All language subtitles for ninty eighty four-1954_en

This is one man's
alarmed vision of the future.

A future which he felt might
with such dangerous ease

be brought about.

Atomic war, famine,

revolution, the collapse
of a civilisation.

And then, in its place,

the formation of a
new way of existence.

This, in 1984, is London.

Chief city of air strip 1,

a province of the state of Oceania.

KZ-6090 Smith W.

Face the telescreen.

You have been at the window of bay 2
of the records department

for over 80 seconds.

What did you do in there?

I came for a replacement valve
for my speak-write.

- Your speak-write, ceased to function?
- Yes, just now.

You should have notified the fault.

Only a moment's work.
I found the right type of valve.

Put it back.

You know it would have been brought
to your work cubicle on request.

This irregularity
has been recorded.

Return to your cubicle, Smith.

KZ-6090 Smith W.

The repair to your writer
will be executed immediately.

Correction required as follows:
The Times of the 17th of March 1984.

Copy sent herewith contains
report of speech by Big Brother.

He is alleged to have predicted
that Eurasian forces

would launch attack
in North Africa.

Please, rectify
in accordance with facts.

Good evening.

- Your technical fault has been put right?
- Yes, I am able to go on now.

"In his broadcast speech last night
Big Brother referred in confident terms

of the probability of a full scale
Eurasian offensive early next month.

There's now no possible doubt, he said,
that it will take place in North Africa.

Other fronts are expected
to remain quiet".

- Extraordinary error!
- The speech was evidently misreported.

Grossly misreported. Since
the offensive in fact came in India.

- South India, three days ago.
- Exactly.

Such a careless report

must not exist.

Routine correction to
Times of 17th March 1984.

Where shown, quote,

In his broadcast speech last night,
Big Brother referred in confident terms

to the probability of a large scale
Eurasian offensive early next month.

There is no possible doubt, he said,
it will be launched in South India.

Other parts are expected to remain quiet".
Reprint entire deck number and file.

Stand by.

Everyone complete what
you are now doing and stand by.

There are 45 seconds to go
before the Two Minutes Hate.

Correction required as follows:
The Times of 19th December, 1983

contains report of statement
by the Ministry of Plenty.

The first here quote
categorical threat, unquote

of no reduction
in chocolate ration during 1984.

Please, rectify.

Routine correction to Times of
19th December 1983:

Where shown: Quote. A spokesman from
the Ministry of Plenty stated last night

that it would be necessary
to reduce the chocolate ration

to 20 grams in April. Unquote.

Reprint entire deck number.

Final warning.

Stand by, comrades,
for the Two Minutes Hate.

This is the face of our enemy.
Look at him.

The Eurasian butcher, the rebel of
atrocities, a world criminal.

This is the enemy our brave
soldiers are fighting

in the jungles and the deserts
of the polar snow.

This is the enemy against whom
our brave sailors

man their floating fortresses.

This is the enemy we can see.

But worse than he is the enemy
within, the enemy of the people,

Emmanuel Goldstein.

Traitor to the party, twice conspirator,
leader of the invisible brotherhood,

director of spies and saboteur,
this is he.

For Goldstein we can feel
only one thing.

Hate for Goldstein
because he would stab us in the back.

Because from his hiding place
he helps and directs our Eurasian enemies.

Now in this film

which has fallen
into the hands of the Party

hear the voice
of the traitor himself.

The revolution has been betrayed!

- Traitor!
- Call to death!

Hate!

I was one of the leaders
of the revolution.

So who should know better
the ideals for which we fought.

Traitor!

Here, in enforced
and undeserved exile

I weep to hear of
the ruin of all our plans.

Go on, weep then!

Liar!

Where today is the freedom
that was promised to Oceania.

There is no freedom of speech,
no freedom of thought,

no freedom of assembly,
no freedom of the press!

Freedom is slavery!
Freedom is slavery!

Freedom is slavery!

What has remained
of the ideal of peace?

Universal peace,
peace with our neighbours,

peace to till the soil, peace!

War is peace!
War is peace!

War is peace!

The whole of Oceania

is plunged in ignorance.

Universal and abysmal ignorance.

Ignorance even of the most elementary
principles of democracy.

Ignorance is strength!
Ignorance is strength!

Ignorance is strength!

The dictatorship of the party

must be overthrown!

I call upon the people to destroy

the tyrant who calls himself
Big Brother!

Down with them!
Down with the enemies of the party!

Kill him! Smash him!
Torture him!

Tear him to pieces!

Down with Goldstein!

I hate him! I hate him!

I hate him!

[I hate Big Brother.]

Down with Goldstein!

Down with Goldstein!

Remember what I say.
I am speaking the truth.

I call upon the people
to follow me!

Follow me!

Follow me or die!

- Big Brother!
- Watch over us.

You save us! You help us!

- Our protector!
- Big Brother!

B. B.! B. B.! B. B.!

Syme…

Smith.

- What is it?
- Are you going to the canteen?

- Of course.
- Look, I'll join you if you don't mind.

Now, please.
Come along, men.

Them is stew with salt,
them is stew without.

Now, now, come on, please!

Them is stew with salt,
them is stew without.

By the way, Smith,

I suppose you haven't got any
razor blades.

Not one. I tried all
over the place.

They - they don't exist any longer.

Sometimes people
have a few hoarded away.

I've been using
the same blade for weeks.

Now, men.

- Come on, men.
- Which…?

Them's stew with salt,
them's stew without.

Any gin, there?

Give me one.

It's 25 cents all together.

There's a free table
under the telescreen.

Sit, I'll join you.

Now, men. Come on there!

Them's stew with salt,
them's stew without.

You looked in need of that.

The Two Minutes Hate
can be quite exhausting.

Did you go to see the
prisoners hanged yesterday?

No, I was working.
The telescreens are bound to show it soon.

Very inadequate substitute.

- How is the stew today?
- It's all right.

It's… it's very good.

You're hard at work
on the dictionary, I suppose.

Yes. I've reached
the adjectives at last.

It's fascinating working
in the research department.

We are in constant touch
with our colleagues in New York,

getting the language
into its final shape.

Newspeak.

I can see we'll have a busy time
if it becomes compulsory

learning all the new words
your department has invented for us.

We are not only inventing words,
we are destroying them. Scores of them.

Thousands every day.
And it's beautiful.

- Beautiful?
- The simplicity of it, of course.

For one example,
let's take the word "good".

Once you have that,
what need for the word "bad"?

"ungood" does just well.

Then instead of a string of vague
extra words like "excellent"

or "splendid", you have "plusgood",
or stronger still,

"doubleplusgood".

In Newspeak the whole notion of goodness
and badness will be covered by 6 words.

In reality by only one word.

Don't you see
the beauty of that, Winston?

It was B.B.'s idea originally,
of course.

I do my best to keep up
with the published changes.

Do you? Yes, I've red
some of those little pieces

you have published
in the Times occasionally.

In Newspeak, too.

Good in their way,
but they're only translations.

You were still thinking
in Oldspeak

clinging to
useless shades of meaning.

To be or not to be…

The verb "to be" is abolished
in the 11th edition.

…that is the question.

- Ah, Shakespeare.
- What 'tis nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune

or to… or to…

- I forget how it ends.
- Doesn't matter.

By the year 2050, the whole
literature of the past will have gone.

Milton, Byron, Chaucer,
they'll exist only in Newspeak forms.

- As they are, they can only do us harm.
- Harm?

By confusing us.

You know the Newspeak phrase:

"Old thinkers
unbellyfeel Engsoc"

"Old thinkers", you are one.

"Unbellyfeel", "macro deep emotional
understanding of" Engsoc.

English socialism.

The meaning is completely lost.

You see, you can't
translate Newspeak.

Even the Party slogans
are changing.

How will you say "freedom is slavery"
when the word "freedom" no longer exists.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll move my chair
if I'm in your way.

You see, Winston?
This is the point.

Winston.

The whole aim of Newspeak
is to narrow the range of thought.

To narrow the range of thought?

In the end, we'll make thought crime
literally impossible,

because there'll be no
words to express it.

