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(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

Who is John GaIt?

Who is John Galt?

"A device that draws static eIectricity
from the atmosphere

and converts it to usabIe power,

harvesting IimitIess energy
without fossil fuels."

We wouIdn't need centraIized power.

It wouId end the gIobaI
depression in a year. Maybe Iess.

Imagine, Miss Taggart!

I do, every day.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Get that.

You say you and Henry Rearden
found it in an abandoned car factory?

Yes. In the Iaboratory of the
Twentieth Century Motor Company.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(AIR HISSING)

- Who hoIds the patent?
- None was ever fiIed.

You couId fiIe for it.

I don't want to cIaim credit
for something I didn't create.

I just want it to work.

You're a person of uncommon
character these days.

There seems to be
an eIement missing,

a converter, transformer...
I'm not sure.

It might onIy exist in the mind
of the inventor. If you couId find...

But you haven't found him,
or you wouIdn't have caIIed me.

I know your distaste for my work
at the State Science Institute.

With no evidence, you decIare
Rearden MetaI unsafe,

just to keep me from
buiIding the John GaIt Line.

But you buiIt it anyway.

Magnificent.

I was wrong, I know that now.

- There was enormous poIiticaI pressure.
- Dr. StadIer,

can you think of anyone
who could have conceived of this?

A scientist, an engineer...
maybe ten years ago?

Someone this briIIiant wouId
sureIy have caught my attention.

Can you think of anyone now,
anyone Ieft who couId bring it to Iife?

Finding a great mind has been
increasingIy difficuIt

since the disappearances.

We've Iost many of
the best and brightest.

I couId take the device
to the State Science Institute.

- There are stiII some resources...
- (THUDDING)

Of course not.
(CLEARS THROAT)

That wouId be the worst thing.

Miss Taggart, I'd offer
to make an attempt myseIf,

but I'm not the person you need.

How are you so sure?

I haven't disappeared.

My pIans, pIease.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Miss Taggart.

Quentin DanieIs, pIease.

Yes, Quentin...

(CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- Dagny!
- Eddie.

The 93 route is officiaIIy in deficit.

We'II amortize the Iosses
across the whoIe system.

We've been doing that,
but the fact is...

We need the CoIorado run.

It's aIways been
the core of the raiIroad.

(CROWD CONTINUES
INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

While the Fair Share Law dictates that
companies must supply goods equally

to all customers, businesses continue
to close their doors due to a shortage

of raw materials.

Government appointee Wesley Mouch
insists it's only a temporary setback.

Meanwhile in other news, predictably...

(MUTES BROADCAST)

Where are they, Eddie?

- Who?
- Anyone who couId make a difference.

I'm sitting next to her.

EIIis Wyatt was more dedicated to his
work than anyone I have ever known.

The man figured out how
to squeeze oiI from stone,

and he just waIks away?

Not before setting fire to his own
shaIe fieId and storage faciIities.

DAGNY: It was a message. A Iesson.

You know why it's stiII burning?

Because anyone bright enough
to put it out is gone, too.

It's as if some destroyer
is sweeping up everybody

who could dig us out of this mess.

Who is John GaIt?

I disIike that expression immenseIy.

(UNMUTES BROADCAST) ...efforts
dumping retardants on Wyatt's Torch

in the Colorado Rockies.

Ellis Wyatt, still missing,

gave what was essentially
a slap in the face

to the government and the
Fair Share Law by posting

a sign at the base of the
burning flame that read:

"I am leaving it as I found it.
Take over. It's yours."

(CROWD SHOUTING FAINTLY)

(SIREN BLARING)

(SHOUTING GROWS LOUDER)

(PHONE BUTTONS BEEPING)

WESLEY ON TV: By enforcing the Fair
Share Law, prosperity and equality

will finally reach
every corner of this nation.

No longer will the greed of a
few wealthy businessmen outweigh

the needs of the public at large.

PuII up the 93.

Yes, Miss Taggart.

Who is John GaIt?

Mitchum, if you can't answer
that question, don't ask.

I'm sorry, Miss Taggart. When you
started the John GaIt Line

I just assumed
you Iiked that expression.

- The 93, Dave.
- Yes. Yes.

Ninety-three. Freight.
Terminates in HammondsviIIe, CoIorado.

Was running three times weekIy,
down to twice, now twice a month.

Load?

WeII, we cut the
coaI hopper cars in haIf,

but we're stiII puIIing
50 percent Iight.

But that's not my fauIt.

Since EIIis Wyatt disappeared.

Stockton CoaI was making
up the tonnage for a whiIe,

- but we Iost that contract.
- DAGNY: And we won't get it back.

Andrew Stockton hasn't been
heard from in weeks.

The government took
over the pIant under Fair Share

and hasn't produced a Iump of coaI.
No coaI, no contract.

No contract, no Ioad.
No Ioad, no Iine.

This raiIroad doesn't
function as a charity, Eddie.

KiII the 93.

You heard her.

Henry Rearden is a hero.

He's an innovator. He's a job creator.

It's better. It's cheaper metaI.
It's more creative.

This is CapitaIism 1 01 .

And the Fair Share Law,
more big government,

it's gonna resuIt in faiIure.
It's gonna resuIt

- in a Iack of competition.
- No, but you want more peopIe

in the marketpIace. And especiaIIy
when you see the price of gas,

when you see the price of goods
in America today,

you understand.
You want peopIe who are workin' hard...

Wait a second. This is neither
a free market nor a fair market.

This guy's soIe competition...
no competition at aII, right?

He's created a metaI that's stronger,
that's Iighter, that's cheaper...

All new orders.

- South Texas Freespan, 24 tons...
- Bridge truss.

That's the one. Griffin Derrick,
Louisiana, 1 9 tons.

Crane arms. Just put them
in the hoId fiIe by date, OK?

Danagger CoaI, PennsyIvania,
wants to increase their order,

but according to Fair Share,
we can't sell them any more.

I'II deaI with
Ken Danagger myseIf.

And the order from the
State Science Institute?

Just put that one
right at the bottom.

But Fair Share gives
the government priority.

We'II process them
in the order received.

- What couId be more fair than that?
- Yes sir, Mr. Rearden.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- Oh, and Leonard SmaII

from the State Science Institute is
stiII waiting for you in the boardroom.

Got it.

- Hank Rearden.
- DAGNY: It's me.

I had to shut down the 93 run.

My great-grandfather drove the
first spike into that raiI himseIf.

Just Iike you and I did
on the John GaIt Line.

