Original subtitles

Why are you here today fighting The Peace Game?

I see it as an opportunity to put my country on the international map.

Because I was chosen.

-This Game doesn't concern me. - Why?

There's been too much death and destruction already.

A lot of people are watching the Game.

You do a good job here, you got a good record,

they take care of you when you get home.

I don't know.

The man says go and... I go.

I'm here to defend the democracy of my country

and that is worth to fight for.

- Do you still live with your family? - Yes.

What do they think about you fighting The Peace Game?

My mother's a little bit nervous and afraid for me

but she thinks it is necessary to go because I am drafted.

Are you afraid?

Not afraid. Nervous. A little bit.

Do you think The Peace Game is necessary?

- Yes. - Why?

Well...

I don't know. I don't know nothing about it.

Everything's getting very slack. Nobody cares anymore.

For example, out the last 24 games, we haven't won a single one.

It may be of interest to you to know that, not long ago,

the peoples of the United Nations and the leading communist countries,

determined to maintain international peace and internal security,

to save succeeding generations from the scourge of yet another world war

and to re-affirm faith in the dignity and worth of the human being,

resolved the following...

Good morning.

To organise international machinery

from all races and creeds and political beliefs

for the playing of a series of military games

in special centres to be established in the non-aligned countries,

by which purpose it is hoped to divert the natural aggressions of mankind

towards the true fundamentals

of honorable sportsmanship and the spirit of the team.

These military contests, based incidentally

on the gladiatorial games of ancient Rome,

are known as The International Peace Games.

I hope that, by my participation in this game,

I shall be able to give the people of Britain

something concrete to strive for.

It's good for people in the country to see it

and it does them good...

if it's done well.

They've been playing it all wrong. They don't move fast enough.

You've got to move fast and hit them hard.

You could do that and still get your ass out in one piece.

I don't know.

Look what we built up after the war. We, the Germans. I mean...

And we will not lose that. And that's why I'm here. Yeh.

I'm 21.

- Where are you from in West Germany? - I'm from Krefeld.

24.

Where are you from?

England.

23.

- Where are you from in West Germany? - Frankfurt.

I'm from Da Nang, in the middle of Vietnam.

Detroit, Michigan.

How old are you?

25.

21.

24.

Today's Peace Game, number 256 in the current series,

is to be played under the auspices of the Swedish army

in a castle near Stockholm.

Gentlemen, may I have your teams?

Are the teams present and correct?

Yes, they are.

You are French?

Yes.

And you're a student?

Yes.

Then why are you here today in The Peace Game?

I am here to destroy the System, so that this Game no longer exists.

- THE GLADIATORS -

Producer

Screenplay

Director of Photography

Did you check the red circuit?

Yes.

Music

Executive Producer Editor - Director

Davidsson here. We have a problem with DISTORTED VALUES again.

Tell them...

to send up coffee at eleven.

- It's our producer. - Producer?

Yes. Bolognini Spaghetti buys two hours for us

on the global network every Saturday.

Colonel, Colonel... We're got a live show to get on the air.

I love the excitement of a live show.

My audience loves the excitement of a live show.

But we have only seven minutes to get on the air

or the sponsor will kill us.

Sponsor?

We still have a flicker on RECIPROCAL INSTABILITY.

And I believe...

there's still a malfunction on

SLOW MOTION MURDER.

In the West the programme has become the most popular thing on TV.

According to the latest ratings it has a weekly audience of 83%/%.

And in your own country, colonel?

In Sweden? We don't show the programme here.

What do you think of the soldiers over there?

They don't interest me at all. They all talk of patriotism,

of honour, democracy, the fight against Communism...

and don't understand that all these ideas are given them by the System

so it can use them better.

They're completely unaware of the tragedy

of the world in which we live.

In 10 minutes they'll still be there

convincing themselves of grand reasons for fighting

but the Game will no longer exist.

I'm going to destroy that fucking Machine.

We'll have trouble with that one.

