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Will you not be coming back to see me?

I have to bring Circe back to the US,

find out what's going on here.

Why she tried to kill you.

Do you not think it's best to just...

bong!

We say, "Bang."

But it doesn't sound like bang.

It sounds like "Bong."

- Bong! - Bang.

- Bong! - No, bang.

No, we can't kill her.

It's not the way we do things in America.

The Internet says otherwise.

Well, it's not how we should do things.

You're such a good man.

I have such feelings for you, Richard Flag.

I have to go.

Where is the Weasel?

We all know your boss has enough problems

after being caught using human beings as cannon fodder.

Does she really need the hell I am about to rain down

upon this place for refusing to let me see my client?

Ugh, Elizabeth. I told you.

- That he's sick. - Yes.

- Sick, how? - I don't know.

Stomach something.

He's been coughing up hairballs.

You are a terrible liar.

I'm not lying.

What happened to your leg?

Well, I was fighting off an alien invasion.

Fine. Don't tell me.

- Oh. - You mother...

Even though you got us into some trouble over there,

you're good at this.

If the need comes up for this type of group again,

I hope you'll be a part.

I didn't realize I had a choice.

Why is she looking at him like that?

Who is he?

Rick Flag.

General Boy Scout.

He and I fought together in Jarhanpur some moons ago.

Did you see the way she looks at him?

She loves him.

She loves his handsome, stupid face.

Well, okay.

A bearded face.

Able to grow hair.

All right.

Well, I showed you what you paid for.

This is where The Bride is.

We better land before they spot us.

- You're judging me. - What?

For not being able to grow hair on my face.

As if that makes me some sort of baby-man.

Uh...

What are you talking about, bud?

I don't even know...

Hey!

Mind your own business!

John.

Hey!

Stop that! Let him go.

General, where did you take this man?

- Man? - Yes, man.

- Who are you? - My name is Elizabeth Bates.

I'm an attorney with the Freedom Project,

representing John Doe.

John Doe.

That's not his real name.

We don't know his real name.

You don't know his real name because he can't talk.

No... I mean, yes.

Well, where he was is classified.

My client is innocent.

I thought he killed 27 children.

Where'd he go?

Stop, police!

- He was accused of. - And convicted.

- And unfairly convicted... - Okay.

...of killing eight children, not 27.

Oh. Then he's a saint.

There's no real evidence.

I've been waiting for him for three days.

Fine.

Take him.

She here yet?

I'll make you feel pain like you never knew existed!

I'll kill your whole family!

Leave her be, boys.

Nice to meet you, Circe.

My name is Amanda Waller.

You have no right to keep me here.

What are the charges?

We're charging you with first degree witchie-poo

and Maleficent in the second degree.

Oh, and Bette Midler in that one movie in the third degree.

That's an actress, John.

That's not a character's name.

He's talking about Hocus Pocus.

Again, not a character.

I'll kill you.

As I understand it,

you can't cast spells

as long as your hands are restrained.

So you're just another redheaded waif

in an inappropriately revealing outfit.

Go to hell.

Why do all you supervillains

need to be so sexed up all the time?

You like that, John?

I mean, sort of.

It's a little thirsty.

You've found yourself in the middle

of an international incident, Red.

So you help me, I help you.

What were you doing in Pokolistan?

Trying to save your worthless lives.

Come on, she tried to kill us.

Save our lives, exactly how?

From that princess bitch, Rostovic.

I was trying to kill her

to save the world.

Oh, come on.

I know it's hep to be a superhero these days,

but your resume doesn't exactly back up

the Glinda the Good Witch routine.

All I see here are murder and assault charges.

Even the devil doesn't want to see the world dying.

And we should believe you, why?

I will show you...

the future, Amanda Waller.

Do you want to see it?

Or perhaps you want to stay a pig

in the slop of your own ignorance.

Show me, how?

I told you about Rostovic.

If you want to see for yourself, join me.

She's full of it.