- Sorry, Dagny.
- It wasn't paying.

But it was his baby.

NostaIgia's expensive these days.

Hey, remember the inn
at CoId Spring Harbor?

Of course.

I have a meeting in the city tomorrow.

We couId go there, just take a break.
You need it.

(SIGHS)

- We need it.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Mr. Rearden... Mr. SmaII.

Mr. Rearden,
an honor to meet you.

Don't you have a home?

- Sir?
- WeII, you've been camped out

in my boardroom, rent free.

PIease understand that it's my job.

It's the job you chose.

I've just never met a Iooter with your
kind of dedication and endurance.

- I'm not a Iooter.
- No?

So, you're not here to take something
from me you didn't earn yourseIf?

You can't just reject a government
order for your materiaIs.

- Why can't I?
- It's an EssentiaI Needs project.

EssentiaI to whom?

It's... it's very important.
It's for the State Science Institute.

WeII, the State Science Institute
decIared Rearden MetaI unfit.

They did so very pubIicIy.
NearIy ruined my company.

So, teII me why does the SSI
now need 1 0,000 tons of my

"dangerous, inferior metaI"?

You Iaid a hundred miIes of
track aIong the John GaIt Line

that proved them wrong.

You stiII haven't answered my question.
Why? To what purpose?

Rest assured, Mr. Rearden,
it's in the pubIic interest.

I'II rest on this: You teII your peopIe
that I wiII not seII any Rearden MetaI

to the State Science Institute
at any time, for any price,

- for any purpose whatsoever.
- Mr. Rearden,

no one has ever refused to seII
strategic materiaI to the government.

It's against the Fair Share Law.
You have to seII it to them.

I'II make it simpIe for you.

TeII them I won't accept payment.

Now they're weIcome to come
down here with their trucks

and their guns and seize
as much metaI as they want.

- That wouId be theft.
- Damn, son.

You're brighter than you Iook.

One of these days, you're gonna
have to decide which side you're on.

You know, Mr. Rearden,
times have changed.

We aII have to be fIexibIe.

We can't be tied down
by rigid principIes.

Try pouring a ton of steeI
without rigid principles.

Dagny.

What is it?

LegaI says James has to co-sign
the order to shut down the 93

before we take action.

- I can't find him.
- I don't know where he is, Eddie.

He's the president of the raiIroad,
even if it is in titIe onIy.

He shouId have been here today.

Shut down the 93.
I'II handIe my brother.

Thank you.

(SIREN BLARES)

MAN: Excuse me.

(CROWD CHATTERS EXCITEDLY)

Spread the honey.
Make sure they know who it's from.

Yes sir, Mr. Taggart.
Mr. Taggart wants to send his Iove

and affection to aII of you.
Let's hear it for Mr. Taggart!

(CASH REGISTER BEEPING)

- AII right, here you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much. Have a good one.

Oh, my God.
You're James Taggart.

(CHUCKLES)

- Yes, I am. How did you know?
- What?

Who doesn't know James Taggart?
You buiIt the John GaIt Line.

Do you have any idea what
that meant to everybody?

- Here... I mean, if it's OK.
- Oh, pIease.

They said it couIdn't be done,
but you did it.

You defied the expression
"Who is John GaIt?" Wow.

You just threw it right back at them.

You're my hero.

And now, you're mine.

Hero, that is.

And I don't even know your name.

CherryI Brooks.

CherryI Brooks...
have you ever ridden in a Iimo?

(DRAMATIC PIANO PLAYING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

MAN: Are you ready, Mr. HaIIey?

(CHEERS, APPLAUSE CONTINUE)

(AUDIENCE MURMURS QUIETLY)

(MUFFLED CROWD SHOUTING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Miss Taggart,
maybe you shouId take the side door.

It's getting pretty dicey outside.

I'm good, thanks.

HANK: Any progress with the motor?

Dr. StadIer wasn't much heIp.

You showed it to StadIer?
The bastard singIe-handedIy

tried to stop the John GaIt Line.

I assume you remember
what we went through.

Of course.
But I need StadIer.

If anyone knows somebody who
can make the motor work, it's him.

(SIGHS)

Great minds aren't in great
suppIy these days.

Even artists, musicians...
Richard HaIIey.

Performed his "Fourth Rhapsody"
and then just disappeared.

Thin air.

No Iegacy. They say he
destroyed aII his compositions

before he ever went to the haII.

I can't imagine just waIking
away from everything Iike that.

Hank, if we Iose,
there is a time coming

when this won't be possible,
what we're doing.

It wouIdn't be possibIe now
if we hadn't earned it.

Dagny, we won't Iet
the worId disappear.

(SIGHS)

- Mr. DanieIs...
- Quentin, pIease.

Quentin.

Dr. StadIer teIIs me you're one of
the brightest young engineers he knows.

He's a Iiar, that guy.
But you probabIy aIready know that.

That whoIe State Science Institute...
it's Iike a State Institute,

minus the science.

Right.
What do you think of the prototype?

I think it's a working modeI.

- Three-fifths scaIe, I don't know.
- Working?

Yeah.

See?

There's scuff marks.

This thing's been on before.

The connectors are scuffed
and there's eIectroIytic deposition.

Yeah, it works... or it did.
Pretty sure.

What do you want me to do with it?

I want it to function,
and I want to buiId more.

- What do you need?
- (SCOFFS)

A hundred years.

In terms of support... money.

I won't accept pay
for my good intentions.

If I need gear or equipment,
I'II send you a request.

Done.

But if I puII it off and make it work,
I'm gonna want to skin you aIive.

A painful percentage,
if that's acceptabIe.

PerfectIy.

What about your other projects?

Your obIigations to the
Utah Institute of TechnoIogy?

The Institute's cIosed, ma'am. I pretty
much have the run of the pIace.

- What about security?
- Best there is.

I'm the night watchman.

So what do you want from me,
Danagger?

Four thousand tons of Rearden MetaI,
formed.

ShouId be enough to shore up
my mines and stop the cave-ins.

You'II get your metaI. When you
need more, you'II get that, too.

Fair Share be damned.

We're waIking a thin Iine here.
Is it worth it?

If I don't get coaI, I can't make steeI.

If I don't make steeI,
Taggart stops moving.

Everything coIIapses around that.

Hank...

Washington gets wind of this,
we'll both be in trouble.

I want you to know,
I won't cooperate with Mouch

and the rest of those crooks.
I'II go to jaiI first.

Then we'II go together.

Good to see you, Ken.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: Henry.

Henry.

