There are No Shortcuts to Peace

Is Talent about Flow or Grind? 

In this clip, Rory Sutherland unpacks 

The Myth of “effortless genius” — 

from Mozart’s fluency to 

Beethoven’s brute force, and 

Da Vinci’s four-hour 

bursts of brilliance.

He draws a striking line 

between Creative Process 

and Intelligence Strategy, 

showing how the best 

breakthroughs — 

in Art, Advertising 

or Espionage — 

often come OUTSIDE 

of The Process, not 

from within it.

From Tarantino’s poolside scribbles 

to Bletchley Park’s eccentric 

hiring methods, Rory argues that 

Distraction isn’t Procrastination — 

and that forcing Creativity into 

procedural-neatness is a fatal error.

M'Benga is The Butcher of J'Gal + 

He kills Dak'Rah - Star Trek Strange N...

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I've just been informed that my time on the ship

is being cut short. We don't have as much time 

as I had hoped to get to know one another.

M'BENGA:

-- I'm okay with that.

I don't need to know any

more than I already do.

Now... Please Go Away.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I thought that as Victims of

the horrors of J'Gal, that...

M'BENGA:

STOP!

I KNOW why you're here.

You want me to make you feel okay.

To say you've done enough.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

You misunderstand me.

M'BENGA:

Oh, I understand you,

General Dak'Rah, son of Ra'Ul.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

....Perhaps you do.

I sense that We are The Same.

You're letting Your Pain cloud your Judgment.

M'BENGA:

Please.

Leave me alone.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't let hate ruin your soul.

M'BENGA:

You gave The Order!

Anyone not a Klingon

soldier is The Enemy.

You gave the order.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Yes, this is true.

But I've been doing the best I can

to make up for my transgressions.

Kiff didn't fight the hardest.

It was Captain Ruh'lis.

He held me back while

you made your escape.

- [BLADE SLICING, STABBING]

- [GRUNTING]

You turned me into a monster.

I told you I was there.

I am the Butcher of J'Gal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

No — All of this time...

All of this time, you've said nothing.

You let me take credit.

M'BENGA:

Because, unlike you, I

am ashamed of that night.

I am ashamed of my cowardice.

M'BENGA:

I looked for you.

And now here you are,

using the blood on my hands

to make yourself a saint.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

I only wanted Starfleet to trust me.

Look at the work that I've done.

People need saints.

They need belief.

If people knew the truth,

my work would be undone.

Your work is built on lies.

You never paid for what you did.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

When I was at my lowest,

the Federation was there.

I need it, and They need me.

I have a purpose now.

Why did you have to come?

Why couldn't you leave me alone?

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

M'Benga, I'm here to provide healing.

Please, let me have a

chance to help you heal.

M'BENGA:

I said no.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't be stupid.

M'BENGA [GRUNTING]:

You're a war criminal.

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

Don't you see it?

M'BENGA:

Get your hands off!

Ambassador Dak'Rah :

So selfish a human!

M'BENGA:

Don't!

[EXHALES WEAKLY]

I was there.

Saw the whole thing.

Rah wanted to talk, but Joseph was done.

He told Rah he didn't want to

be involved with a war criminal.

Guess hearing that set him off.

I can't believe he would

do something like this.

COMPUTER:

Commander Kiff, Klingon, deceased.

Captain Ruh'lis, Klingon, deceased.

Ambassador Dak'Rah, Klingon, deceased.

The knife belongs to the

Butcher of J'Gal, right?

Starfleet records tell us

the DNA belongs to the

three warlords he k*lled.

And I checked the logs, tracked movements.

They corroborate the timeline.

I'm just shocked

that Rah would attack him like that.

I guess it just goes to show,

no one ever really knows

what goes on in anyone's heart.

♪

Joseph.

La'An's submitting her report.

Uh, there's likely to

be an inquiry, but...

Oh, we've known each other...

- How long?

- Too long to count.

Yeah, I'd like to think,

if you did instigate the fight with Rah,

if it got away from you

somehow, you could talk to me.

I'd be on your side. We'd work it out.

I didn't start the fight, Chris.

This whole situation, it's...

it's complicated.

Is it?

Rah was living a lie.

I saw his true face.

What if I told you he m*rder*d children?

Not his men.

He did it.

What if I started the fight then?

