All language subtitles for The Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil One One of the year HD

I think...

But don't do that, because that's what
went wrong last time.

When I was singing it, I...

When it starts, it should be like...

I've been around here many a long, long
years.

It's all me, man.

No one pays.

It's around when you see me.

It's all me. It's all me.

It's all me. It's all me. It's all me.

Nice to meet you, Tom.

Hope you guessed my name.

Oh, what's puzzling you?

The nature of my game.

I left

Bolivia and came

to London.

Yes,

I stuck around.

Killed the dog and his ministers.

Anastasia cried.

A little more of Keith on the cans.

A little more of Keith on the cans, he
says. I can't hear myself.

Well, Keith, I thought of having the
solo on the third, on the fourth one.

That's the way it sort of is, you know.
The last verse is different.

Okay. So we'll have it like three verses
straight through and then the solo,

whatever it is.

It should start off very cool.

You turn your hands down.

Page 34.

Nixon examined the bodies of Lieutenant
Dubcek and Commander Guevara.

They were both breathing, but the
incident was most unfortunate.

It was worse than a crime, it was a
blunder.

To gain time, he hid the bodies.

Bitterly, he regretted the fact that he
wasn't wearing his Space Force Admiral's

uniform, for it would certainly have
made it easier for him to leave the

Politburo compound unmolested.

Of course, there was a risk that he
might be shot on sight, so he had to

that bastard Tito before the balloon
went up.

I want to move amps. I move to the small
box.

You're on the bottom, the little box? I
want to go into there, yeah.

Page 219.

Patakos knew that Marilyn and he had to
leave the area at once.

The roads were probably swarming with
Trotskyites.

He was in a tight spot.

The peasants had seen the plane taking
off.

As soon as Colonel Ben Barker discovered
the starfighter in the clearing, he

would send out search parties to find
the fugitive's hiding place.

The tucker spent three full hours
clattering with his and Marilyn's

Now, he was a citizen of Biafra in his
late 60s, and his profession was

of the BBC.

The golden blonde accompanying him was
both his secretary and his nurse.

The couple reached Darnang Airfield 15
minutes before flight.

Page 79.

You're my kind of girl, Pepita, said
Pope Paul as he lay down in the grass.

But I'm not in the habit of taking women
by force.

Cavalier Ocean, you're a fool.

Do you think I would have let you catch
me if I did not like you?

Paul moved closer and slid his grubby
fingers under the lovely Venezuelan duet

concert.

I like you a lot, she whispered.

I'm crazy about you.

I never said that to any man before. Do
you hear me? You're the first one.

Brutally, she kissed the so -called
apostle of non -violence on the mouth.

Outside, an owl screeched mournfully in
the warm twilight.

It was late when they got to the
arsenal.

Trujillo was furious.

If you want petrol, you'll have to wire
standard oil.

Take it easy, Raphael, said Pope Paul.

Peter and I have a lot to say to each
other.

Anyway, it's dark enough now. We have to
go, said Trevelyan in a commanding

voice.

Okay, grumbled Pope Paul, who still had
one hand inside the ambassador's wife's

panties. We'll take the old Sherman.
Peter will show us a route that Camillo

Torres' men don't know about.

No, he said.

No, this is men's work.

What has been called blues was the
result of more diverse sociological and

musical influence than any other kind of
American Negro music called blues.

Musically, classic blues showed Negro
singers the appropriation of a great

elements of popular American music,
notably the music associated with

theater or vaudeville.

The instrumental music that accompanied
classic blues also reflected this

development. as we did the Negro
musicians' maturing awareness of the

instrumental style, possibly as a foil
to be used for this naturally vocal

style.

Classical blues appeared in America at
about the same time as rock time, the

most instrumental or non -vocal music to
issue from Negro inspiration.

Rock time is also a music that's
closely... Page 1012.

Well, the girl finally asked, well what,
standard prisoner?

Where's the goal?

I wouldn't say a word in front of that
idiot Wilson, the informer.

So what, screamed the goal, his face
contorted with rage. You're getting

aren't you?

You have to completely exterminate the
red man.

And he did it.

And he did it.

Page 87.

How did you manage to spread the virus
on a worldwide scale, asked the UN

delegate. I discovered a mold which
would act as a carrier, Susloff

mold I once experimented with in Los
Angeles.

It feeds on a common Yankee substance
called driving, a mixture of motion

pictures and automobiles.

Drive -ins were set up everywhere.

The spores will be carried on the west
wind and settle wherever there are men

and women. Not a single red will
survive.

He went to Africa.

Our ancestors said, Big baby, this is
our way of life. We beat drums, we enjoy

ourselves. We beat drums, we enjoy
ourselves.

