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[المذيع] في عالم يسوده الفوضى، هناك أشياء لا تتغير أبداً...

[مشوّه] أن الخير سينتصر دائماً...

ابتعد عني وإلا سأطلق عليك شعاع ليزر، اللعنة!

[مشوّه] ...أن الحب ينتصر على كل شيء...

أنا والدك، وليس هو.

- ريان! - [مشوّه] ...وهؤلاء الأبطال

سوف يستجيب لنداء الحماية...

- [يصرخ] - [يصدر أنيناً]

- [أنين] - [صراخ]

أريد أن أقلب إيه-ترين. إنه هناك.

إنه جاهز.

[إيه-ترين] عندما حملتُك إلى غرفة الطوارئ، شعرتُ بتحسن.

أكثر من أي شيء فعلته في شركة فوغت.

[الجزار] إجابة جميع دعواتنا.

فيروس يقتل الأبطال الخارقين.

[فرينشي] يبدو أن أحدهم كان يجري اختبارات.

- [يلهث] - [سمير] لصنع الفيروس

قوي بما يكفي لقتل هوملاندر

سيتطور الأمر إلى شيء شديد الفتك.

[كيسلر] جائحة عالمية لعينة.

ما الضرر في وقوع إبادة جماعية صغيرة بين الأصدقاء؟

ارحل ودعني أموت بسلام، أرجوك؟

- فريق السبعة يزداد قوة. - [هتافات]

صفقوا بحرارة لأغنية "فايركراكر"!

أنا لست منجذباً إليك جنسياً.

الأمر يتعلق بالولاء.

- [يُصدر صوت شهقة] - [يُصدر صوت مفرقعة نارية] سأفعل أي شيء من أجلك.

والأخت سيج!

[إيه-ترين] إنها أذكى شخص في العالم.

فاشي!

سيقوم الناس بتمزيقه بأنفسهم.

ثم يحين دورك للتدخل...

- مثل قيصر. - مثل قيصر.

[هوملاندر] بمجرد أن يتولى منصبه،

نحن بحاجة إلى تفعيل التعديل الخامس والعشرين.

من المسؤول عن كل هذا؟

- أنا كذلك بحق الجحيم. - [هيو] عندما كان هوملاندر

يلقي بجميع أعضاء فريق ستارلايترز في معسكرات الاعتقال،

هل أنت موافق على ذلك؟

لم تكن تعلم بأمر المخيمات.

ستساعدنا في القضاء على شركة فوت وهوملاندر.

لا صفقات.

[صراخ]

كان نيومان سيصبح كبش فداء.

لذا سلكت طريقاً آخر.

رئيس مجلس النواب كالهون.

هو المرشح التالي لتولي منصب الرئيس.

يرغب في أن يعلن ولاءه لك.

[هوملاندر] الآن وقد أصبح لدينا السلطة القانونية الكاملة...

- لا! - ...جيش حقيقي من الأبطال الخارقين

سيتم استدعاؤه

لطرد هؤلاء الخونة من حكومتنا ومن شوارعنا.

ستعود أمريكا آمنة مرة أخرى.

وإلى مُضيء النجوم،

سأنتقم منك. لأن اليوم

يبدأ عصر جديد للأبطال الخارقين.

- [كالهون] كنت أول من اتصلت به. - [هوملاندر] يجب أن تكون

هل تمزح معي؟ طوال هذا الوقت.

[صوت صفير الغلاية]

[أقدام تدق الأرض بإيقاع منتظم]

[عزف "ترنيمة معركة الجمهورية"]

- [هتافات] - أجل! هوو!

[الجمهور] أمريكا! أمريكا! أمريكا!

أمريكا! أمريكا! أمريكا! أمريكا!

شكراً لكم. - الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية!

- شكراً! - [تتوقف الموسيقى]

شكراً لكم، أهلاً وسهلاً بكم

إلى الاجتماع السنوي للمساهمين في شركة فوغت الدولية.

[هتاف]

[ثرثرة خفيفة]

[مدير المسرح] حسناً. أعطني ألعابي النارية.

هذه هي الأماكن يا سيدات، الأماكن.

هيا بنا، هيا بنا.

هيا بنا. لننطلق. هيا بنا.

التزموا بالنظام. حافظوا على تماسككم.

فهمت. لقد جعلتهم يتجهون إلى الأجنحة الآن.

في الصف الأمامي، أنت على علامات المسامير.

الصف الثاني، خلفهم مباشرة.

- [موسيقى غامضة تُعزف] - [يستمر مدير المسرح في الكلام بشكل غير واضح]

[تفاعل الجمهور من مسافة بعيدة]

[هوملاندر] لم يكن ذلك منذ وقت طويل

كنا تائهين في الظلام.

نجومٌ تجوب البرية.

ستارلايت نفسها في موجة قتل وحشية.

لكننا قلنا لا.

قلنا: "كفى".

قلنا: "ليس في أمريكا".

وحلّقنا معاً

إلى فجر ذهبي جديد!

[هتاف]

[موسيقى غامضة تُعزف]

[صوت صرير الباب]

[هوملاندر] أبطالنا الخارقون هم الآن ضباط إنفاذ القانون الأعلى رتبة...

يستمر في التقدم.

قف!

