Showing posts with label Damned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Damned. Show all posts

Wednesday 4 December 2019

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.












Sunday 13 October 2019

World X-Files Day




SKINNER: 
I can't represent you.

MULDER: 
You know all the facts, the details the whole government conspiracy. 
(MULDER looks at SKINNER.) 
More than that, 

I TRUST YOU.

(SKINNER is stunned silent by the weight of MULDER'S complete faith in him ... of MULDER'S willingness to put his life in SKINNER'S hands.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder ...

MULDER: 
They can't try me without exposing themselves. I know what I'm doing.



SCENE 23 
TEXAS-NEW MEXICO BORDER 
5:07 AM
(The SUV driven by MULDER makes it was down the road. It pulls off to the side.)

(MULDER cuts the engine, leans toward SCULLY who is sleeping and gently kisses her cheek. He gets out of the car.)

(MULDER unzips his pants and relieves himself, when ...)

FROHIKE: Hey, hot shot! You might have the common courtesy of doing your business there downwind.

MULDER: Oh, boy.

LANGLY: Why don't you just finish draining the little lizard and then we'll talk?

BYERS: We're very worried about you.

FROHIKE: It's craziness, man. Turn around.

LANGLEY: Just hang a big U-ie and never look back.

MULDER: I can't.

BYERS: Why risk perfect happiness, Mulder? Why risk your lives?

MULDER: Because I need to know the truth.

BYERS: You already know the truth.

(MULDER thinks about that one for a moment. When he responds, its with complete honesty at what he's really doing there.)

MULDER: I need to know if I can change it.

LANGLY: Change it?

FROHIKE: For crying out loud. All you're going to do is get yourself killed.

(From behind him, SCULLY got out of the car to look for MULDER.)

SCULLY: Mulder! What are you doing?

MULDER: I'll be right with you, Scully.

(They both get back into the car.)

CUT TO:

(Day. The road they're driving on will soon end at a hidden pueblo carved into the side of a mountain.)

(MULDER stops the car. They both get out. SCULLY looks around.)

SCULLY: What are they?

MULDER: Pueblos. Anasazi Indian. Abandoned 2,000 years ago. Nobody knows why.

SCULLY: Yeah, Mulder, but what are we doing here?

(MULDER points high to the window of a ruin along the way. There's smoking coming out from the window. Someone is there.)

(MULDER heads off in that direction. SCULLY follows. They both begin to climb up to meet the Keeper of the Truth.)

CUT TO:

(Inside on of the pueblos. An old Indian woman tends to the fire. MULDER and SCULLY enter the area where she lives.)

MULDER: Hello. My name is Fox Mulder. Do you understand me?

(The old woman looks at MULDER. Without a word, she rises from her chair and pushes the cloth curtain back and disappears behind it.

(SCULLY moves up from behind MULDER and passes him bringing her closer to the curtain. She turns around to look at MULDER.)

SCULLY: Mulder, what is it?

MULDER: I was sent a message and a key to the government facility at Mount Weather. The Indians said it was from a wise man who lived in the ruins: A Keeper of the Truth.

CUT TO:

(REYES and DOGGETT are traveling by helicopter above, doing a visual search for MULDER and SCULLY based upon the information given to them by GIBSON PRAISE.)

REYES: Do you see anything at all?

(DOGGETT shakes his head and continues to scan the grounds below.)

CUT TO:




SCENE 24
(Cave entrance. MULDER and SCULLY make their way through the narrow passageway at the mouth of the cave. They're led there by the old Indian Woman. At the end where it opens up into a living space, an old white-haired man sits there waiting for them.)

(MULDER enters first followed by SCULLY.)

CSM: What's the matter, Agent Mulder?

(CSM / C.G.B. SPENDER takes a drag of the cigarette through the hole in his trachea.)

CSM: You come to see the wise man but you look as if you've seen a ghost.

MULDER: You're no wise man. You're a dead man. Just like Krycek and X.

CSM: You see a dead man, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: I hoped and prayed you were dead you chain-smoking, son of a bitch.

(MULDER looks more than a little shocked to see CSM still alive.)

CSM: You waste your time. Ask Mulder. He knows the futility of hopes and prayers. He knows the truth now.

