All language subtitles for Brave New World - Part 1 (1980)

Bottom level.
Orange beam.
Enjoy yourself.

Bottom level.
Orange beam.
Enjoy yourself.

Bottom level.
Orange beam.
Enjoy yourself.

What's happening here ?

This is a group of semi-moron Epsilons
that's going on Nature-Nausea
reinforcement field trip.

I can see that.
I meant, what's taking you so long ?

Right away, Sir.

There you are.
All set.

Bottom level.
Orange beam.
Enjoy yourself.

Now, Sir ?

Central Hatcheries plant.
Priority.

I'm sorry Sir,
there's a circuit delay.

- Next.
- The cathedral of our Ford, please.

Just a moment.
If you don't mind.

I don't think you understood.
I said: "Priority".

I happen to be the assistant director
of the Central Hatcheries Plant.

Yes Sir, I'll circuit check.

Really, these Gammas.
They're hardly brighter than a Delta.

Or even Epsilons.

Oh no, I'm sure any Delta is much
brighter than Epsilons, like those.

That's one of the wonderful
things of being a Gamma.

We're not too stupid
and we're not too bright.
...

...
To be a Gamma,
is to be just right.

Alright Sir.

Central Hatcheries.
Red beam. First level.

- The cathedral of our Ford, please.
- The cathedral of our Ford.

First level. Blue beam.

Oh, the cathedral of our Ford ?

Then I suppose you're part of
the Archford Syntho-Religion staff ?

No, I'm trying to get hold
of someone there.

Actually,
I'm with the Sens-u-Feelie Corp.

Oh, a Tele-Feelie writer ?

Not yet, I'm still working
on my first Docu-Jingle short.

- It's on the perfection of conditioning
- Oh yes, yes ... very interesting.

Well, I go this way.

Miss Lysenko ? ...
May I see you for a moment, please ?

- Hello Tomakin.
- I have a little surprise for you.

Oh, What ? ...
Tell me !

It has something to do with taking
you on very special Computo-holiday trip.

I don't know.

Ringo Rohrbough wants to take
me to the Sex-o-rama festival.

And Anmar Bowie for a
week to a Sens-u-world park.

And Ronald Jaggard
has roundtrip tickets ...

It's very special.
It's to the Savage Reservation.

Oh, that's different.

Everyone will be so envious !

- But are you sure about it ?
- It's just a formality.

It's a question of my
application being correctly.

Miss Lysenko, ...
why is this section closed down ?

Oh, ... something that was supposed
to go click-click started going clack-clack.

But naturally, I wouldn't know what.
I'm just a Beta.

- Of course.
- Linda ?

- I have to go now, Tomakin.
- Of course.

Artificial sunset has been reset for 6:04,
due to technical delays.

Artificial sunset has been reset for 6:04,
due to technical delays.

- Sir, your assistant Fordship ?
- Yes ?

Oh, Helmholtz Watson.
About Tele-testing your Docu-short.

I know you're very busy, Sir.
But I do need approval from your office.

I have to address some Alpha
graduates in Syntho-Culture ...

... and then a meeting on
consumption norms and standards.

Yes, right after that, I think.

All for more ...
means more for all.

If it can be made,
... it can be used.

And if it can be used,
... it can be made.

History is bunk.

Half the time ...
equals double the yield.

War ...
is bad for business.

As select Alphas, conditioned
to believe without knowing
and to know without believing ...

... you have been chosen to view
the surrogate revelations ...

... and synthetic mysteries
upon which all perfect
'assemblific' believe is founded.

Here before you are sacred
Teletime-plex relics ...

... of the sanctified life,
thought and Holy Works of our Ford, ...

... from whose divine inspiration
came the ultimate perfection
of the endless assembly line, ...

... which has given us the ultimate,
endless, perfect happiness
of more things, ...

... for more wants in perfect balance,
with more wants for more things.

And it's from our inspired
creator of the model T, ...

... that we derive our
blessed sign of the T.

Ford be praised.

Let us now repeat the catechism.

- Community.
- COMMUNITY.

- Identity.
- IDENTITY.

- Stability.
- STABILITY.

Ford bless you !

I am Mustapha Mond,
Assistant Controller to her Fordship ...

... Nixona Big, Western World Controller.

And I've been assigned to show you
certain selected Histo-Bunk
highlights from the past.

But everything is perfect now.
And everything will always be perfect.

What does it matter what things
were like when it wasn't perfect ?

Excellent point.
But quite misguided.

Exposing future Stability Monitors,
such as yourself ...

... to the imperfection of the past
is the corest part of the perfection
of the present.

A centuries ago in primitive times,
before the dawn of civilization, ...

... there were things that would
be inconceivable to us today.

Such things as poverty.

Although there was land and
food in abundance, some starved.

Because unlike our perfect society, ...

... they were unable or unwilling to
balance population to consumption.

But sometimes too much of one...
or too little of the other, the result ?

Disease. And rather than eradicate
the source of disease, as we have done, ...

... the superstitious
primitives continued to rely ...

... upon an useless class
of technicians ...
called ... doctors.

Violence.

Which the ancients actually appeared
to have enjoyed and reveled in.

While we've been perfectly conditioned
to want only what we have ...

... and to have only what we want
... and are, therefore, always happy, ...

... the uncivilized ancients were
prey to destructive emotions.

Such as ambition.

Hate.

And love.

Which, of course,
always led to violence, ...

... which in turn naturally
led only to more violence.

And senility.

While we remain at the prime metabolic
age of 35, to ensure our maximum level
of useful consumption ...

... until painless death
from chemo-stimulation
between the ages of 80 and 90.

The people of the past lacked
the knowledge of how to stay young.

Even though they apparently
valued youth so highly ...

... that they actually indulged in
superstitious self-mutilation.

As Seminariums, who will one day
take your places in
Syntho-Culture Stability Centers, ...

... you must face these Histo-bunk facts.

Unpleasant and even revolting,
as they sometimes are.

Eating the actual flesh of animals.

And even filthy things from the ground.

And sometimes, refusing to engage
with more than one individual
of the opposite sex.

And even collecting into
groups called ... 'families'.

A pervasively,
immoral concept of pre-civilized times.

Yes, thoroughly disgusting examples of
complete sexual perversion, as you can see.

Did the primitive females actually ... ?

Yes. Primitive females
gave viviparous birth to young.

- Like animals ?
- Yes, physiologically exactly like animals.

I understand your reactions.

Perhaps we should
take a brief Soma-break.

Naturally, none of what you've seen
will be shown to Betas or Gammas.

Much less to Deltas like these.

But each of you is an Alpha.

You weren't mass-produced in
Computo-Clone Bokanovski-batches.

And you are all supremely happy,
supremely content.

