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oh, lornsome night. an' babbits bawlin',the wind biting t'bone. wind like this... full of voices. ancestry howling at you... yibberin' stories... all voices tied up into one. one voice differin'... one voice...
...whisperin' out there, spyin' from'a dark... that fangy devil... old georgie hisself. [ grunts ] now you ear up close... and i'll yarn you'bout the first time we met... eye to eye. ewing: and thus it was that i made the acquaintance
of dr. henry goose, the man i hoped might cure me of my affliction. have you lost something? luisa: question one: what secret in sixsmith's reportwould be worth killing him for? question two: is it reasonable to believe that they would kill againto protect that secret? and if so, question three:
what the fuck am i doing here? [ typewriter keys clacking ] cavendish: while my extensive experience as an editor has led me to a disdain for flashbacks and flash-forwards and all such tricksy gimmicks, i believe that if you, dear reader, can extend your patience for just a moment... [ bell dings ]
...you will find there is amethod to this tale of madness. frobisher: my dearest sixsmith: i shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning with vyvyan ayrs' luger. a true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. people pontificate, "suicide is a coward's act." couldn't be further from the truth. suicide takes tremendous courage.
[ electricity pulses ] any problems, sir,you just hit this button. thank you. on behalf of my ministryand the future of unanimity, i would like to thank youfor this final interview. [ indistinct shouting ] hello. press pass. expecting trouble?
i wasdermot hoggins's publisher, not his shrinkor his astrologer. and the ruddy, bloody truth is i had no idea what the manwas gonna do that night. this beach was oncea cannibal's banqueting hall, where the stronggorged on the weak. but the teeth, sir,they spat out like you or i would expela cherry stone. do you know the price a quarterpound of these will earn?
remember, this is notan interrogation or a trial. your version of the truthis all that matters. truth is singular. its "versions"are mistruths. frobisher: don't let them say i killed myself for love. had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts who is the sole love of my short, bright life. [ bell dinging ] horrox:there you are, mr. ewing.
as binding a covenant therecan ever be between men... outside the provinceof scripture. thank you,reverend horrox. i know my father-in-lawis profoundly excited about this deal. haskell mooreis a great man. future generationsdepend on men like him, men capableof speaking the truth. quite.
when i first encounteredhaskell moore's writing, its perspicuity struck meas though delivered through divine revelation. the learned doctor here and i have already spent many a nightdebating mr. moore's tractus. i'm only willing to concedethat he makes a compelling case as to whywe are sitting here enjoyingthis divine lamb... while kupaka stands therecontent to serve.
indeed.well, kupaka... you enjoy your lifehere with us, do you not? oh, yes, reverend, sir.kupaka very happy here. you see. you see, this is moore's"ladder of civilization," the reason behindthis natural order. please, giles, do shut up. i've been listening to thisfor weeks.
i would love to knowwhat his own son-in-law has to say about it. oh, well, let's see... it is an enquiryconcerning god's will and the nature of men. and what does he have to sayabout the nature of women? [ both chuckle ] i'm afraid that's a subject heprefers to pass by in silence. he wouldn't be the first.
pray, mr. ewing, continue. well, uh, the questionhe does pose is... if god created the world, how do we know what thingswe can change and what things must remainsacred and inviolable? reverend horrox real specifichow to run plantation. georgian way,best way, he say. oh, god,this heat is unbearable. how do they take it?
reverend horrox say slaveslike camel, bred for desert. he say they not feel heatlike civilized folk. now we should get you outof the sun. [ slaves humming in distance ] and what... what is that noise? [ whip cracking ] [ humming intensifies ] [ flies buzzing ]
[ groans ] there you are. what happened? ah, ah, ah, ah. it is as i suspected. gusano coco cervello... better knownas the polynesian worm. i once saw a man's brain after the wormhad finished with him.
maggoty cauliflower. oh. [ laughs ]but have no fear. this particular devil and iare well-acquainted. here we go. ah, yes, yes.glug, glug, glug, glug. [ breathing heavily ] i-i don't knowwhat i would have done had our pathsnot have crossed. well, for starters,you would have died.
[ chuckles ] i shall find a wayto repay you. oh, no, unnecessary,i assure you. i am a doctor, adam. a tiger cannot changeits stripes. [ bell tolls ] frobisher: sixsmith... i do hope you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive me.
[ knock on door ] man: mr. frobisher! mr. robert frobisher! the management would like a wordwith you, please, sir! mr. frobisher,open this door, please! we do know you're in there,mr. frobisher. please comply! a letter is being draftedto your father, sir. mr. frobisher!
frobisher: hated leaving you like that. wasn't the goodbye i had in mind. that one's in a hurry. by the time you read this, i will be on my way to edinburgh. on my way to fame and fortune. i know you haven't heard of him, but trust me: vyvyan ayrs is one of the musical greats, sixsmith. the tragedy is that he hasn't produced any new work
in years due to illness. my scheme is to persuade him to hire me as his amanuensis and aide him in the creation of a masterpiece... hey! ...before shooting up through the musical firmament, eventually obliging pater to admit that, yes, the son he disinherited is none other than robert frobisher, the greatest british composer of his time.
i know, sixsmith, you groan and shake your head, but you smile too, which is why i love you. [ brakes squeak ] p.s. thanks for the waistcoat. i needed something of yours to keep me company. st. george and the dragon. reminds me that composingis a crusade. sometimes you slay the dragon,sometimes... the dragon slays you.
all right then.frobisher, is it? i trust mackeras taught youenough to be useful. i've had this little melodyfor the viola rattling about my headfor months. let's see if youcan get it down. ♪ tarr, ta-tjaah-da-dah ♪ subtle grace notebefore the third. ♪ tatjaah-da-dah-da-da ♪ soft and simple, got it?
now it gets interesting. ♪ tarr,tatjaah-da-dahh-da-dahh ♪ ♪ dah-dah-dah-dahh... ♪ good.play that back. i'd love to, sir. um...what key are we in? what key? g-minor, of course! and the time signature?
for christ's sake,did you hear it or not? i just needa little more time -- you need? my dear boy,who is working for whom here? i apologize, sir -- are you an amanuensisor an apologist? now pay attention. 3/4 changing to 4/4on the fourth bar and back to 3/4 on bar five,if you can count that high.
crotchet g,pause for a quaver, repeat g quaver,then e flat on the downbeat. ♪ tarrdi tjaaahhda da da da ♪ and so on.all right, let me hear it. [ sniffles ] [ playing melody ] stop!please, you're hurting me. you must have misheard me: i said i had a melody,not a malady!
jocasta: vyvyan? jocasta!deliver me. what's going on in here? an exercise in futility. should i be introduced? there's really no point.the boy's as useful as the clap. fortunately, he'll bemuch easier to get rid of. would you be a dear and gethenry to show the boy out? yes, of course, darling.
[ playing skillfully ] it's beautiful. [ music continues ] yes. that's it! that's my melody! man: come on, luisa! we're meant to be together. please, luisa, come on, come on.i'm telling you.
i'm telling you, baby,you can't leave me. it's a -- you know, it's a past life thingor a future life thing. but, you know,it's you and me. luisa:look, for the last hour, all i could think about wasthrowing you off your balcony. who the helldo you think you are? you write a bullshit columnfor a fucking rag! elevator!
[ sighs ] nice to knowthe age of chivalry isn't dead. [ thud ] [ both grunt ] oh! you okay? no bones broken, i think. no, no.you sit, you sit, you sit.
let me see. [ sighs ] great. power outage. perfect endto a perfect day. still glad the age of chivalryisn't dead? i'd still rather be right herethan back up there. guess mr. caponisn't everyone's cup of tea. [ scoffs ] guys like that arejust an occupational hazard. you were interviewing him?
yeah,for spyglass magazine. luisa rey. rufus sixsmith. rey? you wouldn't happento be related to the journalistlester rey? yeah.he was my father. really? mm-hmm.
he must have beenenormously proud of you, followingin his footsteps. mm. that's her.my niece, megan. she's lovely. a born physicistwith a better mind for mathematicsthan i ever had. did her phd at cambridge.a woman at caius! hmm!gives you hope for the world.
