Studio One (1948–1958): Season 6, Episode 1 - 1984 - full transcript
In a totalitarian future society, Winston Smith, whose daily work is re-writing history, tries to rebel by falling in love.
This is a story
about the future.
Not the distant
future of spaceships
and men from other planets,
but the immediate future.
This is a story about tomorrow.
What happens to the people
in this story might happen to us,
might happen to you.
If we should ever relax
in our fight for freedom,
if we should ever
allow any individuals
or any group of individuals to
reduce our freedom of thought,
our freedom of speech,
our freedom of religion,
then what happens to the people
in this story will happen to us.
By 1984,
the world has been split
into three great superstates...
Oceania, Eurasia, Eastasia.
In one combination or another,
these three states
are permanently at war
and have been so
for the past 25 years.
In these centers
of civilization,
the seizing of power by a
minority party within the state
seems a natural, unavoidable
condition of survival.
In this state, freedom
has ceased to exist.
With the development
of television,
when it had become possible
to receive and to
transmit simultaneously,
private life has come to an end.
In every room, in every street,
there are telescreens
watching every move,
hearing every spoken word.
The Party rules by brutal force,
by thought control
through the Thought Police.
Past history is falsified
and continually reshaped
to fit the present.
Outlawed are emotions.
Outlawed is
independent thinking.
Even the possession
of things of beauty
or things of any aesthetic
value, like books or paintings,
is labeled a crime.
This is the story
of Winston Smith.
This, then, may well
be the picture in 1984.
Returns now completed
of the output of all
classes of consumer goods
show that the standard of living
has risen by no less than 20%
over the past year.
All over Oceania this morning,
there were irrepressible,
spontaneous demonstrations
when workers marched
out of factories and offices
and paraded through
the streets with banners,
voicing their
gratitude to Big Brother
for the new, happy life
which his wise leadership
has bestowed upon us.
Today's rally of the Anti-Love
League in Victory Square
was interrupted while
this news was broadcast.
The members of
this glorious league,
those women who have
renounced all interest in men
to dedicate themselves
to the service of the State,
can be especially proud
of this achievement.
Most of them have devoted
many hours of selfless labor
to exceeding the quota...
Very good, Smith.
Set up by the Ministry of Plenty
at the beginning of the year.
In his speech today,
Big Brother called them a
shining example to their sex
and authorized the wearing
of a special scarlet sash
by all members.
This sash is being
worn for the first time
in this afternoon's parade.
This morning the
saboteurs Lewis and Sengel
were executed publicly.
Before the hanging,
both freely confessed
to a long list of crimes,
including membership
of the underground,
the spreading of rumors
calculated to
undermine the war effort,
criminal thinking, and the
writing of seditious literature.
Each requested permission
to thank Big Brother
for preventing them
from causing further harm.
As the rope was placed about
the neck of the traitor Lewis,
he was heard to
call in a clear voice,
"Long live Big Brother."
"Down with Big Brother."
"Down..."
Up with your hands.
You're a traitor! You're
a thought-criminal!
You're a Eurasian spy!
I'll kill you! I'll
vaporize you!
I'll send you to the salt mine!
Quieter now, Selina.
Quieter.
Oh, you can't blame
her for her enthusiasm.
This is her evening
with the Youth Spies.
I was just as enthusiastic
about the organization
when I was her age.
It was just beginning
in those days.
But even then we had an
exciting time spying on our friends.
I had an uncle who got
five years imprisonment
on the strength of
one of my reports.
I was only 10 at the time.
I thought we might walk with
Selina to the Spies' rendezvous.
And then we can go on
to the Community Center,
stop at the Chestnut Tree
for a gin if you like, huh?
- Yes, yes. Fine.
- All right.
Come on, Selina.
Smith!
Outer Party members have to
wear their identification badges
in the evening.
Don't forget again.
This one. We might disturb them.
Don't you recognize them?
No.
Jones and Rutherford.
Oh, yes.
I saw a photograph
of them in The Times.
Big Brother has just appointed
them to the Inner Party circle.
They seem to be
waiting for something.
Don't show so much interest.
They might resent it.
Uh, two gins, please.
Two Victory Gins.
Oh, that kid of mine.
It's first-rate training
they give them in the
Youth Spies nowadays.
Better than in my day, even.
Did I tell you about the time
she set fire to the old
market woman's skirt
because she saw her wrapping
up sausages in a poster of BB?
It burned her quite
badly, I believe.
Long live BB.
Long live BB.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Nothing.
You've got an expressive face.
That could bring you trouble.
You know BB's attitude
toward any kind of liaison
between Party members.
If my face expressed
anything for that girl,
it expressed disgust.
And you know her?
I see her sometimes
at the Ministry of Truth.
She works in another department.
- Y-You've never spoken to her.
- Oh, no. No.
She watches me.
If you let me give
you some advice,
I think you should spend more
time at the Community Center.
Don't want the Thought
Police to start checking.
See you later, then.
Another gin... uh, Victory Gin.
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold... ♪
Ooh. You're the gentleman
who bought the diary.
Was there something
else you liked?
Well, I was just passing by.
I thought I'd look in, you know?
What's this?
It's coral from
the Indian Ocean.
They used to embed
it in glass like that.
Must be 100 years old or more.
What a beautiful thing.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Not beauty as we know
it nowadays, of course.
It serves no useful purpose.
Uh, how much is it?
I can let you have it for $4.
Thank you.
There's another room upstairs
you might care to look at.
This way, please.
There's not much in it.
Just a few pieces.
We... We lived here
until my wife died.
Not many things left now.
There's no telescreen.
I suppose it wasn't
worth putting one here.
Nobody's lived in this
room for many years.
You must have been a grown
man by the time I was born.
You remember the days
before the Revolution,
with the oppression,
the injustice, poverty?
Vaguely. Vaguely.
You see, I've let the
world pass me by.
This is my world.
These are my treasures.
Not many now.
Not many.
Oh, I'd better let you go.
I'm keeping you
from your customer.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Oh, perhaps you'd
like to look around
while I serve the young lady.
No. I-I haven't time.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Everybody's in such
a hurry nowadays.
Attention.
Policy Directive number 434B...
For the last hours of the day,
updating all speeches
of past six months.
Records Department
will immediately revise
all newspaper
reports of the past
to conform with this
present directive.
No documentary evidence
conflicting with this
must remain on
any files after April 9.
