Plot
Sree Nath falls in love with a poor woman and both get intimate, resulting in her getting pregnant. When the time comes for Sree to marry her, he renounces her and instead marries the daughter of wealthy Mr. Saxena. She gives birth to a boy, Vikram, and shortly thereafter passes away. Sree's step-brothers, Badri and Kedar, move in with Sree, and soon his health starts to deteriorate. They hire a nurse to look after him, but he keeps on getting worse. Then he gets more bad news when the police inform him that Vikram has killed an orphanage manager and is on the run from the police. Then a policeman is killed and CBI Inspector Tirandaz is assigned to track Vikram and he does arrest Vikram, who denies ever killing anyone. Then finally a clue emerges - the killer is wearing a false eye. The doctor who has performed this surgery is Dr. Philips, but he too is killed before Tirandaz can get to him, and the person who was with the doctor is none other than Vikram himself. The question remains: Is Vikram telling the truth? If yes, who is the real killer, and what exactly was his/her motive in framing Vikram?
Keywords: blackmail, conspiracy, fake-identity, interview, murder, police-officer-killed
Plot
Marc Lacroix is a psychiatrist, a student of the brain, with a rocky marriage, a mistress, and a ten-year-old son. He also has a secret laboratory where he's built a machine he thinks will allow him to penetrate the mind of any person hooked up to the machine with him. He tests it with Zyto, a psychopath who has killed three women. The machine fails and exchanges the men's brains. Zyto passes himself off as Marc, and Marc (now in Zyto's body) escapes from the asylum to the flat of his mistress. She tries to warn Marc's wife, exposing herself to Zyto. All are now in grave danger. Can Lacroix find a way to get Zyto back to the machine before irreversible damage is done?
Keywords: based-on-novel
A doctor's obsession... A killer's madness... The machine that made them one.
Plot
Simon is a police officer at the Crime Repression Brigade. His boss, Pierre Tramoni, was his colleague for a long time before he became director of the Brigade. Tramoni is brilliant. He wants to move up fast and he's making it. Simon, for his part, likes the street, its odors, its mysteries. He's a hunter. For a few months, Simon and his men have been following a dangerous gang of young hoods; the Dijan brothers. Their goal: to catch them red-handed. In conducting his investigation, Simon discovers strange links between Tramoni and the gangsters he is after. The relationship between Simon and Tramoni takes another turn as Simon carefully prepares a ploy to uncover his boss' covert actions.
Keywords: gang, police-officer
A friendship which turns into outright conflict.
Plot
In a rural French village an old man and his only remaining relative cast their covetous eyes on an adjoining vacant property. They need its spring water for growing their flowers, so are dismayed to hear the man who has inherited it is moving in. They block up the spring and watch as their new neighbour tries to keep his crops watered from wells far afield through the hot summer. Though they see his desperate efforts are breaking his health and his wife and daughter's hearts they think only of getting the water.
Keywords: 1920s, agronomy, anisette, avarice, based-on-novel, bocce, carnation, character-name-in-title, coffin, con-trick
Cesar Soubeyran: Now let's talk about other things. I'm going to write to Scratcher.::Ugolin: Who's she?::Cesar Soubeyran: You don't know her because she left here before you were born. She had the body of an angel. They called her Scratcher because when the boys tried to kiss her she scratched their faces. She used to sharpen her nails especially. But because of this she ended up a spinster and when her parents died she went to work for the priest at Mimet. About 4 or 5 years ago the pope moved him to Crespin and she should still be with him.::Ugolin: So long as she didn't scratch him.::Cesar Soubeyran: Oh, at her age you don't scratch people, and because she was a friend of Florette she must still visit her. I'm going to write immediately.::Ugolin: And if she's dead?::Cesar Soubeyran: Not everyone my age is dead.
Cesar Soubeyran: A farmer may become a hunchback but it's rare for a hunchback to become a farmer.
Casimir: I suppose you are going to be charitable and buy the farm?::Ugolin: That depends, what do you think it is worth?::Casimir: Not much, certainly not the life of a man.
Cesar Soubeyran: What kind of man is he?::Ugolin: He's a typical city-hunchback type.
Cesar Soubeyran: If you start to strangle a cat, finish it off.
Cesar Soubeyran: I know all about springs. They're like pretty girls - ignore them and they're gone.
Cesar Soubeyran: A farmer may grow a hump, but a hunchback rarely becomes a farmer.
Cesar Soubeyran: Remember, it's much easier to push something downhill than uphill, so push him in the direction where he'll fall.
Ugolin: It's not me that's crying. It's my eyes.
[first lines]::[dialog in French, lines from English subtitles]::Ugolin: Papet! Papet! It's me, Ugolin!
