Cold Skin Page #4
- Year:
- 2017
- 108 min
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When we planned the story..
When lay me down.
Look at us. We cannot survive
another assault like that.
We're running out of supplies..
Running out of ammunition,
running out of will.
Where you going?
Hey! what is it?
There's a boat.
No!
Gruner knows how to defend himself.
Gruner rules the world.
Gruner wants what he has
and has, only what he wants.
Ungrateful little..
- Get outa my way boy.
- Please Gruner.
No more people.
I see what you are.
A sad pathetic failure
of a misanthrope.
You're too afraid
to let your friends leave!
Too afraid to kill your enemies.
Afraid of having
no one left to hate.
arguing
F*** you ...
Look.
Look.
What has he done to you this time?
You call this..
A boat.
You see?
What?
I found a rowboat.
I know of it.
Sorry, what?
Why didn't you say so?
Wouldn't do you no good. I'm sure
you'll make it off my island,
and you'll be taken by hypothermia,
starvation, storm.
Most likely end up as toadfood,
but hey, who am I to deny you
the right to choose how you die?
- Where'd it come from?
- Along with some Portuguese.
- Shipwreck?
- Tremendous storm.
Came to grief in the night.
And I'm sure you did everything
you could to save them.
I did what I could.
Those who made it to shore, were set
upon trying to reach the lighthouse.
Nothing left of them by the morning.
Dragged back out to the depths.
What were they doing so far
from commercial routes?
Was an illegal ship.
Dynamite smugglers.
Found some crates,
washed up ashore.
No good though, all waterlogged.
- You want to dive that ship.
- We recover the dynamite.
Repair the rowboat, head out
in the morning at low tide
when it's safest.
You're an idiot.
What is it 'bout blowing up
a thousand toads you don't like?
Suicide mission, I'm not
going down in that water.
Scared?
I'll do it.
- All I require from you
is to pump my air.
- Won't work.
I'm talking about toad extermination.
No.
I changed my mind.
Remember, one tug on the rope,
everything's fine.
Two, load is secured.
Three..
Three ...
The second line is too close
to the lighthouse.
At this distance, the toads
will be packed in nice and tight,
like a can of sardines.
We'll end up perched
The austral summer is fading timidly,
but with grandeur.
Now we are inexorably heading
toward the winter,
or rather the darkness.
Time is a relative idea.
Drops suspended from a spider web
for centuries, before it falls.
Sometimes, however,
a week, passes in the blink
of an eye.
Come inside.
Three weeks. Three weeks
and nuthin'.
- We can't eat that garbage.
- Gruner!
She told them!
You told your friends, huh?
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