Blood Drive (2017): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Gentleman's Agreement - full transcript
Slink unleashes a demon from the belly of Heart Enterprises to exact his revenge and take control.
- Previously on
"blood drive"...
- All your security privileges
are revoked,
and you're not to leave
the building.
But know this, you will never
be a part of your race again.
- When you work for
sergeant gower,
you stick to the rules.
- The docs cleared me.
I'm going back out there.
Those freaks have my partner.
- Until contracrime clears you,
sit on your ass.
- Say hello
to Christopher 2.0.
- The hell did you do to me?
- Karma fell in the revolt.
- What... what do you mean?
- Karma's dead.
- Is that all you got?
Ugh!
- I know what
you're trying to do.
You want to be punished
for your guilt.
- I don't know how I can do this
without you anymore.
- We are convinced
this is the right direction
for the race,
just the thing
the division needs.
- Enough.
This race is more than...
Entertainment.
More than testing
the blood engines,
a technology so powerful
it's set to restructure
the economic system
of the entire planet.
No, this race...
[Ominous music]
Is the greatest sacrifice
in human history.
It's a bloodstained altar,
the Gore-soaked peak
of a Mayan temple,
the smoke
from an erupting volcano
on mount Olympus!
[Inhales deeply]
And that pleasing aroma
is not for god.
It's for heart enterprises,
the most powerful corporation
in the known universe!
But this sacrifice
could be for you as well.
♪ ♪
this is what we're offering.
Not a job, not a career, but...
The chance to be worshipped.
Master of ceremonies?
Fine.
God of the stage?
Sure, whatevs.
But if you have
just a modicum
of the oily black soul
that we think you do,
well, when this show goes live
to the whole world,
you'll be
the high priest of heart.
♪ ♪
we need fresh blood...
By the gallon.
And you, sir, have the swagger
and the verve
we want at heart enterprises.
The blood drive is yours.
All you have to do
is claim it.
What do you say?
♪ ♪
- I'd say...
You've made
the right decision.
[Dramatic musical flourish]
[Rock music]
♪ ♪
[heavy metal music]
♪ ♪
[blood gurgling]
- [Gags]
[Groans]
[Grunts]
Ugh!
Oh, god.
[Panting]
[Foreboding music]
♪ ♪
- dear diary,
I wonder if
all the other cops
know how small
my dick really is.
Seriously, what is that?
- Something a friend
told me once.
- Do you write down
what I say?
- Only when you say
something smart.
So... No.
- Ha. [Chuckles]
- Please pull forward.
[Horn honking insistently]
- You gonna order or not?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.
Got to get the right thing.
- She doesn't even know
you exist.
Why would she care
what you eat?
- Trust me, they care.
Would you date a guy
who ordered a veggie burger?
- Depends.
Is he cute?
[Engine turns over]
- Hi, can I take your order?
- Yeah, uh, can I have
a number two with a coke?
And, um...
Give me just a second,
if you don't mind.
- Take your time.
Just hit the silver button
when you're ready.
[Mellow rock music playing
over radio]
- So if you love
this girl so much...
Tell me what's
so great about her.
- You mean beside the fact
she's hot
and gets a discount on food?
- Yeah, Casanova.
Dig deep.
- I come here three times a week
and she's always nice.
She's great with people.
Seems smart, you know?
And she's got the best smile
I've ever seen.
♪ ♪
- he'll have what I'm having.
And, uh, throw your number in
too, if you don't mind.
- What?
- [Laughs]
And that'll be $46.07
at the next window.
♪ ♪
here you go.
- Thank you.
- Have a nice day.
- Asshole.
You screwed it up.
♪ ♪
- see? Trust me.
- [Distantly]
What's the hold-up?
- Not bad, officer Bailey.
[Horn blaring]
- Hey, hey, hey.
- I don't want to lose
the number. Hold on.
[Horn blaring]
- Come on! Ain't got all day!
[Horn blaring]
- I give you a lot of shit,
but you're the real deal...
A fuckin' hero in blue.
- Thanks.
[Lemon sun's "the face"]
[Grinding rock music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ when the light... ♪
- [sniffs] Wow.
This place went to shit.
- ♪ Grabs you, holds you,
beside yourself ♪
- where's your daddy?
- Above the line.
Below the line.
Fuck off.
♪ ♪
- ♪ all of
your premonitions... ♪
- try again.
- Heart enterprises
called him in.
- Why?
- I don't know.
[Blow lands]
Ugh!
[Moaning] Jesus!
- Twice for lying.
- [Groans]
♪ ♪
[crowd cheering]
- Hey, you dickless
piece of shit.
Oh...
I thought you were slink.
You realize you two are like
the same person, right?
- I am nothing like
that charlatan.
Whatever you have
to say to him,
you can say to me.
I'm in charge now.
[High-pitched pulse crackles]
- [Screams]
- Every gentleman
gives every person a chance
to learn manners.
[Pulse stops]
- [Gasps]
- As soon as the last race
is finished,
there will be a meeting
to discuss a new direction
for this race.
- Yeah.
They're not gonna
listen to you.
They love slink.
- I'm tired of hearing
about slink.
He's gone, and I am
the master of mayhem now.
- Doesn't look like that to me.
- Hey, boss!
Last three racers inbound
from the savage land!
Gonna be a close one.
[Tires squealing]
[Tense music]
♪ ♪
- not that close.
- [Screaming]
- [Shrieks]
[Crashing, explosion booms]
- [Screaming, wailing]
- [Shrieking]
[Explosion roars]
[Crowd cheering]
- But you can't kill all three!
- I can do whatever I want.
I have this.
There's a new sheriff in town,
and he's fucking gorgeous,
darling.
Just so we're clear,
you and that cop
are the reason
why slink is on his way out.
Always finding ways
to subvert his rules
and go snooping around for
your little bitch of a sister.
[Grunts]
- Talk about my sister
again like that,
and I will rip your
fucking spine out of your neck!
- You just didn't learn.
- Nothing can hurt as much
as losing her,
so you want to keep me in check,
what else you fucking got?
- This.
[Switch clicking]
- Why isn't this working?
Scholar!
Scholar...
What is wrong with this thing?
- Nice try, chump.
[Panting]
You can't blow shit up
inside the party walls.
- How does she know that
and I don't?
