Burial (2022) - full transcript

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Today,
Mikhail Gorbachev resigned

as the last president
of the Soviet Union.



The red flag of communism
lowered over the Kremlin,

bringing to an end seven
decades of the party's rule.

Right to the last, Mr. Gorbachev
conveyed his unhappiness

at the break
of the Soviet Union.

After six
and a half years in power,

Gorbachev announces
his resignation today

No doubt
it may have been possible

to avoid many mistakes.

To have done much
in a better way.

But I'm sure...

All right, okay.

...our common joint efforts
will yield fruit

and our people will live in a
prosperous and democratic society.

Go on.



I wish all of you all the best.

1992 will now ring in

with a new leader
and a new Russia.

...Mr.
Gorbachev's achievements.

President Bush interrupted

his Christmas holiday
to make a statement

praising Mr. Gorbachev
for his...

...former Soviet President had
inextricably altered the course of history.

The Queen
in her Christmas broadcast...

Gulliver?

Gully?

What's wrong with you, hmm?

What's wrong?

...under the oppressive
regime of Joseph Stalin

led to the so called
'Cold War' with the West.

Yesterday, Mr. Gorbachev
said his fond farewells

to staff at the Kremlin, but
on the streets of the capital

few tears were shed
for the former head of state,

as many are still feeling the
brunt of his economic failures.

Psst.

Let me go.

No, I'm not going to do that.

Especially after
what you did to Gulliver.

I only drugged him.

Let me go.

Let me go, you fucking bitch!

Fucking... ah!

Why did you break into my house?

To steal from me?

Or are you just here
to act out violence

against another Jew?

Oh, I know what you are.

That's quite obvious.

So is that it? You...

You broke in to...
To hack me, to rape me?

- That's fucking sick.
- No.

Tattooing Nazi bile as a
death camp number, that is sick.

11-23, the date
of the Beer Hall Uprising.

88, heil Hitler.

You're as obvious
as you are pathetic.

How about this, huh?
You know what that is?

No.

Yeah, I bet you do.

I know who you are.

Mm, Anna Marshall.

I know who you are.

Karl Edwards.

What idiot brings his ID
to a break-in?

Well...

As amusing as all this is,
I think it's time

to introduce you to the police.

Yeah, right.
Anna Marshall.

What about who you used to be?

Brana Vasilyeva Brodskaya.

Soviet translator.

I know your secret, Brana.

What secret?
That I was a Soviet?

The Cold War is over.
Haven't you seen the news?

I know what you found in Berlin.

Emergency service operator.
Which service do you require?

I knew it.
I fucking knew it.

The old man in Breslau
was telling the truth.

Breslau?
Wroclaw.

No one believed
his crazy story, but I did.

I did and I fucking found you!

What old man?
What story?

The story of the war.

The very end of it.

A group of Soviet soldiers

and a female intelligence
officer with them.

They found something by
the bunker at the Chancellery

Something so important
they were ordered

to deliver it
back to Moscow personally.

Secretly.

The old man swore he didn't
know what they were carrying,

but it was enough
to get them killed.

Said they all got wiped out.

All except one, that is.

What do you want from me?

History is written
by the victors.

You ever hear that?

I want to know the real history.

The truth.

That you
and your Russian friends

found evidence
of Hitler's escape

and you tried to cover it up.

You found evidence
that he survived,

maybe even where he went

and you ferried it
back to Stalin.

Or you would have,
but you got caught.

Stop it. Stop it.

Fucking stop it!
Stop it!

What the fuck is that?

This is the truth.

In here is the truth.

But I'm afraid it's not
quite what you expect.

You see, throughout my
life I've seen so many men

offer the truth

proudly pointing

to some seemingly
insignificant thing

and saying,
"This is all that you see.

This is what to blame.
This will fix all your ills

and set you free."

But they're all charlatans.

Con-men scrambling for power.

And in every case,
people would eventually

recognize the trick.

And they'd see with clear eyes

that this magical cure-all...

was nothing but a...

An empty box.

What the...

What the fuck was that?

The fuck is that?

You drugged me.

Yeah.
I'm afraid people like you

can't simply be told the truth.

To truly understand it,
you have to experience it.

You have to feel it.

You sitting comfortably?

Then I'll tell you my story.

Of the last
days of that horrible war.

