Well, maybe,
but Ads could have figured a way around it other than outing Waller on TV.
She's just trying to help.
I know.
What are you doing?
Making art.
You know, you never really struck me as the artistic type.
Well, I've never been until now, but, you know.
Okay, what is it?
It is your face.
It's a box with two dots.
But your face is a box with two dots.
Stupid.
Hey, you know this song?
You think I know this song, Chris?
Yeah, sorry, I forgot.
You were too busy assembling automatic weapons behind your back...
While normal people were listening to the radio.
Well, in 1999, the song "Someone Special"
came out from the Swedish band Hardcore Superstar.
Revolutionized the new sleaze rock movement.
- New sleaze rock? - Yeah.
It's what Mozart would be playing if he was still alive today.
Sure.
Maybe you
Want it too...
Oh my God.
Maybe you
Oh my God!
'Cause I don't want to be the one
To send you away
Someday you're gonna be someone special
Oh my God. Stop.
All the places we've been
All the places we've seen
Why are you so embarrassed about being someone special, Harcourt?
I am no one special, okay? Believe me.
I think you are.
Shut up, Chris.
For real.
I don't want to be anyone special, okay?
I just-- I want my job back, and Ads fucked that up.
And you're definitely special 'cause...
You know, you have a box head.
Brutal!
Here's your drinks, folks.
Maeve, thank you so much.
What are you doing?
What do you mean? I don't want to keep bothering Maeve.
- Jesus. - Yeah, right?
Let's dance.
To Maeve! Right on!
- All right. - All right.
Here we go. Down the hatch.
- To Maeve! - Hey!
Bring it in. Group hug.
Group hug. Group hug. Group hug.
Goddamn. Hey, baby. Shit.
- What was that, Yosemite Sam? - All right, geez.
I was just giving you a compliment.
Hey, fuck you, you fucking freckly fuck!
Hey, my mama taught me
to be proud of my freckles, okay?
Girl.
Yeah, well, your mother's a fucking whore!
- What the fuck did you say? - Hey, hey, yo, yo. It's cool. It's cool.
All right? It's cool. All right?
Yeah, we-- we-- we're cool. I... Look, I'm sorry, bro.
- I didn't mean anything by it. I just-- - Good.
Just keep your mouth shut and get inside, okay, bro?
Ye-- ye-- yes, sir.
Have a wonderful night.
What, you think you're fucking protecting me?
No, I'm protecting him.
Come on.
We're having a good night, right?
Look at the moon. Look at the stars.
You're gonna give all this shit up to go beat up some fucking loser?
Whose mom, might I add,
taught him to be proud of his freckles.
Yeah, that was...
Very strange.
- Yeah. - It's not right.
- Okay. - Okay?
Yeah, okay.
Okay. Jesus!
Holy shit.
I feel like we just witnessed a miracle.
Yeah. Well, don't get used to it.
I'm just saying, you could be nicer to him.
- Me? - Yeah.
- Are you nice to him? - No.
I-- But, you know, Adrian doesn't give a fuck about me.
His whole world revolves around you.
That's weird.
Yeah, it's weird.
But... Look, I'm probably only saying this because I'm buzzed,
but it's also a little sweet.
Is he in love with you?
No.
His older brother just really wasn't good to him, you know?
He's trying to fit in.
What?
I just hate admitting you were right.
God, I'm glad we came.
I can't believe I've never been down here.
Yeah. It's the best place in Evergreen.
- Shit. - What? What?
- Oh my God. - What?
- Harcourt, we have to go. - Come on.
- You're kidding me. Really? - No, no, no, please.
- No. - Please, please.
- They're the most underrated ever. - No!
- Check it out. - No!
- No, I hate boats! - We'll stay for a few songs.
- Come on! - No!
List of people here who want to visit.
You good with everyone?
No, I don't want to see anyone.
Why?
The reason's important to you, Durwitz?
Well, it's just unusual for prisoners to deny visitors, that's all.
Maybe because I'm the angel of fucking death.
Okay? Maybe that's it.
You're the angel of death?
Okay.
Hey, we got the freakin' death angel here.
Door 28, locked.
Door four, locked.
Supply rack with various weapons.
Photographing now.
This is some crazy, magical shit.
Yep.
What does Flag want us to find in here?
Don't know. He won't say.
Everything stable, Hap?
Seems to be.
