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(siren wailing)

So, you're-you're not a Fed?

Do you hear that?
That's the old bill.

So unless you want to explain
why you've got

America's favorite invisible
wanker dead on the floor,

give us a fucking hand,
will ya?

Aw, shit.

♪ ♪

All right, listen,
I have worked for the Feds.

I've worked for loads of people.

I'm what you might call
an independent contractor.

You got a problem, you call me,
I solve the problem.

(pounding in trunk)

What is that?

(pounding continues)

That's a problem.

Oh, thank fuck, he's alive.

Yes, yes, he's alive!
Okay, pull over.

No, no, no, Hughie,
you don't fucking get it.

- Pull the car over.
- This is a fucksight worse.

He's seen our faces.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no.
I can't do this.

I can't do this.
Let me out.

- Let me out. Pull over!
- Hughie,

you walk away now, and you will
never get payback for Robin.

You'll spend the rest
of your life

sitting on your ass
with fucking regret.

Now, is that what you want?

I know a bloke.
Top man.

He'll know what to do.

♪ ♪

Morning, luv.

Frenchie about?

(loud music playing inside)

Mmm.

You'll love this guy.

(dance music playing loudly)

(man singing in French)

Frenchie.

Oi, Frenchie.

(music volume lowers)

Monsieur Charcuter.

Huh.

This is a surprise.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, too, mate.

Means you brought that 40,000
you owe me?

(Frenchie sniffs)

I mean, why else would you
show your face around here?

Because I've got something
even better for you.

How would you like
to double your money?

(both laughing)

The double of zero is zero.

Who is he?

This guy?

Oh, this here is
Hughie Campbell.

We're, uh, working
a little job together.

Ooh.

- And he's still alive?
- (laughs)

You and I worked together,
and you're still in one piece.

Am I?

Look, do you want to know
what the fucking job is or not?

Open it.

Who is in there?

- Where's your sense of adventure, Frenchie?
- (cattle prod crackles)

TRANSLUCENT:
You dumb fucks are fucking dead!

Have you any...
Aah!

- That's Translucent.
- (trunk slams shut)

You got Translucent
in your trunk, huh?

Nothing gets past you, mate.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Go away.
Get him out of here.

All right, all right, easy.

He's chipped.

The Supes could be
on their way.

Homelander could be on his way
right now.

Wait, he's chipped?

FRENCHIE:
You bring this to my doorstep?

This is not my problem, huh?

Well, it is now.
He knows what you look like.

Look, Frenchie, I need
your help, mate,

and I ain't leaving
till I get it,

or till The Seven show up.

Ah, here comes the A-Train!

My man, how you doing?

Look, I brought you something.

- Thanks?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, I asked
for Translucent.

Right, but Translucent is
on a secret,

undercover mission right now.

But you got the A-Train, baby.

(clicks tongue)

But... my wish was
to meet Translucent.

That was my only wish.
He's my hero.

Yeah. Um... well, you know,
maybe he can swing by

next week or some...

- something...
- (monitor beeping steadily)

(quietly): Fuck.

Um... you know what?

Maybe I can't turn invisible,

but I am the world's
fastest man.

Like, I can outrun anybody
or anything.

That's-that's something, right?

(chuckles weakly)

Look, I'll tell you what,
you get better,

and I'll teach you to run
as fast as me.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You'll teach me
to outrun cancer?

(sighs)

Yeah.

Oh, my God, turn that off.

How many times do I have
to tell you

that A-Train needs
to be scripted?

- Right.
- When he does not have a script,

- this is what happens.
- I'm on it. I'm so sorry.

- It will not happen again.
- All right.

And where is Translucent?

We know he's not
in the building.

He hasn't triggered any
of the motion sensors.

He's probably out on another one
of his fucking benders.

Doesn't he have a team-up
tomorrow night?

Yeah, with the Deep.

- Get a backup.
- I'm on it.

- Okay, go.
- (phone ringing)

Okay.

Hello?

Black Noir.

We haven't properly met yet.
I'm Starlight.

Well...
(sighs)

I look forward
to working with you.

ASHLEY:
There she is.

Hi. How you settling in?

Well, uh, it's an adjustment.

That's for sure.

- This is Trevor...
- Hi.

...from Crime Analytics.

So, we have exciting news
for you.

We are sending you
on your first patrol.

- (gasps)
- It's a team-up tomorrow night.

Oh, that's great.

That's great news.
Thank you.

