See You in Hell, Friends (1970) - full transcript

Make passage!

This Ark was built to save us all.

Have faith!

You all believe this Ark
is the only way to salvation!

You've to believe us!

Have faith!
- Please, proceed!

Hands up!

Go on!

No rush!

Hats off!

Go ahead!



Have faith!

Believe this Ark is
the only way to salvation!

Raise the anchor!

We're moving towards the bright future!

All who believe us will be saved!

This film is dedicated to all
the collaborators and actors

who passed away prior to the premiere

and who were thus never able
to shoulder the burden of freedom.

Goodbye, Christine!

My little goose girl!

Our little freedom!

Goodbye!

Why do you cry, father?

I'm shedding tears
over all the beauty



which is perishing

and turning into dust.

Yes, everything returns
to the beginning anyways.

One day, we'll all fall asleep and during
the slumber our dream will turn to reality.

A new day starts at midnight.

SEE YOU IN HELL, FRIENDS

Try to recall where you met?

Faster!

It was here.
- Here we first saw our Christine.

Somewhere here was the beginning.
- What beginning? - Try to remember!

Try to remember, dad.

If I'm supposed to recollect,
I must close my eyes.

Remembrance is like...

a preparation for death.

I recall this tree!
- Go back! We missed it.

Open your eyes or we'll fall
asleep forever. - No!

Open them! - I won't.
- Dad, what are you doing?

Pass me the wheel.
- Don't wake me up!

Don't wake me up!
- Pass it over!

Whoever once lived,
he'll remain alive forever.

See you in hell, friends!

See you... see you...

see you...

where did he say?

In hell.

In hell?

Is this supposed to be hell?

Maybe it's paradise?!
But how do the flames fit in?

It's really fire.
But it doesn't burn.

Do I still dwell in the body?

Maybe I've reached purgatory

where the soul watches
the film of its life?!

Everything in this world is futile!

Tell me, colonel, why do you live alone?

Because...

nobody survived by my side.

If I'd run around with a target
on my back as your peacock, colonel,

would you shoot me?

Why me? My conscience
is already overloaded.

If you perceive life as
unbearable, end it yourself.

My own end is already
well-prepared long in advance.

I'm only waiting to survive
anyone and everyone

who could engrave on my tombstone
some unpalatable truths.

Don't forget about the suit fitting!

Expect me tomorrow!

Peacock, postman and colonel.

Those I've already seen.

Or was I just told about them?

But where am I?

How come I can't remember anything?

Truths.

Truths.

The unpalatable truths.

Maybe it was even before
our previous encounter?!

Oh, our goose girl,

Christine.

It's our damaged car!

Flames of hell.

And this must be Rita.

Let me push it back! But still
expect lumps on your head.

I feel terribly sorry but it wasn't
my fault. Believe me it...

Here somewhere, I should
be present too?! Or was I cut out?

Finally, me!

Really a swell honeymoon trip!

Let's move all your
belongings into my car.

I see you're runaways
who are afraid of something.

Don't worry, no tracks
go beyond my threshold!

On the colonel's estate we've
found a perfect hiding place.

Faraway from the
boiling pot of all those

dirty businesses and mass deceits.

Memories are sprouting out of the
hellish flames towards the divine light.

But why?

Being hungry and cold, why do I have to
think of summer breeze and full stomach?

Maybe because here it all started?!

At my place, you're hidden
before the world as in a grave.

So!

By the way, colonel,

did you notice the little girl?

The goose girl.

Who is she?

The geese are mine.
But I live here alone.

Oh, all alone?

Only with my memories.

But as long as my dad lived, he
used to be hospitable to stray kids.

However, one day, he sat
on a bike and disappeared.

Thus I don't know whether to cry for
being an orphan, or an abandoned son.

Sometimes I wake up during the night
and I hear a persistent tinkling sound

as if my past would
encircle me on a bicycle.

Did I scare your lady?

Once we start to recollect,
you'll shit your pants!

Oh, I almost forgot about you!

Then, you'd open your mouths wide
a-a-a, stretch out your tongues e-e-e

and pass away, my kitty babies.

Do you think we escaped them?
- Forget about the past.

Somebody was ringing
outside the whole night.

My Rita!

We're safely hidden here.
- Rita!

My beloved! - No, not here! Someone
is over there, spying on us. Shh!

