What?
What the fuck is Project Butterfly?
What?
Well, we got a situation here.
- What? - I hooked up with a chick.
And I'm not saying that to make you jealous.
I'm saying it because she was a meta-human freak
that threw me around the room like an angry kid
with his little sister's Cabbage Patch doll.
Oh, fuck!
Where is she now?
She spilled gumbo in the parking lot.
I need a new ride. I blew up my car.
Are you running?
I'm going back to get my shit in her apartment.
Oh, shit! All right, I'm on my way.
I haven't given you the address.
I can track you through the chip in your head.
Wait. You can't see me jerk off or anything, can you?
It's inside of your fucking skull. How could we...
I don't know. Technology is a beast.
Hey, Harcourt, you want to see me rub one out,
all you got to do is ask.
Focus.
Pervert. Get your shit
and get out of there.
All right, I'll meet you outside, somehow.
Fuck!
New girl, you're driving.
Peacemaker just killed a damn butterfly.
Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it?
- Get it on - Get it on top
Make a move extreme
- Make a pose - Shortcut to your dreams
Float straight to the stars on that flying thing
- Getting high - Getting brave
- Getting snowblind, game - Set, go
Pick a tune, chick harpoon In a world beyond
Get a beat, got a heat On a phony string
Tear your world apart
Once the magic starts
Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it!
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it!
Baby you're losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
- But you - Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it!
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna Do ya really wanna taste it!
Baby you're losing ground Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
- But you - Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Where the fuck are my socks!
God damn it, Dad!
Oh, yeah, yeah
Fuck yeah.
You have him on the tracker?
Yeah. Looks like he's still inside the apartment.
We're almost there.
Okay, get him out of there.
Harcourt,
I don't think I need to remind you how important this operation is.
I've got it handled.
Don't worry, I'm almost there.
You know, in your room, what you have in there,
that's not safe.
- What? - You had someone in your room.
- Is it against regulations? - I didn't say that.
- What are you doing? - This op is off the books.
We don't have regulations,
but it's not safe, is it? For her, I mean.
- I don't know. - It's not.
- What are you doing? - Watch the road.
I also have dogs.
- Okay. - Do you think they're safe?
- Are they big dogs? - No, they're pretty small,
but one of them, Emerson, he likes to wear these little outfits.
Do you think that's gonna make him a bigger target?
Jesus Christ!
Almost hit that bitch.
Peacemaker's vehicle is at the scene.
Can you change the name on the registration?
- Yep. - Good.
What the hell?
The report said an explosion.
How'd the possum stay intact?
I hope this isn't some cape shit.
We've got enough trouble with that maniac vigilante running around.
She said, "Tell me, son What's your kind of thing?"
Shit!
I go whoo, ooh, hoo, yeah
Whoo, ooh, hoo, oh yeah
What's this?
Pizza?
Officer, put that down.
- Why? - Because I think it's a face.
A what?
A face, a human face.
Back up, the medical examiners are on their way, Detective.
Could you move any fucking slower?
I'm trying to be sneaky.
Oh, shit!
Can you believe this idiot fucked a butterfly?
I mean, the man's been in prison for four years.
There's not much I'd believe he wouldn't fuck.
A bowl of oatmeal,
grapefruit,
some yogurt.
I'm hungry.
Look, I know you don't believe me,
but Emerson, he really does like to wear clothes.
If you don't put him in something new in the morning,
he'll just whine until you do.
Do you pet the dog when he looks cute in these clothes?
I guess.
He doesn't want to wear the clothes.
He's just willing to humiliate himself for your love.
I think he just likes looking smart.
Where the fuck is he?
Emerson?
- He's at home. - Not the fucking dog. Peacemaker.
I used to love her but she turned me away
She couldn't take me for another day
What is that, a cat?
Super neat.
I see cookies in my future.
Must have.
Love her once then she'll love you twice
She got a hold of my dirty device
I go whoo, oooh, hoo, yeah
Whoo, oooh, hoo Oh, yeah
What?
What the fuck are you still doing in there?
I told you, I'm getting important shit.
