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I

Am D-503,

one of the cogs of the great machine

of the United State.

I have to integrate the

grandiose universal

equation.

To unbend the wild curve,

into a straight line.

Because the line

of the United State

is straight.

(Announcer) The working day is over,

get out immediately.

From behind the Green Wall from some

unknown plains the wind brings to us the

mysterious yellow honey dust.

This disturbs somewhat

my logical thinking.

It has been over a hundred years since the

great pandemic and no one has been

behind the Green Wall.

They say nature is poisoned there

and life is impossible.

But why,

why is the wind which blows

from there so sweet?

Why?

The celebration of the Day of

Unanimity, took place yesterday.

The same Big Brother

who so often proved his unshakeable wisdom,

was unanimously re-elected

for the forty-eighth time.

The celebration was clouded by

a little confusion,

created by the enemies of happiness,

who by their action

naturally lost the right

to be the bricks

for the foundation of the

renovated United State.

It is clear to everybody

that to take into consideration

their votes would mean

to consider as a part of a

magnificent, heroic symphony

the accidental cough of a sick person

who happened to be in a concert hall.

Big Brother has been elected unanimously.

Every morning

at the same hour

at the same minute

millions of us

we wake up.

At the very same hour

millions like one we begin our work

and millions like one, we finish it.

We should be happy,

We should be happy

this is the logic of our life.

So why do I feel strangely sad?

Why?

I'm just trying to write down what I see

what I feel, what I think.

Do not forget,

that Big Brother is always watching you.

Big Brother is watching you,

even when you sleep.

(Announcer) Let's start our gymnastics.

Everyone come here to your monitors.

Circular movements of the neck.

One time two.

One time two.

Hands at shoulder width.

Wave your hands.

One time two.

One time two.

One time two.

One time two.

One time two.

Circular hand movements

clockwise.

One time two.

One time two.

One time two.

So,

Fine.

Now leaning down

touching the floor.

So.

D-503,

you are lazy again, as always!

Below, below, let's go.

So lighten up, uh.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

Yes, better.

And now deep squats.

One, two.

One, two.

D-503, squat down deeper, one, two.

One, two.

Swing your legs.

One, two.

One, two.

Higher.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

Okay, now strength training.

Take your dumbbells,

raise the dumbbells up.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

One

At ease!

In two weeks Integral will

take off into space.

This solemn moment is

not only important for us

but also for the rest of the

inhabitants of this universe.

They will finally know about us.

We will bring happiness to those who

did not even know we existed.

We have the latest precision weapons.

We know that to bring peace

to the wretched thinking

of these primitive

creatures will not be easy.

Yes, we are ready for any obstacles

and we will strike first.

We must make them happy

no matter what the cost.

Long live Big Brother!

Unfortunately sausages are out of stock.

Choose another product.

We have delicious synthetic porridge.

Eat!

Until the end of the lunch break

ten minutes left.

Excuse me, can I sit down?

Yes.

Bon appetit.

How is the Dictionary getting on?

Slowly, I’m on the adjectives.

It’s fascinating

We give the language its final form,

when will we finish the work

you will have to learn it all over again.

Probably interesting to
come up with new words?

Nothing like this,

we don't invent,

we’re destroying words,

scores of them, every day.

We cut language to the limit.

You know, the destruction of words

amazing thing.

Take for example the word

Fine.

If it exists,

why do you need the word bad?

Ungood, will do just as well, actually,

its better, because it’s an exact opposite,

which the other is not.

Because this word has the

exact opposite meaning,

Again, if you need

stronger form of good

then what's the point

have a whole chain of undefined

useless words like

excellent, excellent, etc.

Plus, it puts it all right.

And if you'd better say

then plus-plus-good.

Well don't you feel

how beautiful it all is

and naturally?

This position

filed first.

Big Brother.

You haven’t a real appreciation
of Newspeak.

Even when you write it

you’re still thinking in Oldspeak.

Newspeak is far removed from Oldspeak,

understand.

Do you know that Newspeak

is the only language in the world whose

vocabulary gets smaller every year?

Five.

What's five?

The meal frequency is five minutes,

when the average is twenty.

This means that the information
and the topic

excites you so much that you are willing

to sacrifice time reserved for eating.

