Police Officer: you

Winston: 13.

Winston: That gives me an hour to do it. Use this weapon against them. Buying it was easy
enough. Getting it home is the hard part. The park is the safest route. through the
playground, past the bandstand. If someone finds it on me, I'll be killed. There'll be no trial,
no report of my arrest. They'll shoot me in the back of the head. My name will be removed
from the registers. My existence denied and then forgotten. I'll simply disappear. But I don't
care. Because the crime I'm about to commit is the only way to communicate with you.
The future.

Police Officer: Watch out, comrade. Sorry, Rushing to get a good spot, Spot? Over by the
bandstand. It's about to start.

Winston: Oh, yeah.

Police Officer: All right then, children. It's 13 o'clock. You know what that means?

Children: Get the traitor!

Police Officer: Who wants to see her hanging?

Police Officer: Don't push, everyone will get to see. Got to love their enthusiasm.

Yes, got to. I'll walk over with you, comrade.

Winston: So, who are they hanging?

Police Officer: Oh, a young couple. Shame, in a way. Only twenty. They asked to be hanged
holding hands. But there are rules for thought criminals like them.

Winston: Yeah, what did they do?

Police Officer: Oh, no idea. But no doubt they were thinking something awful against the
party. And it's the thinking that matters.

Winston: Of course. Of course.

Announcer: Let the executions begin!

Female Convict: It's okay. It's okay. Just... Just look at me. Look at me. You won't feel it.

Winston: I wonder how long it will be until I'm stood on the gallows for what I'm about to
commit. For my thought crime. Because the weapon in my pocket isn't a gun, or a knife, or
a bomb. It's a book. A beautiful blank book ready for me to commit my thoughts my crimes
to you to the future when people are different from one another and do not live alone a time
where truth exists and what is done cannot be undone. From the age of uniformity, from the
age of solitude and doublethink, from the age of Big Brother. From me, Winston Smith.
Greetings from 1984.

Winston: Victory Mansions is in sight. My rotting apartment building shored up with timber,
surrounded by bomb sites like the rest of London. The chief city of Airstrip One. The place I
call home.

Parsons: Oh! Oh, Winston!

Winston: Parsons!

Parsons: Oh, my... stuff’s everywhere!

Winston: Oh, let... no, sorry, let me help.

Winston: Tom Parsons. He lives on my floor. How's the family?

Parsons: Um, yeah, plus good, old boy. Uh, getting very excited for Hate Week. Gonna put on
a tremendous show.

Winston: He's a man of paralyzing stupidity.

Parsons: I tell you; it'll be the most hateful Hate Week we've ever seen. I'm about to head
back to the Ministry of Truth, shall we walk together?

Winston: Oh, I'll head back shortly, but... but see you later, Parsons.

Parsons: Well, it's nearly 14, Smith. Surely the records department don't allow half days?
Winston: Extended lunch break. Resting my bad leg.

Parsons: Ah, right, yes. Well, limp's not getting any better, is it, old boy? Ungood. Double
plus ungood.

Winston: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Seven flights up to our floor and no use trying the lift. The
electric currents cut off during daylight hours with the economic drive for hate week. For
hate week? Yep, I know, I know, I know, I must be going. To commit a crime punishable by
death.

Parsons: Oh, I hope you like the new poster of BB on each landing.

Winston: Yeah, it's fantastic.

Parsons: Double plus critical rate.

Winston: London is covered in these posters. I imagine all of Oceania is an enormous face
plastered across the entire continent. On coins, stamps, book covers, banners, cigarette
packets. The face of a man, ruggedly handsome with a heavy black mustache. His eyes
follow you when you move. And underneath... the words:
BB: big brother is watching you.

Winston: Big brother is watching you. Always.

News Anchor: A news flash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front. Our forces in
South India have won a glorious victory. I am authorized to say that the action we are now
reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end. Here is the news
flash. Oceania is at war with Eurasia. Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia.

Winston: Big Brother watches us through the telescreens. Every room has one. Every room
in every building. Always on. A constant stream of news. Of wars and rations and enemies
and heroes. And you can never turn them off. Only down a little which draws attention. I've
got to think very carefully about what I'm doing now. They'll be watching carefully. Just get
my victory gin out of the cupboard like normal.

Surveillant: Reporting 6079 Smith, Victory Mansion's Apartment 44. Just returned home on
orthodox time. Lowered telescreen volume. On orthodox behavior. Zoom in.

Winston: And move to the window calmly. Keep my back to the telescreen. Drop my
shoulders. Even a back can be revealing. Just stand here for a moment. Collect myself. From
here, I can see the four ministries of government which tower over the grime. The Ministry
of Truth, where I work. The Ministry of Plenty, responsible for economic affairs. The
Ministry of Peace, which concerns itself with war. And the Ministry of Love, Law and Order.
That's where thought criminals are taken, and the most dreadful things happen. Has it
always been like this? Nothing remains of my childhood except a series of images. Confused
people fighting in the streets. A revolution? Bombs? Starvation?

A woman holding a child.

Something... something terrifying... in another room, in a nightmare... just out of view.

I've stood here long enough. Need to take my medicine. It's like being hit around the head
with a rubber club, but it will help nerve myself. So... One, two, three!

Good. Now, before I turn around, make sure my features are set in the right expression.
Let's go for quiet optimism.

Mm-hmm. Good. And make my way to the alcove in the corner. It was probably intended
to hold bookshelves once upon a time. But I found that putting the table here and sitting on
the far side at a certain angle means that I'm completely... 6079 Smith, now out of view.
Microphones in hands.

They can still hear me, of course, but they can't see me. So, to finally do this.

Such beautiful paper. What did that little old man call it?
Keep... keep something. Think, Winston, remember! It's important to remember. The first
time I saw it was a few weeks ago in a little junk shop in a poor quarter of town. The street
was bursting with proles.

It's considered unorthodox for party members to visit these areas, and I'd seen a patrol
passing up ahead stopped in a crowd, keeping my head low, pretending to listen to some
street music.

Don't I know it? I took the kids to the flicks last night. All these English socialists watching.
A few weeks ago Oceania was at war with East Asia. Laughing and hollering. And allies with
Eurasia. Bloody Ingsoc. Now it's the other way around. It's a war film. There's ships
somewhere full of East Asians getting shot at. Helicopters shooting them in the boat trying
to swim away. And they was laughing? Disgusting. Bloody Ingers.

This mother holding her little boy, we watched him get blown up and all these Ingsoc in
there cheering. Artless bastards, the lot... Oh, shh. Keep your voice down. What? There's one
there. An Ingsoc. But there is overalls. 6079. Oi, mate, you lost or something?

Watch your patrol catch you down here, mate. You'll get chucked in the Ministry of Love. I
would have gone straight home if I hadn't seen it in the window of this half-empty junk
shop. A beautiful book with cream-laid paper. I was instantly struck by an overwhelming
desire to possess it.

Oh, good evening, sir. Oh, comrade. Shoelaces, is it? Amount of razor blades, I'm afraid. No,
I was... I was just passing and I saw in the window, um... the, um... the book. Oh?

Ah, yes. The keepsake album. Keepsake. That's the word. Beautiful bit of paper, isn't it?
There's not been paper made like this for, oof, I dare say, 50 years. But it's even older than
that, surely. A keen eye, eh? I must say it's heartening to meet a fellow nostalgist.

I could sell it for... two dollars? Uh... no, you know, on second thoughts, um... no, I'll just
take some shoelaces please. Yeah. Oh. Very welcome, right? But if you fancy coming back
for the book, I'll put it aside a few weeks. For a fellow nostalgicist.

And the old man kept his word. He knew I'd be back. I was a bonfire waiting for a spark.

And today, the spark finally came.

In many ways, the crime has already been committed. By thinking. By communicating with
you. But to mark this page is the decisive act.

And I am already dead.

So here goes.

April 4th, 1984.

An incident happened this morning at the Ministry of Truth, and it set off a chain reaction
in me. Inspired me to finally communicate with you. To finally become a thought criminal.

The Ministry of Truth is an enormous pyramid of glittering white concrete, soaring up 300
meters into the air.

Inside it is said to contain over 3,000 rooms, all filled with people working on news,
entertainment, education and the arts.

Here you might maintain the novel writing machines in the fiction department.

Or you might watch one of the thousands of telescreens in what they call audience data,
which is actually just surveillance.

Reporting 8288 Butler, Emory Villiers, cubicle 405, unorthodox behaviour. Reporting 5152
Foley, Ministry of Plenty, Apartment 12, Micronex.

Request in rewrite squad for work on spanking stories. Or you might develop material for
the proles down in... Pornosec. Re-write squad needed for spanking stories. Climactic
modulation still too predictable.

Or, like me, you might rectify history in the records department where this morning I was
sitting in my cubicle muttering into my speak right.

Inside the cubicle to my left is Tillotson, a small, precise-looking man, whose spectacles
always dart me a hostile flash whenever I glance in his direction. To my right, a sandy-
haired woman called Ling, who toils day in, day out, going through the newspapers,
tracking down and deleting the names of people who've been vaporized and therefore
never existed in the first place.

E.A. Vaporized. Non-person. E.A. Blair. Never existed. Non-people, they're called, or un-
people. Ling is particularly suited to this task as her own husband was vaporized a few
years ago. Not that I'm supposed to remember him. Remembering something that never
existed is double-think. Logging contraband discovery. Victory mansions. Our cubicles are
minuscule. Uniform, impersonal. A chair. Speak right.

and desk with two holes either side. The one to the right is the end of a pneumatic tube
which brings us instructions, corrections to be made in the archives of newspapers. These
are written entirely in newspeak. 31283 reporting BB day order double plus ungood refs.
Unpersons rewrite full wires up sub anti-file. The hole to the left? A large oblong slit
protected by a wire grating. This is for the disposal of paper. There must be tens of

thousands of these in the Ministry of Truth. They all lead down to some enormous furnace
somewhere.

Feel the current of warm air. We call them memory holes.

Comrade? What? Comrade Link, It's nearly eleven hundred. Eleven? Look at you, working
away. Keenness, eh? Drag your chair over, comrade. Yes, of course. Nearly eleven hundred
means time to drag our chairs into the centre of the hall, opposite the big telescreen. Ready
for the two minutes' hate.

really need this today, Smith. I tell you, I've got double plus belly feel. Ampleforth. A
dreamy creature who rewrites poetry and newspeak. I am gonna scream my lungs out at
the bastard. Everyone changes during the hate. Take your seats. The two minutes' hate is
about to commence. And as if things weren't bad enough, the only space where I could fit
my chair... But when I see Big Brother's face, it's like... ...was in front of her.

The Dark Haired Girl. She works in the fiction department. I don't even know her name, but
I hate her so much. Or good sex in newspeak. This woman is all hockey fields and cold baths
and clean mindedness.

with her scarlet sash tied round the waist of her overalls, the emblem of the Junior Anti-Sex
League. Our last good sex hike was out in the hills of the golden country.

Beauty. Oh wow, look. This bigot, this swallower of slogans. She could even be the thought
police. She could even hear my thoughts right now. Comrade? Yes, comrade. No need to
look so frightened. I just wondered if you might move your head a little so I can see him. Oh.
See... And then I saw who she meant. O'Brien.

A member of the Inner Party, so important and remote, no one really has an idea what he
does. I've seen him perhaps a dozen times in his many years. What's he doing down here?
Oh, if you need a seat, comrade, please have mine. Oh, thank you. Thank you, comrade.
Ampleforth, my name, not that you need to know that, I must find a seat, actually. I do so
love to hate. Ampleforth will be vaporized soon.

I wish I'd thought of that. He could have had my chair. And with any luck, so will the dark
haired girl. O'Brien was two seats away from me. I'd never been so close to him. Large,
burly, like a prizefighter, but a charming manner, disarming, civilized. Why have I always
felt deeply drawn to this man? Because of some... belief I have. Or hope?

That O'Brien's political orthodoxy is... not perfect. I don't know what it is exactly. But
something about his face suggests it. Irresistibly.

Comrades, the following is a message you just received from Emmanuel Goldstein. Enemy
of the people, Primal traitor, and earliest defiler of the party. I am Emmanuel Goldstein,
and this is a message to all the hopeless souls of Oceania who follow Big Brother. Hear this
warning. The Brotherhood is coming for you. The Brotherhood is all around you. The
Brotherhood is hiding in plain sight. We are your neighbor.

Your colleague, we are amassing our army and, like a virus, we will destroy you from the
inside. This is your final chance to join us. This is your final chance to seek out our brothers
and sisters, to read my book and follow my instructions, to denounce the dictatorship of
the party, to demand the immediate conclusion of peace with Eurasia. I know this is
implausible. I know this man could never really overthrow the party.