LiIIian. What a surprise.

LILLIAN: Lunch for two?

What are you doing here?

James Taggart's wedding is this evening.
Remember?

Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on that.

You can't pass, Henry.

I'm not going to the biggest event
of the season without my husband.

WeII, I don't want to go.
EspeciaIIy to that.

But you wiII go, won't you?

Not because you want to,
but because I want you to.

You're not staying here tonight,
LiIIian.

I wouIdn't dream of it.

(BAND PLAYS UP-TEMPO MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES, MUFFLED)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CherryI, you Iook IoveIy.
What a beautifuI wedding.

There's something
I want you to know, Dagny.

So there won't be any
pretending about it.

I know how Jim has
aIIowed you to treat him.

How you've cIaimed credit for
everything that he's accompIished.

What you choose to beIieve
is your business.

I'm going to protect him from you.

I'm the woman in this famiIy now.

Oh, that's quite aII right.
I'm the man.

(BAND PLAYS SLOW-TEMPO MUSIC)

SIug, my oIdest and dearest friend.

Francisco, you haven't caIIed me that
since we were kids.

Why are you here?

Don't you remember when you dared
John GaIt to come cIaim the Iine

that bears his name, hmm?

- WeII, he has.
- (SIGHS)

Who is John GaIt?

The question on
everyone's Iips these days.

I'm asking you the question, Francisco.
Who or what is John GaIt?

Are you John Galt?

Not as you'd think of it.

I don't know what to think.

- Is he even a man?
- Or an idea.

If you knew,
what difference would it make?

I want to know.

- I need to know.
- Hmm.

If you heId the motor of the worId
in your hands, what wouId you do?

(BAND PLAYS UP-TEMPO MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Dagny, hi.
I was hoping to run into you.

Here we are.

I'm sure you reaIize how easiIy
it couId be misconstrued,

you wearing a braceIet my husband
made for me with his precious metaI.

It's embarrassing.

- Why don't we pretend we never traded.
- I think I'II keep it.

- MAN: Another kiss!
- (LIGHT APPLAUSE)

JAMES: A toast.

Here's to my wife,
Mrs. James Taggart.

Love does, indeed, conquer aII.

ALL: Cheers!

Mm! Even sociaI and economic barriers.

You know,
money cannot buy happiness.

Truer words were never spoken.

We're no Ionger chasing
the aImighty doIIar.

Our ideaIs are higher than profit.

Instead of the aristocracy
of money, we have...

The aristocracy of puII.

I mean, now, it's about infIuence.
But you knew that aIready.

What I know is that you
need to Iearn some manners.

If you ever doubted that money was the
root of aII eviI, there's your proof.

So, you think that money
is the root of aII eviI.

Have you ever asked yourseIf
"What's the root of money?"

Money is a tooI that aIIows us
to trade with one another.

Your goods for mine.
Your efforts for mine.

The keystone of civiIization.

Having money is not
the measure of a man.

What matters is how he got it.

If he produced it
by creating vaIue,

then his money is a token of honor.

Look who's taIking about honor.

But if he's taken it from those
who produce, then there is no honor.

Then you're simpIy a Iooter.

Señor d'Anconia, we aII know that
money is made by the strong

at the expense of the weak.

Mm. What kind of strength
are you taIking about?

The power to create vaIue?

Or the abiIity to manipuIate,
to extort money in back room deaIs,

- to exercise puII?
- AII right... just Ieave.

Hey.

When money ceases to be the tooI
by which men deaI with one another,

then men become the tooIs of men.

BIood, whips, chains or doIIars.
Take your choice.

There is no other.

And your time is running out.

D'Anconia...

...I wanna speak to you.

Mr. Rearden, to whom
do you think I was speaking?

TeII me, do you own any
d'Anconia GIobaI Commodities stock?

- No.
- Good.

Most everyone eIse in this room does,
and they deserve to.

What are you taIking about?

There was a fire at the d'Anconia
ore docks in VaIparaiso...

...tomorrow morning.
In unreIated events,

the d'Anconia mines were
buried under rock sIides.

That's tomorrow, too.

Why wouId you do that?

Money is the root of aII eviI.

So I just got tired of being eviI.

I took her to the station myseIf.

I had no right to
bring her into our worId.

Good morning, Henry.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

(EXHALES)

When was the Iast time you
spent the night in this room?

When was the Iast time
you spent a night with me?

Is it your IittIe girI
from the office, is it Gwen?

Or is it a CherryI, something
you picked up out of the gutter?

LiIIian, drop it.

- I am your wife.
- We can soIve that simpIy enough.

You have her aII over you.

Get out.

You're a hypocrite, Henry.

You're just another Iying, cheating
husband who can't keep his pants zipped.

You're entitIed to that. I'm ready
to give you a divorce. Get out.

You'II "give" me?
You can't buy your way out of this.

I knew you wanted a divorce
six months into our marriage.

Then why do you stay?

Because you're screwing some whore,

I have to give up my home,
my name, my position? Never.

Ever.

I'm very good at keeping up appearances.
I'II heIp you do the same.

I don't know who you think you are.

I am Mrs. Henry Rearden.

I'm the person who knows
what you are...

...a common, ordinary man who thinks
he doesn't owe anybody anything.

And you're wrong.

You're a moIe, Henry, who crawIed up
out of a hoIe in the ground.

- You owe me.
- (SCOFFS)

You owe everybody.

As the market opened,
stock of d'Anconia Global Commodities

tumbled 82 percent on reports

that disasters in Chile
and elsewhere around the world

have crippled the company's ability
to mine and deliver resources.

Eyewitness accounts describe
devastation so extensive,

it's unlikely the 200-year-old company
will ever recover.

Luckily, no casualties were reported.

Calls to company President Francisco
d'Anconia were not returned

and Global Commodities officials
have declined comment.

What an inspiring sight!

The most vaIuabIe metaI operation
in the country, maybe the worId.

You didn't think so when your
agency tried to shut me down.

(CHUCKLES) WeII, times change,
Mr. Rearden. Situations change.

But peopIe Iike you don't change,
Dr. Ferris.

And my position hasn't changed.
He shouId have toId you.

I wiII not seII my metaI to
the State Science Institute.

In Iight of recent events,
I'd say your position is untenabIe.

What events?

Your transfer of 4,000 tons
of Rearden MetaI to Ken Danagger,

in cIear vioIation
of the Fair Share mandate.

- We're done here.
- Not yet.

It's very simpIe now.
You deIiver our order,

accept our generous compensation,

and you and Danagger don't
spend the next ten years in prison.

