All language subtitles for 1984 (Michael Anderson, 1956).english

"From the devastation wrought
by the atomic raids of 1965,

"three great Police states
rose to divide the world.

"Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia.

"Atomic weapons were
abolished, but not war itself.

"For only by maintaining the strain
and tension of continual conflict...

"could the ruling parties
enforce absolute power.

"London,

"with its bomb-proof ministries,
became capital of Airstrip One,

"a province of Oceania."

"Take cover everybody.
Take cover everybody.

"Special bulletin from
the Ministry Of Peace.

"Eurasian rocket-bombs
are approaching London.

"Take cover. Take cover, everybody."

"Take cover immediately.
Take cover immediately.

"Eurasian rocket-bombs
are now over London.

"Take cover at once.

"Take cover at once.

"Take cover at once."

"Stand by for an
important announcement.

"The Ministry Of Peace
is happy to report

"that thanks to the vigilance
of our gallant interceptors

"no Eurasian rocket-bomb was able
to reach targets of any importance.

"We continue now with
our regular broadcast."

"April 18th 1984.

"Nobody keeps a diary today.

"Because to do so

"would be punishable by death.

"I don't care anymore.

"I found this old book by chance

"and I am going to set down what
I dare not say aloud to anyone.

"I've seen that girl again.

"I am sure she was following me.

"Perhaps they suspect me already."

"We interrupt this program
for an important bulletin.

"The saboteurs, Lewis and Seagal were
caught minutes ago in Victory Square,

"and have already
confessed their guilt.

"As he was arrested, Lewis was
heard to shout in a loud voice:

"Long live Big Brother!"

Up with your hands!

You are a traitor!
You are a thought-criminal.

You're a Eurasian spy.

I'll shoot you. I'll vaporise you.

I'll send you to the uranium mines.

Quieter now, Selina. Quieter.

You can't blame her for being excited, you
know. This is her evening with the Spies.

Traitor! Thought-criminal!

I thought we could take her
there, and then go and have a drink.

Why have you got this desk so
far away from the telescreen?

It ought to be over there.

There is something in
what she says, you know.

She doesn't miss a thing.

- I'll have to report you.
- Nonsense, Selina. Nonsense.

Winston has nothing to hide.

Have you, Winston?

Ready then?

Yes, I'm ready.

"6748. Smith W.

"Regulation 6040.

"Outer Party members will always wear
identification badges in public places."

"And Smith.

"Don't forget again."

All right, I'm ready.

- I'll order some gin.
- Right.

Not here.

Over there.

- Didn't you recognise them?
- No.

Jones and Rutherford.

- I thought they had been liquidated.
- They ought to have been.

- Evil traitors.
- I remember their trial.

They confessed to being in Eurasia
during Hate-Week last year.

That's why the war went badly
for a few months afterwards.

They were able to disclose
a lot of secret information.

What are they doing at liberty?

BB granted them a pardon.

Don't you remember?

He freed 25 prisoners in honour
of the Mediterranean victory.

Only BB could
make a gesture like that.

I imagine they spent some
time at the Ministry Of Love.

Oh yes. That's why they're here.

They're cured.

Better not show so much interest.

Two gins.

Good.

Thank you.

Maybe we shouldn't have stopped here.

I get pretty uneasy when
I'm near people who aren't...

"healthy" if you know what I mean.

Oh well.

Long live BB.

Long live BB.

- Anything wrong?
- No.

Coffee, please.

You looked at that girl as
though you were scared.

I...

I dislike her.

Then you know her?

Yes, she works in the Ministry Of Truth,
in the Fiction department.

They turn out books for the people.

But you've never spoken to her.

No. She watches me.

That needn't bother you.

I mean, even if she's a member
of the Thought Police,

you've got nothing to worry about.

That's right.

"Here is an important bulletin
from the Ministry Of Love.

"Tonight Big Brother
ordered the re-arrest

"of the arch-traitors
Jones... and Rutherford."

Once a traitor, always a traitor.

- Would you like another gin?
- No, thank you.

What's the matter?

Don't you feel well?

I have a headache. I think I'll skip
the community centre tonight.

"This week, the number of entrants
in the Big Brother victory lottery

"has exceeded all previous records,"

"and after deducting the usual
percentage for the bombed areas,

"the proceeds to be
distributed as prizes

"are the greatest since the
inception of this lottery.