See, everything is served by mathematical

laws, even logic.

Two times two is always four.

Fine.

What worries you

if your index

is zero?

Nothing.

Wait, you said

what's two two four?

As then?

What's with the language?

You see that the whole aim of Newspeak

is to narrow the range of thought,

in the end we shall make thoughtcrime

literally impossible, because there

will be no words in which to express it.

Every concept that can

ever be needed, will be

expressed by exactly one word.

Its meaning will be

rigidly defined and all

its subsidiary meanings

rubbed out and forgotten.

Already, in the Eleventh Edition,

we’re not far from that point.

Soon no one will know

Oldspeak,

because all the literature of the past

will be destroyed.

Shakespeare, Milton,

Byron,

they’ll exist only in Newspeak.

Can you imagine?

By the way,

see the slogan

freedom is slavery

ignorance is power.

Can you imagine if this

slogan will not exist,

what will happen then?

The whole climate of thought

will be different.

In fact there will be no thought,

as we understand it now.

There is a word in Newspeak,

I don’t know whether you know it,

Duckspeak, to quack like a duck.

How?

To quack.

To quack.

It is one of those interesting words

that have two contradictory meanings.

For example?

Look,

if you use it

towards an opponent,

it is offensive,

abuse.

And if you apply it

to anyone

with whom you agree

well, with your position, with your concept

then it is praise.

Imagine how everything

is so simple and logical.

Interesting.

Yes.

The girl who passed,

isn't she from the Thought Police?

No, don't worry

she works in the art department.

It's clear.

Well, you don't drink, you don't eat.

I'm full.

No appetite today.

And I have a good appetite.

It was nice to talk.

No thanks, I haven't finished mine yet.

The coffee is delicious.

See how interesting

are the new developments.

What I told you, these

conceptual moments, were they interesting?

Did you like them, did you find something

new concerning this language?

I think it will come with time.

You know, the only language

for me it's the language of mathematics.

As I already explained to you

before, everyone succumbs to his logic.

Wonderful quacking!

Quacked well.

And so I have convinced him

of the Newspeak concept.

But he still probably does not attach great

value to this, but in

time he will understand

that this particular language

should be used everywhere.

(Announcer) Time for food is over.

OK.

(Announcer) Back to work.

I'll go to work.

Welcome to the Minute of Hate.

Look at that ugly mug.

This creature is called G-315.

His tales that freedom is not slavery,

has already destroyed dozens mentally

weak numbers.

G-315 calls himself a writer,

but he is just an ordinary hack.

He misinforms the population

spreading fakes and conspiracy theories.

He shits on the United State
and defames Big Brother.

This scum wants us destroyed.

G-315 fled from justice.

But our valiant scouts will find this traitor,

and a fate worse than death awaits him.

Charge yourself with hatred, dear comrades,

be energized by the sight of this reptiloid.

Hatred is useful, hatred keeps you warm.

Glory to Big Brother!

Let's start hate.

Three.

Two.

One.

Start!

Good afternoon, dear comrades.

We have gathered you to show you

degradation of art.

By simply pressing a button, any of you can

create up to 1000 sonatas per second

with the help of artificial intelligence.

Now imagine, what it was

like for your ancestors.

They could only create by forcing

themselves to fits of inspiration,

an unknown form of epilepsy.

And here is the result,

music of the twentieth century.

Of course, this box.

They called it gra...

the grand piano.

Which proves once again how all of their

music is simply an incompetent cacophony.

And now the manager of the art department,

I-330, will perform for you

the most talentless, disgusting

nonsense on the piano.

Yes, dear comrades, we must now

show fortitude and endure this garbage.

This harsh ordeal must

make you stronger and make

it clear how best to fight

the enemies of the people.

Mediocrity will be punished!

Glory to big brother!

Glory to science!

Heh, mathematician! Dreaming?

Not dreaming at all, if you
will, standing in adoration.

Oh, certainly, certainly! You, my friend,

should never have
become a mathematician,

you should have become
a poet, a great poet!

So far I have served knowledge, and
I shall continue to serve knowledge

I do not like, I do not understand jokes,
and R-13 has the bad habit of joking.

