All language subtitles for Pennyworth.S02E10.WEBRip.x264-ION10-eng

[Troy]
Alfie, you fucked my wife.

-I raised you better than that.
-You didn't raise me.

Yes, of-of course.
I-I'm not your father, but...

but I'd wager you
a pretty penny that he'd be

as ashamed of you as I am.
Run.

Or I'm gonna put a bullet
through your head right now.

Fuck's sake.

All right, Gully.

-It wasn't Melanie's fault.
-Oh.

A gentleman to the end, eh?

I thought you were
a bloody hero.

Turns out you're just
bloody mad.

[both grunting]

-Aren't you gonna kill me?
-Nah.

[Martha] We have sex a few times
and I get knocked up.

It's a good surprise.
Can we agree to get married now?

-No, it's not that simple.
-Let me make it simple.

I have to go on
a perilous mission,

and we're
having a baby together.

This lot's saying
that the Raven Union's gonna

drop that terror bomb on London.

We have till 4:00 p.m. tomorrow.

We're not beaten yet.
We have a plan.

Oh, here it comes.

[Thomas]
I show up, unannounced,

bringing them back their
missing scientists. Then...

-[Alfred] Then what?
-Oi!

Then we steal
Stormcloud from them.

Let's be off then, yeah?

[Alfred]
That's your plan? No chance.

-Drop your weapons. Hands up.
-Easy, now.

I'm afraid
we can't let you leave.

[grunting]

Give them a good drubbing.

I shall create a diversion.

Then you get a message
to Frances Gaunt.

You send her my fondest love,

and you tell her
how deeply sorry I am

-for wronging her so cruelly.
-But what about you?

-Onward!
-No!

[Sykes]
Lord Harwood was my friend.

This is rightful revenge.

Anything bad happens
and you're dead.

They're a special request

from the High Chancellor.

Don't worry, duck.
We're getting you out of here.

Hello, ladies.

Uh, looking for the penthouse,
I expect.

Oh, thank goodness
you found us.

Right this way, ladies.

[Salt]
Commendable.

You chaps keep trying.

[Mr. Pennyworth]
Sir,

may I have a few words
in private with my son?

Do you really think
your mother would forgive me?

-Who gives a toss?
-I do.

I want to see her again
before I die.

Hard cheese for you, then.

We'll both be dead by tonight.

There's a gun in my left pocket.

Don't just stare at me, boy.

-Hello?
-You're never gonna guess what.

[Big Ben tolling]

[siren wailing in distance]

Goddamn it, Salt,
the deadline has passed

and they haven't surrendered.

So much for your bloody plan.

Patience, General Thursday.

Patience.

The plan is working perfectly.

[short chuckle]

♪

Oh... Oh, God. Oh...

[Lucius]
Jeepers, would you look at that.

[Thomas] I'm quite close enough,
thank you.

[Daveboy] Would you put that
fucking thing away?

Spooky thing.
Don't like the look of it.

[Thomas] Yeah, can we...
can we please put it back?

[Lucius] Okay, okay.

You all right?

Never you mind.

What are you doing?

[straining]

Evacuating me bowels,
if you must know.

Fair play.

What made you change your mind

about all this
Raven malarkey, then?

I didn't.

Why would I change
the beliefs of a lifetime?

I'm a cripple, not senile.

I hope London falls

and the League are destroyed
like the commie vermin they are.

[coughs]

You fucked the Ravens' big plan.

For your mother's sake.

We'll win anyway.

You lot are buggered, trust me.

You better have something
good to say to Mum.

And don't count on
her being pleased

to see you,
if that's what you're hoping.

I don't care if she hates me,

as long as she understands me.

Understands what?

If there are things
in this world worth dying for,

then there are things
worth killing for.

Oh, lovely.
Back from the dead

with a cheery fascist motto.
She'll be delighted.

Yeah. Well, history
will judge me, not you.

-You can't judge me.
-No.

I can leave you by the side
of the fucking road, though.

Yeah, you could do that.
Rather you didn't.

No mottos, no history lessons.
Nish.

You tell Mom you love her,
and you're very, very sorry

for the grief you've caused,
and that's all. Promise?

Yeah.

♪

[knock on door]

Oh. Good morning,
Mrs. Pennyworth.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Is, um... is Alfie here?

No, he's not.