(SCULLY looks confused at what CSM'S saying. CSM zeroes in on this immediately and begins to exploit it as he's done so many times before.)

CSM: You have told her the truth haven't you, Fox? I helped you find it.

MULDER: You didn't help me. You sent me to that government facility knowing exactly what I'd find.

CSM: And now you refuse to speak it. Not to Scully, not to anyone. You've even refused to testify what you learned ... even though it would have saved your life. You damned me for my secrets ... but you're afraid to speak the truth.

(CSM takes another drag from his cigarette.)

MULDER: You call me afraid? Look at you sitting here alone in the dark like a fossil.

(CSM exhales a puff of smoke around him.)

CSM: It's the final refuge. The last place to hide from those who are insidiously taking power now.

SCULLY: Who?

CSM: The aliens. They fear this place ... its geology. Magnetite. Like that which brought down the original UFO in Roswell. Indian wise men realized this over 2,000 years ago. They hid here and watched their own culture die. The Original Shadow Government.

CUT TO:




SCENE 25
(Outside the pueblos. The helicopter (#N218SS) carrying DOGGETT and REYES land outside the Anasazi Pueblos. They've found MULDER and SCULLY'S SUV. They both get out of the helicopter and it takes off leaving them there.)

(REYES sees an ominous-looking black SUV make its way toward them. There's a lone driver in it.)

REYES: Agent Doggett!

DOGGETT: Who the hell's that?

(It's KNOWLE ROHRER. DOGGETT and REYES both look worried as the dead man lives once again.)

CUT TO:




SCENE 26
(Back inside the pueblo, CSM takes a drag from his cigarette.)

CSM: It leaves me to tell you what Mulder's afraid to, Agent Scully.

MULDER: Come on, let's go.

(SCULLY doesn't budge,)

CSM: It's a scary story. You want to come sit on my lap?

SCULLY: You don't scare me.

CSM: My story's scared every president since Truman in '47.

MULDER: You don't have to hear this.

SCULLY: No, I want to hear it, Mulder.

CSM: Ten centuries ago the Mayans were so afraid that their calendar stopped on the exact date that my story begins. December 22, the year 2012. The date of the final alien invasion. Mulder can confirm the date. He saw it at Mount Weather ... ...where our own "Secret Government" will be hiding when it all comes down.

(SCULLY looks at MULDER. He doesn't take his eyes off of CSM. CSM has a wild glint in his eye - almost a crazed look.)

MULDER: Yeah, you smile ... feeling drunk with power. The power to do nothing.

CSM: My power comes from telling you. Seeing your powerlessness hearing it. They wanted to kill you, Fox. I protected you all these years ... waiting for this moment ... to see you broken. Afraid.

(MULDER lifts his head and schools his features to reveal nothing.)

CSM: Now you can die.

CUT TO:




SCENE 27
(Two heavily armed black ops helicopters are flying low along the roadway head to the Anasazi Pueblos.)

CUT BACK TO:




SCENE 28
(Outside the pueblos, KNOWLE ROHRER advances on DOGGETT and REYES who continue to back up slowly. Soon they won't have any room to back up anymore. DOGGETT reaches for his gun. REYES reaches for hers. They both hold it on ROHRER knowing full well that it'll be useless.)

DOGGETT: Run, Monica. Get out of here.

REYES : No.

(DOGGETT glances at REYES, accepting her decision to stand next to him.)

DOGGETT (to ROHRER): Knowle Rohrer. That's far enough.

(ROHRER continues to advance. An arrogant smugness about him.)

ROHRER: Shoot me, Agent Doggett, if you think it'll make a difference this time.

(DOGGETT fires. The bullet harmlessly hits ROHRER in the chest. He continues to stand there with the smugness about him.)

(DOGGETT and REYES both continue to back up as KNOWLE ROHRER continues to advance toward them.)

(They've run out of room behind them. ROHRER, on the other hand, has also stopped advancing. In fact, he seems to be struggling to move forward. A confused look on his face.)

(DOGGETT lowers his weapon. Something is happening to ROHRER. He's starting to spasm, He lifts his arms, unable to control their shaking. Black metallic oxidation appears on the skin under his arms and rapidly spreads.)

