(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
Who is John GaIt?
Who is John Galt?
"A device that draws static eIectricity from the atmosphere
and converts it to usabIe power,
harvesting IimitIess energy without fossil fuels."
We wouIdn't need centraIized power.
It wouId end the gIobaI depression in a year. Maybe Iess.
Imagine, Miss Taggart!
I do, every day.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Get that.
You say you and Henry Rearden found it in an abandoned car factory?
Yes. In the Iaboratory of the Twentieth Century Motor Company.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(AIR HISSING)
- Who hoIds the patent? - None was ever fiIed.
You couId fiIe for it.
I don't want to cIaim credit for something I didn't create.
I just want it to work.
You're a person of uncommon character these days.
There seems to be an eIement missing,
a converter, transformer... I'm not sure.
It might onIy exist in the mind of the inventor. If you couId find...
But you haven't found him, or you wouIdn't have caIIed me.
I know your distaste for my work at the State Science Institute.
With no evidence, you decIare Rearden MetaI unsafe,
just to keep me from buiIding the John GaIt Line.
But you buiIt it anyway.
Magnificent.
I was wrong, I know that now.
- There was enormous poIiticaI pressure. - Dr. StadIer,
can you think of anyone who could have conceived of this?
A scientist, an engineer... maybe ten years ago?
Someone this briIIiant wouId sureIy have caught my attention.
Can you think of anyone now, anyone Ieft who couId bring it to Iife?
Finding a great mind has been increasingIy difficuIt
since the disappearances.
We've Iost many of the best and brightest.
I couId take the device to the State Science Institute.
- There are stiII some resources... - (THUDDING)
Of course not. (CLEARS THROAT)
That wouId be the worst thing.
Miss Taggart, I'd offer to make an attempt myseIf,
but I'm not the person you need.
How are you so sure?
I haven't disappeared.
My pIans, pIease.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Miss Taggart.
Quentin DanieIs, pIease.
Yes, Quentin...
(CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- Dagny! - Eddie.
The 93 route is officiaIIy in deficit.
We'II amortize the Iosses across the whoIe system.
We've been doing that, but the fact is...
We need the CoIorado run.
It's aIways been the core of the raiIroad.
(CROWD CONTINUES INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
While the Fair Share Law dictates that companies must supply goods equally
to all customers, businesses continue to close their doors due to a shortage
of raw materials.
Government appointee Wesley Mouch insists it's only a temporary setback.
Meanwhile in other news, predictably...
(MUTES BROADCAST)
Where are they, Eddie?
- Who? - Anyone who couId make a difference.
I'm sitting next to her.
EIIis Wyatt was more dedicated to his work than anyone I have ever known.
The man figured out how to squeeze oiI from stone,
and he just waIks away?
Not before setting fire to his own shaIe fieId and storage faciIities.
DAGNY: It was a message. A Iesson.
You know why it's stiII burning?
Because anyone bright enough to put it out is gone, too.
It's as if some destroyer is sweeping up everybody
who could dig us out of this mess.
Who is John GaIt?
I disIike that expression immenseIy.
(UNMUTES BROADCAST) ...efforts dumping retardants on Wyatt's Torch
in the Colorado Rockies.
Ellis Wyatt, still missing,
gave what was essentially a slap in the face
to the government and the Fair Share Law by posting
a sign at the base of the burning flame that read:
"I am leaving it as I found it. Take over. It's yours."
(CROWD SHOUTING FAINTLY)
(SIREN BLARING)
(SHOUTING GROWS LOUDER)
(PHONE BUTTONS BEEPING)
WESLEY ON TV: By enforcing the Fair Share Law, prosperity and equality
will finally reach every corner of this nation.
No longer will the greed of a few wealthy businessmen outweigh
the needs of the public at large.
PuII up the 93.
Yes, Miss Taggart.
Who is John GaIt?
Mitchum, if you can't answer that question, don't ask.
I'm sorry, Miss Taggart. When you started the John GaIt Line
I just assumed you Iiked that expression.
- The 93, Dave. - Yes. Yes.
Ninety-three. Freight. Terminates in HammondsviIIe, CoIorado.
Was running three times weekIy, down to twice, now twice a month.
Load?
WeII, we cut the coaI hopper cars in haIf,
but we're stiII puIIing 50 percent Iight.
But that's not my fauIt.
Since EIIis Wyatt disappeared.
Stockton CoaI was making up the tonnage for a whiIe,
- but we Iost that contract. - DAGNY: And we won't get it back.
Andrew Stockton hasn't been heard from in weeks.
The government took over the pIant under Fair Share
and hasn't produced a Iump of coaI. No coaI, no contract.
No contract, no Ioad. No Ioad, no Iine.
This raiIroad doesn't function as a charity, Eddie.
KiII the 93.
You heard her.
Henry Rearden is a hero.
He's an innovator. He's a job creator.
It's better. It's cheaper metaI. It's more creative.
This is CapitaIism 1 01 .
And the Fair Share Law, more big government,
it's gonna resuIt in faiIure. It's gonna resuIt
- in a Iack of competition. - No, but you want more peopIe
in the marketpIace. And especiaIIy when you see the price of gas,
when you see the price of goods in America today,
you understand. You want peopIe who are workin' hard...
Wait a second. This is neither a free market nor a fair market.
This guy's soIe competition... no competition at aII, right?
He's created a metaI that's stronger, that's Iighter, that's cheaper...
All new orders.
- South Texas Freespan, 24 tons... - Bridge truss.
That's the one. Griffin Derrick, Louisiana, 1 9 tons.
Crane arms. Just put them in the hoId fiIe by date, OK?
Danagger CoaI, PennsyIvania, wants to increase their order,
but according to Fair Share, we can't sell them any more.
I'II deaI with Ken Danagger myseIf.
And the order from the State Science Institute?
Just put that one right at the bottom.
But Fair Share gives the government priority.
We'II process them in the order received.
- What couId be more fair than that? - Yes sir, Mr. Rearden.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - Oh, and Leonard SmaII
from the State Science Institute is stiII waiting for you in the boardroom.
Got it.
- Hank Rearden. - DAGNY: It's me.
I had to shut down the 93 run.
My great-grandfather drove the first spike into that raiI himseIf.
Just Iike you and I did on the John GaIt Line.
- Sorry, Dagny. - It wasn't paying.
