Fahrenheit 451 Page #7

WE WERE ALL ASLEEP.

COME ON.

LOOK, I HAVE TO GET HOME.

IT'S TERRIBLY IMPORTANT.

UNCLE WOKE ME UP

AND TOLD ME:

TO GET AWAY.

I ESCAPED:

THROUGH THE SKYLIGH OVER THE ROOF.

THIS IS:

THE LAST PLACE YOU

SHOULD HAVE COME TO.

I KNOW, BUT THERE'S

SOMETHING I MUST FIND.

LOOK, PLEASE STAY WITH ME.

I'M FRIGHTENED.

ALL RIGHT,

I'LL STAY WITH YOU.

IT MUST BE HERE:

SOMEWHERE.

WHAT MUST BE HERE ?

SOMETHING.

SOMETHING I HAVE TO FIND.

FIND AND DESTROY.

LET ME LOOK.

YOU WOULDN'T KNOW WHERE

TO START LOOKING.

IT WAS MY JOB.

HOW BIG ?

ABOUT THIS BIG.

PAPERS.

OH.

IT'S NO USE.

WE'LL FIND IT.

DON'T YOU WORRY.

IT'S A LIST OF ADDRESSES.

FRIENDS OF MY UNCLE;

WHO THEY ARE AND WHERE

THEY'RE HIDING.

WE'LL FIND IT.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?

WE MUS DESTROY THESE.

UH-HUH.

I ALWAYS WANTED:

TO TELL YOU...

OUR MEETING:

IN THE MONORAIL:

WAS NO ACCIDENT.

I NOTICED YOU,

AND I FOLLOWED YOU.

I THOUGH YOU COULD HELP US.

I KNEW IT WHEN:

THAT OLD WOMAN:

KILLED HERSELF.

I REALIZED THERE

WAS A CONNECTION

BETWEEN YOU.

YES.

SHE WAS AFRAID SHE'D TALK

AND GIVE US AWAY.

YES.

AND I--

[ Chuckles ]

THIS MORNING, WHAT DO I DO ?

I GET INTO A LITTLE BI OF TROUBLE,

AND I FAIN LIKE A SILLY, LITTLE GIRL.

I CAN'T BE A FIREMAN ANYMORE.

WHAT IS THAT OVER THERE ?

[ Clarisse ]

THAT ? THAT'S A ROCKING CHAIR.

PEOPLE USED TO SIT...

OUTSIDE THEIR HOUSES

ON WARM EVENINGS AND ROCK

BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS.

OH, REALLY ?

TALKING TO ANYONE

PASSING BY.

JUST TALKING.

WE'LL HAVE TO GO

AWAY FROM HERE.

I KNOW A PLACE.

MY UNCLE TOLD ME

WHAT TO DO IF EVER HE WAS--

IF EVER HE WAS TAKEN.

YOU FOLLOW THE RIVER UPSTREAM

'TIL YOU COME TO THE OLD

STEAM RAILWAY LINE.

THEN YOU GO ON AND YOU GO ON

UNTIL YOU GET TO WHERE

THE BOOK PEOPLE LIVE.

- THE GOOD PEOPLE ?

- NO, BOOK. THE BOOK PEOPLE.

YOU'VE NOT HEARD

OF THEM ?

NO.

PEOPLE WHO VANISHED.

SOME WERE ARRESTED

AND MANAGED TO ESCAPE.

OTHERS WERE RELEASED.

SOME DIDN'T WAIT TO BE ARRESTED.

THEY JUST HID THEMSELVES AWAY.

UP IN THE FARM COUNTRY;

THE WOODS AND THE HILLS. THEY

LIVE THERE IN LITTLE GROUPS.

THE LAW CAN'T TOUCH THEM.

THEY LIVE QUITE PEACEABLY

AND DO NOTHING THAT'S FORBIDDEN.

THOUGH, IF THEY CAME

INTO THE CITY, THEY

MIGHT NOT LAST LONG.

BUT HOW CAN YOU:

CALL THEM BOOK PEOPLE...