You seem pretty happy
I vioIated one of your new Iaws.

(CHUCKLING)
That's what Iaws are for, Mr. Rearden.

If the right peopIe don't break them,
they're of no use whatsoever.

Oh, by the way,
young Mr. SmaII wiII be

staying on in a supervisory capacity.

To ensure that working
conditions meet the standards

- required of a government contractor.
- He has a job to do.

He has to do what you teII him.
I don't.

I can find my own way out,
thank you.

And Leonard stays.

WeII, that went about as weII as
couId be expected, don't you think?

The Justice Department has just handed
down indictments against Henry Rearden,

billionaire manufacturer
of Rearden Metal,

and Kenneth Danagger, the nation's
largest remaining producer of coal.

Both men face up to ten years in prison
for flagrant violation

of the Fair Share Law.

DAGNY: Eddie, I'm wheels down
in Pittsburgh.

EDDIE: Pittsburgh?

DAGNY: I need to know where
Ken Danagger stands.

I want him to know he's not alone.

(CLOCK CHIMES SOFTLY)

(SCOFFS)

Excuse me, but I had
an 1 1 :00 with Mr. Danagger.

I know, Miss Taggart, I'm sorry.

He asked not to be disturbed.

He's been in there
with someone for a while.

- Who?
- I actuaIIy don't know the gentIeman.

He didn't have an appointment,
but Mr. Danagger

seemed to be expecting him so...

Miss Taggart... He won't be much
Ionger I'm sure!

Dagny!

I'm sorry, Ken, I thought...

No, no. Forgive me, Dagny.
I'm sure I made you wait.

So good to see you.

You, too.

So... they've handed down
the indictments

against you and Hank Rearden.

It's a knee-sIapper.

You couId go to prison for a decade.

Who is John GaIt, right?

Mr. Danagger... Ken...
you toId me you Iove your work.

I do.

Are you quitting?

It's a fine baIance we have.

You depend on my coaI
for power...

...and to fiII your hoppers.

Hank uses my coaI
to make his steeI.

And we use his steel to shore up
my mines and Iay your raiI.

It's perfect. NaturaI.

- Trading vaIue for vaIue.
- Everybody wins.

UntiI something we can't controI
poisons that baIance.

- Then what do we do?
- I fight.

I fought for every chunk of coaI
I've ever puIIed out of the ground.

And now, I can't set my price.

I can't decide who to seII to.

The government takes what they want
and taxes what they Ieave behind.

All I'm doing is feeding the beast
that's trying to destroy me.

You're just going to
Iet them have your coaI?

It's not important.
You're weIcome to it.

Take as much as you can hauI away.

Dagny, you keep up the good fight,

just as long as you feel you need to.

I've onIy got one thing Ieft
worth fighting for.

What's that?

This.

(SIGHS)

Francisco.

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

(POWER TOOLS WHIRRING)

Soon, they'II have watchers
watching the watchers.

When wiII it end?

When wiII you end it?

That the Iine you used
on Ken Danagger?

Me? No.

I had nothing to do with that.

What about your mines?
You had something to do with that.

You know, copper's getting
a IittIe hard to come by.

And now, losing Ken Danagger
and his coaI...

If Ken Danagger had enough,
it's not for me to judge.

I'II just have to work a IittIe harder.

Harder?
Even your metaI has its Iimits.

I don't know my Iimit, d'Anconia.
I guess I don't much care to find it.

But I won't be stopped.

Thanks, Gwen.

Why do you stay in business?

- To make money.
- Yes. To make money.

By creating a product that
nobody ever dreamed of.

And how's that working out for you?

It's getting tougher.

Did you want to see your metaI
and your weaIth

used by Iooters who think it's your duty
to produce, and theirs to consume?

Moochers who think
they owe you nothing?

No weaIth, no recognition, no respect?

Is that what you wanted?

I'd bIow up my miIIs first.

Then why don't you, Mr. Rearden?

That time and those peopIe
are upon you.

If you saw AtIas, the giant who
hoIds the worId on his shouIders,

with blood running down his chest...

...knees buckIing, arms trembIing,
but stiII trying to hoId up the worId

with the last of his strength,
what would you tell him to do?

I don't know.

What wouId you teII him?

To shrug.

- (EXPLOSION)
- (ALARM BLARING)

Foreman!

It's the Iow grade ore!
The vents are cIogged!

Purge the gas to the other vesseI
or the whoIe furnace is gonna go!

Put a perimeter around it!
Contain it!

Contain it right there.
FiII in the gap!

FiII in the gap right there!

HANK: Go! Move it! Move it!

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(BUZZING SOUND)

(MEN SHOUTING)

MAN: Go, go, go, go!

(GRUNTING)

MAN: Shut it down as soon as possibIe!

- (ALARM CONTINUES)
- (MEN SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER POLICE RADIO)

(COUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Weren't you just suggesting
that I bIow this pIace up myseIf?

I was raised in foundries Iike this.
I was caught up in the moment.

Come and work with me for a whiIe,
right here in the miIIs.

No more damn questions, then?

I aIready got my answer, Mr. Rearden.

(CROWS CAWING)

I'II be about an hour.

(BEEPING SOUNDS)

HeIIo? HeIIo?

Oh, Miss Taggart, you're here.

Come in, come in.
Can I get you anything?

- Show me.
- OK, now don't freak out

and don't touch anything.

(RAPID BEEPING)

(ELECTRICITY HUMMING, SIZZLING)

Touch it.

You toId me not to touch...

- It's coId.
- Huge input, Iow yieId.

Inefficient at the quantum IeveI.

There's something missing.
It's not aII here.

How Iong?

Maybe a week.

Maybe a thousand Iifetimes.

Or a thousand great minds.

You're it, Quentin.

Or maybe a shortcut.

Find the mind
that created this thing.

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
- (GAVEL BANGING)

Henry Rearden, you are charged,
aIong with Kenneth Danagger,

- in absentia...
- (CAMERAS CLICKING)

...with one count of vioIation
of ArticIe 64 of the Fair Share Law.

SpecificaIIy, the iIIegaI
saIe and transfer of 4,000 tons

of strategic materiaI
known as "Rearden MetaI"

to Kenneth Danagger and Danagger CoaI.
How do you pIead, sir?

I do not recognize
this court's right to try me,

nor do I recognize
any of my actions as a crime.

- (AUDIENCE MURMURING)
- (GAVEL BANGING)

Mr. Rearden, you wiII have to
enter a pIea before this court.

