That's Why it's Been Left up to Me and Me and Me.

Well, I'll Do My Best, 

but I can't make any promises. 

In that case, you'd better consult those 

All-Powerful superiors 

of yours for their advice.

Oh, I don't think that'd 

do any good --

At The Moment They're far 

from being All-Powerful. 

That's why it's been left up 

to Me and Me and Me.

Doctor Who - The Day of the Doctor - 

This time there's three of us

The Moment : 

You wanted a big red button.

(A red, rose-like button stands on 

a stalk above the Moment box.)

The Moment : 

One big bang, No More Time Lords. 

No More Daleks. Are you sure?

The Warrior : 

I was sure when I came in here. 

There is No Other Way.

The Moment : 

You've seen the men you will become.

The Warrior : 

Those men. Extraordinary.

The Moment : 

They were you.

The Warrior : 

No. They are 

The Doctor.

The Moment : 

You're The Doctor, too.

The Warrior : 

No. Great Men are forged in Fire. 

It is the privilege of lesser Men 

to Light The Flame, 

whatever The Cost.

(His hand hesitates over The Button as he

 recalls the sound of children's laughter.)

The Moment : 

You know the sound The TARDIS makes..?

 That wheezing, groaning. 

That sound brings Hope 

wherever it goes.

The Warrior : 

Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

The Moment : 

To anyone who hears it, Doctor. 

Anyone, however lost.

VWORPP! VWORPP! 

(and, in Stereo, as well..!)

VWORPP! VWORPP! 

The Moment : 

Even you.

(Two TARDISes park themselves in The Barn. 

Enter The Doctors and Clara.)

CLARA: 

I told you -- He hasn't done it yet.

The Warrior : 

Go away now, all of you. 

This is for Me.

Perfect-10 : 

These events should be Time-locked. 

We shouldn't even be here.

The Chin : 

So something let us through.

The Moment : 

You clever boys.

The Warrior : 

Go back. Go back to Your Lives. 

Go and Be The Doctor 

that I could never be. 

Make it worthwhile.

Perfect-10 : 

All those years, burying you 

in My Memory.

The Chin : 

Pretending you didn't exist. 

Keeping you A Secret, even from myself.

Perfect-10 : 

Pretending you weren't The Doctor, 

when you were The Doctor 

more than anybody else.

The Chin : 

You were The Doctor on The Day 

it wasn't possible to get it right.

Perfect-10 : 

But this time...

The Chin : 

....You don't have to do it alone.

(They put their hands 

on The Button together.)

The Warrior : 

Thank you.

Perfect-10 : 

What We Do today is not 

out of fear or hatred. 

It is done because 

there is No Other Way.

The Chin : 

And it is done In The Name 

of the many lives we are 

failing to Save.

(He glances over at Clara, 

who shakes her head,

in the corner of his eye.)

The Chin : 

....what? 

What is it? What....?

CLARA: 

Nothing.

The Chin : 

No, it's something. Tell me.

CLARA: 

You told me you wiped out 

Your Own People. I just.... 

I never pictured you 

doing it, that's all.

The Moment :

 Take a closer look.

(It suddenly goes dark.)

CLARA: 

What's happening?

The Warrior : 

Nothing. It's a projection.

The Moment : 

It's The Reality around you.

(They are seeing Gallifrey at War.)

CLARA: 

...These are the people you're going to burn?

Perfect-10 : 

There isn't anything we can do.

The Chin : 

He's right. There isn't another way. 

There never was. Either I 

Destroy My Own People or 

let The Universe burn.

CLARA: 

Look at You. The Three of You. 

The Warrior, The Hero, and You.

The Chin : 

And What am I?

CLARA: 

Have you really forgotten?

The Chin : 

Yes. Maybe, yes.

CLARA: 

We've got enough Warriors. 

Any old idiot can Be a Hero.

The Chin :
Then What Do I Do?

CLARA: 

What you've always done. Be a Doctor. 

You told me The Name You Chose was 

A Promise -- What was The Promise?

(The Fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)

Perfect-10 : 

Never Cruel or Cowardly.

The Warrior : 

Never give up, never give in.

