X-men: First Class
Mama!
Mother. What are you...
I thought you were a burglar.
I didn't mean to scare you, darling.
I was just getting a snack.
Go back to bed.
What's the matter?
Go on, back to bed.
I'll make you a hot chocolate.
Who are you?
And what have you done with my mother?
in this kitchen in her life.
And she certainly never
made me a hot chocolate.
Unless you count
ordering the maid to do it.
You're not scared of me?
I always believed I couldn't be
the only one in the world.
The only person who was
different.
And here you are.
Charles Xavier.
Raven.
You're hungry and alone.
Take whatever you want.
We've got lots of food.
You don't have to steal.
In fact,
you never have to steal again.
Understand this, Erik...
These Nazis, I'm not like them.
Genes are the key, yes?
But their goals?
Blue eyes? Blond Hair? Pathetic.
Eat the chocolate.
It's good.
Want some?
I want to see my mama.
Genes are the key that unlocks
the door to a new age, Erik.
A new future for mankind.
Evolution.
You know what I'm talking about?
It's a simple thing I ask of you.
A little coin is nothing
compared to a big gate.
Is it?
Ja.
I tried, Herr Doctor.
I can't... I don't...
It's impossible.
The one thing I can say for the Nazis is their
methods seem to produce results.
I'm sorry, Erik.
Mama!
My darling.
How are you?
Here's what we're going to do.
I'm going to count to three...
...and you're going to move the coin.
You don't move the coin, I pull the trigger.
Understand?
One
Mama.
You can do it.
Two
Everything is all right.
Three.
Yes. Wonderful.
Excellent.
Nein!
Outstanding, Erik.
So we unlock your gift with anger.
Anger and pain.
You and me...
...we're going to have a lot of fun together.
Heterochromia.
offer to buy me a drink first.
Norman, a pint of bitter for me
and a brandy for the lady, please.
- How did you know that?
- Lucky guess.
My name is Xavier. Charles Xavier.
- How do you do?
- Amy.
Heterochromia was
in reference to your eyes,
which I have to say are stunning.
One green, one blue.
It's a mutation.
It's a very groovy mutation.
I've got news for you, Amy.
You are a mutant.
First you proposition a girl,
and then you call her deformed.
How is that seduction technique
working for you?
I'll tell you in the morning.
No, seriously, though,
you mustn't knock it.
Mutation took us
from single-celled organisms
of reproductive life on this planet.
Infinite forms of variation
with each generation,
all through mutation.
Then let's reclaim that word.
- Mutant and proud.
- Chin-chin. Hey.
- I guess I have to buy my own drink.
- I'm sorry. One cola.
Charles here was just telling me
that I'm like one of the first
sea creatures that grew legs.
A tiny bit sexier.
I'm sorry. This is my sister, Raven.
- Hi.
- Amy.
- And what do you study?
- Waitressing.
Oh, look, you have heterochromia, too.
- Sorry, what?
- Look at her eye.
Right. Raven, get your coat, please.
Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose.
- I did not! Why would I do it on purpose?
- Yes, you did!
You know I can't control it sometimes
if I'm stressed or tired.
You seem to be doing
a perfectly good job right now.
- "Mutant and proud."
- What?
Or is it only with pretty mutations,
or invisible ones like yours?
But if you're a freak, you better hide.
You're being ridiculous.
I don't mean to sound like an old fart.
- Which you are.
- Sometimes.
But we've talked about this, Raven.
A small slip-up is one thing.
A big one does not bear thinking about.
"Mutant and proud."
"Mutant and proud"?
If only.
- Would you date me?
- Of course I would.
to have you. You are stunning.
Looking like this?
Like... What?
Blue?
- You're my oldest friend.
- I'm your only friend.
- Thank you for that.
- Well?
I'm incapable of thinking of you that way.
I feel responsible for you.
Anything else would just feel wrong.
- But what if you didn't know me?
- Unfortunately, I do know you.
I don't know what's gotten into you lately.
You're awfully concerned with your looks.
I'm sleepy. Will you read to me?
I can't. I have my thesis coming up.
I have to study.
Fine, read that.
Your thesis always sends me right off.
"To Homo neanderthalensis,
his mutant cousin, Homo sapiens,
"was an aberration.
"Peaceful cohabitation,
if ever it existed, was short-lived.
"Records show, without exception,
"that the arrival of the mutated
human species in any region
"was followed by the immediate extinction
"of their less-evolved kin."
Possession of that gold is illegal.
Let's not play this game.
Where did you get it?
A friend.
He recommended your bank most highly.
I see.
Do you know our terms, sir?
Yes.
And you should know mine.
This gold is what remains of my people.
Melted from their possessions.
Torn from their teeth.
This is blood money.
And you're going to help me find the
bastards responsible for it.
Don't touch that alarm.
I want Schmidt. Klaus Schmidt.
Where is he?
Our clients don't provide
addresses. We're not...
Not that sort of bank?
Metal fillings, eh?
Not gold.
Worried someone might steal them?
Argentina! Schmidt is in Argentina!
Villa Gesell! Please!
Thank you.
I would love to kill you.
So mark my words.
If you warn anyone I'm coming...
I will find you.
Another day at the office.
Is that Colonel Hendry?
The NATO guy?
Yeah.
Yes, it is.
Because that's three mob bosses,
the Italian ambassador
and the CEO of Lockheed.
They can't all be Communists.
This Hellfire Club,
it's got to be something else.
Do you see that?
Hello, girls.
Wow! Very nice.
What are you doing?
Using some equipment
the CIA didn't give me. Stay put.
- Colonel Hendry?
- Yes, ma'am.
Emma Frost. Sebastian Shaw's associate.
And where is Mr. Shaw?
We're having a party,
and here's the entertainment.
Come with me.
Hello, beautiful. How are you?
Hey, baby. You want to find a quiet place?
I am so sorry.
I've been booked by Colonel Hendry.
Excuse me.
You sure we can't get you a refill, Bob?
No.
So, I hear you blocked the proposal
to position Jupiter missiles in Turkey.
I expect you'll reconsider.
We've had this conversation.
You put our nukes in Turkey
or anywhere that close to Russia,
and you're looking at war.
Nuclear war.
I don't ask for favors, Colonel.
I express my expectations.
So, let me say it again.
I expect you'll reconsider.
The only thing I will reconsider
of that delicious champagne.
What the hell did you put in my drink?
You're thinking of running. Hiding.
We'd find you, Hendry.
There's not a fortress in the world
that could keep us out.
Magnificent. Isn't she, Bob?
Genetic mutation.
The evolution of the human genome.
Where's Azazel?
We don't want the Colonel to be late.
Comrade.
Missiles in Turkey
send a very clear message.
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