All language subtitles for The Lone Gunmen s01e11 The Lying Game.eng

Malawi has an area
of 45,747 square miles...

and its unit of currency
is the kwacha.

- Is that correct, sir?
- [Man Laughing] How do I know?

What do you mean
you don't know the answer?

How am I supposed to impress you folks
if nobody knows when I'm right?

[Scattered Applause]

But I am, 45,747...

or in square kilometers,
118,484.

Look it up when you get home.

- [Applause]
- No need. No need.

Mere child's play for Mr. Memory,
ladies and gentlemen.

Come on, somebody
ask me a tough one.

Ahem, what is the highest price paid
for a pop star's clothing?

That would be the Afghan coat
worn byJohn Lennon...

on the cover of the Beatles'
Magical Mystery Tour album in 1967.

It sold for £34,999 sterling.

[Applause, Whistling]

- Rivers. 4, 145 miles. That would be the Nile.
- Ara, the traffic.

The Amazon, 4,000 miles.

- The Yangtze in Asia, 3,740 miles.
- You nearly missed this guy.

- Here in America, we have
the Mississippi at 3,740 miles. - He kills me.

- He knows all these, uh, crazy little facts.
- [Mr. Memory Continues]

- The Ob-Irtysh at 3,362 miles.
- Who's your friend?

Hey, tell me when I can stop.

He's been asking about you.

[Man]
What do you call a tip of a shoelace?

[Mr. Memory] An aglet. And get this.
Flying fish jump, penguins can fly...

- Excuse me.
- And ostriches can run up to 40 miles an hour.

[Indistinct]
Thank you. Thank you.

[Laughs]
Yes, that's all right.

[Man]
What about the eyes?

You're not as pasty
as your D.M.V. photo.

[Mr. Memory Continues]

So, you gonna buy me
anotherJack and Coke, Larry?

It's Mr. Rose.

You don't know me well enough
for anything else.

Oh, I sort of do.

I know things about you that your wife
doesn't know. That's for sure.

I'm like Mr. Memory.
This big head full of facts.

Famous people and the names
they had before they were famous.

Take Howard Cohen.
Better known as Howard Cosell.

- Two thousand dollars?
- Yeah, two grand.

So, we gonna do this, or what?

Count to 10, then follow me.

Whoopi Goldberg
was named Caryn Johnson.

And Gene Wilder
was Jerome Silberman.

Samuel Goldwyn
was Samuel Goldfish.

And the Artist Formerly Known As Prince
was formerly known as Roger Nelson.

But I, of course,
was always Mr. Memory!

Ha, ha.
And don't you forget it.

[Laughs]
Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you.

Hey. Larry Rose?

You son of a bitch!

- Come on, let's hear it!
- [Gunshots]

[Audience Murmuring]

I've got this theory.

Back when I was playing the game
that is God's gift to Monday night...

football...
they made me wear a helmet.

Nobody could see my face
inside it.

But if I didn't wear it,
I could have gotten...

brain damage.

I think that everyone
goes through life...

wearing this, like,
invisible football helmet.

We need it to protect ourselves.

But that means that other people
never really see our true face.

So, you gotta figure that everybody's
always got this part of them...

that's hidden.

Me included.

That's where
this whole story started.

Oh, yeah, this one is going to
win us the Pulitzer.

Jimmy, we need your check.

- Allied Printing and Litho.
- Yeah, $1,381.

Uh, price went up, huh?

Yeah, a little.
Cost of newsprint, they said. Sorry.

Hey, man, thanks, as always.

Yeah, you're a real lifesaver. Drive fast.
Red lights are for chumps.

Hey, where's Byers?
He usually comes with me.

Hell if I know.
I didn't hear him go out this morning.

I never heard him come home last night.
I don't think he did.

What do you figure?
A girl?

[Langly]
Yeah, right. Byers?

- [Clattering]
- Hey! What are you doing?

Repossession for nonpayment.
This says I can take it.

- Come on. I only missed like...
- Sorry. Talk to the bank.

[Sighs]

- [Truck Door Closes, Engine Starts]
- Aw.

[Chugging]

[Van Backfires]

- Hey, Byers.
- Jimmy.

I'd like you to meet somebody.

Jimmy Bond, Carol Strode.

We're going to help her
catch a murderer.

- That's terrible.
- Yeah, really terrible.

My brother and I were estranged
for the past couple of years.

That's what makes it even harder.

