Part 2 of 2
[Preston] Car engine revs]
[To Guard] Cleric John Preston passing into the nether --
enforcement-related.
[Guard] Thank you, sir.
[Brandt] [Spying on Preston]
[Preston] [Parks and takes dog out of trunk]
[Dog] [Whimpers]
[Preston] I don't know what else to do with you.
Go on.
[Trunk door creaks]
[Trunk door closes]
[Preston] Go!
[Keys jingle]
[Preston] [Sits in his car thinking]
[Dog] [Barks]
[Panting]
[Preston] [Engine turns over]
[Backs up car]
[Dog] [Yelps]
[Preston] [Engine shuts off]
[To Dog] Fine.
But you're going back in the trunk.
[Dog] [Yelps]
[Preston] [Chuckles]
Okay. Here.
[Pets him]
[Tetragrammaton] [Engines revving]
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Step away from the vehicle!
Step away from the vehicle!
This is your last warning!
Step away from the vehicle! Identification.
[Preston] I'm a Cleric. I'm here on official business.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Identification!
[Preston] It's in my coat.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Where's the coat? Where is it?!
[Preston] I don't have it.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Unidentified individuals are subject to summary destruction.
[Preston] You're making a very big mistake. I'm a Grammaton Cleric, First class.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] We're gonna search your vehicle.
[Preston] No, you're not. There's nothing in it.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] [To Men] Search it!
[Tetragrammaton] [Search Preston's Car]
Clear, sir.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Keys to the trunk.
[Preston] I'm trying to tell you.
I have a predawn combustion to witness.
I'm not -- Captain, this is a waste of my time. My name is John Preston.
I'm the highest-ranking Cleric of the Tetragramm --
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Wait.
Stand off.
I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you, sir.
[Preston] That's okay. Just doing your job.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Thank you.
We'll escort you back to the gate.
[Preston] Thanks.
[Dog] [Yelps]
[Tetragrammaton Captain] [Looks towards the trunk]
[Preston] Animals. Nether's full of them.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] Sounds like it came from your trunk.
[Preston] Impossible. Just give me my keys. I'll be on my way.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] [Refuses to give him the keys]
[Preston] Captain, I'm asking you one last time --
don't do this.
[Tetragrammaton Captain] [Opens trunk and reveals dog]
Down on your knees!
Down on your knees! Down on your knees!
Drop down!
On the ground! Comply! Do it!
Do it!
[Tetragrammaton] No.
Fuck.
[Preston] [Releases his guns from his sleeves]
[Tetragrammaton Captain] What?
Aw, shit! Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him!
[Preston] [Shoots everyone]
[Tetragrammaton] Aah.
[Casings rattle]
[Wind blowing]
[Preston] [Picks dog up lovingly]
***
[Preston] [Exhales deeply]
[Takes his bathroom cabinet off of the wall]
[Puts his Prozium dose behind the cabinet]
***
[Preston] [Practicing martial arts]
[Grunting]
[Brandt] Always practicing, Cleric.
I guess that's why you're the best.
[Preston] Maybe I'm just better.
[Brandt] Something on your mind?
[Both grunting]
[Preston] Why do you ask?
[Brandt] The intuitive arts, Cleric.
It's my job to know what you're thinking.
[Mask thuds]
[Preston] So then, what am I thinking?
[Brandt] About the murders in the nether last night ...
[Whooshing]
[Brandt] And if they know who did it.
[Both grunting]
[Brandt] Am I close?
[Preston] So, tell me, do they know?
[Brandt] [Panting]
There are theories. I have one or two of my own, but at the moment ...
[Straining]
they're premature!
I'm glad it happened.
[Preston] Why?
[Brandt] Because now, Father and the Council have decreed an acceleration in the crackdown on offenders. Whoever did it -- all they accomplished was a quicker end to the resistance.
It's gonna be a massacre, Cleric.
[Preston] [Shows Brandt his stick in his crotch]
[Brandt] I came to tell you there's a raid in the nether --
Sector 7.
[Panting]
So get ready.
