Original subtitles

This was never a great city.

Hilda Van Der Koy took it from us.

This is how she keeps control.

They call it The Culling.

It happens the same day every year.

A twisted demonstration to strike fear in our people.

Every year, she makes a list of all her enemies.

If your name's on it...

She'll find you.

Hilda took everything from me.

And when I become the ultimate warrior,

I'm gonna return the favor.

But for now, I'm buried alive...

Eating stink bugs.

I failed.

Back to the hole.

Can't be too angry.

I signed up for this.

I guess I just expected training to involve less... Dirt.

Again!

The Shaman says to be a great warrior,

I have to stop acting like a little boy.

Ha!

Little boys get distracted.

Little boys hate doing chores.

Not me.

I'm the tidiest assassin,

super clean and super deadly.

Ah!

In my downtime, I like to hang out with my best friends,

Gabe and Alfonzo, champions of Beetle Fight Club.

Until it got canceled.

Shaman says warriors don't need friends.

Or food, apparently.

Just keep reading the dictionary.

Gotta stop thinking about food and Mina.

Frosty Puffs every morning.

It was the best.

I know Mom was a little...

Intense.

I don't remember much from before the incident,

but I do remember Mina.

Which is why I formed a plan for us to escape this totalitarian hellhole.

It's all here in this diagram.

You with me?

Always.

I can't remember what I sounded like back then.

Super Dragon Punch Force 2.

Player Two has entered the game.

That's why I gave myself this super cool voice.

I took it from our favorite video game.

Player Two wins.

We were happy then.

Some things are hard to forget.

Liminal.

To exist between two states.

- Awake and asleep at the same time.

That's how I feel these days,

especially when we go to the city.

Never sure how much of what I'm seeing is real anymore.

Can I get apples?

- Where is it? - What is this, huh?

- What-what do you have on you? - - Wait, stop.

This market's no place for little boys.

Run to your mommy.

Can't hear, but I'm getting better at reading lips.

It beats talking to these assholes.

Mina.

I still see her everywhere I go.

She made everything fun.

She's the reason everything's the worst.

They're all afraid, but not me.

Watch.

I just gave her the middle finger five times

because it's all five fingers at once.

Try it.

That was my sister.

She wasn't scared of anything, not even Hilda Van Der Koy.

We were naive.

Shaman says our memories make us weak.

You are no longer a child.

All that you once were is dead.

- Warriors can't be weak. - Ahh!

Ahh!

I am an instrument shaped for a single purpose,

to kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

Show me the way.

♪ La, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

I will kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

I will make you proud.

I'm already proud.

And I love you.

He's not really saying this, is he?

Yup, this is in my head.

Eye bubbles.

♪ La, la ♪

Ah! Uh...

Ameliorate.

To improve in the face of great struggle.

I am ready.

Hm.

Ah!

You are not ready, Boy.

Focus.

Focus on the--

What was that?

Ignore it.

Just think of--

Okay, this is all in your head.

Doesn't matter. Focus.

Okay, why did your head give her potato chips?

Just don't make eye contact.

If you don't look at her, then she isn't there.

Damn it.

Repeat the mantra.

I am a weapon, shaped for a single purpose.

No distractions.

Focus.

What?

Oh.

Resplendent.

To have a pleasant glowing quality.

The Van Der Koys.

They're coming.

Go, go, go!

- Okay, here. Let's go. This way. - All must cooperate...

- I love The Culling. Don't you? - ...And follow instructions.

All citizens are required to register...

- What's wrong with you? - ...In the activities.

...Local authorities.

Order must be maintained.

Any attempt to disrupt will be met with consequences.

All citizens must follow regulations set forth by the Van Der Koy family.

Any attempts to resist or undermine the authority

- of the Van Der Koy family... - Don't resist.

Let's go.

- Come on! - Get back!

All citizens are required by Van Der Koy law

to immediately report to the square.

Resistance will be punished.

Have a lovely day.

Don't turn around.

- Oh, hey! - Move!

Go, go!

Mr. Van Der Koy.

- Hey. - Can you maybe sign this for me, please?

Oh, sure. Sure, sweetie.

- Thanks. - What's your name?

- Anna, yeah. - Anna.

Thanks for all you do for this city.

- Oh, you're welcome. - Long live Hilda.

Yes.

Whoo! Speechy time. Yeah!

Let's get this over with.

Darrel, cut the creepy tiddle-tunes.

- Come on. - Yes, sir.

Whoo! Ha!

"Rejoice and give thanks, oh, good people.

