Equilibrium Page #3

I don't have it.

Unidentified individuals are

subject to summary destruction.

You're making

a very big mistake.

I'm a Grammaton Cleric,

first class.

We're gonna search

your vehicle.

No, you're not.

There's nothing in it.

Search it!

- Clear, sir.

- Keys to the trunk.

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...

Wait.

Stand off.

I'm sorry

I didn't recognize you, sir.

That's okay.

Just doing your job.

Thank you.

We'll escort you back

to the gate.

Thanks.

Animals.

Nether's full of them.

Sounds like it came

from your trunk.

Impossible.

Just give me my keys.

I'll be on my way.

Captain...

I'm asking you

one last time...

don't do this.

Down on your knees!

- Down on your knees!

- Down on your knees!

Drop down!

On the ground! Comply!

Do it!

No.

F***!

What?

Aw, sh*t! Shoot him!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Aah!

Always practicing, Cleric.

I guess that's why

you're the best.

Maybe I'm just better.

Something on your mind?

Why do you ask?

The intuitive arts, Cleric.

It's my job to know

what you're thinking.

So, then...

what am I thinking?

About the murders

in the Nether last night...

And if they know who did it.

Am I close?

So, tell me...do they know?

There are theories.

I have one or two of my own,

but at the moment...

they're premature!

I'm glad it happened.

Why?

Because now

Father and the Council

have decreed an acceleration

in the crackdown on offenders.

Whoever did it...

all they accomplished was

a quicker end to the Resistance.

It's gonna be

a massacre, Cleric.

I came to tell you...

there's a raid in the Nether...

Sector 7.

So get ready.

That door behind you...

Go.

Go, damn you!

Get out of here, God damn it!

If you don't, you're dead!

Don't do it.

He'll shoot us in the back.

If I was gonna shoot you,

I'd shoot you in the face.

Now go.

Damn you! Follow me.

Now! Let's go!

There will be no detention.

Repeat...

no detention for any purpose.

All prisoners and apprehendees

are to be put down.

Look out!

Aah!

Aaaah!

Cleric, what's happening?

We heard gunshots.

Go!

What are you doing?

Cleric!

They're Resistance fighters.

Cleric!

He's a sense offender!

Cover all quadrants!

Secure the perimeter!

What is this?

What are you doing?!

Nicely done, Cleric.

You drive them

into the trap...

I close it.

The very definition

of...teamwork.

Don't you think?

Why don't you take the honors

of the execution, Cleric?

These people should be taken

for clinical interrogation.

Cleric...

Father's rulings

are quite clear.

Offenders are to be shot

on sight.

They have valuable information.

Cleric...

They can be put to

much better use.

Cleric.

If your weapon's low,

please, use mine.

No.

I think, in the end...

it'll be better

if you have it.

Captain.

Yes, sir. Firing positions.

CAPTAIN:
Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

Sir?

Yes, Cleric?

You asked me to become

Father's instrument

against the Resistance.

I'm ready.

Today.

I wish to show my faith.

I wish, with your permission,

to locate the Underground

once and for all.

To destroy it.

To destroy it.

Good. Do it.

I'm so...

so very sorry.

These are the possessions he had

on him at the time of death.

The illegal ones

will be burned with him.

Good.

Errol Partridge.

The name supposed to mean

something to me?

He was a Grammaton Cleric,

first class. You knew him.

News bulletin...

I'm a sense offender.

I don't hang around much

with the Cleric.

I want to know about him.

Well...

I suggest you go ask him.

But I understand

that he's dead...

killed by your friends

at the Tetragrammaton.

Not by my friends.

By me.

Aaah!

You were lovers.

The Underground is our foe,

and greater

than even the threat

of those who have forsaken

their Prozium for emotion

is the threat of those

selfsame individuals united.

They are

the secret organization...

And thus, it is in the writing

of the Father

that we find our greatest...

Good afternoon, sir.

What will it be for you?

The latest copy

of the inserts?

Revised edition

of the manifesto?

Errol Partridge.

What do you know about him?

I beg your pardon?

Everyone out. Now.

I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

Errol Partridge...

what do you know about him?

I'm sure this must be

some mis...

- You're an offender.

- I'm not.

No? Then why are you

so scared of me?

Now, you will tell me everything

you know about Errol Partridge,

or I will have a wagon

come to take you

to the Hall of Destruction

for summary combustion.

I-I really don't know...

Speak!

He...he'd come in here

with a fellow named Jurgen.

Why?

That's...that's all I know.

I swear.

Jurgen!

Interesting.

- Ugh-ow!

- Ugh!

We've been watching you,

Preston.

You're Jurgen.

You're feeling.

Do you know why you came?

Welcome to the Underground.

Polygraph.

It detects fluctuations

of human emotion.

We have to be sure.

Mary.

You're carrying

in your left pocket

a red ribbon

sprayed with her scent.

You breathe it in sometimes

when you think

there's no one to see.

But what you feel...

what you feel

could only be satisfied

by falling yourself into her.

She's scheduled

for combustion...

tomorrow.

I know.

You know, I was like you.

But the first thing

you learn about emotion

is that it has its price...

a complete paradox.

But without restraint...

without control...

emotion is chaos.

But how is that diff...

The difference being is

that when we want to feel,

we can.

It's just that...

some of us...

some of us have to forgo

that luxury

so that the rest can have it.

Some very few of us

have to force ourselves

not to feel.

Like me.

Like you.

What can I do?

You can kill Father.

- Cleric John Preston...

you are to come with us

immediately.

Cleric Preston.

Sir.

I've heard

the most disturbing rumor.

Rumor, sir?

Yes.

A rumor maintaining

that one of us,

one of the Cleric,

has secretly taken it upon

himself to cease his dose,

that one of our elite number

is actually feeling.

Feeling, sir?

Are you playing with me,

Cleric?!

No, sir.

This person, I'm told,

is actually attempting

to contact the Resistance.

Now tell me,

if you'll be so kind,

how exactly...

have you been making use

of your time of late?

Attempting to contact

the Resistance, sir.

Attempting?

How is it that you intend

to expose this traitor

if all you do is attempt?

You're...

absolutely...

Of course I am.

The Cleric is the final line

of defense.

If the Resistance

compromises it,

we are doomed.

Father is doomed.

I will redouble

my efforts, sir,

to locate the Resistance,

to find this traitor,

and bring them all to

the Council's fair justice.

Do it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I, uh...

I was checking

to make sure you've been...

taking your interval.

And are you satisfied?

Yes, I am.

Good night, Dad.

MAR Y:
I don't understand.

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