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Hmm.

Ah...

Who did that?

I did.

Somebody's screwing with ya.

Check that thing's ass
for a "made in China."

- No way that's me. Cheap knockoff.
- How do you know?

'Cause I would've swallowed
your baby boy whole

and shit him out in pieces.

Let's take those shackles off
and find out.

Brandon.

He's not even close to being ready.

Maybe he never will be.

Shouldn't he be locked up for what he did
to whatever the hell this is?

Put him back in Supermax.

Oh, I see how it is. Rules don't apply
when it's your kid doing the killing?

Get him out of here.

Double standards
don't look good on you, pal!

That's some screwed-up shit!

You think people ain't gonna notice?
I got a fan club, asshole!

Jesus Christ,
that guy's got a mouth on him.

He always has.

This one never said a word.

No, he didn't.

What do you think?

Clone? Parallel dimension?
Some kind of a shapeshifter?

Whatever it is, we need answers.

Gonna need to cut him open to get them.

If Blackstar didn't escape,
who did you fight in Nebraska?

We're investigating the situation.

- Lady Liberty!
- Yes.

What steps are being taken
to secure the Supermax?

There is no indication
of a security breach.

Wherever
the second Blackstar originated from,

it was not the Supermax.

- Yes?
- There's been reports

of massive reprisals
from several supervillain groups.

Is this something your team is aware of?

We're in contact
with state and federal authorities.

If we find any indication
of an ongoing threat...

Where's Paragon?

Paragon is in the process
of an after-action debrief.

Does he have a statement?

Yes.

Paragon wishes to express his regret

that the life
of a hostile combatant was lost,

regardless of the circumstances.

The latest option poll
suggests 78% of Americans

support your son's execution
of a supervillain.

Do you think your old-fashioned ideas
of just tossing them in prison

- is becoming a threat to public safety?
- The Union thinks...

If that's true,
78% of my fellow Americans need to think

about what kind of a country
they wanna live in.

Lethal force
without due process is not justice.

But how are you gonna protect us
from supervillains?

Your grandpa saw that,
he'd set off fireworks.

Brandon, I know
it hasn't been easy being my son.

Growing up
with the public constantly watching you,

looking up at you
and wanting to tear you down

all in the same breath.

Brandon, what you did to Blackstar
you can't take back.

Blackstar?

Everything you do
is a reflection on this family.

We have to be the ideal.
You have to be the ideal.

Chloe didn't even show up
when Blackstar was tearing up Nebraska.

I'm not talking about Chloe.

She's drunk or high half the time,

and I'm the one
not living up to your expectations?

- Don't talk about your sister like that.
- Like what?

Like the way she talks
about everyone else in this family?

Yes.

Stop lowering yourself every time
somebody pisses you off. Be better.

My friends were dead.

I had to make a choice
between Blackstar and you.

Dad!

I chose you, Dad.

And I'd choose you every time.

Wouldn't you do the same?

You're gonna be here long after I'm gone.

And one day, God willing,
you're gonna be the Utopian...

and every evil you can imagine
is gonna rise up against you,

against mankind,

and not for justice, for vengeance.

And in those moments,

the only thing that you will have
to guide you is the Code.

It has to stand, Brandon, even if we fall.

So, what? I should've just let
Blackstar slaughter us?

Killing is never the answer.

Why don't you tell that
to my friends we're burying?

There's always another way
to get the job done, Brandon. Always.

Except I can't shoot fire
from my eyes, Dad.

Not yet, you can't.

Look, if what I say or do, it hurts you,
I'm sorry.

But one day, you're gonna be stronger
than anyone else in the world,

including me.

All right, Brandon.

Stay out here on the farm
until things quiet down.

- Clear your head.
- You're grounding me?

I'm not grounding you, Brandon.

No, Dad. This is bullshit.

Have you seen
what the supervillains are doing?

Work the farm, stay out of sight.

No uniform, no patrol
until I give the okay.

Do you understand?

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

It's not a punishment, Brandon.
It's an opportunity. Use it.

We're up to our necks,

and you stop by the cleaners
before coming in?

It's Dad's suit, for the funeral.

It's a closed casket, for Christ's sake.
No one's gonna know.

