Two Murderers

Richard III | Act 1, Scene 4 

SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY

BRAKENBURY

Why looks your grace so heavily today?

CLARENCE

O, I have pass'd a miserable night,

So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,

That, as I am a Christian faithful man,

I would not spend another such a night,

Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,

So full of dismal terror was the time!

BRAKENBURY

What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.

CLARENCE

Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;

And, in my company, my brother Gloucester;

Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches: thence we looked toward England,

And cited up a thousand fearful times,

During the wars of York and Lancaster

That had befall'n us. As we paced along

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,

Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,

Into the tumbling billows of the main.

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!

What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea:

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,

As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,

Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

BRAKENBURY

Had you such leisure in the time of death

To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?

CLARENCE

Methought I had; and often did I strive

To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood

Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth

To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;

But smother'd it within my panting bulk,

Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

BRAKENBURY

Awaked you not with this sore agony?

CLARENCE

O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;

O, then began the tempest to my soul,

Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,

With that grim ferryman which poets write of,

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

The first that there did greet my stranger soul,

Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick;

Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury

Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?'

And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by

A shadow like an angel, with bright hair

Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud,

'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence,

That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;

Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!'

With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends

Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears

Such hideous cries, that with the very noise

I trembling waked, and for a season after

Could not believe but that I was in hell,

Such terrible impression made the dream.

BRAKENBURY

No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;

I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it.

CLARENCE

O Brakenbury, I have done those things,

Which now bear evidence against my soul,

For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!

O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,

But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,

Yet execute thy wrath in me alone,

O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!

I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

BRAKENBURY

I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!

CLARENCE sleeps

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,

Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.

Princes have but their tides for their glories,

An outward honour for an inward toil;

And, for unfelt imagination,

They often feel a world of restless cares:

So that, betwixt their tides and low names,

There's nothing differs but the outward fame.

Enter the two Murderers

First Murderer

Ho! who's here?

BRAKENBURY

In God's name what are you, and how came you hither?

First Murderer

I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.

BRAKENBURY

Yea, are you so brief?

Second Murderer

O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show

him our commission; talk no more.

BRAKENBURY reads it

BRAKENBURY

I am, in this, commanded to deliver

The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:

I will not reason what is meant hereby,

Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.

Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:

I'll to the king; and signify to him

That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.

First Murderer

Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.

Exit BRAKENBURY

Second Murderer

What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?

First Murderer

No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.

Second Murderer

When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till

the judgment-day.

First Murderer

Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.

Second Murderer

The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind

of remorse in me.

First Murderer

What, art thou afraid?

Second Murderer

Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be

damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.

First Murderer

I thought thou hadst been resolute.

Second Murderer

So I am, to let him live.

First Murderer

Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.

Second Murderer

I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour

will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one

would tell twenty.

First Murderer

How dost thou feel thyself now?

Second Murderer

'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet

within me.

First Murderer

Remember our reward, when the deed is done.

Second Murderer

'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.

First Murderer

Where is thy conscience now?

Second Murderer

In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.

First Murderer

So when he opens his purse to give us our reward,

thy conscience flies out.

Second Murderer

Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

First Murderer

How if it come to thee again?

Second Murderer

I'll not meddle with it: it is a dangerous thing: it

makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it

accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it cheques him;

he cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it

detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast spirit that

mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of

obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold

that I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it

is turned out of all towns and cities for a

dangerous thing; and every man that means to live

well endeavours to trust to himself and to live

without it.

First Murderer

'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me

not to kill the duke.

Second Murderer

Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he

would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.

First Murderer

Tut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me,

I warrant thee.

Second Murderer

Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his

reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?

First Murderer

Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy

sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt

in the next room.

Second Murderer

O excellent devise! make a sop of him.

First Murderer

Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?

Second Murderer

No, first let's reason with him.

CLARENCE

Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.

Second murderer

You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.

CLARENCE

In God's name, what art thou?

Second Murderer

A man, as you are.

CLARENCE

But not, as I am, royal.

