Your LennyMask is Running

If Your Reality is a delusion, then Delusion is your Reality. 

Based on the Marvel Comics by Chris Claremont and Bill Sienkiewicz, LEGION is The Story of “David Haller” (Dan Stevens), a Man who believed himself to be schizophrenic only to discover that he may actually be

 The Most Powerful Mutant 

The World Has Ever Seen.

VERGER

Clarice Starling : 

How did he end up 

at Your House?

Mason Verger : 

I invited him of course... 

to my pied-à-terre. 

I came to the door in my 

nicest come-hither outfit. 

I was concerned... that 

he'd be afraid of me. 

But he didn't seem to be.
Afraid of me. That's 

almost funny now.

Mason Verger : 

I showed him my toys, my noose 

set-up, among other things - 

it's where you sort of hang yourself, 

but not really -- It feels good 

while you, uh... well, you know. 

Anyway, he said "Mason,"...

Hannibal Lecter : 

Mason, would you 

like a popper?

Mason Verger : 

And I said, "WOULD I..?! Oh WOW! 

Once that kicked in I was flying... 

He said "Mason, Show Me How You Smile 

to gain The Confidence of A Child." 

I smiled, and he said 

"Oh, I see How You Do It."

[In flashback, Mason kicks 

out a full-length mirror] 

Mason Verger : 

The good Doctor approached me with 

a piece of broken mirror. "Try this,"

Hannibal Lecter : 

Try peeling off your face...

Mason Verger : 

"... and feeding it to the dogs."

[In the flashback, Mason does so, 

still laughing hysterically] 

Hannibal Lecter : 

No, I can still see it. 

Try again! No, 

I'm afraid not...

Mason Verger : 

That's entertainment!

[dissolve to The Present] 

Mason Verger : 

Ah, it seemed like 

a good idea at the time.

MASON VERGER :

 Cordell, to you, does that look like a wave 

‘Goodbye’, or ‘Hello’? 

So, What Do You Think? 

Does Lecter wanna fuck her, 

or kill her, or eat her, or what? 

CORDELL: 

Probably all three, 

though I wouldn't wanna 

predict in what order. 

[VERGER CHUCKLES] 

VERGER :

Here's What I Think — 

No matter how Barney might wanna romanticise it, 

or make it 

"Beauty and the Beast" -- 

Lecter's Object, 

as I know from personal experience, 

has always been 

degradation and suffering. 

Yes, but She is A Policeman —

You are a Pig.

As was Richard of Gloucester —Swine.

She’s a bold and plucky chaste and righteous  champion-protector of The Weak and defender of The Innocent —

You’re a cruel and boastful sado-masochistic  billionaire pervert and Rapist of Children —

Mason Verger doesn’t seem to understand how that makes the two of them any different as people in Lecter’s eyes...

Cordell, get this damn thing off me, 

I can't breathe in this thing. 

He comes in 

The Guise of A Mentor, 

as he did with me, and her, 

but it's distress that excites him. 

To draw him, she needs to be distressed. 

To make her attractive to him, 

let him see her distressed. 

Let The Damage He Sees suggest 

The Damage He Could Do. 

[ No, that’s not him, that’s you. ]

[SMACKING LIPS] 

[SLURPS] 

When The Fox hears The Rabbit scream, 

he comes a-running —

But not to help. 

KRENDLER: 

I don't understand. 

VERGER OVER PHONE: 

Well, there's nothing to understand, Paul. 

All you have to understand is 

What it's Worth to You. 

KRENDLER: 

No, no. 

I don't understand why she didn't turn this over. 

I mean, she's such a Straight Arrow. 

VERGER :

She didn't turn it over, 

Because she didn't receive it. 

She didn't receive it, 

Because it was never sent. 

It was never sent, 

Because Lecter didn't write it. 

He didn't write it, 

Because I did. 

KRENDLER: 

Oh! 

[LAUGHING]

VERGER :

So, what do you think? 

KRENDLER: 

I think you'd have been better off 

if you never got her out of 

Trouble in the first place. 

VERGER :

Oh, woulda, shoulda, coulda. 

I meant what do you think 

about The Money? 

KRENDLER: 

....Five. 

[LAUGHS] 

VERGER :

Oh, let's just toss it off, like, 

"Five." 

Let's Say it with 

The Respect it Deserves. 