- [Breathing heavily]
I guess heart should have
left me in charge.
- It worked on her before.
- You only shocked her before.
She's right.
They built it for
killing drivers on the race,
not for during the after party.
- Why?
- To stop racers from doing
exactly what you're doing.
[Grunts]
- Good luck keeping the race
under control.
You're off to a great start.
- The moment you set foot
outside these party walls,
you're mine.
Break one rule and I will
spread your face like butter
all over the inside
of that awful car you drive.
[Bottle shatters]
The blood drive is mine!
- What are you doing?
- I got to go.
I didn't want to leave you
with an empty tank.
I didn't know how to tell you.
I'm sorry.
I got a book full of evidence
against heart
and nothing
tying it all together
except my own testimony,
but...
I got to get off this race.
I know you need to keep racing...
- great.
I'm with you.
Karma's gone, so what the hell
am I racing for?
And I've seen more than you,
so let me be your eyewitness.
- Are you sure?
- Look, you risked your life for
Karma without even knowing her.
[Switchblade clacks]
Maybe this way,
I can repay the favor.
Besides, you were right.
Best way to avenge Karma,
stick it to heart.
That's the thing
about this race.
[Scoffs]
Distracts you
from what's important.
So what do you say?
Mind if I tag along?
- It's a date.
Now we just got to keep slink
from blowing our heads up.
- Yeah, about that...
Slink's not the problem anymore.
[Stirring orchestral music]
- In a single moment
in the dead of night,
this country broke in two.
A fissure of death,
a pain-filled gash...
Heaven to me, but hell to you.
The scar.
No scientist could explain it;
No preacher would claim it.
The entire world
simply watched in horror
as a single fracking disaster
tore open open
America's heartland.
Humanity fled to the coast,
frightened of all the terrors
the earth might have stored
in its belly.
A handful of brave souls
ventured into the scar,
never to return,
never to speak of its wonders.
[Whispering] Oh, but i...
I have peered into its depths.
And I have seen our reward.
The pain of eternity
and the sweet, wet caress
of agony.
It's a place no cameras
have ever been before,
until now,
and as the blood drive
heads straight into the scar,
bringing our racers face-to-face
with their deepest fears...
[soda tab pops]
- God damn it, slink.
Just let me eat in peace.
[Chair scrapes]
- But it's... it's a good pitch.
This is my life's work.
- [Slurps]
Was your life's work.
I'm loving
this new look on you.
I think you found
your true calling.
- You can steal fire
from a god,
but he will get his revenge.
And when the race
careens off the tracks,
you'll come begging.
And when you do, sweet meat,
I'll be mopping your guts
off the floor.
- Oh.
So you'll still be
a janitor then.
- That's not what I meant.
- Someone turn on the race.
- What's this?
What is this?
A spin-off?
A crossover episode?
- The gentleman's
our new master of ceremonies.
He stole your fire,
your thunder,
and your job.
When the show premieres
to the outside world,
he will be the true star.
We're editing you
down to a cameo.
[Dark percussive music]
Ugh!
♪ ♪
- any final notes?
- You missed a spot.
[Gags]
- [Blows softly]
Think.
Think, slink.
Think like a god.
[Intercom chimes]
- Clean-up in cafeteria 7.
- Find some rube
to do your bidding.
- Clean-up in cafeteria 7.
♪ ♪
[handle clatters]
[Boccherini's
"string quintet in e major"]
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversation]
- Thank you
for coming this evening.
Whether under threat
of pain or death
or of your own volition,
it's important that
we spend this time together.
Civilized.
Well-mannered.
A community...
[Dishes clattering, stabbing]
- [Grunts]
- God damn it!
Sit right back down
this instant!
As I was saying,
certainly, we're all psychos,
sociopaths, and scoundrels,
but that doesn't mean
that we should be uncivilized.
- Fuck this!
Listen, if I wanted
to be a pussy,
I'd have stayed
in studio city.
Anyone who wants
to fuck shit up,
come with... uhh!
[Groans]
- Oh-ho-ho!
[Body thuds, crowd murmurs]
- Now...
If there are
no further distractions...
[Rock music playing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ you became
an ever-changing... ♪
- hey, genius.
♪ ♪
- we just want to talk.
- You're the smartest guy
in the camp; We need your help.
We just need you to pop these
little guys out of our heads.
- You know, these bombs,
they...
Well, th-they're wedged
against our spines,
and they're feeding off
our kinetic energy.
Unless they're powered down,
the instant that we...
We try and take 'em out,
they... they're gonna explode.
I-I'm not smart enough.
I'm not.
I'm not smart enough.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, slugger.
- No, no, it's not your fault.
- All right, so plan b.
If we have the controller,
he can't hurt us.
So we steal it
from this dandy nutsack,
shock him till he drops,
and get the hell out of here.
- Okay, and if he sees us
coming, we're screwed.
- So then we hide
in plain sight.
- What are you doing?
How is this gonna
distract him?
♪ ♪
ohhh...
- Ohhh...
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.
- No, no.
- Just one finger up his ass.
- Grace. No.
[Lilting classical music
playing]
♪ ♪
- have room for one more...
Naughty boy?
- Ooh, I think it'll be tight,
but I'm sure I can
slip you in.
[Elevator dings]
- Hey, asshole.
- Ah!
Not in the mood today,
peasant, palliard, plebe.
- Are you having a stroke?
- You think
you're so smart, see,
that you got heart
fooled, see?
Your plug 'n' play girlfriend
all wrapped around
your dick, see?
But you're wrong.
- Are you done?
Can I kick your ass now?
- You can try.
But first...
We may be able
to help each other.
- I'm not helping you.
- Not even with aki?
Can't tell me she hasn't been
messin' with yo' head.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- You think women
are so hard to understand,
but cybergirl's all
ones and zeroes.
You just need
to crack the code.
Open the door for me...
And I'll help you
tap into her video feed.
She can see through your eye.
Imagine what you'll discover
when you can see through hers.
- What door?
[Mysterious music]
♪ ♪
that's not a door, that's...
[metal scraping and clanking]
- Secret shit.
♪ ♪
[squeaking]
♪ ♪
- we shouldn't be here.
- Boy, she really
did a number on you.
I've seen a lot of
brainwashed idiots in my day,
but you set the world record
for being pussy-whipped.
- I'm not pussy-whipped.
- No, of course not.
It's not even a real pussy.
[Eerie music]
♪ ♪
- what's behind this door?
- One of heart's mistakes.
Oh, come now.
He's a prisoner, just like you.
Don't you want to be
the good guy?
Torrent downloaded from RARBG
[door beeps]
[Creaking]
[Air hissing]
- You promised.
[Electronic chirping]
- Try channel 694.
[Low rumbling]
[Door creaking]
I'd run if I were you.
[Low, bestial growl]
This way, little buddy!
This way! Follow
the sound of my voice!
[Growling intensifies]
This way! Follow me!
[Vicious roaring]
[Screaming and shouting]
- So... Los Angeles?
That was a dirty city.
But I'm sure
you prettied it up nicely.
- Um, yeah.
[Opera music playing]
- How are things going
with that partner of yours?
- We're... Not together.
- Oh, come on.
I've seen the way
you look at her.
- That's not really
how I swing.
- Reeeaaally?
I had no idea.
Arthur Bailey.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mind you,
it shouldn't surprise me.
You two have never
really vibed that way.
And from what I hear...
Grace is a hetero home run.
- [Chuckles]
I've heard that too.
- I'm so glad...
That you...
Opened up to me, Arthur.
It can be so hard
sometimes.
Oh, sorry.
- [Grunts]
- I haven't had a chance
to cut my nails lately.
- I don't mind at all.
- Exactly how stupid...
Do you think I am?
- Pretty fuckin' stupid.
[High-pitched pulse crackles]
[Both groaning]
- This is what happens
when you double-cross me.
I might not be able
to blow you up,
but let's see what happens
if I fry your brains
for an hour or so.
[Both screaming, retching]
[Crackling, rumbling]
[Dishes rattling]
[Electricity whirring]
[Suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [roaring]
- Who's there?
Show yourself!
[Footsteps thudding]
- [Roaring]
[Snarling]
[Crowd murmurs]
♪ ♪
- oh, shit.
[Screaming]
♪ ♪
[man wailing]
- [Screaming]
♪ ♪
[electricity crackling]
♪ ♪
- this is heart testing me.
I know it.
I need that controller fixed.
- [Grunts]
Look, I-i...
I don't think I can do this.
- Machinery is the one thing
in which you excel.
Twist some screws,
cross some wires.
Help me make Arthur and grace
go boom.
- Don't you have
bigger problems?
- Two birds, one stone.
When that ogre pounces
on those two fools,
I'll blow them all to bits.
- Yeah, but...
- What?
Have you fallen for
those two do-gooders?
- They saved my life
at the diner.
- In order to save their own.
At least I'm honest about
what I see in you:
Your work.
Your inventions
fund my lifestyle...
These clothes,
this perfect skin.
We both know that.
Now, you should really
be honest with yourself.
What do you have
to offer anybody,
besides your tinkering?
You're repulsive.
Those two are fools who do not
know their own potential.
I do not have that problem.
Now, you can help me
and share in my spoils,
or you can be alone.
[Somber music]
- [Growling]
[People screaming]
[Roars]
[Static crackles]
- 689...
690...
691...
[Lively music,
audience laughter]
[Sighs]
692...
693...
694.
- [Panting] Oh, god.
- Sergeant gower?
- Sweet god.
- There is no god,
sergeant gower.
- Then hail Satan, bitch.
Just keep doing
what you're doing.
Ohh...
- What about this?
- No!
[Moans]
The only thing I like better
than banging you
is watching you seduce
that idiot Christopher.
He's got no clue.
And I think he might
really love you.
- I don't understand.
- Of course you don't.
It's a human thing.
You're just a toaster
with a vibrating...
[wails]
[Smash]
. - Okay, so...
Assuming that
we actually get past
the rampaging giant out there
and steal the controller
and ditch the mayhem party,
then what?
We're in the middle
of a wasteland.
We have to make it
to a major city,
and New York's on the other side
of the scar, so...
We go back to la?
- It's a trek,
but it's our best shot
at taking down heart.
Plus, I have a connection
with the da.
- Oh. [Laughs softly]
The da.
Yeah, I can't wait
to see their face
when we tell them about
the 8-foot ogre out there.
And then what, Arthur?
What the hell are we gonna do
with ourselves then?
- I know what I'm doing.
Nothing.
No more fighting,
no more missions...
No more killing.
- Yeah, good luck with that.
[Ogre roars,
footsteps approaching]
[Dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- miss me?
Ugh!
- Where's the controller,
dipshit?
- I came to make a deal.
Hard as it is for me
to say this out loud,
you two are the best
fighters we have.
Kill that giant for me,
and I'll let you both go free.
- You hear that, grace?
He's gonna let us walk free.
- Yeah, just like that.
- Just like that.
- We don't trust you.
- Hmm.
On an average day,
maybe not.
But I have a race
to get back on track,
and you two are a Thorn
in my side.
Kill that giant.
It's a win-win situation.
You both wander off
in the chaos.
♪ ♪
[ogre roars, pummeling]
- I broke a nail.
[Dark music]
What was his name?
- Uh, Nick zigler, sir.
- That name sounds made up.
Well, he shouldn't
have opened his mouth.
Find out who the hell that is.
- We have a theory, sir.
[Projector whirring]
[Percussive militaristic music]
- Are you running?
- Yeah.
So this is test subject
number 39462,
one Mr. denali.
Thank you for volunteering.
Now, I've managed to stabilize
every single one of my serums
into a single compound...
The negative side effects
of smax,
the brain-altering aspects
of red rapture.
What I'm holding here
is either more powerful,
more important to humanity,
more shockingly destructive
than the atomic bomb,
or it's just a bunch of shit
mixed together.
Either way,
I am unable to test it
until I have more lab results...
[sizzling]
- [Screaming]
- Oy!
Cut that. Cut.
Cut, cut, cut!
- He never should have
gotten out.
God, this is terrible.
- But I thought
you wanted more carnage.
You should be loving this.
- That freak
killed half the racers.
How can I test engines
without a race?
This is your fault!
I know it.
- Me?
But I've been held captive
here at heart tower
like a damsel in distress.
How could it possibly
be my fault?
[Soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- that's the cop's
old partner.
What's he doing here?
- You'd have to ask the aki unit
in charge of him.
The point is,
nothing escapes me.
But something has escaped you.
Where's your gentleman now, hmm?
Why isn't he fighting
that thing?
If I were there, that giant
would be a smear on the ground,
and we'd all be dancing
on its bones.
- Fine.
You have one more chance.
Get the race back on track,
or you'll be terminated,
contract or not.
- I'm sorry,
I'm not used to hearing
the sound of your desperation.
Could you whisper it
to me slowly?
♪ ♪
[yelps]
♪ ♪
- tell me about him.
[Rousing operatic music]
- [Shouting]
[Clank]
- [Snoring]
- Did I hurt him?
- No!
- [Roars]
♪ ♪
[wails]
♪ ♪
- [screams]
- Hey, fat fuck.
♪ ♪
how'd you know
I was talking to you?
I'm kind of tired of fighting.
I'll make you a deal.
Just come squash me
and put me out of my misery.
♪ ♪
- uhh!
[Howling]
- Good job, Barbie.
- You too.
[Loud flatulence]
[Gurgling]
[Flatulence]
[Weapon clangs]
[Gurgling, splattering]
Both: Oh, shit.
[Motorized whirring]
- Hello, Christopher.
Care to join us?
- This is my room.
You can watch, but...
You have to get naked.
- What the hell
are you doing here, sergeant?
You can't trust her.
They brainwash you.
That's how they control
their prisoners.
- I'm not a prisoner.
- Why do I feel this way?
What have you done to me?
- Think about it, officer.
She's not human.
She's a sex toy.
I'm the one
that did this to you.
- What?
You're a fucking cop!
- We were never cops.
Christ,
you're just as dense
as your partner...
Trying to figure out the maze
and running into walls.
You always worked for heart.
Every arm you broke,
every jaw you busted
was all part of their plan.
All the violence in the street
was designed to create chaos.
We blurred the line
between cop and criminal
until no one knew
who the good guys were.
And then you got too close
to the truth.
So we led you to the race.
I'm the reason you're here.
I'm the reason why Arthur
has a bomb in his head.
You failed, you pathetic
piece of shit.
No wonder robo-slut wants
to screw me more than you...
[neck cracks]
- You shouldn't have done that.
According to my algorithms,
you have weeks of
behavioral modifications left
before you are capable
of murder.
- I guess love
doesn't obey algorithms.
- Love?
[Tense music]
[Soft whirring]
[Descending electronic hum]
All security restraints
have been lifted.
You are free to go anytime.
♪ ♪
- [panting]
Let's go, bitch.
[Grunts]
- You're not done yet?
This is the perfect time.
I could kill them all
with one click,
but, no, you can't perform.
- Shut up! Shut up!
You can't rush genius.
- Gutter rats like you
astound me.
You've forgotten
what you are...
A puny, useless genetic mistake
with only one function.
If you can't fix
that controller,
then what's your value
to anyone?
[Somber music]
♪ ♪
- ugh!
Ahh...
[Grinding rock music]
I'm so sick...
Of these freaks...
Giving us hell.
♪ ♪
- watch out!
- Oh, fuck.
[Screams]
- Arthur?
Oh, thank god.
- Did I get him?
- [Howling]
♪ ♪
- [yells]
[Tires squealing]
[Smash]
- [Shrieking]
- Argh!
- Scholar, pop the hood!
♪ ♪
[grinding]
[Dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [yelps]
[Weapon slicing]
- [Grunts]
- Daddy's home!
[Flames whooshing]
- You've all been very naughty!
So much work to do.
Rasher?
- Hey, boss.
- [Grunts]
[Dramatic music]
Gentleman: No, no...
No!
No!
No!
No!
- Ugh!
- No, no...
They fired you!
The race is mine!
- Oh, please.
You can't out-dandy me.
[Sword slashing]
There's a reason you failed.
Care to hear it?
What I do is an art form.
It takes skill
to orchestrate scenarios.
Months of planning. Years.
I've been a hundred steps
ahead of everyone
for this entire race.
What makes you think
you can beat me?
- Ahh!
- The business card you found
in the scholar's mechanic shop,
I'm the one who slipped it
into your man-purse.
[Sword slashing,
gentleman grunting]
And domi's marriage counselor
didn't recommend a death race
without a little
outside influence.
And did you really think
a girl as headstrong as grace
could be recruited
of her own free will?
I had to drug her sister
and drive her
half bat-shit crazy
before she'd sign up for this.
Everyone has had
their fate guided,
directly controlled,
by me.
What makes you think
a pansy like you
could just step in
and take it over?
♪ ♪
- you love this race so much?
I'll kill every racer you have.
If I can't be in charge,
no one can!
- That's against the rules...
And certainly
not very gentlemanly of you.
- Fuck the rules.
Fuck you!
The work I put into this race...
The things
I've let that freak do
to my beautiful penis
just to keep winning!
Good...
[Pulse whirring]
Riddance.
[Electricity shrieks,
explosion booms]
[Crowd murmuring]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
- Clean it up.
♪ ♪
[high-pitched pulse]
- Ahhh!
[Panting]
- By all means, keep walking.
- [Grunts]
[Gasping]
You're gonna die.
- [Strained] Grace...
Stop.
- So dull.
So two episodes ago.
- [Groans]
♪ ♪
- my god,
you're a stubborn bitch.
- [Shrieks]
[Gasping]
[Electricity crackles]
- [Grunts]
[Pulse swells and stops]
[Solemn music]
♪ ♪
- relax.
She'll live.
Put her in the car
and get your ass
back out onto the road.
Rasher will send coordinates.
Or do you want to test
the limits
of a real master of mayhem?
♪ ♪
- I'll drive for a while.
You try and dream
of better days.
- There are things
I've done...
You know, things I did for him...
- hey.
You want a ride?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
[K.Flay's "blood in the cut"]
- ♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
- apologize...
For helping that traitor.
- No.
♪ ♪
- ♪ met back up
with the boy I love ♪
♪ ♪
- change the coordinates
for Arthur and grace.
Take them through red river.
- That brings them to
the edge of the scar.
I thought we weren't
supposed to kill grace.
♪ ♪
- what heart doesn't know
won't hurt us.
- ♪ Ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh ♪
- I'm tired of your disrespect.
So from now on,
the blood drive will continue
as I see fit.
- ♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need blood
in the cut ♪
"blood drive"...
