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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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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Monday, December 17, 2012

PETERPAN [2003]

Let The Fight Begin
  
 All children grow up.
Except one...

Wendy: My fulfilled ambition is to write a great novel in 3 parts about my adventures.
Aunt Millicent: What adventures?
Wendy: I've yet to have them, but they will be perfectly thrilling.
Aunt Millicent: But, child, novelists are not highly thought of in good society.
And there is nothing so difficult to marry as a novelist.

 Aunt Millicent: Oh, it's quite as I expected.
Wendy possesses a woman's chin.
Have you not noticed? Observe her mouth.
There, hidden in the right-hand corner, is that a kiss?
John: A kiss?
Michael: Like mother's kiss.
Aunt Millicent: A hidden kiss.
Wendy: But what is it for?
Aunt Millicent: It is for the greatest adventure of all.
They that find it, have slipped in and out of heaven.
Wendy: Find what?
Aunt Millicent: The one the kiss belongs to.


Tomorrow you begin your instruction with Aunt Millicent.
It's time for you to grow up!
~Mr. Darling, to Wendy

Mrs. Darling: There are many different kinds of bravery.
There's the bravery of thinking of others before oneself.
Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens.
But he's made many sacrifices for his family and put away many dreams.
Michael: Where did he put them?
Mrs. Darling: He put them in a drawer.
And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them.
But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer.
He does.
And that is why he is brave.

Wendy: What is your name?
PeterPan: What is your name?
Wendy: Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
PeterPan: Peter... Pan.
Wendy: Where do you live?
PeterPan: Second to the right and then straight on till morning.
Wendy: They put that on the letters?
PeterPan: Don't get any letters.
Wendy: But your mother gets letters.
PeterPan: Don't have a mother.
Wendy: No wonder you were crying.
PeterPan: I wasn't crying about mothers.
I was crying because I can't get the shadow to stick.
And I wasn't crying!

PeterPan: Wendy, one girl is worth more than 20 boys.
Wendy: You really think so?
PeterPan: I live with boys... The Lost Boys. They are well named.
Wendy: Who are they?
PeterPan: Children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is not looking.
If they are not claimed in 7 days, they are sent to The Neverland.

Wendy: How old are you, Peter?
PeterPan: Quite young.
Wendy: Don't you know?
PeterPan: I ran away.
One night, I heard my mother and father talking of what I was to be when I became a man.
So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and I met Tink.
Wendy: Tink?
PeterPan: TinkerBell. She's my fairy.
Wendy: But there's no such this as...
PeterPan: Don't say that!
Every time somebody says that, a fairy somewhere falls down dead.
And I shall never find her if she's dead.

[after Wendy trying to kiss PeterPan]
PeterPan, about Tink: She says if you try to give me a thimble again, she'll kill you.
Wendy: Oh. And I had supposed fairies to be charming.

Wendy: Peter, don't go.
PeterPan: I have to tell the others about Cinderella.
Wendy: But I know lots of stories, stories I could tell the boys.
PeterPan: Come with me.
Wendy: I... I cannot fly.
PeterPan: I'll teach you. I'll teach you to ride the wind's back, and away we go.
[holds Wendy's hand]


Slightly: Wendy lady, for you we built this house with a door knocker.
Tootless: And a chimney.
The Lost boys: Please be our mother.
Wendy: Well, it is frightfully fascinating. But you see, I've had no real experience.
Twin: Do you tell stories?
Wendy: Yes.
Curly: Then you're perfect.
Wendy: Very well, I will do my best.

Mermaids are not as they are in storybooks.
They are dark creatures in touch with all things mysterious.

Wendy, see the mermaids: Oh, how sweet. Are mermaids not sweet?
PeterPan: They'll sweetly drown you if you get too close.

Hook: If I were you, I'd be give up.
PeterPan: If you were me, I'd be ugly.

Hook: And now, PeterPan, you shall die.
PeterPan: To die will be an awfully big adventure.

