It's alright. I'm not here to hurt you.
Look at you. No harm done.
Crime Analytics caught wind of a young man flying outside Kolvereid. Tends to draw attention.
I know. You've made that very clear. But you're also the son of God, and you should not be sleeping in a barn. You can have a whole floor of the Tower. Do what you want with it, come and go as you please.
I don't wanna be anywhere near you.
Everything is different now. I've ascended. I'm immortal.
Then, why do you give a shit about what happens to me?
Because we're family. [Ryan scoffs] We have the same blood pumping through our veins.
Yeah, well, you've got your shitty racist dad. So you don't need me.
No, Soldier Boy doesn't matter. You and I, that's all that matters. I know you, because I am you. And you're me.
Dad… Get fuckеd. I am nothing like you. You were already the most powerful person on Earth. And you were a lonely, miserable piece of fucking shit, throwing tantrums when you didn't get what you want. Why the fuck would more power make you any better? It's just gonna make you an even more lonely, miserable piece of shit. Scaring people into calling you God doesn't make you God. And deep down, you know that.
[beat; tearfully sighs] It's okay. You don't know what's going on. It's okay… but you will.
Günter Van Ellis. World's richest man. Seventeen children. Amateur astronaut.
Well, he represents a consortium of billionaires, and they have a few requests.
I don't have time for this.
Well, they are the ruling class of America. To build your church, we'll need their support.
Is he a believer? Are any of them? Or are they just scared of me?
Even Thomas doubted. With enough time, the gentlest water can wear down any stone. Patience.
Wherever you're going, get there faster.
I believe we should consider postponing.
You saw Butcher's lab. If he managed to figure out Soldier Boy's blast, or if there were even the slightest chance that he might render you powerless…
You think I'm afraid of William Butcher?
No. No, of course not. [laughing] Of course not. And we've taken the necessary precautions. We moved the venue here. We just don't want any distractions on your blessed day. And it will give me more time to do what I do best: Convert more souls to your righteous banner.
[The Deep notices Homelander as he walks by]
Your Eminence? [Homelander sighs]
Not your call, Prophet Brohammad. [to Homelander] Look, you don't need The Seven anymore? Genius move, as always, but I've been thinking. What you do need is a Crusader. Yeah, like one of those yoked knights from the olden days. Crack some skulls, lay down your holy law.
[Homelander just lets out an exasperated sigh and leaves. He sees Günther and takes him outside.]
Where did you learn about the Crusades?
The Bible. Ever heard of it?
It's not in the Bible. Uh, let me guess. Indiana Jones?
What? No, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.
[Homelander grabs Günther and flies up with him]
That's not a documentary.
[They see Homelander return without Günther. Oh Father looks shocked and confused as Homelander walks back inside.]
He's an astronaut. I took him to space. Now, listen to me. I don't need anyone anymore. I don't need billionaires–
I couldn't agree more, sir.
[turns to look at The Deep] And I don't need perverted fish fuckers who debase themselves endlessly for mere drops of my affection.
Is that what you think of me?
Since the day we met. I have never had less respect for anyone in my life. In fact, Kevin, the only reason that I haven't fucking killed you is that I want you to feel deep in your heart how truly worthless you really are. [smiles and sighs happily; to Oh Father] Are the psychics in place?
Good. The second the live broadcast is over, I want the wheat separated from the chaff. Those who don't accept my truth will be the first to burn in my holy fire. Smile, Father. One way or another, it's gonna be a beautiful day.
Starlight... It was all a test. Yes! The universe is rewarding me for my loyalty, just like Sean Connery rewarded Costner at the end of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves!
Sweet Jesus, you're a moron.
[glances at him in annoyance, then points at Starlight] I'm gonna kill you. And then Homelander will finally see.
[to M.M. and Hughie] I got him. Keep going.
[She lunges at the Deep, carrying them both through a window and across Washington before they crash land on a seashore. They both pick themselves up, and the Deep keeps trying to attack her.]
Why are you doing this, huh? Risking your life for a man who wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire?
I'm his right-hand bro! He'll piss on me whenever I want!
Listen... I know you're scared–
Deep, Kevin... I can see in your eyes. Homelander terrifies you, but he sure as fuck doesn't respect you. Don't you wanna be free of it? Of him?
