All language subtitles for What We Do in the Shadows s06e05 Nandors Army.eng

["Grieg Asia Minor" by
Andrea and Ervin Litkei playing]

[Laszlo]
Nandor has disappeared.

- Nandor?
- [Laszlo] No one has seen

or heard from him in weeks.

Well, not since Gizmo fired him.

Nandor?

[Laszlo]
Gave him the old heave-ho

from his janitor job.

The blade of the proverbial
guillotine has dropped,

and the blood of Nandor's
broken dreams

has pooled at Gizmo's
oddly-shaped feet.

[Colin]
So, yeah, we've tried just about everything

to find Nandor.

Set traps...

Nandor?

...checked the vents,
hung posters...

[Nadja]
We have even yelled his name very loudly

into the wind.

[in power voice]
Nandor!

- [neighbor] Shut the fuck up.
- Piss off.

You shut the fuck up.

That broody little bitch
is missing.

The dude is gone.

And we can't find
the fucker anywhere.

[Nadja]
Five dollars seems like a lot.

- [door closes]
- Hey. - [Doll Nadja] Ugh.

I can't even look at you. Ugh.

Any update on Nandor?

Not since you fired him.

[Nadja]
From the job he loved.

[Laszlo]
What a coincidence.

You have
a lot of guts coming in here,

- you little floating traitor.
- [phone ringing]

- Floating away
with your little bitch ways. - Hello?

- Yes?
- [Baron over phone] Nandor has been located.

[sighs]
It's the Baron.

And he knows where Nandor is.

Don't tell him
about the reward money.

[Baron] I thought we might
have a bite of lunch while we talk.

Let us see what we have here.

Some punch,
some jellied blood, and, uh,

Ke dekti patan.

And, yes,

the Sire prepared
the finger foods.

Mmm. My compliments to the chef.

- [Sire chuckles]
- Again, like I mentioned in my email,

I don't eat blood, so maybe
just a crescent roll or...

[Baron]
Uh, Sire,

would you play
that tape of Nandor,

- please?
- [agrees in ancient language]

This was recorded by a vampire
monitoring the ether.

[Nandor on tape]
Enemies abound, and only I can defeat them.

I used to think ghouls were just
the spirits of the dead.

But now I know they walk
among the living, too.

- [Nadja] Oh, dear.
- Up and down Wall Street,

with their suits and their ties

and their
build-your-own-salad bowls.

I watched a snail

crawl across the edge of a...

one of those things
you use to shave.

- What's it called?
- Razor.

- [Nandor] Not a knife.
- He's thinking razor.

[Nandor]
What are those things called again?

- A Sharpie? No, no...
- Enough.

- [recording stops]
- [Nadja] Well,

yikes.

- [weak chuckle]
- Indeed.

[Baron]
Oh, he used to be one of the most

promising vampires
in this New World.

- Well, I wouldn't go that far.
- But now...

[scoffs]
...he is unrecognizable.

Dangerous.

- Dangerous, you say?
- Yes.

We are hearing reports of
increasingly erratic behavior.

- [Nadja] Mm.
- Nandor is drawing attention.

Too much attention.

And attention puts

all vampires at risk.

Understood.

He must be stopped.

- So, Nandor's here?
- [Baron] Yes.

We traced Nandor's dispatches
to that location.

Go to New Hampshire.

Retrieve Nandor.

[sucks, pops]

And with haste.

[cover of Norma Tanega's
"You're Dead" playing]

?? Don't sing if you want
to live long ?

?? They have no use
for your song ?

?? You're dead, you're dead,
you're dead ?

?? You're dead
and out of this world ?

?? You'll never get
a second chance ?

?? Plan all your moves
in advance ?

?? Stay dead, stay dead ?

?? And out of this world ?

?? Shadows and light, baby ?

?? You're dead. ?

[Guillermo] Okay, so we made it
to New Hampshire.

The dossier said
that Nandor is hiding here

at the Hancock & Sons factory.

I mean,
it was the factory until you

and your Cannon Capital cronies
stripped it down for parts.

Actually, a leveraged buyout
is a pretty neat way

for a failing business to
reinvent itself for the future.

- [Nadja] Shut up, Guillermo!
- [Laszlo] Shut up, Gizmo!

Okay.

[Nadja]
What the hell happened here?

- Stay close, my darling.
- Hey, look.

What if the H, A and N
were missing?

- Get it?
- [Laszlo] Nope.