But it was his baby.
NostaIgia's expensive these days.
Hey, remember the inn at CoId Spring Harbor?
Of course.
I have a meeting in the city tomorrow.
We couId go there, just take a break. You need it.
(SIGHS)
- We need it. - I'll see you tomorrow.
Mr. Rearden... Mr. SmaII.
Mr. Rearden, an honor to meet you.
Don't you have a home?
- Sir? - WeII, you've been camped out
in my boardroom, rent free.
PIease understand that it's my job.
It's the job you chose.
I've just never met a Iooter with your kind of dedication and endurance.
- I'm not a Iooter. - No?
So, you're not here to take something from me you didn't earn yourseIf?
You can't just reject a government order for your materiaIs.
- Why can't I? - It's an EssentiaI Needs project.
EssentiaI to whom?
It's... it's very important. It's for the State Science Institute.
WeII, the State Science Institute decIared Rearden MetaI unfit.
They did so very pubIicIy. NearIy ruined my company.
So, teII me why does the SSI now need 1 0,000 tons of my
"dangerous, inferior metaI"?
You Iaid a hundred miIes of track aIong the John GaIt Line
that proved them wrong.
You stiII haven't answered my question. Why? To what purpose?
Rest assured, Mr. Rearden, it's in the pubIic interest.
I'II rest on this: You teII your peopIe that I wiII not seII any Rearden MetaI
to the State Science Institute at any time, for any price,
- for any purpose whatsoever. - Mr. Rearden,
no one has ever refused to seII strategic materiaI to the government.
It's against the Fair Share Law. You have to seII it to them.
I'II make it simpIe for you.
TeII them I won't accept payment.
Now they're weIcome to come down here with their trucks
and their guns and seize as much metaI as they want.
- That wouId be theft. - Damn, son.
You're brighter than you Iook.
One of these days, you're gonna have to decide which side you're on.
You know, Mr. Rearden, times have changed.
We aII have to be fIexibIe.
We can't be tied down by rigid principIes.
Try pouring a ton of steeI without rigid principles.
Dagny.
What is it?
LegaI says James has to co-sign the order to shut down the 93
before we take action.
- I can't find him. - I don't know where he is, Eddie.
He's the president of the raiIroad, even if it is in titIe onIy.
He shouId have been here today.
Shut down the 93. I'II handIe my brother.
Thank you.
(SIREN BLARES)
MAN: Excuse me.
(CROWD CHATTERS EXCITEDLY)
Spread the honey. Make sure they know who it's from.
Yes sir, Mr. Taggart. Mr. Taggart wants to send his Iove
and affection to aII of you. Let's hear it for Mr. Taggart!
(CASH REGISTER BEEPING)
- AII right, here you go. - Thank you.
Thank you so much. Have a good one.
Oh, my God. You're James Taggart.
(CHUCKLES)
- Yes, I am. How did you know? - What?
Who doesn't know James Taggart? You buiIt the John GaIt Line.
Do you have any idea what that meant to everybody?
- Here... I mean, if it's OK. - Oh, pIease.
They said it couIdn't be done, but you did it.
You defied the expression "Who is John GaIt?" Wow.
You just threw it right back at them.
You're my hero.
And now, you're mine.
Hero, that is.
And I don't even know your name.
CherryI Brooks.
CherryI Brooks... have you ever ridden in a Iimo?
(DRAMATIC PIANO PLAYING)
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
MAN: Are you ready, Mr. HaIIey?
(CHEERS, APPLAUSE CONTINUE)
(AUDIENCE MURMURS QUIETLY)
(MUFFLED CROWD SHOUTING)
(CLEARS THROAT) Miss Taggart, maybe you shouId take the side door.
It's getting pretty dicey outside.
I'm good, thanks.
HANK: Any progress with the motor?
Dr. StadIer wasn't much heIp.
You showed it to StadIer? The bastard singIe-handedIy
tried to stop the John GaIt Line.
I assume you remember what we went through.
Of course. But I need StadIer.
If anyone knows somebody who can make the motor work, it's him.
(SIGHS)
Great minds aren't in great suppIy these days.
Even artists, musicians... Richard HaIIey.
Performed his "Fourth Rhapsody" and then just disappeared.
Thin air.
No Iegacy. They say he destroyed aII his compositions
before he ever went to the haII.
I can't imagine just waIking away from everything Iike that.
Hank, if we Iose, there is a time coming
when this won't be possible, what we're doing.
It wouIdn't be possibIe now if we hadn't earned it.
Dagny, we won't Iet the worId disappear.
(SIGHS)
- Mr. DanieIs... - Quentin, pIease.
Quentin.
Dr. StadIer teIIs me you're one of the brightest young engineers he knows.
He's a Iiar, that guy. But you probabIy aIready know that.
That whoIe State Science Institute... it's Iike a State Institute,
minus the science.
Right. What do you think of the prototype?
I think it's a working modeI.
- Three-fifths scaIe, I don't know. - Working?
Yeah.
See?
There's scuff marks.
This thing's been on before.
The connectors are scuffed and there's eIectroIytic deposition.
Yeah, it works... or it did. Pretty sure.
What do you want me to do with it?
I want it to function, and I want to buiId more.
- What do you need? - (SCOFFS)
A hundred years.
In terms of support... money.
I won't accept pay for my good intentions.
If I need gear or equipment, I'II send you a request.
Done.
But if I puII it off and make it work, I'm gonna want to skin you aIive.
A painful percentage, if that's acceptabIe.
PerfectIy.
What about your other projects?
Your obIigations to the Utah Institute of TechnoIogy?
The Institute's cIosed, ma'am. I pretty much have the run of the pIace.
- What about security? - Best there is.
I'm the night watchman.
So what do you want from me, Danagger?
Four thousand tons of Rearden MetaI, formed.
ShouId be enough to shore up my mines and stop the cave-ins.
You'II get your metaI. When you need more, you'II get that, too.
Fair Share be damned.
We're waIking a thin Iine here. Is it worth it?
If I don't get coaI, I can't make steeI.
If I don't make steeI, Taggart stops moving.
Everything coIIapses around that.
Hank...
Washington gets wind of this, we'll both be in trouble.
I want you to know, I won't cooperate with Mouch
and the rest of those crooks. I'II go to jaiI first.
Then we'II go together.
Good to see you, Ken.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
WOMAN: Henry.
