Showing posts with label Holy Guardian Angel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy Guardian Angel. Show all posts

Thursday 13 October 2022

I've Come from The Future to Rescue You.


“Where Superman’s cape was plain, 
adorned with only his S-brand
Marvel’s was flamboyantly decorated 
with gold trim and fleur-de-lys. 

He was wearing 
The Military Dress Uniform 
of A Regiment of 
Future Men and Women.




KRYTEN
Sir, we really must get down to the storage bay.  
Now, remember my message to us -- 
that is where we meet the Inquisitor 
for the final confrontation.

CAT
That's your plan?  We go out there and face him?  
Nice plan. Shall I paint a bullseye on my face?

LISTER
Listen, Kryten, I've been thinkin' about this, 
I've come up with  somethin'.

KRYTEN
Yes, sir?

LISTER
I'm gonna use my brains 
for the first time in my life.

KRYTEN
Considering the circumstances, sir, 
do you really believe that's wise?

LISTER
Gimme the time gauntlet.

KRYTEN gives it to him.

KRYTEN: 
But you don't know how to use it, sir!

LISTER: 
You'll have to shout out instructions, won't ya?

KRYTEN
Wouldn't it be simpler if I wore it?

LISTER
You can't wear it, Kryten!

KRYTEN
Why not?

LISTER
You're programmed not to Kill.




“Billy Batson, Good and True, has been selected to take the place of the retiring wizard, who has used his powers to protect humankind for the last three thousand years and wants a break. The transfer of power is accomplished when Billy speaks the wizard’s name — “Shazam!” — triggering a thunderclap and flash of lightning. In the swirling smoke of the ultimate conjuring trick stands a tall man in a cape. He wears a red militarystyle tunic with a chunky yellow lightning bolt on the chest. His cape is white with a high collar and braided yellow trim. He has a yellow sash around his waist, red tights, and yellow boots. (He wisely steers clear of the underpants-on-the-outside look.) With his slicked-back brilliantined hair, he looks like the boy Billy grown up, perfected. He looks, in actual fact, almost exactly like the actor Fred McMurray, upon whose features Charles Clarence Beck based those of his hero. His final task complete, the wizard slumps back in his throne, and the immense block of stone drops to smash his body flat. His spirit form haunts the panel like Obi-Wan Kenobi dispensing postmortem advice to the fledgling superhero.

  It’s a heady brew and it extends the potential of the superhero in the way that “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” pushed the prevailing idea of popular music into something unforeseen.

  The magic word was a concept that connected the hero to the basis of human speech; language, storytelling. Captain Marvel’s power came not from years in the gym or from his alien biology or his royal blood. His power came from a spell. He was a magician.

  I remember walking alone as a child, chanting every word in the dictionary in the hope of finding my own Shazam

Eventually, everybody searches for his or her own magic word: the diet, the relationship, the wisdom that might liberate us from the conventional into the extraordinary. That eternal human hope for transcendence gave the Captain Marvel strip rocket fuel.

  Shazam! has entered the culture as an Abracadabra or Hey Presto!—an all-purpose magical incantation. It was a word of enlightenment and personal transformation that accomplished, in a white-hot instant, what decades of Buddhist meditation could only point toward. His powers were the siddhis claimed by ultimate yogins. In the language of ceremonial magic, Shazam! summoned the holy guardian angel— the exalted future self — to come to one’s aid. When Billy’s natural curiosity got him into trouble, the word could summon Captain Marvel to deal with any and all consequences”














INQUISITOR
(In The INQUISITOR Voice) 
Enough!

The INQUISITOR opens 
The Mask again to reveal 
LISTER's face.

INQUISITOR: 
Well! Get out of THIS one, smeghead!

LISTER: 
What're you talkin' about?

INQUISITOR: 
You know what you coulda made 
of Your Life, if you tried.
What you coulda become.

LISTER: 
So?

INQUISITOR: 
You've got brains, man! 
Brains you've never used!

LISTER:
So?

INQUISITOR: 
So, then justify yourself!

LISTER: 
Spin on it!

The INQUISITOR closes his mask again 
and returns to his own voice.

INQUISITOR
The Inquisition is over. 
I have reached My Verdict.

LISTER, RIMMER, KRYTEN and CAT 
are now back standing together in The Hall.

INQUISITOR
Two of you have failed to become 
that which you might so easily have been. 
You have lived without merit, 
and so not lived at all!

The INQUISITOR zaps RIMMER and CAT 
with the green light, and they disappear.

LISTER
You scum!  You've wiped them out!


KRYTEN
(holding LISTER back) 
Sir!