(DOGGETT and REYES watch as the metal within ROHRER becomes the metal without. ROHRER looks afraid. When the metal completely covers his exterior, ROHRER is sucked into the rocks. DOGGETT pushes REYES out of ROHRER'S path.)

(ROHRER smashes into the rock. REYES looks completely shocked at what she just witnessed.)

MULDER: Agent Doggett!

(Both MULDER and SCULLY appear outside the second level doorway.)

DOGGETT: Mulder, get out of there!

REYES: They know where you are!

CUT TO:

(The two black helicopters continue their path to the ruins. We see they are both very heavily armed.)

CUT BACK TO:

(DOGGETT and REYES climb into MULDER and SCULLY'S vehicle and drive it closer to MULDER and SCULLY as they make their way down the ruins.)

(MULDER runs alongside their vehicle as they approach. DOGGETT stops the car.)

MULDER: Get out of here!

DOGGETT: Get in the car.

MULDER: No!

(DOGGETT looks a little confused. They don't have much time. MULDER tells them again to leave.)

MULDER: (insistent) Go! Go!

(MULDER and SCULLY both run to the other vehicle at the site. The vehicle left behind by KNOWLE ROHRER. DOGGETT takes off.)

CUT TO:

(The helicopters are rapidly approaching the site. They're still not in view of the ruins.)

CUT BACK TO:

(MULDER and SCULLY get in the abandoned vehicle and take off in a different direction from DOGGETT and REYES. They disappear from their view around the hill.)

CUT TO:

(The helicopters round the mountain side. MULDER and SCULLY barely escape detection. The helicopters position themselves across the ruins.)

CUT TO:

(The old Indian Woman inside the pueblo panics as her pots and pans rattle at the disturbance. The helicopters hover just outside her window.)

(They fire missile after missile aimed at the ruins, destroying them whole sections at a time in fiery explosions.)

(The old Indian Woman screams.)

CUT TO:

(CSM sits inside his final "refuge", a cigarette in his hand.)

(The pueblos explode with each missile fired. The ancient stones crumble to the ground. Fire burns what little there is to burn.)

(The black helicopters swing around and hover just outside the old Indian Woman's windows. A dreamcatcher hangs from the window with the black helicopter in its sites.)

(Another missile is fired and another portion of the ruins destroyed.)

(Inside, CSM takes a last drag from his cigarette. He throws the remainder on the ground.)

(Outside, in perfect positions, the black helicopter hovers. A final missile is fired finding its intended target. The corridor and the cave fill with fire consuming the once-powerful man within.)

(The pueblos explode. Missiles upon missiles are fired until the entire mountainside is decimated. Their mission complete, the helicopters turn around and fly off into the horizon.)

CUT TO:




SCENE 29 
ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO
(Night. Outside a motel room, it's raining. Thunder rumbles. )

(Inside, MULDER is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed and his head resting back.)

SCULLY (o.s.): What are you thinking?

(MULDER is silent. Thoughtful.)

SCULLY: Mulder?

MULDER: I'm thinking ... I'm a guilty man. I've failed in every respect. I deserve the harshest punishment for my crimes.

SCULLY: (softly) You don't believe that.

(Mulder sighs.)

MULDER: I believe that I sat in a motel room like this with you when we first met and I tried to convince you of the truth. And in that respect, I succeeded, but ... in every other way ...

(MULDER turns to look at SCULLY)

MULDER: ... I've failed.

SCULLY: You don't believe that, either.

MULDER: Mmmm.

MULDER: I've been chasing after monsters with a butterfly net. You heard the man - the date's set. I can't change that.

SCULLY: You wouldn't tell me. Not because you were afraid or broken .... but because you didn't want to accept defeat.

MULDER: Well, I was afraid of what knowing would do to you.

(MULDER turns to look at SCULLY and confesses one of his greatest fears.)

MULDER: I was afraid that it would crush your spirit.

SCULLY: Why would I accept defeat? Why would I accept it, if you won't? Mulder, you say that you've failed but you only fail if you give up. And I know you -- you can't give up. It's what I saw in you when we first met. It's what made me follow you ... why I'd do it all over again.

