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- I'm hosting a tournament.

And I invite
the best drivers to compete.

[groaning]

- John?
- Quiet?

- We call ourselves
The Dolls.

The divide between
insiders and outsiders

grows by the day.

- I'm entering the tournament.

I'm gonna wish to bring down
all the city walls.

It's bad out here, John.
And it's getting worse.

- This monster's after me.
Who is he?

- My best friend!

- Unfortunately, you missed
every major organ on his body.

- [Stu] When you're
the last survivor,

everyone will know
Sweet Tooth is the best.

- Look, I was thinking,
come with me.

- You're lucky
I'm available.

- Ah!

- [Dollface] I heard you
and Quiet make quite the team.

- Just like old times.

- John and I are gonna
take a detour.

[screaming]

[both screaming]

- I'm Mayhem.

You're looking at
the best driver

on the West Coast.
- Prove it.

You don't have a goddamn clue
what you're doing.

- [Mayhem] What the hell
is that?

This wasn't on
the final exam!

- If you two
are gonna win,

you're gonna need
some special weapons.

And the most
overpowered specials

can only be found
in Diesel City.

- That's cool, but we don't
have any money.

- We're gonna steal them.

**

**

- [John Doe] You wanna steal
a bunch of weapons

out of this place?

Looks like you're gonna
need a plan to do that.

- Good thing I've got one.

So here's the deal.

The cardinal rule of Diesel City
is no violence.

Dozens of snipers in there
make sure of that.

You die,
it's from their bullet.

Diesel City
is for buyers only.

So whatever
gas you bring

is swapped out
for an in-house currency.

And while the bazaar
has got a whole slew

of fine-ass weaponry,

the most lethal ordnance
can be found

deep in the Emperor's
inner sanctum,

locked away in a vault
and for good reason,

because these
are game changers,

S-tier special weapons,
the nasty shit.

- [Mayhem] They have
an emperor here? Sick.

- [Dollface] The biggest hurdle
will be opening up the vault.

The switch
that controls the door

is way up there
in the crow's nest.

- So how do we get into
the inner sanctum?

- [Dollface] Only the highest
paying customers are allowed.

And the people
with the most money

are the representative
from the insider cities.

- I think the official term
is a gaggle of fucknuts.

- You blend in
with them,

get yourself
a lanyard,

boom,
you're in.

- I'll take the lead
on this one.

- Really? You?

- Yeah, me.

I used to live with insiders.
I know how their brain works.

Do you even know
what an hors d'oeuvres is?

And you won't believe
how they spell that shit.

- Listen, how are we
going to blend in?

I mean, we're filthy.

I don't even know
whose blood this is.

- Here you go.

Mr. and Mrs. Dipshit
reporting for duty.

Okay, so while you two
look for the vault,

I'll sneak up to the crow's nest
and get the door open.

You have 30 minutes
to get your asses there.

- 20 minutes, yeah.

- What?!

30 minutes.

- Yeah,
that's what I meant.

- You got to be
in and out, okay?

Mayhem,
you'll stay back here.

Shit goes sideways,
we might need a getaway driver.

- Oh, hell yeah!

I'll totally drive us
the fuck out of here.

- She ready for this?

- Yes.

- Keys, bitch!

[keys jingle]
Thank you.

- Okay.

You two ready to debut
the new spring collection?

- [Mayhem] Wow.

You look like
a loose turd.

- Goddamn.

- We good?

- Yeah,
we're good.

- [Dollface]
All right, let's go.

- Bye.
Don't die in there.

- Offerings
for the Emperor?

[sniffs]

20 pieces each.

Welcome to Diesel City,
where commerce is created

and conflict
is not tolerated.

Happy shopping.

[indistinct chatter]

- Remember, vault door,
30 minutes.

- [John Doe]
That's a bold choice.

- Knights of Nebraska.

I heard
they took over Topeka

and then killed
what was left of the law.

- Guess they can wear whatever
funny fucking hats they want.

So this is
Diesel City.

Ho-ly shit.

- Eight for all
of these?

- [Merchant] Mm-hmm.
And if you're interested,

I'm running a sale
on .40 caliber.

- Hey, they got grenades.

Can we have some?

- We have grenades
in the truck.

- No, but these ones have
little metal pieces in them.

I'll never ask
for anything again.

- Not this time.
Thank you.