IF THEY DON'T DO ANYTHING

AGAINST THE LAW ?

THEY ARE BOOKS.

EACH ONE, MEN AND WOMEN,

EVERYONE, COMMITS A BOOK

THEY'VE CHOSEN TO MEMORY,

AND THEY BECOME THE BOOKS.

OF COURSE, EVERY NOW AND THEN,

SOMEONE GETS STOPPED, ARRESTED.

WHICH IS WHY:

THEY LIVE SO CAUTIOUSLY.

BECAUSE THE SECRET THEY CARRY

IS THE MOST PRECIOUS SECRE IN THE WORLD.

WITH THEM, ALL HUMAN KNOWLEDGE

WOULD PASS AWAY.

YOU MUST COME WITH ME.

OH, NO, NOT YET.

UH, IT IS TOO SOON FOR ME.

I WAS STILL BURNING BOOKS.

YES, IN TIME, PERHAPS.

BUT NOW EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE

HAS SUDDENLY CHANGED.

I MUST STAY IN THE CITY.

I HAVE A PLAN.

I WILL HIDE A BOOK

IN EVERY FIREMAN'S HOUSE

AND THEN DENOUNCE HIM.

THE SYSTEM WILL EAT ITSELF.

WE MUST BURN:

THE PYROMANIACS OUT.

[ Siren Passing ]

NOW WE HAVE TO GO.

SEPARATELY.

YOU TO YOUR BOOK PEOPLE

AND ME TO STRIP THIS OFF.

WE SHALL SEE:

EACH OTHER AGAIN.

NO, WE SHAN'T.

WHY PRETEND WE SHALL ?

YOU ARE RIGHT.

WE SHAN'T.

[ Gasps ]

FIT AND WELL AGAIN ?

GOOD, EXCELLENT. COME ON,

HURRY, NO TIME TO LOSE.

I'M SORRY, SIR.

I WAS ON MY WAY:

TO TELL YOU...

I SHAN'T BE STAYING

WITH THE FORCE, SIR.

SHAN'T BE ?

BUT THIS ISN' HOW THINGS ARE DONE, MONTAG.

NOT ON THE EVE OF PROMOTION.

I SHAN'T BE COMING

IN TOMORROW.

TOMORROW'S ANOTHER DAY.

TODAY YOU'RE UNDER MY COMMAND.

MONTAG, I'M ASKING YOU,

AS ONE MAN TO ANOTHER.

PLEASE. PLEASE !

YOU CAN'T LET ME DOWN

LIKE THIS IN FRONT OF THE MEN,

NOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS.

JUST THIS ONE LAST CALL.

THEN YOU CAN DO AS YOU LIKE.

MONTAG.

- THIS IS MY HOUSE !

- [ Chuckles ]

MM-HMM, THAT'S RIGHT.

LINDA !

I COULDN'T BEAR IT.

I JUST COULDN'T BEAR I ANYMORE.

WELL, NOW, MONTAG KNOWS

EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR.

I THINK WE CAN:

LEAVE IT TO HIM.

TO KNOW HOW TO FIND,

ONE MUST FIRST KNOW HOW

TO HIDE. ISN'T THAT SO ?

I LIKE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WORK.

YOU MEN, JUST CHECK THE RES OF THE HOUSE.

EVERYTHING READY, FABIAN ?

COME ON, HURRY IT UP.

COME ON,

BRING US THE SPARKLER.

AS THIS IS MONTAG'S HOME,

I THINK, PERHAPS, HE SHOULD

DO THE HONORS.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE !

HAVE YOU GONE MAD ?

COME ON, GET BACK IN THERE !

JUST THE BOOKS ! THE BOOKS !

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?

THERE'S NO NEED FOR THAT !

I SAID THE BOOKS, MONTAG !

THAT'S GOOD.

THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE.

SWEET REASON.

NOVELS AREN'T LIFE.

WHAT DID MONTAG HOPE

TO GET OUT OF ALL THIS PRINT ?

HAPPINESS ?