[Byers] It happened four days ago
at a Delaware nightclub.

He'd been shot.

- I'm really sorry to hear it.
- Yeah, I'm even sorrier.

The police have no suspects
or motives.

And this thing that happened
toJeff's body...

Um, he was cremated
by accident.

A coroner's error.

I never even got to see him.

So, then you called Byers.

How do you two know each other?

We knew each other in college.
My brotherJeff was John's roommate.

Oh. Sorry, Byers.

At any rate, uh,
the case has taken some odd turns.

Latest of which is this.

It's an e-mail Carol received yesterday.
It's from Jeff.

Jeff, who died
four days agoJeff?

He programmed his computer
to send it postmortem.

- Heavy.
- "Carol...

"if you're reading this,
I'm dead.

"In all likelihood,
I've been murdered...

"owing to the huge number of people
I've pissed off in the past few years.

The Web site below
will reveal the identity of my killer."

I've already tried
to access the site.

The server's been completely wiped.

Which means somebody
is covering up evidence.

Whoa, my eyes are burning.

Man, what died in here?

Oh, sorry.
That didn't come out right.

- Maybe we should, um...
- Yeah.

There's nothing here.
I don't know what I was expecting.

[Toilet Flushes]

Oh, man, Mr. Memory!

No dressing room and no dignity.

Dude, you rock.

I caught your act once.
Hey, do you remember me?

[Chuckles]
Cerveza Sammy's.

Hicksville.

Long Island,
April 4, 1999.

8: 00 show.
You had a bunch ofblind guys with you.

I asked you three questions.

Completed passes
thrown byJoe Namath...

- '72 season, 162.
- On the money.

Total number of episodes of the TVseries
The Man From Atlantis...

- starring Patrick Duffy... 17.
- You're the king.

Yeah. And, uh, oh yeah,
who would win in a fair fight...

Han Solo or Indiana Jones?

You never got that one.

Sir, what can you tell us
about this man?

He got murdered here.

That's all I know
about it. Really.

Can I see that again?

Where'd you get those glasses?

I don't recall.

All right,
I found them behind the john.

- So what?
- Those areJeff's glasses.

Yeah, they are.

[Frohike]
And what glasses.

[Whimpering]

- It's your turn.
- Oh, no, it's your turn.

From now on.

Stupid dog.

He makes with
the brown Play-Doh every 10 feet.

I know the feeling,
cleaning up someone else's mess.

Again, I apologize.
It won't happen again.

Damn right it won't.
Now, what do we know about Frumin?

He hasn't contacted me since.
That's his thing; he's cautious.

- Don't worry. He'll come around.
- He better.

[Whimpering]

By the way,
I'm taking your computer...

and I'm shutting off
your Internet service.

- Why?
- 'Cause you can't keep it in your pants, Casanova.

[Whimpering]

- This is actually a camera?
- Mm-hmm.

That's right. Fiber optic lens.
Single chip pickup.

Your brotherJeff
knew what he was doing.

This whole thing
is a tiny video camera...

tuned in at
the cellular phone spectrum.

Luckily for us,
my great skill enabled me...

to run down the specific number
matched to this frequency.

After which, owing to
a little quasi-legal hack by yours truly...

voilà, we got an address
to go with the phone number.

It's technical.

Guys, the dockmaster recognized
Jeff's face, but not his name.

He knew him as JackJohnson.

The same name
on the cell billing.

But why would your brother
have an alias?

Bingo.

He paid the rent in cash.

It hardly looks like he lived here.

I can't believe he did.

The Web address your brother left,
this was the server where it lived.

- And lives no more.
- The hard drive's been reformatted.

- And lives no more.
- The hard drive's been reformatted.

So, this is just another dead end.

[Jimmy]
Guys...

this blinking light here,
what is it?

Jimmy, if we've gotta stop
every time you see a blinking light...

Yeah, he's right.
What is it?

Hmm.

Oh, that's attractive.

Enjoy the view,
but I think Jimmy's onto something.

It's a backup C.P.U.

Mounted line and site
to the first one.

It's I.R. slave to it.

And in English that means?

It's like a TV remote.
So that whatever was on that computer...

Is still on this one.

[Beeping]

"Dirty laundry"?
What are these?

[Frohike]
It's a whole lot of thumbnails.

Compressed video files.

[No Audio]

This must be the footage
offJeff's video glasses.

Who's the guy?

