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Previously on X -Men. You two lovebirds still ain't talking?

He's grieving his son. If you'll excuse us, Madeline.

Jean! Do you love her? She's the mother of my son.

Cable? I'm so sorry, Mom.

The unthinkable has happened.

They were dancing, drinking wine, making love.

My children of the Atom destroyed.

Curly people.

Some vile Godzilla sin. You go at it, you end up dead.

You said the UN destroyed all the Sentinels. What about Bolivar Trask?

a master mold factory to build new Sentinels, and you X -Men destroyed the

one years ago. I know who we need to see to find Bolivar Trask.

Henry Gyrick.

Why would I know where Trask is?

You helped fund his Sentinel program.

You've no idea how it feels to be left behind by the future.

Remy Lebeau would be the first to remind you that life, like the cards, is wild.

Yet he moved through his life as a force who believed better times lay ahead,

that luck always won. Per his kinetic gifts, Gambit had endless

faith in potential.

Yet he seemed so blind to his.

Haunted by the life of Bayou Crime into which he was born.

A sinner beyond saving.

Such was the cards, he'd say.

I think he was bluffing.

How could Remy, so tuned to potential, fail to see how his sins had made him

into a hero?

Every gambler has a tell.

Modesty was gambits.

How could she not be here?

He saved all of us.

Grief's a lonely war.

Rogue's got to figure it out on her own.

Logan, you were spared witnessing that which Hogan I saw in Genosha.

What she battles is not mere grief.

And our dear Jubilee is wise to be afraid.

Gentlemen, need I remind you that we're standing in the same place built to hold

the Hulk?

Our intruder is an unhinged mutant from the swamp.

She ain't no... Daddy

always used to say breaking into prison was easier than breaking out.

Now I know you know why I've come a -knockin'. Where are Henry Gyrick and

Bolivar Trask?

It's not your kind with the good guys.

You killed those, sugar.

Now, you get me.

I'm sorry, Scott.

The UN just can't commit any more help.

You've gone a week now with no new survivors.

It's time to let go, son.

Finding even one more survivor could give mutants some hope. What about Val

Cooper? Rescuers still haven't located her.

Look, folks are frightened.

They think Dr. Trask just kicked off an all -out war between humans and mutants.

And if scared voters see me helping your kind... Sorry,

son. Just unfortunate optics.

Optics, sir?

Guess if Genosha had looked more human, you would be more focused on death tolls

over polls.

Now, hold up. I'm playing politics here to ensure someone less kind to your

cause doesn't end up in the office you're so quick to disrespect.

Be... Patience, Scott.

Check the headlines, Mr. President. They're all about the virtue of

We're on our own.

Team ready to leave?

They're processing.

But ready.

I got too comfortable.

Never again.

No one could have seen this coming.

Magneto did. He warned us, repeatedly.

And so did Madeline.

I know what she meant to you, Scott.

To Nathan.

I know it seems strange, but after losing Storm, the thought of having

of a sister was comforting.

None of that matters right now.

Right now, we have to be strong. For the team.

For every mutant still out there who's watching these images.

They need hope.

It's what the Professor would do.

Then let's go remind the world that times like these are when dreaming

most.

Look for the helpers.

You will always find people who are helping.

The ever -affable Mr.

Rogers.

Teams haven't risked clearing the Citadel.

Too unstable.

Gene and I can handle it. The rest of you go show humanity that the X -Men are

here to stay.

Tell her work, Amelia.

Triage dies down when the dead stay dead.

When we first set up and the injured started flooding in.

Bad things happen. Everyone wants to be a survivor, but when you actually see

one fresh off the belt... A survivor is the last thing I want to be.

Dr. McCoy.

Hank.

Oh, please.

I'm so sorry.

I'm heartened to know that it is you who will bear witness to what happened in

Genosha.

The death of the dream.

Walk with me.

Would you like that?

Please.

Stand down, Rogue.

Please.

Where's Henry Gyrick? He was moved out of Rikers last week.

Genosha wasn't just a mutant tragedy.

It shames us all.

But rampaging across the country dishonors those who were lost.

Skip the hogwash and tell me what America's top cop is doing all the way

here.

Like you, I'm hoping to use Gyrick to get our hands on Bolivar Traz. He built

the sentencing.

He's the natural first suspect for that mastermind, Ginota.

Last week, Gyrick was transferred out of U .S. custody by some covert division

in the U .N. Black book. So secret. They love telling you about it, huh?

