This was never a great city.
Hilda Vanderkoi took it from us.
This is how she keeps control.
They call it The Culling.
It happens the same day every year.
A twisted demonstration to strengthen our people.
Every year she makes a list.
All her enemies.
If your name's on it.
She'll find you.
Hilda took everything from me.
I'm gonna return the favor.
But for now, eating stink butts.
I failed.
Back to the hole.
Can't be too angry.
I signed up for this.
I guess I just expected training to involve less...
...dirt.
The shaman says to be a great warrior.
I have to stop acting like a little boy.
Little boys get distracted.
Little boys hate doing chores.
Not me.
I'm the tidiest assassin.
Super clean and super deadly.
Ah!
In my downtime, I like to hang out with my best friends.
Gabe and Alfonso.
Champions and feet all fight club.
Till it got cancelled.
Shaman says warriors don't need friends.
Or food.
Just keep reading the dictionary.
Gotta stop thinking about food.
And Mina.
Frosty puffs every morning.
It was the best.
I know Mom was a little...
...intense.
I don't remember much from before the incident.
But I do remember Mina.
Which is why I formed a plan for us to escape this totalitarian household.
It's all here in this diagram.
You with me? Always.
I can't remember what I sounded like back then.
Super Dragon Punch Force 2.
Player 2 has entered the game.
That's why I gave myself this super cool voice.
I took it from our favorite video game.
Player 2 wins.
We were happy then.
Some things are hard to forget.
Liminal.
To exist between two states.
A week and a sleep at the same time.
That's how I feel in this.
Especially when we go to the city.
I'm not sure how much of what I'm seeing is real anymore.
What do you have on you?
This market's no place for little boys.
Running your mommy.
Can't hear her but I'm getting better at reading lips.
Beats talking to these assholes.
Meena.
I still see her everywhere I go.
She made everything fun.
Try it.
That was my sister.
She wasn't scared of anything.
Not even.
Shaman says our memories make us weak.
You are no longer a child.
All that you once were is dead.
Warriors can't be weak.
I am an instrument shaped for a single purpose.
To kill Hilda Vanderkoi.
Show me the way.
I will kill Hilda Vanderkoi.
I will make you proud.
I'm already proud.
And I love you.
Is that what you're saying, sister?
You're the sister in my eye.
I love you.
Ameliorate.
To improve in the face of great struggle.
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Yeah!
You are not ready, boy.
Focus. Focus on it.
What was that? Ignore it.
Just think up.
Okay, this is all in your head.
Doesn't matter.
Okay, why did your head give her potato chips?
Just don't make eye contact.
If you don't look at her, then she isn't there.
Do you have it?
Meet the mantra.
I am a weapon shaped for a single purpose.
No distractions.
Focus.
Resplendent.
There's a pleasant glow.
They're coming.
What is wrong with you?
The resistance will be punished.
How are you?
Hey.
Can you please sign the survey for me?
Sure, sure, sweetie. What's your name? Anna.
Thanks for all you do for the city.
Oh, you're welcome.
I love Hilda.
Yes.
It's a bitchy day.
Let's get this over with.
Zero.
Cut the creepy tittle-toons. Come on.
For sure.
Rejoice and give thanks, oh good people.
Today we celebrate your continued devotion to
the Vander Kloig dynasty by making an example
of those who pose a threat and danger to our way of life.
Fuck.
No, it's not.
Did you get it? Yeah.
Threat and danger?
They mean the same thing, Bob.
Like the all-seeing owl.
Powering in the heavens.
Searching for the dirty rats.
The Vander Kloig's... Hey, I'm sorry.
Owls.
Have any of you ever seen an owl?
Where's your fucking hand if you've ever seen an owl?
That's what I thought.
Speech is fine.
Maybe the problem is the fuck puppet delivery.
Oh, yeah, you're making me a fuck puppet.
How am I making you into a fuck puppet?
