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Go on, son.

Have a bump.

What the

fuck? Homelander is going to love this. No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Homelander has agreed to donate to the Starlight House, which... No. I mean,

come on. No. Give it up. Give it up. No.

No. No, I'm not just like the rest of you. I'm better.

Homelander is a fucking psychopath.

Homelander is protecting them.

You said you'd always watch out for me. You promised.

Well, maybe I don't want to look at you.

This little guy here is my son. Fuck you, fashion!

You helped me out with one small favor.

And I hope you see you have it or not. Original recipe, all 11 herbs and

spices. Just a pinch.

My name is Annie January, and I fucking quit.

I see one of the boobs.

You are like a rabid little doggy, but loyal to her whole sick chain.

Your brain's leaking.

10 feet? It's gonna kill you both.

How long ago?

Months. 12 on the outside.

Homelander need to die. That's it, whatever it takes.

Soldier Boy's our weapon. He's how we kill Homelander. Did you know?

But Soldier Boy was my father.

Get out of the building now! Stop!

Everything you wanted, he's right fucking there.

And now you blink? I made a promise.

You don't need me anymore.

I know it's a

late night, so I just wanted to come out and say thanks for your patience.

All the fucking Gruyere cops?

How much does it do with these? She says you've been working too hard. You need

to eat more.

You pull this off, I promise, I'll grab all these motherfuckers.

Huey, come on, I need eyes.

Hey, just give me one more second.

Sorry, sorry, there's like a million connectors in here and I can't see shit.

You helping? You just showing off?

Oh, we're sure about it. Is that it?

All right.

I've been living color.

Butcher, you copy?

Where the fuck is Butcher?

You fucking star.

I'm fine.

What are you talking to?

I ain't said a word.

Cheers.

All right.

Come on, then.

Leave the cunt.

We're here to commit a bit of our treason.

Going up.

There's more here.

Plenty to wait here.

Cover our exit, ma'am. Oh, come off it. What's your fucking door? Kimiko, if

Butcher steps one foot in that elevator, break his arm.

Please remove obstruction from door.

Okay, big man.

Let's do this.

There's a lot of people now.

Come on, kiddo.

Would you be scared of a bunch of cockroaches? Huh?

Yeah.

Baby chicks or whatever. Look, the point is you have nothing to be nervous about.

Come on. We've talked about this.

They're only humans.

And?

Toys for our amusement.

That's right.

We got this.

Hold up. Hold up. Okay, we got a problem.

What is he doing here?

If you see him, do not engage. I repeat, do not engage with Homeland.

That means you, butcher. You copy?

My goodness, you look beautiful this evening, especially you.

Zoe, you remember my son, Ryan?

Hi. Hey, Zoe, you know what? I heard that this hotel makes its own ice cream.

Why don't you take Ryan and try and find some, huh? What a great idea. Go for it,

sport.

Does nobody come back pregnant?

I'm just kidding.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding. They're too young.

Although Brian could spew goo if he wanted to. What the fuck are you doing

here? Oh, I've supported every new administration for the past 16 years. I

don't want your support. You're on trial for fucking murder. Hi, Doug!

One, that's a formality.

And two, that's a clear-cut case of self-defense. That thug threw a

projectile at my son.

It was a plastic box. Could have had anthrax in it.

Not that that would have hurt us, but there's a principle at stake. And

besides... When I took that monster down, people applauded. Your

shareholders didn't.

Well, that's why you and me are going to prove to them that even with a soft-on

crime fucking libtard for a president, good business as usual.

I thought.

Any transaction you and I may or may not have had is ancient history.

Well, then let's make some new history.

Ladies and gentlemen, Victoria Newman.

Let's give her a round.

Huh?

Girl, get it done. In the White House.

Hmm?

I'll break you.

Here's a minute here, would you, love?

Listen, Ryan, I've got a lot to say.

I fuck all time to say it.

I've got a lorry out back.

I can get you out of here. What are you talking about? I know you're angry with

me and you've got every right to be. But you know how dangerous some lander is.

My dad. Right, he murdered some poor sod right in front of your eyes. Get back

off the pedophile. It ain't true. He's lying to you.