Hi. Big fan.
There you go.

- STARLIGHT: A crime itinerary?
- TREVOR: Yep.

Where and when to find
the bad guys.

That's what my department does.
We vet leads,

crunch satellite data,
COMP-STAT.

Better intel than the police.

- Mm.
- You know, thanks, but I'm good.

I-I like to do
my own investigating.

ASHLEY:
And that is why we love you,

but it's not coming from us.

It's corporate.
To protect you.

What if you nab
the wrong person?

There's liability to consider.

The-the Deep is coming?

Yeah,
it's a water-adjacent crime.

Then he should do it himself.
He doesn't need me.

ASHLEY: It was gonna be
Deep and Translucent,

but everyone on 82 is so excited
to get you out there.

Yeah, it's just, uh, you know,
back in Des Moines,

I always patrolled alone.

ASHLEY:
And that is why we love you.

But we see at least
a 23% uptick

in social media mentions
and hero hashtags

when there's a team-up.

People love a team-up.

- Love a team-up.
- Mm.

♪ Ow ♪

♪ ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ Be a man,
can a mystery man ♪

♪ Be a doll, be a baby doll ♪

♪ I got a feeling,
then I hear this call ♪

♪ I said neat, neat, neat,
she can't afford no cannon ♪

♪ Neat, neat, neat ♪

♪ She can't afford
no gun at all ♪

♪ Neat, neat, neat ♪

♪ She can't afford no cannon ♪

♪ Neat, neat, neat. ♪

FRENCHIE: That stuff really
blocks the chip's signal?

Yeah. It's just
R.F. Shielding Foil.

You can get it at Fry's.

You in tech intelligence?

Uh, sales and installation.

TRANSLUCENT:
Ah...

Oh, what the fuck?

Where am I?

Oi. Morning, sunshine.

- You know who I am?
- Not sure.

I know so many
invisible assholes.

TRANSLUCENT:
You fucking amateurs!

- (electricity crackling)
- (Translucent cries out)

Fuck!

What the fuck?!

Ooh, mind them bars, son.

You'll only bollocks
yourself again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh, okay, what do
you guys want? Money?

We don't want
your fucking money.

What do you think, Frenchie?

You just dropped
the Moby fucking Dick

of problems on my plate.

That's what I think.

Okay?

He can re-order his carbon
on his skin into metamaterial.

(sighs)
It's hard as diamonds.

It's nearly impossible
to penetrate.

BUTCHER: All right,
how 'bout we suffocate him?

FRENCHIE: Some Dominicans
already tried this,

way back in '07.

BUTCHER:
And what happened?

FRENCHIE:
They're all fucking dead now.

That's what happened.

BUTCHER: All right, then,
fuck it, electrocution.

We'll just increase the amps.

FRENCHIE: You already hit him
with enough to drop

a water buffalo, and look.

Might knock him out.
Doesn't seem to kill him, huh?

No. We need to pierce
the skin somehow.

BUTCHER: Well, how the
hell are we gonna do that?

FRENCHIE:
I don't know.

You're gonna kill him?

(Butcher scoffs)

We didn't bring him here
for a fucking Happy Meal.

I don't... I thought we'd
question him or something.

I don't know, you get a... you
get ahold of someone this big...

At Gitmo, we had to water board
Khalid Sheikh Mohammed

183 times over six months
to get him to talk just once.

Now, we ain't got six months.

I doubt we've even got
six hours.

There are so many crazy things
about what you just said,

but right now, you're talking
about randomly killing

one of the most famous men
on the planet.

A goddamn national treasure.

I mean... people tend to notice
that kind of thing.

And if we let him go...

what do you think The Seven
will do to us?

- Hmm?
- (sighs)

You can't get A-Train if you're
a greasy smear on the pavement.

I'm not a murderer.

(Butcher scoffs)

That's all right.

- I am.
- (Hughie exhales)

The race is coming up quickly.
How you feeling?

Look, A-Train is
a fierce competitor,

but no one can be the world's
fastest man forever.

Let's just say I like my chan...

HOMELANDER DOLL:
I'll always protect you.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Your little
hero will never be afraid

with the Junior
Homelander Cuddle...

I regret to inform you that I've
located the mayor's Gulfstream.

It's about two miles down at
the bottom of Hudson Canyon.

There are no survivors,

and I've yet to locate
the flight recorder.

Though the jet was fragmented,

there was one engine
fully intact,

and it appears to be
engine failure.

