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Set in the closed and poisonous world of an isolated private school for boys, Dartworth takes us deep into the power structures in the school, where the boys operate a counter world entirely of their own making and within the Prefects control. When Julian Mitchell, self-proclaimed anarchist, is forced into this world his ideas and actions begin to unravel the framework of which this proud and stoic institution is built on. The students are unwillingly forced to bond together to bring about the downfall of their arch rival Mr Darren 'The Spider' Twine. When their prank goes horribly wrong the battle between the Prefects and Mitchell becomes a race to survive as the police begin to uncover the truth.
Anarchy has a home
...forgive us our sins...as we punish those who sin against us.
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Based on the true story of Lindy Chamberlain. During a camping trip to Ayers Rock in outback Australia, she claimed that she witnessed a dingo stealing her baby daughter, Azaria, from the family tent. Azaria's body was never found. Police noted some apparent inconsistencies in her story, and she was charged with murder. The case attracted a lot of attention, turning an investigation into a media circus, with the public divided in their opinions.
Keywords: afi, apology, australian-aboriginal, australian-outback, ayers-rock, baby, based-on-novel, based-on-true-story, blonde, blonde-child
A family torn apart. A public filled with outrage. A woman accused of murder.
Lindy Chamberlain: The dingo's got my baby!
Michael Chamberlain: I don't think a lot of people realise how important innocence is to innocent people.
Lindy Chamberlain: I'm told, "Don't talk like you normally talk. Watch how you hold your mouth. You look too sour and crabby. Don't get angry. Don't ask too many questions, or they think you're trying to be smart. And never, never, never laugh or you're an uncaring bitch." Well, I can't cry to order, and I won't be squashed into some dumb act for the public... or for you.
Lindy Chamberlain: Look, Mr. Barker. I wasn't there. I can only go on the evidence of my own eyes. We're talking about my baby daughter... not some object!
Lindy Chamberlain: [after being released from prison] Hello Kahlia. Hello darling. Don't you look lovely - such a pretty dress.::Kahlia, 4 years: [Shy] Mummy made it in gaol.::Michael Chamberlain: This is Mummy, darling. She's back.::Kahlia, 4 years: Real mummy?::Michael Chamberlain: Real mummy.
Lindy Chamberlain: I saw you this afternoon. Gone up the rock with a baby in a backpack. Carried a six-pack; I thought you were cracked!::Greg Lowe: It's bloody thirsty work climbin'.::Michael Chamberlain: You know Greg, the worst thing for a thirst is alcohol.::Greg Lowe: Aw, you gotta be jokin' mate, the worst thing for a thirst is sand!
Michael Chamberlain: No, you're right, it's exactly the same model as mine.::Les Smith: Have a look at what Webber found under the dash!
Lindy Chamberlain: Crikey, how's yer kidneys?
Cliff Murchison: Was that Michael's brother?::Lindy Chamberlain: Can you believe it, the rumours are in New Zealand already!::Cliff Murchison: A lie goes 'round the world while truth's still putting its boots on, sweetheart.
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Karl Westover, an inexperienced farm boy, runs away after unintentionally killing a neighbor, whose family pursues him for vengeance. He meets Barbarosa, a gunman of near-mythical proportions, who is himself in danger from his father-in-law Don Braulio, a wealthy Mexican rancher. Don Braulio wants Barbarosa dead for marrying his daughter against the father's will. Barbarosa reluctantly takes the clumsy Karl on as a partner, as both of them look to survive the forces lining up against them.
Keywords: bandit, character-name-in-title, chase, colt-.45, cowboy, cowboy-boots, cowboy-hat, cowboy-shirt, cowboys-and-outlaws, dark-comedy
Karl: I killed a fella back in Texas. A big damn fella too.::Barbarosa: Well, old Sam Colt makes everybody just about the same size.::Karl: I didn't shoot him. I hit him with a tree limb.
[Barbarosa has just killed a Mexican bounty hunter]::Barbarosa: I can't teach you people a damn thing.
Barbarosa: Always stand still until you're done shooting. Nothin' scares a man more than for you to be standin' still when you should be runnin' like a spotted assed ape.
