The Boys

I'll take this.

Merci.

Sorry about all the...

Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favor.

What are we gonna do with him?

Ah, we'll take care of it.

The-the, uh, tracking chip.

Already disabled.

Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie.

Oi, where you think you're going?

I'm going home. I need clothes.

We'll get you clothes.

I want my clothes.

I'll be right back.

You are, perhaps... in a state of shock, mon ami.

Hughie, you just arse-bombed America's sweetheart.

You can't just piss off.

I need to go home.

All right. Frenchie will go with you.

Wait, what? No.

Either he goes with you, or I break your legs.

Good lad.

Translucent's skin, it won't burn off.

Where you gonna stash it Homelander can't find it?

Nowhere.

But we can slow the cunt down a bit.

("Stop!" by Jane's Addiction playing)

Come on in.

Ms. Stillwell. Hello.

Please sit.

Starlight, that video.

-Ms. Stillwell, please. -No, no. Let me finish.

The date-rape girl? The victim?

She saw that video on YouTube

and she came forward to thank you.

She could not have been more effusive.

That's... that's good, right?

It is fantastic. You're polling through the roof.

You have a huge boost with men-- for the ass-kicking, of course--

but with women, too. They love the empowerment.

16 points with females 18 to 49,

even in the liberal retreat jurisdictions

like New York and San Francisco.

-I don't know what to say. -You just have to enjoy this.

This is so good for you. And it's so great for us,

because it is a partnership, after all.

-This is Seth and Evan from marketing. -Hi.

They have some brilliant ideas on how to capitalize

on all the buzz. Gentlemen.

-(quietly): Okay. So... -Yeah.

Now, small-town Iowa girl, unexpected child prodigy,

is chosen for The Seven.

Destiny knocks on the girl next door's door,

and she answers, to fight for truth and justice

-side by side with her heroes. -The Big Apple is rough, tumble.

It's got worms. Muggers and rapists and thieves, oh, my.

Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.

Or Iowa. Poor girl gets knocked around something fierce.

-Kicked while she's down. -So what does she do? Does she cry in her milk?

-Does she quit? -No way!

-(mouths) -She adapts! She transforms!

Embraces her feminine strengths.

Good-bye, Yellow Brick Road...

And hello, Starlight.

I can't wear that.

What?

Why not? It's beautiful.

Seriously?

I-It's just...

It's not me.

I designed Homelander's suit.

-This isn't my first rodeo. You're wrong.

It's totally you. It's bold, it's brave, it's feminist.

-How is that feminist? Empowering.

It says you're confident in your own skin,

and you're not afraid to show it.

Most importantly, it tells the story.

Of your transformation, of... of what you're going through.

How exactly do you know what I'm going through, exactly?

I'm sorry.

I-I appreciate the effort,

I really do, but I'm fine with my old outfit.

-We're not. -Excuse me?

Starlight, like I said before, this is a partnership.

In a partnership, there is give and there is take.

It's my body.

I have the right to choose how much of it I show.

That is true. You do.

You just won't be doing it in The Seven,

unless it is wrapped in that.

Tomorrow, A-Train versus Shockwave.

The race of the century.

The question now, Al, is can A-Train keep his title

as the fastest man alive?

Or is tomorrow the day he runs out of track

at the hands of this fresh-faced young challenger?

Just wait here, okay?

Tomorrow, live on pay-per-view,

the race of the century.

Well, Shockwave...

Hughie?

Oh, hey, Dad.

Wh-- look at the,

-you-you've, this is... -Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about this.

I just, I've been meaning to clean up the Supe stuff

for a while now, so...

What, are you going somewhere?

-Yeah. For a while. -Where?

Uh, I don't know.

Well, now, you're scaring me, Hugh.

All right, now, I-I spoke to Dr. Feldman...

-My pediatrician? -He's still your doctor.

And he's given me the name of someone you can-you can talk to.

Help you, you know, get back to normal.

There's no normal anymore.

What do you mean, there's... Look.

We've always been very open with each other, right?

We-We've always told each other everything.

-Talk to me. -Stop it.

-What do you mean, stop it? -Stop it.

I have never told you everything.

I have never told you how much I hate sitting on that couch,

staring at the TV like we're already dead.

How much I fucking hate Pizza Rolls.

-No, you love Pizza Rolls. -When I was seven!

I am not seven.

I'm sorry.

My father was bipolar.

One night, when I was ten,

he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.

Give him that work! -Kick his ass!

Yo!

What the hell is wrong with y'all?

This is not what we do here, gentlemen.

Now, didn't I tell you, we take turns at the pong?

Oslo, Deeaygo, tell me you put your names up on my board?

Apologies, Mr. Milk. No, sir.

Nuh-uh, me, neither, Mr. Milk.

Which means that you have cut in line

in front of everybody else in here.

What else does it mean? Come on, spit it out.

Means that we're disrespecting all the other niggas...

Excuse me?

All our fellow brothers in the unit.

Now, you both know how to write

in the English language in a passable fashion.

I know that, 'cause I've seen to it myself, have I not?

-Yes, sir. -Then please, place your John Hancocks on my board.

Yes sir, Mr. Milk. Thank you.

At the bottom of the list.

Oh, hell nah.

What the fuck do you want?

What, I can't visit me old mate?

Rekindle the unbreakable bonds of brothers-in-arms?

-Nope. -Come on, M.M.

Bring it in.

Look, if it's all the same, let's just cut the small talk.

All you're gonna do is lie and say how you're doing fine,

and I'm gonna lie and pretend like I'm happy to see you.

Why are you here?

All right.

-How'd you like to come back, have another go? -Mm-mm.

No, sir. Keep it to yourself.

I don't want to know nothing about nothing.

I'm a happy man now. Life is good,

-Monique is back, we're good, just... -Oh, yeah? How is Monique?

Spits on the ground every time your name comes up.

I can't do that to her again, man.

Not to mention, I'm actually making progress with these boys.

Yeah, so I can see.

Don't make me come out there!

Well, this is God's work.

I can't argue with that. But a man of your talents?

-Wasted here. -Look, Butcher,

we were into some bad shit, man.

Even before the Mallory stuff. And that, that was...

If I'm gonna make a difference,

I just feel more comfortable doing it on a smaller scale.

I'm a motherfucker with a heart.

Whereas you?

You're just a motherfucker.

Funny you should mention making a difference...

...'cause we just dusted a Supe.

Bullshit.

Translucent.

What the f...

Well, come on, you lime-sucking smart-ass.

How the hell did you do it?

Well...

Big lump of C-4, packed right up his fudger.

Boom. Claret everywhere, fucking diabolical.

But before the fireworks, he coughed up a solid lead.

Spilled the beans in a big way.

Now, we play this right,

we could shake up the whole hornets' nest,

bring down Seven and Vought at the same time.

Mm-hmm.

You mean do Homelander?

This is about Becca, isn't it?

It's always about Becca with you.