Hero Worship was one of the most distinctive features of ancient Greek religion.
In Homeric Greek, “hero” (ἥρως, hḗrōs) refers to a man who was fighting on either side during the Trojan War.
By the historical period, however, the word came to mean specifically a dead man, venerated and propitiated at his tomb or at a designated shrine, because his fame during life or unusual manner of death gave him power to support and protect the living.
A hero was more than human but less than a god, and various kinds of supernatural figures came to be assimilated to the class of heroes; the distinction between a hero and a god was less than certain, especially in the case of Heracles, the most prominent, but atypical hero.
In the midst of these great perplexities, Her Ladyship made an attempt to kill herself by taking poison.
Though she only made herself dangerously ill, due to the very small amount which she swallowed, this, nevertheless, caused an intervention from a certain quarter, which was long overdue.
Oh, my God!
"If My Mother had died... it would've been as much my responsibility as if I had poured the strychnine for her myself.
For to the everlasting disgrace of my family name I have, by my cowardice, and by my weakness allowed the Barrys to establish a brutal and ignorant tyranny over our lives which has left my mother a broken woman and to squander and ruin a fine family fortune.
[ THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MONEY ]
My friends profess sympathy, but behind my back I know I am despised.
And quite justifiably so.
However...
...I know now what I must do.
And what I shall do.
Whatever be the cost.
"Good morning, My Lord."
"Good morning.
Is Mr. Barry Lyndon here?"
"Yes, My Lord, he's inside."
"Mr. Redmond Barry.
The last occasion on which we met... you wantonly caused me injury
and dishonour.
In such a manner, and to such an extent no gentleman can willingly suffer...
Cordelia walks into Angel's office as he puts on his blazer.
CORDELIA
So...
(walks up to Angel)
you feel good?
ANGEL
I do. I just...I kind of feel bad about it.
CORDELIA
My God, you are a piece of work.
ANGEL
I just don't feel like I deserve...
(shrugs)
I mean, all I did was beat up a tiny Texan.
It's not like I helped anyone.
(sits on the chair arm)
CORDELIA
Sure you did.
ANGEL
Who?
CORDELIA
Boy, I really do fall for the dumb ones.
You know how you're always trying to save, oh, every single person in The World?
Did it ever occur to you you were one of them?
ANGEL
No, it never did.
CORDELIA
Well, you made the list, gorgeous.
And you needed some help.
ANGEL
And you were the one that helped me.
CORDELIA
I did my part.
(sits beside Angel)
ANGEL
Lindsey wasted a lot of energy trying to make me doubt myself. I know it's not even close to over, but I do feel like I can do this. Wolfram & Hart, whatever's coming, I feel like we can beat it.
CORDELIA
I know.
ANGEL
You do?
CORDELIA
I always did. I... I just needed you to know it, too.
ANGEL
So all that stuff about the deals with the devil...
CORDELIA
(nods)
Was God's honest truth.
(looks at Angel)
But you're bigger than that. You'll win this in the end.
(stands, steps away)
I, uh... just wish I could be there to see it.
ANGEL
What do you mean? You're not...
CORDELIA
(turns to face Angel)
I can't stay. This isn't me anymore. You can say good-bye to the gang for me, explain everything once you understand.
ANGEL
That's gonna be never.
(walks toward her)
I need you here.
CORDELIA
(with tears in her eyes)
Don't make it hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road... and this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one, and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.
ANGEL
Cordy, there's just—
CORDELIA
(touches his face)
We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. I'll be seeing you.
(smiles through her tears, turns to walk out of the office)
(stops, turns around, walks quickly up to Angel)
Oh, what the hell. One for the road?
(kisses Angel, but moments later, the telephone rings)
ANGEL
You know, um... I don't...I don't need to get that.
CORDELIA
(tenderly straightens his tie)
That you have to get.
(Angel walks toward the phone)
Oh... and you're welcome.
ANGEL
(answers the phone)
Hello. Yes, I know. She's... but that's impossible. She's standing right—
(turns to look for Cordelia, but she's not there; he becomes visibly upset)
I'm sorry. Yeah.