- Who is that idiot? - We can check. What's his number?

B-3 Green. One of our splendid so-called "Allies".

And you don't think that the Machine...

the System... the Game... is using you at all?

Not at the moment.

But I know that, when I finish University

and go back to everyday society, the System will try to absorb me.

That's why I'm here now. I refuse to let that happen.

I'm determined to destroy the System before it uses me...

and everyone else.

Tell me, General, what goal is used by your team?

Goal?

I think we tell them all paths lead to the Control Room.

Something like that.

Surely they can't do anything, even if they get there.

Well, you know how it is. It gives them something to aim for.

We'll use Program No. 17 today.

Thank you.

This is for your refreshment, Colonel. It's china tea, of course.

700 million Chinese armed with Mao's thoughts are 700 million atom bombs.

Excellent. Excellent. Gentlemen, I think I need not say

what an honour and pleasure it is for me to be amongst you today.

I agree.

I'm sure we'll be able to enjoy ourselves.

Like chess players. No matter what the outcome.

Do you believe in violence?

If I want to destroy the System, I have to be violent.

But those who are already there, who are violent against us,

the bourgeois call "law and order". They don't call them violent.

I have the right to say what I think and to study at the university.

I'm forced to be violent to achieve things.

The System forces me.

Tell me, General, what are people like that doing on your team?

Why?

Well, don't you think they might be a slight cause of disruption?

Nonsense. Youthful exuberance, that's all.

We use the Game to channel off these instincts.

You'll see. They soon learn to look at things in proper perspective.

Remarkable.

- How much are you giving him? - 750 volts.

- Usually rising to 1,000. - Serves him right, loud-mouthed jerk.

Maybe. He shows endurance, though.

Bastards!

Shit! Goddamit!

God, my stomach's lousy today.

Fuckers!

Shit! Goddamit!

Fuckers!

Don't you have trouble with people like that?

In Sweden? No, no. Very seldom.

Occasional but...

very seldom.

How do you deal with them when you do?

Here? We just talk to them. They soon understand.

And what if they don't understand?

Well, in that case, we have somewhere special that we put them.

Damn!

Members on the Allied Team...

stand in readiness for the first move of the Game.

Where the hell are they?

Shit.

We're sitting ducks out here.

What are we gonna do, man?

Good morning, members of the Allied Team. Before you...

you will see a set of green lights.

These lead directly and safely to the Control Room

but take a path three times longer than that offered by the red lights,

which offer a shorter but also

more dangerous route to the Control Room.

lf, at any time, you wish to leave the Game,

simply follow the yellow lights which lead directly to the nearest exit.

You have two hours in which to reach the Control Room

and, of course, the opposite team will try to prevent you

by any means at their disposal.

You will be awarded points for strength

and lose points for weakness.

- Quiet! - Now, B-1, can you hear me?

You are the leader and we expect a very high standard

from you.

If I may use a boxing metaphor,

you can win on points but what we want is a knock-out.

On behalf of the International Peace Games Commission,

we wish you a safe and rewarding journey.

Come on, man!

Will you be quiet?

Beg pardon?

Is it?

- You didn't tell me. - No, Sir.

What's happened so far, then?

Well, I'm sure we can start the Game off with a bang.

- Their turn to go first, Sir. - Oh, yes.

Colonel, your turn first, I believe.

No, please, General. After you, I insist.

No, Sir. Where I come from, we always let the away team kick off first.

Very well.

Plan 10B, overall attack on enemy! Long live Chairman Mao's thoughts!

I would like to address my team too.

Good morning.

Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen,

and you're watching the International Peace Game,

a two-hour quality show brought to you by

the Bolognini Pasta Corporation,

the makers of spaghetti, tubettini, fetuccini and macaroni.

Come on, man! Come on!

Cover that bloody flank down there! Cover that bloody flank!

Just in case you're wondering,

there is, of course, no-one at the other end of the telephone.

Do you read me?

- How much is this stuff? - Four-and-nine a packet, Sir.

