The Game

The Pawn Who is The King :

Guardians pose as prisoners,

but none would be intimidated by me.

The Rook :

They know you're a prisoner?

The Pawn Who is The King :

Only other prisoners would obey me.

The Rook :

So you've found a way to identify.

The Pawn Who is The King :

One has to know who one can rely on.

Second Boy: 

One of the figures in some of the epics, like the "Faerie Queene," is the dwarf who accompanies Una and the Redcrosse Knight where the idea for Angelo Muscat come from?

McGoohan: 

Oh. I don't know. 

Where did that come from?

Second Boy: 

Is there a literary image...

McGoohan: 

No, I certainly never thought of one. 

There were all sorts of interpretations to little Angelo. He's a very sweet man and...a very, very sweet man. 

It's this sort of...there should be something also--sinister about him. 

I mean, there was always the possibility that he might be No. 1. 

See, I don't know if anyone...do you pick up that at all? 

I don't know, but that...because he was such a good friend and always by the side of No. 6, that there was...should have been an implication that perhaps he was a sinister character, and particularly in the last episode, when he goes...he's the one that goes out with No. 6 and they go into the...

Maybe he's over No. 1 somewhere...you know they have so...they have stars, superstars, and what are they gonna call them next? Comets? 

So what...maybe he's a comet or something, little...little Angelo. 

So there should be that remaining sinister thing about it.

White King :

Sir, you play a fine game.

Yes...

White King :

- Shall we walk?

Why not? Lead on.

Why do you use people?

White King :

It satisfies the desire for power

It's the only opportunity here.

White King :

Depends which side you're on.

- I'm on my side.

White King :

Aren't we all?

White King :

You must be new.

Most of us join The Enemy.

White King :

Have you?

- Let's talk about the game.

- Why do both sides look alike?

- How do I know black from white?

- Well?

By their disposition. You soon know who's for you or against you.

I don't follow you.

- It's psychology, as in life - you judge by attitudes.

People don't need uniforms.

Why complicate it?

White King :

To keep your mind alert.

What use is that here?

Let's walk.

Why do you keep your mind alert?

White King :

Now? Hmm... from habit.

Just to defy them.

Too old. Too old.

For what?

White King :

Escape.

- You had a plan?

White King :

Everybody does, but they all fail.

Why?

White King :

It's like The Game. 

You have to distinguish between black and white.

- You're following me.

- Oh!

- When do you plan to escape?

- How do you know I was going to?

- Everybody plans to. I'll help.

- Help who?

I like you. If it's a good plan,

I'll escape with you.

- I've helped people's plans.

- But you're still here.

- None of them succeeded.

- Coincidence(!)

I can tell you what not to try.

- How do I know I can trust you?

- That's a risk you have to take.

Not me.






- What have I done?
- Why did you run?

- I don't know!
- A sign of resistance.

- No!
- The will to escape.

No! I didn't think!

- It was instinctive?
- Y... yes. No! Oh, anything you say.

- Your thoughts interest me.
- What do you mean?

Come with me.

(Panting)

Why should you hide?

How long have you been here?

A month... A year...
Don't you know?

- Do you still hope?
- Hope? To die. Nothing else.

- Death is an escape?
- One day I'll die and beat you all!

- Why were you brought here?
- You don't need to ask.

I'm asking.

I invented a new defence system.

- Go on.
- But I've confessed it all before.

- Try again.
- It would have ensured peace.

- Treason?
- Perhaps.

They let the plans get stolen anyway.

You think that's funny?

Yes. All this to safeguard secrets,

then some fool gets his bag swiped.

- You had nothing to do with it?
- I'd die happy if I had.

I didn't mean that.
Leave me alone!

You still have an independent mind.
There are very few of us left.

You're wrong!

- Us?
- I'm a prisoner, too.

Oh, I've been caught that way before.

- It's a fact.
- Then why the inquisition?

- To make sure you're what I need.
- For what?

We'll talk again.

(Phone)

Yes?

Sir, Number Six is getting
friendly with the Rook.

Switch me into vision.

By my manner,
you assumed I was a guardian.

- That's true.
- I knew you were a prisoner.

Audio.

He should have moved
the King's Knight.

But Bishop takes Knight.

Queen takes Bishop - checkmate.

Seems all right.

You want a watch kept?

Yes...

No. Just a minute.

- Doctor?
- Yes, Number Two?

