Original subtitles

ARTHUR: It's maddening, isn't it? STEVEN: Hello?

ARTHUR: The voice in your head.

Relentless, forever unsatisfied.

STEVEN: What's this?

- Layla. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)

- LAYLA: Oh, my God, you're alive. - Yeah, all right.

That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months.

My body wants to get up and wander about, you know?

And I don't even know about it until I wake up wherever.

Strange, innit?

I strongly encourage you to return that.

STEVEN: Here, take it.

That was so strange. Sorry about...

I will not ask again.

(GASPS) Oh, my God!

You're not gonna die.

Let me save us.

(BLOW LANDING)

(CREATURE ROARING)

(GASPS AND SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

No, no, no.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

You there?

Hmm?

No?

Yeah, didn't think so.

J.B.: Bruv, hey.

Oh, hey. Bro, it is proper mad in here.

What happened? What is it?

They're saying burst pipes, but don't look like that to me.

Has anyone seen the security footage?

Well, yeah, I was about to.

All right. I think I should go with you, yeah?

I may have some information about it.

- All right, come on. - Yeah.

Do not tell Donna that I let you into this arena.

Bruv, listen, I must warn you.

What you're about to see is gonna melt your brain. Yeah?

- Come on. - Listen to me.

It's like Area 51, like MI6 bonkers, bruv. Yeah?

- All right. All right, mate. - You ready?

Yeah.

Roll the tape.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Is that you, Scotty?

Still Steven. And yeah, that's me. Oh, yeah.

Watch, here it comes.

Are you cryin'?

A bit. Yeah, a bit. Watch, here it comes. Wait for it.

Wait for it.

How long am I waitin'?

STEVEN: Different angle, yeah? Different, different.

Yeah, yeah, that's it. Wait for it, here it comes.

No, no, no, wait.

Why are you going in... What are you doing, you donut?

STEVEN: No, just a minute. Here it comes.

Wait, wait. Now, just a minute.

- You messed up the loos. - Shh. I don't...

- Mate! - Oh, God.

Larry in Maintenance is gonna absolutely shoot you.

I swear to God, there was a dog chasing me, like a big hound, or...

Hound of the Baskervilles, was it?

- Egyptian jackal. It was a jackal. - I've heard it all now.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Fast forward till when I come out. When I come out.

Oh, yeah, why not, yeah.

Let me do it.

- Now, there. Have a look. - Yeah, yeah...

J.B.: It's still you, bruv.

That's not me.

MAN: I should tell you, the museum has no wish to press charges.

- Okay. - But Mr. Grant,

we've spoken to your colleagues.

Yeah?

It's all been a bit of a struggle for you recently, hey?

(EXHALES)

Yeah. A bit, a bit.

This particular group of doctors has a long-standing relationship with us.

Doctors?

Oh.

They're wonderful.

- Yeah? - I could arrange an appointment.

Okay. Yeah.

It looks... It actually looks quite posh. (CHUCKLES)

Looks like they're very good listeners, right?

They really are.

I know this is classic HR to say, but...

But you're not alone.

Yeah. That's, like, part of the problem, innit?

Before you leave us, I'm sorry for the protocol of it, but...

Any museum property on your person?

No, I haven't nicked anything. I swear. I...

No, nothing.

Uh...

Yeah.

Well, that's it. I got the sack.

I don't blame 'em. I'm a vandal. I should've been arrested.

(SIGHS)

I did find things hidden in my flat.

I swear. I'm not joking.

That's worth exploring, isn't it?

Like, if I could find that storage locker,

that might be my one chance to prove to myself that I'm not mad.

Oh, mate, thank you. Thanks. Cheers.

- STEVEN: Hiya. - Hey.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Yeah. Um, look, man, this is, like, the fifth branch I've been to.

I'm looking for my storage locker. It's under "Steven Grant."

If it's not under Steven Grant, it might be under "Marc."

