Original subtitles

This is one man's alarmed vision of the future.

A future which he felt might with such dangerous ease

be brought about.

Atomic war, famine,

revolution, the collapse of a civilisation.

And then, in its place,

the formation of a new way of existence.

This, in 1984, is London.

Chief city of air strip 1,

a province of the state of Oceania.

KZ-6090 Smith W.

Face the telescreen.

You have been at the window of bay 2 of the records department

for over 80 seconds.

What did you do in there?

I came for a replacement valve for my speak-write.

- Your speak-write, ceased to function? - Yes, just now.

You should have notified the fault.

Only a moment's work. I found the right type of valve.

Put it back.

You know it would have been brought to your work cubicle on request.

This irregularity has been recorded.

Return to your cubicle, Smith.

KZ-6090 Smith W.

The repair to your writer will be executed immediately.

Correction required as follows: The Times of the 17th of March 1984.

Copy sent herewith contains report of speech by Big Brother.

He is alleged to have predicted that Eurasian forces

would launch attack in North Africa.

Please, rectify in accordance with facts.

Good evening.

- Your technical fault has been put right? - Yes, I am able to go on now.

"In his broadcast speech last night Big Brother referred in confident terms

of the probability of a full scale Eurasian offensive early next month.

There's now no possible doubt, he said, that it will take place in North Africa.

Other fronts are expected to remain quiet".

- Extraordinary error! - The speech was evidently misreported.

Grossly misreported. Since the offensive in fact came in India.

- South India, three days ago. - Exactly.

Such a careless report

must not exist.

Routine correction to Times of 17th March 1984.

Where shown, quote,

In his broadcast speech last night, Big Brother referred in confident terms

to the probability of a large scale Eurasian offensive early next month.

There is no possible doubt, he said, it will be launched in South India.

Other parts are expected to remain quiet". Reprint entire deck number and file.

Stand by.

Everyone complete what you are now doing and stand by.

There are 45 seconds to go before the Two Minutes Hate.

Correction required as follows: The Times of 19th December, 1983

contains report of statement by the Ministry of Plenty.

The first here quote categorical threat, unquote

of no reduction in chocolate ration during 1984.

Please, rectify.

Routine correction to Times of 19th December 1983:

Where shown: Quote. A spokesman from the Ministry of Plenty stated last night

that it would be necessary to reduce the chocolate ration

to 20 grams in April. Unquote.

Reprint entire deck number.

Final warning.

Stand by, comrades, for the Two Minutes Hate.

This is the face of our enemy. Look at him.

The Eurasian butcher, the rebel of atrocities, a world criminal.

This is the enemy our brave soldiers are fighting

in the jungles and the deserts of the polar snow.

This is the enemy against whom our brave sailors

man their floating fortresses.

This is the enemy we can see.

But worse than he is the enemy within, the enemy of the people,

Emmanuel Goldstein.

Traitor to the party, twice conspirator, leader of the invisible brotherhood,

director of spies and saboteur, this is he.

For Goldstein we can feel only one thing.

Hate for Goldstein because he would stab us in the back.

Because from his hiding place he helps and directs our Eurasian enemies.

Now in this film

which has fallen into the hands of the Party

hear the voice of the traitor himself.

The revolution has been betrayed!

- Traitor! - Call to death!

Hate!

I was one of the leaders of the revolution.

So who should know better the ideals for which we fought.

Traitor!

Here, in enforced and undeserved exile.

I weep to hear of the ruin of all our plans.

Go on, weep then!

Liar!

Where today is the freedom that was promised to Oceania.

There is no freedom of speech, no freedom of thought,

no freedom of assembly, no freedom of the press!

Freedom is slavery! Freedom is slavery!

Freedom is slavery!

What has remained of the ideal of peace?

Universal peace, peace with our neighbours,

peace to till the soil, peace!

War is peace! War is peace!

War is peace!

The whole of Oceania

is plunged in ignorance.

Universal and abysmal ignorance.

Ignorance even of the most elementary principles of democracy.

Ignorance is strength! Ignorance is strength!

Ignorance is strength!

The dictatorship of the party

must be overthrown!

I call upon the people to destroy

the tyrant who calls himself Big Brother!

Down with them! Down with the enemies of the party!

Kill him! Smash him! Torture him!

Tear him to pieces!

Down with Goldstein!

I hate him! I hate him!

I hate him!

[I hate Big Brother.]

Down with Goldstein!

Down with Goldstein!

Remember what I say. I am speaking the truth.

I call upon the people to follow me!

Follow me!

Follow me or die!

- Big Brother! - Watch over us.

You save us! You help us!

- Our protector! - Big Brother!

B. B.! B. B.! B. B.!

Syme…

Smith.

- What is it? - Are you going to the canteen?

- Of course. - Look, I'll join you if you don't mind.

Now, please. Come along, men.

Them is stew with salt, them is stew without.

Now, now, come on, please!

Them is stew with salt, them is stew without.

By the way, Smith,

I suppose you haven't got any razor blades.

Not one. I tried all over the place.

They - they don't exist any longer.

Sometimes people have a few hoarded away.

I've been using the same blade for weeks.

Now, men.

- Come on, men. - Which…?

Them's stew with salt, them's stew without.

Any gin, there?

Give me one.

It's 25 cents all together.

There's a free table under the telescreen.

Sit, I'll join you.

Now, men. Come on there!

Them's stew with salt, them's stew without.

You looked in need of that.

The Two Minutes Hate can be quite exhausting.

Did you go to see the prisoners hanged yesterday?

No, I was working. The telescreens are bound to show it soon.

Very inadequate substitute.

- How is the stew today? - It's all right.

It's… it's very good.

You're hard at work on the dictionary, I suppose.

Yes. I've reached the adjectives at last.

It's fascinating working in the research department.

We are in constant touch with our colleagues in New York,

getting the language into its final shape.

Newspeak.

I can see we'll have a busy time if it becomes compulsory

learning all the new words your department has invented for us.

We are not only inventing words, we are destroying them. Scores of them.

Thousands every day. And it's beautiful.

- Beautiful? - The simplicity of it, of course.

For one example, let's take the word "good".

Once you have that, what need for the word "bad"?

"ungood" does just well.

Then instead of a string of vague extra words like "excellent"

or "splendid", you have "plusgood", or stronger still,

"doubleplusgood".

In Newspeak the whole notion of goodness and badness will be covered by 6 words.

In reality by only one word.

Don't you see the beauty of that, Winston?

It was B.B.'s idea originally, of course.

I do my best to keep up with the published changes.

Do you? Yes, I've red some of those little pieces

you have published in the Times occasionally.

In Newspeak, too.

Good in their way, but they're only translations.

You were still thinking in Oldspeak

clinging to useless shades of meaning.

To be or not to be…

The verb "to be" is abolished in the 11th edition.

…that is the question.

- Ah, Shakespeare. - What 'tis nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

or to… or to…

- I forget how it ends. - Doesn't matter.

By the year 2050, the whole literature of the past will have gone.

Milton, Byron, Chaucer, they'll exist only in Newspeak forms.

- As they are, they can only do us harm. - Harm?

By confusing us.

You know the Newspeak phrase:

"Old thinkers unbellyfeel Engsoc"

"Old thinkers", you are one.

"Unbellyfeel", "macro deep emotional understanding of" Engsoc.

English socialism.

The meaning is completely lost.

You see, you can't translate Newspeak.

Even the Party slogans are changing.

How will you say "freedom is slavery" when the word "freedom" no longer exists.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll move my chair if I'm in your way.

You see, Winston? This is the point.

Winston.

The whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought.

To narrow the range of thought?

In the end, we'll make thought crime literally impossible,

because there'll be no words to express it.

That's excellent, but even now there's no excuse for thought crime.

