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and I wanted to see what kind of dad you'd make.

And… And if that doesn't work?

[Diego] I can't… I can't get out. The doors won't let me.

You're either dumb or desperate.

Look, I adore that little criminal, okay? More than you ever will.

Such opprobrious language for your father!

-Don't blame Sloane-- -What's your game?

Just know that we were never the same without you.

♪ Look back ♪

Suck it, squid boy.

[Viktor groaning]

[deep voice lowing]

[Viktor panting]

[Ben wails in pain]

You have till tonight.

Well, it's what I do when I'm worried.

[chain rattling]

[loud slurping]

-[Diego] Whoa, whoa! -Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Yeah, I am never eating here again.

I can't find Stan.

[gasping for air]

Why do you think I'm stress eating dead bloody fish, you wanker?

I don't know, but he referred to it as Project Oblivion.

Bitch is cruel, ain't she?

[Reginald] You got this, T. J. !

[straining] I can… hear… it.

I… I called it marigold.

This project. I need to know more.

[loud gong sounding]

Ben, that's enough! Let her go!

-After you. -Fine.

[energy resonating]

And as their sensei, it is my job to make sure they never have to.

they might never return.

I'm still an Umbrella.

Then I should probably get that ink. Complete the loop.

Not yet, you haven't.

[tattoo machine buzzing]

Stan, he's not our child. Fancy some sushi?

♪ Look back, look back… ♪

I don't tattoo children.

Well, genetically you are the same person, just raised in a different environment.

It was your bright idea to go into this murder hole.

[rock violin music playing]