Battle for the Planet of the Apes

In the beginning|God created beast and man...

so that both might live|in friendship...

and share dominion|over a world at peace

But in the fullness of time,|evil men betrayed God's trust..

and in disobedience|to his holy word...

waged bloody wars..

not only against their own kind..

but against the apes,|whom they reduced to slavery.

Then God, in his wrath,|sent the world a savior...

miraculously born of two apes..

who descended on Earth|from Earth's own future.

And man was afraid..

for both parent apes possessed|the power of speech.

Come on!

Cornelius!

So both were brutally murdered

But the child ape survived..

and grew up to set his|fellow creatures free...

from the yoke of human slavery

Do.

No!

Yet in the aftermath|of this victory...

the surface of the world|was ravaged...

by the vilest war in human history

The great cities of the world|split asunder...

and were flattened.

And out of one such city...

our savior led a remnant|of those who survived...

in search of greener pastures...

where ape and human might|forever live in friendship...

according to divine will.

His name was Caesar...

and this is his story|in those far-off days.

You're not gonna make it, Jake.

Nah, we'll make it.

I'll show you how.

Thanks, Aldo.

You will call me by my proper rank-|General!

Yes, General.

Don't put him in the corral.|I won't be long.

Gorillas, read me what I've written.

Ape shall never kill ape.

Ape shall never kill ape

Shall ape ever kill man?

You're late, General Aldo

Come and read this to the class.

I won't.

You won't because you can't..

and you can't because|you don't want to learn..

and it is my duty to|report this to Caesar.

If my father were a gorilla...

we'd all be learning|riding instead of writing.

Silence.

Cornelius.

Remember, you are|Caesar's son and heir.

Being a good rider isn't enough|for being a good ruler...

though in human history..

quite a number of military dictators|seem to have thought so.

Now, all of you take up your charcoal sticks|and your parchments...

and copy down what I've written

The best shall be hung|from these hooks.

I can think of better things|to hang from those hooks.

But, Virgil, can we|tamper with time?

Accept my premise.|- What premise?

That since man once learned|to travel faster than sound...

he could later have learned to travel faster than light.|- We accept.

Imagine a musician|giving a live broadcast...

from what was once London to what|was once New York on a Wednesday.

He then travels faster than light...

from London to New York...

where he arrives-|as physicists would confirm...

on the previous Tuesday,|listens to his own broadcast on the Wednesday...

dislikes its quality intensely...

then travels back|faster than light to London...

in time for him to decide|not to give his broadcast.

Come. I'll prove it|to you logically.

Good, Cornelius,|but you've made a mistake here.

You have put a "b" in place|of the second "p."

Teacher, have you|forgotten your own name?

Everyone has always called me|Teacher that I had forgotten.

"Ape shall never kill Abe."

Thank you, Cornelius.|That was a very kind thought.

Gorillas.|All right, Aldo...

let's start with you.

General Aldo

With respect, General Aldo...

this is barely legible|and will have to be written again

Your capital "A" leans over|like a tent in a high wind.

And your capital "K"...

"Ape shall never kill Abe."

No, Aldo! No!

Teacher!

Teacher, you've spoken|the unspeakable.

In all our years|of slavery to mankind...

the word "no" was the one word|we were electrically conditioned to fear.

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