At the end of the Ice Age, the Machine came.
It came from outside. It came from space.
It came with one purpose...
to change Man into Mutant.
After much suffering and death...
a warrior named Neachdainn...
united the ancient tribes of Man.
Together, they sealed the deadly Machine beneath the earth.
In the distant mountains of eastern Europe...
only The Brotherhood, descendants of Neachdainn...
kept knowledge of the Machine alive...
in stories, in myths, in the sacred book of The Chronicles.
Years later, four Corporations ruled the world.
Mishima in the East...
Bauhaus and Imperial in Europe and Africa...
Capitol in the West.
Each Corporation fights each other...
for what little resources remain in a war without end.
On the muddy planes of Europe...
the Bauhaus Corporation prepares...
for another assault on the Capitol lines.
Between them, beneath them, the Machine still waits.
Keep it up, lads, put a smile on it.
Will you put that fucking cigarette out!
Alright, you Bauhaus bastards, what's on today's menu of shit?
Incoming!
Get your lid on, son.
Tuck in! Tuck in!
Keep your heads down.
Enjoy!
Don't pick at it, son. It makes it worse.
Fucking hell.
All the fun of the fair, eh?
I want you to destroy them!
You will now fight!
I want to see only ashes remaining!
Advance!
Is Hunter's patrol back yet?
What's left... sir.
More pressure on the exit wound.
What happened?
Ran into cog armour five klicks back.
How strong? - Five ATCs.
Shit, a full platoon.
We left them bogged down in the wire.
They called in our position, ran eight-eighties right up our ass...
Once they get through this wire, they'll be right on top of us.
Just another day. - Right, fucking on top of us.
Shit, here they come.
I guess dead men don't smoke, huh?
Gracias, Padre. I feel all cleansed and shit.
Sergeant? Would you receive grace?
Top's going straight to hell.
You know your Top used to be an officer.
A klick and closing, lads.
That's right. We went through the Academy and everything.
They're nearly with us, lads.
Then one morning he woke up...
with an extremely nasty case of, 'I don't give a fuck'.
A fuck about what? Every yard we take...
every Cog we kill, some fat fuck's stock goes up two points.
But it's not about the money, is it, Sarge?
Ends up where they give cash bonuses to officers...
based on body count.
Sometimes, I think you don't believe...
in the righteousness of our mighty Corporation, Sergeant.
They don't pay me to believe, sir.
Absolutely right.
They pay you to fuck shit up.
Down!
Right, ladies... this is it, let's get to it.
Up you get! Up you get!
Step to it, boys.
Now!
Come on, ladies. I want you to show those Cogs your war face.
Come on, lads, step to it.
Lock and load.
Come on, Chita.
Easy, lads, wait for it.
Easy.
Let them have it, lads.
Incoming!
Gas!
Masks on now! Come on!
Fuck!
For a second, I thought you were going to shoot me.
For a second I was. If I don't make it out of here, you look after the girls.
Can't I just buy you a drink?
I can't get through to Betty and Marilyn's fucked.
Take Mary Jane and link up with Slick Nancy. Go!
You keep that fucking bonnet on, soldier!
Our soldiers didn't do this.
Fuck, they're in pieces.
Motherfuckers.
Jesus, God Almighty, Christ!
Murderer!
Put down your weapons!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
Has war driven you mad?
My men didn't do this.
So, you accuse me? - Yeah.
What was that?
What is that?
Get down!
Come on, get the fuck out of here!
Need back-up. 1047, I repeat, 1047...
I'm out!
Motherfuckers! My leg!
Oh, shit my fucking leg!
Nate! Nate!
I'm right behind you!
Nate!
Come on, then!
See ya!
Come on, then.
Come on! Nate!
Ammo's out! Come on.
You're not going back! - Nate!
Had enough?
Come on, you fucking beauties.
Come on, now, let's have ya!
Where's everybody else?
There's nobody else!
Let's go!
Nate? Nate!
Go!
Before the first dawn, there was a battle in Heaven.
The Enemy was cast out and fell to Earth...
an evil star...
broken in body but not in pride...
consumed by envy and hate...
it conspired to remake man in its own image.
And thus the enemy created a machine.
A machine that stripped the souls from the dead and dying...
and replaced them with its own dark essence...
Neachdainn, founder of our Order...
assembled the ancient tribes of man.
Together, they defeated the enemy...
and sealed his machine beneath the Earth.