أطلقنا اسم "ستارلايترز"

- منظمة إرهابية. - [هتافات]

أبطال آخرون يخدمون بكل فخر في القوات المسلحة

شكراً لرئيس هيئة الأركان المشتركة الجديد، الجنرال مايهيم!

- [أنين] - صافي الدخل

ارتفع بنسبة 21%.

- [أصوات أنين] - رجال الحكومة:

حقق فيلم "أيام ماضية من المستقبل" إيرادات تجاوزت

ملياران. - [صوت أنين]

ولا داعي للخوض في هوامش الأرباح قبل الفوائد والضرائب والإهلاك والاستهلاك.

- [أنين] - لكن كل هذا

يتضاءل مقارنةً بالأكثر

حقيقة مهمة،

هذا هو

أكثر أمانًا،

أمة أكثر تقوى على الله!

- [فرقعة] - [هتافات وتصفيق]

- أمتنا! - [هتافات]

- نعم! - [يصدر أصواتاً]

نعم!

رغم كل ما حاولت تلك الحقيرة الصغيرة ستارلايت فعله

- على حدودنا الجنوبية... - [سبنسر] فهمت!

...ألا يوجد عمق لما يفعله ذلك الصغير؟

هوملاندر والملكة مايف...

يا إلهي، إنهم يرحلون عنا.

- [مايف] خذ هذين الاثنين! - [هوملاندر] مهلاً، لا.

- [مايف] هذان الاثنان فقط! أرجوكم! - [هوملاندر] لا!

ماذا؟ حتى يخبروا العالم أننا تركنا البقية ليموتوا؟

[مايف] هيا!

[هوملاندر] لا يا مايف. لا. ابقي في الخلف.

جميعكم، ابقوا في الخلف!

ابقَ بعيدًا أيها اللعين

وإلا سأستخدم الليزر ضدك، اللعنة!

سأقضي على كل واحد منكم بالليزر!

[أصوات تنبيه]

[موسيقى وترية متوترة]

[رنين حاد]

[أحد الحضور يُصفّي صوته]

كانت هذه حملة تضليل إعلامي من صنع الذكاء الاصطناعي، لا غير.

والشعب الأمريكي لديه الحس السليم لكشف الكذب عندما يراه--

[هوملاندر] ابتعد! وإلا سأطلق عليك الليزر

- كل واحد منكم اللعين! - [موسيقى راقصة]

[echoing] ♪ ابقَ بعيدًا ♪

سأستخدم الليزر على كل شيء ♪

سيداتي وسادتي،

نائب رئيس الولايات المتحدة.

يوم عصيب.

يوم حزين.

عندما يتعرض مواطن أمريكي عظيم مثل هوملاندر للهجوم بالأكاذيب.

هذا الفيديو المزعوم للرحلة 37 هو فيديو مزيف واضح بتقنية التزييف العميق

صادر عن ماركسيين ستارلايترز.

- لنفتحها. - [صخب]

كريس هايز.

نائبة الرئيس باريت--

انظر يا كريس،

أعرف تماماً ما تفكر فيه. حرفياً.

ولا، ليس لمجرد أنني أمريكي ذو قدرات فائقة

لا يؤثر ذلك على موضوعيتي أو ولائي للولايات المتحدة الأمريكية.

هذا هو بالضبط نوع السؤال الذي ينم عن رهاب شديد

هذا ما أبقاني حبيساً في الخزانة لفترة طويلة.

بصدق،

هل يمكن تحقيق نتائج أفضل؟

ماذا عن ما يسمى بمعسكرات الحرية؟

بالنسبة للمعارضين من جماعة ستارلايتر؟

المزيد من العناوين المثيرة لجذب النقرات.

أعني، من منا لا يحب الحرية؟

- والمخيم؟ - [سيج] كنا نعلم

سيحدث هذا عاجلاً أم آجلاً.

لقد كنا مستعدين.

في آخر 24 ساعة،

لقد أغرقنا المنطقة بكمية هائلة من المعلومات المضللة،

لا يستطيع الناس التمييز بين بظرهم وعظمة الترقوة.

انخفض سعر السهم بمقدار نصف نقطة فقط.

إلى جانب ذلك، فإن الضرر ضئيل.

ما هذا؟

هذه نسخة من إنجيل غوتنبرغ.

باعها لي مارتن شكريلي بسعر مخفض.

أنت حقاً في قمة السعادة، أليس كذلك؟

بيتر ثيل،

عائلة أوباما تتصل بك لطلب النصيحة.

الجميع يحبك.

لا يمكنك أن تعتقد حقاً أنني أهتم.

ربما لم تكن معتادًا على ذلك.

كل هذا من أجلك.

كلما ارتفع سعر السهم، زادت سعادة المليارديرات.

كلما زادت قدرتك على فعل ما يحلو لك.

هل تعلم أن شبكة NNC تصفني بالقاتل؟

ربما...

...بل فعلت شيئاً ما لـ...

...ابني.

لا. الجميع يعلم أن رايان هو--

[يتنهد]

معذرةً. إنه في مدرسة داخلية.

في سفالبارد.

لا تزال تلك القصة قائمة.

- [يضحك] نحن بخير. - مم.

وماذا عنك يا سيج؟

أنت...

- ...جيد؟ - أنا بخير.

ألا تشعر بأي تشتت على الإطلاق؟

بعد أن تركك توماس غودولكين.

أنت لا تخدر ألم القلب

عن طريق طعن دماغك؟

- لا. - أخبرني إذن.

