Original subtitles

"From the devastation wrought by the atomic raids of 1965."

"Three great Police states rose to divide the world."

"Oceania, Eurasia .. and Eastasia."

"Atomic weapons were abolished, but not war itself."

"Only by maintaining the strain and tension of continual conflict .."

"Could the ruling parties enforce absolute power."

"London."

"With its bomb-proof ministries, became capital of Airstrip One."

"A province of Oceania."

[ Air-raid siren ]

"Take cover everybody. Take cover everybody."

"A special bulletin from the Ministry Of Peace."

"Eurasian rocket-bombs are approaching London."

"Take cover. Take cover, everybody."

"Take cover immediately. Take cover immediately."

"Eurasian rocket-bombs are now over London."

"Take cover at once."

"Take cover at once."

"Take cover at once."

"Stand by for an important announcement."

"The Ministry Of Peace is happy to report."

"That thanks to the vigilance of our gallant interceptors."

"No Eurasian rocket-bomb was able to reach targets of any importance."

"We continue now with our regular broadcast."

[ Winston Smith voice-over: ] "April 18th 1984."

"Nobody keeps a diary today."

"Because to do so."

"Would be punishable by death."

"I don't care anymore."

"I found this old book by chance."

"And I am going to set down what I dare not say aloud .. to anyone."

"I've seen that girl again."

"I am sure she was following me."

"Perhaps they suspect me already."

[ Tannoy: ] "We interrupt this program for an important bulletin."

"The saboteurs, Lewis and Seagal were caught minutes ago in Victory Square."

"They have already confessed their guilt."

"As he was arrested, Lewis was heard to shout in a loud voice:"

"Long live Big Brother!"

[ Door knocks ]

Up with your hands!

You are a traitor! You are a thought-criminal.

You're a Eurasian spy.

I'll shoot you. I'll vaporize you.

I'll send you to the uranium mines.

Quieter now, Selina. Quieter.

You can't blame her for being exited you know. It is her evening with the Spies.

Traitor! Thought-criminal!

I thought we could take her here and go and have a drink.

Why have you got this desk so far away from the telescreen?

It ought to be over there.

There is something in what she says, you know.

She doesn't miss a thing.

I'll have to report you. ─ Nonsense, Selina. Nonsense.

Winston has nothing to hide.

Have you, Winston?

Ready then?

Yes, I'm ready.

"6748. Smith W."

"Regulation 6040."

"Outer Party members will always wear identification badges in public places."

"And Smith."

"Don't forget again."

Alright, I'm ready.

I'll order some gin. ─ Right.

Not here.

Over there.

Didn't you recognize them? ─ No.

Jones and Rutherford.

I thought they had been liquidated. ─ They ought to have been.

Evil traitors. ─ I remember their trial.

They confessed to being in Eurasia during Hate Week last year.

That's why the war went badly for two months afterwards.

They were able to disclose a lot of secret information.

What are they doing at liberty?

BB granted them a pardon.

Don't you remember?

He freed 25 prisoners in honour of the Mediterranean victory.

Only BB could make a gesture like that.

I imagine they spent some time at the Ministry Of Love.

Oh yes. That's why they're here.

They're cured.

Better not show that we're interested.

Two gins.

Good.

Thank you.

Maybe we shouldn't have stopped here.

I get pretty uneasy when I'm near people who aren't ..

"Healthy" if you know what I mean.

Oh well.

Long live BB.

Long live BB.

Anything wrong? ─ No.

Coffee, please.

You looked at that girl as though you were scared.

I ..

I dislike her.

Then you know her?

Yes, she works in the Ministry Of Truth. In the fiction department there.

They turn out books for the people.

But you've never spoken to her.

No. She watches me.

That needn't bother you.

I mean, even if she's a member of the Thought Police.

You've got nothing to worry about.

That's right.

"Here is an important bulletin from the Ministry Of Love."

"Tonight Big Brother ordered the re-arrest."

"Of the arch-traitors Jones .. and Rutherford."

Once a traitor, always a traitor.

Would you like another gin? ─ No thank you.

What's the matter?

Don't you feel well?

I have a headache. I think I'll skip the community centre tonight.

"This week, the number of entrants in the Big Brother victory lottery."

"Exceeded all previous records."

"And after deducting the usual percentage for the bombed areas."

