- Well, then her disappearance could, conceivably, have something to do with this pagan god. This is just going to be off the top of my head. All right. You discover a prehistoric skull. Is it conceivable that it could have been the skull of a giant snake?
- It's possible.
- Okay, and before it's been properly identified, it disappears. And on the same site, you uncover a mosaic of a giant snake dating from the Roman occupation?
- Well, there could be a connection, if that's what you're driving at. The Romans often assimilated ethnic religions into their own. The skull could well have been venerated as a sacred object.
- It seems to me that there's some kind of conflict going on here. And if you are right, and it's also the site of a convent, then it's a conflict between Christianity and some early pagan cult, possibly even involving human sacrifice.
"I am immortal, and I have seen the same souls inhabit different beings throughout history. I've seen you before. Many centuries ago. In the time of my lover, the great Emperor Carausius. On your knees, blindly worshipping your false god. Fancy praying to a god who was nailed to a wooden cross. Who locked up his brides in a convent. Did they really enjoy themselves? Poor little virgins masturbating in the dark. And then in penance for their sins, indulging in flagellation till their bodies wept tears of blood. Captive virgins? In the hands of an impotent god. Dionin will have none of that, as you should have learned when your order attempted to build a convent over my sacred temple. Dionin, who dwelt in peace in the Garden of Eden. Dionin, who gave us the gift of knowledge. Dionin, who suffered the wrath of the false god. Dionin, who was driven from Eden by the false god. Dionin, who was trodden underfoot by the Son of Man. Dionin, who returned to the darkness. Dionin, whose kingdom is darkness. Dionin, who makes safe our darkness. Dionin, who is darkness. Dionin the immortal, accept this, our sacrifice"
- Hello? Yeah. It did work up to a point. And it's not who we were expecting either. Is she all right?
- Yes, I extracted the poison before it could do any harm. But it's evident her mother was less fortunate, for when the venom attacks the nervous system, the victim appears to be afflicted by a form of vampirism. Now, if we're going to combat this thing, I'm going to need a little time for research. You going to be all right up there on your own?
- Yes, I'll be perfectly all right, thank you. You carry on with your research by all means. I've got a few theories of my own I'd like to put into practice. Well, look, I think I probably have another reptile loose on the premises. Don't keep asking if I'm going to be all right. Of course I'm bloody well going to be all right. The police are on their way, if that's any comfort.
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Based on Bram Stoker's 1911 novel The Lair of the White Worm (read)
- Tom Harris. A lifer. A loan to us from MI6. Total chameleon. He's one of my go to low vis guys. And he's running with a former Afghan translator that we flew in to assist.
- Are the Iranians their only problem?
- Afghanistan right now is like Cold War Berlin. Talibs, Paks, Indians, Russians, Chinese, and then you got ISISK too backwards for even Al Qaeda. Any of them catch my guy will sell him to the highest bidder. ···The Brits' flight out leaves in 30 hours. Extraction point is an old CIA base in Kandahar province using a C-130. Less than a minute on the ground.
- How far from Kandahar are they?
- About 400 miles. But the distance is not the main issue. It's what's in between.
- I know when I'm being lied to. I came here to find my wife's sister. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. She was missing. I'm not leaving Herat until I find her.
- Well, you're not gonna find her if you're fucking dead. You won't make it on your own, Mo.
- Then tell me what's truly going on. This is my life in your hands.
- I burned their house down in Iran.
- The nuclear reactor? Why can't CIA agents just come and pick us up?
- We're cutouts in an even bigger game. But what it means is no one is coming to rescue us. Okay? So we just got to get to Kandahar, and then we'll regroup, Okay? And then I'll help you find your wife's sister. I'm sorry, Mo. I should have told you the truth earlier.
- Do you really think we can make it to Kandahar?
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Directed by Ric Roman Waugh (Shot Caller 2017, Greenland 2020)
- What's the matter? Has the thought of money grown suddenly distasteful? Look, you knew what you were in for right from the beginning.
- I didn't know the people involved then.
- Don't tell me you like them. Unless, of course, Eleanor? Well, well, well. I take it she has accepted you as her brother. Makes things a bit awkward for you, doesn't it? Still, mustn't grumble. I mean, that was the object of the exercise. You go on drawing 100 quid a week and living the life of Riley. And everybody's happy. Well, you must admit I briefed you pretty well. It should be plain sailing from now on. I think you'd better go now. And watch it with Eleanor. After all, she is supposed to be your sister.