Shh, I'll take a look.

Is anybody there?

We're all alone!

Rita, my love!
I'll do anything you want.

Do you wish us to be happy?

Do you wish?

Yes.

I'll make you a baby.

You silly!

Breastfeeding might ruin my figure.

I wish a big baby,

sweet-smelling.

Oh, you're...

Petras!

Let's make a grown up baby, Petras.

Rita, you're crazy.

Fear is eating your brain.

You promised to do anything I wish.

If you refuse to make me such a baby,
I'll approach the colonel.

Try it!

I doubt he's capable.

He's old.

He's. But the goose girl must
have some relation to him, huh?

Rita embodied two characters.

She was tender and devoted,
while sitting at the piano;

hedonistic and possessive,
while sitting on me.

This dubious nature
wholly permeated her.

She could foresee what happens

but by her crazy stunts

she was concealing her premonitions.

Who is it?

Oh, a baby cot.

So big.

Let's see what's inside!

OMG, they're coming!
- What's on your head?

I have to protect myself.
The flies are all around!

You know, flies are everywhere!

I can only see a big, toothless baby
and also its baby cot.

No, no, please, miss...

I need something from you!
- ... don't get undressed.

I need a big baby,

a baby who can bite,
swear and herd geese.

Rita, leave him alone!

Do you hear?
Someone is there.

Hey, who are you?

What's your name?

My name is Sour Ass.
Believe it or not!

How did I get here?

What a night, huh?!

Two people make a couple.

What?

And three make a family.

A family?

How did you like it, boys?
- It was fine.

I feel, as if I'd be
a newborn child of yours.

Something to drink?
- No, thanks.

You own a really nice house, colonel.
We'll seriously consider your adoption.

In the pond, one can even breed fish.

Red nose means
it's gonna be a girl.

A little girl.

Goose eggs?

Try!

To be in your place,

I wouldn't laugh.

Who was Sour Ass
looking for last night?

SOUR ASS, it must be a code!

We must watch out!

Maybe we're not alone here?!
I must find out!

OMG, where are you going?
Come back! C'mon!

I must investigate.

Do investigate.
But without a gun!

Well?

Go on!

The postman's arrived.
- Oh, I completely forgot about him.

Hello!

Good morning, colonel!
You've got a client.

I'll be right with you.

Shouldn't a burial suit be black?

Well, it's just a wrap.

Who is over there?

I didn't know, you had relatives?!
- Nevermind, me neither.

So, let's try the suit!

And the lady upstairs.
Who is she? - It's my bride.

Yours?
- Ours.

Really?

Yesterday I was all alone
but today I'm getting married.

You?
- Me and Petras.

I don't believe it.

Don't play with feathers, Rita.

What a nice name! Rita.

Yes.

Do you want to make a threesome.
What a strange family!

Why strange?

Better strange than none.

You see.

Why do you bother, colonel,
when you're at death's door.

Besides, when the flood comes
we'll be mudding in our graves.

Mudding.

Mudding.

I'm freezing to the bone.

How many years am I already dead?

Where...

Where do I crawl actually?

Where am I heading?

This toy reminds me of something.

Ah so!

My family.

Our strange family.

Father Matej!
- Where are you?

Father Matej! - Father Matej!
- Where are you?

Father Matej, we've come for
a wedding rite. - Father Matej!

Father Matej!
- I'm glad to see you.

We want to marry.

And whom do you want to marry?
- Both of them.

Isn't it sinful?

Maybe sinful but not boring!

It's consecrated ground.
Don't be blasphemous!

Let's go.

Don't judge! You've grown old
but the world didn't stay still.

It's so sad when
young people remain alone.

The more people we love,

the better we are.

Be a family!

A growing family.

And populate the world

with living beings.

Not only by memories.

No!

Don't be ashamed.

It's natural.

Be, all of you,

together forever!

I wish this

from the bottom of my heart.

The Lord is our witness!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Don't cry.

You've got married, you'll be fine.

At least, she'll warm your body.

Don't you like her?

Like or dislike...

I don't care. I'm only
looking forward to death.

Well, yes, after death it's swell.

Now, you're talking
nonsense, father Matej.

You can get to know God
but not what's after death.

How can you make a fool
of yourself in front of them?

Have you died before?

You haven't.

Only when we die, can we know.
- We all know already.

