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[Crackling Sound]
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[Soft song on synthesizer]
[Saturated Sound]
[Dismal atmosphere]
Dear watcher,
I have to be honest with you.
This experience you are about to live
is a true satanic chaos.
An evil oddity.
Beware.
My name is Dario, I am 27, and I must confess that my dark and gloomy conscience,
prematurely wounded by alcohol, led me right into the depths of Hell.
For long, I have sought an angel that could free me.
But in vain.
Fate set upon me
until my being collapsed for good.
I am not dead, and quite far from it.
On the contrary, I feel just great.
I'm slipping away, I'm travelling, I'm slowly coming back to life.
What you are observing right now
are the dim and hypnotic lights I absorb with ecstasy
when my blood alcohol level has reached its maximum.
I am a lonely wandering soul
offering you the possibility of judging me at your discretion through the debacle of my negligible intellectual existence.
[Dismal atmosphere]
"Being twenty years old or almost when the world shows its true nature, is quite an unforgettable drunkenness.
Just like a volcano.
Despite being aware of the lava boiling under our feet, we are kept captivated by the sight of its unpredictable eruption.
Even if it only leads to desolation, pain and misery"
[Electronic Song]
[Screams and disturbing sound]
[Dark atmosphere, slow heartbeat and distant piano melody]
Where am I ?
...Where am I ?
Who am I ?
I haven't done anything.
I didn't hurt anyone. I'm only here, with you, with me...
With myself. I am here.
Oh my head...Ouch !
My head feels super heavy.
I need to puke...
Oh fuck, this is a nightmare...
I am still completely drunk...
I feel like I'm about to go even number than usual...
I'm gonna, I don't know... I'm gonna leave this planet...
No I'm not even going to fly off.
I'm gonna crash down to the seventh.. to the seventh circle of Hell.
Oh and this light...
What the fuck have they done ?
Fuck.. Mazzio, Ramirez
What have they done ? What have we done yesterday ?
I don't remember a thing...
This is... incredible.
Why is there a helmet ?
Why is this moron wearing a helmet ?
This is..
...a fucking nightmare I'm living right now !
It feels like I'm about to lose my mind, to collapse,
like I'm out of my body, like I'm caught in a sort of infernal vortex, fuck !
No one can help me, I feel like I'm...
I don't understand anything...
I am lost.
What the hell is this movie ?
My head is a fucking mess.
It's unspeakable...it's indescribable...
My mind is so tormented !
This is a nightmare.
Fuck... Ramirez, the pianist.
A pianist brother.
Two unlike brothers !
And in this mayhem I can't tell who I am...
Oh damn !
I'm gonna fall.
I'm completely drunk, I'm totally wasted,
I'm not at all in my right mind.
I'm not even... not even hungover...
What the fuck have we done yesterday ?
I don't remember a thing, zero, nothing, I don't know what the fuck we've done...
Ouch !
I must grab a drink.
Fortunately.. I know the place.
The family's place, I haven't forgotten...
The family mansion...
If only I knew what we have done...
I'm losing it...
There is milk, what's that ?
A fucking beer...
One last beer...
A fucking open beer...
Uncapped...
Maybe I'm the one who opened it yesterday, I can't tell...
What a nightmare !
I want to kill myself, I want to disappear, to die...
I want to... leave this infernal cerebral mess.
I want it to stop ! I want it to stop messing with my head, that's...
Fuck, it feels like I've been put in a sort of microwave and...
like all the cables and wires of the whole world are in it too...
everything's been plugged in, my brain's been taken out and all these wires have replaced it, I'm exploding ! I don't know anymore. Just crap !
I need to calm down.
I need to breathe.
I should listen to Ramirez's music.
Fuck at least this guy knows what he wants in life.
He wants to play... He wants to make music.
Me... I don't know what I want...
Anyways, for now, I'd just like to try remembering
...what the fuck we did yesterday.
And overall I'd like it to be over... I'd like it to end because my head...
I'm gonna die, I can feel I'm gonna die.
It just doesn't work properly.
It feels like I'm not living what I'm living, it feels like I'm in a sort of...
infernal... tunnel.
I don't know...I hear sounds, I don't feel good...
Maybe, I've been drugged, I don't know.
I despise drugs, I hate drugs !
I'm between sleep and reality, between dreams.. and this alcohol, it finished me yesterday
...until now.
Anyways, his music is pretty comforting, relaxing.
I kinda fell like... I'm breathing and setting aside my state of clumsiness and... drunkenness more than anything.
It's coming back.