Second Murderer

Nor you, as we are, loyal.

CLARENCE

Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.

Second Murderer

My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.

CLARENCE

How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!

Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?

Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?

Both

To, to, to--

CLARENCE

To murder me?

Both

Ay, ay.

CLARENCE

You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,

And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.

Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

First Murderer

Offended us you have not, but the king.

CLARENCE

I shall be reconciled to him again.

Second Murderer

Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.

CLARENCE

Are you call'd forth from out a world of men

To slay the innocent? What is my offence?

Where are the evidence that do accuse me?

What lawful quest have given their verdict up

Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced

The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?

Before I be convict by course of law,

To threaten me with death is most unlawful.

I charge you, as you hope to have redemption

By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,

That you depart and lay no hands on me

The deed you undertake is damnable.

First Murderer

What we will do, we do upon command.

Second Murderer

And he that hath commanded is the king.

CLARENCE

Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings

Hath in the tables of his law commanded

That thou shalt do no murder: and wilt thou, then,

Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's?

Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hands,

To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

Second Murderer

And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee,

For false forswearing and for murder too:

Thou didst receive the holy sacrament,

To fight in quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

First Murderer

And, like a traitor to the name of God,

Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade

Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

Second Murderer

Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.

First Murderer

How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,

When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?

CLARENCE

Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?

For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Why, sirs,

He sends ye not to murder me for this

For in this sin he is as deep as I.

If God will be revenged for this deed.

O, know you yet, he doth it publicly,

Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;

He needs no indirect nor lawless course

To cut off those that have offended him.

First Murderer

Who made thee, then, a bloody minister,

When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,

That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?

CLARENCE

My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

First Murderer

Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,

Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

CLARENCE

Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;

I am his brother, and I love him well.

If you be hired for meed, go back again,

And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,

Who shall reward you better for my life

Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

Second Murderer

You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.

CLARENCE

O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:

Go you to him from me.

Both

Ay, so we will.

CLARENCE

Tell him, when that our princely father York

Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,

And charged us from his soul to love each other,

He little thought of this divided friendship:

Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.

First Murderer

Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep.

CLARENCE

O, do not slander him, for he is kind.

First Murderer

Right,

As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself:

'Tis he that sent us hither now to slaughter thee.

CLARENCE

It cannot be; for when I parted with him,

He hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs,

That he would labour my delivery.

Second Murderer

Why, so he doth, now he delivers thee

From this world's thraldom to the joys of heaven.

First Murderer

Make peace with God, for you must die, My Lord.

CLARENCE

Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,

To counsel me to make my peace with God,

And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind,

That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?

Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on

To do this deed will hate you for the deed.

Second Murderer

What shall we do?

CLARENCE

Relent, and save your souls.

First Murderer

Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish.

CLARENCE

Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.

Which of you, if you were a prince's son,

Being pent from liberty, as I am now,

if two such murderers as yourselves came to you,

Would not entreat for life?

My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks:

O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,

Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,

As you would beg, were you in my distress

A begging prince what beggar pities not?

Second Murderer

Look behind you, my lord.

First Murderer

Take that, and that: if all this will not do,

Stabs him

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.

Exit, with the body

Second Murderer

A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd!

How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands

Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

Re-enter First Murderer

First Murderer

How now! what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not?

By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!

Second Murderer

I would he knew that I had saved his brother!

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;

For I repent me that the duke is slain.

Exit

First Murderer

So do not I: go, coward as thou art.

Now must I hide his body in some hole,

Until the duke take order for his burial:

And when I have my meed, I must away;

For this will out, and here I must not stay.

Pure Genetic Replication

It is a hot moment. 

Temperatures are rising, Artic ice caps are melting at an alarming rate, and people may be unconsciously registering all that, and doing a horrible job at it. 

Instead of dealing with one’s own sense of panic, constriction, and fear it looks like many people are just running hot.

GM: 

I feel like every word we say is now a potential indictment, you know. 

The last malignant thrashing of the passing Aeon of Osiris. 