Well, there too many cops outside the front door,
so you're gonna need to find another way out.
You see Eagly out there at all?
Your eagle?
Yeah. Could you, uh, could you look for him? Is he out there?
No, man. I'm not gonna fucking look for your eagle.
Harcourt, just do me a solid.
Just roll down the window, stick your hand outside
and then crinkle a bag.
He'll think you have chips, he'll come right out to you.
Why are you feeding him chips?
Is that somebody in the window up there?
Fuck!
What was that on his head?
Really?
You didn't fucking trust me?
Excuse me, ma'am.
Is there any other way out of this building?
Just the front door here and another on the side.
Okay, you two, with us.
You two, cover that side door.
There's no exit on the back of the building,
so see if you can get to a balcony on the second floor and jump.
"Jump"?
Go around back. Go around back.
- Fifth floor, right? - Yep.
Yeah.
Gonna catch a bad guy
Damn! My heart is beating.
Is your heart beating?
No, my heart stopped beating.
You said four or five?
- You see that? - Yeah.
Hey! Hey, stop right there!
Song, just saw someone going from the fifth floor to the sixth.
Was he wearing something on his head?
Well, that I couldn't see.
Head up onto the sixth floor then,
we'll check out this apartment down here.
Hey, man, what's up?
Is Freddie there?
Freddie who?
Freddie...
No, there's no one...
No, you guys are doing Chardonnay and charcuterie, right?
I saw it on the evite.
You guys sent me a...
Pondor... Flinder... Tinder... Grindr...
Fuck!
Shit!
What are you doing?
Pick those up.
Knock on doors.
Fuck, man. Please, pick them up.
Okay, okay, okay.
Evan, what is going on?
This guy broke in, call the cops.
You call the cops.
Baby, he has a knife on me.
You're helping him.
Hey, hey. Shh, both of you.
- Well, thank you, sir. - Yeah, no problem.
I don't think anyone's in there.
All right, Peggy, remember, we didn't get an answer from that one.
He's obviously a professional. Look how he's dressed, Amber.
Okay.
I'm gonna need a rope, twine.
Why?
Unfortunately, I have to tie you up.
Okay. Okay, listen, I just want to talk to you straight, bro.
Like one human being to another.
I will die of claustrophobia if I get tied up, so...
Yeah, sure.
Oh, fucking shit! I'm so sorry.
- It's clear. - He's gotta be upstairs then. Come on.
- That's the best I can... - Thank you, man. Thanks.
I found this.
That'll work.
I used to really love Cinderella.
Yeah. Tom Keifer and the boys are the perfect mix of blues and metal.
Fuck yeah.
Yeah.
I appreciate that.
Thank you, ma'am. I'm sorry to wake you.
That's the only apartment that didn't answer.
It doesn't hurt too much, does it?
No, not at all.
Nice negligee.
- Really? - Yeah.
Evan says it makes me look fat.
You have better PJs. That's all I ever said.
I don't see how that could be. Geez, dude.
Thank you.
It's nice to be appreciated.
- Are you fucking kidding me, Amber? - What?
Are you seriously trying to get him to fuck you right now?
What? No, I just said it was nice, god damn it!
And we also seem to have a lot in common.
Like what?
We both love Cinderella.
Seven years, not once have you mentioned Cinderella.
What? I talk about Cinderella at least once a week, Evan.
You just never fucking hear me
because you're always going on about Coldplay
and Foster the fucking People!
You're going to put down my musical taste now?
How fucking low are you?
"Pumped Up Kicks," Evan?
Do you know what that song is about?
Murder! You are a murderer! You are murdering my spirit!
Yeah? How do you think my spirit feels when you're trying to fuck
this really cool, handsome guy right in front of me?
I am not trying to fuck him.
But you know what, Evan? Oh, my God. Maybe I will.
Who knows what's gonna fucking happen, right?
Because I'm tied up, I'm helpless.
That means anything can fucking happen, right?
I mean, seriously, who fucking knows?
You...
Evergreen Police. Open the door or we'll break it in.