And you should be in hospital,

not galivanting about
looking for my boy.

Not that I'm defending
his behavior, mind you.

Where is he?

-I met your wife, Mr. Troy.
-Oh.

And not to be disrespectful,
I know her sort.

She led Alfie on.

All silk blouse and no knickers.

That's her sort.

[short chuckle]

Um, where is he?

He's gone back to work
for the League.

Saving the bloody world again.
Never mind his poor old mum.

Good day to you,
Mrs. Pennyworth.

Right.

[Thomas]
And there it is.

-Yes!
-Well done!

Well done, my dear friends.

-So good to have you back.
-You look terrible.

We have to get you
to a hospital immediately.

We're fine.

[Lucius]
Any word from Salt

-and the union?
-Silence.

The deadline passed
without a word.

They'll be licking their wounds
for a while, I expect.

-Good.
-Marvelous.

-Good.
-Where are Alfie and Daveboy?

They're fine.

Long story. Long, extremely
bizarre story, actually.

But enough about them for now.

-I'm back.
-Yes.

Yes?

You mean, yes, it's accurate
to say I'm back,

or do you mean... yes?

Yes, I mean yes.

[both laugh]

She said yes!
We're getting married.

Oh, it's a celebration!

[door opens]

-[door shuts]
-[Alfred] Mum?

[sighs]

[sighs]
Thank God you're back.

Look at the state of you.

-[sighs]
-All right.

Fight the world, did you?

I did, as it happens.

That Mr. Troy was here.

Cor blimey, he don't give up,
does he?

Never mind that.

Sit down.
I've got news.

Never mind a man
come to murder you?

[short chuckle]
Must be very bad news.

No.
No, no, it's good news.

-[sighs]
-Sort of.

I'll put the kettle on.

When a man says
there's good news

and it sounds like bad news...

it can only mean one thing.

She's pregnant, isn't she?

-Pregnant? Who?
-You tell me.

Way you've been
putting it about,

could be Mrs. Applebaum,
for all I know.

No, Mum,
there's no babies on the way.

To your knowledge.

It's about Dad.

What about Dad?

Suppose you could
talk to him now.

What would you say?

I don't know. Well,
I can't talk to him, can I?

So there's no point
thinking about it.

Suppose you could.

Aunt Phyllis went
to a gypsy in Southend

and spoke to her Tony
after he copped it.

She asked him where
he'd hid the premium bonds.

Would he tell her?
No, he would not.

On and on about
his bloody geraniums.

Well, suppose he said
he was really, really sorry.

Well, sorry's no substitute
for premium bonds.

I mean Dad.

What about if Dad came back
and said he was sorry.

-What would you say?
-What are you on about?

See, the thing is,

we never actually
got to see his body, did we?

So we've never been
quite 100% sure, have we?

I mean, there's nothing
like an actual body

to tell you what's what.

Have they found his body?

Yeah, they have.
Found his body.

And...

And he's still in it.

What?

He's alive, Mum.

Why would you say such a thing?

I don't know
how else to say it.

[kettle whistling]

He's alive.

Raven Union scientists
put him back together.

He's not well, but he is alive.

[water boiling]

Kettle's boiling.

-Did you hear what I just said?
-I'm not deaf.

My hearing's very good.

When I was a girl,
I used to hear dog whistles.

Your dad's alive.

[mechanical whirring]

Hello, my dear.

♪

♪

Comrades,
a celebration is in order,

but first we must deal
with this wretched thing.

Dr. Fox, how do we dispose
of this safely?

That's gonna take
some careful thought.

In the interim, some kind of
hermetically-sealed strongbox

-would...
-[gunfire]

[people screaming]

Nobody fucking move!

-Where is Alfred Pennyworth?
-He's not here. Who are you?

-Where the fuck is he?!
-I don't know.

What's that?
What you got there?

-It's nothing.
-Give it to me.

-[Aziz] No!
-No! No!

[people screaming]

[gasping]

What the hell?

-I'm okay.
-Yeah, me, too.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah.

Oh.

They think they have taken
Stormcloud from us,

but actually I let them take one
of these de-weaponized capsules.

A ruse de guerre,
as you Army chaps call it.

A dastardly trick
is what I call it.

You never wanted peace.

You actually want
to use this vile bomb.

We offered peace. They refused.

That's all.

