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No joke, fam.

Things were tough for a minute.

After what happened, I needed to take some space.

for myself... and my trauma.

But now, my healing is complete,

which is why I'm so pumped to be back at God U.

Honestly, guys,

my journey, my mental journey...

my health mental...

- Fuck this. - Cut.

I can't do this.

You can! No, that was a good take!

You got through the whole thing without crying.

Only took an hour.

Get back to one.

You got this.

Ready? Go.

And then what?

We just gonna post this vapid mental health shit

on social, and I waltz onto campus

like we didn't just murder someone?

That school is the worst place for me right now.

That school is the safest place for you right now.

Fame's the only defense you've got.

The more public you are,

the less likely Vought can disappear you,

and the less you look like you Gypsy Rosed Cate...

Can you stop saying that?

... the less likely they'll connect you to her.

- Is it a genius plan? No. - No.

- Is it a medium plan? - Nope.

Also no. Is it the only plan we got?

Yes, and that's why it is gonna work.

Back to one, let's go.

No, we should run.

As far as we fucking can.

They will put our asses back in Elmira before sunset.

Oh, well, that's no problem for Marie.

She'd just bust out again.

Jordan, I-I didn't know Andre would...

Look, if I'd known, I-I never would've...

You wouldn't have what, Marie?

Left us to fucking rot?

Can we please get this done?

Please?

Look, I know this sucks,

but I need you to dig deep

like your life depends on it, because it absolutely fucking does.

Okay.

- Finals. All right. - Yeah.

Give me more, but less.

- Okay, ready? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, the lighting is so bad.

You look great, though.

- Okay. - Ready?

Three,

two...

Hey, fam! My healing is complete,

which is why I'm so pumped to be back at God U.

My mental health journey has allowed me to grow

in ways I never thought possible...

Oh, shit.

As my girl Brené Brown says:

- Strong back, soft front. - Soft front.

- Wild heart. - Wild heart.

Now that my name is cleared, I am so ready

to step back into my role as Guardian of Godolkin.

Oh, fuck.

One journey has ended,

another one begins, and I know

sophomore year is

gonna be lit.

Welcome back.

- Good to be back. - Yeah.

I guess sleeping in semen-stained motel rooms,

it loses its charm after a little while.

I just got really tired.

- Mm. - Um...

- Thanks for letting me re-enroll. - Of course.

I'm grateful.

That's such bullshit.

- What? - Well,

you're an eye twitch away from leaping across this table

and ripping my throat out with your teeth.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Let's not.

I know you saw me at Elmira.

I certainly saw you plenty of you.

Mm-hmm.

And what did you do there?

Hey.

I get why you're upset.

Uh, after what happened to Andre,

you weren't here...

Wow.

Your guilt, it just must be at...

Catholic-masturbator levels.

But it's not your fault.

I don't even know why he was trying

to escape, given his condition. The...

What condition?

Oh, and of course he didn't even tell you.

He had what his father has: It's neural micro-tears

whenever he used his powers.

The more he used them, the worse it got.

Uh, he-he had to have known what would happen

trying to move that big door.

Bullshit. You're lying.

These are Andre's medical records.

It's all in there.

Uh, when he was diagnosed,

notes on the tremors and the migraines.

I guess you never really know someone, do you?

Hey.

Why don't you hang on to that?

Okay? Seriously.

It might help you get some closure while you're settling back in.

Oh, you know what? There is one more thing.

You're friends with Emma Meyer and Jordan Li, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, uh, maybe you could keep an eye on them for a little while.

It's kind of hazardous these days

being a Guardian of Godolkin.

Well, what do you mean?

Cate Dunlap was attacked last night.

She's still alive, thank goodness, but...

she's in the hospital.

Cate's in the hospital?

She's been in surgery for six hours.

I mean, touch and go.

Thoughts and prayers, you know?

God, that's... terrible.

Terrible.

But I know you close you two are, so...

if she wakes up, you'll be the first to know.

Cate Dunlap, the angel

who saved countless Super-abled lives

during the Massacre at Godolkin,

was viciously attacked last night.

If a beautiful, righteous,

God-fearing hero like her was targeted,

then none of us are safe.

This was a hate crime

against the most persecuted minority group

in history.

Superheroes.

But they sure picked the wrong group to mess with.

You know, just yesterday,

I heard about a Super-abled mom of...

Fuck. This was a mistake.

We should've run.

Paint a giant "we're guilty" sign on our backs?

- That's fucking genius. - Well, it's better than sitting around

and waiting for Cate to wake up.