"The proceeds to be distributed as prizes."

"Are the greatest since the inception of this lottery."

"Here are the results. They were drawn by the hand of Big Brother himself."

"From the millions of numbers."

"The first prize, higher than ever before, goes to .."

"6-3-4-9-2-1."

"Second prize, also larger than any previous week's draw."

"Goes to number 2-1-3-4-6-2-9-4."

Good evening. ─ Good evening.

Remember me?

You're the gentleman that bought that old diary.

Yes.

I .. uh ..

I was just passing by. I looked in.

I ..

I wondered if you might have anything else in which I'd be interested.

Do you mind if I look around? ─ Not at all.

What is this?

Oh, that's coral that is.

Yes. Probably came from the Indian Ocean.

Look.

They used to embed it in glass like that.

Oh, it must be a hundred years old, or more.

It's a beautiful thing.

Yes, it is a beautiful thing.

Not beauty as we understand it today of course. It serves no useful purpose.

But then ..

I'm an old man.

How much is it?

I can let you have it for ..

Fifteen shillings?

Have you change? ─ Yes.

Thank you.

Oh .. there is another room upstairs.

There is not much in it. Just a few pieces.

Perhaps you would you care to see it?

Yes, I'd like to.

I'll lead the way.

We lived here until my wife died.

I'm selling off the furniture little by little.

There is no telescreen here.

Of course not.

It's a People's Area.

I know. But it seems strange.

That's an interesting picture.

It was a church.

Do you know that word?

Yes, there were two churches when I was a child.

You must have been a grown man before I was born.

You can remember what it was like in the days before the revolution.

Yes.

You can remember the oppression and the injustice and poverty back in the 50s.

Vaguely.

I'm keeping your from your other customers.

Yes.

Well.

You have a look around.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I saw some things in the window and wanted to have a closer look.

Anything in particular?

No.

You seem to have some interesting things.

I doubt if I have anything of interest to a young lady like yourself.

I see .. do you have many customers?

Alas, no. The antique business is just about finished.

Do many outer party members come here? ─ Why should they come?

Ah, there you are.

Your change.

Thank you.

Your paperweight.

Who are you?

6748. Smith. W.

Where do you work? ─ In the Ministry Of Truth.

Which department? ─ The records department.

What is your business in the People's Area?

I had a headache. I thought if I got a little air.

When did you leave work? ─ 18:00 hours.

It is now 22:00. Report tomorrow morning at 08:00 hours to Administration.

"6748. Smith. W."

You took a rather long walk, last night.

Yes.

Did it help your headache?

I don't have one this morning.

Perhaps you've been working too hard. ─ I don't think so.

Do you find your work at the records department too exacting?

No.

What do you do, Smith?

I revise history.

That's an unfortunate way of putting it.

What you actually do is rectify speeches and wrongly reported incidents, isn't it?

Yes.

It shows the need to have Newspeak as the official language as soon as possible.

When the new dictionary is issued.

There will be less danger of calling things by their wrong names.

Did you visit any of the shops in the People's Area last night?

No.

Did you speak to anyone? ─ No.

Did you see any other member of the Outer Party on your walk?

No.

You know the party disapproves of its members mixing with the people?

Yes.

Do you consider that unreasonable?

No.

6748. You are a member of the privileged class.

Expected to accept restrictions as well as privileges.

I hoped we might be able to deal with this matter here, in your own ministry.

Your explanations are inadequate.

This report will be forwarded to the Ministry Of Love for further action.

I think we can deal with it here.

You are warned to pay strict attention tot the regulations in the future.

You can return to your department.

"6748. Smith. W."

"Reference Big Brother's order. Gazette, November 12th 1983."

"Since the Eurasia offensive HAS opened in South India."

"It is impossible that Big Brother predicted this front would stay quiet."

"Rewrite entire speech."

"To show that through our magnificent espionage system .."

"Big Brother had prior knowledge of ALL the enemy's plans."

Back Number's Gazette. November 12th 1983.

"Syme 6127. S."

"The following men have been found guilty of treason and no longer exist."

"Donald Zarlinger, Gordon Prentice, Alan Truel."

"Delete all references to them from the Gazettes of January 2nd, 8th and 26th."

"Back numbers Gazette."

"January 2nd, 8th and 26th."