The world will see that we tried
our best to avoid this outcome.

Don't you see?

We'll be blameless
in the eyes of the world.

And in your conscience?

My conscience is clear.

Our enemies need to know terror
and humiliation.

Anything less than that,
they still have hope.

And until they have no hope,
true peace is impossible.

The British Army
will not commit atrocities,

however well-concealed
and justified.

Stormcloud will not be used.

Mm. I'm afraid
that's not up to you.

Bloody well is.

You need an Army airship
to deliver the damn thing,

and that you shall not have.

Actually, I don't need
your airship.

I don't need you or the Army.

What are you talking about?

I like to plan far ahead.

And I suspected you'd turn soft.

So I made sure your help
wouldn't be essential.

Progress waits for no man,
you know.

Stormcloud is already
on-site in Central London.

Ready to be detonated...
any time I wish.

[Thursday]
Oh, my God.

You're mad.

You're actually mad.

I won't let you do this.

Not your call, old chap.

Unhand me, boy!

I understand this is all
new and shocking.

[phone ringing]

In an hour it will all be over.

Tomorrow you'll thank me.

Sir?

-League HQ on the line.
-Ah.

Listen to this.

[Aziz]
Bravo.

You played us very neatly.

I don't know
what you're referring to.

Very well.

As prime minister
of Her Majesty's government

and leader of the League
armed forces,

I formally surrender
on the terms you specified.

I will relay the same message
to the international community.

Too late, I'm afraid.

A deadline is a deadline.

The... the deadline
is a technicality.

I say again,
we are surrendering.

You no longer have that option.

We shall respond
with appropriate force,

as promised.

I'll give you, mm, enough time
to say your goodbyes.

-[people gasping]
-But not enough time to escape.

Though you are welcome to try.

Entirely up to you.

Hello? Hello?

[phone clicks]

Well, that's that, then.

But shouldn't we try to run?

-There's no time.
-[Aziz] Besides,

we'd be leaving else
in London to die.

It's not quite the thing,
really, is it?

Those that want to
should try though, certainly.

I'm sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

[Troy]
Shame.

I had a tenner on the sweeps
at Newmarket.

Sorry, old chap.

-[Troy] Cheers.
-Martha.

We have a new life to think of.
Shouldn't we at least

try and get you and our baby
out of here?

Yeah, I wish.
Lucius is right.

There's no time. Hey.

I've got a better idea.

Let's get married.

Married? Now?

[laughs softly]
Cold feet, huh?

No, I...

Let's do it.

Okay.

-Victor?
-Mm?

Will you marry us?

Uh, splendid idea!

[laughs]

Hello, Mum.

[exhales]

You all right?

I'll put the kettle on, eh?

You look terrible.

You look lovely.

I'll help Daveboy with the tea.

You, behave yourself.

And, Mum, give him a chance
to explain himself

before you give him a walloping.

Why didn't you tell us
you were alive?

I didn't want you
to see me like this.

And I knew
you'd be angry with me.

Bloody right I'm angry.

You did that to yourself.

To us.

It's as if I never knew you.

I had no idea
you were so unhappy.

I wasn't unhappy.

-You killed yourself.
-For a higher cause.

Balls.

-[coughing]
-Higher than our marriage?

Higher than me?

For once in me life...

I wanted to do something useful.

Something important.

What are you talking about?

Your whole life you've
been useful and important.

No.

I was a servant.

A lackey.

Bowed

and served...

and opened doors for me betters.

Not them.

Me.

You were important to me.

And useful.

Now and again.

I thought we had a good life.

We did.

We did.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

Hello?

Alfie?

Bad news.
We got played.

Thanks very much.

[indistinct conversation]

[Mr. Pennyworth]
Yeah, of course.

-[Mary] Are you listening?
-[Mr. Pennyworth] Of course.

Mum.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have
brought him here.

[Mary]
Why? What's wrong?

Tell her, Dad.

Tell her the truth.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

All this talk of love
and forgiveness was lies.

He only pretended he wanted
to come here and see you.

Part of a trick to make us
think we're safe, but we're not.

-I don't understand.
-The Ravens are gonna drop

that bloody gas bomb on us
anytime now.

And this one here arranged it.

By lying to me.

Is that true?

Say it.

I did want to see you again.

That wasn't a lie.

And I am dying.

