Here are the stories ... simple as a copper penny,
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Telling us that it happens like this...
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As usual, and vice versa...
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About the fact that everything is not going the way it should ...
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First frame… Close-up… Lights, camera motor…
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Street ... lamp ... pharmacy ... three ... conversation ...
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Evening… Autumn… rain… Harsh tones and phrases…
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Exhaust fumes from a departing car...
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Change of perspective... One of three in his lair...
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TV ... Squeezed sofa ... Pricked legs ...
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A jar with bulls… Shelf with cassettes…
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Frame in the mirror: almost no pupils...
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Old wallpaper in fluorescent light…
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You can hear the neighbors yelling upstairs… Children are crying downstairs…
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The gaze fixed on the wall is looking for something without success...
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Too few laughs...
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Slowly driving away, the camera shows us
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TV screen… Center channel…
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News without sound looks ridiculous
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Illuminating the atmosphere of the crypt with flashes ...
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Comments are superfluous ... The Almighty enters ...
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He is in a shabby jacket... He is looking for a bigger cigarette butt...
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Finds... Lights a cigarette... Sits down on the sofa next to him... Grabs the guy by the wrist...
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The screen goes blank...
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God's back again... He's in a miserable robe... |
Military hospital… the interior is dull and austere…
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The camera looks down the aisle between the beds...
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The doctor completes the round... Tired and calm...
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Bunk by the window: four IVs, two stretch marks...
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Mass of bandages… plaster… The second hero looks sour…
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An elderly woman is sitting nearby - this is the mother ... She is crying ...
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The patient is in a coma... she knows what that means...
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The doctor looks at the papers... God stands and smokes...
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On the nightstands by the bed a ticket to the kingdom of heaven ...
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The smell of drugs and a rotting body is almost material...
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Doctor's eyes... He is sad...
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He says something cheerful to his mother... He approaches the bed...
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He feels the pulse silently... God tramples the cigarette butt...
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Shows the doctor at the clock ... shakes his head ...
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He nods and leaves... The mother does not take her eyes off the patient...
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Retrospective…
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The district police officer tells the boy weightily,
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That his choice between only two agendas ...
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He chooses to serve, not to sit...
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Laughs: doesn't want to die... It's scary, after all...
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There is a cutting of personnel... In the hands of the agenda, medical examination, collection point,
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TMB and immediately sharply ...
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Ruined city… Flames… Explosions… Blood… Hospital bed…
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Mother... Doctor... God... Only one of the three remained... |
The screen goes blank... An inscription appears: several years have passed...
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The lights come on... the kitchen... the last hero...
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He has a binge... His wife is in curlers and a dressing gown...
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Shouts obscenities at him heart-rendingly... and beats the dishes...
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He snaps among diapers and towels...
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In the only room nearby, a baby is screaming ...
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He is seven months old... And he is the reason for their marriage...
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The camera is back in the kitchen... a fight is brewing...
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In a fit of delirium tremens, the guy grabs a knife...
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The wife yells: “People! |
Kill! |
Don't touch!"
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Close-up… Slow… Flapping, spattering blood…
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Wave again… Wedding photos…
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New angle... silence... gray face...
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God enters... raises a wedding ring...
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Steps over the body... Opens the fridge...
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Looks inside... It's empty... Sighs sadly...
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The third hero gets up and goes to the window...
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God doubtfully makes way for the boy...
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Combined shooting… In the eyes of a child
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A leisurely flight from the ninth floor is reflected ...
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This smoothly turns into an evening chronicle report ...
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Journalist... In the background, the dead are being carried out...
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A neighbor with a baby in her arms... God... And you can barely see the sky behind them...
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The screen fades quietly... The end of the movie... Credits... |