كيف دخلت ستارلايت إلى المبنى؟

[يرتجف، ثم يزفر]

لقد تعرضت للإهانة!

وكأن الناس لا يكرهونني بما فيه الكفاية!

أرقامك أعلى من 96.

بالتأكيد، يمكن لأي شخص أن يبتسم أمام القائمين على استطلاعات الرأي.

لكن الملايين منهم ما زالوا من رواد النجوم في قلوبهم.

حيثما يكون الأمر مهماً.

هل رأيت الصور الساخرة؟

هل رأيتم الصور الساخرة عني؟

نشرها...

ينبغي أن يكون ذلك جريمة.

نعم. لكن لا يمكننا الذهاب...

أوه، أنت جاد.

أجل، سيدي. [يضحك]

الصراع المستمر مفيد لنا.

- هذا يُبقي الناس خائفين. - اصمت.

- وهذا بالضبط ما كنا نفعله - - لا، لا، لا، لا، لا، لا!

لقد وعدتني بقيصر.

طُعن على يد أصدقائه المقربين.

أجل، حسناً، أستطيع أن أتفهم ذلك.

لكنني أحتاج إلى أشخاص مخلصين.

لي.

هل لي أن أتحدث بحرية؟

جربها.

قلت لك، مهما بلغت قوتك،

لن يجعلك ذلك سعيداً.

هل تعرف ما الذي سيجعلني سعيداً؟

أعتقد أنني سأكون سعيدًا عندما يضيء ضوء النجوم

وويليام بوتشر جثث هامدة.

[يشم]

أريد تسريبها

أي خلال ثلاثة أيام،

سنقوم بإعدام هيو كامبل، ميلك،

و...

F- فرنسي واحد.

سيؤدي ذلك إلى ظهور ستارلايت وبوتشر.

وبعد ذلك سأتولى أمر هذا الأمر.

مرة واحدة وإلى الأبد.

[يستنشق بقوة] اعتبر الأمر منجزاً يا سيدي.

[موسيقى حماسية]

[ثرثرة غير واضحة]

[♪ تغني أغنية "Hygiaphone" عبر الهاتف]

♪ ♪

[يغني بالفرنسية]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[أصوات تأوه]

♪ ♪

هل تمانع في توخي المزيد من الحذر؟

آسف.

شكراً لك يا هيوي الصغير.

شكرًا لك.

أيضًا،

حكايات عن مغامرات آني.

يتمتع.

[يشم]

- [صراخ السجناء] - [هبوط القنابل]

[أنين]

[أنين]

- [هبوط عنيف] - [صراخ السجناء]

ضعها على صديقي.

[أنين]

[يصرخ]

[أنين]

[هتاف]

[سعال المقاتل]

لويس.

المشروب.

[بهدوء] أخرجت آني فيديو الرحلة 37.

- همم. - [صراخ من بعيد]

"هاه"؟

هذا كل ما لديك لتقوله؟

- [صراخ من بعيد] - [هبوط مفاجئ]

[رجل يبكي]

- [أصوات أنين] - [بكاء]

لا!

- [أنين] - [لهاث]

[موسيقى حماسية]

[يضحك]

[أصوات تأوه]

♪ ♪

[طرق]

مرحباً يا أبي.

بيلي.

[يُغلق الباب]

أنت رجل مطلوب للعدالة.

ما الذي تفعله هنا؟

في فترة توقف قصيرة.

فكرت أن ألقي نظرة خاطفة،

سلّم على ليني وأمي.

دليل على عدم وجود إله، أليس كذلك؟

لقد ماتت،

وها أنت ذا،

التعايش مع سرطان الشرج.

مم.

هل تشعر بألم عند التبرز؟

أتمنى ذلك بشدة.

لم أكن أعرف كيف أتواصل معك بخصوص الجنازة.

لاحظت وجود مكان فارغ بجانبهم في فناء الكنيسة.

أنت لا تعتقد أن هذا هو المكان الذي ستذهب إليه، أليس كذلك؟

لقد دفعت ثمنه.

أشخاص مثلك ومثلي

لن يحظى المرء بفرصة قضاء الأبدية مع أمثالهم.

هل هذا هو سبب مجيئك إلى هنا؟

تعذيب رجل عجوز، أليس كذلك؟

أين وجدت ذلك؟

في العلية.

ذكرني به.

خمسة أسابيع كاملة تدرب ليني على خدعة الحلقات تلك.

ما زلت أتذكر نظرة وجهه عندما فاز.

أنا سعيد للغاية.

ثم عاد إلى المنزل.

وقد وصفته بالمثلي الصغير.

حسنًا...

لم ينظر إلى هذا مرة أخرى، أليس كذلك؟

لماذا أنت هنا؟

هاه؟

[موسيقى حزينة تُعزف]

لا داعي للغضب.

أوه، أنا لست غاضباً.

أنا ممتن للغاية.

في كل المرات التي ضربتني فيها ضرباً مبرحاً،

أعطاني الحزام أو أي شيء آخر...

...جعلني ما أنا عليه.

لقد جعلتني مثلك تماماً.

سأريك.

يا بني، من فضلك.

أنا أعرف.

لم يتبق لي الكثير من الوقت.

[يضحك] مضيعة للوقت.

- مم. - أعرف.

