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(wind chime tinkling)

(panting)

(moans)

(panting)

(bulldog panting)

- Come on.
- Mm-mm.

- Just come with.
- Nuh-uh.

- Please? (laughs)
- No fucking way.

This may be
their last reunion tour ever.

- Yeah, I fucking hope so.
- (laughs)

They're the best band.

Oh, come off it.

Look, I ain't stopping you.
If you really want to go,

I'll buy you front row seats.
You can take Rachel.

I don't want to take Rachel.

- I want you to come with me.
- (groans)

I would be forced to chop
my fucking ears off.

- I'll make a mess everywhere.
- Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Then I would just have
to clean it up.

- You would?
- Yeah.

Smart-ass.
(chuckles)

You love it.

- Do I?
- Yeah, you do.

Yeah.

(Becca chuckles softly)

(kiss)

(bulldog panting)

- (siren wailing)
- (horn honks in distance)

(exhales)

♪ Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, baby ♪

(exhales)

(sighs)

♪ What in the world
gonna become ♪

- ♪ Of me? ♪
- (groaning)

♪ This doggone strike ♪

♪ Soon it's gonna become over,
people ♪

(exhales)

♪ God knows my life can't last ♪

- ♪ Any longer ♪
- (water running)

♪ I go to the welfare ♪

♪ What the welfare said ♪

♪ "Look at here now, man" ♪

♪ "One type of-of beans ♪

♪ And one can of tripe" ♪

♪ I said, "No" ♪

♪ God knows that will never do ♪

♪ If Ford, Chrysler
soon will end this strike ♪

♪ God knows, God knows ♪

♪ I don't know
what I'm gonna do. ♪

♪ ♪

(horns honking)

(soft chatter)

- Hi.
- Good morning.

(beeps)

- (gasps)
- Morning, Deputy Director.

How did you get in here?

You're like the fucking mold

on my laundry room tiles.

You scrape it off,
comes right back.

Sounds like you got a little bit
of a moisture problem, luv.

Security, please.

I can stop 'em getting Supes
in the military.

What makes you think I care?

Personally, I can't wait
until they're in Syria.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Last week.

A-Train, mainlining

before the big race.
His fuck buddy,

Popclaw,

pinning the same stuff.

They call it Compound V.
It's some kind of

booster or steroid for Supes.

Jacks 'em right up.

Now, word gets out that Supes

are nothing but a bunch
of juice junkies,

no one's gonna want 'em
in national defense.

Mm-hmm.

Got a sample?

Not yet.

Mm.

This could be heroin.

It could be anything.

You don't trust me.

Susan, I am shocked and saddened
by that.

Really?

I'm sure.

Speaking of which,

I haven't seen Translucent
around anywhere.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

Cunt's invisible.

He could be standing
in that fucking corner,

plugging one out right now,
for all we know.

Look, you think Supes
are cunts now?

You just wait till
they're wearing camo.

I mean, what's to stop
Sergeant Homelander

from killing a couple
of hundred thousand Chinese?

How are you gonna try him
for war crimes?

He's gonna murder
the bloody lot of us

before he steps one foot
in The Hague.

I mean, you might as well
hand the bloody launch keys

over to Vought right now.

You're really working
this one, huh?

Just being
an upstanding citizen, luv.

Oh, I know.

Okay.

You get me some hard proof,

something actionable
that I can use,

and maybe I'll throw you
a few bucks.

For your operating costs.

But if you fuck me on this,

for the rest of your life,
you'll be drinking your own piss

at a black site.

Say you understand.

See, now, Susan, this is why
it never went anywhere with us.

You can't have two alpha males,
'cause inevitably someone's...

Say you fucking understand.

I understand.

Remind me, what was our deal?

- POPCLAW (over phone): What?
- What was our fucking deal?

Go to hell. I already told you,
A-Train runs the Compound...

Yeah, runs the Compound V to
the noodle shop up on Division.

We've been up on it all week
and we ain't seen fuck all.

Well, wherever he's going,
it's around there,

because every time
he leaves with the V,

he comes back with the sesame
noodles. That's all I know.

Well, you'd better
be right, love,

or you and your dearly
departed landlord

are gonna find yourselves
on Pornhub

in the Fatal Cunnilingus
section.

You son of a bitch,
if you even...