Heh, to the deuce with
knowledge. Your much-heralded

knowledge is but a form
of cowardice. It is a fact!

Yes, you want to
encircle the infinite with a

wall yet you fear to
glance behind the wall.

Yes, sir! And if ever you
should glance beyond the

wall you would be dazzled
and close your eyes, yes...

Walls are the foundation of
every human... Fortunately the

antediluvian time of those
Shakespeares and Dostoyevskis is past!

Yes, dear mathematician,
fortunately, fortunately.

We are the happy arithmetical
mean. As you would put it,

the integration from zero to infinity, from

imbeciles to Shakespeare.
Do I put it right?

Today is a solemn day, the execution of
the enemy of the people L-723 is today.

He will get on the Machine
of Big Brother and you'll be

observing the last moments
of his thoroughly worthless life.

Long live Big Brother!

ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE

My number is L-723. I confess my guilt
under all articles of the Criminal Code.

I allowed myself inappropriate
illegal thinking.

I violated the order of the United State.

It was I who voted against Big Brother.

And broke the feast of unanimity.

I know that I am not worthy of clemency.

Indeed, the great civilization
of our ancestors was strange.

There childbearing, love

were not banned as they are now.

Harmony and chaos flourished there.

Harmony and chaos.

May be,

May be.

From a mathematical point of view, harmony

and chaos is two denominators

which add up to happiness.

We cannot know

because we don't have chaos

we have only harmony.

Hello.

Hello.

Did you watch the execution yesterday?

Unfortunately only on TV,

I've been busy writing Newspeak.

You really missed out,

you know it was an instructive

and refreshing spectacle.

You know, I think they had

their legs tied!

It was so funny how their legs twitched!

Yes.

What terrible news!

These bastards!

What's happened?

What's happened.

Listen, per trustworthy sources

there have been re-discovered

traces of a hitherto elusive organization

aiming at liberation from the

Benevolent Yoke of the United State.

Liberation...

Amazing

To what extent criminal instincts

are so tenacious to the human race.

I deliberately say

criminal!

Freedom and crime

are inextricably linked

among themselves, that's clear.

Only solution to

save a person from crime is

to spare him freedom!

And that's when

we've barely gotten rid of it,

suddenly some pathetic

idiots appear, you know!

Misunderstandings!

Well, don't worry, our Party

will quickly vaporize them,

yes.

Well, how is it possible!

What do they want from us?

That they climb here!

OK.

An ancient sage once said a clever thing,

accidentally, beyond doubt.

Love and Hunger rule the world

Consequently, to dominate

the world, man had to win a

victory over hunger

after paying a very high price.

I refer to the great

Two Hundred Years’ War,

the war between the city and the land.

Probably on account of religious

prejudices, the primitive peasants

stubbornly held on to their bread.

But at last our contemporary

petroleum food was invented.

True, only about two-tenths of the

population of the globe

did not die out,

two-tenths.

But purified,

purified

from thousands of years of dirt!

But how beautifully shining the

face of the earth has become!

And for that

for these,

two-tenths.

Suspicious activity

detected in the SUR quarter.

Possible perverts.

Available workers are needed to help.

It looks like the K-331 developed

unhealthy sexual instincts.

K-331 has bit B-995,

B-995 has a bitten off ear, is bleeding.

It is possible that B-995
has contracted rabies.

Attention, the situation is stable

K-331 and B-995 have been both eliminated.

Good afternoon!

Hail Big Brother!

I heard that you are the lead
developer of Newspeak.

What is the word for love in Newspeak?

You know, love is applicable
to Big Brother.

It's an inalienable part of us such
as hands, legs, how we breathe,

and if you don't love Big
Brother all will be pointless.

What about inspiration?

Inspiration... its most likely
a medical term,

it's probably some kind of epilepsy.
I see it that way.

What about the word passion?

Passion, passion...

You know, I can't tell you right away.
It's worth researching more

and perhaps soon I can give
you a more detailed response

to this concept because now even
I am not ready to answer you.

Yes thank you. Passion...

What could it be, passion?
Perhaps it is the highest form of love?

