Showing posts with label Human Sacrifice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Human Sacrifice. Show all posts

Wednesday 26 October 2022

Pace



They also Serve, who Stand and Wait --
Loyalty is a Much-Misunderstood Thing.

Wild At Heart - Love Me 
(Performed by Nicolas Cage)


Sailor's in Deep Trouble here.
I can't just leave him.

Oh yes, you can!
Yes, you can!


Your mama was real worried 
about you, honey. Me Too.
Can you give your old friend Santos a hug?



Dearest Sailor,

First thing you'll want to know is :
I'm keeping the baby.

Mama wasn't for it at first,
but I think now she is.

I'm gonna name it Pace,
no matter if it's a boy or a girl.

It's kinda hard to believe that
Pace will be six when you get out.

Our Child!

I love you, Sailor.

I miss dancing and talking,
and especially The Other!

5 YEARS, 10 MONTHS, 21 DAYS LATER

When... does... Sailor's train get in?

Six.

If I asked you not to go...

It wouldn't make any difference.

Girl, what if I told you not to go?

Mama, if you get in the way of Our Happiness,
I'll fucking pull your arms out by the roots!

No!

Mama, you almost crashed us!

Oh, an accident, baby!

Oh no, oh man!

Same fuckin' thing happened to me last year!

You must be my son.

Shake hands with Your Daddy, Pace.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Pace.
I read a lot about you.

Are you hungry?

Lead the way.

No!

No!

What's wrong, Mama?

Don't worry, Son. 
Just stay here.

I'm sorry, Sailor,
I just can't help it.

Just give me one little minute, then I'll quit.

The Boy's frightened, Lula. 
This ain't no Good.

Really, Sailor, I'll be okay.

It's a mistake, Honey.

You two go on.
I'll walk back to the depot.

What are you talking about?
That's Your Son in there!

He never Knew Me, Lula.
So there's not much for him to forget.

And 6 years apart makes it almost simple for us too.

How can you say that, Sailor?

It's what Makes Sense.

Please don't do this, Sailor!

If ever something doesn't feel right to you,
remember what Pancho said to the Cisco Kid :
"Let's Win, before We're Dancing 
at The End of a Rope, 
without Music."

You've been fine without Me.
No need to make Life tougher 
than it has to be.

Sailor, come back!

What do you faggots want?

The Good Witch...

Lula Loves You.

But I'm a robber and 
a manslaughterer.

And I haven't had any 
Parental Guidance.

She's forgiven You all that.
You Love Her.
Don't be afraid, Sailor.

But I'm Wild at Heart.

If You are Truly Wild at Heart,
You'll fight for Your Dreams.
Don't Turn-away from Love, Sailor.
Don't Turn-away from Love.

Ass-Kicking Angel :
Had Enough, asshole?


Yes I have.
And I want to apologize  to 
You Gentlemen for referring 
to You as homosexuals.

I also want to thank you fellows.

You've taught me
a valuable lesson in life.

I just met the Good Witch.

Tuesday 6 September 2022

Dick Halloran





Dick Gregory | Uncle Tom Was A Shapeshifter


HALLORAN :
You Like Lamb, Doc?

Danny shakes his head.

HALLORAN :
 You don't? What's your 
favourite food, then?

Danny, Champion 
of The World:
 French fries and ketchup.
Ah! A Wise Child! ]

HALLORAN :
(chuckles)
I think we can manage that too, Doc.
 Come along. Watch your step.


WENDY, Darling :
How'd you know we call him 'Doc'?

HALLORAN :
Beg your pardon?

WENDY, Darling :
You called Danny "Doc" twice.

HALLORAN :
did?

WENDY, Darling :
 We call him 'Doc' sometimes, like 
in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.
 But how did you know?

HALLORAN :
 I guess I must have heard 
you call him that.

WENDY, Darling :
 It's possible. But I don't remember
calling him that since 
we've been with you.

HALLORAN :
 Anyway, he looks like a Docdon't he?
Nyah! What's up, Doc?
That ain't no kind of Answer, Dick, and You know it..!! ]
 Now, this is The Storeroom.....

