Salvation

Friends, and Money —

Oil and Water.

Don Michael Corleone

NOAH :

Fire consumes All.

Water Cleanses.

It separates 

The Foul from The Pure.

The Wicked from The Innocent.

and 

That Which Sinks from That Which Rises.

He Destroys All,

but only to start again.

METHUSELAH :

You Sure?

NOAH :

Yes.

The Storm cannot be stopped.

But it can be survived.

Bruce, eh?

Fuck. 

Or would you like me to call you by your little brother's name, Davie, yes?

What? 

Baby brothers, Bruce. 

Such a nuisance. 

But you were supposed to look out for little brother Davie, yes? 

No, no, I wasn't. 

It was your idea to steal the coal though, yes? 

No, that was Davie's idea. 

The added incentive of trying to please Your Father — 

"Let's climb the coal mountain," you said. 

That's it. Just little boys playing games, Doctor. 

The Games, Bruce, 

The Games. 

The same rules apply, though. 

"I'm the king of the castle! 

Get down, you dirty rascal!"

Then you pushed him off.

No, I never. No, I fucking never!

Not an angry push...

No, I didn't. 

...just a brotherly shove. 

Brotherly love, 

a brotherly shove. 

Because wee Davie was better at everything than his Big Brother, 

"The Other Laddie." 

That's what they used to say in The Village: 

"Davie Robertson 

and the other laddie." 

You're still just 

"the other laddie," 

aren't you?

You fuck off!

"Fuck off," you shout, 

as you push him down the slag pile. 

He's at The Bottom, screaming for help, 

as the black stuff rushes down, 

smothering Your Brother underneath.

No, I tried to save him.

Then The Man You Call Father, 

crouching beside the body of His real Son, 

"This thing killed him. 

This bastard spawn of The Devil killed my laddie!”

You are 

FILTH!

No! No!

Again, all that feels to me like the last ferocious attempts at asserting its fading power by the Osiris energy of the last 2000 years, now gone rotten and unsustainable but trying harder to keep everything and everybody under increasingly deranged levels of control in every area of our lives.

Q.) :

What Do You Think is Wrong, Fireman?

A.) : 

Excuse Me, Sir, 

But The Fact is, 

The Coal is Wrong -- 

We're had a poor lot lately, 

and this time it's worse.

With Welsh Coal, 

he'd be A Different Engine.

Henry's Special Coal (RS)

"There really are 

Four Quarters of a Whole. 

And I think that maybe threw some people 

at the beginning of last season, 

and even at the end of last season. 

But I think that you see, as you have seen, 

that they were puzzle pieces, 

Four Puzzle Pieces to A Circle. 

I wanted to tell Mulder's Story — Mulder's Struggle. 

I wanted to tell Scully's Struggle. 

I wanted to tell The Cigarette Smoking Man's Struggle, 

and I wanted to tell William's Struggle. 

For me, The Four Characters 

who are central to The Mythology.