02x05 - We Gotta Go Now

They want us to believe that Vought superheroes are the only answer.

What else are they lying to us about?

A-Train, you're out.

- Out of what?
- Out of the Seven.

MAEVE: I ended the relationship when I met you.

Stop f*cking lying to me.

And you love her?

We shouldn't feel so calm or
safe. So, what are we gonna do?

Cross our fingers that Homelander's gonna save us?

I'm the face of the Seven.

I'm just trying to help.

MYRON: Ain't you supposed to be a hero?

LIBERTY: I am a hero.

VALERIE: That's Liberty.

William Butcher?

I found Becca.

BUTCHER: I'm gonna get you the f*ck out of here.

- I'm not leaving.
- Becca, you and me...

- we could disappear.
- I have a son!

He's a f*cking Supe freak.


♪ ♪






Here! I'm here!




Looks like you saved me, Red.

No, you saved us.

If you hadn't broken into that DHS mainframe...

True. I am a hell of a hacker... but I'm no hero.

You are a hero in lots of ways.

What do you mean?

You're not afraid to live your life.

To be who you really are.

Me, I'm...

I'm afraid to... to show the world who I am.


So who are you, Maeve?

I'm a lot like you.

I'm gay.


We have to keep moving.

And... cut!

- Brilliant.

Yes, that was absolutely brilliant.

Gang, let's check that.

And, ladies and gents, it is a wrap for today!

Good job, people.

- That was so great.

Let's hit it hard in the a.m., people, thank you.

WOMAN: That's a wrap, people!

Hey, Marty, play that back, please.

- You enjoying this?
- Yeah.

This new Joss rewrite really sings, huh?

When are you going to stop torturing me?

Don't know what you're talking about.

If I promise to never see her again, will you stop?

But, Maeve, you're in love.

It's beautiful.

Elena's good for you,

and I'm not gonna let you throw that away.

Not now, not ever.

I mean, that would be cruel.

- Can I have a word?
- Come on.

- Sir, please?
- Oh, look at this.

Look at these strong female lesbians. Hmm?

I'm inspired.

- You inspired?
- Ooh, yeah.

Girls get it on.

Done. Girls get it done.

- They sure do, Ashley.
- In-in private.

Sir, please. It's urgent.
















So, what, they're all starving but one of them's got a f*cking cell phone?

- Uh, you know,

I really wish you had cleared this with me

- before you went over there.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

I don't have to clear sh1t with you, Ashley.

I saw a chance for an easy win, and I took it.

- How many views?
- Well, they posted last night, we scrubbed it minutes later.

- But that's forever, and there's been some-some blowback.


All right, fine, fine, fine.

So, what, I-I'm down a-a point?

Point and a half? Two?

[CLEARS THROAT] No, nine and a half.

Nine and a half?

Nine... nine and a half?



CROWD [CHANTING]: Homelander kills!

What, th-they're f*cking protesting...

- Homelander kills!
- ...me?

Oh, my God, th-they're pro... they're protesting me?

They've been at the Tower all afternoon.

Why didn't you f*cking say something?

Goddamn it.

Don't these f*cking ingrates realize

I killed that asshole for them.

What do they think "Saving America" f*cking means, anyway?

Well, PR is drafting a response as we speak.

Acknowledgment, apology, action.

No, no, no, no. Apology?


You schedule a press conference, and-and I'll clean it up myself.

Uh, well, Mr. Edgar... and Legal would like your official position to be "no comment" at this time.

[SHUDDERED BREATHS] Please, no press until the crisis team has an actionable strategy.



Hey, I'm with you.

f*ck these maxi pad-wearing ingrate hicks, but, you know, there's a way to handle it.

I do not need your f*cking help.

Sure. You seem to be doing so well on your own.

Well, I'm here when you want me.



♪ ♪



♪ ♪

♪ ♪






Hello, hello. Hughie?

HUGHIE: Hey, hey. Hi, hi.

Sorry, thought, uh, I was getting your voice mail.

That why you called five times?

No, I just thought you should know

Liberty, that Supe that Raynor was looking into, turns out it's Stormfront.

Vought changed her name, they've been moving her around like a f*cking Catholic priest.

- Right.
- Um...

she probably murdered Raynor.

Annie's trying to figure out why, but... you know, who the f*ck knows.

