Æon Flux (1991–1995): Season 3, Episode 9 - The Purge - full transcript

Aeon uncovers a plot by Trevor to install artificial consciences in his subjects.

Piss off, cripple!

Piss off yourself, before my doggie
gives you a terminal shafting.

Bambara!

Piss off!

Piss off, bitch!

This is what happens when a great deal of
intelligence is invested in ignorance.

When the need for
illusion is deep.

Piss off, punks!

I am the source of
your salvation.

Hand me the custodian.

Providing conscience for
those who have none.



Hi, my name is Bambara.

I'm a 36-year-old Virgo
and a former killer...

whose hobbies include performing
recreational autopsies...

defecating and drinking rum.

I've recently been given a conscience
and would very much like to help you.

Okay.

I'll never forget you.

I love you. You're
what it's all about.

Blink once, you're dead.
Blink twice, you're buried.

Understand? Now unpack yourself.

Why are you following Bambara?

- We wish to purge him.
- Purge him?

Purge him of what?

- His conscience.
- What are you talking about?



Come with me.

Behold...

the purging.

- What's 13 times nine?
- 117.

Good answer.

You know, I could learn to love
a provocateur such as yourself.

Far out.

Our agenda is all about
counter-insurgency.

Nothing less, nothing more.

I don't understand. What kind of
insurrection are you countering?

An insurrection of false conscience.
The custodian.

- This is why you want Bambara?
- We want only to purge Bambara...

of the conscience Trevor Goodchild
has implanted within him.

What do you do with the custodians
after they've been purged?

You saw with your own eyes. We
decrypt and re-purpose them.

What if I purge Bambara for you?

If you purge Bambara of his
custodian and deliver it to us...

you may do with him
as you please.

Deliver it? How?

By implanting it in yourself.

Then tell me what I have to do.

Please proceed along
the runway...

to ensure maximal
efficiency of processing.

Please proceed to your
designated consumption booth.

Perusal of foodstuffs outside of
your assigned booth is prohibited.

Fire at will.

Please proceed along
the runway...

to ensure maximal
efficiency of processing.

Please proceed to your
designated consumption booth.

Perusal of foodstuffs outside of
your assigned booth is prohibited.

The suspect's cabbage is
uneaten, still fresh in the box.

That's the only thing unusual?

- No, sir, wait. There's a...
- What?

There's some sort of
wound in her navel.

No, it isn't a wound, it's a...
It looks surgical.

Bring her in. Take her to biopsy
and get back to me posthaste.

Commander, Hostess Judy has
just entered the food bank.

Thank you, Captain.

Please proceed to your
designated consumption booth.

Perusal of foodstuffs outside of
your assigned booth is prohibited.

Commander, I've got a visual on
someone I think is Aeon Flux.

- Do you see her?
- Yes. I've been monitoring the situation.

- Is it her?
- Yes.

What will you have me do?

Keep her in your sights and
wait for further instructions.

Please proceed along
the runway...

to insure maximum
efficiency of processing.

Please proceed to the telebanks.

Quantity of foodstuffs
tendered...

will reflect the nutritional
need of the customer...

as determined from an analysis
of blood rendered to the teller.

You're not a Breen.

You do not exist.

Your door secures automatically.

Please consume tendered
portion in its entirety.

Waste will result
in malnutrition.

- The exchange has been made.
- What is the directive?

Your directives have not changed.
Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

I have a clean line on her.
On your word.

Fire.

Cold meat, mutton pies Tell
me when your mother dies

I'll be there to bury her

Cold meat, mutton pies Tell
me when your mother dies

I'll be there to bury her

Cold meat, mutton pies Cold meat

I'll be there to bury her

Cold meat, mutton pies Cold meat

Piss off!

We've got complications.

Out of sight.

- How do you feel?
- You're drooling on me.

I am a man of genius, therefore
I can afford to drool on you.

- Where am I?
- You are in my keep.

How do you feel?

What have you done to me?

Go and do what we
talked about earlier.

Mutatis mutandis.

He did what needed to be done.

- Have I been implanted?
- Have you?

How do you feel?

- Well, are we ready then?
- Ready for what?

Welcome.

Nothing like a little judicious
levity, I always say.

Welcome. Welcome,
all over again.

What is this? What's going on?

Ask yourself the question.

Can you give yourself your
own evil and your own good?

Don't make the mistake
of fencing with me.

I know who I am and what
I'm still capable of.

Yes, you have a very
black mind indeed.

You and your hostesses
nearly ruined everything.

But now that I have you in my custody,
I may do with you what I please.

I thought you already had.

I have. I had. I will. I did.

Don't I?

Isn't that right, Hostess Judy?

That's right, Trevor.
This is what happens.

And, tell us, Judy, what you
did before you were implanted.

Well, I was involved in
industrial espionage...

domination, humiliation, white
slavery and false advertising.

But now that I have
my custodian...

I feel good. Real good.

- And what is it that you do now?
- I write nursery rhymes.

- Would you like to hear one?
- I would be delighted.

Hinx, minx the old witch winks

The fat begins to fry

Nobody home but Jumping
Joan Father, Mother, and I

Stick, stock, stone dead
Blind man can't see

Every knave will have a
slave You or I must be he

Isn't that just brilliant?

Completely rehabilitated.

It wouldn't take much for
me to kill you right now!

So what's stopping you?
Kill me right now.

That's what I thought.

You feel the
hesitation, the doubt.

You're asking yourself, is it
your conscience or my custodian?

Just because I don't feel like
doing something, doesn't mean...

I'm not capable of doing it.

I agree.

But then I could
also say that...

those who cannot obey
themselves must be commanded.

You're psychotic.

You no longer have a common
conscience with your fellow man.

I never did. You see, I
understand the will to evil.

The will to evil is like
an iron in a forge.

There is only one way
to shape it aright...

with a conscience,
which is the fire.

My children, Judy, Bambara...

it was for them I created the
custodian, an artificial conscience...

a fire for those who had none.

But you've lost the substance.

You've lost the substance
by grasping at the shadow.

You wish to know whether or
not you have been implanted.

You want to confirm
your autonomy of will.

Yes.

You'd also like to leave
this place alive.

- Yes?
- Yes.

Then leave. You are free to go.

Your conscience will
tell you what to do.

I have no conscience.

You know what I mean.

That is not important. The
important thing is that you know.

Man alive, Goodchild!
You give me the hinks!

Watch it, governor. Remember me?

Tell the little
witches to piss off!

Piss off, little witches.

Now tell that big witch, the one that
tried to kill me, to come over here.

No need to make her suffer.
It's me that you want.

Everyone deserves to suffer
because everyone is to blame.

You made me cut off my left arm
and give it to a little boy.

And she tried to kill me!

Piss off!

Oh, the flesh will be tearing
at the opera house tonight.

You're nothing but a dirty
carbuncle, festering in the corner!

No need to get uptight, people. I
was merely making an observation.