CONFESS, Old Woman -- CONFESS!

Monty Python - The Semaphore Version of Wuthering Heights

The Weight of History

ROHM-DUTT: 

(sotto) Varlik? Help me. 

VARLIK: You're A Traitor. 

ROHM-DUTT: (sotto) 

Now listen, now listen, Varlik. 

We're Good Friends, you and I, huh? 

Now, I've got a lot of Money 

back on Delta Magna. 

A lot of Money, and I —

VARLIK: It's Your Greed 

that's brought You to this, 

Rohm-Dutt. You betrayed 

The People of The Lakes.

You brought us weapons that 

were old and rotten. 

ROHM-DUTT: No, I Told You, 

they had to be cleaned. 

VARLIK: We examined them. 

The barrels are bent, the metal

corroded. You thought you'd 

be safely away from here 

before we tried to use them. 

ROHM-DUTT: 

No, it's not True, Varlik. 

I bought them in Good Faith. 

Now, let me 

explain to Ranquin —

VARLIK: 

There's nothing to explain. 

We heard you call out to 

The Leader of The Dryfoots. 

Do You Think We're fools? 

ROHM-DUTT: I was confused! 

I mean, the sight of Kroll —

VARLIK: It was A Plot! 

You bought us rotten weapons 

so that We'd enter into 

A Battle we couldn't win. 

Oh no, You cheated Us, 

Rohm-Dutt, just as 

The Dryfoots have always 

cheated Our People. 

Tom : You see? 

The Weight of History's against You. 

ROHM-DUTT: 

What do you know of it? 

Tom : I know a rogue 

when I see a rogue, and 

I've no desire to die in 

the company of a rogue, have you? 

Have you any desire to die 

in the company of a rogue? 

M’Lady : 

I'd rather not die at all. 

Tom : I know that feeling.

Never Turn Your Back on a Breen

It’s The Primaries, 

not The Election —

Nobody from His Own Side

Thinks that they could Do 

a BETTER Job of Beating 

The Other Guy —

It’s like The Klingon Chain of Command :

Gowron is a SUPERB Politician —

He’s A Killer, 

but He was always

An Outsider and never 

A Soldier of The Empire, and 

He never Won any Glorious Battles

in The Service of Someone ELSE.

He is risking The Outcome 

of The Biggest War in HISTORY by 

Giving Orders to His Commander-in-Chief,

who IS a Loyal Soldier of The Empire,

and a Brave Military Genius, to boot

that will Force him to suffer a string of Humiliating Defeats in Public to 

Destroy Martok’s Popularity and 

eliminate His Principle Rival for 

Leadership in The Post-War Politics

of The Klingon Empire —

Exactly as Truman was accused

of Doing with MacArthur 

in The Korean War —

Truman WAS a War Hero :

He fought Tooth and Nail

(and AGAINST The Draft Board’s medical disqualifications) to get SENT to The Front

AS A VOLUNTEER in World War I —

But by The Time he GOT there, 

It was November 1918,  there was 

a negotiated cease-fire, he arrived

at The Front on The Last Day of The War,

His Unit’s Artillery successfully killed a bunch of German Conscripts (who were trying to Kill Them) before 11 am,

Truman’s there, lying in The Mud, taking cover, and His Troops, His Boys let out 

a jubilant cacophony of Triumph,

and Truman goes, “No, no, Boys — 

They’re DYING over There.”

The Breen enter The Dominon War

with A Secret Weapon that nobody 

KNOWS about — The Romulans, who

Don’t Trust ANYONE, and Lie about

EVERYTHING have A Saying :

“NEVER Turn Your BACK on a BREEN —“

The Federation knows almost nothing about The Breen — They are EXTREMELY Alien : The Romulans quite clearly know 

a lot MORE, which is why They refuse to TELL anyone else about it —

They have Cloaking Technology;

Their Vessels incorporate some kind of Bio-Organic Computer System —

Their Home Planet is EXTREMELY Cold,

and when They leave Home,

They Wear CONTAINMENT Suits that 

keeps Their Body Temperature Down :

The Suits make Them 

Look AND Sound almost 

EXACTLY like Bossk,

The FAKE Bounty Hunter,

that is ACTUALLY

A Princess in Disguise —

Their Language, filtered through 

The Suits is COMPLETELY resistant 

to The Universal Translator —

But The Changelings can understand 

What They are Saying, because 

They’re Shapeshifters, and apply

A Patch to The Genetic-recipe 

of The Vorta (Good Ears), so 

They can understand and negotiate with Them, too — whereas The Cardassians CAN’T, but Damar, regardless, because 

of this understands EXACTLY 

What is Going on —

The rest of The Galaxy believes

that The Containment Suits are

to keep Them alive — especially

in The Desert. It later transpires 

that this isn’t True —

Nobody in Starfleet, OR The Federation

has ever seen a Breen without The Suit on : but Kira has. 

