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Corradio Augias (born 26 January 1935) is an Italian journalist, writer and TV host. He was also briefly a member of the European Parliament in 1994–1999 for the Democratic Party of the Left.
Born in Rome, Augias became popular in Italy as host of several shows dealing with mysteries and cases of the past, such as Telefono giallo and Enigma. His current show is Le storie. Diario italiano, aired in the morning by Rai 3.
As writer, Augias issued a series of crime novels set in the early 20th century and others. His other works include several essays about peculiar features of the world's most important cities: I segreti di ("The Secrets of...") Rome, Paris, New York and London. In 2006, in collaboration with scholar Mauro Pesce, he published a work dealing with the gospel's description of the life of Jesus (Inchiesta su Gesù), which was a bestseller in Italy. This work received a succinct response from Pietro Ciavarella and Valerio Bernardi in their Risposta a Inchiesta su Gesù (Edizioni GBU, 2007)[1].
Morgan Freeman (born June 1, 1937) is an American actor, film director, aviator and narrator. Freeman has received Academy Award nominations for his performances in Street Smart, Driving Miss Daisy, The Shawshank Redemption and Invictus and won in 2005 for Million Dollar Baby. He has also won a Golden Globe Award and a Screen Actors Guild Award. Freeman has appeared in many other box office hits, including Unforgiven, Glory, Seven, Deep Impact, The Sum of All Fears, Bruce Almighty, Batman Begins, March of the Penguins, The Bucket List, Wanted, The Dark Knight, and RED.
Morgan Freeman was born in Memphis, Tennessee, the son of Mayme Edna (née Revere), a teacher, and Morgan Porterfield Freeman, a barber who died April 27, 1961, from cirrhosis. He has three older siblings. Freeman was sent as an infant to his paternal grandmother in Charleston, Mississippi. His family moved frequently during his childhood, living in Greenwood, Mississippi; Gary, Indiana; and finally Chicago, Illinois. Freeman made his acting debut at age 9, playing the lead role in a school play. He then attended Broad Street High School, later named Threadgill Elementary School, in Mississippi. At age 12, he won a statewide drama competition, and while still at Broad Street High School, he performed in a radio show based in Nashville, Tennessee. In 1955, he graduated from Broad Street, but turned down a partial drama scholarship from Jackson State University, opting instead to work as a mechanic in the United States Air Force.
Morgan Page is an American progressive house and electro house DJ from Los Angeles. His most widely recognized tracks are "The Longest Road", "Fight for You" and "In the Air". Morgan has received two Grammy nominations; a personal nomination for best remix with Nadia Ali and in 2009 his song was nominated for best remix (The Longest Road – Deadmau5 Remix). Page is signed to Nettwerk Records worldwide.
Morgan Page was born in 1981, in Burlington, Vermont, and went to Champlain Valley Union High School. Originally signed to the now defunct Fiji Recordings in 1999, Page went on to record for John Digweed's Bedrock label, Satoshi Tomiie's SAW imprint, Force Tracks, and Nordic Trax. Prior to graduating from high school, Page did a weekly show at WRUV 90.1 FM in Burlington, Vermont, then worked as a DJ and station manager at WERS 88.9 FM at Emerson College in Boston, where he attended school. In addition to his original productions, Page has remixed Nadia Ali, Regina Spektor, Madonna, Katy Perry, Meiko, Adam Lambert, Greg Laswell Ashley Tisdale, Nelly Furtado, Stevie Nicks, The B-52s, T. Rex, Uh Huh Her, Tegan and Sara, Coldplay, Korn, Wax Poetic feat. Norah Jones, The Submarines, Jeffree Star and Camila Grey.
Sultan and Ned Shepard are a Canadian electronic music duo who frequently collaborate in record production, songwriting, and remixing.
All remixes listed have been released on the respective song's official remix EP unless noted otherwise.
