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I love you.

You're one of the only things
that makes me feel safe.

- Who's Coach Dawson?
- We're all on the same team.

Priorities have changed, Charles.

I really don't think you wanna go
talking to me like royalty, Prince.

It turns out that you've been lying.

You took everything from us.

I think I'm lost, Matteusz.

Then I will find you.

Our deal still stands.

You helped us, we'll help you.

It's the smallest of infractions.

You know, sometimes I think you
can't even hear the words you use.

- It was three minutes, at most.
- Late is late, Prince.

Everything we've been through,
I hardly...

"Everything we've been through"?

Oh, do you mean enslaving me?

Punishment. It was...

You know what?
I'm not going to do this anymore.

At any moment, you could destroy the
entire species who killed our people,

and yet...

well, here we stand, in a school.

You shouldn't avenge genocide
with genocide.

- That's what the Doctor said.
- Oh, the Doctor.

And of course no-one else
in all of time and space

can think for themselves.

- It isn't your decision, Quill.
- Nope.

But detention is.

Wait a minute, all of us?

Hey! Quill, hey!

Hey, Quill, what are you doing?

You've all got an hour detention
and I've got things to do.

April's in charge, obviously.

You're sworn to protect me.

And that's why
I'm locking you in, Prince.

It's so you won't come to any harm.

Why? Where are you going?!

Hey! She can't do this.

I can't be trapped inside something.

It's, um...

I think that she was just
trying to be annoying.

I didn't know
you were claustrophobic.

What was that?

An earthquake?

In London?

Guys, what's up with the windows?

What's up with the door?

Is detention always like this?

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Oh, my God.
What just happened?

Oh, this is bad.

This is really, really, really bad.

What caused the explosion?

Really bad.

- Yo, she tried to kill us.
- Quill?

I'm feeling weirdly pissed off
about that.

- Weirdly?
- She can't. She has to protect me.

Any aggressive move
and she'll die herself.

She's obviously done something,
a loophole.

But what?

She's twisted.
I always knew she had it in for us.

I don't think she did this.

So, who did?

And what is this, anyway?

Is it even real?

It can't be space, or we'd be dead.

What if we're dead?

No, if this were heaven,
you guys wouldn't be here with me.

- What?
- Not in, like, a mean way.

Ok, so, what happened?

Where are we?

And how do we get out?

- Nothing. No signal.
- Me neither.

- Who would you call, anyway?
- I've got... friends.

Besides us?

Why are you being so mean, Ram?

And, anyway, we're enough.
We're enough for me.

What is with you today?

Guys, was there a sound
of a tear opening?

Did you hear one
when you opened the door?

Maybe.

I was more worried about being
locked in a room, though, so...

Could we have got pulled through?

Or did something knock us astray?

That's interesting.

Or deadly.

Yeah. 'Cause nothing's tried
to kill us lately.

- It looks like...
- A rock.

A deadly rock.

Like an asteroid or something,
is what I was gonna say.

Do you remember the film
we watched in astrophysics?

Yeah.

It was very boring.

The tears go through
all of space and time,

so maybe something hit one of
the tears as it opened and...

knocked us away.

- If we got hit by a meteor...
- Asteroid.

When it enters the atmosphere
it becomes a meteor.

Oh, you're learning!

I didn't get into A Levels
by accident.

- Oh, then why all the extra help?
- Oh, would you get off my back?

- You're just like my dad!
- What?

- Don't talk to her like that.
- What are you getting pissed off for?

I don't know! I don't...

Is it hot in here?

Uh, I think you may be right
about the radiation.

Oh, God.

Anyone know the symptoms
of radiation poisoning?

Agony, followed by death.

He's right.

I, um... I need to get out of here,
please.

To where? We're hanging
in the middle of nowhere, Charlie.

It's not even space.

It's not Shadow.
Can you still feel that?

Shadow?

No, no, Shadow feels different,
alive.

- This is...
- Like nothing.

Like nothing at all.

Does anyone else feel like
the room is closing in on them?

What about the radiation?

I don't especially want to die
in here with you lot.

Maybe we're not even trapped.

Maybe it's just one of those things
where you think you're in a box

but if you just walked out the door
you'd be fine.

Two birds, one stone.

I'm in Poland.

I'm in Poland.

Is this what Poland looks like?

I'm with my father.

We're visiting my babcia.
It's her birthday.