Yeah, well, I'll know.

All right, let's see
how we're wrapping Pop

for the big send-off.

The Kuppenheimer.

- He'll look good in that.
- Yeah.

But let's change the tie.

No, he loved that tie.

He hated it.

He wore that tie all the time.

Yeah, 'cause you gave it to him.

That's his huckleberry, right there.

Went on the second your ass hit the door.

He told me this was his favorite tie.

Yeah, he said a lot of things, Shel.

Uh...

I spoke with the board.

They wanna shut it all down.

What? They can't do that.

Yeah, they can.

- We have to talk to them.
- I've been talking to them, Shel.

Dad would never put our men...

- He's dead.
- I don't care.

We are not putting our guys...

- What?
- Excuse us! Please.

- Can we have a minute?
- Not a good time, Willie.

We've got something
we think you ought to see.

What is it?

Shel?

They're saying Dad ripped off the workers.

Son of a bitch.

Where's G. Kennedy?

Where is he?

I wanna talk to the scumbag
who wrote this garbage!

I'm the scumbag you're looking for, pal.

You're G. Kennedy?

I stutter? Who are you?

Lawyer, I'm guessing, by the suit.

"Chester Sampson
gambled his workers' pensions on expansion

and lost it all in the market crash."
How can you make up lies like this?

There's not a word in there
that isn't the God's honest.

Everything is double-sourced,

- top to bottom.
- Top to bottom.

So you can run back
to whoever's trying to rattle me

at Sampson Steel,

and you can tell them that Grace Kennedy,
she doesn't get rattled, ever.

My father would never do
any of the things that you say here.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh, you're sorry for my loss?
I guess my loss is your gain, right?

"The death of capitalism."
That is one hell of a headline.

Well, guess what,
you rotten little Marxists?

Capitalism made this building!

It made your homes, and it made your cars!

And my father made the steel

that built everything that makes
this country the greatest in the world!

And what do you do, huh? What do you make?
What do you... what do you contribute?

You lurk behind your ink
and your newsprint,

wagging your little finger

while you drag a good man's name
through the muck!

And he was a good man!

What have you built, huh?
How are you helping America?

Your nose is bleeding.

You should be ashamed of yourself,
all of you.

Thought you went home.

You all right?

Yeah.

Did you ever lose anybody
back when you were a superhero?

No.

Were you afraid?

Yeah.

Did you run?

No, of course not.

So you stayed, and you fought?

Yeah, I got a couple of hits in, but...

I'm not talking about fighting Blackstar.

I'm talking
about fighting through the fear.

- It wasn't enough.
- It never is.

- Petra, I know you don't...
- I'm not you.

I can't keep taking hits
and just get back up.

I can't watch my friends die
because of some asshole.

The supervillains
are going crazy out there.

Guys who robbed banks before
have been killing people.

I can't.

What if this is just the start of it?

I don't know if I can do this
when things are this insane.

Then don't.

I never asked you
to follow me into this game.

Hell, I'm surprised you wanted to,

after all the foolish shit
I got up to when you were little.

I was worried you weren't ready,

that you'd get yourself hurt...

bad, like I did.

But here you are,
and I couldn't be prouder.

For not getting killed?

For being better than me... in so many ways.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I got bagels
from that place you like in New York.

I can't have gluten.
I have a shoot coming up.

Can I use your toaster?

Thank you.

You don't eat them,
I'll just throw them at the gulls.

Keep me awake half the night.

I thought gulls slept
when the sun went down.

My night, their day.

Oh.

So, what kind of shoot is this one?

Long, conservative dresses
with wholesome scenery?

It's a joke, Chloe.

Why are you here?

Are you coming to the funeral?

- You want me there?
- Of course I want you there.

Brandon could use your support.
He's really struggling right now.

Well, what am I gonna say to him?

I don't know, but he'll listen to you
before he'll listen to me or your mom.

I tried talking to him about what happened
with Blackstar, but I just...

I don't know. I... I...

You try to say the right thing,
the thing you think he needs to hear,

but it just all...

I just... I can't get through to him.

Just give him some time.

You know, he was tight with Barry
since... junior high.

Barry Bishop.

Brandon's the godfather
to his little girls.