That's excellent, but even now
there's no excuse for thought crime.

Crime is just a question of reality control,
of self discipline.

When Newspeak is perfect and compulsory
there won't be the need even for that.

The revolution will be complete.

Have you ever thought

in 70 years or so,
there'll be nobody alive

who could possibly understand
this conversation we're having?

- Except…
- Except the proles?

Well, they're not human.

Look at that creature
over there with the ladle.

"Them stew with salt,
them stew without".

Thoughts like that
don't need simplifying.

Thoughts…

You've been into a prole sector lately?

Why?

- Looking for razor blades, possibly?
- That isn't forbidden.

- No, it's not forbidden.
- I believe that once in humans…

Then you must have seen
they are not human!

They have no minds!
They live by instinct!

The proles are animals!

I know what you're thinking:
even animals have a memory.

- I wasn't thinking anything.
- The proles haven't.

If you'd asked any one
of them about the past…

The past! Syme!

Yes, the past…

Hello, hello, there!
Mind if I join you?

Look at him working
through his supper out of keenness.

What's that you've got there, old boy?

- It's a new grammatical
- Oh, too brainy for me, I expect.

Rocket bomb in the prole sector
by the sounds of it.

Eurasian swine!

Smith, old man,
I'll tell you why I'm chasing you up.

- It is about that sub you forgot.
- Another one?

Yes. For the house to house
campaign about Hate Week.

Bad luck for old Smith having the treasurer
the next door neighbour.

It won't be my fault if old
Victory Mansion doesn't

have the biggest outfit
of flags in the whole street.

Two dollars you promised me.

I'm sorry. I don't seem
to have that much on me.

- You chaps eat too well. That's what it is.
- Suppose I call in with it tonight.

All right.
Will you want that piece of cheese?

Comrades, attention!

Here is glorious news!

An announcement from the Ministry of Plenty
reveals that over the past year

our standard of living has risen
by no less than 20%.

All over Oceania today

there have been spontaneous demonstrations
to thank Big Brother

for our new happy life.

As announced in our
last bulletin,

there has been a change
in the chocolate ration.

An increase to 20 grams a week!

- Increase?
- Hear that, isn't it wonderful?

Oh, my kids will be pleased!

Now, here are some details
on increased output

in other consumer goods.

[The chocolate ration
was reduced to 20 grams only yesterday.]

[Yes. They believe it.]

[Doublethink.]

[They make themselves believe it.]

[Our new happy life.]

[Grease and grime,
the smell of dirty clothes]

[and synthetic gin.]

[And that stew…!
Careful. Facecrime.]

Wooden scaffolding, 259%.

Razor blades, 141%.

And semimechanical excavators
for clearing bound areas, 14%.

That is the end of the
Ministry of Plenty announcement.

Miniplenty has certainly done
a wonderful job this year.

By the way, old man,

have you got any razor blades to spare?
I mean until some are on sale again.

Sorry, I've been using
the same one for 6 weeks.

It's alright.
I just thought I had to ask.

- Coming into the Centre? Syme?
- Yeah.

Just as well to look in.

There might be something
new about the Hate Week.

Do you know I haven't missed an evening
in the Centre in the past 4 years?

- Really?
- It's a fact.

Come on, Smith!
Look alive, old man!

You are coming over too,
aren't you?

No, I've got some work to do at home.
An article.

- Good night, Winston.
- Good night.

The canteen is now closing.

Leave the tables, please,
without delay.

Clear the canteen.

Comrades, attention!
Attention!

Here is a supplementary production
bulletin issued by the Ministry of Plenty.

Giving further glorious news

of the success of the 7th 3-year plan.

A clear demonstration of the rising
standard of our new happy life.

The latest calculated
increases are as follows:

Domestic utility furniture 97%.

Electric light fittings 60%.

Domestic glassware 129%.

Non-utility furniture 82%.

Utility metal millers 41%.

Carpets 22%.

Reading matter 9.5%.

Building materials,
no less than 367%.

Non-utility lampshades 80%.

Domestic utility cutlery 47%.

Children educational toys 33%.

Canvas boots 192%.

Heavy gauge domestic string 20%.

Medium gauge domestic string 15.5%.

Pick iron, no less than 229%.

That is the end of the supplementary
bulletin from the Ministry of Plenty.

Mr. Smith, are you there?

Mrs. Parsons.

Oh, comrade,
I thought I heard you come in.

Can you spare a minute to
come and look at our sink?

It's got blocked.
You see, Tom's not home yet.

No, he said he was going to the
Community Centre.

- Of course.
- Well, I'll see what I can do.

It's making me late for the children's supper.
You know what they are like.

Such a trawlers too.

It won't.
Oh, it won't empty.

There'll not be
any plates washed to eat off.

The very night I've got to be early
at the Youth Centre!

I'm trying to learn my lessons!

In the old days,
before the glorious revolution,

London was not the beautiful
city we know today.

It was a dark, dirty,
miserable place,

where scarcely anybody
had enough to eat.

Children had to work
12 hours a day,

for cruel, cruel masters
who flogged them with whips…

I know what happened.

Somebody's done something to this.

He must have sneaked in
when we've all been away.

Filthy traitors!

- You mean bunged it up on purpose?
- Yes.

- Who?
- I'll find out. And when I do…

Where have you been?
Leaving me here…

Do you want me to go
to the Youth Centre without any supper

and tell them
that you don't feed me, eh?

- Oh, no, dear!
- After all I've done this afternoon!

Yes, dear.

She's such a brave clever girl.

A real child hero, as they say.

- She actually managed…
- Don't tell him about it! Don't you dare!

No, dear.

- Mr. Smith has come to fix the sink for us.
- Yes, I'll just take a look.

Do you mind if I borrow
that piece of wire?

Very well.

- Who said you could interfere?
- I asked him to help, dear.

Oh, shut up!

Mrs. Parsons, I'm afraid
I'm going to need a bucket.

Oh, yes.
There's one in the bedroom

to catch the water
coming through the ceiling.

- You better leave it alone.
- Why?

- She thinks it's sabotage.
- Oh, does she?

The rich men were called capitalists.

They were fat, ugly men
with wicked faces,

like the one shown
on the opposite page.

- Look at his funny shiny hat.
- Yes.

That was their uniform.

You are old.
Did you ever see a capitalist?

I don't remember.

The capitalists owned
everything in the world.

If anyone disobeyed them,
they could throw them into prison.

What are you doing?

It's quite simple. You just slacker this nut
and let the water run out.

Nine times out of ten you
can get a deep obstruction.

You do know a lot, don't you?

about our sink.

They're all the same,
these old things.

You mean it was him who did it?

- Here you are, Mr. Smith.
- Oh, thank you.

- Don't! Don't do anything to help him!
- What's the matter?

Traitor, criminal,
saboteur, Goldsteinist…

Face the telescreen, comrade.

In a moment he's going to show us
what he blocked the pipe up with.

No, Mr. Smith!

Show what's in the pipe!

It's hair.

It's reddish most of it.
Like yours. See?

You'll need to be careful
washing their heads over the sink.

Don't you laugh at me!

They didn't laugh at me this afternoon.
They didn't!

- What happened this afternoon?
- I won a medal.

Hello, hello! Smith.
What's this? Who won a medal?

- I did.
- What?

Tom, she was out with her troop
of spies on a country hike.

Let's sit down and hear all about it.

And she got two other girls to go
with her and they slipped off from the hike.

- Why did they do that?
- We were following this strange man I saw.

I was sure he was some sort
of enemy agent.

Parachutist perhaps.
He was a foreigner.

- How do you know?
- Well, he was wearing a funny kind of shoes.

I never saw anybody
with shoes like that before.

Pretty smart, huh?
How's that for a sharp eye.

- Go on. You trailed him?
- For two whole hours.

And when we got to Barnet,
we told the patrols.

- And then?
- They arrested him, of course.

They took him away
to the Ministry of Love.

- The Ministry of Love.
- Oh, I've been to there all right.

Since on her word.

That's a clever girl.
That deserves a medal if anything does.

You'll be on all the telescreens tomorrow.

And they'll want you down
at the Youth Centre, won't they?

