Sorry, we're closing up.

Hello?

(footsteps)

TRANSLUCENT: Who are you?

The fuck?

TRANSLUCENT: Right in front of you, prick.

(Hughie panting)

You think I wouldn't find this thing?

Hughie.

(grunting)

(shouting)

You pussy, I followed you from the fucking Tower.

-(grunting) -No, no, no!

(groans, coughs)

Who's that guy you were with, in the car?

-Who was he?! -I don't...

-He put you up to this? -I don't know!

He was just some Uber driver, okay?

Don't give me some bullshit! Uber driver!

Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?

-Why'd you plant the bug? -Please.

Please, please, please.

No, please.

TRANSLUCENT: We're The Seven,

Earth's most mighty,

champions of the innocent,

motherfucker!

(panting)

Sorry about the mess.

You should fuck off, Hughie.

("London Calling" by the Clash playing)

Hughie, run!

Well, well, well,

if it ain't the invisible cunt.

-♪ London calling to the faraway towns ♪ -(Translucent chuckles)

-(grunts) -♪ Now war is declared ♪

♪ And battle come down ♪

♪ London calling to the underworld ♪

♪ Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls ♪

-(crashing sounds) -(grunting)

(vocalizing)

(cracking)

(hawks, spits)

There you are.

(grunting)

(groaning)

(panting)

-♪ London... ♪ -(grunts)

(groaning)

TRANSLUCENT: So who are you?

Fucking spy?

For who? Huh?

You're gonna fucking tell me,

or I'm gonna smash your fucking scalp off!

Who the fuck are you?!

I'll tell you who you are.

A fucking moron.

"Translucent" doesn't even mean "invisible."

It means "semi-transparent."

("Take You Down" by Daniel Pemberton playing)

(grunts)

-(electricity crackling) -(screaming)

(panting)

(Butcher groaning)

Is he... is he dead?

-Is he... -(grunts)

(panting)

Well, he ain't moving.

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.

How'd you know the electric could do the job?

Skin's carbon.

Highly conductive.

Saw it on, uh, Jimmy Fallon.

Would've taken me forever to work that one out.

Good job.

Let's get him in the boot.

Wait, wait, what? Wait, what? What?

(grunts) The trunk.

No, no, I mean, what are we-- what are we--

what are we doing with him?

Well, Hughie, you just offed one of The Seven, mate.

Me? I--

You-you hit him with a fucking car!

Look, potato, fucking po-tah-to.

We're both in a shitload of trouble.

No, no, no, we're not! It's-- It--

He-he attacked us, okay?

And you're-you're a federal officer, you know?

Just-just call the fucking FBI.

Yeah, o-okay, so, look,

technically, I'm not a Fed.

What?!

Then who the fuck are you?!

("The Passenger" by Iggy Pop playing)