But then, that is truly the
perfection of our civilization.

Everyone is adjusted.

Everyone has been conditioned
to want to do the work he has to do.

And thus, everyone is perfectly happy,
perfectly content.

Alphas like you, Betas, Gammas,
Deltas like these, or even Epsilons.

- Are you happy ?
- Happiness for all
is happiness for each.

Are you glad to be Deltas ?

Deltas all have lots of fun,
Deltas get to play and run.

Very good. But do you wish you
had been incubated as Alphas ?

No, no !

Excellent, that's all.

Would you flash-in Denise's
assistant director, please ?

- I think she's occupied, Sir.
- Never mind, I'll do it.

Miss. Trotsky ? ... There seems to be a
production slowdown, there will have
to be a Time and Motion inspection.

Miss. Trotsky ?

There you are. I couldn't find you !

Oh, that's right, I forgot ! I was going
to engage you in Leisure-Hour today.

Well, that's alright. I may do.
Anyway, it was about something else.

There was a Data-transmission
for you from the controllers' office.

Oh, about my trip, no doubt. ...
To the Savage Reservation, you know.

- Yes, I think they're canceling it on you.
- Canceled !?

They couldn't ! They wouldn't !
Not when I've made plans to ...

- Where is it ?
- In the file.

Subj: Thomas Grambell
Ass't Director
Central Hatcheries

Re.: Final permission to visit Savage Reservation.

( WITHHELD PENDING OFFICIAL OVERVIEW )

( WITHHELD PENDING OFFICIAL OVERVIEW )

( WITHHELD PENDING OFFICIAL OVERVIEW )

( WITHHELD PENDING OFFICIAL OVERVIEW )

( WITHHELD PENDING OFFICIAL OVERVIEW )

There must be some mistake !
I had everything planned.

How would something like
that look on my Computo-file ?

- You'd better take a Soma !
- Yes, that's just the thing.

Here you are, Sir.

- I guess you won't be going on
your vacation now.
- We'll see about that.

It so happens, I know someone
quite important in the Controller's Office.

Quite important in fact.

Mustapha Mond, ...
First assistant to her Fordship Nixona Big.

Yes. We'll just see about that.

You are viewing Helmholtz
Watson's film: Planned Perfection.

Each newly produced infant
is given 6 full years of nightly
Hypnopedic Sleep-lectures ...

... to reinforce
class-acceptance conditioning.

Later, ...
in Central Conditioning Centers
like this, ...

... each child receives daily
Happiness Reinforcement drills.

As well as prescribed courses in
Erotic Play, Death Acceptance Training, ...

... full Consumption Practice
and Nature-Nausea games.

Then, upon reaching Computo-lescence
after 6 more years in a
Final Conditioning School, ...

... each happy, healthy individual
will go forth to take up his
or her predestined place ...

... in the Greater Society.

Dedicated to ensuring the
continuing perfection of
Community, Identity, Stability.

Excellent !
And very nicely packaged.

- You liked it ? The whole film I mean ?
- Oh, immensely !

You caught the whole spirit of unchanging
perfection and with admirable simplicity.

I'm glad I had a chance to see it before
it's Computo-erased and Electro-shredded.

Computo-erased ? ...
Electro-shredded ?

Unfortunately, it does contain
some dangerously heretical ideas.

I made every effort
to keep ideas out of it.

Take the scene on
Anti-Nature Conditioning.

Charming scene of little
children revolted by fresh flowers.

The implication is that Nature-Nausea
Conditioning is necessary to keep people
from enjoying the countryside and thus, ...

- ... under-consuming.
- But that's true !

Quite beside the point.

I just wanted to show why
Nature-Nausea training is one of
our most recent improvements ...

You see ? ...
Recent implies past.

Improvement implies progress.

And if the present is perfect,
then there can't be any progress.

- Of course.
- And even the word 'why'.

Why.

That's the most dangerous of all.

It raises the whole question
of ... purpose.

No, I'm afraid it'll never do to let
an ordinary audience watch anything
quite as dangerous as your Docu-short.

But the test-audience watched it,
they all liked it.

Quite meaningless. Since
they've been conditioned to like
anything that's shown them.

But, ...
all my work.

Exactly the point ! The thousands and
thousands of feet of film consumed, ...

... hours and hours of work
expended by technicians ...

... and once it has been erased
and shredded, it can be
done all over again !

Remember your Sleep-Talk.

Don't delay, ... consume today,
... use it up ... and throw it away.

I'll make a special effort to
keep ideas out the next time.

Commendable !

You know, I'm reaching
the age of 50 now. ...
But I still remember my own youth.

And I'm sure I had just as
many deviant ideas as you do.

I even composed a scandalous
read-out myself once.

I think it was about ...
the possible benefits ...

... of allowing mutational differentiations
in randomly selected embryos.

An interesting idea, but ...
dangerous in the wrong hands,
of course.

How old are you exactly Helmholtz ?

- 25. ...
- 25, just think.

By the time you reach my age
you've been able to have accomplished
this dozens and dozens of times !

Good work. Just keep it up.

Are you sure assistant
Mond knows I'm waiting ?

Sir, your case is being
circuit-checked through Computo-files.

- Why ?
- I suppose to get all the reports on you.

Reports ? ...
Oh, from my superior.

Who ?

Alice B. Stein. The Director
of Central Hatcheries.

I wouldn't know. ...
You can go in now, Sir.

Yes, there it is.
Controller confirmation
of restriction for Thomas Grambell.

Subject: Overview discretion
by the director of Stability Norms.

But there must be a mistake !
Is that all it says ?

Well look for yourself.

But I'm sure there's a mistake.
You can check my Computo-record.

I have exceeded consumption
and pleasure-norms on each
of my Free Vacations.

And so I'm eligible now
for a free Free Vacation.

This director of ...
Stability Norms, who's that ?

I am.

Oh ! ... Well I'm sure
you know about this ...

Mistake ? ...
But I'm afraid it isn't, Thomas.

You see, actually I'm the one
who requested the official overview.

But why ? I went through
all the proper channels. Why ?

The Savage Reservation
can be dangerous.

Oh none in the physical sense,
but in other ways.

You see these primitives are
not at all like the Quakerites
who were driven into the Yukon.

No, these primitives are quite different,
they have actually regressed into an
ancient form of tribal society.

Their ways are so directly
opposite to ours that it can
cause a very disturbing effect.

As a matter of fact, there were previous
visitors had to be sent to an
Emotional Re-engineering Institutes.

Naturally, we couldn't chance that
happening to someone in ... your position.

Naturally ! But ... you visited the Savage
Reservation, everyone knows that.

It certainly hasn't
affected you in any way.

Perhaps not.

But then my Predestination Conditioning
is to accept the unacceptable, ...