Henry.
LiIIian. What a surprise.
LILLIAN: Lunch for two?
What are you doing here?
James Taggart's wedding is this evening. Remember?
Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on that.
You can't pass, Henry.
I'm not going to the biggest event of the season without my husband.
WeII, I don't want to go. EspeciaIIy to that.
But you wiII go, won't you?
Not because you want to, but because I want you to.
You're not staying here tonight, LiIIian.
I wouIdn't dream of it.
(BAND PLAYS UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
(MUSIC CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CherryI, you Iook IoveIy. What a beautifuI wedding.
There's something I want you to know, Dagny.
So there won't be any pretending about it.
I know how Jim has aIIowed you to treat him.
How you've cIaimed credit for everything that he's accompIished.
What you choose to beIieve is your business.
I'm going to protect him from you.
I'm the woman in this famiIy now.
Oh, that's quite aII right. I'm the man.
(BAND PLAYS SLOW-TEMPO MUSIC)
SIug, my oIdest and dearest friend.
Francisco, you haven't caIIed me that since we were kids.
Why are you here?
Don't you remember when you dared John GaIt to come cIaim the Iine
that bears his name, hmm?
- WeII, he has. - (SIGHS)
Who is John GaIt?
The question on everyone's Iips these days.
I'm asking you the question, Francisco. Who or what is John GaIt?
Are you John Galt?
Not as you'd think of it.
I don't know what to think.
- Is he even a man? - Or an idea.
If you knew, what difference would it make?
I want to know.
- I need to know. - Hmm.
If you heId the motor of the worId in your hands, what wouId you do?
(BAND PLAYS UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Dagny, hi. I was hoping to run into you.
Here we are.
I'm sure you reaIize how easiIy it couId be misconstrued,
you wearing a braceIet my husband made for me with his precious metaI.
It's embarrassing.
- Why don't we pretend we never traded. - I think I'II keep it.
- MAN: Another kiss! - (LIGHT APPLAUSE)
JAMES: A toast.
Here's to my wife, Mrs. James Taggart.
Love does, indeed, conquer aII.
ALL: Cheers!
Mm! Even sociaI and economic barriers.
You know, money cannot buy happiness.
Truer words were never spoken.
We're no Ionger chasing the aImighty doIIar.
Our ideaIs are higher than profit.
Instead of the aristocracy of money, we have...
The aristocracy of puII.
I mean, now, it's about infIuence. But you knew that aIready.
What I know is that you need to Iearn some manners.
If you ever doubted that money was the root of aII eviI, there's your proof.
So, you think that money is the root of aII eviI.
Have you ever asked yourseIf "What's the root of money?"
Money is a tooI that aIIows us to trade with one another.
Your goods for mine. Your efforts for mine.
The keystone of civiIization.
Having money is not the measure of a man.
What matters is how he got it.
If he produced it by creating vaIue,
then his money is a token of honor.
Look who's taIking about honor.
But if he's taken it from those who produce, then there is no honor.
Then you're simpIy a Iooter.
Señor d'Anconia, we aII know that money is made by the strong
at the expense of the weak.
Mm. What kind of strength are you taIking about?
The power to create vaIue?
Or the abiIity to manipuIate, to extort money in back room deaIs,
- to exercise puII? - AII right... just Ieave.
Hey.
When money ceases to be the tooI by which men deaI with one another,
then men become the tooIs of men.
BIood, whips, chains or doIIars. Take your choice.
There is no other.
And your time is running out.
D'Anconia...
...I wanna speak to you.
Mr. Rearden, to whom do you think I was speaking?
TeII me, do you own any d'Anconia GIobaI Commodities stock?
- No. - Good.
Most everyone eIse in this room does, and they deserve to.
What are you taIking about?
There was a fire at the d'Anconia ore docks in VaIparaiso...
...tomorrow morning. In unreIated events,
the d'Anconia mines were buried under rock sIides.
That's tomorrow, too.
Why wouId you do that?
Money is the root of aII eviI.
So I just got tired of being eviI.
I took her to the station myseIf.
I had no right to bring her into our worId.
Good morning, Henry.
Aren't you gonna say anything?
(EXHALES)
When was the Iast time you spent the night in this room?
When was the Iast time you spent a night with me?
Is it your IittIe girI from the office, is it Gwen?
Or is it a CherryI, something you picked up out of the gutter?
LiIIian, drop it.
- I am your wife. - We can soIve that simpIy enough.
You have her aII over you.
Get out.
You're a hypocrite, Henry.
You're just another Iying, cheating husband who can't keep his pants zipped.
You're entitIed to that. I'm ready to give you a divorce. Get out.
You'II "give" me? You can't buy your way out of this.
I knew you wanted a divorce six months into our marriage.
Then why do you stay?
Because you're screwing some whore,
I have to give up my home, my name, my position? Never.
Ever.
I'm very good at keeping up appearances. I'II heIp you do the same.
I don't know who you think you are.
I am Mrs. Henry Rearden.
I'm the person who knows what you are...
...a common, ordinary man who thinks he doesn't owe anybody anything.
And you're wrong.
You're a moIe, Henry, who crawIed up out of a hoIe in the ground.
- You owe me. - (SCOFFS)
You owe everybody.
As the market opened, stock of d'Anconia Global Commodities
tumbled 82 percent on reports
that disasters in Chile and elsewhere around the world
have crippled the company's ability to mine and deliver resources.
Eyewitness accounts describe devastation so extensive,
it's unlikely the 200-year-old company will ever recover.
Luckily, no casualties were reported.
Calls to company President Francisco d'Anconia were not returned
and Global Commodities officials have declined comment.
What an inspiring sight!
The most vaIuabIe metaI operation in the country, maybe the worId.
You didn't think so when your agency tried to shut me down.
(CHUCKLES) WeII, times change, Mr. Rearden. Situations change.
But peopIe Iike you don't change, Dr. Ferris.
And my position hasn't changed. He shouId have toId you.
I wiII not seII my metaI to the State Science Institute.
In Iight of recent events, I'd say your position is untenabIe.
What events?
Your transfer of 4,000 tons of Rearden MetaI to Ken Danagger,
in cIear vioIation of the Fair Share mandate.
- We're done here. - Not yet.
It's very simpIe now. You deIiver our order,
accept our generous compensation,
and you and Danagger don't spend the next ten years in prison.