- But, how did it happen?
- I hardly know myself. I pushed open the door, and before I could see anything properly before I knew what's happening this thing appeared. Someone was wearing a mask. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. If it wasn't for this arm, I'd think I'd dreamt the whole thing.
- You might have been killed. Shouldn't we tell the police.
- No. Not yet, anyway. I'd rather wait to see what happens next. Has this sort of thing ever happened to you before?
- I've heard the organ playing before and the boy singing. No one ever seemed to hear it but me. I'd begun to think it was all in my mind.
- Eleanor, that singing, whose voice was it?
- I don't know... but it sounded just like you, before you went away.
- If the real Tony Ashby turned up what then?
- That couldn't happen.
- But if it did? We'd both be found out, wouldn't we? That's why I've come to warn you. I assume you've been dipping into the family estate.
- That's none of your business.
- I know it's not. But you've got about 12 hours to cover up.
- Wait a minute, what have you found out?
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Directed by Freddie Francis (Hammer [F] III: The Evil of Frankenstein 1964, Hammer [D] IV: Dracula Has Risen from the Grave 1968, Tales from the Crypt 1972)
- My graduation thesis is on "Mysterious Disappearances" Because I always feel it has a kind of deja vu feeling.
- That's why you want to visit me?
- I want to write new content that no one has seen. There are many people like you. But a lot of people are not serious and don't believe me at all. Miss Hayama I hope you'll tell me about January 8, 2004. You went to another world...**
- You only stayed at Kisaragi station for one night. In reality, seven years have passed
- This kind of thing is simply unbelievable. I was hospitalized for a while The doctor said I'm fine physically and mentally I was able to go home Later, I took the route several times. The train at 11:40pm.
- To save her?
- Yes. But how much I try, I can't reach Kisaragi station. Naturally If it was that easy, I could go to that world. I didn't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of people passed by. If it wasn't the kid, I would have walked into that light first. Maybe she would be the one rescued. It's all my fault for telling her to go first.
- Miss Hayama. Before you board the 11:40pm train. What did you do... in detail?
":::::The lines are all the same:::::It seems the memory has been reset:::::That sound:::::It's coming:::::"
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original title·····きさらぎ駅
language·········Japanese
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Based on a Japanese urban legend Kisaragi station (watch)
"...Beware the 14th if you value your life. This town is a cursed. Now it started 20 years ago. It was the night of the Valentine's Day dance at the Union Hall the biggest event of the year. It had been a tradition for over 100 years. Everybody was there, except for seven miners who were out at the Henniger Mine, five of them still down below. Two supervisors were waiting for the men to come up. Anxious to get to the party, they left before the men were safely out failing to check the methane gas levels in the tunnels down below. The five men were buried alive as the town continued its party. For six weeks, we dug around the clock to try to save them. After we broke through, one man was found alive. Harry Warden spent the next year in the state mental hospital. Exactly one year later, on Valentine's Day, he came back to town. He killed the two supervisors who had left their posts the year before. Then he cut out their hearts and stuffed them into heart shaped candy boxes. That night at the dance we found the boxes, blood dripping out the sides. Inside was a note a warning from him never to hold a Valentine's dance ever again. Every February 14, Harry Warden comes back to town, his pickax stained with blood, waiting in the shadows of the Henniger Mine just for someone to kill should they not heed his warning"
"Chief, listen to me. You have to go to the mine. We were having a party and Harry Warden started killing everybody! Harry Warden is at the mine. There's a bunch of kids trapped down below. Axel and TJ are trying to get them out"
- They said that Harry Warden died five years ago.
"There's something wrong in this house. Since we arrived, something bad is constantly occurring. Why do I always feel there's something in this house other than my family? Ghosts and spirits, ghouls. Or someone's soul. I don't know. But I cannot talk to anyone about it. If I mention this to mother, she will be obstinate about vacating this house. If brother finds out, he will arrange for venerations and prayers. I am scared that something bad is going to happen in this house"
- It's just so bizarre. I still can't believe it, How can this happen?
- Now we both are entrapped in this. I don't know how this is happening. I am stuck in this on my own. I don't know what to do.
- What do you mean? Just vacate that house. What are you thinking? What are you still waiting for? Get out now.
- I cannot vacate that house. My house is the only place where the programme telecasts. If I vacate that house, I will never get to know what's going on in that programme. And if something bad is going to happen I won't be able to save my family from it.