... while yours it to attain the
attainable. Quite different.

But how can I attain the
attainable without something unique
like this on my Computo-file ?

Yes ! ... A valid point.
I'll take it into consideration.

So when ? I mean, I'm planning on leaving
tomorrow morning. So ... is there any way
I can get any immediate clearance ...

Of course, you could go over
my head to the Controllers' office.

- But I wouldn't do that.
- You wouldn't ?
- Well I wouldn't want to.

I see. But if you had to, you would.

Maoina, put that permission-order
through for him.

Thank you !
Thank you !

A one thing ... you shouldn't go to
the Savage Reservation alone.

Take a female along, preferably one with
definite Anti-Deviant Morality Training.

I've already taken care of that.
I've engaged several extra
females over past few weeks, ...

... precisely to pick out the proper one.

Linda Lysenko. ... One of the fertilization
technicians at the plant. A well
conditioned Beta minus and ...

... very pneumatic.

- Did you pick at all up Maoina ?
- Yes, everything is programmed
into his Computo-file.

- What's his read-out ?
- Plus 5 assertiveness quotient.

That's quite acceptable
with his conditioning-level.

I think he can continue to be considered
for a upper-management post. Don't you ?

Yes. ... But I can't help
finding him just a little ...

- Pompous.
- Yes.

- Self-serving ?
- Yes.

- You see ? Solid managerial potential.
- But he is so dull !

With Alphas conditioned for upper-level
executive duties like Thomas, being
dull is an absolute necessity.

It ... vastly increases their ability
to think rigidly and inflexibly.

- Here I am Assistant-Director.
- What ? ... About ?

Production-quota
inspection-request
from your office.

Oh, yes of course, of course.

Here we've been able to speed up
the stunning of Epsilons semi-morons.

- An extra half-batch a week !
- Ah, well ... well I hope they still
be able to perform the necessary work.

Of course, speeding up the production
of Gammas and Deltas without
performance-loss is more difficult.

But even sub-Deltas can still perform
routine jobs. Sorting, filing, collecting
audience and media results.

That sort of things. ... Of course
there's nothing to be done about
Alpha and Beta-production.

One egg, one bag. Unfortunately
it still takes nine months.

Even ...

- Even Increase
Surrogate Intricate Transfusion ...
- Yes, yes, yes.

Pardon me, I really have to
take care of something. ...
An administrative detail.

Oh, Tomakin,
it's you !

Look what you made me do.

Everything's set for the trip to
the Savage Reservation. ...
Unless you're not interested now ?

Oh, I am Tomakin !
I am ! When ?

We're catching the early
rocket tomorrow morning.

- Oh, the early rocket ?
...
- Yes. What's wrong ?

Well, it's just that I'm engaging one
of the Beta-plus from Decanting
tonight: Adolf Rockefeller.

You know, the cute one with the
curly eyebrows. And we were gonna
spend the night at his apartment.

But we can spend the night at my place.
It's much closer to the rocket-port.

Unless you rather engage me tonight ?
I'm sure I could rearrange my plans.

Oh no, no, no. I've already
engaged you twice last week.
And you know how people gossip.

Suppose they start whispering
that I've immorally limited my
engagements to just one female.

I've got my reputation to think of.

I've never engaged him before.
But all the girls in Decanting say
he's very good ...

... and he's so cute with
his curly eyebrows.

Have you seen the new Feelie ?

Where this Alpha Erotic-Counselor
becomes a Delta Pleasure-Technician
by mistake, when she ...

Well, I'm not exactly sure what happens,
but everyone says the Applied-Religious
orgy-scene is just wonderful.

That's where Adolf's taking me.

- Who are you engaging tonight ?
- I'm not sure.

- Actually I'm not engaging anyone. ...
- It's just like Thomas says, people gossip.
Everyone's starting to whisper about you.

They say you have only engaged
one man in the last three weeks.

It's true. I don't know
what's wrong with me.

- Well you have to do something about it.
- I have, really. I went to a Dispenser.

But you know what they're like,
take two Soma and go to bed.

Synthetic Therapy sessions isn't idealous,
VPS-treatments, even a pregnancy-substitute.

But nothing seems to help. I just
don't know what's wrong with me.

Un-Computocepted female !
Un-Computocepted female !

You forgot to set your
Computoception-dial
on your Malthusian-belt.

I'm always doing that !

Sometimes I wished I'd been
incubated as a neutered free-martin.

Just think, they can engage
all their lives without having
to fuss about Computoception.

Here, let me help you.
You don't want to get ...
you know ... pregnant.

- Did you do the drill yesterday ?
- I think so.

I must have, because I engaged one of the
Assistant Fertilization engineers on
the Compulsive Leisure-Hour.

You know,
the tall one.

Then just set the dial to
the next one. Remember
... Day + 1 = none.

Day + 1 = none.

( ANTHRO-STUDY STATION )

I'm Stalina Shell ... Chief Warden for
the reservation. I understand you
arrived yesterday and rested over.

Proper climatization, that's the
thing. ... I suppose you stayed at
the Luxo-tel at the Rocket-port ?

Yes, it was just as nice it could be !

We're quite proud of it. ...
Liquid air, Vibro-Vacuum massage,
Sens-u-Feelie Vision in every room.

But, of course, you
won't find any of that
on the Reservation, I'm afraid.

Oh, you mean this isn't
part of the Reservation ?

Oh no, this is the
official Anthro-Study Station.

The Reservation is in some distance,
it's quite remote and completely
sealed off by an electronic barrier.

But you'll be taken directly to our
Sub-Station by Escaporter. ... From
there I'm afraid you'll have to go on foot.

Of course you'll have a guide.
They're Delta-minuses, but all specially
incubated for high eye-ear-nose acuity.

Though unfortunately at the expense
of some other faculties. Well, first let's
see if you're properly out-fitted.

Ion-Heater.
Sens-u-Therma bag.
Extra Soma and Ampheta-Pep rations.

Condensed Syntho-food.
Ultra-Sonic Micro-Bomb Pop-Popper.

You know how to fire this, of course.
Safety off.

Aim. Press firmly on the clip.
Entirely non-lethal. It nearly
causes temporarily paralysis.

Mh, the savages, mh, ... I mean if they
are dangerous, I certainly wouldn't want
to expose Miss Lysenko.

Oh no no, it's simply a precaution.
Actually the savages are quite tame.

Well then. If you're ready,
I'll show you to the Escaporter.
This way.

It's so seldom anyone visits the
Savage Reservation. I rarely have the
opportunity to show off our treasures.

- What is that ?
- Just some examples of our fauna.

But they have all been conditioned to remain
within the Hunting Reserve beside the savages.

No, I meant this.

Oh just one of their cult superstitions,
meant to frighten off the demons.

