The Pentaverate (2022) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
1
[eerie music playing.]
[record scratches.]
["Celebration" by Kool & the Gang playing.]
Yahoo! ♪ This is your celebration ♪ [speaker dings.]
[pilot.]
Our flight to The Meadows today will last eight hours.
- Drinky-poo! - Yes! Let's do it! [Bruce.]
There's a party Going on right here ♪ A celebration At The Meadows this year ♪ So bring your good times ♪ And your hostages too ♪ [Cho chuckles.]
[Bruce.]
Ooh! [Cho sniffs.]
Goddamn, motherfucker bitches! [Bruce chuckles.]
It's gonna be a party.
[song ends.]
Ken.
[ominous music playing.]
What business do you think I'm in? Fitness instructor? Uh-uh.
I'm in the Skip Cho business, motherfucker, and that's whatever the fuck makes me another billion.
You like that? You like that? You like it? [whispers.]
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
You're coming with us to The Meadows, whether you like it or not.
[Bruce and Cho chuckling.]
- [alarm blaring.]
- [thunder rumbling.]
[electronic voice over speaker.]
Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Alert! All Pentaverate personnel report to post! I'm Maria Menounos.
[Patty.]
Okay, gentlemen, listen up, approximately 60 minutes ago, a Tabloid Group jet left New York for The Meadows.
Fimbra intelligence tells us that Bruce Baldwin, Skip Cho, and the prisoner Ken Scarborough are on board.
- Where are the Red Robes? - Gone like thieves in the night.
Can we cancel The Meadows? I mean, I can't get through.
Outside communications have been severed, and the guests are already arriving.
We were beaten like rented mules.
I don't like this "beaten like rented mule.
" First of all, you should not beat a rented animal.
It is clear violation of rental agreement, and you would lose deposit.
Thank you, Mishu.
Did they take their keys with them? Yes, and they took the Parce Clavem.
Balls.
With three keys, they can literally vote on anything.
Gentlemen, we have three keys.
I put forth motion to enact the Demetrius Protocols.
- Seconded.
- [Lordington.]
Observed, sadly.
Let's take a vote.
[electronic whirring.]
[scooter beeps.]
Patty, where's the Da Vinci lock? Before you get mad at me, I sent you a memo about this.
Bruce had me send the Da Vinci lock to The Meadows ahead of schedule.
All this time, we were focused on the keys like schmucks, and then Bruce steals the lock.
Kind of genius.
Kind of genius.
Who knows what they're up to.
Well, not to say I told you so, but I knew it was a bad idea admitting Bruce Baldwin into the Pentaverate Five.
Nobody listened! You should have gone with my suggestion of Ethan Hawking! - Who? - Ethan Hawking.
The smart guy in the wheelchair who wrote the book about time.
You mean Stephen Hawking? Yeah.
What what did I say? Uh, how much time do we have? Well, uh, Bruce should land in about seven hours.
If you left right now on the Musk, you could beat him.
- MENTOR! - [dramatic music plays.]
Prepare the Musk for departure.
[MENTOR.]
No can do, Patty-cakes.
Bruce set malware in my motherboard to lock the wheels of the Musk.
One of you skeezers has to go into my mainframe and manually override this shit.
The world's most powerful computer, and you can't unlock the fucking wheels? [MENTOR.]
It's manual override, asswipe.
Last time I checked, I don't have hands.
Patty, how do you suggest we proceed? Well, I'm just an assistant.
I don't make those kind of decisions.
No one knows this organization better than you.
Well, I do have a few ideas.
If I remember my thermodynamics correctly, increasing MENTOR'S temperature will cause a temporary reset, which should be enough time to override Bruce's malware.
Mishu, try to restore communication with Dubrovnik Central.
- Got it.
- Shep, go man the control room.
Copy, Patty.
We have a solid 30-second window to deactivate MENTOR'S mainframe and disengage the Musk brakes.
Well-done, Patty.
All right, people, places.
We must save the Pentaverate Five! [dramatic music playing.]
[narrator.]
In 1948, in Cowes on the Isle of Wight, a star was born, who would later turn out to be Jeremy John Irons.
He was classically trained at the Bristol Old Vic and gained notoriety for his many West End productions, although his greatest achievement was What? Contractually, I can only talk about the Pentaverate? Oh, fine.
