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I
am D-503,
one of the cogs of the great machine
of the United State.
I have to integrate the
grandiose universal
equation.
To unbend the wild curve,
into a straight line.
Because the line
of the United State
is straight.
(Announcer) The working day is over,
get out immediately.
From behind the Green Wall from some
unknown plains the wind brings to us the
mysterious yellow honey dust.
This disturbs somewhat
my logical thinking.
It has been over a hundred years since the
great pandemic and no one has been
behind the Green Wall.
They say nature is poisoned there
and life is impossible.
But why,
why is the wind which blows
from there so sweet?
Why?
The celebration of the Day of
Unanimity, took place yesterday.
The same Big Brother
who so often proved his unshakeable wisdom,
was unanimously re-elected
for the forty-eighth time.
The celebration was clouded by
a little confusion,
created by the enemies of happiness,
who by their action
naturally lost the right
to be the bricks
for the foundation of the
renovated United State.
It is clear to everybody
that to take into consideration
their votes would mean
to consider as a part of a
magnificent, heroic symphony
the accidental cough of a sick person
who happened to be in a concert hall.
Big Brother has been elected unanimously.
Every morning
at the same hour
at the same minute
millions of us
we wake up.
At the very same hour
millions like one we begin our work
and millions like one, we finish it.
We should be happy,
We should be happy
this is the logic of our life.
So why do I feel strangely sad?
Why?
I'm just trying to write down what I see
what I feel, what I think.
Do not forget,
that Big Brother is always watching you.
Big Brother is watching you,
even when you sleep.
(Announcer) Let's start our gymnastics.
Everyone come here to your monitors.
Circular movements of the neck.
One time two.
Hands at shoulder width.
Wave your hands.
One time two.
Circular hand movements
clockwise.
One time two.
So,
Fine.
Now leaning down
touching the floor.
So.
D-503,
you are lazy again, as always!
Below, below, let's go.
So lighten up, uh.
One, two.
Yes, better.
And now deep squats.
One, two.
D-503, squat down deeper, one, two.
One, two.
Swing your legs.
One, two.
Higher.
One, two.
Okay, now strength training.
Take your dumbbells,
raise the dumbbells up.
One, two.
One
At ease!
In two weeks Integral will
take off into space.
This solemn moment is
not only important for us
but also for the rest of the
inhabitants of this universe.
They will finally know about us.
We will bring happiness to those who
did not even know we existed.
We have the latest precision weapons.
We know that to bring peace
to the wretched thinking
of these primitive
creatures will not be easy.
Yes, we are ready for any obstacles
and we will strike first.
We must make them happy
no matter what the cost.
Long live Big Brother!
Unfortunately sausages are out of stock.
Choose another product.
We have delicious synthetic porridge.
Eat!
Until the end of the lunch break
ten minutes left.
Excuse me, can I sit down?
Yes.
Bon appetit.
How is the Dictionary getting on?
Slowly, I’m on the adjectives.
It’s fascinating
We give the language its final form,
when will we finish the work
you will have to learn it all over again.
Probably interesting to come up with new words?
Nothing like this,
we don't invent,
we’re destroying words,
scores of them, every day.
We cut language to the limit.
You know, the destruction of words
amazing thing.
Take for example the word
Fine.
If it exists,
why do you need the word bad?
Ungood, will do just as well, actually,
its better, because it’s an exact opposite,
which the other is not.
because this word has the
exact opposite meaning,
Again, if you need
stronger form of good
then what's the point
have a whole chain of undefined
useless words like
excellent, excellent, etc.
Plus, it puts it all right.
And if you'd better say
then plus-plus-good.
Well don't you feel
how beautiful it all is
and naturally?
This position
filed first.
Big Brother.
You haven’t a real appreciation of Newspeak.
Even when you write it
you’re still thinking in Oldspeak.
Newspeak is far removed from Oldspeak,
understand.
Do you know that Newspeak
is the only language in the world whose
vocabulary gets smaller every year?
Five.
What's five?
The meal frequency is five minutes,
when the average is twenty.
This means that the information and the topic
excites you so much that you are willing
to sacrifice time reserved for eating.