[ exhales sharply ] it's hot. and we're still here.[ chuckles ] that's a very peculiarbirthmark. yeah. my little comet. my mother sworeit was cancer. she wanted meto get it removed, but... you know,i kind of like it.
i knew someonewho had a birthmark that was similar to that. who was it? someone i cared aboutvery much. he, uh... a hypothetical questionfor you, miss rey. as a journalist... what price would you payto protect a source? any.
prison? if it came to that, yes. would you be prepared to...compromise your safety? my father bravedbooby-trapped marshes and the wrath of generalsfor his journalistic integrity. what kind of daughterwould i be if i bailed when thingsgot a little tough? hmm. saved.[ chuckles ]
taxi! you sureyou don't need a cab? no, i've got my car. well, you know, if there's ever somethingi can do for you... please give me a call. thank you, i will. bye. [ mid-tempo jazz plays ]
cavendish: 'twas the night of the lemon prizes... and amidst all that forced jollity, i recall a moment of introspection. why? why would anyone in their right mind choose to be a publisher? this was the precise moment that dermot found me. oi! timothy. ah! mr. dermot.
bad news inexorably does. fuckin' bullshit,it's a fuckin' waste. never forget, herman melvillewrites a ripping yarn about a big white whalewhich is summarily dismissed, and yet today... it is lugged aroundin the backpacks of every serious studentof literature in the world. i don't give a fuck what happenswhen i'm dead. i want peopleto buy me book now.
well, as your publisher, obviously nothingwould make me happier. but sadly,for whatever reason, "knuckle sandwich" has yetto connect to its audience. you want a reason? i'll give you a reason. right there! ah, you mean mr. finch? felix-fuckin'-finch!
the cunt that shatall over me book in his poncyfuckin' magazine! it wasn't that bad. no? "mr. hoggins should apologizeto the trees "felled for the makingof his bloated autobio-novel. "400 vaingloriouspages expire in an ending that is flatand inane beyond belief." steady now, dermot.
what is a critic but one whoreads quickly, arrogantly, but never wisely? fuck him. dermot. [ clanging ] ladies and gentlemen! [ trays clatter ] we have an additionalaward tonight, fellow book faeries...
an award for mosteminent critic! mr. -- oop... beg pardon, "sir" felix finch, o, b, and e! [ cheering, glasses clinking ] and what might my prize be,i wonder? a signed copy of an unpulped"knuckle sandwich?" can't be manyof those left. [ scattered laughter ]
well? just what does thatlead-less pencil you call an imaginationhave in mind to end this scene?hmm? i thinkyou're gonna love this. [ all scream ] aah! [ car alarm blaring ] [ panting ]
now, that's an endingthat is flat and inane beyond belief. [ car alarm chirps ] cavendish: my thoughts? if i am honest, i admit that the obvious emotions, like shock and horror, flew as finch had, here and gone... tequila.couple of fingers. ...while deep down,
i experienced a nascent sense of a silver lining to this most tragic turn. overnight, dermot "dusty" hoggins became a cult hero to the common man. grabbed the critic and sent himplummeting to his death... and "knuckle sandwich" shifted 90,000 copies in less than two months. i was, for the briefest of moments, cinderella, and all memory of past misfortune receded
in the rearview mirror of my dream come true. [ gasps ]what the--?! tim-o-tee cavendish...i presume. caught withyour cacks down! [ laughter ] my office hoursare eleven to two. my secretary would bemore than happy to schedule an appointment,if you so desire. friends like usdon't need appointments.
we like it all cozylike this. visited dermot in the joint. our brother'sgot a question for you. where's our fuckin' money? boys, boys, look here. dermot signed what we calla copyright transfer contract, which means that,legally -- dermot didn't signno fuckin' contract for the eventof the fuckin' season!
[ muffled ]all right, perhaps, uh... we could moota provisional sum as a basisfor ongoing negotiation. okey-okey. [ suction releases ] what sum we gonna moot? 50k would dofor starters. 50 sounds reasonable. tomorrow afternoon.
tomorrow afternoon?! cash. no bollocks. no checks. old-fashioned money. gentlemen, the law says -- the law? what'd the law dofor felix-fuckin'-finch? ordinarily, i beginby asking prisoners
to recalltheir earliest memories... to provide a context for the corpocratic historiansof the future. fabricants have no suchmemories, archivist. one 24-hour cyclein papa song's is identicalto every other. may i say you speak consumersurprisingly well. unanimity... [speakingkorean/chinese pidgin]
as an officer of unanimityi am, of course, restrictedfrom using subspeak. of course. please describe a typical24-hour papa song cycle. at hour four, each serveris woken by auto-stimulin. female computerized voice: sonmi-451, yoona-939... from revival,we proceed to the hygiener. after dressing,we file into the dinery. at hour five,
we man our stations to greetthe new day's consumers. together:welcome to papa song's! for the next 19 hours, we input orders, tray food,vend drinks, upstock condiments, wipe tables,and bin garbage, all done in strict adherenceto first catechism. man: ooh! [ laughs ] what is first catechism? "honor thy consumer."
after the final cleaning,we imbibe one soapsac and returnto our sleepbox. that is the blueprintof every single day. did you ever thinkabout the future? papa song servers havejust one possible future. you mean "xultation"? could you describethis annual rite of passage? on first day, seer rhee would stamp a staron each of our collars.
12 stars meant an endto our contract. how did you feel when you watched oneof your sisters ascend? excitement. i was happy for them.but envious as well. did your sister serversfeel as you did? most of them. i would like to ask aboutthe infamous yoona-939. sonmi-451.
[ man moaning ] if yoona-939 woke you, who woke her? seer rhee. why would a seerwake a server? perhaps you should ask him,archivist. [ snoring ] what's wrong with him? he drinks soap.
it makes him happy. then he sleep like us,in our box. do you ever think about... what it must be like... up therewith the consumers? third catechismforbids such questions. it does. come.let me show you a secret. accessing storage. lost and found.
[ gasps ] now... sonmi-ja... we are inside...a secret. a kino? we're not allowed -- sonmi-ja.no one will ever know. come. this is a violation of the ruddy incarceration act!
i will not be subjected to criminal abuse! i will not be subjectedto criminal abuse! you could havebeen excised. how did you justify such a riskto yourself? she was my friend. please describe the eventsof september 18th, from your perspective. i was stationedat pedestal one. go on! do it!
yeah, do it! go on! go! [ all exclaiming ] woman: watch out! [ alarm beeping ] elevator approaching. [ electricity crackles ] [ woman screams ]
[ moans ] [ alarm continues ] guard: step away. code yellow.area is secure. zachry: nay, this life of rotted luck ain't no smileysome yarnie. and rares time i ever 'fessthe secret of sloosha's hallow. adam, my bro'by law, and his son and me be trekkin' back from honokaa market.
was adam's custom to kowtow his ancestry with offerings and honorings. suddenwise... that fangy devil's eyes, i felt 'em. [ eerie breathing ] who there? zaaaaachry. ahh, a darky spotyou're in, friend. old georgie?
ain't no blade can protect youfrom the true-true. jonas: pa! jonas! jonas, go! go, go! zachry! zachry? stay here. safe here. kona'll be feasting on adamand his boy by sunup.
zachry! no! nay! zachry! zachry! you say all'a time, yeah? "the weak are meat,the strong do eat"? father! [ grunts ] no, jonas! the true-true,is what that is. [ horse whinnies ] whole valley whispering 'bout the blood of adam
and his son on my hands. but rose and catkin never believed no yibberin, and stood by me. unc'a zach, look! yeah.i see 'em. prescients come bartering twice a year, their ships creep-crawling on waves, just floating on the smart of the old uns. barter'll be startin' soon.
