The Boys

Scorched-earth.

Shock and awe.

Blood and bone.

In the end...

...only one of us left standing.

Too fucking right.

Easter is just around the corner.

How perfect would it be for your Second Coming

to come on the day of Jesus's Resurrection.

You got the president killed.

I didn't have a choice.

It's over. You will never hear from me ever again.

She's using you!

- You're throwing us away... - You shut the fuck up!

...for a woman who thinks you're pathetic! Kevin!

You step one foot in the water anywhere,

we're gonna kill you!

Why would Homelander be bringing together

the world's most dangerous psychics?

Literal thought police.

There is no room for heresy.

I really did care. I was just like you.

Be the annoying, Goody Two-shoes asshole that you are.

- What do you want? - Your help.

You see, Billy

had no conscience.

He will ask you to pull him back.

But the truth of the matter is, is that you are fucked when you get in his way.

'Cause anyone who's ever loved you, you end up getting 'em killed, don't you?

I set the Doppler system on the roof to detect unexplained objects.

Frenchie. Frenchie.

Thank you for saving me.

Mon coeur, you saved me.

No. No.

No.

"I, Serge Emilien Les Saintes,

being of unsound mind and haggard body,

declare this my last will and testament.

Though I have no worldly possessions to bequeath.

But as I compose this letter on cardstock smuggled into the Freedom Camp,

within the a... nus

of a rotund guard with colitis named Burt,

I am reminded that I do have something to give you...

the knowledge that I've seen each and every one of your assholes."

Excuse me?

It says what it says.

Um, "Butcher, I installed a toilet cam once, purely for science...

long story... and inadvertently captured yours.

Hughie and M.M., as we were bent over and searched

for contraband in the camp. Annie, I accidently

walked in on you and Hughie plumbing each other's depths,

but you did not notice me." I-I am... I'm just gonna

- skip ahead. - Yeah, that's a good idea.

"Some refer to it as a mud dungeon..."

"Chestnut balloon knot."

Okay. Okay.

All right, he drew... he drew sketches.

This is mostly asshole-related, but, um, okay, yeah.

I think he's getting to his point. Um,

"We've been through so much together,

the best and worst of times.

And I've become closer to all of you than my own blood.

So close that I've seen all your assholes.

And that, to me, is a true mark of family.

You are my family.

I cannot know if I will have wiped my own slate

clean enough to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

But fear not. I am at peace,

because for a moment, I knew Heaven on Earth.

In your arms, mon coeur."

Here's to the mavericks.

The radicals.

The revolutionaries.

Because the ones strong enough to change the world

are the ones who usually do.

Easter Sunday, 4:00 p.m. live from the White House.

Homelander reboots the universe.

Streaming on VoughtBook, VoughtTube...

It's all right.

I'm not here to hurt you.

- You mean like last time? - Look at you.

No harm done.

How'd you find me?

Crime Analytics caught wind of a young man flying outside Kolvereid.

Tends to draw attention.

I don't want your help.

I know. You've made that very clear.

But you're also the son of God, and you should not be sleeping in a barn.

You can have a whole floor of the Tower,

do what you want with it, come and go as you please.

I don't want to be anywhere near you.

Everything is different now.

I've ascended.

- I'm immortal. - Then why do you give a shit

about what happens to me?

Because we're family.

We have the same blood pumping through our veins.

Yeah, well, you've got your shitty racist dad.

- So you don't need me. - No, Soldier Boy doesn't matter.

You and I, that's all that matters.

I know you,

because I am you.

And you're me.

Dad?

Get fucked.

I am nothing like you.

You were already the most powerful person on Earth.

And you were a lonely, miserable piece of fucking shit,

throwing tantrums when you didn't get what you want.

Why the fuck would more power make you any better?

It's just going to make you an even more lonely,

miserable piece of shit.

Scaring people into calling you God

doesn't make you God.

And deep down, you know that.

It's okay.

You don't know what's going on.

It's okay.

But you will.

She won't talk,

or she can't talk?

I don't know.

That girl's got a real, uh,

"I'm gonna rip your arm off and fist you with it" energy.

She's been through a lot.

What's Sage saying?

- Is there any sign the experiments worked? - Nope.

Which means Frenchie died for nothing.

All right, when you get to where you're going,

make sure you change that dressing out.

- Okay. - All right.

When are we leaving?

That's a good question.

I told you, we're not running.

I'm not asking you to run.

I'm asking you to save these people.

Save them from the guy whose hog

they were drooling to suck literally yesterday?

I bet Homelander has a weird dick.

We can do more.

- We want to do more. - Saving these people

is the best that any of us can do.

Just get them to Canada,

hook up with the rest of your team and keep helping people one at a time.

While you die on some suicide mission?

- Do you even have a plan? - I mean,

suicide versus Canada, it's a real horse race.

Am I right?

Gotcha. Earnest o'clock.

I'll fuck myself right out.

When I joined The Seven,

I was so excited to meet Queen Maeve.

But... never meet your heroes.

She was bitter, she was checked out, and she just...

She gave away so many parts of herself, there was nothing left.

And I was such an annoying little shit,

just running around, saying, "There's always something worth fighting for."

I swore to myself I would never let that happen to me.

But it did.

Not anymore.

I'm not on a suicide trip.

It's not a lost cause.

It's not even about winning. It's...

It's about keeping the light burning as long as we fucking can.

So thank you for being my annoying little shit.

I don't know about "never meet your heroes," by the way.

It worked out okay for me.

Happy anniversary,

Mr. First Gentleman.

I had it custom-made from turbine-grade titanium.

The straps are reinforced ballistic Kevlar.

- Mm. - No matter how much I defile you,

this one will never explode.

Oh, baby,

I lucked out when I arrange-married you.

Mmm.

Hmm.

- Oh. - You need more time?

Ain't enough time in the world for that one.

What's the problem?

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I am honored to be writing Homelander's speech,

heralding the coming of our new Lord.

But?

I guess I just didn't expect so many people would...

...doubt...

Homelander's godhood.

You still have that '95 Chateau Margaux?

The one you took from that pedo-priest at Immaculate Conception?

Mm-hmm.

- Let's crack it open. - Great idea.

Look, I know you're pissed at me,

but I really need you right now.

What is he thinking?

If I press him, will he flip on Homelander?

Oh, for fuck's sake, is this the eighth grade?

So, all those people who are gonna doubt?

What if you did something about it?

What do you mean?

I think you know.