["Grieg Asia Minor" by Andrea and Ervin Litkei playing]
[Laszlo] Nandor has disappeared.
- Nandor? - [Laszlo] No one has seen
or heard from him in weeks.
Well, not since Gizmo fired him.
Nandor?
[Laszlo] Gave him the old heave-ho
from his janitor job.
The blade of the proverbial guillotine has dropped,
and the blood of Nandor's broken dreams
has pooled at Gizmo's oddly-shaped feet.
[Colin] So, yeah, we've tried just about everything
to find Nandor.
Set traps...
Nandor?
...checked the vents, hung posters...
[Nadja] We have even yelled his name very loudly
into the wind.
[in power voice] Nandor!
- [neighbor] Shut the fuck up. - Piss off.
You shut the fuck up.
That broody little bitch is missing.
The dude is gone.
And we can't find the fucker anywhere.
[Nadja] Five dollars seems like a lot.
- [door closes] - Hey. - [Doll Nadja] Ugh.
I can't even look at you. Ugh.
Any update on Nandor?
Not since you fired him.
[Nadja] From the job he loved.
[Laszlo] What a coincidence.
You have a lot of guts coming in here,
- you little floating traitor. - [phone ringing]
- Floating away with your little bitch ways. - Hello?
- Yes? - [Baron over phone] Nandor has been located.
[sighs] It's the Baron.
And he knows where Nandor is.
Don't tell him about the reward money.
[Baron] I thought we might have a bite of lunch while we talk.
Let us see what we have here.
Some punch, some jellied blood, and, uh,
Ke dekti patan.
And, yes,
the Sire prepared the finger foods.
Mmm. My compliments to the chef.
- [Sire chuckles] - Again, like I mentioned in my email,
I don't eat blood, so maybe just a crescent roll or...
[Baron] Uh, Sire,
would you play that tape of Nandor,
- please? - [agrees in ancient language]
This was recorded by a vampire monitoring the ether.
[Nandor on tape] Enemies abound, and only I can defeat them.
I used to think ghouls were just the spirits of the dead.
But now I know they walk among the living, too.
- [Nadja] Oh, dear. - Up and down Wall Street,
with their suits and their ties
and their build-your-own-salad bowls.
I watched a snail
crawl across the edge of a...
one of those things you use to shave.
- What's it called? - Razor.
- [Nandor] Not a knife. - He's thinking razor.
[Nandor] What are those things called again?
- A Sharpie? No, no... - Enough.
- [recording stops] - [Nadja] Well,
yikes.
- [weak chuckle] - Indeed.
[Baron] Oh, he used to be one of the most
promising vampires in this New World.
- Well, I wouldn't go that far. - But now...
[scoffs] ...he is unrecognizable.
Dangerous.
- Dangerous, you say? - Yes.
We are hearing reports of increasingly erratic behavior.
- [Nadja] Mm. - Nandor is drawing attention.
Too much attention.
And attention puts
all vampires at risk.
Understood.
He must be stopped.
- So, Nandor's here? - [Baron] Yes.
We traced Nandor's dispatches to that location.
Go to New Hampshire.
Retrieve Nandor.
[sucks, pops]
And with haste.
[cover of Norma Tanega's "You're Dead" playing]
♪♪ Don't sing if you want to live long ♪
♪♪ They have no use for your song ♪
♪♪ You're dead, you're dead, you're dead ♪
♪♪ You're dead and out of this world ♪
♪♪ You'll never get a second chance ♪
♪♪ Plan all your moves in advance ♪
♪♪ Stay dead, stay dead ♪
♪♪ And out of this world ♪
♪♪ Shadows and light, baby ♪
♪♪ You're dead. ♪
[Guillermo] Okay, so we made it to New Hampshire.
The dossier said that Nandor is hiding here
at the Hancock & Sons factory.
I mean, it was the factory until you
and your Cannon Capital cronies stripped it down for parts.
Actually, a leveraged buyout is a pretty neat way
for a failing business to reinvent itself for the future.
- [Nadja] Shut up, Guillermo! - [Laszlo] Shut up, Gizmo!
Okay.
[Nadja] What the hell happened here?
- Stay close, my darling. - Hey, look.
What if the H, A and N were missing?
- Get it? - [Laszlo] Nope.
