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"ARMENFILM"

"The 13th Apostle - inspired by
Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles."

It took him a long time to die,
and it wasn't easy. He was in agony.

He refused medicine.
Wouldn't let anyone near him.

Tried to kill himself a few times.

But even with this infinite
fear of death that he felt,

when he was able to slip
out of consciousness,

he would speak your name,
with great tenderness.

Thank you.

I'm not intruding, am I?

It works. I tested it,
my dog is dead.

Amos. Captain of the 23rd,
27th and 39th Expeditions.

Retired upon his return
under tragic circumstances.

Travel ban to planet in effect due to
unspecified life-threatening conditions.

Currently held in confinement
at Space Veteran Center.

Single. No living
relatives or children.

Absalom. Not
included in our index,

as his case was closed
fifteen years ago due to death.

I saw our little boy today.

As if he were alive.
I played with him.

Maria...

I asked you not to go into his room.

One day, I'll go blind.

Separate the white
from the yolk...

You'll stay with us.
I suppose I will.

This is Alma, our Sister of Mercy.
Everybody loves her.

Alma, escort our guest.

Go back to your room.

Our establishment is a bit old-fashioned,
but many people like it that way.

Have a pleasant stay.

- Good day.
- Hello, Alma.

Why is the medicine late today?

It's not late.

Your clock is running fast again.

I told the caretaker,
he promised he'd come by.

Is it not the watchmaker
that just came by?

Oh, heavens no.
He's just a visitor.

David's attending to him.

I'm glad it's David.

What are you so happy about? Me?

I'm not happy,
I just think it's funny.

Just think it's funny.

Amos has deteriorated completely.

I don't believe that
concerns you anymore.

Thank you, David, for your kindness, your
bread, your wine, your love, your nuts.

Sit down.
For your injections. Sit down.

You're breaking your habit
and having lunch with us?

It's been years since anyone but me

cared about my habits.

You're wrong.

We have a visitor.

He's interested in your
final expedition.

This porridge is disgusting.

The anniversary's in two days.
We won't cancel the festivities,

even if he decides to stay here.

Eat your hardboiled eggs.

Good morning.

You have mice.
That's impossible.

It's true. I know what
I'm talking about.

Very well, I'll tell them
to set a mousetrap.

I'm very happy to meet you.

I'll get out of your way.

You've hardly changed.

Familiar faces.

It's interesting, in your
report you write about

total madness, mass hypnosis,

mirages, phantoms...
Do you stand by what you wrote?

Isn't that enough?

It isn't. You shouldn't think the
case is closed and filed away.

Time passes, things change.
Let me be frank, Captain.

I won't hide the fact that
we've recieved a request

to re-evaluate the planet's status,
that the case must be reopened.

Of course, in light of your
report, this would be...

difficult. But...

I must say that much about your report

raises... serious questions.

We followed our orders, the
National Program, to the letter.

We had to verify its priority.

Did you? And how did you verify it?

The usual way.

Be a good boy.

Be a good boy.

Be a good boy.

What about 'thou shalt not kill'?
Thou shalt not kill, Holy Father.

Thou shalt not commit adultery,
my son.

Be a good boy.

Amen.

You know, I never slept
with her, in the end.

I'm not that great with women.

When my mother was still alive,
she really wante me to get married.

When we get back, I'll marry her
right away. She's a wonderful girl.

The only thing is,

she really loves jam.

So get this. A guy
came to the hospital.

He had an ingrown nail
on the big toe of his right leg.

His right leg? On the big toe?

The doctor says...

Let's go, fellas...

Captain, I checked, after the blast.
They're mostly twenty-carat stones.

We laid him out on
the table, and I said,

what if it hurts a lot?
So we gave him a general anasthetic.

We were just about to start
on the toe, when his heart stopped.

We opened him and began massaging the
heart. He recovered right away, right?

Just imagine!

We decided to drop him
off at a different floor,

but he fell off the gurney
and broke his leg.

Imago is the path to transformation.

It is the path to transcendence.

It is a turnover...
of the very soul.

A shift of the very spirit.

Today, everyone recieves Imago.

So anyway, he comes to,

all bloodied, bandaged up,
his leg in a cast,

and he still has
the ingrown toenail!

When he saw that,
he up and died completely.

I found them. The city is dead.

My god, so many bodies.

They'd all been dead
a few days at the outside.

They were black as coal.
Dried out.

Turned into brittle flakes.

Stop ruining our appetite, would you!

Don't give a damn.

Looks like one of us,
or all of us,

- broke the quarantine.
- Shut up!

Maybe a few of the locals, if they were
smart, escaped to the mountains.

Nonsense. They've been
dead thousands of years.

This is a holiday.

