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- [Enola] Gregor, don't leave us! - Oh, no!
- There's a mooring cleat down there. - What?
You said we'd get to Dryland today.
I'm sorry. L-lt's just that there's a problem in the pit.
[Explosion]
Girl, I don't give a shit what he'd like. He took out my eye.
I promised them results, and I'll get 'em if I gotta cut 'em out of her goddamn back.
[Deacon Continues] Look at us.
[Man Screaming]
What is this? Get those chains off her.
I took it off an Atoller refugee camp.
Don't find many who follow the rules anymore.
Helen!
[Screams]
- Okay. - No!
Do you know what this is?
If you don't recall the face, perhaps it's 'cause I didn't always look like this.
[Crowd Yelling]
Sure.
Oh, thank God.
This is my boat. I got it the way I like it.
- Help you? - Yeah.
I-I-I don't have it. Don't have it. Don't have it.
Push it! Push it hard! Push it hard!
I'll get it to you. Just stay in the back.
with all the supplies you need.
- Are all of your kind as bad-tempered as you are? - [Slamming Cage]
- What is it? I'm a busy man. - I thought you should know.
I'm home.
- Well, I hope he does. - [Deacon] The Lord's creation.
"Not for sale"! Not for sale, eh?
He's a wily one, that ichthy-demon.
16 Years at Foxwoods
Get 'em up now.
- [Gun Cocking] - But I underestimated you.
- Good as any key. - A mooring cleat?
- [Engine Revs] - Horse!
You must know how. Even you gotta eat!
Smokers took her. They'd have me too if it weren't for him.
We outgrowed it.
it is our decision that this mute-o...
Happy now?
This mute-o now does leave us,
Fair. Come, come, come, come, come!
Let the water tell your arms and legs how to move.
- No! - [Helen] No!
[Man Screaming, Gunfire]
I'm stuck! I can't make it through!
- [Gregor] Of course! North is south. - What?
You won. Start over.
[Gasping]
But you ran away. L... What?
Shit.
Dryland is the mother lode.
Askin' the wrong person.
[Explosion]
Oh, no!
but too much of that sort of thing gets... undesirable.
[Cheering, Whistling]
Got hands... and feet.
There's my girl. Yeah.
They'll row for a month before they figure out I'm fakin' it.
You were down there a long time.
You wanna come over here and sit on my lap?
[Gunfire]
[Screaming]
A fluke of evolution.
[Crowd Shouting]
- Got it! - [Enola] Ah!
That means you're supposed to say something back!