Don't just stare at him.
Help him up and try again.
Be patient with them, darling. They'll learn.
Mother, please don't tell me those mice are
the servants.
You just told me not to tell you.
Was there something else, or...?
Turn them back right now.
Fine!
Aah!
I know neither of you is exactly a humanitarian...
Ha ha! What would that even mean?
But the Axmen's Guild is coming
- for executioner auditions and— - Axmen's Guild?
They're the best in the biz, artists of capital punishment.
Wouldn't we have to audition to hire one of them?
Yes. That's the problem!
They take enormous pride in what they do.
They won't work with you if they get the sense you're kill-happy,
all killy-willy-nilly.
They need to know you take death seriously.
"Because life is not cheap."
Of course it's cheap. You lot were free.
Besides, all humans die. Who cares when or why
or with what degree of savagery?
Humans do, Mom! And the Axmen's Guild does!
Have you not been paying attention?
Ha! I'm sorry. I was just thinking about
those hilarious servant mice. Shall we go again, darling?
All right. That's it.
It's past time you learned the most basic tenets
of our modern world— that human life matters.
I mean, Stupe is a bloodthirsty soldier.
- She understands this. - Yeah, for sure.
Life—special, relationships—valuable.
What's not to get? I have to go.
See?
And now we have to lock up all the cheese.
All right, death machine. Let's do this.
Hey, Prack.
Hey, Stupe. You're looking good.
I've been drinking water.
Whoa!
- Wow. That was... - Amazing!
I think that was our best kill yet.
- Stop hunting me! - Stop eating corpses.
It's my job.
Man, I can't get magma shakes like these
back home. So spicy.
It feels like I've known you my entire death.
I wonder if we knew each other when we were alive.
Yeah, me, too.
Too bad both of our memories got wiped.
Whatever we did up there,
it couldn't have been better than this.
Want to go fight that skeleton army that
uses the bones of another skeleton army as weapons?
Sorry.
The magma shake is running right through me. Gotta go!
Have you been using my stuff?
It was just one time.
You drank an entire jug
of death poppy poison to die once?
Once each. 50 times.
You realize if something went wrong,
you'd be dead forever?
Is that the worst thing?
Yes! It's literally the worst thing
and not to mention a waste of valuable resources.
All for what, a little vacation?
Am I supposed to not know it's Prack?
Well, I—I mean...
- they are my old rival... - Do they like you?
- I think so... - Prack pals around
with a lot of important dead people.
I don't know. I guess. Sometimes.
I'm going to help you go back to Hades,
but I need you to do something for me.
What did you have in mind?
All right.
To prove we're worthy of the world's best executioners,
you two are going to need to learn the value of human life.
We'll start with the basics.
Humans aren't just things you can turn into other things.
That has not been my experience.
You need to understand that each human being is unique,
passing through the world with their own hopes and dreams.
But you don't need to hear it from me.
You're going to learn it for yourselves.
Let me guess. You want us to have sex with them,
so that we appreciate the beauty and fragility
of humanity?
You don't have to ask me twice.
I'll take you to pound town, my good fellow.
On the contrary, these humans are
not to have sex with.
They're violent criminals who have been sentenced to death
for their dreadful crimes—
Stop making it hotter.
and are therefore candidates
for the Axmen auditions.
You are going to prove you appreciate the value
of all human life by keeping these two prisoners alive
for an entire day,
so you can finally see the fragility of life
and the beauty of its impermanence, and we can get
an absolute genius of head-removal
on our murder staff. Got it? Got it? Good.
So all we have to do is keep them alive?
Well, that's the easiest assignment I've ever heard of.
- Shall we go for a walk? - Splendid idea.
Aah!
They are quite dead.
I was going to take him to pound town.
These are artifacts I stole from the underworld.
You stole from Hades?
It's his fault for having so much great stuff,
like this obsidian fang.
Sorry.
But he caught me, so I'm banished.
There's pictures of me at every entrance.
- I'm locked out. - Whoa.
If you're banished from Hades, what happens when you die?
I don't know. It's like
a figure-it-out-when-we- get-to-it situation.
Really scary to think about, so don't change the subject.
We're talking about you now.
Hades has a palace, and in that palace are
unimaginable treasures,
and I have a shopping list.
I can't just go into Hades' palace.
He's the top dog.
He's so powerful, his name is the same name
as the place where he lives.
Wait a minute.
Are you saying you want me to keep killing myself but use
the realest relationship in my life just so I can pull off
some kind of secret underworld robbery for you?
Yeah.
OK. Just making sure I was following.
Yeah, I'm in.
And after I ripped all his legs off,
the centipede man said I could have his apartment
on the other side of the lake, so you'll
be seeing a lot more of me.
Really? We can be together?
I mean, I still gotta go back
every once in a while.
I got my wolf there. I like my bed. You know.
Hey, what do you know about Hades?
I've met him a couple times.