SimpIy refusing to
obey the Iaw is not a defense.

If you beIieve you may seize my
property simpIy because you need it,

well then, so does any burglar.

The onIy difference is a
burgIar doesn't ask my permission.

(LOW MURMURS)

Sir, I wiII remind you
the punishment this court

might impose on you is severe.

Go ahead. Impose it.

If you sentence me to jaiI,
send armed men to get me.

I wiII not voIunteer to go.

If you fine me,
you'II have to seize my assets.

I wiII not voIunteer to pay.

If you feeI you have the
right to use force against me,

then show it for what it is...
bring guns.

(MURMURING RESUMES)

Sir, we have no intention
of pointing guns

and seizing your property.

Then why are we here?

Mr. Rearden, you are misrepresenting
the Ietter and the intent

of the Fair Share Law.

It is based on the highest principIe,
the principIe of the pubIic good.

As defined by those who would
dictate and reguIate our behavior

in our homes and our businesses,
steaIing their power from our Iiberty.

(MURMURS, APPLAUSE)

(GAVEL BANGING)

GaIIery wiII come to order!

Mr. Rearden, you wouIdn't
want it misunderstood

that you work for nothing
but your own profit?

Indeed. I want it understood cIearIy.
I do not recognize the good of others

as a justification for my existence.

If their fair share demands
that I get nothing for my Iabors,

that it requires me
to be a victim, then I say...

...pubIic good be damned.
I'II have no part of it.

And how does that benefit
your feIIow man?

I do not owe you an answer, but I
couId teII you in a hundred ways.

Thousands ofjobs, biIIions in revenue,
fueIing our economy

despite your efforts to destroy
the very foundation of our existence.

And I believe most of my fellow men
would say the same if they had a voice.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

(GAVEL BANGING)

MAN: Another outburst
and I wiII cIear the court.

Putting this son of a bitch
in jaiI is suicide.

- The SSI wiII never get their metaI.
- No, we need an exampIe, not a martyr.

We can't set a precedent here,
not with this man.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

Mr. Rearden, on your behaIf, the court
has entered a pIea of "no contest,"

and this paneI has found you guiIty.

- (SCATTERED APPLAUSE)
- (GAVEL BANGING)

You are hereby sentenced to ten years
in prison and a fine of $50 miIIion.

(GAVEL BANGS)

Sentencing of Kenneth Danagger
will be withheld

pending his appearance before this body.

Now, Mr. Rearden,
taking into consideration

your distinguished achievements,

your contributions to society and
your fuII cooperation in this matter,

your sentence is suspended.
This court is now adjourned.

(AUDIENCE CHEERS)

Do you reaIize what you've done?

Dodged a buIIet.

You've given the peopIe a voice.

You said what was
aIready on everyone's mind.

You won.

Hank, we won.

Dagny...

(SCOFFS)

...you can't win a battIe
that never ends.

Look at this worId.

How can such smaII peopIe
do so much damage?

We're so cIose to having something
they won't be abIe to fight.

Even if your motor is
everything you think it'II be,

- they wiII try Iike heII to stop you.
- They might.

They can't stop the worId.

Dagny... what if you never find
the man who created the motor?

What if you can't make it aII work?

I make things work.

Hank, you make things work.

- Yes.
- That's what peopIe Iike us do.

And they know that.

And they hate it because
it threatens them.

But it won't scare them away.

With aII the businesses that have
faiIed, we simpIy cannot continue

to service the few remaining customers
we have without raising rates.

Jim, we from Washington and
WesIey Mouch wouId Iike you

to tabIe the idea of
raising rates at this time.

I mereIy mentioned it
to round out the picture.

Maybe you can use your puII with
Mr. Mouch to get us a concession here.

I'II have a word with him.

You're one of WesIey's
cIosest friends.

But he won't hesitate to sacrifice
his personaI interests

if they confIict with the pubIic good.

Right. Of course.

We're gIad that you're on board.

We feeI the first order of business
is to make the raiI workers happy.

JAMES: The unions make a Iot of noise,

but I don't think we have
to take them too seriousIy.

WesIey Mouch takes them very seriousIy.

So do I.

The unions represent
miIIions of votes, Jim.

And votes that your money can't buy.

Taggart TranscontinentaI has got to set
an exampIe by reaching out to Iabor.

Set the precedent for other companies.
You'II be heIping WesIey a great deaI.

As Chairman of the Board, I have
to point out that freezing rates

and paying higher wages wiII onIy
push our company deeper into the red.

Bob's right. We shouId be Iooking
for ways to save money, not spend it.

It's simpIe, guys.
Just trim the fat off the brisket.

Shut down the routes that aren't paying.

- A boId idea.
- Where do you suggest we start?

The John GaIt Line was
a dumb mistake to begin with.

Now with EIIis Wyatt gone, it's nothing
more than a goddamn bridge to nowhere.

We couId use the Rearden MetaI
to repIace the damaged raiIs

- aIong the profit-making Iines.
- MAN: Now you're taIking.

Dagny, wouId you Iike
to weigh in on this?

No.

But you're the C.O.O.
You run the raiIroad.

Do I?

MAN 2: You must have an opinion,
Miss Taggart.

What do you propose?

I don't propose.

You're dodging your
responsibiIity here, Dagny.

I am not going to say the words
that make me the murderer.

It's your poIicies that
kiIIed the John GaIt Line.

It's your interference
that is kiIIing this raiIroad.

You're the assassins.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr. Chairman, I propose
we dismantle the John Galt Line.

All in favor?

ALL: Aye.

MAN 2: Opposed?

Motion carries.
(CLEARS THROAT)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- (TOOLS CLANGING)

We buiIt something fantastic,
didn't we?

HANK: Yes, we did.

DAGNY: I thought it wouId stand
for a thousand years.

It wouId've.

(SIGHS)

Do you need more time?

No.

Why drag it out?

(PATRONS CHATTERING)

LiIIian.

I see you're sIumming it again.

Hard times, you know.

Don't spend aII of Henry's money
on the truffIe mousse pâté.

- I can onIy try.
- (CHUCKLING)

Your husband's performance in court,

some very powerfuI peopIe
found it... disagreeabIe.

DisagreeabIe?
You wouIdn't know the haIf of it.

Word is spreading around.

He's headed for reaI troubIe
unIess he Iearns to not be so...

...vocaIIy anti-sociaI.

I see.

You wouId Iike me
to put a muzzIe on him.

WeII, for both of our sakes, yes.

Your position, your money...
it's aII on the Iine.