Are you confident about
the rehabilitation treatment?

On the Rook?
He's now properly integrated.

- You heard that?
- Yes.

The Rook will teach Number Six
there's no point in rebelling.

Guardians pose as prisoners,
but none would be intimidated by me.

- They know you're a prisoner?
- Only other prisoners would obey me.

So you've found a way to identify.

One has to know who one can rely on.

- What is the plan?
- First things first.

Let's find our reliable men.

- I'd like a word with you.
- You'll have to wait.

All right, forget it.

Guardian.

What do you think?

- Something wrong, sir?
- Did you paint this?

Yes. If it's not satisfactory...

- Yes?
- I'll do it again.

No, I'm satisfied. Are you?

- Yes.
- Carry on, 42. We'll be in touch.

Very good, sir.

- Yes, gentlemen?
- We'd like to inspect your books.

- Never been done before!
- There's always a first time.

Well, er, I think you'll find everything in order.

The Enemy Will Never Betray You

“The Unspeakable” is a term Thomas Merton coined at the heart of the sixties after JFK’s assassination—in the midst of the escalating Vietnam War, the nuclear arms race, and the further assassinations of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, and Robert Kennedy. In each of those soul-shaking events Merton sensed an evil whose depth and deceit seemed to go beyond the capacity of words to describe. 

    “One of the awful facts of our age,” Merton wrote in 1965, “is the evidence that [the world] is stricken indeed, stricken to the very core of its being by the presence of the Unspeakable.” The Vietnam War, the race to a global war, and the interlocking murders of John Kennedy, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, and Robert Kennedy were all signs of the Unspeakable. It remains deeply present in our world. As Merton warned, “Those who are at present so eager to be reconciled with the world at any price must take care not to be reconciled with it under this particular aspect: as the nest of the Unspeakable. This is what too few are willing to see.”
    
When we become more deeply human, as Merton understood the process, the wellspring of our compassion moves us to confront the Unspeakable.

—Jim Douglass, JFK and The Unspeakable – Why He Died and Why It Matters, p. xv 

Orbis Books, 2008, (hardcover) Simon & Schuster 2010 (softcover)

4. Thomas Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable (New York: New Directions, 1966), 

X. War and Warriors

By our best enemies we do not want to be spared, nor by those either whom we love from the very heart. So let me tell you the truth! My brethren in war! I love you from the very heart. I am, and was ever, your counterpart. And I am also your best enemy. So let me tell you the truth! I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship. I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! “Uniform” one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide! Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy—for YOUR enemy. And with some of you there is hatred at first sight. Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby! Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars—and the short peace more than the long. You I advise not to work, but to fight. You I advise not to peace, but to victory. Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory! One can only be silent and sit peacefully when one hath arrow and bow; otherwise one prateth and quarrelleth. Let your peace be a victory! Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. War and courage have done more great things than charity. Not your sympathy, but your bravery hath hitherto saved the victims. “What is good?” ye ask. To be brave is good. Let the little girls say: “To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching.” They call you heartless: but your heart is true, and I love the bashfulness of your goodwill. Ye are ashamed of your flow, and others are ashamed of their ebb. Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly! And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness. I know you. In wickedness the haughty man and the weakling meet. But they misunderstand one another. I know you. Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes. Resistance—that is the distinction of the slave. Let your distinction be obedience. Let your commanding itself be obeying! To the good warrior soundeth “thou shalt” pleasanter than “I will.” And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded unto you. Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life! Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me—and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed. So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared! I spare you not, I love you from my very heart, my brethren in war!

—Thus spake Zarathustra.

Hittites

‘The name Zuul refers to a demigod worshipped by the —‘ what’s that word....?

“Hittites”

‘Hittites, Sumerians and Babylonians in Ancient Mesopotamia.

Zuul was the minion of Gozer’

“What’s Gozer?”

Gozer was very big in Ancient Mesopotamia

Well, What’s he doing in my icebox???

Chilling ? What else?

War and Warriors 

By our best enemies we do not want to be spared, nor by those either whom we love from the very heart. 

So let me tell you The Truth! 

My brethren in war! I love you from the very heart. 

I am, and was ever, your counterpart. 

And I am also your Best Enemy. 

So let me tell you The Truth! 

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. 

Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. 

Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! 

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. 

They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship. 

I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! 

“Uniform” one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide! 

Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy—for YOUR enemy. 

And with some of you there is hatred at first sight. 

