- The plane crashed near the African coast. The last radio contact record happened in Congo. The pilot and passenger disappeared with 500 million francs worth of treasure. People think they sank in to the sea.
- What if they are found?
- Then insurance company and the discoverers will share the money.
- Is this for her? She said it to you her last day, didn't she?
- No. She said she wanted to live with you.
- You old liar. She wanted to be with you.
- What's happening?
- They want to check our passports and logbooks. Give them the logbooks. What are you doing? Are you crazy?
- They are fake police. They are mercenaries planning to seize the treasure.
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original title·····Les Aventuriers
language·········French
- I am truly sorry to disappoint you. But kratts** cannot carry people. You created me for nothing, and I regret my shortcomings. I would like nothing more than to bring two loving hearts together. Is she enchanting, your beloved? "Skin like white marble, lips like velvet, eyes deep like two dark springs where the water is bewitched and drinking it makes you lose your mind"
- Enchanting? No. She is pretty. Where did you learn to talk like that, kratt?
- Everywhere. I flowed through old cities as a river, I burbled in splendid gardens as a fountain, I fell as rain and carried countless ships. Now I am snow, and for the first time I have the ability to speak through the mouth you gave me, Master! You don't have to get married. You can simply love. I have seen plenty of young men who cannot marry their loves and write beautiful poetry about it. And when the lovers part ways, a dagger finds its way into the lover's heart. "Do not try to hold on! I am the crumbling sand. Before the morning dawn, I will be gone from your hand. Do not try to understand. I am a primordial being. Shining down divinely, in every form and feeling. I am the echo of an angel. I am true Love. Wherever you may need me I am in your heart, my dove!"
- That's good. I'll recite it for her.
- You can do that. But it is much more endearing when a you writes the poem himself.
- I have to write the poem? I don't know how.
- Imagine your beloved. The poem will write itself, trust me!
- What happened, dear?
- Hans loves her. And he always will.
- So you didn't kill her?
- I can't. If I did, Hans might die of sadness. And where would that leave me?
- Die of sadness? Hans seems quite strange if such a death awaits him.
- Yes, he is. But that's why I love him.**
- I feel sorry for you two. You seem meant for each other. The two of you with your frozen souls.
- I close my eyes and pretend his words are meant for me. I know that the baroness will never hear them. Poor Hans.
- Liina, listen. There's one thing we can do...
- Your kind is a burden on humanity! You don't think twice before cutting our throats. We should avoid your kind. We should set all the kratts** on fire!
- It's your own fault! Who told you to make a deal with the Devil**? You fool the plague** and the Devil, but you don't want to pay with your soul as promised!
- But... I don't have a soul.
- You'll be boiling in the devil's cauldron soon enough.
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languages·····Estonian·German
**
Set in a 19th century mythical Estonian village. The plot revolves around a lovelorn young woman, her crush, and the ethereal baroness who has stolen his heart. Around this triangle of unrequited longing, the village is alive with witches, kratts, werewolves, ghosts, the Devil, personified Black Death and peasants who use magical folk remedies to survive the winter.
- I'm telling you something is not right down here.
- This place is a rabbit warren. Do you know, there's 400 miles of track down here? Plus loads more that ain't in use. I think I might know what happened to your friend. A while back, some homeless people went missing. There were rumors that something was creeping up on them and taking them.
"Where's Mandy? Did he get Mandy? The security guard's killed and Guy's dead. We have to leave right now"
"Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me"
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Written and directed by Christopher Smith (Triangle 2009, Black Death 2010, The Banishing 2020)
- At first I believed you dedicated to the vendetta, but you spend your money on prostitutes, while Tokuemon has set himself up as priest of Aizome Temple, and is trying to gather the money you lost in order to get you back in good with Oboshi, so you can be part of the revenge. And then when you some forty men** take your own lives after it's done, I plan to do the same. Here I come back and find you with that famous geisha Koman of Nakacho, for whom you have sold all your household goods. You can't be sane! Do you still call yourself a samurai? Is this the end of Soemon Funakura, the retainer of the Enya family?
- Don't talk so loud. The walls have ears! I am the poor samurai Gengobe Satsuma** to the outside world right now.
- Yes, Gengobe, sir, and I have good news. The servants got together to thank you for past favors. Some sold fields and others borrowed to make this 100 ryo for you. With this you must pay the government money you lost and become one with Oboshi and the others as an honorable samurai once more. Please accept this for that purpose.
- You really made a fool of me. Your love was all a planned trick.
- No, never that.
- Then why, with a son and husband, did you promise to be my wife? And even your tattoo pledge probably...
- No. That tattoo...