Crime is just a question of reality control, of self discipline.

When Newspeak is perfect and compulsory there won't be the need even for that.

The revolution will be complete.

Have you ever thought

in 70 years or so, there'll be nobody alive

who could possibly understand this conversation we're having?

- Except… - Except the proles?

Well, they're not human.

Look at that creature over there with the ladle.

"Them stew with salt, them stew without".

Thoughts like that don't need simplifying.

Thoughts…

You've been into a prole sector lately?

Why?

- Looking for razor blades, possibly? - That isn't forbidden.

- No, it's not forbidden. - I believe that once in humans…

Then you must have seen they are not human!

They have no minds! They live by instinct!

The proles are animals!

I know what you're thinking: even animals have a memory.

- I wasn't thinking anything. - The proles haven't.

If you'd asked any one of them about the past…

The past! Syme!

Yes, the past…

Hello, hello, there! Mind if I join you?

Look at him working through his supper out of keenness.

What's that you've got there, old boy?

- It's a new grammatical - Oh, too brainy for me, I expect.

Rocket bomb in the prole sector by the sounds of it.

Eurasian swine!

Smith, old man, I'll tell you why I'm chasing you up.

- It is about that sub you forgot. - Another one?

Yes. For the house to house campaign about Hate Week.

Bad luck for old Smith having the treasurer the next door neighbour.

It won't be my fault if old Victory Mansion doesn't

have the biggest outfit of flags in the whole street.

Two dollars you promised me.

I'm sorry. I don't seem to have that much on me.

- You chaps eat too well. That's what it is. - Suppose I call in with it tonight.

All right. Will you want that piece of cheese?

Comrades, attention!

Here is glorious news!

An announcement from the Ministry of Plenty reveals that over the past year

our standard of living has risen by no less than 20%.

All over Oceania today

there have been spontaneous demonstrations to thank Big Brother

for our new happy life.

As announced in our last bulletin,

there has been a change in the chocolate ration.

An increase to 20 grams a week!

- Increase? - Hear that, isn't it wonderful?

Oh, my kids will be pleased!

Now, here are some details on increased output

in other consumer goods.

[The chocolate ration was reduced to 20 grams only yesterday.]

[Yes. They believe it.]

[Doublethink.]

[They make themselves believe it.]

[Our new happy life.]

[Grease and grime, the smell of dirty clothes]

[and synthetic gin.]

[And that stew…! Careful. Facecrime.]

Wooden scaffolding, 259%.

Razor blades, 141%.

And semimechanical excavators for clearing bound areas, 14%.

That is the end of the Ministry of Plenty announcement.

Miniplenty has certainly done a wonderful job this year.

By the way, old man,

have you got any razor blades to spare? I mean until some are on sale again.

Sorry, I've been using the same one for 6 weeks.

It's alright. I just thought I had to ask.

- Coming into the Centre? Syme? - Yeah.

Just as well to look in.

There might be something new about the Hate Week.

Do you know I haven't missed an evening in the Centre in the past 4 years?

- Really? - It's a fact.

Come on, Smith! Look alive, old man!

You are coming over too, aren't you?

No, I've got some work to do at home. An article.

- Good night, Winston. - Good night.

The canteen is now closing.

Leave the tables, please, without delay.

Clear the canteen.

Comrades, attention! Attention!

Here is a supplementary production bulletin issued by the Ministry of Plenty.

Giving further glorious news

of the success of the 7th 3-year plan.

A clear demonstration of the rising standard of our new happy life.

The latest calculated increases are as follows:

Domestic utility furniture 97%.

Electric light fittings 60%.

Domestic glassware 129%.

Non-utility furniture 82%.

Utility metal millers 41%.

Carpets 22%.

Reading matter 9.5%.

Building materials, no less than 367%.

Non-utility lampshades 80%.

Domestic utility cutlery 47%.

Children educational toys 33%.

Canvas boots 192%.

Heavy gauge domestic string 20%.

Medium gauge domestic string 15.5%.

Pick iron, no less than 229%.

That is the end of the supplementary bulletin from the Ministry of Plenty.

Mr. Smith, are you there?

Mrs. Parsons.

Oh, comrade, I thought I heard you come in.

Can you spare a minute to come and look at our sink?

It's got blocked. You see, Tom's not home yet.

No, he said he was going to the Community Centre.

- Of course. - Well, I'll see what I can do.

It's making me late for the children's supper. You know what they are like.

Such a trawlers too.

It won't. Oh, it won't empty.

There'll not be any plates washed to eat off.

The very night I've got to be early at the Youth Centre!

I'm trying to learn my lessons!

In the old days, before the glorious revolution,

London was not the beautiful city we know today.

It was a dark, dirty, miserable place,

where scarcely anybody had enough to eat.

Children had to work 12 hours a day,

for cruel, cruel masters who flogged them with whips…

I know what happened.

Somebody's done something to this.

He must have sneaked in when we've all been away.

Filthy traitors!

- You mean bunged it up on purpose? - Yes.

- Who? - I'll find out. And when I do…

Where have you been? Leaving me here…

Do you want me to go to the Youth Centre without any supper

and tell them that you don't feed me, eh?

- Oh, no, dear! - After all I've done this afternoon!

Yes, dear.

She's such a brave clever girl.

A real child hero, as they say.

- She actually managed… - Don't tell him about it! Don't you dare!

No, dear.

- Mr. Smith has come to fix the sink for us. - Yes, I'll just take a look.

Do you mind if I borrow that piece of wire?

Very well.

- Who said you could interfere? - I asked him to help, dear.

Oh, shut up!

Mrs. Parsons, I'm afraid I'm going to need a bucket.

Oh, yes. There's one in the bedroom

to catch the water coming through the ceiling.

- You better leave it alone. - Why?

- She thinks it's sabotage. - Oh, does she?

The rich men were called capitalists.

They were fat, ugly men with wicked faces,

like the one shown on the opposite page.

- Look at his funny shiny hat. - Yes.

That was their uniform.

You are old. Did you ever see a capitalist?

I don't remember.

The capitalists owned everything in the world.

If anyone disobeyed them, they could throw them into prison.

What are you doing?

It's quite simple. You just slacker this nut and let the water run out.

Nine times out of ten you can get a deep obstruction.

You do know a lot, don't you?

about our sink.

They're all the same, these old things.

You mean it was him who did it?

- Here you are, Mr. Smith. - Oh, thank you.

- Don't! Don't do anything to help him! - What's the matter?

Traitor, criminal, saboteur, Goldsteinist…

Face the telescreen, comrade.

In a moment he's going to show us what he blocked the pipe up with.

No, Mr. Smith!

Show what's in the pipe!

It's hair.

It's reddish most of it. Like yours. See?

You'll need to be careful washing their heads over the sink.

Don't you laugh at me!

They didn't laugh at me this afternoon. They didn't!

- What happened this afternoon? - I won a medal.

Hello, hello! Smith. What's this? Who won a medal?

- I did. - What?

Tom, she was out with her troop of spies on a country hike.

Let's sit down and hear all about it.

And she got two other girls to go with her and they slipped off from the hike.

- Why did they do that? - We were following this strange man I saw.

I was sure he was some sort of enemy agent.

Parachutist perhaps. He was a foreigner.

- How do you know? - Well, he was wearing a funny kind of shoes.

I never saw anybody with shoes like that before.

Pretty smart, huh? How's that for a sharp eye.

- Go on. You trailed him? - For two whole hours.

And when we got to Barnet, we told the patrols.

- And then? - They arrested him, of course.

They took him away to the Ministry of Love.

- The Ministry of Love. - Oh, I've been to there all right.

Since on her word.

That's a clever girl. That deserves a medal if anything does.

You'll be on all the telescreens tomorrow.

