Friday, 1 April 2022

Full-Brainiac







[Fajo's den]
(Data is trying to get into the wall safe when -) 


VARRIA
If I help you escape, 
will you take me with you? 
He's sleeping, 
and there isn't much time.


DATA
The consequences if we are caught 
—

VARRIA
I know the consequences. 
Fourteen years. 
You learn a few things. 
There's an escape pod 
in the aft cargo bay. 


(She opens the safe and takes the disruptor)

[Jovis Cargo bay]

DATA
Perhaps I should attempt to communicate with the Enterprise. 


VARRIA
You can't. Fajo has 
communications access 
restricted to The Bridge. 

Once we're out, the shuttlepod will emit an emergency beacon. 

We'll just have to hope 
somebody responds before 
Fajo is able to destroy us. 


DATA
I am trained in evasive manoeuvres. 


VARRIA
We'll need a few. Let's get going. 
As soon as I start 
the escape sequence, 
an alarm will sound. 
We won't have much time. 


(Data gets in The Pod, Varria goes to a control station and presses buttons. The alarm sounds, a man runs in. She points the disrupter at him, then is jumped from behind by another crewman and disarmed. Man number one cancels the sequence while Data rescues Varria. Data ends up throwing both men across the bay. They go to start again, when Fajo enters. The disrupter is lying on the floor. Varria dives for it but lands short. Fajo aims another disrupter at her. For a moment, he starts to turn away, then fires. Varria screams for several seconds before she finally disintegrates. Data comes out of the pod) 


FAJO
It's your fault. 
You knew the price 
for disobedience. 
And so did she. 

Well, there's always 
another Varria.

(Data picks up the disrupter and points it at Fajo) 


FAJO
You won't hurt me. 
Fundamental respect 
for all living beings. 
That is what you said. 
I'm a living beingtherefore 
you can't harm me. 


DATA
You will surrender yourself 
to The Authorities. 


FAJO
Or what? You'll fire? 
Empty threat and 
we both know it. 

Why don't you 
accept your fate

You will return to your chair 
and you will sit there. 

You will entertain me 
and you will entertain 
my guests

And if you do not, 
I will simply kill 
Somebody Else

Him, perhaps. It doesn't matter. 
Their blood will be 
on your hands too, 
just like poor Varria's. 

Your only alternative, Data, 
is to fire. Murder me. 

That's all you have to do. 
Go ahead. Fire. 
If only you could feel 
rage over Varria's death. 
If only you could feel 
the need for revenge
then maybe you could fire. 

But you're just an android. 
You can't feel anything, can you? 
It's just another interesting intellectual puzzle for you. 
Another of life's curiosities. 



Data Does The Calculation.


DATA
I cannot permit this 
to continue. 


(He levels the disrupter at Fajo again) 


FAJO
Wait. Your programme 
won't allow you to fire. 
You cannot fire. No. 


(A transporter beam takes hold of Data)

[Transporter room]

O'BRIEN
I'm reading a weapon 
in transit with Commander Data. 
It seems to have 
discharged, sir. 


RIKER
Discharged? 


O'BRIEN
I'm deactivating it. 


RIKER
Welcome back, Mister Data. 
Are you all right? 


DATA: 
Yes, Commander. 
Please arrange to take Kivas Fajo 
into custody on charges 
of murder, kidnapping, theft. 


RIKER
The arrangements have 
already been made. 


DATA
A Varon-T disruptor. 
It belongs to Fajo. 


RIKER
Mister O'Brien says the weapon 
was in a state of discharge. 


DATA
Perhaps something occurred during transport, Commander.

[Brig]

FAJO
Oh, have you come to see me to repent? 
Is this your final satisfaction? 
Want to see me beg for mercy? 
You're not going to get any of that from me. 

DATA
I expected nothing. 

FAJO
Our roles are reversed, 
aren't they, Data? 
You're The Collector now. 
Me, I'm in A Cage. 


DATA
So it seems. 


FAJO
Just don't count me out too quickly. 
I had you in my collection once. 
I can have you there again. 