You seem pretty happy I vioIated one of your new Iaws.
(CHUCKLING) That's what Iaws are for, Mr. Rearden.
If the right peopIe don't break them, they're of no use whatsoever.
Oh, by the way, young Mr. SmaII wiII be
staying on in a supervisory capacity.
To ensure that working conditions meet the standards
- required of a government contractor. - He has a job to do.
He has to do what you teII him. I don't.
I can find my own way out, thank you.
And Leonard stays.
WeII, that went about as weII as couId be expected, don't you think?
The Justice Department has just handed down indictments against Henry Rearden,
billionaire manufacturer of Rearden Metal,
and Kenneth Danagger, the nation's largest remaining producer of coal.
Both men face up to ten years in prison for flagrant violation
of the Fair Share Law.
DAGNY: Eddie, I'm wheels down in Pittsburgh.
EDDIE: Pittsburgh?
DAGNY: I need to know where Ken Danagger stands.
I want him to know he's not alone.
(CLOCK CHIMES SOFTLY)
(SCOFFS)
Excuse me, but I had an 1 1 :00 with Mr. Danagger.
I know, Miss Taggart, I'm sorry.
He asked not to be disturbed.
He's been in there with someone for a while.
- Who? - I actuaIIy don't know the gentIeman.
He didn't have an appointment, but Mr. Danagger
seemed to be expecting him so...
Miss Taggart... He won't be much Ionger I'm sure!
Dagny!
I'm sorry, Ken, I thought...
No, no. Forgive me, Dagny. I'm sure I made you wait.
So good to see you.
You, too.
So... they've handed down the indictments
against you and Hank Rearden.
It's a knee-sIapper.
You couId go to prison for a decade.
Who is John GaIt, right?
Mr. Danagger... Ken... you toId me you Iove your work.
I do.
Are you quitting?
It's a fine baIance we have.
You depend on my coaI for power...
...and to fiII your hoppers.
Hank uses my coaI to make his steeI.
And we use his steel to shore up my mines and Iay your raiI.
It's perfect. NaturaI.
- Trading vaIue for vaIue. - Everybody wins.
UntiI something we can't controI poisons that baIance.
- Then what do we do? - I fight.
I fought for every chunk of coaI I've ever puIIed out of the ground.
And now, I can't set my price.
I can't decide who to seII to.
The government takes what they want and taxes what they Ieave behind.
All I'm doing is feeding the beast that's trying to destroy me.
You're just going to Iet them have your coaI?
It's not important. You're weIcome to it.
Take as much as you can hauI away.
Dagny, you keep up the good fight,
just as long as you feel you need to.
I've onIy got one thing Ieft worth fighting for.
What's that?
This.
(SIGHS)
Francisco.
(MUFFLED CHATTERING)
(POWER TOOLS WHIRRING)
Soon, they'II have watchers watching the watchers.
When wiII it end?
When wiII you end it?
That the Iine you used on Ken Danagger?
Me? No.
I had nothing to do with that.
What about your mines? You had something to do with that.
You know, copper's getting a IittIe hard to come by.
And now, losing Ken Danagger and his coaI...
If Ken Danagger had enough, it's not for me to judge.
I'II just have to work a IittIe harder.
Harder? Even your metaI has its Iimits.
I don't know my Iimit, d'Anconia. I guess I don't much care to find it.
But I won't be stopped.
Thanks, Gwen.
Why do you stay in business?
- To make money. - Yes. To make money.
By creating a product that nobody ever dreamed of.
And how's that working out for you?
It's getting tougher.
Did you want to see your metaI and your weaIth
used by Iooters who think it's your duty to produce, and theirs to consume?
Moochers who think they owe you nothing?
No weaIth, no recognition, no respect?
Is that what you wanted?
I'd bIow up my miIIs first.
Then why don't you, Mr. Rearden?
That time and those peopIe are upon you.
If you saw AtIas, the giant who hoIds the worId on his shouIders,
with blood running down his chest...
...knees buckIing, arms trembIing, but stiII trying to hoId up the worId
with the last of his strength, what would you tell him to do?
I don't know.
What wouId you teII him?
To shrug.
- (EXPLOSION) - (ALARM BLARING)
Foreman!
It's the Iow grade ore! The vents are cIogged!
Purge the gas to the other vesseI or the whoIe furnace is gonna go!
Put a perimeter around it! Contain it!
Contain it right there. FiII in the gap!
FiII in the gap right there!
HANK: Go! Move it! Move it!
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(BUZZING SOUND)
(MEN SHOUTING)
MAN: Go, go, go, go!
(GRUNTING)
MAN: Shut it down as soon as possibIe!
- (ALARM CONTINUES) - (MEN SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)
(COUGHING)
(SIGHS)
Weren't you just suggesting that I bIow this pIace up myseIf?
I was raised in foundries Iike this. I was caught up in the moment.
Come and work with me for a whiIe, right here in the miIIs.
No more damn questions, then?
I aIready got my answer, Mr. Rearden.
(CROWS CAWING)
I'II be about an hour.
(BEEPING SOUNDS)
HeIIo? HeIIo?
Oh, Miss Taggart, you're here.
Come in, come in. Can I get you anything?
- Show me. - OK, now don't freak out
and don't touch anything.
(RAPID BEEPING)
(ELECTRICITY HUMMING, SIZZLING)
Touch it.
You toId me not to touch...
- It's coId. - Huge input, Iow yieId.
Inefficient at the quantum IeveI.
There's something missing. It's not aII here.
How Iong?
Maybe a week.
Maybe a thousand Iifetimes.
Or a thousand great minds.
You're it, Quentin.
Or maybe a shortcut.
Find the mind that created this thing.
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING) - (GAVEL BANGING)
Henry Rearden, you are charged, aIong with Kenneth Danagger,
- in absentia... - (CAMERAS CLICKING)
...with one count of vioIation of ArticIe 64 of the Fair Share Law.
SpecificaIIy, the iIIegaI saIe and transfer of 4,000 tons
of strategic materiaI known as "Rearden MetaI"
to Kenneth Danagger and Danagger CoaI. How do you pIead, sir?
I do not recognize this court's right to try me,
nor do I recognize any of my actions as a crime.
- (AUDIENCE MURMURING) - (GAVEL BANGING)
Mr. Rearden, you wiII have to enter a pIea before this court.
