- Lenina Crowne.
- Fine.
- Well, aren't you a lucky girl?
- Thank you.
- Good morning. - Hi.
- Mr. Marx.
- Ah, Ms. Crowne. Thank you for coming.
- I guess it couldn't wait?
- I'm afraid not. Please.
- Yellow? Sounds serious.
- Well, it doesn't need to be.
- My levels are fine, thank you.
- It's come to my attention that you are engaged
in an exclusive sexual relationship...
- I beg your... hold on.
- With Henry Foster, an Alpha Plus,
for over two months now.
- No, that's not accurate. I don't think...
- This is last week.
You do remember?
- Ah, this was a Monday.
Executive bathroom above the gestational wing.
- Wait, that's not...
- Two Thursdays ago. The breezeway.
Previous Tuesday. Twice.
- Stop. - The prior Monday.
Monday before that. Oh, lots of Mondays.
- Stop, please.
- Oh, no. There's no need for shame.
Lenina,
I assure you I'm quite used to this sort of thing.
It comes with the job.
Well, I understand the impulse.
He's handsome, strapping, tall.
Ah, yes.
Our Henry Foster is every bit the Alpha Plus, isn't he?
What I can never seem to wrap my head around, though,
is the... selfishness.
I mean, two people engaged in possessive, monogamous...
Forgive me, I don't know what else to call it...
Relations in private, separate,
with no regard for the social body,
no consideration for the pain they cause,
the damage they inflict...
- No.
- Sorry, did you say "no"? - It was a few times.
- 22. - It just happened.
You can understand that, can't you?
It was purely sexual.
- I'm gonna stop you right there.
- First we began to talk,
to prefer each other's company,
and I just thought that that was...
- No, you didn't.
You did not think.
You gave no thought whatsoever to anyone but yourself.
Not your colleagues, not your friends...
All of whom have just as much a right to Henry Foster
as you do.
Or do you not agree with that?
Lenina?
- Everyone belongs to everyone else.
- Yes. That's right.
Good. That's... good.
Well, that's over now.
And I've found, with things like this,
it's best to get right back in the mix,
to focus on one's duty.
And if you like,
I can recommend a few excellent, um...
Go on.
A soma a day keeps the jimjams away.
- You wouldn't happen to have something more...
- An orange for you?
This really isn't your fault, Lenina.
You're a Beta. Henry Foster's the Alpha here...
- Beta Plus.
I'm a Beta Plus. - Yeah, no. Of course.
All I mean is that you can't be expected to think so far ahead.
Henry needed to consider the bigger picture.
And Henry...
Well, Henry didn't.
Nor did he consider all of those who might desire you.
- At least not until today.
- Henry... Henry told you?
- It's not important.
What's important is that we caught it in time.
These things have a habit of...
festering jealousy, possessiveness, secrecy.
Lenina, you're going to take the recommended actions
and you are gonna feel better.
I promise.
- Bernard Marx?
Bernard Marx.
Are you ignoring me, Marx?
- No, sir. I would never.
- Listen...
there's been an incident.
- Where'd you get off to?
Or should I say, "Who'd you get off with?"
- Frannie, behave yourself.
- If you say Henry Foster again,
I swear I'll report you.
Don't be silly.
Ending is better than mending.
- You are an essential part
of a perfect, social body...
Everybody in their place,
everybody happy now.
And Indra keeps us all connected.
But imagine a world
without Indra's stability and harmony...
A primitive land of greed,
superstition,
and pain.
You don't have to imagine.
Only an 11-minute rocket from New London,
you'll find the Savage Lands.
Come and experience the magic.
You bring the friends;
we've got the fun,
with realistic shows performed daily by actual savages.
All the misery of the old world
with all the comforts of home.
Adventures await in the Savage Lands.
- Hot towel or soma fizz? - Thank you.
- Hot towel? Soma fix? - Thank you.
- Now arriving. District of the Sublime.
- Hot towel? Soma fizz?
