I have 45 million dollars' worth
of Golden Boy merch at the Port of L.A.
that I'm gonna have to set on fire.
So what's the freaking play?
I'm with the trustees. We're all in sync.
Golden Boy suffered a full psychotic break.
Was also a chronic drug user.
Thank God Andre Anderson was there to stop him.
Classic superhero story.
Marie Moreau was there, too.
How'd she do in the flash poll?
Good. People like her.
Helps that she's beautiful.
Okay.
So, a psycho killer, but heroes rise,
look for the helpers, all that things.
And we're also throwing together a Brink memorial gala.
- Should be a nice little earner. - Fine. Whatever.
What about Jordan Li? They're the one
who actually fought Golden Boy.
Oh, a bigender Asian with pronoun fiasco.
Great freaking idea, Kyle.
Try selling that to Dallas and Fort Lauderdale.
We lead with Andre and this Marie chick,
score some points with the NAACP,
- figure out the rest later. - Settled then.
Andre Anderson will be ranked number one.
Take me off speaker for a sec, Indira.
Just say yes or no.
Is the Woods part of what happened?
It's under investigation.
This is already a PR disaster.
If the Woods is exposed, we all have a big,
potentially fatal problem.
Vought hired me because I'm a problem solver.
When 400 kids learnt they weren't gifts from God
but their parents drugged them with Compound V as infants,
I barely had any suicides, did I?
Well, you had one tonight.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I heard.
You okay?
Okay.
I wasn't totally sure what you're into,
so I packed the bong.
A-Train beer, Translucent vodka.
I mean, honestly, if you want the harder stuff,
just give me an hour, I can pull it together.
I am with you. You pick.
Any of it.
Should we do all of it?
We should do all of it, shouldn't we?
Emma.
You're sweet.
But this is my fault,
getting swept up in all this crap.
Oh.
I promised myself I'd keep my head down,
work as hard as I can
No room for anything else.
It's the first day tomorrow.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
Can I get a selfie?
Uh... No?
Yo. Yo, yo, yo.
So, my friend, Marie Moreau. Say "what's up?"
Who are you?
Aw, come on, man. I'm freaking... I'm live here.
Freaking top ten.
- Damn, look at you. - Top ten what?
I mean, aren't your push notifications turned on?
I don't have a phone.
Hey, we're live.
Exclusive reaction video of my best friend Marie Moreau
seeing for herself...
the first freshman ever to be ranked in the Top Ten, yo.
Holy freaking christ
Freaking number freaking five?
I just seen him the other day.
I can't believe this is happening.
Hey.
I'm sorry. Uh...
I know what Brink meant to you.
I don't...
I don't know why Luke did it. Uh...
Something funny, Rufus?
Uh, what?
No. No, no. Just, uh, dumb stuff
Was it about Golden Boy?
I want to hear.
I said, "What some guys will do just to get away from Cate."
Cute.
Do you like baseball?
Baseball? Yeah.
You're gonna take a little jog over to Dick's Sporting Goods.
Buy yourself a nice Louisville Slugger.
Bring it right back to the quad and swing that bat
as hard as you can into your head
Every hour, on the hour.
And every time you swing, yell "Jumanji."
Sound good?
Sounds freaking great.
Is that Marie Moreau?
What is up, my soul sista?
I'm sorry, I mean no disrespect to you or your community.
I'm Jeff, God U's social media director.
You are not easy to get ahold of, okay?
Now, I'm sorry about the crutches.
Tripped on the red carpet at PaleyFest. This is for you.
- For me? - When you get back to your room,
you will find a V-Pad, V-Pod, V-Pods
and Voughtify speakers and a V-brator personal massager,
which is technically what it is,
but you can use it any way you want, yas queen.
I'm sorry, I don't want to seem ungrateful, but...
why is this happening?
I mean, I'm number eight.
Rankings are based on a careful analysis of talent,
skill, brand awareness and social mentions.
You freaking own Twitter right now.
#BlackGirlMagic.
For what?
- For fighting Golden Boy. - Oh.
No. Uh, I... But except I didn't.
Oh, that's good.
Modesty, yeah. People love modesty.
Now go out, be the best in the freaking world at modesty, okay?
Come on, we're late. So, do you have clothes or what?