LISTER: 
He's crazy, Kryten!
He's erased The Cat and Rimmer!

INQUISITOR
They are quite safe.

KRYTEN: 
Sir... I'm afraid it is we 
who are to be erased.

LISTER
Ah.
The INQUISITOR does something on his gauntlet, and chains appear linking KRYTEN and LISTER 
together at the ankles and the wrists.

LISTER
The Cat has lead a more worthwhile life 
than either of us?

INQUISITOR
He is a Shallow and Selfish Creature, 
as is The Hologram. 
By their own low standards, 
they have acquitted themselves.

Whereas you and the mechanoid 
could have been so much more.

The INQUISITOR surrounds them 
with the red-orange energy bubble.

LISTER: 
What's this?

KRYTEN: 
Best Guess: We are being surgically 
removed from time.  
Every memory of us, every action 
we ever performed is being dissolved.  
Our Lives are being undone.

INQUISITOR
It is Complete 
The time-lines are knitted.
Causality is healed.  
All that remains is to remove 
your physical forms from existence.

LISTER
Well, if you've got some amazing 
secret plan up your sleeve, Kryten, 
now's the time to mention it.

KRYTEN
No plan, sir.  
(Indicating his mechanoid arms
No sleeves.

Another KRYTEN appears 
behind The INQUISITOR.  

He is wearing A Gauntlet
like The INQUISITOR's.

FUTURE KRYTEN
Perfect!  Ah, now, What Do I Do Next?

FUTURE KRYTEN revs up a chainsaw 
and cuts off The INQUISITOR's Hand 
with The Gauntlet.  

While The INQUISITOR staggers around in pain, 
FUTURE KRYTEN kicks The Gauntlet 
to LISTER and KRYTEN.

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
Now, hurry! Take The Gauntlet and Go!

LISTER
What the smeg is goin' on?

FUTURE KRYTEN
I don't have time to explain!
I've come from The Future to rescue you.
Now you must go!  Hurry!

KRYTEN
What about me?  I mean... you... 
I mean... us?

FUTURE KRYTEN
I'm afraid we get killed.

KRYTEN: 
Killed?  How?

FUTURE KRYTEN
While I'm standing here explaining this to you, 
The Inquisitor jumps me 
from behind, like this : --

The INQUISITOR jumps FUTURE KRYTEN from behind and starts to crush his head against the wall.

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
I forgot to say, before you reach 
The Final Confrontation in The Storage Bay, 
you must have decoded The Gauntlet's controls.

LISTER
How? Can you give us a clue?

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
Well, I cannot explain --
For some bizarre reason 
My Final Words are "Enig."

LISTER
"Enig?!"

FUTURE KRYTEN
Yeah, enig--

There is a crunching noise as the INQUISITOR 
finally crushes FUTURE KRYTEN's head.  
The remaining KRYTEN begins 
to pull LISTER away down the corridor.

KRYTEN
Come on sir, we have to go!

LISTER: 
He's just killed you, Kryten!

KRYTEN
Sir! We have got to go!




Monday 26 September 2022

MeMe

 

Rule #2 : 

Treat Yourself Like Someone 
You are Responsible for Helping.

Mister Six :
I've come a long 
way for You --

The Cosmic Hobo :
Naturally -- Don't expect any Thanks.




Angraecum sesquipedale. Beauty! 
God! Darwin wrote about this one. 
Charles Darwin? 
Evolution-guy? Hello
You see that nectary down there? 
Darwin hypothesised a moth 
with a nose 12 inches long 
to pollinate it. 
Everyone thought he was a loon. 

Then, sure enough, they found 
this moth with a 12-inch proboscis. 
"Proboscis" means nose, by the way. 

I know what it means. 

Hey, let's not get off The Subject. 
This isn't a pissing contest
The Point is, what's so wonderful is that 
all these flowers have specific relationship 
with the insect that pollinates it. 

There'scertain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect. 
So The Insect is drawn to This Flowerit's Double
its Soul-Mate, and wants nothing more 
than to make Love to it. 

After The Insect flies off, it spots another 
Soul-Mate Flower and makes love to it, 
pollinating it. 

And neither The Flower nor The Insect 
will ever understand The Significance 
of their lovemaking
How could they know that because of 
their little dance, The World lives
But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do 
something large and magnificent happens. 

In this sense, They show Us 
How to Live. 
How the only barometer 
You have, is Your Heart. 
How when You spot Your Flower
You can't let anything 
get in Your Way. 



ANDREWS:
They may use The Furnace, 
but I want everyone in lockup by 22:00 hours.



We commit This Child and This Man 
to Your keeping, O Lord.
Their bodies have been taken from 
The Shadow of Our Night.



