Alphaville Page #2
At the end of Galata Bridge
one finds the Red Star.
My place.
You can't compare it
to our splendid
galactic corridors
all a-glitter with
luxury and light.
It's only a vast labyrinth,
tall, cramped.
Is this the Red Star Hotel?
Yes, it is, thank you.
- Is Mr. Dickson in?
- He's out.
Fine, I'll wait.
You have money, sir?
You can have a seat, sir,
if you're tired.
I wanted to see it again,
the tomb of
the Duc de Montpensier.
The reclining statue
of the Prince
is the work of Pradier.
The Prince wears
the costume of...
Henry, it's me!
We've got plenty to talk about.
- Where's my key?
- Where's my money, Mr. Dickson?
- My key.
- His key.
And a beer.
And me?
Why don't you hurry up
and commit suicide?
We need the room for our cousin
from the south.
You come from the Outlands?
Why did he ask
if you'd commit suicide?
There's quite a few...
There's quite a few who do.
One can't adapt to this place.
It's the method
the Chinese invented
in Pekingville.
Dissuasion is their strong point.
What about those who won't adapt,
or commit suicide?
- Those... they're executed.
- Yes, the authorities.
But one can hide, you know.
There aren't many left.
Dick Tracy, is he dead?
And Guy Leclair?
Why didn't we hear from them,
or from you, Henry?
I'm sorry.
These things happen.
And what's Alpha 60?
A giant computer, like they used
to have in big business.
Nueva York... IBM...
Olivetti... General Electric...
Tokyorama...
Alpha 60 is one hundred and fifty
light years more powerful.
I see. People have become slaves
of probabilities.
Their ideal here, in Alphaville
is a technocracy, like that
of termites and ants.
I don't understand.
Probably one hundred and fifty
light years ago.
One hundred and fifty,
two hundred
there were artists
in the ant society.
Artists, novelists,
musicians, painters.
Today, no more.
Nothing. Like here.
Has Professor Vonbraun
organized it all?
Then why didn't you kill him?
"Why"... what does that word mean?
I forgot...
You know his daughter, Natasha?
Who is she really?
It was him they sent
to Los Alamos.
His name wasn't that then.
Answer! That wasn't his name
in those days.
Listen, Henry.
We'll get out together; you'll
be OK. But first you must...
It's a terrible secret, but...
Come in, Madame la Marquise.
My coat, Madame Rcamier.
Thank you, Madame Pompadour.
Madame Bovary, Marie Antoinette.
Madame Lafayette.
Madame, it's love.
I'll say it in Russian.
So young and me.
Lemmy... conscience...
Alpha 60... make...
self destruct...
Tenderness...
Save those who weep.
Yes, yes, that's it.
The Capital of Pain.
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