BELLE

I'm standing here.

You can talk to me.

I don't know you.

You don't have to.

I'm happy to leave right now.

I don't require a vouch.

You need to watch how you talk to me.

You Want to Be The Useful Person at The Funeral

Jordan Peterson - Be The Reliable Person at a Funeral

You Want to Be

The Useful Person at The Funeral - 

How's THAT for a Goal?

That's a Good Goal.

You Know That You've Got Yourself Together in a Situation Like That.

Because You're Going to Be at Them - 

And Maybe You Want to Be The Person On Whose Shoulder People Cry.

That'd Be a Good Goal.

Because it Really is Something to Be The Reliable Person at a Funeral.

And You Can Aim at That.

You Can Do That.

And You Gotta Be Tough to Do That, 

Because That Also Means That 
You Can Sustain a Major Loss, 
Without Collapsing.

 And You Gotta Be a Monster to Do That.

No one knows what it's like 

To be the bad man 

To be the sad man 

Behind blue eyes 

No one knows what it's like 

To be hated 

To be fated 

To telling only lies 

But my dreams 

They aren't as empty 

As my conscience 

Seems to be 

I have hours 

Only lonely 

My love is vengeance 

That's never free 

THE KING :

[IN FARSI.] : 

No one comprehends this pain 

Feels this feeling 

Like me 

And I blame you 

No one controls themselves like this 

His anger 

His pain 

My pain and fear 

Cannot be revealed 

BOTH: 

But my dreams 

They aren't as empty 

As my conscience 

Seems to be 

I have hours 

Only lonely 

My love is vengeance 

That's never free 

My love is vengeance.

That's never free.

When my fist clenches, crack it open 

Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile 

Tell me some bad news 

Before I laugh and act like a fool 

KING FAROUK

[ IN FARSI] : 

If I am evil 

[TONE RESONATES.]

- [DAVID GROANS.]

Purify me If I shiver 

LEGION :

When I shiver 

[ECHOING.]

Please give me a blanket 

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat 

[LAUGHS.]

No one knows what it's like 

To be the bad man 

To be the sad man, man, man, man, man

The Path of The Righteous Man is Beset on All Sides by The Iniquities of The Selfish, and The Tyrrany of Evil Men.

Blessed is He, Who in The Name of Charity and Goodwill Shepherds The Weak Through The Valley of Darkness –

For He is Truly His Brother's Keeper,

And The Finder of Lost Children.

And I Will Strike Down Upon Thee with Grrrreat Vengance and FURRRIOUS Anger Those Who Attempt to Poison and Destroy My Brothers –

And You Will KNOW  My Name is The LORD, When I Lay My Vengeance Upon Thee

The Truth is : 

YOU'RE  The WEAK – 

and I, am The Tyrany of Evil Men....

Idealisation and Devaluation

I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. 

She was wearing a white dress. 

She appeared like an angel. 

Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. 

They... cannot... touch... her.

I Refused to Be a Fool

THE GODFATHER WAS BORN VITO ANDOLINI IN THE TOWN OF CORLEONE IN SICILY. 

IN 1901 HIS FATHER WAS MURDERED FOR AN INSULT TO THE LOCAL MAFIA CHIEFTAIN. 

HIS OLDER BROTHER PAOLO SWORE REVENGE AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE HILLS, LEAVING VITO, THE ONLY MALE HEIR, TO STAND WITH HIS MOTHER AT THE FUNERAL. 

HE WAS NINE YEARS OLD. 

MICHAEL (reaching over, touching his father)

What's the matter? What's bothering you?

(then, after the Don doesn't answer)

I'll handle it. I told you I can handle it, I'll handle it. 

VITO CORLEONE (as he stands)

I knew that Santino was going to have to go through all this. And Fredo -- well --

(then, after he sits besides Michael)

-- Fredo was -- well -- But I never -- I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life, I don't apologise, to take care of my family. And I refused -- to be a fool -- dancing on the string, held by all those -- bigshots. I don't apologize -- that's my life -- but I thought that -- that when it was your time -- that -- that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator - Corleone. Governor - Corleone, or something... 

