[The Seven, accompanied by Sister Sage, are with three HomeTeamer supporters waiting to meet Homelander. One of the supporters is Monique's ex-boyfriend, Todd.]
Sage, it's good to see you again. [quietly] What the fuck are you doing here?
Sister Sage
Homelander's tired of being surrounded by morons.
[walking into the room] Hello, everyone.
TTodd
Homelander! I just wanna say, it's a huge honor to be here with you…
Right. Now, I can't stay long, but I heard that you are some of my biggest fans, supporting me when others turned their backs. I just wanted to personally say… Thank you for your devotion. And your sacrifice.
TTodd
W... Well, really, it's you who gives so much to…
[holds up finger to silence Todd] You people are more than just fans. You're martyrs to the greatest cause on Earth. [to The Deep] Open it.
You got it. [reaches into a duffle bag and pulls out three baseball bats] Whoa. Bats.
Yeah. I want you to take these bats and beat these gentlemen to death.
[The Seven all glance nervously at the HomeTeamers, who look at each other fearfully]
TTodd
[beat; laughing] You're funny.
Oh, it's like one of your tests. You want us to say no.
No, Deep. This is not a test. [hands a bat each to A-Train and Black Noir II] I want you to beat these gentlemen to death... now.
TTodd
I think maybe we should go.
[Black Noir II bashes the head of a HomeTeamer who attempts to leave]
[to Black Noir II, who holds up his bloody bat] Mm-hmm.
[Todd watches The Deep beat the other HomeTeamer to death with a bat. Black Noir II repeatedly swings at the body of the HomeTeamer he just killed. A-Train looks on with disapproval while Homelander leaves.]
[A-Train runs towards the door and stands in Todd's way, allowing Black Noir II to sneak up from behind and fatally bash Todd in the back of the head with his bat.]
Sister Sage
Stay here. Wait for further instructions. [exits the room]
[beat] Yo, what the fuck?! That was so fucked up, you guys!
[The Vought marketing team pitches Ryan's new Supe identity]
EEvan
Small-town kid grows up on a Montana ranch with his mom. On the surface, he's an everyday all-American boy.
But deep in his heart, he knows he's different, special. He's always asking himself, "Who am I?" Then one day, that question is answered when Homelander flies down from the sky and says, with tears in his eyes…
…and says proudly, [Homelander mouths along with Seth and grins] "Son, it's time for you to take your place by my side".
EEvan
And for Ryan it feels surprising, yet inevitable. He always knew he was destined for greatness.
Because he came from greatness!
[Seth unveils a poster of Ryan wearing a supersuit that looks identical to Homelander's with the Supe name, Homeboy]
Oooh! [chuckles and claps] Wow. [to Ryan] Oh, buddy, can you believe that? Wh–What do you think?
You guess? [chuckles] Uh… I think it looks amazing.
Oh, so amazing. Really marketable.
AAAlso Ashley
So marketable.
Sister Sage
The whole pitch blows.
Sister Sage
It blows, harder than Nancy Reagan on the MGM backlot.
I'm sorry, why are you here?
Sister Sage
Vought got rid of most of the sidekicks after Gunpowder. The settlements exceeded profitability.
Yeah, but I don't think Ryan is gonna file an HR complaint against me. [laughs with the rest of the marketing team]
Sister Sage
Ryan is the first natural-born superhero, and his brand needs to reflect that. He's not one of Vought's lab rat freaks. He was chosen by fate, God, whatever… to be the one who saves the world.
Yes. But let's not forget why he is special, shall we? He's my son. Chosen by God, sure, but uh… made by me.
Sister Sage
The chosen one narrative only works if he stands alone. Harry Potter, Neo, Luke Skywalker. Hollywood's trained people to fall in love with white boy lone saviors. So, America will want to fall in love with Ryan.
[Sage hands Ryan her iPad, which shows a crime itinerary document]
It's a crime itinerary. Your first save. Congratulations, son. [whispering to Sage] I'm not on the call sheet.
Sister Sage
You wanted a kingdom for your son. I'm helping you get it.
[beat] Excellent. Just as we discussed. Feel free to move forward.
Sister Sage
Thanks. [pulls out cell phone; to Homelander] Ah, if you don't mind? [takes a quick selfie with Homelander; to Ashley] I'm here because Homelander wants me here. Because he trusts me.
