All language subtitles for Nineteen.Eighty-Four.1984.1080p.BluRay.AAC.x264-ETRG - ID4 - English_SDH

(# "Oceania, 'Tis for Thee")

(commentator) This is our land.

A land of peace and of plenty.

A land of harmony and hope.

This is our land.

Oceania.

These are our people.

The workers. The strivers.

The builders.

These are our people.

The builders of our world,
struggling, fighting,

bleeding, dying.

(screaming)

On the streets of our cities
and on the far-flung battlefields,

fighting against the mutilation
of our hopes and dreams.

Who are they?

(crowd chant)
Traitor/ Traitor/ Traitor/ Traitor/

They are the dark armies.

The dark, murdering armies
of Eurasia.

In the barren deserts of Africa and India.

On the oceans of Australasia,

courage, strength and youth
are sacrificed,

sacrificed to barbarians
whose only honour is atrocity.

But even as we grasp at victory,

there is a cancer, an evil tumour,
growing, spreading in our midst.

Shout/ Shout/ Shout out his name.

(crowd) Goldstein! Goldstein!

(Goldstein's voice
drowned out by crowd)

(crowd screams abuse)

Death! Death! Traitor!

Traitor!

Death!

Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor!

No! No!

("Oceania, 'Tis for Thee")

(crowd chant "BB.")

(announcer) "Innuendo" deleted.

"Intransigence" rendered as "Crimethink".
"Inversion"...

(dials telephone)

Ref Times, 14/2/84, page three.

Byline two should read "Miniprod forecast
increase choco ration, April 1984,

from 20g to 25g per week."

(man) I confess to spreading the rumour
on orders from Goldstein

that the war is not really with Eurasia,
but with Eastasia.

And that for years, in fact
since the days of our glorious revolution,

- I had no faith in our future.
- (coughs)

I forged government announcements
and falsified figures

quoted for agricultural
and industrial production.

As a result of mental disturbance dating
from my experiences in the atomic wars,

I was a willing subject
of Goldstein's influence.

I was stubborn and egocentric.

When ownlife thoughts
occurred to me, I revelled in them.

I went into the proletarian zones.
I had sex with prostitutes.

I deliberately contracted syphilis.

It was at this time
that I made contact with the Resistance.

I was personally contacted
by the arch-traitor Goldstein

and ordered to assassinate
Inner Party officials.

- Bugger!
- This I did.

My agents forged documents
and gained entry to the Ministry of Truth...

(Winston) Thoughtcrime is death.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death.

Thoughtcrime is death.

I have committed,
even before setting pen to paper,

the essential crime that contains
all others in itself.

(man)... encouraging my agents to deface
party posters and announcements.

I read and memorised Goldstein's book.

For 30 years, I have plotted
to bring down the Party.

I was sick in mind and body.

Together with my colleagues,
Aaronson and Rutherford,

I did counterfeit
important Party documents,

including ex-London permits
and travel passes.

And that by use of these documents

my agents travelled freely
throughout Airstrip One,

encouraging insurrection
and organising a huge counterplot

to destroy the innermost faction
of the Oceanian leadership.

Furthermore, I used my position
of privilege within the Inner Party

to pervert and betray the truth at all times
and to suggest, wherever possible,

that our traditional allies in Eastasia
were, in fact, our deadly enemies...

(Winston) April 4th 1984.

I think.

To the past, or to the future,

to an age when thought is free.

From the age of Big Brother,

from the age of the Thought Police...

from a dead man,

greetings.

(high-pitched whine)

(whine becomes siren)

(coughs and splutters)

30-40 group, take your places, please.

Right, let's see which one of us
can touch his toes.

Right over from the hips,
brothers and sisters, please.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

- One, two.
- (coughs and splutters)

Smith. 6079 Smith W.

Yes, you. Bend lower.

You're not trying. Watch me.

There, brother, that's what I want.

Anyone under 45
is perfectly capable of touching his toes.

I'm 39 and I've had four children.

We don't all have
the privilege of fighting.

Remember our boys
on the Malabar front.

Just think what they have to put up with.

(coughing)

- Morning, Smith.
- Parsons.

- Heard the rumour?
- No. Good news, is it?

I should say so, yes.

Choco rations going up.

- Really?
- 25g next week.

Doubleplus good, eh?

By the way, Smith, I seem to have run out
of razor blades for some reason.

