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Howdy, boys.

Oh, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

(quietly):
How are you guys doing? Good?

Why don't you, uh, go have
a smoke or something, okay?

I got this.

Oh, and, uh, you guys...

you are the real heroes.

(indistinct chatter)

("Rock el Casbah"
by Rachid Taha playing)

Gentlemen.

(grunts)

Oh!

(man singing in Arabic)

(gunfire)

(screaming)

(gunfire and screaming)

♪ Sharif don't like it ♪

♪ Rock the casbah ♪

♪ Rock
the casbah ♪

♪ Sharif don't like it ♪

♪ Rock the casbah,
rock the casbah ♪

♪ Sharif don't like it. ♪

(screams)

(groaning)

-(screams)
-(crunching)

(crunches loudly)

All clear, boys.

Mission accomplished.

(man panting)

(yells)

God bless America.

Captain.

I found this.

The Islamic State is not exactly

a hotbed
of scientific expertise.

But they've counterfeited

this Compound V shit of yours?

It seems that way,
Mr. Secretary.

How did they get the formula?

Honestly, we have no idea.

Well, you must have some idea.

Some tourist shoplift it
from your lab?

Or maybe an inside job?

Sir, we would like to get
to the bottom of this

as much as you would.

Ms. Stillwell,

if I had my way,
the Justice Department

would haul your smug,
tennis-toned ass

into Congress
and make you testify

to corporate fraud.

What is Lockheed Martin's
number one product?

Sorry?

Its top seller.

You should know this,

you served
on their board of directors.

-The Patriot missile.
-Correct.

Northrop?

B-2 Stealth.

General Dynamics?

Tomahawk and the M1 Abrams.

Billions of dollars
of bleeding-edge hardware.

Do you know what all of that
is as of today?

A worthless pile of shit.

Because Naqib and other
super terrorists like him

can flick away that junk
like flicking a flea.

So it doesn't matter
where heroes really come from.

Frankly, it doesn't even matter

how the enemy got
the Compound V.

What matters is they've got it.

It is a whole new world now.

And there is only one company

that has the product
to fight back.

My company.

My product.

SUSAN:
What can I say?

The Pentagon's agreed to keep
Compound V classified.

Classified?

What the fuck are you on about?

Because of the Naqib asshole
that is out there,

we have to keep Vought
happy now.

Vought are the ones that fucking
created the cunt.

-We have no solid proof on that.
-No hard proof?

I fucking well rescued
the proof from a basement.

She's sitting on a bloody bog
as we speak.

Listen. Listen.

Vought's manufacturing
super villains.

It's the story of the century.

Don't you want
a fucking Pulitzer?

Well, fuck you, too, then.

(Butcher speaking indistinctly)

(chuckles)
Susan, come on.

There must be something
we can do here, yeah?

Look, the military deal
is signed and sealed.

Do you think one mute girl
is going to derail that?

Especially coming
from the fugitives

-that killed Translucent?
-Fugitives?

Vought insisted and...
and the DOJ agreed.

You're wanted men now.

-(knocking on door)
-Hello?

This isn't a day spa.

Other people got
to use the facilities.

Look, I gave you the V.

I gave you everything
you asked for and more.

I trusted you, and this is
the fucking thanks I get.

Butcher, I will still protect
your families.

Yeah, and keep
your bleeding career even safer.

Well, what about me
and the Boys, then, eh?

You cut bait and run
for your lives.

I'm sorry.

(click over phone)

Yeah, mm-hmm.

Right.

All right, then, love.

Well, that's all under control,
isn't it?

-Oh. We need to split up.
-Mm-hmm.

Oi, what the fuck are you doing?

We ain't, we ain't done yet.

The hell we ain't.

We got Vought, the Supes,
and the Feds on our asses.

I'm going to Montreal.

MOTHER'S MILK:
Yeah, and how you gonna get

your crazy-ass girlfriend
over the border?

She has a name.

(speaks French)

It's Kimiko. Okay?

-Kimiko.
-Oi, listen.

