♪ ♪
Okay, okay.
(dog barking)
-Okay. -(both grunting)
(indistinct chatter)
It's gonna take a little bit, all right?
That's all I can tell you.
-(child coughing) -Just stay in line.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
(phone chimes)
-(whispering): Oh, fuck. -WILSON: One, two.
-Three. -(Christie grunts)
(device beeping)
Shit, shit, shit. Shit.
Yes, I'm sending them right now.
-(device trills) -Find him.
If you see Jessica...
I want to see Jessica, alive.
If you see Arby...
I don't care what you do to Arby.
(gasps)
(neck cracks)
(Christie sighs)
CHRISTIE: Jessica Hyde.
Finally.
Do you remember me at all?
I used to give you cookies.
Well, um,
this is not where I expected to be
hours before we shipped.
And, obviously, it's a bit ironic to be presented like prey
to the people I've been hunting so hard
by the person who was supposed to be hunting them.
That's right.
Arby.
Oh, yeah, you got a big fan.
I just want to thank you all for coming.
It's gonna be such an exciting night.
Do you care if he bleeds in here?
Go right ahead.
God, duct tape insulates.
MICHAEL: You. You used me.
You used my flu.
You desecrated all of my work.
You disrespected science.
What the hell did you put in that vaccine?
Where is your lovely wife, Michael?
CHRISTIE: Shit.
She was one of our best girls.
Brains and charm, Mike.
Only the best for you.
How long did she work for you?
Not working for us. She was one of us.
Think of her more as a sleeper cell, Dr. Mike.
She may never have been activated.
I think she genuinely liked you.
You know, you're a likeable guy.
You kept her on her toes this past week, though.
She had a fine time steering you around.
I thought she was there to help me.
Help me... be the man I should be.
CHRISTIE: Help you be the man we needed you to be.
For a guy who flosses unfailingly
at noon and 9:00, and fucks every Tuesday
and Thursday, you were surprisingly unpredictable.
Thank God Colleen was so creative.
Operation Fun?
Colleen's idea from the start, in case of emergency.
Pretty fuckin' effective, wasn't it?
After all the curves you threw at us,
the lengths we had to go to.
Twins in St. Louis, Mike.
Your piece still got done.
To Colleen, who respected her purpose at every turn.
Who killed her, by the way?
I mean, certainly not you, Michael.
Not me.
You?!
My goodness. Well, that's impressive.
You know, I shouldn't be that surprised.
Due to societal and cultural changes--
the rise of women in business and politics--
aggressiveness and violence in girls is on the rise.
-What's your name, sweetheart? -Come on, Alice.
Why don't we go back to your pages? Come on.
-Alice. -Don't talk to her!
-There you go. -MICHAEL: Wait.
-Twins in St. Louis? -Yeah.
You mean Charlotte was...
CHRISTIE: And Lily were part of a shipment from...
Let's see. So many impoverished countries,
and so many parents unfortunately willing
to sell off their children.
She and Lily came from Ukraine, I believe,
but it could be Romania.
The crates... from Utopia.
Shipments of children.
CHRISTIE: Charlotte died, and Lily took her place.
We honor Charlotte's sacrifice.
And when this vaccine fails,
I'll be the scapegoat.
A lot of important works have been sidelined
simply 'cause people aren't stubborn enough.
Not me.
If we need twins in St. Louis, we get twins in St. Louis.
That was their purpose, after all.
-To die. -To be available.
Matching sets are useful to us.
You have a purpose, too, Jessica.
You curious?
-Wait. No, Jessica. No, no, no, no, no, no. -No. Wait!
-What are you doing? Stop! Stop! -(tape ripping)
GRANT: Holy shit.
What do you all think that is?
I guarantee you have no idea what it means.
It means he's Mr. Rabbit.
IAN: He created a flu that sparked a demand
for a vaccine that doesn't work.
After everyone in the country is vaccinated...
And the world.
IAN: ...he'll have murdered millions.
Nope. Nope. You don't have it.
BECKY: We need to go now, before
that vaccine ships and more people die.
Becky, before you go, I just want to confirm, in 2004,
you were a schoolchild in Biloxi, Durham or Missoula?
Durham.
Oh. You had a sore throat.
You went to the nurse.
