The Boys

-Come on. -Mm-mm.

-Just come with. -Nuh-uh.

-Please? (laughs) -No fucking way.

This may be their last reunion tour ever.

-Yeah, I fucking hope so. -(laughs)

They're the best band.

Oh, come off it.

Look, I ain't stopping you. If you really want to go,

I'll buy you front row seats. You can take Rachel.

I don't want to take Rachel.

-I want you to come with me. -(groans)

I would be forced to chop my fucking ears off.

-I'll make a mess everywhere. -Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Then I would just have to clean it up.

-You would? -Yeah.

Smart-ass.

You love it.

-Do I? -Yeah, you do.

Yeah.

-(siren wailing) -(horn honks in distance)

-Hi. -Good morning.

-(gasps) -Morning, Deputy Director.

How did you get in here?

You're like the fucking mold

on my laundry room tiles.

You scrape it off, comes right back.

Sounds like you got a little bit of a moisture problem, luv.

Security, please.

I can stop 'em getting Supes in the military.

What makes you think I care?

Personally, I can't wait until they're in Syria.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Last week.

A-Train, mainlining

before the big race. His fuck buddy,

Popclaw,

pinning the same stuff.

They call it Compound V. It's some kind of

booster or steroid for Supes.

Jacks 'em right up.

Now, word gets out that Supes

are nothing but a bunch of juice junkies,

no one's gonna want 'em in national defense.

Mm-hmm.

Got a sample?

Not yet.

Mm.

This could be heroin.

It could be anything.

You don't trust me.

Susan, I am shocked and saddened by that.

Really?

I'm sure.

Speaking of which,

I haven't seen Translucent around anywhere.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

Cunt's invisible.

He could be standing in that fucking corner,

plugging one out right now, for all we know.

Look, you think Supes are cunts now?

You just wait till they're wearing camo.

I mean, what's to stop Sergeant Homelander

from killing a couple of hundred thousand Chinese?

How are you gonna try him for war crimes?

He's gonna murder the bloody lot of us

before he steps one foot in The Hague.

I mean, you might as well hand the bloody launch keys

over to Vought right now.

You're really working this one, huh?

Just being an upstanding citizen, luv.

Oh, I know.

Okay.

You get me some hard proof,

something actionable that I can use,

and maybe I'll throw you a few bucks.

For your operating costs.

But if you fuck me on this,

for the rest of your life, you'll be drinking your own piss

at a black site.

Say you understand.

See, now, Susan, this is why it never went anywhere with us.

You can't have two alpha males, 'cause inevitably someone's...

Say you fucking understand.

I understand.

Remind me, what was our deal?

-POPCLAW (over phone): What? -What was our fucking deal?

Go to hell. I already told you, A-Train runs the Compound...

Yeah, runs the Compound V to the noodle shop up on Division.

We've been up on it all week and we ain't seen fuck all.

Well, wherever he's going, it's around there,

because every time he leaves with the V,

he comes back with the sesame noodles. That's all I know.

Well, you'd better be right, love,

or you and your dearly departed landlord

are gonna find yourselves on Pornhub

in the Fatal Cunnilingus section.

You son of a bitch, if you even...

Sorry, baby, just, work's

just been a motherfucker lately.

You know I'd much rather be at home, rubbing on them toes

than out here breaking up yard fights,

but you know, a brother got to get paid, right?

Oh, most definitely.

Payday comes, we gonna be all up in Kay Jewelers,

tearing it down.

Champagne showers.

I know, I know, I'm just kidding.

All right, sweetheart. Talk to you.

Say something.

Well, you know, Jean-Paul Sartre said

marriage stifles our essential male urges.

Jean-Paul Sartre also died a old, lonely motherfucker.

Not to mention his girl

was shacking up with some other dude.

Uh, oui. They were free to explore.

Explore what? Gonorrhea?

Come on, Frenchie.

Why work so motherfucking hard if you don't have somebody

to go home to and sleep next to at night?

Well, I go to sleep next to someone different every night.

Yeah, and that's 'cause you're an old, lonely fucker, too.

-And you're gonna die by yourself. -Mm.

Well, if you and Monique have something so pure,

why are you lying to her about where you are?

Noodle Guy. He's packing.

About time we see something.

We got to go in there, don't we?

Don't be scared, petit Hughie.

Will you stop calling me that? I'm, like, six feet tall.

(song in Japanese playing faintly)

MOTHER'S MILK (whispering): Let's hurry up, let's go.

Check those boxes.

Frenchie, look for the V.

Frenchie, come on, let's go,

Check these boxes.

Come on, Frenchie, what are you doing?

Are you deaf?

Jesus.

Who's that?

I think we should let her go.

No, no, no, no, no, uh-uh. We're here for the V, and we get out.

This isn't a rescue.

You sound like Butcher.

I sound like a motherfucker that wants to be breathing.

Goddamn it, Frenchie, what the...

Hey! Don't set her free!

Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck.

Hughie, let's go! Let's go, Hughie!

Come on!

-(groans) -(panting)

Couple weeks ago, we were all getting...

we were all getting wasted in the common room.

It was, like, Super Bowl, I think.

And I don't know. Maybe I was just drunk, but...

...you know, I tried.

I-I really tried...

to talk to the guys.

About...?

Dolphins.

Did you know, in Japan, that they

hunt down and slaughter 20,000 dolphins a year?

Intelligent animals.

Yeah, that have regional accents, and

a great sense of humor. I mean, they're...

They're hilarious.

Yeah.

And that night, A-Train