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Rabidus is an independent film inspired by actual events. Jackie is a troubled woman who suffers from rage attacks that seemingly have no basis. These attacks often place Jackie, and anyone attached to her, in grave danger. Jackie craves Power and limitless Beauty and will stop at nothing to achieve both.
The unorthodox psychologist is forced to choose between his over dependent patients and his fiancée.
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Halifax Chronicle-Herald newspaper reporter Judith Cass is in Frankfurt attending a book fair, she there to write an article on up and coming Canadian author Jonathan Matthews who is writing a book rumored to be of major historical significance. Judith's story takes a major turn when Jonathan, during the fair's opening night party, collapses and dies. The police later report that Jonathan was poisoned to death. Jonathan had a personal history with publisher Marsha Hillier, Judith's friend who is also at the fair to promote the yet unfinished book of her star author, Margaret Dourie Cantor. Jonathan's murder is the latest but worst of Marsha's problems at the fair. Marsha has also been having problems with Margaret and Margaret's agent, Martin Barrett - who was also Jonathan's agent - about Margaret's inaccessibility to the book fair's buyers and the questionable quality of the chapters she's written thus far. Judith, looking for the answers to Jonathan's murder in wanting a good story but also to help her friend Marsha, works with Ernst Murnau, the Frankfurt police inspector assigned to the case. They all figure that the answers to Jonathan's murder may be found somewhere in his manuscript.
Keywords: based-on-book
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From the sight of a police officer this movie depicts the life in New York's infamous South Bronx. In the center is "Fort Apache", as the officers call their police station, which really seems like an outpost in enemy's country. The story follows officer Murphy, who seems to be a tuff cynic, but in truth he's a moralist with a sense for justice.
Keywords: bar, bigotry, borough-name-in-title, bronx-new-york-city, childbirth, cockfighting, cop-killer, corrupt-cop, drug-addiction, drugs
15 minutes from Manhattan there's a place where even the cops fear to tread. [UK Theatrical]
No Cowboys, No Indians, No Cavalry To The Rescue, Only A Cop.
Murphy: What is this, the gunfight at the O.K. Corral?::Finley: As long as there's cop killers around, pal, I'm gonna be ready.::Murphy: It don't make no difference how many guns you got. You only got two hands.
Corelli: Look on the bright side, though. We get our names in the papers, right? We're gonna be real serious on t.v. Hey, you know, with your good looks, maybe you get to ball an anchor lady.::Murphy: Yeah?::Corelli: Yeah.::Murphy: Not with my luck. If it was raining anchor ladies, I'd get hit with Walter Cronkite.
Corelli: That's a nice coat. How'd you like me to cut it open, let all the rats out.::Pimp: This coat cost more than you make in a year, motherfucker.::Murphy: He knows your name.::Corelli: Told you I was famous.
Murphy: You want to go out tonight, have a drink?::Isabella: Two hundred cops ask me out every day. Why should I say yes to you?::Murphy: Cause you say yes to all the others.::Isabella: Well I guess that makes you the only cop in the Bronx I say no to.
Connolly: Your Precinct has the worst absentee record in the city, the most disability claims, the highest percentage of men on sick call, the least convictions per arrest, and you want me to believe there are no men on the take!::Dugan: So they toss a numbers runner for a couple of dollars, turn a pimp upside down for a little loose change, there's nobody getting rich up here.::Connolly: There's nobody doing anything up here that I can see, these men aren't motivated::Dugan: Motivated ? This is Siberia, Connolly. 65% of the men up here have been transferred. We've got the connivers, the slobs, the shirkers, Guys who beat up the wrong Guinea. Gave a diplomat a parking ticket, screwed a big mouth hooker or shook down the wrong peddler::Connolly: There are plenty of good police officers under your command, you're the one that's falling down on the job::Dugan: Yeah that's right, Blame Dugan! Sure let the politicians and everyone else off the hook, Blame Dugan, that's the easy way. You got a 40-block area with 70,000 people packed in like sardines smelling each others' farts living like cockroaches, and that's Dugan's fault. You got the lowest income per capita, the highest rate of unemployment in the city and that's my fault! Why aren't I out there getting all these people jobs? Largest proportion of non-English speaking population in the city! Dugan's fault, why aren't he out there teaching them to speak English? 4% Spanish speaking cops on the force! Hey Dugan, get your ass out in the barrio and recruit! Families that have been on welfare for three or four generations. Youth Gangs. Winos. Junkies. Pimps! Hookers. Maniacs. Cop-killers...::Connolly: You finished?::Dugan: Yeah, I'm finished. I'm goin' to Florida, Connelly. I'm goin' fishin'. So you can bring up all your computers and your slide rules and all your psychological techniques. I mean this neighborhood'll bury ya. There's enough dirt in this precinct to bury every smart-ass cop in the city!
