(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

Fascist!

Hag!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

Stop! Stop this, please!

Let us stop this mindless violence.

Nicholas, my son.

You may not be a man of God, but surely you're a man of peace.

l may not be a man of God, Reverend,

but l know right, and l know wrong,

and l have the good grace to know which is which.

Oh, fuck off Grasshoppe'r.

(GRUNTS)

No!

(EXCLAIMS)

Jesus Christ!

Nicholas! Nicholas!

(GASPING)

l thought you was a goner.

Drop your weapons!

Dr. Hatcher, no!

Shut up, Danny.

l brought you into this world, l think it's rather fitting

l should be the one to take you out of it.

You and your interfering little friend.

Now...

drop them.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

You're a doctor, deal with it.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Danny, let's roll.

What you thinking?

Pub?