- Do you think he knew about the properties of these leaves before he sent them? Maybe he wasn't just using the leaves as packing material. Maybe there was nothing missing from the crate. Maybe the leaves were the shipment.
- The hormones listed in this analysis of the leaf, they're all produced by the human hypothalamus. Of course, it's a much more concentrated form here, and one milligram of this material is equal to more than 100 milligrams of the hormone produced by the hypothalamus.
- Wait, wait. Remember when the Lieutenant said something about the human hypothalamus? Do you think this is somehow connected to museum guards' murder?
- Well, if it is, whoever killed him really needs the hormones on that leaf.
- Somebody want to tell me what in God's name that was?
- I think it's the Kothoga. In those crates that Whitney sent back, the artifact was packed in a leaf specimen that carried a parasitic fungus. The fungus was loaded with hormones that are produced in the thalamoid region of the human brain. I know this is crazy, but maybe this animal started out as something else, a chameleon, a lizard, maybe even a dog. It ate those leaves, and it changed into whatever it is now. Into what we just saw. It's the Callisto Effect, this theory argues that sometimes there are sudden evolutionary changes that create a grotesque and short lived aberrant species. The Kothoga myth was based on fact. People of the Zenzera tribe, when they were threatened by an enemy, they must have fed some of those hormonal leaves to some animal, and it caused a riot in its DNA, and it was transformed into some horrific beast, but the beast needed those hormones to stay alive. So when it was big enough and deadly enough, they stopped feeding it.
- So it would have to find some other way to get the hormone.
- Their enemies. When the enemies were dead, it had no more hormones, it would eventually die and the tribe would come out from hiding.
- Well, we don't have time to wait for eventually. So, here's my question. How the fuck do we kill that thing?
- There's no exact match here. 4%. 2%. Hemidactylus turcicus 45% Well, whatever this thing was, it ate those leaves and is rapidly evolving into something reptilian. Wait it can't be. 33% homo sapien.
- Are you telling me that thing's part human?
- No, I'm saying more than that. According to this data, that thing started out as a human.
*
Directed by Peter Hyams (2010: The Year We Make Contact 1984, Timecop 1994, Sudden Death 1995, End of Days 1999)
- Can someone tell me what I'm doing here? I got nothing to do with this war.*
- This war involves us all. You too, Dampyr. Something attacked us last night. Killed my men. Something not of this world. I want to know what. And one of my soldiers told me that you know. What exactly are you?
- Me? I'm a Dampyr*. A vampire hunter. But you really wanna know what I am? I'm full of shit.* Vampires don't exist, you fucking fool.
- Take a good fucking look. I don't know who or what did this, but the same could happen to you tonight.
- You defended me before, soldier*. And you Dampyr*, you could have killed me, but I'm still alive. I owe you. I don't hate you. I hate my master Gorka, Lord of the Night. It's because of him I am what I am.
- Lord of the what?
- For a Dampyr*, you don't know much, do you? Unlike us ordinary vampires, Lords of the Night don't fear the sunlight. Only Lords of the Night have power to give life to other vampires and to generate those like you.
- What do you mean, like me?
- If a Lord of the Night mates with a non vampire woman, she will give birth to a Dampyr*. Your father obviously hid the truth from you to protect you. The Lords of the Night kill those like you at birth. You're way too dangerous. And now, from the moment you killed one of his slaves, Gorka knows you exist. He'll do anything to exterminate you. He's got your friend. I can help you find him. Only a Dampyr can kill the Lord of the Night.
- Our son has made his choice. He has become the Dampyr.*
- But he didn't agree to follow you. Nor to become your ally. He might try to kill you.
- Perhaps. Or perhaps he will heed the call of his blood. My blood. For this is only the beginning. The beginning of my war.
*
Set during the balkan (yugoslav) wars in 1990s. The plot revolves around Harlan Draka, a con artist who wanders through the war torn countryside, making money by pretending to be a Dampyr, ridding superstitious villagers of imaginary monsters. But after being hired by soldiers who are under attack by actual vampires, he discovers that he's a actual Dampyr.
- What the fuck did you boys do? Did you kill it? God damn it. This thing dies, we're all in a world of shit. The longer you keep that thing, the more dangerous things get. You all need to get that thing back where you found it. I left this shit in the rear view a long time ago. It's been 15 years. Pissing on these things ain't gonna bring back our friend. You gotta trust me on this one.