You are my own government law.
Just read the speech.
Never mind, you all know me.
You know why we're here.
Okay.
What's up?
We got a little noise list.
We have one dozen names on it.
Yes, we do.
Well, what do you want to hear for the big show tonight?
So, who's gonna be first? Ah, you, sir.
The legal possession of firearms.
What did you mind if someone tell me?
You have somebody now?
Come on, you little... Do you need help? No, no.
It's all me.
Hey, it's not them.
It's all you.
No, it's all me.
No, it's not.
Oh, it's you as well.
I think she wants to go first.
Ladies first.
Maybe we should let her go first.
Oh, yes.
Oh, my gosh.
This is incredible, ladies and gentlemen.
This is real love right here.
Let them go!
That is a fucking child!
Let them go!
Do not interrupt me.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Stop fucking shouting at me!
You're nothing but a fuck puppet, bitch!
Call me a fuck puppet one more time, bitch!
Mother!
Hit the line!
It was an accident.
It was an accident, people.
June 27th, you're up.
It was an accident, Gideon.
It was an accident.
I got it.
I got this.
Don't go now.
Here's some candy for you guys.
Let's all sing together, guys.
Come on.
Over there.
Good job.
Good job, the bank.
Leave this up.
A little overkill, don't you think?
We had a quota to hit.
Supposed to get 12 prisoners for the calling.
Preferably with all their fucking limbs.
We're gonna get 12.
We can get this kid.
It can hurt.
No, kid.
What do you mean?
The fucking moral authority now?
I mean, I remind you who you answer to.
Sure as fuck isn't you.
Alright, let's clean this shit up.
Who's a fuck puppet now, huh?
I mean, I see you showing me some support.
I'm a warrior on a mission.
Mission.
No turning back.
Auspicious.
To show promise of success with victory.
Ready for anything to come.
Sorry.
Oh, shit.
That guy.
Lovely.
Hi.
Uh, switch over.
Dead, like so many others.
The rest live in fear.
That's the city that Hilda created.
That's how it's gonna stay until I kill her.
Tonight, her empire grumbles.
Number six.
Uh-huh.
You gonna find six more? Oh, God.
Now he's gonna flip.
What's wrong, Glenn?
Ready to be white? No, no, no.
I'll smooth things open with her, okay?
That's a pretty cute way of saying you're gonna throw me under the bus.
You're like a brother to me, okay?
I would never throw you under a bus.
This is it?
I spent six months organizing tonight's ceremony,
and you can't find me 12 street rats ready for camera.
That was your brother, man.
And there's the boss.
I told him.
He's embarrassing the family name.
Did you hear about the speech?
No.
I'm on the podium. I'm doing my thing.
It's going really well.
Whole paragraph about owls.
Owls? Yeah.
These people have never seen owls.
Never seen them.
If you're gonna shit on my heart,
maybe try reading it first, huh?
The owl stop connects to the end and ties the whole thing together.
This isn't a fucking art project, Gideon.
We let you write your shitty speeches
so you'll stop whining about doing your real job.
That's why you do the fisty punchy,
and he does the mouthy talky.
Right.
So next time, give my sweet Glenn some lines he can actually deliver.
Glenn can deliver a shit in the toilet.
Oh, my God!
Do you want to come to the toilet with me?
And yet, he's the one that people want to see,
the one they trust.
Well, then maybe tell your shit-for-dicks husband
to stop shooting his fans.
Yes, well, you all know about today's little incident.
It was an accident, babe.
Glenn's just being a naughty boy now, so he can be a good boy for me tonight.
Is it coming?
Isn't that right, babe? Yeah, babe.
Are you gonna do everything I say and hit your marks
and be a good charming little host? Always, yeah.
That's right.
That's why the camera loves you.
Get him changed and cleaned up.
He's got a big night ahead.
This?
No, I could just wipe this off, babe, with the whip.