MULDER: And look what it's gotten you.

SCULLY: And what has it gotten you? Not your sister. Nothing that you've set out for. But you won't give up, even now.

(SCULLY reaches out and takes hold of MULDER'S hand in a firm grip.)

SCULLY: You've always said that you want to believe. But believe in what Mulder? If this is the truth that you've been looking for then what is left to believe in?

MULDER: I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves.

SCULLY: Then we believe the same thing.

(SCULLY watches MULDER intently . MULDER looks like he Believes. SCULLY smiles at MULDER. MULDER reaches over and lightly picks up SCULLY'S cross. He reaches up and caresses her lips.)

(MULDER gets off of the floor and settles himself in bed next to SCULLY. He wraps himself around her, so that they are now holding each other closely.)

MULDER: (whispers) Maybe there's hope.

[Fade to black]

[THE *END*]







Friday 19 July 2019

The 3 Stage Model of Trust : Stead













The Patriot - Recruit

They hanged my brother down in Acworth.
Every damned one of them Redcoats deserves to die.

Martin : 
Sign up.


With all my ailments...
I wouldn't make it through the first skirmish. No, sir.
But you can have my Negro.
He'll fight in my stead.


Occam! Get over here.
Ain't overly smart.
But he's strong as a bull.


Can you write?


No, no, sir.


Well, then, make your mark.



Why?
I just signed him over to you.


If you're willing, I'd like you to make your mark.
That'll do.


and send a message to King George
he will never forget!





































Our first order of business-
And our last, if we vote a levy!
Order, order!
Mr. Simms, you do not have the floor.
First, an address by ColoneI
Harry Burwell of the ContinentaI Army.
ColoneI Burwell.
You all know why I'm here.
I'm not an orator.
And I would not try to convince you
of the worthiness of our cause.
I'm a soldier.
And we are at war.
From Philadelphia, we expect
a declaration of independence.
levied money...
...in support of a continentaI army.
I ask that South Carolina be the ninth.
Massachusetts and Virginia
may be at war...
...but South Carolina is not!
Hear, hear.
This is not a war for the independence
of one or two colonies...
...but for the independence
of one nation.
And what nation is that?
An American nation!
There is no such nation
and to speak of one is treason.
We are citizens of an American nation.
And our rights are being threatened...
...by a tyrant 3000 miles away.
Would you tell me, please,
Mr. Howard...
...why should I trade one tyrant
...for 3000 tyrants one mile away?
An elected legislature can trample
a man's rights as easily as a king can.
Captain Martin...
...I understood you to be a patriot.
If you mean by " patriot," am I angry
about taxation without representation?
Well, yes, I am.
Should the American colonies govern
themselves independently?
I believe they can. And they should.
But if you're asking me am I willing
to go to war with England...
...then the answer is
most definitely no.
This from the same Captain Benjamin
Martin whose fury was so famous...
...during the Wilderness campaign?
I was intemperate in my youth.
Temperance can be a disguise for fear.
Mr. Middleton, I fought
with Captain Martin...
...under Washington
in the French and Indian War.
There's not a man in this room...
...or anywhere for that matter, to whom
I would more willingly trust my life.
There are alternatives to war.
We take our case before the king.
- We plead with him.
- We tried.
Well, then, we try again and again
if necessary to avoid a war.
I was at Bunker Hill.
The British advanced three times.
We killed 700 at point-blank range
and still they took the ground.
That is the measure of their resolve.
If your principles dictate
independence...
...then war is the only way.
It is come to that.
Hear, hear.
I have seven children.
My wife is dead.
Now, who's to care for them
if I go to war?
Wars are not fought
only by childIess men.
Granted.
But mark my words.
This war will be fought,
not on the frontier...
...or on some distant battlefield...
...but amongst us.
Among our homes.
Our children will learn of it
with their own eyes.
And the innocent will die
with the rest of us.
I will not fight.
And because I will not fight,
I will not cast a vote...
...that will send others to fight
in my stead.
And your principles?
I'm a parent. I haven't got
the luxury of principles.
We must vote to levy!
You intend to enlist
without my permission?
Yes, I do.
Father, I thought you were
a man of principle.
When you have a family of your own,
perhaps you'll understand.
When I have a family of my own,
I won't hide behind them.
He's as imprudent as his father was
at his age.
Regrettably so.
I'll see to it that he
serves under me.
Make him a clerk or quartermaster,
something of that sort.
Good luck.