- Fake too? Let me see it. "Precious Sangoro?" Eternal proof of your treachery, here on your arm for all to see. You cheated me at every turn! I see everything clearly now! tell me where Sangoro is! I'll kill all three of you!
- Forgive me. I can explain everything! but don't hurt my child! Please don't take the life of my child!
- You want pity for him? Then pity him by killing him yourself.
- Why did you think it's necessary to kill my innocent child?! You're a demon! A horrid demon!
- It was you who made me a demon! When I gave that 100 ryo for you, I was willing to give up everything for you, no matter what others would say of me. It was with that 100 ryo that I made the most definite decision of my life. All that's left now is eternal, All enveloping darkness.
- I have been waiting for you to return. Please look at this, Soemon. My son Sentaro and his wife have come back, after many trials and tribulations. My son killed his wife's brother to get this floor plan of the Kono mansion. Soemon, please meet my pitiful son and give him a word of encouragement.
- What do you mean, giving these to me? It's too late now. Hachiemon got me 100 ryo which I used to ransom a geisha. Then she cheated me and, I killed many in hate. I know I was a fool, but I am the man who committed the 5 Fukagawa murders. Gengobe is the name I have been using. Hachiemon was arrested in place of me. I no longer have the right or the desire to be counted among the faithful retainers. I only regret that I let that rascal Sangoro get away alive.
- Sangoro? That is my son Sentaro's childhood name. And I've heard his wife was a geisha.
- Does that mean? This is my cloth, so this 100 ryo!
*
original title·····修羅 (Shura)
language·········Japanese
**
Follows the story of Gengobe Satsuma, an exiled samurai who seeks revenge after falling prey to the schemes of a geisha and her husband. The film takes place in the Edo period, as its plot connects to the Genroku Chūshingura story. The Japanese title Shura refers to Asura, warrior demons in Buddhist mythology.
"The fifth generation stealth fighters of the enemy have intruded into waters under China's jurisdiction multiple times. Our platforms are still of the forth generation. In western countries, there was a record of a kill ratio of 75 to 1 in fifth gens against forth gens. Let me put it this way. It's like Mike Tyson going up against an average teenager. Effortless. Now some other countries have deployed hundreds of stealth fighter jets like this all around us, trying to make us cave in. Today, confronting the tech blockade and the containment strategy of the foreign countries, we are left with no other choice but to win. Complete the Taishan test. And get the stealth fighters ready for combat right on schedule. This will be a strong message to hostile forces. This is a battle of our country's dignity and security"
"The 1st generation of test pilots are flying with courage, willing to give their life for limit data. And our generation is skill orientated. We are all about operational skills. That's why in my opinion this new generation of test pilots must be technology experts. Apart from being good pilots, they also need to have solid theoretical aviation knowledge, and to participate in the development and design of aircrafts"
- The cause of the accident has been cleared. Missile hot wake is high temperature exhaust gas. Once it passed through the inlet, inlet distortion happened. And led to a surge and violent vibration. Blades rotating at high speeds broke abruptly and penetrated the case, which caused the fire. We've changed the design and improved engine surge margin. In the meantime, we've conducted multiple ground tests. So far, no issues are detected.
- An aircraft itself is a holistic system. It's like coding. Fixing one bug, might end up damaging the entire system and lead to more bugs. This makes it way too risky to do test flights again.
- Understood. But stealth fighters is a new thing for Chinese people. Even the developed countries have to work together on it. But we, we are on our own. We are beset with challenges. And there is only one way out. That is to carry on with the flight tests.
- Then we have to follow Zhang's flight path and repeat it. That's the best plan.
- I don't think that's enough. We must increase the fault recurrence probability to ensure the engine breath in sufficient smoke. This is the only way to fully test the limit performance of the engine and every single blade. If the malfunction did not recur, it means our improvement worked.
- We'd rather have our aircraft crashed on the testing field than being shot down in the battlefield.
"You need to know everything about your aircraft the way you do about your own body. From now on, you'll protect your flight data the same way you protect your family. Every life matters. We all have family. No one wants to die. But you're a soldier. As a soldier, your life is not complete without your mission"
*
original title·····長空之王 (Chángkōng zhī wáng) / king of the sky
language·········Mandarin
- 40 minutes ago we got a call from a man saying there was an injured boy in a car. He said the driver told his wife that he was being blackmailed and needed to take out all the money from her account and hand it over to some stranger on Plaza de los Jardines. A patrol car was in the area and stopped the delivery. Then we located the car and tried to arrest the driver, and this bomb thing came up. Now he's over there, with his two kids. It seems the boy is hurt.
- Any links between this man and the other victims?
- We still don't know the victims' identities.
