Battle for the Planet of the Apes Page #3

Oh, MacDonald...

I want to see what they look like.

I suppose every orphan does.

I want to hear...

what they thought and knew.

The city's radioactive.

Oh, yeah, well... Let me see.

Who is there among your people...

who knows something|about radioactivity?

No one.|- Hmm.

And among mine?

Who knows everything|about everything?

Oh. Oh, Virgil.

Go and find him.

Lisa, you remember your parents.

I was too young when|they died to remember mine.

I don't want to have|to remember my husband.

I want to love him now.

Well, Virgil will be with us.

Now, we'll take good care.

Say good-bye to Cornelius.

I don't want him to know I'm afraid.

Cornelius

Cornelius.

Cornelius.

Father.

I'm going on a journey.

What will you bring me back?

What would you like?

More nuts for my squirrel.

He's growing fast.|- So are you.

One day, you will be|as tall as a king.

Mandemus.

He's asleep.|- Not eternally, I trust.

Mandemus.

Who's there?|- Caesar.

What does Caesar want?|- Weapons.

For what purpose?|- For self-protection...

in the pursuit of knowledge.

Self-protection|against whom or what?

We don't know

Well, then what is the point|of protecting yourself...

against a danger of which|you have no knowledge...

in pursuit of a knowledge|you do not possess?

Oh, God.

Is it a knowledge for good or evil?

All knowledge is for good.

Only the use to which you|put it can be good or evil.

Well put.|- Thank you.

The sun is rising.

I should like to get|this matter settled before it sets.

Caesar has appointed me|not only as the keeper of this armory...

but as the keeper|of his own conscience.

That is why I have asked|six boring questions...

and now propose to ask a seventh...

before issuing or not issuing|the weapons you require.

What is the nature|of the knowledge...

you cannot seek without weapons?

The knowledge of|Earth's ultimate fate, recorded on tapes...

in the archives of|the forbidden city.

Which is contaminated...

but still may be|inhabited by humans.

Hmm. Come in.

Name your protective pick.

Three submachine guns|- For?

The removal of obstacles.

Hmm.

One.

Two.

And three.

Now what?|- Ammunition.

Oh. I really don't hold|with knowing the future...

even my own, which is short.

A Geiger counter.

I mean, if we knew for a fact|there was an afterlife...

and that the afterlife|was bliss eternal...

we'd all commit suicide in|order to be able to enjoy it.

Pistols.

To remove smaller obstacles?

It's a three-day journey.

With Caesar's permission,|MacDonald may want to...

shoot, cook and eat a rabbit.

But who needs three pistols|to shoot one rabbit?

Enjoy your meal.|- Thank you.

He may be old, but he's|got a mind like a razor.

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