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In this, the sequel to Jean de Florette, Manon (Beart) has grown into a beautiful young shepherdess living in the idyllic Provencal countryside. She determines to take revenge upon the men responsible for the death of her father in the first film.
Keywords: based-on-novel, carnation, cave, countryside-of-provence, drought, duology, engineer, family-pride, family-relationships, farm
Cesar Soubeyran: He's such a bigot he might confess other people's sins.
[first lines]::[dialog in French, lines from English subtitles]::Le Fleuriste: Voila! [pause] Next time I won't pay this much. The competition from Italy is ruining me.::Cesar Soubeyran: This barely pays for the fertilizer for the flowers. Next year we'll grow chickpeas.::Le Fleuriste: I'll miss our aperitifs together.
[last lines]::[dialog in French, lines from English subtitles]::Cesar Soubeyran: [voiceover] Dear little Manon, the notary will tell you that I'm leaving you my whole estate. It may surprise you, but it's the truth. The lawyer will give you all the documents because your father was my son. He was the Soubeyran I'd hoped for all my life, whom I tormented to death because I didn't know who he was. If I had told him about the spring, he'd still be playing his harmonica, and you'd all be living in our family home. No one knows it, but I'm too ashamed to face anyone, even the trees. In the village, there's a person who knows. She will tell you everything. It's Delphine, the old blind woman. She'll explain that it's all because of Africa. I don't deserve to kiss you, and I never dared speak to you, but maybe now you can forgive me and even say a little prayer for poor Ugolin and me. I'm so pathetic, I even pity myself. Out of sheer spite, I never went near him. I never knew his voice or his face. I never saw his eyes, which might have been like his mother's. I only saw his hump and the pain I caused him. Now you understand why I want to die, because next to my torments, even hell would be a pleasure. Besides, I'll see him up there. I'm not afraid of him. Now he knows he's a Soubeyran. He's no longer a hunchback because of me. He knows it was all a foolish mistake. I'm sure that instead of blaming me, he'll defend me. Farewell, my darling girl. Your grandfather, César Soubeyran.
Cesar Soubeyran: Do you know who she looks like?::Ugolin: Nobody!::Cesar Soubeyran: Yes, she does. She looks like someone you never knew. She's the splitting image of her grandmother.::Ugolin: Did you know her?::Cesar Soubeyran: Florette de Camoins. A great beauty.
Ugolin: [to Manon] Manon, don't run away! It's not to give you work. I was lying to you! It's because I love you, Manon. I love you with all my heart! Manon! I want to marry you! I'm all alone! I've got no-one! My grandparents are dead. My father hanged himself when I was little. My mother died of the flu. There's only Uncle Papet! He's rich, he's old. He's going to die. He's going to leave me all his money. It'll be yours, because I love you. I love you! I am sick for the love of you. It's suffocating me! I saw you bathing in the rainwater. I watched for hours. You were so lovely. I was tempted to commit a crime.
Ugolin: Papet, my spring has dried up!::Cesar Soubeyran: What?::Ugolin: No water.::Cesar Soubeyran: None at all?::Ugolin: No. I dug a deep hole. Not a drop. My carnations are budding.
Man #1: There must be a frog blocking the pipe.::Man #2: We're stuck, like Ugolin.::Man #3: Impossible! It's flowed for fifty years.
Ugolin: [to Manon] You know that. I told you so in the hills. I love you unbearably. Listen... please listen, Manon. Ever since I saw you, ever since I spoke to you, food has been turning to sawdust in my mouth, sleep has been a torment. If you reject me, I will die or go mad.::Cesar Soubeyran: Shut up, you fool. Shut up. Let's go.
Cesar Soubeyran: [to the villages] Come on, you men! You're natives like me: tell him there was no spring! Listen: anyone who knew was one, and didn't tell the hunchback is responsible for his death.
Cesar Soubeyran: Destiny doesn't exist. Only good-for-nothings talk about destiny.
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Knowledge of his origins and early life are derived almost entirely from his works, which can be more or less dated according to the well-known events to which they refer. In Book X of his Epigrams, composed between 95 and 98, he mentions celebrating his fifty-seventh birthday; hence he was born on March 1 (x. 24) 38, 39, 40 or 41 AD, under Caligula or Claudius. His place of birth was Augusta Bilbilis (now Calatayud) in Hispania Tarraconensis. His parents, Fronto and Flaccilla, appear to have died in his youth.
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Born in Honolulu, Hawaii, Obama is a graduate of Columbia University and Harvard Law School, where he was the president of the Harvard Law Review. He was a community organizer in Chicago before earning his law degree. He worked as a civil rights attorney in Chicago and taught constitutional law at the University of Chicago Law School from 1992 to 2004. He served three terms representing the 13th District in the Illinois Senate from 1997 to 2004.