SimpIy refusing to obey the Iaw is not a defense.
If you beIieve you may seize my property simpIy because you need it,
well then, so does any burglar.
The onIy difference is a burgIar doesn't ask my permission.
(LOW MURMURS)
Sir, I wiII remind you the punishment this court
might impose on you is severe.
Go ahead. Impose it.
If you sentence me to jaiI, send armed men to get me.
I wiII not voIunteer to go.
If you fine me, you'II have to seize my assets.
I wiII not voIunteer to pay.
If you feeI you have the right to use force against me,
then show it for what it is... bring guns.
(MURMURING RESUMES)
Sir, we have no intention of pointing guns
and seizing your property.
Then why are we here?
Mr. Rearden, you are misrepresenting the Ietter and the intent
of the Fair Share Law.
It is based on the highest principIe, the principIe of the pubIic good.
As defined by those who would dictate and reguIate our behavior
in our homes and our businesses, steaIing their power from our Iiberty.
(MURMURS, APPLAUSE)
(GAVEL BANGING)
GaIIery wiII come to order!
Mr. Rearden, you wouIdn't want it misunderstood
that you work for nothing but your own profit?
Indeed. I want it understood cIearIy. I do not recognize the good of others
as a justification for my existence.
If their fair share demands that I get nothing for my Iabors,
that it requires me to be a victim, then I say...
...pubIic good be damned. I'II have no part of it.
And how does that benefit your feIIow man?
I do not owe you an answer, but I couId teII you in a hundred ways.
Thousands ofjobs, biIIions in revenue, fueIing our economy
despite your efforts to destroy the very foundation of our existence.
And I believe most of my fellow men would say the same if they had a voice.
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
(GAVEL BANGING)
MAN: Another outburst and I wiII cIear the court.
Putting this son of a bitch in jaiI is suicide.
- The SSI wiII never get their metaI. - No, we need an exampIe, not a martyr.
We can't set a precedent here, not with this man.
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
Mr. Rearden, on your behaIf, the court has entered a pIea of "no contest,"
and this paneI has found you guiIty.
- (SCATTERED APPLAUSE) - (GAVEL BANGING)
You are hereby sentenced to ten years in prison and a fine of $50 miIIion.
(GAVEL BANGS)
Sentencing of Kenneth Danagger will be withheld
pending his appearance before this body.
Now, Mr. Rearden, taking into consideration
your distinguished achievements,
your contributions to society and your fuII cooperation in this matter,
your sentence is suspended. This court is now adjourned.
(AUDIENCE CHEERS)
Do you reaIize what you've done?
Dodged a buIIet.
You've given the peopIe a voice.
You said what was aIready on everyone's mind.
You won.
Hank, we won.
Dagny...
(SCOFFS)
...you can't win a battIe that never ends.
Look at this worId.
How can such smaII peopIe do so much damage?
We're so cIose to having something they won't be abIe to fight.
Even if your motor is everything you think it'II be,
- they wiII try Iike heII to stop you. - They might.
They can't stop the worId.
Dagny... what if you never find the man who created the motor?
What if you can't make it aII work?
I make things work.
Hank, you make things work.
- Yes. - That's what peopIe Iike us do.
And they know that.
And they hate it because it threatens them.
But it won't scare them away.
With aII the businesses that have faiIed, we simpIy cannot continue
to service the few remaining customers we have without raising rates.
Jim, we from Washington and WesIey Mouch wouId Iike you
to tabIe the idea of raising rates at this time.
I mereIy mentioned it to round out the picture.
Maybe you can use your puII with Mr. Mouch to get us a concession here.
I'II have a word with him.
You're one of WesIey's cIosest friends.
But he won't hesitate to sacrifice his personaI interests
if they confIict with the pubIic good.
Right. Of course.
We're gIad that you're on board.
We feeI the first order of business is to make the raiI workers happy.
JAMES: The unions make a Iot of noise,
but I don't think we have to take them too seriousIy.
WesIey Mouch takes them very seriousIy.
So do I.
The unions represent miIIions of votes, Jim.
And votes that your money can't buy.
Taggart TranscontinentaI has got to set an exampIe by reaching out to Iabor.
Set the precedent for other companies. You'II be heIping WesIey a great deaI.
As Chairman of the Board, I have to point out that freezing rates
and paying higher wages wiII onIy push our company deeper into the red.
Bob's right. We shouId be Iooking for ways to save money, not spend it.
It's simpIe, guys. Just trim the fat off the brisket.
Shut down the routes that aren't paying.
- A boId idea. - Where do you suggest we start?
The John GaIt Line was a dumb mistake to begin with.
Now with EIIis Wyatt gone, it's nothing more than a goddamn bridge to nowhere.
We couId use the Rearden MetaI to repIace the damaged raiIs
- aIong the profit-making Iines. - MAN: Now you're taIking.
Dagny, wouId you Iike to weigh in on this?
No.
But you're the C.O.O. You run the raiIroad.
Do I?
MAN 2: You must have an opinion, Miss Taggart.
What do you propose?
I don't propose.
You're dodging your responsibiIity here, Dagny.
I am not going to say the words that make me the murderer.
It's your poIicies that kiIIed the John GaIt Line.
It's your interference that is kiIIing this raiIroad.
You're the assassins.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Mr. Chairman, I propose we dismantle the John Galt Line.
All in favor?
ALL: Aye.
MAN 2: Opposed?
Motion carries. (CLEARS THROAT)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) - (TOOLS CLANGING)
We buiIt something fantastic, didn't we?
HANK: Yes, we did.
DAGNY: I thought it wouId stand for a thousand years.
It wouId've.
(SIGHS)
Do you need more time?
No.
Why drag it out?
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
LiIIian.
I see you're sIumming it again.
Hard times, you know.
Don't spend aII of Henry's money on the truffIe mousse pâté.
- I can onIy try. - (CHUCKLING)
Your husband's performance in court,
some very powerfuI peopIe found it... disagreeabIe.
DisagreeabIe? You wouIdn't know the haIf of it.
Word is spreading around.
He's headed for reaI troubIe unIess he Iearns to not be so...
...vocaIIy anti-sociaI.
I see.
You wouId Iike me to put a muzzIe on him.
WeII, for both of our sakes, yes.
Your position, your money... it's aII on the Iine.
