"Ludwig Van Beethoven."
Cleric...
Why didn't you leave that
for the evidentiary team to collect and log?
They miss things sometimes.
I'll take it in myself...
make sure it gets done properly.
You know, Preston...
If we keep burning all this contraband,
eventually there won't be anything left to burn.
What'll there be for men like us?
Sir!
We got something out back.
We're gonna need two more men on this.
These animals were defended by women and children.
We put them down easily.
This isn't the first time we've seen this.
Why do they keep these animals?
What, do they... do they eat them?
What do you want me to do, sir?
Exterminate them, of course.
All right. Let's do it.
No.
What's wrong, Cleric?
Nothing.
Hey...
Grab it.
Grab it!
Sir... toss it back in.
I'll finish it off.
Give it to me, sir.
Give it to him, Cleric. He'll finish it.
Wait!
It seems to me that...
at least some of these animals ought to be tested for disease.
If there's an epidemic in the Nether,
it's best we know about it.
I don't quite follow your logic, Cleric.
They were Resistance.
They could have led us to the Underground.
But instead of apprehension and interrogation,
they were slaughtered.
Yes, but, Cleric, given the circumstances,
the Father has decreed
that there will be no more "process" for sense offenders.
They are either to be shot on sight
or incinerated without a trial.
But it's counter to law.
You're a member of the Council. If...
It is not the will of the Council,
it is the will of Father... and he is law.
Sir...
without the logic of process, is it not just mayhem...
what we have worked so hard to eradicate?
You must understand, Preston,
that while you... and even I... may not always agree with it,
it is not the message that is important,
it is our obedience to it.
Father's will.
Call it faith.
You have it, I assume?
Yes.
I have it.
Good.
Confiscated evidence X23-T45...
Mary O'Brien.
Cleric John Preston passing into the Nether...
enforcement-related.
Thank you, sir.
I don't know what else to do with you.
Go on.
Go!
Fine.
But you're going back in the trunk.
Okay.
Here.
Step away from the vehicle!
This is your last warning!
Step away from the vehicle!
Identification.
I'm a Cleric.
I'm here on official business.
Identification!
It's in my coat.
Where's the coat? Where is it?!
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.
Fuck!
What?
Aw, shit! 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.
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.
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?