I need six more bodies for tonight.
I don't care where you get them.
Hey, Shakespeare, go fucking out.
Fuck off.
I'm sorry, are you talking to me?
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Now?
Yes.
I can't do it.
We're doing a read-through of my script.
No one gives a shit about your writing, Gideon!
No!
What the hell?
How'd you get here? I don't know.
You talk now?
Of course I talk.
Look, you just never ask me any questions.
Now that we've ditched the cranky old man,
I can do whatever I want.
I don't like that guy.
He smells like old milk.
I'm not here to play games.
I'm on a mission.
Ooh, I like missions.
We should wear disguises.
I'm gonna be a ninja,
but with butterfly wings.
I ninja fly.
Wait, butterfly ninja, wait! Shh, be quiet.
Why?
I don't like they can hear me.
I can scream if I want.
Watch.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Shh.
Okay, I got my disguise.
Look, now I'm super sneaky.
We're all so I can fly.
Stop talking.
Wait, wait.
I can't go fast because I'm in disguise.
That's not a disguise.
Butterflies don't blend in.
Exactly.
I stand out more.
I don't think you know how disguises work.
I don't think I know how butterflies work.
Doesn't you?
What happened to no talking?
They gotta be around here somewhere.
I think they were asleep.
Wait.
I'll clear.
What? No, no, no.
Move.
The only thing we should be here is
tie one of my collage with my wife's beautiful lips.
Who the fuck is that?
I think you made them angry.
Okay, I can do this.
Just remember what Shaman said.
You are a worthless piece of shit.
No, that's not it.
We gotta hide.
Sensuous.
To commit total focus to a single task.
No flag.
No weapon.
Don't hit it.
Wait.
Is that what he said?
You are the weapon.
I am the weapon.
Hey, boy.
Hey.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Did you just leave? Oh, fuck.
Come on.
Here it is.
Take it clean, I've got your back with that so maybe you can return to freedom.
You're gonna kill all these fast, I can't.
You won't heal them.
Okay.
I can take this place.
Eat, you freaky.
What are you doing?
We need to work as team here. Team? I've never been on a team.
You push forward with that.
I'm gonna get behind that car. I'm gonna do car stuff. Yeah, yeah.
Go! Oh, come on!
Don't get me part of a team. Wait, where'd my team go? Right, doing car stuff.
Come on.
Round two.
Fight! Radio punch, lobby punch, total knockout.
Oh, it's cool. We keep meeting like this, don't
we? Yeah, my name is Basho. It's like, Basho!
Yeah, yeah, we help with all the fighting, but bad news! So, what I
do, yeah, I just figure stick to my legs, you know, doing car stuff.
Right, the car. Do we need that? Yeah, make sense to me.
Watch out! Oh!
Oh, it's Dave? Yeah, he's got a lot of issues. You can take him, good luck.
Round three. Fight! Fuck you, Dave! Fire one wins.
Game over. Game? Not over?
Uh, yeah, like I said, he's got issues.
Fire two is fucking crazy.
Fatality.
Kind of.
We fucking did it! We did it. I knew we... I thought for sure we'd die. Oh.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
You shot me! You fucking shot me!
Shouldn't make a good team, huh? Let's go.
I can't keep my leg! I'm shot! No, no, no, no,
don't kill him! Don't kill him, don't kill him!
It's all right, it's all right. It's information!
It's matter to a man to call the army again!
Yeah, yeah, I have information. I have information. I do.
I'm actually working undercover with the Vanu Cois. I'm deep, deep...
Oh, fuck off! No, you're not, right?
No, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, but I could be... Please, for his time! Fuck!
I could go undercover. You could be on your side right now. Oh, my God, no!
Jesus Christ, no! You ready? No!
Where's Hilda?
She's at the van, she's at the Vanu Cois mansion!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Folks at Hilda and me, he's in there for years. He's lying.