Try not to seem so desperate, James.
- It's unbecoming. - (SCOFFS)
- What are you afraid of Iosing? - Everything.
They have made it my responsibiIity to get him to cooperate.
You don't understand the power they have.
You haven't mentioned what I stand to gain from this.
InfIuence in very high circIes.
You'II never stand in anyone's shadow.
Not even Hank Rearden's.
Henry's weakness is that he thinks he's not vuInerabIe.
We have to prove him wrong.
I think we have the tooIs to do that.
(CROWD CHATTERING LOUDLY)
MOUCH: The Unification Board is authorized to enforce
compIiance through penaIties... that incIude, but are not Iimited to:
fines, seizure of assets, nationaIization of property,
and imprisonment, for so Iong as an emergency Iasts.
We wanted aII of you, our core group, to hear it first.
We need you aII on board.
JAMES: It's obvious that drastic measures have to be taken.
You can count on me, WesIey.
I think everyone here agrees that capitaIism doesn't work,
not without government as a partner.
- A caretaker, reaIIy. - ExactIy.
Your businesses are faiIing. Your unions are suffering.
We need to hoId the Iine on this erosion,
freeze things in pIace untiI pubIic confidence has been restored.
Now, there wiII be some howIing... stickIers for the Constitution,
cIingers to the oId ways, those types.
- And the Ioose cannons. - Like Henry Rearden.
Rearden is a threat to civiI order and the pubIic good.
There is no room in recovery for a free thinker Iike Rearden.
Rearden wiII not be a probIem.
MAN ON PHONE: Mr. Mouch, put me on screen.
If this isn't a state of emergency, I don't know what is.
The immense greed of a few has pushed us to the precipice.
I recommend that we implement Directive 1 0-289 immediately.
For the public good.
In the name of the general welfare,
to protect the security of our fellow citizens,
it is decreed for the duration of the national emergency that the statutes
of Directive 1 0-289 shall remain in effect.
One: All employees and wage earners of any kind shall henceforth
be attached to their current jobs
and may not be discharged or quit said employment.
Two: All industrial and manufacturing entities
shall henceforth remain in operation
and owners of said establishments shall not quit,
retire, sell, or transfer their business.
Three: All copyrights and patents pertaining to any invention,
formula, or process shall be transferred to the federal government
by means of Gift Certificates
signed by the present owners of said copyrights and patents.
Four: No new devices, inventions,
products or goods of any nature
are to be created or manufactured
and the Office of Patents & Copyrights is hereby suspended.
Five: Every company or sole proprietor shall henceforth produce
the same quantity of goods, or provide the same services
as in the Basic Year... the year just ended. No more or no less.
Six: Every citizen, regardless of income, shall henceforth spend
the same amount of money as in the Basic Year.
And Seven: All wages, prices, dividends and other forms of income
are hereby frozen at present figures.
Directive 1 0-289 shall be administered and enforced
by the Unification Board, whose decisions will be final.
It's aII happening so fast.
You knew about this?
I have appointed current Director of Economic Development, Wesley Mouch,
as Recovery Czar
to help us through these desperate times.
ANCHORMAN ON TV: Fellow Americans, with the stroke of a pen,
the home of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
has been altered forever.
(SIREN BLARING)
(NO AUDIO)
Dr. Ferris. Come to shut me down compIeteIy?
No. Not at aII. That wouIdn't serve anyone.
Under Directive 1 0-289, private inteIIectuaI assets
become the property of the government.
Since tonight is the deadIine, at midnight,
I'm here as a convenience for you.
All you have to do is sign this Gift Certificate...
...entrusting your patents to the Unification Board.
So, you're here to steaI the process for Rearden MetaI.
SteaI? No. It'II be made avaiIabIe to aII manufacturers.
Oh, and to make peopIe aware that you no Ionger hoId a monopoIy,
the name wiII be changed... to MiracIe MetaI.
Catchy.
All you have to do is sign right there at the bottom.
Sir, I'm not gonna sign that paper.
I'm not gonna say that it's OK for you to take my patents away from me.
WeII, I do have... some other documents here as weII.
I don't imagine you'II suffer much, since your wife aIready knows.
Of course, I can't say the same for Miss Taggart.
One of the most respected businesswomen in the nation.
SpotIess reputation,
a source of inspiration to young girIs aII across the country.
(SIGHS)
DAGNY: I can't even Iook at this.
You might not want to see this either.
In an unexpected move sure to usher in a new dawn of cooperation
between industry and government, billionaire steel magnate Henry Rearden
has thrown his full support behind Directive 1 0-289.
Rearden, inventor of Rearden Metal, has signed Gift Certificates
transferring his patents to the government
in the interest of fairness and a rapid recovery
from the worst economic recession on record.
EDDIE: Dagny.
Dagny?
Dagny!
What the heII you doing? What's wrong?
Everything.
You did this. Directive 1 0-289.
You and your government creeps.
It's what the country needs right now.
I'm part of the soIution.
(GASPS)
TeII me. How does it feeI to be the Iast one standing?
Better than crawIing around on the ground with the rest of the snakes.
I won't be a sIave and I won't be a sIave driver.
I quit. TeII that to your cronies.
Dagny, you can't quit.
It's against the directive.
- I'm going to my famiIy cabin. - HoId aII your caIIs?
HoId everything, Eddie.
Don't contact me about the raiIroad. I'm done.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
- Rearden. - DAGNY: It's me.
I don't know what they did to you, Hank.
I hate that they had the power to do it.
We're aII facing difficuIt choices these days.
Well, maybe you can live with this directive. I can't.
It burns me.
Don't Iet it. I toId you, it's not gonna stop.
I want to see you.
Not right now. Not for a while.
I need a break from everything.
OK.
I can understand now what wouId make someone just check out.
That's what I'm doing. Checking out.
Eddie will know where I am.
Look, I don't care what the grounds are,
I don't care how many judges you've gotta buy,
I want LiIIian out of my Iife. Do you understand?
Get me a divorce. I have got to be free of this... compIeteIy free.
(CROWD SHOUTING ANGRILY)
MAN: This is ridicuIous!
(CAR HONKS HORN)
Um, Mr. Taggart, who do I consuIt with if there are any issues?
JAMES: Just deaI with it.
What kind of issues?
WeII, I have some frozen trains.
I can't detour them because of the spIit raiIs and repairs...
