Your Future

 

Dame Sylvia :

[breathes shakily]

Get her back to her room.

Secure The Door.

Tell Your Supervisor

We have a Level-Three 

event -- He'll know what to do.

Yes, ma'am.

[breathing heavily]

Medic Hermit :

You wanted to see me?

Capt. James Hook :

I thought we might discuss

Your Future with 

This Company.

Medic Hermit :

My Unit, sir, specifically Rashidi,

Siberian, are they okay?

Capt. James Hook :

That Information 

is confidential.

To be completely frank, so is 

the information about Wendy.

Medic Hermit :

Marcy. My Sister's 

name is 'Marcy'.

Capt. James Hook :

So you believe she's 

Your Sister?

Medic Hermit :

She has her memories, 

her sense of humour --

Doesn't that make her Marcy?

Capt. James Hook :

Actually, that's something

We'd like to know too.

From you.

Medic Hermit :

From me?

Capt. James Hook :

We'd like confirmation from 

someone who knew her well that 

the transition was a success.

Medic Hermit :

She thinks she's my sister.

Capt. James Hook :

What do you think?

Medic Hermit :

I think this conversation's over.

Capt. James Hook :

It's a condition of your employment

that you answer all questions 

put to you by A Superior.

Medic Hermit :

Well, then, I quit.

Capt. James Hook :

Of course.

As this is a private island, we'll have

to get you on the first shuttle back Home.

Confidentiality, you understand.

I should tell you that if you're 

no longer employed by us,

then all contact with the unit

you call your sister

will be terminated.

Medic Hermit :

No. [grunts] No.

Capt. James Hook :

Also, as your body keeps reminding you,

you have a new lung.

Whilst it comes courtesy of the

Prodigy Corporation, it isn't free.

You could work off The Price here,

assessing Wendy, redeploy and 

pay it off with a lifetime contract,

or simply go home, and We'll bill you.

Medic Hermit :

Did you really download my sister's 

consciousness into that body? Is it her?

Capt. James Hook :

Those are two 

different questions.

One is practical and The Other,

well, that's the real existential crux,

and, I should add, the difference between

a trillion-dollar business and 

a blanket with sleeves.

Medic Hermit :

A what?

Capt. James Hook :

An Invention that 

no one wanted.

So, are You still an employee

of The Prodigy Corporation,

or shall I have Security

remove you from the island?

Medic Hermit :

No, no -- [breathes heavily] 

I'm Your Man.

Capt. James Hook :

Excellent.

Medic Hermit :

And when can 

I take her Home?

Capt. James Hook :

Let me be clear about something, 

Prodigy Medic Hermit --

The Unit you call Your "Sister" 

is The Property of 

The Prodigy Corporation.

She is A Prototype for 

A TransHuman product

which, once refined, will 

create Human Immortality.

This makes her the next 

evolutionary step

between Our Animal Past and 

Our TransHuman Future.

There's NO universe in which You 

get to 'take her Home'. Are we clear?

Medic Hermit :

She is still a Human Being.

Capt. James Hook :

No. She's not.

Not anymore.

Rashidi :

Smell that? What is that?

Siberian :

I don't know. It smells like a mix

of Bad Luck and Loser.

Medic Hermit :

How the hell?

[chuckles]

So, what, you... 

You work here now?

[Rashidi through screen]

Yeah. Whole squad.

Siberian :

Well, what's left of us.

Meanwhile, elsewhere 

on The Island, Wendy arrives 

for her regularly scheduled 

One-on-One Therapy 

session to discover that 

Her Therapist is not there, 

but Her Abuser IS.

Boy Kavalier : 

Weird day.

Wendy :

(confused).....I'm supposed 

to meet with Sylvia.

Boy Kavalier : 

-- Have a seat.

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

Um...

Boy Kavalier : 

When you fought The Alien,

was it more like fighting 

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

[chuckling] What?

Boy Kavalier : 

It's Peter Pan.

Wait, The Crocodile...!!!

You fought The Crocodile, and now You can Hear 

The Clock, you know?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

Wendy :

It was hurting Joe.

Boy Kavalier : 

Oh, right, 'The Brother'. 

What do You Think They're 

saying...? The aliens.

Wendy :

....

— You shouldn't 

have cut Them open.

Boy Kavalier : 

[stammers] They... 

They said that?

Wendy :

No, I... 

I don't know.

How would You Feel 

if They cut you open?