No. These swords don't talk.

Ever.

Looks like they skipped town before you got here.

Almost like they knew someone was on the hunt for Gyrick.

O .Z .T.

So, who's Gyrick to these folks?

Exactly what I planned to ask him. I was able to hack the servers here.

Gyrick was transferred to a facility in Mexico City.

Once I get the thumbs up, I'll lead my team to Mexico to apprehend Gyrick. I

reckon we nab Gyrick now before our mystery boys move him again.

This uniform shows up in Mexico bashing heads in with you. It sends a message.

Damn right, that you stand with mutants.

Unless you don't now.

Gotta do this by the book, Rogue.

Right now, my hands are tied.

Well, if your hands are tied, you won't be needed.

Start bucking up, kid.

War's coming.

Think there's really going to be a war?

My foster parents called this morning asking the same thing. I told them not

worry. Hadn't heard from them in months.

You call your mom?

I'm on a ski trip in the Alps.

Don't look at me like that.

What if we'd been here, huh? What if you were here?

The call she gets, not getting what the cops are saying, something about an

attack. Her son, mutants, dancing.

Stop pressuring me, Jubes. Look what happens when we don't hide.

When we shove it in their face.

Is it worth it, Jubilee?

I just know I wouldn't want my parents finding out who I was on the five o

'clock news.

Don't want them burying a stranger.

Will you come with me?

Duh.

The priority for the foreseeable future must be damage control.

Hell, tall order when mutants everywhere are taken to the streets.

Riots are the language of the unheard.

Martin Luther King, but smashing windows is destruction, not communication.

Normal people won't accept mutants if they feel threatened.

That fear is the whole issue.

Perhaps the professor's vision for the future was too nearsighted, and begging

for your tolerance was our first mistake.

Hank, no, that's not what I was saying.

But it is what you mean.

That is the issue.

As was your reporting outside my home while my friends were dying.

Now forgive me. I dare not waste any more of your tolerance, Miss Tilby.

This is a damn resort.

I have no idea where Bolivar Trask is.

I'd wager the ops who put you up nice and fancy might know.

What's OZT, anyway?

Let's just say you freaks aren't the only ones making friends in high places.

Tell Summers his wife's cute psychic probes won't work this time.

Not against this.

Not against him.

Honey, this ain't that sort of probe.

Psychic echoes.

This much death can stain a place.

So many last thoughts.

Unfulfilled dreams.

Cycling on repeat.

Stuck. Rotting.

So many futures lost.

So many pasts unfinished.

Lack in closure.

Like... Like us.

I'm sorry, Jean.

I told you, this isn't your fault.

No, for...

For how complicated things got between us.

Our lives have never been simple.

It feels different this time.

Different than when I died in that shuttle crash?

Or when I sacrificed myself to the sun or Dark Phoenix?

Yet, you always came back.

One of us did.

Scott! Someone!

Up ahead!

I'm out of it.

She's telepathic. They found someone.

Extraordinary. Diamond transmutation has never been one of Anna's abilities.

Perhaps a dormant mutation triggered by duress?

I've always done well.

Under pressure.

I'll X -Men to the Blackbird immediately.

It's Trask.

I didn't know what he was using my DNA for. He said nothing about Genosha.

Who didn't? Mr.

Sinister. Sinister promised to help me get my life back.

He didn't say it'd be a mutant massacre.

Why would we possibly believe a murdering maniac like you, Trask?

Come to the UN Peace Legion in Madripoor. I'll clear the building.

Note this.

The lobby vending machine is never out of diet. Come see the horrifying face of

your future.

To review, Trask created Master Mold, i .e. all of this is literally his fault,

i .e. we can't trust him.

Really is stranger day.

Buckle up, team.

We head to Madripoor.

Your mother is taking afternoon wine in the parlor. Non -alcoholic spitzers will

be available for you and your friend.

Thanks, Jimbo. No one raised this way is normal.

You got this, okay?

We go in, charm with small talk, and... Why, I'm a mutant.

Or that.

This is such a relief.

It is?

Baby, four of our homes have caught fire mysteriously since you turned 16.

And do you truly think your father and I believe a band of Somali pirates

hijacked your yacht in the Hamptons?

You knew.

Why didn't you say anything?

Your father and I agreed.

It was your secret to tell.

A mother knows, Roberto.

And you would be one of the X -Men, if I'm not mistaken.

