All language subtitles for The.Platform.2

- One meal?
- Anything?

- Anything?
- Well...

- Asparagus.
- Lasagna.

- Pizza.
- Um...

Warm chocolate cake with coconut sugar.

Fried eggs and french fries.

- I want a raw vegan salad.
- I eat pizza every day.

Garlic shrimp, I'd say.

Could the vanilla ice cream be served
on a separate dish, please?

And I want the yolk to be solid.

- With some bulgur wheat.
- The one with the most meat.

I hate it if they touch before I eat it.

- Not broken.
- Beef, pork, and chicken.

And with turmeric.

An object...

- Anything?
- Well...

- Um...
- Hmm.

That pen.

- A razor.
- An axe?

- A dildo.
- A dagger.

Okay, I was joking.

A very beautiful painting.

Can you guarantee
that I'll have pizza every day?

I guarantee it.

I want you to know
that I'll be upset if that's not the case.

Uh...

How upset?

You know the reason why I'm here, right?

Hmm.

It says here that you tried
to set fire to your parents' house

while they were asleep.

Well, that's how upset.

Aren't you ashamed
of yourselves, you motherfuckers?

- Yeah, you. What are you looking at?
- 21!

Hey! It's him!

The one who's hiding. The guy on 21.

He ate all the meat
on the pizza and the pork loin.

The first day,
and they're already screwing it up.

21!

- Whoa! Hey, no.
- No!

- Fucking new guys.
- How many times do we need to tell you?

That I'm only entitled to eat my dish?

Or something you swap
with someone else voluntarily, yes.

It's the Law.

You mean the Law that means
absolutely nothing to whoever ate my dish?

We'll solve it,

but you can't behave like a Barbarian
who eats whatever he likes.

No, no. The Barbarians are the guys
on 21 who ate my stuff.

I, at least, should be able
to have the right to eat something--

You have the right to let us,
the Loyalists, protect your dish. Yes?

That's what we're doing.

If this is the way you,
the Loyalists, handle everything,

then I think we're gonna have
a big problem.

It's not easy, but since
the Revolution of Solidarity began,

each month, the Pit gets fairer.

And with everyone's support,
the Law will soon reach the last level.

Don't you see that if you eat the food
that another person has ordered,

they will certainly feel... aggrieved

and legitimized to eat whatever they want?

That it will be detrimental
to other people,

which will affect many more.

And that will generate a chain disaster
that will leave those below without food.

Are you done now?

Listen to me, you dumbass,

if you eat that chicken wing,
that's what will happen.

She called me a dumbass.

Watch what this dumbass does.

Yes. That's what will happen.

Sure. That's easy for you to say.

No one has eaten any
of your fucking croquettes, have they?

Do you want one?

Okay.

But I don't want any surprises tomorrow,
you hear me?

Fine. Just make sure you eat it
before the platform leaves.

The Administration
doesn't allow us to keep the food.

They punish us for it.
Just once, if you know what I mean.

I understand.

And why don't they punish
the motherfuckers

from 21 who ate my pizza?

Only eating our dishes,

it is a rule
we have established among ourselves,

not the Administration.

And remember, you're lucky you woke up
on Level 24.

But next month, it may be a lower one.

But what you have done
on your first day is very commendable.

You have respected others,
and you've kept your level tidy.

Make sure to not let the Pit
keep you down.

"Make sure to not let the Pit
keep you down."

What's your name?

Zamiatin.

Perempuán.

Perempuán.

Well, to be honest,
my favorite dish was

the ham croquettes
that my ex used to prepare.

But of course, that's impossible now.

Don't you miss him?

What are you looking for?

Time.

I need time to forget what I did.

44!

- 44!
- 44!

44!

- 44!
- 44!

44!

- 44!
- 44!

44! Pass it on!

- 44!
- 44!

Down at Level 44,
the communication chain has been cut off,

and from there down, we don't know if food
has been distributed fairly or not.

We do know from 21 on.

- Hmm?
- How many levels are there?

333.

It's not important
how many levels there are.

The most important thing is
that food gets to them all.

Tomorrow, our comrades
from Levels 19 and 20

will go down to 21 to defend your pizza.

And the ones from Levels 42
and 43 will go down to 44,

so the people down below are able to eat.

That's how it works.

And now, you should step back.

