NO ONE'S POV:

(Butcher, Frenchie, & Y/N are cleaning pieces of Translucent.)

(Y/N): [gags]

Frenchie: I'll take this. Merci.

Hughie: Sorry about all the...

Butcher: Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favor.

Hughie: What are we gonna do with him?

Butcher: Ah, we'll take care of it.

Hughie: The-the, uh, tracking chip.

Frenchie: Already disabled. Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie.

(Y/N): We...ugh...got this covered.

(Hughie starts walking away.)

Butcher: Oi, where do you think you're going?

Hughie: I'm going home. I need clothes.

Butcher: We'll get you clothes.

Hughie: I want my clothes.

(Y/N): I feel that.

Hughie: I'll be right back.

Frenchie: You are, perhaps...in a state of shock, mon ami.

Butcher: Hughie, you just arse-bombed America's sweetheart. You can't just piss off.

Hughie: I need to go home.

Butcher: All right. Frenchie will go with you.

Hughie: Wait, what? No.

Butcher: Either he goes with you, or I break your legs or I have (Y/N) break your legs.

(Y/N): *shrugs his shoulders*

(Hughie begrudgingly agrees & walks out.)

Butcher: Good lad.

Frenchie: Translucent's skin, it won't burn off. Where are you gonna stash it Homelander can't find it?

Butcher: Nowhere. But we can slow the cunt down a bit.

(Butcher & Y/N put two trash bags full of Translucent into a chest & blow up the scene of the crime.)

Pack-N-Go Van

(We see Y/N, Mother's Milk, & Butcher inside of the van.)

Milk: A rental, you cheap bastard.

Butcher: Who do you think I am, some double-O wanker? In case you haven't noticed, we ain't exactly rolling in it.

Milk: And you don't think this is conspicuous?
Butcher: Conspicuous? No, I don't think it's conspicuous. I think a big black van with fucking "Flowers" on the side is conspicuous. This is just another truck on the street.

(Y/N): It gets the job done.

Milk: And this is the guy you got for Homelander.
Butcher: He's tougher than he looks.

Milk: For a Greek mythologist, he better be.

(Y/N): Greek mythologist. Funny. I'm something like that.

[RHYTHMIC KNOCKING]

Butcher: Bang on time.

(Hughie walks in.)

Hughie: Uh, hi. Hughie.

(Frenchie walks in.)

Milk: Smelly motherfucker.

(Mother's Milk charges at Frenchie & two have to be separated.)

Hughie: Butcher, who is this guy?!

Butcher: You'll give the game away!

Milk: Not until this frog gets what's coming.

Frenchie: Only thing that is coming is me on your mother's titties!

(Y/N): Wow!

Milk: Let me through at him, bitch!

Butcher: Hey!

Milk: We had an agreement about him.

Butcher: We agreed to put a pin in it, all right?

Frenchie: What agreement?

Milk: There was no pin. I don't trust this French whore.

Frenchie: I am more American than you, you racist piece of shit!

Hughie: Why are they fighting?!

Butcher: Nothing. It is water under the bridge.

Milk: You tell that to Mallory's grandkids. Tell them it's water under the bridge.

Frenchie: That wasn't my fault, huh?

Hughie: Who is Mallory?

(Y/N): Hughie and I really need some context here.

Butcher: All right, the both of you, knock it on the head, now!

(Mother's Milk's ringtone plays Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley & Mike Stock. He kisses to end the call.)

Frenchie & Butcher: [laughs]

Milk: Fuck all of y'all, okay?

Butcher: All right. All right. Listen, you two knobbers kiss and make up, yeah? We got a fucking job to do.

Frenchie: Fuck it, Degage, huh?

(They shake hands.)

Milk: Who's this guy?

Butcher: The new lad. Hughie. Hughie, Mother's Milk.

Hughie: That's a...nickname?

Milk: No, my mother actually named me Mother's Milk.

(Y/N): Hm.

Hughie: Did-did she?

Milk: So we got a French whore, a Greek mythologist, and a Stephen fucking Hawking. Great job, Butcher.

Butcher: Well, it was Stephen fucking Hawking who dusted the Supe.

(They look over at the camera.)

Frenchie: She's home.

Hughie: That's Popclaw, right? A-Train's girlfriend.

Milk: You think her and A-Train are, uh...

Butcher: Yeah, playing bury the bishop.

Milk: Didn't hear anything about it. I'm usually up on these things.

Butcher: According to Translucent, A-Train knows this bird inside out. All right. Let's get the bugs sorted, see for ourselves.

(They start getting everything ready & Hughie starts unpacking.)

Hughie: Where-Where'd you get this shit, Circuit City?

Milk: Right? He's a cheap bastard.

Hughie: You know, we don't actually need to sneak in anything.

Butcher: Eh?

Hughie: Look, all I need's her IPv6 number. Every desktop, every smart TV in the house has a camera on it. They probably have one in every room.

Frenchie: Even in the toilet?

Hughie: No, Frenchie, not in the toilet. Look, I just need five minutes inside. I mean, home service is my specialty.

(Y/N): Tech guy.

(Hughie's able to set up the camera's in her apartment where they find out that A-Train was on Compound V when he ran through Robin.)

Hughie: What the hell is Compound V?

Milk: Sounds like some kind of performance enhancer. Steroids for Supes?

(Y/N): That's just not fair.

Hughie: Yeah, well, whatever it was, he was juiced up on it when he murdered Robin.

(They see Popclaw get a bag full of Compound V & A-Train about to take it.)

Butcher: [sniffles]

Milk: What are you grinning at?

