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I don't know.

At this point I don't know...

If it's a minute or an hour.

Where's Charly?

Hey did...

Where's Charly?

She... she went down the hall

to see what she could find.

You let her go out on her own?

Like I was going to stop her?

You idiot. An idiot.

She, hey, she specifically

said for you to stay here.

Well, that's not

going to happen.

Come on, Venus.

Give me a f***ing break.

Excuse me for asking father, but what exactly

is the protocol if we have a survivor?

Doom-head has never failed us.

He will deliver, as expected.

I mean no disrespect,

but that was not the question.

I suggest you make sure your

final wagers are in order.

Lovely thank you,

darling, thank you.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Right, my wager.

Five million.

I respectfully decline.

I am out.

Oh, of course you are. Playing with the

big boys isn't everyone's cup of tea.

I will take that bet.

And double it.

All right, now we have ourselves

a game. So let us continue.

You smell that?

Go on, smell it.

I didn't yank my crusty old dong

out of some whore's a**hole

for a quickie wham, bam,

thank you ma'am,

I came to get down and dirty,

oh yeah.

Please...

Let them live.

What is it about me

that gives you

some impression that

I would spare them?

Huh? Huh?

'Cause if that's the case then I really got

to work on my person to person demeanor.

Unfortunately, those other fools and idiots

gave you the most worthless feeling.

And that feeling is hope.

The unicorn alive shitting the magic

rainbow, it's but an illusion.

Life is nothing but the stinking filthy

boneyard of dead rotting tramps, huh?

Did you see Venus?

What are you talking about, man,

I left her here with you.

F*** me.

Attention, attention.

Three hours and four minutes,

oh, how time flies.

Victorious warriors win first

then go to war.

While defeated warriors, they go

to war first then seek to win.

Which are you?

I'm a gentle man of war.

So I'll give you a moment of peace and

tranquility with your fallen comrade.

Oh, by the way,

the doors to the outside

world are now officially open.

Feel free to wander the grounds.

Come on, let's go.

It's a f***ing dead end.

A goddamn dead end.

Damn.

- Oh.

- What's this?

This, this, this.

This is f***ing it.

Help me, help me. This is it.

- Come on.

- It's rising.

Come on. Help me.

What do you think?

It's your best chance.

You mean our best chance.

No, I don't,

I can't get down there.

After everything this

is where you bail on me?

No, this sh*t isn't over.

I can't get down there. I can't.

You can.

Oh f***, he's coming.

Get in there.

I'll hold him off as

long as I can.

Wait, I'm not leaving.

F***ing go.

I'm not leaving without you.

Get the f*** down there.

Shut the f*** up.

Get the f*** in there.

Stupid b*tch get in there.

Shut the f*** up

and get down there.

Get the f*** in there.

At least I get to die

in the fresh air.

Hey f*** head!

Get over here!

Get the f*** over here,

f*** head!

You trying to fight me

or f*** me?

F***.

Number five...

Boo.

In moments of great

accomplishment such as this,

I feel the need to celebrate.

I found that the best of times happens exactly

at the point we lose track of them. Hmm?

We must train ourselves to extend

the moment and learn to live.

Smoke in times of rest is a great

companion to the solitary soldier.

You know who said that?

Huh?

Do you know said that?

Do you really think

I give a f***?

It was everyone's favorite

revolutionary Marxist, Che Guevara.

Except, I think

he smoked a pipe.

I always thought I'd appear

rather pretentious with a pipe.

Look in to the eyes

of a true champion.

Look.

Huh? Look in to the eyes

of a true champion.

Look in to the eyes

of a true champion.

Look in to the eyes

of a true champion.

Look in to the eyes

of a true champion.

- Aww, shh...

That's a good girl.

It's all okay.

Shh.

Catch your breath.

Catch your breath, it's okay.

It's okay.

There you go.

Relax, little girl.

Well, well, well,

shall we do this

white chapel style, then?

Bloody red tears,

my dear Mary Kelly.

I have to say I do respect you.

But, um, it's time to die.

Weapons down. Weapons down.

Motherf***er!

31 has come to an end.

You lucky f***ing

dirty little c*nt.

It seems the unthinkable

has happened.

We have a winner.

What exactly will

you do with her?

I'm going to have to get

back to you on that one.

Thank you for another

exciting year of 31.

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