[enters elevator with Sage] Listen. I know you're the smartest woman on Earth–
Sister Sage
Smartest person.
Let me give you some advice. You know, girls supporting girls. You cannot talk to Homelander like that.
Sister Sage
I'm telling him the truth. You're so afraid of him, you've plucked yourself bald. If I were you, I'd make myself useful. You know, get some lactation going, let him suck on those titties before you end up like Madelyn Stillwell.
[The Deep gets in the elevator when the doors open]
Oh, Ashley, hey. What's up? Just the girl boss I wanted to see. I've been looking everywhere for you. Hey, so I heard that Ryan's doing his first solo save. I wanna talk to you about something. I have this idea. [clears throat] Okay, so what if–and just hear me out on this–what if I was there? That's it. That's the pitch.
Hmm. You wanna join a family-friendly PG save? While PETA still has you on their bestiality watchlist? [smiling] I swear to God. Stupid people who think they're smart make me want to eat my own shit!
[Ashley walks out the elevator, leaving Sage alone with The Deep]
Sister Sage
Why do you let her talk to you like that?
She's just a bitch. It's probably that time of the month. It's like a full moon thing, isn't it?
Sister Sage
You're a genetically superior being, and she's the evolutionary equivalent of a capybara.
Sister Sage
It's a giant rodent from South America.
Sister Sage
You're better than her. Act like it. [pause; elevator doors open] And you should be at the save. It's a good idea. [walks out of elevator]
[Sister Sage meets a conspiracy theorist Supe named Firecracker at a TruthCon convention]
Sister Sage
Do you actually believe all of this? Or is it just bullshit smeared on top of a personal vendetta?
Ain't you a little mouthy one.
Sister Sage
Appreciate the subtextual racism there, but I'm a Supe. Sister Sage. I work with Homelander.
Bullshit. [Sage shows her the selfie she took with Homelander] Goddamn! Is he here?!
Sister Sage
Of course not. He wouldn't be caught dead with these ringworm-infested cousin fuckers. Though there's a chance you could meet him. First, I wanna see your powers though.
[Firecracker snaps her fingers, causing small sparks to fly from her fingertips]
Sister Sage
Wow, that is... lackluster.
Sister Sage
Look, what's important is… what are you selling?
[Butcher and M.M. are revealed to be eavesdropping on them from a distance]
I'm here to share the truth and nothing but.
Sister Sage
What are you selling?
Did I stutter? [pause; scoffs when Sage is about to leave] Purpose. I sell purpose. These people got nothing. Maybe they lost a job or a house or a kid to Oxy. Politicians don't give a shit. Mainstream media tells them to be ashamed of their skin color, so I bring them together, tell them a story, give them a purpose. Which would you rather believe? That you belong to a community of warriors battling a secret evil, or that you're a lonely, inconsequential nobody that no one will ever remember?
Sister Sage
[chuckles] Deep's Blue Sea Room. 9:00 p.m.
[Butcher and M.M. remove their earpieces and walk off once Sage is out of sight]
Sage has got no powers, right?
MSMother's Milk
Besides her brains? Nope.
So, why all the sneakin' around shite? Let's just grab her, work her over and rumble what we need.
MSMother's Milk
Hey. This is surveillance only, okay?
Alright, you sit tight and watch me do your job.
MSMother's Milk
Alright, enough.
[M.M. grabs Butcher by the neck and drags him outside]
Get your fuckin' hands off me!
MSMother's Milk
Just go home, alright?
Or what? We have a Barney?! Well, come on, then! Have a go!
MSMother's Milk
Butcher, for fuck's sake.
You've been gaggin' for it. Ever since Soldier Boy. Ten pounds of C4 with an inch fuse pokin' out your arse, you are! Well, c'mon, then! Have at it, son!
MSMother's Milk
'Cause that's the only way you feel any regret, is to get it beaten into you.
You're a shit skipper, you are. Hughie's fucked off, Kimiko's hammered. We've been here for hours and still know fuck all! You're gonna get this bloody lot killed. You can't eat, you can't sleep, and you ain't willin' to do what it takes to run this mob 'cause you ain't got the bollocks, son.
MSMother's Milk
Nice try, Butcher. But it ain't gonna work.
Yeah, ain't that what your wife said?