See, everything is served by mathematical
laws, even logic.
Two times two is always four.
Fine.
What worries you
if your index
is zero?
Nothing.
Wait, you said
what's two two four?
As then?
What's with the language?
You see that the whole aim of Newspeak
is to narrow the range of thought,
in the end we shall make thoughtcrime
literally impossible, because there
will be no words in which to express it.
Every concept that can
ever be needed, will be
expressed by exactly one word.
Its meaning will be
rigidly defined and all
its subsidiary meanings
rubbed out and forgotten.
Already, in the Eleventh Edition,
we’re not far from that point.
Soon no one will know
Oldspeak,
because all the literature of the past
will be destroyed.
Shakespeare, Milton,
Byron,
they’ll exist only in Newspeak.
Can you imagine?
By the way,
see the slogan
freedom is slavery
ignorance is power.
Can you imagine if this
slogan will not exist,
what will happen then?
The whole climate of thought
will be different.
In fact there will be no thought,
as we understand it now.
There is a word in Newspeak,
I don’t know whether you know it,
Duckspeak, to quack like a duck.
How?
To quack.
It is one of those interesting words
that have two contradictory meanings.
For example?
Look,
if you use it
towards an opponent,
it is offensive,
abuse.
And if you apply it
to anyone
with whom you agree
well, with your position, with your concept
then it is praise.
Imagine how everything
is so simple and logical.
Interesting.
Yes.
The girl who passed,
isn't she from the Thought Police?
No, don't worry
she works in the art department.
It's clear.
Well, you don't drink, you don't eat.
I'm full.
No appetite today.
And I have a good appetite.
It was nice to talk.
No thanks, I haven't finished mine yet.
The coffee is delicious.
See how interesting
are the new developments.
What I told you, these
conceptual moments, were they interesting?
Did you like them, did you find something
new concerning this language?
I think it will come with time.
You know, the only language
for me it's the language of mathematics.
As I already explained to you
before, everyone succumbs to his logic.
Wonderful quacking!
Quacked well.
And so I have convinced him
of the Newspeak concept.
But he still probably does not attach great
value to this, but in
time he will understand
that this particular language
should be used everywhere.
(Announcer) Time for food is over.
OK.
(Announcer) Back to work.
I'll go to work.
Welcome to the Minute of Hate.
Look at that ugly mug.
This creature is called G-315.
His tales that freedom is not slavery,
has already destroyed dozens mentally
weak numbers.
G-315 calls himself a writer,
but he is just an ordinary hack.
He misinforms the population
spreading fakes and conspiracy theories.
He shits on the United State and defames Big Brother.
This scum wants us destroyed.
G-315 fled from justice.
But our valiant scouts will find this traitor,
and a fate worse than death awaits him.
Charge yourself with hatred, dear comrades,
be energized by the sight of this reptiloid.
Hatred is useful, hatred keeps you warm.
Glory to Big Brother!
Let's start hate.
Three.
Two.
One.
Start!
Good afternoon, dear comrades.
We have gathered you to show you
degradation of art.
By simply pressing a button, any of you can
create up to 1000 sonatas per second
with the help of artificial intelligence.
Now imagine, what it was
like for your ancestors.
They could only create by forcing
themselves to fits of inspiration,
an unknown form of epilepsy.
And here is the result,
music of the twentieth century.
Of course, this box.
They called it gra...
the grand piano.
Which proves once again how all of their
music is simply an incompetent cacophony.
And now the manager of the art department,
I-330, will perform for you
the most talentless, disgusting
nonsense on the piano.
Yes, dear comrades, we must now
show fortitude and endure this garbage.
This harsh ordeal must
make you stronger and make
it clear how best to fight
the enemies of the people.
Mediocrity will be punished!
Glory to big brother!
Glory to science!
Heh, mathematician! Dreaming?
Not dreaming at all, if you will, standing in adoration.
Oh, certainly, certainly! You, my friend,
should never have become a mathematician,
you should have become a poet, a great poet!
So far I have served knowledge, and I shall continue to serve knowledge
I do not like, I do not understand jokes, and R-13 has the bad habit of joking.
