All language subtitles for Brave New World - Part 2 (1980)

I have called the members of the
upper staff of the plant here for ...

... a necessary,
but unfortunous reason.

As Director of the
Central Hatcheries Plant, ...

... I have a special responsibility, ...
to see that it's reputation remains
absolutely spotless.

Unfortunately, ...
a blemish has appeared.

A blemish that, if allowed
to remain, could tarnish the
reputation of the entire plant.

I speak, of course,
of Mr. Bernard Marx.

I have, if I may say so,
been overly indulgent with Mr. Marx.

His work record has been
deficient ... in all respects.

Still, ... that could possibly
be overlooked.

But Mr. Marx's morals, ...
or should I say ... lack of morals,
... cannot be ignored.

He has been officially observed
alone on numerous occasions.

He has twice refused to attend
High Holy Syntho-Sex services ...

... and that is by no means ... the
complete extend of his immorality.

Mr. Bernard Marx ... has engaged
... with only three females
... in the last year !

Therefore I have decided to
request his immediate transfer
to the free island of Iceland.

And I'm sure, after what you've heard
here of Mr. Marx's record, ...

... each of you ...
approves my decision.

- Marx there ?
- Yes. But there's also ...

Doesn't matter,
whatever it is can wait.
Send him in.

Well ! Mr. Marx.

I suppose you know why you've
been summoned here today ?

Yes.

I've decided to make an example of you.

So it'll be clear that deviance
and immorality will not be tolerated.

That is why, as you see,
I've called the staff together.

So they derive the proper
moral lesson from witnessing
your disgrace and your dismissal.

- Good.
- Good ?
- Yes, good !

I'm glad they're all here.

Mr. Marx you seem to
be taking this very lightly.

But once you've been transferred
to Iceland you'll begin to realize ...

- Just one moment !
- Do you realize that you're
interrupting me ?

Yes, I realize it. ... But there's
something of particular interest
I'd like to bring to your attention.

I'm not interested in anything
you have to show me, Marx.

I think you'll be interested
in this, Director.

Where is he ? ...
Where's my Tomakin ?

Oh, that's him !
Of course it is.

Did you really think I wouldn't
recognize my very own Tomakin ?

Stop it ! What are you doing ?

Get ... Get away from me !

Don't you remember me, Tomakin ?
Don't you remember your little Lindakin ?

Get this awful creature away from
me ! I have no idea who she is ! I've
never seen her before in my life !

Oh yes, you have ! ...
You took her to the
Savage Reservation with you.

You ?

It's me, ... your Lindakin.

You can't be, I ...
You're dead.

The female I took with me, she died.

It's a lie !

Marx, he's the one !
He's behind this !

I didn't die, Tomakin.
The savages found me
and took me to their village.

And I couldn't leave, because ...

... because of ...

... our John.

John ?

John ? ...
Wha ... what are
you talking about ?

Father !

Oh, the shame of it.
... The shame of it !

My whole reputation, gone. ...
After years of dedicated work.

Not a single ... moral
blemish on my Computo-file.

I ... never allowed myself to engage ...
the same female three times in one month.

I faithfully attended ...
Orgy services each
and every week.

- It just isn't fair !
- Yes, I see your point.

But unfortunately your past good
record cannot undo the scandal.

- Well, it's his fault ! He planned it all !
- Surely not all of it.

Bernard wasn't even in his embryo-bag
when you went to the Savage
Reservation with Linda Lysenko.

- It wasn't my fault.
- Perhaps not. But it did happen.

I know. ...
I know.

Everyone is snickering at me and pointing
at me. I just can't face anyone again !
I just don't know what to do !

It's just a thought, but ... maybe if you went
away somewhere, somewhere ... far away ?

Yes, ... someplace where they
don't know about me.

- I see, you want a transfer.
- Yes ... Yes a transfer to some place
where they don't know about me, ...

... this awful scandal,
... or where I won't be
the object of ridicule.

I've heard ... there's an opening with
the Hatcheries Sub-station on ... Iceland.

Iceland ? Yes, that
sounds ... remote enough.

Would you see that his ... transfer to
Iceland is put through immediately ?

This way.

Mh, ... that awful ... Linda creature,
she isn't out there, is she ?

No she didn't come, just your
... your son.

Oh no, no, no.

Perhaps you better
take him the other way.

- What a shame. ...
- Yes, I could tell how deeply affected you
were by his predicament, Mr. Marx.

Well, I mean, it's sad, a man who has
given so much to so many, out like that.

Oh, then you've modified your
opinions of our society I take it ?

You know, Your Fordship, ...
I don't know who has been telling
you things like that about me.

That's of no consequence now.

You seem to have made
quite a splash with your savage.

Oh, it's amazing ! People are clamoring.

I've received Tele-calls from ...
some of the most respected people.

Everyone wants to
know what he's really like.

Yes, I'm sure. ... But, for the moment,
... I've much more concern ...
what he thinks of us.

I'm going to leave you in charge of him.

But of course, ... I will require complete
reports on everything he does.

- You understand ?
- Yes, of course, Your Fordship !

So this is the savage !
... Well, ... come in !

- I'm summoned forth.
- But you'll get to come and
see me, won't you ?

- Is that allowed ?
- Oh yes, that's allowed here,
... in fact, ... required.

But come along now,
you'll have time for that later.

Fare thee well at once.
Bernard, ...

- What's going to happen to him ?
- As a matter of fact, I've been getting
full responsability over him, ...

... by His Fordship personally.

I've been instructed to show him
everything and to report back directly.

Oh, ... well that won't leave
much time engaging, won't it ?

- I'm afraid I'm going to be rather busy.
- I meant John.

Perhaps I can work
something out for you.

- Well then, what shall we call you ?
- My name is John. ...
- But your last name I mean.

Why not ... Savage ?

Mr. John Savage,
how does that strike you for a name ?

It woulds't not.
A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

A rose ?

Oh yes, of course !

- You do not have roses here do you ?
- Oh, I'm sure we do. In one of our
Nature-Nausea classes or museums.

But don't people wish
to see flowers growing ?

Oh, they did once. ... But we found
that flowers are counter-productive.

A time that could have spend
producing or consuming was
wasted idly looking at flowers.

- I'm afraid I do not understand.
- Well of course you don't. Yet.
But you will.

- That is, if you stay with us ?
- You're not going to send me back ?

No ! No ! ...
And only if you wish.

You see Mr. Savage, ... here in our world
you may do anything you wish, be
anything you wish, have anything you wish.

Yes, and have ... anyone you wish.

Linda ? ... Linda ?

No no, Mr. Savage, you musn't disturb her.
She's having her Joy-hour.

- How do I know she's alright ?
- You can see for yourself.
Just look at her.

She is happy. ...
Then beasts that reason not
and lack all discourse are happy.

Linda ? Linda ?

- Go away.
- But it's John, your son !