But his attacks are so exaggerated and perverse, a child could see through them.

something about his face, his voice, the people around me whipping into a frenzy always
makes my diaphragm constrict and every time without control I find myself standing,
shouting with everyone else a hideous ecstasy of fear and hatred flows through all of us like
an electric current we're connected by it.

Even O'Brien looks flushed, his chest swelling and quivering, the hate pours out of him and
into me and I'm filled with it, I'm shouting, I'm shouting!

I hate everything. I hate everyone. I hate Tillotson and Umpleforth and Ling, and especially
the Darkhaired Girl. I hate you. You bigots, you thought police. I hate you. I hate you!

And most of all, I hate Big Brother! I hate Big-

Comrades, this is Big Brother. I am here for you. I am always here to protect you, to watch
over you.

Now, say our slogan proudly with me. War is peace. War is peace. Freedom is slavery.
Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength. Ignorance is strength. And then came the part
which makes my entrails grow cold.

the sub-human chanting. Self-hypnosis, deliberate drowning of consciousness fills me with

horror. I chant with them, of course. But in that chanting, there was a moment where the
expression in my eyes betrayed me, where I showed a flicker of contempt for all of this.
And it was exactly at this moment when the significant thing happened.

The thing which made me buy the book, which made me commit this thought crime in the
first place and start speaking to you.

I caught O'Brien's eye.

just for a fraction of a second, but it was long enough to know. Yes, I know now. O'Brien
was thinking the same thing as me. It was like I could hear his- I'm with you, Winston.

on your side.

And then, like that, the thought was gone. I blinked and O'Brien's face was as inscrutable
as everybody else's. Two minutes hate has ended. Resume your workstations. Well, I really
let myself go there.

Such a fleeting moment that at first I questioned whether it happened at all, but I know it
did. And it keeps alive in me the belief, the hope, that it isn't just me.
That there are other enemies of the party out there. That the Brotherhood really does exist.
And there are people like me who want to scream. Down with Big Brother! Down with Big
Brother! Down with Big Brother! I don't care anymore. Not now. I've started sharing it with
you. The Thought Police will come for me. They'll break down the door to this flat. They'll
find this book and vaporize me. Delete me! I'll be a non-person, but I don't care!

I'm not alone anymore. I'm not alone, so let them come, let them come, let them-

This is it. It's over already.

Up with your hands, traitor! Darling, don't arrest Comrade Smith. But he's a thought
criminal, you idiot. Isn't she just bursting with enthusiasm? They've been learning about
thought criminals in her junior spies group, Comrade.

Please, please don't take it personally. No, no, no, won't, Mrs Parsons. He's hiding
something in there. I know it. Oh, darling. Don't you think you should go and teach your
brother about thought criminals? What if he's got some intelligence on someone without
even knowing it? Don't tell me what to do. Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Stupid woman. I know
a thought criminal when I see one. Um, how can I help, comrade? Oh, um...

Yes, comrade. Do you think you could have a look at our kitchen sink? It's just this moment
become blocked and... Oh, yes, yeah, no problem. Of course, if Tom was home, he'd put it
right in a moment. He loves anything like that. Right, yeah, that's... No sign of thought,
please. I shouldn't leave the diary for too long, I didn't even close it. You know, he's very,
very good with his hands. Erm... Pardon? Nothing. Oh, Tom. Tom.

And just in here.

Ah, nice flat, spacious. Thank you comrade. Oh, excuse the toys. Oh, ow, I'm so sorry, stood
on someone's catapult. Fine, give it here traitor.

Only 20 grams now. Oh, but 20 grams, better than nothing. I'm sure I speak for all of us
when I say we'll do whatever it takes for the war efforts. Look, we've got criminals.
Criminal! Let's him. Oh, put your hands straight up. We're gonna get you.

No you're not!

You

Oh, was that her catapult? She's an excellent shot. She's a little disappointed we couldn't
go to the park earlier. to the hanging. Sure, yeah, shame. It was a good one. Did you hear
that, you idiot? We missed a good one. I know. It's a blooming great big shame, darling. But I
promise I'll take you to the next one, OK? Erm, it's just that we have to help your father
prepare for hate week. Remember?

Another two years and these little spies will be denouncing their parents to the Thought
Police. They're like tiger cubs play fighting all this some glorious game. But soon they'll be
man eaters. and Tom's on the side there. Oh thank you. I've got my eye on you traitor.
Thought criminal.

Such enthusiasm, You should have seen what my little spy did at market the other day. She
set an old woman on fire. I can tell it. Yes darling, of course you can. Silly, stupid mate,
stupid idiot. It was some old butcher woman. She was clearly a thought criminal. So I snuck
up behind her and set fire to her skirt. Burned her quite badly. Isn't that the most double
plus good thing you've heard all day, comrade? Oh absolutely, double plus good work little
comrade.

Though, gave her away as a thought criminal? Not that Comrade Smith is questioning your
intuition, darling. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, She was wrapping sausages in a poster of Big
Brother. Oh, well. That is unforgivable. They took her to the Ministry of Love, and I know
what will happen to her there. Someone in the spies told me... Oh, they keep their ears to the
ground at the spies. They'll keep her in a room with no windows or clocks. Ugh. Where am

Tie her to a bed.

Eat up, Butcher Woman. Where shall we feed sausages? As it tastes. What is this meat? But
there'll be something wrong. Something about the flavour. You mean you can't feel it?
Painkillers will wear off soon. Only then will she realise that half of her leg is missing. And
the sausage meat...

Needs from Malabar to the telescreen! Malabar! Children. Yes. So imaginative. But also,
correct. I'll leave you to it. Oh, please, no, thank you, yes.

All she can do is smile. That's all anyone can do. The same dead look in everyone's eyes.
Everyone except him. For that one moment back in the Ministry of Truth this morning. I'm
with you, Winston. O'Brien. I'm on your side. Yes. We shall meet in the place where there is
no darkness. I've heard you say this before, I'm sure, in a dream. You must keep writing the
book. You must keep thinking these thoughts.

I will. You are speaking to the future, to the past. The past? The past is important, Winston,
remember. Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls
the past. The past.

Thanks for

The lunch queue at the Ministry of Truth.

Natasha Syme, captain of the Ministry's chess team. I wanted to ask, have you got any
shoelaces?

No, not one. Oh, well. Thanks. Hey, did you come and see the prisoners being hanged in the
park yesterday?
Yeah, I caught a bit of it. Yeah. Really? Oh, can you tell me about it? I heard it was too
perverts. I heard one wet themselves. Yes. Brilliant. I love that. Did they tie their feet
together? Yeah, I think so. It's a shame. I think it spoils it when they do that. I like to see
them kicking. Oh, yeah. Yeah, me too. And at the end there, did the tongs stick out all blue? I
love that, don't you? It's so funny. Yeah. Yeah. It's hilarious.

yeah next thank god for that she was practically dribbling

What's this? Mate stew. Right, right. And those grey bits? The mate. Oh, delicious.

Is your bread enough? I could have a nails in with it. Oh, there's a table over there, Smith.
Under that telescreen. Let's pick up a Victor-Ig in on the way. Anything to get through
lunch.

6079 Smith in canteen with 5981. Sime. Microphones enhance. Like those two perverts in
the park, they're all around us. Could be anyone. Goldstein can turn anyone at any moment.
There are most likely thought criminals sat among us in this canteen right now. That's...
That's terrifying thought.

Oh, I meant to ask, how is the Newspeak dictionary getting on? Ah, double plus good. I'm
on the adjectives. It is fascinating. We're getting the language into its final shape, the shape
it's going to have when nobody speaks anything else. Just set my expression to quietly
interested and swallow down this gruel.

I dare say you think that our chief job is inventing new words, but not a bit of it. We're
destroying words, comrade. Scores of them. Hundreds, every day. We're cutting language
down to the bone. It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words. Of course, the great
wastage is in verbs and adjectives, but there are hundreds of nouns that can be got rid of as
well. Take good, for instance. If you have a word like good, what need is there for a word
like that? Ungood?

will do just as well. Better in fact because it's the exact opposite. Or if you want a stronger
version of good, plus good or double plus good, in the end the whole notion of goodness
and badness will be covered by six words and in reality only one word. That's the whole
aim of New Speaks myth, to narrow the range of thought, narrower and narrower and
narrower.

In the end, we shall make thought crime impossible because there will be no words in
which to express it.

Good, good. By the year 2050, not a single human being will understand the conversation
we're having now. The whole language, the whole climate of thought will be different. You
see, orthodoxy means not thinking, not needing to think. Orthodoxy means
unconsciousness. Two things come into my head at this moment. Firstly, a conviction that
Sime will be vaporized soon.
She's far too intelligent and indiscreet. And secondly, a sudden panic sets in that she might
be right. That even if my book survives somehow, even if you can somehow hear these
thoughts, that you, the future, might not even understand them. Then all of this will be in
vain, and I will die for nothing. I suddenly feel like things couldn't possibly get any worse.
Hello? Ah, Parsons!

I was wrong. for a little one? Budge up, Smith. Sorry about the moistness. My powers of
sweating are quite extraordinary, I'm afraid. I've noticed. He leaves a wet trail down the
bench, like a giant snail. By the way, old boy, I need to chase you for that sub you forgot to
give me. Oh, which sub is that?

For Hate Week? The house by house fun. I spilled them yesterday in the hall. Don't tell me
you've forgotten already, Smith. I'm good memory, old boy. Double plus I'm good. Yes, yes,
forget it me. Attention, comrades. Oh.

Glorious news! We have won the battle for production. Plus good, double plus good!
Returns now completed of the output of all classes of consumption goods show that the
standard of living has risen by no less than 20 % over the past year. Tell it to the meats, did
you? What was that, Smith?

I said great news. All of Oceania will show its gratitude to Big Brother for the new, happy
life which his wise leadership has bestowed upon us. Oh, wonderful baby. Thank you,
thank you, thank you. We are eternally grateful. Yes, eternally. To celebrate this victory...

Big Brother is proud to announce that he is raising the chocolate ration to 20 grams a week.

you hear that? Twenty grams a week! Ah, it's fantastic. They only reduced it from 30
grams yesterday. To Big Brother! Big Brother! Surely nobody's memory is this bad. Surely
they can't really swallow this. Twenty grams, But you'll have to invent a new word for BB's
generosity. I really will! They have swallowed it. Parsons.

Sime. All of them in 24 hours. Comrades, raise your victory gins. A toast to Big Brother. Oh,
to Big Brother! To Big Brother. Is it just me? Am I alone in possessing a memory? Perhaps
it's easier their way. Aren't you happy, comrade? Pardon? The dark-haired girl stood right
behind me. I didn't see her. About the news, you're...

You're not smiling. Oh, I know. I was... I was just so amazed by Big Brother's generosity. It
almost... It almost makes me want to cry. The sweat starts out of my backbone, the way she
looks at me. Into me. Like she can hear my thoughts. And there's only one thing I can do.

Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee
Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee

Stay like me. small, cruel smile, curling the corners of her mouth, as if she's saying... I'm
onto you, Winston Smith. I know you are. I promise. I'll be the death of you. 1430, resume
your workstations.
What a lunch break. I'll walk with you to the Records Department, Get that stuff from you.
Yeah, let's go. Let's go now. Bye Parsons. Bye-bye, Smith. Yes, yes. Goodbye. Goodbye, Simon.
Oh, steady on, old boy. You'll aggravate your bad leg. Nah, I should get back to work. If only
we all had your work ethic, Smith.

Parsons, Parsons, that, that, that, um, sorry, that girl who sat behind us, the dark-haired
girl? From the fiction department, you mean? Yeah. Oh, she's as keen as mustard, isn't she?
Yes, yeah, I wonder, um... Was she already sat at the table when we came over, or did she...
Did she sit down after us? Do you know? Well, I don't, Smith. Why? Well, I hope you're not
sweet on her, old boy. She's in the junior anti-sex league. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, just wondering.

About their staff rotor down there, I think it could be a bit more efficient. Do you see what I
mean about your work ethics, Smith? Double plus good!

Well, this is my cubicle. Wait! Where are going? What about the sub? Oh, tomorrow
Parsons, promise. I'm sorry, I've got to go. I can't breathe. I've got to get out of here.

Reporting 6079 Smith. Potential face crime noted. Thought police agent to shadow closely.
Continue undercover work. Infiltrate and make arrest. 6079 Smith must not discover
identity of thought police.

I bolted out of the records department and into the city. I didn't care where I walked, just
needed to get as far away from the Darkhead girl as possible. If she's not thought police,
she's certainly an amateur spy, and in many ways, that's worse. She has something to
prove to the party. You should have heard Pornosek when they announced the chocolate
ration was going up to 20 grand. I it exploded. It's double plus good.

In all my panic, I nearly forgot the collective amnesia from earlier. The whole world
forgetting what happened only yesterday. This is the party's ultimate goal, to make us all
deny the evidence of our senses. One day, the party will announce that 2 plus 2 made 5,
and we would all have to believe it. Freedom is holding onto memory. To truth.