MICHAEL

Another pezzonovante... 

VITO CORLEONE

Well -- this wasn't enough time, Michael. Wasn't enough time... 

MICHAEL

We'll get there, Pop -- we'll get there... 

VITO CORLEONE

Uh...

(then, after kissing Michael on the cheek)

Now listen -- whoever comes to you with this Barzini meeting -- he's The Traitor. Don't forget that. 

But You and I, We've Been Through That

"No reason to get excited," The Thief he kindly spoke - 

"There are many here among us who feel that Life is but A Joke.

But You and I, we've been through That - And this is not Our Fate.

So let not talk falsely now - The Hour is Getting Late."

UNCLEAN

CARY

The Male Loudermilk :

You're upset.

Your mind can't reconcile 

The Person We See 

with 

The Person You •Think• You Are.

SYD:

But we can help.

Medicine and Therapy.

DAVID :

Back to the psych ward? 

David The Zombie.

[PANTING.]

Well, bullshit! 

You want me gone so bad? 

Fine, I'm gone.

SYD :

No.

VERMILLION 1:

You will allow treatment, or we will be forced to terminate.

DAVID :

You're gonna •kill• me?

DIVAD : 

Run.

Get out.

DAVID :

No.

No.

I want to hear you say it.

That you're gonna kill me if I don't let them turn me into 

Something Different

Something Easy.

Something Clean.

 

DAVID :

You said something to me at the trial, if that's what you want to call it.

Cary,

The Male Loudermilk :

I think we saw that as an intervention.

DAVID :

You tried to •gas• me.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

Not me, personally, if that makes any—

DAVID :

It doesn't.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

Okay.

What-what did I say at the, at the trial? 

DAVID :

You said, 

“Your mind can't reconcile 

The Person We See 

with 

The Person You •Think• You Are.”

Cary,

The Male Loudermilk :

Yes.

I-I think that's right.

Don't kill me.

DAVID :

I'm not gonna - 

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

She needs me.

DAVID :

Stop.

I'm not gonna kill you.

You're gonna do something for me.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

I am? 

DAVID :

I need a tank or a tool, something that magnifies powers.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

Yours? 

DAVID :

No.

She's young, right? 

I think that's the problem.

They're not fully developed yet, her powers.

So you're gonna build a tank or a tool to help her help me.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

Help you do what? 

DAVID :

Fix things.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

David, you don't have to do this.

Come back with me —

DAVID :

No.

Open your mind, your heart.

This is good.

You •want• to do this.

Cary, 

The Male Loudermilk :

I do? 

DAVID :

You Will.

Where’s Claire? Where’s Klare?

How about a another joke, Murray?

Q : What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?

A : You get what you fuckin’ deserve!

TELL HER TO LEAVE HIM

TELL •HER• TO •LEAVE• HIM

Know Thyself – I’m a Failure!

Pass on what you have learned. 

Strength, Mastery. But Weakness, Folly, Falure, also. 

Yes, Failure most of all.

The Greatest Teacher, Failure is. 

Luke, We are what they grow beyond. 

That is The True Burden of all Masters.

DEFEAT

In the aftermath of a losing battle, regardless of how aggressively a lobster has behaved, it becomes unwilling to fight further, even against another, previously defeated opponent. 

A vanquished competitor loses confidence, sometimes for days. Sometimes the defeat can have even more severe consequences. 

If a dominant lobster is badly defeated, its brain basically dissolves. Then it grows a new, subordinate’s brain—one more appropriate to its new, lowly position. 

Its original brain just isn’t sophisticated to manage the transformation from king to bottom dog without virtually complete dissolution and regrowth. 

Anyone who has experienced a painful transformation after a serious defeat in romance or career may feel some sense of kinship with the once successful crustacean. 

The Neurochemistry of Defeat and Victory 

A lobster loser’s brain chemistry differs importantly from that of a lobster winner. This is reflected in their relative postures. Whether a lobster is confident or cringing depends on the ratio of two chemicals that modulate communication between lobster neurons: serotonin and octopamine. 

Winning increases the ratio of the former to the latter. A lobster with high levels of serotonin and low levels of octopamine is a cocky, strutting sort of shellfish, much less likely to back down when challenged. 