[Colin] Cock & Sons.
[Colin laughs]
[Nadja groans]
[Nadja] Smells like slow death in here.
- [Colin] Malaria. - [Laszlo] Nightmares.
[Guillermo] A little dusty.
[Nadja mutters]
[Colin] Nan-man?
Are-are you here?
Nan-man?
[Nandor] There is...
no Nan-man here.
There is only Nandor the Relentless.
Warrior.
Leader.
So, Na-Nandor, have you been here
the whole time since you were, um...
Fired?
Yes.
I have.
[Guillermo] And, uh,
- why? - Vampire-only explanations.
That means not you, Guillermo.
[Guillermo] Okay.
When one is burned...
...one feels most at home amongst the ashes.
Which is why I came here,
to the husk of the Hancock & Sons factory,
amongst others that have been discarded
by Cannon Capital Strategies.
But what I found...
Oh, what I found...
[Colin] A...
bunch of preppy crap?
Preppy essentials.
- Mm. - And, no,
I found soldiers.
Many of the humans left when the jobs did.
Those that remained, they needed,
they craved a leader.
A warrior.
A commander.
And they became my army.
And, uh, where is this army?
In the field,
awaiting our next strike.
- Ah. - Which reminds me,
I have a war council meeting now.
You may walk with me, if you must.
Oh, mind the shirt pins.
They're fucking everywhere.
[Nadja] So, Nandor, this army
you have raised...
what is the, uh, endgame?
To conquer.
To take the battle town by town,
from here to the very steps of Cannon Capital itself.
Right, but, um...
why?
So that Cannon Capital
will rue the day they cast out
their greatest warrior.
Ah!
We are here.
Good evening, comrades!
- [Laszlo] Fuck my old boots. - [Colin whistles]
[Colin] Good gravy.
[Nadja] Uh, so this
is your war council?
[Nandor] Yes.
[Laszlo] And who are these chaps?
- My reserves. - [Colin] And what about them?
[Nandor] My concubines.
- [Laszlo] Shit. - [Nadja] Huh.
[Nandor] Now, look, I really need to get on
with my strategy session.
Unless you have any more questions?
- [Guillermo] I do. - No.
Are you okay?
What is he still doing here?
- Well, I drove. - You...
are the enemy.
An errand boy sent by greengrocers
to spy on me.
Leave.
I'm not the enemy. Tell him.
- See you later. - [Laszlo] Bugger off.
Okay.
I will be out here.
[Laszlo] Well, it looks like
you've had quite the exciting time here, Nandor.
- No one can deny that. - [Nadja] Mm.
But what say we go home now?
Before you freak the fuck out of anyone else.
This is my home.
The battlefield.
- Okay. [whistles] - Mm-hmm. - Hmm.
What is that, Major Briggs?
A maneuver from the east?
Perhaps.
I think it's safe to assume he's gone absolutely mad.
Yeah, I don't like using this word, but he is crazy.
Oi. No.
You do not get to use that word, you twee demon.
- He's like this because of you. - [Nandor hoots]
- [cackling] - But, yes,
he is absolutely crazy.
Well, we can't just leave him here like this.
Unless... [chuckles softly]
can we?
[Nandor groaning]
[Laszlo] No, we cannot.
He's a danger to himself.
How about we sit him down and say,
"Hey, you're nuts.
"Stop it.
Stop being nuts."
I see someone is well-versed in psychology.
Well, let's just grab him by the neck and yank him out
- of this hell box. - [Laszlo] We can't.
To extract Nandor by force would be like...
waking a sleepwalker.
So what, then?
There is only one solution.
We role-play the scenario
that Nandor has concocted in his mind.
In time our presence will shine a light
on the holes in his fantasy,
and he can follow that light back to reality.
So, Shutter Island rules, so to speak.
[Laszlo mutters mockingly]
[Nandor laughing]
We are the hollow men.
Well, it's worth a shot.
All right.
Okay. I'm in.
Excellent. Fuck off.
- What? - You need to go now.
- Why? - 'Cause he believes you are the enemy.
- But I'm not the enemy. - What are you still doing here?
- [Colin] Bye, bitch. - Okay.
Bye-bye, bitch.
Keep walking, bitch.
Stop calling me "bitch."
[Nadja] Sorry, bitch.
