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1984 - from George Orwell novel

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<i>(# "Ocean�a, 'T�s for Thee")</i> <i>(commentator) Th�s �s our land.</i> <i>A land of peace and of plenty.</i> <i>A land of harmony and hope.</i> <i>Th�s �s our land.</i> <i>Ocean�a.</i> <i>These are our people.</i> <i>The workers. The str�vers.</i> <i>The bu�lders.</i> <i>These are our people.</i> <i>The bu�lders of our world,</i> <i>struggl�ng, f�ght�ng,</i> <i>bleed�ng, dy�ng.</i> <i>(scream�ng)</i> <i>On the streets of our c�t�es</i> <i>and on the far-flung battlef�elds,</i> <i>f�ght�ng aga�nst the mut�lat�on</i> <i>of our hopes and dreams.</i> <i>Who are they?</i> <i>(crowd chant)</i> <i>Tra�tor! Tra�tor! Tra�tor! Tra�tor!</i> <i>They are the dark arm�es.</i> <i>The dark, murder�ng arm�es</i> <i>of Euras�a.</i> <i>In the barren deserts of Afr�ca and Ind�a.</i> <i>On the oceans of Australas�a,</i> <i>courage, strength and youth</i> <i>are sacr�f�ced,</i> <i>sacr�f�ced to barbar�ans</i> <i>whose only honour �s atroc�ty.</i> <i>But even as we grasp at v�ctory,</i> <i>there �s a cancer, an ev�l tumour,</i> <i>grow�ng, spread�ng �n our m�dst.</i> <i>Shout! Shout! Shout out h�s name.</i> <i>(crowd)</i> Goldstein! Goldstein! <i>(Goldste�n's vo�ce</i> <i>drowned out by crowd)</i> <i>(crowd screams abuse)</i> Death! Death! Traitor! Traitor! Death! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! No! No! <i>("Ocean�a, 'T�s for Thee")</i> <i>(crowd chant "BB.")</i> <i>(announcer) "Innuendo" deleted.</i> <i>"Intrans�gence" rendered as "Cr�meth�nk".</i> <i>"Invers�on"...</i> <i>(d�als telephone)</i> Ref <i>T�mes,</i> 14/2/84, page three. Byline two should read "Miniprod forecast increase choco ration, April 1984, from 20g to 25g per week." <i>(man) I confess to spread�ng the rumour</i> <i>on orders from Goldste�n</i> <i>that the war �s not really w�th Euras�a,</i> <i>but w�th Eastas�a.</i> <i>And that for years, �n fact</i> <i>s�nce the days of our glor�ous revolut�on,</i> - <i>I had no fa�th �n our future.</i> - <i>(coughs)</i> <i>I forged government announcements</i> <i>and fals�f�ed f�gures</i> <i>quoted for agr�cultural</i> <i>and �ndustr�al product�on.</i> <i>As a result of mental d�sturbance dat�ng</i> <i>from my exper�ences �n the atom�c wars,</i> <i>I was a w�ll�ng subject</i> <i>of Goldste�n's �nfluence.</i> <i>I was stubborn and egocentr�c.</i> <i>When ownl�fe thoughts</i> <i>occurred to me, I revelled �n them.</i> <i>I went �nto the proletar�an zones.</i> <i>I had sex w�th prost�tutes.</i> <i>I del�berately contracted syph�l�s.</i> <i>It was at th�s t�me</i> <i>that I made contact w�th the Res�stance.</i> <i>I was personally contacted</i> <i>by the arch-tra�tor Goldste�n</i> <i>and ordered to assass�nate</i> <i>Inner Party off�c�als.</i> - Bugger! - <i>Th�s I d�d.</i> <i>My agents forged documents</i> <i>and ga�ned entry to the M�n�stry of Truth...</i> <i>(W�nston) Thoughtcr�me �s death.</i> <i>Thoughtcr�me does not enta�l death.</i> <i>Thoughtcr�me �s death.</i> <i>I have comm�tted,</i> <i>even before sett�ng pen to paper,</i> <i>the essent�al cr�me that conta�ns</i> <i>all others �n �tself.</i> <i>(man)... encourag�ng my agents to deface</i> <i>party posters and announcements.</i> <i>I read and memor�sed Goldste�n's book.</i> <i>For 30 years, I have plotted</i> <i>to br�ng down the Party.</i> <i>I was s�ck �n m�nd and body.</i> <i>Together w�th my colleagues,</i> <i>Aaronson and Rutherford,</i> <i>I d�d counterfe�t</i> <i>�mportant Party documents,</i> <i>�nclud�ng ex-London perm�ts</i> <i>and travel passes.</i> <i>And that by use of these documents</i> <i>my agents travelled freely</i> <i>throughout A�rstr�p One,</i> <i>encourag�ng �nsurrect�on</i> <i>and organ�s�ng a huge counterplot</i> <i>to destroy the �nnermost fact�on</i> <i>of the Ocean�an leadersh�p.</i> <i>Furthermore, I used my pos�t�on</i> <i>of pr�v�lege w�th�n the Inner Party</i> <i>to pervert and betray the truth at all t�mes</i> <i>and to suggest, wherever poss�ble,</i> <i>that our trad�t�onal all�es �n Eastas�a</i> <i>were, �n fact, our deadly enem�es...</i> <i>(W�nston) Apr�l 4th 1984.</i> <i>I th�nk.</i> <i>To the past, or to the future,</i> <i>to an age when thought �s free.</i> <i>From the age of B�g Brother,</i> <i>from the age of the Thought Pol�ce...</i> <i>from a dead man,</i> <i>greet�ngs.</i> <i>(h�gh-p�tched wh�ne)</i> <i>(wh�ne becomes s�ren)</i> <i>(coughs and splutters)</i> <i>30-40 group, take your places, please.</i> <i>R�ght, let's see wh�ch one of us</i> <i>can touch h�s toes.</i> <i>R�ght over from the h�ps,</i> <i>brothers and s�sters, please.</i> <i>One, two.</i> <i>One, two.</i> <i>One, two.</i> - <i>One, two.</i> - <i>(coughs and splutters)</i> <i>Sm�th. 6079 Sm�th W.</i> <i>Yes, you. Bend lower.</i> <i>You're not try�ng. Watch me.</i> <i>There, brother, that's what I want.</i> <i>Anyone under 45</i> <i>�s perfectly capable of touch�ng h�s toes.</i> <i>I'm 39 and I've had four ch�ldren.</i> <i>We don't all have</i> <i>the pr�v�lege of f�ght�ng.