All language subtitles for Deathwell.2020.WEBRip.x264-ION10.mp4

- Hey! Hey! Dude!
Could you open the door?

Hey, excuse me,

please open the--
- No, fuck out of here!

- Oh, dude!

I just got pepper sprayed
around the corner over there.

This psycho bitch,
literally, she took my purse,

she took my shoes.

I mean, I--

- I feel your pain, alright,

but I'm not letting you in here right now,

so go the fuck away!

- I'm not trying to get in your car, okay?

I just wanna use your phone.

- Yo, seriously, now is not a good time!

- Seriously! It is the day
after Christmas, I mean,

where is your goodwill towards
your fellow human being?

Can you think about how
fucked up my night has been?

For just two seconds!

Just think about it!

I lost my phone, I lost
my shoes, I lost my purse,

my eyes are fucking burning!

I just wanna use your phone!

I got to meet this producer
in like 10 minutes.

- Producer?

- Yes, yes.

I'm the lead singer in
this band, "Butterfly Porn".

I'm Butterfly!

Seriously, is everyone in this town

a complete fucktard!

And you! You!

You are the biggest fucktard of them all!

Come on, seriously, fuck you!

All right.

All right.

You have five seconds
to let me use your phone

or I'm screaming.

Five, four, three, two...

Help!

Help!

This is guy is,

he pepper sprayed me!
- You are fucking insane!

- Let me use your phone,
you piece of human garbage!

- Man, fuck you!

Here.

- What's your name, wierdo?

- Don't worry about it.

- Relax.

I'm not some kooky stalker chick,

I just wanna know
whose phone I'm using.

- Chester.

My name is Chester.

- Chester.

What's with the ancient-ass phone?

- Yo, I hate you, seriously.

I fucking hate you.

- You're like my
new favorite person.

- You have reached the voicemail--

- Shit.

Didn't answer.

But you know, thanks for the phone, Chester!

And uh, Merry Christmas!

- What the fuck?

- He ain't tell me he
was on this side, shit.

Got me pulling over to this
fucking part of the fucking...

- My man.
- We good?

- Yeah.

- Sup with you, man?

You actin' like somebody
died or something.

- I got a fucked up
feeling about this shit.

- You got to manifest
positive outcome, bro.

Visualize it.

- Wildfires, earthquakes, tsunamis,

fucking nuclear war! That's
the vision I keep having!

I'd probably feel better
if I wasn't waiting

in the fucking car!

- I told you, they don't like
talking to strangers, man.

You gonna meet 'em
when the time is right.

So until then,
enjoy the free promo

that this song is given
our merchandise.

I wanna go to Blue
Heaven! Heaven!

- I hate this fucking
song, man. Shit is trash!

- This song is gonna make us rich, bro!

- Still hate it.

- Man word on the street is
"Fuck The World" is a variant.

- I don't know what a variant is.

- The rapper "Fuck The World".

- What about him?

- They saying that he's
a genetically modified

human organism, maybe even AI.

Nobody's ever seen him before!

- Whatever, man, let's get
out this fucking block.

- Let me use your phone
real quick though.

- What's wrong with your shit?

- It died.

- Yo man, everybody asking

to use my fucking phone tonight, man.

- Bruh, what the f?

Look at this, man!

- Nigga, laugh all you want nigga!

I'm off the grid, nigga, no smartphone,

no social media, nigga, fuck
"People To People", nigga!

- Not long from now, all U.S. citizens

will soon be required to register

with a digital identification database,

under a newly passed bill
titled, "People To People".

This comes after a recent
congressional panel,

surprisingly votes in favor of legalizing

personal drug possession
without authorization.

These extreme measures have been met

with resistance from liberals
and conservatives alike,

prompting a growing number
of protests, petitions,

and conspiracy theories
that are gaining traction.

- I'm off the grid, nigga, no smartphone,

no social media, nigga, fuck
"People To People", nigga!

Catch me if you can!

- You know I hate it
when you come in bed
with your dirty ass clothes on.

It's gross!

- Your breath is gross.

- Whatever. You're such a little kid.

- Damn.

Bruh, nobody has this shit!

How'd you get it?

- Can't yet reveal the plug.