Connolly: [walking into the precinct for the first time] Captain Duggan's office?::Pantuzzi: [points toward the right without looking up] .::Connolly: Don't you monitor the people who ask to see the commander, Sergeant? What if I was a lunatic with a gun?::Pantuzzi: Then you wouldn't be a police officer Captain Connolly. Or would you?::Connolly: What's your name, Sergeant?::Pantuzzi: Kicking ass and taking names eh Captain? Well I'm Sergeant Anthony Pantuzzi. I have 22 years on the job and I'm ready to retire tomorrow if I get a hard time from my new commander. I'll take the half-pension before I take any crap from anybody.::[pointing again]::Pantuzzi: Captain Duggan's office is over on the right close to the street as he can get.::Connolly: [surprised, yet amused] Thank youuuuu Sergeant.
Morgan: [after Murphy failed to shoot down a purse snatcher who outran him] You'll catch a heart attack before you catch a nigger, Tarzan.::Corelli: What's his problem?::Murphy: He thinks I'm a liberal.
Morgan: Hey Murph, what do you think of that son of a bitch, huh? Connolly. Captain Connolly. That clown they dress up as a cop. That fuckin' banana. I mean, who does he think he's playin' with, some chickenshit rookie? I've been on the job too long, you know what I mean? Yeah, they might get me for coopin'. Or for scorin' a little nookie on the side. Or, maybe even shakin' down a bodega. I never said I was the smartest guy in the world, but when he comes up with this phony witness shit...::Murphy: They *got* witnesses, Einstein.::Morgan: Yeah, deaf and dumb ones, right?::Murphy: Real live ones! The kind that put you away. [Murphy gives him a hard and direct smirk, and walks out of the bar]::Morgan: Hey Murph! Murphy! Murphy, come here! [goes out after Murphy]::Morgan: [confronting Murphy on the street] Murphy! What are you talking about?::Murphy: They got the little chick that was hiding up there behind the junk pile!::Morgan: What chick?::Murphy: Yeah, they got me and Coreli, too... A-Number One police work... Poor kid wasn't botherin' nobody, and you throw him off the roof!::Morgan: You shut the fuck up!::Murphy: You fuckin' creep, I wish I was man enough to turn you in!
Connolly: Any information from the street so far?::Dacey: Are you kidding? Any place else a guy sees a cop get killed, he runs to the phone, here the doors close. Right now there could be five people who know who did this, in a few hours maybe ten maybe more but not us. Up here Captain, cops are like husbands, they're always the last to know.
Theresa: Andy?::Corelli: [sleepily] Hmm?::Theresa: I'm glad we did it.::Corelli: Glad we did what?::Theresa: Wise guy... [pauses, then] Andy?::Corelli: [sleepily] Hmm?::Theresa: Did you enjoy it?::Corelli: [smiles] Yeah, it was all right...::Theresa: It was just all right?::Corelli: Well, there's wasn't enough pepperoni on it, and the anchovies tasted like shoe leather.::Theresa: I didn't mean the pizza, I meant me.::Corelli: [turns over to face her] Oh, you? Yeah. Yeah. [they snuggle closer] But there wasn't enough pepperoni on it, and the anchovies tasted like shoe leather...::Theresa: [laughing] Shut up, just shut up...