- Trust you? Last time we did that, you made us look like apeshit. You told everybody we made everything up? The whole town thought we gone retard!
- I thought it would be better. I thought if people knew the truth...
- It's awake. That's good, right? Wyatt, I think it knows you, man. What's it doing?!
- It's sending a signal. Hold it down. Get something to cut the fucking thing. That's it. Cut it. It was trying to call the others.
- How'd you know about the implant? That clicker went off the second it saw you. What the fuck is going on, man? They let us catch it, didn't they? There's no way in Hades we could have caught that thing the way that we did. They just dropped that fucker off and sent him right to us. I'm sorry, Wyatt. I'm such a fucking idiot. They knew our dumb asses would bring it to you.
- What happens if we kill it?
- You know what happens when an animal kills a human? We kill that thing and they put us down. They put us all down.
- We kill one.. They declare war on the human race?
- Wouldn't be no war. If they want us gone from this planet, we are gone. The show is over, end of the human race. It'd be a goddamned massacre.
- Why'd they come back?
- They let the others go after the second night. They tested us all, you know. But one of my friend and l made it past the first round. He got sick real fast. But it didn't take with me. So they kept doing more and more. They kept fucking with me. They altered me. Till one morning I woke up, naked couple of counties away. They'd sent me back with some sort of tracking device in my body. But I knew it was there because I could hear it clicking away. So I cut it out and went into hiding. I guess they want me back.
*
Directed by Eduardo Sánchez (The Blair Witch Project 1999, Exists 2014)
"Something's happening to me. I'm seeing things, crazy things. It started with an art exercise, and teacher asked us to dig deep into a memory, into our subconscious. So I did and I drew this door. Tonight, I was painting and I fell asleep. And when I woke up, this lantern appeared. It was like a dream, but it wasn't a dream. And then I walked. I feel like I'm getting closer to something. Or something's getting closer to me. There's something important about this painting. I have to find out"
- So Dalton and I could travel to some other dimension where we were haunted by ghosts and goblins.
- More like entities, like the one in those photos that haunted you. And your father, he saw them too. Back then, he told your mom. She didn't understand. She didn't know how to help him.
- Help him like you helped us? By suppressing our memories?
- We all thought it was for the best. You included. But you got foggy. The suppression, it slowed you down. And your mom and I, we didn't know what to do. And I was too scared to tell you the truth.
- Dalton was right. He said my mom had secrets, that she was hiding something from us. I just never thought you did too. For ten years you have kept this away from me. Just why? Why?
- Because you tried to kill our family. You chased us around the house with a goddamn baseball bat!*
- You need to get rid of that thing. Burn it, forget about it.
- No, no, forgetting it doesn't work. We need to remember.
*
Direct sequel to Chapter 2. Final chapter of the Lambert family saga.
"I could give ya a headline, but they'd never print it. An ambulance picks up New Yorkers and they're never seen or heard from again. A vehicle of mercy that's really a murder machine"
- That ambulance again. Too bad you can't make out the license number.
- Well, it was taken by an old man with an old camera.
- Who was the old man? Another missing person?
- How did you know that?
- Everyone you meet disappears. Even the detective. Why are you calling him all the time?
- I was calling the detective to tell him that Cheryl, her roommate, and the nurse. Are all diabetic.
- So, what does that have to do with ambulances?
- Okay, anybody can buy a secondhand ambulance, spruce it up, put on a couple of white jackets, and cruise around New York City picking up what? Diabetics.
- You know what I'll say about you, Doctor? That you're a fucking nut.
- I'm not alone in my madness, though. I distribute patients to more than a dozen private research facilities all across the Eastern seaboard. This isn't a regular hospital. We can do things in here they can't do in any other hospital. We can cure diabetes. We take sections from the pancreas of a pig and then I put a membrane over it that I especially developed for that. We take that and we implant in into human body and you will never have to use insulin again. You see, experiments with laboratory animals are very often inconclusive, so sooner or later we have to turn to human subjects. And those who survive my implant surgery, they'll be sent out for further testing.
- Until they die, right? Well, what are you keepin' me alive for? I'm no diabetic.
- I know you're no diabetic, but you're my bargaining chip. The young man likes you. Maybe he can be convinced to tell the police that he made it all up. It was just one of his comic book ideas.
