Chuck: Pete! Ah just in time for “Breakdown Bob’s” final slide into oblivion. Bob! Hey! Get off the Cube for once, and try to show some self-respect on your way down.
Bob: Ya know, Chuck you may think you have it all together because you have this quack shrink and his nanobugs all in your little vest pocket. You’ll probably even fly outta of this cuckoo nest, eventually…That’s if can ever pry your nose out of Agoras’ ass!
|Bob Barnes, Syriana 2005|[Mike looks at Bob with incredulous disgust]
Agoras: Okay, Bob. That was entertaining, but it’s gonna cost you. [Presses intercom] Leo, make sure the kitchen puts Bob on brown rice, salad and water for a week. No beer or pistachios, and no TV, either.
[Leo’s voice over intercom] Okay, got it. Mmmm, this morning, Bob.. got.. in the drawer when I wasn’t looking… He, ah, took the big Sharpie and wrote graffiti all over stairwell… just on our floor, though.
Agoras: Did you call maintenance?
Agoras: Okay, good. Bump it up to two weeks on everything, I’ll come up and talk to you guys when I get done here.
Leo: Alright, thanks. [Intercom click]
Agoras: Chuck, you’re pushing it, so cut it out. Now, listen up! Mike Thlog is here today, because his audience wants to know about what we do here. I picked you two… well because… you’re both specimens of toxic archetypes in American cinematic history. The megalomaniac tycoon of Industrial Age America, that’s you Chuck, and Bob, unfortunately you’re the post 9/11 CIA assassin.
Bob: You’re blowing my cover, Ago-razz. Langley’s gonna send clean-up over here to take your…
[Agoras interrupts] You both still think you played the game by your rules, come what may. But, you failed as heroes! Why? — Because you thought you could change the rules in your favor. You’re both smart when it comes to abstract high-end logic…But, you’re a couple of boneheads when it comes to other people’s well being and your own self-interest. Bob, I’m going to give somewhat of a break on that last point, because in your film, you at least tried to fix things.
Bob: They pulled out my fingernails! God damnit!
Chuck: Here we go again!
Bob: You shut the fuck up, asshole! If it hadn’t been for you and Hearst getting the Spanish American War going with the “Remember the Maine!” psyop, there never would have been a CIA! What’s that line from Kane, “You furnish the pictures, I’ll furnish the war?”
|1898 propaganda poster exploiting the Havana Harbor false flag. |
Agoras: He’s probably right about that Chuck.
Chuck: I… I mean Hearst never actually used those words, but I admit that’s what I said in the movie. I realize Hearst and me whipped up all the war fever in the papers , but how can you blame me, I mean Hearst… you can’t blame us for the CIA?
|William Randolph Hearst|Agoras: I think Bob’s saying that it was the Spanish American War that first turned America away from its stated purpose of being a beacon of freedom in the world, to being an empire. The CIA became the inevitable quarterback agency for the whole operation.
Bob: Yup! Taking Cuba and the Philippines led to the CIA having the power to topple governments all over the world. That’s where I come into the conversation. I’m a facsimile of Bob Baer, CIA. A real company man. You’re a shadow mix of William Randolph Hearst, with some bits of Rockefeller and Hughes thrown in.
Chuck: Ah, bull hiney! [at Bob] The bottom line is you like killing thouple, but I’ve never held that against you.
Bob: [there’s a noticeable pause] Chuck… I’m not going to say I would enjoy killing you, because I want my beer and pistachios back. But… [he’s interrupted by Agoras]
Agoras: Chuck! I warned you about blaming Bob for his assassin programming, and [grits his teeth] possibly triggering him.
|The Manchurian Candidate (1962)|
Chuck: That’s all incredibly convenient.
Agoras: [Clicks intercom] Leo, a week of brown rice for Chuck. No salt or butter!
Leo: Okay, thanks. [Click]
Bob: [begins to perk up and become more present] I could have been in a movie about building hospitals and schools in the Middle East.
Chuck: That would have been incredibly exciting!
Bob: [Interrupts back, now angry] instead of being your gang’s monkey-boy mercenary!
Chuck [claps slowly and deliberately] Monkey-boy mercenary, alliteration and meter, nice touch. I think Bob wants to be a conspiracy rapper, like KRS-1 or Lauryn Hill.
Agoras: Everybody feel better? Now, let’s drop it and get to work. Chuck, go ahead and show Mike what you found out about…Plan-R.
|Dr. Strangelove (1964)|Chuck: Plan-R? Pete, we’re not in Dr. Strangelove. That’s tomorrow’s appointment.
Bob: He means the R-word, Rosebud. Don’t worry, Doc, I’m over that trigger, now. I’m not going to go for the gun in your desk.
Agoras: [clicks intercom]Leo, make sure everybody on your floor is down at the front desk at 11 o’clock. We need to go over a couple of things.