Take your communion
and calm down.

Absalom, Absalom...

Be a good boy.

Imago is both love and hate.

We turn young, we turn old.

Turn into sinners and saints.

I shouldn't have done that.

Henceforth I shall be called Abel!

Abel.

Let's go take a trip to your city.

Son of a bitch.

Stop it. Absalom.

What's the matter?

I was ashamed, Captain.
Of him, of us all.

The men are tired.
I'm tired too.

But where's their respect, sir? Their
reason? Their sense of the right thing?

Respect, reason. Those
things are scarce even on Earth.

And you want enough for the entire cosmos.

I just hated the idea of them watching us...
- Them? -Them.

I believe in things.

In the spirit infused in things
by those who created them.

They're all around us.
All the things which had uses.

All the mountains, the valleys, which had
names. Look at what we're doing to them.

Do you remember what happened to Mexico
when Cortez arrived from Spain?

A culture destroyed by righteous bigots.
History will never forgive Cortez.

It won't forgive the bloody trail of the
Ottoman Empire, will not forgive Fascism.

And I can add one more item to that list.

It will not forgive us, either.

I know how you feel.
But you can't take it too far.

And you can't go around
thinking you always know best.

No good can come of that, either.

Here you go. A souvenir.

A keepsake, from their city.

Go on back.

Be quiet.

Hear that?

Footsteps.

They're singing.

Do you hear?

I hear it.

Who's there?

We ate about ten years
worth of dust. No tracks.

Do you think he's alive?
I think so.

I don't think he'll ever come back.

I don't know how I know,
but that's the way I feel about him.

I think we're complete
strangers to him. Superfluous.

He's not coming back.

Where did you get that?

A souvenir, from their city.

These were decommissioned
about twenty years ago.

We gave you up for dead.

What are you doing?

No! No! No!

Absalom! No!

No! No! No!

Mother.

You know nothing about guns. Swine.

We've been looking for you,
and you're off in your damn ruins.

What if I told you I found
the city's last inhabitants?

- So where are they?
- Never mind.

Let me ask you a question.
How would you feel

if people came to your homeland
and started tearing it up?

I know how I'd feel.
I've got some Cherokee blood in me.

I can relate.

You can relate.

Well, then.

Today one of the survivors, their angel,

came to me and said:
"When you die, give me your boots."

I said that I would.

He said: "When you die,
give me your clothes."

I said that I would.

He pressed on: "When you die",

give me your face."

I said that I would.

Then he said to me:

"Now... you will never die."

"Go..."

"Do what you wanted to do."

So here I am.

John.

- John!
- Murderer.

I've met them. Understood
them, loved them.

I feel I am their last hope.

No one wanted to stand up for them,
no one wanted to help them.

I did it. And now there's
no one to share my burden.

Alright. I'll go alone.

Absalom!

Absalom!

Absalom!

Absalom.

Have you ever killed anyone, Captain?

Me? No.

Neither have I. This was
the first time I tried it.

You saw them dead.
They became cleaner.

More human.

I made them that way.

What about me?
Why didn't you kill me?

You're my last hope, Amos.

I didn't kill you
so that you could kill me.

Fanatic!

You're mad.

Don't count on it.

In any case, I cannot live. Kill me.

Why me?

If it won't be you, it'll be
someone from the crew.

But I need it to be you.
You, of all people.

You have a conscience.
And you have power.

This planet cannot withstand
Earth without our help.

There's no hatred here,
there are no weapons.

They had no hope of learning

to defend themselves from the likes of us.

One more thing.

When you kill me,

promise me. Promise!

Promise you'll keep them from coming to
this planet, at least for twenty years.

Take this sin upon yourself, kill me.

Forgive me.

I can't.

I'm a murderer. Go on, shoot.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

For the love of god, shoot!
Hold on.

I can't do it.

I can't.

Captain, can you hear me?

Wake up, Captain.

What happened to me?
You were asleep.

- Asleep?
- I barely found you.

Where are the rest?
Here, in this city.

Why didn't you leave?
I didn't want to leave you.

I don't know what's going on here.
Don't you get the feeling...

Captain, I feel like
we're lost children,

who miraculously survived the
desert, only to get lost in the woods.

Don't you get the feeling
that thinking takes effort here?

What is it?

I'll be right back.

Wait for me!

Who is that? Who's there?

Hello, Father.

My god. Is it really you?

Yes, Father.

What happened to you?

You've lost weight.

Grown older.

I can hardly recognize you.

Come on, give me a hug.

Let's go see your mother.
Let her get a look at you.

She's waited so long for
you to come back. -Mother?

If you only knew

how lonely we were without you.

- Where is she? Mother?
- At home!

Where else would she be?
And where is home?