</i> <i>Remember our boys</i> <i>on the Malabar front.</i> <i>Just th�nk what they have to put up w�th.</i> <i>(cough�ng)</i> - Morning, Smith. - Parsons. - Heard the rumour? - No. Good news, is it? I should say so, yes. Choco rations going up. - Really? - 25g next week. Doubleplus good, eh? By the way, Smith, I seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason. You wouldn't happen to have any spare? I'm sorry, brother, I'm on the last one. <i>(announcer) In 1983, Ocean�a's</i> <i>coal output reached 630 m�ll�on tonnes.</i> <i>In 1976,</i> <i>coal output was 605 m�ll�on tonnes,</i> <i>an �ncrease of 4. 1 per cent.</i> <i>5.3 m�ll�on tractors were produced,</i> <i>an �ncrease of 17.6 per cent.</i> I wanted to ask you if you've got any razor blades. I've tried all over the place. I've been using the same one for six weeks. Did you see the prisoners hanged yesterday? No, I was working. But I shall see it on the screens. We'll pick up a gin on the way. I'll have two. Give me a gin. <i>(announcer) 2.2 m�ll�on 0.5 V�ctory</i> <i>reco�l-operated heavy mach�ne guns,</i> <i>6 m�ll�on r�fle grenades,</i> <i>9 m�ll�on Perry p�neapple p�n grenades</i> <i>and 1.4 m�ll�on l�ghtwe�ght</i> <i>sp�got-launch�ng</i> <i>ant�tank rocket projectors.</i> <i>Food product�on �s also up...</i> - How's the Newspeak Committee? - Working overtime. The plusbig wastage is in adjectives. Plusbig problem is timing the language to scientific advance. Yes. It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. You won't have seen the dictionary tenth edition yet, Smith. It's that thick. The 11th edition will be that thick. So the revolution will be complete when the language is perfect? The secret is to move from translation to direct thought to automatic response. - Language coming from here not here. - Excuse me for intruding. We shall be rid of Goldsteinism when the language has been cleaned. I couldn't be more in agreement with you, brother. Absolutely. <i>(applause)</i> <i>Pra�se be to our leader</i> <i>and the Party workers.</i> <i>Other mun�t�ons product�on f�gures</i> <i>are as follows.</i> <i>70,000 M-20 tank destroyers</i> <i>w�th 76 mm cannon...</i> Smith. Syme. <i>(Syme)</i> It's encouraging that by 2050 not a single person could have a conversation like this. - Except the proles. - Proletariat don't count. They're animals. Did you see the hanging? Missed it myself. Bloody committees! <i>(announcer)... heavy V�ctory</i> <i>rocket bombs.</i> <i>35,000 Black Eagle</i> <i>500cc motorb�cycles. 300,000...</i> Doubleplus good, this. Do you know, I don't think there is a single piece of meat in this stew. Looks like meat, tastes like meat. It isn't meat at all. Doubleplus good. - Not like it, Smith? - Yes. It's too rich for me. D'you mind if I? <i>Brothers and s�sters,</i> <i>the battle for product�on has been won.</i> <i>Completed returns show that the standard</i> <i>of l�v�ng has r�sen by 20 per cent</i> <i>over the last year.</i> <i>All over Ocean�a, spontaneous</i> <i>demonstrat�ons of Party workers</i> <i>have been vo�c�ng the�r grat�tude and joy.</i> <i>In honour of th�s mass�ve overfulf�lment</i> <i>of the n�nth Three-Year Plan,</i> <i>�t has been announced that the chocolate</i> <i>rat�on �s to be �ncreased to 25g per week.</i> <i>(W�nston) If there �s hope,</i> <i>�t l�es �n the proles.</i> <i>If they were consc�ous of the�r strength,</i> <i>they would have no need to consp�re.</i> <i>H�story does not matter to them.</i> <i>(cheer�ng)</i> <i>It was three years ago,</i> <i>on a dark even�ng,</i> <i>easy to sl�p the patrols,</i> <i>and I'd gone �nto the proletar�an areas.</i> <i>There was no one else �n the street</i> <i>and no telescreens.</i> Two dollars. <i>She sa�d "Two dollars."</i> <i>So I went w�th her.</i> <i>She had a young face, pa�nted very th�ck.</i> <i>It was really the pa�nt</i> <i>that appealed to me</i> - <i>the wh�teness of �t, l�ke a mask,</i> <i>and the br�ght red l�ps.</i> Come on. Come on. Come on. <i>There were no prel�m�nar�es.</i> <i>Stand�ng there w�th the scent</i> <i>of dead �nsects and cheap perfume,</i> <i>I went ahead and d�d �t just the same.</i> Rutherford Unperson, substitute Ogilvy. Ogilvy biog, details as follows. War hero, recently killed Malabar front. Today awarded posthumous Order of Conspicuous Merit 2nd class. <i>(man) I accuse myself of sabotage,</i> <i>embezzlement of Party funds,</i> <i>sale of m�l�tary secrets, of be�ng</i> <i>�n the pay of the government of Euras�a,</i> <i>of be�ng a sexual pervert</i> <i>and a thought cr�m�nal.</i> <i>I explo�ted my pos�t�on at the M�n�stry</i> <i>of Peace to m�slead our all�es �n Eastas�a,</i> <i>and also to corrupt youth by means</i> <i>of sed�t�ous l�terature and drugs.</i> <i>I am gu�lty on all counts. I stand here,</i> <i>a v�ct�m of the �nfluence of Emmanuel...</i> <i>(W�nston) Under the spread�ng</i> <i>chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.</i> <i>And I ask only for you to accept</i> <i>my love of our leader.