Q: You made Stan Lee a supporting character. He played himself in THE AMBULANCE, long before Marvel became a big thing. Did you know him?
A: At that time Stan was desperately trying to get some of these characters made into movies. He was not having any luck at all. It was very frustrating for him. He had this deal with a producer to do a movie of DOCTOR STRANGE and I was hired to write the script. I wrote the script for the movie, which never got made, but in the process I got friendly with Stan Lee. We started socializing and going out for dinner and going to each other's homes. Sometimes we would go out with Bob Kane, who is the creator of Batman. I had a great time with these guys. So when I was making THE AMBULANCE I said to Stan: I think I'm going to make this character a cartoonist who works for Marvel. I asked him to play himself. He was really anxious to do it. It was the only time Stan has had some real scenes to play in a movie and some real dialogue. In the Marvel pictures he's mostly a walk on or an extra. With me he had a real character to play, even if it was the part of Stan Lee. We maintained our friendship over the years. [The Flashback Files - Larry Cohen]
- Are you planning to do any work this morning?
- Eh, what's the use, Stan? Every female character I draw ends up looking like her.
- Yeah, I've noticed that. In fact, I think it's something we oughta talk about, Your drawings have been all looking pretty much alike. You know, when I gave you that Dr. Strong script to do, I thought you'd realize what an opportunity it was.
- I do, Stan.
- I know but I don't wanna see you blow it on account of a girl.
- Stan, have I ever let you down? Nights, weekends, whatever you needed. Look, I traded in my whole goddamn life for this comic strip.
- Look, you've gotta work out your own problems on your own time.
"There has been an incident. A series of them. Szeleste, Hungary. A nun shot herself on the steps of her church. Graz, Austria. A priest cut his throat open with a rosary during Christmas mass. Edolo, Italy. A novitiate threw herself out a window. Just a month ago, in Tarascon, France, another priest, murdered inside his church. Immolated. Notice a pattern? It's moving west across Europe. But its origins point to Romania. The demon lives. You are the only person alive who has dealt with something like this. The Church would like you to investigate."
- Who is this Frenchie guy?
- His name is Maurice. Back at Saint Carta, he was our guide. When I faced the demon, he came back for me. He saved my life. That's when it happened. It's how the demon escaped. That's how it's moving, doing these things.
- So, he's possessed.
- I've been speaking to the Vatican. They tell me the demon of Saint Carta has returned. This is a family crest of Saint Lucy of Syracuse. These victims must be her descendants. When Lucy was murdered by pagans, her family escaped. They were hunted. Scattered across the globe. All this time, they've been protecting a secret. A holy relic. The eyes of Saint Lucy.
- So, the demon is after the eyes? Why would it want that?
- It's a demon. I'm just a glorified librarian, I couldn't begin to guess. But, if we're sharing theories you might like to consider that this demon was once an angel. Rejected by God. Stripped of his holy power that God so casually gave to His saints. Demons are infinite. It was there with Saint Lucy and it's been hunting the bloodline ever since. This relic is an item of great power. In the hands of a demon, it would be unthinkable. But in your hands, it could be a weapon. Just as you used the blood of Christ at Saint Carta. This is the way you send that thing back to hell. We've been cataloguing these relics, chasing down rumors and so on, this one found its way to a monk. According to letters that he wrote to the Vatican, he buried the eyes somewhere within his monastery. Saint Mary's, Aix en Provence. It's about an hour from here. Irene. Whatever happens tonight, don't hesitate. We don't really know what this relic can do. The same goes for the demon. It will take any form, and it will choose its form to prey on your fears, and the fears of those around you. You must be prepared to stop it, at all costs.
- You're real. I mean, you're not. You're a real ghost. Look, this is too psychotic for me! I mean, I'm as up for a good nervous breakdown as anybody, really but this is too much. I mean, I get here yesterday, my marriage collapses then I save a ghost from being murdered by another ghost. Now, if you think about it, that makes no sense at all. Then I fly through the air, hit a tree, and the talking horse here, leads me to the most beautiful ghost I've ever seen.
- Last night, when you took Martin's sword in my stead you broke the cursed chain that has bound me for 200 years. I'll be in your debt for eternity, sir. Your love broke the chain, crossed the boundary. I could love you. If you loved me, the miracle could happen.
- You do love her, don't you? What's the problem, then?
