"For centuries, the Church has used the same ritual in exorcisms. But the devil's not a fool. He's learned. He won't fall twice for the same trick. That's human. What has the Vatican done? Perfect the ritual? Plan a strategy through time? No. They send us into battle, but they leave us alone. Sometimes, I think the devil's in the Vatican's own ranks."
........................................................ As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me.
For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature.
For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.
For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do-this I keep on doing.
Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. Romans 7:17
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"No, the evil ones will not inherit the kingdom of God. They will inherit the earth."
"My immediate concern was to investigate the package thoroughly. I wondered if it could be a diamond eye of an ancient idol or maybe a Spanish treasure map. There was one way of finding out. But after I did, I didn't know anymore than when I started. Three pieces of parchment with some strange symbols And a disk of carved Jade. I still didn't know what I'd inherited from Mr. berrien, but it had all the earmarks of something stamped 'dynamite... handle with care.' I had to hang on to it long enough to find out what it said. Yet if I hung too long, somebody... Anna Luz or Jefferson or maybe the government... was bound to snatch it away. And the only solution seemed to be a roll of infrared film. And a couple of positive copies. It wasn't the brightest scheme in the world, but it was the best thing I could think of at the moment. 217 words in the manuscript. I carved off each symbol with a razor blade. And listed them in their correct position in what I called a master list. Then I put a fake number beside the real one. So that only I'd able to tell where they really belonged. Maybe somebody could put them in their right order again, but without the master list, it would take a genius with a lot of time on his hands. One set I put in my shoe for safekeeping. And the other in an envelope. I stuck the master list in with some writing paper in the desk drawer. Acting on the old Edgar Allan Poe theory, that the safest hiding place was the most obvious"
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- Two days alone with that manuscript, and I could lead you to...
- To what?
- Why should I tell you?
- I might cut you in on it.
- Half?
- First, I'd want to know what half is.
- Well, back in 1562, the Spaniards put a torch to every native manuscript they could lay their hands on. All, that is, except four codices. Now, these are writings in which Spanish letters are used to express native symbols. Now, three of them have been found. This is the burying place of the zapotecan kings and priests. It was a city in itself. And inhabited right up to the time of the conquistadors. And here's the church the Spaniards built when they arrived. Right on the ruins of a zapotecan temple.
- Well, what happened to the zapotecs?
- Nobody knows. But because of these previous wars, they had built long tunnels underground. Then when they were defeated this last time, they took to these tunnels, sealing themselves up in a mass sacrifice, leaving everything behind them: Their lives, their temples, their gods, their treasures. Well, this fourth codex is the book of the tiger priests. A dozen pages listing the hiding places of the treasure the Spaniards never found.
- How many pages?
- Twelve.
- You ought to know. For 400 years, nobody ever heard of them until some fool in Cuba wrote the museum in oaxaca. Saying that he'd come across a strange parchment and a piece of carved Jade. Which might interest them. But while the museum was fooling around trying to make up its mind, Mr. berrien got wind of it, and so did I, but too late. The Cuban was sorry, but he'd already sold it for $5,000. That cinched it for me because I knew right then that there was only one manuscript. That berrien would give that much money for. So I took out after him, followed him aboard the cinco de Mayo ship, and the rest you know.
- I'm looking for cold spots.
- What?
- It's some kind of collected energy.
- Collected energy?
- Yes. Ghosts.
- Here's an article about how to find them. You take two wire hangers...
- Is that what you're doing?
- What do you mean?
- Chasing ghosts?
- Yes.
- How's the idea for the campaign going?
- Look, I've tried to focus. But I can't come up with anything.
- Did you really try?
- What the hell do you mean?
- It seems like you're spending most of your time dreaming about ghosts.
- I'm not dreaming about any ghosts.
- Something's wrong with this house. I want to find out what it is.
- Don't be silly.
- I'm not silly.
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"Listen to this.
'November 16th: My research into the origins of the previous house owners has not yielded any results, but the manifestations I've seen over the last few days have me convinced beyond a doubt.'
