- [Assistant] I am sorry. He's very tired.
- I understand he's had a few surprise visitors today,
but you tell him he's got one more.
The name's William Butcher.
(ominous music)
(buzzer buzzing) (gravel crunching)
(bass guitar music)
- Mr. Butcher, I can't apologize enough for what I've done,
but I can't give you the information--
(chair grating)
But I can't give you the information
you or Grace came for either.
- What was he like?
- Who?
- Homelander.
Growing up as a lad, what was he like?
- I am sure you don't want to talk about this.
- Oh, there is nothing I want to talk about more.
And who knows better than you?
- When he was a little boy, five or six, he was quite sweet.
He'd cuddle up to me.
He'll have stories about Davy Crockett, Teddy Roosevelt,
loved the idea of the woods, the forests, manifest destiny.
But I needed him to be the strongest man in the world.
So I went to work on him.
He didn't even want it.
It was for me.
- Mm.
And that wasn't your only sin,
was it?
- It weren't Homelander who wed my wife away all them years.
- It ever occur to you
the pain you caused sorry bastards like me?
- That's a time it was barely a blip on my radar.
- Tell me, doctor, what's your radar telling you now?
- Do what you want to me, but I can't help you.
My family would be in--
- Your family's already in trouble=
'cause I'm about to go into that room next door
to your daughter and I'm gonna bash her brains out.
And then I'm gonna find your two sons
and their wives and their little kitties.
Your whole (bleep) family dies today.
Or, you help me?
(faint horn music)
What's it gonna be, doc?
- How?
How can you be (bleep)?
(footsteps plodding)
- Oh, look at this. Thank you. (laughs)
Do you know, I can't remember the last time
I had a good cup of char.
(liquid pouring)
You're a doll.
(footsteps plodding) (William slurping)
(smacks lips) Ah.
(synth music)
(upbeat rock music)