- Jeff just took a payoff.
- Jeff was blackmailing these people.

He would actually do that?

I've never in my life
known anyone nosier.

He loved knowing
other people's secrets.

I just never thought
he'd go so far as to profit from it.

Well, that explains
the video glasses.

People get cheesed off
when you shake them down.

A smart guy would want to
take along some insurance.

There must be a file
dated the day ofJeff's murder.

[Langly]
Yeah, here it is.

[Byers]
It's the bathroom at the club.

Run that back, frame by frame.

[Frohike]
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Yeah, the murderer is Skinner.

[Frohike]
I say we publish it.

Byers, we got him on video.
It's a slam dunk.

We've got a glimpse of him, after which
the image goes dead, and we got nothing.

We never see a gun,
nor do we see him pull the trigger.

An assistant director of the F.B.I.
is alone in a men's washroom...

with a guy who's found murdered
two minutes later.

I know the man. I don't like it any more
than you do, but put two and two together.

- I am and I'm not getting four.
- Regardless of what you print...

don't you think we should go
to the police with this information?

- This man is the police.
- He's the boss of a couple friends of ours at the F.B.I.

We don't know how high
or how wide this thing goes.

You're making my point for me.
We don't know.

[Frohike]
Byers!

Byers.

What's up with you, Byers?

What's up with me?
Nothin'.

That one didn't breathe well.
It's a wool-poly blend.

Uh-huh.

Poor choice for this weather.

Yeah, I was gonna say.

Oh.

Walter Skinner isn't
the only one with secrets.

Is that what's eating you?

What are you talking about?
I don't have any secrets.

I'm talking aboutJeff, Byers.

Your college roommate turns out to be
a high-tech, blackmailing scum bucket.

God rest his soul.

What'd you think
I was talking about?

My point being...

could that be why you don't wanna
go with this story...

because of what'll
it'll do to Carol, her family?

Jeff Strode could turn out
to be HitlerJr...

and I'd run it front page across the fold
if I knew it to be true.

We may look to all the world
like the National Enquirer...

but we're gonna operate like the
New York Times, or else I don't wanna be here.

Hey, you're preaching to the choir.

I know.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

[Jimmy]
Guys!

[Jimmy]
Guys!

- You must be Carol.
- It's good to meet you.

Likewise.
Nice handshake.

Take a lesson, boys.

Byers, what do
we need her for?

[Yves] Because you're
in way past your depth as always.

- At least one of you has the sense to admit it.
- Thanks, Yves. I think.

I reviewed the thumbnail
you e-mailed me.

You were right, Byers.
There is more to this story.

[Keyboarding]

I assume this man was the intended
blackmail victim the night of the murder.

- Do you recognize him?
- No.

[Computer Beeping]

But I certainly recognize the man
he's sitting with... Ara Frumin.

- A Russian mob boss.
- Well, what's he into?

Anything and everything.

He's very smart, very careful.
He keeps a low profile.

But he'll kill without compunction
if it's in his interest to do so.

What does the Russian Mafia
have to do with this F.B.I. man Skinner?

Frumin has half the Moscow
police force on his payroll.

Could be he's donejust as well
for himselfhere as in the States.

As in Skinner is working for him?
I don't buy it.

This guy walks into the bathroom
the same time your guy Skinner must be there.

Then they both disappear.

That means they work
together, right?

Whoever this man is,
he's the key to it all.

So, I guess I owe you
an explanation.

You do.

You shot a man
in my favorite club.

It could mean trouble
for me. Attention.

I apologize. It was hotheaded.

- Who was he?
- If you read his name in the newspaper...

you know as much
about him as I do.

Computer hacker.
He tried to blackmail me.

Don't ask me what for.

[Chuckles]

He knew you had a mistress,
and he threatened to tell your wife.

I don't leave anything to chance.

The good news for you is...

a man with secrets
is a man I can trust.

I don't exactly follow your logic there,
but, uh, whatever.

Just so we're in business.

It's looking pretty good.

Hey, uh, do I get a chance
to meet your wife?

Why?

Any woman who scares you
more than the cops...

I gotta say, I'm intrigued.

Your typical dedicated
investigative journalist...

is like a really strong
offensive line.

They'rejust gonna plow right through,
no matter where it takes them.

That's how the guys wound up
shadowing this Walter Skinner.

They picked up his trail outside
F.B.I. Headquarters in Washington, D.C.