She gave you a spray. Our spray.
Diels?
Durham was a vigorous batch.
-No. No. -Let's go. -How did you find it?
-No. -Don't fucking talk to her!
Diels was when we were still thinking small.
Give a certain percentage of the population a fatal illness,
and you make sure it's genetic.
See, that was the exciting part. You pass it down.
So if you have children before you die...
Becky, do you have children?
He said don't talk to her.
Don't fucking talk to her.
I'd almost forgotten about Diels.
I've done so many terrible, terrible things in my life.
Horrible, wicked shit.
I can't even fathom who the fuck you are.
A human being with a mind as brilliant as yours--
You could do anything.
And instead, you choose to rain down misery and death.
No, you don't have it.
How much evil do you have to do to do good?
None!
The answer is none. None evil.
(scoffs)
♪ ♪
Oh, there.
It's not very nice, is it?
No.
BECKY: Alice, how did you...?
What is this?
You just look for patterns.
Uh-huh.
I thought it wanted to be a snowflake,
but I think it's too angry to be a snowflake.
It's a virus.
MICHAEL: It's not my flu.
That's something new. It's bigger.
That's what's in the vaccine from Christie Labs.
IAN: That's why he wants Utopia.
He knows it'll implicate him.
Is this what broke my dad?
What did you two do? What is this?
What is that virus?
And what does any of it have to do with me?
You really are a remarkable girl, and so pretty.
-Do you like science, too? -(grabbing Christie)
This is the end.
You're done.
Let me give you all a little perspective.
The key figure in a massive global world-changing--
I'll use your word, conspiracy,
a conspiracy that has already taken the lives
of several hundred children this past week alone--
is sitting in your living room,
and you're all standing around listening to me talk
instead of running away from me as fast as you can.
That tells me you're not gonna last.
Not to the end. Not even Jessica Hyde.
Do you know why?
People think humans are driven by the search
for happiness, meaning.
That's not true.
People are driven by the need
to know what happens next.
Do you want to know what happens next?
Your father created a world-changing--
not world-ending-- a world-changing,
world-improving omnivirus.
And we have taken that virus and embedded it
in the vaccine of the Stearns Flu.
I knew it. (scoffs)
-I knew it. -IAN: You created a panic,
and now everybody's begging for the vaccine.
No, no, no. They're demanding it,
with all the entitlement of a first-world country.
Yes. And now we have exactly what we want.
Hundreds of millions of Americans lining up,
offering us their arms
and letting us give them our creation.
I'm pretty sure when every vaccinated person starts dying,
they'll trace it back to you, undetectable virus or not.
You've all been very busy, and you're all very sharp.
Are you sure none of you would like to come and work for me?
No? Better than dying a terrible, violent death.
Then understand this.
What we are doing is far bigger than death.
Wait. This virus is not deadly?
It looks pretty damn deadly.
Tell me this.
What have you done today
to earn your place in this crowded world?
Exactly.
Everything I do is a cure
for our current situation.
-Wait, how is it a cure if...? -You're killing people.
CHRISTIE: I told you, it does not kill.
That was the amazing epiphany we had.
We didn't have to kill to accomplish our goal.
JESSICA: Which is
what?!
ARBY: Hello. May I help you?
(gunshots)
We intend to stop human reproduction
for three generations.
The busy, endless, global assembly line of babies...
will grind to a halt.
You're sterilizing people?
Uh-huh.
In the first five years,
we'll start to see major birth rate declines
as teenagers vaccinated today hit their childbearing years.
You're controlling the future of human civilization?
CHRISTIE: Is that what they're calling it?
It's a very nice euphemism for a species
that has replicated like a contagion across the planet,
killing all other species in its wake.
Except things that are cute, like puppies or koalas.
Pandas.
Never in history has there been a creature
begging for extinction more than the fucking panda.
Except us.
Ah.
(gunshot)
-You hate people that much? -On the contrary.
-I love people. -Then how...? Why would you...?
Doing what our government, our citizenry is too spoiled
or self-indulgent to do.
We are saving ourselves from ourselves.
Halting overpopulation.
CHRISTIE: A hundred years ago,
the global population was 1.7 billion.
-In 2011, it reached... -Seven billion.
