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You can't treat people like this.

Yeah? Why's that?

Because of the golden rule. Do unto others as you would have done unto you.

Let me get this straight. You want to work for the New Republic.

On a case-by-case basis. An independent contractor.

You know this is against regulation. It'll never get approved.

Which is why you won't tell them.

Let me think about it.

You already did. It's a good deal and you know it.

You and I are nothing alike.

I don't know. Seems to me like your rules start to change when you get desperate.

What was that about will readings being boring?

The exception that proves the rule.

You want a car, get it the right way.

How?

Race for it.

I already own it, bro.

Not that car. Mine.

At least we know you can't beat me straight up.

I didn't know there were any rules.

Five years ago, right before Thanos, I was in a place called Quantum Realm. The Quantum Realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there, you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she is my... she was my... she was supposed to pull me out and then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there.

Sorry, that must have been a very long five years.

It wasn't. For me, it was five hours. See, the rules of Quantum realm aren't like they are up here.

I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise.

Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events...

I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on 'Back to the Future?'

... No.

Good. You had me worried there. Because that would be horseshit.

I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die... with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened, something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterward, I understood the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently, free.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Hey, John.

Perkins?

I thought I'd let myself in.

I noticed. I never knew Ms. Perkins to get out of bed for less than three.

Viggo's giving me four to break hotel rules.

That's unwise, I assure you.

It's this or Cluedo.

Ah, no. We are never playing that again.

Why not?

Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that's why!

It's the only possible solution.

It's not in the rules.

Well, then the rules are wrong!

We did it.

Yes. Yes, we did it. By also violating the natural law.

Look around you. It's over.

You think there will be no consequences, Strange? No price to pay? We broke our rules, just like her. The bill comes due. Always!

What... have I got... in my pocket?

That's not fair... That's not fair! It's against the rules! Ask us another one!

No, no. You said, 'ask me a question.' Well, That is my question. 'What Have I Got In My Pocket?'

It must give us three guesses, precious! It must give us three!

Three guesses, very well. Guess away!

Handses!

Wrong. Try again.

I've got fishses bones, goblinses bones, bat's wings, food... Knife! Oh, shut up!

Wrong again. Last guess.

String... or nothing!

Two guesses at once. Wrong both times.

Ooooooohhh...

I know it's against Kingsman rules, having a relationship.

When I was shot, can you guess what the last thing was that flashed through my mind? It was absolutely nothing. I had no ties. No bittersweet memories. I was leaving nothing behind. Never experienced companionship, never been in love. And in that moment, all I felt was loneliness and regret.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. Just know that having something to lose... is what makes life worth living.

You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you.

That's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?