You wouldn't happen to have any spare?

I'm sorry, brother, I'm on the last one.

(announcer) In 1983, Oceania's
coal output reached 630 million tonnes.

In 1976,
coal output was 605 million tonnes,

an increase of 4. 1 per cent.

5.3 million tractors were produced,
an increase of 17.6 per cent.

I wanted to ask you
if you've got any razor blades.

I've tried all over the place. I've been
using the same one for six weeks.

Did you see the prisoners
hanged yesterday?

No, I was working.
But I shall see it on the screens.

We'll pick up a gin on the way.

I'll have two.

Give me a gin.

(announcer) 2.2 million 0.5 Victory
recoil-operated heavy machine guns,

6 million rifle grenades,
9 million Perry pineapple pin grenades

and 1.4 million lightweight

spigot-launching
antitank rocket projectors.

Food production is also up...

- How's the Newspeak Committee?
- Working overtime.

The plusbig wastage is in adjectives.

Plusbig problem is timing the language
to scientific advance.

Yes.

It's a beautiful thing,
the destruction of words.

You won't have seen
the dictionary tenth edition yet, Smith.

It's that thick.

The 11th edition will be that thick.

So the revolution will be complete
when the language is perfect?

The secret is to move from translation
to direct thought to automatic response.

- Language coming from here not here.
- Excuse me for intruding.

We shall be rid of Goldsteinism
when the language has been cleaned.

I couldn't be more in agreement
with you, brother. Absolutely.

(applause)

Praise be to our leader
and the Party workers.

Other munitions production figures
are as follows.

70,000 M-20 tank destroyers
with 76 mm cannon...

Smith. Syme.

(Syme) It's encouraging that by 2050

not a single person
could have a conversation like this.

- Except the proles.
- Proletariat don't count. They're animals.

Did you see the hanging?
Missed it myself.

Bloody committees!

(announcer)... heavy Victory
rocket bombs.

35,000 Black Eagle
500cc motorbicycles. 300,000...

Doubleplus good, this.

Do you know, I don't think
there is a single piece of meat in this stew.

Looks like meat, tastes like meat.
It isn't meat at all.

Doubleplus good.

- Not like it, Smith?
- Yes. It's too rich for me.

D'you mind if I?

Brothers and sisters,
the battle for production has been won.

Completed returns show that the standard
of living has risen by 20 per cent

over the last year.

All over Oceania, spontaneous
demonstrations of Party workers

have been voicing their gratitude and joy.

In honour of this massive overfulfilment
of the ninth Three-Year Plan,

it has been announced that the chocolate
ration is to be increased to 25g per week.

(Winston) If there is hope,
it lies in the proles.

If they were conscious of their strength,
they would have no need to conspire.

History does not matter to them.

(cheering)

It was three years ago,
on a dark evening,

easy to slip the patrols,

and I'd gone into the proletarian areas.

There was no one else in the street
and no telescreens.

Two dollars.

She said "Two dollars."

So I went with her.

She had a young face, painted very thick.

It was really the paint
that appealed to me -

the whiteness of it, like a mask,
and the bright red lips.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

There were no preliminaries.

Standing there with the scent
of dead insects and cheap perfume,

I went ahead and did it just the same.

Rutherford Unperson, substitute Ogilvy.

Ogilvy biog, details as follows.

War hero, recently killed Malabar front.

Today awarded posthumous
Order of Conspicuous Merit 2nd class.

(man) I accuse myself of sabotage,
embezzlement of Party funds,

sale of military secrets, of being
in the pay of the government of Eurasia,

of being a sexual pervert
and a thought criminal.

I exploited my position at the Ministry
of Peace to mislead our allies in Eastasia,

and also to corrupt youth by means
of seditious literature and drugs.

I am guilty on all counts. I stand here,
a victim of the influence of Emmanuel...

(Winston) Under the spreading
chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.

And I ask only for you to accept
my love of our leader.

(distant explosions)

(chatter)

(distant explosions)

Can I help you?

Anything special?

- I was here before.
- Ah.

- Razor blades.
- Ah-hah.

- You sold me the notebook.
- Yes. Yes.

Please, look round. Hm?

Ah.

What's this?

It's a beautiful thing.
It's over a hundred years old.

Cost you four dollars.

There's another room upstairs
that you might like to see.