Tailed him all the way to Delaware.

They figured whatever he was up to,
they'd catch him in the act.

Carol, I'd like you to wait here.

This kind of covert operation
requires a lot of training.

But in case you feel left out, I borrowed
the ear stem from your brother's glasses...

and attached them to mine.

Now you can watch
everything I do.

Uh, we do.

[Sets Parking Brake]

Be careful.

[Jimmy] Sure enough, Skinner was
on his way to a secret meeting...

with his mystery man.

[Rose's Voice] He's too scruffy and
too little. I'm a German shepherd kind of guy.

[Skinner's Voice] Enough with
the damn dog. What did Frumin say?

- Did you convince him?
- Oh, it looks like it, but he still won't set a date.

- Why?
- He's cautious. Doesn't take chances.

[Rose] So he says.
I'm sure he's checking me out.

[Skinner] Yeah, well,
at least your little love affair is over.

[Rose]
Thanks to you.

[Rose] Ever since that night
in the club, I've gotten a lot more respect.

- [Skinner] Oh, I bet you have.
- Get off. I'm not your type.

Shoo!

[Jimmy Narrating]
But what the guys didn't know...

was that the mystery man
had been followed too.

[Rose] It's not in his interest
to keep stalling.

Look, believe me when I tell you.
He doesn't want to blow this deal.

- [Dog Whimpering]
- [Skinner] What's the matter?

[Rose] I thought I heard something.
Probably my damn dog.

[Skinner] Don't contact me again
until you have a date and time.

All right.

[Rose]
Come on, Flash. Flash.

Come on, boy. [Whistles]
Come on. Come here.

- Come here. Attaboy. Attaboy.
- [Barks]

Yeah, you come here.
That's right. Come on.

I say we follow
our mystery man.

Hey! What are
you three doing here?

[Car Alarm Chirps]

- [Dog Whining]
- [Man] Hello, Mr. Rose.

How about you come with me?

[Frumin]
I told you I don't take chances.

Still no answer.

The guys never go this long
without checking in.

I mean, ever since
that little kitchen fire that I started...

it's been like
every hour on the hour.

I've run every emergency room in the city.
They've been admitted to none of them.

Nor have they been arrested
by the Wilmington Police.

Wait. What about
the mobile command post?

- Is there any way we can trace it?
- I'm sorry. The mobile...

V.W. bus.

Oh, the clown car.

[Keyboarding]

- [Beeping]
- Good call. You're in luck.

The mobile command post
was impounded less than an hour ago...

for being parked
in front of a fire hydrant.

Banning Park,
just outside Wilmington.

What were they doing there?

[Pounding]

- Clear!
- [Man] One's clear. Let's go.

[Door Unlocks, Opens]

Photo's not very flattering.

'Course I'm wondering
where you got it.

Why should we tell you?

Yeah, you're only gonna kill us,
like you killed Byers's old roommate.

Oh, crap. Did I just say
the wrong thing?

Oh, oh, he's going to get a tarp.

A waterproof tarp.
I've seen this in the movies.

Shut up. Shut up!

Oh, my God.

[Frohike]
It's Jeff.

He's alive.
You didn't kill him.

Sit down.

All of you.

Byers, right?

I thought you two
roomed together.

Mr. Skinner, would you please
explain what is going on?

You three are interfering with an F.B.I.
sting operation. That's what's going on.

You put an undercover
operative in danger.

Oh, the guy with the dog.

Unfortunately, we were
investigating this man's murder.

Just know whatever you've got going on here,
you put your sister Carol through hell.

It wasn't my idea.
The man didn't give me much choice.

I couldn't freakin'believe it.

I'm cruising the Internet,
and I come across this rich import guy...

who's married and having
this chat room fling.

It turns out he's undercover F.B.I.
His "wife"is undercover F.B.I.

The chick he's fooling around with on the
computer is his actual wife in real life.

How messed up is that?

What is this operation of yours?

Plutonium.
Can you believe it?

Post-cold war I.C.B.M. salvage.

Some Russian dude
is ready and willing to sell.

Frumin. You faked Jeff's murder
to keep the deal alive.

To make the best
of a bad situation.

And to buy my agent some credibility.
Only now, I don't know where my agent is.

I was so busy with the three of you
in the park that I missed it completely.

Witnesses saw him leave
with Frumin and a woman.

- A woman.
- Carol?

