Alphaville Page #4

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one for every room.

I'm becoming afraid.

Since you've come, I no longer

understand what is happening.

Me, I think I'm beginning

to understand.

Here it is.

"Conscience"... it's not in it.

I'm very well, thank you.

It's no longer there.

So no one here

knows the meaning of the word

conscience any more.

Too bad.

1 sugar or 2?

That's not a Bible,

it's a dictionary.

Isn't it the same

in the Outlands, Mr. Johnson?

Answer me now, what's it for?

Nearly every day words disappear,

because they are forbidden.

They are replaced by new words

expressing new ideas.

In the last two

or three months,

some words I was

very fond of disappeared.

Which words? I'm interested.

Redbreast, weeping,

autumn light,

tenderness too.

When I'm with you I'm afraid.

They ordered me

not to see you again.

Who? The Alpha 60 engineers?

- Yes.

- What are you afraid of?

I'm afraid because

I know that word

without ever having seen it

or read it.

- Which word?

- Le conscience.

La conscience.

- You've never been to the Outlands?

- No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

You're lying.

Why are you cross with me?

I believe you mustn't say

"why" but "because".

I said "why"?

And if enemy ears are listening,

they heard you, too.

Well, then, I was careless,

because it's forbidden.

Perhaps it's all right for you

to use it.

When did I say "why"?

Another question first:

where were you born?

Here in Alphaville.

Another lie. Perhaps

you don't know, but you're lying.

I must know the truth:

where were you born?

Here. I told you.

No, in Tokyorama,

the Land of the Rising Sun.

Go on, say it.

In Tokyorama,

in the Land of the Rising Sun.

Or in Florence,

perhaps... where

try to remember it

for yourself, Natasha. Where?

Where? I don't know.

Where the sky's as blue as

the South Seas.

Florence, where the sky's

as blue as the South Seas.

Or in Nueva York.

Where the winter... Broadway

glitters in the snow

like a fur coat.

You see, you do know

the Outlands.

Your father was chased

from Nueva York in '64.

He brought you here, so you

are not from here.

I know what this book is.

A man who came with us from

Nueva York, he wrote these books.

I don't know what became of him.

They live in the forbidden

quarters here; they commit suicide.

I know that Alpha 60

uses them sometimes.

It controls them.

How come?

Because they write

incomprehensible things.

Now I know:

it used to be called poetry.

It's believed to be secrets,

but really it's nothing.

When Control has an hour or so free

it codifies such stuff.

Like everything else,

one never knows.

It can always prove useful.

Absolutely.

We're highly organized.

I'd like to leave with you

for the Outlands.

But I'm afraid.

Now that I've seen you

I'm no longer normal.

When did I say "why"?

Why?

Because... you know very well,

Mr. Johnson.

No, I don't.

At which moment?

Tell me.

Quite often. Last night

in the corridor, for instance.

This time you're lying.

When I said I was

falling in love with you.

In love? What's that?

This.

No, I know what that is:

it's sensuality.

No, sensuality is a consequence.

It cannot exist without love.

So what is love, then?

Your voice, your eyes...

...your hands, your lips...

Our silences, our words...

Light that goes...

...light that returns.

A single smile between us.

In quest of knowledge,

I watched night create day...

...while we seemed unchanged.

O beloved of all,

beloved of one alone...

...your mouth silently promised

to be happy.

Away, away, says hate;

Closer, closer, says love.

A caress leads us from

our infancy.

Increasingly I see

the human form...

...as a lovers' dialogue.

The heart has but one mouth.

Everything by chance.

All words without thought.

Sentiments adrift.

Men roam the city.

A glance, a word.

Because I love you.

Everything moves.

We must advance to live.

Aim straight ahead

toward those you love.

I went toward you,

endlessly toward the light.

If you smile, it enfolds me

all the better.

The rays of your arms

pierce the mist.

Capital of Sorrow.

I must know how the chief engineer

will use me.

As an inter-galaxy double agent,

I think.

- So it's true what Eckel said.

- What?

You send spies to sabotage

the rest of the world.

Of course, you learn that

in school.

Are you going to betray me?

You can't talk

or don't you want to.

Can I communicate with

the Outlands from this hotel?

Just ask for Galaxy Service.

You want me to do it?

The Outlands...

I want to telecommunicate.

...telecommunications are

suspended for some days.

- What were you going to say?

- An atomic attack on Alphaville.

I'll explain later, Princess,

but now let's get out of here.

We must find the Professor...

where does he live?

- Come with us!

- Where?

- Residents Control.

- No kidding.

When he doubles up, get him.

Story 842, Miss.

One day a tiny man entered

a North Zone caf

and said, "I want a cup

of very hot, sweet coffee..."

adding:
"I shan't pay,

because I fear no one".

He drank his coffee.

He left.

He drank his coffee

and didn't pay.

The caf owner said nothing,

he was afraid of a scandal.

But when the tiny man repeated

the trick a few times,

the caf owner said:

"I've had it, I'll get a tough guy

to beat up this tiny man

if he comes back".

So, on the fourth day

when the tiny man said, "I want

a cup of very hot, sweet coffee..."

the tough guy goes

to him and says:

"So you're afraid of no one?"

"That's right."

"Well, neither am I."

"Well", says the tiny man,

"Make that two cups of coffee

very hot and sweet."

Meet you outside

Residents Control.

You'll stay here, Miss Vonbraun.

Last night you lied.

You organized Dickson's death.

Why?

Your name may be spelled...

...Ivan Johnson...

...but it is pronounced

Lemmy Caution...

...secret agent...

...number zero zero three...

...of the Outlands.

You are a menace

to the security of Alphaville.

I refuse to become

what you call normal.

Those you call mutants...

...form a race superior...

...to ordinary men...

...whom we have almost eliminated.

Unthinkable.

An entire race cannot

be destroyed.

I shall calculate...

...so that failure...

...is impossible.

I shall fight so that failure

is possible.

Everything that I project

shall be accomplished.

Don't be so sure;

I have a secret, too.

What is your secret?

Tell me, Mr. Caution.

Something which never changes,

day or night.

The past represents its future,

it advances in a straight line,

yet it ends by coming

full circle.

I cannot trace it.

I won't tell you.

Several of my circuits...

...are looking for the solution

to your riddle.

I will find it.

If you find it, you will

destroy yourself simultaneously,

because you will become

my kin, my brother.

Those who are not born,

do not weep...

...and do not regret.

Thus it is logical

to condemn you to death.

F*** yourself with your logic.

My judgement is just...

...and I am working for the

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