- Go away !
- Soma ! Soma ! So ...

Now see what you've done.
You've completely thrown her
off her Soma schedule !

- I'm very sorry.
- That is all Nanny-nurse.

I'm Philips Parkcludence,
the Chief Dispenser.
What is it Mr. Savage ?

- Linda, I want to have her with me.
- Quite out of the question.

- But she belongs with me, she's my mother.
- I will not tolerate that sort of dirty
language in my dispensary, Mr. Savage.

And if you plan to say any more filthy
things like that, I'll simply have to ask
you to leave, immediately.

This way, please.

I ... I'm sorry, forgive me.
But I do want to have her with me.

I don't think you understand, Mr. Savage.
Here we have her on a strict soma schedule,
two happiness hours, one full joy hour a day.

Without proper dispensary supervision
she would immediately 'Soma-coma'.

And if she didn't get any Soma ?

Then she would, of course,
scream incessantly.
Is that what you want ?

Oh, no no no no.

But ... this Soma, aren't you actually
shortening her life by giving so much.

In one sense, yes.
But in another we're
actually lenghtening it.

- A 'Mega Soma-coma' is a bit what
the ancients used to call ... "eternity".
- Eternity ?

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

- You mean that ?
- Not exactly.

In any case, Mr. Savage,
you can be sure we do
everything possible for her here.

Although nothing,
of course, can save her.

- You don't mean she's dying now ! ?
- No, no, not now.

But of course sooner or later the
'Mega-Soma dosis' will lead
to paralysis of the respiratory sector.

Her breathing will then cease
and she will die of terminal bliss.

I want to be with her when ...

- How soon will it happen ?
- It's difficult to say.
Especially in her case.

The first sign is usually
a brief reality relapse.

- Of course, you don't want
to see her then.
- But I would !

Very well, Mr. Savage.
I'll see that you're contacted.

To: His Fordship, Mustapha Mond. Western World Controller.
From: Bernard Marx.
Subject: John Savage.

I first took the Savage to the
Great Cathedral of Our Ford.

He was obviously inspired by the deep
synthetic reverence of the worshipers.

And I believe I was able to explain
him the rudiments of surrogate
spirituality and 'placebic' belief.

John's tour of a Senior Kindergarten
Conditioning School was, under my
close guidance, a complete success.

Naturally I couldn't explain all
the educational intricacies such
as Advanced Play-Math to him.

But I believe that with my further help
he may well be able to grasp some
of the simpler things such as ...

... Nature-Nausea
reinforcement conditioning.

Bernard, why ...

While the Savage was obviously charmed
by the primary Erotic Play class, it did
seem to raise a question in his mind.

He asked again: "Where were the ...
mothers ... where the children came from ?"

Now, Mr. Savage,
I think you'll find this
very interesting.

After the embryos are bagged,
they come along here for
initial model selection.

At the moment we're
turning out redesigned Deltas.

Oh, Juliette move not.
And on thy sweet lips would
.... my soul be perched.

Mr. Savage ?
Come along ?

I want to show you
our all new and fully improved
Bokanovski Embryomatic Separator.

One Epsilon unit goes in
and out come sixty reproductions.

Absolutely identical to the original in
every production detail. Come along.

I'm sorry, please no more questions,
we must keep on schedule ...

- Are you engaging anyone tonight ?
- Perhaps, I'll give you a Tele-call. Thank you.

John, hurry, we'll be late for
the Ford's day Syntho-service.

- What are they doing ?
- These are the Delta workers
receiving their daily ration of Soma.

- Like Linda ?
- Yes, not as much,
but the same thing.

- Why ?
- Why ?
- You said they were happy ?

- Of course, they're happy.
Everyone's happy.
- Then why do they take the Soma ?

Because it's prescribed,
three after work and
six on the Ford's day.

- Why, Bernard ?
- John, really, you must stop
using that word.

Over here Mr. Savage !

That's enough, we have to
go on with our tour for
Mr. Savage. No more pictures.

But we need a statement for the
Daily Tele-Times. ... Say one of
your funny things Mr. Savage !

O for a Muse of fire, that would
ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act.
And nobles to behold the swelling scene !

- It's wonderful.
- That's just perfect !
- Shall I go on ?

Say something more, anything !

That's all, I'm sorry, we must
go on with our tour. You can all
interview Mr. Savage later on.

Right this way, Mr. Savage.

I hope
that none of that upset him ?

I mean, I do hope that you won't
put anything unfavourable about
our operation in your report ?

Well, we'll see.

You can count on me to leave out
any minor matters as long we
understand eachother.

Oh we do, we do Mr. Marx.
I assure you.

Carefull Mr. Savage ! Not too close.

- What is this ?
- Those are Helio-fusion tubes.

You see we take Helio-energy
from the sun. ... The sun.
up there. ... hot-hot ?

Then we pipe it thousands and thousands
of feet down there - underground - where
it is turned into nuclear-fusion energy.

Bubble bubble.
Fizz fizz.

Then back up comes fusion-energy
through those tubes.
It's really quite simple.

Approach,
thou beacon to this under globe !

And thou, all-shaking thunder, strike
down the thick rotundity o' th' world !

Well, yes,
I suppose you could put it that way.

You will put that in your
report, won't you ? I mean that
I explained everything to him ?

What's wrong with them ?

Oh, that's a batch of our specially
sub-stunted Epsilon workers.

As you can see, Mr. Savage,
they were designed specifically
for Helio-fusion work.

Heat-emotion pigment,
growth-inhibiting hormones.

You will note that their bodies
were designed to fit perfectly
into the coils of the tubes.

Bernard, may we go ?

- Oh, but we haven't seen the
Delta Radio-fax workers yet, we haven't ...
- I must go.

I feel a sickness of spirit.
I'm sorry.

- Oh, perhaps we better go.
- You won't put any of this
in your report, won't you ?

We have to leave.

You're behind schedule. ...
Take your elevator down
for another batch.

You did extremely well the other
day at Obstacle Golf. I mean for
having never played the game before.

But it's not a game, Bernard. Everyone
sits at that machine pressing buttons, ...

... but no-one runs or jumps
or throws like in a game.

It ... It used to be like that once,
I think. With a round object that
people used to hit with ... sticks.

Naturally, not many people
could play at the same time.

But as soon as they replaced these
sticks and round things with machines, ...

... so more people
could spend more time
consuming more energy.

But no-one plays though, Bernard.

- Why do you call it a game ?
- Because ... Because that's what it's called.
Central Slumbertorium. Two. Priority.

Very good, sir. First level. Pink beam.

What is this, Bernard ?

This is the Slumbertorium
Garden of the Departed Ones.
And there is no need to whisper.

- Beautiful, aren't they ?
- Are they truly dead ?

Oh, yes. Naturally, the departed ones
are shipped here for formal 'Cosmetic
Reconstitution' until they passed on.

But I can assure you
this is exactly the way
each one looked in their real life.

