Can I ask you something?
I can not promise that I will respond.
R ... Right, that's exactly what I meant.
Um, are you allowed to talk along the way?
I was thinking there might be rules.
Let me put it this way.
very few go all the way without uttering a word.
People are overcome with a strange and sudden need
confess to these trips.
And not everything can be said to be
of high quality rhetoric
but continue happily
just do not believe you're going to tell me something
I have not heard it before.
I'll try to share my story.
in five randomly chosen incidents
for a period of twelve years.
So I'm here holding this monkey.
crap is not working.
Do you have an idiot that I could borrow?
No I'm sorry.
- Not? - Not
This is strange, I thought everyone had a monkey.
I do not.
Maybe you can take a look at my car?
Well, I do not have to take a look at your car.
The problem with your jack is that it's broken.
Over there.
So, what should a person like me do?
Well, I suppose
I could go to Sonny's workshop.
and ask for roadside assistance.
It's about five miles from here.
What kind of workshop is it?
It's ... it's ... Sonny's a blacksmith, very good.
Blacksmith.
Well, maybe this sonny can fix the monkey?
You'd have to talk to Sonny about it.
Maybe I could persuade him to take me there?
- Please. - A ..
Oops, that was a mistake.
Error?
I'm getting in that car with you.
What did her mother used to say?
about not getting into cars with strangers?
Good..
I would not know what your mother said.
You may well be a serial killer.
I'm sorry, but you look like one.
Would you like me to take you back to your car?
No, no. I can take care of myself.
I'm sorry you were offended
What did I call the serial killer?
Do not.
It's not absolutely important to me.
Maybe it's just the van.
It is the kind that is expected to be kidnapped in
or used to transport corpses.
But if you really were a serial killer
I think the easiest thing would be
to bury my body up there by those trees
but you would have to remember to dig six feet down
so the foxes could not dig my grave.
What I would do?
What would I do to keep you from getting away with it?
Of course, I just
Take that monkey and hit him in the head with it.
Such a monkey can do a little harm
do not you think?
I'm not a coroner.
That would do a lot of damage.
Do not forget it. Good luck with Sonny.
Um, would it be too much to ask you to take me back?
If that Sonny is as fast as you say he is?
I'm sure Sonny is perfectly capable of giving you
an elevator back to your ..
Like ... like I told you before, I do not like it
driving with strangers.
Well, I'm as weird as Sonny.
Oh, getting on very well.
I'll talk to Sonny, just take a moment.
Sonny
Kidnapping.
How's it going?
Well, I was working on Miller's tractor
but this lady is being really persistent.
You do not say
Big mistake.
The reason why serial killers can move freely in our country
is that they have no connection to each other
and their victims.
So you just made a big mistake.
letting Sonny see them together.
Do you know..
... honestly, I have more important things
be doing with my life
than playing with that crap.
You ... you said he was very good.
Yeah, well, I'm sure Sonny was just
distracted by his damn gossip.
Now I have to go, I have a commitment.
Appointment, what appointment?
This is none of your business now, is it?
You will not leave me here.
Actually, yes, that's what I was thinking.
I'm sure there will be another serial killer going by
who can give you a ride back to Sonny.
That is, unless he decides to kill you first.
Even if I beg you to take me back?
Just one last time?
Please please.
You know, I'll take it all back.
what I said earlier about you looking like a serial killer.
No, no, no, you have no disposition.
for that sort of thing.
You're too cowardly to kill anyone.
Oh dear, you're a dangerous man.
hit her with a monkey, did not she?
Honestly, I've heard of more murders
of what I can tell.
And by the way, what this ridiculous man
has anything to do with it?
It's Glenn Gould.
one of the greatest pianists of our time.
It represents art.
Then a jack in the face of
an admittedly unbearable lady was great art.
Is that what I should do with it?
Dear Mr. Verge, please give me a chance
to shed some light on the history of the monkey.
The old cathedrals usually have sublime hidden works of art
in the darkest corners for God to see
or whatever it sounds like to call
the great architect behind everything.
The same goes for murder.
When I say cathedrals
it is first of all the Gothic buildings that we admire.
Here, elegant pointed arcs replaced the previous ones
More primitive rounded arches.
The art of engineering is, above all, about static
this is how things stand, despite
the various forces that impact buildings.
In this way, the pointed arch created the possibility of constructing
much louder and with much more light
but more importantly, with less use of material.
I often say that the material does the job.
In other words, it has a kind of will of its own
and following it, the result will be
the most exquisite.
So the material was jack
and jumped on the girl's face alone.
Art is many things.
Very convenient and unusual
in the pile of bad excuses.
But all this has no interest whatsoever
unless you are an engineer.
I'm an engineer.
My mother was of the opinion that becoming an engineer
was the most financially viable choice
but my great dream was to become an architect.
Just before the lady and the valet
I bought a lot of construction
and since I was my own developer
due to a substantial inheritance
no one could stop me from elaborating
my own plans for my own home.
Engineer or architect
What I see is a patient with OCD in full bloom.
Ordnungszwang Jack
to use a good German word.
Yes, maybe, it's true anyway
who suffered from compulsions as a child.
I was completely hysterical about cleaning up
and could never leave a room that was not
perfectly neat and clean.
A pattern that was difficult to maintain
in the freezer.