DATA
Unlikely, sir. 
Your collection has been confiscated. 
All of your stolen possessions are being returned to their rightful owners. 
You have lost everything 
you value. 


FAJO: 
It must give you great pleasure. 


DATA
No, sir, it does not. 
I do not feel pleasure. 
I am only an android.

Thursday, 31 March 2022

Don't Sweat it, We Good. We Got You.



When I was your age, 
I used to have to fight every day.

If it wasn't The Ku Klux Klan 
or The Police or The White boys 
from the next town, 
somebody was always 
beating on me for something.

And I ain't HAD no Daddy 
to Stand in Their Way.
This World ain't never had 
no respect for Richard Williams.

But they gonna respect y'all.
They gonna respect y'all.



There are Four scenes in which Richard Williams 
comes into conflict or encounters 
the local street gang in Compton, 
harassing him and His Daughters 
on The Tennis Courts —

The first time, they are verbally harassing 
his middle daughter, Tunde, The Valedictorian, 
who is sitting on the court, studying —

He confronts the one who did it, 
a boy named ‘Roc’,
gets his face punched 
and turns the other cheek;

Roc :
How you doing? 
I'm sorry, what's your name, mama?
You ain't gotta act like that, love.
We just trying to talk to you, that's all.

Richard Williams :
Tunde! Pick your things up, 
get your sisters, 
go ahead to the bus.

Roc :
You Tunde? 
That's your name?

Hey, the homie said 
he wanna talk to you.

Roc :
But, Tunde, you ain't gotta 
be acting like that, love.

Richard Williams :
She's studying.

Where she going?

Roc :
Don't drop your backpack, baby.
Keep talking all that shit.
Oh, Tunde!

Tunde, the homie's still right here.

Roc :
I be tellin' this love right here...
You gotta stop acting like a...
What is he doing?
N***a be acting like he scared or something like...

Richard Williams :
Young Man, now I asked you a couple times...

Young Man?

Richard Williams :
Now, that girl there is only 16 years old.
And she out here to WORK.
Just leave her alone.
Leave her alone.

I talk to whoever I want, homie.

Oh, he upset, nigga.

Richard Williams :
You leave these girls at Peace.

Hey, yo, come on, homie, man.
Leave this old-ass nigga alone.

Roc :
What, now you feel like you're better than us or something, homie?
Hey, homeboy, you know you hear me talking to you.
What's up, homie, you got something you wanna say?

Richard Williams :
I done said what I wanna say.
Just mind your business.
She not interested in you.

Yeah, now you my business, bitch.

Oh, damn! Come on, Roc!

See your daddy now, huh, Tunde?

Come on, man.
He's an old-ass nigga, man.

That's your homie, man.
What's going on with him?

Come on, man.

Hey, keep your old ass at home, homie.
Turn that music up.
Turn that music up.
Come over here trippin' and shit, man.

Why you beating up my homeboy, man?

Came over here with that stupid shit.
Punk-ass niggas, say what?

Venus Williams :
Daddy, are you okay?

Richard Williams :
When I was your age, I used to have to fight every day.
If it wasn't the Ku Klux Klan 
or The Police or the White boys 
from the next town, 
somebody was always beating on me for something.

And I ain't HAD no daddy to stand in their way.
This World ain't never had no respect for Richard Williams.

But they gonna respect y'all.
They gonna respect y'all.



The Second time, he goes off to the tennis courts on his own after dark and just hitting balls over the fence to de-stress — the gang corners him on the court, the same thug makes a lewd comment about the daughter, BY NAME, he snaps, swats him in the head with the racket, the thug knocks him down and he takes a beating from the whole gang —

The thug puts a gun to his temple and says 
“My Father taught me TWO Things — 
How to smoke a blunt, 
and How to smoke a bitch-assed n*gga : 
I’m good at both.

You ain’t worth it, Old Man.”

He gets his gun, which he has for work as a security guard, drives around until he FINDS them —


As he is striding across the road to go and kill this kid, he is caught in a drive-by by a rival gang, and dies on the street.