No, no, no, no! I'm not lying! Every year, before the calling ceremony,
Hilda throws a huge banquet for the whole batshit crazy family.
You all can't be there, man. If you want, if
you want him dead, I can get you in there.
I'm your guy! I can get you in there!
Well, look, I'm not like them. I was, I was with my therapist
the other day, and he asked me to look within, and I did.
You know, I looked deep within, and I realized, this is not me.
This is not who I am, you know?
It's not the real me, they forced me into this. Yeah, they forced me.
They put me on a fucking juice clap to change my name.
My wife even juices my clothes.
I don't even like juice. Yeah.
You know what? Fuck them. I'm gonna help you. Yeah, I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna get you into the mansion. We're gonna go there together.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Wow. Um...
Definitely sounded like he was gonna help us.
Oh, fuck.
You're quiet, fuck me. I couldn't use you back in the day.
Come on, split three years in that shit hole, make it a fucking gun.
Burn the gun, place them to backfire.
You know, the first time they tried to take away from you was hope.
But I never let go of mine. And look what happened.
But I sure was free, baby.
That's what they've got. A lot of people. A lot of people.
They had it on me. I am with the resistance.
See, they tried to use a cunning, a cunning to scare people from doing our cause.
But now it's all lies and illusions, and everyone knows it.
We're still strong. Strong.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Quiet. If we're gonna take down Hilda, we are gonna need an army.
Here we go. That's where a lot of people come in.
Welcome to the resistance.
Hold on.
Okay, wait, just hold, hold.
Hold on, fuck.
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, no, no, no.
Is it me? Here we escape.
Hey, hey, it's me.
Hey, hey.
Get down.
Huh? It's me.
It's you.
Oh, it's me.
Where is everyone? Where's the driver?
Apple, apple, camels.
Apple, apple, what? That can't be right.
What are them?
Hey.
How?
Do the blast with my lips.
Uh-oh, can't read his lips. Is he mumbling in a different language?
They won't load up, but I hear him when I see him.
He got in line.
Probably not saying that. Maybe if I concentrate, I can pick a barber case.
Uh, something about pickles.
Are these words? I don't know.
Don't know buns sound fun.
Uh-oh.
Oh, wait. Don't know buns are not fun.
I've never heard a grown man cry. Not sure what it sounds like.
Now that can't be it.
I'm sorry about the don't know buns.
Hi.
Aah! That makes you crazy! Hang on, Penny.
We do ourselves. We have a secret weapon.
He's talking about me.
I did do that.
A slight exaggeration.
Definitely not true.
I know.
Yeah. All we need is a way in.
You know what time it is? Pan time.
He pushed the computer! That won't pay the computer! Yeah.
Go, go team.
Okay.
There we go.
We have reason to believe the entire Pandecoy family are in the mansion.
The Pandecoys have made it with three siblings.
Now Gideon, he runs the streets.
Melanie, he runs business and PR.
June 27, she is head of security.
And Ben, they no longer pass the hit.
Mm-hmm. Sweaty palms.
Now they all take orders from Hilda.
Now they're coming, so we start to change.
Which means they believe in their house by late.
That gives us a two hour window to get you in.
What?
You cannot go in, gun the blades, and security is going to be airtight.
Dining room!
That's where Ben is bound to come in. Take away Ben, you boy.
Go, go, robot, guitar, the biscuit.
Hold on.
See you down there, hand man.
Glad it is.
What the fuck? Yeah.
Do I need to understand this?
This feels important.
This is the whole plan.
Maybe just pretend you understand.
Keep moving. Look at the press.
Mop is dumb, mop, mop.
Hey Blinky.
Sure, good Blinky.
Joshua seems happy.
That must be a good plan.
I don't like this plan.
I bet the plan will make sense when it happens.
Like a magic trick.
Lots of weird props.
And then something amazing happens.
Except I'm the magician, and I don't know magic.
Nobody knows magic.
