worshipped as God.
It all started when I found
the green meteorite.
I had read that
smaller ones like this -
- burn up in the atmosphere.
But for some reason this one did not.
I stuck it in my rock collection
and forgot about it.
I experimented with electricity
and with a storm coming, -
- I figured I would hit jackpot.
I just needed a little juice.
It works.
No hair ... Big.
I was not going to w
relics?
There are even rumors
about the Holy Father himself,
that he has a lust for power:
Lets go outside.
Whats wrong with here?
Well, this floor... the color.
I like color, but you give
your brothers a hard choice...
they either learn
to scrub like you,
or find a way to make your patch
a little less sparkling.
Gently,
like milking a cow.
The ancients
reverenced their bees.
They valued them
mor
Ong Bak Script
Up! Up!
Hurry!
Dont push!
Hurry!
Up the tree, quickly!
Pull him down quickly, quickly!
Catch the flag.
Wait.
Dont let him get down
Hurry!
Careful!
Calm down! The winner this year...
is Ai Bak Tim
Sawadee everyone...
from Ban Nong Pradoo.
We are gathering for good merit at this festival,
to give robes to the monks, and Ong Bak,
who is the protective icon for the well-being of our vi
Amadeus
1 INT. STAIRCASE OUTSIDE OLD SALIERIS SALON - NIGHT - 1823 1
Total darkness. We hear an old mans voice, distinct and in distress. It is OLD
SALIERI. He uses a mixture of English and occasionally Italian.
OLD SALIERI
Mozart! Mozart! Mozart. Forgive me! Forgive your assassin!
Mozart!
A faint light illuminates the screen. Flickeringly, we see an eighteenth century
balustrade and a flight of
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con