If she wakes up.

Okay, guys, don't freak out when I say this, 'cause I know

you guys are gonna be like, "Oh, my God,

Emma, how could you even suggest that,"

but in the spirit of nonjudgmental brainstorming...

what if we...

- finished the job? - Emma?

We are not gonna track Cate down,

so we can do murder on purpose this time.

Obviously. Murder is so bad.

Though it would save our collective asses, come on.

I'm, like, 99% sure Cipher knows already.

Then why aren't we dead or back at Elmira?

No fucking idea.

Even more reason to run.

Or even more of a reason to look into this Odessa thing.

Will you shut the fuck up about that?

We have way bigger shit to worry about than the vaguest

fucking mystery to ever mystery.

Starlight thinks it's important.

You're fucking crazy.

Please tell her she's fucking crazy.

Oh, you're both fucking crazy.

Huh.

Cate,

wherever you are,

Homelander, Jesus

and I stand with you.

And we know you're gonna come out of this stronger,

purer,

and more righteous than ever.

Sorry, you can't be in here.

Dean Cipher says that I can.

Who could have done that to her?

She was like this when they found her.

- Where? - Someplace in Jersey.

Weehawken?

Weehawken.

Hey, Cate.

I'm here.

All right?

You're not alone.

They left me to die.

How could they?

What?

Cate?

Cate, can you hear me? Cate, what happened?

- Emma, help me. - Emma?

We need to go.

I got to tell you.

I never thought we were gonna fill this position.

Two of the applicants were D-List Supes selling VoughtCoin.

And one I'm pretty sure co-ran NXIVM.

When I got your phone call, I was thrilled.

Now, look, we can't even pay

half of what you earn on SAG residuals,

you're way over-qualified for this job...

I'm just happy I can give something back to my alma mater.

I mean, a chance to be in the first all-Super faculty

in Godolkin history?

Okay.

Hey, we're gonna do great things together.

And by the way,

about your son,

my condolences.

It's a terrible condition you both have.

Thank you.

For those of you who don't know me,

I am Modesty Monarch and I started

the TradSupe movement in 2018.

At the time, I had an Amazon ring light

and 11 followers.

That all changed when I posted my now viral video

"Super in the Streets

but Obedient in the Sheets."

There was a hunger out there, to see Supes like me

living a godly life.

- What the fuck? - I take care of my man, I give him babies,

I churn my own butter,

and I firmly believe that feminism has ruined America.

Of course, all the hairy, baby-killing lesbos came for me.

And when my second...

You think those wings actually work

or is it more of a penguin situation?

... went ultra-viral, I knew I'd found my calling.

This could be you, too.

Whether it's fashion,

faith,

or sucking large objects up your ass.

Still, most of you...

with a few Guardian exceptions,

fall under the Macro Influencer category.

I'm here to help you break that million-plus ceiling.

Let's get you to go Mega.

- Oh, my God! - So, first assignment.

Create a video

addressing the horrific attack on Cate Dunlap

that's on-brand for your platform.

Emma?

Uh, I don't, I don't have a platform anymore.

Like, I haven't posted anything for months.

So I don't think this class is for me.

Aside from the fact that you still have

the ninth largest social media following on campus,

you have a secret superpower.

You can motivate and inspire men.

Nobody wants to hear the hard truth about Cate's brutal attack.

But when a beautiful, sweet, and...

yeah, I'll say it... fuckable Superhero

says that the Starlighters need to

be hunted down by any means necessary?

They'll follow their patriotic erections into the fight

against the globalists and pedophiles who are ruining this nation.

I don't want to influence erections.

I don't want to influence anything.

Anywhere.

But thank you.

You're not just in this class because you have five million followers.

The dean wants you here.

You just have to remember your priorities, honey.

The people who watch your socials aren't just your viewers,

they're you're family.

Hey, fam.

These flowers are gorgeous.

Like Cate's soul.

Cate's a real warrior.

And I've learned so much from her strength

and bravery.

Uh, don't forget to send your prayers to Cate in the comments

and smash that like button.

The fuck is this?

Cipher gave it to me.

- Why? - Outside of some weird head games,

- no clue. - If Andre was sick, he'd have told us.

I mean, this has to be fake.

Cipher's fucking with you.

I don't know.

I think it's real.

So when Andre tried to move that huge door,

it was basically suicide.

And he knew it.

That stupid son of a bitch!

I don't know what the hell he was thinking...

No, you don't get to be mad at him.

- I'm sorry. - Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

I'm sorry, I really am!

Yeah, well, your sorry's not gonna change anything.

