Gang-related, P.C.P.

Hey Snyder, what’s goin’-on, here..?

The Principal of The Thing :

Nothing to worry about --

Gang-related, P.C.P

Superman Saves Airplane / Superman Returns - Full Scene, 1080P

Come with Me if 

You want to Live.

Come on!

Aah!

Aah!

This is 1-l19. I got a hit-and-run felony.

Suspect vehicle-- late model gray Ford, headed westbound on 7th.

He's really moving, punching lights all the way.

I'm going to need an ambulance at 7th and Broadway right now.

Hold it!

Aah!

Dispatcher : 

All units watch for a late-model gray Ford, last seen westbound on 7th and Broadway.

Hold on.

Are you injured?

Are you shot?

No!

Do exactly what I say.

Exactly.

Don't move unless I say.

Don't make a sound unless I say.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?! Yes! Yes!

Please, don't hurt me.

[Honks horn]

I'm here to help you.

I'm Reese, sergeant techcom, bn38416, assigned to protect you.

You've been targeted for termination.

Police dispatcher: Attempt to intercept, 1-l19.

[Imitating policeman] This is 1-l19.

Westbound on olympic approaching overland.

This is a mistake.

I didn't do anything.

No, but you will.

It's very important that you live.

This isn't true.

How could that man just get up after you -- 

He's not A Man.

A Machine.

A Terminator.

A CyberDyne Systems Model-101.

A machine?

Like a robot?

Not a robot. A cyborg.

A cybernetic organism.

No. He was bleeding.

Just a second.

Get your head down!

All right, listen.

The Terminator's an infiltration 

unit-- part man, part machine.

Underneath, it's a hyperalloy combat chassis-- 

microprocessor controlled, fully armored, very tough.

But outside, it's living human tissue.

Flesh, skin, hair, blood-- 

grown for the cyborgs.

Look, Reese, I don't know what you want from me-- 

Pay attention!

I got to ditch this car.

The 600 series had rubber skin.

We spotted them easy.

But these are new.

They look human-- sweat, bad breath, everything.

Very hard to spot.

I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.

Look...

I am not stupid, you know.

They cannot make things like that yet.

Not yet.

Not for about 40 years.

Are you saying it's from The Future….?

One possible future.

From your point of view--

I don't know tech stuff.

…….Then you're from 

The Future, too, is that right?

Right.

…..Right. (bites his wrist)

Cyborgs don't feel pain — I do.

Don't do that again.

Just let me go.

Listen! And understand.

That Terminator is out there.

It can't be bargained with.

It can't be reasoned with.

It doesn't feel pity or 

remorse or fear.

And it absolutely 

will not stop. Ever!

Until you are dead.

…..Can you stop it?

……I don't know.

With these weapons, 

I don't know.

Police radio: 

All units. All units.

Gray Ford suspect vehicle's been found in 

a parking structure at 4th and beaudry.

Reese.

Why me?

Why does it want me?

There was a nuclear war...

A few years from now.

All this...

This whole place.

Everything.

It's gone.

Just gone.

There were survivors.

Here. There.

Nobody even knew who started it.

It was The Machines, Sarah.

I don't understand.

Defense network computers.

New... Powerful...

Hooked into everything.

Trusted to run it all.

They say it got smart--

 a new order of intelligence.

Then it saw all people as a threat, not just the ones on the other side.

Decided our fate in a microsecond-- extermination.

Did you see this war?

[Tires screech]

No.

I grew up after it...

In the ruins. Starving...

Hiding from hks.

Hks?

Hunter-Killers.

Patrol machines built 

in automated factories.

Most of us were rounded up, 

put in camps for orderly disposal.

(shows his barcode)

This was burned in by laser scanner.

Some of us were kept alive... 

To work... Loading bodies.

The disposal units ran night and day.

We were that close to going out forever.

There was one man who taught us to fight, 

to storm the wire of the camps, to 

smash those metal motherfuckers 

into junk.

He turned it around.

He brought us back from the brink.

His name is Connor.