I wanna go to Blue Heaven.

I hate that fucking song, man.

Anyway.

- How much for the blue juice?

- Two.

- Ah, shit.

Talk to Izzy lately by any chance?

- Why?

- I don't know about that fool.

Word is your boy's a federal informant.

- Shut the fuck up.

- No, seriously he's a fucking opp.

- How do you know?

- I got people in New York that know him.

Rat motherfucker!

- I don't fuck with Izzy like that.

- Anyway.

Stay up, man.

Keep a eye out for them snakes.

I wanna go to Blue Heaven.

- Hey, can you grab my laundry?

- Why can't you get it?

- Beause I asked nicely.

- You know there's a Nazi
living next to us now?

- I seen him.

- He makes me uncomfortable.

- You ain't got to worry about him.

- Well, you gotta be careful

when you're out there with that stuff.

- Drugs are legal now
and you of all people

should know it.

- Legal to possess, still
very much illegal to traffic.

- How are people supposed to possess it

if someone doesn't
traffic it to them, huh?

Riddle me that shit.

- Seriously, Keenan, if
you keep this shit up,

when I do pass the bar, you're
gonna be my first client.

- Thought that's why you wanted
to become a lawyer in the first place.

- You're fucking impossible dude.

- Be sure to keep those calls coming in,

if you want to be caller 1-9-9

and get those free tickets to "Flex Fest"

going down this Saturday
at the forum in Inglewood.

You don't wanna miss that!

And up next, we got the new
fire from, "Fuck The World".

The number one song in
the country right now.

You already know it's that "Blue Heaven".

Keep it locked right here on--

- Who just moved here
six months ago, okay?

I was born and raised in this city.

Los Angeles has always been
a Lakers, Dodgers, Trojans,

Bruins and now Rams once again.

Don't talk to me about the
Angels, Chargers and Clippers

ever in your life.

Why do the Clippers still play in Staples Center?

Why do the Angels have
Los Angeles in their name?

What are the Chargers
even doing here at all?

Nobody asked for them and nobody cares.

- Hey, I'm trying to study back there.

Do mind telling the "Hitler
Youth" to turn it the fuck down?

- Yeah?

- Hey man I--

- Benjamin.

My name is Benjamin.

You can call me Ben, what's up?

- Whatever, can you turn
the fucking music down?

Please.

- What's going on out there Ben?

- It's the guy from next door,

he wants us to turn our music down!

- What?

- I said it's our next door neighbor

and he wants us to turn our shit down.

Turn it down, Hailey.

- What?

- I said turn it the fuck down, Hailey!

Right now!

- Thanks.

- You're welcome, neighbor.

- It's a form of meditation, really,

you have to be present
and in the moment.

When you understand
it's basic principles,

you become more in tune with
your own pleasure receptors

and therefore, understand how to better

pleasure your partner.

Plus, the transmutation
of energy that happens,

can intensify the climax
into other worldly

levels of ecstasy.

And that's where it
got its name from...

Blue Heaven.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I get it.

- So... how's the wife?

- We're not married.

- When does she graduate?

- Spring.

- Tell Mimi to text me.

Oh, what are you guys
doing for New Years?

- Yeah?

- Keenan, Thank God you answered, bro.

- Izzy?

The fuck are you?

- I'm locked up, in Vegas.

- Shut the fuck up!

The fuck happened?

- I got caught with a pistol by a narc

at the Palms making a sale.

They're giving me a gun charge!

I also got hit with an intent
to sell for the Blue Heaven,

can you even believe that shit?

- Rat motherfucker!

- Keenan?

- Fuck!
- Keenan, you still--

- This better not be
anybody calling my phone

from fucking jail!

- Are you a gambling man, Keenan?

You look like a gambling man.

I know I sure am.

I would've set the over under
of you answering your phone

to maybe 50 to one. And
it's a good thing you did

it may have saved your life,
for the moment at least.

- Who the fuck is this?

- I'm nobody to you.

If you were smart, you
would keep it that way.

- Either tell me who the fuck
you are or I'm hanging up.

- Very well.

I represent the product you've
been peddling around town,

product that was given
to you on consignment,

by people who will do bodily harm to you

and everybody you love.

If they don't get all
that is owed to them.

That is who I am, Keenan Milhouse.

- How the fuck you get this number?

- How do you think?

Your business partner, Israel.

- Yo, I can't really talk right now,

so how about you give me your number

and I'll call you tomorrow?

- You may not be alive that long.

So unfortunately, it
looks like we're going

to have this discussion
right here, at 7-11.

Don't even think about driving away

or you will be shot dead on command.

Fuck!

Yeah?

- If you hang up on me
again, you are worm food.

Understood?

- All right, man, what's up?

- As you may or may not know,

your business partner is
currently incarcerated

across state lines.
And by being an idiot

and getting himself busted,

he took with him a mini
fortune's worth of our shit.

More specifically, my shit.

Not only that, but he has been denied bail

and is being extradited
back to New York City,

where he has a number of open cases.

We may never hear from him again.

- Izzy has to cover
his own ass, all right?

- You're a funny man, Keenan.

You're a very funny man.

- Seriously, whoever the fuck you are,

I don't have that kind
of capital right now,

so we have to work some shit out.

- That is good to hear.

I am glad that you were
willing to work something out,

as that is precisely the reason
we are talking right now.

- All right, let's hear it.

- Here is what is going to happen.

You will be given an assignment

that is to be completed within the hour

and the terms of this
assignment are non-negotiable.

Are we clear on the assignment?

- Actually, I see a picture
and an address, nothing else.

Yo, you can't be fucking serious!

He could be somebody,
like fucking important!

- I can assure you, he is not,

but who he is should not matter to you,

just handle business and
you will have nothing

to worry about.

Your mark is getting on a plane tonight.

So there will be a car service

picking him up from his home

and driving him to LAX at 11:00 PM.

It is imperative that he
does not reach the airport.

- Nah, can't do it, bro.

Sorry.

- I like how Mimi wore her hair today.

It almost reminded me of my sister.

I also hear she's preparing
to take the bar exam.

In my opinion, this girl is way too good

for a scumbag like you.

And it would be shameful if
she were to die because of you.

- So I do this and we're good?

- If you are successful,

you will live to see
at least one more day.

I can't promise you anything else.

You have 40 minutes.

- Finally showed up, huh?

Actually I was getting
a little bit worried.

- Don't fucking move!

- All right, take it easy, kid.

I ain't going to move.

I just feel a little
insulted here.

Tell me, kid, how much
are they commissioning you

for tonight's work, huh, Picaso?

How much is the life of
a B-movie producer worth?

I got to know before I check out of here.

Come on, tell me before--

- Stop fucking talking!

- All right, okay.

All right, take it easy.

Please tell me that you're
not indebted to these fucks

and that's why you're doing this.

Because if you are, Jesus Christ, kid

you have no fucking
idea how bad you're fucked.

Let me tell you something

once you get involved with these people,

there's no fucking way out,
don't you understand that?

Trust me, I know.

And I look at you and I think,

that's me back in the 80s!

You remind me of me.

When cocaine was hot shit

and I was peddling it all over town.

I ended up owing the same people

that you worked for money too.

But I made a deal, just like
I'm sure you made a deal.

But the only difference,
kid, I'm an asset.

I make pictures.

Okay, they're fucking terrible,

but what do you bring to the table?

What's the value of your brain?

Let me tell you something kid,

I made more fucking
money for these assholes,

than you could make in
a million fucking years.

And look what's gonna happen to me.

Now ask yourself a question, kid,

what do you think is gonna
happen to you eventually?

- Make another sound
old man I swear to God,

I'm gonna fucking--

- What are you gonna do, kill me?

Ain't I already dead?

Can't you see what's going on here, kid?

I'm just trying to impart
a little bit of wisdom

before I fucking--

- Well, it's about fucking time!

- Yo, I'm on my way home now.

- Good! Because you have some
major fucking explaining to do!

And you owe me Pho anytime I want

for at least a month.

- Yo, listen!

- Hello?

Keenan?

- Yo, have you noticed
any abnormal activity

around the building?
Like some sketchy looking
gangster types, lurking?

- You know what? Actually...

Yup, they're still there.

- Who's still there?

- These creepers, they've been parked

across the street the whole day.

They've left and come
back a couple of times.

Definitely not feeling their energy.

- Yo, don't go anywhere near
that fucking car, all right?

Stay in the fucking apartment.

- Keenan, What the fuck is going on?

- I'll explain when I get home

and if anything weird happens,
you call me right away!

Aww, shit.

- Keenan, what the fuck?

- Good morning, Mr Milhouse.

You'll be here a while.

- Hi, Chester.

- I just want to know
whose phone I'm using.

- Chester, my name is Chester.

- Chester.

- I am Special Agent Merchant.

Violent crimes. Narcotics.
Cyber terrorism.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Young lady behind me is my trainee.

Tops in her class.

I believe you two have already met.

No?

So, can I get you anything?

The PB and J is exceptional here!

- How'd I end up in the infirmary?

- You got a little testy
with some of the guards

a couple of weeks back.

Messed you up real bad.

- A couple of weeks?

How long have I been in here?

- 28 days.

- First thing's first. Mr. Milhouse,

I actually want to commend
you for not being typical

of this generation. With
most anybody nowadays,

you can uncover
pretty much anything

you need to know about
them in 30 seconds.

Their entire history.

But you, Mr. Milhouse, are different.

Wait, you have no
smartphone, no YouTube videos

of you punching yourself in the face

or any of that viral dumb shit.

No digital footprint whatsoever.

Even a thorough background
scan with all of our resources,

only pulls up fragments
of you here and there.

It's like.... you don't exist.

Which is precisely how you ended up

on our radar to begin with.

By being a ghost.

You are a prime example
of why "People To People"

had to be initiated.

So that viruses like you
couldn't lie dormant any longer.

- Viruses like me, huh?

- I'm sure that you
understand the severity

of the situation you're in.

You are looking at a
myriad of federal charges,

the sum total of which, is well beyond

any of the years that we
have left on this planet.

So in other words, Mr. Milhouse,

your life is theoretically over.

- You still haven't told me.

- I haven't told you what?

- You still haven't told me
what I'm being charged with.

- I'll let your lawyer
explain that to you.

But... that may not even be necessary.

Today could be your
lucky day, Mr. Milhouse.

If you let be.

- It's so good to have you back.

Those assholes wouldn't
let me see you in there

for some reason, I don't
know what that was about.

And what's the deal with this?

Does it hurt?

Here, let me see.

What's wrong?

What the hell?

- Dude, it's time to see a doctor.

There's probably too
much acid in your blood.

What did they feed you in there?

- Close the door.

- Dear God, can you make me
a fucking bird already!

Hey dude!

You alive over there?

If you are alive dude, don't
eat that mountain of green shit.

Everything in here can kill you,

the food, the water, the
people, even the fucking air.

Why do you think the
CO's wear those masks?

Do you even know where
the fuck you landed?

I'm willing to bet you were so doped up

when they brought you in,

you don't even remember
the last 24 hours do you?

Do you remember riding on a bus?

An old clunky bus with
bright red lights in front?

Of course you don't, dude!

It's all part of their fucked up game.

The one where they pump your veins

full of "god knows what"

and give you a one-way ticket to hell.

- I'm gonna stab you in
the eye with a fucking fork!

- Where the fuck am I?

- You're on the "Mount Olympus", dude.

- Where?

- Olympio Federal, aka,

the underground prison, maximum security.

Located in Nowhere, USA!

You made it to the bottom
of the fucking earth! Congrats!

- Underground prison?

What the fuck?

- You've officially been flushed.

How does it make you feel?

Used, abandoned, all of the above?

The majority of the
population on the outside

doesn't know this place exists.

It's where they bury people

that "they" don't want around anymore.

For whatever reason.

- I hear there's even an
entire wing full of aliens.

- Let me guess, you got arrested

with a bunch of dope on you
that you thought was legal,

because of the new drug laws, right?

And once you're in Olympio
that's the end of life as you know it.

- No parole. No release date.

- Not even a goddamn presidential
pardon can free you from this shithole.

Do you want to know why you didn't
have an arraignment? Bond hearring?

Or fair trial by jury of your peers?

- Why not?

- This new left neo-liberal
globalist agenda,

that's trying its hardest
to put the final nail

in the coffin of our once great nation.