They have been released from all 
Darkness and Pain.

The Child, and The Man 
have gone beyond Our World.

They are 
Forever Eternal
and 
Everlasting

[Barking]

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust




DILLON:
Why?

Why are The Innocent punished?

Rotweiler whimpers ] /
[ Ox Caucus Rumbles Deep and Heavily ]

Why The Sacrifice?
Why The Pain?

There aren't any Promises.
Nothing's Certain.
Only that some get Called;
some get Saved.

She won't ever know 
The Hardship and Grief for 
Those of Us, Left Behind.

We commit these bodies to The Void
with a Glad Heart --

[Growling]
 
For within each Seed, there is 
The Promise of A Flower.


And within each Death
no matter how small – 
There's always a new Life.
A New -- Beginning.

RAISES FIST ]

Amen.

PRISONERS : 
Amen.


St. Helena :
I just wanted to say 'Thanks.' 
for what you said at The Funeral.
My friends would have appreciated –

DILLON (jittery, and 
anxious as All-Fuck) :
Yeah, well, 
You Don't wanna 
Know Me, Lady –

I'm a Murderer, and 
Rapist of Women.


St. Helena :
.......Really.
Well, I guess I must 
make you nervous.

DILLON:
Do You Have any Faith, Sister?


St. Helena :
Not much.

 DILLON:
We've got a lot of Faith here.
Enough even for you.

St. Helena :
I thought Women weren't allowed.

 DILLON:
Well, We've never had any before – 
but We tolerate anybody...
Even The Intolerable.

St. Helena :
Thank You.

DILLON: 
That's just a Statement of Principle
Nothing Personal.

We've got a good
Place to Wait, here.
And until now... 
No Temptation.

*******

CLEMENS: 
Dillon and The Rest of the alternative people 
embraced religionas it were, 
about five years ago.
Take two.

St. Helena :
I'm on medication?


CLEMENS: 
Hardly.

St. Helena :
What kind of religion?


CLEMENS: 
Some sort of apocalyptic, 
millenarian Christian 
fundamentalist...


St. Helena :
Right.

CLEMENS:
Exactly. 
When The Company wanted to 
close The Facility, Dillon and the rest
of the converts wanted to stay.
With Two Minders and 
a medical officer.
And here we are.


St. Helena :
How did you get this 
wonderful assignment?

CLEMENS:
How do you like your new haircut?

St. Helena :
It's OK.


CLEMENS:
Now that I've gone out on a limb for you 
with Andrews, damaged my less-than-perfect 
relationship with him, and briefed you 
on the humdrum history of Fury-161 –
Can't you tell me what 
you were looking for?


St. Helena :
Are you attracted to me?

CLEMENS:
In what way?


St. Helena :
In that way.


CLEMENS:
You're very direct.


St. Helena :
I've been Out Here 
a long time.


Tuesday 4 January 2022

That's Why it's Been Left up to Me and Me and Me.




Well, I'll Do My Best
but I can't make any promises

In that case, you'd better consult those 
All-Powerful superiors 
of yours for their advice.

Oh, I don't think that'd 
do any good --
At The Moment They're far 
from being All-Powerful. 

That's why it's been left up 
to Me and Me and Me.




Doctor Who - The Day of the Doctor - 
This time there's three of us


The Moment : 
You wanted a big red button.

(A red, rose-like button stands on 
a stalk above the Moment box.)

The Moment : 
One big bang, No More Time Lords. 
No More Daleks. Are you sure?

The Warrior : 
I was sure when I came in here. 
There is No Other Way.

The Moment : 
You've seen the men you will become.

The Warrior : 
Those men. Extraordinary.

The Moment : 
They were you.

The Warrior : 
No. They are 
The Doctor.

The Moment : 
You're The Doctor, too.

The Warrior
No. Great Men are forged in Fire. 
It is the privilege of lesser Men 
to Light The Flame, 
whatever The Cost.

(His hand hesitates over The Button as he
 recalls the sound of children's laughter.)

The Moment : 
You know the sound The TARDIS makes..?
 That wheezing, groaning
That sound brings Hope 
wherever it goes.

The Warrior : 
Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

The Moment : 
To anyone who hears it, Doctor. 
Anyone, however lost.

VWORPP! VWORPP! 
(and, in Stereo, as well..!)
VWORPP! VWORPP! 

The Moment : 
Even you.

(Two TARDISes park themselves in The Barn. 
Enter The Doctors and Clara.)

CLARA: 
I told you -- He hasn't done it yet.

The Warrior : 
Go away now, all of you. 
This is for Me.

Perfect-10 : 
These events should be Time-locked. 
We shouldn't even be here.

