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Talvez essa seja uma das cenas mais emblemáticas do cinema. E se você gosta de teorias de conspiração aqui vai encontrar a base de um monte delas.

He leads HOWARD down the steps to the floor level,
himself ascends again to the small stage and the podium.
HOWARD sits in one of the 200 odd seats.  JENSEN pushes
a button, and the enormous drapes slowly fall, slicing
away layers of light until the vast room is utterly
dark.  Then, the little pinspots at each of the desks,
including the one behind which HOWARD is seated, pop on,
creating a miniature Milky Way effect.  A shaft of white
LIGHT shoots out from the rear of the room, spotting
JENSEN on the podium, a sun of its own little galaxy.
Behind him, the shadowed white of the lecture screen.
JENSEN suddenly wheels to his audience of one and roars
out:

  JENSEN
 You have meddled with the primal
 forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I
 won't have it, is that clear?!  You
 think you have merely stopped a
 business deal -- that is not the
 case!  The Arabs have taken billions
 of dollars out of this country, and
 now they must put it back.  It is
 ebb and flow, tidal gravity, it is
 ecological balance!  You are an old
 man who thinks in terms of nations
 and peoples.  There are no nations!
 There are no peoples!  There are no
 Russians.  There are no Arabs!
 There are no third worlds!  There is
 no West!  There is only one holistic
 system of systems, one vast and
 immane, interwoven, interacting,
 multi-variate, multi-national
 dominion of dollars! petro-dollars,
 electro-dollars, multi-dollars!,
 Reichmarks, rubles, rin, pounds and
 shekels!  It is the international
 system of currency that determines
 the totality of life on this planet!
 That is the natural order of things
 today!  That is the atomic,
 subatomic and galactic structure of
 things today!  And you have meddled
 with the primal forces of nature,
 and you will atone!  Am I getting
 through to you, Mr. Beale?
  (pause)
 You get up on your little twenty-
 one inch screen, and howl about
 America and democracy.  There is no
 America.  There is no democracy.
 There is only IBM and ITT and A T
 and T and Dupont, Dow, Union Carbide
 and Exxon.  Those are the nations of
 the world today.  What do you think
 the Russians talk about in their
 councils of state -- Karl Marx?
 They pull out their linear
 programming charts, statistical
 decision theories and minimax
 solutions and compute the price-cost
 probabilities of their transactions
 and investments just like we do.  We
 no longer live in a world of nations
 and ideologies, Mr. Beale.  The
 world is a college of corporations,
 inexorably deter- mined by the
 immutable by-laws of business.  The
 world is a business, Mr. Beale!  It
 has been since man crawled out of
 the slime, and our children, Mr.
 Beale, will live to see that perfect
 world in which there is no war and
 famine, oppression and brutality --
 one vast and ecumenical holding

 company, for whom all men will work
 to serve a common profit, in which
 all men will hold a share of stock,
 all necessities provided, all
 anxieties tranquilized, all boredom
 amused.  And I have chosen you to
 preach this evangel, Mr. Beale.

  HOWARD
  (humble whisper)
 Why me?

  JENSEN
 Because you're on television, dummy.
 Sixty million people watch you
 every night of the week, Monday
 through Friday.

HOWARD slowly rises from the blackness of his seat so
that he is lit only by the ethereal diffusion of light
shooting out from the rear of the room.  He stares at
JENSEN spotted on the podium, transfixed.

  HOWARD
 I have seen the face of God!

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