The freezer?
Freezer on Prospect Avenue.
The signal has been broken forever.
so nobody really knew the name of the street.
I bought the old owner's pizzas
the freezer.
He claimed it was a big deal
but of course I could never sell them
then everything has become too much for me.
I just ate one of those fucking pizzas.
Pizza, pizza!
And then there was a door to another room
which I could never open.
A fucking neurotic full of obsessive compulsions
and a pathetic dream of something greater.
What about the police?
I imagine they started to show up a lot.
No, call lucky if you want.
I had tried to hide her car ..
... but to my great annoyance
you can still take a look at the main road.
You know, without realizing where I had parked the car
It was a stroke of genius.
You see, the little stream defines the border of the state
and the local police, by definition
can not see through state lines.
It is not your jurisdiction.
So I did not have police investigations.
And, by the way, I do not even know if Sonny
had told me about me.
We met a few times since
but he never spoke of it.
Wait.
Hi.
Who are you?
Police.
Did something happen?
No, no, no.
Luckily, nothing happened exactly yet.
I understand you like
shopping at Carlson's Supermarket.
Because? Did something happen at Carlson?
No, however, we would like to prevent
Things Happen to Businesses in the Neighborhood
like the Carlson supermarket.
Yes, you can ... I can, can I come in?
I'd like to see a police badge.
Me too
Unfortunately today
will be a bit problematic.
Now, ahem ..
I can tell by your expression
What do you think is a bad thing?
that I do not have my police badge on me.
Right.
Well, I'm here to tell you this.
it's a good thing
... for the police department
and I'm not going to lie to you, okay?
It also happens to be a good thing for me
On a personal level. Yes.
Do you see my ... my badge
is, in the goldsmith.
Yes, it is not, the goldsmith.
They are ... they are shining and, ah ...
... adding some additional quotes to it.
I was promoted.
- OK. - Right.
So now you are ..
Now ... now what are you?
Like, what's yours, what's your position now?
We are not at liberty to discuss this.
Oh, this is considered classified information.
However, I think it's safe to say that
It is a considerable ..
... go up the stairs.
"Oh, now I can ..." "No.
Not without a badge.
Bravo, bravo, bravo, this is excellent.
That's exactly the kind of response we like to see.
"You say no, that makes my day. - Right.
Of course, everyone is always talking about security
but what ... what is someone doing about it?
No, that's the correct answer.
Yes, it is the correct answer, in fact.
Of course you will never allow anyone in your home
just because they say, "Oh, I'm a cop."
No no no no. You do not do that.
Do not.
You wait until they show you the correct
- Badge - Yes. The badge
- Yeah. - That's correct. Yes.
Hmm ..
Can I ask you for a ...
... ah, a personal question?
When exactly
Was it that you lost your husband?
It was just over six months ago
that my husband has passed ..
Where are you going with this?
I'm just thinking about you
Your pension, yes.
I'll bet with a simple phone call to one of my colleagues.
in headquarters, I could give you one, ah ..
... a considerable increase in your pension.
I bet I could, I could fold
what you are currently getting.
Wait a minute.
You could give me twice my pension
of the police department calling people?
Forgive me, uh ...
... I, I fooled you a little.
Indeed, as it is, how is it?
I'm not, I'm not a cop.
What?
I'm an insurance agent, ma'am.
The whole story I told you about the badge
this is something that we were asked to do
by the authorities, it is, by statistics
ends or something.
Hi, Glenn. - Hello, Claire.
"It's my friend Glenn." Glenn. Yeah, great face.
"Do you know Glenn?" - Yes of course.
Listen, are you interested?
in this, the increase, the money?
Well, if you can bend it.
It will not take more than a few minutes of your time.
All right, listen, you can come in.
This damn door sticks.
I mean, what the hell is the worst that could happen
as long as you can double my pension.
Damn it.
Something wrong?
This is so humiliating.
You know how to be forced to stay out there
exposed, and again
has to be placed in these situations
I do not know why.
Listen, I'm sorry, I was ...
Do you know how humiliating that is?
I'm constantly being put into these situations.
That's not fair.
"No." "Do you think it's fair?"
- No, no.
Do you want me to get you a cup of tea?
Nah, nah, nah. Do not worry about it.
There! Damn.
There! Damn. Oh, fuck. Damn.
Hell you think you're going?
Oh no. Oh no.
On here.
Put it under your head.
I'm so sorry. Ow
I'm so sorry.
Ah ...
What can I do to make it good again?
- What can I do? - Ugh!
How can I help you?
What can I do to improve?
- Talk to me? - Conversation..
- I can not talk? OK. - I can not.
Wait a second.
I have something else that I think you'll like a little.
Do you like donuts?
Shh
Have here
Here we go.
Yes, chamomile.
It's good for you.
Jesus Chri ..
A killer with OCD.
It's almost ridiculous
but what a shame for you, Jack.
And on top of that, with cleaning compulsions.
Shit.
Please get out of the car, sir.
Do you mind if I take a look at the van, please, sir?
"I'd be a bad guy if I said no. "All right, open it, please.
OK.
Sorry, sir, but there was a small invasion.
going down the street now.
I would like to ask some questions
about anything you might have seen or heard, yes?
Glenn said you were visiting Claire.