Stand by for
further instructions.
231... Smith.
The reporting of Big
Brother's Order for the Day
in The Times of
December 3, 1983,
is extremely unsatisfactory
and makes reference
to nonexistent persons
like Jones and Rutherford.
Rewrite in full.
Destroy current
edition of Times.
End.
Current edition destroyed.
Times, January 3, 1983.
483... Syme.
Yes.
Times, December 19, 1983.
In view of Policy
Directive 425B,
official forecasts of the
output of consumption
contain 83 misprints.
Alter prediction figures
to match results quoted
in today's directive.
Back numbers.
Oh. Uh...
I'm sorry about this photograph.
Jones and Rutherford.
It... It was between
the pages of The Times.
What photograph?
I don't see any photograph.
No photograph of the traitors
Jones and Rutherford exists,
does it?
No.
You seem to me a valuable man.
I'd like to talk to
you sometime.
Here is my address.
I'm usually at home
in the evenings.
Attention, citizens.
Take your places for
the Two Minutes Hate.
Citizens, we are
at war with Eurasia,
but the archenemy is
one of our own people,
the traitor Cassandra.
He is just now speaking
from the Eurasian capital.
Look at him, citizens.
Listen to him.
Of today is a bare,
hungry, dilapidated place
compared to the world that
existed before the Revolution.
But next we thank Big Brother.
Thank him for this.
This is his achievement.
- Traitor!
- But who is Big Brother,
this being who has all
knowledge, all wisdom,
all happiness, all virtue?
- Boo! Traitor!
- He is a face on the hoardings.
He may not even exist.
Yet he says, "Go to
war," and you go to war.
Today you are at
war with Eurasia.
Tomorrow perhaps with Eastasia.
It doesn't matter.
The primary aim
of modern warfare
is to use up the
products of the machine
without raising the
general standard of living.
For if leisure and security
were enjoyed by all alike,
great masses of human beings
who normally are
stupefied by poverty
would become literate and
would learn to think for themselves.
And once they had done this,
they would sooner
or later realize
that the privileged
minority had no function,
and they would sweep it away.
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
Thank you.
231... Smith.
Times, March 17, 1984.
Prediction in Big Brother's
speech of previous day
wrongly reported.
Figures given by Big Brother
would, as always, be correct.
Alter prediction figures
to those now given in
policy directive 425B.
Back issues.
Attention!
The arrival of the
Eurasian prisoners
can be expected at any moment.
Those dirty cowards
who surrendered
to our triumphant armies
are now on their way.
Down with Eurasia!
Can you hear me?
Get Sunday afternoon off.
Then listen.
Go to the central station.
Take the train to South Meadow.
Follow the river until
you reach a fallen tree.
Go through the bushes
at the left and look for me.
I'll come when I can.
Move away from me.
Down with Eurasia!
We're safe here.
I wasn't followed.
There's no telescreen.
I know. I-I looked
while I was waiting.
I've been here before.
Takes a little while to
get adjusted to a place
where you can't be overheard.
Or watched?
Yes, or watched.
I can look at you now.
Until this moment, I didn't
know what color your eyes were.
You can look at them now.
You can look as
long as you like.
Oh.
I don't even know your name.
It's... It's Julia.
But I know your name.
You're Winston... Winston Smith.
How did you find that out?
Well, I guess I'm better at
finding out things than you are.
Tell me...
What did you think of me before
that day I gave you the note?
I imagined you had something
to do with the Thought Police,
from your general appearance.
You're young and fresh,
healthy. I-I thought probably...
You thought I was a
good Party member.
If I had a chance, I'd denounce
you as a thought-criminal.
Something like that.
A lot of young girls are that
way nowadays, you know?
The...
Oh.
Oh. I-I've got
something here for you.
Oh.
Here.
Mmm.
Chocolate?
Chocolate. Yes.
I remember when I was a
child. Where did you get this?
It's black market.
Oh, actually, I only appear
to be a good Party member.
I was a troop leader
with the Spies.
I do voluntary work for the
Junior Anti-Love League.
I carry one end of the
banner in the procession.
I yell with the crowd.
It's the only way to be safe.
What could you see to
attract you to a man like me?
You're... You're 10, 15
years younger than I am.
It was something in your
face. I thought I'd take a chance.
I'm good at spotting
people who don't belong.
Soon as I saw you, I knew
you were against the Party.
It's no one, darling. It's
just probably a rabbit.
Oh.
What?
Julia, you're too young
to fall in their hands.
I-I can't let you
take this risk for me.
I'm taking this risk
for my own sake.
Forget that sash.
I'm not dedicated to
the welfare of the State.
Oh, darling, they
can't control love yet.
It's a world worth a few risks.
Oh!
I've grown fond of air
raids in the last six weeks.
With luck, we can live as
we choose for a little while.
Oh, yes. But only
for a little while.
You know that, don't you?
The moment we fell in
love, we were doomed.
They'll find us eventually.
We can't look
forward to any future.
- We're the dead.
- Now, stop talking like that.
Don't talk about dying.
Don't you enjoy being
alive? Don't you like feeling?
Darling, this is me.
These are my hands.
These are my lips.
I'm real and I'm alive
and aren't you glad of that?
Oh.
They're... They're
gonna ring the bells again.
It's time for the all clear.
We'll have to leave.
Is it always to be like this?
Clinging to each other
every time we meet,
listening for footsteps,
having to pass each
other in the street
and pretend not to
recognize one another?
Julia, I know a
place we can meet.
Once, when you
came into a junk shop
- in the People's Quarter?
- Oh, I remember.
Above the shop, there's
a room nobody lives in.
Shall I rent that room?
Oh, rent that room.
Oh. Isn't the young
lady with you?
We'll never arrive together.
Of course not.
How stupid of me.
There's... There's another
entry through the backyard.
Oh, but perhaps I told you that.
I forget things.
I'm afraid it won't be as
peaceful here as you would like.
Oh, it isn't often
you hear singing.
Maybe that's the young lady now.
I'll leave you.
Privacy is precious.
Oh. Hello.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Oh.
I was afraid you
wouldn't get here.
Oh. You! You worry too much.
Look. Look what
I've got to show you.
Oh, gosh.
Look at this.
Look!
Sugar!
Real sugar! Not saccharin!
And look, darling.
I've got a loaf of
bread... Real white bread!
And... And here. Here's this.
