Down

“I think that this is something that is opening for the first time - 

I think when I was younger, the mood for Men often involved Ascension.... 

I mean, that’s a heavy suggestion of Christ, with Ascension. 

And in the 60s, as you know, with Higher Consciousness 

and ‘Head’ material, was very strong.

So, it seems to me that the attempt to become a Man by ascending 

has not worked somehow.

And the movement I found valuable in my own life 

was the attempt to go down 

into certain Earth-energies or Sorrows, also. 

And only recently have I begun to associate that descent with also 

a descent into Childhood, 

and into the Sufferings and Loneliness of Childhood.” 

— Robert Bly.

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :

I should go back there. 

I just fucking left them in the lurch, man. 

I should go back there.

What the fuck are you talking about? Fuck that.

Fuck them.

I got dates in fucking Reno, man.

Stanley Uris,

Aged 13 :

Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read, 

the word "Leshanot" comes up a lot, which means 

"to change, to transform."

Which makes sense, I guess, 

because today I'm supposed to become A Man.

It's funny, though.

Everyone, I think, has some memories they're prouder of than others, right?

And maybe that's why Change is so scary.

'Cause the things we wish 

we could leave behind...

Good morning, Mike. 

How you doing?

...the whispers we wish 

we could silence...

His pa is the one. 

The one that set that fire.

...the nightmares we most want to wake up from,

the memories we wish we could change, 

the secrets we feel like we have to keep

are the hardest to walk away from.

The Good Stuff?

The pictures in our mind 

that fade away the fastest?

Those pieces of you 

it feels the easiest to lose.

Maybe I don't want to forget.

Maybe if that's what today is all about — forget it, right?

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :

Thank you, Stanley.

Stanley Uris,

Aged 13 :

Today, I'm supposed to become a man, 

but I don't feel any different.

I know I'm A Loser.

And no matter what, 

I always fucking will be.

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :

Thanks for showing up, Stanley.

I Know You Weren't Always Like This.

This is unreal!

You don't care about Death 

because you're already DEAD!

I know a lot about you. 

I know you weren't always like this.

What's the last thing you cared about?

You really haven't been listening.

Falken :

Yes, I have. 

I loved it when you nuked Las Vegas.

Suitably biblical ending for the place, don't you think?

You gonna tell them what Joshua's doing?

Falken :

Children, come over here.

I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then I'll begin.

[He projects Dinosaur movies onto The Wall (and himself)]

Once upon a time, 

there lived a magnificent race of animals,

who dominated the world through age after age.

They ran and they swam and they fought and they flew, until suddenly — quite recently —

they disappeared.

Nature just gave up 

and started again.

We weren't even apes then.

We were just these smart little rodents hiding in the rocks.

And when we go,

Nature will start again,

with the bees probably.

Nature knows when to give up.

I'm not giving up.

If Joshua tricks them into launching an attack, it'll be your fault.

Falken :

My fault?

The whole point was to practice nuclear war without destroying ourselves.

To get the computers to learn from mistakes we couldn't make.

Except that I never could get Joshua to learn the most important lesson.

What's that?

Falken :

Futility. 

That there's a time 

when you should just give up.

What kind of lesson is that?

Falken :

Did you ever play tic-tac-toe?

Yeah. Of course.

Falken :

But you don't anymore. 

No.

Falken :

Why?

Because it's a boring game. 

It's always a tie.

Falken :

Exactly. There's no way to win.

The Game itself is pointless.

But back at the war room, they believe you can win a nuclear war

that there can be acceptable losses.

So you gave up?

Decided to play dead?

Falken :

For security reasons, 

they graciously arranged my death.

Did you know that no land animal with a body weight of over 50 pounds survived that age?

Extinction is part of 

The Natural Order.

[He turns off The Projection.]

Bullshit!

If we're extinguished, it's not natural. It's stupid.

Falken :

It's all right. I've planned ahead.

We're just three miles from a primary target.

A millisecond of brilliant light...

...and we're vaporized.

Much more fortunate than the millions who'll wander sightless through the smoldering aftermath.

We'll be spared 

The Horror of Survival.

I'm only 17 years old.

I'm not ready to die yet.

You won't make a simple phone call?

If the real Joshua were still alive, your Joshua, you'd do it.

Falken :

We might gain a few years, enough for you to have a son and watch him die.

But Humanity planning its own destruction…

that, a phone call won't stop.

This is unreal!

You don't care about death because you're already dead!

I know a lot about you. I know you weren't always like this.

What's the last thing you cared about?

Falken :

You've missed the last ferry.

You're welcome to stay.