We're only

very fond of forgetting it.

When your time comes,
death will smile on you.

Then, you should embrace death
as your dearest lover.

When I look at you, I really almost
believe you are already eaten by worms.

It's not the first time,
we're on this world.

Nor the last.

Help!

Help me!

Help!

The Reds!

They're here too.

So, I'm really alive.

Neither the first time, nor the last.

Welcome, sisters!

Can we temporarily stay at your place?

Come in.

My sister is ill.

We don't ask for your identity.

We believe in your good intentions.

Hey, Rita!

Are you seeking your interest?

No, your

"interest".

Why are you spying on us?
- We aren't, we wouldn't dare.

I see you've come from faraway.

If you need to rest,
my house is at your disposal.

We don't like to bother you.

But Christian duty demands you show us,
as your guests, some hospitality!

Tell me some news
from the world, dear ladies.

There isn't any news, thank God.

And it's right as such!
We don't need changes.

Some obscurantists already
got it and withdrew.

Idea is right, people wrong!

Even the wrong must pull the rope on the
right side. If not, they've to be tied up.

Well, people are mean and stupid.

Without any change, they'll kill
each other. They deserve the flood!

Big flood!

Do you have faith?

Not many are truly faithful!

Is she your daughter?

Nope.

I'm his wife.
It's strange, right?

And the other one.
Is he your brother?

Not at all.

He's my husband too.

We're trying our best
to avoid boredom.

If we sin or not,
the world remains the same.

Wherever we come, there
are always some runaways.

They are hiding
from us like rats.

But they can't escape us!

Lord knows why He led
our steps to this house.

We've a task here.

They've to experience,
one can't escape justice.

What about killing
them in their sleep?

They intend to kill us.

They want to kill us!

Time has come
to sharpen the axes.

Both of you wanna join me?

This is too much rush!

One has to enter the water
like entering a woman.

Think rather how to enter a grave!

I've to tell you something. Soon,
I expect to give birth to your child.

Are you happy, boys?

You seem surprised.

Did she tell you before?
- Why me?

Don't be ridiculous.

Maybe she's expecting twins?!

You can keep one
and I'll take the other.

Twins!

Do you feel them?

Yes, I do! But only one.

OMG, he can't feel
his own offspring.

Holy women!

But skilful with the ax
as an executioner.

They're diligent like bees.

They've cut down another tree.
- Damn!

You offered everything for their
disposal, so suffer now! - Well, I did.

But why do they
cut down my trees?

They need material.
- For what?

Nice, huh?
- For the Ark!

You predicted the flood.
- I don't remember.

Then, try to remember!

I can't recall any such talk.

Due to the flood, they're
turning the house into an Ark.

"People deserve a flood!"
- I was just joking.

Even Noah was derided
for building an Ark.

What if the sisters
are tools of destiny?

I don't want my house to be rebuilt.
It's nether theirs, nor yours!

It's mine, mine, mine!

How come "yours"?

Are we a void?

You're family!

And anything yours is mine too.

Can I help you?

Help yourself!

I came to take a look at...
- Aren't you ashamed?

The Ark isn't ready yet.

The flood doesn't wait.
The flood just comes.

Flood...

Get lost!
- C'mon!

C'mon!

The flood is flooding...

I was only joking.

I was only Joe-King.

Time to wake up!

Did you hear?

It kicks!

It moved.

It wants to be born.

It revolts, kicks and fights!

I hope, you really get a baby.

Do you realize...

children bring worries with them?

But they're also the salt of the earth.

Rita embodied two characters.

One dreaming and the other wakeful.

Nobody had a clue
which one prevails.

She was dreaming about a goose girl.
But it was not just a dream.

The girl was a real one!
I could see her too then.

Hops! I've got you.

Get up, dead guy!

I'll wipe your eyes.
It's gonna be fine!

You'll be fine with us too.
- What's up?

Who are you?
- It's him.

So long we've not seen each other
and you don't rejoice?!

We want only to help you.
- Help? Why?

Hop!

I don't need your help.
Go to hell without me, witches!

Why without you?
Let's go, handsome!

What do you want? Where is your ax?
- In time, an ax becomes old-fashioned.

But you deserve punishment!
- What for?

You killed.
- I'm not a murderer.

Blame the postman
for all that happened.