(panting)

MOTHER'S MILK:
Sorry, baby, just, work's

just been a motherfucker lately.

You know I'd much rather be
at home, rubbing on them toes

than out here breaking up
yard fights,

but you know, a brother
got to get paid, right?

Oh, most definitely.

Payday comes, we gonna be
all up in Kay Jewelers,

tearing it down.

Champagne showers.

(laughs)

I know, I know,
I'm just kidding.

All right, sweetheart.
Talk to you.

(kissing sounds)

Say something.

Well, you know,
Jean-Paul Sartre said

marriage stifles
our essential male urges.

Jean-Paul Sartre also died
a old, lonely motherfucker.

Not to mention his girl

was shacking up
with some other dude.

Uh, oui.
They were free to explore.

Explore what? Gonorrhea?

Come on, Frenchie.

Why work so motherfucking hard
if you don't have somebody

to go home to and sleep
next to at night?

Well, I go to sleep next to
someone different every night.

Yeah, and that's 'cause you're
an old, lonely fucker, too.

- And you're gonna die by yourself.
- Mm.

Well, if you and Monique
have something so pure,

why are you lying to her
about where you are?

Noodle Guy. He's packing.

About time we see something.

♪ ♪

We got to go in there, don't we?

Don't be scared, petit Hughie.

Will you stop calling me that?
I'm, like, six feet tall.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(guards speaking Filipino)

(mouths)

(song in Japanese playing
faintly)

(song gets louder)

MOTHER'S MILK (whispering):
Let's hurry up, let's go.

Check those boxes.

Frenchie, look for the V.

Frenchie, come on, let's go,

Check these boxes.

Come on, Frenchie,
what are you doing?

Are you deaf?

Jesus.

Who's that?

I think we should let her go.

No, no, no, no, no, uh-uh. We're
here for the V, and we get out.

This isn't a rescue.

You sound like Butcher.

I sound like a motherfucker
that wants to be breathing.

Goddamn it, Frenchie,
what the...

Hey! Don't set her free!

(screaming)

Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck.

Hughie, let's go!
Let's go, Hughie!

Come on!

(grunting, shouting)

(panting softly)

- (groans)
- (panting)

(birds singing)

DEEP: Couple weeks ago,
we were all getting...

we were all getting wasted
in the common room.

It was, like,
Super Bowl, I think.

(sighs)

And I don't know.
Maybe I was just drunk, but...

(clock ticking)

...you know, I tried.

I-I really tried...

to talk to the guys.

About...?

Dolphins.

Did you know, in Japan,
that they

hunt down and slaughter
20,000 dolphins a year?

Intelligent animals.

Yeah,
that have regional accents, and

a great sense of humor.
I mean, they're...

(chuckling)
They're hilarious.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

And that night, A-Train

thought it'd be funny to stick
a blow-up dolphin in my bed.

With lipstick on its blowhole.

Yeah, real creative pricks.

(exhales)

I'm sorry.

That must have hurt.

Yeah, I'm-I'm...
I'm the diversity hire.

I'm a joke.

I mean, yeah,
I can talk to fish. So what?

How often do you need to be
saved by a school of salmon?

Kevin, that's just not true.

Where would that Carnival
cruise ship be without you?

Yeah. I know.

Okay, I need to...
self-actualize,

show more confidence.

After all, who are you?

I'm one of The Seven.

And what does that mean?

I can do anything
I set my mind to.

What do you want
to set your mind to?

(exhales)

(Japanese song playing on TV)

BUTCHER:
What a mess.

You all right?

I mean, just when you think

this shit can't get
any more horrible...

Nah, don't worry.

It can get a lot more horrible.

Butcher, come check this out.

Take a look.

V.

So, A-Train's running it here,

and these blokes are dosing
the Asian bird with it.

Yeah, back when
they had eyeballs.

Yeah, but why?

Is it a Vought thing or,
like, a side hustle?

Came gift-wrapped in this.

Find out where it came from.

I'll shake a few trees.

Why the hell were they
dosing her?

Why don't we ask
foie gras over here?

He's the one that let her out.

- She looked innocent.
- Innocent?

(chuckles) She's locked up
in a cage, underground,

with two armed guards?

I had a feeling about her.

Nah, Frenchie,
you just didn't follow the plan.

You never follow the plan, man.

You need to unclench
your asshole.