John Connor.

Your son, Sarah.

Your unborn son.

[Engine won't turn over]

[Engine starts]

[g*nsh*t]

Drive!

Reese! Reese!

No, Reese! No! No!

No! They'll kill you.

Policeman: 

You in the Cadillac!

Let me see your hands now!

Get out of the car!

Drop to your knees!

Out of the car.

Drop to the ground.

Sarah...

Sarah, try to drink some of this.

Are you sure it's them?

Maybe I should look 

at The Bodies.

No. They've been identified, 

and there's no doubt.

Oh, God.

God!

Ginger!

Sarah.

Sarah, This is 

Dr. Silberman.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Hi, Sarah.

I want you to tell 

him everything 

that Reese told you.

Do you feel up to that?

Yeah. I guess so.

You're A Doctor?

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Criminal psychologist.

Is Reese crazy?

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Well, that's what we're 

gonna find out.

[Distant siren]

[Whirring]

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

So, You're A Soldier, 

fighting for whom?

With The 132nd, under Perry.

From ‘21 to ‘27.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

That's The Year 2027?

That's right. And I was assigned...

This is fucking great.

...the last 2 years under John Connor.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Who was The Enemy again?

A computer Defence-system built for --

[beep beep beep]

Oh, damn. Sorry.

Built for SAC-NORAD by 

CyberDYNE Systems.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

I see —

And this, uh, computer thinks it can win 

by killing the mother of its enemy, killing him, 

in effect, before he's even conceived, 

a sort of retroactive abortion?

That guy Silberman cracks me up --

Last week, he had this guy in here 

that burned his Afghan --

He screwed it first, 

then he set it on fire.

Hey, shut up.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Why didn't The Computer 

just kill Connor then?

Why this elaborate scheme 

with The Terminator?

It had no choice.

Their defence grid was 

smashed. We'd Won.

Taking out Connor then would make no difference.

SkyNet had to wipe out his entire existence.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Is that when you captured the lab complex 

and found that-- uh, what is it called?

The Time-displacement equipment?

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

That's right. 

The Terminator had 

already gone through.

Connor sent me to intercept, and 

they blew the whole place.

How are you supposed get back?

I can't.

Nobody goes Home.

Nobody else comes through.

It's just Him... And Me.

[Cocks r*fle]

It's just Him...

And Me.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Why didn't you 

bring any weapons, 

something more advanced?

Don't you have ray-guns?

…..Ray-guns.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Show me a piece of 

Future-Technology.

You go naked.

Something about 

the field generated 

by a living organism --

Nothing dead will go.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Why?

I didn't build the 

fucking thing!

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Ok, ok. But this... [Sighs] 

Cyborg, if it's Metal-- 

-- surrounded by living tissue!

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Oh. Right, right-- 

(…..This is great stuff.

I could make a career 

out of this guy.

You see how clever this part is?

How it doesn't require 

a shred of proof?

Most paranoid delusions are 

intricate, but this is brilliant.)

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Why were the other two women killed?

Most of the records 

were lost in The War.

SkyNet knew almost nothing 

about Connor's Mother.

Her full name, 

where she lived. 

They just knew 

The City.

The Terminator was 

just being systematic.

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Uh-huh. Well, let's go back to-- 

Look, you have heard enough! 

I have answered 

your questions!

Now I have to see 

Sarah Connor!

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

I'm afraid that's not up to me.

Then why am I talking to you?

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Because I can help you.

Who is in Authority here? 

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

Reese-- 

Shut up!

You still don't 

get it, do you?

He'll find her.

That's what he does!

That's all he does!

You can't stop him!

He'll wade through you, 

reach down her throat, and

pull her fucking heart out!

Doc.

Let go of me--

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

…….sorry.

Sarai Connor, Not-yet 

Mother of The Future :

So, Reese is crazy?

Dr. Silbermann,  

[ classic Dunning-Kruger-case ] :

In technical terminology -- 

He's A Loon.

Det.-Lt. Lance Hendrickson :

Sarah, This is what They 

call “Body-armour.”