What's the matter?
Is it also forbidden to stand here?

How did that make you feel?

When I almost killed
my parents?

Uh... excuse me.

One second.

According to
what it says, you tried to burn your room,

but after 30 seconds,
you thought better of it.

You burned a wastebasket,
the autobiography you were writing,

and two empty pizza boxes.

You should know, you fucker,

that they sent me here
because they're afraid of me.

♪ Where's my fucking pizza? ♪

Shut the fuck up!

- What's going on?
- ♪ Where's my fucking pizza? ♪

♪ Where's my... ♪

What's going on?

Barbarians on 21
are still fighting up there.

I'm afraid they're going
to be punished just once.

Come on!
Who's next? You? You? Let's go!

- Motherfucker!
- 22!

Come on!

They're on the platform.

If they can't stop them on Level 22,
it will be our turn to pacify them.

And yours too.

What do you mean, our turn?

I didn't come here to fight.

Nobody said anything about fighting.

I'll forgive them
for yesterday and let it go.

Go break the bed frame
and take out the bars. Do it now!

Take it. Now!

- What do we do?
- I don't know.

Révolution solidaire !

Move, for fuck's sake!

No. No.

Hey, hey!

- What's happening?
- They want us to fight.

- What?
- For the food. With the guys above us.

You?

Hey. People above, you hear me?
Do you hear me? Do you hear me?

I'll give you my pizza. It doesn't matter.

It's yours, but please, don't hurt me.

Hey!

Get it out! Get it out! Hey! Hey!

La plate-forme.

The... the food.
We have to get rid of the food. Help us.

Cold, cold.

They're trying to freeze us.

Help me get rid of it.

Come on.

Help!

That's it.

That's all of it.

It's over.

Well done.

You're brave, huh?

Is he still unconscious?

Yes.

Want some pizza?

Want some pizza, you bastard?

- Want pizza?
- Enough!

This asshole has caused a lot of damage.

And because of him, today nobody will eat.

But we don't do things that way.

No.

The way you guys do things is exquisite.

What?

Maybe he's not the only one responsible.
What do you think?

Yesterday, I could have eaten
any other thing.

There was plenty of food,
but you wouldn't allow it.

So it's our fault?

I'm only saying that sometimes,
if you grant some freedom--

No, no! You better shut your mouth now!

No? Of course not--

Freedom has nothing to do
with eating whatever you like.

Nothing. Okay?

She's dead.

You motherfuckers!

Fucking assholes! Fuck!

That was very brave.

Enough!

What do we do with him?

You'll do nothing.

I'll go down with him
until I find one of the Anointed Ones.

The Anointed Ones?

They are the people that were lucky enough
to meet the Master.

The man who laid the foundations
of the Law.

They are in charge of applying it wisely--

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The Master?

Some people call him

the Messiah

or the Hidalgo.

Nobody knows if he's still alive.

Or if he ever existed.

It was a long time ago.

Before I got here.

The Master sent a message of hope.

It is said that he survived
for one full month without eating

on one of the lowest levels.

Meditating.

The next month, he woke up on a level...

a level that the food had never reached.

He cut the flesh from his own thigh...

and he fed all of the needy.

His Anointed Ones.

And since then, month after month,

they have spread his message of solidarity
throughout the Pit.

Defending a fair distribution of the food.

It's something
that we all can achieve together.

And if heads have to roll, then so be it.

Whatever you say, Robespierre.

But I haven't eaten in two days.

And I want my pizza!

Are you sure about that, Robespierre?

Don't you think your master

will be thrilled
if you cut her into pieces

and shared them out among the needy?

She is already cooked.

No.
Cannibalism is forbidden by the Law

since the Master
showed us the way with his sacrifice.

Every day, you come up
with a new rule, Robespierre.

Look.

These dishes belonged
to the ones who died yesterday.

- I have to throw them away.
- Throw them away?

The Law doesn't allow us
more than one.

Yeah, but why?

The arbitrary distribution
of the leftovers

grants a privilege to a small few.

And nobody respects a law
that allows inequality.

But the distribution
doesn't have to be arbitrary.

We can still eat all of that!

Okay, so...

Mussels, torreznos, and roast lamb.

Now you are the custodians of the meals
of those who are gone above you.

Each day, you must check
that they are still intact

and get rid of this source of discord.