This is... last year.

This is only last year.

She takes me inside and she says,
"Tell me the truth, Mattie.

"Tell me the truth."

Put it down. Put it down.

- Put it down. Put it down.
- I'm afraid of you.

- What?
- It's the truth.

I love you,
I think of you all the time.

My heart sometimes breaks
just for the thinking of you, but...

I'm also afraid of you.

Afraid of me?

- You're human, huh?
- Matteusz?

You look human.
You're human all over, yeah?

But inside you're not human at all.

And I'm afraid of who you are,
of what you're capable of.

Of what you will do.

That's new.

Whoa.

Great! We're trapped!
There's no way out of here.

It's not burnt.

It didn't even feel hot
when I picked it up.

So, what happened?

Yeah, you said
you were back in Poland.

It was the day I told my grandmother
about who I was,

and she knew, of course,
grandmothers always do.

But she wanted to...
to hear it from me.

And then what?

The truth came clear
and had to be said.

I'm not sure it HAD to be said.

No. That's what I mean,
I couldn't stop.

I wanted to,
but there it was, being said.

But it's only part of the truth,

the smallest part, the angriest part,
the most fearful part.

- No, I... I understand.
- Charlie.

So, it's an asteroid of truth?

- Meteor of truth.
- Yeah, alright, we heard you, Ram.

That's not possible, though.
Rocks don't make you tell the truth.

Well, they don't knock you
into nothingness, either.

Yeah. But there's tears
in space and time.

Maybe we got knocked out of both.

Don't look at me like that.

Athletes can have brains.

What...?

- No, that's not what I'm thinking.
- What?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...

how do we get knocked back in again?

- And how long is it gonna take?
- How should I know?

What don't you know?

I'm not really afraid of you.

I'll believe you if you want me to.
I really will.

Charlie...

Hey, if that's what you need...
I'll do my best.

It was the stone.

It was the truth.

I'm not afraid of you now. I'm not
afraid of you when we're together.

Just the rest of the time?

Don't you fear for what you love?

For it, not of it.

You are different.

We are different.

Show me one person who knows
how to do what we're doing.

I thought we were finding a way.

Does it hurt?

The alien leg,
when you do something like that?

Yes, it hurts
when I do something like that.

It does everything a normal leg does.

Ugh. I was just asking.

I know. I know.

It's the fact that it IS
a normal leg, that's the problem.

'Cause footballers aren't normal.
You can't be great and normal.

- Yes, you can.
- Oh, please.

That's just happy-clappy stuff
teachers want you to believe.

You know, some people are grateful
for so-called normal.

Like who?

My mum was in a wheelchair
for eight years.

Yeah, well,
she's not anymore, is she?

Wow!

Why are you being such a dick?!

I really don't know. I really don't.

Besides the being trapped thing...

I just feel weirdly angry.

Me too.

Let's have a look at that meteor.

Ok, let's think this through.

Stones don't make you tell the truth.

- I didn't do that on purpose.
- Oh, I believe you.

So, that means...

It means... it's not a stone?

Or it's not... JUST a stone.

Correct.

So...

what is it?

Alien.

Some unknown material.
Something stuck to it.

Something alien stuck to it.

An... energy?

Telepathy?

Just... stop us when
we get it right, yeah?

Look, I don't know.
And that's the problem, isn't it?

We're stuck here and
we don't have enough information.

We don't know if we're being
poisoned by radiation.

And really, aren't you all
feeling a little angry

when you should be feeling scared?

If it spoke to or through Matteusz,

maybe it could tell us something.

So...

What are you doing?!
Wait, I'm being yelled at.

- What's going on?
- My mum.

Like me, like memory,
but you're there.

I was little and...

..I stole some sweets
from an off-license.

I tried to pretend that
I didn't know it was wrong,

but my mum sat me down and said...

"Tell me the truth."

"Tell me the truth."

And you did. And you did.

You guys aren't really my friends.

What?

You only... tolerate me.

You look at me like
a little sister or a... a baby.

No, we don't.

That's... that's how it feels.

It's the truth.

I'm telling you the truth.

Put down the rock, and I'll
tell you what the real truth is.

No! Not yet.

I'm doing this for a reason.
Ask me a question.

Somebody ask me something!

- About what?
- About the rock, alien boy!

God, you keep saying
how you're this prince,

but all you do is stand around
and ask stupid questions

and get obvious things wrong!

