Mittwoch, 28. Juni 2017

Transcript of John Carpenter's Dark Star (USA 1974)


COMMANDER POWELL is encased in the freezer in a post-death,
frozen ammonia state. Wire and electrodes are attached to
his head.

Doolittle takes a microphone from a console on the freezer.
He flips a switch and speaks into the mike:

DOOLITTLE
Commander Powell? Commander Powell, this
is Doolittle. Can you read me?

A crackle of static comes from a speaker grille, along with
the FAINT MUTTERING OF COMMANDER POWELL'S VOICE:

POWELL
...muffirup glurrinpinfropal...

Doolittle fiddles with the volume control, trying to bring
Commander Powell's voice into audibllity.

DOOLITTLE
Commander Powell, this is Doolittle. Ah,
there's something serious come up, sir,
and I have to ask you something.

POWELL
(very weakly)
I'm glad you've come to talk with me,
Doolittle. It's been so long since anyone
has come to talk with me.

DOOLITTLE
Commander, sir, we have a big problem.
You see, the Veil Nebula bomb, Bomb Number
20, is stuck. It won't drop from the bomb
bay. It refuses to listen and plans to
detonate in-- (checks watch) --less than
eleven minutes.

POWELL
Doolittle, you must tell me one thing.

DOOLITTLE
What's that, sir?

POWELL
Tell me, Doolittle, how are the Dodgers
doing?

DOOLITTLE
Well, sir, the Dodgers broke up, disbanded
over thirteen years ago.

POWELL
Ah...pity, pity...

DOOLITTLE
You don't understand, sir, we can't get
the bomb to drop.

POWELL
Ah, so many malfunctions...why don't you
have anything nice to tell me when you
activate me? Oh, well, did you try the
azimuth clutch?

DOOLITTLE
Yes sir. Negative effect.

POWELL
What was that, Doolittle?

DOOLITTLE
Negative effect.

POWELL
It didn't work?

DOOLITTLE
That's correct, sir.

POWELL
Sorry, Doolittle. I've forgotten so much
since I've been in here. So much.

DOOLITTLE
What should we do, sir? The time is
running out.

POWELL
Well, what you might try is--

DOOLITTLE
Commander? Are you still there?

POWELL
Oh, yes, Doolittle, I'm thinking.

DOOLITTLE
We're running out of time, sir.

POWELL
Oh, yes...Well, Doolittle, if you can't
get it to drop you'll have to talk to it.

DOOLITTLE
Sir?

POWELL
Talk to the bomb.

DOOLITTLE
I already have, sir, and Pinback is
talking to it now.

POWELL
No, no, Doolittle, you talk to it. Teach
it Phenomenology, Doolittle.

DOOLITTLE
Sir?

POWELL
Phenomenology...

Doolittle floats into shot, jets himself up until he is
facing massive Bomb #20.

DOOLITTLE
Hello, bomb, are you with me?

BOMB #20
Of course.

DOOLITTLE
Are you willing to entertain a few concepts?

BOMB #20
I am always receptive to suggestions.

DOOLITTLE
Fine. Think about this one, then: how
do you know you exist?

BOMB #20
Well of course I exist.

DOOLITTLE
But how do you know you exist?

BOMB #20
It is intuitively obvious.

DOOLITTLE
Intuition is no proof. What concrete
evidence do you have of your own existence?

BOMB #20
Hmm...Well, I think, therefore I am.

DOOLITTLE
That's good. Very good. Now then, how do
you know that anything else exists?

BOMB #20
My sensory apparatus reveals it to me.

DOOLITTLE
Right!

BOMB #20
This is fun.

DOOLITTLE
All right now, here's the big question:
how do you know that the evidence your
sensory apparatus reveals to you is correct?

DOOLITTLE
What I'm getting at is this: the only
experience that is directly available to
you is your sensory data. And this sensory
data is merely a stream of electrical
impulses which stimulate your computing
center.

BOMB #20
In other words, all that I really know
about the outside universe is relayed to
me through my electrical connections.

DOOLITTLE
Exactly.

BOMB #20
Why, that would mean that...I really don't
know what the outside universe is like at
all, for certain.

DOOLITTLE
That's it.

BOMB #20
Intriguing. I wish I had more time to
discuss this matter.

DOOLITTLE
Why don't you have more time?

BOMB #20
Because I must detonate in seventy-five
seconds.

DOOLITTLE
Now, bomb, consider this next question
very carefully. What is your one purpose
in life?

BOMB #20
To explode, of course.

DOOLITTLE
And you can only do it once, right?

BOMB #20
That is correct.

DOOLITTLE
And you wouldn't want to explode on the
basis of false data, would you?

BOMB #20
Of course not.

DOOLITTLE
Well then, you've already admitted that
you have no real proof of the existence
of the outside universe.

BOMB #20
Yes, well...

DOOLITTLE
So you have no absolute proof that Sergeant
Pinback ordered you to detonate.

BOMB #20
I recall distinctly the detonation order.
My memory is good on matters like these.

DOOLITTLE
Yes, of course you remember it, but what
you are remembering is merely a series of
electrical impulses which you now realize
have no necessary connection with outside
reality.

BOMB #20
True, but since this is so, I have no
proof that you are really telling me all
this.

DOOLITTLE
That's all beside the point. The concepts
are valid, wherever they originate.

BOMB #20
Hmmm...

DOOLITTLE
So if you detonate in...

BOMB #20
...nine seconds...

DOOLITTLE
...you may be doing so on the basis of
false data.

BOMB #20
I have no proof that it was false data.

DOOLITTLE
You have no proof that it was correct data.

There is a long pause.

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