CHRISTIE: People live too long, die less often,
-fuck too much, shit out babies like... -IAN: In 2050,
-they say it's gonna plateau. -WILSON: Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
We'll blow past 11 billion and then slowly begin to...
-decline. -CHRISTIE: But by then,
it'll be too late to save an Earth that bears any resemblance
to a world we actually want to live in.
(gunshot)
This planet... I love this planet.
So I decided to take care of the problem.
Yeah.
(inhales deeply)
(exhales)
-(gunshots) -(chimes ringing)
(gunfire continues)
BECKY: By injecting
your virus into the veins of every human on it?
Global warming, mass extinctions,
food, water shortages.
All these problems can be boiled down to one thing:
overpopulation.
(panting)
MICHAEL: It's not
-as simple as that. -CHRISTIE: But it is.
At 1.7 billion, we can be as decadent,
self-indulgent, and shitty as we want.
At ten billion, we have to live strategically.
We have to live modestly.
We have to live selflessly.
And as you know, we're not that good at it.
(wheezing)
(gasps, wheezes)
And you're beta-testing it on Americans since we're the worst.
CHRISTIE: If we don't do something now,
right now, in a decade, our world will experience
extraordinary privations.
-The war of all against all. -WILSON: Water.
We'll go to war over water,
and the people who will die first
are the ones without power and money.
CHRISTIE: And by then, we'll be fighting over a world
that really isn't worth fighting for.
(wind chimes tinkling)
Y-You can't just decide people won't have babies because...
I can and I did.
Think of me as the stern parent
who tells the children they can't play with the family gun.
(gunshots)
IAN: What about what this does to...
-to people, society? -CHRISTIE: Salvation.
We can form a new society.
-Home. -Mm-hmm.
The grand social experiment.
So why do you want to kill me?
I don't want to kill you.
I don't want to kill anybody.
-I want you back. -She's one of us.
That's very cute of you to say, and you're a very good friend.
But she belongs to me.
(quietly): Your father created you... for me.
What is this?
Oh. The inoculation scar.
A gift from your father.
No. He was protecting me.
From you, your virus.
CHRISTIE: Not protecting.
Testing. On you.
You won't be having any children.
No, my dad loved me.
My dear, he didn't care about you.
At all.
He didn't give a fuck about you.
My dad loved me.
By keeping you locked in a cage?
I was in my Yellow House.
Cage, house-- that's semantics.
He kept you locked in a fucking dog kennel
until it was time for you to take your vapor
so he could do his work.
Jessica...
this should be underlined in blood.
You belong to me.
(footsteps running)
(dog barking in distance)
Please... I... I don't have my wallet with me.
I won't say anything, I didn't...
I didn't see anything. I...
-(gunshot) -(grunts)
ALICE: This is so fucked up.
IAN: So, what do we do with him?
JESSICA: Let's shoot him and stack him with the other one.
WILSON: Harvest will find a way to cover it up.
BECKY: We break in, destroy the vaccines, and it has to be now.
MICHAEL: We'd just be going into the belly of the beast.
Practically begging to be slaughtered.
I mean, how heavily guarded is it? You know?
How do we even get in?
I mean, do you really think that this...
ragtag crew of underdogs can pull this off?
-Yes. -Yes. -Yes.
Oh. Oh, you do know that you may get injured, right?
-Yes. -Yes.
-And you may even be killed. -Yes.
Yeah. What-what?
That's extreme, but...
(sighs) All right.
Let's say we succeed in destroying all the vaccines.
Well, somewhere inside that facility
is the Mother Egg that contains the original virus.
They can just make new vaccines within a week.
But even if we destroy the Mother Egg,
there's still Christie to deal with.
Not exactly a permanent solution, I guess.
No.
(footsteps approaching)
I know how we do it.
I'll video Christie making a confession.
He'll admit it was all just a mass, money-making scheme.
I mean, we'll stay away from the sterilization bit.
Who would believe that, right? But... but greed.
People will believe greed.
He'll tell the camera that he killed hundreds of children
to trigger a demand for a vaccine that's useless.
A great philanthropist brought down by his own greed.
Yes. And then he'll turn the camera off...
...and shoot himself in the head.
(exhales)
WILSON: People will talk about it for generations to come.
Hell, it'll be the grandfather of all conspiracy theories.