- She's a ghost! She's dead. I'm alive.
- True love can move mountains.
- Yeah, but it can't bring the dead back to life.
- Oh, yes, it can. On Allhallow's Eve. When the spirit moves and the flesh is willing and the juices flow and the skelping is mighty. But it's dangerous. You mustn't go too far. A spirit may not tup with a human. He who tups with the spirit tups with the grave.
"Mr. Plunkett, single handedly the worst vacation that I've ever experienced in my life. However, I'll recommend Castle Plunkett as the most haunted castle in the Western Hemisphere. I hope that helps you with your business"
*
Written and directed by Neil Jordan (The Company of Wolves 1984, Interview with the Vampire 1994, The Good Thief 2002, Ondine 2009, Byzantium 2012)
- There's no sign of anyone. No sign of a sign of anyone not Colonel hart's rescue party, not the original party. There's nothing in the cave. There's no blood tracks, no rope, no bodies. We have missing soldiers, Captain, and no bodies. We need a supportable explanation. Now, your story, this Wendigo, is the stuff of campfires. My point is, Captain, we need facts, not myths. Boyd, if you altered your story now it wouldn't be perceived as retracting a lie only clarifying, a muddled recollection. The day that we spoke to you were out of your head with fever.
- I told you the facts, sir. I was coherent then, I'm coherent now, sir and I distinctly remember...
- Perhaps up there in the wilderness you got separated from your company. That's why I'm giving you this second opportunity. I advise that you change your story, Boyd. We've brought in an interim commanding officer until we can appoint a permanent replacement for Colonel Hart. Captain, this is Colonel Ives. Colonel, Captain Boyd. Now, what is the matter with you, Captain Boyd?
- It's him, sir. He's the one that killed them all, sir.
- I found your Private Reich out there or what was left of him. You didn't finish. You know, not that long ago, I couldn't do that. Could barely take a breath without coughing up blood. That, along with fierce headaches, depression, suicidal ambition. I was in pretty horrible shape. In fact I was on my way to a sanatorium to convalesce more likely to die when en route, this Indian scout told me a curious story. A man eats the flesh of another he steals his strength.He absorbs the other man's spirit. Well I just had to try. Consequently, I ate the scout first and, you know, he was absolutely right. I grew stronger. Later, through circumstance my wagon train grew lost in the Rockies. I ate five men in three months. I reached Denver that spring feeling happy. And healthy. And virile. Here I am, one year later feeling more alive than ever before. And that's what surprises me about you, Boyd. You've tasted it felt its power. Yet, you're resisting. Why?
- Because it's wrong.
- Ah! Morality the last bastion of a coward. You remember this? You smell it? Scent always jogs the memory, don't you think? You remember the energy the potency of someone else coursing through your veins someone brave. You know the disappointment as it dissipates the strength slipping from your grasp the growing, killing need to replenish. But I don't have to remind you of that. You're feeling it right now. It's lonely being a cannibal. Tough making friends. I like you, Boyd. We want to bring you into the fold. Manifest destiny. Westward expansion. You know, come April it'll all start again. Thousands of gold hungry Americans will travel over those mountains passing right through here. We won't kill indiscriminately. No selectively. Good God we don't want to break up families.
- People are not stupid. You'll get caught.
- Well, if it's just the two of us jolly old Hart and I. You see, that's why we need others. You, for one. You know, it's not courage to resist me, Boyd. It's courage to accept me. I mean, you're already one of us. Well almost. You hunger for it. You just won't resign yourself to it. It's not so difficult, really acquiescence. It's easy, actually. You just give in.
- Wendigo's an old Indian myth from the north. A man eats another's flesh. And he, steals his strength, essence, his spirit. And his hunger becomes craven insatiable. And the more he eats, the more he wants to. The more he eats, the stronger he becomes.
- I need to know how to stop it. How do you stop it?
- You don't! Wendigo eats. Must eat more, more never enough. He takes! Never gives. You stop wendigo you give yourself. You must die.
*
Set during the Mexican-American War, in an isolated U.S. military outpost in the Sierra Nevadas, Captain John Boyd and his company embark on a rescue mission which takes a dark turn when they are ambushed by a sadistic cannibal.
- The money's to get him a headstone to say he was killed by the fastest gun there is.
- That's not so. There's a faster gun than yours.
- Who carries it?