After Berlin had fallen,

but before it truly ended.

I was, yes, a Russian officer.

And I was given orders,

this secret task.

But what you think
is not what we really found,

what we sacrificed
everything for.

I tried so hard

to do what was right.

Comrade Lieutenant Brodskaya.

Comrade Colonel.

There's been a change of plan.

Transport by plane
is no longer an option.

Looks like we're walking.

Captain Ilyasov and his men
will escort us to Poznan

to rendezvous with Penkovsky
and board a train to Moscow.

Speak, Brana.

That's over a day's drive.

Longer, probably.

We'll be on foot for most.

I thought that time
was of the essence.

It is far more important

to get it back as quietly
as possible,

Not even our comrades
in Berlin can know,

hence no flights
and no communications.

This thing is a ticking bomb

liable to blow up in our faces

if we are not too careful.

Only the three of us
know of this business.

Let's keep it that way.

Oh, and of course
number one knows.

Remember that, both of you.

Stalin himself
has given us these orders.

Don't let him down.

- Yes, Comrade Colonel.
- Yes, Comrade Colonel.

Good.

Pravda
denies these rumors as lies.

But despite the fall of Berlin,

German high command
still refuses to surrender

and fighting continues
across the country.

Now, more than ever...

I'm celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Making it out of Berlin alive.

Na Zdorovie.

We have to do this every night?

Not we, Grigoriy.

You too, Iossif.

Iossif, get over here and
help him bury this thing.

Here.

You're not
curious what's inside it?

Just help me with it, will you?

You don't think that's strange,

we have to bury it every night?

I think you're gonna
get us in trouble.

I get my foot
and I'll flip his head.

New nightmares?

Or old?

New.

Lucky.

Since Berlin.

Can't seem to get rid of them.

Don't sleep.

Can I ask you a question?

Why do we bury it every night?

Can I ask you,
Mikhail Ivanovich,

why do the others call you Tor?

It's hidden.

Someone kills us in our
sleep, they still might not find it.

Like I said, don't sleep.

And the name?

In Stalingrad

I killed some Panzer SS
with a hammer.

Tor.

Norse god of thunder.

He had this hammer.

They gave you a Norse name?

Gave you a Slav one.

It's Hebrew.

Why did you use a hammer?

It's all I could find
at the time.

Did you find it yet?

Keep looking.

It. Brodskaya.

Lieutenant.

Brana! Get up.

Time to dig up the dead.

Come on, get up.

Let's go.

I guess that well
has run dry again.

Yeah.

Welcome back to Poland.

Keep off the back.

- Keep pushing!
- Right.

- Push!
- Keep pushing!

Keep pushing!

- Push up!
- Here we go.

- Come on!
- Come on!

We don't
want to get stuck again.

We'll reach the
outskirts of Poznan by nightfall.

Should be enough time
to make the last train.

No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

We'll be driving in the dark.

We should find somewhere
to camp around here.

We have plenty of time
to get to the city.

Better to get to the...

Get down! Get down!

Take cover!

Sniper. Single shooter.

Where?

Where the hell is he going?

- German.
- You sure? Not Polish?

Werewolf.

That's not good.

We should get back on the road.

No.

- We need to bury the body.
- What?

No. There could be more
out there. More werewolf.

It's just an old man with a
rifle from the Prussian War.

No, we stay,
we bury our comrade.

Or would you rather dishonor
our Comrade Colonel

by leaving him
on the side of the road?

We make camp here.

Tor.

- You're up. Burial duty.
- I did it last night.

Then you'll be getting
good at it, won't you?

We still have time
to make the rendezvous.

No, we're staying here.

And that's the end of it.

I'm in charge now.

Where are you going?

To find supplies
in the village near here.

- You can't.
- Can't?

I mean, we shouldn't.

It's not safe.
We need to guard this.

You can protect it.

But our orders.
You're supposed to...

Fine, you take these three

and they can protect you,
Vasilyeva.

It's not safe to split up
the group, Ilyasov.

Look around you.
There's no one here.

There's no one watching.
No one cares.

The war is over.

- The war is not over.
- Ours is.

And you, you've ripped us

from our well-earned
celebrations, so we're owed.

Spoils of war.

We're owed that much at least.

But don't worry,
we'll be careful.

We'll be quiet.