And we can't let that happen
without military action!

- Amen to that!

- These anti-male, anti-white,
anti-American libtards,

would actually lead you people to believe,

that our country would
have been better off

if that crooked lady got
elected back in 2016.

I mean, seriously.

I mean, it's bad enough that
we had that smooth talking

African-born terrorist
sympathizer in the White House

for all those fucking years.

- And we've spent the
last how many years

cleaning up that mess?

- And the Zionist occupied mass
media that preys on your fears

and uses their own sense of twisted

self-righteous morality, against you.

And they'll do things like,

just to exploit the deaths of children

to manipulate you into giving
up your rights to bear arms.

So you can't protect
yourself or your loved ones.

They aim to stop our
mobility and take away

our God given American
birth right to free speech,

while they spread their lies.

First, it was collusion,
then we had obstruction.

Our 45th president was under
attack from day fucking one!

You know, Mueller and
the rest of those traders

should be fucking castrated!

- God only knows what's
in store for America.

- These snowflakes are so hell-bent

on taking every last drop
of dignity our country had

and willingly whoring
it over to any refugee

with a brood of seven, sneaking
over in the dark of night,

lying and wait to take your job,

your house and your fucking life from you.

This war is coming people and
I'm not talking about some

goddamn race war, okay?

I'm talking about World War fucking three!

And that's our fucking show.

Until next time, on the Soaring Eagle.

- Our streams are down, like, way down.

- We've hit the proverbial wall.

- Has our audience lost faith in us?

- They think we're all
talk, that's for sure.

Our message is extreme and
we're not aggressive enough.

- So what are we going to do?

How do we make them believe again?

- I think Ben should run for local office,

that would be a huge power play.

- We live in the most liberal city

in the most liberal
state in America, Hailey,

did you forget that?

- Yeah, but there are plenty
of people like us here.

People that are sick and tired

of being sick and tired of the liberals.

- Political pageantry
isn't going to cut it,

we need to send a violent message

in the name of the movement.

- We can start by killing rappers.

- Rappers Dirk?

What the fuck for?

- For influencing the
youth to be fucking idiots!

And drug addicts! And
their blatant disrespect

for all womankind!

- Except that their jungle noise

does more harm to their
own people than to ours.

That's the thing about "the blacks",

they're self-destructive.

Like the homeboy who
lives next door to us.

I mean, he's just a fucking waste of life.

- Yeah, I feel sorry for his girlfriend.

- And I tried being cool
with that dickhead, didn't I?

But not anymore, man.

Fuck that guy!

He's in for a rude awakening!
- Yes! Yeah fuck that motherfucker man!

- What is it, Keenan?

What the hell are you doing right now?

What the fuck is your
problem, dude, seriously?

Where you going?
The pizza's gonna be here any minute.

- Keenan's energy has
just been completely off

and it's affecting literally everything.

I can't even study right now.

- It's this New Moon we're under,

we need to go crystal shopping ASAP.

- I don't know, but Keenan has definitely

not been himself since he's been home.

And he's not talking about
what happened to him inside.

- You think that maybe
they zapped his brain

while he was locked up?

- Like a lobotomy?

- I saw this post last night on Instagram

that seriously fucked me up.

- And tell me it wasn't any of those

conspiracy meme pages you follow.

- One of my friends re posted it

from a respectable news outlet

if you must know.

- Whatever.

What was the post?

- It was linked to this article

about the alleged cruel
and unusual punishment,

that's been going down since
these new drug laws passed.

They've been doing all
this gnarly shit to inmates

in federal facilities
without their consent!

Like, infecting them with
diseases and other ridiculousness!

- No fucking way.

I refuse to believe that.

- You need to wake the fuck up Mimi!

There's a war going on out there

that none of us are safe from!

You even said yourself, they
wouldn't let you visit him

when he was locked up.

Just imagine all that could have happened.

- He wasn't in there for that long.

But if there's even an ounce of truth

to what you were saying,

there is going to be
major fucking hell to pay

to a whole lot of people
when I pass the bar!

Because the shit storm that
I'm going to rain down on them,

is gonna be fucking monumental!

We will take down at the city, the state,

the fucking Department of Corrections,

the fucking White House if we have to!