The war has broken the Great Seal and awoken the Machine.
Released from their prison the mutants dragged every body...
to the pit where the Great Seal once lay...
and deep beneath the ground...
the gears of the Machine began to turn again.
Changing the dead and the dying.
Mutating them into the enemies of Man.
Even the power of the four Corporations couldn't stop them.
The Chronicles promised us that one would rise...
and follow the path of Neachdainn, down into hell itself...
and deliver Mankind from oblivion.
I travelled to see the Corporations...
to plead with them to fulfil the Prophecy...
and defeat the enemy of Man.
How much time do we have?
Days. Less, maybe.
Begin the evacuation.
Evacuation?
Move the key personnel to off world colonies...
and then we can reassess our situation.
Am I to understand that you would abandon the Earth?
Yes, Brother. You understand well.
We are finished here.
And even with all your ships...
how many millions do you think you'll leave behind?
And do you think that the Enemy will stop at this world? They won't.
They'll follow you.
They will follow you no matter where you run.
There is still hope!
What hope? - Fulfil the Chronicles!
Give me 20 soldiers and a ship!
And what can these twenty do that our armies could not?
They can go where an army cannot.
They can go down into the earth. They can destroy the Machine.
I know what you must be thinking. You men of science, of commerce.
But I am a man of faith.
And I am asking you...
I am begging you...
Have faith.
Not in me. Not even in this.
But faith in Man...
Faith that the ones you would leave behind deserve a chance.
Where are we going? - Come on. Hold on to the ticket.
Run!
Hurry!
Come on.
Leave it! Run!
That's ours.
There it is. Come on.
Good boy, come on.
Evacuation passes?
But I had two tickets.
I have it here, wait.
Take the child and leave her. - Put me down!
Mum! - Get off me!
No!
Mum! - No!
No!
Who could imagine we should see days like these?
You should have gone, Brother.
The barricades are crumbling... they'll be here soon.
When do you leave?
The absence of gravity interferes with my digestion, so...
I shall stay.
Perhaps Man can make a fresh start on the New Worlds.
But they won't need this old serpent around...
making the same mistakes.
Where will you go?
I shall return to my brothers and sisters.
How will you get there? The city is under siege on all sides.
It shall be as God wills.
"As God wills"...
yes, perhaps it will be.
I have a ship. It won't hold twenty.
You'll have to make do with less.
Take these.
And what are they? - Off world tickets.
They should help you recruit some men for your mission.
Why are you doing this?
Many men think they are going to die, Brother. A few of us know it.
And the closer I get to my end...
I find hope is the only investment worthy of my attention.
Sir! The perimeter's fallen!
They're hard upon us! Your ship's ready.
I'm staying, but Brother Samuel will be travelling with you.
Take him where he'd like to go.
Brother Samuel, we have very little time.
God bless you, Constantine.
I sincerely hope so, Brother.
Brother Samuel?
Are... are you the One? Will you Deliver us?
Pray God that I am.
Do you even have a name?
Mitch. - Addy.
Nathan's not here.
Yeah, I know I...
Please, come in.
I'll make some tea.
Gosh, you've changed.
How long has it been? Feels like forever.
You remember, Grace? - Yes, Ma'am.
She's ten now... ten years old...
which means, almost five years... gosh, has it been that long?
Here's your tea.
Nobody told you?
No, they won't tell me anything.
On behalf of the Exec...
Hold it.
"On behalf of the Executive Vice President of Personnel...
I've been authorized to inform you that, Captain Nathan William Rooker...
has been declared missing in...
missing in action."
I have these dreams. I could see him.
They're hurting him. He's still alive.
I know he's still alive.
Listen, if you think like that, you'll drive yourself crazy.
You've got Grace to think about.
And they expect us just to wait here and die.
I just don't know what I'm going to tell my little girl.
Leave it.
Sergeant Hunter?
A soldier in your platoon suggested me your name, Jesus Barrera.
El Jesus.
I need soldiers for a mission.
A mission to destroy the enemy.
What enemy is that?
The Enemy of Man.
I don't expect that any of us will survive, but it's a chance...
a chance to save mankind, a chance to save the world.
Maybe the last chance.
Well, fuck mankind. Fuck the world.
Fuck you.
Corporal Barrera told me you would say that.
He also said... how did he put it?
That you needed a 'get out of hell, free' card.