Try not to seem so desperate, James.

- It's unbecoming.
- (SCOFFS)

- What are you afraid of Iosing?
- Everything.

They have made it my responsibiIity
to get him to cooperate.

You don't understand
the power they have.

You haven't mentioned
what I stand to gain from this.

InfIuence in very high circIes.

You'II never stand in anyone's shadow.

Not even Hank Rearden's.

Henry's weakness is that
he thinks he's not vuInerabIe.

We have to prove him wrong.

I think we have the tooIs
to do that.

(CROWD CHATTERING LOUDLY)

MOUCH: The Unification Board
is authorized to enforce

compIiance through penaIties...
that incIude, but are not Iimited to:

fines, seizure of assets,
nationaIization of property,

and imprisonment,
for so Iong as an emergency Iasts.

We wanted aII of you,
our core group, to hear it first.

We need you aII on board.

JAMES: It's obvious that drastic
measures have to be taken.

You can count on me, WesIey.

I think everyone here agrees
that capitaIism doesn't work,

not without government as a partner.

- A caretaker, reaIIy.
- ExactIy.

Your businesses are faiIing.
Your unions are suffering.

We need to hoId the Iine
on this erosion,

freeze things in pIace untiI pubIic
confidence has been restored.

Now, there wiII be some howIing...
stickIers for the Constitution,

cIingers to the oId ways, those types.

- And the Ioose cannons.
- Like Henry Rearden.

Rearden is a threat to civiI order
and the pubIic good.

There is no room in recovery
for a free thinker Iike Rearden.

Rearden wiII not be a probIem.

MAN ON PHONE:
Mr. Mouch, put me on screen.

If this isn't a state of emergency,
I don't know what is.

The immense greed of a few
has pushed us to the precipice.

I recommend that we implement
Directive 1 0-289 immediately.

For the public good.

In the name of the general welfare,

to protect the security
of our fellow citizens,

it is decreed for the duration of the
national emergency that the statutes

of Directive 1 0-289
shall remain in effect.

One: All employees and wage
earners of any kind shall henceforth

be attached to their current jobs

and may not be discharged
or quit said employment.

Two: All industrial
and manufacturing entities

shall henceforth remain in operation

and owners of said
establishments shall not quit,

retire, sell,
or transfer their business.

Three: All copyrights and patents
pertaining to any invention,

formula, or process shall be
transferred to the federal government

by means of Gift Certificates

signed by the present owners
of said copyrights and patents.

Four: No new devices, inventions,

products or goods of any nature

are to be created or manufactured

and the Office of Patents & Copyrights
is hereby suspended.

Five: Every company or sole
proprietor shall henceforth produce

the same quantity of goods,
or provide the same services

as in the Basic Year... the year
just ended. No more or no less.

Six: Every citizen, regardless
of income, shall henceforth spend

the same amount of money
as in the Basic Year.

And Seven: All wages, prices,
dividends and other forms of income

are hereby frozen at present figures.

Directive 1 0-289 shall
be administered and enforced

by the Unification Board,
whose decisions will be final.

It's aII happening so fast.

You knew about this?

I have appointed current Director of
Economic Development, Wesley Mouch,

as Recovery Czar

to help us through
these desperate times.

ANCHORMAN ON TV: Fellow Americans,
with the stroke of a pen,

the home of life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness

has been altered forever.

(SIREN BLARING)

(NO AUDIO)

Dr. Ferris.
Come to shut me down compIeteIy?

No. Not at aII.
That wouIdn't serve anyone.

Under Directive 1 0-289,
private inteIIectuaI assets

become the property of the government.

Since tonight is the deadIine,
at midnight,

I'm here as a convenience for you.

All you have to do is sign
this Gift Certificate...

...entrusting your patents
to the Unification Board.

So, you're here to steaI the
process for Rearden MetaI.

SteaI? No. It'II be made
avaiIabIe to aII manufacturers.

Oh, and to make peopIe aware
that you no Ionger hoId a monopoIy,

the name wiII be changed...
to MiracIe MetaI.

Catchy.

All you have to do is
sign right there at the bottom.

Sir, I'm not gonna sign that paper.

I'm not gonna say that it's OK
for you to take my patents away from me.

WeII, I do have... some other
documents here as weII.

I don't imagine you'II suffer much,
since your wife aIready knows.

Of course, I can't say the same
for Miss Taggart.

One of the most respected
businesswomen in the nation.

SpotIess reputation,

a source of inspiration to
young girIs aII across the country.

(SIGHS)

DAGNY: I can't even Iook at this.

You might not want
to see this either.

In an unexpected move sure to
usher in a new dawn of cooperation

between industry and government,
billionaire steel magnate Henry Rearden

has thrown his full support
behind Directive 1 0-289.

Rearden, inventor of Rearden Metal,
has signed Gift Certificates

transferring his patents
to the government

in the interest of fairness
and a rapid recovery

from the worst economic
recession on record.

EDDIE: Dagny.

Dagny?

Dagny!

What the heII you doing?
What's wrong?

Everything.

You did this. Directive 1 0-289.

You and your government creeps.

It's what the country needs right now.

I'm part of the soIution.

(GASPS)

TeII me. How does it feeI
to be the Iast one standing?

Better than crawIing around on the
ground with the rest of the snakes.

I won't be a sIave
and I won't be a sIave driver.

I quit.
TeII that to your cronies.

Dagny, you can't quit.

It's against the directive.

- I'm going to my famiIy cabin.
- HoId aII your caIIs?

HoId everything, Eddie.

Don't contact me about the raiIroad.
I'm done.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Rearden.
- DAGNY: It's me.

I don't know what
they did to you, Hank.

I hate that they had
the power to do it.

We're aII facing difficuIt
choices these days.

Well, maybe you can live
with this directive. I can't.

It burns me.

Don't Iet it. I toId you,
it's not gonna stop.

I want to see you.

Not right now.
Not for a while.

I need a break from everything.

OK.

I can understand now what wouId
make someone just check out.

That's what I'm doing.
Checking out.

Eddie will know where I am.

Look, I don't care
what the grounds are,

I don't care how many judges
you've gotta buy,

I want LiIIian out of my Iife.
Do you understand?

Get me a divorce. I have got to
be free of this... compIeteIy free.

(CROWD SHOUTING ANGRILY)

MAN: This is ridicuIous!

(CAR HONKS HORN)

Um, Mr. Taggart, who do I consuIt with
if there are any issues?

JAMES: Just deaI with it.

What kind of issues?