If you want to, you can swap,
but that means you must throw yours away.

Okay?

Believe me, this is the best thing
in the long run.

Nobody should ever benefit
from the murder of a comrade.

Allez.

What are they gonna do to him now?

It will be severe... but just.

Shh.

I hope to find an Anointed One
before reaching the Level 44 barrier.

There are not many left.

Respect the Law.

And also enforce it.

Do you believe all that?

It's the last day.

Show me what you can do.

I'm more of a science guy.

I'm not as stupid as I look.

I devoted my whole life
to pure mathematics.

One day, I quit.

Why's that?

This is why.

The square root of minus one.

The solution to this root is

what in mathematics
is called an imaginary number.

Imaginary.

One day, I concluded
that if we accept something

that doesn't match any physical reality
of our universe as a solution,

I could never trust mathematics again.

Or anything else.

I left my job
at the university, my investigations.

And I abandoned my family.

- You left your family because of that?
- I went back to my parents'.

Do you have kids?

What's wrong with the imaginary?

And you? Do you have kids?

The imaginary doesn't exist.

And it doesn't have a purpose.

What's your story, Perempuán?

I need time to...

to forgive myself.

This month,
food has reached Level 175!

175!

- 175!
- You hear that? 175.

Yes!

Come on.

- Why?
- Let's dance.

You wanna dance?

You're crazy.

Fine.

No!

Oh my God!

179,
cannelloni and sweet and sour pork.

Pizza and croquettes, here.

Down there,
they're saying they won't cooperate.

They'll eat everything that arrives.
When it arrives.

What's your dish?

I ordered a dessert. Pantxineta.

It would be nice to have dessert
for lunch some days.

Can't you see where we are?

The system is improving every month.

- We can't start doubting it.
- 169!

169!

Is there any news from up there?

The chain is cut at 169.
We don't know anything.

I hope the Law
is being enforced by Robespierre's gang

and they are kicking ass right now.

The Law is love.

The Law is determination.

The Law is love under determination.

Don't let fools confound you
because there is love in the Pit.

They feel alone and helpless, but the Law...

The Law is for everyone.

Last month, he spent 25 days
without eating. On 169.

Fucking moron.

My cellmate is new.
There's lots of new people up there.

And below.

That means a lot of people
died last month.

We were also new here,
and we learned how to respect the Law.

We learned how to respect the Law
on Level 24.

We have all been chosen.

We will all be raised on high.

And regrets are nothing but shadows
that pass and go away.

And sorrow is not in us.

Strength and love are in us.

Look. Look at the light
that the Master radiates upon us.

Even if our home
is destroyed by fire and sword,

his invisible house will stand.

His invisible house will stand firm.

And you, even you do not yet know
his full meaning.

He's at the center of everything.

He's the magician!

He is life.

And he gives life.

He is the flame that burns...

In the heart
of all mankind

and at the core of all stars.

Look. Look at the light that the Master
radiates upon us.

If determination stops when shouting why,

and then determination stops,
and it is not done.

The idiot sees the Law
but does not understand it.

- He is the flame that burns.
- Would you fucking stop?

It's the sign!

It's the Anointed Ones
freeing the Pit of the Barbarians.

There's no more fear.

Instead of murdering everybody,
why don't they come down

and protect our food?

And leave the ones
who don't respect the Law above?

That would be suicide for the rest!

The Law is power, severity, and order.

He who is upright shall remain upright!

He who is filthy shall remain filthy!

Shut up, asshole!

Where'd it come from?

A long way up.

We'll still have to wait a few more days.

We have to seek
and destroy the traitors.

Their death will be beautiful.

Their death will seal
our true and only love.

Do good here,

and you'll be rewarded forevermore.

Do good here,
and you'll be rewarded forevermore.

I have good news.

There's only the blockage on 169 and 168.

Those Barbarians are trying
to sabotage the communication,

but the Anointed One who leads
the liberation wants us to be strong.

Listen to me.

He's asking us to identify
the crippled man

and the cross-eyed woman
who gorged themselves on 176.

And the giant man who assaulted
his male cellmate on 98.

What was that about 24?

The fat guy on 24!
He stole food from his fallen brothers!

A fat man, while he was on level 24,
ate from the dishes of his dead comrades.

What a motherfucker.

What level were you on?

On 46.

And you?

- 74.
- Fine.