We have gold. We make diamonds and stuff
for our women.

He took the gold.

He made us slaves.

But today he runs after us.

The Chinese showed them everything they
had.

Page 109.

You're out of your mind, darling, said
Princess Grace.

I may have won a prize in a shooting
contest, but I can never make a shot

that. There's a man on the dressing
table, shouted Salazar.

Grab it with your feet and use it to
aim. I'll take the risk.

I hate the black bitch.

You can't trust them like white women.
And if you try to, they won't appreciate

it. They won't know how to act.

It would be like trying to pump a cobra.

age 287.

If you don't marry Khrushchev, you'll
never be the wife of a great corn eater.

I don't understand a word you're saying.

I know, but I love you, Barbara Ellen,
and that's why I want to play fair and

square with you. Run, whispered
Brutevelt.

It's just in me so deep that I don't
even try to get it out of me anymore.

I jump over ten nigga bitches just to
get one white woman.

Just a minute.

Get down.

If no such thing is out with my woman...

It's not just the fact that she's a
woman that I love.

I love her skin.

Her soft, smooth, white skin.

I'd like just to lick her skin a bit.

Fresh honey flow from her pores.

And just to touch her long, soft, silky
hair.

There's a softness about a white woman.

Something... delicate and soft inside
her but a nigga bitch seems to be full

steel right hard and resistant not soft
and submissive like a white woman it's

nothing more beautiful than a white
woman's hair being blown by the wind the

white woman is more than a woman to me
she's like a goddess a symbol my love

her is religious and beyond fulfillment
i worship her i love the white woman's

dirty drawers

Sometimes I think the way I feel about a
white woman, I must have inherited it

from my father, and his father, and his
father's father, as far back as you can

go into slavery.

I must have inherited it from all those
black men, part of my desire, because I

have more love for her than one man
should have.

Yes, I want all the white women they
wanted and never been able to get.

They must have passed on their desire to
me.

They must have.

Desire for the white woman is like
cancer eating my heart out and devouring

brain.

In my dreams, I see white women jumping
over fences like dainty little lambs.

And every time one of them jump over,
our hair catches the breeze that sprays

out the anger that obeys aluminum
pallium.

Blondes, redheads, brunettes, strawberry
blondes.

Page 91.

Now don't get all worked up over
nothing.

This isn't the first time some fool has
passed himself off as Peter O'Toole or

Franco.

form of bebop.

And when mainland America was vaguely
hip, the TV people, wizards of all total

communications, began to use it to make
people buy cigarettes and deodorants, or

put life into effeminate digs by
detectives. Then the white boys slipped

all the studio gigs, playing their
music, for sure.

So -called pop, which is a certified
version of rock and roll.

Just as the Detroit Motown sound is a
strict stratification of older I .M .P.

gospel -influenced forms...

...but

any group of middle -class white boys
who need a haircut and male hormones can

be a pop group.

That's what pop means, which is exactly
what Kool was, and even clearer, exactly

what Dixieland was, complete with funny
hats and funny names.

White boys who live off the initial
passion will always make it about funny

hearts. Which be their constant mistral
need, the derogation of the real come

out again.

Stealing music, stealing energy, lives,
with their own concerns and lives,

finally making it white music.

From any place, any time, to we all live
in a yellow submarine with all their

fiends. That's music, white.

We have never spoken English perfectly.

Never have we spoken English perfectly.

Never, never, never.

That is because our people consciously
resisted a language that does not belong

to them. Never did and never will. Never
did and never will. No matter how they

try to run it down our throat, we ain't
gonna have it. We ain't gonna have it.

We ain't gonna have it.

that is a level of resistance.

You must understand this is a level of
resistance.

Anybody can speak that simple whitey's
language. Anybody can speak that simple

whitey's language. Anybody can do it.
Anybody can do it.

We have not done it because we have
resisted. We have not done it because we

have resisted.

Resisted. We have to recognize who our
major enemy is. We have to recognize who

our major enemy is.

Our enemy is not our blood brother.

Flesh of our flesh and blood of our
blood.

The major enemy is whitey. The major
enemy is whitey.

is institutions of racism that's the
major enemy that's the major enemy and

whenever anybody prepares for
revolutionary warfare and whenever

We are not strong enough to fight each
other and also fight him. We will not

fight each other together.

There will be no fights in the black
community among black people. There will

just people who will be off. There will
be no fights. There will be no

disruption.

We are going to be united.

For us, the question of community is the
question of color and our people. Not

geography, not land.

Not geography, not land. Not land, not
geography. Not land, not geography.