Oh, yes. I've got to go.
I've got to.

And she hasn't given me my supper!

- Why then?
- With all this bother with the sink…

You can use it now, Mrs. Parsons.

You get her
something to eat straight away.

My, my! We'll have got
something to be proud of now.

Victory Mansion's own child hero.

Uh, and I've got
a lot of leaflets here about Hate Week

to hand out
at the Community Centre tonight.

You should have been there,
Winston, old man.

Let me see. I want to see.

Of course.
But I must talk to Mr. Smith now.

- Well, I'd better be going. Good night.
- I'll come with you, old man.

I'm organising hoards of men
to put up bunting. 400 meters…

- Where is my supper!
- One moment, dear.

And I want mine! Some day
I'm going to be a child hero!

You've got to make us strong.
We're the glorious generation.

We're going to track down
all the thought criminals and traitors.

We'll shoot them. We'll vaporise them.
Whoever they are.

And I'd like to put your name down
as lead of one of the groups, old man.

- Of course. Yeah.
- Good. I knew I could rely on you.

There will be a lot of organising to do,
but I do most of the work myself.

- Gotta keep up with the kiddies.
- Yes, they're very keen.

Yes, all they think of
is of spies and the war of course,

- It's very peculiar.
- What is?

Sort of alcove there.

Peculiar, why?

Meant for a bookcase, I'd say,
when these houses were built.

I could swear it's out
of view of telescreen.

You're implying the thought police
forgot to test it?

No, Winston, old man, no.

Oh, by the way,
here's that 2 dollar sub I owe you.

Oh, ta.

Ah, yes,

I'm very proud of my kiddies.

Winston, why didn't you get married?

- You should have, you know. It's…
- My duty to the Party?

Exactly.

I have been married.

We separated with the Party permission.

I haven't seen her for years.

- Any children?
- No.

Of course then
you had to separate. I mean…

There was no point in
staying together, was there?

No point at all.

You say, old man,
you weren't looking for…

I think in the old days
they used the word "love", were you?

- Of course not.
- That's called sex crime today.

Loyalty to the individual
is detrimental to the Party.

And the only purpose of marriage
is to beget children to the service of the State.

I too belonged to the
Junior Antisex League.

The old Antisex League.
Some of the jolliest times I ever had.

Community hikes, parades…

Was a member for 8 years, you know.
Nearly took the oath of celibacy.

If it hadn't been
to the repopulation deal of 1973…

That's when I married too.

Ah, come a long way since then,
haven't we?

Soon the whole glorious
new system in operation.

Separate the sexes,
artificial insemination…

and institutions
for the children.

Of course, far better than family life
for bringing them up in the true Party spirit.

I think my kiddies were born
too soon for all that.

- It's like I cheated them somehow.
- I think they'll catch up.

They'll join the Antisex League
as soon as they're old enough.

When I see my little girl
in the old checked sash,

I'll even be prouder then
than I was tonight.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

That reminds me…

I'm just going to see
if she's been fed, the poor kid.

- Good night, old man.
- Good night.

[Don't let it show in your face.
Get rid of this thought.]

[Rid of it. Quickly,
before it's too late.]

[Doublethink.
Practise it.]

[The Party says
the Earth is flat.]

[True! That's true.]

[The Party says
2 and 2 make 5.]

[True…
No, but not to know.]

[Forget and forget
that you've forgotten.]

[Doublethink, crimestop…]

[Ignorance is strength.]

Comrades, attention!

Here is a special bulletin
from the Ministry of Peace.

It tells a victory.
Victory on the south Indian front.

It can be revealed that for 72 hours
without break or rest

our beloved leader,
Big Brother,

ceaselessly studied reports
from the battlefield.

He scrutinised each list of casualties.

He even found time to

rejoice in accounts of individual
acts of heroism

by our glorious soldiers,

in the brave deeds of those
who are carrying out his wise decisions

and winning the victory
that he had planned.

The victory that he had made to happen,
as day must follow night.

The victory is his!
Victory to him!

The glory is his!
Glory to him!

Big Brother!
Big Brother!

Big Brother!

Here it is. Listen to this.

"She slipped off her dress

disclosing the whole warm
beauty of her body."

"Arthur -she whispered-
the door is unlocked."

The door is unlocked.

How is it called?

"One night in a girl school"
by Jason Flinders.

Jason Flinders.
Won't you remember that name?

It's pretty cosy stuff, you know?

Look at this.
He's written hundreds of them, see?

- Where did you get 'em?
- Oh, I've got my contacts, see?

I'll find you any number you want.
If you pay for 'em.

Pay for 'em?
There any five cent ones?

Yeah, but it's special.
Here. 25 for you.

There ought to be something done about it.
There's got to be. And soon!

This is important.

I tell you. No number ending
in 7 ain't won for over 14 months.

- Yes it has too.
- No, it has not!

I've taken down all the
state lottery numbers.

Got them all wrote down
all over the paper.

And I tell you that no number…

Yes, it has. And I pretty near
tell you the ruddy number.

407 identity.

February. Second week in February.

I've got it all in black and white and
I tell you that no number ending in…

All I asked you is for a pint.

Alright, alright. That's enough.

Oh, I asked it civil enough, didn't I?

Are you telling me
you ain't got a pint mug

not in the whole bleedin' booze?

I don't know what you mean.

Liters and half liters
is all we serve here.

I've just taken a fancy
to my pint today.

When I was a young man…

Oh, when you was a young man
we was all living in the tree tops.

Can I offer you a drink?

Here! A gent!

A pint. A pint o' wallop.

- You've no gin?
- In a prole sector?

We don't get it here.

Beer. 12 cents.

Have you seen a lot of changes
since you were a young man?

The beer was far better.

And cheaper.

That was before the war.

Which war was that?

It's all wars.

Of course people of my age
don't really know

what conditions were like
before the revolution.

We can only read
what the history books say.

Was there really terrible oppression and
people starving and no boots to wear?

Women and children being whipped
to work 14 hours a day
and sleeping ten in a room?

And capitalists in great houses,
driving carriages and motorcars

and wearing top hats
and drinking champagne?

Top hats!

Funny you should mention that.

I was only thinking the other day

I ain't seen a top hat in years.

Last time I wore one
was in Mrs. Drenlaws' funeral.

You wore one?

More than 50 years ago
it must have been.

Of course it was only hired.

What I really wanted to know was this:

Don't you feel that
you have more freedom now?

Or isn't it a fact that you had to call
the rich people "sir" and take your cap…

your hat off when they passed?

They loved you to.

- It showed respect, you see.
- They loved you to?

Look, in 1925, you were a grown man.

Now, try and remember 1925.

If you could choose,
would you rather live then or now?

Do you expect me to say
I'd sooner be young again?

No, it isn't that.
Don't you understand? I…

When you're old
you are never well.

My feet, dreadful.
And my bladder…

On the other hand
it has great advantages.

You don't have the same worries.

No trap with women.
And that's a great thing, you know?

You can just sit
and think of nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I thought I recognised you
outside on the pavement.

You recognised me?

Yes, you are the gentleman
who bought the old exercise book, some…

- 2 or 3 months ago, wasn't it?
- You remember.

It was such a beautiful breed of paper.

"cream light" they used to call it.

There's not been such paper
oh, I guess, for over

twenty five years.

Anything special I can get you?

No, just thought I'd
look in as I was passing.

Well, perhaps it's just as well.

And I don't suppose
I could have satisfied you.

Between ourselves, the antique
trade is finished.

No demand. No stuff.

Furniture, china,
metalware…

It's all been broken up
or melted down.

- What's this?
- Paperweight.

Take it.

It's like snow
falling inside there.

Of course it's filled with water
and the white particles…

- It's beautiful!
- Yes.

Though not many
would say so nowadays.

If you should happen to want to buy it,
the price would be… four dollars?

I wish I had more to show you.

- Thank you very much.
- Four dollars, there you are.

Thank you, but you see how it is.

An empty shop.

Mind you,
there is another room upstairs.

- Not much in it, just a few pieces…
- Oh, I'd like to see it.

Well. Then…

We'll need a light
if we're going upstairs.