Fine.

Don't worry.
Nobody knows we were on 24.

They saw us.

When the food gets here,
we can only eat our dishes.

Or the ones we can exchange.

And I ordered pizza.

I ordered croquettes.

Maybe I'll die if I don't eat enough.

The day they get here,
we'll have to behave.

But after, we'll do whatever it takes.

We'll be punished.

No, you're not here
because they're afraid of you.

You dropped out of school at 16.

All your business ventures failed.

Your wife and kids kicked you out.

And your parents
are getting sick of you too.

You were offered a place

because they think you need
some... discipline.

Discipline?

Discipline for what?

Discipline

to stop you making those pathetic
calls for attention.

- What are you doing?
- I've made a lot of mistakes.

They are good kids.

Not very clever.
They take after their mother.

I don't harbor resentment.

What do you mean?

I ate what wasn't mine.

Stay away.

I shouldn't have eaten.

Stay away.

Stay away! Discipline!

I don't want to drag you down with me.

You don't deserve
to be punished for helping me.

Go and see my kids
when you get out of here.

Tell them I've always loved them.

Tell them that, at least, my end...

wasn't a lie.

I'd like to think
he didn't suffer.

That he died quickly.

Hello.

It looks like everything's good up there.

They haven't identified any Barbarian.

We have paella and egg fried rice.

Croquettes.

Raw vegan salad,
entrecôte steak with pepper sauce.

Down to 71, everyone is a Loyalist
or a newcomer.

Let's see how they behave.

We've been lucky.

51's a good level.

Once a day,
a platform with food will go down.

We'll have a few minutes
to eat the dish we've chosen.

What did you choose?

Hey. Hey!

- What did you choose?
- Just plums.

You'll only be able to eat that
unless you arrange an exchange.

Is that your object?

My pillow.

I can't sleep without it.

Some of the newcomers
wouldn't respect the rules.

It looks like there are two obstacles.

One on 46 and another one higher up.

But there is an Anointed One above,
and he won't take long to pacify them.

You'll eat tomorrow.

Barbarian! Barbarian! Barbarian!
There's a barbarian on 54!

54!

- Barbarian on 54!
- There's a Barbarian on 54!

He was pretending to be one of us,

but they recognized him,
and he attacked his new cellmate.

- The one from 2! He was on 2!
- That one! From 2!

He was on Level 2 last month,
and the people from 1 couldn't stop him.

They said he ate like a pig,
the motherfucker!

- Every day, until he threw up.
- Tomorrow we'll go down to pacify him!

- And that's it.
- I'll go down with you.

There's no need.

We can't let that son of a bitch escape.

He won't escape, but the rules are clear.

First, the four people
from the levels immediately above.

My cellmate died

because of assholes
like that one down there

who stuffed himself on Level 2 last month.

If the Law isn't respected, people die.

The higher up you are,
the more responsibility.

Do you understand?

I understand your anger.

It's people like that
who fuck everything up.

Fuck you!

Yes! Yes! It's Dagin Babi!

The Anointed One is Dagin Babi! Hey!

It's Dagin Babi.

The Anointed One is Dagin Babi.

We're saved.

He will take no prisoners.

- Babi! Babi! Babi!
- He has come!

Babi! Babi!

We can't let that asshole escape.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Justice.

What the fuck?
No, you two can't be down here.

- Better six than four.
- That's against the Law.

And you're endangering
the communication chain.

The communication chain can be maintained
perfectly well with three empty levels.

- But it's our turn.
- No. We're not getting off.

You can choose.

Risk your lives with us or stay
and don't break the fucking chain.

You can go down with them.
I'll preserve the chain.

Shut it, motherfuckers!

I'll fuck you up!

Motherfuckers! You're useless. Shut up!

We need more people to finish that pig.
Orders from above.

Shut up, son of a bitch.
Shut up, or I'll fucking kill you!

Don't come down!

What do you want?
What do you want? I'll kill you!

Okay.
I'll kill you all, motherfuckers!

Come down, I dare you!

Girls, I don't want any trouble.
I'll stop.

No!

No!

Motherfucker!

Hold on. Wait. Hold on.

Wait, wait.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Let me keep going.

I've been stuck here
over a year and a half.

Please.

I needed what I ate to recover.

Please, please, please.

I'm just trying to survive
in here, like everyone else.