Would that be so bad?

Even if he had secrets,

there's due process.

That's why we have tribunals.

The Diplomatic Corps knew who he was,

and they still let him

represent the Federation.

The Federation believes everyone

deserves a second chance.

What about justice?

What about the victims?

Doesn't everyone deserve

to pay for their actions?

So who decides, hmm?

Who pays and who gets redemption?

Where's the line?

[CHUCKLES] You're right, Chris.

We've known each other

for a very long time,

see eye to eye on most things.

But you haven't lived my life.

You have the privilege

of believing in what's best in people.

Me?

I happen to know there are

some things in this world

that don't deserve forgiveness.

What are you saying?

I told you, I didn't start the fight.

But I'm glad he's dead.

M'BENGA: Chief Medical

Officer's Log, stardate . .

Biobed two is working again.

At least for now.

But I know it's only a matter of time

before it shuts down again.

Some things break in a way

that can never be repaired.

Only managed.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

That's Why it's Been Left up to Me and Me and Me.

Well, I'll Do My Best, 

but I can't make any promises. 

In that case, you'd better consult those 

All-Powerful superiors 

of yours for their advice.

Oh, I don't think that'd 

do any good --

At The Moment They're far 

from being All-Powerful. 

That's why it's been left up 

to Me and Me and Me.

Doctor Who - The Day of the Doctor - 

This time there's three of us

The Moment : 

You wanted a big red button.

(A red, rose-like button stands on 

a stalk above the Moment box.)

The Moment : 

One big bang, No More Time Lords. 

No More Daleks. Are you sure?

The Warrior : 

I was sure when I came in here. 

There is No Other Way.

The Moment : 

You've seen the men you will become.

The Warrior : 

Those men. Extraordinary.

The Moment : 

They were you.

The Warrior : 

No. They are 

The Doctor.

The Moment : 

You're The Doctor, too.

The Warrior : 

No. Great Men are forged in Fire. 

It is the privilege of lesser Men 

to Light The Flame, 

whatever The Cost.

(His hand hesitates over The Button as he

 recalls the sound of children's laughter.)

The Moment : 

You know the sound The TARDIS makes..?

 That wheezing, groaning. 

That sound brings Hope 

wherever it goes.

The Warrior : 

Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

The Moment : 

To anyone who hears it, Doctor. 

Anyone, however lost.

VWORPP! VWORPP! 

(and, in Stereo, as well..!)

VWORPP! VWORPP! 

The Moment : 

Even you.

(Two TARDISes park themselves in The Barn. 

Enter The Doctors and Clara.)

CLARA: 

I told you -- He hasn't done it yet.

The Warrior : 

Go away now, all of you. 

This is for Me.

Perfect-10 : 

These events should be Time-locked. 

We shouldn't even be here.

The Chin : 

So something let us through.

The Moment : 

You clever boys.

The Warrior : 

Go back. Go back to Your Lives. 

Go and Be The Doctor 

that I could never be. 

Make it worthwhile.

Perfect-10 : 

All those years, burying you 

in My Memory.

The Chin : 

Pretending you didn't exist. 

Keeping you A Secret, even from myself.

Perfect-10 : 

Pretending you weren't The Doctor, 

when you were The Doctor 

more than anybody else.

The Chin : 

You were The Doctor on The Day 

it wasn't possible to get it right.

Perfect-10 : 

But this time...

The Chin : 

....You don't have to do it alone.

(They put their hands 

on The Button together.)

The Warrior : 

Thank you.

Perfect-10 : 

What We Do today is not 

out of fear or hatred. 

It is done because 

there is No Other Way.

The Chin : 

And it is done In The Name 

of the many lives we are 

failing to Save.

(He glances over at Clara, 

who shakes her head,

in the corner of his eye.)

The Chin : 

....what? 

What is it? What....?

CLARA: 

Nothing.

The Chin : 

No, it's something. Tell me.

CLARA: 

You told me you wiped out 

Your Own People. I just.... 

I never pictured you 

doing it, that's all.

The Moment :

 Take a closer look.

(It suddenly goes dark.)

CLARA: 

What's happening?

The Warrior : 

Nothing. It's a projection.

The Moment : 

It's The Reality around you.

(They are seeing Gallifrey at War.)

CLARA: 

...These are the people you're going to burn?