***
[Sense Offender] [Points gun at Preston's neck]
[Preston] [Whips around and grabs Sense Offender]
[To Sense Offenders] That door behind you ...
go.
Go, damn you!
Get out of here, god damn it! If you don't, you're dead!
[Sense Offender] Don't do it. He'll shoot us in the back.
[Preston] If I was gonna shoot you, I'd shoot you in the face.
Now go.
Damn you! Follow me.
Now! Let's go!
[Tetragrammaton] There will be no detention. Repeat -- no detention for any purpose.
All prisoners and apprehendees are to be put down.
[Sense Offenders] Look out!
[Tetragrammaton] Aah!
[Preston] [Takes down Tetragrammaton]
[Tetragrammaton] Cleric, what's happening? We heard gunshots.
[Preston] [To Sense Offenders] Go!
[Tetragrammaton] What are you doing? Cleric!
They're resistance fighters.
Cleric!
[Preston] [Releases his guns from his sleeves]
[Tetragrammaton] He's a sense offender!
[Preston] [Kills Tetragrammaton]
[Indistinct shouting]
[Tetragrammaton] Cover all quadrants!
Secure the perimeter!
[Preston] [To Sense Offenders] What is this?
What are you doing?!
[Brandt] Nicely done, Cleric.
You drive them into the trap ...
I close it.
The very definition of teamwork. Don't you think?
Why don't you take the honors of the execution, Cleric?
[Preston] These people should be taken for clinical interrogation.
[Brandt] Cleric, Father's rulings are quite clear.
Offenders are to be shot on sight.
[Preston] They have valuable information.
[Brandt] Cleric ...
[Preston] They can be put to much better use ...
[Brandt] Cleric. If your weapon's low, please, use mine.
[Hands Preston his gun]
[Tetragrammaton] [Gun cocks]
[Preston] No. I think, in the end ...
It'll be better if you have it.
[Hands him his gun back]
[Brandt] Captain.
[Captain] Yes, sir. Firing positions. Ready ...
[Tetragrammaton] [Guns cocking]
[Captain] Aim ...
Fire!
[Gunfire]
[Preston] [Walks away]
[Men screaming]
[Brandt] [Watching Preston walk away]
***
[Preston] Sir?
[Dupont] Yes, Cleric?
[Preston] You asked me to become Father's instrument against the resistance. I'm ready. Today. I wish to show my faith.
I wish, with your permission, to locate the underground once and for all.
[Dupont] To destroy it?
[Preston] To destroy it.
[Dupont] Good. Do it.
***
[Preston] [Speaking to dead Partridge] I'm so ...
so very sorry.
[Death Attendant] These are the possessions he had on him at the time of death.
The illegal ones will be burned with him.
[Preston] Good.
[Death Attendant] [Leaves]
[Preston] [Looks through Partridge's photo album]
[FREEDOM]
***
[Mary] "Errol Partridge."
The name supposed to mean something to me?
[Preston] He was a Grammaton Cleric, First Class. You knew him.
[Mary] News bulletin -- I'm a sense offender. I don't hang around much with the Cleric.
[Preston] [Hands her the photograph of her and Partridge]
I want to know about him.
[Mary] Well ...
[Hands the photograph back to Preston]
I suggest you go ask him.
But I understand that he's dead -- killed by your friends at the Tetragrammaton.
[Preston] Not by my friends. By me.
[Mary] [Leaps over the table and attacks him]
[Preston] Aaah!
[Brings Mary down onto the table]
[And touches her face lightly]
[Walks toward the door]
You were lovers.
[Door closes]
***
[Father] The underground is our foe ...
and greater than even the threat of those who have forsaken their Prozium for emotion, is the threat of those selfsame individuals united.
They are the secret organization ...
[FREEDOM READING ROOM]
[Father] And thus, it is in the writing of the Father ...
that we find our greatest --
[Librarian] Good afternoon, sir. What will it be for you?
The latest copy of the inserts?
Revised edition of the Manifesto?
[Preston] [Shows Librarian a picture of Partridge] Errol Partridge.
What do you know about him?
[Librarian] I beg your pardon?