I know you're excited,

but you need to calm down
a little bit, okay?

Remember, this is about
us winning the tournament,

not about you buying
whatever you want.

- I do want
to win the tournament.

- Exactly. And these
bullets I got us,

they're armor piercing.

Pretty sweet, huh?
- Yeah, I guess.

- Trust me, you're going
to have plenty of toys

to play with.
Okay?

- See, that's why I like
working with you, Stu.

You do the premeditating.
I do the murder.

Speaking of,

I know killing is a big
no-no around here,

but I'm pretty sure
I can get away with it.

I mean, it can't
be that hard.

- [Merchant]
Stop, thief!

[gunshot]
[grunts]

- Oh, shit.

- Oh!
[laughing]

Woo! Way to go!

You really misted
that guy.

Oh, man, whew!

- See, that's why
you gotta behave.

They're always watching.

- Where there's
a willing clown,

there's a way to murder.
Know what I'm saying?

- Look, why don't you
go pick out

something special
for the tournament?

Here you go.

Get whatever you want,
so long as it's useful.

Okay?
Have fun.

And no murder.

- Sure thing, Stu.

[laughing]

**

[buzzer]

- Okay. We need to get some
lanyards without a fight.

Any ideas?

- No.

- Oh, way to take
the lead.

Here comes some insiders.
Okay.

Guess I'm gonna have to
pull out the big guns.

Hello, boys.

- Oh, you can't
be serious.

Look, you're--
you're a cute chick, Quiet,

but you look like you're trying
to push out a fart right now,

[laughing]

- What are you
doing here anyways?

You're supposed
to be in the car.

- Well, I'm helping
your awkward asses.

That's what I'm doing.

- [Quiet] Oh, shit.

- [John Doe] Oh,
where'd you get those?

- Well, I asked nicely,
and they just gave them to me.

What do you think?

- [Quiet] Not bad.

Good pull, May.

- No. No way. This guy
doesn't even look like me.

He wears glasses.

- Got you covered, chief.

[sighs]

- This isn't gonna work.

Huh, how is everything
so crisp and clear?

- What are you
talking about?

- You know how the world
is usually blurry?

With these, it--

Well, you got
to try these.

Like, have your eyes
always been that color?

- Well, I've done
my job.

- Hey, your job is
getaway driver.

You're going back
to the car, right?

- Oh, yeah.
Definitely.

- Glasses.

They're working.

- Welcome back,
Mr. Davis.

- Yeah, of course.

Ms. Tomaso.

- And good tidings
to you

from the fine people
of Spokane.

- Sure, whatever

- Spokane go bragh.

- Okay.

[buzzer]

[classical music]

- [John Doe] We can tell Mayhem
we found Fucknut Island.

[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, look, drinks.

- Oh, hey, this flavor
is intoxicating.

- Oh, damn, that is sweet.
- Mm-hmm.

- Usually that means
it's full of booze.

[gasping]
Oh, yeah, it is.

There's his highness.

- Yeah, so someone actually,
like, killed my lube guy.

It's crazy. Like, who'd kill
an essential worker?

- I bet the vault's
behind there.

- So rude.

- Okay,
let's just lay low

and make our way over.
- All right.

- Just, you know, blend in.
- Okay.

**

- Looking like we got
a couple bogeys.

- And now we have got to go,
right now.

- Go, go, go, go, go.
Abort.

- Well, well, well.

Where the fuck do you think
you're going?

So, what exactly
are you two up to?

- Top of the morning
to you, sir.

I'm Deb from Spokane.
- I can see your badge.

- Yeah, I'm-I'm Rick,

but you can call me, uh,
Big Rick from Kirkland.

- Yummy.

You know, I've never heard
a Spokane accent before.

It's fucking hideous!

I love it.
[laughing]

- Stupid accent.

- So what I want
to know is,

what are you guys
doing here together?

Kirkland and Spokane
haven't had diplomatic relations

since the manure conflict.

Trying to turn my little
weapons market soiree

into a peace summit,
are we?

- Oi, that we are, sir.

- Guilty.
[laughing]

- Oh, really?

Okay.
[chuckles]

How is Kirkland
since the whole sabotage?

- We're maintaining.

- Poisoning their drinking water
with laxatives was genius.

Break their sewers,
fill their hospitals,

make them feel dirty
for once.

