The Trial
Missing Scene Shots: Page Three
SCI: Facts. The mathematics of probability.
K: But the questions I asked were...
SCI: interrupting him: I told you. All we can process for you are facts.
K: But I don't have any facts.
SCI: Then what do you expect?...Give her moonshine and all you'll get back is silence...Oh, she can count the stars for you...
K: No thanks.
SCI: It takes a university of physicists sweating for a year to crack a problem which she'll break down in seconds.
K: But my problem seems to be a bit beyond her. The SCIENTIST smiles condescendingly..
SCI: We solve only what you can formulate. Linguistics. Until you're able to state exactly what you mean, you cannot even know what it is you want to know. Questions of law or crime are hopelessly tangled up with so-called "moral values." Conscience, innocence, guilt, good and evil...
K: And that's all moonshine?
SCI: turning towards him: Well...there's nothing in it for us...nothing to chew on... She looks at the electronic brain. She's ready when you are, but not until...She puts her hand on the machine. It is not a familiar gesture but rather one of respect and even a sort of pride. She's just waiting there...waiting...
K: What does it say on this paper?
SCI: I told you...
K: interrupting her: It's in code or something. You didn't translate it for me.
She replies at the same time he speaks but he doesn't hear what she says.
SCI: The usual thing.
K: What? You said it was the crime I'm most likely to commit...
SCI: That's right...Suicide...She moves away.
K: But that's ridiculous! -- ridiculous! He starts to follow her, but she has disappeared.