King of Salem

Ibn :

Another ship arrived 

during the night. 

There's A Boy standing 

out there on the bow like 

he's a statue. 

Melchisedec :

The Boy is letting 

them see him. 

Ibn :

He's in plain sight! 

Melchisedec :

They Do Not Know if 

What They See is real. 

Something to Do with The Mist. 

Apparently, They find 

dangerous things, 

spirits in The Mist. 

The Boy was being polite, 

giving Them time to 

decide if He's Real. 

Yeh Shoulda Been Loved

Jane Horrocks :

It's like he's been lyin' to me all this time.

Retrograde Witch :

Have you thrown him out?

Jane Horrocks :

He's on the couch.

Retrograde Witch :

Should be in a kennel if you ask me.

Jane Horrocks :

And Liz is moving halfway round the world for a new job.

Progressive Witch :

Where's she goin'?

Jane Horrocks :

Florida.

Progressive Witch :

Florida? I'd love to go there.

Jane Horrocks :

My family's falling apart.

I feel like it's my fault.

Harry Hecate :

Jean, I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.

Jane Horrocks :

Harry, I'm just being stupid.

Harry Hecate :

Aye, you are being stupid if

you think any of this is your fault.

Come here. Come on. Come on.

It can happen in any family.

Come on. Come on.

Mary Queen of Scots,

born 1542, died 1587.

Her third husband

murdered her second husband,

her cousin tried her for treason

and her son stole her throne.

Progressive Witch :

It's true. If she was alive today,

she'd be on The Jeremy Kyle Show.

Harry Hecate :

So you listen to me, Jean Henshaw.

Whatever happened is not your fault.

You have done nothing but work yourself

into The Ground for Your Family.

You've been let down, messed around

Told to get your feet back on the ground

When you should have been loved, loved, loved

Should have been loved

You've been ripped off, written off

Told an act of kindness made you soft

When you should have been loved, loved, loved

You should have been loved

But all your detractors underestimated you

Cause they don't know you like I do

You've slept rough, stolen stuff

Been beaten by a guy to show he's tough

When you should have been loved, loved, loved

Should have been loved

And anything new you tried to do

Got treated like a jumper in a queue

When you should have been loved, loved, loved

Should have been loved

But when there was pity and

When there was wealth

You wasted neither on yourself

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

Should have been loved

All your detractors underestimated you

Cause they don't know you like I do

Like I do

You've been let down, messed around

Told to get your feet back on the ground

When you should have been loved, loved, loved

ACT III

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

Enter BANQUO

BANQUO

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promised, and, I fear,

Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said

It should not stand in thy posterity,

But that myself should be the root and father

Of many kings. If there come truth from them--

As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--

Why, by the verities on thee made good,

May they not be my oracles as well,

And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.

Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants

MACBETH

Here's our chief guest.

LADY MACBETH

If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,

And all-thing unbecoming.

MACBETH

To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,

And I'll request your presence.

BANQUO

Let your highness

Command upon me; to the which my duties

Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.

MACBETH

Ride you this afternoon?

BANQUO

Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH

We should have else desired your good advice,

Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,

In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

Is't far you ride?

BANQUO

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.

MACBETH

Fail not our feast.

BANQUO

My lord, I will not.

MACBETH

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd

In England and in Ireland, not confessing

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,

When therewithal we shall have cause of state

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,

Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

BANQUO

Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

MACBETH

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;

And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.

Exit BANQUO

Let every man be master of his time

Till seven at night: to make society

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!

Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant

Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men

Our pleasure?

ATTENDANT

They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

MACBETH

Bring them before us.

Exit Attendant

To be thus is nothing;

But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo

Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature

Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour

To act in safety. There is none but he

Whose being I do fear: and, under him,

My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters

When first they put the name of king upon me,

And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like

They hail'd him father to a line of kings:

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,

No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,

For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;

For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

Given to the common enemy of man,

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

Rather than so, come fate into the list.

And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers

Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.

Exit Attendant

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

First Murderer

It was, so please your highness.

MACBETH

Well then, now

Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know

That it was he in the times past which held you

So under fortune, which you thought had been

Our innocent self: this I made good to you

In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,

How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,

the instruments,

Who wrought with them, and all things else that might

To half a soul and to a notion crazed

Say 'Thus did Banquo.'

First Murderer

You made it known to us.

MACBETH

I did so, and went further, which is now

Our point of second meeting. Do you find

Your patience so predominant in your nature

That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd

To pray for this good man and for his issue,

Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave

And beggar'd yours for ever?

First Murderer

We are men, my liege.

MACBETH

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept

All by the name of dogs: the valued file

Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

The housekeeper, the hunter, every one

According to the gift which bounteous nature

Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive

Particular addition. from the bill

That writes them all alike: and so of men.