Perfect-10 : 

There isn't anything we can do.

The Chin : 

He's right. There isn't another way. 

There never was. Either I 

Destroy My Own People or 

let The Universe burn.

CLARA: 

Look at You. The Three of You. 

The Warrior, The Hero, and You.

The Chin : 

And What am I?

CLARA: 

Have you really forgotten?

The Chin : 

Yes. Maybe, yes.

CLARA: 

We've got enough Warriors. 

Any old idiot can Be a Hero.

The Chin :
Then What Do I Do?

CLARA: 

What you've always done. Be a Doctor. 

You told me The Name You Chose was 

A Promise -- What was The Promise?

(The Fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)

Perfect-10 : 

Never Cruel or Cowardly.

The Warrior : 

Never give up, never give in.

(The images vanish.)

Perfect-10 : 

You're not actually suggesting that we 

change Our Own Personal History?

The Chin : 

We change History all the time. 

I'm suggesting far worse.

The Warrior : 

What, exactly?

The Chin : 

Gentlemen, I have had 

four hundred years to think about 

this -- I've changed My Mind.

(He sonics The Big Red Button 

back into The Moment Box.)

The Warrior : 

There's still a billion billion Daleks 

up there, attacking.

The Chin : 

Yeah, there is. There is.

Perfect-10 : 

But there's something those billion 

billion Daleks don't know.

The Chin : 

Because if they did, they'd probably 

send for reinforcements.

CLARA: 

What? What don't they know?

The Chin : 

This time, there's Three of Us.

The Warrior : 

Oh! Oh, yes, that is good. 

That is brilliant!

Perfect-10 : 

Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too! 

That is brilliant!

The Chin : 

Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking 

about it for centuries.

The Warrior : 

She didn't just show me any old future, 

she showed me exactly 

The Future I needed to see.

The Moment : 

Now you're getting it.

The Chin : 

Eh? Who did?

The Warrior : 

Oh, Bad Wolf girl, 

I could kiss you.

The Moment : 

Yup, that's going to Happen.

Perfect-10 : 

Sorry, did you just say 'Bad Wolf'?

CLARA: 

So what are we doing? 

What's The Plan?

The Warrior : 

The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

Perfect-10 :

 The SkyTrench is holding, 

but What if the whole planet 

just disappeared?

CLARA: 

Tiny bit of an ask.

Perfect-10 : 

The Daleks would be 

firing on each other. 

They'd destroy themselves 

in their own crossfire.

The Warrior : 

Gallifrey would be gone, 

The Daleks would be destroyed, 

and it would look to 

The Rest of The Universe 

as if they'd annihilated each other.

CLARA: 

But where would Gallifrey be?

Perfect-10 : 

Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, 

safe and hidden away.

The Chin : 

Exactly.

The Warrior : 

Like A Painting.

Jack Parsons/Captain Marvel/ Jor-El :

Could be A Warning -- 

To show Us What's 

Going to Happen.

A sort of... remote camera 

view of The Future....

So that We can 

CHANGE it.

Someone Has FINALLY

Shown-up to Tell Us :

I Think it's Time We Stood-up 

for What We ARE.

This is Why I Can't Go Out

Dr. Sam Weizak :

Hello, John. May I come in? 

John The Dreamer :

How did you find me? My father? 

Sam :

Stopped off to see him. 

He said you moved to a new town.

He's worried about you. 

And so am I. 

John the Dreamer :

Don't worry. I'm taking care of myself. It's about time. 

I'm still your doctor. You're still under my care. We have to... well, stay in touch. Well-- How's the, uh-- All healed up now? 

John the Dreamer :

The bullet... went right through me. - 

[ Like he wasn't even there. ]

It's nothing.

Sam

Good. Nice place you have here. 

John the Dreamer :

It's home. 

Those headaches are getting worse, aren't they? 

John the Dreamer :

Three, four times a day sometimes. I brought you some new medication. 

John the Dreamer :

No! No more pills. 

It takes time to recover. The healing process is slow. 

John the Dreamer :

I'm not getting better. I'm getting worse. Isn't that right? 

Sam :

All right. Now listen. I've done some research into the area of psychic phenomena. Several cases, such as yours, have been documented. I was surprised to discover. And the pattern is always the same. As the spells, the visions, grow stronger and more powerful, the body weakens. I don't need any research or documentation to see this thing is sucking the life out of you. One look tells me that. 

