Gen V

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 fucking 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 shit.

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 fuckery.

Great fucking 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 shit.

Oh.

I promised myself I'd keep my head down,

work my ass off.

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 fucking... I'm live here.

Fucking 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 fucking shit.

Fucking number fucking 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 shit.

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 nuts.

Every hour, on the hour.

And every time you swing, yell "Jumanji."

Sound good?

Sounds fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 nutjob 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 slut. 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, ass-fucking for money.