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Rugged trail boss and reformed criminal Pike promises his honest wealthy employer Morgan that he will venture across the dessert to deliver $86,000 dollars in payroll money to a ranch in Sonora, Mexico. Pike makes an uneasy alliance with smooth, yet shifty gambler Tyree in order to successfully complete his dangerous mission. During their perilous trek Pike and Tyree encounter desperate prostitute Catherine and her loyal ace martial artist half-breed companion Kashtok. Meanwhile, ruthless bounty hunter Kiefer and numerous greedy others give dogged chase.
Keywords: action-hero, african-american, attempted-rape, bag-of-money, bandit, bar-shootout, black-cowboy, body-count, bounty-hunter, brawl
It Rides With The Great Westerns
The West has never seen a team like this or the hunt that aims to destroy them!
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An Army deserter, still a fugitive in Post-War Britain, wanders into a pawn-shop robbery and finds himself wanted for murder. He meets a war widow who helps him elude the police while he looks for the real criminals.
Keywords: british-noir, deserter, murder, robbery
"CALL ME LIAR -CALL ME CHEAT...I don't care as long as I can hold his love."
A good woman, cheated by a sister's cunning of the love that is rightfully hers, turns cheat herself to win the love back again.
Elisabeth Bergner---magnificent as the woman who fares to steal her sister's life, her love!
TWINS IN FACE AND FEATURE-STRANGERS AT HEART...See the screen's great emotional actress, Elisabeth Bergner, play this sensational double role.
...Frantically she tore the wedding ring from her drowning sister's hand...The ring which should have been hers...
Do you remember what we once were in our youth?
A pair of souls that had not ever once been used.
Do you recall when we said life would never end?
And now that time is gone, into you I descend.
Do you miss me,
miss me at all?
Separated
by rulers and by straws,
and after five years
I heard your face smile
and now I wonder,
do you miss me?
So many days have passed, turned minutes into hours,
and with each dying end, lick envelope to seal.
But don't remember when the moon would silhouette me.
That time is gone, it ends so quickly.
You were my ruby red sun,
You left to find a pot of gold.
A thousand miles you rode alone...All alone!
Oh, the long and lonely way
will not lead you anywhere...
You'll come back home some day;
You'll come back home some day.
The wind will steal your 'pot of gold',
And fill your eyes with burning sand, bitter sand!
No star will show the way
and no one will hear your
prayer...
You'll come back home some day;
You'll come back home some day
You went away forever;
You went away alone.
But someone's always waiting
For you... at home... today!
No star will show the way
and no one will hear your
prayer...
You'll come back home some day;
You'll come back home some day
You went away forever;
You went away alone.
But someone's always waiting
For you... at home... today!
Ti resta da trovare la pentola d'oro
mille miglia hai cavalcato da solo, tutto solo
sulla lunga strada solitaria che non ti porterà da
nessuna parte
un giorno ritornerai a casa
Il vento ruberà la tua pentola d'oro,
e riempirà i tuoi occhi di sabbia che brucia, sabbia
amara
nessuna stella segnerà il tuo cammino e nessuno
ascolterà le tue preghiere.
Un giorno tornerai a casa.
Sei andato via per sempre
sei andato via da solo
Chorus:
Spread your wings and fly with me
I'm angel follow me
Spread your wings and fly with me
Come with me, I'll set you free...
Repeat chorus
Verse 1:
I'm an angel in disguise
You don't see the things that I see
Take my hand, put all your faith in me
And I will show you the world
Chorus
Verse 2:
I will never tell you lies
Promise you won't get that from me
Jump out and feel the wind beneath
And I will show you your life
Break:
Now that we're here I see the light,
I see what it's all about
Love reach out for you, reach out for me
Telling us it never leaves
Chorus