- What killed them ?
- Oh, nothing at all.

By taking the correct chemicals we
all stay young till ... perhaps 80, 90.

That's when the, uh,
metabolic strain causes P.P.O.
... that's 'Peacefull Passing On'.

There is a right for
Creative Cremation.

It's alright,
you pushed a Disposa-button.

- Where did he go !?
- Down to the Chemo-recovery furnace.

The bodies are brought here for
Cosmetic Reconstitution before
cremation and final chemo-recovery. ...

... That way the chemicals
that are salvaged from the body
are returned to usefulness, ...

... and the individual goes around
being part of the Greater Society forever.

- Do you want to play
the Plop-Plop game ?
- Yeah !

- Well, have you all finished your
'Yum-Yum Soma-candy' ?
- Yeah !

Since you've all been very, very good
on our Death-Training pick-nick,
I guess it's time for your reward !

- Each gets one Plop-Plop !
- Yeh !
- But just one !

Go on.

- Alright children, all together:
- Death is perfect, death is fun,
death is good for everyone !

Good ! Very good !

Let's do it again and show
Mr. Savage here, how we sing our
'We're not afraid of dying' song.

When there's no-one left,
sing the song of death, ...

... for a twenty corpses, baking in a stew,
making pretty chemicals, just for me and you.
...

No ! No, You don't understand !

Death is dark as night !

In that country from whose bourne,
no traveler returns.

And none need caught death,
but death will come to each.

And so let us sit upon the ground ...
and tell sad stories of the death of kings.

- Let us talk of graves ...
- Really Mr. Savage, ... you've completely
ruined my Death-Training class.

Now I'll have to start
all over with them again.

Come on children, we'll go back to the
dying-in-hospital and have a fun pick-nick.
Come on. Come on.

If you ask me, I think
you better starting educating
your savage, Mr. Marx !

Come on.

I'm sorry, Bernard. ...
I seem to have done something wrong.

John, ... this incident is
strictly between you and me.

And the savage then completely disrupted
an advanced Syntho-Philosophy course by
asking strange questions to the students.

What sort of questions exactly ?

Well, ... here for instance,
he asked them to explain to him why ...

... life ... was a tale told by an idiot full
of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

- Some sort of primitive gibberish, obviously.
- Ah, yes. Macbeth. ... Yes, obviously gibberish.

- How about females ?
How many has he engaged with ... so far ?
- None !

I know it's incredible. ... But atleast
according ot this report from Bernard Marx,
that does seem to be the case.

And despite several illustrated
lectures on morality,
he still seems to attached to his ...

- His mother ?
- Yes, his mother. Decidedly unnatural.

For us, of course.
But not for John Savage.
Not yet.

But, suppose he ... contaminates others
with his sort of base animalistic attitude ?

- Unnatural is unnatural.
- Perhaps, but then that is precisely
what the experiment is all about.

To determine whether
the Savage can adjust to
our higher plain of morality.

Of course, ... if that proves to be impossible,
the experiment has to be terminated.

Should I advise Bernard Marx of that ?

No, I don't think so.
Afterall Mr. Marx is part
of that experiment now too.

I think I've really done
wonders with this boy.

Cause you've no idea how difficult
this sort of responsibility can be.

Tours, interviews,
lectures and of course, ...

... our Fordship wants me to report
personally about the Savage.

Well, I suppose I should be quite
impressed with you these days, Bernard.

Oh well, ... enough about me. ...
Tell me about yourself, Helmholtz.
What have you been doing ?

Just a small piece of my
own I've been working on.

- Maybe you'd like me to show it to you ?
- I'd love to, but I don't have the time.

- I'm sorry. You do understand, do you ?
- Yes, I think I do.

- You've changed, Bernard.
- I'm not surprised that you noticed.
Everyone has.

As a matter of fact, just yesterday
Sigmunda Loose, head of the Human
Element Reconditioning Bureau, ...

... told me that everyone's been
saying that I'm really a new,
... improved ... Bernard Marx.

What happened to the young man
I used to be able to share any ...

... concerns with and ... questions on
the nature of free will ?

What happened to the young man,
who so often, wondered what it would
be like, to live free of conditioning ?

What happened to that
... Bernard Marx ?

All Computo-lescent nonsense,
I've outgrown all that.

I really have to hurry
if I want to make my
engagement with Sigmunda. Hm ...

Helmholtz, just a word to the
... wise from a friend.

The sort of things,
that you were talking about,
... concerns free will.

- I really think you should
be more carefull.
- I will.

Tonight ?
You're going to engage the Savage tonight ?
How thrilling !

- Bernard arranged.
- Oh, I really do envy you Lenina.

I mean, everybody's talking about you
being interviewed by the Feelie-tone News, ...

... being asked to lecture at the
Young Women's Fordian Association
and being engaged by the President

... of the External and Internal
Secretions Corporations.

- Oh, it's all so wonderfull. Except ...
- What ?

For one part of it
bothers me a little.

The trouble is I feel like
I'm getting all this attention
under false pretenses.

The first thing everyone wants to know is:
"What's it's like to engage the Savage ?"

The trouble is ...
I just can't tell them.

- Because I don't know.
- You don't know ?

You mean ... You mean you've never
engaged with the Savage ?

- Why not ?
- I've given him every opportunity !

There must just
be something about me
that he doesn't like.

Although I can't imagine
what it could be.

Well I don't know either, I mean,
you're very pneumatic.

Maybe tonight will be different.
We're going to see the new Feelie.

And then we're going to take a
Sens-u-Pleasure Tour. ... He's bound
to be in the right mood after that.

Everyone says it's just wonderful !
It's about this Blast-o-food worker,
that's Roger ...

... and he eats something that
accidentally preconditions him ... and
when he sees June, he only wants her, ...

... but because he's sick, he doesn't
want anybody else to have her either.

- So he comes all alone at night to the ...
- Shh !

Oh, there is my June !
... Just like the moon.

Up there in the sky,
like a big plastic pie.

Who's there ?
... Roger ?
... Roger !

- Where are you Roger ?
- Here I am !

Oh come fly away with me,
and be my little Valentine.

We'll engage all day,
and engage all night.

And soar forever to the highest height.

What is it, what's wrong ?

You have to put your hand on
the Feelie-mitt, ... or else you
won't get all the effects.

Oh Juny-June,
I swear by yonder moony-moon.

Hmmph, no, no !

I hear someone coming !
... You must go ! Quick !

Saying goodbye is so much fun,
that I will keep it up 'till night is done.

No ! No, it's wrong ! Romeo
and Juliette isn't like that !

Lenina, ... you shouldn't
go to see things like that.

- The Feelie you mean ?
- It was based and ignoble.
It was unworthy of someone like you.

Well, ... I didn't know it was going to be
like that. ... That it would be something
that would upset you, I mean.

- You didn't know ?
Well then, that explains everything.
- It does ?