[to a young Mexican gunfighter]::Barbarosa: You ain't got enough ass in your britches to pull the trigger on Barbarosa.
Barbarosa: Drop those saddlebags and help me up, dammit!::[Karl drops the bags over the cliff]::Barbarosa: Why'd you drop them down there?::Karl: Well, you said to drop them and help you!::Barbarosa: We already been down there!::[Rain starts to fall]::Barbarosa: Why don't you go ahead and just rain on me then?
Karl: Are you all right?::Barbarosa: No, I ain't all right! Do I look all right?::Karl: Well, you look better than you did when you was at the bottom of that grave.
Barbarosa: Did you have bad trouble back there.::Karl Westover: Yes, sir.::Barbarosa: Well, the Mexicans got a saying - what cannot be remedied must be endured.
[Don Baulio has chosen the next one to go after Barabarosa]::Don Braulio Zuvalla: Eduardo. You are the one. You will go after Barabarosa. Will you know him?::Eduardo: Si, I will know him. From the songs we sing and the stories we tell, I will know him.::Don Braulio Zuvalla: Kill him; kill this Barbarosa. Bring me his cojones. Bring them to me on a stick so we can see them and honor you.
[Barbarosa and Karl are surrounded by bandits]::Angel: You are on my road, senor.::Barbarosa: This is your road? I don't see any signs. You see any signs, farm boy? You should put up a sign; this is my road.::Angel: Signs? Look around you, there are signs everywhere (nods toward armed bandits). Maybe you don't know who I am.::Barbarosa: I think I recognize you. You're Mr. Shit.::Angel: I am Angel Morales.::Barbarosa: Do you know who I am?::Angel: Si, senor; I know who you are.::Barbarosa: (to Karl) We might be in a little trouble here.
[Morales is talking to his parents]::Angel: [to Karl] My father says you stopped Barbarosa from robbing him.::Barbarosa: Yeah, I was goin' to rob your pitiful old daddy and then shoot that squawkin' old woman just for spite!
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The story of two New York City police officers, one white and one black, their ambush and murder by black revolutionaries and the efforts to hunt down and capture their killers.
Keywords: based-on-book
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Lorelei and Dorothy are just "Two Little Girls from Little Rock", lounge singers on a transatlantic cruise, working their way to Paris, and enjoying the company of any eligible men they might meet along the way, even though "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend." Based on the Broadway musical based on the novel.
Keywords: accordion, accordion-player, airport, animate-object, athlete, atlantic-ocean, backstage, bare-chested-male, based-on-novel, based-on-stage-musical
The Two M-M-Marvels Of Our Age In The Wonder Musical Of The World!
Lorelei Lee: I want you to find happiness and stop having fun.
Lady Beekman: You'll find I mean business!::Dorothy Shaw: Oh, really? Then why are you wearing that hat?
Dorothy Shaw: I like a man who can run faster than I can.
Dorothy Shaw: In bed by nine? That's when life just begins!
[Dorothy is admiring some athletes]::Gus Esmond: Dorothy Shaw. I want you to remember you're supposed to be the chaperone on this trip.::Dorothy Shaw: Now lets get this straight, Gus. The chaperone's job is to see that nobody else has any fun. Nobody chaperone's the chaperone. That's why I'm so right for this job.
Lorelei Lee: Dorothy. Mr. Esmond and I are getting married.::Dorothy Shaw: To each other?::Gus Esmond: Of course to each other. Who else to?::Dorothy Shaw: Well, I don't know about you Gus, but I always figured Lorelei would end up with the Secretary of the Treasury.
Dorothy Shaw: [singing] Bye bye baby. Remember you're my baby when they give you the eye.
Dorothy Shaw: [singing] When love goes wrong, nothing goes right. This one thing, I know.::Lorelei Lee: [singing] When love goes wrong, a man take flight.::Dorothy Shaw: [singing] And women get uppity-oh.
Dorothy Shaw: [singing] I like a beautiful hunk of man. But I'm no physical culture fan. Ain't there anyone here for love?