The Pentaverate.
Secret society, five men, claim to be nice.
You know, I really question the idea of nice, as they just piked poor Higgins.
Oh God, I'm getting tired of this shit.
[music fades out.]
["For the Love of Money" by The O'Jays playing.]
I've had tee too many martoonies.
I'm getting slightly munted.
Money, money, money, money ♪ [sniffs.]
Ah! Motherfucker bitches! Whoo! All right, then, let's start at the beginning.
- Money, money, money ♪ - [chuckles.]
[Bruce.]
By the time I was 40, I'd built a media empire on a global scale.
The Tabloid Group.
We told the people what to buy and who to vote for.
I was the go-to guy when the powerful needed to bring down an opponent.
- We appreciate your help, Brucey.
- You're welcome.
I was the motherfucker who created disinformation, and I had them eating out of my hands.
- Ow! - Boundaries? What boundaries? Ow! Oh! Hey.
[chuckles.]
- [Cho sniffs.]
- I was at the height of my career.
[Cho.]
Whoo! Goddamn! I love cocaine! Next thing you know, I'm in New York - [grunts.]
- forced into the Pentaverate.
Who the fuck are you? - [dramatic music plays.]
- [all.]
The Pentaverate.
[Bruce.]
Once I was in the Pentaverate [upbeat music playing.]
the Colonel and I were able to thwart the Millennium Bug.
Y2K was real.
bug had no bite.
You're welcome.
But then the Internet arrived.
I tried to warn the Pentaverate that the bad guys would use the Internet the same way I used the tabloids, only a million times worse.
[chuckles.]
- Grenade! [chuckles.]
- [all chuckling.]
And when Jason Eccleston joined in 2014 and created the supercomputer MENTOR [MENTOR.]
Where the fuck am I? I thought we'd be able to beat the Internet by having a universal set of agreed-upon facts.
MENTOR uploads all the world's knowledge and calculates the probability of the most accurate version of truth.
[Bruce.]
But instead we got Internet clickbait conspiracy theories and other opiates for the idiot masses.
Rex Smith here.
We're talking about what's happening in Provo, Utah.
There is a storage facility there.
And that's where they're keeping all the dog smiles.
I thought people would be smart enough to check facts, but no.
They're too addicted to their smartphones and their tablets and blah, blah, blah, fuckity blah.
"Oh, you'll never believe what Phoebe Cates looks like now.
" - She looks beautiful, by the way.
- Stunning.
She's a lovely lady.
What's the point of trying to help people when they don't even want to help themselves? They don't deserve MENTOR.
And guess what? [hiccups.]
They're not gonna get it.
- [vomits.]
- Ugh! [spits.]
Ooh! Just a little bit of chunder.
Sorry about that.
A technicolor yawn.
[Ken.]
Let me ask you a question.
Why do you need MENTOR? What are you gonna do with it? We're either gonna make trillions by auctioning it off at The Meadows or maybe create our own version of truth.
You didn't get enough votes to win an election? Sure, you did.
As long as MENTOR says so.
Led a massacre on your own people? With MENTOR, you can prove that it actually didn't happen.
Holy jumpin'! I know a few people who would pay for that.
Me too, Skippy.
[MENTOR.]
Whoa, whoa! Hang on! What are you doing, Patty-cakes? [Patty.]
Voilà.
[electronic voice.]
MENTOR mainframe has been opened.
Here, put this on.
- Patty, what am I wearing? - It's PPE! Homemade.
Isn't it cute? Hey, come on, hurry up.
We don't have much time, sir.
[suspenseful music playing.]
[electronic voice.]
You are now entering the MENTOR mainframe.
Please wear PPE.
No smoking.
[system beeps, dings.]
If you're watching this, that means that someone has tried to dismantle MENTOR.
And I don't blame you.
He's kind of a prick really.
But what's important is that the whole system doesn't overheat for more than 30 seconds.
That could cause a complete meltdown, and all the knowledge that has been gained since the Library of Alexandria could be lost, including the 11th herb or spice that Colonel Sanders had put into his Kentucky Fried Chicken.
[screen beeps.]
Now where was I? Oh yeah! Let me tell you how I killed them.
[chuckles.]
I put Donette in Jason's bong.
[bubbling.]
[coughs.]