[Colin]
Cock & Sons.

[Colin laughs]

[Nadja groans]

[Nadja]
Smells like slow death in here.

- [Colin] Malaria.
- [Laszlo] Nightmares.

[Guillermo]
A little dusty.

[Nadja mutters]

[Colin]
Nan-man?

Are-are you here?

Nan-man?

[Nandor]
There is...

no Nan-man here.

There is only Nandor
the Relentless.

Warrior.

Leader.

So, Na-Nandor,
have you been here

the whole time
since you were, um...

Fired?

Yes.

I have.

[Guillermo]
And, uh,

- why?
- Vampire-only explanations.

That means not you, Guillermo.

[Guillermo]
Okay.

When one is burned...

...one feels most at home
amongst the ashes.

Which is why I came here,

to the husk
of the Hancock & Sons factory,

amongst others
that have been discarded

by Cannon Capital Strategies.

But what I found...

Oh, what I found...

[Colin]
A...

bunch of preppy crap?

Preppy essentials.

- Mm.
- And, no,

I found soldiers.

Many of the humans left
when the jobs did.

Those that remained,
they needed,

they craved a leader.

A warrior.

A commander.

And they became my army.

And, uh, where is this army?

In the field,

awaiting our next strike.

- Ah.
- Which reminds me,

I have
a war council meeting now.

You may walk with me,
if you must.

Oh, mind the shirt pins.

They're fucking everywhere.

[Nadja]
So, Nandor, this army

you have raised...

what is the, uh, endgame?

To conquer.

To take the battle town by town,

from here to the very steps
of Cannon Capital itself.

Right, but, um...

why?

So that Cannon Capital

will rue the day they cast out

their greatest warrior.

Ah!

We are here.

Good evening, comrades!

- [Laszlo] Fuck my old boots.
- [Colin whistles]

[Colin]
Good gravy.

[Nadja]
Uh, so this

is your war council?

[Nandor]
Yes.

[Laszlo]
And who are these chaps?

- My reserves.
- [Colin] And what about them?

[Nandor]
My concubines.

- [Laszlo] Shit.
- [Nadja] Huh.

[Nandor]
Now, look, I really need to get on

with my strategy session.

Unless you have
any more questions?

- [Guillermo] I do.
- No.

Are you okay?

What is he still doing here?

- Well, I drove.
- You...

are the enemy.

An errand boy
sent by greengrocers

to spy on me.

Leave.

I'm not the enemy. Tell him.

- See you later.
- [Laszlo] Bugger off.

Okay.

I will be out here.

[Laszlo]
Well, it looks like

you've had quite
the exciting time here, Nandor.

- No one can deny that.
- [Nadja] Mm.

But what say we go home now?

Before you freak
the fuck out of anyone else.

This is my home.

The battlefield.

- Okay. [whistles]
- Mm-hmm. - Hmm.

What is that, Major Briggs?

A maneuver from the east?

Perhaps.

I think it's safe to assume
he's gone absolutely mad.

Yeah, I don't like using
this word, but he is crazy.

Oi. No.

You do not get to use that word,
you twee demon.

- He's like this because of you.
- [Nandor hoots]

- [cackling]
- But, yes,

he is absolutely crazy.

Well, we can't just leave him
here like this.

Unless...
[chuckles softly]

can we?

[Nandor groaning]

[Laszlo]
No, we cannot.

He's a danger to himself.

How about we sit him down
and say,

"Hey, you're nuts.

"Stop it.

Stop being nuts."

I see someone is well-versed
in psychology.

Well, let's just grab him
by the neck and yank him out

- of this hell box.
- [Laszlo] We can't.

To extract Nandor by force
would be like...

waking a sleepwalker.

So what, then?

There is only one solution.

We role-play the scenario

that Nandor has concocted
in his mind.

In time our presence
will shine a light

on the holes in his fantasy,

and he can follow that light
back to reality.

So, Shutter Island rules,
so to speak.

[Laszlo mutters mockingly]

[Nandor laughing]

We are the hollow men.

Well, it's worth a shot.

All right.

Okay. I'm in.

Excellent. Fuck off.

- What?
- You need to go now.

- Why?
- 'Cause he believes you are the enemy.

- But I'm not the enemy.
- What are you still doing here?

- [Colin] Bye, bitch.
- Okay.

Bye-bye, bitch.

Keep walking, bitch.

Stop calling me "bitch."