This tech is so far beyond anything we know terrestrially.
- It's bananas. - Yeah.
We're going to find what we need in there.
I really believe it.
And then everything we talked about is gonna come to fruition.
What's your status, Economos?
There's no fucking status.
Even this close,
as soon as they walk through that doorway,
voice contact's gone
and their GPS trackers
pop out of range.
Seems kind of fucking reckless, actually.
You know, your attitude's a little fucking reckless.
Your boyfriend's a dickhead.
He's not my boyfriend.
He's not your boyfriend?
Door 21 is locked!
Now, this stripper is not exactly a looker,
you know what I'm saying, blondie?
On a scale of one to ten,
she's a fucking scared cat emoji.
But fucking Kewpie, he don't care. He's drunk as fuck.
Dude, will you shut the fuck up about this?
He's sitting on the edge of the stage,
just staring at this fuckin' Mothra, like,
with these big Pepé Le Pew
heart-shaped eyes popping out of his skull.
Dude, you know they record this shit, right?
Well, that's great, man.
You know, blondie can enjoy it now,
and who's ever listening can enjoy it later.
HR will love it.
And the stripper sees this, right?
'Cause she is trained in the art of seeing easy money.
And she start crawling all the way across the stage to Kewpie.
And then she grabs his face,
and she puts it right between those big,
ginormous fucking titties of hers.
He starts... He starts motorboating those bitches.
Harcourt, will you tell him to shut the fuck up about this?
Stupidly, now I need to know where this is going.
- God. - And so, he starts moaning,
just going...
And I'm thinking,
"Did he just jizz in his pants?"
He just got quiet.
And then, all of a sudden, he just goes...
And he hurls all over Mothra's titties.
All over the stage,
- all over the dollar bills. - I changed my mind.
I want to go back in time and not hear it.
Dude, you're a dick for having to tell everyone that story.
Yeah, he's the dick, Kline.
You threw up on a stripper.
Somebody fucking roofied me or something!
Team three, door 22.
General?
Lex's notes on what you all found yesterday.
Great, great. Thanks, Otis.
- Everything good? - Everything's good.
Shit.
Door 22, unlocked!
Door 22 is unlocked!
Fuck, yes!
We're heading into door 22. Hold off on the other doors.
Temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit.
Seventy-nine percent humidity.
Gravity is commensurate with Earth.
What the fuck?
Retreat!
Pull! Titties, pull!
Pull!
Pull! Fucking pull!
Go! Go, go, go!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Get it open!
Fleury!
Come on! Come on!
Go, go, go!
Fuck!
Fucking shit, fuck! What the fuck?
- What happened? - He's fucking dead.
Kline, his face got eaten off by nightmare shit.
What are you sending us into?
Well, I thought we were doing this to prevent some kind of Metropolis rift,
but now I'm scared we're actually gonna fucking create it.
I mean, we are blindly going into these universes
with technologies and physics
that are mind-bogglingly different than our own.
And fucking Flag,
he's running everything past his new BFF,
Lex Luthor, of all people.
- Did you know that? - Yeah.
I mean, half the people fucking working with us
- worked for Luthor. - I know.
That creep, Happersen, and then that McCoy chick,
and fucking even Otis.
Otis seems all right.
I don't know.
I mean, do we even know what we're looking for?
They told us a million times, John.
Someplace safe to breathe with a food and water supply.
- Yeah. - Someplace uninhabited.
Yeah, I know that, but for what?
I don't know. Something that's worth it to the U.S. government
because it has to be costing them tens of millions of dollars.
Flag's able to okay a budget that big?
Not without approval from the Secretary of Defense.
Yeah, so I don't know what it's for.
Environmental reasons, I guess.
Resources, new ground for overpopulation.
What?
When has anything we've ever done
actually been for the good of the people?
Dude.
Here he is.
He's been depressed since Peacemaker went to jail.
He keeps hiding.
Chris hasn't let you visit him yet, has he?
No. You?
I'm afraid seeing his brother almost killed
in front of him again, like,
fucked him up on an elemental level.
Where the fuck are you going now?
I'm gonna get some lunch meat to try and lure Eagly out of there.
All that processed food can't be good for him, John.
Adrian, honey? Are you in there?
Jesus Christ, Mom! Get off my nuts!
I thought I told you I needed some fucking privacy.
Yes, dear, but your friend is here.
