♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(SUBDUED CHATTER) -(MOURNER CRYING)
-(SOBS) -(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
♪ (MUSIC SWELLING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Ricky spent his whole life in service of his country.
They sent him overseas in the back of a VW Bug
with a thousand fucking costumed clowns
to fight a giant starfish.
We all fucked up, Emilia.
(SIGHS) We could have been accountants.
You know who did it? Killed Ricky?
They won't let me see the files.
You know I can't answer that, sir.
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
I understand your desire to know, believe me.
I'd be the same.
He loved you, you know.
Your son loved a lot of women, General.
Rick. Call me Rick.
Your son loved a lot of women, Rick.
Yeah, but he loved you as a friend,
as well as whatever else.
That is different. Really.
Yeah.
I hear Waller has it out for you.
Yeah, she put me on some shit detail
in Evergreen.
Project Butterfly, sir.
-Rick. -Rick.
Well, I hope you know you'll always be family.
Ricky would've wanted that.
I'll look out for you best I can.
Thanks.
Now, I gotta go mingle with these assholes
that Ricky couldn't fucking stand.
General, uh...
Rick. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
The person who did this,
that person, they'll pay.
I'll make sure of it.
Thanks, kid.
♪ (“OH LORD” BY FOXY SHAZAM PLAYING) ♪
♪ Julian, it's a hungry world ♪
♪ They're gonna eat you alive Son, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, Julian When their fangs sink in ♪
♪ I'll stitch you, but then ♪
♪ I gotta throw you Back in, oh ♪
♪ You just try and sleep Even though you're alone ♪
♪ You just close your eyes boy And dream of home ♪
♪ The light is always on You just keep that in mind ♪
♪ When you wake in the morning You'll be satisfied ♪
♪ 'Cause there is always a wrong To your right ♪
♪ And there will always be a war Somewhere to fight ♪
♪ And God knows I've had some Rough fucking years ♪
♪ Oh, oh Lord, oh Lord Keep on keeping on ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ And God knows I've had ♪
♪ Some rough fuckin' years ♪
♪ Oh, oh Lord, oh Lord ♪
♪ Keep on keeping on ♪
-(SQUAWKS) -♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(KIDS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(BICYCLE BELL DINGING)
(SIGHS)
Testing, testing.
(KIDS CONTINUE SHOUTING)
Yeah. (LAUGHS) Everyone have eyes?
Ivory, check.
Maroon, check.
Aquamarine, check.
JUDOMASTER: Fuchsia, check.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Target in sight.
Northwest corner of the park.
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
Fuchsia, take the shot when you can.
Fucker.
(DOG BARKS)
Our boy looks like he's expecting something.
(BELL DINGS)
Fuck.
Hey!
-(KIDS SHOUTING) -(SPECTATOR CHUCKLING)
Yo, he just threw away our mic.
Fuchsia.
Do you have a shot?
Bitch, get out of my line of site.
-I said "copasetic." -♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Yeah, I know you did.
It's the warning word, you dumb fuck.
I know. I need to know the truth about something.
Get the fuck out of here, Chris.
Did it mean anything?
Anything at all, what happened on the boat?
You were in the clear. Ads saved you,
and then you keep some sort of dimensional portal bullshit
in your house. And now this?
-That isn't an answer, Emilia. -Get the fuck out of here.
Look, did I mean anything at all to you in that way?
That's all I came here to ask.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Kids are clear. Should we go in?
Not all the way, but block any path out.
I can't even trust you to stay away when I warn you.
Your ego is so fucking big, you somehow think
that you can get out of this, but you can't.
You can't. You are fucked.
You are so fucked!
Why won't you even answer the question?
-Did I mean-- -(SHARPLY) No!
-No. Okay? -♪ (SOFT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I was drunk. I told you. I wish it never fucking happened.
And Rick Flag Junior?
JUDOMASTER: Should I take the shot?
What?
PEACEMAKER: Was there something between you?
RICK FLAG SENIOR: Hold, Fuchsia. Ivory's already there.
Was I never even a consideration because...
He was my only friend.
You killed him, Chris. How could I possibly...
Ivory, go in. Now.
I get it.
Christopher Smith, this is ARGUS!
Put your hands above your head.
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -Hey, stop!
(GROANS)
FLAG: (OVER COMM) Fuchsia, take him out.
-(GRUNTS) -Fuck!
(GUN COCKS)
(PEACEMAKER GRUNTS)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
LANGSTON FLEURY: Come on, Smith.
Put down that adorable little fucker.
You don't need to do this shit.