[M.M. punches Butcher in the face. Butcher just smiles and allows M.M. to continue punching him until he falls to the ground.]
MSMother's Milk
All that bullshit you pulled, and the mess you always leave behind for me to clean up. You know why I kept coming back? 'Cause I thought maybe this time, it'll be a little different. All the fucking shit we've been through together, man. I thought maybe this time, maybe you and I could just… just be fucking brothers again! [pause] Just go home, man.
[Homelander and Sister Sage watch Firecracker filming a Vought promo from a distance]
Did you know that these “vaccines” that they’re giving out at the Starlight House actually cause autism? And–And not that cool Rain Man autism that makes you good at countin' cards and shit.
Sister Sage
Yeah.
Sister Sage
Mm-hmm.
Seems like she fell off her jet ski one too many times.
Sister Sage
Now that Starlight’s back leading the Starlighters, we need her.
That is gonna shut them up?
Sister Sage
No, she’s gonna make them louder. Are you gonna trust me or not?
Is there a problem? ‘Cause this is a huge day for you, but you seem to have something firmly lodged up your asshole.
Sister Sage
This spandex is. Up my ass and in a camel toe. The whole point was for me to stay behind the scenes.
[Homelander and Sage quickly get their photo taken together by the camera crew. Homelander motions for them to leave.]
Sister Sage
You are clearly punishing me for openly disagreeing with you, which you said you could handle, but clearly you can’t.
Do you really think I’d be that petty?
Sister Sage
Yes, I do. I mean, did it occur to you that it is harder to stage a fucking coup with a million eyes on me?
Popularity is power, Sister.
Sister Sage
It’s a prison.
Listen, it’s gonna be great, okay? You’re a member of The Seven now. You’re a superhero. Act like it. [to the male members of The Seven] Hey, how about a photo with the new girl, guys?
Yeah, get in here. Front and center.
[Sage tenses up uncomfortably as The Deep pulls her in between him and Black Noir II]
Get in there. Make a sandwich out of her.
Sister Sage
So, tell me about your relationship with Starlight. I understand you two were friends.
AAnika
Friends? Um, no, I wouldn’t say that we were friends. I mean, we shared an Almond Joy from time to time.
Sister Sage
Our records show you made a phone call to the Starlight House within the past month, so…
Are you working with her?
AAnika
Uh, no, I–I was just donating some clothes.
So why is your heart pounding like a little bass drum?
AAnika
I didn’t do anything, okay? I swear.
Sister Sage
Okay. Let’s–Let’s just all calm down, okay? You’re not in trouble here, Anika. [laughs] Starlight’s the bad guy here. So, look. We’re gonna find out anyway, so you just tell us the truth. We swear you’ll be fine. [to Homelander] Right?
Yes. Yes, I… I swear. I… I swear on the life of my son.
AAnika
[pause; looks at Ashley, who nods] Okay. Yes, Starlight did call me a few days ago. She just wanted some help tracking–
[Homelander suddenly kills Anika by lasering her head. Ashley freaks out in horror.]
What? She confessed. Leak plugged.
Sister Sage
You don’t think the next word out of her mouth might have been useful?
[shrugs] Guess I am that petty.
[Annie tearfully watches Firecracker continue to publicly discredit her during her television special]
[on TV] Now, y’all heard a lot tonight about who Starlight really is. But you still haven’t seen the true monster behind the mask. And the truth… Oh, it is so much worse than you could ever imagine. Six months ago, Starlight visited a clinic. She wasn’t going for a checkup.
[on TV] She found out that she was pregnant, and she had an abortion.
Are those my fucking medical records?
[on TV] She was raised a Christian. She knew the difference between right and wrong. She knew exactly what she was doin'! So you won’t tell me that those teens over there, that they’re safe with her! With that baby killer?!
[Annie storms out of the Starlight House]
MSMother's Milk
Annie, wait!
[...]
She could have given it up for adoption! But no, she murdered it!
[Firecracker sees Annie fly towards her, eyes glowing. Annie lands on stage and menacingly walks up to Firecracker.]
So you finally came to deb–
[Annie brutally beats Firecracker to the ground and punches her repeatedly in the face. Unbeknownst to Annie, the cameras are still rolling. Cut to Sister Sage watching the beating from the Vought conference room.]