- You'll find out when you least expect it, in a place where you'd never expect it. No matter how fast you are, there's always somebody faster.
- Where'd you ever learn to handle a gun like that? You weren't always a storekeeper, were you, George? And I thought Vinnie was fast. If he was to draw on George here, he'd be dead before he could touch his gun. Gentlemen, I used to own a place in Dodge City, so I've seen all the top guns. Earp, Masterson, Wes Hardin I seen 'em all. But I never seen a faster gun than was fired here today.
- I'm leaving Cross Creek.
- But why?
- Why? A lot of these people here know why. They've seen it happen in other places. You know, before you know it, top guns from all over will be coming to Cross Creek to find out just how fast I am. You know, there's a certain certain kind of scum that'll go 100 miles out of their way for a good fight. This is a nice town and you don't want them here. The story of a fast gun gets around. The faster the gun, the faster the story travels.
- I heard a shot. What are you looking at so hard? The church? What's up?
- There's a top gun in that church, and I'm waiting for him to come out.
- Well, what if he don't come out? How long you figuring on waiting? Well, there's a posse dogging us. You ain't forgetting that posse?
- Like you said a while back, we got a two hour start.
- Oh, that was then. Now we ain't got near that much.
- Go to the feed store. Get kerosene. lots of it. Pour it on every building in town! You go to the church. Give them the message. If their fast gun isn't out in five minutes exactly five minutes. I'll burn their town down!
[The year 2078. A mining colony on planet Sirius 6B. For the last fifty years, the New Economic Block (N.E.B) Corporation has controlled mining operations throughout the known solar systems. Twenty years ago, on Sirius 6B, the N.E.B discovered the solution to the world's energy crisis, Berynium. But they soon learned that mining Berynium unleashed lethal doses of radiation and pollution. "The Alliance", a federation of mine workers and scientists, demanded the immediate end of mining operations. The N.E.B's response was to declare all out war. Five years into the war, Alliance scientists created and deployed Autonomous Mobile Swords (A.M.S), artificially intelligent self-replicating machines that hunt down and kill N.E.B soldiers on their own. Nicknamed "Screamers" after their signature high-pitched noise, Screamers are efficient at killing all living targets, so Alliance soldiers wear "tabs" which render them invisible to the machines..]
- It's a goddamn screamer. Doesn't need a signal to say whether we're dead or alive. It was tagging you. They're smarter now. That's how they get into our bunkers, they tag along. Once it gets inside, that's when the killin' starts. You have no idea of the hell you people opened up, do you? I heard 'em, hordes of them screaming into the bunker above us. I heard the soldiers screaming. And then it got very, very quiet. Nothing. Except the smell of death.
- What other type? I pulled this off the David, it said type three. I pulled this off the reptile, it said type one. Now, what other type?
- It's a type two. It's a wounded soldier, lies on the ground crying. It keeps saying the same thing over and over. There were only a few reported a month ago. And we haven't heard of 'em since. We thought you'd discontinued them.
- We've never even seen 'em. What are they supposed to look like?
- I didn't want to... Go back with you. I was afraid.
- I know. You were afraid of what you would do. Well, you're comin' up in the world. You've learned how to kill each other now.
- I learned something else, too. I learned to...
- Love
*
Directed by Christian Duguay (Scanners II: The New Order 1991, Scanners III: The Takeover 1992, The Art of War 2000)
- Baron, will you tell us about the Von Runberg curse?
- In the 12th century, my ancestor, Siegfried Von Runberg made a pact with the Devil in exchange for his services, as well as the soul of Siegfried Satan demanded that the eldest daughter of every generation of our family be in his service. That she would become a succubus.
- And what is a Succubus? A sort of a vampire, I suppose.
- No. A Succubus is a demon who takes female form to seduce men and lead them to perdition. Unfortunately all the girls in our family became Succubi. All my ancestors were the victims of a violent death.
- No use running away. You'll die just like the others. I killed them in the state of mortal sin. They will be damned victims of depravity.
- Why did you kill them?
- I am a Succubus...
- I'm not afraid of you. You have no power over men.
- Well, come then. Why don't you come out of the church?
- Why don't you come in to the church?
- You speak defiantly, because your body is protected. But admit your thoughts are troubled. Your nights will be long.
- I will spend the night in prayer. And seek repentance.