لكن هذا سيُضحكني بشدة

فقط لأسمع صراخك.

هو - هي...

لن يغير ذلك شيئاً.

من قال...

أريد أن أتغير؟

[يبكي]

[أنين]

[ثرثرة خفيفة]

ما بك؟

- ماذا؟ - قلبك يدق بشدة.

[نبضات قلب سريعة]

هل أنت خائف؟

لا، أنا أحب التواجد في العمل.

- إنه، اممم... إنه مثير. - بدرجة حرارة الغرفة، كما تحب.

[نبضات قلب سريعة]

أتمنى لكم عرضاً موفقاً.

[يرن الجرس]

أريد تناول وجبة الساعة الثامنة في مطعم جان جورج.

أخبرهم أنها لي.

انقل مقابلة إيلون إلى يوم الخميس.

وقل لجيري إني قلت له: "اذهب إلى الجحيم".

إذا كان يريد تقليص الميزانية، فماذا عن استهداف برنامج تلفزيوني؟

أليست هذه أكبر أغانيه الناجحة؟

[يستنشق بعمق]

[يُزفر]

أهلاً بك يا رئيس.

تبدو أنيقاً للغاية اليوم.

حياتي كلها

وقد كرست جهودها لإنقاذ هؤلاء الناس.

ومع ذلك فإن قلوبهم تخفق مثل...

أرانب لعينة.

لماذا؟

ما الذي يخفونه؟

أوه، إنهم لا يخفون شيئاً.

إنهم ينظرون إليك بإعجاب، هذا كل ما في الأمر.

[نبضات قلب غير منتظمة]

[أنين]

وفي هذه الأثناء، ينبض قلبك بشدة وكأنه مصنوع من لحم الخنزير والسجائر.

سيدي، أنا آسف للغاية.

أريد أن أصنع الحليب، حقاً، أكثر من أي شيء آخر، لكن...

...هذه الحبوب أثرت على قلبي بشكل فظيع.

[يرتجف]

كانوا يقتلونني.

كيف تمكنت من ضبطهم متلبسين؟

بدأ أعداؤنا باستخدام أحدث التقنيات المتطورة.

- مم. - مثل "الذكاء الاصطناعي".

وهذا يعني "الذكاء الاصطناعي".

So Starlight did use that dang-fangled AI.

First she went and deepfaked

- Thomas Godolkin himself. - [chuckling]

Yeah, but did anyone actually believe that?

I mean, how stupid does she think we all are?

To cover up her slaughter

of innocent young heroes at God U.

Then she went and AI'd this so-called

Flight 37 video. [laughs]

Oh, that's sloppy work.

If we freeze it.

Here. Yeah.

[Firecracker laughs]

I mean, last I checked, I do not have seven fingers

- on one hand. - Now,

isn't that what they refer to as the uncanny valley?

Yes, it is.

- [engines rumbling in distance] - [indistinct shouting]

[siren wailing in distance]

[inhales]

Those smell amazing.

Someone I love very much taught me how to make them.

[creaking]

[dogs barking]

[tense music playing]

Take these to your Mom, OK?

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[leaves rustling in wind]

- [grunting] - [shattering]

[grunting]

Oi.

[grunts] Knock it off.

I ain't here for you, you dozy bint.

They're after Frenchie.

Vought's gonna do him,

Hughie, and M in 72 hours.

[lighter flicks]

Look,

I know you don't trust me.

But Frenchie's a dead man.

We ain't got time to fuck about.

I got a CIA Gulfstream

gassing up at Plaridel.

Wheels up in an hour.

- [cheery melody plays] - [announcer] Smile, campers.

It's a new day and a new chance

to learn the true meaning of freedom.

Ivy, you can't talk like that.

Hughie, none of the FBSA people are ever getting out.

It's hopeless.

Look, I should be the last guy who has any hope.

I've been strangled by Ezekiel, I've been hunted by Noir,

chased by sharks, inside of a whale,

shot at by Russians, almost blown up at Herogasm

and lasered at Vought on Ice.

Look, the point is...

Oh, and one time, I had to sit naked on a chocolate cake.

It's a long story. The point is,

by all sane logic, I should be dead

or crazy or both.

Then, why aren't you?

'Cause if you lose hope in here, you're not gonna make it.

[guard] Hey, get down!

- [prisoner] Fuck you! - Jesus.

Hey! Get down!

Get the fuck down.

- [prisoner] I said, "Fuck you!" - Come down right now.

[Hughie] Hey! Hey!

- [people screaming] - Jesus!

[guard] Stay in line!

- Do not move! - [atmospheric music playing]

[guard] Get inside!

[Hughie] See?

He gave up.

What about you?

[prisoner] For God's sakes...

[sighs]

[buzzer sounds]

[Deep] Bitches like Starlight make you weak.

That's why I cut out all women.

No love, no sex, no problems.

And literally, bro?

I have never felt manlier.

Think about this. Okay.

Romance, flowers,

cuddling, kissing.

That's beta male shit, bro.

That's super gay.

Noir, am I right?

[soundboard voice] P-P-P-Preach!

Yes. And you know what?

As for Starlight's little AI video stunt she did?

Whatever that baby-murdering three-out-of-ten

thought she was gonna do, it didn't work.

[Butcher] Oh, bollocks.

Half a bottle of rum and you're a solid five-out-of-ten any day of the week.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Kimiko?