Freedom is the freedom to say 2 plus 2 makes 4.

I shouldn't walk for too long. I can come up with some excuse for missing work, but I
should show my face at the community center later. Get back in time for some- some
lecture which will no doubt make my soul rise with boredom. What is it tonight?

Big Brother's impact on chess by Natasha Syme. Jesus Christ.

not entirely sure where I am. I walked north from the Ministry of Truth through the area
they used to call Regents Park. But now I'm in a prole quarter I don't recognize. Watch out,
man! Sorry, what are you doing? Get down here, against the wall! I don't I don't There's a
steamer bang over it! Lie down, quick, here! A steamer? What's...

Hey, let me help you.

What you doing?

Well then Hans is up there, look. We've been a couple hundred meters further up his street.

Stainer, rocket bomb, you're a rations. Whoever's in your life, tell of your love tonight, all
right? Take care of yourself now.

you

okay, darling? What? Um... Yes, thank you. I've got tea and brandy if you need it.

I'm fine, thank you. Must be on my way.

sorry.

So much compassion for each other. I firmly believe that if there is any hope, it lies in the
proles.

Oh my god, it's a hand. It's a human hand. My god, kick it, kick it away. Into the gut, into
the sewer, like litter, like a stone. Try not to imagine them, try not to imagine them down
there.

to pieces bone and thin and gaudy wild ice faces covered in blood

The patrol will be by any minute asking questions. We've got to get out of here. Quickly
down this alley.

6079 Smith, unauthorized movement in Prole quarter three three. No visual. Moving up an
alleyway heading north northwest. Follow on foot.

I don't know how long I was running, the ulcer above my ankle is killing me.

Wait a second.

I know this music, this treat.

I've been in it before.

The antique shop where I bought the bog is...

It's almost as though my feet have brought me here of their own accord.

Just ask about razor blades or shoelaces. Chances are he doesn't remember you. Hello
again, comrade. Oh, hi. How's the keepsake album? Beautiful bit of paper, isn't it? Is there
anything special I can do for you? I've got some gorgeous pieces in. Lacquered snuff boxes,
agate brooches. Oh, no, no, no, sorry. shouldn't. I didn't mean to waste your time, Liam. Or
perhaps this.

What is that? This was most probably a paperweight at some point. A little dome of glass.
You see? Like an hemisphere. Have a look.
peculiar softness.

It's like rainwater. Yes, very good. Yeah.

And this inside the pink thing? That is coral from the Indian Ocean. A hundred years old
or more.

beautiful thing. It is a beautiful thing, though not much use for it these days. And doubly
beautiful because of it.

How much do you want? Well, I should say... $4? Fine, good.

Here. Very kind. Thank you, sir.

Goodbye. Oh, there's another room upstairs, if you'd like to take a look around. Another
room? Just a few pieces. But for a fellow nostalgic, there might be something of interest. It's
just, um... I should get back to the community centre. There's a lecture on Big Brother's
impact on chess. Yeah, so I, um... So...

Yes, actually, I'd love to see the room, thank you. I thought you might. This way.

The name's Charrington by the way. We used to live up here, till my wife died. Here we are,
our little bedroom.

Small, but comfortable. I'm trying to sell furniture off little by little. Now that's a beautiful
mahogany bed, if a little cumbersome. I suppose you struggle to smuggle that on. No, no
telescreen. Pardon? Oh, um, I just... I can't remember being in a bedroom without one. Oh
no. I've never had one of those things. Just me and my wife, reading, open fire.

:20

Kettle on the ob. I recognize it. Oh? No, I mean, um... I have a feeling. Like, um... Like, I
know... I know exactly what it is to sit in a room like this.

:37

Some.

:42

Ancestral memory, I suppose. I said before, fellow nostalgist. Yes. Um...

:57

I wonder what a room like this would go for these days. Hypothetically speaking. Oh, well,
hypothetically speaking, I suppose it would come down to what a person could afford.

:12
Yeah, yes. That depends on which person, I suppose, but... hypothetically, I'd imagine... four
dollars a week? Five dollars. And they'd have a hypothetical deal. Hm. Well... good to know.
Okay, if you happen to be interested in old prints at all... Oh? The frame's fixed to the wall,
but I could unscrew it for you.

:41

How dare I say? I know that building. It's a... It's a ruin now, in the middle of the street
outside the Palace of Justice. That's right. It was bombed many years ago. It was a church at
one time. St Clement Dane's its name was. I had no idea it was a church. There's lots of
them left, though they've been put to other uses. How does that go?

:09

Oranges and lemons says the bells of Saint Clement's

:18

What was that? Oh, just a silly little rhyme we had when I was a boy. All about the bells of
London.

:27

Go on, please. Well, I don't remember it all. Oranges and lemons. Size the bells of St.
Clemens. You owe me free farthings, says the bells of St. Martin's. A farthing was a small
copper coin and St. Martin's in the fields is still standing in Victory Square, pillars in front
and...

:56

big flight of steps. propaganda museum? Oh yes, I suppose so. Now. And the other
churches? The rest of the song? That's all I can remember, I'm afraid.

:10

What would you like to purchase the print, Maybe another time.

:19

What was that?

:22

upstairs forgot to lock it thought police they finally tracked you down I'll be right with you
don't worry just stay quiet

:38
could jump out the window into the courtyard, try to run, but how far would I get? And the
fall would surely break something. No, no, there's no way out, downstairs.

:52

Sorry, but we're about to close. Oh, I was just looking for shoelaces. You see, these old ones
on my boots are so worn now.

:02

The Darkhead girl. She must have followed me here from work. I'm very sorry, comrade,
but I don't have any shoelaces right now. Really? Nothing in your back room?

:16

No one has any shoelaces at the moment, I'm afraid. I should bash her head in with a
paperweight. Do you have another customer back there? No, uh...

:34

My cat. Well... My wife's cat, actually.

:46

All I have left of her. Oh. I'm sorry. Today's her anniversary. Would you believe it? Forty
years. Perhaps I should... Perhaps I should leave you to your reasoning. That's a good idea.
Yes. Thank you. I'll try to get some shoelaces for you, Thank you.

:15

And I'm really sorry about your wife. Thank you. Goodbye. Goodbye.

:30

She's gone.

:35

Thank you. Thank you. Did you see which way she went? Oh, uh, out to the left, west. Do
you know that young lady? No, no, but she knows me all too well it seems.

:54

Thank you. Thank you for everything. You won't see me again. Well, if I do, hypothetically,
I'd settle for $4.50 for the room. Goodbye.

:24

There's no doubt in my mind now. The Darkhead Girl is following me, and there's very little
to do than sit, drink Victory Gin, and write until they come for me. Though it's already been
two hours. I wonder what's keeping them. It's always at night when they come. I'll be
sound asleep.

:49

All right.

:00

Torches glaring, ring of hard faces around the bed. Take him to the van!

:17

I'll be taken to the Ministry of Love. They'll strap me to a bed, torture me.

:27

Days, weeks, months. Police! Please! I'll tell you when!

:36

Until I confess, I'll confess to anything they want me to confess. That I'm a pervert, traitor,
murderer...

:47

And after my litany of crimes have been plastered across the news, I'll be released back
into society for a while, given some terrible job in the suburbs. Excuse me, young man. Yes,
comrade, can I help? You can, yes. If you wouldn't mind, could you go and throw yourself
under a fucking bus? Traitor! They could let me live for years like that, and then one day,
when I least expected...

:19

Please, please, please, I'll do anything, don't kill me, please!

:26

What count we've become, Ray? Ten!

:31

I'll be in that park on those gallows. They forced me! They forced me to get a vest and those
things! Please! Please! It's not too late! It's not too-

:45

and then I'll be deleted most probably by Ling and her and the handful of people who knew
I existed will forget I ever did a non-person proper thing to do would be to kill myself before
they got me but how pills perhaps old Charrington can get a hold of a an antique gun
though let them

:03

Let's face it, even if he did, I wouldn't go through with it. I'm a coward. In the shop earlier, I
just froze. I hid. In moments of crisis, one is never fighting against an external enemy, but
against one's own body. In moments of fear, you are at war with yourself, totally alone. But
you are not alone, Winston. Oh, Brian's voice. As if he were standing next to me. Because I
am with you, Winston. Always. I'm afraid.

:31

Brian, even though I know I'm already dead, I'm still afraid of what will happen to me. Well,
don't be afraid, Winston. We shall meet in a place where there is no darkness. You mean the
future? Is that the place? The future? Sleep, Winston. They won't come tonight. Just sleep.
Just sleep? Just... sleep.

:04

Tom Reed? Yes. Yes, Ling. You were daydreaming? No, no, just, um... No, just working out
how to rectify a tricky record. Haven't you noticed? Notice what? Tell it to him. His cubicles
empty. Look. It is. They must have come for him.

:31

Poor Tillotson. But this might be a trap. Should play along. Maybe, maybe he's ill. For four
days, gee. Well then, maybe... Maybe Tillotson's never there at all.

:47

Ye-yes. Just Tillotson. Never heard of him. I don't know. Excuse me then, I must go to the
bathroom.

:04

It's been three days since I started the book. What are they waiting for? Why haven't they
come for me yet? Maybe they're not watching me at all. Maybe they just want us all to
think that they're watching.

:23

It's the dark haired girl again.

:28

Her arms in a sling. Keep moving, Winston. Don't look at her, just walk straight past and...

:38
um

:40

Comrade?

:44

Yes? Could you, could you help me up?

:49

Uh, yeah, of course. Typical. This morning I hurt my arm in the novel writing machine and
then I go and fall right on it. Steady, steady. Don't rush.

:02

Alright, there we go. Thank you, comrade.

:14

In my hand. She put something in my hand. Close fist, don't react. Just move to the toilets.

:27

It's a piece of paper, a note.

:39

Comrade? Comrade. Just go in a cubicle, wait for them to leave, then I can look at it.

:53

a small note, can't say much. Perhaps the Dark Head Girl is thought police, and this is a
threat, a summons, or an order to commit suicide. Maybe it's a trap, or maybe it's a
message from someone else. Maybe even O'Brien. Maybe on behalf of some underground
group, maybe the Brotherhood exists after all, and the Dark Head Girl is part of it. All right,
finally.

:30

I never expected this

:36

Three words, but a blow against the party. A political act, three words, which make me
want to stay alive. At least for a little longer. I love you.

:39

you
:49

Big hanging at Victory Square. This would be the perfect place to talk to the Darkhaired Girl.
I followed her out of work, to the base of Big Brother's Column. She looked at one of the
lion statues which sit at the bottom. But just as the Eurasian prisoners were taken up to the
gallows, I lost sight of her.

:20

of our enemies!

:32

Maybe she moved to the statue of Oliver Cromwell. Excuse me. Don't look at my face. Just
stare at the gallows.

:43

Can you hear me? Yes. Can you get Sunday off? Yes. Good.

:55

3, 2, 1.

:01

Go to Paddington Station, train towards Henley, go half an hour, left outside the station. Two
kilometers along the road you'll see a gate with a top bar missing. Over that, a path across a
field to a grass-grown lane, track between bushes. Dead tree with moss on it. Can you
remember all of that? I think so, I think so. Good. Be there for 1500. I might be late. I'll
come another way. Now, who's ready for the second prisoner?

:31

The hand takes mine.

:35

Just for a few seconds. But in this time I learn every detail of her hand. 1500. Pardon me,
comrade. I want to get a better view. And then she's gone. Excuse me, comrade. I didn't look
at her face once. I don't know the color of her eyes. All I see are the eyes of those prisoners
waiting to be hanged. Freeze!

:05

2, 1

:31
next train to leave Platform 8 will be the 1300 service to Henley-on-Ted. Felt like a lifetime
waiting for Sunday to come. No sign of a patrol yet. Perhaps I'll make it to the countryside
after all.

:50

you

:56

Reporting 6079 Smith, Paddington Station, Platform 8. Police patrol requested.

:22

Here we go.

:38

Why haven't we left yet? Oh please don't say it's a mechanical. What if the train gets
cancelled? I have no way of telling her and she might not give me another chance.

:58

Calm Winston. Just sit down somewhere next to him. It's suspicious traveling alone. Any one
of these people could be thought police. They'll see me shaking. How bad is the Proll
carriage? Raucus? Maybe best to turn back, find an empty seat in another. Party members,
do not move from your seats. This is a routine check. We need to see everyone's papers,
now.

:26

troll in the carriage behind. Coming this way, coming for me. Move now before they see
me.

:39

What a door

:42

I'm leaving this way, please.

:45

Please!

