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Listen, Ryan. Your mom, she wanted what's best for you. And so do I. You have a real family.

But aren't you mad at me? For what I did?

You know it wasn't your fault, right? Son, when you're as strong as we are, accidents happen, things break... and sometimes they are the things that you love the most.

Don't blame Vicky.

I don't. If there's one thing I taught her, it was to play all sides. She's more like me than I ever imagined. But I am curious. What did you give her?

A little respect, Stan. Something you should've given me.

What good would that do? Where would it even go but to the bottomless, gaping pit of insecurity you call a soul?

Homelander, that's enough.

You got something to add, Maeve?

She didn't know.

Well, she stinks of adrenaline and her heart's beating like a little rabbit.

The only thing she's guilty of is being fucking stupid. She obviously fell for this Hughie Campbell guy. He's pumping her for information, so back off. Leave her alone.

Wow. Starlight, you must be something special. I can't remember the last time Maeve gave a shit... well, gave a shit about anyone, really.

Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?

I have.

Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.

How can I atone?

According to Creed, one may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore.

But the mines have all been destroyed.

This is the Way.

In return for your testimony against former President Dukhovich, your wife will receive a full pardon from all jurisdictions.

You're going to pardon an innocent woman? That's mighty fucking white of you.

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

You realise this is a tiny bit humiliating?

It's okay, I'm fine. Now, show me to the stream.

I didn't really mean for you.

Look, this is a 6. There's no point in my leaving the flat for anything less than a 7, we agreed. Now, go back, show me the grass.

When did we agree that?

We agreed it yesterday.

I wasn't even at home yesterday. I was in Dublin.

It's hardly my fault you weren't listening.

Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?

I don't know, how often are you away?

Tony, look, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

No, I should have trusted you more.

I'm the one who put you in this position. Forget it.

No, it's your fault. I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

You come from a family of thieves and butchers. And now, like all guilty men, try to rewrite your own history, and you forget all the lives that Stark family has destroyed.

Speaking of thieves, where did you get this design?

My father, Anton Vanko.

Never heard of him.

My father is the reason you're alive.

The reason I'm alive is cause you had a shot, you took it and you missed.

Did I?

I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared, despite the fact that...

I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero.

I never said you were a superhero.

Didn't? Well, good, because that would be outlandish and, uh, fantastic. I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public.

[whispers to Tony] Just stick to the cards, man.

Yeah, okay. The truth is... I am Iron Man.

What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you. And if you died... I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience.

Yes, sir... I'm sorry, I...

Sorry doesn't cut it.

I understand. I just wanted to be like you.

And I wanted you to be better.

That half a pound I said we were off by. Now, I'm not accusing you, but if… You understand? And if they ever found out...

I didn't take shit.

I'm just saying that I won't be able to protect you.

Who's asking you to?

What the hell is going on up there?

I was gonna ask you the same question.

You know about my men?

I heard that they attacked a DEA agent. Why would they do that?

I didn't order this, and my men would never do this on their own. Someone gave the go-ahead.

Are you accusing me?

I'm just saying they wouldn't act on their own.

I am not in the habit of picking my own pocket.

Self-hatred, guilt, it accomplishes nothing. It just stands in the way.

Stands in the way of what?

True change.

I would much rather have gone with Master Luke than stay here with you. I don't know what all this trouble is about, but I'm sure it must be your fault.

[R2 beeps an angry response]

You watch your language!