Who is it?

Stella, I'll call you back,
someone's at the door.

Actually, stay on the line,

I'm a little freaked out right now.

- Why?

What's happening?

Mimi, I'm coming over there
and I'm bringing my 22 caliber!

- It's okay, Stella, hold on.

- Mimi, right?

- Sorry, I don't believe we've met.

- Nah, I'm one of Keenan's friends.

Heard he got out recently.

Is he around?

How long has he been out?

Of jail, that is.

- Who the fuck are you, dude?

- I'll try callin' him again.

Thanks though.

- Mimi?

Hello, Mimi, are you there?

- I don't know what makes you think

you can come home whenever
the fuck you want?

What, so you're just gonna act like--

You have to tell me what
you remember about prison.

- Don't eat that mountain of green shit!

Don't eat that mountain of green shit!

- Dude! You good over there?

It's the water dude!
I told you it was spiked!

Now you're having projections.

- It feels like my fucking
head is in a fucking vice!

Open the fucking door!

Let me the fuck out of here!

Open the fucking door!

Let me fucking out of here!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

What now, huh!

Keep talking!

Told you to shut up!

- Not so tough now are you?

- That'll keep you quiet.

- What now you little bitch?

This is what happens
when you talk too much!

-Let's get outta here. Save
the government some money.

- Fuck!

Feels like my fucking
head is in a fucking vice!

- The madness is only beginning, dude,

I hate to break it to you.

Hey, dude, there might be some sun

at the end of this shit storm.

- What the fuck you talking about?

- I mean I might have
found a way outta here.

- Can I ask you something?

- What the fuck is your problem?

I mean, where did you
get the fucking balls?

You, you, walk around here,
like you own the fucking world!

And you shit on me every time
I offer up a gesture of peace!

And in all honesty, dude,

I should've stomped a fucking mud hole

in your head a long time ago.

I swear to God, man.

I swear to fucking God, if you ever

come banging on my door again.

I mean, if you say anything,
if you do anything,

if you even look at me fucked up,

I am gonna fucking kill you!

Understand?

I'm gonna take this tiny
little head of yours

and bash it in with a fucking hammer,

and that's gonna be the end of you!

Fuck you, dude!

Fuck your whole fucking life!

- God I slept way too long.

Now I'm gonna be up all night.

I think I'm gonna cook
something before I start studying.

What are you in the mood for?

What in the fuck?

Keenan!

Please tell me you did
not eat my fucking book!

Are you a fucking German Shepard?

What the...

Oh my God!

I knew it!

I fucking knew it!

- Yo, yo, yo!

- Who the fuck invited you in?

- Chill, shawty, you
left your door unlocked.

Not a good way to keep people out.

My man, Keenan!

What's good?

Long time no hear from...

Everything cool?

Let's take a ride.

- I've been trying to holla at you, man,

but you straight ghosted me.

Matter of fact, the last time we
was on the phone together

you hung up on me.

What's up with that?

You know the judge threw
out my gun charge in Vegas.

Threw it out.

Magical.

Heard the feds had your ass too.

I heard that you ain't
even have visitation,

but somehow you got out.

What's up with that Key?

You know what's wild man?

Your girl is so loyal.

I dig that.

I had a girl too, but she snitched on me.

Ain't that crazy?

You know what's even crazier than that?

Those motherfuckers that we work for, man,

these foreigners, lord, they some
cold blooded motherfuckers.

These the kind of motherfuckers,

if you do something for 'em,

then they own you.

And I know you did something
for 'em before you went in.

I dig that you did what you had to do,

you ain't really all had no choice.

They would've raped your
girl, made you watch,

killed her, killed you brutally

probably would've cut both
of your heads off.

Might of even castrated your ass.

Man.

At the end of the day, man,

both of us saw big money
opportunity and we took it.

It's too bad that they
sent me to kill you.

- We've got to investigate the trailer.

It's most likely abandoned.

- Abandoned?

Fuck, no, man! For all we know

Walter White's in there cooking
with an AR 15 on the stove.

- Yeah I think we should just.

leave it alone and keep moving.

- Dudes, we've got to start
taking our fucking chances.

We need food and water,

change of clothes would be nice too.