:50

Oh, you alright mate? Didn't know your own strength, eh? No, no, may I sit here? Of course.
:02

Excuse me, are you okay? He's shaking, Yeah, yes, yes, yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm alright. I
always get a bit nervous travelling. I was gonna say, I've never seen a ninger in here before.
Me, say Ingsoc or English socialist or not. No, it's alright, it's alright. Are you on your
holiday too? They don't get holiday, me. What, never? Not when there's a war on. There's
always a bleeding war on. Are we gonna win, you reckon, mate, against Eurasia?

:31

Oh, I don't work at the Ministry of Peace, I don't... Peace, he says. He's my teeth. Shut up,
Nanny. She's she's senile. And you ain't got any teeth. Where is that patrol? I've got more
sense than all those bleeding-ingers put together. They don't even know who they're
fighting. Most of the bleeding time. Uh-oh. Something's happening on the platform. I was
travelling to see my mother. She...

:55

She's in hospital. This way, comrade. Come along with us. Please, don't. Please. Please.

:05

Oh, they're arresting him, He's crying. Oh, he's handsome. He's dumbful. They're taking him
to the Ministry of Love. Where? That big prison in town, love, run with all the barbed wire.
Hell on earth. Do all sorts of bleeding horrible things to them there. Hang them from their
thumbs. Burn them. Skin them alive. Sadistic bastards, those ingas. Derek? Oh, er... I mean,
he probably deserves it in all. Being a traitor, of course.

:35

Go

:41

We're safe.

:48

We don't get involved in politics, do we Derek? No, no, no. We just have to see my dad on
this farm. And school some butter on the black market. Bea? Beatrice! What are you
laughing She's joking. Oh, what a shout-out to the patrol, Bea. Don't think they heard you.
I've never seen so many smiles before. Real smiles. Not the hypnotised grins at the end of
two minutes' hate.

:19
These people, smile with their eyes, their entire face. I try it too, for a moment. It feels
strange. You alright, mate? You got toothache? Looks like he's gonna be sick. Watch out!
No, no, no, no, I'm just...

:39

Happy, I think. If there is any hope.

:45

It lies with the proles.

:16

you

:25

Must be two kilometers by now. More, maybe. There's still no gate with the top...top bar
missing. Ha! I can't shake the feeling that this is some trap. That the Darkhead Girl is
Thought Police after all, and I'll turn onto this lane to see a group of them. Waiting to take
me away like that poor man at the station.

:55

and she'll be there at the front of them with her good sex-ash and that cold, cruel smile.
That isn't what you're really afraid of though, is it? No. Tell them. I'm afraid you'll change
your mind. I'm afraid you'll see me for the first time in broad daylight and be sickened.
This dirty creature of the indoors, soot clotting every pore of its skin. I'm afraid you'll laugh
at me and leave.

:23

Will you do that, do you think? Well, you'll have to wait and see, won't you? Not long now.
Paths here. Track between the bushes. I see it. And then the dead tree. With moss on it.
Good. You listen. Nearly there.

:54

Pick as many blue bells as you can. Anything to give you an advantage.

:04

only a squirrel, isn't it? Here we are then. Oh, um... It's okay. We're all right here. Yes.
Right. Good. I've been here before. Got lost on a community hike. No microphones. Are
those for me? Uh... Yeah, yes. Um... Thank you. Say something. Anything!

:33
I'm 39 years old, I've got varicose veins and five false teeth. I'm sorry. I'm 26. I live in a
women's hostel and when I was younger I had an affair with an older party member who
committed suicide to avoid arrest. And a good job too because he would have said my name
when he confessed. And your eyes are brown. Yes. I didn't know until now. I know yours.
Duh. They're very...

:02

buried up.

:09

Oh god, it's happening already.

:14

Is this right? Is this right? It's been so long. Stop that. Sorry, sorry, what? Bretting. Get out
of your head and just kiss me. Jesus, her breath. Her body. Take your clothes off. Oh God,
it's so bright here. She'll see me. She'll see it. Let me.

:43

I'd like to be up here.

:47

Okay.

:52

I just need a minute, I need a minute, it'll work. It's okay. No, honestly, just a minute and it
will... Honestly, it's okay. There's no hurry. We've got the whole afternoon. Really? Really?
Yeah. Really. It's fine. Okay.

:18

And besides, you don't even know my name yet. Oh yeah, yes, um... It's Julia. Bello. Julia. I
know yours. It's Winston Smith. How did you find that out? Because I'm smarter than you.
Now tell me, honestly, what did you think of me before I gave you the note?

:43

I you seemed nice. said honestly. Okay. I hated the sight of you. I knew it. No, no, I thought
you might be Thought Police. I thought you might be Thought Police spying on me. Thought
Police. I love it. I had no idea. No, no, I take it as a compliment. I must be doing a good job.
A good job? Appearing as such a good party member. Pure in word and deed.

:11
Yeah, you're very, very convincing. Well, I've put in the time. Leading a troupe of horrors in
the spies. Volunteering three evenings a week for the Good Sex League. Wearing this bloody
sash all hours. It's the only way to be safe, So that day in the canteen, you... When you
started the chant, you mean? Yeah, yeah. That was the funniest thing I've ever seen. Your
face.

:41

But then afterwards, did you follow me to that junk shop? I followed you a few times. That
was just the first time I wanted you to know. I stayed up all night worrying. Well, consider
this an apology.

:00

What is it? do you think Winston? It's chocolate. Wait, this is chocolate? No, it's not pale or
crumbly. And it doesn't taste like rubbish fire either. It's real. I got it on the black market in
one of those parole quarters. Try it.

:22

You

:27

Oh my god. That's amazing. That's amazing. Good. Fuck. It is. I like how much you swear. I
fucking love it. I can't say anything in London. You think it's bad being a party member? Try
being a female party member. All that virtuous, thankful bullshit. I can barely speak at the
hostel or at work.

:56

As I swallow the chocolate, something hits me. A sort of recognition. A memory.

:10

That's the first thing I liked about you, you know? What? Your face. That look you do. What
look? You just did it. Just then. You glaze over. Go somewhere else. I'm an expert at spotting
people who don't belong in this world. Who occupy somewhere else. As soon as I saw you,
I... I knew you were against them. Really? Well, that's bad. Why?

:40

Because then I'm doing a bad job as a appearing as a good party member Don't worry I I
can teach you look up there so close So nightingale I think such a beautiful song

:03

You're somewhere else again. No, no. No.

:10

Wondering what it's singing for. There's no mate nearby, no rival.

:21

What?

:24

What makes a bird sit at the edge of this lonely wood, pouring its music into nothingness?

:32

Unless it's some sort of device, some sort of microphone. Oh, Winston, just stop, will you?
Stop fretting for a moment. Hold my hand. Just listen to the bird and feel.

:51

Bye.

:55

just as I remember it.

:01

Isn't it nice to just stop and feel? Julia. Winston. think I'm ready now. How are you?

:15

Yes, you are.

:25

Winston Smith.

:06

The more men you've had, the more I want you. Then you're really going to want me. I hate
purity. I hate goodness. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be
corrupt. That's me. Corrupt to the bone.

:26

You like doing this? I adore it. It's the only pure thing there is. Nothing else. Just this.

:41

Just...
:55

Oh

:03

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

:15

That was...

:22

than good Winston I suspected there might be a Catherine over in there but I never
expected that

:39

It's been a while. But now, now we've started. I just feel like I never want to stop. 6079
Smith, control yourself. We've already been away too long. Now.

:01

We can use this spot once more. It's generally safe to use any hideout twice, but not for
another month or two. Well, we can see each other again before then. Yes. Don't worry.
We'll organize it. Now, I've got to put in two hours for the junior anti-sex league, handing
out leaflets or something. Isn't that bloody? Just give me a brush down, will you? Have I
got twigs in my hair?

:31

No, no, no, all clear. Good. Now you'll have to wait here for half an hour, then leave a
different way to the route you came. Go through the pasture, past the elm trees. Julia, Julia.
Yes? There's something I need to tell you. Your thought police? No, no. I'm married. Oh.
We're, um, we're not together. She left, ten. No, eleven. Years ago now. I don't know where
she is or even if she's still alive. Why does she leave?

:01

She loved Big Brother more than she loved me. And as she got more devout, we grew
colder and joyless and sex became this chore. Making a baby, she'd call it. Or our duty to
the party. She'd actually use that phrase in bed. Shall we do our duty to the party? Bloody
hell. Yeah. And when a baby didn't come, thankfully, she left. And...

:31

And that was it. And... Do you still love her? I don't... Love anything.
:41

It's the only bit of the two minutes hate I really mean. I hate love. I've screamed it with you.
Yes. Only I don't mean it. I know all about women like your wife, Winston. Probably better
than you do, frankly. We've had puritanism rubbed in our faces since we were children. It's
not that they want to destroy our impulse for sex, more to control it, channel it into war
fever and worship of big bastard. Is that right? Of course. When we make love.

:11

We use up energy, don't we? And afterwards we feel happy. Like right now. How are you
feeling? Like, I don't give a damn about anything. Exactly. And they can't bear you feeling
like that. They want you bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down,
cheering and waving flags. All it is, is sex gone sour. If you're happy inside yourself,

:38

Then why should you get excited about Big Bastard and the Two Minutes Hate and all the
rest of their bloody rot? I suppose you're right. There's no supposing about it, darling. I've
already told you. I'm smarter than you. Yet you don't hate love. Hating love is double-think.
Love is one of the few things worth living for. But for how long? I mean...

:06

Or what's the point if we're doomed anyway? Surely we've only got a few weeks left. Maybe
a couple months, they're gonna discover us in many ways. We're already dead. Oh, what
fucking rubbish, Winston. We're not dead. Which would you rather sleep with, me or a
skeleton? What? What? Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling? Here, this is
me.

:34

This is my hand, my leg, my breast. Feel that. I'm real. I'm solid. Don't you like this? Of
course. Then stop talking about dying and find something to live for. You can arrange the
next place for us to meet. Until then.

:57

Goodbye, Winston Smith.

:03

What you really wanted to say was, the more you have, the more they can take away from
you.

:43
I've burner on the side of the pan so you can have victory coffee. And I found some new
bedding in case you and Mrs. Smith care to sleep. Thank you, Mr. Charrington. And for
your discretion. Well, privacy is a very valuable thing. Everyone needs a place to be alone.

:08

Hmm. Oh, you brought the paperweight back. Yeah, I think I'm gonna keep it here by the
bed. Very good. Oh, ow. Put the water on to boil for you. Another thing. You should know
that there are two entries to the building. One through the front door downstairs and the
other through the backyard out there. You can see the alley behind it. Oh, yeah, yes, I see.
There. Now...

:36

Shall I show Mrs Smith up here when she arrives? Please. Alright then. Make yourself at
home. Thank you. Oh, afternoon, Miss. I'll leave you two.

:55

Oh, All right, all right. Give me half a second. I need to show you what I brought. It's been
too weak, Julia, please. It'll be worth it, I promise. I promise. Ah, you've got a pan on. Good.
Right. Firstly, there's this.

:25

Saccharin? No, real sugar. And here's a loaf of bread. Proper white bread, not Arblone stuff.
And here's a pot of jam, tin of milk. But look, this is the one I'm really proud of. Oh, that
smell. That's coffee. Real coffee. There's a whole kilo here.

:48

I'll put some on to boil. How did you manage to get hold of all this? It's all inner party stuff.
There's nothing those bastards don't have. But waiters and servants pinch things all the
time, and I know people who know people. Right. Now, there's one more surprise. You go
open the window, let the steam out. And don't turn around until I tell you. All right.

:20

You know, I've never thought about it before, but... I've never heard a member of the party
sing. You wouldn't want to. You should hear the singing on good sex hikes. Makes you
never want to go near a human again. Which is maybe the point. It's the perfect
contraceptive. No, I mean real singing, not chanting. You never hear someone just...
spontaneously sing, do you? Just for the sake of singing?

:51
Like that bird or this woman. If we did it, it would seem unorthodox, a dangerous
eccentricity. Perhaps it's only when people are near to starvation that they have anything
to sing about. All right. Well, this is fascinating. But you can turn around now.

:17

Julia. What do you think? I bought it from a thrift shop down the road. How do I look? You
look beautiful.

:29

completely not not that you need to wear that to look how about we make a deal we meet
here every week I put the dress on and you take it off

:44

What do you say? I say... Oh! Get out, you filthy brute! What? What? What? Didn't you see
his beastly nose out the skirting board over there? What? There's a hole, look! What was it?
You didn't see! It was a big brown rat!

:05

not in here. all over the place at the moment. Some parts of London are swarming with
them. You know they attack children. In some streets, people won't leave a baby alone for
two minutes. It's these huge brown ones that do it.

:24

Winston? What's the matter? Winston, you've gone pale. Oh, darling. What is it? me. It's
okay. I'm here. Let's lie down together. on. Oh, don't worry.