We're just gonna go
and find some warmth.

And then we'll come
straight back.

Damn fool.

What was that?

What about the werewolf?

Don't worry, Vasilyeva.

There's no full moon tonight.

Don't believe him.

Spoils of war.

I know exactly what that means.

You want to sit down?

God knows what kind
of mess he'll cause.

Let's go get the back then.

We can't leave it unguarded.

Well, then I'll go.

Alone.

He'll listen to you?

I'll go. You stay and
look after the crate.

He'll listen to you?

He'll listen.

You know, my mother
used to have that exact same look

when my father didn't come home.

Oh, yeah?

How'd that work out
for your father?

Stay here.

Open up!

Sorry, tavern closed.

No, it's not.

Na Zdorovie!

Whoa!

Don't waste it!

Oh, here she comes.
Where've you been?

I thought you were out
the back killing a pig.

What's that? That pork?

Oh, right, want some of that?

Days old.

Hey.

You the only one here?

I get more.

Yeah, go get some more.

Where you going?

Hmm?

You know, Tor,

I want to thank you

for offering to leave me here

with the woman and the boy.

You always try to get out
of your chores, Grigoriy.

Yeah.

It is a chore
making conversation

with you two.

What is that?

Werewolf light reading.

You talked about
werewolves before.

Werewolf.

You think they were talking
about real werewolves?

No, I...

Hey. Hey.
Ignore him.

It's Goebbels' idea
of a more frightening name.

Make them sound more
threatening than what they are.

Old men and Hitler youth
with knives and sticks

hiding in the forest.

Fools who
won't give up the fight.

Memento Mori.

It's Latin.

You speak Latin?

No, I...

I just know what it means.

That's good, Iossif.

You're obviously
an educated young man.

Not like us.

What does it mean?

Remember death.

In Rome, when soldiers returned
home from victorious battle,

people used to shout this
at them.

Remember death.

They just defeated armies
and cheated death

and so needed to be reminded
they were still mortal men,

not gods.

Remember death comes to us all.

You know, when we passed
through here,

we weren't far off this.

We wanted blood, revenge for
what the Germans had done to us.

We became what they feared.

What they painted us to be.

Monsters.

Then...

Then we found their death camps.

You saw what they
were capable of.

There's no such thing as
victorious battle anymore, Iossif.

Not in this war.

Anyone who survives it,

won't need any reminder
of death.

- Ilyasov.
- Jesus!

This doesn't concern you.

Go, get out of here.

What the hell are you doing?

Listen to me, you pig!

Your reckless, drunken behavior
is now endangering our mission.

Hey!

Who do you think you are
talking to me like that?

You know, where I'm from,

women don't talk
to men like this.

Get off me.

Spoil my fun, eh?

Get off me, you filthy pig.

Maybe I should teach
you a lesson instead, eh?

Fucking hell!

Oh, you bitch!

Lower your gun.

Lower it.

Don't.

Don't.

You speak German?

So do you.

Kill this fucking Nazi.

I'll deal with you in a second.

What are you doing here?

I live near here.
I heard screaming.

Was it just you...

What was that?

- It came from the tavern.
- Move.

Move!

The place is on fire!

Ilyasov, wait.

Ilyasov, get back.

Makar!

What the hell happened here?

We should leave.

Dimitry!
You're okay, you're okay.

Can you talk?

Can you hear me?

What happened?

Smoke.

Poison.

Who did this?

I don't know.

Werewolf.

Why do you say that?

They hide in the forest.

Watch the town.

They use tactics like this.

They burn lichen and mushroom.

Makes you hallucinate.

Makes you see things.

I scared them off.

How many, Makar?

I don't know.

Watch the town for what?

Russians.

Like you.

Fritz is probably one of them.

- He's Polish, Ilyasov.
- Then he's AK.

Probably led them
straight to us.

If anyone led them to us,
it's you, Vadim.

- This is your fault.
- My fault?

I told you
not to leave the crate.

After the sniper in the forest,
we should have...

The forest.

Grigoriy.

Iossif.

Tor?

Grisha.

Grigoriy.

Tor?

Hey.

Up.

Papa?

Iossif. Iossif.

It's me. It's me.
It's me.

You're okay. You're okay.
The smoke.

It's the smoke.

It makes you see things.