No!

No. No!

- No! No!
- We have to keep going down!

He won't get far.

It's not about him.
It's not about him.

- No?
- It's not about him.

It's not your first month in the Pit,
is it?

I've been here for six months.

On my first day,

my cellmate,

Kekasih,

she explained...

...the Law, and...

and I understood it.

It's an unfair law.

Because it just protects
the meal we enter the Pit with,

but...

I believed it was a good start.

We always respected the Law.

We only ate our portions

and took part in pacifications
when it was necessary.

But one day...

...we found a young man.

Malnourished, almost dead.

We took the dish of a dead person

and gave him more food
than he was entitled to.

And a few days later...

an Anointed One came.

Dagin Babi.

Dagin Babi is the strictest Anointed One.

He gets stricter every month.

Much more.

He decided to give out
an exemplary punishment.

For breaking the Law.

Kekasih resisted, and...

...she gouged out his eyes.

Dagin Babi ordered
that she be tied naked to the platform

and sent her defenseless
to the lower levels.

They forced me to watch
as a few levels down, they ate her alive.

We will never be safe inside of the Pit.

Never.

Not all Anointed Ones are the same.

Last month,

one of them arrived in time to save
a lot of people from starving to death.

How do you think he opened
the way to your level?

We just have to keep on helping.

Being fairer.

We have to hold on
until we can get out of here.

Haven't you noticed?

No one... gets out of here.

No one here will survive.

But there's something
we can do.

Escape.

Escape during the interval.

The what?

At the end of every month,
well, to reset the Pit,

they... the gas they're using

is a variant of sevoflurane.

We have to do it in that moment.

But... what's going to stop us
from sleeping?

Every month, I search for it.

So far I haven't been lucky.

But we'll only have one opportunity
if we find it.

To do that... we have to keep going down.

What are we looking for?

No. No, no, no!

That's Dagin's signature.
It's now or never.

Dagin Babi and his people

must be coming down on the platform,
but there was a blockage at 46.

They'll have to stop there
to apply their Law.

It's our chance. We have to go down today.

- That plan of yours is crazy.
- Enjoy the ride!

- What if it doesn't work?
- I don't know if it'll work.

But I know what will happen
if Dagin Babi reaches us.

Yeah! That's what you get!

Shouldn't we take him with us?

Got what he deserved.

Get off.

I've been told extraordinary things
about you.

Yes. About your determination
to take part in a pacification,

even though it didn't concern you.

As a reward, today you'll be able to drink
as much wine as you want

while eating your dishes.

Come on. Don't be shy.

Eating is not just a right.
It's a duty.

We need strong men
and women to defend the Law.

Enjoy.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go!

- Let me go!
- What is this?

Get off me!

Please.

We must obey the Law.

And be sure to enforce it.

Always.

Without exception.

You know the Rule of the Next Four, right?

Yes, of course you know it.

If you know it, then tell me.

Why the fuck did you let them
take part in the pacification?

I tried to stop them. They didn't let me!

Pardon?

I...

I... I told them that it wasn't right.

But you did nothing to stop them.

No, but I stood my ground, so the chain
of communication wasn't lost at any time.

Sure. Even a blind man can see
how brave you are for doing so.

I have an idea.

Today's impossible,

but tomorrow you can drink
all the wine you want too, all right?

All the wine
to wash down your last dinner.

After that, you'll be executed
for the double dereliction of your duties.

But...
What do you mean, double dereliction?

- I--
- Yes, double dereliction.

First, you didn't go down when you had to.
And second, you let them do it.

You also let them go down.

So you will lose an arm.

And her?

Tell me why only me and not her!

Didn't you tell me she was fooled by you?
She didn't know she was breaking the Law.

But, um, having more people
seemed right to me.

One does not interpret the Law!

One obeys it!

The exception of the righteous
is the excuse of the disloyal.

You committed an offense.

You'll lose an arm.

You can't punish those who obey the Law!

No. No, no, no, no. You're wrong.

He who breaches the Law
does not defend it.

Furthermore, he who acts like that

will sooner or later interpret the Law
according to his own interests.

Listen to me.

Many people have died
or lost a lot to arrive at this day.

I lost my eyes.

And your friend should know
what it's like to lose something.

Though it appears you...
you haven't learned your lesson.

Yes.