So far I can say this. Well I think we
need a more in-depth study of this issue,

then I'll be able to handle this term.
Interesting... inspiration, its obvious,

love is also understandable. Passion!
Interesting word, maybe it should be banned

Or maybe not. I still must deliberate
on this and give a more specific answer

and maybe she will be happy
with my answer and my reasoning.

But time will tell, and will put
everything in its place.

And so, you came!

I was wondering if you will come or not.

It's unusual here.

Follow me,

I will show you everything here.

That same strange ancient instrument.

You seem to want to be original, but I
don't understand, why did you invite me?

Only now can I see
what color are your eyes...

Don’t you think it surprising that
once people could stand types like this?

Not only stand them but worship them.

What a slavish spirit, don’t you think so?

Maybe they should they have
been exterminated?

Probably, yeah.
Let's talk about you better.

You seem to be working
in the art department?

Yes, I work in the art department

we create hymns

and pornography.

Where did you get it from?

Would you like a drink?

The United State simply exterminates

smokers and those who drink alcohol.

Do you think this is funny?

Let's have a drink

Let's,

Let's,

for health,

Let's.

Not bad, right?

This is genuine cognac.

Do you understand that I

as a rule-adhering Number am required

report you to the Thought Police?

And I'm wondering

will you report me

or not?

I have to go.

BRAIN INSTITUTE

Yes, yes, come in, good afternoon D-503.

Hello.

Have a seat.

What's wrong?

I suffer from insomnia

and when i fall asleep

having strange dreams.

I had never dreamed before.

They say the ancient dreamed

for them it was in the order of things.

In fact, they had their whole life

was a hellish carousel, but we,

people of today, we know all too well

that dreaming is a serious mental disease.

I I... Is it possible that

my brain, this precise, clean,

glittering mechanism, like a chronometer

without a speck of dust on it, is...?

And now I understand that it's like

something foreign settled there.

Yes it is, now. I really feel there

in the brain some foreign body

like an eyelash in the eye.

One does not feel one’s whole body but this

eye with a hair in it, one

cannot forget it for a second...

And I'm standing in front of the mirror

I look at myself but

I see someone

and he's not me

with arched eyebrows,

a complete stranger

me a man, I see him for the first time.

And I'm real, I'm not him.

And I still hear sounds

magical sounds.

Maybe it's music?

And then I dream

and in the evening chasing me

shadow, I can't escape it.

Yes, it is too bad.

Apparently a soul has formed in you.

A soul?

That strange ancient word

that was forgotten long ago,

a soul.

Is it very dangerous?

Incurable.

But more specifically, what is it?

Somehow I cannot imagine...

You see, the cold mirror

reflects,

throws out,

while this one absorbs.

It keeps forever a trace of

everything that touches it.

Once you saw an imperceptible

wrinkle on some one’s face,

and this wrinkle is forever
preserved within you.

You may happen to hear

in the silence

a drop of water falling,

and you will hear it...

Yes, yes, that is it!

I now hear drops of water

dripping in the silence from the faucet

of a washstand,

and forever...

Why suddenly a soul?

There was none,

yet suddenly...

Why is it that no one has it, yet I...

Why?

Well, why don’t we grow feathers

or wings,

but only shoulder blades,

bases for wings?

That's because

we just don't need them.

Wings are for flying

and we don’t need to fly anywhere.

We have already arrived!

We are already here

Is that not so?

Certainly.

What is the matter,

a soul?

You say a soul?

This way we'll get to the cholera soon!

Colleague, I warned you!

I warned you this

this fantasy

Yes, everyone should castrate this fantasy.

Only surgery can help here,

only surgery.

Wait a minute,

now I will make a circular

X-ray.

Very, very curious!

Listen

would you not consent to become embalmed?

It would be invaluable to the

United State...

it might help us to prevent an epidemic.

If you have no special
reasons, of course...

You see D-503

is building the Integral,

and I am sure the operation

would interfere...

Yes.

I shall tell you a secret.

My colleague is right when

he speaks of an epidemic.

Try to remember,

have you not noticed yourself,

some one with something similar,

very similar,

identical?

As to the insomnia

and for the dreams you complain of,

I advise you to

walk a great deal.

Tomorrow morning you must

begin taking long walks,

say as far as the Ancient House.

Goodbye!

