Kylo Ren is an Angry Bastard

"Mr. Corleone, all bastards are liars. 

Shakespeare wrote poems about it."

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law

My services are bound. Wherefore should I

Stand in the plague of custom, and permit

The curiosity of nations to deprive me,

For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines

Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?

When my dimensions are as well compact,

My mind as generous, and my shape as true,

As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us

With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?

Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take

More composition and fierce quality

Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,

Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,

Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then,

Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:

Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund

As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate!

Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,

And my invention thrive, Edmund the base

Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Sherif Ali :

Al-Lawrence — 
Truly, for some men nothing is written unless they write it.

Kylo Ren :

Not Al-Lawrence. 
Just Lawrence.

Sherif Ali :

AI-Lawrence is better.

Kylo Ren :

True.

Sherif Ali :

Your father too, just 'Mr. Lawrence'?

Kylo Ren :

My Father is Sir Thomas Chapman.

Sherif Ali :

Is that a Lord?

Kylo Ren :

A kind of Lord.

Sherif Ali :

Then when he dies, you too will be a Lord.

            

Kylo Ren :

No.

Sherif Ali :

Ah! You have an elder brother. 
But then, I do not understand this —

Your Father's Name is ‘Chapman’.

Kylo Ren :

He didn't marry My Mother.

         

Sherif Ali :

I see.

I'm sorry.

It seems to me, that you are free to choose your own name, then.

Kylo Ren :

 Yes, I suppose I am.

Sherif Ali :

Al-Lawrence is best.

CUT TO: Michael’s office. 

Joey Zasa is in with Michael.

ZASA

The Meucci Association has elected you, their Italian-American Man of the Year.

Zasa hands Michael the award. Michael reacts to its heavy weight.

MICHAEL

Meucci -- Who’s Meucci?

ZASA

He’s the Italian-American who invented the telephone. 

He did it one year before Alexander Graham Bell.

MICHAEL

Oh… And this is the reason you’ve come to my home on this day.

ZASA (to The Ant, in Italian)

[something like "go feed the fish"]

(then, to Michael)

I umm, got a stone in my shoe, Mr. Corleone. 

A two-bit punk who works for me. The one who, thinks he’s related to you. 

A bastard.

Michael looks over to Neri.

AL NERI

He’s here. Vincent Mancini. 

He’s at the party.

MICHAEL

Well bring him in.

ZASA

I think it’s good we talk.

Zasa offers Michael a cigarette. Michael refuses and asks Zasa to sit down.

(then)

I have a problem; and I want to find out if it is my problem, or your problem.

MICHAEL

Joe, your business is your business. 

I have no interests or percentage – I’m out…

ZASA

Good. Then it’s my problem.

Vincent enters with Connie.

CONNIE

Michael, you know Vincent Mancini -- 

Sonny’s boy.

VINCENT

How you doin’ Mr. Corleone?

MICHAEL

How you doing?

VINCENT

I’m doin’ good. How you doin’?

MICHAEL

Good.

VINCENT

Good party.

MICHAEL

Oh you like it?

VINCENT

Yeah, I had to sneak in.

MICHAEL

Well, you’re dressed for it.

Vincent looks embarrassed, Zasa looks disgusted.

MICHAEL

So, what’s the trouble between you and Mr. Joe Zasa?

VINCENT

There’s trouble. 

I’ll take care of it.

MICHAEL

That’s foolish of you.

VINCENT

Foolish of ME? 

It’s a little foolish of this guy, don’t you think? Right? RIGHT?

MICHAEL (to himself)

Temper like his father.

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent. Mr. Joe Zasa now owns what used to be the Corleone family business, in New York. 

Out of the kindness of his heart he gave you a job in his family. 

Contrary to my advice, you took the job.

I’d offered you something, better, in the legitimate world. 

You turned me down. 

Now, you both come to me with this bad blood. 

And what do you expect me to do? Am I a gangster?

VINCENT

No, you’re not a gangster….