(The images vanish.)

Perfect-10 : 

You're not actually suggesting that we 

change Our Own Personal History?

The Chin : 

We change History all the time. 

I'm suggesting far worse.

The Warrior : 

What, exactly?

The Chin : 

Gentlemen, I have had 

four hundred years to think about 

this -- I've changed My Mind.

(He sonics The Big Red Button 

back into The Moment Box.)

The Warrior : 

There's still a billion billion Daleks 

up there, attacking.

The Chin : 

Yeah, there is. There is.

Perfect-10 : 

But there's something those billion 

billion Daleks don't know.

The Chin : 

Because if they did, they'd probably 

send for reinforcements.

CLARA: 

What? What don't they know?

The Chin : 

This time, there's Three of Us.

The Warrior : 

Oh! Oh, yes, that is good. 

That is brilliant!

Perfect-10 : 

Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too! 

That is brilliant!

The Chin : 

Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking 

about it for centuries.

The Warrior : 

She didn't just show me any old future, 

she showed me exactly 

The Future I needed to see.

The Moment : 

Now you're getting it.

The Chin : 

Eh? Who did?

The Warrior : 

Oh, Bad Wolf girl, 

I could kiss you.

The Moment : 

Yup, that's going to Happen.

Perfect-10 : 

Sorry, did you just say 'Bad Wolf'?

CLARA: 

So what are we doing? 

What's The Plan?

The Warrior : 

The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

Perfect-10 :

 The SkyTrench is holding, 

but What if the whole planet 

just disappeared?

CLARA: 

Tiny bit of an ask.

Perfect-10 : 

The Daleks would be 

firing on each other. 

They'd destroy themselves 

in their own crossfire.

The Warrior : 

Gallifrey would be gone, 

The Daleks would be destroyed, 

and it would look to 

The Rest of The Universe 

as if they'd annihilated each other.

CLARA: 

But where would Gallifrey be?

Perfect-10 : 

Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, 

safe and hidden away.

The Chin : 

Exactly.

The Warrior : 

Like A Painting.

Jack Parsons/Captain Marvel/ Jor-El :

Could be A Warning -- 

To show Us What's 

Going to Happen.

A sort of... remote camera 

view of The Future....

So that We can 

CHANGE it.

Someone Has FINALLY

Shown-up to Tell Us :

I Think it's Time We Stood-up 

for What We ARE.

Sleight of Hand

prince of darkness best scene

Opening The Eye of Harmony

The New Doctor -- 

He's So Young. Hm.

Fascinating. See that? 

That's the retinal structure of The Human Eye! 

The Doctor is Half-Human! No Wonder....!

The Shining (1980) - Jack Enters into Room 237

" The opening sound is from the great funeral mass, Dies Irae, which is the day of judgment, which announces, "This is going to be a funeral. 

"This is going to be about 

A Judgment on The Human Race." 

It's about The Past. 

But I think I remembered that my impression from the opening scene in which that astonishing helicopter shot gives you a totally creepy feeling. You're looking at great, beautiful nature, but you know you're following something. You're, like, flying along on top of this little, tiny, insignificant car. 

It's the ultimate point of view shot without telling you who the point of view is. 

If you want to stop and think about it, you think, 'This is a helicopter shot" 

But for the general audience, all you know is that you are like a ghost. 

You are like an angel. 

You are like something that flies with supernatural abilities across the landscape of the planet. 

And the soundtrack had that skittering... I can't imitate it... but that skittering music that sounded to me... and I was conscious of this the first time I saw the movie... like the thousands of voices from The Past. 

"The Cloud of Witness," as the phrase is in... Dorothy Sayers uses it as the title for some story. The Cloud of Witness, all the ghosts from The Past; And I didn't know. 

Were these the voices of the many crowds of aliens or of ghosts or... 

I didn't know what. 

But already that skittering, high music with that follow shot across the lake and then across the car itself, it was the ultimate in spooky because you had the feeling this car is being followed and it doesn't know it, and we're following it. 

I mean, I could go on for a long time about the symbolism of that with regard to what The Shining really is. 

