Freedom Reading: Scripts Equilibrium Movie Transcript  Complete Transcript of the Film -Father- In the first years of the 21st century...a third World War broke out.Those of us who survived knew mankind could never survive...a fourth...that our own volatile natures could simply no longer be risked. So we have created a new arm of the law... [Gun cocks] ...the Grammaton Cleric, whose sole task it is to seek out and eradicate the true source of man's inhumanity to man. His ability...to feel. [Thud] -Resistance- Police! [Tire screech] [Men shouting indistinctly] [Guns cocking] -Seamus- You know what to do. [Guns cocking] [Glass shattering] -Seamus- Get down! [Gunfire and shouting fade] [Gunfire in distance] -Man- We have an unknown number barricaded in the southeast end of the compound. -Man #2- Read that. Tetragrammaton team en route. -Enforcer- Cleric, lights out. Maybe more than a dozen inside. -Preston- When the door's down, blow the bulbs. -Enforcer- Yes, sir. [Guns cocking] -Enforcer- Go. [Suspenseful clock-like rhythm] [Thud, gunfire] [Gunfire stops] -Man- Where is he? -Man #2- Shut up. -Man- Anybody get him? Did anybody hit him? -Man #2- Shut up! Listen. [Gunfire, men screaming] [Gunfire stops, casings rattle] [Clicking] [Footsteps] [Casings jingling] [Squealing] [Clicking] -Preston- This is it. -Partridge- Where? -Preston- There. [Wood splintering] -Chemist- It's real. -Preston- Burn it. -Preston- Why didn't you just leave it for the evidentiary team to collect and log? -Partridge- They miss things sometimes. And I thought I'd take it down myself...get it done properly. How long, Preston, till all this is gone? Till we've burned every last bit ot it? -Preston- Resources are tight. We'll get it all eventually. -Father- Libria...I congratulate you. At last...peace reigns in the heart of man. At last, war is but a word whose meaning fades from our understanding.At last...we...are...whole. Librians...there is a disease in the heart of man.Its symptom is hate.Its symptom...is anger. Its sympton is rage. Its symptom...is war. The disease...is human emotion. But Libria... I congratulate you. For there is a cure for this disease. At the cost of the dizzying highs of human emotion, we have suppressed its abysmal lows. And you as a society have embraced this cure. Prozium. Now we are at peace with ourselves, and humankind is one. War is gone. Hate, a memory. We are our own conscience now. And it is this conscience that guides us to rate WC-10 for emotional content all those things that might tempt us to feel again...and destroy them. Librians, you have won. Against all odds and your own natures...you have survived. -Preston- Every time we come from the Nethers to the city, it reminds why we do what we do. -Partridge- It does? -Preston- I beg your pardon. -Partridge- It does. -Woman- The following items have been rated EC-10 -- condemned -- seven works of two-dimensional illustrated material, seven discs of musical content, 20 interactive strategy computer programs. -Man- Seven works of two-dimensional... [Voice fades] [Bell chiming] -Dupont- Thank you for coming, Cleric. I assume you know who I am. -Preston- Yes, sir. Of course. You are Vice-Council Dupount of the Third Conciliarly of the Tetragrammaton -- Father's voice. -Dupont- Quite frankly, Cleric, I am told that you are very nearly a prodigal student, knowing almost instantly if someone is feeling. -Preston- I have a good record, sir. -Dupont- Why, do you imagine, that is, Cleric? -Preston- I'm not sure, Vice-Council. Somehow...I'm able, on some level, to sense how an offender thinks, to...put myself in their position. -Dupont- If you had ceased your interval, if you were a sense offender... -Preston- I suppose you could say that, sir. -Dupont- You're a family man, Cleric? -Preston- Yes, sir -- a boy and a girl. The boy's in the monastery himself, on path to becomming a Cleric. -Dupont- Good. And the mother? -Preston- My spouse was arrested and incinerated for sense offense four years ago, sir. -Dupont- By yourself? -Preston- No, sir -- by another. -Dupont- How did you feel about that? -Preston- I'm sorry. I don't... fully understand, sir. -Dupont- How did you feel? -Preston- I didn't feel anything. -Dupont- Really? How is it that you came to miss it? -Preston- I...I've asked myself that same question, sir. I don't know. -Dupont- A nearly unforgivable lapse, Cleric. I