We've got a pot of jam.
And I've got a...
I've got a tin of milk.
And... And this!
Coffee.
- It's real coffee!
- That's real coffee.
- Where did you get all this?
- It's all Inner Party stuff.
There's nothing they don't have.
Sweetheart, I want you to
turn your back for just a minute.
Just a minute!
Just stay that way.
♪ It was only a hopeless fancy ♪
♪ It passed like an April day ♪
♪ But along... ♪
You can turn around now.
In this room, I'm
going to be a woman.
Oh!
Oh, sometimes, I wish there
was a telescreen in this room
just so I can show
those bloodless swine
what a woman really looks like.
Darling, what is this for?
Oh. That serves
no useful purpose.
It's only beautiful.
Rat!
Oh!
Some of those streets,
a woman daren't leave a
baby alone for two minutes.
Darling, what's the ma... What?
What's the matter?
Honey, what is it? Did
it make you feel sick?
Tell me.
What?
Once, when I was a child...
I'm sorry.
Oh, sweetheart.
We... We all have something
we fear more than anything else.
- Oh, you didn't break.
- No.
I'm glad.
That coral protected
by the crystal...
is to me like our life
together in this room
protected from the
fear and the terror
that seems to be all that's
left in the outside world.
Look at me.
Yes, I look at you.
And for a moment,
the fear is gone.
But only for a moment.
Lies out there
waiting, like that rat.
It's what they've
made of our lives!
Oh, darling.
I can't go on like this.
I've got to fight!
If I only knew somebody
in the underground.
Well, I'm glad you don't,
because no one in the
underground lives very long.
If I knew there was such
a thing as an underground,
not just another
diabolical invention
to keep the people
in constant hysteria.
There's someone at
the Ministry of Truth.
Guy named O'Brien.
I think he's against them.
He's... He's a member
of the Inner Party.
I trust O'Brien.
Not long ago, he could've turned
me over to the Thought Police,
but he didn't.
He gave me his address.
Wanted me to call on him.
Don't trust a member of the
Inner Party about anything.
Darling, if once they
should get hold of us,
there could be nothing...
Absolutely nothing that either
of us could do for the other!
If they catch us, what
we say or do won't matter.
Only if they could
stop our love...
That would be a real betrayal.
They can't do that.
- Never, never, never.
- Never.
Oh, now can we have some coffee
and forget everything except
ourselves for a little while?
For a little while.
The traitors Jones
and Rutherford
have now publicly
confessed their guilt.
Confronted with evidence,
they readily admitted
that, despite the clemency
shown by Big Brother
in the victory amnesty of 1983,
they had engaged in fresh
and more hideous conspiracies
against the State.
Among the crimes to
which they confessed
were the embezzlement
of public funds,
the murder of many
trusted Party members,
immoral relationships
with women of the Party,
and being in communication
with the archtraitor Cassandra.
A news flash has this moment
arrived from the Malabar front.
Our forces in south India
have won a glorious victory
over the Eurasian hordes.
The action may...
bring the war within
measurable distance of its end.
You can turn it off?
Yes, we can turn it off.
We have that privilege.
We've come here because...
Shall I say it or will you?
No.
I'll say it.
We believe there's a conspiracy,
some kind of an organization
working against the State,
and that you are involved in it.
We want to join it
and to work for it.
Now, I tell you this because...
the only way we can
show evidence of good faith
is by putting ourselves
at your mercy.
Martin is one of us.
I think it's fitting
that we should begin
by drinking a toast.
It's called wine.
Not much of it gets to
the Outer Party, I'm afraid.
Is there anything you
would like to propose?
To the future and to the past.
To a time when thought is free
and men are different
from one another
and do not live alone.
To a time when truth exists and
what is done cannot be undone.
Hmm.
In general terms, then,
what are you prepared to do?
Anything we're capable of.
Are you prepared
to give up your lives?
- Yes.
- Prepared to commit murder?
Yes.
To betray your country
to foreign powers?
Yes.
Are you prepared, the
two of you, to separate
and never see one another again?
No.
No.
Leave us now, Martin.
But before you go,
take a good look at
these citizens' faces.
You'll be seeing them again.
You understand, of course,
that you will be
fighting in the dark.
You will always be in the dark.
I will send you a book
from which you will learn
the true nature of
the society we live in
and the strategy by
which we shall destroy it.
Cassandra's book.
When you receive orders,
they will come from me.
I assume you have a
hiding place of some kind.
Number 1 Spencer Lane.
- It's a room above a junk shop.
- Yes.
Do you carry a
briefcase with you?
- Usually.
- What is it like?
Black. Shabby. Two straps.
For the next two
days, carry it empty.
A man will touch you on the arm
and claim you have
the wrong briefcase.
Take the one he
offers you in exchange.
In it will be Cassandra's book.
When you've read that, we
will arrange to meet again.
And now, I'm afraid,
it's time for you to go.
Even for members
of the Inner Party,
it's unwise to leave
the screen turned off
for more than a few
minutes at a time.
There is still
hope for the world.
There is still hope.
Tomorrow, in
celebration of the victory,
Big Brother has ordered
200 Eurasian prisoners
publicly hanged
on Execution Hill.
♪ A hopeless fancy ♪
♪ It passed like an April day ♪
♪ But a look and a word ♪
♪ And the dreams they stirred ♪
♪ They have stolen... ♪
- I've got the book!
- What book?
Somebody stopped
me in the square
and gave me this briefcase.
The coffee's ready.
I just want to read
a few paragraphs.
Oh, we can read
it together later.
This is the book I've heard
about ever since I can remember.
This is the truth.
It's only words, darling.
It can change nothing.
Don't you want to understand?
No.
Julia.
Yes?
What do you want?
I want us to be together
for as long as possible.
I want us to be happy.
I don't want to
destroy what we have.
But you came with
me to visit O'Brien.
I couldn't let you go alone.
It would be too dangerous.
You're not interested
in the underground?
Or in Cassandra's book?
No, Winston. It won't
make things better for us.
It'll make the future better.
What future? How far away?
A hundred years, probably.
In our lifetime, nothing
will be achieved!
Julie, Julie, Julie.
We are the dead, my darling.
You are the dead.
Stand in the middle of the room.
Stand in the middle of the room!
Stand back to back.
Clasp your hands
behind your heads.
Do not touch one another.
Take the woman.
No! Don't let them take me!