Damned expensive it is, too. This whole damned operation...

I'm boxed in! I'm boxed in under mortar fire!

Sapphire One, this is Gilded Cage. I must have immediate artillery--

Cover that flank! Cover that flank!

Our show tonight, as always, has intrigue, suspense and violence.

Where are you? What the hell's happening down there? Cover that flank!

What is it? Can you see them?

Get cover! Get that machine gun!

The sound you're now listening to, that of the pressure of the system,

is normally broadcast at approximately 18,500 cycles,

beyond human audibility but within the consciousness of the brain.

For this Game, we've lowered the sound to 1,015 cycles

so that you may hear it.

Move the bloody flank!

I'm 21.

The government's hard put to afford it.

But, General, look what you are paying for:

the expertise of years of Swedish peacekeeping.

Plus the very high standard of our workmanship.

The real purpose of International Peace Games, of course,

is nothing whatsoever to do with world peace.

The real reason, you will discover at the end of the Game.

Jesus Christ.

The snow's melting.

Hey, the snow's melting.

What?

The fucking snow is melting!

The local inhabitants have a service of 12 trains a day to Stockholm.

None of them, of course, stop here.

Don't worry about that. Move out.

Move out? Where are we going?

The red lights, you bloody fool.

That's where we're going. Move!

Are you kidding? They could still be out there.

They've stopped firing. That's good enough for me.

Red light by the ladder up there.

Come on. Keep moving forward slowly.

Booby trap.

Heads down.

It may be of interest to know

that, of the eight young people in this room,

four will shortly die

and the remainder will continue to play the Game as hard as they can.

Tell me, Colonel, what do you charge for the use of your Machine?

We normally charge in units of one minute,

at a flat rate of 10,000 SEK per unit,

with an extra charge, of course, if the Machine is used after 4pm.

Good morning.

Come on, now. We must find these bloody red lights.

To hell with the red lights. Why not the green ones?

The red lights are the quickest way to the Control Room.

And that's where we're going. And fast.

Do you think he can go on now?

That isn't your business. You watch down there.

You shut your fucking mouth.

Please give me the face of the young man on the left.

No need to worry about that one.

Perfecty reliable. Know the type backwards.

Will you now please ask the Machine to comment on his social attitude?

- He's all right, isn't he? - Oh, yes, Sir. Absolutely.

I happen to know what school he went to.

- Where was that? - Kingston Grammar, Sir.

Here they are.

B-2, cover the rear. B-8, set your weapon here. Quick.

How do we know what's down there?

The red lights are down there and that's all that counts.

He can't go down there like that.

He comes! I'm not leaving the team behind like dead flies.

He'll be OK if we don't mollycoddle him.

Now let's move it!

Come on. Move your ass.

- Quit bugging him. - Alright!

Do we leave him or take him with us?

If we hang around, we're gonna get killed.

Who do you think you are? The General?

Don't give me any shit, boy.

Boy? How would you like to write home and tell your mom

a boy kicked your ass?

For Christ's sake! Stop your petty squabbling!

You are a real troublemaker, boy.

I ain't telling you no more.

What the fuck are you laughing at, slant-eye?

Go to hell, crazy man.

Watch what you say, punk!

They call you our Allies.

You button up, turd!

You burn our villages and kill children and women.

You shut your mouth or I'II...

You put your scuzzy hands on me again, turd,

and I'll tie you in a knot and you'll catch a round

between the fucking eyeballs!

The Yanks are letting the side down, aren't they?

No pride in their country, Sir.

Listen to me, all of you. We can't go on like this here.

This isn't a discussion camp meeting.

The endeavours of the Western Team to play the Game

will lead them, of course, nowhere.

Fighting! Fighting! Don't laugh when I talk to you.

Right. B-8, down that chute.

- Why me? - That's an order.

B-4, help him. B-2, look after him. The rest, over here.

Engineer Rundelius?

Would you please be so very kind

and turn on the steam for the jungle?