Thursday 18 November 2021

The Shining





It’s a Fortress of Solitude.



HALLORAN :
 It won't take you long to get the hang of it.

WENDY, Darling :
 This is The Kitchen, huh?

HALLORAN :
 This is it.
 How do you like it, Danny? 
Is it big enough for you?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 It's the biggest place I ever seen.
[ Didn't answer The Question. ]

WENDY, Darling :
 This whole place is such 
an enormous maze --

 I feel as though I'll have to leave 
a trail of breadcrumbs 
every time I come in.

HALLORAN :
 Don't let it get you down.
 lt's BIG, but it ain't nothing 
but A Kitchen.
 A lot of this stuff you'll 
never have to touch.

WENDY, Darling :
I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did.

HALLORAN :
 One thing for sure, you don't have to worry about Food.
 You could eat here for a year and never 
have the same menu twice.

 Right here is our walk-in freezer.
 This is where we keep
all of Our Meat.

 You got rib roasts
ten-pound bags of hamburger.
 We got turkeys, 
we got chickens
sirloin steaks, 
two dozen pork roast
and legs of Lamb

You Like Lamb, Doc?

Dan shakes his head.

HALLORAN :
 You don't? What's your 
favourite food, then?


DANNY, Champion of The World :
 French fries and ketchup.
[ Ah! A Wise Child! ]

HALLORAN :
I think we can manage that too, Doc.
 Come along. Watch your step.


WENDY, Darling :
How'd you know we call him 'Doc'?

HALLORAN :
Beg your pardon?

WENDY, Darling :
You called Danny "Doc" twice.

HALLORAN :
I did?

WENDY, Darling :
 We call him 'Doc' sometimes, like 
in the Bugs Bunny cartoons.
 But how did you know?

HALLORAN :
 I guess I must have heard 
you call him that.

WENDY, Darling :
 It's possible. But I don't remember
calling him that since 
we've been with you.

HALLORAN :
 Anyway, he looks like a Doc, don't he?
Nyah! What's up, Doc?
[ That ain't no kind of Answer, Dick, and You know it..!! ]
 Now, this is The Storeroom.....
 In here is where we keep all the dried goods and the canned goods.

 We got canned fruits and vegetables. . .

 . . .canned fish and meats, hot and cold cereals.

 Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs. . .

 . . .Rice Krispies, oatmeal, Wheatena and Cream of Wheat.

 You got a dozen jugs of black molasses.

 We got boxes of dried milk. . .

 How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?

 . . .Sociables, finger rolls. . .

 . . .and kinds of what have you.

 We've got dried peaches, dried apricots. . .

 . . .dried raisins and dried prunes.

 You know, you got to keep regular if you want to be happy.

 -How're you getting on? -Fine.

 Can we borrow Mrs. Torrance? We're on our way to the basement.

 l promise we won't keep her very long.

HALLORAN
 No problem. I was just getting to the ice cream.
 You like ice cream, Doc?


 I thought so.
 You mind if I give Danny some ice cream?

 -Not at all. -We don't mind.

 -Good. -Sound good to you, Doc?

 Okay, you behave yourself.

HALLORAN
 What kind of ice cream do you like?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 Chocolate.

HALLORAN
 Chocolate it shall be. 
Come on, Son.

 lt's amazing, all this activity today.

 The guests and some staff left yesterday, but the. . .

 . . .last day's always hectic.

 Everybody wants to be on their way as early as possible.
 By tonight, you'll never know anybody was ever here.

 Just like a ghost ship, huh?

 Do you know how I knew 
your name was Doc?

 You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

 I can remember when I was a little boy
my grandmother and I could hold conversations. . .
entirely without ever opening our mouths.

 She called it "Shining. "

 And for a long time I thought it was just 
the two of us that had "The Shine" to us.

 Like you probably thought 
you was the only one.

 But there are other folks. . .
though mostly 
they don't know it, 
or don't believe it.

 How long have you been able to do it?
 Why don't you want to talk about it?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 I'm not supposed to.