yeah.you must go find your ma. what're you doing? ma says ya ain't been rightsince sloosha's. say i gotta keepeyewise on ya. you minding mewhile i mind the goats. i see. stump is, who's gonna mindyour ma at the barter? she got no tongue for haggling,not like you and me. sure you're all right?
swear'by.be home for suppin'. why words slink'n slide off'a tongue when we need 'em most? if my tongue been more bold, could i'a stop all the diresomes 'bout to happen? catkin: unc'a zach! this my big broi yarnin' 'bout. what's what, sis? spesh guest hosting. thank you for the kindsome hostof my valley stay.
i ain't yaysoed this,rose. abbess sayso a giftof great honor. she can be hosting then. i bring you gift, zachry. need no giftfrom a stranger. now kin 'n bros 'n half-strangers, even the abbess, all come knocking to gape in wonderment, like sonmi herself were sitting in our kitchen.
questions about prescients and their woahsome ship poured thick 'n fast. how your ship slide 'n glideso silentsome? fusion engines. [ all murmur ] no one queried what "fusion engines" was 'cause they didn't want to lookstupid front of the gatherin'. true really was, meronym answer the questions, but no answer ever quenched your curio.
all that answerin' done was teached everyone to not trust her. nay, not a flea. she a sly one. schemin'and wormin' herself in. watch her,watch her close. [ echoing ]she's got secrets. [ bottles clatter ] [ pulsing ]
[ gasping ] zachry bailey! sorrysome for wakin' you,abbess. i dream somethin'diresome's gonna happen. come in, come in. oh, let sonmiguide your heart. oh, i can hear her voicea'prayin' for you. oh, old georgie's a'hungerin'for your soul. ah, i know'd it.
spit'n cusson your dreams. i know'd it. "bridge a'broken',hide below. "hands'a'bleedin',can't let-go. enemy's sleepin',don't slit that throat." an augurin'. oh, zachry. trust sonmi. keep her warnin'with you.
nail it to your mem'ry. thank you, abbess.thank you. female computerized voice: sonmi-451. [ speaking korean/chinese pidgin ] [ whirring, beeping ] wait, wait. there's no reason to hide. i know you are sonmi-451. my name is hae-joo chang.
what has happenedto seer rhee? soap overdose. it is unfortunatethat it had to happen with everythinggoing so well... because nowit is probable that the enforcersand the dna sniffers will find out about you. and if they do, if they realize your connectionto yoona-939,
you will be excised. but you have a choice: you can remain here and riskbeing discovered... or you can come with me. molyneux: the foresail! old salty:two, six, heave! two, six, heave! close the gaskets! cape home!
bear away a point. aye, aye, captain! ewing: friday the 15th. we made sail with the morning tide. mr. boerhaave had my cabin changed. i have been quarantined to a storeroom away from the other passengers and crew. henry argued in vain that the polynesian worm is not contagious.
hardly matters. all i want to do now is return home and unburden myself of this responsibility. frobisher: my dear sixsmith, i am in desperate need of your help. after my last letter, i'm sure you're rushing to pack your bags, but you needn't, really, unless, of course, you wish
to witness the rebirth of robert frobisher. ayrs: a, c, f... is it not miraculous how one's fortune can turn so quickly, so completely? one moment, leaping from a hotel window, the next, gainfully employed by one of the world's greatest living composers. my only problem is that i accidentally got hooked on a journal written in 1849
by a dying lawyer during the voyage from a pacific isle to san francisco. to my great annoyance, the pages cease mid-sentence. half the book is missing. it's completely killing me. could you be a mensch and, when you're next foraging at otto's books, make an inquiry? a half-finished book is, after all,
a half-finished love affair. hooks: ...marshall, my chief engineers, then we'll take some questions. america loves oil. america is addicted to oil. some fantasize about wind turbines or pig gas. [ laughter ] but i'm here today to tell you that the cure for oil is right here.
the cure is nuclear power. the cure is swannekke. [ applause ] [ telephone rings ] hello? sixsmith:hello, miss rey. i'm frightfully sorryfor calling at this hour. dr. sixsmith? i need help.
i need 50,000 pounds! not 2 thousand, 50 thousand! mrs. fahey: i can go through itagain, mr. cavendish, but the total's right. 2,343 pounds and 16 pence. how is this possible?! the ruddy moneywas pouring in. debts mostly, mr. cavendish.solvency has its drawbacks. [ sighs, grunts ]
cavendish: the situation looked dire, but i knew that timothy cavendish's capital in this town could not be defined by an accountant's balance sheet. mccluskie! look, how are those delightfulkiddies of yours? [ click, dial tone ] ma chã¨re.it's "cavendish the ravenous," [chuckles]your favorite timothy --
ma chã¨re? you heard correctly. charles dickens' own, original,authentic writing desk for 60,000 pounds. i think that's very fair. kirpal singh:but our records indicate that the desk isalready accounted for by the dickens housemuseum. okay, what aboutsir arthur conan doyle's desk?
in the darkness, i suddenly saw the light. blood has always trumped water. if the hogginses brutes wanted to turn this into a family affair, they'd find the cavendish clan more than ready for the task at hand. oh, satan's gonads,not again. look, just bugger offand leave us in peace. i'm only gonna ask younicely once.
good to see you, denny. i'm not lending youa ruddy farthing till you pay backthe last lot. wh -- why should i beforever giving you handouts? denny, i've had a minor run-inwith the wrong sort. if i don't get my handson 60,000 pounds, i'm going to takean awful beating. well, get them to video itfor us, would you? now fuck off!
i'm not joking, denholme. why is this my problem? because we're brothers! don't you havea conscience? couple ofmy special little pills and a g&t shouldset me right. denny... help. please?
den, who are youtalking to? hello, georgette. hello, timothy. right. all right. all right.all right. all right. what is it, 60 grand? it's gonna take some time,but, uh, in the interim, i've got the perfect placefor you to hide. man:rise tacks and sheets!
ewing: i have begun to fear i may never hold my beloved tilda in my arms again. the parasite writhes at night, igniting spasms of pain, while visions and voices, obscene and monstrous, haunt me. mr. ewing? in the name of god!help, help! mr. ewing, no fear,no harm, no shout... please.
my name autua. you know i,you seen maori whip i. you know i. what do you want? you help, mr. ewing. if you no help,i in trouble dead. well, you're already very much"in trouble dead." the prophetessis a mercantile vessel, not an underground railroadfor escaping slaves.
i able seaman!i earn passage! well, then i suggestyou surrender to the captain's merciesforthwith. no, no! they no hear i! they say swim away home, nigger,and throw i in drink! but you lawman, aye? please,cap'n hear you, mr. ewing. no, i can't help you.
i'm afraid your fateis entirely your own. i desire no part in it. then kill i. don't be absurd. if you no help,you kill i, just the same. it's true, you know it. i ain't be no fish food,mr. ewing. die here better. do it.
do it quick. meronym: i found an oldtransway marker, captain. it's got to bethe right mountain. problem is, the valley peopleare afraid of it. they think the devillives up there. i can't find anybody to guide methrough the kona territory. meronym... every day you are out there,you increase your rad levels. this dream of yoursis going to kill you.
and for what? the off-world coloniesmay no longer exist. i gotta go, captain. thank you for coming.i'm in 1404. luisa: i'll be right up. [ silenced gunshot ] luisa: dr. sixsmith? it's luisa. [ beep ]
[ gate slams shut ] go call the police, right now.call the police! oh. you alone could understand how i'm feeling right now. today, ayrs and i presented our first collaboration to tadeusz kesselring, ayrs' favorite conductor who arrived from berlin. it's called "eternal recurrence." wish you could hear it.
it's the most accomplished tone poem i know of written since the war, and i tell you, sixsmith, that more than a few of its best ideas are mine. at our time of life, ayrs, a man has no rightto such daring ideas. [ ayrs chuckles ] i suppose i've wona rearguard action or two in my war against decrepitude.