In fact their religion seems to be
based partly based on demonology.

- What sort of demons ?
- Almost anything at all. Rocks, trees,
animals. Sometimes strangers, ... like you.

- We must've come almost a mile by now.
- Yes, mh ... One moment !

How far is the Savage Reservation ?

No no no no no.
Not where is it.
How far ?

There !

Look !

Those things that they're
putting in their mouths.
What are they doing that for ?

- Stop it !
- They're eating them.

Seen them. But ... how can they ? They're just
dirty things from the ground. They're not even
wrapped in plastic ! Don't they know any better ?

Of course they don't.
They're not civilized.

Mamma !
Mamma !
Mamma !

Stop it, that's enough !

Why are they acting like that ?
Hitting, laughing, crying. Weird.

It ... must be some sort of aberrational pattern.

I hear there once was a thing
called 'madness' in primitive times.

Yes, it must be one one of this.

Maybe we better get away
from them. It might be catching.

Fascinating. ... I really should
do a Psycho-Graph read-out.

Perhaps on the ... degenerative
effects of a un-Decantation.

Yes, ... I think this was just the thing
that'll look really good on my Computo-file.

Well, move aside. I wanna go through.

No. It is forbidden to approach
the crucified God, Nakatun.

- I just want to snap some Computo-pics.
- No.

- Where's the Director ?
Who's in charge around here ?
- I am.

He's so old !

Linda !

A Ford !

A Ford !

Tomakin ?!

Tomakin ?!

Here I am !

Oh Tomakin !
It was so disgusting,
it was so horrible.

There was this female, she was actually ...

Listen to me. This could
be a real coup for me.

A sacred artifact and I'm told there
is a place not far from the village ...

... possibly, just possibly
... there's a whole model T.

Where ?

They call it the Demon's place.
Of course if you rather
stay behind I'll go ...

No ! ...
Any place is better than here.

I don't care what he says.
I can't go any further.

Better take an Ampheta-Pep.

- What is it ?
- Mescal. A little is good.
Much is not good.

Oh.
How awful.

Well ?
What are you waiting for ?
Come on, move along !

- Time for Soma-byes.
- Yes, Tomakin.

- Ready ?
- Just a second.

Day + 1 = none.

No, been two.

No ?
One !

Coming Tomakin.

Oh, that's all you want ?
Just try to be a little quieter.

You know. The evil one
that becomes the spirit
of wild animals.

- Satan.
- Nonsense, just leave us alone.

- Get away !
- No, the evil one. Satan !

- Well, we'll just see about that !
- ... Tomakin !

Pop-pop them, Tomakin !

Oh, no.

Linda ?!

Linda! ? !

After that, he seems to have
wandered for several days ...

... before being found by a
Search-Helirocket sent out by
the Chief Warden, Stalina Shell.

Apparently he initially suffered from
deconditional hallucinations,
something about ...

... demons and sacred relics
according to the Chief Warden.

Yes, Spiritual Psychosis. ...
Always a danger upon contact
with viviparous primitives.

I presume he was given a
Soma-Decompression therapy ?

Yes ... and he was completely cured.
A subsequent test showed he
conformed to proper Socio-Psy norms.

Then he can still be Computo-granted to rise
at least one more level before any disabling
incompetence has to be seriously considered.

The female companion, Linda Lysenko.
No trace of her was found ?

No trace. ... But of course,
there's no practical reason
for searching.

Her body would've begun to decompose
and be much too contaminated for
Phophorus Chemocovery.

Tomakin ?

Tomakin ...

Get away from me.

I'm not one of you. ...
I don't belong here.

I may as well have died.

Not that I mind dying.
I had very high marks in Death-Appreciation
when I was a child. Get away!

They're the ones.
It's all their fault.

- Which one ?
- Both of them.
- That is impossible ! Which ?

- Must the truth be torn from your tongue ?
- Both of them ! Both of them !

Horrible savages. Get them away from me !
I want Tomakin back.

- Then it was the one from the Other Place.
- Tomakin ... Tomakin ...

- Since it was the other, you may stay.
- Stay ?

Stay here !?
What are you talking about !?

Get me some Soma.
... Anything !

Can't you see that there's
something wrong with me ?

Probably caught one of your horrible,
primitive diseases. ... Makes me feel
like this every morning. ... And look !

- That is because of the child.
- Child ?
- Baby.

- Baby ?
- Because you are pregnant.
- Pregnant !?

Pregnant ?!

- Male,yes ? ... A male child ?
- I don't care.

You must choose a name for him.

- Now, while the evening star
bares the fullness of moon.
- I don't care.

But without a name, ...
the goddess of life can
not touch breath to his lips.

One.

John, John, John !
I don't care !
Get out. Leave me alone.

It isn't fair.
It isn't fair.

Now no-one will ever
... ever want me.

After the orgy-services,
I've got tickets to the new Feelie-orama.

Oh that's wonderful !
I'll be ready right after work.

Wrong. Wrong.
Alcohol addict to
Alpha-plus bottle. Wrong.

Oh well.

No no no no no ! It is a sacred wine.
Nectar potion, only meant
to anoint you with.

But I don't have any Soma.

Cento-partuatary
extract levels: satisfactory.

Hyper-oxygenation levels: satisfactory.

Final DNA genetic scan-level: ...

An Alpha-plus bag of Bernard Marx.

Of course, it should've been
caught earlier in the production line.

The Chief Quality Engineer seems
to think some of the alcohol for ...

... sub-stunting Epsilons embryos has
gotten into this Alpha-bag by mistake.
But ...

... But, of course, that's quite
impossible with the zero-flow
procedures I've instituted.

Probably some clerical mix-up
before the raw material for the unit
reached my division.

But I can ensure you, that I intend
to institute increased computer control.

Yes, I'm sure.
Are there any other production-defects ?

Oh, no no no no.
Just ... one random mistake.
Some sort.

A random error ?
... Interesting.

- The name again ?
- Marx, Bernard Marx, an Alpha-plus, male.

- Shall I order the unit aborted ?
- No !

No, proceed with the assembly.

Male, Alpha-plus.
Marx, Bernard G.
Inspected ... and approved.

Case number 8.
Raquel Gandhi, Beta-minus.
Eradication and Rectification technician.

Consistent failure to share an Orgy-Porgy
devotional service. Recommendation:
re-education center of subjects' choice.

Approved.

Case number 9.
Bernard Marx, Alpha-plus,
aged 6, Central Nurseries Plant.

Bernard Marx ...
So he's six years old now.

Continued socially erratic behavior pattern
Failure to conform to prescribed
Intellectual Achievement Norms.

He hasn't been able to keep up
intellectually with other Alpha children ?

Just the opposite. ... It appears he
over-absorbed his role studies in less
than the time-frame allotment.