You need to eat
my clenched asshole,

- how 'bout that?
- Why are you two carrying on

- like a bunch of fucking twats?
- (phone chimes)

We're sniffing down
a shit sandwich

the size of Watergate.

Vought and the Supes are both
gonna be looking for her.

All we got to do is
find the female first.

(phone chimes)

Keep looking.

Who's that, then, eh?

It's nobody.

"Annie?" Starlight?

HUGHIE: Yeah, it's nothing.
I mean, we were supposed to

go on a date.

Not a date, just, she asked me

if I wanted to ask her
for her number,

and then we just
kind of platonically

exchanged information,
but the...

the word "date" was
never mentioned.

Call her back right now.
You're fucking going.

As a rule, I don't usually
go out after a gory massacre.

Listen, here's the job.

You're gonna hot mic her phone.

From now on, we hear
everything she says.

I mean,
this is a golden opportunity.

And after all you done,
piece of cake.

Yeah, she's not a...
She's not a bad person.

She's a Supe, Hughie.

Just like the fucking rest
of them.

STILLWELL: Okay, we are not gonna
be able to cover this up forever.

Translucent does not
show his face soon,

people are gonna start
to notice.

What if we just
get in front of it?

Tell the world
he died tragically

in the service of his country.

We could have an amazing
funeral, bigger than Kennedy's.

I don't know, admit that
one of our unkillable

superheroes just got killed?

Kiss that military bill
good-bye.

Let's not overthink it.

We just say he's on
a classified mission.

We can't say where, in the
interest of national security.

All we can say is
he's fighting MS-13.

Ooh, yes. That's good.

Simple. Done. Boom.

- MS-13. I like it.
- (phone ringing)

STILLWELL:
Hello?

What? When?

How many people know?

STILLWELL:
Seven minutes ago,

Trans-Oceanic Flight 37
from Paris to Chicago

was hijacked mid-air.

- Seven minutes ago?
- Yeah.

A source from NORAD
gave us a heads up.

MAEVE:
How many hijackers?

STILLWELL:
Well, looks like three.

MAEVE:
Did they scramble F-16's?

Yep, as we speak.

But you can get there quicker.

(Maeve sighs)

STILLWELL:
Can I please have the room?

HOMELANDER:
Oh, middle of the Atlantic.

- Yep.
- No-man's-land.

STILLWELL: You can't operate
on foreign soil,

but a plane hijacked
over international waters...

If you intercept,
no one will protest.

If you bring those passengers
back alive,

not one congressman
will have the balls

to vote against our bill.

Mm-hmm.

This is our chance.

More important than Translucent.

More important than anything.

Concentrated halothane.

- (clatter)
- It's not a guarantee,

but it should knock out
your girl.

(smooches)
Merci, pumpkin.

I must go; this girl,
she's got a head start.

Hey, I miss you.

I got us a pied-á-terre
on the Bowery.

When will you be coming by?

As soon as I can.

Promise.

- Promise?
- Mm-hmm.

(pained groan)

Don't make me use
that gas on you,

huh, pumpkin?

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
- Mm. Oh...

CHERIE:
Mm.

- (door bells jingle)
- (Cherie sighs)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Fuck!

When will they intercept?

Corporal, I don't care
who is in the room with you,

- I need a goddamn update.
- (knock at door)

Jesus.

Hey. Do you have a second?

It is not really a good time.

I'd really appreciate it.
Super quick.

- Pretty please? Thank you.
- No... Oh, okay.

(sighs)
So... I found a mission.

Uh-huh.

And I think
it's really important.

And I'd like to do it,
with your permission, of course.

What? Where?

- Oceanland.
- Oceanland?

Yeah. So, get this,
the dolphins there,

I mean, they are really underfed
and abused.

To be quite honest,
they're really frustrated.

And I'd like to, you know,
just shine a light on it.

I think people would
really respond to that.

You do realize that you are
at the centerpiece

of the Oceanland fall campaign?

Yeah, well, I mean, we could
just bail on that, right?

The deal sucks anyways.

No, we can't.

Listen, I'd just like to,
you know,

maybe do something
with a little more substance.

Okay.

- Yeah?
- I hear you. Yes.

- Okay?
- Uh-huh.

Deep...

play to your strengths.

Hey. baby.

Hey...

What'd you do?