Let me take you to grace, all right? And then you don't got to see me no more.

Please, I'm begging you.

It's what your mum would want.

No means no, William.

This isn't the Neverland Ranch.

Don't worry.

Nothing bad's going to happen, right?

Oh.

It seems it already has.

Look at that big black mass curdling around your brain.

What do you got, six pounds?

Less.

Too bad. We're not going to have that last dance together.

I'll miss us.

Bloody hell. You ain't your own voice, don't you?

That's the spirit, champ.

Done.

Come on.

I do not want to miss a Smash Mouth.

It ain't no joke. I'd like to buy the world a token. Keep the world to sing in

perfect harmony.

And keep the world to know the science and the bias. Hey, I know it's just a

song, but it's five for the recipe.

This is a love attack. I know it's a fun fact.

Mom! What are you doing in here?

Apologies, Ms. Newman. We're with your mother's detail.

Really?

We'll be done in just a minute.

Why don't you wait outside?

Frankie, what's happening? She's a fucking shoot! She's a fucking shoot!

Yeah, I guess I'll just, uh, wait here.

It's okay.

We see nothing.

Ça va?

Ça va?

Great story's up.

Don't you trust me?

Fuck Oh shit

Right, can we go now?

Hey, Huey.

Hey. Gotta teach butchers the meaning of the word covert. It just got made by a

12-year-old. You mean Zoe?

We just murdered two guys?

Vic, you shot your own daughter up with V? How could you do that to her? I

needed to keep her safe.

Safe? You turned her into a fucking monster.

Like you.

I'm sorry, that sounds like the pot calling the kettle a teleporting dude

with his dick out.

Worst mistake I ever made.

Vic, you and me, we were like family. I mean, was everything just

bullshit?

I almost told you once.

Then out of the blackout, you remember?

You brought every bodega snack you could carry for Zoe.

You played Una with her for hours until the lights came back on.

And I thought... you were my closest friend.

I mean, hell, you're dating a suit. If anyone would understand, it would be

you, right?

Why didn't you tell me?

I was scared.

Scared you'd have to pop my head.

I was scared to lose you.

I always cared about you, Huey.

That part was real.

Hey, Vicki.

Fuck you!

Seriously?

I have to be on TV in like ten minutes, you fucking asshole!

We're gonna out you. We're gonna go to the press, tell them you blow up

Congress. I still got the Red River file. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have you ever

seen War Game?

What am I saying? Look at you. Of course you've seen fucking War Games. We're

making jokes?

Mutually assured destruction.

I hurt you, you out me. You out me, I killed everyone you've ever loved.

The only thing that makes sense is the truth.

Or plan B.

I don't think you guys are actually getting worse at your jobs.

You just called Arizona.

Guess I better change.

I'm going to show up. Where the hell have you been?

Bug. Trying to wash off the stench of failure from your cooker last night.

Shut the fuck up.

Grace?

Not you. Oh, come off it.

I washed me bollocks and all.

Em. There are people who, because of ignorance or maybe insanity, still

believe you have something to contribute.

I'll get the kid back, Grace.

I'll make it right.

Two agents from my detail are dead at the hands of a 12-year-old.

We had to tell their families they snorted fentanyl-laced cocaine at the

after-party. Sir, our intel told us that acid would work on them. She's no idiot.

She'll know I was behind it. God damn it!

Everyone told me to pick Buttigieg instead.

You didn't know, sir.

Marvin, I vouched for you. The CIA is bankrolling you. All due respect, ma'am,

you can always put Butcher back in charge. He's right outside.

What about Starlight? She goes by Annie. Can Annie burn out Newman's fucking

eyes, debilitate her? She can get close enough to her without getting her head

popped off. Who knows?

We might have to accept the possibility that Newman's invulnerable.

Congress certifies the election January 6th.

After that, a soup is one heartbeat away from the presidency.

My fucking heartbeat!

Now, I can only keep my distance from her for so long.

Eliminating her is top priority. So do your fucking job.

Yes, ma'am.

Somewhere else you need to be?

No, sir.

Joe Kessler?

Fuck me, how long's it been?