What's the matter,
have you gone blind?

Do I need to tell you
where our home is?

There it is.

Touch me.

So, am I real? Alive?

Then what else do you need?

Why ask questions?

Life is the same here,
if you want to know.

We were given a second chance.
Why?

Nobody told us why.

But then nobody told us why
we were on Earth, either.

I could use a second chance.

What am I doing, I want to believe,

I'm afraid, I want to live long, I...

Give me a second chance.

Mother.

You won't get a second chance.

My son.

I remember.

I remember the rocket summer well.

They took off one by one, the rockets.

Launch by launch.

I heard them breathing out heat.

In the middle of winter,

the rockets created summer.

The rockets made climates.

All the people took off then.

Because they were happy or unhappy.

There was a reason for each man.

They were leaving bad wives,

or bad jobs or bad towns.

They were coming to find
something or leave something,

To understand something, or...
forget everything.

They were coming with large dreams,

or small dreams,

or none at all.

And the likes of me stayed.

Son.

Give me a kiss.

Amos!

Amos, dear, you were gone so long.

I have something to tell you:
I'm pregnant.

We'll finally have a baby.
I'm so happy.

We'll get married, and
never be apart again, alright?

Surprised to see me, aren't you?
You thought no one could come back.

Tell me, why did you kill me?
Was it money?

- No. -Envy? Women?
- No!

- Fear?
- No, no!

Then I'll tell you the truth.
No!

You're lying! It was an accident!
They found me not guilty!

I will be the one to judge you.

I didn't kill you.

I didn't.

Why don't you ask about Rita?

What?

Is she here too?

She often thinks of you.

I'd like to see her.

So would I.

Where is Rita?

Rita!

Rita!

Let go of me!
What are you doing?

Don't touch me! Are you insane?

Let go of me!

Don't touch me!
Don't come any closer!

Let go of her!

Don't touch me!

You tramp.

Rita, where are you going?

You bastard!

Why did you come back?
I managed to forget you, Anna!

Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't want to remember you!

Let go. You're hurting me.

Hurting you. I'm hurting you!

I'm the one who should be hurt.

If you want to set a trap,

what better bait than his own mother?

Or his father? Or his brother?

We're all in shock!
Gone back to our houses!

We're defenseless!

They wouldn't even need weapons.

I hate you.

I don't believe it!

What's the matter?
Don't you recognize me?

Mark.

Wake up! Wake up! Mark!

Go to hell!

Mark!

Amos.

John. Mark.

Paul. Luke.

Abel.

Absalom.

My lord, save us.

I love you.

Anna.

May they rest in peace.

Captain.

Why is it that you survived?

I don't know. I was unconsious
when they rescued me.

No, Captain. You misunderstand.

Why is it that... you... survived?

Why didn't you die like the rest?

Was it because you were raised in an
orphanage and never had a home,

or was it that you were without fault,
innocent as a babe?

What set you apart from
the others, Captain?

And if one recalls your own adage

about the truth never
being pleasant, then...

I was spared purposely.

Of course.

But what was that purpose?

And what did they get in return?

Your soul? And your report?

Don't make me laugh, Inspector.

Nobody knows the truth.

It's a shame.

What's a shame?

Son. My boy.

I've missed you so much.

Just once, I'm begging you.

Is that you?

I can hardly see you.

Maria. Again.

What's the matter with you?

I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

I... just wanted to see you.

Now that you have, please.
Take your pills and go to bed.

Alright. That's what I'll do.

I'm glad to see you.
Me too. Good night, Maria.

Good night.

What the hell...

Maria.

Go back right now.

This is pointless.

How much more can I take?

You promised, remember?

Stop! Stop, Maria!
Same thing every time!

What for? What for, Maria?

How many times can I tell you,
don't go into that room?

Please.

Don't go into that room!

Absalom?

This is the Inspector, open up!
Who do you need?

I need you! I saw you, Absalom!

Open up!
What do you want with me?

I want to have a word with you.

Go ahead. I can hear you just fine.

Do you know your file
states you were killed

on the 39th Expedition?
I'm aware of that.

How do you explain that?

You know enough to answer
that yourself, Inspector.

I'm not satisfied with what I know.

I need the truth, Absalom.
And nothing but.

Each man chooses his own truth.

In that case, I need...

your truth.

My truth?

Do you know the meaning
of despair, pain, hatred?

Do you know the meaning of genocide?

Of savagery destroying your world?

Of death leaving your cities empty?

You mean the Expedition.

Do not wake the dead, Inspector.

Think of the living.

You must not lift the travel
ban on that planet.

You mustn't.

Why is that?

I'm not convinced that's the case.

Very well.

You will be convinced.

Absalom.

Absalom.