 Who says you ain't supposed to?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 Tony.

 Who's Tony?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 Tony's the little boy 
that lives in my mouth.

 Is Tony the one that tells you things?
 How does he tell you things?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 It's like I go to sleep 
and he shows me things.

 But when I wake up, 
I can't remember everything.

 Does your mom and dad know about Tony?

 Do they know he tells you things?

 Tony told me never to tell them.

 Has Tony ever told you anything about this place?

 About the Overlook Hotel?

 I don't know.

 Now think real hard, Doc.

 Think.

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 Is there something bad here?

 You know, Doc, when something happens. . . 
it can leave a trace of itself behind.
 Say, like. . . if someone burns toast.

 Maybe things that happen leave other kind of traces behind.
 Not things that anyone can notice.
 But things that people who shine can see.
 Just like they can see things that haven't happened yet. . .
sometimes they can see things that happened a long time ago.

 I think a lot of things happened right here 
in this particular hotel over the years.
 And not all of them was Good.

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 What about Room 237?

 Room 237?

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 You're scared of Room 237 ain't you?

 No, I ain't.

DANNY, Champion of The World :
 Mr. Hallorann, 
What is in Room 237?

 Nothing.
 There ain't nothing in Room 237.
 But you ain't got no business going in there anyway.
 So stay out.
 You understand? Stay out!

 Good morning, hon.
 Your breakfast is ready.

 What time is it?

 lt's about  : .

 Jesus!

 I guess we've been staying up too late.

 I know it.

 I made them just the way you like them, sunny-side up.

 Nice.

 It's really pretty outside.

 How about taking me for a walk after you finish your breakfast?

 I suppose I ought to try to do some writing first.

 Any ideas yet?

 Lots of ideas.
 No good ones.

 Something will come.
 It's just a matter of settling into 
the habit of writing every day.
 That's all it is.

All right.

And you're going to lose.
 And l'm going to get you. 
You'd better run fast!
 Look out!

 I'm coming in close.

 Loser has to keep America clean.
 Keep America clean.

 Danny, you win.
 Let's take the rest of this walking.

 Give me your hand.
Isn't it beautiful?

 Dead end.

 We made it.

 Isn't it beautiful?
 It's so pretty.
 I didn't think it was this big. 
Did you?

 Hi, hon.
 How's it going?

 Fine.

 Get a lot written today?
 The weather forecast said it's going to snow tonight.

 What The Fuck do you want me to do about it?

 Come on, hon.
 Don't be so grouchy.

 I'm not. . . being grouchy.
 I just want to finish my work.

 Okay. I understand.
 I'll come back later with a couple of sandwiches.
 Maybe you'll let me read something then.

 Wendy. . .
let me explain something to you.

 When you come in and interrupt, you're breaking my concentration.

 You're distracting me
and it will then take time to get back to where I was.

 Understand?

 Fine.

 We're making a new rule:
 Whenever I'm in here
and you hear me typing,
or whatever the fuck you hear me doing in here
when I'm in here, that means 
I am working.

 That means 
Don't Come In.

 Do you think you can handle that?

 Fine.
 Why don't you start right now 
and get the fuck out of here?


Superman :
I’m just like EVERYBODY ELSE.

Except MY Eyes don’t just 
ABSORB radiation 
like yours do, 
they EMIT all kinds.”



Monday 16 August 2021

He Doesn’t LIKE You.







Dr. Dysart! There's a terrible scene with the Strang boy in the Violence Room. 

His Mother brought him chocolates. 

He threw them at her, hard


Manchester Black’s Mother :

Don't you dare! Don't you dare. 

Don't you look at me like that. 

I'm Not A Doctor who'll take anything. 

Don't you give me that stare, Young Man. 


Mrs. Strang. 



I know your stares, they don't work on me... 



Leave here at once! 


What did you say? 


I tell you to leave here at once. 


Goodbye, Alan. 


Wait for me. 


I must ask you never to come here again. 


You think I want to? Do you think I want to? 


What on earth has got into you? 