I'm sorry ... did you say anything about a break-in?
- Uh-huh - Well ..
Well, unfortunately I think you have.
a more serious problem.
Claire, she disappeared.
Clair Miller disappeared?
Yes, I've been out here
for the last two hours in my van waiting for her.
Right.
You see, I got in touch with Claire.
because her late husband was a dear friend of mine.
We worked together for several years
on the railroad and am a collector.
Yes, I collect.
I collect the Trax.
- Trax? - Old Trax problems.
It is a railroad publication
and, Jerry, uh
I know, I happen to know in fact
that he also signed up and was an enthusiast
like myself.
Then Claire said she ran inside.
and see if she could steal
a couple of problems back to me.
She did not ask me.
Right.
Better safe than sorry
when an eccentric like me just turned up, right?
- Yes Yes Yes.
So I knocked several times and she did not respond.
OK.
Sir, I'm going to ask you to be well here.
I'll just take a look.
Claire, it's Ed.
- Maybe the door is open. - What?
Or maybe not.
Claire, are you here?
Claire?
"Is she up there?" "No, she's not up there.
Maybe she went behind her back.
I think I would have noticed that.
This is very, very strange.
If you ask me, I'd say
that this needs to be thoroughly investigated.
Okay, well, I'm not asking you.
You know, I have to say, too, that I've heard
uh, some noise coming from the living room.
- Noises? - Yeah, some noise.
I, of course, can not be sure
but it sounded a bit like a ..
Like a fight of some kind.
Fight?
No, no, no. You're going to have to put it back now.
Sir, this kind of investigation, this is for the police, no.
Right, right.
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you out.
- I'm so sorry? - Lord, now!
- OK. - Hmm.
You know, I'll do it under protest.
I feel that my observations
well, they could be useful in an investigation.
As a taxpayer, someone who is fully aware of the
of my constitutional rights.
What?
Oh ... officer, please allow me to finish
I'm just trying to help, okay?
You have a minute, sir.
I would like to recommend something
and it's on my right
that this room is impeccably inspected.
With a magnifying glass, if you understand me.
- Skirt. "Have a good day, officer.
Get out, sir.
Not the cops in your story
Does it seem exceptionally naive?
Is that the point?
No, but here it comes, the point it is.
Can not wait.
The Great Rain!
He washed the long trail of my escape.
Now I do not consider myself
a decidedly dedicated man of faith.
Which, of course, is a crazy thing to say
considering our current situation
but I must admit
... I experienced the rain, the fiercest I've ever seen
as a kind of blessing.
And murder as a kind of liberation.
I felt I had a bigger protector.
And in reality you were
just a terrible pervert Satan.
But you understood, or better yet, you accepted
the connection with your own personality?
That you yourself were a psychopath?
Well, I'm not an idiot.
This is quite unusual.
The psychopath will never accept
their own diagnosis.
But I did!
For example, the psychopath
Lack of empathy.
I made a great effort to pretend normal empathy.
... to hide among the masses.
Smile.
Yes Yes Yes Yes.
Disappointed.
Very, very disappointed.
And the reeds?
I was a very sensitive child ..
... deeply afraid to play.
For example, hide and seek.
In case of hiding
I always chose to run almost in a panic
in a field of reeds to hide.
I see something different from a scared child.
I see a child with a more mysterious purpose.
The choice of the trace through the reeds was an escape
but also an open invitation to the pursuer
because of the clear path of broken reeds left behind.
There was an element coming and getting me
in you as a child?
Or maybe, more importantly
in you as a person?
There was never a small grain of disappointment
about the great rain that washed
your tracks so you could not get caught?
More like haunting ..
... when I think of all the things I've done in my life
without it, in any way, resulting in punishment.
I loved it when the men of the village
Cut the meadows with their scythes.
At that time there was talk of the breath of the meadow.
Everyone working in rhythm
exhaling as they mowed, and inhaling as they pulled
the scythes back.
It was as if the meadow lived to the fullest
in my conscience
... when I heard his breath.
Stop this.
Stop this!
Experience taught me to strangle correctly
and long enough.
Bravo, Jack!
You are certainly smart and tough.
... just like all other criminals.
The fact is that when, after several more murders
I felt my OCD decrease
I started to have bigger chances.
This time I was completely dissatisfied with the photos
so I decided to get new ones.
Damn. Damn! Fuck you!
Shit!
It struck me like lightning from a clear sky.
Damn!
I could not resist running
That old lady is gone.
He made my plan already bold enough to bring
the first body back to the murder site
in order to take some more inspired photos
much more dangerous.
I now had a severely hemorrhagic body
and another body in a bizarre and frozen position in my hands.
Damn it!
You could elaborate a bit
Why did the old lady have to die?
I can not explain everything, but maybe I can describe it
like the kind of blood frenzy
an ermine experience in a chicken coop.
Do you know Blake's poems?
... about the lamb and the tiger?
I know Blake superficially.
but I'm afraid of not escaping from a comprehensive tutorial.
God created both the lamb and the tiger.
The lamb represents innocence
and the tiger represents savagery.
Both parts are perfect and necessary.
The tiger lives on blood and murder
kill the lamb
... and that too is the nature of the artist.
You read Blake as the devil reads the Bible.
After all, the poor lamb did not ask to die
to become the greatest art.