Don't be so quiet, Absalom.

Don't make me...!

What's the matter? -The door.
What about it? It's locked.

Alright, if it means that much to you...

Who is this?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

- Some boy.
- Drop the act.

I'd like to examine every
room in this place.

Ah, at last.

I kept wondering when you'd come
and ask me to examine every room.

Here are the keys.

I'm also going to need a list of the residents.
- There is no list.

But if you write all the names
down, then we'll have a list.

So, number seven.

You know who lives there.

You've been torturing him
every single day.

The martyr, the Captain. Number seven!

Let's do them in the proper order,
please. Starting with number one.

Alright.

I thought you wanted to do it properly,

but you just wanted to
do it in the proper order.

Well, let's do it in the proper order.

Number one.

You know this one,
as well, the Inspector,

an inquisitive man, observes
everything, asks stupid questions.

Gets under people's skin,
poisons their lives.

Are you getting this?

Why aren't you writing?

So, the Inspector.

He's decided that he's
God's incarnation on Earth.

And he can decide what's
right or wrong, even though

this decision has no consequences for
him, he's just doing what he's told.

He doesn't care about anything.
Happy birthday.

Inspector.

To us, it is something like...

a second Christmas.

"So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,."

"Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon..."

"be still as bright."

"For the sword outwears its sheath,."

"And the soul wears out the breast,."

"And the heart must pause to breathe,."

"And love itself must rest."

"Though the night was made for loving,"

"And the day returns too soon,."

"Yet we'll go no more a-roving."

"By the light of the moon."

By the light!

By the light!

Yes. It does look like him.

Just a coincidence.
Sure, it could be a coincidence.

Especially if you consider the
fact that he hasn't changed a bit.

In the fifteen years since
his disappearence. Or...

his death. If you prefer.

I don't prefer anything.

At first I thought, Captain, that
due to some pang of conscience

you joined Absolom, destroyed your
crew, and returned to Earth with him.

I thought the purpose of your
report was to cover your tracks.

Everything I said is true. Yes?

No, Captain. You didn't
tell me everything.

There is another hypothesis.

If one recalls that during your
expedition you encountered...

a certain phenomenon.

That is, they, the planet's
inhabitants, can take...

the form of men.
One can't help but think...

Absalom.

You're dead.

I'm not Absalom.

I took his face. His appearence.

They're all dead.

They were all killed.

All of them.

We must let go of our hatred, Captain.

You can only see our misdeeds,
we can only see yours.

The best time for judgement
is when you judge yourself.

Only one thing matters now.
You must keep the promise

you gave Absalom.

We don't want any more victims.

So you must return to Earth
and do anything you can

to make sure no man
ever arrives here again.

Get up, Captain.

Who are you?

I am... a reminder,
that will be with you always.

A living reminder of Absalom.

Whom you killed.

I can help you in your task.

Forgive me, Brother.

Brother...

Oh God!

You snuck

this false Absolom, this
false man, on to Earth.

There's no telling what will be the
consequences of his presence among men,

no guarantee

that it won't spell
catastrophe for Earth.

He doesn't belong here! He doesn't belong!

And I will stop at nothing,

I will do everything within my power

to rid humanity of him.

Suppose.

Suppose everything
you said is true.

But... first of all,
it's been fifteen years.

There have been no catastrophes,
not until your arrival.

Second...

If this last survivor,
or one of the last,

of an alien civilization exists,

Should we not treat him like our son?

Should we not help him?

Rather than beat him and corner him,

forcing him to resist?

And bringing suffering to the cosmos?

I'm not in the business of
adopting alien civilizations.

I serve my country.

The travel ban remains in effect?

What's going to happen to that planet?

I feel sorry for you, Captain.

You scared me half to death.

David sent this for you.

The celebration's starting.

Do you know this man?

This man? No. I don't.

Maria.

You forgot to turn off the light.
Maria.

Yes? -You didn't...
hear anything?

No, nothing. -There was a knock on the door.
- I didn't hear anything.

No. Must be the wind.

Yes. Must be the wind.

Who's there?

Who are you?

What do you want?

Who are you?!

Lead us, me, not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

It's our son.

O Lord, forgive the sins I
have committed by deed,

word or thought.

- What's out there?
- Nothing.

But you were talking to someone.

Someone was out there.

It was a boy.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

He wouldn't answer me.

- I can feel it.
- Maria...

Sleep.

What about you?

Son!

If that really is you,

if by some chance it's you,

I'll leave the door unlatched.

Your mother misses you so, my boy.

If you're cold, if you're lonely,

come into the house.

We'd be so glad to have you.

Who is that?
Our son's come home.

"THE END"

[Translation, syncing and prayer
googling by Victor Flickstein]