[heart monitor flatlining.]
I thought I had convinced the Pentaverate to replace Jason with my old mate Skippy here.
I met Bruce many years ago when he was still a media baron.
One night in Bangkok And the tough guys tumble ♪ Can't be too careful with your company ♪ [Cho.]
He stayed at one of my casinos in Macao.
Bruce! Oh, there you are! [Cho.]
And let's just say Bruce is a man of exotic taste.
[sniffs.]
I like feet.
No shame.
I can feel the devil Walking next to me ♪ But instead they went with Clark.
[Cho.]
Yeah, which totally sucked ass for me, because I already told my trophy bitch of a wife to go fuck herself.
So I did a total 180, bought her a bunch of flowers and ate a big shit sandwich until Bruce here could call me in.
With The Meadows quickly approaching, I had to act fast, - so I poisoned Clark.
- [suspenseful music playing.]
Then the Maester got too close, so it was bye-bye for him.
And Frick and Frack.
Cut off their heads.
Uh, sorry, why would you cut off their heads? Two reasons, sheila.
Shizzies and gizzies.
At least I didn't cut off their dicks.
Well, actually, I did, and then I sewed them back on.
Nice touch.
[chuckles.]
My point is, I brought in Skip then the Red Robes, and then all I needed was to get the Parce Clavem, giving me ultimate control of the Pentaverate by having three votes.
But then you went and touched it, you dopey Canadian bastard! Ow! Now I need you with your stupid key to get three votes to sell MENTOR.
I'll never help you destroy the world! [Bruce.]
The world's already destroyed.
The Internet destroyed it.
[Reilly.]
I'll never understand people like you.
You have all the access to resources, to money, knowledge, power, to do something good for this world, and still you choose evil? - You'll never get away with this.
- [Bruce.]
You wanna bet? The world thinks I'm already dead.
And after I get the Face/Off surgery, I'll be on a beach somewhere drinking peach Bellinis.
Oh, forgive my manners.
Can I offer you a drink? - Oh, yes, please.
I'm awfully parched.
- So am I, eh? Here we go.
[sighs.]
You've just been drugged.
[dramatic music playing.]
[Reilly sighs.]
[Bruce.]
So have you.
[echoing.]
What's going on, Ken? You seem high.
- Whoo! Whoo! - [Cho howling.]
[echoing.]
What's going on to this airplane? What's going on, Ken? Are you high? [both chuckle.]
Ooh, you seem fucking high, dude.
- Who's a fucked-up man? - You are! You are! - Who's a fucked up man? - You are! [echoing.]
MENTOR is mine.
- All right! - [Cho.]
Okay.
[Bruce and Cho chuckling.]
If we remove the transducers, it's gonna cause MENTOR to overheat.
My dear girl, where did you learn that? There's a whole chapter on it in the manual.
Did nobody read the manual? Forgive me.
That was rather patronizing of me.
Await my command.
Standing by.
[ominous music playing.]
All right, here goes nothing.
- [electricity zaps.]
- [powers down.]
- [MENTOR.]
I wouldn't do that, Patty.
- All right.
[electricity zapping.]
[MENTOR, distorted.]
I'm wicked smart.
- [powers down.]
- ["Where Everybody Knows Your Name" plays.]
[MENTOR.]
Where everybody Knows your name ♪ [powers down.]
Disengage now! [alarm beeping.]
- [hisses.]
- [electronic whirring.]
You did it, Patty! Let's get out of here.
- [heroic music playing.]
- [scooter beeping.]
[Patty.]
Come on, Lord Lordington! I'm going as fast as I can, I'm afraid.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! Well-done! - [Shep applauding.]
- Good work! Good work! Good work! - [Mishu.]
Well-done.
Yes! [Lordington sighs.]
[MENTOR.]
Rebooting.
What the fuck was that? I had always hoped that MENTOR would perfect enhanced intelligence as a means of defeating the evils of the Internet.
MENTOR needs a soul.
Someone kind, someone empathetic, someone with a selfless heart.
So not this Dunkin' Douche? Certainly not.
[MENTOR.]
Hey! You know I can hear you, right? [speaking Russian.]
Hello? Hello? No, no.
All lines to Dubrovnik have been cut, and all lines to Meadows have been cut.
[speaks Russian.]
