Mr.Freeman | Episode 3

— This part is very clear… you're nothing but a pawn and you'll remain a pawn until you play. The rules are clear: take what they give you, give away what you have to and the difference is yours. The question is how big is the difference.

— Are you really intending to win?

— Well, why not? There are lots like me and we're the actual players. Because on one side of us are the real cattle who let TV do the thinking for them… while on the other is power, who believe that we are shit and feeble-minded cattle. Over in the barn they want us to take care of them, But a long time ago they gave up on themselves and now they won't lift a single finger. While those who have real power became more than the rest — became gods. They sit so high up they can't see us as either a serious enemy or a trusted friend. They have only one problem: that they are not immortal. That just leaves you and me. Sometimes I benefit you, other times, you me. Everyone plays a game of their own.

— Think you're a player, do you?

— I play like the great ones! Take the authorities… Quite unceremonious, but they do have a few lively plays up their sleevs for the people. Every couple of months let them blow off steam… elections, Black Friday, a new auto plant, the next installment of Star Wars, the Super Bowl… And the people just gobble it up! But when people have holes in their pockets and nothing to eat, who is responsible for that? So now without that beer and football they need a... sacrifice! And you can be certain that power will provide them with this patsy. And it'll be us — understand? So that is the game. Here are people who don't care about themselves and here's authority that doesn't care about them either. And here we are in the middle. Who sorta owe something, but what and to whom? It's not clear.

— How pure and simple! You are more naive than you look! But you're right in that we are like butter that is spread between a thin layer of caviar and moldy bread. Which reminds me about fairy tale… Once there lived a poor wolf. And nearby lived a very powerful and rich fox. They grew up together, were in the same class at school, but now… they're in different social classes. The fox's life is just like a fairytale. One day the wolf came to him and said… Teach me to do it. Im tired of my life and I want to play with the big boys and to live like you. Tell me what to do. The fox answered, Don't sweat it. I'll fix up a place for you. You'll have a cushy job: you'll sit in your chair and quietly catch fish… by the rules. Don't fuss, take a lot here and a little there. Anything will do. So the wolf nervously looked around and saw that everyone is doing the same thing! And soon… it was all working! He caught big fish and the little ones. One day the fox came to get his share of fish, but the wolf said to him: Sorry, Brother, this fish is stuck to a tail. So the fox went and... unstuck it. He cut the wolf's tail off and unstuck the fish. Good thing the wolf wasn't using his dick for bait. That's what happens when you play by someone else's rules.

— Why are you telling me your tales here? If you're so smart, then, maybe, you know the way out?

— The way out, my colleague is through the entrance. It is time to get out of this game. Look, yeah, we have money and what good does it do? There's nothing for us to do in this country! The number of alcoholics and morons is larger than the whole population. It's all polluted, education doesn't exist and that new auto plant... HA-HA-HA ...it's not real! There's no other way than to leave and wipe this nightmare from our brains.

— To leave? And who is going to let you do this? You'll never forget this nightmare because it won't ever let you wake up. We do have money. But whose money is it? Is it yours, really? Can you actually spend it? Or offshore it? Can ya legalize it? Give it to your children? Don't lie to yourself, don't be like the others. You're in a trap and the trap will only open its jaws once you are good and deceased. We can buy our way out of a criminal suit, maybe a nice mansion, a few cars, expensive tutors for the kids, but that's about it. See, you're like a hamster on a wheel: no freedom to be seen, while the system rolls right on. Why don't I tell you a nice fairytale, my special friend. Once there lived a smart guy like you. He found a job, settled in, and slowly rolled along with his life. Then he looked around and rolled a bit faster. They allocated a budget, he administrated it wisely and, by the rules, got his cut. You know what I mean. Why would you ever build a fence for a million when it can be done for so much more? So, he rolled on like this. The books looked good. Sometimes, they didn't quite balance, but mostly it was a well-oiled machine. He gave a little taste and got off in court. Gave a taste and avoided an audit. He'd give a taste to whoever caught him and get away. But came the day he decided, "Enough!" I made enough for myself and my kids. No more risk.