Now, if you have a station in the file,

Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

Whose execution takes your enemy off,

Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

Who wear our health but sickly in his life,

Which in his death were perfect.

Second Murderer

I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

Have so incensed that I am reckless what

I do to spite the world.

First Murderer

And I another

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,

That I would set my lie on any chance,

To mend it, or be rid on't.

MACBETH

Both of you

Know Banquo was your enemy.

Both Murderers

True, my lord.

MACBETH

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near'st of life: and though I could

With barefaced power sweep him from my sight

And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,

For certain friends that are both his and mine,

Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,

That I to your assistance do make love,

Masking the business from the common eye

For sundry weighty reasons.

Second Murderer

We shall, my lord,

Perform what you command us.

First Murderer

Though our lives--

MACBETH

Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most

I will advise you where to plant yourselves;

Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,

The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,

And something from the palace; always thought

That I require a clearness: and with him--

To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--

Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

Whose absence is no less material to me

Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:

I'll come to you anon.

Both Murderers

We are resolved, my lord.

MACBETH

I'll call upon you straight: abide within.

Exeunt Murderers

It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,

If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

Exit

SCENE II. The palace.

Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant

LADY MACBETH

Is Banquo gone from court?

Servant

Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

LADY MACBETH

Say to the king, I would attend his leisure

For a few words.

Servant

Madam, I will.

Exit

LADY MACBETH

Nought's had, all's spent,

Where our desire is got without content:

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter MACBETH

How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,

Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

With them they think on? Things without all remedy

Should be without regard: what's done is done.

MACBETH

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:

She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice

Remains in danger of her former tooth.

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the

worlds suffer,

Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep

In the affliction of these terrible dreams

That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,

Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,

Than on the torture of the mind to lie

In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;

Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,

Can touch him further.

LADY MACBETH

Come on;

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;

Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

MACBETH

So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:

Unsafe the while, that we

Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,

And make our faces vizards to our hearts,

Disguising what they are.

LADY MACBETH

You must leave this.

MACBETH

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

LADY MACBETH

But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

MACBETH

There's comfort yet; they are assailable;

Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown

His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons

The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums

Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done

A deed of dreadful note.

LADY MACBETH

What's to be done?

MACBETH

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;

While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.

Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

So, prithee, go with me.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A park near the palace.

Enter three Murderers

First Murderer

But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Murderer

Macbeth.

Second Murderer

He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

Our offices and what we have to do

To the direction just.

First Murderer

Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:

Now spurs the lated traveller apace

To gain the timely inn; and near approaches

The subject of our watch.

Third Murderer

Hark! I hear horses.

BANQUO

[Within] Give us a light there, ho!

Second Murderer

Then 'tis he: the rest

That are within the note of expectation

Already are i' the court.

First Murderer

His horses go about.

Third Murderer

Almost a mile: but he does usually,

So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

Make it their walk.

Second Murderer

A light, a light!

Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch

Third Murderer

'Tis he.

First Murderer

Stand to't.

BANQUO

It will be rain to-night.

First Murderer

Let it come down.

They set upon BANQUO

BANQUO

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

Dies. FLEANCE escapes

Third Murderer

Who did strike out the light?

First Murderer

Wast not the way?

Third Murderer

There's but one down; the son is fled.

Second Murderer

We have lost

Best half of our affair.

First Murderer

Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.

A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants

MACBETH

You know your own degrees; sit down: at first

And last the hearty welcome.

Lords

Thanks to your majesty.

MACBETH

Ourself will mingle with society,

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time

We will require her welcome.

LADY MACBETH

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

First Murderer appears at the door

MACBETH

See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.

Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure

The table round.

Approaching the door

There's blood on thy face.

First Murderer

'Tis Banquo's then.

MACBETH

'Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatch'd?

First Murderer

My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

MACBETH

Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

First Murderer

Most royal sir,

Fleance is 'scaped.

MACBETH

Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

As broad and general as the casing air:

But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

First Murderer

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature.

MACBETH

Thanks for that:

There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled

Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow

We'll hear, ourselves, again.

Exit Murderer

LADY MACBETH

My royal lord,

You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold

That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,

'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;

From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

MACBETH

Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

LENNOX

May't please your highness sit.

The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place

MACBETH

Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,

Were the graced person of our Banquo present;

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance!

ROSS

His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

To grace us with your royal company.

MACBETH

The table's full.

LENNOX

Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH

Where?

LENNOX

Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

MACBETH

Which of you have done this?

Lords

What, my good lord?

MACBETH

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

ROSS

Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

LADY MACBETH

Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,

And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;

The fit is momentary; upon a thought

He will again be well: if much you note him,

You shall offend him and extend his passion:

Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

MACBETH

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil.

LADY MACBETH

O proper stuff!

This is the very painting of your fear:

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,

Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,

Impostors to true fear, would well become

A woman's story at a winter's fire,

Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make such faces? When all's done,

You look but on a stool.