I'd say 11 years, but officially speaking, none of that shit show ever

happened. Then how come I remember you eyeing him, rimming out the general's

wife? Well, fuck you.

Man, let me buy you a bad cup of coffee.

Demoted from your own fucking team.

What's your shitty code name again?

The Boys.

Oof. Who came up with that shit?

Why are you putting up with it?

Walk away.

No, my son, I've got plans and schemes.

I'll be back at the end of the table in no time.

Well, you better.

You know, a lot of the guys are thinking you got benched at the worst possible

time. You know, Mallory's so focused on killing the VP-elect because that's what

Singer wants and half a goddamn Langley's on it. Well, you know, Grace,

she's always been a bit of a political animal.

And what are you focused on?

Homelander.

He killed that poor cunt in broad daylight, and they fucking cheered.

I mean, what do you think that taught them, eh?

No.

We're whistling away towards a fucking apocalypse, and Grace's eye ain't on the

ball. You had a clean shot at him, right?

With Soldier Boy.

You didn't take it.

Was your eye on the ball?

Why do I get the feeling we ain't just bumped into each other?

You remember the Panseer Valley?

Yeah.

Pretty hard to forget. You dragged me out of there and dropped how many bodies

to do without giving it a second fucking thought.

And yet you still didn't name your son after me, eh? We need someone like you,

Billy.

Right fucking now.

Before the soups start rounding us up and dumping us off in camps.

Ty, you going to prom?

What's up?

Janine, she got into a fight at school.

Principal didn't say why, just that she KO'd a boy.

A boy?

Don't you dare. Be proud right now.

She's been slamming doors, Marvin.

She told me to eat a dick.

Janine said that? She's been having a hard time since Todd moved out. You mean

since you kicked him out? Let's dial down the glee in your voice. But yes,

since I kicked him out. But Janine still loves him. She's worried.

Worried about what?

Todd got so deep into all that weird home teamer shit.

He's not answering my calls. I don't know where he is. Okay, so... And you're

good at finding people.

Oh, come on. For your daughter, Marvin.

Well, I get what you saw in that guy.

He was good to Janine.

Because he sure as shit won the D.

Right?

You have to be good. You're my greatest failure. You are simply bad, brother.

You're invested.

You're just a loser.

You're dead enough.

Because deep down, there's a part of you that is still with them.

Don't get brazen with me. You're not to refer to the deceased as a victim. It's

a loaded term and for the jury to decide.

Sir, so I'm afraid we are behind on the tower reconstruction, but I can 100%

assure you that it is not my fault. But it wasn't until Annie January stepped

out from Vought's shadow and Homelander's that we saw the true extent

of her power. Vought and Homelander aren't above the law. They can't just do

whatever they want.

Deep, we gotta talk about the octopus in the room.

Your ex, Cassandra, wrote a tell-all book. Yeah, I'm not gonna stop you right

there, Haley, you know.

There were no relations with an octopus.

It's just a racist rumor and a ridiculous lie perpetuated by a jilted

and emotionally unstable hysterical woman who, let's be clear, pooped in my

bed. Deep, please tell me the fucking octopus is gone.

Yes, actually, she's... It is taken care of, okay?

Hey, Noir. Sir, after that debacle at Cadolkin, thank you again for saving my

life. The board felt we should find new candidates for the 7 ASAP, and the

selection committee has narrowed it down to 25 choices.

Um, okay, great. If we're going purely on socials, I might suggest Talon out of

Redlands.

Pass.

She's a butterface.

Her body's on point, but her face... Yeah, I get it.

Thank you so much for explaining, chauvinist prick.

Ew, not that slutty cum rag.

Hold up. I thought he ate a dog. He ate out a dog.

It's a big difference.

Sister Sage?

Hell no. She was with me in teenage kicks for like barely a year before they

canned her ass. What's her power?

She's the world's smartest person. She's not smart enough for no one to shut her

mouth.

Wrangler. Isn't he a... Texas nutjob. The San Antonio office had to cover up

those migrant murders.

I kind of like him. Of course, he bumped us with suburban women and white men

over 50.

Amazing choice, sir.

Yeah, I totally agree. He's a mensch.