[singsongy] Nandor.
[Nandor] Bit busy.
[Laszlo] Your army.
We'd like to enlist.
[Nandor] "Sir."
[Laszlo] What?
If you wish to be in my army,
then you will all address me as "sir."
- Okay, I'm out. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[all] Yes, sir.
Good.
So, basic training begins now!
- ["Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival playing] - ♪♪ Cannon Capital nemeedooni ♪
[others] ♪♪ Cannon Capital nemeedooni ♪
♪♪ Mah too jahdeyeh peeroosee Eem. ♪
- You are clay. - No.
- Soft. - [groans]
- Weak. Goopy. - [Colin growling]
But I am here to mold you.
Yes, sir!
To make you strong.
- To shape you. - Whoo!
[Nandor] ♪♪ Cannon Capital chalgoozeh ♪
[others] ♪♪ Cannon Capital chalgoozeh. ♪
[Laszlo] I joined the Royal Navy a few years ago.
For the sea, the sun and mainly the sex.
But what I'm finding here, it's just a lot of marching...
- [Nandor] That's it! - ...push-ups for no reason...
20,001.
20,002.
...and no one's offered me anything
- that looks like a medal. - [buzzing] - What the fuck?!
Shave your own head.
[Nandor] Okay. On your marks,
get set,
crawl, worms!
- That's it! - [Nadja] I did not realize
being in Nandor's fake army
would involve so much of doing what Nandor says.
[Nandor] You call that crawling?!
[Nadja] He's very lucky that I have
that rule about not killing the demented.
- [grunting] - ♪♪ Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale... ♪
[Colin] Sure,
Nandor's military delusions
are a strange little brew.
A dash of memories from his time in Al Quolanudar
and a sprinkle of war movies he's seen over the years.
But, heck, if I don't want to take another sip.
♪♪ It ain't me, it ain't me. ♪
- [song continues over speaker] - Well, maggots.
You have trained
and trained well.
Especially you, Colin Robinson.
You are very violent.
Oorah, sir!
Alexa, please pause the music.
- [song ends] - [Alexa] Okay. - Thank you.
Alexa is my director of internal comms.
Okay! So,
on to your assignments.
- Laszlo Cravensworth! - Yeah.
Intelligence.
Obviously.
- Nadja of Antipaxos. - Hmm?
Signal Corps.
What is that?
Never mind. Who gives a shit?
Colin Robinson.
[quietly] Come on, Logistics.
Logistics.
Yes! [chuckling] Yes.
Now listen up.
- Tonight is a proud night. - Psst.
Together we will take back
the honor, the power,
the respect
that Cannon Capital have so cruelly tried to take away.
[Nadja] Okay, so this is a pit of shit.
Can we not just make Nandor think that this stupid
imaginary battle has happened already?
- And how do we do that? - [Colin] I know.
Shoot me.
That's not a real gun, Colin Robinson.
It's a decorative firearm from the Outdoorsman section.
All right, then whack me with it.
Hard.
All right.
[chuckles]
- Again. Harder, though. - Really?
Yes! [chuckling] Oh!
How is this going to help with the Nandor thing?
What Nandor thing?
Hold on. I think I've got it.
I've thought of a way that Nandor will think
that the war is won.
A ruse de guerre that will make
the Trojan horse look like a witless child's papier-mâché.
Fuck, I'm good.
Now all I need is the adequate supplies
from this shit-forsaken town.
Wait. You guys can leave, but I don't want Nandor to think
I'm a deserter.
I ain't no deserter!
[Nandor] You live a thousand years
and you think you know what betrayal is.
What horror is.
[Colin] Awaiting further orders, sir.
But then, in a single instant, you find out
you haven't the slightest idea what man is truly capable of.
[man over phone] Oh, man. That sounds rough out there, Nandor.
Listen, I've got to move on to the next caller,
but did you want to request a song?
Uh, yes. I would like to request
"Scarborough Fair" by Simon & Garfunkel.
No. Let's limit the public broadcasts.
The brass back home are getting a little squirrely.
But to whom am I supposed to orate?
Well, me, you big lummox.
[laughs] All right.
Now, you were saying something about the horror.
[Laszlo] You know what, my darling?
It feels like an eternity
since we've had some time alone.
Oh, it does, it does.