- There's a family in Delhi. They watch a T.V. programme, which is a replica of themselves. I completely get it now. Do you believe in the paranormal? I mean, is there a possibility that lost souls, ghosts could exist?
- Well.. One can't clearly say that they don't exist.
- Tell me one thing, which is the most complicated machine in the world? It's the human body. There's nothing more complicated than the human body. I mean, if we say that a lost soul has entered something complicated like the human body everyone will agree to it. But it has entered a machine like the television. No one is ready to believe that. The wandering souls need a medium to contact the real world. So, why not the television? Get one thing straight. Humans are not the only ones who change. Souls do too.
- Let us assume that the ghosts and souls can contact us through television. But the question is why are they trying to contact us?
- They have a motive. There's a goal they want to achieve. Something that's left unfinished. And they want to return to this world to finish it. If anyone can achieve their goal their souls will find solace. And the programme won't be telecast anymore. You can say, the house where it's telecasted must be related to that place.
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original title·····யாவரும் நலம் (Yavarum Nalam) / All are fine
language·········[Hindi version]
- What's really interesting is this. Dermatic perforations at a 35 mm distance of Arteria carotis communis.
- Really? Could you run that by me one more time, in plain language?
- Two holes right into his main artery. That alone would be the cause of death. In my whole medical career, I've never seen anything like this.
- Where are the pills?
- What pills? Who are you? Who the hell are you, and what the hell is going on? Explain!
- On the Eastern front in 44, we took refuge in a cabin. But we couldn't hide from what we found there. That was my last night as a human being. As a soldier I had killed many times before. But that night I killed and drank blood for the first time. And the only one who left the cabin with me was of the same kind as l. When the Third Reich fell, and the German army surrendered I headed back to Sweden, with what I claimed to be my daughter. We started a new life here.
- You're joking, right? You want me to believe that you're a vampire?
- I've tried to find a treatment for this curse. Being a vampire has many drawbacks. But now I've changed my research. Instead of trying to destroy my vampire genes, I've started to improve them.
- You're trying to cross humans with vampires?
- You see. You really understand me. How are you doing? You look a little pale. Need anything? A cup of blood, maybe? You will feel the symptoms soon. Your immune system won't know what hit it. Surprisingly enough, the virus is in fact a rhabdovirus. Similar to rabies, but a lot more aggressive. The virus is doing things to your DNA that you could never imagine. Just the discovery of its effects on blood cells would give me a Nobel Prize in medicine! But sod the Medicine Prize! When I'm done, our kind will rule over all of you, like the cattle you are!
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original title·····Frostbiten
language·········Swedish
- Sir, is it true you're defecting, because Washington abandoned your anti missile program? The one that's supposed to make nuclear defense obsolete. Does that mean that your plan is to hand over your secret work to a communist country?
- I have a statement, if you don't mind. Today, in my country, the United States, there are people in high places who do not want to see atomic war abolished. Now, because of that, a project that I was working on for six years was canceled by my government. That project is more important than the considerations of loyalty to any one country. As a result of that, I am offering my services to your University of Leipzig hopefully to work with Professor Gustav Lindt, a leading authority in my field. Together with we will produce a defensive weapon that will make all offensive nuclear weapons obsolete, and thereby abolish the terror of nuclear warfare.
- Well, Professor Armstrong, how does it feel to play the part of a dirty defector? I saw you on TV in town last night. You put on a good act. What possessed you to bring your girl on a job like this?
- I didn't. She followed me. That's the whole point. There are two of us involved in the escape now. I can't get her to go home.
- Does she know what you're really up to?
- No, of course not. She still thinks I'm a defector.
- That's good. Because if she did, and ever made any kind of a slip, these people can play it rough. Why can't you leave this intelligence work to us professionals?
- 'Cause you wouldn't know what to look for. The information I'm after is inside the head of a scientist at Leipzig University Professor Gustav Lindt. I've often wondered if you professionals know what you're looking for when you go in and steal secret papers.
- Anytime I've had to do a job like that, I just grabbed up the whole lot and let Control sort them out.
- What I'm after can't be got that way. It takes a scientist to pick a scientist's brain. ···He's got the key to a puzzle in his head. I have to get the key. I'm depending upon his curiosity. It's a pretty strong instinct among most people, but among scientists, it's a bloody obsession.
- There's a body in the windowseat! What happened to him? Men just don't get into windowseats and die.
