You're...
absolutely...
100% right, sir.
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.
[Creaking]
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.
MARY: I don't understand.
My execution's set.
Why are you here?
[Distant buzzing]
[Beeping]
[Beeping stops]
[Buzzing stops]
Aren't you gonna dose?
My God.
What...
What'll you do?
I don't know.
50 sweepers, maybe more.
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?
[Exhales slowly]
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.
[Man speaking indistinctly]
...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.
[Man speaking indistinctly]
The Cleric was implemented
and sent out to search and destroy
such objects that remained
and, if necessary, those who attempted to...
The Council...
[Rapid footsteps approaching]
The incineration... has it gone through?!
It's going through now.
Hey!
[Fire roaring]
[Quivering]
WOMAN: 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...
9 seconds...
8 seconds...
7 seconds...
6 seconds...
5 seconds...
4 seconds...
3 seconds...
2 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...
[Spits]
...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.
[Guns cock]
This is wrong.
PRESTON: I think, in the end...
it'll be better if you have it.
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?
[Tires screech]
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.
- [Beeps] - Excellent.
[Men speaking indistinctly in distance]
ROBBIE: 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?
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.
[Mechanical whirring]
[Man speaking indistinctly]
Cleric...
your weapon, please.
Here.
Sit.
We'll start with a test question first.
[Snaps fingers] More of a riddle, actually.
What would you say is the easiest way
to get a weapon away from a Grammaton Cleric?
[Guns cocking]
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.
[Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly]
No.
[Beeping]
Oh...
Shit.
Not without incident.
I'm coming.
You really should learn to knock.
How did it feel, Preston?
[Growls softly]
- Agh! - Ugh! Ugh! Uhh-ah!
Wah!
Ugh! Agh! Uhh!
Ugh!
- Aggh! - Aggh!
Mind the uniform, Cleric.
[Whooshing]
I plan to be wearing it for a long time.
[Thud]
Be careful, Preston.
You're treading on my dreams.
Ohh!
Wait!
Wait.
Look at me.
[Breathing heavily]
I'm life.
I live, I-I breathe...
[Breathes deeply]
I feel.
Now that you know it...
can you really take it?
Is it really worth the price?
I pay it gladly.
[Thud]
The following items have been rated EC-10...
condemned.
[Speaking indistinctly]
[Thud]
In the 19th century...
[All shouting indistinctly]
...world to its knees.
Two millennia ago...
in his conquest of the known world,
Alexander the Great slaughtered
more than one million human beings.
Three centuries later, purely out of jealousy,
Gaius Germanicus, "Caligula," murdered his own sister,
impregnated with his own child.
In the...
[Electricity crackles]
[Speaking indistinctly, echoing]
...items have been rated EC-10...
...rated condemned, destroyed.
[Sputtering]
...items have been rated...
[Silence]
[Rumbling]
[Rumbling continues]
[Indistinct shouting, gunfire]
[Shouting continues]
[Men cheering]
[Slow instrumental music plays]
[Indistinct singing]
[Tempo quickens]
[Tempo slows]
[Mid-tempo music plays]
[Techno music plays]
[Tempo slows]
[Music ends]