That's why it's magical.
Right? So, this is fine.
This is fine.
Okay, it's that kind of plan.
Weapons, danger, we're going to war.
It's war time.
Just give me a weapon and... Now comes the hop-up.
Trap stamps get marked.
Befuddled to be deeply confused.
Deeply, deeply confused.
Finally, disguise it.
Great. I'm a chef. Why am I a chef?
The dinner scene will commence very soon.
Start plating the creme brulee.
I don't know what that means.
How do I plate a creme?
Why am I creme plating?
Don't blow your cover.
Just act...chef-y.
Ooh, macaron!
Sense the bangs? Fine.
One macaron.
But then I need to find...what was that?
Macaron?
That's delicious.
Eat more.
For a chef? Strawberry.
Caramel.
Vanilla.
So soft and squishy.
He's not happy.
I am an instrument shaped for a single purpose.
To kill... You don't look like an instrument.
I'm gonna go take care of something, alone.
You stay here and grab all the macarons you can find.
And when I'm done, we'll bring them to our magical perfect place.
Sound good?
Mission accepted.
But what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna hack chef-y.
You're waiting on the crib!
Yeah! Fire one wins!
I'm so different.
You just took the fucking handles!
Something's wrong.
Gotcha!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I didn't turn up for this. I'm getting the fuck outta here.
Everybody shut your fucking pie holes!
Get back into character! Sit down!
Thank you!
That's right, they're all actors.
It was only a matter of time before somebody tried taking down the queen.
I call it a day.
Hence, the elaborately staged family dinner scene, written by yours truly.
Fly paper for idiots!
Oh, you seem no!
Don't need to get all butt hurt because you fell for
the expertly crafted and incredibly lifelike dialogue.
Great work, everybody, really.
Except for you, Dennis.
I...
I don't even know what to tell you anymore.
You're just not getting it.
Feel a fucking feeling, Dennis!
Think a thought!
You're an empty shell out here!
You're still going on about your damn kiddies play!
It's fine, Gram-Gram. Just go back to sucking on your mango.
Gram-Gram's real, just stop. He's here to keep her here.
Yeah, shoot that damn hobo so I can go and watch my shows.
I'm dealing with the Gram-Gram! Just go back to...
Big mistake, dinkle fuck.
Now, drop the gun, or she'll drop it for you.
Alright, let's give the ladies some room to work, shall we?
Is that the best you've got?
Yeah!
Ooh, she's pretty.
My entire life built to this moment, and I failed.
You will avenge her?
If I lose her, I'd recognize it anywhere.
You were trained by the shellman. Where is he?
Might want to tell her what she wants to know before
she makes you her personal little filleted fuckfish.
Read my lips.
Not really supposed to be funny, didn't she? Read my lips wrong.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Okay.
Easy, Jim. He's got some answers. This is going to require a little bit of finesse.
Give us some privacy, okay? Okay.
Real talk.
Please don't make me do this. This torture shit gives me nosebleeds.
You're pissed. You killed some people, I get it.
Elders, my sister, you don't think I know what she is.
I'm tired of this callin' shit just as much as you are.
Every year.
We go on this wild fuckin' goose chase, rounding up her enemies.
We ran out of keys years ago. I'm not that collected fuckin' bitches.
The streets are clean. We won the war, but it's never enough for her.
She's delusional, hiding out in her fuckin' bunker.
And why? Because you're still out there.
That shit dick from Fox Jungle Asshole, the shaman.
Sick of it. You wanna end the violence? Just give me the shaman.
He'll do us a piece of shit, but so is he.
It doesn't stop till one of them dies, and I'm done giving a shit.
Which one? Well, I'm not.
You're ready to die for this, huh?
You got some fire in you.
I forgot what that's like.
Fuck it.
Time to try this the other way.
Let's see how far that tenacity gets you.
Ready for very time, motherfucker! Huh? You want some more?