No!
No! No!
I warned you it wouldn't
be as peaceful here
as you would like.
Nothing is hidden
from the Thought Police.
That is something
you must learn.
Your education
is about to begin.
Can you... Can you tell me,
what becomes of the women?
When... When a woman...
Parsons.
They won't shoot me, will they?
They'll know my record!
What did... What
are you arrested for?
I... I talked in my sleep.
There I was,
trying to do my bit,
never knowing there was
any bad stuff in my mind at all.
Do you know what
they heard me say?
"Down with Big Brother."
I said that.
Said it over and
over again, it seems.
Between you and me,
I'm glad they got me
before it went any further.
Do you know what
I'm going to say
when I go up
before the tribunal?
"Thank you," I'm going to say.
"Thank you... for saving
me before it was too late."
Who denounced you?
My... My little girl
heard what I was saying.
I... I don't bear her
any grudge for it.
Shows I brought her up
in the right spirit, anyway.
Room 101.
No. No! No!
I told you everything!
Take my wife and children!
- Room 101!
- Don't take me, please!
No!
What's Room 101?
What's Room 101?
They won't shoot me
for going off the track
just once, will they?
O'Brien.
Oh. They got you, too.
They got me a long time ago.
For seven years, you've
been in my keeping.
For seven years, I
have watched over you.
Don't be too impatient to
find out about Room 101.
You'll find out
about it in time.
You'll learn many things.
I intend to take a personal
interest in your education.
There are some preliminaries
to be gone through here.
Some confessions have
to be extracted from you.
Of course, you must expect a
certain amount of discomfort.
Things will happen to you
from which you could not recover
if you lived a thousand years.
But when those formalities
have been completed,
you'll be brought to me.
We will talk.
I look forward to it
with great anticipation.
Time has come, Winston.
The past few weeks should
have brought you closer
to the understanding of
Big Brother's teachings.
Why do you think you've
been brought here?
To make you confess?
To punish you?
No.
To make you sane.
To cure you.
We're not interested in any
crimes you've committed.
The thought is all
the Party cares about.
The thought.
We do not merely destroy
our enemies, Winston.
We change them.
We wash their brains clean.
And do not imagine
that you can be a martyr,
that the past will
vindicate you...
The past nor the future.
For the future will
never hear of you.
You'll be annihilated in the
past as well as in the future.
You will never have existed.
Before we begin the more
serious part of our discussion,
are there any questions
that you would like to ask?
What have you done with Julia?
Oh, she betrayed you, Winston.
Immediately. Immediately
and irrevocably.
All her rebelliousness,
her deceit, her folly...
Everything has
been burnt out of her.
It was a perfect
conversion. Textbook case.
You tortured her.
Next question?
Does Cassandra exist?
Does the underground exist?
That, Winston,
you will never know.
I'd like to show
you this machine.
It will help our
little discussion.
The pointer went
to 40 that time.
As you can see, the numbers
on the dial go up to 100.
Please remember
throughout our conversation
that I hold it in my power to
exert pain on you at any moment
and at whatever degree I choose.
Pain or death.
I'm afraid you would be unable
to survive more than, say, 80.
If you should lie at any time
or even fall below your
usual level of intelligence,
you will cry out
with pain instantly.
Do you understand?
Yes.
When we first spoke,
you had on your desk
a photograph of the traitors
Jones and Rutherford.
You believed it was some
sort of documentary evidence
that their confessions
were false.
I remember telling you that
the photograph never existed.
Well, it did exist.
It exists in my memory,
in your memory.
I do not remember it.
How can you abolish memory?
You haven't controlled mine.
On the contrary.
You haven't controlled it.
That is what has
brought you here.
You've been lacking in
self-discipline and humility.
How many fingers am
I holding up, Winston?
Four.
And if Big Brother were
to say not four but five,
then how many?
F-Four.
How many fingers, Winston?
F-Four.
- What else can I say?
- How many fingers, Winston?
Stop. S-Stop.
Anything you li... Five.
- No, no, Winston.
- Stop the pain.
Winston, that is no
use. You are lying.
You still think you see four.
How can I help
what I s... F-Five!
Two and two do not
always make four, Winston.
Sometimes they make five.
Again, how many
fingers am I holding up?
Five. I'm trying to see five.
Now, which do you wish...
To persuade me that you
see five or really to see five?
Really! Really!
Again, then... How many
fingers am I holding up?
Five! Five! Five!
Better.
Now, then.
Without any persuasion.
There are five fingers there.
Do you see five fingers?
You see how the
mind can be controlled?
There.
And now you are
thinking, perhaps,
"Yes, but I haven't
betrayed Julia."
Now, that is perfectly true.
You have not betrayed Julia.
Winston, you were... you were
once curious about Room 101.
It is not one room but many.
Over there, for instance.
Hm.
You're going to find out what
lies behind that door, Winston.
Come.
Yes.
We will tell you all about it.
In Room 101 is the
worst thing in the world.
Now, the worst thing in
the world varies, of course,
from individual to individual.
It may be, uh, burial alive
or death by fire or by drowning
or death by impalement.
Or any one of 50 deaths.
Winston, which death
is it you fear most?
No, you needn't tell me.
I think I know.
Once in that junk-shop
paradise of yours, a rat appeared.
A rat!
One small rat.
Do you remember how
it affected you, Winston?
- I see you do.
- No. No.
I think I know which death
it is you fear most, Winston.
Will you lead
the way or shall I?
N-No!
Take Julia!
Put Julia in... Not... Not me!
Put Julia!
Torture Julia, not me!
I can't... Please! Julia!
Oh, God! No! Put Julia!
Now you are wholly
ours, Winston.
You have been washed clean.
You will be set free tomorrow.
You'll be able
to sit in the sun.
You will be able to
devote your whole life
to loving no one
but Big Brother.
I betrayed you.
I betrayed you.
Sometimes they threaten
you with something.
Something you can't stand up to.
Something you can't think about.
And then you say,
"Do it to somebody else.
Do it to anyone.
Do it to so-and-so."
And then, afterwards,
you might pretend it's a trick
and that you didn't mean it.
But when it happens,
you do mean it.
All you care about is yourself.
All you care about is yourself.
And after that,
you don't feel the same towards
the other person any longer.
No. You don't feel the same.
I must go now.
I must go.
We must meet again.
Yes. Yes.
We must meet again sometime.
