The Umbrella Academy (2019) s02e09 Episode Script

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- [ENERGY THRUMMING.]

- [WIND HOWLING.]

- [CRACKLING.]

- [DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

[ELECTRICITY SIZZLING.]

[ALLISON CRIES OUT.]

Vanya's in the room
at the end of the hall.

How do you propose we get to her?
I haven't figured that one out yet.

- You can count me out.

- Klaus!
What? You guys should save her.

You're great at all the hero shit.

- [ALLISON.]
Oh, Klaus!
- Listen, listen.
Vanya would understand
'cause she has realistic
expectations of what I am.

And what I am is sexy trash.

You're a big pussy, that's what you are.

Guys, now is not the time.

Why? Because I don't
wanna die? Who does?
And martyrs aren't around
to enjoy the victory party
'cause they're dead!
- You are going out there
- I'm not! Go away!
or I'm gonna beat you,
- and not the way you like it!
- That's my cue.

- Hey! Allison!
- [KLAUS.]
No! Allison!
- [GRUNTING.]

- [ENERGY CRACKLING.]

[WIND HOWLING.]

Vanya!
Vanya!
[LOUD SHATTERING.]

[ENERGY THRUMMING.]

[SHOUTS.]

[STRAINING.]

[SOFT GRUNT.]

All right.
I'm going.

- No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What?
If you don't make it back, there's
one thing that I need to tell you.

- I don't have time for this.

- Please.

What?
[VOICE TREMBLES.]
You look like
Antonio Banderas with the long hair.

I just thought you should know.

Thanks, man.

- [WIND CONTINUES HOWLING.]

- [DIEGO GRUNTS.]

- [ENERGY SURGES.]

- [DIEGO GROANS.]

- [KNIFE CLANKS.]

- [GRUNTS.]

[STRAINING.]

[GROANS.]

- [GRUNTS.]

- [WIND HOWLING.]

[LOUD RATTLING.]

[DIEGO.]
Klaus!
I'm not gonna make it!
It's up to you, buddy!
You gotta save the world!
- No, Diego, that's a terrible idea!
- [KNIVES STRIKING HEAVILY.]

[STRAINING.]

[GRUNTS, SHOUTS.]

[PANTING.]
Okay, Klaus.

You can do this.

You fought in Vietnam.

You survived a family of seven.

And you once wore a sarong
to a fraternity party
and got a shitload of numbers.

- [WIND HOWLING.]

- [ENERGY CRACKLING.]

[STRAINING.]

[CRIES OUT.]

[GROANING.]

[STRAINED GRUNTING.]

[GASPING.]

[GROANS, PANTING HEAVILY.]

[SCREAMS.]

[STRAINING.]

[GRUNTS.]

[ENERGY THRUMMING, CRACKLING.]

[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES.]

- [WIND HOWLING.]

- [INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC SWELLS.]

[SOUNDS FADING.]

[TRAIN PASSING NEARBY.]

All right, just be cool
till I finish the job
on the grassy knoll.

We'll get the time math
and I'll ice the squirt.

I just wish there was
another way, you know?
- There isn't.
Look at him.

- [TEEN FIVE.]
What are you looking at?
- Look.

- [TEEN FIVE.]
See something funny?
Worst case of paradox
psychosis I ever seen.

Eh What's wrong?
- Well, I feel bad for him.
You know?
- [TEEN FIVE.]
Mind your business!
Or I'll give you something to stare at.

He's just a little guy.

Everybody's a little guy to you.

You wish you could
pull off these shorts!
You look like King Kong
and the Hitler Youth had a baby.

Luther, I I don't have time for
you to tuck and squeeze here.

Can I count on you to
keep him under control?
- Yeah, I'll do my best, yeah.

- All right.

[UPBEAT CHUCKLE.]

Hey, brother.
How you doing?
- He's gonna kill me, isn't he?
- [SCOFFING LAUGH.]
What?
What, him?
He's gonna kill you?
[LAUGHS SOFTLY.]
Yeah,
right.
That's ridiculous.