Shut your fucking traps.

We're on the verge of nailing
these cunts.

And you want to cut bait and run

before we've played
our final card.

Okay, what is it, man?

Give us a couple hours. Yeah?

Hughie, you're with me.

Come on, son.

Chop, chop.

Oh! Annie.
(exhales)

You scared me.

You didn't say you were coming.

I hid this under my floorboards
right after Daddy left.

I thought that maybe

he would come back
for it, but...

-Still smells like him.
-It was a bad habit.

His father smoked a pipe,
so, you know...

What's Compound V?

Uh, Compound V?

I don't know, sweetheart.

Should I?

How old was I?
Hmm?

How old was I when you let
Vought pump me full of drugs?

-Annie, honestly, I don't know
what you're talk...
-How old,

when you let them turn me
into a freak?

You're not a freak.

Never say that.

So it's true.

Annie...

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

(breathing heavily)

-Did, did Vought
tell you all this?
-No.

No. A friend told me.

How much did they pay you?

-It wasn't about money.
-How much?

There was no money.

They, they, they just paid

for the medical bills,
that's it.

I did it because they,
they promised

that you'd have a chance
at an extraordinary life.

To be strong and successful
and special.

I mean, who wouldn't
want that for their...

You made me think that I was
chosen by God.

You were!

God brought Vought
into our lives.

He made this possible.

Bullshit!

You did!

And then you controlled
every single minute of it.

You woke me up at 5:00 a.m.

to train
for those stupid pageants,

and the tap dancing
and the tae kwon do.

I gave up every moment
of my life.

I-I-- and I was happy to do it.

This was our dream.

This was your dream!

I never got a chance
to choose my own dreams.

No wonder I don't know who
the fuck I'm supposed to be!

Annie.

Was it really bad investments?

-What?
-You told me that Daddy left

because he lost
all of our savings.

He agreed to all of it.

And then, one day,
he... he didn't,

so he walked out on us.

Maybe he didn't want
to lie to me.

So I'm the monster?

You have a good life.

-(sighs)
-People would give anything
to be what you are.

I thought I did what was right.

Annie, Annie.

Annie! Annie!

DEEP:
It's time to knock back some
of this per diem, buddy.

(chuckles):
Oh, it's a pretty fancy bottle.

(chuckles) What are we, uh,
what are we celebrating?

What are you talking about?
The Seven getting called up.

Yeah.

You know the whole reason
the Navy discontinued

their Sea Mammal
mine clearance program?

It's because it cost
way too much

to train the fucking dolphins.

Yeah.

But with me on board,

it's like a, it's like
a pick-up game of basketball.

(sighs)

I've always wanted to lead
my own unit, Jeff.

It's like a dream
come true for me.

(blender running)

(blender stops)

(sniffs)

Smells like a comeback.
(chuckles)

-Anyways...
-Hmm.

-Cheers, buddy.
-(chuckles)

So, when?

When, what?

When do I ship out?

Oh. (chuckles)

Gosh.

You know that water park's
opening up a new splash zone,

and, and they are real excited

to have you cut that ribbon.
(chuckles)

(laughing)

You know, I'm seriously
leaving, Jeff.

Fuck Ohio.

Here's the sitch.

I-I talked to New York.

And... you're not.

So much.

Leaving.

What?

They didn't share details.

(chuckles):
But hey, look...

the boys in marketing have
created a primo tag for you:

The Savior of Sandusky!

(laughs)

That has a nice ring,
doesn't it?

(door creaks)

(birds chirping)

William.

What are you looking at
out there?

Eastern meadowlarks.

It was either bird-watching
or alcoholism, so...

birds.

I thought we agreed that you

were never going
to come out here.

Yeah, well,
you taught me a thing or two

about broken promises.

Didn't you?

This is Hugh Campbell.

We're working
with M.M. and Frenchie.

I got the Boys back together.

Grace Mallory.

I'm the founder
of your little club.

-You're, uh...
-So, let me hear it.

I need your help.

Sorry, I can't.