KRENDLER: 

[ENUNCIATING] 

$500,000. 

VERGER :

That's better, but not much.

And will it work?

KRENDLER: 

It'll work.

It won't be pretty.

VERGER :

What ever is?

 

[CHUCKLES]

[DIAL TONE DRONING] 

Cocksucker

World War-Z

Most people don’t believe something can happen until it already has. 

That’s not stupidity or weakness, that’s just human nature.

“And this is where I directly benefited from the unique circumstances of our precarious security. In October of 1973, when the Arab sneak attack almost drove us into the Mediterranean, we had all the intelligence in front of us, all the warning signs, and we had simply “dropped the ball.” We never considered the possibility of an all-out, coordinated, conventional assault from several nations, certainly not on our holiest of holidays. Call it stagnation, call it rigidity, call it an unforgivable herd mentality. 

Imagine a group of people all staring at writing on a wall, everyone congratulating one another on reading the words correctly. 

But behind that group is a mirror whose image shows the writing’s true message. No one looks at the mirror. 

No one thinks it’s necessary. Well, after almost allowing the Arabs to finish what Hitler started, we realized that not only was that mirror image necessary, but it must forever be our national policy. 

From 1973 onward, if nine intelligence analysts came to the same conclusion, it was the duty of the tenth to disagree. No matter how unlikely or far-fetched a possibility might be, one must always dig deeper. If a neighbor’s nuclear power plant might be used to make weapons-grade plutonium, you dig; if a dictator was rumored to be building a cannon so big it could fire anthrax shells across whole countries, you dig; and if there was even the slightest chance that dead bodies were being reanimated as ravenous killing machines, you dig and dig until you strike the absolute truth.”

But didn’t the plague originate in China? 

It did, as well as did one of the greatest single Maskirovkas in the history of modern espionage. I’m sorry? It was deception, a fake out. 

The PRC knew they were already our numberone surveillance target. They knew they could never hide the existence of their nationwide “Health and Safety” sweeps. They realized that the best way to mask what they were doing was to hide it in plain sight. Instead of lying about the sweeps themselves, they just lied about what they were sweeping for. 

The dissident crackdown? 

Bigger, the whole Taiwan Strait incident: the victory of the Taiwan National Independence Party, the assassination of the PRC defense minister, the buildup, the war threats, the demonstrations and subsequent crackdowns were all engineered by the Ministry of State Security and all of it was to divert the world’s eye from the real danger growing within China. 

And it worked! Every shred of intel we had on the PRC, the sudden disappearances, the mass executions, the curfews, the reserve call-ups— everything could easily be explained as standard ChiCom procedure. 

In fact, it worked so well, we were so convinced that World War III was about to break out in the Taiwan Strait, that we diverted other intel assets from countries where undead outbreaks were just starting to unfold. The Chinese were that good. And we were that bad. It wasn’t the Agency’s finest hour. We were still reeling from the purges . . . 

You mean the reforms? 

No, I mean the purges, because that’s what they were. When Joe Stalin either shot or imprisoned his best military commanders, he wasn’t doing half as much damage to his national security as what that administration did to us with their “reforms.” 

The last brushfire war was a debacle and guess who took the fall. We’d been ordered to justify a political agenda, then when that agenda became a political liability, those who’d originally given the order now stood back with the crowd and pointed the finger at us. 

“Who told us we should go to war in the first place? Who mixed us up in all this mess? The CIA!” 

We couldn’t defend ourselves without violating national security. We had to just sit there and take it. And what was the result? Brain drain. Why stick around and be the victim of a political witch hunt when you could escape to the private sector: a fatter paycheck, decent hours, and maybe, just maybe, a little respect and appreciation by the people you work for. 

We lost a lot of good men and women, a lot of experience, initiative, and priceless analytical reasoning. All we were left with were the dregs, a bunch of brownnosing, myopic eunuchs. 

But that couldn’t have been everyone. 

No, of course not. There were some of us who stayed because we actually believed in what we were doing. We weren’t in this for money or working conditions, or even the occasional pat on the back. We were in this because we wanted to serve our country. We wanted to keep our people safe. But even with ideals like that there comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero. 

So you knew what was really happening. 

No . . .no . . .I couldn’t. There was no way to confirm 

. . . But you had suspicions. 

I had .. . doubts. 

Could you be more specific? 