It has been estimated that, during the Spartan Wars of 2,000 years ago,

the cost of killing one man was approximately $50.

By the time of the 2nd World War,

this cost had risen to $65,000 per man.

Today, with the high killing ratio per $ invested of the nuclear system,

it costs no more to kill one man than it did 2,000 years ago.

It's simple... but moving.

Get him up! Get him up!

Fucking shit!

Hold my rifle.

Between the years 1960 and 1970, the world spent on the arms system

over 64 thousand billion pounds

or approximately 23 million pounds...

each second.

Burial Officer, please.

Ekstr�m? Davidsson here.

We have a "Killed In Action" for you in 23 minutes.

Yes, we have his footprints.

What's that?

For Christ's sake, it's only a leech.

This, gentlemen,

is another example of the advantages of using our Machine,

the unique opportunity to try out new and exotic weapon systems,

without the expense and inconvenience of a real war.

Come on, let's move.

We can't stay here all bunched up like this.

I told you before: one of us has got to take him out of this Game.

For the last bloody time, B-8...

I want to get out of this fucking bunker as much as you

but he can't move.

Look at him. He can't fucking move!

- What did you say? - Do something about him.

Get him to an exit.

When I want your opinion, B-6, I'll ask for it.

This has gone on long enough. Get him up on his feet and out!

Leave him fucking be. Get him out of here.

Get him out fast or I ain't fucking moving.

You haul your ass up or I'll kick it!

Listen, guy. I give you exactly 5 seconds.

Shut your nigger mouth and go back into position.

What you fucking say, fuckface?

Now, come on, B-8. Be reasonable!

Be fucking what?

Major Doubting, who is that man? Is he one of ours?

Yes, Sir, he is.

- Being a nuisance. - I'll take care of it, Sir.

Soldier. You there.

Huh?

Son, I know the hatred that's burning in you.

But, son, use that hate in a constructive way.

Sir?

Hate. Hate is a driving force. Let it drive you up, not down.

Up, Sir?

Up. Up to the Control Room.

That's what you were brought here for.

To be the first of your people to get there.

You brought me here so I could go back home

and take a back seat on the bus.

But, son...

I'm not your fucking son.

ICARUS seems to be pushing him towards a climax.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

This Machine needs reprogramming.

It's far too... unsubtle.

Alright.

Come on, kid. Give me the fucking palm of your hand.

Give him his weapon, will you?

You, give me a hand.

Thank you.

Come on.

For Christ's sakes, come the fuck on.

I don't know what gives him such nerve.

We could send them all back to Africa.

Who is to blame him? He's got nothing to fight for.

Our boys are all right.

Damned coloured chaps who cause all the trouble.

I suggest, Sir, we try COMMON DANGER.

Grip 'em, Captain Davidsson.

Grip 'em.

Do you mean to say that the Machine knows

that man's going to die 23 minutes before he does?

Remarkable.

Get down! Get down!

Give me some fucking cover!

For Christ's sake, get some covering fire!

Give me your gun!

Come on, now! Move up!

You know, the Bundeswehr is good for me.

It's security. There's always a job.

And my wife is expecting a baby.

Bloody thing!

Fire over the top of there!

Come on! Let's move it out of here!

Move out!

Move out! Come on!

Cover me.

Come on. Move.

We've been here already.

- What's that? - We've been here before!

They're up there. I can hear somebody moving.

B-6, grenade.

Up the stairs! Quick!

OK. Move it! Where's your rifle?

- It's down there. - Take this one.

- There's one up here. - Give him a bullet!

Kill the gook! Kill the bastard!

Christ!

Go there.

I see we have a prisoner.

Three points for a prisoner, Sir.

Careless of you, Colonel.

B-2, check upstairs. B-10, over here.

Go on upstairs, B-2. Leave her, leave her.

Upstairs. Upstairs. Go on. Check upstairs.

