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alien (adj.)

c. 1300, "strange, foreign," from Old French alien "strange, foreign;" as a noun, "an alien, stranger, foreigner," from Latin alienus "of or belonging to another, not one's own, foreign, strange," also, as a noun, "a stranger, foreigner," adjective from alius (adv.) "another, other, different" (from PIE root *al- (1) "beyond").

The meaning "residing in a country not of one's birth" is from mid-15c. The sense of "wholly different in nature" is from 1670s. The meaning "not of this Earth" is recorded by 1920. An alien priory (mid 15c.) is one owing obedience to a religious jurisdiction in a foreign country.

also from c. 1300

alien (n.)

"foreigner, citizen of a foreign land," early 14c., from alien (adj.) or from noun use of the adjective in French and Latin. In the science fiction sense "being from Another Planet," from 1953.

also from early 14c.

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*al- (1)

Proto-Indo-European root meaning "beyond."

It forms all or part of: adulteration; adultery; alias; alibi; alien; alienate; alienation; allegory; allele;  allergy; allo-; allopathy; allotropy; Alsace; alter; altercation; alternate; alternative; altruism; eldritch; else; hidalgo; inter alia; other; outrage; outrageous; outre; parallax; parallel; subaltern; synallagmatic; ulterior; ultimate; ultra-.

It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit anya "other, different," arana- "foreign;" Avestan anya-, Armenian ail "another;" Greek allos "other, different, strange;" Latin alius "another, other, different," alter "the other (of two)," ultra "beyond, on the other side;" Gothic aljis "other," Old English elles "otherwise, else," German ander "other."

alienage (n.)

"state of being alien," 1753, from alien (adj.) + -age. Other abstract noun forms include alienship (1846); alienness (1881).

The Bad Shepherd

Ygor: 

No. He Cannot be Destroyed. 

Cannot Die. 

Your Father made him 

Live for always. 

Now he is sick. 

Make him well, Frankenstein!

Baron Wolf von Frankenstein: 

I don't know whether I...

Ygor: 

Your Father made him! 

And Heinrich Frankenstein 

was Your Father too.

Baron Wolf von Frankenstein: 

Do You mean to imply, 

then, that, uh... 

That is My Brother?

 Ygor: 

But His Mother 

was Lightning.

Baron Wolf von Frankenstein: 

Oh, Electricity. We'll see.

Rabbi :

If you had come out of Egypt, 

you would have been 

Destroyed in The Desert 

with all those who worshipped 

The Golden Calf!

Danny, Champion of 

The World (Aged 11) :

Then Let Him 

Destroy Me Now —

Go ahead. Kill Me. 

Here I am. Do it. 

Rabbi :

Danny. Glad you came back. 

I wanted to take up 

that discussion 

We were having. 

Danny, Champion 

of The World :

I can't right now. 

About Abraham and Isaac. 

You remember what you said…? 

That Isaac actually died 

on Mount Moriah. 

I've been Thinking maybe 

You were right about that. 

You remember what you said? 

That Isaac actually died 

on Mount Moriah. 

I've been Thinking, maybe 

You were right about that. 

Died... and then reborn 

in The World to Come. 

You remember what you said…? 

That Isaac actually died 

on Mount Moriah. 

I've been Thinking, maybe 

You were right about that. 

Died... and then reborn 

in The World to Come. 

Danny, •STOP•. —

Where Do You Think 

You're going…? 

Don't You Know?

There's nothing 

Up There. 

"...Your Only Son 

whom you love, 

Isaac, and go unto 

The Land of Moriah 

and offer him there as 

A Sacrifice on A Mountain 

that I will show You." 

So... "I will show You." 

It was A Test 

of Abraham's Faith, 

of his Devotion to God. 

Danny, Champion 

of The World :

It's not about 

Abraham's Faith. 

It's about God's Power. 

Abstraction. 

They're obsessed 

with Abstraction. 

"Kill Your Only Son, 

Because I'm Everything 

and You're Nothing." 

"You're nothing."

 Jews. Judaism. 

They're still just Jews. 

Differences exist, 

of course. All right? 

But they're irrelevant, 

'cause For A Jew, 

His Jewishness 

Dominates everything. 

And even the ones 

who renounce it, and 

Who Hate its Strength 

and want to cut it out 

of Their Hearts...

MASKS

Dr. Ray Stantz, 

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

….it’s A Girl.