Sister Sage
How’s that for “uppity,” cracker?
[Cut to Annie getting held back by M.M.]
MSMother's Milk
Stop. Look.
[Annie is horrified to see all the cameras on her and that many viewers saw the whole beating live and start posting about it on social media. Cut back to Sister Sage at Vought Tower.]
Sister Sage
First pebble down the mountain.
I don’t get you, dude. Like, at all. You start off, you’re a total bitch. And then you tell me I’m, like, a superior being–which of course I like–and that you’re down to pound, which obviously I will...
Sister Sage
I know. Most people, their brains grow till they’re about 25, then stop forever. Mine doesn’t. It regenerates, constantly. Stab me in the heart, I die. But stab me in the brain and the little fucking bitch grows back. [holds out scalpel] I want you to put this inside me.
[chuckles] That’s the worst dildo I’ve ever seen, but–
Sister Sage
No, in my eye. Here.
I am down for, like, a lot, but...
Sister Sage
It’s temporary.
Sister Sage
You give me a frontal lobotomy and I don’t have to fucking be me for a couple hours.
Uh, that’s just… fucking gross.
Sister Sage
I’ll let you ass-fuck me while we watch the Kim and Ray J video.
[takes scalpel from Sage] Okay, so where do you want me to put it? [points at her eye] Just right there?
Sister Sage
Sit down. Now, avoid the eye itself. I don’t want to go blind.
Sister Sage
[to Neuman] What happened to you? You look like you got ass-fucked by the business end of a hammer.
Well, maybe I don’t wanna be at this CPAC nightmare any more than they want me here.
There’s gonna be a little sidebar later on. One percent of the one percent. Sage here is gonna lube them up with cognac and Montecristos, and then convince them to commit a little high treason.
I’m sorry, what the fuck? Why would I expose myself like that?
Sister Sage
Because in this room is 38% of the U.S. GDP. And if we have a shot in hell of pulling off the 25th Amendment, we need them.
Do you wanna be el jefe or not?
Sister Sage
Good. Now, you’re the virgin at prom. Go get finger-popped.
[...]
[to Sage] I just had abortion mansplained to me by a guy who refuses to be alone with any woman who isn’t his wife… or mistress. I don’t know. I mean, cozying up to these people, you’re fucking asking me to do the impossible here.
Sister Sage
[beat] When I was eleven, my grandma was diagnosed with Stage 3 chronic lymphocytic leukemia. God… She had the biggest laugh, but she got so small so fast. She was bed-ridden. The doctors didn’t care about saving some old ex-Black Panther, and they told my parents there was nothing to be done. I stayed up the next three nights and discovered a cure. I presented my research to those satisfied fat crackers, they patted me on the head, said I was adorable and laughed at me. Grandma died screaming in pain. [pause; takes two tequila shots from a server] I could cure cancer, reverse global warming, but what’s the point? Humans are animals. And the lines at Voughtland are too long as it is. [downs tequila shot]
Why are you telling me this?
Sister Sage
Because you remember what it’s like being a little girl who no one fucking listens to. And because fuck them all. The only way women like us have ever gotten what we deserved… one hand in their pockets while the other slits their fucking throats. Now… You in or out?
[Neuman thinks for a moment, then downs the tequila shot Sage gave her]
Sister Sage
We’re making inquiries. It’s a process, we’re eliminating–
[smashes listening device with his fist] I assume you know what that is.
Sister Sage
It’s a bug.
Specifically William Butcher’s bug. They probably heard every single word we said at Tek Knight’s. And likely killed him.
Sister Sage
They won’t go public with the information.
Sister Sage
Because it would short-circuit everything they really want, which is to quietly take out Neuman once and for all.
[groans] We should slaughter Butcher and his whole fucking team.
Now that is a great idea, sir.
Sister Sage
Butcher will be dead in a few months anyway. And this close to go-time, I wouldn’t stir up shit with the CIA.
Yes, yes, yes. Your illustrious fucking plan. We killed Cameron Coleman for no reason.
Sister Sage
A speed bump, but ultimately harmless.
Cameron golfed with Mike Lindell, who just pulled fifty million bucks worth of pillow commercials. You call that harmless?
Sister Sage
Oh, look at Daisy Duck Dynasty doing math.
You know, Firecracker and I have been talking.