You know, you're a
terrible liar, Luther.

You're a worse liar
than you are a spotter.

Okay, whose fault is that?
What good is having a spotter
if you won't even listen to him?
So you admit you're
conspiring against me?
Do Do you admit that you're
suffering from paradox psychosis?
All I'm suffering from is
bracing clarity about you
and your murderous intentions.

Look, it's not like he's
gonna "kill you" kill you.

He just wants to kill a, um
- version of you.

- But I am that version of me.

Hey, I don't love it, either,
but he's actually got
a pretty good plan.

What? The one where you guys off me
and then jump to 2019 to save the world?
Yeah, wait, how did you know that?
Because I'm him, and that
is exactly what I would do
- if I were trying to kill me!
- Okay, all I know is
we've got one Five too many,
and you're the one acting like a maniac.

Maniac?
Luther, you have seen nothing.

If you want a maniac,
I will show you maniac.

Okay, as your spotter,
I think the best thing I
can do for you right now
is put you out of your misery.

Okay, Luther, listen.

I know your feeble mind only
responds to age and authority,
so listen very closely.

Yet again, you are
experiencing daddy issues,
this time with your own brother,
which honestly is making me a bit crazy.

But remember this:
I'm 14 days older than him.

I have seniority here.

So it is me you should
be listening to, Luther.

[LOUDLY.]
I'm the daddy here!
- [PEDESTRIANS WHISPERING.]

- [LUTHER CHUCKLES.]

How's it going? [FORCED LAUGH.]

[SOFTLY.]
Five, please,
you're being unseemly.

Look at you.

I admit there is a possibility
that I may not be in my fully
- right mind right now.

- Okay, good.

But whatever I've got,
- he's got it too.

- What?
[ADULT FIVE.]
You two quit
grab-assing.
We're here.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING NEARBY.]

[ADULT FIVE FARTING.]

[SOFTLY.]
Flatulence.
Stage four.

See? What's your plan now, bucko?
[FARTING.]

That was just lunch, all right? Shut up.

[HANDLER.]
Careful.

I want that hem straight
enough to cut throats.

[DOOR OPENS.]

[HANDLER.]
Hmm.

- Nice frock.

- [HANDLER CHUCKLES.]

Is this a swearing in
or a a coronation?
How's your new hire working out?
I heard he lasted all of
ten minutes in orientation
before he started running amok.

Oh, you know boys.

He's probably around here somewhere
eating a a very large sandwich.

Mm-hmm.
Herb!
- [OFFICE PHONE RINGING NEARBY.]

- [DOOR OPENS.]

[HANDLER.]
Tell Lila what you told me.

- I, uh, didn't actually offer it up.

- [DOOR CLOSES.]

[BREATH TREMBLING.]

You put a knife to my throat.

Go on.

Diego commandeered
the Infinite Switchboard,
then hijacked a briefcase
and left the Commission.

Told you.

[HERB.]
He also held
a knife to my throat.

[HANDLER.]
I knew he was
a grifting little gonad.

So, what are you gonna do about him?
- [HANDLER GIGGLES.]

- Me?
Your puppy, your responsibility.

Or are you forgetting
our little agreement?
You only let him stay hoping
I'd have to kill him.

[HANDLER.]
Hmm.

Was this all a test?
Everything is a test, darling.

The question is [POURS DRINK.]

- why are you failing it?
- [AJ CLINKS GLASS SOFTLY.]

[LILA.]
I'm not failing.

Let me handle it my way.

Does your way include decapitation?
Quartering, boiling,
thumbscrews, burning at the stake,
or Chinese water torture?
I wanna let him go.

Peons
out.

[DOOR OPENS.]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN HALLWAY.]

[OFFICE PHONE RINGING NEARBY.]

[DOOR CLOSES.]

Darling, blood is thicker
than water, but
you can drown in either, Lila.