Butcher: Oh, I don't know, mate. Maybe it's 'cause The Seven might just be a squad of manky 'roid heads. Now this is exactly the kind of malfeasance that Langley is gonna eat up by the spoonful.

Frenchie: Not until we're sure it does what we think it does.

Butcher: If we get a bit, can you work it out?

Frenchie: Oh, I can run some tests, of course. But there's no way of knowing unless I try some myself.

(Y/N): Or myself. Considering I'm a Supe.

Hughie: Amazing idea.

Butcher: We'll cross that bridge when we burn it. First of all...we got to get some.

A-Train vs. Shockwave Race

(All they go off into their positions for the plan. Of course, Y/N is a part of the security detail.)

Shazam: One step closer to the big leagues. [scoffs] What a fucking joke.

(As he's keeping watch, Starlight walks past him.)

Shazam: Annie? Annie? Annie!

Shazam: Annie? Hi!

Starlight: (Y/N)? What are you doing here?

Shazam: Security. Again. Didn't think I would see you again.

(She closes the door.)

Starlight: Neither did I. Security isn't my thing.

Butcher (over earpiece): Fuckin' hell, (Y/N). You know Starlight?

Shazam: [clears throat]

Starlight: Well, (Y/N), it was...It was really nice to see you, but I should get going.

Butcher (over earpiece): No, (Y/N), we need more time.

Shazam: Can I buy you an overpriced beer? You know, for old times' sake?

Starlight: Throw in some overpriced nachos?

Shazam: Lead the way.

Starlight: Okay.

(Cut to them eating nachos.)

Shazam: Okay, I'll admit, this is kinda weird.

Starlight: Because we used to date?

Shazam: [chuckles] Yeah. I mean, three days ago it wasn't weird.

Starlight: And why is that?

Shazam: It wasn't as intimate.

Starlight: Are you saying I'm a freak now?

Shazam: What? No, no! That's not what I meant at all. I just meant...I didn't think I'd date Beyonce before she was "Beyonce."

Starlight: [laughs] I'm messing with you.

Shazam: Okay.

(Frenchie's unable to find any Compound V, meaning they're fucked.)

Starlight: No, it...It was really nice to talk to someone who knew me from before. Once you're behind the scenes, it's...it's different.

Shazam: Like how?

Starlight: I don't know...if they really want you to be a hero. I think they want you to look like one.

(He turns off his communicator.)

Shazam: The other day on the bench, you were talking about just how much you hate being on The Seven.

(She nods in agreement.)

Shazam: Then, um...just quit. Just walk away. I mean, you got nothing to prove.

Starlight: So you can take my place?

Shazam: Ha, no. Last I checked, I'm not some gorgeous blonde.

Starlight: I should probably get back, you know, before they send a search party for me. [chuckles] So...

Shazam: Yeah, totally. Um...listen, Annie—Starlight. What do you want me to call you while you're in costume?

Starlight: Annie.

(Y/N): Duh. Look, I know we've done this dance before but if you're willing to give me another-

Starlight: Would you like my number?

Shazam: Yeah. Wait, I think I still have it.

Starlight: I have a new number since then.

Shazam: Okay. Do I call you, or do I hope you're at an event I'm security for or hope for a team-up?

Starlight: A team-up would guarantee us spending time together, so...

Shazam: Get your people on that.

Starlight: Will I then finally see the real (Y/N)?

Shazam: Absolutely.

(While at the track...)

(Cut to Butcher, Hughie, & Y/N in a van with Frenchie driving.)

Butcher: So, how the hell do you know Starlight?

(Y/N): She's the ex I mentioned a couple days ago.

Butcher: Huh. You have her number?

(Y/N): I got her new number.

Butcher: Good.

Hughie: Nice.

(Butcher answers a call from Mother's Milk.)

Butcher: M.M.

Milk: Popclaw's eyeballing a vial of V like it's made of Snickers.

Butcher: What, you think she nicked some of A-Train's stash?

Milk: That's exactly what I'm saying. Get over here now.

(Cut to them watching Popclaw squating a lot after taking some Compound V.)

Butcher: Fucking hell.

Milk: You said it. She's been at it for an hour.

Butcher: How'd you know to keep an eye on her?

Milk: Okay. You see that red case over there? I've been around long enough to know a fix kit when I see one. And she told A-Train that V's a slippery slope. So she's got experience. I figured if you wait around long enough, two plus two equals nasty.

Butcher: Sherlock fucking Homie. Now admit it. This beats babysitting delinquents any day, don't it? [chuckles]

Milk: [quietly] Fuck...

(They watch Popclaw seduce the landlord but...he doesn't get a happy ending.)

(Popclaws screams at the realization of what she's done.)

(Y/N): That is, uh, some way to go.

Hughie: You let that guy die. And he didn't do anything wrong.

Butcher: He was dead already.

Hughie: That's bullshit.

Butcher: So you can cross a street, run up four flights of stairs in ten seconds like some Supe, can you? I don't see you crawling up (Y/N)'s arse about not saving him.

(Y/N): It would've taken me too long. I have to run out of the van, say my word, and frantically open every room on every floor because I don't know what floor Popclaw is on.

Butcher: And Hughie, even if you had've got there, she would've clawed your fucking head off. Now we got her right where we want her.

Hughie: What? What? What are you talking about? You're a smart lad, but you still ain't twigged to the one weakness they all got. Their reputations. Come on, Frenchie.

(Butcher & Frenchie leave the van.)

Milk: Like you said. Whatever the price, you'll pay it. Right?

Vought Headquarters

(Homelander shows Stillwell the box of the remains of Translucent, along with the message...)