- No, dear. He died first. The gentleman died because he drank some wine with poison in it. We put it in wine because it's less noticeable. Stop worrying about it. Teddy's down in the cellar now, digging the lock. That's what we did with the others.
- Others? When you say "others," do you mean "others"? More than one "others"?
- The cellar's crowded already.
- Crowded? With what?
- There are 12 graves down there now. That leaves very little room and we're going to need it.
- You mean, both of you have murdered 12..
- Murdered? Certainly not. It's one of our charities. Why, what we've been doing is a mercy.
- You've done all that right here in this house and buried them in the cellar?
- Darling, I love you so much, I can't go through with our marriage.
- Have you suddenly gone crazy?
- I don't think so, but it's only a matter of time. Darling, would you want to have children with three heads? You wouldn't want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell. I probably should have told you this before, but you see well, insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops. This goes back to the first Brewster who came over on the Mayflower. You know how in those days the Indians used to scalp the settlers? He used to scalp the Indians.
- Darling, that's ancient history. All this doesn't prove a thing. Look at your aunts. They're Brewsters, aren't they? They're the sweetest, sanest people I've ever known.
- Well, even they have their peculiarities.
- What of it? So your family's crazy. So you're crazy. That's the way I love you. I'm crazy too.
- Never seen anyone fight like that. You're a wonder.
- How'd you get the face?
- By trusting the wrong people. It's a tale as old as time itself. Gold is discovered and everyone is happy. And then greed shows its ugly face and ruins everything. We're a civilized society, a land of laws. If this bunch gets their way, why then, where would we be? There's an opportunity for you here. Help me fight for law and order.
- You come to kill a king with a mercenary horde, wearing a strange helmet, and yet you don't know where you're from. ···What can you tell us about this wizard? His fortress?
- Not much. I told you, I could take you to his castle. Beyond that, you're the ones intent on dying.
- You fear his magic.
- I don't fear much of anything. Besides, I don't believe in magic.
- What do you believe in?
- Steel. Gold. The evil in the hearts of all men. All men are evil. The darkness that resides in our souls. I've seen a jester slit the throat of his own king. Men made of ice steal from the poor, and women more cat than woman manipulate the just. And no one could stop them. Because evil is as unstoppable as the rain.
- That's why we fight for those that can't. A good man knows that the darkness will always be there, but stands against it anyway.
- He's not human. Holy shit! None of them are human! What is going on?
- An alien invasion.
- But what about us? The music, those images, they felt like..
- Memories. They felt like memories.
- That's impossible.
- You've come at last. I've put all three of you, through a lot. Clark. Bruce. Diana. Yes, those are your true names. And I know you well, for I've lived inside your minds for months now, helping create the illusions you've lived. These machines usurped my telepathic power, and used it to enslave you and countless others.
- I don't understand any of this. Where on earth are we?
- Not Earth, War World. An immensely ancient planet sized weapon that's powered by the hate and fear of its prisoners, I have been forced to create realities. part illusion, part technology, to wrench negative emotions from the poor souls trapped here. After months of searching, I found a back door in the system. I called to you the only way I could. It took a dozen lifetimes. He's coming! You must hide. Find the zeta chamber. Escape while you still can. ···A weapon of such horror must not be allowed to roam the multiverse causing endless death and destruction. Someday, it may fall into worse hands even than Mongul's.
- He set War World to self destruct. J'onn, you can't. They're all prisoners.
- So I thought when I arrived. But I have spent time in their minds. War World's algorithm simply gives them what they think they want, then leads them deeper into their hatred and terror.