I'm hoping to photograph
a snowy owl in the dunes.

Look...

I didn't want to come here,

but I need your help.

And you're going to
fucking help.

Why's that?

Because you owe me.

You fucking owe me, goddamn it.

(faucet dripping)

(blows)

(gasps)

(sniffs)

(thump in distance)

Look at you, mon coeur.

Run! Run!

(banging on door)

(grunting)

(man yelling in pain)

(weapon hisses)

(man yells, groans in pain)

(man's groaning distorting)

(distorted radio chatter)

MAN:
Who's got eyes on her?

MAN 2 (in distance):
Over here!

(indistinct shouts)

(panting)

MAN:
Good job.

We won't let her get away.

(indistinct shout in distance)

(over radio):
This is Alpha Team.

Suspect is in custody.

MALLORY:
There's simply nothing else
to say. I can't help you.

Well, you're gonna have to do
better than that.

-Do I? Why?
-'Cause you made me a promise.

But then my grandchildren
got incinerated.

Tends to change
one's perspective.

There weren't even teeth left,

Lamplighter had burnt them alive
so thoroughly.

Well,

I think I've had
enough sun for one day.

Pleasure meeting you, Hugh.

Butcher.

Well, what about
what you've done?

What I've done?

To who?

To me, goddamn it. To me.

You trained me up,
manipulated me,

aimed me at Homelander
like a fucking howitzer.

And then when it didn't suit you
anymore, you just threw me away.

And not a day goes by
I don't regret it.

Day late, dollar short, love.

Now, I'm going to finish
what you started,

and I need your help.

Please.

You can leave with something,

if you never come back

and you keep your
goddamn promise this time.

Madelyn Stillwell.

Vought's VP?

-Homelander's her main account.
-Yeah, that ain't news.

(chuckles)
No, but this is:

They have a--
what shall we say?--

a very special relationship.

Complicated, intimate,
hard to quantify.

And you know this how?

Still have a few fingers
in a few pies.

I don't know
if Homelander has a weakness,

but if he does, she'll know it.

Good-bye, Grace.

You want to kill yourself,
that's your right--

I won't stop you--
but, Billy, not the others.

Vengeance isn't a path
to glory, Hugh.

It's a one-way ticket
to a dead end,

looking at fucking birds.

Oh... No, go ahead.

Sure.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

(quietly):
Dude. Dude, it's A-Train.

Really?

It's fucking A-Train.

Can I help you?

I'm just keeping an eye out.

(chuckles)
That's funny, um,

it really looks like you're
only keeping an eye on me.

You know I'm A-Train, right?

Yeah, and I'm Homelander.

Dude, whip back to A-Train.

Oh.

Listen, I'm sorry about that.

We're good.

(chuckles):
Oh. Wait, so now that you...

now you know I'm A-Train,
now we're good?

Listen, man, I'm sorry.
It was my mistake.

Yeah, you're damn right
it's your mistake.

I'm A-Train.

I'm the fastest
fucking man alive!

(indistinct chatter)

What are you all
fucking looking at?

-You missed it.
-Eyes front.

Eyes fucking front, Hughie.

-Boys are gone.
-What?

Someone's grabbed them.

Oh, yeah? How do you know that?

The window's new,
the front path is scrubbed,

and there's a black van
with "Flowers" on it,

probably full of cunts
waiting to jump us.

-Vought?
-Nah, someone else doing

their dirty work for them,

probably some
Fed black ops unit.

Okay. Okay, what are we...
what-what are we gonna do?

How are we gonna get
the guys back?

BUTCHER:
We're on our own.
We've got to get to Stillwell

-before the walls close in.
-Who gives a fuck
about Stillwell?

-We have to go back for them.
-You don't get it, Hughie.

We got about a couple hours
before they find us,

and that's if we're lucky.

We got to hit back
and hit back now.

You're abandoning them.

I mean, they all...
they risked their...

Mother's Milk has a daughter.

They'd want us
to finish the job.

Your job.

Your job, not theirs.

It's all about Homelander,
isn't it?