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we... ♪
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about the future.
Not the distant
future of spaceships
and men from other planets,
but the immediate future.
This is a story about tomorrow.
What happens to the people
in this story might happen to us,
might happen to you.
If we should ever relax
in our fight for freedom,
if we should ever
allow any individuals
or any group of individuals to
reduce our freedom of thought,
our freedom of speech,
our freedom of religion,
then what happens to the people
in this story will happen to us.
By 1984,
the world has been split
into three great superstates...
Oceania, Eurasia, Eastasia.
In one combination or another,
these three states
are permanently at war
and have been so
for the past 25 years.
In these centers
of civilization,
the seizing of power by a
minority party within the state
seems a natural, unavoidable
condition of survival.
In this state, freedom
has ceased to exist.
With the development
of television,
when it had become possible
to receive and to
transmit simultaneously,
private life has come to an end.
In every room, in every street,
there are telescreens
watching every move,
hearing every spoken word.
The Party rules by brutal force,
by thought control
through the Thought Police.
Past history is falsified
and continually reshaped
to fit the present.
Outlawed are emotions.
Outlawed is
independent thinking.
Even the possession
of things of beauty
or things of any aesthetic
value, like books or paintings,
is labeled a crime.
This is the story
of Winston Smith.
This, then, may well
be the picture in 1984.
Returns now completed
of the output of all
classes of consumer goods
show that the standard of living
has risen by no less than 20%
over the past year.
All over Oceania this morning,
there were irrepressible,
spontaneous demonstrations
when workers marched
out of factories and offices
and paraded through
the streets with banners,
voicing their
gratitude to Big Brother
for the new, happy life
which his wise leadership
has bestowed upon us.
Today's rally of the Anti-Love
League in Victory Square
was interrupted while
this news was broadcast.
The members of
this glorious league,
those women who have
renounced all interest in men
to dedicate themselves
to the service of the State,
can be especially proud
of this achievement.
Most of them have devoted
many hours of selfless labor
to exceeding the quota...
Very good, Smith.
Set up by the Ministry of Plenty
at the beginning of the year.
In his speech today,
Big Brother called them a
shining example to their sex
and authorized the wearing
of a special scarlet sash
by all members.
This sash is being
worn for the first time
in this afternoon's parade.
This morning the
saboteurs Lewis and Sengel
were executed publicly.
Before the hanging,
both freely confessed
to a long list of crimes,
including membership
of the underground,
the spreading of rumors
calculated to
undermine the war effort,
criminal thinking, and the
writing of seditious literature.
Each requested permission
to thank Big Brother
for preventing them
from causing further harm.
As the rope was placed about
the neck of the traitor Lewis,
he was heard to
call in a clear voice,
"Long live Big Brother."
"Down with Big Brother."
"Down..."
Up with your hands.
You're a traitor! You're
a thought-criminal!
You're a Eurasian spy!
I'll kill you! I'll
vaporize you!
I'll send you to the salt mine!
Quieter now, Selina.
Quieter.
Oh, you can't blame
her for her enthusiasm.
This is her evening
with the Youth Spies.
I was just as enthusiastic
about the organization
when I was her age.
It was just beginning
in those days.
But even then we had an
exciting time spying on our friends.
I had an uncle who got
five years imprisonment
on the strength of
one of my reports.
I was only 10 at the time.
I thought we might walk with
Selina to the Spies' rendezvous.
And then we can go on
to the Community Center,
stop at the Chestnut Tree
for a gin if you like, huh?
- Yes, yes. Fine.
- All right.
Come on, Selina.
Smith!
Outer Party members have to
wear their identification badges
in the evening.
Don't forget again.
This one. We might disturb them.
Don't you recognize them?
No.
Jones and Rutherford.
Oh, yes.
I saw a photograph
of them in The Times.
Big Brother has just appointed
them to the Inner Party circle.
They seem to be
waiting for something.
Don't show so much interest.
They might resent it.
Uh, two gins, please.
Two Victory Gins.
Oh, that kid of mine.
It's first-rate training
they give them in the
Youth Spies nowadays.
Better than in my day, even.
Did I tell you about the time
she set fire to the old
market woman's skirt
because she saw her wrapping
up sausages in a poster of BB?
It burned her quite
badly, I believe.
Long live BB.
Long live BB.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Nothing.
You've got an expressive face.
That could bring you trouble.
You know BB's attitude
toward any kind of liaison
between Party members.
If my face expressed
anything for that girl,
it expressed disgust.
And you know her?
I see her sometimes
at the Ministry of Truth.
She works in another department.
- Y-You've never spoken to her.
- Oh, no. No.
She watches me.
If you let me give
you some advice,
I think you should spend more
time at the Community Center.
Don't want the Thought
Police to start checking.
See you later, then.
Another gin... uh, Victory Gin.
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold... ♪
Ooh. You're the gentleman
who bought the diary.
Was there something
else you liked?
Well, I was just passing by.
I thought I'd look in, you know?
What's this?
It's coral from
the Indian Ocean.
They used to embed
it in glass like that.
Must be 100 years old or more.
What a beautiful thing.
Yes, it is beautiful.
Not beauty as we know
it nowadays, of course.
It serves no useful purpose.
Uh, how much is it?
I can let you have it for $4.
Thank you.
There's another room upstairs
you might care to look at.
This way, please.
There's not much in it.
Just a few pieces.
We... We lived here
until my wife died.
Not many things left now.
There's no telescreen.
I suppose it wasn't
worth putting one here.
Nobody's lived in this
room for many years.
You must have been a grown
man by the time I was born.
You remember the days
before the Revolution,
with the oppression,
the injustice, poverty?
Vaguely. Vaguely.
You see, I've let the
world pass me by.
This is my world.
These are my treasures.
Not many now.
Not many.
Oh, I'd better let you go.
I'm keeping you
from your customer.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Oh, perhaps you'd
like to look around
while I serve the young lady.
No. I-I haven't time.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Everybody's in such
a hurry nowadays.
Attention.
Policy Directive number 434B...
For the last hours of the day,
updating all speeches
of past six months.
Records Department
will immediately revise
all newspaper
reports of the past
to conform with this
present directive.
No documentary evidence
conflicting with this
must remain on
any files after April 9.
Stand by for
further instructions.
231... Smith.
The reporting of Big
Brother's Order for the Day
in The Times of
December 3, 1983,
is extremely unsatisfactory
and makes reference
to nonexistent persons
like Jones and Rutherford.