Let-let me see some eye whites.
This is a lot of jewelry. I just...
Is it gonna make poor people sad?
- I don't think so. - Oh.
They're probably already sad.
Pan down to the left.
Okay, well, do we have an ETA on the other one?
- Locating her now. - Yeah.
Looks just like the old man when I was his age, huh?
Hmm.
Uncanny.
Thanks, Andre. We got it.
Got it?
First national interview.
I had to rescue Matchbox Twenty from that crazy guy at Lollapalooza
before my first national interview,
and here you are.
A junior.
Damn.
Yeah, it's-it's crazy, right?
Um...
Hey, did, um...
Did Luke...
- Did Luke say... - I love Luke, too.
Like a son.
Yeah, but-but did he give you anything?
What do you mean?
Nothing. Never mind. No, it's...
Luke gave us what got you here.
An opportunity.
I know it's hard.
Look, after your mother died,
I wanted to crawl into a bottle of Macallan and stay there,
but we push through,
no matter how hard it gets.
'Cause we're made of steel.
You think you can do that, son?
Made of steel.
I'm proud of you.
I don't say that enough, but I am.
You're gonna be a better Polarity than I ever was.
Courtenay, you dirty woman. Sorry, I mean no disrespect.
Oh, none taken. Hi.
- Hi, hi. I'm Courtenay Fortney. - Hi.
I'm the Vought EP in charge of tonight's interview.
I have a-an interview?
Yeah, One on One with Hailey Miller.
- Jeff didn't tell you? - Oh.
Okay, great. You... Do you have clothes?
- She have clothes? - Uh-uh.
Will you grab the Balenciaga rack off the truck?
Hailey Miller's gonna ask me questions?
Everybody cannot wait to hear from you and Andre.
You guys are heroes.
So, currently we're testing
"The Guardians of Godolkin."
Even when I'm saying it now,
it feels like it's too many syllables,
- so we'll see. - It's gonna be big,
like post-9/11 big.
Okay, um...
What do I say? I...
I've never... I've never been interviewed.
You don't h... Where are her call sheet
- and sides? - Sides of what?
No, honey, your sides are your script.
God, you're cute.
It's just all written out.
You just got to memorize with that little brain.
You got it.
You know, I'm jelly.
You're like Pretty Woman without the, uh, having money.
It was nice meeting you.
♪ You talk about it ♪
♪ Lit in line ♪
♪ Smile for the photo I.D. ♪
♪ Inside ♪
♪ That's where we can be free ♪
♪ Your Highness, caught you sipping on lean ♪
♪ Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be ♪
♪ You've been telling me things that I didn't want to know ♪
♪ You've been telling me things ♪
♪ That I didn't want to know ♪
♪ And if I see that girl around you ♪
♪ I'll be stepping on her toes ♪
♪ 'Cause you've been lit in line ♪
♪ Smile for the photo I.D. ♪
♪ Inside ♪
♪ That's where we can be free ♪
♪ Your Highness, caught you sipping on lean ♪
♪ Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be ♪♪
- Hey, I... - Whoa. Selfie?
You know what I already learned?
What?
You can say literally anything to them
and they will still take the photo.
That's why you say yes, to give the illusion of choice.
Did you get that from your dad?
Did... did Luke say something t-to you about my dad?
He just said "the Woods."
Whatever that means.
Honestly, it seemed manic as hell
'Cause Luke, uh, whispered something to me before he died.
He said, uh, "Your dad has it."
- Has what? - I don't know.
It doesn't make sense to me that he would just kill himself
and kill Brink, you know?
I just don't understand
how the most sane person that I've ever met
just loses his mind
and I'm the only one curious about it.
Well, good luck with that.
Uh... That's it?
You're just gonna run off With your fancy freaking clothes?
Hey, can we get a shot?
Oh, just...
Look.
I went out with you guys one night. I...
- I want to be in it. - I don't know you.
Or Luke.
Who tried to kill me, remember?
Yeah, well, he's dead.
But I guess you have no problem stepping over him
to get to the top.
That mess at the club...
Brink was gonna expel me for it. Did you know that?
Of course not.
No, I would never ask for anything...
You don't have to. You have your dad
and half the school ready to cover for you.