Yes. There's not much in it,
just a few things.

My woman's dead.

I'm just trying to sell the furniture.

It's a beautiful bed,
if you can get the bugs out of it.

(bomb dropping)

Interested in old prints at all?

The frame's fixed to the wall
but I could unscrew it.

How did this escape?

I know what it is.

It's the museum
in the street outside the Palace of Justice.

Oranges and lemons
say the bells of St Clement's.

What was that?

Something old.

(announcer) War is peace.

Freedom is slavery.

Ignorance is strength.

A triumph of willpower over the orgasm.

At a rally of the Anti-Sex League
in Victory Square

held to celebrate a 50 per cent decrease
in civil marriages,

over 10,000 Party women
took a vow of celibacy

and pledged themselves as vessels...

I hate her. I should kill her
before she denounces me.

I have disliked her
from the first moment of seeing her.

(announcer)
Sector 43: 929 male, 753 female.

Sector 44: 437 male, 609 female.

(cries out)

- Are you hurt?
- Oh, it's nothing.

It's my arm. I'll be all right in a second.

Brother, could you?

- Are you all right?
- It's nothing.

I only gave my wrist a bit of a bang.

Thank you, brother.

Who is she?

All I know is that
she works in the Porno Section,

probably on the
proletarian novel-writing machines.

(cheering)

- Mrs Parsons, a spanner?
- Under the sink, beside you.

(coughs)

Thank you, brother.

I wouldn't have had to bother you,
but my husband's out late - committees.

You know what us Parsons are like.

You're a thought criminal.

They haven't been out much.
Thank you, brother.

- (fanfare)
- Attention. Your attention, please.

A newsflash has arrived
from the Malabar front.

The forces of Oceania in south India
have won a glorious victory.

I am authorised to say
that the war against Eurasia

is within measurable distance of its end.

40,000 Eurasian soldiers
have been killed or captured.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

(cheering)

(gunfire/cheering)

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

- Do you have an ex-London permit?
- Yes.

Can you get Sunday afternoon off?

- Yes.
- Take this.

It's quite precise.
I rely on you to destroy it.

Are you sure you can come?

Yes.

On your own, brother?

No, I'm joining the Vicmans
Community Hiking Group.

I was held up on urgent Minrec business.

(children) # Sing to the sailors
on the floating fortress

? Sing to the soldiers
on the battlefield

? Sing to the airmen
in the burning azure

? Sing to the farmers' rising yields

? We are the children
Builders of the future

? And we the children swear to thee

? Loyal emotion, fearless devotion

? And to die with dignity

(announcer) A daring and resourceful
manoeuvre under the direction of BB

ensuring the total annihilation of
the Eurasian heavy-armoured division...

(twig snaps)

Look.

It's a dream.

I want you.

Not here.

Come back to the woods. It's safer.

- Have you done this before?
- Of course.

Hundreds of times.

- With Party members?
- Yes.

- Inner Party members?
- Not with those bastards.

Though there's plenty who would.

I hate purity. I hate goodness.
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere.

- I want everyone corrupt.
- I ought to suit you, then.

- I'm corrupt to the core.
- Do you like doing this?

I don't mean just me.

I adore it.

(man) Winston, we shall meet
in the place where there is no darkness.

(announcer) Adult literacy amongst
the proletariat has risen by 56 per cent.

The proletarian infant mortality rate
has dropped by 12 per cent.

Incidences of leukaemia, tuberculosis and
meningitis have dropped considerably.

Improved diet has been responsible
for a dramatic decrease in rickets.

Eye diseases show a steep drop.

So too do deaths
from pneumonia and smallpox.

The improvement in sewerage and
drainage has resulted in better health.

State rodent operatives report a 50 per
cent reduction in the number of vermin

in the central proletarian zones.

I just want to finish by saying a few words

about the impact of this
imminent neurological breakthrough.

When the orgasm
has been finally eradicated,

the last remaining obstacle

to the psychological acceptance
of the principles of Ingsoc

as applied to Artsem will be overcome.

In other words, the unorthodox tendencies
towards ownlife,

which threaten
the natural erosion of the family unit,

will no longer have
the biological support of the organism.

As we all know,
the stimulation of the family

leads to private reflection
outside Party needs

and to the establishment of unorthodox
loyalties which only lead to thoughtcrime.