Well... as long as Starlight's on the job, we're sorted then, yeah?

I'm not... I'm not mad, you know.

What you mean?

I-I just want you to know that, um... yes, you are leaving us holding the bag on this shitshow,

but I want you to know that I-I get it.

It's, uh, Becca.

I'd do the same thing.

I'm not mad.

Well... wouldn't matter if you were.

Uh, how is she?

Lovelier than the day I met her.


- Where are you?

Heading off grid.

Argentina, maybe.

Early retirement.


Yeah, what?

You could've said goodbye.

I know we've been through some sh1t together.

You were... you were always like my canary, I suppose.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Hughie.
- Your canary...




CLAIRE: On your feet, soldier.

Take me home to Lallybroch.

HUGHIE: What are you watching?

A show called Eat My Dick.


Have you seen Frenchie or Kimiko?

No. No, not... for a while. Why?

[QUIETLY]: f*ck.

Uh, listen, I just got off the phone with Butcher and I think something might be wrong.

Like really, really wrong.

What would make you think that?

He was nice and...

...called me his canary?

Tell me everything he said.


Agent Pearson, sir.


Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes.

Agent Cruz, I thought we'd lost you.

I got by with a little help from a friend.

PEARSON: Huh, so?

Good news or bad?

Yeah, I'd say that's good news.

BOURKE: And now the CG mutants approach.

PEARSON: And there's the bad news.

There's no way we can restore the grid if we don't get that flash drive to the Tower.

But how are you gonna get through all of them?

STARLIGHT: Don't worry.

Girls get it done.

And cut on rehearsal. No one move.

- No one move. No one move.
- MAN: Cut on rehearsal!

- Starlight. I'm not touching.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- But can you just take a step?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so keep going closer.

Can you mark her closer to Stormfront?

Let's mark her, please.

And let's just pretend...

like you like her, okay?


[LAUGHING]: Okay, if I have to.

Okay. Okay, good stuff.

Let's try one for that. All right, good.

We should've shot that.

I mean, clearly you like me.

You've been eye-fucking me like a lovesick stangirl all day.

Why is that?

I don't know. I think that you're a good actor.

And I just, I feel like a friggin' fembot up there.

[CHUCKLES] You know...

BOURKE: Everybody, can we please stand by to roll.

Let's try to make our day.

- How about that? Okay.
- Thank you.

♪ Extra, Extra. ♪

And turning now to superhero news, former Seven member the Deep surprised everybody last week

when he married Cassandra Schwartz, an anthropology professor at Vassar, in an intimate ceremony.

- Now, the couple has asked...
- Banana saltwater taffy.

God bless.

Ron can't live without it.



- Hello, Judy.
- WOMAN: Who's this?

He's my nephew.



For Christ's sake, Billy, you got to ring your mum.

Where's my boy?

Your mum and dad are flying over, you know.

Your mum's worried to death about you.


You tell 'em no.

It'd be a waste of a perfectly good plane ticket.

JUDY [SIGHS]: Your father's quite ill.

The cancer's spreading fast.

Yeah, well, not fast enough.

I ain't seeing 'em. Now, where's me boy?


Oi, Terror.

You little rascal, eh?

Look at you, you little fucker.

You haven't changed a day.

How's about you and me go for a little stroll then, eh?


Come on.

So this is what it all comes to, eh?

Metamucil and ringing our dicks out for a few drops of piss.


I used to think that you, me and Becca would grow old together.

Bloody stupid.

Turns out she don't...


[SIGHS] What the f*ck was any of it for?


There he is, there's my guy.

Looking spectacular, as always.

- How we doing?
- Good.

- Feel good?
- Yeah. Uh...

Are you ready, huh?
You ready for this...

this big f*cking scene today?

Yeah, well, that's-that's basically what I wanted to talk to you about.

- Great. Yeah.
- 'Cause I did a little bit of a rewrite and I want you to take a look.

- Wow.


What a... lot of work.

Yeah, I...

I just felt like the dialogue was a little... off.

You know, A-Train...

- would never say any of this sh1t.
- Right.

And you definitely just don't need that giant expo dump at the end.

Your... big farewell speech?


Honestly, I think it's better if we just leave it open-ended.

- Okay.
- You know what I mean?

Uh, where we can just play it in looks and just not a whole bunch of words.

