Equilibrium Page #4

My execution's set.

Why are you here?

Aren't you gonna dose?

My God.

What...

What'll you do?

I don't know.

What about an audience? Can you

arrange to meet with him?

Father's never given a single

audience since the upheaval.

The danger of assassination

is too great.

They trained you your whole life

to fight these kind of odds.

Even if I could...

even if I could

make it through,

what guarantee is there

it would accomplish anything,

that anything would be

different?

We have a network that's larger

than you could ever imagine.

Instant word comes

that Father is dead,

that the Council is leaderless.

Bombs that have already

been planted will be set off

at Prozium clinics and factories

around Libria.

If we can succeed

in disrupting the supply

for even one day...one day...

our cause will be won

by human nature itself.

What about war, the everyday

cruelties that are all gone now?

Replaced by the touch

of Grammaton.

Will you do it?

Yes.

Can you?

I don't know.

Don't...

Seeing her one last time

will only make it harder

to do what you have to do.

...designed especially

to deal with it.

The Cleric was implemented

and sent out to search

and destroy

such objects that remained

and, if necessary,

those who attempted to...

File footage.

The Council...

Viviana Preston.

Sentence and incineration.

Auditory.

Viviana Preston,

for ceasing your interval,

for the crime of feeling,

you stand condemned

to suffer annihilation

in the city furnaces.

You will be taken there

immediately, and you will burn.

The Cleric was implemented

and sent out to search

and destroy

such objects that remained

and, if necessary,

those who attempted to...

The Council...

The incineration...

has it gone through?!

It's going through now.

Hey!

Machine turbines priming.

Machine turbines priming.

Tetragrammaton...I need

to speak to this woman!

You're too late, sir.

The time lock is engaged.

If we force the door now,

the turbines will explode

at street level.

...personnel,

clear the area immediately.

All unauthorized personnel,

clear the area immediately.

Turbines primed.

Fire in 10 seconds...

Turbines...fire.

Cleric John Preston...

You are under arrest.

This man...

this senior Cleric...

has ceased the dose.

He is feeling!

He is the worm that has been

eating at the core

of our great society!

And I...

I have brought him

for your justice.

Ugh!

I told you I'd make my career

with you, Preston.

Vice-Council...

This man is guilty

of consorting

with sense offenders,

of having relations

with a female,

of sense crime itself.

Dispatch a search team

to the Cleric's quarters

to search for unused...

Uh, that won't be

necessary, sir.

If you'll run the trace

record on his side arm,

you will find

that it was he

who was with the sweeper team

when they were murdered.

Cleric...

I assume you have something

to say to me.

I know...

it's hard to believe...

...that a Cleric

of the Tetragrammaton

could turn his back

on everything he's been taught,

would become associated

with the Resistance,

even becoming a champion

in its Underground.

But it's true.

I promised that I would

bring you that man.

And I have.

- Cleric Brandt...

- Sir?

The trace shows

that it was your gun

in the Nether

with the sweepers.

That's impossible.

This is wrong.

I think, in the end...

it'll be better

if you have it.

He switched them.

He switched them.

See, I have his gun now.

Of course you do. You took it

when you arrested me.

What?

Take him

to the Hall of Destruction

for summary judgment

and combustion.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait!

I can explain this.

Uh, sir, I'm not feeling!

He is the one who's feeling!

This is a mistake!

Of course...

since a complaint

has been lodged,

law and the letter

is that I allow a team

to carry out the search

of your premises.

Do you think that's entirely

necessary, Cleric,

or am I being

too...exacting?

As you say, sir,

it's the law and the letter.

And it doesn't disturb you

in the least

that your colleague

is going to his end?

The only thing

that disturbs me, sir,

is that I am Father's instrument

against the Underground,

and yet...I've never had

the honor of meeting him.

Hmm.

Yes, but, Cleric, you know

that Father never grants

an audience to anyone.

Even to the man

who brings him the Resistance?

Sorry, sir.

Just a formality.

The search team will be up

momentarily.

Excellent.

I have nothing to hide.

The search teams are

already inside, sir.

- Excellent.

Looking for something?

If I were you...

I'd be more careful

in the future.

How long?

Since Mom.

And Lisa?

Of course.

How did you know?

You forget...

it's my job to know

what you're thinking.

Then you know what

I'm gonna do now.

You have a message

for the Vice-Council?

You have a message

for the Vice-Council?

It's done.

I've located the Resistance.

Come now.

You'll have them all.

Do not address Father

unless first addressed by him.

Avoid eye contact.

If you should break

his personal security zone,

you will be immediately

put down by snipers.

Is that understood?

You'll be required to surrender

your firearm, of course,

and then there's the test.

Test?

Yes.

You didn't imagine

we would risk exposing Father

to even such a dedicated servant

as yourself

without first having

tested you, did you?

Please.

Cleric...

your weapon, please.

Here.

Sit.

We'll start with

a test question first.

More of a riddle, actually.

What would you say

is the easiest way

to get a weapon away

from a Grammaton Cleric?

You ask him for it.

I told you I'd make

my career with you, Cleric.

...to combine the capacity...

Preston...

Brandt's job was simple...

to make you feel

like you'd won,

to make you feel safe.

For years, I tried

to infiltrate an agent

into the Underground...

...until it hit me...

in order to pass undetected

into their midst,

in order to be trusted by them,

my provocateur would

have to think like them

and would have to feel

like them.

But where to find

such a man...

a man with the capacity to feel

who didn't yet know it?

But...

we've never met.

No?

Don't look so surprised,

Preston.

Why should Father be more real

than any other

political puppet?

The real Father died

years ago.

The Council simply elected me

to pursue

his paternal tradition.

And you, Preston,

the supposed savior

of the Resistance,

are now its destroyer,

and, along with them,

you've given me yourself...

calmly...

cooly...

entirely without incident.

No.

Oh...

Sh*t.

Not without incident.

I'm coming.

You really should learn

to knock.

How did it feel, Preston?

- Agh!

- Ugh! Ugh! Uhh-ah!

Wah!

Ugh! Agh! Uhh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

- Aggh!

- Aggh!

Mind the uniform, Cleric.

I plan to be wearing it

for a long time.

Be careful, Preston.

You're treading on my dreams.

Ohh!

Wait!

Wait.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm life.

I live, I-I breathe...

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