Sister Sage
Stimulating, I’m sure. [pause; Homelander glares at her] Sorry.
You have brains, Sage, but I have wisdom. And what happens if those brains of yours get blown out again, leaving you talking like a gibbering idiot? [pause] Firecracker and I will find the leak.
Sister Sage
With respect, the last time–
Respect? I don’t hear no fuckin' respect. In fact, I am personally offended by the way you are talking to this great man!
You just focus on the shooter, make sure he’s good to go on the 6th.
Sister Sage
He’ll be ready.
Homelander… Are you alright?
How could he do this to me?
I’m so sorry. You know, some folks are just… Well, they’re born uppity.
He cut out his tracking chip. And his family’s gone, too.
[Sister Sage enters the conference room]
Sister Sage
You sent Deep and Noir after Butcher? We talked about this.
Smartest person in the world, and you didn’t know A-Train was the leak?
Sister Sage
…I knew.
And you let us kill Webweaver for nothing.
Sister Sage
Oh, shit. You killed Webweaver? Did you think he was the leak? He was a junkie who’d confess to nailing Christ on the cross if it got him home for his next fix.
[sighs] I was very clear. No more secrets.
Sister Sage
But A-Train only leaked exactly the information I wanted Butcher and his team to know. He was the perfect misinformation delivery system. Until now. This was all part of the plan.
Mm-hmm. Okay. Get the fuck out of here. You’re done. Go back to your little litter box in Detroit and die alone.
Sister Sage
[stammers] You promised. You promised me you would listen to me.
You’re lucky I’m not sending you home in a bucket. [beat] Go.
Sister Sage
Fine. [looks at Firecracker] Surround yourself with people like her. Then, you can systematically eliminate anyone who gets in your way. But there’s one person you will never, ever defeat. Good luck without me.
[Sage leaves a Queen Maeve notebook on the conference room table on her way out]
[Homelander is watching the news on the shattered TV in the Seven common room]
RReporter
[on TV] We are interrupting our regular reporting with a breaking news story, that at… I’m sorry, I’m just looking to my producers here. Is this confirmed? [stutters] They’re telling me it has been. The Vice President-elect, Victoria Neuman, is dead. [Homelander starts tearing up] Assassinated today only hours after revealing to the world that she is super-abled…
Sister Sage
Where’s Ryan?
[Homelander opens his eyes in shock at the sound of Sister Sage's voice. She walks into the common room holding a balloon.]
Sister Sage
This was all for him after all, right?
Sister Sage
Celebrating. We won. Here.
[Sage offers the balloon to Homelander, but he refuses and lets the balloon float up to the ceiling]
[sighs] Everything’s turned to shit. Plan’s dead.
Sister Sage
This is the plan. I mean, sure, a few curveballs, but we got here. Just had to keep a few bits to myself. You know, the bits you’d fuck up by… you know, being you. Neuman would have been a shit patsy–stubborn, too many ideas–so I went another way.
[The news feed cuts to an out-of-context clip of Singer speaking to the Boys about Neuman followed by another clip of Singer being arrested by authorities.]
RReporter
[on TV] …Bob Singer himself ordering the assassination.
[on TV] If you’d killed Neuman like I ordered, we wouldn’t be stuck four stories underground playing pocket pool.
RReporter
[on TV] And now we go live. Okay, that’s President-elect Robert Singer taken into custody by federal agents…
[on TV] She tried to kill me first!
RReporter
[on TV] …in an unprecedented turn of events that is certain to go down as one of the darkest days–
[Sage turns the TV off. She feels her cell phone vibrating]
Sister Sage
Oh, it's… [offers her phone to Homelander] for you.
Sister Sage
Oh, Speaker of the House Calhoun. Once they invoke the 25th, he’s next in line to be President. He’d like to pledge his allegiance to you.
Sister Sage
Just like I promised. We had a deal.
Yeah, well, I broke the deal.
Sister Sage
I didn’t. I told you, you could trust me, boo. I got your back.
[pause; takes phone] I–I threw you out like… like garbage. Why would you do this?
Sister Sage
To see if I could. [pause; chuckling] Thank you. This was so much fun. Just, you know–Next time, listen to me.
Sister Sage
Oh, hells yeah, Blonde Ambition! Buckle up for Phase Two.