Neither is lashing out at me.

Hey, you two. Marie.

Stacey, Student Life Director. Pleased to meet you.

The dean asked for me to keep an eye on you and help you settle in.

It's honey. Want?

Anyhoo.

Here's a schedule and student ID. Oh, and you two

are about to be late for the Hero Optimization seminar.

Best get a move on.

Didn't this used to be Big Chief Apache's Diversity and Equity Center?

Welcome to Hero Optimization!

Congratulations.

Out of the entire student body, I only selected

some of you

for this seminar.

But since Cate is still in the hospital

after her mysterious attack...

we'll just have to stagger on without her.

What makes us so special?

Well, why don't you tell me?

How do your powers work?

I can move blood.

- Mm-hmm. - Sense it.

Okay, but how?

And what part of the blood?

Platelets, plasma, hemoglobin,

the whole red blood cell?

I don't know.

Do any of you know

how your powers really work?

Do you know how you can switch genders besides

"I just clench my butthole and do it"?

All right, having powers...

it's incredibly complicated.

And-and Super physiology has had to adapt and evolve

beyond all reasonable expectations of what a body should be able to do.

So if we know how our powers work...

- then what? - Well, uh, then you move up the rankings.

And I cannot overemphasize the importance

of the rankings.

You see that button right there?

Today's exercise is incredibly simple.

All you have to do is push that button,

and the class ends.

And you've to get through Vikor to do it.

Good luck.

Good morning, bitches.

Who's ready to deep throat my hammer?

Holy shit.

You were in Valhalla 3: Lust & Lightning.

I think it got a four percent on Rotten Tomatoes?

Four percent?

Ready to feel my hammer, Marie?

Let us out!

Open the fucking door!

Hey! Watch it!

Oh!

Oh, my God, no!

Why is he gunning for you?

Fuck if I know!

Marie, go for the button!

Oh, fuck this.

Thank you. Same time, next week?

What the actual fuck?!

Well, the key to any successful experiment

is to establish a baseline among one's subjects.

We're not your lab rats.

Vikor crushed his spine!

He'll heal.

Probably.

Look, my job is not to baby you.

It is to push your powers to their fullest potential.

None of your power sets are fixed, you know?

You can all level up

under the right amount of pressure.

And this school, it has no place for those

who cannot hack the pressure. Lisa?

You're being transferred to Performing Arts.

You are not students.

You're soldiers and you will fight

for the cause.

I'll be monitoring you all closely over the course of the year...

and believe me, there's not much I don't see...

in order to bring out

what I hope each of you

is capable of.

Hey, human!

Did you fucking put this up?

No, no...

Do you think you can get away

with your Antifa shit on our campus?

No, no, no, I didn't, I didn't, I swear.

Oh, fuck off, Rufus.

Being a dick won't make up for the fact

- you no longer have one. - What?

I totally have a dick.

Is that why you sit when you pee?

No, it's just, like,

- a more comfortable way to... - Is it?

Fuck you, Emma.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you popping drugs in the student union?

First, no one says "popping drugs".

Second...

Xanax.

And third, I've been dealing with a lot of anxiety.

I can't imagine why.

And fourth, why are you here?

We need to talk.

So...

do you want me to call you Professor Polarity now?

You can call me whatever you want.

I don't give a shit.

But you were right.

Sitting at home,

bottle of Scotch glued to my hand...

It's a stain on Andre's memory.

It's time I got off my ass and did something.

Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

Oh, my God.

Honestly, I've been feeling really alone

in Club Let's Do Something About This Fucked-Up Situation,

so having an actual adult around is, like, such a fucking relief, man.

Professor. I'm sorry.

You said Cipher was there?

At Elmira where Andre was held?

Yes.

And he is sus as fuck.

No one knows who he is, what his powers even are.

And there's this something called Odessa...

I'm gonna kill Cipher.

Then I'm gonna burn this school to the ground.

And then I'm gonna go to Seven Tower and strip it down

to the motherfucking studs.

Mm-hmm.

I hear you.

And I acknowledge your... intensity.

Maybe we should dial it way down, right?

Look into Cipher first, get some information about what his deal is...

I don't give a fuck what Cipher's deal is.

Do you think it's a coincidence that the only one that didn't make it

out of Elmira is a young Black man?

I did everything I could to protect my son.

Didn't fucking matter.

So how about we get our priorities straight?

Priorities?

I think I'm the only one with my fucking priorities straight.

Look...

Andre always said you were the smartest person he knew.

That three steps into every room,

you knew how to work every angle and every person.

