Plot
In 14th-century England, a young monk breaks his vow of chastity and flees the wrath of his bishop and fellow monks. A fugitive priest, he then witnesses the murder of a traveling performer--and subsequently, the mourning of actor by his fellow troupe members. He eventually becomes initiated into the troupe as a player, replacing the murdered man. They travel from town to town performing their standard morality play. They arrive in a town where a boy has been killed and a young deaf-mute girl has been imprisoned for the crime--sentenced to death for witchcraft and murder. Discarding the expected bible stories, the actors stage a performance based on the crime. Through the performance of the play, they discover that the townspeople know the young woman did not, in fact, commit the murder. The stage becomes a place where vital human truth is told. Thus, simultaneously, the fugitive priest comes to terms with his own crime and makes a powerful sacrifice, thereby redeeming himself.
Keywords: 1380s, 14th-century, acting, actor, ad-lib, adultery, amateur-detective, arrest, art, axel
The truth shall come to light
Lord De Guise: Do you really believe that your God has the power to protect you?::Nicholas: No. Nor the inclination.::Lord De Guise: Ah. Then what kind of God is that?::Nicholas: The kind who allows innocent children to be murdered.
Lord De Guise: You want to know why... I did what I did? Because I wanted to... and because... I could.
[first lines]::Nicholas: Seek those things that are above, not those things that are upon the earth.
Martin: There's a friend of ours we'd like to have buried.::Priest: Dead I trust. [laughs]
[last lines]::Martin: Stephen, straw, load up the cart. We have to be off, to Donum, to perform our new play.::Martin: Let's go...
Nicholas: [explaining why he's on the lam] I lay with a woman of my parish, another man's wife.::Sarah: [about priesthood] I thought that came with the job.
Plot
Hilarious but sadly unappreciated would-be sitcom about a conniving head janitor known only as Straw who secretly manipulates the affairs of a non-descript New York City office building for his own personal gain. In the pilot episode, he seeks to improve working conditions for himself and his staff by stealing toilet paper from the Chief Executive Officers of the Board.
Keywords: sitcom, unsold-tv-series-pilot
Plot
After discovering the body of a murdered female agent in their trendy Soho, London nightclub, groovy owners Charles Salt and Christopher Pepper partake in a fumbling investigation and uncover an evil plot to overthrow the government. Can our cool, yet inept duo stop the bad guys in time?
Keywords: buddy, buddy-comedy, character-name-in-title, espionage, interracial-friendship, london-england, nightclub, nightclub-owner, nightclub-singer, nude-woman-murdered
They held the fate of the world in their hands -- and dropped it!
Meet London's Hippest Spies!
London's coolest cats take on England's craziest criminals!
Straw is an agricultural by-product, the dry stalks of cereal plants, after the grain and chaff have been removed. Straw makes up about half of the yield of cereal crops such as barley, oats, rice, rye and wheat. It has many uses, including fuel, livestock bedding and fodder, thatching and basket-making. It is usually gathered and stored in a straw bale, which is a bundle of straw tightly bound with twine or wire. Bales may be square, rectangular, or round, depending on the type of baler used.
Current and historic uses of straw include:
Kalki Koechlin Kashyup (Kalki kōcalina kāśayūpī) (born 9 January 1983) is an Indian film actress of French descent who debuted in Anurag Kashyap's critically acclaimed Hindi film Dev.D. She also works as a screenwriter. She played the character of Chandramukhi in Dev.D, which is a modern take on Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay's Bengali novella Devdas and eventually won the Filmfare Award for Best Supporting Actress for it (2009). Kalki next featured in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara which was commercially and critically successful, she was nominated in the Filmfare Award for Best Supporting Actress category (2011).
Her father Joel Koechlin hitchhiked to India from France, 38 years ago and met her mother Francoise Armandie at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Auroville nearPondicherry. Her parents are devotees of Sri Aurobindo. Eventually they settled in moved to Kallatty, a village near Ooty, where he established a business of a designing hang-gliders and microlight aircrafts, and Kalki was born here Her ancestor Maurice Koechlin, was a French structural engineer, designed the Eiffel Tower .
in the midst of changing times
I look around and fear unknowns
fear changes in my mind
we're seeing all this change
we're hearing promises
but will these changing days
mean a bright new tomorrow?
In my mind
in my mind it's all the same
when assumptions of the past
come crumbling down like berlin walls
and everything we thought would last
becomes nothing at all
evil empires fade away
and all the fears we knew dissolve
but will these changing days
mean a bright new tomorrow?
In my mind
in my mind
it's all the same
and if I close my eyes
If I learned to sing I would in a telephone booth.
Urine, junk and chewing gum looking down on my street.
I'm cracking up I'm happy you noticed.
I wrote a song for all of us I forgot how it feels.
I am a weird superman.
I could not fly but on alcohol I can leap tall buildings.
I'm indestructible yeah you could try but I'm a weird superman.
I have been called.
I have been called.
