NETFLIX PRESENTS
There are three kinds of people:
The ones above,
the ones below,
and the ones who fall.
Level 48.
-So this is, uh… -The pit.
Bingo.
And the month is about to begin.
What I'm wondering is
what our food will be.
What will it be?
It's obvious. Whatever the ones above don't want.
Who are the ones above?
They are the people who reside above us.
The ones on floor 47.
My name is Goreng.
Move away, huh? Go back over there, will you?
Back to your side of the room, Goreng.
What name have you been assigned, sir?
You're right.
It could be a pretty long time that you're stuck here with me.
I should probably give you my name.
Or maybe not.
It depends.
Down here, you can't be too careful.
My name is Trimagasi.
Mr. Trimagasi, do you know how this all works?
It's obvious.
We must eat.
Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's difficult.
Depends on where you're assigned.
But you'll see, number 48 could actually be a good level.
How many are below us?
Uh, don't tell me…
It's obvious.
Not very many, but soon,
soon there will be less.
Hey!
-You down there! You hear me? -Don't pester those below.
-Why? -Because they're below.
The ones above won't answer!
-Really? -Because they are above, obviously.
Everything is really obvious to you, isn't it?
-How long you been here? -Months. Many, many, many months.
As I said, Level 48 is a good level,
you've been extremely lucky.
How long do we stay at this good level?
We'll be here exactly for one month only.
Then, we'll see.
All right, I'll only answer one more question.
I'm tired of speaking.
Plus, I've been telling you more about myself than I know about you.
Obviously.
It's not a fair trade, so from now on,
I will only give you as much information as you give me.
The red light is off and the green is lit.
I just gave you some information.
Now, I'd say, it'd only be fair that you gave me some as well. Hm?
Why did the red light turn off and the green one turn on?
Someone's been feasting on it already.
It's what they didn't want.
Uh-huh, well, obviously. What, are you stupid or…?
It's disgusting.
Huh?
That means…
If there are 47 levels above us and two people per level,
we're eating the leftovers from 94 others.
Don't worry. As the month goes by, there'll be less of those above.
-You're not eating? -No appetite.
That will change.
Why will there be less people as the month goes by?
I won't say that's obvious at all, because it's not.
I didn't understand that until I was on Level 8.
Wine!
This month, we have plenty of Muslims and non-drinkers above us.
I love it.
Mmm.
A true plus is that we're getting alcohol this low.
You're really not eating?
I'll save it for later.
Why did you do that?
It's for them to eat, for the ones below.
What if the ones above did the same?
Of course they did.
Those selfish bastards.
Can you feel that?
They'll keep rising the temperature.
-Rising? -We'll be boiling.
It's going to happen pretty soon. Yep.
But we'll faint.
It's your fault.
Because of you, the temperature will keep rising. You must…
You gotta be kidding.
You must return the apple you stole from them.
The food is only ours while the platform is on our level,
but if you try to keep things, then they'll crank up the heat
until the flesh will fall off our bones.
Or they'll freeze us to death.
It depends.
Fuck.
Do you understand?
I said, do you understand?
What?
Do you understand that once inside,
you won't be able to come out until the agreed upon time is completed?
Have I been admitted, then?
Not yet.
My object is a book.
That's fine. Your object can be whatever you'd like.
Oh, good.
THE INGENIOUS GENTLEMAN DON QUIXOTE
Can you guess why I'm in the hole?
Why would I care?
Well, I'll tell you my reason and you'll tell me yours.
Obviously.
I wanted to quit smoking and read Don Quixote.
I was told I could bring an object, and since I'd never read it…
Did you come in voluntarily?
Six months in exchange for an accredited degree.
An accredited degree?
What do you mean, in exchange for a degree?
They should give me two degrees,
because I will have spent a year here.
Why are you here? Tell me the reason why.
Ugh.
Why are you getting a degree here, and not me?
I'd stand back if I were you.
You're not eating again?
Obviously not.
What a waste!
You don't deserve this level.
You still haven't told me why you're here.
Come on, just tell me.
Only if you stop using my word.
You must promise to stop using my word "obviously."
You must promise to never use it again.
I was at home and I saw this ad with a bearded guy,
showing a knife sharpener.
"A Samurai-Max is a device that can sharpen every knife you have,
straight or serrated," he said.