He chased me and made me
a tool of his own suicide.

He's the one who killed!

Hey, Petras!

How did you get all your bruises?

Were you fighting nuns again?

If you have an urge to take revenge,
then shoot me instead!

Are you crazy?

You'll inherit a postal service with two
assistants and all the undelivered letters.

I don't know.

Why?

Why?

I've no clue why you're looking forward
to your own death with such joy?

Because I'll go
straight to heaven.

Within the last twenty years, I haven't
delivered a single bad message.

It's because I never delivered
a single message to anybody.

Do you know?

No news,

is good news.

Let's go!

For twenty years I was supposed
to be a messenger of vanity.

And during the upcoming twenty years
I'd be a messenger of death.

I'd rather die myself.
- It's not a reason to die.

My life is a sheer emptiness.
It's like an empty postal bag.

I encountered only sadness in never-ending
wars and persistent scorching heat.

That's all I've got in my whole life.

Think twice!
- You yourself have second thoughts.

When the sad ferryman asked
about the end of his tiresome job,

when he gets free,

the answer was,

"You're the son of a stupid mother."

"To the first person who enters your boat,
hand over the oar and jump overboard."

I entrust to you
a pile of sealed letters.

Don't read them!

Goodbye!

What should I do
with your assistants?

From now on, they're yours.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Shoot.

Shoot!

Fast!

What a hit, boss!

Bravo! Bravo!

I did a good deed.

He himself insisted
I take over his

postal "oar".

So it goes in life.

Something dies and
something else is born.

Hey,

Petras!

Call daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

This is our daughter!

Fight it hard!

So, what do you say?

Nice, huh?
Do you like her?

Mhm.

Come to me, my goose girl.

What's your name?
- Whatever.

C'mon, tell dad your name!
- Christine.

And I'm hungry.
- Oh, our baby is hungry.

We forgot to feed
our little goose girl.

So, bring some food.
- I'll be right back.

I'm hungry.

Food is on the way.

Faster, grandpa, faster!

He isn't grandpa,
He's dad.

Who is grandpa then?
- Both are your fathers.

Fathers!

What folks did you let in, my son.
Don't forget the house isn't just yours.

A cop!

Sour Ass!

Dooshbag!

Lusting for a woman!

Are you gonna feed
all the foreign bastards now?

Whom do you serve?
Who hired you?

Why are you running away from me?
I got tired of the world so I'm back.

Get lost!

I'm not gonna sleep outdoors!

Get lost!

I'm your father!
- Liar!

Who hired you?

I didn't teach you to handle a gun
so you could later shoot me!

You're lying, cop!
My father is long dead.

Run out of ammo, huh? Is this the
way to welcome dad, dooshbag?

I'll give you such a big blow
you'll land in the yard.

Do you really refuse
to recognize me?

Oh...

yes, you start
to seem familiar.

The chin, the hat...

The colonel was not at all
sure this was his father

but we needed a grandpa.

Why reject him...
- My wife!

... when he was so eager
to join the family?!

I've found my dad in the attic.

Cute!

I must take a closer look.

Teeth seem all-right.

Grandpa, I'm Christine. But
you can call me Christushka too.

Who is this tot?

What's "tot"?

It's like saying
"you lovely little devil".

When you left the world,

you said to never come back.

So, don't be surprised. I made
the house legally belong to me.

Traveling was swell, my son,

but the old man should lay his bones
below the three in his native soil.

You completely changed
during your absence.

Only your hat is the same.

Well, even the hat is different.

Look at those two saints.
They've the witches' gaze!

They won't leave on their own.

Christine!
Grandpa!

What are you doing there?

They can't stop laughing there.

Maybe they laugh at us?!
We're laughable perhaps.

What's laughable about us? I don't get it.
- Well, you're utterly laughable.

Grandpa was telling me about hell.
- About hell?

What did he tell you about hell?
- All kinds of funny stuff.

Like...
- Grandpa, where are you?

What people do in hell?
- They get bored there like this...

He's gone.
- Childish guy.

Maybe he jumped out of the window. - Out
of the window? - Let's get dressed. Okay?

As if the girl could rejuvenate him.

Let's go!

The post can't wait.
- Hail to the post!

My boys!

I don't look much like your dad.
And where is your young wife?

She's out there.

See you!
Be back for lunch.

So, here I am.

