PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST [2006]

Captain Jack is Back

 Jack Sparrow: It is a drawing of a key.

Gentlemen, what do keys do?

Leech: Keys... unlock things?

Gibbs: And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable.

So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.

Jack Sparrow: No.

If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever we don't have that it unlocks.

So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have,

without first having found the key what unlocks it?

Gibbs: So, we're going after this key.

Jack Sparrow: You're not making any sense at all.

Bootstrap: I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack.

I stood up for you.

Everything went wrong after that.

They strapped me to a cannon.

I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me.

Unable to move, unable to die, Jack.

And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it.

I would trade anything for it.

Jack Sparrow: It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgement.

Bootstrap: You made a deal with him too, Jack.

He raised The Pearl from the depths for you.

13 years, you've been her captain.

You won't be able to talk yourself out of this.

The terms what applied to me apply to you as well.

One soul bound to crew 100 years upon his ship.

Jack Sparrow: The Flying Dutchman already has a captain...

Bootstrap: Then it's the locker for you!

Jones's terrible leviathan will find you and drag The Pearl back to the depths and you along with it.

 Elizabeth: You sent Will to get you the compass owned by Jack Sparrow.
It will do you no good.
Lord Beckett: Do explain.
Elizabeth: I have been to the Isal de Muerta.
I have seen the treasure myself.
There is something you need to know.
Lord Beckett: You think the compass leads only to the Isla de Muerta
and so you hope to save me from an evil fate.
But you mustn't worry.
I care not for cursed Aztec gold.
My desires are not so provincial.
There's more than one chest of value in these waters.

Ragetti: How'd you know it weren't Divine Providence what inspired you to be clever?
Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.
Pintel: It ain't stealing, it's salvaging.
And since when did you care?
Ragetti: Since we're not immortal no more.
We gotta take care of our immortal souls.
Pintel: You know you can't read.
Ragetti: It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.
Pintel: Pretending to read the Bible's a lie.

Will: Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?
Gibbs: Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones.
A fearsome creatures with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off
and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness.
The kraken.
Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the kraken
and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses.
If you believe such things.
Will: And the key will spare him that?
Gibbs: That's the very question Jacks wants answered.
Bad enough even to go visit... her.

You have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner.
~Tia Dalma

Tia Dalma: Your key go to a chest.
And it is what lay inside the chest you seek, don't it?
Gibbs: What is inside?
Pintel: Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature?
Ragetti: Nothing bad, I hope?
Tia Dalma: You know Davy Jones, yes?
A man of the sea.
A great sailor.
Until he run a foul of that which vex all men.
Will: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What indeed?
Gibbs: The sea?
Pintel: Sums?
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil?
Jack Sparrow: A woman.
Tia Dalma: A woman.
He fell in love.
Gibbs: No, no, no. I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.
Tia Dalma: Same story, different versions, and all are true.
It was a woman as changing and harsh and untamable as the sea.
Him never stopped loving her.
But the pain it cause him was too much to live with but not enough to cause him to die.
 Will: What exactly did he put into the chest?
Tia Dalma: Him heart.
Ragetti: Literally or figuratively?
Pintel: He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest. Could he?
Tia Dalma: It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings.
And so, him carve out him heart, lock it away in a chest and hide the chest from the world.
The key, he keep with him at all times.

Davy Jones cannot make port.
Cannot step on land but once every 10 years.
Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow, and so you will carry land with you.
~Tia Dalma

Do you fear death?
Do you fear that dark abyss?
All your deeds laid bare.
All your sins punished.
I can offer you an escape.
~Davy Jones

Wyvern: The dead man's chest.
Will: What do you know of this?
Wyvern: Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart...
No, no, no, don't stab the heart.
The Dutchman needs a living heart or there'll be no captain.
And if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key.
Will: So the captain has the key?
Where is the key?
Wyvern: Hidden.
Will: Where is the chest?
Wyvern: Hidden.

Jack Sparrow: My compass, is unique.
Norrington: Unique here having the meaning of broken.
Jack Sparrow: True enough, this compass does not point north.
Elizabeth: Where does it point?
Jack Sparrow: It points to the thing you want most in this world. 