So I'd like to offer...

(door opens)

Whoa...

(both chuckle)

- Still going strong, huh?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

I've just been pumping
for 30 minutes,

and I got a quarter of an ounce.

Hey, hey, go easy on yourself.

Come on, now.

Personally, I think it's amazing
that a woman your age

can have a baby, period.

That is so sweet of you to say.

Oh, no problem.

Hey, you found Translucent yet?

- You heard about that?
- Mm-hmm.

No, not yet.

Well, you know,
I could search for him.

Personally.

That's not necessary.

Right.

Hey, did you hear about
the mayor of Baltimore?

Yeah. Yeah.

Heard his plane went down.

Some sort of engine trouble.

Yeah, it's awful.

I saw him on Tuesday.

Had a meeting with him
right here.

Wow.

Well, hug your kids, right?

'Cause you never know
what might happen.

- So true.
- Mm.

You know what's interesting?

The Deep told me, and only me,

that there were, uh,
scorch marks

on the mayor's engine.

Almost as if from two small,
high-intensity beams,

roughly the width of human eyes.

Say what you mean to say.

Your brand is hope,

baseball, America...
sunshine.

You don't do vengeance.

Madelyn, I heard him
through the wall of this...

He was blackmailing you.

I am the last person
you need to save.

Yeah, but I-I did it for you.

I know, but did the timing
occur to you?

I have half the Senate
Appropriations Committee

coming tonight.

(scoffs)

How did he even know
about Compound V?

We are not going
to talk about that.

Oh, come on, Madelyn.

You do not need
to hide things from me.

I love Vought as much as you do,

- and I can do more.
- You can do more?

You've already grossed
$12.3 billion for us.

Right. So the pricks on 82 can
take all the fucking credit?

Empty fucking suits
with Cornell degrees? Come on.

I'm the one who's out there.
Not them.

I'm the one who,
who-who knows the audience.

Who knows what's good
for this company.

I know. I hear you.

I do. But what I need right now,

is I need you to charm the shit
out of those congressmen.

Right.

'Cause that's all
I'm good for, huh?

Smile, look pretty,
say my lines.

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

No. No.

You just need
to let me protect you.

- Oh, you're gonna protect me?
- Mm-hmm.

Gods are pure

and they're perfect

and they're above it all.

And they need to stay that way.

Huh...

You're leaking.

Thank you.

(panting)

(scoffs, chuckles)

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

(line ringing)

- DAD (over phone): Hello?
- Hi, Dad.

Hughie, where have you been?
I've been calling hospitals.

- I'm fine.
- But the police are saying

some wacko drove
into Gary's store,

right through the window,
and then took off.

I-I thought maybe you've been
hurt, or-or kidnapped.

I saw this Dateline
on human trafficking...

Dad, I haven't been
human trafficked, okay?

I-I closed up early. It must
have happened after I left.

But where'd you go?

Just been drinking at Anthony's.

- Blowing off steam.
- No... now, I called Anthony, all right?

I called everybody. No one's
seen you. Don't lie to me.

Yeah, it's kind of
hard to explain.

Hey, Dad, listen,
I got to, I got to go.

Just, l-listen,
I know you've been taking

Robin's accident real hard.

- It wasn't an accident.
- All-all right, all right.

My point is, you're a good boy.

You're a sensitive boy.
Come home.

Okay? Before you do something
stupid, come home, Hughie.

- I got to go.
- No, w-wait, Hugh...

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

Oh. Well, I heard
we had a meeting.

So, um,
I'll just leave you to it.

Well, we're having a meeting
right now, aren't we, Deep?

You and me.

- Come on in.
- Yeah. Sure.

So, uh, what, uh...

Or is there, is there anything
I can, can do for you,

Homelander?

Well, yeah. I-I guess, uh...

(sighs)

Well, you can help me
understand something, Deep,

'cause, uh...

(chuckles):
I don't know, maybe I'm stupid.

Am I stupid, Deep?

What? No. (scoffs)

No. You're not stupid.
(chuckles)

You're-you're smart.
Very smart, right?

Yeah. Okay.

So, what possible reason...

what, uh, razor-sharp
fish instinct...

made you run to Stillwell

and tell her what you thought
you saw down there?

All right, look, I-I thought...
I thought I, I was, uh...

I-I don't even know... I don't
know what I saw down there,

as a matter of fact. It was, it
was really dark and, uh, muddy...

the water was really muddy.

I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.