- Hello? Hello? - Yes, we've not much time.
[grunts.]
All right, let's shit this fuck.
I'll hold down the fort.
You go get 'em.
No, no, Patty.
What you did today confirmed something that I've long suspected.
You must join us on the train.
We need you.
[Shep.]
Open that door.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
[trumpet blows.]
[Lordington.]
Keep up! [upbeat music playing.]
[electronic whirring.]
[metal clanks.]
[instrumental march music playing.]
[van brakes screech.]
[engine accelerates.]
[music ends abruptly.]
[upbeat music playing.]
Lord Lordington, do you think we'll be able to stop Bruce? I I honestly don't know.
We do the impossible every day.
Miracles take a little longer.
[Patty.]
Mm-hmm.
A word to the wise.
This train is very, very fast.
One can get a bit vommy.
Oh please, I take the New York City subway every day.
[vomits.]
[groaning, gags.]
[instrumental march music playing.]
Reilly, are you okay? I'm good.
You? Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah.
[sighs deeply.]
[gentle music playing.]
All I wanted to do was break a big story and get my show back.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a local news guy.
I should have retired.
I'm getting too old for this.
Maybe some people aren't meant to change the world.
Reilly, I'm so sorry I got you caught up in all this.
[in British accent.]
No, no, Ken.
I'm sorry I got you caught up in this.
Did you always have an English accent? I know not everyone has to change the world, but I think we have a chance to take those chaps down.
- You are English! - [Reilly.]
Ken.
[Velcro snaps.]
- I'm in the Fimbra Manus.
- What? What? [Ken speaks Swiss German.]
I was sent to Toronto by the Pentaverate a year ago to take you to headquarters.
- Holy jumpin' - [Reilly.]
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I will explain everything.
In the final episode.
Run, boy, run This world is not made for you ♪ Run, boy, run They're trying to catch you ♪ Run, boy, run Running is a victory ♪ Run, boy, run Beauty lies behind the hills ♪ Run, boy, run This ride is a journey to ♪ Run, boy, run The secret inside of you ♪ Run, boy, run This race is a prophecy ♪ Run, boy, run And disappear in the trees ♪ [song ends.]
[record scratches.]
["Celebration" by Kool & the Gang playing.]
Yahoo! ♪ This is your celebration ♪ [speaker dings.]
[pilot.]
Our flight to The Meadows today will last eight hours.
- Drinky-poo! - Yes! Let's do it! [Bruce.]
There's a party Going on right here ♪ A celebration At The Meadows this year ♪ So bring your good times ♪ And your hostages too ♪ [Cho chuckles.]
[Bruce.]
Ooh! [Cho sniffs.]
Goddamn, motherfucker bitches! [Bruce chuckles.]
It's gonna be a party.
[song ends.]
Ken.
[ominous music playing.]
What business do you think I'm in? Fitness instructor? Uh-uh.
I'm in the Skip Cho business, motherfucker, and that's whatever the fuck makes me another billion.
You like that? You like that? You like it? [whispers.]
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
You're coming with us to The Meadows, whether you like it or not.
[Bruce and Cho chuckling.]
- [alarm blaring.]
- [thunder rumbling.]
[electronic voice over speaker.]
Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Orange alert! Alert! All Pentaverate personnel report to post! I'm Maria Menounos.
[Patty.]
Okay, gentlemen, listen up, approximately 60 minutes ago, a Tabloid Group jet left New York for The Meadows.
Fimbra intelligence tells us that Bruce Baldwin, Skip Cho, and the prisoner Ken Scarborough are on board.
- Where are the Red Robes? - Gone like thieves in the night.
Can we cancel The Meadows? I mean, I can't get through.
Outside communications have been severed, and the guests are already arriving.
We were beaten like rented mules.
I don't like this "beaten like rented mule.
" First of all, you should not beat a rented animal.
It is clear violation of rental agreement, and you would lose deposit.
Thank you, Mishu.
Did they take their keys with them? Yes, and they took the Parce Clavem.
Balls.
With three keys, they can literally vote on anything.
Gentlemen, we have three keys.
I put forth motion to enact the Demetrius Protocols.
- Seconded.
- [Lordington.]
Observed, sadly.
Let's take a vote.
[electronic whirring.]
[scooter beeps.]