I am officially about to become
the most powerful woman in time,
and you will be my right hand.

- But I need to know
- [GRUNTS SOFTLY.]

that I can trust you
at all times
in all ways.

[SOFTLY.]
You can.

[BIKE SQUEAKING SOFTLY.]

740 41 42
Okay.

Oh.

[WIND HOWLING.]

[HIGH-PITCHED TONE RESONATING,
ENERGY THRUMMING.]

[TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING.]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC SWELLING.]

[BEN GRUNTS.]

[ENERGY CRACKLING, SIZZLING.]

[EXHALING.]

[INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALING.]

[SISSY WHISPERS.]
Harlan?
What's wrong, baby?
How do I help you? [GASPS.]

- Please, I don't know what to do.

- [CARL.]
Jesus.

- What the hell happened?
- No, I just found him this way.

Vanya.

- Vanya?
- [GASPING.]

Oh, my God.

Oh, Harlan.

What the hell did she do to our boy?
[SISSY.]
Carl! Carl, what are you doing?
[CARL.]
Something I should've
done a long time ago!
- Carl, no!
- Time to get him the help he needs!
- Carl!
- [DOOR OPENS.]

No, he doesn't belong
in one of those places!
Hold on, Harlan.

Gonna get you some help.

No matter what your mama says.

[PANTING.]

[CARL MUTTERING.]
All right
[ENGINE STARTS, REVVING.]

[SHIFTS GEARS.]

[SHIFTS GEARS.]

[SKIDDING ON GRAVEL.]

[SISSY.]
Get out of the car.

[CARL.]
Sissy, don't be a fool.

You aren't gonna take my son from me.

They'll never give him back.

Well, maybe you don't
deserve him anymore.

Maybe you should watch
how you talk to me for once.

[GENTLE CHIME OVER SPEAKERS.]

[WOMAN OVER PA.]

The timeline is your lifeline.

[HERB.]
Uh
- [SPLUTTERS, GRUNTS.]

- All right, sweaty gerbil man.

Tell me where Diego went
or I'll staple your colon to your nose
and let you die on your own farts.

That's so vivid.

Wait, wait, wait, wait! No, no, no!
I'm on your side.
No,
I helped him escape.

- [GENTLE CHIME OVER SPEAKERS.]

- If you
Escape?
[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA.]

Well, he was supposed to stay
here with me.
Where did he go?
Back to help his family.

Are you really going to kill him?
Of course not.
I love him.

Oh, that's
- Oh!
- Say a word and I'll crush you.

I won't.

I swear, I won't.

[HERB PANTS SOFTLY.]

Uh, wait.

I hate to rain on your parade,
but there's something
I have to show you.

Something big.

- [LILA.]
Ugh!
- [HERB.]
Wait, no.

It's
It's this.

[LILA GASPS.]
Oh, my God.

- [HERB SPLUTTERS SOFTLY.]

- [LILA'S BREATH TREMBLES.]

[GASPING SOFTLY.]

[MAN OVER RADIO.]
the
Dallas-Fort Worth area broadcast,
here to bring you a special description
of the arrival of President
John F.
Kennedy.

- At this moment, three special
- This is my favorite part.

[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

The calm before the storm.

[TEEN FIVE BREATHES HEAVILY.]

[WHISPERS.]
Look.
The briefcase.

No, don't.
You won't be
able to get there in time.

Of course I will.

This is our only chance.

- Hey, uh, just remind me
- [SNIFFS.]

what was the final stage
of paradox psychosis again?
Homicidal rage.

Right.

That's great.

Five, listen to me.
I
[SPUTTERS SOFTLY.]
No.
No!
[GASPS.]

Oh shit.

Bad idea, shit-heel.

[SIGHS.]

Stop it! All right?
The both of you.

Pull it together.

Now, Kennedy is gonna be coming
around that corner any minute.

Okay? So, everyone, let's
just take a deep breath
[DEEP INHALE, CONTROLLED EXHALE.]

[SHAKY INHALE.]

[SNIFFS, EXHALES.]

Now, we're all family here, okay?
So can we all just try to get
along for a few more minutes?
You want it?
Go ahead.

What's that?
[GROANING.]

[GENERATION X'S "DANCING
WITH MYSELF" PLAYS.]

Shit.

[SIGHS.]

- Now
- Where were we?
On the floors of Tokyo-o ♪
- [GIRL.]
Look, Mama, fireworks.

- A-down in London, town's a go-go ♪
Come on, sweetie.

We'll be late for the parade.

Dancin' with myself ♪
A-when there's no
one else in si-ight ♪
A-in the crowded, lonely ni-ight ♪
Well, I wait so long ♪
For my love vibration ♪
And I'm dancin' with myself, oh-oh ♪
A-dancin' with myself, oh-oh ♪
A-dancin' with myself ♪
If I had a chance ♪
I'd ask the world to dance ♪
Oh, if I had a chance ♪
I'd ask the world to dance ♪
If I had a chance ♪
I'd ask the world to dance ♪
- Oh-oh-oh ♪
- [IMPACT THUD.]

Would you please [GROANS.]

With myself [SONG FADES OUT.]

- Hey!
- [FIVES WHOOSHING.]

I'm getting really sick of this!
[ENERGY THRUMMING, CRACKLING.]

[SOUNDS FADING.]

[BACH'S "PARTITA NO.
2 IN D MINOR"
PLAYING ON VIOLIN NEARBY.]

Vanya?
[MELANCHOLY VIOLIN MUSIC CONTINUES.]

[MUSIC GROWS LOUDER.]

[MUSIC STOPS.]

[BEN.]
Vanya?
- [VANYA'S BREATH TREMBLING.]

- [MELANCHOLY PIANO NOTES PLAY.]

Do you remember me?
[TREMBLING BREATHS INCREASE.]

I remember everything.

[SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

[WHIMPERS.]
And I'm
doing it again, aren't I?
[SOBS.]
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I control myself
like the rest of you guys?
It's not too late.

You can go back.
There's still time.

I don't deserve to live.

[SOBS.]
I killed Pogo.

I almost killed Allison.

[GASPING BREATHS.]

I destroyed the world.

I'm a monster.
[SNIFFLES.]

Dad treated you like a bomb
before you ever were one.

He was so scared of your
power, he never let you use it.

Drugged you up, kept you numb for years.

- That's messed up, Vanya.

- [SOFT ENERGY PULSE.]

No wonder you couldn't control it.

Dad couldn't handle your anger.

That doesn't mean you can't.

And maybe you have a
right to be pissed off
and sad and messed up, but
[SIGHS.]
it's a shitty world
full of shitty people sometimes.

You aren't a monster.

You're my sister.

And right now, our siblings are
risking everything out there
trying to save you.

You aren't alone at the
table anymore, Vanya.

You can do this.

- [GENTLE WHOOSHING.]

- [SOFT ETHEREAL TINKLING.]

Ben, what's happening to you?
[SOFT, MELANCHOLY PIANO MELODY.]

I can't go back with you.

What do you mean?
- I'm hurting you, aren't I?
- It's not your fault.

I've been holding on as long
as I can in here, but
[ETHEREAL TINKLING CONTINUES.]

- You shouldn't have come for me.

- Vanya
I died 17 years ago.

All the rest of this
these years with Klaus
it's all been gravy.

At least this time I get to say goodbye.

- Can I ask you a weird favor?
- Anything.

Can you hug me as I go?
It's been a long time since
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC SWELLING.]

Tell Klaus something for me, will you?
[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY.]

[INHALES DEEPLY.]

[SISSY.]
Get out of the car.

Whatcha gonna do, Sissy?
You gonna shoot me?
I don't wanna hurt you, but you
need to give me back my boy.

[CARL.]
Well, he's our boy.
Maybe
you and Vanya have forgotten that.

- Vanya's got nothin' to do with this.

- [CARL.]
Oh, really?
Well, we were just fine till that
Russian she-devil showed up.

We weren't "fine," Carl.

Jesus.

Sayin' a lie over and over
doesn't make it true.

[SCOFFS.]
What? You love her?
Is that it?
Some girl from nowhere?
Probably a Communist,
who you hit with your car.

[PANTING SOFTLY.]

Yeah, Carl.

I love her.

So you should just let me go.

I did right by you!
I worked hard.

I was faithful.

I never blamed you for the boy.

I stayed!
You don't get to ask for more than that.

I'm askin', Carl.

Just not from you.

[SCOFFS SOFTLY.]

[CAR DOOR OPENS.]

Harlan, baby, you get in
the house now, you hear?
Boy, you come here.

Better he sees who his mama really is.

How she wants to break up the family.

You leave him be.
This is between us.

Harlan
Harlan, it's okay, baby.
It's okay
No! [ECHOES.]

[SHOT ECHOING.]

[LOW RESONATING WARBLE.]

[IMPACT ECHOING.]

You okay? [PANTING.]

[SISSY GASPS.]
Oh!
[PANTING HEAVILY.]

[SOFTLY.]
Oh, Harlan.

[ALARM BLARING.]

[MAN.]
Oh, shit.

[TURNING DIALS.]

[HANDLER.]
" take this institution
to the heights it reached "
My parents didn't die in a robbery.

They were executed.

Kill order 743.

And I know who did it.

Five killed my family.

- [WOMAN.]
No, don't kill us!
- [MAN.]
No!
[CASING CLATTERS.]

- [SILENCED GUNSHOT.]

- [BODY THUDS.]

And AJ Carmichael gave the order.

[HANDLER SIGHS.]

[VOICE TREMBLES.]
It was him
who made me an orphan.

Darling.

Little one
your family is right here.

[WHISPERS.]
Yeah.

- [HANDLER SIGHS.]

- [LILA SNIFFLES.]

[HANDLER.]
I wonder
if that's what Diego was sneaking
around here looking for.

Trying to bury the evidence
so you'd never find out.

[SNIFFLES.]

What What're you talking about?
Diego doesn't know what Five did.

Darling, I'm gonna need you to be
a titch more clever about this.

That clown school that Five
calls "Umbrella Academy,"
it may be full of assholes,
but it's not full of fools.

They're family.
What one
knows, they all know.

No, no, no, no.
I I was playing
Diego, he wasn't playing me.

Is that why you're crying in my
office while he's out roaming free,
laughing at you?
[SCOFFS SOFTLY.]

I didn't think he was smart
enough to pull this off.

He isn't
but Five is.

And Diego listens to him and trusts him.

Five
has been playing puppet
master all this time.

I'd say it's time that we
solved this problem
once and for all.

[SOFT KISS.]

[DOOR OPENS.]

Did you enjoy the show,
you little flotsam?
I don't know how you did
it, but I know your work.

I'm sure you think you're very clever.

[SOFT FLAPPING.]

The thing about fish, AJ,
is they're no match
for a shark.

[GULPS.]

[COUGHS.]

[CLEARS THROAT.]

[BOTH PANTING.]

Getting tired yet?
I can do this all day.

- Guys, this has to stop.

- [BOTH FIVES.]
Eat shit, Ape Man.

[GRUNTS.]

[LUTHER SHOUTS.]

Hey! Assholes!
I'm done listening to you
both.
I'm in charge now.

- Now, Luther! Shoot him!
- No! Luther, shoot him!
- Shoot him!
- No, Luther, shoot him.

[ADULT FIVE.]
Luther, shoot him!
Luther, shoot him.

[ADULT FIVE.]
Now, Luther!
[PANTING.]

- Luther
- I'm sorry, buddy.

[ADULT FIVE GRUNTS.]

- [BODY THUDS.]

- Now! Open the portal!
Right.

[ENERGY CHURNING.]