They call me Jubilee, ma 'am.

Thank you for helping my son.

I was afraid he'd be facing this all alone.

Now the trick will be making sure we keep this all private.

Wait, what now? What do you mean, keep it private?

Honey, shareholders are rattled by anything mutant -related, especially

this awfulness in Janosha. They can't know we have a mutant in the family.

So we'll have to discuss some new rules concerning your associations and how to

be more discreet.

Spritzers?

Oh, Kurt.

Indeed, it is I, sister.

How do you feel now?

Well, a bit of a headache, but I'll live.

I mean, dead.

But that don't mean I'm ready to accept it.

We all grieve in our own way.

You sure pulled the short straw in the adopted sister department, didn't you?

Got the gal who goes bonkers over losing a boy.

Over losing two.

And her confusion is only natural.

But she did not cause Gambit or Magneto to be killed.

She helped them live.

Bravo.

Just as you dreamt it.

Yet you nearly ruined my surprise.

Now we know what Trask meant by clearing the building.

Sleeping gas.

Praise be.

They're never out of debt yet.

Uber secret break room behind a busted vending machine?

A game, bad guy. A game.

Since when did the United Nations house classified cybernetics facilities?

Hey, y 'all.

Same mystery get -up as the fellows who were guarding Henry Goderick.

OZT. OZT. Not ringing any bells from my spy days.

Maybe we asked poor man's Oppenheimer before he... I

made the Sentinel to protect normal people.

Now I am become dead.

to save this dirtbag from himself, aren't we?

Now, don't do anything silly, Doctor.

Tell us what OZT stands for.

Some group that rose from the ashes of my old Sentinel program.

You X -Men have been holding hands with mankind.

They've been placing dominoes. What about Mr. Sinister? That madman is one

the most brilliant engineers in history.

He said my designs were cute.

He's building a new type of sentinel.

Worse than what we saw in Genosha. The technology in these cases is light years

ahead of ours today.

How could he even obtain such access? I don't know.

But I won't let him make me any more of a monster than he already has.

Easy, boy.

You want redemption?

Help us get the real bad guy.

What else can you tell us?

Anything helps.

I'm sorry.

I have nothing.

Same, Noga.

Vogue, what have you done?

What we all wanted to do.

Is this who we are now?

That maniac killed Remy and thousands of people on Genosha. That rotten piece of

scum put a good man, my man... Germany!

All heaven has mutated into some sort of human sentinel. Okay.

Prime sentinel protocol activated.

Terminate mutants.

I'm hurt. Dean, you get the building. I'll get the debris.

sense class mind inside.

He put Rogue down with one hit. We can't pull our punches.

X -Men, take him down.

Nuclei.

Stay down!

Do you remember what my inferior form asked you in the Sahara?

Tell me, orphan, how does it feel to be abandoned by the future?

Electromagnetic cluster grenades are the quickest way to take these suckers

down. Cable?

What the hell are you doing here?

No.

All along.

It can't be. Get out of my brain.

You're not her.

Oh my God.

Nathan. Let's skip the reunion, Dad.

Trask got it wrong.

Sinister's working for someone else. Someone worse.

And if you X -Men don't stop him, there won't be much of a future worth living

in.

Admit it.

You're impressed.

Impressed by your masterpiece tipping our hand to the X -Men? How does this

you deliver the prize you promised me?

Trask was a rough draft, and his tussle with the Gene Freaks gave us invaluable

tactical data for my real masterpiece.

The X -Men will learn from this too, you blithering fool. You should have waited

until rollout and overwhelmed them.

Oh, sinister.

You and the villains of old have been failing since 92 to squash these pests.

What you would do is my roadmap for what not to do. You were one of those

villains once.

Yet unlike the rest of you, I evolved.

Here, the next bit's a pill for your antsy.

My tech's repaired a damaged alien satellite the X -Men used to chat with

allies, the Shi 'ar.

Your empress is to be married, and our empire shall welcome a new emperor,

Professor Charles Xavier.

They said Gyrick killed Xavier.

Our merry band of muties have been selling the world a very big lie.

And so have I.

Yippee -bop, right?

I've had to be bad lately.

But heat, like music, it softens things.

Softens follicles.

Opens pores.

Makes the flesh viable.

This way, once I have to get to work, smooth as butter.

So long as you stay still.

So long as you don't resist.

Simply listen and obey.

See?

You were born for this.