Well... these won't get you out of hell.
But they may put you on the right road.
If I don't make it out of here, can you look after the girls?
Here, put your hat on.
The tickets were life.
Everyone wanted one, but who would take such an offer?
Jesus Barrera.
He wouldn't go unless I promised his mother...
it meant he would go to heaven.
I did. God forgive me.
John MacGuire. The only soldier who refused the tickets.
The sort of a man we should be saving not sacrificing.
Valerie Duval. A single mother with sixty-one kills...
so young.
Juba Kim Wu.
When I told him that none of us would be coming back, he smiled.
Maximillian Von Steiner. An officer and an aristocrat.
A leader, but would he follow?
The Chronicles foretell of the release of the enemy...
the ruin of the world, the final days of our age.
But, they also prophecy the survival of Man...
that Neachdainn the Deliverer...
shall walk reborn among us...
and deliver us from destruction.
It is in the service of that prophecy...
that we are now irrevocably bound.
Brother?
How's the leg? - It's good.
Six weeks ago, in artillery exchange between Bauhaus and Capitol...
That's your friend.
In the ruins of the Imperial City of Canaan...
there's an old cathedral. It's catacombs open onto a network...
of subterranean tunnels...
you will travel along these tunnels, find the machine and blow it up.
Is that all? We just blow it up?
We have a device.
A device?
From the first Brotherhood battle with the mutants...
ripped from the Machine before the Great Seal was laid.
So, it's a bomb?
We don't know, but we think it is.
You think so?
Our information comes from ancient schematics, Lieutenant.
Not an instruction manual.
The device is as ancient as Neachdainn itself.
The Chronicles show it placed in the centre of the Machine.
It's covered in symbols which we think are warnings.
How safe is it to transport? - Does it matter, MacGuire?
You can call me Captain, Steiner, and yes.
Bombs don't get stable when they get old.
It's a two stage device.
You carry the trigger separately.
Without it, the bomb's just dead weight.
What type of trigger? - Mechanical.
Place it in the device and turn it with a key...
which we don't have.
You'll have to find it. - Are you kidding me with this guy?
It looks like this and it should be in the Machine.
And if we can't find it?
Then the mission will fail...
and every man, woman and child on this planet will die.
Why don't we throw it down that big, fucking hole?
The Machine is 10,000 years old.
It has survived earthquakes...
pressure changes, plate tectonics.
Then why the fuck the bomb?
Because, Corporal, one of us will place the bomb inside the machine.
The Deliverer? - That's right.
What pendejo drew that short hair?
I did.
That's a very handy book, but we'll be doing some killing on our way down.
Does your Chronicle offer any suggestions there?
I can.
Courtesy of the Bauhaus Corporation.
Keep to the near wall.
As you can see, individual bullets are largely useless.
Mutants don't feel pain...
or go into shock.
How can it move at all?
We believe there's changes to the mitochondria...
which boost myofascial release.
Cut a chicken's head off and watch it dance.
How did you capture this thing?
Our scientists requested a subject for tests.
So, we went out with shock sticks and nets...
the sticks were useless and those blades tore our nets like paper.
We finally pinned this one under a tank.
How many men did you lose? - I didn't count.
What's the fastest way to kill it?
Catastrophic tissue damage, automatic small arms fire...
usually a clip or more explosives.
What about Willy-Petes? - White phosphorous?
And swords.
Help me...
There's somebody alive in there.
You'll not receive the Sacrament?
I'm not hungry.
That man?
He died.
Did he say anything?
He asked for forgiveness.
Do you think inside every one of those things...
I don't know. We can only pray that God is Merciful.
No days like that.
Brother Samuel? - Captain?
This is a list of supplies.
We'll need them as soon as possible.
This is a House of God.
And we're going to die doing his work.
For one thing, there is no alcohol here.
You telling me, God don't drink?
That's for Communion. - This is communion.
One last Mass, one last Communion.
Severian, Guardian of the Chronicles...
prepares to dress for battle.
Bound by silence...
she cannot voice the pain she feels...
for leaving the only home she has ever known.
And now, I must succeed where Man had failed.
God help me...
God help us all.
Amen.
It's time.
Juba Kim Wu.
Maximillian Von Steiner.
Valerie Chinois Duval.
John Patrick MacGuire.
Jesus Alexandro Dominguin de Barrera.
What?
John Mitchell Hunter.
Didn't know there were any left.