CONNIE (interrupts)

That’s was Papa’s neighborhood, now it’s a sewer. 

Zasa runs it like a disgrace that’s what the women tell me.

MICHAEL

That’s The Past Connie.

ZASA

I earned that territory with my talent. 

Commission gave it to me, and you approved…

MICHAEL

Yes.

VINCENT

Uncle Michael, I came to the party here -- 

I’m not here to ask for any kind of help. 

I could just kill this bastard, he’s the one who needs the help.

MICHAEL

So kill him. 

What has all this have to do with me?

VINCENT

Well, he’s going around behind your back saying ‘Fuck Michael Corleone’ all time. 

That’s it, see, that’s one thing it has to do with you.

(then, to Zasa)

Right? Say it to his face, one time say it to his face, one time!

ZASA

Mr. Corleone, all bastards are liars. 

Shakespeare wrote poems about it.

VINCENT

What am I gonna do with this guy, Uncle Michael? -- 

WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH THIS GUY?!

MICHAEL

Joey. If there’s some guy running around this city saying 

"Fuck Michael Corleone” —

What do we do, with a piece of shit like that? 

He’s a fucking dog, no?

ZASA (pauses, then)

Yes it’s True. 

If anyone would say such a thing, they would not be a friend. 

They would be a dog.

MICHAEL (to Vincent)

My interests don’t conflict with Mr. Joe Zasa’s…

VINCENT

Oh you don’t know how much your interests conflict with Mr. Joe Zasa’s, Uncle Michael.

CONNIE

Michael -- He needs your support, Michael.

VINCENT

Don’t let me work for this guy no more Uncle Michael, let me come work for you.

MICHAEL

For me?

VINCENT

Yeah.

MICHAEL

As what? Tough guy? 

I don’t need tough guys -- I need more lawyers.

Michael smiles at Joey who smiles back. Michael extend his arms to Joey in friendship.

MICHAEL (to Joey)

Since we have no conflicts, no debts, I accept your tribute. 

I wish you well.

Michael and Zasa embrace.

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent -- Make your peace with Mr. Joe Zasa. 

C’mon…

Vincent reluctantly goes to embrace Joey. As they do so, Joey mutters into Vincent’s ear.

ZASA (quietly to Vincent)

Bastardo.

Vincent retaliates by biting Zasa’s ear. 

The two are separated and ZASA is led bleeding and screaming from the room by The Ant.

MICHAEL

Oh, Jesus…

Vincent tries to explain himself as Connie leads him outside but Michael tells him to stay.

VINCENT (still explaining)

Uncle Michael, I told Connie it wasn’t the right time for this thing –

(then)

Uncle Michael, listen -- 

I know you’re into banks and Wall Street, but everyone knows you’re the final word, you’re like the Supreme Court.

All I want to do is protect you from these guys and your lawyers can’t do that.

MICHAEL

And you can?

VINCENT

Yeah, I can do that.

MICHAEL

And why should I be afraid of Joe Zasa?

VINCENT

Well, he knows you’re stopping him from rising up in the commission, Uncle Mike. 

I say we make him dead. 

You give me the order, I’ll take care of it.

MICHAEL

You’ll take care of it?

VINCENT

Yeah.

MICHAEL

Maybe you should, uhh, come with me for a few weeks. See what happens.

VINCENT

Okay.

MICHAEL

See if you learn. 

And, umm, we’ll talk about your future.

VINCENT

I won’t let you down.

Connie leads Vincent from the room.

CUT TO: 

The stairway where the family are getting a photo taken.

PHOTOGRAPHER

We’re just about ready .. no, it’s all right…

Vincent approaches his mother, Lucy Mancini.

LUCY

So what happened?

VINCENT

What happened? 

They put me in a room with Joey Zasa -- what’s gonna happen? 

I bit the guy’s ear off.

The photographer takes a photo. As he prepares for the next one, Michael fetches Vincent for the picture.

MICHAEL

Hold it…

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent –

VINCENT

Yeah?