Freedom, freedom...

Freedom is when you can
say two plus two is four!

Two plus two is four. Freedom...
Freedom - two plus two is four.

Freedom, freedom, two plus two is four,
this is freedom, this is freedom! Freedom.

I hate... I hate Big Brother

I hate Big Brother, I hate
Big Brother, I hate Big Brother!

What's happened?

Don't get close to me.

It is dangerous,

a shadow is chasing me.

This doctor of yours said

that I am terminally ill,

I have a soul, incurable.

I feel it itching, here. I feel it.

Incurable soul!

You must come with me,

don't hesitate, follow me.

Do you understand that you risk everything!

Follow me and don't be afraid.

It is not right,

we shouldn't have crossed the Wall,

we will be punished.

There should be microphones everywhere.

There is no eavesdropping here,

no surveillance here

we are alone here.

And you didn't know

when you were there,

that you can go

behind the Green Wall?

Let them look for us there.

All these lies, hatred.

This are their only weapons.

Everything that flows from the monitors

is complete

garbage.

It is not right,

we must not break...

Well, look how wonderful it is here,

scents, greenery,

leaves, birds singing.

Even this mosquito

how beautiful it is.

What are you doing with him?

Let him go.

Warm.

Yes, real light.

No, it's warm

it's warm here.

We need to return

everything is too much.

To be honest, I

thought you were from

the Thought Police.

In order to establish the true meaning of

a function, one must establish its limit.

It is also clear that yesterday’s

stupid dissolution in the universe

taken to its limit is death.

For death is exactly the most complete

dissolution of the self in the universe.

Respectively

if l is love

with this death

l equals c,

love and death.

Feeling low energy?

You have insomnia

lack of appetite?

All this can be corrected.

To restore your energy

don't forget to take your

Big Brother vitamins.

Ah, D-503

how is your health?

How are your walks?

Did you go to the old house?

Thank you, I'm much better now.

Insomnia, dreams,

don't bother you anymore?

Tell me I noticed a lot of

people, queues, what's going on?

Yes, well,

now there is an epidemic and

they are doing an operation

to prevent it, and here

are the people standing...

Do not worry,

but be careful.

Yesterday we had

an accident here.

An accident?

Yes, sir. We finished the clock

and imagine!

The men caught a

male without a number.

How he got in,

I cannot make out.

They took him to the Operation Department.

Oh, they’ll draw the mystery out of

the fellow there, ‘why’ and ‘how, ’ etc...

Everything is fine...

Fine?

What do you find to be fine in that?

If that man without a number

contrived to sneak in,

it means that there are others around here,

everywhere, all the time,

here around the Integral, they...

They? Who are they?

Who, who?

How do I know who?

But I sense them, all the time.

You understand?

Have you heard about the new operation

which has been invented?

I mean the surgical removal of fantasy.

No, I haven’t. What has that to do with it?

Merely this, if I were you,

I should go and ask to have this

operation performed upon me.

Or a lobotomy, I don't know.

Something is wrong.

Next week

the flight of Integral will take place.

You must help me capture it.

We'll blow up the Green Wall

and free everyone.

You must help me.

Oh no no...

Do you understand what you are saying?

What you're up to is a revolution,

it's a revolution.

This cannot be.

But there was,

there was once a revolution.

Yes, once,

but ours was the last revolution.

There can be no more revolutions.

Are you a mathematician?

Tell me the last number.

I don't understand, the last, if

the number of numbers is infinite

how can I name the last number?

But also revolutions

they are endless

like the numbers.

This is suicide,

what you say is crazy

complete madness.

It is the same as if you should

cover the muzzle of a gun with your hands

and expect that way to prevent the shot...

It is absolute madness.

We will defeat them.

No matter the cost, we will defeat them.

Campaign posters and

the resistance group, does it exist?

Yes, I am a part of it.

We must act and capture the ship,

we will destroy all who stand in our way,

everyone.

Madness,

what you want to do is crazy.

You don't stand a chance.

There are chances.

Even if we are the only

ones who know the truth,

it doesn't make us mad.

When will you finally understand this.

Promise me that you will

not let us down.

Yes?

I don't know...

How can one destroy this

perfectly geometric beauty?