[Nadja]
Sorry, bitch.

[singsongy]
Nandor.

[Nandor]
Bit busy.

[Laszlo]
Your army.

We'd like to enlist.

[Nandor]
"Sir."

[Laszlo]
What?

If you wish to be in my army,

then you will all address me
as "sir."

- Okay, I'm out.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[all]
Yes, sir.

Good.

So, basic training begins now!

- ["Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater
Revival playing] - ?? Cannon Capital nemeedooni ?

[others]
?? Cannon Capital nemeedooni ?

?? Mah too jahdeyeh
peeroosee Eem. ?

- You are clay.
- No.

- Soft.
- [groans]

- Weak. Goopy.
- [Colin growling]

But I am here to mold you.

Yes, sir!

To make you strong.

- To shape you.
- Whoo!

[Nandor]
?? Cannon Capital chalgoozeh ?

[others]
?? Cannon Capital chalgoozeh. ?

[Laszlo]
I joined the Royal Navy a few years ago.

For the sea, the sun
and mainly the sex.

But what I'm finding here,
it's just a lot of marching...

- [Nandor] That's it!
- ...push-ups for no reason...

20,001.

20,002.

...and no one's offered me
anything

- that looks like a medal.
- [buzzing] - What the fuck?!

Shave your own head.

[Nandor]
Okay. On your marks,

get set,

crawl, worms!

- That's it!
- [Nadja] I did not realize

being in Nandor's fake army

would involve so much
of doing what Nandor says.

[Nandor]
You call that crawling?!

[Nadja]
He's very lucky that I have

that rule about not killing
the demented.

- [grunting]
- ?? Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale... ?

[Colin]
Sure,

Nandor's military delusions

are a strange little brew.

A dash of memories
from his time in Al Quolanudar

and a sprinkle of war movies
he's seen over the years.

But, heck, if I don't want
to take another sip.

?? It ain't me, it ain't me. ?

- [song continues over speaker]
- Well, maggots.

You have trained

and trained well.

Especially you, Colin Robinson.

You are very violent.

Oorah, sir!

Alexa, please pause the music.

- [song ends]
- [Alexa] Okay. - Thank you.

Alexa is my director
of internal comms.

Okay! So,

on to your assignments.

- Laszlo Cravensworth!
- Yeah.

Intelligence.

Obviously.

- Nadja of Antipaxos.
- Hmm?

Signal Corps.

What is that?

Never mind. Who gives a shit?

Colin Robinson.

[quietly]
Come on, Logistics.

Come on, Logistics.

Logistics.

Yes! [chuckling] Yes.

Now listen up.

- Tonight is a proud night.
- Psst.

Together we will take back

the honor, the power,

the respect

that Cannon Capital have
so cruelly tried to take away.

[Nadja]
Okay, so this is a pit of shit.

Can we not just make
Nandor think that this stupid

imaginary battle
has happened already?

- And how do we do that?
- [Colin] I know.

Shoot me.

That's not a real gun,
Colin Robinson.

It's a decorative firearm
from the Outdoorsman section.

All right,
then whack me with it.

Hard.

All right.

[chuckles]

- Again. Harder, though.
- Really?

Yes! [chuckling] Oh!

How is this going to help
with the Nandor thing?

What Nandor thing?

Hold on. I think I've got it.

I've thought of a way
that Nandor will think

that the war is won.

A ruse de guerre that will make

the Trojan horse look like
a witless child's papier-m�ch�.

Fuck, I'm good.

Now all I need
is the adequate supplies

from this shit-forsaken town.

Wait. You guys can leave,
but I don't want Nandor to think

I'm a deserter.

I ain't no deserter!

[Nandor]
You live a thousand years

and you think you know
what betrayal is.

What horror is.

[Colin]
Awaiting further orders, sir.

But then, in a single instant,
you find out

you haven't the slightest idea
what man is truly capable of.

[man over phone]
Oh, man. That sounds rough out there, Nandor.

Listen, I've got to
move on to the next caller,

but did you want
to request a song?

Uh, yes. I would like to request

"Scarborough Fair"
by Simon & Garfunkel.

No. Let's limit
the public broadcasts.

The brass back home
are getting a little squirrely.

But to whom am I
supposed to orate?

Well, me, you big lummox.

[laughs] All right.

Now, you were saying
something about the horror.

[Laszlo]
You know what, my darling?

It feels like an eternity

since we've had some time alone.

Oh, it does, it does.