Your Enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! 

And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby! 

Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars—and the short peace more than the long. 

You I advise not to work, but to fight. 

You I advise not to peace, but to victory. 

Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory! 

One can only be silent and sit peacefully when one hath arrow and bow; otherwise one prateth and quarrelleth. 

Let your peace be a victory! 

Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? 

I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. 

War and courage have done more great things than charity. 

Not your sympathy, but your bravery hath hitherto saved the victims. 

“What is good?” ye ask. 

To be brave is good. 

Let the little girls say: “To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching.” 

They call you heartless: but your heart is True, and I love the bashfulness of your goodwill. 

Ye are ashamed of your flow, and others are ashamed of their ebb. 

Ye are ugly? 

Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly! 

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness. 

I know you. 

In wickedness the haughty man and the weakling meet. 

But they misunderstand one another. 

I know you. 

Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. 

Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes. 

Resistance—that is the distinction of The Slave. 

Let your distinction be obedience. 

Let your commanding itself be obeying! 

To the good warrior soundeth “thou shalt” pleasanter than “I will.” 

And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded unto you. 

Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life! 

Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me—and it is this: Man is something that is to be surpassed. 

So live your life of obedience and of war! 

What matter about long life! 

What warrior wisheth to be spared! 

I spare you not, I love you from my very heart, my brethren in war!

—Thus Spake Zarathustra.

War and Warriors

 [Ypres 1914]

(The Doctor helps the Captain back down the slope to his position opposite the frightened German.)

 

CAPTAIN: 

Thank you. Thank you all. 

You've all been most gracious in the unfortunate circumstances.
 

Old Grandfather : 

I regret, Captain, that The Universe generally fails to be a fairy tale.

GLASS WOMAN: 

When time resumes, you will not remember this. 

A perception filter will also render us invisible.
 

CAPTAIN: 

Yes. One imagines some of those words were attached to actual meanings of some sort. 

One thing you could possibly do for me, 

if you were very kind?
 

Dr. Disco : 

Oh, anything. 

Name it.
 

CAPTAIN: 

My Family. 

Perhaps you could look in on them, from time to time?

Old Grandfather :

We should be delighted. 

What's the name?
 

CAPTAIN: 

Lethbridge-Stewart. 

Captain Archibald Hamish Lethbridge-Stewart.

Old Grandfather : 

I shall make it my business.

Dr. Disco : 

You can trust him on that.

CAPTAIN: 

Thank you so much. 

I believe I am now ready.

(He sits and points his pistol at the German. The Glass Woman vanishes and Time restarts.)

GERMAN SOLDIER: 

Das ist verruckt. Ich will dir nicht wehtun.
(That's crazy. I don't want to hurt you.)

CAPTAIN: 

Cold, isn't it? 

It's about to get colder, I suppose, for one of us.
 

(Fingers tighten on triggers, then -)
 

GERMANS: 

♫ Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht. 

Alles schlaft, einsam wacht. ♫
 

CAPTAIN: 

I say, is that singing?
 

GERMANS: 

♫ hochheilige Paar Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar. 

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh! 

Schlaf in himmlischer ♫
 

CAPTAIN: 

Is that Christmas carols?
 

BRITISH: 

♫ Silent night, holy night. 

All is calm, all is bright. 

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. ♫

CAPTAIN: 

You know, I could swear it's coming from both sides.
 

Dr. Disco : 

If I've got my timings right, and clearly I have, then we should be right at the beginning.
 

(Soldiers come out of their trenches with white flags, still singing.)

Dr. Disco : 

I adjusted the time frame, only by a couple of hours. 

Any other day it wouldn't make any difference, 

but this is Christmas 1914, and a human miracle is about to happen. 

The Christmas Armistice.
 

(The Captain puts his pistol away.)

CAPTAIN: 

Wounded man here!
 

(He blows his whistle and stands up.)
 

CAPTAIN: 

Wounded man here! Wounded man!
 

Dr. Disco : 

It never happened again, any war, anywhere.
 

CAPTAIN: 

I say, wounded man here. 

Wounded man!
 

(Stretcher bearers from both sides go out into no-man's-land.)
 

Dr. Disco : 

But for one day, one Christmas, a very long time ago, 

everyone just put down their weapons, and started to sing. 

Everybody just stopped. 

Everyone was just kind.
 

Old Grandfather : 

You've saved him.
 

Dr. Disco : 

Both of them. 