Oh, then I'm glad !

- Well. ... Good night.
- Good night !?

Aren't you ...
I mean I thought that ...

- No.
- Don't you like me ?

Don't you like the way I look ? ...
Why don't you just come in and ...

No, I musn't.
Good night.

- No Henry.
- But why ?

I ...

I don't know.

- What do you think ?
- It's fine, I'm sure.
- Fine ? Fine !?

This is going to be perfect !
You don't know
who I've got coming,

Director of the Institute of Illustrated Mechanics
Headmistress of Harvard
Head of the Joint Chiefs of Computability ...

President of the Council of Decantation Control.
This is just the beginning !

You name them, I've got them !

Oh ... and Helmholtz, if you would like
to come yourself, that's fine, you're more than
welcome to. Excuse me for one moment.

You realize that my guests
are from the top echelon society.
... I want the best.

- High tone stuff you mean.
Like after the Feelie is over ?
- That's fine.

But the 'How I love that dear old bottle of mine' ?
Can you play that ?

Yes, it's programmed
for that one too.

That's what I'm talking about.
We want things that are sedate.

Good old Mr. Marx,
strictly high-class stuff.

It's such a responsibility,
but ... I suppose it is worth it.

After this party,
I'll shure be invited everywhere.

- Is that what you want, Bernard ?
- Of course ! Don't you ?
- I suppose, or at least I know I used to.

I'll put a word in
with the right people
for your home holds.

Well, since I've been in charge of
John I've met some influential people.

- Where is John ?
Oh, John ! He should be out here by now.
I better go check on him.

You're absolutley sure
you won't stay for the party, Helmholtz ?

- I don't think I'll fit in with your guests.
- I'm sure you know best.

What are you doing ?
No no ! That won't do at all !
What ? What you're wearing !

I told you, I want you to
change back into what you had on
when you came from the Reservation.

Bernard! ...
I need to talk to you about some things.

- John, my guests are arriving.
- I need to talk to you about Lenina.
- No, no, she will not do at all.

Now listen ... They're expecting to see
the Savage naturally. I want you to look
like a savage. Change.

- Mr. Marx, where is the Savage ?
- He's getting ready.

There's Elton Lynn,
a marvelous Tele-cartoonist.
If you pardon me for one minute ...

Anita Shapely, Director of the Bureau of
Standards and Practices of Socio-Sex Norms.

- Bernard Marx ?
- Yes,
- I thought so. From your record of course.

- My record ?
- Oh yes, we keep all Sex-Deviants records on file.

Now I think it would be best
if I saw the Savage alone.

Naturally, I prefer to conduct my
Socio-Sex examinations in privacy,

- So if you could just show me to him.
- I couldn't ! I-I-I'm ...

Couldn't ? ... Perhaps you're
forgetting about the file on your
deviant perversions, Mr. Marx ?

Mr. J. Edgar Milhouse, Professor of
Shredology of the Advanced College
of Histo-Bunk Rectification Studies.

- Prof. Milhouse, I...I'm so delighted ...
- Who are you ? ...
- I'm your host, I'm Bernard Marx.

Ah well. Well, where is he ?
Where is the Savage ?

I didn't come here to chitchat.
I want to see him. Now !

Yes, of course Professor, of course.
I'm just on my way to get him.
Just a moment.

Her Reverence Archdeaconess Rona
DeMille, Director of Orgy-Porgy
Services and Disco-Worship.

Your Reverence,
I shall return in one moment.

You have to come out John,
and that's all there is to it.

I promised everyone that they
can meet you and everyone is here.

You should have asked me first,
whether I want to meet them.

But you don't even have to say anything.
Oh, maybe one or two of your little speeches,
where you ...

Please come out, John. Please.

I will not be as flies to wanton boys,
... they kill us for their sport.

That's exactly the sort of
thing that I'm talking about.

That's exactly, what I mean.
If you could just come and
say something ...

... wonderful to them like that,
they would adore you ! ...
- No.

John how could you act like that ?
... After all that I've done for you ?

Bringing you back here
and everything else ?
... John.

This party is very important for me
and it should be important to you also !

So everybody's here !
Everyone who matters !
They're all waiting to see you !

John you're acting
like an absolute Epsilon !

I promise he's on his way !
He'll be right here, he's coming !

Excuse me, you haven't tasted the
artificial soybean pods, delicious !

No, I haven't ! And I do not intend to !
I have never been so humiliated in my life !

Imagine ! Rearranging my entire
schedule to come here
and examine the Savage.

- And all for nothing !
- Oh no no, not all for nothing.
He's a marvelous ...

I made a note of this Marx, ...
as far as I'm concerned, you should
have been sent away somewhere.

- And after this, you will be.
- Professor, what ...

And to think I was actually
going to invite him to a
High-Holy Disco-Mass, ...

... you can be certain
that after this he'll never
be invited anywhere.

- Would you all just please wait once ...
- Don't think you'll get away with this,
you little nothing.

I'm going to see that
everyone finds out about
this little fiasco you staged.

- If you would all wait and
be patient for one moment !

Obviously Thomas was right about you !
Now everyone will know
what you're really like !

Benito, don't go ! We can talk about
old times, we've always been friends !

Not now, Bernard. I mean,
if stay here with you,
then they start laughing at me too.

Get out here.
Get out of here, all of you !
Get out ! Just get out !

Get out of here !

Stop playing. Get out.

Get out of here !
What, are you deaf ?

Bernard ?

Did you send them away ?

No, they left. ...
When they couldn't see you,
they just left.

It's a scandal.
Everybody is going to
be talking about it.

Everyone is going to be
laughing at me.

Once in Malpais, on the Reservation,
... more than anything I wanted to be
chosen to be one of the hunters.

They didn't want me.
... They laughed at me.

- Well what did you do ?
- I hunted alone.

Well, it's not like that here, John.
The most important thing is
Community, Identity, ... Stability.

It's wrong to do something alone.
... Besides, what would I do ?

Anything you wished to do.

Um, I know you want to help and
I appreciate it, but you couldn't possibly
understand what I'm going through.

Afterall, you're nothing
but an uncivilized savage.

- Bernard, ...
everything will be allright again.
- I don't think so.

I think it will be exactly
... the way it was before.

To my you, when I first met you ?
... But that would be very good !

- What are you talking about ?
- Oh Bernard, there's nothing wrong
with being unhappy.

Perhaps I do not understand. ...
Perhaps you should speak
to a friend you can trust.

- You have a friend, don't you ?
- Of course I do. I have
dozens of them. ... Dozens.

Helmholtz ! He's got time
for me day ... night.
... Come on.

- Whoever it is, ... go away !
I don't want see anyone !
- Helmholtz, it's me !

Please ! There are people trying to engage !
Instead of wandering about shouting
in the middle of the night !

Oh, Bernard, John. ...
Well come in, come in.