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10th installment of the Tomorrowverse (Superman: Man of Tomorrow 2020, Batman: The Long Halloween I/II 2021)
Dokode ikitemo nagaremono
Douse sasurai hitorimino
Aasu ha dokoyara kaze ni kike
Kawaii anokono mune ni kike
Aa Tokyo nagaremono*
Nagare hatenai tabi ni dete
Itsuka wasureta Tokyo no
Naite kureruna yoru no ame
Otoko inochi wa akaku churu
Aa Tokyo nagaremono*
(No matter where I live, I'm a drifter. After all, I am a single wanderer. Ask the wind where he'll be tomorrow. Or the pretty girl on whose breast he rested his head. Aa, Tokyo drifter <|> Setting out, drifting on and on. Till all memories of Tokyo are gone. Don't cry for me, night rain. A man's life ends in bloody red. Aa, Tokyo drifter)
Kaze wa hitori de fuiteiru
Tsukimo hitori de tetteiru
Ore wa hitori de nagaremono
Asu no hakaba wa wakaranai
Aa Tokyo nagaremono*
Yume wa iranai hana naraba
Hana wa chiroshi, yume mo chiru
Douze chirunara, otokobana
Ore mo suteda ze kiriyueni
Aa Tokyo nagaremono*
(The wind blows on its own. The moon shines all by itself. And I'm a drifter who walks alone I know not where my grave will be. Aa, Tokyo drifter <|> If a flower gives up its dream. The flower withers and the dream dies. If I'm to die I'll die like a man. I threw away my love, for honor. Aa, Tokyo drifter)
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Main theme, Tokyo Nagaremono by Tetsuya Watari [Listen]
original title·····東京流れ者 (Tōkyō Nagaremono)
language·········Japanese
"Do you believe in evil, doctor? I do not mean evil as it is commonly understood. I mean the existence of evil as a living organism as a plague, a disease, which infects humanity like an epidemic slowly spreading until it affects the whole world. Evil is a disease which can be prevented or cured like many others. Now, you are looking at the very essence of evil itself. The isolated bacillus of the most deadly plague of all. But you see. You see with your own eyes. They all see. Yet nobody believes. You must believe me. I alone have looked into the face of evil. I alone possess the knowledge of how to combat this terrible force which I stand guilty of unleashing upon the world 3000 years ahead of its appointed time. Some people even say that I am mad. Everything is documented. I am a scientist, not a madman. Three years ago I had just returned from New Guinea where I'd been searching for the remains of primitive man. I brought back what I thought would be the most sensational scientific discovery of the century. The complete skeleton of a primitive man which would revolutionize our ideas of the origin of our species..."
- Listen to this in relation to what happened last night when I was cleaning the skeleton. It's about the primitive people of New Guinea today who believe that their ancestors were a race of giants who carried on a titanic war between good and evil when the world was created. "When the evil one shall be exposed, the Sky Father shall weep." "Weep" That means rain. Water. "Weep for the departure of Paradise from the Earth, and his tears" Water again, do you see? "His tears falling upon the evil one, will give him life." Now that is precisely what happened last night here in this room. "And so the battle between good and evil will continue on the Earth."
- Well, I really don't understand. It all seems rather difficult.
- Don't you see the parallel? In the normal course of erosion this skeleton will be exposed on the surface in approximately 3000 years. By which time the people of New Guinea should've developed a state of scientific knowledge equivalent to ours. And then the Sky Father will weep. Rain. Water. And last night I anticipated that process by 3000 years. Why, I am the White God. I alone hold this tremendous power of good and evil in my hands. If I can control this power, what opportunities are open for humanity? Why, with this knowledge I could wipe evil away from the world. It could be abolished forever. That's food for thought. Outwardly, the flesh looks quite human, but let us look further. Living blood cells. But not ordinary cells. Let's have a look at some of mine. Now, these ordinary, human blood cells are completely different, of course. Now let us see what happens when we mix the two. ···Since evil is a disease it could therefore be possible to immunize man by some form of inoculation. Now, theoretically if a minute quantity of evil serum were introduced into the bloodstream of an individual that individual should be proof against contamination by the evils of this world for the rest of his or her life. We must prepare a serum from the evil cells and put it to a practical test.
- Yes, I agree with you entirely. He's completely insane. The most amazing fantasies. They even involve you. He thinks you're his half brother.
- That's quite normal in these cases. I'm a sort of authority figure for them, so naturally, I appear in their fantasies. The poor fellow even believes that this patient is his daughter. How long has he been here?
- Oh, three years, I think. Yes, three years. The year I won the Richter Prize. Hopeless case, I'm afraid.
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Directed by Freddie Francis (Paranoiac 1963, Hammer [F] III: The Evil of Frankenstein 1964, Hammer [D] IV: Dracula Has Risen from the Grave 1968, Tales from the Crypt 1972)
"Armed raid on mill. Cashier killed in struggle. Wounded assailant still at large"
- That's Johnny McQueen, the man police looking for. Put him back where you fetched him. How did he get here? Did any of the neighbors see? Did you realized who he is that's the chief of the Irish nationalist organization. The police are out in hundreds looking for him.
- It's what he is now that I'm thinking about .