According to her file, she's possibly clairvoyant.

Which one is that again?

Reading minds?

- No, seeing the future. - Oh.

With her hands restrained, she can't cast spells,

but she might be able to...

What?

Get into your head.

Don't do it, Waller.

I'm just hoping that one of these photographs

might provoke some type of reaction in...

No, no, no, no.

Don't.

Jesus, John.

Huh?

Do any of these photographs mean anything to you?

Over here! Over here! Pass, come on!

Over here! I'm open!

Hey, what's that?

Whoa! Is that a groundhog?

That ain't no groundhog.

No way. Too big.

Come here, boy. Come here.

Look what I got.

Fetch, get it.

Your mom's gonna kill you if she knows you're feeding it.

What? It's hungry.

I got an apple.

Oh, boy.

Time's up.

I'm going to figure this out, John.

- You ready? - For what?

Ahhh!

What the hell was that?

- Waller? - I don't know.

She's obviously pulling some sort of Jedi mind trick on you.

I don't know.

- It seemed... - What?

Legitimate.

- Come on. - Really?

There's no freaking way.

Who are you calling?

So?

All my research says Circe

is, in fact, legitimately clairvoyant.

On Themyscira, it's taken as fact.

Oh, and now we're taking Themyscira as fact?

Dude, it's a real place.

We know that now.

I know it's a real place, but what kind of place is it?

An island of all women? Come on.

Ten years ago, Circe warned the women of the island.

And yes, they are all women.

Sign me up, right?

She warned of a tsunami that was going to kill thousands.

Many, but not all of the islanders took refuge inland.

A major tsunami did indeed hit

within an hour of what Circe predicted.

Those who took refuge survived.

Those who did not, did not.

Since then, her talents have fallen,

more often, on the less altruistic side.

And why do you think what she just did to me

isn't on the less

altruistic side?

She's clairvoyant.

She's not able to imagine futures.

I don't see how what she showed you

could be anything other than genuine.

- Oh, come on. - Flag.

Gather the Commandos and head back to Pokolistan.

To do what?

To kill the princess.

You have to be kidding me.

What the... Who even are you, again?

Aisla MacPherson.

Dr. MacPherson

is a tenured professor at Terrebone University.

And the world's leading scholar on Themyscira.

A place where no outsider has ever set foot

because anyone who tries is killed.

Why are you wasting time?

Argh! If Circe is so clairvoyant,

why didn't she know that Weasel was gonna

beat the crud out of her? Or that Phosphorus was gonna

burn her damn face off.

Clairvoyants usually don't have control over what bits

of the future they see, General.

Oh, that's convenient.

John, contact the Pokolistani Embassy.

Tell them we have information of another credible threat

- against the Princess. - Waller, stop!

Now that we've gained their trust,

it should be easy to get the Commandos inside

and neutralize her.

Stop it, damn it!

Are you telling me the United States is now

in the business of executing people

for crimes they haven't committed yet?

The United States is in the business of

saving the damn world by any means necessary.

Please, Amanda.

- Amanda? - Listen to me.

I'm telling you, I've met this woman.

- This isn't her... - Bumping uglies with someone

doesn't mean you're infallibly able

to know a person's character, General.

- I didn't... - Oh, now,

don't lie to me, Flag.

I'm not doing this. I'm out.

So, what now?

We find a leader who's less whiny, little bitch,

and more just bitch.

Ugh.

Ah, so glad to be back home to the sweet smell of...

What is this today?

Hyena vomit?

What, are we supposed to be buddies now?

I think so.

Look, creature from the black buffoon,

I'm just saying, this ain't enough for me, is it?

I'm a big boy.

I'm hungry.

I've been on a long flight.

What you lookin' at, Manic Panic?

Give her back her food.

Hey there, give me that.

There you go. Now everyone's happy, right?

Except for you.

Because you no longer have food,

and you're ugly.

And this one because he no longer has a jaw.

- He also might be dead. - Bride.