And A-Train. This is your
fucking shit, too, Hughie.

I promised you payback,
didn't I?

Mallory give you the same speech
back in the day?

Yeah. Yeah, she did.

But she broke her promise.

I'm keeping mine.

I'm so fucking stupid.

You never cared about me.

Or Robin, did you?

I was just useful to you.

Fuck, Hughie.
Of course you're useful.

I mean, that's why you're here,
isn't it?

Now we just got to take
one more step.

Yeah?

Come on.

HUGHIE:
No.

We have to save them.

For fuck's sakes, Hughie,
we don't have time

for this shit right now, okay?

We get Stillwell.
Now, get in the fucking car.

Then what?

Becca comes back from the dead?
Robin, too?

This is never gonna stop--
it's just gonna be more blood

and... awfulness.

That's the fucking game.

If you don't like to play, why
did you join the fucking team?

Mallory's right-- you're just
gonna drag us all down with you.

Not me.

Not anymore.

You're a fucking pathetic cunt

and an insult to Robin's memory.

I think I'm doing this for her.

Good-bye, Hughie.

("Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M.
playing)

♪ When you're sure
you've had enough ♪

♪ Of this life ♪

♪ Don't let yourself go ♪

♪ 'Cause everybody cries ♪

Fucking idiot.

♪ Everybody hurts ♪

Stupid fucker.

(electric razor buzzing)

♪ Sometimes ♪

Fuck.

♪ Sometimes ♪

Idiot.

♪ So hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Hold on... ♪

Fuck.

Stupid fucking idiot.

♪ Everybody hurts. ♪

(buzzing stops)

(choir singing)

(clears throat)

I remember you telling me
you like to come here to listen

to the choir rehearse,
so I, I figured I'd take a shot.

You've got a lot of balls.

Just two.
(chuckles)

I mean, you must want me
to arrest you.

HUGHIE:
Actually, uh...

Annie... I need your help.

-Please just listen to me.
-Why?

More awful secrets
you want to tell me,

more drugs that I was dosed
with as a kid, maybe?

Look, that just came out.
I'm sorry.

I-I thought you-- maybe
you wanted to know the truth.

Oh, okay, so you're
all about the truth.

Vought is giving Compound V
to some bad fucking people,

like really bad.

Like, that Supe terrorist.

That's insane.

No, it's true.

Look, my friends want to stop
it, but they got caught

on Vought's orders,
and I, and I figured,

because you had
security clearance,

maybe you could help find them.

Hughie, I was almost arrested
just for knowing you.

I had to convince them that I
was an idiot that you threw out

and you used,
and now you want me

to help
your psycho killer friends?

When you put it like that...
(chuckles)

You have 30 seconds
to get the hell out of here.

Okay.

I'm sorry to bother you.

STARLIGHT:
I mean, why the hell

would I ever help you?

Because Vought's up
to some evil shit?

'Cause it's your job.

Because you're a superhero.

Really?

I can't remember the last time
I saved anyone.

You saved me.

When did I ever save you?

Bowling alley.

What are you talking about?

I was, I was angry after Robin.

I was headed for this cliff, and
then you and me went bowling.

Bowling?

Yeah.

Bowling.

That's it.

That's not saving you,
that's, that's just being there.

The thing is...

...I don't care.

-(grunting)
-(heart beating)

(metal creaking)

-(horn honking)
-NATHAN: Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Doc said six weeks minimum
after a fracture like that.

(panting):
I'm all good, man.

Look, I'm back to training.

I feel fucking great.

-You're healed?
-I'm healed.

How the fuck are you hea...

(laughs)

You back on that Compound V.

-(groans)
-You promised me
that you would stay clean.

No. I am clean.

A-1, all-natural A-Train, baby.

Your fucking bones fused back
together overnight?

-That sound natural to you?
-Maybe I'm just strong.

-Oh, yeah.
-I am the world's fastest man.

Bet you can't outrun this.

Hey. Wait, hey, where you going?

I'm not gonna sit here
and watch you kill yourself.