MACBETH

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!

how say you?

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.

If charnel-houses and our graves must send

Those that we bury back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

LADY MACBETH

What, quite unmann'd in folly?

MACBETH

If I stand here, I saw him.

LADY MACBETH

Fie, for shame!

MACBETH

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,

Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end; but now they rise again,

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

And push us from our stools: this is more strange

Than such a murder is.

LADY MACBETH

My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

MACBETH

I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;

Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

And all to all.

Lords

Our duties, and the pledge.

Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO

MACBETH

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

LADY MACBETH

Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MACBETH

What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble: or be alive again,

And dare me to the desert with thy sword;

If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence!

GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

Why, so: being gone,

I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

LADY MACBETH

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admired disorder.

MACBETH

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

When mine is blanched with fear.

ROSS

What sights, my lord?

LADY MACBETH

I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;

Question enrages him. At once, good night:

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

LENNOX

Good night; and better health

Attend his majesty!

LADY MACBETH

A kind good night to all!

Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH

MACBETH

It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;

Augurs and understood relations have

By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth

The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

LADY MACBETH

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

MACBETH

How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

LADY MACBETH

Did you send to him, sir?

MACBETH

I hear it by the way; but I will send:

There's not a one of them but in his house

I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,

And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:

More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,

By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,

All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o'er:

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;

Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.

LADY MACBETH

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

MACBETH

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:

We are yet but young in deed.

Exeunt

SCENE V. A Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE

First Witch

Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE

Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

Saucy and overbold? How did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth

In riddles and affairs of death;

And I, the mistress of your charms,

The close contriver of all harms,

Was never call'd to bear my part,

Or show the glory of our art?

And, which is worse, all you have done

Hath been but for a wayward son,

Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

Loves for his own ends, not for you.

But make amends now: get you gone,

And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i' the morning: thither he

Will come to know his destiny:

Your vessels and your spells provide,

Your charms and every thing beside.

I am for the air; this night I'll spend

Unto a dismal and a fatal end:

Great business must be wrought ere noon:

Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound;

I'll catch it ere it come to ground:

And that distill'd by magic sleights

Shall raise such artificial sprites

As by the strength of their illusion

Shall draw him on to his confusion:

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:

And you all know, security

Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c

Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

Exit

First Witch

Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

Exeunt

SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.

Enter LENNOX and another Lord

LENNOX

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret further: only, I say,

Things have been strangely borne. The

gracious Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:

And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;

Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,

For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

To kill their gracious father? damned fact!

How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight

In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?

Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;

For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive

To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,

He has borne all things well: and I do think

That had he Duncan's sons under his key--

As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they

should find

What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.

But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell

Where he bestows himself?

Lord

The son of Duncan,

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth

Lives in the English court, and is received

Of the most pious Edward with such grace

That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff

Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid

To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:

That, by the help of these--with Him above

To ratify the work--we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

Do faithful homage and receive free honours:

All which we pine for now: and this report

Hath so exasperate the king that he

Prepares for some attempt of war.

LENNOX

Sent he to Macduff?

Lord

He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'

The cloudy messenger turns me his back,

And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time

That clogs me with this answer.'

LENNOX

And that well might

Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

Fly to the court of England and unfold

His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed!

Lord

I'll send my prayers with him.

Exeunt

ACT IV

SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch

Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch

Round about the cauldron go;

In the poison'd entrails throw.

Toad, that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,

Witches' mummy, maw and gulf

Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,

Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,

Liver of blaspheming Jew,

Gall of goat, and slips of yew

Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,

Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,

Finger of birth-strangled babe

Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,

Make the gruel thick and slab:

Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,

For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE to the other three Witches

HECATE

O well done! I commend your pains;

And every one shall share i' the gains;

And now about the cauldron sing,

Live elves and fairies in a ring,

Enchanting all that you put in.

Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c

HECATE retires

Second Witch

By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

Open, locks,

Whoever knocks!

Enter MACBETH

MACBETH

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!

What is't you do?

ALL

A deed without a name.

MACBETH

I conjure you, by that which you profess,

Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:

Though you untie the winds and let them fight

Against the churches; though the yesty waves

Confound and swallow navigation up;

Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;

Though castles topple on their warders' heads;

Though palaces and pyramids do slope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure

Of nature's germens tumble all together,

Even till destruction sicken; answer me

To what I ask you.

First Witch

Speak.

Second Witch

Demand.

Third Witch

We'll answer.

First Witch

Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,

Or from our masters?

MACBETH

Call 'em; let me see 'em.

First Witch

Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten

Her nine farrow; grease that's sweaten

From the murderer's gibbet throw

Into the flame.