Today we celebrate your continued devotion to the Van Der Koy dynasty

by making an example...

...Of those who pose a threat To a--

and da-- and danger,

pose a threat and danger to our way of life."

Fuck. No, that's not--

- Gi-Gideon. - Yeah?

"Threat and danger"?

They mean the same thing, bro.

Jesus.

"Like the all-seeing owl hovering in the heavens,

searching for the dirty rats, the Van Der Koys..."

I can't.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Owls?

Have any of you ever seen an owl?

Raise your fuckin' hand if you've ever seen an owl.

That's what I thought.

- Okay? - Speech is fine.

Maybe the problem is the fuck puppet delivering.

Oh, yeah? You're making me a fuck puppet.

How am I making you into a fuck puppet?

You-- My-my own brother-in-law.

- Just read the speech. - Uh!

Never mind. You all know me.

You know why we're here. Okay?

So, we got a little naughty list

with one dozen names on it.

Yes, we do.

Twelve lucky volunteers for the big show tonight.

So, who's gonna be first?

Ah, you, sir.

Illegal possession of firearms.

Where'd you hide them? Come on, tell me. Do you have some on you now?

Come on, you little Houdini, you.

No, it-it-- it's all me.

- It-- It's not them. - It's all you?

- Yeah, it's all me. - No.

- No, it's-- - No, it's not all him? It's you as well?

- I think she wants to go first, sir. - - No.

Ladies first. Maybe we should let her go first.

- Leave us alone. - Oh, my God.

This is incredible, ladies and gentlemen.

This is real love right here. They can't decide.

- You guys-- - Let them go!

That is a fucking child. Let them go!

- Do not interrupt me. - What the fuck is wrong with you?

Stop fucking shouting at me.

You're nothing but a fuck puppet. Bitch!

Call me a fuck puppet one more time, bitch!

- You fuck puppet! - Ah!

- Ah, fuck. - Hold the line!

Get your hands off me!

It was an accident.

It was an accident, people.

June 27, you're up.

It was an acci-- Gideon, it was an accident.

I got-- I got this. I got this.

Stop The Culling!

Okay, gun's goin' down. Gun's goin' down.

- Here's some candy for you guys! Woo-hoo! - Stop The Culling!

- Delicious candy. - Stop The Culling!

- Fuck you! - Okay, let's all sing together, guys.

- Come on, altogether. Woo-hoo. - Stop The Culling!

Stop The Culling! Stop...

Glen shat...

Glen shat the bed.

Clean this up.

Let me through!

No, no!

No! No!

Oh, God. A little overkill, don't you think?

We had a quota to hit.

Supposed to get 12 prisoners for The Culling.

Preferably with all their fuckin' limbs.

We need to get 12.

We can get this kid.

And her.

No kids.

What are you, the fucking moral authority now?

Need I remind you who you answer to?

Sure as fuck isn't you.

All right, let's clean this shit up!

Ha. Who's a fuck puppet now, huh?

There you go. Take these. Just hand 'em out.

Jesus Christ.

It'd be nice if you showed me some support.

It's happening. I'm a warrior. On a mission. The mission.

No turning back.

Auspicious. To show promise of success or victory.

Ready for anything that comes--

Oh, shit!

- Sorry. - Hey!

Wait!

Are you fuckin' insane?

- All right! - Keep moving!

- Come on! - Let's go.

Come on, come on! Move out of the way!

Oh, shit. Dead guy.

Oh, lovely.

Hi.

Uh, scooch over.

Dead, like so many others.

The rest live in fear.

That's the city that Hilda created.

That's how it's gonna stay until I kill her.

Tonight, her empire crumbles.

There's six?

You couldn't find six more?

Oh, God. Melanie's gonna flip.

What's wrong, Glen?

Afraid of your wifey, hm?

- No. No, I'm not afraid. - Yeah?

I'll smooth things over with her, okay?

That's a pretty cute way of saying you're gonna throw me under the bus.

Hey, you're like a brother to me, okay?

I would never throw you under a bus.

This is it?

I spent six months organizing tonight's ceremony,

and you can't find me 12 street rats ready for camera?

It was your brother, babe.

- And there's the bus. - I told him!

He's embarrassing the family name. Did you hear about the speech?

- No. What? - I'm on the podium, I'm doing my thing.

It's going really well.

A whole paragraph about owls.

- Owls? - Yeah.

These-these people have never seen owls.

- Never seen it. - - If you're gonna shit on my art,

maybe try reading it first, huh?

The owl stuff connects to the end and ties the whole thing together.

This isn't a fucking art project, Gideon.