[Preston] Everyone out. Now.
[Everyone leaves]
[Preston] [Locks door]
[To Librarian] I'm gonna ask you one more time. Errol Partridge -- What do you know about him?
[Librarian] I'm sure this must be some mis --
[Preston] [Lays the Librarian onto the table]
You're an offender.
[Librarian] I'm not.
[Preston] No? Then why are you so scared of me? Now, you will tell me everything you know about Errol Partridge, or I will have a wagon come to take you to the Hall of Destruction for summary combustion.
[Librarian] [breathing heavily]
I -- I really don't know --
[Preston] Speak!
[Librarian] He -- he'd come in here with a fellow named Jurgen.
[Preston] Why?
[Librarian] That's -- that's all I know. I swear.
[Preston] Jurgen!
[Looking at the bookcase] Interesting.
[Throws the Librarian against the bookcase]
[Librarian] Ugh-ow!
[Preston] Ugh!
[Throws him through the wall, and reveals room behind]
[Librarian] [groans]
[Preston] [Gun cocks]
[Investigates room]
[Jurgen] We've been watching you, Preston.
[Preston] You're Jurgen.
[Jurgen] You're feeling.
Do you know why you came?
[Buzzes a door open]
Welcome to the underground.
Polygraph.
It detects fluctuations of human emotion.
We have to be sure.
[Preston] [Sits down at polygraph machine]
[Jurgen] Mary.
You're carrying in your left pocket ...
a red ribbon sprayed with her scent.
You breathe it in sometimes when you think there's no one to see. But what you feel ...
what you feel could only be satisfied by falling yourself into her.
[Preston] She's scheduled for combustion -- tomorrow.
[Jurgen] I know.
You know, I was like you. But the first thing you learn about emotion is that it has its price -- a complete paradox. But without restraint, without control, emotion is chaos.
[Preston] But how is that diff --
[Jurgen] The difference being is that when we want to feel, we can. It's just that some of us, some of us have to forgo that luxury, so that the rest can have it. Some very few of us have to force ourselves not to feel.
Like me. Like you.
[Preston] What can I do?
[Jurgen] You can kill Father.
***
[Father] [Speaking indistinctly]
[Horn honks]
[Tetragrammaton] [Engines roaring]
Cleric John Preston ...
[Gun cocks]
You are to come with us immediately.
***
[Dupont] Cleric Preston.
[Preston] Sir.
[Dupont] I've heard the most disturbing rumor.
[Preston] Rumor, sir?
[Dupont] Yes. A rumor maintaining that one of us, one of the Cleric, has secretly taken it upon himself to cease his dose ...
that one of our elite number ...
is actually feeling.
[Touches the table]
[Preston] Feeling, sir?
[Dupont] Are you playing with me, Cleric?!
[Tetragrammaton] [Guns cock]
[Preston] No, sir.
[Dupont] This person, I'm told, is actually attempting to contact the resistance. Now tell me, if you'll be so kind, how exactly have you been making use of your time of late?
[Preston] Attempting to contact the resistance, sir.
[Dupont] Attempting? How is it that you intend to expose this traitor, if all you do is attempt?
[Preston] You're absolutely 100% right, sir.
[Dupont] Of course I am.
The Cleric is the final line of defense. If the resistance compromises it, we are doomed.
Father is doomed.
[Preston] I will redouble my efforts, sir, to locate the resistance, to find this traitor, and bring them all to the Council's fair justice.
[Dupont] Do it.
***
[Preston] [Creaking the cabinet]
[Putting his Prozium dose behind the bathroom cabinet]
[Sitting at his children's bedside]
[Checking Robbie's Prozium supply]
[Robbie] What are you doing?
What are you doing?
[Preston] I, uh, I was checking to make sure you've been taking your interval.
[Robbie] And are you satisfied?
[Preston] Yes, I am.
[Robbie] Good night, dad.
***
[Mary] I don't understand.
My execution's set. Why are you here?
[Distant buzzing]
[Beeping]
[Preston] [Turns his beeper off]
[Beeping stops]
[Buzzing stops]
[Mary] Aren't you gonna dose?