dinner of pheasant and bordeaux, rich as butter-cream. how i love to listen to men of distinguished lives sing of past follies and glories. the only broken note in the entire evening was ayrs' wife, jocasta, excusing herself early. sensed a buried bone. later i asked ayrs about it. he said kesselring had introduced jocasta to him.
i pried, "had kesselring been in love with her?" the subject was a prickly one. jocasta is a jew. so, obviously, a relationshipwas impossible. why "obviously"? can you really beso ignorant of what is happeningin germany? at this point in my life, all i know, sixsmith, is that this world spins from the same unseen forces
that twist our hearts. how is it'n, zachry? samewise. mindin' some comp'ny? nay. but goats'nsurlywise herders ain't knownfor our howziting temper. feelin' i ownin' youa real kowtow for 'vadin' y'housewith no sayso.
true sorrysome. fuggit, done's done. so, you mindin' a strangerqueryin' 'bout your troddin'? swap you, query for query. fair'by. cog y'ain't come t'learnstitchin' or milking or herding. why you here? i needin' a guide. guide? to what?
mauna sol. abbess: "bridge a'broken. hide below." what's wrong? cavendish: we cross and recross our old tracks like figure skaters, and just as i was reading a new submission, a powerful "dã©jã -vu" ran trough my bones. i had been here before, another lifetime ago. ursula...
the love of my life? i could think of no other serious applicants. what had happened to her? and more importantly, what had happened to the young man who had ridden this same train composing sonnets to his "soul bound love"? the auguring come true,abbess. broke bridgejust like you say.
meronym were there yibberin''bout trekking up mauna sol, horses'pess'n, woman comecussing n'twisting up my life? mind the words o'sonmi. "our lives are not our own. "from womb to tomb,we are bound to others... "past and present... "and by each crime... and every kindness..." "...we birth our future."
welcome to neo seoul. come on, out you come. this may be the biggest mistakein my life, but here. thank you, mr. ewing.thank you. now to tell the truth,i was worried you might try and eat me if you didn't get somethingin that stomach. well, you safe, mr. ewing. i no like white meat.
[ laughs ] oh, right.[ chuckles ] but before i decide what i amgoing to do with you, tell me why you were beingwhipped so savagely. my uncle was a sailor. he took me on a french whalerwhen i was ten years old. i seentoo much'a the world. i no good slave. why did you look at me?
pain strong, aye? but friend's eyemore strong. you are a runaway slave,and i am a lawyer. how do you imaginewe could possibly be friends? all you need. [ door opens ] [ sighs ] jesus! javier gomez,what did i tell you about jumping onto my balcony?
why do you leave thedoor open if you don'twant me to come in? because, smarty-pants,the only thing worse than having you jumponto my balcony is the idea of youjumping onto my balcony and being stuckout there. okay. what are you reading? just... old letters.
the plot has taken a sensual turn. last week, jocasta and i became lovers. but don't alarm yourself. it is only a carnal act performed in service. not unlike my role as amanuensis. and i confess, women's hearts, like their desire, remain a mystery to me. afterward she cried and thanked me for bringing life back into their home,
making it clear that vyvyan had been there the entire night, between us like the silence between notes that holds the key to all music. p.s. best news of all: i've started my own work. [ orchestral music plays ] uh, i called aboutan old recording, written by a mannamed robert frobisher? oops. uh, busted.
i know i shouldn't beplaying it. i was checking it to make sureit wasn't scratched. but, honestly, i just can't stoplistening to it. this is the"cloud atlas sextet"? it's the symphony. [ music continues ] but i thinki heard this before. i can't imagine how. i doubt there's morethan a handful of copies
in all of north america. but i know it. i know i know it. cavendish: before i realized it, my feet had borne me back to the temple of sacrifice where i offered up my virginity. back to those four days of paradise when ursula's mater and pater
slipped off to greece for a long weekend. or so we thought. ursula! [ cat yowls ] sir, madam! i assure you this iscompletely innocent! [ cat hisses, chomps ] [ crash ] two sprained ankles, one cracked rib.
official cause of accident listed on the hospital form, "pussy." what were the chances that she still lived in this house? and yet, there she was. ursula. why had i never returned her calls or letters? shame. spinelessness. hallmarks of the cavendish clan. i realized i had a choice.
i could slink off and continue as planned, or i could go boldly to the door and discover what hope, if any, lay within. abbess, come quick!it's the bailey girl! catkin? aye. she dyin'. zach! sonmi... a scorpion fish.
healer say she be goneby sundown. ain't right, ain't fairbut nothing to be done. be very still. termination charge, here. [ beeps ] just enoughto blow carotid. [ whirring ] how does it feel? good.
catkin's dying! what? trod on a scorpion fish. you can save her. you got spesh smarts inthat gearbag what'll save her! that's the true-true. prescient council swearby special order, say i can't go play lady sonmifor every fate twistin' wrong n' click fingersmake right.
i justa stupid goat herder, but i cog you killin' catkinby not acting just as if i left you upon that bridge, you kona meat! if a prescient be layingwith poison melting her heart'n'lungs, if it be your kin? why's a prescient's lifeworth more'n a valleysman? i'll take youto mauna sol! i know the way.
if you save catkin, i will guide youthrough the devil's door if that's whereyou want to go. cavendish: while the past may call to us with the enchantment of a siren, better, i believed, to stay the course set by dear brother denny. just sign right here. and tomorrow, life could begin afresh, afresh, afresh!
this way. female computerized voice: welcome to habitat mainframe. security: maximum. accessing design database. designating skin. designating texture. that's old seoul. if the tides keep risingat their present rate, neo seoul will also beunderwater in a hundred years. [ people moaningritualistically ]
[ rattling ] [ hisses ] your food is in here. it's not what you are used to,but i think you will like it. this is your bed. these are your clothes. mine? but these arepureblood clothes. no.they are yours.
archivist: did you knowhe was union? no, but it wouldn'thave mattered. why not? because it wasthe first time a purebloodhad shown me kindness. mama? i hungry. [ crying ] do you like them?
you look lovely. here. come here. now, this used to play viddys,but the chip is corrupted. stuck in a loop, so i diggied itand found the rest of it. the rest of it? [ adventure music plays ] what the ruddy hellare you doing in my room? keys go walkies!
let's give these to ms. juddfor safekeeping, shall we? leave my things alone,you pilfering cow! because you're new, i shall not make you eatsoap powder, this time. be warned, i do not stand for offensivelanguage in aurora house. not from anyone. and i never make idle threats,mr. cavendish. never.
i'll talk to you how i ruddywell like, you thief! [ chuckling ]make me eat soap powder? i'd like to see you try! oh! gawd!bloody hell! [ clicks tongue ]a disappointing start. is this some sortof kinky s&m hotel? i am nurse noakes. you do not wishto cross me. i am so sorryto keep you waiting.
uh, i know it's a ms...? rey. luisa rey. spyglass magazine. right. right. luisa, this is joe napier,he's our security chief. i was surprisedto get your query. i mean, don't get me wrong,it's a feisty magazine, but... anything you need, sir,just let me know. will do.
guys, i'm good.thank you very much. our editor's trying to spicethings up a little bit. he says the public wantsmore substance, so... probably just a fad.[ chuckles ] uh, come on, follow me. let's start youwith the chicken ranch. that is wherewe keep the eggheads. nurse james:say hello to nemo? okay. hello, mr. cavendish.
feeling superthis morning? no. i checked in last night believing that aurora housewas a hotel. my brother made the booking,you see. his ideaof a practical joke. but listen, you have a biggerproblem closer to home. there's some demented bitchcalling herself noakes rampaging about the place,impersonating a chambermaid.
but the point is this: she struck meand she stole my keys! right? i'll need those keys back,straight away. aurora house is your home now,mr. cavendish. your signature authorizes usto apply -- signature? the custody documentyou signed last night. your residency papers.
no, no, no, no!that was the hotel register! never mind,it's all academic. oh. this is gonna make a heckof a dinner-party story. most of our guests get cold feeton their first mornings. my keys, please! residents are not -- i'm not a ruddy resident! you'll find temper tantrumswon't help you at aurora house! you're breaking the...ruddy...