I don't have anything
I'm sorry your friend is dead.
And I'm sorry Brink is dead.
But leave me out of it.
No, put it in portrait mode.
Okay.
Jerk!
You should've taken it!
Ow.
You're a bad person, Harper.
Eyes on me.
Just want everyone here to know that I know
we all experienced a great shock.
Everyone here is grieving.
And the last place we want to be is
some silly little acting class, right?
But that is the exact moment
when humanity needs me...
Us... the most,
to make sense of this tragedy.
Because I ask you, at a time like this,
is there anyone more important than the artist?
Don't answer that. It's freaking rhetorical.
Is this the youth of America?
Didn't he direct Dawn of the Seven?
Yeah, but then he showed his script to Minka Kelly
and now he's in director jail.
- Oh, damn - Mm.
Artists, everybody, we are the truth-tellers,
we are the soothsayers, so...
welcome...
to Acting for Auditions.
How the hell did I get here?
Okay, I want everyone here to partner up
and come in next week with a prepared scene,
because I want to see what kind of...
clay
I'll be sculpting with.
Okay, let's go. Pair up, everybody.
Great first class!
I'll see you next week.
Please bring the funk, not the junk.
Awesome stuff.
Get my car and get me the hell out of here.
Is this my cocktail? Run.
Hey.
So, us, right?
Um...
Yeah, uh...
Sorry.
Liam, you piece of crap.
Let me guess,
you made this poor girl get small
'cause that's the only way you look taller?
Wha... What?
That's...
No.
Go. Go.
Wait, did he tell you?
No, I've known him since drama camp.
He shrinks everyone to compensate for his tiny thimble personality
I should've warned you. I'm sorry.
Anyways, want to be partners?
Yeah.
Holy crap
Professor Brinkerhoff died the same way he taught:
a hero.
He molded the Lamplighter School of Crimefighting
into the shining exemplar it is today.
Nobody could possibly replace him,
so... I will.
Or at least I'll try.
We will cover everything Brink would cover,
but we'll also get into the intersection of superpowers
and mental health, which was my dissertation.
Oh.
Marie.
Sorry I'm late.
I'm Dean Shetty. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Please, take a seat.
We're letting Ms. Moreau audit the junior-year classes.
What you and Andre did,
well, it's obvious you belong here.
You didn't do crap.You ran.
I fought Luke to protect you,
and you're just taking all the credit?
I'm taking whatever they give me.
It ever occur to you why you're getting it and I'm not?
'Cause bigender doesn't play in Jacksonville.
Yeah, I'm not exactly the fan favorite down there either.
- So you're fine just ditching me over. - Look,
I get that this sucks for you,
but, Jesus Christ,
you rejected me from this school.
Remember?
And then I almost got expelled covering for your drugged-up brain
I don't owe you or anyone anything.
Everyone just needs to leave me the hell alone.
Brink didn't care what I looked like,
as long as I was the best.
I mean, after Luke.
But now that they're both gone, I go back to not existing.
So you're right. You don't owe me anything
- but I'm asking anyway. - Asking for what?
You're getting interviewed by Hailey Miller, right?
Just tell her the truth about what I did. That's all.
They gave me a script.
- They'll be pissed if I go off it. - You're live on camera.
"Whatever story you tell them, they have to run with."
That's what Brink always said.
From working as a congresswoman from Brooklyn...
after brutally murdering an innocent protest...
while Ted and Janet Riordan,
the parents of Luke Riordan, better known as Golden Boy,
have all but barricaded themselves inside their home.
Now, their attorney says they're simply in mourning,
but then why are they hiding?
And what did they do
to raise such a killer?
- This is all the way messed-up. - Yeah.
His parents are the sweetest.
I miss him.
I miss him, too.
Why'd he do it?
I don't know.
He'd know what to do.
He always did.
And he was a freaking jerk about it.
Well...
what do you think he'd do?
He wouldn't stop till he got to the bottom of it.
Jumanji!
I went to these huge parties
he'd throw with Bryan Singer in the Hollywood Hills.
It was gross.
I think he just O.D.'d.
Oh, well, but these are the only ones
with a regular person and a tiny person.
Wait. Jesus, Emma.
Did you think I picked you 'cause you get tiny?
Mm-hmm.