My God. What, what'll you do?
[Preston] I don't know.
[Mary] [Reaches her hand out to Preston]
[Preston] [Touches Mary's hand]
***
[Preston] 50 sweepers, maybe more.
[Jurgen] What about an audience? Can you somehow arrange to meet with him?
[Preston] Father's never given a single audience since the upheaval. The danger of assassination is too great.
[Jurgen] They trained you your whole life to fight these kind of odds, Preston.
[Preston] Even if I could, even if I could make it through, what guarantee is there it would accomplish anything, that anything would be different?
[Jurgen] We have a network that's larger than you could ever imagine. The instant word comes that Father is dead, that the Council is leaderless ...
bombs that have already been planted, will be set off at the Prozium clinics, and the factories around LIBRIA. If we can succeed in disrupting the supply ...
for even one day -- one day -- our cause will be won by human nature itself.
[Preston] What about war, the everyday cruelties that are all gone now?
[Jurgen] Replaced by the touch of Grammaton.
Will you do it?
[Preston] [Exhales slowly] Yes.
[Jurgen] Can you?
[Preston] I don't know.
***
[Resistance Fighter] [Leads Preston out, and looks carefully both ways]
[Jurgen] Don't -- seeing her one last time will only make it harder to do what you have to do.
***
[Preston] [Looking at file footage of Mary O'Brien]
[Father] [Speaking indistinctly]
designed especially to deal with it. The Cleric was implemented and sent out to search and destroy ...
such objects that remained and, if necessary, those who attempted to ...
[Preston] File footage.
[Father] The Council ...
[Preston] Viviana Preston. Sentence and incineration.
Auditory.
[Judge] Viviana Preston.
For ceasing your interval, for the crime of feeling, you stand condemned to suffer annihilation in the city furnaces. You will be taken there immediately, and you will burn.
[Father] [Speaking indistinctly]
[Preston] [Looking at himself at Viviana's trial]
[Father] The Cleric was implemented ...
and sent out to search and destroy such objects that remained and, if necessary, those who attempted to ...
The Council ...
[Preston] [Runs out the door]
[Mary] [Getting ready to be executed]
[Preston] [Runs up the steps]
[Rapid footsteps approaching]
The incineration -- has it gone through?!
[Tetragrammaton] It's going through now. Hey!
[Fire roaring]
[Mary] [Looks at Executioner]
[Walks towards furnace room]
[Quivering]
[Preston] [Running down the hallway towards Mary]
[Woman] Machine turbines priming.
Machine turbines priming.
[Preston] Tetragrammaton -- I need to speak to this woman!
[Tetragrammaton] You're too late, sir. The time lock is engaged.
If we force the door now, the turbines will explode at street level.
personnel, clear the area immediately.
All unauthorized personnel, clear the area immediately.
Turbines primed.
[Preston] [Looking at Mary as the doors close on her]
[Tetragrammaton] Fire in 10 seconds ... 9 seconds ...
8 seconds ... 7 seconds ... 6 seconds ... 5 seconds ... 4 seconds ...
3 seconds ...
2 seconds ...
turbines ...
fire.
[Mary] [Is burned up]
***
[Preston] [Exits Execution Hall]
[Breaks down crying on the steps]
[Brandt] Cleric John Preston ...
You are under arrest.
[Punches Preston]
[To Crowd] This man --- this senior Cleric --
has ceased the dose.
He is feeling!
He is the worm that has been eating at the core of our great society! And I ...
I have brought him for your justice.
[Preston] Ugh!
[Brandt] I told you I'd make my career with you, Preston.
***
[Brandt] [To Vice-Council] Vice-Council ...
this man is guilty ...
of consorting with sense offenders ...
of having relations with a female ...
of sense crime itself.
[Secretary] Dispatch a search team to the Cleric's quarters ...
to search for unused Prozium --
[Brandt] Uh, that won't be necessary, sir. If you'll run the trace record on his side arm ...
you will find that it was he ...
who was with the sweeper team when they were murdered.
[Dupont] Cleric, I assume you have something to say to me.