Oh.

Oh yeah... Oh, Tectonic.

There you have it, Dad.

That...

That is why I'm here,
halfway across the country.

That is why Brandon's a mess.

Because you could never stop being
the Utopian long enough

to really be there for either of us.

- That's just not fair, Chloe.
- You wanna talk about what's fair?

The suit and cape are the real you, Dad...

not this.

Honey, I didn't come here
to fight with you.

I know you didn't, okay?

But you can't stop.

If it's not how I look,

it's how I dress, or who I'm dating,

or how I'm reflecting on you

if I don't show up
to a fight or a funeral,

or any other thing that's me, Dad.

You have been attacking me for so long,

I don't know
how to do anything but fight you.

Chloe, we're bigger than this, both of us.

We're just us.

The only way out of the loop is

for me to stop being me,
or you to stop being you.

Wait, that's just a, a lose-lose.

That's a great framing device
for unaccountability.

Chloe, we are our own worst enemies,
both of us.

But every time
I try to propose a solution,

it becomes, by default,
just another attack.

I'm not trying to attack you, Chloe.

If you would just stop pointing fingers
for once and start...

Yeah.

I don't know. Okay.

Are you gonna make it to the funeral?

It would mean a lot to me.

I don't know.

Well, bagels will keep in the freezer
for after the shoot.

What's the name of that guy from Legal?
Bieder-something?

- Biederbeck.
- Biederbeck, that's it.

What are you doing?

We are gonna sue Grace Kennedy
and her socialist rag

into the goddamn ground.

Put the phone down.
We're not suing anyone.

We are not letting
these people spread lies about Dad.

It's true!

Everything they wrote.

I checked the numbers
and confirmed it with the bank.

He used the pension fund
to back the expansion.

Oh my God!

It's gone, all of it.

Check it again.

- Shel...
- Check it again.

You made a mistake, or the bank did.
Dad would never do something like that.

You've got no goddamn idea, do you?

Walking around
in a cloud of Dad's bullshit

about building homes and families.

This is steel.

What we have, we clawed
from Carnegie and Rockefeller.

You think that happens
without getting your hands dirty?

Republic, and Bethlehem, and U.S. Steel
tried to put us in the ground every day

since these walls went up,
and every day, we stopped it.

We gave as good as we got...

...sometimes better.

Me and Dad.

And now it's just me.

I've worked here since I was 15 years old.
Don't you dare...

Yeah, you worked here.
I lived here.

While you've been picking ties

and going off like a lunatic
in front of the press,

I've been trying to keep what we built

from disappearing
in a puff of goddamn smoke.

And since you weren't around,
I went ahead, and I spoke with the board.

The only way we can hold on
to what's left of our assets

is to shut down production,
at least for five months.

We are not putting those guys
on the street.

- We are. We are, Shel.
- Walter, we are not. We are not doing it!

We are!

Explain!

Hold on.
I'm figuring this out as soon as I can.

You owe us!

Hold on! Hold on!

Yes, the mill is closing, but I promise
I'm gonna get it back up and running...

- To hell with your promises!
- What about our pensions?

Your pensions, I'm gonna get them
back to you as soon as I can.

Get the hell back!

Hold on one second. Listen, I'm...

- You taking his side, Willie?
- We ain't taking shit!

And we ain't going to jail
for beating up some rich kid, either.

They're gonna need you at home,

not rotting away in some jail cell.

- What if it just makes me feel better?
- It won't.

Come on, clear out your lockers
and go home to your families.

- We'll make this right.
- Go on.

I hope it's a real nice wedding, Shel.

Really nice.

Hmm.

Put him in a suit.

Put him in a tie.

Put him in a box.

"Everything ends up in a box."

He said...

He said, "I'll be right down."

"Right down,"
like it's some kind of a goddamn joke.

But I'm a...

I'm a dozen feet away, and I... I...

I just stand there.

Listen to me.

You couldn't save him.

You could not save him.

- Hey, honey, you ready?
- Just about.

What's going on with that tie?
You need some help?

Come here.

I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

I... I don't know what to say.

You do know.

You just speak from your heart.

But, you know,
fear is a part of everything,

but so is getting through it.