We have no alternative but to fight
whether we want to or not. We have no

alternative but to fight whether we want
to or not. On every level in this

country, black men, black people have
got to fight. On every level in this

country, black men, black people have to
fight. Got to fight. Got to fight. Got

to fight. They got to fight. One of the
ways of bringing our people home.

One of the ways of bringing our people
home.

is by using patience, love, brotherhood,
and unity.

Not force.

Love, patience, brotherhood, and unity.

And we try.

And we try.

And we try.

If they become a threat,

we off them.

We need each other.

We have to have each other for our
survival.

We've got to have each other.

From the revolutionary to the
conservative.

A black united front is what we're
about.

A black united front is what we're
about.

We have been so colonized, we've been
saved, we've been saved.

And that is the best example of a person
who's been saved and colonized. You sit

in your house. You sit in your house.

Whitey comes into your house.

Beats you up.

Rapes your wife.

Beats up your child.

And you don't have the humanity to say
that I hate you.

You don't have it.

That is how dehumanized we are.

We are so dehumanized that we can't say
it.

Yes, we hate you for what you've done to
us. Can't say it. Can't say it.

Can't say it. It's not a question of
right or left. It's not a question of

or left. It's a question of black.

It's a question of black.

Page 137.

Page 42.

Oh, Miss Cassitia and Miss Gromyko, I'll
never be able to thank you enough.

Won't you be my bridesmaids?

Thank you, Miss Nassau. I'm afraid we
can't accept. But I'm sure Miss Gromyko

will be delighted.

Please let me introduce myself.

I'm a man of wealth and faith.

I've been around here for many a long,
long year. So many a man's soul

and faith.

Yes, I was here when Jesus Christ had
his moment of doubt

and pain.

I made damn sure the tire washed his
hands and sealed his

face.

Peace to me, y 'all.

I think the other thing you were doing,
Bill, was funny.

Peace!

Oh, fucking hell.

You've got to come on in that other bit,
Charlie.

The first room was packed. The music was
slow. The couples hardly moved.

Johnny F had disappeared.

The people I saw were in all the stages
of disarray, from nakedness to full

evening dress. The band was playing
softly.

The striking thing about it was the
singular lack of noise.

Beyond, from time to time, to the marble
doorway, I heard the muffled splash of

someone diving into the pool.

And this, too, was rather a soothing
sound.

Try and make it a bit more light.

It's a bit dead, you know?

Not clipped enough somehow.

All right.

Please let me introduce myself.

I'm a man of wealth and faith.

I've been around for many a long, long
year.

So many a man's soul and faith.

Yes, I was around when Jesus Christ had
his moment of doubt

and pain.

Me damn sure the pilot washed his hands,
kneeled and prayed.

It's me, darling.

when I saw it was the time to change.

Killed the Tsar and his ministers while
Anastasia screamed in

vain.

I rode a tank, held a general's rank
when the blitzkrieg raged and

the bodies sank.

To me, it's all.

What they saw ultimately reassured them,
for some reason.

I didn't want to disturb the rhythm of
their lovemaking. In any case, although

looking her in the eyes, I was by no
means certain she saw me. For her eyes,

though wide open, were staring almost
glassy. The man began to lower himself

towards her.

She turned her head again, away, bending
her neck, looking now neither at me nor

at him, but directly upwards.

He came closer.

He seemed for a moment to hesitate,
until his buttocks hard in a posture

pushed his member as far forward as it
would go, while he knelt.

He leaned over and almost fell on top of
her body.

One of her arms went round his neck, the
other encircled his waist.

He was in her, and her thighs in
response came up, the bent knees

calves after them to rest on the under
part of her thighs.

For some time, it seemed even several
minutes, they lay in this attitude

stirring. He was the first to recover,
slowly beginning to move his hips first

from side to side, then out and in.

His thrusts grew quicker. She began to
assist them and moved her hand from

his waist to clench at his buttocks,
dragging him onto her sex, gripping her

underneath. He held and raised her
slightly from the ground as if speared.

frenzy began to invade them both. They
began to sigh and shudder, tearing at

each other with their hands.

He lunged at her till once again they
froze as earlier. This time she kept up

curious kind of writhing, as if reaching
to him with her whole body.

You've let me introduce myself.

Oh, I'm a man of the world.

I've been around.

He's let me introduce myself. Well, I
ain't a man.

Well, I'm safe.

I've been around here for a long, long
year.

So many a man so brave.

Yes, I was around when Jesus Christ had
his moments of doubt and

pain.

Made damn sure.

The fighter washed his hands, sealed his
feet.

To me, Charles, I hope you get my name.

But what first led you is the nature of
my name.