(chuckles) You know what?
I don't need this shit.

You've always just been jealous
of me, so go ahead,

slow-ass fucking loser.

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

(piano playing)

(piano stops)

Huh-- I'm just, yeah, I'm just
gonna... (clears throat)

-MAN: There he is!
-WOMAN: Our hero.

(cheering, applause)

(laughs)
Stop it.

Stop, please.

Amazing. Great job, everybody.

-You're gonna
make me blush here.
-EDGAR: Madelyn?

-HOMELANDER: Stop, please.
-Mr. Edgar.

Uh, I, uh, I didn't know
you were gonna come.

Let me borrow you for a moment.

(sighs)

The Pentagon's shelling out
north of $40 billion per year.

You should enjoy a bonus
that reflects that.

I-I don't know what to say.

Well, say thank you.

(chuckles)
Thank you.

Don't get too excited.

It comes with strings.

You're gonna need to move
your office down to 82.

-That's your floor.
-And

I'm gonna want you to start
riding shotgun on my meetings.

Hey, don't go planning
my retirement yet.

I'm just saying, someone
needs to run this shit show

when I move to Belize.

Enjoy yourself, Madelyn.

Start thinking
about the view from 82.

Thank you.

-(clatters)
-(laughs)

Electricity goes in,
blast comes out.

That's a hell of a party trick.

Do you ever, um, use it for fun?

Can I tell you a secret?

Sometimes,
my eyes light up when I...

you know.

(both chuckle)

-Will you excuse me?
-Uh...

Just a second.

(Starlight vomiting)

(groans)

(coughs)

(sighs)

-You want me to hold
your hair back?
-(groans)

Don't touch.
(grunts)

(toilet flushes)

Leave me alone,
I'm not in the mood.

Not in the mood for what?

(Starlight grunts)

Your bottomless casual cruelty.

So just make
whatever shitty comment

you're gonna make and then go.

(sniffles)

Look.

What am I supposed to be
looking at?

No... my radius
never healed straight.

I really did break every bone
in my right arm.

-What?
-Stopping the bus from falling.

You said the marketing guys
made it up.

It was me.

23-year-old, bright-eyed,

ass you could bounce
a quarter off of...

me.

I really did want
to make a difference.

I really did care.

I was just like you.

And then...

I started giving pieces
of myself away and...

I guess I gave away everything.

So you know what? Be...

just be original.

For fuck's sake.

My position is already taken.

Be the annoying goody two-shoes
asshole that you are.

(Maeve chuckles)

One of us has to be.

(door opens)

(piano playing)

HOMELANDER:
You've been avoiding me.

-No, I haven't.
-Really?

Seems that way.

You do know that I went to see
Vogelbaum, though...

right?

And you do know what he told me?

I never meant for you
to find out that way.

Let me guess.
You wanted to protect me.

Well, we all did.

Of course.

You think I'm fragile?

No, I do not.

You try doing any of this--

I mean fucking any of it--

without me...

I couldn't.

Madelyn.

Did it ever occur to you that...

a Supe terrorist showing up

exactly when
we needed him to was...

a pretty fucking
incredible coincidence?

It's almost like...

someone planned it.

-(Madelyn sighs)
-Mm-hmm.

Me.

Me.

I made him.

What do you mean you "made him"?

Well, I borrowed
some Compound V,

had A-Train run it
all over the globe,

and I supercharged some jihadis.

(chuckles)

Uh, not to oversimplify it.

I mean, it-it was actually
very difficult

and very messy,
using adult subjects.

There's a good reason
that Vought doesn't do it.

But... well, enough survived

to call the operation
a huge success.

Huge.

And now...

we have villains
all over the globe...

that only we can fight.

In sequel after sequel...

after sequel.

Well?

Say something.

(Madelyn moans)

No.

Take off your pants.

Sit down.

(both grunt)

(exhales)

-Gentle.
-I'm...

(grunts)

No.

(exhales)

(Homelander grunting)

Oh, my sweet boy.

My special, special, sweet boy.