</i> <i>(d�stant explos�ons)</i> <i>(chatter)</i> <i>(d�stant explos�ons)</i> Can I help you? Anything special? - I was here before. - Ah. - Razor blades. - Ah-hah. - You sold me the notebook. - Yes. Yes. Please, look round. Hm? Ah. What's this? It's a beautiful thing. It's over a hundred years old. Cost you four dollars. There's another room upstairs that you might like to see. Yes. There's not much in it, just a few things. My woman's dead. I'm just trying to sell the furniture. It's a beautiful bed, if you can get the bugs out of it. <i>(bomb dropp�ng)</i> Interested in old prints at all? The frame's fixed to the wall but I could unscrew it. How did this escape? I know what it is. It's the museum in the street outside the Palace of Justice. Oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clement's. What was that? Something old. <i>(announcer) War �s peace.</i> <i>Freedom �s slavery.</i> <i>Ignorance �s strength.</i> <i>A tr�umph of w�llpower over the orgasm.</i> <i>At a rally of the Ant�-Sex League</i> <i>�n V�ctory Square</i> <i>held to celebrate a 50 per cent decrease</i> <i>�n c�v�l marr�ages,</i> <i>over 10,000 Party women</i> <i>took a vow of cel�bacy</i> <i>and pledged themselves as vessels...</i> <i>I hate her. I should k�ll her</i> <i>before she denounces me.</i> <i>I have d�sl�ked her</i> <i>from the f�rst moment of see�ng her.</i> <i>(announcer)</i> <i>Sector 43. 929 male, 753 female.</i> <i>Sector 44. 437 male, 609 female.</i> <i>(cr�es out)</i> - Are you hurt? - Oh, it's nothing. It's my arm. I'll be all right in a second. Brother, could you? - Are you all right? - It's nothing. I only gave my wrist a bit of a bang. Thank you, brother. <i>Who �s she?</i> <i>All I know �s that</i> <i>she works �n the Porno Sect�on,</i> <i>probably on the</i> <i>proletar�an novel-wr�t�ng mach�nes.</i> <i>(cheer�ng)</i> - Mrs Parsons, a spanner? - Under the sink, beside you. <i>(coughs)</i> Thank you, brother. I wouldn't have had to bother you, but my husband's out late - committees. You know what us Parsons are like. You're a thought criminal. They haven't been out much. Thank you, brother. - <i>(fanfare)</i> - <i>Attent�on. Your attent�on, please.</i> <i>A newsflash has arr�ved</i> <i>from the Malabar front.</i> <i>The forces of Ocean�a �n south Ind�a</i> <i>have won a glor�ous v�ctory.</i> <i>I am author�sed to say</i> <i>that the war aga�nst Euras�a</i> <i>�s w�th�n measurable d�stance of �ts end.</i> <i>40,000 Euras�an sold�ers</i> <i>have been k�lled or captured.</i> Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! <i>(cheer�ng)</i> <i>(gunf�re/cheer�ng)</i> Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! - Can you hear me? - Yes. - Do you have an ex-London permit? - Yes. Can you get Sunday afternoon off? - Yes. - Take this. It's quite precise. I rely on you to destroy it. Are you sure you can come? Yes. On your own, brother? No, I'm joining the Vicmans Community Hiking Group. I was held up on urgent Minrec business. <i>(ch�ldren) # Sing to the sailors on the floating fortress <i># Sing to the soldiers on the battlefield <i># Sing to the airmen in the burning azure <i># Sing to the farmers' rising yields <i># We are the children Builders of the future <i># And we the children swear to thee <i># Loyal emotion, fearless devotion <i># And to die with dignity <i>(announcer) A dar�ng and resourceful</i> <i>manoeuvre under the d�rect�on of BB</i> <i>ensur�ng the total ann�h�lat�on of</i> <i>the Euras�an heavy-armoured d�v�s�on...</i> <i>(tw�g snaps)</i> Look. It's a dream. I want you. Not here. Come back to the woods. It's safer. - Have you done this before? - Of course. Hundreds of times. - With Party members? - Yes. - Inner Party members? - Not with those bastards. Though there's plenty who would. I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. - I want everyone corrupt. - I ought to suit you, then. - I'm corrupt to the core. - Do you like doing this? I don't mean just me. I adore it. <i>(man) W�nston, we shall meet</i> <i>�n the place where there �s no darkness.</i> <i>(announcer) Adult l�teracy amongst</i> <i>the proletar�at has r�sen by 56 per cent.</i> <i>The proletar�an �nfant mortal�ty rate</i> <i>has dropped by 12 per cent.</i> <i>Inc�dences of leukaem�a, tuberculos�s and</i> <i>men�ng�t�s have dropped cons�derably.</i> <i>Improved d�et has been respons�ble</i> <i>for a dramat�c decrease �n r�ckets.</i> <i>Eye d�seases show a steep drop.</i> <i>So too do deaths</i> <i>from pneumon�a and smallpox.</i> <i>The �mprovement �n sewerage and</i> <i>dra�nage has resulted �n better health.</i> <i>State rodent operat�ves report a 50 per</i> <i>cent reduct�on �n the number of verm�n</i> <i>�n the central proletar�an zones.