Tris: Say whatever you want to me, Jeanine. But I'm not gonna fight you.
Jeanine: How very Amity of you.
Tris: I mean it. I'm not gonna fight you.
Jeanine: Of course you're not. You're gonna fight her. The one you really hate.
[Tris turns to see herself]
Jeanine: Remarkable. Chances of it being you, of all people. Nearly defies the laws of probability.
Tris: As remarkable as the amount of people you've managed to murder.
Jeanine: Dark times call for extreme measures. You may find it hard to believe, but I am serving the greater good.
Four: I know you think Caleb is your responsibility, but he made his own choice. You can't protect everyone.
Tris: I can't protect anyone.
Four: Nobody can. Him leaving isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. Johanna was right. You have to forgive yourself.
Tris: Thank you.
Tris: What does Jeanine think is in that box, Caleb?
Caleb: It's a message from the Founders. But the box was to be opened only if the Faction System broke down, which is why it requires someone like you to open it. You are living proof that the Divergent problem has grown beyound all control.
Evelyn: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I always loved watching him sleep. I take it you're setting out to Candor in the morning?
Tris: Yeah.
Evelyn: Listen, I only want what's best for him.
Tris: You hardly even know him.
Evelyn: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? But deep
down, I think you're scared I know him all too well.
Tris: I'm not scared.
Evelyn: Of course you are. You're scared he'll finally see you for what you really are. Deadly. You don't believe me? Ask him.
Eric: You think she's safe now? You're wrong.
Eric: [to Tris] Jeanine's never gonna stop searching for you.
Four: Why? What does she want with her? Tell me.
Eric: Look, all I know is she's exactly what Jeanine needs. She's the perfect subject.
[Four cocks his gun]
Eric: Was that
supposed to scare me?
Four: You're responsible for the death of hundreds of people. You know the punishment for that.
Eric: Listen... I've found a way to live with the blood on my hands. But can you?
Jeanine: We are all that is left of humanity. The vast wall that encloses this city may protect us from our toxic surroundings, but it is up to us to confront any element that could poison us from within. Because, when you are civilizations last hope, peace is not merely an ideal. It is an obligation. And it is up to all of us to take a stand against its one true enemy,
Divergents.
[first lines]
Jeanine: Peace. Long ago, before the Founders established this great city of ours, that word was all but meaningless. An ideal as elusive as a dream. Now, 200 years later, we are, all of us, living proof that peace is indeed attainable. The reason for this is, of course, our Faction System. Erudite, Dauntless, Amity, Candor, Abnegation. In dividing people
according to personality and aptitude, we've created a society in which each faction plays a critical role in maintaining the social order. But this harmony we achieved is now under attack from a small but extremely dangerous group of individuals. We call them Divergents. They are, in essence, the worst of what humanity used to be. Rebellious, defiant, and uncontrollable.