Fuck.
Evergreen Police.
Asshole!
There he is.
- Fuck! - Ow!
Oh, thank God!
Hey, hey.
Ooh!
Wow!
Damn it.
- Come on. - Where is he?
He jumped.
My wife is a dick! You're a fucking dick!
Because you don't have one!
Detective Song, this is Captain Miele.
Do you copy?
Copy, Captain.
I've arrived with back up. Have you located the suspect?
They're saying he jumped off the rear of the building, Captain.
You, come with me, back of the building.
Let's go.
God damn it!
Fuck.
What do we do now?
Wait here.
Listen, I can help.
I'm stellar with weapons in combat.
Cool your jets, Jason Bourne.
Just be ready to take off when we get back to the car.
Being a wheelman is also dope.
I got you.
You, on the roof,
stop right there.
Evergreen PD.
Do not move.
Step forward and into the light.
Captain?
Captain Miele, do you copy?
Hey, come on.
Stop! Police!
Stop or I'll shoot!
Shit! Should I take off?
No, he's not fucking here yet.
Come here.
Shit.
Let's go! What are you waiting for?
That thing better not shit back there.
Can't house-train an eagle, dude.
Not without stealing its soul.
Hit the switch to ignition honey
Take a ride in my mind
Gotta say that I love this feeling
It's good to be alive
You change the car registration into someone else's name?
Not only that,
I changed the fingerprints out to the same person,
which they'll discover when they get the lab results
back in a couple of days.
That's possible?
Yeah, for this guy with two thumbs, it is.
That's not how that works, but, good. Great. Who did you change it to?
Mr. Murn, you're gonna love this.
August Ransom Smith?
Yeah. What?
I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions for us.
Yeah, I mind. More from you than him.
Why more from me?
Let's just say that egg foo young ain't my thing, baby.
Walking scrotum here doesn't like egg foo young.
Got that, Fitz?
Yeah, I'll put it in my notes.
Where were you last night from about midnight to 2:00am?
I was right here, and I don't gotta answer you.
What's your fucking problem, pal?
You playing dress up again?
Yeah. You'll wish it was dress up.
Is that a threat?
No, I don't threat, I just do.
Now get the fuck off my property.
Maybe you can tell us why a 1976 Ford Comet registered in your name
was left at the Wild Estate's apartment complex uptown?
I don't have a Comet.
That's my kid.
Your kid, as in Christopher Smith? Peacemaker?
Arrest me or get the fuck out of here, chopsticks.
Yeah, well, we'll be seeing you, fork.
"Fork"?
Why not "spoon"?
Everybody in the world uses spoons.
Yeah, but that asshole doesn't know that.
That's true.
I mean, "spoon" would have been more demeaning.
- Yeah. - Makes it like a baby thing.
You know, little babies use spoons.
Okay, adults also use spoons, but I get it.
You hear anything about Peacemaker getting out of prison?
No.
You'd think we would have been notified.
Yeah, you'd think.
You could have chosen anyone,
and you put the car registration in the name of Peacemaker's father?
I had to act fast. You were in the bathroom.
I didn't know if you're going one or two.
Was I supposed to text you when I'm taking a shit?
I would have appreciated...
I'm not gonna text you when I'm taking a shit, John.
Okay, fine. I guess I'll have to guess
what's happening every time you go in there.
We're trying to get this man on our side,
and you thought the right way to do that was to frame his father.
I don't want to be insubordinate,
but I kind of did some magical shit here today,
and now I feel like you're angry at me.
No, I'm not angry at you, John,
but I am starting to think you're an idiot.
Ugh, come on, man. Don't use the "I" word. It's not cool.
Hey.
- What do we tell him? - Nothing.
- We just got shot at! - Like...
Whoa!
Like, my adrenaline was pumping.
Pumping. Like, glass breaking and everything.
You ever been shot at?
No.
- Kidding. - You fucker.
You're doing great.
Why are they called butterflies again?
Again? We never told you.
Okay, Dye-Beard.
Hey, guess what? I'm done.