ALL

Come, high or low;

Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head

MACBETH

Tell me, thou unknown power,--

First Witch

He knows thy thought:

Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

First Apparition

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;

Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Descends

MACBETH

Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;

Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one

word more,--

First Witch

He will not be commanded: here's another,

More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child

Second Apparition

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

MACBETH

Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

Second Apparition

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn

The power of man, for none of woman born

Shall harm Macbeth.

Descends

MACBETH

Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure,

And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live;

That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,

And sleep in spite of thunder.

Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand

What is this

That rises like the issue of a king,

And wears upon his baby-brow the round

And top of sovereignty?

ALL

Listen, but speak not to't.

Third Apparition

Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care

Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill

Shall come against him.

Descends

MACBETH

That will never be

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree

Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good!

Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood

Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth

Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath

To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart

Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art

Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever

Reign in this kingdom?

ALL

Seek to know no more.

MACBETH

I will be satisfied: deny me this,

And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know.

Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this?

Hautboys

First Witch

Show!

Second Witch

Show!

Third Witch

Show!

ALL

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;

Come like shadows, so depart!

A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following

MACBETH

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!

Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,

Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.

A third is like the former. Filthy hags!

Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass

Which shows me many more; and some I see

That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:

Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;

For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,

And points at them for his.

Apparitions vanish

What, is this so?

First Witch

Ay, sir, all this is so: but why

Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?

Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,

And show the best of our delights:

I'll charm the air to give a sound,

While you perform your antic round:

That this great king may kindly say,

Our duties did his welcome pay.

Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE

MACBETH

Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!

Come in, without there!

Enter LENNOX

LENNOX

What's your grace's will?

MACBETH

Saw you the weird sisters?

LENNOX

No, my lord.

MACBETH

Came they not by you?

LENNOX

No, indeed, my lord.

MACBETH

Infected be the air whereon they ride;

And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear

The galloping of horse: who was't came by?

LENNOX

'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word

Macduff is fled to England.

MACBETH

Fled to England!

LENNOX

Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH

Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:

The flighty purpose never is o'ertook

Unless the deed go with it; from this moment

The very firstlings of my heart shall be

The firstlings of my hand. And even now,

To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:

The castle of Macduff I will surprise;

Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;

This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen?

Come, bring me where they are.

Exeunta

In AD 922, Arab courtier 

Ahmad Ibn Fadlan accompanies 

A Party of Vikings to 

The barbaric North. 

Ibn Fadlan is appalled by 

the Vikings’ customs -- 

their wanton sexuality, 

their disregard 

for cleanliness, 

their cold-blooded 

Human Sacrifices. 

And then he learns the horrifying 

Truth : He has been enlisted 

to combat A Terror that 

slaughters The Vikings and 

devours Their Flesh……

Ibn Al Abbas, 

Ibn Rasid, 

Ibn Hammad. 

And things were 

not always thus. 

At one time, I was A Poet,

in The Greatest City 

in The World. 

Life was easy, 

And I lived without care ... 

until one fateful day ... 

I met a beautiful woman ... 

who belonged to another man. 

Her jealous husband 

complained to The Caliph ... 

who made me The Ambassador 

to the land of the Tossuk Vlad -- 

a country far to The North. 

I was banished from My Home ... 

and from all that I knew. 

So, I journeyed by camelback 

many months into the lands 

of barbarian peoples -- 

accompanied by Melchisidek, 

an old friend of my father -- 

through the lands of the Ogus, 

the Khazars and the Bulgars, 

into the lands of murderous 

bandits, called "Tartars," 

who attack caravans, 

slaughtering everyone. 

The Tartars are coming! 

The Tartars are coming! 

The Tartars -- 

Run! Run for Your Life! 

They have stopped. 

They are not following. 

A boat! A boat! 

They're Northmen! 

A boat! A boat!

Over there! Look! 

They are going! 

They are leaving! Move! 

Move! Keep moving! 

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi. 

Wait, wait, wait! 

Those Men in The Boat, 

Who are They? 

Melchisedec :

The Northmen. 

Keep moving and Keep quiet! 

Ibn :

Why? Are They Dangerous?

Melchisedec :

 It depends. 

Maybe They'll let Us go, 

Or maybe They'll Kill Us. 

Ibn :

I am An Ambassador, damn it! 

I am supposed to Talk to People! 

Melchisedec :

You may yet have the opportunity.

Ibn :

What do you suppose the potentate of 

this encampment calls himself? 

Melchisedec :

Oh, Emperor, at the very least. 

Ibn :

Hmm. Emperor. 

Melchisedec :

We seek Your -- We seek 

Your Headman, Your King. 

Ibn :

Try Greek. 

(at The Table, he tries enunciating, slowly clearly, 

directly in Classical Greek to a baffled Hergar --  )

Melchisedec :

Heg-a-monia --

Hergar, The Joyous :

Eh?  (finally, Medieval Latin works -- )

Hergar, The Joyous :

Ah! Reck-Sooos, Tab-er-naclus 

(points out The Back)

Melchisedec :

He Says Their King is 

out there in that tent. 