So what is the plan,
my dark lover?

Well, you'll see. You'll see.

I'll "see"?

Yes. What's the problem,
my darling?

I'm hearing a lot of this

"You'll see" these days.
I'm hearing

"You'll see" about the plan
to fix Nandor's melted brain.

I'm hearing "You'll see"

about the sex doll monster thing

that you're creating
in the basement.

Well, the sex doll monster
thing- not a sex doll-

is part of the grand plan.

Which is...?

Complex scientific experiments

that I don't think
you'll understand.

Oh, so you're calling me stupid?

Well, of course not.

That's a stupid thing to say.

- [speaks Greek]
- No.

- Whoa, whoa. No.
- Piss off.

Nadja, what I meant to say
was something

with the identical sentiment
that wouldn't piss you off.

Well, it did.

Shit.

[Nandor]
In my empire, Colin Robinson,

we will be free. [blows]

Free from liars.

From the cowards who say
you are not a

"good culture fit."

I dig that, sir. I hear that.

[Guillermo]
Hey.

[Nandor]
I thought I said this person

was not welcome here.

- You sure did, sir.
- [Guillermo] Yeah, I know,

but if I keep charging my phone
in the car,

it'll kill the battery, so
I'm just looking for an outlet.

Don't mean to disrupt
your whole "war" thing.

"War thing"?

This is a war.

No winky fingers.

Okay, enough.

Private Robinson,

would you give us a moment?

You got it.

Traitor.

What did you say to me?

I'm sorry. I'm done
playing along with this fantasy.

I'm not the enemy,
and you know that.

You're just pissed.

You're pissed that
I'm killing it at Cannon.

You're pissed that...

that you weren't

a good culture fit.

[growls]

Lieutenant Alexa.

Tell this piece of shit
to leave.

[Alexa]
Now playing "Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo.

- ["Leave (Get Out)"
by JoJo playing] - Wait for the chorus.

Well, I'm not the only one
kept in the dark

by their lover's
extracurricular activities.

So you admit
you keep me in the dark.

Well, no more than you keep me
in the dark.

I don't got a fucking clue what
you get up to at Cannon Capital.

Laszlo, there is nothing
to tell.

It is a job. You show up,

you pretend to do shit,
and then you go home.

Why the fuck would you
want to do that?

Because it is better
than sitting at home

and twiddling with my tits
while you are

downstairs locked up in the
basement with your meat parts.

All right, all right.
All right, my darling.

I think I know
what's going on here.

Give me your hand.

I need to apologize.

I'm listening.

Clearly, the reason
for you being

so overemotional

is because

it is your time of the month.

[speaks Greek]

[screams in power voice]

The dead do not menstruate!

- [car alarm blaring]
- Fuck me. Bloody hell, darling.

Oops.

- ?? Get out ?
- ?? Leave ?

- [sighs]
- ?? Right now ?

?? It's the end
of you and me... ?

I can't believe you're blowing
this one little setback

- so out of proportion.
- [song stops]

I was humiliated!

Do you even know
what loyalty is, Guillermo?

Do I know what loyalty is?

Uh, yeah. I was blindly loyal
to you for 15 years.

Until you got rid of me.

I never got rid of you.

I protected you.

Even with all the fuckups

and the time you forgot
to buy glitter

and the "I want to be a vampire.

No, actually,
I don't want to be vampire."

The time you nearly killed
The Baron, twice!

Through all that shit,

I was loyal.

I may have done
a lot of things, Guillermo,

but I never got rid of you!

Do you think I felt good firing
you? I didn't want to fire you,

but that's how things are in the
real world, in the human world!

- I had to do it!
- I used to be a human

before I was a vampire,
in case you forgot,

and I never betrayed my friends,

my comrades in arms, never.

Maybe some of the wives,

but you know,
it was a different time.

I'm sorry. I didn't...

I didn't know
that the janitor job

was so important to you.

Well, it was.

It was my purpose.

My purpose used to be
raising you

to become a great vampire,

until you pussed out

and found a new master
in Jordan.

- [phone buzzing]
- Jordan is not my master,

and he doesn't own me,
and I'm not there at his...

Hi, Jordan.

- [sighs]
- Yeah, I can talk.

No, I'm not busy.

Uh, that should be
in your inbox.

I could actually bump it.

[laughs]
"The Bumpmaster."

[Nandor growls]

Yeah.

Fireworks.

What?

