The Franks (Latin: Franci or gens Francorum) were a confederation of Germanic tribes first attested in the third century AD as populating a broad strip of land on the right bank of the Lower and Middle Rhine River. From the third to fifth centuries some Franks raided Roman territory while other Franks joined the Roman troops in Gaul. Only the Salian Franks formed a kingdom on Roman-held soil that was acknowledged by the Romans after 357. In the climate of the collapse of imperial authority in the West, the Frankish tribes were united under the Merovingians and conquered all of Gaul except Septimania in the 6th century. The Salian political elite was one of the most active forces in spreading Christianity over western Europe. The Franks had created one of the most strong and stable barbaric kingdoms.
The Merovingian dynasty, descended from the Salians, founded one of the Germanic monarchies which replaced the Western Roman Empire from the fifth century. The Frankish state consolidated its hold over large parts of western Europe by the end of the eighth century, developing into the Carolingian Empire which dominated most of Western Europe. This empire would gradually evolve into France and the Holy Roman Empire.
On the brink of death - courage was his only weapon.
[Answering a question about his 1908-9 expedition]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Thank you for your question. You are right, sir, we failed. We failed to reach the South Pole. I turned back. I chose life over death for myself and for my friends, which is why I am here to tell you about it tonight. But others follow in our footsteps Captain Scott, taking our route; the Norwegian, Amundsen, from the Bay of Whales. And if they should fail, then I will try again. Because I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure... would be not to explore at all.
Emily Shackleton: Well?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Well, what?::Emily Shackleton: How did you do?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Ahh, one invitation to go to the races, and a request from Mr. Morgan's office to keep in touch with developments. A zero, a naught, nothing.::Emily Shackleton: So what's next?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: I don't know. Rent an office and get started, I suppose.
[using the tea-things to demonstrate the planned expedition]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: And there we will, uh, make a base, and a smaller party will start a march towards the, um...::Janet Stancombe Wills: Scone.::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Ah, ah, the scone, precisely. At the same time a second group will land on the other side of the continent, uh, the Ross Sea, and make their way across the Beardmore Glacier towards the Pole, I-I-I mean the, uh, scone, um, laying food depots[he uses crumbs] as they go, so that my party will have supplies for the second half...[and at this point the dog jumps onto the tableau and starts eating it]
Sir Ernest Shackleton: Yes, well, uh, thank you for seeing me, and, uh, perhaps you will be able to give some thought to the possibility of becoming a sponsor.::Janet Stancombe Wills: Sir Ernest, my contribution towards your exciting adventure is over there on the desk. Please. I'm not the sort of woman to waste a man's time.::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Miss Stancombe Wills, I don't know how to thank you.::Janet Stancombe Wills: By succeeding, of course. And perhaps by addressing me in future as Janet.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: But grateful as I am for the generous contribution of this society, this committee must accept that scientists do not pay for science. I make no apology for seeking publicity. Without something that the newsmen can understand and support, there is no public; without the public there are no sponsors; without sponsorship there is *no expedition*.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: You think the threat of war makes it hard to raise money; it doesn't make any bloody difference! If it's not a war, it's a peace, or the stock market, or the weather, or the time of year. It is always hard, because what I do appears unreasonable to other men.
Sir James Caird: After this conversation, I realize there is only one option open to me if I am to protect myself and my money. This is a cheque for £24,000. If I were to give you less, the expedition might never happen, and my money would be wasted. I do not like waste. I particularly do not like to see a man's abilities wasted.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: First let me say that if war is declared, any man who wishes to leave the expedition to serve his country is free to do so. It is clear to me where our first duty lies, and this morning I telegraphed the First Lord of the Admiralty and put our ship, and every one of us, at his disposal. We now await his decision. I hope you will forgive me, but I particularly asked that if he saw fit to employ us in the service of our country, that might he allow us to stay together, erhaps aboard a destroyer. I did this because I can honestly think of no finer group of men with whom to serve.
[reading the telegram]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: From Winston Churchill. There's only one word; Proceed.
Janet Stancombe Wills: A rich old lady gets used to people not telling her the truth; flattering her, perhaps. But you've never done that. You've always paid me the compliment of speaking from your heart; now allow me to do the same. Go to the Pole. Go before it's too late. Not everyone is fortunate enough to understand their own talent, but you know yours. Well, use it. For your family, and for your country.
