Previously...
Noel: "The past is the past. We've got to look to the future now. Isn't that why we're here?"
Brianna: "Err...I suppose. Do you think I should save the group?"
Noel: "Personally, no. If you intend to win, jeopardising your overall score will not help you in the finale. And mainly because I want to use my silver exemption so it doesn't rust."
Brianna: "Pretty sure it doesn't rust."
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Lloyd: "Yes, that's it. Your guard is always up. It's like you're hiding something."
Lloyd: "Take it from me. You should try and let go of yourself from time to time."
Claves: "What an exciting thought."
Lloyd: "I mean it. It'll do you good. Just...try it sometime."
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Chris: "Philo?"
Chris: "What are you staring at?"
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Philo: "A thought occurred to me. I could reverse time and erase all the negativity, but I could also try and make Shirley's life hell. What do I have to lose? Everyone already has their backs turned against me. I'm no longer a popular celebrity. I'm a fallen angel, a has-been, a desperado. And it's all Shirley's fault. If I'm able to get to the right time period, maybe I could...I don't know, kill baby Shirley? I haven't really thought about what I want to do."
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"Unfortunately, Lloyd Smart, you have been executed. Please pack your bags and leave."
Lloyd: "I guess Brianna chose herself in the end. I understand. I did enjoy what time I spent here in the future and I will try my best to come back. See ya, and all the best."
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Chris: "Do you regret it?"
Noel: "Depends on what you mean by 'it'."
Chris: "Letting Lloyd go before saying goodbye."
Noel: "Were you expecting me to run dramatically to him and kiss him passionately for the next 2 hours?"
Chris: "You know what I mean. Ever since you slapped Lloyd the two of you haven't exactly been on speaking terms. And now he's executed. You didn't get a chance to fix things with him."
Noel: "You talk like you and Lloyd have become BFFs."
Chris: "We're not, but we did clear the air. I did it on that very same night."
Noel: "Wait, you approached him? Does the sun rise from the West here? Come to think of it, where does the sun rise?"
Chris: "Don't try to change the subject."
Noel: "I'm not worried. Lloyd is smart. It's in his name. He'll come back. We'll talk then."
Chris: "And if he doesn't?"
Noel: "Oops, I guess? Honestly I don't know why you're harping on this so much. Why are you so interested in my life?"
Chris: "I'm not. I've just come to realise that so many grudges aren't worth holding. How many do-overs do we get in our life? We shouldn't procrastinate on setting things right."
Noel: "Well that's your belief and you do you, but don't try to impose them onto me. I did nothing wrong. If anything, he should have come to me. I don't see why I should be the one. What era is this?"
Chris: "I thought you were the hip one. I didn't expect you to carry such conservative values."
Noel: "How is this...yeah, I guess they are pretty old-school thoughts. Must've been really ingrained in me. I avoided everything my own Dad did wrong in trying to raise Noah. I definitely wasn't such an ass...not in this way anyway. I actually have no idea where that thought came from."
Noel: "It must be this dream pod messing with my mind. Or I'm delirious from sleep deprivation. Goodnight, Chris."
Chris: "Keep hiding your head in the sand. It'll come and bite you back in the ass one day."
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In the future, many things are far advanced. However, traffic still exists in the future. Contestants must help direct traffic in the next mission. One of them will be the traffic police while the rest will drive through various sticky situations one at a time. For every car that makes it out, 40 points will be earned. This mission is worth 160 points. They have 1 hour in total.
Chris: "It looks like nobody else is coming."
Brianna: "That's good for us. Let's decide then. Who will be the traffic cop?"
Claves: "We need someone firm and decisive."
Noel: "That's my middle name."
Chris: "We also need someone who's very logical and can keep calm under pressure. We only have an hour to drive 4 cars."
Noel: "I can do it."
Chris: "I would vote for Noel or Claves. Philo, what are your thoughts?"
Philo: "Hm? Anything goes."
Brianna: "I think I'm a good candidate too."
Claves: "I am okay with either Noel or Brianna."
Noel: "Both Chris and Claves mentioned me. Philo said anything goes so I guess I'm the chosen one."
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Noel: "What traffic exists in a wasteland...you know what? Forget it. I'm not gonna question future space rules."
Noel: "Chris, can you hear me?"
Chris: "Loud and clear."
Noel: "Awesome. You're our first star. Do us proud."
Noel: "Claves, drive forward."
Claves: "Got it."
Noel: "You too, Philo. Just drive until you kiss that car."
Noel: "Brianna, you drive forward. Claves, take that car over there. Hmm...should I send Philo or Brianna?"
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Noel: "Alright, I cleared a path for you, Chris. Now drive until you can't make it."
Chris: "On it."
Noel: "Good boy. Now, how do I move that long-ass brown train carriage out of the way?"