Look. Look, it's fine.
Where are the others?

Where's Tor and Grigoriy?

Truck's gone.

Shit.

Let's get the crate
and get out of here.

What, on foot?

Give me your gun.

You let her take my gun.

You need me armed.

I need you to help carry this.

What, all the way to Poznan?

No, we should stay and fight
these peasant dogs.

These dogs managed to
sneak up and kill two of ours.

Three.

Found Grigoriy.

You're a coward.
We should stand and fight.

And you're forgetting again
what we were sent to do.

Not to fight, not to make noise.

To protect this.

What's this?
What are you talking about?

We can't carry it all the way,

but we can find somewhere
to stash it.

Somewhere to hide.

Can we make it back
to the village?

We'd be too exposed.

I might know somewhere.

Somewhere safe.

Where's Tor?

Make a last sweep.
See if you can see him.

If he's still alive,
he'll find us.

Help me with this.

You were told to wait.

They split up.

We took the chance to take
them in smaller groups.

And did you take them?

A few may have escaped.

May? I'm not sure how this
digs itself out of the ground.

There were more
than we expected.

Which is why I told you to wait.

- We'll find them.
- It!

Find it.
Kill them.

Wait.

Maybe you and your men
will have better luck

with the weapons we brought.

It's close.

I can feel it.

Hey, stop.

Stop.

Are you with them?

Deutsche?

Polskie?

I'm not going to hurt you, okay?

What are you doing out here?

Hey, I need to find my people.

What are you doing?

Stop! I said
I wouldn't hurt you.

I'm going to let you go now.

But if you scream

I'll have to stop you.
Do you understand?

You are from the village,
yes, Wioska?

Yes, from village.

So you do understand me?

I need you to show me
the way there.

I need to find
the others like me.

If you run
or try and signal anyone...

Yes.

You understand me?

Yes.

All right.

Yeah, right.

That's the place?

Yeah, we'll be safe there.

The people that live there,
they're good people.

Kind.

They'll help us.

Last time Russians
came through here,

they murdered people like this.

Just for helping.

Just promise me you're not
like the rest of them.

If you promise me
you're not like the others.

Out there.

Okay.

Wait here.

I doubt we'll see him again.

Stop that.

He's helping us.

What, Fritz?

You trust him, do you?

More than I trust you, Ilyasov.

Comrade Captain.

Don't forget
where you're from, girl.

I'm not the one forgetting
where I'm from.

Or what my orders are.

And if we make it back
to where we're both from,

if we make it out of here alive,

I'll make sure they know
that your behavior

directly went against
our orders.

That you got those men killed

and jeopardized our mission,
Comrade Captain.

Just keep your distance
from me, Ilyasov

I don't enjoy being
this close to you.

So what are you doing all
this way out in the forest?

Huh.

Still, you're running about
in the woods at night?

I run from you.

From me?

Why?

Bolsheviks like you
who come into village.

What about the Germans?

Niemiecki,

hiding in the forest,
do you know about them?

Hey, hey, what about the
Germans hiding in this forest?

- Werewolf?
- Yes.

Werewolf.

You're not afraid of them?

No.

Hey, stop.

They are not as bad
as Bolsheviks.

Don't you say things like that.

You're lucky you bumped
into me and not one of them.

You don't know what
you are talking about.

You have no idea.

You don't know
what they're like.

I know what you are like.

Bolsheviks, Germans,
both the same.

Only Germans have gone now.

Bolsheviks have come.

Murdering, rape.

Killing my parents.

For lies.

For helping Germans.

Helping like they had
any choice.

I'm not afraid of Germans.

They are not a threat anymore.

Because we forced them out.

And who will force you out?

Go.

I'll find my way.

Go.
I'm letting you go.

Village is that way.

Down!

Get down.

Get down!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, come on.
Come on. No.

No, no, no. Please.

No. No, no, no.

Please.

Hey.

It's okay.
It's okay.

We need your help.

No, no, no.
There's no body in there.

No.

- What are you doing?
- We need their help.

Well, put a gun on them.

Is that?

He shot himself

in his bunker in Berlin.

Pravda said reports
of his death were lies.

- They weren't.
- How do you know?

We made sure.

Dental records.

Now you understand
why we need your help.

We need to hide it.

There are men,
werewolf trying to find it.