The lamb was graced with the honor of living
forever in art, and art is divine.
But still the same red van. Now all bloody.
A little reckless, I should think
If you do not want to be discovered.
Now, that's exactly what I thought ..
... but I did not have the strength to change it
and besides, everything was still going very well.
Sometimes the best way to hide is to not hide.
But now, as I said, OCD was in decline.
... then I took deliberate risks and did not remove the blood
room or car.
In fact, it was quite liberating to reach this point.
It turns out that the old lady who was just an accident
added a great touch of humor to my staged photographs.
And I was very pleased with the result.
Sophistication.
Mr. sophistication? Of course!
His narcissism knows no bounds.
I sent the photo to the local newspaper
which is usually distinguished by the execution of stories
about missing, not to mention stolen garden gates
and so, can do well with a story with one, you know
bit more bite.
For me, what was really sensational about the job
with the photo, it was not the image
but the negative.
When I was ten, I discovered
that through the negative you can see
the true internal demonic quality of light.
The black light.
But what about regret, Jack?
The ones I read tend to regret all over the place.
I do not regret anything
no matter how long we have to walk
but I thought of something the other day.
Imagine a man walking down the street
underneath the street lamps.
Just below a light, its shadow is the most dense
but also the smallest.
Then when it starts to move
his shadow grows in front of him.
The shadow gets bigger and bigger
while diluting and the shadow behind it
of the next pole of light emerges
and gets shorter and shorter
until it reaches its maximum density
as the man is directly under the light.
Let's say that the man standing
under the first post is I
when I just committed a murder.
I feel strong and content.
I start walking and the shadow in front of me gets bigger
I like my pleasure, but at the same time
the pain is on the way, represented by the shadow
behind me from the next post
and at the midpoint between the light poles
the pain is so great that it surpasses my pleasure.
And with every step forward, pleasure dissolves
and the pain intensifies behind me.
Finally the pain is so unbearably intense
that I have to act, so when I reach the point
with the next lamp in zenith
I'm going to kill again.
I know you want to be someone special, Jack.
but let's face it, this illustration can be used
for any tale of doom of the addict.
The alcoholic empties the bottle in zenith
et cetera, et cetera.
But what about the family?
I understand that your occupation did not go away.
any space for a family in your life.
No, why?
Well, it could be, after all
that speculating on this may have triggered
just a little bit of human feeling.
For example, a variation on what those of less intelligent nodes
can call need.
Need? Because I never had a family?
No, I can not say yes.
But the concept of family really inspired
one of my greatest works.
Okay, hats for all
you should always keep your hats on.
- Thank you. - Safety procedures.
Can we go there, Mother?
Of course we will go up.
Smile, grumpy, it's going to be fun.
I think not.
It's for your sake that we came here.
I told you I did not want to go.
Do you want to see the guns?
This, George, is an rifle.
This rifle has the ability to hit your target
at a distance of several hundred meters.
And kill larger animals.
Have you ever killed any big animals?
Well, yes, I have.
But this is not something I'm proud of.
If I had killed some large animals
I'd be proud of that.
I think that's where you and I differ, Georgie.
This is a shotgun.
That's what they call a smoothbore weapon.
This is not as accurate as the rifle
but it is more effective
when the animal is closer and moving.
You can touch it if you want.
I can?
Yes.
Are we going to hunt?
Do not.
Hunting is something so unpleasant.
I used to hunt a little, but I stopped.
Because?
To be honest, I think hunting is nasty.
For example, if I wanted to photograph some of the crows
in that tree, we would be talking about
which is known as slaughter, which means simply
you want to determine which animals you will allow
to live in their forest.
The raven has no value as prey
but can be shot down because they are seen as something
of a threat to the animals you want to grow.
Slaughter is also such a nasty word.
It has a touch of ethnic cleansing about it.
The very sick and twisted act of hunting
was ritualized
to such a disturbing degree.
The battue, for example
where a row of scouts scares the light of day
out of an entire forest.
Not to mention the trophy parade, practiced mainly
in Europe at the end of the hunt
as a final insult
in which each species has its own traditional place.
We want to climb the tower, Mother.
Shh George, wait.
Yes, we are climbing.
Okay, George, you want to shoot?
I'm going to point
... you pull the trigger.
Fire!
Great!
To take down an animal of this size
You have to be sure to hit the vital signs.
what does it mean here, in the area of ​​the lungs.
As you can see, this one has been hit
in the back room.
An animal could run a great distance
with an injury like this.
That is why normally a good hunter would have
a Schweiss dog, who is trained in following a trail of blood
so you can track the animal and finish the job.
Schweiss, well, that's the word we use to track the blood.
Congratulations, young Georgie, you hit the animal.
So you met a family?
Yes, that's just the way I like to see it.
But it's all much simpler with animals.
What do you mean?
Order is important.
The back usually runs in front with the biggest fawn
following the last minor.
You would normally shoot deer
starting with the back
based on the fact that the two older animals can survive
without the young
Whereas if you shot the mother first
and did not get the others
the two fawns probably would not survive.
So, this way, you then shoot the biggest fawn
and then the mother last.
Stay down!
Stop! George!
George!
My family was moving in the wrong order.
I've always taken ethical hunting rules
very serious.