-(grunts)
-(moans)

I'm gonna take care of you.

(grunting loudly)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-No, you did good.
-(exhaling): I'm sorry.

-Oh, my boy.
-(panting)

I'm proud of you.

That was so lovely.

Well, you know,
in, uh, medieval times,

they locked prisoners
inside a pillory barrel.

Then they'd kneel
in their own excrement

till they got sepsis
and died, so...

Thank you, Frenchie,

for that disgusting
yet fascinating piece of trivia.

I'm just saying
it could be worse, huh?

Right.

(sighs)

Why didn't you tell us?

Tell you what?

That you had a daughter.

I don't know.

I mean...

I guess she's...

...the only good thing
I ever did, man.

I just wanted just to leave her
clean out of it, you know?

But I fucked that up
to high heaven.

Probably never see her again.

I understand.

She made you a better person.

Hey, man.

Kimiko's gonna be okay.

So you do know her name.

-Hmm.
-MADELYN: Do you like that?

-No.
-(Madelyn chuckles)

Um...

Mr. Edgar came
to the party tonight

and he practically
offered me his job.

Well, not right away.

But he, um...

wants me to move
to the 82nd floor

so that I can be closer to him.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, but y-you'll still be
my day-to-day, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Of course.

I will be there for you always.

Okay, good.

Good.

Madelyn.

From now on,

no more secrets.

Promise me.

I promise.

No more secrets.

Okay.

I'm sorry that I didn't
tell you about your baby.

It's just that...

you carry so much, and...

...the pain of losing
a child to...

miscarriage is...

I just wanted
to spare you that burden.

Do you understand?

Yes.

(clicks)

(exhales)

(Hughie grunts, yells)

What the fuck?!

(door unlocks)

(Hughie panting)

-(Hughie grunts)
-MOTHER'S MILK:
Hey, easy with him, man.

Fuck wrong with you? Shit.

-(door slams, locks)
-Bitch ass.

You okay? You break any bones?

-No, no. No.
-No?

Did they get Butcher, too?

-No.
-They got you separated?

When? When?

Well, um,

he went after Homelander.

But I...

(muffled):
I came to save you.

Yay. (chuckles weakly)

So, you came here?
You meant to come here?

-Without Butcher.
-Yeah.

C'est incroyable.

HUGHIE:
Oh...

Never has a man
thrown his life away so...

completely like
you've thrown yours away today.

No...

no, what I mean is,
you rescuing us

is the most useless,
futile gesture I can think of.

-Yeah, I-I got it.
-Unbelievable.

-All right, so what's the plan?
-Okay.

Okay, um...

all right, so they searched me.

Very, very thoroughly.

But I managed to Poligrip
in my 12th grade retainer.

-Let me see.
-So it looks
like a permanent bridge,

-and it totally worked.
-Shit.

Frenchie, you can pick a lock
with anything, right?

-(Frenchie exclaims)
-There's premium metal wire
in this thing.

-Come on, take it out.
-Okay, one second.

MOTHER'S MILK:
Come on, man.
Spit that bitch out.

-(mutters) It's stuck.
-(Frenchie shushes)

-Okay, okay, stand still.
-Wait, what?

-Stand still. Open.
-What...

-Open the mouth... (mutters)
-(Hughie grunts)

Come on, get up in there,
Frenchie.

(Hughie grunts)

MOTHER'S MILK:
Just go deeper.
Just a little deeper.

All right, all right, all right,
h-h-hold...

-whoa, whoa, whoa.
-(gags)

HUGHIE:
What the fuck, man?

Let me get this.
Let me get this.

-(panting)
-Relax, okay?

-Look. Look, focus. Focus.
-Okay, okay. What?

I'm-a knock that bitch
out your mouth.

-Okay?
-We're not at that step yet.

-We don't have to do that.
-(stammers)

It's just gonna sting
a little bit. A'ight?

-Sting?
-On three.

-One to three.
-Okay, well,
if you count down...

-(grunts, groans)
-MOTHER'S MILK: You all right?