What have you got there, Smith?

This photograph was between the pages of the Gazette.

What photograph?

Jones and Rutherford.

They confessed to aiding The Underground and being in Eurasia during Hate Week.

But here it says .. ─ What are you talking about, Smith?

I don't see any photograph.

No photograph of the traitors Jones and Rutherford exists. Does it?

No.

The system is not perfect.

Sometimes there are errors.

"Attention, comrades. Take your places for the two-minutes hate."

"Brothers. We are at war with the people of Eurasia."

"The vile and ruthless aggressors who have committed countless atrocities."

"Who are guilty of every bestial crime a human being can commit."

"They have destroyed our factories, looted our homes .."

"Massacred our children and raped our women."

"They have tortured and killed the wounded and prisoners."

"Contriving lingering, horrible deaths for those who fall into their hands."

"While our gallant forces are engaged in a life and death struggle."

"We face on the home front an enemy who is FAR more dangerous."

"One of our own people."

"The arch-traitor, Kalador."

"This is the man. The leader of The Underground."

"Who betrayed our glorious revolution and would betray Big Brother."

"The man who's agents sabotaged our glorious 9-year plan."

"Who retards our progress and turns our military secrets to the enemy."

Hang him! Hang the criminal.

"He is trying to tell you that Big Brother has betrayed you."

"That you are fighting a war against Eurasia that you can never hope to win."

"He says the Eurasians are good, kind people."

"They do not want war."

"They want peace."

War .. war .. war!

"And he begs you to make peace with your brothers in Eurasia."

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!

Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother.

Big Brother. ─ Big Brother.

Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother. Big Brother.

The marriage committee gave us permission to marry.

Who did they choose for you? ─ Comrade Brandon.

The Victory Orations department.

Oh.

Of course politically, he's perfect.

If our medical grades match they'll arrange a meeting next week.

Oh, Smith .. there is a seat here.

Smith.

You haven't given me your contributions. ─ Which one is that?

For Hate Week. ─ Oh, just a minute.

We're making an all-out effort.

We're going to put on a tremendous show.

Now, who else hasn't paid. Oh, Syme here.

Already, we've broken down the family as a unit.

And made it an extension of the Thought Police.

The Spies train children to put loyalty to the party first.

Without any consideration for their parents.

What time to you finish work?

Eighteen-thirty.

Our next step.

The complete abolition of the conception of love between man and woman.

Where shall we meet?

Victory Square. The monument.

What time?

19:00 hours.

100 years from now, the sex impulse will be only a symbol of duty for the party.

In a few seconds, Eurasian prisoners will be passing through Victory Square.

These are the evil men.

Whose ruthless lust for power threatens to destroy the civilized world.

These men preferred war.

But already they are beginning to learn the mistake they have made.

As the encounter the might of Oceania.

Our glorious army.

Is sweeping back the invading hordes of Eurasians.

The figures of prisoners taken, is the biggest since the war began.

Raise your voices comrades.

To let them hear the voice of Oceania!

There they are!

It's the prisoners. ─ Down with the prisoners.

Kill them .. kill them!

Can you hear me?

Sunday afternoon.

Go to the south meadow from Central Station.

Cross the bridge. Follow the river for half a mile and get to a fallen tree.

Wait for me in the glade.

I'll get there by another way.

Can you remember that?

Move away from me now.

Kill the Eurasians!

Kill the Eurasians!

Hello.

We're alright. There's no microphones here.

It takes a little while to realize you're not being overheard.

Or watched.

We can look at each other now and not be afraid.

We can say whatever we like to each other.

We can even touch each other.

If we want to.

You know, I don't even know your name.

It's Julia.

And yours is Winston. ─ How do you know that?

When I want to find something out, I have ways.

It took me ages to get that message to you.

I thought you were spying on me when you came into that shop.

You said I was a good party member.

Pure in word and deed. Ha.

That's why I was afraid of you.

Do you know I hated you and I wanted to kill you.

That's what Big Brother has done to us all.

He's made us hate and fear each other.

How did you know I wasn't a good party member?

Something in your face.

Somehow I knew you'd be against them.

It will be safe here once or twice again.

Then we'll have to go somewhere else.

And eventually, they'll find us out.

I won't let you take that risk for me.

I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for myself.

If you keep the big rules.

