Khoi and Alexander Voice Over Script
The longhaired German Shepherd reared up on its hind legs, and was nearly twice Khoi’s height. As Khoi was alone with the beast in his backyard, the Vietnamese child feared the dog’s leash, which was strapped to a tree, would snap or pull the tree down.
Khoi’s father had named the animal Alexander— in honor of Alexander the Great—and it barked and yelped with vigor born of hunger. Khoi recoiled from Alexander, an exceptionally large and spirited example of its breed. Its eyes gleamed with desperate anticipation for the bowl of foul-smelling dog food that the petrified, ten-year-old Khoi had brought for its dinner but was now too scared to put down within reach of the writhing bundle of fur and fangs that sent out speckles of saliva.
The only activity Khoi dreaded more than feeding the dog was walking it, because that inevitably led to the slender young boy being dragged through the neighbors’ shrubbery just before losing his grip on the leash.
The dog had made a truly lasting impression from the first moment Khoi’s father had ushered the slobbering beast out of the transport pod and into the yard where it chased the terrified Khoi. His teenage sister, Cai laughed during the entire chase like she was watching an episode of Tom and Jerry.
The chase was soon stopped when his dad intervened, running right in front of the excited dog. When he no longer heard the dog barking after him, Khoi turned and saw his dad scratching Alexander’s belly as Alexander laid on his back with his tongue lolling on the grass. The big dog’s face looked comical but Khoi still refused to approach even when his dad turned back and asked him if he wanted to scratch his tummy too.
One day while Khoi was sketching sci-fi related stuff, Alexander was frolicking on the grass. Though Khoi kept his distance as he sat next to the patio door for a quick exit if the long coat German Shepherd came near.
The dog had spied Pearl, the neighbor’s ornery, old, white longhaired cat who sat on top of the fence. Pearl always wore an indelible expression of utter contempt for the world. She was a tough old cat who had survived all manner of indignities, and she certainly wasn’t keen on sharing her home with a big, smelly dog.
Alexander, for his part, wasn’t going to allow some cat to besmirch his new master’s abode, and immediately sprang into action. He galloped toward Pearl, barking and flinging saliva with wild abandon. Pearl sat, stoic as a goth, watching Alexander’s frenzied approach with cold eyes.
When Alexander dared to push his barking snout into her face, she stood up on her haunches and swatted his wet nose with her sharp clothes.
The dog yelped like a puppy and scampered back to the patio door, its head drooped in remorseful failure. Khoi was too surprised to even retreat.
The next day, Khoi watched Alexander whimper softly, lying in a patch of shade. The shame of his perceived failure still weighed heavily on him, evident in his lowered ears and sad eyes.
The boy’s heart ached and found himself approaching the dejected dog, despite his fear of the dog. “It’s okay, Alexander,” he said, reaching down to scratch behind the dog’s ears. “You were just trying to help.”
Alexander looked up at Khoi, his tail giving a tentative wag, but the sadness remained in his eyes.
Something sparked within Khoi that made him determined to lift Alexander’s spirits. He went back inside and came back out after he found what he was looking for. He stepped outside just in time to see Alexander’s fur bristle as he spotted the neighbor’s cat lounging on the fence again. A low growl rumbled in the dog’s throat, and he crouched, ready to pounce.
“Alexander, sit!” Khoi called out.
The German Shepherd froze, his eyes shifting from the cat to Khoi. The cat, deciding she had enough sight of the brat and the mutt, leaped down into her own yard.
“Good boy,” Khoi sighed in relief, the dog that could rip his head off actually listened to him.
“Look what I got.” Khoi said, taking out a baseball. He never had use for it as he was never a baseball fan.
Alexander barked excitedly as he eyed the baseball eagerly. The long haired German Shepherd dropped into a playful stance, his front paws extended forward, his back arched, his tail wagging rapidly, and his tongue lolling out on the side of his mouth.
Khoi reared his arm back and threw the ball across the yard. Alexander’s ears perked up, and he bounded after it with renewed energy, all traces of the previous day’s shame forgotten.
Khoi watched as Alexander leaped to try to catch the ball mid-air, his powerful legs propelling him effortlessly. But he missed and when he landed he leaped upon the ball. The dog then bounded toward Khoi with the ball in his mouth.
“Good boy, Alexander!” Khoi cheered, taking the ball from the dog and giving him pat on the head.
Alexander wagged his tail furiously, his eyes bright and eager. Khoi threw the ball again, and again Alexander chased after it.
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[Skyrim opens with an Imperial wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged.]
Ralof: Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.
Lokir: D**n you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we should be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!
[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]
Lokir: And what’s wrong with him?
Ralof: Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.
Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?
Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.
Lokir: No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.
Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Lokir: Why do you care?
Ralof: A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.
Lokir: Rorikstead. I’m…I’m from Rorikstead.
[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]
Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
General Tullius: Good. Let’s get this over with.
Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.
Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. D**n elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny…when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]
Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.
Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Torolf: Inside the house. Now.
Galadriel: (speaking partly in Elvish)
(I amar prestar aen.)
The world is changed.
(Han matho ne nen.)
I feel it in the water.
(Han mathon ned cae.)
I feel it in the earth.
(A han noston ned gwilith.)
I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the Fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged a master ring, and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.
One ring to rule them all.
One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword.
Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer.
It came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Gollum’s cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had come. It abandoned Gollum, but then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable: a hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire.
For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark, dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp, shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
Do I really look like a guy with a plan, Harvey?
I don’t have a plan …
The mob has plans. The cops have plans.
You know what I am, Harvey? I am a dog chasing cars… I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it.
I just do things. I am just the wrench in the gears. I hate plans.
Yours, theirs, everyone’s. Maroni has plans. Gordon has plans.
Schemers trying to control their worlds.
I am not a schemer. I show the schemer how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.
So when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know I am telling the truth.
I just did what I do best. I took your plan and turned it on itself.
Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets.
Nobody panics when the expected people gets killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plan is horrifying.
If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics. – because it’s all part of the plan.
But when I say that one little old mayor will die, everybody lose their minds.
Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order and everything becomes chaos.
I am agent of chaos.
And you know the thing about chaos Harvey?
“IT is FAIR.”
Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I’m on a horse.
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