camera on A 47. lґII sort this out.
- Shall I switch over?
- To automatic.
- Automatic is activated.
- He wonґt get rid of us that easily.
- How did you do this?
- Heat-photography.
The hotter he gets, the better we see him.
- Youґre a horrible bunch of people.
- Anka, calm down.
- Anka!
- Whatґs wrong with her?
Leave her, sheґs exhausted.
Sheґd better get some rest.
- Why did she cry?
- Sheґs worried about Anton.
Heґs becoming one of them.
Heґs capable of anything now.
We learned to control our emotions.
That doesnґt seem to work any more.
No one can keep watching people
eating bloody meat and killing each other
without being influenced.
That would mean that not only Anton
is changing, but we are too.
- A bizarre theory. Just because she cried.
- Coffee?
- Perhaps we will roast a pig up here soon.
- Nonsense. Anka cried.
Thatґs never happened here before.
She cried because something is happening
that we cannot comprehend.
Yes. She has rediscovered something
which we lost long ago.
Attention, a call from Earth.
I have been watching with concern how
certain forms of intolerance and aggression
have been spreading
among the crew of the space station.
We have had to fetch back
some of your colleagues
because they let themselves
be led by emotions
which we believed
we had long since overcome.
For others, it was too late.
They died through their own fault.
I would like to ask you,
as members of the institute,
to make sure that this alarming development
does not get out of hand
and jeopardises the entire project.
Thank you.
What are you thinking about?
Budach, whoґs sitting in some cell,
over in the Tower of wherever,
in chains and humiliated.
- And why are you thinking about him?
- Thereґs so much misery in this world.
Only every now and then
does a light illuminate this darkness,
when a singer is singing a song
or a scholar is exploring the truth.
We must not allow this light
to be extinguished.
You have to sleep now.
Nothing is worse than ignorance,
the lack of ideas, indifference.
Carry on.
Few people who live in misery
are responsible for their plight.
When you are king,
you will be responsible for them.
They will put their trust in you,
and you will have to trust them.
We need people who think.
When I become king,
lґII chop off Rebaґs head.
And then someone will kill you, and thereґII
never be an end to the murdering.
You will be my First Minister,
and it will be your job to protect me.
I donґt know
if lґII always be able to be with you.
The king is dead. Budach poisoned him.
We must at least save the prince.
- You have to hide.
- lґII stay and fight at your side.
Do as I tell you. Hurry up.
Open the door at once.
Get out.
Hide.
Get out, you rabble, or youґII be sorry.
Youґre under arrest.
Surrender. Throw away your weapons.
- Come and get them yourself.
- Die, you devil.
Seize him.
lґII chop off your hands.
Rascal.
Now weґve got him.
- Strangle the bastard.
- No, he should be interrogated.
Heґs coming round.
- What are they going to do with him?
- Heґs giving him something to drink.
- What is it?
- Conduct a spectral analysis of the liquid.
Did you like it?
Itґs the same poison that killed the king.
Do you think you can walk again,
or will you have to be carried?
Rumata!
Rumata!
Rumata!
Hey, grandma.
Tell me, grandma,
have they killed everyone?
Spawn of hell.
Surrender, disguised figures. Come here.
Fight.
Cowardly rabble.
Come on.
Look whoґs here.
Our dearest enemy, the nobleman Rumata.
What do you think we should do with you?
The prince has escaped us because of you.
Hang him. We must hang him at once.
- What do you think?
- I donґt really care,
but generally, only the rabble is hanged.
He is a descendant of an old family
and also an important Irukanian spy.
He is an Irukanian spy, isnґt he?
Oh, and a Soan spy on top of that.
- I wouldnґt hang him.
- WeґII burn him.
- Is that all right with