The Chin : 
So something let us through.

The Moment : 
You clever boys.

The Warrior : 
Go back. Go back to Your Lives. 
Go and Be The Doctor 
that I could never be. 
Make it worthwhile.

Perfect-10 : 
All those years, burying you 
in My Memory.

The Chin : 
Pretending you didn't exist. 
Keeping you A Secret, even from myself.

Perfect-10 : 
Pretending you weren't The Doctor, 
when you were The Doctor 
more than anybody else.

The Chin : 
You were The Doctor on The Day 
it wasn't possible to get it right.

Perfect-10 : 
But this time...

The Chin : 
....You don't have to do it alone.

(They put their hands 
on The Button together.)

The Warrior : 
Thank you.

Perfect-10 : 
What We Do today is not 
out of fear or hatred. 
It is done because 
there is No Other Way.

The Chin : 
And it is done In The Name 
of the many lives we are 
failing to Save.

(He glances over at Clara, 
who shakes her head,
in the corner of his eye.)

The Chin : 
....what? 
What is it? What....?

CLARA: 
Nothing.

The Chin : 
No, it's something. Tell me.

CLARA: 
You told me you wiped out 
Your Own People. I just.... 
I never pictured you 
doing it, that's all.

The Moment :
 Take a closer look.

(It suddenly goes dark.)

CLARA: 
What's happening?

The Warrior : 
Nothing. It's a projection.

The Moment : 
It's The Reality around you.

(They are seeing Gallifrey at War.)

CLARA: 
...These are the people you're going to burn?

Perfect-10 : 
There isn't anything we can do.

The Chin : 
He's right. There isn't another way. 
There never was. Either I 
Destroy My Own People or 
let The Universe burn.

CLARA: 
Look at You. The Three of You. 
The Warrior, The Hero, and You.

The Chin : 
And What am I?

CLARA: 
Have you really forgotten?

The Chin : 
Yes. Maybe, yes.

CLARA: 
We've got enough Warriors. 
Any old idiot can Be a Hero.

The Chin :
Then What Do I Do?

CLARA: 
What you've always done. Be a Doctor. 
You told me The Name You Chose was 
A Promise -- What was The Promise?

(The Fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)

Perfect-10 : 
Never Cruel or Cowardly.

The Warrior
Never give upnever give in.
(The images vanish.)

Perfect-10 : 
You're not actually suggesting that we 
change Our Own Personal History?

The Chin : 
We change History all the time. 
I'm suggesting far worse.

The Warrior : 
What, exactly?

The Chin : 
Gentlemen, I have had 
four hundred years to think about 
this -- I've changed My Mind.

(He sonics The Big Red Button 
back into The Moment Box.)

The Warrior : 
There's still a billion billion Daleks 
up there, attacking.

The Chin : 
Yeah, there is. There is.

Perfect-10 : 
But there's something those billion 
billion Daleks don't know.

The Chin : 
Because if they did, they'd probably 
send for reinforcements.

CLARA: 
What? What don't they know?

The Chin : 
This time, there's Three of Us.

The Warrior : 
Oh! Oh, yes, that is good
That is brilliant!

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too
That is brilliant!

The Chin : 
Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking 
about it for centuries.

The Warrior : 
She didn't just show me any old future, 
she showed me exactly 
The Future I needed to see.

The Moment : 
Now you're getting it.

The Chin : 
Eh? Who did?

The Warrior : 
Oh, Bad Wolf girl, 
I could kiss you.

The Moment : 
Yup, that's going to Happen.

Perfect-10 : 
Sorry, did you just say 'Bad Wolf'?

CLARA: 
So what are we doing? 
What's The Plan?

The Warrior : 
The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

Perfect-10 :
 The SkyTrench is holding, 
but What if the whole planet 
just disappeared?

CLARA: 
Tiny bit of an ask.

Perfect-10 : 
The Daleks would be 
firing on each other
They'd destroy themselves 
in their own crossfire.

The Warrior : 
Gallifrey would be gone, 
The Daleks would be destroyed, 
and it would look to 
The Rest of The Universe 
as if they'd annihilated each other.


CLARA: 
But where would Gallifrey be?

Perfect-10 : 
Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, 
safe and hidden away.

The Chin : 
Exactly.

The Warrior : 
Like Painting.



Jack Parsons/Captain Marvel/ Jor-El :
Could be A Warning -- 
To show Us What's 
Going to Happen.
A sort of... remote camera 
view of The Future....
So that We can 
CHANGE it.

Someone Has FINALLY
Shown-up to Tell Us :
I Think it's Time We Stood-up 
for What We ARE.