Right, I know. Back into the hole.

No. You're leading the team back to Pokolistan.

Nina, Phosphorus, Weasel,

get ready to leave.

Yes, listen, I need to talk to the princess.

The Princess Ilana. Ilana Rostovic.

Is she there?

I no speak English. Call back.

No, listen! The princess's life is in danger.

Thank you. To call back, though, yes!

No! It's a matter of life or death.

Muerta! How do you say...

Damn it!

Huh?

What the...

Huh?

You think she'll love you?

She'll never love you.

Huh? Ah!

Don't move.

I'm gonna guess your eyeball

isn't as bulletproof as the rest of you.

I should be the one screaming here.

You attacked me for no reason.

For no reason?

And now I'm stuck here on your back

in an incredibly uncomfortable position.

I ought to blow your brains out

just so I can get down.

I'm laughing.

I heard you! It's unconvincing.

You think she'll love you?

She'll never love you.

Who? The Princess?

Now you call her...

Your princess?

Is that your pet name for her?

Dear God, I can't believe this is happening to me.

She isn't your bride.

She's my bride.

Oh. The Bride.

Who else would I be talking about,

you DILFy piece of shit?

Listen to me.

The Bride and I have nothing going on between us.

She's not my type.

And I'm not hers.

- Okay? - She's everyone's type!

And so are you.

Well, thank you, but no.

Now, can I please come down?

You promise to stop attacking me so we can talk?

You want a coffee or something?

I'll have tea.

That is a beautiful story.

What a beautiful love you share with this Princess.

Well, I wouldn't say it's exactly love.

Oh, it is love.

But she isn't the person this Circe says she is.

I can't just stand by while she's murdered in cold blood.

No, not with this great love at stake.

- Okay. - The two of you,

like Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in Titanic.

Have you seen that movie?

- Yeah. - Oh, not many people have.

But at this point, I have trouble distinguishing

between you and Leo.

Okay.

Which one of you is king of the world?

Leo.

Okay.

My love is also great.

But more like When Harry met Sally...

Have you seen that movie?

I have, yeah.

They want to come together.

Everyone knows they should be together.

They love each other so much that, one day,

in the middle of a restaurant, Sally looks at Harry

and is so overcome with passion,

she has a pleasure mess in her pants.

I don't think that's exactly what's happening in that scene.

My bride, she plays these little fetch me games,

but she knows inside, as I do,

that we are destined to be together.

Right.

So, maybe, we can help each other.

Best friends.

What?

Why did you help me in the cafeteria?

I owed you for almost getting you killed.

Oh.

Well, I...

When you put it that way, we're not exactly even.

I mean, I almost wound up dead.

I'm not sure getting my gross food back makes up for that.

They want us to kill the Princess.

Why?

Says, It's on a need to know basis and...

we don't need to know.

Have you ever killed anyone before?

Sure. You?

Do I seem like I've killed somebody?

Not really.

Are you going to kill the Princess?

Eh. One less human.

More room for the monsters to roam.

Look at that.

Look at that. Look at that.

Look, over there!

Come on. Come on.

What the hell?

Hey, look.

Somebody left the back of the school open.

Let's go!

We'll get in trouble.

Not if no one finds out.

Oh, no.

Our grades.

Whoa!

Glug, glug, glug.

Oh, I'm so drunk.

Come on. Over here! Over here!

I don't know what the hell it was.

Some type of damn werewolf.

He took the kids into the school.

I think he's gonna kill 'em.

Okay, okay.

We'll be there as soon as we can, sir.

Well, hurry the hell up.

Ugh! Okay.

I don't know, sounds like some kind of whack job, but...

Georgie, door.

Ahh!

What are you so afraid of, child?

And what's that thing done to you?

Yeah, whoa!

You, stop! Get away from them kids.

Where'd he go?

Hey, it's got a kid.

Stop, police!

There. I see it.

Ah!

I wonder what he's dreaming about.

Probably just chasing squirrels.