You want to sleep on the floor?

Good night.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, we'll find a boat.

There's gotta be a boat.

What kind of asshole lives on an island and doesn't have a boat?

Maybe we can swim. 

How far do you think it is?

No, it's two, three miles, at least.

Maybe more.

What do you say? Let's go for it.

No. Come on.

No. I can't swim.

You can't swim?

I can't swim, OK, Wonder Woman?

What kind of asshole grows up in Seattle and doesn't learn to swim?

I never got around to it, OK?

I always thought there was gonna be plenty of time.

Sorry.

I wish I didn't know 

about any of this.

I wish I was like 

everybody else in the world.

And tomorrow it would just be over.

There wouldn't be any time to be sorry about anything.

Oh, Jesus.

I really wanted to learn how to swim.

I swear to God I did.

Did I tell you that next week...

...I was gonna be on TV?

You're kidding. No.

Just on that aerobics show with some girls from my dance class.

A movie star.

Yeah.

It's kind of stupid, huh?

Nobody would've been watching me anyway.

I would have.

Oh, Jesus!

The bastard turned us in!

Falken :

It's all right. Get in!

I Know a Lot About You.

This is unreal!

You don't care about Death 

because you're already DEAD!

I know a lot about you. 

I know you weren't always like this.

What's the last thing you cared about?

Bad Teacher :

Miss Mack, could you tell us your answer to question number four?

Why do nitrogen nodules cling to the roots of plants?

Jennifer Mack :

Um... Love?

(Laughter)

Bad Teacher :

Jennifer, what do you know 

about nitrogen nodules that we don't?

Some bit of salacious info to which you alone are privy?

Jennifer Mack :

No.

Bad Teacher :

I see. No, you didn't know the correct answer, symbiosis, because you don't pay attention in class.

Thank you.

Jennifer Mack :

You're welcome.

Bad Teacher :

There seems to be a lot of confusion on this next question: 

Asexual reproduction.

Could someone tell me, please, 

Who first suggested the idea 

of Reproduction without Sex?

(Laughter in the class)

Bad Teacher :

Miss Mack! 

What is so amusing?

Your Dirty Little Secret

ACE: 

Doctor! Doctor, where are you? 

I want to talk to you! 


Time’s Champion : 

Ace! What's the matter? 


ACE: 

Face-ache Matthews in there says 

this house is Gabriel Chase. 


Time’s Champion: 

So? 


ACE: 

It was all falling down 

last time I saw it in 1983. 

You tricked me! 

This is Perivale! 


(Two maids enter and Ace runs up the stairs. He follows her.) 


Time’s Champion: 

Ace!

Ace. 


ACE: 

It's True, isn't it. 

This is the house I told you about. 


Time’s Champion: 

You were thirteen. 

You climbed over The Wall for a dare. 


ACE: 

That's your surprise, isn't it, 

bringing me back here. 


Time’s Champion: 

Remind me what it was that you sensed 

when you entered this deserted house —

An aura of Intense Evil?

 
ACE: 

Don't you have things you hate? 


Time’s Champion: 

I can't stand burnt toast — 

I loathe bus stations; 

Terrible places, 

full of lost luggage and lost souls. 

ACE: 

I told you I never wanted 

to come back here again. 


Time’s Champion: 

….and then there's unrequited Love, 

and Tyranny, and Cruelty. 


ACE: 

Too right. 


Time’s Champion: 

We all have A Universe of 

Our Own Terrors to face. 


ACE: 

I face mine on my own terms!

Time’s Champion: 

But don't you want to know 

what happened here? 


ACE: 

No! 


Time’s Champion: 

You've learned something — 

something you didn't recognise when you were thirteen. 


ACE: 

Like what? 


Time’s Champion: 

The NATURE of The Horror 

that you sensed here. 


ACE: 

[having a Revelation]

….it’s alien!

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Come on, you. Come on.

Ken, you little bitch...

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Yes!

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

You're fucking good.

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Game Over.

Ah, well, I gotta go. 

Hey! Um...

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

How about we go again?

Play some more, you know?

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Fuck you, man.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

…..only if you want to.

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Dude, why are you 

being weird?

I'm not your fucking boyfriend.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Whoa, I... I didn't...

Henry Bowers :

What the fuck's going on here?

Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

You assholes didn't tell me 

Your Town is full of little fairies.

Henry Bowers :

Richie fucking Tozier?

What? You're trying to bone 

my little cousin?

Get the fuck out of here, faggot!

Fucking move!

Paul Bunyan :

Want a kiss, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13:

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.

I think I just shit my pants.

Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Canal Days Festival. 

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Shit.

Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Closing performance is tonight.

Hope to see you there, handsome.

The Clown :

Did you miss me, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Oh, fuck!

The Clown :

'Cause I've missed you.

No one wants to play 

with The Clown anymore.

Play A Game with me, would ya?

How about Street Fighter?

Oh, yes. You like that one, don't you?

Or maybe Truth or Dare?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Jesus.

The Clown :

Oh, you wouldn't want anyone 

to pick "Truth," though, 

would ya, Richie?

You wouldn't want anyone to know 

what you're hiding.

♪ I know your secret ♪

♪ Your dirty, little secret ♪

♪ Oh, I know your secret ♪

♪ Your dirty, little secret ♪ 

Should I tell them, Richie?

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

This isn't happening. 

This isn't real.

It isn't real. 

It isn't happening. 

It isn't real.

The Clown :

Come back and play!

Come back and play 

with The Clown!

“Uh, I don't normally read a lot of fiction anymore. 

I haven't for several years, 

but a couple of days ago, 

someone sent me the new Stephen King book. 

You know, 

I started reading his books 

when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. 

People have always undervalued him. 

You know, they look at him as this, um, hack. 

This hack writer who churns out horror novels. 

In all of his books at The End, 

he always addresses The Reader. 

You know, he thanks you 

for going on this voyage with him, 

and so I wanted to read it to you :

“All right, I think we've been down here in The Dark long enough.

There's a whole other world upstairs. 

Take my hand, constant reader, 

and I'll be happy to lead you back into The Sunshine. 

I'm happy to go there 

because I believe most people are essentially Good. 

I know that I am. 

It's you I'm not entirely sure of." 

— Stephen King 

& Damian Echols

…..and Then, The Shapeshifting Began

Bad Business, that.

The Technique of Venetian Geopolitics,

of The Empire, is as follows :

You pretend to be someone’s friend —

You use that friendship 

to find out

What They WANT.

And then, you give it to them :

If it’s Money, you pay them that,

if it’s Sex, you arrange for that —

Drugs, Booze, Gambling,

Whatever it is, you provide it to them.

And they become loyal to you, 

not so much because they fear exposure, 

or because you have the goods on them,

and are in a position to blackmail them 

(although you can, and you are) —

But because by betraying you, 

or being disloyal to you —

They will loose access to

These Things That They LIKE.

And so, You corrupt Them.

It's Bad Business.

The SS will manage certain industries itself inside Plaszow.

A metalworks, brush factory,

another for reprocessing 

Jewish clothing from the ghettos 

for use by bombed-out families back home.

But it's Private Industry 

like yours that stands to benefit most

by moving inside The Wire of

Commandant Amon Goeth's camp...

Oskar Schindler :

No, no, no. Sit, sit. 

Julian, how are you?

Good to see you, my friend.

Oskar Schindler.

Leo John.

Oskar Schindler :

Franz, good to see you.

Hello, Oskar.

Glad you could join us.

Oskar Schindler :

My Pleasure. 

Julius. How are you?

You lost weight.

Only in the shoulders.

Please, everybody, sit down.

Oskar Schindler :

How are you doing?

Oskar Schindler.

We started without you.

Oskar Schindler :

Fine. I miss anything good?

I was explaining to Herr Bosch

and Herr Madritsch 

some of the benefits of moving

their factories into Plaszow.

Oskar Schindler :

I meant the food.

Since your labor is housed on-site,

it's available to you at all times.

You can work them all night if you want.

Your factory policies,

whatever they've been in the past,

they'll continue to be.

They'll be respected.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

I have to know,

where do you get a suit like that?

What is that? Is that silk?

Oskar Schindler :

Of course.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Ja. It has a nice sheen about it.

Oskar Schindler :

Thank you.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Very nice.

Oskar Schindler :

I'd say I'd get you one, 

but the man who made it 

is probably dead. I don’t know.

•••••

Oskar Schindler :

I go to work the other day.

Nobody's there.

Nobody tells me about this. 

I have to find out.

I have to go in.

Everybody's gone.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

No. No.

They're not Gone. 

They're Here.

They're mine! Every day that

goes by, I'm losing money.

Every worker that is

shot costs me money.

I have to find somebody else.

I have to train them.

We are going to be making so much money

that none of this is going to matter.

It's Bad Business.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Thank You.

Leave The Bottle.

Take that.

Lena, Thank You.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Scherner told me 

something else about you.

Oskar Schindler :

Yeah? What's that?

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

That you know the meaning

of the word "gratitude."

