Peacemaker

Ricky spent his whole life in service of his country.

They sent him overseas in the back of a VW Bug

with a thousand fucking costumed clowns

to fight a giant starfish.

We all fucked up, Emilia.

We could have been accountants.

You know who did it?

Killed Ricky?

They won't let me see the files.

You know I can't answer that, sir.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I understand your desire to know, believe me.

I'd be the same.

He loved you, you know.

Your son loved a lot of women, General.

Rick. Call me Rick.

Your son loved a lot of women, Rick.

Yeah, but he loved you as a friend,

as well as whatever else.

That is different.

Really.

Yeah.

I hear Waller has it out for you.

Yeah, she put me on some shit detail in Evergreen.

Project Butterfly, sir.

- Rick. - Rick.

Well, I hope you know you'll always be family.

Ricky would've wanted that.

I'll look out for you best I can.

Thanks.

Now, I gotta go mingle with these assholes that Ricky couldn't fucking stand.

General...

Rick.

The person who did this...

that person, they'll pay.

I'll make sure of it.

Thanks, kid.

Testing, testing.

Yeah.

Everyone have eyes?

Ivory, check.

Maroon, check.

Aquamarine, check.

Fuchsia, check.

Target in sight.

Northwest corner of the park.

Fuchsia, take the shot when you can.

Fucker.

Our boy looks like he's expecting something.

Fuck.

Hey!

Yo, he just threw away our mic.

Fuchsia. Do you have a shot?

Bitch, get out of my line of sight.

I said "copacetic."

Yeah, I know you did.

It's the warning word, you dumb fuck.

I know. I need to know the truth about something.

Get the fuck out of here, Chris.

Did it mean anything?

Anything at all, what happened on the boat?

You were in the clear. Ads saved you,

and then you keep some sort of dimensional portal bullshit

- in your house. And now this? - That isn't an answer, Emilia.

Get the fuck out of here.

Did I mean anything at all to you in that way?

That's all I came here to ask.

Kids are clear. Should we go in?

Not all the way,

but block any path out.

I can't even trust you to stay away when I warn you.

Your ego is so fucking big,

you somehow think that you can get out of this,

but you can't.

You can't. You are fucked.

- You are so fucked! - Why won't you even answer the question?

Did I mean--

No!

No. Okay?

I was drunk. I told you.

I wish it never fucking happened.

And Rick Flag Junior?

Should I take the shot?

- What? - Was there something between you?

Hold, Fuchsia. Ivory's already there.

Was I never even a consideration because...

He was my only friend.

You killed him, Chris. How could I possibly...

Ivory, go in. Now.

I get it.

Christopher Smith, this is ARGUS!

Put your hands above your head.

Hey, stop!

Fuchsia, take him out.

Fuck!

Come on, Smith.

Put down that adorable little fucker.

You don't need to do this shit.

Need to? I don't need to.

I'm just doing it 'cause I love it.

Take a step closer, Shaft.

Find out how much.

Shaft? You're complimenting me.

That's a novel strategy. Thank you.

- Fuchsia, stand down. - I can get the shot.

Stand the fuck down.

Another tranq dart could kill Kline.

He's locked into a turning pattern, Flag.

I have a clear shot,

but it's fatal.

Point-zero-zero-two percent chance of error.

Maroon...

take the shot.

Maroon, hold the shot!

What the--

Target down!

Damn, you got some moves, girl.

You got in my shot.

She's lucky it worked.

Same old Emilia.

Leota speaking.

Why, yes, sir. That is my ad.

He saw my ad!

Yes, sir, that's right.

My many employees and I are very discreet.

Excuse me?

Yes, the silhouette in the ad is based upon myself, sir.

Right, no.

My head is not square. That is a hat.

I famously wear many styles of hats

as a part of my... mystique and-- and branding.

Well, yeah, I can wear a hat when we meet, if that's what you like, sure.

Yes.

What?

Do I do what?

Greek?

Well, yeah.

We actually specialize in Greek at...

Adebayo Security Consultants.

Why, yes. Thank you, sir.

I look forward to meeting you tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.

Yeah, just text me your address, and I will see you then.

Okay.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

I just got my first gig.

But... when it comes to security, do you know what "Greek" means?

He asked me if I did Greek.

- When it comes to security? - Right.

No clue.

But when it comes to prostitution it means butt-fucking.

- What? - Yeah.

No offense, but it sounded like you and that guy

were having a prostitution conversation.

- Sweet baby Jesus. - Hey.

Don't worry about me.

I never kill prostitutes.

Their lives are hard enough.

Only johns.

I'm not a prostitute, Adrian.

- Okay, sure. - Geez!

I just heard her having a prostitution conversation.

Where'd you go, bird?

Where'd you go?

I fucking had him.

Why did you take him down?

The point was to find the dimensional rift?

You thought we were gonna do that with Peacemaker dead?

So, you disobey a direct order?

What order?

Staying down while I take my shot.

Nobody told me to stand down, bitch, and you better back the fuck off!

- I "better"? - You got complaints, take 'em to HR.

I made a judgment call.

'Sup, John.

I barely know him.

He's acting very familiar.

- There surveillance in here? - No.

What the fuck did you do?

Did you just poke me?

You set up Peacemaker to get your job back?

In the text I sent him, I said "copacetic."

- So? - That's the warning word.

It means stay the fuck away,

but for some reason, he still showed.

- Why? - I don't know.

What's the story with this Bordeaux bitch?

- Cyborg. - Cyborg?

Yeah, part robot. She was in a plane crash,

all crushed up, and ARGUS replaced half her body with machinery.

Jesus, okay.

Yeah, I hate her so much.

I used a pre-op photo of her mangled body

as the screensaver on my phone for a while.

That's fucked up.

Well, I'm not the one who made my brain.

Whatever. She was about to kill Chris,

and the only way I could save his life was to knock him out.

You knocked Peacemaker unconscious?

To save his life, John.

I couldn't think of anything else.