My buddy's his bodyguard.
You think your buddy could get us a job like that?
So you want to work for the big guy?
Yeah. How do we get a job like yours?
Well, I got mine by killing the last bodyguard—
Stupe! That was my friend.
No, no, no. It was a good kill.
I'll set up a meeting.
Good to have you two on board.
So here's the drill.
The problem with the underworld is there's nothing beneath it,
which means my problems stay my problems forever.
And, sure, I can throw the worst of them in the pit,
but the pit can't solve all my problems.
Plus, it's not soundproof.
Hey, Tantalus, rise and grind?
Working hard or hardly working.
Am I right, Arke?
Do one thing every day that scares you!
You're not saying anything.
Dream big, think small.
Frankly, I don't like
to be the bad guy down here.
I like other guys to be the bad guys.
You see that palace? That's my palace.
I want you to kill anyone who comes to my palace.
And when they get up, you keep killing them
until they get the message.
You do that for me, one day you'll have
a palace of your own. How's that sound?
- It sounds amazing. - The dream, right?
Warriors, partners—maybe more—
fighting by each other's side for all eternity.
So, do we have a deal?
Hades, can we talk about—
OK. Well, not a good time I guess.
Still gonna need a yes or a no.
Then, yes.
No, that's not quite right.
Tyrannis will know we swapped him. He had a sexier brow
and a bigger nose.
I'm sorry. What are we doing here?
We need to make the two of you look like
the other ones we had.
I don't think two noses is right.
Maybe a third to balance him out.
You're talking about Hector and Georgios?
They had names. That's fun.
Yes, they died.
Quite horribly, I'm afraid.
Did mine have antlers?
No, I'm remembering something else.
Man. They were good guys.
I thought they were violent criminals.
Well, sure, but great guys in here.
We all make mistakes.
I mean, yeah, I stole a little fruit—
like, four or five houses full of fruit—
but does that mean I'm irredeemable?
Hardly even seems like a crime.
What are you in for?
Murder. But it's not my fault.
I got into a bar fight with one of those bleeder guys.
I've been there.
One little scratch, and they're like, "Ooh, I'm one of
those bleeder guys. I've got that bleeding thing."
Well, maybe you shouldn't have taken my chair.
- Exactly! - You chaps are fun.
Who wants wine? Does anyone want wine? I'm getting wine.
I got sixty barrels. Will that be enough?
Who am I kidding? I'll get sixty more.
I gotta say, you and I make a pretty good team.
Can I show you some of the booty?
Are you coming on to me?
Not that booty.
I should have said, Do you want to see some of the treasure?
Is that what you call your front booty?
No!
This thing here, armor made from Charybdis scales. Impenetrable.
Minotaur horn. It's both an aphrodisiac and a whistle.
Dragon teeth. They explode on contact.
Ankle wings, magic stones, and if you drink this potion,
you shoot fire out of your eyes. Right, Scott?
Not just your eyes. Every hole.
Every hole!
So cool. Come on. Send me back.
Slow your roll, partner.
We gotta be careful about this.
You're already developing a tolerance for the antidote.
Then use more.
Come on. I gotta see Prack.
You know you're drawn to people
- who are unavailable. - Name one other time.
The Witch King with a thousand wives,
that Ice Goddess who froze anyone she touched,
He Who Cannot Love.
That's all in the past. Prack is—
Dead, not living in this world,
- not a real option for you. - I was going to say
a beautiful person inside and out.
What do you care what I do as long as it
gets you your trinkets?
Fine. Just be careful.
And while you're down there, see if you can get
more information on this mirror that doesn't show...
reflections.
Closed. Closed.
And... open! Welcome home, you two.
Are you serious?
This is bigger than the palace I live in...
in my mind.
I have a vivid but modest imagination.
You're the best bodyguards I ever had.
You feel like family.
Why don't you two join me for dinner tonight?
Hey, Stupe,
will you marry me?
I don't totally know what it is,
but I know I want to do it with you.
Wow!
I mean, of course my answer is—
- No! - No?
No, not no to you. I gotta run
and not 'cause you're so available.
I love how available you are. No!
What the hell was that?
I've been trying to bring you back for an hour.
It's like your soul didn't want to come back.
You don't just get to just pull me out
whenever you feel like it.
Actually, I do, because you're working for me.
I have a life down there, OK?
Don't you mean a death?
Ignorant... and hack!
Mom, Dad, you did it!
I see you took care of your humans,
and from the looks of it, entertained them as well.
But where are the two we had?
I took them away. They're due to get executed
as a trial run by the Axmen's Guild.
Are you mad?
The prisoners you took don't look
anything like Hector and Georgios.
Who?
One of them had three noses.
That did seem weird, but I thought
maybe I'd just missed it the first time.
You cannot execute Jerry and Jacob.
- They are not execution material. - One's a petty thief
and the other one killed one of those bleeder people.