He Says The King will 

not Speak to Us. 

Apparently, The King 

won't Speak to Us 

because He's Dead. 

This is His Funeral. 

(between mouthfuls of food and mead, Hergar

calls across to His Lord at The Head of The Table,
where-sits Beowulf, grim-faced and miserable,

seemingly deeply into an epic 3-Day Drunk,

and yells something to him in Old Norse --)

Melchisedec :

You are being introduced to 

one of the Heirs-apparent --

Buliwyf. 

Buliwyf :

Hergar! -- (something deeply passive-aggressive)

"Buliwyf wishes a Song of Glory." 

Recite a Poem, a Tale. 

Surely you remember 

something. 

Ibn :

Uh -- In The Beginning, 

The Earth was void, and 

the spirits of God passed -- 

Ibn :

Now that there was a new King, 

The Northmen prepared for 

the funeral of their old King.

Melchisedec (translating 

for Hergar The Joyous) : 

"We will burn him. 

In one moment, he 

and all he owns can 

be in paradise. 

These are our gifts to Our Lord 

to support His Kingdom 

in paradise. 

Ibn :

To take with him? 

Melchisedec (translating 

for Hergar The Joyous) : 

'Lo! There do I see My Father. 

'Lo! There do I see My Mother, 

My Sisters and My Brothers. 

'Lo! There do I see 

The Line of My People ... 

back to The Beginning. 

'Lo! They do call to me. 

They bid me take 

My Place among them 

in the halls of Valhalla, 

where The Brave may 

live forever. 

"She will Travel with him. 

You will not see this again. 

It is the old way." 

Ibn :

Another ship arrived 

during the night. 

There's A Boy standing 

out there on the bow like 

he's a statue. 

Melchisedec :

The Boy is letting 

them see him. 

Ibn :

He's in plain sight! 

Melchisedec :

They Do Not Know if 

What They See is real. 

Something to Do with The Mist. 

Apparently, They find 

dangerous things, 

spirits in The Mist. 

The Boy was being polite, 

giving Them time to 

decide if He's Real. 

Melchisedec :

He's A Messenger. 

He comes from Their Homeland 

in The North with A Message 

for Buliwyf. 

He i§s Wulfgar, 

Son of King Hrothgar, 

a Great King from The North. 

He comes to ask Buliwyf for help. 

His Father's Kingdom 

is under attack. 

Their Village is Destroyed. 

They are menaced  —

By an ancient evil, A Terror. 

A Terror that has no name. 

A Terror that must not be named. 

Ibn :

Look at Them. 

What thing would 

affect Them so? 

Hergar The Joyous :

•emphatically•

NO.

Melchisedec :

"The Name cannot Be Said." 

King Buliwyf :

Speaks Commandingly 

in Norse

Melchisedec :

He calls for The Angel of Death. 

He calls for The Bones. 

She's An Oracle. 

The Oracle rolls 

and casts The Bones, 

renders Judgment and

makes Her Oracular 

Pronouncements —

Melchisedec :

She calls for Men, a number of them. 

Thirteen. The number of 

months in The Year. 

She Says, "13 Men must Go." 

Men of The North 

start volunteering

 to join The Quest —

Quickly, they approach 

An Even Dozen.

Eight. Nine. Ten. 

Eleven. Twelve. 

Melchisedec :

She Says, "The 13th Man 

must be no Northman." 

Ibn : 

(absolutely appalled)

What The Hell are 

You Saying? 

Melchisedec :

The 13th Warrior is You. 

He Thinks Your 

Horse is too small. 

Something about, "Only an Arab 

Would bring A Dog to War." 

He Wishes to Know 

Your Name.

Ibn :

I am Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan, 

Ibn Al Abbas, Ibn Rasid -- 

"Eban."

Ibn :

No, no. Listen. 

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan. 

"Ibn" means "Son of". 

Eban. 

Hyah! Hup! 

Ibn :

What is He Saying? 

Melchisedec :

"Hurry to meet Death before 

Your Place is Taken." 

Ibn :

I will Not Forget You. 

Go with God. 

You Listening? ... 

tomorrow. ... 

sneak up to steal ten 

or twelve horses. ... 

we can find some geese. 

So then He Says, 

"Do not foretell Me wife, for 

I will get to know so-proven 

aye comin home tonight."

 I don't sound like that. 

Roneth slept with her 

while we took the horses. 

Blowhards, both of you. 

She probably was some 

smoke-colored camp girl. 

Looked like that one's Mother. 

Ibn :

My Mother ... 

was A Pure Woman ... 

from a noble Family. 

And I, at least, know 

Who My Father is, you ... 

pig-eating son of a whore. 

No, no, no, no, no! Wait! 

Come on, come on, come on, 

come on. Come. 