It's safe to break the little ones.

You've been here before, haven't you.

Yes.

Does that shock you?

They are afraid of love.

Because love makes a world they can't control.

And it's a world worth taking risks for, isn't it.

Yes.

Yes.

"It's more than two weeks since we have been able to meet."

"Except for a few moments in a crowd or near a telescreen."

"There must be a message in the usual place tonight."

Thought criminal!

Hello Selina. I didn't hear you coming. ─ You weren't meant to.

We are trained to be spies and to follow people silently.

Why were you following me?

We are told to follow anyone who behaves suspiciously.

What was suspicious about my behaviour?

It is suspicious coming here.

I was working in my room on an article for Newspeak.

A page flew out the window. I saw it flutter down here so I came to find it.

I saw you pick up something.

I dropped my cigarettes, that's all.

It's dark now. I'll have to look on my way to work tomorrow.

Are you coming, Selina?

Are you coming, Selina?

Yes, I am coming.

"It is now 22:30 hours."

"Power must be conserved for our victory efforts."

"All lights will be extinguished."

"Goodnight, comrades."

"Tomorrow, your work for the party must be better than today's."

"Remember, even in your sleep."

"Big Brother is watching you."

"Big Brother is watching you."

How long did I sleep?

I don't know. I was dozing myself.

We ought to be leaving soon.

I wonder if we dare come here again.

I think we're safe for another Sunday.

Then what do we do?

Go on seeing each other every day without being able to speak.

Passing on the streets and pretending not to recognize each other.

I know.

If only there was somewhere where we needn't be afraid all the time.

Where we could be together longer.

Julia.

There is somewhere.

That old shop.

There is a room above it where no-one lives.

There is no telescreen.

I believe I could rent that room.

The old man in the shop would have to know.

Any time he wanted, he could report us.

I don't think he would. I've talked with him. His only interest is his antiques.

Renting the room will give him money, so he won't have to sell all his treasures.

You saw him yourself.

Sooner or later, we'll have to trust someone.

I'm going to do it.

[ Siren ]

Somehow they must have found out.

We shouldn't have stayed so long.

It's no use. It's too late.

Go on up there. Quickly, go on.

[ Bells ringing ]

"The room over the junk shop has become a world of our own."

"Where for a time .. we can forget Big Brother."

"Another Sunday tomorrow."

"She said she would be there."

The young lady was very nice about it, but ..

I think you will find it more comfortable now.

Since you were both last here, I've managed to get you some pots and pans.

And I took some of my old stuff downstairs.

Oh, and everything in the kitchen works now.

I'm afraid it might not be as peaceful as you might like.

I like it. I don't hear much singing where I live.

Oh, we do in this district.

Popular songs, of course. The Party keeps us well supplied with those.

Oh, this is perhaps the young lady now.

Yes.

Good afternoon. ─ Hello.

Oh, well. I'll be leaving you now.

Should you require anything, I'm just below.

You're late. What happened to you? ─ The Anti-Sex League went on for ever.

I thought those silly women would never stop talking.

And I had to pick up some things. ─ I was afraid something might ..

Keep you from getting here.

You worry too much.

Look what I have.

Coffee. Real coffee.

Real sugar. ─ How did you manage it?

It's all Inner Party stuff. They have everything.

Yes, but where did you get it? ─ A friend.

A friend?

A girlfriend.

What else do you have in there? ─ Nothing. I'll make some coffee.

[ Lady singing ]

[ Lady singing ]

Julia.

Do you hear that woman singing?

I like that.

I believe it's people like her.

Who will one day overthrow Big Brother and all he stands for.

Julia. ─ Just a minute.

It's beautiful .. you are beautiful.

Look at you .. look at you.

If only some of those bloodless females could see you now.

See what a woman can really look like.

What is it? ─ A rat .. a rat!

It's gone now.

I've never seen you like this.

The one thing I really hate.

The one thing I'm really afraid of. ─ Why?

When I was a child.

Where I lived, there were swarms of them.

One day my .. my sister.

Forgive me.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I'll make some coffee.

Will you help me?

Yes.

Would you fill this with water.

I'm sorry.

Put the sugar in the bowl.

If only you didn't have to wear these again.

I wish you could stay always as you are now.

That would be worth fighting for.

There must be something we can do about it.

If only I knew someone in The Underground.