The Third Time, he is on the court, training Venus and Serena in the driving rain, because the ball won’t bounce when it’s wet, so they have to hit it before it hits the ground —

The Surviving members of the gang roll up in their car, roll down the window, and The Leader says :

“I see What Y'all are 
Doing out there.

Don't Sweat it, We Good.

We Got You.”


On The Fourth Occasion :



“Hey, hey, hey!
Slow down, haircut.
Hell you think you going?”

“Oh. Just gonna play some tennis.”

“Hey, yo, Richard, this Jimmy Connors-looking cracker with you?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah. White boy with us.”

“All right, it's spoke.”

“Yeah, he just White. 

“It's spoke. Amen.”

“Get up out of here. I ain't gonna
let you get shot, Rick.”

“Appreciate it.”

PANTOMIME






Frankie, tell Luca to go outside 
and do You Know What.
Do you know Who I Am, Mr. Worley?



I give up. Who are you?


I'm The Antichrist. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood.
You tell The Angels in Heaven you've seen Evil so singularly personified...as you did in 
The Face of The Man Who Killed You.

My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for 
Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, 
The Man, Your Son, stole from.
 
I hear you were once A Cop, 
so I can assume you have 
heard of Us before.
Am I correct?
 
 
...I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
 
I'm glad.
Hopefully, that will clear up The 
"How Full of Shit am I?" Question 
you've been asking yourself.
 
We're gonna have a little Q and A.
And at The Risk of Sounding Redundant --
Please -- make your answers genuine.
 
You want a Chesterfield?
 
No.
 
 
I have a Son of My Own, 
about your boy's age.
I can imagine, how painful 
this must be for you.
But Clarence... and that 
bitch-whore girlfriend of his 
brought this all on themselves.
 
I implore you 
not to go down that road with them.
You could always take comfort in
The Fact You Never Had a Choice.
 
Look, I'd like to help you if I could
but I haven't seen Clarence.
 
 
You see that?
 
Ah, shit! Fuck!
 
 
Smarts, don't it?
To get slammed in The Nose.
Fucks you all up.
You get that pain
 shooting through your brain.
Your eyes fill up with water.

That ain't any kind of fun.

But what I have to offer you, 
that's as Good as it's gonna get.
And it won't ever get 
that Good again.
 
We talked to your neighbors.
They saw A Cadillac.
Purple Cadillac.
Clarence's Purple Cadillac, 
parked in front of Your Trailer yesterday.

Mr.Worley - 
You Seen Your Son?
 
 
I've seen him.
 
 
I can't be sure... of how much 
of what he told you, so... 
in the chance you're in The Dark 
about some of this, 
let me shed some Light.
 
That whore Your Boy hangs around with, 
her pimp is an associate of mine.
 
Among his pimping and other affairs --
he Works for Me, in a courier capacity.
 
Well, apparently, that dirty little whore found out we were gonna do some Business... 
 
'Cause Your Son, 
The Cowboy, 
and His Flame...
came into The Room 
guns blazing 
and didn't stop...
Until they were pretty sure 
everybody was dead.
 
What are you talking about?
 
I'm talking about A Massacre.
They snatched My Narcotics.
Hightailed it out of there.

Would have got away with it too, 
but Your Son, fuck-head that he is, 
left his driver's license 
in the dead guy's hand.

.....You know -- 
I don't believe you.

That's of minor importance.
What is of major fucking importance, 
is that I believe you --

Where did they go?

On their honeymoon.

(Low Growl)
I'm getting angry, 
asking the same question 
a second time.
Where did they go?


They didn't tell me.
You just wait a minute 
and listen to me --
I haven't seen Clarence in Three years.
He shows up yesterday...
with a young girl, 
saying that he got married.

He asked for, uh, some quick cash 
to go on a honeymoon.
He asked me if he could borrow $500.
I felt like helping him,
so I wrote him out a check.
We went to breakfast in The Morning --
And that's the last I saw of him,
So Help Me God.

They never thought to tell me
where they were going....
And I never thought to ask.

No!

Don Vincenzo.


You Know -- Sicilians are Great Liars.
The Best in The World.

