Franklyn

Somebody once said

that religion was deemed

by the commoners as true,

by the wise as false,

and by the rulers as useful.

The only thing I believe

is that my name is Jonathan Preest.

And tonight, I'm gonna kill a man.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What's going on? Where's Karen?

A bit of a change of plan.

Actually, quite a radical one.

What?

You're f***ing kidding me?

Seriously, I'm not.

Let's just get back to London.

I think I need a drink.

I think you make

too many demands on me.

I feel we don't connect.

That you...

Sorry.

...I hate you

because of the divorce.

Even though I've done everything to help you

support your so-called career...

Margaret.

Now, remember, remember the rules.

Just what you feel Emilia thinks,

not what you think.

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

I really don't feel I'm getting through.

That is the point ofthis, isn't it?

Building trust takes time.

All structure must start with foundation,

and communication is

the cornerstone of foundation.

Amen.

Emilia.

For f***ing real?

As real as you feel

you would express yourself

if you were in your mother's shoes.

Try.

OK.

The next time that you come back

from hospital after another...

drunken suicide attempt, you little slut,

I'll drag you home,

throw your charity shop cast-offs

into a bin liner,

and make you move

to some other stinking city.

Any excuse to keep us away

from your dear father.

- Don't you start...

- We can't even mention Father now!

- That's enough!

- So we don't have to communicate...

- Emilia!

- ... I'll provide my... my psychotic,

alcoholic, waste-of-f***ing-life

daughter...

- Enough!

- ... with a 100-an-hour psychiatrist.

- You see what I have to deal with?

- Make friends, find yourself a man...

Emilia, will you be quiet?

A little too much?

Emilia, please.

I need to speak with your mother.

See you next Tuesday.

- Hello?

- Hello. Anne?

- Peter.

- Er, yes.

You're there. Um...

- I thought we agreed not to do this.

- Yes, but please, wait.

But you promised me

you would not try to contact me.

It's David.

They're letting him do a day visit.

- Yes, I heard.

- I'm picking him up on Wednesday.

He can stay overnight as well.

- Look, Peter, Martin will be home soon.

- Oh, Martin will understand. Ha!

Will you come?

- Peter...

- I'm sure he'd like to see his mother.

Well, I'd like to see you, too.

- It's been so long.

- I don't know.

Look, I'll think about it.

I've got to go now.

Yes, OK.

Don't read too much into this.

I'll expect your call, then.

Goodbye.

Bye.

So there it is.

Meanwhile City.

So beautiful from the upper heights...

it almost looks like

it makes some kind of sense.

From a distance, you'd neverthink

this city was hopelessly insane.

It seems so long ago

that the clockwork of events

that led me here began to turn.

Events that led me to this room,

to the task that I have to perform tonight -

the eradication of The Individual.

Back then, things seemed so simple.

It seemed like any otherjob,

any other night

on the streets downtown.

The main drag

was swarming with the faithful.

...open mind and a steadfast faith

applies the unchanging values

of our religion

to the new priorities

of the people of Meanwhile City.

Our plan - to improve your lives,

to provide opportunity...

We are all immortal, spiritual beings.

I didn't like using

the main thoroughfares.

The Ministry clerics

were always out in force.

You see, you've got to have religion

to live in Meanwhile City.

It's the law.

There are now so many faiths

registered in this town,

it gets kind of hard to be original.

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