Really. Some people just
have no sense of decency at all !

It was horrible ! ...
To have everyone
... leave me there.

To be left
... alone,
... all alone.

- You can't imagine what that felt like !
- But I can ! That's exactly what happened !

I found out I could imagine it !

I was told to give a guest lecture
at the school for Advanced
Emotional Engineering ...

... and I don't know what suddenly
possessed me, but instead of ... using
the prescribed rhymes as examples, ...

... I started reciting a work of my own.

- A new Jingle. Well what's the harm in that ?
- No, it's different than that. Wait.

Here.

I'll read some of it for you.

I flee ... from all committees,
stick ... but a broken drum. ...

... Midnight in the city.
Suits ... in a vacuum. ...

... Shut-eye sleepy faces,
every stopped machine. ...

Oh Stop it !

I know !
I know, it's full of ideas !
Dissident ideas !

There's even a part later on
about ... the pleasures of solitude.

Don't read it !

Ideas like that, my Ford !
Suppose they got inside
someone's hand !

Yes, that's what the president
of the Solidarity Council said, ...
when I had to appear before them.

And of course they're right,
I know they're right ! I can't ...

You should have destroyed these,
Computo-shredded them ! They're
not-Jingles, I ... I have no idea what they are.

- Poetry.
- Poetry !?
- Po-e-try !?

What kind of thing is this ?
Explain it to me.

Well it's ...
It's not like anything else.
... It's beautiful.

Like this: ...

What a piece of work is a man, ...
how noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties, ...

... in form and moving, how express and
admirable, and in action how like an
angel in apprehension, how like a god.

That's worse than what Helmholtz read !

Beauty of the world, ... the paragon of animals, ...
and yet to me what is this quintessence ... of dust.

- Just stop it ! Stop it !
- Bernard !

Bernard is right.

The words aren't civilized, vulgar.

And yet the sound,
the sound ... the rythm ...

Obviously whoever wrote them was a
first-rate propaganda technician. Some
... primitive Jingle-writer, I suppose.

But the ... emotion !
The ... idea !
Grief, hate !

Computo-lescents
vowing to angels and gods !

No, it's all too uncivilized, vulgar.

If only there was some ... kind of
believable madness and violence
and passion that one could write about.

But what ? ...
What could it be ?

First of all, ...

... I hope that You Fordship understands
that I've made every attempt ...
to reform the Savage's thinking.

As a matter of fact
that ... constant contact with
the Savage has allowed me ...

... to rededicate myself
to the ... ultimate principles of
Community, Identity, Stability.

- So that ... I can fulfill ...
- Yes, I'm sure it has Mr. Marx. I'm sure.

But at the moment, I'm much more interested
in the social and emotional development
of the Savage, than I am in you.

Oh yes, of course, I'm getting to that.
I merely wanted to make sure that
Your Fordship understood that ... any ...

... maladjustment shown on the
part of the Savage is ... not my fault.

Then whose fault is it, Mr. Marx ?

Well, ... as a matter of fact, ...
he's been spending a great deal
of time with ... Helmholtz Watson.

They seem to be spending hours together
talking about all sorts of aberrational
things like grief, passion, ... love.

- Not that I let myself beeing at least
contaminated about what they're saying.
- But of course, you listened to it ?

Yes, of course, I have to.
It's part of my duty, isn't it ?

- On the other hand, if you feel I shouldn't ...
- No ! Not at all. ... How else would you
be able to report ... to me ?

Yes, that's what I ... thought.
And, of course, it's the
only reason I did listen.

You say the Savage talks a great
deal about passion ... and in fact love.

Perhaps his maladjustment has
to do with his relations with women.

It can't be. He doesn't have any.
Relations with women I mean. Not that I
haven't tried my very best to ...

... explain, that he should engage with
as many women as possible, ...

... but apparently he's just too
primitive to understand about morality.

As a matter of fact, he actually
... seems to think it's wrong ...
to want more than one female.

Then there is one particular
female he's shown a more
than ordinary interest in.

Yes, I've made do-note of it.
I can give you the name.

Not that I've observed them myself, but ...
I did hear the Savage mention ... the name to
Helmholtz. It's Lenina, ... Lenina Disney.

Perhaps I could speak to her if you like,
mh, ... warn her of the consequences.

No. ... Since she is apparently
part of the experiment now too.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Cease all Computo-six order operations.
Wrong button ! Wrong button !

What happened Lenina ?

I don't know ! I was supposed to
be fertilizing a batch of Gamma females
and I think I turned them all into Epsilon males.

There, you see. It's all right now !
... And besides, they can always use
an extra batch Epsilons.

But that's the third mistake I made today.
I don't know what's wrong with me !

Well I do. You haven't engaged
with a single man in over a week ...

... and you refused to go to the
Orgy-session last night at the YWFA.

I suppose everybody's talking
about how bad and immoral I am,
but ... I just can't help myself.

All I want is him, John. ...
But he doesn't want me.

Oh, nonsense ! I mean, every man
wants you, why wouldn't he ?

Yes, ...
why shouldn't he ?

Oh Helmholtz !
I'm very glad you could come.
I need to talk to you.

I'm here for you, John.

I just don't understand you. ...
Sometimes I think you want me
and sometimes I think youh don't.

- Don't you like me even a little ?
- Oh yes. Oh yes, ... more than that.

- More than words can wheel the matter.
- Oh ... I knew you really wanted to be with me.

- You do, don't you ?
- Lenina, I want to be with you
always, forever, for all eternity.

No ! ... Don't say things like that !

First you say such nice things
to me, ... then you talk to me as if
I were some awful, bad woman.

Oh, no. ... You, so perfect,
so perfect and so peerless, ...
created of every creatures best.

- But if I'm so perfect then ...
why haven't you asked for me ?
- Because I'm not worthy of you.

In Malpais ... I would've brought you the skin
of a mountain lion, but here I do not know
what it is ... I should do ... to prove myself to you.

Lenina, ... set me a task, anything ! ...
I'll make mountains level and the
continent melt itself into the sea.

Oh mistress that I serve, ...
who makes my labours pleasure. If only this.
... Let me fetch and carry for you.

But why ? ...
There are machines to do everything.
... Or at least Epsilon semi-morons.

Besides, ... you needn't do
anything at all. ... Just take me.
... Oh please, take me.

Oh please, make me quick.
I'll set my dials
so you can drive me wild.

Oh, hug me ! ...
Hug me 'till you drug me. ...
Give me a kiss that's full of bliss.

Oh shame, where is thy blush ?

Impudent Strumpet, whore !
Get thee to another and go !

A what ?

Assume a virtue, if you have it not !
... Out of my sight, damned whore !

A gramme is better than a damn !
When your nerves go jingle-jangle,
Soma will make you spick-and-spangle.

The fitchew nor the soiled horse
goes to't with a more riotous appetite.

Oh frialty,
thy name is woman.