People who have anything to do with The Underground don't live long.

There is a man at the Ministry Of Truth called O'Connor.

But he's a member of the Inner Party. ─ I think he's against them too.

Sooner or later, you've got trust someone. You said so yourself.

But I didn't mean someone in the Inner Party.

Someone who could have you vaporized by lifting his little finger.

I don't know. I think I could trust O'Connor.

The only people we can trust are ourselves.

Do you remember Jones and Rutherford?

They were accused of being in Eurasia during Hate-Week last year.

Well, they weren't!

They were right here being honoured by Big Brother.

Some weeks ago, I found a newspaper photograph. O'Connor saw me with it.

And he didn't report you? ─ If he had, I wouldn't be here.

It was a little scrap of evidence out of the past that they'd forgot to destroy.

And I had it right in my hands.

Darling, you can't fight them alone.

If there is an underground.

If it isn't another of their inventions to keep people hysterical.

I want to be part of it.

One of these days, I'm going to let O'Connor know how I feel.

Now, please!

Don't worry. I won't do anything stupid.

I'll wait until he gives me some sort of signal.

Something that .. lets me know.

"The Ministry Of Love issued new details today."

"Of the full list of crimes confessed by the traitors Jones and Rutherford."

"These atrocious acts of treachery."

"Includes the embezzlement of Party funds."

"The murder of many trusted Party members."

"Immoral relations with women of the Party."

"And collaboration with the leader of the Underground."

"The arch-traitor - Kalador."

"6748. Smith. W."

Yes?

"What is in the briefcase?"

I brought some work home with me.

I was about to write an article of the glamour of Newspeak.

"Bring it to the screen and open it."

These are notes for the article.

"All members of the records department must report for duty in an hour's time."

"Meanwhile, carry on with your work."

"All organizations taking part in the Hate-Week demonstrations."

"Are preparing their programs with unprecedented enthusiasm."

"Never before in the history of Oceania."

"Have we been given so much cause .."

"For a show of concentrated victories against the enemy."

"We continue now with our regular broadcast."

The exclusive employment of words sanctioned by the party.

To reduce the possibility of confusion and doublethink.

Work is now progressing on the latest edition of the Newspeak dictionary.

Which will replace all previous editions.

You seem to take a scholarly interest in the new dictionary, Smith.

Oh .. hardly scholarly.

Have you seen any of the material we are using?

No. Syme told me about it.

Syme? ─ Yes, he works over there.

Syme lo longer exists.

The work has to be carried on of course.

It seems to me you are more equipped to do it than anyone else.

I'd like you to look at that new material.

Perhaps you can pick it up at my apartment.

I'll give you the address.

I'm usually in after 19:00 hours.

Come along as soon as you can.

I have reason to believe that you can be of great value to us.

But I tell you, it's the same handwriting.

You mean he gave you his address and said he wants to see you at his home?

Things like that don't happen. It would be too dangerous.

He made some sort of excuse about the new dictionary.

You know if you're wrong, it will be the end of all this.

Once they get hold of us ..

There's nothing, absolutely nothing that either one of us can do for the other.

They can make us confess anything.

But they can't make us believe it.

They can't get inside of us.

Who knows what they can do? ─ Julia.

I'm convinced O'Connor is a member of The Underground.

He's our one hope. I'm going through with this.

I have to.

But there is no need for you.

Whatever you're going to do.

I'm coming with you.

"Here is the news tonight."

"The production figures for this year."

"Already exceed those for corresponding dates for 1983 by over twelve percent."

Alright Martin. You can bring them in now.

"In certain categories, this increase is even greater."

This way please.

"Hardware goods such as kitchen utensils."

"Are seventeen and a half percent higher than last year."

"Shoes show a staggering increase of twenty-one percent."

"Shoelaces however, show only an increase of five percent."

"It is confidently predicted that this increased production .."

Come in.

"The Ministry of Plenty is confident."

"That 1984 will demonstrate the complete success."

"Of Big Brother's nine-year plan."

You can turn it off?

A few members of the Inner Party have that privilege.

Well.

Is that really off?

We've come here because ..

Because ..

Because you both believe there's a conspiracy.

Some kind of organization working against Big Brother.

Yes. We believe that you're involved in it.

We want to join it and work for it.

That's alright.