'November 17th: I know I'm not alone. Something is here. Something evil.'
'November 18th: My visitors are on their way. I can hear them coming.' "
Original title·····Besökarna
Language············Swedish
"They've maimed our village, and robbed us of our dignity. And you people are still afraid? What's the point of living like vermin? How many generations must suffer like you people? Aren't you ashamed to say that you'll run away with your children? They didn't hit us for vandalizing. They hit us because we held our heads high. Will you live your entire lives crouched? Anyone who believes they can, walk away from here right now. Nobody's holding you back. We've looked up now, and held our heads high. We can never go back to crouching. So now... we shall fight. Did everybody hear me? Police or military, we will fight them all**."
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Original title·····கர்ணன்
Language··············Tamil
"I will give a reward to those who will join the battle from here! For every ordinary soldier's head, you get 10 mon. For ranking officer's head, you get 10 kan. For Nobukatsu's head you get 5,000 kan! Spread the word to all the genin! To assemble at once at the battlefield! Show them the shinobi techniques you acquired through many years of training! Now is the time to get big money!"**
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- I will save you... I promise I'll save you!
- Mumon-dono...
- Don't speak!
- Your name... Tell me... your real name.
- I don't know. When I was very young... I was bought and came to Iga. I didn't know what my name was. I don't have such a thing as a given name.
- You poor thing. You poor poor thing
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"The blood of the Tribe of Savage Beasts will completely seep through the entire country. From our children, and then to our grandchildren and to their children's children and so forth. There will be shinobi in their blood for sure. The blood of those inhuman people. who live only for their desires, and care not for the feelings of others will be flowing through every corner of the whole world"
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Original title·····忍びの国 (Shinobi no Kuni)
Language········Japanese
Based on the novel Shinobi no Kuni by Ryō Wada, **focusing on fictional events that take place surrounding the Tenshō Iga War during the Sengoku period.
"A traitor, is it? It's an easy word to use. A man can't be true to himself without being a traitor to something."
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- Northern Ireland is occupied territory. Exploited, unhappy. And as long as that state of affairs continues, you'll always have trouble.
- That's your excuse, is it, for a gang of IRA hooligans who try to terrorize us by setting off bombs in half the cities of England?
- It's not an excuse, it's an explanation.
- Hmm! And I suppose you wouldn't object if Englishmen started chucking bombs about all over Ireland?
- There's a difference between using soldiers in uniform to keep the peace and gunmen to break it.
- The peace, is it? It's hard for an Irishman to see anything peaceful in a rifle that's pointing the wrong way.
- There's never been an English rifle pointing at a law-abiding citizen.
- And how can any self-respecting Irishman be law-abiding when he can't abide the laws you make?
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"I just don't believe we get any nearer to the freedom of Ireland by leaving a handful of bombs around in Tube stations and lavatories. Maybe if I'd stayed over in Ireland, I'd still see it as a crusade. But travel broadens the mind."
- That's a true word. The cost of food is so high, you can't afford to live. And it costs so much to get buried decently you can't afford to die either. We'll have to starve ourselves to death to save up enough to get buried with.
"There's lots of cars on the road like yours. They all get to look the same. They perform about the same."
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- Say, you must have somethin' real special here. Gee, mister, I'll bet it's pretty quick.
- You want to find out?
- Well, ordinarily I'd jump at the uh... opportunity, but I'm just not in the habit of seeing the '55 Chevy work against a two-bit piece of junk.
- Let's make it 50$.
- Make it three yards (300$) motherfucker and we'll have an automobile race.
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"That you're not Myles at all? That you're Duncan Ely. And you're in love with her. In love with your own daughter."
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- Myles. I'm worried.
- Why?
- Because.
- Well, there's a good solid reason.
- They spent all that money in my shop buying ridiculous things.
- Who?
- Roxanne and her friends and Duncan. You know he comes in every other day? Why? What's the reason?
- He likes you. Is that so frightening?
- Yes. All these questions about you. About me, about Abby. He's studying us like little white mice in a maze.
- I don't wanna go there anymore. And I don't want you to go there either.