Girl, Spokane don't play!
[laughing]

No, no, no!

- Aye, we almost killed
those bastards

and their wings.
[laughing]

- Hmm.
Is that even you?

[sputters and chuckles]

[John Doe] Uh...

- Looks like someone benefited
from those laxatives.

Right?
[laughing]

Diarrhea looks
great on you.

[winces]

- He's still, uh,
full of shite, though.

[laughing]

- Deb. I love Deb.

You know,
it's so funny.

I can understand
a fucking word you're saying,

but this whole
lovers from different towns,

Romeo and Juliet bullshit
gets me rock fucking hard.

[laughing]
Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to go prepare
for the main event.

Enjoy the auction.

Stay hydrated.

- That was
too fucking close.

[glasses clink]
[sighs]

- Mmm!

Ooh, banana-berry.

That's fucking yum, dude.
- Amazing.

- Mmm!

- 15 coins for one missile?

That's highway robbery.

I can give you 12.

- 12? 12 is an insult.

- Stu! Stuart!

Ta-da!

- Hey, I need some
of those coins back.

- Sorry, fresh out.

This thing
is gorgeous, right?

It's real velvet.
Touch it.

- You spent
all of our money,

the money we need
for actual weapons,

on a stupid cape?

- Watch this.

- Hey,
what are you--

[bones crack]

- Shit!

- I killed two other yo-yos
like that the same way.

No one even noticed.
- [Stu] Unbelievable.

Even when
we have a plan,

you still just do
whatever you want to do.

- I don't think
you understand.

I am investing
in history,

because this cape
belonged to Count Dracula!

- No way that's true.

The vendor I bought this from
was a learned man,

not a chance
he would lie to me.

- Regardless if it was
owned by a Dracula,

the point is,
I asked you one thing,

one simple thing--

- [Burly Guard]
You need to come with us, sir.

- What? Why?

Sweet Tooth,
a little help.

Sweet Tooth!

- Catch you later, Stu!

Count Sweet Tooth
is on the hunt.

- Is he still looking at us?

- [John Doe] Yeah.

Look, there's only
15 minutes left.

Let's just scope out
what we want out of the vault.

Like this,
Ghost Missiles.

I wonder if they can
go through walls.

- Every missile
goes through walls.

- Hmm.
How about this?

Boomerang Blast.

Don't tell me
they come back to you.

- Oh, that would be
so useless.

- Don't be so quick to discount
the Boomerang Blast.

It's more difficult
to master, yes,

but it is one of our
more lethal options.

- It feels like
ease of use

would be sorta
key there.

- A lady who knows
what she wants.

If you prefer something
a bit simpler,

may I suggest
the Napalm Cones?

These rockets
deploy liquid napalm.

They can melt an outsider's skin
in seven seconds flat.

I'm assuming this is for
perimeter defense, yes?

- Oi, of course.

- [Auction Host]
New San Francisco

just implemented
this system

and is very pleased
with the results.

They cleared out
an entire encampment

of pedestrians near their gates
lickety split.

The smell will go away
eventually.

- That's fucked up, man.

[laughing]
- It is, isn't it?

- Oh, thank you
so much, sir.

Keep it together.

- The people outside the walls
are just trying to hang on.

This guy's talking about them
like they're roaches.

- Every city has weapons
like this now.

Every one.

Keeping people out
isn't enough anymore.

They want them gone.

- I know people
on the inside, guards, even.

And they don't say anything
about stuff like this.

- Yeah. You think
they would tell you?

- Fuck them
and fuck this.

We're taking them
all down.

The system,
the walls, all of it.

[glass clinking]

- Okay, chin chin.

Everybody
wrap up your biz,

and we will announce
the winners

after playtime.

Everybody follow me!
[cheering and whooping]

Come on, you little rats.

Come to your Pied Piper.
[laughing]

- Playtime?

- Hey, studs.

[grunting]

- Mind if I cape in?

[grunting]

[panting]

- Uh, thanks.

- Thank you. Never killed
with a lady before,

masked or otherwise.
I'm--

- Sweet Tooth.
I know.

- Ah, finally
someone gets it.

It would be my honor
to kill alongside you.

- Whatever.

- Oh, I like her.

[muted dance music
playing]

- I'll take your coats.

- Thank you,
my good man.

- Wear these.