Martin is one of us.

Alright, Martin. Bring the drinks over here.

We might as well sit and talk in comfort.

I think it is fitting we should begin by drinking a toast.

This wine. I'm afraid not much of it reaches the Outer Party.

What shall we drink to?

The triumph of Kalador?

The confusion of the Thought Police?

Down with Big Brother.

Down with Big Brother.

You can go now, Martin.

But before you go, take a good look at these two comrade's faces.

You'll be seeing them again.

In general terms, what are you prepared to do?

You are of course prepared to give your lives?

Yes.

You are prepared to commit murder?

Yes.

Betray your country to a foreign power?

Yes.

And prepared to separate and never see one another anymore?

No!

No.

You did well to tell me.

Of course you realize that you will be fighting in the dark.

You will have nothing to sustain you except the idea.

And when you are caught, you will get no help.

I will send you a book which will teach you the nature of the society we live in.

And the strategy we shall use to destroy it.

But you get no information about your own organization.

When you receive orders they will have come from me.

I assume that you have some kind of hiding place?

Yes, a room over a junk shop. We go there Sundays when we can.

That briefcase, do you always carry it?

As a rule, yes.

Every day during Hate-Week, carry it empty.

Now I'm afraid it's time for you to go.

Even we are not allowed to turn that off as long as we would want.

I used to be afraid there was no Underground.

Perhaps The Party invented us.

Oh, and Smith.

If I were you, I would destroy that diary.

Now then comrades. Big Brother is always merciful.

He stands ever ready to welcome back to his love and protection.

Those who have seen the error of their ways.

Only one sin, one sin is unforgivable.

The sin of treason!

Tonight. Tonight, the traitors Rutherford and Jones.

Will speak to you themselves.

Before they are taken away, to the deaths they so richly deserve.

Let these two men ..

Who have really come to see the error of their ways.

Tell you for themselves.

The grave crimes they have committed.

In thoughts, words and deeds.

Hear them for yourselves.

I am here tonight to tell you of the grave crimes ..

Which I have committed in thoughts, words and deeds.

For which I am now truly penitent.

I betrayed my country to our enemy the Eurasians.

I conspired with the arch-traitor, Kalador.

Excuse me, comrade. I think you've taken the wrong briefcase.

I conspired with the arch-traitor Kalador to overthrow Big Brother.

Darling.

I've got it. Kalador's book.

Somebody stopped me in the square and gave me his briefcase.

Look how like my own it is. It shows you how well organized The Underground is.

Now listen.

Not just now, darling.

There may not be another chance for weeks.

There is a rush at the records office. You know how it is during Hate-Week.

The papers are full of mistakes and we've got to put them right. Now listen.

Kalador says .. the aim of the ruling class is to stay where it is.

The aim of the middle class is to overthrow the ruling class.

And the aim of the lower class.

Is to create a society in which all classes are equal.

Big Brother has so organized the Inner Party.

That there is no danger of the ruling class being deposed.

Darling .. aren't you listening?

I'd have liked to have had a child.

I know.

And that's why this is so important.

But it's just words.

No, Julia. This can make everything we want possible.

Don't you want to understand what we're fighting for?

I found that out already. You are in this room.

We've got to fight to keep this happiness.

I know.

But it won't be Kalador's book or any underground that will defeat them.

What, then?

Don't you see?

There must be others in love like us.

Who will rebel.

They can't stop that.

That's the real hope for the future.

I wonder if it could happen in our lifetime.

Maybe.

But the important thing is that there is ..

Hope for the world.

All I know is.

When we are together it's wonderful to be alive.

"You are the dead!"

"You are the dead."

The mirror!

It must be a telescreen. ─ It can't be.

They are all around the house.

Don't resist.

"Stand in the middle of the room."

"Stand back to back."

"Don't touch each other."

"Put your hands over your heads."

I think I warned you it wouldn't be as peaceful here as you could like.

Nothing is ever hidden from the Thought Police.

Take them away.

"6748. Smith. Uncover your face."

[ O'Connor's voice: ] "Are you prepared to commit murder?"

"Yes."

"Betray your country to a foreign power?"

"Yes."

"And prepared to separate and never see one another anymore?"

"No!"

Julia! ─ "Silence!"

Julia! ─ "Silence, Smith!"