Is the rock dangerous?

Yes. Yes, it's dangerous.

If you hold it too long
it fries your brain.

- Our chemistry can't handle it.
- Then let it go!

Not yet. Ask me again.
Make me tell you the truth.

What is it? Is it alien?

- It's a kind of intelligence.
- I told you it was alien!

But not quite. It's something
incorporated on the asteroid.

A prisoner!

- What do you mean prisoner?
- There's something in here with us!

Why did you even pick it up?

If there's something in there that
can make us tell the truth, well,

maybe we can force it to tell us
the truth of where we are.

And how to get out of here. Clever.

Stupid.

- It could have killed you.
- Well, it didn't kill Matteusz.

- And the brain-frying?
- I didn't know that part.

Can we please just get back
to the whole prisoner thing?

I don't know where it came from,
except, obviously, through a rift.

A rift that opened on a kind
of prison in space somewhere?

Guys, how bad would you have to be
to be put in a prison in space?

And if he's still here, does
that mean the prisoner's escaped?

Ram! What are you doing?

Tanya, what did
the prisoner look like?

I don't know. I just felt it.

If he's here, don't you think we
should find him before he finds us?

Are you ok?

Why wouldn't I be?

I'm trapped in a confined space,

which is making my heart beat
nearly twice as fast as normal,

you're afraid of me,

and everyone thinks I act like
a prince asking stupid questions.

No, they don't.
That was Tanya being angry.

It was the truth.

So, ok...

ok, back when I'm learning English,
I would read in your language

and my religious mother,
well, she hears about this book

about this place called Narnia...

Narnia? Is that, um... Canada?

Who knows?

But it's about this group of kids
and they go to this Narnia

and they... I don't know, have
adventures with goats and witches.

It's not important to this story.

But there's this one girl
called Susan,

and all the time I'm reading
these books I'm thinking,

"This author
really, really hates Susan."

Because, well, for one thing
she doesn't get to go to heaven

because she wears make-up.

What are these books about?

But the other thing is that she
overhears a friend talking about her

when she shouldn't, and the friend
says not nice things,

and it's a moment of weakness
for the friend,

but the friendship is ruined forever.

Do you never complain
about your friends?

Do you never complain about me?

Even in the privacy of your head?

That's the thing.

I never actually do.

Ok, I, um...

need to get out of here.

- Charlie.
- It's ok, I won't be a Susan.

But I can't do it again.
The brain-frying, remember?

Yeah, I'm pretty clear
on the brain-frying.

That's why I've got
this look on my face.

You're not seriously thinking
about picking it up again?

Not me, one of you.

You can do it for a few seconds,
it won't hurt you before that.

- Are you sure about that?
- Pretty sure.

I think she's right.
I didn't feel harm at first.

But eventually.

How else are we gonna
get out of here?

Why do you think it knows?

Anyway, if it's a prisoner
it would have been locked away.

Yeah, not much to see from jail.

Yeah, I know.

Don't you think the view
probably looked a lot like this?

- Ok, I'm doing it.
- Doing what?

Wait.

Whoa.

It brought its prison with it.

And took us along for the ride.

But it's still a prisoner, though.

Yeah. If it knew how to escape
it wouldn't be here.

But it will know about the prison.

It will know who put it there.
It might know something we can use.

How do we know it just doesn't
want to use us?

Oh, it wants that, too.

I felt this. It's probing us.

Uh, but that's a two-way street.

It answered all my questions.

We just need to ask it more,
ask it the right ones.

- No, it's too dangerous.
- So is starving to death.

And being trapped in a room.

The way I see it is
we have three more chances

to find out something we can use.

I felt like it learned
something from me,

but it knows me and Matteusz now

and would kill us before we got
anything else out of it.

You're really making me
want to pick up that rock.

This is a prison, Ram!
We can't get out!

- I think Charlie's right.
- Thank you.

- About what?
- Ms Quill surely has to rescue you.

She'll come back to
the classroom at some point.

And see what?! What does she see
when she opens that door?

- That we're gone?
- Yeah. Are we even on Earth anymore?

Does that mean she suddenly
lives in a world

where I no longer need
to be protected?

Crap.

Meaning?

Meaning she won't exactly be
motivated to save us, will she?

Oh, why would she?
She's no longer your slave!

Fine. I'll do it.

I've got nothing I'm ashamed of.