But the introduction of Artsem, combined
with the neutralisation of the orgasm,

will effectively render obsolete the family
until it is impossible to conceptualise.

Thank you.

Excuse me, brother.

You dropped your ink pencil.

Thank you, sister.

(announcer) A pincer
movement has developed

involving the floating fortresses
of the Eurasian 17 th fleet...

Hmm!

- Not much.
- No.

Not much left at all these days.

The wars.

Police don't like us much.

That room. How much?

Four dollars a week.

(uproar)

Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Criminal!

No! Criminal! No! No!

(fanfare)

(# "Oceania, 'Tis for Thee")

(crowd chant "BB.")

(announcer) A vast military build-up
of armoured divisions and missiles

accompanied by a fourfold increase
in the number of rocket bombs,

directed at the most densely populated
areas of Airstrip One...

(Winston) It's folly, as though deliberately
we move one step nearer the grave.

I can't understand
why she accepted the idea,

she who is so careful.

(footsteps)

Hello.

Hello.

Let me show you what I've brought.

Look.

What is it?

Real sugar.

Not saccharine.

And I've got a loaf of bread,
proper white bread.

And jam.

A real tin of milk.

Look.

Coffee.

Real coffee.

Inner Party. Half a kilo.

How did you manage
to get hold of all this?

There's nothing
those bastards don't have.

- Aren't you pleased?
- Yes. Yes, of course.

Real tea.

There's been a lot of tea about lately.
They've captured India, or something.

- I want you.
- I want you, too.

Wait.

Turn around and don't look until I tell you.

(woman sings)

Listen to that.

How can she make a song
written by machines sound so beautiful?

You can turn round now.

- I...
- Winston...

Do you like me?

More than ever.

(distant explosion)

Was there ever a time
when this seemed ordinary?

(announcer)
Attention/ Your attention, please.

A vast military build-up
has been reported in the Sahara desert,

sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.

14 heavy tank divisions...

(Winston) There's truth
and there is untruth.

Freedom is the freedom to say
two plus two equals four.

If that is granted, all else follows.

(unintelligible Newspeak)

Re Times 31/10/81...

Brother Tillotson wins mini chess.
Request photo. Biog follows.

(announcer) Attention/
Your attention, please.

Will all Outer Party members
of Ways And Means committees

please attend their local community
centres for discussions...

(Winston) Under the spreading
chestnut tree, I sold you, you sold me.

Smith.

I have been reading
your Newspeak articles in The Times.

- Yes.
- You write very elegantly.

That is not my own opinion. I was talking
to a friend of yours who is an expert.

His name has slipped my memory
for a moment.

What I wanted to say was that there were
one or two unwords. Only very recent.

Have you seen the tenth edition
of the Newspeak dictionary?

No, we are still using
the ninth edition at Minrec.

A few advance copies have been
circulated. I have one myself.

- You might be interested.
- Yes.

There are plus-skilful new developments.
Let me give you my address.

I'm usually at home in the evenings.

If not, my servant
will give you the dictionary.

14,000 Victory Vampires,
6, 700 Ingsoc cadets,

4,600 Ingsoc sea cadets,

12,300 Porteous piloted missiles,

31,000 Victory fighter bombers,
23,000 Big Brother heavy bombers.

(Winston) It has happened at last.
The call has come.

It seems that all my life
I have been waiting for it.

(announcer)... named after Sublieutenant
Ogilvy, hero of the state of Oceania,

recently awarded posthumously
the Order of Conspicuous Gallantry

for his actions in the recent glorious
victory over the forces of Eastasia

on the Malabar front in south India.

Half the water's boiled away.

What does the clock say?

It says 21.00 hours.

What time do they cut the light
in your flats?

- 23.30.
- At the hostel it's 23.00.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

A little chunk of history
that they've forgotten to alter.

A message from a hundred years ago.

Oranges and lemons
say the bells of St Clement's.

You owe me three farthings
say the bells of St Martin's.

Who taught you that? What is it?

I don't know. I just know it.

You know, the only thing to do
is to walk out of here before it's too late.

Never see one another again.

Yes.

Our luck can't last.

You're young, look normal.
You're innocent.

If you keep clear of people like me
then you might stay alive.

What you do, I do.

I've thought it out.

I'm good at staying alive.

- When shall we meet again?
- Not for several weeks, it's not safe.

Give me half an hour.