Bootstrap: Get yourself to land and stay there.
It was always in my blood to die at sea.
It was not a fate I ever wanted for you.
Will: It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either.






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UNDERWORLD: EVOLUTION [2006]

My God. Brother, what have you done?

8 centuries ago, unknown to humanity,

a blood feud raged between a ruling class of vampires

and a rebellious legion of werewolves known as lycans.

Legend tells that the war began with 2 brothers, the immortal sons of Alexander Corvinus:

Markus, bitten by a bat, became the blood leader of the vampires.

William, bitten by the wolf, became the first and most powerful lycan.

 For 6 centuries I was a loyal soldier of the vampire clan.

But I was betrayed.

The war was not as it had seemed.

In one night, the lies that had united our kind had been exposed.

Kraven, our second-in-command, had formed a secret alliance with Lucian, ruler of the werewolf clan,

to overthrow Viktor, our leader.

But Kraven's lust for power and domination had failed.

Viktor was not the savior I had been led to believe.

He had betrayed us all.

Soon the hunt will be on for his killer.

I have but one ally left, Michael, the human descendant of Corvinus.

Neither vampire nor lycan, but a hybrid.

It's only a matter of time before we're found.

~Selene

Selene: You're not as strong as you might think.
Michael: What?
Selene: Michael, you're unique.
There's never been a hybrid before.
However ambivalent you feel about it, your powers could be limitless.
But you depend on blood.
You need to feed.
Without it, you'll be growing weaker by the second.
Use the time for that.
Michael: What if I don't?
What if I can't?
Selene: Normal food could be lethal.
If you don't anticipate your cravings, you will attack humans.
And believe me, you don't want that on your conscience.

 The truth is harder than the light to absorb.
~Tanis

Tanis: Some history are based on truth, and others on deception.
Viktor was not the first of our kind, as you were led to believe.
He was once human, the ruler of these lands.
Marcus... he's the one.
The source.
The first true vampire.
Selene: So the legend is true.
Tanis: Toward the end of his ruthless life, when the next breath meant more to Viktor than silver or gold,
Marcus came with an offer, a reprieve from sickness and death.
Immortality.
And in return, Viktor was to use his army-turned-immortal to help him.
Selene: To do what?
Tanis: To defeat the very first werewolves, a dangerous and infectious breed,
created by Marcus' own flesh and blood, his twin brother, William.
But these weren't the lycans we know.
Disgusting though your brethren may be, they at least are evolved.
No, these were raging monsters.
Never able to take human form again.
It was only later generations that learned to channel their rage.
And William's appetite for destruction and rampage was insatiable.
He had to be stopped.
And so once Viktor's army was turned, the legions of vampires under his control,
tracked down and destroyed the animals, then captured William and locked him away.
Viktor's prisoner for all time.
Selene: Why let him live?
Tanis: For the very same reason that Viktor never conspired against Marcus, fear.
He was warned that, should Marcus be killed,
all those his bloodline would follow him to the grave.
Selene: So in Viktor's mind, William's death would mean the end for all lycans, his slaves.
Tanis: Yes, a clever deception, but one Viktor was hardly willing to put to the test.
And so Marcus was protected at all costs.

Corvinus: You are no different from Marcus and even less noble than William.
At least he cannot control his savagery.
Selene: Anything I've done can be laid at your feet.
Hundreds of thousands have died because of your inability to accept that your sons are monsters,
that they create monsters.
You could've stopped all of this.

No matter what he's become, he's my son.
~Corvinus

Corvinus, cut his vein: Quickly now, before there is no more legacy left in my veins.
Selene: What will I become?
Corvinus: The future.

An unknown chapter lies ahead.
The lines that had divided the clans have now been blurred.
Chaos and infighting are inevitable.
All that is certain is that darkness is still ahead.
But for now, for the first time, I look into the light with new hope.
~Selene

 

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LOVE ACTUALLY [2003]

Love Actually Is All Around

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport.
General options makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mother and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers,
none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, 
they were all messages of love.
If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
~The Prime Minister

 Prime Minister: Hello, Natalie.
Natalie: Hello, David... I mean, sir...
Shit, I can't believe I've just said that.
And now I've gone and said 'shit'. Twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
Prime Minister: You could've said 'fuck' and we'd have been in real trouble.
Natalie: Thank you, sir.
I had a premonition I was gonna fuck up on my first day.
Oh, piss it! [embarassed]

I am Colin, God of Sex.
I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all.
~Colin

Billy: Christmas is a time for people with someone they love in their lives.
Michael: And that's not you?
Billy: That's not me, Michael.
When I was young and successful, I was greedy and foolish,
and now I'm left with no one, wrinkled and alone.