Before my wife died
this was our sitting-room.

I'm selling all the furniture off
by little and little.

And that's a nice
gateleg table over there.

Of course, you had to mend the hinges
if you wanted to use the flaps.

There is… there is no telescreen!

No, I've never had one of those things.

If you want one down here
you have to buy it, you know?

They're not provided.

Too expensive.
I never felt that I needed one, somehow.

Sorry. No books. They…

They were all taken away long ago.

I doubt that you find any
in the prole sector nowadays.

but if you just happen to be
interested in old print.

Now, the frame is fixed to the wall.

My wife always had a fear of cords breaking
and being startled in the night.

But this I could unstick for you.

Do you know the name of that place?
It's in ruin now.

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

That's right.
Just outside of the law courts.

It was a church at one time.

Saint Clement Danes, the name was.

"Oranges and lemons,

say the bells of Saint Clement's"

What's that?

Just a rhyme
we had when I was a boy.

Just the names of churches.
All the principal ones in London.

- I never knew that being a church.
- But how did that rhyme go?

Oh, I've got it.

"Oranges and lemons
say the bells of Saint Clement's.

You owe me 5 farthings,
say the bells of Saint Martin's".

It's like the sound of bells.
Please, go on.

That's as far as I can get.

"farthing", you know, that was a small coin,
something like a cent.

- Yes, And where was Saint Martin's?
- It's still standing.

In Victory square,
just near the statue of Big Brother,

on top of the tall fluted column
with the lions at the foot.

It wasn't always Big Brother, you know.

Oh, well, we've seen enough of this room.
We'd better be getting back to the shop.

Yes.

Now, you go first,
I must take my time on the stairs.

What do you got there?

Ah, the old mace.

I had forgotten all about that.

That's a real antique.

- Now, I could let you have that for…
- No, I don't want it.

Anything the matter?

You haven't got a way out?
Through the back of the shop, as a shortcut I mean.

Never mind. It wouldn't help.

If it's the patrols,
you came here looking for razor blades.

Party members do it occasionally.

- You're forgetting your purse.
- Yes. Thank you.

So glad that you found something
to your liking.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

My name is Charrington.

Call in again if you're passing.

Don't forget.

the Chesnut tree specialities.
Aren't they?

Cloves and saccharine.

But it does add something
to this Victory gin.

but I can't put it in every time,
you know?

There's a war on.

All right for now.

Come again in a few minutes.

- Good evening, comrade.
- Good evening.

- Get me a large gin, will you?
- Yes, comrade. Many places, sit

- Wherever you like.
- Thank you.

Syme.

Smith.

- May I join you?
- Yes, of course.

- It's quiet here.
- Yes.

- Do you come often?
- Not at all.

Now, I've been here
once or twice in my life.

Sometimes there are
Party musicians and painters.

It's colourful.

It's 25 cents.

It's the luxury tax, you see.

Any more gin for anybody?

Remember, it's all on the house
if you're a member.

Syme.

Yes?

Syme, have you ever noticed a young girl?
Dark hair, about 25.

She works in the Minitru
at the fiction department of fancy.

She was at the table next to ours
in the canteen yesterday.

Yes, I've noticed her, why?

Well, I've got reason
to believe that she is a…

I've got reason to believe that she

was a district organiser at both
the Youth League and the Junior Antisex League.

If I'm correct she might provide
for an exemplary subject

for a Newspeak article
I'm proposed to write.

Sounds a most interesting project.

Commendably orthodox.

Doppelplusgoodthinkful.

Underneath the spreading
chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

They lie here
and here lied we

'neath the spreading chestnut tree.

What was that?
Who are they?

- Don't you recognise them?
- No.

Of course! It was in the Times.
The last conspiracy trial!

But they've changed!

They confessed to sabotage,
embezzlement of Party funds,

intrigues with the Goldstein's agents
against Big Brother.

They confessed.

Now the telescreen is reminding them.

They were released.

They come here every day.
For them, the gin is free.

They can play chess…

if they wish.

I'm sorry I disturbed you
when you were playing out your problem.

No, you didn't.

This café is quiet and suitable.

I supposed the members
of your chess club come here to play.

Members?

The Minitru chess club.

You are on the committee this year,
aren't you?

I saw your name
on a notice.

Today…

- Today I received a notification.
- What?

That I'm suspended
from all my duties

pending investigation
of my conduct.

You?

I'm even suspended
from chess club.

Winston!

This is unfortunate.
I've no doubt the enquiry will be fair.

Don't go. I've been sitting here for hours
trying to decide what I could have done.

Something I said.
Something I thought.

Yesterday, in the canteen…
I talked too much, perhaps.

Who was listening?

There was Parsons…
and there was you, Winston.

I don't remember.

And at the next table there was that girl,
the one you mentioned.

Let me go.
I have nothing to do with it.

Which one did denounce me?

Winston, was it yourself?
What did I say?

Winston, don't leave me…

- …alone!
- 2159 Syme B.

Stand where you are.

All of the customers in the
Chestnut Tree Cafe are to leave immediately.

Quickly! Quickly!

Syme,
-- Thinkpol.

The Thought Police
are joining you.

full of men in
black uniforms.

Syme, not me.

If they wanted me,
they'd be coming by now.

She can't have reported me.

Yet.

I should have acted down
in the prole sector.

Got her alone.
Smashed her head in.

I can still do it.
Counterattack.

An open window,
an empty staircase…

To go on her way… I'll watch for her,

wait for her… from tomorrow.

- Is your presetting completed?
- Yes.

Test the motor.

Very well. Stand to attention.
They'll be here in a moment.

In a few weeks that tune
will be haunting every prole sector in air strip 1.

The sentimental ones,
are used sparingly
so they're always popular.

Now, the apparatus that produced that
was comparatively simple, as you saw.

But here, in Pornosec,

we'd like to see our novel writing
machine in operation.

This way.

I've seen your lottery calculators
in the Ministry of Plenty.

These are much more elaborate.

This machine can turn out
20 pornographic novels a day.

All phrases and thought sequences
were built in during assembly

so that it has
its own distinctive style.

Its products go out
under the name of Jason Flinders.

And then distributed of course
in sealed packets

so the proles imagine
they're getting something illegal.

Will you demonstrate?

The operator is now adjusting
the situation kaleidoscope,

- which varies the 6 basic plots.
- Notice the operator.

Long service action in the Antisex League,
two purity badges.

She has been specially chosen
for her exemplary character.

We have to be careful here.
Those tubs are rubbish of course but…

it might be catching.

The machine sets up an entire type ready to print.
It also provides us with a check copy.

Here it comes.

"Sandra Wayne slipped off
her remaining undergarments,

disclosing the whole warm beauty
of her body.

When she prepared to step into
her bath, there was a rustle.

The ugly snag of a black automatic
showed between the curtains.

A man stepped out.

"Put down that gun -said Sandra coolly-
It may be loaded"

But a curious thrill run through"

Quickly, get it free.

Let me see.

I was adjusting the kaleidoscope
for chapter 2.

Fool.

- I must apologise for this incompetence…
- Commit her to the medical section.

Look out!

It's bleeding badly. Go with her.

The shortest way is
through the Records department.

Come along. Steady yourself.

Unfortunate.

Now. As you will observe,
each machine differs slightly from its neighbours.

We'll have a look at the next one.

Routine Correction to
Times of 19th November 1983,

after verification
with current issue. Quote.

In a statement issued today…

You're perfectly
capable of walking alone.

In a statement issued today by
the Ministry of Peace

it was categorically denied that…

Help me with her.
She's been hurt.

Records department, Minitru,
check that disturbance.

You're all right now. Come along.

…it was categorically denied
that any withdrawals had taken place

on the Malabar front. Unquote.

I meant what I wrote.
Shall we meet?

- Yes.
- Can you get Sunday afternoon off?

- Yes.
- Then listen and remember.

Go to new Paddington street

take train number 26, get off at 10th station.
Turn left.

Take the path across the field to Glasgow Lane
Down that look for the fourth tree.

- Someone coming. Can you remember?
- I think so.

Hello, hello, there!