-(groans)
-You okay, buddy?

-FRENCHIE: Yes.
-MOTHER'S MILK: Yes!

-(Frenchie shushing)
-MOTHER'S MILK:
Good job, Hughie.

(guard grunts)

(camera beeping)

DRIVER:
Good night, Ms. Stillwell.

Good night, Miles.

(door closes)

Maria.

Maria, I'm home.

Maria?

BUTCHER:
Your kid's a sound sleeper.

Don't worry.

He's all right.

So's the nanny.

She's out the back sleeping off
a little bit of propofol.

Put your phone on the table.

William Butcher.

CIA showed me your file.

-What do you want?
-You know what I want.

I don't know how
breaking into my home

and threatening my child
is gonna get you Homelander.

All these years...

I've been searching
for that cunt's weakness.

He doesn't have any weakness.

-No?
-There isn't a weapon on Earth

that they haven't thrown at him.

They've all failed.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

I'm talking... about you.

Me?

Yeah, you're the only thing
he gives two shits about.

You're his weakness.

It's a fucking maze.

Where is she?

Ready... go on.

Mon coeur.

Frenchie, what the fuck?

(monitors beeping steadily)

-Fuck! Move. Move.
-(Frenchie groaning)

(panting)

Fuck.

(grunts)

-No! God.
-Just stay down.

(panting)

Aw, fuck.

She better be fucking worth it.

Wait, what?

-You cover him. Cover him!
-Wait, what?

No, I don't-- I don't--
I can't do this.

You just pull the fucking
trigger right now!

-Okay!
-(shouting)

Sorry! I'm sorry!

(shouting)

Shit, it's out, it's out.
What do I do?

Take this. Take it.

-Reload.
-What the fuck
do I know about reloading?

Reload the magazine.

How do I do that? Okay.

-Let's go.
-Good? It's good.

(shouts)

(panting)

M.M.! M.M.!

M.M.!

Go!

(screaming)

(grunting)

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

(panting):
I'm out.

-Oh, shit.
-Drop your weapon!
-Get down!

-Okay, okay, okay. Okay.
-On your knees.

-Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
-On your fucking knees!

Face the wall!

Hands on your heads!

(agents screaming)

(grunting)

(laughs softly)

You came.

Like you said...

I'm a fucking superhero.

-(grunting)
-Come on.

Hughie, check the doors.

(panting)

Is it working?

-No, no, no, um...
-Fuck.

Try this.

Yes.

-(shouts) Son of a...
-HUGHIE: Go, go, go.

-Go. Go, go, go.
-A-TRAIN: Holy shit.

Oh, shit. Go.

-Hughie, let's go.
-Go! I'll be okay. Go.

(heart beating)

A-TRAIN:
Homelander was right.

You are a fucking rat.

Oh, and you're the jailbreaker?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Turn around and walk away,
A-Train.

(laughs)

I got this. Go.

No. I'm the one he wants.

I'm not leaving you.

Please, just go.

(exhales)

(knuckles crack)

(grunts)

(groans)

Hughie!

You killed the only person
I've ever loved.

I didn't kill her.

(labored breathing)

I know.

I did.

(heart beating)

But it was your fault.

(shouts)

(grunts)

(heart beating rapidly)

(grunts)

(heart stops)

(shouts)

Holy shit.

What? What?

I-I think he's having
a heart attack.

(gasps, exhales)

Oh, fuck.

All right.

One, two, three.

Call an ambulance.

One...

He'll never stop coming for you.

I know.

This is Starlight.

I have a code 78-65.
A-Train is down.

I think he's had a heart attack.

You have to go. I'll take over.

Hughie, go!

Or else you'll get caught.

(door opening)

(grunts)

(thunder rolls)

(whooshing)

(thudding)

Well, well, well.

About fucking time.

I know you can see
through the ceiling.

You try to kill me...

and my trigger finger goes soft.

Now... why don't you stop
playing rapey Santa...

and come down and join us?

(shushing)

Take it easy.

We don't want
to upset Teddy, right?