And they'll want you down at the Youth Centre, won't they?

Oh, yes. I've got to go. I've got to.

And she hasn't given me my supper!

- Why then? - With all this bother with the sink…

You can use it now, Mrs. Parsons.

You get her something to eat straight away.

My, my! We'll have got something to be proud of now.

Victory Mansion's own child hero.

Uh, and I've got a lot of leaflets here about Hate Week

to hand out at the Community Centre tonight.

You should have been there, Winston, old man.

Let me see. I want to see.

Of course. But I must talk to Mr. Smith now.

- Well, I'd better be going. Good night. - I'll come with you, old man.

I'm organising hoards of men to put up bunting. 400 meters…

- Where is my supper! - One moment, dear.

And I want mine! Some day I'm going to be a child hero!

You've got to make us strong. We're the glorious generation.

We're going to track down all the thought criminals and traitors.

We'll shoot them. We'll vaporise them. Whoever they are.

And I'd like to put your name down as lead of one of the groups, old man.

- Of course. Yeah. - Good. I knew I could rely on you.

There will be a lot of organising to do, but I do most of the work myself.

- Gotta keep up with the kiddies. - Yes, they're very keen.

Yes, all they think of is of spies and the war of course,

- It's very peculiar. - What is?

Sort of alcove there.

Peculiar, why?

Meant for a bookcase, I'd say, when these houses were built.

I could swear it's out of view of telescreen.

You're implying the thought police forgot to test it?

No, Winston, old man, no.

Oh, by the way, here's that 2 dollar sub I owe you.

Oh, ta.

Ah, yes,

I'm very proud of my kiddies.

Winston, why didn't you get married?

- You should have, you know. It's… - My duty to the Party?

Exactly.

I have been married.

We separated with the Party permission.

I haven't seen her for years.

- Any children? - No.

Of course then you had to separate. I mean…

There was no point in staying together, was there?

No point at all.

You say, old man, you weren't looking for…

I think in the old days they used the word "love", were you?

- Of course not. - That's called sex crime today.

Loyalty to the individual is detrimental to the Party.

And the only purpose of marriage is to beget children to the service of the State.

I too belonged to the Junior Antisex League.

The old Antisex League. Some of the jolliest times I ever had.

Community hikes, parades…

Was a member for 8 years, you know. Nearly took the oath of celibacy.

If it hadn't been to the repopulation deal of 1973…

That's when I married too.

Ah, come a long way since then, haven't we?

Soon the whole glorious new system in operation.

Separate the sexes, artificial insemination…

and institutions for the children.

Of course, far better than family life for bringing them up in the true Party spirit.

I think my kiddies were born too soon for all that.

- It's like I cheated them somehow. - I think they'll catch up.

They'll join the Antisex League as soon as they're old enough.

When I see my little girl in the old checked sash,

I'll even be prouder then than I was tonight.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

That reminds me…

I'm just going to see if she's been fed, the poor kid.

- Good night, old man. - Good night.

[Don't let it show in your face. Get rid of this thought.]

[Rid of it. Quickly, before it's too late.]

[Doublethink. Practise it.]

[The Party says the Earth is flat.]

[True! That's true.]

[The Party says 2 and 2 make 5.]

[True… No, but not to know.]

[Forget and forget that you've forgotten.]

[Doublethink, crimestop…]

[Ignorance is strength.]

Comrades, attention!

Here is a special bulletin from the Ministry of Peace.

It tells a victory. Victory on the south Indian front.

It can be revealed that for 72 hours without break or rest

our beloved leader, Big Brother,

ceaselessly studied reports from the battlefield.

He scrutinised each list of casualties.

He even found time to

rejoice in accounts of individual acts of heroism

by our glorious soldiers,

in the brave deeds of those who are carrying out his wise decisions

and winning the victory that he had planned.

The victory that he had made to happen, as day must follow night.

The victory is his! Victory to him!

The glory is his! Glory to him!

Big Brother! Big Brother!

Big Brother!

Here it is. Listen to this.

"She slipped off her dress

disclosing the whole warm beauty of her body."

"Arthur -she whispered- the door is unlocked."

The door is unlocked.

How is it called?

"One night in a girl school" by Jason Flinders.

Jason Flinders. Won't you remember that name?

It's pretty cosy stuff, you know?

Look at this. He's written hundreds of them, see?

- Where did you get 'em? - Oh, I've got my contacts, see?

I'll find you any number you want. If you pay for 'em.

Pay for 'em? There any five cent ones?

Yeah, but it's special. Here. 25 for you.

There ought to be something done about it. There's got to be. And soon!

This is important.

I tell you. No number ending in 7 ain't won for over 14 months.

- Yes it has too. - No, it has not!

I've taken down all the state lottery numbers.

Got them all wrote down all over the paper.

And I tell you that no number…

Yes, it has. And I pretty near tell you the ruddy number.

407 identity.

February. Second week in February.

I've got it all in black and white and I tell you that no number ending in…

All I asked you is for a pint.

Alright, alright. That's enough.

Oh, I asked it civil enough, didn't I?

Are you telling me you ain't got a pint mug

not in the whole bleedin' booze?

I don't know what you mean.

Liters and half liters is all we serve here.

I've just taken a fancy to my pint today.

When I was a young man…

Oh, when you was a young man we was all living in the tree tops.

Can I offer you a drink?

Here! A gent!

A pint. A pint o' wallop.

- You've no gin? - In a prole sector?

We don't get it here.

Beer. 12 cents.

Have you seen a lot of changes since you were a young man?

The beer was far better.

And cheaper.

That was before the war.

Which war was that?

It's all wars.

Of course people of my age don't really know

what conditions were like before the revolution.

We can only read what the history books say.

Was there really terrible oppression and people starving and no boots to wear?

Women and children being whipped to work 14 hours a day and sleeping ten in a room?

And capitalists in great houses, driving carriages and motorcars

and wearing top hats and drinking champagne?

Top hats!

Funny you should mention that.

I was only thinking the other day

I ain't seen a top hat in years.

Last time I wore one was in Mrs. Drenlaws' funeral.

You wore one?

More than 50 years ago it must have been.

Of course it was only hired.

What I really wanted to know was this:

Don't you feel that you have more freedom now?

Or isn't it a fact that you had to call the rich people "sir" and take your cap…

your hat off when they passed?

They loved you to.

- It showed respect, you see. - They loved you to?

Look, in 1925, you were a grown man.

Now, try and remember 1925.

If you could choose, would you rather live then or now?

Do you expect me to say I'd sooner be young again?

No, it isn't that. Don't you understand? I…

When you're old you are never well.

My feet, dreadful. And my bladder…

On the other hand it has great advantages.

You don't have the same worries.

No trap with women. And that's a great thing, you know?

You can just sit and think of nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I thought I recognised you outside on the pavement.

You recognised me?

Yes, you are the gentleman who bought the old exercise book, some…

- 2 or 3 months ago, wasn't it? - You remember.

It was such a beautiful breed of paper.

"cream light" they used to call it.

There's not been such paper oh, I guess, for over

twenty five years.

Anything special I can get you?

No, just thought I'd look in as I was passing.

Well, perhaps it's just as well.

And I don't suppose I could have satisfied you.

Between ourselves, the antique trade is finished.

No demand. No stuff.

Furniture, china, metalware…

It's all been broken up or melted down.

- What's this? - Paperweight.

Take it.

It's like snow falling inside there.

Of course it's filled with water and the white particles…

- It's beautiful! - Yes.

Though not many would say so nowadays.

If you should happen to want to buy it, the price would be… four dollars?

I wish I had more to show you.

- Thank you very much. - Four dollars, there you are.

Thank you, but you see how it is.

An empty shop.

Mind you, there is another room upstairs.