I don't have a surname, just Marc.

Would you have a look for me, if that's all right?

- I know it sounds... - Of course. I know you. #43, right?

I never forget a face.

(LIGHTS THUDDING ON)

(LIGHTS THUDDING ON)

All right.

(DISTANT THUDDING CONTINUES)

(SWITCH CLICKING)

Oh, my God.

"Marc Spector."

(SIGHS)

No way.

It's real. It's totally real.

Whoa.

I'd say you are a compass, but you're not pointing north.

MARC: Steven, I need you to listen to me very carefully.

STEVEN: Marc?

There he is. Here he comes.

Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again.

- I know you're scared. - A bit, yeah.

I know you're confused. You weren't supposed to see any of this.

No? Well, bit late for that, innit?

So, what? Am I, like, meant to be some sort of mad secret agent or something?

It's a little more complicated than that.

More complicated? What? Am I possessed?

- (STAMMERS) Are you, like, a demon? Or... - You're in danger, and I can save us,

just like I did last night.

But I can't have you interfering in what I have left to do.

So, this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna go lay down on that cot back there.

- You're gonna take a nice nap. - Are you joking?

Sleep... I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me?

Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are.

Tell me what it is you are. What are you?

- You sure you want to know? - Yes, bloody... Yes.

I serve Khonshu. I'm his Avatar.

Which means you are, too. Sort of.

We protect the vulnerable

and deliver Khonshu's justice to those who hurt them.

- Khonshu? - Yeah.

The Egyptian god of the moon?

Oh, my God, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers.

Oh, God. I'm having a panic attack.

(PANTING)

- I made a deal with Khonshu. - I need to go to hospital.

MARC: That deal is contingent on you not interfering, Steven.

Now, give me the body. Let me finish this, and you'll never hear from me again.

You want my body? Right, yeah.

Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah?

And I'm gonna go straight to the authorities.

And they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt anyone else.

And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills

so that you get out of my head!

(LIGHTS THUDDING)

(THUDDING CONTINUES)

Oh, God. Oh, God.

(SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREECHING)

KHONSHU: Give it back, you fool.

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

Marc? Where have you been?

Layla?

LAYLA: What the hell is going on? Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?

I figured you were using a coded message when we spoke on the phone.

How did you find me?

LAYLA: How'd you think? I tracked your phone.

I thought you wanted me to do that when you turned it on.

Right. Yeah.

You know, you really could have given me any sign that you were alive.

I thought that you were in danger, or kidnapped again.

I just kept thinking, "He's got the suit. He's fine."

Then, I thought, "Well, what if he gets ambushed when he's not wearing it?"

And "What if he doesn't have it?" And...

- Stop clasping my shoulder like that. - I don't know where to hold.

Feels like riding with a Victorian duchess.

Where do I hang on?

Do you see the spiral you put me through?

It's not okay, yeah? I'm still your wife.

By the way, this would be a great time for you to say something. Anything.

- Just in case it's not clear. - Sorry, sorry... Did you say wife?

My... Are we married?

Look, I'm pretty sure we lost whoever was chasing you.

- Just drop the act. - It's not an act. I...

- Stop with the accent, please. - This is how I talk.

- Okay. Get off the bike. - No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Please.

Please, I will tell you everything, just get me to my flat, yeah?

Just get me home.

(SCOFFS)

All right.

She shouldn't be here.

Get her out of here, Steven. You're way out of your depth.

I just want my life back.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

No. Sorry, I wasn't talking to you, just talking to myself. Sort of.

- LAYLA: Uh, this is your flat, Marc? - Um, I'm Steven.

Are you living here with someone else?

No, no, no.

No, this is my mum's flat.

Okay, so you guys are talking again?

Mmm-hmm.

Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?

STEVEN: Yep.

(RECITING POEM IN FRENCH)

(BOTH RECITING POEM IN FRENCH)

Oui, oui.

She's my favorite poet.