Rewrite in full.
Destroy current
edition of Times.
End.
Current edition destroyed.
Times, January 3, 1983.
483... Syme.
Yes.
Times, December 19, 1983.
In view of Policy
Directive 425B,
official forecasts of the
output of consumption
contain 83 misprints.
Alter prediction figures
to match results quoted
in today's directive.
Back numbers.
Oh. Uh...
I'm sorry about this photograph.
Jones and Rutherford.
It... It was between
the pages of The Times.
What photograph?
I don't see any photograph.
No photograph of the traitors
Jones and Rutherford exists,
does it?
No.
You seem to me a valuable man.
I'd like to talk to
you sometime.
Here is my address.
I'm usually at home
in the evenings.
Attention, citizens.
Take your places for
the Two Minutes Hate.
Citizens, we are
at war with Eurasia,
but the archenemy is
one of our own people,
the traitor Cassandra.
He is just now speaking
from the Eurasian capital.
Look at him, citizens.
Listen to him.
Of today is a bare,
hungry, dilapidated place
compared to the world that
existed before the Revolution.
But next we thank Big Brother.
Thank him for this.
This is his achievement.
- Traitor!
- But who is Big Brother,
this being who has all
knowledge, all wisdom,
all happiness, all virtue?
- Boo! Traitor!
- He is a face on the hoardings.
He may not even exist.
Yet he says, "Go to
war," and you go to war.
Today you are at
war with Eurasia.
Tomorrow perhaps with Eastasia.
It doesn't matter.
The primary aim
of modern warfare
is to use up the
products of the machine
without raising the
general standard of living.
For if leisure and security
were enjoyed by all alike,
great masses of human beings
who normally are
stupefied by poverty
would become literate and
would learn to think for themselves.
And once they had done this,
they would sooner
or later realize
that the privileged
minority had no function,
and they would sweep it away.
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
- BB! BB!
Thank you.
231... Smith.
Times, March 17, 1984.
Prediction in Big Brother's
speech of previous day
wrongly reported.
Figures given by Big Brother
would, as always, be correct.
Alter prediction figures
to those now given in
policy directive 425B.
Back issues.
Attention!
The arrival of the
Eurasian prisoners
can be expected at any moment.
Those dirty cowards
who surrendered
to our triumphant armies
are now on their way.
Down with Eurasia!
Can you hear me?
Get Sunday afternoon off.
Then listen.
Go to the central station.
Take the train to South Meadow.
Follow the river until
you reach a fallen tree.
Go through the bushes
at the left and look for me.
I'll come when I can.
Move away from me.
Down with Eurasia!
We're safe here.
I wasn't followed.
There's no telescreen.
I know. I-I looked
while I was waiting.
I've been here before.
Takes a little while to
get adjusted to a place
where you can't be overheard.
Or watched?
Yes, or watched.
I can look at you now.
Until this moment, I didn't
know what color your eyes were.
You can look at them now.
You can look as
long as you like.
Oh.
I don't even know your name.
It's... It's Julia.
But I know your name.
You're Winston... Winston Smith.
How did you find that out?
Well, I guess I'm better at
finding out things than you are.
Tell me...
What did you think of me before
that day I gave you the note?
I imagined you had something
to do with the Thought Police,
from your general appearance.
You're young and fresh,
healthy. I-I thought probably...
You thought I was a
good Party member.
If I had a chance, I'd denounce
you as a thought-criminal.
Something like that.
A lot of young girls are that
way nowadays, you know?
The...
Oh.
Oh. I-I've got
something here for you.
Oh.
Here.
Mmm.
Chocolate?
Chocolate. Yes.
I remember when I was a
child. Where did you get this?
It's black market.
Oh, actually, I only appear
to be a good Party member.
I was a troop leader
with the Spies.
I do voluntary work for the
Junior Anti-Love League.
I carry one end of the
banner in the procession.
I yell with the crowd.
It's the only way to be safe.
What could you see to
attract you to a man like me?
You're... You're 10, 15
years younger than I am.
It was something in your
face. I thought I'd take a chance.
I'm good at spotting
people who don't belong.
Soon as I saw you, I knew
you were against the Party.
It's no one, darling. It's
just probably a rabbit.
Oh.
What?
Julia, you're too young
to fall in their hands.
I-I can't let you
take this risk for me.
I'm taking this risk
for my own sake.
Forget that sash.
I'm not dedicated to
the welfare of the State.
Oh, darling, they
can't control love yet.
It's a world worth a few risks.
Oh!
I've grown fond of air
raids in the last six weeks.
With luck, we can live as
we choose for a little while.
Oh, yes. But only
for a little while.
You know that, don't you?
The moment we fell in
love, we were doomed.
They'll find us eventually.
We can't look
forward to any future.
- We're the dead.
- Now, stop talking like that.
Don't talk about dying.
Don't you enjoy being
alive? Don't you like feeling?
Darling, this is me.
These are my hands.
These are my lips.
I'm real and I'm alive
and aren't you glad of that?
Oh.
They're... They're
gonna ring the bells again.
It's time for the all clear.
We'll have to leave.
Is it always to be like this?
Clinging to each other
every time we meet,
listening for footsteps,
having to pass each
other in the street
and pretend not to
recognize one another?
Julia, I know a
place we can meet.
Once, when you
came into a junk shop
- in the People's Quarter?
- Oh, I remember.
Above the shop, there's
a room nobody lives in.
Shall I rent that room?
Oh, rent that room.
Oh. Isn't the young
lady with you?
We'll never arrive together.
Of course not.
How stupid of me.
There's... There's another
entry through the backyard.
Oh, but perhaps I told you that.
I forget things.
I'm afraid it won't be as
peaceful here as you would like.
Oh, it isn't often
you hear singing.
Maybe that's the young lady now.
I'll leave you.
Privacy is precious.
Oh. Hello.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Oh.
I was afraid you
wouldn't get here.
Oh. You! You worry too much.
Look. Look what
I've got to show you.
Oh, gosh.
Look at this.
Look!
Sugar!
Real sugar! Not saccharin!
And look, darling.
I've got a loaf of
bread... Real white bread!
And... And here. Here's this.
We've got a pot of jam.
And I've got a...
I've got a tin of milk.
And... And this!
Coffee.
- It's real coffee!