I'm Sicilian. My Father, 
was The World Heavyweight 
Champion of Sicilian liars.

From growing up with him,
I learned The Pantomime.
There are 17 different things a guy can
do when he lies to give himself away.

A guy's got 17 pantomimes. 
A Woman's got 20.
A guy's got 17. 

But if you know them 
like you know your own face, 
they beat lie detectors all to hell.

Now, what we got here is a
little Game of Show-and-Tell.

You don't wanna show me nothing,
but you're telling me everything.
I know You Know 
where they areso... 
Tell me... before I do some damage 
you won't walk away from.

Could I have one of those 
Chesterfields now?

Sure.
You got a... match? No. Wait. No, no.
Don't bother. I got one.
You're Sicilian, huh?

Yeah. Sicilian.
You know... I read a lot,
especially about things -- 
about History.

I find that shit fascinating.
Here's a fact I don't know
whether you know or not --
Sicilians were 
spawned by n*ggers.

....Come again?

No, it's-- it's a fact.
Yeah. You see, uh,
Sicilians have, uh,
Black Blood pumping 
through their hearts.

If you -- If you don't believe
me, uh, you can look it up.

Hundreds and hundreds of
years ago, uh, you see, um,
The Moors conquered Sicily.

And The Moors are n*ggers.

You see, way back then, uh,
Sicilians were like, uh,
wops from northern Italy.
They all had blond hair 
and blue eyes.

But, uh, well--
then the Moors moved in there, and...
well, they changed the whole country.
They did so much fucking
with Sicilian women...
that they changed the
whole bloodline forever.

That's why...
blond hair and blue eyes
became black hair and dark skin.
You know, it's absolutely amazing to me...
to think that to this day,
hundreds of years later,
that-- that Sicilians...
still carry that n*gger gene.

Now, this--

No, I'm quoting history.
It's written. It's a fact. It's written.


I love this guy.


No.
Your ancestors are n*ggers. Huh?

Hey.

Yeah.
And-- And your
great-great-great-great- grandmother
fucked a n*gger.
Yeah. And she had a half-n*gger kid.
Now, if that's a fact
Tell Me -- am I lying?

'Cause you -- You're part eggplant.
Huh? Hey, hey, hey.

You're a cantaloupe.
That's beautiful.

I haven't killed anybody...
since 1984.

Go to this comedian's son's apartment.
Come back with something that
tells me where that asshole went...
so I can wipe this egg off my face.
Fix this fucked-up family for good.

Hey, boss.
Get ready to be happy.

Wednesday, 30 March 2022

Lane






♪ Clowns to The Left of
Me, 
Jokers to The Right ♪

♪ Here I am, 
Stuck in
The Middle 
with You ♪


Natasha Romanoff/
The Black Widow:

[tied to a chair
WHAT?? I’m working..!!
I'm in the middle of an interrogation 
and this moron is giving me everything.


Mr. Blonde : 
Now, where were we?

Officer Nash
I told you, I don't know anything 
about any fucking setup.

I've been on the force 
for only eight months. 
They don't tell me anything.
Nobody tells me shit
You can torture me 
all you want.

Mr. Blonde : 
Torture you — 
That's a good... 
That's a good idea.
I like that one. Yeah.


Nash :
Even your boss said 
there wasn't a setup.


Mr. Blonde :
My what?

Nash :
Your boss.

Mr. Pink
Excuse me, pal, one thing
 I wanna make clear to you, 
I don't have ‘a BOSS’ — 
nobody tells me what to do.

You understand? You hear what
I said, you son of a bitch?

Nash
All right, all right, all right.
You don't have a boss. All right.

Mr. Pink
Get that fucking shit off.
Lookit, I'm not gonna 
bullshit you, ok?

I don't really give a good fuck
what you know or don't know.
But I'm gonna torture you anyway.
Regardless.

Not to get information.

It's amusing, to me, 
to torture a cop.

You can say anything you want
cause I've heard it all before.

All you can do is pray 
for a quick death... 
which... you ain't
gonna GET.

They TEND to Think You are SERIOUS.