- Not much in it, just a few pieces… - Oh, I'd like to see it.

Well. Then…

We'll need a light if we're going upstairs.

Before my wife died this was our sitting-room.

I'm selling all the furniture off by little and little.

And that's a nice gateleg table over there.

Of course, you had to mend the hinges if you wanted to use the flaps.

There is… there is no telescreen!

No, I've never had one of those things.

If you want one down here you have to buy it, you know?

They're not provided.

Too expensive. I never felt that I needed one, somehow.

Sorry. No books. They…

They were all taken away long ago.

I doubt that you find any in the prole sector nowadays.

but if you just happen to be interested in old print.

Now, the frame is fixed to the wall.

My wife always had a fear of cords breaking and being startled in the night.

But this I could unstick for you.

Do you know the name of that place? It's in ruin now.

It's in the middle of the street outside the Palace of Justice.

That's right. Just outside of the law courts.

It was a church at one time.

Saint Clement Danes, the name was.

"Oranges and lemons,

say the bells of Saint Clement's"

What's that?

Just a rhyme we had when I was a boy.

Just the names of churches. All the principal ones in London.

- I never knew that being a church. - But how did that rhyme go?

Oh, I've got it.

"Oranges and lemons say the bells of Saint Clement's.

You owe me 5 farthings, say the bells of Saint Martin's".

It's like the sound of bells. Please, go on.

That's as far as I can get.

"farthing", you know, that was a small coin, something like a cent.

- Yes, And where was Saint Martin's? - It's still standing.

In Victory square, just near the statue of Big Brother,

on top of the tall fluted column with the lions at the foot.

It wasn't always Big Brother, you know.

Oh, well, we've seen enough of this room. We'd better be getting back to the shop.

Yes.

Now, you go first, I must take my time on the stairs.

What do you got there?

Ah, the old mace.

I had forgotten all about that.

That's a real antique.

- Now, I could let you have that for… - No, I don't want it.

Anything the matter?

You haven't got a way out? Through the back of the shop, as a shortcut I mean.

Never mind. It wouldn't help.

If it's the patrols, you came here looking for razor blades.

Party members do it occasionally.

- You're forgetting your purse. - Yes. Thank you.

So glad that you found something to your liking.

- Good night. - Good night, sir.

My name is Charrington.

Call in again if you're passing.

Don't forget.

the Chesnut tree specialities. Aren't they?

Cloves and saccharine.

But it does add something to this Victory gin.

but I can't put it in every time, you know?

There's a war on.

All right for now.

Come again in a few minutes.

- Good evening, comrade. - Good evening.

- Get me a large gin, will you? - Yes, comrade. Many places, sit

- Wherever you like. - Thank you.

Syme.

Smith.

- May I join you? - Yes, of course.

- It's quiet here. - Yes.

- Do you come often? - Not at all.

Now, I've been here once or twice in my life.

Sometimes there are Party musicians and painters.

It's colourful.

It's 25 cents.

It's the luxury tax, you see.

Any more gin for anybody?

Remember, it's all on the house if you're a member.

Syme.

Yes?

Syme, have you ever noticed a young girl? Dark hair, about 25.

She works in the Minitru at the fiction department of fancy.

She was at the table next to ours in the canteen yesterday.

Yes, I've noticed her, why?

Well, I've got reason to believe that she is a…

I've got reason to believe that she

was a district organiser at both the Youth League and the Junior Antisex League.

If I'm correct she might provide for an exemplary subject

for a Newspeak article I'm proposed to write.

Sounds a most interesting project.

Commendably orthodox.

Doppelplusgoodthinkful.

Underneath the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

They lie here and here lied we

'neath the spreading chestnut tree.

What was that? Who are they?

- Don't you recognise them? - No.

Of course! It was in the Times. The last conspiracy trial!

But they've changed!

They confessed to sabotage, embezzlement of Party funds,

intrigues with the Goldstein's agents against Big Brother.

They confessed.

Now the telescreen is reminding them.

They were released.

They come here every day. For them, the gin is free.

They can play chess…

if they wish.

I'm sorry I disturbed you when you were playing out your problem.

No, you didn't.

This café is quiet and suitable.

I supposed the members of your chess club come here to play.

Members?

The Minitru chess club.

You are on the committee this year, aren't you?

I saw your name on a notice.

Today…

- Today I received a notification. - What?

That I'm suspended from all my duties

pending investigation of my conduct.

You?

I'm even suspended from chess club.

Winston!

This is unfortunate. I've no doubt the enquiry will be fair.

Don't go. I've been sitting here for hours trying to decide what I could have done.

Something I said. Something I thought.

Yesterday, in the canteen… I talked too much, perhaps.

Who was listening?

There was Parsons… and there was you, Winston.

I don't remember.

And at the next table there was that girl, the one you mentioned.

Let me go. I have nothing to do with it.

Which one did denounce me?

Winston, was it yourself? What did I say?

Winston, don't leave me…

- …alone! - 2159 Syme B.

Stand where you are.

All of the customers in the Chestnut Tree Cafe are to leave immediately.

Quickly! Quickly!

Syme, -- Thinkpol.

The Thought Police are joining you.

full of men in black uniforms.

Syme, not me.

If they wanted me, they'd be coming by now.

She can't have reported me.

Yet.

I should have acted down in the prole sector.

Got her alone. Smashed her head in.

I can still do it. Counterattack.

An open window, an empty staircase…

To go on her way… I'll watch for her,

wait for her… from tomorrow.

- Is your presetting completed? - Yes.

Test the motor.

Very well. Stand to attention. They'll be here in a moment.

In a few weeks that tune will be haunting every prole sector in air strip 1.

The sentimental ones, are used sparingly so they're always popular.

Now, the apparatus that produced that was comparatively simple, as you saw.

But here, in Pornosec,

we'd like to see our novel writing machine in operation.

This way.

I've seen your lottery calculators in the Ministry of Plenty.

These are much more elaborate.

This machine can turn out 20 pornographic novels a day.

All phrases and thought sequences were built in during assembly

so that it has its own distinctive style.

Its products go out under the name of Jason Flinders.

And then distributed of course in sealed packets

so the proles imagine they're getting something illegal.

Will you demonstrate?

The operator is now adjusting the situation kaleidoscope,

- which varies the 6 basic plots. - Notice the operator.

Long service action in the Antisex League, two purity badges.

She has been specially chosen for her exemplary character.

We have to be careful here. Those tubs are rubbish of course but…

it might be catching.

The machine sets up an entire type ready to print. It also provides us with a check copy.

Here it comes.

"Sandra Wayne slipped off her remaining undergarments,

disclosing the whole warm beauty of her body.

When she prepared to step into her bath, there was a rustle.

The ugly snag of a black automatic showed between the curtains.

A man stepped out.

"Put down that gun -said Sandra coolly- It may be loaded"

But a curious thrill run through"

Quickly, get it free.

Let me see.

I was adjusting the kaleidoscope for chapter 2.

Fool.

- I must apologise for this incompetence… - Commit her to the medical section.

Look out!

It's bleeding badly. Go with her.

The shortest way is through the Records department.

Come along. Steady yourself.

Unfortunate.

Now. As you will observe, each machine differs slightly from its neighbours.

We'll have a look at the next one.

Routine Correction to Times of 19th November 1983,

after verification with current issue. Quote.

In a statement issued today…

You're perfectly capable of walking alone.

In a statement issued today by the Ministry of Peace

it was categorically denied that…

Help me with her. She's been hurt.

Records department, Minitru, check that disturbance.

You're all right now. Come along.

…it was categorically denied that any withdrawals had taken place

on the Malabar front. Unquote.

I meant what I wrote. Shall we meet?

- Yes. - Can you get Sunday afternoon off?

- Yes. - Then listen and remember.