"Here are the results. They were drawn
by the hand of Big Brother himself

"from the millions of numbers.

"The first prize, higher than
ever before, goes to...

"6-3-4-9-2-1.

"Second prize, also larger than
any previous week's draw,

"goes to number 8-1-3-4-6-2-9-4."

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Remember me?

You're the gentleman that
bought that old diary.

Yes.

I... uh...

I was just passing by. I looked in.

I...

I wondered if you might have anything
else in which I'd be interested.

- Do you mind if I look around?
- Not at all.

What is this?

Oh, that's coral that is.

That probably came
from the Indian Ocean.

Look.

They used to embed
it in glass like that.

Oh, it must be a hundred
years old, or more.

It's a beautiful thing.

Yes, it is a beautiful thing.

Not beauty as we understand it today
of course. It serves no useful purpose.

It -

But then...

I'm an old man. I -

How much is it?

I could let you have it for...

fifteen shillings?

- Have you change?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Oh... there is another room upstairs.

There is not much in it.
Just a few pieces.

Perhaps you would you care to see it?

Yes, I'd like to.

I'll lead the way.

We lived here until my wife died.

I'm selling off the
furniture little by little.

There is no telescreen here.

Of course not.

It's a People's Area.

I know. But it seems strange.

That's an interesting picture.

It was a church.

Do you know that word?

Yes, there were still churches
when I was a child.

You must have been a
grown man before I was born.

You can remember what it was like
in the days before the revolution.

Yes.

You can remember the oppression and the
injustice and poverty back in the 50s.

Vaguely.

I'm keeping you from
your other customers.

Yes.

Well.

You have a look around.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I saw some things in the window
and wanted to have a closer look.

Anything in particular?

No.

You seem to have some
interesting things.

I doubt if I have anything of interest
to a young lady like yourself.

I see.
Do you have many customers?

Alas, no. The antique business
is just about finished.

- Do many Outer Party members come here?
- Why should they come?

Ah, there you are.

Your change.

Thank you.

Your paperweight.

Who are you?

6748. Smith. W.

- Where do you work?
- In the Ministry Of Truth.

- Which department?
- The Records department.

What is your business
in the People's Area?

I had a headache.
I thought if I got a little air...

- When did you leave work?
- 18:00 hours.

It is now 22:00. Report tomorrow morning
at 08:00 hours to Thought Administration.

"6748. Smith. W."

You took a rather long walk, last night.

Yes.

Did it help your headache?

I don't have one this morning.

- Perhaps you've been working too hard.
- I don't think so.

Do you find your job at the
Records department too exacting?

No.

What do you do, Smith?

I revise history.

That's an unfortunate way of putting it.

What you actually do is rectify speeches
and wrongly-reported incidents, isn't it?

Yes.

It shows the need to have Newspeak as the
official language as soon as possible.

When the new
dictionary is issued

there will be less danger of calling
things by their wrong names.

Did you visit any of the shops in
the People's Area last night?

No.

- Did you speak to anyone?
- No.

Did you see any other member
of the Outer Party on your walk?

No.

You know the party disapproves of its
members mixing with the people?

Yes.

Do you consider that unreasonable?

No.

6748. You are a member
of the Privileged Class,

expected to accept restrictions
as well as privileges.

I hoped we might be able to deal with
this matter here, in your own ministry.

But your explanations
are inadequate.

This report will be forwarded to the
Ministry Of Love for further action.

I think we can deal with it here.

You are warned to pay strict attention
to the regulations in the future.

You can return to your department.

Directive number 4243
issued at 10:00 hours today...

"6748. Smith. W."

"Reference Big Brother's order.
Gazette, November 12th 1983."

"Since the Eurasia offensive
has opened in South India,

"it is impossible that Big Brother
predicted this front would remain quiet.

"Rewrite entire speech.

"Show that through our
magnificent espionage system

"Big Brother had prior knowledge
of all the enemy's plans."

Back Number's Gazette.
November 12th 1983.

"Syme 6127. S."

"The following men have been found
guilty of treason and no longer exist:

"Donald Zarlinger, Gordon
Prentice, Al Truel.

"Delete all reference to them from the
Gazettes of January 2nd, 8th and 26th.

"Back numbers Gazette.

"January 2nd, 8th, 26th."

What have you got there, Smith?

This photograph was between
the pages of the Gazette.

What photograph?

Jones and Rutherford.

They confessed to aiding The Underground
and being in Eurasia during Hate-Week.

