sir... It's not meant to be real.

I'm sorry but I can't help you.

Even if the artistic elements were satisfactory the time is not right for a novel.

I'm sure you understand. Goodbye.

With respect to the above we request an urgent committee inspection.

No cash... no goods! Please, we're very busy.

- What's going on? - He wants credit again.

Here you are... You don't need to pay me.

- I think we're closing down anyway. - Thank you, Mr. Rupcic.

- That's all your things, Mr. Writer. - Be patient. I'll pay you soon.

Be patient? You haven't paid me for 3 months!

I'm a poor widow. That's what I live from.

I'll pay you as soon as I get a job.

Sure! You look for work but I pray you don't find it.

What work could you possibly do?

- Come on... I don't wanna see you anymore. - Let go of me.'

- I'm still a tenant. - Tenant?

Very well...

I won't be terrorised!

- Good day. - Good day.

- So miss... how are you doing? - The same as you.

- No good. - That's how it is, I guess. Books are not popular right now.

I guess so.

- Do you have lots of books? - Shelves and shelves of them.

- Are they all yours? - No, my fathers too.

- And you? - No, these are all I have.

We shouldn't stand together. They are harder to sell if we both selling them.

- It's quite cold, isn't it? - Yes.

Here...

- Take it. - No, it's really too much.

Take it, I don't need it. I have lots of scarves.

- How can I repay you? - Don't worry.

You might be able to sell some of your books too.

- I'll give you my telephone number. - Take this down, please.

- 30... 64 - What's your name? - Sonia.

- How much are these books? - Whatever you like.

Thank you.

Excuse me, do you know where that girl lives?

I know as much as you, son. But she's here quite often.

Because I'm your mayor, the town's problems weigh heavy on my heart.

- You're the life basis and foundation of this town... - Sony, have to check.

...of its industry, commerce, economy and culture.

You are the lifeblood of this town. It's driving force!

And while you're ensuring the existence of this town,

it's unacceptable of providing you with the most basic means of survival.

That's why I've come here, lady and gentlemen citizens.

To try and do everything to improve your lives and to make them more bearable.

You must understand that we, as local administrators,

face a multitude of problems.

We're in major economic crisis which affects

not only our country but the whole of Europe.

Despite that, we've made great efforts to deal with what is most essential to you...

Your housing arrangements and your jobs.

Therefore, my fellow citizens,

I call on you to support us

since we have your welfare at heart.

But with all the struggle, we don't want to allow to cloud the look for the future.

And don't forget the age-old saying...

"Every cloud has a silver lining!"

I owe you. I owe you, dear friend.

Madame... Have you seen that girl? Her name was Sonia.

No, I haven't. You can stand here and wait. She might come again.

Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid sleeping here is strictly forbidden.

Do you think I like being here?

As park watchman, I must warn you.

If the police see you you'll be jailed for vagrancy.

Fine! At least I get free accommodation. Is that you, Mr. Rupcic?

- Mr. Gajski... - Why are you in uniform?

Well, I closed my shop because of debts and joined the public service.

It's much more secure. I know I'll get paid.

Yes, I guess it's the times. I won't get you into trouble. I'll find somewhere else.

Wait... I know a place. It's not too comfortable, but...

Who needs comfort?

Don't tell anyone about it. It's just for a night or two.

- Otherwise I'll be in trouble. - Don't worry Mr. Rupcic.

That's it. The deserted Central Bank Building.

260 empty rooms. It's all boarded up but I know a way in.

- Doesn't anyone come here? - Only the odd official. But never at this time of day.

Not there. This way...

It's a little awkward but it's the only way in.

Here below it goes in.

Give me a hand.

Follow me.

- It's easy when you know now. But don't tell anyone. - Don't worry.

I'd better go. You make yourself at home.

- But only for a night or two. - Okay. Thank you Mr. Rupcic.

Exchange. Can I help you?

I need a number but I'm not sure...

I'll put you through to Group A.

Group A. Numbers under surveillance. Hello... Can I help you?

I need a girl's number. Her name is Sonia. She lives with her father.

- 3064. - Yes, that's it. Thank you.

3... 0... 6... 4.

Hello?

That's strange, dad. The phone is working now.

Who's calling, please?

Is that you, Sonia? We met at the market. The book seller, remember?

I can't believe we're speaking. Where are you calling from?

From the abandoned Central Bank Building.

I'm amazed I got your number. Where do you live?

97 Kestenova St.

Hello? Hello?

97 Kestenova St.

I haven't had something like this in a long time.

Hail the saviour!

Hail the saviour!

Ladies and gentlemen...

I'm happy to see...

...that our mission is becoming reality.

Those who are not with us are joining us.

Those who are against us are disappearing one by one.

The day is not far off when well be all there is.

And, otherwise, nobody more.

What's happening with Professor Boskovic?

He'll die tonight, Great Saviour.