Henry Spofford III: Hello.::Lorelei Lee: Oh, Mr Spoffard. Would you please give me a hand? I'm sort of stuck!::Henry Spofford III: Are you a burglar?::Lorelei Lee: Heaven's no! The steward locked me in. I was waiting for a friend.::Henry Spofford III: Why didn't you ring for him?::Lorelei Lee: I didn't think of it. Isn't that silly?::Henry Spofford III: If you were a burglar, and I helped you escape...::Lorelei Lee: Please help me before somebody comes along.::Henry Spofford III: I'm thinking.
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A ruthless Union captain is renowned throughout his prison fort as the toughest soldier in the business, capable of capturing every escaped convict under his supervision. However, when he falls in love with a visiting woman some of the prisoners seize the advantage and try to escape while he is in a more "mellow" mood.
Keywords: ambush, american-civil-war, bare-chested-male, capture, cavalry, confederate, escape, manhunt, native-american, officer
Capt. Roper: Did you fire that shot?::Cabot Young: Yep!::Capt. Roper: In any other place than this, I'd thank you.::Cabot Young: In any other place, you wouldn't get the chance!::Capt. Roper: Keep the gun!
Cabot Young: You must have missed!::Campbell: Naw, we just killed the same one twice! [takes aim and shoots Indian off his pony with one shot] See what I mean?
Capt. Roper: When you're in the grave, Beecher, it doesn't matter too much how you got there.::Lt. Beecher: Well, I think it matters. I think it does.::Capt. Roper: Write the War Department.
SIMS
I been making my story while they waiting on glory
They speak with strays and got a lot to blame
Hey, alright okay
You still yelling out without nothing to say, huh?
What, you tryna stop the rain?
It won't let up
There's no set up
It's only meta
Hey, alright okay
Strictly for the flame, I'm like fuck the fame, huh
When it all comes tumbling down
The man bui, t with rubble while you fumbled your crown
Hey, alright okay
'Cause everything is that way, okay?
CECIL
We share the road with a mutual lack of shame
We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain
Dancing for acid rain
Fanning the flames underneath us
Hoping it'll reach us
Coping with the teacups full of storms
Mean mugs full of hate
We trudge through the storm
We love to relate
Affiliate
Fake? Never, no way
We shake out of our skin and make the great escape
But wait,
I need a little less in my headphones.
No wait,
I need a little more in my headphones.
No wait,
Man, I think I'll just head home
Headstrong, reciting every word on my headstone
STEF (Hook)
Let it go
Let it roll on past
Don't hold back
Understand it's over before you know
Let it go
Let it roll on past
Don't hold back (x2)
Yeah, and I'm feeling like fresh new trash
Top of the can, out of the bag
And scattered all over everything
Nothing can last
Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path
Clear of the garbage, hardly
Boss me soft
Watch me scoff
Toss me, I just laugh
Heavily cough
Stop never, ain't no shakin' me off
I chainsaw walls
Laws for the rich ain't for me yet
'Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings making bets
You by your lonely making threats
Let you scar my open arms
Try and teach my open head
How to turn yours
Burn more
I just keep the floors full
Unlocked, no score kept
No bullshit
DESSA
I been boom
I been bust
I rep Doom
'Til I'm dust
And yes, this shit rumbles and rusts
But the engine still runs
We're all friends, here, all love
Why don't you roll with us?
A passion, a purpose, a business
It's personal
Witness the curse as it's written with crossed t's and dotted I's
Not allotted lotta time
Gotta try and get your lines right
Don't mind that sinister sky
Just let the spinnaker fly.
MIKE
We get our songs out
And what we got is what we got
No amount of food is Falling out the side of our mouth
Rhymes come out and the food goes in
If we flop then we don't win
The label takes and L
This isn't indie rap
This is ten years
Stress and tears
Sweat and fears
Acceptance from our friends and peers
And everything that's got us here
It's written on my face
You can see it when I close my eyes
And sing a Dessa Darling line
The realest thing I never wrote
Quote me any time
"It's win, lose, or tie"
Still Doomtree 'til I die
Even after death and dirt
Let 'em know who said it first, then put it on your favorite shirt
Rap won't save you
Sell 'em absolution with a verse.