I love you.

Julia.

Do you think the Resistance is real?

No, none of it's real.

Steamer! Dead overhead!
Get down! Get down!

(screaming)

Round the clock plus a 153 set
in eyes top a PMA Willmer...

Oceania is at war with Eastasia.

Oceania has always been
at war with Eastasia.

Eurasia is our ally.
Eurasia has always been our ally.

Everything fades into mist.

The past is erased, the erasure forgotten.

The lie becomes truth
and then becomes a lie again.

What is it?

I dreamt...

about my mother.

What, darling?

It was during the wars.

Before the Party.

(mother) Winston!

Winston!

I couldn't help myself.

I knew what I had done,
and I couldn't help myself.

When I went back, hours later,

my mother and sister were gone.

I never saw them again.

It's not so much staying alive
as staying human that's important.

What counts
is that we don't betray each other.

If you mean confessing,
we're bound to do that.

Everybody does. You can't help it.

I don't mean confessing.
Confessing isn't betrayal.

I mean feelings.

If they can make me change my feelings,
they can stop me from loving you.

That would be real betrayal.

They can't do that.

It's the one thing they can't do.

They can torture you
and make you say anything.

But they can't make you believe it.

They can't get inside you.
They can't get to your heart.

I'm going to see O'Brien.

I know.

Outer Party member 53922 Hicks,
Minirec, Proletarian Affairs Section.

Outer Party member 22315 Howard,
Miniprod, Hospital Section.

Outer Party member 947743 Bolgar,
Minitrue, Records Section.

Outer Party member 5739 Brady,
Minitrue, Records Section.

Outer Party member 984213 Devereux,
Minitrue, Records Section.

Outer Party member 9106 Dodds,
Minitrue, Porno Section.

Outer Party 38091 Ware,
Minitrue, Porno Section.

Outer Party member 11792 Bigland,
Minitrue, News Section.

Items one, five, seven
approved fullwise, stop.

Suggestion contained item six, double-
plus ridiculous, verging crimethink.

Cancelled, stop. End message.

Outer Party member 4392 Rosenblum,
Miniprod, Light Industry Section.

Outer Party member 66755 Davies,
Miniprod, Women's Section.

That concludes the list
of known agents of Goldstein

actively engaged
in the latest conspiracy...

Not much of this gets to the Outer Party,
I'm afraid. To our leader.

Our eternal allies in Eurasia
are turning against us.

More nests of conspirators and saboteurs
have been uncovered.

Further arrests are expected shortly.

- You can?
- Yes.

We're allowed that privilege.

Some more of this? It is called wine.

There are thought criminals who maintain
that the Resistance is not real.

Believe me, Winston, it is very real.

Perhaps you are not familiar
with how it operates.

I'm attentive to the news.

Indeed.

Perhaps you imagine
a huge network of conspirators

prepared to commit any atrocity
to demoralise and weaken our society.

The reality is infinitely more subtle.

If Goldstein himself
fell into the hands of the Thought Police,

he could not give them
a list of his agents.

Such a list does not exist.

They are not an organisation
in the sense we know.

Nothing holds it together but an idea.

There is no possibility of change
in their lifetime.

In the face of the Thought Police,
they cannot act collectively.

Individually, they cheat, forge, blackmail,

corrupt children,
spread disease and prostitution,

in the name of spreading knowledge
from generation to generation

until in a thousand years...

You may find this of interest.

Thank you.

...a rally in Victory Square
at 21.30 hours.

That is the end of the announcement.

- Goodbye, brother.
- Goodbye, brother.

They have attacked an unarmed village
with rocket bombs

and murdered 4,000 defenceless,
innocent and peaceful citizens of Oceania.

This is no longer war.
This is cold-blooded murder.

Until now, the war has been conducted
with honour and bravery,

with the ideals of truth and justice
in the best traditions of mankind,

until this moment.

Brothers and sisters,
the endless catalogue of bestial atrocities

which will ensue from this appalling act
must, can and will be terminated.

(cheering)

The forces of darkness and
the treasonable maggots who collaborate

must, can and will be wiped
from the face of the earth.

We must crush them.
We must smash them.

We must stamp them out/

We, the people of Oceania,

and our traditional allies,
the people of Eurasia,

will not rest until the final victory
has been achieved.

Death to the eternal enemy of Oceania.