Our Tac-guys wear these.

It'll stop a 12-gauge round.

This other individual must have been 

wearing one under his coat.

Feel that. Go ahead.

Sarai Connor, Not-yet 

Mother of The Future :

What about when he punched 

through the windshield?

Det.-Lt. Lance Hendrickson :

He was probably on PCP.

Broke every bone in his hand 

and wouldn't feel it for hours.

There was this guy once -- 

you see this scar?

Vanity

It’s not a question of 

where he grips it —

It’s a simple matter 

of Weight-ratios…

Superman talks to Jor-El | Superman (3 Hour TV Version)

Jor-El :

[in the Fortress of Solitude]  
You... enjoyed it.

Superman :
I don't know what to say, Father. 

I'm afraid I just got carried away.

Jor-El : 
I anticipated this, my son. I...

Superman : 

[surprised]  
You couldn't have! 

You couldn't have imagined...

Jor-El : 
...How good it felt.

[Clark nods]

Jor-El : 
You are revealed to The World. 
Very well, so be it. 
But you must still keep your secret identity.

Superman : 
But why?

Jor-El : 
The reasons are two. 

First, you cannot Serve Humanity 

twenty-eight hours a day.

Superman :
Er.. Twenty-four.

Jor-El : 
-- or twenty-four, as it is in Earth time. 

Your Help would be called-for endlessly, 

even for those problems 

which human beings could 

solve themselves. 

It is their habit to abuse their 

resources in such a way.

Superman :
And, secondly?

Jor-El : 
Secondly, your enemies will discover 

their only way to hurt you: by 

hurting the people you care for.

Superman : 
Thank you, Father.

Jor-El : 
Lastly... Do not punish yourself 

for your feelings of vanity. 

Simply learn to control them. 

It is an affliction common 

to all, even on Krypton. 

Our Destruction could have been avoided had it not been for the vanity of some who considered us, indestructible. 

Were it not for vanity, 

why... at this very moment...

[sadly]

Jor-El : 
I could embrace you in my arms. My son.

[Kal-El reaches yearningly toward his father's image; Jor-El fades, leaving Kal-El alone]

Lead, Follow, or Get Out of the Way

Lead, Follow, or Get Out of the Way

Pvt. Joe Bowers: 

I don't want a new assignment. 

I tell Sergeant Metsler that 

every time. I'm good at this.

Sgt. Keller: 

Good at what? Sittin' on ass? 

No one ever comes in here.

Pvt. Joe Bowers: 

Yeah, I know. It's perfect for me. 

No one bothers me. I can't screw up. 

If I can just stay in here another eight years, 

I get my pension. I'm all set.

Why me? Every time Metsler 

says, "Lead, follow, or 

get out of the way," 

I get out of the way.

Sgt. Keller: 

Yeah, when he says that, 

you're not supposed to

choose "get out of the way." 

It's supposed to embarrass you 

into Leading - or at least Following.

Pvt. Joe Bowers: 

That doesn't embarrass me.

[referring to his replacement] 

Shouldn't I train this guy?

Sgt. Keller: 

I think he can figure out how to sit 

on his ass and watch TV all day.

Ace Dreaming

Chapter 5: Ace Dreaming

In the early hours of the morning, Ace rolled over and looked down at Jan's sleeping body.

He was very beautiful. There had, indeed, been a lot of hair in that pony tail. The snake tattoo ran all the way down his chest, and it wasn't nasty and macho, like most tattoos, but, well, Meaningful. Like he meant it. She gently ran her fingers around the jackhole at the base of his neck, circled it and popped her little finger inside. He stirred slightly. The area was slightly inflamed. Ace wondered if it hurt and stopped.

She pulled the rugs closer around her. At this point, generally, she liked to be away, 'cos hearing all the things men came out with in The Morning was an awful experience.

But this time she wanted to stay. Jan would say good things. Jan. That was a good name.

Ace sighed and shook her head, curling up again beside him.

Snuggled in the crook of her lover's arm, breathing in his scent, Ace allowed herself to fall down into dreams.