Patty, where's the Da Vinci lock? Before you get mad at me, I sent you a memo about this.
Bruce had me send the Da Vinci lock to The Meadows ahead of schedule.
All this time, we were focused on the keys like schmucks, and then Bruce steals the lock.
Kind of genius.
Kind of genius.
Who knows what they're up to.
Well, not to say I told you so, but I knew it was a bad idea admitting Bruce Baldwin into the Pentaverate Five.
Nobody listened! You should have gone with my suggestion of Ethan Hawking! - Who? - Ethan Hawking.
The smart guy in the wheelchair who wrote the book about time.
You mean Stephen Hawking? Yeah.
What what did I say? Uh, how much time do we have? Well, uh, Bruce should land in about seven hours.
If you left right now on the Musk, you could beat him.
- MENTOR! - [dramatic music plays.]
Prepare the Musk for departure.
[MENTOR.]
No can do, Patty-cakes.
Bruce set malware in my motherboard to lock the wheels of the Musk.
One of you skeezers has to go into my mainframe and manually override this shit.
The world's most powerful computer, and you can't unlock the fucking wheels? [MENTOR.]
It's manual override, asswipe.
Last time I checked, I don't have hands.
Patty, how do you suggest we proceed? Well, I'm just an assistant.
I don't make those kind of decisions.
No one knows this organization better than you.
Well, I do have a few ideas.
If I remember my thermodynamics correctly, increasing MENTOR'S temperature will cause a temporary reset, which should be enough time to override Bruce's malware.
Mishu, try to restore communication with Dubrovnik Central.
- Got it.
- Shep, go man the control room.
Copy, Patty.
We have a solid 30-second window to deactivate MENTOR'S mainframe and disengage the Musk brakes.
Well-done, Patty.
All right, people, places.
We must save the Pentaverate Five! [dramatic music playing.]
[narrator.]
In 1948, in Cowes on the Isle of Wight, a star was born, who would later turn out to be Jeremy John Irons.
He was classically trained at the Bristol Old Vic and gained notoriety for his many West End productions, although his greatest achievement was What? Contractually, I can only talk about the Pentaverate? Oh, fine.
The Pentaverate.
Secret society, five men, claim to be nice.
You know, I really question the idea of nice, as they just piked poor Higgins.
Oh God, I'm getting tired of this shit.
[music fades out.]
["For the Love of Money" by The O'Jays playing.]
I've had tee too many martoonies.
I'm getting slightly munted.
Money, money, money, money ♪ [sniffs.]
Ah! Motherfucker bitches! Whoo! All right, then, let's start at the beginning.
- Money, money, money ♪ - [chuckles.]
[Bruce.]
By the time I was 40, I'd built a media empire on a global scale.
The Tabloid Group.
We told the people what to buy and who to vote for.
I was the go-to guy when the powerful needed to bring down an opponent.
- We appreciate your help, Brucey.
- You're welcome.
I was the motherfucker who created disinformation, and I had them eating out of my hands.
- Ow! - Boundaries? What boundaries? Ow! Oh! Hey.
[chuckles.]
- [Cho sniffs.]
- I was at the height of my career.
[Cho.]
Whoo! Goddamn! I love cocaine! Next thing you know, I'm in New York - [grunts.]
- forced into the Pentaverate.
Who the fuck are you? - [dramatic music plays.]
- [all.]
The Pentaverate.
[Bruce.]
Once I was in the Pentaverate [upbeat music playing.]
the Colonel and I were able to thwart the Millennium Bug.
Y2K was real.
bug had no bite.
You're welcome.
But then the Internet arrived.
I tried to warn the Pentaverate that the bad guys would use the Internet the same way I used the tabloids, only a million times worse.
[chuckles.]
- Grenade! [chuckles.]
- [all chuckling.]
And when Jason Eccleston joined in 2014 and created the supercomputer MENTOR [MENTOR.]
Where the fuck am I? I thought we'd be able to beat the Internet by having a universal set of agreed-upon facts.
MENTOR uploads all the world's knowledge and calculates the probability of the most accurate version of truth.
[Bruce.]
But instead we got Internet clickbait conspiracy theories and other opiates for the idiot masses.
Rex Smith here.
We're talking about what's happening in Provo, Utah.
There is a storage facility there.
And that's where they're keeping all the dog smiles.
I thought people would be smart enough to check facts, but no.
They're too addicted to their smartphones and their tablets and blah, blah, blah, fuckity blah.
"Oh, you'll never believe what Phoebe Cates looks like now.
" - She looks beautiful, by the way.
- Stunning.
She's a lovely lady.
What's the point of trying to help people when they don't even want to help themselves? They don't deserve MENTOR.
And guess what? [hiccups.]
They're not gonna get it.
- [vomits.]
- Ugh! [spits.]
Ooh! Just a little bit of chunder.
Sorry about that.
A technicolor yawn.
[Ken.]
Let me ask you a question.
Why do you need MENTOR? What are you gonna do with it? We're either gonna make trillions by auctioning it off at The Meadows or maybe create our own version of truth.
You didn't get enough votes to win an election? Sure, you did.
As long as MENTOR says so.
Led a massacre on your own people? With MENTOR, you can prove that it actually didn't happen.
Holy jumpin'! I know a few people who would pay for that.
Me too, Skippy.
[MENTOR.]
Whoa, whoa! Hang on! What are you doing, Patty-cakes? [Patty.]
Voilà.
[electronic voice.]
MENTOR mainframe has been opened.
Here, put this on.
- Patty, what am I wearing? - It's PPE! Homemade.
Isn't it cute? Hey, come on, hurry up.
We don't have much time, sir.
[suspenseful music playing.]
[electronic voice.]
You are now entering the MENTOR mainframe.
Please wear PPE.
No smoking.
[system beeps, dings.]
If you're watching this, that means that someone has tried to dismantle MENTOR.
And I don't blame you.
He's kind of a prick really.
But what's important is that the whole system doesn't overheat for more than 30 seconds.
That could cause a complete meltdown, and all the knowledge that has been gained since the Library of Alexandria could be lost, including the 11th herb or spice that Colonel Sanders had put into his Kentucky Fried Chicken.
[screen beeps.]
Now where was I? Oh yeah! Let me tell you how I killed them.
[chuckles.]
I put Donette in Jason's bong.
[bubbling.]
[coughs.]
[heart monitor flatlining.]
I thought I had convinced the Pentaverate to replace Jason with my old mate Skippy here.
I met Bruce many years ago when he was still a media baron.
One night in Bangkok And the tough guys tumble ♪ Can't be too careful with your company ♪ [Cho.]
He stayed at one of my casinos in Macao.
Bruce! Oh, there you are! [Cho.]
And let's just say Bruce is a man of exotic taste.
[sniffs.]
I like feet.
No shame.
I can feel the devil Walking next to me ♪ But instead they went with Clark.
[Cho.]
Yeah, which totally sucked ass for me, because I already told my trophy bitch of a wife to go fuck herself.
So I did a total 180, bought her a bunch of flowers and ate a big shit sandwich until Bruce here could call me in.
With The Meadows quickly approaching, I had to act fast, - so I poisoned Clark.
- [suspenseful music playing.]
Then the Maester got too close, so it was bye-bye for him.
And Frick and Frack.
Cut off their heads.
Uh, sorry, why would you cut off their heads? Two reasons, sheila.
Shizzies and gizzies.
At least I didn't cut off their dicks.
Well, actually, I did, and then I sewed them back on.
Nice touch.
[chuckles.]
My point is, I brought in Skip then the Red Robes, and then all I needed was to get the Parce Clavem, giving me ultimate control of the Pentaverate by having three votes.
But then you went and touched it, you dopey Canadian bastard! Ow! Now I need you with your stupid key to get three votes to sell MENTOR.
I'll never help you destroy the world! [Bruce.]
The world's already destroyed.
The Internet destroyed it.
[Reilly.]
I'll never understand people like you.
You have all the access to resources, to money, knowledge, power, to do something good for this world, and still you choose evil? - You'll never get away with this.
- [Bruce.]
You wanna bet? The world thinks I'm already dead.
And after I get the Face/Off surgery, I'll be on a beach somewhere drinking peach Bellinis.
Oh, forgive my manners.
Can I offer you a drink? - Oh, yes, please.
I'm awfully parched.
- So am I, eh? Here we go.
[sighs.]
You've just been drugged.
[dramatic music playing.]
[Reilly sighs.]