- But here it says -
- What are you talking about, Smith?

I don't see any photograph.

No photograph of the traitors Jones
and Rutherford exists. Does it?

No.

The system is not perfect.

Sometimes there are errors.

"Attention, comrades. Take your
places for the two-minutes hate."

"Brothers. We are at war
with the people of Eurasia,

"the vile and ruthless aggressors who
have committed countless atrocities

"and who are guilty of every bestial
crime a human being can commit.

"They have laid waste our land,

"destroyed our factories,
looted our homes,

"massacred our children,
and raped our women.

"They have tortured and killed
the wounded and prisoners,

"contriving lingering, horrible deaths
for those who fall into their hands.

"While our gallant forces are
engaged in a life and death struggle,

"we face on the home front an
enemy who is FAR more dangerous,

"one of our own people,

"the arch-traitor, Kalador.

"This is the man, the leader
of The Underground,

"who betrayed our glorious revolution
and would betray Big Brother.

"The man whose agents sabotaged
our glorious 9-year plan,"

"who retards our progress and turns
our military secrets to the enemy."

Kill him! Hang him!
Hang the criminal.

"He is trying to tell you that
Big Brother has betrayed you,

"and you are fighting a war against
Eurasia that you can never hope to win."

Liar! Liar!

"He says the Eurasians
are good, kind people.

"They do not want war.

"They want peace."

War... war... war!

"He actually begs you to make peace
with your brothers of Eurasia."

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother.

- Big Brother.
- Big Brother.

Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother.
Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother.

The Marriage Committee
gave us permission this morning.

- Who did they choose for you?
- Comrade Brandon.

The Victory Orations department.

Oh.

Of course politically, he's perfect.

If our medical grades match they'll
arrange a meeting next week.

Oh, Smith... there is a seat here.

Smith.

- You haven't given me your contribution.
- Which one is that?

- For Hate-Week.
- Oh, just a minute.

We're making an all-out effort.

We're going to put on a tremendous show.

Now, who else hasn't paid.
Oh, Syme here.

Already, we've broken
down the family as a unit,

and made it an extension
of the Thought Police.

Spies train children to
put loyalty to the party first,

without any consideration
for their parents.

What time to you finish work?

18:30.

Our next step is
the complete abolition

of the old-fashioned conception
of love between man and woman.

This energy must be diverted...

Where shall we meet?

- The Anti-Sex League -
- Victory Square. The monument.

- Men and women will be -
- What time?

- so that physical contact is -
- 19:00 hours.

accompanied by a feeling
of revulsion. Within 100 years from now,

the sexual impulse will exist only
as a symbol of duty towards the party.

In a few seconds, Eurasian prisoners
will be passing through Victory Square.

These are the evil men

whose ruthless lust for power has
threatened to destroy the civilised world.

... a large group of men
who preferred war.

But already they are beginning to
learn the mistake they have made,

as they encounter the might of Oceania.

Our glorious army

is sweeping back the
invading hordes of Eurasians.

The figures of prisoners taken,
is the biggest since the war began.

Now is your chance, comrades.

To let them hear
the voice of Oceania!

There they are!

- Smith, Smith... the prisoners.
- Down with the prisoners.

Kill them... kill them!

Can you hear me?

Sunday afternoon.

Go to South Meadow
from Central Station.

Cross the bridge and follow the river
for half a mile until a fallen tree.

Wait for me in the glade.

I'll get there by another way.

Can you remember that?

Move away from me now.

Kill the Eurasians!
Kill them!

Kill them!
Kill the Eurasians!

Kill them. Kill them!

Hello.

We're all right. There's
no microphone here.

It takes a little while to realise
you're not being overheard.

Or watched.

We can look at each other
now and not be afraid.

We can say whatever
we like to each other.

We can even touch each other.

If we want to.

You know, I don't
even know your name.

It's Julia.

- And yours is Winston.
- How do you know that?

When I want to find
something out, I have ways.

It took me ages to
get that message to you.

I thought you were spying on
me when you came into that shop.

You thought I was a
good Party member.

Pure in word and deed. Ha.

That's why I was afraid of you.

Do you know I hated you
and I wanted to kill you.

That's what Big Brother
has done to us all.

He's made us
hate and fear each other.

How did you know I wasn't
a good Party member?

Something in your face.

Somehow I knew you'd be against them.

It will be safe here
once or twice again.