Yeah, and I hang around saying, Peter
Spurs, my soul, what

time for change?

I killed the law and its ministers while
Anastasia screamed

in vain.

And voted tank, held the general's rank
when the SS raised and

the bodies sank.

Pleased to meet y 'all.

Hope you get my name.

But my puzzling you is just the nature
of the game.

As I watch with such glee while your
kings and queens fought for ten decades

with the gods they made, shouted out to
kill Kennedy.

When all the time I knew just you and
me.

So let me please introduce myself.

I'm a man.

Well, let's see.

Let's rap for a troubadour.

Get killed before they reach Bombay.

Pleased to meet y 'all.

just the nature of the game.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

He doesn't want to answer?

No.

You're calling Leroy Jones?

Yes. Or Cassius Clay?

Yes. Or Rap Brown?

Yes.

Or Pierre Moulet?

Yes. Or Stokely Carmichael?

Yes.

Eldridge Cleaver?

Yes. Or Malcolm X?

Yes. Or Patrice Lamumba?

Yes.

And he's not answering?

No.

Your first name, is it Ophelia?

No.

Cordella? No.

Eve? Yes.

And where were you born, in Stalingrad?

No.

Trafalgar?

No.

El Alamein?

No.

Budapest?

And your surname? Is it Republic?

No.

Totalitarianism? No.

Liberalism? No.

Trade unionism?

No.

Democracy?

Yes.

Do you feel exploited by the moment you
step into an interview?

Yes.

Do you think there's a good way of
conducting an interview?

No.

You think it's a matter of professional
technique?

Yes.

Perhaps it's because you feel the need
of a psychic health team.

Yes.

You have to go through your ideas in
brutal form, so the brutal form might be

the form of the interview.

Yes.

Not to spend your time thinking
privately.

Yes.

Do you think culture is order?

Yes.

Just come around here a bit more, will
you?

Follow her closely. Sure.

You were on marijuana, Benzedrine,
sleeping pills for a few years.

Yes. And you were addicted to second
-old too?

Yes.

A man of culture is as far from an
artist as a historian is from a man of

action.

Yes.

Do you think that drugs are a spiritual
form of gambling?

Yes.

And do you think culture has lowered
artistic creativity?

Yes.

Are drugs a poetic equation that can be
carried right down to the end of its

metaphor?

Yes.

Is it because the myth of culture is so
well accredited that it always survives

revolution? Yes.

And marijuana does something for the
sense of time.

Yes. It accelerates it. Yes.

It opens you to your unconscious.

Yes.

Just come here a little more.

Come down here.

But on LSD... On LSD, you begin to die a

little.

And that's the way you get this
extraordinary sense of revelation.

Perhaps you taste the order of your own
death on such a trip.

Yes.

to replace the word culture by another
one.

Yes.

And maybe the devil is God in exile.

Yes.

Do you have a theory about who killed
Kennedy?

No.

It is impossible for America to get out
of Vietnam.

Psychologically impossible.

Yes. Americans, You think really want to
fight?

Yes. They really want a war? Yes.

They have there the biggest professional
war game in the history of the world.

Yes.

And America is just doing there what
they want to be doing.

Some shooting, some war, all covered by
colour television.

Yes.

And there is only one way to be an
intellectual revolutionary, and that is

give up being an intellectual.

Yes.

It would be almost necessary for them to
build schools of deculturalization.

Yes.

Well, it would take a long time.

Yes.

And to fulfill this progressive
operation...

The mine has a very hard task.

Yes, what?

Cut. Just stay a minute.

Now, just come here again.

Three, four. Come around here.

Okay, four. Take four.

Twelve, take four.

Orgasm is the only moment when you can't
cheat life.

Yes.

The Occident is fighting communism
because the Occident is Faustian.

Yes.

And the tragic irony is that in fighting
communism, we are creating the absolute

equivalent of communism in our own
society.

Yes.

And when sex becomes problematic, in
walks a totalitarian.

Yes.

And the one thing you will have learned
after all these years is not to make

love when you don't really feel like it.

Yes.

When the novel is dead, then the
technological society will be totally

Yes.

And do you think that a woman in the
home today, do you think she is

Yes.

Do you think the lower classes have more
sexual vitality than the upper classes?

Yes.

And members of the upper classes... John
Birch's daughter strained herself out

and spread her legs for her master.

And do you really think that when you
said to be an intellectual

the only way is to give up being an
intellectual?

Yes, yes.

And you really mean it? Yes, yes.

Page 19.

Stalin came closer. Okay, cut. Soraya
was trembling. She dared not meet his

gaze. I'm leaving you, Joseph. Farewell.