Grandpa, wait for me!

All my limbs are still functional.

Wait.

Grandpa, I saw everything!

You did?

Christa!
My little Christine!

What are you doing here?

So...

have you seen how
babies are made?

By your pee-thing!

Finally, we were like a holy family.

Ritaaaaa!

Ritaaa!

Only thanks to Rita

and her prophetic dreams,

those two fanatics
of the bright future

didn't succeed in taking us
right to heaven.

Catch me!

Wait.

Don't run away.

Where is she? - I don't know.
I couldn't find her. - And the kid?

Wait. - I'm coming.
- Don't laugh.

C'mon!

Will we play?
- Don't laugh. - Ow!

No!

No! - Don't fear, Rita!
- Look how splendid our Ark is!

Your whole mansion...

has been rebuilt into
an Ark of Salvation.

All onboard will be saved!

Your bodies, your souls
and your children.

Children too!

No, not the children!

No!

Spare the children!

My little baroque angel!

My Christine!

My baby!

My precious baby!

I'll show you the Ark, witches!

Now, you'll show
your true colors.

Colonel!
- What's up?

What happened?

I had a terrible dream.
- It's gone! All is fine!

Move!

It was so frightening.
Blood was scattered everywhere!

The happier we are, the more
horrifying dreams I have. I'm scared!

These two are haunting my dreams.

Who did this?
Who painted the poor animal?

You desecrated the color red!

You criminals!

Blasphemers!

You'll pay for this!

You'll see!
- Very soon.

My dad did it.
He's an anarchist.

We should isolate him!

They hate us.
- We shouldn't provoke them.

He might confess love, saying,
"Oh, I love you, my darling."

And your response, sweetface?

Show me your bird!

Great!

Whatever you learn in youth,
in maturity, you'll appreciate.

Learn, learn, learn!

Stop it, old codger.

You rotten fornicator!

Leave the kid alone.

Don't be afraid, Christine. - No, give
me a break. - We'll play. - Let me go.

Come with us. - Let me go with grandpa!
- We've nice toys. Come!

Put your hands off her.
Go fuck yourselves!

Come!

Wait, witches!

I'm not done yet.
Run!

My leg!

Go!

Let's go!

Now!

Did you see?

Beware of me, witches!

Oh, dad, such crazy ideas!

As if two fools wouldn't be enough!
Now, you're going mad too.

He's a troublemaker.

I urged you
not to provoke them.

But you don't take any advice.
Always, doing things your way!

Bullshit!

My fault is I'm too good.

But I swear, it's over.

Why are you looking at me?
Am I concerned?

You're not.
Because nobody cares!

The machine gun with all the
ammunition disappeared from the attic!

So, now, tell me

how do we get the two
Ark builders out of the house?

Or do you wanna wait for the flood?

Put down your weapons!
Give back the machine gun!

Then you can leave in peace!

I know you can hear me.
You have one hour to do it.

No negotiations!

If we didn't fight back,

you'd kill us all.
We'd be hanged, our throats cut,

we'd end up as cattle
in the slaughterhouse,

as all those who believed you.

You didn't grasp anything!
You'd no clue about the time spirit.

It was a war of two sides.

A mortal combat!

Killing anyone, even during
the war, is just murder.

Murder is always a crime!

I can hardly be a killer
if you're still alive, witches.

Not the first time we died then.

Neither the first time!

Giddy-up!

And nor the last time.

Hey!

What's up?
- Shh! Listen.

Hey!

They're playing.

We wanted to live
like one big family

but you rejoiced only
when we were afraid.

Again having bad premonitions?

You never smiled or laughed.

You relished only our fear.

You were never happy.

You only pretended being happy.

And you only pretended being nuns.

We got him!

You promised paradise to all.

And what was the reality?

I'm strong and muscular like
the mighty hero Hercules.

We're bold like Joan of Arc

and we'll smash
your Ark to pieces.

The notion of a bright future
was just a deception.

Catch it!

When we discovered your true nature,
we started to role-play as you did.

We turned against you
your own weapons.

You killer!

Why did you kill her?

We should hang you all as dogs.

I hate all of you.

I hate you!

Now, I'm curious if your
teaching will survive you.

What happened to them?
The evil aunties fell asleep?

Yes, we're free to play again.
- Hurrah!