Leo: Okay, thanks.[click]
Mike: Yes! Chuck… tell us what you found out about Rosebud [looks at Bob warily] … I mean the R-word.
|The final scene of Citizen Kane with|
Rosebud consigned to the flames.
Chuck: Well, here it is. I think I solved it. My scripter and physical likeness Orson Welles created a symbolic link between the crisis of separation from my family and an inanimate object, a sled with the brand name, Rosebud. Ever since, it’s become a symbol of an enigma signifying “nothingness.” That guy in the movie, me? I don’t really even know him anymore. I don’t have to buy mountains of crap to pour down some imaginary abyss in my soul.
Bob: You gave up “collecting” and that makes you a philosopher?
Chuck: No. I’ll admit I still have a lot of pride to work out but at least I’m over that part. Security, intimacy and identity issues, you already know what those are, right? That’s what makes us “men,” in America. Anyway, while I was on my way here to this world, drifting through the ether, I’m thinking to myself… Rosebud? That’s a funny brand name for a sled, even for an Orson Welles film. Rosebuds are for springtime and sleds are for winter. They don’t really go together, do they?
Bob: Back in those days they painted flowers on the sleds, the ones for girls, anyway.
Chuck: [Takes a puff from his cigar] Either way it’s strange. So, to put it bluntly, Welles put me in a numerological mind-warp with my name Charles and Rosebud. Here. look at it yourself.
[Hands Mike a sheet of paper with Gematria Strain calculations.]
I’m not sure if he meant to do it, but to think that it happened on its own, like a decree of Fate, that’s even more disturbing to me, somehow.
C H A R L E S
3 + 8 + 1 + 9 + 3 + 5 + 1 = 30
R O S E B U D
9 + 6 + 1 + 5 + 2 + 3 + 4 = 30
Mike: So is this the Reduction mutation of the Gematria Strain?
Agoras: [to Mike]Yes. [to Chuck] Chuck, the important thing is that you’re beginning to see things as they really are, in your soul. That’s where we all have to start. Good work!
Chuck: At least I think I know why you wanted me to go by Chuck instead of Charles.
Agoras: That’s right, seems a little modification in your name made a big difference on a frequency level. Haven’t you noticed the change since we did that?
Chuck: I’m not as quite as touchy about my things anymore. And, Bob is about the only one left for me to criticize, because we’re stuck there on a personal level.
Bob: Don’t let me hold ya back.
Agoras: It’s progress. Anyway…Mike, what do you think “30” means here? [starts calculating with pad and pencil]
Mike: I don’t know, I’m looking at the 3 in the number. When I think three, I think of a family, like man, woman and child.
Chuck: I was an only child. I hadn’t thought of that!
Bob: Ok, I’ll play along with this part. What about thirty pieces of silver, like Judas? Even though Chuck cashed in, his own mother kinda betrayed him.
Chuck: I know, but I still believe she meant to do it for my benefit, sending me away from my father, because he beat me. But looking back, that’s where it happened. In the winter of ‘71. That sled, Rosebud, it was my replacement family.
Agoras: I think you guys are onto something. Look at this! [tears out a sheet and shows them]
F A M I L Y
6 + 1 + 4 + 9 + 3 + 7 = 30
Chuck: That’s an amazing string of correspondences. It’s all making sense now. I felt like all of those beautiful possessions were all I had to hold onto. When the newness wore off, I’d go out and buy something else.
Agoras: It gets easier once it’s gets simpler, doesn’t it?
Chuck: We’ll see. I noticed when I went back to exactly the thirty minute mark of my movie. That’s the scene where the researcher goes to old Thatcher’s Library, looking for clues about Rosebud. The attendant asks him, “Did you ever find what you were looking for?” At this point, I’d have to say, yes and no. I can see how I got here, but I’m still not seeing my way out, yet.
Agoras: I think it may be that we’ve only been looking at part of the picture. I want to take a closer look at the title Citizen Kane. There has to something there. Give me a second [writes on his pad].
Mike: Dr. Agoras, I’m wondering what the Ordinal cipher might uncover. You’ve been working with the Reduction mutation. I’d like to what happens with simple A – B -C, 1 -2-3.
Agoras: I was thinking the same thing. [continues scribbling and counting]
Bob: I’m not sure if we need to add up “numbers” to see what the problem is, here.
Chuck: [to himself, but out loud] Oh my God!… Mom and Dad I know you weren’t perfect. Who is?… Daddy, I was bad, so I deserved all those beatings.
|Chuck in earlier days as Charles Kane |
Agoras: [continues writing, not looking up] Now we’re getting somewhere. Keep going.