"Just have a look at this blade here."
"It's so dull, it couldn't even cut a sponge."
"But with the Samurai-Max, you'll be able to cut even the toughest surfaces,
like this brick here."
And lo and behold, who'd believe it?
It cut the damn brick.
These housewives were on giving testimonials,
saying how much the Samurai-Max had changed things for all of them.
They said with their unsharpened knives,
peeling tomatoes had been impossible.
Now, I'm not big on tomatoes and my bread, I always buy it sliced,
so I don't have no deficits in that department,
and I sure don't need to cut through bricks.
And based on my life experience,
I'm not able to see who would need a knife like that.
But I might be wrong.
What if my life sucks because my knives are not sharp?
If purchasing a Samurai-Max would make my life whole.
Don't you get it, Goreng?
-It's the little things. The details. -You bought it.
-Obviously, I bought it. -And?
Then what?
Did you slice someone's throat with your newly sharpened knife?
After I bought it,
I watched the next ad.
It was the same guy and those same pretty ladies.
Do you wanna know what they were selling?
These bastards sold a knife that doesn't need sharpening anymore.
It sharpens itself.
The best blade ever. And what did they call it?
I suppose you can probably guess the name.
-Samurai-Plus. -Are you telling me that you bought it?
-No, no… -Obviously, they laughed at me.
They were right.
I… I mean, I couldn't sleep. I worried about what I had missed.
I was so upset, I took my TV set and…
threw it out the window.
And it fell on a fucking illegal immigrant that was passing by.
Now you tell me, am I responsible?
He shouldn't even have been there.
But you killed a person, and now you're here?
It was the pit. Or a mental institution.
Obviously.
But, unfortunately, nobody offered me a degree for it.
How many levels are there?
Give me a rough idea, that's all.
I don't know.
But more than 132, I was there.
At 132?
And there were more below that.
-And how much food reaches that level? -None.
I don't believe you could've survived that.
I didn't say I hadn't eaten,
I said the platform was empty.
If you don't believe I survived, how could I be here?
Thirty days without food is easy, but two consecutive low levels is tough.
We have to talk to the ones above.
-What for? -What do you mean?
So that they can ration the food.
And they should pass the message to Level 46, then to 45…
Hm, hm, hm…
Are you a communist?
I'm reasonable. We should ration the food.
Those above won't care, I'm telling you.
Well, I'll start with the ones below.
Hey! You in 49, can you hear me?
Huh?
Send more wine next time, you prick!
There's your wine, dumb bastards!
What're doing? Stop!
The ones below are below, Goreng.
-Next month, they might be above us. -Yes, and they'll piss on us.
Those pricks.
I chose a book.
Tell me, what did you choose?
It's obvious.
A Samurai-Plus.
Aha.
Are you seriously going to keep doing that?
It's incredible.
The longer I use it, the sharper it gets.
-Was that a person? -Obviously, it was a person.
I just hope he was a drinker,
because we're short on wine.
On those high levels, you can eat whatever you want.
But you don't have anything to wait for.
Your mind runs wild.
Nobody's going to do anything?
If I were you, I'd pray for us to be on intermediate levels.
You look like someone who would jump when he's above,
but doesn't have the guts when he's below.
The guts for what?
Perhaps you could read me Don Quixote?
I'm having a hard time falling asleep.
Obviously, I miss TV.
What levels have you been to?
I first woke up at 72.
I was then at 26,
at 38, at 43,
at 11, then at 79, 38, also.
And worst of all…
Last month, I was at 132.
-And now, I'm here. -Who were you with on those levels?
I know that you were with the same person each month.
-Who were you with? -You are being pretty nosy.
You said we are staying together. Look at me.
Who were you with?
Well, it doesn't matter.
As long as you have a self-sharpening knife.
Your companion disappeared after you were on a level
where there's hardly any food.
You don't seem to have been fasting for a month.
The conclusion is obvious.
You weren't going to use my word anymore, remember?
Look, you've clearly lost your mind.
It's obvious that you ate your cellmate.
Don't worry about her. Go on.
-Is she hurt? -It's not serious.
Is it, Miharu?
Do you know her?
Mm. She comes down every month.
-What do you mean? -She's searching for her son.
They have kids here?
Mm.
Are you okay?
Well, look at that.
You want to keep her for a couple of days?