And The Shining, as we come to understand it, is seeing through all the layers of history and the horrors of history, even autobiographically in that scene where Grady and Jack talk in the blood-red men's room and Grady says, 

"Your Son has a very great talent. 

I don't think you realise 

how great it is. 

He's a very willful boy." 

And Jack says, 

"Yes, he is...

A very willful boy.”

“Did you know, 

Mr. Torrance, 

that Your Son 

is attempting to bring 

An Outside Party 

into this situation?” 

That's Kubrick. 

What he's trying to do is bring The Audience and Humanity into this situation. 

In this movie, he is trying to get through to us all... the human race in the movie theaters watching this... that we are doing these things but don't see it, that we are committing these horrendous things over and over again and then forgetting them... which is... of course, he represents many, many times in the movie... by having characters seem to know something and then not know it and forget it. 

You, uh, chopped your wife and daughter up into little bits. I don't have any recollection of that at all. 

That's like The Human Race. 

We commit atrocities and then forget it.

He's planning to 

TAKE My Body --

so that He will Live 

and I will Die! 

Oh, no! No!!

He has opened 

The Eye of Harmony.

The power source at 

The Heart of The TARDIS.

The TARDIS is My Ship, 

it carries me through Time and Space. 

T-A-R-D-I-S. 

It stands for 

Time and Relative 

Dimension In Space.

He wasn't Dead. It's A Trap. 

Don't you see? It's A Trap. 

He wants me to look into the Eye. 

If I look into The Eye of Harmony, My Soul will be Destroyed 

and He will take My Body!

If The Eye of Harmony isn't closed, 

This Planet will be sucked THROUGH it! 

Grace, I need to fix the timing mechanism 

on The TARDIS and close The Eye. 

I need an atomic clock. 

Grace, please, help me find one.

The Eye of Harmony is Open. 

If I don't close it, 

get My TARDIS

and The Master 

off This Planet, 

This PLANET 

will no longer EXIST!

Grace, we have until midnight.

I shall prove that 

The Eye of Harmony is open. 

Look at this —

You see? Already the molecular structure of The Planet is changing.

At first in subtle ways, but soon in catastrophic ways.

By midnight tonight, 

This Planet will be pulled inside out.

(It is now 9 P.M.)

There will be nothing left.

I Didn't Teach Him THAT Part...!!

The Elephant Man - 23rd Psalm Scene

"....I didn't teach him THAT part...!!"

Under-Standing

Well, This is 

How The World Works.

All Energy flows 

according

to the whims of 

The Great Magnet.

What a fool I was 

to defy Him.

I was going back to Vegas.

I had no choice.

I had to get rid of the Shark.

Too many people might recognize it,

especially the Vegas police.

Luckily, my credit card

was still technically valid.

Now this was a superior machine.

Ten grand worth of gimmicks

and high-priced special effects.

The rear windows leapt up with a touch

like frogs in a dynamite pond.

The dashboard was full of esoteric

lights and dials and meters …

that I would never understand.

If the pigs were gathering in Vegas …

I felt the drug culture

should be represented as well.

And there was a certain bent appeal

in the notion of running a savage burn …

on one Las Vegas hotel …

and then just wheeling across town

and checking into another.

Me and a thousand ranking cops

from all over America.

Why not move confidently

into their midst?

Welcome to the Flamingo Hotel, sir.

Sir?

Yeah, hi. Right. Okay.

Let me stay in your arms

I'm addicted to your charms

You're gettin' to be a habit with me

I used to think your love

was something that I

Could take

- Or leave alone

- My arrival was badly timed.

But now I couldn't do

without my supply

I need you for my own

This here model is one

that we had to use …

when we took on them little peckerheads

down there at Kent State.

This baby here -

I'm a police chief from Michigan.

Look, fella, I have explained to you.

I have this postcard which says that

I have a reservation in this hotel.

I'm very sorry, sir,

but you're on the late list.

- So your reservation has been

transferred to … - It's okay.

The … Moonlight Motel …

which is just out

on Paradise Boulevard.

We've already paid

for our goddamn room!

It's actually a very fine place of lodging,

and it's only 16 blocks from here.

It has a pool, sauna, steam.