(chuckles)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
How do we get in your facility?
You're choosing these people?
They're my... people.
You heard her. How do we get into your facility?
To destroy the vaccines?
What's the point? You can destroy the vaccines.
Then I'll remake the vaccines,
and my security team will kill all of you.
Even little Alice.
Do you all want to die?
(sighs) What an odd choice.
All right, well, you'll have to take my thumb.
-(whispers): It's a trap. -I just told you it was a trap.
I just told you, you'll all die.
All right.
Take it. Take the thumb.
Chopping off a thumb is gonna be easier said than done.
-If you really want to... -ALL: Oh!
-Oh, God! -Oh, God! -Damn.
-IAN: Oh, shit! -MICHAEL: Oh!
Oh...
(chuckles)
Whoa.
Are you not coming?
Of course not. She's staying
for the "shoot himself in the head" part.
We haven't gotten all the answers from Christie yet.
(timer dings)
-BECKY: We need you. -(whispering): Hold... hold on.
Jessica. We can't take down the lab without you.
JESSICA: You guys are ready.
(exhales)
WILSON: Guys, wait! Shit. Hot peas!
Hot peas. (huffing)
The entry will be biometric.
This will keep the thumb... (groans)
...body temperature.
All right, you guys should go.
-Fucking go! -(Ian sighs)
(engine starts)
(tires screech)
(wind chimes tinkling)
Here is Jessica Hyde.
Don't be afraid.
I was born to help you.
-Help me? -Mm-hmm.
Brother.
Sister.
(sniffles) I want to go Home.
Um...
are you sure?
Then I'll take you.
(sniffles)
Jessica...
you're not well.
Stay alive, Jessica Hyde.
I'd like that.
GUARD: Uh, come on, this could be bigger than Hamilton.
Nobody knows who Millard Fillmore is.
Nobody knew who Hamilton was...
till he started rapping.
-(tires screeching) -(indistinct radio chatter)
(tires screech)
(guards exclaim)
(tires screech)
(grunting)
Oh...
(panting)
(alarm blaring)
GUARD (over radio): We have a car through the barrier,
bit of a Molotov cocktail.
-You should take a look. -Copy that.
Probably some bio-freaks.
Copy that.
Not bio-freaks.
Just us.
-(grunts) -Oh, shit. Let's go!
-Come on! -(groans)
GUARD: Come on, come on, come on! Get around the other side!
GUARD 2: Looks like they're gathered at the loading dock.
-Okay. -GUARD 1: Come on, come on!
GUARD 2: Go, go...
You-you didn't get to hurt him.
GUARD 1: Go around the other side...
MICHAEL: Oh, thank you.
GUARD 2: Let's go! Let's go!
(sighs) Here goes.
(beeping)
(buzzer sounds)
It's opening.
-Okay, let's go! -(buzzer sounds rhythmically)
Let's go!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
IAN: Guys! Guys! Stay back.
-Stay back, stay back. -MICHAEL: Come on.
Close, close, close.
(buzzer sounds, stops)
IAN: Oh... come on.
-Whoa. -That's a lot of vaccines.
(distant, indistinct shouting)
-(heavy pounding) -(muffled shouting)
How much time do we have?
Uh...
until they get ahold of this.
Or break down that.
(pounding echoes)
GUARD: You guys are in big trouble
if you don't open this door!
GUARD 2: Oh, you'd better open up!
-(heavy pounding) -(indistinct shouting)
(screams)
(panting)
(grunting)
(Ian grunting)
Shit.
(grunting)
CHRISTIE: You strike me as a unique thinker.
You do well at school?
I dropped out.
Sure, 'cause you're a unique thinker.
(chuckles) Yeah, well, most people
don't like to think for themselves.
It requires too much work.
And that's the problem with our society-- complacency.
Takes effort and resolve to lead a meaningful life.
Yeah, well, that's why hardly anyone does.
-Mm-hmm. -Say the words.
No, I will not.
I like your idea, though.
End a conspiracy with a conspiracy theory?
-It's genuinely inspired... -Yeah, "I, Kevin Christie,
confess to orchestrating a national conspiracy."
I'm not saying any of that.
Say the words.
Just shoot me.
-Say the words. -Why?!
You're resolved, I'm resolved.