(choking up)
When did she die? Did she, um... she never did wake up? I see.
(hangs up, looks out to where Cordelia was standing moments earlier)
Thank you.
Fade to black.
25 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Cordelia walks into Angel's office as he puts on his blazer.
CORDELIA
So...
(walks up to Angel)
you feel good?
ANGEL
I do. I just...I kind of feel bad about it.
CORDELIA
My God, you are a piece of work.
ANGEL
I just don't feel like I deserve...
(shrugs)
I mean, all I did was beat up a tiny Texan. It's not like I helped anyone.
(sits on the chair arm)
CORDELIA
Sure you did.
ANGEL
Who?
CORDELIA
Boy, I really do fall for the dumb ones. You know how you're always trying to save, oh, every single person in the world? Did it ever occur to you you were one of them?
ANGEL
No, it never did.
CORDELIA
Well, you made the list, gorgeous. And you needed some help.
ANGEL
And you were the one that helped me.
CORDELIA
I did my part.
(sits beside Angel)
ANGEL
Lindsey wasted a lot of energy trying to make me doubt myself. I know it's not even close to over, but I do feel like I can do this. Wolfram & Hart, whatever's coming, I feel like we can beat it.
CORDELIA
I know.
ANGEL
You do?
CORDELIA
I always did. I... I just needed you to know it, too.
ANGEL
So all that stuff about the deals with the devil...
CORDELIA
(nods)
Was God's honest truth.
(looks at Angel)
But you're bigger than that. You'll win this in the end.
(stands, steps away)
I, uh... just wish I could be there to see it.
ANGEL
What do you mean? You're not...
CORDELIA
(turns to face Angel)
I can't stay. This isn't me anymore. You can say good-bye to the gang for me, explain everything once you understand.
ANGEL
That's gonna be never.
(walks toward her)
I need you here.
CORDELIA
(with tears in her eyes)
Don't make it hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road... and this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one, and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.
ANGEL
Cordy, there's just—
CORDELIA
(touches his face)
We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. I'll be seeing you.
(smiles through her tears, turns to walk out of the office)
(stops, turns around, walks quickly up to Angel)
Oh, what the hell. One for the road?
(kisses Angel, but moments later, the telephone rings)
ANGEL
You know, um... I don't...I don't need to get that.
CORDELIA
(tenderly straightens his tie)
That you have to get.
(Angel walks toward the phone)
Oh... and you're welcome.
ANGEL
(answers the phone)
Hello. Yes, I know. She's... but that's impossible. She's standing right—
(turns to look for Cordelia, but she's not there; he becomes visibly upset)
I'm sorry. Yeah.
(choking up)
When did she die? Did she, um... she never did wake up? I see.
(hangs up, looks out to where Cordelia was standing moments earlier)
Thank you.
We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years.
Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were,
You take on certain responsibilities of The Other.
If it'd been me who'd - not made it, Major Coolidge'd be talking right now to my son Jim.
But the way it turned out, I'm talking to you.
Butch. I got somethin' for ya.
This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War.
It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee.
[ It's a Pocket Watch mounted onto a wrist strap ]
Made by the first company to ever make wrist watches.
Up 'til then, people just carried pocket watches.
It was bought by Private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris.
This was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it everyday he was in that war, and when he'd done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed until your granddad, Dane Coolidge, was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again.
This time they called it World War II.
Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's.
[ Hamlet ]
Dane was a Marine and he was killed -- along with all the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island.
Your granddad was facing death.
He knew it.
None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive, so three days before the Japanese took the island,
Your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport, name of Winocki
- a man he had never met before in his life -
to deliver to his infant son who he'd never seen in the flesh,
his gold watch.
Three days later, your granddad was dead,
but Winocki kept his word.
After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father his dad's gold watch.
This watch.
[He holds the watch up]
This watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi.
He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp.
He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch, it'd be confiscated and taken away.
The way your Dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright.
He'd be damned if any slope's gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it in one place he knew he could hide something - his ass.
Five long years he wore this watch up his ass.
And when, he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch.
I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family.