Hey!

What are you doing?
He's dead.

He can die again.

We have to preserve it.

Formaldehyde.

How long can you
really expect that to last?

Long enough to get it back.

To show it to Stalin.

Ask them where we can put it.

It needs hiding until
we can find new transport.

Hey!
This is important.

No, this

dangerous.

You...

- Destroy it.
- Nie, nie. Burn.

I can't do that.

I think she knows.

I know.

And what it means.

That's why we have to hide it.

Okay.

Whoa.

He won't fit.

He needs to come out.

Okay.
One, two, three.

Why don't we burn it?
What he deserves.

It's also what he wanted.
To disappear.

People to not see him like this.

Killed by his own hand.

So why are you hiding it?

To protect it.

It has to go back.
For proof.

Proof?

- The dental records.
- Stalin needs to see it.

He needs...

What?

In Russia, we like to look
our enemy in the eye.

You wouldn't understand.

You're right.

I don't understand.

What if you lose it?
What if...

What if you die trying to
protect the secret, huh?

What about your secret?

This place is for hiding people.

My guess is
it's been hiding you.

That's why you know about it.

Who are you hiding from?
Hmm?

Who are you really, Lucasz?

Volksdeutsche.

That's what they call us.

Polish with German heritage.

Barely, but enough.

When they invaded they
gave me one simple choice...

Join them

or go to the labor camp.

So when I signed up,

they promised me
that I would keep my home.

They promised me that my wife
would be spared from the camp.

They lied.
They lie.

It's what they do.

So when I heard
that she'd been taken.

I deserted, but...

by the time I got there
it was too late.

She was already dead.

The Soviets
were advancing, so...

If they found me,
they would have shot me.

Germans are being pushed
back across the border,

but some of them stayed.

Becoming werewolf.

Surrounding villages.

Taking reprisals.

A few Russians, but...

mostly Poles.

Villagers they consider
to be traitors.

So I hid from both.

I hid from both sides.

Just like my country.

We're surrounded by wolves.

I'm sorry.

I know what that's like.

Do you?

To lose someone?

To be surrounded by wolves.

Why don't we just leave?

- And go where?
- The fight.

- The war is over, my friend.
- Then why chase this?

Because this isn't the war now.

This is everything.

We found him in the forest.

Did you ask him where it is?

He only speaks Russian.

Do you know
what the Ahnenerbe is?

It means I know everything there
is to know about the human body.

You have an exquisite skull.

My colleague and
I have come a very long way

because of our interest
in a specific human body.

One that we believe you
might know about.

Where is the Führer?

Where is the body?

Where is it?
Where is the Führer?

This won't hurt as much,

but it will blind you
permanently.

They found the others.

They found the others.

Milosz thinks there's a
horse and cart in the village

that he can bargain for.

Your comrade Ilyasov
wants to go with him.

No. No.

He's out there.

Tor.

No, I meant the necklace.

Bolsheviks.

We have your comrade.

Give us the body
and we'll let him live.

Shit.

Do you think you could
make that shot?

We'd have to take
both of them out.

Either of us miss and he's dead.

We should just give it up.

They're gonna kill him anyway,

may as well save the rest of us.

It's just a trophy for Stalin.

Get back downstairs.

Make sure
no one gets in. Now!

Give me back my gun.

You two go with him.

Secure those windows
and entrances.

This thing is more
important than any of us.

Let's hope they don't
figure out where it is, then.

Come on, Tor.
Give me something.

Uh, there's a wolf at the door.

They don't seem to care.

I'm gonna
keep on putting holes in you

until you lose that smile.

Fire!

Let me look.

Stop shooting, you'll hit it.

Halt! Halt!

Here.

Order those wolves
to get in that house now!

Get downstairs.

Make sure they barricaded
those doors.

- Is anyone hurt?
- We're fine.

Where's Vadim?
Where's Ilyasov?

What?
What is it?

Ilyasov.

What the hell is he doing?

He wants an exchange.
His life for information.

And what information
would be worth his life?

He knows where the body is.

He sold us out.

Fucking knew I should have
killed him when I had the chance.

That's it. They shot him
because he went for the shed.

It's in there.

Fall back.
Circle around to it.

I want confirmation it's there.

Congratulations.
You just bought your life.

If they didn't before,
they know it's there now.