Chuck: Mother, I always tried to figure out why you withheld affection. Was it because you had to be a tough woman on the frontier, the money person in the family? They tried to say we were poor before the goldmine, but I had more then, than I was ever going to have. I didn’t want the money! All I needed was…love! [He sobs]
Agoras: [Hands Chuck his pad, as he pats his shoulder. Camera zooms in on pad]
Chuck, I know you’re feeling alone and confused, but I think this may help.
C I T I Z E N K A N E
3 + 9 + 2 + 9 + 8 + 5 + 5 2 + 1 + 5 + 5 = 54 Reduction Mutation
C I T I Z E N K A N E
3 + 9 + 2 + 9 + 26 + 5 + 14 11 + 1 + 14 + 5 = 117 Ordinal
L I V E A N D L E A R N
3 + 9 + 4 + 5 1+ 5 + 4 3 + 5 + 1 + 9 + 5 = 54 Reduction Mutation
L I V E A N D L E A R N
3 + 9 + 22 + 5 1+14+ 4 3 + 5 +1 +18 +14 = 117 Ordinal
Agoras: I realize we don’t need fancy formulas and calculations to see what the problem is. But, when the numbers line up with what the Universe is trying to show us what’s going on inside ourselves, it’s time to pay attention.
Bob: That’s what I’d expect you to say, …pay attention to your [makes quotation gesture] “feelings.” But, not so fast, Mr. Science! How can you be sure that pattern is not just a trick of the digits? What else have you got, Agoras?
Agoras: Bob, I’d appreciate it if you’d just call me Pete… not Peter, just Pete. Okay?
Bob: [shakes his head, and looks away for a moment, kind of crazy] Sure, no problem, Pete…
Agoras: Okay, let’s look at this from another angle. Citizen Kane’s initial release in movie theaters occurred on September 5, 1941.
Agoras: September Fifth is the 248th day of the year. On that day, there are 117 days left in the year. Now go back and look! [Camera cuts to Agoras’ pad]
C I T I Z E N K A N E
3 + 9 + 2 + 9 + 26 + 5 + 14 11 + 1 + 14 + 5 = 117 Ordinal
Citizen Kane equals 117 in the Ordinal Gematria strain.
Bob: [pause] What do you want me to say, Agoras?…sorry… Pete…that you opened my eyes with gematria? What difference does any of this make? It’s just all coincidence. Nobody sits around and scripts outs film with that sort of precision.
Agoras: Okay, Bob. You win. It’s all in my head. [shows Bob his pad]
C E N T R A L I N T E L L I G E N C E A G E N C Y
3 + 5 + 5 + 2 + 9 + 1 + 3 9 + 5 + 2 + 5 + 3 + 3 + 9 + 7 + 5 + 5 + 3 + 5 1 + 7 + 5 + 5 + 3 + 7 = 117 R
Bob: [sits almost paralyzed and dumb]
Chuck: I’ve been cursing Welles this whole time, and now I see that maybe he was using my numbers to get through to people in a creative way with gematria. I don’t know! But if it’s helping me to “live and learn,” and see where I went wrong, maybe I end up helping some other sociopath become a tolerably better person. [He writes on his pad]
Agoras: Yes, there’s a positive and negative aspect to everything.
Mike: Bob, I know that last one threw you in the whirlwind, Everything okay, now?
|1898 political cartoon with propaganda for an American Empire|
Bob: Yeah, I think so. Pete just got me on the September Fifth connection. Pan Am Flight 73, Munich and Mai Lai all happened on that day. I’m going to have to press all this back down into a little black ball.
Agoras: Bob, don’t wear yourself out, we’ll pick it up from there tomorrow morning. I’ll bump the Dr. Strangelove group to the afternoon. [Presses intercom] Leo, have Dorene bring up a fudge pop for Chuck and Bob, sometime after dinner tonight. I’ll be up there in a minute after I check on Gordon Gecko and Barry Lyndon.
Leo: [over intercom] Okay, thanks.
Chuck: [Tears out the sheet from his pad.]
L O V E
12 + 15 + 22 + 5 = 54 Ordinal
L O V E
15 + 12 + 5 + 22 = 54 Reverse Ordinal
Chuck: It seems that Citizen Kane, my identity, has a numerological link with 54. It’s bound up forwards and backwards into the nature of things. I realize now everything that has ever existed, good or bad, has to come from love in one warped form or another. It’s the one thing I could never buy, and for that I’m grateful, finally.
Bob: That’s the problem we always had in the field. Some thoups aren’t as easy to buy as you might think. Making thouple stay bought, that’s even trickier.
Agoras: It all comes down to identity, doesn’t it. If everyone could be bought, the war would be over, wouldn’t it?
Bob: I’m afraid so, but it keeps guys like me in a job. I know killing, spreading mayhem and enjoying it is wrong, but if its for the right cause, it makes it meaningful. That’s, at least, what I used to think. I’m not sure what’s meaningful, anymore.
Agoras: Bob, that was beautiful. let’s start with that tomorrow.