You know, last time I saw you, you were behind bars.

Tell me, does living in a space this palatial

actually erase the memory

of that badly lit cell in Brooklyn?

Or maybe you just felt the need to swing your dick one last time

in anticipation of a place far worse.

You managed to get your foot caught in the rope

tossing me overboard, there, Chuck.

Now, I may pop to the surface, but you are going under.

Congratulations. [Wendy] Enough.

I didn't bring us all together

so I could mediate your puerile bullshit.

This is how we ended up here in the first place.

Because the two of you, at your absolute fucking worst,

went after each other like a couple of pit bulls.

And now we're all three of us royally fucked,

in a way that's so incestuous

that if one of us goes to prison, we all do.

Conversely, if we want to get ourselves

out of this clusterfuck--

It's one for all and all for one?

Sit.

Oh, she has you well-trained.

[grumbles]

Chuck, calm down.

And I don't remember giving you permission to speak.

Sit down.

She is effective.

Now, we are all going to sit here

and calmly discuss how to undo this thing.

And we're not leaving until we solve it. Yes?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

I'll discuss it.

Why I'm here.

[Wendy] Good.

As much as you two fucking hate each other,

your only objective right now is survival.

And if you are going to save yourselves--

and me--

[Wendy] you both need to surrender your weapons.

♪♪♪

Empty the caches, all of it.

It all goes on the table.

[taps table]

Understood?

♪♪♪

How do I know I can trust him?

How do I know I can trust him?

Trust me.