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I'll take this.

Merci.

Sorry about all the...

Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favour.

- What are we gonna do with him? - Ah, we'll take care of it.

The, uh, tracking chip.

Already disabled.

Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie.

Oi, where you think you're going?

- I'm going home. I need clothes. - We'll get you clothes.

I want my clothes.

I'll be right back.

You are, perhaps, in a state of shock, mon ami.

Hughie, you just arse-bombed America's sweetheart.

You can't just piss off.

I need to go home.

All right. Frenchie will go with you.

Wait, what? No.

Either he goes with you, or I break your legs.

Good lad.

Translucent's skin, it won't burn off.

Where you gonna stash it Homelander can't find it?

Nowhere.

But we can slow the cunt down a bit.

♪ No ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ Love teachers ♪

♪ It's lit to pop And nobody is gonna stop ♪♪

Come on in.

Ms Stillwell. Hello.

Please sit.

Starlight, that video—

- Ms Stillwell, please. - No, no. Let me finish.

The date-rape girl? The victim?

She saw that video on YouTube

and she came forward to thank you.

She could not have been more effusive.

That's... That's good, right?

It is fantastic. You're polling through the roof.

You have a huge boost with men, for the ass-kicking, of course,

but with women, too. They love the empowerment.

Sixteen points with females 18 to 49,

even in the liberal retreat jurisdictions like New York and San Francisco.

- I don't know what to say. - You just have to enjoy this.

This is so good for you. And it's so great for us,

because it is a partnership, after all.

- This is Seth and Evan from Marketing. - Hi.

They have some brilliant ideas on how to capitalise on all the buzz. Gentlemen.

- Okay. So... - Yeah.

Now, small-town Iowa girl, unexpected child prodigy,

is chosen for the Seven.

Destiny knocks on the girl next door's door,

and she answers, to fight for truth and justice

- side by side with her heroes. - The Big Apple is rough, tumble.

It's got worms. Muggers and rapists and thieves, oh, my.

Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.

Or Iowa. Poor girl gets knocked around something fierce.

- Kicked while she's down. - So, what does she do? Does she cry in her milk?

- Does she quit? - No way!

She adapts! She transforms!

Embraces her feminine strengths.

Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road.

And hello, Starlight.

- I can't wear that. - What?

- Why not? It's beautiful. - Seriously?

It's just...

It's not me.

I designed Homelander's suit.

- This isn't my first rodeo. - You're wrong.

It's totally you. It's bold, it's brave, it's feminist.

- How is that feminist? - Empowering.

It says you're confident in your own skin, and you're not afraid to show it.

Most importantly, it tells the story.

Of your transformation... Of what you're going through.

How exactly do you know what I'm going through, exactly?

I'm sorry. I appreciate the effort,

I really do, but I'm fine with my old outfit.

- We're not. - Excuse me?

Starlight, like I said before, this is a partnership.

In a partnership, there is give and there is take.

It's my body.

I have the right to choose how much of it I show.

That is true. You do.

You just won't be doing it in the Seven...

unless it is wrapped in that.

Tomorrow, A-Train versus Shockwave.

The Race of the Century.

The question now, Al, is can A-Train keep his title

as the fastest man alive?

Or is tomorrow the day he runs out of track

at the hands of this fresh-faced young challenger?

Just wait here, okay?

Tomorrow, live on pay-per-view, the Race of the Century.

Well, Shockwave...

Hughie?

Oh, hey, Dad.

Look at the—

- You've— This is— - Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about this.

I just... I've been meaning to clean up the Supe stuff

for a while now, so...

What, are you going somewhere?

- Yeah. For a while. - Where?

Uh...

I don't know.

Well, now, you're scaring me, Hugh.

All right, now, I spoke to Dr Feldman...

- My paediatrician? - He's still your doctor.

And he's given me the name of someone you can talk to.

Help you, you know, get back to normal.

There's no normal anymore.

What do you mean, there's...? Look.

We've always been very open with each other, right?

We've always told each other everything.

- Talk to me. - Stop it.

- What do you mean, stop it? - Stop it.

I have never told you everything.

I have never told you how much I hate sitting on that couch,

staring at the TV like we're already dead.

How much I fucking hate Pizza Rolls.

- No, you love Pizza Rolls. - When I was 7!

I am not 7.

I'm sorry.

My father was a bipolar.

One night, when I was 10,

he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.

Shh, shh, shh.

Yo!

What the hell is wrong with y'all?

This is not what we do here, gentlemen.

Now, didn't I tell you we take turns at the pong?

Oslo, Deeaygo, tell me you put your names up on my board?

Apologies, Mr Milk. No, sir.

Nah, me neither, Mr Milk.