I thought you were an honest man.
I'm worried.
Don't waste you time worrying.
In the pit, everyone's free to behave however they want.
She wants to go down.
Do you know what this beauty does every month?
Before she goes down with the platform, she kills her cellmate.
That way, she has an option to be with her son the following month.
That could've been her cellmate who fell.
It wouldn't surprise me if her cellmate was pushed.
I didn't kill anyone at Level 132.
My cellmate completed his time in the pit.
By now, he'll be out there somewhere garnering huge success with his diploma.
A body fell while the platform was at our level,
and so, we removed the body from the platform.
It was only day eight.
We ate human flesh.
But we didn't kill anyone.
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Leave her alone down there!
They'll only have her a couple of days. More or less.
-Please, will you read me Don Quixote? -Hey!
Go ahead! Jump!
That's it, jump. It's just 15 feet or so.
What chapter?
The first, obviously.
Fuck!
"In a village of La Mancha,
the name of which I have no desire to call to mind,
there lived a man with a lance, an old buckler,
a lean hack and a greyhound for coursing."
Do you believe in God?
Why are you asking me that?
Because if you do believe, you should pray for us.
Can you smell that?
It's the gas.
They'll put us to sleep now, and tomorrow, we'll wake up on a different level.
I like you, Goreng.
But honestly, I don't think you'll survive for long.
Who cares? We can't go back.
You have a big heart.
This next month will be my second-to-last month here.
When I get out, I should get an accredited degree of some kind.
I've surely earned one.
Do you believe in God?
I believe… yes.
This month, I believe in God.
You were in a deep sleep, Goreng.
No!
Easy. Calm down.
This is not a good place to be.
Goreng, do you get it?
You're much younger and stronger than I am.
You may not attack, or you might.
You see, over time, you'd start to see me differently.
I've been telling you.
Hunger will drive you mad.
And down here, it's better to eat than to be eaten.
It's obvious, I really don't want to kill you.
Because your meat will decay rapidly,
and you see, meat must be preserved.
So I'll spare you for now.
I did it before, it's doable. Fasting's a possibility.
Not for the first week.
Tell me, have you ever traveled to France, huh?
-Don't do it! -They eat snails.
Like the French call them: escargots.
They're regarded a delicacy in some countries.
But they must go through a purging, you see?
So you shouldn't worry so much. You hear me?
You're still alive.
Oh, Goreng.
Hear that?
It's the screams of those waking up and discovering what level they're at.
Don't do it!
Leave me alone.
Trimagasi!
In time, our friendship would deteriorate.
Eventually, we would become suspicious of one another.
It all leads to violence in the end.
I know, because I've lived it before.
You're a murderer.
No. No, I consider myself someone who's afraid. Just like you.
My tasty little roommate.
You're purely delirious.
From this point on, it'd be better for me if I were to pretend you were a snail
purging these impurities.
You see, I'm a good man.
You see that?
Those animals haven't left anything, not even the bones!
Well, well, well,
you're tied up, and I am not.
You have a book. I've got my Samurai-Plus.
Obviously, you're in no position to ask for anything.
But if you cooperate,
you could have the possibility, thanks to me,
the possibility of living through this…
If you really like me, I'm just gonna lay here
and bleed out, you piece of shit.
I will do what I can to prevent that.
I'll start after eight days, I'll cut little strips out of you.
And every time I do, I'll cure your wounds.
Yes, and I promise I'll share a bite.
You mean a part of myself?
Think about your survival. You should help me.
I really hope you come to your senses,
and we can proceed with reading that wonderful book of yours. Huh?
Hear me out. What if that man's death was just a terrible accident?
Not like this here.
You're really going to be responsible for my death, you hear me?
The ones responsible for your death will be the ones above us.
Up above, there are 340 people, you know?
We can survive, drinking water, Trimagasi.
You might resist it,
but me, I'm an old man.
I need to think about next month.
It'll be my last, and if we survive…
Are you not excited that it'll be my last month?
-You understand, don't you? -Obviously not.
But you can still read?
Ain't gonna happen.
Then, we're left to silence.
Talking is draining.
I've had it! You're nothing but a son of a bitch, you murderer!
And you just proved it, you son of a bitch!
I'm afraid the time has come.
I was trying to read, but I can't.