This was the good stuff, she thought. The time of being together when nothing could hurt you, and you could fool yourself into thinking that nothing would ever hurt again. He'd protect you, you could protect him. You could suckle him, offer yourself up as sacrifice to him ... not that he'd want that if he thought about it ... but you win. In the downfall afterglow, when he was sleepy and small, wrapped about you, you were where you wanted to be, on the way to dreams.

Yeah.

Gentle rain began to beat against the fabric of the tent.

A Dream arrived.

The Doctor walked across the surface of The Dream. Ace briefly wondered if he was dreaming himself, in some room at an inn.

Ace's hair wrapped across her head as it turned in the first jerk of deepest sleep.

Now, it was at this time, child, when the stars had turned about the nail of heaven, that the great mage known as The Doctor returned to The Cave - what cave? Where?

Hush, Ace -

Dark it was, like the hidden face of the moon. Or like the womb that the Doctor had twice left.

Sweet was the path there. The Doctor cast salt to his left and right as he walked.

At The Cave entrance, The Doctor stopped.

'Death?' he called. 'Your Sister Time said I could visit. Will you receive me?'

'I shall let you in, wily raven, but it will be a long while before I receive you!' a female voice cried, echoing from The Cave.

The Doctor entered, doffing his hat.

Inside The Cave sat Death, in a robe of black silk. Ace tried to see her face, and couldn't. The Doctor sat beside the figure, and offered her a gift, a tiny, burning candle, which Death silently took.

'Last time we met, we danced,' he began.

'Did you enjoy that dance?'

'Not very much, I'm afraid. I've come to bargain with you.'

'Again? The way I bargain with you, I should entertain every life of every cat! You only have thirteen to give me, Time Lord!'

'I gave you my sixth life for wisdom —’

Death laughed, and raised a soft finger between the Doctor's eyes. 'Don't lie to me! You sacrificed the colourful jester because you needed to be born! Time would have her champion, and he was just the compost for your blooming. You ran Your TARDIS into The Rani's beam joy-fully. Hah! Your sixth self hates you for that, he will become Valeyard for that -

'Yes. I know. Now I offer myself.'

Death considered, grinning. 'Why?' she asked finally.

'My Life for that of my companion.'

'Which one?'

Ace was suddenly afraid, jealous. Was there another?

'Ace!' the Doctor growled. 'My Life for hers. I know what will happen on this world. I know how many you intend to take. Take me with you. Replace me with someone who doesn't know his legacy, who would never trouble The Eternals. I would be good company.'

But Death was already shaking her head.

'I cannot take your life, Doctor. Have you another one to offer me, instead? Do you have A Plan?'

Ace didn't care. She was already sobbing in her sleep, bawling out the love she had seen The Doctor give. In The Dream, The Doctor suddenly looked around, aware of the sudden noise, aghast. He had so much more to say.

The Dream broke, and the bits flew off to become Fiction.

Ace woke up crying, full of relief. As Dreams sometimes do, this one had given her great fondness for a friend again, a glance at what your heart really thinks of them.

The air in the tent was cool, and Ace knew she was twice in love, in different ways, and had to have her two loves meet and like each other.

She could Do it. She could pull The Future together with her hands. She could make it work, whatever Time wanted.

She reached out to Jan, and began to stroke him awake.

Chapter 6 : I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man

I Decided to Experiment with Making Myself Invisible…!!

I Decided to Experiment with Making Myself Invisible…!!

“In his biography of Alister Crowley, 

author John Simmons noted that at this stage in Crowley's life,

three aspects of his psychology had become clear —

One, he had NO inhibitions, whatsoever, 

throwing himself into any adventure that 

touched his fancy; the more horrible, the better.

And, he was NOT afraid of Madness;

Secondly, he needed some strong 

or horrific experience to be aroused;

He would sleep with wrinkled and ugly whores 

for stimulation to write his poetry;

And thirdly : He had NO respect for his own, 

OR anyone ELSE’S body…..”