One vulture,
one holy man.

Are you leaving
your bottoms on?

- [both] Yeah.

- Suit yourselves,
weirdos.

[loud music,
people moaning]

[Female Partygoer]
- You like that, honey?

[Male Partygoer]
- Uh-huh.

[Male Admirer]
- Give me the package, milkman.

[laughter]

- You love being
on the outside, don't you?

dirty little outsiders.

Yes, play your roles,
you holy men, you butchers.

Revel in your
lawlessness,

you nasty
little vultures.

And remember, no pleasure
is forbidden on the outside.

- Hello, Mr. Holy Man.

I'm a ripe little
trash boy.

Rip me open.

- I understand role playing,
man, but I'll pass.

- You look awful thirsty.

How about a cup of
freshly squeezed ass?

- I've had my share of
trash ass for today. Thanks.

- Shoulders,
Pantalaimon.

- This way.
[yelps]

- Our vulture nest
was raided last week.

- Excuse me?
- And it's all your fault.

Now you have to pay
the price in skin.

- Oh! Um, no, no,
no thank you.

Oh, look,
a holy man!

Oh, my skin is his
prisoner now. Sorry.

- She was kind of hot,
right?

- Yes, absolutely.

Just trying a little
too hard, you know?

[moaning]
- [Female Partygoer] Harder!

- His Majesty
is looking at us.

Just, you know,
play along.

[grunting]
Sell it.

Oh, yeah,
I'm an outsider.

I deserve to be on all fours
like a bad, bad doggy.

[barks]
- Yeah.

I'm a dirty
doggy boy, too.

[grunting and panting]

[whispers]
Missionary.

**

- [Female partygoer]
Oh, don't stop,

don't stop!

[moaning and panting]

- This is really bad
on the knees.

- [Quiet] Yeah, that's
what I've been saying.

[horns blowing]

- And now a treat.

I looked around
Diesel City today

for the crudest,
sweatiest,

most deliciously desperate
outsider I could find.

And then I brought him back here
so we could punish him

with pleasure.
[cheering and whooping]

Ladies and gentlemen,
behold your King of Dirt.

[cheering and applause]

- Have you guys
tested out this machine?

- They're distracted.
Let's move!

- John!

It's me, Stu.

- It calls itself Stu.

[Partygoers moaning]
- Stu. Stu. Stu.

- Oh, this is
a sex thing?

Did I win a contest
or something?

- Stu. Stu.

- Stu, Stu, Stu.

**

- [Quiet] Just a few lasers
between us and the weapons.

- [John Doe]
Not just lasers. Shit.

We're cutting it close.

- Allow me.

[grunts]

- Oh, shit.

[grunting]

[choking]

[squelching and gurgling]

Fuck yeah. Coming.

- Hey, hey, you ever had
a footlong?

I mean, it's not just
more dog.

See, the ratio
of bun to dog

varies the flavor
in a very specific way.

- Fascinating.

- Yeah, I think so, too.

[sighs]
- And you're coming in, I guess.

- Um, so-so are you
normally a solo assassin,

or is this, like,
a special occasion?

- I do what it takes.

- Oh, cool.
Real go getter, cool.

Just like myself.

Have you ever maybe
considered teaming up?

I mean, obviously
I'm spoken for,

but I don't know,
I might be convinced

to maybe
take on a third.

- HVAC, water-- wait.

EMP?

- They've got an electromagnetic
pulse generator?

- Killing electricity on demand
could be a game changer.

- Especially
at a tournament

I call dibs.

- Finders keepers.
- Losers weepers.

[grunts]

- [John Doe] Shit, they got
a lot of lasers.

This one's on me.

**

[grunting]

**

* What is love *

* Baby don't hurt me *

[grunting]

* Don't hurt me
no more *

* Baby don't hurt me *

* Don't hurt me
no more *

[grunting]

* What is love *

[beeping]

* Yeah *

[grunting]

* Ooh ooh *

- Hey, get your thumb
outta there!

[buzzer]

* I give you my love
and you don't care *

* What is right *

* What is wrong *

* Give me a sign *

* What is love *

[squealing]

[electrical humming]

* Don't hurt me no more *

- What about
the weapons?

Dollface said
we have to be in and out.

- I'll be done
in two and a half.