What the hell are you
talking about?

Who did you tell about
Compound V?

Nobody. Why? What...

Because you're the only
person who knew, other than me,

that I had it...
where I was taking it.

I-I didn't tell anyone anything.

You're being paranoid.

Who else did you fucking tell?!

Don't yell at me.

Listen to me.

Sit down.

Look, I love you.
You know I do.

I've loved you since
the first time that we met.

Oh, really?
I heard you at the race.

No girlfriend.
Open to offers.

Come on, I have to say
those things.

You know this.
They make me.

It's my brand.

Come here.

(quietly):
Come here.

You remember when you relapsed?

Yes.

And I stayed and I rubbed
your back.

Cleaned up your puke.

I'm there for you, always.

I know, baby.

Please,

tell me who you told.

'Cause we're in trouble.
We're in a lot of trouble.

I didn't tell anyone.

Either way, you're gonna
have to pack a bag,

so get everything that you need.

Why? Where are we going?

I'm gonna take care of this,

but until I do,
I got to get you somewhere safe,

before Homelander finds out.

I love you.

I love you, too.

("Eyes Can't Hide"
by Extreme Music plays)

Mani? Pedi? Special deal.

(woman screaming)

The hilarious
Dolphins Ahoy Extravaganza,

starring these two knuckleheads.

So this fall, remember, go Deep.
Go Oceanland.

All right, let's see
what you got.

You said you, uh,
you bowled before?

Yeah, I'm just a little rusty.

- You?
- Uh, yeah. Here, actually.

My whole life.

I had my first kiss
with Amy Seeler

in the men's bathroom
when I was 14.

- It was really romantic.
- Yeah.

I'm sure that's exactly how
she pictured her first kiss.

Excuse me.
Where was your first kiss?

Prom.

It was amazing.

Wait, senior prom?

So your first kiss
was when you were 18?

Mm-hmm.

Which you're not joking about,

and that's fine, that's great.

Yeah, I had a very
Jesus-centric childhood.

(pins crashing)

(high-pitched ringing)

- Yeah!
- (whoops)

(muffled voices)

STARLIGHT:
He never asked me out again.

Sorry. Um, what were you saying?

No, just about prom.

- What was it... what about...
- Nothing.

It's-it's stupid.

Um, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna throw one.

Ah! Ah.

So what's, uh,
what's Translucent like?

That's a conversational
left turn.

Yes, it was.
I'm sorry about that.

Sorry. Yeah, it just
popped into my head.

As a kid, he was my favorite.

You said the other ones
were dicks; is he a dick, too?

Well, I mean, he's not great
with privacy or boundaries,

I will say that.

But otherwise,
he seems like a loner.

He spends most of his free time
with his son.

- He's got a son?
- Yeah. Early divorce, I think.

He's about ten.

Hunter or Maverick
or something like that.

(speaking Arabic)

(passengers whimpering, crying)

(woman screams)

- (gasps)
- (speaking Arabic)

It's okay.

(speaking in Arabic)

(passengers screaming)

(bones snap)

(passengers gasp)

(overlapping chatter)

All right, everyone,
it's all over.

It's all safe.
You're all gonna be fine.

(cheering, whistling)

WOMAN:
Thank you, Homelander!

Oh, no, no. (laughs)

Come on, now. You guys.

You guys made it.

- You okay, sweetheart?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Good for you.

You guys are amazing, fantastic.

Go, Maeve!

Hey, let's get
a round of applause

for Queen Maeve.

- Yeah!
- (cheering)

Captain?

Stop. Stop.

HOMELANDER: Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, easy, fella.

Take it easy.

There you go, just relax.

(alarm blaring)

ATC!

It's dead!

Can you fly a plane?

Wouldn't matter if I did!

What do we do?

(panicked chatter)

All right, everyone,
remain calm.

Stay in your seats.
Everything's under control.

You got to go out there,
lift the plane up.

Lift the plane? How? (stammers)
There's nothing to stand on.

It's fucking air.

I don't know, fly at it,
ram it straight.

No, that kind of speed, either
the plane goes ass over tit

or I'll punch straight
through the hull, or...

(passengers screaming)

Whoa! Whoa, that was a big one!

Everything's fine,
don't worry about it.

Okay. Okay.

You take everybody, one by one,
you fly them to the ground.

(chuckles) And what?
Come back 123 times?

