Battle for the Planet of the Apes Page #2

from the lips of your own parents?

Are my parents alive?

No, but their images|and their voices are.

MacDonald, when you talk|about my parents...

please do not speak in riddles.

I cannot see them.|I cannot hear them.

Armando's only told me|they came out of the future.

They cannot give me knowledge.

Caesar, you can see them.

You can hear them...

and they can give you knowledge.

How?|- Under the dead city where we once lived...

in the archives near|the old command post...

there are tapes-|sealed tapes-

Of Cornelius and Zira...

being examined by officials|of the American government

When my brother was Governor Breck's assistant,|he told me about them.

I know where they are...

and I know that they concern Earth's future,|from which your parents came.

But the city was flattened.

The bomb left nothing.

Except, I suspect...

the archive section.

Indeed, many sections|of the underground city...

were designed|to survive the impact...

of a 10-megaton over-blast.

Well, then the tapes|and pictures of my parents-

Are still down there

Oh...

Oh, MacDonald...

I want to see what they look like.

I suppose every orphan does.

I want to hear...

what they thought and knew.

The city's radioactive.

Oh, yeah, well... Let me see.

Who is there among your people...

who knows something|about radioactivity?

No one.|- Hmm.

And among mine?

Who knows everything|about everything?

Oh. Oh, Virgil.

Go and find him.

Lisa, you remember your parents.

I was too young when|they died to remember mine.

I don't want to have|to remember my husband.

I want to love him now.

Well, Virgil will be with us.

Now, we'll take good care.

Say good-bye to Cornelius.

I don't want him to know I'm afraid.

Cornelius

Cornelius.

Cornelius.

Father.

I'm going on a journey.

What will you bring me back?

What would you like?

More nuts for my squirrel.

He's growing fast.|- So are you.

One day, you will be|as tall as a king.

Mandemus.

He's asleep.|- Not eternally, I trust.

Mandemus.

Who's there?|- Caesar.

What does Caesar want?|- Weapons.

For what purpose?|- For self-protection...

in the pursuit of knowledge.

Self-protection|against whom or what?

We don't know

Well, then what is the point|of protecting yourself...

against a danger of which|you have no knowledge...

in pursuit of a knowledge|you do not possess?

Oh, God.

Is it a knowledge for good or evil?

All knowledge is for good.

Only the use to which you|put it can be good or evil.

Well put.|- Thank you.

The sun is rising.

I should like to get|this matter settled before it sets.

Caesar has appointed me|not only as the keeper of this armory...

but as the keeper|of his own conscience.

That is why I have asked|six boring questions...

and now propose to ask a seventh...

before issuing or not issuing|the weapons you require.

What is the nature|of the knowledge...

you cannot seek without weapons?

The knowledge of|Earth's ultimate fate, recorded on tapes...

in the archives of|the forbidden city.

Which is contaminated...

but still may be|inhabited by humans.

Hmm. Come in.

Name your protective pick.

Three submachine guns|- For?

The removal of obstacles.

Hmm.

One.

Two.

And three.

Now what?|- Ammunition.

Oh. I really don't hold|with knowing the future...

even my own, which is short.

A Geiger counter.

I mean, if we knew for a fact|there was an afterlife...

and that the afterlife|was bliss eternal...

we'd all commit suicide in|order to be able to enjoy it.

Pistols.

To remove smaller obstacles?

It's a three-day journey.

With Caesar's permission,|MacDonald may want to...

shoot, cook and eat a rabbit.

But who needs three pistols|to shoot one rabbit?

Enjoy your meal.|- Thank you.

He may be old, but he's|got a mind like a razor.

When I was a boy, he was my teacher.

Let's collect our stores|and be on our way.

There it is... or was.

Like a storm at sea, but solidified

By a bomb from an armory|1,000 times the size of ours.

And nobody to keep|its owner's conscience.

This is the hell..

my forefathers used to speak about.

Do you know where we are, MacDonald?|- Yes.

Do you know where we are, MacDonald?|- Yes.

Now, this is... I mean was...|11th Avenue.

Ape Management was two|blocks east from here.

The archives section,|two blocks west...

corner of Breck and Agamon.

Get us there quickly.

The governor's very|irritable lately.

Who wouldn't be, living in this hell|of radiation for all these years?

If the bomb hadn't|killed the old governor...

boredom certainly would have.

Alma, I just want somebody|to talk to, anybody.

We are at best brave...

and at worst mad to be here.

This background radiation alone...

will give us 300 Roentgens per hour.

Meaning?

That unless we leave|this place within two hours...

we shall become inmates.

This is a ghost city.

I want to put some flesh on it.|- Radioactive flesh?

Well, we're all radiated, but at least we're active.

It's getting stronger.|We must hurry.

Oh, Governor, look!

What now?|- F-6! F-6!

Alert Mendez.

Mend... Oh. Mendez to Control Room.|Mendez to Control Room.

Mendez to Control Room

Somebody's breached|the warning system at entry F-6.

One of our scavengers.|- No. It's been locked for years.

It couldn't have been one of us.|It must have been someone else.

Well, that's impossible.|There is no one else.

We have to act quickly.

Alma.|- Yes, sir?

Work the "B" console.

Quick, Mendez.|Quick! Quick!

Oh, quicker! Faster!

Keep going.|No, no. Back.

This is the place.

That's Caesar...

come back to reconquer his kingdom.

Doesn't he know that|the bomb did that?

We're still all right.|- This way.

What's holding you up?

Smell 'em, Virgil?

Yes, but they're not the same.

Not like the others.

Come on.

Quicker!|Quicker!

There. Hold it

Can anything live|down here for long?

Oh, yes.|But in the end, not recognizably.

The black man is the brother..

of my predecessor's|personal assistant.

He supervised the archives

I don't think I know the orangutan.

Look!|- It's been there for years

The late governor had this whole|place equipped with cameras...

to forestall ape conspiracies,|as I remember.

Hmm. Archives...

We haven't been in|there since, uh...

I wonder what the devil|they want in there.

We'll find the tape|that we're looking for...

under the heading of|"Presidential Commission."

"Proceedings of|the Presidential Commission...

"on Alien Visitors..

Is this it?|- Let's see.

Yes, that's it.|Now, if this thing works...

the picture should come out|on that screen over there.

All security forces, alert.|All security forces, alert.

Check out all sections in areas M-5

Apprehend three strangers|you will find there:

one human and two apes

But caution.|I repeat, caution.

If they resist, you may shoot..

but shoot to maim.

We want them alive|for interrogation.

If we shoot, we break|12 years of peace.

Yes, it has been rather|boring, hasn't it?

My mother.|- Who won your war?

It wasn't our war.|It was the gorillas' war.

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