Which means that you have cut in line in front of everybody else in here.

What else does it mean? Spit it out.

That we're disrespecting the other niggas—

Excuse me?

All our fellow brothers in the unit.

You know how to write in English in a passable fashion.

I know that because I've seen to it myself, have I not?

- Yes, sir. - Then place your John Hancocks on my board.

Yes, sir, Mr Milk. Thank you.

At the bottom of the list.

Oh, hell no.

What the fuck do you want?

What, I can't visit my old mate?

Rekindle the unbreakable bonds of brothers-in-arms?

- Nope. - Come on, M.M.

Bring it in.

If it's all the same, let's cut the small talk.

All you're gonna do is lie and say how you're doing fine,

and I'm gonna lie and pretend like I'm happy to see you.

Why are you here?

All right.

How'd you like to come back, have another go?

Mm-mm. No, sir. Keep it to yourself.

I don't want to know nothing about nothing.

I'm a happy man now. Life is good,

- Monique is back, we're good, just... - Yeah? How is Monique?

Spits on the ground every time your name comes up.

I can't do that to her again, man.

Not to mention, I'm actually making progress with these boys.

Yeah, so I can see.

Don't make me come out there!

Well, this is God's work.

I can't argue with that. But a man of your talents?

- Wasted here. - Look, Butcher,

we were into some bad shit, man.

Even before the Mallory stuff. And that, that was...

If I'm gonna make a difference,

I just feel more comfortable doing it on a smaller scale.

I'm a motherfucker with a heart.

Whereas you?

You're just a motherfucker.

Funny you should mention making a difference...

because we just dusted a Supe.

Bullshit.

Translucent.

What the—?

Well, come on, you lime-sucking smart-ass.

How the hell did you do it?

Well...

Big lump of C-4, packed right up his fudger.

Boom, claret everywhere, fucking diabolical.

But before the fireworks, he coughed up a solid lead.

Spilled the beans in a big way.

Now, we play this right,

we could shake up the whole hornets' nest,

bring down Seven and Vought at the same time.

Mm-hm.

You mean do Homelander?

This is about Becca, isn't it?

It's always about Becca with you.

Oh, you ain't got your reasons?

It'll be different this go, all right?

None of that "secrets and lies" bollocks.

And that Mallory shit ain't gonna happen this time.

I swear to God.

Are you bringing Frenchie back?

Because I can't work with that motherfucker.

Frenchie? No, I ain't seen him in years.

M.M., you're the only bloke I can trust.

Since when have you ever trusted anybody?

Oh, fuck.

Senator Calhoun, you've gone on the record

- against superheroes in the military. - Who's a good boy?

- Why change your tune? - No one's changing their tune.

It's just I realised that it's an issue that affects all Americans.

- It shouldn't be decided... - Can't you make it stop?

- ... by a few congressmen. - He's not crying.

- The bill needs to go to the floor. - Oh, okay.

Oh. Oh, no. We can't have that...

You know, I heard Translucent's tracking chip went dead.

- Yeah? - He could be hurt.

Heh. How?

He's got diamond skin.

He's gonna be fine.

My guys are on it.

All right, I forgot to give you these. Here.

What is it?

Those are your new talking points.

Now that the military bill is out of committee,

Corporate wants to sell the shit out of it.

Yes. They do. Ha, ha. Mm.

Hey. You remember when you wanted me in the red cape

and I said, "No. No, no, no.

Make it the flag"? Remember that?

- Uh-huh. - Yeah. I don't need these.

Okay?

I can sell my way into the military. Thank you.

You take care of your baby, and I'll take care of mine.

Mr Edgar wrote those personally.

So if you want to go to 82 and take it up with him,

be my guest.

Oh. Oh, yes. Oh, you're a happy boy now, huh?

Are you a happy boy?

A rental, you cheap bastard?

Who do you think I am, some double-O wanker?

In case you hadn't noticed, we ain't exactly rolling in it.

And you don't think this is conspicuous?

Conspicuous? No, I don't think it's conspicuous. I think a big black van

with fucking "Flowers" on the side is conspicuous.

This is just another truck on the street.

Bang on time.

Uh, hi. Hughie.

Oh. Smelly motherfucker.

- Who is this? - You'll give the game away!

- Not until this frog gets what's coming. - Only thing that is coming

- is me on your mother's titties! - Let me through at him!

We had an agreement about him.

We agreed to put a pin in it.

- What agreement? - I don't trust this French whore.

I am more American than you, you racist piece of shit!

- Why are they fighting? - It is water under the bridge.

You tell that to Mallory's grandkids.

Tell them it's water under the bridge.