But yes.

The rest was a lie.

I see.

-That's very disappointing.
-I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

This is what you wanted,
wasn't it?

Why would you be sorry?

Great changes cause great pain.

Sacrifice is necessary.

Sacrifice?

Your own wife?

My wife, my son...

myself, yes.

Much as I love you both.

We're nobodies.

She's not a nobody.

She's my fucking mum.

Zero Hour approaches,
Miss Dixon.

Steel yourself.

History is in the making.

Yes, sir.

I think I need a little privacy.

I'll be in the penthouse.

I'm not to be disturbed
under any circumstances.

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

[grunting]

Nothing better than a plain
digestive biscuit, eh?

Hmm?

[Daveboy slurps]

You can keep your jaffa cakes.

Hmm.

[slurps]

Is it quick, then?

This bomb of yours--
will it kill us quick, at least?

So I'm told.

That's something anyway.

I know I betrayed you.

And I know you can't forgive me.

[Mary]
Did I say that?

I love you, don't I?

And you love me, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well, then.

'Course I forgive you.

[Alfred]
I don't.

I don't forgive you.

I wouldn't expect
anything else, son.

You're a man of hard principles.

You take after me that way.

I am nothing like you.

No.
No, you're a...

you're a better man than me.

That's for sure.

You have your mother's talent
for happiness.

I never got the hang of it.

Funny thing.

But when you gave me that gun...

I thought you were saving
my life because I'm your son.

Because you love me.

I do.

Bollocks!

I thought I was getting
my dad back.

Alive.

But you fooled us good
and proper, didn't you?

You're dead.

You're just a corpse
pretending to be alive.

And you should have stayed

-in your fucking grave!
-[Mary whimpers]

[Mary]
Alfie!

[sobbing]

I got that frame out west.

Ten shillings.

Ten shillings?

Never mind, Mother.

Eh?

Boys will be boys.

Sorry, Mum.

♪

I was wrong.

And I'm sorry.

Now's too bloody late for sorry.

That's where you're wrong, son.

It's not too late.

[coughing, wheezing]

[Alfred]
What do you mean?

Stormcloud won't come
from an airship.

It's already in London,
and I know where.

Where?

[dog barking]

[engine starts]

-Oh!
-Whoa!

[bells tolling]

Do you, Martha, take Thomas

to be your lawful
wedded husband?

Yes, I do.

And do you, Thomas, take Martha

to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Then, by the powers vested
in me, etcetera, etcetera,

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

-[phone ringing]
-You may kiss the bride.

[cheering]

Aziz here.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Pennyworth.

Where?

[grunts]

-There.
-Yeah.

[gunshot]

[grunting]

["The Prince of Denmark's March"
playing]

One, two,

-three. [grunts]
-[grunts]

Fuck.

[man]
Freeze!

Hands up!

I'll shoot!

Hands up!

Yo, mate, listen.

There's a bomb in here.

All right?
We're defusing a bomb.

Don't move.
I'll shoot.

For fuck's sake, listen to him!

-A bomb...
-Don't think I won't.

-[automatic gunfire]
-[Daveboy yelling]

♪

Come on, Johnny.

You're ready.

-[needle scratches, music stops]
-You're read... What the...

[Sykes]
Surprise.

Hello, John.

-Look, I don't...
-[Sykes] Shut it.

Smack him, Vikki.

Smack him!

[grunts]

[Vikki whimpering]

-[Daveboy] The gun's over there.
-What'd you leave it there for?

Fuck knows.

-[gunfire]
-Aah! Fuck!

Oh, sh...

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

All right?

All right.

Can you defuse the thing?

I have no fucking idea.

[crackles]

Could you hold it?

This is for Lord Harwood.

[Vikki gasps, wails]

Stop your whinging, duck.

-This is just foreplay.
-[Salt panting]

[grunting]

What's this?

Whatever you do,

don't press that button.
Please.

Oh, aye?

Why not?

I can't tell you.

You wouldn't understand.

[chuckles]

Put it down, Bet.
He's being clever.

He wants you to press
that button, doesn't he?

It must be an alarm.
Give it here. Come on.

[Lucius]
All right.

Alfie, just be ready.

[screams]

[grunts] Stop!

[Salt groans]

Steady on, Vikki.
We're all friends here.

-[beeps]
-I win.