But I respect resolve.
That's what it takes to lead a worthwhile life.
That's why we thought Americans might actually like our plan.
It requires no resolve.
We're actually helping them not do something.
(laughing)
Right?
Ah, don't worry, Americans.
Oh, man, just keep your eyes glued to your screens,
your lazy asses in your beanbags,
and just chill out in your glazed sloth.
Right.
Want to know the final shoe to drop, Wilson?
-Mm-hmm. -No kidding.
I'm on the side of life.
I am.
No kidding?
Mm-hmm.
You fucking murdered my dad.
I killed my protégé this week.
And her children.
Lots of children, actually.
And I love children, Wilson.
I much prefer 'em to adults.
It makes me sick what I do for this shitty planet.
Genuinely, I look at that gun, and I say,
"Hand it over, I'll give you a finale."
But I don't get to rest.
Not yet.
Our movement involves vital sacrifice.
Extreme clarity.
I think you understand that.
What exactly are we thrusting upon the world
without its consent?
Room to move?
Time to breathe?
Space to think?
I've got five kids-- four adopted--
and I love 'em dearly.
But, man, oh, man, they take up a lot of energy.
Imagine human beings freed from that drain.
Imagine what we can accomplish with our focus,
intellect and passion aimed at making a better world.
Imagine the global groan of goddamn relief.
We say we can't go on like this, but then we go on like this,
but we can't go on.
Not anymore.
And you know it.
You slaughtered my family.
You erased...
my dad.
I did, I sure did.
Say the words.
No.
Say the words. Say the words.
Try the spoon.
(engine starts)
(reverse warning beeping)
GUARD: Everybody get ready.
Only one place to go!
-(Becky gasps) -(truck thuds)
It was crazy to do this without Jessica.
(loud banging)
We don't need Jessica.
Vroom, vroom.
("No More Heroes" by the Stranglers playing)
♪ Whatever happened to ♪
♪ Leon Trotsky? ♪
Hey! Hit it! Go!
♪ That made his ears burn ♪
-♪ Whatever happened to ♪ -(laughing)
♪ The heroes? ♪
(shouting)
-(laughing) -♪ Whatever happened to ♪
-♪ The heroes? ♪ -Yeah! (whoops)
-(laughing) -(yelling) -Whatever happened to ♪
♪ All the heroes? ♪
-♪ All the Shakespearos? ♪ -(laughing)
-Come on! -♪ They watched their Rome burn ♪
(laughing)
-♪ Whatever happened to ♪ -Hit it harder!
♪ The heroes? ♪
-(shouts) -♪ Whatever happened to ♪
-♪ The heroes? ♪ -(shouting, laughing)
-Fuck you, Christie! -♪ No more heroes anymore ♪
♪ No more heroes anymore. ♪
♪ ♪
We got to go. Ian, we got to go.
(groans)
We got to go, come on.
(canister clatters)
Jessica gave me this. Uh, I'm not even
exactly sure why, but I just feel like
it would look better on you, so, um...
(gasps)
(reverse warning beeping)
(tires screeching)
MICHAEL: Damn it!
(exclaims)
Don't-don't worry, it's not an engagement ring.
I'm not even sure I believe in marriage.
(shouting)
I mean, if that was something that you wanted down the road,
that would be fine, but, uh...
(Michael cries out)
-(Michael laughing) -Oh, thank God.
MICHAEL: Holy shit.
(loud bang on door)
Okay, I-I got to go find the lab, destroy the Mother Egg.
Whoever holds the egg holds the power.
Thanks for the thumb, kid.
(engine revving)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(rhythmic beeping)
IAN: Oh, here we go.
-(beeping) -(lock buzzes, latch clicks)
(buzzer alarm sounding)
(explosive whooshing)
(door booms shut)
(buzzer sounds)
Okay, come on, come on, come on.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
(warning siren sounding)
(indistinct chatter)
(alarm continues)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen, this is Thomas Christie.
I need your attention.
Christie Corp is under attack by bioterrorists,
and we are officially on lockdown.
(sirens approaching)
MALE RESPONDER (over radio): The warehouse has been breached.
The vaccines have been destroyed.
They got fucking everything.
(turns radio off)
-My friends did good. -Hmm.
Almost Home.
Mm.
