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So close no matter how far Couldn't be much more from

the heart Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

So close, no matter how far.

Couldn't be much more from the heart.

Forever trusting who we are.

And nothing else matters.

I have $45 million worth of Golden Boy merch at the Port of L .A. that I'm

to have to set on fire.

So what's the fucking plan? I'm with the trustees. We're all in sync.

Golden Boy suffered a full psychotic break, was also a chronic drug user.

Thank God Andre Anderson was there to stop him.

Classic superhero story.

Marie Moreau was there, too.

How'd she do in the flash, Paul?

Good. People like her.

Helps that she's beautiful.

Okay. So, a psycho killer, but heroes rise, look for the helpers, all that

And we're also throwing together a Brink Memorial Gala. Should be a nice little

learner. Fine. Whatever.

What about Jordan Lee?

They're the one who actually fought Golden Boy.

Oh, a bi -gender Asian with pronoun fuckery. Great fucking idea, Kyle. Try

selling that to Dallas and Fort Lauderdale. We lead with Andre and this

chick. Score some points with the NAACP. Figure out the rest later.

Settled, then.

Andre Anderson will be ranked number one. Take me off speaker for a second,

dear.

Just say yes or no.

Is the Woods part of what happened?

It's under investigation.

This is already a PR disaster.

If the woods is exposed, we all have a big, potentially fatal problem.

Vought hired me because I'm a problem solver.

When 400 kids learned they weren't gifts from God, but their parents drugged

them with compound V as infants, I barely had any suicides, did I?

Well, you had one tonight.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I'm hurt.

Are you okay?

Okay.

I wasn't totally sure what you're into, so I packed the bong.

A train beer, drinks with vodka.

I mean, honestly, if you want the harder stuff, just give me an hour and we can

pull it together.

I am with you.

You pick.

Any of it.

Should we do all of it?

We should do all of it, shouldn't we? Emma.

You're sweet.

But this is my fault, getting swept up in all this shit.

I promised myself I'd keep my head down, work my ass off.

No room for anything else.

It's the first day tomorrow.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

Can I get a selfie?

Uh, no.

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

What's up, my friend? Marie Moreau. Say what's up.

Who are you?

Come on, man. I'm live here.

Top ten.

Damn, look at you. Top ten what?

I mean, all of your push notifications turned on.

I don't have a phone.

Hey, we're live.

Exclusive reaction video of my best friend Marie Moreau seeing for herself.

The first freshman ever to be ranked in the top ten, yo.

Holy fucking shit.

Fucking number...

Fucking fine.

I can't believe this is happening.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I know what Big meant to you.

I don't... I don't know why Luke did it.

Something funny, Rufus?

What?

No, no, no.

Dumb shit.

Was there a golden boy?

I want to hear.

I said what some guys will do just to get away from Kate.

Cute.

Do you like baseball?

Baseball? Yeah.

You're going to take a little jog over to Dick's Sporting Goods. Buy yourself a

nice blue little slugger.

Bring it right back to the quad.

And swing that bat as hard as you can into your nuts.

Every hour on the hour. And every time you swing, yell Jumanji.

Sound good?

Sounds fucking great.

Is that Marie Moreau?

What is up, my soul sister?

I'm sorry, I mean, no disrespect to you or your community. I'm Jeff, God, you

social media director. You are not easy to get a hold of, okay?

Now, I'm sorry about the crutches. Tripped on the red carpet at Paley Fest.

is for you.

For me? When you get back to your room, you will find a V -pad, V -pod, V -pods,

and Vodify speakers, and a V -braider personal massager, which is technically

what it is, but you can use it any way you want, yes, queen?

I'm sorry, I...

Don't want to seem ungrateful, but why is this happening?

I mean, I'm number eight. Rankings are based on a careful analysis of talent,

skill, brand awareness, and social mentions. You fucking own Twitter right

Hashtag Black Girl Magic.

For what?

For fighting Golden Boy.

Oh, no.

But except I didn't. Oh, that's good.

Modesty, yeah. People love modesty. Now go out, be the best in the fucking world

at modesty, okay? Come on, we're late. So, do you have clothes or what?

Let me take some eye whites.

This is a lot of jewelry. Is it going to make poor people sad?

I don't think so.

It's probably already sad.

Okay, well, do we have an ETA on the other one?

Locating it now.

Just like the old man when I was his age, huh?

Hmm.

Uncanny.

Thanks, Andre.

We got it.

You got it?

First national interview.

I had to rescue Matchbox 20 from that nutjob Alala Palooza before my first

national interview, and here you are.

A junior.

Damn. Yeah, it's crazy, right?

Hey, did, um, did Luke... I love Luke, too.

Like a son.

But did he give you anything?

What do you mean?

Never mind not to.

Luke gave us what got you here.

An opportunity.