I-I didn't...

I didn't really see anything
down there, as a matter of fact.

(chuckles)

That's what I thought.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

(laughing)

(Homelander chuckles)

And I trust we never have
to have this conversation again.

No. Of course not.

Just this once.

(both chuckle)

Now go fuck Shamu
in the blowhole.

Yeah.

("La foule,"
by Youssoupha playing)

♪ ♪

Rounds coated in the same carbon
metamaterial as his skin.

(scoffs)

Will it work?

Je ne sais pas.

(gun clicks)

HUGHIE:
Guys?

What are you doing?
Wait! No, no, no! Wait, wait!

TRANSLUCENT:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

TRANSLUCENT:
Ha, ha, ha, ha...

(laughing)
You stupid, fucking asshole.

I'm invincible.

You stupid motherfuckers.

(laughs)

I'm fucking Translucent.

I'm indestructible.

It's only a matter of time
before they come for me.

You're fucking dead!

Well, that was great, guys.

That was awesome.

Frenchie, back later.

Where are you going?

Got an idea.
Long shot, might help.

- Now?
- Yeah, well, it's all under control here, isn't it?

Try not to bugger each other.

Ah, fuck me.

Fuck.

(indistinct chatter)

EMPLOYEE:
Oh. Sorry, Ms. Stillwell.

EMPLOYEE 2:
Oh...

MADELYN:
Are you Anika?

Ms. Stillwell,
I didn't know that you were...

You look really nice.

Thank you.
Could you please show me?

Yeah. We haven't been able
to ping Translucent's chip

- until about five minutes ago.
- Well, where is he?

Jersey City.

What the hell is he doing
in Jersey City?

Uh... well, he's somewhere
in this ten-block area.

MADELYN:
That is the best you can do?

ANIKA: It's possible
the chip's glitching,

- or there's some kind of interference...
- Okay.

Tell security to search the
area, door-to-door if necessary.

But tell them to be discreet.

He is invisible,
so it shouldn't be that hard.

Okay.

(boat horn blows in distance)

DEEP:
Oh, wow. What a surprise.

A water crime.

Fuck me running. I swear to God,

they only call me when
there's trouble at a dock.

Or a river or a lake, canal.

A jetty.

(chuckles) Fucking idiots.
I could be doing so much more.

But no, Vought just wants me
to make my big pretty dives

into the water and flash
my fucking biceps for Instagram.

I mean, sure, four million hits
a day, but still,

it's fucking demeaning.

(sighs)

What's your problem?

You've had that pissy look
on your face all night.

(electrical buzzing)

Ooh. What...?

Is this about
the other night again?

(scoffs)

Jesus Christ.
(chuckles)

Cry me a fucking river,
all right?

I took my share of shit
when I first got here, okay?

Besides, you had
a crush on me, remember?

That gives you no right...
zero right...

to do what you did,
you pathetic asshole.

- Hey. You shut your fucking mouth.
- Or what?

You'll sic a grouper on me?

I'll tell everyone
you're a psycho.

- I'll go to Homelander.
- No, you won't.

See, I asked around; you're not
number two around here.

You're just the fish guy.

Everyone thinks you're a joke.

Me, most of all.

I cannot believe
I fell for your crap.

- You stuck-up little...
- You ever touch me again,

I will burn your eyes out.

Understand me?

(sighs)

(clattering)

We'll finish this later.

You take them from the front,
I'll come in from behind.

(exhales)

HOMELANDER DOLL:
I'll always...

STARLIGHT:
Hey.

(grunting)

Hey, boys.

(whoops)

Hurry up. Move faster.

You're amazing. That was so
great. That was really good.

- Smile for the cameras.
- What? What the hell is this?

Yeah, stand over him
and say "This is lit."

DEEP:
Oh, hey, Jimmy.

Catch my dive in the water?
It was fucking cherry.

Nice.

ASHLEY:
Smile at the camera, Starlight.

(alarm beeping)

BUTCHER: Congrats
on your promotion, Susan.

(whispers):
Jesus Christ. Butcher.

- Madam Deputy Director, eh?
- (sighing)

Wow. Andrew and the kids
must be chuffed for you.

Keep your voice down, and don't
talk about my family.

It makes my skin crawl.

What are you doing here?

Just need a quick dekko
at some of your files.

- My files? What files?
- A couple of Supes.

Big Game, Shout Out.

Translucent, if you got him.