- All your security privileges
are revoked,
and you're not to leave
the building.
But know this, you will never
be a part of your race again.
- When you work for
sergeant gower,
you stick to the rules.
- The docs cleared me.
I'm going back out there.
Those freaks have my partner.
- Until contracrime clears you,
sit on your ass.
- Say hello
to Christopher 2.0.
- The hell did you do to me?
- Karma fell in the revolt.
- What... what do you mean?
- Karma's dead.
- Is that all you got?
Ugh!
- I know what
you're trying to do.
You want to be punished
for your guilt.
- I don't know how I can do this
without you anymore.
- We are convinced
this is the right direction
for the race,
just the thing
the division needs.
- Enough.
This race is more than...
Entertainment.
More than testing
the blood engines,
a technology so powerful
it's set to restructure
the economic system
of the entire planet.
No, this race...
[Ominous music]
Is the greatest sacrifice
in human history.
It's a bloodstained altar,
the Gore-soaked peak
of a Mayan temple,
the smoke
from an erupting volcano
on mount Olympus!
[Inhales deeply]
And that pleasing aroma
is not for god.
It's for heart enterprises,
the most powerful corporation
in the known universe!
But this sacrifice
could be for you as well.
♪ ♪
this is what we're offering.
Not a job, not a career, but...
The chance to be worshipped.
Master of ceremonies?
Fine.
God of the stage?
Sure, whatevs.
But if you have
just a modicum
of the oily black soul
that we think you do,
well, when this show goes live
to the whole world,
you'll be
the high priest of heart.
♪ ♪
we need fresh blood...
By the gallon.
And you, sir, have the swagger
and the verve
we want at heart enterprises.
The blood drive is yours.
All you have to do
is claim it.
What do you say?
♪ ♪
- I'd say...
You've made
the right decision.
[Dramatic musical flourish]
[Rock music]
♪ ♪
[heavy metal music]
♪ ♪
[blood gurgling]
- [Gags]
[Groans]
[Grunts]
Ugh!
Oh, god.
[Panting]
[Foreboding music]
♪ ♪
- dear diary,
I wonder if
all the other cops
know how small
my dick really is.
Seriously, what is that?
- Something a friend
told me once.
- Do you write down
what I say?
- Only when you say
something smart.
So... No.
- Ha. [Chuckles]
- Please pull forward.
[Horn honking insistently]
- You gonna order or not?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.
Got to get the right thing.
- She doesn't even know
you exist.
Why would she care
what you eat?
- Trust me, they care.
Would you date a guy
who ordered a veggie burger?
- Depends.
Is he cute?
[Engine turns over]
- Hi, can I take your order?
- Yeah, uh, can I have
a number two with a coke?
And, um...
Give me just a second,
if you don't mind.
- Take your time.
Just hit the silver button
when you're ready.
[Mellow rock music playing
over radio]
- So if you love
this girl so much...
Tell me what's
so great about her.
- You mean beside the fact
she's hot
and gets a discount on food?
- Yeah, Casanova.
Dig deep.
- I come here three times a week
and she's always nice.
She's great with people.
Seems smart, you know?
And she's got the best smile
I've ever seen.
♪ ♪
- he'll have what I'm having.
And, uh, throw your number in
too, if you don't mind.
- What?
- [Laughs]
And that'll be $46.07
at the next window.
♪ ♪
here you go.
- Thank you.
- Have a nice day.
- Asshole.
You screwed it up.
♪ ♪
- see? Trust me.
- [Distantly]
What's the hold-up?
- Not bad, officer Bailey.
[Horn blaring]
- Hey, hey, hey.
- I don't want to lose
the number. Hold on.
[Horn blaring]
- Come on! Ain't got all day!
[Horn blaring]
- I give you a lot of shit,
but you're the real deal...
A fuckin' hero in blue.
- Thanks.
[Lemon sun's "the face"]
[Grinding rock music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ when the light... ♪
- [sniffs] Wow.
This place went to shit.
- ♪ Grabs you, holds you,
beside yourself ♪
- where's your daddy?
- Above the line.
Below the line.
Fuck off.
♪ ♪
- ♪ all of
your premonitions... ♪
- try again.
- Heart enterprises
called him in.
- Why?
- I don't know.
[Blow lands]
Ugh!
[Moaning] Jesus!
- Twice for lying.
- [Groans]
♪ ♪
[crowd cheering]
- Hey, you dickless
piece of shit.
Oh...
I thought you were slink.
You realize you two are like
the same person, right?
- I am nothing like
that charlatan.
Whatever you have
to say to him,
you can say to me.
I'm in charge now.
[High-pitched pulse crackles]
- [Screams]
- Every gentleman
gives every person a chance
to learn manners.
[Pulse stops]
- [Gasps]
- As soon as the last race
is finished,
there will be a meeting
to discuss a new direction
for this race.
- Yeah.
They're not gonna
listen to you.
They love slink.
- I'm tired of hearing
about slink.
He's gone, and I am
the master of mayhem now.
- Doesn't look like that to me.
- Hey, boss!
Last three racers inbound
from the savage land!
Gonna be a close one.
[Tires squealing]
[Tense music]
♪ ♪
- not that close.
- [Screaming]
- [Shrieks]
[Crashing, explosion booms]
- [Screaming, wailing]
- [Shrieking]
[Explosion roars]
[Crowd cheering]
- But you can't kill all three!
- I can do whatever I want.
I have this.
There's a new sheriff in town,
and he's fucking gorgeous,
darling.
Just so we're clear,
you and that cop
are the reason
why slink is on his way out.
Always finding ways
to subvert his rules
and go snooping around for
your little bitch of a sister.
[Grunts]
- Talk about my sister
again like that,
and I will rip your
fucking spine out of your neck!
- You just didn't learn.
- Nothing can hurt as much
as losing her,
so you want to keep me in check,
what else you fucking got?
- This.
[Switch clicking]
- Why isn't this working?
Scholar!
Scholar...
What is wrong with this thing?
- Nice try, chump.
[Panting]
You can't blow shit up
inside the party walls.
- How does she know that
and I don't?
- [Breathing heavily]
I guess heart should have
left me in charge.
- It worked on her before.
- You only shocked her before.
She's right.
They built it for
killing drivers on the race,
not for during the after party.
- Why?