I'm giving up I'm going under.
She said "I really loved your early stuff"
Wait here for the sequel I'm throwing up.
I'm happy you noticed.
Erode a song for all of us.
I forgot how it feels.
I am a weird superman.
I could not fly but on alcohol I can leap tall buildings.
I'm indestructible yeah you could try but I'm a weird superman.
I have been called.
You won't find out.
You won't find out anyway.
You won't find out because I've bean using my x-ray.
I see through you.
You see through me.
But that's OK (maybe).
I am a weird superman.
I could not fly but on alcohol I can leap tall buildings.
I'm indestructible yeah you could try but I'm a weird superman.
I have been called.
The door was open so she lay down on a rug.
"You policeman you do to many drugs..."
She took her shirt off and said "This is a bust..."
I put my hands up but got trampled in the rush.
And then she dared me to guess what her mother had said on her deathbed.
It was "Dracula has risen from the Grave".
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Now come on.
Oh yeah.
Now come on.
Oh yeah.
So why don't you bite me?
Oh yeah.
Why don't you bite me?
Oh yeah.
I lost my direction, something came up.
My 'resurrection' wasn't top of the pop-ups.
She made me blush so I hid beneath the rug.
"I'd like to help you but you do too many drugs..."
And then she dared me to guess what her mother had said on her deathbed.
It was "Dracula has risen from the Grave".
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Has risen from the grave.
Oh yeah.
Now come on.
Oh yeah.
Now come on.
Oh yeah.
So why don't you bite me?
Oh yeah.
Why don't you bite me?
Oh yeah.
The handcuffs were on but the jury was out.
When she read me my rights she took everything down.
And it scares me to think where her truncheon was found.
But I've got the polaroids and it's freaking me out.
Because she's handing them out.
Oh yeah.
Now Come on.
Oh yeah.
Everybody swears at me and you.
Everybody swears you know they do.
You know they do.
I woke up to howling sunlight.
Prayed for the morning silence to end.
Based on my favourite pastime.
I'm going to kill your boyfriend.
I will wait till summer's over.
I will waste away till somehow overdone.
I'm gone.
Long gone.
But is that all?
I'm going to kill your boyfriend.
I'm going to kill your boyfriend.
Summer's like broken winter.
Watching the people fade from view.
Keep passing the open windows.
I guess I'm still falling out with you.
I will wait till summer's over.
I will waste away till somehow overdone.
I'm gone.
Long gone.
But is that all?
If I choose not to do.
I don't need nobody.
If I choose not to do.
I don't need nobody else.
I'm unhappy with myself
Happy with myself.
Unhappy with myself.
Happy with myself.
Happy with myself.
Happy with myself.
Somehow overdone.
I was falling over.
I was comatose.
I was drinking it in tomorrow.
I was stealing poses.
I was seeing ghosts.
I was looking to shake my shadow.
Confusing myself.
Choosing the short straw.
I'm moving to hell.
I'll send you a postcard.
Feeling unwell.
Even the nurse reminds me of you.
This is the last day of the war.
This is the last day I will want to fight with you.
This is the last day of the war.
Don't blame it on me.
I was floating over.
I was overdosed.
I wasn't planning on going solo.
Now I'm slipping under.
Now my eyes are closed.
I was dreaming about the photo.
Confusing myself.
They're shooting the wrong horse.
I'm moving to hell.
Going to send you a postcard.
Being unwell.
Feeling the nurse reminds me of you.
This is the last day of the war.
This is the last day I will want to fight with you.
This is the last day of the war.
Don't blame it on me.
Don't blame it on me.
This is my reward.
Don't blame it on me.
This is my reward.
Don't blame it on me.
This is my reward.
Don't blame it on me.
This is my reward.
Let me make a fashion statement.
I don't like that shirt you're wearing.
You stand around here looking vacant.
It seems to me you're way past caring.
I'm trying hard to save your bacon.
Time and time again you're taking taking.
Taking me shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
A starring role in crown court.
Shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
A starring role in crown court.
When you make your opening statement.
You've got to let me hear a suspended sentence.
Let me make a closing statement.
You get me off and I'll make the payments.
Payments by taking you shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
Shoplifting you go.
A starring role in crown court.
Shoplifting we go.
Shoplifting we go.
Shoplifting we go.
Choose between the sunburn and the blues.
Scrape the suncream from my undone shoes.
Like the surfers I'll be bored again.
Hate in truth it's a formula I use.
Watch the waves cut me in two.
Been kicking sand into our faces again.
Soon I'll be opening the wounds.
I'll be singing out of tune.
No change there then just indifference.
This is the soundtrack of the summer.
Everybody said we were happy going nowhere.
The soundtrack of the summer.
You've got to sing along just to get the damn thing over.
Cruise it's a missile I could use.
To detonate our last excuse.
Inflate the lilo drifting out to sea.
Summertime the tide is rising.
I close my eyes see tampons floating by.
Just you and I.