- Why Translucent?
- Eh, nothing special,

- just ticking a few boxes.
- Oh.

So you just broke
into my goddamn house

in the middle of the night?

All right.

I'm trying to find a way
to do the job on the cunt,

and if it's anywhere,
it'll be in Mallory's files.

- Now would you like me to keep talking?
- No.

No. Christ. Just don't
fucking say another word.

The Mallory files
are dead and buried.

You're the deputy director
of CIA Operations.

- Dig 'em up.
- No.

- Why not?
- Because of you.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

The director will shitcan anyone

who even goes near those files.

You made it suicide
to go after the Supes.

What are you even doing back
involved in this?

I mean, you have a death wish,

or are you a glutton
for punishment?

Yeah. A bit of both, I suppose.

Come on... Susan.

Five minutes alone
with a piece of paper.

For old time's sakes.
No one will know.

You-You're really trying
to sell this shit?

- Why, you buying it?
- You think I look back fondly

at the times we fucked
in bar bathrooms?

Oh, come on.
We had a few laughs.

Like the time you sent me
the Edible Arrangement.

And what we had was
you trying to use me,

for a Get Out of Jail Free card
at a time like this.

Well, if that's all
it was, then,

what's got you
so hot and bothered

when a simple "fuck you"
would suffice?

Fuck you.

Now get out of my house.

Did I mention this is
life or death?

I'll send an Edible Arrangement
to your funeral.

Hi.

I, um... I thought you
might be thirsty, so...

Well, if you don't want it,
I can always...

No, I want it.

Cheers.

(gulping)

HUGHIE:
So, listen, um,

I need to ask you some
questions about A-Train.

When he, uh, burst
through that woman

the other day, Robin Ward.

I-I need to know why.

Where was he going?
What was he doing?

Why? Was she your sister?

Girlfriend?

Girlfriend.

(sighs)

That's what all this
is about? Christ.

What makes you think I know
anything about it?

I know you and A-Train
were tight.

You guys came up together.

What are you, a fucking fan?

Listen, those two guys in there,
they want to kill you, okay?

So you give me something,
maybe I can...

What? Hold 'em off?
'Cause they hang

on your every word.
You're the big man around here.

Okay, you don't want to talk,
don't talk. I tried.

Good luck.

Buddy, my superpower
ain't invisibility.

You know that, right?

It's reading people.

Watching them when
they think they're alone.

I see people for who
they really are.

I see you, too, pal.

Right.

'Cause you know me
so well, right?

Yeah. I know you're trying
your damnedest

to be tough...
it's a little adorable...

but the truth is...
you're terrified.

Shitting in your tighty-whities

'cause you're "in over your head
fucked," and you know it.

(indistinct radio transmission)

TRANSLUCENT:
Hughie,

I even kind of feel for you.

Your girl died, and we do crazy
shit when we got broken hearts,

but now every instinct
is screaming at you

to head for the hills, and you
should listen to that instinct.

Unless we kill you first.

How?

I got invulnerable skin.

I'm a fucking superhero, guy.

We fight gangs and terrorists.

We save the world daily.

I've stood in front
of thousands of screaming fans,

all of 'em creaming their jeans.

Uh...

Who are you?

A water balloon filled

(laughing):
with blood and meat.

Homelander's gonna find me,
and when he does,

he's gonna burst you wide open.

I'm gonna make it home
in time for cocktails.

'Cause that's who you are,
and that's who I am.

You're not the hero
of this story.

And I'm not the one

who's trapped.

Well, good luck.

I tried.

TRANSLUCENT:
Great chat.

Run for the hills, Hughie.

MAN (over radio):
It looks like we're losing him.

The signal's going in and out.

MAN 2 (over radio):
Keep searching,

another 50 feet down
on the right.

(shuddering)

♪ ♪

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thanks to Samaritan's Embrace,

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a ventilated cooking area,
and a laptop.

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For just $9.99 a month.
That is only...

Hi, John.
Thanks for your support.

It's what makes this republic
so great.

Bill. How are the kids?
(chuckles)

Hey.

EZEKIEL: Give
to Samaritan's Embrace today,

and give a child
just like Asim...

Could I get a club soda?

Ms. Stillwell.

Senator, what can I get you?

- Jack, rocks.
- You know, we have Macallan 25.

You'd be wasting it.
Whiskey's whiskey to me.

(chuckles)

Boy, they're blowing
so much smoke up Maeve's ass,

it's a miracle she doesn't die
of lung cancer.