Dude, it's not finished.
I'm not gonna do this if you keep calling me that name.
- What name? - That fake name.
You saying I'm fake news?
No, I'm saying you're a fucking asshole.
I'd rather be with Harley Quinn than you.
I'd rather be with the Weasel than you.
The only thing fake news around here is the beard.
I'd rather be with fucking Bat-Mite than you.
Who's Bat-Mite?
He's a two-foot tall inter-dimensional imp who stans Batman.
I'd rather be with him.
- He's a real guy? - Yeah.
- It's finished. - Fuck is the world coming to?
From the beginning, I've kept this operation completely off the books.
So how did this... What's the dead woman's name?
Annie Sturphausen.
How did this Annie Sturphausen know about Peacemaker?
Maybe someone's feeding the Butterflies information.
- Who? - Waller.
It's not her.
I don't think it's Waller either.
You don't know her like I do.
I saw Waller knowingly sacrifice troops,
including a colonel in the United States Army,
to meet her objective.
We could simply be a decoy team
from whomever else she's really entrusted
with taking down the Butterflies.
Still no reason to give us up.
Well, the four of us and Waller are the only ones who knew about it.
You're the one who brought the Butterflies to our attention,
so it can't be you, and it's not me.
I just put my ass on the line to save Muscle Man Weekly.
It's not Muscle Man Weekly
'cause he's the one who almost got killed.
So if it's not Waller and it's not us, maybe it's her.
Me?
Does anyone here know how she ended up on this mission?
I got skills.
I got my Binks-Fendelmire Strategic Combat Certification
at the age of 14.
Binks-Fendelmire is kindergarten shit.
What about since then? What are your actual qualifications?
And how do I know that you're not one of them?
It's not her.
I trust her the most because Eagly liked her.
He tried to bite me.
Yeah, but not as hard as he tries to bite everybody else.
It's obviously... Elmo.
Economos. Fuck you.
Why do all of you have such weird last names?
- John didn't do it. - Thank you.
- He's too big of a pussy to betray us. - All right.
Not on purpose, but... Okay, follow me, so...
He's, you know, hanging out, having some fun,
maybe doing some fentanyl with a prostitute
in the back of a hillbilly strip club.
He's fallen in love 'cause it's obviously the first time
he's put his balls in somebody's mouth,
and he starts getting loose lips, you know, just showing off.
"I'm on a team with the famous Peacemaker
and we're taking down the notorious Butterflies.
- My beard's real." - Are you fucking stupid?
Sounds more plausible than I wish it did.
What? I don't even like when my balls are in somebody's mouth, okay?
It gives me the wrong type of chills,
and all I can think about is how long it's been
since I've gotten checked for testicular cancer.
Too long.
You are so fucked up, it's adorable, Dye-Beard.
Don't call me that!
- Fuck! Come on, bro. What the fuck? - I don't think it's any of us.
Well, then, why did Sturphausen try to kill Peacemaker?
Maybe she brought him back her apartment for the purpose he thought she did.
But why would she decide, after they hooked up,
that she needed to kill him?
- Oh, shit! - What?
I gotta brush my teeth.
Cool.
You left the dossier of the person you're supposed to contract kill
for the government in the apartment of some rando who blew you?
Not some rando who blew me, man. We fully fucked.
I thought it'd be safer on me than in the car unattended.
What was I supposed to do, drop it off at home first?
Yes!
You don't understand what we're up against here, Smith.
The fate of the country depends on this mission.
And nobody told me that.
Nobody's even told me what a fucking butterfly is.
Murn.
Yes.
You don't think that she left any monster STDs on my dick, do you?
Come again?
Wait, is being a butterfly like a venereal disease of some type?
Fuck, am I going to become one? Am I a fucking dick vampire now?
When were you gonna tell us there were witnesses?
I kidnapped a couple for a minute.
Evan and Amber Calcaterra. Can you take care of them?
Want me to take care of them like...
No, just convince them not to finger Peacemaker.
More like, uh...
I have no clue what that is. Why are we playing charades?
