The Boys

Hey, yo, Reggie! Re-up.

I thought you were too sick to practice.

Done with all that, Coach.

When's the last time you had a decent meal?

Come on.

Mary's always happy to have you at the table.

- Nothing you say is gonna change my mind. - Damn it, Reggie.

You're the most talented superhero I've ever seen.

Yet you're... you're throwing it all away

slinging yayo for gangbangers?

You don't know me, Coach. You don't know nothin'.

I know you've got heart.

I know you want more than this.

You've got a choice, son.

Either outrun this life,

or you can run yourself into an early grave.

Now, please. It's me, Coach Brink.

Come back with me.

To the suburbs.

Yeah, what I want doesn't matter.

I'll never be free of these streets.

Cut! Holy fuck.

Holy fuck, we're not gonna beat that.

That was fucking perfect. We're going again.

- I don't... - Ferrell fucking Streep.

There are tears.

Literal tears.

Who's happy they spent two weekends

at the Compton Youth Center now, huh?

I'm not giving off too much of a Blind Side vibe, am I?

As if that's a bad thing?

Are you-- Wait, what is that smell?

Will everyone stop?

What is that smell?!

Is it... Is that you?

I had falafel for lunch.

What?

I smell an Oscar nomination.

Shut up, man.

No, I won't. Don't jinx it.

You can't jinx gold. Look at me.

You better make some shelf space, De Niro. Do you hear me?

All right, let's get you back to one, huh?

- I'm gonna watch playbacks, okay? - Absolutely.

Yeah, let's get him some cans, please? Thank you.

One more quick thing.

Let's sidebar here a little bit.

It feels like you're having a little bit of trouble

getting out of the starters' block.

Maybe it's the scene.

Baby, this scene sings. All right, look at me.

In the arc of your character, this is your low point, right?

Everybody's given up on you, you're all alone,

until the coach--

Swoops in and saves me from the ghetto?

No, no, no, you actually save each other.

It's a very balanced narrative.

All the sensitivity readers that we hired, they all agreed.

- My brother was the only coach I ever had. - Right.

He was a waiter at Buster Beaver,

not a fucking crack dealer.

And he must be so proud of you right now.

Let's get this train back on the tracks.

- Just give me a minute. - Yeah, sure.

Wait, wait, you know what? One more tiny little thing.

You said what I want "doesn't matter."

But as scripted, it's actually

what I want "don't matter," okay?

All right, good stuff.

All right, everybody, let's get back to one!

I want to make this fucking day!

Hey, can we talk?

You don't talk. It's like your one thing.

Look, playing Noir has been a meaningful challenge,

but yesterday was wack as fuck.

I've never actually murdered anyone before.

Does Homelander make us kill people, like, a lot?

And when he does, do we just... do it?

Look, don't get me wrong, I am stoked to be here

and I am down to ride the wave. I'm just having trouble

with Noir's motivation, you feel me?

His motivation is being a braindead maniac.

Just keep your mouth shut

and do as you're fucking told.

Violence in our blood-splattered streets

against decent, hardworking Americans.

Folks, if you're thinking of letting your children

play carefree outside and without supervision,

think again.

I mean, these two animals,

Benny Long and Ian Rashford,

savagely beat three good men to death

outside the courthouse yesterday.

The Starlighters have shown their true colors, folks,

rioting at multiple quote-unquote "peaceful demonstrations"

across the country.

I, for one, do not take our liberties

in this great country for granted.

But apparently the Starlighters feel differently.

Let's see. Soy for pH,

hyaluronic acid for deep moisturizing

- and arginine for circulation. - What is all that?

Um, I'm a Voughtality consultant.

5K away from the red, white and blue Caddy.

I thought it might be helpful.

You... You work for Vought?

Voughtality. "For a Super You."

You know Vought killed my girlfriend, right?

I'm literally fighting them right now.

I think I have rosemary oil,

it's really good for the joints.

Can you just-- Can you stop please? Just for--

- Please stop. Mom, stop. Just stop. - Okay, I'm sor--

Okay, sorry, sorry. Just, um...

I'm sorry.

You look good.

Got tall.

Yeah, that adds up, since the last time you saw me

I was six fucking years old!

Please don't yell at me.

- What are you doing here? - The hospital called.

Yeah, when they couldn't reach me.

And I'm here now, so...

He doesn't need you. Neither of us do.

Your dad didn't tell you.

Shit.

About what?

He gave me power of attorney, including medical decisions.

And he signed a DNR.

H-He didn't update his will?

He did.

Why the fuck would he give you power of attorney over me?

Well, I mean, we've been talking,

the last year or two, now and then.

Besides that, you'd have to ask him.

But Hughie, don't worry,

- I am really good in a crisis. - Don't.

And I-I-I can handle this.

I promise.

You promise.

Hughie...

Wait.

You leave the money on the dresser?

I didn't want to wake you up.

Hey.

Yeah, maybe you should stay in bed today, no?

Yeah...

Could've been a lot worse.

I mean, it would've been a lot worse if you weren't there.

Thank you.

Oh.

Starlight.

Work.

Your speech therapist Gloria

has filled me in on the work you've been doing.

How's that been going?

You know, psychological mutism

is often a symptom of trauma in one's past.

What do you think about that?

I couldn't agree more.

But sometimes you have to confront your past

in order to be free of it.

Okay.

Why don't we start with something simple?

Tell me about your parents.

Jesus.

You're just telling us now?

Have you seen any specialists, have you, um...

So how long you got?

It's none of your fucking business.

- I'm not sure why I'm telling you at all. - What's going on?

Let's just say I got an angel on my shoulder.

And she's a right bloody nag.

Butcher, I tried to warn you that that shit was poison.

You ain't one of us.

- Hey! - All right!

A word.

You're done.

- What? - Fired.

Grab your shit and get the fuck out.

I level with you lot and this is the thanks I get.

Fuck me.

- See what being honest gets you? - Honest?

Motherfucker, you've been lying to us for the last six months.

Not telling ain't lying.

Look, you need all the help you can get, mate.

Not from you. You're a liability, Butcher.

I ain't gonna let this stand, then.

The Boys is mine.

Says a dying man with one last bluff.

Now grab your shit and get the fuck out.

Or I'll throw you out.

- Just... - I don't want to hear it.

He's out.

You can join him if you don't like it.

Small-town kid grows up on a Montana ranch with his mom.

On the surface, he's an everyday all-American boy.

But deep in his heart, he knows he's different, special.

He's always asking himself, "Who am I?"

Then one day that question is answered