:52

We're not going to have the filthy brutes in here. I'll stuff the hole with sacking before we
go, and next time I'll bring some plaster and bung it up properly, okay?

:06

Okay. Hey, what's this?

:16

I, um, brought it, brought it here last time,

:23

It's more... It's more than that. It's nothing. It's a... beautiful... useless... thing. It's a little
chunk of history they've forgotten to alter. It's a message from a hundred years ago, if
anyone knew how to read it.
:52

It's like rainwater. Yeah.

:58

And this? In the center? That's coral. Pink coral. Hundreds of years old.

:08

stink now.

:11

from the depths of the ocean.

:17

I love this room. Our room? That painting on the wall over there. Isn't that the building
outside the law courts? Sir, the church, or at least it used to be St. Clement's, Dane's. There
was a rhyme they sang. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's. You know it. You
owe me three farthings.

:43

Say the bells of St. Martin's. That's it, that's it. I only remember one more line. Um... When
will you pay me? the bells of Old Bailey. Old Bailey? Old Bailey? How'd you know that? My
grandfather used to sing it to me when I was little. He was vaporized when I was eight. I
loved him very much. I wonder what a lemon was. I know oranges, I think.

:10

I haven't seen a lemon for 30 years. They were very... sour. Yeah, they'd set your teeth on
edge. You're a little chunk of history yourself. Like the paperweight. And just as pointless.
No. It's paradise. It's this room. And the pink coral in the middle. That's us. Fixed in soft
rainwater.

:42

a sort of eternity.

:47

I'll think of this room even when we're not here. The fact it even exists is what matters.
Our own little world, Winston. A pocket of the past where extinct animals can wander or
float. Makes life seem almost tolerable. Ah. So you agree then. As long as we have this
room, we're not dead.

:16
As long as we have this, we're not dead.

:12

This is Big Brother.

:17

Comrades, brothers and sisters, I declare that Hit Week has officially started!

:33

Hate Week finally comes, and all of Airstrip 1 is swept up in a fever. Even the proles, who
are normally so apathetic about the war, are lashed into a frenzy of patriotism, swarming
the streets, singing anthems, looting shops. Possibly it's because there have been more
Eurasian rocket bombs of late. Julia thinks they're fired by the party itself, keep people
frightened and full of rage, and she's probably right.

:01

All around London there are marches and fires, people burning books, effigies of Goldstein
or Eurasian soldiers. The air is hot, electrified by hate.

:14

But all I can think about is Julia. All I hear is her voice. If you really concentrate, you can
still smell my hair. Yes. Taste my mouth. Feel your skin. Like I'm inside you. Like a
physical necessity. Like... like I need her now.

:40

And that is a terrifying thing. My brother is watching you. I find myself smiling in the midst
of all this carnage.

:53

It's imperative to be seen out tonight. I've made sure to bump into Ampleforth. He was
leaping about topless. And Ling, who I marched with for a while, all I need now is... Oh,
Smith! Parsons! Happy hate, old boy! Happy hate to you. Y-you know, my wife and, uh, our
little spies. There's the stalk criminal! Get him out! Oh, yes! Lovely to see you all as always.
Ow!

:21

Don't forget their excitement, Gunray. It's their favourite day of the year. Isn't it all so
wonderful, Smith? We're all really getting to the hateful spirit this year. Oh, thanks to you,
dear. No, no, no. I just put up some bunting, you know. Oh, no, Parsons, you should be very
proud. I've never seen bunting like it. You see? But really? Well, I mean...
:48

Thank you, Smith. Thank you. Join us for some victory gin, comrades. Not now, woman.
We've got effigies to burn. Oh, yes, darling. Of course. Got to love their spirit. Oh, by the
way, old boy, you haven't seen Sime, have you? Because she hasn't been to Community
Centre for days, and I noticed her name was no longer on the chess team board. Has she
lost her captain's CD, you think?

:18

The seminar was a bit racy, but, um... Where's there been any word you'll rent? Who's sign?
Who's Smith? Natasha's...

:27

Ahahaha, I know what you're... Smith, you... I get what you... Yes, never heard of her. Who
were we talking about? I don't think we were talking about anybody, were we? No, brilliant,
no, great. Anyway, enjoy your effigy burning, comrade. I will, and down with Goldstein.
Yes! Down with Goldstein, old boy! Double plus down! Alibi's established. Now to escape
to our little world.

:47

What are you thinking about? Oh, just that sad little man downstairs. Charington? He was
telling me about his wife. About the years they had together in this room, lying on this bed.

:05

It's all so sad. At least... at least they had years together. Oh, don't start with the doom and
gloom stuff again. We might have years together, Winston. You don't know. I do know,
Julia. We're not dead yet, but this is still... lunacy. Suicidal folly. It's like we're intentionally
stepping nearer to our graves, nearer to the Ministry of Love. As sure as two plus two
makes four, it will happen. Oh, I...

:33

I can't deal with you when you're being like this. What do you... You don't have to get
dressed yet, do you? My dorm has to be in bed early this week. You know, I wish you'd at
least try to be hopeful for us. Try to imagine some sort of future. Like... Like what? Like... I
don't know. We could disappear. I mean it. Why not?

:59

Change your appearance beyond recognition. You could grow a beard, I could dye my hair,
maybe I could wear an eye patch. Yeah, that's inconspicuous. We could rent a little place
around here or something, get jobs in a factory. That would be easy work for me. Working
with the novel writing machines, I could fix almost anything. Live our lives on the back
streets. Wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, except that we'd be giving up. Giving up what? Well, any
glimmer of hope.

:29

Hope of change of rebellion you mean against the party before I met you that's That's all I
had tiny glimmer in a very dark world that something Someday might happen it was

:47

It was like a voice in my head saying, saying, we shall meet in a place where there is no
darkness. A voice? His name's O'Brien. He works in the inner party. The last time I saw him,
we locked eyes just for a moment. And I knew, I knew he was with me. Do think I'm crazy
for thinking that? No. I fell in love with you from a look.

:17

That moment in the canteen before you started to chant. I knew you were with me, even if
you didn't. I am with you, Julia. I hear your voice, In my head. And I hear yours. I just worry
that if we left, if we lived some secret life scuttling around like... You can't even say it, can
you? Like rats.

:43

If we spent our lives simply evading the parties, then surely we'd be letting them win. And
we'd die knowing we never tried to do anything about all of this. We can't change the world,
Winston. We just have to survive it. Look.

:00

Life is simple, really. We want to have a good time, and they want to stop us having it. So the
clever thing is to keep the small rules and break the big ones. We scream during hate week
and drudge along on anti-sex league hikes. So we can have sex? Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're
only a rebel from the waist down. I'm a rebel who wants to stay alive. Yes, but what about
the future? What about passing something on to the next generation? I don't care about the
next generation, Winston.

:30

I care about us. That's the only future I care about. Our future together. I've spent half of my
life helping to erase the past. Editing history for the party's narrative. I've done that. Me.
And if there was a way somehow of proving that, of showing people just what they do, even
just a glimpse of it, then I could die knowing I'd done something. That I really existed. I
wasn't just a non-person. Then I could die happy. Happier than dying old with me.

:02

Yes. No.
:07

It's important to me, Julia, perhaps we could disappear, perhaps,

:12

But first I need to have at least started something, planted some seed of doubt somewhere,
some real tangible proof that they lie about the past. Like what, Winston? They destroy all
evidence. Not everything. Not always. Even they make mistakes.

:34

Do you know the names Jones, Aronson and Rutherford? No. That's because they don't exist
anymore. They never existed according to the party. But 20 years ago, they did. They were
three of the most infamous traitors in Oceania's history and everyone knew who they were.

:59

We are live at the courts of justice as senior delegates of the party Jones, Aronson and
Rutherford give their pleas on the charges of traveling cybernetic.

:15

And the final charge of traveling to Siberia on Midsummer's Eve, June 21st, 1963, with the
intention of selling military secrets to Eurasia, how do you plead? Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

:35

They were taken to the Ministry of Love for months, years maybe, but sometime after their
release, I saw them.

:44

I saw them sat together in a cafe called the Chestnut Tree. Sat in silence like corpses
waiting to be sent back to the grave. And I remember this song. This song came on the
telescreen. A strange, sad song. Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold
me.

:11

Wait, uh... Yes? I've... I've... I've... I'm sorry, I've... Have you... Is that... urine? I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Let me get a towel.

:30

A little later they were hanged and then deleted. Non-people. They never existed and no one
thought of them again.

:42
few years ago, when I was working in the records department.

:47

I received some old documents to amend and rolled up in them. By mistake was a
newspaper clipping a photograph of Jones, Aronson and Rutherford taken at a party
function in New York. And underneath it was a Midsummer's Eve, June 21st, 1963.

:15

The night they were supposed to be in Eurasia. Exactly. It was proof that their confessions
had been fabricated. Aren't all confessions fabricated? Yes, yes, yes. But this was proof after
the fact. Proof in my hands that the past had been abolished. Proof that every record has
been destroyed or falsified. Every book rewritten, every picture repainted, every statue and
street and building renamed, every date altered. When I held that photo, Julia, in that one
moment, I...

:43

I possessed actual concrete evidence that all of this is a lie and should I find something like
that again? who knows what it might do. Maybe I could get it to someone. Maybe O'Brien
get it copied, spread it, seed some doubt. Like the Brotherhood, you mean? Yes. You think
they really exist? You don't? Of course I don't, Winston. I don't believe anything we're told.

:08

You really think that anyone would try to revolt against the party? They'd be bound to fail. It
would be so futile, so stupid. But you don't know. You don't know. I know. I know. It's
unfathomable, Julia, but perhaps there are people out there who are even smarter than you,
even better at playing the perfect party member, at keeping the small rules but breaking
even bigger ones than you, simply having sex with me. That's not all I care about. Well, it
seems it. I care about us.

:37

I care about us staying alive, staying together and loving each other. It isn't enough!

:48

Julia...

:17

You can't even tell me you love me, even now. And I really thought you did. I suppose I'm
not so smart.

:17
haven't seen Julia in three days. I thought about going up to the fiction department, but I
couldn't make up a good enough story as to why I'd be there.

:27

Wait. Over by the telescreen. It's her. And there's a seat available across from her. Go! Go!
Ah, Smith. There's a space here if you care to join us. Oh no. Sorry.

:43

Your attention comrades, the following is a statement from Big Brother.

:49

Calmly though, Winston, and pay attention to the screen.

:00

Comrades, brothers, sisters, on this, sixth day of Hate Week, it gives me great joy to
announce that we are no longer at war with Eurasia.

:22

We are now at war with East Asia.

:28

We have always been at war with East Asia. Eurasia is our ally. This is monumental. Repeat
after me. But right now, all I care about is that chair next to Julia and Ampleforth up ahead.
are at war with East Asia. We are at war with East Asia. We have always been at war with
East Asia. He's gonna take the spare seat. I can see it. I've gotta get past him.

:57

Eurasia is our ally. Eurasia is our ally. John Thrasher, this.

:09

Sorry, Ampleforth. Oh, Ampleforth, let me help you up. You tripped me. Oh, didn't you see
that chair leg sticking out? Chair leg? There you are, right as the rain. Bit of soup in your
hair, but I'm sure they'll serve you another. I must eat, lots to do. But... The space is still
there, thank God.

:39

Afternoon, comrades. They were saying that in the future there will be no wives or
husbands at all. No friends, even. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth as one
takes eggs from a hen. The sexual instinct will be completely eradicated. I wish you'd look at
me.
:57

Just one look. goal is to procreate without sex, do our duty to the party whilst remaining
pure. But for now, procreation can be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card.
Apparently, the party already have neurologists working on the abolition of the orgasm.
Just look at me, please. Isn't that Just once. The total eradication of sex. Just one flicker. The
eradication of love.

:22

of that ridiculous notion that one person could ever care about another more than the
party. More than their role within society. The whole idea of love will very soon cease to
exist at all. Stop it!

:42

Is everything alright, comrade?

:47

Ah, I would... It was a fly on my bread. Apologies, comrades. Need to go wash my hands.
Excuse me. Of course. 6079 Smith. Unorthodox behavior. Ministry of Truth canteen. Zoom
in. Microphone announced.

:12

Hold it together. Keep my expression straight. Unreadable. Just get to the toilets.

:25

6079 Smith moving out of canteen into corridor, switching telescreens.

:38

This is the corridor where she handed me the note. I wonder if that was the moment which
killed me. Oh, I'm sorry, comrade. Oh, I'm sorry. I beg your pardon. It's Smith, isn't it? Uh...
Hmm. I'm O'Brien. Y-Yes. I've been hoping for an opportunity to talk to you. Is now a good
moment? Yes. Good. I was reading one of your Newspeak articles in the Times the other day.