Windows down is nice.
IAN: You guys. You guys. Wait, wait, wait.
Let's just walk.
-Let's just walk for a sec. -Walking's boring.
Do you want to... race?
No fair. Cheater.
-I'm sick of running. -Me, too.
Guys, wait up!
Come on.
I'm so thirsty.
(siren wailing)
Shit. Shit.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hey, that's the kid.
-Who? -The Frostfield shooter.
-Grant, Grant, no! -Go, Becky!
COP: Hey! Ow!
Go, Becky!
-Got a runner! -Hey, we got one runner!
No! No, no. We won't be able to save them
if we get caught, too.
Get in.
(bell chiming in distance)
(bell clanging)
(birds singing)
(shouting playfully)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
JESSICA: These children?
Some help with experiments.
JESSICA: Lab rats.
Some are trained, like me.
Some are martyrs.
Children can go places and hear things
that grown-ups can't.
Children can be useful.
I wish it weren't like that.
It doesn't have to be like that.
(siren approaching)
(panting)
(tires screech)
Becky! Get in!
Get in! Come on!
Get in. Come on.
(Becky panting)
(panting stops abruptly)
Hi.
(rattles door handle)
We trusted you.
CHRISTIE: So, we have
two of you now. The rest are
scattered to the winds.
Nature would call that a hive collapse.
We've won.
We wiped you out.
CHRISTIE: Just until I find Jessica Hyde.
I think I have a hunch.
It's okay.
Fuck you, Wilson.
CHRISTIE: "She's troubled like the restless sea.
"She's feeble, faint and fearful.
She's plagued by every foul disease."
"Just how can she be cheerful?"
(panting)
Come on.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
(children laughing, clamoring)
We kept it for you...
in case.
♪ ♪
(door creaks)
♪ ♪
(switch clicks)
♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪
♪ How I wonder what you are ♪
♪ Up above the world so high ♪
♪ Like a diamond in the sky... ♪
Hello, Lily.
Hello, John.
Jessica's happy.
♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪
♪ How I wonder what you are... ♪
Hmm.
Your blood is slowly saving you.
♪ Like a diamond in the sky... ♪
Remember that
and be grateful...
when the next part begins.
♪ How I wonder what you are... ♪
Is Homeland here?
(laughs softly)
I'm not Homeland.
I'm Home.
♪ Up above the world so high ♪
♪ Like a diamond... ♪
(gasps)
-But Christie... -Christie and I have parted ways.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Let's say we have, uh, different definitions
of what Utopia means.
(children laughing, clamoring)
You think I want Utopia?
Utopia was just bait.
A story about a little girl, who
against all odds,
battled her way home.
Your very own hero's journey.
Come Home.
(grunting)
You have delivered to me the one thing I need!
You have given me Jessica Hyde.
We're not just gonna save the world.
We're going to rebirth it.
Your father and I had a vision. We called it Utopia--
a paradise where people would
behave and act correctly.
Freed of their biological shortcomings and impulses,
they can choose no path other than the right one.
And so...
thanks to you, humans will be immune
from acting with vanity, pettiness, greed,
cruelty! (grunts)
(panting)
You're such a shitty, little thing, Jessica.
But you carry the future
on your back.
Just waiting to be harvested.
(insects trilling)
Stay alive, Jessica Hyde.
♪ ♪
(rapid scribbling)
MILNER: I have your daughter.
("Bad Apples" by Pussy Riot playing)
♪ Drum ♪
♪ Bass ♪
♪ You thought that I just made this for the club, no way! ♪
♪ I got this microphone to wake you up and say ♪
♪ That I can do just what I want right here today ♪
♪ And I don't hear those sirens ♪
♪ Anyway, okay ♪
♪ Damn fools, drunk on power ♪
♪ Dirty thieves ♪
♪ Tiny cowards ♪
♪ You would not act like this ♪
♪ In front of your kids ♪
♪ No! ♪
♪ You would not act like this ♪
♪ In front of your kids ♪
♪ No! ♪
♪ Bad apples are good for something ♪
♪ When they're six feet underground ♪
♪ Bad apples are good for something ♪
♪ When they're six feet underground ♪
-♪ No! ♪ -♪ No... ♪
♪ Won't eat those bad apples. ♪