Helluva boss: Prince of the gods

Murder Family

[A screams and shots are heard.]

Mrs. Mayberry: (offscreen) You scream like a bitch!

[Dunce boy cowers in his seat as the sound of a chainsaw is heard. Blood splatters against the computer screen as the children stare in horror.]

Jarold: (offscreen) Oh, god! What have you done? Sh-She had a family!

Mrs. Mayberry: (offscreen) *sobs* We could've had a family!

[Gunshots are heard and several children look away in disgust. Mrs. Mayberry wipes away the blood from the screen. She looks frazzled at her students.]

Mrs. Mayberry: Oh, dear God. What have I done...? In front of you all! *sobs* I'm so sorry, my children! Don't forget to work on your times tables!

[Another gunshot is heard and the children faint on the floor one by one.]

Mrs. Mayberry: *narrating* You do everything right in life, play by all the rules... and still get sent down here with all the Hitlers and Epsteins of the world!

[The camera lowers to show a pipe and fossils underground, followed by hanging stalactites. The camera stops at the outside of the I.M.P. building. A shot of the door reads "" with "Meeting in progress :)" on a taped piece of paper. Blitzo is seen on his office chair looking bored as a shadow silhouette of Mrs. Mayberry paces the room.]

Mrs. Mayberry: After one measly massacre propelled by blind rage. So, that's why I'm here.

[Mrs. Mayberry turns around, revealing her . Her face is partially shadowed by blinds. She holds a cigarette in her hand.]

Mrs. Mayberry: To get my revenge.

: I mean, was she hotter?

[Mrs. Mayberry glares at Blitzo with an incredulous look on her face.]

Blitzo: *smirks* I'm just saying, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, tits.

[Mrs. Mayberry seethes in anger, her aura glowing red.]

Blitzo: Anywayyyy, I don't think you quite understand how we're operating down here.

[Blitzo stands up and Mrs. Mayberry glares at him.]

Blitzo: See, we take revenge out on the living, and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of death...

[Mrs. Mayberry clenches her fist. Her red aura glows again.]

Blitzo: ...frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you. Boop!

[Blitzo boops her on the nose.]

Mrs. Mayberry: *clenches her claws* Not... all of them. That whore survived. Now, they all call her a hero.

[The camera zooms up to a hospital bed with a bandaged blonde woman recovering. The room is filled with colorful bouquets of flowers. The woman's and are by her bedside.]

Woman reporter: How does it feel to have survived such a crazy bitch?

Martha: I just hope that sick woman finally found peace.

Woman reporter: You are so brave. Here's two million dollars!

[A golden check slowly moves toward her.]

Martha: *innocently* Ohhh! Thank you!

[Cameras flash as Martha smiles by .]

[Martha stands with her husband Ralphie and their two children in front of a house by a lake, surrounded by a picket fence.]