It may be of interest to note

that each of the members of the Western Team

prepared for this Peace Game by an average of approximately

5 years of infancy, 13 years of schooling,

4 years of university, during all of which time, of course,

not one of them has ever actually seen or spoken to

someone from the mainland of Communist China.

Until this moment.

Bullshit! She's fucking lying!

Give me two minutes with her and we'll get the whole story.

Alright, alright...

That's what she needs!

Fucking bitch!

Alright, B-4. Leave her. That'll do.

Look after him. Go on.

- Search her. - Search her?

Yes. Search her. References, maps, anything else you can find.

Ask her her rank and serial number and where her comrades are.

- Where are your comrades? - I don't know.

Keep your hands up!

- Crazy, man. - Alright. Alright. Lie still.

Just lie still. Give me that First Aid.

Hello? Sunflower One? What's the matter with this thing?

I don't know. I tried.

Come on. Give me his First Aid.

It must be the water.

Ask her where her comrades are.

- Where are your comrades? - I don't know.

Hands up.

We're losing valuable points and time.

Hands up.

Have you found anything?

Well, look! It might be stuffed up her crotch!

Hello, Sunflower. We have one dead, B-9.

One wounded, B-8. Severe shoulder wounds.

OK. Put him down.

OK.

Keep your hands up.

Where are your comrades?

Alright. Sit still.

Come on. Step on it.

What the fuck do you think we're doing?

Request immediate hospitalization instructions. Hello?

What'll we do with her?

Right. We take her with us.

B-10. Secure her. Tie her up. Shove something in her mouth.

I'm not having her screaming her head off

during the rest of the Game.

Well, come on. Hurry it up. Hurry it up.

Come on, B-10. Finish it up.

We take her with us?

We take her with us or we shoot her.

- Come here with that groundsheet. - What for?

He's not going to get better on the floor.

Move it with that groundsheet!

B-7, get your rifle.

B-2, take the prisoner and send her up first.

Move it! Move it!

Come along.

There's someone over there.

- Where? - There!

Hello. What do we have here then?

This is where we put our B-3's

and try to make it nice and comfortable for them.

A scribble-board where

they can write their slogans.

A wide range of drinks. A swimming pool. A sun patio.

Flower... white... peace...

Not war... love... not hate...

How much does it cost?

Let me see now...

It takes up about 40%/% of our defence budget.

That means 40%/% of �300 million.

- That's about... - 40%/% of how much?

�300 million. No, actually, to be precise, �302 million.

That's a great deal of money for a neutral country to spend on defence.

Yes. But how good if they could utilise

this enormous amount of money

not for the machine of destruction but to help the poorer countries.

What for?

Right. This has gone on long enough.

I don't know what's happening here but we're not staying to find out.

He stays. The rest of you, move out.

No.

- I'm staying here. - Now look here, B-6.

I'm staying here.

Relax, boys...

Relax.

Look, I know how you feel. But time is against us now.

We must leave him. He'll slow us down too much.

But I promise you I'll have him taken care of.

We have the opportunity, by playing this Game to the full,

to show that friendship, loyalty, courage, pride in one's country,

pride in one's self are the things that still really count.

I think he's dead.

Better out of harm's way. Don't you think so?

Let all be happy.

Let no-one suffer from want.

Let everyone see good around him. And let none be miserable.

How many points for that, gentlemen?

27.

60.

25.

141.

Points, Sir?

7.

7...

Any more?

There's no point in going on. We're all stuck.

There's nothing we can do about it. Whatever we do...

Calm down!

That Machine is going to destroy us if we don't destroy it!

For God's sake, pull yourself together!

No entry. Government property.

What's that?

No, no. Government property...

You... you...

Government property! It's the Control Room.

No, no... No Control Room. It never has been...

Damn!

The name of this young man is Svensson.

He's a member of the Swedish Police Force.

It's his function to guard the System

and salute the trains which pass the factory.

- You can't go in there. - Let me pass. I've no time to lose!

Don't you understand?

Let me through!

Do I have to use this?