PeterPan: Wendy, it's only make-believe, isn't it?
That you and I are...
Wendy, you see, it would make me seem so old to be a real father.
Wendy: Peter, what are your real feelings?
PeterPan: Feelings?
Wendy: What do you feel?
Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy?
PeterPan: Jealousy? Tink!
Wendy: Anger?
PeterPan: Anger? Hook.
Wendy: Love?
PeterPan: Love?
Wendy: Love.
PeterPan: I have never heard of it.
Wendy: I think you have, Peter. 
I daresay you've felt it yourself, for something, or someone.
PeterPan: Never! Even the sound of it offends me.
Wendy: Peter [trying to touch him, but Peter ran away]
Peter: Why do you spoil everything? We have fun, don't we?
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
Wendy: There is so much more.
PeterPan: What? What else is there?
Wendy: I don't know. I think it becomes clearer when you grow up.
PeterPan: Well, I will not grow up! You cannot make me!
I will banish you like TinkerBell!
Wendy: I will not be banished!
PeterPan: Then go home! Go home and grow up!
And take your feelings with you!

Wendy: My parents wanted me to grow up.
Hook: Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience and pimples.
Wendy: Things are simpler when I was younger.
Hook: And then the mess starts, the feelings come.
Pan is so lucky to be untroubled by them.
Oh, no... he cannot love.
It's part of the riddle of his being.


Wendy: John, what is your father's name?
John: My father's name? Peter.
Wendy: Michael, who is your mother?
Tootles: Well, he got the easy one.
Michael: You are my mother, Wendy.

Tootles: Mother and Father are fighting again.
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient.
PeterPan: How am I deficient?
Wendy: You're just a boy.
Michael: Are you really to be a pirate, Mother?
Wendy: No.
We are going home.
John: Leave Neverland?
Wendy: We must. We have forgotten our parents.
We must leave at once before we in turn are forgotten.

PeterPan: You can't catch me and make me a man.
Wendy: Peter.
PeterPan: I want always to be a boy and have fun.
Wendy: You say so, but I think it is your biggest pretend.


Smee: Red-Handed Jill is gonna tell us a story.
Wendy: Once upon a time there was a boy named Peter Pan who decided not to grow up.
Hook: Skip the prologue.
Wendy: So he flew away to The Neverland where the pirates are.
Noodler: Was one of them pirates called Noodler?
Wendy: Yes.
Noodler: Captain, did you hear? I am in a story.
[Hook shoot him. The Lost Boys are screaming]
Hook: What fun he must have had.
Wendy: Yes. But he was rather lonely.
Hook: Lonely? He needed a Wendy.
Pirate: I need a Wendy.
[Hook shoot him also]
Smee: Very exciting. Two dead already.
Hook: Why a Wendy?
Wendy: He liked my stories.
Hook: What stories?
Wendy: Cinderella... Snow White... Sleeping Beauty...
Hook: Love stories?
Wendy: Adventures in which good triumphs over evil.
Hook: They all end in a kiss. [gasps] A kiss... He does feel. He feels about you.
[Hook cut the ropes that tied Wendy]
She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How?
Wendy: You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air.
Hook: Alas, I have no happy thoughts.
Wendy: That brings you down.
Hook: What else?
Michael: Fairy dust! You need fairy dust!
The Lost Boys: Michael!!!!!
Hook, smirks: What of Pan? Will unhappy thoughts bring him down?
Wendy: He has no unhappy thoughts.


Hook: I know what you are.
PeterPan: I am the best there ever was!

Hook: She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy was leaving you.
Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete.
She'd rather grow up than stay with you.
Let us now take a peep into the future.
What's this I see? 
'Tis the fair Wendy. She's in her nursery. The window's shut
PeterPan: I'll open it!
Hook: I'm afraid the window's barred.
PeterPan: I'll call out her name.
Hook: She can't hear you.
PeterPan: No!
Hook: She can't see you.
PeterPan: Wendy!
Hook: She's forgotten all about you.
PeterPan: Stop! Please! Stop it!
Hook: And what is this I see?
There is another in your place. He is called... husband.
[Hook hit him and PeterPan fell]


This belongs to you, and always will.
~Wendy, and she kiss PeterPan


Aunt Millicent: What is the matter, child?
Slightly: I couldn't find the house. And now everyone has a mother, except me.
[Tink shots her with her dust]
Aunt Millicent: Is your name Slightly?
Slightly: Yes.
Aunt Millicent: Then I am your mother.
Slightly: How do you know?
Aunt Millicent: I feel it in my bones.






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