- That's real coffee.
- Where did you get all this?
- It's all Inner Party stuff.
There's nothing they don't have.
Sweetheart, I want you to
turn your back for just a minute.
Just a minute!
Just stay that way.
♪ It was only a hopeless fancy ♪
♪ It passed like an April day ♪
♪ But along... ♪
You can turn around now.
In this room, I'm
going to be a woman.
Oh!
Oh, sometimes, I wish there
was a telescreen in this room
just so I can show
those bloodless swine
what a woman really looks like.
Darling, what is this for?
Oh. That serves
no useful purpose.
It's only beautiful.
Rat!
Oh!
Some of those streets,
a woman daren't leave a
baby alone for two minutes.
Darling, what's the ma... What?
What's the matter?
Honey, what is it? Did
it make you feel sick?
Tell me.
What?
Once, when I was a child...
I'm sorry.
Oh, sweetheart.
We... We all have something
we fear more than anything else.
- Oh, you didn't break.
- No.
I'm glad.
That coral protected
by the crystal...
is to me like our life
together in this room
protected from the
fear and the terror
that seems to be all that's
left in the outside world.
Look at me.
Yes, I look at you.
And for a moment,
the fear is gone.
But only for a moment.
Lies out there
waiting, like that rat.
It's what they've
made of our lives!
Oh, darling.
I can't go on like this.
I've got to fight!
If I only knew somebody
in the underground.
Well, I'm glad you don't,
because no one in the
underground lives very long.
If I knew there was such
a thing as an underground,
not just another
diabolical invention
to keep the people
in constant hysteria.
There's someone at
the Ministry of Truth.
Guy named O'Brien.
I think he's against them.
He's... He's a member
of the Inner Party.
I trust O'Brien.
Not long ago, he could've turned
me over to the Thought Police,
but he didn't.
He gave me his address.
Wanted me to call on him.
Don't trust a member of the
Inner Party about anything.
Darling, if once they
should get hold of us,
there could be nothing...
Absolutely nothing that either
of us could do for the other!
If they catch us, what
we say or do won't matter.
Only if they could
stop our love...
That would be a real betrayal.
They can't do that.
- Never, never, never.
- Never.
Oh, now can we have some coffee
and forget everything except
ourselves for a little while?
For a little while.
The traitors Jones
and Rutherford
have now publicly
confessed their guilt.
Confronted with evidence,
they readily admitted
that, despite the clemency
shown by Big Brother
in the victory amnesty of 1983,
they had engaged in fresh
and more hideous conspiracies
against the State.
Among the crimes to
which they confessed
were the embezzlement
of public funds,
the murder of many
trusted Party members,
immoral relationships
with women of the Party,
and being in communication
with the archtraitor Cassandra.
A news flash has this moment
arrived from the Malabar front.
Our forces in south India
have won a glorious victory
over the Eurasian hordes.
The action may...
bring the war within
measurable distance of its end.
You can turn it off?
Yes, we can turn it off.
We have that privilege.
We've come here because...
Shall I say it or will you?
No.
I'll say it.
We believe there's a conspiracy,
some kind of an organization
working against the State,
and that you are involved in it.
We want to join it
and to work for it.
Now, I tell you this because...
the only way we can
show evidence of good faith
is by putting ourselves
at your mercy.
Martin is one of us.
I think it's fitting
that we should begin
by drinking a toast.
It's called wine.
Not much of it gets to
the Outer Party, I'm afraid.
Is there anything you
would like to propose?
To the future and to the past.
To a time when thought is free
and men are different
from one another
and do not live alone.
To a time when truth exists and
what is done cannot be undone.
Hmm.
In general terms, then,
what are you prepared to do?
Anything we're capable of.
Are you prepared
to give up your lives?
- Yes.
- Prepared to commit murder?
Yes.
To betray your country
to foreign powers?
Yes.
Are you prepared, the
two of you, to separate
and never see one another again?
No.
No.
Leave us now, Martin.
But before you go,
take a good look at
these citizens' faces.
You'll be seeing them again.
You understand, of course,
that you will be
fighting in the dark.
You will always be in the dark.
I will send you a book
from which you will learn
the true nature of
the society we live in
and the strategy by
which we shall destroy it.
Cassandra's book.
When you receive orders,
they will come from me.
I assume you have a
hiding place of some kind.
Number 1 Spencer Lane.
- It's a room above a junk shop.
- Yes.
Do you carry a
briefcase with you?
- Usually.
- What is it like?
Black. Shabby. Two straps.
For the next two
days, carry it empty.
A man will touch you on the arm
and claim you have
the wrong briefcase.
Take the one he
offers you in exchange.
In it will be Cassandra's book.
When you've read that, we
will arrange to meet again.
And now, I'm afraid,
it's time for you to go.
Even for members
of the Inner Party,
it's unwise to leave
the screen turned off
for more than a few
minutes at a time.
There is still
hope for the world.
There is still hope.
Tomorrow, in
celebration of the victory,
Big Brother has ordered
200 Eurasian prisoners
publicly hanged
on Execution Hill.
♪ A hopeless fancy ♪
♪ It passed like an April day ♪
♪ But a look and a word ♪
♪ And the dreams they stirred ♪
♪ They have stolen... ♪
- I've got the book!
- What book?
Somebody stopped
me in the square
and gave me this briefcase.
The coffee's ready.
I just want to read
a few paragraphs.
Oh, we can read
it together later.
This is the book I've heard
about ever since I can remember.
This is the truth.
It's only words, darling.
It can change nothing.
Don't you want to understand?
No.
Julia.
Yes?
What do you want?
I want us to be together
for as long as possible.
I want us to be happy.
I don't want to
destroy what we have.
But you came with
me to visit O'Brien.
I couldn't let you go alone.
It would be too dangerous.
You're not interested
in the underground?
Or in Cassandra's book?
No, Winston. It won't
make things better for us.
It'll make the future better.
What future? How far away?
A hundred years, probably.
In our lifetime, nothing
will be achieved!
Julie, Julie, Julie.
We are the dead, my darling.
You are the dead.
Stand in the middle of the room.
Stand in the middle of the room!
Stand back to back.
Clasp your hands
behind your heads.
Do not touch one another.
Take the woman.
No! Don't let them take me!
No!
No! No!
I warned you it wouldn't
be as peaceful here
as you would like.
Nothing is hidden
from the Thought Police.