I'm not finished with him yet.
It doesn't look like it started.
Oh, what's wrong? Did he give Widow Gideon a nosebleed?
You're up on the way.
You've had a busy night. Talk at the town.
Younger than I expected, but this is good. This'll play.
We haven't met, I'm Melanie.
I believe you crushed my husband's head with a bench vise.
But you made a teensy mistake.
You murdered the wrong Vanderkoi.
Do you have any idea how hard it is...
to find a replacement host one hour before airtime?
I spent years shaping Glenn into what he was, you petulant of shit.
You think you sabotaged my show, but you just gave me the main attraction.
You wanted to become a symbol, didn't you?
A threat to our dynasty.
I'm afraid not, dear. You forget who controls the narrative.
Oh, I am gonna make you soo pretty for them.
Dainty. Fragile.
And that's how they'll see you. And they're all gonna watch and cheer.
As you die.
Take him to the studio.
I need cameras to tell the story. I want camera three in the splatter zone.
If you don't get that lens covered in blood, you're doing it wrong.
We're reworking the intro. Hilda enters her stage, right?
She's here? Yes, she finally caught out of her cave.
Glenn's dead. Questions will be asked. They need assurance we're still in control.
Only Hilda can't get from that.
Don't tell her who our sponsor is and keep her away from any guns.
She hasn't been out of that broken ears.
She's completely unstable. We can't control her.
I'm sorry. What can I control?
Who's been shaping the city's perception of Hilda during her paranoid psycho years?
She staged a revolution, but who got it paid for?
I make tiger roars out of kitten meows.
You of all people should know this.
After all, who made them fear you? Now, come on.
Watch me make that crazy bitch roar again.
Get this asshole ready for camera.
You should have just given us a sh- I think Mr.
Grumpenpants needs cheering up. How about a little gossip talk?
I could have killed her. Why did you get in my way? I don't know.
That's not good enough. You're supposed to be helping me.
Welcome to a calling. For 25 years, we've celebrated this city's
progress by cleansing it of all ones who stand in its way.
I'm proud this televised tradition was born from humble beginnings.
I hate this fucking day.
The heart of our city, the heart of our courageous leader.
25 years.
Since we reclaimed this city from the miscreants
and murderers who painted our streets with blood.
I don't like this game anymore.
One purpose.
We'll go home.
Shaved. Shaved. Shaved.
We'll go to bed.
Look just like us, don't they?
It's how they linger among us. The invisible sickness
spreading from the inside, infecting everything.
I see it everywhere I go. What the fuck is she saying?
I gave you the light! I fight into you!
Wait the fucking teleport! You're not.
What's done cannot be undone.
You can't push a hole and make it shine, no? She's insane.
And you carve deeper and deeper and deeper.
Until finally, you reached it.
And you're in the middle of the sun.
I sent no guns. I gave her a fucking gun.
I couldn't help you, Michael.
Smack it.
How about a guy, everybody? Okay.
Now, in us waiting, what are we all here to- What cleanses our city?
Let's see how far that tenacity gets you.
Is felony therapy?
What sponsor makes tonight possible?
I think so!
What the fuck?
The color is so frustrating.
And we're not used to them all.
Against a special surprise from our favorite fluffy friend, Austin Jones.
Delirium.
A confused mental state that may result in imagery that clearly can't be real.
It's true, the lyrics may be sold for money,
but if you want to bring it back to nothing else,
you'll be happy to help me.
A sponsor may continue to- Let the calling commence.
Here's one.
I am an instrument, shaped for a single permit.
What happened?
How much did it take?
So many questions.
Let's go! Let's wait!
Go now!
Then, we took a bite of security bars while you create the version.
My 01 wins!
I'm ready to pay a nice stop.
Then we picked you up for the one you've earned.
Let's go to our security measures.
Then they can work this magic.
Fuck you!
That's how we talk to Hand Basket, Mini-Masked Brand Man.
