RIGGAN THOMSON: And it's all you have to do is--

[SNAP]

[WHISTLE]

[EXPLOSION]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNFIRE]

[WHISTLE]

[EXPLOSION]

BIRDMAN: This is what I'm talking about, bone slamming, big, loud, fast. Look at these people. Look at their eyes. They're all sparkly. They love this shit. They love blood. They love action, not these talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit.

[SCREECH]

[LASER POWERING UP]

[ROAR]

[ANGRY ROAR]

[GUNFIRE]

BIRDMAN: Yes. And the next time you screech--

[SCREECH]

It will explode into millions of ear drums. You'll glimmer on thousands of screenings around the globe, another blockbuster.

MAN: [INAUDIBLE] down.

BIRDMAN: You are a god.

MAN: Who is that?

BIRDMAN: See? There you go, you mother fucker. Gravity doesn't even apply to you.

MAN: Hey, don't do it!

BIRDMAN: Wait til you see the faces of those who thought we were finished. Listen to me. Let's go back one more time and show them what we're capable of. We have to end it on our home terms, with a grand gesture. Plans, sacrifice--

WOMAN: Oh, my god!

BIRDMAN: Icarus.

WOMAN: Is somebody up there? Oh, my god!

BIRDMAN: You can do it. Do you hear me? You are--