Into ME? 


Can't you see the boy's highly distressed? 

He's at the most delicate stage of treatment. 

He's totally exposed, ashamed, everything you can imagine. 


And me? What about me? What do you think I am? 

I'm a parent. Of course, that doesn't count. 

Isn't it a dirty word in here, "parent"? 


You know that's not true.


I know it, alright. I've heard it all my life -- It's our fault. 

Whatever happens, WE did it. 

You say to us, 

"Who forbids Television?" 

"Who does what behind whose back?" As if we're criminals. 

Let me tell you something. We're NOT criminals. 

We've done nothing wrong. We loved Alan. 

We gave him the best love we COULD

Poor Frank digs into the boy too much, 

but nothing in excess. He's not a bully. 

No, Doctor. 

Whatever has happened... 

has happened because of Alan


If you added up everything we did to him, 

from his first day on earth to this... 

you wouldn't find out why 

he did this terrible thing. 

Do you understand what I'm saying? 


I want you to understand... 

because I lie awake, thinking it out. 

And I want you to know 

I deny it absolutely

what he's doing now. 


Staring at me, attacking me 

for what he's done... 

for what he is



Mrs. Strang! 


You have your words, 

and I have mine. 

But if you knew God, Doctor, 

you would know about The Devil. 


The Devil isn't made by 

What Mummy Says, 

or What Daddy Says. 


The Devil is there

It's an old-fashioned word, 

but a True thing. 


I'll go. 


What I did just now was inexcusable. 

I only know that... 

He was My Little Alan... 

and then The Devil came


*****



I thought you liked your mother. 



She doesn't know anything. 

I haven't told her what you told me. 

It was lies, anyway. 


What was? 



You and your pencil. 

Just a con-trick, that's all. 

Made me say a lot of lies.


Like what?


All of it. Everything I said. 

A lot of lies. 


I see.




Ought to be locked up. 

Bloody Tricks. 


Thought you liked tricks. 


There'll be the drug next.



What drug?


I've heard. I'm not ignorant. 

I know what you get up to in here... 

shove needles in people and pump them full of truth drugs... 

so they can't help Saying Things. 

That's next, isn't it? 


Do you know why you're here? 


So you can give me Truth Drugs? 



He actually believes they exist. 


Hesther :

Truth Drugs? 


Yes. 


Hesther :

And don't they? 


Of course not. 

The important thing is that 

he wants A Way to Speak... 

Finally tell me what happened in those stables. 

Tape is too isolated... and hypnosis, he pretends, is A Trick, so he can deny it later. 


I'm tempted to 

Play A Real Trick on him. 




Hesther :

Like what? 



Give him an aspirin. 

Tell him it's the strongest truth drug in the world. 


Hesther :

He'd just deny everything again afterwards. 

The same thing all over. 


Superman :

No, because I'd tell him The Truth afterwards... 

that it was simply an aspirin. 


He'll Believe Me

Underneath all that glowering, 

The Boy Trusts Me. 


You realize that? I'm sure he does. 

Poor, bloody fool. 


Hesther :


Please, Martin, dear, 

don't start that again. 


Superman :

Can you do anything worse to somebody than to…

Take away Their Worship


Hesther :

Worship? 


Superman :

Yes, that word again. 


Hesther :

Isn't that a little extreme? 


Superman :

Extremity — is The Point


Hesther :

Worship isn't destructive, Martin —

I know that


Superman :

I don't —I only know 

it's the core of his life. 


What else has he got


Think about it. 

He can hardly read. 

He knows no physics or engineering 

to make The World real to him... 

No paintings to show him 

how others have enjoyed it... 

No music except television jingles... 

No history except tales from a desperate mother... 

No friends to give him a joke 

or make him know himself 

more moderately. 


He's a modern citizen for whom Society doesn't exist. 

He lives one hour every three weeks, howling in a mist. 

"With My BODY, I Thee Worship." 

Many men are less vital with their wives. 


Hesther :

All the same, they don't BLIND their wives, do they? 


Superman :

Come on. 