This is because serotonin helps regulate postural flexion. A flexed lobster extends its appendages so that it can look tall and dangerous, like Clint Eastwood in a spaghetti Western. 

When a lobster that has just lost a battle is exposed to serotonin, it will stretch itself out, advance even on former victors, and fight longer and harder. 

The drugs prescribed to depressed human beings, which are selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, have much the same chemical and behavioural effect. In one of the more staggering demonstrations of the evolutionary continuity of life on Earth, Prozac even cheers up lobsters. 

High serotonin/ low octopamine characterizes the victor. The opposite neurochemical configuration, a high ratio of octopamine to serotonin, produces a defeated-looking, scrunched-up, inhibited, drooping, skulking sort of lobster, very likely to hang around street corners, and to vanish at the first hint of trouble. 

Serotonin and octopamine also regulate the tail-flick reflex, which serves to propel a lobster rapidly backwards when it needs to escape. 

Less provocation is necessary to trigger that reflex in a defeated lobster. You can see an echo of that in the heightened startle reflex characteristic of the soldier or battered child with post-traumatic stress disorder. 

The Principle of Unequal Distribution 

When a defeated lobster regains its courage and dares to fight again it is more likely to lose again than you would predict, statistically, from a tally of its previous fights. 

Its victorious opponent, on the other hand, is more likely to win. It’s winner-take-all in the lobster world, just as it is in human societies, where the top 1 percent have as much loot as the bottom 50 percent11—and where the richest eighty-five people have as much as the bottom three and a half billion.”

“One time, sparring with another white belt, I was choked out with a ‘guillotine’ choke, where one arm is round your head like a playground headlock and the other under your throat pulling upwards. 

Because it was another beginner, not Chris or another warlord from the control end of the room, the sparring was competitive and – this is interesting – my ego was suddenly invited back into the equation. 

When I’m sparring with Chris the relationship has explicit and implicit safety built into it, I’m not competing, I couldn’t compete, I’m learning. When it’s against Dave, Smasher, my ego would do just as well to pit itself against the hydraulic jaws of a garbage truck. 

Against another white belt, my ego sees a little chance for glory and sidles in where it would best be left out. As the choke took hold and I felt beaten and submitted it were as if the wrench on my neck had opened a valve to an inaccessible cellar where my bruised adolescent self lay hiding. 

I sat quietly afterwards, uncertain of what I felt. 

My wife remarked that I was quiet that evening and I, reluctantly (ego, again) told her what had happened.

She almost thought it funny, not in a derisory way or in a way that made me feel more ashamed and defensive, but in a way that highlighted the idiosyncrasy of my feeling. 

I spoke about it to someone else who doesn’t drink and does Jiu Jitsu and he explained that it’s a contact sport and that these feelings are normal and have to be accepted. I learned an important lesson through that particular experience. 

I had avoided an entire aspect of my nature because of an unwillingness to confront the vulnerability, no, the shame, that is inhered within physical defeat. 

It came to me in this way, this may not be historically true, but mythically it is: 

I • As a boy I could fight, I had no fear. 

II • As an adolescent I was not initiated. 

III • As I awoke, I was not shown how to live at the new frequency, I had only women to observe and ‘role model’. 

• When violence came, as it does to all teenage boys, I was not equipped and the shame killed a part of me, it put it ‘underground’. 

• I was too afraid to try and revive it; it was in adolescence of course that I became a drug addict. 

• I did not become willing to go into The Underworld until I killed the person I had to become to survive my youth. 

• When I finally went there, in my middle years, through the means of Jiu Jitsu, I needed a mentor, in this case Chris, to hold the space for me.”

Russell Brand,

“Mentors.” 

9

(The phone rings in REYES' bedroom. Her alarm clock shows the time as 9:09. REYES' picks up. The screen splits in half.)

REYES: (into phone) 

Hello?

SCULLY: (into phone) 

All right. I need to know.

REYES: (into phone) 

What?

SCULLY: (into phone) 

What my numerology is. 

My number. Whatever you call it. 

What am I?