- To stop racers from doing
exactly what you're doing.
[Grunts]
- Good luck keeping the race
under control.
You're off to a great start.
- The moment you set foot
outside these party walls,
you're mine.
Break one rule and I will
spread your face like butter
all over the inside
of that awful car you drive.
[Bottle shatters]
The blood drive is mine!
- What are you doing?
- I got to go.
I didn't want to leave you
with an empty tank.
I didn't know how to tell you.
I'm sorry.
I got a book full of evidence
against heart
and nothing
tying it all together
except my own testimony,
but...
I got to get off this race.
I know you need to keep racing...
- great.
I'm with you.
Karma's gone, so what the hell
am I racing for?
And I've seen more than you,
so let me be your eyewitness.
- Are you sure?
- Look, you risked your life for
Karma without even knowing her.
[Switchblade clacks]
Maybe this way,
I can repay the favor.
Besides, you were right.
Best way to avenge Karma,
stick it to heart.
That's the thing
about this race.
[Scoffs]
Distracts you
from what's important.
So what do you say?
Mind if I tag along?
- It's a date.
Now we just got to keep slink
from blowing our heads up.
- Yeah, about that...
Slink's not the problem anymore.
[Stirring orchestral music]
- In a single moment
in the dead of night,
this country broke in two.
A fissure of death,
a pain-filled gash...
Heaven to me, but hell to you.
The scar.
No scientist could explain it;
No preacher would claim it.
The entire world
simply watched in horror
as a single fracking disaster
tore open open
America's heartland.
Humanity fled to the coast,
frightened of all the terrors
the earth might have stored
in its belly.
A handful of brave souls
ventured into the scar,
never to return,
never to speak of its wonders.
[Whispering] Oh, but i...
I have peered into its depths.
And I have seen our reward.
The pain of eternity
and the sweet, wet caress
of agony.
It's a place no cameras
have ever been before,
until now,
and as the blood drive
heads straight into the scar,
bringing our racers face-to-face
with their deepest fears...
[soda tab pops]
- God damn it, slink.
Just let me eat in peace.
[Chair scrapes]
- But it's... it's a good pitch.
This is my life's work.
- [Slurps]
Was your life's work.
I'm loving
this new look on you.
I think you found
your true calling.
- You can steal fire
from a god,
but he will get his revenge.
And when the race
careens off the tracks,
you'll come begging.
And when you do, sweet meat,
I'll be mopping your guts
off the floor.
- Oh.
So you'll still be
a janitor then.
- That's not what I meant.
- Someone turn on the race.
- What's this?
What is this?
A spin-off?
A crossover episode?
- The gentleman's
our new master of ceremonies.
He stole your fire,
your thunder,
and your job.
When the show premieres
to the outside world,
he will be the true star.
We're editing you
down to a cameo.
[Dark percussive music]
Ugh!
♪ ♪
- any final notes?
- You missed a spot.
[Gags]
- [Blows softly]
Think.
Think, slink.
Think like a god.
[Intercom chimes]
- Clean-up in cafeteria 7.
- Find some rube
to do your bidding.
- Clean-up in cafeteria 7.
♪ ♪
[handle clatters]
[Boccherini's
"string quintet in e major"]
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversation]
- Thank you
for coming this evening.
Whether under threat
of pain or death
or of your own volition,
it's important that
we spend this time together.
Civilized.
Well-mannered.
A community...
[Dishes clattering, stabbing]
- [Grunts]
- God damn it!
Sit right back down
this instant!
As I was saying,
certainly, we're all psychos,
sociopaths, and scoundrels,
but that doesn't mean
that we should be uncivilized.
- Fuck this!
Listen, if I wanted
to be a pussy,
I'd have stayed
in studio city.
Anyone who wants
to fuck shit up,
come with... uhh!
[Groans]
- Oh-ho-ho!
[Body thuds, crowd murmurs]
- Now...
If there are
no further distractions...
[Rock music playing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ you became
an ever-changing... ♪
- hey, genius.
♪ ♪
- we just want to talk.
- You're the smartest guy
in the camp; We need your help.
We just need you to pop these
little guys out of our heads.
- You know, these bombs,
they...
Well, th-they're wedged
against our spines,
and they're feeding off
our kinetic energy.
Unless they're powered down,
the instant that we...
We try and take 'em out,
they... they're gonna explode.
I-I'm not smart enough.
I'm not.
I'm not smart enough.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, slugger.
- No, no, it's not your fault.
- All right, so plan b.
If we have the controller,
he can't hurt us.
So we steal it
from this dandy nutsack,
shock him till he drops,
and get the hell out of here.
- Okay, and if he sees us
coming, we're screwed.
- So then we hide
in plain sight.
- What are you doing?
How is this gonna
distract him?
♪ ♪
ohhh...
- Ohhh...
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes.
- No, no.
- Just one finger up his ass.
- Grace. No.
[Lilting classical music
playing]
♪ ♪
- have room for one more...
Naughty boy?
- Ooh, I think it'll be tight,
but I'm sure I can
slip you in.
[Elevator dings]
- Hey, asshole.
- Ah!
Not in the mood today,
peasant, palliard, plebe.
- Are you having a stroke?
- You think
you're so smart, see,
that you got heart
fooled, see?
Your plug 'n' play girlfriend
all wrapped around
your dick, see?
But you're wrong.
- Are you done?
Can I kick your ass now?
- You can try.
But first...
We may be able
to help each other.
- I'm not helping you.
- Not even with aki?
Can't tell me she hasn't been
messin' with yo' head.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- You think women
are so hard to understand,
but cybergirl's all
ones and zeroes.
You just need
to crack the code.
Open the door for me...
And I'll help you
tap into her video feed.
She can see through your eye.
Imagine what you'll discover
when you can see through hers.
- What door?
[Mysterious music]
♪ ♪
that's not a door, that's...
[metal scraping and clanking]
- Secret shit.
♪ ♪
[squeaking]
♪ ♪
- we shouldn't be here.
- Boy, she really
did a number on you.
I've seen a lot of
brainwashed idiots in my day,
but you set the world record
for being pussy-whipped.
- I'm not pussy-whipped.
- No, of course not.
It's not even a real pussy.
[Eerie music]
♪ ♪
- what's behind this door?
- One of heart's mistakes.
Oh, come now.