Did I use that word right? Mensch? You just said he was crazy.

What I meant was we would be crazy to, you know, not bring him in.

I'm surrounded by sycophants and...

Fucking imbecile. It's just that you make a lot of really great points, sir.

Blow

A

-Train.

What? I'm not kidding.

Go over there, pull out A-Train's cock, and blow him.

Sex is just a spectrum, right, bro?

Get off your fucking knees.

This is exactly what I'm talking about. Not one of you has the stomach to

challenge anything I say.

Oh, my God.

I am going to carry this entire fucking company on my shoulders.

You're right.

I wasn't going to do it.

Homelander faces his toughest opponent yet, our corrupt legal system. Smash

that donate button, get a free tote. Roland Keating attacked Homelander's

son. The magic of Vought on Ice, coming December 7th at Vought Coinery.

Things grew heated between the Starlighter and Home Teamer movements

outside the courthouse today. This creep had photos of his quote-unquote niece

naked in the bathtub.

He's an antifa pedo who fucked around and found out and...

An eye for an eye might be in the Jew section of the Bible, but it is still in

the Bible.

Yes.

Steady.

Good, good.

Yes. Annie.

That was awesome.

Look, look.

New record.

33 seconds.

Amazing. I can fly a hundred feet away from all my cares.

And drain the power grid at the same time.

What will Greta say?

Hey, look, I totally agree with whatever you said. No one wants Newman gone more

than me. And no one knows how dangerous she is for the country.

Yeah, we may never get another shot like that ever again.

I'm really bad at pep talks. What do you think?

Recycling bin, motherfucker.

What?

He blew our cover with humans. He almost got you killed again.

Uh-huh.

You're the only one that wants him here.

But you should cut him loose.

We're not cutting him loose.

We're not cutting him loose.

It's a fine time to fucking bring that up, isn't it?

It's going to be a lot harder to do a murder with them cunts around.

Them?

They're a hand-picked sort of secret, secret service, though.

I'm surprised you called.

I'm full of surprises, aren't I?

What do you want?

Well, I was thinking that you and I could...

Scratch each other's backs.

Like when you shot me in the head.

I need a hand to get Ryan away from Homelander.

Is that all? Boy needs a father.

That kind ain't no father.

And you are.

You're between a cock and an odd place.

I'm going to put you into that posh VP slot, and he's going to make sure you

spend the next four years grabbing your ankles while he shoves it up your ass. I

think I can handle myself.

Oh, you mean that nasty little virus they're cooking up at Cadolkin?

Yeah, I know about it.

And I know it ain't strong enough to kill Homelander.

Yet.

And then there's the art place.

Full weight of the CIA and my boys working 24-7 to top you.

You need me.

If I was even going to think about this, I'd want a show of good faith.

The material Huey has on me from the Red River Group home.

I know it stopped him from going to the press.

Stopped him from printing it.

Just a wild conspiracy theory from a disgruntled former staffer.

Those are my terms.

You know where to find me.

Fucker, I just logged in five minutes ago. What's happening?

This shit.

Okay, yeah, you gotta hit keep me logged in.

Sorry. Hit keep me logged in, but spoiler alert, that will not keep you

logged in.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Kid?

Starlight House. A so-called home for at-risk teens.

Sure. And Jeff Epstein killed himself. Now the only thing these teens are at

risk of is being groomed and thrown into Starlight's LGB terror dungeon.

Child lives matter.

It'd be a lot easier to get media coverage if you were there.

Paul Manor's verdict will 1,000% be innocent, and I'm not showing up to even

dignify that shit. Penny, I'm happy to organize the protest and make the

speech, but no one wants to hear it because it's the Starlighter movement,

and I'm not Starlight. Well, neither am I.

Then tell that to her.

The whole reason I quit was to get away from her.

No, you're killing it with the Starlighters. You don't need me.

If, just if, you were a Starlight, then maybe we'd drum up some real donations.

I want to help, of course, but it's Annie January. No one's donating to the

Annie house. It sounds like we sell raisin cookies.

Hey. Hey.

So, Colin is annoying as hell, but he has saved my ass more than a few times

over the past few months.