At this point, I think of myself as a gentleman.
A gentleman, really?
Hmm.
Or a Mr. Sophistication?
Not! Not!
Not!
George does not seem to have much appetite.
Maybe he liked some of that pie.
You know, when I was a boy, I never had enough pie.
Why you do not do what I say
... and give the young man a piece of pie?
It is if you have nothing to say about it.
This should be a nice picnic.
This was a good day.
An excellent day.
Do you have a favorite number?
Any number?
Everyone has a favorite number.
Twelve.
This is an excellent number.
Very good number indeed.
The picnic is over.
You can go forward.
I'll take care of the kids.
1.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
Schweiss.
Exactly.
Do you expect me to praise or applaud you?
You know I'm sad.
that you're so critical, Verge.
Do not look at the acts, look at the works.
The whole notion of trophies.
No no no no!
You're constantly trying to manipulate me.
And with children
the most sensitive subject of all.
I'm sensitive too, Verge.
I can not sleep in a sheet with the least wrinkles.
Hunting, after all, is a metaphor of love.
And that's your weakness, Jack.
So much happened during those days
let's call it signs in the sun and the moon
who claimed my presence for another work of art
and aroused my aggression.
First, the eclipse.
Then the volcanic eruption of Mount St. Helena
which I could see from my lot.
I had just decided that using concrete blocks
was totally wrong.
So I decided to change the material.
The divine material.
Love, Jack.
Love is also an art.
Not to mention intimacy.
The Ice Man always inhaled the last breath of his victims.
Jack!
Border?
I'm here, Jack.
I do not feel so good, Verge.
There is a bitter taste in my mouth.
Do you want me to show you the way to the next whiskey bar?
It's the acid you're starting to prove.
Appears in that depth.
I'm afraid you have to get used to it.
I put Grumpy in the anteroom
... and left him there until rigor mortis
had disappeared.
I had a plan for the grumpy little man.
What does that mean?
Those who are really good at taxidermy
can make the animals look alive
changing their expressions and positions
then it becomes a whole little scene.
I discovered that if I worked around rigor mortis
and worked before the corpses froze
so I could manipulate their expressions
and positions with steel wire, pins, ribbon
and things like that.
And then, when they were frozen
remove everything and have an almost
credible human being.
Grumpy was no longer irritated.
Was that what you were looking for?
A completely reliable human being?
Without becoming too romantic, one can say
that exactly this is a reminiscence
of a kind of desire for love?
I had a romance.
Where did the crutch come from, Jack?
You were not hurt, did you?
A very handy little trick if you want to look harmless.
In general, if you carry some luggage and a crutch
people come running to help
and then you force them into the car with a gun.
What does this have to do with love?
I really had strong feelings for this one
much stronger than a psychopath should be able to have.
Smile.
Hey.
Talk to me.
I can not.
I hate the way you look at me.
The way I look at you?
OK.
Can you tell me what's on your mind now?
I just do not know where I got you.
Are you trying to leave me?
I feel like you're trying to leave me.
I will not leave you.
I'm fine here.
Do you feel that?
I'm right here, on the other end of the line.
Turn it off for a second.
- Hello. - Who am I talking to?
You know who you're talking to.
You know I would never leave you.
Now what do you say?
Do not you think we deserve a drink?
Right.
I'll finish for cocktails soon.
Simple?
You know I hate when you call me simple.
My name is Jacqueline.
Jacqueline?
Did the old Mr. and Mrs. Simple really have such a vivid imagination?
Jacqueline .. I bet they got it.
right after the "New York Times" crossword puzzle.
For me, his name is simple and simple.
Hey, you have great breasts.
Why do you always have to be so rude?
What..
Is this raw?
I do not think I was being gross.
You have already discovered the difference between
lions and tigers?
Tigers have stripes.
And where do they live?
Africa?
And the difference between an architect and an engineer?
Architect draws houses?
And an engineer?
Do you draw houses too?
Do you call it difference?
An engineer reads music, an architect plays music
if this is something your limited brain can do.
Why do you always have to be so cruel?
I'm not completely stupid.
This fucking depends on your definition of "Completely."
Can we just talk about something normal?
- How do you like it?
What do you do, something like that?
Information on what I do.
In simple terms, a simpleton can understand
Is it really that simple?
Yes.
I kill.
OK.
I killed 60 people.
I'm a serial killer, simple.
You are weird.
Am I strange?
Why, why am I saying that I killed 61 people?
You said 60 before.
If you were not as dumb as a fucking doorknob
you would be familiar with the term "Updated."
Just because the number was 60 an hour ago
does not mean that it can not be easily
61 in just a few minutes.
Well, I'm not dumb like a doorknob.
Maybe I have not read as many books as you.
Simple, come on.
You're such a fucking idiot.
Now, why are not you a good dream?
and will get me a magic marker.
Could you bring me a magic marker?
Red or black?
And ... or okay.
You're fucking weird.
Excuse me.
Official. - Yes.
My friend is totally strange.
and he said that he killed 60 people
or maybe even 61.
Have you been drinking?
A yes.
So stop.
Everything this woman said ..
...it is true.
I killed 60 people!
Sixty people!
I'm a serial killer.
Please help me.
I've also been a horrible human being ..
... for this woman right here ..
...Mrs. Jacqueline.