Don't mess with that!

Might I enquire? What is he after?

Who? Oh, him...

Same as the others, I shouldn't wonder.

To get to the Control Room and all that.

What does he expect to do when he gets there?

I expect he's got some idea of overthrowing something or other.

ICARUS will soon correct that.

Good morning.

May I present myself? Ahlberg, Assistant to the Controller.

Swedish.

Come on. Sit down.

Sit down.

Nice to meet you.

What's this place?

Oh, of course...

Use this.

The Machine will translate

and then I can speak Swedish.

What do you want?

Or rather, what do you want?

You know perfectly well.

First, to destroy this whole mess.

Will they appreciate it, do you think?

They'll understand perfectly.

That's why I don't want any delay.

There's no need to explain.

They don't understand why... They don't think...

That's why the present System is one of such discrimination.

Your System... What will that be like?

My System? I'm going to establish a new idea of work and workers.

Intellectuals, labourers, students, technocrats are all equal in work.

We all work for the good of Society.

Earnings must go to the workers, not to those who profit by others' work.

That is my System. That is real equality.

That's why I must do it now!

I agree with you. People are...

not so aware these days. We need to change the System.

It's far too cruel, too reactionary.

Why don't you help us change things?

To hell with your System. "Less cruel, less reactionary"!

It's still the System, but of an even more revolting kind.

It proves that you don't understand how terrible the System is.

You can't help me.

That's why I must do this on my own. Right now.

You can't.

You don't even know the way to the Control Room.

Follow the red lights.

That'll only lead to suffering and death. Hardly practical, eh?

Why not follow us? Stay here.

You can help us

and some day I'll take you to the Control Room.

We need people like you,

young, well-educated, who...

want to change things.

And the work here isn't... particularly strenuous.

That's where the Machine is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I like the quiet in there. Centuries of silence.

It may be of interest to know

that, of the seven young people remaining in this room,

two more will shortly die

and the others will continue to play the Game as hard as they can.

Ask her if she wants anything to drink.

Huh?

Take that thing out of her mouth and ask her if she wants a drink.

- What for? - Because I say so.

Go on. Ask her.

Not like that.

For that you can untie her and do it properly.

Fuck off.

Basic humanity. That's all that's wrong with that boy.

He is all right, isn't he?

Good God almighty!

Colonel Norgren.

What exactly is the meaning of this?

Two pork chops!

Colonel Yeng. Would it be too impertinent of me

to enquire what your team is doing in the staff canteen?

I assure you they're not wasting their time.

They're engaged in studying Chairman Mao's thoughts

on the rectification of incorrect ideas.

Right! If that's the way we're going to play...

Captain Davidsson, for our next move,

we'd like you to give the exact location of the staff canteen

to the Allied troops and instruct them to go in there

and smash the place up a bit!

And tell them to send the crockery bill to us.

I don't think they'd care for that at the War House, Sir.

Excuse me, General. Regrettably, it's not your turn.

Oh?

No. It's mine instead.

Attack! Crush the paper tiger!

Long live Chairman Mao's thoughts!

Good God!

Make contact with the enemy. Follow the red lights.

Do you speak English?

She doesn't speak English, that one.

Well, ask her.

Do you speak English?

Hello, darling. How are you? Fuck.

I'm very well. Thank you. Fuck.

You stupid bastard! Look what you've done!

You've been nothing but a menace all through the Game!

Come on with me! This way!

Come back, you two!

My God, I'll have you shot for this, B-6! Come back, you two!

The lights went green!

The red ones are there! We must follow the red lights!

At this point in time, gentlemen, I think we should all pause

to acknowledge the existence of a growing threat in our midst:

collaboration.

In our country, we have a saying.

"If a finger becomes poisonous, cut it off to save the body".

Are you saying, then, Colonel,

that you're prepared to kill this girl as a punishment?

She is a traitor.

Gentlemen, I will be frank.

We may not see eye-to-eye on various things

but, here, I think we are all of accord.