That is something
you must learn.
Your education
is about to begin.
Can you... Can you tell me,
what becomes of the women?
When... When a woman...
Parsons.
They won't shoot me, will they?
They'll know my record!
What did... What
are you arrested for?
I... I talked in my sleep.
There I was,
trying to do my bit,
never knowing there was
any bad stuff in my mind at all.
Do you know what
they heard me say?
"Down with Big Brother."
I said that.
Said it over and
over again, it seems.
Between you and me,
I'm glad they got me
before it went any further.
Do you know what
I'm going to say
when I go up
before the tribunal?
"Thank you," I'm going to say.
"Thank you... for saving
me before it was too late."
Who denounced you?
My... My little girl
heard what I was saying.
I... I don't bear her
any grudge for it.
Shows I brought her up
in the right spirit, anyway.
Room 101.
No. No! No!
I told you everything!
Take my wife and children!
- Room 101!
- Don't take me, please!
No!
What's Room 101?
What's Room 101?
They won't shoot me
for going off the track
just once, will they?
O'Brien.
Oh. They got you, too.
They got me a long time ago.
For seven years, you've
been in my keeping.
For seven years, I
have watched over you.
Don't be too impatient to
find out about Room 101.
You'll find out
about it in time.
You'll learn many things.
I intend to take a personal
interest in your education.
There are some preliminaries
to be gone through here.
Some confessions have
to be extracted from you.
Of course, you must expect a
certain amount of discomfort.
Things will happen to you
from which you could not recover
if you lived a thousand years.
But when those formalities
have been completed,
you'll be brought to me.
We will talk.
I look forward to it
with great anticipation.
Time has come, Winston.
The past few weeks should
have brought you closer
to the understanding of
Big Brother's teachings.
Why do you think you've
been brought here?
To make you confess?
To punish you?
No.
To make you sane.
To cure you.
We're not interested in any
crimes you've committed.
The thought is all
the Party cares about.
The thought.
We do not merely destroy
our enemies, Winston.
We change them.
We wash their brains clean.
And do not imagine
that you can be a martyr,
that the past will
vindicate you...
The past nor the future.
For the future will
never hear of you.
You'll be annihilated in the
past as well as in the future.
You will never have existed.
Before we begin the more
serious part of our discussion,
are there any questions
that you would like to ask?
What have you done with Julia?
Oh, she betrayed you, Winston.
Immediately. Immediately
and irrevocably.
All her rebelliousness,
her deceit, her folly...
Everything has
been burnt out of her.
It was a perfect
conversion. Textbook case.
You tortured her.
Next question?
Does Cassandra exist?
Does the underground exist?
That, Winston,
you will never know.
I'd like to show
you this machine.
It will help our
little discussion.
The pointer went
to 40 that time.
As you can see, the numbers
on the dial go up to 100.
Please remember
throughout our conversation
that I hold it in my power to
exert pain on you at any moment
and at whatever degree I choose.
Pain or death.
I'm afraid you would be unable
to survive more than, say, 80.
If you should lie at any time
or even fall below your
usual level of intelligence,
you will cry out
with pain instantly.
Do you understand?
Yes.
When we first spoke,
you had on your desk
a photograph of the traitors
Jones and Rutherford.
You believed it was some
sort of documentary evidence
that their confessions
were false.
I remember telling you that
the photograph never existed.
Well, it did exist.
It exists in my memory,
in your memory.
I do not remember it.
How can you abolish memory?
You haven't controlled mine.
On the contrary.
You haven't controlled it.
That is what has
brought you here.
You've been lacking in
self-discipline and humility.
How many fingers am
I holding up, Winston?
Four.
And if Big Brother were
to say not four but five,
then how many?
F-Four.
How many fingers, Winston?
F-Four.
- What else can I say?
- How many fingers, Winston?
Stop. S-Stop.
Anything you li... Five.
- No, no, Winston.
- Stop the pain.
Winston, that is no
use. You are lying.
You still think you see four.
How can I help
what I s... F-Five!
Two and two do not
always make four, Winston.
Sometimes they make five.
Again, how many
fingers am I holding up?
Five. I'm trying to see five.
Now, which do you wish...
To persuade me that you
see five or really to see five?
Really! Really!
Again, then... How many
fingers am I holding up?
Five! Five! Five!
Better.
Now, then.
Without any persuasion.
There are five fingers there.
Do you see five fingers?
You see how the
mind can be controlled?
There.
And now you are
thinking, perhaps,
"Yes, but I haven't
betrayed Julia."
Now, that is perfectly true.
You have not betrayed Julia.
Winston, you were... you were
once curious about Room 101.
It is not one room but many.
Over there, for instance.
Hm.
You're going to find out what
lies behind that door, Winston.
Come.
Yes.
We will tell you all about it.
In Room 101 is the
worst thing in the world.
Now, the worst thing in
the world varies, of course,
from individual to individual.
It may be, uh, burial alive
or death by fire or by drowning
or death by impalement.
Or any one of 50 deaths.
Winston, which death
is it you fear most?
No, you needn't tell me.
I think I know.
Once in that junk-shop
paradise of yours, a rat appeared.
A rat!
One small rat.
Do you remember how
it affected you, Winston?
- I see you do.
- No. No.
I think I know which death
it is you fear most, Winston.
Will you lead
the way or shall I?
N-No!
Take Julia!
Put Julia in... Not... Not me!
Put Julia!
Torture Julia, not me!
I can't... Please! Julia!
Oh, God! No! Put Julia!
Now you are wholly
ours, Winston.
You have been washed clean.
You will be set free tomorrow.
You'll be able
to sit in the sun.
You will be able to
devote your whole life
to loving no one
but Big Brother.
I betrayed you.
I betrayed you.
Sometimes they threaten
you with something.
Something you can't stand up to.
Something you can't think about.
And then you say,
"Do it to somebody else.
Do it to anyone.
Do it to so-and-so."
And then, afterwards,
you might pretend it's a trick
and that you didn't mean it.
But when it happens,
you do mean it.
All you care about is yourself.
All you care about is yourself.
And after that,
you don't feel the same towards
the other person any longer.
No. You don't feel the same.
I must go now.
I must go.
We must meet again.
Yes. Yes.
We must meet again sometime.
♪ Under the spreading
chestnut tree ♪
♪ I sold you and you sold me ♪
♪ There lie they
and here lie we... ♪
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