Plot
Every six hundred years, a great evil has the opportunity to escape and unleash Armageddon. A group of five stones has the power to either free the evil, or banish it for another six hundred years. An order of Druids battles with a Warlock determined to unleash his father upon the world.
Keywords: arm-cut-off, axe-murder, back-from-the-dead, blood, blood-on-the-floor, blood-spatter, bloodbath, car-accident, ceremony, character-name-in-title
When he comes... all Hell breaks loose.
Let The Armageddon Begin.
The best movie since sliced bread.
The best video since sliced bread
The Son of Satan is Raising Hell
Nathan Sinclair: [to the Warlock] How did you get past my secretary?
Augusto: Do not give him the stone. He is E-vil!::Warlock: Ah, so you really are psychic?
Warlock: [first line of his resurrection] Won't you give your boy a kiss, Mother?
Warlock: I'm not a *man*, I am a witch.
Warlock: Picasso. Definitely Picasso.
Warlock: When I look at a fool, I see a mirror... But when I look in a mirror, I see a fool!
Warlock: Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the scaredest one of all?
Remember my name ...or else.
Plot
Harper is brought to Louisiana bayou country to investigate an attempted blackmail scheme. He soon finds out that it involves an old flame of his and her hellion of a daughter. What is more, he finds himself caught in a power struggle between the matriarch of the family and a greedy oil baron, who wants her property. Poor Harper! Things are not as straight-forward as they initially appeared.
Keywords: aristocrat, based-on-novel, bird-sanctuary, blackmail, bra-less-teen, cajun, cuckold, cynicism, detective, dirty-cop
Harper days are here again...
Your favorite private eye is back in "The Drowning Pool"
Iris Devereaux: [as a man is staring at them in an antigue store] Is he looking at me?::Lew Harper: I think he was a little more interested in me.
J.H. Kilbourne: I ran a check on you, Mr. Harper. You are not stupid.::Lew Harper: I have my moments.
J.H. Kilbourne: You wanna live, don't you? To a ripe old age?::Lew Harper: I'd hate to think that I was making those Social Security payments for nothing.
Schuyler Devereaux: Door was unlocked.::Lew Harper: Still is kid - out!::Schuyler Devereaux: Come on Lew, gimme a break.::Lew Harper: You're either a very good guesser or you're a cop.::Schuyler Devereaux: Swimming's a good way to relax but I know a better way.
Schuyler Devereaux: Never had anyone turn me down before.::Lew Harper: There's a first time for everything. [She slaps him, then he slaps her]::Lew Harper: Sorry about that.::Schuyler Devereaux: No you're not.::Lew Harper: That's right, I'm not.
Schuyler Devereaux: How do you do Mr Harper?::Lew Harper: Oh sometimes I do better than others.::Schuyler Devereaux: Well I hope so.
Lew Harper: What's Pat Reavis really like?::Schuyler Devereaux: He was fun. Mild psychopaths often are if you don't cross them.
J.H. Kilbourne: See I'm not like most fols who get their kicks head on, I sort of slide in sideways like. As a matter of fact in High School they used to call me the crab.::Lew Harper: Oh.::J.H. Kilbourne: Now you take the oil businesss, my business, it's never any fun to drill straight down. I'm a slant driller by instinct.::Lew Harper: Are you slant-drilling me?
J.H. Kilbourne: You know what she wants to do with that land, Mr. Harper? She wants to turn it into a Goddam sanctuary for birds!::Lew Harper: I think that's kind of sweet.::J.H. Kilbourne: Well now, look, I'm all for saving wildlife like the next fella, but we gotta think about America's future. Energy sources just aren't that easy to come by.::Lew Harper: Aha! Did you come to that conclusion out of patriotism or just greed?::J.H. Kilbourne: [after a pause] Little of both, Mr Harper, - like most men of wealth.
Lew Harper: What do you want me to do?::Iris Devereaux: I want you to make it like it was 6 years ago.::Lew Harper: Your sense of timing amazes me.
Plot
An American soldier manages to endure his captivity in a Vietnamese POW camp by keeping alive the memories of life in his home town. When he is finally released from the camp, and is discharged from the military, he goes back to his town - but he can find no trace whatsoever of it.
Keywords: memory, prisoner-of-war, vermont, vietnam