We let you write your shitty speeches

so you'll stop whining about doing your real job.

That's why you do the fisty punchy and he does the mouthy talky.

- Right, you're right. - So, next time, give my sweet Glen

some lines he can actually deliver.

Glen couldn't deliver a shit in the toilet

- without instructions. - Oh, my God!

Do you wanna come to the toilet with me?

Yet, and yet, he's the one the people wanna see, the one they trust.

Well, then maybe tell your shit-for-dick husband

to stop shooting his fans.

Yes. Well, we all know about today's little incident.

- It was an accident, babe. - Yes.

Glen's just being a naughty boy now

so he can be a good boy for me tonight at The Culling.

- Ugh. - Isn't that right, babe?

Yeah, babe.

Are you gonna do everything I say,

and hit your marks, and be a good, charming, little host?

Always. Yeah.

That's right. That's why the camera loves you.

Get him changed and cleaned up. He's got a big night ahead.

This? No, I could just wipe this off, babe,

- with the-- - Go, go.

I need six more bodies for tonight. I don't care where you get them.

- Hey, Shakespeare... - ...Go fuck an owl.

Fuck off.

- I'm sorry, are you talkin' to me? - Yeah, I'm talkin' to you.

- Now? - Yes.

I can't do it. We're doing a read-through of my script.

No one gives a shit about your writing, Gideon!

Hey.

What the hell? How'd you get here?

- I don't know. - You talk now?

Of course I talk.

You just never asked me any questions.

Now that we ditched the cranky old man, I can do whatever I want.

I don't like that guy. He smells like old milk.

I'm not here to play games. I'm on a mission.

Ooh, I like missions.

We should wear disguises.

I'm gonna be a ninja, but with butterfly wings.

A ninjafly. Wait, butterninja.

- Wait-- - Shh. Be quiet.

Why? It's not like they can hear me.

I can scream if I want.

- Watch. - No, no, no, no, no.

Hm.

Shit.

Okay, I got my disguise.

Look, now I'm super sneaky, but also, I can fly.

Stop talking.

Wait, wait. I should go first 'cause I'm in disguise.

That's not a disguise. Butterflies don't blend in.

Exactly. I stand out more.

I don't think you know how disguises work.

I don't think you know how butterflies work.

That doesn't even-- What happened to no talking?

They gotta be around here somewhere.

- I think they went this way. - Wait.

All clear.

- Come on. - No, no, no. Move!

- No, sir. - Fuckin' idiot.

Too tight in the crotch.

The only thing that should be this tight around my crotch

are my wife's beautiful lips.

Who the fuck is that?

Who the fuck is that?

Move!

Get back!

I think you made them angry.

Okay, I can do this.

Just remember what Shaman said.

You are a worthless piece of...

Nope, that's not it.

- This way! - Get down there!

We gotta hide.

Hey!

What are you doing?

- Sedulous. - This isn't fair!

To commit total focus to a single task.

Oh, shit!

Back, back, back!

New plan, no weapon. Don't need it.

Wait, is that what he said?

You are the weapon.

I am the weapon.

Hold it!

Aah!

Uh-oh.

Hey, Boy!

- Catch! - Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Seriously? - Oh, fuck! Sorry!

Oh. Hello, mate. Hello. Hey, listen.

Technically, yeah, I-I got your back with that,

- so maybe you can return the favor.

You wanna kill these bastards, I can help.

I can.

Oh, oh!

Ah, you want Hilda.

Okay, I can take you to her if you free me.

Dodgy. To appear untrustworthy.

What are you doing? Please break the chain!

Right, right. Sorry.

Okay, okay.

Whoa!

We need to work as a team. Yeah?

Team. I've never been on a team.

You push forward with that. Bam!

And I'm gonna-- and I'm gonna get behind that cart.

I'm gonna do cart stuff.

Yeah? Yeah. Go!

Oh, come on.

Look at me, part of a team.

Wait, where'd my team go?

Right, doing cart stuff.

Round two. Fight!

Medium punch. Heavy punch.

Total knockout.

That was cool.

We keep meeting like this, don't we?

Yeah. My name is Basho.

It's like bash! Oh. Huh? Get it?

I would help you with all the fighting, but bad knee!

So what I'll do, yeah, is stick to my lane.

- I'm gonna do cart stuff. - Right, the cart. Do we need this?

It makes sense to me.

Watch out!

- Ow! - Ah, yeah.

Oh, that's Dave. Yeah, yeah, he's got a lot of issues.

You can take him. Good luck.

Round three. Fight!