- Has he demanded anything?
- Just that we should let him go. He's wearing an earphone and he indicated that someone is telling him what to say.
- He's being blackmailed?
- Or he wants us to think so.
- What have you done?
- What else do you need to see this guy's a nutcase?
- She saw your men and thought they were going shoot her father! Whether you like it or not, we're still in charge here,
- What's your next move? Now we have a girl on a bomb, and we didn't before. That girl's life is in danger because of that loony.
- Carlos isn't controlling the bombs. I saw his face. He's incapable of harming his children.
- The phone he gave you has no unknown incoming calls. Let us follow the protocol. You jammed the frequencies, there's no danger as long as he doesn't move or get up. You can't defuse those bombs anymore, so we'll resume command. Do you agree or ..?
- We're missing something. Maybe they communicate another way.
- I saw him grab his girl and stop her from getting out. And before he fainted, the boy said: "Dad, why do you want to make the bomb go off?" And you saw that fight with his brother.
- It makes no sense. You can't kill a man if you're not sure.
- No one said we're going to kill him. But we can't let him drive around the center with a bomb and a girl next to him. We're going to do the right thing.
- Don't you remember me? Don't you recognize me? Not even now? For that alone, you deserve to be blown to bits. Pick up the phone. The one I put in your car. Look inside the images file. You remember her, don't you? See this button? Look at that timer and you'll see that everything is possible.
- I'm not responsible for what happened to your wife. I'm just an employee. I was only doing my job. You wanted to make money too, that's why you signed.
- You deceived us. I want my money. And I know how to get it. Nobody expects you to go back to the branch. It's closed now. I'll defuse the bomb and we'll both go inside. You'll access the system and transfer the rest of the money to me.
- It's useless. By now they'll have cancelled my access code. And there's an army of cops behind us. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything we did to you.
- You're sorry? Now that you're as fucked as I am, right? How does it feel when someone takes everything away from you? Your family, your money, your job. Now you know how it feels, don't you?
- You were going to kill me anyway, whether I got you the money or not.
- If I got up every morning these past two years, it was just to get revenge on all of you.
*
original title·····El desconocido (The Stranger)
language·········Spanish
- There is a bomb under your seat. You armed it the second you sat down. The device is connected to a pressure plate. If you get out of your seat, the bomb will detonate. There is a secondary trigger, a remote switch that I am holding as we speak. If you try to call the police, if you try to get help. I will detonate. I'm watching you. If you go somewhere I don't like, I will detonate. Do you understand everything I have said to you?
- Yes. What do you want? Look, I have my children in the car. Let me get them out and you and I can...
- No. Remember the first rule. The pressure plates. Wouldn't want to change the pressure. Keep it nice and heavy. You do exactly what I say, when I say it, maybe you'll get out of this in one piece. And so will they. Drive.
- We've jammed cell signal for five blocks. You should be honored. They haven't interrupted the telephone service in Berlin since 1945. So, three colleagues from your company die in one day, but not you.
- I didn't do this. I didn't set off those bombs.
- But why would someone do this to you?
- Money. Maybe he's an angry client.
- All Nanite Capital accounts have been frozen. So, how does he plan to access this money?
- The account's based in Dubai. It's outside your jurisdiction. You're all here focused on me. And he is still out there. He's the one that did this to me. You don't believe me.
- You go into custody. We'll walk through every possibility. You have my word on that.
- No. He set me up and you all bought it.
- Right now, we're trying to get you out of this car. That is my only objective.
- You have your objective, and I have mine. If you can't find him, I will.
- Surprise. I told you, Matt. You're not as smart as you think.
- Jesus Christ.
- Well, not quite water into wine, but I did just manage to turn a few bodies into 208 million euros. Misdirection is at the heart of all great magic tricks. I just needed a little distraction. You know, that last blast had a little more kick than I expected. But with all that money. I’ll just get myself a new face.
- You did this all for money?
- Survival. Prison's no place for a man with my taste. This was all inevitable. Don't take it personally. You know the business we're in, Matt. It's kill or be killed. Your words. Don't go thinking you're different than me.
- You're the murderer, not me.
- You really think so? The bombs, the money. It all points to you. You know what was the easiest thing? Setting up the bombs. You know there's a bomb making service on the dark web? If you pay them a premium, they'll even install it in the car. ···You really do think you're different, don't you? At least I accept who I am. You just lie to yourself every day. You just let it eat away at you until your own family doesn't recognize you.
- There's one thing you didn't think of. What a man will do when he's got nothing to lose.