Go to new Paddington street

take train number 26, get off at 10th station. Turn left.

Take the path across the field to Glasgow Lane Down that look for the fourth tree.

- Someone coming. Can you remember? - I think so.

Hello, hello, there!

- How is the stew? - Beans.

Jolly good old Syme ought to be here. That's his favourite.

- He is not here? - No.

We work in the same office. I'd notice.

- He must be ill. - Yes.

Oh, thanks.

I say I wanted a confidential word with you, old boy.

- Confidential? - Yes. About the Hate Week.

You know I've got you leading one of the groups of men.

Well, I was awake at 3 o'clock this morning working it all out.

Now, where's something to draw with? This will do.

Now, you see. There are all Victory Mansions there

With all the shadow we've got here, Well, I thought if you could come…

You were searching for a hidden microphone, weren't you? There aren't any..

- We're all right here. - We're all right here?

I found this place once when I got lost on a community hike.

- It's quite safe. - Is it?

Oh, you can trust me.

Please, trust me.

I wanted to believe you. What you wrote I wanted to very much.

Well, the note wasn't enough.

- What's your name? - Julia. I know yours. It's Winston.

See, I'm better finding things out than you are.

Tell me, what have you been thinking about me?

I hated the sight of you. I wanted to murder you. To smash your head in.

- Why? - You followed me.

Well, I wanted to speak to you.

I thought you had something to do with the Thought Police.

- I'm not the Thought Police. You honestly thought that? - You're young, strong and healthy.

Pure in word and deed. Banners, processions, slogans, games, all that stuff.

And you thought if I had the chance I'd denounce you and get you killed off?

Something of the kind. A lot of young girls would.

Actually I am that sort to look at. Keep an eager face,

always shout with the crowd, never show up anything, Then you're safe.

I do voluntary work three evenings a week for the Antisex League.

So I'm wearing this filthy thing!

I'm 35 years old, I've got a wife I can't get rid of,

physical grade 3.

I couldn't care less.

- Oh, I can't, you see, it's been so long. - Never mind.

How did you know it should be me?

Something in your face. I thought I'd take the chance.

I'm good at spotting people that don't belong.

The moment I saw you I knew you were against them.

- So easily? - No, I don't think you're giving yourself away.

It's a sort of… fellow feeling.

Something you could only recognise if you're looking for it.

- Something that flashes across "I'm on your side"? - That's right.

You missed me. I know you might fall. My disguise is too good.

- Didn't you ever notice it on anyone? - No.

Well, there is a man named O'Brien. I'm not quite sure. Once or twice I felt…

What is…

a bird…

so close…

Suppose there were a microphone somewhere.

They'd be hearing that.

Let's sit down.

Tell me about your wife.

She was beautiful. She hadn't a thought in her head that wasn't a slogan.

She submitted to marry out of loyalty to the state.

She had two names for it: making a baby…

- and our duty to the Party. - You know that one too.

Sex talks of Youth League for the over-sixteens.

Actually it's out of date now. They're getting techniques to replace marriage.

With Katherine there wasn't anything to replace.

- You must have hated her. - Eventually, yes.

Darling.

This is the unforgivable crime, do you know that?

Between Party members, I know.

- And then in the end we can't win, you know that too? - Yes.

It's just that some kinds of failure

are better than other kinds. That's all.

How long, do you think, before they find out?

Six months, if we were careful. A year, five years…

We'll be careful. And clever too. We'll find other places like this, better ones.

Sometimes we'll even be able to manage a word to each other in the Party, in the streets, and then…

- We won't give up. - No.

We might even be able to find a secret place that is just out own.

Yes.

It's a challenge and we're going to accept it.

Now, darling,

it is me.

My hand, my arm, my face…

Let's enjoy being alive.

I've decided to let you have the room.

Not many people come into the shop.

The experts actually get in your way.

Everyone needs a place where they can be alone occasionally.

Privacy is a very valuable thing.

If I had such a place, well,

it's very common courtesy on the part of anybody who knows about it

to keep this knowledge to himself.

Thank you.

- I shall have to charge you a little rent, there. - Of course.

Just to cover expenses. Shall we say… 5 dollars a week?

- I'll pay a month in advance. - Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I'll go out myself this evening. and put the room to rights.

By the way, there are two entries to the house.

One of them gives onto a little lane at the back.

I mean, the main streets are so crowded nowadays

that you can scarcely fight your way through.

Always the same when we get to Hate Week.

If only they'd stop it just for a minute.

- What? - The hate.

Day after day, on every telescreen. There's no escape.

That's what they've turned love into.

All this march coming down, waving flags, and cheering…

simply sex gone sad.

You mean, they depend on all that hysteria all bottled up?

They can't bear you feel anything else. When you make love,

you use up a lot of energy and then you feel all warm and happy inside.

You don't give a damn for Big Brother and the 3-year plan.

Oh, darling, I nearly forgot!

I want you to stay just there and not to see me for the next 3 or 4 minutes.

To make sure you better turn around.

- But what are you going to do? - Please. I'll let you know when you can look.

It's a prole woman!

- That's a prole hate song, isn't it? - That's "Love's Nonsenses".

Number 27365.

The product of an electronic machine and she sings it as if it meant something.

She is as solid as a pillar, as steady as…

You know, Julia, she's beautiful.

I saw her yesterday. A meter across the hips.

That's her style of beauty. Strong heart, strong arms,

toughened by 20 years of child bearing.

Julia,

if there's any hope for the future it lies in the proles.

- Proles? - 85% of the population.

If only they became conscious of their own strength all they need is to rise up and shake themselves like…

like a horse shaking off flies. They'd throw off the Party…

Conscious? Yes, like a horse, all right.

Don't you remember the old slogan? "Proles and animals are free"

Darling, they think they're free now.

Free to work themselves to death

free to enjoy the filth that's peddled to them by the Party: drugs, foul books…

- Porn… - Hey! My life's work! They love it though.

The Party gives them exactly what they want.

If only there was some way to show them…

- Do you think the Brotherhood… - What about the Brotherhood?

It's just struck me. Being able to talk about it. I've never done it in my life.

Do you think Goldstein's brotherhood really exists?

- No. - Why not?

Rebel against the Party? Would be too stupid.

There's that inner party man of Minitru, O'Brien.

I've always thought he is a man you could trust. If only you could get him alone. You know, once…

It was just after the Two Minutes Hate. I caught his eye…

Darling, you can turn around now.

- Your face… - Do you like it?

Yes.

Prole women use this stuff, but I don't know if I put it on right.

The dress doesn't fit very well. 30 years ago it belonged to Mrs. Charrington.

This is my style of beauty.

At least I'm a woman now!

And I belong in this room. How old do you think everything is here?

- More than the dress. ¿50 years? ¿100? - Picture is a hundred years old?

It's probably 2. You can't tell the age of anything nowadays.

- Have you seen that place near the ford? - It used to be a church.

Saint Clement Danes its name was.

"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of Saint Clement's.

I owe you 5 farthings, say the bells of Saint Martin's.

When will you pay me? say the bells of old Bailey".

- Do you know it? - I can't remember any more.

- Who taught it to you? - My grandfather, when I was a little girl.

Winston, forget about the brotherhood.

The clever thing is what we're doing now. Just to break the rules and stay alive.

The kettle is boiling. I'm gonna make some coffee.

I brought.

Victory coffee? I've got something much better that that.

Jason Flinders manicure set, the tools of my trade, concealing…

one quarter of Inner Party coffee!

- Where did you get hold of it? - Black market.

There's nothing these Inner Party swine don't have. And look!

True sugar, no saccharine.

- Darling, will you make the coffee? - Yes, I will.

Winston!

What was it?

It was a rat.

A rat. What a fuss to make. And a mess!