Are they heavy, grandpa?
- Heavy as their sins!

The room they used
has to be consecrated.

Keep on moving, witches!

This is the highway to hell.

You preached about the flood,

so here it is.

One.

Two.

Three.

All around reigns the flood!

Make yourself ready!

You've to believe us!

We're building the Ark for
your own good, to save you all.

Our high esteemed steersman
Noah knows the right direction.

We all are equal.
We're one big family!

All the possessions
are our common asset.

After hearing the signal, make a line

and enter the Ark orderly one by one.

Leave your luggage
at the appointed spot.

You wanted to get into hell,
so here you are!

I'm thirsty.

Our Ark...

You don't need
anything anymore.

Let's go, sis!

Have faith!

Believe this Ark is...

His pockets are empty.
Look under his coat.

What's this figure?

Oh, just a toy.

Hell!

It's our ultimate meeting point.

Hey,

buddy!

Is this all you have?

Look!

Show more respect!

Don't you know me?
- Should I?

And who are you?
- We?

We?

We're the postmen.

I was a postman.

And you're my assistants.

What? We? Your assistants?

Hail to the post!

My boys! My boys!

Do you... really... remember anything?

It's Rita!

Don't stare at me!
- You resemble one woman.

Rita!
- It's me.

Then you're my wife.

Wife?

Once, we loved each other.

Do you want me?

Then come closer!

Don't be afraid of my belly.

It kicks.

You haven't changed at all.

May the Lord be with us!

Do you remember?
It was also your idea.

I don't.

Don't you remember our baby?

A boy?

We had a boy, huh?

No, a girl.

Our little goose girl,
our Christine.

Our...
- ... sweet freedom.

Mhm.

She was crucified.

And therefore the world is so sad.

Try to remember!

I can only recall the bad moments.

We couldn't be absolutely happy.

Our mutual happiness
was only pretended.

Oh, happiness!

We just wanted to suppress the reality.

Thank God, we got to know father Matej

who lived long enough in the world
that he was able to become human.

Father!
- Oh, children, what did you do?!

"Thou shalt not kill," is the foremost
of imperatives given by God to humanity.

Hi!

Bow down before the Cross

to prevent the blood of your foes
dropping on your heads.

We rejoice!

As Abraham put his son on the altar

instead of prayer,

make your plea

through your child.

Maybe the Lord will hear its voice?!

Confess all your sins
in front of the Holy Cross!

Repent!

So, you could regain joy later.

My dear, how do you
feel in your sufferings?

It's fine, grandpa.
Soon I'll be in heaven!

Ask her how long
it's suppose to take.

How soon?

Once God wakes up!

When does it happen?

You'll get a clear sign from the Lord!

The sun will disappear
and complete darkness

prevails.

Many regiments of angels will descend

and flames of the Holy Spirit
will fill our hearts with courage

to act rightfully.

God is kind to his children!

They want Him to play with
and He mercifully does so.

Change for the better
and be like children!

Let's run out into the world to
relieve it of poverty and temporality!

We aren't here only for our own sake but
for others who live and die in darkness.

Be praised Jesus Christ,
the leader of the righteous!

The Lord is giving us a sign!

A sign!

We are forgiven!

We are forgiven.

God forgave us!
- We're happy again.

We'll bring the world from
upside down back to normal.

And we'll make it reasonable
as it never was before.

Drink with us, Christine!

We're happy.

Why just us?

I'm sick of this hypocrisy.

Now, I'll read you something
which will tarnish your happiness.

My dear sister, I'm bound to my bed
as holy Lazarus and I'm dying.

If anyone would be around, it'd be easier
because I just can't get to my feet.

I'd need someone to bring me bread
and to milk the goat who is dying too.

It's sad, my dear sister,
but an old person is helpless.

Life was heavy and
death won't be easier.

May the Lord protect
our poor souls!

Regards,
your sister Anastasia.

So?

Don't you remember anymore,
we tried to imitate God?

To bring justice into the world!

I recall, we went somewhere,
there was a pile of money...

we intended to help someone
but I can't say to whom and why?

This we remember even
though we didn't witness it.

We were with you even
though staying at home.

It seems to me now,

it was in a different life.

Those who live

must be righteous.

Mhm.

Righteous not only to themselves
but towards anyone and everyone!

The postman was right.

I shouldn't have opened
the undelivered letters.