Hey, baby, you sound like somebody in a
darn novel. You'll have me crying in a

minute.

Jesus Christ had informed us of doubt.

Me.

Me damned sure.

Pilate.

Wash hands.

Field feet.

Do you want to do it like that? Do you
want to have that game?

One, two.

Oh, let me introduce myself.

I'm a man well saved.

I've been around for many a long, long
year.

Stole many a man's soul and faith.

If I was round with Jesus Christ, at
this moment, doubt

my faith.

Me damn sure, I ain't it.

Wash your hands, see what it be.

It's me too, I hope you get my name.

Why, what's puzzling you?

The nature.

Page 41.

When Breslin had heard the two
explosions, he smiled ironically.

Well, Bobby, it worked. Frankie played
his part of perfection.

You were right about Sinatra. He's just
the man we need.

Page 42.

Suddenly, the door opened. He shot at
the ceiling, Mr. Breslin.

Disappointing.

Over ten decades, but God saved me.

Shouted out to Bill Kennedy.

But all the time, it was only me.

I want you to let me introduce myself,
yeah.

I'll just keep your results.

President, press the button in the wall.

Follow him, I'll give you a lot.

And two months later, a rifle was aimed
at Douglas Bravo's back.

What's in that?

Thank you.

Oh, Jimmy.

Okay, we'll try for a groove. I'm happy
with that one.

You want to do another one?

Okay, we're just making one little
crash.

Nice, yeah?

What was that other beat we were doing?

Back before, what was that?

The time the rehearsal before, what was
that beat that we were doing?

What was that all about?

Yeah. What was that a complete
difference?

Are you ready?

I'm ready.

Are you ready? I'm ready. Okay.

I can't, no.

Okay Sympathy

If you don't answer next time, he'll
come and kill you.

When nations are fighting for their
existence on this earth, when the

of to be or not to be has to be
answered, then all humane and aesthetic

considerations must be set aside.

For these ideals do not exist of
themselves somewhere in the air, but are

product of man's creative imagination
and disappear when he disappears.

Nature knows nothing of them.

Moreover, they are characteristic of
only a small number of nations, or

of races, and their value depends on the
measure in which they spring from the

racial feeling of the latter.

Humane and aesthetic ideals...

Propaganda is not suited, but only
scientific exposition.

Propaganda has as little to do with
science as an advertisement poster has

with art.

Jackie.

Peace in Vietnam.

concerns the form in which it presents
its message.

The art of the advertisement poster
consists in the ability of the designer

attract the attention of the crowd
through the form and colors he chooses.

Page 99.

The Maoists who were staying in the room
next to Foster Dulles stared in

amazement at the stunning apparition,
then went into a whispered huddle.

Foster Dulles went inside to order
Princess Beatrice a Molotov cocktail.

When it was served, she drank it down in
one gulp.

Dulles had the impression that her huge
pupils grew even larger.

She remained silent for a moment,
staring into space.

Then, almost without moving her lips,
she said, I came to invite you.

Invite me?

We're giving a buffet supper tonight.

There'll be around 20 guests.

My mother said I could invite you. You
are American, aren't you? Foster Dulles

was tempted to lie, but that would have
been dangerous.

No, I'm Russian.

Princess Beatrice shrugged her slim
shoulders.

When you've been here three or four
months, you'll feel like dying. You'll

to do anything at all. Drink, scream,
sleep, anything not to think.

I won't be here that long, Dr.

Dallas. I told you I was on holiday.

Notions are never partly this and partly
that.

English propaganda especially understood
this in a marvelous way and put what

they understood into practice.

Only the born weakling can look upon
this principle as cruel.

And if he does so, it is merely because
he is of a feebler nature and narrower

mind. For if such a law did not direct
the process of evolution,

then the higher development of organic
life would not be conceivable at all.

All the great civilizations of the past
became decadent because the originally

creative race died out as a result of
contamination of the blood.

The most profound cause of such decline
is to be found in the fact that the

people ignored the principle that all
culture depends on men and not the

reverse.

In other words, in order to preserve a
certain culture, the type of manhood

creates such a culture must be
preserved.

But such a preservation goes hand in
hand with the inexorable law that it is

strongest and the best who must triumph,
and they have the right to endure.

Page 137. The progress of mankind... Liu
Chaoshi got back into his falcon.

100 yards further on, 52nd Street came
to a dead end overlooking East River

Drive. The two levels were connected by
a flight of stone steps.

This was a fashionable neighborhood.

Sutton Place was only a few blocks away.

Liu parked the Falcon and walked back
the way he had come.

He turned in at the entrance to number
425.