Boy Kavalier : 

Or, uh, stuck to my

face or drank my blood

or popped out my eyeball and 

burrowed into my brain.

I mean, They would 

if They could, y'know, 

so why not just 

cut Them open?

Alan Moore : The Past And The Future

Alan Moore : The Past And The Future

"...My Own Individual Biological Past is extremely entangled with The Past of The Town -- to the best of my knowledge My Family has pretty much always lived here. 

There have been people coming in from outside blood marrying into the family so that we're perhaps not quite as inbred as some of our neighbors but for example I understand that at some time during the 1700s that a Belgian you you know ribbon maker married into the family and at this point apparently the family suddenly decided that ribbon making was the future until eventually both my paternal and maternal grandparents end up at the green in the borough's an area of Northampton generally understood to be its oldest quarter it's the area surrounding the original castle built by Solomon to song Li and the town has radiated out from this point much is reported upon more idea out from the point at which a pad was been dropped it's almost like this this culture just spreading out in rings from this central point of impact out to the the far eastern reaches of the county to the new developments appear at the process taking hundreds of years the inhabitants of the borough's were a peculiar mix of people in general it was the poorest area of the town the same to my infant Oy to be a fair mix of Romani blood amongst the people of the district there were criminals there were chances con men but con men who were almost conning themselves who were following some completely unrealistic dream of escape of breaking out of the fairly narrow terrorist confines of this fairly growing the working-class world in which they found themselves there were other people who were completely resigned to their lot who would be satisfied to be local legends that these belonged to a different category and a lot of my forebears seemed to fall into that particular niche ginger Vernon a paternal great-grandfather was apparently a craftsman who specialized in fresco painting in the the Michelangelo tradition of hanging in a palette a couple of feet under a roof while touching up the cherubs and the angels you know painting in a few celestial clouds he was also quite a hard-drinking man a compulsive staple Jack who would chin up sheer walls in the middle of town because he spotted a particularly nice chimney breast that he wanted to give closer inspection to he was offered by a friend of his who was just setting up what would become a very large very successful company he was offered a share in the directorship if he would stay out of pubs for a which then he would have been made a director of the company this seemed to him to be artificial behavior this seemed to him to be a pretense pretending if only for a week to be something other than what he was so he politely declined the offer and presumably for the rest of his life had to put up with his wife pointing out the fine three-story house that his former friend now lived in which of course could have been theirs but on a point of principle he had passed that up it was said that the madness in the family came from the Vernon's my great-aunt Bertha who I believe would perhaps have been gingers sister was notable for using The Blitz and The Blackout as an impromptu stage for her accordion recital -- 

She would wander out into the night with the Bombers going overhead and play these strange hideous wheezing dirges upon the accordion presumably despite the protests of the various air raid wardens that would no doubt be trying to get her back indoors these stories they tend to they filter down they perhaps get exaggerated you know there's no telling how many of them are completely true there's enough truth there to give a sense of what your family's previous life has been like the richness of it these incredible people who whose stories will never be told 

Because from our earliest times from our earliest educational we very quickly get the idea that the only the lineages and lives worth recording others of the artists Chakra see if two aristocrats get married or have a falling out or the start of war then this is of immense value and we forever examine the lives the psychology is the personalities of these bygone era static men and women as if that was the only history that was of any importance, as if the movements of The State and of our Royal Families were the only movements, the only families that had contributed to the ongoing human adventure the lives of the ordinary people who made up much of the meat of that adventure are overlooked they are reduced historically to a huge faceless crowd of extras who don't get a speaking part in history whereas in fact the stories the rumors the family legends the family secrets these tell a rich incredibly deep incredibly colorful story and this is true of my family of anyone's family one of the things that are like people to remember when I 

One of the comments that I received most frequently upon the publication of the book Voice of The Fire that I wrote about Northampton was an accusation of exaggeration; placing too much importance upon a town whose only real relevance would seem to be to Me -- I had people who were saying, "Yes, but you could say this about any town --" which is actually rather The Point.... 

