Heavy Metal Script
A shadow shall fall over the universe.
And evil will grow in its path.
And death will come from
the skies.
- What did you bring me?
- You will see.
Wait for me!
What is it?
Do not try to escape.
You are in my control.
Look at me.
I am the sum of all evils.
Look carefully.
My power infests all times,
all galaxies, all dimensions.
But many still seek me out.
A green jewel they mu
green death.
I touched her thigh,
and death smiled.
Hey Morrison!
Fuck em, its great.
Its non-linear, poetic,
its what Godard stands for.
This world. The monster of energy.
Without beginning, without end.
Likewise, without
increase of income,
disclosing nothing.
This world,
this world is a will to power,
and nothing besides.
Very pretentious, Jim, not easy
to follow. A little incoherent.
Dancing
revolution.
If I may interrupt this flow of clichs,
it is now that time of day
I have set apart for Debussy.
Can this be the man
who won a Victoria Cross at Mafeking?
The hero of the Ashanti Uprising?
What genius to be wasted
in the service of a crumbling empire.
Why, at the height of his powers,
did Bond decide to retire?
Mata Hari, my dear friend.
- Whats the connection?
- The woman in his life
revolution, thats what.
Isnt Whitecliff
beautiful, Martha?
Oh, I am sorry.
Its quite all right.
Are you Mr. Itchen?
Mr. Itchen passed on
O years ago.
May he rest in peace.
Mr. Boles?
Likewise.
Then youre Mr. Coombe.
Junior.
Of course.
You answered my letter.
Please eat.
Thank you.
Im Mrs. Muir.
Mrs. Muir, of course.
You were desirous of renting a house.
Yes.
Well, Ive selected
several prospects
s
rich!
- Its on the table.
Thank you.
When Lanning fell, he was holding
the, uh...a little green...
- The holographic projector.
- Right, right.
Why do you think Lannings
hologram would have called me?
- I assumed you knew him.
- Ya, I knew him.
Holograms are very simple programs
for just pre-recorded responses...
designed to give the
impression of intelligence.
Apparently this one was progra
revolution and a breakdown of the criminal justice system threaten society.
A LINE OF POLICEMEN - NIGHT
They stand like sentinels. Black uniforms. Battle helmets. Gleaming military assault weapons. Bullet-proof shields with large emblems: the American eagle against a red background, and in bold letters underneath, "THE UNITED STATES POLICE FORCE".
FEMALE NARRATOR
To protect and defend its citize
Revolution.
But this time we must make it
a whole country...
for all who live here,
so that all can speak.
Before this war began...
many of my regiment
had never seen a Negro.
Now the roads are choked
with the dispossessed.
We fight for men and women...
whose poetry is not yet written,
but which will presently...
be as enviable
and as renowned as any.
Last night we heard
of yet another defeat.
Bu
revolution.
It was our very own
cultural revolution.
[Speaking French]
Excuse me.
[Speaking French]
Can you remove this?
Its stuck to my lips.
Can you remove my cigarette?
Its stuck.
[Speaking French]
Yes, yes...
of course.
Sorry.
- [Speaking English] What are you, English?
- No. Im American.
You can put it out now.
- Whats your name?
- Matthew.
Youre here a lot, arent you?
But you never talk to
Hes getting on me tits.
- Well be late.
Fuck the Yank. Let him wait.
Boys and girls of Manchester!
Just popped over from Liverpool...
...to invite you to a game
of footy tomorrow afternoon.
But Im fucking fucked
if you pricks are gonna win it!
- Someone get that fucking thing out!
- Hey! Get off our bloody green!
Where have you been?
- Just around the block.
- Drive, quick.
Lets go meet the Yank
revolution!
You only care about yourself,
you piece of shit!
So much for lunch.
Although...
I could eat you, perhaps.
I-Ive eaten female flesh
before. Yeah.
Yes.
Wrapped up in... tortillas.
Tastes like...
the tenderest young pig.
Watch out, Diego!
Lupes coming back!
Fucking punks!
Come on,
you little anarchists!
Lets go! Frida!
Just keeping you honest,
panzon.
Panzon.
Do I look fat to you?
Shh!
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