:07

You write very elegantly. Well, uh... And that's not just my opinion. I was talking to a friend
of yours who is certainly an expert. Her name has slipped my memory, but, uh... She's
captain of the chess team. He means Sime.

:24

Who is dead? An unperson? This is a signal. He's sharing a small act of fault crime. Anyway,
what I had really intended to say was that in your article I noticed you used two words
which have become obsolete. Oh. Only very recently. Have you seen the tenth edition of the
Newspeak Dictionary? I didn't think it had been issued yet. It hasn't, but a few advanced
copies have been circulated. I have one myself.

:53

Some of the new developments are most ingenious. The reduction in the number of verbs.

:00

It might interest you to look at it, perhaps. Yes, very much so.

:08

Well then perhaps you could pick it up at my flat at some point. Let me write you my
address. I have my notebook on me somewhere. Right in front of a telescreen.

:21

This is on purpose. Nothing to hide.

:32

There. Thank you. I'm usually at home in the evenings. If not, my servant will give you the
dictionary. Well, keep up the good work.

:03

Elysium Villas, an area of London once known as Mayfair. Buildings of clean, white stone.
Police on horseback. A different London.

:18

Julia. Winston. You read my note. Thank you for meeting me. I still don't understand why it
had to be here. All these posh buildings. I'll explain everything and just walk with me a
moment. We'll look like we're heading down to a hanging.

:38

Firstly, I wanted to say I'm sorry for everything I said since...

:45

Since meeting you, I've realised I'm Fundamentally, a selfish person I always have been.

:57

I've never told anyone this. I don't even let myself think about it, but when I was a child, I
stole some food, some chocolate. Right. Sorry, is that it? Because we've all shoplifted. No,
no, it wasn't from a shop. It was from my mother. And... my little sister.
:38

I more!

:02

What your sister needs to eat. My sister was very small. think she was dying. But I didn't
care. care. I'm still hungry. Winston. Give it to me now. No, Winston. I'm hungry. Winston!

:19

Stop!

:23

I ran away and I ate the chocolate for myself the whole bar.

:30

Ashamed I stayed away for I don't know how long but when I came back my mother was
gone

:43

She hadn't taken anything with her. All of her clothes remained and... and in the cot.

:55

It's so small.

:58

Gorgeous.

:21

I killed her. No. My sister. No, you were just a child, Winston. I disappeared. I left them.
Come here. No, no. No, not here. Not in public. Well, take my hand at least. No one's looking.

:50

Love you, Julia.

:53

really do, I love you. I you're the only person I've ever loved. So I had to see you one last
time. I couldn't just disappear again. One last... What do you mean, one last time? It's real.
The Brotherhood. O'Brien. He gave me his address, an apartment up here. meeting him
tonight. Tonight? Yes, in a few minutes in fact. And then who knows? Who knows what's
next for me? mean...
:21

I'm certain I'll be dead soon, but I've always known that. Winston. So I wanted to say
goodbye to you and tell you how much our time together meant to me. You made me feel
human for the first time in- I don't want this to be goodbye. No, you're young. You're young,
you're brilliant. If you keep clear of people like me, you'll stay alive for another 50 years.
Well, that's all very good, but I don't want to actually. Juliet. No, Winston. I've thought it all
out and I want to be with you. Whatever you do, I want to do it too.

:49

You don't understand. don't understand. I'm about to start something incredibly
dangerous. I do understand. There'd be nothing I could do to save you. They'd torture us,
shoot us, or worse, they'd make us betray one another. You mean confess about each other?
Confession's not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter. Only feelings matter. If they
could, if they could make me stop loving you. They can't do that, Winston. It's the one thing
they can't do. They can make you say anything they want.

:19

but they can't make you believe it, feel it. They can't get inside you, can they? Even with all
their, all their surveillance, all their tally screens, they watch us day and night, but they've
never figured out what a human being was thinking. And so what if we end up in the
Ministry of Love? So what if they torture us? If the object isn't staying alive, but staying
human, staying in love with each other? Well then, that's something we can do.

:49

together. That's how we'll defeat them Winston, not just evading them until we're old.
We'll defeat them by loving each other.

:00

Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into? I've known since the first time I
saw that look. Since writing you that note.

:10

You think you're the one who's engineered all this. I told you, Winston. I'm much smarter
than you. Now let's go meet O'Brien. Together.

:05

Reporting 6079 Smith with 11501 Bello entering Elysium Village zone 7948. Which
apartment is it? Number 11, 5th floor. I wonder if the lift works.

:23
Switching telescreens.

:30

So.

:35

Live the life you deserve at Elysium Village. Make the most of our time. They obviously
don't worry about conserving electricity here, do they?

:01

That's a pominate nine. Okay, it's at the end of the corridor there, you see? I see. Okay.

:12

Are you ready for me to ring the... Yes. Right, yes. Because I'm not sure I am actually. Oh
just let me.

:27

Good evening. I'm Mr. O'Brien's personal assistant. He wasn't expecting two of you. Oh, no,
I am... We're comrades at the Ministry of Truth. Both double plus intrigued by the new
Newspeak dictionary. Hmm. This way, please.

:52

Reporting 6079 Smith and 11501 Bello. Entering apartment 11, Leeson Villas. Switching
telescreens.

:15

Did you see his face? Shh. All synthetic, like plastic. Do think he's had reconstructive? Mr.
O'Brien is just finishing up his work. come through. Item 1, 5, 7 approved. Full-wise stop.
Suggestion. Contained item 6, double plus, ridiculous, verging, crime thinker, cancel. Stop.
Ah, thank you. Thank you, Martin.

:38

I'm so glad you decided to come, Smith. Though not alone. Ah, yes. No, this is my comrade
from the Ministry. Julia. Julia Bellow. One moment, Comrades are urged to be incredibly
cautious on public...

:00

lost audio and Repeat. Telescreen in apartment 11, releasing villas, has been.

:16
There. You can turn your telescreen off? Yeah, yeah, I can. For a few minutes anyway. I
have that privilege. So, we are alone.

:29

Uh, well, shall I say it? Or shall you? I will. We have come here because we believe that
there is some kind of conspiracy, some kind of secret organization working against the
party and that you are involved in it. And we want to join you.

:57

I see. We are enemies of the party. We disbelieve in the principles of Ingsoc. We are
thought criminals. We are also adulterous. Yes. And we are at your mercy. If you want us to
incriminate ourselves in any other way, we are ready. We are already dead.

:15

dead.

:18

Oh God, was I wrong? Martin? Sir? The Chateau Petrou. Yes, sir? Please join me for a glass
of wine, would you? Oh. We'll take them by the round table, Martin. Do we have enough
chairs? One more than expected. Of course. Sir.

:41

Perhaps we've read about wine in books. Not much of gets to the outer party, I'm afraid.
But this isn't a bad way to try your first glass. Thank you. Cheers. I think it's fitting that we
begin by drinking a health. Thank you, Martin.

:59

So to our leader, Immanuel Goldstein. Immanuel Goldstein.

:10

Wow. Indeed. So Goldstein exists? Yes, he exists. And he is alive. Though we do not know
where. And the conspiracy? The brotherhood? It's not simply an invention of the Thorpe
Police. No. It's real. But in order to be a part of it, I must know what you're prepared to do.
Prepared to... anything. Anything? Anything we're capable of. You're prepared to give
your lives? Yes.

:39

You're prepared to commit murder? To commit acts of sabotage, which may cause the
death of hundreds of innocent people? Yes. To portray your country to foreign powers? Yes.
You are prepared to cheat, forge, blackmail? To corrupt the minds of children? To distribute
habit-forming drugs? To encourage prostitution? Disseminate venereal diseases? To do
anything likely to cause demoralization and weaken the power of the party? Even if it were
to throw sulfuric acid in a child's face, are you prepared to do that? Yes. Yes.

:08

You were prepared to commit suicide if and when we order you to do so? Yes. And you
were prepared to separate and never see one another again? No. No?

:20

Well, you did well to tell me. It's necessary for us to know everything. You understand that
you will always be fighting in the dark. You will receive orders and obey them without
knowing why. You will have to get used to living without results and without hope. You will
work for a while and then you will be caught and you will confess and you will die. We will
try our very hardest to get a razor blade to you before you're tortured, but we cannot
guarantee... We won't confess. Confession is unavoidable.

:50

But you will have very little to confess other than your own actions. You will not be able to
betray more than a handful of people. Probably you will not even betray me. By that time
I'll most likely be dead. Anyway, we're all dead already. Our only true life is in the future.
We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. We shall spread our
knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation.

:19

In the face of the Thorpe Police, there's just no other way. Do you understand? Yes. Good.
Now shortly, I must switch the telescreen back on. You should leave separately. Comrade
Bellow, you can go now. Smith, you can stay for a few more minutes. I'll give you Goldstein's
book. Martin, please show Comrade Bellow out. I'll meet you in three days in our room. This
is the last time that you shall see me, Comrade.

:48

Is there anything that you'd like to say? Down with Big Brother.

:54

Stand with Big Brother. This way, Sister.

:07

Finally, we're alone. More wine.

:13

It's a shame this might be the last time we speak. But enjoy your company, Winston.
:26

Goldstein's book. You have a place where you and Miss Bellow meet. Yes, a room above an
old junk shop in one of the parole quarters. Very good. You can read this there. Soon you
shall receive instructions, but in the meantime, is there anything you wish to say before you
leave? Any messages? Any questions? This is your last chance. The only thing I can think
is...

:55

Did you ever hear an old rhyme that begins? Oranges and lemons say the bells of St.
Clamans It's familiar. You owe me three farthings at the bells of St. Mardin's. When will you
pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey. When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch. Ha ha ha!
You knew the last line! I think there is another, but for now...

:24

I'm afraid it's time for you to go. Martin? Yes, sir? And Winston, you should know that
when we meet again, if we meet again... It will be in the place where there is no darkness.
Yes, yes, exactly. I know. Thank you, comrade. Martin will show you out. This way, my

:14

Hate Week finally ends, but following the announcement that we are now at war with East
Asia, the Records Department made us work 18 hour shifts, correcting all the old news
stories.

:41

And I am gelatinous with fatigue.

:48

I've managed to read some of Goldstein's book. Most of it confirms things I already
suspected. But what a feeling to see it written down. To be vindicated.

:01

If there is hope, it lies in the proles.

:11

Hi darling.

:14

I'm exhausted. me too. They're churning out all these new stories with East Asian baddies,
of course. And the porno's the same. A new taboo. Is that the book? Yes. Can I read a bit?
Yes, I want to watch the woman singing anyway.
:36

Have you seen her there? The washerwoman in the courtyard. She's quite beautiful,
actually. In a way. Strong. So many children have come from that body. None from us. Just
words, It's curious to think that sky is the same.

:04

For everybody. Eurasia, East Asia, here, and the people under it, all very much the same. All
over the world. Billions of people just like her down there. Held apart by walls of... and lies,
and yet... almost exactly the same.

:26

who'd never learn to think that in their hearts, in their bellies, and muscles, they have the
power to one day overturn the world. If there's hope, it lies in the proles. Says that at the
end here. I've had that very phrase in my head for years.

:47

Sooner or later it must happen.

:51

They are immortal. Take her for instance. Just lie next to me a moment, will you? Stop
thinking.

:07

Your smell must be the most memorable... memorable smell in the world.

:21

Do you remember the nightingale sang to us that first day at the edge of the wood? wasn't
singing to us, Winston. It was singing to please itself. Not even that, it was just singing.

:36

Birds sing, the proles sing.

:42

In London and New York. In Africa, Brazil, India. In the streets of Paris, Berlin. In the
villages of the endless Russian plain. In the bazaars of China. Everywhere.

:02

Despite everything they go through, still singing as sure as... Two plus two makes four. Yes.
Kiss me again.
:17

are the dead. are the dead. You are the dead.

:26

Where did that come from? It's starting. The picture frame. It's fallen off the wall. Tell the
screen. They can see us. We can see you.

:46

Julia. Oh, God. They're in the courtyard with a ladder. They're coming from both sides.
Remain exactly where you are. Make no movement until you are ordered. Winston! Don't
fight them, Julia. Don't fight them. I'm scared. don't mean to. Stand in the middle of the
room, back to back, hands clasped behind your heads. Do it. Do not touch one another. Do
it. Do it. Just do everything they say. Goodbye, Winston. Goodbye, Julia. I love you. I love
you. Don't touch me.

:15

Get up! Get Julia, don't fight them, please! Don't scream, Don't scream, or I'll cut... Her face!
They've broken her nose! Get out of here! What's this over here? It's a bit of glass. It's, just
a paperweight. It's potential weapon.

:38

Your voice is...

:45

Destroy it. Now.

:02

You're, um... You're younger, Chariton. Detective Inspector Chariton, Thorpe Police.
Pleasures all mine, 6079 Smith. I've been watching you for a long time. Oh, and by the way,
the last line of your little rhyme, it goes, Here comes the candle to light you to bed. Here
comes the chopper... To chop off your head! No, wait!