Dr. Egon Spengler :

It’s Gozer.

Winston :

I Thought “Gozer” was A Man --

Dr. Egon Spengler :

It’s Whatever it Wants to Be….

Venkman :

Well, whatever it is, 

it’s got to 

Get By Us --

Go Get Her, Ray!

Gozer The Gozarian…?

Good Evening….

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

We Want to Think about God. 

God is a Thought, God is an Idea, but its reference is to 

something that transcends

all Thinking. 

I mean, He’s Beyond Being, Beyond the category of 

Being or Nonbeing. 

Is He or is He not? Neither 

Is nor Is Not.

Every God, every mythology, every religion, is True 

in this sense : It is True 

as metaphorical of 

The Human and 

Cosmic Mystery.

He Who Thinks He Knows,

Doesn’t Know. 

He Who Knows that 

He Doesn’t Know, knows.

There is an old story 

that is still good — 

The Story of The Quest, 

The Spiritual Quest, 

that is to say, to find 

the inward thing that 

You basically are. 

All of these symbols in mythology refer to you — 

Have you been reborn? 

Have you died to your animal nature and come to life as a human incarnation? 

You are God in your deepest identity. 

You are one with the transcendent.

BILL MOYERS: 

The images of God are many. 

Joseph Campbell called them 

“The Masks of Eternity,” and said 

they both cover and reveal 

the face of glory. 

All our names and images for God are masks, Campbell said, 

they signify that ultimate reality, which by definition transcends language and art.

A Myth is a Mask of God, too, a metaphor for what lies behind the visible world. 

As teacher, scholar and writer, Joseph Campbell spent his life in the study of comparative religion. He wanted to know what it means that God assumes such different masks in different cultures. We go east of Suez and see people dancing before a bewildering array of fantastic gods. When those people come here, well, Campbell told the story of the young Hindu who called on him in New York and said, “When I visit a foreign country, I like to acquaint myself with its religion. So I bought myself a Bible and for some months now have been reading it from the beginning. 

But, you know, I can’t 

find any religion in it.”

BILL MOYERS: 

But Joe, can Westerners grasp this kind of mystical trance 

theological experience? 

It does transcend theology, it leaves theology behind. I mean, if you’re locked to the image of God in a culture where science determines your perceptions of reality, how can you experience this ultimate ground that the shamans talk about?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

The best example I know in our literature is that beautiful book by John Neihardt called Black Elk Speaks.

BILL MOYERS: 

Black Elk was?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

Black Elk was a young Sioux or Dakota, as they are often called, boy around nine years old, before the American cavalry had encountered the Sioux. 

They were the great people of the plains. 

And this boy became sick, psychologically sick. His family…I’m telling the typical shaman story. The child begins to tremble, and is immobilized, and the family’s terribly concerned about it. And they send for a shaman who had had the experience in his own youth, to come as a psychoanalyst, you might say, and pull the youngster out of it. But instead of relieving him of the deities, he is adapting him to the deities, and the deities to himself, you might say. It’s a different problem from that of psychoanalysis. I think it was Nietzsche who said, “Be careful, lest in casting out your devil, you cast out the best thing that’s in you.” Here, the deities who have been encountered the powers, let’s call them are retained. The connection is retained, it’s not broken. And these men then become the spiritual advisers and gift-givers of their people.

Well, what happened with this young boy, he was about nine years old, was he had a vision, and the vision is described, and it’s a vision prophetic of the terrible future that his tribe was to have. But it also spoke of the possible positive aspects of it. It was a vision of what he called the hoop of his nation, realizing that it was one of many hoops which is something that we haven’t all learned well enough yet and the cooperation of all the hoops and all the nations and grand processions and so forth. But more than that, it was an experience of himself as going through the realms of spiritual imagery that were of his culture, and assimilating their import. And it comes to one great statement, which for me is a key statement of the understanding of myth and symbols. He says. “I saw myself on the central mountain of the world, the highest place. And I had a vision, because I was seeing in a sacred manner, of the world.” And the sacred central mountain was Harney Peak in South Dakota. And then he says, “But the central mountain is everywhere.” That is a real mythological realization.