Need to? (SCOFFS) I don't need to.
I'm just doing it 'cause I love it.
Take a step closer, Shaft. Find out how much.
Shaft? You're complimenting me.
That's a novel strategy. Thank you.
FLAG: Fuchsia, stand down.
-I can get the shot. -FLAG: Stand the fuck down.
Another tranq dart could kill Kline.
He's locked into a turning pattern, Flag.
I have a clear shot,
but it's fatal.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
(TARGETING SYSTEM BEEPS)
Point-zero-zero-two percent chance of error.
FLAG: Maroon,
take the shot.
Maroon, hold the shot!
(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS) -(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS) What the-- -(GRUNTS)
-(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Target down!
Damn, you got some moves, girl.
You got in my shot.
FLAG: She's lucky it worked.
Same old Emilia.
("AIN'T THAT KINDA GIRL" BY DIEMONDS PLAYING)
♪ Hey listen up I'm callin' Dope fiends and alcoholics ♪
♪ We're blazing down the street And turning heads ♪
♪ (SONG CONTINUES OVER RADIO) ♪
♪ Some might call us psychotic ♪
-♪ Their lives are so robotic ♪ -(CELLPHONE RINGING)
♪ Gave up and never fought ♪
♪ No brains like the bloody Walking dead... ♪
-Leota speaking. -(CALLER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Why, yes, sir. That is my ad.
He saw my ad!
Uh, yes, sir, that's right.
My many employees and I are very discreet.
Excuse me?
-♪ (SONG VOLUME LOWERS) ♪ -Uh, yes,
uh, the silhouette in the ad is based upon myself, sir.
Right, no.
My head is not square. That is a hat.
I famously wear many styles of hats as a part
of my, um, mystique and-- and branding.
Well, yeah, I can wear a hat when we meet,
if that's what you like, sure.
-(CALLER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) -(LAUGHS)
-Yes. (LAUGHS) -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Uh... (CLEARS THROAT) What?
Do I do what?
Greek?
Um, well, yeah.
Uh, we actually specialize in Greek at, um,
Adebayo Security Consultants.
(CALLER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Why, yes. Thank you, sir.
I look forward to meeting you tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.
Yeah, just text me your address, and I will see you then.
-(CALLER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) -Okay.
-Bye-bye. -CALLER: Bye.
(LAUGHS)
-I just got my first gig. -Oh.
But when it comes to security, do you know what "Greek" means?
He asked me if I did Greek.
-When it comes to security? -Right.
Mm, no clue. (SLURPS)
But when it comes to prostitution it means butt-fucking.
What?
Oh, yeah. No offense, but it sounded like you
and that guy were having a prostitution conversation.
-Sweet baby Jesus. -Hey.
Don't worry about me. I never kill prostitutes.
Their lives are hard enough.
Only johns.
-I'm not a prostitute, Adrian. -(LAUGHS)
-Okay, sure. -Oh, geez!
I just heard her having a prostitution conversation.
♪ (FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHIING)
Where'd you go, bird?
Where'd you go?
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
SASHA BORDEAUX: I fucking had him.
Why did you take him down?
EMILIA HARCOURT: The point was to find the dimensional rift?
You thought we were gonna do that with Peacemaker dead?
So, you disobey a direct order?
What order?
Staying down while I take my shot.
Nobody told me to stand down,
bitch, and you better back the fuck off!
-I "better"? -You got complaints,
take 'em to HR. I made a judgment call.
-(TELEPHONE RINGING) -(SCOFFS)
'Sup, John.
I barely know him. He's acting very familiar.
-(HARCOURT CLEARS THROAT) -(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
(CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY)
(MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER)
HARCOURT: There surveillance in here?
No. What the fuck did you do?
Did you just poke me?
You set up Peacemaker to get your job back?
In the text I sent him, I said "copacetic."
-So? -That's the warning word.
It means stay the fuck away,
but for some reason, he still showed.
-Why? -I don't know.
What's the story with this Bordeaux bitch?
-Cyborg. -Cyborg?
Yeah, part robot. She was in a plane crash,
all crushed up, and ARGUS replaced
half her body with machinery.
Jesus, okay.
JOHN ECONOMOS: Yeah, I hate her so much.
I used a pre-op photo of her mangled body
as the screensaver on my phone for a while.
That's fucked up.
Well, I'm not the one who made my brain.
Whatever. She was about to kill Chris,
and the only way I could save his life was to knock him out.
You knocked Peacemaker unconscious?
To save his life, John.
I couldn't think of anything else.