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Noel: "The annoying thing is that the cars aren't a perfect block shape, so it's hard to determine exactly how far each car can go, or how much space each of them take. I sent them back and forth a little, and I imagine they must be annoyed with me. But I still got the job done in the end."
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Noel: "What are you waiting for, Chris? Go, go, go!"
Chris: "I'm going. I needed to start the engine first."
Noel: "Awesome. That's 50 points in the pot. Thanks to moi."
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The second puzzle.
Claves: "I'm awaiting your orders."
Noel: "It's not your turn yet. Take a break, jam to the space tunes. Damn, kind of wish I was down there in that cool car."
Chris: "We're waiting."
Noel: "I'm thinking...okay, looks like you're our best first move, Chris. Move forward."
Chris: "I can't quite seem to."
Noel: "You're seated backwards, that's why. I'm not from the future but I'm pretty sure steering wheels haven't changed."
Noel: "You too Philo. Move along."
Noel: "Brianna..."
Brianna: "I can't move, if you couldn't tell from above."
Noel: "I know that. I was telling you to get out of that car and take the white one."
Noel: "Okay, looks like you have to reverse, Claves."
Claves: "Is there no other solution?"
Noel: "Not from up here. Is there a problem?"
Claves: "Actually, yes. The engine won't start."
Noel: "What? You have got to be kidding me. Engine failures never played a part in Rush Hour when I was a kid."
Claves: "I'm sorry. I truly am. But I think I've run out of fuel."
Noel: "Fine. I'll find another way. Hmm..."
Noel: "Philo, can you take the black car?"
Philo: "I'm stuck here."
Noel: "Chris?"
Chris: "I'm also trapped."
Brianna: "I can do it. I'm not blocked from this side."
Noel: "THANK YOU BRIANNA."
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Noel: "Chris, reverse."
Chris: "Again? This isn't going anywhere."
Philo: "I think we should just give up."
Noel: "No. This puzzle is solvable, and would have been if not for a curious engine malfunction."
Chris: "Claves, can you start the car?"
Claves: "No. It's out of fuel."
Brianna: "Then we have to cut our losses early. Give up, Noel. There's no other way."
Noel: "There must be another way."
Brianna: "There is no other way. We're wasting time."
Noel: "Uggh, fine. But it's not my fault."
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The third puzzle.
Brianna: "I'm not going to turn on the engine yet to conserve fuel."
Noel: "Claves, drive."
Noel: "Brianna, move forward."
Noel: "Yep yep yep yep STOP! That'll do."
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Noel: "Brianna, I'm gonna need you to move that baby."
Brianna: "Hang on. I'm starting the car. It takes a while."
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Noel: "I'm trapped...or rather, Brianna is. I need to move the green car, but how?"
Noel: "Oh, I got it!"
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Noel: "Claves, drive down. I hope you still have fuel."
Claves: "I do. These cars are re-fuelled every puzzle."
Noel: "I cleared a path for you Brianna. You know what to do next."
Brianna: "Yes! We did it again."
Noel: "Oh yeah, who's the man?"
"10 minutes left."
Noel: "Crap. Better hurry."
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Noel: "We've got to step on it, literally and figuratively."
Noel: "Brianna, you're in the black car, right?"
Brianna: "Yup."
Noel: "Great. Get out of the way. You're blocking the exit. Pretty please?"
Noel: "Clave and Chris, drive those four cars forward."
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Noel: "Chris, I need you to take that blue car and move it back And hurry."
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Noel: "Crap crap crap. I can't find a solution. Okay, breathe. I can do this. I'll be the galaxy's best traffic cop by the time this is over."
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Brianna: "With not a lot of time left on the clock, we hear...nothing. Chris and I were yelling into the walkie-talkie to get Noel to do something, anything. He kept dismissing us and saying he was trying to find a solution. That didn't happen."
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"Time is up."
Noel: "Damn it. I couldn't find a solution. Guess I should stick to writing plays."
Only Chris and Brianna's cars made it out of the traffic congestion in time, so 80/160 points were earned in the mission. Did Noel delay things on purpose, or were the four drivers messing around in the cars?
Pot: 325/592
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Sad life story
Brianna: "This talk needs to happen. What went wrong?"
Noel: "You mean apart from the obvious and very blatant sabotage that is Claves?"
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Philo: "I guess...what I'm trying to say is...would you kill for me?"
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Brianna: "You sound like the type of Sim I hate."
Chris: "I probably am."
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Philo: "Do you know what it's like to abandon everything you've ever known? Disappointed everyone who had a single ounce of hope left in you? To turn your back on everything and everyone that made you who you are because you're a fucking senseless cuck like me?"
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Claves: "You're not at that level to intimidate me."
Chris: "You don't want to see me try. I could drive my own daughter away, and drive my own wife crazy."
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Philo: "I just knew you wouldn't understand."