Death/ Death/

Death/

Brothers and sisters,

one week from now,
in this very square,

we shall,
as a demonstration of our resolve

and as a sure sign to those who attempt
to threaten our Party and our State,

we shall execute publicly
the same number of Eastasian prisoners

by hanging, drawing and quartering.

(cheering)

(crowd chant "BB.")

(# "Oceania, 'Tis for Thee")

(Winston) "In accordance
with the principles of Doublethink,

it does not matter if the war is not real,
or, when it is, that victory is not possible. "

"The war is not meant to be won.
It is meant to be continuous. "

"The essential act of modern warfare

is the destruction
of the produce of human labour. "

"A hierarchical society is only possible
on the basis of poverty and ignorance. "

"In principle, the war effort is planned
to keep society on the brink of starvation."

"The war is waged by the ruling group
against its own subjects. "

"Its object is not victory
over Eurasia or Eastasia,

but to keep
the very structure of society intact. "

Julia.

Are you awake?

Julia.

There is truth and there is untruth.

To be in a minority of one
doesn't make you mad.

Julia, my love.

I understand how.

But I don't understand why.

I'm hungry.

Let's make some more coffee.

(woman sings)

The water's cold.

There's no oil in it.

That's strange. I thought it was full.

? They say that time heals all things

? They say you can always forget

? But the smiles and the tears
across the years

? They twist my heartstrings...

She's beautiful.

- She's a metre across the hips, easily.
- It's her style of beauty.

The future is hers.

We are the dead.

We are the dead.

(male voice) You are the dead/

Remain exactly where you are/
Make no move until you are ordered.

- Now they can see us.
- Now we can see you.

- Clasp your hands behind your heads.
- (helicopter)

Stand out in the middle of the room.
Stand back to back.

Do not touch one another.

- The house is surrounded.
- The house is surrounded.

- I suppose we may as well say goodbye.
- You may as well say goodbye.

While we're on the subject,
here comes a candle to light you to bed,

here comes a chopper
to chop off your head.

Pick that up.

The Thought Police.

6079 Smith/ Open your eyes/

(approaching footsteps)

Parsons?

Keep away from me, Smith.

I'm an agent of Goldstein.

I didn't know it myself.

Thoughtcrime is so insidious.

It just creeps up on you.

My daughter found it out.

Very proud of her.

Very grateful I've been discovered
before it's too late.

They won't shoot me, will they, Smith?

I could be very useful
in a labour camp.

Room 101 /

(unlocking)

No.

Please, you don't have to take me there.

Why? There's nothing I won't confess.

Nothing.

I've told you everything already.

What is it you want me to know?

Take him instead of me.

He's the thought criminal.
It's him you want.

(unlocking)

- They got you too?
- They got me a long time ago.

You knew this would happen, Winston.

Don't deceive yourself.
You've always known it.

The photos of you and the girl
will be recycled for proletarian use.

Do you know where you are, Winston?

I... I don't know.

I can guess.

In the Ministry of Love.

Do you know how long you've been here?

No.

Weeks? Months?

Do you know why you're here?

Shall I tell you why we brought you here?
To cure you.

To make you sane.

Yes.

(rack turns)

(screams)

No! No! No!

That was 40. You can see that
the numbers on this dial run up to 100.

Will you please remember
that I have it in my power

to inflict pain on you at any time,
and in whatever degree I choose?

Yes.

You know perfectly well
what is the matter with you, Winston.

You've known it for years
though you fought against the knowledge.

You are mentally deranged.

You suffer from a defective memory.

You never tried to cure yourself
because you did not choose to.

It was a small effort of will
which you were not ready to make.

For example,
which power is Oceania at war with?

Eastasia.

Oceania is at war with Eastasia.

Eastasia?

Good.

And Oceania has always been at war
with Eastasia, has it not?

Tell me what you think you remember.

I remember...

that until only a week
before I was arrested,

we weren't at war with Eastasia at all.

It was Eurasia.

- The last four years, I think.
- Another example. A serious delusion.

Photographs about which
you've had hallucinations,

which you believed
you held in your hand.

They never existed.

Say what you're about to say, Winston.

They exist.

In memory. I remember.

You remember.

I do not remember.

Only the disciplined mind
can see reality, Winston.

It needs an act of self-destruction,
an effort of the will.