Heh, to the deuce with knowledge. Your much-heralded
knowledge is but a form of cowardice. It is a fact!
Yes, you want to encircle the infinite with a
wall yet you fear to glance behind the wall.
Yes, sir! And if ever you should glance beyond the
wall you would be dazzled and close your eyes, yes...
Walls are the foundation of every human... Fortunately the
antediluvian time of those Shakespeares and Dostoyevskis is past!
Yes, dear mathematician, fortunately, fortunately.
We are the happy arithmetical mean. As you would put it,
the integration from zero to infinity, from
imbeciles to Shakespeare. Do I put it right?
Today is a solemn day, the execution of the enemy of the people L-723 is today.
He will get on the Machine of Big Brother and you'll be
observing the last moments of his thoroughly worthless life.
Long live Big Brother!
ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE
My number is L-723. I confess my guilt under all articles of the Criminal Code.
I allowed myself inappropriate illegal thinking.
I violated the order of the United State.
It was I who voted against Big Brother.
And broke the feast of unanimity.
I know that I am not worthy of clemency.
Indeed, the great civilization of our ancestors was strange.
There childbearing, love
were not banned as they are now.
Harmony and chaos flourished there.
Harmony and chaos.
May be,
May be.
From a mathematical point of view, harmony
and chaos is two denominators
which add up to happiness.
We cannot know
because we don't have chaos
we have only harmony.
Hello.
Did you watch the execution yesterday?
Unfortunately only on TV,
I've been busy writing Newspeak.
You really missed out,
you know it was an instructive
and refreshing spectacle.
You know, I think they had
their legs tied!
It was so funny how their legs twitched!
Yes.
What terrible news!
These bastards!
What's happened?
What's happened.
Listen, per trustworthy sources
there have been re-discovered
traces of a hitherto elusive organization
aiming at liberation from the
Benevolent Yoke of the United State.
Liberation...
Amazing
To what extent criminal instincts
are so tenacious to the human race.
I deliberately say
criminal!
Freedom and crime
are inextricably linked
among themselves, that's clear.
Only solution to
save a person from crime is
to spare him freedom!
And that's when
we've barely gotten rid of it,
suddenly some pathetic
idiots appear, you know!
Misunderstandings!
Well, don't worry, our Party
will quickly vaporize them,
yes.
Well, how is it possible!
What do they want from us?
that they climb here!
OK.
An ancient sage once said a clever thing,
accidentally, beyond doubt.
Love and Hunger rule the world
Consequently, to dominate
the world, man had to win a
victory over hunger
after paying a very high price.
I refer to the great
Two Hundred Years’ War,
the war between the city and the land.
Probably on account of religious
prejudices, the primitive peasants
stubbornly held on to their bread.
But at last our contemporary
petroleum food was invented.
True, only about two-tenths of the
population of the globe
did not die out,
two-tenths.
But purified,
purified
from thousands of years of dirt!
But how beautifully shining the
face of the earth has become!
And for that
for these,
two-tenths.
Suspicious activity
detected in the SUR quarter.
Possible perverts.
Available workers are needed to help.
It looks like the K-331 developed
unhealthy sexual instincts.
K-331 has bit B-995,
B-995 has a bitten off ear, is bleeding.
It is possible that B-995 has contracted rabies.
Attention, the situation is stable
K-331 and B-995 have been both eliminated.
Good afternoon!
Hail Big Brother!
I heard that you are the lead developer of Newspeak.
What is the word for love in Newspeak?
You know, love is applicable to Big Brother.
It's an inalienable part of us such as hands, legs, how we breathe,
and if you don't love Big Brother all will be pointless.
What about inspiration?
Inspiration... its most likely a medical term,
it's probably some kind of epilepsy. I see it that way.
What about the word passion?
Passion, passion...
You know, I can't tell you right away. It's worth researching more
and perhaps soon I can give you a more detailed response
to this concept because now even I am not ready to answer you.
Yes thank you. Passion...
What could it be, passion? Perhaps it is the highest form of love?
So far I can say this. Well I think we need a more in-depth study of this issue,
then I'll be able to handle this term. Interesting... inspiration, its obvious,
love is also understandable. Passion! Interesting word, maybe it should be banned
Or maybe not. I still must deliberate on this and give a more specific answer
and maybe she will be happy with my answer and my reasoning.