BILL MOYERS: 

Why?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

It distinguishes between the local cult image, Harney Peak, and its connotation, the center of the world. The center of the world is the hub of the universe, axis mundi, do you know, the central point, the pole star around which all revolves. The central point of the world is the point where stillness and movement are together. Movement is time, stillness is eternity, realizing the relationship of the temporal moment to the eternal not moment, but forever -is the sense of life. Realizing how this moment in your life is actually a moment of eternity, and the experience of the eternal aspect of what you’re doing in the temporal experience is the mythological experience, and he had it. So is the central mountain of the world Jerusalem, Rome, Banaras. Lhasa, Mexico City, you know? Mexico City, Jerusalem, is symbolic of a spiritual principle as the center of the world.

BILL MOYERS: 

So this little Indian was saying, there is a shining point where all lines intersect?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

That’s exactly what he said.

BILL MOYERS: 

He was saying God has no circumference.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 

God is an intelligible sphere, let’s say a sphere known to the mind, not to the senses, whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere. And the center, Bill, is right where you’re sitting, and the other one is right where I’m sitting. And each of us is a manifestation of that mystery.

Reubens

WHO is This, 

Who is COMING?

Thor (to The Ultron-Maggot) : 

Who SENT You?

Ultron-Maggot 

(whirring tape rewind — 

in Tony’s Voice) :

I SEE, a Suit of Armour 

around The World…

EGON : 

Vinz, You Said before You were 

Waiting for A Sign —

WHAT Sign are You 

Waiting for?

Vinz Clortho : 

Gozer The Traveler! 

He will COME in one of 

the PRE-CHOSEN Forms. 

During The Rectification of 

The Vuldronaii, 

The Traveler came as a 

LARGE and moving TORB. 

Then, during 

The Third Reconciliation 

of The Last of The 

Meketrex Supplicants, 

They chose a NEW form for Him; 

that of a giant SLOAR! 

(Many Shubs and Zulls 

knew What it Was 

to be roasted in 

The Depths of The Sloar 

that day, I can tell you….)

…it’s A Girl.

Cybernetics

ORAC

They must be left there!

AVON

To Die?

ORAC

There is no option — 

To reopen teleport contact could 

expose the base to undefined 

Systems Influence.

AVON

Oh, You'll have to do 

better than that, Orac, 

if You expect Me to 

KILL them.

SLAVE

Course co-ordinates one five two 

by zero zero five.

VILA

Report on that turbulence back there.

SLAVE

Power surge.

VILA

Details! [Turns towards Tarrant.] Anything?

TARRANT

Yes. Power surge in drive unit two! [Alarm sounds.]

VILA

But ... how? [Turns towards Slave.] Report!

SLAVE

Assessments failure.

VILA

Assessments failure? Huh! We'll just have to ask Orac, then, won't we! Let the expert sort it out.

SLAVE

Yes.

VILA

Yes, sir!

SLAVE

Sir!

VILA

What's got into Slave? 

[Camera shot of Muller in the medicapsule.]

[Avon, Orac, Dayna and Soolin at Xenon base.]

ORAC

Random fluctuation 

in circuit pulses.

AVON

Cause?

ORAC

External Influence.

TARRANT

[V.O. over comm.] 

With nothing visible on the detectors.

VILA

[V.O. over comm.] 

Nor the scanners.

DAYNA

Could they be faulty?

ORAC

Detector and scanner circuits record normal function.

AVON

So how is it external?

DAYNA

A freak magnetic storm?

ORAC

That would have been observed.

VILA

[V.O. over comm.] So what have you observed?

ORAC

A paradox.

AVON

In other words, nothing.

ORAC

Correction. The pulse influences are external to the circuits, but could be internal to the craft.

AVON

Internal? [Opens comm link.] Tarrant, what have you got up there apart from yourself, a half-wit and a corpse?

TARRANT

[V.O. over comm.] A box. [Shot changes to Tarrant on Scorpio.]

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] Describe.

TARRANT

Cuboid. Made of what looks like parafit, roughly the size of a power unit. I found it in Muller's lab.

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] Any idea what's in it?

TARRANT

None at all.

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] What's the matter, has Vila lost his touch?

VILA

Give me just one minute.

TARRANT

Vila, no! [Vila approaches the box. As he touches it, the same electrical power surge occurs again. Vila tries again with the same result.]

TARRANT

Slave?

SLAVE

Course co-ordinates one five two by zero one eight.

TARRANT

Zero one eight, that's way out.

SLAVE

Affirmative.

