Michael Burn 'em

The Prophet Sarek :
I must return to Vulcan.
There are evolving details to the plan that must be considered.

Michael :
What evolving details? 

The Prophet Sarek :
I sense you are uneasy.

 

During my mind-meld with Saru, 

I learned of your attachment 

to the Klingon spy and what he did to you.

 

Such events are clearly troubling.

Michael :
 I'm fine, Sarek.
 

The Prophet Sarek :

I remain, unconvinced.

There is irony here, of course.
The man you fell in love with was a Klingon.
 

Michael :

He - I don't know what he was.
 

The Prophet Sarek :

There is also grace.
[ This, coming from you?! ]
 

For what greater source of Peace exists 

than our ability to Love Our Enemy? 

Michael, Burn 'em :

I've made foolish choices.
Emotional choices.

The Prophet Sarek :

Well, you are human.
As is Your Mother.

 
There is no telling what any one of us may do 

where The Heart is concerned.

We are at War.
Logic dictates that each farewell 

may be Our Last.
 

Do not regret loving someone, Michael.

Admiral Cornwell requested a status report.
This is the last of the mycelial transport vessels.
We will be able to launch by the time we reach Veda.
 

Michael :

I just said good-bye to my father, and it felt... different.
Final. It won't be, right? 

Did you ever think, when you signed up for Starfleet, 

that you'd be forced to see War and Death? 

Death found me when I was a child.
So, yeah. I knew what I was getting into.

I don't think I did.
Not really.
Does that make me naive? 

It makes you optimistic.

When we were in the Terran universe, 

I was reminded how much a person is shaped by their environment.
 

And I think the only way that we can stop ourselves from becoming them is to 

understand The Darkness within us, 

and fight it.

 
Tyler needs you.

 

Michael :
I'm told he's doing well.

That's not possible, 

not when you've lost the person - 

you care about the most.

Michael :

He killed a Starfleet officer.
And he - he tried to kill me.

And those crimes are reprehensible, 

but Tyler is not the person who did that, 

at least he's he's not anymore.

He is something other, someone new.

And what we do now, 

the way that we treat him, 

that is who he will become.
I know you still care about him.

I do.
That does not mean I should.

Michael, he's been stripped of his badge.
He'll never fly for Starfleet again.
He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up 

in a lab or a cell.
What kind of future can he have? 

Say what you have to say, 

even if it's good-bye.




Earth, Andor, Tellar, Vulcan.
Every planet of the Federation has made the odyssey out of darkness into light.
So too have the Klingons.
 

The war is over.
There were triumphs.
Victories of spirit.
Courage beyond reason.
 

But make no mistake.
These were bleak times.
Times we cannot repeat.
Times we cannot forget.

 

 
Isik for your thoughts.

 

 
What’s an isik, anyway? 

 

Oh, I don’t know.
It’s something my mother used to say to me.
 

 

Thank you for coming.
I’m glad to see you.
Is everything okay? When I was growing up, you told me not to forget my humanity.
I didn’t know what that meant.
I didn’t how to do it, I didn’t know why I would even want to.
I get it now.
So thank you.
For not giving up on me.
That’s What Mothers Do.
Michael.
Father.
 

SAREK:

What the Federation chose to do on Qo’noS 

was unprincipled, and I had a part in it.
 

Michael :

The Klingons made it clear they would fight us to extinction.
You were desperate to save us.
I know the feeling all too well.

 

 Sarek :
And yet, you were able to find another way.
I am not alone in finding your commitment to Starfleet'€™s ideals commendable.
 

I asked if I may give it to you.
Your record has been expunged, 

your pardon by the president of the Federation is official.
 

Commander Burnham.

 
The Federation is as grateful to you as I am to my daughter.
Your mother will stay in Paris for a few days.
I will travel with Discovery to Vulcan.
You are picking up your new captain there.
I'm glad we’ll be making that journey together.
 

Michael :

We are no longer on The Eve of Battle.
Even so, I come to ask myself the same question that young soldier asked the general all those years ago: 

 

"How do I defeat Fear?" 