- Are you the Gamma? I'm from the bureau.
- Counselor.
I'm happy you're here. - Yes.
What, uh... what happened?
- Our residents were enjoying a recreation session.
Satisfaction levels were quite high
until one of the Epsilons, he...
He had an accident.
- How rare.
Show me?
They do happen, you know. Accidents.
I've seen one myself. - Yes.
But it seems that this accident was...
Well, see if you can make sense of it.
This way, Counselor.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir. Thank you.
Hey, you Jacks.
Get away from there.
Hey, you Jack. Did you hear what I said?
A soma for you, Jack.
Nothing to worry about. Soma?
One for you. Here you go.
It's a fine day. Why waste it here, all right?
Clear the residents from the area, yeah?
And tell these Epsilons not to touch anything
till I get back.
- You're leaving?
- What's your name? - CJack60.
- You knew this worker?
- We knew this worker.
- You see what happened to him?
I asked you a question.
- This worker fell.
- Fell?
- We clean up now.
- I record feelings and turn them into experiences...
Bigger, bolder,
better than anyone could imagine,
and I give them to you, my adoring audience.
And you're welcome.
- I was just looking at what was left of him, and...
I tried to imagine what it...
What it must have been like to... to... to climb up
and look over the edge and to plan it.
I mean, to choose it. - You lost me.
Choose what? - To end himself, to die.
- I don't understand.
- 'Cause he jumped. - Jumped?
You make no sense.
Why would he? No one's ever done that.
- If he was in pain, if... - He could take a soma.
- What if soma didn't work? - But it does.
- What if I said that there's a kind of pain
that... that... That soma doesn't touch?
- I'd tell you to take a soma.
- It's not funny.
- I felt it... what he felt.
I... I... I touched him, and... - An Epsilon?
- The must have been some part of him
that was still connected
to the network... - Bernard.
- To Indra, to everyone... I mean, to me...
- The Epsilon? - Yes.
Are you listening?
- Not even sure they have feelings, the Epsilons.
Oh, don't do that. You know what I mean.
I mean...
feel like we do.
- They feel the same.
- You're not well. - I'm fine.
I'm just... I'm trying to explain something to you,
something important.
- And I am listening. I always listen, don't I?
'Cause I'm your friend, Bernard.
And as your friend, I'm going to tell you this one time only.
These feelings you described,
these aren't Epsilon feelings.
These are Bernard feelings.
- No, this is not anything like that.
- Oh, please.
How many times have you sat in that very chair
and then complained about... - This is different.
- "No one respects me at the Hatchery.
"I don't feel like an Alpha Plus.
- Stop it.
- "I never know what to say to people.
I'm Bernard."
- I'm telling you that I connected with...
I had a vision.
- No, you had a bad afternoon.
You said you had no soma, right?
- I ran... I ran out 'cause I had to give it all to...
- Right. So there you have it.
You were overtaxed. Simple as that.
This Epsilon fell. Upsetting... - He jumped.
- Stop it! I don't want to hear it.
- What are you doing?
- I'm arranging for you to have my table
at the Pleasure Garden tonight.
- Why would you do... Please don't...
- You will go there, you will meet some young, eager thing,
and you will do what is expected of a man
in your position.
You want to make a connection, Bernie?
Well, make it there.
'Cause quite frankly, my friend,
if you're not happy, you're nothing at all.
- That's the spirit.
- It's not nice to tease.
- Says who? And who says I'm teasing?
- What happened to "never go minus before midnight"?
- I'm just... testing the range of my "come hither."
- Well, lucky you. You won't need it tonight.
- Lucky me.
So here's what I'm thinking. - Hmm?
- You ready? Be honest.
- Hmm... mm.
- No? Okay. Fine.
Too many memories anyway.
- Wow, that is...
- What? Not his thing?
- It's not anyone's thing.
- You never know.
- Oh... you.
Everybody likes Sexy Cat.
- If you say so.
