Stormland Page #5

---

Show some spirit.

Pretend like you don't

see him. Sorry.

This is the thing.

People have had enough

of greed.

This is going to make

us f***ing rich.

We'll have to do it again.

I need to film you

from the front.

A Spielberg-moment.

Hi there.

Are you in town?

- We're on our way.

But have you taken

enough good shots?

Yes.

- Something we can use?

Yes, I've got quite a lot

of good stuff. -Good.

Very good takes.

So we... -I was thinking...

Aren't we going to do

this live tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Let's just go live

with the stuff

when you come to town.

- Live?

Live is life, my man.

That sounds good.

Got a cigarette?

Didn't you stop?

All revolutionaries smoke.

Che and Castro and Lenin and...

Joke.

Here you are.

- Thank you.

When I heard you were gone

I thought:

"That makes complete sense."

It must be a great shock.

What?

- Dagga.

Dagga what?

That she's dead.

It must have been a shock.

What?

You didn't know?

Oh sh*t.

You didn't know.

Dagga died the other night.

What are you saying?

Is Dagga dead?

She got some infection.

I don't know...

I thought all this

was because of that,

the revolution and...

I'm really sorry.

Relax. Jesus Christ.

There is no need

to be sorry.

Sorry, man.

I mean, she wasn't

anything.

I wasn't even the

f***ing dad.

You weren't the dad?

What?

The f***ing whore cow, she...

Now she's dead.

When did you learn this?

- Just... a short while ago.

F***.

What will happen

to the kid?

It's just nice to

get rid of this.

Who needs kids?

They can be a problem.

Complicate things...

But still, I mean...

I'm just so pissed

off at her.

Women, man...

F***ing crazy.

We just don't talk

the same language.

Us and them.

Women.

They're just like

abstract art.

I just don't understand it.

I don't understand them.

Completely nuts.

Especially in our town.

I don't know if you

believe me

but I think I understand

you better than the rest.

It's like...

Let's take Lra Maria...

- Lra Maria?

It was a stupid mistake

but I don't care.

I just had to convince her.

She got pregnant,

just by accident

but didn't want an abortion.

So I said to her:

"This is a mutual decision.

What am I going to do

with another kid?

I don't have the money

and I don't have the time."

Just, a lot to do.

Except she didn't get it.

She didn't understand until

I went over it again and again.

Lra Maria?

You and her?

The postman.

The whole package.

Relax.

Are you f***ing crazy?

What are you doing?

Are you all right

in the head?

Put the gun down.

Come on.

I'm your f***ing brother.

Hello.

Viddi...

He's not here.

Yes.

Nietzsche, go home.

You can't let people see

you with a murderer.

Want a ride?

- No.

Yes, I want a ride.

Dagga is dead.

- What?

Dagga is dead.

- What?

Want to talk about it or...

The lie killed her.

We have to go.

- Why?

I have to go to a doctor.

- Doctor?

Why?

To remove a birthmark.

- A birthmark? Why?

Just because.

It's growing.

Shall I drive you somewhere?

I'll just go where you are going.

I'm his brother.

Yes.

I'm just going into

the hospital.

You can just come here.

I can't be bothered with this.

My girlfriend was coming

in for an operation.

I'm a bit late.

Her name is Lra Maria Nachtweih.

Yes, here she is. 5-F.

She's on the fifth floor.

Where do I find 5-F?

It's down the hallway

and up the stairs.

No.

Bddi.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing?

I'm going to save the

life of this mole.

I don't want you to.

No one else is left.

- What are you talking about?

Everybody is dead.

Are you crazy?

Just relax a bit.

Relax?

- Yes.

That's what wrong with

this society.

Everybody is so relaxed.

We are numb with apathy.

We have to wake up.

Now!

Lra.

- Yes.

Put your panties on.

We're going.

Guns don't solve anything.

Thoroddur?

Are you there somewhere?

We are coming out.

No.

I'm coming out.

I've got three hostages.

And a gun.

Viddi is dead.

Come on, Lra.

Come on.

Come on.

Just take it easy.

Obey him.

Don't hurt her.

You two as well.

Get out.

Not in front.

Out.

Go.

- Easy.

You can go.

Doctor.

Come on.

To the right.

Easy.

You're not going anywhere.

- No, I'm not going anywhere.

Hello, B?var.

- Don't come any nearer.

A peculiar situation

is brewing here.

A former school teacher.

- Poet!

Poet?

- Yes, I'm a poet.

A school teacher and poet

has taken a young woman

and a doctor hostage.

You have a blog, Stormland

on which you said

you said you were going

to start a bloody revolution.

Is this the revolution?

And what about your brother?

Viddi had to go.

He was a symbol of everything

terrible in this world,

this endless consumerism.

And what, will these two

be your next victims?

No. I'm saving a life.

- Saving a life?

I took a life,

now I'm saving one.

This society...

It is locally anesthetized.

You are all so worried

about your money.

But not that you are

spiritually bankrupt.

You live in a land

the world envied

and you have let a

few banksters destroy it.

You are weasels.

Bloody spineless wonders.

Spineless and toothless.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

You aren't thinking at all.

Everything is instant.

I can't wait.

So the revolution is against

abortions.

Lra.

I've got a gun.

You would never shoot me.

No, but I'm talking to you.

- You are not talking to me.

You are spewing your

sh*t on TV.

Who are you to tell us

that we are disgusting?

A former youth program teacher.

Don't twist this.

You knew I was in love with you.

Still you f***ed Viddi. -Yes, I did.

How could you let him

touch you?

Because I thought

he was cool. -Cool?

Yes, cool and fun.

I don't want his kid though.

This kid is the only significant

thing Viddi has given the world

and you are just going to

throw it in the trash

like everything else.

- What was I supposed to do?

This child is the only thing

left of my family.

You have to let it live.

Viddi has five kids

with four women.

He has five mutant cockroaches.

They are not kids,

they are monsters.

But Viddi has this kid

with you.

I have this kid with you.

I love you.

But what about the woman's

right to control her body?

What are you talking about,

you bastard?

We're not talking to you.

Lra, I love you.

Bddi!

What do you want to

accomplish with this?

Come on.

You're in danger of extinction.

The higher you fly

the smaller you look

in the eyes of

the flightless.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes