The Boys

Go on, son. Have a bump.

Shit. What the fuck?

- Homelander's gonna love this. - No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Homelander has agreed to donate to the Starlight House, which is...

- No. No. - I mean, giv... Come on, give it up.

- Give it up for this guy. - No, no, no.

I'm not just like the rest of you,

I'm better.

- Homelander is a fucking psychopath. - Homelander is protecting them.

You said you'd always looked out for me. You promised!

- Well, maybe I don't want to look at you. - I hate you.

This little guy here is my son.

Fuck you, fascist!

You help me out with one small favor,

and I'll help you.

- Do you have it or not? - Original recipe, all 11 herbs and spices.

Just a pinch.

My name is Annie January, and I fucking quit.

I say you're one of the Boys.

You are like rabid little doggy,

but loyal to whoever holds this chain.

Your brain's leaking.

Temp V is gonna kill you both.

How long I got? Months. 12 on the outside.

Homelander needs to die.

That's it. Whatever it takes.

Soldier Boy's our weapon. He's how we kill Homelander.

Did you know?

That Soldier Boy was my father?

Get out of the building, now.

Butcher, stop!

The thing you wanted, he's right fucking there, and now you blink?

I made a promise.

You don't need me anymore.

I could jump.

You can fucking fly.

Good evening!

Now, look, I know it's a late night,

so I just wanted to come out and say thanks for your patience.

The bar remains open, and, uh...

Oh, yeah, Colorado and Nevada just went to Robert Singer!

Whoo!

So, stay tuned.

I feel like we're gonna be back very soon with some very good news.

Thank you, and God bless America!

Motherfucking Gruyère puffs?

What am I supposed to do with these?

She says you've been working too hard. You need to eat more.

We pull this off, I promise I'll grub all these motherfuckers.

Hughie, come on. I need eyes.

Yeah, yeah, just give me one... more second.

Sorry, sorry. There's, like, a million connectors in here, and I can't see shit.

Are you helping, or you just showing off?

Oh, for sure both.

Is that it?

All right, live and in living color.

Butcher, you copy?

Where the fuck is Butcher?

Oh, don't you fucking start. I'm fine.

Charcuter.

Who are you talking to?

I ain't said a word.

Geez.

All right. Come on, then.

Evening, cunts.

We're here to commit a bit of high treason.

Going up.

Hey, whoa, hey.

The plan is you wait here, cover our exit, no?

Oh, come off it. Watch a fucking door?

Kimiko, if Butcher steps one foot in that elevator, break his arm.

Please remove obstruction from doors.

Fuck me.

Okay, big man, let's do this.

There's a lot of people in there.

Come on, kiddo.

Would you be scared of a bunch of cockroaches? Huh?

Yeah. Then baby chicks or whatever.

Look, the-the point is, you have nothing to be nervous about.

Come on. We've talked about this.

They're only humans and...?

Toys for our amusement.

- That's right. - Yeah.

We got this.

Hold up, hold up.

Okay, we got a problem.

W-Wait, what is... he doing here?

Homelander's in the building.

If you see him, do not engage. I repeat,

do not engage with Homelander.

That means you, Butcher, you copy?

My goodness, you look beautiful this evening.

Especially you. Zoe, uh, y-you remember my son, Ryan?

- Yeah. Hi. - Hi.

Hey, Zo, you know what? I heard that this hotel makes its own ice cream.

Why don't you take Ryan and try and find some, huh?

What a great idea. Go for it, sport.

Just nobody come back pregnant.

Just kidding.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. They're too young. Although,

Ryan could spew goo if he wanted to.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Oh, I've supported every new administration

for the past... 16 years.

I don't want your support. You're on trial for fucking murder.

- Hi, Doug. - One,

that's a formality, and two, that's a clear-cut case of self-defense.

That thug threw a projectile at my son.

It was a plastic bottle.

Could've had anthrax in it.

Not that that would've hurt us, but there was a principle at stake.

And, besides, when I took that monster down, people applauded.

Your shareholders didn't.

Well, that's why you and me are gonna prove to them

that even with a "soft on crime" fucking libtard

- for a president... - Mm.

...it's gonna be business as usual at Vought.

Any transaction you and I may or may not have had is ancient history.

Well, then let's make some new history.

Ladies and gentlemen, Victoria Neuman.

Let's give her a round.

Huh?

Girls get it done in the White House.

Hmm? God bless you.

Give us a minute here, would you, love?

Listen, Ryan, I've got a lot to say...

and fuck all time to say it.

I got a lorry out back. I can get you out of here.

- What are you talking about? - I know you're angry at me, and you've got every right to be.

But you know how dangerous Homelander is.

- He's my dad. - Right.

H-He murdered some poor sod right in front of your eyes.

- That guy was a pedophile. - It ain't true.

He-He's lying to you.

Let me take you to Grace, all right?

A-And then you don't got to see me no more.

Please, I'm... I'm begging you.

It's what your mom would want.

No means no, William.

This isn't the Neverland Ranch.

Don't worry. Nothing bad's gonna happen, right?

Oh.

Seems it already has.

Look at that big black mass curdling around your brain.

What do you got, six months?

Less?

That's too bad. W-We're not gonna have that last dance together.

I'll miss us.

Bloody hell.

You wank to your own voice, don't you?

That's the spirit, champ.

Son.

Come on. I do not want to miss Smash Mouth.

So many pantsuits.

Mom?

What are you doing in here?

Apologies, Miss Neuman,

we're with your mother's detail.

Is that Zoe?

We'll be done in just a minute.

Why don't you wait outside.

Frenchie, what's happening? She's a fucking Supe.

She's a fucking Supe!

Yeah, I guess I'll just, uh...

...wait here.

It's okay.

We see nothing.

Ça va? Non ça va?

We need an exit, now!

There's a window on the south end of the hallway.

Uh... We're eight stories up.

Frenchie, trust me.

- No! - Frenchie!

Motherfucker.

Yes.

- Oh, shit. - Oh, mon Dieu.

Oh, God.

Oh, gross.

Thank Christ. Can we go now? Jesus.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

You got to teach Butcher the meaning of the word "covert."

He just got made by a 12-year-old.

You mean Zoe, who just murdered two guys?

Vic, you-you shot your own daughter up with V? How could you do that to her?

- I needed to keep her safe. - Safe?

You turned her into a fucking monster. Like you.

I'm sorry. That sounds like the pot calling the kettle

a teleporting dude with his dick out.

Worst mistake I ever made.

Vic, you and me, we were...

We were like family. I mean...

was everything just... bullshit?

I almost told you once.

That night of the blackout, you remember?