But time will tell, and will put everything in its place.
And so, you came!
I was wondering if you will come or not.
It's unusual here.
Follow me,
I will show you everything here.
That same strange ancient instrument.
You seem to want to be original, but I don't understand, why did you invite me?
Only now can I see what color are your eyes...
Don’t you think it surprising that once people could stand types like this?
Not only stand them but worship them.
What a slavish spirit, don’t you think so?
Maybe they should they have been exterminated?
Probably, yeah. Let's talk about you better.
You seem to be working in the art department?
Yes, I work in the art department
we create hymns
and pornography.
Where did you get it from?
Would you like a drink?
The United State simply exterminates
smokers and those who drink alcohol.
Do you think this is funny?
Let's have a drink
Let's,
for health,
Let's.
Not bad, right?
This is genuine cognac.
Do you understand that I
as a rule-adhering Number am required
report you to the Thought Police?
And I'm wondering
will you report me
or not?
I have to go.
BRAIN INSTITUTE
Yes, yes, come in, good afternoon D-503.
Hello.
Have a seat.
What's wrong?
I suffer from insomnia
and when i fall asleep
having strange dreams.
I had never dreamed before.
They say the ancient dreamed
for them it was in the order of things.
In fact, they had their whole life
was a hellish carousel, but we,
people of today, we know all too well
that dreaming is a serious mental disease.
I I.... Is it possible that
my brain, this precise, clean,
glittering mechanism, like a chronometer
without a speck of dust on it, is...?
And now I understand that it's like
something foreign settled there.
Yes it is, now. I really feel there
in the brain some foreign body
like an eyelash in the eye.
One does not feel one’s whole body but this
eye with a hair in it, one
cannot forget it for a second....
And I'm standing in front of the mirror
I look at myself but
I see someone
and he's not me
with arched eyebrows,
a complete stranger
me a man, I see him for the first time.
And I'm real, I'm not him.
And I still hear sounds
magical sounds.
Maybe it's music?
And then I dream
and in the evening chasing me
shadow, I can't escape it.
Yes, it is too bad.
Apparently a soul has formed in you.
A soul?
that strange ancient word
that was forgotten long ago,
a soul.
Is it very dangerous?
Incurable.
But more specifically, what is it?
Somehow I cannot imagine...
You see, the cold mirror
reflects,
throws out,
while this one absorbs.
It keeps forever a trace of
everything that touches it.
Once you saw an imperceptible
wrinkle on some one’s face,
and this wrinkle is forever preserved within you.
You may happen to hear
in the silence
a drop of water falling,
and you will hear it...
Yes, yes, that is it!
I now hear drops of water
dripping in the silence from the faucet
of a washstand,
and forever...
Why suddenly a soul?
There was none,
yet suddenly....
Why is it that no one has it, yet I....
Why?
Well, why don’t we grow feathers
or wings,
but only shoulder blades,
bases for wings?
That's because
we just don't need them.
Wings are for flying
and we don’t need to fly anywhere.
We have already arrived!
We are already here
Is that not so?
Certainly.
What is the matter,
a soul?
You say a soul?
This way we'll get to the cholera soon!
Colleague, I warned you!
I warned you this
this fantasy
Yes, everyone should castrate this fantasy.
Only surgery can help here,
only surgery.
Wait a minute,
now I will make a circular
X-ray.
Very, very curious!
Listen
would you not consent to become embalmed?
It would be invaluable to the
United State...
it might help us to prevent an epidemic.
If you have no special reasons, of course....
You see D-503
is building the Integral,
and I am sure the operation
would interfere....
Yes.
I shall tell you a secret.
My colleague is right when
he speaks of an epidemic.
Try to remember,
have you not noticed yourself,
some one with something similar,
very similar,
identical?
As to the insomnia
and for the dreams you complain of,
I advise you to
walk a great deal.
Tomorrow morning you must
begin taking long walks,
say as far as the Ancient House.
Goodbye!
Freedom, freedom...
Freedom is when you can say two plus two is four!