REYES: (into phone) 

You're a nine.

SCULLY: (into phone) 

Which means what?

REYES: (into phone) 

Nine is completion. 

You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realisation that this life is only part of a larger whole.

(SCULLY is silent, and looks happy at what she's hearing.)

MULDER: 

Have you heard of Jerusalem Syndrome?

SCULLY: 

Yeah, it's when people who visit the Holy Land suffer religious delusions induced by the journey.

MULDER: 

Yeah, they return home convinced they're the Messiah, Moses, The Virgin Mary, even The Devil himself. 

Well, if that's what Simon Gates believes, he's just as delusional as Michael Kryder, only a lot more dangerous.

SCULLY: 

Yeah, but it still doesn't explain how he was able to burn his fingerprints into Owen Jarvis' flesh.

Lost Lenore

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Here is The Sun.

LOST LENORE :

Think about it, we -

We understand life backwards, 

but it's got to be lived forwards.

SALMON: 

Ain't that the truth.

LOST LENORE :

No, no, it's a quote.

Quick.

Who said it? 

You? 

No, originally.

You.

LOST LENORE :

Ah, forget it.

Only, don't ever.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING.]

[FRENCH SINGING CONTINUES.]

[FRENCH SINGING CONTINUES.]

LOST LENORE :

[CHUCKLES.]

Ever see an electric octopus? 

[LAUGHS.]

Once.

But I kept my distance.

LOST LENORE :

Where was it? 

When? Where? 

SQUIRREL:

Wait, did you say octopus? 

Ah, I was thinking ocelot.

AMY’S GHOST :

Bad dream? [GASPS.]

LOST LENORE :

[CHUCKLES.]

You know, man, when you walk with the Lord, the Lord walks with you.

AMY’S GHOST :

In all my dreams, for as long as I can remember, I was never myself.

Now I'm only myself in dreams.

Isn't that funny? [CHUCKLES.]

LOST LENORE :

[SIGHS.]

I'm sorry.

Really, I am.

•SMOTHERS AMY’S GHOST•

[MUFFLED SCREAM.]

•To No Avail.•

AMY’S GHOST :

No, you're not.

LOST LENORE :

Oh.

[GROANS.]

What do you want from me? 

AMY’S GHOST :

You need to do what you're told.

LOST LENORE :

By who? 

AMY’S GHOST :

By me.

David.

He's waiting.

He needs you.

LOST LENORE :

For what? 

I-I don't understand.

AMY’S GHOST :

The electric octopus.

LOST LENORE :

You've seen it, too? 

It's My guess is Helsinki.

Or Stockholm.

Which-which one is in Switzerland? 

AMY’S GHOST :

Are you prepared to do whatever it takes? 

For David? 

LOST LENORE :

...Yeah.

AMY’S GHOST :

You •love• him.

LOST LENORE :

Don't be •stupid•...

AMY’S GHOST :

Like The Flower loves The Bee.

LOST LENORE :

He really needs me...? 

What about what's her name? 

Ms.Perfect.

S-Sydney.

AMY’S GHOST :

She can't do what you can do.

LOST LENORE :

[SNAPS FINGERS.]

Amen, sister.

[LAUGHS.]

AMY’S GHOST :

Lenore.

LOST LENORE :

Okay.

Yeah.

If he needs me, I'll — Whatever.

I'm just on the R and R right now.

You know? 

AMY’S GHOST :

Lenore.

LOST LENORE :

What? 

AMY’S GHOST :

Neither Helsinki or Stockholm are in Switzerland.

SALMON :

Your Majesty? 

We're going to have a Little Prince.

The Family Idiot

PANNA: 

A Man! 

KARUNA: 

He was with her. 

PANNA: 

Impossible. Was he present when you opened the box? 

DOCTOR: 

Yes. Most enlightening. 

PANNA: 

What's he babbling about? 

No male can open the Box of Jhana without being driven out of his mind.

 

It is well known. 

Unless.... Is he an idiot? 

KARUNA: 

•Are• you an idiot? 

DOCTOR: 

Well, I suppose I must be. 

I have been called one many -

PANNA: 

Keep silent, idiot. 