John the Dreamer :

You mean I'm going to die? How long? 

Sam :

I think we can arrest the process, reverse it even. 

John the Dreamer :

- How? - 

Sam :

Come back with me. 

John the Dreamer :

- Where? - 

To the clinic. 

John the Dreamer :

No. Absolutely no. 

John, please. You must! 

John the Dreamer :

So you can study me? 

Sam :

No. So I can protect you. 

You need to be in a controlled environment, John. 

John the Dreamer :

I want to show you something.

 Come with me. 

Cards and letters keep pouring in. 

Sam :

What is all this? 

John the Dreamer :

It's People 

People, with lost dogs, lost children, lost lives. 

Sam :

You haven't even opened them. 

John the Dreamer :

I don't have to. 

They all want reassurance, help, love... things I can't give them. 

Father sends it. I let it pile up. 

Why do you keep it? 

John the Dreamer :

This is why I can't go out... 

live my life, why I stay locked up here. 

I'm already living in a controlled environment, Sam. 

Nothing can touch me here. 

I'm alone. 

I'm safe. 

Sorry about that. 

Well, let's go see 

Chris. 

Chris. This is Johnny. 

Remember I said he was coming? 

I'll leave you alone to get acquainted. 

He Leaves - Johnny takes in his surroundings.

The kid continues to draw quietly, without looking up.

Johnny crosses over to the room and begins examining a particularly large, unused Train Set - as he does, he speaks softly in an almost off-hand manner.

John the Dreamer :

Your father wants me to bring you out of your shell. 

I don't know what to do. 

Chris :

You don't have to do anything. 

My dad lives in a shell, not me. 

Let's NOT Kill Hitler

The JUDGE :

If you could go Back in Time, to Germany, 

before Hitler came to Power, 

knowing what you know now, 

Would You Kill Him? 

The PROPHET :

Is that why you sent for me, John, to--

to ask me this, uh... This Question? 

The JUDGE :

I have to talk to you, Sam, 

because -- I've had another episode. 

The PROPHET :

Oh, yes? Go on. 

The JUDGE :

I've been tutoring this boy named Stuart. 

In The Vision, I saw him drown. 

But That's Not The Point. 

In The Vision, something 

was missing. 

The PROPHET :

How -- How do you mean? 

The JUDGE :

It was like...A Blank Spot, 

A Dead Zone. 

The PROPHET :

First of all, Tell Me --

Did The Boy in 

fact drown? 

The JUDGE :

His Father wanted him to play hockey --

I talked him out of it. 

The Boy's Alive. 

The PROPHET :

Ah. Yes. Don't you see --

How clear it is? 

Not only can you see The Future, you can -- 

The JUDGE :

...I can change it. 

The PROPHET :

You can change it, exactly. Here. 

Yes, John. That is your -- 

Your Dead Zone. 

The possibility of... 

of altering the outcome 

of Your Premonitions... 

It's fascinating. Let me make a note. 

The JUDGE :

What about My Question? 

The PROPHET :

Huh? Oh, you mean the one a

bout....about Hitler? 

The JUDGE :

What would you do?

The PROPHET :

Err -- I don't like this, John. 

What are you getting at? 

The JUDGE :

What would you do? 

Would you kill him? 

The PROPHET :

All right. All right --

I'll give you An Answer : 

I'm a Man of Medicine --

 I'm expected to Save Lives 

and ease Suffering....

and I love People. 

Therefore, I would have No Choice --

But to Kill the son of a bitch. 

The JUDGE :

[ whispering under his breath ]

You'd never get away alive. 

The PROPHET :

It doesn't matter -- 

[cheerful]

I would kill him. 

Nasdro via. Skol. 

"Dear Sarah, 

It is a hard letter to write, so I'll make it short. 

I can't go on hiding anymore. 

That's what I've been doing -- running and hiding. 

I had this figured out all wrong. I always thought my power was a curse, but now I can see it 's a gift. 

By the time you get this letter, it'll be all over. 

You never will understand why. 

Nobody ever will, but I know what I'm doing. 

And I know I'm right. 

Just remember there's never been anyone for me except you. 

Just wasn't in the cards for us, I guess. 

I'll always love you, Sarah. 

Johnny."