You have committed your second offense.

And now you deserve
the same fate as your dead friend.

No! Motherfucker!

None of this is arbitrary.
Absolutely nothing.

We kill to build a future
where no one will kill anymore.

There are Barbarians down there.

And only fear subdues beasts.

And terror... is the message.

If you let her live,
she'll escape.

Speak, son.

They have a plan.

Tell me about it.

I heard their talk
about stuff that's important.

They thought I was sleeping.

But I wasn't.

Because I know being awake
is the best way to learn things.

And she talked about the place

where this world
is created again and again.

And she told her that if they ate a dog,

they could wake up
from the dream and escape.

And they wanted to kidnap me,
but I don't eat dog.

Shh!

Calm down, son. Hmm?

Nobody will eat any dog.

Is this your first month in the Pit?

Good morning, neighbors.
Another month in the Pit.

Here we have red sea bream and caviar,
but we don't swap it for nothing, okay?

- Let's see what these beggars have.
- Don't talk to the people above us.

We're at Level fucking 73.
Where's my food? I'm hungry.

Stupid fuckin' Loyalists.

- Shit.
- Who are you? Identify yourself.

- Identify yourself.
- Where were you last month?

Don't talk with the ones below either.

Talking... is draining.

I followed the Law!

A month ago, at 203,
nobody was there to help.

- Nobody.
- What object did you choose?

I brought it
to cut the bread into slices.

At home, I buy it sliced.

But here, hmm... I don't know.

Can I hold it?

There's something we can do.

Escape during the interval.

But what's going
to stop us from sleeping?

Every month, I search for it.

We have to keep going down.
We have to find the drowning dog.

- Oh my God, look at this guy.
- Hey, what the hell are you doing?

- You gotta respect the Law. He won't stop!
- Hey, we gotta respect the Law!

Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?

You can't step on the food, you animal!
Don't fucking look at me like that.

I'm gonna go down there and kick your ass.

- You can't step on the food!
- You better come with me.

- Pigs. Get down from there!
- You gotta respect the Law.

Is she deaf? She must be deaf.

This girl's deaf.
She doesn't understand what I'm saying.

Get down.

- Get down!
- Coming?

Obviously.

Let's go.

You won't get anywhere alone.

If you want to face the Loyalists,
you'll have to act like them.

In a group.

- Get down and obey the Law.
- Calm down.

I will defend the Law with my life.

- Are you sure?
- Listen.

No one should restrict our freedom.

No one. We're old enough to not have
anyone tell us what to do.

This lamb is fucking delicious.

Barbarians are comin' down.
They're fuckin' Barbarians.

They're Barbarians.

Fuckin' Barbarians!

If you want to survive the punishment
and torture, get on.

Tomorrow the Anointed One
will come down.

All Loyalists will assemble,
and we'll come down to slaughter you.

One by one. That's right.

Do you hear me?!

We should neutralize the other one.

We'll kill all of you.
You are gonna regret this.

We don't do things that way.

Fucking Barbarians!

We were born free.
These Loyalists hate freedom.

That's why they hate us.

Because we're free.

And we'll always be free.

They can't stop us from doing
whatever we want.

This is full of food.
Why can't we eat whatever we want?

We have been dreaming of freedom
all our lives.

Get on, comrade! Look what we've done.

We've been here
longer than them, and we have more rights.

For our freedom!

- Stop it.
- Eat it.

Eat it! Good, right?

Are you stupid? Get on!

- Freedom is up there!
- Get on here now!

Nobody can force me to get on anything!

They want us repressed.

Crushed.

This is our moment.

For freedom. For freedom! For freedom!

For freedom!

That's it. We're staying here.

There's enough of us.

Free men and women...
...we'll stay here.

He painted it on a wall in his house.

Later on, they transferred it
to this canvas.

Isn't it amazing?

It's the original.

I'm so pleased
that we're all finally doing something

about these awful sectarians
and all their strict laws.

But we must rally together and organize.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to welcome you
to my humble abode.

Your humble pile of shit.

Hey, she's a comrade.

- I think this area right here will be--
- Shut up, you old bitch.

Mind your manners.

You wanna talk
about manners? Seriously?