No, I’m sorry. But I can say that I broached the subject a number of times to my coworkers. 

What happened? 

The answer was always the same, “Your funeral.” 

And was it? 

[Nods.] I spoke to . . . someone in a position of authority . . . just a fiveminute meeting, expressing some concerns. He thanked me for coming in and told me he’d look into it right away. The next day I received transfer orders: Buenos Aires, effective immediately. 

Did you ever hear of the Warmbrunn-Knight report? 

Sure now, but back then . . . the copy that was originally hand delivered by Paul Knight himself, the one marked “Eyes Only” for the director . . . it was found at the bottom of the desk of a clerk in the San Antonio field office of the FBI, three years after the Great Panic. It turned out to be academic because right after I was transferred, Israel went public with its statement of “Voluntary Quarantine.” Suddenly the time for advanced warning was over. 

The facts were out; it was now a question of who would believe them.

Do you understand economics? I mean big-time, prewar, global capitalism. Do you get how it worked? I don’t, and anyone who says they do is full of shit. There are no rules, no scientific absolutes. You win, you lose, it’s a total crapshoot. The only rule that ever made sense to me I learned from a history, not an economics, professor at Wharton. 

“Fear,” he used to say, “fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe.” That blew me away. 

“Turn on the TV,” he’d say. “What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products.” 

Fuckin’ A, was he right. Fear of aging, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of failure. Fear is the most basic emotion we have. Fear is primal. Fear sells. That was my mantra. “Fear sells.” 

When I first heard about the outbreaks, back when it was still called African rabies, I saw the opportunity of a lifetime. I’ll never forget that first report, the Cape Town outbreak, only ten minutes of actual reporting then a full hour of speculating about what would happen if the virus ever made it to America. God bless the news. I hit speed dial thirty seconds later. 

I met with some of my nearest and dearest. They’d all seen the same report. I was the first one to come up with a workable pitch: a vaccine, a real vaccine for rabies. Thank God there is no cure for rabies. A cure would make people buy it only if they thought they were infected. But a vaccine! That’s preventative! People will keep taking that as long as they’re afraid it’s out there! We had plenty of contacts in the biomed industry, with plenty more up on the Hill and Penn Ave. We could have a working proto in less than a month and a proposal written up within a couple of days. By the eighteenth hole, it was handshakes all around. 

What about the FDA? 

Please, are you serious? Back then the FDA was one of the most underfunded, mismanaged organizations in the country. I think they were still high-fiving over getting Red No. 2 out of M&Ms. Plus, this was one of the most business-friendly administrations in American history. J. P. Morgan and John D. Rockefeller were getting wood from beyond the grave for this guy in the White House. His staff didn’t even bother to read our cost assessment report. I think they were already looking for a magic bullet. They railroaded it through the FDA in two months. Remember the speech the prez made before Congress, how it had been tested in Europe for some time and the only thing holding it up was our own “bloated bureaucracy”? 

Remember the whole thing about “people don’t need big government, they need big protection, and they need it big-time!” Jesus Christmas, I think half the country creamed their pants at that. How high did his approval rating go that night, 60 percent, 70? I just know that it jacked our IPO 389 percent on the first day! Suck on that, Baidu dot-com! 

And you didn’t know if it would work? 

We knew it would work against rabies, and that’s what they said it was, right, just some weird strain of jungle rabies. 

Who said that?

 You know, “they,” like, the UN or the . . . somebody. That’s what everyone ended up calling it, right, “African rabies.” 

Was it ever tested on an actual victim? 

Why? People used to take flu shots all the time, never knowing if it was for the right strain. Why was this any different? 

But the damage . . . 

Who thought it was going to go that far? You know how many disease scares there used to be. Jesus, you’d think the Black Death was sweeping the globe every three months or so . . . ebola, SARS, avian flu. You know how many people made money on those scares? Shit, I made my first million on useless antiradiation pills during the dirty bomb scares. 

But if someone discovered . . . 

Discovered what? We never lied, you understand? They told us it was rabies, so we made a vaccine for rabies. We said it had been tested in Europe, and the drugs it was based on had been tested in Europe. Technically, we never lied. Technically, we never did anything wrong. 

But if someone discovered that it wasn’t rabies . . . 