what I'd intended to demonstrate by dredging up all of the rich myth and history of a completely nondescript little town Lord Northampton a town that I'm sure to most people is seen as an anonymous industrial running sore in the middle of the country if you can look beneath the surface beneath the flagstones of Northampton and find something magical something wonderful then yes of course that means that wherever you are you could do the same excavation you could find the meaning of the place in which you will probably be spending a great deal of your life this is not difficult this is not something that needs exceptional training all it needs is a willing boy a willing intelligence a receptiveness a willingness to visit these places see what they look like now see what they feel like now try and decipher all of the signals that they are giving you whether that is a clump of moss a crack in a paving stone the way that the lettering has faded upon the shop across the street this is all information soak it up check out the library check out the records of local societies do some work do a little bit of research and I'm sure that everybody wherever they happen to exist could make the townships around them suddenly flare with meaning they could if they so chose live not in degraded dull strips of industrial English potato print landscape people do not have to live in the world view that has been imposed upon them from above they do not have to live in the degraded view of the streets that surround them that they have been handed if they are prepared to simply look they can live in fantastic legendary landscapes filled with gods and monsters and heroes I mean the area in which I live now within a quarter of a mile yes Francis Crick dreaming up the day and I while sitting there on his hard Sunday school bench Buffalo Bill and his Indians riding around the rice course which is a quarter of a mile in the opposite direction Samuel Beckett playing cricket at the County Ground -- no doubt a very long, protracted and ambiguous Cricket Game.

Everywhere that we live is surrounded by these fascinating fragments of History they are embedded in it these fantastic vanished personalities these legends these romances these things although they are embedded in the past are very much a part of the fabric of all of our lives and if we wish to live in that world of legend rather than in this somewhat sorry and fallen tabloid world which we've had dished up to us then we have to be prepared to excavate we have to be prepared to look below the surface of our lives and find that rich coal seam of gleaming in History that underlies our entire experience."

Raging Waters

I need to know how Skynet gets built 

(Extended scene) | Terminator 2 [Re...

Live by The Method, Die by The Method

Eric Stoltz Back to the Future Interview

“— things were difficult on The Set; 

Eric was… It was, uh — It was not easy. 

….He was Doing a very 

Method-Thing, y’know? 

“Everybody Call Me, ‘Marty’, okay? 

Except Lea, who's playin’ My Mom, 

who l'm tryin’ to make-out with, y’know?

…..Off-camera —“

Okay, “Method-Method-Method-Method,

Method — Hot Chick — No-Method….”

— yeah, uh so… Y’know,

he was Doing all that stuff —

….it was a VERY different thing;

a VERY different thing…..

Q. : Like, too serious..?

“Whu — What do you 

want me to say…? I think — 

Uh…. I Think it was BAD, 

and, uh, Y’know — and 

He wasn't Friendly to Me, 

so I don’t Care! 

Stardate: 44474.5

Original Airdate: 4 Feb, 1991

[Ebenezer Scrooge's bedchamber]

(It's Dickens time on The HoloDeck, and Data is playing Scrooge)

MARLEY: You don't believe in me.

DATA: I don't.

MARLEY: What evidence would you have 

of my reality beyond that of your senses?

DATA: I don't know.

MARLEY: Why do you doubt your senses?

DATA: Because -- 

a little thing affects them. 

A slight disorder 

of the stomach 

makes them cheats. 

You may be an undigested bit of beef, 

a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, 

a fragment of an underdone potato --

Why, there's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are. 

Humbug, I tell you. Humbug!

(the ghost roars, and Scrooge cowers)

PICARD: Freeze programme. Very well done, Data. Your performance skills really are improving.

DATA: Your courtesy is appreciated, sir. But I am aware that I do not effectively convey the fear called for in this scene.

PICARD: Well, you've never known fear, Data. 

But as an acute observer of behaviour, 

you should be able to approximate it.

DATA: Sir, that is not an appropriate basis for an effective performance. Not by the standards set by my mentors.

PICARD: Your mentors?

DATA: Yes, sir. I have studied the philosophies of virtually every known acting master. I find myself attracted to Stanislavsky, Adler, Garnav. Proponents of an acting technique known as 'The Method' --

TNG Data as Scrooge (Devil's Due)

[Corridor]

(Patrick Stewart is a Method actor, by the way)

PICARD: Method acting? I'm vaguely familiar with it, but why would you choose such an old-fashioned approach?

DATA: Perhaps because the technique requires an actor to seek his own emotional awareness to understand the character he plays.

PICARD: But surely that's an impossible task for you, Data.

DATA: Sir, I have modified The Method for my own uses. Since I have no emotional awareness to create a performance, I am attempting to use performance to create emotional awareness. I believe if I can learn to duplicate the fear of Ebenezer Scrooge, I will be one step closer to truly understanding Humanity.

RIKER [OC]: Captain Picard, please report to the Bridge.