[laughs]

Oh, wow. Your skin is so oily, like hugging a McRib.

Wait, did you... did you just...

How?

Fucking speech therapy and fucking therapy therapy

and so much fucking TikTok.

Well, you sure sound like you're on TikTok.

16-hour flight and not a fuckin' peep.

'Cause all you say is, "Oi, oi, oi, cunt, cunt, cunt."

I liked her better with her mouth shut.

- Where have you been? - [Kimiko] Vought got tired of me

ripping off their guards' faces, so they deported me to Manila.

I tried to sneak back once, in the wheel well of a 747,

but I fell out at 10,000 feet.

Oh, man, that took a hot minute to regrow.

They found my asshole, like, a mile away.

- How did you find me? - [Butcher] Oh,

ways and means, luv.

- How many men you down? - How many does it look like?

Hmm.

It's all right, luv.

Nothing to be scared of.

I've seen what your chest full of murder dicks can do.

So, are you still dying, hopefully?

No, hearty and hale.

See, that's the mistake most people make, they try to fight the cancer.

- Hmm. - Nice one, putting Flight 37 out there.

Was it? It didn't move the needle an inch.

Oh, course it did.

Homelander's fuming.

He's gonna execute Hughie, Frenchie,

and M in about 36 hours.

Course, it's a trap.

The question is what else are we gonna do 'sides walk into it?

Why haven't you tried to spring them before?

Mm.

You want Frenchie.

You're still working on the virus, and you want his help.

The virus that'll kill Annie and me and you now?

And Homelander.

[dark music playing]

Now, you gonna help us save the Boys or not?

Saw the signal.

So, we're doing broad daylight now?

[Mother's Milk] We...

are getting executed.

- What? - C'est vrai.

In 36 hours, we...

They're finally fucking doing it. They're trying to draw out Annie.

The question du jour is, why now?

[toilet flushes]

[whispers] The Flight 37 video.

[Mother's Milk] "Eye for an eye" type shit.

They lure Annie and whoever she brings with her in, and then they do her in.

Fuck that. We're getting out of here first.

[laughs]

[Hughie] We're gonna need a lot more Molotovs,

so let's get going.

- [Annie sighs] - [Kimiko] How did you get these?

Flyby. I took it myself.

Wait, you've known where the guys are this whole time?

That makes me feel angry and want to tit-slap you, but then hug you.

So, how come you didn't spring them, then?

Honestly? They've been safer there.

It's this one.

[Butcher grumbles] Getting in won't be easy.

The perimeter's just open space.

- That's what I'm telling you. - I know a bloke.

I mean, he's a fucking worm, but he might be able to help.

But even if I can get us in, how the fuck we gonna get out?

Leave that to me.

I have someone we can call.

All right, then.

[whimsical music playing]

You like croissants?

Uh, doy. Why?

[panicked chatter over video]

[Maeve] Take these two.

- [Homelander] No, no. - Just these two. Please.

- [Homelander] What? So they can tell... - [Deep] Homelander?

- [door closes] - Hey, you wanted to see us?

Or should we come back?

[Homelander] No, Maeve. No. You stay back.

All of you, stay back. You stay the fuck back...

Can you believe the gall?

Cooking up these lies about me?

Tarnishing my good name

with fake garbage?

Right.

Oh, right. Yes. Totally, sir. I know.

Starlight.

Spewing this filth.

What a fucking lightweight.

I mean, what can she even do,

besides flash her little high beams at you?

[exhales] Am I right?

- Always, sir. - So, then,

why'd you let her get away?

Don't you look at him like that.

- Where the fuck were you? - I was there.

Keeping eyes on the, on the other side of the stage.

Right?

- Bro. - [sighs] It's been a year.

A full lap of the sun.

And you haven't found A-Train.

Or Butcher.

Or Starlight.

[laughs] It's almost as if you're fucking up on purpose.

I mean, I know you're not. That would be suicidal.

[gasps]

You know... [exhales]

...I had a good chat with Gavin, our stage manager.

And... and it turns out,

he betrayed me.

He liked a couple of Starlight posts in the past.

And a horrible meme about me.

It really makes me wonder,

who else is a traitor hiding in plain sight?

Sir, you can check my history. I've never liked one of her shitty posts.

Here, just check it. Look.

That won't be necessary, but, gentlemen...

[dark music playing]

...do your fucking jobs.

Yes, sir.

[door opens]

- [sighs] - [door closes]

♪ ♪

Bro, what the hell? You could have had my back in there.

[sighs] Bro, you're not the real Noir.

Okay? You can talk.

Look, I get Method. Okay? I fuck with Stella Adler.

I just shot Honey Boy 2 with Shia. We literally never broke character.

Hey. But enough's enough.

Bro!

- I always thought I'd stay single. - [Firecracker] Mm-hmm.

But you know what they say. How do you make God laugh?

- Make a plan. - [laughs] Ain't that the truth?

So, there I was at the National Prayer Breakfast,

and I look across the table, and it was...

[laughs softly]

It was like the Lord smiled upon us.

Talk about a match made in heaven.

- Amen. - Amen.

Oh Father himself.

Head pastor, president and CEO of Samaritan's Embrace Ministries,

after Ezekiel's untimely murder.

- God rest his soul. - Amen.

You two are just a super-abled union for the ages.

We share the belief in a dream of a Christian nation.

Think that's why I fell for her so fast.