Yes, there's the hole.

I'll have to bang it up with some of the broken plaster.

Darling, you're trembling. Come and sit down.

I don't like rats, that's all.

Tell me.

There is something to tell, isn't it?

Yes, but I never have to anyone.

- It's horrible. - Go on.

It was when I was small, I don't remember what age, but small,

my father had disappeared and I lived with my mother and my little sister.

She was just a baby. Sick nearly all the time like a thin monkey.

There was hardly any food to eat.

I remember screaming at my mother because I was so hungry.

She used to give me hers but even that was very little.

I wanted all there was. I couldn't help it.

One night they took my mother away for questioning.

And as soon as she had gone I went to the cot where my sister was lying

snatched the piece of bread she had. I don't think she noticed, she was so weak.

I ran out and far away. And I ate the bread.

I didn't go back until next morning.

The house was dark. There was no mother.

I went to my sister's cot.

I looked in…

You must say it. You must.

The rats had eaten her.

Oh, please.

- And now don't think about it any more. - But I dream.

When something bad happens I see the same, I see the cot.

The last time it happened, it was after they took Syme.

I'm going to put the kettle back and make that coffee.

- He's dead. Did I tell you? - No.

You see, every day I've looked at the notice board,

at a printed list of the chess committee.

This morning it was nothing crossed out, but his name wasn't there.

He doesn't exist.

He never existed.

You know what?

That night he talked to me, he thought that one of us had denounced him.

- You or I. - I wonder who did.

- Or himself. - How?

He was too intelligent. He saw too clearly and spoke too plainly.

That it should happen was written in his face.

You know, This thing…

is like a tiny world with its atmosphere complete.

If it were possible to get inside there,

to have your life there…

- and mine… - My darling.

Perhaps even to find real people again.

Hello, Smith.

I was hoping for an opportunity of talking to you.

I was reading one of your Newspeak articles in the Times the other day.

You take scholarly interest in Newspeak, I believe.

- I'm only an amateur. - You write it very elegantly.

That's not only my opinion.

I was talking to a friend of yours not long ago, who was certainly an expert.

His name…

escapes me for the moment.

But I noticed you used two or three words which have recently become obsolete.

Have you seen the 10th edition of the Newspeak dictionary?

Oh, no. We're still using the 9th in the records department.

Oh, yes, of course.

The 10th edition isn't issued I believe, apart from a few advanced copies.

- It might interest you to see one, perhaps. - Very much, sir.

Some of the new developments are most ingenious.

The reduction on the number of verbs.

Now, let me see. I could send it to you by messenger.

Except, of course, I should be sure to forget.

Perhaps you could pick it up from my home, sometime.

I'll just write down the address.

Better not let them see that we are having secrets.

That's the address.

I'm usually at home in the evenings.

If not, my servant will give you the dictionary.

It's an inner Party address all right. One of its big, new blocks.

Another rocket bomb. Must be miles away.

Darling, what makes you think he meant anything more than he said?

You saw his eyes?

Very well, suppose he does hate the Party. Doesn't everyone secretly?

Winston.

They'd all like to break the rules if they thought it was safe.

It doesn't mean they belong to the brotherhood.

But when he mentioned Syme…

"Your friend, he was an expert in Newspeak. His name slipped my memory". Don't you see?

He couldn't name him directly. It would be mortally dangerous.

Syme is not only dead, he's abolished, he's an unperson.

But it was a signal.

For a moment we came here to thought crime, together. We were accomplices.

- You think he'll lead you to the Brotherhood. - Yes.

- If they exist. - They must!

I've been waiting all my life for this.

If they're not just another invention of the Party. Something to hate.

Haven't you marched in demonstration when there was a trial on

- and shouted "Death to the traitors"? - Of course.

- You knew who they were? - Perhaps, sometimes.

Or what they'd really done?

- No - You see?

How do we know what exists?

Even the war itself may be a lie.

The Party says we're fighting Eurasia or Eastasia.

They can change it in a minute to make it true.

Always some of them in the desert or the jungle. We don't know!

When a rocket bomb drops in one of the prole sectors,

it might even have been fired by our own government.

Alright. You and I, we are helping to make these lies.

I sit on my desk in the records department helping to draw the darkness in.

It's your work.

We help to destroy history.

It's only an endless present where the Party is always right.

Can't you guess why I started this diary? To know what happened yesterday.

Whatever this chance may be I must take it.

Do you think they're starting rebellion?

- No, not in our lifetime. - Then, what's the use?

These little pockets of resistance could be started: just a few records left to the next generation.

I'm not interested in the next generation! Only in us!

I know.

Winston.

Because I love you,

I won't let you do this alone.

If they take us, there's nothing we can do about it.

Nothing. If that happens, the only thing that matters is that we shouldn't betray one another.

If you mean confession I'd do that right away. You too, under torture.

No, I don't mean confession. Confessing isn't betrayal.

What you say or do doesn't matter. Only feelings matter.

If they could make me stop loving you,

that would be the real betrayal.

No, they can't do that.

They can make you say anything. Anything.

But they can't make you believe it.

They can't get inside your heart.

If you can feel that staying human is worthwhile, even when it can't have

any result whatsoever, then you've beaten them.

We'll go to O'Brien, together.

As soon as we work out just how and when.

Tonight. Now.

Kiss me first.

Comrades, attention!

It is officially announced by the ministries of Truth and Plenty

that the current Hate Week has broken all records for production.

And to match this activity on the home front

a Ministry of Peace communicate

shows that our brave soldiers in the Malabar front

have driven away…

You can turn it off!

Yes, we can turn it off. We have that privilege.

Shall I say it? Or will you?

I will say it.

We have come here because…

we believe there is some sort of organisation working against the Party and that you are involved.

- We want to belong to it. - We are enemies of the Party.

We disbelieve in the principles of Engsoc. We are thought criminals.

We want to put ourselves under your mercy. If that isn't sufficient…

Martin is one of us.

Look a chair for yourself. You can stop being a servant now.

We'll sit down and talk in comfort.

This is called wine.

You will have red about it in books, no doubt.

I'm afraid very little of it reaches the Outer Party.

Try it.

- Is it as you expected? - No.

I have always thought it must have been intensely sweet. Well, I'm afraid I can't taste very well.

Victory gin does not improve the palate.

Now, let's begin by drinking a toast.

To our leader, Emmanuel Goldstein.

Then, there is such a person.

Yes. There is such a person.

And he is alive.

Where? I do not know.

And the organisation, it is real?

Not just an invention of the Thought Police?

No, the Brotherhood is real.

Now.

You will understand that I must start by asking you certain questions.

In general terms, what do you prefer to do?

- Anything that we are capable. - He speaks for me too.

- You are prepared to give your lives? - Yes.

- Commit sabotage, even murder? - Yes.

- Betray your country to a foreign part? - Yes.

- To cheat, forge, to blackmail, disseminate drugs? - Yes.

To do anything likely to cause demoralisation and weaken the power of the Party?

Yes.

If for instance it would somehow suit our purpose

to throw sulphuric acid in a child's face,

You are prepared to do that?

Yes.

To lose your identity and live out your life as a waiter or a dock worker?

- To commit suicide if and when we order? - Yes.

You are prepared, the two of you, to separate and never see one another again?

No!

No.

You did well to tell me. We must know everything.

Martin, take a good look at these two comrades.

You will be seeing them again. I may not.

Now, go back to your pantry. I have to be switching on in a quarter of an hour.

Before you leave here, I shall give you a book

from which you will learn the true nature of the society we live in,

and how we shall destroy it.

When you have red it,

you will be full members of the Brotherhood.

You will receive orders from me through Martin.

Apart from 3 or 4 other contacts for immediate tasks,

you will know nothing.

You will get no encouragement, no comments.