Because she killed one to steal His Suit.

“Be Free of The Carbonite — 

You have Hibernation-sickness….

Your Vision will return in Time —“

“……Who are You?”

(peels The Helmet off) 

“Someone Who Loves You.”

and The Crowd goes WILD…!!!

Anyway : The Containment Suit ISN’T There to Keep Them ALIVE  —

It’s to FREEZE Them in Place,

because at Earth-Normal Ambient Temperature, Their BODIES enter a state of FLUIDITY : Boys start Thinking about Doing it with other Boys, Genders Dissolve…. DOGS and CATS, LIVING Together — MASS HYSTERIA!!

And no Species can exist 

like that Non-Consensually —

How would Children ever get conceived?

They would be at The Mercy

of Other People’s Environments, which 

renders Them EXTREMELY Vulnerable :

and therefore, justifiably Xenophobic.

Eugene McCarthy was 

The Stalking Horse, 

Attacking The "R"-Complex (discretely.)

There's a loss of Initiative, Caution,

many of the Human cognitive functions.

Apparently the result of decay

in the frontal, parietal,

temporal and occipital lobes.

On revival, the rate of decomposition

slows substantially.

Indications are that these beings...

could function over a period of years...

In cases of early revival, 10 to 12 years

before decay would threaten mobility.

The Brain is The Engine, Sarah,

The Motor that Drives Them.

They don't need any blood flow, 

don't need any of their internal organs.

Now, I've severed all

the vital organs in this one.

There's nothing left of The Corpse 

but Brain and limbs, and still it Functions.

Oh, look, Sarah. Look.

See, it wants me.

It wants Food, but it has no stomach.

It can take no nourishment

from what it ingests.

It's working on Instinct, 

a deep, dark, primordial Instinct.

Decomposition occurs first 

in the frontal lobes,

the neocortex, and next 

in the limbic system,

the middle brain.

But The Core... The Core 

is the last thing to be

attacked by the decay.

It's the "r" complex, Sarah... that central bit of

prehistoric jelly...

that we inherited

from the reptiles.

Here. I've gone into the center here

and attacked The "R"-Complex discretely.

I've removed it from the equation...

this corpse.

I believe this creature would be benign even

if it had its eyesight and its other senses.

Its primitive instincts

have been erased.

It still has motor function,

probably still has powers of  Deliberation.

It can be domesticated,

Sarah, don't you see?

It can be conditioned to behave the way

we want it to behave.

And all that's required

is 15 hours of fancy surgery...

that only a handful of people

are trained to do.

We were going to stop work on the neurophysical, concentrate 

on something more practical.

These finds are central to the condition.

I will not stop work...

that might lead to an answer, let alone

in an area that is central to The Condition.

But you're just proving theories

that were advanced months ago.

And you're not even proving them correctly.

You're making a lot of assumptions.

You're wasting time trying

to define what's happening...

instead of looking

for what's making it happen.

And just slicing up too many specimens.

It's extremely dangerous...

to go up on top

and round them up in the wild.

Well, we can't control them.

What happened to this one?

It was too unruly.

I couldn't handle it. I had to Destroy it.

We can still get Information from it.

Dr. Logan,

we are losing

the cooperation of the men.

I'm not even sure they'll go up top when we

run out of the specimens we have.

I'm not sure they won't just try to

shut us down completely.

Well, I'll show them results.

I'll show them results.

I'll show them that these creatures

can be domesticated even without the surgery.

Knowing what they are, we can

begin to approach them properly,

condition them, control them.

We've got to do this, Sarah.

It's our only hope.

Yes, This is Major Cooper.

I needed him, Sarah. 

He's helping us more now

than he ever did when he was alive.

But I saw the grave.

They buried one of the specimens.

Jesus. God, Logan.

Do you know what they'll do to you

if they find out about this?

Do you know what they'll do to all of us?

They'll never find out.

He can't be recognized.

Not a peep. Long-range or