It was the kind of New York apartment
house where they won't let you up unless

they know you.

The tenants pay a king's ransom to be
guarded day and night.

No vacuum cleaners held in the apartment
house alone.

Without first having climbed the lower
rung.

The Arian, therefore, had to take that
road which his sense of reality pointed

out to him, and not that which the
modern pacifist dreams of.

The path of reality is, however,
difficult and hard to tread.

Yet, it is the only one which finally
leads to the goal where the others

envisage mankind in their dreams.

But the real dream...

is that those dreamers help only to lead
man away from his goal rather than

towards it.

It was not by mere chance that the first
forms of civilization arose where the

Aryans came into contact with inferior
races, subjugated them, and forced them

to obey his command.

The members of the inferior race became
the first mechanical tool in the service

of a growing civilization.

that profess so -called bourgeois
principles look upon political life as,

reality, a struggle for seats in
Parliament.

The moment their principles and
convictions are of no further use in

struggle, they are thrown overboard as
if they were sandballers.

And the programs are constructed in such
a way that they can be dealt with in

like manner.

But such practice has a correspondingly
weakening effect on the strength of

those parties.

They lack the great magnetic force which
alone attracts the broad masses.

For these masses always respond to the
compelling force which emanates from

absolute faith in the ideas put forward,
combined with an indomitable zest to

fight for and defend them.

By helping to lift the human being above
the level of mere animal existence,

faith really contributes to... Jackie.

Faith really contributes to consolidate
and safeguard its own existence.

taking humanity as it exists today and
taking into consideration the fact that

the religious beliefs which it generally
holds and which have been consolidated

through our education so that they serve
as moral standards in practical life.

If we should now abolish religious
teaching and not replace it by anything

equal value, The result would be that
the foundations of human existence have

been seriously shaken.

We may safely say that man does not live
merely to serve higher ideals, but that

these ideals in their turn furnish the
necessary conditions of his existence as

a human being.

And thus, the circle is closed.

must not be forgotten that nothing
really great in this world...

shall be conferred on every young man
whose health and character have been

certified as good.

This act of inauguration and citizenship
shall be a solemn ceremony, and the

diploma conferring the rights of
citizenship will be preserved by the

as the most precious testimonial of his
whole life.

It entitles him to exercise all the
rights of a citizen and to enjoy all the

privileges. attached thereto.

For the state must draw a sharp line of
distinction between those who, as

members of the nation, are the
foundation and the support of its

greatness, and those who are germiciled
in the state simply as owners of their

livelihood there.

It must never be forgotten that nothing
really great in this world has ever been

achieved through coalitions,

Such achievements have always been due
to the triumph of the individual.

One, two, three, four.

Please let me introduce myself.

I'm a man.

Age sixty -nine.

It all happened incredibly fast.

I chugged back a shot, then I went with
my partner.

Quick, because he didn't look.

He had long been accustomed to any
consciousness of all this faculty in a

of a second.

Then he fell silent for quite a while.

Victoria had retreated until she had her
back to a kind of metal cupboard.

She was watching the intruders with
utter calm.

She did not make the slightest outcry.

And yet the three boys were all holding
stubby, dangerous -looking weapons.

But not a word was spoken.

I saw the weapons spit tiny blue flames.
I shut my eyes and cried out, They're

going to kill her!

Then as he blazed, I heard Cassitian
say, Look, look at that!

I opened my eyes. I expected to see
Victoria lying on the floor.

But she was still standing with her back
to the cupboard. A faint smile on one

of her pale blue lips.

Extraordinary, said Cassitian.

The three boys looked surprised.

They glanced at one another.

She must have realized that she couldn't
possibly reach it in time.

But perhaps she didn't even have one.

My throat was tight with excitement and
fear, for I was afraid of Victoria.

What happened next was incredibly fast.

The girl leaned forward and, clamping a
mysterious hold of her huge opponent,

levered him over her shoulder and sent
him crashing into the wall.

Next, she sprang like a cat into the
table, sent him to the top of the

and from there she leaped down on
another boy, seeing both arms black and

There was a horse cry.

The second attacker sank to the floor
with his frog's head lying at some odd

angle. It was obvious his neck was
broken.

The smallest of the three ballers now
seemed to waver.

He stepped back and threw a short
dagger.

But already Victoria was on him. She
seized him by the knife wrist, twirled

about like a toy balloon, and threw him
against a corner of the table.

He stood before her like a broken block
of late motionless, apparently dead.

We had watched this extraordinary scene
with bated breath.

Victoria looked less winded than we
were.

But I'd never seen anything like that.

I'd take my hat off for that girl. In
fact, she's more than two feet tall.

