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Repentance (1984) Poster

(1984)

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Female Voice: Shortly before his death, Einstein raised his voice for the last time to tell the world of the tragedy of a modern scientist. This was his testament: "The fate of a modern scientist is tragic. His inspiration leads him to clarity and inner independence. By almost superhuman efforts he had forged a weapon of his own social enslavement and destruction of his personality. The situation even reached a point where the political authorities had muzzled him. Has the time really passed when the scientist's intellectual freedom and independent research could enlighten and enrich people's lives? Has he forgotten, in his blind quest for the scientific truth, about his moral responsibility before humanity and about his honour? Our world is under threat of a crisis the scope of which seems not to be realized by those in authority. The released power of the atom changed everything but our way of thinking, and thus we keep sliding down to a catastrophe never seen heretofore. For the mankind to survive, we have to learn to think in a new way. The most difficult task of our time is to avert this threat. At this decisive moment, I'll be appealing to you with all my feeble capacity."

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Sandro Barateli: The vibration has damaged not only the frescos. There are cracks in the walls of the church. If it goes on this way, the church will collapse. By the way, the church stands on piles. We ask you to immediately stop laboratory experiments in the church and put up as soon as possible a new building for the research institute.

Varlam Aravidze: You mean to say that you're against science and progress?

Sandro Barateli: We're against the science that destroys ancient monuments.

Varlam Aravidze: Doksopulo, what was that church directive about?

Doksopulo: It's about a dilapidated church.

Mosse: Who says it's dilapidated?

Doksopulo: It's almost ruined.

Mosse: Almost. You hear that? Almost!

Doksopulo: The building is almost ruined, it's the nidus of infection. There're snakes and lizards breeding in its foundation. No one attends your church anymore. Long past are the times when people were being told that G-d created man. The fact that we all had descended from a monkey was concealed. That's why it's been decided to pull the church down and on that place...

Varlam Aravidze: Wait, Doksopulo! Esteemed Doksopulo! The Church of the Mother of G-d is one of the greatest monuments of early Christianity. A cultural monument! Demolishing it means cutting off the life-giving roots that nourish and spiritually enrich our people. Then throw into fire the works of Rustaveli and Dante! Stop playing Bach, Beethoven, Verdi! Let's demolish the St. Peter Church, Notre Dame, Svetitskhoveli. Esteemed Varlam! Our church used to have some unique relics. Through centuries our ancestors had protected them up to this day. But they've been lost without a trace. Now the building is collapsing. But we...

Varlam Aravidze: Doksopulo, give me the text of my directive on the laboratory. Look what's written here: "I deem appropriate the construction of a new building of the laboratory. However, in view of lack of funds, we should temporarily abstain from it." You see, we're concerned, too. But it seems we can't put it off any longer, you have convinced me. Doksopulo! Do you have a mother?

Doksopulo: Yes.

Varlam Aravidze: How old is she?

Doksopulo: Very Old.

Varlam Aravidze: Aren't you supposed to take care of her? The same goes for that church, the monument of the 6th century, our pride and our history. A son should never leave his sick mother without care. Remember it well. We should be grateful to these noble people for opening up our eyes, for telling us the truth. I give you my word that I won't spare any effort to solve this problem. And the experiments, as far as I know, are conducted at a minimal capacity. It will go on this way until the new building is erected.

Mosse: If the high voltage installations work at a full capacity, not only the church, but the whole town will blow up.

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Nino Barateli: Esteemed Varlam, will you sing again? Sing something else, please. Don't refuse, please, dear Varlam!

Varlam Aravidze: With great pleasure. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: as, to behold desert a beggar born, and needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, and purest faith unhappily forsworn, and gilded honour shamefully misplaced, and maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, and right perfection wrongfully disgraced, and strength by limping sway disabled, and art made tongue-tied by authority, and folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, and simple truth miscall'd simplicity, and captive good attending captain ill. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 66. A regimen is a regimen.

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Mikheil Koresheli: I understand, but this is not an argument for the letter's authors.

Varlam Aravidze: Maybe the artist's talent isn't a strong argument for them either? They have in mind his stand.

Mikheil Koresheli: What are you talking about? Talent is kindness, and that's already a stand!