[both] For me, it was love...

- at first sight. Oh, come on, now. - ...at first sight. See, I knew

- he was gonna say that. - [laughter]

- Try marrying a mind reader. - Oh.

Powerful.

Now, how about we switch gears?

Like y'all's initiative to abolish D.E.I.?

Now, it's funny how those three little letters are all in "devil."

People don't need a handout.

It's racist to give people a leg up based on skin color.

- Isn't white a color, too? - [Sage] Let's cut.

Excuse me, but I'm the one who calls cut.

- Cut. - Sage.

My sister in Christ.

Um, no.

I don't believe in your magic sky ghost or his baby sky ghost.

I need the vice president.

Give us the room.

Fuck.

[Sage] How is married life?

The power of Christ compel you to fuck him?

Bitch, your hole still smells like Deep.

- The Great Barrier Queef. - [laughs]

Touchy. Hey, it's not my fault

the American people wouldn't accept a single cat lady as VP.

Maybe. But still, I don't see why I had to put Tigger down.

- It was the patriotic thing to do. - Can we hurry this along?

- I'm about to kill D.E.I. - Uh, not today, you're not.

He wants more Starlighters arrested.

But everyone who smashed a window

or held a can of spray paint is already at camp.

Now it's anyone who registered as a Starlighter

or posted defamatory things about Homelander.

Cyberterrorists are terrorists, too.

- True. True. - Mm-hmm.

It's just that we've already purged the CIA,

DOJ, FBI, FTC, CDC,

EPA, DHS, HHS and USPS,

we deported the nation's nannies and gardeners,

we arrested Chappell Roan and Tyler, the Creator

and they cancelled Coachella, but now

he wants to detain thousands of American citizens?

You know, I couldn't help but notice,

you registered "BarrettForPresident" dot com, net and org.

- It's exploratory. - You're a Supe.

We made you fucking vice president.

As long as you stay useful,

don't worry, everything'll come up Ashley.

Yeah. Good talk.

[dark music playing]

[exhales]

[Worm] "Reacher, massive,

enters the motel.

Woman: You're huge.

Reacher: You know what they say about huge guys.

They have huge cocks."

[knocking on door]

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Are you fucking crazy? Get in here. - Hello, Worm.

Yeah, hi. You're, like, America's literal most wanted.

Did anyone see you come in here?

- No. - A-Are you sure?

Because I did a deep dive on surveillance tech

for an SVU spec, and that shit is everywhere now.

Fucking hell, this is a bit of a step down from that brownstone you had, innit?

[Worm] Yeah, it's not my fault there was a contraction

in the TV business.

Listen, whatever you want, I...

I'm not interested.

[Butcher] Come off it, mate.

- You ain't even heard the pitch yet. - Pass.

Well told...

Whatever. Just fucking go.

Okay? You don't have anything on me anymore.

Well, I still got them creepy fucking texts you sent, don't I?

Miranda Cosgrove was 19 at the time.

And I don't even work there anymore.

Vought Studios replaced all their writers with AI.

And yes, the audience scores went way up on Rotty T's,

but it isn't art, okay?

It just isn't.

Uh-uh-uh.

You'll ruin your appetite.

That's right.

I came here for an ex-Supe with a certain set of skills.

I need us a tunnel dug.

You do that, and you can stick it to Vought for putting you out to pasture.

H-How does digging a tunnel fuck Vought?

You do the tunnel, I'll do the fucking.

Twenty miles out of Rochester.

- Be there. - Rochester?

Oh, Rochester's got that Honeoye soil.

Fucking delicious.

[door opens]

You need a shower. You smell like a Wingstop bathroom.

Uh, thanks?

Was that bad? Sorry.

Turns out, talking to people's hard.

[Annie] Took you long enough.

Slowing down in your old age?

[laughs] Fuck you, JonBenét.

You guys are friends?

You talk?

- Mm-hmm. - [drink pouring]

Reggie's been helping us out for a while.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

Where is everybody?

I heard about the Pittsburgh raid last month.

- Mm. - Go Marie Moreau. How's her team doing?

Yeah, they're scoring a few wins, but not nearly enough.

So, what's with the 911?

[Annie] Hughie, M.M. and Frenchie

are going to be executed tomorrow,

so we need your help to break them out.

Of a Vought prison camp?

- You're fucking crazy. - Listen, you don't have to fight, okay?

We just need you to run them to the extraction point.

- It's easy. - Easy. Right.

You know Homelander's gonna be waiting.

I can't.

[Annie] We know how to kill him, okay?

- But we need Frenchie to do it. - Great. Well,

good luck with that.

Hey, are you gonna keep running forever?

I mean, if we're gonna really take him out, we need your help.

So, what, I'm just supposed to join this little fucking Supergroup?

I mean, we are down one asshole, so...

yeah, maybe.

- No. - Why not?

I said I can't.

I know you're scared--

No, I'm not fucking scared.

I got a family to protect.

[sighs]

I can't.

I get it. I do.

Me, too.

Keep them safe.

- [sighs] We shouldn't have let him go. - No.

Homelander fucked him up.

Fucked me up, too.

We're gonna need an exit plan B.

All right, so we hit the east gate.

Oui, petit Hughie, when the guards change shift.

[Hughie] And we go at dawn.

- We've been through this. - [Hughie] I know.