Who was going to blow the whistle? The medical profession? We made sure it was a prescription drug so doctors stood just as much to lose as us. Who else? The FDA who let it pass? The congressmen who all voted for its acceptance? The surgeon general? The White House? This was a win-win situation! Everyone got to be heroes, everyone got to make money. Six months after Phalanx hit the market, you started getting all these cheaper, knockoff brands, all solid sellers as well as the other ancillary stuff like home air purifiers. 

But the virus wasn’t airborne. 

It didn’t matter! It still had the same brand name! “From the Makers of . . .” All I had to say was “May Prevent Some Viral Infections.” That was it! Now I understand why it used to be illegal to shout fire in a crowded theater. People weren’t going to say “Hey, I don’t smell smoke, is there really a fire,” no, they say “Holy shit, there’s a fire! RUN!” [Laughs.] I made money on home purifiers, car purifiers; my biggest seller was this little doodad you wore around your neck when you got on a plane! I don’t know if it even filtered ragweed, but it sold. Things got so good, I started setting up these dummy companies, you know, with plans to build manufacturing facilities all over the country. 

The shares from these dumbos sold almost as much as the real stuff. It wasn’t even the idea of safety anymore, it was the idea of the idea of safety! 

Remember when we started to get our first cases here in the States, that guy in Florida who said he’d been bitten but survived because he was taking Phalanx? OH! 

[He stands, mimes the act of frantic fornication.] 

God freakin’ bless that dumbass, whoever he was. 

But that wasn’t because of Phalanx. Your drug didn’t protect people at all. 

It protected them from their fears. 

That’s all I was selling. Hell, because of Phalanx, the biomed sector started to recover, which, in turn, jump-started the stock market, which then gave the impression of a recovery, which then restored consumer confidence to stimulate an actual recovery! Phalanx hands down ended the recession! I . . . I ended the recession! 

And then? When the outbreaks became more serious, and the press finally reported that there was no wonder drug? 

Pre-fucking cisely! That’s the alpha cunt who should be shot, what’s her name, who first broke that story! Look what she did! Pulled the fuckin’ rug right out from under us all! She caused the spiral! She caused the Great Panic! 

And you take no personal responsibility? 

For what? For making a little fuckin’ cash . . . well, not a little [giggles]. All I did was what any of us are ever supposed to do. I chased my dream, and I got my slice. You wanna blame someone, blame whoever first called it rabies, or who knew it wasn’t rabies and gave us the green light anyway. 

Shit, you wanna blame someone, why not start with all the sheep who forked over their greenbacks without bothering to do a little responsible research. 

I never held a gun to their heads. They made the choice themselves. They’re the bad guys, not me. I never directly hurt anybody, and if anybody was too stupid to get themselves hurt, boo-fuckin-hoo. Of course . . . If there’s a hell . . . [giggles as he talks] . . . I don’t want to think about how many of those dumb shits might be waiting for me. I just hope they don’t want a refund.

“And hey, what about pushing Phalanx right through the FDA? 

But Phalanx didn’t work. 

Yeah, and do you know how long it would have taken to invent one that did? 

Look how much time and money had been put into cancer research, or AIDS. Do you want to be the man who tells the American people that he’s diverting funds from either one of those for some new disease that most people haven’t even heard of? Look at what we’ve put into research during and after the war, and we still don’t have a cure or a vaccine. 

We knew Phalanx was a placebo, and we were grateful for it. It calmed people down and let us do our job. 

What, you would have rather we told people the truth? That it wasn’t a new strain of rabies but a mysterious uber-plague that reanimated the dead? 

Can you imagine the panic that would have happened: the protest, the riots, the billions in damage to private property?

She's Filled with Secrets

As a Jewel of Gold in a swine's snout, 
so is a fair woman which is without discretion.

Hamlet, There are Things You Don't Know.

Unexplored Territory

Uncharted Space

Secrets.

Mother Gemma Knows The Truth. 

Mother Gemma Knows Every Truth, 

Behind Every Lie, 

Inside Every Secret. 

She's The Gatekeeper."

The Queen : 

Have you seen how the hens in

the yard peck at each other?

Each choosing the one just weaker.

Why do the ladies peck at you?

Ophelia :

I'm not noble, My Lady.

The Queen : 

Did you know I was not raised at court?

My sister and I were sent as girls to a convent in France.

But even there, there were hens

and they pecked.

Ophelia :

Even the nuns?