PICARD: On my way, Number One. Data, the moment you decided to stop imitating other actors and create your own interpretation, you were already one step closer to understanding Humanity.

[Bridge]

RIKER: We've received an emergency transmission from the science station on Ventax-Two, sir.

PICARD: What's the nature of the emergency?

RIKER: Uncertain. The signal was interrupted.

WORF: Contact reestablished with Ventax Two, sir.

RIKER: On screen.

(a very static-laden image)

CLARK [on viewscreen]: I am Doctor Howard Clark, director of the science station here on Ventax Two. Thank you for responding.

PICARD: Worf, can you improve our reception?

WORF: The trouble is at the transmission source, sir.

PICARD: Doctor Clark, we are barely able maintain communication with you. Can you boost the level of your power source?

CLARK [on viewscreen]: I'm afraid not, Captain. It's under attack.

PICARD: Under attack?

CLARK [on viewscreen]: There's a mob outside the door, trying to break into the station. The planet is in chaos. Lootings, fires, mass hysteria. These people are all convinced their world is coming to an end. Tomorrow. Please, we must have your immediate --

Captain's Log, stardate 44474.5. 

We have reached Ventax Two and are attempting to contact the Federation science station, which at last report was under siege by an angry mob.

“Just Need to Check Your Thinking —“

'You have become the Thought Police.' 

UK Police Chief questioned over re...

Crudity

 

The First Horse

Alien: Covenant - David Meets Neomorph Scene (1080p)

The Captain :

....Move.

David-8 :

Don't shoot --

Don't shoot....

-- Communication, Captain.

Breathe on the nostrils 

of A Horse... and he'll 

be yours' for life.

....but You HAVE to get close --

....You have to earn its respect.

(gunshots)

(screeching!) No!

The Captain :

Out of the way! Move!

(CONTINUES SCREECHING)

(gunshots)

David-8 :

How could you!?

It trusted me.

The Captain :

David, I met The Devil once, 

when I was A Child... and 

I've never forgotten him.

So, David, you're gonna tell 

me exactly what's going on... 

or I am going to seriously fuck up 

your perfect composure.

As you wish, Captain.

This way....

5 The sonar scope.

The Blob is moving around without 

really closing in on them.

6 Int. Starbug rear section.

LISTER and CAT are using breathing 

masks while everyone is standing

around the scope.

RIMMER: 

What's it doing?

LISTER: 

It's trying to figure out 

what we are.  

(To Kryten) 

Cut The Power.

RIMMER: 

This venom -- are 

we safe in here?

LISTER: 

It penetrated the hull of 

a class-D Space Corps 

seeding ship.  

In comparison, 

we're a sardine tin.

RIMMER: 

It's moving.

LISTER: 

Where?

HOLLY: 

Down.

LISTER: 

Speed?

HOLLY: 

15 knots ... 

16 ... 18 ...

RIMMER: 

It's diving.

LISTER: 

Course?

HOLLY: 

Collision.

KRYTEN: 

Do we move or stay?

HOLLY: 

25 knots ... 

35 ... 50 ...

RIMMER: 

It's coming straight for us.

LISTER: 

There are only 

three alternatives  --

It thinks we're either 

A Threat, Food, or A Mate.  

It's gonna either kill us, 

eat us, or hump us --

We can either 

persuade it that We 

are not that sort of 

oceanic salvage vessel, 

or we scarper, pronto --

CAT: 

To be diddled by a giant squid 

on the first date?  Think how 

we'd feel in the morning!

KRYTEN: 

OK, we're going to try and outrun it.  

Holly, hit the power, and

  give me manual!

Starbug lifts off from the ocean bed 

and starts to move off as quick asit can.  

The Despair Squid is in hot pursuit.

Notes on Camp

Greedy Peasant Book Club Notes on Camp

Hadley's Hope

Aliens "Hadley's Hope" (Directors Cut)

[A Conversation in 

Hadley's Hope, Main Operations Centre, 

shortly before the xenomorph outbreak]

Al Simpson: 

[to a co-worker, on his way leaving] 

I'll be down in Maintenance, okay?

Brad Lydecker: Al?

Al Simpson: [absent-mindedly] What?

Brad Lydecker: Hey, Al!

Al Simpson: What?

Brad Lydecker: Remember you sent some 

wildcatters out to the middle of nowhere 

last week, out past the Ilium Range?

Al Simpson: Yeah, what?

Brad Lydecker: 

One of them's on the horn, 

a Mom-and-Pop survey team. 