So before you do whatever you're going to do,

maybe take a beat

and be that fucking guy.

Okay.

What...

This Odessa thing,

- what is it? - I don't know.

But Starlight wanted Marie to look into it.

Said it was the reason Godolkin started the school.

Starlight said that?

Mm-hmm.

Shit.

Yeah.

Then it must be important.

Never heard of it.

But I do know where to start looking.

That seminar was batshit insane.

Thanks.

By the way.

You saved my ass about a dozen times back there.

Sure. Whatever.

It was a mistake.

What, saving your ass?

Leaving you.

All of you.

If I hadn't, maybe Andre...

It's...

It wasn't your fault.

I should have come back.

I should have stopped Andre.

When he told us he was gonna get us out, I...

knew it was a bad idea, and I didn't say anything.

It's my fault.

No.

You couldn't have stopped him from doing anything.

And you know it.

Hmm.

That stubborn fucking bastard.

This one time...

freshman year,

Andre decided he was gonna break the Guinness Record

for smoking weed.

- Do you know what the current record is? - No.

115,000 joints.

From literally the first medical marijuana patient ever.

Andre was baked for months.

I mean, eventually he eased off, I thought he lost interest, but...

last year, I found a diary in his dorm room.

Motherfucker was still keeping track.

He was still going for the record.

Fuck, I miss him.

Me, too.

I think it's easier for me to be

angry with you...

than to be terrified of losing you.

You're not gonna lose me.

Me like this.

Is that okay?

Anything

and everything

you do is okay.

Follow my lead.

Have you ever noticed how incredible hands are?

Hey.

Look who it is.

The Rememberer, live and in color.

How you been, Kyle?

- Polarity. - Yeah.

I mean, the last time we saw each other was, what?

- The Vought Summertime Club House, right? - Mm-hmm.

Limp Bizkit was playing?

I just joined the faculty.

I'm the new associate dean of marketing and my...

TA and I are doing some research

- into Thomas Godolkin. - Well, that's good for you.

You're not on the list to access the archives.

And, actually, the last time we saw each other was May 21, 2005,

3:36 p.m. at a casting office

across from the Sherman Oaks Cheesecake Factory.

The audition was Area 51.

You were sporting a high-top fade and doused

in Calvin Klein Obsession and

you told me that my Preparation H had leaked to the back of my salmon

Banana Republic chinos right before they called my name.

Jesus, sorry, I, uh...

- What a dick I was. - Oh, you don't remember.

Of course I remember, I mean, who could forget a moment

- like that? - Well, I was so in my head

when I went in the room,

I forgot a line.

- The Rememberer forgot a line. - Holy shit.

The Rememberer.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I used to watch reruns of your show every day after school.

Oh, my God.

You're a fan?

Uh... uh, yeah.

I was the Rememberer for Halloween when I was 12.

I even had the jazz album.

Rememberer-ing the Hits.

I bawled when your show was canceled.

For, like, 20 minutes.

- Yeah. - Yeah, March 5, 2010, 11:09 a.m.

Madelyn Stillwell, breath still stinking from the tuna Nicoise

she got from Balthazar, she canceled the show

because we had a 2.7 rating with an 8 share.

People would murder for that number now, right?

if any show deserves a reboot, it's this one.

It is so funny that you are saying that, because...

- Stop. - ... the only mind I trust

to write it is my own.

- Oh, my God. - Uh, if Taylor Sheridan

doesn't need a writers' room, neither do I.

Oh, my God.

Please tell me you still say it.

Justice never forgets.

Oh, you legend!

Oh, my God, you're just a legend.

- Ow. - Ugh, I love you.

Well, normally, access

to the archives requires special clearance,

but in this case, I think I can make an exception.

- Don't touch anything. - Okay.

Are you high right now?

Oh, yeah.

Turns out, it wasn't Xanax.

I'm rolling so fucking hard.

Jesus.

Godolkin, Thomas R.

Seventy-six thousand four-hundred and fifty items.

Manuscript/Mixed Materials.

Call numbers 570.12.54

through 570.91.85.

I'll be outside, just in case.

Appreciate it, Kyle.

Shit.

This is gonna take forever.

Hey, our voices echo!

Echo!

Whoa.

The time has come.

This brotherhood goes way beyond social events and shared letters.

In 1861, a small community of fine, white Mississippi men

founded this fraternity

to protect their core values against the Northern Aggression,

and for no other reason.

Thomas Godolkin himself

was a member of the Gamma Epsilon Delta chapter.