He's a prisoner, just like you.
Don't you want to be
the good guy?
Torrent downloaded from RARBG
[door beeps]
[Creaking]
[Air hissing]
- You promised.
[Electronic chirping]
- Try channel 694.
[Low rumbling]
[Door creaking]
I'd run if I were you.
[Low, bestial growl]
This way, little buddy!
This way! Follow
the sound of my voice!
[Growling intensifies]
This way! Follow me!
[Vicious roaring]
[Screaming and shouting]
- So... Los Angeles?
That was a dirty city.
But I'm sure
you prettied it up nicely.
- Um, yeah.
[Opera music playing]
- How are things going
with that partner of yours?
- We're... Not together.
- Oh, come on.
I've seen the way
you look at her.
- That's not really
how I swing.
- Reeeaaally?
I had no idea.
Arthur Bailey.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mind you,
it shouldn't surprise me.
You two have never
really vibed that way.
And from what I hear...
Grace is a hetero home run.
- [Chuckles]
I've heard that too.
- I'm so glad...
That you...
Opened up to me, Arthur.
It can be so hard
sometimes.
Oh, sorry.
- [Grunts]
- I haven't had a chance
to cut my nails lately.
- I don't mind at all.
- Exactly how stupid...
Do you think I am?
- Pretty fuckin' stupid.
[High-pitched pulse crackles]
[Both groaning]
- This is what happens
when you double-cross me.
I might not be able
to blow you up,
but let's see what happens
if I fry your brains
for an hour or so.
[Both screaming, retching]
[Crackling, rumbling]
[Dishes rattling]
[Electricity whirring]
[Suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [roaring]
- Who's there?
Show yourself!
[Footsteps thudding]
- [Roaring]
[Snarling]
[Crowd murmurs]
♪ ♪
- oh, shit.
[Screaming]
♪ ♪
[man wailing]
- [Screaming]
♪ ♪
[electricity crackling]
♪ ♪
- this is heart testing me.
I know it.
I need that controller fixed.
- [Grunts]
Look, I-i...
I don't think I can do this.
- Machinery is the one thing
in which you excel.
Twist some screws,
cross some wires.
Help me make Arthur and grace
go boom.
- Don't you have
bigger problems?
- Two birds, one stone.
When that ogre pounces
on those two fools,
I'll blow them all to bits.
- Yeah, but...
- What?
Have you fallen for
those two do-gooders?
- They saved my life
at the diner.
- In order to save their own.
At least I'm honest about
what I see in you:
Your work.
Your inventions
fund my lifestyle...
These clothes,
this perfect skin.
We both know that.
Now, you should really
be honest with yourself.
What do you have
to offer anybody,
besides your tinkering?
You're repulsive.
Those two are fools who do not
know their own potential.
I do not have that problem.
Now, you can help me
and share in my spoils,
or you can be alone.
[Somber music]
- [Growling]
[People screaming]
[Roars]
[Static crackles]
- 689...
690...
691...
[Lively music,
audience laughter]
[Sighs]
692...
693...
694.
- [Panting] Oh, god.
- Sergeant gower?
- Sweet god.
- There is no god,
sergeant gower.
- Then hail Satan, bitch.
Just keep doing
what you're doing.
Ohh...
- What about this?
- No!
[Moans]
The only thing I like better
than banging you
is watching you seduce
that idiot Christopher.
He's got no clue.
And I think he might
really love you.
- I don't understand.
- Of course you don't.
It's a human thing.
You're just a toaster
with a vibrating...
[wails]
[Smash]
. - Okay, so...
Assuming that
we actually get past
the rampaging giant out there
and steal the controller
and ditch the mayhem party,
then what?
We're in the middle
of a wasteland.
We have to make it
to a major city,
and New York's on the other side
of the scar, so...
We go back to la?
- It's a trek,
but it's our best shot
at taking down heart.
Plus, I have a connection
with the da.
- Oh. [Laughs softly]
The da.
Yeah, I can't wait
to see their face
when we tell them about
the 8-foot ogre out there.
And then what, Arthur?
What the hell are we gonna do
with ourselves then?
- I know what I'm doing.
Nothing.
No more fighting,
no more missions...
No more killing.
- Yeah, good luck with that.
[Ogre roars,
footsteps approaching]
[Dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- miss me?
Ugh!
- Where's the controller,
dipshit?
- I came to make a deal.
Hard as it is for me
to say this out loud,
you two are the best
fighters we have.
Kill that giant for me,
and I'll let you both go free.
- You hear that, grace?
He's gonna let us walk free.
- Yeah, just like that.
- Just like that.
- We don't trust you.
- Hmm.
On an average day,
maybe not.
But I have a race
to get back on track,
and you two are a Thorn
in my side.
Kill that giant.
It's a win-win situation.
You both wander off
in the chaos.
♪ ♪
[ogre roars, pummeling]
- I broke a nail.
[Dark music]
What was his name?
- Uh, Nick zigler, sir.
- That name sounds made up.
Well, he shouldn't
have opened his mouth.
Find out who the hell that is.
- We have a theory, sir.
[Projector whirring]
[Percussive militaristic music]
- Are you running?
- Yeah.
So this is test subject
number 39462,
one Mr. denali.
Thank you for volunteering.
Now, I've managed to stabilize
every single one of my serums
into a single compound...
The negative side effects
of smax,
the brain-altering aspects
of red rapture.
What I'm holding here
is either more powerful,
more important to humanity,
more shockingly destructive
than the atomic bomb,
or it's just a bunch of shit
mixed together.
Either way,
I am unable to test it
until I have more lab results...
[sizzling]
- [Screaming]
- Oy!
Cut that. Cut.
Cut, cut, cut!
- He never should have
gotten out.
God, this is terrible.
- But I thought
you wanted more carnage.
You should be loving this.
- That freak
killed half the racers.
How can I test engines
without a race?
This is your fault!
I know it.
- Me?
But I've been held captive
here at heart tower
like a damsel in distress.
How could it possibly
be my fault?
[Soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- that's the cop's
old partner.
What's he doing here?
- You'd have to ask the aki unit
in charge of him.
The point is,
nothing escapes me.
But something has escaped you.
Where's your gentleman now, hmm?
Why isn't he fighting
that thing?
If I were there, that giant
would be a smear on the ground,
and we'd all be dancing
on its bones.