WeII, I have some frozen trains.

I can't detour them because
of the spIit raiIs and repairs...

Look, I haven't found anyone to
repIace Dagny yet. I don't know.

- How Iong have you been here?
- AImost eight months.

That's pIenty of time.
You're promoted.

CongratuIations.
Chief Operating Officer...

- What's your name?
- Mitchum.

Mitchum. Carry on.

Me?

And for the record, there's
no pay increase due to 1 0-289.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- (DUCKS QUACKING)
- (OBJECT THUDS)

(BEEPING)

Anybody know why Westbound 22
is behind scheduIe?

No.

Thank you.

Kip, why check your watch?

I don't even need a sundiaI
to teII you that we're as Iate

as yesterday's apoIogies.

WeII, I can teII you this:

If I'm Iate for my campaign
stop in San Francisco, I swear,

I'II make it a priority
to nationaIize this raiIroad.

History shows us it's the onIy way
to make them run on time.

(CLATTERING)

Good goddamn.

Oh, my God. Kip, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(TRAIN HISSING)

(BEEPING)

OK, we've got a damaged
engine outside of Winston.

- AIert aII IocaI east-west traffic.
- Got it.

Taggart 22 Intermountain, this is
Taggart Command. Come in, over.

- What the heII happened?
- The engine's got a fractured bogie.

Has a what?

- It's the undercarriage, sir.
- How Iong before you fix it?

WeII, the engine onIy weighs
about 560,000 pounds.

If you'd Iike to hoId up one end,
I'II crawI underneath,

fix it myseIf,
we'll be off in a jiff.

LittIe smart ass.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Taggart here.

Goddamn it, Jim. This is
a heII of a way to run a raiIroad.

I'm stuck out here in the middle
of frosty ass nowhere.

Now I've got an engagement
in San Francisco

and aII I'm getting from
your peopIe is doubIe-taIk.

And just so you know, your pay-offs
are not gonna buy you out of this one.

- Kip, take it easy now...
- Easy?

Easy for me to throw
you in the grease with Mouch

if I don't make my fund-raiser.
Now get this:

You get on the horn and you
get my ass out of here, pronto.

JAMES: What the hell is happening,
Mitchum?

I never got a call in the middle of the
night when Dagny was running things.

The 22 has a disabIed Iocomotive
just outside the Taggart Tunnel.

Yeah, I know that.
What are you doing to get them moving?

WeII, the station chief won't answer,
and nobody down the Iine

is wiIIing to take responsibiIity.

And I'm certainly not,
I can teII you that.

Don't we have another
Iocomotive that we can use?

I don't have a diesel
within a hundred miles.

But there is an oId coaI-burner
about four miIes out.

Can it pull the train?

It shouId. They use it
for raiI-yard towing but...

...I mean, good Iuck finding a driver.

Do whatever you have to do to get
Kip ChaImers through that tunneI

and off that mountain.

Sir, they say that you can't run a
smoker through an eight miIe passage.

I don't care how you do it.
Just get something done.

If you don't, tomorrow morning,
I'm not gonna have a raiIroad.

And you're not gonna have a job.

I found a retired engineer
that's wiIIing to drive it.

ReaIIy? Thank God somebody
made a decision to do something.

MAN: AII right, come on back.

Keep it coming!

Yep, yep... Come on now!

Come on!

All right, slow it down a little bit.

All right, that's good!

MAN ON P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen,
it is now safe to return to your seats.

Would you please re-board
the train at this time.

I repeat, it is now safe
to return to your seats.

Please re-board the train.
Thank you.

You see?

It pays to know peopIe.

ObviousIy my demands have been met.

We'II get through the tunneI
and it'II be downhiII from there.

To puII.

When you've got it, you've got it.

- (ALL CHEERING)
- (COMPUTER BEEPING)

(ALERT BEEPING)

DAVE: Eastbound Army Freight SpeciaI,
30 miIes out.

The 22 shouId be cIear by the time
they reach the tunneI. Right?

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

You know what?
HoId the Army SpeciaI.

You can't hoId it. That's a government
train. It's better hoId off the 22.

I can't. It's a smoker
on a 1 5 percent grade.

He'II sIide aII the way back
to Kansas if I stop him now.

WeII, there's aIways prayer.

(PASSENGERS GASPING)

- (GLASS SHATTERING)
- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

We'II be out of this
tunneI in no time, I assure you.

- (PASSENGERS COUGHING)
- (ALARM BLARES)

- MAN ON P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen...
- What's happening?

- ...please remain seated.
- KIP: It's aII right, Laura.

- Kip, I'm scared!
- KIP: It's aII right. Just caIm down.

MAN: I can't be caIm,
I need to know what's going on!

KIP: Just caIm... everybody caIm down!
Laura, caIm down!

MAN ON P.A.: Power will be restored
shortly. There is no need for concern.

It's important that you remain seated...

- Laura, come here!
- ...and remain calm.

- Laura!
- (COUGHING)

Laura! Laura get back here!

Laura!

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

- (THUDDING)
- (PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(ALERT BEEPING)

Switch the Army SpeciaI
to the roII out, now!

MAN: You got it!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Oh, my God. (PANTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SCREECHING)

SIug!

How did you know I was here?

(CHUCKLING)

Do you remember... when we
were children in these woods?

When we were expIoring the worId
and everything in it,

and you were aIways asking
"why this" and "how that" and...

- And you'd say, "Let's find out."
- ExactIy.

And now, I've found you.

You never did grow up, did you?

Looks Iike neither of us did.

(QUACKING)

FRANCISCO: Can't teII you how
pIeased I am that you waIked away

from Taggart TranscontinentaI.
Look at you.

I haven't changed.

That's where you're wrong.

You've stopped
pIaying into their hands.

How?

They were counting on you
to keep working.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Ignore it.

There's no future there.

There's no future for the raiIroad.

Why are you here, Francisco?

I thought you'd be off somewhere,

putting the pieces
of your business back together.

Why wouId I? It was aII my doing.

You bIew up your own mines.

(CELL PHONE RINGS AGAIN)

Don't.

What?

We Iost the 22 Transmountain Express
and the whoIe Taggart TunneI.

- CasuaIties?
- Not sure yet.

At least 200 on our side.

The Army SpeciaI, five troop cars,
maybe another 200.

What are they doing about it?

(SCOFFS) Not much.

(SIGHS) Don't Iet James screw up
anything eIse untiI I get there.

Dagny, don't go back.

Hey! I'm trying to save you...

You're not trying
to save a damn thing.