I lost the words, and, well…
I just couldn't focus.
Suppose we've completed the purge now.
We should start today,
otherwise I can't guarantee to make a neat job of it.
I want you to know I'll hold you responsible for my death.
Not the people above, not the circumstances,
not the Administration.
But you.
Only you.
At last, now you've been purged inside and out.
Can't wait for the first bite.
There's nothing left in you.
Not even resentment.
But don't worry, I'll just take a few small pieces of meat.
I won't touch your genitals.
Hm? I'm gonna save 'em for later.
Are you ready?
Thank you.
What is your son called?
Eat…
or be eaten.
You forced me to.
No.
I was helpless, but you, you showed no sympathy.
You didn't show me the same kind of respect that I showed you.
Obviously.
You're dead, and still using that word.
I smell gas.
And you're an illusion.
Maybe.
Is that important?
Because we're the same now.
You and I are murderers,
but I'm more civilized.
Leave.
No. No, I won't go away.
And now I belong to you, Goreng.
I'm in your body.
But don't worry, you belong to me as well, my…
escargot.
Speaking tires me out.
See? We're almost thinking alike now.
Ramses the Second. Come, come. Come here, my love.
Come, come.
He was only welcoming you. Bastard.
My name is Imoguiri. He's Ramses the Second.
They let animals into the pit?
I'd never have come without him, Goreng.
It's not a good idea to take a little dog here, lady.
He'll be dead tomorrow.
I thought someone who brought a book
would be nicer to animals.
No one had ever asked for a book.
They ask for everything: firearms, crossbows,
knives, flashlights,
golf clubs, baseball bats…
-and even a stationary bike… -How do you know my name?
You can smoke if you want.
-Shall we continue? -Yes.
Do you have any gluten or lactose intolerance?
No.
Allergic to seafood, peanuts, or any kind of fruit?
No, nothing… that I know of.
After you're admitted, you won't be able to smoke.
Yes, I know.
Are these little pauses intentional?
Are they disturbing?
No.
Your favorite food?
I don't… I don't know.
Please, just think about it.
Why is it that important?
We will include it in the menu.
So, am I admitted?
No, no, no.
Escargots à la Bourguignonne.
Is that snails?
-Yes. -All right.
-Can you get me out of here? -You know I can't.
You must've sent many people here before they sent you?
If I remember correctly, you came in here voluntarily.
And nobody sent me here. I asked to come in.
Then, you don't know there are deaths in this pit every day.
We prefer to call it Vertical Self-Management Center.
How many levels are there?
Two hundred levels.
Two hundred?
We don't get enough food for 200 levels.
If everybody ate only what they needed,
the food would get to the lowest level.
-In here, it's not that easy. -No, it's not.
Not here, nor out there.
But something needs to happen at the VSMC sooner or later.
You know, something that sprouts a spontaneous solidarity.
The VSMC? Spontaneous solidarity?
Is that why they created this pit?
Change never happens spontaneously, lady.
Maybe that's why you're here.
As long as I get out of here alive.
Good boy.
It's good, isn't it? You love it…
You know what you're doing could cause a human being's death?
Very good.
One day, he will eat and the following day, I will.
It's my ration.
Hm.
He may cause the death of a kid.
What? No children under 16 are allowed in the pit.
There's at least one.
I told you, there are no children under 16 allowed.
The VSMC Administration is absolutely strict about it.
Aw.
Gentlemen, good morning!
Listen to me, please.
I've left a couple of portions for you, so please, eat yours only,
and if you may, please prepare two similar portions
-for the ones on the next level. -What are you saying?
We've come from Level 88. We're barely alive!
I understand, sir, but we're responsible for those
who this month haven't been as lucky as we have.
Listen to me. Your rations contain the calories your body needs.
Why don't you go fuck yourself?!
-Don't listen to that bitch! -Please, sir.
Spontaneous solidarity.
Maybe this place exists precisely for the opposite reason.
If that solidarity emerged, they'd know to avoid it from happening outside.
Wouldn't they?
Who would know?
Who do you think?
The Administration.
Right.
You're one of those who thinks the Administration does everything wrong.
I've worked for 25 years in the Administration.
And you have your privileges.
What are you saying?
You were able to choose your cellmate.
I wasn't.
Gentlemen, I understand yesterday you were hungry
and paid no attention to my words,
but it's important that you consume only the portions I've given you.