- Why? Would you just explain to me why?
- They're too damn friendly.
- Quiet, don't shout.
- There's some things I can't say without shouting, do you mind?
- Look, they like us. They like you.
- Of course they do. But it's all too sudden.
- Baby, what is it, what's the matter? You know, I mean, really?
- I'm scared.
- That's ridiculous.
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"People should be born at 70. And live their lives backward."
"I'm just spitballing here. The next time you send out a distress call, maybe mention there's a fucking monster in here with you."
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- What the fuck? Looks like they found something in the ice. Fuck the money, let's get out of here. .. Are you done playing detective, No, stop touching stuff!
[Rec.]The expedition to recover subject N's body from the glacier was a success. But the human trials have proved devastating. The foreign blood acts like a parasite and attacks the human DNA. A theory has arisen among some of the scientists that this specimen is the biblical species from the book of Enoch. And if so, maybe we should have left it in the ice. Maybe..[Rec.]
- Let me sum it up for you. Man plays God, and ends up creating the fucking Devil.
- Do you remember in Sunday school when they used to teach us about fallen angels and Noah's ark?
- I think I missed that day.
- The fallen angels raped the daughters of men, and they created this species of monster, called the Nephilim, that would wage war on mankind. Mankind had lost the battle, and they were on the verge of extinction when Noah built the Ark. God sends a flood, and he cleansed the world of the abomination.
- I definitely went to a different Sunday school.
- It's just supposed to be a story, but...
- So, what, these guys found an alien in the ice, and they're trying to breed us with him?
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"The strange, almost unbelievable story of Robert Scott Carey began on a very ordinary summer day. I know this story better than anyone, because I am Robert 'Scott' Carey."
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- Sure of what, Doctor? What is it? Relax, Doctor. You can't tell me anything I haven't imagined.
- You are getting smaller. I don't profess to understand it, Mr. Carey. There's no medical precedent for what's happening to you. I simply know that you're getting smaller. The X-rays prove it beyond any doubt. I'm going to send you to the California Medical Research Institute. If there is an explanation for your phenomenon, why, they'll find it.
"Then began a series of intensive tests. I drank a barium solution and stood behind a fluoroscope screen. They gave me radioactive iodine, and an examination with a Geiger counter. I had electrodes fastened to my head. Water restriction tests. Protein bond tests. Eye tests. Blood cultures. X- rays and more X-rays. Tests. Endless tests. And then one day in the third week, the final examination. A paper chromatography test."
- Now, don't be despondent, Mr. Carey. At least we've found out what is happening to you, gradual loss of nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus. This test may tell us why.
- I hope so.
- I think the strip should be dry by now. We should find phospholipid, amino acids, cholesterol, creatinine and protein. These are the elements most commonly found on this strip. Wait a minute. This one doesn't belong. It certainly doesn't belong. Our analysis shows that it's a rearrangement of the molecular structure of the cells in your body.
- You mean like a cancer?
- No. No, more like an anti-cancer, causing a diminution of all the organs proportionately.
- Then you know what's causing me to get smaller.
- We think we do, Mr. Carey. Now, I want you to tell me something. Have you ever been accidentally exposed to any kind of germ spray? In particular, an insecticide? A great deal of insecticide?
- Insecticide?
- Exactly. Has there ever been a time when you were so exposed?
- Yes, about two months ago. I was on my way to the store through a back alley. As I was walking a truck turned in. It was spraying trees. Do you think that's what's causing me to...
- No, that was only the beginning. You see, something happened to that insecticide after it was in your system. Something fantastic and unprecedented. Something which, in layman's terms, so affected the insecticide that from a mildly virulent germ spray, it created deadly chemical reversal of the growth process. Have you been exposed to any type of radioactivity in the past six months?
- Oh, no. Of course not. I don't come in contact with anything like that. wait a minute! That day I was on the Charlie's boat. Well, yes, I remember, but... The mist. That MIST.