Do you remember writing in your diary

"Freedom is the freedom to say
two plus two equals four"?

Yes.

- How many fingers am I holding up?
- Four.

And if the Party says there are not four
but five, then how many?

Five?

(rack turns)

No.

That's no use. You're lying.

How many fingers, please?

Four? What else can I say?

Five, four, anything you like,
only please stop it.

Stop the pain.

How can I help it?

How can I help
what I see in front of my eyes?

Two and two makes four.

Sometimes, Winston,
sometimes they're five.

Sometimes they're three.
Sometimes they are all of them at once.

(sobs)

Neither the past nor the present nor
the future exists in its own right, Winston.

Reality is in the human mind,
not in the individual mind,

which makes mistakes
and soon perishes,

but in the mind of the Party,
which is collective and immortal.

- Again.
- No.

How many fingers, Winston?

Four... Four?

I suppose there are four,
but I'm trying to see five.

- I wish I could.
- Which do you wish?

To persuade me that you can see five
or really to see them?

Really to see them.

- Again.
- (rack turns)

How many, Winston?

I don't know...

I don't know.

Better.

(rack turns)

(O'Brien) No one escapes, Winston.
There are no martyrs here.

All the confessions made here are true.

We do not destroy the heretic
because he resists us.

As long as he resists us,
we never destroy him.

We make him one of ourselves
before we kill him.

We make his brain perfect
before we blow it out.

And then, when there is nothing left
but sorrow and love of Big Brother,

we shall lift you clean out of history,

we shall turn you into gas
and pour you into the stratosphere.

Nothing will remain of you.

Not a name in a register,
not a memory in a living brain.

You will be annihilated in the past

as well as in the future.

3,000.

This time it won't hurt you.

Before we bring this session to an end,

I want you to ask me your questions.

I want you to clear your mind.

Julia.

She betrayed you, Winston.
Immediately. Unreservedly.

All her rebellion, deceit,
folly, dirty-mindedness

has been turned out of her.

Does Big Brother exist?

Of course.

In the same way as me?

You do not exist.

You have not asked me the question
that is uppermost in your mind, Winston.

You know what is in Room 101.

Everyone knows what's in Room 101.

Now, fix your eyes on mine.

(electrical current)

(O'Brien) What country
is Oceania at war with?

(Winston) I...

I don't remember.

(O'Brien) Oceania is at war with Eastasia.
Do you remember that now?

Yes.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Five.

You see, at least, that it is possible.

You've understood the reality of the past
and the present, Winston.

Now, what of the future?

A question: How does one man
assert power over another?

- By making him suffer.
- Exactly.

Obedience is not enough.

Power is inflicting pain and humiliation,
otherwise you cannot be sure.

Power is tearing human minds apart,

and putting them together again
in new shapes of your own choosing.

Power is not a means. It is an end.

In our world, there will only be triumph
and self-abasement.

Everything else, we shall destroy.

The past is forbidden. Why?

Because when we can cut man
from his own past,

then we can cut him from his family,
his children, other men.

There is no loyalty
except loyalty to the Party.

There is no love
except love of Big Brother.

All competing pleasures, we will destroy.

If you want a vision of the future, imagine
a boot stamping on a human face forever.

Winston...

You are thinking
that my face is old and tired,

that while I talk of power, I am unable
to prevent the decay of my own body.

But the individual is only a cell, Winston.

The weariness of the cell
is the vigour of the organism.

- You'll fail.
- Why?

It's impossible.

Hatred and fear have no life.

Why is hate less vital than love?

I don't know but somehow you'll fail.

Something will defeat you.

- Life will defeat you.
- We control life, at all levels.

We create human nature.
Men are infinitely malleable.

Or perhaps you will return to your old idea
that the proletarians will arise.

Put it out of your mind.
They are helpless animals.

Humanity is the Party.

I don't care. In the end, they'll beat you.

Sooner or later, they'll tear you to pieces.

On what evidence?

Goldstein's book.

I wrote it.
Or at least I collaborated in writing it.

No book is individually produced,
as you know.

I just believe it.

I know you'll fail.

There's something in this world,
some spirit that you will never overcome.

What is it, this principle?

I don't know.

The spirit of man.

Do you consider yourself a man?

Yes.

If you're a man, you're the last man.

Your kind is extinct. We are the inheritors.

Do you understand that you're alone?

You're outside history.