He lives at 97 Kestenova St. with his daughter.

Then liquidates him.

- There is a spy! - Up there he is!

- Up there he is! - Do not let him escape!

It was right here, sir. I was upstairs.

There is no trace of anything, sir. Certainly not of a banquet.

It can't be. They were here. I saw them.

Come with me.

Let's go.

This is where they keep their food.

It was all there.

They might have killed Professor Boskovic. His home has been ransacked.

If he exists, I'm sure he'll prove to be quite okay.

It's most serious, sir. They're a threat to all of us.

It's late and I've been on my feet all day.

I have a long night ahead of me. Go and get some rest.

Thank you.

That's enough... That's enough! Stop it!

I know what you're up to. But you never succeed.

He's an informer! He needs a good lesson.

Kill him!

- Don't let him go! - Stop!

Let him go. I'll take care of him.

Come on. Let's go.

The dance goes on.

I'm Professor Martin Boskovic.

Prof. Boskovic has been liquidated.

Not yet.

I knew they'd come for me so I was ready to flee.

Your phone call was a signal that the time had come.

- Why didn't you call the police? - You saw how much they believed you.

Here we are. I'm at my friend's house. They've gone abroad.

Come.

Come in.

This is my daughter. I think you've met.

Hello, Father.

Hello. Come in.

What sort of work do you do, Mr Gajski?

I studied philosophy. I write but without much success.

- Actually, I'm unemployed. - Philosophy.

Have you read Ert Ertrus "The Heritage of the King Rat"?

- No. - It was written 400 years ago in Germany.

Ertrus was burned to death in Bremen.

You're no great writer and I'm no great scientist.

People brush me off or laugh at what I'm doing here.

Maybe we can join forces. You an me, together.

- Science is not my forte. - It doesn't matter.

I'm offering you a post as my assistant. If you accept, you'll have to live here.

I'm honoured, but I won't be of much use.

Please excuse me. Will you be my assistant?

- Yes, Professor. - We'll talk later about what's ahead of us

Ert Ertrus. "The Heritage of the King Rat. "

The rat, a cunning and dark creature,

can control the human mind.

It rules over the mysteries of the underworld where it,

capable to changing its appearance.

The rat, a cunning and dark creature, can control the human mind.

It rules over the mysteries of the underworld where it is.

They dress as humans,

they grow arms and legs.

They dress as humans, have human eyes and faces

and are indistinguishable from humans.

The love epidemics, hunger, wars, invasions.

The rats get together, mysteriously disguised and act like people.

You may even talk with them without knowing who they are.

They steal and make profits unfathomable to honest men.

They deceive with their garb and soft-spoken manner.

The kill, burn and cheat.

They're fond of luxury, good food, drink and especially power.

In times of crisis, the Rat Saviour arrives a huge Guinean rat.

He grants them powers beyond human understanding.

Sit down.

Do you think it's working?

Yes, if it's a rat poison you're looking for.

A rat poison for human rats, not for animal rats.

Do you believe that those people in the bank were not real people?

What if they were rats transformed into people?

I'm looking for indicator B.

It's a potion for detecting people with the slightest rat like properties.

And killing them.

The chemicals I need are disappearing from the shops.

Maybe I can find some for you.

Think it over. It could be dangerous.

Working with me, you'll attract the whole mob's attention.

They'll be after you more than me.

Why do you need so much?

There are lots of rats at my place, so I...

Why didn't you say so? I've noticed it too.

They've multiplied so much recently.

- I rent out rooms so I... - Okay, okay.

I must warn you though. It's not inexpensive.

- Don't worry. I'll pay you. - Very well. Come back in two days. I'll tee it up.

What's wrong, Sonia?

I don't know.

On one of the shelves, there was a rat.

He was looking right at me.

I feel so sick. I've never felt like this.

Come, you'll feel better.

I'm feeling much better.

I told you.

- What happened, sir? - Your place is full of rats.

- What rats? We don't have rats. - Rats! Real rats, you idiot!

There. Sonia is now out of danger. As if nothing ever happened.

The people in the tavern. What were they like?

Everything seemed normal.

He's now obsessed with devouring his own kind.

A cannibal rat.

We'll release him into the sewers tonight.

Later on, we'll release some more.

- Why did you kill them? - It's our job.

We're from city sanitation.

By the way, what does it concern you? Who are you generally?

Sonia. What are you doing here?

I had to come out. I was afraid of you.

Sonia! Sonia!

Was she really like me?

Very much.

How was she dressed?

I don't remember.

There!

The Rat Saviour.

When he disappears, they'll be what they were.

I don't really understand what you're trying to say.

Was it a murder or an accident?

Was Professor Boskovic bitten by an animal? A rat?

- Or did some organisation kill him? - Probably both.

The criminal law treats animal victims as accidents.

But if it was premeditated then it wasn't an "accident".