Um, no, she's my favorite.

That's mental.

So, you're learning French and hieroglyphics?

Yeah, well... That's not that impressive, really.

It's not like hieroglyphs are a whole language.

- It's more like a... - Like an alphabet.

Yeah, and... Well, you still have to know

- ancient Egyptian to read it. - Sure.

- For example, like this one here, right? - Funeral rites.

Well, someone knows their unilaterals. You.

- That's amazing. - Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

- Sorry, I don't mean that in a creepy way. - No, I'm sorry. I'm not buying this, Marc.

Use whatever accent you want. Yeah.

Let's just get this over with. You sent these papers but you never signed them.

Did I? Uh...

This is what you wanted.

Have a look here.

After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.

All right. Divo... Divorce?

Yeah, we doing this or not?

I would never divorce you.

What are you doing?

Look, you seem absolutely lovely.

This Marc, on the other hand, is a right twit. Yeah?

(SCOFFS)

I don't know how to explain what's been happening.

- MARC: Steven. - I don't expect you to believe me.

- Steven, listen to me. - I honestly don't really believe myself.

- All I can do is try to... - You're making a mistake.

- ...try to show you what I found. - Steve...

- I found this bag in the storage locker. - Steven, don't... Listen to me.

- Inside of it is all sorts... - Stop what you're doing right now.

- ...of things. - Don't show her what's in the bag.

- Most interestingly... - You're gonna get her killed. You hear me?

LAYLA: Most interestingly is what?

MARC: You show her that scarab, you're responsible when they come after her.

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Nothing. Never mind.

- What's in there? - Nothing... Wait, wait...

(CLATTERING)

STEVEN: Bloody hell.

The scarab pointing to Ammit's ushabti? What we fought side by side for.

- No... - This whole one-man show is just what?

So that you can keep it for yourself?

- No. I swear... - After all we've been...

Just stop! I'm supposed to believe anything you say with this shoved in

- what, a gym bag? - Take it. Take it, you can have it.

Take it. I don't want it. I don't want it. I swear. Have it.

I am not Marc Spector.

I'm Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop. Well, I used to work in a gift shop.

And I think I'm in real danger,

and I think maybe that you might be the only person that can help me.

Please.

You really don't remember why we've been looking for this?

Our adventures.

Or our life together?

Oh, God, I wish I could.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

WOMAN: Steven Grant, can we have a word?

See? Oh, God, they've come for me.

- Why? - I vandalized the toilet.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Yeah, just a minute.

WOMAN: Steven Grant?

- STEVEN: Yeah? - DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here.

STEVEN: Yeah, one second.

Hello, officers.

Steven Grant?

I think so, yeah. I mean, yep, yes.

That's me, 100% Steven Grant.

Sorry, I was just havin' a bit of a day.

DC KENNEDY: Mind if we come in, Mr. Grant?

- Oh, um, actually, right now isn't... - Appreciate it.

DC KENNEDY: Anyone else here with you?

Uh, here with me? No, just me and my fish.

DC FITZGERALD: Yeah.

So, um...

Yeah.

Is this about the toilet?

'Cause it's been dealt with. Yeah. I've been sacked.

And, uh, yeah, that's...

I have a sleeping disorder.

And, yeah, well, the museum said that they wouldn't press charges

as long as, uh... As long as I do it in installments. That, uh...

They said that I could.

- What's this? - It's a paperweight.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

- Where'd you get it? - Paperweight shop.

DC FITZGERALD: You're in possession of a stolen item.

STEVEN: Oh. Yeah, I...

No. I don't have it. I don't. No, it's not here.

"Marc Spector"?

- STEVEN: That's not mine. - Funny that.

Fella looks just like you.

Fake passport and a thief.

DC FITZGERALD: Tsk, tsk.

I think you best come with us, son.

Wow. Lookie, lookie. Guess what we've got here, Billy.

DC FITZGERALD: Go on, tell me.

DC KENNEDY: We've only got ourselves a full-blown, international fugitive.

It's not... It's a mistake. It's not me.

Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt.

Here's what they did to the archaeologists.

Zip-tied and shot in the back of the head, execution-style.

DC FITZGERALD: That's dark, man.

No, no, no. I didn't do that. That's not me.

Of course you didn't, Steven.

I thought we were going to the police station.

DC FITZGERALD: Now, why would you think that?

Sit tight, yeah?

(OFFICERS EXITING FROM CAR)

No.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(YELPS)

Hello. Hello! Excuse me, could you help me?

Help, please. I've been kidnapped...

She's one, too.

Oh, my God. (GASPS)

(GROANS)

What?

You don't need to fight me, Steven. Surrender control.

No. No, I saw what you did to those people.

- It's not what you think. - I'm...

I am never giving you control again.

Ever. Do you hear me?

ARTHUR: I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.

(GASPS)

Oh, God.

I'm sorry for the wait. We just needed a chance to

better understand your situation. Do you have the keys?

Let's get you out of those cuffs. There you go.

Thank you both.

- Aren't they terrific? - Yeah, they're lovely.

All right.

Well, no wonder your scales don't balance.

It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head.

Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu.

I'm curious, do you think that Khonshu chose you as his Avatar

because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?

No, I'm not broken.

Just need some help, maybe.

That's right. That's why I'm here, to help.

Okay, what is it? Do you see him? You see him right now?

- That's a privilege I no longer have. - KHONSHU: Kill him!

What's he saying, huh? Is he telling you to kill me?

- KHONSHU: Break his windpipe! - Yeah.

Well, just remember, you don't have to do everything he asks.

So, before you get excited and put on the cape,

I'd love to take this opportunity to show you around.

(STEVEN GASPS AND YELPS)

It's all right, it's all right. That's all he can do without your help. Come.

See, this neighborhood used to have the highest crime rate in all the city.

There was so much suffering, so much pain...

- Good evening. Good evening, everyone. - (VIOLIN PLAYING)

It was truly heartbreaking.

Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe.

Oh, Chase, are those the tomatoes?

You have a green thumb. Beautiful. Thank you.

But you don't want to tell anyone, no.

People don't want to hear good news.

They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain.

(GOAT BLEATING)

- Goat... - What? Yes.

(SPEAKING IN MANDARIN)

Ha-ha.

(SPEAKING IN MANDARIN)

(BOTH SPEAKING IN MANDARIN)

- You all speak Chinese? - Ah, Mandarin.

We all aspire to learn three languages.

So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge.

STEVEN: Wow.

ARTHUR: You hungry?

The food's free.

- You're a vegan, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, so am I.

You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning.

It's Victor's recipe.

Gracias, Victor.

He's from the Yucatan. He's... No, he's very funny.

Here.

I know being on the right side of things is important to you.

Khonshu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience.

KHONSHU: You have no conscience.

(STEVEN GASPS)

ARTHUR: You don't have to listen to him.

He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old.

None of the gods respect him.

Perhaps that's why he's banished.

KHONSHU: I only punish those who have already done harm.

I am real justice!

What's he saying now? "I am real justice"?

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Can you hear him?

Not anymore. I was his former Avatar.

Before you. I was the fist of vengeance.

- Mmm. - I'm not the fist of anything.

That's the little American man living inside of me.

And that's, uh, that's Marc?

Soup's... Yeah, it's very good. It's ace. Yeah, it's lovely.

Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path.

His retribution comes too late.

By the time his fist of vengeance arrives,

people have already suffered.

Ammit knows this too well.

She tears evil up from the root,

casting her judgment before any evil's done.

- That's why we must resurrect her. - Right.

But... Isn't that a bit dodgy?

Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?

You don't need to doubt her judgment.

Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil,

which brings us to the scarab.