DOCTOR: 

Yes. 

(Panna leads them into her cave.)

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

This is why clowns are good.

BILL MOYERS: 

Clowns?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

Clown religions, because they show that the image is not a fact, but it’s a reflex of some kind.

BILL MOYERS: 

So does this help explain the trickster gods that show up at times?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

They’re very much that, yes. 

Foolishness for Christ (Greek: διά Χριστόν σαλότητα, Church Slavonic: оуродъ, юродъ) refers to behavior such as giving up all one’s worldly possessions upon joining a monastic order, or deliberately flouting society’s conventions to serve a religious purpose—particularly of Christianity. Such individuals have historically been known as both “holy fools” and “blessed fools”. The term “fool” connotes what is perceived as feeblemindedness, and “blessed” or “holy” refers to innocence in the eyes of God.

The term fools for Christ derives from the writings of Saint Paul. Desert Fathers and other saints acted the part of Holy Fools, as have the yurodivy (or iurodstvo) of Eastern Orthodox asceticism. Fools for Christ often employ shocking and unconventional behavior to challenge accepted norms, deliver prophecies, or to mask their piety.

Parallels for this type of behavior exist in non-Christian traditions as well. The Avadhuta (Sanskrit), for example, the Islamic tradition of Qalandariyya and Malamatiyya Sufism and other crazy-wise mystics display similar traits. Nasreddin, of the Sufis, is also an example.

According to Christian ideas, “foolishness” included consistent rejection of worldly cares and imitating Christ, who endured mockery and humiliation from the crowd. The spiritual meaning of “foolishness” from the early ages of Christianity was close to unacceptance of common social rules of hypocrisy, brutality and thirst for power and gains.

By the words of Anthony the Great: “Here comes the time, when people will behave like madmen, and if they see anybody who does not behave like that, they will rebel against him and say: 

‘You are mad’, — because he is not like them.”

Paul the Apostle

Part of the Biblical basis for it can be seen in the words of the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 4:10, which famously says:

“We are fools for Christ’s sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.” 

(KJV).

And also:

“For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight. As it is written: 

“He catches the wise in their craftiness.” 

(1 Corinthians 3:19)

”For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” (1 Corinthians 1:18)

”For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.” (1 Corinthians 1:21)

The Holy Fool or yuródivyy (юродивый) is the Russian version of foolishness for Christ, a peculiar form of Eastern Orthodox asceticism. The yurodivy is a Holy Fool, one who acts intentionally foolish in the eyes of men. The term implies behaviour “which is caused neither by mistake nor by feeble-mindedness, but is deliberate, irritating, even provocative.”8

In his book Holy Fools in Byzantium and Beyond, Ivanov described “holy fool” as a term for a person who “feigns insanity, pretends to be silly, or who provokes shock or outrage by his deliberate unruliness.” He explained that such conduct qualifies as holy foolery only if the audience believes that the individual is sane, moral, and pious. The Eastern Orthodox Church holds that holy fools voluntarily take up the guise of insanity in order to conceal their perfection from the world, and thus avoid praise.

Some characteristics that were commonly seen in holy fools were going around half-naked, being homeless, speaking in riddles, being believed to be clairvoyant and a prophet, and occasionally being disruptive and challenging to the point of seeming immoral (though always to make a point).

Ivanov argued that, unlike in the past, modern yurodivy are generally aware that they look pathetic in others’ eyes. They strive to pre-empt this contempt through exaggerated self-humiliation, and following such displays they let it be known both that their behaviors were staged and that their purpose was to disguise their superiority over their audience.

Fools for Christ are often given the title of Blessed (блаженный), which does not necessarily mean that the individual is less than a saint, but rather points to the blessings from God that they are believed to have acquired.

The Eastern Orthodox Church records Isidora Barankis of Egypt (d. 369) among the first Holy Fools. However, the term was not popularized until the coming of Symeon of Emesa, who is considered to be a patron saint of holy fools.29 In Greek, the term for Holy Fool is salos.