trust you'll be more vigilant in the future. -Preston- Yes, sir. -Preston- Every time we come from the Nethers to the city, it reminds why we do what we do. -Partridge- It does? [Tape rewinding] -Preston- Every time we come from the Nethers to the city, it reminds why we do what we do. -Partridge- It does? [Click, tape rewinds] -Partridge- It does. -Preston- Prosecutorial evidence for A.N.R. 136890. I need it. It was late this afternoon. May not have showed up in the records yet. -Evidentiary storage officer- I'm very sorry, Cleric. Nothing has been logged and nothing is pending under that entry. -Preston- It was an item of evidence brought in personally by Grammaton Errol Partridge. Check again. -Evidentiary storage officer- Sir, Cleric Partridge has not entered anything in for weeks. -Preston- You're mistaken. It was a book of some kind. -Evidentiary storage officer- Cleric...there's nothing. -Preston- Thank you. -Gate guard- He's been passing through the gate into the Nether every night for the last two weeks. We assumed it was enforcement-related. [Footsteps] -Partridge- You always knew. -Partridge- ”But I, being poor...have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly...because you tread on my dreams.” I assume you dream, Preston. -Preston- I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you. -Partridge- We both know...they never go easy. -Preston- Then I'm sorry. -Partridge- No, you're not. You don't even know the meaning. It's just a...vestigial word for a feelling you've never felt. Don't you see, Preston? It's gone. Everything that makes us what we are -- traded away. -Preston- There's no war. No murder. -Partridge- What is it you think we do? -Preston- No. You've been with me. You've seen how it can be -- the jealousy, the rage. -Partridge- A heavy cost. I'd pay it gladly. [Gun cocks] -Preston- Don't. [Shoots] -Brandt- You and your partner were close? I hope you're as pleased to be assigned me as I am the placement. I was told this would be a career-making advancement. I'm like you, Cleric -- intuitive. Sometimes I know when a person's feeling before they know it themselves. -Brandt- Cleric...I can only hope one day to be as...uncompromising as you. -Preston- Good night. -Father on TV- The later 20th century saw the foutuitous and simultaneous rise of two synergistic political and psychological sciences. The first, the revolutionary precept of the hate crime. -Robbie Preston- John? -Preston- Yes? -Robbie- I saw Robbie Taylor crying today. He didn't know, but I saw. Do you think I should report him? -Preston- Unquestionably. [Click] -Father on TV- ...a single inescapable fact --that mankind united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war...than he ever did in pursuit of peace. -Partridge- ”But I, being poor...have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly...because you tread on my dreams.” -Enforcer- Viviana Preston, Don't move! Don't move! Comply! Comply! Stop! Stop where you are! Get down! Get down! -Enforcer- Don't shoot. This is a lawful entry. We have a warrant for your wife's arrest. She's charged with sense offense. -Enforcer- Hey! Get her! Get her off him now! -Viviana- Remember me. - Father - Libria... Awake. Awaken to triumph again in the face of yet another day,another step in our unified march into the unwavering purpose...move ahead together into the certainty of our collective destiny. [Faucet squeaks] [Glass shatters] -Robbie- What are you doing? -Robbie- I said, what are you doing? -Preston- I accidently dropped my...morning interval. I took it out before I brushed my teeth. I never take it out before I brush my teeth. -Robbie- Then you'll go by Equilibrium, log the loss, and get a replacement. -Preston- Yes. Of course. -Robbie- Your new partner called. He says he'll pick you up at 10:00 for the A.N.R. I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of telling him you would be at Equilibrium, replacing your dose. -Preston- No, of course not. That was the right thing to do. -Robbie- Stop that. -Man and Woman alternating- Due to terrorist activity, this site is temporarily closed. Proceed to the Equilibrium Center in Sector 8A. Due to terrorist activity, this site is temporarily closed. -Man- This site is temporarily closed. Proceed to the Equilibrium Center in Sector 8A. -Brandt- More than punctual, Cleric. Hop in. -Brandt- How were