Varlam Aravidze: I understand that Sandro Barateli is your friend and pupil.By the way, do you know that he's my relative?

Mikheil Koresheli: No... I didn't know that.

Varlam Aravidze: Even a close relative. Write a protest, esteemed Mikhail. Barateli is arrested, but he's not convicted. I was just executing the people's will, masses stand behind that letter. And each word coming from the masses is the holy of holies for me. Write a protest, esteemed Mikhail.

Mikheil Koresheli: To write a protest?

Varlam Aravidze: Yes, I have nothing against it.

Mikheil Koresheli: Wait, wait... What do you mean, "nothing against it"? What can you possibly have against the truth?

Varlam Aravidze: The truth? Nothing.

Mikheil Koresheli: Well, I'll write it!

Varlam Aravidze: Go ahead, write it. But take that letter into account, too.

Mikheil Koresheli: What does that letter, that filth have to do with it? That provocation?

Varlam Aravidze: Not a provocation, but a document registered in thousands of places.

Mikheil Koresheli: I don't care where it's registered.

Varlam Aravidze: You're wrong, esteemed Mikhail. It's my duty to take the position of the majority, for the majority decides.

Mikheil Koresheli: What majority? What are you talking about? One man of reason outweighs a thousand idiots.

Varlam Aravidze: I understand that you're talking about me.

Mikheil Koresheli: Stand up for him. Defending one person is not such a big deal.

Varlam Aravidze: But remember, as the letter's authors see it, you're protecting the enemy. Yes, your friend and my relative is our enemy now. And we are his victims.

Mikheil Koresheli: Who is the enemy? Who is the enemy?

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Mikheil Koresheli: Listen, Sandro. I thought a lot. I was thinking all nights through. We must name as many people as possible as the nation's enemies. They can't arrest them all. And when the number of the accused reaches an astronomical figure, those at the top will think twice, convene an extraordinary assembly and expose all the criminals that have misled the government. Do you understand, Sandro? This is tactics. A cunning, crafty tactics. We'll sign everything, we'll bring it to absurdity, to absolute nonsense. We'll make thousands of absurd statements. The tunnel from Bombay to London, and so on. Eventually, the government will understand everything. It will become indignant, get, with its iron hand, at the throat of the villains and destroy them. I've been suggested all this by the wisdom of imagination. Do you understand me, Sandro?

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Ketevan as a child: What happened, mommy?

Nino Barateli: We have lost our father...

Ketevan as a child: What?

Nino Barateli: They have blown up the church.

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Ketevan Barateli: On behalf of everyone who was unjustly punished, I demand that Varlam Aravidze be dug up from his grave by his own relatives.

Guliko: I protest! All you've heard here is a lie and slander!

Ketevan Barateli: Slander? Prove that it's a slander!

Prosecutor: You mean that the deceased should not be buried?

Ketevan Barateli: No, you must not bury him! Let the carrion crows tear him to pieces! Burying him means forgiving him, shutting our eyes to everything he had perpetrated. I publicly declare once again: If you don't dig him up, I will get him, I will not leave him in peace!

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Abel Aravidze as an adult: Varlam was always guided by the interests of society. But sometimes he had to act against his will.

Tornike: And if he were ordered to destroy the world, would he have done it?

Abel Aravidze as an adult: You know what? Your grandfather never killed anyone with his own hands! And you did fire at a human being! What kind of morals you're talking of?

Tornike: I didn't know who I was firing at.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: What difference does it make? You did fire at a human!

Tornike: Yes, I did... And it makes our guilt even worse.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: Whose guilt?

Tornike: Grandfather's, mine, and yours.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: What do you blame me for?

Tornike: For justifying grandfather and for following in his steps. You're a worse murderer than me, because you don't pity that woman.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: Why should I pity her? Are you out of your mind?

Tornike: You'd rather strangle her than ask her forgiveness.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: I couldn't imagine that you were such an idiot! She digs up my father from his grave, and I'm supposed to apologize? Yes, I will strangle her, and you too, if you don't come to your senses. I shall not let her desecrate the deceased!

Tornike: I hate you. I hate you!