anti-incarceration actor some ruddy thing... and i will not be subjectedto criminal abuse! outside, fat snowflakes are falling on slate roofs. like solzhenitsyn laboring in vermont, i shall beaver away in exile. unlike solzhenitsyn, i shan't be alone. [ bird chirping ] off somewhere? you bet i am!
to the land of the living. soylent green is people! soylent greenis made of people! oy!get back here, you! oy! you keep away from meor i'll be forced to name you in the police reportas an accomplice! i have better things to dothan this! then go ahead and do them,you bloody sodding soap-dodger! right!
let go of me, you ruddy cruddyrugger bugger yob! put me down! sonmi-451: "you can maintainpower over people "as long as yougive them something. "rob a man of everything and that man will no longerbe in your power." aleksandr solzhenitsyn,20th-century philosopher, complete works bannedby unanimity. how do you know about him?
hae-joo. sonmi-451: but... seer chang -- please, you mustcall me hae-joo. hae-joo... fabricants can be excisedfor this. our survival often demandsour courage. knowledge is a mirror, and for the first timein my life,
i was allowed to seewho i was... and who i might become. molyneux: go clean the head![ laughs ] good morning, captain. you would help it remain so,quillcock, by buggering off. i'm afraidi can't do that, sir. if i was, i would be unableto inform you of the stowaway that i have discoveredin my cabin. stowaway?!
i assure you that this moriorihad no choice. now, he has sworn to methat he is a first class, able-bodied seaman, capable of earning passage,if only given a chance. a stowaway is a stowaway evenif he shits silver nuggets! did he ever explainanything to you? he told me their goal was the creation ofa free-willed fabricant. yoona had failed.
i was their last hope. i have to say, if all ladyjournalists looked like you, i might startto take this, uh, women's lib thingmore seriously. well, i'm surethey can use your support. [ tape recorder clicks ] nice. okay, uh, you wait here and i will go and findsomeone smarter
who can walk youthrough the details of some of your questions. great. [ telephone ringing ] [ ringing continues ] okay, what would dad do? who the bloody hell is this? have you any ideawhat time it is? denny?it's me, tim.
timothy? where are you? i think you ruddy well knowwhere i am! but residents aren't allowedaccess to phones. has someonesmuggled one in? you know the rules? i helped write them,timmy. i have been a principal investorin aurora house for 12 years. it's incredibly lucrative.
you can't believewhat people will pay to lock up their parents. [ breathing shakily ] look, den.you've had your fun. i think it's high time you put an end to thislittle game of yours. no, no, timmy.my fun has just begun. what are youtalking about? i'm your brother!why are you doing this to me?
i think a better questionin this instance would be: what have you doneto deserve this? i don't know what you mean. oh, come now, dear brother,don't insult me. you can't think that i didn'tknow about you and georgette! georgette? look, den,i didn't mean to hurt you. i'm afraid your penancehas come due, timbo. it's time to accountfor your crimes.
denholme... i'm, i'm so, so sorry. no, no, no.there's no need to apologize. your exile is morethan enough reparation. although [chuckles]i do have my fingers crossed for a scenarioinvolving you, nurse noakesand a broom handle. cheerio, timmy.bye-bye now. sends his love.
[ receiver clicks ] i would like to ask aboutthe night of your arrest. i remember listeningto his heart beat. your heart beats much slowerthan ours. there is a gentlenessto the sound. i find it...comforting. vyvyan, what time is it? i don't know.who cares? i've heard a melody, boy.for violin.
quick.find a pen! i heard it in a dream. i was ina nightmarish cafã©... blaring, bright light... but underground,and no way out. and the waitresses... they all hadthe same face. there was music playing, but unlike any musici've ever heard in my life.
it, it began... it began... wait. it was so cleara minute ago. help me, robert!help me! it's slipping away. i've lost it. it'll come to you, sir. the minute you stop tryingto find it, it'll find you.
you are naive, robert. i am anything but. there is a gulfbetween these chairs. what you want is no differentfrom what i want. the gulf is an illusion. frobisher: how do i describe that night, sixsmith? what had happened between vyvyan and i, transcended language. it was music that poured from his eyes,
that breathed from his lips. music as beautiful as any i have ever heard. w-what are you doingin here? [ indistinct talkingon headset ] they found us. i'll be with youthe whole way. now focus on me. hae-joo! stay with me.
right here.i won't let you go. mr. ewing! it's all right. i've talkedto the captain. he'll hear your case. what's your name, boy? autua, sir. this christian gentleman, who knows nothingabout ships,
tells me that you'rea first-class sailor. very well. let's see you lowerthe main topsail. mr. roderick,my bottle is empty. mr. boerhaave,ready my piece. sir, you gave me your word,captain. p-please.you can't do this! nobody tells me what i canand cannot do on my own ship, especially when it concernsnigger stowaways.
ah! old salty dog:that bloke! he's got fish-hooks for toes. mr. boerhaave, do not makea mess of my deck. no! captain, please! look, if you could justhear me out, please. [ gunshot ] [ old salty dog laughs ]
the darkie's salt as i am! mr. boerhaave? it appears we have an additionto our crew. be sure he earns his keep. mr. hooks! found her. she was in the chem labslooking for the bathroom. ah. well, perfect. then why don't you take overfrom here, sachs?
you know,introduce our little tribe and, uh, and guide ms. rey through the, uh,through the tower. isaac: funny thing is, i'm noteven supposed to be here. i was meant to be in seoul, but theair-traffic-controller strike screwed everything up, so now i'm onthe pond-jumper tonight. you ever think the universewas against you?
all the time. you mind? i'm cool. you seem nervous, isaac. do i make you nervous? actually,just the opposite. [ coughs ] [ wheezes ] [ coughs, clears throat ]
are you gonna tell mewhy you covered for me? cavendish: "freedom," the fatuous jingle of our civilization. but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling of what it really is. there's much disagreement onwhat should be done with you. the corprocrats want youeuthanized as a deviant. the manufacturer is demandinga period of study. the psychogenomicistsare screaming
for an immediatecerebral vivisection. however, the problem you createis a political one... ...which meansyou're my problem. i find it intriguingto imagine that, beneath these perfectlyengineered features, are thoughts that terrifythe whole of unanimity. i'm not afraidof such thoughts because i do not fearthe truth. there's a natural orderto this world, fabricant,
and the truth is,this order must be protected. inform the archivistand prepare her for excisement. yes, sir. sir? can you tell me what happenedto hae-joo chang? killed, i was told. [ door closes ] all theserecent excitements, really, adam,it's far too much.
you need to rest. i had... a girlfriend once. she kept tryingto get me to read carlos castaneda. you ever readany of that shit? oh, yeah. but the relationshipwas doomed. every time she brought up anyof that karma, past life stuff,
i couldn't stop myselffrom laughing. and yet... i can't explain it, but i knew when i openedthat door... they destroyed most ofthe copies of the report. most? there's no good choice here,is there? if i help you,i could lose my job... or worse.
if i don't,a lot of people... yeah, it'll be worsethan worse. you have to dowhatever you can't not do. [ eerie chuckling ] something prayin'on you, zachry? you really ain't feary 'bout meetin' old georgieon the summit? more scaresome 'bout the weatherthan any devil. you cog he's real?
who tripped the fall,if not old georgie? true-true? the old uns. that's jus'a rope o' smoke. old uns got the smart. they mastered sickand seeds... mak'd mir'cles'n fly 'cross the sky. true. all true.but they got somethin' else. a hunger'n their hearts,
hunger that's stronger'nall their smart. hunger? for what? hunger for more. isaac: belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principles of uncertainty... phenomena that determine the course of our lives. yesterday, my life was headed in one direction.
today, it is headed in another. yesterday, i believed i would never have done what i did today. these forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment.