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Directed by Nimród Antal (Vacancy 2007, Predators 2010)
- I ain't going back over. This wars** not been run to my liking. Too much fucking marching about. Not enough grub. I'd give anything for a good stew and a bellyful of beer. You...
- Easy, friend! I am not your enemy, sir! There are no sides here, friend. Let's stop acting like a bunch of cunts. And we shall forge an alliance at the alehouse I passed earlier. What say you?
- Say, I see nothing but shit and thistles all about. Where's this alehouse, exactly?
- Across the field and beyond. You'll eat first, though. I have fire, a pot, and something in it I was working at before I heard that business at the lane. If nothing else, it'll fill your stomachs.
- A merry band, are we not? Formed merely by the alchemy of circumstance. We would not otherwise associate.
"This place holds a great treasure. I am certain of it. I merely require a keener eye to pinpoint the particular location. And as much as I detest you personally, I acknowledge that your gifts are stronger in certain areas. But you are now my divining rod. You are my prisoner. Now, you will find the treasure in this field and they will dig it up and I will claim it"**
- Get down, you fool. I have come back to rescue you, you great dunderhead.
- No, friend, it is I who will rescue you. Look. An angel, mounting guard over the field's treasure.
- Come, friend. I will protect you from yourself as best I can.
- And, after that, I shall pray for more legs and arms, to greater appreciate the many natural intrigues and wonders that play out below us. Maybe I shall pen a book on the subject. What say you to this for a title? A Field In England, or The Myriad Particulars of the Common Weevil.
- He's injured. He lies some 70 odd yards or so yonder. You may still catch your quarry single handed. There, now you're a soldier.
**
Follows the story of a group of soldiers deserting from English Civil War and captured by an alchemist who forces them into a hunt for a buried treasure. [baffling but brilliant occult classic]
[The plot revolves around a young seamstress who lives a life of isolation after being shunned by her local community. She finds solace within the walls of her late mother's house and keeps herself busy making dresses, constructing a model town, penning letters, and picking up new hobbies. This seemingly idyllic life is brutally shattered when the gray aliens invade her house and the entire town, as she tries to escape, will force her to confront her past and the reasons for her solo existence]*
"30, 35 year old male, no ID, no medical history. He was found on the riverbank. He's got burns covering over 40% of his body. The hands and face are the most severe. Ten years ago, pain from the burns would have been intolerable. This man would have spent the rest of his life screaming. Now we use the Rangeberitz Technique. Quite simply, we sever the nerves within the spino thalamic tract, which, as you know, transmits neural impulses of pain and vibratory sense to the brain. No longer receiving impulses of pain. As in many radical procedures, there are serious side effects to this operation. When the body ceases to feel, when so much sensory input is lost, the mind grows hungry. Starved of its regular diet of input, it takes the only remaining stimulation it has, the emotions, and amplifies them, giving rise to alienation and loneliness. Uncontrolled rage is not uncommon. Now surges of adrenaline flow unchecked through the body and brain, giving him augmented strength"
"Oh, God. What have I become? What have I become? What am I? What am I? Some kind of a circus freak? Is that it? Some kind of freak? I'll give you a show! I'll give you a goddamn show! I'll show you who's a freak! Oh, God. Oh, Jesus, God. Oh, keep a lid on it! I'm a scientist. That's it. Think objectively. Analyze. Analyze. Wait. Wait. That's it. Control the rage. Just take it easy, boy. I'm a scientist. I'm a scientist"
- You truly are one ugly son of a bitch. I destroy to build something better. Whereas you, you're a man who destroys for revenge. A troubled conscience? A little blood on your hands from what you consider justice? You let me die, and you become as bad as me. Worse. You can't. I know you too well. Dropping me is not really an option for you. It's not something you could live with.
- I'm learning to live with a lot of things. A funny thing happened. As I worked on the mask, I found the man inside was changing. He became wrong. A monster. I could live with it now. I'm everyone. And no one. Everywhere. Nowhere. Call me. Darkman.
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Directed and written by Sam Raimi (The Evil Dead 1981, Evil Dead II: Dead by Dawn 1987, Evil Dead III: Army of Darkness 1992, Spider-Man 2002, Spider-Man 2 2004, Spider-Man 3 2007, Drag Me to Hell 2009, Oz the Great and Powerful 2013)
- I abhor violence. Especially when it doesn't make me money. Life in the city isn't cheap. Death is. When every young punk is packin' iron, death is cheap. What does that tell you? It tells you that I've been away too long. But now I'm back. We used to own the gun trade in this city. Now we're being undercut by every nickel and dimer. Well, we are going back into the arms business. We are going to eliminate the competition by providing a better product. New guns for the new era. ···Well, there aren't many scientists with your vision, your technical expertise. You were working on something before your untimely arrest. A man portable, air cooled, semi automatic particle beam weapon.