TARRANT

Apply course correction. Priority! [Points to Slave.]

SLAVE

Negative.

TARRANT

[Opens comm link.] Are you there, Avon?

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] What's happening?

TARRANT

Slave appears to have thrown off his chains.

VILA

Apply course correction, Slave, now!

SLAVE

Negative!

VILA

Right, that's it, finished, we'll do without the useless thing.

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] He's right for once, Tarrant. Take the Slave computer offline. Do it now.

TARRANT

Trying to pilot this ship without a flight computer is gonna be hard work, Avon.

VILA

At least we'll be heading in the right direction.

TARRANT

You really think Slave is the source of the problem?

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] It shows signs of malfunction, wouldn't you say?

TARRANT

That's not what I asked.

AVON

[V.O. over comm.] At this distance it's the best I can do.

TARRANT

[sighs] I'm taking Slave offline. [Slave goes offline.] On manual control, Orac. Confirm course.

ORAC

[V.O. over comm.] Course one five two by zero zero five.

VILA

[Sits next to Tarrant.] A little hard work never hurt anyone.

TARRANT

How would you know?

Houseguests

House guests leaving The Nursery…. 

Wait! Something's Wrong -- 

One of them's a girl!

Say again, lookout? 


One of them's a girl! 

They're the wrong ones! 

Rat Trap! 

Rat Trap now!

“Arthur Martin chased suspects through clues on paper : studying the messages, reviewing the files, and slowly filling in the pieces of the puzzle. The tighter the pieces fit, the clearer the patchwork scheme became, and the more effectively field agents could operate. For this assignment, he had to penetrate the clues available in the decoded messages of the Russians and try to ferret out the traitor and what secrets he had betrayed. Hamstrung from lack of information, he could do little until the endless blocks of numbers in the coded messages yielded treasure. He waited. 

In a move to lift the veil, British intelligence officers in Washington told Martin that they were keen to dig into the 1944–45 files on the Manhattan Project. Their information was still fragmentary, but using the specifics they had—a scientist, perhaps British or British sponsored, working in the United States on a project probably related to atomic energy in 1944 — they thought they could link the clues and identify the scientist who had betrayed them. A week later, they cabled Martin that they had come up empty, and any notion of an easy solution had evaporated. As the second week of the hunt rolled in, some light peeked through the clouds. 

The relentless chipping away of the code breakers in Arlington had extracted more information hidden in the blocks of numbers. The embassy sent Martin actual text from ten partially deciphered messages. But with the mixed bundle of fully deciphered sentences, partial ones, and large chunks of code that defied best efforts, he had plenty of head-scratching ahead. 

A message from New York to Moscow dated June 15, 1944, typified the decoded material he had in hand : 

To VIKTOR. 

[1 group unrecovered] received from REST the third part of report MSN-12 Efferent Fluctuation in a Stream [STRUYA] [37 groups unrecoverable] Diffusion Method—work on his specialty. 

R. expressed doubt about the possibility of remaining in the COUNTRY [STRANA] without arousing suspicion. 

According to what R. says, the ISLANDERS [OSTROVITYaNE] and TOWNSMEN [GOROZhANE] have finally fallen out as a result of the delay in research work on diffusion. . . . * 

* Only the latter part of the word has been recovered, but “Diffusion” is probable from the context. 

The code breakers had to turn seemingly random number blocks into Russian words and then into English, with specific code names requiring identifiers as well. Some of the identifiers were clear —“COUNTRY” was the United States, “ISLANDERS” were the British, and “TOWNSMEN” were the Americans. 

R, “REST,” was The Mystery. 

— 

Martin was different from most other officers in counterintelligence. He didn’t belong to the class of “gents” recruited from Oxbridge by way of Eton or Harrow, the toffs who dominated the intelligence establishment. His education was plebeian, and he belonged to no clubs. Baby-faced and a heavy smoker, he kept a bottle of scotch in the desk drawer and drank it out of a coffee cup when needed. But he was a dedicated professional and a lawyer with meticulous focus, good intuition, and an analytical mind. The director of B Branch, Dick White, had brought him in, and they had a close relationship, both professionally and personally. Martin had married White’s secretary, Joan. Of course, in the symbiotic underworld of spying, the connection didn’t stop there. Before her marriage to Martin, Joan had carried on an affair with White. 

