0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering billionaires still rule the world with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Kras Mazov *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.

EMPATHY - La responsabilité isn't concerned with trivial questions like *who killed who*. It's about the real issues: the human welfare index, the price of staple goods, the transition to real democracy...

SHIVERS - Revachol is the capital of the world. Jamrock is the capital of Revachol. Droplets form on your eyelashes. INLAND EMPIRE - It's home.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - No. It was *him*. *He* is the infernal engine, can't you see? He never stops. He only gets worse.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Pity. The jackets are meant to complete each other. If a man were standing alone on a street corner with 'PISSF****T' written on his back, it'd just be an individual that has taken a liking to urine. And 'FUCK THE WORLD' all on its own is, frankly, generic.

SHIVERS - BY THE WAY, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR PARTNER AT ONCE. UNITY AMONG THE RANKS IS PARAMOUNT.

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - “I love Revachol, though.” She looks around, the wind in her hair. “I hope she loves me too.”

Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.

PERCEPTION - Everything's revolving around women and sex with this guy... What's that about?

People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.

YOU - What am I doing? SHIVERS - Looking up at the sky, cold water dripping from your hair. YOU - What do I see? SHIVERS - Grey sky like great battleships, clouds colliding with one another. Rain falls down on the world.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Showing up to work on time is *hard* -- no, scratch that, showing up to work *at all* is difficult.

YOU - “I'd like to dedicate this song to my partner, Kim Kitsuragi.” (Nod to the lieutenant.) KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant doesn't say anything, but gives you a quick smile, before turning away. COMPOSURE - He's incapable of blushing, but if he weren't -- he'd blush.

LENA - “Oh sweetie.” Her expression becomes very serious. “I heard your conversation with the manager about your... financial troubles. When do you get your next paycheck?” EMPATHY - If she could, this woman would feed and clothe you and every other sad, lost person on this earth.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - Three figures on the spring ice. One, a shortish man, is standing with his shoulders slightly hunched. Another, a young woman, tries her best to ignore the third, a middle-aged man with spectacular sideburns, who's screaming at her with all his might...

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation.

CHESTER MCLAINE - “It's not like that. They're what you call *hetero-sexual life partners*. They have a battle-tested relationship. A 'bröderbund', if you will.”

PAYPHONE - You're not a revolutionary, Harry... You're drunk.

“What, you've never seen a man getting a panic attack before?” (Try to keep breathing.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - Yes, we can *see* the jacket. Fuck the world. Fuck police duty. Fuck Jean Vicquemare -- that's what it says to me. Fuck me. We've been through this.

DE PAULE - A slender white shadow, towering. Someone stands there -- raising her pistol at him. The lieutenant does not see it. He's pushing down on your wound with both hands... REACTION SPEED - Scream IMMEDIATELY! He's gonna die.

LIMBIC SYSTEM - The fight? There is no fight. The fight is over -- it was lost. A thousand years ago. You have laid here forever. Keep falling. Deeper... take the door.

INLAND EMPIRE - A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in... ELECTROCHEMISTRY - With a bottle in your hand.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - But as the sun sets, the shadows cast by those columns and arcades weave together to form an intricate umbral lattice. When you see it, you suddenly understand: It was all built for you, for *this very moment*.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) - “Flying f****t... winged pig... shit is airborne...” These are the only words the wind coming in from the Insulindian ocean carries to you.

HALF LIGHT - Look at his shit-eating grin... He knows there's nothing you can do to him. He's bullying you and you are helpless. Kill him. Kill him now. He won't see death coming.

EMPATHY - She looks at the recording device, the thing she thought would fill her hours with joy and escape. It's turning out to be an empty fantasy. She feels childish, very useless all of a sudden.

EMPATHY - If you say 'Two days, maybe', it will be etched in her mind forever.

VOLITION - Do it for the city. Go. SHIVERS - Do it for the wind. LOGIC - Do it for the picture puzzle. Put it all together. Solve the world. One conversation at a time.

YOU - What is beauty? KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - “When you have the fewest deviations from the norm. I've been told it's a type of mediocrity that I possess.”

VOLITION - Really? Quick, tell me what's under her jumpsuit? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - GLORY. TRUTH. SOFTNESS. PROTECT HER. SHE WANTS YOU.

29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

SHIVERS - The road ascends; a raised motorway loops above the ghetto. Beneath its concrete columns -- a sea of rooftops, woodwork, and tar stretches northward. Four-story buildings as far as the rain can fall. The snows melt in Jamrock.

YOU - Wait, the pale is human made? INSULINDIAN PHASMID - It is a nervous shadow cast into the world by you, eating away at reality. A great, unnatural territory. Its advent coincides with the arrival of the human mind.

VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - I *know* who Jacob Irw is. I wanted to give you a chance to stop *fucking* me. How naive of me. You drove a 45,000 reál police vehicle into the ocean -- what did I expect?

YOU - By the way, I'm a fascist. THE DESERTER - You're not. You're part of the meat shield surrounding the *real* fascists, while they rape children. That's what *you* are.

DOLORES DEI - “No, Harry. Not yet. There is one more thing you have to see...” She slides her hands down her chest, and onto her lower stomach. And smiles.

SHIVERS - FOR THREE HUNDRED YEARS I HAVE BEEN HERE. VOLATILE AND LUMINOUS. MADE OF SODIUM AND RAIN. SHIVERS - IF YOU WANT ME YOU CAN FIND ME ON THE BEACH, DANS LE DERNIER BAL.

NO, YOU DON'T, YOU NEED TO GET ANOTHER DRINK; OCCIDENTAL HAPLOGROUP B4 IS DONE GIVING ORDERS AROUND HERE. THE INFLUENCE OF THE *HAM SANDWICH RACE* IS WANING.

EVRART CLAIRE - I think a daughter of a man who killed a man with a kebab can handle running a little nightclub, don't you?

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - Perhaps, perhaps not. Could the Perikarnassians have foreseen the role Revachol would play in events to come? In truth, history only appears to rhyme because we cannot perceive events in their full complexity...

ESPRIT DE CORPS - His partner Émile Mollins can't be there -- he's in another apartment with another man who's showing him a dead dog under the radiator. “It's dead,” Mollins says. “No,” the man replies. “I touched him. He's warm.”

Maybe you should *stop* obsessing about your own -- and other people's -- sexuality? Feels like it’s about time to do that. You’ve thought about this for *eight hours*?! Not only should you stop, you should tell Kim you've stopped obsessing about other people's sexuality too.

Centrism isn't change -- not even incremental change. It is *control*. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it.

YOU - “Men are insane.” (Shake your head.)

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “In dark times, should the stars also go out?”

SHIVERS - GO TO THE CHILDREN OF THE BIG SEA. RHETORIC - The big sea…The Big C? That can only mean one thing - Communism. YOU - Yes, Comrade Zephyr. I shall find them. Girl Child Revolution and Girl Child Communism! SHIVERS - BOY CHILD FREEDOM. BOY CHILD JUSTICE.

YOU - I don't wanna say *cock-carousel* anymore.