'Cause I don't want to say it out loud.
I still don't know what that is.
Leota?
Bribery.
Yes, please. Go do it, now.
I need Harcourt and Economos here, otherwise I'd send them.
Be straight with me, man. I'm a dick vampire, aren't I?
No, you're not a dick vampire. You're just a dick.
I never thought you'd hurt me
I guess you live and learn
When you're playing with fire
You're bound to get burned
I've been mistreated
I've been used before
I get kicked in the face
Still I come back for more
But I won't cry no more 'Cause the tears are all in vain
Everybody fucking hates you!
And Dye-Beard could be your friend,
but you push him away, like you push everybody away
'cause you're a fucking dick.
You killed Rick Flag.
Flag was right.
Peacemaker. What a joke.
Buddy?
Hey, what the fuck you doing, you fucking stalker?
- Dude, are you all right? - Fuck, dude.
What you doing? Are you looking at me and jerking off right now?
Is your dick out?
What? No! No, man. Look.
I'm not gonna fucking look. It's the oldest trick in the book.
I look and you're fucking rock hard and you throw jizz in my face.
No fucking way!
What? No, dude. My dick is not out.
Is that what you get off on, me seeing your fucking dick?
No, who the fuck said that?
Louis C.K. Piece of shit.
Louis C.K. said that? I'll fucking kill that guy.
No, he didn't say it. You, you're like Louis C.K.
Because I'm funny?
Fucking funny? Dude, no! You show people your dick.
What does that have to do with Louis C.K.'s comedy specials?
I didn't say shit about his comedy specials.
What the fuck, man?
Louis C.K. was showing people his dick. He himself.
- Because he's a ginger? - Fucking... What?
Well, I don't fucking know.
I'm just trying to figure out the connection.
Dude, Louis C.K. showed people his dick, all right?
- He did? - Jesus, man, do you read the news?
No, what for? It's depressing.
Look. Hey, I'm begging you.
Will you please, please, just look at my crotch?
Come on!
See?
Can you see that?
Why the fuck don't you use the front door like a normal person?
Well, I saw a light on in here,
and I thought someone was creeping around.
- I'm really happy you're back. - Yeah.
- Why are you crying? - I'm not crying.
Fucking doing face muscle exercises.
I'm exercising the muscles in my face, making my face more muscular.
I can tell under your mask, your face is skinny as shit.
You don't do these exercises for your face.
Some of them look like crying. They're not crying.
Well, can you maybe teach them to me?
I guess.
Mr. and Mrs. Calcaterra, I'm going to ask you some questions.
Yes, this is a real badge.
Fuck!
Evan, I can open the door myself.
I'm being a gentleman, you fucking asshole.
Dick.
- Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Calcaterra? - Yeah.
Just wondering if you would answer a few questions for me.
We're on the way to the station now to look at mugshots.
Yeah, well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Firstly, I'm wondering whether you saw the guy
in your apartment that you think you saw?
Or did you maybe see another guy that you actually didn't see
but you think you did?
And secondly,
I'm wondering if you've ever had an all-expenses paid trip
to the beautiful Lake Tahoe, Nevada?
Are you trying to fucking bribe us?
No.
Oh, I was hoping you were trying to bribe us.
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to bribe you.
When I was arrested,
the cops turned this place upside down for evidence.
Need some help cleaning up?
I guess.
So, how did you get out anyway? I thought you were in prison for life.
It's a secret.
- Dude, I'm your best friend. - No, you're not.
Well, who's your best friend then?
Someone you met in prison? I knew it.
Dude, it's Eagly, obviously.
Okay, of all people, who's your best friend?
- I don't even know your secret identity. - Yeah.
I don't tell you my real identity for your sake.
I don't want to put a target on you. People will try to use you to get to me.
- Okay, where does this go? - With the other tapes.
You think people are going to torture me to get your secret identity?
I am extra special careful in all my heroic endeavors,
which is probably the reason why, and I don't mean to be a prick,
you went to prison and I didn't.
Where does this go?
The CD rack, dude.