If I remember,

you took us to a bank once to show us the headquarters of a secret organisation.

I did. But I never dreamed it was an organisation run by rats.

Or that many were in its service.

My dear sir, you're stretching credibility.

- Anything new? - Nothing you haven't seen, sir.

- Pack up. - Yes, sir.

My deepest sympathy, miss. Sir.

My deepest condolences. It's a difficult moment to all of us.

- Who are they? - I don't know. I've never seen them.

Let's go.

Quickly.

Please keep this confidential.

I've noticed some strange things happening there.

It's not an isolated case, Mr. Mayor. They've taken over key civic positions.

- The Chief of police... - Leave the chief to me. I'll take care of him.

Could you continue working on that indicator alone?

Maybe. I learned a lot from the Professor.

- But I need some... - Yes, the chemicals. I provide those.

We'll keep in touch. The next time you come...

please use the rear door, not the main one.

You can speak to my personal secretary. She has my full confidence.

Come, I'll show her to you.

I'm sorry, I have an important meeting in 5 minutes.

- I can't thank you enough. - You can thank me when it's over, young man.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Do you realise what this means?

Your father had found the indicator.

They came to destroy it and they're all dead.

I wonder what the Professor did.

- I call the police. - No!

We'll only tell the mayor about this. I'll get rid of the bodies.

I know nothing about it.

I'll tell Mr. Mayor that you are here.

- What's your name? - Gajski. Ivan Gajski.

I'm sorry. Mr Mayor is not in. He's just gone out.

If you can't wait, you can write a note, stamp it and give it to me.

- Perhaps he left a message. - Try again tomorrow.

Who knows what's going on over there?

He might have been liquidated too.

- Hail the Saviour! - Hail the Saviour!

Excuse me. Who is the man who went in there?

- Who are you? Are you all light? - Sony.

Maybe he went in here.

Kindly explain, sir, what's going on? Who are you after?

- He must be here. - Who are you looking for, sir?

- What gives you the right, sir? - Call the police.

Police? The man's not normal. Call the hospital.

Help me. He's down there somewhere.

- Who are you after? - A monster! A rat.

For God's sake, sir. If you like rats, catch them yourself.

Be sensible. They're people with the power of rats.

- If the leader dies, they all die. - Maybe they're all in you head.

- What's going on? - He's chasing rats. - He must be mad.

- Go home, folks. You come with me. - I'm not going anywhere.

- Let me go! - Come with me. - What's going on? Leave the man alone.

Mr. Mayor.

- I know this man. Get my car. - Yes, Mr. Mayor.

- It's all light, ladies and gentlemen. - It's the mayor.

I don't understand that. Wondering the major knows such people.

- I nearly had him. - Who, Mr. Gajski? Are you okay?

The Saviour. Look. This is his.

Fantastic.

Why did you go it alone? You should have called me.

I did. Didn't your secretary tell you?

My dear, Mr. Gajski. She was one of them.

There are so many I don't know who to trust.

Don't be surprised I'm here. I've been going out alone a lot recently.

I can feel something happening.

I must do something, but what?

Professor Boskovic knew them. He could have saved us.

He'd found indicator B.

Why didn't you say so before? That makes you the saviour of this town.

Your car is ready Mr. Mayor.

Take the gentlemen home.

We need to talk. Come to my office tomorrow.

Thank you Mr. Mayor.

To the Flower Market, please.

In the cellar!

Great Saviour. I was told to watch the bank.

I didn't say you held your meetings there.

The man had nowhere to go. I only tried to help him.

That's just it.

The word "help" exposes you. It proves you are still what you were.

Proceed.

What's wrong, In Gajski? Didn't you suspect that it was me?

We're everyone and everywhere, despite your indicator.

Don't be afraid. We're more human than any of you.

Our ties with them only give us supernatural powers.

You'll be as close to us as was your friend Mr Rupcic.

Or Professor Boskovic's daughter at the tavern.

We've all been through it. It makes us closer, it gives as power.

Sooner or later, everyone will be with us. From now, there'll be another Gajski.

Our own. As devoted to us as your sweetheart.

Did you notice any difference between your Sonia and ours?

Ours may he...

a little less considerate...

but so much more a woman. You don't seem to have much to say, Mr. Gajski.

We're old friends. We'll be together now.

We'll have the same goals. True?

Proceed.

Ivan! Don't go home. They're waiting for you.

I barely got away.

Stop it!

- You are not Sonia. - What's wrong with you, Ivan?

Ivan!

Ivan!

- What's wrong with you? - You do not deceive me!

Who touched this?

Nobody. You know I don't understand any of it.

Come.

Come.

I'm dying and there's no hope for any of you.

Not until a new saviour appears.

He'll come, but in a time of crisis.

You will call for him!

He'll come, maybe soon.

He'll come.

The Rat Saviour