It slowly takes over...
It's horrible !
I don't know...I'm ouf of strength.
I don't know, I don't know anymore, I'm surviving whatever's happening to me.
I don't understand anything anymore.
And Mazzio is... hammered too !
What the fuck did we do last night ? Brothers ! What have we done ?
Oh Ramirez, this guy is cool !
Fuck this guy has some self-control, he knows when to drink and he knows when to stop.
For my part, I don't control shit.
My mind is flying away, falling into pieces, I'm going crazy.
I'm loosing it, I'm totally cracking up, I don't know what's happening to me, I'm completely lost, I'm going insane, going crazy.
I'm not crazy, I'm not an alcoholic but still...
Fuck I've never felt anything like this before !
It feels like I don't know anymore what a brain is, how to move my limbs, my head...
It feels like I'm hearing things I'm not supposed to hear. I don't understand what's going on...
Fuck, this film !
This film ! What the fuck is that ?
This film is fucked up ! Why are we watching this ?
Completely crazy, I'm completely paranoiac ! I've completely lose it !
Maybe I'm traumatized by booze !
I don't get a word they're telling me ! Nothing, they're not telling me anything...
But this film, this fucking film...
I don't understand this film.
Why are we watching this film ?
What's going on with us ? Why is this playing ? If only I knew...
I fucked up with her and that's it..she dumped me, I know.
Alone in this fucking house with these... brothers. I don't know what to think anymore.
After all, I did like her, Bianca. She was the woman of my dreams !
I'm hallucinating, she can't be there ! She just might be the woman of my life !
Fuck all this !
I feel like I'm a skeleton.
A bottomless box, with no opening on the world.
I'll soon let myself go to...
Whatever !
Oh my head !
It echoes !
Wasted !
Everybody is wasted.
Ramirez couldn't play the piano like that if he wasn't wasted. He must be dead. Where does this energy come from ?
I must get my shit together.
Oh this light, I'm to weak to do anything, beside wandering in this fucking house with no goal.
I got the strength to wander !
This film, incredible !
Strange !
I wish I'd been a director. Making movies would have boosted me.
Write a little something, shoot it...
I would have been cool.
Maybe they would have been proud...
How cool !
What an incredible pride it is to have an artist as a brother !
But that's not the case, I'm not a director, I'm not an artist, I'm just trying to manage... to do my best... with what I got.
It is not so easy...What's this machine ?
I don't get it, it must belong to Ramirez...or to someone who was here yesterday...
I can't remember who was there...
Bianca wasn't there, for sure... she dumped me.
Her pretty angel face..
And me drinking...
What a fool !
I'm a life without a soul, a soul without a life.
I'm an infernal ghost.
I'm Death incarnate.
I might be dead. This might be Death.
This might be failure. This might not even be real, I might be hallucinating. I might have gone completely insane, paranoiac. I might be completely normal.
This might simply be my life. Maybe I'm just dreaming, maybe I'm sleeping... I don't know.
Maybe I'm sleeping but not dreaming. Maybe I'm dreaming and sleeping. I don't know... maybe I'm dreaming that I'm sleeping...
or maybe I'm completely lost and have been found an brought here and have lost everything on life, on death, on all the things that surround us
and I don't understand anything because I'm just an asshole, a fool, a guy that drinks a few sips of alcohol, a few sips of beer, a few sips of vodka
and then lasts for too long and don't remember anything and is completely clueless,
and then becomes crazy, doesn't understand anything, tries to create illusions...
propositions of realities that don't exist anymore or that he never lived
and doesn't understand shit, doesn't do shit, listens to music, then listens to piano, doesn't understand what piano is but still pretends, so that...
voila, there's nothing left of me, only smoke...just a body with no flesh, a body with no soul. I don't know...
I need to sleep.
I need to empty out my head. I need to breath. I need to understand what's going on.
I need to understand... what's surrounding me, who I am, why I'm here , what made me end up here.
I'd like to have some answers but I don't.
I don't know who I am anymore. Have I ever known ? I always tried to figure out who I was.
Maybe I know it...
I might be close.
I might just be a soul...out of the material world.
I might have been better without a body,
smarter without a body,
maybe because in the end my body is not what I am looking for.
I should have lived without a body,
with lightness. Maybe I should die then.
Fuck, still drinking.
This music...
This is some really good music.
It feels like a dream.
It feels like I'm flying away with this piano music. It is superb. This music is splendid.
It feels like I am the pianist, in an other world.
It feels like I'm living the music with him.
Although I don't know anything about it but still... I'm slipping away.