- Right.
- Maybe make it more of a question.

Like, is A-Train really leaving the Seven?

- Yeah.
- We don't know.

- We don't know.
- We don't know.


Yeah, I think we're just gonna go ahead and do the scene as scripted.

But thank you for putting all this thought into it, right, it shows you got a lot of heart.

Take that heart, put it in the scene.

All right, good stuff.

I'm not doing it.


I'm not doing this shitty scene.

Well... [CHUCKLES]

That is way above my pay grade.

Bring that up with Ashley.

Right? Right.

Ooh, by the way.

I got the crew a Vietnamese crêpe truck.

They make a gluten-free banh xeo.

It is... [INHALES] fantastic.

You're going to be great, baby.

- Where are we going?
- WOMAN: Oh,

we need to see you in Wardrobe.


You look so happy. I hardly recognize you.

Katie, I'm in love, you know, to an extraordinary woman

I'm now blessed to call my wife.

- Ah, that-that's really nice.

Well, let's address the elephant in the room.

Shall we?

Well, you know, I'm-I'm glad you asked, because, uh, yeah, you know,

Kevin here has had some issues in the past.

But people grow.

And if you could see the letters that he writes me.

I mean, you would know what a beautiful soul he has.

Oh, thank you.

Well, she's only saying that

'cause I make her breakfast in bed, so...

- [LAUGHS] Oh, stop.
- French toast.


So, you are both members of the Church of the Collective.

- Mm-hmm.
- [IN RUSSIAN] It's not realistic.

Alexander Hamilton wasn't no Puerto Rican.

That's the point.

It's a metaphor for the immigrant experience in America.

But he was a white guy.


You know what's really good?

Dear Evan Hansen.

[IN ENGLISH] Can we help you?


[IN RUSSIAN] She's just a girl.

Show her a picture of kittens or some sh1t.


How 'bout I show her my m*therf*ckin' dick?


Bitch ain't right in the head.



Holy sh1t!






♪ ♪

JUDY: Oi, Billy.

You should've told me you were bringing company.

Oi, who's this one remind you of?

Isn't he the spitting of Lenny?


Thought you were retiring.

Argentina, right?

I am.

What are you doing here?

Well, Hughie heard a dog toy on the phone.

And I know you keep Terror at your aunt's, so...

Brilliant as ever.

Time to go.

Come help us with Stormfront.

Came all this way for that, did you?

No, we... we came 'cause we're worried.

Your c**t sense tingling, is it?

Well, don't you worry... I'm sorted.

Where's Becca, man?


What's he talking about?

Waiting for me at the Hampton Inn.

- So...

lots of thanks, time to piss off.

We're not going anywhere.


JUDY [CLEARS THROAT, CHUCKLES]: Just so you know, that's Terror's girlfriend.

- What?
- His f*ck pig.




Black Noir's here.


MOTHER'S MILK: It wasn't us... we were cautious.

We swapped cars, no toll roads.

It's not you. It's me.

He must've tracked me from Becca's.

JUDY: Billy, what's this all about?

It's complicated.

Becca's not with me.

You... couldn't get her out?

She didn't want out.

I'll explain everything, but right now we're in a little bit of trouble.

I'm sorry, Judy. I shouldn't have come.

Okay, maybe... maybe we can make a run for it.

Just get to the car.

No, he moves faster than a car.

But if he wants to kill us... he'll have to do it with an audience.


MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: This is the fire department.

A natural gas leak has been reported.

Everyone out of your homes.

I repeat, a gas leak has been reported...

Nice one, M.M.

Let's hope they stay a while.

Ma'am, do you have any nails, ball bearings, electrical wiring, pressurized aerosol products.

I need a can about this big.

Really appreciate it.

STORMFRONT: Team Britney, .

- Remember the meltdown?

Oh, ooh, yeah, that...

But, you know...

You're a firecracker.

- Mom?


Oh, you-you-you look so pretty.


- What are you doing here?
- I-I'm in town.

I've been texting you for days.

I-I-I wasn't trying to ambush you, I promise.

Did you get any of the Vietnamese crêpes?

'Cause they're dope.

No, no, no, I'm good. Thanks.

Your mom was telling me about the hero pageants you used to do.



My mom would never let me.

Adele did not go in for that sort of thing.

I had to do all my speeches to a brush in the mirror.