That it's not some vague thing 

with you like it is with others.

You want to stay where you are.

You've got things going on The Side.

Things are Good.

You don't want anybody

telling you What to Do.

I can understand all that, 

you know. I know you.

What you want is your own sub-camp.

Do you have any idea what is involved?

The paperwork alone,

and then you've got to

build the fucking thing.

Getting the fucking permits is

enough to drive you crazy.

Then The Engineers show up, 

they stand around, they argue about 

drainage, foundations, codes, 

exact specifications, 

parallel fences four kilometers long, 

1,200 kilograms of barbed wire, 

6,000 kilograms of electrified fences, 

ceramic insulators, 

three cubic meters of air space per prisoner.

I'm telling you, 

you want to shoot somebody. 

I've been through it, you know? 

I know.

Oskar Schindler :

Well, you know. 

You've been through it.

You could make things easier for me.

I'd be grateful.

Messy, Sexual and Difficult

Alexander Hamilton (to Burr) : 

God, I wish there was A War! 

Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for...

Kneel before Me. 

I said KNEEL! 

Is •not• this SIMPLER? 

Is this •not• Your Natural State? 

It's The Unspoken Truth of Humanity, 

that you crave Subjugation. 

The bright lure of Freedom 

diminishes your Life's Joy 

in a mad scramble for Power, 

for IDENTITY. 

You were •made• to be RULED. 

In The End, you will •always• kneel.

From Alexander Hamilton to Edward Stevens, 11 November 1769

To Edward Stevens

St Croix Novemr. 11th 1769

Dear Edward

This just serves to acknowledge receipt of yours per Cap Lowndes which was delivered me Yesterday. The truth of Cap Lightbourn & Lowndes information is now verifyd by the Presence of your Father and Sister for whose safe arrival I Pray, and that they may convey that Satisfaction to your Soul that must naturally flow from the sight of Absent Friends in health, and shall for news this way refer you to them. As to what you say respecting your having soon the happiness of seeing us all, I wish, for an accomplishment of your hopes provided they are Concomitant with your welfare, otherwise not, tho doubt whether I shall be Present or not for to confess my weakness, Ned, my Ambition is prevalent that I contemn the grov’ling and condition of a Clerk or the like, to which my Fortune &c. condemns me and would willingly risk my life tho’ not my Character to exalt my Station. Im confident, Ned that my Youth excludes me from any hopes of immediate Preferment nor do I desire it, but I mean to prepare the way for futurity. Im no Philosopher you see and may be jusly said to Build Castles in the Air. My Folly makes me ashamd and beg youll Conceal it, yet Neddy we have seen such Schemes successfull when the Projector is Constant I shall Conclude saying I wish there was a War.

I am   Dr Edward   Yours

Alex Hamilton

PS   I this moment receivd yours by William Smith and am pleasd to see you Give such Close Application to Study.

“It isn’t just that the self-appointed organizers of the ‘gay community’ have a particular view of politics. They also have a specific view of the alleged responsibilities that being gay brings with it. 

In 2013 the novelist Bret Easton Ellis was reprimanded and banned from the annual media awards dinner by the gay organization GLAAD. 

He had been found guilty of tweeting views about the asinine nature of gay television characters that GLAAD said ‘the gay community had responded negatively to’.

This censorious tone – the prim schoolmaster tone – is the same one Pink News unleashed with a straight face in 2018, with its list of ten ‘dos and don’ts’ for straight people on ‘how they should behave in gay bars’.

In all of these cases the normal instinct is to say ‘Just who the hell do you think you are?’ 

But after his reprimand for wrong-think Ellis managed to sum up what had become a whole part of the new gay problem. 

This was, as he said, that we had come to live in ‘The reign of The Gay Man as Magical Elf, who whenever he comes out appears before us as some kind of saintly E.T. whose sole purpose is to be put in the position of reminding us only about Tolerance and Our Own Prejudices and To Feel Good About Ourselves and to be A Symbol.’

The reign of the magical gay elf has indeed been settled for the time being as one of the acceptable ways in which society has made its peace with homosexuality. 

Gays can now marry like everybody, else can pretend that they have children in exactly the same way as everybody else, and in general prove – as Dustin Lance Black and Tom Daley do on their YouTube channel – that gays are unthreatening people who actually spend their lives being cute and making cupcakes. 

As Ellis wrote, ‘The Sweet and Sexually Unthreatening and Super-Successful Gay is supposed to be destined to transform The Hets into noble gay-loving protectors – as long as the gay in question isn’t messy or sexual or difficult.’

The former enfant terrible of American fiction had put his finger on something here.”