A distinct pattern of
deviant over-intelligence.

I see.
And the recommendation
in Bernard's case ?

Removal to a Recondition Nursery
for infants and older children.

Denied.
But I want to be kept
informed on Bernard's progress.

Because gray is the nicest ...

How lucky to be a Delta and get you ...

... not too stupid and not too bright.

So glad to be a Beta. ...

How lucky to be an Alpha.

Everyone is happy.

Attention. Central Nurseries depot.
Alpha-ward one. Electro-stall 9.

Marx, Bernard G.
Rectify.

... for Gammas
or Deltas
or Epsilons.

How lucky to be an Alpha.

How lucky to be an Alpha.

How lucky to be an Alpha.

How lucky to be an Alpha.

Sleep refreshes, sleep revives.

Sleep refreshes, sleep revives.

Sleep is nice, sleep is good. ...
Sleep is what everyone should.

Mother ?

No no no, I told you !
Don't ever call me that awful name.

I told you and told you, John.
... Linda, Linda !

- Can't you learn that ?
- Yes, Linda.

- What are chemicals ?
- How would I know ?

It's your book, Linda.

Well that doesn't mean
I know what chemicals are.

Where do chemicals come from ?

From the chemical-supply depot,
of course.

Someone wants chemicals,
the chemical-workers bring chemicals.

- Just like anything else.
- Like anything ?

Yes, anything. ...
Not like this awful place.

If you want Syntho-food,
the workers bring Syntho-food.

If you want plastic clothes,
the plastic-clothes-workers
bring plastic clothes. Whatever you want !

- I wish I could go there, Linda.
- I wish I could too.

Everything is so perfect there. ...
Everything's there you could want.

And anything you want, you can have.
Anything !

And if you're ever blue-blue. ...
Wonderful pills that never make you
feel bad afterwards like the mescal here.

And the people aren't evil and immoral.
And in the other place, everyone
engages with everyone as they should.

And you can engage all the time
with anyone you'd want.

- Like Pele ?
- Oh, no.

I'd never bother engaging
anyone like Pele in the Other Place.

- Can't we go there, please ?
- You don't understand. Too late, too late.

Hey, see what I got ?

Hey, see what I got ?
Mescal !

Let me have some, Pele ! Please ?
Sure, the little one out first.

- Run out and play, John.
- I don't want to.
- Come on, John.

Little wolves have little fangs.

I just don't know what to do
with you, Bernard ! Maybe the
Chief Computer-Structure does.

Well, well, Bernard Marx again.
Still refusing to participate in
Religious Sex Devotion exercises ?

No, this time he distracted
the Erotic Training class by
refusing to play Hunt the Zipper.

Well, well, Bernard.
Don't you like to play Hunt the Zipper ?

- No.
- Well, Well. I see, I see.

Sit down, Bernard.
No, no, there in the Vibro-water chair.

Comfy ? ... Now Bernard, ...
do you want to play ...
Hunt the Zipper ?

- No.
- Are you sure ?

You really do want to play
Hunt the Zipper, don't you ?

No.

Well, well. ...
Let me ask you again, Bernard.

Do you want to be allowed to go back to
Erotic Training class and play Hunt the Zipper
with all the other boys and girls ?

- Yes.
- Fine. ... Now run along
back and play. Quick ! Quick !

Well, well. ...
He does seem to be bit of a problem,
doesn't he, Miss Arco ?

I think we better schedule him for
clinical sessions with ... one of the
school's Psycho-Sex therapists.

Whatever you say, of course. ...
Personally, I think there's something
wrong with him.

He's so little for his age.
Hardly bigger than a Gamma.

You know ... they say some alcohol got
into his pseudo-blood surrogate
while he was still in the bag.

Yes, yes.
I've heard that too.

- Still, you must admit he's brilliant.
- In Computo-reading and play-math, yes.

But he completely failed
his Sensitivity Training.

Personally I think he should be put
into a Remedial Conditioning Class.

Yes, yes. ... Or even an
Immoral Reformation Institute.

However, the fact is, Miss Arco,
that, for whatever reason, ...

... Mustapha Mond himself seems to take
a special interest in little Bernard.

And if the First Assistant
Western World Controller is interested in him,
well, then of course, ... we are too.

Aren't we Miss Arco ?

Yes ... we certainly are.

How all occasions do inform against me
and spur my dull revenge.

What is a man
if his chief good and market of his time
be but to sleep and feed ?

A beast, no more.

Leave her alone !

- You know what she is ?
- Yes I know.

- She is my mother.
- But who is you're father ?

Tomakin ! Tomakin !

Now leave !

I was always just trying to be good,
do the right thing.

Engaging one is bad,
having two is good,
having three is best.

Four, five, six is a perfect mix. ...
Seven, eight, nine whenever there is time.

Everyone who's civilized knows that. ...

And now all I can have is Pele,
because he's drunk and won't
work and no-one else wants him.

- No, not him !
- I know it's immoral to engage only Pele, but ...

What can I do whith ...

Oh most pernicious woman !
Oh creature that dust in venom
while she's with the vile ...

Say something nice for Linda. ...
From the old book that Mitsima gave you.

About the pretty lady sleeping ?

Tell me that one again.

Please !
Oh please !

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

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

Alright Sir.

Central Hatcheries,
red beam, first level.

- Bernhard, Bernard Marx !
- Oh, Helmholtz !

- Central Hatcheries, please.
- Alright, Sir.

Miss Trotsky,
Miss Meyer,
Miss Rothschild ?

Didn't I order a Computer Rejection
Feasibility Chart on increased
production of Delta Pluses ?

- Yes, Director.
- But it's not there.
- No, Director.

- Then where exactly is it ?
- It was supposed to be done by Bernard Marx.

- He's the new Assistant Computologist.
- Oh yes, I know the one.

A very spired moral record,
to say the least.
Brilliant, I suppose. But ...

But only his Fordship Mustapha Mond
didn't take a peculiar interest in him.

But if he's fallen down in assignment. ...
Thank you !

Yes, yes, Director !

Hello Bernard.

Oh Henry, am I interrupting
something terribly important ?

No Lenina, I'm just doing an acurrent
inventory on Epsilon production.

I just wanted to make sure
that it's tonight I'm engaging you.

Yes, ... I'm going to pick you up after work.

- You didn't forget, did you ?
- Oh no, I just wanted to make sure.
I'll be ready.

- Bye Bernard !
- Lenina.
- Yes, Bernard ?

- Bye.
- Bye.

Mr. Marx !

I believe you were told to Comput-o-project
the Production Feasibility Rates of
increased Delta production.

- Yes, Director.
- Then where, may I ask, is the report ?

- Here, Sir.
- Here ? And not on my
desk Comput-o-screen ?