MADELYN:
What are you doing?

Hey, look: Mommy.

You all right?

-No.
-Madelyn...

Take him upstairs.

All good. I got it.

I got it.

Billy Butcher.

You don't mind
if I call you Billy, right?

Y-You are
pretty darn impressive.

I mean, especially for,
you know, one of you.

See, even now, most people
standing where-where you are

would be pissing their pants
terrified, but you...

uh, sure, y-your heart's
pounding, but you're not afraid.

(Teddy crying)

It's anger.

That's a new one for me.

Homelander, will you please
take the baby upstairs?

All because
of your lovely wife Becca.

Right?

Okay. Let's cut
the bullshit, huh?

You know that we, uh...

Uh, bro, not my fault, okay?

-She came on to me. It happens.
-Will you stop?

HOMELANDER:
You know, it's-it's the fame.
They get crushes.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

But what I will tell you is,
she was a hell of a lay.

(laughs):
Oh!

She came three times, eh?

Three times.

All right, little man,
have a little lie-down.

Good boy.

I want you to take him
out of here.

There you go.

(brushes hands)

(sighs)

But that's not really it.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, it's more than just that.

You think I'm responsible
for her death, don't you?

So now

you have a hostage
that-that I care about, right?

Someone I love.

So, what's your plan...
from here?

Uh, what do you want?

Do you want a confession, or...

What's your endgame?

I'm just gonna hurt you.

I mean really fucking hurt you,

and that will be
good enough for me.

So, y-you don't really want
anything, per se?

You just, you want to blow her
up in front of me.

Right?

(laughs):
Wow, fuck.

Uh...
(stammers)

You are dark,
and I kind of like it.

Will you please
take Teddy upstairs?

It's okay.
(shushing)

Just answer one question for me.

Just one.

How do you know?

How do you know?

I mean, you must have
some rock-solid proof, right?

That it was actually me
who killed your wife.

You must have that, right?
So what is it?

Share. We're all
very interested.

Now's not the time
to be strong and silent.

Go for it.

(Teddy crying)

Are you telling me
that this whole thing

i-is based on fucking feelings?

-On a hunch?
-Will you please

-take him upstairs?
-A little bit--
Madelyn, hold on.

-Take him upstairs!
-Shut the fuck up!

Excuse me.

You promised me no more lies.

You fucking promised me.

You and Vogelbaum should have
got your stories straight.

They were so close.

So fucking close, but there
was a few little details

that were different.

So I went back to Vogelbaum,

and I managed to squeeze
the truth out of him.

The real truth.

Yes, that's it.

(whispering indistinctly)

I'm so sorry.

I should never have lied to you.

I know now that you don't need
to be protected.

I'm so sorry.

(crying): Will you please
take Teddy upstairs?

(Homelander exhales)

Did you ever really care
about me?

You mean everything to me.

No.

No, no.

I mean everything to your job.

You care more
about that fucking baby

-than you do about me.
-No.

I love you.

I love you. I love you.
I swear I love you.

But?

Tell me the truth,
or I walk out right now.

I'm scared.

I'm scared of you.

What?

I said I'm scared.

-Of?
-Of you.

I'm scared of you.

Thank you.

Thank you
for finally being honest.

(Homelander sighs deeply)

(gasps)

(sighing deeply)

(sighs)

Now...

...what was that plan again?

Oh, well...

(sprinkler whirring)

Wakey, wakey.

Hey, buddy.

You were out for quite a while.

You can thank me for, uh,
saving you sometime later,

but, for now,

time to get up.

Come on. You're gonna love this.

-Come on.
-(door opens)

Mom!

Wow,
look at this handsome devil.

Hey, pal.

You know who I am?

BOY:
Homelander.

HOMELANDER (laughs):
Yeah, that's right, but...

("Sleepwalk"
by The Shadows playing)

...you know who else?

No.

Becca?

-What?
-HOMELANDER: Huh.

Mommy didn't tell you.

Well...

I'm your father,

and we are a family.

(Homelander chuckles)