Miss, you'd be kind enough to sweep your friend here.
and take you back inside?
I can not order you to stop drinking.
but I would recommend it.
I can never make up with you.
He will never be able to make peace with you.
Can you forgive me?
Yes.
I forgive you.
Let's go. Lets go in.
You need some pills.
I have a friend who has good pills.
You're leaving?
I was going to get some pills.
Do you have my ... my keys?
I'm not going to take some random pills.
You know, I really think I deserve better than that.
I'll grab the keys.
It's a bad habit for you.
He runs down there every time.
We started to have, have a good time.
Right?
You're walking without your crutch.
And you were not wearing it downstairs either.
You're Mr. Sophistication, are not you?
If you feel like screaming
... I definitely think you should.
You call it screaming?
Help! Help!
Help!
Yes, help!
There's a killer in the building!
It's Mr. Sophistication!
Help!
Shh!
Shh! Hey.
Hey. Hey.
Shh!
You listen?
Do you hear anything?
Do you hear someone running to help?
Some neighbors you have.
Do you want to try the window?
I just want my keys.
I want my keys.
Help!
Help me!
Please help me!
You know, maybe I'm wrong, but ..
... as far as I can tell ...
... not a single light came on
in any apartment or ladder.
Do you know why this is?
Because in this hell of a city ..
... in this hell of a country ..
... in this hellish world, nobody wants to help!
You can scream ..
... from now until Christmas Eve
and the only answer you will have
it's the deafening silence you're hearing now.
We can not talk?
There's a time to talk
and a time to be quiet.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth!
Okay, simple.
I'm sorry, Miss. Jacqueline.
Now is time
... for you to choose a knife.
All you have to do is shake your head.
Not?
How about this?
Do not you like that too?
OK.
How about this?
Hmm.
Good..
... this is an interesting, simple choice.
Do you know..
... there is something that has bothered Mr. Sophistication ..
... for a long time.
And maybe it's more interesting for him ..
... of what would be for you.
But to be honest
He gets really fucked up when he thinks about it.
Why is it always man's fault?
No matter where you go
It's like you're some kind of errant person.
Without even having hurt a single kitten.
I really feel sad when I think about it.
If someone is so unhappy ..
... how to be born male ..
... then you too are guilty.
Think of the injustice in that.
Women are always the victims, right?
And men are always criminals.
I told you before, this is private property.
I want you to leave.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
could not put the Simple back again.
Why are they always so stupid?
Who's stupid?
All the women you kill seem to me seriously unintelligent.
Let's go.
I also killed men.
But you only talk about stupid women
unless you think all women are stupid.
Well, the stories I told were randomly selected, but ...
Do you feel superior to women and want to brag?
It happens, does not it, Jack?
No, no, but women are easier.
Not physically, they are just easier to work with.
More cooperative.
To kill, you mean.
If you like.
Mr. Sophistication believes in this theory.
So Mr. Sophistication is the theorist?
I can tell that you're licking
when I talk about Mr. Sophistication.
"So Jack hears voices
"to order him to do or do that.
Jack must be psychotic. "
I hate diagnosis you can simply write in letters.
This is not fair, the lyrics are clear.
They take care of us and create limits
between good and evil and they carry the religion.
Religion ruined humans
because your God teaches people to deny the tiger itself
and turns us into a multitude of slaves
too shameful to acknowledge this.
Jack, you should have read
the right lyrics in your life
but you did not want to.
The corpses collection was frozen
shortly after death
however, I think a handful of them, by chance
had attained a certain degree of putrefaction
before I could put them on ice.
Can you tell if putrefaction is good or bad?
Most people would say, it's the natural collapse
which, in the end, is a reaction of matter
which is the basis for life on earth.
So it is neither particularly good nor bad.
and that a human being should be perceived as alive
if you describe the qualities of that person
and identify the ultimate goal of that person.
But that's where Mr. Sophistication
has a very different opinion.
He argues very well that the ultimate goal
for humans is not prior to death
but later.
You reduce everything human to matter
and so life disappears and along with it art
which you value highly.
Beira, you're an old bitter bastard.
You kill art by imposing your moral rule on life.
that I want to free
because art is so immensely vast
than we will ever understand.
Can I illustrate now?
There is no avoiding it, is there?
I have no control over how many processes are involved
in the decay of a dead human
but I know a bit about dessert wines.
In order to attain the most sublime sweetness
and the best wines, nature has provided us with
with several methods.
The three most common forms of decomposition are
frost..
...dehydration..
... and a fungus with the enticingly
mysterious name, noble rot.
The first method is that in Germany
is used to produce "Eiswein".
The method simply involves
leaving the grapes on the vine for so long
that they are exposed to frost for a certain number of nights
before being pressed.
This method increases the sugar content
in wine dramatically.
It is very risky because the grapes must have certain qualities
in order to be able to support the proceedings.
In addition, there may be uncertainty
about whether or not the frost of the first night
precisely meets expectations, et cetera.
The second method is called "Trockenbeeren"
in which the grapes are left on the vine
until they dry and almost become raisins.
The last method, which, for example
is essential for the production of Sauternes
is a type of mold that makes grapes
be very full
and have an explosive sugar content.
You could say about all three processes
which is the collapse that raises the living grape
until being part of a work of art.