(laughs)

But you know it's just that,
right? Smoke.

- I'm sorry?
- Everyone loves

to bask in their glow,
but tomorrow morning

no one's putting Supes
into national defense.

It won't get out of committee,
much less hit the floor.

Because God forbid
we could have an advantage

in an armed conflict.

You send a Supe over
the 38th parallel,

Pyongyang's gonna answer
with a nuke.

Then one of my guys
will catch it.

You see Robertson over there?

He's got Lockheed in his state
and in his pocket.

McCrea? He's got Fort Bragg
and its couple thousand voters.

No one wants
to outsource to you.

America runs on weapons.

Hell, it's one of the only
damn things we still make.

But you are the chairman.

Where do you stand?

Me? I'm just an old leatherneck.

And if I was on the line,

scare the shit out of me
to have Homelander there.

My heroes are the most
loyal, patriotic...

That's just it.

They're your heroes,
aren't they?

Get him a Macallan 25.

(chuckles)

Why have average
when you can have extraordinary?

(chuckles)

Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN: Guys, we should get
back to the party.

- MAN: What?
- Elena just ordered more booze.

- Come on, let's go back.
- No, no...

WOMAN:
It'll be more fun at the party.

Please... okay, don't touch me.

- (laughs)
- No, please, please.

Oh, no, no! Stop!
No, no, no, no!

Please, no, no, no, no!

- The girl said no.
- Help.

We're all friends here.

Yeah, it's all good.
It's fine. (laughs)

Miss, do me a favor
and shut your eyes.

Fucking bitch.

(grunting)

(drilling)

Fucking diamond skin.

(door slams)

- Fuck.
- Merde!

Here.

Here, take it.

What is that?

It will help
with your, uh, anxiety.

It's LSD and MDMA.
This is a candy flip.

It'll smooth you right out.
Take it.

Uh, thank you, but I-I
don't think now is the time

for a major hallucinogen.

Fais-toi plaisir.

(sniffs, coughs)

What are you exactly?

Chemist? Engineer? What?

No. I know a little
about a lot of things.

I'm a gunrunner by trade,
but, uh, as you can see,

I've developed a certain niche.

Killing superheroes?

No.

You can count on one hand
the number of dead superheroes.

Sometimes you can, uh,
incapacitate them.

Truly, they are
magnificent creatures.

Mm.

Each one with a unique power
that requires a unique solution.

It's, uh...
it's never the same twice.

Who pays you to do that?

Whoever can pay.

And when you do kill a Supe...

or, you know, any-anyone...

um... what's it like?

You know... (sniffs)

I saw this woman once,
in a midtown elevator,

2008.

No more for ten seconds,
I see her, huh?

Stunning.

Five-nine.

Hair so black it absorbed
the light, you know?

Tom Ford pencil skirt,
Louboutin stilettos.

C'est magnifique.

But she had,

uh... she had...

I never forget this, you see...

she had dirt
under her fingernails

and callouses on her hands,
and I see this and I say, "Oh,

strange for such a refined woman
like this."

What, you...
(chuckles)

You a gardener?

You know, are you a sculptor?

What is this, huh?

And I think about this...

I think about her all the time.

She was the first person
I ever killed.

I carry...

I carry them all with me.

It's like scars in a way,
you know?

Okay, Senator, you ready?

(chuckles)

Oh, yeah.

Oh. (chuckles) Oh, darling.

- Mm-hmm?
- You know I like to watch.

No. Can't always be in control.

- (chuckles)
- Sir.

Then I guess I'll just have
to feel my way through it.

Oh, you'll feel
good indeed, baby.

- You ready?
- Oh, I was born ready.

- Mm-hmm.
- Feels like butter, baby.

Get ready, sir.

You're going in.

Yee-haw!

Giddyup, gal. Come on.

- Oh, God.
- (laughing)

That-that feels different.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey...

Homelander.

Starlight.

How are you?

Uh, I'm good.

Good.

Hey, is that your, uh,
secret identity?

- Mm-hmm.
- Charming.

Thanks.

Yeah, I-I gave up on mine...

oh... a long time ago now.

I think I'm gonna go to sleep.

(chuckles)

Good night.

MADELYN:
No. No, I did not

go through eight rounds of IVF

and bleeding nipples
to quit now.

I am doing this. Yes.

That little kid is gonna drink
my goddamn milk

if it's the last thing I do.

