And Knowing is The Entire Battle

I, I’ve Been Watching You —

Do You Know Me? 

Do You Know What I Am? 

Do You Want to Know My Name? 

Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, 

you're not ready for The Big Moments. 

No one asks for their Life to change, not really. 

But it does. 

So what are we, helpless? 

Puppets? No. 

The Big Moments are gonna come. 

You can't help that. 

It's what you do afterwards that counts. 

That's when you find out 

Who You Are. 

 You'll see what I mean.

That Monologue saved My Life.

A Lot.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

I don't know how to speak to you,

I don't know how...

[KNOCK]

What?!

Ooh!

I have good news.

- What?

- Victor's back from Europe.

Really?

Really?! Shit!

Lauren. Wait.

Hey, wait, Lauren.

Oh, my God!

Can't we talk?

No!

Lauren, don't walk... Hey!

I really did try to kill myself...just before I faked it.

Wow. Sean, it's over.

No, it's not!

Yeah, it is. I'm in love with somebody else.

Who?

Victor. It's none of your fucking business!

Fucking... Fucking Victor?

Yeah.

Then why the fuck are you writing me letters?

Wow.

Deal with it, Sean, it's over. 

Rock 'n' roll.

Lauren, I wanna know you.

What does that mean, know me? Know me.

Nobody knows anyone else ever!

You will never, ever know me.

Oh, shit!

You do not know what a drag it is to see you right now!

Um...um...

Yeah...um...

Yeah, you smell really good, but I...

..I don't know who you are.

Victor, shut up, it's me.

Oh...of course.

How are...y-you?

How long have you been here?

Why haven't you called?

This is embarrassing. 

I'm sorry, I don't have the slightest idea who you are right now.

Really, it's...it's totally blank. I...I...

Yeah, it is.

Should I know you?

It's great seeing you, really.

Looks like it's gonna be a cold one.

You know, I find myself talking to you when you're not even around.

Just...carrying on conversations.

I wish you wouldn't tell me shit like that.

But, Sean, I don't...

I don't wanna be with you.

What do you mean? 

No, I just... wanna know you, 

I just wanna know Who You Are.

No one'll ever know anyone.

You're not ever gonna know me.

What the hell does that mean?

It means, Paul, you're not ever gonna know me.

Figure it out. Deal with it.

Fuck you, Bateman.

Fuck you, Bateman!

Fuck you!

***********

He really likes you.

That's great.

Listen, were you putting notes in his box?

Whose box?

I thought you were putting notes in his box.

Purple ones. Love letters.

No, I didn't put notes into anybody's box.

You didn't?

Wrong person.

Wasn't me.

Then there's someone else.

Doesn't matter, anyway.

Not to people like him.

Not to people like us.

[SEAN] 

I started driving faster as I left the college behind.

I didn't know where I was going.

Someplace unoccupied, I hoped.

I thought there were things about her I'd never forget,

but in the end, all I could think about was...

Morgan/Martha

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.

Mr. World

“I’m Proud of The Lawsuit.”

I Am Off to Die With Odin, The Old Bastard.

“Odin

The highest and the oldest of all the gods is Odin.

Odin knows many secrets. He gave an eye for wisdom. More than that, for knowledge of runes, and for power, he sacrificed himself to himself.

He hung from the world-tree, Yggdrasil, hung there for nine nights. His side was pierced by the point of a spear, which wounded him gravely. The winds clutched at him, buffeted his body as it hung. Nothing did he eat for nine days or nine nights, nothing did he drink. He was cold, in agony, and on the point of death when his sacrifice bore dark fruit: in the ecstasy of his agony he looked down, and the runes were revealed to him. He knew them, and understood them and their power. The rope broke then, and he fell, screaming, from the tree.

Now he understood magic. Now the world was his to control.

Odin has many names. He is the All-Father, The Lord of The Slain, The Gallows God. He is the God of Cargoes and of Prisoners. He is called Grimnir and Third. He has different names in every country (for he is worshipped in different forms and in many tongues, but it is always Odin they worship).

He travels from place to place in disguise, to see The World as People see it. When He walks among Us, he does so as a tall man, wearing a cloak and hat.

He has two ravens, whom he calls Huginn and Muninn, which mean “thought” and “memory.” These birds fly back and forth across the world, seeking news and bringing Odin all the Knowledge of Things. They perch on his shoulders and whisper into his ears.

When he sits on his high throne at Hlidskjalf, he observes All Things, wherever they may be. Nothing can be hidden from Him.

He brought War into The World: battles are begun by throwing a spear at the hostile army, dedicating the battle and its deaths to Odin. If you survive in battle, it is with Odin’s grace, and if you fall it is because he has betrayed you.

If you fall bravely in war the Valkyries, beautiful battle-maidens who collect the souls of the noble dead, will take you and bring you to the hall known as Valhalla. He will be waiting for you in Valhalla, and there you will drink and fight and feast and battle, with Odin as your leader.

The Underground Subversive Rebel Sunglasses Cult

”Cannot swords be turned to plowshares? Can we and all nations not live in peace? In our obsession with antagonisms of the moment, we often forget how much unites all the members of humanity. 

Perhaps we need some outside, universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. 

I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside This World. 

And yet, I ask you — 

‘Is not an Alien Force already among us?’

President Ronald Regan

Address to United Nations General Assembly 

21 September 1987

I got a Male, Caucasian

Doesn’t Appear to Be Armed

Wearing Sunglasses