You unexist.

Get up.

Come here.

(gasps)

(coughs)

Look at you. You're rotting away.

That is the last man.

If you're human, that is humanity.

It won't last forever.

You can escape from it
whenever you choose.

Everything depends on you.

You did it.

You reduced me to this.

No, Winston, you reduced yourself to it.

When will you shoot me?

It might take a long time.

But don't give up hope.

Everyone is cured sooner or later.

And in the end

we shall shoot you.

The law of gravity is nonsense.

No such law exists.

If I think I float and you think I float,
then it happens.

- I love you.
- You have the strength, the whole Party.

You are the Party.

You're one of us. One of the chosen.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

(gunshot)

Julia.

Julia, my love.

Julia...

Julia/

- Julia!
- (O'Brien) Get up.

Stand up straighter.

Look me in the face.

Tell me, Winston, and remember, no lies.

What are your true feelings
towards Big Brother?

- I hate him.
- You must love him.

It's not enough to obey him.
You must love him.

Room 101.

You asked me once, Winston,
what was in Room 101.

I told you that you knew already.

Everyone knows.

The thing that is in Room 101...

is the worst thing in the world.

It goes beyond fear of pain or death.

It is unendurable and it varies
from individual to individual.

It may be burial alive or castration.

Or many other things.

In your case, it is rats.

(squeaking)

No.

- Please. What do you want me to do?
- You will do what is required of you.

What? What is it?

How can I do it, if I don't know what it is?

In the proletarian areas
they will attack a baby

and, within five minutes,
strip it to the bone.

They also attack the sick and dying.

They show astonishing intelligence in
knowing when a human being is helpless.

Please...

The mask fits over your head,
leaving no exit.

I press the first lever and the rats
move into the front compartment.

I press the second
and the door of the cage will slide up.

These starving brutes
will shoot at you like bullets.

Have you ever seen a rat leap
through the air?

They will leap onto your face
and bore straight into it.

Sometimes they attack the eyes first.

Sometimes they burrow through
the cheeks and devour the tongue.

(whimpers)

What do you want?

No, please.

(screams)

I love you.

Do it to her. Do it to Julia.

I don't care what you do to her.
Tear her face off. Do it to Julia not to me.

Do it to Julia!

Do it to Julia/

Not me/

(announcer) A vast military build-up
has been reported in the Sahara desert -

sectors 17 and 18 of the war zone.

That is the end of the announcement.

Brother.

On the house.

Thank you for coming.

(fanfare)

You are warned to stand by
for an important announcement at 15.30.

This is news of the gravest consequence
concerning the war with Eurasia.

15.30.

I'm very worried about the African front.

The news is disquieting in the extreme.
I've been worrying about it all day.

It's not just a question of losing Africa.

For the first time the territory of Oceania
itself is threatened by invasion.

It's inconceivable.

(distant explosion)

It must have been possible
to outflank them in some way.

I have an instinct.

There's bad news on the way.

I told them all about you.

I'm only thankful
they got me before it was too late.

Yes, I told them about you too.

Thoughtcrime.

Sexcrime, all your treachery.

I have a meeting to go to.

We must meet again.

Yes.

We must meet again.

I accuse myself of the following crimes.

I have seduced
Party members of both sexes.

I've been to the proletarian areas.

I contracted syphilis
to spread the disease

to my wife and other Party members.

Together with other agents,
I have counterfeited banknotes,

wrecked industrial machinery,
polluted the water supply

and guided Eurasian bombs
to targets on Airstrip One

by means of coded radio signals.

I stand here, a victim of the influence
of Emmanuel Goldstein,

guilty on all counts.

I'm glad I was caught.
I was mentally deranged.

Now I am cured.

I ask only for you to accept
my love of our leader.

I ask only to be shot
while my mind is still clean.

- (fanfare)
- A glorious victory.

A vast strategic manoeuvre to outflank
the Eurasian forces on the African front

has been successful.

Perfectly coordinated, it has resulted
in the utter rout of the Eurasian army.

There have been
nearly a million prisoners.

- It has been an utter rout...
- Waiter.

This immense victory brings the war
within measurable distance of its end.

Wonderful news.

(distant cheering)

I love you.

(# "Oceania, 'Tis for Thee")

(# "Julia" by Eurythmics)

Visiontext Subtitles: Neil Blackmore

ENHOH