He said I was getting fat.
He said no one'd fancy a girl with thighs the size of 3 trunks.
Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.
~Natalie

Hiya, kids.
Here's an important message from your Uncle Bill... don't buy drugs.
Become a pop star and they give you them for free.
~Billy Mack

I love that word 'relationship'.
Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it?
I fear that this has become a bad relationship.
A relationship based on the President taking what he wants 
and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to... Britain.
We may be a small country but we're a great one, too.
The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, The Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter.
David Beckham's right foot, David Beckham's left foot come to that.
And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend.
And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger.
And the President should be prepared for that.
~The Prime Minister

[on the phone]
Prime Minister: I'm very busy and important, how can I help you?
Karen: Have you gone completely insane?
Prime Minister: You can't always be sensible.
Karen: 'You can if you're Prime Minister.'

The trouble with being The Prime Minister's sister is it puts your life into perspective.
What did my brother do today?
He stood up for his country.
What did I do?
I made a papier-mache-lobster head.
~Karen

Harry: What is this we're listening to?
Karen: Joni Mitchell.
Harry: I can't believe you still listen to Joni Mitchell.
Karen: I love her and true love lasts a lifetime.
Joni Mitchell is the woman who taught your cold English wife how to feel.
Harry: Did she?
Oh, well, that's good, I must write to her and say thanks.

Aurelia: Later you'll drive me home?
Jamie: Sure. It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
Aurelia: It's the saddest part of my day, leaving you.

[on the phone]
Harry: Are you gonna give me something?
Mia: I thought I made it clear last night.
When it comes to me, you can have everything.
Harry: So, what do you need?
Something along the stationery line? Are you short of staplers?
Mia: No, I don't want something I need.
I want something I want. Something pretty.

The thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end.
~Sam

Billy: I realized that Christmas is the time to be with the people you love.
And I realized that, as dire chance and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, 
mid-fifties, and without knowing it, I've spent most of my adult life with a chubby employee.
And much as it grieves me to say it, it might be that the people I love is, in fact, you.
Joe: This is a surprise.
Billy: I left Elton's and a hefty number of half-naked chicks with their mouths open
in order to hang out with you at Christmas.
It's a terrible, terrible mistake, chubs, 
but you turn out to be the fucking love of my life.
And to be honest, despite all my complaining, we have had a wonderful life.
Joe: Thank you, it's been an honor. I feel very proud.

Karen: Tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do?
Harry: What position is that?
Karen: Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace 
and, come Christmas, gave it to somebody else.
Harry: Oh, Karen...
Karen: Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace or if it's sex and a necklace,
or if, worst of all, it's a necklace and love?
Would you stay?
Knowing life would always be a little bit worse?
Or would you cut and run?
Harry: Oh, God.
I am so in the wrong. A classic fool.
Karen: Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me.
You've made the life I lead foolish, too.

 

Daniel: Tell her, then.
Sam: Tell her what?
Daniel: That you love her.
Sam: No way. Anyway, they fly tonight.
Daniel: Even better.
Sam, you've got nothing to lose and you'll always regret it if you don't.
I never told your mum enough.
I should have told her every day because she was perfect every day.
You've seen the films, kiddo. It ain't over till it's over.
Sam: Okay, dad, let's do it.
Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love.

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UNDERWORLD [2003]

An Immortal Battle For Supremacy

The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye.
 Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan had finally been killed.
The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution.
Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the Vampires.
Nearly 6 centuries had passed since that night.
Yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave.
Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous for the moon no longer held her sway.
Older, more powerful Lycans were now able to change at will.
The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same:
hunt them down and kill them off, one by one.
A most succesful campaign.
Perhaps, to succesful.
For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signaled the end of an era.
Like the weapons of the previous century, we too would become obsolete.
Pity, because I lived for it.
~Selene

Selene: They opened fire on us in full view of the public.
And from the commotion I heard down in that tunnel...
Kraven: You said yourself you actually didn't see anything.
Selene: I know what I heard, and I know what my gut tells me, 
and I'm telling you there could be dozens of Lycans down there.
Who knows, maybe more. Hundreds.
Kraven: We've hunted them to the brink of extinction.