Then we'll have to go somewhere else.

And eventually, they'll find us out.

I won't let you take that risk for me.

I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for myself.

If you keep the big rules.

It's safe to break the little ones.

You've been here before,
haven't you?

Yes.

Does that shock you?

No.

They are afraid of love.

Because love makes a
world they can't control.

And it's a world worth
taking risks for, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

"It's more than two weeks since
we have been able to meet.

"Except for a few moments in
a crowd or near a telescreen.

"There must be a message
in the usual place tonight."

Thought criminal!

Hello, Selina.
I didn't hear you coming.

You weren't meant to. We are trained
as a spy to follow people silently.

Why were you following me?

We are told to follow anyone
who behaves suspiciously.

What was suspicious about my behaviour?

It is suspicious coming here.

I was working in my room
on an article for Newspeak.

A page blew out the window. I saw it
flutter down here so I came to find it.

I saw you pick up something.

I dropped my cigarettes, that's all.

It's dark now. I'll have to look
on my way to work tomorrow.

Are you coming, Selina?

Are you coming, Selina?

Yes, I am coming.

"It is now 22:30 hours.

"Power must be conserved
for our victory effort.

"All lights will be extinguished."

"Goodnight, comrades.

"Tomorrow, your work for the
Party must be better than today's.

"Remember, even in your sleep,

"Big Brother is watching you.

"Big Brother is watching you."

How long did I sleep?

I don't know.
I was dozing myself.

We ought to be leaving soon.

I wonder if we dare
come here again.

I think we're safe
for another Sunday.

Then what do we do?

Go on seeing each other every
day without being able to speak.

Passing on the streets and pretending
not to recognise each other.

I know.

I know.

If only there were somewhere where
we needn't be afraid all the time.

Where we could be together longer.

Julia.

There is somewhere.

That old shop.

There is a room above
it where no-one lives.

And there is no telescreen.

I believe I could rent that room.

The old man in the shop
would have to know.

Any time he wanted,
he could report us.

I don't think he would. I've talked with
him. He's only interested in his antiques.

Renting the room will give him money, so
he won't have to sell all his treasures.

You saw him yourself.

Sooner or later, we'll
have to trust someone.

I'm going to do it.

Somehow they must have found out.

We shouldn't have stayed so long.

It's no use. It's too late.

Go on up there.
Quickly, go on.

"The room over the junk shop
has become a world of our own,

"where, for a time,
we can forget Big Brother.

"Another Sunday tomorrow.

"She said she would be there."

The young lady was
very nice about it, but...

I think you will find it
more comfortable now.

Since you were both last here, I've
managed to get you some pots and pans.

And I took some of my
old stuff downstairs.

Oh, and everything in
the kitchen works now.

I'm afraid it's not as
peaceful as you might like.

I like it. I don't hear much
singing where I live.

Oh, we do in this district.

Popular songs, of course. The Party
keeps us well supplied with those.

Oh, this is perhaps
the young lady now.

Yes.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

Oh, well. I'll be leaving you now.

Should you require anything,
I'm just below.

Thank you.

- You're late. What happened to you?
- The Anti-Sex meeting went on forever.

I thought those silly women
would never stop talking.

- Then I had to pick up some things.
- I was afraid something might...

keep you from getting here.

You worry too much.

- Look what I have.
- What's that?

Coffee. Real coffee.

- Real sugar.
- How did you manage it?

It's all Inner Party stuff.
They have everything.

- Yes, but where did you get it?
- A friend.

A friend?

A girlfriend.

- What else do you have in there?
- Nothing. I'll make some coffee.

Julia.

Do you hear that woman singing?

I like that.

I believe it's people like her

who will one day overthrow
Big Brother and all he stands for.

- Julia.
- Just a minute.

It's beautiful... you are beautiful.

Look at you... look at you.

If only some of those bloodless
females could see you now.

See what a woman
can really look like.

- What is it?
- A rat... a rat!

It's gone now.

I've never seen you like this.

It's the one thing
I really hate.

- The one thing I'm really afraid of.
- Why?

When I was a child,

where I lived, there
were swarms of them.

One day my... my sister...

Forgive me.

I...

I didn't mean to upset you.

- I'll make some coffee.
- Yes.

Will you help me?

Yes.

Would you fill this with water?

I'm sorry.

Put the sugar in the bowl.

If only you didn't have
to wear these again.