- For the moment, I am satisfied with your companions but later I will come back to possess you.
- Wait. May I propose a bargain?
- A bargain?
*
original title·····La plus longue nuit du diable (The devil's longest night)
- Like I said, a friend. I may be the last friend in your life. And this is... my job. Didn't I tell you that I've never missed my targets?
- Who are you people? What's going on?
- Your brother's the one who ordered us to bring you in. You father, Chairman Han is dying. Bad heart, I hear. He's the chairman of Seoul's biggest foundation, did you know? I bet you thought your father had a bit of money. If it stopped right here, you'd be the luckiest kid. That's too bad, right? He wouldn't have looked for you if it stopped right here. Your brother and your father are in a bit of a rush. If your father dies, your brother will lose the foundation to his half sister. When the chairman was in and out of consciousness, his wife got his will, seal and vocal confirmation. So, your brother has to keep him alive no matter what. That's why you're here, do you understand?
- I don't...
- The man you call your father has really bad heart. Your father and your brother, they need your heart. Your fate is to die. Think of it as clocking out slightly early.
"Friend! Cheer up. You're not dying today. Don't worry, just trust me. I've said it many times, I'm a professional. Why are all offspring of this family so fucked up? Is it the blood? Consider yourself lucky that you didn't get that blood. Don't make that face like it's a big revelation. I told you just a moment ago. You got nothing to do with these people. Sorry, friend. It was tough, but we got a happy ending"
*
original title·····귀공자 (gwigongja) / Nobleman
language··········English·Korean
[This, it was given me to know: That many worlds have been enslaved by the Beast and his army, the Slayers. And this, too, was given me to know: That the Beast would come to our world, the world of Krull and his Black Fortress would be seen in the land that the smoke of burning villages would darken the sky and the cries of the dying echo through deserted valleys. But one thing I cannot know: Whether the prophecy be true that a girl of ancient name shall become queen that she shall choose a king, and that together they shall rule our world and that their son shall rule the galaxy]
- The old one. You've come down from the Granite Mountains.
- Yes. I am needed now. There's no time now for grief.
- You haven't lost a father and a bride on the same day.
- Nor have I become king on that day. They will hold your bride in the Black Fortress. At each sunrise, the Black Fortress moves. Sometimes it is in the mountains, sometimes in the desert, sometimes in the sea. Never the same place twice. I know how to find the Fortress. You must have help.
- I'll find men on the way.
- In the Fortress, you will face more than the Slayers. You will face the Beast, who is their leader. No man has ever seen him and lived. You will need more than men and swords.
- You have chosen a paltry kingdom on an insignificant planet.
- And love.
- Love is fleeting. Power is eternal. Such is my power. It can be yours. Do not let my form frighten you. I can assume any form I wish. Any form you wish.
- There's no love in that form.
- And you think there's love in your boy king? He will betray you.
- He will not.
- Then he will die.
- It is you who are betrayed. Power is fleeting. Love is eternal.
- It's us he can't defeat. "I give fire to water. It will not return, except from the hand of the woman I choose as my wife"
- "I take fire from water. I give it only to the man whom I choose as my husband" Take the fire from my hand.
- He hasn't said anything for weeks. The shrink bozos think he's manic depressive and suicidal. The guy's already admitted to 14 killings, most of them children. We know he was in your town at the time, and the Lucia Flieder murder bears his handwriting.
- All other victims were boys.
- No, he only admitted to killing boys.···We've had the test results. The semen is definitely from him, no doubt. And he also cummed on Lucia's underwear. The problem is, he wasn't the only one.
- But how? She was only 12.
- Exactly. The item could have come into Engel's possession after the crime was committed. Engel is the classic lone perpetrator. Lucia never matched his victim profile. Maybe he had a partner. We think it might be someone from around your town.
- "A good man brings good things out of the good stored in him, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored in him." I have some evil stored which I'd like to pass on.
- Did you have an accomplice?
- The whole world is my accomplice. God is my accomplice. If God created the world, He also created me, and I'm clearly at the end of the food chain. How did evil enter the world? God himself created it. Why put this stupid apple in the Garden of Eden? He knew how it would end, He knows everything. Listen, God played us for suckers.
- You killed innocent children!
- Who says they were innocent? "The sons of Judah are Er, Onan, Shelah. But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the Lord's sight, so the Lord put him to death." I was never innocent. And neither were the kids who attacked me, tore out my hair, and forced me to have their dicks in my mouth.