Ever used one of these?
On the bat a few times.
Engine one hot.
Engine two hot.
Engine three rising.
Engine four rising.
Stokers, engine two hot.
Boiler one, red line.
Boiler two red line. Ready for launch.
Sound all clear.
You fought with Capitol's 101 in Africa, under Bishop.
That's right.
I was on the other side. Imperial Eights.
I know.
I'm glad to be fighting beside you on this one.
Huh?
I'm glad to be on the same side.
What?
Power up one and two. - One and two.
Power up three and four.
What?
Your fish.
Kills. Every one of them.
You're the shark.
Death is the shark. I'm just a guy with a gun.
Multiple contacts at 0-0-4 and 0-1-5.
Escaping transport. They're getting the hell out of here.
There goes all the money.
Looks like we got on the wrong, fucking shuttle.
You were born on the wrong, fucking shuttle.
What crawled up your ass and died?
Your Mother.
No, my mother's too fat.
But my sister could, she's as thin as a fucking weasel!
So, who got them? - What?
Your tickets. - Why do you want to know?
Suicide mission.
We're supposed to die together, that's an intimate thing.
You make it sound like we're going to fuck.
You can fuck a lot of people, you only die once.
It's fucked up.
What about you? - What about me?
Your tickets.
Stand behind the line.
Just, just looking.
Look all you want.
Get in my way while I'm flying this...
we're gonna have some problems.
Shit!
So... where we at? - Close. Crossing the Median.
Start our descent into Imperial Sector.
Imperial's bad.
It's bad all over this world, no matter where you go.
After we drop, you're what? Off to Mars? Luna?
I already used too much fuel to make orbit...
much less break it.
So you're fucked like the rest of us.
Man does everything for a reason, even if he doesn't know it...
or else, what is he? Just like one of those things out there.
Just another demon.
Who got yours? - I have two children.
You look a little young. - I started young.
What are their names? - Jack's seven, Constance is five.
Getting on the ship, you'd think they were going on a ride...
they were so excited.
End of the world.
There's this girl, I don't know her name.
She works at The Pearl, across from the barracks.
She's got this walk, pure beauty, eyes you could drown in.
You gave your ticket to a woman and you didn't even fuck her?
I said I didn't know her name.
So, you fucked her then.
Another contact at 3-4-3. This one's closing.
Give them a heads up.
Strap in. I'm about to put this baby through some paces.
Attention! Transport HMS Tango-6...
you are encroaching on a military vessel.
Come around till you're heading 0- 3-8, let's take this 0-3-8.
0- three-eight, copy? No response.
Plumbers flying planes.
Changing course to 2-8-5.
Two-eight-five, aye!
Diving to 50,000 feet...
Fifty-angels, aye!
What the fuck's going on?
That ought to do it.
They've changed direction. They're on an intercept course.
Take your station.
That's a civilian ship. - Take your station, soldier.
Somebody tell me, what's going on?
HMS Tango-6, you must break off.
Hold on!
They're coming straight at us, Captain.
HMS Tango-6, break off or you will be fired upon.
Repeat, you will be fired upon.
You must break off now!
Fire!
They're going to ram us...
Fire!
Captain, I've lost them.
Get to the escape pod!
Come on, let's get in the pod. Go!
Let's go, let's go.
Get in the pod.
Go, quick!
Let's go, let's go.
The bomb!
Where's the bomb?
Come on, come on!
Give me that damn thing. Come on!
Let's get out of here!
Pull the fucking chute! - It's not releasing.
What are you doing?
Manual release on the outside.
You'll be killed.
Here we go...
Come on!
Pull the fucking chute! Do it! Pull it.
What's going on?
We're still falling.
We're too heavy. - We lost the chute.
Goddam it!
Is there a back-up?
Hit the back-up!
No! - Fuck, no! Yes, motherfucker.
Pop it now, we'll shred it like the first!
Open low, it'll slow us down before we hit.
Before the silk rips apart. - He's right.
What did he say? - I've got not idea.
Juba's right. - Hit the goddam backup.
We've only got one chute left.
We rip that one, we're dead.
When we're lower, we'll pop it.
Hit the god dam chute. - 1500.
You better be right about this, Juba.
You sure you know what you're talking about?
You better be right about this, you son of a bitch.
244... 152...
Ready? - Any time!
Any time now.
Open! Open now!
Now! - Pull the goddam chute!