[Preston] I know it's hard to believe ...
[spits]
that a Cleric of the Tetragrammaton ...
could turn his back on everything that he's been taught, would become associated with the resistance ...
even becoming a champion in its underground.
But it's true.
I promised that I would bring you that man.
And I have.
Cleric Brandt ...
[Brandt] Sir?
[Dupont] [To Brandt] The trace shows that it was your gun ...
in the nether with the sweepers.
[Brandt] That's impossible.
[Tetragrammaton] [Guns cock]
[Brandt] [Looking at his gun, which is Preston's gun] This is wrong.
[Remembering: "Preston: I think, in the end ...
it'll be better if you have it."]
He switched them. He switched them. See, I have his gun now.
[Preston] Of course you do. You took it when you arrested me.
[Brandt] What?
[Dupont] Take him to the Hall of Destruction for summary judgment and combustion.
[Brandt] Wait, wait, wait, wait. I can explain.
Uh, sir, I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!
This is a mistake!
[Tetragrammaton] [Take Brandt from the room]
[Dupont] Of course, since a complaint has been lodged ...
law and the letter is that I allow a team to carry out the search of your premises.
Do you think that's entirely necessary, Cleric, or am I being too exacting?
[Preston] As you say, sir, it's the law and the letter.
[Dupont] And it doesn't disturb you in the least that your colleague is going to his end?
[Preston] The only thing that disturbs me, sir ...
is that I am Father's instrument against the underground, and yet I've never had the honor of meeting him.
[Dupont] Hmm. Yes, but, Cleric, you know that Father never grants an audience to anyone.
[Preston] Even to the man who brings him the resistance?
[Dupont] [Hands him the key to his handcuffs]
***
[Preston] [Tires screech]
[Tetragrammaton] Sorry, sir. Just a formality.
The search team will be up momentarily.
[Preston] Excellent. I have nothing to hide.
[Preston] [Bounds up the stairs]
[Runs down the hall]
[Composes himself before his door]
[Walks in calmly]
[Tetragrammaton] The search teams are already inside, sir.
[Beeps]
[Preston] Excellent.
[Men speaking indistinctly in distance]
[Preston] [Hurrying towards bathroom cabinet]
[Takes cabinet off wall]
[Prozium is gone]
[Robbie] Looking for something?
If I were you ...
I'd be more careful in the future.
[Hands his dad his Prozium]
[Preston] How long?
[Robbie] Since mom.
[Preston] And Lisa?
[Robbie] Of course.
[Preston] How did you know?
[Robbie] You forget ...
It's my job to know what you're thinking.
[Preston] Then you know what I'm gonna do now.
[Robbie] [Smiles]
***
[Proctor] You have a message for the Vice-Council?
[Preston] It's done. I've located the resistance. Come now.
You'll have them all.
[Hangs up phone]
***
[Resistance] [Is rounded up and put into trucks]
[Jurgen] [Resists going into truck]
[Truck door closes]
***
[Proctor] Do not address Father unless first addressed by him.
Avoid eye contact. If you should break his personal security zone, you will be immediately put down by snipers. Is that understood? You'll be required to surrender your firearm, of course ...
and then there's the test.
[Preston] Test?
[Proctor] Yes. You didn't imagine we would risk exposing Father to even such a dedicated servant as yourself ...
without first having tested you, did you?
Please.
[Indicates the way]
[Mechanical whirring]
[Father] [Speaking indistinctly]
[Tetragrammaton] Cleric ...
your weapon, please.
[Interrogator] Here.
Sit.
We'll start with a test question first.
[Snaps fingers]
More of a riddle, actually.
What would you say is the easiest way ...
to get a weapon away from a Grammaton Cleric?
[Tetragrammaton] [Guns cocking]
[Brandt] You ask him for it.
[Polygraph needle goes wild]
[Brandt] I told you I'd make my career with you, Cleric.
[Laughing]
[Father] to combine the capacity ...
Preston ...
Brandt's job was simple -- to make you feel like you'd won, to make you feel safe.