I can't!

I don't know what's the matter

I always did everything right, everything!

Yeah right.

Everyone is taken for the same crime,

you know?

You were arrested for thought-crime

just like me.

No that's not true,

I am not guilty,

I did nothing wrong.

I've been loyal to Big Brother

I was just working on Newspeak, that's all.

What will happen to us?

What will happen,

god knows what.

The main thing is not to get into Room 101.

What is Room 101?

Tell me,

do you have any fears?

Are you afraid of something?

Imagine this

all the worst things that

can happen to you and

multiply it by a thousand!

That's what will happen
to you in this room.

We all commit crimes

without even knowing it.

Well, maybe,

I don't know,

once,

Maybe,

it could have affected...

Certainly was unwise on my part...

We have prepared new
editions of Byron's poems,

and at the end of the line I left one word,

"God".

I've been looking for
the right rhymes all day

couldn't find anything.

It was impossible to change
the line, you understand.

This is probably my fault...

Room 101!

E-202

Room 101!

No need!

Comrade

Officer,

I already said everything

what else do you want to know from me?

I'm ready to confess everything

Tell me what to confess

and I will confess right there!

Write what you want

and I will sign, I will sign everything,

only do not force me to go in Room 101!

Room 101!

Do what you want,

bring the matter to an end,

let me die,

shoot me,

hang me,

sentence me to twenty-five years.

Tell me whom to snitch on.

Tell me, I'll tell you everything.

I don't care who it will be and what

you will to do with them,

only not Room 101!

Room 101!

Here, here he is, he's the one, take him.

Let me repeat every word of his!

It's him, he's against the Party, not me!

You didn't hear,

I say you didn't hear

The monitor didn't work!

You need him, not me.

Take him!

Room 101!

No!

What, what else do you need?

I confessed everything

I am a spy,

the enemy of the people.

What more do you want from me

I confessed everything

I confessed everything,

what else do you need?

I am a spy

I am an enemy of the people.

What else is needed!

Bitch, bastard, nit, asshole!

Look at you,

what have you become...

How long have I been here,

a week,

month?

Have mercy on me

let me die.

You are here

sixty six days

and sixty six hours.

You are afraid that in another moment

something is going to happen.

What you fear the most is

that your vertebrae snapping apart.

You already see

as one spine breaks from another

and the spinal cord fluid flows out of it.

Are you thinking about this?

That was forty.

You can see that the numbers

on this dial run up to a hundred.

Remember, that I have it in my

power to inflict pain on you at any moment

and to whatever degree I choose.

It's clear?

It's clear.

Do you still think that

reality is something objective?

To become sane

you have to be obedient.

You remember your words

freedom is free

to say that twice two is four?

Yes.

How many fingers do you see?

Four.

And if I say that there are five of them,

then how much?

Four.

How many

fingers do you see

now?

Four,

what can I do, four.

You are not learning well.

How many

fingers?

Four, four

enough, how much is this possible,

stop this pain...

How many fingers do you see?

Five, five, five...

Already better

how many fingers do you see?

Four five,

and I'll try to see five,

I don't know...

Sometimes,

and sometimes they can be

and four and five

and sometimes three

and sometimes this and that.

Everything depends

of lines

our

parties.

It is not easy to become sane!

Please,

let's do it again.

You are not learning well.

How many fingers are on the hand?

Four,

how can i stop seeing this

if it be my eyes,

four...

Tell me what would you like

really see five fingers or

assure me that you see them?

Really see.

Again,

How many

did I raise my fingers?

Four five six,

I know,

I don't know...

Already better.

What do you think

where are you?

Don't know,

I guess

at the Ministry of Love?

Why do you think

do we take people here?

For them to acknowledge.

Nothing like this,

we already know everything.

Think again.

To punish?

Stop imagining what's to come

generations will justify you.

Future generations in general

they don't know anything about you.

We will cancel you

you didn't exist

and you will not exist.

So,

tell me.

How does one man assert

his power over another?

By making him suffer.

Quite right.

Power is in inflicting

pain and humiliation.

Power is in tearing

human minds to pieces

and putting them together

again in new shapes

of your own choosing.

