[Homelander decides to torture the scientists who experimented on him during childhood, starting with Frank]
Hey, Frank, come on over. How about a game of wastepaper basketball?
I’m sorry?
Uh, first of three, and tell you what? To make it interesting: You win, I’ll let you knock off early, go see the fam.
Um, okay.
Excellent. I’ll start.
[Homelander crumples up some paper into a ball and successfully throws it into the wastebasket. He watches as Frank also manages to throw a paper ball into the wastebasket.]
[pause; crumples up more paper] You know, I learned this game from you, Frank.
I don’t understand.
I once saw you take a shot at a wastebasket, and you nailed it, and… And you don’t remember.
No.
Yeah? [throws a second paper ball into the basket] Well, I sure do. Yeah, you–you were sitting there, and… Well, I was in this oven here. And you made the shot. You did a little fist pump to celebrate, and–and then you turned up the temperature to see if you could burn my skin. You remember that, right? [chuckles] Your turn.
[Frank tosses his second paper ball into the wastebasket, scoring another point]
Fun fact: Even though my skin didn’t char, it still really hurt. [laughs] I mean, a lot. Yeah, I was in there, screaming in agony, and my tears just sizzled away.
[Homelander's smile breaks as he remembers his younger self crying out in pain inside the oven]
Yeah… I remember there were people standing here taking notes, but behind them I saw you make that shot. [crumples up a third piece of paper] It really was a great shot, Frank.
I was just doing my job.
[Just as Homelander is about to throw his third paper ball, he wavers as his mind flashes back again to himself burning in the oven]
Hmm. You know, I had nightmares about that exact moment, and you can’t even remember it. It’s funny, isn’t it? How people can have such a different memory of the exact same thing. It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess. [pause] Hey, Frank. This is my last shot. [points at the oven] Why don’t you go watch from in there?
John, why don’t we–
Homelander. Get in the oven, Frank.
[chuckling] Please.
[opens the oven door] Get in the oven or your family goes in with you.
Please, Homelander, you don’t have to do this!
Marty…
[Some of the scientists gasp and fearfully watch Frank reluctantly walk inside the oven]
Thank you.
I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
You’re sorry? Now? But why? You were just doing your job, right?
[Homelander shuts the oven door and cranks up the oven heater]
Homelander… Don’t do this! No!
[Marty and the other scientists look away as Frank's body slowly chars and gets engulfed in flames. Frank touches the glass panel on the door, which immediately sets his hand on fire. Homelander tosses his paper ball, but misses the waste basket.]
And I bet you would’ve won.
[Frank collapses dead, his incinerated skeleton still smoldering inside the oven]
Oh, my God… Oh, my God!
I forgive you.
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