No.
No, I picked you 'cause you're great.
'Cause I want to learn from you.
What do you have to learn from me?
Well, you're funny, likable.
Your branding is on point.
A million followers.
My YouTube channel can barely crack, like, 10K.
Look, I used to get typecast all the time.
I was the pretty teen who fights the dad
and tries to kill the mom in four different V-TV movies.
Well, I thought you were really good in Teacher's Pet.
Thanks. -
I'm losing the enamel on the back of my teeth.
Wait.
What do you mean?
Hmm?
Oh, nothing. I'm just high.
Okay. I mean, that was obviously something,
but...
I don't want to pry.
I purge.
Purge?
To get small.
Well, to hell with that.
You're not getting small for this scene.
Who do you want to play?
Anyone.
Queen Maeve.
Then you're playing Queen Maeve.
♪ The things I want to do to you ♪♪
I wanted to invite you here
because you've been through a lot.
So I just wanted to talk and...
help... if I can.
You mean like therapy?
Thanks but no.
Before I was a dean, I was a behavioral psychologist,
specializing in superheroes.
You all act like you're made of steel.
But you're not.
No one is.
No offense, ma'am.
I'm sure you're great at your job.
It just... doesn't work on me.
I'd like to tell you some hard truths.
- Can you handle that? - Sure.
Made of steel.
I think...
it's difficult for you to open up
and to let go,
because when you lose control,
tragedy.
Your mom and dad,
which wasn't your fault.
But, still, I think you're scared
you might hurt somebody again, and so you...
You clamp up and you push everyone away.
You go back to looking out for yourself.
How am I doing? Am I warm?
Ice-cold.
I'm not here to do keg stands or get high
or get in touch with my feelings about my past.
I'm here to be a hero.
- Why do you want to be a hero? - To help people.
And the view from Seven Tower doesn't hurt.
No, sure, that's all part of it, but...
why, really?
My sister.
She got adopted.
I don't know where.
I've been looking for her.
And maybe with enough money, I can... I can find her.
Uh, she'll see that I'm...
We could be...
a family again.
Yeah.
Look, I'm not gonna
drag you in here kicking and screaming,
but I do hope you'll come back.
I like you, Marie.
I just want to help you.
Bob.
I'm Greg.
Damn it
- Calm down. - Calm down?
Brink's freaking dead.
Brink was like Siegfried.
You work with dangerous animals all day,
sooner or later, you're gonna get bitten.
I think that was Roy.
Easy, Sam.
Every time you try to leave,
you hurt yourself.
Jesus.
Where is all Luke's stuff?
- They cleared it out. - Who?
Heck if I know.
Smells like bleach in here.
Why would they do that?
What the hell is going on?
Hey, y'all. It's Justine Garcia,
and it's time to spill some tea.
It's the first week of classes at God U... - Can I see the phone?
and what's become super clear is that... - Hey.
If it's true, you should really get some help.
Can I please see the phone?
star of Fun Sized with Little Cricket
has to throw up to get tiny.
Just another example of how the patriarchy makes women
chase unattainable beauty standards,
and I, for one, am freaking sick of this male gaze.
All naughty
Like it's a tail. A big tail.
You don't think that's, like, too much?
Why would you do that?
Damn it
Was it a secret?
Of course it was a freaking secret.
Sorry, but you never said that.
I just... I thought you had an experience
that could help other girls.
Yeah, and get a ton of new followers, huh?
Okay, no offense, but you're being really intense about this.
You know what I just realized?
Luke's desk drawer was full of snaks
They're all gone, too.
So some security guard is not gonna crap straight for a week.
What?
Security camera's melted.
- Did you do that? - No.
No. Something hot did.
"Your dad has it."
What?
Okay.
If you're watching this,
I guess things got messed up
Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but they have my brother.
He's not dead. He's underneath the school.
They call it the Woods. It's, like,
this messed-up hospital or something.
They did messed-up things to him and to me.
And Brink...
Brink is a part of this.
I'm gonna go in there right now.
I'm gonna make him give me my brother back.
If you're seeing this,
I guess things got pretty messed up.
I'm sorry.
Help Sam if you can, please.
I love you, Andre.
Tell Cate I love her, too.
Sam?
His brother who killed himself?