[moaning]

* Don't hurt me no more *

[sparking and whooshing]

* Ooh ooh whoa oh *

* Whoa oh oh *

[door banging]

[thudding and buzzing]

[grunts]

* Whoa oh *

**

- Wait! Where are
your glasses?

- Is that better?
- Oh, my god!

**

* I don't know
what can I do *

* What else can I say
it's up to you *

* I know we're one
just me and you *

* I can't go on *

* What is love *

[panting]
- Damn.

How the hell do you get
out of this place?

* No more *

* What is love *

* Baby don't hurt me *

* Don't hurt me
no more *

[panting]

No more sex.

I'm depleted.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

Jackpot!

* Whoa whoa oh *

* Whoa oh *

* What is love *

[grunting]
- And stay down!

[grunting]

- Who wears
a fucking cape?!

- Damn, kid.

- Curse this
high quality velvet!

[yelps]

[alarm blaring]

[groans]

- Mayhem, heads up!

Run, you little psycho!

[grunting]

- Masked lady!

- [Male Partygoer]
Hey! What's happening?

Is that an alarm?

- Halt!

What have you
got there, Stu?

You dare steal from me

after I gave you
the gift of flesh?

[snaps fingers]
Kill him.

- You didn't fuck me.

I fucked you.

[gunfire]
[screaming]

[panting]

- Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

- The alarm!
- Uh-huh.

- Oh, my god,
we gotta go.

- Did you finish?

- We really got to go.

- [John Doe] Where are
all the weapons?

- Where are our clothes?

- [both] Fuck!

- This is what I get
for trying to collaborate.

Get out of my way.
[grunts]

- [Citizen 1]
Someone got attacked.

- [Guard] Snipers down!

- [Rioter 1]
Grab everything!

[indistinct shouting
and fighting]

[growling]

- This is my kind
of party!

- Sorry!
- Excuse me, sorry.

[cheering and shouting]

[whimpering]

- Come on!
It's fucking cold in here.

[grunting]

[gunfire]

- You!

- Oh, hell yeah.

Giddyup, bitch.

- Oh, where the fuck
is Mayhem?!

[engine revving]

- Where the hell
have you been?

- That doesn't
really seem like

the most important question
to be asking right now.

- Looking good, guys.

May,
you take Shrapnel.

I've got my own pony.

Yee-haw, Kit-Kat!

[engine revving]

- Hey!
Who's that White guy?

- Drew.

- Drew?
Drew!

- Hey, Stu, you look
kinda different.

- I killed them.
I killed them all.

- You mean,
like dead-dead?

- Yeah.
It was awesome.

- I knew
you could do it, Stu.

Gosh, I'm proud of you.
Can't believe I missed it.

- It's okay. I got you
a consolation prize.

- Okay, okay.

Calm down, Stu.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Napalm cones?
My favorite!

Stu, remember this day,

for on this day
you had your first massacre.

You became a man,

and this was
your gore mitzvah.

Tell me everything.

- I also had
a lot of sex.

- Gross. I don't want
to hear about any of that.

Decorum!

- How did you get
an EMP?

All we got was
armor piercing bullets

and missiles
that come back to you.

- I mean,
that's not all you got.

- Ugh, you're nasty.

- What can I say?
We make a good team.

- That we do.

- I hope it's enough
to win the tournament.

I'm not sure it is.

Ever since I met you guys,
I've seen a car man,

A weird grim reaper
biker dude,

and a killer clown.

You're going to need someone
to watch your back,

which is why
I'm entering, too.

- What about the Dolls?

- The Dolls
have their orders.

Think about it.
Roadkill Is fast.

You take the lead.
I set up the EMP.

Boom!
No more competition.

We race to the finish
and make our wish.

And it ends
before it even starts.

- [Mayhem] And in Shrapnel
I'll be fucking unstoppable.

Also, do we have
any T.P.?

- Yeah, got some in the car.
- [Mayhem] Thank you!

- Uh-huh.
Hold tight.

- Tell me again
about the cabin.

[scoffs]
- You know

I've never
been there, right?

- I know.

You know, tell me anyway.
Make it up.

[sighs]

- The air is sweet.
- Hmm.

- At night all you can hear
are the owls and...

stars as far
as the eye can see.

- [Quiet] Kind of like now.
- [John Doe] Yeah.

**

- Tournament starts
tomorrow.

You think we'll win?

**