The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 2 Page #3

So if you wanna kill me,

do it.

Make snow happy.

I'm tired of killing

his slaves for him.

I'm not his slave.

I am.

That's why I killed cato.

And he killed thresh.

And thresh killed clove.

It just goes

around and around.

And who wins?

Always snow.

I am done being

a piece in his game.

District 12, district 2.

We have no fight.

Except the one

the capitol gave us.

Why are you

fighting the rebels?

You're neighbors.

You're family.

These people

are not your enemy.

We all have one enemy.

And that's snow.

He corrupts everyone

and everything.

He turns the best of us

against each other.

Stop killing for him.

Tonight, turn your weapons

to the capitol.

Turn your weapons to snow.

Tonight,

turn your weapons

to the capitol.

Turn your weapons to snow.

Hold your fire.

A toast.

Antonius,

with our best troops

crushed in the mountains

and the rebels

marching on us as we speak,

what did we celebrate?

The death of

the mockingjay, sir.

If peeta didn't kill her,

her own arrogance did.

Of course.

That's the same

facile thinking

that led you to divert

our best peacekeepers

into district 2.

You have a habit of burying

people before they're dead.

If the mockingjay were gone,

the rebels would already be

using her as a martyr.

No, minister Antonius,

I'm afraid that is not

what we were toasting at all.

Sir,

the rebels

can be held off out...

The rebels will reach

the outskirts of the capitol

in a matter of days.

We'll evacuate the outer

blocks to let them in.

I want all anti-aircraft

defenses ready,

so we're secure

from the skies.

Lure them into the city,

and then our gamemakers

will make them pay

for every inch with blood.

I want every camera watching.

We'll turn their advance into

a celebration of suffering.

Let each moment be captured

for all posterity.

So, what did we toast tonight,

minister Antonius?

We toasted a glorious era

coming to its bitter end.

Well, there she is.

The mockingjay.

Oh, that speech you gave.

Oh, man, feel.

I mean,

i still have goose bumps.

You don't mind, do you?

They cut off my supply

of morphling.

There's this head doctor

that comes in

and sees me every day,

trying to help me

adjust to reality.

Like some guy from

this rabbit's Warren

actually knows anything

about my reality.

At least 20 times

in a session,

he tells me

that I'm totally safe.

Safe from the capitol.

Safe from snow.

What about you, mockingjay?

You feeling totally safe?

Till I got shot.

Oh, please.

The bullet didn't

even touch you.

Cinna saw to that. Of course,

your costume

would be bulletproof.

So what are your injuries?

Bruised ribs,

bruised lung.

I'm surprised they haven't

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