The echoes of the Inquisition, accusations of ‘wrongthink’, the return of Original Sin, the demonic glee taken in any stumble or falter from the approved path seems almost mediaeval. It’s terrifying. The potential for misunderstanding is almost infinite and its almost fated that we will struggle to abide by rules that grow ever more authoritarian and specific every day. 

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.

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.

OBI-WAN: 

Very impressive. 

LAMA: 

I'd hoped you would be pleased. 

Clones can think creatively. 

You will find that they are immensely superior to droids. 

We take great pride in our combat education and training programs. 

This group was created about five years ago. 

OBI-WAN: 

You mentioned growth acceleration. 

LAMA: 

Oh, yes, it's essential. 

Otherwise, a mature clone would take a lifetime to grow. 

Now we can do it in half the time. 

OBI-WAN: 

I see. 

LAMA: 

They are totally obedient, taking any order without question. 

We modified their genetic structure to make them less independent than the original host. 

OBI-WAN: 

And who was the original host? 

LAMA: 

A bounty hunter called Jango Fett. 

OBI-WAN: 

And where is this bounty hunter now? 

LAMA: 

Oh, we keep him here. 

Apart from his pay, which is considerable, Fett demanded only one thing. 

An unaltered clone for himself. 

Curious, isn't it? 

OBI-WAN: 

"Unaltered"? 

LAMA: 

Pure genetic replication. 

No tampering with the structure to make it more docile  and no growth acceleration. 

OBI-WAN: 

I should very much like to meet this Jango Fett. 

I would be very happy to arrange it for you. 

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING) 

(WEAPONS COCKING)

A Very Curious Thing, Snobbery.

SPECTRE is a dedicated fraternity 

whose strength lies in 

The Absolute Integrity of its Members.

[ He is clearly lying when he says this -- ]

My suggestion on (b) is that SPECTRE, short for Special Executive for Terrorism, Revolution and Espionage, is an immensely powerful organisation armed by ex-members of SMERSH, the Gestapo, the Mafia, and the Black Tong of Peking, which is placing these bombs in NATO bases with the objective of then blackmailing the Western powers for £100 million or else.

Ian Fleming: memo to Whittingham and McClory

My Dear Prime Minister, 

Two atomic bombs, numbers 456 and 457, which were aboard NATO flight 759, are now in the possession of SPECTRE.

Unless within the next seven days your government pays to us £100 million in a manner to be designated by us, we shall destroy a major city in England or the United States of America. 

Please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging for Big Ben to strike seven times at 6:00 p.m. tomorrow. 

Ernst Stavro Blofeld :

A grave deep enough, I think, 

to prevent even 007 from walking. 

Get The Girl. 

Miss Moneypenny :

United Nations, sir. 

Red scrambler. 

M :

M, here. 

Yes, we're standing by as instructed. 

I understand. 

Thank you, sir. 

No decision has been announced yet. 

Of course, there's a total news blackout, but my informant was very plain. 

How plain, sir? 

M :

They're going to buy Blofeld off. 

Sit down. 

007 :

And The Price?

M :

Amnesty. 

A Full Pardon for all Past Crimes. 

Official Recognition of his title 

when he retires into Private Life as 

Count de Bleuchamp. 

He seems to set a great store by that. 

A very curious thing, snobbery. 

The Englishman Has Fled to The Village

[Outside the Library]

SHARDOVAN: 

What, going so soon? 

MERGRAVE: 

Whether for some offence we've given or just a sudden fancy, I cannot say. 

SHARDOVAN: 

He cannot leave. 

He must not. 

MERGRAVE: 

He seems firm in his intent.

 

SHARDOVAN: 

Then we must intervene.

[Castrovalva]

(The trio walk along an upper balcony next to stairs leading downwards.) 

DOCTOR: 

The TARDIS. 

NYSSA: 

The Zero cabinet.

 

DOCTOR: 

We can't go through all that again. 

TEGAN: 

But once you get outside The Walls —

DOCTOR: 

Well, we'll just have to hope, won't we?