Hitting the gulf stream.
As we wave goodnight.
This is the soundtrack of the summer.
Everybody said we were happy going nowhere.
The soundtrack of the summer.
You've got to sing along just to get the damn thing over.
You in silence, me in silence, the ice creams melted in my hand.
You in silence, me in silence.
We're never going to find our way out of here.
This is the soundtrack of the summer.
Everybody said we were happy going nowhere.
The soundtrack of the summer.
You've got to sing along just to get the damn thing over.
Are we going nowhere?
Are we going nowhere?
At least it's somewhere.
Are we going nowhere?
Are we going nowhere?
For today I bought an aeroplane.
I flew away.
All I need now is a name to appraise.
A kind of liturgy, a claim to fame.
Book me a window seat and I closed my eyes and she came.
Does anybody care to see why.
Everybody here's so happy?
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa I can't stay.
I dreamed today I boarded a frequent flyer.
And had my wicked way.
Recline a window seat.
I closed my eyes and she came.
But it's uncommon courtesy.
Now everybody here seems happy.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa I cant stay.
Danke fräulein, schöne scheinwerfer liebchen, auf wiedersehen.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa I can't stay.
Singing auf wiedersehen.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa go where you want to go.
Lufthansa I can't stay.
Singing auf wiedersehen.
Singing auf wiedersehen.
Singing auf wiedersehen.
Real lies.
Real life.
Real photos.
And they're in black and white.
Real love.
Real life.
Like in My Guy Annual 1979.
I have a souvenir momento of you.
The bitter taste of sick in my mouth will do.
I want to remember.
To forget.
I don't want to remember.
To forget.
I just want to remember.
To forget.
Everything we said last night.
To forget you.
To forget you.
To forget you.
Real lies.
Readers wives.
Weary photos.
And wearing red black and white.
Real love.
Real life.
Can we watch them burn 400 farenheit?
I have a souvenir momento of you.
The bitter taste of sick in my mouth will do.
I don't want to remember.
To forget.
I don't want to remember.
To forget.
I want to dismember.
And forget.
Everything we said last night.
I don't want to remember.
To forget.
I don't want to remember.
To forget.
I want to remember.
To forget.
Everything we said last night.
To forget you.
To forget you.
To forget you.
And I hope you remember me.
So I can ignore you.
I'm wasted at closing time.
There's only lovers left alive.
Counting the corpses eyes.
Washed up on the morning tide.
Taking it easy.
Taking you home.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
To you.
Watching the forum lights.
Watching the Tom Jones look unlikely.
This is the end in sight.
The beautiful friend turns ugly.
Making it easy.
Making it home.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
To you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
We don't belong to you.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Come on.
Come on.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Sing along.
Come on.
Come on.
We don't belong to you.
He said I'll never be the face on a magazine.
I hate my clothes and my hair and my genes.
Type it out with 40, 000 chimpanzees.
And come and play the muppet that looks like me and my friends and everyone else who knows me.
Always a pleasure never a chore.
A red light flashing on and off for applause.
Comfort blanket for the open sores of my friends and everyone else who knows me.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
Everybody wants to be my special friend oh joy.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
An anthem for the low in self-esteem oh boy.
Guess I'm pretty anxious of anxiety.
But this is a place that we all must be.
But you and I will never be blessed with the best of the rest and the 50 worst dressed of the decade.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
Everybody wants to be my special friend oh joy.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
An anthem for the low in self-esteem oh boy.
We sing a song of freedom for the low in self-esteem.
Surf a lowly singdom for the low in self-esteem.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
Everybody wants to be my special friend oh joy.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
An anthem for the low in self-esteem oh joy.
Everybody loves me.
Always thinking of me.
An anthem for the low in self-esteem oh boy.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
I'm bored.
All aboard.
All aboard.
All aboard.
All aboard.
All aboard.
All aboard.
If we get dropped I will sail out the window.
Clutching the artwork to my debut single.
We'll fly past the helicopter high over St. Pauls.
Head for the ocean I will live with the seagulls.
I don't want to talk about it I'm just glad we've failed.
I'm living the highlife for you.
I'd burn down the highrise for you yeah.
I'm moving to California.
Well that's what I'm telling my friends.
If we get dropped I will bail out the window.
Absail to safety on a master tape spindle.
We'll live off the driftwood and the cash from the social.
We'll join hands together we'll go walk in the ocean.
I don't want to talk about it I'm just glad we've failed.
I'm living the highlife for you yeah.
I'd burn down the highrise for you yeah.
I'm moving to California.
At least that's what I'm telling my friends.
So bye bye UK.
This is Disneyland.
So bye bye UK.
This is Disneyland.
I don't want to talk about it I'm just glad we've failed.
I'm living the highlife for you yeah.
I'd burn down the highrise for you yeah.
I'm moving to California.
At least that's what I'm telling my friends.
So bye bye UK.
This is Disneyland.
So bye bye UK.
I'm moving to California.