I like this one.

Mom, this isn't a great time.

I-I know that you're busy, but you don't have to entertain me, I promise.

I-I wanted to see you, sweetheart.

I... I miss you.



I think that this is something that we need to discuss in private.

Donna, can I tell her?

- Tell me what?
- Look, your mom is so sorry about the Compound V, and she understands that keeping that a secret really hurt your relationship.

Yeah, and that I-I used you as a trophy to make myself feel important.

I know that now.

Why are you talking to a stranger about our relationship?

She's not a stranger.

She's your teammate.


Annie, the-the whole world knows about Compound V.

I mean, lots of parents did what I did.

I... I'm hoping that you'll... that you'll forgive me.

Please forgive me, Annie.

This is not the time or the place for this.

Look, everyone is upset about Compound V.

I mean, someone was so upset, they leaked it to the press.

Can you imagine how angry that person is?

Whoever they are?

I'll let you two hash it out, but I just think... if it was me, I'd be grateful to have a mom like Donna.

Honey, please?

I need to get back to set.

Do you need someone to drive you back to your hotel?

No, I'll-I'll-I'll get a cab.

[QUIETLY]: Okay.

SETH: Okay, now, Queen Maeve, a goddess, but our Empress of the Otherworld struggles inside.

Questions of identity rock her to her core.

- Until she meets...
- Elena.

The connection is immediate, all-consuming.

A sweet sapphic love blossoms, raising Maeve's consciousness and revealing her own inner truth.

She's gay, and it's okay.

- It's...
- Powerful.

She's more than just a superhero now.

She is a symbol.

Representation matters.

She's #BraveMaeve.

We're recommending a multipronged image makeover.

First, guest spots on Queer Eye.

Then, an exclusive "It Gets Better" PSA.

Kimberly Peirce might direct.

Grand marshals at the New York and Chicago Pride, because you are two proud lesbians.


You know Maeve is bi, right?

ASHLEY: Yeah, you know what?

I just feel like lesbian is a bit of an easier sell.

A bit more cut-and-dry.

- Now, for Elena...
- Me?

You're going to love it, yeah.

Why am I a part of this sh1t?

We are going with a polished, tailored look.


- That looks like menswear.
- Pew research shows that two feminine women in a relationship sends a problematic message.

Yeah, this isn't Penthouse Forum.

SETH: Americans are more accepting of gays when they're in a clear-cut gender role relationship.

- Like Ellen and Portia.
- ELENA: Okay.

Let's get one thing straight.

I have no interest in being in a public relationship.

Oh, you will be compensated.

I am not for sale.


You're not going to say anything?


- I'll fix this.
- Yeah.


Elena, wait.

If they want a lesbian Ken doll, they can find someone else.

I am going to cash in my vacation days and go stay with my sister.

No. You can't do that.

Why? I'm not under contract.

This is Homelander.

Okay? And he's f*cking with me.

And if you go out there,

Elena, there is nowhere you can go that he won't find you.



I can't protect you if you leave.

But what are we gonna do?


We're gonna take that m*therf*cker down.

- You trust me?
- Yeah.



Is this right?

Just like Home Alone except way less delightful.



It ain't right.

What's going on?

That ninja c**t's here for me, isn't he?

Yeah, but you can't go out there... he'll kill you.

[SCOFFS] So...

So that's it?

Expecting a happy ending, were we?

Well, I'm sorry, Hughie.

It ain't that kind of massage parlor.

Now, I can keep him busy for a little while, yeah?

Give you lot a chance to leg it.

I'm knackered.

I could use a little lie-down.

f*ck you.

What, am I supposed to be impressed

by this blaze of glory jerk-off sh1t?

Guess not.

You don't think I thought about cashing it in after Robin?

'Cause I do.


A lot.

But I don't.


And the thing that kills me is that your wife is alive.

She just doesn't want you, that's all.

Say that again.

So you don't have sh1t.

Welcome to the f*cking club.

I mean, come on, what do, what do any of us have besides...?

Who the f*ck asked you to come here?


I don't need your help.

Jesus, you're f*cking pathetic.

You're so scared of being alone, Hughie.

First you latch onto Robin, then Starlight, and now me.

Well, you know what, son?

I ain't interested.

Look, just get out of the f*cking way.

Don't make me move you.