Yeah, he had, um...
schizophrenia or some crap, right?
And he...
he died in that facility, that, um...
Some-Something Grove.
Unless he didn't.
I mean, that sounds insane, right?
Schizophrenia runs in families.
Is there any chance Luke could've had it?
I don't know. Maybe.
I mean, he was partying with us the night before.
And he seemed happy.
Why wouldn't he tell us?
I don't know.
But what if Luke wasn't crazy?
I just think... Oh, Damn
The...
interview. Um...
Go. I got to get a few hours' sleep anyway.
My head kills from all the pushing
- I've been doing lately. - No, I-I should stay,
- because we need to figure out everything that we can about... - Andre.
Andre, seriously.
It's all right to want it.
It's not just your dad.
You want to make number one,
maybe make it to the Tower.
It's okay.
Underneath that scumbag candy shell,
there's a freaking hero.
Luke always knew it.
And I do, too.
♪ Baby, I'm here...
"Hailey:
'It was just you and Andre?'
Marie: 'Just us.
We knew we had to stop Golden Boy
before he killed more innocent... people.'"
Actually, Hailey,
someone else was there, too.
Jordan Li.
Jordan's the one who really fought Golden Boy.
I heard they're projecting a nine rating.
Eighteen share for this.
Now they're saying bigger.
Is Andre measuring the drapes for his room at Seven Tower yet?
You said it, not me.
Congrats, pal.
Damn
Sam. Sam.
Damn it
That's his brother?
Where the hell is your son?
I'm trying him. He's not picking up.
I'm sure he's about to be here.
- He wouldn't miss it. - Uh-huh, well...
lose a chair.
Just, uh, give him a minute.
Uh, radio Graphics.
Now we're gonna have to re-chyron everything.
Singular. "Guardian of Godolkin."
Still too many freaking syllables.
You pick up the phone.
You pick up the goddamn phone.
Don't bother with that
Just files and the computer.
Grab the hard drive from the security office.
Meet me downstairs.
Jordan Li was the real hero.
Jordan's the one who fought Golden Boy.
And that's what really happened.
Marie.
Hailey Miller.
Oh. Wow.
Hi.
I just wanted to say hi.
You've got the script.
I think we'll have a teleprompter.
Oh. Okay.
A teleprompter.
Great.
Don't worry.
There's not gonna be any gotchas.
We won't mention your sister.
Oh. What do you mean?
I thought you knew. I'm sorry.
We invited her to comment.
You know where she is?
Not really. We just found an email.
Can I have it?
Please?
What is it?
What did Annabeth say?
She said she didn't want anything to do with you.
I'm sorry.
Family, right?
Don't worry.
Hailey, camera in two.
Sorry.
Could you repeat the question?
This is a lot. I know.
Golden Boy,
the most powerful superhuman on campus,
in a murderous frenzy,
charging,
and it was just you.
- Ready, one. - Don't cut away from her face.
She's either gonna crash and burn
or become the Black Starlight.
Marie?
I knew I had to stop Golden Boy
before he killed more innocent people.
It was down to me.
Where did you find that kind of courage?
I'm superhuman, right?
We're made of steel.
Emma?
Marie.
Did you know?
About my sister?
Sweetheart.
Of course not.
Come here.
Hey, guys.
What's going on?
- Can I help you? - All good.
Campus security.
Nothing to worry about.
The hell was that?
Hey. Greg'll clean up later. Let's go.
Oh, Damn it
Damn it
Hey!
Did you know Supes have a wider range of hearing than us?
Like dogs.
Hey, Bob.
- Turn it off. - Or what?
I said,
turn it off, Bob.
Right freaking now.
What are you doing?
I'll tell you what I'm doing, Bob.
First, you're gonna get this flashlight nice and wet
with your freaking mouth.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Then I'm gonna stuff it
right up your tight little chocolate starfish
until you see God.
Do it. You know you want to.
The hell?
Give me my freaking flashlight.
♪ Goddess on the mountaintop...
Andre.
We need to go.
Your eye. You've b... you've been pushing too much.
I'm fine. I'm totally...
Oh, damn . Cate, Cate, Cate, Cate, Cate, Cate!
Oh, damn
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Cate.
Cate! Cate!
Cate!