- That wasn't my fault. - Who is Mallory?

All right, the both of you, knock it on the head, now!

♪ Never gonna give you up ♪

♪ Never gonna let you down ♪

♪ Never gonna run around... ♪

Shit!

♪ Never gonna make you cry ♪

♪ Never gonna say goodbye ♪

♪ Never gonna tell a lie— ♪♪

Hey, Monique.

How you doing, baby?

Oh, I forgot to marinade the tilapia.

I am so sorry, sweetheart.

Okay, how about this?

How about, on my way home from work,

I stop by DeLuca's, pick up two fat tenderloins,

some portobello mushrooms, that pinot that you love so much.

Yeah, baby.

Okay, I gotta go.

All right, sweetheart.

Yeah. Me, too.

Baby, I just—

You're right, you're right.

I love you, too.

Okay. Bye.

Fuck all of y'all, okay?

All right. All right.

Listen, you two nobbers kiss and make up, yeah?

We got a fucking job to do.

Fuck it. Dégage, huh?

Get out of here.

- Who's this guy? - The new lad. Hughie.

Hughie, Mother's Milk.

That's a nickname?

No, my mother actually named me Mother's Milk.

- Did she? - So we got a French whore

and a Stephen fucking Hawking.

Great job, Butcher.

It was Stephen fucking Hawking who dusted the Supe.

She's home.

That's Popclaw, right? A-Train's girlfriend?

Oh, Popclaw. Hi.

Uh, you know the rent?

- It was due last week. - Right. Of course.

You think her and A-Train are...?

- Yeah, playing Bury the Bishop. - Didn't hear nothing about it.

According to Translucent, A-Train knows this bird inside out.

- I'll drop the cheque off ASAP. - Okay.

- Yeah. - Mm-hm. Okay.

All right. Let's get the bugs sorted, see for ourselves.

Where'd you get this shit, Circuit City?

Right? He's a cheap bastard.

You know, we don't actually need to sneak in anything.

- Eh? - Look, all I need's her IPv6 number.

Every desktop, every smart TV in the house has a camera on it.

They probably have one in every room.

- Even in the toilet? - No, Frenchie, not in the toilet.

Look, I just need five minutes inside.

I mean, home service is my speciality.

Hello, ma'am, we're with Bryman Audio-Visual.

We got the new router. I'm...

This is— Is Hughie.

I'm Gary.

- I didn't make an appointment. - Oh, well, your manager did.

- He's upgrading the whole building. - I just saw my landlord. He didn't mention it.

I've got a work order right here, ma'am.

Only takes a second.

And we can get you all the way up to a thousand Mbps.

That's a lot.

Okay. Come on in.

The computer's right over here if you need it.

Uh, yeah. I just need to sign on to your server in order to download the service package.

- Yeah, sure. - I have a confession.

We're really big fans. I mean,

Terminal Beauty 3?

Whew. Damn.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, that one really came together.

Let me know if you guys need anything else.

Thank you.

You gonna eye-fuck that all day?

Let's go.

Hmm.

What is it?

Nothing.

This kid is full of surprises.

Okay, ma'am, all done.

- Thank you, guys. - Thank you.

Get your John Hancock?

- Oh, sure. - Thank you.

Ooh.

Excuse me, bud.

What, you want a autograph or something?

Haven't we met before?

Maybe.

I meet a ton of people.

Come on, man. My meter's running out.

Let's go. Let's get out of here.

- Excuse us, brother. - Yeah.

You trying to get us killed?

♪ Hunh! ♪

Yeah.

I'll be right there.

Look, Translucent's probably just lurking

around a gynaecologist's office or something.

For two days? Come on.

I don't get it. Why is no one concerned about this?

Because if people find out one of the Seven is missing, they panic.

Besides, you can't fucking stand Translucent.

- Give them hell, Homelander! - Yeah, you bet, pal.

Of course. But if something's happened to him,

then that's a direct attack on the Seven,

which is a direct attack on me.

You've managed to make this about you in less than 20 seconds flat.

I'm not the one who's down a point and a half.

So I think what you mean to say is, "Thanks, Homelander,

for showing up out of the blue and bringing the extra press to my collar."

Homelander. Maeve.

Captain, you guys are the real heroes.

- We're just glad we can help, right? - Right.

- Where's your shooter? - Shooter's on 31.

All right. Sit tight.

Elevators?

I'm just saying, a missing team member

is more important than A-Train's insipid race.

Mr Edgar wants us both at the race

to roll out his new talking points. You know this.

I've x-rayed Edgar, you know.

He is this close to a coronary.

He's got blood like engine oil.

And Stillwell, with that mewling baby... It's ridiculous.