Fuck you, Dave!

Yah! Yaah! Yah!

Ow!

Oh, shit. Ha. Ooh.

Player One wins. Game over.

Oh, yeah.

Game not over?

Uh, yeah, like I said, he's got issues.

Woo-hoo! Yeah!

Aah!

Player Two is fucking crazy.

Fatality.

Kind of.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

We did it.

Ah, we did it! We fucking did it!

We did it. I knew we--

- I thought for sure we'd die. - Oh.

- Aah! - Oh!

- Ah, you shot me! You fucking shot... Ah!

See we make a good team, huh?

- Let's go. - God!

Fuck! Ah, God, that hurts.

I can't feel my leg! I'm shot--

- Whoa, no, no, no, don't kill him! - - Whoa, whoa, don't--

Don't kill him! Don't kill him! It's why-it's why-- He's got information.

He's married to a Van Der Koy. Aren't you, Glen?

- Yeah. Yeah, I have information. - Yeah? Yeah.

I have information. I do.

I-I'm actually working undercover with the Van Der Koys.

- I'm deep, deep undercover-- - Oh, fuck off! No, you're not!

Okay, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, but I could be.

Bench vice time! Fuck!

Or I could go undercover to be on your side right now.

Oh, my God, no!

- Okay, yeah! Right. - Jesus Christ, no!

- You ready? - No!

Where's Hilda?

She's at the mansion! She's at the Van Der Koy mansion!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Bullshit.

Hilda hasn't been seen there for years. He's lying. You're lying!

No, I'm-I'm not lying.

Every year before The Culling ceremony,

Hilda throws a huge banquet for the whole batshit crazy family.

They're all gonna be there, man.

If you want-- you want 'em dead, I can get you in there.

I'm your guy. I can get you in there.

All right, look, I'm not like them.

I was-I was with my therapist the other day,

and-and he-he asked me to look within, and I-I did.

You know, I looked deep within, and I realized this is not me.

This is not who I am, you know?

It's not the real me. They forced me into this.

Yeah, they forced me.

Put me on a fucking juice cleanse, changed my name.

My wife even chooses my-my clothes.

I don't even like juice.

Yeah.

You know what? Fuck them.

I'm gonna help you.

Yeah, I'm gonna help you.

I'm gonna get you into the mansion. We're gonna go there together--

Oh!

Oh, shit. Oh.

Oh, oh, shit.

Oh, wow. Um...

- Sweaty palms. - I see that.

Probably he wasn't gonna-- he wasn't gonna help us.

Definitely sounded like he was gonna help us.

Oh, fuck.

♪ La, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

Hm, hmm.

Oh, yes.

You're quite a fighter, mate. I could've used you back in the day.

Come on.

Spent three years in that shithole making their fucking guns.

But I rigged a whole bunch of them to backfire.

You know, the first thing they try and take away from you is hope,

but I never let go of mine.

And look what happened. Basho's free, baby!

About time too. Got a lot of people, a lot of people countin' on me.

I am with the resistance.

Yeah.

See, they try to use The Culling,

The Culling, to scare people from joining our cause, but nah!

It's all lies and illusions, and everyone knows it.

We're still strong. Still strong.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

- Come, come, come. - Come, come. Right.

If we're gonna take down Hilda, we're gonna need an army.

Ahh.

There we go. That's where my people come in.

Welcome to...

...The resistance.

Hm!

Hold on.

Okay, wait. Just hold-hold a bit.

What the fuck?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Benny! Benny, Benny, no! He's with me.

He-he helped me escape.

Hey, hey, it's me.

Hey, hey.

Put that down, huh? It's me.

It's me.

- Oh, how are you, mate? - Oh.

Where is everyone? Where's the rest of the team?

Mapple apple camels.

Mapple apple what? That-that can't be right.

All of them?

Ey?

How?

Dodo buns for long lamps.

Uh-oh, can't read his lips.

Is he mumbling in a different language?

Wait, wait, hold on.

What about Yanmai? Where is she?

Yanmai.

Momo parking lot.

Probably not saying that. Maybe if I concentrate, I can--

- Pick a pod briefcase. - Uh, something about pickles.

- Schnoogleboob drop-top. - Are these words? I don't--

Dodo buns for turtle bird.

Dodo buns sound fun.

Uh-oh.

Oh, wait. Dodo buns are not fun.

I've never heard a grown man cry.

Not sure what it sounds like.

No, that can't be it.

I'm sorry about the dodo buns.

Ey.

That bitch will pay for this!

Ahh!

You know what, Benny?