Come on.

Where did You learn 

Our Language? 

I Listened! 

You can draw ... 

sounds? 

"Draw sounds"? 

Yes, I can Draw Sounds, 

and I can Speak them back. 

Show me. 

“There is only one God ... 

and Muhammad is 

His Prophet.”

Bring me those sacks.

Hey! Mind yourself. 

Be quiet. 

Only an "Arab" ... 

would bring -- 

A Dog to War? I heard this 

the first time. 

Good going, "Arab." 

Come on. The dog can jump. 

Here. - No, no. - Eat! 

Shouldn't we stay closer to land? 

No, boy! 

This is no day to be close to land! 

Odin! Odin! Odin! Down. - 

What did you -- 

What is that -- - 

Be silent. 

Odin! Land!

Arab, Speak What I Draw.

“There is only one God ... 

and Muhammad is his ... 

Prophet.”

Go. 

Here. You'll need this. 

I cannot lift this. 

Grow stronger!

VHS-Summer School Lesson 1 : Cujo — Good Dog, Lie Down.

“I want My Daddy..!!”

Mr Gary Grooberson :

...are you okay...?

Callie :

Ah -- yeah. First Day.

Can you imagine who they've 

got teaching Summer School...?

Mr Gary Grooberson :

I can -- I teach it.

Callie :

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr Gary Grooberson :

Look -- most of the kids around here -- 

they're not very bright.

[a little boy pushes past them.]

Hey, Colin. He's....

I can get them to do
whatever I want.

Callie :

[Unenthusiastically/Not-Listening/Doesn't Care.] 

Score.

Mr Gary Grooberson :

DREAM job...(!)

VHS-Summer School Survival Skills 

Lesson 1 : Good Dog, Lie Down… 

Just Lie Down, now…

Lie Down and Die.

Good Morning Class! 

How's Everybody Doing Today...?

My Name's 

Mister Grooberson.

....I know. 

You don't wanna be here. 

I don't wanna be here, either.

Now, apparently--

Your School is still operating on VHS --

But, I found this gem in The Teacher's Lounge :

It's called 'Cujo' : It's about a rabid St.Bernard that...

You know what, I don't want to give too much away, but --

Imagine 'Beethoven', 

if he contracted Rabies,

and then just started mauling children...!!

You get an idea -- Enjoy.

Here in My Car

I feel Safest of All

I can lock all My Doors

It's the only way to Live, in Cars —

Here in My Car

I can only receive

I can Listen to You

It keeps me stable for days, in Cars

Here in My Car,

Where The Image breaks down

Will You visit Me please

If I open My Door in cars —

Here in My Car

I know I've started to think

About leaving tonight

Although nothing seems right, in Cars

The Blood of Patriots and Tyrants

What signify a few lives 

lost in a century or two? 

The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed 

from time to time with the blood 

of patriots and tyrants. 

It is its natural manure.

Put it on Your Flowers

In a 1787 letter to William Stephens Smith, the son-in-law of John Adams, Thomas Jefferson used the phrase "tree of liberty" :

"I do not know whether it is to yourself or Mr. Adams I am to give my thanks for the copy of the new constitution. I beg leave through you to place them where due. It will be yet three weeks before I shall receive them from America. There are very good articles in it: and very bad. I do not know which preponderate. What we have lately read in the history of Holland, in the chapter on the Stadtholder, would have sufficed to set me against a Chief magistrate eligible for a long duration, if I had ever been disposed towards one: and what we have always read of the elections of Polish kings should have forever excluded the idea of one continuable for life. Wonderful is the effect of impudent and persevering lying. The British ministry have so long hired their gazetteers to repeat and model into every form lies about our being in anarchy, that the world has at length believed them, the English nation has believed them, the ministers themselves have come to believe them, and what is more wonderful, we have believed them ourselves. Yet where does this anarchy exist? Where did it ever exist, except in the single instance of Massachusets? And can history produce an instance of a rebellion so honourably conducted? I say nothing of its motives. They were founded in ignorance, not wickedness. God forbid we should ever be 20. years without such a rebellion.[1] The people can not be all, and always, well informed. The part which is wrong will be discontented in proportion to the importance of the facts they misconceive. If they remain quiet under such misconceptions it is a lethargy, the forerunner of death to the public liberty. We have had 13. states independant 11. years. There has been one rebellion. That comes to one rebellion in a century and a half for each state. What country before ever existed a century and half without a rebellion? And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure. Our Convention has been too much impressed by the insurrection of Massachusets: and in the spur of the moment they are setting up a kite to keep the hen yard in order. I hope in god this article will be rectified before the new constitution is accepted."

Darkest Peru

Seeing into The Future 

is only The Start. 

Your Mind has 

infinite potential. 

If you master Your Power,

 you can use The Web to be 

in more than one place 

at the same time. 