By opening
just a single one,

our conscience was dragging us back
to the world we escaped before.

The lamentation of an old lady
fueled the desire for justice again.

To take from the rich
and give to the poor!

From behind!

Get closer!

Cu-ckoo.

Come!

Strongbox!

Here is the strongbox.

Bags!

Crowns!

And roubles too!
- Here are some more bags.

Oh, Christine!

Are you stealing, comrades?

Remember! It's easier for a camel
to go through the eye of a needle

than for you, with your strongbox,
to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

Thieves!

Let's retreat!

Back me up!

They stole money!

We were robbed!

Stop or you're dead!

Learn shooting, fucking clerics!

Return what you stole, asshole!

Wait!

It's a bad omen.

Chase him away!
- Let's go back.

A single red donkey can't
block our pathway to equity!

Get lost!

Go about your business!

Go rather ask where does
poor old Anastasia live?

Give me a break, dad!
I won't ask anybody.

We should go straight back home! On the
run, we lost half the money anyway.

Coward!

He's a coward - I'm not, I'm
a symbolic figure. - Of course!

And besides...

A symbolic figure is never an escapist.

Why do you wear a gun?

To use against crooks
who rob churches.

How do you treat them
eventually? - It depends.

I'd shoot them like dogs!

Such rascals don't deserve
anything better!

Dirty thieves!

Hurry up, Petras!
Move it!

We can't stay incognito here
for long. Let's go! Faster!

Wretched of all the world unite!

My boy, where is the dwelling
place of the old lady Anastasia?

Screw you!

Let's open the gate!

Let's go in!

It's here, maybe?!

Praised be Jesus Christ, Anastasia!

What do you want?

We bring luck to your home!

Finally, you made a fortune!

Look, granny!

So much money!

Lord of Heaven Himself
is sending this cash!

Are you crazy?

Are we?

We are.

And why is He sending
such crumpled banknotes?

This I call gratitude!
- Do you know where to go?

Mhm.

Where did you send him?
- To bring a bottle.

I want to show hospitality.

Sit down and wait a minute!

Meanwhile, you can count your cash.

Grandpa,

look there, uphill!

Oh, betrayal!

Get up! Fast!
Let's leave!

We're being encircled!

Everyone out!
They're on our tail.

Ugh, you cunning bitch!

Guys, we must get to the road!

All of you will end in hell!

Surrender!

Thieves!
- Kill them!

Death to the wicked!

Come here!

Here is an exit!

They want to rape me!

Go fast!

Immediately, get out!

Fuck off!

Throw it!

Fear not!

Now, I'm in command!

And not my cowardly son.

Don't let them escape!

Kiss my ass!

Hurrah!

Now, straight home!
- Speed up!

We won!

Victory!

We won!

Yippee!

We won!

We did it!

We're home.
Christine!

Christine, wake up.
C'mon, girl!

Hey!

Stop it!
Come here.

Shh, stop!
- Come and help me.

What happened?

She's not moving.

Carefully.
- Carefully!

What's up?

Christa!

Christine!

Wake up, girl!

Good grief!

She's...

she's dead.

Christine!
- It's the end.

Christine!

Little Christine!

The end!

All ends are the same!

The innocent always pay for justice.

That's why even Christ was crucified.

But He has risen from death.

Because people need
miracles to be able to live.

Don't we witness
too many miracles?

The girl hasn't got a single
wound or scratch on her body.

What was the cause of her death
then? Just take a look! Check it!

It was her.
She killed the girl!

No!

We all killed her.

All of us!

You killed her.
Not everyone!

It wasn't me.
Not me!

Everyone!

Why did she die then?

We defiled the Cross!

We crucified her.
All of us! Everyone! You too!

Coward!

Don't touch her!

We are all guilty!

Are we really guilty?

Yes, we are.

She died of a broken heart through grief.

Due to our indifference.

We forgot everything!

Do you remember?

All the names
by which we called her.

Little Christine,
Our Freedom, Our Salvation.

We won't be redeemed.

Our hope fell asleep forever.

Now, it seems to us that
time stagnates, as we do.

But time doesn't stand still.

Even when death comes!

Not even

when we remember.

After all, we can't truly live
without recollection.

Even now

when you close your eyes,

don't you see

our little girl more beautiful

than she really was?

Aren't we most happy now?

