The Year of the Cannibals (I cannibali)

Get back.

Looks like he's asleep.

- He's dead, he's dead. - No, he's alive.

Go on, touch him.

Leave him alone. Let's leave.

Go on, touch him.

- You touch him. - No, leave him alone, get back.

- I said touch him. - Let's leave.

- Let him do it. - Come on.

Go on, touch him.

"Tiresia: You see us but in doing so you don't see the abyss you've fallen into."

"Call me cannibal, I won't die"

"Savage cannibal, I won't die."

"Crazy cannibal, I won't die."

"Pagan cannibal, I won't die."

"I'm as happy and wild and free."

"As a man was once meant to be."

“I won't die I won't die.

Sorry.

Could you move up?

Come and sit over here.

Get up. Make some more space.

Don't touch him. Sit here.

Come on. Listen to me.

Will you leave him alone.

They're all looking at us. Please.

- Let me through. - Come on.

I have to get off.

I don't leave my brother on the street like these people.

- He's my bother too. - You don't say?

What's the point of risking your life? Will explain this to me?

- Someone ends up badly and that's it. - I'm not bothered.

That's your business.

- Is my boyfriend in? - Yes, lady.

- How's the water? - Not bad.

Listen...

Did you change your mind?

Let's not talk about it.

You have to help me.

- I already said no. - I can't do it alone.

It's not that I don't want to help you.

It's because he's not your brother, right?

Look, that's got nothing to do with it...

lt's just that I can control my emotions better than you.

Please.

I'm begging you. Help me.

No, sorry, I'll never help you do something I think is wrong...

Besides, your brother knew what he was going up against.

I understand. I'll go alone.

Where are you going? Wait.

Did you find Nicole at least?

He's in front of a bar, everyone passes it...

- I want get him away from there quickly. - With all the police around?

Yes.

You'll end up on the street too, like your brother.

Don't worry about it.

Think about it for a moment.

Your brother is clear, right? What difference does it make...

...if his bodies here, there, or someplace else?

He's dead. You know how the law works.

Sure I do, but you haven't understood anything.

Wait.

I'll talk to my father...

And I'll try to get some special permit, is that okay?

Yes. A stamped revenue paper.

A coffee, please.

- Have you seen that guy outside? - What?

The one near the door. He's my brother.

Listen, there aren't any police around now...

- We can hide him in the back. - No, please leave.

I'll come back with a car. I'll take him away.

You'd better leave.

Stupid idiot.

"The population has realised that the rebel's corpses..."

"...should be left on the streets and disposed of by the authorities."

"Those responsible for order have given assurances..."

"...that it won't happen again."

Everything okay?

- Sit down. - No.

- You knew we had guests. - Don't worry about me...

No one's worried about you.

Hurry up and come and eat.

"Many people are preparing for the exodus at the end of the week..."

- Where you're going? - Out, I'm in a hurry.

No, wait. Your sister told us everything.

- So what? - You can't do things your way.

Remember, this is my house. - Okay, I'll leave...

- Keep your house. - Don't count on my help this time.

Look, I won't help you either.

I can't risk my uniform, can I?

"The initiatives taken by the government have proved efficient..."

"And they find general consensus with public opinion."

"Law and order are founded on the collaboration..."

"...of all the forces of democracy."

"On the efficiency of defense, the magnificence of civil values..."

"On the coexistence..."

I don't understand.

What do you want?

What language is he speaking?

I believe he wants fish.

On my way.

Where are you going? You haven't paid.

Leave him.

Here. I'll pay for everything.

They went off in that direction. A blonde woman...

- Where's Antigone? - She didn't come.

There's the tournament? What happened?

- She just slammed the door and ran off. - To bury her brother...

- Who knows where? - Are you sure?

- That was her intention. - Where did she take him?

I don't know anything. I thought you knew.

If you ask me she's a bit crazy.

I'll see you later.

- Does this seem like the right place? - There's no one here.

- Please stop. - Would you prefer it if I raped you?

- It's just that I can't. -Why can't you?

- Because of the uniform. - You can take it off.

- I voted. - Vote?

Yes, a military vote. Two clays ago.

- What does that have to do with it? - Do you want me to have a career or not?

Yes, sir...

We'll all become generals.

What are you doing?

Put him back where he was.

Is that understood? Put him back.

Call the police.

Good morning.

Lower yourselves.

Lower yourselves.

Antigone when she was four, wasn't she cute?

A lovely girl.

This was her First communion. This is the priest, my uncle...

A colonel. This is my son.

- Nice kid, don't you think? - Where is he now?

He was very unlucky.

Here's another photo of my daughter at the seaside...

- See how tanned she is? - May I take some of them?

Sure, why not? Wait there are better ones.

What about this one? She was a dream in that dress.

- Would you like some ice? - No, thanks.

- What time did she leave? - She left without eating.

Just think, we also had guests for breakfast.

Do you have any idea where she went?

No, I can give you her Friends addresses if you like.

She must explain to her Father when she comes back this time.

Don't worry. You'll see.

We'll find your daughter within 24 hours, I assure you.

I hope you teach her some good manners, she must apologise...

She disappeared without saying a kind word to anyone.

He was spotted in a bar.

They also say there was a woman with him.

- What's the point of this drawing? - I don't know...

Even base is struggling to understand it.

- Did they catch them in the end? - Who knows?

'Death to those whose turn it is'

Did you see two people dressed as priests go past?

- They just went in. - Couldn't you have stopped them?

Watch out, listen to me. They're castrating you.

In the name of the father, the son, get a move on...

In the name of the father, the son, do something quickly...

Watch out, listen to me. You still have time.

Listen to me, they're castrating you.

Where did they go? I saw two soldiers coming out of here...

It's the second time you let them get away, left or right?

- That way. - Quick.

- Why did you do it? - It was natural.

Where have you hidden him? We're listening.

In the sea.

You're messing us around. What is his name?

Where did he come from? Where did he run off to?

- Are there others? - Where did you hide the stolen corpses?

Talk.

In the earth.

You're a beautiful slut. The names.

- The fish. - What does that mean?

- Who's paying you? - Who was with you?

Give us names.

The same old fish.

- You like playing the victim. - You're an idiot.

Just a poor idiot.

Come here.

The names. Talk!

The names.

This is the man...

Some of our colleagues in television captured him...

...quicker than the police.

Because, in situations like this...

Competition between the forces of power becomes particularly important.

The man speaks an unknown language. A musical language...

That is difficult to listen to.

In fact, the man rarely speaks. He doesn't reply to questions.

As you can see, he's eccentric, strange, insufferable.

The man refuses to engage in dialogue with any of us.

But, either way, we wouldn't understand him.

We still don't know how cultured he is.

Perhaps the psychologists we have asked to debate the matter...

Will know how to break his wall of silence.

We hazard this hypothesis...

He seems like a type of 'Mowgli'. Rudyard Kipling's hero...

The legendary child who was raised by animals in the jungle.