I don't know how I keep getting
myself in these situations.

Just don't let my brain get fried.

I kinda like it.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Who are you?

- Ram?
- This is weird.

What are you seeing?

My back garden. I asked my dad if I
can tell him what happened to my leg.

The truth.

I love you.

More than you love me.

More than you'll ever be
able to love me.

- Ram...
- I didn't expect it.

I didn't ask for it.

But I look at you and I think,
"She's the one."

And I don't know why, but you are.

And you don't feel the same back.

You... you don't know that. I...

That's how it feels.

Who's making Ram say this?

- Who's in there?!
- The last prisoner.

Oh, no.

Aarggh!

- Put his head this side!
- Ram!

- What happened?!
- You tell us.

It is a prison.
The whole meteor field.

Every rock has the consciousness
of a prisoner bound to it.

- And one got knocked into ours.
- He. I think it's a he.

Yeah, it felt like a he to me.

He's a murderer.

He took lives
over and over and over again.

That's why he was put in this prison,
with four others.

But how do you know any of this?
We didn't ask you, you didn't say.

He told me.

That's why we tell the truth,
he was made to.

Forced to.

That's all he's got left
after so long.

It's his confession.

What does he gain from it?
Why did he try to kill you?

I felt like it had something to do...

with the strength of my confession.

But I do know this...

the prison stirs you up,
makes you angry.

Angry enough to kill.

He killed the other four.

He killed them all.

What are you thinking?

- I'm wondering what we can give him.
- Give him?

He wants to kill us.

So, he'll give us what we want.
He can't kill us right away.

- We can use that.
- He's a prisoner.

He doesn't have a key.
He can't even remember who he is.

But he'll know
what his prison is like.

He'll know the boundaries of it.
I mean, where are we, exactly?

Are we in an asteroid field with him?

Are we still in Coal Hill,
just... trapped?

Maybe we're wrong.

Maybe it's as simple
as Quill just coming back.

White people.

White people what?

Always so optimistic,

always so certain things are
going to work out for you.

Oh, well, because they usually do.

My dad tried to kill me
when I was eight.

But you got your mum up
walking again.

- Typical white person happy ending.
- Tanya.

I... I know. I'm sorry.

Look, I'm really sorry.
I'm in such a bad mood.

Tell me about it.

It's just...

I'm not overflowing
with friends here.

Yet another reason to feel left out.

You know that we don't
just tolerate you.

I'm three years younger than you,

and there's a big difference
between 14 and 17.

It's not so much of a difference.

I've been a kid sister my whole life.

When do I get to stop
and just be a person?

I think that you're a person.

Yeah, and now you've had to
come over here and tell me that,

it makes me feel even more different.

Oh, for Chrissakes, Tanya.

Don't you think
that Charlie feels different?

- Or Matteusz?
- His family kicked him out.

Ram's lost a leg,
I'm sharing a heart,

we've all got something.

Don't explain my own feelings to me.

And don't pretend
like you know how this feels.

- Tanya...
- We need someone to pick it up.

Charlie or April.

And we all just do
what you say now, do we?

I don't see anyone else
picking up the mantle.

A mantle which has managed
to insult a number of us.

Sometimes action isn't pretty,
you big Polish giraffe!

That isn't even a logical insult.

Ok, can we please just stop fighting?

Who else are we gonna fight?

Giraffes have very long necks.

I am perfectly normally proportioned.

Oh, are we getting things
off our chest now?

'Cause I've got a few opinions
I'd be happy to share.

I think you shared enough today.

And I'm not ashamed of it.
I'm not ashamed of what I said.

Me neither. I was telling the truth!

- You were telling the truth?
- Move, man!

Yes!

Come on! This isn't normal.
This isn't us.

W... we fought things together,
we saved things together.

We can do it again.

Yeah, you're right, Charlie.

I think we may be getting
the prisoner's anger too.

I guess that makes sense.

Unreal.
I'm not normally like this.

None of this is normal.

Hey...

- It's all good.
- My heart, it feels like I'm...

I think I'm dying.

No, I know this.
This is a panic attack.

- A what?!
- An attack of panic.

Oh.

It'll pass. It feels like death,
but it's not.

Look at me.

Look at me! Breathe with me.

Good job.

I'm here.

I'm, um... having real trouble being
trapped in a confined space.

Ok.

Ok what?

We're either gonna
kill each other from rage,

or Charlie's going to have
a heart attack.