WHAT A POOR IDIO YOU MUST HAVE BEEN.

THIS GIBBERISH IS ENOUGH

TO DRIVE A MAN MAD.

THOUGHT YOU COULD LEARN

FROM THESE HOW TO WALK

ON THE WATERS, DID YOU ?

MONTAG MUST LEARN

TO THINK A LITTLE.

CONSIDER HOW ALL THESE

WRITINGS, ALL THESE RECIPES

FOR HAPPINESS DISAGREE.

NOW LET THIS HEAP

OF CONTRADICTIONS

BURN ITSELF OUT.

YOU KNOW IT'S WE WHO,

AT THIS MOMENT, ARE WORKING

FOR MAN'S HAPPINESS.

LOOK, ISN'T THAT LOVELY ?

THE PAGES,

LIKE FLOWER PETALS

OR BUTTERFLIES,

LUMINOUS AND BLACK.

WHO CAN EXPLAIN:

THE FASCINATION OF FIRE ?

WHAT DRAWS US TO IT ?

WHETHER WE'RE YOUNG OR OLD.

[ Chuckles ]

NOTHING TO SAY ?

THAT'S THE SPIRIT.

THAT'S REAL WISDOM.

[ Whispers ]

HE STILL HAS ONE.

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE ?

IS THIS YOUR SPECIAL BOOK ?

IT'S GOT TO BE BURNED

WITH THE OTHERS, AND YOU'RE

UNDER ARREST.

MONTAG.

[ Screaming ]

- [ Screaming ]

- GET OUT OF THERE !

[ Fireman ]

EVERYBODY, OUT OF HERE QUICK !

HE'S GONE MAD !

RIGHT NOW ! GO !

[ Whistle Blowing ]

[ Woman Over P.A. System ]

WATCH FOR A MAN RUNNING

THROUGH THE STREETS.

REPEATING.

CALLING ALL CITIZENS.

WANTED FOR MURDER: MONTAG.

OCCUPATION:
FIREMAN.

THE CRIMINAL IS ALONE

AND ON FOOT.

LET EACH ONE STAND

AT HIS FRONT DOOR.

LOOK AND LISTEN.

WATCH FOR A MAN RUNNING

THROUGH THE STREETS.

REPEATING.

CALLING ALL CITIZENS.

WANTED FOR MURDER: MONTAG.

OCCUPATION:
FIREMAN.

THE CRIMINAL IS ALONE

AND ON FOOT.

LET EACH ONE STAND

AT HIS FRONT DOOR.

LOOK AND LISTEN.

[ High-Pitched Droning ]

[ Droning Continues ]

[ Policemen Passing Overhead ]

[ Chopping Wood ]

I AM, UH--

YES, WE KNOW

WHO YOU ARE.

YOU'RE THE MAN

OF THE HOUR.

COME.

COME AND WITNESS

YOUR OWN CAPTURE.

MY CAPTURE ?

THAT'S RIGHT.

OUR BEAUTIFUL COUSIN

IS BEING...

PARTICULARLY:

ENTERTAINING TODAY.

YOU'LL SEE.

OH, I BEG YOUR PARDON.

I AMTHE JOURNAL:

OF HENRI BRILARD

BY STENDHAL.

[ TV Announcer ]

MONTAG IS STILL AT LARGE,

BUT TIME IS RUNNING OUT FAST.

[ Rotors Whirring ]

AH, THERE IT IS.

THE AERIAL PATROL

HAS SIGHTED THE WANTED MAN.

THEY CAN'T KEEP THE VIEWERS

WAITING MUCH LONGER.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.

THEY'LL FIND SOMEBODY.

ANYBODY WILL DO TO PROVIDE THEM

WITH THEIR CLIMAX.

[ Rotors Whirring ]

[ TV Announcer ] THERE HE IS.

YOU CAN SEE HIM CLEARLY NOW.

THERE IS MONTAG,

RUNNING HEADLONG INTO THE TRAP,

SCURRYING ABOU LIKE A FRIGHTENED RAT.

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