Following an unsuccessful bid against the Democratic incumbent for a seat in the United States House of Representatives in 2000, Obama ran for the United States Senate in 2004. Several events brought him to national attention during the campaign, including his victory in the March 2004 Illinois Democratic primary for the Senate election and his keynote address at the Democratic National Convention in July 2004. He won election to the U.S. Senate in Illinois in November 2004. His presidential campaign began in February 2007, and after a close campaign in the 2008 Democratic Party presidential primaries against Hillary Rodham Clinton, he won his party's nomination. In the 2008 presidential election, he defeated Republican nominee John McCain, and was inaugurated as president on January 20, 2009. Nine months later, Obama was named the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize laureate. In April 2011, he announced that he would be running for re-election in 2012.
One more seduction
A silver cup
A brand new trophy
You're on her shelf
She'll give you sure signs
She'll cut you slack
And once you've entered
You can't come back
A grand illusion
Clear skies above
Another conquest
Another victim of love
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
Your next victory baby
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
I can't wait to see, baby
She's magic, she's mystical
A work of art, a miracle
She's magic, she's mystical
A work of art, a miracle
She'll pull you under
It's worth the price
Lightning and thunder
Don't blink your eyes
A doublecross, yeah
Is all you get
She'll light you up and put you out
Just like a cigarette
She will confuse you
And gently bruise
Another ploy
Another victim of love
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
Your next victory baby
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
I can't wait to see, baby
She's magic, she's mystical
A work of art, a miracle
She's magic, she's mystical
A work of art, a miracle
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
Your next victory baby
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
I can't wait to see, baby
She's magic, she's mystical
A work of art, a miracle
She's magic, she's mystical
There's a story in your eyes
And I can see that you're surprised
Cause you didn't have to say a single word
There's a sadness on your face
And your smile can't hide a trace
Of the sorrow that you're keeping to yourself
Love can fade away into thin air
But everything goes round and love begins again
Love begins again
Don't you want another shot at it
Love begins again
And I wanna be a part of it
A part of love again
There's a love inside of you
But you're not sure what to do
Cause you're so afraid to hurt his way again
There's a spark inside your soul, girl
You gotta let it grow till your scars all heal
You'll always be the same
Love can disappear without a trace
But everything goes round and love begins again
Love begins again
Don't you want another shot at it
Love begins again
And I wanna be a part of it
A part of love again
Everybody's got a cross to bear
Everybody's got a broken heart to mend
Why don't you take me home
Let's share this time and maybe
We can find the way that love
Love begins again
Love begins again
Don't you want another shot at it
Love begins again
And I wanna be a part of it
So many girls I could love
Who do I choose?
You see I’m so dazed and confused
And time after time
I've misread the signs
So how can I know that it's you
Girl, I know
First love, first love
When the shadows are gone
Still be deep in the arms
Of your first love
Take me out of the cold
Body and soul
With your first love
Girl, I want to be your first
First love, first love
Who knows when you’re right
Or you're wrong
You win and you lose
But I never felt love this strong
I've taken the way with winners and fools
So how can I know that it's you
Girl I know
First love, first love
When the shadows are gone
Still be deep in the arms
Of your first love
Take me out of the cold
Body and soul
With your first love
Girl, I want to be your first
First love, first love
Some see love as now
I see love forever
First love, first love
When the shadows are gone
Still be deep in the arms
Of your first love
Take me out of the cold
Body and soul
With your first love
Girl, I want to be your first
Oh, you go the gift of persuasive eyes
Yeah, right in the open with no disguise
No one knows what's behind those eyes
All in all, it doesn't matter
When everybody wants you
With those eyes
You make me do anything you want
With those eyes
You make em dance to your tune
With those eyes
You get the best of all situations
Baby, with your beautiful brown eyes
It comes so easy
Yes, you are the master of ease and please
Oh yes, you set the pace fast and then you tease
On and on, just like an endless dream
Nobody ever gets to you
All in all, it doesn't matter
When everybody wants you
With those eyes
You make em do anything you want
With those eyes
You make em dance to your tune
With those eyes
You get the best of all situations
Baby, with your beautiful brown eyes
It comes so easy
Oh, you got the gift
You got those beautiful eyes
Oh yeah, right in the open, with no disguise
No one knows what's behind those eyes
All in all, it doesn't matter
When everybody wants you
With those eyes
You make em do anything you want
With those eyes
You make em dance to your tune
With those eyes
You get the best of all situations
Baby, with your beautiful brown eyes