That's pretty cool, though.
Right now, I'm afraid Flag's gonna kill him.
Like, literally kill him.
He won't admit it,
but all of this, the surveillance,
everything is about revenge
for Chris having killed Rick Junior.
(SIGHS) I know.
So, you gotta put Chris in the books.
-Book him? -His fingerprints are on file, right?
-ECONOMOS: I guess. -You have to book him,
so there's an arrest record.
Otherwise, he's just gonna disappear.
-But they'll know it's me. -So?
-They'll be miffed. -You were just judgmental
about me trying to get my job back.
Yeah, but we exist on completely different moral spectrums.
I'm famously a gigantic pussy.
For me, just looking somebody directly in the eyes
is an act of heroism.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Fine.
♪ (FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Uh-huh. -(SQUEAKS)
Go get ‘em, boy.
Go get ‘em!
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-FLAG: Take the cuffs off. -Sir?
FLAG: Take off the cuffs and take a walk, both of you.
Close that shade.
Turn off the recording equipment.
That's a good sign.
-Sir, are you certain? -FLAG: Get out, Bordeaux.
(DOOR CLOSING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Sir, you have every right to be angry.
I admired your son. I liked him.
I just got caught up in a very dark way
of looking at the world.
-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)
(CHAIR CRASHES)
-(GASPS) -(PANTS)
-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)
-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS, COUGHS)
-(GROANS, WHEEZES) -♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
(YELLS) Fight me, motherfucker!
(GROANS)
-Fuck you. -(GROANS)
That boy was a better man you could ever dream of being.
Better man I could ever dream of being.
I know, sir. (GASPS)
I know it doesn't give you any comfort.
There's not a day that goes by
-that I don't regret-- -(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS) -(SYSTEM BEEPS)
BORDEAUX: John, what are you doing?
ECONOMOS: What?
BORDEAUX: You booked Christopher Smith?
-Yeah. -Why the fuck
-would you do that? -Oh, excuse me
for trying to take some busy work
off everybody's plates.
BORDEAUX: Now, we have eyes on us.
You moron.
Whoa, you mean, "Thanks, John, for doing
what we're all required by law to do."
It's good you did that.
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(FLAG GRUNTS) -♪ (INTENSE MUSIC RESUMES) ♪
(GROANS, COUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS, GASPS)
-(COUGHS, WHEEZES) -(GRUNTS)
-(DOOR KNOCKING)
-(DOOR OPENING) -(FLAG GRUNTS, PANTS)
What is it, Bordeaux?
Economos booked him.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Yeah, that's it. That's it.
Good. Good, good, good, good.
VIGILANTE: Eagly!
(SIGHS) Oh, God!
We're gonna go get your dad, okay?
-We'll be back soon. -(SCREECHES)
Bye, Eagly.
-(CHIRPS) -(CAR DOORS CLOSING)
-(CHIRPS) -(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
-(BARKS) -(SCREECHES)
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(SIGHS)
-(SCREECHES) -(BARKS)
(SCREECHES)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC OVERLAPPING) ♪
(SCREECHES)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
RED ST. WILD: (SIGHS) Yeah, baby.
Yeah.
Ah.
-♪ (FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(EXHALES SOFTLY)
-Yeah. -(GUN COCKS)
Ah, yeah.
Fuck.
What the hell happened?
-I risked my job booking him... -(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
...which is a common occurrence. They let him go.
They couldn't risk him going to the local jail
looking like this.
(DISTANTLY) Fucking Flag lit him up.
LEOTA ADEBAYO: Yeah, I see.
-(CHIP BAG CRINKLING) -(JUDOMASTER CHEWING)
FLAG: (OVER COMM) Jagger, do you have eyes?
JUDOMASTER: Yeah.
-They're on the move. -♪ (UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-JUDOMASTER: I'm tailing. -Be careful.
-Will do. -(ENGINE REVVS)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -(DOOR OPENING)
-Sir? -Perhaps you wanna say
I'm too close to the situation
because Peacemaker killed my son.
I should consider recusing myself.
Well, despite how it may seem,
my priority is protecting the people of the United States.
I need to find that dimensional rift.
Not only so we can avoid another incident like the one
in Metropolis, but for a greater purpose,
benefit us all.
I can't say I didn't...
I didn't enjoy pounding on that punk,
but thrills were not my motivation.
But you gave me the order to kill.
Because I knew Emilia would stop it.
And now Smith thinks I'm messy
and that I'm motivated by revenge.
Maybe he won't notice Judomaster on his tail.