- Then it's late.
- Yes Sir, unfortunately I had to revise
some of the definitional input from your office, ...

... but I think you'll find it all here now.
End use allocation percentages of
intensive maximization of ...

... assembly personnel units,
and a recommendation to rectify
some of the declining production ...

Mh, yes yes yes yes,
well, we shall see.
We shall just ... see.

- Bernard !
- Hello again !

I tried to get you this morning
so we could come together.

Here ? I thought you were
working on a new Feelie ?

I was, but then the producer came up
with a notion for a Docu-Jingle.

On the Central Hatcheries Plant ?
That's interesting, sort of ...

- You must be very happy.
- Yes, of course. Especially since they
selected me over several other jingle-writers.

Hi. ... Are you engaging
anyone tonight ? I'm free.

But actually,
I'm tired of the work.

No, too bad, maybe next time.

Women. ...
They can be such a distraction.
Don't you think ?

Really.

- How about engaging me tonight, Lenina ?
- Oh I can't Benito, I'm engaging Henry Exxon.

- How can she let herself be part of ...
- Be careful.

If someone heard you
talking like that !
Even as a joke.

You've complained sometimes,
I heard you.

Yes, but not over
something trivial like that.

Bernhard, I have to go
to a Jingle board conference.

Stop by and see me sometime ?

It's not true.

- Hi again.
- Hi.

I saw you with Lenina today.
I thought may be she was
engaging her tonight.

Oh, Bernard and I have
never engaged each-other.

Maybe Bernard doesn't
think I'm pneumatic enough ?

I think you're very pneumatic.

Don't forget about the
vacation-trip, Lenina !

- You're going on vacation with him ?
- Maybe.

I suppose you've decided which
girl you're going to take on yours.

- No.
- Well, I just can't make up my mind either.

Benito asked me
and Henry Exxon
and Nikita Firestone.

I just don't know !

I want to go somewhere different
this time. ... Somewhere special.

Well, I guess I better be going.
Henry will be waiting for me.

I expected young Marx would soon want
to do something quite out of the ordinary.

I see no reason
not to grant his request.
... But you don't agree.

Well, I know Bernard Marx
is a special project of yours.

But no-one has been allowed
to visit the Savage Reservation
since Thomas Grambell.

All the more reason. We can see
how he reacts to Bernard's going.

Of course, it is young Marx
I'm interested in.
As you say, a special project.

If a random variant, like Bernard,
proves to be socially adaptable ...

... it might mean that certain mutations
in the assembly process would be useful.

Course, he could be Psycho-Emotively
disordered by exposure to the
freedom of the reservation.

Yes, and then he would be
quite useless for further testing.

Perhaps ... if a normative
factor is controlled in, a female ...

Has he requested
permission to bring one along ?

I believe so. ... Yes, a Beta-technician
in Central Hatcheries Plant,
Lenina Disney.

Bernard Marx !? ... You're actually going on
your vacation-trip with little Bernard Marx ?

Yes !

But why ?
No-one ever goes anywhere with him.

I know, but this is
something different,
special.

Bernard has permission to go to the
Savage Reservation. Almost no-one except
the Director himself has ever been there !

Besides,
I like Bernard.

Of course I've never engaged him,
but ... there's something about him
that's so ... cuddly.

Bernard, it's all set. I've arranged
my Comput-o-leaves so I can go to
the Savage Reservation with you.

- That's wonderful !
- Of course we should engage
at least once before we go.

Otherwise people would start talking.
Maybe even tomorrow night. ...
I shift around ...

- Could we go somewhere private
to discuss this ?
- Whatever for ?

Besides, I don't have time right now.

Come on Lenina, we're going
to be late for the Sens-u-Feelie.

Just a second !

Yes, tomorrow night,
I'm sure I can fit you in.

Going off on vacation with Lenina, mh ?!

Don't worry, you'll
enjoy engaging her.
I always do.

I don't care and I don't
want to hear about it.

You seem upset about something. Maybe
you've been working to hard. Remember:

Work to play and play to work.
A little Soma, that'll fix you up.

- Remember, a Soma a day ...
- I don't need any Soma !

- And I don't want any Soma.
- How about Ampheta-pep ?
- No !

Maybe a violence-passion surrogate
treatment ? Sometimes that does wonders.

Maybe you're right.

Just step into the Psycho-porter, Sir.

Let's make sure you're
comfy and secure in there.

We have electrode contact !

Yes. All in order.

Now. What would your preference be ?

An inquisition torture chamber ?
A pirate raid ?

Perhaps you'd like to try our
new "Gangster rub out" treatments.

Something of a novelty, but we've
had excellent results with them so far.

- What's your strongest treatment ?
- The gladiator circus, number 4.

But I would not recommend that for you, Sir.
It could be quite demanding, physically.

Besodes, only Betas and Alphas
are allowed to ...

I am an Alpha !
Can't you see what I'm wearing !?

Yes ! I just thought there
had been some slight confusion.

- I don't think so. Number 4, thank you.
- Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish.

Why did you stop the treatment, Sir ?
... Were you displeased ?

Would you like to try a different one ?

No, thank you. I'm just a ...
There are some things I have
to think about ... consider.

Think ? Consider ?

- How awful it must be to be an Alpha.
- And how lucky we are to be Gamma !

After all ...
To be good is Gamma,
because Gamma is good.

The girl that I was telling you about, Lenina ?
I think about her all the time. And what's
worse, now that I'm taking her on vacation ...

... I feel even more
... wanting about her.

Where are you going to ?
One of the new Lux-o-camps ?

No, Savage Reservation.

Really ?!

How did you manage that ?

Maybe something
like that is what I need.

You know how ... distracting everything
can be, too many awards, too many girls,
too much of everything.

- Yes.
- Sometimes, I wish I were young
again and just starting out like you.

Helmholtz, you're successful,
you're talented.

Yes, its true. Everyone says I've written
some of the finest contemporary Jingles.

Still, lately I have the strange feeling
that there must something more I can
write about. Something different !

- Really ? Like what ?
- Well, ...

... like the Sens-u-emotions in the
Sens-u-Feelies and VPS-cubicals ?

Suppose, just suppose,
that ...

... people can really feel
those things love, hate, passion ...

Now look here, Helmholtz. Suppose
someone hear you talking like that.

Both of us could be send to reconditioning
centers or even one of those free islands,
like Iceland or Madagascar.

And you what that means, no Soma,
no Ampheta-pep. ... No thank you.

You're right, of course,
we shouldn't let ourselves talk like this.

I shouldn't even let myself
think about such things.

I wish my problems
were simple,
like yours.

- Simple ?
- Of course !

If you want this ... Lenina,
... just tell her. ...
What could be any simpler ?