Today, as you are inducted into our sacred brotherhood, our legacy,

it would do you well to remember our three trinities:

Wisdom, honor and dignity.

Now take off your pants.

♪ Yeah, yeah, money, money, money... ♪

Still really got it, don't I?

Clean that up.

Hey. Listen, this is supposed to be

a joyous occasion, man. You're really harshing the vibe.

- Do you know who did it yet? - Did what?

The people who attacked Cate Dunlap.

Homelander's looking, right?

Yeah. Of course he's looking.

Homelander would never let that stand. We're on it, bro, hunny percent.

Hey, yo, Dickless. No, no, no, don't use bleach.

- God. - Hey, wait.

Whoa. My bad, bro.

Wait, you were with Emma Meyer at the party, right?

Nah, she ghosted me, dude.

Like Kaia Gerber ghosted Elordi.

You guys talking about Emma?

Bitch used my phone to take a $90 Uber to Weehawken.

Where the fuck even is Weehawken?

W-Weehawken? No.

That's-that's not... You-you're sure it was Emma?

- It was Emma Meyer? - Fuck, dude, chill.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Odessa's a needle in a haystack.

A thousand haystacks.

We're never gonna find it.

Shouldn't we look in the secret room before we leave?

I keep hearing the fan going...

Whoa...

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

- You found something? - Odessa.

What does it say?

Just a bunch of birth certificates.

Looks like a lot of babies died.

I know what Odessa is.

We know what Odessa is!

Interior, NYPD, Day.

Missy, 24, hot but doesn't know it, sees the Rememberer.

She suddenly kisses him, open-mouthed...

What the fuck?

Sorry, uh...

she does that.

I know this is really bad,

but it's also really great.

I got big by myself.

You know what we should do?

What?

Go on a date.

A date?

Yeah, I mean...

hooking up between life-and-death situations is fun and all,

but paying to have someone bring us food could be cool, too.

Okay. Where should we go?

- Olive Garden, obviously. - Obviously.

First, we could lay waste to the unlimited breadsticks.

And then we could kiss in my car

until the gear stick jabs me in the butt,

and I can walk you back to your room and we can do...

Each other?

Yeah.

And watch Fargo.

Or play League of Legends or...

Whatever.

♪ What I'm cryin' for ♪

♪ I don't think I could love you more ♪

♪ Might not be long, but, baby, I ♪

♪ I'll love you till the day that I die ♪

♪ Till the day that I die... ♪

♪ Till the day that I die ♪

♪ I want you to see, hmm ♪

♪ How you look to me... ♪

Fuck, I love you.

♪ You wouldn't believe ♪

♪ if I told ya... ♪

Oh.

Is that, like, not okay...

- No. - "No" as in...

- it's not, or... ? - No. No, no. No.

- No? - I-I mean yes.

- Yes? - It's fine.

What the fuck is going on out there?

Jesus. Fuck, sorry.

It was you.

- It was, wasn't it? - Was what me?

Cate! I saw her in the hospital and she said your name.

Well, she-she didn't say it, but she possessed a nurse

that said it and then that nurse stabbed another nurse...

- Okay... - ... in the face,

but she definitely said your name.

... I have no idea what you're talking about.

Cate gets hurt, you and Marie show up the same day.

It's not a coincidence!

How could you?

Cate's my friend.

She did everything she could to get you guys out of Elmira.

She didn't deserve that.

Wake the fuck up.

She's the reason we got locked up.

She's the reason Andre died trying to escape.

Cate brainwashed you, and she brainwashed your brother.

She's not your friend.

Sooner or later, you're gonna have to face up to what you've done.

Light them up! Light them up!

Justice for Cate!

Fuck humans!

Light them up!

Light who up?

The bastards who attacked Cate.

Vought caught them.

We should've known it would end like this.

How many Superheroes have been victims of human hatred?

And what group of humans hate Superheroes more

than the Starlighters?

But thank Jesus

for a true patriot and Superhero.

I give you Dogknott.

He reached for the glove compartment.

He was clearly going for a weapon,

so I was legally justified

- to act in self-defense. - Oh, my God.

I discharged my firearm

and justice was served.

I-I know him.

He bought me a Brave Maeve bar.

But justice for Cate prevailed!

Fuck humans! Homelander forever!

Fuck humans! Fuck humans!

Fuck humans! Fuck humans!

This is our fault.

No. We didn't kill him.

- We didn't do anything. - Exactly.

We didn't do anything.

And this happened.

Marie!

Marie.

I know...

I know what Odessa is.

It's you.

You're Odessa.

What did you get into?

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