So what is the plan, my dark lover?
Well, you'll see. You'll see.
I'll "see"?
Yes. What's the problem, my darling?
I'm hearing a lot of this
"You'll see" these days. I'm hearing
"You'll see" about the plan to fix Nandor's melted brain.
I'm hearing "You'll see"
about the sex doll monster thing
that you're creating in the basement.
Well, the sex doll monster thing-- not a sex doll--
is part of the grand plan.
Which is...?
Complex scientific experiments
that I don't think you'll understand.
Oh, so you're calling me stupid?
Well, of course not.
That's a stupid thing to say.
- [speaks Greek] - No.
- Whoa, whoa. No. - Piss off.
Nadja, what I meant to say was something
with the identical sentiment that wouldn't piss you off.
Well, it did.
Shit.
[Nandor] In my empire, Colin Robinson,
we will be free. [blows]
Free from liars.
From the cowards who say you are not a
"good culture fit."
I dig that, sir. I hear that.
[Guillermo] Hey.
[Nandor] I thought I said this person
was not welcome here.
- You sure did, sir. - [Guillermo] Yeah, I know,
but if I keep charging my phone in the car,
it'll kill the battery, so I'm just looking for an outlet.
Don't mean to disrupt your whole "war" thing.
"War thing"?
This is a war.
No winky fingers.
Okay, enough.
Private Robinson,
would you give us a moment?
You got it.
Traitor.
What did you say to me?
I'm sorry. I'm done playing along with this fantasy.
I'm not the enemy, and you know that.
You're just pissed.
You're pissed that I'm killing it at Cannon.
You're pissed that...
that you weren't
a good culture fit.
[growls]
Lieutenant Alexa.
Tell this piece of shit to leave.
[Alexa] Now playing "Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo.
- ["Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo playing] - Wait for the chorus.
Well, I'm not the only one kept in the dark
by their lover's extracurricular activities.
So you admit you keep me in the dark.
Well, no more than you keep me in the dark.
I don't got a fucking clue what you get up to at Cannon Capital.
Laszlo, there is nothing to tell.
It is a job. You show up,
you pretend to do shit, and then you go home.
Why the fuck would you want to do that?
Because it is better than sitting at home
and twiddling with my tits while you are
downstairs locked up in the basement with your meat parts.
All right, all right. All right, my darling.
I think I know what's going on here.
Give me your hand.
I need to apologize.
I'm listening.
Clearly, the reason for you being
so overemotional
is because
it is your time of the month.
[speaks Greek]
[screams in power voice]
The dead do not menstruate!
- [car alarm blaring] - Fuck me. Bloody hell, darling.
Oops.
- ♪♪ Get out ♪ - ♪♪ Leave ♪
- [sighs] - ♪♪ Right now ♪
♪♪ It's the end of you and me... ♪
I can't believe you're blowing this one little setback
- so out of proportion. - [song stops]
I was humiliated!
Do you even know what loyalty is, Guillermo?
Do I know what loyalty is?
Uh, yeah. I was blindly loyal to you for 15 years.
Until you got rid of me.
I never got rid of you.
I protected you.
Even with all the fuckups
and the time you forgot to buy glitter
and the "I want to be a vampire.
No, actually, I don't want to be vampire."
The time you nearly killed The Baron, twice!
Through all that shit,
I was loyal.
I may have done a lot of things, Guillermo,
but I never got rid of you!
Do you think I felt good firing you? I didn't want to fire you,
but that's how things are in the real world, in the human world!
- I had to do it! - I used to be a human
before I was a vampire, in case you forgot,
and I never betrayed my friends,
my comrades in arms, never.
Maybe some of the wives,
but you know, it was a different time.
I'm sorry. I didn't...
I didn't know that the janitor job
was so important to you.
Well, it was.
It was my purpose.
My purpose used to be raising you
to become a great vampire,
until you pussed out
and found a new master in Jordan.
- [phone buzzing] - Jordan is not my master,
and he doesn't own me, and I'm not there at his...
Hi, Jordan.
- [sighs] - Yeah, I can talk.
No, I'm not busy.
Uh, that should be in your inbox.
I could actually bump it.
[laughs] "The Bumpmaster."
[Nandor growls]
Yeah.
Fireworks.
What?