- And I'm thinking of the decent man he killed! I've no pity for those fellers, shooting police in the dark. murdering innocent men.
- But he's dying. He's not long for this world.
- Call the police then they will call for a doctor and take this fella to hospital.
- Not giving a dying man peace seems harsh.
- It's sense.
- Sense is cruel sometimes.
- He says Johnny's wounded, maybe dying. I want to hear his confession and do what I can to comfort his soul.
- And afterwards?
- I'll try to persuade him give himself up. What do you want me to do, child? Take him back to the boys so that he can kill more people and defy the authorities?
- So that I can take him away from all of them and be with him. You will never hear of him again, I give you my word. I've done it before.
- This is different. He's killed a man and he must pay the penalty.
- Rather than that, I'd take his life myself.
- Child you mustn't say such things.
- Why, Father? The law would do it for revenge. I only do it out of pity.
- Have you thought what would happen to you?
- I shall go with him. If he's arrested, I'll have to live while he's on trial, while he's being executed. And afterwards for all the years of my life.
- When people are in deep trouble, they often say to me they'll kill themselves and they mean it at the time. But when everything seems lost, God gives them the courage to win.
- It's not for myself that I'm afraid. I'm afraid for him if he should die alone. When men were against him, I protected him. If I go with him, perhaps I can protect him again.
- Listen, Kathleen. This life is nothing but a trial for the life to come. You're being tested now and if you want real happiness for Johnny and yourself, you'll face your ordeal and win your own heaven.
- You're wise, Father. I want to listen to you but I can't. I can't take it in. I only know that what I feel is stronger than my religion, stronger than myself.
- Your Highness, I know it's hard to believe. I can't see in the light, but I can see somewhat in the dark, sir.
- Why did you claim you can't see when you can?
- People don't want a blind man to see things, sir.
- If it was merely malaria, why was he bleeding from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth? Why did his face turn black? This poison is from the royal clinic. His symptoms were similar to those that arise from using this! Someone must've used this to poison the Crown Prince to death!**
- I saw a man jump out the window and run from His Highness' chambers. He cut himself on a hinge as he jumped out, sir.
- Lock all the gates and find the man with an injured leg.
- For a blind man, you run around well like a rat. Pretending you can't see or hear. Just staying quiet as an acupuncturist. Why get involved in something like this? Who ordered you to do this? Speak! .. Like a blind man should, close your eyes to survive. No one poisoned anyone. The Crown Prince died of malaria**.
- Sir... But I saw it. His Majesty ordered the royal physician to poison the Crown Prince. The Premier has the evidence. Now, the King wants to kill the Prince too. How could a father kill his own son?
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original title·····올빼미 (olppaemi)
language·········Korean
"The village has become a graveyard! An evil power has taken over the village. Remove the eight direction seal. Occult is being conducted in the village. If we don't take action now, these deaths will turn into a pandemic and annihilate the entire village. If the edicts were so great then why were there four deaths after sealing the eight paths? There is a process involved in these deaths. When you realize that, your belief will change"
- Instigation of the beast occult! A science that was used hundreds of years ago for ethnic cleansing. If Bhairava has used a science so cryptic from Atharvana Veda, he is out to uproot the village. To execute the experiment written in the book it should be from a place where there's no wind. A place where the incantation cannot be heard. A place where no light can enter! Beast comportment occult is highly vicious. The smallest mistake can be fatal. That is why every minute move that is planned and recorded in the form of a picture or a potion. This is the original book of the edicts! Unless we find Bhairava's whereabouts, we can't stop the carnage that's ensuing.
- So, Bhairava used the edicts to take revenge on the village. He made a counterfeit edict and made the villagers believe it. He caused the eight side blockade and closed the village down. Swami, look what I've found. The Bhairava we are looking for and Kumar, the first victim of this experiment are the same person.
- This isn't death. This is self immolation. To kill oneself willingly and transfer the soul into a chosen being and accomplish the task through them. But How did Bhairava's soul even enter the village?
- Bhairava pretended to be in love with Sudha and made her cross the blockade. After killing himself before Sudha at the railway station, he entered her body. He passed through the eight way seal and entered the village.
- From that moment on, the beast occult started taking effect. Bhairava's soul then sets foot in the village, finds the first witness of death, enters their body through their eyes and then forces them to kill themselves. To kill the entire village in one go is the final stage of the beast occult.