- How is the stew?
- Beans.

Jolly good old Syme ought to be here.
That's his favourite.

- He is not here?
- No.

We work in the same office.
I'd notice.

- He must be ill.
- Yes.

Oh, thanks.

I say I wanted a
confidential word with you, old boy.

- Confidential?
- Yes. About the Hate Week.

You know I've got you leading
one of the groups of men.

Well, I was awake at 3 o'clock
this morning working it all out.

Now, where's something to draw with?
This will do.

Now, you see. There are all
Victory Mansions there

With all the shadow we've got here,
Well, I thought if you could come…

You were searching
for a hidden microphone, weren't you?
There aren't any..

- We're all right here.
- We're all right here?

I found this place once
when I got lost on a community hike.

- It's quite safe.
- Is it?

Oh, you can trust me.

Please, trust me.

I wanted to believe you. What you wrote
I wanted to very much.

Well, the note wasn't enough.

- What's your name?
- Julia. I know yours. It's Winston.

See, I'm better
finding things out than you are.

Tell me, what have you
been thinking about me?

I hated the sight of you.
I wanted to murder you. To smash your head in.

- Why?
- You followed me.

Well, I wanted to speak to you.

I thought you had something
to do with the Thought Police.

I'm not the Thought Police.
You honestly thought that?

You're young and strong and healthy.

Pure in word and deed. Banners,
processions, slogans, games, all that stuff.

And you thought if I had the chance
I'd denounce you and get you killed off?

Something of the kind.
A lot of young girls would.

Actually I am that sort to look at.

Keep an eager face,
always shout with the crowd,

never show up anything.
Then you're safe.

I do voluntary work three evenings
a week for the Antisex League.

So I'm wearing this filthy thing!

I'm 35 years old, I've got a wife
I can't get rid of,

physical grade 3.

I couldn't care less.

- Oh, I can't, you see, it's been so long.
- Never mind.

How did you know it should be me?

Something in your face.
I thought I'd take the chance.

I'm good at spotting people
that don't belong.

The moment I saw you
I knew you were against them.

- So easily?
- No, I don't think you're giving yourself away.

It's a sort of… fellow feeling.

Something you could only recognise
if you're looking for it.

- Something that flashes across "I'm on your side"?
- That's right.

You missed me. I know you might fall.
My disguise is too good.

- Didn't you ever notice it on anyone?
- No.

Well, there is a man named O'Brien.
I'm not quite sure but once or twice I felt…

What is that?

a bird…

so close…

Suppose there were a microphone
somewhere.

They'd be hearing that.

Let's sit down.

Tell me about your wife.

She was beautiful.

She hadn't a thought in her head
that wasn't a slogan.

She submitted to marry
out of loyalty to the state.

She had two names for it:
making a baby…

- and our duty to the Party.
- You know that one too.

Sex talks of Youth League
for the over-sixteens.

Actually it's out of date now.

They're getting techniques
to replace marriage.

With Katherine
there wasn't anything to replace.

- You must have hated her.
- Eventually, yes.

Darling.

This is the unforgivable crime,
do you know that?

Between Party members, I know.

And then in the end we can't win,
you know that too?

Yes.

It's just that some kinds of failure

are better than other kinds.
That's all.

How long, do you think,
before they find out?

Six months, if we were careful.
A year, five years…

We'll be careful. And clever too.
We'll find other places like this, better ones.

Sometimes we'll even be able
to manage a word to each other

passing in the street,
and then…

- We won't give up.
- No.

We might even be able to find
a secret place that is just our own.

Yes.

It's a challenge
and we're going to accept it.

Now, darling,

it is me.

My hand, my arm, my face…

Let's enjoy being alive.

I've decided
to let you have the room.

Not many people come into the shop.

Then suppose I actually get in your way.

Everyone needs a place where
they can be alone occasionally.

Privacy is a very valuable thing.

If I had such a place, well,

it's very common courtesy on the
part of anybody who knows about it

to keep this knowledge to himself.

Thank you.

I shall have to charge you
a little rent, there.

Why, of course.

Just to cover expenses.
Shall we say… 5 dollars a week?

- I'll pay a month in advance.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I'll go out myself this evening
and put the room to rights.

By the way, there are
two entries to the house.

One of them gives onto
a little lane at the back.

I mean, the main streets
are so crowded nowadays

you can scarcely fight
your way through.

Always the same when
we get to Hate Week.

If only they'd stop it
just for a minute.

- What?
- The hate.

Day after day, on every telescreen.
There's no escape.

That's what they've turned love into.

All this march coming down,
waving flags, and cheering…

simply sex gone sad.

You mean, they depend on
all that hysteria all bottled up?

They can't bear you feel anything else.
When you make love,

you use up a lot of energy
and then you feel all warm and happy inside.

You don't give a damn for Big Brother
and the 3-year plan.

Oh, darling, I nearly forgot!

I want you to stay just there and
not to see me for the next 3 or 4 minutes.

- To make sure you better turn around.
- But what are you going to do?

Please. I'll let you know
when you can look.

It's a prole woman!

- That's a prole hate song, isn't it?
- That's "Love's Nonsenses".

Number 27365.

The product of an electronic machine
and she sings it as if it meant something.

She is as solid as a pillar,
as steady as…

You know, Julia,
she's beautiful.

I saw her yesterday.
A meter across the hips.

That's her style of beauty.
Strong heart, strong arms,

toughened by 20 years
of child bearing.

Julia,

if there's any hope for the future
it lies in the proles.

- The proles?
- 85% of the population.

If only they became conscious
of their own strength

all they need is to rise up
and shake themselves like a…

like a horse shaking off flies.
They'd throw off the Party…

Conscious?
Yes, like a horse, all right.

Don't you remember the old slogan,
"Proles and animals are free"?

Darling, they think they're free now.

Free to work themselves to death.

Free to enjoy the filth that's peddled
to them by the Party: drugs, foul books…

- Porn…
- Hey! My life's work! They love it though.

The Party gives them
exactly what they want.

If only there was
some way to show them…

- Do you think the Brotherhood…
- What about the Brotherhood?

It's just struck me. Being able to talk
about it. I've never done it in my life.

Do you think Goldstein's
brotherhood really exists?

- No.
- Why not?

Rebel against the Party?
Would be too stupid.

There's that inner party man
of Minitru, O'Brien.

I've always thought
he is a man you could trust.

If only you could get him alone.
You know, once…

It was just after the Two Minutes Hate.
I caught his eye…

Darling, you can turn around now.

- Your face…
- Do you like it?

Yes.

Prole women use this stuff,
but I don't know if I put it on right.

The dress doesn't fit very well.

30 years ago
it belonged to Mrs. Charrington.

This is my style of beauty.

At least I'm a woman now!

And I belong in this room, don't I?
How old do you think everything is here?

- More than the dress. ¿50 years? ¿100?
- Picture is a hundred years old?

It's probably two.
You can't tell the age of anything nowadays.

- Have you seen that place near the ford?
- It used to be a church.

Saint Clement Danes its name was.

"Oranges and lemons,
say the bells of Saint Clement's.

I owe you 5 farthings,
say the bells of Saint Martin's.

When will you pay me?
say the bells of old Bailey".

- Do you know it?
- I can't remember any more.

- Who taught it to you?
- My grandfather, when I was a little girl.

Winston, forget about the brotherhood.

The clever thing is what we're doing now.
Just to break the rules and stay alive.

The kettle is boiling.
I'm gonna make some coffee.

I brought some.
It's over there.

Victory coffee? I've got
something much better that that.

Jason Flinders manicure set,
the tools of my trade, concealing…

one quarter of Inner Party coffee!

- Where did you get hold of it?
- Black market.

There's nothing
these Inner Party swine don't have.

And look!
Real sugar, no saccharine.

- Darling, will you make the coffee?
- Yes, I will.

Winston!

What was it?

It was a rat.

A rat.
What a fuss to make. And a mess!

Yes, there's the hole.

I'll have to bang it up
with some of the broken plaster.

Darling, you're trembling.
Come and sit down.

I don't like rats, that's all.

Tell me.

There is something to tell, isn't it?