I know it's hard.

Look, after your mother died, I wanted to crawl into a bottle of McAllen and

stay there, but we pushed through.

No matter how hard it gets.

Because we're made of steel.

You think you can do that, son?

Made of steel.

I don't say that enough, but I am.

You're going to be a better polarity than I ever was.

Courtney, you dirty slut.

Sorry, I mean no disrespect.

Oh, none taken.

Hi. Hi, hi. I'm Courtney Fortney.

Novot EP in charge of tonight's interview.

I have an interview?

Yeah, one -on -one with Hayley Miller. Jeff didn't tell you?

Oh. Okay, great. Do you have clothes?

Should we close?

Uh -uh. Will you grab the Balenciaga rack off the truck? Hayley Miller is

to ask me questions.

Everybody cannot wait to hear from you and Andre. You guys are heroes.

So currently we're testing the Guardians of Godalkin.

Even when I'm saying it now, it feels like it's too many syllables, so we'll

see. It's going to be big, like post -9 -11 big.

Okay.

What do I say?

I've never been interviewed.

You don't have a call sheet inside?

Inside to what? No, honey, your size or your script.

God, you're cute.

It's just all written out.

What are you going to memorize?

Your little brain. You got it.

I'm jelly.

You're like pretty woman without the ass -fucking for money.

It's nice meeting you.

I already learned.

What?

You can say literally anything to them, and they will still take the photo.

That's why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.

Did you get that from your dad?

Did Luke say something to you about my dad?

He just said the woods, whatever that means. Honestly, it seemed manic as

Because Luke whispered something to me before he died. He said, uh...

The dad has it.

Has what?

I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me that he would just kill himself and

kill Brink, you know? I just don't understand how the most sane person that

have ever met just loses his shit, and I'm the only one curious about it.

Well, good luck with that.

That's it?

You were just gonna run off with your fancy fucking clothes?

Hey, can we get a shot?

Look, I went out with you guys one night.

I don't know you.

Or Luke, who tried to kill me, remember?

Yeah, well, he's dead.

I guess I have no problem stepping over him to get to the top.

That shit at the club?

Brink was going to expel me for it. Did you know that?

Of course not. No, I would never ask for anything. You don't have to.

You have your dad.

And half the school ready to cover for you.

I don't have shit.

I'm sorry your friend is dead.

And I'm sorry Brink is dead.

But leave me out of it.

No. Put it in portrait mode.

Okay.

Bitch. You should have taken it.

Ow.

You're a cunt, Harper.

Eyes on me.

I just want everyone here to know that I know we all experience a great shock.

Everyone here is grieving.

And the last place we want to be is some silly little acting class, right?

But that is the exact moment when humanity needs me, us,

the most to make sense of this tragedy. Because I ask you at a time like this,

is there anyone more important than...

The artist.

Don't answer that. It's fucking rhetorical.

Didn't he direct Dawn of the Seven?

Yeah, but then he showed his tape to Minky Kelly and now he's in director's

show. Oh, shit.

Artists, everybody, we are the truth tellers. We are the soothsayers. So,

welcome to acting for auditions. What the fuck did I get

here? Okay, I want everyone here to partner up and come in next week.

The prepared scene, because I want to see what kind of clay I'll be

sculpting with.

Okay, let's go. Pair up, everybody. Grade first class.

I'll see you next week. Please bring the funk, not the junk.

Awesome stuff.

Get my car and get me the fuck out of here. This is my cocktail.

Run.

So us, right?

Um... Yeah, uh... Sorry.

Liam, you piece of shit.

Let me guess.

You made this poor girl get small because that's the only way your prick

big?

What? That's... No.

Go.

Did he tell you?

No, I've known him since drama camp. He bangs everyone to... compensate for his

tiny thimble dick.

I should have warned you, I'm sorry.

Anyways, wanna be partners?

Yeah.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Professor Brinkerholt died the same way he taught.

A hero.

He molded the Lamplighter School of Crime Fighting into the shining exemplar

is today. Nobody could possibly replace him, so I will.

Or at least I'll try.

We will cover everything Brink would cover.

But we'll also get into the intersection of superpowers and mental health, which

was my dissertation.

Oh, Marie.

Sorry I'm late.

I'm Dean Shetty. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Please, take a seat.

We're letting Miss Moreau audit the junior year classes.

What you and Andre did.

It's obvious you belong here.

You didn't do shit.

You ran. I fought Luke to protect you and you're just taking all the credit?

I'm taking whatever they give me.

It ever occur to you why you're getting it and I'm not? Because bi -gender

doesn't play in Jacksonville. Yeah, I'm not exactly the fan favorite down there

either. So you're fine just fucking me over.

Look, I get that this sucks for you.

But Jesus Christ, you rejected me from this school, remember?

