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The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.

You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.

Consider it a gesture of good faith.

Good faith for what?

I was thinking that you and I could come to a little arrangement. What you lot call a team up.

You see, it's a whole different world out there now, son. We're here to help you find your way.

Well, I can find them on my own.

Uh, are you sure? I mean, do you know what a GPS is? Or Bluetooth? Or, I mean... the internet?

You made those words up.

No. No. No, those are real words.

You need us.

Kid's right. And all we ask in return is that you add one more name to the list.

Who?

A right cunt named Homelander.

I've seen pictures. Who is he?

He's the new you.

No one's the new me, pal. But why him?

Let's just say you're not the only one wants payback.

Nicaragua wasn't our fault.

Then whose fault was it? If you tell me, maybe I'll let you go.

It was Noir. It was Noir's idea, top to bottom. He gave you to the Russians. Please.

Noir?

Yeah.

Noir wouldn't take a shit without Vought's say-so.

You were my hero growing up. I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me.

Buddy, you think you look strong? You're wearing a cape. You're just a cheap fucking knockoff.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm the upgrade.

So, do you mind telling us what we're walking into here?

All you got to know is, if he tries to make eye contact with you, close your eyes.

Or what?

Just don't make eye contact with him, then you got nothing to worry about.