(pump whirring)

(narrator speaking indistinctly
over TV)

(drill whirring)

(drill clatters on table)

NARRATOR: While scientists
now believe the shell evolved

to help turtles burrow
underground...

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

Shocking our invisible friend.

I need him unconscious.

Why?

Because I got it.

TRANSLUCENT:
Now what the fuck do you want?

- (electricity crackles)
- (Translucent screams)

What the fuck, Starlight?!

- What?
- (spits)

(grunting over phone)

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah.

Oh, shit.

And so glad you did it
in plain clothes,

so you could blow
your secret identity.

Here: "OMG. I recognize
Starlight, that's Annie January!

"I went to Hoover High with her.

# SheWasBulimic."

(clears throat)

One, this was stupid.

Two, it was really stupid
to do it on camera.

Always look for cameras.

- They were about to rape a girl.
- What girl?

There's no girl in that video.
You get a name?

No, she ran off.

Oh, great. She ran off. Great.

Always get a fucking name,
Starlight. Always!

Well, uh...
They-they said... Hmm.

(stammering):
They-they said she was a friend.

It was date rape, I think.

Great.
Well, she hasn't come forward

and, statistically,
she's not likely to.

So all we really have
is two Delta Betas

who insist they were just
getting drunk in an alley

until you beat them unconscious.

They're lying! I, uh...

Aren't I innocent
until proven guilty?

When you're in the big leagues?
You flip it.

(exhales)

I don't know what you were
planning on doing today, hmm,

with your little... cute day,

but you have to cancel
everything, okay?

You're gonna have meetings
with Risk Assessment,

with Crisis Management,
with Legal.

Jerry is gonna lose his shit!

Fuck.

Am...

(Starlight exhales)

Are they gonna fire me?

Just be in Stillwell's office
at 10:00.

What?

Am I fired?

Senator, I very much appreciate
you coming bright and early.

I realize, uh,
how busy you were last night.

These... are fake.

I think we both know
they're not.

Look. I was with a young woman,
all right?

Of legal age.

Her name was Rhonda.

So this isn't possible.

They've... (scoffs) ...obviously
been doctored or something.

I'm sorry, they are authentic.

I should know. I was there.

You what?

(squishing and cracking)

You shiver when you orgasm, sir.

Oh, Jesus.

(door opens)

That will be all, Doppelganger.

Who the fuck is he?

Anyway, I would love to continue

our conversation
from last night.

This is some dirty fucking pool,
Madelyn.

You're really gonna clutch
your pearls, Senator?

I don't think either one of us
is that naive.

Yeah. It's not...

it's not fatal to be...
homosexual these days.

It is in Oklahoma, sir.

Where your voters live.

Even if I get the bill
out of committee,

nobody's gonna vote for it
on the floor.

No one wants your fucking Supes
in the Army.

We'll see.

- (door opens)
- MAN: Shut up, shut up, shut up.

(indistinct low chatter)

ANIKA:
Homelander. (chuckles)

Uh...
wel-welcome to Crime Analytics.

- (Homelander sighs)
- Can... Would you like a Red Bull?

Have you found Translucent yet?

Oh. Uh, no.
But Security's on it.

He's been missing over 24 hours.

- Is he in danger?
- Um...

Do... you even know?

Forget it. I'll find him myself.

What's his last known position,
please?

Why don't I just call
Ms. Stillwell?

- And I...
- No.

No, no, no, no, no.

You're talking to me.

Well, I'm not sure

- I'm supposed to be talking to...
- (sighs)

What's your name?

- Anika.
- Anika.

Sir.

It's a beautiful name.

(Anika chuckles)

Listen, Anika.

- (quietly): I'm the Homelander.
- Mm-hmm.

And I can do whatever
the fuck I want. (chuckles)

Okay?

Now...

Translucent's last known
position.

Please.

(typing)

TRANSLUCENT:
What the...?

Something doesn't feel right.

Oh, I'll bet.

FRENCHIE:
I'm not ashamed to admit

I have outdone myself.

Now, the problem is
the skin, no?

It's, uh, hard like diamonds.

But then I realized, it is just
your shell that is hard, huh?

Like a turtle.

But your insides...

they're like the rest of ours...

soft.

So, how do you get to the...
squishy insides?

Through the mouth? Non.

The stomach acid,
the gag reflex.

If I stick something down your
throat, you may vomit it up.

(clicks tongue)

There's truly only one way...

The fuck did you do to me?

He stuck a lump of plastique
up your bum, son.