Selene: I think they were following him.
Kraven: Other than food, why would lycans stalk a human?

I've tasted his flesh.
Just 2 days till full moon.
Soon, he will be a lycan.
Soon, he will come looking for us.
~Lucian

Selene: Tell me, Kahn, do you believe Lucian died the way they say he did?
Kahn: Kraven been telling war stories again, is he?
Selene: That's my point.
It's nothing but an ancient story. His story.
There's not shred of proof he killed Lucian, only his word.
Kahn: I've never underestimated Kraven's lust for advancement, 
but Viktor believed him and that's all that matters.

Kraven: Just keep your men at bay, Lucian.
At least for the time being.
Don't force me to regret our arrangement.
Lucian: You just concentrate on your part.
Remember, I've bled for you once already.
Without me, you'd have nothing. You'd be nothing.

Of the scores of brave souls who entered Lucian's fortress,
a single vampire survived: Kraven,
who was richly rewarded for not only setting the great blaze,  
but for returning with evidence of the lycan master's demise, 
the branded skin, cut from Lucian's very arm.
~Selene

To my knowledge, an Awakening has never been attempted by one such as myself.
The elders hold the power to organize their memories and thoughts into a single cohesive vision, a detailed record of their reign.
I can only hope Viktor will hear my plea.
~Selene

Please forgive me, but I desperately need your guidance.
I apologize for breaking the chain and awakening you ahead of schedule,
but I fear we may all be in grave danger.
Especially you, my lord, if left in your weakened state.
For I believe that Lucian is alive and well.
Here. Now. In this very city, preparing to hit us during the Awakening ceremony.
Even more disturbing, is that if I'm correct, 
it would mean that Kraven is in league with him.
~Selene

Selene: You can't never come here again. They'll kill you. Do you understand?
Michael: Why? Who are you people?
Selene: Whether you like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that's been raging for the better part of 1000 years.
A blood feud between Vampires and Lycans. Werewolves.
Consider yourself lucky.
Most humans die within an hour of being bitten by an immortal.
The viruses we transmit are deadly.
Michael: And if you bit me, what, I'd become a vampire instead?
Selene: No, you'd die.
No one's ever survived a bite from both species.
By rights, I'd stop the car and kill you myself...
Michael: Then why are you helping me?
Selene: I'm not!
I track down and kill your kind.
My only interest is finding out why Lucian wants you so badly.

Viktor: She has shown me a great many disturbing things.
Things that will be dealt with soon enough.
This coven has grown weak, decadent.
Perhaps I should have left someone else in charge of my affairs.
There's no sense of times.
Kraven: Please, my lord, let me summon assistance.
You're in need of rest.
Viktor: I've rested enough.
What you will do is summon Marcus.
Kraven: But he still slumbers, my lord.
Amelia and the council members are arriving tomorrow night to awaken Marcus.
Not you, my lord.
You've been awakened a full century ahead of schedule.

Michael: I'm seeing these things, these hallucinations.
Selene: They're not hallucinations, they're memories.
You've been bitten.
His memories have been passed to you.

Something was in the stable... tearing our horses to pieces.
I couldn't have saved my mother. Or my sister.
Their screams woke me.
My father died outside, trying to fend them off.
I stood at my door, about to run to my nieces' room when...
Twin girls... barely 6 years old... butchered like animals.
The next thing I knew, I was in his arms.
The war had spilled into our house.
He'd been tracking the lycans for days.
He drove them off and saved me.
Viktor.
The oldest and strongest of us.
That night he made me a vampire.
He gave me the strength to avenge my family.
Since then, I've never looked back.
~Selene

 When the full moon rises tomorrow night, 
you will change, you will kill, and you will feed.
It's unavoidable.
I can't leave you free to roam around.
~Selene, to Michael