There you go...
Come on, give me that.
The Captain's fucked.
We'll cut you loose.
It hit the artery.
If you pull it out, I'm gone.
Amen. - Amen.
Sergeant Hunter.
May I ask the borrow of a grenade, please?
Thank you.
Good luck, Sergeant.
White phosphorous?
Conchita here, she's a real spitfire.
Just make sure you're not near me when your gun blows up.
Where are we? - Off by 4 leagues north-southwest.
Gotta pass through the city like the old monk said.
Let's go.
Check your targets.
Two...
Need a hand with that, boss?
Be quiet.
Refugees. Where the hell are they going?
Hunter?
The current bid stands at two gold watches...
a diamond necklace, and 10,000 gold talents!
Get out of here, go on. Clear off, then.
Going once, going twice... - I said, get back!
Sold! To the skeleton in the monkey suit.
One ticket, not two!
I bought it! - And she'll show her gratitude...
cleaning my crap from here to Mars.
Unless you want to buy another ticket?
That's all my money!
Then fuck off!
Do you know who I am?
That's who you are.
Ass, stash or cash! Nobody rides free!
I want everybody on in ten minutes.
We need to cut through there.
I want diamonds.
Good place for an ambush. - Can't be too many mutes.
There's too much easy meat.
All the more reason for them to come.
I don't care whose... open it.
Come on, show us your money. It's your life I'm talking about.
Give me that... ah, fuck off.
Let it go, Hunter.
We go through the square.
We don't have time for this. - Make time.
The next one begins in 5.000 talents.
Save yourselves. Get your money out, come on!
Any advance on 6,000?
Come on, we haven't got all day.
Price stands at 7,000 talents...
three bottles of very old Scottish whiskey...
Get out of it.
Let them on.
Are you making a bid?
First you take the kids and then the women...
and then you take the men if there's any room left.
Hey, Soldier-Boy. The ship can only carry so much weight.
Yeah? What do you weigh?
275kg? - 310kg.
310, that's two women and two kids. Come on. Let's go.
What do you weigh? - Very little.
Dump the luggage. Take them all.
It's top.
Church, it's not too far. It's just in the middle of the old city.
You figure out where we're going yet?
Straight on.
Listen you endanger the mission again, I shoot you myself.
Why wait?
Christ!
What sort of church is this?
How do you lose a city?
The catacombs lead down to the Lost City.
There must be thousands.
Each New Age builds upon the bones of the old.
How many times have they come before?
They didn't do this, we did this.
We've always excelled at killing one another.
They would challenge our supremacy...
as the architects of our own end.
Halt!
Brother? - Yes?
The Lost City.
That skyscraper, we need to go down, deep into it.
The City of the Ancients, buried 500 years ago...
in the Black Winter.
Holy shit! - We're being watched.
What are they?
I have no idea.
What's it say?
"Abandon all hope."
Motherfuckers.
No shit.
Jesus, that's deep.
Someone's going to have to stay up here.
We don't want them coming down on top of us.
I got it.
You watch your ass out there, compaГ±ero.
It don't look that safe.
Got to pay for those tickets sooner or later.
Take care of yourself, Juba.
Sixty storeys. We'll go first and let the others find the way.
Yeah, what do you say?
Brother, alright.
This is the brake. It controls how fast you go down, okay?
You lift it up and let yourself down.
Punch it in, you stop.
That's it. Just take it easy. - And this?
That's the quick release. Don't touch that.
You alright?
Let's go.
20.
How fucking deep is this thing?
It's getting hot down here. - 40
Samuel? - 55.
How far?
Stop! - 60
We're running out of rope here. - We've gone too far.
It's dark, God, it's dark.
Something's not right.
It can't be. - Got anything in that dammed book?
What have I missed?
We got people coming down.
Don't fall behind, Steiner. It's a long way down.
Yeah, all the way to hell.
Weird sounds down here, pal.
It has to be here. 55, 60 floors down...
there should be a ledge. It says so right here.
It has to be here.
Don't let me fall. - I'm trying.
You are a lucky son of a bitch.
God provides, Sergeant.
God provides.
Close the gate.
Hold up! Hold up!
Coming down.
We got an ugly.
We're bottled up in here. - Wait! Use this.
Grenade!
- Grenade!
Don't drop that match!
Go, go, go!
Any last words? - Shut the fuck up!
Are you well?
Reload!