So, basically...

they completely screwed up this big-deal
F.B.I. operation and put Carol in danger.

Meanwhile, Yves and I weren't exactly
dancing in the end zone ourselves.

There's no sign of the guys
at that park or anywhere else.

It's obvious that guy Skinner
must have them.

It is not obvious he's harmed them.
At least not yet.

I just wish we knew
where they were.

If only there was some way
they could contact us.

[No Audio]

We are in custody.
Frumin has Carol.

What the hell are you doing?

Wait a minute. Those are my video glasses.
What did you do to them?

Byers, can you talk to your whiny
little blackmailer here?

Leave him alone.
We're all trying to help Carol.

[Frohike]
Come on, Langly, keep trying.

[Langly]
F.B.I. safe house.

Minquadale, Delaware.

- We are in custo...
- Ahem!

My agent was released
and just got word to us.

Carol Strode is fine.
However, Frumin is holding her as collateral.

- So, you're going to get her?
- Tonight.

No, the deal goes down tonight.
I can't do anything to jeopardize that.

We're talking about a six-pound pit
of plutonium the size of a tennis ball.

In the hands of somebody who knows
what they're doing, it can kill 100,000 people.

Now, I'm sorry,
but that's my first priority.

Hey.

We'll get her.

Here's what I wanna know.

Carol, honest to God, came to you three
for help? What the hell was he thinking?

Us? You're the reason
he's in this mess.

Byers.

What's with the "he"?

What, they don't know?

My sister Carol, your buddy here
knew him back when he was Carl.

They were roommates in college.

Yeah, and you two were thinking
"damsel in distress," right?

The thing of it is
the damsel was in distress...

even more than they knew.

Because no one by the name
of Carol Strode...

had ever been born on the birth date
given by her driver's license.

And the Russian,
who left nothing to chance...

was definitely keeping
his playbook a secret.

[Drill Whirring]

They're dead, aren't they?

We gotta face the facts, right?

This man Skinner...

he's into something big
with some Russian mobster.

You said so yourself.

He's got the entire F.B.I.
behind him.

What chance
did our guys ever have?

I don't know what to say.

I do.

I say we nail him.

We get the proof.

That's what my friends would want.

Agent, please, you have to get word
to Assistant Director Skinner for me.

Go back and watch TV or something.
Try and relax.

You people are putting
my friend in danger.

She has a secret.
If they know it, they might harm her.

You know, you should have
told us about Carol, Byers.

- You misled us.
- I did.

I apologize.
But it wasn't germane to the case.

Well, it sure as hell
is germane now.

If this guy Frumin looks into
her background and finds inconsistencies...

there's no telling
how this thing will play out.

That's why you were acting
so squirrelly, isn't it?

- You were protecting her.
- Somebody has to.

Her own brother wouldn't.

She came to you in confidence when she
was thinking about doing... what she did.

- You told everybody.
- And why not?

My brother suddenly
becomes my sister?

That's a secret that just won't keep. People
are gonna figure that one out on their own.

[Byers] You made it that much harder
for her to go through with it.

You made her have to explain things
before she was ready.

No wonder she wants nothing to do
with you. I take it back.

No wonder she wants nothing to do
with you. I take it back.

I don't apologize for not telling you.
Everybody deserves his privacy.

Yeah, I guess
I was freaked out...

because... she is kinda hot.

- I mean, is that wrong?
- We can't just sit here and wait for this thing to go down.

Carol's in danger.
We have to get out ofhere.

You know...

I could probably pry that mesh off if, uh,
big brother wasn't watching.

I might have an idea.

Okay. One counter check drawn on
the Bank of Zurich for $100 million.

I don't have to tell you
not to lose it.

Don't give 'em that check until you know
the exact location of the merchandise.

Once you do, allow 'em to leave.

We'll take 'em down outside
where we can ensure everyone's safety.

- And if all goes wrong?
- I can't wire you.

We'd risk them picking up the R.F.

I've got a man at the bar.
If you get into trouble, order a rum and Coke.

That'll be our signal.
All right? Rum and Coke.

Well, well, our mystery man.

Perhaps tonight we'll catch
three conspirators for the price of two.

[Jimmy's Voice]
Sounds good to me.

Man, do I wanna
bust these dudes.

- [Beeps]
- Say something. Testing, one, two, three.

[Skinner's Voice]
Testing, one, two, three.

This is Walter freakin' Skinner
of the F.B. I...

and I am going to prison
big-time.

