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Who is in there?

Where's your sense of adventure, Frenchie?

This is not my problem, huh?

Well, it is now. He knows what you look like.

Jesus, he gives the worst pep talks.

He really, really does.

Why hasn't he called?

Who cares?

He could be dead.

No, he's too much of an asshole to die.

You called him?

I'm sorry, Petit Hughie. It's not a game now. We need a real captain.

Frenchie's right. This is a fucking mess, son. We got a Supe terrorist, Raynor's blown her canister, and we're the most wanted cunts in the country. But don't you worry. Daddy's home.

This boat's been reported stolen...

[to Butcher] I thought you said this boat belongs to a friend.

[to Frenchie] Well, a stranger is just a friend you ain't met yet.

Frenchie. Don't get caught.

I never do.

That's fucking Lamplighter. I didn't recognize him without the mask and the hood. We have to kill him, of course.

Are you serious? Why didn't you ever tell us?

What difference would it make?

After all these years, man? We would've let you off the hook.

What makes you think I want to be let off the hook, huh?

Madame, please. If I may? Besides you, no one wanted him dead more than me, but I am begging you for his life.

I have no choice.

It won't help you. All you'd be doing is ending his torment. You cannot punish him as much as he punishes himself. Trust me.

Life has always been hard, but I don't remember it being quite this cruel.

You die twice. Once when you stop breathing, and again when somebody utters your name for the last time.

It seems no matter how much we try to run, we cannot escape our old lives, huh? I suppose no one can run that fast.

If Soldier Boy goes through with this, thousands will die. Help us stop him.

This ain't a bloody kinder care we're on about, son. It's Vought fucking Tower.

Becca worked in the Tower.

You shut your fucking cake hole, Frenchie.

No. No! No, my cake hole will remain open! You will never command me again. I am done with your cruelty! I deserve respect!