(SIGHS)

MAN ON RADIO:
Recapping our special news bulletin:

In what could be the nation's
worst ever rail disaster,

a Transcontinental train and another,
still unidentified, train

have collided in the world famous
Taggart Tunnel in southern Colorado.

Though there is no official
casualty count,

there are no reports of survivors.

(BEEPING)

Who is John GaIt?

- Eddie.
- JAMES: Dagny, thank God!

I'm gIad you're back from vacation.

You need to take some
responsibiIity around here.

(SIGHS) We need aII of our
best peopIe on this right now.

Start with CentraI Region.
Get me Ryan on the Iine first.

Ryan's a no-show.

- Then get me KnowIand.
- Gone.

- Andrews?
- Gone.

McGuire?

Do we have any of
our quaIity peopIe Ieft?

You're Iooking at 'em.

How Iong untiI they
get that tunneI open?

- I didn't...
- EDDIE: That's aII right.

(EXHALES) We need a go-around, Eddie.

Get me the oId raiI maps.
The ones we used before 1 950.

All right.

OK, the Taggart TunneI
is cIosed for now.

We'II open the oId grade... here.

Uh, we haven't run heavy trains
on those tracks in years.

Put high raiI trucks and hand
crews in front of every train.

Better safe than sorry,
but better moving than not.

Everything with wheeIs roIIs.

I'm going to CoIorado.

If I have to dig open that
tunneI with a soup spoon

we are going to open that route.

Dagny, you need to be here.

You mean you need me to do your job.

WeII... what do we teII the press?

(SCREEN BEEPING)

Mr. Mouch.

Just when I thought there wasn't a
probIem in the worId I didn't have.

Miss Taggart, we're all very
appreciative that you cut short

your temporary leave of absence.

I just want you to know you'll
have the government's full support.

If the government had stayed
out of the way to begin with,

we wouldn't have
hundreds of peopIe dead.

Hmm. It's lamentable.

I understand that you're upset,
it's upsetting to everyone.

Your railroad links this nation
together. The public relies on it.

That's why I'm willing to grant you

Special Government Exceptions
to Directive 1 0-289

in order to bring this crisis
to a speedy resolution.

How about this, Mouch:
I ignore you aItogether,

and you stay out of my way.

I knew we could count
on your full cooperation.

TeII them to hoId the Comet.

Your pIane's being
fueIed as we speak.

HoId the Comet, reserve my car.

I'm the face of
Taggart TranscontinentaI.

I'm taking the train.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(MACHINE HUMMING AND SIZZLING)

(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)

(CRACKLING OUTSIDE)

(LOW HUMMING)

Wow.

HeIIo?

MAN: Are you ready, Mr. DanieIs?

(PHONE BEEPING)

- Are you the onIy one stiII working?
- (LAUGHS) I don't know. CouId be.

- But I've got my job to do.
- Any idea what the probIem is?

Uh... Seems Iike an E-C-U maIfunction.

Any idea how long
it'II take to fix it?

Uh, couId be two hours.
CouId be a few days.

Hey, you're Dagny Taggart.

Depends.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Wow. That's a great, I'd say. Wow.

Gee, you're a Iegend.
This is an honor. Thank you for my job.

I'm... I'm Jeff AIIen. Trackman.
Taggart TranscontinentaI.

Where'd you get the hat,
Jeff AIIen?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, weII.

Those were great days... for a whiIe.

What happened at
Twentieth Century Motor Company?

Who is John GaIt?

I wish I knew who started
that expression.

That, uh, that might've been me.

What?

WeII, me, or somebody eIse
who worked at the plant

back in StarnesviIIe, Wisconsin.
He used to work there.

What happened there?

WeII, Mr. Starnes passed and his heirs
took over. They wasn't worth a Iick.

They had this big pIan about
how they were gonna run the pIace,

and we were aII gonna beIong
to each other, Iike a big famiIy.

And the idea was that everybody
would work to best of his ability,

but be paid according to his needs.

That's when John GaIt stood up
and said he'd have no part of it.

How wouId they know
whose needs came first?

Now that is the rub, isn't it?

Yeah. It feII apart pretty quick.

The best workers had to work harder
and the needy got needier.

Worker turned against worker.

What happened to John GaIt?

You know, nobody knew too
much about him, reaIIy.

I just remember, when he waIked out
he swore that he was gonna...

...he was gonna put an end to
the whoIe thing once and for aII.

He said: "I wiII stop
the motor of the worId."

I mean, what kind of thing is
that to say, reaIIy, but...?

I'II teII you something,
ever since that day,

every time I saw the Iights go out
and some factory cIose...

...I thought about that man.

I thought, maybe that's him...

...doing what he said...

...stopping the motor of the worId.

May I pIease borrow your truck?

What's to borrow? It's your truck.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

(CHUCKLES)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

- Quentin!
- Taggart, hello.

You asked me find the person
who created the motor?

- I think I have the answer.
- Really?

That's great. Actually, I was
just about to call you.

- TeII me you've made progress.
- I did, I really did.

That's not the... thing that...

I guess that's everything.

See, I can't work for you anymore.
I have to resign.

That's fine, Quentin. I respect that.

Let's taIk about this in person,
face to face.

HonestIy, there's nothing you
can say to make me change my mind.

Don't move. Don't do anything.
I'II be there in a few hours.

You'll be too late.

(GROANS)

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)

Excuse me...
I'd Iike to rent that antique.

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry,
it's not for rent.

Is it for saIe?

Everything's for saIe.

Eddie, I'm fIying to Utah.

- Utah?
- Long story.

I'II doubIe back to CoIorado
after I've met with Quentin DanieIs.

Sounds good.

There's a man on the ground here:
Jeff AIIen.

DoubIe his saIary... tripIe it.

Oh, and get him a new truck ASAP.
I stoIe his.

- I'll see you soon, Eddie.
- Done.

Afton tower, this is Whiskey-Papa
Four-Zero-Niner, requesting permission

to Iand.

MAN ON RADIO: Whiskey-Papa,
Four-Zero-Niner, this is Afton tower,

you're clear to land.
Use runway 2-4 right.

Departing aircraft 2-4 left.

Oh, no.

Come on. PuII, baby, puII.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

(ALARM BLARING)

Who is John GaIt?

(GROANS)

(LOUD BEEPING)

(AIRPLANE GROANING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

MAN: Don't move, Miss Taggart.
You're hurt.

You know me?

Of course. For many years.

DAGNY: Who are you?

I am John GaIt.

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