Two plus two is four. Freedom... Freedom - two plus two is four.
Freedom, freedom, two plus two is four, this is freedom, this is freedom! Freedom.
I hate... I hate Big Brother
I hate Big Brother, I hate Big Brother, I hate Big Brother!
What's happened?
Don't get close to me.
It is dangerous,
a shadow is chasing me.
This doctor of yours said
that I am terminally ill,
I have a soul, incurable.
I feel it itching, here. I feel it.
Incurable soul!
You must come with me,
don't hesitate, follow me.
Do you understand that you risk everything!
Follow me and don't be afraid.
It is not right,
we shouldn't have crossed the Wall,
we will be punished.
There should be microphones everywhere.
There is no eavesdropping here,
no surveillance here
we are alone here.
And you didn't know
when you were there,
that you can go
behind the Green Wall?
Let them look for us there.
All these lies, hatred.
This are their only weapons.
Everything that flows from the monitors
is complete
garbage.
It is not right,
we must not break...
Well, look how wonderful it is here,
scents, greenery,
leaves, birds singing.
Even this mosquito
how beautiful it is.
What are you doing with him?
let him go.
Warm.
Yes, real light.
No, it's warm
it's warm here.
We need to return
everything is too much.
To be honest, I
thought you were from
the Thought Police.
In order to establish the true meaning of
a function, one must establish its limit.
It is also clear that yesterday’s
stupid dissolution in the universe
taken to its limit is death.
For death is exactly the most complete
dissolution of the self in the universe.
Respectively
if l is love
with this death
l equals c,
love and death.
Feeling low energy?
You have insomnia
lack of appetite?
All this can be corrected.
To restore your energy
don't forget to take your
Big Brother vitamins.
Ah, D-503
how is your health?
How are your walks?
did you go to the old house?
Thank you, I'm much better now.
insomnia, dreams,
don't bother you anymore?
Tell me I noticed a lot of
people, queues, what's going on?
Yes, well,
now there is an epidemic and
they are doing an operation
to prevent it, and here
are the people standing...
Do not worry,
but be careful.
Yesterday we had
an accident here.
An accident?
Yes, sir. We finished the clock
and imagine!
The men caught a
male without a number.
How he got in,
I cannot make out.
They took him to the Operation Department.
Oh, they’ll draw the mystery out of
the fellow there, ‘why’ and ‘how,’ etc....
Everything is fine...
Fine?
What do you find to be fine in that?
If that man without a number
contrived to sneak in,
it means that there are others around here,
everywhere, all the time,
here around the Integral, they...
They? Who are they?
Who, who?
How do I know who?
But I sense them, all the time.
You understand?
Have you heard about the new operation
which has been invented?
I mean the surgical removal of fantasy.
No, I haven’t. What has that to do with it?
Merely this, if I were you,
I should go and ask to have this
operation performed upon me.
Or a lobotomy, I don't know.
Something is wrong.
Next week
the flight of Integral will take place.
You must help me capture it.
We'll blow up the Green Wall
and free everyone.
You must help me.
Oh no no...
Do you understand what you are saying?
What you're up to is a revolution,
it's a revolution.
This cannot be.
But there was,
there was once a revolution.
Yes, once,
but ours was the last revolution.
There can be no more revolutions.
Are you a mathematician?
Tell me the last number.
I don't understand, the last, if
the number of numbers is infinite
how can I name the last number?
But also revolutions
they are endless
like the numbers.
This is suicide,
what you say is crazy
complete madness.
It is the same as if you should
cover the muzzle of a gun with your hands
and expect that way to prevent the shot....
It is absolute madness.
We will defeat them.
No matter the cost, we will defeat them.
Campaign posters and
the resistance group, does it exist?
Yes, I am a part of it.
We must act and capture the ship,
we will destroy all who stand in our way,
everyone.
Madness,
what you want to do is crazy.
You don't stand a chance.
There are chances.
Even if we are the only
ones who know the truth,
it doesn't make us mad.
When will you finally understand this.
Promise me that you will
not let us down.
Yes?
I don't know...
How can one destroy this
perfectly geometric beauty?
I can't!
