Big things have small beginnings.
So what's your story?
My story?
Django...
You're exactly the one I'm looking for.
The only people that interest me are the mad ones.
The ones who are mad to live.
The ones that burn,
burn like roman candles across the night.
Everybody needs a hobby.
- So what's yours?
Resurrection.
You're probably gonna want to get this on camera.
We're survivors.
We control the fear.
Without the fear
we are all as good as dead.
This is my life now.
You had yours already.
So why don't you do what old men do
and die.
I've no control on my side!
- Everybody in brace positions.
This is the end of LCD Soundsystem.
When you start a band
do you imagine how it will end?
What kind of bird are you?
Were you disappointed
when you got to know me?
I'm such a mess.
- I love your mess.
I don't think we can figure out all of our problems.
But I will just love you every step of the way.
Hi, Frank.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
How do you know.
I'm doing the same thing here as you are.
Gathering material.
This is my life.
Life is gathering material.
I'm tired of being dead.
And I want to come back to life.
Prometheus...
Are you seeing this?
When Gotham is
ashes,
then you have my permission to die.
If we can't protect the earth,
you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it.
When it all goes quiet behind my eyes...
I see everything that made me,
flying around in invisible pieces.
The scientists of the future,
they're gonna find it all.
You lie
and kill
in the service of liars and killers.
You pretend to be separate.
To have your own code.
Something that makes up for the horrors.
But they will never go away.
The final mission to save mankind has failed.
The 70-mile wide asteroid
is set to collide with earth in exactly three weeks time.
I wish I'd met you a long time ago.
There isn't enough time.
Never would've been.