I just want to go over it a few more times just so I can get it in my head.

Hughie. Take a fucking drink, will you?

No, thanks.

Mon ami?

[mutters] You know I quit.

Leave it up to you to have your shit the tightest you've ever had it

- in a fucking internment camp. - Yeah, what about you?

Have you been eating the fresh produce I smuggle in?

Moonshine's got corn in it.

Hey.

Don't worry.

Annie will be fine. She's strong.

- [toilet flushes] - Kimiko, too.

[Mother's Milk laughs]

Y'all motherfuckers are trippin'.

Y'all don't know what the fuck's going on with them.

Hey, you don't even know where Kimiko's at.

[Hughie] What, so you don't think you're gonna see

Janine and Monique again?

- Is that it? - What I know is, is that

they're a shit ton safer without me making a mess out of their lives.

M.M., you're the strongest guy I know.

We've been in tougher spots than this.

You know, I did two tours in the 3/8 in Farah Province.

The shit I saw would fuck you up.

And even that was Emily in Paris

compared to the shit that we looking at here.

And even if we make it out of here, we ain't surviving this fucking war.

We are dead men walking.

Chin-chin, motherfuckers.

- We need more resin. - Yeah.

Got some more hidden in the barracks walls.

You want to...?

[distant shouting]

- [cheery melody plays] - [announcer] Attention, campers.

Tonight's screening will be Dawn of the Seven.

Tomorrow's screening will also be Dawn of the Seven.

[dark music playing]

"Well, Annie, today marks two months.

It's a little insane how much I miss you.

I've been having trouble eating.

Every day, I see people giving up, but not me,

because I have you."

It's very, very sweet.

They were innocent.

Oh.

Well, I'd hardly call them innocent.

They lied to me. Played dumb

about your little stash in the wall there.

We've known about that for quite some time.

But I just wanted to give you a little hope.

You're not the one who gave it to me, asshole.

Ooh. I like Internment Camp Hughie.

- She's zesty. - Fuck you.

Do it.

- What? - Kill me.

Not until we flush out Butcher and Starlight.

You think they're dumb enough to just walk right into your trap?

Let's not insult each other. We both know they're coming.

Do you remember when we first met?

- How could I forget? - Believe festival.

I tried to cleanse your soul.

I remember thinking... [sighs]

"Why him?"

What does Starlight see in this gangly simp

that reeks of fear and Strawberry Smoothie kids' shampoo?

You know, William and Victoria Neuman love you, too.

I mean, I get it from your perspective.

You're punching up. Good for you.

But why are they so hopelessly devoted

to such staggering mediocrity?

Why would Starlight and Butcher

piss away their lives

to try and rescue you?

Because I'd do it for them.

[seabirds squawking]

Fuck are you doing, asshole?

Thought I asked you

to swing through Austin and pick us up some Franklins.

- Something came up. - [sighs]

It's all bien, baby bro.

I got some rib eyes in the fridge.

Thanks.

Arana made your favorite corn salad.

Oh, my bad, uh...

salade le maïs.

I think that's it.

I've been slacking on my Duolingo.

You ain't got to do that, bro.

What?

I mean, come on, it's been, like, a year and some change now

and you still acting like this is some chill family vacation?

Instead of on the run.

- It's fine. - You're a shitty liar.

[laughs softly]

I know I fucked you over.

So, please,

stop trying to make me feel better about it.

You remember when we got into it, at the park that day?

And I told you that you had never really saved anyone.

- You were right. - Not anymore.

I'm still breathing, ain't I?

And Arana, your nephews.

I mean, yeah, the moving around constantly?

It's a pain in the ass.

But it's worth it,

to get to see you like this.

Mom would be really proud of you, man.

[Desean] Dad!

Dad, Uncle Reg.

- Why are they doing that? - [seabirds chirping]

[Butcher] A-Train?

That was your fucking Phone-a-Friend?

Well, I held up my end, luv. How are you gonna get us out?

I'll fly us all out. One by one.

Well, that will take all fucking night.

All right, fine.

Just as long as we're on the same page here.

Frenchie goes first.

Yeah, all right. Frenchie first.

- What about Hughie and M.M.? - We will get them.

But nothing is more important than killing Homelander.

- Frenchie first. - You sound like Maeve.

Yeah, well, Maeve was right.

[dark music playing]

[vape hissing]

[shark clicking]

[clicking continues]

Shh! Quiet.

You've been whining like a little bitch since the Azores.

[atmospheric music playing]

[A-Train] They're already gone.

Stop following my fucking family, man.

I'm never gonna stop, bro.

Homelander's orders.

- Only one way this ends. - Yeah, exactly.

Right now it's you coming after me.

Then it'll be Noir coming after you.

New Noir, because Homelander killed the first one.

Remember?

That's how people end up around him.

[chuckles] You smug dick.

Always thought you were better than me, didn't you?

- Jesus. - What? It's true.

Sending me 2,000 octopus fleshlights?

- [chuckles] - What, you think I'm a fucking joke?

Suck my balls. You're the fucking joke.

Look at you. On the run like a little bitch,

and I'm with Homelander.

You know, I can see it.

Look how terrified you are of him.

[scoffs] Fuck you.

I'm the Lord of the Seven Seas, baby.

I'm all about that sigma life.

I ain't terrified of shit.

You're so scared of Homelander, you don't even see what it's done to you.