They're just people.

But they snap their fingers and we jump.

Why? Why do we do that?

Because they sign our cheques.

Can we just cut to the part where you show up to the race anyway?

See, that's why I love you.

You're the only one who tells me the truth.

Mm-mm.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

It's all over. Shh, shh, shh.

It's all over now.

There you go.

Goddamn it.

That was my collar.

It still is.

Yeah, well, I can't walk him on The Today Show like that.

Ha, ha. No, that's true.

- I got excited. I'm sorry. - I'm sure you are.

You know the drill.

He shot at us first.

Attagirl.

- The things I let you do to me. - Yeah.

We're not even dating anymore.

Fuck.

Want me to do the thing?

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Okay.

That's a good boy.

Oh, stop. Stop, stop.

Tickles. Tickling.

What's the problem?

Shockwave's the problem.

What if I lose?

You're not gonna lose.

- You're the fastest man alive. - Until I'm not.

You know what Stillwell told me?

If I don't win, I'm out.

Nobody wants the second-fastest man in the Seven.

Babe.

Compound V. Where'd you put it?

Oh, you sure, babe? I mean, that stuff,

it amps you up something fierce.

Remember last time?

Last time's not gonna happen again.

I'm under control.

You ran through a girl, baby.

That's not what I would call "control."

That shit's a slippery slope.

Take it from me.

No, I... I need it.

Honey, I'll still love you even if you lose.

How is that supposed to help me right now?

I have to win this thing.

I don't want to be some washed-up B-squader.

Like me?

No, not like... That's...

I gotta go.

Why don't you just tell me where the V is, please?

I'll come back to see you tomorrow after the race.

What are you talking about?

I've been meaning to tell you.

Are you kidding me?

I have been getting my hair done, threading my eyebrows,

waxing my body like a plucked chicken,

so that we could finally stand up there together tomorrow

in front of the world as a couple.

I mean, it was all cleared with Stillwell and everything.

Um...

You did clear it with Stillwell?

Look, our time is gonna come, I promise,

but I gotta get my leverage back first.

Where's the V?

What the hell is Compound V?

Sounds like some kind of performance enhancer.

- Steroids for Supes? - Yeah. Well, whatever it was,

he was juiced on it when he murdered Robin.

What are you grinning at?

Oh, I don't know, mate.

Maybe it's because the Seven might just be a squad

of manky 'roid heads.

Now, this is exactly the kind of malfeasance that Langley

is gonna eat up by the spoonful.

Not until we're sure it does what we think it does.

If we get a bit, can you work it out?

I can run some tests, of course.

But there's no way of knowing unless I try some myself.

Amazing idea.

We'll cross that bridge when we burn it.

First of all...

we gotta get some.

Here's your cover.

You're a mild-mannered reporter.

So, uh...

Butcher tells me he met you, what, a few days ago?

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds right.

I don't know. I've kind of lost track of time.

Talk about a baptism of fire.

I'll mic you up here.

So, Translucent, huh?

How the fuck did you pull that off?

I don't know. Just lucky, I guess.

Still. Must have been scary.

You wanna know what's really messed up?

Is, uh...

in some ways...

just right in that moment, it...

felt kind of good.

It's written all over your face, Hughie.

What? How can you tell?

Because I know how this job makes me feel.

When I had the detonator in my hand, I felt, like, a...

I felt, like, a rush.

I get it.

- Like I felt alive. - But that rush, Hughie,

is no different than the shit A-Train shoots up.

Everything comes with a price.

The last thing I ever said to Robin...

was "Don't you ever besmirch Billy Joel."

That was the last thing that she heard before she burst into pieces.

I'll pay it.

This is the Race of the Century.

This is our legacy and our future.

Athletes achieving at the highest level.

This is what we've waited for, the showdown.

These men are extremely powerful and very, very quick.

The Train is ready to leave the station.

He reaches speeds in excess of 1,000 miles per hour.

♪ I'll put his blood in my veins ♪

♪ Ring the alarms Right until my very last breath ♪

♪ Nothin' less, yes The best, givin' it my all ♪♪

- All right, champ. - Hmm.

You got this?

- Yeah. - Hey...

Ma is looking down on us both right now.

Putting that wind at your back.

Now, you got this?

- I got this. I got this. Yeah. - That's what I'm talking about!

I'm tired of the red tape and the deep-state bureaucrats.

Ravishing as ever, my sweet.

Hey, who's ready to see a race, huh?

Let's hear it for my boy A-Train.

♪ ... gleaming ♪

♪ Whose broad stripes... ♪

Thank you for coming. It was nice to meet you.

♪ ... through the perilous night ♪♪

Aren't you cute?