at each point of intersection, each encounter, suggests a new potential direction. proposition: i have fallen in love with luisa rey. is this possible? i just met her, and yet... i feel like something important has happened to me. ayrs: that's it. the music from my dream. [ vehicle approaches ]
[ piano playing"cloud atlas sextet" ] this is from my dream. that nighti came to your room, this is the music i heardin my head. somehow i gave it to you. i've been working on this piecefor weeks now, and i suspect you heard it and incorporated itinto your dream. i call itthe "cloud atlas sextet."
this is obviously the resultof our collaboration. the atlas, i believe, is the only thing i have donein my life that has value. yet, i know i could nothave written it... if i hadn't met you. there are whole movementsin the atlas that i wroteimagining us meeting again and againin different lives, in different ages.
something as important as thiscannot be described as yours... or mine. it is ours. [ music stops ] that is exactly how i feel,vyvyan. i'm sorry,i -- i thought -- you thought?you thought what? that i might fancya little buggering from a fine young dandylike yourself?
i'll pack my bagsand be gone by morning. you'll do no such thing! you'll leave only when i sayyou can leave. you will continue workingon vyvyan ayrs' "cloud atlas." when it is finished, then i will decidewhat to do with you. you can't keep me here!i'm leaving. good luckwith your composing. i'm sure a sterile old fucklike yourself
is still capable of somethingcompletely inmemorable. i suggest you thinkabout this, robert. think about reputation. reputation is everythingin our society. yours, my disinheritedreprobate, has expired. did you not thinkthat we would inquire about someoneliving under our roof? mackeras himself wrote, and i quote:"he is a prostitute
"whose liaisons with pervertsand sodomites "were commonplace "in his brief and forgettablecareer at caius. lock up the silverware." unquote. be warned: leave herewithout my consent and all the musical societywill know of the degeneraterobert frobisher.
after that, even if you compose one of the greatest symphoniesever written, no one will hear it... because no one will wantanything to do with you. i won't let you go again. i told you he'd come. frobisher: two things became clear. hanging myself from edinburgh's flagpole was preferable
to letting that parasite plunder my talents a day longer. i must complete my sextet. i can't do it here, so tonight i plan to make my escape. female computerized voice: please stand by for vehicle scan. clearance granted. any jailbreak'sa risky proposition. one little cock-up and we're danglingat her majesty's pleasure.
i know, i know. we could use code names, but truth is, i'd probably bethe first to forget mine. so, mr. cavendish...ernie blacksmith. this is mr. meeks, and my girl,veronica costello. to trust. what about the parrot,then? if ever there wasa likely songbird. mr. meeks is a fineand honorable gentleman.
he would never betray us. besides, no one's ever heard himsay anything else. question is, old man:think you're up to snuff? [ beeping ] enforcer #12: unanimity requires compliance. we have a security code red. prepare to be boarded. what are we going to do? just stay calm.stay calm. frobisher: "it will end in tears."
you warned me. i suppose i'm as hopeless as adam ewing, oblivious to all the unspeakable forms lying in wait, blind to the fact his friend is poisoning him. ewing: henry, please. the idea of losing this ringdistresses me beyond measure. don't be a silly puffin,adam. i'm sure your wife would setyour health above a gold loop.
i have seenthe onset for dropsy and it is nota pretty sight. ohh. i know an excellentspanish goldsmith who workswith such alacrity that your tilda may not have toknow this was ever removed. give it to me! get your fuckin' handsoff my pudding! it's not your pudding,you alzheimer's lout!
you've already eatenyour pudding! stop it! don't you talkto me like that! you better get in here. it doesn't meanyou can have two puddings just becauseyou've already -- [ grunting ] you ruddy idiot! you think you canget away with this?
[ indistinct yelling ] mr. cavendish! [ plate clattering ] frobisher: the room stank of bitter medicine. curiously heavy things, guns. why did i take it exactly? can't say. an intuition, a sense of significance... that from this point on... there was no going back.
sussin' them clouds... we run out time. hey, don't needno smart rope. yea.see you fall, i catch you. hands in the air!move it. step off the vehicle. get down! momentai, huh? get down! now!
[ protestingindistinctly ] fucking migrantmonkey-talk. why do they hirethese greasy subs? negative, sir.definite illegal. detain him for now. [ device beeping ] i'm readinga second life form! where? in the truck.
check it out. you troddn'on the devil's ground now, vall'ysman. i'm sayin' jus' once. that offlander ain't gettin'to the top. time for you to let goof that rope. you trespass,you pay the price. now drop that rope. drop that rope!
enforcer #12: forcecon one entering the truck. roger that. maintaining visual. it's her! everything okay, huh? what?! freeze! [ whirs ] i.m.e., i.m.e.!
[ exhales slowly ] who are you? commander hae-joo chang. first science officerof the union rebellion. why are you doing this? 'cause i believe you havethe power to change this world. old georgie:now drop that rope. let go of that rope!let go of that rope! abbess: hands'a'bleedin', can't let go.
zachry:hands'a'bleedin'... can't let go. don't let go. no. thank you, zachry. you savin' me twicely now. you fall, i catch you. [ glass shatters ] excessive force confirmed. stop them.stop them now!
what are you doing, boy? i thoughti'd made myself clear. do what you want.i'm leaving. fine, frobisher.go. but i'll take this. give that to me! it's mine! i'm warning you. under the conditionsof this relationship,
i'm certainlywithin my legal rights. give it to me or,i swear to god, i will kill youas you stand! you're a coward. i'll do it. you won't pullthat trigger. your kind never does. [ both gasp ] [ indistinct shouting on deck ]
ah, yes.yes, well... how faresour worm today, adam? i'm afraid it has takenthe best of me. oh, no, no, no.nonsense. nonsense. you mustn't give up. you must thinkof your beautiful wife. you must think of tilda. they're trapped in the damway.we've got them. come on.
what are you doing? come on, come on.hurry! zachry: nay, the dead never stay dead. open your ears 'n they never stop a'yibberin'. what is this place? before the fall, old uns built dwellings, beyond the sky,among the stars, and... this place joined herewith there.
'tis she. the old uns prayed to sonmisame as valleysmen? nay, not 'cisely same. [ indistinct conversations ] enforcer: move it! move it.step aside. over here. this way. get out of my way! now, stay close.fabricants get snatched here. all clear.
no sweat. we're partners. but you gotta tell mewhat's happening. okay. let me take off theseclothes, call the cops, and i promisei'll tell you everything that happenedin the morning. okay, but i hope you realizeyou just said exactly what every characterin any decent mystery says right beforethey get killed.
good night, javier. what'd you meandown there, 'bout... the old uns and valleysmenprayin' to sonmi, not 'cisely the same? i mean... they were differing. differing. how? you want the true-true?
[ dance music plays ] this is where you live? this is whereunion was born. meronym:sonmi weren't no god. she died hundredsof years ago on a faraway pen'suladeadlanded now. i cog valleysman b'liefs'. i know abbess teach'd yousonmi was a mir'cle, birthed o' darwingod o' smart,
but ain't the true-true. old georgie: lies. her life was sad'n judased. she died tryin' to changethe old-uns thinkin'. lies, nothin' but lies. nay, nay, you're lyin'. the nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words... sonmi?