And then I almost got expelled covering for your coked up ass.

I don't owe you or anyone anything.

Everyone just needs to leave me the fuck alone.

Frank didn't care what I looked like as long as I was the best.

I mean, after Luke. But now that they're both gone, I go back to not existing.

So you're right, you don't owe me shit, but I'm asking anyway.

Asking for what? You're getting interviewed by Hayley Miller, right?

Just tell her the truth about what I did, that's all.

They gave me a script.

They'll be pissed if I go off. You're live on camera. Whatever story you tell

them, they have to run with. That's what Brink always said.

I'm working as a congresswoman from Brooklyn. After brutally murdering an

innocent protester. While Ted and Janet Reardon, the parents of Luke Reardon,

better known as Golden Boy, have all but barricaded themselves inside their

home. Now, their attorney says they're simply in mourning.

But then why are they hiding?

And what did they do to raise such a killer?

He's just all the way fucked up.

Yeah.

His parents are the sweetest.

I miss him.

I miss him, too.

Why'd he do it?

I don't know.

He'd know what to do.

He always did.

He was a fucking asshole about it.

Well, what do you think he'd do?

He wouldn't stop till he got to the bottom of it.

I want to get some Whataburger. I could kill for a mocha noir.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

Okay. We could do a scene from... Packet Romance.

Little Hero.

Oh, wait.

Smallest Heart's Game.

Those are all Termites movies.

Oh, fuck that guy.

I went to these huge parties you throw with Bryan Singer in the Hollywood

That's gross.

I think he just OD'd.

Oh, well, but these are the only ones with a regular person and a tiny person.

Jesus, Emma.

Did you think I picked you because you get tiny?

No. No, I picked you because you're great.

Because I wanted to learn from you.

Yeah, what do you have to learn from me? You're funny, likable.

Your branding is on point. A million followers.

My YouTube channel can barely crack, like, 10K.

Look, I used to get typecasts all the time.

I was a sexy teen who fucks the dad and tries to kill the mom in four different

VTV movies.

Well, I thought you were really good in Teacher's Pet.

Thanks.

Point is, no way I'm typecasting you.

I mean, I don't know if you like getting small.

I mean, I hate it.

It hurts. I mean, I'm losing the enamel in the back of my teeth.

Wait.

What do you mean?

Mm -hmm.

All right, nothing.

I'm just lying.

Okay. I mean, that was obviously something, but...

I don't want to pry.

I purge.

Purge?

To get small.

Like... Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get a little smaller each time.

It takes a while. It's not fun.

It's gross.

I could kind of hate myself for it.

Well, fuck that.

You're not getting small for this scene.

Who do you want to play?

Anyone.

Can we debate?

Then you're playing.

I wanted to invite you here because you've been through a lot. So I just

to talk and help if I can.

You mean like therapy?

Thanks, but no.

Before I was a dean, I was a behavioral psychologist specializing in

superheroes.

You all act like you're made of steel, but you're not.

No one is.

No offense.

Ma 'am, I'm sure you're great at your job.

This doesn't work on me.

I'd like to tell you some hard truth. Can you handle that?

Sure. Made with steel.

I think it's difficult for you to open up.

And to let go, because when you lose control, tragedy.

You're mom and dad, which wasn't your fault.

But still, I think you're scared you might hurt somebody again, and so you...

You clamp up and you push everyone away.

You go back to looking out for yourself.

How are we doing? Am I warm?

Ice cold.

I'm not here to do keg stands or get high or get in touch with my feelings

my past.

I'm here to be a hero. Why do you want to be a hero? To help people.

And the view from Seven Tower doesn't hurt. No, sure, it's all part of it,

but... Why really?

She got adopted.

I don't know where.

I've been looking for her, and...

Maybe with enough money, I can find her.

She'll see that I'm... We could be a

family again.

Look, I'm not gonna drag you in here kicking and screaming, but I do hope

come back.

I like you, Marie.

I just want to help you.

Bob? I'm Greg.

Bob.

Calm down.

Calm down?

Brink fucking dead.

Brink was like Siegfried.

You work with dangerous animals all day. Sooner or later, you're gonna get

bitten.

I think that was Roy.

Easy, Sam.

Every time you try to leave.

Where is all this stuff?

They cleared it out. Who?

Fuck if I know.

Smells like bleach in here.

Why would they do that?

The fuck is going on?

Can you see the phone?

Hey,

if it's true, you should really get some help. Can I please see the phone?

Star of Fun Size with Little Cricket has to throw up to get tiny.

Just another example of how the patriarchy makes women chase

standards. And I, for one, am fucking sick of this heterosexist male gaze.

What if you licked your tail?

Licked my tail?

Yeah, like the tip.

All naughty, sexy, like it's a dick.

A dick tail.

You don't think that's, like, too much? Getting likes is a grind.