And that you prepare two similar ones for the ones at Level 35.
Shut up! Leave us alone.
We'll eat whatever the fuck we want!
Easy for you to say on your level. Who do you think you are up there, huh?
Huh?
They'll come to their senses.
Are you for real, lady?
Gentlemen, eat your portions and prepare two similar ones for the…
Gentlemen…
Prepare two similar ones…
-Gentlemen, please. -I can't believe the old witch.
Eat your portions…
Gentlemen, please, eat your portions and prepare two similar…
Gentlemen, I got your portions ready,
and also the portions for Level 35 to make things easier for you.
Please prepare two…
How dare you?
Please, it has been 15 days.
I'm begging you to please follow my instructions
because there are people dying below, for sure.
Do you understand? People are dying!
Listen up, motherfuckers!
Either you do what this lady asks you to,
or I'll shit on your food every single day.
And then I'll spread the shit until there's not a single grain of rice clean.
Do you hear me?
You're going to eat shit every day.
And now, you pieces of shit, tell the same thing to the ones below you.
Sounds good?
All right.
It seems to be working.
Obviously.
But I didn't mean it this way.
I wanted to convince them.
They're convinced now.
With crap, huh?
Better than spontaneous solidarity.
Let's see if we can convince the ones above us.
Nah, the ones above won't listen.
Why?
Because I can't shit upwards, you see?
Help me! Help me!
Okay, easy, easy, easy. She's the kid's mother.
The pillow, the pillow!
Easy.
Take it easy.
Okay, calm down. It's over.
It's cold.
-What's that? -Very cold.
She's cold. Put the blanket on her.
That's it, that's it. That's it.
It is cold, Goreng.
What's happening?
Oh, your fucking dog. Come here, motherfucker!
Come here. Here, stop! Let it go!
There.
I hate you. I hate you.
You vile bitch!
-I hate you! -Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey, hey! Hey, hey. What?
It's because of her son.
Really? I don't know.
I'm not a mother.
Hey! Is this our ration for today? What the fuck?
That's fucking great.
I interviewed that woman ten months ago, and she came in on her own.
She has no parents, she has no kids.
Her favorite dish is bibimbap.
She's an actress.
Her object is a ukulele.
Because she wanted to look like Marilyn Monroe in that movie.
And she came to the pit on her own.
Yeah, you heard me right, Goreng.
She came… on… her own.
She wanted to be the Asian Marilyn Monroe.
That piece of garbage.
With her slanted eyes, playing the ukulele…
And now she's a murdering bitch looking for a non-existent kid.
A spontaneous act of solidarity.
Spontaneous solidarity covered in shit.
This is not a good place for someone who likes reading.
I've worked 25 years for the Administration.
The last eight years, sending people to this hell.
Not knowing what I was doing, because I didn't have a clue.
I promise I'm not lying.
Do you believe me, Goreng?
You don't believe me, right?
Well, now, I really need you to believe me, Goreng.
Take a look at me.
I'm a woman who fought against cancer for three years.
The same day they told me that I'm going to die,
I applied to come in here, to help out.
Look at this.
There's no hope for me.
I don't care anymore.
I don't care about anything anymore.
You're a complete idiot, Goreng, do you know that?
Who the hell would bring a fucking book to this place?
Look, it's a miracle no one touched the snails.
Don't you want to eat something?
I'm gonna put two in each ration.
Imoguiri, why don't you eat a bit?
Today, it's Ramses the Second's turn to eat.
Hm.
Today's the last day, you should eat something.
Mm?
We don't know where we'll be tomorrow.
Won't you take her down?
She was your friend.
Will you eat her?
Of course he will. Why do you think I hung myself?
It would have been much easier to jump, as everyone else does.
But I wanted to leave a present for you, Goreng.
My body.
I want you to feed off my body.
To digest it, and expel it like redeeming shit.
All right. Remember: solidarity or crap, huh?
Do you think covering your ears is going to achieve anything?
Don't be stupid because we are inside your head.
You call him stupid, really?
You're talking to the Messiah.
The Messiah of Crap, but a Messiah anyway.
-Eat me, my friend. -The crazy old woman is right.
It's your only chance to survive.
Yes, Goreng. Cut pieces of my flesh and feed off my body.
Come on.
