Ian Johnson quotes from Utopia

Wilson

Funny, seeing each other like this. I didn't expect you to be pretty, Becky.

Becky

Thank you, Wilson. I think.

Wilson

Ian, I didn't expect you to be...

Ian

Tall?

Wilson

No, black.

Becky

What do you do?

Ian

Well, think of the least interesting thing you could think of.

Becky

IT. [Ian stares] Oh, no fucking way.

Ian

Way fucking way. I also live with my mum.

Becky

Jesus Christ, you're going to make me cry, Ian. What happened?

Ian

I don't know. I really don't know.

Wilson

[about The Utopia Experiments] Why you into it, then?

Ian

Well, for the artwork. The stories, the sheer... imaginative vision. It's like opening a door into another world. Why diminish it by pretending it's real?

Wilson

It's opening a door, all right, but what you don't realize is that it's opening a door... to reality.

Ian

What does that even mean, Wilson?

Wilson

I don't know, I'm a bit drunk.

Jessica

Ian, you won't be able to shoot me.

Ian

Yeah? Don't imagine I won't, Jess.

Jessica

No, really, you won't be able to shoot me. You've got the safety catch on. [Ian looks at it, Jessica yanks it away] They don't generally have safety catches. Except on telly.

Ian

[as Jessica steals a car] Is this your car?

Jessica

You're so cute.

Ian

He's on our side, isn't he?

Jessica

There are no sides. Just people who help you and people who don't.

Ian

Wilson, I work with computers, I know what I'm...

Wilson

You're an IT consultant, Ian. If I want to know how to make a printer work, I'll let you know.

Ian

All right, I'll tell you what. I'll say it. I like you. There. I said it, it's out. So now you can punch me, or give me a Chinese burn, or just--just kick me in my balls.

Becky

I reckon you'd like that.

Ian

What difference does it make who Mr. Rabbit is?

Milner

There's a story about how he got his name. He was in bed with a criminal underworld in Kwang Dong. But he was playing everyone off against each other. The Russians, CIA, the gangs. So the Americans got fed up, and they let a particularly nasty crime boss know that he was their man. The boss found him, dragged him off the street--right through the middle of a busy office block. They tortured him, and as a lesson to others, the boss carved his own name into this man's stomach. "Rabbit." Ever seen the Chinese character for "rabbit," Ian? Lots of lines, lots of cuts. Somehow he managed to get free and, despite being unarmed, he killed everyone in that room. Then he went back through the office block and killed everyone who'd seen him. By the time he was finished, 265 people on three continents had lost their lives and not a single living person knew his identity. That's who Mr. Rabbit is. He is the beating heart of all this. And if we can find his identity, it ends and you go home.

Becky

Well this is nice. Better than drunk shagging and angry shagging.

Ian

Yeah. The shagging was nice.

Becky

Problem for you, though, is how are you going to get in my knickers without me being drunk or angry?

Ian

Well, I could try telling you that I like you. That I think a lot about your lips, your eyes, your smile. I could tell you that I know you're in the room even before I've seen you. And I could tell you that despite all this madness, murder, mayhem... there's a corner of my soul that feels like I'm coming alive because of you.

Becky

Yeah, well that might do it.

Milner

You lost the manuscript.

Ian

How do you know?

Milner

I'm a spy. It's sort of the point of what I do.

Becky

So she kissed you. On the mouth. Did you kiss her back?

Ian

She held a gun to my head.

Becky

Do you enjoy it? Well, I suppose she's attractive. In a skinny bitch evil murderess kind of way.

Ian

Then you make him disable all relays. Okay?

Michael

And then... what if he doesn't do what I say?

Ian

Hit him with the gun.

Michael

What, like, the fat end?

Ian

Yeah. The fat end.

Ian

Do you think it's actually possible to die of boredom? Because I was just going to staple my own tongue. That's how bored I am. I was going to staple my own fucking tongue in the hope that pain would give me some reprieve from the tedium of IT.

Do you want to talk about it, buddy?

Ian

No. No.

Because self-harm is a key indicator...

Ian

It's not self-harm, okay, Joe? Doing this job is self-harm.

Becky

What the fuck are you doing here?

Ian

I--I've come to find you.

Becky

Why?

Ian

What do you mean, why?

Becky

I mean, why have you come to find me?

Ian

Why do you think?

Becky

I don't know. That's why I'm fucking asking you.

Ian

Jesus, this is not at all going how I imagined it would.