The Boys

This is a fucking mess, son, but don't you worry.

Daddy's home.

What's up, shitbirds?

You have five minutes to make your opening st...

You guys fucking ready?

So...

Noir's a vegetable.

And you didn't do this.

Look, there was no terrorist.

It was Vought. It's a fucking coup.

Victoria Neuman's making a team

that can keep tabs on the Supes.

If you're interested.

I still want to fight Vought.

I just... I want to do it the right way.

Not covered in quite as many guts.

- Maeve! - I'm sorry.

You're gonna leave me and Elena alone.

You're gonna stop hunting Starlight,

- or I release this. - Becca's alive.

She had a little boy, Ryan, spitting image of Homelander.

I do not want my son to have to go

through what I went through.

Ryan, no!

Promise me that you will save him no matter what

and you will get him back to me.

People love what I have to say.

They believe in it.

They just don't like the word "Nazi."

That's all.

Becca!

Where... is my son?!

Stormfront.

I knew you'd be here.

How could you do this?

I loved you.

You'll always be in my heart.

But the Fourth Reich is in my soul.

Join me, and we can reign together

for a thousand years.

- Never. - You and I are the same.

Perfect genetic specimens.

Think of how beautiful our children could be.

They would be the best of both of us.

Flawless Aryan Kindersoldaten.

No.

They'd be monsters.

Like you.

Your choice, Liebchen.

But not even you could stop me alone.

He's not alone.

What?

Can't let you guys have all the fun.

Guess this means we're breaking up.

Nazi bitch.

Die, Untermensch.

Grab the flash drive!

She's too strong!

How can we beat her?

As a team.

Homelander!

Over here. This way.

Maeve, right here. Look to your right.

Maeve! To your left! Left!

Maeve, over here!

Here with Adam Bourke,

- the director of Dawn of The Seven. - Yes.

- That's right. - It seems like all those reshoots paid off, my friend.

Right, well, after the, you know,

"Stormfront's a Nazi" thing, we had real talks about

shelving the movie or just dumping it on Vought Plus.

But, uh, the fans spoke with those

"Release the Bourke Cut" hashtags.

You guys, I love you!

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- How do I... look? - You look perfect.

Okay.

Oh! Starlight, Starlight!

- Starlight! - Starlight, to the right, to the right!

Starlight, over here!

Starlight, this way! Starlight, look this way!

Singles, please. Singles, please.

- Starlight! - One second.

- Move over, other guy! - Okay.

No, no, no. Over here. Singles, please.

Over here, to the left! To the left!

Just a couple more shots!

It's quite the star you've got there.

And thanks to Congresswoman Neuman for joining us tonight.

I hope it demonstrates Vought welcomes the oversight

from the Bureau of Superhuman Affairs.

We've been able to root out a few bad apples together.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

If I could just steal him away.

Do me a favor and kill me.

- Only if it's murder-suicide. - Okay.

Nadia! Nadia!

Hey! Nadia!

- Another picture, please. - Hey, Nadia!

A-Train, it's been over a year since you've raced.

When are we gonna see you on the track again?

Real soon.

You know, but we had reshoots, I've been training.

But that race is coming,

full speed ahead for the A-Train.

But it's been over a year, and the people are wondering...

Only questions about the movie.

- Thank you so much. - Okay, thank you.

- Um, we have Black Noir here for you. - Black Noir.

Hughie, my man.

I love the big dick energy, bro.

- Who you wearing? - A-Train, right here!

I have no idea.

Good. I didn't give a fuck.

Guys!

Pic!

Who'd have thought, after everything we've been through,

- that we'd be here together? - Okay, one more time.

Right in the camera.

Yeah.

Who'd have thought?

How could you not know all along

that Stormfront was a Nazi?

Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman.

- Uh, but, uh... - Fell for the wrong woman.

But out of crisis comes change.

- Out of crisis comes change. - So I spent the last year

really slowing down and reconnecting with myself.

And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me.

You shitty fucking director!

Tony Gilroy had to reshoot all your shit!

I know I'm a fraud, babe! I'm a fraud!

- Oh, fuck! - Pull my hair!

- Fuck yeah! - Yeah, pull my hair!

- Yeah, I'm pulling it, baby! - No, pull it out!

Yeah, yeah!

Mr. Campbell.

Uh...

- Thanks for coming. - Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

Not quite.

You look sharp.

French blue.

That suits you.

What are you doing here?

I found that little asshole we've been on all month.

He's having a knees-up at a penthouse tonight.

Okay. Who's your source?

My source is none of your fucking business.

Look, me and the Boys, we're all set up.

We just need you to, uh...

give us a green light.

Okay.

Um, I'll talk to Neuman.

Or you could take your tongue out of her ass,

slap on your big-boy pants

and make a fucking decision.

You got something you want to say to me?

I think I just fucking said it, son.

Just photos.

No violence or maiming

or-or-or-or torture

or curb stomping

or setting anyone on fire.

Oh, uh...

I'll get you them expense reports you wanted.

Tomorrow.

God, what is he doing?

- Give it to her, babe. - Oh, my God.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go...

Am I really seeing what I'm seeing?

All she needs now is a vagina.

The little asshole.

Hey.

I'm Tyler.

- What the fuck? - Yeah! Did you see that?

Excuse me.

I want you inside me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Oh, yes.

- Ready? - Oh, yes.

I'm gonna rock your fucking dick, babe.

Yes.

Ah, that's it.

Okay, Okay.

Oh, don't... don't stop.

Don't stop.

Get to the prostate.

Yes.

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, don't stop.

No!

Is okay.

- Get the fuck out! - Is okay.

I see nothing. I go, okay?

Wait!

You can't leave.

No, no, no, no, no.