</i> I just want to finish by saying a few words about the impact of this imminent neurological breakthrough. When the orgasm has been finally eradicated, the last remaining obstacle to the psychological acceptance of the principles of Ingsoc as applied to Artsem will be overcome. In other words, the unorthodox tendencies towards ownlife, which threaten the natural erosion of the family unit, will no longer have the biological support of the organism. As we all know, the stimulation of the family leads to private reflection outside Party needs and to the establishment of unorthodox loyalties which only lead to thoughtcrime. But the introduction of Artsem, combined with the neutralisation of the orgasm, will effectively render obsolete the family until it is impossible to conceptualise. Thank you. Excuse me, brother. You dropped your ink pencil. Thank you, sister. <i>(announcer) A p�ncer</i> <i>movement has developed</i> <i>�nvolv�ng the float�ng fortresses</i> <i>of the Euras�an 17 th fleet...</i> Hmm! - Not much. - No. Not much left at all these days. The wars. Police don't like us much. That room. How much? Four dollars a week. <i>(uproar)</i> Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Criminal! No! Criminal! No! No! <i>(fanfare)</i> <i>(# "Ocean�a, 'T�s for Thee")</i> <i>(crowd chant "BB.")</i> <i>(announcer) A vast m�l�tary bu�ld-up</i> <i>of armoured d�v�s�ons and m�ss�les</i> <i>accompan�ed by a fourfold �ncrease</i> <i>�n the number of rocket bombs,</i> <i>d�rected at the most densely populated</i> <i>areas of A�rstr�p One...</i> <i>(W�nston) It's folly, as though del�berately</i> <i>we move one step nearer the grave.</i> <i>I can't understand</i> <i>why she accepted the �dea,</i> <i>she who �s so careful.</i> <i>(footsteps)</i> Hello. Hello. Let me show you what I've brought. Look. What is it? Real sugar. Not saccharine. And I've got a loaf of bread, proper white bread. And jam. A real tin of milk. Look. Coffee. Real coffee. Inner Party. Half a kilo. How did you manage to get hold of all this? There's nothing those bastards don't have. - Aren't you pleased? - Yes. Yes, of course. Real tea. There's been a lot of tea about lately. They've captured India, or something. - I want you. - I want you, too. Wait. Turn around and don't look until I tell you. <i>(woman s�ngs)</i> Listen to that. How can she make a song written by machines sound so beautiful? You can turn round now. - I... - Winston... Do you like me? More than ever. <i>(d�stant explos�on)</i> <i>Was there ever a t�me</i> <i>when th�s seemed ord�nary?</i> <i>(announcer)</i> <i>Attent�on! Your attent�on, please.</i> <i>A vast m�l�tary bu�ld-up</i> <i>has been reported �n the Sahara desert,</i> <i>sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.</i> <i>14 heavy tank d�v�s�ons...</i> <i>(W�nston) There's truth</i> <i>and there �s untruth.</i> <i>Freedom �s the freedom to say</i> <i>two plus two equals four.</i> <i>If that �s granted, all else follows.</i> <i>(un�ntell�g�ble Newspeak)</i> Re <i>T�mes</i> 31/10/81... Brother Tillotson wins mini chess. Request photo. Biog follows. <i>(announcer) Attent�on!</i> <i>Your attent�on, please.</i> <i>W�ll all Outer Party members</i> <i>of Ways And Means comm�ttees</i> <i>please attend the�r local commun�ty</i> <i>centres for d�scuss�ons...</i> <i>(W�nston) Under the spread�ng</i> <i>chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.</i> Smith. I have been reading your Newspeak articles in <i>The T�mes.</i> - Yes. - You write very elegantly. That is not my own opinion. I was talking to a friend of yours who is an expert. His name has slipped my memory for a moment. What I wanted to say was that there were one or two unwords. Only very recent. Have you seen the tenth edition of the Newspeak dictionary? No, we are still using the ninth edition at Minrec. A few advance copies have been circulated. I have one myself. - You might be interested. - Yes. There are plus-skilful new developments. Let me give you my address. I'm usually at home in the evenings. If not, my servant will give you the dictionary. <i>14,000 V�ctory Vamp�res,</i> <i>6, 700 Ingsoc cadets,</i> <i>4,600 Ingsoc sea cadets,</i> <i>12,300 Porteous p�loted m�ss�les,</i> <i>31,000 V�ctory f�ghter bombers,</i> <i>23,000 B�g Brother heavy bombers.</i> <i>(W�nston) It has happened at last.</i> <i>The call has come.</i> <i>It seems that all my l�fe</i> <i>I have been wa�t�ng for �t.</i> <i>(announcer)... named after Subl�eutenant</i> <i>Og�lvy, hero of the state of Ocean�a,</i> <i>recently awarded posthumously</i> <i>the Order of Consp�cuous Gallantry</i> <i>for h�s act�ons �n the recent glor�ous</i> <i>v�ctory over the forces of Eastas�a</i> <i>on the Malabar front �n south Ind�a.</i> Half the water's boiled away. What does the clock say? It says 21.00 hours. What time do they cut the light in your flats? - 23.30. - At the hostel it's 23.00. - What is it? - I don't know. A little chunk of history that they've forgotten to alter. A message from a hundred years ago. Oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clement's. You owe me three farthings say the bells of St Martin's. Who taught you that? What is it? I don't know. I just know it. You know, the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it's too late. Never see one another again. Yes. Our luck can't last. You're young, look normal. You're innocent. If you keep clear of people like me then you might stay alive. What you do, I do. I've thought it out. I'm good at staying alive. - When shall we meet again? - Not for several weeks, it's not safe. Give me half an hour. I love you. Julia. Do you think the Resistance is real? No, none of it's real. Steamer! Dead overhead! Get down! Get down! <i>(scream�ng)</i> Round the clock plus a 153 set in eyes top a PMA Willmer... <i>Ocean�a �s at war w�th Eastas�a.