(METAL CREAKING)

That scarab functions as a kind of compass,

leading us to Ammit's tomb.

She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed.

Hi.

While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment.

And in the wake of their screams,

evil eradicated.

Steven,

to exist at that moment?

Heaven on Earth.

So, the scarab.

- Oh, I don't have it. - No?

Honestly, I don't have it.

Well, maybe you know someone who does?

- Maybe Marc? - MARC: Don't you do it.

Don't you say her name. Do not give Layla up.

Just give me the body.

- No, I don't. - May I speak with Marc?

Um, uh...

ARTHUR: Marc, what has Khonshu promised you?

That this is your last mission? Then you'll be free?

Trust me when I tell you Khonshu is a liar.

There's always one last thing.

Sorry. If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like, before the fact,

then, isn't she judging an innocent person?

I mean, a thought can't be evil, can it?

I think about killing my boss all the time,

- but I wouldn't actually do it. - Steven...

What about a child? Would she kill a child for something they might do in 30 years?

I'm glad you mentioned that.

Sometimes, the cure is a little taste of the disease.

The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only dosage.

Consider a diseased limb.

Amputation, horrific and grotesque,

is necessary for the larger health.

But the child is not a diseased limb.

Sorry, is that... Is that what...

You're all into that, like, killing children and that?

Maybe that's just me, but that's...

I kind of draw a line there at child murder.

Do you know what this is?

- Yep. It's a cane, yeah. - This is...

Ammit's gift to her first Avatar.

All right.

ARTHUR: It contains in it

a tiny sliver of her power.

I don't wanna use it.

- I don't. - Then don't.

- I can't help you. - ARTHUR: Yes, you can.

I need to know, where is the scarab?

Where is the scarab?

- Where is the scarab? - STEVEN: No.

ARTHUR: Where's the scarab? LAYLA: I have it.

You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding.

Let me have that, I'll keep it safe.

KHONSHU: There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this. Fix this!

Summon the suit.

STEVEN: Sorry, what?

Summon the suit.

- "Summon the soup"? What are you saying? - The suit. Summon it.

STEVEN: The suit? LAYLA: And keep this safe.

- So be it. - Let's go, let's go.

Get off, get off her!

- LAYLA: Steven! - (STEVEN GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING IN COPTIC)

That was awesome.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING IN COPTIC)

LAYLA: Here. Bolt the door.

Oh, my God.

I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave.

- No. Hey. Listen to me. Listen to me. - (POUNDING ON DOOR)

Your name is Marc. There's a suit.

- I've seen you use it. You bring it out. - No.

- Where are you? We need you to fight. - MARC: Let me in, Steven!

- No. I can't. Stop, please, both of you. - Let me in. There's no more time.

- STEVEN: Please, stop. - Listen to me. Your name is Marc.

(THUDDING)

Bring it out!

Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in, Steven.

Where the hell are you? You need to fight!

STEVEN: Please stop. Leave me alone, both of you!

LAYLA: Hey!

You can do this, I promise.

Steven...

I can't. I can't.

- I'm sorry, I can't. I can't do it. - (WOOD SPLINTERING)

It's all right. Okay.

- We'll just find another way. - (PANTING)

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Jackal. Jackal. Jackal!

LAYLA: What jackal?

Jackal. Jackal...

KHONSHU: Summon the suit!

Suit!

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

STEVEN: That should have been much worse.

MARC: Oy, Steven, what the hell are we wearing?

STEVEN: I don't know. She said I needed a suit.

Yeah, the ceremonial armor from Khonshu's temple, not psycho Colonel Sanders.

STEVEN: Well, I don't know how any of this shit works, man. I...

Well, think I do look sharp, though.

MARC: All right, where is the scarab? STEVEN: Scarab... Oh, um...

What's this? What are these little poles for?

Pretty cool, actually.

Ha. I like this.

(GASPS)

(STAMMERS) You look different.