Down!
Anybody hurt?
Hey... shit!
Let's go... let's go.
Dead end.
Anyone got a deck of cards? - MacGuire.
Figures.
Thanks.
They use tunnels to drag bodies to the machine.
It takes days, weeks even.
You got a lot of faith in that book.
You're wasting your time, Steiner.
I will not let a handful of rocks stop us.
It's a lot more than a handful. - You find any inspiration?
It's a very good book, but in the end, even this book, is just a book.
Well...
And I take my Faith from something Greater.
Well, I haven't seen much to have faith in.
You have seen the worst that Man can do.
But you've not seen the worst the Enemy can do.
So, who got your tickets? - What?
Your tickets?
What does it matter? - It matters to me.
Who cares?
I'm sorry.
Everything that is, comes from God.
Everything is from God, and of God.
The Enemy came from the outside.
And as God is Life, the Enemy is Unlife.
It is the end of every living thing...
everywhere...
and for all time.
And so, I have Faith that we will triumph.
Because the alternative is too terrible to contemplate.
What if you don't believe in God?
If you did not believe in God, you would not be here.
Are you guys gonna help?
Maybe you haven't noticed, but your mission is kind of fucked.
You should have a little faith.
Give me a hand.
Something's down there.
Hold up!
Poor bastards! Looks like they've been down there for weeks.
We mustn't linger here.
Where the hell are they taking them?
Hunter? What is he doing?
Is that...? - Sergeant?
Jesus. - Top?
That's Nathan.
Fuck!
Come on, let's go.
It's just one man.
I know that man.
We have a mission.
Vaya con Dios.
Let's go!
Nate! - Mitch?
They got you as well.
Don't talk. I'm getting you out of here, pal.
Where are my girls? - They're safe.
They're halfway to Mars by now.
Ready?
We're almost there, keep going.
What's that?
What the fuck are you doing?
I've got to find another way out of here.
I'm going to make you a sling... get you out of this hole.
Mars, eh? - Yeah... Mars.
How do you explain that one? - I did a deal for a guy...
Yeah, you know. Save the world kind of thing.
How's it going?
Jesus!
Listen to me. Listen.
Finish your mission.
I can't leave you here.
I'm not asking you to.
Tell Adelaide, and Gracie...
Tell them, tell them...
Tell them. - Right.
No. - Right.
You remember that...
Help!
The bag. We can't lose the bomb.
Take it! Take it!
Give me your hand!
We must go on.
We have to go on! - We're still human, Samuel.
Thank you. - It's an honour.
Fuck you!
Oh, come on, give me a sign.
Come on, fucker!
No!
Severian!
El Jesus.
Hunter!
When's the last time you spoke?
I can't remember.
I couldn't save him.
They dragged them all the way to the Machine.
What are you doing? - We need this damn book.
It is not permitted.
They took everything.
He kept looking at this damn stuff. What's it say?
I don't know. - Read it!
I can't. - Come here!
Look, read.
I can't read.
You can't...
How can you believe in a book if you can't even read it?
I don't need to read it to believe that it's true.
That's the nature of Faith. - Fantastic!
What do you believe in?
I'm not paid to believe. I'm paid to fuck shit up.
Are you coming?
Help me, please!
Help me!
Help me, please!
Shit! Duval and Steiner.
Are you guys still alive?
Can you still hold a gun?
Only with my right.
How about a rope?
Just say when.
God damn it!
I think they're coming through. That tunnel's not going to hold.
These rocks are not going to hold them away much longer.
Can't you go any faster?
Steiner? Steiner!
Jesus... no!
Hunter?
Are you one of them?
Get that pig-sticker out of my face.
Are you?
What do you think? Give me that bomb!
Give me the fucking bomb!
Shit! Here come those motherfuckers.
Anytime!
Put the detonator in the hole.
You've got to be shitting. - Put it in the hole!
Which hole? - Any hole!
This one...
Piece of shit... it doesn't fit!
There?
It's not working. - What?
Give me the pages from the book!
What are you doing? - I'm working on it.
I lost my sword.
Here.
Samuel?
Legion.
Severian, no! That's not Samuel.
Duval, no!
Kill him.
You are Samuel. It's alright.
That's for Nathan.
That's for El Jesus.
And this is for Samuel.
Jump!
Have Faith.
And so it ended...
I failed, he did not.
Apostate, unbeliever.
Saviour.