Reverend, with your permission,
I'd like to make an announcement.
Young man, this is a house of God.
I understand that, reverend.
I apologize.
The South Carolina Militia is
being called up.
I'm here to enlist every man willing.
Son...
...we are here to pray...
...for the souls of those men
hanging outside.
Yes, pray for them.
But honor them by
taking up arms with us.
And bring more suffering to this town?
If King George can hang those men,
he can hang any one of us.
Dan Scott...
...barely a week ago you railed
for two hours about independence.
Mr. Hardwick, how many times
have I heard you...
...speak of freedom
at my father's table?
Half the men in this church,
including you, Father...
...and you, reverend...
...are as ardent patriots as I.
Will you now, when you are needed most,
stop at only words?
Is that the sort of men you are?
I ask only that you act
upon the beliefs...
...of which you have
so strongly spoken...
...and in which you
so strongly believe.
Who's with us?
Mr. Howard.
Sir...
...may I have permission to
write to Anne?
- May I have permission to write Anne?
- Yes.
You have permission...
...to write me.
Oh, write her.
Very well.
Thank you, sir.
Reverend?
A shepherd must tend his flock.
And, at times, fight off the wolves.
Are you sure this is the right place
to recruit for a militia?
God save King George!
I think we came to the right place.
- Any bounty?
- No scalp money this time, Rollins.
But you can keep or sell me the muskets
and gear of any Redcoat you kill.


The Patriot - Recruit

They hanged my brother down in Acworth.
Every damned one of them Redcoats deserves to die.

Martin :
Sign up.


With all my ailments...
I wouldn't make it through the first skirmish. No, sir.
But you can have my Negro.
He'll fight in my stead.


Occam! Get over here.
Ain't overly smart.
But he's strong as a bull.


Can you write?


No, no, sir.


Well, then, make your mark.



Why?
I just signed him over to you.


If you're willing, I'd like you to make your mark.
That'll do.


I'll kill me some Redcoats.

I believe you would.
How old are you?


Not quite old enough.
But his time will come.


John Billings.
I was hoping you'd turn up.



There's a story going around about 20 Redcoats... got killed by a ghost or some damn thing.
Carried a Cherokee tomahawk.


Aren't you a little old to be believing in ghost stories?


How many did you get?
Twelve.
Good.
These men,
they're not the sort we need.
They're exactly the sort we need.
They've fought
this kind of war before.
What about me? Am I one of that sort?
Hell, no.
Your sort gives that sort a bad name.
I want accuracy and precision.
Make ready!
Take aim!
Fire!
Dear Anne.;
Our force continues to grow.
As long as we continue to fight,
others will come to fight beside us.
I long to see you and speak to you.
I'm hopeful that our duties
will bring me near you.
Until then, I am and will remain
most affectionately yours.
Gabriel.
We surrender!
No! God, stop!
For the love of God, we-
These men were about to surrender!
Perhaps.
We will never know.
This is murder!
Hell, reverend, they're Redcoats.
They've earned it.
- We're better than that.
- What do you know about war?
I know the difference
between fighting-
Go back to church!
Quiet!
He's right.
Quarter will be given to British
wounded and any who surrender.
They gave no quarter when they fired on
a ship carrying my wife and daughters.
I watched from 200 yards off
as they were burned alive.
- All my sympathy, but my order stands.
- Damn your sympathy.
Who are you to give such an order?
I know what you did
to my countrymen at Fort Wilderness.
We're militia.
This is not regular army.
Every man here is free to
come and go as he pleases.
But while you're here...
...you will obey my command
or I will have you shot.



PHILOSOPHER: From the standpoint of Adlerian psychology, the basis of interpersonal relations is not founded on Trustbut on Confidence

YOUTH : And 'confidence' in this case is ...?

PHILOSOPHER : It is doing without any set conditions whatsoever when believing in others. 

Even if one does not have sufficient objective grounds for trusting someone, one believes. 