You can see the processes that start in a human being
after death in the same way.
Say you! And I still say that without love there is no art.
It is not in debate.
The thing you're talking about with the grapes
it is only the method of decomposition of nature.
If decomposition is a way to salvation
So what about your house?
God, you can not convince me.
that the idea of ​​his first house be demolished
was in some way satisfactory.
You say it was built to be demolished?
No, of course it was not ideal.
and I'm sorry to hear that happened
no less than three more times
I started the construction and I was in doubt.
It was difficult to create the house
that I dreamed.
The material did not do what I wanted it to do.
The houses I had drawn had already
in the first detail, something banal
not to say common, about them
Is not that what you would call epigonism in art?
Your great talent has only come so far
you, artist of all time.
When you were writing, you did not plan
the destruction of his most popular literary work?
"A Eneida" was a commissioned work
where the dominant power and its ideas were glorified by me
to the point where it was no longer art.
But if glorification could downgrade a job
... why destruction and demolition
will not be able to do the opposite and create art?
Albert Speer invented "The Theory of the Value of Ruin"
examining the Greek and Roman ruins
and built his buildings using both the weaker ones
stronger materials
so that, in a thousand years' time, they would appear
like aesthetically perfect ruins.
Which were fortunately crushed into atoms
in a few years after its construction.
Hubris is punished by the enemy
if I can use an old expression.
But an artist must be cynical
and not to worry about the welfare of humans or gods in their art.
This talk about the value of the ruins
makes it too obvious, not to mention another subject.
The value of the icons.
The Stuka
without doubt the most beautiful airplane in the world
and at the same time presenting a frighteningly sophisticated detail.
I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
No, by God, it never interested me.
but tell me about it.
The Stuka was a dive bomber.
They say the pilots really fainted
for a brief moment during the actual dive.
But the detail please.
Fantastic.
Incomparable.
Watch the sound as the plane dives.
The shrill sound.
A poor design result, if you ask me.
Poor design, please.
On the contrary, the cry was intrinsic
sirens were attached to the airplane landing gear
purposefully conceived as a psychological act of war.
No one who listens in action will forget that sound.
This made the blood run cold in everyone's veins.
Known as Trumpet of Jericho.
Sadistic, but in your eyes
probably a masterpiece.
No, more than a masterpiece.
An icon.
The person or persons who conceived the Stuka
and their functions, were icon-makers.
What I'm getting at is this.
as uninteresting as the world
to recognize the beauty of decay
is so inclined to give credence to those
no credit for us
who creates the real icons of this planet.
We are considered the ultimate evil.
All icons you have and will always have
an impact on the world
are for me extravagant art.
The noble rot.
Stop it ... you Antichrist!
I do not remember having escorted
A person as depraved as you, Jack.
Since then you have apparently defined your heart
in mass extermination
let me make a brief comment
about the Buchenwald camp
which emphasizes my attitude toward art and love.
In the middle of this concentration camp was a tree
and not just any old tree but an oak tree
and not just any oak, but the only Goethe
when he was young, he sat down
and wrote some of the most important works of humanity.
Goethe
Here you can talk about masterpieces
and the value of the icons.
The personification of humanism, dignity
culture and goodness was by the irony of faith
suddenly present
in the middle of one of the all time
major crimes against humanity.
Some people claim that the atrocities we commit
in our fiction are these inner desires
which we can not commit in our controlled civilization.
So they are expressed through our art.
I do not agree.
I believe that heaven and hell are one and the same.
The soul belongs to heaven and the body to hell.
The soul is reason and the body is all things dangerous
for example, art and icons.
Let me finish with a curiosity.
I always considered ridiculous
when I heard about the serial killer
favorite trophy.
Here you are, Jack.
And still I'm tempted not to let
The other bosom of Simple goes to the trash
but have prepared and sown.
Also a small icon.
Thank you sir.
Do you want to die?
"No." "Then do as I say.
Do what I say!
Unlock.
Release the keys.
Inverted March.
Cuff
Cuff!
Get down on your knees.
We're freezing.
One of the others fainted earlier.
We're dying of cold.
We're dying.
Same? "We're freezing."
I think I owe you an explanation.
During World War II on the Eastern Front
German soldiers have had large execution programs
but they were missing ammunition
so they experienced the execution of several individuals
with one, just one bullet.
Now, as a tribute to this, ingenuity ..
... I'll do a little experiment.
I will use
... a full metal bullet
which has the capacity
go through each and every one of their heads.
This is not something I would be able to do
with basic hunting ammunition.
Wait, wait, wait, sir.
I ... it's a misunderstanding, sir.
- I hear that a lot. - No sir.
W ... What I mean is you're wrong.
on the ammunition, sir.
This is not full metal ammunition, sir.
I'm a military man, and I know it, sir.
Damn.
You're right! This is a round of hunting.
This box is ... it's completely wrong.
Damn it!
Forgive me, gentlemen, I'll have to, uh
Leave for a moment.
I know it is not an ideal situation.
Do not die with me, okay?
I've never yelled at you before, Al
but I'm about to.
What does this look like to you, what does it say there?
Uh, thirty-six strangers ..
"Thirty-six strangers, that's correct. - Yes.
Also says full metal jacket.
And when I look inside
Bring me a goddamn box, Al, and this time.