You act like it's a fucking Airbnb.

At the very least
there's some off the grid

doomsday prepper in there,

who doesn't want to be fucked with.

We also just escaped from prison
or did you fucking forget?

We don't know how far away
from civilization we are.

We don't even know what
fucking state we're in.

In just a few short hours,
that high-desert sun

is gonna be beating down on us.

We're gonna be on a fast
track to dying of thirst.

- Fuck! You got a point.

- Let's all go check it out then together.

- It'd be better if we send in a probe,

that way we can see if there's movement

from our vantage point.

- Fuck it, rock, paper, scissors!

Fuck me!

- In case I get killed, my name was Keenan.

- I'm Patrick.

- And I'm Patrick.

- How the fuck are both
of your names Patrick?

- He's gonna get killed
- For sure.

- Holy shit!

- How come you two failed to mention

you've been brothers this whole time?

- Brothers?

Do we look like fucking brothers to you?

- You two are fucking identical twins.

- Wrong again, genius.

This fucker's a variant,
like "Blade Runner".

They're called, Replicants
in "Blade Runner",

you fucking mongoloid.

- Gargle gas, you science project!

- This fucker is the variant, not me!

- I don't know what a variant is.

- It's a genetically
modified human organism.

- Wait, hold up, variant?

- Why you sound so surprised?

- Because I am fucking surprised!

- Why do you think they
sent you to Olympio

in the first place?

That's where they send all the viruses

that they deem glitches
in the United States

of the fucking Matrix!

- That's the game they play.

Lock you up, swallow the key.

Send some Frankenstein schizoid version
of you out in the world in your place.

- All while they play
sick little sadistic games

with the actual you.

- It's like electric shock therapy.

- Only like a zillion
times more fucked up!

- So, the rapper, "Fuck The World".

- A total fucking variant.

- And it's no coincidence,
that shitty ass song

blew up the way it did.

They made sure their prodcut
got all the promo it needed.

- Their product?

- Where do you think Blue
Heaven even came from?

Who created it?

I hear it makes black men styrile.

Blue Heaven is what they caught you with

when they brought you in, huh, Keenan?

- Yo, how the fuck are they
able to get away with this shit?

- Who's gonna stop 'em?

You?

- This is bigger than Olympio Prison.

- It's bigger than America.

- There's a war going on outside

that none of us are fucking safe from.

- New World Order.

Get down or lay down.

It's the law of the land.

- All right, so you're
telling me it's possible

they sent some fucking
variant home in my place?

- Most likely.

- I can only imagine what Courtney

is going through without me.

- You mean without me.

Dip shit.

- Fuck off!

Courtney is my girl!

You don't even know anything about her.

- Why don't you try me then, asshole?

- What's her mom's name?

- Katie.

- What's your stepdad's name?

- Gary.

- What's her middle name?

- She doesn't have one, idiot.

- What's her dog's name?

- Mowgli.

- What's her favorite TV show?

- Used to be "Game Of Thrones".

- What's her favorite movie?

- All the "Harry Potter" films.

- What's she allergic to?

- You!

- Your a fucking disease!

- Fuck you!

That's the mother of my future kids

you're talking about.

- How?

I already knocked her up.

- Fuck!

- Hey, where you going?

Fucking pussy.

- They deliberately forgot
that God made the heavens

long ago by the word of his command.

Then he used the water to
destroy the ancient world

with a mighty flood.

And by the same word, the
present heavens and earth

have been stored up for fire.

They are kept for the day of judgment,

when the ungodly
people will be destroyed!

Hello, stranger.

- Hello.

- Would you like to sit up front?

- Okay.

- So tell me, stranger,
who are you exactly?

- I knew who I was this morning,

but I've changed a few times since then.

- Like, "Alice In Wonderland".

So the better question might have been,

what are you exactly?

- I don't know.

- How do you not know by now?

- I'm Keenan Milhouse.

If I'm not Keenan Millhouse, who am I?

- I don't know who or
what you are exactly,

but I do know where you are going.

- Where am I going?

- To hell!

Put down the gun!

Put down the gun!

Put down the--

- Good morning, Mr. Milhouse.

- Good morning, Mr. Milhouse.