The Boys

Federal authorities have initiated

a manhunt for William Butcher.

It's Vought. It's a fucking coup

from the inside.

I know who killed Raynor.

Something to do with the Supe terrorist

smuggled into Jersey.

Her brother.

I just want me wife back.

Bring Langley the terrorist and you'll have her.

I was told he would never know about Ryan or me.

That was the deal.

You need to make him leave.

Because if you don't, I'm gonna take Ryan

and I'm gonna run.

Superheroes are not born, but made,

via Compound V.

We got a Supe terrorist below deck

and shit could go sideways just like...

Ah, fucking diabolical!

I said he was mine.

You snooze, you lose, Gramps.

Our newest hero,

Stormfront, stopped the terrorist

before he could take more innocent lives.

Communication is everything.

Steve and I had been dating for two years

when he asked me to marry him.

At the rehearsal dinner, my dad said

we should look into a 529 account for our kids.

Steve laughed and said that was nuts

and that we were never having kids.

Which was, um, news to me.

Yeah. Long story short, um,

the caterer was totally cool with everything,

but the Marriott did keep our deposit on the banquet room.

So... Yeah.

Communication.

...details are still emerging about the Supe terrorist

whose senseless attack on an apartment building

left 59 people dead and over 100 injured.

His name? Kenji Miyashiro,

a Japanese expatriate living in the Philippines.

Miyashiro was radicalized by the extremist group

Shining Light Liberation Army.

Witnesses who caught a glimpse of the killer

described him as dead-eyed and unemotional

as he rampaged through the apartment building...

It wasn't your fault.

Many of the 59 victims have not yet been identified...

Kimiko, look at me.

...to notify their families.

Look at me.

Investigators have so far not disclosed

further details about the attack,

but officials have announced

they will hold a press conference later this week.

I-I didn't mean to.

I'm sorry. I was just...

No one can debate

that New Yorkers owe their lives

to the brave actions taken by Stormfront.

Earlier today, Stormfront made an appearance

at a New York City park.

How many more people have to die?

You guys, I have been shouting

up and down the hallways at Vought,

and you know what they're doing to stop another attack?

Jack (bleep).

Let's show Vought what they have to do.

Tomorrow morning, Vought Square.

: Be your own hero. Make your voice heard.

I am counting on you to show us the way.

Don't let me down.

There you are.

I was beginning to worry.

I've missed you...

...so much.

Are you thirsty?

My good boy.

I ever tell you about my recurring dream?

I'm on stage, alone, at Carnegie Hall.

The audience is made up of every poor bastard

who got killed by the superheroes.

What are they doing?

Nothing. They're all just watching me.

Waiting for me to do something.

We hit a dead end on Raynor.

I'm sorry.

Christ, I don't want to hear sorry.

Sorry's not an option.

We can't have anonymous skull-exploding assassins

walking around.

What if they hit the speaker next?

Or the president?

Liberty?

You mentioned her before.

Second-tier Supe, active in the '70s.

She was all over Susan's private server.

Get Marvin to talk to this Liberty.

Address on the back. North Carolina.

All right.

We'll see what we can find.

Wait.

I found Becca.

Or, at least, our best guess where she is.

Vought facility, armed to the teeth.

Won't be easy.

We had a deal. I didn't come through.

Jesus, Butcher, I'm just giving it to you.

It's my fault you stopped searching for her.

I put a target on Homelander's back

and pointed you right at him.

I didn't know Becca was still...

It'd be good to have one less person

in that audience staring at me.

Hey!

See?

You get disrespected over and over and over,

that's what happens.

I mean, how much shit is he supposed to take?

-Everybody respects you. -(exhales)

Fucking terrorist was my save, not hers.

It was mine.

What? Now that-that media whore i-is the face of The Seven?

-No, she's not. No, you are. -Come on.

And it's not just her, it-it's the entire team.

-No. -Yes, it is.

It-It's a whole chain of weak links.

I-It's very hard not to take it personally.

-Oh, I know. -(exhales)

I know.

I'll tell you one thing.

-You wouldn't put up with this shit. -Mm-mm.

One little raise of the eyebrow, and you would've knocked them

-all back in line. -Yeah.

God, I miss that about you.

You don't need me to do that.

The Seven is your team.

You nurtured them, you watered and fed them.

-That's-- I did. -Yes,

and if they can't respect that or you,

well, it may be time to tear out the weeds

and start all over again.

Change back. Change back!

I'm sorry! I can only hold a shape for so long

before it really hurts.

Change the fuck back now, Doppelganger!

Yeah, it's okay. Come here.

It's all good.

Oh, my little boy. Come on.

Okay.

It's okay.

I love you.

I love you.

You're the most powerful man in the whole wide world.

And there's nothing that you cannot do.

Storming an off-the-books Vought compound alone?

Butcher, how is it possible that you're dumber than you look?

-Mate, it's Becca. -No shit.

But win or lose, you ain't coming back.

Course I am.

That's bullshit.

Look, it's not like Vought's

gonna let us settle down in Orlando.

We got to get gone and stay gone.

What about us? Hmm?

We're the Spice Girls, right?

You're in charge now.

Mazel tov.

Motherfucker, I don't want to be in charge.

Matter of fact, I don't even want to be here.

I gave up my family for this.

For you.

When do I get them back?

You find this Liberty slag.

See what you can rumble.

You jump through a few hoops for the colonel,

and she'll help you the same way she helped me.

She always liked you more, anyway.

And what about Frenchie?

He's been high as kite for days.

-He won't even notice I'm gone. -Hmm.

And Hughie?

Kid's a weeper.

Don't want him to get snot all over me jacket.

Hey, Homelander.

Maeve begged me

to spare your life.

So I gave you a second chance,

and... you failed me.

What are you talking about?

No more lies.

You go ahead and scream.

As much as you want.