I don't know what's the matter
I always did everything right, everything!
Yeah right.
Everyone is taken for the same crime,
you know?
You were arrested for thought-crime
just like me.
No that's not true,
I am not guilty,
I did nothing wrong.
I've been loyal to Big Brother
I was just working on Newspeak, that's all.
What will happen to us?
What will happen,
god knows what.
The main thing is not to get into Room 101.
What is Room 101?
Tell me,
do you have any fears?
Are you afraid of something?
Imagine this
all the worst things that
can happen to you and
multiply it by a thousand!
That's what will happen to you in this room.
We all commit crimes
without even knowing it.
Well, maybe,
I don't know,
once,
Maybe,
it could have affected...
Certainly was unwise on my part...
We have prepared new editions of Byron's poems,
and at the end of the line I left one word,
"God".
I've been looking for the right rhymes all day
couldn't find anything.
It was impossible to change the line, you understand.
This is probably my fault...
Room 101!
E-202
Room 101!
No need!
Comrade
Officer,
I already said everything
what else do you want to know from me?
I'm ready to confess everything
Tell me what to confess
and I will confess right there!
Write what you want
and I will sign, I will sign everything,
only do not force me to go in Room 101!
Room 101!
Do what you want,
bring the matter to an end,
let me die,
shoot me,
hang me,
sentence me to twenty-five years.
Tell me whom to snitch on.
Tell me, I'll tell you everything.
I don't care who it will be and what
you will to do with them,
only not Room 101!
Room 101!
Here, here he is, he's the one, take him.
Let me repeat every word of his!
It's him, he's against the Party, not me!
You didn't hear,
I say you didn't hear
The monitor didn't work!
You need him, not me.
Take him!
Room 101!
No!
What, what else do you need?
I confessed everything
I am a spy,
the enemy of the people.
What more do you want from me
I confessed everything
I confessed everything,
what else do you need?
I am a spy
I am an enemy of the people.
What else is needed!
Bitch, bastard, nit, asshole!
Look at you,
what have you become...
How long have I been here,
a week,
month?
Have mercy on me
let me die.
You are here
sixty six days
and sixty six hours.
You are afraid that in another moment
something is going to happen.
What you fear the most is
that your vertebrae snapping apart.
You already see
as one spine breaks from another
and the spinal cord fluid flows out of it.
Are you thinking about this?
That was forty.
You can see that the numbers
on this dial run up to a hundred.
Remember, that I have it in my
power to inflict pain on you at any moment
and to whatever degree I choose.
It's clear?
It's clear.
Do you still think that
reality is something objective?
To become sane
you have to be obedient.
You remember your words
freedom is free
to say that twice two is four?
Yes.
How many fingers do you see?
Four.
And if I say that there are five of them,
then how much?
Four.
How many
fingers do you see
now?
Four,
what can I do, four.
You are not learning well.
How many
fingers?
Four, four
enough, how much is this possible,
stop this pain...
How many fingers do you see?
Five, five, five...
Already better
how many fingers do you see?
Four five,
and I'll try to see five,
I don't know...
Sometimes,
and sometimes they can be
and four and five
and sometimes three
and sometimes this and that.
Everything depends
of lines
our
parties.
It is not easy to become sane!
Please,
let's do it again.
You are not learning well.
How many fingers are on the hand?
Four,
how can i stop seeing this
if it be my eyes,
four...
Tell me what would you like
really see five fingers or
assure me that you see them?
Really see.
Again,
How many
did I raise my fingers?
Four five six,
I know,
I don't know...
Already better.
What do you think
where are you?
Don't know,
I guess
at the Ministry of Love?
Why do you think
do we take people here?
For them to acknowledge.
Nothing like this,
we already know everything.
Think again.
To punish?
Stop imagining what's to come
generations will justify you.
Future generations in general
they don't know anything about you.
We will cancel you
you didn't exist
and you will not exist.
So,
tell me.
How does one man assert
his power over another?
By making him suffer.
Quite right.
Power is in inflicting
pain and humiliation.
Power is in tearing
human minds to pieces
and putting them together
again in new shapes
of your own choosing.
We will destroy everything,
we will create a
new world of
fear and humiliation and lies.