You listen to me,

you filthy little faggot!

I want a manager

down here now! Now!

Because I'm sick of listening

to your dog shit!

I am … very sorry, sir.

- Get off of me! Get away from me!

- Can I call you a cab?

Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!

Of course, I could hear what

the clerk was really saying.

Listen, you fuzzy little shithead!

I've been fucked around in my time

by a fairly good cross section

of mean-tempered, rule-crazy cops

and now — it's My Turn.

So fuck you, Officer:

I'm in Charge.

Hey, listen, I really hate to interrupt

but I wonder if I could slide on through and get out of your way.

The Name is ‘Raoul Duke’. 

I think my attorney made the reservations.

Duke, Raoul.

Certainly, sir.

My bags - My bags are out there

in that white Cadillac convertible there.

Maybe somebody could

bring it to the room for me.

Oh, yeah, uh, let me get

a quart of Wild Turkey …

two-fifths of Bacardi …

some ice for the room, and let's see

You just calm down!

Shit, let's try some lime chunks.

What do you think?

I Say okay.

You don't worry about a thing.

Now, calm down.

You don't hesitate to call me - Sven.

All right, Sven.

Thank you very much.

- You - You -

- I know, I know, I know.

It's hideous. You're gonna

be fine, though. You're doing well.

I'll see you later.

Wait. Don't touch it.

Good night. Pardon me. 

Bye, Sven.

Look what you did!

Look what you did!

Goddamn you, we wouldn't stay

in this hotel if you begged us!

Magic Moments

When two hearts are caring

Magic moments

Memories we've been sharing

Home, sweet home.

What kind of sick shit -

Oh, shit!

Shit. What the fuck?

Stop, stop, stop.

She's biting my leg off!

You degenerate pig. Please!

Can't be helped.

My fucking leg!

That's "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds."

Lucy, be cool, goddamn it.

Remember what happened

at the airport, okay? Come on.

No more of that, okay?

That's my client, Lucy.

That's Mr. Duke, the famous journalist.

He's paying for this suite, Lucy.

Get Out, Before it's Too Late

ALIEN Nostromo destruct sequence

The Covenant of The Ark, and 

The Ark of The Covenant

“See, I keep meeting these people... 

I mean, just a few days ago... 

I met this man whom I greatly admire. He's a Swedish physicist. Gustav Bjornstrand. And he told me that he no longer watches Television... he doesn't read newspapers, and he doesn't read magazines. 

He's completely cut them out of his life... because he really DOES feel that we're living in some kind of Orwellian nightmare now... and that everything that you hear now contributes to turning you into A Robot. 

And when I was at Findhorn, i met this extraordinary English tree expert, who had devoted his life to saving trees. Just got back from Washington, lobbying to save the redwoods.

He's 84 years old, and he always travels with a backpack... 'cause he never knows where he's gonna be tomorrow. 

And when I met him at Findhorn, he said to me, "Where are you from?" 

I said, "New York." 

He said, "Ah, New York. Yes, that's a very interesting place — Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave, but never do?" 

And I said, "Oh, yes." 

And he said, "Why do you think they don't leave?" 

I gave him different banal theories. 

He said,"Oh, I don't think it's that way at all." 

He said, "I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where The Camp has been built by The Inmates themselves and The Inmates are The Guards, and They have this Pride in This Thing They've Built. 

They've built their own prison.And so they exist in a state of schizophrenia where They are both guards and prisoners. 

And as a result, they no longer have, having been lobotomized the capacity to leave The Prison They've made or to even to See it as A Prison." 

And then he went into his pocket, and he took out A Seed for A Tree and he said, "This is A Pine Tree." 

He put it in my hand and he said,  "Escape, before it's too late." 

See, actually, for two or three years now, Chiquita and I have had this very unpleasant feeling that we really should get out. 

We really feel like Jews in Germany in the late '30s. Get out of here. 

Of course, the problem is where to go. 