- So, burning Nandini alive was not the solution for protecting the village. It was a part of the experiment to kill the entire village. It means someone in the village co operated with Bhairava.
- Not just co operated, They, in fact, command him. Bhairava became a spirit after his self immolation. A spirit has its own energy. Whoever is controlling this energy is right inside the village. He is the one who is actually enforcing the beast occult on the village. The process that begins with self sacrifice will end in the same way. We must find the person employing it and kill him before he kills himself. ···This is a tantra that is beyond my power. But I can stall Bhairava's spirit for a while. Find him in the meantime, Surya! It was your eye that saw the predicament of this village. It was your eye that looked for reasons and found the root cause. You are the Virupaksha who can save Rudravanam!
- What the village did to save their lives was not wrong! It was your father, Venkatachalapathy, who was at fault.
- Don't talk about my father when you know nothing about him. Even though my mom was bedridden with paralysis, he became a father. Even after the doctors categorically said she won't recover, my father kept trying all the medicines that were available in nature. My father didn't believe in the medicine that gave no hope for my mom's mobility. He believed in the Veda that could make her move. Through Atharvana Veda, he learned how to control his powers and became an expert in it. He mastered all the occult sciences that were detailed there and invented a miracle. There's an experiment in the tantric science of Atharvana Veda that can command power. After a person dies, there is life in the organs for a few hours. If we can send the spirit into the body before that life dies, the lifeless corpse will resurrect. The eyes are the most important of all organs. Using the eyes as a medium, if the life force in you can be transferred to the body that just died, the body will come back to life, just like you. Suspecting that he was using the corpse for black magic, the villagers dragged both of them out, tied them to a tree, and burnt them alive. When I woke up, both my parents had turned into ashes right under the tree. I grew up among the lunatics who killed my parents. I never saw an ounce of remorse in them. I learned the tantric skills my father invented and used them to destroy the village. We started our plan by changing the book of edicts which the village believes in. My house, which was revered like a temple for helping my mother survive was turned into a grave by this village. That's why I am turning this village into a graveyard!
- Your dad's experiment was not aimed at killing but at saving lives. If you don't understand it yourself, how would the village understand? Back then, they made a mistake out of ignorance. Now you're intentionally making an even bigger mistake. Most of them didn't even know your parents. Why should they die?
- They must! Why are they all here now? To kill me so that they will live. Don't you see? They haven't changed at all. Back then, they all came together and killed two people. Now I'm going to kill the entire village!
- I stand between the village and you. Kill me first!
- You have nothing to do with this village or my vengeance. Go away from here.
- You can't kill me. And that's because you love me.
- It was you who fell in love. Not me.
- That's a lie. This talisman that you gave me is proof of the love that you didn't respond to. Your dad tried to keep your mother alive by using this.
- Even if there is love in my heart, I would rather die in vengeance than survive for your love. With my self immolation, this village will go down in the fire!
- Stop this! This village gave me eight hours because I wanted to save you. I won't let them die. Forgive me....
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original title·····విరూపాక్ష
language·········Telugu
- You can't do this! Father did not want him in the house!
- I don't have to be reminded about father's attitude, and I think it's rude of you to bring it up in front of Pin. Father's dead. What do you think would happen to Pin if I didn't bring him home? He'd probably be locked in some closet or killed. He's family more than any stupid aunt and I want him here.
- Aunt's gonna have a fit when she sees him.
- She won't see him. I'll put him in the attic. I'll keep the door locked.
- I have a problem with it! I don't want it sitting at the table. And I don't want it wearing father's clothes. And..
- You shut up! He's the best friend you've ever had! And for you to treat him the way you just did! The way you have since he came here is goddamn cruel! I want you to go downstairs right now and apologize to him.
- No! I am not going to apologize to any stupid dummy!
- He needs psychiatric help. He really believes that that thing is a person. Doesn't he realize he's using ventriloquism?
- He's not hurting anyone. He can just go on living here and writing his poetry.
- His poetry is sick. He's talking about raping his sister.
- It's just a poem.
- Is it?
- Do you think I don't know what's going on here? I've read every psychiatric text in the library. Leon is a paranoid schizophrenic. No one is ever gonna cure him of that. But he's my brother, and I love him. And I will not see him put away in an institution.
- Are you part of the organization? Are you connected with the CIA?
- We're ComTeg. We're not the CIA. We're a private intelligence agency. We just pick up and deliver. We know nothin'. We're hired to protect the goods, you're good to somebody. Think of us that way and you'll stay alive and be a lot happier.