I'm slowly slipping away with this music, this piano melody.
I don't know who wrote that...
must be Chopin or Beethoven or Bach or Mozart.
I feels unfamiliar... this place has never been arranged this way,
with so much madness in every room.
Very strange, it feels like I'm not home.
It feels like I'm in the house of the person I shouldn't be.
I don't understand what's going on.
What is this light ?
This place, dark and bright at the same time.
I'm seeing things I should have never seen.
I hear things I should have never heard.
I've got to puke.
I absolutely need to puke. I don't feel good, I'm going to collapse.
I need to get out. I must go. I must puke my guts out. I must take some fresh air.
I must get out, I need to puke. I need to evacuate all this booze.
I need to lose what's inside me.
I just need to puke. I have to get out of here, I must go. I must be gone.
Fuck, I need to go !
This is all wrong !
Fuck...this is wrong !
This is a nightmare !
Why ?
I must breath, I have to breath.
Fuck, I've lost control, I can't control myself.
My head is completely hammered. I must go puke it all. I need to vomit. I must go upstairs to puke in the toilets.
The toilets ! I must puke in the toilets.
Smoothly... Gently.
I must keep going...
No losing my mind...
Even it is complicated...
I have to puke !
I must get to puke. I must puke it all.
I must puke all I got, fuck !
I can't make it. I can't even puke.
I'm just going crazy. I'm going crazy.
I'm turning into an incredibly crazy guy...drunk and scattered by time.
I'm loosing my balance. I can't get stable.
I need to calm down.
This light...I've got the feeling it's going to eat me..
Leave these toilets...
Oh fuck.
This fucking room. Ramirez's room.
A bloody mess.
When will he clean his room ? Beside playing the piano he could at least maintain this place together.
Oh, my head, I really need to lay down.
I must lay the fuck down.
Oh my head...
Oh my god...
Oh... I'm gonna die..
[Soothing music]
[End of the soothing music. Appearance of strange dark sounds]
What have I seen this time ?
I was with Bianca.
Beautiful Bianca, she was there with me.
She was dancing, singing, close to me.
She was... with me.
Her heart was close to mine. We were together.
Why is she gone ?
It was quite an experience. It was...
good.
Who's Teddy bear is this ?
I think...
Who's ? It looks cute. This Teddy bear looks very cute. I like it, I like it a lot.
I think it was Bianca's
...or someone else's.
Oh I'm sick of not remembering shit. I can't remember a thing.
I'm lost in my thoughts, in my imagination.
Oh my head, it won't stop ! It is spinning so fast, I'm losing my balance, this can't be.
Yet I did vomit, I puked as much as I could, there was nothing left.
I can't even puke properly.
And now I'm still feeling sick.
I need to go downstairs. I'm gonna go downstairs listen to the piano, to the music.
But before that, I need to regain control over myself, to go forward.
This is a nightmare, this is shameful. I'm shameful.
I'm some sort of self decomposing maggot trying to make its way to the light but...
there is no light. Fuck, there is too much light. This light is blinding.
These stairs, it feels super high.
I got the feeling... to be meters and meters high.
I need to wake up. I need to get out of this mess, to leave this sort of hallucinatory shell. I need to...
Oh the stairs...I feel like I'm about to fall.
I don't even know what this is. I don't understand anything, yet I know the place. The house, the stairs, the floor...
I don't understand. It feels like everything's new to me.
I don't know how this night is gonna end. What time is it ? I don't even know, if it's nighttime or dawn.
Where is he ?
Where did Mazzio go ?
Where is Mazzio ?
This is a freaking hell down here.
It's the devil who created all this ?...
I want to close my eyes, to wake up and be home, here, but differently.
What the hell is Mazzio doing ? Why is he standing here ? Why is he standing still ?
This is unreal, this is impossible.
Mazzio, what the fuck are you doing here ?
This light is never going away.
Even if I unplug it, it will keep shining, it's not worth trying.
Just like this movie.
Everything's intertwined.
Perhaps I've been cursed.
Perhaps I deserve all these thing happening to me.
I deserve all this.
I need to regain control over this.
I need to overcome this.
What are you doing Mazzio ?
Mazzio, I'm your brother...
You don't even care. We don't even care for each other.
It's just like if each one of us was caught in a different matrix, kept hidden from the world. We are lost without one another.
I don't know what he's doing...
I'm losing balance...
This is no longer possible.
Ramirez...he knows what's up.
Still playing the piano. That may be his kick. He's high on piano.