You are the only one who

 can change The Future. 

And when you take on 

The Responsibility, 

Great Power will come.

Paddington | Paddington dreams of Peru | Paddington Movie

Guys. Guys. Guys, we have to go.

Girls, get in! Get in, get in, 

get in! Leave everything! 

Run! Come on, let’s go!

Mattie, let’s go! 

I’m so sorry, Cassie!

God! So much for not needing a babysitter. 

Do you guys think of anybody but yourselves? 

You’re so impulsive and entitled. 

And you don’t listen.

We didn’t mean to…

Whatever, don’t even say anything.

God, your futures were almost… 

so different. You’re lucky I saw them.

I’m so sorry.

Yes! You should be so sorry. 

All of you should be sorry.

Maria. Where did they go?

I’m running checks now.

Ezekiel :

I don’t understand how they’re doing this.

I’ve got a match on the woman that’s with them.

Ezekiel :

I’m not interested in her. 

Focus on finding those girls.

Cassandra Webb, Daughter of 

Constance Webb, deceased.

Ezekiel :

Did you say Webb?

Uh, yeah. Do you know her?

Ezekiel :

It’s not possible.

C’mon!

He’s not gonna stop until 

he kills us… is he?

I don’t know what he wants.

I don’t know anything.

But… you can see the future. Can’t you 

stop him with your visions?

I don’t know how to control them.

It’s useless.

I don’t know why, 

maybe that’s a plus.

Is your hand okay?

It’s fine. First thing in the morning 

I’m taking you all home. 

Your parents can deal with this.

No, they can’t. My mom’s 

in a psych ward.

She didn’t really cope well after my dad left, and so I got sent to live with him and his new family, and I don’t think that they want me there. I wondered if they missed me if… if I ran away.

Hmm. So you did.

My parents aren’t around either. I think they resent how having a kid messed up their lives. I don’t think they’re gonna fly back from China to deal with this, and I really don’t want to find out, so… I’m on my own.

Well, fine then. You guys can just… Go to the police.

No. My dad got deported six months ago. I came home from school when he was gone.

What about your mom?

My mom died when I was five. It’s just me and my dad. Except he never told me he didn’t have his papers, so I’ve just been living by myself in our apartment since then.

You’re on your own?

I don’t need anyone else to look out for me. And I don’t have a curfew either. So I can’t go to the police. Okay? Until I’m 18. I can’t exist. And there’s no way I’m getting deported, too. Or going into the foster system.

Well… The foster system isn’t always that terrible. 

Things didn’t turn out so bad for me.

Right.

Cassie, please help us.

No one survives once enough poison enters their system. You won’t be so lucky next time.

Why are you doing this?

I need to stop them from killing me.

They’re not killers. They’re just teenagers.

In the future, I have done much more. In the future, 

they will destroy me. And everything I’ve built. 

Those girls cannot exist.

How come you get to decide?

Because I’m the one with the powers. If you knew what I know, you’d do the same thing.

Would I? If I knew the price to pay was the lives of three girls.

The only thing I know is that, in the future, they also have powers.

The girls? The girls have the powers in the future?

Did you think you can beat me with your mind? Your mother underestimated me. Mother underestimated me. The power of the spider. Don’t make the same mistake. Tell me where they are. They don’t mean anything to you. You can just walk away.

Rise and shine!

Okay, so this guy’s hands somehow release an acute neurotoxin. 

And it is painful. I was lucky. The longer he holds onto you, 

the more poison gets into your system.

Then what happens?

Then your heart stops. But you can offset cardiac arrest with CPR. So, you interlock your hands like this. You lock your elbows. And then you place the heel of your hand right on the sternum. And then you pump. And you want to go like two inches down. And you want to keep a rhythm like a heartbeat. OK. You ready? Okay, begin compressions. Go. Good.

OK. And when do I stop?

You don’t stop.

If you stop, they die.

If you get tired, then you need somebody to take over.

I’m getting kind of tired.

Okay, Anya, get ready to take over. 

But you have to pick up the 

exact same rhythm. OK? Ready?

Yeah.

And go. Great. Nice, Matty.

Cool.

Julie, you want to take over? Okay. Get ready. 

Okay. One, two, three. Perfect. Nice job, Anya.

I’ve never said this before 

in my entire life, but 

you’re a good teacher.

Well, I’ve been learning some things, too… 

About my mom.

Wait, so you do know this guy?

My mom did, I think. That’s her.

She’s really pretty.

So this is because of you?

All I know is that she was researching spiders. 

In her notebook, there’s some stuff about a local tribe 

in Peru that can do, like, crazy stuff.

What kind of crazy stuff?

Climb like spiders.

So is he one of them?

I need more information.

You’re leaving.

I have to go and figure out what is going on.

How?