Scrutinizing the text of the ten new messages, Martin carefully extracted and listed the certainties along with the uncertainties. He could document that The Spy called Rest was male, had been in the United States between March 1944 and July 1944, had worked on an Anglo-American scientific project, had contact with the report “MSN I-Efferent Fluctuations in the Stream,” and had a sister who probably lived in the United States. At least, the sister’s time in the United States overlapped with his. In 1944, an unknown Soviet agent visited this woman in October and possibly again in November. 

The key uncertainties were the nationality of the scientist, his possible transfer back to the U.K., the location of his sister, and the nature of the scientific project he’d worked on. The messages indicated that the British had considered transferring their researchers back to the U.K. because of tensions with the Americans. When confronted with this, the Americans countered that it would be a violation of the secret, scientific agreement that was part of The Atlantic Charter, signed by Churchill and Roosevelt. The messages didn’t indicate a decision about the transfer. 

Had Rest been posted to another position in the United States or sent back to the U.K.? Martin was left hanging. 

The British security officers in Washington worked closely with the FBI, the British shuttling between their embassy on Massachusetts Avenue and the FBI’s Washington field office housed in the Old Post Office Building near the White House. 

They both concluded that Rest had most likely infiltrated The Manhattan Project on the atomic bomb. 

MI5 and the FBI agreed on a concerted effort, to protect the top secret decoding project Venona, even if it slowed down the discovery of the spy. Initiated on February 1, 1943, and continuing for decades, Venona was run by the U.S. Army’s Signal Intelligence Service (later absorbed into the National Security Agency) as a means of decrypting messages transmitted by Soviet intelligence agencies. The longer the Russians stayed in the dark about Venona and the extent of Venona’s access, the longer Washington and London had an intelligence edge. Five-year-old messages could still betray valuable secrets. 

Martin met with his counterparts in MI6, the military’s division of foreign intelligence, to pinpoint the best entry into the maze of Rest’s identity. On September 1, the embassy in Washington cabled him that the FBI had identified two possibilities. 

Following the trail of clues from the report “Efferent Fluctuation in a Stream” that Rest had handed over, they made a breakthrough. That report had originated from the British scientific team. 

A particular physicist had written some papers for a research series, and his movements matched Rest’s. 

The FBI offered up the name of one Karl Fuchs, a naturalized British subject of German origin. 

According to their information, he had arrived in New York on December 3, 1943, and had then been transferred to Oak Ridge, Tennessee, on August 14, 1944. The Washington team requested all information on this man. 

Their main questions : Did he have a sister in the United States? 

And if so, where was she?”

Imitation

I’m sorry, sir, You’re not 

Allowed in There — 

“Not Allowed”? Me? 

I’m allowed everywhere!

The Imitation Game Begins : 

Time’s Champion : 

The Prisoner's Dilemma. 


CRANE: 

You can't just •stroll•  in here —


JUDSON: 

Oh, SHUT UP, Crane. 

You're Familiar with 

The Prisoner's Dilemma, then? 


Time’s Champion : 

Based on a false premise, 

Don’t You Think, 

like all zero sum games, 

but a neat algorithm 

nevertheless, 

Doctor Judson. 

Excuse Me, 

Do You Have any 

Official Stationery and 

A Typewriter I could Use? 

[ DRACULA Reference. ]


JUDSON: 

(still absorbing The Compliment.)

….On The Desk. 


Time’s Champion : 

•Thank• You. 


JUDSON: 

You're obviously also An Expert 

in this field, but I'm afraid 

I don't recognise  —


Time’s Champion : 

Ace —


ACE! :

Hi, I'm Ace and 

This is The Professor. 


Time’s Champion :

Doctor.


ACE: 

Sorry, Doctor. Oh, wow! 

Have You Seen This, Professor? 


(The Doctor starts typing

as Ace takes the puzzle from the top of a filing cabinet.) 


JUDSON: 

Put it down, child; 

It's Not a Toy. 


ACE! : 

I know it's not.

It's a flip-flop thingy. 

We used them at school. 


JUDSON : 

You understand it? 


ACE! :

Yeah, it's  A Logic Game, isn't it? 

You drop marbles in The Top, 

and depending on what colour 

each Window is, The Marble 

Follows a Different Path. 

You've got A Logic Diagram 

for it on The Backboard. 


JUDSON: 

But this is extraordinary! 

And You Say, You learnt 

about Logic at school? 