The practice was recognised in the hagiography of fifth-century Byzantium, and it was extensively adopted in Muscovite Russia, probably in the 14th century. The madness of the Holy Fool was ambiguous, and could be real or simulated. He (or she) was believed to have been divinely inspired, and was therefore able to say truths which others could not, normally in the form of indirect allusions or parables. He had a particular status in regard to the Tsars, as a figure not subject to earthly control or judgement.

The first reported fool-for-Christ in Russia was St. Procopius (Prokopiy), who came from the lands of the Holy Roman Empire to Novgorod, then moved to Ustyug, pretending to be a fool and leading an ascetic way of life (slept naked on church-porches, prayed throughout the whole night, received food only from poor people). He was abused and beaten, but finally won respect and became venerated after his death.10

The Russian Orthodox Church numbers 36 yurodivye among its saints, starting from Procopius of Ustyug, and most prominently Basil Fool for Christ, who gives his name to Saint Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow. One of the best-known modern examples in the Russian Church is perhaps St Xenia of Saint Petersburg.

One of the more recent works in theology is Fools for Christ15 by Jaroslav Pelikan. Through six essays dealing with various “fools,” Pelikan explores the motif of fool-for-Christ in relationship to the problem of understanding the numinous:

The Holy is too great and too terrible when encountered directly for men of normal sanity to be able to contemplate it comfortably. Only those who cannot care for the consequences run the risk of the direct confrontation of the Holy.

Our Baby Has Friends

? Boodie / Judy ?

Well now, I'm not gonna talk about Judy. 

In fact, we're not gonna talk about Judy at all.

Gabrielle Xavier,

Mother of Legion :

This World makes no sense when you're not in it.

Charles Xavier,

Father of Legion :

I feel exactly the same way.

Is David...?

Gabrielle Xavier,

Mother of Legion :

No.

He's upstairs.

With his friends.

Our baby has friends.

Charles Xavier,

Father of Legion :

Thank God.

Are you all right? 

Gabrielle Xavier :

Do you ever think you should have just let me sleep? 

In the hospital? 

Charles Xavier,

Father of Legion :

Never.

Gabrielle Xavier,

Mother of Legion :

I saw demons.

Charles Xavier,

Father of Legion :

Yes, you did.

I saw a monkey with a king in his head —

I saw our son as an adult but so angry.

And together we fought a mad tyrant.

So demons sounds like you got off rather lightly.

I can't do this without you.

He needs us both.

No more travel.

No more bloodshed.

You know, I've always wanted to become a teacher.

Gabrielle Xavier,

Mother of Legion :

Are you gonna kiss me? 

Charles Xavier,

Father of Legion :

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Damned Terminian :

It's a compound. 

They'll see you coming. 

If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over. 

TYRESE :

Carol. How are you gonna do this? 

Carol :

I'm gonna kill people. 

Damned Terminian :

She got a name? 

Hey, she got a name? 

TYRESE :

Judith. 

Damned Terminian :

She your daughter or something?

TYRESE :

She's a friend. 

Damned Terminian :

Huh. 

( sighs ) 

I don't have any friends. 

I mean, I know people. 

They're just assholes I stay alive with. 

The other one your friend? 

The woman? 

I used to have them. 

Used to watch football on Sundays. 

Went to church.

( laughs )

I know I did. 

But I can't picture it anymore. It's funny how you don't even notice the time go by. 

Horrible shit just stacks up day after day. 

You get used to it. 

TYRESE :

I haven't gotten used to it.

Damned Terminian :

Of course you haven't.

You're The Kind of Guy Who Saves Babies. 

It's kind of like saving an anchor when you're stuck without a boat in the middle of the ocean.

 

Been behind some kind of walls, right? 

You're still around, but you haven't had to get your hands dirty. 

I can tell. See, you're a good guy. 

TYRESE :

You have no idea about the things I've done.

Damned Terminian :

You're a good guy. 

That's why you're gonna die today. 

It's why the baby is going to die. 

Or... you can get in that car, get out of here, keep on being lucky.

TYRESE :

You think you're gonna kill me?

Damned Terminian :

Why haven't you killed me? 

How does having me alive help you? 

Why the hell are you even talking to me? 

Take her, take the car, and go. 

I don't want to do this today.