The Queen :

But I had my sister to defend me.

The mask was closing on his face. The wire brushed his cheek. And then--no, it was not relief, only hope, a tiny fragment of hope. Too late, perhaps too late. But he had suddenly understood that in the whole world there was just ONE person to whom he could transfer his punishment--ONE body that he could thrust between himself and the rats. And he was shouting frantically, over and over.

'Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! 

Not me! Julia! 

I don't care what you do to her. 

Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. 

Not me! Julia! Not me!'

He was falling backwards, into enormous depths, away from the rats. He was still strapped in the chair, but he had fallen through the floor, through the walls of the building, through the earth, through the oceans, through the atmosphere, into outer space, into the gulfs between the stars--always away, away, away from the rats. He was light years distant, but O'Brien was still standing at his side. There was still the cold touch of wire against his cheek. But through the darkness that enveloped him he heard another metallic click, and knew that the cage door had clicked shut and not open.

The Secret of The Ancient Order of The Whills

222 INT. POLIS MASSA-

OBSERVATION DOME-NIGHT

On the isolated asteroid of Polis Massa, YODA meditates.

YODA: 

Failed to stop the Sith Lord, I have. 

Still much to learn, there is ...

QUI -GON: (V.O.) 

Patience. You will have time. 

I did not.

When I became one with the Force I made a great discovery. 

With my training, you will be able to merge with The Force at will. 

Your physical self will fade away, but you will still retain your consciousness. 

You will become more powerful than any Sith.

YODA :

Eternal consciousness.

QUI-GON: (V.O.) 

The ability to defy oblivion can be achieved, but only for oneself. 

It was accomplished by a Shaman of the Whills. 

It is a state acquired through compassion, not greed.

YODA :

. . . to become one with The Force, and influence still have . . . 

A power greater than all, it is.

QUI-GON: (V.O.) 

You will learn to let go of everything. 

No attachment, no thought of self. 

No physical self.

YODA: 

A great Jedi Master, you have become, Qui-Gon Jinn. 

Your apprentice I gratefully become.

YODA thinks about this for a minute, then BAIL ORGANA enters the room and breaks his meditation.

BAIL ORGANA: 
Excuse me, Master Yoda. 
Obi-Wan Kenobi has made contact.

223 EXT. MUSTAFAR-LANDING PLATFORM-DAY

The CLONES have placed ANAKIN in a medical capsule. They float the wounded Sith Lord into the belly of the IMPERIAL CRUISER. 
DARTH SIDIOUS follows the capsule into the ship. 
The ship takes off.

224 EXT. POLIS MASSA-LANDING PLATFORM-NIGHT

OBI-WAN lands the Naboo Cruiser on the landing platform of the isolated post of Polis Massa. 

YODA and BAIL ORGANA, along with a FEW GROUND CREW, are waiting as the ramp lowers and OBI-WAN emerges, carrying the unconscious PADME in his arms, followed by ARTOO and THREEPIO.

BAIL ORGANA: 

We'll take her to the medical center, quickly.

225 EXT. LANDING PLATFORM-CORUSCANT-IMPERIAL REHAB CENTER-DAY

The shuttle lands. 
DARTH SIDIOUS and CLONE TROOPERS leave the shuttle. 
ANAKIN's body is carried along in a floating medical capsule.

226 INT. POLIS MASSA-MEDICAL CENTER-NIGHT

POLIS MEDICS work, on PADME in an operating theater. 
OBI-WAN and one of the MEDICAL DROIDS enter an observation room where BAIL and YODA are waiting.

MEDICAL DROID :

Medically, she is completely healthy. 

For reasons we can't explain, we are losing her.

OBI-WAN :

She's dying?

MEDICAL DROID :

We don't know why. 

She has lost the will to live. 

We need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.

BAIL ORGANA :

Babies??!!

MEDICAL DROID :

She's carrying twins.

YODA :

Save them, we must. 

They are Our Last Hope.

The MEDICAL DROID rushes back to the operating room. 

ARTOO and THREEPIO watch, greatly puzzled. 

ARTOO BEEPS.

C-3PO :

It s some kind of reproductive process, I think.

227 INT. CORUSCANT-IMPERIAL REHAB CENTER-DAY

ANAKIN, in the medical capsule, is lifted onto a table in the Rehab Center. 

DROIDS go to work on him. 
ANAKIN has new legs and a new arm.