You were angry at me
for not telling you

what we're out here looking for.
It's fireworks.

And I didn't tell you
because, again, I wanted to be

the hero that swoops down
and saves the day.

[sighs] Laszlo.

I do not need you
to always be the hero. [sighs]

My darling, you are
the funniest, most clever,

sweetest, and most beautiful
woman in the world.

Not just Staten Island,
the world.

And I'm not even mentioning
the ten-out-of-ten pussy.

You deserve the best.

That is so sweet. [sniffles]

Ah.

[kisses] Aw. [laughs]

My koukla. [chuckles]

- Laszlo.
- Yeah?

Think I may have found
your fireworks.

Really? Where?

There, in this shop
just here across the street

with the rows and rows
of fireworks in the window

and the sign that says
"Fireworks Fireworks."

Well, that's perfect.

How did I miss that, my darling?

- [Nadja] I don't know.
- [Laszlo laughs] Right.

You just let your husband
take care of this.

Stand back.

No wonder no one buys
newspapers anymore.

- Toss it again.
- Okay.

[in power voice]
Open!

[alarm ringing]

- Shall we?
- Yes.

[Guillermo]
Uh-huh.

Okay, well, I'll just cc Lisa.

You got it.

Bye.

I, too, was once cc'd.

You know, I do know
what it feels like

to lose your purpose.

I used to want to be a vampire.

So bad.

It guided every choice I made.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'm happy I'm a human again,

but it was hard.

It was hard waking up every day

with that not being the goal,

to be a vampire.

Well, I am already a vampire,

so that only sort of applies.

Right. Well, the point is,

I think I found a new purpose.

You will, too, somewhere.

But maybe right now

our purposes...

are taking us...

in different directions.

And that's okay.

Perhaps you are right,
Guillermo.

I am a warrior,

but maybe this is not my fight.

[Colin]
You don't just talk to Nandor, man, you know.

You listen, you dig?

- I'm a little man.
- Yes, I know you are.

Just a little man,
but he's a great man.

Nandor, we have news
from the front line.

[clears throat]
Guess what.

Your troops have executed
your battle plan perfectly.

The enemy have been lured
into a trap.

There are casualties.

- We expect more.
- You know, we can all stand down because

- he's decided to come home.
- [Colin] What?

- What?
- He what?

[Nadja]
What is the fucking point?

Yes, I, um...

After careful consideration,
I have come to the realization

that perhaps I was looking for
battles where none need exist.

- You don't say.
- [Nandor] So I think it's best

for everyone
if I just come home.

Plus, you know, I miss my coffee
and I miss my favorite sword.

- There's nothing like...
- [fireworks exploding]

Oh, what the fuck is that?

- Oh... No.
- [Nandor] It is an attack.

- [Laszlo] No, it's not.
- We are under attack!

- [Colin] Yes, yes. Yes.
- [Nadja] No, no, Nandor.

[Nandor shouts indistinctly]

[Colin]
Yes, yes, yes!

[Nadja] I thought
we were done with this!

[Colin]
Where's my gun? Where's my gun?

- [Nadja] Wait, Nandor.
- [Laszlo] Nandor, wait.

- Nandor!
- [Nandor] Stay low,

they may try to flank us.

- Hit the deck!
- No, Nandor, it's a bloody ruse.

[Laszlo]
It's not real, you idiot.

[Colin]
Make it stop! I can't take it!

Somebody help me frag myself!

[Laszlo]
Get ahold of yourself, man.

The fighting
seems to be situated

by the Shipley Dollar Barn
on Piedmont Street.

It's no good, my darling.

He's still too bloody crackers.

Well, isn't it a good thing,
then, that I have a plan B?

Ah, silver chains.

- Hey! Release me.
- Get out of that.

- Stand back.
- Mutiny.

[Nadja]
Get in there.

You brought it
on yourself, Nandor.

Nice work, my darling.

Shotgun.

- [sighs]
- [chains rattle]

[Nandor]
Okay, guys, I forgive you.

- [Colin snoring]
- It was the heat of battle

and you panicked
and you made a mutiny.

- [Nadja] Shush.
- [Nandor] Untie me! - [siren chirping]

- [Laszlo] It's the coppers.
- [Nadja] It is. Shit.

[Guillermo]
Great.

- Floor it!
- No, you don't want to make

- a bad situation worse.
- [patrolman] Pull over!

What's your problem?
Put your foot down, you prick.