We need to move out.

I'll get it on the truck,
you meet me at the church.

Wait for my signal,
then finish it.

Burn them.

Fuck.

Fire on the house!

Do something.

Hey!

Ludmila!

Get downstairs.

Iossif, damn it, fire back!

It's okay.
It's okay.

Shh.

Open
up! It's me. It's Tor.

Wait, Iossif!

Lucky bastard.

They're trying to burn us out.

Aren't they risking
burning the body?

- It's not in the house.
- Oh, shit.

That's why we have to go now.

Sleep well, friend.

On me.

- Three...
- Head for the cover of the trees.

...two.

They're gone.

Brana. Wait.

No!

The truck!
They're getting away!

Wait!

Brana!

- Stop!
- Let go of me!

It's over!
It's over!

- It's not over for me!
- Why?

Oh, fuck!

In a church?

Brana!

Brana, you're okay.

No.

It's over.

No.

Tor overheard them.

He knows where they're headed.

They're at the church.

What church?

We should leave
and do this elsewhere.

We won't get far
with a body in tow.

It's degrading fast.

We must do this now and quickly.

Record evidence that this
is not the Führer.

That he's not dead.

- That it's a fake.
- But it is him.

Spectacle is what
the people crave.

You give them that and they'll
believe whatever you tell them.

We mustn't let the idea
of what he was,

what we all fought for,

die with the rest of us.

Are we to die as well?

Yes!

Because that is what
sets us apart.

Every ounce, every
drop of blood used up.

Because anything less
than total sacrifice

is to lose.

And besides,

death is nothing

if the legacy lives on.

I know this girl.

Another innocent life.

That's why we have
to get it back.

So we can die as well?

So he doesn't win.

Who?

He's dead, Brana.

You've seen what I've seen.

He murdered millions.

Not in battle,
but in cold blood.

He murdered innocent...

He would sacrifice every man,

every woman, child,

an entire nation bled to death,

for power.

For winning.

Men like that don't die.

They fester in the ground
infecting everything.

I want them to see him
before he's buried.

I want to bleach
every bone in the sun

so that they will know

he was just a man.

A coward of a man.

I guess that would make
me a coward, too, not to help.

You'd still be a good man.

No one ever accused me
of that before.

Well, I am.

Have you got a plan?

I might.

As the autopsy proves,
this is yet another lie.

It's quite clearly
not the body of the Führer.

Both the teeth
and the organs show

that this man was different
in age and...

Gas! Gas! Gas!

The skull!
I need the skull!

Down! Down!

Shoot!

No!

Help them.

Help them.

Help. Help them.

Hold him still.

Hold him!

Fuck you!

It's over, little man.

No!

Give it to me.
Give it to me.

Give me the body.
I will let you go.

I will let you live.
Open the door.

Open the door!
No!

No, no!

No, no.
Don't touch this. No!

No, no! No!

Give me the body.

No!

No!

No! No!

No!

Help! Help!

No! No!

Sorry, Brana.

No!

Strange to
think at that same time

Keitel was signing
the German surrender.

Nobody came looking for us.

Presuming we were all dead.

Or just hoping we were.

After the fire

all that was left
were fragments.

Pieces.

And bones.

When I got back to Moscow

the cover-up, designed
to keep the Allies on side,

had gone on too long.

Would be embarrassing
for Stalin to be caught in a lie.

So they buried me.

And any evidence
I brought with me.

Six cold years
in a Siberian gulag.

That's where I left her.

Brana Brodskaya.

That's where she died.

Along with her hopes
and her ideals.

And any notions of exposing
the truth to the world.

When I was released,
I went back to Poland.

To Wroclaw.

To visit an old friend.

This belonged to the man
who saved my life.

He was there
when I needed someone.

My darkest hour.

Helped me to pick up the pieces.

Set me free.

When I heard that he had died,

after being attacked
in a supposed break-in,

I was quite upset.

History isn't written
by the victors.

It's remembered
by those that survive it.

And when they're gone,

how do we avoid
repeating history?

How do we remember?

There.

All done.

Over now.

Shouldn't take long.

Oh, I almost forgot.

He sent me this gift.

A memento.

But I'm sure
it was meant for you.

For people like you.

So at least you got
what you came for.

A box.

A magical box.

It's time now.