"Let me tell you the truth."
"Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man
and drink his blood,
you can't have eternal life within you."
"Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood
will live for eternity."
"I will raise them up at the last day."
"For my flesh is real food,
and my blood will be your ambrosia."
"Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood
remains in me,
and I in them."
Amen.
There you go, Goreng.
With the Samurai-Plus, it'll be like slicing butter.
Do it.
Ears, snout, jowl…
breasts, steak, trotters…
ribs, and bacon.
Knuckle…
shoulders, ham…
loin, feet, and thighs.
Hey! You, up there! Bastards.
Come on!
I know you're up there. Answer me.
My name is Baharat. I'm going for it, brother!
We're here.
Have you seen what level we're on? Level 6, my brother!
I'm going on up. I'm going for it. I'm fucking doing this.
I'm getting out. Hey!
-You on the fifth floor, answer me! -What's going on? You want up?
Yes, I want up.
-What do you want up here for? -Really?
Brother, to escape this fucking pit!
Do you believe in God?
Yeah.
I believe in God, of course I do.
Okay, but which God?
The only God.
There's no other God than that, come on!
He says he believes in the same God we do, babe.
Please, I'm just passing by, I promise.
God spoke with me. He said, "Get the hell out of this hole!"
He claims God spoke to him. What did he say exactly?
That two compassionate, pious souls
would help me get out of this hellhole!
Have you heard, darling? I think God was talking about us.
And…
that those people are going to be rewarded.
Hm.
And how will He reward them?
They will be rewarded with eternal life!
Eternal life?
Not a bad deal for helping a Black man.
Let me climb up, all right?
All right, throw your rope up. We'll help you.
Thank you, my brother!
Praise Jesus and thank you, sir.
Catch you on the outside. Ready? Got it?
Help me!
Help me now!
Sons of bitches!
Bastards!
-What the fuck? That bitch shit on me. -Ask God for another rope.
No. My rope!
My rope!
You're fine. Stay positive.
You're totally fucked.
You are 100% fucked!
Five…
You'll never get this close again.
Five fucking levels away!
You're adapting quite well, my snail.
I attacked you.
The crazy woman hanged herself.
Now, you can recover here on Level 6,
eating as much as you like.
After that, you'll only have one month left before leaving this place,
along with your new degree.
You see, it wasn't that difficult.
It's all up to you now.
You hear me, Goreng?
Change never comes spontaneously.
Maybe that's why you're here.
Help me go down.
We'll make weapons, listen.
Then ride the platform and give the others on each level what they need to survive.
What?
I can't do it alone
but us,
together, we have a chance, Baharat.
I'll try getting up again next month.
There'll always be some prick who'll stop you.
Down is suicide.
If we get food to the last level, we'll break the mechanics.
There are no mechanics.
Just the hole.
The hole's a prison, Goreng.
With who the hell knows how many levels.
When I was on Level 202, I counted second by second,
how much time the platform took to come back.
It might not have been exact,
but taking into account the time the platform stops on each level…
I figure there are about 250.
-Two hundred and fifty? -Two hundred and fifty.
And if you're wrong?
Say there's no food before we reach the end?
Then we stay on the platform and we go up again.
As you wished.
Down.
That's right.
Only a lunatic gives up Level 6.
Or two lunatics going for it, bro.
You guys look ridiculous.
I hope they kill both of you, dumb pricks.
Hm.
You! Over there!
Stay away from this fucking platform!
Baharat! It's you. Jesus, what are you doing?
Relax, we're only stopping by.
We'll let you eat your rations, then we're out of here.
No.
-No? -No.
The first 50 levels eat every day.
We'll start giving at Level 51.
These two are my friends, Goreng.
They helped me up two months ago.
They ate yesterday, and they'll eat tomorrow.
One day without food is fine.
Fuck that! Here on the seventh level, I will bloody gorge myself.
I nearly died last month on 114.
Could've used your mob justice then, assholes.
You been down low, you should understand.
Who are you? The Messiah?
A Messiah who's come to redeem us?
The Messiah multiplied fish for people, he didn't snatch it from their mouths.
I mean, really, Baharat.
I expected more from you.
Who are you now? Are you just a white man's servant ?
You! Get in the fucking corner!
And you there! Hey, stay in that corner!
Stay behind your goddamn surfboard, motherfucker!