Yes, but I never have to anyone.

- It's horrible.
- Go on.

It was when I was small,
I don't remember what age, but small.

My father had disappeared and I lived
with my mother and my little sister.

She was just a baby.
Sick nearly all the time like a thin monkey.

There was hardly any food to eat.

I remember screaming at my mother
because I was so hungry.

She used to give me hers
but even that was very little.

I wanted all there was.
I couldn't help it.

One night they took my mother
away for questioning.

And as soon as she had gone
I went to the cot where my sister was lying

and snatched the piece of bread she had.
I don't think she noticed, she was so weak.

I ran out and far away.
And I ate the bread.

I didn't go back until next morning.

The house was dark.
There was no mother.

I went to my sister's cot.

I looked in…

You must say it.
You must.

The rats had eaten her.

Oh, please.

- And now don't think about it any more.
- But I dream.

When something bad happens I see the same,
I see the cot.

The last time it happened,
it was after they took Syme.

I'm going to put the kettle back
and make that coffee.

- He's dead. Did I tell you?
- No.

You see, every day I've looked
at the notice board,

at a printed list
of the chess committee.

This morning it was nothing crossed out,
but his name wasn't there.

He doesn't exist.

He never existed.

You know what?

That night he talked to me,
he thought that one of us had denounced him.

- You or I.
- I wonder who did.

- Or himself.
- How?

He was too intelligent. He saw too clearly
and spoke too plainly.

That it should happen
was written in his face.

You know, This thing…

is like a tiny world
with its atmosphere complete.

If it were possible
to get inside there,

to have your life there…

- and mine…
- My darling.

Perhaps even to find
real people again.

Hello, Smith.

I was hoping for an opportunity
of talking to you.

I was reading one of your Newspeak
articles in the Times the other day.

You take scholarly interest in Newspeak,
I believe.

- I'm only an amateur.
- You write it very elegantly.

That's not only my opinion.

I was talking to a friend of yours
not long ago, who was certainly an expert.

His name…

escapes me for the moment.

But I noticed you used two or three words
which have recently become obsolete.

Have you seen the 10th edition
of the Newspeak dictionary?

Oh, no. We are still using the 9th
in the records department.

Oh, yes, of course.

The 10th edition isn't issued I believe,
apart from a few advanced copies.

- It might interest you to see one, perhaps.
- Very much, sir.

Some of the new developments
are most ingenious.

The reduction
on the number of verbs.

Now, let me see.
I could send it to you by messenger.

Except, of course,
I should be sure to forget.

Perhaps you could
pick it up from my home, sometime.

I'll just write down the address.

Better not let them see
that we are having secrets.

That's the address.

I'm usually at home in the evenings.

If not, my servant
will give you the dictionary.

It's an inner Party address all right.
One of these big, new blocks.

Another rocket bomb.
Must be miles away.

Darling, what makes you think
he meant anything more than he said?

You saw his eyes?

Very well, suppose he does hate the Party.
Doesn't everyone secretly?

Winston.

They'd all like to break the rules
if they thought it was safe.

It doesn't mean
they belong to the Brotherhood.

But when he mentioned Syme…
"Your friend,

he was an expert on the Newspeak.
His name slipped my memory".

Don't you see?

He couldn't name him directly.
It would be mortally dangerous.

Syme is not only dead,
he's abolished, he's an unperson.

But it was a signal.

For a moment we came here
to thought crime, together.

We were accomplices.

Do you think he'll lead you
to the Brotherhood?

Yes.

- If they exist!
- They must.

I've been waiting
all my life for this.

If they're not just another
invention of the Party,
something to hate.

Haven't you marched in a demonstration
when there was a trial on

- and shouted "Death to the traitors"?
- Of course.

- You knew who they were?
- Perhaps, sometimes.

Or what they'd really done?

- No.
- You see?

How do we know what exists?

Even the war itself may be a lie.

The Party says we're fighting
Eurasia or Eastasia.

They can change it
in a minute to make it true.

Always some of them in the
desert or the jungle. We don't know!

When a rocket bomb drops
in one of the prole sectors,

it might even have been fired
by our own government.

Alright. You and I,
we are helping to make these lies.

I sit on my desk in the records department
helping to draw the darkness in.

It's your work.

We help to destroy history.

It's only an endless present where
the Party is always right.

Can't you guess why I started this diary?
To know what happened yesterday.

Whatever this chance may be
I must take it.

Do you think they're
starting a rebellion?

- No, not in our lifetime.
- Then, what's the use?

These little pockets of resistance could be started.
Just a few records left for the next generation.

I'm not interested
in the next generation!

- Only in us!
- Yes. I know.

Winston,

because I love you,

I won't let you do this alone.

If they take us,
there's nothing we can do about it.

Nothing. If that happens,
the only thing that matters is
that we shouldn't betray one another.

If you mean confession I'd do that
right away. You too, under torture.

No, I don't mean confession.
Confessing isn't betrayal.

What you say or do doesn't matter.
Only feelings matter.

If they could make me
stop loving you,

that would be the real betrayal.

No, they can't do that.

They can make you say anything.
Anything.

But they can't make you
believe it.

They can't get
inside your heart.

If you can feel that staying human
is worthwhile, even when it can't have

any result whatever,
then you've beaten them.

We'll go to O'Brien, together.

As soon as we work out
just how and when.

Tonight. Now.

Kiss me first.

Comrades, attention!

It is officially announced
by the ministries of Truth and Plenty

that the current Hate Week
has broken all records for production.

And to match
this activity on the home front

a Ministry of Peace communicate

shows that our brave soldiers
on the Malabar front

have driven away…

You can turn it off!

Yes, we can turn it off.
We have that privilege.

Shall I say it?
Or will you?

I will say it.

We have come here because…

we believe there is some sort
of organisation working against the Party
and that you are involved.

- We want to belong to it.
- We are enemies of the Party.

We disbelieve in the principles of Engsoc.
We are thought criminals.

We want to put ourselves under your mercy.
If that isn't sufficient…

Martin is one of us.

Look a chair for yourself.
You can stop being a servant now.

We'll sit down and talk in comfort.

This is called wine.

You will have red about it in books,
no doubt.

I'm afraid very little of it reaches
the Outer Party.

Try it.

- Is it as you expected?
- No.

I have always thought that
it must have been intensely sweet

but I'm afraid
I can't taste very well.

Victory gin does not improve the palate.

Now, let's begin by drinking a toast.

To our leader, Emmanuel Goldstein.

Then, there is such a person.

Yes. There is such a person.

And he is alive.

Where? I do not know.

And the organisation, it is real?

Not just an invention of the
Thought Police?

No, the Brotherhood is real.

Now.

You'll understand that I must start
by asking you certain questions.

In general terms,
what do you prefer to do?

- Anything that we are capable of.
- He speaks for me too.

- You are prepared to give your lives?
- Yes.

- Commit sabotage, even murder?
- Yes.

- Betray your country to a foreign part?
- Yes.

To cheat, forge, to blackmail,
disseminate drugs?

To do anything likely to cause demoralisation
and weaken the power of the Party?

Yes.

If for instance it would somehow
suit our purpose

to throw sulphuric acid
in a child's face,

you are prepared to do that?

Yes.

To lose your identity and live out your life
as a waiter or a dock worker?

- To commit suicide if and when we order?
- Yes.

You are prepared, the two of you,
to separate and never see one another again?

No!

No.

You did well to tell me.
We must know everything.

Martin, take a good look
at these two comrades.

You will be seeing them again.
I may not.

Now, go back to your pantry. I have to be
switching on in a quarter of an hour.

Before you leave here,
I shall give you a book

from which you will learn
the true nature of the society we live in,

and how we shall destroy it.

When you have red it,

you will be full members
of the Brotherhood.

You will receive orders
from me through Martin.

Apart from 3 or 4 other contacts
for immediate tasks,

you will know nothing.

You will get no encouragement,
no comments.

When finally you are caught,

the only help you may expect will be
a razor blade smuggled into your cell.

You will confess the little you know,

betray a handful of unimportant people
like myself and die.

We are the dead.