Hesther :

Well, do they? 


Superman :

You mean he's a violent, dangerous madman, who'll go round the country doing it again and again? 


Hesther :

I mean he's In PAIN, Martin. 

He's been In Pain for most of His Life


Superman :

Yes. 


Hesther :

And you can take it away. 


Superman :

Yes. 


Hesther :

Then that's all you need to know, in the end. 


Superman :

No. 


Hesther :

Why not? 


Superman :

Because — it is HIS. 


Hesther :

His? 


Superman :

HIS Pain. His Own. He made it. 


Hesther :

I don't understand. I don't

There's no merit about being In Pain, that's just pure old masochism



Superman :

I'm talking about Passion, Hesther. 

You know what that word meant originally? Suffering


The way you get Your Own Spirit through Your Own Suffering. 

Self-chosen. Self-made. 


This boy's DONE that. 

He's created his own desperate ceremony... 

just to ignite one flame of original ecstasy 

in the spiritless waste around him. 


Alright... he's destroyed for it, horribly

He's virtually been destroyed BY it. 


One thing I know for sure, that boy has known a PASSION... more ferocious than I have known in any second of my life. 


Let me tell you something : 

I envy it. 


Hesther :

You CAN'T. 


Superman :

Don't you see? 

That's what his stare has said all this time :

"At least I galloped. 

When did you?" 


I'm jealous, Hesther. 

Jealous... of Manchester Black


Hesther :

That's absurd


Superman :

Is it? 


Hesther :

Yes, utterly. Utterly


Superman :

I go on about my wife —

Have you thought about the husband? 

The finicky, critical husband, with his art books on mythical Greece? 


What REAL Worship has he known? 

Without worship, you shrink! 

It's brutal. 

I shrank my life. 

No one can do it for you


I settled for being pallid and provincial 

out of my eternal timidity


The old story of 

bluster, and do bugger-all. 


I didn't even dare to have children... 

didn't dare to bring children into a house and marriage as cold as mine. 


I tell everyone Margaret 

is The Puritan, I'm The Pagan. 

Some Pagan. 

Such wild returns I make 

to the womb of civilisation. 


Three weeks a year 

in the Mediterranean. 


Beds booked in advance, meals paid with vouchers... 

cautious jaunts in hired cars, suitcase crammed with Kaopectate. 


What a FANTASTIC Surrender 

to The Primitive. 



The "Primitive." 

I use that word endlessly

"The Primitive World," I say, 

"What Instinctual Truths were lost with it." 


While I sit baiting that poor, 

unimaginative woman with the word... 

That freaky boy is trying 

to conjure The Reality


I look at pages of centaurs 

trampling the soil of Argos. 


Outside My Window, that boy 

is trying to BECOME one 

in a Hampshire field. 


Every night I watch that woman knitting, 

a woman I haven't kissed in six years

And he stands for an hour in The Dark, 

sucking the sweat off his god's hairy cheek.


In the morning, 

I put away my books 

on the cultural shelf... 

Close up my Kodachrome snaps 

of Mount Olympus... 

Touch my reproduction statue 

of Dionysus for luck... 

and go off to The Hospital 

to treat HIM for Insanity


Now do you see? 


Hesther :

The Boy's In Pain, Martin. 

That's all I see. 


I understand, you know. 

I'm not just being Mrs. MacBrisk. 


You haven't made 

that kind of pain. 

So few of us have


But you've still made 

OTHER things. 

Your own thoughts. Your own skill

Skill absolutely unique to you


I've watched you do it, year after year... 

and it's marvelous


You can't just sit and say 

"It's all provincial, 

You're just a butcher." 


All that stuff is stupid, hateful


Alright, you never galloped. 

Too bad


If I have to choose between his galloping 

and your sheer training... 

I'll take The Training every time. 


What's more, 

so will the boy, at this moment. 


That stare of his isn't accusing you, 

it's simply demanding


Superman :

What? 


Hesther :

Just that

YOUR Power to pull him out of 

The NIGHTMARE he's galloped himself INTO


Do you see? 

Do you see?