He maybe didn't even drink yesterday. Maybe he busted this brains playing the piano.
He might just be smarter than the rest of us.
He's right. Keep going.
Lose yourself. Come on keep playing.
Keep going buddy.
Ramirez my friend, keep going. Keep playing I said.
Keep playing the piano Ramirez, that's right keep going.
You're gonna regret it...
Ramirez, what a cunt...
He really doesn't give a shit about his brother...
What's that ? Pasta ?
Anyway Mazzio still cares about his brothers, even if he doesn't say much, even if he barely looks right through them.
He's making food...
Mazzio... is the best.
Ramirez... I don't know what he's doing...
He just doesn't give a shit.
He only cares about his keyboard, and that's it, the rest doesn't matter.
I could lay dying on the sofa, he would keep playing...
Fuck !
I'm losing my mind...
I should probably eat something... Mazzio's right, we gotta eat, it may be time.
Time to wake up.
Wild..
Flesh...
You need flesh to survive...
You gotta eat !
This pasta... looks weird through...
This film is... strange too.
They're all here. Ramirez, Mazzio...and me, Dario.
The three brothers gathered around a good old candlelit dinner.
A little candlelit dinner.
Italian style, the pasta...
Awesome.
It's not that bad...
Puke...
I don't get it, the sauce just appeared...
I can't explain it...
Wow my head, that's it, it's back, I'm going crazy once more, it quivers...
[Soft acoustic guitar song with echo effect]
[Calm song on synthesizer]
[Dark ambiant. Strange electronic sounds. Fast heartbeat]
Oh I'm feeling better now...
I'm feeling a lot better...
I'm feeling great...
I'm slowly coming back to life.
I'm feeling great...
I'm feeling a lot better...
What's happening to me ? I'm in a strange condition...
...I'm in a strange condition.
I feel euphoric...
I feel enthusiastic...
What's going on ?
They feel great too.
Come back to life...
I'm losing control...
We are losing ourselves, losing our minds...
What an odd sensation..
It feels like... I'm flying, traveling...
What a strange sensation...
What's happening to me ?
What's happening to us ?
I don't understand...
[Disturbing ambiant music. Lots of electronic sounds, male moans]
[End of disturbing sounds. Appearance of soft music.Slow human breathing]
[Psychedelic sounds with electronic music] We're totally wasted it's all wrong...
We need to rise...We need to rise from our ashes...We must reborn...
Get back to Earth...
I must not... kill him. I must not take the gun...
I must not kill him...
I must drop it...
This has to stop otherwise it's not gonna end well...
I need to stop...
It's time to leave, it's time to go, it's time to get out of here...
I need to leave, I need to take off, we need to go, it's time to go, we must get going...
Must break everything...
I must drop it... I must not kill him, I must not shoot...
I mustn't kill, I mustn't shoot, I mustn't kill, I mustn't shoot...
No shooting, no killing, no shooting, no killing...
I mustn't shoot, I mustn't spit. No spitting, no killing, no killing...
Don't pull the trigger, don't pull it, no killing... He's still there, don't kill him...
We'll make it, we'll make it, no killing, don't pull the trigger...
Don't kill Mazzio or Ramirez, don't kill anyone...Don't kill him...
Don't kill him, don't kill him, kill...
[Saturated sounds]
[Soft xylophone music, woman screams]
[Fast heartbeat. Strange sounds. Dark atmosphere]
What have I done ?
I killed my brother...
I killed Ramirez..
I shot him...
Ramirez... My brother...
I killed my brother...
I killed Ramirez...
I shot him...
I killed Ramirez...
Ramirez...Why ? The pianist, musician...
I killed my friend, I killed you...
My dear Ramirez...
My brother... I killed you...
I took the gun and killed you, I shot you...
You are dead Ramirez, you're gone. I'm here, I'm gone too, we are gone, we are both gone...
I took your gun and killed you...
I shot you in the face....
You don't exist anymore... You're a pile of shit, I'm pile of shit, we are nothing, we are cursed, we are sand...
[Soft piano music, peaceful atmosphere]
[Cries of anguish, suffering, crying. Different strange sounds. Dark atmosphere]
[Disappearance of strange sounds. Only cries of suffering.]
[Disappearance of cries of suffering. Slow dark song]
[Dark song accelerating]
[Slow human breathing and soft music on synthesizer]
[Only soft music on synthesizer]
[Fast electronic music]
HELP
I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC
SOBRIETY [Appearance of an alarm song]
[Appearance of saturated sound]
[End of the electro song]
[Soft synthesizer song]