MICHAEL

Take the picture with me – c’mon…

MARY (to Vincent)

Nice jacket.

The second picture is taken and the band strike up the familiar Godfather’s waltz as Enzo the baker wheels in a cake for Michael.

‘Master Kenobi’ was My Father

The Child is Father to The Man

“No Arab Loves The Desert.

There is Nothing in The Desert —

And No-Man Needs Nothing.”

Han + Leia

Han Solo :

We had a responsibility beyond The Cause.

We had a Baby.

We were so consumed by our principles, that we abandoned our Most Fundamental Duty.

Princess-General Leia Organa, 

Founding Mother of The New Republic

Senator for New Aalderaan : 

We were doing our duty.

Mimi Lurie: 

The struggle doesn't end just because you got tired of it. 

Nick Sloan: 

I didn't get tired of it. 

I grew up. 

Mimi Lurie: 

Well, we promised each other we weren't going to do that. 

Nick Sloan: 

Yeah, but it happened.

I am not the one fooling myself, it was over!

It wasn't... over.

It's still not over.

Every single thing we said then, is true today.

And every single day, it's getting worse.

That's not the point.

Oh, it's exactly the point, Nick!

I won't give myself up to a system I despise.

I won't give up my freedom and accept their version of what life is supposed to be.

Mimi, how free are you? Really?

Well, I'm not in jail.

I don't expect you to understand.

They have you.

Oh, like hell.

A system that protects the super-rich, and the super, super, super-rich,

And fucks over everyone else, and the planet to boot.

Mimi... Mimi, would you just stop?

Everyone who's given up and given in, they're living at the expense of what they once believed.

It's so sad!

You understood this, I'm sorry you've forgotten.

I wish I had forgotten!

Because my problem is

I can't stop remembering.

So if you've built a wall so high, more power to you, you're stronger than I am.

I'm will turn myself in... the day the politicians and corporations turn themselves in for all they've done.

That's the day I'll hand myself in.

Scout's fuckin' honor.

Stop hiding behind your fucking revolutionary rant.

Oh, don't turn it on me.

You know what I see?

I see the same person.

I see it, kid.

I see it in your eyes.

You can hide from everyone else in the world, and be somebody else, but not with me.

What are your memories, Mi?

The ones you can't run away from.

Hey!

We had a responsibility beyond The Cause.

We had a Baby.

We were so consumed by our principles, that we abandoned our most fundamental duty.

We were doing our duty, Nick.

We made a plan, that if anything ever went wrong....

Never should have carried out that plan.

...we would know exactly what we had to do.

We both agreed.

We were wrong.

We had no choice.

We should have known that we were wrong.

We both accepted it, and we both had to live with it.

It wasn't a dream... it was a possibility, we could have made a reality.

We could make them stop.

Yeah, we could change things, if we could make a difference.

I still believe in that possibility.

Is that all you believe?

SQUID : The Architects of Fear

Paul Krugman is so frustrated by the lack of support for another round of stimulus spending that he's now calling for a fake alien invasion of the United States to spur a World War II-style defense buildup.

Krugman was a guest on CNN's "Fareed Zakaria GPS" on Sunday. Speaking with Zakaria and Harvard economist Ken Rogoff, he made the same case he has been making for years--that deficits are not the top economic concern of the day. Krugman noted that the effort of World War II helped end the Great Depression, and joked that something similar was needed today.

"If we discovered that, you know, space aliens were planning to attack and we needed a massive buildup to counter the space alien threat and really inflation and budget deficits took secondary place to that, this slump would be over in 18 months," he said. "And then if we discovered, oops, we made a mistake, there aren't any aliens, we'd be better--"

"We need Orson Welles, is what you're saying," Rogoff cut in.

"There was a 'Twilight Zone' episode like this in which scientists fake an alien threat in order to achieve world peace," Krugman said. "Well, this time, we don't need it, we need it in order to get some fiscal stimulus."