My friend?
What kind of fucking friend, Mom?
- Lee is her name. - Lee?
Jesus, Mom, we call her "Ads" or "Adebayo."
Why can't you get the most simplest shit right?
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Ads.
It's okay. You can call me Lee.
My wife calls me Lee.
Well, I guess if you guys give each other cunnilingus,
then you can call her Lee.
Great, now I have you guys eating each other's pussies in my head.
Adrian, you're really mean to your mom, dude.
Good.
You okay?
Yeah, just getting really far Princess Peach: Showtime!
And it's not easy just because it's about a girl.
Yeah, well, could you put it down for a second so we can talk?
Okay, fine.
We gotta help Chris.
He's fucking broken.
Peacemaker doesn't break, Ads.
This is all part of some larger plan,
I'm sure, so don't...
Don't say that, okay?
Okay, but we need to bail him out of prison.
He's got a court date in three months, and he needs a lawyer.
He's already got a lawyer.
His name is Jeff, and he smells like peppermint schnapps,
- and baby powder, and burps. - Jeff is a public defender,
and I think he has some private demons
that he needs to be dealing with.
Adrian, we need the money down here
to hire a capable lawyer.
This is blood money, Ads. This is blood money.
It comes from drug dealers and gangsters and human traffickers.
It was blood money.
But now, it's just money.
And it's just sitting here.
Blood money will put a curse
upon all of us and our descendants.
No, it won't.
Look, if you want to help Peacemaker get out,
- you should do a prison break. - We're not doing a prison break.
Okay, well, then you threaten the judge's family.
What part of you thinks you're one of the good guys, Adrian?
- All parts of me. - We're not doing-- threatening--
Okay, so then it's back to breakout.
That's the one I wanted to do anyway, so...
No, fuck.
Adrian...
You know...
I guess I'm just really disappointed.
Why?
I guess I'm just better friends with Chris
- than you, that's all. - What?
No fucking way.
That's crazy.
Yeah, that's what I would have thought,
but I'm willing to possibly take on a blood curse
to help Chris, and you're just not.
That's hilarious.
That-- I'm tickled.
I would totally take on a blood curse for him.
I would just rather kill the judge's family.
Well, I've just overestimated the depth of your friendship, I guess.
Adrian...
Take something bad
and make something good out of it.
Fine.
While we're doing this, why don't you at least quiz me on manta rays?
No!
"Manta" means "blanket" in Spanish.
- I don't care about manta rays. - That's just stupid.
They're beautiful and innocent underwater miracles.
They're mostly flat.
You know what else is a miracle?
Your mother, and you need to treat her better.
- Fuck her. - Really?
Hey, Angel of Death, you're free to go.
- What? How? - You made bail.
Who paid?
Leota Ab-- Aba-- Databa-- Babadayo.
Well, I don't want to fucking go. Just give her the money back.
That's not how it works.
What do you think, this is a Holiday Inn? Get out of here.
Giant worm.
Dude!
I'm just here to get Eagly, John.
I gotta go. I'm leaving town.
- So, you just let him go? - What was I gonna do?
- Tackle him? - Yeah, of course, dude.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I went by his house.
It was cleared out. He wasn't there.
I went by the retro video arcade. He wasn't there either.
He hangs out at a video arcade?
No, I wanted to play Frogger. Dude, what is your damage today?
So, he's on the run?
Can't you track him with that chip in his head?
John and I have had our clearance
with anything Peacemaker-related rescinded, so no.
Where the fuck could he be?
I'm late for work.
Don't eat all my food, Adrian.
Let's go! It’s you, baby! It’s all you!
No!
Yeah!
Hold on. We need help!
What the fuck?
This is good.
This is it. This is it. We got it.
Got what exactly, General? Sorry, I mean Rick.
What?
You wanted me to call you Rick, not General.
Yeah, right. Right.
What's it for?
This is great work, Emilia.
Really great work. We'll take it from here.
We got it. We got it. This is what we need.
- It's better than we thought. - Look through this.
That's exactly what we want.
We call the planet Salvation.
And while Bordeaux here and her team found the location,
Otis here and his team discovered a way
to contract the journey so we can move directly
from our doorway to the doorway in the new planet
without ever going through QUC.
So, on-- on Salvation, that's...
That's where we build the prison?
No, no, Mr. Secretary.
Salvation is the prison.
We could move the doorway every time we come in and out.
The prisoners never know where we're coming from,
- and nobody could ever come back. - And...
We're talking just metahumans, right?
Yeah, most likely.
I haven't outlined all the parameters.
I'm still dealing with it from a...
A legal standpoint.
Okay, so I'm looking at a planet
with a lot of natural resources, moderate temperatures,
seas, lakes.
This doesn't exactly sound like a punishment.
I don't care about punishment, Mr. Secretary.
I don't. What I care about is removing dangerous individuals
from our fucking planet forever.
Keeping American people safe.
Arkham and Belle Reve,
they're not capable of holding individuals who have extraordinary abilities.
They're not.
Every single month, someone escapes.
No one...
Will escape Salvation. I promise.
I gotta say, Rick...
You've come a long way from lambasting Luthor
in this room a month ago
to now being the one
to proactively implement his plans.
I do not like the guy,
but he is the smartest man in the world.
Why not use his brain
to make our world a better place?
Well, this is quite a plan.
That was good stuff.
You fucking crushed it in there, man.
- You’re my goddamn hero. - Good stuff. Good stuff.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You coming to dinner?
No.
I think I'm gonna call it an early night.
Okay.
Well, I'll see you later then, maybe, yeah?
Maybe.
Come on, man, we gotta go celebrate.
This is a fucking great day.
Salvation. It's a game-changer.
What?
What happened to you?
Nothing.
Get something to eat if you're hungry.
- I hear this place is good. - Yeah, it's good.
- You've been here? - Once.
You find Smith?
Okay, listen. I know we didn't start off on the right foot.
But I've seen you out in the field, and I really...
- Respect your work. - Okay.
And?
It's a fucking prison.
- What? - That's what the planet is for.
Rick plans on sending metahuman prisoners there,
someplace they can't get back from.
Forever.
What?
John tried to tell me it wasn't for resources.
No.
It's... Everyone, our friends died for a fucking prison.
You're a metahuman, right?
Yeah, but that's not what this is about.
You could be court-martialed for telling me this, Bordeaux.
Well, what are we gonna do? It wasn't our choice.
Yeah, but they used us.
They used Peacemaker.
So did we!
And I'm starting to think that maybe I...
Shouldn't be spending my life serving this broken system anymore.
This is what we do.
Try living without it for two years like I did,
you find that out.
What else are you gonna do?
Something that's not... this.
I'm just...
I'm thinking.
What?
I think you should meet a friend of mine.
She has... ideas.
Adebayo, this is Sasha Bordeaux.
What a beautiful night for a rock and roll show!
We're gonna do a song off our 2010 album,
Lightning Strikes Twice...
Called "To Get Back to You."
Fucking classic. Yes!
Lost and alone
Yet nobody knows
My magazine smiles kept prying eyes at bay
For days then for years I've shrugged off
Yeah.
All the tears I'd tasted
Pretty good.
I brought down the house A star in this masquerade
I can't find peace of mind
Till you're back
Back in my arms again
I look for your face inside every crowd
I call out your name Just to feel you around
The perfume you wear Is there on my clothes
I hang on each word you send me from home
It's your love that gives me wings
And wind to fly to endless days
And sleepless nights
So I do what I do to get back to you
- I need time - Just need time
To rewind
And reminisce 'Till I can come home to you
I look for your face inside every crowd
I call out your name Just to feel you around
The perfume you wear It’s there on my clothes
I hang on each word You send me from home...
I gotta go.
And wind to fly through endless days
- And sleepless nights - Yeah!
So I do what I do
To get back to you
Hey, Sasha.
Do you have Peacemaker clearance?
Yes, little one.
I miss you. I love you so much.
Yes, I do. You beautiful doggy, you.
Yes.
You wanted to talk?
Yeah.
So?
So...
I know you know that...
My consulting firm hasn't exactly been setting the world on fire.
Right.
And I have something new brewing.
It's a ground effort.
And I think we might have got the finances to back it up.
A business?
Kind of.
Still in the spy arena?
Yeah.
Lee, if you think getting a paycheck
is going to convince me to take you back,
- I'm not-- - I don't.
I'm not here for that.
I'm here to tell you that...
I understand...
Everything.
I'm here to just let you go.
We had a plan.
I had agreed to work for my mother temporarily,
so that we could make some extra cash,
and we could start a business that was ours.
A pet store, Lee,
that sold healthy food,
not being James Bond.
I know. I know!
But sometimes, things take a turn.
Sometimes, you find something true about yourself,
that leads you to someplace you didn't even know you were gonna go.
And I've learned a relationship isn't just about how much you love somebody,
but it's about building a life together where both partners can be happy.
Where your lives, they-- They make each other stronger
and-- and you burn brighter because of it.
And I know
if I have the life that I want
it will kill you.
And I've denied that,
like an idiot.
And if you have the life that you want...
I'm gonna feel trapped.
So, it tears me apart to my bones,
and I will love you for the rest of my days, Key,
but I know we ain't for each other.
I know that too, Lee.
Fuck.
Distract him.
He can see everything I do on his monitor.
Hey--
Hey, Hap. What's up?
What?
Did you watch the Prawns game last night?
There was no game last night.
Fuck you, man.
I didn't ask you, did I? I asked Happersen.
Did you watch the game?
You think Happersen watches football?
If he doesn't, he should have started last night,
'cause it was a good game.
It didn't happen, dumb fuck.
Wonder why nobody likes you.
Plenty of people like me,
and it doesn't even matter if they don't,
'cause God and Jesus
and the Holy...
Ghost like me.
They like all of you, including you, you dumb cunt.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
- I'm choking. - I don't know, man.
Tell a joke or something.
Did you guys hear about the lobster
that went into a bar and...
The bartender was like...
"What the fuck?"
'Cause the--
They... they don't belong in bars,
they belong in the sea.
But even--
But they can live a long-- They live long
like tortoises. Pe--
They-- They're supposed to be immortal...
But they die because their shells stop growing?
That's not a joke, that's just a fact.
They-- They get crushed by their own...
Exoskeletons.
What the fuck?
You are the worst in the world at black ops.
Did I ever say I wasn't?
You could be doing this.
Peacemaker's at a motel on the south side.
I'll call Ads.
Hey, Chris!
Fuck. Sorry, Ads. I gotta go.
Chris, come on!
Fuck!
Dude, please, why are you leaving?
Everybody stop, okay? I'm leaving town.
There's nothing you can--
- Hey, Adrian! - What the fuck?
What are you doing?
Adrian, fuck, what the fuck?
Stop, Adrian, stop!
Got him!
What are you doing, man?
I'm not doing anything.
You guys are forcing me to be here.
We have all tried every day to see you,
and this is how we have to do it?
Just let it go.
We're not letting it go, Chris.
We're not letting it go. You're one of us.
The 11th Street Kids.
You told us yourself on Em's roof
no one will ever break us apart.
I was wrong.
I should have never included myself in that.
- What? - Dude, we're just trying
to figure out what's going on because you're being weird.
Why didn't you want to get out of prison?
Would you guys just look at the big picture?
We're trying to figure that out, Chris.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
I'm fucking cursed.
- What? - Look at me.
We are looking at you.
No, you're not looking at the big fucking picture.
All right? And I'm not being stupid.
Look, we've all learned
that there's, like, magic out there, right?
Over the years, haven't we just learned that there's shit that can't be explained?
- Okay. - Yeah, well, I'm fucking cursed!
You're not cursed, dude.
Ads, my brother was my best friend.
I killed him when I was eight.
All right? I befriended Rick Flag Junior.
I fucking killed him, too.
I killed my own fucking father.
I get to go to an alternative dimension and what's the first thing I do?
I kill my fucking self!
And then I find my father and my brother alive.
Glory be, I fucking kill them, too.
- That's stupid shit. - Fuck off, Ads!
Don't tell me it's stupid, all right?
Everybody around me fucking dies!
Chris, listen to me.
Every time someone around you dies,
it's because you're not listening to yourself!
Your father told you to fight your brother. You did.
Waller told you to kill Rick, and you did.
And you knew you shouldn't have gone to that other world!
Don't tell me you thought, in your heart, that was the right thing to do.
But when you are truly who you are, Chris Smith,
what happens?
Chris, what happens, man?
Nothing.
You touch people, man.
I believe in miracles because of you.
I saw an eagle hug a human.
I know who I am because of you.
And...
When I'm around you...
I feel loved.
You're big and you're stupid,
but I know you love me.
And I don't know if I can say that about anybody else in this world.
Dude, you're my best friend.
I don't wanna do cool shit without you.