BEN FRANKLIN: 
Politics is The Art of The Possible
What did you get by opposing the motion? 
It was carried with or without you;
all you did was make enemies
And-- and make yourself 
feel better, of course.

JOHN ADAMS: 
Do you not believe in 
saying what you think?

FRANKLIN: 
No, I'm very much against it. 
Thinking aloud is responsible 
for much of mankind's misery. 
Saint Thomas à Becket might have lived 
to a ripe, old age if he'd... hm
[smiles, nods, chuckling wryly; pause; takes a breath
You insulted Mr. Dickinson. 
[pause
You insulted him in public.

ADAMS: 
Would you have me 
insult him in private?

FRANKLIN: 
It's perfectly acceptable 
to insult someone in private. 
Sometimes they might even 
thank you for it afterwards, 
but when you do it in public
they tend to think you are serious.

ADAMS: 
I feel hated in this town.

FRANKLIN: 
Go gently. I beg you. 
You are a guest in Philadelphia. 
Fish and guests stink after three days.


FRANKLIN: 
Diplomacy is seduction in another guise, Mr. Adams.


ADAMS: 
[of COLONEL WASHINGTON
A natural leader.

FRANKLIN: 
Well, he's always the tallest man in the room. 
He's bound to end up leading something.


ABIGAIL ADAMS: 
Will General Howe attack again?

JOHN: 
It's impossible to say.

ABIGAIL: 
What is that but an Army of Occupation? 
And The Congress goes on its knees to The King. 
Has the king deigned to reply? 
[pause
I understand people like Mr. Dickinson 
and his friends all too well, John. 
Send a woman to The Congress, 
she might knock some sense into them.

JOHN: 
It is not a question of men and women, Abigail, 
it is a matter of politics.

ABIGAIL: 
PoliticsPolitics?

JOHN: 
Mm.

ABIGAIL: 
And do women not live politics, John Adams? 
When I go to the cupboard, and I find no coffee, no sugar, 
no pins, no meat, am I not living politics? [pause
This war touches people that your Congress 
treats with the same contempt 
King George reserves for the people of Boston. 
I mean women, yes, and slaves, too, for that matter.

JOHN: 
[looks at her]

ABIGAIL: 
Though I'm sure you-- you wish 
I would not mention that subject 
as it might upset your southern friends.

JOHN: [pause
You are harsh, madam.

ABIGAIL: 
I am cold. [pause] And frightened. 
I am afraid this war will never end. Or begin.

Bumming Around a Space Station, Talking About Their Feelings





Whistle!




Kindergarten Cop: Police school HD CLIP


The Smiths

 






"So, there is a scene in Pinocchio where 
Gepetto Wishes On a Star -

And what that means is, that 
He lifts up his eyes beyond The Horizon 
to see something Transcendent -

Something Ultimate, because that's What a Star is
it's part of The Eternity of The Night Sky.

And so he lifts his eyes up 
above his daily concerns, and he says :

"What I Want More Than Anything Else is that 
My Creation Will Become a Genuine Individual."

Right, it's a Heroic Gesture, 
because it's so unlikely.

And that catalyses The Puppet's 
transformation  into 
A Real Being.

And we start as puppets.

And so, The Trick is, to 
get rid of your 
goddamn strings.




Earth-Prime's history significantly deviated from Our Earth's History with the advent of two native superheroes. The first, Ultraa, was the sole survivor of a destroyed alien world, rocketed to Earth-Prime as a baby. After his first encounter with the Justice League, Ultraa decided Earth-Prime was not ready for superheroes and relocated to Earth-One.

The second superhero became known as Superboy-Prime. This Superboy's powers first manifested around the time of the passage of Halley's Comet on Earth-Prime, in 1986. 
Just after manifesting his powers, Superboy-Prime met Earth-One's Superman.

Very soon thereafter, Earth-Prime was destroyed in the Crisis on Infinite Earths. 

Superboy-Prime escaped his universe's destruction and later joined Earth-Two's Superman and Lois Lane Kent and Earth-Three's Alexander Luthor in a "paradise dimension". 

Superboy survived and reappeared at the dawn of a new crisis.