Everything else we destroy.
We have already eradicated
the habit of thinking,
we have uprooted the
sexual instinct,
there will be nothing left
neither science nor art
no culture, no difference
between beauty and ugliness.
If you want to
image the future, imagine
a boot stamping
on a human face,
for ever.
There will always be a face
which you can stamp on with your boots.
It will be a world of terror
as much as a world of triumph,
this is the world we are creating.
You can't!
What do you mean by this?
Such a world is impossible.
Why?
It is impossible to found a civilization
on fear and hatred and cruelty.
Why?
It would never endure.
It would disintegrate, commit suicide.
Nonsense.
You are under the impression that
hatred is more exhausting than love?
And if it were, what
difference would that make?
Before we
finish for today
you can ask me anything you want.
Any question?
Does Big Brother exist?
Of course he exists.
Does he exist
in the same way as I exist?
You do not exist.
I think I exist,
I am conscious of
my own identity.
I was born and I shall die.
I have arms and legs
I occupy a particular
point in space.
No other solid object
can occupy the same point simultaneously.
In that sense,
does Big Brother exist?
It is of no importance. He exists.
Will he ever die?
Of course not.
How could he die?
Tell me how old are you?
I hate Big Brother.
Rejoice,
for from now on we
are perfect.
Before today your own creation, engines,
were more perfect than you.
How?
The beauty of the mechanism
in steady and precise like a pendulum
rhythm.
The mechanism has no imagination.
Have you ever heard
to taps at night at hours
assigned to rest
restlessly tossed and sighed?
No.
And you?
You may well blush with shame!
The Guardians have seen more and more
frequently those smiles and
they have heard your sighs.
It is not your fault.
You are ill.
And the name of your illness is
fantasy.
It's a worm that gnaws
black wrinkles on one’s forehead.
It's a fever that drives one
to run farther and farther,
albeit ‘farther’ may begin
where happiness ends.
It is the last barricade on
our road to happiness and rejoice,
this barricade has been blasted at last,
the road is open!
The latest discovery of our State science
is that there is a centre for fantasy,
a miserable little nervous knot in the lower
region of the frontal lobe of the brain.
A triple treatment of this knot with
X-rays will cure you of fantasy,
forever.
You are perfect.
You are mechanized.
The road to hundred per-cent happiness is open.
Hurry all, young and old,
hurry to undergo the Great Operation.
Attention! The Great Operation has not yet passed
all clinical trials.
Side effects of the Great Operation
myocarditis, osteoarthritis, rash, anaphylaxis,
gangrene, thrombosis, photophobia,
schizophrenia, debilizm, sudden death.
The United State bears no
responsibility for
possible side effects.
According to Article 143 of the Criminal Code
those who do not voluntarily undergo
great operation will be subject to
death penalty and will be expunged
completely from the history of the United State.
Glory to Big Brother!
Glory to Science!
You are in Room 101.
No,
it can't be!
Why?
I worked hard
day and night.
Before you is the most honest member of the Party!
All of my life I have
sincerely hated the enemies of the people.
And the dictionary.
Who will work on it instead of me!
I have shortened our vocabulary
sixty six times.
Nobody before me
could not do this.
Please,
let me go.
I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding here.
What the hell are you doing there!
You,
worked too efficiently
You,
delved into
the very
hidden meaning of
destroyed words.
But the real reason for
your arrest is not that at all.
Your problem is
that you quacked too much!
I?
No,
didn't quack anything,
didn't quack anything to anyone.
I just, I...
Damn, why didn't she prepare the scalpel!
Shut up I tell you!
I know everything,
and do not dare start your bullshit,
even if you
don't understand anything!
We have studied all your
thought-crimes
in advance
to make sure
they did no harm to
our United State.
Last time
we have found
strange
brain activity.
Now tell me,
what
are you most afraid of?
I do not know...
Well, what exactly are you afraid of?
Concrete.
In childhood,
rats...
From early childhood,
I saw them in my dreams.
Have mercy on me dear comrade.
Yes, he sure does look like a rat!
Ugly bastard,
Lousy nit!
Yes, but have mercy!