 

The General'€™s Answer: 

The Only Way to Defeat Dear is to Tell it "No." 

 

No. We will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness.
No. We will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts.
No. We will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.

 

I am guilty of all these things.

 
Some say that in life, there are no second chances.
Experience tells me that this is true.
But we can only look forward.

 
We have to be Torchbearers, 

casting The Light so we may see Our Path to lasting Peace.
 

We will continue exploring, 

Discovering New Worlds, New Civilizations.
 

Yes.
That is the United Federation of Planets.

CONSENT

“The Crucial Detail is CONSENT. 

“Mutual Consent.”

Consent creates a GAME, not a CRIME.

With RIZE or DIE, every battle is consensual, rendering it, in effect, PLAY.

WAR has become a continuous sporting event. A World Cup that never ends.

Modern War is merely Media Content.

Instead of living their lives as cogs in some impersonal machine, We give people a means to feel ALIVE.

Or they’ll die.

Men die every day, commuting to Soul Killing jobs.

We’ll Save The World... or be condemned as the most Evil Force since the Nazis.

All Those Who Claim Power by Trumpetting Their Victimhood...

Let Them ALL Be Our Victims.”
— Tyler

Too Loyal

John Teller was an idealist. 

He believed that the Sons could walk on another path, without running guns. 

He was a jaded war veteran, having experienced the evils of the Vietnam War.  

His war experience, and subsequent return home to a hostile and divided country helped shape his views on peace, freedom, and liberty.  

He became engrossed in the views and writings of anarchism, incorporating these views into his own manuscript. 

John was also street smart, and foresaw the complications that would result from the club's entry into gun-running. 

In the end, he felt that the Sons of Anarchy "lost their way", 

and gave his life to return the club to peaceful pursuits. 

He had a good relationship with his fellow First 9, Piney Winston, 

who also shared his concern that the SOA were on a wrong road. 

He was an example of the internal battle most men hide inside. 

Piney described John to J.T.'s daughter-in-law Tara, 

"a complicated guy, angry, impulsive, righteous as hell, hated being wrong, book smart, too loyal". 

Piney also said that John would read three or four books at the same time.

(Bobby screaming) 

Juice: 

Tell your CPO I'm ready to talk. 

Guard: 

Fine. 

(Heavy door opens) 

Bobby: 

You know, the club ain't gonna give you shit. 

You might as well just kill me. 

Moses: 

Due process. 

******

Chibs: 

Hey, Brother — Happy and Rat are on their way back. 

Still trying to track down Tyler. 

Jax: 

How could I not see this coming? 

I'm out of my depth here, man. 

Chibs: 

This is not all on you, Jackie. 

Jax: 

How can it not be? 

I completely underestimated August. 

He's smarter than I am. 

Zero vulnerabilities. 

He's got no family. 

No one close to him. 

It's the perfect move. 

He knows how tight the club is. 

How much I love my guys. 

Chibs: 

You can't let this pull you off track, Jackie. 

Those guys downstairs... they need you focused... and strong. 

Jax: 

Look what I've done, man. 

Diosa... Colette... West. 

Now Bobby. 

(Chuckles) 

Chibs:

Hey. Bobby knows the risks. 

We all do. And we're all still here. 

Jax: 

Some of us. 

I can't risk anyone else... 

Chibs: 

You can't risk not to. 

If you cave now, everything we've done over the past few weeks... all be for nothing. 

Why did we start this? 

Jax: 

Tara. 

Chibs: 

Right. And the brutality that was done to your family... 

That's not finished. 

Marks? He's just part of this now. 

Sons of Anarchy have a duty, brother. 

 A Mission. 

And we need our goddamn leader. 

King Hamlet II : 

I love you, Filip. 

Chibs: 

I love you, too, Jackson.

The Mirror Trick : Da’ath Tyler

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, right
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Jack

Origin

Late Middle English: from Jack, pet form of the given name John. The term was used originally to denote an ordinary man ( jack (sense 6)), also a youth (mid 16th century), hence the ‘knave’ in cards and ‘male animal’. 