When a woman is arrested, what happens to her?

Where do they take the women?

Parsons.

They won't hang me, will they?

They know my record.

Why have they arrested you?

There I was.

Trying to do my bit.

And never knowing I had any ..

Bad stuff in my mind, of course.

Do you know what they heard me say?

"Down with Big Brother."

I said that in my sleep.

I said it over and over again, it seems.

I'm glad they got me before it went any further.

Do you know what I'm going to say when I go up before the tribunal?

"Thank you."

I'm going to say .. "thank you".

"For saving me before it's too late."

Who denounced you?

My little girl.

She heard what I was saying.

I don't bear her any grudge for it.

It shows I ..

Brought her up in the right spirit, anyway.

Room 101.

No.

I've told you everything.

What else do you want to know?

There is nothing I won't confess to.

Nothing.

Nothing! ─ Right.

What is Room 101?

They wouldn't hang me, would they?

For going off the track just once?

What is Room 101?

O'Connor.

Take his badge.

Don't be in too much of a hurry to find out about Room 101.

You'll find out in good time.

What have you done with Julia?

She betrayed you, Winston.

You tortured her.

I've watched over you for a long time.

Now, I'm going to help you.

First there are preliminaries to be gone through.

But after that you will be brought to me and .. we will talk.

So the time has come, Winston.

Do you know where you are, Winston?

The Ministry Of Love.

Right.

Do you know how long you've been here?

Days.

Weeks?

Months. It must be months.

Do you know why we bring people to this place?

Yes.

To make them confess.

You don't really believe that?

No. I suppose I don't.

You punish them.

No.

We bring them here to cure them.

To make them sane.

Nobody that we bring here ever leaves our hands un-cured.

Why don't you kill me?

The first thing you must understand about this place, Winston.

Is that there are no martyrdoms.

You remember the religious persecutions of the past?

They were failures.

They set out to eradicate heresies, and they ended by perpetuating them.

We do not make that mistake. We make them tell the truth.

Why bother with me?

You .. are a flaw in the pattern, Winston.

You are a stain which has to be wiped out.

When finally you confess to us.

It must be of your own free will.

We do not destroy the heretic, we convert him.

We capture his inner mind.

We reshape him. We burn all evil out of him.

We bring him over to our side not merely in appearance, but genuinely.

The heart and soul.

We make him one of ourselves.

No-one whom we bring to this place ever stands out against us.

We will lead you, step by step.

To the point at which there is no return.

Never again will you be capable of love or friendship.

Or joy of life, or laughter or courage or curiosity or integrity.

You will be hollow.

We will squeeze you empty and then we will fill you with .. ourselves.

With love of Big Brother.

Now, before we begin your cure are there any questions you would like to ask?

Where is Julia?

She is alive. Next question.

Does Kalador exist?

Does the Underground .. exist?

That Winston, you will never know.

But that question Winston, proves that you are mentally deranged.

You have a defective memory.

You are unable to remember real events.

And you persuade yourself that you remember events that never happened.

For example.

Do you remember receiving a book supposedly written by Kalador?

Yes.

Somebody gave it to me in Victory Square.

Are you quite sure that the book ever existed?

I want the truth, Winston.

Tell me what you think you remember.

I had the book.

Take him away.

Let us take another delusion of yours.

You believe you had in your hands a photo of the traitors Jones and Rutherford.

I did have it.

You believe it was documentary evidence proving their confessions were forged?

I remember telling you that the photograph did not exist.

It did exist.

It does exist.

It is in my memory.

I remember it. You remember it.

I do not remember it.

There is a Party directive dealing with the control of the past.

Repeat it to me.

Who controls the past ..

Controls the future.

Controls the present.

Controls the past.

And where do you suppose this "past" exists?

In records.

The Party controls all records.

In human memory.

The Party controls all human memories.

How can you control the memory?

You haven't controlled mine.

On the contrary.

You haven't controlled it.

That is why you are here.

You've been lacking in humility.

In self-discipline.

You must make an effort of the will, Winston.

And rehabilitate your mind.

Then you will be sane.

But first you must be humble.

Do you remember writing in that diary of yours ..

That freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four?

How many fingers am I holding out?

Four.

And if the State says not four, but five ..

How many?

Four.

Take him.

Now, how many fingers?

Four.

Four.