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Abel Aravidze as an adult: Of course, the court will pass some sentence. But what am I to do? Keep burying my father every day?

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Varlam Aravidze: You will grind to dust anyone who stands in your way. If you're struck on one cheek, you won't turn the other one, you'll strike back so hard that the other's neck is broken. Your kind is not capable of splitting! You don't give a damn about good and evil. It's not splitting you're worried about, it's fear that's killing you!

Abel Aravidze as an adult: What fear?

Varlam Aravidze: You fear yourself. All your life you've been after prestige, proud of your model family, and, suddenly, your world is collapsing.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: No!

Varlam Aravidze: Yes. Your father is thrown out of his grave, you're losing your power, your only son rebels against you. All that stood for the name of Abel Aravidze is slipping away from you. And you're left alone, helpless and weak.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: No! No!

Varlam Aravidze: Yes, you're afraid! You're being eaten up by your fear of loneliness. For a lonely unbeliever thinks only of death.

Abel Aravidze as an adult: Yes, I'm afraid! I'm surrounded by emptiness. All my life I've been trying to run away from it, pretending and lying. Both my family and my work are just self-deception, for I am afraid to be left alone with myself. Afraid to think.

Varlam Aravidze: About what?

Abel Aravidze as an adult: About what's most important. Who are you? What do you live for? What's the point of your existence? Who are you? What did you live for? And you? And you? Who are you? Who are you, Abel Aravidze? Abel Aravidze, Abel Aravidze...

Varlam Aravidze: Who are we? What did we come to this world for? Where are we rushing to? You know what? Forget all this nonsense. Tomorrow everything will return to normal and you'll live as you used to. Trying to atone for your sins? A coward, that's what you are! If it were up to me, I would have sent you right to Hell!

Abel Aravidze as an adult: Who are you? Who are you? Answer me!

Varlam Aravidze: Didn't you recognize me, my boy? So you came to confess to the devil?

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Ketevan Barateli: I'm telling you that Aravidze will not rest in the ground. As soon as I'm released, I'll dig him up.

Prosecutor: I hope that Ms. Barateli is not the primitive creature that believes it's possible to achieve a moral objective by an immoral act, by insulting a deceased.

Ketevan Barateli: It's possible, because Aravidze is not dead!

Prosecutor: You think... he's alive?

Ketevan Barateli: Yes, he's alive! And as you defend him, he goes on living and corrupting the society.

Prosecutor: Just a minute. Excuse me. So you're asserting that he's alive?

Ketevan Barateli: Yes.

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Ketevan Barateli: Evening, spring, and shadows clumping, On the branch a bird is jumping. May a new dream me enfold.

Tornike: Moon has waned Earth to behold. I'm Tornike Aravidze, Varlam Aravidze's grandson.

Ketevan Barateli: What do you want?

Tornike: I came... I came to ask your forgiveness.

Ketevan Barateli: I'm not the G-d to give absolution.

Tornike: I fired at you. I'm a murderer.

Ketevan Barateli: Oh G-d, what a fateful star I was born under, if I have made even you, an innocent boy, a murderer? Evening, spring, and shadows clumping, On the branch a bird is jumping.

Tornike: Are you making fun of me?

Ketevan Barateli: I'm crazy, don't you know it? Crazy. I'm really crazy. Tomorrow they'll come, take me by my arms and drag me to a lunatic asylum.

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Abel Aravidze as an adult: May your name be cursed... as your life and deeds, Abel Aravidze! What have you done!Monster! May your blood... turn to water... and your bread... to dust! May your flesh... burn in Hell's fire... and not be honored... like your father... with an earthly burial! Why were you born... devil incarnate... Abel Aravidze? And why was your father born? And your son? It's grown so dark, it's pitch dark! Oh G-d, all this is so senseless!

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Old Woman: Excuse me, does this street lead to a church? I want to know whether this street leads to a church.

Ketevan Barateli: No, this is Varlam Street, and it doesn't lead to a church.

Old Woman: Then what do you need it for? Why have a road that doesn't lead to a church?

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Varlam Aravidze: Confucius said: "The hardest thing of all is to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no cat." We will catch the black cat in the dark room, even if there is no cat

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