The word also denoted various devices saving human labour, as though one had a helper ( jack (sense 1, jack sense 3, jack sense 9, jack sense 10), and in compounds such as jackhammer and jackknife); the general sense ‘labourer’ arose in the early 18th century and survives in cheapjack, lumberjack, steeplejack, etc. 

Since the mid 16th century a notion of ‘smallness’ has arisen, hence jack (sense 4, jack sense 5, jack sense 7, jack sense 13).

jack

ADJECTIVE

Australian 

informal 

predicative Tired of or bored with someone or something.

‘people are getting jack of strikes’

" The fictional company which owns and operates the lunar base is called Lunar Industries Ltd.  As a nod to this, the production company used to make the movie is also called Lunar Industries Ltd (UK Companies House company number 06346944), whose company directors are Duncan Zowie Hayward Jones (the movie's director) and Stuart Douglas Fenegan (one of the movie's producers). "

So, how is it a fictional company?

And who is Stuart Douglas Fenegan....?

And what does "Hayward" mean....? 

Other than being the forename of Haywood Floyd, the Chairman of the National Council of Astronautics and protagonist of both the novel and movie 2010 : The Year We Make Contact AND the novel 2061 : The Next Odyssey (which is about rogue Affrikaaner agents illegally prospecting for diamonds on the surface of (a populated/inhabited) Europa.

 JACK 
I don't understand. Why does a weak person have to go out and find a strong person... to hang onto?

 MARLA 
What do you get out of it?

 Faint SOUND of SAWING and HAMMERING. Jack can't quite figure where it's coming from.

 JACK 
You hear that?

 MARLA Hear what?

 JACK 
That... sawing and hammering.

 MARLA 
Have we been talking too long? Must we change the subject?

 Jack turns -- through the crack of the open basement door, Tyler's staring at Jack from the bottom of the stairs.

 TYLER (harsh whisper) 
You're not talking about me, are you?

 Jack reacts, turns back to Marla.

 JACK (to Marla and Tyler) 
No.

 MARLA 
That day you came over to my place to play doctor... what was going on there?

 TYLER (still a whisper) 
What are you talking about?

 JACK (to Marla and Tyler) Nothing.

 MARLA Nothing? I don't think so.

 TYLER (whisper) This conversation...

 JACK This conversation...

 TYLER ... is over.

 JACK ... is over.

 Marla comes to touch Jack's hair. Jack closes the basement door. Marla sees the kiss-scar on Jack's hand, grabs his hand. Jack tries to pull it back, but Marla keeps a grip.

 MARLA What is this? Who did this?

 JACK ... A person.

 MARLA Guy or girl?

 JACK Why would you ask if it's a guy or a girl?!

 MARLA Why would you get bent if I asked?

 JACK Let go of me... (pulls his hand free) Leave me alone.

 MARLA You're afraid to say.

 Marla backs away, closes her eyes, struggling with frustration. She leaves out the back door, not looking back.

 Jack leans against the wall. After a moment, he opens the basement door, heads downstairs...

 INT. BASEMENT STAIRCASE

 Tyler walks upstairs, passing as Jack continues down...

 INT. BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS

 Jack looks around. TRIPLE-DECKER BUNKS clutter the basement, as many as can fit into the space.

 JACK (calling upstairs) Tyler... ? What's this for?

 From upstairs, the SOUND of the DOORBELL.

 INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

 Jack opens the door. Ricky stands on the porch, staring ahead in subordinate military style. He's in black pants, black shirt, black shoes, holds a PAPER BAG, with an army surplus MATTRESS rolled-up at his feet.

 JACK Um... what can I do for you, Ricky?

 Tyler steps up beside Jack, looks Ricky over.

 TYLER You're too young. Sorry.

 JACK Wait a minute...

 Tyler comes back inside, shuts the door.

 JACK "Too young?"

 TYLER If the applicant is young, we tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat.

 JACK "Applicant?"

 TYLER If the applicant waits at the door for three days without food, shelter or encouragement, then he can enter and begin training.