We'll do it ourselves. We have a secret weapon.

He's talking about me.

I saw this man take down an entire squad

of Van Der Koy soldiers.

I did do that.

- He killed over a hundred men. - Slight exaggeration.

- With his bare hands. - Definitely not true.

No bullshit.

Yeah, this, this is our shot.

Yeah.

You know what? For the first time in years as well.

You know what I know?

- I know where Hilda is gonna be.

Yes.

Yeah. All we need is a way in.

- You know what time it is? - Mm-hmm.

Plan time.

He punched the Tammy Tam!

Devil pay the Tammy Tam!

- Yeah. Go, go team. - Okay.

Here we go.

Any individual violating any orders

will be subject to immediate arrest.

We're gonna find our magical perfect place and stay there forever.

You with me?

We have reason to believe the entire Van Der Koy family are in the mansion.

The Van Der Koys are made up of three siblings.

Now, Gideon, he runs the streets.

Melanie runs business and PR.

June 27, she is head of security.

And Glen, he no longer has a head.

Mm-hmm. Sweaty palms.

Now, they all take orders from Hilda!

Now, The Culling ceremony starts at ten,

which means they'll be leaving the house by eight. Yeah.

That gives us a two-hour window to get you in.

But you cannot go in guns a-blazing.

Security's gonna be airtight.

Dining room!

That's where Benny's plan comes in.

Take it away, Benny boy.

Go-go robot guitar the biscuit.

Hold on.

Sea diver ham man platter dance.

What the fuck?

Hm.

- Yeah, he's good. He's good. - No.

Do I need to understand this?

- We'll-we'll beat the flame, right? - This feels important.

This is the whole plan.

Maybe just pretend you understand.

Keep nodding. Look impressed.

Yeah.

Bumper stump mop mop.

Caplinky?

Sure. Caplinky.

Basho seems happy. It must be a good plan.

I don't like this plan.

I bet the plan will make sense when it happens.

Like a magic trick.

- Lots of weird props... - Ooh.

...But then something amazing happens.

Except I'm the magician, and I don't know magic.

Nobody knows magic. That's why it's magical.

Right. So, this is fine.

This is fine.

Hm!

Okay. It's that kind of plan.

Weapons, danger. We're going to war.

It's wartime. Just give me a weapon and...

Now comes the hard part.

Tramp stamp skidmark.

Befuddled. To be deeply confused.

Deeply, deeply confused.

Finally. Disguises.

Right, I'm a chef. Why am I a chef?

The dinner scene will commence very soon.

Start plating the crème brûlée.

I don't know what that means.

How do I plate a crème? Why am I crème plating?

Don't blow your cover.

Just act chef-y.

Oh, macarons.

Try one.

Chefs eat things.

Fine. One macaron.

But then I need to find...

What was that?

Macaron.

That's delicious.

Eat more. You're a chef.

Oh-oh, oh!

Strawberry.

Caramel.

Vanilla.

So soft and squishy.

- Ooh. - Uh-oh.

He's not happy.

Good evening. Happy Culling.

Gideon has prepared a most delectable menu for you all.

I am an instrument shaped for a single purpose. To kill--

You don't look like an instrument.

I'm gonna go take care of something. Alone.

You stay here and grab all the macarons you can find.

And when I'm done,

we'll bring them to our magical perfect place.

Sound good?

Mission accepted.

But what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna act chef-y.

Still waiting on the crème--

I did it! Yes!

Player One wins.

Wait.

They look different.

- Why do they look so different?

He just chopped her fuckin' head off.

Something's off.

Did I kill the wrong Hilda?

Gotcha.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Mmm.

I didn't sign up for this. I'm getting the fuck outta here.

Wait.

Put it down.

Everybody, shut your fucking pie holes.

Get back into character!

Sit down!

Thank you.

That's right, they're all actors.

It was only a matter of time before somebody tried

taking down the queen on Culling Day,

hence the elaborately-staged family dinner scene

written by yours truly.

Flypaper for idiots!

Oh, easy now.

No need to get all butthurt because you fell

for the expertly-crafted and incredibly lifelike dialogue.

Great work, everybody, really.

Except for you, Dennis.

I...

I don't even know what to tell you anymore.

You're just not getting it.

Feel a fucking feeling, Dennis.

Think a thought.

You're an empty shell out here.

Are you still going on about your damn kiddie's play?

It's fine, Gram Gram. Just go back to suckin' on your mango.

Gram Gram's real. Just, uh, easier to keep her here.

Yeah, shoot the damn hobo so I can go and watch my shows.