I'm going to pick up the rock.

Isn't anyone
going to try and stop me?

- Oh, my God.
- Confess!

That didn't happen before.

It's him! It's the voice
I heard in my head!

- I didn't hear a voice!
- Me neither!

Is it getting stronger?

- April!
- Don't!

Confess!

When I had to testify against my dad
after the accident...

I had look my dad in the eye...

and tell the truth about how
he drove off the road on purpose,

how...

Confess!

He wants me to speak
before he'll tell us anything.

He wants me to...

I don't love you
as much as you love me.

I don't trust how fast you've fallen
and I don't trust that it'll last.

- It will, I promise.
- I don't believe you.

And it's not just that.

I worry that I'll never feel as
strongly for you as you feel for me.

- Let her go!
- No!

He's got his confession now.

- Just ask me something.
- Where are we?

Here and nowhere.

Not an answer!

You are in no time, no space.

You will not escape.
You will not escape!

April! Hey!

I'm ok. I'm here. I'm here.

It was the heart.

He wasn't expecting
Shadow Kin blood in my veins.

Do you know what he meant,
"No time"?

We've been taken out of time.

We won't... age,
we won't need to eat...

but we'll be here forever.

But what can you tell us
about the prisoner?

They were living consciousnesses

put in a prison
where guilt was their weapon.

The pain that we've been
feeling from confessions

just makes us feel
angrier and angrier.

They obliterated each other
with theirs.

Well, did he have any thoughts
on a way out?

Just to start killing each other.

It's the only way out he knows.

He wants us to
confess each other to death?

You said earlier that maybe
we're getting his anger.

I agree. Can't you feel it?

I'm doing everything I can
not to yell at you guys right now.

I-I don't feel angry, though.

I feel hugely stressed

about being trapped in
a confined space we can't leave,

but I'm not especially angry.

That's true, isn't it?
Why are you different?

It's probably not because
I'm a prince.

- A human prince, anyway.
- Exactly.

Whatever he's doing, it seems like
it affects Rhodians differently.

No, I don't like where this is going.

He's getting stronger, he's
feeding on our confessions somehow.

Yeah, but he might not be able
to feed off mine.

That's a very big 'might'.

But it's better to take a remote
chance over a nonexistent one.

Yes.

Charlie...

please don't pick up the stone.

So I can stay
the stupid prince forever,

always asking obvious questions?

Charlie, I was annoyed
when I said that.

- All friends fight.
- I wouldn't know!

Alright, now I am a little angry.

Because Ram was right.

Who would I call on my phone
that isn't Quill or in this room?

But on your home world...

I was a prince,
as you never stop reminding me.

The closest friend
I had before coming to this planet

was the man who wrote my speeches.

- You gave speeches?
- Since I was seven.

Did I ever fight with friends?
No, I didn't.

And I don't know how to do it,

and I don't know how to make my heart
stop feeling like this,

and I don't know how to stop
the true feeling

that you've all just been putting up
with my stupidity

and difference this whole time.

- That's not what I'm doing.
- No, you're just afraid of me.

- Charlie...
- We all feel that way.

What?

Something April said,
and I shut her up.

We all feel that way.

We all feel like the one
that's left out,

the one who the others
could do without.

I look forward to seeing you
every single day.

At least I used to, before today.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

And that's an honest apology, too.

Does that mean
we can be friends again?

Oh, we never stopped
being friends, you airbag!

Airbag... in a friendly way.

Yeah.

Well, at least this would
get us out of the exams.

Yeah, and who's been able to study?

Too busy saving the world.

This thing is, like,
impossible not to play with.

- Ram...
- It's ok.

- Don't tell me it's ok...
- It's ok.

I knew it anyway. I'm not an idiot.

Then don't be an idiot

about allowing me
to feel complicated things.

I can still feel for you and worry.

I can still wonder.

You know, you're
making it easier by pouting.

Then let me help you even more.

Ram...

It's ok. It's good
to know the truth.

The truth of now,
the truth of that moment,

not the truth that I want,
or the truth that I'm exploring.

Well, you don't have to
explore it anymore.

I mean, it's better this way.
Good to know I can play the field.

Ram...

I mean, it's not like
I don't have options.

Why are you being like this?
Are you really that stupid?

What?

You think you can say those things
to me and I don't get hurt?

That's the last thing that I wanted.