- Enough of your childhood!
- How do you measure a childhood? Is there a scale of cruel fate?
- No one is tested beyond their abilities.
- Oh, the biggest test still awaits you. I will test you. Evil is a virus, highly contagious and destructive, you're already infected. What about the necklace? You know what I mean. It has a little crucifix pendant. Why has no one asked me about it?
- Last year, for my "Tour of Blood", I decided to avoid large venues and play small trendy clubs instead. Large cities had become too risky for me. Three days earlier, a mob had lynched a death metal fan thinking he was the Crucifix Killer. I came to your village. Such a backward Catholic place. I decided to steal one of your sons. Without showing myself, I took up my position on a lovely clearing. I started my hunt, got to know the territory. I found out where you lived. A perfect family, two kids, a dog, a garden. Of course I wanted to kill your son. For three days, I followed him, to his school, to his friends, the places they met in secret. Then my love grew too big, the desire flared up in me, I wanted to thrust into him. He brought Lucia along that evening. I was going to wait till she left, but then he showed her his dark world. The boy bent over a wounded lamb, stuck his hand into the wound. He took the blood and drank it. This boy was raw and wild and cruel. I loved him like he was my own flesh and blood. The boy was magnificent, I couldn't kill him. Lucia, the little slut, she started crying. She didn't understand our dark world.
- My son and you have nothing in common. Nothing!
- He'd brought a knife. He used it to free the lamb. She asked him to. They washed off the blood in the lake, naked. And then, as the saying goes, now they knew each other. The spectacle unfolding in front of me, the moon, the two children touching each other as they got dressed. Glorious.
- You killed her. My son left and you butchered her.
- No. It was typical, such a cliché. Your son's dick in her hand scared her. The little girl was frightened, she was only 12, it was understandable. She screamed for her Mommy, she was going to tell Mommy everything. When he rammed the butcher's knife into her he just wanted to shut her up, but then... He enjoyed it.
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original title·····Antikörper
language·········German
Written and directed by Christian Alvart (Pandorum 2009, Case 39 2009)
- [We generate a magnetic field stronger than the gravitational field on your Earth. This is the principle by which we move through space. We have adjusted the magnetic field to compensate for the normal loss of gravitational effect and atmospheric pressure. We operate in a very different time reference. You might say all this is happening between the ticks of your watch or the beats of your heart]
- And that's why we couldn't decipher your message till it was too late. Who are you? Where you from?
- [Because of your leadership in exploring the field of outer space, we felt you could best understand that we are the survivors of a disintegrated solar system. At this moment, the remainder of our fleet is circling your globe. They're awaiting a signal to tell them where to land. We want you to arrange for your world leaders to confer with us. We will show you how important it is to convince your leaders ...]
- With a weapon like that, why don't you just land and take over?
- [To do that would cause worldwide panic. Despite our power, the few of us would be busy indefinitely trying to suppress a large, hostile population. In the end, we would be masters of a wrecked and hungry planet]
- What makes you think you'll conquer us without a fight?
[People of Earth, attention. People of Earth, attention. This is a voice speaking to you from thousands of miles beyond your planet. Look to your sun for a warning. Following eruptions on your sun, there will be eight days and nights of meteorological convulsions...]
- They're arrogant enough, announcing their schedule in advance. They can move so fast and strike so hard, they ought to be able to sneak in and flatten us.
- They're coming down to take over, they made that clear to us in the saucer. They expect to terrify us with a display of power. They're contemptuous of our defenses. If I'm right, they'll sail into Washington in broad daylight and expect us to capitulate when they land.
[People of Earth, attention. People of Earth, attention. This is a voice speaking to you from thousands of miles beyond your planet. Look to your sun for a warning. Following eruptions on your sun, there will be eight days and nights of meteorological convulsions...]
- As we know, sunspots have a direct effect upon our weather. We can expect heavy storms, tidal waves, hurricanes. Beginning now and continuing for eight days. Just when we most need our communications and transport. We'll have to work under the worst possible conditions to prepare for an attack. What's the schedule, general?
- You're working on the installation of the interference units. Our plans for evacuating the city are already underway.
- Then it's been decided that we'll fight?
- When an armed and threatening power lands uninvited in our capital, we don't meet them with tea and cookies.
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