You can move him, but good luck with me.


Que se passe-t-il ?

She wanted the job.

You have her doing hits?

The Albanians have her doing hits.

I'm just a girl getting ten percent.

- You...
- [QUIETLY]: I'm sorry, pumpkin, but I told you, she's no kitten.

She can make her own choices.


How is this stopping Stormfront?

I know you blame yourself for your brother,

I know the rage you feel, but this... this is not the way.

This is poison for your soul.

I know.

Come with me, mon coeur.

I got my own baby brother killed!

He was the only thing that mattered to me!

Stop trying to help me!

I don't want your help!

I don't understand what you're saying because you won't teach me!

f*ck this.

f*ck you.

Go be a monster.

DEEP: Remember when you were young

and the world was full of possibilities?

Before all the mistakes,

heartbreaks and disappointments?

What if you could go back to the way things were?

I used to be angry, insecure and unsure.

But thanks to the Church of the Collective,

I now know the kind of man I want to be.

The kind of man who calls out injustice

- when he sees it.
- WOMAN: Stop.

- MAN: Come on.
- Hey, dude.

That's not cool.

The kind of man who stands up for what's right.

Come on, guys, knock it off.

The kind of man who sees the potential in all of us.

So join us at the Church of the Collective, and be the person you were always meant to be.


That's a bunch of bullshit.

STORMFRONT: Didn't used to be.

Church used to mean something.

Oh, what, are you a member?

I was, long time ago.


That place used to be pure.

And then they just started letting all kinds of people in, you know?

I don't know.

So, why don't you tell me?

Well, I think you do know.

Some people are quality and others are... garbage.

- MAN: We are rolling.

Oh, by the way,

I heard they're retiring you?

So unfair.

Do you have a problem?

Of course not. Why would you say that?


Can I have a word? Please?

Adam tells me you don't want to do the scene.

I just can't be a part of something I don't believe in.

Look, I know it's not easy losing your job. Okay?

When I got fired, I tindered my way through Barcelona.

Everyone in that city ate my paella.

f*cked a guy with elephantiasis.

But I got through it, and so will you.

Yeah, but I'm still making it happen.

I mean, my A-Trainers sell how many f*cking pairs per year?

Look on the bright side... you served four years longer than Mr. Marathon.

Now, that is something, okay.

But... please.

Let me just... talk to Homelander.

We both know that's not a good idea.

I'm sorry.

I'm not saying the lines.

Okay, this can go one of two ways.

One: You leave the Seven with your dignity and your severance package intact.

Or two: You get fired for breaching your morality clause by shooting up Compound V and giving yourself a f*cking heart attack in the f*cking process.

It's your choice.

A-TRAIN: You know, the truth is...

I've been running my whole life.

Think it's time that I stay put for a while.

It's time I went home.

I know this is dawn of the Seven.

But it's sunset on A-Train.

It's been a good run.



Hey, dude. That was awesome.

Awesome? A-Dog, that was f*cking gold.

Buddy, look, I'm ready to move on, but how do you feel?

You want another one? Just let me know.

No, man, go ahead and move on.

All right, check it! Moving on!

Tiffany, we need you over at Mo-cap.

- MAN: Good day.
- TIFFANY: Yeah, going over there now.


NEUMAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Yes, it's true.

Vought has all the money and the power.

And we have, no offense, jack sh1t.

- MAN: We love you, Victoria!

But after Homelander's war crime...


...how can I stay quiet

and still look my daughter in the eyes?

I can't. I know you can't.

And guess what.

The House Judiciary can't either!


We are going to hold hearings

- on Vought and Compound V!

Yes! Yes!



Hey, everyone.

May I?

Thank you.

Congresswoman Neuman, everybody.

Isn't she great? Didn't you love that little

"Walk Like an Egyptian" dance she did online?

So fun.

I loved it.

But fun is not what we're here for, is it?

- No, no, no, no, no, f*ck.
- Let me just start by saying

how pleased I am to see you all here.

Everyone get the f*ck out! Get the f*ck out!

- f*ck you. Get out.
- ...that we live in a country

where all your voices can be heard.

I know that some of you are a little upset by that video online of me stopping the terrorist, and I just want you to know that I understand.

I'm upset, too.

I mean, come on, guys.

Nobody wants innocent people to get hurt.

Of course not.