- Hansen sold out. Killed one of our most important clients. Your client, by the way. And shot up our top man. So what have you got for us now?
- San Francisco airport this morning. It'll be in the papers by now. They didn't quite match the massacre at Tokyo airport, but they gave it a nice try. Yuen Chung, the clear target of a rather substantive assassin group, defended himself with his usual skill.
- Chung. I thought somebody had taken care of him.
- Just a question of time. But it's not in the national interest that it should happen either today or tomorrow. It's central that it doesn't happen under any circumstances in the United States. What happens to him Friday, after he's gone is no longer our concern. We're not sure who tried to kill him this time, except it's something off the Far East circuit. We've had word that godfather of the ninja assassins Negato Toku may be in the country. But he's never been outside Japan. If he is here, it's either for compelling personal reasons, or he's being paid a lot of yen. The point is, we do know that Yuen Chung is here. We've got to keep him alive until he connects with a ship. We don't want Yuen Chung killed in the United States. Right now we can't afford the publicity.
- You still haven't given us a reason why we should take this on.
- We've had word that after the chop suey at the airport this morning the Japanese assassin group have been augmented by a backup team. An American expert. George Hansen.
- We just took the job.
- I want a first rate team on the job before dark.
- Some things you don't talk away. You don't push away. My country grows many like Toku.
- I'll just shoot the guy.
- Please don't. If I don't survive, I'm not the man that's needed.
- I never heard so much bullshit in my whole life. How are you gonna save your people, standin' toe to toe with this motherfucker? We didn't go through all of this to watch you get killed. I'm gonna shoot him.
- No. Please. Many times man's decision betray their confusion. One must develop clear roads to follow.
- What are those outfits anyway? Goofy lookin' things.
- What have I done? I'm giving the world an opportunity of studying and viewing the Cellini Venus.
- Which is not by Cellini. Don't you know you can't fake sculpture anymore? It's not like painting. Papa. One quick whiff of something called potassium argon and they can tell the age of the stone, where it was quarried, when it was cut and the name and address of the man who did it.
- Why do you suppose I haven't sold it? I was offered $1,000,000. But I won't sell it. I don't even charge rent. So, why should they test it? My darling, what you must understand is that I am pleased and proud that our Cellini Venus is a forgery. If it were genuine, what would it be? A piece of sculpture made centuries ago by some over sexed Italian. But our Cellini Venus is really our own. So, be proud of it. Your own grandfather made it, and your own grandmother posed for it. For months she stood without moving a muscle while your grandfather perpetuated her in marble.
- A burglar? What? Here in this house? Good Lord.
- It was pitch dark and there he was. Tall, blue eyes, slim, quite good looking in a brutal, mean way. Papa, a terrible man. Arrogant, ruthless, no sense of guilt or shame or anything.
- So you discussed all that, did you?
- That was later, when I was driving him home. I had to, Papa, I shot him in the arm with your old pistol but it was an accident, I kept him back with the pistol and I was telephoning the police when I saw what he was stealing one of your fake paintings. And I didn't know what to do. I was afraid if he was arrested it might mean publicity. So I let him go. I did the right thing, didn't I?
- Of course. A police investigation, that might have been very awkward. This tall, good looking ruffian with blue eyes he didn't molest you in any way, did he?
- Not much.
- I find I have need of someone with your talents and experience. You interested in a big time caper?
- A what? You mean a burglary. What's the score, baby? What's the job? I'm in.
- The Kléber Lafayette Museum. The Cellini Venus.
- Your Cellini Venus? You want to steal it? Why? Is it a publicity stunt?
- Lord, no! Well, it's not mine exactly. It's sort of in the family. Anyway, that should be no concern of yours. It's worth $1,000,000!
- I know. There are also 1,000,000 policemen prowling around it. That's about a dollar a policeman. I don't like the rate of exchange. Are you really serious? You've seen the way your statue is protected. The Electric Eye, the guards. ···Why not wait until you get it back home and steal it then? No muss, no fuss, a nice, clean inside job. I'll be delighted to offer my services. Why are we breaking into a heavily guarded museum to steal a precious statue which belongs to you?
- This is not a prank or a whim. It's something I must do because I must do it. ···I'd like to remind you, ours is a business relationship.
- I am aware of that. I'm also aware of the social gulf between us. You are an aristocrat, and I am a humble burglar.