Maeve, think.

We're done here.

- Please.
- Everything's fine, guys.

- Everything's fine. You're okay.
- Wait, you're leaving us?

No, no, no, no, no. I'm just
seeing something down the back.

Oh, my God, you're leaving.

- He's leaving us.
- I said I'm not...

- (screaming)
- Whoa!

Homelander,
are you going to save us?

Oh, sweetheart, of course
I'm gonna save you,

you betcha.

I'm gonna save everyone here,
don't worry about it.

- Ma'am, relax, hands off me.
- It's okay. It's okay.

Maeve!

(passengers talking, crying)

(screaming)

(alarms blaring)

(screaming, crying)

Okay, you two,
take off your masks. Come on.

Now!

- Take these two!
- No, no.

- Just these two! Please!
- No! What, so they

can tell the world that we left

the rest of them to fucking die?

- Come on!
- No, Maeve. No. You stay back!

All of you, stay back.

You stay the fuck back
or I'll laser you, goddamn it!

I will laser every
fucking one of you!

Stay back!

Let's go.

No, Maeve, no!

- Please stay!
- I'm sorry.

- Take us!
- Maeve!

Please, don't leave us. Please!

GIRL:
Maeve!

Don't die with them.

Maeve.

- What is wrong with you?
- Please, Maeve!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

(crying):
Please take her.

Take my daughter!

- Please! Please take her!
- Please.

MOTHER:
Take her!

(screaming)

(crying)

(screaming)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Oh, look at this.

- Homicide.
- You got here fast.

- Yeah, it was on the squawker.
- What's with the accent?

What's with yours?

You ever seen her here before?

Maybe a year ago.

It's a gang hit.

A gang hit?

- And who told you that, eh?
- I'm not arguing with him.

I'm looking into it.

Excuse me.

Cheers, mate.

A-Train saw me
a fucking week ago.

- What if he made me?
- He didn't see you.

Listen, that's easy for you to
say, Butcher, but I got people.

Oh? And I don't?

Look, Vought don't send a Supe
to do a gang hit, all right?

He was after the female.

Hey, man, who was the woman?

Roberta Cho, mother of four,

loved Mexican food, and smuggled
in a ton of immigrants

- from all over the Pacific.
- Eh, like our girl.

WOMAN:
A-Train, can I get a selfie?

(excited chatter)

WOMAN 2:
I got it.

That wanker can cover
all of Manhattan in 30 minutes.

He's gonna find her
before we do.

No, he won't.
I know where she's going.

Penn Station.

She's working her way backwards.
She's trying to get home.

I'm Ezekiel, and I want you
to join me at the BELIEVE EXPO,

June 6 to 10
at the Fairgrounds.

ANNOUNCER: Sponsored
by Samaritan's Embrace.

EZEKIEL:
We're gonna have music,

we're gonna have worship,
food trucks and,

- oh, yeah, Christ.
- (crowd cheering)

Featuring Homelander
and Starlight from The Seven.

- Hey. (chuckles)
- I know.

Look, I'm not down to convert
the masses or anything,

I'm just...
I'm doing a panel for teens.

And, uh, I'm donating
my appearance fee

to the Covenant House.

You are literally
the nicest person in the city.

No, seriously.

Every other nice person
can fuck off and go home.

I mean, that's why I do it.

Vindictive personal glory.

You okay?

Yeah, yes. Yeah.

You seem a little...

I don't know.

Hmm.

Okay.

I'll come clean.

If I'm being honest...

I'm a little suspicious of you.

You are?

Yeah. I mean,
you say you bowled a lot.

And you know, you have,
like, superpowers,

yet you are
a remarkably shitty bowler.

You know what
I think is happening?

I think you're holding back
for some weird,

"not gonna show me up
on a first date" reason.

You want to quit stroking my ego
and show me what you really got?

Holy shit.

Now that's a strike.

Yeah.

(laughs)

Yeah, that's great, man.

Good looking out. Thanks.

Well? Don't leave us hanging.

Okay, so Deshawn's a brother
that grew up on my block,

but now he delivers packages.

Yeah, not the part
I'm interested in.

He ran down the account number

and the box containing the V
came from Samaritan's Embrace.

Ezekiel's Supe charity?

What the fuck's
that Jesus-thumping,

elastic bastard
got to do with it?