Ass bomb.

Oh, my God.

Now...

you stick a little finger up
there and try and fish it out...

bang.

I trigger this... also bang.

Savvy?

(crying):
Oh, please don't kill me.

I'll do anything.

(stammering):
I'll tell you about A-Train.

That's what the kid wants,
right?

I-I-I-I don't know
where A-Train was going

that night he killed the girl,

okay, but I know
where he was coming from.

What? Where?

Popclaw's.

He fucking... loves her.

He doesn't think anyone else
knows, but I know.

I know a lot of things.

But he-he's there every night.

Maybe... now, even.

Popclaw?
That's the hero with the...

the sharp things
coming out of her arms.

Yeah. Real D-lister.

Anyone knows what A-Train
was doing, it's Popclaw.

But that's all I know
about that, I swear to Christ.

But I'll tell you
anything else you want.

Just ask.

TRANSLUCENT:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just... ask anything.

Now, normally, that would be
just what the doctor ordered.

But unfortunately... for you...

we're out of time.

No.

No!

Please! Listen, I know shit.

Dark shit!
All the way to the top!

Wait, wait! No, no, no, no, no!
Please, wait, wait, wait.

Listen, I can help you.
I'm fucking invisible!

- We can be a team.
- FRENCHIE: Butcher!

No, please, please, please!
Please, I can...

A moment, s'il vous plait.

(Translucent continues
indistinctly)

Here.

HUGHIE:
What is that?

Homelander.

HUGHIE:
That's Homelander?

Homelander's here? Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

(exhales)

He could see us.

He's got X-ray vision. He can
see through the fucking roof.

And super fucking hearing.

You pull that detonator,
he will hear.

♪ ♪

Homelander.

We got to throw him
off the scent.

But how?

Pittsburgh.

Oh, you cannot be serious, huh?

Deadly.

FRENCHIE: You know how much
this will cost me?

Put it on the tab.

Guys?!

♪ ♪

Where is it?

Back door panel.

(line ringing)

- Look, the mall shooting's a tragedy.
- (phone ringing)

I'm just saying,
if more people were armed,

maybe I wouldn't have
to save the day every time.

- NEWSMAN: So, in a situation...
- (sighs) Hello?

FRENCHIE:
Cherie.

It's a burn.

You're joking.

Now?

No joke, I'm afraid.

(sighs)

Fine.

I'll be ready in three.
(exhales)

BUTCHER:
Come on.

Frenchie, I'm getting
shit reception here.

Well, figure it the fuck out,
huh?

♪ ♪

Come on.

(knocking)

HOMELANDER:
Evening.

Holy shit.

You're the Homelander.

I am talking to the Homelander.

Mm-hmm.

Sir, I need to see some ID.

Get the fuck back in that cage.

Just take it easy. Okay?

HOMELANDER:
You doing out here?

This is my place.

We... I'm, uh...
I'm opening a Fogo de Chao.

You know what a churrascaria is?

Yeah.
It's a Brazilian steakhouse.

Sir, I need to see
in the back of the van.

No offense, you got a...
warrant or something?

Well, if you got nothing
back there,

then you got nothing
to worry about, right?

(Frenchie chuckles)

Please get back in the cage.

I'm not getting back
in that cage, man.

I do, I am dead.

Yeah, well, if you don't...
you're dead.

♪ ♪

TRANSLUCENT:
Just think.

You kill me,

they'll never stop
looking for you.

You'll be glancing over
your shoulder your whole life

till they find you,
which they will.

(distant explosion)

FRENCHIE:
Everything all right, sir?

♪ ♪

Look, you let me go...

you'll be the hero
that saved Translucent.

It's not too late.

You can still go home.

Back to your life.

(detonator safety clicks)

Attaboy.

(panting)

(high-pitched ringing)

♪ Hello, Daddy ♪

♪ Hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world,
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb, cherry bomb ♪

♪ Stone age love
and strange sounds, too ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
let me get to you ♪

♪ Bad nights
causin' teenage blues ♪

♪ Get down, ladies,
you've got nothin' to lose ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world,
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ ♪

(moaning)

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world,
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Hey, street boy,
want some style? ♪

♪ Your dead-end dreams
don't make you smile ♪

♪ I'll give you something
to live for ♪

♪ Have you and grab you
until you're sore ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world,
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch ♪

♪ Cherry bomb, cherry bomb ♪

(echoing):
♪ Cherry bomb! ♪