Carine McCandless:
[voice-over] The year Chris graduated high school, he bought the Datsun used and drove it cross-country. He stayed away most of the summer. As soon as I heard he was home, I ran into his room to talk to him. In California, he'd looked up some old family friends. He discovered that our parents' stories of how they fell in love and got married were calculated lies masking an ugly truth. When they met, Dad was already married. And even after Chris was born, Dad had had another son with his first wife, Marcia, to whom he was still legally married. This fact suddenly redefined Chris and me as bastard children. Dad's arrogance made him conveniently oblivious to the pain he caused. And Mom, in the shame and embarassment of a young mistress, became his accomplice in deceit. The fragility of crystal is not a weakness but a fineness. My parents understood that a fine crystal glass had to be cared for or it may be shattered. But when it came to my brother, they did not seem to know or care that their course of secret action brought the kind of devastation that could cut them. Their fraudulent marriage and our father's denial of his other son was, for Chris, a murder of every day's truth. He felt his whole life turn, like a river suddenly reversing the direction of its flow, suddenly running uphill. These revelations struck at the core of Chris' sense of identity. They made his entire childhood seem like fiction. Chris never told them he knew and made me promise silence, as well.
Blair Sullivan:
You're the first visitor I've had here in two years since them behavioral science boys come to see me. Wanna know about my childhood and shit. Did my folks beat me, abuse me, sex me up? I tried telling 'em there ain't no formula for people like me. What we are dealing with here is just predisposition for an appetite. Good parents, bad parents. No cause and effect. It's just appetite.
Paul Armstrong:
Fuck you.
Blair Sullivan:
[yelling] Let me tell you a few things, Armstrong! One, I'm filled with power! You might think I'm impotent prisoner, handcuffed and shackled, locked in a eight by seven cell each night and day, but I'm filled with strength that reaches way beyond these bars, sir! I can crush anyone I want to just as these hands dialing a telephone! There's no one beyond my reach! You hear me, no one!
Paul Armstrong:
Did you kill her?
Blair Sullivan:
I ain't gonna tell you if I killed that little girl or not. Even if I did, how would you know to believe me? Killing is easy for me. How hard do you think lying is?
Paul Armstrong:
Go to hell!
Blair Sullivan:
True. I will. No doubt about that!
Allan Quartermain:
Well, we were the faster, but now we're the tortoise to his hare.
Dr. Henry Jekyll:
So, we're done?
Tom Sawyer:
No, we're alive. If M has any idea to the contrary, that gives us an edge.
Captain Nemo:
The sea is vast, he could be anywhere.
Tom Sawyer:
Yeah, well, I'm an optimist, now maybe that's a crime to you twisted so-and-so's but it keeps me from going crazy.
Mina Harker:
Your optimism's out of place.
Tom Sawyer:
You're wrong! Because we'll get out, man... at least, I will. That other agent I told you about... was my childhood friend. We were agents together until the Fantom shot him dead. Now you can be done, but I am not. I will avenge his death.
Dr. Henry Jekyll:
It's not about any one of us, Tom, it's bigger than that.
Tom Sawyer:
Yes, it is, Jekyll! The fate for the world is in our hands... the world! So M tricked you, he brought you all together and you walked straight into his trap. But the way that I see it, that's the part he did wrong... He brought you together.
Dr. Henry Jekyll:
He has a point.
Allan Quartermain:
And the boy becomes a man... perhaps a leader of men.
Mina Harker:
And Women.