Don't be alarmed, Sir.
It's just the Solidarity patrol.

Are you all right, Sir ?
Can we help you in some way ?

I'm perfectly alright.

But you're alone aren't you ?
There must be something
wrong if you're alone.

No no no, I'm not alone. I'm coming to see
someone, there. In that compartment.

- A female Beta.
- Oh, that's different. Go right on, Sir.

Bernard ! Isn't that a coincidence !

Just a minute ago I was talking about
you while Henry Exxon was engaging me.
Don't just stand out there, come in !

- Not here.
- Isn't it awfully late for us to go
engage anywhere else ?

That isn't what I mean.
I want you to come with me.

- Now ?
- Yeah, now.

- There's no-one here ! ... It's empty !
- I know, that's why I come here.

By yourself ?

But Bernard, that's
... it's unnatural.

I know it.

Sometimes I just don't
understand you at all, Bernard.

Sometimes I don't
understand myself either.

I don't like it here, Bernard.

It's so silent and
... and empty.

Bernard, there isn't even any Muzak.
Why ever did you bring me here ?

Why don't we go somewhere, so
... so we won't be so alone.

I want to be alone. With you.
... So that we can talk.

Talk ?

But Bernhard, whatever
would we talk about ?
Especially alone ?

- No-one really wants to be alone.
- I do. ... I want to be alone.

And I don't really know why.
Except ... sometimes it makes me
feel ... more special. Different.

Like I feel about you know. ...
I don't want anyone else, I want you.
... Just you.

We shouldn't have left my place.
... I guess we could go to yours.

You don't understand, I want you.
Just you, ... or no-one.

But Bernard,
everyone has everyone,
so no-one has no-one !

Yes, I know.

And everyone has everything,
... so no-one wants anything.

That's right !

- You feel better now, don't you, Bernard ?
- A little.

Yes ...

- What are you doing here, Marx ?
- You send for me, Sir.
- Oh, yes. In a minute then.

Oh Miss Rothschild, would you come
to my office for a moment please ?

Rochina ? Marx.
Why have I send for him ?

He's going off on his vacation,
you have to sign his Computo-leave.

Oh, yes. ...
Then why is his file not punched up ?

It is.

Even worse than I suspected.
His work record is
definitely aberrational.

He's actually been doing twice
his scheduled quote of work in
barely half his scheduled quote of time.

That sort of thing can lead
to complete breakdown of the
system-analysis automation.

- When does he leave for his vacation ?
- Tomorrow.

Now perhaps while he's gone,
I can do something about him.

Well I suppose I'll have to see him.
... Send him in.

Send in Mr. Marx, please.

Tonight, Rochina ?

I can't tonight,
I'm engaging Helmholtz Watson.

Oh yes, the Tele-Feelie Jingle writer.

Well check for me with Miss Trotsky and
Miss Meyer. Perhaps one of them is free.

Bernard Marx, your performance
has not been completely satisfactory.
... I only hope ...

... sincerely hope ... that your time
in vacation will allow you
... to seriously reflect.

- Mh, do you follow me ?
- Yes, Sir.
- Good.

- Well, where is it you're planning to go ?
- To the Savage Reservation.
- The Sav ... That's impossible !

Even in the past only the most
rigorously selected individuals
were allowed to go there.

As a matter of fact, ...
I once went there myself.

Yes Sir, I know that.

I can personally assure you,
it would much to dangerous
for someone like you.

Only stamina and skill allowed me to
survive it, and ... the female I took
along, ... I don't recall her name, ...

... she was exceptionally pneumatic.
In any case ... she didn't survive it.

So you see, it would be quite
impossible for you to be allowed
to go there. Quite impossible.

But I've already been
given permission to go.

Obviously a mistake
of some sort.

Not really. ...
In this notice, it is official,
it is signed by His Fordship.

- Well yes, I see.
- If you would sign it too, Sir.

There.

- I hope you ... enjoy yourself.
- Thank you Director.

- Vitina is busy too ...
- Not not not not now.

Insipid, pushy little ...

Surely with something like that on his
Computo-file, he'll probably think he'll
be advanced to an administrative position.

Well, we'll just see about that.

You mean him ?

Yes, Marx.

Bet he's some ridiculous idea that he
could actually be ... Computo-upped
to my position one day.

We'll just see about that.

And then Thomas called the
whole staff together.
... Everyone.

Even the Gamma clerks.
And he announced ... that he was going
to be officially removed of all duties, ...

... because of gross moral
and professional dereliction.

- Bernard Marx ?
-Yes.

- I just love you feeling in bed, it's so ...
- ... pneumatic.

Go on,
no I mean about Bernard.

Well then Thomas said ... he was
going to be officially transferred
to one of the sub-stations ...

... on a free island.
Iceland, I think.

As soon he's back from ...
What are you doing ?

I'm just checking the time.

But it's too early ... and I
don't have to be in office until ...

- Where are you going ?
- I have to make a Tele-call.
- Now ?

Bernard ? Are you
done with your Tele-call ?

- Bernard !
- Iceland.
- What ?

- Iceland.
- Ah, Bernard. You don't want
to go there, they say it's awful.

Transferred.

It's not fair.

Just because I got
permission to come here ?

He's afraid how it will look on my file,
on my Computo-file. That's it.

- What do I do ?
- Just take an extra few grams of Soma.
It'll be alright.

Wasn't will make me ill,
I take a gramme and only am !

No.

He'll probably thinks I'll run right back.
... Then of course it won't be
on my Computo-file.

Well, well, here you are.

I'm the Chief Warden, Stalina Shell.
I suppose you stayed over at the
Rocket-port Lux-hotel ?

Climatization, that's the thing.
I see they haven't outfitted you yet.

We'll take care of that
and I'll show you about.

No, thank you,
we want to go straight there.

To the Savage Reservation ?
But you should be out-fitted first.

Ultra-sonic micro-bomb pop-popper,
extra rations of Soma and Ampheta-pep.

Thank you, I don't need anything.

If we could go straight
to the reservation,
please.

Well, then of course, I won't be able to give you
a guided tour of our station, but ...

Whatever you wish.
This way.

- It was almost like a Feelie. Wasn't it ?
- Can I have a Soma ?

But I used all of mine. You should have
taken the ones the Warden offered you.

If there were only someone
here other than these savages.

- There !
- No, that's a savage.

Oh, but he's different
than the others. ...
He's so beautiful.

Good morrow,
... strangers.

- I could be of any service to you ?
- Oh, well, thank you.

- You come from the Other Place, do you not ?
...
- Who you ?

You see before you a man of besmirched
honour and heart-pierced shame.

Look, there.

Oh, damned spot.

A gramme is better than a damn.

Oh, if I could have suffered the
slings and arrows to rent my too,
too sullied flesh like the others.