When finally you are caught,

the only help you may expect will be a razor blade smuggled into your cell.

You will confess the little you know,

betray a handful of unimportant people like myself and die.

We are the dead.

Our only true life is in the future.

We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone.

How far away that future is? There is no knowing.

Perhaps a thousand years of spreading our knowledge outwards

from person to person, generation to generation.

In face of the Thought Police

there is no other way.

Thank you.

Now.

You should not have come here together. You must leave separately.

You, comrade, first.

Wait.

We still have some wine left.

What should it be this time?

To the confusion of the Thought Police?

Death of Big Brother? To humanity? To future?

To the past.

The past is more important.

Now. Put one of these on your tongue.

The lift attendants might notice the smell of wine.

Martin, you will show the comrade out.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

Now.

I assume you have a hiding place of some kind.

Yes. A room in one of the prole sectors, above a shop.

Keep it for the moment. Later we shall find something else for you.

Have you any questions you would like to ask?

No.

Did you ever happen to hear an old rhyme that begins:

"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of Saint Clements?"

"You owe me 5 farthings, say the bells of Saint Martin's.

When will you pay me, say the bells of old Bailey.

When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch"

You know the last line!

Yes, I know the last line.

Now.

- Have you brought a briefcase with you? - Yes.

Very shabby and inconspicuous. Good.

The Newspeak dictionary.

10th edition.

Don't open it now.

Study it well.

You too take better one of these tablets.

Good bye.

Good bye.

And tomorrow evening at 18:30 hours, in Victory Park,

will come the great climax to Hate Week.

No less than 200 Eurasian war criminals

will be publicly hanged.

Good evening.

He's upstairs. He came in some little time ago.

Thank you.

I wanted to show him something but he hadn't the time.

Something I found in the back of a drawer.

See, it's a locket

with a curl of gold hair in it.

I'm afraid it's broken…

It's better.

- I went to the hangings. - Oh, why?

Camouflage. We can't be too careful now.

The crowd were delirious.

They got their hands on them they would have pulled them to pieces long before the time.

- Look. - A Newspeak dictionary.

By Emmanuel Goldstein.

- O'Brien gave it to me last night after you left. - You read it?

I know what's in it. Oh, Julia, I feel a whole person for the first time in my life.

All the suspicions, doubts and hopes I ever felt, they are completely justified.

We were wrong about some things but right about so many. And now it's all clear.

The truth. Here, my darling. Drink this.

Now. Listen.

- No, I don't think I want to hear. - What?

- It would only be something more to hide. - But we are Committed.

Tonight I…

found I couldn't yield with the crowd in the same way.

For the first time I wasn't able to feel I was part of.

- The Hate Week's over now. - So is the excitement.

The madness everywhere has helped to hide us.

- From here on… - You will have to know.

It's not a burden, it's strength. And you'll feel that too.

I marked a few passages.

Now, hear. Hear, for instance

when the United States absorbed the British Empire to form Oceania

and Russia took Europe to form Eurasia, two of the three world states were in being.

Their ideologies were Engsoc, Neobolshevism,

and later Death Worship in Eastasia.

These three states are permanently at war.

- Then it's not a sham? - Wait.

War has changed its character. It exists only to preserve tyranny.

Fighting, when there is any, only takes place on vague tropical frontiers or around floating fortresses.

The essential act of war is the destruction of human labour.

A way of shattering or sinking the materials which might be used to make the masses too comfortable.

In the long run, too intelligent.

No invasion of the enemy territory must ever take place.

Then the real war isn't with Eurasia at all!

- Is between all of us… - And them!

The Party member like the proletarian tolerates conditions

because he has nothing with which to compare his way of life.

Efficiency, even military efficiency, is no longer needed.

In Oceania nothing is efficient except the Thought Police.

Swine. Filthy swine.

- Big Brother. - Does he exist?

Is the guise in which the Party shows itself to the world.

No one has ever seen him.

It's all here.

The revolution, what it was like before that, what freedom was…

Oh, Julia, I now know at last that I'm not mad.

Oh, my darling. You thought that?

Even if a person is the only one to believe something, that doesn't make him mad.

There's truth and there's untruth.

But if you stick to the truth even against the whole world

you're still not mad.

I want to read it. We'll read it together

There she is. I suppose she's hanging her washing on the line, as usual.

Baby clothes.

Her own or her daughter's.

How many children do you think she's had in her time?

- Might easily be 15. - Yes.

Darling, after we made that horrible promise to O'Brien last night, I went back to the hostel.

Alone.

I couldn't get it out of my mind.

I suppose we had to say it.

Oh, yes. But I didn't mean that.

I meant you being alone to think about it. There are times when people shouldn't be alone.

I began to wonder perhaps we could just have gone as ordinary people.

Disappear somehow.

Learn to talk like the proles, got a job in a factory.

- It's too late, now. - We are Committed now.

- Too late. - Not only since last night, my darling.

Then we determined to face the facts and do something among them, but for us…

it's 30 years too late.

If we'd lived then we had been married.

30, even 20 years ago

we could have walked through the streets quite openly talking about anything we'd like.

They'd have known we loved each other and there'd have been nothing they could do to stop us

They can't stop us loving now.

The future is hers, isn't it?

- Well, we can share it. - How?

She with her children can keep alive the body but we can keep alive the mind. Pass on history.

- The book? - No. It is simpler than that.

Just that 2 and 2 make 4.

- Our future. - But it has to be this way.

Darling, do you remember something that O'Brien said?

- We are the dead. - We are the dead.

You are the dead!

Look!

Remain exactly where you are.

Make no movement until you are ordered.

The house is surrounded!

I suppose we may as well say good bye.

You may as well say good bye.

They've got a ladder!

Winston!

- Darling! - Don't resist! Don't move!

Charrington!

Thinkpol reporting crimefix 20:45 h.

Proceeding Minilove ways.

I discover the end of the little rhyme.

You may as well have it so I did not waste it.

"Here comes a candle to light you to bed,

here comes a chopper to chop off your head".

Take the woman first.

Not the Ministry of Love! Not there! Winston!

Parsons!

What are you in for?

Thought crime.

I know I will get a fair hearing. I trust them for that.

They'll have my records, won't they?

You know what sort of a chap I was.

Not very brainy, but I did the best I could for the Party.

Might get out in about 5 years, don't you think? Ten years?

A chap like myself can make himself pretty useful in a… job camp.

I mean, they won't shoot me for going off the rails just once, will they?

Are you guilty?

Of course I am.

You don't think the Party arrests an innocent man, do you?

Thought crime is a dreadful thing.

It gets a hold of you without you even knowing it.

I talked in my sleep. Do you know what they heard me say?

Down with Big Brother! Over and over and over again.

I'm glad they caught me. They saved me.

Who denounced you?

My little girl.

Pretty smart for a --, huh?

I don't bear her any grudge for it.

In fact I'm proud.

It shows I brought her up in the right spirit anyway.

Barns!

BQ-4597, Barns James.

Let fall that piece of bread.

Stay exactly where you are.

Get up!

- Where? - You go into room 101!

Comrade, what answers do you want?

I'll confess anything. Anything.

Only write it down and I'll sign it.

You've starved me for weeks.

Hang me, shoot me.

But not room 101!

Room 101!

That's the one you want! Not me!

He showed he was guilty when he tried to give me that piece of bread.

I'll tell you everything No. Listen!

Something is wrong with the telescreen.

Take him! Not me! Not me!

O'Brien!

They got you too!

They got me a long time ago.

You knew this, Winston. Don't deceive yourself. You did know it.

You've always known it.

170.

Do you remember writing in your diary that freedom

is the freedom to say 2 and 2 make 4?

Yes.

How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?

Four.

And if the Party says it is not four but five?