I'm dealing with it, Gram Gram.

Just go back to--

Big mistake, dingle-fuck.

Now, drop the gun, or she'll drop it for ya.

All right.

Let's give the lady some room to work, shall we?

Come on.

Is that the best you've got?

Ah!

Come on.

Ooh, she's pretty.

Ah!

My entire life built to this moment,

and I failed.

I knew your mother.

You will avenge her.

Hey.

Your fighting style...

I'd recognize it anywhere.

You were trained by the Shaman. Where is he?

Might wanna tell her what she wants to know

before she makes you her personal, little, filleted fuck-fish.

Read my lips.

Fuck you.

Not really supposed to be funny.

- Did she read my lips wrong or...

- Oh! Oh, no, no, no. - Nope. She got it.

Okay.

Easy, June, hm? He's got some answers.

This is going to require a little bit of finesse.

Give us some privacy, okay?

Oh.

Okay. Real talk.

Please don't make me do this.

This torture shit gives me nosebleeds.

You're pissed, you killed some people, I get it.

Hi-Hilda's my sister. You don't think I know what she is?

I'm tired of this Culling shit just as much as you are.

Every year.

We go on this wild fucking goose chase

roundin' up her enemies.

We ran out of geese years ago.

I'm out there collectin' fucking pigeons.

The streets are clean.

We won the war, but it's never enough for her.

She's delusional, hidin' out in her fuckin' bunker.

And why?

Because he's still out there.

That shitdick-for-fucks jungle asshole.

The Shaman.

I'm tired. Sick of it.

You wanna end the violence? Just give me the Shaman.

Hilda's a piece of shit, but so is he.

It doesn't stop till one of them dies.

I'm done givin' a shit which one.

Well, I'm not.

You're ready to die for this, huh?

You've got some fire in you.

I forgot what that's like.

Fuck it.

Time to try this the other way.

Let's see how far that tenacity gets you.

Ready for murder town, motherfucker, huh?

You want some more?

I'm not finished with him yet.

It doesn't look like you started.

Uh, what's wrong?

Did he give wittle Gideon a nosebweed?

Get out of my way.

You've had a busy night. Talk of the town.

Younger than I expected, but this is good. This'll play.

We haven't met. I'm Melanie.

I believe you crushed my husband's head with a bench vice.

But you made a teensy mistake.

You murdered the wrong Van Der Koy.

Do you have any idea how hard it is...

To find a replacement host one hour before air time?

I spent years shaping Glen to what he was, you petulant little shit.

You think you sabotaged my show,

but you just gave me the main attraction.

You wanted to become a symbol, didn't you?

A threat to our dynasty.

I'm afraid not, dear.

You forget who controls the narrative.

Oh, I am gonna make you so pwetty for them.

Dainty, fragile.

That's how they'll see you.

And they're all gonna watch and cheer as you die.

Take him to the studio.

We're gonna have to make this work without a host,

which means I need the cameras to tell the story.

I want camera three in the splatter zone.

If you don't get that lens covered in blood,

you're doing it wrong.

We're reworking the intro.

- Hilda enters from stage right-- - Hilda? - She's here?

Yes. She finally crawled out of her cave.

Glen's dead. Questions will be asked.

They need assurance we're still in control.

Only Hilda can give them that.

Don't tell her who our sponsor is and keep her away from any guns.

She hasn't been out of that bunker in years.

She's completely unstable. We can't control what she--

I'm sorry, what can't I control?

Who's been shaping the city's perception of Hilda

during her paranoid psycho years?

She staged a revolution, but who got it paid for?

I make tiger roars out of kitten meows.

You, of all people, should know this.

After all, who made them fear you?

Now, come on.

Watch me make that crazy bitch roar again.

And get this asshole ready for camera.

You should've just given us the Shaman.

Oh, I think Mr. Grumpy Pants needs cheering up.

How about a little gossip talk?

I could've killed her.

- Why did you get in my way? - I don't know.

That's not good enough.

You're supposed to be helping me.

Welcome to The Culling.

For 25 years, we've celebrated this city's progress

by cleansing it of all those who stand in its way.

Our proudest televised tradition was born from humble beginnings.

One brave woman who vowed to bring order to our streets

in the name of a dream.

That dream is alive tonight...

- I hate this fucking day. - ...As we welcome to our stage

The heart of our city, your courageous leader,

Hilda Van Der Koy!

Okay, here she comes.

And lights.

Hilda, you're beautiful!

- Hilda! - We love you!

Twenty-five years

since we reclaimed this city from the miscreants and murderers

who painted our streets with blood.