I am a bastard,
a nonentity!
Yes, I am nothing.
I am nobody.
Have mercy on me for my inner qualities,
for my undeniable loyalty to the Party.
I can fix myself
I can change my
thoughts to be correct.
I can do it.
Right, right!
Your inner qualities
are very needed.
your organs.
We'll cut them out as long as you're alive.
At first
intestines,
Then
kidneys,
Then
liver,
lung.
Without anesthesia, of course.
Until you finally become
useful to
society again!
And your organs
will serve the
members of our
inner party.
No, no, don't, please don't...
Yes.
I even know
where will your kidneys go.
But your brains, to us...
we don't need your lousy brains
what a meaningless organ.
We even have to limit activities
of our artificial intelligence.
Your lousy brains,
we will feed to the dogs.
No no! Why don't you...
Glory to Big Brother!
Glory to Science!
D-503, your pass has been cancelled.
Return home immediately and wait
further instructions.
Work stops tomorrow,
all numbers must appear for the Operation.
Those who do not appear are subject to execution.
The enemies of science will be destroyed.
(Announcer) Attention numbers!
In the eastern parts of the city
a significant part of the numbers moved to
side of the conspirators, enemies of Happiness.
Power lines have been damaged
a fire has started in the city.
Our valiant army will surely soon
defeat the traitors of Happiness, and all of them
will ascend the scaffold.
If you have already gone through the Great Operation,
stay home, for those who haven't yet
had surgery, hurry to the medical
centers.
Are you D-503?
(Announcer) The house is surrounded,
do not try to resist, D-503,
everything is over.
In the name of the United State, you are under arrest.
You will become normal soon.
A special operation will help
you become human...
You will be normal, you have no choice.
Big Brother is watching you.
Big Brother is watching you, Big Brother,
Big, Big...
The facts are this.
That evening, my neighbor,
who discovered the finiteness
of the universe and me, and
everyone who was with us
was taken as not having
operation certificates and taken to
nearest auditorium.
Here we were tied to poles and
were made to undergo the Great Operation.
The next day I told everything known
to me about the enemies of happiness.
Why before it seemed hard for me to go,
I cannot understand.
The only explanation seems to be
my illness, my soul.
Tomorrow all the traitors of Happiness will ascend
the steps of the Great Machine.
No postponement is possible
for there still is chaos,
groaning, cadavers, beasts in the western section,
and to our regret there are still quantities of
Numbers who betrayed Reason.
But on the transverse avenue Forty,
we succeeded in establishing
a temporary Wall of high voltage waves.
And I hope we win.
More than that; I am certain we shall win.
For Reason must win.
Starring
Aleksandr Obmanov
Diana Ringo
Aleksei Sharanin
Vladislav Kuvitsyn
Sergei Budanov
Anton Biryukov
Vladimir Ivaniy
Aleksei Shamayev
Sergei Nikitin
Sergei Khrustalev
Dima Rubin
Evgeniy Kazak
Viktor Korovin
Ilya Droznin
Ilya Yaroslavtsev
Maksim Shilov
Based on the novel "1984" by George Orwell
and on the novel "We" by Evgeniy Zamyatin
Director
Diana Ringo
Editing
Diana Ringo
Composer and sound engineer
Diana Ringo
Cinematography
Diana Ringo
Sound effects
YLE
Sunset Editorial
AElita Productions
Starring
Mathematician D-503 Aleksandr Obmanov
Prisoner E-202 Vladimir Ivaniy
Author of Newspeak C-340 Aleksei Sharanin
Manager of the art-department I-330 Diana Ringo
Investigator at the hospital Dima Rubin
Investigator at the prison Sergei Khrustalev
Younger doctor Vladislav Kuvitsyn
Older doctor Sergei Budanov
Enemy of the people L-723 Anton Biryukov
Party member R-13 Sergei Nikitin
Minister of the United State Aleksei Shamayev
Party member M-110 Ilya Yaroslavtsev
Prison guard Ilya Droznin
Assistant of the investigator at the hospital Viktor Korovin
Police worker Maksim Shilov
Fitness-instructor Elena Ringo
Security-camera operator Rimant Gurskis