♪ Today, we have the pleasure ♪

♪ Of tasting the most exquisite foods
And wines ♪

♪ The crème de la crème
Lands at our table ♪

♪ Cooked to perfection ♪

♪ Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy ♪

♪ A nice coffee ♪

♪ Then comes dessert, sweet and creamy ♪

♪ A nice coffee ♪

♪ And we make love ♪

What the fuck? Hey, get up.

- Okay.
- Get up!

Motherfuckers!

- They're coming down!
- Come on!

Everyone get ready!

Get ready!

Hold on!

- Fuck.
- What's going on?

- Day three.
- There he is, son of a bitch.

You won't eat anything
for the rest of the month.

Every day, the platform will go down, yes.

But it will be empty. Without food.

And once you're all hungry and exhausted,

that's when we'll go down and kill
every one of you cursed nonbelievers.

- Motherfucker!
- Come down here and say that!

And those bastards down there,
are you also gonna sentence them to death?

No... there are plenty of sons of bitches
like you down there.

Yeah. What are you gonna do about them?
Are you gonna sentence them to death too?

Yes. It's a terrible price, true.

But defending the Law is worth that price.
Listen carefully.

If you surrender,

only the warlords of this absurd rebellion
will be tortured.

- The only warlord I can see here is you.
- Comrades! Comrades!

Comrades, listen.

- He's offering us a solution!
- And a reasonable one.

Shut your mouth, you old motherfucker.
I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!

Get back up here, assholes!

Where the fuck are you going? Get back!

The blind man is just bluffing, all right?

- He won't sentence his people to death.
- What if you're wrong? Huh?

What are we gonna eat?

What do we do?

I've got an idea.

What if we go down and eat his people?

You hear that, you blind motherfucker?

We'll go down there,
and we're gonna eat your people!

After years of hard work,

my big night came at last.

It was my fourth exhibition.

I shared it
with some influential artists.

I participated with a series of sculptures
that represented animal brutality.

My boyfriend came to see me.

And he brought his son with him
so I could finally meet him.

And, well...

...it's impossible for kids to stay still.

At least, not him.

One of my pieces

was a beastly dog.

Cruel,

atrocious.

His claws were sharp blades
that faced the viewer.

You can't go on
like this.

If you don't eat, you'll die.

They warned me
it would be dangerous.

But to me, that risk and that boldness,

was what made it really special.

I refused to let them establish
a safety perimeter.

The kid wouldn't stop running.

Until he stumbled.

One of the claws...

One of the blades...

went through his eye.

I'd like to think he didn't suffer.

That he died quickly.

The lawyers did a good job.

The judge saw it as an accident.

The insurance company paid.

And I became one of the most valued
artists of my generation.

All the pieces of animal brutality

were sold for millions.

Especially the dog.

Barbarians!

Go for the ankles!

Let the revolution begin!

- Here it comes!
- Be ready!

Now or never!

Barbarians, right now!

Kill them! Kill them all!

The painting.

Why is it so important?

You.

Finish what you started. Come on.

You're defenseless, and I have a knife.

But I think I have a better idea.

I could heal your wounds

and feed you for the rest of your days
with your own flesh.

I would slice it carefully
so you could go on living.

That way, you'd be worthy of your master.

But I won't do it.

I won't use my imagination
to torture anyone.

You don't need to.

You have already condemned us all.

They told me
the dog was dangerous.

But I still went ahead anyway.

If I could turn back time...

To save him.

But it's not possible.

What are you looking for here?

Time.

I need time to forgive myself.

I need to escape.

To forget what I did.

I'm going.

- Are you staying, or are you coming too?
- No.

This was the best month of my life.

We're all prisoners
of ourselves.

And from that,

there's no possible escape.

When we smell the gas...

That's the moment.

But what's gonna stop us
from sleeping?

If everything goes well,
they'll think we're dead.

But we'll wake up.

We'll let them take us out from the top,
with the corpses, and then...

...we'll have to improvise.

- What if it doesn't go well?
- Maybe we'll die.

I need to escape.

If I could turn back time.

I need to escape.

If I could turn back time... to save him.

I need to escape.

I need to.

I need to. I need to. I need to.

Save him. Save him.

Only they can go up.

I won't abandon him.

Your journey is over, but he

will have another chance.

"We'll leave together,
and together, we'll go on a pilgrimage."

"We'll share the same fortune
and the same luck."

Your journey is over, my snail.

She's the message.

You.

What are you doing here?