</i> <i>Ocean�a has always been</i> <i>at war w�th Eastas�a.</i> <i>Euras�a �s our ally.</i> <i>Euras�a has always been our ally.</i> <i>Everyth�ng fades �nto m�st.</i> <i>The past �s erased, the erasure forgotten.</i> <i>The l�e becomes truth</i> <i>and then becomes a l�e aga�n.</i> What is it? I dreamt... about my mother. What, darling? <i>It was dur�ng the wars.</i> <i>Before the Party.</i> <i>(mother)</i> Winston! Winston! <i>I couldn't help myself.</i> <i>I knew what I had done,</i> <i>and I couldn't help myself.</i> <i>When I went back, hours later,</i> <i>my mother and s�ster were gone.</i> <i>I never saw them aga�n.</i> It's not so much staying alive as staying human that's important. What counts is that we don't betray each other. If you mean confessing, we're bound to do that. Everybody does. You can't help it. I don't mean confessing. Confessing isn't betrayal. I mean feelings. If they can make me change my feelings, they can stop me from loving you. That would be real betrayal. They can't do that. It's the one thing they can't do. They can torture you and make you say anything. But they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you. They can't get to your heart. I'm going to see O'Brien. I know. <i>Outer Party member 53922 H�cks,</i> <i>M�n�rec, Proletar�an Affa�rs Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 22315 Howard,</i> <i>M�n�prod, Hosp�tal Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 947743 Bolgar,</i> <i>M�n�true, Records Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 5739 Brady,</i> <i>M�n�true, Records Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 984213 Devereux,</i> <i>M�n�true, Records Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 9106 Dodds,</i> <i>M�n�true, Porno Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party 38091 Ware,</i> <i>M�n�true, Porno Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 11792 B�gland,</i> <i>M�n�true, News Sect�on.</i> Items one, five, seven approved fullwise, stop. Suggestion contained item six, double- plus ridiculous, verging crimethink. Cancelled, stop. End message. <i>Outer Party member 4392 Rosenblum,</i> <i>M�n�prod, L�ght Industry Sect�on.</i> <i>Outer Party member 66755 Dav�es,</i> <i>M�n�prod, Women's Sect�on.</i> <i>That concludes the l�st</i> <i>of known agents of Goldste�n</i> <i>act�vely engaged</i> <i>�n the latest consp�racy...</i> Not much of this gets to the Outer Party, I'm afraid. To our leader. <i>Our eternal all�es �n Euras�a</i> <i>are turn�ng aga�nst us.</i> <i>More nests of consp�rators and saboteurs</i> <i>have been uncovered.</i> <i>Further arrests are expected shortly.</i> - You can? - Yes. We're allowed that privilege. Some more of this? It is called wine. There are thought criminals who maintain that the Resistance is not real. Believe me, Winston, it is very real. Perhaps you are not familiar with how it operates. I'm attentive to the news. Indeed. Perhaps you imagine a huge network of conspirators prepared to commit any atrocity to demoralise and weaken our society. The reality is infinitely more subtle. If Goldstein himself fell into the hands of the Thought Police, he could not give them a list of his agents. Such a list does not exist. They are not an organisation in the sense we know. Nothing holds it together but an idea. There is no possibility of change in their lifetime. In the face of the Thought Police, they cannot act collectively. Individually, they cheat, forge, blackmail, corrupt children, spread disease and prostitution, in the name of spreading knowledge from generation to generation until in a thousand years... You may find this of interest. Thank you. <i>... a rally �n V�ctory Square</i> <i>at 21.30 hours.</i> <i>That �s the end of the announcement.</i> - Goodbye, brother. - Goodbye, brother. <i>They have attacked an unarmed v�llage</i> <i>w�th rocket bombs</i> <i>and murdered 4,000 defenceless,</i> <i>�nnocent and peaceful c�t�zens of Ocean�a.</i> <i>Th�s �s no longer war.</i> <i>Th�s �s cold-blooded murder.</i> <i>Unt�l now, the war has been conducted</i> <i>w�th honour and bravery,</i> <i>w�th the �deals of truth and just�ce</i> <i>�n the best trad�t�ons of mank�nd,</i> <i>unt�l th�s moment.</i> <i>Brothers and s�sters,</i> <i>the endless catalogue of best�al atroc�t�es</i> <i>wh�ch w�ll ensue from th�s appall�ng act</i> <i>must, can and w�ll be term�nated.</i> <i>(cheer�ng)</i> <i>The forces of darkness and</i> <i>the treasonable maggots who collaborate</i> <i>must, can and w�ll be w�ped</i> <i>from the face of the earth.</i> <i>We must crush them.</i> <i>We must smash them.</i> <i>We must stamp them out!</i> <i>We, the people of Ocean�a,</i> <i>and our trad�t�onal all�es,</i> <i>the people of Euras�a,</i> <i>w�ll not rest unt�l the f�nal v�ctory</i> <i>has been ach�eved.