'Cause it seems quite obvious that the whole world is going in the same direction. See, I think it's quite possible that the 1960s... represented the last burst of the human being before he was extinguished... and that this is the beginning of the rest of the future, now... and that from now on there'll simply be all these robots walking around... feeling nothing, thinking nothing. And there'll be nobody left almost to remind them... that there once was a species called a human being... with feelings and thoughts... and that history and memory are right now being erased... and soon nobody will really remember... that life existed on the planet. Now, of course, Bjornstrand feels that there's really almost no hope... and that we're probably going back to a very savage... lawless, terrifying period. 

Findhorn people see it a little differently. 

They're feeling that there'll be these pockets of light... springing up in different parts of the world... and that these will be, in a way, invisible planets on this planet... and that as we, or the world, grow colder... we can take invisible space journeys to these different planets... refuel for what it is we need to do on the planet itself... and come back. 

And it's their feeling that there have to be centers now... where people can come and reconstruct a new future for the world. And when I was talking to, Gustav Bjornstrand... he was saying that actually these centers are growing up everywhere now... and that what they're trying to do, which is what Findhorn was trying to do... and, in a way, what I was trying to do... I mean, these things can't be given names... but in a way, these are all attempts at creating a new kind of school... or a new kind of Monastery. 

And Bjornstrand talks about the concept of "reserves" islands of safety where history can be remembered... and the human being can continue to function... in order to maintain the species through A Dark Age. 

In other words, we're talking about an underground... which did exist in a different way during the Dark Ages... among the mystical orders of the church. And the purpose of this underground... is to find out how to preserve the light, life, the culture... how to keep things living, You see, I keep thinking that what we need... is a new language... a language of the heart... a language, as in the Polish forest, where language wasn't needed. Some kind of language between people that is a new kind of poetry... that's the poetry of the dancing bee that tells us where the honey is. And I think that in order to create that language... you're going to have to learn how you can go through a looking glass... into another kind of perception... where you have that sense of being united to all things... 

and suddenly you understand everything.”

Opening Scene (Escape from New York - 1981)

1988

The Crime Rate in the United States Rises 

Four Hundred Percent. 

1991

Manhattan Island 

The once-great city of New York 

becomes the one maximum-security prison 

for the entire country.

A fifty-foot containment wall 

is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, 

across The Harlem River, 

and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. 

It completely surrounds 

Manhattan Island. 

All bridges and waterways are mined. 

The United States Police Force, 

like an army, 

is encamped around The Island. 

There are no guards inside The Prison : 

only Prisoners and The Worlds 

They have Made. 

The Rules are Simple : 

Once You Go In, 

You Don't Come Out. 

Lion Taming

monty pythons and now for ... Lion Tamer

As the sketch opens, 

Voices can be heard singing :

Vocational guidance counsellor ... 

vocational guidance counsellor ... 

vocational guidance counsellor ... 

etc. 

Office set. 

Man sitting at desk. 

Mr Anchovy is standing waiting. 

The Counsellor looks at his watch then starts The Sketch.

Counsellor :

Ah Mr Anchovy. 

Do sit down.

Anchovy: 

Thank you. Take the weight off the feet, eh?

Counsellor: 

Yes, yes.

Anchovy: 

Lovely weather for 

the time of year, I must say.

Counsellor: 

Enough of this gay banter — 

And now Mr Anchovy, you asked us to advise you which job in life you were best suited for.

Anchovy: 

That is correct, yes.

Counsellor: 

Well I now have the results here of the interviews and the aptitude tests that you took last week, and from them we've built up a pretty clear picture 

of the sort of person that you are —

And I think I can say, 

without fear of contradiction, 

that the ideal job for you 

is Chartered Accountancy.

Anchovy: 

But I am a chartered accountant.

Counsellor: Jolly good. Well back to the office with you then.

Anchovy: No! No! No! You don't understand. I've been a chartered accountant for the last twenty years. I want a new job. 

Something exciting that will let me live.

Counsellor: 

Well chartered accountancy 

is rather exciting isn't it?

Anchovy: 

Exciting? No it's not. It's Dull. 

Dull. Dull. My God it's Dull, 

it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL.

Counsellor: Well, er, yes Mr Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy they are a positive boon.

Anchovy: But don't you see, I came here to find a new job, a new life, a new meaning to my existence. Can't you help me?