The young lady took over to look at the
smashed door, which must have been one

of the inner doors of her apartment.

Then she examined the ballies who were
strewn about the floor, bending over

them.

Then she put a small round object out of
the chest, raised it to her lips and

spoke briefly.

Come quickly, bring the circle.

She was calling for someone.

Then she sat in an armchair and remained
perfectly still, staring at the space.

A minute later, two hippies, a man and a
woman, came into the room.

They both belonged to the little troop
of acrobats. The man whistled in

admiration.

Nice work, he said.

I suppose they wanted the papers you
took from them.

I suppose so.

Are they dead?

Yes. It couldn't be helped. If there had
only been two of them, or if I'd known

they were so clumsy, I could have scared
them. But obviously they meant to kill

me. All right.

Do we operate now?

We operate.

The man opened the small satchel.

He took out a kind of shining carpet
which he'd spread on the floor, and then

apparatus that looked something like a
vacuum cleaner.

In a way, that was what it was, but of a
very special sort.

With the help of a woman counting, he
placed one of the bodies on the shining

carpet. He was trying to find the end of
the water before he had turned on his

hands.

The body was something of a funnel that
had been turned to liquid or gas.

In a little over a minute, nothing was
left of it.

The other two bodies were given the same
treatment.

The hippie looked around the room. Any
other damage, he asked.

He folded the shining carpet and put it
back in the satchel along with the

apparatus. Then he and the woman left.

They certainly are well equipped, his
agent said to me.

We don't have anything like that
disintegrating vacuum cleaner.

It does a neat, clean job.

It must be damn useful in cases like
that. I'm going to turn in a report on

I was still fairly shaken by what I had
just seen, and it was a joy that

Victoria was safe and sound.

What do you think of all that, I asked.

I think my hunch was right. Your hippie
girlfriend is a fellow agent. But what a

girl. If she's a beginner, she's got
what it takes.

Did you see the way she took care of
those three gorillas?

She's an acrobat. She must have muscles
of steel.

Yes, but that wouldn't have been enough
to get her out of that jam if she

weren't also an expert in some very
special kind of lethal fighting

You and I know all the methods of
unarmed combat, from ancient judo and

to modern napalm. Yet I had no idea what
she was doing in there.

And what about the way she neutralized
those laser pistols?

Obviously, she set up a force screen
between them and her, and a damn

one. But how did she do it? She didn't
have anything in her hands.

I'd also like to know more about those
papers she stole from the Borleys.

However, I doubt they're the ones that
were signed in our presence.

Tchaikovsky must have taken those with
him.

On our video screen, Victoria was still
sitting like a statue. Her face was a

perfect blank.

What a strange girl.

Kasichin was gazing at her with evident
respect.

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I sat down next to the woman who made no
sign as before.

I took the cigarette from her fingers
and stuck it between her lips.

Pushing her forward, I leaned over
behind her and undid the buttons

the length of her back and over her
rump.

I slid the dress off. There wasn't
anything underneath.

She seemed vaguely to sense that
something was happening, and bending her

over, her now naked breasts drew her
arms off the table, her breasts heavy,

prominent, and the nipples soft.

I ran my hands over her waist, along her
thighs, and finally buried them in the

soft flesh under the fur.

Unresponsive until now, she began to
rock from side to side.

Somewhere in her was a faint wakeful
gleam of consciousness.

I picked her up and laid her on the
table, her legs sagging over the edge. I

said, come on, we're going for a walk.

I carried her through the Marxist
archway and across the marble floor.

There was no one in the swimming pool.

The sounds of the room were deadened in
the air and seemed to come from a

distance. Like that. Just give me just
the one, it'll be cool. Very slowly.

A bit more of the...

Thank you.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a man of wealth and taste.

Hung around for a long, long year. I've
stole many a man's soul of faith.

I was round when Jesus Christ had his
moments of doubt and pain.

Made damn sure that Pilate washed his
hands.

See you at the stage!

Please allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a man of wealth and faith.

I've been around for a long, long year.

So many a man, so to say.

I was around when Jesus Christ had his
moment of doubt and pain.

Made damn sure the pilot washed his
hands.

Fuck your dad.

in which the white worker will
reconceive his ideas about the black

What is the link between communism and
black power?

Say no questions.

The existence of black power is asking a
similar question to the one who opposed

Stalin to Mao.

Who do you think will lead a revolution?

The question that faces the world is
whether the black man is going to go out

and lead the revolution, or is it going
to wait for the white worker to do so?

What is important then, town or country?

75 % of black people are concentrated in
ghettos, which are in cities.

That's where the problem is. Towns are
extremely important.