</i> <i>Death to the eternal enemy of Ocean�a.</i> <i>Death! Death!</i> <i>Death!</i> Brothers and sisters, one week from now, in this very square, we shall, as a demonstration of our resolve and as a sure sign to those who attempt to threaten our Party and our State, we shall execute publicly the same number of Eastasian prisoners by hanging, drawing and quartering. <i>(cheer�ng)</i> <i>(crowd chant "BB.")</i> <i>(# "Ocean�a, 'T�s for Thee")</i> <i>(W�nston) "In accordance</i> <i>w�th the pr�nc�ples of Doubleth�nk,</i> <i>�t does not matter �f the war �s not real,</i> <i>or, when �t �s, that v�ctory �s not poss�ble. " <i>"The war �s not meant to be won.</i> <i>It �s meant to be cont�nuous. " <i>"The essent�al act of modern warfare</i> <i>�s the destruct�on</i> <i>of the produce of human labour. " <i>"A h�erarch�cal soc�ety �s only poss�ble</i> <i>on the bas�s of poverty and �gnorance. " "In principle, the war effort is planned to keep society on the brink of starvation." <i>"The war �s waged by the rul�ng group</i> <i>aga�nst �ts own subjects. " <i>"lts object �s not v�ctory</i> <i>over Euras�a or Eastas�a,</i> <i>but to keep</i> <i>the very structure of soc�ety �ntact. " Julia. Are you awake? Julia. There is truth and there is untruth. To be in a minority of one doesn't make you mad. Julia, my love. I understand how. But I don't understand why. I'm hungry. Let's make some more coffee. <i>(woman s�ngs)</i> The water's cold. There's no oil in it. That's strange. I thought it was full. <i># They say that time heals all things <i># They say you can always forget <i># But the smiles and the tears across the years <i># They twist my heartstrings... She's beautiful. - She's a metre across the hips, easily. - It's her style of beauty. The future is hers. We are the dead. We are the dead. <i>(male vo�ce) You are the dead!</i> <i>Rema�n exactly where you are!</i> <i>Make no move unt�l you are ordered.</i> - Now they can see us. - <i>Now we can see you.</i> - <i>Clasp your hands beh�nd your heads.</i> - <i>(hel�copter)</i> <i>Stand out �n the m�ddle of the room.</i> <i>Stand back to back.</i> <i>Do not touch one another.</i> - The house is surrounded. - <i>The house �s surrounded.</i> - I suppose we may as well say goodbye. - <i>You may as well say goodbye.</i> <i>Wh�le we're on the subject,</i> <i>here comes a candle to l�ght you to bed,</i> <i>here comes a chopper</i> <i>to chop off your head.</i> Pick that up. The Thought Police. <i>6079 Sm�th! Open your eyes!</i> <i>(approach�ng footsteps)</i> Parsons? Keep away from me, Smith. I'm an agent of Goldstein. I didn't know it myself. Thoughtcrime is so insidious. It just creeps up on you. My daughter found it out. Very proud of her. Very grateful I've been discovered before it's too late. They won't shoot me, will they, Smith? I could be very useful in a labour camp. <i>Room 101!</i> <i>(unlock�ng)</i> No. Please, you don't have to take me there. Why? There's nothing I won't confess. Nothing. I've told you everything already. What is it you want me to know? Take him instead of me. He's the thought criminal. It's him you want. <i>(unlock�ng)</i> - They got you too? - They got me a long time ago. You knew this would happen, Winston. Don't deceive yourself. You've always known it. The photos of you and the girl will be recycled for proletarian use. Do you know where you are, Winston? I... I don't know. I can guess. In the Ministry of Love. Do you know how long you've been here? No. Weeks? Months? Do you know why you're here? Shall I tell you why we brought you here? To cure you. To make you sane. Yes. <i>(rack turns)</i> <i>(screams)</i> No! No! No! That was 40. You can see that the numbers on this dial run up to 100. Will you please remember that I have it in my power to inflict pain on you at any time, and in whatever degree I choose? Yes. You know perfectly well what is the matter with you, Winston. You've known it for years though you fought against the knowledge. You are mentally deranged. You suffer from a defective memory. You never tried to cure yourself because you did not choose to. It was a small effort of will which you were not ready to make. For example, which power is Oceania at war with? Eastasia. Oceania is at war with Eastasia. Eastasia? Good. And Oceania has always been at war with Eastasia, has it not? Tell me what you think you remember. I remember... that until only a week before I was arrested, we weren't at war with Eastasia at all. It was Eurasia. - The last four years, I think. - Another example. A serious delusion. Photographs about which you've had hallucinations, which you believed you held in your hand. They never existed. Say what you're about to say, Winston. They exist. In memory. I remember. You remember. I do not remember. Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston. It needs an act of self-destruction, an effort of the will. Do you remember writing in your diary "Freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four"? Yes. - How many fingers am I holding up? - Four. And if the Party says there are not four but five, then how many? Five? <i>(rack turns)</i> No. That's no use. You're lying. How many fingers, please? Four? What else can I say? Five, four, anything you like, only please stop it. Stop the pain. How can I help it? How can I help what I see in front of my eyes? Two and two makes four. Sometimes, Winston, sometimes they're five. Sometimes they're three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. <i>(sobs)</i> Neither the past nor the present nor the future exists in its own right, Winston. Reality is in the human mind, not in the individual mind, which makes mistakes and soon perishes, but in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal. - Again. - No. How many fingers, Winston? Four... Four? I suppose there are four, but I'm trying to see five. - I wish I could. - Which do you wish? To persuade me that you can see five or really to see them? Really to see them. - Again. - <i>(rack turns)</i> How many, Winston? I don't know... I don't know. Better. <i>(rack turns)</i> <i>(O'Br�en) No one escapes, W�nston.</i> <i>There are no martyrs here.</i> <i>All the confess�ons made here are true.</i> We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us. As long as he resists us, we never destroy him. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. We make his brain perfect before we blow it out. And then, when there is nothing left but sorrow and love of Big Brother, we shall lift you clean out of history, we shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you. Not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. 3,000. This time it won't hurt you. Before we bring this session to an end, I want you to ask me your questions. I want you to clear your mind. Julia. She betrayed you, Winston. Immediately. Unreservedly. All her rebellion, deceit, folly, dirty-mindedness has been turned out of her. Does Big Brother exist? Of course. In the same way as me? You do not exist. You have not asked me the question that is uppermost in your mind, Winston. You know what is in Room 101. Everyone knows what's in Room 101. Now, fix your eyes on mine. <i>(electr�cal current)</i> <i>(O'Br�en) What country</i> <i>�s Ocean�a at war w�th?</i> <i>(W�nston) I...</i> <i>I don't remember.</i> <i>(O'Br�en) Ocean�a �s at war w�th Eastas�a.</i> <i>Do you remember that now?</i> Yes. <i>How many f�ngers am I hold�ng up?</i> Five. You see, at least, that it is possible. You've understood the reality of the past and the present, Winston. Now, what of the future? A question: how does one man assert power over another? - By making him suffer. - Exactly. Obedience is not enough. Power is inflicting pain and humiliation, otherwise you cannot be sure. Power is tearing human minds apart, and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Power is not a means. It is an end. In our world, there will only be triumph and self-abasement. Everything else, we shall destroy. The past is forbidden. Why? Because when we can cut man from his own past, then we can cut him from his family, his children, other men. There is no loyalty except loyalty to the Party. There is no love except love of Big Brother. All competing pleasures, we will destroy. If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever. Winston... You are thinking that my face is old and tired, that while I talk of power, I am unable to prevent the decay of my own body. But the individual is only a cell, Winston. The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism. - You'll fail. - Why? It's impossible. Hatred and fear have no life. Why is hate less vital than love? I don't know but somehow you'll fail. Something will defeat you. - Life will defeat you. - We control life, at all levels. We create human nature. Men are infinitely malleable. Or perhaps you will return to your old idea that the proletarians will arise. Put it out of your mind. They are helpless animals. Humanity is the Party. I don't care. In the end, they'll beat you. Sooner or later, they'll tear you to pieces. On what evidence? Goldstein's book. I wrote it. Or at least I collaborated in writing it. No book is individually produced, as you know. I just believe it. I know you'll fail. There's something in this world, some spirit that you will never overcome. What is it, this principle? I don't know. The spirit of man. Do you consider yourself a man? Yes. If you're a man, you're the last man. Your kind is extinct. We are the inheritors. Do you understand that you're alone? You're outside history. You unexist. Get up. Come here. <i>(gasps)</i> <i>(coughs)</i> Look at you. You're rotting away. That is the last man. If you're human, that is humanity. It won't last forever. You can escape from it whenever you choose. Everything depends on you. You did it. You reduced me to this. No, Winston, you reduced yourself to it. When will you shoot me? It might take a long time. But don't give up hope. Everyone is cured sooner or later. And in the end we shall shoot you. The law of gravity is nonsense. No such law exists. If I think I float and you think I float, then it happens. - I love you. - You have the strength, the whole Party. You are the Party. You're one of us. One of the chosen. - I love you. - I love you, too. <i>(gunshot)</i> Julia. Julia, my love. Julia... <i>Jul�a!