I wish you could stay
always as you are now.

That would be worth fighting for.

There must be something
we can do about it.

If only I knew someone
in The Underground.

People who have anything to do with
The Underground don't live long.

There is a man at the Ministry
Of Truth called O'Connor.

- But he's a member of the Inner Party.
- I think he's against them too.

Sooner or later, you've got trust
someone. You said so yourself.

Yes, but I didn't mean someone
in the Inner Party.

Someone who could have you
vaporised by lifting his little finger.

I don't know. I think I
could trust O'Connor.

The only people we
can trust are ourselves.

Do you remember
Jones and Rutherford?

They were accused of being in
Eurasia during Hate-Week last year.

Well, they weren't!

They were right here being
honoured by Big Brother.

Some weeks ago, I found a newspaper
photograph. O'Connor saw me with it.

- And he didn't report you?
- If he had, I wouldn't be here.

It was a little scrap of evidence out of
the past that they'd forgotten to destroy.

And I had it right in my hand.

Darling, you can't
fight them alone.

If there is an underground,

if it isn't another of their inventions
to keep people hysterical,

I want to be part of it.

One of these days, I'm going to
let O'Connor know how I feel.

No, please!

Don't worry.
I won't do anything stupid.

I'll wait until he gives
me some sort of signal.

Something that... lets me know.

"The Ministry Of Love
issues details today

"of the full list of crimes confessed
by the traitors Jones and Rutherford.

"These atrocious acts of treachery

"include the embezzlement
of Party funds,

"the murder of many
trusted Party members,

"immoral relations with
women of the Party,

"and collaboration with the
leader of The Underground,

"the arch-traitor - Kalador."

"6748. Smith. W."

Yes?

"What is in the briefcase?"

I brought some work
home with me.

I was about to write an article
of the grammar of Newspeak.

"Bring it to the screen
and open it."

These are notes for the article.

"All members of the Records department
must report for late duty in one hour."

"Meanwhile, carry on with your work."

"All organisations taking part in
the Hate-Week demonstrations

"are preparing their programmes
with unprecedented enthusiasm.

"Never before in the
history of Oceania

"have we been given so much cause

"for a show of concentrated
victories against the enemy.

"We continue now with
our regular broadcast."

The exclusive employment of
words sanctioned by the party

will reduce the possibility of
confusion and doublethink.

Work is already progressing on the latest
edition of the Newspeak dictionary,

which will replace
all previous editions.

You seem to take a scholarly interest
in the new dictionary, Smith.

Oh... hardly scholarly.

Have you seen any of the
material we are using?

No. Syme told me about it.

- Syme?
- Yes, he works over there.

Syme lo longer exists.

The work has to be
carried on of course.

It seems to me you are more
equipped to do it than anyone else.

I'd like you to look
at that new material.

Perhaps you can pick
it up at my apartment.

I'll give you the address.

I'm usually in after 19:00 hours.

Come along as soon as you can.

I have reason to believe that
you can be of great value to us.

But I tell you, it's the
same handwriting.

You mean he gave you his address and
said he wants to see you at his home?

Things like that don't happen.
It would be too dangerous.

He made some sort of excuse
about the new dictionary.

You know, if you're wrong,
it will be the end of all this.

Once they get hold of us

there's nothing, absolutely nothing, that
either one of us can do for the other.

They can make us confess anything.

But they can't make us believe it.

They can't get inside of us.

- Who knows what they can do?
- Julia.

I'm convinced O'Connor is a
member of The Underground.

He's our one hope.
I'm going through with this.

I have to.

But there is no need for you.

Whatever you're going to do,

I'm coming with you.

"He has announced tonight

"that production figures for this year

"already exceed those of the corresponding
dates in 1983 by over twelve per cent."

All right, Martin, you
can bring them in now.

"In certain categories, this
increase is even greater."

This way please.

"Hardware goods such
as kitchen utensils

"are seventeen and a half
per cent higher than last year.

"Shoes show a staggering
increase of twenty-one per cent.

"Shoelaces, however, show only
an increase of five percent.

"It is confidently predicted that
this increased production will continue

- "throughout this year.
- Come in.

"The Ministry Of Plenty is confident

"that 1984 will demonstrate
the complete success

"of Big Brother's nine-year plan."

You can turn it off?

A few members of the
Inner Party have that privilege.

Well.

Is that really off?

We've come here because...

because...

Because you both believe
there's a conspiracy.