Make sure you have bullets full of metal jacket!
It's too much to ask for the contents of the box
match what is written on the label?
I can, I can see that you're right
the label does not exactly match the ..
... content.
"Well ... that's correct. - Yes but..
The thing is that what I can not see
is that the ... the ..
... the box was bought here at the store.
Uh ..
Well, I buy all my shit here.
I have, for 20 years.
I'm here almost every two weeks.
What's wrong with you, Al?
I'm sorry, I need to see a receipt.
- Receipt? - Yes
Well, I do not have a receipt.
I never remember receiving a receipt here.
I'm in a hurry now.
Let me buy a new box.
But this time, make sure it contains
full metal jacket bullets.
Okay, can I see some ID first?
Do not do it, Al.
The thing is, the law requires me to have ...
How about now..
No doubt about your ... your identity ...
Just sell me a full metal bullet.
Can I just ask?
... why just ... um?
Well, that's none of your business.
"That ... that's right. I'm ... - Are you okay?
I do business here because you do not ask stupid questions.
I'm so sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry.
- Shut up, Al, go home, have a sandwich. - OK.
You've lost your damn mind, Al.
Yes. I'm sorry. I'm so..
Fuck you, Al!
Al was totally crazy.
I need a cartridge full of metal.
Yesterday, the police visited Al
and so I
with lights and sirens
for you.
It's over now, Jack.
What's more?
They know what you did.
We..
All right, what did I do?
The assault.
Theft?
You guys better fucking together.
I did not steal anyone.
This is ridiculous.
I'm going to call the police, Jack.
Give me your gun.
I do not run around with guns in me.
I mean, this is crazy.
Sit down, Jack.
This is SP
I want to get Rob.
Well, when you get hold of him, you'll tell him
to get here immediately.
I got Jack.
I'm glad you're the only one who got me.
Maybe you do not know that.
... but I think of you as my best friend.
Now, this may not be a big problem for you.
... but you meant so much to me.
It's good to know that it's all over.
Someone had to free me
and prevent me from stealing things that do not belong to me.
And that someone turned out to be you.
Do you remember the time you took that eight-pointer?
that I've been tracking for four days?
I was in my territory for sure.
No one is questioning this.
You always were a great photo.
Now, would you stop pointing that gun at me?
Kind of hurting my feelings a little.
I'm not going anywhere.
After everything you know me, SP
Yes.
I know you.
And you never lied to me.
Do not.
As fast as I've ever been, huh?
You could not make it to the door.
What did I do?
You got it, SP
Well, I'll get you out of here.
Can we agree to this?
Is it a cartridge full of metal?
Yes sir. That is..
This is a full metal jacket rifle cartridge.
Please please
Please do not do this, please.
- All right, come on. - Do not do it, please!
No, no.
I can not concentrate.
It's very close.
Perfect.
Jack!
Who are you?
Call me Verge.
How did you get here?
What you want?
I think you called me.
I've been with you for a while, you just did not notice me.
So you came here to stop me?
I did not come here to stop you from anything.
I just have one question.
What is the issue?
Was not there something in you building a house?
Would not Jack build a house?
Yes.
I ... I ... I was ...
... trying ..
... but I did not go very far.
This is the police.
Get out with your hands where we can see them
I can see that it will be a bit difficult
to build that house, but maybe another.
Think, Jack, you're an engineer after all.
and call himself an architect.
I have been told that you have an interesting theory
about the material
that you claim to have will of your own.
Find the material, Jack
and let it do the job.
Your house is a little house, Jack.
It is absolutely usable.
Are you coming, Jack?
I'm here ... Jack.
Can I ask you something?
I can not promise that I will respond.
R ... Right, that's exactly what I meant.
Um, are you allowed to talk along the way?
I was thinking there might be rules.
Put this way
very few go all the way without uttering a word.
People are overcome with a stranger
and sudden need to confess on these journeys.
And not all of this can be said
be of high quality rhetoric
but continue happily
just do not believe you're going to tell me something
I have not heard it before.
Do you hear a buzz?
Yes.
And I do not think you want to know.
where are you coming from?
I want to know everything.
Thousands of years ago, humans
I tried to locate hell.
Among other methods
looking for the sound that it generates.
One should not focus on the extraction of cries and moans
because the cries of pain of so many millions
of individuals together ..
... it becomes what you just heard.
A tinnitus whose intensity
will increase as we get closer
to the presence of suffering.
Border?
I'm here, Jack.
I do not feel so good, Verge.
There is a bitter taste in my mouth.
Do you want me to show you the way to the next whiskey bar?
These are the Elysian fields.
We do not have access here.
This is how the deepest hell goes.
It's not really here that I'm going to give you ..
... however unlikely it may seem ..
... but some circles higher up.
I took you here as a kind of favor ..
... because you did after all give me a little chew
with its history, and I understood
that you wanted to see everything.
When you're done looking, we'll be back.
Where does this path lead?
On the other hand.
This leads out of hell and up.
As you can see, there was once a bridge
but that was before my time.
Can not climb all the way?
This way..
... and move to the other side?
Very few tried, but I have to say ..
... never successfully.
I do not recommend
but the choice is entirely yours.
I'll take my chance.
Goodbye, Jack.
Goodbye,