What else can I say? Four.

Point two zero. ─ "Point two zero."

"One."

"Two."

"Out."

How many fingers, Winston?

Four.

Four.

Point three zero. ─ "Point three zero."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Five .. five.

Four .. five.

Anything you like .. only stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it!

That's no use, Winston.

You're lying.

You still think there are four.

How can I help saying what's in front of my eyes?

Two and two are four.

Sometimes. We've had all that out before.

Sometimes they are four. Sometimes, if the State says so, they are five.

How many fingers?

I'm trying to see five.

Which do you want? To persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?

Really to see them.

Point six zero. ─ "Point six zero."

"One .. two .. three .. four .. five .."

Again. How many fingers?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Four? Five? Six?

In all honesty, I don't know.

Better.

Now Winston, without any persuasion.

There are five fingers there.

Do you see five fingers?

Yes.

Look at me.

Did you ever read a book by Kalador?

No.

No such book ever existed, did it?

No.

You see how the mind can be controlled.

Washed clean.

Even the traitors Jones and Rutherford, in whose innocence you once believed.

In the end, we broke them down.

When we had finished with them, there was nothing left in them except ..

Sorrow for what they had done.

And love for Big Brother.

Stand up.

Come over here.

That's enough.

It's a long time since you've seen yourself, Winston.

Look.

What ..?

What have you done to me?

Can you think of a single degradation that has not happened to you?

No.

[ O'Connor's voice: ] "Are you prepared to separate and never see on another anymore?"

[ Julia's voice: ] "No!"

Julia.

Julia!

I have not betrayed Julia.

I have not betrayed Julia.

No. No, that is perfectly true.

You have not betrayed Julia.

Come with me, Winston.

Winston.

You were once curious about Room 101.

It is not one room, but many.

This one, for instance.

You are going to find out what lies beyond that door, Winston.

But to whet your curiosity, I will give you a hint.

Room 101.

Is the worst thing in the world.

Of course, that varies from individual to individual.

It may be .. burial alive .. or ..

Death by drowning .. or by fire.

Or by impalement.

Of fifty other deaths.

Which death do you fear most in all the world, Winston?

You needn't answer.

You've already told me.

"A rat."

"A rat!"

"It's gone now."

"I've never seen you like this."

"It's the one thing I really hate."

"It's one thing I'm really afraid of." ─ "Why?"

"When I was a child."

"Where I lived there were swarms of them."

"One day, my .. my sister."

Will you lead the way, Winston?

Not to me .. not to me!

Do it to Julia, not to me!

I don't care what you do to her!

Let them have her! Not to me!

To Julia!

Not to me ..

Now Winston, you are wholly ours.

You have been washed clean.

You will be released tomorrow.

"Attention."

"A later bulletin has just been issued by the Ministry Of Peace."

"The southward advance of the Eurasian army on the African front .."

"Is still continuing."

"It is feared that unless a counter attack is launched immediately."

"The whole of central Africa may fall to the invading hordes."

"A defeat in this area may well threaten the very heart of Oceania itself."

"In this grave crisis."

"The Ministry Of Truth will continue to issue frequent bulletins."

Julia.

I betrayed you.

I betrayed you.

They threaten you with something.

Something you can't bear to think about.

You find yourself saying ..

"Don't do it to me".

"Do it to someone else".

Later, you tell yourself.

You just said it to make them stop.

But it's not true.

At the time when it .. happens.

You mean it.

All you care about is yourself.

All you care about is yourself.

And then you don't feel the same way about the other person any longer.

No.

You don't feel the same any longer.

I never thought that could happen. ─ Shush.

"Attention, everybody. Attention!"

"Here is the latest bulletin that's just been received from the front in Africa."

"News has just been received."

"That a vast manoeuvre planned by Big Brother."

"And involving perfect coördination with the land-sea forces of Oceania."

"Has resulted in the utter rout of the Eurasian army in Africa."

"The enemy is completely demoralized."

"And fleeing before our victorious troops."

"Long .. live .. Big Brother!"

Truly.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother.

Long live Big Brother. Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother. Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long lîve Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Big Brother!

Big Brother .. Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother!

Long live Big Brother! Long live Big Brother ..

"This then, is a story of the future."

"It çould be the story of our children."

"If we fail to preserve their heritage of freedom."

T-G