Gears of War 3 Walkthrough: Act 5 Chapter 5 (1 of 3)
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Marcus: Dad, what's Myrrah up to? In your message, you said that she doesn't realize you can't save the Locust.
Marcus' Father: This is a last stand for the Locust, too, Marcus. My device will kill the Imulsion, but it'll harm the Locust, too.
Male 1: I'm not seein' the downside here.
Marcus' Father: I needed more time. Just like E-Day.
Marcus: Yeah, we'll talk about it. Hold on.
Male 1: E-Day? What the hell's he talkin' about?
Male 2: I'm not sure we want to know.
Marcus: Quiet, people. Grubs up ahead.
Male 2: Marcus, we ain't sneaking past them, are we? We got a score to settle.
Marcus: Yeah, we have.
Male 2: Surprise, bitches! We back!
Anya: Guards!
Marcus: Looks dead enough to me.
Male 1: Throwing frag. Throwing frag!
Marcus: Let's do this. That all you got?!
Male 1: I'm out.
Marcus: Gimme that.
Anya: The Lambent are going to breach the doors soon, Marcus.
Marcus: Let's worry about the grubs first. Bloodmount. Frag out!
Male 2: Did you see that?
Male 1: That all you got?
Marcus: Take it. Up there! Reaver!
Male 2: Looks like the only way up.
Marcus: I don't see the elevator cars. Must be at the top.
Male 2: Shit... who'd they build this for, anyway?
Male 1: It's a frickin'palace! Thanks, Prescott! Good use of my taxes.
Marcus: Ah, good. Ah, shit. Baird, fix this.
Marcus' Father: Marcus... I'm responsible for so many deaths. This is where I can put some things right.
Marcus: You didn't start this war. You're ending it.
Marcus' Father: There was a time when I thought I could talk our way out of it.
Damon: Uh, what happens when you set off your glowie killer, Professor? Are we going to feel anything?
Marcus' Father: That depends on how far the Imulsion has colonized your cells, Damon. Do you have a fever? Intense muscle pain?
Damon: No.
Marcus' Father: Then you'll be fine.
Anya: Or not so fine, maybe.
Marcus: Goddammit, Jack, where are those elevators?
Male 2: Takin' they own sweet time.
Male 1: It'll be slow going up, too. Just sayin'.
Male 2: Frag out!
Marcus: Here comes some more!
Anya: Fire in the hole. Drudges!
Marcus: Come on. Bring it! Nice.
Male 2: It's gonna spit.
Anya: Hold 'em off!
Male 2: The head's still alive!
Marcus: Nice!
Anya: Drudges! Watch the arms!
Male 2: Can't stop this!
Anya: Hey, the lifts are here! Let's go!
Marcus: Come on, into the elevator! Move it!
Male 1: Target the pods!
Marcus: Split up, just in case!
Male 1: Hey, you realize where all that sculpture and arty shit came from?
Marcus: You're gonna tell me.
Male 1: The National Museum of Ephyra. Prescott saved friggin' statues instead of us! Asshole!
Marcus: Nice to feel valued. Come on, brass 'em up! Keep 'em off the lifts! Let's dance! This'll do.
Anya: Nowhere to run now.
Marcus: Too late to take the stairs.
Anya: Look out!
Marcus: Jump! Get to the other lift!
Anya: Ah--God! Nearly missed it!
Male 2: You two okay up there?!
Marcus: Yeah, we're fine! Anya, you okay?
Anya: I'm fine. Don't worry.