Ooh, yeah,
I am going down.

Uh, you're not going to talk to them
like that, are you?

Trust me, I'm all over it.

[Static]

You talk as if you wanted
to see her tried for murder.

[Man On TV]
Yes.

And then we have your habañero,
your Hungarian wax...

your jalapeño
and your serrano.

Did I leave any out?
I don't think so.

Come on. Let's hear it.
[Laughs]

That's it, yeah.
Now, what was the other question?

Oh, all right, right.
The largest igloo in the world...

would be the Ice Hotel
in Sweden...

with a floor area
of 3,888 square yards.

- [Sensor Warbling]
- It has 100 guests...

but they have to
rebuild it every year.

You've been great.
Thank you. Good night.

What does your tricorder tell you, Mr. Spock?
Are we gonna do business?

Do you have the money?

- Do you have what I came for?
- It's close by.

The lead shielding is 80 kilos,
so I don't carry it in my pocket.

But I have with me a sample.

It's a teeny, tiny pellet of it.

Powered by compressed air.

Completely silent.

But you would walk out of here
a dead man.

An old-time K.G.B. technology.

Makes me homesick.

Now, two questions.

Who's this woman?

And who are you?

Ara, what kind of hospitality is this?
You threaten me.

You got Special Ed here poking me
in the side with his lipstick.

[Chuckles]

Aren't you at least
gonna buy me a drink?

Who is this?

Oh, no, thanks, buddy.
I had a couple on the drive over.

So...

Ara.

Guys, hey, you mind
if I join you?

So, what's on for tonight?

Who do we...
[Cutting Sound]

What evil deeds are afoot?

Jimmy, you're supposed
to be a director of the F.B.I.

[On Headset]
Rein in your emotions.

Am I talking too much?

I probably am. You know
what would shut me up? Money.

More money.
'Cause here I am, director of the F.B. I...

and I'm out there killing good people
right and left for you guys.

The bodies are just
stacking right up, like...

Shut up, Jimmy.
Let them do the talking.

Yeah, so.

- What do you say?
- Who the hell are you?

Ara, buddy, come on.
Ow, okay, that hurt.

- [Waiter] Can I get anybody anything?
- Yeah, what the hey.

I'll have a, uh, a Cuba Libra.

I'm sorry, sir.
We're out of fresh limes.

- Would you like just a straight rum and Coke?
- No, no thanks.

I prefer the Mexican version.

¿Comprende, amigo?

Ah, what the hell.
Rum and Coke!

F.B.I., hands in the air.
Freeze! Don't move!

(music) [Calypso]

- (music) [Continues]
- Wait.

Weren't you just...

Let me get this straight.
You'reJimmy.

- Uh-huh.
- (music) [Continues]

Then who's that?

- (music) [Continues]
- Oh, my God, Jeff!

I'm sorry, Carol. I'm sorry.

- (music) [Continues]
- No way. No way!

Guys!

- Jimmy?
- Uh-huh.

Wow, this is just so cool.

Sir, I owe you an apology.
You didn't murder my friends.

- Pretty cool, huh?
- (music) [Continues]

Larry, Moe, Curly,
I see you found yourselves a fourth stooge.

Yeah. Great working
with you again, Walt.

Don't call me Walt.

(music) [Ends]

Makes for one great story.
I like this part especially.

"Courageous reporters aid case."

And we managed
to keep Carol's secret.

You should be proud of me.
I didn't even tellJimmy.

Tell me what?
That she used to be a man?

I knew that
the first time I saw her.

So did Yves. So what?

Also for once,
we managed to turn a profit.

The story is big news in Russia.

A Moscow wire service is paying us
125,000 rubles for the reprint rights.

That's just under 4,400 U.S.

Oh, well, at least it'll pay for
a few more issues, right?

Actually, no. We're using the money
for something else.

Something you really should
have told us about, man.

So, back to my theory.
The thing about football helmets...

even invisible ones...

is that you can
always take them off.

Not that you should
if you're about to get tackled.

But you can if you're
around people you trust.

- Your friends.
- Oh, guys!

- How are you gonna get by?
- How are we gonna get by?

Well, huh, same as we always have,
just barely.

But, uh, we'll manage.

Go for it, man.

You might wanna move
the seat back some.

[Jimmy Narrating]
Maybe that's what friends are,

the people you can show
your true face to.

[Child]
I made this!

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