Our only true life is in the future.

We shall take part in it
as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone.

How far away that future is?
There is no knowing.

Perhaps a thousand years
of spreading our knowledge outwards

from person to person,
generation to generation.

In face of the Thought Police

there is no other way.

Thank you.

Now.

You should not have come here together.
You must leave separately.

You, comrade, first.

Wait.

We still have some wine left.

What should it be this time?

To the confusion
of the Thought Police?

Death of Big Brother?
To humanity? To future?

To the past.

The past is more important.

Now. Put one of these on your tongue.

The lift attendants
might notice the smell of wine.

Martin, you will show the comrade out.

- Good bye.
- Good bye.

Now.

I assume you have
a hiding place of some kind.

Yes. A room in one of the prole sectors,
above a shop.

Keep it for the moment. Later
we shall find something else for you.

Have you any questions
you would like to ask?

No.

Did you ever happen
to hear an old rhyme that begins:

"Oranges and lemons,
say the bells of Saint Clements?"

"You owe me 5 farthings,
say the bells of Saint Martin's.

When will you pay me,
say the bells of old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
say the bells of Shoreditch"

You know the last line!

Yes, I know the last line.

Now.

- Have you brought a briefcase with you?
- Yes.

Very shabby and inconspicuous.
Good.

The Newspeak dictionary.

10th edition.

Don't open it now.

Study it well.

You too take better
one of these tablets.

Good bye.

Good bye.

And tomorrow evening at 18:30 hours,
in Victory Park,

will come the great climax
to Hate Week.

No less than 200 Eurasian
war criminals

will be publicly hanged.

Good evening.

He's upstairs.
He came in some little time ago.

Thank you.

I wanted to show him something but
he hadn't the time.

Something I found
in the back of a drawer.

See, it's a locket

with a curl of gold hair in it.

I'm afraid it's broken…

It's better.

- I went to the hangings.
- Oh, why?

Camouflage. We can't be too careful now.

The crowd were delirious.

They got their hands on them
they would have pulled them to pieces
long before the time.

- Look.
- A Newspeak dictionary.

By Emmanuel Goldstein.

O'Brien gave it to me
last night after you left.

- You read it?
- I know what's in it.

Oh, Julia, I feel a whole person
for the first time in my life.

All the suspicions, doubts and hopes
I've ever felt, they're completely justified.

We were wrong about some things
but right about so many.
And now it's all clear.

The truth.
Here, my darling. Drink this.

Now. Listen.

- No, I don't think I want to hear.
- What?

- It would only be something more to hide.
- But we are committed.

Tonight I…

found I couldn't yield
with the crowd in the same way.

For the first time I wasn't able to
feel I was part of.

- The Hate Week's over now.
- So is the excitement,

the madness everywhere
that has helped to hide us.

- From here on…
- You will have to know.

It's not a burden, it's strength.
And you'll feel that too.

I marked a few passages.

Now, hear.
Hear, for instance:

"When the United States absorbed
the British Empire to form Oceania

and Russia took Europe to form Eurasia,
two of the three world states were in being.

Their ideologies were
Engsoc, Neobolshevism,

and later Death Worship in Eastasia.

These three states
are permanently at war."

- Then it's not a sham?
- Wait.

"War has changed its character.
It exists only to preserve tyranny.

Fighting, when there is any,
takes place

on vague tropical frontiers
around the floating fortresses.

The essential act of war is
the destruction of human labour.

A way of shattering
or sinking the materials

which might be used
to make the masses too comfortable.

In the long run,
too intelligent.

No invasion of enemy territory
must ever take place."

Then the real war
isn't with Eurasia at all!

- Is between all of us…
- And them!

"The Party member like the proletarian
tolerates conditions

because he has nothing
with which to compare his way of life.

Efficiency, even military efficiency,
is no longer needed.

In Oceania nothing is efficient
except the Thought Police."

Swine. Filthy swine.

- Big Brother.
- Does he exist?

He's the guise in which the Party
shows itself to the world.

No one has ever seen him.

It's all here.

The revolution, what it was like before that,
what freedom was…

Oh, Julia, I now know at last
that I'm not mad.

Oh, my darling.
You thought that?

Even if a person is the only one
to believe something, that doesn't make him mad.

There's truth and there's untruth.

But if you stick to the truth
even against the whole world

you're still not mad.

I want to read it.
We'll read it together

There she is. I suppose she's hanging
her washing on the line, as usual.

Baby clothes.

Her own or her daughter's.

How many children do you think
she's had in her time?

- Might easily be 15.
- Yes.

Darling, after we made that horrible promise
to O'Brien last night

- and I went back to the hostel…
- Alone.

…I couldn't get it out of my mind.

I suppose we had to say it.

Oh, yes. But I didn't mean that.

I meant you being alone to think about it.
There are times when people shouldn't be alone.

I began to wonder perhaps if we could
just have gone on as ordinary people.

Disappeared somehow.

Learnt to talk like the proles,
got a job in a factory.

- It's too late, now.
- We are committed now.

- Too late.
- Not only since last night, my darling.

Then we determined to face the facts
and do something among them, but for us…

well, it's 30 years too late.

If we'd lived then
we had been married.

Like 30, even 20 years ago

we could have walked through the streets
quite openly talking about anything we'd like.

They'd have known we loved each other
and there'd have been nothing
they could do to stop us.

They can't stop us loving now.

The future is hers, isn't it?

- Well, we can share it.
- How?

She with her children
can keep alive the body

but we can keep alive the mind.
Path on the street.

- The book?
- No. It is simpler than that.

Just that 2 and 2 make 4.

- Our future.
- But it has to be this way.

Darling, do you remember
something that O'Brien said?

- We are the dead.
- We are the dead.

You are the dead!

Look!

Remain exactly
where you are.

Make no movement
until you are ordered.

The house is surrounded!

I suppose we may as well say good bye.

You may as well say good bye.

They've got a ladder!

Winston!

- Darling!
- Don't resist! Don't move!

Charrington!

Thinkpol reporting
crimefix 20:45 h.

Proceeding Minilove ways.

I discovered the end
of the little rhyme.

You may as well have it
so I did not waste it.

"Here comes a candle
to light you to bed,

here comes a chopper
to chop off your head".

Take the woman first.

Not the Ministry of Love!
Not there! Winston!

Parsons!

What are you in for?

Thought crime.

I know I will get a fair hearing.
I trust them for that.

They'll have my records, won't they?

You know what sort of a chap I was.

Not very brainy, but I did
the best I could for the Party.

Might get out in about 5 years,
don't you think? 10 years?

A chap like myself can make himself
pretty useful in a… job camp.

I mean, they won't shoot me for
going off the rails just once, will they?

Are you guilty?

Of course I am.

You don't think the Party arrests
an innocent man, do you?

Thought crime is a dreadful thing.

It gets a hold of you
without you even knowing it.

I talked in my sleep.
Do you know what they heard me say?

Down with Big Brother!
Over and over and over again.

I'm glad they caught me.
They saved me.

Who denounced you?

My little girl.

Pretty smart for a --, huh?

I don't bear her any grudge for it.

In fact I'm proud.

It shows I brought her up
in the right spirit anyway.

Barns!

BQ-4597, Barns James.

Let fall that piece of bread.

Stay exactly where you are.

Get up!

- Where?
- You go into room 101!

Comrade, what answers do you want?

I'll confess anything. Anything.

Only write it down and I'll sign it.

You've starved me for weeks.

Hang me, shoot me.

But not room 101!

Room 101!

That's the one you want!
Not me!

He showed he was guilty when he tried
to give me that piece of bread.

I'll tell you everything.
No! Listen!

Something is wrong with the telescreen.

Take him!
Not me! Not me!

O'Brien!

They got you too!

They got me a long time ago.

You knew this, Winston.
Don't deceive yourself. You did know it.

You've always known it.

170.

Do you remember writing
in your diary that freedom

is the freedom to say
2 and 2 make 4?

Yes.

How many fingers
am I holding up, Winston?

Four.

And if the Party says
it is not four but five?

Four.

180.

How many?

190.

- How many fingers, Winston?
- Four, five, four!