- Maybe just be yourself.
Hi, Henry.
- Hi.
- This is Frannie.
- This is Damon.
- Madysun. - What?
- Hi. I just...
- Thank you, everyone. Thanks...
- You okay? - Do I look okay?
Hell no. I'm hot as balls in this thing.
Jesus, John, you gonna give me a... hand here, or what?
- Oh.
So?
Oh, Christ, man. Spit it out.
They'll be coming soon. - No, no, no.
You didn't show last night,
so I thought maybe something happened.
It's not a big deal. - Right.
Yeah, there was a meeting last night.
- With your group? - Yeah.
You gotta come sometime.
- It's too bad, you know? I thought you were coming over.
I wanted to show you the view.
- You already showed me the view.
- I wanted to show you again.
- You're bad. - Am I?
- I already told you it's not a good idea.
- Why not?
- Because I'm with somebody, dummy.
- Yeah, but I'd be good to you.
- And what's that got to do with anything, huh?
- Hey, dickhead. - Oh, see what I meant?
I don't need to be dealing with this shit.
- Hey, I'm talking to you, stagehand.
- You better go. I'll cool him out.
- Today's show was a... mess!
- Get the hell out of here, John.
Hey, baby, come with me. - Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
You made us look like a bunch of... idiots out there.
How am I supposed to work with this shit?
- Sorry, Kvle. - your sorry, man.
You don't care. That's your problem.
I don't understand why you can't just be professional
for one goddamn show...
- As we discussed, you have to check the firing pin
before you use a weapon in the show...
- You check the... Firing pin, prop boy.
Do your job!
And get it through your head...
We don't do it right, then maybe they stop coming.
And if they stop coming, we don't eat.
- Hey, I know you're not gonna make me wait for you.
Jerk-off.
- You had enough yet?
- Just give me the goat.
- Look, friend, I deal in quality.
It's a complete set.
I can't go breaking it up
just 'cause you got certain... preferences.
- Just give me the goat.
- You're gonna buy something this time?
- What happened to the good stuff?
- What are you talking about? All I got is good stuff.
- "Myron Hauska and the Fiascos"?
- This is "Mimi's Bachelorette Mix."
- Mimi... ahead of her time.
- "Let's Learn Shapes"? This is bullshit, man.
- I'm trying to conduct some business here.
- Give me the goat.
- These are rare totemic artifacts.
I found them eight feet down,
some dead son of a bitch still clinging.
- All right. You found your jam.
- Best thing you got in here. Like, ever.
What? You don't like it?
- Ah, it's music, man.
They ain't making anymore of it.
She seeing anybody?
- What's that?
- Take it.
Tell her I'm sorry... - Just stay away from her.
- Yeah. I can't do that.
- I don't... - Hey, hey.
I'm gonna help you out.
You know, the stuff you listen to about finding the girl
and driving off into the sunset sounds nice,
but... it ain't that easy.
Most dangerous thing a man could be is a romantic.
Who is this?
- No one knows.
- Mom, what are you doing?
- John. Hello.
- Did you go outside today?
- Yeah, I mean...
I... I tried. I did.
I really tried, but that horrible woman was out there
with those vile children.
She gives me nasty looks, John,
like she wants to club me with that cane of hers.
If you're gonna be mad, be mad,
but please don't get quiet.
You know that I can't stand it when you won't speak to me.
Oh, my God.
What's wrong?
- What's wrong is that you're sitting here
in front of the window for the whole neighborhood to see you
like you're...
- Go on. Say it.
- Go on.
- Put some clothes on.
Go easy. That's gotta last.
It's really good.
- In certain light, you look exactly like him.
If I were to close my eyes a little,
it's as if... remarkable...
- Mom. - Yeah?
No, I mean, you should know this...
- No. - Yes, it's who you are...
- Please stop.
- Hey, John.
- Madysun?
- Are you in pain?
- Pain? No.
I mean, maybe you could untie my wrists.