I don't like this game anymore.

One purpose.

I wanna go home.

Shaped. Shaped. Shaped.

Single, single purpose, purpose.

One purpose only. One purpose only.

Kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

Kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

Kill, kill, kill.

...By punishing the...

Those who stand in its way.

They look just like us, don't they?

That's-that's how they linger among us.

The invisible sickness spreading from the inside, infecting everything.

I see it everywhere I go. I...

What the fuck is she saying?

I gave you the light!

I fight to heal you!

Read the fucking teleprompter.

What's done cannot be undone.

You can't wash a hole and make it shine, no.

She's insane.

You...

You have to take a scalpel,

and you carve deep and deeper and deeper

until finally, you reach the...

And your little...

I said no guns.

Who gave her a fucking gun?

Give me the fucking microphone.

There's knocking at the gate.

Hilda Van Der Koy, everybody!

Get her out of here.

Okay.

Now, enough waiting. What are we all here to witness?

The Culling!

What cleanses our city?

The Culling!

Wait.

Let's see how far that tenacity gets you.

This family needs therapy.

What sponsor makes tonight possible?

Frosty Puffs!

What the fuck?

Here they come.

Pineapple Pal!

Pineapple Pal!

Octo Thief.

♪ ...Milk and that's enough You're addicted to the Frosty Puffs ♪

♪ Now who's coming with us to the frosty reef? ♪

♪ We got Pineapple Pal and Octo Thief ♪

Peek-a-boo.

♪ Come hang out with Gary the Goat ♪

And the naughtiest of them all gets a special surprise

from our favorite fluffy friend,

Gary the Goat!

Gary! Gary!

And it's Frosty Puff's Cereal Sailor himself,

Captain Frostington.

Delirium.

A confused mental state that may result in imagery

that clearly can't be real.

♪ These sugary rings make us all go nuts ♪

♪ With one, two, three The bad guys all in cuffs ♪

♪ You'll be happy eating Frosty Puffs ♪

A small thank you for your continued devotion

to the Van Der Koy dynasty.

Whoo!

Let The Culling commence.

Who will be first?

How about her?

Come back here.

Woo-hoo!

Please, no. Please.

Hurry!

Hurry up!

We gotta get outta here.

Let's get the whole body in the shot.

- Put that fucker's collar on the remote. - - Yes, ma'am.

I am an instrument shaped for a single purpo--

Camera two, zoom in tight.

Here we go.

Overboard!

- No, no, no. - Yah!

- Hey, stop! Stop that!

Here comes Gary.

Death by goat.

Not exactly how I planned to go.

Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary!

Break his head off, Gary!

Basho?

I'm a fucking goat, mate!

So many questions.

Come here.

Benny!

My team's back.

Whoa! Fuckers!

Who is this?

- We'll stand by. - To endings.

Let's go! This way! Go, go! Come on!

You tentacled prick. Mollusk cunt.

Oh, we cut it a bit close.

But the plan, the plan worked perfectly.

Come on. Boom!

Move! Come on, go!

First, we got into disguise.

Then we took the butler's security pass while you created a diversion.

Player One wins.

Perfectly played. Nice job.

Then we picked you up from the rendezvous.

If you don't get that lens covered in blood...

Scoped out security measures.

Then Benny worked his magic. Fuck you!

Topple tart the handbasket.

Many maps bread man.

Not this again.

Chopped off the barn farmer's feet.

Oh, yeah. For the scanner, yeah.

That was the good part, yeah.

Boat float the diver. Master apple slap-grab the dodo.

And now, we're here.

Make sense?

Part of that makes sense.

Finish the fucking job.

We are the revolution.

Tonight, it ends.

Ready? Yeah!

Fight! Fight!

Juju-boo titty jumbo!

Ah!

Ahh!

So...

How is your little kiddie show goin'?

Fuck you.

Bring in your men. Clean this up.

You know,

when somebody takes a steamy shit in the kitchen sink, I...

I stop doin' the dishes.

He couldn't free himself without help.

I know what you did. Fix this!

I already did.

Come back here.

Don't you dare walk away from me!

Fuck.

- Piss off. - Ah!

Whoa, whoa. Uh, uh, Benny! Benny!

Ah!

Ah!

Okay, you soggy cereal shit pirate.

Mapple dabloom!

Nobody fucks with my show.

Ahh!

Benny!

Golden toe jam.

Oh, no!

Fuck.

I'm a goddamn broadcast miracle worker.

Do you know how hard it is to get a cereal company

to sponsor mass murder?