Viktor: Now, tell me, why have you come to believe that Lucian still lives?
Selene: But I've given you all the proof you need.
Viktor: Incoherent thoughts and images, nothing more.
Which is precisely wht the Awakening is performed by an elder.
You do not possess the necessary skills.
Selene: But I did see Lucian. I shot him. You must believe me.
Viktor: The chain has never been broken. Not once. Not in 14 centuries.
Not since we elders first began to leapfrog through time.
One awake, 2 asleep.
That's the way of it.
It is Marcus' turn to reign, not mine.
Selene: But I had no choice.
The coven is in danger, and Michael is the key...
Viktor: Argh... arghh... ah yes. The lycan...
Selene: Please... give me the chance to get proof you require.
Viktor: I will leave it to Kraven to collect the proof... if there is any.
Selene: How could you trust him over me?
Viktor: Because he is not the one who has been tainted by an animal.
I love you... like a daughter. But you leave me no choice.
These rules are in place for a good reason, 
and they are the only reason we have survived this long.

Tell me.
Did you have the nerve to cut the skin from his arm, or did Lucian do it for you?
~Selene, to Kraven

Singe: We've been searching for someone with a special trait.
A direct descendant of Alexander Corvinus... Hungarian... 
a warlord who came to power in the early seasons of the 5th century.
Just in time to watch a plague ravage his village.
He alone survived.
Somehow, his body was able to change the disease, mold it to his benefit.
He became the first true immortal.
And years later, he fathered at least 2 children who inherited this same trait.
Viktor: The sons of the Corvinus clan.
One bitten by bat, one by wolf, 
one to walk the lonely road of mortality as a human.
It's a ridiculous legend. Nothing!
Singe: That may be...
But our species do have a common ancestor.
A mutation of the original virus is directly linked to his bloodline.
Viktor: There is a descendant of Corvinus lying there [point to Marcus ' grave] not 3 feet from you.
Singe: Yes.
But he's already a vampire.
We needed a pure source. Untainted. An exact duplicate of the original virus
which we learned was hidden away in the genetic code of his human descendants 
and passed along in its latent form down through the ages all the way to Michael Corvin.
For years, we tried to combine their bloodlines.
And for years we failed.
It was useless.
Even at the cellular level, our species seemed destined to destroy each other.
That is, until we found Michael.
The Corvinus strain allows for a perfect union.
A triple-celled platelet which holds unspeakable power.
Viktor: There can be no such union.
And to speak of it is heresy.
Singe: We'll see.
Once Lucian has injected himself with Michael's blood.
Viktor: Lucian is dead.
Singe: According to whom?

Singe: If Lucian was able to get his hands on the blood of a Pure-Born, 
a powerful elder like Amelia, or yourself [to Viktor] 
and inject it along with  Michael's blood...
Viktor: Abomination.
Singe: Half vampire, half lycan, but stronger than both.

Fear not, my child, 
absolution will be yours, the moment you kill the descendant of Corvinus, this Michael.
~Viktor

We were slaves once.
The daylight guardians of the vampires.
I was born in servitude, yet I harbored them no ill will.
I even took a vampire for my bride.
It was forbidden... our union.
Viktor feared a blending of the species.
Feared it so much, he killed her.
His own daughter, burnt alive... for loving me.
~Lucian

But let me tell you a little something about your beloved dark father.
He's the one who killed your family. Not the lycans.
Never could follow his own rules.
Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock.
So every once in a while, he went out and gorged himself on human blood.
I kept his secrets... cleaned up the mess.
But it was he who crept room to room, dispatching everyone close to your heart.
But when he got to you, he just couldn't bear the thought of draining you dry.
You, who reminded him so much of his precious Sonja,
the daughter he condemned to death.
~Kraven

I loved my daughter!
But the abomination growing in her womb was a betrayal of me and of the coven!
I did what necessary to protect the species, as I am forced to do yet again.
~Viktor

Thought I can not predict the future,
the consequences of tonight will reverberate through the halls 
of both great covens for many years to come.
2 vampire elders have been slain, one by my own hand.
Soon, Marcus will take the throne.
And a tide of anger and retribution will spill out into the night.
Differences will be set aside.
Allegiances will be made.
And soon, I will become the hunted.
~Selene


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