'fore she died, she spokeof her acts 'n' deedins'. her wordsa heartsake blessin' minder'mewhat's the true-true. how longyou lissin t'this?! how long you jus' stand therean' let a stranger keep fuckin' your b'liefs up 'n down,and in 'n out?! our lives are not our own. from womb to tomb, we are bound to others.
zachry. you o'right? finish your sussin'. [ muffled screams ] shh! if i wanted to kill you,you'd be dead. i'm not gonna hurt you.i just wanna talk. be cool, all right? oh! aah!
and if i wanted to kill you,you'd be dead already. how's that feel, huh? good conversation starter,isn't it? you are lester rey's daughter,that's for goddamn sure. you knew my father? korean war.i was in the 21. that's me on the end,next to your dad. the mortar landed so close it could've dropped outof my ass.
if your fatherhadn't done what he did, i wouldn't be here. guess that makes twoof us. oh, yeah,you ain't let go that rope 'cause you a lustin'... for that darkly,sweet'meat. ah, cog it all now. this whore,with her cokeynut skin... 'n her slywise mask,smilin' n wormin' her way
so you trustn bring her here... scavin n sivvin for what? for what, fool? they want the island. prescients want it all. you judasing your kin... for a piece of ass. she ain't your tribe!she ain't even your color! this jezebel ignores your yarnsand ways,
spinnin' and spoutin'her woahsome lies, and you lap it uplike a dog in heat! it ain't true. ain't it?then do sumthin', stop her! take your spikerand slit her throat. protect your tribe! protect your sisand little catkin! kill her now'fore it's too late! they will kill you.
you don't know these peoplelike i do. yeah? well, if that's all you cameto tell me, you're a little bit late. somebody just forced meoff the swannekkee bridge. this is out of control. you know who did it? a contractor.calls himself bill smoke. and...
he got sachs. isaac? a bomb on his plane. the pressis blaming the plo. he was a threat,like sixsmith. like...you. union soldier: they all need toget in here, to pass the point. bring them through. sonmi-451.
i am most honoredto meet you. i am general an-kor apis,leader of union. luisa:who's paying him? the same guy that pays me. lloyd hooks? he was in pikesconsulting. yeah, i heard of them.they were... lobbyistsfor oil companies. but... why would big oilhire lloyd hooks
to run a nuclear reactor? you got that same lookyour father used to get. you see it, don't you? hooks doesn't wantthe report discovered because he doesn't wantthe reactor fixed. he wants it to fail. this is about the futureof energy in this country. they want the explosion,the chaos and carnage. the more deaths,the better.
[ grunts ]can't cog it. words and worrinslike a wasp's nest poke'd and prod'd by you! you come elbowingin my life, yibberin'about the true-true an' never tellingthe whole true. i need to cogwhat you're doing! i told you.i come to send a plea o'help. help, why?
to steal our land? to kill and slave us all?what you want?! prescients dyin', zachry.jus' like catkin. this world poisoned meand all my kin. we get no help,find no home offland away. i sayso truesome,we not s'vive. we not s'vive. frobisher: ayrs has the dogs after me. the bullet passed through,
killing little more than his appetite, yet he's out for blood. will have to pay the piper. i should call the cops. won't help. how do i knowyou're not lying to me? smoke'll be coming for me as soon as he figures outi'm with you. we need that report.
i can't protect you for longwithout it. general apis -- you, my dear... are proof our effortswere not in vain. but i'm justa dinery server. i was not genomedto alter reality. no revolutionary ever was. [ breathes deeply ] i'm sorry.i cannot do what you're asking.
it would be a difficult choicefor anyone. but before you callyour decision final, there is one last thingi would like you to see in order to fully understandwhat we are fighting for. cross your fingersand toes. [ machinery grinding ] if your prayerbe answered... will prescients never returnto the valley again? those wishin' to come with us,be welcome.
the valley is my home. are you all right? i know it is forbidden. frobisher: sixsmith, i climb the steps of the scott monument every morning, and all becomes clear. wish i could make you see this brightness. don't worry, all is well. all is so perfectly, damnably well!
i understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. all boundaries are conventions waiting to be transcended. one may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. at moments like this, i can feel your heart beating as clearly as i feel my own, and i know that separation is an illusion.
my life extends far beyond the limitations of me. molyneux:all hands wear ship! man: all hands! [ thunder crashes ] storm is comin',mr. ewing. got to get youdown below. i'm not runninga fucking charity. out with you! on you go!
oh, mr. ewing. a-a-a-a word, if i may? dangerous timeswe live in, eh? quite a scandal. they say this ruffian,robert frobisher, is a composer. you're a composer too,aren't you, mr. "ewing"? the constable askedto search my rooms. i know how hard you're working,so i told him
there's no oneon the third floor. it costs quite a bit of moneyto keep an entire floor empty. that's all i have. oh. [ grunts ] what a beautifulwaistcoat. javier: if these lettersaren't important, why do youkeep reading them? i don't know. maybe i'm just tryingto understand something.
why we keep making the samemistakes over and over. maybe you should ask... megan. do you know a megan? that's his niece. how do you know that? looks like he mailedsomething to her. probably used the envelopehe was keeping the letters in. come on, luisa. first ruleof mystery writing:
a good clue always leadsto another clue. cavendish: when "the ghastly ordeal of timothy cavendish" is turned into a film, i'm thinking for the role of the hero one part sir laurence olivier... with a dash of michael caine. who the hell is this? cavendish: [ disguised voice ]dr. conway, aurora house. i'm coveringfor dr. upward.
oh, is this about mother? yes, it is,mr. hotchkiss. i'm afraid you muststeel yourself. i don't think she's goingto last the night. unfortunately, it isn'ta convenient time for us. do we really need to comeright now? no, no, of course not, but she did ask for youspecifically, and she seems quite upsetabout her last will.
we'll be right there. [ thunder crashing ] cavendish: the plan was a series of toppling dominoes that had commenced with ernie announcing my death to nurse noakes. i know, i know! the entire ambush hinged upon the silence of mr. meeks. mr. cavendish? everything all right?
don't leave me here! [ muffled pop music playingon radio ] you! i knew it was too goodto be true! you cantankerous witch! mr. hotchkiss, your motheris my dearest friend here. do please hurry. and so, adieu! which, translated literallyfrom the french,
means "to commend before... god"! [ dialing ] secretary: i have joe napieron line one, mr. hooks. he said he can't wait. for god's sake, joe,i am late already. what's up? joe: i got a callfrom that reporter. rey? she was askingabout sixsmith. i see.
you said she wasn'tgonna be a problem. well, some problems are moreresilient than others, joe. where's the ruddy key? did he not leave itin the ignition? his wife was driving!she took it! the ruddy female took the key inwith her! oh, sweet saint ruddy jude,what do we do now? look under the sun flap! yes!
what is it? it's not a key.what do you do with it? what else could it be? well, how does it work?! shite! veronica: oh, no! well, think of something!you're the genius! you're the ruddyruddy genius! we're done for.
oh, boy. i can't even believei agreed to do this. is this thing working?i mean, is it even on? can you hear me? just keep walking. [ horns honking ] i think he's behind me. whatever you do,don't look back. get out of my caror i'll sue!
i'm gonna flay your arsestraight into a coma if you don't openthis door! you! out! get out ofmy bloody car! cavendish! get out of there,cavendish! what's that button for? get out of my bloody car! [ engine turns over ]
[ mid-tempo rock music plays ] [ tires screech ] oh, no.it's mr. meeks. he does want to come.oh, dear. ruddy bloody hell. all for oneand one for all? the gate! veronica, would you unlockthe door for mr. meeks? hello, mr. meeks!we're out for a nighttime drive.
i know! i know! [ chain rattling ] ramming speed! oh, how thrilling! oh, no! foot to the floor,cavendish! here we go! [ all cheer ] come on now, adam,handsomely does it.
oh, the worm fights back. it is always darkestbefore the dawn. mr. ewing is at a criticaljuncture in his treatment. the next few hours willdetermine if he lives or dies. then i stay here. no, no, no, no, no,you can't. i must.mr. ewing save my life. he my duty. listen to me,you ignorant ape.
mr. ewing doesn't want youaround him. you probably infected himto begin with! he begged me, and i quote, "keep that dirty niggeraway from me." so, please,kindly respect his wishes! [ truck beeping ] where did he go? oh, shit. [ tires screeching ]
to freedom! freedom! [ all singing indistinctly ] [ all groan ] bullshit! man: that's it. england does it again. scotland goes down in flames. oh, the embarrassment! you are going to be sorry inways you cannot even imagine. man:fuckin' english bastards!
h-- heeeeeeeelp! [ bullet ricochets ] [ gun clicks ] fuck! joe! no illegals here!no illegals here! look,i'm not an inspector. bossaway!bossaway!
we need your help. no necesitamos contraol,ni la policia aqui. los papeles estã¡n en orden.mi jefe no estã¡... i don't understand. [ speaking spanish ] oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. are there no true scotsmenin the house? those there english gerunts are trampling all overmy god-given rights!