[Town square]

(The women are still washing and folding.) 

DOCTOR: 

Which is The Quickest Way Out of Here? 

(Everyone points in a different direction.) 

DOCTOR: 

Yes, well that's Democracy for you. 

Come on.

[Castrovalva]

(The Doctor heads down a set of stairways.) 

NYSSA: 

I don't remember this. 

DOCTOR: 

Never mind, come on. 

(And downwards.) 

DOCTOR: 

I always did have a terrible sense of direction. 

Still as long we keep going down. 

TEGAN: 

It's impossible! 

(They are looking down into the - )

[Town square]

RUTHER: 

Oh, I beg you, Doctor, reconsider this hasty departure. 

MERGRAVE: 

For reasons of health, if not of courtesy. 

DOCTOR: 

Sorry. No time. 

Must dash. Come back later. 

Where does this lead? 

RUTHER: 

Out, sir, if you insist!

DOCTOR: 

Thank you.

[Castrovalva]

(Out onto a set of stairs that leads to the balcony overlooking the plaza. Town planning by Maurits Cornelis Escher? He made a lithograph called Castrovalva in 1930. Click here if you want to see it.) 

TEGAN: 

That wretched square again. Doctor, what's happening? 

DOCTOR: 

Shush. Concentrate. 

This could be serious. 

NYSSA: 

It's as if Space had folded in on itself. 

DOCTOR: 

Very like it. Quick. 

There may still be time to reverse the sense! 

(He runs back up the stairs.)

[Town square]

(The Doctor is stopped by Shardovan on the next set of stairs.) 

SHARDOVAN: 

Doctor, what is the occasion of this haste? 

(Tegan and Nyssa sort of catch the Doctor as he steps backwards, doubling over.)

[Outside the Doctor's room]

NYSSA: 

It's affecting him, some very complex spatial disturbance. 

TEGAN: 

What is it, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 

Castrovalva, folding in on itself deliberately. 

NYSSA: 

Come on, this way. 

TEGAN: 

The Doctor's Room. 

NYSSA: 

Oh, thank goodness. 

We must get him back in the Zero cabinet immediately.

[Doctor's room]

TEGAN:

The Zero Cabinet - It's gone!

(Only one piece of TARDIS with three roundels in it remains on the blanket box. The Doctor looks out of the window.) 

DOCTOR: 

Recursive occlusion. 

Someone's manipulating Castrovalva. 

We're caught in a Space-Time trap! 

Sorry about the accommodation, Contessa. We should have rung ahead and booked. If only I'd got through to London. 

At least you'll get another chance. 

But when? Let's get some rest. 

We'll push on as soon as we can. 

At least it's dry. 

What really went on up there, James? 

Her Majesty's Secret Service is still My Job. 

But there's nothing you can do about Your Job at the moment, is there? 

Then why are you thinking about it now? 

I'm not. I'm thinking about us. 

Tracy, an agent shouldn't be concerned with anything but himself. 

I understand.

 We'll just have to go on the way we are. 

No. I'll have to find something else to do. 

Are you sure, James? 

I love you. 

I know I'll never find another girl like you. 

Will you marry me? 

You mean it? 

I mean it. 

Mr and Mrs James Bond. 

Of Acacia Avenue, Tunbridge Wells. 

Mm. How about Belgrave Square? 

Or the Via Veneto, Rome? Paris. 

Convenient for Le Touquet. 

Monaco. Handy for the Rainiers. 

I wonder how much they're asking for this place. 

The proper time for this is our wedding night. 

And that's my New Year's resolution.

Whatever you say, darling.

And that is yours. 

Good night, Tracy. 

Good night, James. -

Oh.

It's not New Year yet.

Merry Christmas, 007.

Merry Christmas, 007.

I'm Sir Hilary Bray.

Oh, no, no, no, Mr Bond.

Respectable baronets from the college of heralds do not seduce female patients in clinics.

On the other hand, they do get their professional details right.