[whirring, crackling]

Oh, fudge. Too late.

-What's it doing?
-The reaction's started.

In about one minute, it'll reach
critical mass and explode.

Fuck.
How do we stop it?

Not a problem.

We closed it in
a hermetically-sealed steel box

and we drop the box
in the ocean.

[chuckles]

Oh, well.
[clears throat]

Slàinte mhath.

Nah.

-What happens if I swallow it?
-[short laugh]

I expect you'll burst.

Fuck it.
Worth a try. Here.

Stop.
And that's an order.

I'm the senior officer here.

If anyone's gonna play
at being the bloody hero,

it's me.

Fair play.

I don't think that's gonna help.

Chin-chin.

[Troy exclaims]

[exhales]

Yeah.

Boffins.
What the fuck do they know?

[laughing]

Mad to the fucking last.
Give me that flask.

-Lost comrades.
-Yeah.

We should be with 'em.

[all] But not yet.

[chuckling]

[Troy hiccups]

[chokes]

[shouts]

[chokes]

[shouting]

[screaming]

[shouting, grunting]

[exhales]

-What happened?
-I don't know.

-But we're still alive.
-Which is impossible.

Theoretically.

Boffins, eh?

Nobody move!

Stay where you are!

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

Good God.

Don't worry, General.

All under control.

[Thursday] Stormcloud has been
neutralized, you madman.

[Gaunt]
Thank God for that.

-Madame.
-General Thursday.

Mr. Salt has been
relieved of his duties.

I am now in command
of the Raven Union.

-You can take him away.
-[grunts]

Good riddance.

[laughs]
Oh, well done, son.

I knew you'd save the day.

Let me go and tell your Dad.

He'll be very relieved.
[short laugh]

Oh...

Good news.

Alfie defused the bomb
or something.

Anyway, we're all safe.

[laughs]

Tell Alfie
I'm very proud of him.

Well, you can tell him yourself.

Maybe I will.

Thank you for being sensible.
In the end.

Much appreciated.

I'm not being sensible.

I'm being sentimental.

[soft laugh]

About time.

Oh, I'd love a biscuit,

if that ginger gannet
has left any.

[both chuckle]

[pump stops hissing]

These are lovely.

I love you very much,
my darling.

It's so good to see you again.

Makes everything worthwhile.

I should hope so.

I love you, too.

God knows why.

Some men go mad
with fancy women

or giant train sets.

But you, no,

you have to be special.

[beeping]

[beeping continues]

[beeping stops]

[short sigh]

♪

[sniffles]

[sighs]

♪

[bird cawing in distance]

[Lucius]
I can't understand it.

Must have been
some kind of enzyme reaction.

I dare say it was.

[Daveboy]
Lost comrades.

Let's go.

-[rumbling]
-Oi!

-[snarling]
-[men murmuring]

[man] What's that?

Go and get the sergeant!

[murmuring continues]

[man]
Stand back, stand back.

-[thumping, shouting inside]
-I wouldn't do that.

[man grunting in pain]

[sloshing, gruff panting]

[man gasping, screaming]

[piano playing
"Rock 'n' Roll Suicide"]

♪ Time takes a cigarette♪

♪ Puts it in your mouth♪

♪ You pull on your finger♪

♪ Then another finger,
then cigarette♪

♪ The wall-to-wall is calling♪

♪ It lingers, then you forget♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh♪

♪ You're a rock and roll
suicide♪

♪ You're too old to lose it♪

[staticky]
♪ Too young to choose it...♪

[static crackling, tone beeping]

[announcer] This is
an emergency news report

from the English League.
Raven forces have reached

-the London Free line...
-[Martha] Fuck.

...and are moving forward
with tanks and artillery.

All able League soldiers
and combatants

must rally to their assigned
posts to defend the city.

I repeat, Raven...

Where do you think you're going?

-You heard that.
-You're not a combatant,

and you're due in a week.

Exactly. That's... that's seven
whole days and nights from now.

Martha, I love you,
but really, you can't.

Thomas, I love you,
but really, I...

-[groans softly]
-What?

[water splattering]

[air-raid siren wailing
in distance]

-I guess I can't.
-[explosions in distance]

-My water just broke. [groans]
-Oh, uh, right.

Well, excellent.
Uh, uh, that solves that.