Was this goodly book
made to write 'whore' upon it ?

- Huh ? Yes ?
- John Savage ?

- Yes, this is John Savage.
- Linda Lysenko.

- How serious ?
- Approaching terminal bliss.

Euphoria, dying in the hospital,
I'll be on my way.

I did love you ... once.
... And love is madness.

John ?

- It's Tele-call, it's allright.
- What is all this commotion about ?

- He insists on going into
Intensive Euphoria Unit.
- Are you the Head-Nanny nurse ?

My name is John Savage,
there's someone here,
Linda Lysenko, I have to see her.

I'm sorry, but no visitors are
allowed in the IEU-ward without
permission from the Chief Dispenser.

I received a call
she was dying.

Of course, we naturally assumed
that you would be glad to hear the news.

I'm not glad to hear it !

Well we can't have that.
After all death is happy, death is good.

- I'll see that you get an Amphetapep pill.
- No no, I don't want a pill. ...
I just want to see my mother.

Mr. Savage, we don't allow
that sort of dirty talk in here.

- That is all Nanny-Nurse ?
- Yes, Chief Dispenser.

Now then, Mr. Savage.
I assume that you're here
about Linda Lysenko.

Well I can only tell you that
she's doing extremely well.

Her 'Mega-Soma infusions'
have had to be slightly increased.

But she really seems quite cheery
and happy as of course is normal.

Altogether, we're quite pleased
with her condition.

- You mean, she's going to be allright ?
- She is allright, Mr. Savage.

But ... But the Tele-call.
They said she was dying.

Yes, any moment now
I should imagine.

Tests indicate ... it will really be
quite quick and simple, ... no need at
all for a Central Euthanasia treatment.

- May I see her first ?
- I can't imagine why.

But she's through there,
in the Final Euphoria Lounge. ...
Don't disturb the others who are dying.

- Others ?
- Of course. ...
Death is social and death is shared.

- There !
- Yes, exquisite isn't ?

Of course, I can't do the sort
of finished artistic work
they do on post-termination ...

... with Moulded Plastic Application,
Silicone injection and ... pigment infusion.

Still, I actually prefer the little ...
How shall I call it ?

... lifelike quality that's always
lacking in post-termination.

This ... isn't
Linda Lysenko.

No. ... I was going to start next on
her. And believe me, you absolutely
will not know her when I'm through.

No.

But results are so much better
if I can start while they're in pre-terminal ...

No !

Well, ...
if you don't care
how she looks.

Linda. ... Linda.

Hmm, John, hmm.

Were you playing outside ?

- Yes.
- Mhh.

You have to study now, ... so ...

When we go back to the Other Place,
... you'll know everything.
... Mhh.

Say your Alphabet now with me.

A, B, C, ...

Vitamin ... D, the ...

I forgot, what is it ?
... I've forgotten.

A, B, C, ... Vitamin D, ...

- The fat's in the liver,
... the cod's in the sea.
- That's it, that's it.

E, F, G, H and I ...

Ford's in his Flivver, ...
and there's goodies in the sky.

Linda ?

- Linda ?
- John !

- Is that you ?
- Yes.

- Don't go away again.
- I won't.

Tell me, ...
tell me again about ... about ...

What was it ?

- About the pretty lady dreaming.
- Mhh.

Tell me that now, please.

But now sleep, ....
sleep and see what visions I have seen,
... of towers cloud capped, ...

... and men that like angels fly,
... thither shall we go, you and I,
... and sub perfection ...

My children, ...
everyone will get his turn.

And the one who does the best
will get an extra 'Soma-cream' treat.

Yay !

You don't mind if my class
plays a little, do you ?

Oh no, not all. ...
That's part of the fun of my job.

Good. ...
Everybody ready ?

- Yeh !
- Get set.
- Go !

What's wrong with her ?

Leave her alone. ...
I said leave her alone !

Get them out of here, you understand ?
Get them out of here !

Certainly not, Mr. Savage.
You should know by now that this
is a prescribed Death-Training class.

- How dare you interfere with
the children's Death Conditioning ?
- Get them out of here !

Come along, children. Come along.
... We'll go play somewhere else.
Come along.

We'll have a nice game of 'Hunt the Zipper',
and then we'll go to the crematorium
and we'll have lot more fun.

Pelè ?

No.

It's John, mother.

It's John, your son.

John.

Hold me, ...
I feel ... so ...

- Help me ! ... Please help me.
- Yes ?

But there is nothing at all wrong.
... She's just dead.

Attention in the Intensive Euphoria Lounge,
... a new happy one has just passed on.

They'll be right in to get her. ...
Are you sure she wouldn't benefit
from a little touch-up before ...

Please form yourselves
into lines for Soma distribution.
... Thank you.

Please form yourselves
into lines for Soma distribution.
... Thank you.

How many goodly creatures there are here.
... How beauteous mankind is.

Oh brave new world.

Listen to me, ...
this Soma ... is bad.

- It's poison. ... It hurts you. ...
- Please don't do that, Mr. Savage.

Soma ... makes you into slaves.
It robs you of everything magical
and special within you.

- Mr. Savage, please don't do that !
- You can never be free,
untill you're free of Soma !

Everyone be calm !
There is an ample supply of Soma,
enough for everyone.

I'm not going let you take anymore.
Now listen to me ! Listen to me !
Don't you want to feel alive ?

Don't want to feel free ?
Don't you want to feel the
blood coursing in your veins ! ?

Mr. Savage, don't do that.

This ... is poison !

Mr. Savage ! ...
Mr. Savage, please.

Mr. Savage ! ...
Mr. Savage, they need their Soma.

No, they don't.

Emergency, ...
Helio-fusion plant number 3. ...
Send Solidarity Enforcers immediately.

- There ! ... It's gone, all of it !
- Please ...

Park Court, please. Number 3-1-7.
... Occupant: John Savage.

Present location.
... Activity. Respond.

- Where's the Savage ?
- I'm finding out now.

Soma Distribution Centre.
Helio-Thrax Energy Plant.
Activity: Inciting riot.

- Amazing !
- Oh my Ford, they're going
to think this my fault !

- Where are you going ?
- To help John !

Soma ! Soma ! Soma !

No ! You're not getting any Soma !

You want to be free !

- Where's John ?
- There !

He's out of control,
he's totally out of control !

- Let's get out of here.
- No ! ... Let's help him !

- There he is ! Stop them !
- It's allright now,
we'll take care of everything.

Ready to spray them with Soma-Vapor !
Cover them with Anesthetic Hypo-beam !
Bring up the Sytho-Muzak speaker !

Ready to Syntho-cast. ...
Voice of Reason tape ?

No, ... I think the Voice of Good Feeling.
Anti-roit speech number two.
Medium strength.

Yes, sir.

- My friends, my friends ...
-Move out.

Please, please,
what is the meaning of this ?

My dearest friends, why aren't you
all being happy and good together ?