Maybe we find the girl,
we find out.

Yeah. All right.

Platforms, ground floor,
I'll take upstairs.

Whoever pings her, get onto
Frenchie and stick with her

till we use the gas, all right?

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

ANCHOR:
If you're just tuning in,

authorities have lost
all radar and satellite imagery

of hijacked Flight 37
and fear the worst.

Search planes have begun
to fan out

over the flight path
off the Atlantic...

(indistinct chatter)

(song in Japanese playing)

(song continues playing)

- (gasps)
- Non, non.

It's okay. It's gone.

It's gone, you see?

I'm not here to hurt you.

You like music, huh?

Well, me, too.

C-Can I tell you a secret
I never told anyone?

When I was a boy,

my father, he stole me
from Mamma.

In Marseilles, middle of the
night, just broke in, took me.

Kept me with him for years.

Hotel after hotel.

Every few nights,
take me out for a walk.

Smoke a Gauloise,
tell me he loved me, then...

I tried to run away
so many times.

I jumped buses, trains.

Anything to get back
to Marseilles.

To Mamma.

But every time, he find me.

So I know what it's like
to want to go home.

You see, I know your secret.

You're not a bad person.

Just a scared one.

Let me help you.

(TV switches channels)
- ...reports of suspicious activity...

Coming through.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no...

Frenchie. Did you see her?
Which way did she go?

- I don't know.
- Did you try to gas her?

- No.
- Why not?

- It didn't seem right, huh?
- You went off plan

- because it didn't seem right?
- I'm sorry, okay?

STARLIGHT: Ah, Sean Jakowski.
Cross-country team.

- Mm.
- I had such a huge crush on him,

and he finally asked me out
to this party.

My hair looked cute,
we held hands, it was perfect.

Then, all of a sudden,
this senior shoved Sean,

and then he hit him.

So I stepped in,
I kicked the guy's ass.

- Good for you.
- Mm.

Want to know
how Sean thanked me?

- How?
- Never spoke to me again.

Not one word.

(sighs)
And that's when I learned,

never show your strength
to a boy you like.

Well, to be honest,

Sean Jakowski had
a tiny little baby dick.

(both chuckle)

It doesn't bother you that I
could whip your ass in bowling?

And in everything?

And bench-press you?

Oh, my God, is that
a threat or a promise?

- Hmm.
- And no. No. I-I...

I really think it's awesome,
the real you.

Um, you got... ketchup.

Mm? Oh.

What? You don't like that?

- (chuckles)
- Doesn't work for you?

(laughs)

STARLIGHT: Save my spot.
I'll be right back.

(panting)

(high-pitched ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey.
- Hey.

(Starlight sighs)

So where's the girl, Frenchie?

Since you're the psycho chick
whisperer all of a sudden.

Maybe subway. Maybe she wants
to find a train, no?

Oh, yeah? How deep up your ass
did you pull that out?

Well, it depends.
How deep does your tongue go?

MOTHER'S MILK:
Listen, you lost her, man.

We had orders,
we're supposed to follow them.

We're professionals
and we count on each other.

But you're on some fucking
bohemian flaky drug shit.

Even Hughie,
who's a fucking white Urkel,

- is more professional than you.
- I understand it's hard

for someone who's anally OCD
to understand.

Okay, then help me
understand, Frenchie.

What happened the night
that Mallory had you

- tail Lamplighter?
- Oh, that's enough.

Mallory was our boss, man.
We had orders.

And you were supposed
to follow him.

You were supposed
to follow Lamplighter,

- tail him, but you let him go.
- I didn't know.

And Lamplighter goes
and torches Mallory's grandkids.

- I didn't know.
- It doesn't matter.

You didn't follow orders
and it costs some lives.

(woman gasps)

Hey, hey. Knock it off.

- Knock it off.
- You know what?

Fuck this, Butcher.

And fuck you. I'm done!

- Stupid fucker...
- M.M., wait.

You said this time
would be different.

But this motherfucker's still
here doing the same old shit.

And we're all gonna
fucking end up like Mallory.

- Yeah, fuck off. Come on.
- Fuck this.

Oi, both of you.

- M.M.
- What?

What's Sporty Spice up to?

Who?

Sporty fucking Spice.
What is she up to?

I don't know.

Exactly. How about Posh?