So, thank you for the rest.

He's a champ.

Oh, je te prie. You know I can tell this, even from our first group meeting.

A lot of us meetings.

Right there in the name.

It's okay.

Love my boss and I'm the next junkie.

I am almost never surprised.

May I come in?

Sister Sage.

Just Sage.

Right.

Vought added the sister part.

Can't have one of us without a racial qualifier.

Never seen you without the suit.

My incognito. You know, I would have thought the smartest woman on Earth

would have a nicer place.

Smartest person. And that person's too smart to give a fuck about Pottery Barn.

Okay. Preach, sister.

Well, um...

Smart. Show me.

Show me.

Based on your public appearances, your stylist dyeing your hair more often used

to be every month. Now it's every 2.4 weeks. Did she tell you you're glowing

gray or is she hiding it? So between that and your enlarged prostate.

My fucking wife. Look at your hands. You've been washing them more often, so

likely you've been peeing more often, which makes sense.

You got a lot of power, but you do age.

Plus, there's that no matter your own father almost killed you.

Wow.

Any mouth breather could see you're going through some existential midlife.

Whatever. It's pretty ballsy for someone whose power is a party trick. You are

welcome to laser me.

But I'm guessing you need me in my party trick or something.

I need advice.

From someone on my level.

Of course, you breathe a word of this.

I'll pull you apart bit by bit.

Naturally. I've spent my life scaling.

All I ever wanted.

Now that I have it. You're still not happy.

I save people.

They cheer. I fucking kill people.

They cheer.

It's meaningless.

Humans are nothing. They're less than nothing. They're just poised for my

amusement, and yet they control everything.

It's unnatural.

What kind of legacy am I going to leave to my son? A shithole country in a

shithole world, or something better?

Something pure, cleansed.

You do realize that probably won't make you happy either?

Still.

Tell me how you'd go about it.

Hypothetically.

Rome.

Greece.

All democracies fail because people are fucking stupid.

You don't need an army of supermen like Nazi Bay wanted. So German.

If you crush the masses, who builds your monuments?

Who tones your taint?

No, the people will tear it apart themselves.

Just got to nudge them a little.

Then you get to swoop in, be the one saving it.

Like Caesar.

Like Caesar.

Statistically, it's inevitable.

I'd like you to join the cabin. No fucking way. Why not?

Because I'm not wearing some vaguely racist super suit in front of a bunch of

clapping seals.

Plus, I'm a black woman who is a thousand times smarter than you. Your

ego can't handle it.

I'm pretty smart myself.

See what I mean? Smart enough to listen.

I mean, really listen to you.

You can stay here, reeking of Taco Bell and loneliness.

or we can put some of your theories into practice on the global scale.

When's the last time you got a chance like that?

Butcher, what are you doing here?

I'm sleeping.

What about you?

Um, my dad, he, uh, he had a stroke.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mike.

I'm just going to grab a few things before I get back to him.

Is he... I don't know.

He called me right before it happened, and I didn't pick up.

Why didn't I pick up?

I mean, maybe I could have seen it coming. I could have... Don't beat

yourself up about it. There's nothing you could have done.

All he ever wanted was to chat about some...

Stupid fucking James Patterson book that he's reading, and I couldn't even give

him that.

Another thing that, even if he lives... Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'd know what I'd want.

Quick life's out.

Better than the alternative.

Sitting there, stewing in your mistakes.

As you weigh out the inevitable.

Can we?

Hey. I'm so sorry.

I got here as soon as I could.

I'm sorry.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Turn here.

Right here? Yeah.

So what does the CIA think of you wasting their vast resources all to hunt

down the phone of Todd?

I didn't ask.

Just like I didn't ask you to come either.

You always want to meet.

I know.

Yo, white boy's fighting.

That's a good question. What's that?

He wonders how a man such as this wins the love of a woman like Monique, you

know? He's nice to my daughter.

Come on, there's only one reason.

Todd must be picking some serious shit between his legs. Seriously, Frenchie?

You did not have to come.

Okay, I'm only saying the man has some serious Pete Davidson energy over there,

no?

Do you recognize her? I'm not sure.