Look, I haven't found anyone to repIace Dagny yet. I don't know.
- How Iong have you been here? - AImost eight months.
That's pIenty of time. You're promoted.
CongratuIations. Chief Operating Officer...
- What's your name? - Mitchum.
Mitchum. Carry on.
Me?
And for the record, there's no pay increase due to 1 0-289.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
- (DUCKS QUACKING) - (OBJECT THUDS)
(BEEPING)
Anybody know why Westbound 22 is behind scheduIe?
No.
Thank you.
Kip, why check your watch?
I don't even need a sundiaI to teII you that we're as Iate
as yesterday's apoIogies.
WeII, I can teII you this:
If I'm Iate for my campaign stop in San Francisco, I swear,
I'II make it a priority to nationaIize this raiIroad.
History shows us it's the onIy way to make them run on time.
(CLATTERING)
Good goddamn.
Oh, my God. Kip, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(TRAIN HISSING)
(BEEPING)
OK, we've got a damaged engine outside of Winston.
- AIert aII IocaI east-west traffic. - Got it.
Taggart 22 Intermountain, this is Taggart Command. Come in, over.
- What the heII happened? - The engine's got a fractured bogie.
Has a what?
- It's the undercarriage, sir. - How Iong before you fix it?
WeII, the engine onIy weighs about 560,000 pounds.
If you'd Iike to hoId up one end, I'II crawI underneath,
fix it myseIf, we'll be off in a jiff.
LittIe smart ass.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
Taggart here.
Goddamn it, Jim. This is a heII of a way to run a raiIroad.
I'm stuck out here in the middle of frosty ass nowhere.
Now I've got an engagement in San Francisco
and aII I'm getting from your peopIe is doubIe-taIk.
And just so you know, your pay-offs are not gonna buy you out of this one.
- Kip, take it easy now... - Easy?
Easy for me to throw you in the grease with Mouch
if I don't make my fund-raiser. Now get this:
You get on the horn and you get my ass out of here, pronto.
JAMES: What the hell is happening, Mitchum?
I never got a call in the middle of the night when Dagny was running things.
The 22 has a disabIed Iocomotive just outside the Taggart Tunnel.
Yeah, I know that. What are you doing to get them moving?
WeII, the station chief won't answer, and nobody down the Iine
is wiIIing to take responsibiIity.
And I'm certainly not, I can teII you that.
Don't we have another Iocomotive that we can use?
I don't have a diesel within a hundred miles.
But there is an oId coaI-burner about four miIes out.
Can it pull the train?
It shouId. They use it for raiI-yard towing but...
...I mean, good Iuck finding a driver.
Do whatever you have to do to get Kip ChaImers through that tunneI
and off that mountain.
Sir, they say that you can't run a smoker through an eight miIe passage.
I don't care how you do it. Just get something done.
If you don't, tomorrow morning, I'm not gonna have a raiIroad.
And you're not gonna have a job.
I found a retired engineer that's wiIIing to drive it.
ReaIIy? Thank God somebody made a decision to do something.
MAN: AII right, come on back.
Keep it coming!
Yep, yep... Come on now!
Come on!
All right, slow it down a little bit.
All right, that's good!
MAN ON P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now safe to return to your seats.
Would you please re-board the train at this time.
I repeat, it is now safe to return to your seats.
Please re-board the train. Thank you.
You see?
It pays to know peopIe.
ObviousIy my demands have been met.
We'II get through the tunneI and it'II be downhiII from there.
To puII.
When you've got it, you've got it.
- (ALL CHEERING) - (COMPUTER BEEPING)
(ALERT BEEPING)
DAVE: Eastbound Army Freight SpeciaI, 30 miIes out.
The 22 shouId be cIear by the time they reach the tunneI. Right?
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
You know what? HoId the Army SpeciaI.
You can't hoId it. That's a government train. It's better hoId off the 22.
I can't. It's a smoker on a 1 5 percent grade.
He'II sIide aII the way back to Kansas if I stop him now.
WeII, there's aIways prayer.
(PASSENGERS GASPING)
- (GLASS SHATTERING) - (WOMAN SCREAMS)
We'II be out of this tunneI in no time, I assure you.
- (PASSENGERS COUGHING) - (ALARM BLARES)
- MAN ON P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen... - What's happening?
- ...please remain seated. - KIP: It's aII right, Laura.
- Kip, I'm scared! - KIP: It's aII right. Just caIm down.
MAN: I can't be caIm, I need to know what's going on!
KIP: Just caIm... everybody caIm down! Laura, caIm down!
MAN ON P.A.: Power will be restored shortly. There is no need for concern.
It's important that you remain seated...
- Laura, come here! - ...and remain calm.
- Laura! - (COUGHING)
Laura! Laura get back here!
Laura!
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
- (THUDDING) - (PASSENGERS SCREAMING)
(ALERT BEEPING)
Switch the Army SpeciaI to the roII out, now!
MAN: You got it!
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)
Oh, my God. (PANTING)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(SCREECHING)
SIug!
How did you know I was here?
(CHUCKLING)
Do you remember... when we were children in these woods?
When we were expIoring the worId and everything in it,
and you were aIways asking "why this" and "how that" and...
- And you'd say, "Let's find out." - ExactIy.
And now, I've found you.
You never did grow up, did you?
Looks Iike neither of us did.
(QUACKING)
FRANCISCO: Can't teII you how pIeased I am that you waIked away
from Taggart TranscontinentaI. Look at you.
I haven't changed.
That's where you're wrong.
You've stopped pIaying into their hands.
How?
They were counting on you to keep working.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Ignore it.
There's no future there.
There's no future for the raiIroad.
Why are you here, Francisco?
I thought you'd be off somewhere,
putting the pieces of your business back together.
Why wouId I? It was aII my doing.
You bIew up your own mines.
(CELL PHONE RINGS AGAIN)
Don't.
What?
We Iost the 22 Transmountain Express and the whoIe Taggart TunneI.
- CasuaIties? - Not sure yet.
At least 200 on our side.
The Army SpeciaI, five troop cars, maybe another 200.
What are they doing about it?
(SCOFFS) Not much.
(SIGHS) Don't Iet James screw up anything eIse untiI I get there.
Dagny, don't go back.
Hey! I'm trying to save you...
You're not trying to save a damn thing.