Happy and good.
At peace. At peace.

Be calm. Be calm.

Please. Please.

I do want you to be happy.

Be happy. Be happy. Be happy.

Be happy ! Be happy !

Now goodbye, my dearest dearest friends.

May the Good Ford keep
you and watch over you.

Destroy Soma.

Destroy Soma.

Apparently the Soma vapour
didn't completely restore
them to emotional stability.

Destroy Soma.
Destroy Soma.
Destroy Soma.

Farewell.

We don't need your ... Soma.
... We're free, ... right ?

He's the one who caused it.
... The Savage.

Nevertheless,
I'm afraid we'll have
to take them all in.

Will the three of you
come quietly or must we
anaesthetize ?

- We'll come.
- Thank you.

Who, me ? Why me ?
I ... I'm not involved with it,
this is a mistake.

I'm sorry, Mr. Marx. ... But orders have been
issued directly from the Western Controlers
Office ... by His Fordship, Mustapha Mond.

All three of you are
to be taken in,
immediately.

- They're here ?
- Yes, they're waiting for you.

It's a shame. ...
Especially the Savage.

After all, he was ...
anthropologically unique.

Why are they taking so long ?
What are they going to do ?

If I can just explain
to someone this isn't my fault
... What are you doing ?

- I'm making some notes
on a new Jingle about feeling ...
- Feeling what ?

I don't know, something,
anything ! Just feeling.

That's ridiculous, it's certainly
not going to be any helpful about
the trouble we're in here.

- I don't care about that.
- Well I do ! What about me ?

What rhymes with hurt ? ...
Quirck ? Dirt ? Spurt ! That's it.

Not the deepest wounds could hurt, ...
though from them life's blood did spurt.

- You'll tell him for me, won't you, John ?
- What ?
- That this isn't my fault ?

Tell me what you ...

- Look at this, Bernard !
- It's an antique, they call it a book.
- No. ... It's Shakespeare.

Looks like a book to me.

Your Fordship, I can explain everything.
... It was a mistake, we didn't mean it.

I did ! I meant to do what
I did and I'm not sorry.

Well, I want Your Fordship
to know that I'm sorry.

I'm deeply, deeply sorry for
everything that I've done wrong,
for whatever it is.

Yes, yes, Mr. Marx.

And what about you, Mr. Savage ?
... Any apologies from you ?

- No.
- Apparently you don't like
our civilization at all, do you ?

- No.
- Then you find nothing in our way
of life to your liking. ... Nothing at all ?

The music. ...
That sometimes is pleasant.

Oh, yes. ... If music be
the food of love ...
Enough of that.

- You've read Shakespeare ?
- Oh yes, ... and others.

Music hath charms to
soothe the savage beast.

You see, Mr. Savage. My special
conditioning has allowed for all this.

Even though it's
prohibited to
everyone else, ...

... for those of us who
must ultimately guide others
to what is right, ...

... it is imperative to understand
the lure ... of what is wrong.

- And of course it is a lure, isn't it ?
- Yes !

No ! No ! I hated
every moment of it.

Well, .... unfortunately
whatever the motivations, ...
your actions have caused problems.

Definite problems. ...
But then there's a quite
simple way of removing them.

- What is that ?
- By removing both of you, of course.
- Oh, no.

You will have to be removed to some other place,
so that the possibility of the contamination
spreading will be removed with you.

You mean you're going to send us ...
away to a Free Island, like Iceland ?

- I don't deserve a faith like that, Your Fordship.
- No, no, Mr. Marx, nothing like that.

You and Mr. Watson will be allowed
to choose among any of the
free Free Islands to live on.

Tahiti, Jamaica, Hawaii ... and, of course,
you will be allowed absolute and complete
freedom to do anything you want, ...

... read anything you want, ...
even think anything you want.

That's wonderful ! No, it's perfect !
That's all I want to ... be free
to write anything I want ...

... and not just Jingles,
but something ... more,
something ... different.

But ... not somewhere
like Tahiti.

No. ... That would be too easy,
too pleasant. Too much like the life here.

Isn't there somewhere else that's
... harsher, ... colder, less ... perfect ?

Oh yes, there's a free Free Island
to meet every dissonant taste.

Lapland, Greenland,
Antartica, ... the Falklands.

Of course, ... we don't have many
calls for those ... and life on them
can be a bit ... bleak and lonely.

Wonderful ! That's ... perfect !
That's exactly what I want.

Something ... cold
and ... harsh and bleak.

Then I know I'll be able to
write something ... different.

I'm ready to go.
The sooner the better.

Well fine, fine. You can
arrange everything with the
Extended Vacation Bureau, ...

... just tell my assistent, Maoina Krupps.

Thank you, Your Fordship.
Thank you.

John ...

- But we'll talk before I go.
- May I read your poetry ?
- Yes ! Thank you ! Wonderful !

- Bernard, coming ?
- Have you gone insane ! ?

I can't go somewhere
like Lapland or Antartica !

- I don't have to go someplace
like that, do I, Your Fordship ?
- No, no of course not, Mr. Marx.

I think you'd much prefer
somewhere like Tahiti.

- Tahiti ?
- Yes, a pleasant climate, no work,
charmingly pneumatic females.

Females ?

Yes, ... as many or as few
as you desire but, ...

... study the brochures, Mr Marx.
I'm sure you'll find the
right thing just for you.

John, mh, I'm off to Tahiti
and mh, ... I just want to say that
... I wish all the best.

Thank you. ...
I hope you find what you want.

Mh ... Tahiti ...

Charmingly pneumatic females.
... Do anything you want.

Read anything you want.
Think anything you want.

- What about me ?
- Yes, what about you, Mr. Savage ?

You pose a much
more difficult problem.

Unfortunately, your dissidence
is so ingrained,
so much a part of you, ...

... that it might even be
socially dangerous to send you
to the free Free Islands.

And, of course, it would be impossible now
to send you back to the primitive Reservation
after your exposure to civilization.

And ... on the other hand,
you have made it quite clear ...

... that you can't be allowed to openly
wander about this part of our society.

I don't want to be a part of
your society. I want to be alone.

I think it best, ... to find some
isolated place where I can
completely and totally by myself.

- Yes, that may just be the answer.
- Thank you.

And for your sake, I hope it is.
... Yes, we'll try it
for a while, Mr. Savage.

I'll make all the arrangements for you.

John ! John !

Go away, please, go away !

I'm sorry, ...
no-one can look at the Savage today !

But I have to see John the Savage,
I know him !

No visitors today, you'll have to leave
with the others. Move along !

- But ...
- You'll have to leave with the others.
Move along ! Move along, please !

Good morning, Mr. Savage.

I took advantage of my position
to let myself in.
I hope you don't mind.

No.

- If you'd like to join me,
I think I've enough for two.
- Enough of what, exactly ?

It's going to be stew.
Potatoes, carrots, onions,
... fresh fishheads.