 JACK "Training?" Tyler...

 EXT. PORCH - MOMENTS LATER

 Jack comes out, walks around Ricky, hands in his pockets, unsure. Tyler watches, nods for Jack to go ahead.

 JACK Uh, look. You're too... young to... train here. You should probably be on you way.

 No response from Ricky, who remains at attention. Jack goes back inside. Tyler closes the door.

 EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

 Ricky remains at attention. Jack bursts out with a BROOM, knocks the brown bag out of Ricky's hand, kicks it away.

 JACK Are you deaf?! I told you to leave! You will never get inside this house!

 EXT. PORCH - MORNING

 Ricky's still there. Tyler comes out, friendly.

 TYLER Look, friend, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. It's not the end of the world. Just go away. You're trespassing and I will call the police. Nothing personal.

 EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

 Ricky, same spot. Jack bursts outside with the broom again.

 JACK You're never getting through this door, you stupid little weasel! Look at me when I talk to you... !

 He WHACKS Ricky in the shoulder with the broom.

 JACK What is your major malfunction!?

 INT. JACK'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

 At the window, Tyler sips coffee, watches this scene on the PORCH below.

 JACK (V.O.) Sooner or later, we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.

 EXT. PORCH - MORNING

 Ricky's there. Bob is now next to him, in black, with a paper bag in hand, mattress at his feet. Tyler steps out. Jack stays in the doorway, locking eyes on Bob. To all the following questions, Ricky answers "Sir!" --

 TYLER You have two black shirts? Two pair black trousers? One pair black boots? Two pair black socks? One black coat? Three hundred dollars personal burial money? Go inside.

 Ricky goes in. Tyler turns to Bob.

 TYLER You're too old. Sorry. And, you're too fat. Nice seeing you.

 Bob looks genuinely hurt. He picks up his mattress and starts away. Tyler looks at Jack and rolls his eyes. Jack follows Bob...

 JACK Bob... Bob, wait... (leading Bob back) Let me explain this to you...

 EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT

 CRICKETS CHIRP. Bob stands at at rigid attention.

 INT. 2ND FLOOR LANDING - NIGHT

 Tyler and Jack stand in bathroom doorway, watching Ricky finish SHAVING off all of his HAIR. Tyler comes to give the top of Ricky's head a sharp SLAP.

 TYLER A monkey, ready to be shot into space. A Space Monkey, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem.

 From here on, all those with shaved heads: "SPACE MONKEYS."

 EXT. PORCH - DAY

 Jack looks out the window. Bob stands motionless. There's another "applicant," a SHORT GUY, beside Bob. Ricky comes out the front door with the BROOM...

 RICKY (to Bob) You're too fucking old, fatty! We don't want your kind here! (to short guy) You're too short. Go away, stumpy! Go back to the circus!

 Ricky HITS them with the broom, then goes in, SLAMS THE DOOR.

 JACK (V.O.) So it went...

 EXT. BACKYARD - DAY

 Tyler works with a HALF DOZEN SPACE MONKEYS, preparing the square of backyard. They pull weeds, clear rocks; working with shovels, rakes, etc. They cart away WHEELBARROWS of rocks and carry in SACKS of FERTILIZER.

 JACK (V.O.) Tyler built his army.

 IN THE KITCHEN WINDOW, Jack watches...

 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

 Jack keeps watching out the window, eats toast.

 JACK (V.O.) To what purpose, might one ask? Well, one might ask, if not for the first rule of Project Mayhem.

 Jack turns to look around the kitchen. THREE SPACE MONKEYS work -- one SCRUBBING the FLOOR, one WASHING DISHES, one SCRUBBING the walls. Jack walks out.

 JACK (V.O.) In Tyler We Trust.

 INT. JACK'S ROOM - DAY

 Jack opens his eyes, awakening to sunlight thru the window.

 JACK (V.O.) And, then...

 INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY

 Jack slowly pushes open the door to Tyler's room...

 JACK Tyler...

 The room is empty. Jack stares.

 JACK (V.O.) He was gone.