The Bleuchamp tombs are not in the Augsburg Cathedral as you say, but in the St. Anna Kirche.

Sir Hilary Bray would have known.

A small slip.

Takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a herald.

It'll take more than cutting off your ear lobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.

I may yet surprise you, but I'm afraid that you have no surprises left for me.

I know all about your mission, Mr Bond.

Your colleague: such a keen climber, such a brilliant conversationalist. 

Before he left us.

You realise he reported where I am.

I doubt that.

In any case, no one's going to come to your rescue.

In a few hours, the United Nations will receive our Yuletide greetings.

The information that I now possess the scientific means to control, or to destroy, The Economy of The Whole World.

People will have more important things to think of than you.

If they believe your threat.

Oh, they will. In any case, I have prepared a demonstration.

Remember that disagreeable outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease in England last summer?

I shall instruct them, in very convincing terms, exactly how I arranged that.

And my capacity has improved since.

Allergy vaccines?

Bacteria.

Bacteriological warfare.

With a difference.

Our great breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain Virus Omega.

Infertility.

Total Infertility. 

In plants and animals.

Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond or the loss of a single crop.

But the destruction of a whole strain for ever, throughout an entire continent.

If my demands are not met, I'll proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over The World.

Including, I suppose, the human race.

I don't think, do you, Mr Bond, the United Nations will let it come to that.

Not after their scientists analyse a small sample of Virus Omega they have received.

Epidemics of Sterility.

Nothing is Born. 

No seed even begins to sprout.

They'll find an antidote.

Of course.

If I give them enough time.

They'll have time. 

Once they're warned, you'll have a problem dispensing the stuff.

That problem has already been solved.

I have been training my own special "Angels of Death".

Those girls?

Those girls. And many others like them.

But exactly how?

That will remain My Secret.

And how many hundred millions do you want for your services this time, Blofeld?

This time?

This time The Price is of another kind. 

You'll be even more amused when you know what.

Meanwhile, I will keep you here as My Guest.

You'll be useful in helping to convince The Authorities that I Mean What I Say and I'll Do What I Claim.

Come, let me show you to your new quarters.

You're likely to be with us for some time, Mr Bond.

So first, a little therapy to soothe your restless nature.

Oh, poor fellow. 

He was restless, too.

You perverse British, how you love your exercise.

Every year, dozens of amateur climbers, they wind up in the same predicament.

A kind of waxwork show for morbid tourists.

Dear, dear me.

Now, now, now, now, Mr Bond, you must learn to be absolutely calm before we can accept you back into polite society.

Presents.

These are for us.

Going-away presents. From the Count himself,

in appreciation.

- I want to open mine now. - Oh, no.

It is more fun to open them all together, yes?

Please sit down. We will wait for the others.

Look, pressies.

Eggnog on Christmas Eve, just like home.

It is a treat for the going-away party.

- Your very good health, my dears. - Cheers.

It has been so nice to cure you.

It has something special in it for the holy night celebration.

And now you're going on a journey. A journey home.

But first you must rest for a while.

Rest.

Rest.

Rest.

I will tell you when. And I will tell you how.

But it must be Our Secret.

Yours and Mine. Our Secret.

And after you've done what I teach you, will you forget it?

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

And now you may open your eyes again.

Each of you has been given a present.

Such a prettily wrapped present.

Now is the time to open them. Open them.

You see?

They're beautiful and you're longing to know what is inside.

You may use anything but the atomiser,

which you must never touch, never,

until I tell you how and where to use it.

Open the compact.

Adjust the volume control.

Every night at exactly 12 o'clock you must be alone so that you can switch on that receiver and listen for my voice.

I'll tell you what to do I will tell you when and I will tell you how.

After you've heard what I say, push the mirror back to conceal the receiver again.

Push it back now.

Then close the case.

Now rest again. 

Rest.

Rest.

In a few minutes you will wake up.

You will not remember what I've just told you

until you return home.

Help.

Please, girls, we are in a hurry.

Merry Christmas.

Maybe you should have been gift-wrapped.