Some kind of organisation
working against Big Brother.

Yes. We believe that
you're involved in it.

We want to join it and work for it.

That's all right.

Martin is one of us.

All right, Martin. Bring
the drinks over here.

We might as well sit
and talk in comfort.

I think it is fitting we should
begin by drinking a toast.

It's wine. I'm afraid not much
of it reaches the Outer Party.

What shall we drink to?

The triumph of Kalador?

The confusion of the Thought Police?

Down with Big Brother.

Down with Big Brother.

You can go now, Martin.

But before you go, take a good
look at these two comrades' faces.

You'll be seeing them again.

In general terms, what
are you prepared to do?

You are of course prepared
to give your lives?

Yes.

You are prepared to commit murder?

Yes.

Betray your country to a foreign power?

Yes.

Are you prepared to separate and
never see one another anymore?

No!

No.

You did well to tell me.

Of course you realise that you
will be fighting in the dark.

You will have nothing to
sustain you except the idea.

And when you are caught,
you will get no help.

I will send you a book which will teach
you the nature of the society we live in,

and the strategy we
shall use to destroy it.

But you get no information
about your own organisation.

And when you receive orders they
will have come from me.

I assume that you have
some kind of hiding place?

Yes, a room over a junk shop.
We go there Sundays when we can.

That briefcase,
do you always carry it?

As a rule, yes.

Every day during Hate-Week,
carry it empty.

Now I'm afraid
it's time for you to go.

Even we are not allowed to turn
that off as long as we would want.

I used to be afraid there
was no Underground.

Perhaps The Party invented us.

Oh, and Smith.

If I were you, I would
destroy that diary.

Brother comrades,
Big Brother is always merciful.

He stands ever ready to welcome
back to his loving protection

those who have seen
the error of their ways.

Only one sin, one sin,
is unforgivable.

The sin of treason!

Tonight. Tonight, the traitors
Rutherford and Jones

will speak to you themselves

before they are taken away,
to the deaths they so richly deserve.

Let these two men,

who have really come to see
the error of their ways,

tell you for themselves

the grave crimes
they have committed

in thoughts, words and deeds.

Hear them for yourselves.

I am here tonight to tell
you of the grave crimes

which I have committed in
thoughts, words and deed,

for which I am now truly penitent.

I betrayed my country to
our enemy the Eurasians.

I conspired with the
arch-traitor, Kalador.

Excuse me, comrade. I think
you've taken the wrong briefcase.

I conspired with the arch-traitor
Kalador to overthrow Big Brother.

Darling.

I've got it. Kalador's book.

Somebody stopped me in the
square and gave me this briefcase.

Look how like my own it is. It shows you
how well organised The Underground is.

Now listen.

Not just now, darling.

There may not be another
chance for weeks.

There is a rush at the Records Office.
You know how it is during Hate-Week.

The speeches are full of mistakes and
we've got to put them right. Now listen.

Kalador says... the aim of the
ruling class is to stay where it is.

The aim of the middle class is
to overthrow the ruling class.

And the aim of the lower class.

is to create a society in
which all classes are equal.

Big Brother has so
organised the Inner Party

that there is no danger of the
ruling class being deposed.

Darling... aren't you listening?

I'd like to have had a child.

I know.

And that's why this
is so important, Julia.

But it's just words.

No, Julia. This can make
everything we want possible.

Don't you want to understand
what we're fighting for?

I found that out already.
You are in this room.

We've got to fight to
keep this happiness.

I know.

But it won't be Kalador's book or any
underground that will defeat them.

What, then?

Don't you see, though?

There must be others
in love like us,

who will rebel.

They can't stop that.

That's the real hope
for the future.

I wonder if it could
happen in our lifetime.

Maybe.

But the important
thing is that there is...

hope for the world.

All I know is

when we are together
it's wonderful to be alive.

"You are the dead!"

"You are the dead."

The mirror!
It must be a telescreen.

It can't be.

They are all around the house.

Don't resist.

"Stand in the middle of the room."

"Stand back to back."

"Don't touch each other."

"Put your hands over your heads."

I think I warned you it wouldn't be
as peaceful here as you could like.

Nothing is ever hidden
from the Thought Police.

Take them away.

"6748. Smith. Uncover your face."

"Are you prepared to commit murder?"

"Yes."

"Betray your country
to a foreign power?"

"Yes."