Maybe he'll lead us exactly where we need to go.
Well, sir, I was gonna say, that asshole killed Rick,
your son and a fellow agent.
And I have no problem with him being taken out, sir.
-But still... -♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
...very...
impressive, sir.
Rick.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
-It was Harcourt, Ads. -What?
-She fucked me. -How?
I was surrounded by ARGUS agents.
I figured a way out. I've been in worse fixes, Ads.
Yeah, me too. I'm here too. I'm also listening.
Yeah, I know.
Well, you just said her name twice
and not mine is all.
Even though I'm sitting right here.
I was about to get out, Harcourt tackles me, knocks me unconscious.
Chris, there's no way Ems could do that.
Right, she's too petite.
No, she's one of us. She's an 11th Street Kid.
Well, she fucking did it, all right?
She saw her opportunity to wheedle her way back into ARGUS, at my expense,
and she took it.
The general would have killed me
in there if it wasn't for Economos.
I don't buy it. She had to have a reason.
-You've gotta talk to her. -We've talked enough.
I'm fucking over it. I'm over all of it.
I'm fucking done.
What do you mean by that?
Nothing.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) This is getting a little dour.
Does anyone want to lighten the mood
by quizzing me on some manta ray facts?
(BOTH SIGH)
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(EAGLE SCREECHING)
ST. WILD: (GRUNTS) Son of a--
-(GRUNTS) -♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
-(GUNSHOT) -ST. WILD: (GRUNTS) Gotcha!
-(LOUD THUD) -ST. WILD: Damn right.
-(GRUNTS SOFTLY) Yeah. Yes. -♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
LEOTA: Dude.
Don't you think someone should stay with you?
You don't look so good.
I really just need some privacy, Ads, all right?
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(WHISTLES)
(WHISTLES LOUDER)
(GROANS)
Eagly!
ST. WILD: I killed the prime eagle.
Now. Yeah. Come to daddy.
Uh-huh.
-(GRUNTS) -♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(GROANS) -(EAGLY SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(WHIMPERS)
Ah! Oh.
(EAGLES SCREECHING)
ST. WILD: Oh.
(WHIMPERS)
(EXCLAIMS)
♪ (THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GASPS) The prime eagle!
Eagly? I didn't mean to--
(TEARFUL) I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
(UNEARTHLY SQUAWK)
(SCREAMS, GROANS)
(YELLS)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(PANTING)
Eagly!
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
He's inside.
Yeah, we got the drones on it too, Dunkin' Munchkin.
You're not gonna call me that.
Bro, we got a serious situation here.
I don't need your whole PC,
"the proper word for munchkin is midget" bullshit.
Munchkin means child, not little person, asshole.
Hey, how am I supposed to know munchkin science, man?
JUDOMASTER: Let me make myself clear.
You call me Dunkin’ Munchkins again
and I will rip your dick off.
Not metaphorically, but actually rip your penis
off your body in a move I learned from a blind monk
in the Himalayas.
Seems like Flag knew what he was doing.
I will get the troops together and we'll be right there.
Stellar work, Judomaster.
Go fuck yourself.
Okay. (CHUCKLES)
FLAG: (MUFFLED) No, no, I knew it yesterday.
-(CHUCKLES) -I knew.
What is it, Fleury?
Oh, uh, we have a location for the Peacemaker.
-All right, let's get moving. -♪ (TENSE MUSIC STING PLAYING) ♪
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(EAGLY CHIRPING)
I'm gonna pretend you found that.
(SCREECHES)
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CELLPHONE CHIMES)
It's from Chris. Fuck.
(TIRES SCREECHES)
What does it say?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(SIGHS)
(CASE POWERING UP)
(CASE BEEPING, WHIRRING)
(LOW-PITCH TONE TRILLING)
Ready for the next adventure, pal?
-(EAGLY CHIRPS) -(CASE WHIRRING RAPIDLY)
♪ (ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(ENGINE RUMBLES) -LEOTA: Whoo!
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
-♪ (MUSIC CUTS ABRUPTLY) ♪ -(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)
-(STATIC INTERFERENCE RUMBLING) -Yeah.
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -JUDOMASTER: Fleury,
can you hear me? Fleury, he's going into the rift!
-(RUMBLING CONTINUES) -♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-He... -(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Fuck!
♪ (ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(CAR ENGINE REVVING) -(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪
♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
LEOTA: Oh, God. He closed the portal behind him.
He can never get back.
Cheeto fingerprints.
-What? -LEOTA: Judomaster was here.
They must have followed us here.