He says he's on to something, and

he wants to know if his claim will be honored.

Al Simpson: 

Why wouldn't his claim be honored?

Brad Lydecker: Well, 

because you sent them out to that particular 

middle-of-nowhere on Company orders, 

maybe?, I dunno,

Al Simpson : Christ! Some honch 

in a cushy office on Earth says 

"Go Look at a grid reference --". 

So, We Look -- They don't 

say why, and I don't ask; 

I don't ask, because it takes two weeks 

to get An Answer out here, and 

The Answer is always : --

Both Men in unison : "-- Don't ask.".

Brad Lydecker: So, what do I Tell this guy?

Al Simpson: [sighs] Tell him, as far as I'm concerned, 

if he finds something, it is HIS -- (smiles, patiently) 

Lydecker? — [points towards the corridor]

Brad Lydecker: What....? 

[looks the way Al Simpson pointed and notices children playing there] 

You kids know you're  not supposed to be on this level! Go on, get outta here!

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Robert Picardo talks about how he conned 

his way into Star Trek First Co...

The Benefit Of Law

"Surely, Your Grace, when A Man rises 

so high and so swiftly, we must think 

he was misplaced in His Origins. 

(everyone looks at the 

snivelling little bastard)

......That, at least, was the 

opinion of Aristotle and --"

-- Richard Rich

A Man For All Seasons - Clip "Give The Devil Benefit Of Law"

(Having fallen down in The Mud, intruiging with Thomas Cromwell, Richard Rich barges his way into The House of More during dinner and gets himself admitted into the dining hall -- covered in Muck -- )

Richard Rich :

Sir Thomas. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Richard? 

Richard Rich :

.....I fell. 

Lady Alice. 

Lady Margaret. 

Richard Rich :

Good evening. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Do you know 

William Roper, 

The Younger? 

Richard Rich :

By reputation, of course. 

Young Roper :

Good evening, Master.... 

Richard Rich :

Rich. 

Young Roper :

..... Oh! --

Richard Rich :

You've heard of me? 

Young Roper :

Yes. 

Richard Rich :

In what connection? I don't know 

what you can have heard.

 

.....I sense that I'm 

not welcome here. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Why Richard? 

Have you done something 

to make you not welcome? 

Richard Rich :

.....Cromwell is asking questions. About you. 

He's always asking questions 

about you and your opinions. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Of whom? 

Richard Rich :

(Points The Finger at The Tyler)

Of him, for one. That's 

one of his sources. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Of course. That's one 

of my servants. 

All right, Matthew --

Richard Rich :

Well, you look at me as 

though I were an enemy. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Why Richard, you're shaking....

Richard Rich :

Help me. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

How? 

Richard Rich :

Employ me. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

-- No.

Richard Rich :

Employ me! 

No. I would be faithful. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Richard -- You couldn't answer 

for yourself even so far as tonight. 

Young Roper :

Arrest him!

St. Sir Thomas More :

For what?

Young Roper :

He's dangerous!

St. Sir Thomas More :

Libel. 

Young Roper :

He's a spy!

That man's bad! 

St. Sir Thomas More :

There's no law against that.

Young Roper :

God's law!

St. Sir Thomas More :

Then God can arrest him.

Young Roper :

While you talk, he's gone! 

St. Sir Thomas More :

Go he should, if 

he were The Devil, until 

he broke The Law.

Young Roper :

Now you give The Devil 

benefit of Law!

St. Sir Thomas More :

Yes, what would you do? 

Cut a road through 

The Law to get 

after The Devil? 

Young Roper :

Yes. I'd cut down every Law 

in England to do that. 

St. Sir Thomas More :

And when the last law was down, 

and The Devil turned on you, 

Where would you hide, Roper, 

The Laws all being flat? 

This Country is planted with laws from 

coast to coast, Man's Laws, not God's, 

and if you cut them down...

-- and you're just the man to do it --

...do you really think you could stand upright 

in The Wind that would blow then? 

Yes. I give The Devil benefit of Law 

for my own safety's sake.

Epilogue :

St. Thomas More's head was stuck 

on Traitor's Gate for a month. 

Then his daughter, Margaret, 

removed it and kept it 

'til her death. 

Cromwell was beheaded 

for High Treason five years 

after More. 

The Archbishop was 

burned at The Stake. 

The Duke of Norfolk 

should have been executed 

for High Treason... but 

The King died of syphilis 

the night before --

Richard Rich became 

Chancellor of England... 

...and died in his bed.