(STEVEN YELLS AND GROANS)

(STEVEN PANTING)

- STEVEN: Stay away from me! - Wait, wh...

(STEVEN GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(GRUNTS)

- (GLASS SHATTERS) - (GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(STRAINING)

MARC: Give me control, Steven. You can't handle this.

STEVEN: I think I can. Get away from her, you.

Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote.

You're in the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now.

Yeah. Come on. Come on. That's right. Come on.

Ooh, lookie here. Lookie here.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a V.

Oh, my God. Here you come, come on!

What?

(EXCLAIMS)

I did it! You got planted! (LAUGHS)

Layla, Layla! Did you see that?

(STEVEN GASPS)

(HORN HONKS)

Do you reckon he's havin' a seizure?

Nah, look at him. He's just a fancy drunk.

- (GROANS) - MAN: Oh!

(HORN HONKING)

(STEVEN GROANS)

(GASPS)

That was a hell of a punch back there.

Look around.

Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't let me help.

All right. Do it. Take control. For now.

(ROARING)

Get it out of here.

(ROARING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Come on. Come on.

That's it. Just a little further.

Gotcha!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

No, no. Where is it? Where is it?

Shit!

Shit!

ARTHUR: I'm sorry, but that belongs to me.

I can offer you food, clothing,

but I am unable to offer you this. Thank you.

I wish you could live to see the world we make.

(ENGINE REVS)

STEVEN: So, this is what it's like?

Being on the inside?

Yeah.

- It's horrible. - It's all right. You're all right.

- I feel like I can scarcely move. - It's all right, just breathe through it.

It gets easier.

How long have you been doing this?

I don't know. It's... A long time.

- I don't like it. - Long time.

I don't want it. Can I have my body back?

- I can't do that right now, Steven. - Please.

I'm taking it back.

- (GRUNTS SOFTLY) - Sorry.

We've always managed to keep a wall between us, but something's changed.

The one who controls the body has become stronger.

The reflections help, but most of the time,

it'll take all your willpower just to be a fly on the wall.

You can't do this, keeping me trapped in here. You have no right.

My whole life...

I can't go on a bloody date. I can barely keep a goldfish alive.

I lost my job. It's been you. It's always been you,

eating away at parts of my life like a parasite.

Look, when I am done, when I have repaid my debt,

I swear to you, you will never see me or hear from me again.

I promise you. We wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Khonshu. And my...

servitude is the price that I pay.

- What kind of servitude? - The kind that leaves me covered in blood.

Yeah, well, that blood is on my hands.

You ruin people's lives. Everything you touch, you ruin.

You hurt people, you abandoned your wife. You left her stranded.

I did not. I am protecting her. You don't know what you're talking about.

- Yes, you did. I saw. - Khonshu has his eyes on her.

He wants her as my replacement. I'm never gonna let that happen.

You're a liar. I don't believe you. I don't trust you.

- You hurt people. - I'm never letting him near her.

- Just shut up! - I won't let you hurt anyone again.

I will never give you a moment of peace, I promise.

- (BELLS TOLLING) - Shut up!

You shut up! Shut up!

KHONSHU: You swore he would not interfere.

MARC: I know. I'll handle it.

- KHONSHU: You have proven you cannot. - I will.

Ungrateful, Marc, altering the terms of our agreement.

You were nothing more than a corpse when I found you.

You think you own this body? (LAUGHS WITH DERISION)

- It belongs to me. - We'll find the scarab.

Too late. Harrow has it.

Then we'll find another way.

We'll get to Ammit's tomb first.

You know I'll protect you with everything I have.

- You are worth protecting. - I'll do whatever it takes then.

Then you let me go.

I know that you enjoy the work I have for you.

- We need each other. - We have a deal.

Let me remind you, should we part, you may not like my next candidate,

near and dear as she is to you.

Where are we going?

Where the hell do you think?

- (PEOPLE CHANTING) - (CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

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