[Homelander meets with Sister Sage after the Flight 37 video gets leaked to the public by Annie]
Sister Sage
We knew this would happen sooner or later. We've been ready. In the last 24 hours, we have flooded the zone with so much disinformation, people can't tell their clit from their collarbone. The share price is only down half a point. Besides that, damage is minimal.
[points at open book] What's this?
Sister Sage
That is a Gutenberg Bible. Martin Shkreli sold it to me at discount.
You're really on top of the world, huh? Peter Thiel, the Obamas calling you for advice. Everyone loves you.
Sister Sage
You can't really think I care.
Maybe you didn't used to.
Sister Sage
It's all for you. The higher the share price, the happier the billionaires. The more you get to do whatever the fuck you wanna do.
Are you aware that NNC is calling me a murderer? Saying that maybe I even did something to my son?
Sister Sage
No. Everyone knows that Ryan is... [sighs] Sorry. That he is at boarding school. In Svalbard. [chuckling] That story's holding. We're good.
And how–how about you, Sage? Are you… good?
Sister Sage
I'm fine.
You're not distracted at all? After Thomas Godolkin dumped you? You're not numbing the heartache by stabbing your brain?
Sister Sage
No.
Then, just tell me. How did Starlight get in the building? [beat; exhales] I WAS HUMILIATED! As if people don't hate me enough!
Sister Sage
Your numbers are north of 96.
Anyone can smile for the pollsters, sure, but millions of them are still Starlighters in their hearts! Where it counts! Have you seen the memes? Have you seen the memes about me?! [brief pause] Posting them should be a crime.
Sister Sage
Yes, but we can't go... [notices Homelander glaring at her] Oh, you're serious. Uh, sir... [chuckles] Ongoing conflict is useful to us. It keeps people afraid…
Sister Sage
…which is exactly what we–
No, no, no, no, no! NO! You promised me Caesar.
Sister Sage
He was stabbed by his best friends.
Yeah, well, I can relate to that! But I need people to be devoted! To me!
Sister Sage
May I speak freely?
Sister Sage
I told you, no matter how much power you amass, it will not make you happy.
[pause] You know what's gonna make me happy? I think I'll be happy when Starlight and William Butcher are corpses. I want it leaked that in three days, we are going to execute Hugh Campbell, Milk, and the... French one. That'll draw out Starlight and Butcher, and then I will take care of this once and for all.
Sister Sage
Consider it done, sir.
Next up is a $500 million ad blitz with OOH, e-blasts, print and digital. Ain’t nobody won’t know about the Democratic Church of America… and its chosen prophet.
[sighs] Prophets are servants.
Of course, sir. Great point. We’re just trying to ease people into it.
No, no, no. We need to prepare America for my ascension. We must be honest. We must be direct. I like “savior.” Or–Or…
Lord. Yes, I couldn’t agree more, sir. Religion is not about being meek. We should dominate the seven mountains of society, bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth! Amen!
Easter is just around the corner. How perfect would it be for your second coming to come on the day of Jesus' resurrection?
Mmm… Second coming? Let's be clear: I am not the son of God.
Well, of course. Many people believe that Jesus is both God incarnate and the son.
Well, that's just confusing. I don't want my church getting involved in all... that.
Exactly. Besides, if we pull up our timeline, you won't have… [picks up a bag with a large book inside] this.
[Firecracker kneels in front of Homelander, who accepts the book. He takes it out of the bag and sees "The Homelander Bible" with himself embossed on the cover.]
We're gonna drag our feet because of a book?
Not a book. The book. The Homelander Bible.
[pause; lifts the book with his hands] Heavy.
It's got the Old Testament, the New Testament, and the brand new American Testament, written by A.I. trained on the works of Pat Robertson. See, we need to pass the torch, sir. From Jesus to you. Sir, we don't get more than one chance at a first impression. Are we really gonna rush something this important? We ain't Arby's, after all.
We're the Cheesecake Factory.
[sighs deeply] Okay. We'll do it your way.
Sister Sage
You do realize this kind of sudden religious upheaval is likely to generate widespread civil unrest?
Local law should be able to handle the suburbs, but we could use extra hands in major metros.
Oh, let's recall all Supes stationed overseas. American heroes should be protecting America, not Who-Gives-A-Fuckistan.