You were angry at me for not telling you
what we're out here looking for. It's fireworks.
And I didn't tell you because, again, I wanted to be
the hero that swoops down and saves the day.
[sighs] Laszlo.
I do not need you to always be the hero. [sighs]
My darling, you are the funniest, most clever,
sweetest, and most beautiful woman in the world.
Not just Staten Island, the world.
And I'm not even mentioning the ten-out-of-ten pussy.
You deserve the best.
That is so sweet. [sniffles]
Ah.
[kisses] Aw. [laughs]
My koukla. [chuckles]
- Laszlo. - Yeah?
Think I may have found your fireworks.
Really? Where?
There, in this shop just here across the street
with the rows and rows of fireworks in the window
and the sign that says "Fireworks Fireworks."
Well, that's perfect.
How did I miss that, my darling?
- [Nadja] I don't know. - [Laszlo laughs] Right.
You just let your husband take care of this.
Stand back.
No wonder no one buys newspapers anymore.
- Toss it again. - Okay.
[in power voice] Open!
[alarm ringing]
- Shall we? - Yes.
[Guillermo] Uh-huh.
Okay, well, I'll just cc Lisa.
You got it.
Bye.
I, too, was once cc'd.
You know, I do know what it feels like
to lose your purpose.
I used to want to be a vampire.
So bad.
It guided every choice I made.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy I'm a human again,
but it was hard.
It was hard waking up every day
with that not being the goal,
to be a vampire.
Well, I am already a vampire,
so that only sort of applies.
Right. Well, the point is,
I think I found a new purpose.
You will, too, somewhere.
But maybe right now
our purposes...
are taking us...
in different directions.
And that's okay.
Perhaps you are right, Guillermo.
I am a warrior,
but maybe this is not my fight.
[Colin] You don't just talk to Nandor, man, you know.
You listen, you dig?
- I'm a little man. - Yes, I know you are.
Just a little man, but he's a great man.
Nandor, we have news from the front line.
[clears throat] Guess what.
Your troops have executed your battle plan perfectly.
The enemy have been lured into a trap.
There are casualties.
- We expect more. - You know, we can all stand down because
- he's decided to come home. - [Colin] What?
- What? - He what?
[Nadja] What is the fucking point?
Yes, I, um...
After careful consideration, I have come to the realization
that perhaps I was looking for battles where none need exist.
- You don't say. - [Nandor] So I think it's best
for everyone if I just come home.
Plus, you know, I miss my coffee and I miss my favorite sword.
- There's nothing like... - [fireworks exploding]
Oh, what the fuck is that?
- Oh... No. - [Nandor] It is an attack.
- [Laszlo] No, it's not. - We are under attack!
- [Colin] Yes, yes. Yes. - [Nadja] No, no, Nandor.
[Nandor shouts indistinctly]
[Colin] Yes, yes, yes!
[Nadja] I thought we were done with this!
[Colin] Where's my gun? Where's my gun?
- [Nadja] Wait, Nandor. - [Laszlo] Nandor, wait.
- Nandor! - [Nandor] Stay low,
they may try to flank us.
- Hit the deck! - No, Nandor, it's a bloody ruse.
[Laszlo] It's not real, you idiot.
[Colin] Make it stop! I can't take it!
Somebody help me frag myself!
[Laszlo] Get ahold of yourself, man.
The fighting seems to be situated
by the Shipley Dollar Barn on Piedmont Street.
It's no good, my darling.
He's still too bloody crackers.
Well, isn't it a good thing, then, that I have a plan B?
Ah, silver chains.
- Hey! Release me. - Get out of that.
- Stand back. - Mutiny.
[Nadja] Get in there.
You brought it on yourself, Nandor.
Nice work, my darling.
Shotgun.
- [sighs] - [chains rattle]
[Nandor] Okay, guys, I forgive you.
- [Colin snoring] - It was the heat of battle
and you panicked and you made a mutiny.
- [Nadja] Shush. - [Nandor] Untie me! - [siren chirping]
- [Laszlo] It's the coppers. - [Nadja] It is. Shit.
[Guillermo] Great.
- Floor it! - No, you don't want to make
- a bad situation worse. - [patrolman] Pull over!
What's your problem? Put your foot down, you prick.
Okay, I'm just gonna pull over.
- Useless. - I wasn't even speeding.