- You know what she's doing?
- I don't understand.

Making clothes
for anorexics. Right?

Not exactly a growth market.

And Baby?
You know what she's doing?

Fuck all. Not even page six
of the Daily Mail.

And Scary Spice?

Up to her eyeballs
in lawsuits and sex tapes.

Ginger, on the other hand,
has released three albums.

Passion, Schizophonic and
Scream If You Wanna Go Faster.

They'll all make
your ears bleed.

You see, when they're apart,

they're absolute
fucking rubbish.

But, you put them together,

they're the goddamn
fucking Spice Girls.

How do you know so much
about the Spice Girls?

Look, the point is,

that we're all shite
by ourselves.

We need each other.

We need each other, or we're
fucking dead in the water.

Now, you guys can beat
the living fucking shit

out of each other,
I really don't care,

it ain't gonna change the past.

What do you say we go find
that dirty little bitch,

gas her ass,
then get the fuck out of here?

Jesus, he gives
the worst pep talks.

He really, really does.

♪ Yo, I'll tell you what I want,
what I really, really want ♪

♪ So tell me what you want, what
you really, really want... ♪

♪ I'll tell you what I want,
what I really, really want... ♪

(Deep whoops)

DEEP:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

- (dolphin squeaking)
- That's right.

Next stop, the Atlantic Ocean.

That's right. That's right.

(both laugh)

- What?
- (squeaking)

Okay. Okay, yeah.

I mean, let's just focus on the
escape first and, uh, you know,

we can talk about that
some other time.

♪ ♪

- (dolphin squeaking)
- Well, uh, I like you, too.

You know that.

But let's not, you know,
rush into anything too fast.

(squeaking)

All right, seriously,
now is not the appropriate time.

- (groans)
- Plus, you're making things awkward.

- (squeaks sadly)
- Okay, okay!

If I just touch it,
will you shut up?

(laughs)

- (Deep chuckles)
- (siren wailing)

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I made you a promise.

(tires screeching)

(distorted):
♪ Friendship never ends ♪

♪ If you wanna be my lover... ♪

(truck horn honking)

♪ Slam your body down
and wind it all around ♪

♪ Slam your body down
and wind it all around... ♪

WOMAN:
Hey.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Shit...

(rapid thudding)

- Let's go.
- No, Frenchie.

Forget it, mate. She's fucked.

A-Train!

Over here! Look, everybody!

- It's A-Train right over here!
- WOMAN: A-Train's here?

- MAN: No way.
- Look, it's A-Train!

(indistinct chatter)

(chuckles):
Hey.

MAN 2:
Cool, look who's here.

WOMAN 2:
Shit, what's up, A-Train?

(chuckles)

A-Train, hey.

Hey, can we take a selfie?

Oh, sure, absolutely.

I can take one or two.

MAN 3:
A-Train, over here.

(panting)

No. Let me talk to her.

Don't be fucking stupid.

What if she's a Spice Girl?

Frenchie.

Let me help you go home.

(Frenchie grunting)

She ain't no Spice Girl.

(siren wails)

(indistinct chatter)

Once again,
the horrific wreckage

of Trans-Oceanic Flight 37

just beginning to wash up
on shore.

Every passenger on board
presumed dead.

They didn't have to die.

We have Homelander
and Queen Maeve on the scene.

Do you have a comment?

I said they didn't have to die.

We arrived three minutes
after the plane went down.

And why?
(sighs)

Because we're not
in the chain of command.

If NORAD called us
before they scrambled jets,

(voice breaking):
then we could've saved them.

123 men, women and children.

Excuse me.

(exhales)

But if they let us
into the military,

then this will
never happen again.

That is my solemn promise
to you.

Right, Maeve?

Talk to your congressmen.

Talk to them.
They'll listen to the people.

And together,

together, we will make sure
that this never happens

to our great nation ever again!

(cheering, applause)

God bless you.

God bless America.

- MAN: We hear you, Homelander!
- (cheering, applause)

And I hear you, brother!
I hear you!

- And the world hears you!
- (cheers)

And very, very soon, my friend,

whoever did this to us
will hear from all of us!

CROWD (chanting):
Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander!
Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander!
Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander!

Homelander!

- (seabirds calling)
- (waves crashing)

(helicopter approaching)

(seabirds calling)

(waves crashing)