Yes, we are.

We all die.

God weeps

and will recollect.

"Silly creatures," He sighs,
"what a big family they made!"

"They loved each other so much!
I almost believe they were happy."

God weeps, a rainbow is made and
people say, "What a beautiful day!"

Life is an image, dream and sigh!

Maybe we should start
from scratch again?!

But without mistakes!
- Yes, dad, without any mistakes.

Life is a dream!

Dream!

Yes, our life is a dream.

Take revenge on God
for the death of an innocent child!

Death for death!

Life for life!

Death for death!

Life for life!

Let's revenge!

Revenge!

Death for death!

Life for life!

What are you doing?

Stop it!
She isn't dead.

She lives!

Christine, open your eyes!

Try it again!

Christine!
Christine!

Child, I command thee,

get up and embrace your mother!

Oh, Lord, why are you making a fool

of your old servant

when he needs You the most?

Be ready!

Have faith!

We're building the Ark
for your own good,

to save you all.

Our high esteemed steersman Noah...

Pity, father Matej isn't here.

He's with us all the time!

We're one big family!

Father Matej is here?

He sleeps.

He doesn't want to be
associated with this epoch.

Is this against flies?

Wake him up!

Let him perform a miracle!

Father Matej!

Help us!

Wake up!

He'll wake up on his own
when the time comes.

Father Matej!

Father Matej, get up!

Father, why did God forsake us?

Why is hell our destination?

Because you expect someone
else will make a miracle,

someone pure and
innocent as Jesus Christ.

But only children are
without sin in this world.

Wake up everyone!

Only children are pure and righteous.

Wake up

and be like children too!

Let the light in!

Hey, wake up!

Get up!

Folks, wake up and remember!

Get up!

Wake up!

Run out into the world to
relieve it of poverty and temporality!

We aren't here only for our own sake but
for all those lost and dying in darkness.

Folks, break it up!
C'mon, don't you hear?

Be righteous!

But only children are
without sin in this world.

Only children are pure and righteous.

Wake up

and be like children too!

We'll bring the world from
upside down back to normal.

And we'll make it reasonable
as it never was before.

God punishes by making
the person reasonable.

Our children are back with us!

Hail to our revolution!

We have only bare hands!

We have only bare hands!

We have only bare hands!

We have only bare hands!

Close the Ark!

Close our Ark!

All the wretched of the world unite!

Mom!
- Christine, my child!

My girl!

My goose girl!
Our savior!

My little girl!
- I'm not little anymore.

I'll be right back.
Bye, mom!

Wait! Wait!

Everyone, get on!

Everyone, get on!

Rita, get on!

Rita, where are you?

Let's go!

Praise God of our forefathers,
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob!

Do you remember this hat?

I've lost you once already.
Stick to me now!

Praise the car of Abraham, Isaac...

We're leaving! - Get in! - Let's go!

Stop!

Join us now!

Join us now!

Stay here!

You can't escape yourselves!

We went through this already!

Do you want to end up in hell again?

Petras, come with us!

Wait for me!

Jump in!

Do you really recall anything?

Don't play smart ass
or you'll walk!

Oh, how to be wise when
eternal truths cease to apply?

All the Arks once turn
into ashes and dust.

In mild flame, our world of today
is turning into the past.

Something ends and
something else starts.

It's not the first time we're on
this world, neither the last time.

Hail to the revolution!

What do you think?
Is this a dream or reality?

Every true miracle
looks like a dream.

We're realistic and thus we dream!

We're all the same.

And we'll never learn!

Thank God!

We're all looking for a country,

where we can be born.

The place with a grave and cradle,

somewhere high, where
only a dream can fly,

where the dream flies.

Farewell on the path without end

which perpetually starts.

Whenever strongholds are
crushing and flags burning,

a fool will again start to build

the Ark for all of us.

So, where is our next
meeting point, friends?

Where is our next
meeting point, friends?

In hell or in heaven, once
we'll make a big reunion,

the last reunion,

our last big reunion.

One starts clean and innocent,

ends up wretched and lost.

It's the rule of searching!

It won't change,
while the sun and time exist.

It's the rule within us.

Old crosses and new weepings,

all the slogans will
wash out the rain.

How many dead angels,

how many pilgrims,
embarked on the path?

You're one of them!

Don't look back but go on!