You have to go to Peru.

I’ll be gone a week. I don’t want to leave them. 

But he’s out there looking for them, and 

they’re relying on me, and I don’t know 

how else to protect them.

Okay. Look, I’m staying down there for a few weeks over. It’s out of town. He won’t find them there. But Cassie, I can’t pretend to understand what’s going on here. Just be careful, okay?

I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thank you, Ben. You didn’t ask for any of this.

Okay, well neither did you.

You have come back. Looking for answers.

Back?

I promised your mother I would be here.

My mom thought Las Aranyas were a myth.

What do you think?

I think she’s crazy for coming here alone.

She came here hoping to extract healing properties from the spiders. She thought she was being protected.

By Ezekiel Sims?

His motives were selfish. He used your mom to find us. But because he stole the spider, he was cursed. He’s been trying to outrun his destiny ever since.

This is where my mom died?

And where you were born.

I don’t understand why she risked my life to come here.

To see your future clearly, you have to heal the wounds of your past.

That sounds like literally every therapy session I’ve ever avoided.

You have to go back to your beginning and keep going past that. There are powers… You don’t even know you’re capable of. Your thread did not start when you were born. Do you trust me?

I’m not really sure at this point if I have a choice…

You need to just walk away.

Your threat did not start when you were born.

She really is trying her best to keep me from working. Not when I was close, but when I’m not going to let her do that.

Why did you hate me so much?

Thank you.

For the umbrella.

Give it to me.

I found it! I found the spider! Incredible, isn’t it?

Give it to me.

No, please…

Give it to me.

You’re making the wrong decision…

Give it to me!

You could just walk away!

Ah!

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.

Las Aranyas could not stand by. We tried to save you both. … Her journey will not be easy, but she is strong.

Your test results came back. I’m sorry to tell you that your baby has Myestenia gravis. It’s a genetic neuro-muscular disorder.

But I don’t have a neuro-muscular disorder.

Life expectancy? It varies. Do you need a tissue?

No. No, I need a cure.

I’m afraid there is no cure.

A single target nucleotide intervention. It’s experimental, but there are some promising leads in the Amazon.

That’s why you want that? For me?

I have to advise you against 

traveling in your condition.

I’m sorry. What are you offering besides tissues?

I know this is hard to accept.

No, no. I’m unwilling to accept 

a diagnosis of helplessness. And I’m not 

going to teach my daughter to, either.

You did it. You did it. I never knew I was sick. 

The spider venom did have healing properties. 

I’m so sorry I spent so long being mad at you.

I always thought my mom 

didn’t care about me.

Sometimes you must sacrifice 

yourself for those you love.

I was there. I was in the room. I was in the room with her. How did you do that?

You did that. Now you’re starting to see what you’re capable of. You came here to learn the truth about your past. You will leave ready to embrace your future.

Seeing into the future is no match for Ezekiel. I need to stop him before he kills those girls. But I can’t do what he can do. I can’t do the leapy, crawly, like… death poison.

You didn’t get the gift of the greater physical strength or the ability to release poison. But seeing into the future is only the start. Your mind has infinite potential. If you master your power, you can use the web to be in more than one place at the same time. You are the only one who can change the future. And when you take on the responsibility, great power will come.

Quick Little Bastard

 

via GIPHY

So Ugly

“Talma Ros now wears 

a radio headset continuously

all through the night - -”

“I’m wearing The Radio so that 

I can hear The Alarm, because 

The House is so noisy 

all the time.”

So….. when are you sleeping?

“And The Alarm is SO weak, 

I ALMOST Didn’t hear it —”

She’s talking about the 

Israeli Civil Defence

AIR-RAID SIRENS.

She says they are 

not loud enough 

to protect Her Family.

So she has murdered sleep 

to become a half-robot.

“— and once we HEARD it,

I was standing, ARGUING 

with my husband about 

whether it’s an alarm or not —”

“The Threat of GAS has 

provoked NATIONAL Trauma.”

“Gas is attatched to Holocaust —

It is attached to…. 

Being suffocated.

And not to be able to 

Do anything ABOUT it….

It’s a humiliating 

sort of feeling.

If you fight back, if 

you can fight back, 

you have a weapon…. 

But HOW can you 

fight back with THIS ??

— you CANNOT; 

it’s all so UGLY.”

Gulf War Saddam Hussein Scud Attack On Israel Tel Aviv | Prince Hassan B...

This is a shortened version of the original report. 

With The Gulf war under way, the population 

of the Israeli City of Tel Aviv endure the fear 

of a chemical attack as Saddam Hussein's 

Scud Missiles land on the city. 

In this report 'This Week' visits Tel Aviv and also 

speaks to Prince Hassan Bin Talal of Jordan 

about the Iraqi Presidents motives 

behind the attacks. 

First shown: 24/01/1991