Just, everyone, be cool,
and I'll do all the talking.
Gizmo, there's a fucking vampire
hog-tied in the trunk.
[patrolman] Hello?
Oh, yeah.
Hello, Mr. Officer.
What seems to be the problem?
Apart from the fact that my large, wet bosom
won't stop sloshing around.
You, uh, you got a left taillight out there, son.
Yeah, I've been meaning to get that fixed.
Sorry about that, Officer.
It's all right. I'll take care of this.
I say, Officer,
you know, you remind me of a cross
between a young Paul Newman
and a man I'm about to fuck.
- Get out of the car. All of you. - Yeah. Absolutely.
- Hands are going over my head. - Colin Robinson, you need to wake up.
- We got to get out. - [Colin] What? What?
What are you doing?
We are regular human travelers.
There is nothing out of the ordinary here,
so you have nothing to be concerned about.
- [distant shouting] - What the f...
- [Colin] Whoa. - [Laszlo] What the fuck is that?
- [Colin] Who are they? - [Nadja] Uh...
Oh, that's nothing out of the ordinary, regular human.
What do you mean? They're coming straight for us.
[Nadja] What is happening?
[Laszlo] Gizmo, you talk to them.
[Guillermo] What, what? No.
[whooping]
Go handcuff yourself to a tree.
- Yes, ma'am. - [hooting, shouting]
[Guillermo] Wait, so,
Nandor's army is... is real?
[Nadja] Wait, so he wasn't crazy.
- [Nandor shouts] - [Colin] Whoa!
[Laszlo] It appears not.
[Nandor groaning]
- Unchain me. - General.
- Unchain me. - Sir, yes, sir.
Just grab it with both hands and yank it.
- Watch the hair. - [Guillermo] There you go.
Yes, that's it.
♪ ♪
- [grunts] - [others grunt]
[Nandor] Well, yeah, of course the mannequins
were just for practice.
Wait.
All this time you thought my army
was just a bunch of mannequins?
The fuck?
- At ease. - Are they hypnotized?
No, I'm just a really fucking good general.
- [soldier] Yes, sir, you are. - [soldier 2] Excellent.
- [Briggs] Sir. - Major Briggs.
- You're leaving? - Yes.
I am leaving the field of operations.
My fate is calling me in a different direction.
South on the I-93.
Towards the Verrazzano Bridge.
We may even cut through Jersey if there is traffic!
[O'Hara] General.
- What do we do now? - Good question, O'Hara.
You will do what you must always do.
You will go forth and follow your purpose.
What is your purpose?
Fucked if I know.
Be it continuing the fight or...
you know, finding new jobs.
- [woman] Where? - Somewhere.
- Any more questions? - [Briggs] Is there anything,
like, more specific, like an actual thing we could do?
[sighs]
- Um... - [horse neighs]
Burn down a Walmart or some shit.
- [cheering] - No. No, don't do that.
- No. - [Nandor] Ooh, ooh, I've got it.
What is that nearby college
that sends most of its graduates to Wall Street?
Dartmouth?
Yes! Dartmouth.
Cry havoc and unleash the dogs of war on those nerds!
- [cheering] - Yeah!
[Briggs] You heard the man. Mount up!
We ride for Hanover!
Ride for Hanover!
[Nadja] This is insane.
[all chanting] Get those nerds!
Get those nerds!
Go!
[cover of Norma Tanega's "You're Dead" playing]
[Colin] Wait for me! You're gonna need logistics support!
Not you, Colin Robinson!
- [Colin] Oorah! - Shit.
[Colin] Slow down, you idiots!
- Come on, let me... - [grunts]
- [Colin grunts] - [Laszlo] Shit.
Still got it.
Go get him and put him in the trunk.
♪ ♪
♪♪ Don't sing if you want to live long ♪
♪♪ They have no use for your song ♪
♪♪ You're dead, you're dead, you're dead ♪
♪♪ You're dead and out of this world ♪
♪♪ You'll never get a second chance ♪
♪♪ Plan all your moves in advance ♪
♪♪ Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead ♪
♪♪ Stay dead and out of this world ♪
♪♪ Shadows and light, baby ♪
♪♪ What a ride, baby ♪
♪♪ You're dead ♪
♪♪ You're dead. ♪
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