But sadly, well, the bad guys, they don't think like us.

And so, sometimes... well, these things just happen.


MAN: Wait, this happened before?

- MAN : How many times?
- Well, no, h-hold on, guys.

My point is, we all have the same goals, don't we?

- To keep our country safe.

WOMAN: So American lives are the only ones worth protecting?

Of course not.

But if you've served with our amazing soldiers, like I have, you would know that freedom comes at a price.

You don't speak for us!

- MAN: Yeah, you don't speak for us!

You don't speak for us!

- You don't speak for us!
- You don't speak for us!

All right, all right.
Everyone just calm down.

Calm down. Let's not let your hearts

- get in the way of your heads.
- You don't speak for us!

[CHANTING]: You don't speak for us!

- Everyone just relax.
- You don't speak for us!

You don't speak for us!

- Calm down.
- You don't speak for us!

You don't speak for us!
You don't speak for us!

- You don't speak for us!
- MAN: f*ck Homelander!

CROWD: You don't speak for us!


♪ ♪

You don't speak for us!
You don't speak for us!

You don't speak for us!

All right.

You guys are the real heroes.

God bless you!

Love you guys!

You don't speak for us!
You don't speak for us!




You guys are all good.

- WOMAN: Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.




- It's time.
- Right, lads.

To the taffy room.

This is bollocks.


This is the taffy room?

An affordable alternative to privatized health care.

She's a dealer.


All right, everyone just calm down.

Calm down. Let's not let your hearts...

Oh, you f*cking...


You guys, you're the real heroes.


[LAUGHING]: You f*cking...


f*ck, f*ck. f*ck!


♪ ♪

No one ever said the job was easy.

MAN: Look, he's just a kid.

years old. You don't got to look him in the face.

STORMFRONT: Look, no one's ever achieved anything without sacrifice.

The kid's a hero.

Think of it like that.

Right. A hero.

- [QUIETLY]: Okay.


Come in!



Where do you get all these?

Oh, this is just the first batch.

I'll have Logan punch up the fear.


STORMFRONT: My meme-queen.

- So...
when you see it on your uncle's Facebook page, then you know it's working.










Um... can I ask you something?

[CHUCKLES] Well, suppose I got the time.

[QUIETLY]: Who's Lenny?

You said I looked like him?


Billy wouldn't want me to say.

f*ck Billy.

Lenny's his little brother.

Uh, Butcher... has a brother?


Skinny, nervous little bugger.

Like you.


Fourth grade.

Little w*nk*r named Dorian Savory breaks Lenny's nose.

Oh, Billy goes to work on him.

Was bringing the see-saw down on Dorian's noggin, wham, wham!

Probably gonna top him.

Kids, teachers trying to drag Billy away, but no... no good, not gonna happen,

Dorian's a goner.

And then Lenny steps in, face all bleeding, and leads Billy away easy, quiet as a lamb.

That was Lenny.

He had a way of making Billy not be...

[SIGHS] well, you know... Billy.

I think Billy needs someone like that, you know?


Where's Lenny now?

Oh, God rest his soul.

What happened?








♪ ♪


Whoa-whoa-whoa... [SHUSHING]

Easy, easy, Terror, easy. Easy.



M.M.! Come on, everybody, out!

Out the side door!

- Move!

HUGHIE: Butcher.

Get 'em out of here.

HUGHIE: Butcher, wait, wait, wait!

What are you...?

- Butcher! Butcher!

Butcher, what are you doing?!

Butcher, you don't...

Don't do this!



All right, you fucker.

Where are you?

So you want to take me on, do you?

Think you got the bollocks?

Well, come on, then...



What the f*ck are you doing?!

Get out of here!

Oi, gimp c**t!

Over here, gimp c**t!

I'm the one you want. Come here!






- You kill him... and you can kiss your f*cking career goodbye.

I got photos... of Vought's dirty little secret... my wife's son...

Homelander's son.

Now, you lay one f*cking finger on any of us, and those photos go out of the cloud and into Ronan Farrow's inbox.

And then the whole world will know that Homelander is nothing but a filthy f*cking rapist and Vought has been hiding his little laser-eyed b*st*rd.

Now, you c**ts went to a lot of trouble to keep that a secret.

I reckon you might want to keep it that way.



- ♪ Halle... ♪

EDGAR: Mr. Butcher.

