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"It's all over help me to stop it."

"You want to wipe the slate clean as much as I do. Okay, so maybe I am killing everyone in the school because nobody loves me. You have a purpose though! Remember? Let's face it, the only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven."

"Which button do I press to turn it off? Tell me!"

"Try the red one, but seriously, people are going to look at the ashes of W and say there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care but because that school was society. Is that deep or what? I'll let you put it in your diary, babe. Free of charge."

"Which red button, asshole?"

"Press the middle one to turn it off. If that's what you want babe"

"You know what I want, babe?"

"What?"

"Cool guys like you out of my life."

You know what I want, babe? )

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"Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends so you just stick to the things you know, shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW and your poor--rich--drunk mother in the Carribean!"

Don't you ever talk about my friends! )

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"let's play a little game."

"Alright it's your party."

"Let's pretend that a man with a little help from science can psychically project himself inside a dream."

"OK let's pretend."

"Then pretend that once inside the dream he could become an active participant. Could actually be there right in the middle of it. Could feel the dream. Experience it. Could even shape and alter the dream itself. What would you say if that were possible?"

"That's crazy!"

"We've done it Alex, not once, but three times!"

Let's play a little game. )

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"I can taste that. It's a long time since I've tasted anything"

"You promised me an explanation"

"This is it."

"Let me see..."

"No don't touch it! It's dangerous! It opens doors."

"What kind of doors?"

"The doors to the pleasures of heaven or hell."

This is it )

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Chris...

I can't imagine what you must be thinking, getting a message like this. I apologise if it seems melodramatic, but you are the only person I can trust in the situation.

I need your help.

I need you to come to S, Chris.

I don't know how to describe what we are experiencing up here. We can't even agree amongst ourselves what is happening, or what to do about it. I suppose the most obvious solution would be to leave. But none of us want to. That's why you're getting this bizarre request. I told the crew that your background and experiences made you the ideal candidate for this job. Don't worry. I didn't elaborate.

But it's true. So, anyway... I hope you will come to S, Chris. I think you need to. You will see what I mean. I wish I could be more specific about all of this, but, you know. People are listening.

I wish I could be more specific )

"Go home!"

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"Don't you ever follow me again Forget about what you saw tonight. You only have one life. If you value it -- Go home!"

Go home! )

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Random thoughts for Valentine's Day. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap. I ditched work today. Took a train out to Montauk. I don't know why. I'm not an impulsive person. I guess I just woke up in a funk this morning.

I gotta get my car fixed.

"Hi. Cindy? It's Joel. Joel! Listen, I don't feel very well today. No, food poisoning, I think."

It's goddamn freezing on this beach. Montauk in February. Brilliant, Joel. Page is ripped out. Don't remember doing that. It appears this is my first entry in two years. Sand is overrated. It's just tiny little rocks. If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I'm incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don't know. Maybe I should get back together with Naomi. She was nice. Nice is good. She loved me. Why do I fall in love with every woman I see... who shows me the least bit of attention?"

Montauk in February. Brilliant, Joel. )

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"Oh, Clive. Come in. So, uh, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, Dr. Gopnik, I believe the results of Physics Mid-Term were unjust.

"Uh-huh, how so?

"I received an unsatisfactory grade. In fact: F, the failing grade."

"Uh, yes. You failed the mid-term. That's accurate."

"Yes, but this is not just. I was unaware to be examined on the mathematics."

"Well-you can't do physics without mathematics, really, can you."

"If I receive failing grade I lose my scholarship, and feel shame. I understand the physics. I understand the dead cat."

"You understand the dead cat?"

*nod*

"But... you... you can't really understand the physics without understanding the math. The math tells how it really works. That's the real thing; the stories I give you in class are just illustrative; they're like, fables, say, to help give you a picture. An imperfect model. I mean-even I don't understand the dead cat. The math is how it really works."

"Very difficult... very difficult..."

"Well, I... I'm sorry, but I... what do you propose?"

"Passing grade."

"No no, I-"

"Or perhaps I can take the mid-term again. Now I know it covers mathematics."

"Well, the other students wouldn't like that, would they. If one student gets to retake the test til he gets a grade he likes."

"Secret test."

"No, I'm afraid-"

"Hush-hush."

"No, that's just not workable. I'm afraid we'll just have to bite the bullet on this thing, CLIVE, and-"

"Very troubling. Very troubling..."

Sy Ableman !? )

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"How could you have sent her? She's blind!"

"She's more capable than most in this village and she is led by love. The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe."

How could you have sent her? She's blind! )

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"Good afternoon, Mrs Goldfarb."

"Good afternoon, Mr Rabinowitz. Although I'm not so sure how good it is. And you?"

"What can I say? You want your TV?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Mrs Goldfarb, can I ask you a question? You won't take it personal? How many years we know each other?"

"Who's to count?"

"Why not tell the police? Maybe they could talk to Harry. He wouldn't be stealing the TV."

"I couldn't do that. Harry's my only child. He's all I have. Thank you, Mr Rabinowitz."

Thank you, Mr Rabinowitz )

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The battle for the mind of North America will be fought in the video arena, the V.... The television screen is the retina of the mind's eye. Therefore the screen is part of the physical structure of the brain. Therefore, whatever appears on the television screen emerges as raw experience for those who watch it. Therefore, television is reality and reality is less than television.