- Power is going to be a problem. That weapon requires a lot of energy.
- We may have found the solution to that. Mr. Druganov recently joined our organization after an unusually varied career in the KGB. His connections have afforded us access to some exceptional relics of the Cold War. Plutonium carbide energy cells, courtesy of space program of former Soviet Union. Each device is miniature nuclear reactor capable of generating 450 gigawatts. They were designed to be used in spy satellites. Launched over capitalist countries, but nobody's launching anymore so he gets these for us wholesale. How long might it take you to adapt these to your weapon?
- End of the week okay?
- They buried a box full of ashes, but Dr. Peyton Westlake didn't die in that fire, did he?
- Most of him died.
- Not many people rise from the dead. You're news. Durant's news. I'm a reporter.
- That's all this is for you, just another story.
- It's the truth, it's what I do. What is it for you, revenge?
- Revenge? That man destroyed my life! He took my face, my hands! He took my life! I want to see Durant dead. He tortured and murdered David Brinkman. He will kill again, and he will keep on killing until someone stops him. And that someone is going to be me.
- Westlake, my sources tell me there's been shipments of plutonium brought into the city. Last week, Alfred Hathaway, a weapons genius, was broken out of a looney bin. If he's working with Durant, this could be huge. If I expose Durant on the air, his plans are finished.
- No! That'll only drive Durant underground. The way to stop him is from the inside.
"Vengeance has many casualties. The guilty and the innocent. My salvation was buried with those who would rescue me from revenge. And so, I continue to face the darkness alone"
- The truth is it was no dream! The operation was a great success. I reconnected your thalamic nerve, all right. Reconnected it to this. He want the money you stole. But since we can't have it, I'll take you in trade.
- No! Not my work! I'll kill you! What do you want from me?
- I want your strength. No ID, no face, no prints. You were the perfect subject until you disappeared from the hospital. By using your adrenal samples, I can synthesise a black market drug that'll make steroids look like rat piss.
- You're creating more of me?
- Oh, no. Better than you.
- Hold it right there, Doc!
- A gun? Tough guy like you? I thought you'd want to do this man to man.
- Since when were you considered a man? Freak! I suppose you're looking for this? The only sample. Just enough for your ugly face. But I don't think you'll be needing that any longer, Doc.
- I have an idea. We'll get rich with this. The first thing we have to do is arm ourselves well. We need to be careful. From now on, we just go out for the bare essentials. The dissidents are not very smart. That's our advantage. We have to take advantage of the fact that everyone's very busy fighting or trying to escape and they still don't know what's going on.
- And what's going on?
- Not a clue. We're facing a crisis, and there's only one thing we can do.
- Help them?
- No. Charge them. 30 a head. 50 if we clean the place up and get rid of the bodies. Discounts for old people and children. Foreigners and anyone with relatives abroad pay double. It's like Preparation for Defense, only this time, the bad guys are not the Yankees, but a real enemy, and they're here, among us. As far as we know, there's no stopping these people. They want to eat. Just like in the Special Period, but they don't eat just cats.
- ···What are they? Dissidents? Possessed people? Vampires?
- They're living dead.
"Hello, Juan of the Dead, we kill your loved ones. How can I help you?"
*
original title·····Juan de los Muertos
language·········Spanish
- We can't leave him on the loose. Homicide picked him up and held him in custody. The fact they released him proves nothing. He may still be a suspect.
- I doubt it. He set himself up a terrific alibi. It comes in two parts, each one entirely separate. He carried out the contract: to kill the target without a trace. He's a lone wolf.
- He's a wounded wolf, now there will be a trail. He must be disposed of quickly. The police won't find a culprit, so they'll stay on his trail. Despite that alibi of his, he's still their number one suspect. We'll be on his trail, too. Don't let slip through your fingers again.
- I got paid off with a bullet. I don't want them to try again, so I have to find them first.
- They hired you, didn't they?
- Through an intermediary. You didn't identify me for one of two reasons. Either you enjoyed playing with the police or you were told not to recognize me. Under arrest, I became an indirect threat to whoever ordered the killing.
"He found the bug, so he'll be more on his guards than ever. Stick to him like glue as soon as he leaves home. He knows the metro like the back of his hand. You'll be in the metro, with 50 men and 20 auxiliaries. You'll all wear one of these transmitters. When you see him, switch it to this position. When you lose contact, this position. If you pick up contact again, switch it back, and so on. I'll stay here as liaison between the vehicles and the metro unit. We'll shadow him step by step. And so no slip ups this time"
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english translation····The Samurai
language················French
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