Who are you? Where's Madysun?
Madysun? Madysun!
Where is she?
- Come with me.
I wanna show you something.
- John, up here. Stay with me.
You know what that is?
- I work there.
- What you see there is an obscenity.
These outsiders come here, take our land.
They build that insult for their own amusement.
I don't like being laughed at.
Do you?
- No.
- So why'd you let them?
- Madysun? Madysun.
- She can't help you. - I think you made a mistake.
I think you have the wrong person.
Madysun!
- We need you, John.
I watch you...
every day...
washing those cars.
Putting on plays for these outsiders,
these New Worlders.
They love nothing. They believe in nothing.
Look at that blue horror out there.
Burns you and me to ash if we so much as touch it,
and yet, they walk right through.
How do they do that?
Makes you wonder if they're even human.
You wanna know what's in there? - No.
- Your destiny. - No, no.
No! Wait!
No, no.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
- A chance to live or die by your own wits, your own will.
Open your eyes.
We're going to tear it all down, John,
take back what's ours.
- What do you want me to do?
- You're asking the wrong question, sweetheart.
The question you gotta ask yourself is "What am I?"
A free human being?
Or a washer of cars?
- Marx, what are you doing?
Why are you off-line? - Oh, I wasn't.
I mean, for a moment, sir, I'm...
- What is it you do?
- "Do," sir?
- When you're alone.
I reviewed your activity. You've been private lately.
- No... have I... have I? - Yes.
Optic out, off network, disconnected.
No recent sexual connections, no communal...
- Well, that's just a matter of free time...
- That's unacceptable, Bernard.
It's solipsism.
It's disgusting.
Privacy is a vice the social body simply can't afford.
I shouldn't need to explain this to an Alpha.
But then, you're not quite an Alpha, are you?
- I'm an Alpha Plus, sir.
- Clean yourself.
Explain this.
- It's a grapefruit.
- It's the grapefruit you dropped at the incident today.
Why would you do such a thing?
You are to assess emotional trauma
and administer soma accordingly.
- The Epsilon...
I wanted... to understand.
- You understand he fell?
To believe otherwise would be irrational.
Isn't that right?
To be honest, Bernard, you don't look well.
- I'm... I'm fine, sir.
- Not well at all.
Depleted, exhausted.
Have you considered a vacation?
It isn't up for debate.
I know just the thing to sort you out.
- Welcome to the Savage Lands!
- You gonna invite me in?
I thought you wanted to show me the view.
- Not tonight. - Oh, don't be like that.
- How the... Do you want me to be?
- Grateful.
We're giving you a chance.
- I can't do what you're asking.
- It's not me.
I like you, John, but the others...
Promise me you'll think about it.
I'd hate for anything to happen to you...
Or your mom.
- Lenina, what are you... - I didn't everything you said.
I reconnected... I took, I touched, I gave.
- This is inappropriate at your level.
- At my level? What about you?
- Me? I'll have you know...
- I saw you tonight,
standing there alone, running away like a coward.
You're a hypocrite.
Did you hear me, Bernard? - Yes.
- I don't feel better.
- Neither do I.
- What did you say?
- I'm tired.
And it seems that I'm in some sort of trouble.
I've been told my behavior is private.
I've been off network.
But I know what's expected of me,
so I... I try to...
I don't have a problem with sex.
I don't.
I mean, sex is something that I...
Believe me, sex is something that I... I...
It's not real.
- What's not? - Any of it.
I don't know. It.
Me.
I'm not who I'm supposed to be.
Everyone sees.
- Maybe I can help with that.
- Can't Indra tell the difference?
I mean, does this work?
Projecting ourselves? - I don't know.
I've always wanted to try.
You were wrong,
about Henry, I mean.
It wasn't the Alpha Plus of him that pulled me in.
- What was it?
- Maybe it's my conditioning. I'm a good scientist.
I've always been curious, wanted a look inside things.
Henry let me.
- Do you see inside me?
What do you see?