the lines? I'm surprised you were able to get your interval and get out so quickly. -Preston- No, they're...they're fine today. -Brandt- Maybe I'll drop by later, get my interval adjusted. [Gun cocks] -Preston- You expecting Resistance? -Brandt- That's something you'll find about me, Cleric. I'm a wary person, cautious by nature. Always expecting the worst. -Mary- You can't do this. You cannot do this. -Preston- Tetragrammaton, There's nothing we can't do. -Preston- How long have you been off the dose? Look at you.... Look at you! [Breathing heavily] Look at you. The mirror's frame is illegal. Destroy it. -Man- We have suppression, We're making entry. -Man #2- Standard deployment. Collecting catalog. illegal articles. [Glass shatters] -Mary- You're gonna burn it, aren't you? [Bell jingles] -Preston- Eventually. However, you couldn't have accumulated all this by yourself. It'll all be sorted and examined. We'll discover who your confederates are. -Man- Gun! [Shot] -Preston- We need her. -Preston- What's your name? -Mary- O'Brien, Mary. -Prston- Well, Mary... you can either wait and tell the technicians at the Palace of Justice... or you can tell me now. Who are your friends? -Mary- I'm wondering if you have any idea at all what that word means -- "friend." -Preston- There's nothing you don't feel? How about guilt? -Mary- Let me ask you something. -Mary- Why are you alive? -Preston- I'm alive... I live ...to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria. -Mary- It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point? -Preston- What's the point of your existence? -Mary- To feel. Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it -- without love, without anger, without sorrow -- breath is just a clock ticking. -Preston- Then I have no choice but to remand you to the Palace of Justice for processing. -Mary- Processing. You mean execution, don't you? -Preston- Processing. -Dupont- The Gun Katas. through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cliric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battleis a statistically predictable element. -Man- The Gun Kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. -Dupont- By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The different of a 63% increase to lethal procifiency makes the master of the Gun Katas an adcersarty not to be taken lightly. -Mary [Echoing]- Without love... breath is just a clock...ticking. [Flames roaring] [Heart beating] -Father- Prozium -- the great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anesthetize grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage. That those sister impulses towards joy, love, and elation are anesthetized in stride, we accept as fair sacrifice. For we embrace Prozium in its unfying fullness and all that it has done to make us great. [Loud footsteps] -Guard- Good morning, Cleric. -Preston- Good morning. -Father- ...intrinsically, humans, as creatures of the Earth were drawn inherently always back to one thing --war. And thus we seek to correct not the symptom but the disease itself. We have sought to shrug off individuality, replacing it with conformity. Replacing it... with sameness... with unity, allowing each man, woman, and child in this great society to lead identical lives. The concept of identical encironment construction allows each of us to head confidently into each moment with all the secure knowledge it has been lived before. [Voice fades] -Brandt- What are you doing? -Preston- I'm rearranging my desk. -Brandt- You didn't like the way it was before? -Preston- I have no feelings about it. I'm merely attempting to optimize. -Brandt- Sense offenders holed up in the Nether. -Enforcer- We estimate -- we estimate 50 men, sir. Intelligence tells us they're all fully armed. -Brandt- This is the group that bombed the Prozium factories. You'll clean, we'll sweep. -Enforcer- Yes, sir. [Indistinct shouting] -Enforcer- Go! Go! Go! Go! -Resistance- Aah! -Enforcer- Take it! Take the landings! -Resistants- Aah! Aah! -Brandt- Cover me, I'm going in. -Resistance- Aaaaaaah! -Brandt- Nice grab, Cleric. [Casings rattling] [Door rattles, creaks] [Door opens] [Stairs creaking] -Preston- "Ludwig Van Beethoven." [Record scratching] [Powerful classical music plays] [Music continues] -Brandt- Cleric... Why didn't you leave that for the evidentiary team to collect and log? -Preston- They