So I ask that we now declare the Game an honorable tie

so that we may combine our mutual efforts

to eliminate these two subversive young perverts.

I agree. She is a counter-revolutionary.

And a traitor to her country.

Do what you like with her.

Well... I'm not sure.

I'm not sure we can do something like this.

Then let your Machine do it for you.

Yes. Yes. We'll do that.

Captain Davidsson, switch ICARUS to automatic mode.

No.

What has happened now?

Davidsson, what in God's name is happening?

Captain Davidsson? What in God's name is happening?

Captain Davidsson?

But... that's impossible! Technically impossible!

Dav David... David... David... David... Dav Dav vid vid...

It's technically impossible! Technically impossible!

Colonel Norgren, explain please.

I want that damned Machine back on again!

Colonel Norgren!

Stop waffling, man, and get it back on again!

It's your responsibility.

- We're doing our best. - You'll do better than that!

Always remember, Sir. Two people equal one valve.

Four people equal two valves.

If it goes on like this, we shan't have any Machine left, will we?

Captain Davidsson. Are you sure you can handle this situation?

We want those two people killed, you know.

Captain Davidsson, I want this job done properly.

I don't want any mistakes. Is that clear, Captain Davidsson?

- What about the team, Sir? - Huh?

Our team?

Let them carry on. Get some experience.

Is it necessary for the audience to see this?

Absolutely necessary.

I agree.

I agree.

Gentlemen, I fully agree.

Essentially I disagree but reluctantly I agree.

Sometimes you must do things like this people not like.

Otherwise you look afraid.

The aggressive tone of West German imperialism

forces the German Democratic Republic to be strong

in order to defend the very basis of socialism.

Socialism is the only guarantee for world peace.

Absolutely. Quite correct.

India cannot isolate herself.

She has to live in the community of nations.

Under the impact of these inevitable circumstances that are

outside of control, we sometimes have to twist matters

in conflict with our conscience.

Leniency always has its place, gentlemen,

but, as a young nation, Nigeria has to recognize

the need for strength through discipline.

Shan't keep you a moment, Sir.

Yes... Thank you. That's very good. Could you come in just a little

that way, Sir? Thank you very, very much.

That's fine. Good. Yes. That's super.

Always remember, Sir. Two people equal one valve.

Four people equal two valves.

If it goes on like this, we shan't have any Machine left.

S'il you pla�t... Merci.

I shan't be a second.

Yes. Good. Right. Perfect.

Yes. Right, thank you.

That's very good.

Could you come in just a little that way, Sir?

Thank you very, very much.

Right, gentlemen, here we go. I'm going to take it now.

Yes. Thanks.

That's fine, Sir.

Right. Thank you. Right.

That's absolutely marvellous. Can you hang on for a second?

I've won the Game.

I'm the first to get here.

- Do you want to use this? - No, that won't change anything.

It doesn't matter. ICARUS will translate for us.

Sit down a bit.

I'm going to destroy all this.

And then what, B-3?

I'll build a new System in its place.

But do you know how... to operate all this?

Do you know what all the buttons are?

Your System or someone else's...

It takes time, knowledge and practice.

Stay here and try to learn about the Machine,

instead of destroying it. Why not?

No. I won't let myself be used that way.

Listen, B-3...

The Machine uses all of us.

It uses them.

And them.

And them.

And, of course, it uses me.

You?

Yes. The Machine uses me more than anyone else

because I, of course, know it's using me.

The Machine will never use me. I'll never let it use me.

I said that once.

Maybe, but I am stronger than you.

The Machine has already used you... when you switched it on again.

That was my idea, to find the red lights and the way here.

No, sorry. That was the Machine.

It needed its power back to deal with B-6 and C-2.

They were the only two who were a real danger to the Machine.

And therefore it had to get rid of them.

And so it got you to do it.

Perhaps...

But when I have my System, no-one will ever be exploited again.

No. That's not so, B-3. Your System or someone else's...

They're all the same.