Not this again.
Chop up the bomb from his feet.
Yeah, pull this guy down, yeah.
That was the good part, yeah.
Full float the diver, master apples, slap grab the dodo.
And now we're here! Wait a second.
Part of that makes sense.
Finish the fucking job.
We are the revolution. Turn right ends.
Ready?
So...
How is your little kitty show going? Fuck you.
Bring in your men. Clean this up.
You know, when somebody takes a steamy shit
in the kitchen sink, I stop doing the dishes.
He doesn't free himself without help.
I know what you did.
Fix this! I already did.
Come back here.
Don't you dare walk away from me!
Okay, you soggy serial shit pirate.
Nobody fucks with my show.
Henry!
Henry! Oh, no! Fuck.
Look at it.
You're not part of the serial company sponsor master!
That was me!
All you did was improve my rating.
Oh, yeah, go on. Do it on camera.
Make me a martyr.
Where are you going? Coward.
Wait.
No. No, no, no, wait.
Well, hey, man.
Nice job.
Now I did it for time.
Let's just take a quick nap.
Tough guy.
Hey, no, no, no.
No, no, it's okay. It's okay, mate. It's okay.
Whoops.
I said I'd take your tail down.
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
You remember the first thing they try and take from you?
No.
Don't you ever lose it.
Come on.
See you soon, buddy.
No.
You know, I just...
I just realized you have too much here.
I can't...
Go!
Get down!
Extra pain to destroy every motherfucker that gets in my way.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Please, please.
Probably was... expecting it to shut up.
That's like...
boss fight.
Sorry to disappoint, bitch.
Sister Melanie shot me in the back.
And she's a nice one.
You'll need this.
They evacuated.
They're in the bunker, that's where you'll find her.
Yeah, well...
Do what you gotta do.
He helped us.
No more distractions.
You just keep counting everybody.
You're not real.
Listen to me.
I'm your sister!
My sister is dead.
I don't need you anymore.
Ding-dong.
You have reached your final destination.
In a few moments, our lovely ground room will open the doors,
unload a flurry of armor-piercing bullets, and syringe these pieces.
You will die, alone, all for nothing.
No.
Not for nothing.
This is for her.
Please.
It really is you, isn't it? I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you.
He commences you were dead.
I... And here you are.
You remember me, don't you? Your mother.
..
He did this to you.
He made you forget what you are.
The things he must have done to you.
Is this your mother?
Your mother is dead, boy.
This is your mother.
Mother is dead.
Look at him.
This man killed your father.
Trained soldiers to destroy her family.
He thought we were weak.
Spare the children.
Please.
He used you to orchestrate his revenge.
Turned you against me.
Against your family.
Against your own sister.
I did it for us.
For you.
Because I love you.
He took you from me.
It's been years hunting for him.
Remember where I come?
It was poison, like...
The night was different.
He was there in the audience watching.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, it's not your fault.
And then when you put you under a spell...
A spell that won't end until he's dead, just...
Please, please show me you're still in there, my sweet, sweet boy.
Come back to me.
Please.
This isn't your brother.
Everything he wants of us has been stripped away.
He's lost to us.
The Charmin wants us dead.
This is his weapon.
Deal with him accordingly.
The only way out is the way that we came in.
We've got to make a right point.
Okay.
Let's do this.
Come on!
I never stopped looking for you.
They told me the Charmin had killed you, but I never stopped.
To exist between two states.
I hate them for taking you away from me.
Every last one of them.
Hey, motherfucker! The same's now.
Hey.
Don't worry about me.
No, it's better than...
You're free now.
Don't go.
We've all been fine.
I can't do that.
I made a promise.
This time we're gonna make it.
From now on we make our own rules.
I'm gonna take us far away from this totalitarian hellhole.
I know we can't stay here.
Just you and me, here, together.
When something's special enough, you can always go back to it.