The Boys

Howdy, boys.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

: How are you guys doing? Good?

Why don't you, uh, go have a smoke or something, okay?

I got this.

Oh, and, uh, you guys...

you are the real heroes.

("Rock el Casbah" by Rachid Taha playing)

Gentlemen.

Oh!

-(screams) -(crunching)

All clear, boys.

Mission accomplished.

God bless America.

Captain.

I found this.

The Islamic State is not exactly

a hotbed of scientific expertise.

But they've counterfeited

this Compound V shit of yours?

It seems that way, Mr. Secretary.

How did they get the formula?

Honestly, we have no idea.

Well, you must have some idea.

Some tourist shoplift it from your lab?

Or maybe an inside job?

Sir, we would like to get to the bottom of this

as much as you would.

Ms. Stillwell,

if I had my way, the Justice Department

would haul your smug, tennis-toned ass

into Congress and make you testify

to corporate fraud.

What is Lockheed Martin's number one product?

Sorry?

Its top seller.

You should know this,

you served on their board of directors.

-The Patriot missile. -Correct.

Northrop?

B-2 Stealth.

General Dynamics?

Tomahawk and the M1 Abrams.

Billions of dollars of bleeding-edge hardware.

Do you know what all of that is as of today?

A worthless pile of shit.

Because Naqib and other super terrorists like him

can flick away that junk like flicking a flea.

So it doesn't matter where heroes really come from.

Frankly, it doesn't even matter

how the enemy got the Compound V.

What matters is they've got it.

It is a whole new world now.

And there is only one company

that has the product to fight back.

My company.

My product.

What can I say?

The Pentagon's agreed to keep Compound V classified.

Classified?

What the fuck are you on about?

Because of the Naqib asshole that is out there,

we have to keep Vought happy now.

Vought are the ones that fucking created the cunt.

-We have no solid proof on that. -No hard proof?

I fucking well rescued the proof from a basement.

She's sitting on a bloody bog as we speak.

Listen. Listen.

Vought's manufacturing super villains.

It's the story of the century.

Don't you want a fucking Pulitzer?

Well, fuck you, too, then.

Susan, come on.

There must be something we can do here, yeah?

Look, the military deal is signed and sealed.

Do you think one mute girl is going to derail that?

Especially coming from the fugitives

-that killed Translucent? -Fugitives?

Vought insisted and... and the DOJ agreed.

You're wanted men now.

-(knocking on door) -Hello?

This isn't a day spa.

Other people got to use the facilities.

Look, I gave you the V.

I gave you everything you asked for and more.

I trusted you, and this is the fucking thanks I get.

Butcher, I will still protect your families.

Yeah, and keep your bleeding career even safer.

Well, what about me and the Boys, then, eh?

You cut bait and run for your lives.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, mm-hmm.

Right.

All right, then, love.

Well, that's all under control, isn't it?

-Oh. We need to split up. -Mm-hmm.

Oi, what the fuck are you doing?

We ain't, we ain't done yet.

The hell we ain't.

We got Vought, the Supes, and the Feds on our asses.

I'm going to Montreal.

Yeah, and how you gonna get

your crazy-ass girlfriend over the border?

She has a name.

It's Kimiko. Okay?

-Kimiko. -Oi, listen.

Shut your fucking traps.

We're on the verge of nailing these cunts.

And you want to cut bait and run

before we've played our final card.

Okay, what is it, man?

Give us a couple hours. Yeah?

Hughie, you're with me.

Come on, son.

Chop, chop.

Oh! Annie.

You scared me.

You didn't say you were coming.

I hid this under my floorboards right after Daddy left.

I thought that maybe

he would come back for it, but...

-Still smells like him. -It was a bad habit.

His father smoked a pipe, so, you know...

What's Compound V?

Uh, Compound V?

I don't know, sweetheart.

Should I?

How old was I? Hmm?

How old was I when you let Vought pump me full of drugs?

-Annie, honestly, I don't know what you're talk... -How old,

when you let them turn me into a freak?

You're not a freak.

Never say that.

So it's true.

Annie...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

-Did, did Vought tell you all this? -No.

No. A friend told me.

How much did they pay you?

-It wasn't about money. -How much?

There was no money.

They, they, they just paid

for the medical bills, that's it.

I did it because they, they promised

that you'd have a chance at an extraordinary life.

To be strong and successful and special.

I mean, who wouldn't want that for their...

You made me think that I was chosen by God.

You were!

God brought Vought into our lives.

He made this possible.

Bullshit!

You did!

And then you controlled every single minute of it.

You woke me up at 5:00 a.m.

to train for those stupid pageants,

and the tap dancing and the tae kwon do.

I gave up every moment of my life.

I-I-- and I was happy to do it.

This was our dream.

This was your dream!

I never got a chance to choose my own dreams.

No wonder I don't know who the fuck I'm supposed to be!

Annie.

Was it really bad investments?

-What? -You told me that Daddy left

because he lost all of our savings.

He agreed to all of it.

And then, one day, he... he didn't,

so he walked out on us.

Maybe he didn't want to lie to me.

So I'm the monster?

You have a good life.

-(sighs) -People would give anything to be what you are.

I thought I did what was right.

Annie, Annie.

Annie! Annie!

It's time to knock back some of this per diem, buddy.

: Oh, it's a pretty fancy bottle.

What are we, uh, what are we celebrating?

What are you talking about? The Seven getting called up.

Yeah.

You know the whole reason the Navy discontinued

their Sea Mammal mine clearance program?

It's because it cost way too much

to train the fucking dolphins.

Yeah.

But with me on board,

it's like a, it's like a pick-up game of basketball.

I've always wanted to lead my own unit, Jeff.

It's like a dream come true for me.