That was me!

Oh, ohh! Whoa.

All you did was improve my ratings.

Oh, yeah, go on. Do it on camera.

Make me a martyr.

Where are you going? Tss.

Coward.

Wait.

No. No, no, no, wait.

Oh, hey, man. Nice job.

How we doing for time? I was just thinking of takin' a quick nap.

Tough crowd. Hey, no, no, no.

No, no, it's okay. It's okay, mate. It's okay.

Oops.

I said I'd take you to Hilda,

and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Remember the first thing they try and take from ya?

Hope.

Don't you ever lose it.

Come on.

See you soon, Benny.

You know, I just-I just realized you don't talk much, do ya?

I like it.

Go!

Go!

Don't look back. Give 'em hell. Go!

Extirpate.

To destroy every motherfucker that gets in my way.

Give 'em hell.

Imagine our magical perfect place.

Ah! Ahh!

Can you see it?

Hm.

Ah.

Probably was, uh, expecting a showdown, huh?

Huh? Classic boss fight.

Sorry to disappoint. Bitch sister Melanie shot me in the back.

And she's the nice one.

You'll need this.

They evacuated.

They're in the bunker. That's where you'll find her.

Yeah, well...

Do what you gotta do.

He helped us.

No more distractions.

You can't just keep killing everybody.

You're not real.

Listen to me. I'm your sister.

My sister is dead.

I don't need you anymore.

Huh.

Ding-dong.

You have reached your final destination.

In a few moments, our lovely ground crew will open the doors,

unload a flurry of armor-piercing bullets

and shred you to pieces.

You will die alone and forgotten.

All for nothing.

No. Not for nothing.

This is for her.

One purpose. Purpose.

I am an instrument. I am an instrument.

Shaped. Shaped. A single purpose.

One purpose only. One purpose only.

Kill Hilda Van Der Koy. Kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

To kill her. To kill her.

Instrument. Instrument. Purpose. Purpose.

Kill Hilda Van Der Koy.

It really is you, isn't it?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you.

He convinced us you were dead.

Oh, yet here you are.

Oh.

You remember me, don't you?

It's me.

Your mother.

He did this to you.

He made you forget what you are.

The things he must have done to you.

I can only imagine.

Is this your mother?

Your mother is dead, Boy.

This is your mother.

Your mother is dead.

Hilda did this to you.

Hilda killed your family.

I saved you.

It's me.

Your mother.

Yes.

Can you see it?

I can see it too.

Look at him.

This man killed your father.

Trained soldiers to destroy our family.

He thought we were weak.

We're not weak, are we?

Are we?

Yes, just like that.

Just like we practiced.

Please. Spare the children.

Please.

Please!

Please!

No!

Ahh!

Make your family proud.

End this.

Get him! Go!

- Go, go, go! - Out of the way!

It's okay. It's okay.

He used you to orchestrate his revenge.

Turned you against me. Against your family.

Against your own sister.

Mina.

I did it for us.

For you.

Because I love you, and he took you from me.

I spent years hunting for him.

I see him everywhere I go.

He's poison, like...

Like sharp embers, scraping behind my eyes.

But tonight, tonight was different.

He was there in that audience, watching.

Tell me!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It's not your fault.

No, no, no. He put you under his spell.

A spell that won't end until he's dead.

Just please, please show me you're still in there,

my sweet, sweet boy.

Come back to me. Please.

Please?

This isn't your brother.

Everything he once was has been stripped away.

He's lost to us.

The Shaman wants us dead.

This is his weapon.

Deal with him accordingly.

Finish it!

Get them!

The only way out is the way that we came in.

We've gotta make a run for it.

Okay.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Shit!

Hey, come on!

There! Down there!

Come on!

I never stopped looking for you.

They told me the Shaman had killed you, but I never stopped.

If I had my chance, none of this would have ever happened.

Liminal.

To exist between two states.

I hated them for taking you away from me.

All of them.

I wanted them to suffer.

And they did.

Every last one of them.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Hey, motherfucker.

This ends now.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Aahh!

Hey.

Don't worry about me.

You know it's better this way.

You're free now. So, go.

Leave all of this behind.

I can't do that.

I made a promise.

This time, we're gonna make it.

From now on, we make our own rules.

Nobody tells us what to do.

I'm gonna take us far away from this totalitarian hellhole.

I know we can't stay here.

But now, we have something they can't take away.

A perfect moment.

Just you and me, here, together.

If something's special enough, you can always go back to it.

So let's make this special.

Are you with me?

Always.

Player Two has entered the game.

Mm.