Lord Jesus Christ,

by your three days in the tomb,

you hallowed the graves
of all who believe in you

and made the grave a sign of hope

that promises resurrection
even as it claims our mortal bodies.

Grant that your children may sleep here
in peace

until you awaken them to glory,

for you are the resurrection and the life.

Then will they see you face to face,

and in your light, will see light

and know the splendor of God,
for you live...

Sheldon?

I don't think she's coming.

It's funny.

You never really know anybody
until they're gone, do you?

That's when it's all stripped away, the...

the lies that... that...
that hold you together, that blind you,

blind you from seeing...

Sheldon?

...the truth... ...you don't wanna see.

Shel?

Sheldon!

- Sheldon!
- Somebody get a doctor!

Then will they see you face-to-face

and know the splendor of God.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Today we bury my friends.

I knew them as Briggs,

Vera,

and Barry.

They weren't their powers.
They weren't their uniforms.

They were people.

And I'm sorry they're gone.

I'm sorry I failed them.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more,

couldn't be more.

We're all reaching for something,
and we keep falling short of it.

But not Briggs,

not Vera and not Barry.

They achieved it.

They died heroes.

And I envy them.

- So sorry.
- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you.
- Say hello to your mom.

Hey. You did good out there, B.

How you doing? You okay?

She's alive. That's how.

I won't forget
the reason she's still here.

You did the right thing.

Thank you.

Bye.

How are they holding up?

They saw Barry.
They saw it on the news, and

- they didn't blur it out or cover it up.
- Jesus.

I want them to forget. Ask your uncle?
He can go inside their heads and erase it.

Like they never saw it.
They won't have to remember him that way.

Karen,

he doesn't do that,

especially not to kids.

Excuse me. Mrs. Bishop.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

Boys over at the precinct
took up a collection.

- Uh, it ain't much, but, uh...
- Thank you.

Least we could do.

Anything you need, Karen,
you let me know, okay?

There's too many funerals.

Us and you.

We're doing our best.

I know you guys are too.

Eh, there's doing,
and then there's getting it done.

Ought to line them all up,
pop them one by one,

just like you did Blackstar.

Hole in the head. Problem solved.

Half the people were patting him
on the back for killing Blackstar.

Fitz too.
He wasn't even trying to hide it.

How about that cop
that Brandon was talking to?

These guys
are supposed to be upholding the law,

not campaigning for mass executions.

- I thought we were having a conversation.
- Oh.

You were handling it fine by yourself.
You're good at that.

I'm not Walt. I can't read your mind.

I don't know. What do you want, Sheldon?
The world isn't the way you want it to be.

You made that pretty clear
at the press conference.

I couldn't stand there anymore, Grace.

These people have no idea
what they're asking.

You cannot control everything!
You have to stop.

I mean, if you clamp down on this
the way you clamped down on the kids...

We don't kill, ever, no exceptions.

You know what?
If there weren't exceptions,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation right now,

because we'd be buried
next to Brandon's friends.

Sheldon, the supervillains
are changing the rules.

I don't know why the hell
they can't have a nurse in here

to keep an eye on him.

We're paying them enough.

I could do with a nurse or two myself.

Can you shut it off for five minutes,
Hutchence? This isn't a joke.

I wasn't joking.
I could use a nurse.

- When's the last time a doctor came by?
- An hour ago.

Yes, and he said the same thing
as the last one an hour before that.

If there was something they could do,
they would do it. We just have to wait.

You have to do that on his bed?
Go play on a table.

I don't tell you
to stop wearing a hole in the floor.

You don't tell me where to play cards.

Get those cards off his bed,
or I'll do it for you.

You try it, and I'll throw you
out the goddamn window.

George!

Sorry, Jane.

No, Dad!

Find the boat.

Gather your crew.

Sheldon. Sheldon?

Sail to the island and save America.

Get the doctor. Go!

Okay. All right.
You're in the hospital. All right?

You had a seizure at the service.

I'm alive?

You gave us a good scare,
I'll tell you what.

You're here.

You're with us, all right?
You're in the hospital.

I saw something.

What did you see?

An island.

I think it was...

I think it was some kind of a m... message.

A message?

A message from who, Shel?

From Dad.