Counsellor: Well, do you have any idea of what you want to do?

Anchovy: Yes, yes I have.

Counsellor: What?

Anchovy: (boldly) 

Lion Taming.

Counsellor: 

Well yes. Yes. 

Of course, it's a bit of a jump isn't it? 

I mean, er, chartered accountancy 

to Lion Taming in one go. 

You don't think it might be better 

if you worked your way towards 

Lion Taming, say, via Banking?

Anchovy: 

No, no, no, no. 

No. I don't want to wait. 

At nine o'clock tomorrow I want to be in there, taming.

Counsellor: Fine, fine. But do you, do you have any qualifications?

Anchovy: Yes, I've got a hat.

Counsellor: A hat?

Anchovy: Yes, a hat. A lion taming hat. A hat with 'lion tamer' on it. I got it at Harrods. 

And it lights up saying 'lion tamer' in great big neon letters, so that you can tame them after dark when they're less stroppy.

Counsellor: 

I see, I see.

Anchovy: 

And you can switch it off during the day time, and claim reasonable wear and tear as allowable professional expenses under paragraph 335C...

Counsellor: 

Yes, yes, yes, I do follow, Mr Anchovy, but you see the snag is... if I now call Mr Chipperfield and say to him, 'look here, I've got a forty-five-year-old chartered accountant with me who wants to become a lion tamer', his first question is not going to be 'does he have his own hat?' He's going to ask what sort of experience you've had with lions.

Anchovy: Well I... I've seen them at the zoo.

Counsellor: Good, good, good.

Anchovy: Lively brown furry things with short stumpy legs and great long noses. I don't know what all the fuss is about, I could tame one of those. They look pretty tame to start with.

Counsellor: And these, er, these lions, how high are they?

Anchovy: (indicating a height of one foot) Well they're about so high, you know. They don't frighten me at all.

Counsellor: Really. And do these lions eat ants?

Anchovy: Yes, that's right.

Counsellor: Er, well, Mr Anchovy, I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater.

Anchovy: A what?

Counsellor: An anteater. Not a lion. You see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, running forty miles per hour, with masses of sharp pointed teeth and nasty long razor-sharp claws that can rip your belly open before you can say 'Eric Robinson', and they look like this.

(The counsellor produces large picture of a lion and shows to Mr Anchovy who screams and passes out.)

Counsellor: Time enough I think for a piece of wood.

(CAPTION: 'THE LARCH')

Voice Over: (Terry Jones) The larch.

(Cut back to office: Mr Anchovy sits up with a start.)

Counsellor: Now, shall I call Mr Chipperfield?

Anchovy: Er, no, no, no. I think your idea of making the transition to lion taming via easy stages, say via insurance...

Counsellor: Or banking.

Anchovy: Or banking, yes, yes, banking that's a man's life, isn't it? Banking, travel, excitement, adventure, thrills, decisions affecting people's lives.

Counsellor: Jolly good, well, er, shall I put you in touch with a bank?

Anchovy: Yes.

Counsellor: Fine.

Anchovy: No, no, no. Look, er, it's a big decision, I'd like a couple of weeks to think about it... er... you know, don't want to jump into it too quickly. Maybe three weeks. I could let you know definitely then, I just don't want to make this definite decision. I'm er... (continues muttering nervously to himself)

Counsellor: (turning to camera) Well this is just one of the all too many cases on our books of chartered accountancy. The only way that we can fight this terrible debilitating social disease, is by informing the general public of its consequences, by showing young people that it's just not worth it. So, so please... give generously... to this address:

The League for Fighting Chartered Accountancy,

55 Lincoln House, Basil Street,

London, SW3.

(Cut back to David Unction reading 'Physique' magazine. He puts it into brown paper bag.)

Unction: Oh, well that was fun wasn't it?

(Cut to helmeted Viking.)

Viking: No it wasn't, you fairy.

(Cut back to Unction.)

Unction: (sarcastically) Oh, hello sailor,

(Cut to Viking.)

Viking: Here, you wouldn't have got on one of our voyages - they were all dead butch.

(Cut to Unction.)

Unction: (camply) Oh that's not what I've heard.