Divergent

Tris: We're lucky to be in the city.

That the rest of the world was destroyed.

Our founders built the wall to keep us safe

and they divided us into five groups, factions,

to keep the peace.

The smart ones, the ones who value knowledge and logic

are in erudite.

They know everything.

Amity farm the land.

They're all about kindness and harmony, always happy.

Candor value honesty and order.

They tell the truth, even when you wish they wouldn't.

And then there's dauntless.

They're our protectors, our soldiers, our police.

I always thought they were amazing.

Brave, fearless and free.

Some people think dauntless are crazy,

which they kind of are.

Man: Come on, Beatrice.

My faction is abnegation.

The others all call us "stiffs."

We lead a simple life,

selfless, dedicated to helping others.

We even feed the factionless,

the ones who don't fit in anywhere.

Because we're public servants,

we're trusted to run the government.

My father works alongside our leader, Marcus.

It all works. Everyone knows where they belong.

Except for me.

My mother says there's an art to losing yourself.

But I haven't figured it out yet.

I'm supposed to never think of myself,

to always help others.

To never look too long in the mirror.

Are you nervous?

No.

Were you? For your test?

Mmm-mm. No.

I was terrified.

But I didn't have any reason to be and neither do you.

That's all you get.

Rules are rules.

Tris: Today I take the test.

I'm scared it'll tell me I'm not abnegation.

That I have to leave my family.

But I'm even more scared that it will tell me to stay.

For my brother Caleb, it's easy.

Caleb: Let me help you with that.

Tris: He's a natural.

Beatrice, do you wanna get the other bags?

Sorry.

Caleb: What if she'd been blind or an amputee?

Would you have helped her then?

I was thinking about helping her.

Caleb: It's not that hard.

For you, maybe.

Just relax, Beatrice. Take a deep breath and trust the test.

Tris: Trust the test.

Test will tell me who I am, where I belong.

Am I smart?

Kind?

Am I honest?

Selfless?

Or brave?

Hey. So, all the food that we're not getting,

you guys are giving away to the factionless?

Right? Yeah? Yeah.

You're a liar. Why are you lying to me?

Everybody knows you keep it for yourselves.

So why don't you just admit it?

Huh?

I'm talking to you. Are all you stiffs deaf or somethin'? Hey!

Beatrice...

Don't.

One hundred years ago, after the war,

our founders created a system they believed

would prevent future conflict and create lasting peace.

Today, aptitude testing based on your personality

will assign you to one of the factions.

While it is our belief that choosing the faction

indicated by your test is the best way to ensure

success within the faction system,

it is your right tomorrow at the choosing ceremony

to choose any of the five factions,

regardless of your test results.

However, once the choice has been made,

there will be no change permitted.

(Woman on pa speaking indistinctly)

What is it with you abnegation and mirrors?

We reject vanity.

Yeah. I know. Sit down.

I'm Tori. I'll be administering your test.

You'll be offered a series of choices

to test your aptitude for each faction

until you get one result.

I wouldn't sweat it.

95% get the faction of their origin,

and from the looks of you...

What is it?

Bottoms up.

Choose.

Now. Before it's too late.

Why? What will I do with them?

Choose.

Just tell me.

Little girl: Puppy!

Get up.

We're going out the back door before a supervisor comes.

But what was my result? Come on!

What happened?

You're going to tell your family that the serum made you sick

and that I sent you home. All right?

No, but what was my result?

Abnegation.

And erudite. And dauntless.

Dauntless...

Your results were inconclusive.

That's impossible. It doesn't make any sense.

No. Not impossible.

It's just extremely rare.

They call it "divergent."

You can't tell anyone about this. Not even your parents.

As far as the world is concerned,

you received an abnegation result because

that is what I manually entered.

So what am I supposed to do at the choosing ceremony?

I was supposed to learn what to do.

This was supposed to tell me what faction to choose, the test.

We're supposed to trust the test.

The test didn't work on you.

You have to trust yourself.

What happened to you today?

Where did you go after your test?

I got sick, so they sent me home early.

Did you finish your test?

Mmm-hmm.

What was your result?

What was yours?

Andrew: Why did you just leave without telling anybody?

I was sick.

Andrew: Beatrice...

I don't think you understand the level of scrutiny we're under.

They're doing everything they can to discredit us right now.

Who is?

Erudite.

They believe that they should be the governing faction, not us.

So you have to be careful right now, okay?

Even Marcus is under attack.

For what?

It's an old accusation.

That he mistreated his son

and that's why the boy defected.

Is that true? No.

'Course not.

Children defect for all kinds of reasons.

Don't take too long in here. You need a good night's sleep...

For tomorrow.

I, um...

We love you.

Good night.

Natalie: (Softly) I'm so proud of you, honey.

Caleb: Beatrice? What?

Tomorrow when we choose...

You have to think of the family.

Yeah.

But you also have to think of yourself.

(Woman on pa speaking indistinctly in distance)

(Man on pa speaking indistinctly)

Man: (On pa) Factions, please gather in your assigned areas.

Morning, jeanine.

Good morning, Andrew. How is Marcus holding up?

As well as can be expected.

We need to find out who's behind these rumors.

I think we all know who it is.

If it's someone from erudite, I promise I'll find out who.

These are your children.

I don't think I knew they were choosing today.

What's your name? I'm... I'm Caleb.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Jeanine Matthews.

And you are?

This is Beatrice.

Well, you both have a big decision to make today.

I'm sure your parents will support whatever choice you make.

That's not supposed to be a choice.

The test should tell us what to do.

You're still free to choose.

But you don't really want that.

Beatrice...

I want you to choose who you truly are