That fucking mouth of yours...!
OF COURSE IT IS! I used to have it all! Real power, respect, a Top 50 STARmeter on IMDb Pro! But all the bad shit started when you showed up! I LOST EVERYTHING!
You made those fucked-up choices. You ruined your own life. You're not a fucking baby. For once, take some responsibility for yourself!
[exploding with rage] NOOOO!
[They fight, and though the Deep manages to knock her to the ground once, Annie delivers several heavy blows, including one to his groin, before blasting him and sending him flying backwards into the sea. He is immediately surrounded by a mob of angry sharks.]
SSharks
Justice for Ambrosius!
[terrified] Oh, my God! Oh, shit! I'm so sorry! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Stay away from me!
[He pitifully tries to swim back to shore, but a giant octopus grabs him by the leg.]
Fuck! I'm sorry! Oh, shit!
[The octopus uses its tentacle to fatally impale him through his backside, the tip erupting from his mouth. He is then dragged underwater, and the sharks devour him in a cloud of blood as Annie watches in shock.]
[Homelander gives his Easter address from the Oval Office and begins reading from a teleprompter]
My fellow Americans... Happy Easter. A day commemorating Jesus, who, as we all know, was tortured, stripped of his dignity and killed. And that's all well and good... but you're Americans. You deserve a God who doesn't die. A God who fights back. A God you can believe in. Well, today, I bring you good news. Recently, I was visited by an exquisite angel bearing the gift of revelation. As I bathed in her light, her heavenly lips spilled sweet truth into my ear, and I was awakened to my true purpose. Not just to be the world's greatest hero but to save all humanity. To be... the second coming. But in a way, really, I'm the first coming. America... I am the Lord. Your savior. I am your God. And as such, I'm going to usher this world into a new, golden dawn. An age in which your God moves among you, seen and heard. Your prayers are truly answered when you visit "homelander.church." And all I ask for in return… I simply ask that you open your hearts and put your faith in me. Those who accept my truth will be welcomed into a land of milk and honey. For I am your Fa…
[Homelander stares blankly at the teleprompter when he sees the word "Father"]
I am… [beat] But no matter what I do, some of you people will never accept me into your hearts. Never love me. Never believe in me. And to such heretics, I offer oblivion. And those who seek to destroy me, you will die the most horrible of deaths, as befits your wickedness. My reign will last forever, and when this world is cold and dead, I shall remain. Eternal. God of the ashes.
[Butcher and Kimiko suddenly break into the Oval Office]
Evening, cunts. Daddy's home.
William… I was starting to think you weren't gonna hold up your end of our deal.
[pause; grins] A shame about the French one. How's your little science experiment going without him?
[Homelander is now at Butcher's mercy after losing his powers]
Shock and awe, my son. Blood and fuckin' bone.
[Homelander silently panics before charging toward Butcher, who grabs Homelander's fist with his left hand and punches him three times with the other. Butcher grabs Homelander again and prepares to land another punch.]
[Butcher beats Homelander's face to a bloody pulp, knocking him down to the floor and leaving him blubbering in fear]
Stop! You owe me. All the times I could've killed you and I didn't, I let you live. I'll–I'll give you Vought. [Butcher picks up his crowbar] I'll give you Vought, alright? You can do whatever you want with it, okay? I'll–I'll… [stammers] Becca. You want your wife back? I'll have a shape-shifter be her. [whimpers when Butcher says nothing] Just tell me! I'll fucking suck your dіck! Please! I'll do anything! You want me to eat shit?! I'll eat your fucking shit! I'll eat your fucking shit on live TV! [pause; Butcher knocks him down against the desk] Madelyn, you promised me. It's not real. [to Butcher] You can't fucking do this. You can't fucking do this! I am the Homelander!
No. No, you ain't nothing. And this... This is for my Becca.
[Butcher stabs Homelander in the head with the crowbar, killing him instantly. He lifts the crowbar upwards, breaking Homelander's skull open and spilling brain matter all over the desk.]
[Hughie confronts Butcher at Vought Tower to stop him from releasing the Supe virus. Butcher is looking out the window when Hughie enters the main conference room.]
