The Boys

They want us to believe that Vought superheroes

are the only answer. What else are they lying to us about?

A-Train, you're out.

- Out of what? - Out of The Seven.

I ended the relationship when I met you.

Stop fucking lying to me.

And you love her?

We shouldn't feel so calm or safe. So, what are we gonna do?

Cross our fingers that Homelander's gonna save us?

I'm the face of The Seven.

I'm just trying to help.

Ain't you supposed to be a hero?

I am a hero.

That's Liberty.

William Butcher?

I found Becca.

I'm gonna get you the fuck out of here.

- I'm not leaving. - Becca, you and me...

- we could disappear. - I have a son!

He's a fucking Supe freak.

Ruby!

Ruby!

Here! I'm here!

Looks like you saved me, Red.

No, you saved us.

If you hadn't broken into that DHS mainframe...

True. I am a hell of a hacker...

but I'm no hero.

You are a hero in lots of ways.

What do you mean?

You're not afraid to live your life.

To be who you really are.

Me, I'm...

I'm afraid to... to show the world who I am.

Yeah?

So who are you, Maeve?

I'm a lot like you.

I'm gay.

We have to keep moving.

And... cut!

- Brilliant. - (bell rings)

Yes, that was absolutely brilliant.

Gang, let's check that.

And, ladies and gents, it is a wrap for today!

Good job, people.

- That was so great. - (fire extinguisher spraying)

Let's hit it hard in the a.m., people, thank you.

That's a wrap, people!

Hey, Marty, play that back, please.

- You enjoying this? - Yeah.

This new Joss rewrite really sings, huh?

When are you going to stop torturing me?

Don't know what you're talking about.

If I promise to never see her again,

will you stop?

But, Maeve, you're in love.

It's beautiful.

Elena's good for you,

and I'm not gonna let you throw that away.

Not now, not ever.

I mean, that would be cruel.

- Can I have a word? - Come on.

- Sir, please? - Oh, look at this.

Look at these strong female lesbians. Hmm?

I'm inspired.

- You inspired? - Ooh, yeah.

Girls get it on.

Done. Girls get it done.

- They sure do, Ashley. - In-in private.

Sir, please. It's urgent.

Ooh...

Ugh.

Terrific!

Oh.

Oh.

So, what, they're all starving

but one of them's got a fucking cell phone?

- (chuckles) - Uh, you know,

I really wish you had cleared this with me

- before you went over there. - Oh, Jesus Christ.

I don't have to clear shit with you, Ashley.

I saw a chance for an easy win, and I took it.

- How many views? - Well, they posted last night,

we scrubbed it 17 minutes later.

- (sighs) - But that's forever,

and there's been some-some blowback.

Blowback?

All right, fine, fine, fine.

So, what, I-I'm down a-a point?

Point and a half? Two?

No, nine and a half.

Nine and a half?

Nine... nine and a half?

CROWD (chanting): Homelander kills!

What, th-they're fucking protesting...

- Homelander kills! - ...me?

Oh, my God, th-they're pro...

they're protesting me?

They've been at the Tower all afternoon.

Why didn't you fucking say something?

Goddamn it.

Don't these fucking ingrates realize

I killed that asshole for them.

What do they think "Saving America" fucking means, anyway?

Well, PR is drafting a response as we speak.

Acknowledgment, apology, action.

No, no, no, no. Apology?

No.

You schedule a press conference,

and-and I'll clean it up myself.

Uh, well, Mr. Edgar...

and Legal would like your official position

to be "no comment" at this time.

Please, no press

until the crisis team has an actionable strategy.

Okay?

Bad day?

Hey, I'm with you.

Fuck these maxi pad-wearing ingrate hicks,

but, you know, there's a way to handle it.

I do not need your fucking help.

Sure. You seem to be doing so well on your own.

Well, I'm here when you want me.

- (phone beeps) - (drops bag into basket)

Hello, hello. Hughie?

Hey, hey. Hi, hi.

Sorry, thought, uh, I was getting your voice mail.

That why you called five times?

No, I just thought you should know

Liberty, that Supe that Raynor was looking into,

turns out it's Stormfront.

Vought changed her name, they've been moving her around

like a fucking Catholic priest.

- Right. - Um...

she probably murdered Raynor.

Annie's trying to figure out why, but...

you know, who the fuck knows.

Well...

as long as Starlight's on the job,

we're sorted then, yeah?

I'm not... I'm not mad, you know.

What you mean?

I-I just want you to know that, um...

yes, you are leaving us holding the bag on this shitshow,

but I want you to know that I-I get it.

It's, uh, Becca.

I'd do the same thing.

I'm not mad.

Well...

wouldn't matter if you were.

Uh, how is she?

Lovelier than the day I met her.

- (squeaking) - Where are you?

Heading off grid.

Argentina, maybe.

Early retirement.

Butcher?

Yeah, what?

You could've said goodbye.

I know we've been through some shit together.

You were...

you were always like my canary, I suppose.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Hughie. - Your canary...

Hello?

On your feet, soldier.

Take me home to Lallybroch.

What are you watching?

A show called Eat My Dick.

Okay.

Have you seen Frenchie or Kimiko?

No. No, not... for a while. Why?

: Fuck.

Uh, listen, I just got off the phone with Butcher

and I think something might be wrong.

Like really, really wrong.

What would make you think that?

He was nice and...

called me his canary?

Tell me everything he said.