ACE: 

Mmm, 

Miss Birkett Taught Us 

in Computer Studies. 

She was well Good. 

Can I borrow this? 


Time’s Champion : 

TWO PENS, please!


JUDSON: 

Crane! 


(Nurse Crane hands The Doctor 

Two Pens.) 


Time’s Champion : 

Ah, •Thank• You. 


(The Doctor •crosses• His Arms 

and signs Two Names 

at the bottom of his fresh 

War Office Headed Paper, 

which SAYS,

‘Sir, 

This is to Authorise 

The Entry of The Doctor 

and His Assistant Ace 

into The Naval Camp.’

Signed :

Winston Churchill PM 

Stuart Menzies.


Time’s Champion : 

There We Are. Come in —


(There is THEN a knock 

at the door — Sgt. Bates enters.) 


BATES: 

I'm sorry to disturb you sir, 

but These Two are 

unauthorised personnel. 


Time’s Champion :

• perfect Naturalness •

Unauthorised? We are here 

by urgent request of 

The War Office. 

I Think You’ll find 

This is Signed by 

The Prime Minister and 

The Head of The Secret Service. 


(The Doctor hands Captain Bates his fresh forgery.) 


BATES: 

I must apologise, sir. 

[ DOESN’T Know Who He is,

can’t ask WHY He’s THERE —

The Poetry of WAR :

The Imitation Game. ]

We weren't informed 

of  Your Arrival. 


[ That’s a Joke about Casablanca. ]

Time’s Champion : 

(•slight• smirk.)

Need to Know, Captain, 

Need to Know. 

Doctor Judson's Work

at Trying to Break 

The German Codes 

is vitally important 

to The War Effort. 


BATES: (to Ace) 

We Thought •you• were something 

to do with those East End kids. 

Evacuees. 

[ Yeah, Nobody ASKED 

What You Thought, Bates —

OR, What sort of A Woman 

You and The Squaddies 

had DECIDED that she was,

BEFORE Trying to 

TALK to Her… ]


ACE! : 

I'm not from The East End, 

I'm from —


JUDSON: 

Perhaps You'd Like to 

See The Ultima Machine? 

[ You JUST Met Him;

You JUST Met Him, 

TWO Minutes ago, 

You DON’T Know Who He is,

WHY He is Here, 

Who SENT Him,

WHAT, precisely,  He is UP to,

and •NOW•  You’re GIVING him privileged, •direct• access 

to THE Most Closely Kept, 

Guarded and Protected 

Strategic State Secret —

OFF ALL TIME, and WHY?

Because He •recognises• You.

He recognises Your Genius, 

and has the capacity, imagination, 

and technical understanding 

to VALUE You, and •Appreciate• 

The •Scale• of 

Your Achievements (So Far —)

 — NOT to Help with The Work;

He Needs No Assistance;

He Has Nurse Cane —

He Does Not Require 

any Further Assistants.

“Is THIS The Face of Sutekh…?

•gazes up• 

•I• am The Servant of Sutekh;

He •NEEDS• No OTHER —

•DIE•

I, Bring Sutekh’s GIFT 

of DEATH, To ALL Humanity.

•Roll End Credits •


Time’s Champion : 

The Ultima Machine? Yes. 


JUDSON: 

Ah, Bates, Go and Fetch 

Commander Millington, will you? 


BATES: 

Sir. 


Time’s Champion : 

Commander? 

Well, on second thoughts, 

it's been a tiring day. 

Perhaps tomorrow, Doctor Judson. 

If you'll just show us to 

our quarters, we'd be grateful. 

Thank you.

[Maidens Point]

SORIN: 

Now, as soon as it's Dark, 

We check The Base. 

Petrossian, You check the shoreline 

in case anything gets washed up. 


PETROSSIAN: 

Alone?


SORIN: 

It only needs one. 


PETROSSIAN: 

Will You Listen to Me? 

There's EVIL here. 

Can't You Feel it, 

cold against Your Skin. 


SORIN: 

STOP IT! 

More stupid Armenian superstitions…..

…..You're supposed 

to be A Soldier. 


PETROSSIAN: 

So Was He. 


SORIN:

You Follow Orders.


(Gayev is still alive, but shaking. Down on the shoreline, in the gloom, Petrossian finds the oilskin pouch and slits it open with his knife. Inside is a photograph of Doctor Judson and a map.)