- Oh, hello, c**t.
- How can I be sure you actually have the proof of which you speak?

BUTCHER: You can't.

Roll the dice, c**t.

I reckon he'd be more popular than Meghan and Harry's little sprog.

Here's my first and final offer.

That information never sees the light of day, and I'll call off Black Noir.

All right.

You got yourself a deal.

Want to shake on it?

Put Noir on.

Oi, missus wants a word.



Jesus Christ, Billy.


- M.M., you all right?
- I'm okay.


HUGHIE: Do you really have those pictures?

Of course I do.




They said there'd be food.

Well, this is food for your soul.

Go with love.

All right.


Maeve, oh, my God. Hi.

- What brought you here?
- Oh!

Wait, are you...?

Uh... do you want to check this out?

- Oh, f*ck no. No.
- Okay.

Listen, uh, we should talk.


If any of these Moonies are gonna help you get back in the Seven, and that's a big if, then you're gonna need a woman to...

tell everyone that you're not a complete piece of sh1t.

I could be that person for you.

Wait, you think I'm a piece of sh1t?

f*ck yeah.

The point is, I can help you.

If you help me.

- Hmm.
- P.A.: Yeah,

I've got Stormfront. Flying in.

WOMAN: I'll take the goi cuon.

Nah, no, the bun cha.

Does that have peppers?

Thank you.


♪ ♪


What are you doing in my trailer?

You know, you had no right to talk to my mother about personal sh1t.

What were you trying to prove?

Okay, sorry. Just trying to help.

She didn't just lie to me about Compound V, okay?

She lied to me about everything.

So don't try and broker some kind of peace between us, because I don't want it.

Wow, that-that...

I mean... that... is a performance.

Oh, my God, look, I'm, like, tearing up.

You don't suck, Starlight.

You are Tilda f*cking Swinton.

I know you leaked it.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Not as good.

Magic's gone.

I guess lightning really doesn't strike twice, huh?

Okay, whatever. You know what?

I need to get to set, so...

That hack-a-limb Gecko, yeah, he stole the V and then you... you leaked it to MSNBC.

Now, what do you think Vought's gonna feel when I tell them?

Well, how do you think the world will feel when I tell 'em that you used to be Liberty?


You are a special kind of poison flower, huh, going against your own people?

[SCOFFS] You mean f*cking white people?



Don't be racist.

Oh, my.

Oh, yes.

That is adorable.

I do like you.

You... you got spunk.

You're gonna be a big help to me.

- What the hell does that mean?

Come in!

- Hello, you two.


Not interrupting, am I?


Just between us girls, right, Starlight?


Yeah, that's right.

- See you around.
- Mm-hmm.


Can't wait to shoot our scene together.

Yeah, me, too.


What was that all about?

Are you girls friendly?

No, just running lines.

What's up?



- Five points.
- Ah.



Yeah, people are, uh, checking boxes like "patriotic" and, uh... "unwavering".


I owe you.

Well, what are you ever gonna do to repay me?


Well... here we are.

I'm sorry.

I almost threw in the towel like a bleeding twat.

We're harder than that, isn't we?

I will get your mum back.

I swear to God, I'll get your mum back.

Just take a little bit longer.

You hang in there. All right?

You be a good boy for Judy.


Yeah, that's a good lad.


I almost forgot.

I got you something.


...f*ck it.

- That's my boy.

I'll always protect you.

JUDY: Mmm.


You're all right

- for an old bat.
- Yeah, yeah.




Let's go.

♪ Every time ♪

♪ That I look in the mirror ♪

♪ All these lines on my face getting clearer ♪


♪ The past is gone ♪

♪ It went by ♪

♪ Like dusk to dawn ♪

♪ Isn't that the way ♪

♪ Everybody's got their dues ♪

- ♪ In life to pay ♪



Do it. You know you want to.

I'll cut you in half.

Come on.

Right here.

Don't be a pussy... laser my f*cking tits.


Oh, God, it f*cking hurts.


Don't stop.




I told you I don't break easy.



♪ Yeah, sing with me ♪

♪ Sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, it's just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away ♪

♪ Mm, dream on ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream until your dream come true ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream until your dream come true ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream until your dream come true ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, it's just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away ♪

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, it's just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away. ♪

♪ ♪