[Bruce.]
So have you.
[echoing.]
What's going on, Ken? You seem high.
- Whoo! Whoo! - [Cho howling.]
[echoing.]
What's going on to this airplane? What's going on, Ken? Are you high? [both chuckle.]
Ooh, you seem fucking high, dude.
- Who's a fucked-up man? - You are! You are! - Who's a fucked up man? - You are! [echoing.]
MENTOR is mine.
- All right! - [Cho.]
Okay.
[Bruce and Cho chuckling.]
If we remove the transducers, it's gonna cause MENTOR to overheat.
My dear girl, where did you learn that? There's a whole chapter on it in the manual.
Did nobody read the manual? Forgive me.
That was rather patronizing of me.
Await my command.
Standing by.
[ominous music playing.]
All right, here goes nothing.
- [electricity zaps.]
- [powers down.]
- [MENTOR.]
I wouldn't do that, Patty.
- All right.
[electricity zapping.]
[MENTOR, distorted.]
I'm wicked smart.
- [powers down.]
- ["Where Everybody Knows Your Name" plays.]
[MENTOR.]
Where everybody Knows your name ♪ [powers down.]
Disengage now! [alarm beeping.]
- [hisses.]
- [electronic whirring.]
You did it, Patty! Let's get out of here.
- [heroic music playing.]
- [scooter beeping.]
[Patty.]
Come on, Lord Lordington! I'm going as fast as I can, I'm afraid.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! Well-done! - [Shep applauding.]
- Good work! Good work! Good work! - [Mishu.]
Well-done.
Yes! [Lordington sighs.]
[MENTOR.]
Rebooting.
What the fuck was that? I had always hoped that MENTOR would perfect enhanced intelligence as a means of defeating the evils of the Internet.
MENTOR needs a soul.
Someone kind, someone empathetic, someone with a selfless heart.
So not this Dunkin' Douche? Certainly not.
[MENTOR.]
Hey! You know I can hear you, right? [speaking Russian.]
Hello? Hello? No, no.
All lines to Dubrovnik have been cut, and all lines to Meadows have been cut.
[speaks Russian.]
- Hello? Hello? - Yes, we've not much time.
[grunts.]
All right, let's shit this fuck.
I'll hold down the fort.
You go get 'em.
No, no, Patty.
What you did today confirmed something that I've long suspected.
You must join us on the train.
We need you.
[Shep.]
Open that door.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
[trumpet blows.]
[Lordington.]
Keep up! [upbeat music playing.]
[electronic whirring.]
[metal clanks.]
[instrumental march music playing.]
[van brakes screech.]
[engine accelerates.]
[music ends abruptly.]
[upbeat music playing.]
Lord Lordington, do you think we'll be able to stop Bruce? I I honestly don't know.
We do the impossible every day.
Miracles take a little longer.
[Patty.]
Mm-hmm.
A word to the wise.
This train is very, very fast.
One can get a bit vommy.
Oh please, I take the New York City subway every day.
[vomits.]
[groaning, gags.]
[instrumental march music playing.]
Reilly, are you okay? I'm good.
You? Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah.
[sighs deeply.]
[gentle music playing.]
All I wanted to do was break a big story and get my show back.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a local news guy.
I should have retired.
I'm getting too old for this.
Maybe some people aren't meant to change the world.
Reilly, I'm so sorry I got you caught up in all this.
[in British accent.]
No, no, Ken.
I'm sorry I got you caught up in this.
Did you always have an English accent? I know not everyone has to change the world, but I think we have a chance to take those chaps down.
- You are English! - [Reilly.]
Ken.
[Velcro snaps.]
- I'm in the Fimbra Manus.
- What? What? [Ken speaks Swiss German.]
I was sent to Toronto by the Pentaverate a year ago to take you to headquarters.
- Holy jumpin' - [Reilly.]
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I will explain everything.
In the final episode.
Run, boy, run This world is not made for you ♪ Run, boy, run They're trying to catch you ♪ Run, boy, run Running is a victory ♪ Run, boy, run Beauty lies behind the hills ♪ Run, boy, run This ride is a journey to ♪ Run, boy, run The secret inside of you ♪ Run, boy, run This race is a prophecy ♪ Run, boy, run And disappear in the trees ♪ [song ends.]