Yeah. Accident on the bridge. Should've taken the tunnel.
[turns around] I thought you might try to stop me. But you shouldn't have come alone. You should've brought a fuckin' army.
No. If you were gonna release the virus, you would've done it already.
Unless… I'm waitin' for all the Supe cunts to clock in for the day shift. Not much point shootin' spunk into an empty fuckin' building, now is there?
Okay, well, now I kinda wish I brought an army. Where's the virus, Butcher?
I dumped it in the sprinkler tank. Frenchie's idea, God rest the mad bastard. [picks up remote controller] All I gotta do is pull this trigger, and it rains kill juice on all 99 floors. Shit will be worldwide within a couple of days.
Why? I mean, we already won.
Won? No, we just gave 'em a black eye. As long as there's Vought, there'll be Supes. And sooner or later, some cunt that's already out there becomes the next Homelander, and you fuckin' know it. No. We need to end the whole bloody notion of Supes, and we need to make it permanent. I mean, you can see it, right? This is it. This is the moment.
You dragged me through fucking hell… for this. For now. To be your… canary. Or your Kessler. Or Lenny. But here's the thing: You don't need me for that. You never did. It's already in you. I can see it. You might have a broken fucking heart, but you have one. You are not a monster, Butcher. It just hurts to be human.
I'm sorry, mate. Superheroes… are done.
[pulls out gun] I can't let you do it.
Petit Hughie and his gun. Takes some big bollocks to pull the trigger on a mate.
[aims the gun at Butcher] I will if I have to.
[chuckles] Nah. You ain't got the…
[Butcher takes the gun from Hughie, punches him and throws him across the room]
[Butcher sees Hughie staring at the remote and rushes to take it before Hughie does. Hughie quickly gets up and trades more blows with Butcher, spitting blood onto the floor after getting punched hard in the gut. Eventually, Butcher gains the upper hand and picks up the remote while Hughie lies helpless on the floor. Before he can pull the remote trigger, he has a vision of Lenny while looking at Hughie. He gets shot in the abdomen by Hughie as he moves his finger away from the trigger. Realizing what he did, Hughie rushes to Butcher's side.]
I'm sorry. Um… I didn't wanna–I didn't wanna do that. Um… I'm–I'm gonna call an ambulance, okay?
I wouldn't bother. It's alright, Hughie. I gave you no choice. I… I wasn't gonna stop. All the blood… and shite I put you through… and none of it made a blind bit of difference. You–You stayed yourself… no matter what I done. [coughs]
…I don't know what to do.
You don't need to do anything.
[beat; Hughie holds his hand] You really are… the spittin' of Lenny.
[Butcher slowly loses his grip on Hughie as he dies]
[Some months after Butcher's death, Hughie gets a call from the newly-reinstated President Singer]
Hugh Campbell? It’s Bob Singer.
Campbell, the nation owes you and your team a huge debt. But I’m gonna skip all the dick-tickling, alright?
Uh, I certainly wouldn’t want the President to tickle my dick, sir.
Vought is a clusterfuck right now. All those V’d-up nutjobs they cooked up are running loose, doing God knows what. So we’re putting the Bureau of Supe Affairs back on its feet. We need someone to run it. [pause] So, what do you say, son? You’d be reporting directly to me.
That’s… Wow, that’s, uh… That’s an honor, sir. It’s just, um… No, thank you?
I–I really appreciate the offer. It’s just, I actually have my own… start-up venture I’m working on.
Fucking private sector. Offer stands if you change your mind.
[Hughie hangs up, enters the new hardware store he owns with Annie and sets some groceries on the counter in front of her]
I got you ginger beer, ginger candies…
[Annie is revealed to be pregnant with her and Hughie's child as she grabs the saltines]
Mmm... I puked. Um, and then I had to pee, but I got there a little bit too late. And then, I puked again. And then, my mom called.
And I assume that was the worst part?
Mm-hmm. She spent 30 minutes straight just bitching about us not getting married.
Look, we can go down to the courthouse right now if that's what you really want.
No. No, I can't because these are the only shoes that fit me.
[She walks out from behind the counter, showing that she's wearing Crocs]
Hey, I would 100% marry you in those.
