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[theme music]
Why me?
Because you're a predator, Miss Frost.
Because at the end of the day,
you will do what's best for you
in the long run.
That will mean planting yourself
where you can be of the most use to me.
In the short run, that will mean surviving.
You seem awfully confident I won't stop you.
My precious girl,
you won't even remember you were here
until I let you.
As psychics go, you're--
Oh, what's the phrase?
Bush league.
I could strip you down to a single screaming neuron of pain
without blinking.
And the only thing that stops me
is my confidence in your practicality.
They're all going to die, Emma.
Millions in minutes.
No warning, no escape.
And you're going to be right in the middle of it.
Then how am I going to survive it?
Secondary mutation, dear.
We're going to create one for you.
Not that I have to ask, dear, but tell me,
do you like diamonds?
Nothing is changed.
A lot's happened, bunch of students gone,
but that don't change what matters.
What matters is the fight.
What matters is the last time you were in this room
you all wussed out.
Excuse me?
- Wolverine: Yeah. - I'm sorry, sir,
but the last time we were in this room,
we found my best friend dead,
and then hell opened up underneath us.
Literally. Sir.
Yeah. Wow. That's really terrible.
But you want advanced self-pity.
I think that's Professor Summers across the hall.
This is combat.
But, uh, isn't the Danger Room inactive since the--
Isn't this just a room now?
Yeah, it's a big, gray room.
No computers, no simulators.
Kind of bare.
They should maybe get a burn.
So what's the, uh, danger?
Lights.
[metal scraping]
And we assume the children are going to
survive this experience because...
Logan will go easy.
Well, for Logan.
It's what they need.
Going up against the great and terrible Wolverine?
They'll come out feeling like heroes
just 'cause they survived.
And again, the assumption...
Well, nobody's afraid of me or I'd have done it.
[metal scraping]
Nice.
My claws will pierce your armor,
but not the rest of me.
What's that stuff made of?
It's... my family.
I... I mean the line of my ancestors
passes this strength,
this protection that I can access.
It's hard to--
You didn't know? You wouldn't go through?
What am I, research guy?
It all worked out.
I could be dead.
[groans] Dead sounds nice.
Bunch of whiners.
I'm never gonna make X-Men.
So, what do you think?
Does this qualify as... crowding you?
It is what I would call a good start.
And, uh, what would you call a good finish?
Uh, I'm not sure I--
- Kitty? - Kitty: That's me. What can--
Oh, God.
Dad.
- Whoa. - This is impossible.
Wait.
This is impossible.
I know.
And this has sort of been happening a lot to me.
It's true.
I know.
But it's me. Believe me.
Nobody else would feel this way just looking at you.
Oh, Daddy.
I know you've got a lot of questions, kitten.
I just have one.
Why did you let us die?!
Why did you let us die?!
[gasping]
Kitty, are you--
Oh. [sighs] Damn.
Bad dream.
Yeah. Real kicker.
Are you all right?
Uh-huh. Gettin' better already.
Sebastian: Having fun, Emma?
Bad dreams? Big deal.
I dream myself to life.
I sleep and make me over and over and over and over.
Yes, as you've mentioned over and over,
and can we dispense with the preliminaries?
I rather crave action.
Is that why you grow so careless, Sebastian?
To force my hand?
I think we've been spectacularly patient, child.
You show up with no regard for--
I could hear every word you thought in Genosha.
But Xavier couldn't.
Dear Charles was the only real threat to our little cabal,
and he was well wrapped up in his own problems as always.
I think Sebastian is right.
Bless you, lady.
Unlikely.
I don't know.
Oh, you never know.
I'm sorry. I know you're the teacher and not me,
but I'm so bored.
I want to dream some noise.
That's a majority, dear.
You don't run this club.
I kept you alive, young lady.
And I returned the favor.
Sebastian: Ladies.
I'd like to mention two things.
First, while the original Hellfire Club
has devolved into a glorified strip bar,
we have an actual mission.
A holy one, to me.
And second, we were all brought together by one person,
and in my opinion, hers is the only voice that needs be heard.
Perfection, is it time?
Emma, your game is first.
Agent Brand: Nothing has changed.
The mutant situation is still a threat.
And I will continue to monitor the X-Men and--
I know how you monitor, Agent Brand.
You've broken every law you've ever heard of.
You're harboring an international criminal.
Intergalactic.
The term is intergalactic.
And that means it's so far out of your jurisdiction,
you couldn't breathe there.
Whatever relationship you had with Nick Fury,
it's over.
SHIELD isn't just gonna roll over
every time you get whimsical about the laws of this planet.
My relationship with Fury is the only reason
SHIELD ever heard about our business, Director Hild.
I don't know what microsylaphic moron
thought you had the stones to run the company,
but without Nick, all you are is under foot.
Get in my way, I won't even hear the crunch.
Threats.
From where I'm standing, Brand,
you're nothing more than a thug.
Well, that's the problem with living in the clouds, commander.
You can't see the big picture from this far down.
This is Agent Brand to the peak.
Upbound, 18 minutes away.
Align trajectory on my mark.
Man: This is the peak.
Trajectory confirmed.
We got news, boss.
I'm totally cool.
I'm totally calm, and I'm totally cool.
My calm is exceeded only by my cool,
which is total.
Here we go.
No, I was just reading.
'Cause if I'm bothering--
Come in, please.
Is it about your dream?
No, it's-- Well, not that part of the dream.
I mean, I have something that--
I'll just go.
Go?
You know, it was nothing, and so we're done...
...with nothing.
I think you should stay and tell me what's on your mind.
I can go through you, you know.
I have powers where I can do that.
Are you going to yell at me some more?
No, but we've been through all this stuff,
and I'm in my room thinking
if this was the perfect situation
we'd be on a meteor hurdling into the sun,
or infected by brood or something really important,
it would draw us together,
and you wouldn't be standing there like a big dumb big guy and--
[gasping]
Perfection: I know.
The others don't, of course.
Not even Cassandra, the great psychic,
truly understands what's going on with you and Summers.
You really love him.
With all my predator's heart.
Darling.
I'm just finishing up some bills.
Scott, I know things haven't been...
I wish you'd come to bed.
It's bills, Emma.
One of the things you swore never to do.
Scott, I mean it.
Come to bed.
I have a surprise for you.
Later. Okay?
Oh, Scott. This is really special.
This is what you want.
I mean, I'm wearing your favorite outfit.