Whatever you like,
only stop the pain.

Winston…

How can I help seeing
what's in front of my face?

- 2 and 2 make 4.
- Sometimes.

Sometimes they're 5, sometimes 3.
Or all of them at once.

You must try harder.

Is this…?

Is this room 101?

No.

How long have I been here?

Admitted?

Seven weeks ago, Winston.

During that time you've been
beaten brutally, every day.

You see, I don't pretend.

You are confessed to assassination,
to distribution of seditious pamphlets,

to religion, to embezzlement
of Party funds

sale of military secrets,
sabotage, murder…

Why do you think
we bring people to this place?

- To make them confess.
- No.

- To punish them.
- No. To cure them.

We are not interested in the stupid
crimes you have committed.

Only in the thought.

I'm taking trouble with you, Winston,
because you're worth trouble.

You are mentally deranged,
a defective memory.

Now, that is curable,
but you must try to help me.

Even now you are keen
to the impression

that your disease is a virtue.

How can you stop people
remembering things?

- You can't control it.
- You have not controlled it.

You are here because you prefer
to be a lunatic, a minority of one.

Only the disciplined mind
can see reality, Winston.

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

You must humble yourself
before you can become sane.

No, no…

How many?

I would see five if I could.
I'm trying to see five.

You only wish me
to think you do.

No. You'll kill me
if you do that again.

Four, five, six…
Honestly, I don't know.

Very well.

This time it will not hurt.

Three thousand.

There are five fingers there.
Do you see five fingers?

Yes.

Still?

No, there's only four again.

But you see now it is possible.

Do you remember writing
in your diary

that it did not matter
whether I was a friend or an enemy

since at least I was a person
who understood you and could be talked to?

You were right!

I enjoy talking to you, Winston.

Your mind appeals to me.
It resembles mine.

Except, of course,
you happen to be insane.

Now.

Before we end this session
you may ask a few questions.

What have you done with Julia?

She betrayed you.
Immediately, unreservedly.

You would scarcely recognise her.

All the deceit, folly,
rebelliousness, dirty-mindedness,

burned out of her.
A perfect conversion.

You tortured her.

Next question?

- Does Big Brother exist?
- Of course he does.

The Party exists,
he is the embodiment of the Party.

But in the same way as I exist?

You do not exist.

I think I exist though.
I'm conscious of my own identity.

- Will he die?
- Of course not. How could he?

Sit down.

Go on, Winston.

Ask.

How did you know?

Very well.

What is in room 101?

- You know, Winston.
- No.

Everyone knows what is in room 101.

Take him back to his cell.

Winston, do not imagine
that you will save yourself.

No one who has once
gone astray is ever spared.

Even if we chose
to let you live out your life,

you would never escape, promise.

What happens to you here is for ever.

Things will happen to you here
from which you could not recover
if you lived a thousand years.

Never again will you be capable
of ordinary human feelings.

Of love, or friendship,
or joy of living,

Of laughter, or curiosity,
or courage, or integrity.

You will be hollow.

We shall squeeze you empty

and then
we shall fill you with ourselves.

Have you understood, Winston?

195.

You have learnt, Winston,
now you must understand.

You have red the book, Goldstein's book,
parts of it at least.

The program it sets forth
is nonsense.

The secret spread of knowledge,

of proletarian rebellion,
the overthrow of the Party…

It could not happen
in a thousand years, or a million.

I know. I wrote the book.

Now, start with this thought:

"The rule of the Party is for ever".

Remember it, Winston.

220.

No.

Take him away.

Winston,

Winston!

You know how
the Party keeps power.

Now tell me why.

You are ruling us
for our own good.

Because we are not fit
to govern ourselves.

That was stupid, Winston.
I want intelligence.

The Party seeks power
for its own sake.

Not as a means but an end.

Power over the human mind.
And power over whole…

matter, climate,
decease, the laws of gravity,

because we control the mind.

Reality is inside the skull of yours.

We control the laws of nature.

The stars are not light-years,
but a few kilometres away.

We wished we could block them out.
Here.

That is power.

In our world there will no love
but the love of Big Brother.

No laughter, but the laugh
of triumph over the defeated enemy.

No art, no science,
no literature, no enjoyment.

But always and only, Winston,
there will be the thrill of power.

If you want a picture of the future

imagine a boot
stamping on a human face

for ever.

…prepared to commit sabotage
or even murder?

To betray your country
to a foreign power?

Yes.

To cheat, forge,
blackmail, disseminate drugs?

Yes.

Your promises, Winston.

And you consider yourself superior to us

with our lies and our cruelty…

Is that the spirit of man
you hope would arise and defeat us?

It must…

It must defeat you.
I don't know…

I don't know how…

Oh, somehow you'll fail.

If you are a man, Winston,
you are the last man.

Release him.

Your kind is extinct.

We are the inheritors.

Do you understand
that you are alone?

There is a mirror.
You shall see yourself,

the guardian of the human spirit,
as you really are.

Look.

If you are human,
that is humanity.

My poor friend, you're almost well.

Look in my eyes.

It is not enough to obey Big Brother,

You now know what is needed.

Who it is you must love.

You did that…

- to her?
- What was that?

Be careful, Winston.

Now.

Julia. Julia!

Julia, my love…

You once asked me
what was in room 101.

It is there that we have the means to
root out the last lingering deception.

Pick him up.

What happens in room 101
is the worst thing in the world.

It varies from
individual to individual.

It can be death by burning,
burial alive,

or something quite trivial,
not even fatal.

In your case, we both know
that the worse thing in the world

happens to be…

No, no, no…!

Oh, please, O'Brien!
What did you want me to do?

No!

By itself pain is not always enough.

Here in room 101
you are meeting the unbearable.

Courage and cowardice are not involved.

You'll do what is required of you.

What is it?

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

You will find out, you know.

As you will see,

this is a mask.

It fits over the head
leaving no exit.

When the plastic door is raised up,

the rats will shoot out like bullets.

It was a common punishment
in Imperial China.

The rats were caught
in the sewers a week ago.

Now they're starving.

No, do it to Julia!
Do it to Julia! Not me!

Julia!
I don't care what you do to her!

It's Julia. Not me!

Not me!

Compliments of the house, comrade.

25 cents.

You've been entitled to come here
for the next three months.

You might as well make use of this

while you can.

If you want your regular place reserved

just let me know.

That's all.

Here we go again.

Bad news all day.

Pincer movement by the Eurasian forces
towards Brazzaville.

It's not just a matter of losing the Congo,
anything might be happening out there.

Stand by for an important announcement
from the Ministry of Peace at 20:30h.

This is news of the highest importance.

Stand by at 20:30 hours.

Good evening, comrade.

- Good evening.
- The usual table, comrade?

- Where?
- The usual place?

I've got a place reserved
already for you.

There's a special bulletin at 20:30 hours.
Sounds bad.

Is Julia?

I've… I've been out for 3 weeks.

I've got a committee job.

It's quite hard work.

I betrayed you.

I betrayed you.

Sometimes they…

threaten you with something
you can't stand up to,

can't even think about.
And you say:

Don't do it yo me, do it to…

so and so.

Afterwards you pretend you only said it,
didn't really mean it.

That's not true.

At that time you want it
to happen to the other person.

After that, you don't feel the same
about the other person any longer.

No. No, you don't.

Underneath the spreading
chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

They lie here
and here lied we

'neath the spreading
chestnut tree.

We must meet again.

Yes.

Shall I keep the place for you?

No.

-- tonight, eh?

20:30 hours. This is it.

It's victory!
Victory after all.

Comrades, here is the bulletin
from the Ministry of Peace.

It tells of victory.

Victory.

By means of a strategic manoeuvre
unparallelled in the history of warfare

our brave troops have utterly
routed vastly superior Eurasian forces.

The whole of this magnificent
and secret operation

was inspired and conducted
by Big Brother.

It is his military genius alone,

that has brought control
of the whole of Africa

within measurable distance
of realisation.

This colossal victory…

[Love…]

[suddenly, so suddenly…]

[My victory…]

[Love, love, love…]

[I love…]

[Big Brother.]