"Are you prepared to separate and
never see one another anymore?"

"No!"

- Julia!
- "Silence!"

- Julia!
- "Silence, Smith!"

When a woman is arrested,
what happens to her?

Where do they take the women?

Parsons.

They won't hang me, will they?

They'll know my record.

Why have they arrested you?

There I was.

Trying to do my bit.

And never knowing I had any...

bad stuff in my mind, of course.

Do you know what
they heard me say?

"Down with Big Brother."

I said that in my sleep.

I said it over and over again,
it seems.

I'm glad they got me
before it went any further.

Do you know what I'm going to say
when I go up before the tribunal?

"Thank you."

I'm going to say...

"Thank you...
for saving me before it's too late."

Who denounced you?

My little girl.

She heard what I was saying.

I don't bear her
any grudge for it.

It shows I...

brought her up in the
right spirit, anyway.

Room 101.

No.

I've told you everything.

What else do you want to know?

There is nothing I won't confess to.

Nothing.

- Nothing!
- Right.

What is Room 101?

They wouldn't hang me, would they?

For going off the track just once?

What is Room 101?

O'Connor.

Take his badge.

Don't be in too much of a hurry
to find out about Room 101.

You'll find out in good time.

What have you done with Julia?

She betrayed you, Winston.

You tortured her.

I've watched over you for a long time.

Now, I'm going to help you.

First there are some preliminaries
to be gone through.

But after that you will be brought
to me and... we will talk.

So the time has come, Winston.

Do you know where
you are, Winston?

The Ministry Of Love.

Right.

Do you know how long
you've been here?

Days.

Weeks?

Months. It must be months.

Do you know why we
bring people to this place?

Yes.

To make them confess.

You don't really believe that?

No. I suppose I don't.

You punish them.

No.

We bring them here to cure them.

To make them sane.

Nobody that we bring here ever
leaves our hands un-cured.

Why don't you kill me?

The first thing you must understand
about this place, Winston,

is that there are no martyrdoms.

You've read of the religious
persecutions of the past?

They were failures.

They set out to eradicate heresies,
and they ended by perpetuating them.

We do not make that mistake.
We make them tell the truth.

Why bother with me?

You... are a flaw in
the pattern, Winston.

You are a stain which
has to be wiped out.

And when finally
you confess to us,

it must be of
your own free will.

We do not destroy the
heretic, we convert him.

We capture his inner mind.

We reshape him.
We burn all evil out of him.

We bring him over to our side not
merely in appearance, but genuinely.

The heart and soul.

We make him one of ourselves.

No-one whom we bring to this
place ever stands out against us.

We will lead you,
step by step,

to the point from which
there is no return.

Never again will you be
capable of love or friendship,

or joy of life, or laughter,
or courage, or curiosity, or integrity.

You will be hollow.

We will squeeze you empty and then
we will fill you with ourselves...

with love of Big Brother.

Now, before we begin your cure, are there
any questions you would like to ask?

Where is Julia?

She is alive. Next question.

Does Kalador exist?

Does The Underground... exist?

That Winston, you will never know.

But that question, Winston, proves
that you are mentally deranged.

You have a defective memory.

You are unable to
remember real events,

and you persuade yourself that you
remember events which never happened.

For example,

do you remember receiving a book
supposedly written by Kalador?

Yes.

Somebody gave it to
me in Victory Square.

Are you quite sure that
that book ever existed?

I want the truth, Winston.

Tell me what you
think you remember.

I had the book.

Take him away.

Let us take another
delusion of yours.

You believe you
had in your hands

a photograph of the
traitors Jones and Rutherford.

I did have it.

You believe it was documentary evidence
proving their confessions were false?

I remember telling you that
the photograph did not exist.

It did exist.

It does exist.

It exists in my memory.

I remember it. You remember it.

I do not remember it.

There is a Party directive dealing
with the control of the past.

Repeat it to me.

Who controls the past...

controls the future.

Who controls the present,

controls the past.

And where do you
suppose this "past" exists?

In records.

The Party controls all records.

And in human memories.

The Party controls all human memories.

How can you control the memory?

You haven't controlled mine.

On the contrary,

you haven't controlled it.

That is why you are here.

You've been lacking in humility,

in self-discipline.

You must make an effort
of the will, Winston,

and rehabilitate your mind.

Then you will be sane.

But first you must be humble.

Do you remember writing
in that diary of yours

that freedom is the freedom to
say that two plus two make four?