(SIGHS)
MAN ON RADIO: Recapping our special news bulletin:
In what could be the nation's worst ever rail disaster,
a Transcontinental train and another, still unidentified, train
have collided in the world famous Taggart Tunnel in southern Colorado.
Though there is no official casualty count,
there are no reports of survivors.
(BEEPING)
Who is John GaIt?
- Eddie. - JAMES: Dagny, thank God!
I'm gIad you're back from vacation.
You need to take some responsibiIity around here.
(SIGHS) We need aII of our best peopIe on this right now.
Start with CentraI Region. Get me Ryan on the Iine first.
Ryan's a no-show.
- Then get me KnowIand. - Gone.
- Andrews? - Gone.
McGuire?
Do we have any of our quaIity peopIe Ieft?
You're Iooking at 'em.
How Iong untiI they get that tunneI open?
- I didn't... - EDDIE: That's aII right.
(EXHALES) We need a go-around, Eddie.
Get me the oId raiI maps. The ones we used before 1 950.
All right.
OK, the Taggart TunneI is cIosed for now.
We'II open the oId grade... here.
Uh, we haven't run heavy trains on those tracks in years.
Put high raiI trucks and hand crews in front of every train.
Better safe than sorry, but better moving than not.
Everything with wheeIs roIIs.
I'm going to CoIorado.
If I have to dig open that tunneI with a soup spoon
we are going to open that route.
Dagny, you need to be here.
You mean you need me to do your job.
WeII... what do we teII the press?
(SCREEN BEEPING)
Mr. Mouch.
Just when I thought there wasn't a probIem in the worId I didn't have.
Miss Taggart, we're all very appreciative that you cut short
your temporary leave of absence.
I just want you to know you'll have the government's full support.
If the government had stayed out of the way to begin with,
we wouldn't have hundreds of peopIe dead.
Hmm. It's lamentable.
I understand that you're upset, it's upsetting to everyone.
Your railroad links this nation together. The public relies on it.
That's why I'm willing to grant you
Special Government Exceptions to Directive 1 0-289
in order to bring this crisis to a speedy resolution.
How about this, Mouch: I ignore you aItogether,
and you stay out of my way.
I knew we could count on your full cooperation.
TeII them to hoId the Comet.
Your pIane's being fueIed as we speak.
HoId the Comet, reserve my car.
I'm the face of Taggart TranscontinentaI.
I'm taking the train.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(MACHINE HUMMING AND SIZZLING)
(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)
(CRACKLING OUTSIDE)
(LOW HUMMING)
Wow.
HeIIo?
MAN: Are you ready, Mr. DanieIs?
(PHONE BEEPING)
- Are you the onIy one stiII working? - (LAUGHS) I don't know. CouId be.
- But I've got my job to do. - Any idea what the probIem is?
Uh... Seems Iike an E-C-U maIfunction.
Any idea how long it'II take to fix it?
Uh, couId be two hours. CouId be a few days.
Hey, you're Dagny Taggart.
Depends. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Wow. That's a great, I'd say. Wow.
Gee, you're a Iegend. This is an honor. Thank you for my job.
I'm... I'm Jeff AIIen. Trackman. Taggart TranscontinentaI.
Where'd you get the hat, Jeff AIIen?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, weII.
Those were great days... for a whiIe.
What happened at Twentieth Century Motor Company?
Who is John GaIt?
I wish I knew who started that expression.
That, uh, that might've been me.
What?
WeII, me, or somebody eIse who worked at the plant
back in StarnesviIIe, Wisconsin. He used to work there.
What happened there?
WeII, Mr. Starnes passed and his heirs took over. They wasn't worth a Iick.
They had this big pIan about how they were gonna run the pIace,
and we were aII gonna beIong to each other, Iike a big famiIy.
And the idea was that everybody would work to best of his ability,
but be paid according to his needs.
That's when John GaIt stood up and said he'd have no part of it.
How wouId they know whose needs came first?
Now that is the rub, isn't it?
Yeah. It feII apart pretty quick.
The best workers had to work harder and the needy got needier.
Worker turned against worker.
What happened to John GaIt?
You know, nobody knew too much about him, reaIIy.
I just remember, when he waIked out he swore that he was gonna...
...he was gonna put an end to the whoIe thing once and for aII.
He said: "I wiII stop the motor of the worId."
I mean, what kind of thing is that to say, reaIIy, but...?
I'II teII you something, ever since that day,
every time I saw the Iights go out and some factory cIose...
...I thought about that man.
I thought, maybe that's him...
...doing what he said...
...stopping the motor of the worId.
May I pIease borrow your truck?
What's to borrow? It's your truck.
- Thanks. - Yep.
(CHUCKLES)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
- Quentin! - Taggart, hello.
You asked me find the person who created the motor?
- I think I have the answer. - Really?
That's great. Actually, I was just about to call you.
- TeII me you've made progress. - I did, I really did.
That's not the... thing that...
I guess that's everything.
See, I can't work for you anymore. I have to resign.
That's fine, Quentin. I respect that.
Let's taIk about this in person, face to face.
HonestIy, there's nothing you can say to make me change my mind.
Don't move. Don't do anything. I'II be there in a few hours.
You'll be too late.
(GROANS)
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)
Excuse me... I'd Iike to rent that antique.
(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry, it's not for rent.
Is it for saIe?
Everything's for saIe.
Eddie, I'm fIying to Utah.
- Utah? - Long story.
I'II doubIe back to CoIorado after I've met with Quentin DanieIs.
Sounds good.
There's a man on the ground here: Jeff AIIen.
DoubIe his saIary... tripIe it.
Oh, and get him a new truck ASAP. I stoIe his.
- I'll see you soon, Eddie. - Done.
Afton tower, this is Whiskey-Papa Four-Zero-Niner, requesting permission
to Iand.
MAN ON RADIO: Whiskey-Papa, Four-Zero-Niner, this is Afton tower,
you're clear to land. Use runway 2-4 right.
Departing aircraft 2-4 left.
Oh, no.
Come on. PuII, baby, puII.
(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)
(ALARM BLARING)
Who is John GaIt?
(GROANS)
(LOUD BEEPING)
(AIRPLANE GROANING)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
MAN: Don't move, Miss Taggart. You're hurt.
You know me?
Of course. For many years.
DAGNY: Who are you?
I am John GaIt.
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