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"I was continuing to shrink. To become what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close, the infinitesimal and the infinite. But, suddenly I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet, like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe. Worlds beyond number. God's silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man's own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends is man's conception, not nature's. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away, and in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God there is no zero. I still exist."
"We're going to see things no one has ever seen before. Not just something under a microscope. Think about it."
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- Before he could breathe a word. He's the only scientist who knows the answer to what we're after. That's why we have to operate. And why we need you.
- Me? I can't even put a Band-Aid on my finger.
- You'll be joining the others.
- What can I do? Except maybe pass out.
- We need you for security purposes, Mr. Grant.
- At an operation?
- They know they failed to kill Benes.
- Security thinks they'll try again, first chance they get.
- We're afraid of sabotage. Surgical assassination.
- I don't mean to be inquisitive, but this CMDF.
- Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.
- Say that again?
- We can reduce anything down to any size we want. People, ships, tanks, planes.
- General, I've heard some wild ones, but this takes it.
- We can shrink an army with all its equipment. Put it in a bottle cap. That's why we call it Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.
- If the other side of it gets a hold of a thing like that!
- They have. But we both have the same problem. Lack of control. They can only miniaturize things for exactly 60 minutes. After that everything starts growing back to its original size.
- I assume Benes knows how to control it.
- That's right. He wanted us to have the secret, not them.
- That's why they tried to kill him.
- They'll probably try again.
- No wonder you want me to stand by during the operation.
- And take a little trip with him.
- Trip? Where to?
- Well, the only way we can reach that clot is from inside the brain.
- So, we've decided to put a surgical team and crew into a submarine, reduce it way down in size, and inject it into an artery.
- You mean I'm going along?
- As part of the crew, yes.
- Wait a minute. But I don't want to be miniaturized!
"The medieval philosophers were right. Man is the center of the universe. We stand in the middle of infinity, between outer and inner space. And there's no limit to either."
"What the hell are these things? Fat cells? What the hell is going on out there? Mission control command, Do you read me?I think I blacked out. Am I inside Bugs or what? I can't hear you. I hope to hell you can hear me. I'm gonna proceed with the mission as planned. Phase one: Optic Nerve Interface. Deploying optic remote. Optic sensor armed and ready. Firing optic sensor. Come on, where the hell's the picture? Come on! Who the hell is that? Where's the lab technicians? Where's the lab? Did Bugs just stand up? What's going on here? This can't be. I'm in a man! I'm in a strange man! I'll be a son of a bitch, I'm in a strange man surrounded by strangers in a strange room! How the hell can I be inside a man? I studied up on rabbits."
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- I gotta talk to this guy. [Approaching middle ear] Hello? Hello, can you hear me? Repeat. Repeat. Respond if you can hear me.
- Who, me?
- It works. I can hear you! Would you talk to me, please? Who are you? What's your name?
[Stranger] What?
- Are you talking to me?
[Stranger]No.
- I'm not out there. I'm in here.
- Did you hear that?
[Stranger]Hear what?
- You didn't hear that then?
[Stranger]No, I'm sorry I didn't hear anything. Are you feeling all right?
- Would I be in a doctor's office if I was feeling all right?
- Look, pal, we have to talk.
- No, we don't.
[Stranger]Don't what?
- Don't have to talk.
- Yes, we do.
- We do?
[Stranger]Do what?
- Have to talk.
[Stranger]Not unless you want to.
- I'm in here inside you! Inside your body!
- Oh, God! Somebody help me. I'm possessed!
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"You know what's weird? You are seeing parts of my body. that I will never get to see. The gastric mucosa, Intestinal villi, Pulmonary alveoli. Faraway places with. strange-sounding names."
"Joy and despair. An Endless Cycle. You laugh, then cry. You look up, then down. The longer you live, that cycle gradually becomes shorter, until it all bleeds together. When that happens, what on earth will become of me?"
"If a living creature loses what it keeps secret, maybe it can't go on living. Once we finish confessing all our secrets or rather if we confessed all our secrets would we die, I wonder?.. take care of your secrets. Keep as many as you can."
"Don't lie about your own feelings. Once you do that, you'll end up telling even bigger lies."
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