But you're not like the others.
... Your skin is so smooth
and ... your hair is so fair.

Yes, because of my skin.
... It should be my blood !

Like the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
there for all to see.

- What are you talking about ?
- There, there !

I should've been the one chosen.
I could have withstood the whips.

I could have appeased the very bolts of heaven,
and stood in proudest reignment
before the crucified son of Nakatun.

But no, they denied that to me.

Oh, I unfortunate fool.

What a shame. If only I had
some Soma to share with you,
you'd feel better right away.

A Soma a day keeps the jim-jams away.

Sometimes Linda used to say that.
Oh, is she like me ?

- No, not like you.
- Do you like me ?

- Maybe you'd feel better if we went ...
- Who's Linda ?

- What ?
- Who is Linda ?
- Oh, my mother.

She came here long ago from the
Other Place, but she was lost and
separated from ... Tomakin ... my father.

- Is Tomakin your ... ?
- My father.

Was he from the Other Place also ?
When ... when did he come here ?
What ... what did he look like ?

Well, I'm afraid I couldn't tell you,
but Linda could. Do wish to speak to her ?

- Yes, right away.
- Linda !

Linda !

Linda !

Who is it ?

- Someone to see you !
- Pelè ?
- No.

She'll be right out.

They're civilized !

Are you from the real world ?

Ford be praised.

At last ! At last !

Someone to come who can understand.

You're a Beta, aren't you ?

Just like me !

I'd love to wear something
nice like that again.

If you only knew
what's it been like
for me here.

No Soma ... and no Feelies ...
and no ... Gammas and Deltas ...
and Epsilons to do the dreadful work.

Really, ... worst of all, you could
imagine, ... they won't even let you
engage with someone anytime you want.

You wouldn't even imagine ...

That is ...
He ... He said he is ...

The one that you came here with ?
Tomakin ? Was that the name ?

No, I just called him that.

He was very important. ...
Assistant Director ...
of the Central Hatcheries.

In fact, ...
I've forgotten his
... his real name.

Thomas Grambell ?

Yes !

But I ... I suppose he's forgotten
all about me by now.

Don't be so sure.

How would you and your ...

How would you both ...
like to come back there with me ?

You mean to the Other Place ?
You'll take us there ?

- Don't you want to go ?
- Oh yes, yes !
Oh thank ... Thank you !

Linda has told me how perfect it is.
... I've dreamed of it.

But now to actually go there !
Being able to leave this place !

Be like Miranda and find
a new wondrous world.

Oh what wonder !

How many goodly creatures there be ?
How beauteous mankind is !

How lovely and fair and ...
Are you married to her ?

- Am I what !?
- Married.

Thus joined let two souls be as one.
You understand, forever.

Here the word they speak
mean that, forever.

I wouldn't know.

Oh brave new world,
... and such people in it.

The Computo-records verified her,
her name is Linda Lysenko.
A Beta-minus fertilization technician.

And, apparently, there is no doubt
that the young savage called John was ...

Well, that is to say, she's actually ...

His mother ?

Yes ! And it ... it was definitely
Computo-facted and verified
that while in the Savage Reservation ...

... she actually gave viviparous birth,
and ... it's quite clearly, that this ...

... the father ...

... male impregnator could
not have been a primitive.

Is that all ?

It's a dreadfully scandalous
thing to come to light.

Of course, but interesting none the less.
Especially the young savage.

Viviparous birth and an
unconditioned environment,
the perfect experimental subject.

After Marx removed them from
the Savage Reservaton, he took
them to the local Luntz hotel

He has made a number of Tele-calls
seeking permission to bring them back here.

Of course, it was denied.

Of course, such permission could only
come from Your Fordship himself, naturally.

Naturally. ... Have the next call
from Mr. Marx transferred here.

- Directly to Your Fordship's office ?
- Directly to me. And only to me.

- What's wrong with her ?
- She's fine, she's just Soma-tripping.

Now, before I go let me acquaint you
with some of our modern conveniences.

Bernard !

Don't be afraid !
It's just a vibro-vacuum massager.
Watch.

You see ?

Maybe you'd like to try
our electro-healing couch ?

Maybe later.

Oh, well alright, if you're not interested
in this, maybe you're feeling hungry.

Here we have our micro-mini snack-bar.

You just pick
whatever item you like.

Push one of the
artificial flavour buttons.

How about minced burger and some
imitation chips ? Go ahead, anything you like.

- Bernard, I'm afraid I'm not very hungry.
- It's alright.

You see ?

Perhaps there's something
worthwhile on the Tele-Feelie.

The following Tele-Feelie
program schedule is now available:

Channel 1: The Guiding Neon.

Channel 2: The Fordian
Tabernacle Sing-a-long hour.

Channel 3: General Dispensary.

Channel 4: High Holy Orgy day services.

Channel 5...

I'm afraid there's nothing much on
right now except, detergent serials
and Syntho-Religious programs.

Maybe you'd prefer the view.

Something different, uh
... a seascape.

Or ... whatever you feel like !

Oh, what wonders !

- Is all this in the Other Place too, Bernard ?
- Oh, more than this John, lots more !

John, you can have anything you want.

- Then why weren't you happy there, Bernard ?
- I don't know, uh ...

Sometimes I ... I ... I felt like I didn't
exactly ... belong, like I didn't quite
fit in with everybody else, ...

but ... you wouldn't
understand about that, John.

Oh, but I do, Bernard ! I do understand !

That's the way I always felt in Malpais,
because I wasn't like everyone else.

Well it's going to be different now,
for both of us.

Just wait 'till we get back there and
they find out about you, you'll see.

When do we go Bernard ? Soon ? Now ?

Well first I have to get permission, that's
why I'm going now to make a Tele-call.

While I'm gone, I want you stay right here,
I don't want you to go anywhere.

- Do you understand, John ?
- Oh yes, Bernard !

- You'll be allright, you're not afraid ?
- Afraid ? ... No.

- I mean, to be here all alone ?
- Alone ?

- Did the girl go away ?
- Lenina ? No. She's upstairs soma-napping.

John, don't worry.

What heavenly perfection
rests upon her hands, her eyes,
her hair, ... her cheeks.

Oh, but to steal an immortal blessing,
... from the lips of my Juliette.

And of course, the moment I discovered
the actual background of the savage, ...

... sort to speak, I realized
this could be of considerable
scientific importance, naturally ...

Yes, yes Mr. Marx,
I understand the situation.

Permission will be granted for you to
bring the savage and the woman back here.

And I will expect you to give me
a full report on the savage's
activities and reactions.

Yes, Your Fordship, you can
count on me to do everything
necessary to see that full ...

... advantage is taken of the
savage. For science, of course.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mr. Marx.