-Um... Wow. Holy smokes.
-[groans]

Let's... let's get you
over to the couch.

-[groaning continues]
-And...

And put your legs up
and do some breathing.

All right, steady.
Let's put your feet up.

[static crackling]

[announcer]
Londoners, stand by.

Now remember
some breathing, okay?

-Do not adjust your picture.
-Just...

The New Raven Alliance
has taken over all frequencies.

[Martha groaning]

-Hi, London.
-Welcome to a bright new future.

The final battle is at hand.

General Thursday and Mrs. Gaunt
say that today's the day.

London is going to be free.

You sons of bitches!

Pretty sure
it's best to stay calm.

Please, Londoners,
whilst the liberation work

-is in progress,
-Motherfuckers!

-let's all of us stay safe
-Fuck! Fuck!

and sensible
and shelter at home,

-preferably in the basement.
-I-I'm gonna call the midwife.

[Paula]
That's good advice, Keith.

And if you do see
a Union Liberator at work,

just give 'em
a wave and a smile.

-They're good lads.
-[explosions rumbling]

-[Keith] They certainly are.
-[screaming]

♪

Fire!

Can't get through!

Fuck.

-Easy.
-Piece of cake.

Careful out there, pet.

[shouting continues in distance]

-Grenade!
-Take cover!

-Fuck.
-Shoot her!

[Sykes]
Katie, get back.

-[man shouts]
-Oh.

Die, Raven scum!

[men laughing]

Push, Martha.

-[Martha grunts]
-Push!

-[panting]
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[both panting sharply]

[midwife] Good girl.

-Bit more. Come on.
-[explosions continue]

-Good girl. That's it.
-[Thomas] Good job.

-And breathe. And one more.
-[panting]

♪

[woman pants, grunts]

[men shouting orders]

[men screaming, coughing]

[man]
Traverse right!

Come on.
Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Fire!

[women grunting, coughing]

-[high-pitched ringing]
-[gunfire continues muffled]

What do we do?

[sighs]
Fucked if I know.

If those bloody reinforcements
don't come soon,

and lots of 'em,

we're buggered.

One more time.

-I can see the head.
-Okay.

Breathe with me. Breathe
with me. [panting sharply]

-[grunting]
-Well done. Well done.

Good job. Good job.

We're nearly there.

-[grunting]
-You're okay.

Keeping pushing, Martha.

-Push!
-[screams]

[men shouting]

Covering fire!

-Fuck.
-[horn honks]

[gunfire continues]

Colonel fucking Pennyworth.
About bloody time.

Forgotten how to salute,
have you?

-Where's the reinforcements?
-This is it.

Fire!

One lorry?

Fuck's sake.
What's that gonna do?

-I expect we'll manage.
-How?

They think we're already beaten,
don't they?

That's 'cause we fucking are.

-That's their first mistake.
-Oh, aye?

And what's their second mistake?

They won't expect us to attack.

[baby fussing]

It's a girl.

[chuckles]

[Martha chuckles]

[whispers] Thank you.

[fussing continues]

[laughs softly]

-[rapid gunfire]
-[men shouting]

Oh! Oh!

It's a bread van.

[men laughing, murmuring]

Brothers and sisters,
now, I think we should

stroll over there and give
these dossers some stick.

-Who's up for it?
-WO[man] Yeah, yeah.

-All right.
-Come on.

I can't hear you!
I said, who's up for it?!

[cheering]

[man]
Right, do it.

I got a line of sight.

[pipes hissing]

[man]
What is it?

[man 2]
I can't see it.

[man 3]
It's just a bread van.

-[electricity crackles]
-Good luck.

[man] Hey, make us a sandwich!

All right?

I feel like
a bloody Christmas tree.

Nah, you look great.

Don't he?

Aye, aye.

[sputtering sigh]

[grunts]

["Hand of Doom"
by Black Sabbath playing]

[man]
Anyone have a line of sight?

[man 2]
I haven't got anything.

[chatter continues in distance]

♪ What you gonna do?♪

-[man] Try and get close.
-[chatter continues]

♪ Time's caught up with you♪

♪ Take your written rules♪

[men screaming]

♪ You join the other fools♪

[men grunting, coughing]

♪ Turn to something new♪

♪ Now it's killing you.♪

Forward!

[all yelling]

♪

[song fades]

♪

♪

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