Okay, I'm just gonna pull over.

- Useless.
- I wasn't even speeding.

Just, everyone, be cool,

and I'll do all the talking.

Gizmo, there's a fucking vampire

hog-tied in the trunk.

[patrolman]
Hello?

Oh, yeah.

Hello, Mr. Officer.

What seems to be the problem?

Apart from the fact
that my large, wet bosom

won't stop sloshing around.

You, uh, you got
a left taillight out there, son.

Yeah, I've been meaning
to get that fixed.

Sorry about that, Officer.

It's all right.
I'll take care of this.

I say, Officer,

you know,
you remind me of a cross

between a young Paul Newman

and a man I'm about to fuck.

- Get out of the car. All of you.
- Yeah. Absolutely.

- Hands are going over my head.
- Colin Robinson, you need to wake up.

- We got to get out.
- [Colin] What? What?

What are you doing?

We are regular human travelers.

There is nothing
out of the ordinary here,

so you have nothing
to be concerned about.

- [distant shouting]
- What the f...

- [Colin] Whoa.
- [Laszlo] What the fuck is that?

- [Colin] Who are they?
- [Nadja] Uh...

Oh, that's nothing out of
the ordinary, regular human.

What do you mean?
They're coming straight for us.

[Nadja]
What is happening?

[Laszlo]
Gizmo, you talk to them.

[Guillermo]
What, what? No.

[whooping]

Go handcuff yourself to a tree.

- Yes, ma'am.
- [hooting, shouting]

[Guillermo]
Wait, so,

Nandor's army is... is real?

[Nadja]
Wait, so he wasn't crazy.

- [Nandor shouts]
- [Colin] Whoa!

[Laszlo]
It appears not.

[Nandor groaning]

- Unchain me.
- General.

- Unchain me.
- Sir, yes, sir.

Just grab it with both hands
and yank it.

- Watch the hair.
- [Guillermo] There you go.

Yes, that's it.

? ?

- [grunts]
- [others grunt]

[Nandor]
Well, yeah, of course the mannequins

were just for practice.

Wait.

All this time you thought
my army

was just a bunch of mannequins?

The fuck?

- At ease.
- Are they hypnotized?

No, I'm just a really
fucking good general.

- [soldier] Yes, sir, you are.
- [soldier 2] Excellent.

- [Briggs] Sir.
- Major Briggs.

- You're leaving?
- Yes.

I am leaving
the field of operations.

My fate is calling me
in a different direction.

South on the I-93.

Towards the Verrazzano Bridge.

We may even cut through Jersey
if there is traffic!

[O'Hara]
General.

- What do we do now?
- Good question, O'Hara.

You will do
what you must always do.

You will go forth
and follow your purpose.

What is your purpose?

Fucked if I know.

Be it continuing the fight or...

you know, finding new jobs.

- [woman] Where?
- Somewhere.

- Any more questions?
- [Briggs] Is there anything,

like, more specific, like
an actual thing we could do?

[sighs]

- Um...
- [horse neighs]

Burn down a Walmart
or some shit.

- [cheering]
- No. No, don't do that.

- No.
- [Nandor] Ooh, ooh, I've got it.

What is that nearby college

that sends most of its graduates
to Wall Street?

Dartmouth?

Yes! Dartmouth.

Cry havoc and unleash
the dogs of war on those nerds!

- [cheering]
- Yeah!

[Briggs]
You heard the man. Mount up!

We ride for Hanover!

Ride for Hanover!

[Nadja]
This is insane.

[all chanting]
Get those nerds!

Get those nerds!
Get those nerds!

Go!

[cover of Norma Tanega's
"You're Dead" playing]

[Colin]
Wait for me! You're gonna need logistics support!

Not you, Colin Robinson!

- [Colin] Oorah!
- Shit.

[Colin]
Slow down, you idiots!

- Come on, let me...
- [grunts]

- [Colin grunts]
- [Laszlo] Shit.

Still got it.

Go get him
and put him in the trunk.

? ?

?? Don't sing
if you want to live long ?

?? They have no use
for your song ?

?? You're dead, you're dead,
you're dead ?

?? You're dead
and out of this world ?

?? You'll never get
a second chance ?

?? Plan all your moves
in advance ?

?? Stay dead, stay dead,
stay dead ?

?? Stay dead
and out of this world ?

?? Shadows and light, baby ?

?? What a ride, baby ?

?? You're dead ?

?? You're dead. ?

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