Never hurts, a couple fewer dead people on the battlefield.
 

Old Grandfather : 

So that's what it means to be a 

Doctor of War.

Dr. Disco : 

You were right, you know. 

The Universe generally fails to be a fairy tale. 

But that's where we come in. 

(The famous football kick-about has started.)
 

SOLDIERS: 

♫ For auld lang syne, my dear. 

For auld lang syne. 

We'll take a cup of kindness yet, 

for auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, my dear. 

For auld lang syne. 

We'll take a cup of kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. ♫

X. War and Warriors 

By our best enemies we do not want to be spared, nor by those either whom we love from the very heart. 

So let me tell you The Truth! 

My brethren in war! I love you from the very heart. 

I am, and was ever, your counterpart. 

And I am also your Best Enemy. 

So let me tell you The Truth! 

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. 

Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. 

Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! 

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. 

They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship. 

I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! 

“Uniform” one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide! 

Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy—for YOUR enemy. 

And with some of you there is hatred at first sight. 

Your Enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! 

And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby! 

Ye shall love peace as a means to new wars—and the short peace more than the long. 

You I advise not to work, but to fight. 

You I advise not to peace, but to victory. 

Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory! 

One can only be silent and sit peacefully when one hath arrow and bow; otherwise one prateth and quarrelleth. 

Let your peace be a victory! 

Ye say it is the good cause which halloweth even war? 

I say unto you: it is the good war which halloweth every cause. 

War and courage have done more great things than charity. 

Not your sympathy, but your bravery hath hitherto saved the victims. 

“What is good?” ye ask. 

To be brave is good. 

Let the little girls say: “To be good is what is pretty, and at the same time touching.” 

They call you heartless: but your heart is True, and I love the bashfulness of your goodwill. 

Ye are ashamed of your flow, and others are ashamed of their ebb. 

Ye are ugly? 

Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly! 

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness. 

I know you. 

In wickedness the haughty man and the weakling meet. 

But they misunderstand one another. 

I know you. 

Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. 

Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes. 

Resistance—that is the distinction of The Slave. 

Let your distinction be obedience. 

Let your commanding itself be obeying! 

To the good warrior soundeth “thou shalt” pleasanter than “I will.” 

And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded unto you. 

Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life! 

Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me—and it is this: Man is something that is to be surpassed. 

So live your life of obedience and of war! 

What matter about long life! 

What warrior wisheth to be spared! 

I spare you not, I love you from my very heart, my brethren in war!

—Thus Spake Zarathustra.

Oh God. We're Gonna Die, Aren't We?

WILLOW
I wanted to tell you. 
But I was so scared…

BUFFY
You can tell me anything, Willow.
I love you. You're my best friend.

WILLOW
Me too. I love you too.

They try to rappel closer to one another, hug. But it doesn't go very well. Instead they wait until they land on top of the elevator - and practically fall into each other's arms.

BUFFY
Let's promise to never not talk again -




WILLOW
I promise. I promise…

Now XANDER, who was following close behind them, lands on the elevator. Before he knows what hit him, Buffy and Willow are all over him with the hugs and kisses.

BUFFY
Xander!

WILLOW
Xander! 
Wonderful Xander!

Xander reacts with confusion - 
then, with mounting anxiety.
 

BUFFY
Xander - you know we love you, right?

WILLOW
We do. 

Totally.

XANDER
Oh god. We're gonna die, aren't we?

WILLOW
No - we just missed you.

The girls squeeze him even more tightly. 

Xander, sandwiched between his two hugging friends, finally goes with it and grins goofily… 

Looks up at the descending Giles.




 

XANDER
(calling up)
Giles, hurry up! 

You definitely want to get down here for this!

 [Klingon bridge]

(An altar of sorts has been set up.)

WORF: 
Jadzia Dax Vond Shoo vwee Dun Mahh kekh HuhKo Vahm Jeh Yin Moj Mah Mukh. Sto-vo-kor Pah Dahkh tin Baht leh el eegh cha yay moj.

(Worf is about to cut his palm when Quark enters.)

QUARK: Quark, son of Keldar. Did I come at a bad time?

O'BRIEN: What's he doing here?

QUARK: Same thing you are. I'm volunteering for this mission.

MARTOK: Why? You're a bartender, not a warrior.

QUARK: True, but I loved Jadzia as much as anyone in this room. With maybe one or two exceptions. And I am willing to pledge my life to see that she gets into Sto-vo-kor.