Quick, The Englishman is taking off.

The Englishman has fled.

Flare.

He's making for the village.

All right. We'll head him off at The Precipice.

Idiot.

Help.

Goodbye, girls. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Merry Christmas.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye

Bye.

The Englishman fled to The Village.

That Widow is ALIVE, Guns A-Blazin'

The Walking Dead 7x16 Shiva Saves Carl From Negan - All Out War Begins. ...

Heroes Don’t Accept The World The Way it Is — They FIGHT It

One Does Not Bargain with The Infinite — 

You ALIGN with It.

The Air Attack Warning sounds like This —

This is The Sound : —

When you hear The Air Attack Warning,

You and Your Family must Take Cover.

ANGEL 

Lindsey, we can philosophize all night. 

Hell... (chuckles) 

We could do it forever, huh? 

I don't need to eat, sleep, drink. (sits) 

How about you?

LINDSEY 

(grins) 

That's what I like to see... the Angel of yore. 

Takes no prisoners, suffers no fools. 

How 'bout this? It's here. 

It's been here all along. Underneath. 

You're just too damn stupid to see it.

ANGEL 

(leans forward) 

See what?

LINDSEY 

The Apocalypse, man. 

You're soaking in it.

SPIKE 

I've seen an apocalypse or two in my time. 

I'd know I one was under my nose.

LINDSEY 

Not an apocalypse. 

The Apocalypse. 

What'd you think, a gong was gonna sound? 

Time to jump on your horses and fight the big fight? 

Starting pistol went off a long time ago, boys. 

You're playing for 

The Bad Guys. 

Every day you sit behind your desk 

and you learn a little more 

how to accept The World The Way it is. 

Well, here's the rub... 

Heroes Don't Do That. 

Heroes Don't Accept 

The World The Way it is. 

They Fight It.

ANGEL (sits back) 

You're saying everything we do... it's a distraction... to keep us busy from looking under the surface.

LINDSEY 

(snaps fingers) 

Ding! We have A Winner!

 

The World keeps sliding towards 

Entropy and Degradation, 

and what do you do? 

You sit in your big chair, 

and you sign your checks, 

just like The Senior Partners planned. 

The War's Here, Angel. 

And you're already 

Two Soldiers Down.

Don’t Die.

They Can’t Kill You if You Won’t Die.

Survive SOMEHOW — Survive The Encounter.

Just Don’t Die.

HARVEY: 

It's the law of the jungle now, mate, innit?

LEN: 

Hmm. 

There are these two blokes, right? 

In a tent, in The Jungle.

HARVEY: 

You got another one for me, ain't you? 

Go on, then, go on.

LEN: 

It's really dark, and they hear this terrible noise outside the tent.

This terrible roaring noise. 

And one bloke turns to the other bloke and he says, 

“Do you hear that?”

HARVEY: 

What?

LEN: 

I said, 

“Did you hear that?”

HARVEY: 

Oh, right, yeah.

LEN: 

“That was A Lion.”

(The Doctor starts to pay attention to the anecdote.)

LEN: 

And the other bloke, he doesn't say anything. 

He just starts putting on his running shoes. 

And the other bloke turns to him and says, 

“What are You Doing? You can't outrun A Lion.”

The bloke turns to him and says, 

“I don't have to outrun The Lion.”

HARVEY: 

(feeble laugh) 

Don't get it.

DOCTOR: 

He doesn't have to outrun The Lion, only His Friend. 

Then The Lion catches up with His Friend 

and eats him. 

The Strong Survive, The Weak are Killed. 

The Law of The Jungle.

HARVEY: 

Oh yeah. 

Very clever.

DOCTOR: 

Yes, very clever, if you don't mind losing Your Friend. 

But What Happens when The Next Lion turns up?

(The cat is watching The Doctor.)

LEN

What Next Lion?

(The black cat burst out from behind the shelf of cat food and runs out of the shop.)

DOCTOR: 

I think you'd better get your running shoes on, gentlemen.