For years, I tried to infiltrate an agent into the underground, until it hit me --
in order to pass undetected into their midst, in order to be trusted by them, my provocateur would have to think like them, and would have to feel like them. But where to find such a man --
a man with the capacity to feel, who didn't yet know it?
[Preston] But, we've never met.
[Father] No?
[Father morphs into Dupont]
[Dupont] Don't look so surprised, Preston.
Why should Father be more real than any other political puppet?
The real Father died years ago. The Council simply elected me to pursue his paternal tradition. And you, Preston, the supposed savior of the resistance, are now its destroyer ...
and, along with them, you've given me yourself ...
calmly, coolly ...
entirely without incident.
[Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly]
[Preston] No.
[Beeping]
[Technician] Oh ...
Shit.
[Preston] Not without incident.
[Releases his guns from his sleeves and starts shooting]
I'm coming.
[Shoots Father's image on the TV]
[Throws grenades]
[Tetragrammaton] [Shoot at Preston]
[Preston] [Jumps, twirls and shoots]
[Still shooting]
[Tetragrammaton] [Shoot back]
[Preston] [Shooting]
[Doing somersaults]
[Shooting]
[Shooting]
[Shooting]
[Enters Dupont's Luxurious Office]
[Dupont] You really should learn to knock.
[Brandt] [Laughs]
[Preston] [Enters room]
[Is immediately surrounded by many Tetragrammaton]
[Dupont] How did it feel, Preston?
[Smiles]
[Tetragrammaton] [Growls softly]
[Preston] [Smiles]
[Starts slashing]
[Tetragrammaton] Agh!
[Tetragrammaton] Ugh! Ugh! Uhh-ah!
[Tetragrammaton] Wah!
[Tetragrammaton] Ugh! Agh! Uhh!
[Tetragrammaton] Ugh!
[Tetragrammaton] Ugh!
[Tetragrammaton] Aggh!
[Tetragrammaton] Aggh!
[Preston kills everyone]
[Dupont] [Looks worried]
[Brandt] [Looks worried]
[Brandt and Dupont look at each other]
[Brandt] [Grabs a sword]
[to Preston] Mind the uniform, Cleric.
[Whooshing]
[Brandt] I plan to be wearing it for a long time.
[Brandt & Preston fight]
[Preston] [Slices off Brandt's face]
[Preston] [Drops his guns]
[Brandt] [Drops his sword]
[Dupont] [Looks sick]
[Brandt's face falls off]
[Thud]
[Dupont] Be careful, Preston.
You're treading on my dreams.
[Grabs his gun]
[Preston] [Rolls and fires]
[Brandt & Preston fighting]
[Dupont] Ohh!
[Preston] [Points his gun at Brandt]
[Brandt] Wait. Wait.
Look at me. Look at me.
[Breathing heavily]
I'm life. I live, I -- I breathe ...
[Breathes deeply]
I feel. Now that you know it, can you really take it? Is it really worth the price?
[Preston] I pay it gladly.
[Shoots Dupont]
[Dupont falls dead]
[Thud]
[Preston] [Walks out of room where everyone is dead]
[Father] The following items have been rated EC-10 --
condemned.
[Speaking indistinctly]
[Preston] [Kills Tetragrammaton]
[Thud]
[Father] In the 19th century ...
[Preston] [Holding his guns]
[Workers] [All shouting indistinctly ]
[Father] world to its knees. Two millennia ago, in his conquest of the known world ...
Alexander the Great slaughtered ...
more than one million human beings.
Three centuries later, purely out of jealousy ...
Gaius Germanicus, "Caligula," murdered his own sister ...
impregnated with his own child.
[MARQUIS DE SADE] All religions are based on a false premise, Therese. They all believe in God the Creator. But this Creator does not exist. Is there one religion that does not bear the emblem of fraud and stupidity? But one that especially deserves our contempt and our hatred is the barbarous law of Christianity, our birthright. You rely on a vengeful God. Don't be foolish Therese. This God of yours is but a chimera that is found only in the minds of madmen. It's a phantom invented by wicked men, whose only purpose is to deceive them, or to arm them against one another.