We both confessed the truth.

Mine was that I loved you.
Yours was that you didn't.

We've all heard things
we didn't want to hear.

And said things
we didn't want to say.

- I'm going to pick up the rock.
- Why? So you can be the hero?

- Don't take it out on him.
- You know what?

My life didn't turn to crap

until I started hanging around
with you dorks.

Maybe I'm missing the obvious
solution to all this grief.

Oh, you're calling me a dork?

- Well, aren't you?
- Hey!

Enough of the, "Hey!",
goody two-shoes.

You get someone
this smoking hot after you

and you can't even be bothered to
stirring yourself up to liking him.

Oh, well, you're making it easier
by the second.

Yes, you're being a real...

Who are you, anyway? Why are you
always hanging around with us?

- Whoa!
- What, you're defending him?

He said he's afraid of you.

He's my boyfriend.

You ever wondered about that?

You ever wondered what kind of a guy
would date an alien?

I mean, that's a really
special-ass fetish, mate.

I'm sorry, you challenging me
to a fight?

None of this is natural.

Well, neither is alien shagging.

How many knobs does he have?

Guys, stop...

Stop! Stop!

Let's just... stop it! Stop it!

Is this who we are now?!

Just endless angry truths, the worst
things we think about each other?

He's got into our heads enough
to start us fighting

and this room is obviously only
going to make us angrier and angrier.

- That's not a bad explanation.
- I know!

You think... You think you know me.

You think I'm this pampered prince.

You want confessions?

I'll give you confessions.

I want to murder the Shadow Kin.

Every last one.

I want to use the Cabinet of Souls

to wipe them
from the face of existence.

- But, Charlie...
- I would lose you.

I would lose myself.

I would lose all hope
of anything good ever again.

But I want to do it.

I think of it every day, and the
only thing that stops me is you.

And... sometimes...

sometimes I hate you for it.

And that's who I am.

You think you know me, but you don't.

You want to know who'd be the last
one standing out of the five of us?

I would.

Charlie, what are you doing?!

Wait!

Come on! Come and get me!

Force the truth out of me.

You think you can handle
the guilt of the Prince of Rhodia?

- Confess!
- I already did. What else you got?

Confess!

Tell us how to get out of here.

Tell us what you're lying about.

Lying?

Come on!

What are you hiding from us?

- Confess!
- No! You confess!

Charlie, put it down!

Not until he tells the truth.

What have you got to tell us?!

- You!
- You what? You what?

- Oh.
- What?

I love you.

It's the truth.

And it's also true that...

I'll lose you.

No!

Aaargh!

What's happening to it?

Charlie, it's killing you!

Charlie, what's happening?

Fight it, Charlie! Win it!

Fight! Keep fighting!

Confess! What do you have to tell me?

- You...
- Yes.

- Are...
- I am what?

My murderer!

Yes. Yes, I am.

Charlie?

He was looking for death.

He wanted someone guiltier than him
to end his suffering.

And you stopped him?

Yes. Because I'm not innocent.

Not in my heart.

For a Rhodian, a wish
is the same as an action.

That's messed up.

I know.

I think we have some things
to talk about.

Yes, we do.

- Can we go now?
- 'Cause I'm out of here.

What's happening?!

Uh, I don't...

Oh, no.

What? What?!

I think I may have
done something stupid.

Charlie?

The prison still needs a prisoner...

- and I'm the guiltiest.
- Charlie!

- No! No!
- Charlie!

Oh, my God. You can't even
handle detention right.

How can... How can you...

I'm... I'm gone!

- Aren't you gonna go after him?
- No!

But if the rock was making us
angry, then...

You'll understand
when you get a boyfriend.

And there it is!

Why do we rely on other people?

How can you fire a gun?

You do not want to talk to me
after the day I've had.

Day?

We've only been gone 45 minutes.

Really?

It seemed like a lifetime.

What happened to your eye?
And your hair?

And how can you fire a gun?

I just saved you, didn't I?

- Isn't that my punishment?
- But... But you...

Yeah, well, consider it
my last favour, Prince.

Last?

- It's...
- It's the arn.

I'm no longer your slave, Prince.

I have my free will back...

and I have my gun.

And things are...

Oh...

Things are gonna change around here.

You've all got an hour detention
and I've got things to do.

What exactly are we waiting for?

You really will either end today
dead or with your freedom.

Then let's begin.