The location is compromised. We need to go.
VIGILANTE: Okay. (GRUNTS)
-LEOTA: (GASPS) Wait. -♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪
(SOFTLY) "I just..."
♪ ("NOVEMBER RAIN" BY GUNS N’ ROSES PLAYING) ♪
-Oh, Chris, no! -What does it say?
We have to go.
Call the others on the way. We need to meet.
♪ When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained ♪
♪ But darlin' when I hold you ♪
♪ Don't you know I feel the same? ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Nothin' lasts forever And we... ♪
There you are. Just in time. Man, you gotta suit up.
We got a Kaiju downtown tearing shit apart.
What's with the bird?
Rescue eagle.
Name's Eagly.
He's gonna be my sidekick from now on.
(LAUGHS) Fucking Chrisper. Make it fast.
(EAGLY SQUAWKS)
(CHIRPS)
-(POLICE SIREN WAILING) -♪ Love is always coming ♪
♪ Love is always going ♪
♪ No one's really sure Who's lettin' go today ♪
♪ Walking away... ♪
"Ads, I'm trusting you to tell the others goodbye for me.
I know you won't agree with what I'm doing..."
PEACEMAKER: ...but I feel like it's the right thing.
I've tried again and again to make up for my mistakes.
But I'm not sure redemption is something
that's truly possible. At least not here.
So, I'm going to make a life in the other world.
I'm going to be a brother to my brother...
-(YELLS) -(CHAIR CLATTERS)
...a son to my dad.
And I'm going to tell Emilia, "Yes.
We'll work on this."
(JETPACK ROARING)
PEACEMAKER: I'll cherish life.
And overcome my trauma and be the good man there
that I was never able to be here.
Don't be bummed. I love you all.
Even Harcourt after all that fucked-up,
cunty bullshit she did. But I don't belong here.
I think that if you and Harcourt and Economos turn this
alien-dimensional-canister thing over to ARGUS,
you'll be in their good graces enough to all get promoted.
Then, everyone will be happy.
Love, Chris. And Eagly.
♪ Nothing lasts forever Even cold November rain ♪
(VIGILANTE SOBS)
♪ (SONG FADES) ♪
(CASE BEEPING)
-(SIGHS) -Adrian okay?
Is it true you knocked out Chris and turned him in to ARGUS?
No, of course not.
No, he was about to get shot in the head by a PMSing cyborg,
and the only way I could save his life
-was by taking him down. -(SIGHS)
What?
You're just who I think you are, girl.
And that's a good thing.
You saw Chris use this thing?
LEOTA: I think so.
You just gotta line up the glass teeth
in the right formation in a doorway,
and you pull those switches,
and you got yourself a connection.
(CASE CONTINUES BEEPING)
-(SIGHS) Come on. -(CASE POWERS DOWN)
-(GRUNTS SOFTLY) -Where are you going?
Well, we can't use it here. ARGUS will find it.
Use it? Why are we going to use it?
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Because we're gonna get Chris back.
(SNIFFLES) Maybe I can meet another me in there.
♪ ("TAKE ME FOR A RIDE" BY BAD CITY PLAYING) ♪
Fuck me.
Fuck!
♪ You're like a late night Hit and run ♪
♪ Her body's bullet proof When I got the gun ♪
♪ I light her up for fun She could use me ♪
♪ Ya, you could take me For a ride ♪
♪ We'll see the city For the very first time ♪
♪ Take it to 99 If you want me to ♪
♪ And suddenly I'm paralyzed In your review ♪
♪ Start me up and turn me on Leave me at the race of dawn ♪
♪ The highway stars surround me Yeah ♪
♪ And wrap the world around me And I said ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, '67 GTO ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh Turn up the radio ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ya, and she knows where to go To leave the world behind ♪
♪ So, won't you turn me over ♪
♪ Take me for a ride Oh, '67 GTO ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh Turn up the radio ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ya, and she knows where to go To leave the world behind ♪
♪ So, won't you turn me over Take me for a ride ♪
♪ Oh, yeah! ♪
♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
You know, manta ray derives from the Latin
for pancake of the sea.
That's where we get the phrase, "A manta ray never forgets."
You know, when a manta ray is born,
they come out in the shape of a burrito.
(LEOTA SIGHS)
Can we go to Taco Bell?
How many manta rays does it take for you
to shut the fuck up?
Is it four? Five?
-LEOTA: Let him count. -Is it a murder of manta rays?
Are they even called a murder?
-No, it's a school. -Someone shoot me in the ass.
What is that? Did you-- No.