[ crowd murmurs ] these people are mine. [ crowd growls,television shuts off ] they've used meand my pals most direly, and we're in need of a wee bitof assistance! highlander: aye, pal. we'll not let you down. now you just look here,you grebo. you can go shagyour bloody sporran --
[ all shouting ] usted quien es?no es dia de visitas. no queremos a nadieaqui ni a usted tampoco. two people came in here.which way did they go? we treat workers good! los tratamos muy bien.no need union! which way did they go? [ dog barking ] ay mamita!tranquilito, mi pobre....
shut up! my boss has many friends. shut the fuck up! don't make a mistake! stupid fucking wetback. what, what,what was that, adam? how shall i comprehendwhen you drool and dribble so? oh, let me hazard a guess. something in the key of,
"oh, henry,how could you do this to me? i thought we were friends." well, unfortunately,you were wrong. wrong. like horrox andyour silly father-in-law. there is only one rulethat binds all people, one governing principle that defines every relationshipon god's green earth. "the weak are meatand the strong do eat."
[ gunshots ] that way. [ gun cocks ] i told hooks youcouldn't be trusted, joe. you'll be next,you son-of-a-bitch. part of the business. enjoy your retirement. [ object thuds ] and don't call mea fucking wetback!
molyneux:stand by to take in... why, you ask? [ panting ]it's absurdly simple. there is gold in your trunk.i want it... so i have killed youfor it. [ gags ] [ door slams open ] get away from mr. ewingor i kill you. mr. ewing, mr. ewing!
[ distorted voice ]got to flush you out. come on, mr. ewing, come on. aaah! [ coughing ] [ yelling in distance ] what was that? kona war cry. oh, no, no, sonmi, no! this is what the generalwanted me to see?
frobisher: the end rushes towards me. unable to eat or sleep. like ewing, the "mortal coil" has become a noose. [ choir vocalizing ] would rather become music. [ vocalizing continues ] they believe they are goingto xultation... but they are not,are they? welcome. oso oseyo.
take a seat. just relax. this is to removeyour collar. [ device clicks ] [ sobbing ] rose. [ snoring continues ] abbess: enemy's sleepin', don't slit that throat. [ gags, snorts ]
[ yells ] their genomics industrydemands a huge quantity of biomatterfor wombtanks. but more importantly, to sustain their engineeredlabor force. recycled fabricantsare a cheap source of protein. soap. they feed us to ourselves. that ship...
that shipmust be destroyed. the systems that built themmust be torn down. no matter if we are bornin a tank or a womb, we are all pureblood. we must all fight... and, if necessary, die... to teach peoplethe truth. this is what we have beenwaiting for. frobisher: it's done.
oh! oh! here, here, catkin. oh! oh, catkin. shh, shh. no. [ cries ] [ whistles ] ahh! ahh! archivist:you were then taken to a union-controlledsatellite link.
sonmi-451:i broadcast my revelation to the 12 statesand 4 off-world colonies. 18 minutes later,the enforcers attacked. sonmi-451: to be is to be perceived. and so to know thyselfis only possible through the eyes of the other. the natureof our immortal lives is in the consequencesof our words and deeds that go on apportioningthemselves
throughout all time. [ eerily ] zachry. [ chuckles evilly ] unc'a zach! hide, hide. zachry! nay! nay! nay! you kill chief.now you meat. aah! [ grunts ] aaaah!
[ grunts, panting ] zachry: catkin. safe now. safe, safe now. thank sonmi. no, thank you. [ distorted voice ]come on, mr. ewing, one more. one more. [ normal voice ]salt clean out your stomach.
good, good. come on, mr. ewing, come on.come on. see where we are?see where we are? home. megan sixsmith? make them pay. you can count on it. my uncle was a scientist, but he believed that lovewas real...
a kind of... natural phenomenon. he believed that... love could outlive death. frobisher: finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in cambridge. watched my final sunrise, enjoyed a last cigarette. didn't think the view could be any more perfect... until i saw that beat-up trilby.
honestly, sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, i don't believe i've ever seen anything more beautiful. watched you for as long as i dared. i don't believe it was a fluke that i saw you first. captain say-soedtake you with us. i wanna go with meronym. go -- go where? prescients n'same boatas us.
got no home neitherwise. nay...not yet. you think someonegoing to hear your prayer, come down from the sky? p'haps. p'haps one day. [ scoffs ] one dayain't but a flea o' hope. yay, and fleasain't so easy to rid. i believe there is another world
waiting for us, sixsmith. a better world, and i'll be waiting for you there. may i help you, sir? yes, thank you, i'm looking for a friendwho came to edin... burgh. i believe we do not stay dead long. find me beneath the corsican stars where we first kissed.
yours eternally, r.f. [ gasps, panting ] [ sobs ] the report said commander changwas killed in the assault. that is correct. would you saythat you loved him? yes, i do. do you mean you are stillin love with him? i meanthat i will always be.
our lives are not our own. from womb to tomb... we are bound to others... past and present... ...and by each crimeand every kindness, we birth our future. in your revelation, you spoke of the consequencesof an individual's life ripplingthroughout eternity.
does this mean that you believein an afterlife? in a heaven or a hell? i believedeath is only a door. when it closes,another opens. if i cared to imaginea heaven, i would imaginea door opening... and behind it... i would find him there... waiting for me.
i'm home...i'm home. oh, god,i missed you so much! thank you, sir. if i may askone last question -- you had to know this unionscheme was doomed to fail. then why did you agreeto it? this is what general apisasked of me. what, to be executed? if i had remained invisible,the truth would stay hidden.
i couldn't allow that. and what if no one believesthis "truth"? someone already does. adam? good god! i have just been recountingyour astonishing adventure. please join us. get him a chair. no, no, thank you.i-i cannot stay. well,what are you doing here?
i thought the doctor saidat least three weeks in bed? he did,but this couldn't wait. i need to speakwith you, sir. privately. excuse me. is that the contractfrom reverend horrox? it is indeed. well, you know,i could have sent a boy. are you insane?! no, i owe my lifeto a self-freed slave.
and i cannotin good conscience participate in this kindof business any longer. this would makesuch a good book. i'll drink to that. chh! cavendish: outside, fat snowflakes are falling on slate roofs and granite walls. goddamn you, sir! if you were notmy daughter's husband --
tilda: hello, father. tilda? what is going on? i've come to say goodbye. goodbye?where are you going? we're moving back east to workwith the abolitionists. [ scoffing ] what? that poisonhas rotted your brain! well, if it has,i highly recommend it.
i've not felt this goodin years. tilda, i forbid you from goinganywhere with this madman! i've been afraid of youmy whole life, father. i'm going with my husband. adam! listen to me. for the sake of my grandson,if not your own. there is a natural orderto this world, and those who try to upend itdo not fare well.
this movementwill never survive. if you join them, you and your entire familywill be shunned. at best, you'll exist as pariahto be spat on and beaten. at worst,lynched or crucified. for what? no matter what you do, it will never amountto anything more than a single dropin a limitless ocean!
but what is an oceanbut a multitude of drops? well, firey dyin'. just as well. my yarning is done. together: no! please! tell us one more!come on! please! meronym: come on in here,you little buggers! come on, it's gettin' cold! now, you heard your grammy.go on. get on with ya.
[ zachry grunting,children laughing ] you like it out here,don'tcha, grampy? supposin' it minders meof my valley, huh? which is earth? there. that one there.that blue shimmerer. now, help your grampy up. [ grunts ] oh, yeah. are you gonna tell us'bout the woahsome ship
and the big sleepand all the nex'nexs? no, your grammy tells thenex'nexs way better than me. do you still love grammy? your grammy... is the best thing that everhappened to me. meronym:come on here, grampy. lemme warm them old bones.