:00

Where am I?

:04

White porcelain room. No windows or clocks. Hey! Give us some water, you fucking
bastards! A few other prisoners in here with me.

:24
My stomach aches with hunger. It must be two or three days since I ate. I think I have
crumbs of bread in my pocket. If I could reach in... Smith. 6079 Smith. Hands out of pockets
in the cell. They're bastards here, dearie. They don't know how to treat a lady either. Did I...
Did I hear them call you Smith? Yeah, yes.

:54

That's funny. My name's Smith too. For all we know, I could be your mother. Oh god. She
might...

:11

Lock! 8068, lock! Sit down now! Don't you worry about these brutes, dearie. They won't
touch a polit like you. Pol-Polit? Political prisoner. You'll have it bad enough in room 101.

:36

Ampleforth 6256, wait to be called. Ampleforth? Ampleforth? It's me. Smith. Yes. Come
on, come let me help you to the bench. Perhaps he has something for me? From O'Brien? A
razor blade before I'm tortured. He's a dead man! Don't listen to him. He's right. I'm
thought criminal. Smith.

:06

Apparently. What'd do? I was producing a definitive edition of Kipling's poems and I
allowed the word God to remain at the end of a line. But I couldn't help it. Smith, the
rhyme was Rod. There are only 12 rhymes to Rod left in the entire language. I racked my
brains, but there was no...

:33

Other I'm sorry. sorry. I'm before you do what time of day it is No How long are people
kept in here? don't Already to die already Winston I am not not I am not all right. I'm
before calm down and before stop stop calm down six two five six ample fourth

:02

Room 101. What's room 101? Room 101. What is that? Now! Please, oh, Smith! Smith,
please! Please, remember me! Remember! Our poor Ampleforths. And no razor blade for
me. If, if I shut my eyes, if I can think of Julia, dream of her.

:39

hear her voice, then I can still defeat them. I can escape this room and be in ours, in her
arms, and defeat them, just as two plus two makes four. What do you think it will feel like,
What, my love? A razor blade. Or we feel it bite. It's burning coldness. I don't want to talk
about that.
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I just want you to tell me you love me. I'm so hungry. It's torture. Please, Julia, just... I'm so
hungry. I'd steal food from my own dying sister.

:25

5058, Parsons. Wait to be called. Yes, thank you, sir. I shall. Whatever you ask. Smith! Just
to add to my torture. Parsons, you too. Ampleforth was just here. Ampleforth? He was
taken weeks ago, old boy. Weeks, but... Thought crime. Like me. Total crackdown on
thought criminals right now. And rightly so.

:53

You don't think they'll shoot me, do you, chap? They don't shoot you you haven't actually
done anything. only thoughts. Which can't help. They'll know my record, won't they? You
know what kind of chap I was. I mean, not a bad chap. Not brainy, of course. No. But keen.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, keen, all right. I mean, I'll get off with five years, don't you think? Or ten,
perhaps? A chap like me could make himself pretty useful in a labour camp. Are you guilty?
Of course I'm guilty, Smith.

:20

You don't think the party would arrest an innocent man, do you? Thought crime's a
dreadful thing, old man. It's insidious. Gets hold of you without you even knowing. You
know how it got hold of me? In my sleep. I started talking in my sleep. Started saying down
with Big Brother. I mean, apparently. And you'll never guess who denounced me. I could
probably take a wild swing. It was my little daughter. No. Yes. She listened through the
keyhole.

:48

Smart for a nipper. I don't bear any grudge. In fact, I'm proud of her. It shows we brought
up in the right spirits anyway Hmm. Hmm. They took Joanne too. Joanne? My wife.
Thought criminals both. Total crackdown right now Parsons 5058 room 101 What? No, no,
I'm being sent to a labor camp Room 101

:13

Tell them Smith! Tell them how keen I am! I don't even know what room 101 is.

:20

Comrade, officer, please! I'll tell you anything you want! You see this man here? You wanna
know about him? He's always been a traitor! Hey, hey! I'll do anything! Just not Room 101!
Room 101? Now! Please! Please! Shoot me! Tag me! Give me 25 years! Please! Please! I've
got a wife and two children! Please! You can take them and cut their throats in front of my
eyes! I'll watch! I'll smile! I'll even do it myself!
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Room 101. Not Room 101. No! Please God, no! I was good! I was so good!

:01

Room 101. What can be so terrifying? What have they taken Julia there? What are they
doing to us?

:15

Julia! Save me! Winston, please save me! How? How, Julia? How? How can I save you? Take
my place! Tell them you'll take my place, please!

:30

Take her place, I'll take Julia's place! Torture me! Take me to room 101, just not her!

:41

Oh hello Winston. O'Brien. O'Brien. They got you too. They got me a long time ago. What?
What? You know this Winston. Don't deceive yourself. You've always known it. Now, God.
Uh, Truncheon, please. Break his elbow. No. No, no, wait, wait, wait. Please, please, please,
please, please. Please, please. No, stop, stop, stop, stop. No, don't, don't.

:10

Yellow. Pain. Sick. Break. Take him to my treatment room. There's so much work to be
done.

:58

Yes.

:14

of Do-

:24

underwater world.

:33

Memory stopped dead.

:36

Faces. Voices.

:40
What was her name? Doghead Bill?

:47

What she smell like? What color were her eyes?

:51

Black.

:55

Nothing. Days. Weeks.

:06

Move, sick, pain and words. Words, not mine and me, a mouth moving, confessing anything,
anything, anything, anything. Tell them what you did, Winston. Anything. Anything, please.
You assassinated an eminent party member. Yes, yes. You distributed seditious pamphlets.
You embezzled public funds. Yes, yes, yes.

:31

You sold military secrets. You're an East Asian spy. You've been an East Asian spy for years,
have you not? Yeah, yeah. You're a religious believer, an admirer of capitalism, a sexual
pervert. You murdered your wife. You murdered your sister. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Just tell me
where I am. You're safe, Winston. You're in my keeping. I told you that we would meet here,
didn't I?

:02

The place where there is no darkness.

:08

Oh

:13

I'm alive buddy!

:22

I am beside you, Winston. You are safe. Oh, God. Oh, God. I can't see. I can't see. It's too
bright. For seven years, I've watched over you, Winston. Now the turning point has come. I
shall save you. I shall make you perfect.

:46
I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. You're secure in the chair. You are safe. No! Please. Please, what?
What is this? What is this? What's my head? Martin, 40, please. Sir. No! No! No! No! Teeth
break. Red. Spine snaps. No! No! No!

:15

That was 40. You can see here on this dial, the numbers run up to 100. If you tell me any
lies or attempt to prevaricate in any way or fall below your usual level of intelligence, you
will break with pain. Do understand? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I'm taking trouble with you,
Winston, because you are worth trouble. You know perfectly well what's wrong with you.
You have known it for years. Though you have fought against the knowledge, you are
mentally deranged. Don't believe him.

:44

You suffer from a defective memory, from confabulation. You persuade yourself to
remember events which never happened. You know what is true! Let's try something,

:54

Some years ago you had a serious delusion that three people named Jones, Aronson and
Rutherford were not guilty of the crimes that they were charged with. You had a
hallucination that you possessed a photograph. You believed that you actually held it in
your hands. This photograph. It exists. It exists! No, no, no, it doesn't. Martin, put that in
the memory hole, please. Sir.

:24

Ashes, Winston, dust. It never existed. Now there is a party slogan dealing with the control
of the past. Repeat it, please. Who controls the past... the past controls the future. Who
controls the present controls the Who controls the past. Very good. Now, is it your opinion,
Winston, that the past has real existence? Does the past exist concretely in space? No.

:52

Then where does the past exist? In records. In records and... In the mind. In the mind, in
memory. In memory, very well. And if the party control all records and we control all
memories, then we also control the past, we not? But you can't stop people remembering
things. You can't control my memory. On the contrary, Winston, it is you who cannot control
it. You believe that memory exists in the mind of the individual, which is fallible.

:22

But I tell you that memory only exists in the mind of the party, which is collective and
immortal. Whatever the party remembers is memory. Whatever the party holds to be the
truth is truth. That is the fact that you've got to relearn, Winston. It needs an act of self-
destruction, an effort of the will. You must humble yourself before you can become sane. We
do not destroy our enemies. We change them.

:52

and you shall be changed. Now, there are three stages to your reintegration. There is
learning, there is understanding, and then there is acceptance. The first stage is learning.
The hand on the dial. Don't show fear. Do you remember writing in your diary, freedom is
the freedom to say two plus two makes four? Yes, yes. Well, how many fingers am I
holding up, Winston? Four.

:20

And if the party says it's not four but five, then how many did you see? Still four. Four. No.
No, no, Oh dear. Martin, 50 please. No, no, no, no, no, no.

:55

So how many fingers, please? Four. Sixty... Martin.

:09

Go.

:13

How many fingers when it's done?

:19

17

:30

You are lying, Winston.

:34

You still think that there are four fingers?

:45

How... How can I help seeing what's in front of my eyes? Too... Too...

:55

Ah, but sometimes, sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they
are all of them at once. This is what I mean. By learning, I'm teaching you, but you must try
harder. It's not easy to become sane. Just listen to him. He'll stop this pain.
:18

Now Winston one last go and if you really try to learn I promise that you'll see something I
know you do 80

:40

you

:47

you

:58

That's not true

:08

you.

:15

Here comes a chopper to chop off you. I love you.

:29

No, Winston, look at my fingers. There's so many. There's so many. But don't say... How
many, Winston? I don't know. The count is five, six...

:56

Oh no! Better, better. You can see now that at any rate, it is possible. Yes, yes. Let me
embrace you, Winston.

:15

I'm so proud of you. I love you. I love Do you remember writing about me in your diary?
You said that you thought I was someone you could talk to. Well, you were right once
tonight. I enjoy talking to you.

:37

to me, resembles my own, that you happen to be insane, of course. Before you sleep, you
may ask me some questions, if you like. Julia. Ask him about Julia. Julia betrayed you,
Winston, immediately, unreservedly. I have seldom seen anyone come over to us so
promptly. You would hardly recognize all her rebelliousness, her deceit, her folly, her dirty-
mindedness. Everything has been burnt out of her. Perfect, perfect.

:07
Conversion, a textbook case. You're torturing her. Is that what you really want to ask? Ask
him what's in room 101. I want to know. I want to know. Does Big Brother exist? Of
course he exists, Winston. He is the embodiment of the party. Does he exist like I exist?

:37

You do not exist. Now why don't you ask me what you really want to ask me? It's there, I can
see it. No? So be it. Martin? The syringe, sir. Please. What do want to ask? What do I really
want to ask? What is in room 101? At last. You know what's in room 101.

:06

and everyone knows what's in room 101.

:13

Sweet dreams.

:32

And they slip again into dark, watery nothing for days, weeks, seconds.

:46

I'm losing weight. Hair, teeth. Skin hangs off me like rags.

:56

I cling to myself. I cling to Julia. To her voice in my head. I'm here. What color are your
eyes? Brown. Or green. Your hands.

:11

I remember. I remember feeling them. At the hanging. I'll be hanged. Maybe I already have
been. Did you really give me up so easily, Julia? Did you really lose yourself so quickly? He
broke me, But you still love me, don't you? Julia, you still love me.

:37

Because I love you and as long as I love you I'm still human aren't I? I'm still beating them
60 please Martin

:01

Are you back with me,

:16
Yes. Good. It's time to move on to stage two of your reintegration. Understanding. Focus
on Julia. Julia's eyes. Julia's hands. Hold on to her. Now, I want to talk about Goldstein's
book. You read it? You read it? I wrote it.

:36

The secret accumulation of knowledge, a gradual spread of enlightenment, and of course my

proudest piece of nonsense, the proletarian rebellion. You foresaw that, didn't you? You
wrote a few times that if there is... If there is hope, it lies in the pros. Yes, very good. It's total
nonsense. The proletarians will never revolt.

:59

Winston, not in many years. They cannot. They are helpless. They believe in the individual.
But the individual is only a cell. True power is collective. You know the party slogan,
freedom is slavery, Winston? Has it ever occurred to you that that is reversible? That
slavery is freedom? Alone, free, the human being is always defeated.

:25

It must be so because every human is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.
But if a person can make complete, utter submission, if they can escape from their identity
and merge themselves in the party so that they are the party, then they are all-powerful
and immortal. Power, Winston, is power over human beings, over the body, but above all
else, over the mind. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces.

:53

and putting them together again in new shapes of our own choosing. Power is cutting the
links between parent and child, between family, friends, lovers. There will be no loyalty
except loyalty to the party. There will be no love except for the love of big brother. I love
Julia. I only love Julia. You can't stop that. If you want a picture of the future, Winston,
imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever.