Hi, fella. Thanks for making it on such a short note. He's here, right?

Like, in the building here?

The best day of my life.

Well, you know, Dirk, I'm not actually holding my breath underwater. I'm

technically breathing underwater, so it's more impressive.

Hey, train, you try these Buffalo Ranch bacon blasters?

They're juicy.

Sage, it's good to see you again.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Homelander's tired of being surrounded by morons.

Hello, everyone.

Homelander! I just want to say it's a huge honor to be here with you. Now, I

can't stay long, but I heard that you are some of my biggest fans, supporting

me when others turn their backs. I just wanted to personally say thank you for

your devotion and your sacrifice.

Well, really, it's you who gives so much to... You people are more than just

fans. You're martyrs.

To the greatest cause on earth.

Open it.

Got it.

Bats. I want you to take these bats

and beat these gentlemen to death.

Funny. Oh, it's like one of your tests.

You want us to say no.

No, Deep, this is not a test.

I want you to beat these gentlemen to death now.

I think maybe we should go.

Don't do it!

Stay here.

Wait for further instructions.

Yo, what the fuck? That was so fucked up, you guys.

The fuck is he doing here?

He should be at his trial, no?

This exclusive live footage of Homelander arriving at the courthouse

just now. The verdict will be read any moment, so stay with us after these

important messages.

Are you ready to stop reusing your catheter and start living your life?

Jury's are seated.

Any second.

It's me.

It's me.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Baby's killing me! Bitch!

Oh, no, Mark!

Kiara?

Kiara?

Kiara? Oh, God.

Justice prevailed today as the jury in Homelander's murder trial handed down a

not guilty verdict.

But that moment of national healing was cut tragically short.

Violent attacks by Starlight supporters left three innocent patriots dead.

Out of respect, we are going to wait until all families have been notified

before we release the names of the victims.

But we know that each of them gave their lives exercising their constitutional

right to support. Let us leave.

I'll come by first thing in the morning. We'll tell it again.

You gonna finish that?

Oh, come on, buddy. We're supposed to be celebrating.

What's wrong?

No, it's nothing.

Come on, now. We talked about this.

We have to share everything with each other. Do everything together until we

almost merge into one.

So, you tell me, son.

Whatever it is, it's okay.

I don't want Butcher to die.

But even after he abandoned you like that?

That was brutal.

And all those things he said about you. He said awful, awful things about you.

Just horrible.

My mom loved him.

What about you?

Noir was right.

I was so fucked up. You have every right to be upset.

I'm upset for you.

What if we just...

We could vanish under the waves forever.

Everyone there loves you for you, as the sweet, sensitive, really strong swimmer

you are.

Look at me.

Baby, look at me.

We wouldn't have to hide our love anymore.

We could just be Kevin and Ambrosius.

So, I just finished reading Deadly Cross.

I mean, how does Patterson do it?

I liked it even more than Criss Cross, Cross Justice, Double Cross, Triple

Cross, Cross Fire, Cross Country, Cross the Line, even Cross My Heart.

You know, so, anyway, lots to talk about.

Give me a call. I'll love you, son.

You get better, okay?

You get better, and I will talk to you for hours about Deadly Cross.

You can read the whole fucking book to me if you want.

Deal?

I really hope you can hear me.

For what it's worth, I think you can.

Mom? Billy?

You promised me you would take care of Ryan.

Let it go. What do you think I'm trying to do here?

I think you're about to fuck over Huey again.

And it's going to blow up in your face again.

I saved the kid at the tower.

Didn't I?

I had a clean shot at Homelander. Game set and fucking match. But I chose to

save him.

Look where that goes.

You promised me.

If Ryan becomes like Homelander, that's the end of the world.

Don't you think I know that?

You have to find a better way.

What the hell do you want from me, Becca?

Be the man that I married.

That man died a long time ago.

It's too late.

I'm out.

Well,

I hope you're happy now.

God save the Queen.

God save the

Queen.

She ain't no human being.

There is no future in England.

We need no future, no future, no future for you.

God take the queen.

We need a man.

We love our queen.

God size.

God take the queen.

He's not watching films.

I've got to be clear.

I've got to do my part.