If this Lord really existed, with all the flaws that have appeared in his work, how could we see him as anything but contemptible and heinous?
If there were a God, there would be less evil on earth.
Look, your ear is still bleeding. It's not a crime to depict the bizarre habits that nature inspires within us. No, Therese, there is no God. Nature is enough. This god-like phantom, born out of ignorance and fear, is nothing more than a revolting platitude, which is not even worth a fraction of our time. It is a pitiful extravagance that disgusts the spirit, sickens the heart, and that should forever return to the darkness whence it came!
If your God does exist, I hate him!
[THERESE] Yes, God exists! God exists!
--
The Milky Way, directed by Luis Bunuel
In the --
[Preston] [Shoots another TV picture of Father]
[Electricity crackles]
[Preston] [Shooting TV machines]
[Father] [Speaking indistinctly, echoing]
[Preston] [Shooting]
[Father] items have been rated EC-10 ...
[Preston] [Shooting]
[Father] rated condemned, destroyed.
[TVs sputtering]
[Father] items have been rated ....
[TVs all quiet]
[Captain] As this is Montag's home, I think, perhaps, he should do the honors.
What are you doing in there! Have you gone mad?
Come on, get back in there! Just the books! The books!
What do you think you're doing? There's no need for that!
--
Fahrenheit 451, directed by Francois Truffaut
[Silence]
[Preston] [Walks through Tetragrammaton door to look at the city, which is starting to burn]
[Rumbling]
[Rumbling continues]
[Lisa] [Letting the dog lick her hand]
[Robbie] [Smiling]
[Indistinct shouting, gunfire]
[Rebels] [Rebelling]
[Shouting continues]
[Men cheering]
[Preston] [Holding Mary's red ribbon]
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY KURT WIMMER
[Slow instrumental music plays]
PRODUCED BY JAN DE BONT, LUCAS FOSTER
CO-PRODUCER SUE BADEN-POWELL
[indistinct singing]
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: BOB WEINSTEIN, HARVEY WEINSTEIN, ANDREW RONA
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: NINON TANTET
CINEMATOGRAPHER: DION BEEBE, A.C.S.
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: WOLF KROEGER
EDITED BY: TOM ROLF, A.C.E., WILLIAM YEH
COSTUME DESIGNER: JOSEPH PORRO
MUSIC BY KLAUS BADELT
CHRISTIAN BALE
EMILY WATSON
TAYE DIGGS
ANGUS MACFADYEN
SEAN BEAN
SEAN PERTWEE
MATTHEW HARBOUR
AND WILLIAM FICHTNER
CASTING BY JUEL BESTROP, JEANNE MCCARTHY; EUROPEAN CASTING BY LUCINDA SYSON, CDG
VISUAL EFFECTS SUPERVISOR: TIM MCGOVERN
DIGITAL CITYSCAPES CREATED BY DIGITAL FIREPOWER, INC.
A BLUE TULIP PRODUCTION
CAST (IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE): Seamus: Dominic Purcell; John Preston: Christian Bale; Partridge: Sean Bean; Officer in Charge: Christian Kahrmann; Chemist: John Keogh; Father: Sean Pertwee; Jurgen: William Fichtner; Dupont: Angus MacFadyen; Evidentiary Storage Officer: David Barrash; Gate Guard: Dirk Martens; Brandt: Taye Diggs; Robbie Preston: Matthew Harbour; Preston's Wife: Maria Pia Calzone; Lisa Preston: Emily Siewert; Mary O'Brien: Emily Watson; Enforcer Commander: Mike Smith; Gate Guard: Florian Fitz; Lead Sweeper: Daniel Lee; Rebel Leader: Francesco Calabras; Rebel Victim: Kurt Wimmer
Crematory Technician: Anatole Taubmann; Reading Room Proprietor: Brian Connelly; Viviana Preston: Alexa Summer; Dupont's Secretary: Brian Cook; Search Coordinator: Mehmet Kurtulus; Proctor: David Hemmings; Interrogator: Klaus Schindler; Polygraph Technician: Oliver Brandl