Stay where you are!
Against the wall. I won't say it again.
Drop that, right now, or I swear I'll kill you both.
I said stay back!
Over there now!
-You, back in the corner or I'll kill you! -Baharat!
Sorry, sir.
Baharat, just look at you two puppets.
You're stepping on the food.
Get off of there.
Who the fuck is this guy?
He's a very wise man.
Have you learned absolutely nothing? Did you forget our lessons?
Sir, all we're doing is trying to get the food passed down to all levels.
And that is marvelous.
Marvelous.
But manners and education are more effective.
Convince them instead of threatening them.
Yeah. But what if they won't listen?
You smack 'em.
But first of all, dialogue.
Let me ask you this…
Just who will say, "Aha, well, they must have succeeded."?
The Administration?
The Administration doesn't consider this, that, or the other.
But while the Administration has no conscience,
there's a chance that those who man Level 0 do.
And that's where you need to send your message.
What do we send them, then?
Aha, a symbol.
What we need is an irresistible dish,
beautifully prepared and presented,
that remains intact and is sent back all the way to Level 0.
Just imagine their faces
when they see the platform come back with a dish like that still on it.
Then they'll understand the message.
The panna cotta.
You'll have to take care of that panna cotta,
as though your lives depend on it.
The panna cotta is the message.
My friends,
I implore you, please do not approach the platform.
We want to include you in a peaceful protest
that will inevitably, and most passionately,
change the way things are done down here.
Understand? This protest will establish a precedent--
Fuck, dude. Speak plain English, you piece of shit!
We're asking for one day of fasting.
-A day of fasting? -Yes.
And who made you King of Shit?
The main thing is the message.
-Wait! -Get off!
Let's get down a few more levels, then we'll pass out the food.
Okay.
Back!
Friends, we don't want any trouble. We'll be off soon.
We'll give you your rations, then we'll leave.
-Is he going to die? -Not if you take care of him.
He's going to die, for sure.
I… I will smother him with a pillow.
Eat up and don't talk nonsense.
I'm gonna cut open his stomach, then eat that meal put in him by you.
Fuck!
This must be where Miharu woke up.
-The kid's mother? -The kid who doesn't exist.
Fuck.
Shit.
Shit!Shit!
The platform hasn't stopped.
This means there are more levels than the ones you counted.
Holy shit.
If there's nobody alive, the platform doesn't stop.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Miharu! Miharu!
She's dead.
No! No! She's dead!
-The platform! Let's go! -No.
-Let's go! Let's go! -No.
No!
Get back!
Hang on.
There's nothing left.
We still have the panna cotta.
The panna cotta is the message.
There's no one left.
The platform has stopped, finally.
This has to be the last level.
Get ready. We're going up.
The kid…
No.
Don't.
Don't do it.
No, no, no!
Fuck! Fuck!
Toss the panna cotta.
-Toss the panna cotta. -No.
Toss the fucking panna cotta.
No, no, no, no!
Wait.
For what?
-Do you feel hot? -I'm not hot.
Or cold.
A girl.
She's hungry.
Give her a bit.
No.
The panna cotta is the message.
"A great man who's vicious will be a great example of vice,
and a rich man who's not generous will be merely a miserly beggar."
"For the possessor of wealth is not made happy by the possessing it,
but by spending it,
and not by spending it as he pleases, but by knowing how to spend it well."
What do you want?
I like to listen to you when you read.
"Knowing how to spend it well."
It was bold of you to piss away all the riches from Level 6.
My snail.
-I didn't piss it away. -Now, what're you going to do?
Eat your Black guy, then what?
Why not the girl?
The girl has a gift. Haven't you realized that?
Ramses, Ramses, Ramses.
Ramses is the message. Ramses the Second is the message.
Ramses… Ramses…
-Ramses… -Ramses… Ramses…
Hey! Wake up!
The girl is the message.
She is the message.
She's the message.
Baharat…
"We'll leave together, and together, we'll go on a pilgrimage."
"We will share the same fortune and the same luck."
Your journey is over, my snail.
Not yet.
I have to get the girl up.
But you are not the message.
But I'm her bearer.
The message doesn't need a bearer.
Huh?
Don't call me snail again.
Don't use my word again.
Will she succeed?
She's the message.
She is the message. ain.