See, when they put my mugshot up in the post office,
it's just going to be a circle with a red visor,
and they're going to have to figure out
what my head looks like based on the shape.
And I know I have a bony face
'cause I don't do face muscle exercises,
but that doesn't cut down very much on the suspects.
Hmm.
Hey! Holy shit! Look at that! It's a funny smiley man.
Hey, do you want to come over and play?
Man, that's adorable.
- Hey, how'd you get out anyway? - I work for the government, okay?
Post office?
You think they'd fucking let me out of prison to deliver mail?
I don't know. It was the first government job I could think of.
Dude, I kill people for them, okay?
I did it down in Corto Maltese,
and now I've got to do it here in Evergreen.
That's why I'm out, in exchange for that.
Oh, that's sick!
I... I used to think God put me here for a purpose, for peace.
I always said I didn't care how many people
I needed to torture or kill to get it but...
You know, lately, I just think I'm a fucking maniac, like...
I don't know, I'm having feelings about things.
Okay.
Do you think I feel good,
when after some dude does some atrocious act
that I have to kill them?
I don't know.
When I find out someone murdered an innocent person,
or sold somebody heroin, or did some graffiti,
and I kill that person with my bare hands,
their eyeballs popping out of their skulls,
you think that it gives me pleasure?
Phew. No.
Well, it does.
It gives you pleasure too, Peacemaker.
That's 'cause we're born killers.
What separates us from other killers is we only kill bad people.
Usually. Unless there's a mistake.
Now, do I sound like a fucking maniac?
Hey, what do you say we celebrate you getting out of prison?
No, I have to study the dossier of the senator I gotta kill.
I've been saving up appliances ever since you were arrested.
I've got fire for a heart
I'm not scared of the dark
You've never seen it look so easy
I got a river for a soul
And baby you're a boat
Baby you're my only reason
If I didn't have you There would be nothing left
The shell of a man Who could never be his best
If I didn't have you I'd never see the sun
You taught me how to be someone, yeah
All my life You stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights They can't blind me
With your love Nobody can drag me down
All my life You stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights They can't blind me
With your love, nobody can drag me down
All my life You stood by me
With your love Nobody can drag me down
Nobody, nobody
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody, nobody
Yeah!
Fuck yeah!
Nobody can drag me down
It's definitely this guy.
It's this guy.
Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Jesus Christ, you again?
August Smith, you're under arrest for the murder of Annie Sturphausen.
I don't even know who the fuck that is!
Get the fuck off me!
Fuck you!
Go fuck yourself, old man!
I'm ready to crash and burn
Sold you karma for some moolah
Pretty ugly and pretty young
I smelled you hookah And follow your mantra
Crash-ing, fly-ing...
Keeya...
You know that I'm going to be working some weird hours.
And I was thinking maybe you and the fur kids...
Well, you know.
No, I don't know.
Boots on rocks off
It's not that big of a deal.
All this work for a one night stand
Learning my role Or kamasutra
Amber?
Got no jingle You know myjam
I fuckin' rocket ride With his married bride
Crash-ing, fly-ing
White trash...
No.
I can't believe they legalized that shit.
More for me.
Three years ago, I would have shot both of you in the face for that.
Goddamn barrel is smokin' Rattle and rollin'
What the fuck?
Dude.
Holy fuck!
You got to burn that card before the river.
Dude, how many times I got to teach you how to play this fucking game?
Dude, seriously, you piss me off.
Holy shit!
Look who it is.
That's my spot between 5:00 and 7:00 during winter.
The fuck you talking about, old timer?
Ever heard of sunset?
That light there comes in through that window,
and I like the feel of it on my skin, so fucking move.
Yeah?
And if I don't?
Guess.
Fuck it.
I ain't dying for this seat.
I thought we sent capes over to Arkham or Belle Reve.
System's overcrowded.
He'll have to stay here through his trial.
All hail
the White Dragon!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
It's definitely not the hot guy.
- Fuck you, Amber! - Eat me, Evan!
- This guy. - Okay.
Can I keep this one?
Sure.