Freedom Fighters: The Ray

People of Tulsa, this is your last warning.

Turn over your undesirables and we will leave your city standing.

Resist, and we will destroy everything you hold dear.

This is your final warning.

- People of Tulsa, this is your last warning. - Stay back.

Turn over your undesirables, and we will leave your city standing.

- On my signal. - Resist,

and we will destroy everything you hold dear.

- Move, move! - This is your final warning.

Give in. There's nowhere to run.

Your heroes won't save you.

Mommy, it's The Ray.

The Freedom Fighters are here.

Heads up, people.

The Reich has the refugees on the run, and they're heading this way.

Hold the line here.

We need to give them a chance to make it to safety.

Get airborne, gentlemen.

Make those Nazi scum see the dark.

Just what I was thinking.

What the hell just happened? I can't see anything.

Can you see this?

It looks like they've had enough for today.

Good work, Phantom Lady.

Scratch one tank.

It's not like the Reich to give up so quickly.

It sucks, I wanted to punch more Nazis.

Don't worry. There's plenty more where that came from.

That's not good.

Super not good.

Overgirl.

I calculate decent odds for the five of us against Overgirl.

Unless she brought friends.

You just had to say that.

Looks like the whole gang is here.

Come on, we have to give the refugees cover.

Get me in close. I've got an idea.

John, now!

Stay.

Red! Get to Ray.

I'll deal with Overgirl.

- Red? - Systems, sub nominal.

It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of here.

Negative. Total failure imminent.

You have to make sure my neural cortex is destroyed.

Your cortex is you, man. I can't.

Cannot chance Reichsmen accessing data.

You must pr...

The android's brain, give it to me.

Not a chance.

Surprise.

Missed me.

- Missed me again. - Miss this.

We can't hold them off forever.

- Come on. - Crazy good timing.

Red Tornado's gone. He gave me his cortex.

Darrel!

Give us the cortex.

Get out of here. I'll hold 'em of.

No, John, don't.

Go.

I'm going to enjoy killing you, most of all.

Go.

Get to safety. We can't let them get Tornado's cortex.

I'm not leaving you behind.

I'm not giving you a choice, bro. Go.

Did your new landlord give you a reason for the eviction?

No. A week after he bought the place, we saw an eviction notice on our door.

Just us. No one else in our building.

We're the only Muslims.

Don't pack your bags yet. We'll send somebody in to investigate.

Thank you. I don't want to pull my kids out of school,

and everywhere else in the neighborhood is so expensive.

My brother, Michael, was my age when he died.

That was eight years ago. He was a Marine.

And he was killed by an IED in Afghanistan.

He gave his life trying to make the world a better and safer place.

His sacrifice inspired me to devote my life to making a difference too,

by ensuring that everyone, regardless of race,

religion or gender, has a safe place to live,

which is why we're asking you to vote to expand

fair housing laws to cover even more people,

like military veterans, and those in the LGBT community.

- What do you think? - Uh...

Maybe you should switch to decaf.

Come on, John, I'm serious.

So am I. You need to loosen up.

You've gone over your speech a hundred times, like, I've got it memorized.

I just want it to be perfect.

Don't sweat it.

And I mean that in its literal form, like, I can smell you from here.

It's so bad.

The big shots are here.

It's go time.

Actually, John's going to do the presentation.

He says he's got it memorized.

Lie, total lie. He's gonna crush it. It's gonna be great.

My brother, Michael, was my age when he died.

I'm gonna stop you right there, Mr...

Terrill. Ray Terrill.

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

After some thoughtful consideration, we've decided to shut down your department.

Shut us down?

I ran on a platform of tax cuts, and the money has to come from somewhere.

You can't close our whole department.

People rely on us.

Let's be honest.

The communities you're talking about didn't vote for me.

I'm focusing on the ones that did.

Hey, whoa.

You put that down too fast, it's just gonna come right back up.

So what?

It's not like we have jobs to go to tomorrow.

At least you and Jenny put up a fight.

I... I just stood there with my mouth open, like an idiot.

You weren't an idiot.

And it's not like our bitching accomplished anything, anyway.

Some fights you just can't win.

Case in point.

I honestly don't know what's more pathetic, though, like, your mom's use of emojis

or the fact that you're 22 and still live with your parents.

No, no, no, no. I have a winner.

It's that you still haven't come out to your family.

Ugh, we've been over this.

And it never makes any more sense, at all.

You know how conservative my parents are.

I've got to go about it in just the right way.

Waiting until you've figured out the perfect way

is just an excuse to procrastinate.

You're becoming a procrastor-faker.

You're procrastinating and faking, it's not working.

If I'm procrastinating, it's for a good reason.

They're still disappointed

I didn't go into the military like Michael.

Then why not just move out?

When I find a new job that let's me help people,

- that pays the bills, I will. - Then move to Sweden.

We'll get you a Swiss Army knife,

take you to Albert Einstein's house, it will all work out.

Not all of us have trust funds

from great-grandparents who invented diet soda.

You know, I'm counting my blessings every day, don't judge me.

Yeah, speaking of,

a handsome stranger's been over there staring at you for the last 10 minutes.

Uh... No.

Come on, just talk to him, he's cute.

I may not be gay but I have eyes, like I'm...

I mean, he's handsome, look at him.

- Look at those eyes. - No.

I'll make weird squawking noises if you don't,

- okay? - Please, not again.

Loud, obnoxious,

publicly embarrassing squawking noises, if you don't.

This is your moment.

- Hi. - Hello.

Sorry, I just realized that I forgot to park my car.

Could you give me a minute?

Dude! Really?

Help yourself out right now.

Everything looks great, Mom.

Thank you, sweetie.

Robert, dinner's ready.

- Raymond. - Dad.

Dig in, while it's hot.

How was work, kiddo?

How's that pretty girl you work with, doing?

Jenny?

She's fine.

She's just so lovely.

Need to find you a girl like that.

Actually, there's something you guys need to know about me.

I wasn't exactly planning on telling you tonight.

It's been a bit of a day and, uh...

And I'm unemployed.

You lost your job?

They're shutting down our department.

Oh, Ray.

Well, maybe this is a blessing in disguise.

Maybe this is the push you needed to get yourself a real job.

You know, like when your brother lost that football scholarship

and decided to join the Marines.

Well, that was a total disaster.

I don't even know what I was thinking.

Who comes out to their parents over meatloaf?

John, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Help. Help.

Just hang on.

Hang on, I'm calling 911.

What the hell?

What just happened?

John, you think I could swing by real quick?

And when other me died his body blew up into,

like, 1,000 beams of light, which went right into me.

I think I'm okay though.

Oh, come on, John.

The longer it takes you to say something, the crazier I think I am.

I don't think you're crazy.

I think you're a really good liar.

I mean, you said "other me" with such a straight face, like, I almost believed you.

It really happened.