How many fingers am I holding out?

Four.

And if the State says
not four, but five...

how many?

Four.

Take him.

Now, how many fingers?

Four.

Four.

What else can I say? Four.

- Point two zero.
- "Point two zero."

"One."

"Two."

"Out."

How many fingers, Winston?

Four.

Four.

- Point three zero.
- "Point three zero."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Five... five.

Four... five.

Anything you like... only stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it!

Out!

That's no use, Winston.

You're lying.

You still think there are four.

How can I help saying
what's in front of my eyes?

Two and two are four.

Sometimes. We've had
all that out before.

Sometimes they are four. Sometimes,
if the State says so, they are five.

How many fingers?

I'm trying to see five.

Which do you want? To persuade me that
you see five, or really to see them?

Really to see them.

- Point six zero.
- "Point six zero."

"One... two... three...
four... five... six..."

Out.

Again. How many fingers?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Four? Five? Six?

In all honesty, I don't know.

Better.

Now Winston, without any persuasion.

There are five fingers there.

Do you see five fingers?

Yes.

Look at me.

Did you ever read a book by Kalador?

No.

No such book ever existed, did it?

No.

You see how the mind
can be controlled,

and washed clean.

Even the traitors Jones and Rutherford,
in whose innocence you once believed,

in the end, we broke them down.

When we had finished with them,
there was nothing left in them except...

sorrow for what they had done,

and love for Big Brother.

Stand up.

Come over here.

That's enough.

It's a long time since you've
seen yourself, Winston.

Look.

What...?

What have you done to me?

Can you think of a single degradation
that has not happened to you?

No.

"Are you prepared to separate and
never see one another anymore?"

"No!"

Julia.

Julia!

I have not betrayed Julia.

I have not betrayed Julia.

No. No, that is perfectly true.

You have not betrayed Julia.

Come with me, Winston.

Winston,

you were once curious
about Room 101.

It is not one room, but many.

This one, for instance.

You are going to find out what
lies beyond that door, Winston.

But to whet your curiosity,
I will give you a hint.

Room 101

is the worst thing in the world.

Of course, that varies
from individual to individual.

It may be... burial alive... or...

death by drowning... or by fire...

or by impalement...

or fifty other deaths.

Which death do you fear most
in all the world, Winston?

You needn't answer.

You've already told me.

"A rat."

"A rat!"

"It's gone now."

"I've never seen you like this."

"It's the one thing I really hate."

- "It's one thing I'm really afraid of."
- "Why?"

"When I was a child,

"where I lived there
were swarms of them."

"One day, my... my sister..."

Will you lead the way, Winston?

Not to me... not to me!

Do it to Julia, not to me!

I don't care what you do to her!

Let her suffer!
Not to me!

To Julia!

Not to me...

Now Winston, you are wholly ours.

You have been washed clean.

You will be released tomorrow.

"Attention.

"A later bulletin has just been
issued by the Ministry Of Peace.

"The southward advance of the
Eurasian army on the African front...

"is still continuing.

"It is feared that unless a counter
attack is launched immediately,

"the whole of central Africa
may fall to the invading hordes.

"A defeat in this area might well
threaten the very heart of Oceania itself.

"In this grave crisis

"the Ministry Of Truth will continue
to issue frequent bulletins."

Julia.

I betrayed you.

I betrayed you.

They threaten you with something.

Something you can't
bear to think about.

You find yourself saying...

"Don't do it to me."

"Do it to someone else."

Later, you tell yourself

you just said it
to make them stop.

But that's not true.

At the time when it... happens,

you mean it.

All you care about is yourself.

All you care about is yourself.

And then you don't feel the same way
about the other person any longer.

No.

You don't feel the same any longer.

- I never thought that I'd be -
- Shush.

"Attention, everybody. Attention!

"Here is the latest bulletin that's just
been received from the front in Africa.

"News has just been received

"that a vast manoeuvre
planned by Big Brother

"and involving perfect coordination
between the land-sea forces of Oceania

"has resulted in the utter rout
of the Eurasian army in Africa.

"The enemy is completely demoralised,

"and fleeing before
our victorious troops.

"Long... live... Big Brother!"

Julia?

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother.
Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother.
Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Big Brother!

Big Brother... Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!
Long live Big Brother...

"This then, is a story of the future.

"It could be the story of our children

"if we fail to preserve
their heritage of freedom."