228 INT. POLIS MASSA-MEDICAL CENTER-NIGHT

The TWINS are being delivered as BAIL ORGANA, YODA, ARTOO, and THREEPIO watch. 

OBI-WAN is in the operating theater with PADME. 

He takes her hand.

OBI-WAN: 

Don't give up, Padme.

PADME winces from the pain. 

The MEDICAL DROID is holding the BABY.

MEDICAL DROID: 

It's a boy.

PADME: 

Luke . . .

PADME can only offer up a faint smile. 

She struggles to touch the baby on the forehead.

MEDICAL DROID :

... and a girl.

PADME :

. . . Leia.

R2-D2, THREEPIO and BAIL ORGANA watch from an adjoining space.

229 INT. CORUSCANT-IMPERIAL REHAB CENTER-DAY

VADER, dressed in his black body armor, lies on the table. 

Nose plugs are inserted and the mask drops from above, sealing tightly. 

The helmet is fitted and VADER begins breathing.

230 INT. POLIS MASSA-MEDICAL CENTER-NIGHT

OBI WAN leans over PADME and softly speaks to her.

OBI-WAN:

 You have twins, Padme 
They need you . . . hang on.

PADME: 

I can't . . .

PADME winces again and takes OBI-WAN's hand. 

She is holding Anakin's japor snippet.

OBI-WAN:

Save your energy.

PADME: 

Obi-Wan . . . there . . . is good in him. 

I know there is ... still . . .

A last gasp, and she dies. 
Obi-Wan studies the necklace.

231 INT. CORUSCANT-IMPERIAL REHAB CENTER-DAY

DARTH SIDIOUS hovers around the periphery of a group of MEDICAL DROIDS who are working on ANAKIN. 

DARTH SIDIOUS paces in the foreground. 

A DROID approaches the Dark Lord.

MEDICAL DROID :

My Lord, the construction is finished ... he lives.

DARTH SIDIOUS :

Good. Good.

The DROID moves back to the table where DARTH VADER lies. The table begins to move upright. 
DARTH SIDIOUS moves in next to DARTH VADER.

DARTH SIDIOUS: (continuing)
 Lord Vader, can you hear me?

DARTH VADER, with his dark mask and helmet, moves up into the frame until he is in a CLOSEUP.

DARTH VADER: 

Yes, My Master.

DARTH VADER looks around the room.

DARTH VADER: (continuing) 
Where is Padme? 

Is she safe, is she all right?

DARTH SIDIOUS moves closer to the half droid/half man.

DARTH SIDIOUS: 

I'm afraid she died. ... 

it seems in your anger, you killed her.

A LOW GROAN emanates from Vader's mask. 

Suddenly everything in the room begins to implode, including some of the DROIDS.

DARTH VADER: 

I couldn't have! She was alive! 

I felt her! She was alive! 

It's impossible! No!!!

VADER SCREAMS, breaks his bonds to the table, and steps forward, waving his hands, causing objects to fly around the room. 

SIDIOUS deflects the objects, but some of the DROIDS aren't so lucky. 

VADER'S PAINFUL SCREAMS echo throughout the Center.

232 EXT. NABOO-ALDERAAN STARCRUISER

BAIL ORGANA's Starcruiser approaches the city of Theed.

233 INT. ALDERAAN CRUISER-CONFERENCE ROOM

BAIL ORGANA, YODA, and OBI-WAN sit around a conference table.

YODA: 

Pregnant, she must still appear. Hidden, safe, the children must be kept.

OBI-WAN: 

We must take them somewhere the Sith will not sense their presence.

YODA: 

Split up, they should be.

BAIL ORGANA: 

My wife and I will take the girl. 

We've always talked of adopting a baby girl. 

She will be loved with us.

OBI-WAN: 

And what of the boy?

YODA: 

To Tatooine. 

To his family, send him.

OBI-WAN: 

I will take the child and watch over him. 

Master Yoda, do you think Anakin's twins will be able to defeat Darth Sidious?

YODA: 

Strong the Force runs, in the Skywalker line. 

Hope, we can . . . Done, it is. 

Until the time is right, disappear we will.

BAIL leaves the conference room. 

YODA stops OBI-WAN.

YODA: (continuing) 

Master Kenobi, wait a moment. In your solitude on Tatooine, training I have for you.