Yeah,

just like that.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, baby.

It's Nancy Reagan, that shit.

Was it a secret? Of course it was a fucking secret.

Sorry, but you never said that. I just, I thought you had an experience that

could help other girls.

Yeah, I can get a shit ton of new followers, huh?

Okay, no offense, but you're being really intense about this.

You know what I just realized?

Luke's desk drawer was full of dildos.

They're all gone, too.

So some security guard is not going to shoot straight for a week.

What?

Security cameras melted.

Did you do that?

No, I know. Something hot did.

Your dad has it.

What?

It was the last thing that Luke said to me. You never told me the last thing

Luke ever said.

Didn't make sense. I thought he was fucking crazy.

But I think he hid something in here.

That is really Freudian.

Okay.

If you're watching this, I guess things got fucked.

I know this sounds crazy, but they have my brother. He's not dead. He's

underneath the scoreboard. They call it the woods. It's like this fucked up

hospital or something.

They did mess up things to him and to me and Brink.

Brink is a part of this.

I'm going to go in there right now. I'm going to make him give me my brother

back. If you're seeing this, I guess things got pretty fucked.

I'm sorry.

Help Sam if you can, please.

I love you, Andre.

Tell Kate I love her, too.

Sam?

His brother who killed himself?

Yeah, he had, um, schizophrenia or some shit, right?

And he... he died in that facility that, um, something grove.

Unless he didn't.

I mean, that sounds insane, right?

Schizophrenia runs in families. Is there any chance Luke could have...

Had it? I don't know. Maybe.

I mean, he was partying with us the night before. And he seemed happy. Why

wouldn't he tell us? I don't know.

But what if Luke wasn't crazy?

I just think... Ah, shit.

Interview.

I gotta get a few hours sleep anyway. My head kills from all the pushing up and

doing lately.

No, I should stay because we need to figure out everything that we can

Andre, seriously.

It's all right to want it.

It's not just your dad.

You want to make number one.

Maybe make it to the tower.

It's okay.

Underneath that scumbag candy shell, there's a fucking hero.

Luke always knew it.

And I do, too.

Hey.

It was just you and Andre.

Marie, just us. We knew we had to stop Golden Boy before he killed more

people.

Actually, Haley, someone else was there, too.

Jordan Lee.

Jordan's the one who really fought Golden Boy.

I heard they're projecting a nine rating.

Eighteen share for this. Now they're saying bigger.

Is Andre measuring the drapes for his room at Seven Tower yet?

You said it, not me.

Congrats, pal

Nothing often is done.

Fuck.

That is his brother?

Where the fuck is your son?

I'm trying. He's not picking up. I'm sure he's about to be here. He wouldn't

listen. Uh -huh.

Lose a chair.

Just, uh, give him a minute.

Uh, radio graphics.

Now we're gonna have to re -chiron everything.

Singular guardian of Godalkin. Still too many fucking syllables.

You pick up the phone.

You pick up the goddamn phone.

Jordan Lee was the real hero.

Jordan's the one who fought Golden Boy.

And that's what really happened.

Marie. Hayley Miller.

Oh, wow.

Hi. I just wanted to say hi.

You've got the script.

I think we'll have a teleprompter.

Oh, okay.

A teleprompter.

Great.

Don't worry. There's not going to be any gotchas.

We won't mention your sister.

What do you mean?

I thought you knew. I'm sorry.

We invited her to comment.

You know where she is?

Not really. We just found an email.

Can I have it?

Please?

What is it?

What did Annabeth say?

She said she didn't want anything to do with you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Could you repeat the question?

This is a lot. I know.

Golden Boy.

The most powerful superhuman on campus. In a murderous frenzy.

Charging.

And it was just you.

Ready one.

Don't cut away from her face.

She's either going to crash and burn or become the black starlight.

Mary?

I knew

I had to stop Golden Boy before he killed more innocent people.

It was down to me.

Where did you find that kind of courage?

I'm superhuman, right?

Made of steel.

Emma?

Marie.

Did you know?

About my sister?

Sweetheart. Of course not.

Guys? What's going on? Can I help you? All good.

Campus security.

Nothing to worry about.

What the hell was that?

Hey, Greg will clean up later. Let's go.

Did you know Supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.

Hey, Bob.

Turn it off. What?

I said, turn it off, Bob.

Right fucking now.

What are you doing?

I'll tell you what I'm doing, Bob.

First, you're going to get this flashlight nice and wet.

With your slutty fucking mouth.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Then I'm going to stuff it right up your

little chocolate starfish.

Until you see God.

Do it. You know you want to.

The fuck?

Give me the fucking flashlight.

You're even pushing too much. I'm fine.

I'm totally... Oh, shit. Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate.

Kate.

Kate, Kate, Kate.

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