. -Please.
I need your help.
I was advised to contact you, I...
Relax. Have a little more confidence.
All our clients are nervous at first,
but eventually...
I don't know where to start.
-Just get to the point.
So. Who do you want to kill?
I don't want to kill anybody.
-Then who's your executioner?
Yes, executioner.
There are three kinds of people:
The executioners, the victims,
And the victims who wish they
were executioners. They come to us.
But they're my children.
Just a moment.
Yes, call me back in ten minutes.
Excuse me, Sir.
The abbot's here, Father...
Yes, I remember. Victim number?
The client would like to have
another one. -We'll send one over.
The main purpose of our
company is to prevent
Potential crimes from being committed.
Using a Marionette.
An exact copy of the victim.
If you want to beat someone...
Kill someone, torture someone...
Be yourself, in short.
You can let it all out on a Marionette.
Death without death.
Rape without rape.
All strictly legal.
-Is this expensive?
It'll cost you. But it's worth it.
Committing a so-called fake murder,
a man is freed...
From rage. From bloodlust.
The memory of what
he's done is so terrible,
He'll never want to kill again.
Companies like ours are scarce now.
But a time will come.
And then, moral issues won't
be resolved by the Church.
Not by the constitution.
But by us. Only us.
Hello, Sister.
How are you feeling?
I feel wonderful, thank you.
The abbot's waiting for you.
Lifelike, isn't she?
Bring your little ones.
Hernando! Hernando, come here!
What is that? -Who are you?
Why did you come here?
-What do you want?
I'm afraid! -What do you
want? You can't come in here!
You can't come in here! No!
Tom! Tom!
Halt! Quarantine services!
Hands up, face the wall!
But... -Hands up or I'll shoot!
Name? -Michael Stone.
Speak up!
-Michael Stone! Damn it.
Settle down. Age!
-Forty. -Address!
Eleven South Saint James Street.
-What are you doing out?
What's it to you? -Turn around!
Against the wall, or I'll shoot!
So what are you doing outside?
-Taking a walk. -What for?
To get some air! Bastard.
-There is air in your house.
That's none of your business!
Maybe I like fresh air, Goddamn you!
Hello, Dear. Here I am.
Don't.
You're bleeding. -It'll pass.
God, Michael. When will this end?
Tell me, when will this end?
Today, Linda. Right now.
Father. When are you going
to unlock the nursery?
I don't think I'm going to, Peter.
-What do you mean?
We're starting a new life.
-I wonder what kind of life.
We're leaving. Today. Now.
Come on. We'll have a holiday.
Just thirty years or so.
We'll buy a nice white yacht,
And sail far, far away from this city.
To some forgotten island.
And we'll be the only ones there.
Only us, the sound of the ocean...
Clean, hot sand...
And the summer...
The summer never ends.
We'll live, and love one another.
And teach your children to do the same.
Aren't you packing? We're leaving!
Pack up, Linda! We're going!
This joke is in poor taste, Michael.
I'm not kidding, we're leaving.
Don't do this, Father.
Don't do this.
We have to, Peter.
One day you'll understand I was right.
This is our salvation. -I don't need
your salvation, you hear? Don't need it!
Oh, I hate you!
I wish you were dead!
We were, Peter, for a long while.
Now we're going to live.
I don't want to live with you!
I don't ever want to live with you!
I want the nursery! Right now!
Mike!
Unlock the nursery.
Please. Unlock it.
You know, Linda...
If I could just wake up tomorrow and
find there's not a soul in the world.
No-one else. Only you, me, the kids...
Only the Earth, the sea,
everything that grows...
Trees, flowers, grass.
The animals, they can stay too.
Everything, except for man.
Who hunts when he's not hungry,
and eats even when he's sated.
Who is cruel,
though no-one treats him unkindly.
It would have been wonderful.
We'd have all the time in the world.
And...