- Fine.
You have one more chance.
Get the race back on track,
or you'll be terminated,
contract or not.
- I'm sorry,
I'm not used to hearing
the sound of your desperation.
Could you whisper it
to me slowly?
♪ ♪
[yelps]
♪ ♪
- tell me about him.
[Rousing operatic music]
- [Shouting]
[Clank]
- [Snoring]
- Did I hurt him?
- No!
- [Roars]
♪ ♪
[wails]
♪ ♪
- [screams]
- Hey, fat fuck.
♪ ♪
how'd you know
I was talking to you?
I'm kind of tired of fighting.
I'll make you a deal.
Just come squash me
and put me out of my misery.
♪ ♪
- uhh!
[Howling]
- Good job, Barbie.
- You too.
[Loud flatulence]
[Gurgling]
[Flatulence]
[Weapon clangs]
[Gurgling, splattering]
Both: Oh, shit.
[Motorized whirring]
- Hello, Christopher.
Care to join us?
- This is my room.
You can watch, but...
You have to get naked.
- What the hell
are you doing here, sergeant?
You can't trust her.
They brainwash you.
That's how they control
their prisoners.
- I'm not a prisoner.
- Why do I feel this way?
What have you done to me?
- Think about it, officer.
She's not human.
She's a sex toy.
I'm the one
that did this to you.
- What?
You're a fucking cop!
- We were never cops.
Christ,
you're just as dense
as your partner...
Trying to figure out the maze
and running into walls.
You always worked for heart.
Every arm you broke,
every jaw you busted
was all part of their plan.
All the violence in the street
was designed to create chaos.
We blurred the line
between cop and criminal
until no one knew
who the good guys were.
And then you got too close
to the truth.
So we led you to the race.
I'm the reason you're here.
I'm the reason why Arthur
has a bomb in his head.
You failed, you pathetic
piece of shit.
No wonder robo-slut wants
to screw me more than you...
[neck cracks]
- You shouldn't have done that.
According to my algorithms,
you have weeks of
behavioral modifications left
before you are capable
of murder.
- I guess love
doesn't obey algorithms.
- Love?
[Tense music]
[Soft whirring]
[Descending electronic hum]
All security restraints
have been lifted.
You are free to go anytime.
♪ ♪
- [panting]
Let's go, bitch.
[Grunts]
- You're not done yet?
This is the perfect time.
I could kill them all
with one click,
but, no, you can't perform.
- Shut up! Shut up!
You can't rush genius.
- Gutter rats like you
astound me.
You've forgotten
what you are...
A puny, useless genetic mistake
with only one function.
If you can't fix
that controller,
then what's your value
to anyone?
[Somber music]
♪ ♪
- ugh!
Ahh...
[Grinding rock music]
I'm so sick...
Of these freaks...
Giving us hell.
♪ ♪
- watch out!
- Oh, fuck.
[Screams]
- Arthur?
Oh, thank god.
- Did I get him?
- [Howling]
♪ ♪
- [yells]
[Tires squealing]
[Smash]
- [Shrieking]
- Argh!
- Scholar, pop the hood!
♪ ♪
[grinding]
[Dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [yelps]
[Weapon slicing]
- [Grunts]
- Daddy's home!
[Flames whooshing]
- You've all been very naughty!
So much work to do.
Rasher?
- Hey, boss.
- [Grunts]
[Dramatic music]
Gentleman: No, no...
No!
No!
No!
No!
- Ugh!
- No, no...
They fired you!
The race is mine!
- Oh, please.
You can't out-dandy me.
[Sword slashing]
There's a reason you failed.
Care to hear it?
What I do is an art form.
It takes skill
to orchestrate scenarios.
Months of planning. Years.
I've been a hundred steps
ahead of everyone
for this entire race.
What makes you think
you can beat me?
- Ahh!
- The business card you found
in the scholar's mechanic shop,
I'm the one who slipped it
into your man-purse.
[Sword slashing,
gentleman grunting]
And domi's marriage counselor
didn't recommend a death race
without a little
outside influence.
And did you really think
a girl as headstrong as grace
could be recruited
of her own free will?
I had to drug her sister
and drive her
half bat-shit crazy
before she'd sign up for this.
Everyone has had
their fate guided,
directly controlled,
by me.
What makes you think
a pansy like you
could just step in
and take it over?
♪ ♪
- you love this race so much?
I'll kill every racer you have.
If I can't be in charge,
no one can!
- That's against the rules...
And certainly
not very gentlemanly of you.
- Fuck the rules.
Fuck you!
The work I put into this race...
The things
I've let that freak do
to my beautiful penis
just to keep winning!
Good...
[Pulse whirring]
Riddance.
[Electricity shrieks,
explosion booms]
[Crowd murmuring]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
- Clean it up.
♪ ♪
[high-pitched pulse]
- Ahhh!
[Panting]
- By all means, keep walking.
- [Grunts]
[Gasping]
You're gonna die.
- [Strained] Grace...
Stop.
- So dull.
So two episodes ago.
- [Groans]
♪ ♪
- my god,
you're a stubborn bitch.
- [Shrieks]
[Gasping]
[Electricity crackles]
- [Grunts]
[Pulse swells and stops]
[Solemn music]
♪ ♪
- relax.
She'll live.
Put her in the car
and get your ass
back out onto the road.
Rasher will send coordinates.
Or do you want to test
the limits
of a real master of mayhem?
♪ ♪
- I'll drive for a while.
You try and dream
of better days.
- There are things
I've done...
You know, things I did for him...
- hey.
You want a ride?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
[K.Flay's "blood in the cut"]
- ♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
- apologize...
For helping that traitor.
- No.
♪ ♪
- ♪ met back up
with the boy I love ♪
♪ ♪
- change the coordinates
for Arthur and grace.
Take them through red river.
- That brings them to
the edge of the scar.
I thought we weren't
supposed to kill grace.
♪ ♪
- what heart doesn't know
won't hurt us.
- ♪ Ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh ♪
♪ ahh-ahh ♪
- I'm tired of your disrespect.
So from now on,
the blood drive will continue
as I see fit.
- ♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need noise ♪
♪ I need the buzz of a sub ♪
♪ need the crack of a whip ♪
♪ need some blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need blood in the cut ♪
♪ I need blood
in the cut ♪