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What the fuck?!

Enriched uranium.

You don't get it, do you? How much I can't fucking stand you.

Starting today, Samaritan's Embrace becomes

the Democratic Church of America.

- Who are they? - It's almost every psychic in the country.

What the fuck does Homelander want with all of them?

Since when did hopeful

and naive become the same thing?

Why would you get into this business

if not to save the world?

After everything we've been through,

I want to do this together.

I heard about this place,

a steak house,

where the birds get their baps out when they bring you the rib eye.

We know, Kevin. We know it was you.

You were never my bro, bro.

The real Joe Kessler?

He's dead in the Panjshir Valley.

You never dragged me out. You left me to die.

Why does she not heal?

The fuck is that?

Something me and Frenchie are working on.

None of my fucking business, got it.

I don't understand.

He wasn't supposed to...

But you hate me.

I loved Clara more, and this is what she would want.

Run.

And that's a wrap!

Out-fucking-standing, everybody.

No, it fucking wasn't, Chad.

"Be perfect as the Lord Father is perfect."

Angel number six, you was late coming back after

the fucking break. We gonna run that shit again.

From the top!

Come in.

Hello, you two.

Isn't it a beautiful day?

You're welcome to use this office as long as you need.

I know.

Let's get right to it.

While Oh Father is hard at work on my divine unveiling,

I have a few action items I need you to handle.

Of course. Anything, sir.

Democratic Church of America is to be the official national religion.

Based around the one true god. Me.

Great idea.

I want every boundary between church and state dissolved.

I want troops sent into every sanctuary city

that took in Starlighters.

Issue an executive order banning abortion.

Also, breastfeeding is now mandatory.

Babies need their mothers, not fake milk. Act-Actually, outlaw that, too.

- Sir? - Ban nut milk.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making you think nuts were milk.

Those are all, uh, fantastic ideas, sir.

- Um, I'll run them by Congress... - No. Disband it.

- Sorry? - Disband Congress.

It's better for freedom.

Well, sir, I don't really have that authority.

Ashley, do me a favor.

Read Stephen's mind.

I want to know if he's a true believer.

- But of course I am, sir. - Terrific.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Do it.

What the fuck is that?

Don't look.

Don't make me ask again.

Sir, I...

Sir, I...

He's terrified of you, sir.

He thinks you're just a tiny bit psychotic.

Stephen.

Here I am.

A living god.

Right before your eyes.

And still, your faith wavers?

It's okay. I'm-I'm not angry.

But I am disappointed.

Jordan Li, right? You must be Marie Moreau.

- Something like that. - I'm M.M.

Heard that you're, like, "The Chosen One"

and have Homelander-level strength or some shit?

Well, reports of my awesomeness have been greatly exaggerated.

Do you have it?

Uh...

Emma's been tracking Oh Father's movements for the past three weeks.

For some reason, he's been spending a lot of time at Vought Studios.

Like, a lot of time.

Hasn't been to Vought Tower, D.C., not even the Church.

- Why? - We don't know,

but the studio's doubled their security. They're packing serious heat.

- It's all in there. - Fine.

So...

What's our next move?

- Pack it up. You guys are done. - Whoa, I'm sorry.

- What are you talking about? - It's over. Okay?

So just tell those other guys to run,

while they can, however they can, yeah?

Hold on. That's it?

You're... Aren't you the one who recruited us to fight

your fucking fight?

We have been risking our lives for a year,

dumpster diving and sleeping in cars.

And we're happy to do it.

- Because we want to help. - What good's all that power, Marie,

if you can't control it?

We're not gonna stop fighting.

Then you're fucking naive.

"Since when did hopeful and naive become the same thing?"

Yeah. Your audition tape for The Seven.

I must've watched that shit on the Dawn of the Seven Blu-ray,

like, a thousand times at Red River.

Or was that just some line you said to get the gig?

I was naive.

I guess you're not who I thought you were, Annie.

Guess not.

Fuck her.

Come on. Let's go.

Jesus Christ!

Oi!

Wouldn't do that if I were you. Uranium.

Three seconds.

What the fuck is going on in here?

I'm...

okay.

The second she's ready, we go the next dose, right?

Next dose? Are you kidding? Look at her.

- What are you doing? - Plan fucking B, my son.

If at first you don't succeed, find another hole to fuck.

See, Soldier Boy's flashy tit blast got me thinking,

uh, h-he weren't born with that power.

The Ivans gave it to him

through a consistent application of scientific methodology.

They threw an atom bomb worth of radiation at him.

Right. So, using the research we nicked from 'em a few donkeys back,

me and Frenchie are doing the same thing to Kimiko.

She gets Soldier Boy's power,

she tit blasts Homelander,

bees and fuckin' honey.

So when we kept asking what you two were up to,

and you kept saying, "Mind your fucking business, cunt," it was this?

- Yeah. - Butcher, this is...

The most insane-ass shit I ever heard.

In a few weeks, you're gonna somehow do what it took the Russians over a decade?

Yeah, 'cause unlike the Ivans,

we got us a living, breathing supercomputer

bunked down in student services.

Sage? All she does is self-medicate and binge Love Island.

This could fucking kill Kimiko.

- Frenchie. - No. It's not my wish.

Fuck Butcher. Who cares what he wants?

Not Butcher.

Me.

It's my call.

We have to do something.

So...

...the JV league deliver or what?

Oh Father's up to something big at Vought Studios,

but we don't know what.

- Could be a trap. - Could be.

You stay here with Kimiko and Sage.

We'll bust into the studio, nab the holy twat,

stomp on his bollocks till he gives us Homelander's next move.

And then I'll do the cunt and we'll call it an honest day's work, yeah?

No.

Quit acting like we're going on a milk run.

It's over.

We lost.

Posh Spice was easily the most shit member of the squad.

Could barely sing or dance. No discernible talent whatsoever.

Wasn't even featured on "Wannabe."

But did that stop her?

No.

You look at her now.

Still married with Becks.