The Boys

Freedom...

...comes at a price.

- So, I'm down a point? - Nine and a half.

Bad day?

- Goddamn it. - Hey, I'm with you.

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

I owe you.

Thanks to the Church of the Collective,

I now know the kind of man I want to be.

- #BraveMaeve. - This is Homelander.

He's fucking with me. I can't protect you

if you leave.

What are we gonna do?

You think, by saving Kimiko,

you can make amends

for those children

- that Lamplighter burned. - Fuck you.

You can't go through this

- on your own. - We're all alone.

How do you think the world will feel when I tell them that

you used to be Liberty?

Wow.

Why are you laughing?

- You're ridiculous. - Oh, no.

I am not, uh, ridiculous.

Okay.

- Then you are high. - Well, beside the point.

- Mm-hmm. - Point is

I learned everything I know from those girls.

The Golden Girls.

I was alone in New York, you know?

Turning tricks.

Begging for the scraps.

Who do you think kept me company?

The Golden Girls.

3:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m.,

they lit up the shelter's shitty TV.

And you're not talking about porn?

The Golden Shower Girls?

- That's disrespectful. - Aw.

He's so sensitive.

No. Those saucy ladies,

they made their own family.

So I did what they did.

You are my Blanche.

- Blanche? - And Jay?

You are...

- my Dorothy. - Mm-hmm.

'Cause you're a little gay.

Yeah.

- So, you're Betty White? - Oh,

what a fucking question.

Of course I'm Betty White.

Now...

Who wants to rob a bank?

Fuck, yeah.

Will it get through my skin?

If it can't, nothing can.

Okay, I-I just feel like I need to say something.

I don't think this is a good idea.

Stormfront knows I leaked the V.

Yeah, but she hasn't come after you.

Ye... But that makes it so much worse.

That means that she has some fucked-up plan for me.

I need this chip out now.

I understand, Petit Hughie.

And though you've been covered with entrails of many a person,

even a sea mammal...

it's always harder when it's someone you love.

- What? - L'amour.

No, no. No, I don't.

I mean, I-I do, of course.

It's just, it's a platon...

- We're-we're just friends. - Okay,

can we just do this already before I change my mind?

Please?

Okay, this is happening.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- This might sting a little. - Okay.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay.

Okay.

Bonjour, my little spy.

Howdy ho, buckaroo.

Shit!

I think you broke my hand.

What do you want to do with him?

Well, hand him over to the police,

- of course. - Well, of course. We are heroes.

That's what heroes do.

- Absolutely. - But...

- he'll probably just be released tomorrow. - Please,

- just take me to the hospital. - Yeah.

Please.

That's a really good point.

You know,

sometimes it feels like... like the justice system

just doesn't work anymore.

Everyone always recording on their phone all the time.

- Mm-hmm. - It's like you can't even

- do your job anymore. - Do your job anymore.

Mm-hmm.

Please, just take me in. Just take me in, please.

It really speaks to the deterioration

of good, God-fearing American values.

Help me!

Oh, what's this world

- coming to? - Oh, fuck.

Don't be shy. Embrace it.

Thank... I'm saying thank you.

Well, you're welcome.

Let's be honest for a moment here.

Who is the biggest prankster on set?

Ooh, I-I just... I don't think

we should get into that. I don't know, I... No comment.

I mean, he is right.

But, uh, you know, Black Noir has definitely got

- just the biggest ego. - Such a diva.

They're fucking.

...under that helmet.

Did you get her chip out?

This is where you're living?

Yeah. You know, it has its charms.

The rats are, like, uh, Pokémon.

- With hep C. - Oh, God.

Oh, so you're back?

Tired of killing people for money?

Uh, hi.

Remember me?

Well, well, well.

What have we here?

I know what you're gonna say,

but we just took out her chip. Everything's fine.

Starlight, don't you just light up a room, eh?

- You're looking well. - Yeah, no thanks

to the .50-caliber round that you pumped into my chest.

Well, what don't kill you makes you stronger.

Hmm.

What's she doing here?

Uh, she has a lead on Stormfront.

I broke into her laptop,

and I got a look at the inbox.

Dozens of e-mails from Stan Edgar.

Stan Edgar?

And what does Vought's big slapper have to say?

How they're close to a breakthrough

at the Sage Grove Center.

It's a psychiatric hospital in Pennsylvania.

Wait, wh-what kind of breakthrough?

She came in before I could see any more.

Well, we better have us

a little dekko at this loony bin, eh, lads?

Starlight,

would you be amenable to joining us

on this little caper?

You want her to come?

Oh, most definitely.

If shit goes sideways,

who do you think Vought's gonna go after?

Us or their billion-dollar baby turned traitor

who just ripped out her own fucking chip?

Never go into shark-infested waters

without chum.

This is who I am.

Who are you?

Brave Maeve Pride Bars.

Because you can't be proud on an empty stomach.

Come in.

You fucking idiot.

You were supposed to call first. Did anyone see you?

I'm allowed to visit my friends.

Did you find it?

No, sorry. No black box.

But I told a couple of my contacts

to keep an eye on the North Atlantic Current.

So, this school of halibut... I mean,

these guys are, like, rowdy motherfuckers, right? They...

Deep.

Anyway, they found some of the wreckage

that drifted up near Iceland.

And they found this.

I mean, I'm not sure it still even works, but...

You want back in The Seven?

Not a fucking word of this to anyone.

Isn't it lit?

Your very own anthem.

Yeah, it's dope.

Well, this is just the demo, of course.

We're going out to Lil Nas X for the official version.

Maybe you could bust out Prince's guitar for the video.

I had to sell Prince's guitar.

I'm going 10-1.

Okay.

Ashley.

- What? - I can't find her.

Where the fuck is Starlight?