We will destroy everything,

we will create a

new world of

fear and humiliation and lies.

Everything else we destroy.

We have already eradicated

the habit of thinking,

we have uprooted the

sexual instinct,

there will be nothing left

neither science nor art

no culture, no difference

between beauty and ugliness.

If you want to

image the future, imagine

a boot stamping

on a human face,

for ever.

There will always be a face

which you can stamp on with your boots.

It will be a world of terror

as much as a world of triumph,

this is the world we are creating.

You can't!

What do you mean by this?

Such a world is impossible.

Why?

It is impossible to found a civilization

on fear and hatred and cruelty.

Why?

It would never endure.

It would disintegrate, commit suicide.

Nonsense.

You are under the impression that

hatred is more exhausting than love?

And if it were, what

difference would that make?

Before we

finish for today

you can ask me anything you want.

Any question?

Does Big Brother exist?

Of course he exists.

Does he exist

in the same way as I exist?

You do not exist.

I think I exist,

I am conscious of

my own identity.

I was born and I shall die.

I have arms and legs

I occupy a particular

point in space.

No other solid object

can occupy the same point simultaneously.

In that sense,

does Big Brother exist?

It is of no importance. He exists.

Will he ever die?

Of course not.

How could he die?

Tell me how old are you?

I hate Big Brother.

Rejoice,

for from now on we

are perfect.

Before today your own creation, engines,

were more perfect than you.

How?

The beauty of the mechanism

in steady and precise like a pendulum

rhythm.

The mechanism has no imagination.

Have you ever heard

to taps at night at hours

assigned to rest

restlessly tossed and sighed?

No.

And you?

You may well blush with shame!

The Guardians have seen more and more

frequently those smiles and

they have heard your sighs.

It is not your fault.

You are ill.

And the name of your illness is

fantasy.

It's a worm that gnaws

black wrinkles on one’s forehead.

It's a fever that drives one

to run farther and farther,

albeit ‘farther’ may begin

where happiness ends.

It is the last barricade on

our road to happiness and rejoice,

this barricade has been blasted at last,

the road is open!

The latest discovery of our State science

is that there is a centre for fantasy,

a miserable little
nervous knot in the lower

region of the frontal lobe of the brain.

A triple treatment of this knot with

X-rays will cure you of fantasy,

forever.

You are perfect.

You are mechanized.

The road to hundred
per-cent happiness is open.

Hurry all, young and old,

hurry to undergo the Great Operation.

Attention! The Great
Operation has not yet passed

all clinical trials.

Side effects of the Great Operation

myocarditis, osteoarthritis,
rash, anaphylaxis,

gangrene, thrombosis, photophobia,

schizophrenia, debilizm, sudden death.

The United State bears no

responsibility for

possible side effects.

According to Article
143 of the Criminal Code

those who do not voluntarily undergo

great operation will be subject to

death penalty and will be expunged

completely from the
history of the United State.

Glory to Big Brother!

Glory to Science!

You are in Room 101.

No,

it can't be!

Why?

I worked hard

day and night.

Before you is the most
honest member of the Party!

All of my life I have

sincerely hated the enemies of the people.

And the dictionary.

Who will work on it instead of me!

I have shortened our vocabulary

sixty six times.

Nobody before me

could not do this.

Please,

let me go.

I'm sure there's been a
misunderstanding here.

What the hell are you doing there!

You,

worked too efficiently

You,

delved into

the very

hidden meaning of

destroyed words.

But the real reason for

your arrest is not that at all.

Your problem is

that you quacked too much!

I?

No,

didn't quack anything,

didn't quack anything to anyone.

I just, I...

Damn, why didn't she prepare the scalpel!

Shut up I tell you!

I know everything,

and do not dare start your bullshit,

even if you

don't understand anything!

We have studied all your

thought-crimes

in advance

to make sure

they did no harm to

our United State.

Last time

we have found

strange

brain activity.

Now tell me,

what

are you most afraid of?

I do not know...

Well, what exactly are you afraid of?

Concrete.

In childhood,

rats...

From early childhood,

I saw them in my dreams.

Have mercy on me dear comrade.

Yes, he sure does look like a rat!

Ugly bastard,

Lousy nit!

Yes, but have mercy!