- [PORTAL CRACKLING.]

- [PANTING HEAVILY.]

[SIGHS SOFTLY.]

[SOFT SIZZLING.]

[PANTING SOFTLY.]

- Are you okay?
- [ALLISON.]
Vanya.

[KLAUS WHIMPERS.]

Physically or emotionally?
You're alive.

- [ALLISON CHUCKLES.]

- [KLAUS AND DIEGO SIGH.]

- Did we save the world or what?
- [ALLISON.]
I think so.

Building's still here.

- [ALLISON SIGHS.]

- [WATCH TICKING.]

Kennedy's a few minutes away.

- I can still save him.

- [ALLISON.]
No, Diego, wait!
[MAN ON RADIO.]

President Kennedy arrives
[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

[DIEGO.]
I still time to stop Dad
before Kennedy makes his final turn.

No, no, where are you going?
Look, I saw the explosion.

I saw the tapes, Allison.

The explosion causes doomsday.

You're safe now.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]

- He doesn't have to die.

- No, no, Diego
[MAN ON RADIO.]

are Governor and Mrs.
Connally.

They have stayed in the limousine.

But the president, the First Lady,
the vice president, and
Mrs.
Lyndon Johnson
are all walking along
the edge of this fence,
shaking hands with the crowd.

And they are being greeted by placards
of varying emotional and,
uh, political feeling
[BROADCAST CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

[SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

- [PANTING.]

- [PORTAL SURGING.]

[ENERGY CRACKLING.]

[GRUNTS, CRYING OUT.]

[MUTED CRACKLING, SIZZLING.]

[CRACKLING CONTINUES.]

Don't even think about it.

- Into the vortex you go, asshole.

- [ADULT FIVE.]
Fine!
But give me the math.

So I don't end up looking
like Tiger Beat over here.

You stand next to the
vortex and I'll tell ya.

Go!
- Closer!
- This is close enough!
Now give it to me!
It was a typo.

Typo?
We put the decimal in the wrong spot
in our proof of the existence of a bound
for the number of limit cycles
of planar polynomial vector
fields of fixed degree.

We wrote down five-point-seven.

It should be
[BOTH.]
zero-point-five-seven.

Son of a bitch.

I knew that didn't look right.

All right
I guess this is it.

This is it.

Go.

- No!
- [ADULT FIVE GRUNTING.]

[GRUNTS CONTINUE.]

Five!
It's shrinking!
[ADULT FIVE SHOUTS.]

[MAN ON RADIO.]
The crowd yells.

And there's the president
of the United States.

[CROWD CHEERING OVER BROADCAST.]

- We did it!
- [ELECTRICITY CRACKLING.]

[MAN ON RADIO.]
I can see his
suntan all the way from here.

[FIVE.]
The briefcase, you idiot.

- What?
- [FIVE SIGHS.]

- [SIZZLING.]

- [FIVE GROANS, SPUTTERING.]

Hey, you know what?
A thank-you for preserving
- your existence would be nice.

- [FIVE.]
"A thank-you.
"
[MAN ON RADIO.]
And here they come.

The presidential car is moving out
- Luther! Luther! Here he comes!
- [BROADCAST CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

[PEDESTRIANS CHEERING NEARBY.]

[ALLISON.]
Kennedy's turning.

Look, there's Dad.

What do we do?
- [FIVE.]
Uh-oh.

- Yeah.

- [FIVE.]
Agh.

- Oh, shit.

Diego.

- [PANTING.]

- [DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

- [ALLISON.]
It's happening again.

- [KLAUS.]
Oh, Jackie.

[PANTING.]

- [HEAVY GRUNT.]

- [MAN GASPS.]

[CHUCKLES.]

[GUNSHOTS RING OUT.]

[DIEGO.]
No!
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING.]

- [POLICE SIRENS WAILING.]

[MAN OVER RADIO.]

KLIF bulletin, from Dallas,
three shots reportedly were
fired at the motorcade
of President Kennedy today,
near the downtown section.