And John loves you so much,
he put his self on the line countless times for you,
and he's like the biggest coward who ever existed.
Jesus.
You gotta work that in?
And me, Chris.
You hear me, Chris?
We're tied,
you and I.
All of us.
And we have all been listening to someone else.
To Waller.
To Flag.
To ARGUS.
Fuck them all. Fuck them.
We're gonna do something, Chris.
For us.
And for the world.
We're gonna stand the fuck up.
But we need our boy with us. We need you.
You gonna let us down?
Hey.
What?
Did it mean something?
- What? - The boat.
My God, the boat again.
Did it mean something?
Chris, I told you, okay?
I'm not right in the head.
Emilia, I'm not asking for anything.
I just want to know if it meant something to you at all.
Of course it did,
you fucking asshole. It meant everything.
Yes!
Julian, it's a hungry world
They're gonna eat you alive son, yeah
Oh, Julian when their fangs sink in
I'll stitch you, but then
I gotta throw you back in, oh
You just try and sleep Even though you're alone
You just close your eyes boy And dream of home
The light is always on You just keep that in mind
When you wake in the morning
You'll be satisfied
'Cause there is always
A wrong to your right
And there will always be
A war somewhere to fight
And God knows
I've had some rough fuckin' years
Oh, oh Lord, oh Lord
Keep on keeping on
Julian, I thought I told you this
But I guess I was wrong, yeah, yeah
Oh, Julian, it probably scares you now
In the future it counts
You've got to trust me, trust me, yeah
So lock this song away for a darker day
When you're down on your knees
Screaming, "Oh Lord"
I am always there You just keep that in mind
When you wake in the morning You'll be satisfied
'Cause there is always A wrong to your right
And there will always be
A war somewhere to fight
And God knows I've had Some rough fuckin' years
Oh, oh Lord, oh Lord
Keep on keeping on
- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.
All right. Can spiders fly?
No.
Yes, they can, using electricity.
- What? - Yes, electricity.
They fly off electricity.
Can spiders make milk?
- No. - Yes, they can.
- What? They can make milk? - Yeah.
Do they have udders? How do they do that?
They have little, tiny udders. Yeah, definitely.
You can buy spider milk. You know that, right?
- What? Where? - Yeah, at Whole Foods.
Have you been studying spiders?
Yeah, I know everything there is to know about spiders.
Can spiders regrow lost legs?
- Yes. - You're right.
"Many spiders have the ability to regrow a lost leg
during their molting process."
What is the "molting process"?
That's when...
Like, lava comes out of a volcano and it molts.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause there is always
A wrong to your right
And there will always be
A war somewhere to fight
And God knows I've had Some rough fucking years
Oh, oh Lord, oh Lord
Keep on keeping on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
- Don’t fucking move. - Come here, fucker.
Get him up, boys. Get him up.
- We'll take it from here, boys. - Flag?
What the fuck is this?
The fuck is this, Flag?
Before we move all the metahuman prisoners here,
I thought a little due diligence is required.
See what effect this dimension has on the human body.
I want to thank you for volunteering.
- I didn't volunteer for shit! - What?
- McCoy. - No. It's all here.
This is definitely Christopher Smith's signature.
Yeah.
This is for Ricky.
You piece of shit.
I mean, I-- You know, I haven't obviously gone through the entire file,
but have you guys thought about,
as-- just as a failsafe,
a vaporizing barrier...
Around the... Either the whole planet or a section?
What--
What the fuck is a-- Is a vaporizing barrier?
Like a bug zapper for...
For metahumans, aliens,
- and other pieces of trash. - Are you making this up?
- Are you making this shit up? - No, no.
The Massachusetts truck driver,
did you guys hear about that guy?
He was-- He picked up a hitchhiker.
Why wouldn't he?
If you only saw her titties,
you'd be like, I'll stop too.
Blonde hair. Anyway, he picked her up.
But he made her ride in the back of the truck.
And you're like, "That's weird."
Until Colorado, a cop pulls him over.
The cop's like, "I need to see in the back of your truck."
And he opens it, and it's--
And it's full of dead bodies.
The guy was a serial killer, but...
The cop was like, "Hey, man, you can't do this."
He's like, "I got a permit."
And he show-- showed it to him.
The cop was like, "I guess you're legit."
Looks like someone's got a new fan.
Thank you.
Are we done yet?