[shakily] I am not fucking scared.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I said the same thing.

It's pathetic.

You're pathetic.

Sooner or later I'm gonna get to your family.

♪ ♪

[shark clicking]

Xander, we'll leave when I say we'll leave.

God.

[Worm] When I wrote the series finale of Triple C,

that's Crimson Countess Capers,

it was impossible to, like, tick every box

and tie up every little storyline.

I mean, just try making everybody happy.

You can't do it.

Finales are the worst.

Your voice makes me want to kill myself.

Oh. Sorry. Was that bad?

How many times did you come here thinking, "I should just blaze on in there

- and save the day?" - No, I already said that I--

Oh, come off it.

Don't give me that "Hughie's safer in his playpen" bollocks.

You left him in there 'cause you don't want to look him in the eye

after a year's worth of deep, dark shit you've done.

Let me give you a bit of advice.

[Annie] Please don't.

Ain't nothing to feel guilty about.

'Cause that shit is gonna get us all killed.

[Worm] I mean, it is thankless and impossible work.

Hey, what did you guys think of the, uh, Lost finale?

- Get to work, asshole. - Great.

I'm fucking starving. Where you want to pop out?

Bunk 19.

[cheery melody plays]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Wait, that...

That's a Vought Freedom Camp.

- Is it? - No, no, no, no.

Y-You said I'd get to stick it to Vought, not get fucking lasered in half.

Well, that's how worms get their rocks off, innit?

It's complicated, and I-I don't want to get into that right now. I'm fucking out.

Hey. Our friends are about to be killed.

So, you're gonna dig us a hole or I'll bury you in one.

[suspenseful music playing]

Drive the action to the climax, drive the action to the climax.

[panting]

You guys are gonna want to stay back.

[gas rumbling]

- [shouts] - Ooh, no.

[gas rumbling]

Have fun in the shithole.

Ladies first.

Fuck you.

[Butcher sighs]

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

Yeah.

[Worm] Oh.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Don't ever contact me again.

Oh, hey, uh, is it cool if I use this

for the A story in the, uh, Reacher spec I'm working on?

- Oh, piss off, wanker. - Taking that as a yes.

♪ ♪

[muffled grunt]

Oh, fuck.

Surprise.

Welcome, William.

And you.

The gang is almost all here. Oh.

And, uh...

...you never told me that this one's nickname is...

Mother's Milk.

[laughs]

Okay. So, what's the big plan?

What, are you gonna sandbag me with the Godolkin virus?

Yes. I know all about it.

- Suck my fat dick. - Hmm?

[muffled shout]

[panting]

[muffled shout]

Hey, where's Starlight?

Just doesn't feel like a party

without my little lightning bug here...

[atmospheric music playing]

Jesus Christ. William, you've got a viper's nest in there.

I'd heard about it, of course, but...

seeing it for myself, it's, uh...

it-it's incredible.

I mean, it's fucking disgusting,

of course, but it-it's beautiful.

What you've done to yourself, what you've become.

And you did all that for me?

Now that, that is devotion.

- [mouthing] - You know, William,

I know we're not exactly equals,

but I'm compelled to say...

...you are the only one that's ever challenged me.

And there's a part of me that will be sad to see you go.

[grumbles]

[grunts angrily]

[exciting music playing]

Come on. Blondie's gonna fly us out.

- Annie! Annie. - Hughie. Hughie.

[gunfire]

- Shit. - What the fuck?

Hughie.

[people shouting]

[Butcher] Get down.

Don't you move.

[sentimental music playing]

Mon coeur.

Frenchie.

♪ ♪

[gunfire continues]

- Hey. - [gasps]

It's okay. It's okay.

Just stay down, okay?

[dramatic music playing]

What are you doing?

[Mother's Milk] Hey, dick.

I've been waiting for this.

I'm-a chop that thing up like a party sub.

[grunts, coughs]

♪ ♪

[guard] Don't you fucking move.

Don't you move. Get your hands up where I can see them.

Get your fucking hands up where I can see them.

Merci, mademoiselle.

Hold her tight.

[Frenchie groans]

[gasps]

Where-where is she going?

[straining]

[Mother's Milk shouts]

[screams]

[grunts]

[Ivy] Fuck this. She's not coming back.

- Hughie, we have to go. We have to go now. - Hey.

- Ivy, stay down, stay down. - No, no, no.

- She's coming back. She's coming back. - She-she can't. Just--

[grunting]

William!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[groans]

[dramatic music playing]

- Frenchie at the van? - [Annie] Yeah.

Come on, then.

Are you hurt?

Where the hell were you?

[sighs]

[exciting music playing]

[panting]

[woman] Yeah, I know, and that's what I said.

Yes, exactly.

I don't know. The usual.

I'm not...

[wind whistling]

[grunts, coughs]

[groaning]

Looks like someone can catch the A-Train after all.

End of the road, buddy boy.

[A-Train laughs]

[groaning]

What's so funny?

What was I so afraid of?

You are...

...fucking nothing.

Really?

[groans, laughs]

[strains] Yeah.

Really.

You're just an empty fucking suit.

Take away these powers...

[panting]

...and what are you, huh?

A pathetic...

...weak,

sniveling fucking loser.

[A-Train laughs]

[bones crunch]

[body thuds]

[insects chirping]

[insects chirping]

[insects chirping]

[insects chirping]

[insects chirping]