her!
Don't touch me!
You tramp.
Rita, where are you going?
You bastard!
Why did you come back?
I managed to forget you, Anna!
Why are you looking at me like that?
I don't want to remember you!
Let go. You're hurting me.
Hurting you. I'm hurting you!
I'm the one who should be hurt.
If you want to set a trap,
what better bait than his own mother?
Or his father? Or his brother?
We're all in shock!
Gone back to our houses!
We're defenseless!
They wouldn't even need weapons.
I hate you.
I don't believe it!
What's the matter?
Don't you recognize me?
Mark.
Wake up! Wake up! Mark!
Go to hell!
Mark!
Amos.
John. Mark.
Paul. Luke.
Abel.
Absalom.
My lord, save us.
I love you.
Anna.
May they rest in peace.
Captain.
Why is it that you survived?
I don't know. I was unconsious
when they rescued me.
No, Captain. You misunderstand.
Why is it that... you... survived?
Why didn't you die like the rest?
Was it because you were raised in an
orphanage and never had a home,
or was it that you were without fault,
innocent as a babe?
What set you apart from
the others, Captain?
And if one recalls your own adage
about the truth never
being pleasant, then...
I was spared purposely.
Of course.
But what was that purpose?
And what did they get in return?
Your soul? And your report?
Don't make me laugh, Inspector.
Nobody knows the truth.
It's a shame.
What's a shame?
Son. My boy.
I've missed you so much.
Just once, I'm begging you.
Is that you?
I can hardly see you.
Maria. Again.
What's the matter with you?
I'm fine.
Everything's fine.
I... just wanted to see you.
Now that you have, please.
Take your pills and go to bed.
Alright. That's what I'll do.
I'm glad to see you.
-Me too. Good night, Maria.
Good night.
What the hell...
Maria.
Go back right now.
This is pointless.
How much more can I take?
You promised, remember?
Stop! Stop, Maria!
Same thing every time!
What for? What for, Maria?
How many times can I tell you,
don't go into that room?
Please.
Don't go into that room!
Absalom?
This is the Inspector, open up!
-Who do you need?
I need you!
I saw you, Absalom!
Open up!
-What do you want with me?
I want to have a word with you.
Go ahead. I can hear you just fine.
Do you know your file
states you were killed
on the 39th Expedition?
-I'm aware of that.
How do you explain that?
You know enough to answer
that yourself, Inspector.
I'm not satisfied with what I know.
I need the truth, Absalom.
And nothing but.
Each man chooses his own truth.
In that case, I need...
your truth.
My truth?
Do you know the meaning
of despair, pain, hatred?
Do you know the meaning of genocide?
Of savagery destroying your world?
Of death leaving your cities empty?
You mean the Expedition.
Do not wake the dead, Inspector.
Think of the living.
You must not lift the travel
ban on that planet.
You mustn't.
Why is that?
I'm not convinced that's the case.
Very well.
You will be convinced.
Absalom.
Absalom.
Don't be so quiet, Absalom.
Don't make me...!
What's the matter? -The door.
-What about it? -It's locked.
Alright, if it means that much to you...
Who is this?
I don't know.
-You don't know?
Some boy.
-Drop the act.
I'd like to examine every
room in this place.
Ah, at last.
I kept wondering when you'd come
and ask me to examine every room.
Here are the keys.
I'm also going to need a list of
the residents. -There is no list.
But if you write all the names
down, then we'll have a list.
So, number seven.
You know who lives there.
You've been torturing him
every single day.
The martyr, the Captain. Number seven!
Let's do them in the proper order,
please. Starting with number one.
Alright.
I thought you wanted to do it properly,
but you just wanted to
do it in the proper order.
Well, let's do it in the proper order.
Number one.
You know this one,
as well, the Inspector,
an inquisitive man, observes
everything, asks stupid