Four.

180.

How many?

190.

- How many fingers, Winston? - Four, five, four!

Whatever you like, only stop the pain.

Winston…

How can I help seeing what's in front of my face?

- 2 and 2 make 4. - Sometimes.

Sometimes they're 5, sometimes 3. Or all of them at once.

You must try harder.

Is this…?

Is this room 101?

No.

How long have I been here?

Admitted?

Seven weeks ago, Winston.

During that time you've been beaten brutally, every day.

You see? I don't pretend.

You are confessed to assassination, to distribution of seditious pamphlets,

to religion, to embezzlement of Party funds

sale of military secrets, sabotage, murder…

Why do you think we bring people to this place?

- To make them confess. - No.

- To punish them. - No. To cure them.

We are not interested in the stupid crimes you have committed.

Only in the thought.

I'm taking trouble with you, Winston, because you're worth trouble.

You are mentally deranged, a defective memory.

Now, that is curable, but you must try to help me.

Even now you are keen to the impression

that your disease is a virtue.

How can you stop people remembering things?

- You can't control it. - You have not controlled it.

You are here because you prefer to be a lunatic, a minority of one.

Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston.

It needs an act of self destruction, an effort of the will.

You must humble yourself before you can become sane.

No, no…

How many?

I would see five if I could. I'm trying to see five.

You only wish me to think you do.

No. You'll kill me if you do that again.

Four, five, six… Honestly, I don't know.

Very well.

This time it will not hurt.

Three thousand.

There are five fingers there. Do you see five fingers?

Yes.

Still?

No, there's only four again.

But you see now it is possible.

Do you remember writing in your diary

that it did not matter whether I was a friend or an enemy

since at least I was a person who understood you and could be talked to?

You were right!

I enjoy talking to you, Winston.

Your mind appeals to me. It resembles mine.

Except, of course, you happen to be insane.

Now.

Before we end this session you may ask a few questions.

What have you done with Julia?

She betrayed you. Immediately, unreservedly.

You would scarcely recognise her.

All the deceit, folly, rebelliousness, dirty-mindedness,

burned out of her. A perfect conversion.

You tortured her.

Next question?

- Does Big Brother exist? - Of course he does.

The Party exists, he is the embodiment of the Party.

But in the same way as I exist?

You do not exist.

I think I exist though. I'm conscious of my own identity.

- Will he die? - Of course not. How could he?

Sit down.

Go on, Winston.

Ask.

How did you know?

Very well.

What is in room 101?

- You know, Winston. - No.

Every one knows what is in room 101.

Take him back to his cell.

Winston, do not imagine that you will save yourself.

No one who has once gone astray is ever spared.

Even if we chose to let you live out your life,

you would never escape, promise.

What happens to you here is for ever.

Things will happen to you here from which you could not recover if you lived a thousand years.

Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feelings.

Of love, or friendship, or joy of living,

Of laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity.

You will be hollow.

We shall squeeze you empty

and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

Have you understood, Winston?

195.

You have learnt, Winston, now you must understand.

You have red the book, Goldstein's book, parts of it at least.

The program it sets forth is nonsense.

The secret spread of knowledge,

of proletarian rebellion, the overthrow of the Party…

It could not happen in a thousand years, or a million.

I know. I wrote the book.

Now. Start with this thought:

"The rule of the Party is for ever".

Remember it, Winston.

220.

No.

Take him away.

Winston,

Winston!

You know how the Party keeps power.

Now tell me why.

You are ruling us for our own good.

Because we are not fit to govern ourselves.

That was stupid, Winston. I want intelligence.

The Party seeks power for its own sake.

Not as a means but an end.

Power over the human mind. And power over whole…

matter, climate, decease, the laws of gravity,

because we control the mind.

Reality is inside the skull of yours.

We control the laws of nature.

The stars are not light years, but a few kilometres away.

We wished we could block them out. Here.

That is power.

In our world there will no love but the love of Big Brother.

No laughter, but the laugh of triumph over the defeated enemy.

No art, no science, no literature, no enjoyment.

But always and only, Winston, there will be the thrill of power.

If you want a picture of the future

imagine a boot stamping on a human face

for ever.

…prepared to commit sabotage or even murder?

To betray your country to a foreign power?

Yes.

To cheat, forge, blackmail, disseminate drugs?

Yes.

Your promises, Winston.

And you consider yourself superior to us

with our lies and our cruelty…

Is that the spirit of man you hope would arise and defeat us?

It must…

It must defeat you. I don't know…

I don't know how…

Oh, somehow you'll fail.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.

Release him.

Your kind is extinct.

We are the inheritors.

Do you understand that you are alone?

There is a mirror. You shall see yourself,

the guardian of the human spirit, as you really are.

Look.

If you are human, that is humanity.

My poor friend, you're almost well.

Look in my eyes.

It is not enough to obey Big Brother,

You now know what is needed.

Who it is you must love.

You did that…

- to her? - What was that?

Be careful, Winston.

Now.

Julia. Julia!

Julia, my love…

You once asked me what was in room 101.

It is there that we have the means to root out the last lingering deception.

Pick him up.

What happens in room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

It varies from individual to individual.

It can be death by burning, burial alive,

or something quite trivial, not even fatal.

In your case, we both know that the worse thing in the world

happens to be…

No, no, no…!

Oh, please, O'Brien! What did you want me to do?

No!

By itself pain is not always enough.

Here in room 101 you are meeting the unbearable.

Courage and cowardice are not involved.

You'll do what is required of you.

What is it?

How can I do it when I don't know what it is?

You will find out, you know.

As you will see,

this is a mask.

It fits over the head leaving no exit.

When the plastic door is raised up,

the rats will shoot out like bullets.

It was a common punishment in Imperial China.

The rats were caught in the sewers a week ago.

Now they're starving.

No, do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me!

Julia! I don't care what you do to her!

It's Julia. Not me!

Not me!

Compliments of the house, comrade.

25 cents.

You've been entitled to come here for the next three months.

You might as well make use of this

while you can.

If you want your regular place reserved

just let me know.

That's all.

Here we go again.

Bad news all day.

Pincer movement by the Eurasian forces towards Brazzaville.

It's not just a matter of losing the Congo, anything might be happening out there.

Stand by for an important announcement from the Ministry of Peace at 20:30h.

This is news of the highest importance.

Stand by at 20:30 hours.

Good evening, comrade.

- Good evening. - The usual table, comrade?

- Where? - The usual place?

I've got a place reserved already for you.

There's a special bulletin at 20:30 hours. Sounds bad.

Is Julia?

I've… I've been out for 3 weeks.

I've got a committee job.

It's quite hard work.

I betrayed you.

I betrayed you.

Sometimes they…

threaten you with something you can't stand up to,

can't even think about. And you say:

Don't do it yo me, do it to…

so and so.

Afterwards you pretend you only said it, didn't really mean it.

That's not true.

At that time you want it to happen to the other person.

After that, you don't feel the same about the other person any longer.

No. No, you don't.

Underneath the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me.

They lie here and here lied we

'neath the spreading chestnut tree.

We must meet again.

Yes.

Shall I keep the place for you?

No.

-- tonight, eh?

20:30 hours. This is it.

It's victory! Victory after all.

Comrades, here is the bulletin from the Ministry of Peace.

It tells of victory.

Victory.

By means of a strategic manoeuvre unparallelled in the history of warfare

our brave troops have utterly routed vastly superior Eurasian forces.

The whole of this magnificent and secret operation

was inspired and conducted by Big Brother.

It is his military genius alone,

that has brought control of the whole of Africa

within measurable distance of realisation.

This colossal victory…

[Love…]

[suddenly, so suddenly…]

[My victory…]

[Love, love, love…]

[I love…]

[Big Brother.]