miss things sometimes. I'll take it in myself... make sure it gets done properly. -Brandt- [Sighs] You know, Preston... If we keep burning all this contraband, eventually there won't be anything left to burn.What'll there be for men like us? -Enforcer- Sir! We got something out back. [Man talking indistinctly] -Enforcer- We're gonna need two more men on this. [Barking] -Enforcer- These animals were defended by women and children. We put them down easily. -Brandt- This isn't the first time we've seen this. Why do they keep these animals? What do they -- do they eat them? -Enforcer- What do you want me to do sir? -Brandt- Exterminate them, of course. -Enforcer- All right. Let's do it. -Preston- No. [Guns cocking] -Brandt- What's wrong, Cleric? -Preston- Nothing. [Barking continues] [Gunshots, dogs whimpering] -Enforcer- Hey... [Dog running] -Enforcer- Grab it. Sir... toss it back in. I'll finish it off. [Gun cocks] Give it to me, sir. Give it to him, Cleric. He'll finish it. [Whimpering] [Whimpering continues] -Preston- Wait! It seems to me that... at least some of these animals ought to be tested for disease. If there's an epidemic in the Nether, it's best we know about it. -Dupont- I don't quite follow your logic, Cleric. -Preston- They were Resistance. They could have led us to the Underground. But instead of apprehension and interrogation, they were slaughtered. -Dupont- Yes, but, Cleric, given the circumstances, the Father has decreed that there will be no more "process" for sense offenders. They are either to be shot on sight or incinerated without a tiral. -Preston- But it's counter to law. You're a member of the Council. if-- -Dupont- It is not the will of the Council, it is the will of Father and he is law. -Preston- Sir... without the logic of process, is it not just myhem -- what we have worked so hard to eradicate? -Dupont- You must understand, Preston, that while you -- and even I -- may not always agree with it,it is not the message that is important, it is our obedience to it. Father's will. Call it faith. You have it, I assume? -Preston- Yes. I have it. -Dupont- Good. [Click, whirring] [Click] [Click, whirring] -Preston- Confiscated evidence X23-T45 -- Mary O'Brien. [Exhales deeply] [Car engine reves] -Preston- Cleric John Preston passing into the Nether -- enforcement-related. -Guard- Thank you, sir. [Whimpers] -Preston- I don't know what else to do with you. Go on. Go on. [Trunk door creaks] [Trunk door closed] -Preston- Go! [Keys jingle] [Dog barks] [Panting] [Engine turns over] [Yelps] [Engine shuts off] -Preston- Fine. But you're going back in the trunk. [Yelps] [Chuckles] -Preston- Okay. Here. [Engines revving] -Enforcer- Step away from the vehicle! Step away from the vehicle! This is your last warning! Step away from the vehicle! Identification. -Preston- I'm a Cleric. I'm here on official business. -Enforcer- Identification! -Preston- It's in my coat. -Enforcer- Where's the coat? Where is it?! -Presto- I don't have it. -Enforcer- Unidentified individuals are subject to summary destruction. -Preston- You're making a very big mistake. I'm a Grammaton Cleric, first class. -Enforcer- We're gonna search your vehicle. -Preston- No, you're not. There's nothing in it. -Enforcer- Search it! -Enforcer- Clear, sir. -Enforcer- Keys to the trunk. -Preston- I'm trying to tell you. I have a predawn combustion to witness. I'm not-- Captain, this is a waste of my time. My name is John Preston. I'm the highest-ranking Cleric of the Tetragramm-- -Enforcer- Wait. Stand off. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, sir. -Preston- That's okay. Just doing your job. -Enforcer- Thank you. We'll escort you back to the gate. -Preston- Thanks. [Dog yelps] -Preston- Animals. Nether's full of them. -Enforcer- Sounds like it came from your trunk. -Preston- Impossible. Just give me my keys. I'll be on my way. Captain...I'm asking you one last time -- don't do this. -Enforcer- Down on your knees! Down on your knees! Down on your knees! Drop down! On the ground! Comply! On the ground! Comply! Do it! -Enforcer- No. Fuck! -Enforcer- What? Aw, shit! Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! -Enforcer- Aah! [Casings rattling] [Wind blowing] [Exhales deeply] [Grunting] -Brandt- Always practicing, Cleric. I guess that's why you're the best. -Preston- Maybe I'm just better. -Brandt- Something on your mind?