OBI-WAN: 
Training??

YODA: 

An old friend has learned the path to immortality.

OBI-WAN: 

Who?

YODA: 

One who has returned from the netherworld of the Force to train me . . . your old Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.

OBI-WAN: 

Qui-Gon? But, how could he accomplish this?

YODA: 

The secret of the Ancient Order of the Whills, he studied. 

How to commune with him. 

I will teach you.

OBI-WAN: 

I will be able to talk with him?

YODA: 

How to join The Force, he will train you. 

Your consciousness you will retain, when one with the Force. 
Even your physical self, perhaps.

It’s Not Just You

“This is Why Clowns are Good —because they show that The Image is not a fact, but it’s a reflex of some kind.

And when you think everything is just that way, The Trickster comes in and it all blows apart, and you get The Becoming Thing again.”

HINDLE: Silence! I need time to think. 

TODD: What will Sanders say? 

HINDLE: Silence! 

TODD: Doctor, tell him. 

HINDLE: Sanders will not return. 

TODD: I hope for your sake he does. 

HINDLE: Why should he? The others didn't. 

I wish to announce the strategy for the defence of The Dome, implementation immediate. 

We will raze to the ground and sterilise an area of forest some fifty miles radius. 

Objective, the creation of a cordon sanitaire around the dome. Method of implementation, fire and acid. Acid and fire. 

TODD: This is insane. There is no danger. 

DOCTOR: And then? 

HINDLE: And then we will wait for rescue. 

The mother ship. 

TODD: Mother ship doesn't return for six seasons. 

HINDLE: We'll be patient. 

TODD: Doctor, tell him. 

DOCTOR: What are you defending the dome against? 

HINDLE: Against out there. The trees, plants. 

DOCTOR: Oh, I see. 

HINDLE: Yes? 

DOCTOR: Well, perhaps if we could define the exact nature of the threat posed by the trees 

HINDLE: I've told you. Seeds, spores and things. 

Everywhere. Getting hold, rooting, thrusting, branching, blocking out the light. 

DOCTOR: Yes, but I-

HINDLE: Don't you see! 

DOCTOR: Nearly, nearly, nearly. I thought that the Kinda -

HINDLE: No, the Kinda are not important. They're just the servants. 

DOCTOR: Of? 

HINDLE: Of the plants. The plants feed them. Did you know that? Then return, that's why. That's why. 

DOCTOR: Why do you think the plants are hostile? 

(The Kinda raise their weapons and move forward.) 

HINDLE: Because they are. 

[Forest]

(Todd stops by some shrubs.) 

TODD: 

Doctor, there's something following us. 

DOCTOR: 

Nonsense. 

(He walks on, then a twig snaps.) 

DOCTOR: 

There's something FOLLOWING us....!!

TODD: 

Come out from there, whatever you are. 

(Someone holds out a figure like the jack-in-the-box. Todd goes to there and the person leaps out from the other side of the shrubs. It wears a mask just like the one in the dome, and holds the doll, then ducks out of sight again.) 

DOCTOR: 

Look. 

(A group of Kinda arrive.) 

TODD: 

So many of them. They normally only associate in groups of three or four. 

(The masked figure jumps out again between them and the Kinda.) 

TODD: 

Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 

Culturally non-hostile, didn't you say? 

(The figure removes his mask. He's the Trickster or village jester. He tries to step forward, but mimes that his right foot is stuck to the ground. When he pulls it free, he jumps forward to land at the Doctor's feet. The Doctor helps him up, smiling. The Trickster moves his hand in front of his face, changing his expression from neutral to scowl and back again.) 

DOCTOR: 

Yes, we take the point, don't we. 

TODD: 

Yes, the clown stroke jester's a familiar figure, anthropologically speaking. 

He diffuses a potential source of conflict through mockery and ridicule, don't you. 

(Trickster nods while his marotte shakes its head. Then he points at the Doctor.) 

TODD: 

Your turn. 

DOCTOR: 

Er, well, I don't really see what I could, er. 

Wait a minute. 

(The Doctor holds up his coin, puts his hands behind his back then brings them back for the Trickster to choose. Both hands turn out empty. The Doctor produces the coin from the Trickster's ear. The Kinda applaud.) 

DOCTOR: 

It's all quite simple, really. 

Just a, just a matter of practice. 

Your turn.