</i> - Julia! - <i>(O'Br�en) Get up.</i> <i>Stand up stra�ghter.</i> <i>Look me �n the face.</i> Tell me, Winston, and remember, no lies. What are your true feelings towards Big Brother? - I hate him. - You must love him. It's not enough to obey him. You must love him. Room 101. You asked me once, Winston, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew already. Everyone knows. The thing that is in Room 101... is the worst thing in the world. It goes beyond fear of pain or death. It is unendurable and it varies from individual to individual. It may be burial alive or castration. Or many other things. In your case, it is rats. <i>(squeak�ng)</i> No. - Please. What do you want me to do? - You will do what is required of you. What? What is it? How can I do it, if I don't know what it is? In the proletarian areas they will attack a baby and, within five minutes, strip it to the bone. They also attack the sick and dying. They show astonishing intelligence in knowing when a human being is helpless. Please... The mask fits over your head, leaving no exit. I press the first lever and the rats move into the front compartment. I press the second and the door of the cage will slide up. These starving brutes will shoot at you like bullets. Have you ever seen a rat leap through the air? They will leap onto your face and bore straight into it. Sometimes they attack the eyes first. Sometimes they burrow through the cheeks and devour the tongue. <i>(wh�mpers)</i> What do you want? No, please. <i>(screams)</i> I love you. Do it to her. Do it to Julia. I don't care what you do to her. Tear her face off. Do it to Julia not to me. Do it to Julia! <i>Do �t to Jul�a!</i> <i>Not me!</i> <i>(announcer) A vast m�l�tary bu�ld-up</i> <i>has been reported �n the Sahara desert</i> - <i>sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.</i> <i>That �s the end of the announcement.</i> Brother. On the house. Thank you for coming. <i>(fanfare)</i> <i>You are warned to stand by</i> <i>for an �mportant announcement at 15.30.</i> <i>Th�s �s news of the gravest consequence</i> <i>concern�ng the war w�th Euras�a.</i> <i>15.30.</i> I'm very worried about the African front. The news is disquieting in the extreme. I've been worrying about it all day. It's not just a question of losing Africa. For the first time the territory of Oceania itself is threatened by invasion. It's inconceivable. <i>(d�stant explos�on)</i> It must have been possible to outflank them in some way. I have an instinct. There's bad news on the way. I told them all about you. I'm only thankful they got me before it was too late. Yes, I told them about you too. Thoughtcrime. Sexcrime, all your treachery. I have a meeting to go to. We must meet again. Yes. We must meet again. <i>I accuse myself of the follow�ng cr�mes.</i> <i>I have seduced</i> <i>Party members of both sexes.</i> <i>I've been to the proletar�an areas.</i> <i>I contracted syph�l�s</i> <i>to spread the d�sease</i> <i>to my w�fe and other Party members.</i> <i>Together w�th other agents,</i> <i>I have counterfe�ted banknotes,</i> <i>wrecked �ndustr�al mach�nery,</i> <i>polluted the water supply</i> <i>and gu�ded Euras�an bombs</i> <i>to targets on A�rstr�p One</i> <i>by means of coded rad�o s�gnals.</i> <i>I stand here, a v�ct�m of the �nfluence</i> <i>of Emmanuel Goldste�n,</i> <i>gu�lty on all counts.</i> <i>I'm glad I was caught.</i> <i>I was mentally deranged.</i> <i>Now I am cured.</i> <i>I ask only for you to accept</i> <i>my love of our leader.</i> <i>I ask only to be shot</i> <i>wh�le my m�nd �s st�ll clean.</i> - <i>(fanfare)</i> - <i>A glor�ous v�ctory.</i> <i>A vast strateg�c manoeuvre to outflank</i> <i>the Euras�an forces on the Afr�can front</i> <i>has been successful.</i> <i>Perfectly coord�nated, �t has resulted</i> <i>�n the utter rout of the Euras�an army.</i> <i>There have been</i> <i>nearly a m�ll�on pr�soners.</i> - <i>It has been an utter rout...</i> - Waiter. <i>Th�s �mmense v�ctory br�ngs the war</i> <i>w�th�n measurable d�stance of �ts end.</i> Wonderful news. <i>(d�stant cheer�ng)</i> <i>I love you.</i> <i>(# "Ocean�a, 'T�s for Thee")</i> <i>(# "Jul�a" by Eurythm�cs)</i> Visiontext Subtitles: Neil Blackmore ENHOH

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Basada en el clásico de George Orwell, escrito en 1948. En 1984 el mundo se encuentra dividido en tres estados, dominados por gobiernos absolutistas que prohiben cualquier manifestación de placer. Winston (John Hurt), un trabajador del Partido Exterior enel Ministerio de la Verdad, está escribiendo un diario que puede ser motivo de detención, tortura y posterior ``vaporización´´. Su vida se complica cuando conoce a Julia (Suzanna Hamilton), con la que inicia una relación clandestina, que mantienen fueradel alcance de las cámaras que vigilian a la población, para aniquilar cualquier asomo de rebelión.

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