KLIF News is checking out the report.

We will have further
[BROADCAST STOPS.]

Where the hell is he?
[SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

This is a sad time for all people.

- We have suffered a loss
- [LIGHTER FLICKS.]

that cannot be weighed
[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]

- Someone even notified him.

- Oh.
[LOW CHATTER.]

- Congratulations.

- [MAN.]
And to you.

[ELEVATOR DINGS.]

[JOHNSON ON TV.]
I know that
the world shares the sorrow
that Mrs.
Kennedy
[MAN 1.]
Ah, you made it.

- Were you followed?
- Of course not.

I used the decoy.

Excellent.

Champagne?
[REGINALD.]
There's nothing to celebrate.

Well, clearly, you haven't
heard the news.

Our little Kennedy problem is solved.

He was not to be touched!
That was the deal.

Well, he had to go,
one way or the other.

Pissed off too many people.

[VOICE TREMBLES.]
You lied to me.

We all got what we wanted.

The rocket technology
you supplied us with
will enable us to beat the
Russians to the moon.

And in turn, when we do arrive,
five or six years from now,
your interests on the
dark side of the moon
won't be affected.

Worthy of celebration
don't you think?
You will never contact me again.

Good night, gentlemen.

Don't be too sure of that, Reg.

You're gonna keep giving us
that fancy technology of yours.

And why would I do that?
Because if you don't,
we'll tell the world who you really are.

[SOFT, SUSPENSEFUL
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]

Uh-oh.
Someone's ready for a fight.

[MEN CHUCKLING.]

[SKIN SQUISHING.]

[MAN 2 WHISPERS.]
What's he doing?
[EERIE INSTRUMENTALS CONTINUE.]

[LOW MURMURS.]

- [IMPACT THUD.]

- [MAN 1 SCREAMING.]

- [FLESH TEARS.]

- [SCREAMS STOP, BODY THUDS.]

- [GLASS SHATTERS.]

- [MAN 2.]
Oh, my God!
- [OVERLAPPING SCREAMS, GRUNTS.]

- [IMPACT THUDS CONTINUE.]

- [FLESH TEARING.]

- [SILENCE.]

[HANDLER.]
"This is the start of
something bigger than yourselves,
- and I will be the ne "
- [PHONE RINGS.]

- Now is not a good time.

- [INAUDIBLE CHATTER OVER PHONE.]

- What?
- [ALARM BLARING.]

[HEELS CLICKING RAPIDLY.]

[MAN GASPS.]

- Well?
- I've never seen anything like this.

The anomaly is off the charts.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
Have you
shown this to anyone else?
- N-No, only you.

- Mmm.

[GERARD WAY'S "HERE
COMES THE END" PLAYS.]

Ooh-ooh ooh ♪
Oop.

Ooh-ooh ooh ♪
Ooh-ooh ooh ♪
Ooh-ooh ooh ♪
They took a photograph ♪
Recall all personnel from the field.

We're going to war.

You're never gonna find ♪
What you're lookin' for ♪
And you're never gonna run ♪
From the thing you did ♪
Is it true? ♪
Here is me lookin' at you ♪
- [HIGH-PITCHED TONE RESONATING.]

- I've got a broken mask ♪
A light I'll never need ♪
My finger on the button ♪
If you gotta ask ♪
'Cause we got a love that's
bigger than World War III ♪
Is it true? ♪
Here is me lookin' at you ♪
The clock is movin' ♪
Hands to midnight ♪
Can we get through this? ♪
While the walls come down ♪
We all pretend ♪
Here comes the end ♪
What will we do then? ♪
After midnight ♪
Can we get through this? ♪
Will we all fall down? ♪
Well, that depends ♪
Here comes the end ♪
Now can you feel, can you feel it? ♪
Here comes the end ♪
Now can you feel, can you feel it? ♪
Well now, everybody get through this ♪
We'll all get through this ♪
Yeah-hey-hey! ♪
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