I am a bastard,

a nonentity!

Yes, I am nothing.

I am nobody.

Have mercy on me for my inner qualities,

for my undeniable loyalty to the Party.

I can fix myself

I can change my

thoughts to be correct.

I can do it.

Right, right!

Your inner qualities

are very needed.

Your organs.

We'll cut them out as long as you're alive.

At first

intestines,

Then

kidneys,

Then

liver,

lung.

Without anesthesia, of course.

Until you finally become

useful to

society again!

And your organs

will serve the

members of our

inner party.

No, no, don't, please don't...

Yes.

I even know

where will your kidneys go.

But your brains, to us...

we don't need your lousy brains

what a meaningless organ.

We even have to limit activities

of our artificial intelligence.

Your lousy brains,

we will feed to the dogs.

No no! Why don't you...

Glory to Big Brother!

Glory to Science!

D-503, your pass has been cancelled.

Return home immediately and wait

further instructions.

Work stops tomorrow,

all numbers must appear for the Operation.

Those who do not appear
are subject to execution.

The enemies of science will be destroyed.

(Announcer) Attention numbers!

In the eastern parts of the city

a significant part of the numbers moved to

side of the conspirators,
enemies of Happiness.

Power lines have been damaged

a fire has started in the city.

Our valiant army will surely soon

defeat the traitors of
Happiness, and all of them

will ascend the scaffold.

If you have already gone
through the Great Operation,

stay home, for those who haven't yet

had surgery, hurry to the medical

centers.

Are you D-503?

(Announcer) The house is surrounded,

do not try to resist, D-503,

everything is over.

In the name of the United
State, you are under arrest.

You will become normal soon.

A special operation will help

you become human...

You will be normal, you have no choice.

Big Brother is watching you.

Big Brother is watching you, Big Brother,

Big, Big...

The facts are this.

That evening, my neighbor,

who discovered the finiteness

of the universe and me, and

everyone who was with us

was taken as not having

operation certificates and taken to

nearest auditorium.

Here we were tied to poles and

were made to undergo the Great Operation.

The next day I told everything known

to me about the enemies of happiness.

Why before it seemed hard for me to go,

I cannot understand.

The only explanation seems to be

my illness, my soul.

Tomorrow all the traitors
of Happiness will ascend

the steps of the Great Machine.

No postponement is possible

for there still is chaos,

groaning, cadavers, beasts
in the western section,

and to our regret there
are still quantities of

Numbers who betrayed Reason.

But on the transverse avenue Forty,

we succeeded in establishing

a temporary Wall of high voltage waves.

And I hope we win.

More than that; I am certain we shall win.

For Reason must win.

Starring

Aleksandr Obmanov

Diana Ringo

Aleksei Sharanin

Vladislav Kuvitsyn

Sergei Budanov

Anton Biryukov

Vladimir Ivaniy

Aleksei Shamayev

Sergei Nikitin

Sergei Khrustalev

Dima Rubin

Evgeniy Kazak

Viktor Korovin

Ilya Droznin

Ilya Yaroslavtsev

Maksim Shilov

Based on the novel "1984" by George Orwell

and on the novel "We" by Evgeniy Zamyatin

Director

Diana Ringo

Editing

Diana Ringo

Composer and sound engineer

Diana Ringo

Cinematography

Diana Ringo

Sound effects

YLE

Sunset Editorial

AElita Productions

Starring

Mathematician D-503 Aleksandr Obmanov

Prisoner E-202 Vladimir Ivaniy

Author of Newspeak C-340 Aleksei Sharanin

Manager of the art-department
I-330 Diana Ringo

Investigator at the hospital Dima Rubin

Investigator at the
prison Sergei Khrustalev

Younger doctor Vladislav Kuvitsyn

Older doctor Sergei Budanov

Enemy of the people L-723 Anton Biryukov

Party member R-13 Sergei Nikitin

Minister of the United
State Aleksei Shamayev

Party member M-110 Ilya Yaroslavtsev

Prison guard Ilya Droznin

Assistant of the investigator
at the hospital Viktor Korovin

Police worker Maksim Shilov

Fitness-instructor Elena Ringo

Security-camera operator Rimant Gurskis