Oh no, thank you. I had some
... imitation scrambled cholesterol
before I left.

But you go right ahead. Interesting,
you've grown your own food, built
furniture, woven colth for yourself.

So, now you're Robinson Crusoe
and this is your very own Walden.

- I'm sorry ?
- Oh I am sorry !

I was referring to some
other books that you,
perhaps, haven't read.

But then I'm sure
the same ideas can
be found in ... Shakespeare.

Someone cast on an island
who builds a dwelling
for himself to live in.

Be not afraid, ... the Isle is full
of noises, sounds and sweet airs
that give delight ... and hurt not.

Ah yes, ... the native Caliban from
your Mr. Shakespeare's The Tempest.

And, uh, is that what you are now,
... Mr. Savage ?

Not afraid ?
At peace with yourself ?

And if so, ...
why do you have this ?

- To drive evil spirits out of
your body, I suppose ?
- I don't believe in evil spirits anymore.

I'm not even sure I believe in the
good ones. I wish I could, but I can't.

So we've taken that away
from you too. ... I'm sorry.

But if you don't believe in evil spirits
anymore, why do you whip yourself ?

I still believe in my spirit ...
and the desires within me
which are evil.

But my dear Mr. Savage !

With a Violence-Passion
Surrogate treatment ...

... you could achieve the same end,
but without any of the
unpleasantness and inconvenience.

No need for hair shirts and whips.
Just the proper button to push,
in complete comfort.

- I don't want comfort.
- Then what do you want ?

Unpleasantness ? ...
Suffering ? Pain ?

Yes, I want all of that.
And all of the things you've
done away with ...

I want danger, I want poetry,
I want goodness, I want sin,
I want freedom.

Put more directly: ...
What you are really saying is that
you claim the right to be unhappy.

Allright. ...
I claim the right to be unhappy.

But that also means the right
to be ... sick, ... to be crippled,
to be insane ...

... the right to grow old
and ugly, and wrinkled.

The right to protect yourself from
violence. ... The right to kill or be killed.

- The right to have too little to eat.
- And the right to hope, to love.

Yes, even the right to fall in love ...
and then be spurred, betrayed,
left raft with pain and jealousy.

Is all of that really
what you want,
Mr. Savage ?

That's exactly what I want.
... I claim ... all of it !

You're welcome.

Right, right !
Now, there's the angle I want !
Right through there !

Now, remember !
I want the Feelie-camera
following him at all times.

- Now D.B ?
- No, no, no. Wait 'till the Savage
comes outside, I'll tell you when.

I'm sorry ! Visitors are not
allowed here any longer.

- Who's in charge here ?
- I am, officer !

The name is Darwin Bonaparte,
and I happen to be a Feelie-film director.

And this is a Darwin Bonaparte Feelie-Film
conceived, produced and, of course,
authored by Darwin Bonaparte.

- Who gave you permission to do this ?
- The Western World Controller,
His Fordship Mustapha Mond.

Oh ! That's different !

I'm afraid you're
in the way there.

If you don't mind,
I don't like this action
when I'm creating.

There he is !

- Cameras ! ...
- Ready when you are D.B !

You see how I've caught the ...
artistic essence of the Savage,
Your Fordship.

A lone outcast, surrounded by the
... uncivilized forces of nature.

Yes, I do see. ...
It's quite beautiful.
Alluring, in fact.

- But I assume you
wouldn't want it to be too ...
- Too persuasive ?

Right, exactly what I
thought too. Of course,
this is just a rough cut.

Naturally I plan to get rid of all
the alluring parts, you'll see,
once it's edited, ...

... speeding up, slowing down,
changing words. ... The Savage
will be a ... a charming ... comic figure.

Charming ? I thought you
meant to say something else.

Pathetic ?

P ... P ... Primitive ?

Ri ... dic ... ulous ?
... Ridiculous !

Ridiculous ! Yes, ... that's exactly
the word I was looking for.

When I finish, the Savage
will be completely ridiculous.

The Sens-u-Feelie Corporations presents
a new Feelie-Film by Darwin Bonaparte.

A farcical comedy
produced and themed and
authored by Darwin Bonaparte.

Simple Simon Savage.

Stop it !

Stop that !

Why are you laughing at him ! ?

That isn't the way he is !
He isn't like that !

Stop it !

I think we're going to need more guards.
They're all bottled on their
holiday ration of Ampheta-pep.

If the Savage doesn't come out soon,
it could turn into a riot.

- We better send for
Soma gas. We may need it.
- Yes, Sir !

No, please !

Why don't you leave me alone ! ?

Stay away from me !
... Leave me alone !

There he is !

Get away !

This is my home ! ...
Get away !

No !

I understand ! ...
I know what you meant, I felt it !

An own love, my heart proclaims.

Do you understand, John ?

Bring up the Soma gas !

Lenina !

Lenina !

Lenina !

Whoever you're looking for, Sir,
we must already have them.

- I'm just trying to ...
- Perhaps she's over at the
Collection Station ?

No, she's here.
She's waiting for me.

Breathe ! ...
Happily breathe, Lenina.

Then no more shall I.

Eyes, ...
look your last.

Take your last embrace.

And, lips, ...
O you the doors of breath,
... seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain
to engrossing death.

Here is ...
to my love.

- Any termination casualties, sergeant ?
- No, Sir.

But there was one case
of a complete derangement,
a Beta, female, Lenina Disney.

And when we revived her,
she began talking ... very strangely.

We couldn't make out
all the words, except ...
except for some very vulgar ones.

- Yes ?
- Love ... Marriage ...

And some even filthier than that ! ...
She kept pleading to be left here.

Of course we re-Somatized
her immediately !

See that's she's taken to the
nearest Moral Reconditioning Centre. ...
Obviously, a case of acute Sexomania.

But a few days of
Syntho-therapy and she'll be
quite normal and happy again.

Yes, sir !

Mr. Savage ?

Mr. Savage ?

Is it finished ?

Yes, all records of the experiment
have been Computo-shredded and
completely Electro-erased.

Of course, he posed great problems.

People wondering
how he could do without Soma.
... Why he lived alone.

How ? Why ? How ? Why ?
... But still I wonder.

- Was there another way, Maoina ?
- For the Savage ? What ?

- I don't know.
- Well, you tried to civilize him,
to teach him.

Yes, like Caliban, ... the blade
take you Prospero for teaching me.

- Caliban ?
- A different savage and a magician, an ancient
kind of controller named Prospero, tried to civilize.

- Just a story.
- I don't understand.
- No, but ... John did.

- Will there be anything more, Your Fordship ?
- No, nothing more at all.

The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous
palaces, the solemn temples, the
great globe itself shall dissolve. ...

... And like insubstantial pageant faded,
leave not a rack behind. ...

... We ... are such stuff as dreams are made on
... and our little life ... is rounded ... with a sleep.