:25

I can see that you're beginning to realize what the world will be like. But in the end, you will
do more than understand it. You will accept it, welcome it, become part of it.

:38

What?

:44

No. This is a dream. To found a civilization on fear and hatred and cruelty. It would never
endure. And why not? It would have no vitality.
:07

disintegrate, would commit suicide. Oh, you are under the impression that hatred is more
exhausting than love.

:20

I don't know, I don't care. I don't care. I just know you'll fail.

:27

Somehow, life, life will defeat you. Life? We control life, What do mean, God? No, I mean
the spirit of man. The spirit of man, that's very good, Winston. Martin, untie his bonds,
What are doing? What are you doing? doing that? Why you doing that? You consider
yourself a man, Winston.

:57

Yes, yes. Well, if you're a man, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct. We are the
inheritors, and no one will even remember that you were here. Now get up. I said get up.
Clothes are so loose. You shall see yourself as you are. Take off your clothes. Martin? Sir?
The mirror, please.

:27

Skin. Loose.

:32

bones frail like a bird. Now look, Winston, look in the mirror at the last man.

:49

What you mean that bowed gray skeleton? The protruding face, the bald scalp, the crooked
nose, broken cheekbones, mouth drawn in like a toothless old man, and eyes bulging from
their sockets. And look there across its barrel ribs, skin taut and peeling, shrunken legs,
knees thicker than thighs, and from the side. Look, see how its spine curves?

:19

Shoulders hunched, cavity in the chest, its heartless chest. This thing, Winston, is... you.

:37

How many teeth did you have when you came to the crystal? Open your mouth, please.
Open, or Martin will hurt you again. Good. Ten, Eleven teeth. And the few you have left are
dropping out your head. Look here, this one. Your molar. So loose, I barely even need to tug.

:04
You are rotting, Falling to pieces. The last man. If you are human, that is humanity. You
reduced yourself to this. This is what you accepted when you set yourself against the party.
We have beaten you, Winston. We've broken you up, your body and your mind. Can you
think of a single degradation that has not happened to you? Julia. Julia, I'm not betrayed,
Julia. Julia, no.

:32

That's perfectly true. You've not betrayed Julia. And it kills him. I can see it. In his eyes. I
still have Julia. Get him dressed and back to sleep. They can torture me.

:49

kill me, but they can't stop me loving Julia. They can't get to that. It's deep in my heart, in
my brain. They'll blow a hole in my head before they get to that love, and it will go
unpunished, unclaimed. They would have blown a hole in their own perfection. To die
loving her and hating them, that is freedom.

:17

Why are you laughing Winston? They can't touch you Julia. Not in my head. I'm deep inside
you Winston. I'm in your skin. Your blood. I'm still alive in you. You're having thoughts of
deceiving me.

:47

I'm here, Winston. And I love you. I love you too! Tell me, Winston, what are your true
feelings towards Big Brother? And don't lie! I hate him. You hate him. I am! More than
anything, I hate him! Very good. Martin, the syringe, please. We win, Julia!

:14

By loving each other and hating them, we win. Now, the time has come for you to take your
last step, Winston. Acceptance. It's not enough to obey Big Brother. You must love him.
Impossible. I can't love him. Hold still. You can and you will. How? You know how,
Winston.

:48

One.

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You

:59

Hello? Hello? Hello?

:12

I'm I can't move. I'm still with you, Winston. I'm inside you. Oh, Winston, you're awake.
Then we can begin. You asked me once what was in room 101. I told you that you knew the
answer already. The thing that is in room 101 is the worst thing in the world.

:40

What is that? What is that noise? What is that? see anything. Stop trying to turn your head,
Winston. You know already that Martin is an expert at harnesses. Now, the worst thing in
the world varies from individual to individual. may be being buried alive or death by fire or
drowning or impalement or 50 other deaths.

:05

There are plenty of cases where it's some quite trivial thing, not even fatal. In your case,
the worst thing in the world happens to be... rats. no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

:25

You remember the moment of panic that used to occur in your dreams? A wall of blackness
in front of you, roaring sound in your ears? There was something terrible on the other side
of that wall, wasn't there? You knew what it was, but you dared not drag it into the open.

:49

There were rats on the other side of that wall. O'Brien! O'Brien! O'Brien! Please! Please!
Please! Please! What do you me to do? What do you want me to do? I'll do it! I'll do it!
Martin, bring the mask over. No, no, no, no.

:04

By itself, pain is not always enough. There are occasions when human beings will stand out
against pain, even to the point of death. But for everyone, there is something unendurable.
Julia, Julia, I need you. I'm here, Winston. Something that cannot be contemplated. Just
think of me. Think of me in all room.

:26

Courage and cowardice are not involved. If you have come up from deep water, it's not
cowardly to fill your lungs with air, is it? It's merely an instinct which cannot be destroyed.
It's the same with the rats. I'll take the mask. Thank you. What's Please, please, Julia,
please, please save me! Please save me! The rat, although erodent, is carnivorous. Well,
you, of all people, are aware of that, aren't you,

:55
You will have heard of the things that happen in the poor quarters of the town. A mother
would not dare leave her baby alone in the house, even for five minutes. The rats would
certainly attack it. Within quite a small time, they'd strip it to the bone. They show
astonishing intelligence knowing when a human being is helpless. Save me, save me, save
me, save me, save me, please! Now, let me show you the construction of this cage. It's rather
ingenious. See how it connects to this mask?

:25

Fencing mask, you see? A fencing mask, instead of the mesh on the front, there's this door.
A little door. Controlled by this lever here. Now the mask part fits over your head.

:43

Peace!

:46

Leave

:02

This was common punishment in Imperial China Winston the rats will leap onto your face
and bore straight into it Winston sometimes they attack the eyes first Sometimes they
borrow through the cheeks and devour the tongue I'm pressing the lever Winston take my
place take my place Julia Julia

:32

One, two, three, no, no, no, no, do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me, not me, Julia! Kill her, kill

:53

and Winston fell.

:57

fell backwards into enormous depths, away from the rats, through the floor, through the
walls of the building, through the earth.

:13

through the oceans, through the atmosphere into outer space, into the gulfs between the
stars, always away, away, away from the rats. He was light years distant, but I was still
standing at his side, and through the darkness that enveloped him.

:36

He heard another metallic click.

:41

and knew that the cage door had clicked shut and not opened.

:51

Days, weeks, months pass.

:07

The Chestnut Tree Cafe is almost empty. A ray of sunlight slants through a window, falling
on dusty table tops. Winston sits in his usual corner, gazing into an empty glass. Now and
then he glances at a vast face which eyes him from the opposite wall. Big Brother is
watching you, it says. More gin, comrade. Oh, please.

:37

News bulletin soon. Pardon, comrade? Special bulletin. Ministry of Peace, African Front,
disquieting, been worried all day. Oh, the war with Eurasia? Who else? We've always been
at war with Eurasia. Moving southward, terrifying speed, terrifying. Yes. Well, no charge
for the gin. Winston has grown fatter since they released him. And he always has plenty of
money nowadays. His new job is even more highly paid than his old one.

:07

His thoughts wander a lot now. Almost unconsciously, he traces his finger in the dust on the
table. Two plus two equals...

:25

I shan't be staying long.

:29

The dark haired girl approaches. It strikes Winston that she has changed in some ill-defined
way. Hello. Hello. May I hug?

:46

Mm-hmm. She tightens at his touch. Please, sit. The telescreen can hear them, but it doesn't
matter. Nothing matters. They could even lie down right there and do that if they want to.
Winston's flesh freezes with horror at the thought.

:09

I betrayed you. I betrayed...

:13

I betrayed you.
:17

Sometimes they threaten you with something. Something you can't stand up to, can't even
think about. And you say, don't do it to me, do it to someone else. And perhaps you might
pretend afterwards that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and
that you really didn't mean it. But that isn't true. At a time when it happens, you do mean it.
You think there's no other way of saving yourself.

:47

And you're already quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the
other person. You don't give a damn what they suffer. In the end, all you care about is
yourself. All you care about is yourself? And after that...

:13

You don't feel the same towards the other person any longer? No. You don't.

:35

I should go. Yeah, yes, yeah, of course. We must meet again. Yes. We must meet again.

:51

Goodbye.

:56

The bell over the door sounded like a memory. A shop, a bedroom, an entire world.

:06

Winston pushes the picture out of his mind. It's a false memory. Every now and then, he's
troubled by false memories.

:22

Brothers, this is Big Brother.

:30

I bring you the news that a vast seaborne armada has secretly assembled a sudden blow to
the enemy's rear guard. The vast strategic maneuver was all thanks to my perfect
coordination, capturing over half a million prisoners and marking a resounding victory in
the war against Eurydice. Brilliant. Brilliant. I have won the war for you.

:01

I will always protect you. I will always watch over you.

:20

He hasn't stirred from his seat, but in Winston's mind, he is running and cheering with the
crowds outside. He looks up again at the image of Big Brother on the screen, smiling back at
him. The colossus that bestrides the world. The rock against which hordes of Eurasia
dashed themselves in vain. That enormous, beautiful face. Forty years it has taken
Winston to learn what kind of smile it is hidden beneath that dark mustache.

:51

Oh cruel needless misunderstanding. Oh stubborn self-willed exile from the loving breast.

:02

Two gin-scented tears trickle down the sides of his nose.

:07

But it's alright, Winston. Everything is alright.

:14

The struggle is finished. You have won the victory.

:21

I love you.

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you

:05

Attention comrades! You've been listening to George Orwell's 1984. An audible original
produced by Granny Eats Wolf.

:19

Dramatized by Joe White and directed by Destiny Icarigo.

:28

Original music by Matthew Bellamy and Elan Eshkari. Performed by the London
Metropolitan Orchestra at Abbey Road Studios.

:41

Starring Andrew Garfield as Winston Smith, Cynthia Irivo as Julia Bello, Andrew Scott as
O'Brien, and Tom Hardy as Big Brother.
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Also featuring, Natasha Demetriou as Mrs Parsons, Chukwudi Iwoji as Charrington and
Prime Thought Police Officer, Alex Lawther as Ampleforth, Katie Leung as Lane, Francesca
Mills as Natasha Syme, and Ramesh Ranganathan as Parsons.

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Supported by Ian Abishekara as thought police officer, Rachel Atkins as the washerwoman,
Grace Baker as Winston's sister, Joanna Brooks as old pro woman on train and butcher
woman, Claire Corbett as hate crowd member, news reporter and Ministry of Love
prisoner, Doug Devaney as Emmanuel Goldstein, Imogen Front as party worker.

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Sam Garriott as hate crowd member and prisoner. Raj Ghatak as Tillotson and prison
guard. Francis Jeter as head of porno sec. Mason Moore as young Winston. Yasmin
Mwanza as telescreen anchor. Harry Myers as thought police guard, chef and torturer.
Kaleb Nelson as the Parsons youngest child.

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John Sackville as Park Patrol Officer, News Reporter, and Rutherford. Sienna Sanga as the
Parsons' eldest child. Andrew Spooner as Martin. Sam Stafford as the Chestnut Tree
Waiter. Joe Troy as Hanging Master of Ceremonies. Jenny White as the Fish Seller. Sarah
Whitehouse as Proel Woman on Train and Prisoner. And Alex Wilton Regan as Annette.

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All other parts were played by members of the cast.

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Casting by Nicola Wall and Mariel Runnaker-Temple for Audible. And Eleanor Mein for
Granny Eats Wolf. Script editing by Marty Ross. For Granny Eats Wolf, the executive
producers were Nathan Freeman and Tom Billington. The dialogue editor was Emma Butt.
Sound design and Dolby Atmos mix by Nathan Freeman, Phil Zacharias, and Olga Reed. The
assistant producer,

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was Megan Jenkins. The production was recorded at Audible Studios in London and
engineered by Shane O'Byrne. Additional recording at CDM Sound Studios New York by
Tucker Dalton and Michael Bogner. Original music recorded at Abbey Road Studios and
mixed at North Pole Studio by Steve McLaughlin. The London Metropolitan Orchestra was
conducted by Andy Brown. Orchestration

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by Matthias Gohl and Jessica Danheiser and was prepared by Charts of London. Studio
assistants were Sam Carey, Steve Wright, Alistair Robertson and Alex von Korff. For Abbey
Road Studios, recordist was Neil Dawes. Assistant engineer was Tommy Bausisto. The
production coordinator was Ellie McCready and the runner was Sarah Mays.

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For Audible, the executive producers were Marielle Runacre Temple and Robin Morgan
Bentley. The director of production was Chris Jones. The production coordinator was Alex
Curran. Studio support was Miles Wewe. And the runner was Lydia Brownell. The
commissioning editor was Robin Morgan Bentley. Thank you for trusting us. And
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