Well, that does cause a bit of a problem.
If I step in now, we'll definitely lose the Guild...
Two relatively innocent people
will lose their heads. They are human beings.
Relax, Mother. You passed the course.
you can stop pretending you internalized the lesson.
I did internalize the lesson. Stop the execution.
But the Axmen's Guild!
Yup, it's sinking in.
Wait! Stop the...
execution.
And the ax guy's mad, too.
We need to talk.
Where's the death machine?
I got that mirror working.
Turns out it's a window to Hades.
Where'd she go? Stupe?
Prack's telling all their friends
that you two are getting married.
You're in too deep. I'm pulling you out.
What? You gotta let me go back.
No. I never should have let you go
in the first place.
I haven't been a very good brother. This ends now.
Now that I already got you everything you wanted
- from down there. - N—no!
There's still a few treasures... I think.
I know you keep poison on you at all times.
That's my walking-around poison.
There you are.
So do you have an answer for me?
The answer is no.
Your girlfriend isn't who you think. She's not even dead.
- What? - That's right.
She used you to get close to me so she could steal from me.
Stupe, is this true?
I can explain.
Everything he said is true.
Shoot. I shouldn't have explained.
And now I'm super mad!
And you're going in the pit.
Why Prack? They're innocent.
I'm not doing this to hurt Prack.
I'm doing it to hurt you.
- And you're banished. - Wait.
What does that mean happens when I die?
Are you're not gonna tell me?
No one could go through life not knowing that.
No!
Hey, work hard. Play harder.
The hustle never stops.
Wake up and smell the... hustle.
- Yeah! - All right!
Do you know why you're doing this?
Long story short,
you're being constantly reminded of downfall.
Do you get it, Stupendous?
I assume you're watching through my special mirror,
which I know I banished you, but I really want that back
because, you know, it's cool and it belonged to someone
I cared about and I had to kill her to get it, so...
Who's Stupendous?
And I wiped their memory.
Well, at least we know what the mirror is now.
- Shh! - I'll make you a deal.
Kill yourself one last time and bring back my stuff,
especially that mirror because I really like it,
and I might think about letting Prack out of the pit.
Hades out.
I'll bring him his stuff.
- Stupe! - What?
I was gonna say,
I am very excited to watch you use that stuff.
Me, too!
Hey, you're not allowed in.
And you're not allowed to have a head.
That was awesome!
Hello?
Listen to me, your name is Prack.
In life, we were enemies,
but in death, we became friends, more than friends.
I'm in love with you,
and not because you're not available
or I have a death wish, but because you're an equal,
and I don't have many of those.
I died a thousand times to be with you,
and I'll die a thousand more times to bring back what we had.
You said my name is Prack?
Yeah. We can start there. You're Prack.
- I'm Stupendous. - You really are.
Seriously?
And you didn't even bring the mirror?
I am really getting sick of you.
So—
I think we just don't talk about it.
Yeah? Not at all? Can we—can we do that?
Of course. Why not?
It's just we've been
through this whole thing together.
You don't think we need to do a recap or a... post-mortem?
Nope. I think we can move on.
Yeah, a week from now,
who's even gonna remember?
Do we still have any of that cheese?
You let them go.
I don't take orders from people in the pit.
Then we'll just have to get out of the pit.
Sisyphus!
What are you doing? No!
Whoa. All this core work has really paid off.
Get back in there! No!
The first one's free, but the nex—Aah!
That's right. Get it all o-!
Hey, man, I think he's had enough.
No! No, no, no! No!
I am getting really tired of y—oof!
Get used to it.
Then you get used to me wiping Prack's memories.
I am Pra— Wait. I was just saying something?
I can do this all existence.
So can I.
But I don't want that for Prack.
You don't want to be a bad guy? Let Prack go.
Let them live in the palace you gave us.
And in return, I'll leave
instead of staying here and ripping your arms off
and beating you with them forever.
I mean, in a way, that does sound easier.
Done.
You won't remember me,
but maybe you'll remember this.
My answer is yes.
OK, when I tell you to—
Aah!
Stupe! You're alive! Say something.
Are you OK?
It's over.
I let Prack go. I'll never see them again.
You may never meet Prack again.
As for seeing Prack again...
I can make do with this for a while. Thanks, bro.
Can we just do this later?
I don't know, Eury. Can we feed our children later?
Did you not bring home any corpses for them to eat?
But you don't know the day I've had.
Because you don't tell me.
You come home after the kids are asleep and go downstairs
to play with your damn toy skeletons.
OK, they are model skeletons, and they are
the only outlet for my stress.
Because you won't sleep with me!
Because you find me repulsive. Admit it.
Eury, I—No. I don't.
Come here. Please come here.
Every time I go to the lake of fire
and find corpses, these two crazy warriors
just start killing me. Like, it's fun for them.
You'll find corpses tomorrow, OK?
Did you get any of that?
Bento.