One believes unconditionally without concerning oneself with such things as security. That is Confidence.

YOUTH : Believing unconditionally? 

So, it's back to your pet notion of neighbourly love? 

PHILOSOPHER : Of course, if one believes in others without setting any conditions whatsoever, there will be times when one gets taken advantage of. 

Just like the guarantor of a debt, there are times when one may suffer damages. 

The attitude of continuing to believe in someone even in such instances is what we call Confidence. 

YOUTH: Only a naive dimwit would do such a thing! 

I guess you hold with the doctrine of innate human goodness, while I hold with the doctrine of innate human evilness. 

Believe unconditionally in complete strangers, and you'll just get used and abused. 

PHILOSOPHER: And there are also times when someone deceives you, and you get used that way. 

But look at it from the standpoint of someone who has been taken advantage of. 

There are people who will continue to believe in you unconditionally even if you are the one who has taken advantage of them. 

People who will have confidence in you no matter how they are treated. 

Would you be able to betray such a person again and again?

PHILOSOPHER: I am sure it would be quite difficult for you to do such a thing. 

YOUTH: After all that, are you saying one has to appeal to the emotions? 

To keep on holding the faith, like a saint, and act on the conscience of the other person? 

You're telling me that morals don't matter to Adler, but isn't that exactly what we're talking about here? 

PHILOSOPHER: No, it is not. 

What would you say is the opposite of confidence? 

YOUTH: An antonym of confidence? Uh.....

PHILOSOPHER: It is Doubt. 

Suppose you have placed 'doubt' at the foundation of your interpersonal relations. 

That you live your life doubting other people – doubting your friends, and even your family and those you love. 

What sort of relationship could possibly arise from that? 

The Other Person will detect the doubt in your eyes in an instant.

He or she will have an instinctive understanding that 'this person does not have confidence in me'.  

Do you think one would be able to build some kind of positive relationship from that point? 

It is precisely because we lay a foundation of unconditional confidence
 that it is possible for us to build a deep relationship. 



[Conference room]

(The Fifth Doctor is still plucking the harp strings.)
DOCTOR 5: Well, if it is a tune, what could it be? A tune like, a tune like. A tune like the one that's been under my nose all the time perhaps.
(He sits at the harp and plays the tune painted on the portrait. The section of the wall slides away.)

[Secret room]

(The Fifth Doctor looks at the pentagon with the models on it. Dressed in black and wearing the coronet, Borusa looks up from a panel.)
BORUSA: Welcome, Doctor.
DOCTOR 5: Lord President.
BORUSA: You show very little surprise. Can it be that you suspected me? 

DOCTOR 5: 
Not at first. Your little charade fooled me for a while.

BORUSA: 
Yes, it was rather neat, wasn't it? 
Such a pity about the Castellan, but then I needed someone to use for a diversion. 

DOCTOR 5: 
Oh, Borusa. 
What's happened to you? 

BORUSA: 
You know how long I have ruled Gallifrey, Doctor, both openly or behind the scenes. 

DOCTOR 5: 
Oh, you've done great service. 
It was only right you should become President.

BORUSA: President? 
How long before I must retire, my work half done. 
If I could continue —

DOCTOR 5: 
Oh, I understand. 
You want to be President throughout all your remaining regenerations. 

BORUSA: 
Oh, you underestimate my ambition, Doctor. 
I shall be President Eternal, and rule forever

DOCTOR 5: Immortality? Oh, that's impossible, even for a Time Lord.
BORUSA: Rassilon achieved it. Timeless perpetual bodily regeneration. True immortality! Rassilon lives, Doctor. He cannot die. He is immortal.
BORUSA: Immortal, Doctor. Before Rassilon was bound, he left clues for his successor, whom he knew would follow him. Oh, I have discovered much, Doctor. This Game control room, the casket with the Scrolls, the Coronet of Rassilon.
DOCTOR 5: But not the final secret.
BORUSA: The Secret of Immortality, Doctor? It lies in the Dark Tower, in the Tomb of Rassilon itself. There are many dangers, many traps.
DOCTOR 5: So, you sent me to the Zone to deal with them for you.
BORUSA: I gave you companions to help, an old enemy to fight. 
Why, it's a game within a game.