 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

 Jack comes downstairs... finds DOZENS of SPACE MONKEYS.

 INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

 Jack enters. Space Monkeys render fat and make soap. They pinch HERBS, adding them to the mix. They add VODKA. Off to the side, a couple Monkeys stir a vat of RICE. On the wall is a big bulletin board with HUNDREDS of DRIVER's LICENSES; a sign above it: "HUMAN SACRIFICES."

 FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap."

 JACK (V.O.) Planet Tyler.

 Jack dips a spoon into the rice, chomps on it irritatingly.

 FRECKLED SPACE MONKEY "We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

 Jack picks up a BOTTLE of VODKA.

 JACK (V.O.) I had to hug the walls, trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys, cooking and working and sleeping in teams.

 INT. READING ROOM - NIGHT

 Jack enters, vodka in hand. TEN SPACE MONKEYS here, reading.

 JACK (V.O.) The house became a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. So many people moving, the house moved.

 Jack walks out.

 INT. OFFICE - DAY

 Jack enters. Angel Face reads a book, marks on a chart. Space Monkeys shuffle PAPERS and NEWS CLIPPINGS. Walls are lined with FILES, each labeled with a STREET ADDRESS, under SIGNS: "Mischief," "Disinformation," "Arson."

 Jack's eye lingers on "Arson." He starts flipping through a file. Angel Face comes to take the file from him.

 ANGEL FACE That wouldn't interest you.

 JACK Where's Tyler?

 ANGEL FACE The first rule of Project --

 JACK Right, right.

 As Angel Face replaces the file, Jack notices -- a LYE- BURNED KISS-SCAR on the back of Angel Face's hand.

 EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT

 Jack takes a swig of vodka, smokes. In the BACKGROUND, a Space Monkey WHACKS an APPLICANT with a BROOM. It's a ritual; no words. Other Space Monkeys tend the garden.

 JACK (V.O.) 
I'm all alone. I Am Jack's Broken Heart.

 Jack drops his cigarette in the gravel, steps on it. A Space Monkey immediately comes to clean it up.

The Second Coming 

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   

The darkness drops again; but now I know   

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Quilt Club

“ For some reason, I thought of my first fight 

 — with Tyler. ”

“You CyberBullied Him!

That’s Like The WORST Thing You Can Do to a Person!!!”

The Third Option

Or, How About -

BUT YOU HAVE ELECTED [for] THE WAY OF PAIN !!!

Damn Right.

DALEK [on viewscreen]: 

I will talk to The Doctor. 

The Designated Survivor : 

Oh, will you? 

That's nice. Hello! 

DALEK [on viewscreen]: 

The Dalek stratagem nears completion. 

The fleet is almost ready. 

You will not intervene. 

The Designated Survivor : 

Oh, really? 

Why's that, then?

DALEK:

We have your associate.

You will obey, or she will be exterminated.

The Designated Survivor : 

No. 

(Everyone looks at The Doctor.) 

DALEK [on viewscreen]: 

Explain yourself. 

The Designated Survivor : 

I said no. 

DALEK [on viewscreen]: 

What is the meaning of this negative? 

The Designated Survivor : 

It means no.

DALEK : 

But she will be destroyed. 

The Designated Survivor : 

No!

Because this is what I'm going to do -

I'm going to rescue her.

I'm going to save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet.

And then I'm going to save The Earth, 

and then, just to finish off,

I'm going to wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!

DALEK: 

But you have no weapons, 

no defences, no plan!

The Designated Survivor :

Yeah. 

And doesn't that scare you to death. 

Rose?

ROSE: 

Yes, Doctor? 

The Designated Survivor : 

 [on viewscreen] 

I'm coming to get you. 

(Transmission ends, courtesy of the sonic screwdriver.) 

DALEK: 

The Doctor is initiating hostile action. 

DALEK 2: 

The stratagem must advance. 

Begin The Invasion of Earth! 

DALEK 3: 

The Doctor will be exterminated! 

DALEKS: 

Exterminate! Exterminate! 

Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!