Max... I'm so glad you came to me. I've been through it all myself, you see. Your reality is already half video hallucination. If you're not careful, it will become total hallucination. You'll have to learn to live in a very strange new world. I had a brain tumour. And I had visions. I believe the visions caused the tumour, and not the reverse. I could feel the visions coalesce and become flesh, uncontrollable flesh. But when they removed the tumour, it was called V.....

I was the... I... I... was... V's... first victim."

Well you know me and I sure know you! )

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"The day we opened the resort we had a failure and breakdown rate conforming to computer predictions. That is 0.3 malfunctions for each 24 hour activation period, concurrent or not. Now this was an anticipated operations aspect of the resort and we were fully able to handle it. The majority of the breakdowns were minor or peripheral until about 6 weeks ago. Then RW had a rise in breakdown rate which doubled in a week. In addition we saw disproportionate rise in central as opposed to peripheral breakdowns. Now we identified some problems with humidity control and regained homeostasis. Well despite our corrections the breakdown rate continued to climb. Then MW began to have trouble. Now we're seeing more WW breakdowns. There's clear patterns here which suggests am analogy to an infectious disease process spreading from one resort area to the next"

"Perhaps there are superficial similarities to disease."

"It's only a theoretical construct. There are many ways to order that data."

"I must confess I find it difficult to believe in a disease of machinery"

"We aren't dealing with ordinary machines here. These are highly complicated pieces of equipment. Almost as complicated as living organisms. In some cases they've been designed by other computers. We don't know exactly how they work."

you had better check the initiator )

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You're not getting dialogue today I'm afraid. Anyone who has seen the film even twice would get it instantly. Instead, here are some pictures. You should be able to get it from the last sequence of these!

please please please let me get what I want )

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"Can I help you? Anything special?"

"I was here before."

"ah."

"Razorblades."

"ah-huh."

"You sold me the notebook."

"Yes. Yes. Please look around."

"What's this?"

"Oh its a beautiful thing. Over 100 years old. Cost you $4."

*pays the shop keeper $4, the shop keeper continues*

"There's another room upstairs you might like to see. Yes. There's not much in it. Just a few things. The women is dead. I'm just trying to sell the furniture. It's a beautiful bed if you can get the bugs out of it. Interested in old prints at all? the frame is fixed to the wall but I dare say I could unscrew it."

"How did this escape !? I know what it is. It's the museum outside the palace of justice."

"Oranges and Lemons say the bells of St. Clements."

"What was that?"

"Something old."

something old )

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"This is Professor Raymond Knowby, Department of Ancient History, log entry number two.

"I believe I have made a significant find in the Castle of Candar. Having journeyed there with my wife Henrietta, my daughter Annie and Associate Professor Ed Getly."

"It was in the rear chamber of the castle that we stumbled upon something remarkable. Morturom Demonto, the "Book of the Dead". My wife and I brought the book to this cabin where I could study it undisturbed. It was here that I began the translations."

"The book speaks of a spiritual presence. A thing of evil that roams the forests and the dark bowers of man's domain. It is through the recitation of the book's passages that this dark spirit is give license to possess the living."

"Included here are the phonetic pronunciations of those passages. "Cunda astratta montose eargrets gutt nos veratoos canda amantos canda"."

Included here are the phonetic pronunciations of those passages )

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"Morning. My people tell me that you're one of the best 5 in your field. Your fee will be £100,000. Your assignment to establish the facts."

"Regarding what?"

"Survival after death."

"You want me..."

"... to let me know if it's actual."

"How could I convince you either way?"

"Give me the facts."

"And where can I find these facts? I'm a physicist, for 20 years I've studied parapsychology. I've yet..."

"If they exist you'll find them in the only place I know on earth where survival has yet to be refuted. The Belasco house."

"Hell house !?"

"Hell house."

"But I thought the Belasco family had it sealed up after what happened?"

"That was 20 years ago. They need money now. I've bought the place. Can you be there by monday? Well!? Can you!?"

"Yes."

Survival after death )

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"They tell me the wolves are running."

"Keep your eyes peeled Kay."

"We're the wolf guard. The wolves are back."

"Excuse me do you mean real wolves? Or men wolves?

"Ah. The tricks of them. You'll see a white fleece lamb carefully feeding getting closer and closer to you. Suddenly it pounces, it's not a lamb, but two wolves under fleecy skin. You watch out young Kay."

Tell them the wolves are running )

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"I'm in heaven. I'm in heaven. I'm in heaven. I'm in heaven."

There is no more wine, from Atlantis )

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"What's that piece you're playing?"

"It's "Lakme" by Delibes. Lakme is a Brahmin princess in India, she has a slave named Malika."

"Malika..."

"In a magical garden they sing how they follow the stream to its source, gliding over the water."

"Is it a love song?"

"I told you, it was sung by two women."

"It sounds like a love song."

"Then I suppose that's what it is."

"Are you making a pass at me, Mrs. Blaylock?"

"Miriam."

"Not that I'm aware of, Sarah."

...in a magical garden... )

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"She really loved him. It's tragic. And he was young y'know, younger than me. It's cruel. It's harsh. He'd a sore throat. One minute he has a sore throat and he's having an examination and the next minute he stops breathing. The anesthetist couldn't get the tube down. If he'd just had a wee circular strepsil it'd have never of happened."

I can't believe I have a bunch of dead people watching videos in my living room )

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