MARTOK: Perhaps there is some Klingon in you after all.

QUARK: I wouldn't go that far. So why all the cutlery?

MARTOK: We shed our blood to prove we are not frightened of death.

(Martok cuts his palm.)

QUARK: Can't you just take my word for it?

(So Martok cuts Quark's hand for him)

QUARK: Oww! That hurts.

O'BRIEN: It's supposed to hurt.

WORF: YuWee modge. Baht leh modge. Yay Dodge.

(Worf cuts his palm and places it on the bulkhead between the candles.)

[Klingon bridge]

O'BRIEN: Once we're close enough, we can fire an EM pulse at the sun.

QUARK: The sun? I thought we were trying to destroy a shipyard.

O'BRIEN: We are.

QUARK: Do you understand what he's talking about?

BASHIR: Always.

QUARK: Fine, then you explain it.

WORF: We are going to fly toward the molten heart of the sun, so close that our ship will glow like a flaming comet.

BASHIR: Hopefully not that close.

O'BRIEN: Just close enough to trigger a solar plasma ejection. The explosion should be enough to incinerate everything within a hundred million kilometres.

MARTOK: Including the shipyard.

WORF: It will be a glorious firestorm that will illuminate the gates of Sto-vo-kor itself and provide a fitting welcome for Jadzia.

QUARK: The things we do for love. Did you see that?

O'BRIEN: See what?

QUARK: The way he glared at me.

BASHIR: He always glares at you.

QUARK: Well I'm sick of it. We're risking our lives to help Jadzia get into Sto-vo-kor. The very least Worf could do is show us some appreciation. Is it so hard to say thank you?

BASHIR: Thank you.

QUARK: Nice try, Doctor, but I want to hear it from him.

O'BRIEN: Don't do this, Quark.

QUARK: Do what? All I'm asking for is two little words.

WORF: Be quiet.

QUARK: That's two words all right. Just not the two I was hoping for.

WORF: Why should I feel any gratitude toward you? I owe you nothing. You are not here to help Jadzia get into Sto-vo-kor. You are here because you wish to convince yourselves that you were worthy of her. But the truth is, none of you could ever hope to be worthy of her or even understand the kind of woman she was. It is you who should be thanking me, Ferengi, for allowing you to come on this mission and pay honour to her memory.

MARTOK: 
What about me, Worf? 
Would you rather I hadn't come on this mission either?

WORF: 
That is not what I am saying. 
With you, it is different. 
You are a Klingon and Jadzia was a member of your House.

MARTOK: 
And these men were her friends. 
They honour her with their presence.

(The non-Klingons enter.)

QUARK: I don't believe it. Gagh for breakfast, gagh for lunch, gagh for dinner. Am I the only one who thinks Klingon menus need to have more variety?

O'BRIEN: You want to complain about the gagh, that's fine with me. But don't complain about it when we're in the mess hall sitting at a table surrounded by a dozen Klingons.

QUARK: All right, all right, I get the point.

BASHIR: Good.

QUARK: But I'm telling you, I think some of those Klingons agreed with me.

BASHIR: Look, Worf, if this has anything to do with what just happened in the mess hall.

WORF: No, no, it does not.

QUARK: 

What's the matter? 

Come up with a few more insults to throw at us?

WORF: 
I wish to apologize.

QUARK: 

I'm listening.

WORF: I know Jadzia meant a great deal to all of you, and you meant a great deal to her. Many times, when we discussed our day, she would repeat something amusing that you had told her, or describe in endless details the intricacies of some new scheme of yours. She often talked about all of you. It seemed as though that even when we were alone, one of you was always with us.

QUARK: I get it. You were jealous because she liked us better than you.

BASHIR: Quark, would you please keep quiet.

WORF: She was my wife, my par'machkai. I did not like having to share her affections.

O'BRIEN: That's why you didn't want us on this mission with you. You wanted to get her into Sto-vo-kor without our help.

WORF: I wanted it to be my gift to her.

QUARK: Go on.

WORF: There is nothing more to say. Except that I am pleased you're here.

O'BRIEN: 

I have never heard Worf apologise to anyone.

QUARK: 

I don't know about you, but I was hoping for something a little more intriguing.

BASHIR: 

Such as?

QUARK: 

You know, like Jadzia used to call my name out when she slept, or wanted to name her first child after me.