What is the attitude of the
progressives?

Ah, the progressives.

They seem to be stunned.

simply because they haven't examined the
historical situation that they are

placed in.

For example, Marx did, when he examined
the oppression of the

workers through the capitalists and the
imperialists.

Are black people becoming
revolutionaries?

Yeah, baby.

Though they have been the wretched of
the earth, black people are becoming

revolutionaries.

It's not the ethnic differences that is
fundamental.

Peace.

speaking to the black people they will
revolt spontaneously whereas the

activists believe that if you
communicate with the

people talk with them learn with them
and encourage and devise new

new methods of obtaining freedom is the
real way to look at things

What is the objective of black power?

The taking of political power.

Why political power?

Political power because the political
power has to decide the true

economic concept that will suit the
black people.

Aren't you afraid of defeat?

No, no, no.

One must be aware of defeat.

But one must also be strongly convinced
that in the end, victory is inevitable.

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It is very important.

Ah!

Please, Captain Rockefeller, don't shoot
those people just because they haven't

got any money.

Be quiet. These matters are no concern
of yours. But what's going on?

This is what's going on. I'm Casper the
Rebel, and I'm here to put a stop to

this disgusting sequence.

Casper the Rebel, I've caught you at
last.

We'll see about that. Hey, you, hand me
that Tommy gun.

It's Casper. It's easier said than done,
Captain Rockefeller.

I'm going to, ah, rush him all at once.
We're good.

You know, always try.

Ah!

Curse you. The next important steps are
to

reinstate

new national and international
relations.

And what about me?

How to deal with industry.

how we're going to conquer industry,
conquer new armies, in what towns, in

cities are going to be our first army
bases.

And what is even more important, we must
be aware of the so -called friend

who in the end is the enemy.

And what about peace?

For no, no peace, no organization can
possibly...

Try to put forward these plans
successfully.

Unless they do it without any publicity.

If possible, none at all.

Peace is the language of the
integrationists.

But there can be no peace.

No peace until the black people of the
world are free.

Does freedom mean unity of black people?

Freedom means unity of the black mind,
the coordination of black thoughts and

black work.

But how can we relate this to the white
man?

It's a slightly difficult problem
because although he never learned

to speak our language, we learned his.

But when he left,

He took the dictionaries with him.

Although we speak the same words, we are
speaking two completely different

languages.

And unfortunately, we have to get some
way to break down this communication

barrier, or else we will never be able
to talk to him.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, sister.

That's good, baby.

We're gonna do it all over again, aren't
we? This will be going in the other

song in the intro in the middle of it.

It'll be louder than that.

All right,

I'll give you a check for $5 ,000 made
after the orders listed. I'm going to

write in full settlement on the back.

Okay, I said I'll get her. If she
catches it, you'll be cursed.

If she sends it back to you, you'll know
she wants more. She won't get another

penny out of me.

You had a telephone line quiet while he
was signing the check?

Yes, but it's an unlisted number.

Then write it on the back.

If it's so, hand me the check.

I'll put it in my pocket and turn it to
Disney.

What are you doing here, Walt?

I just wanted to make sure you weren't
getting into more trouble.

I didn't notice you telling me.

You didn't notice me because I wasn't
doing it. We had a helicopter on the

McNamara's eyes popped. He couldn't
believe his ears.

Who the hell is this guy, he asked
Disney.

He told you, answered the policeman. His
name is King Kong, he's a private

detective, and he's the cleverest little
bastard I know.

With this parting shot, General Walt
Disney went back to his car.

Please allow me to introduce myself.

I'm a man of wealth and faith.

I've been around for a long, long year.

So many a man's soul and faith.

I was around when Jesus Christ had his
moment of doubt and

pain.

Made damn sure that...

Wash his hands and seal his face.

Pleased to meet you.

Hope you guessed my name.

But what puzzled you is the nature of my
game.

Took around St.

Petersburg when I...

It was a time for change.

Killed the law and its ministers and a
station.

Screamed in vain.

page 72, Doris Day. Well, take one.

All at once, I was fed up with that
Western political novel.

I looked at my watch.

I'd only managed to kill an hour and a
half.

I raised the lid, climbed out, and threw
the book into the car seat.

This was all a waste of time. I would
soon be five years old, the age of the

Guards, the age of the Revolution.

I had to do something.

I sent a wire to Peking.

I was on the beach, waiting for Uncle
Mao's yellow submarine to come and get

Nearby, there were a lot of fools
running around making noise. Who were

Why were they there to be running around
like that? In my opinion, they must

have been making a film.

Yes, it was all a waste of time.

I've got to do something. I've got to
get away from this.