He hanged himself in the bathroom.
He knew there were 14 minutes left.
Why this horrid wind had to start
its way over the world here,
in our miserable town? Why?
Your son is not listed!
It must be a mistake.
Do you hear me?
Yes I do.
I can't hear anything!
What did you say?
Going outside is forbidden.
I beg you...
You are responsible for the guards
No, not anymore.
New regulations since morning:
The guards do not submit to anybody,
except of the instructions.
I understand that, but I must be outside.
Any way will do.
Eric is there, Anna is there!
Until there is a special order,
only the dead can go outside.
Call later.
- Do you understand?
- No.
You can go out through the
funeral tunnel.
Are you willing to take that risk?
Of course.
Be careful, especially at the checkpoint.
There is a side tunnel there.
Give me a gas mask!
- Let me through to the
children's department!
- Don't drive yourself crazy!
- He's in there, I feel it!
- And you don't let me in!
- There are no children of his age in there!
- I beg you to let me through into the
children's department. You are no father!
- OK go, go! Go yourself!
Let him through!
All evidence suggests that the
history of mankind has ended.
It's time to sum up the outcome.
And I think it should be done calmly,
without vulgar affectation.
Today I want to talk to you like
a dead man to other dead men.
That is - frankly.
Let me present you a speech for
human beings as biological species.
Mankind was a tragic species,
doomed perhaps from the very beginning.
Our fatal and beautiful fate
was to always attempt to bite off
more than we can chew,
be better than nature intended.
We found a place in ourselves
for compassion,
even though it was conflicting
with the law of survival.
We managed to feel self-respect,
even if it was always trampled on.
Create at masterpieces,
comprehending their uselessness
and frailness.
We found in ourselves
the ability to love.
Oh Lord, it was so difficult!
For inexorable time caused our bodies,
thoughts and senses to decay.
But a man continued to love.
And love created art,
an art which reflects our unbearable
yearning for perfection,
our immense despair
and our endless cry of terror,
a howl of desolate thinking creatures
in the cold and impassive
space desert.
In this room, a lot of hateful words
had been said about mankind,
contemptuous and scornful.
But I won't throw a stone at it today.
That is what I say:
I loved mankind. I love it even better
now that it no longer exists.
I love it for its tragic fate.
And I want to say to you, colleagues,
I want to say that
I love you.
Perhaps that is my leap of consciousness
I wanted you to know.
Now I will go to my room
and everything will end for me.
After all we are adults
and death is not a frightening thing
when everything has died.
And yet... Are you really...
My son... has understood me
and forgiven.
I hope you will also understand
and will not condemn me.
Lord, forgive me.
Let me...
express...
the...
deepest...
the most sincere...
condolences...
over...
the death of your father.
I've never met another man...
so committed to art.
You can...
Everyone moved under the ground.
Exodus...
Long time no see.
I've heard you became a dead man.
It's in fashion now.
No offence, please.
You've got a nice skin color.
By the way I have found the 7th
volume of the reference book.
But there is no 8th, unfortunately.
Thank you.
By the way I've been thinking
about your idea
that the world could not just die.
A nice idea, but very stupid,
not worthy of you, professor.
What proof can there be?
It is ridiculous!
Even the one who had come to save
mankind called it doomed.
And that was two thousand years ago.
"I've come to save the doomed",
he said.
I can share with you a big secret:
There was no war.
What happened was not a war.
It was a fulfilled prophecy.
Apocalypse.
Everything was programmed in