The Boys

The answer to all our prayers.

A virus that kills Supes.

Somebody's been running tests.

Holy shit.

Let's go.

Sameer, is the virus gone?

That's the only dose.

So we inject it into your dead buddy over here,

to infect the crazy fucking flying sheep.

Where's Sameer? We couldn't find Dr. Shah.

She knew the difference between right and wrong.

That baby killer!

You set me up

and you fell for it.

What's your next step?

The world ripped down, rebuilt in your image.

Jesus fucking Christ, are you serious?

Shh.

We recently found a leak.

I'm still gonna fuck your wife.

There's something wrong with me.

I don't know what to do!

I love you so much.

Some sins deserve eternal damnation.

I have committed murders.

We don't belong with decent people.

We are monsters so other people don't have to be.

You chopped off my fucking leg!

You'll be back to work in no time.

What work? You're gonna make us

some more of that virus.

Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey, motherfucker.

Now listen up, son.

We been awfully patient with you...

...but it's time to stop fucking about and get the job done.

Mary's little lamb is starting to stink.

I could just bash your fucking head in, jog your memory.

Or, alternatively...

...you just give us a list of what you need

to extract the virus.

You cut off my fucking leg, you chain me here... For what?

Listen, mate. I'm the only thing

that's standing between you and a murderball game at the Y.

You don't understand, I can't.

I can't. Vicky, Zoe... I can't.

Could just send you back to them in a fucking bucket,

you don't do whatever the fuck we say.

You all right?

Yeah, right as rain.

You got a week.

And make it strong enough to top Homelander.

A week? This could take months!

A week.

Don't let him fall asleep this time.

To my right, your left, is the famous Beresford Hotel

out of where Ralph Fiennes's Chris Marshall pursued

JLo's maid Marisa, asking if any part of their love was real.

You know, this has got to be a health code violation.

It's what he wanted.

My God, did he love Maid in Manhattan.

Man, that movie sucks. - It's so bad.

- Right? - It's so bad.

I just feel like maybe I shouldn't leave, you know?

You know, you can call me anytime, I can come in same day...

Yeah, but people back home really need their Voughtality beauty care, right?

Really, I'm...

- I'm fine. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Is she okay?

Kimiko? Our friend Frenchie

just turned himself in for a bunch of murders he committed

for this Russian mob boss,

but Kimiko's upset that he didn't talk to her about it first, so...

Who the fuck are your friends?

Abortion is murder!

- Hey, fuck off, asshole! - Hughie, Hughie...

Hey, stop, stop, please, please, please.

Okay, sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - I am so sorry, Daphne, I'm so sorry.

That man is a piece of shit, dear.

Folks, this way.

That's not part of the tour.

Patterson.

Villanueva family. Davies.

Line up for the next visitor shuttle.

Inmate's name and DIN?

Inmate refused visitation.

Next.

Hope y'all are having a blessed day.

Cameron Coleman has taken a sabbatical, and I'm tickled to announce

that I'm filling in as the evening news anchor.

So without further ado, our top story...

are Jewish space lasers brainwashing you into joining their shuls?

Our story tonight begins with Jerry Brown,

the Rand Corporation and the Manischewitz kosher--

...let your intention connect

with an almost affectionate attention

toward the breath.

Hey, this is so fucked--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

Where are you? - Toronto, so we could talk.

They killed Cameron Coleman because they thought that he was the fucking leak.

Oh, shit.

Listen, I can't do this shit anymore, man.

- I'm done! - All right.

No one ever said this would be easy.

Think about your brother, your nephews...

They'd be so proud of you, man.

Who cares what my family thinks if I'm already fucking dead?

Calm down.

Now walk me through everything.

And let's process this shit together, all right?

This is so fucked!

So before Cameron got beaten to death,

Homelander was seen putting Supes together like a...

An army.

Mm-hmm.

And then A-Train saw Tek-Knight talking to Sage.

Looked like they were planning something--

You want to talk to Tek-Knight.

Now, he's having a Federalist Society party tonight at his estate.

I cannot believe that this is about

to come out of my mouth, but...

...we could use Butcher.

Have you heard from him?

Motherfucker's MIA.

Hey.

Maybe you should sit this out. You know?

You've just been through so much. With your dad...

I'm fine.

Focusing on work is exactly what I need to do right now, okay?

Just trust me.

Okay. So, how are we supposed to sneak into an alt-right cocktail party?

Thought you'd never ask.

Webweaver?

I know you.

Where's the limey?

Don't worry about all that. I got your medicine.

Usually Beardy McBritish wants some dirt in exchange, but...

I'm fresh out.

Unless there's another way I can pay?

Wink-wink.

On the house, for being a loyal CI.

Yo. I'm-I'm, I'm pretty fucked up, no cap.

Would you mind doing the honors?

Fuck you mean?

- Shoot it up my pooper, dawg. - Motherfucker, you done lost your mind.

There's some lube on the table here.

Squeeze bottle, not the pump.

The blue one on the right. With the water base.

No fucking way.

A.G., A.G.

I'll boof that shit later.

Fuck.

Oh, yeah, really get it up in there, dawg.

Oh, yo, yo!

- What? - That's my web hole!

Ohh, back up, back it up, back it up.

Oh. Fuck.

- Oh. Fuck. - Oh. Oh...

All right.

Ooh.

Oh. Yo. My bad.

Hey.

Uh...

You good?

Want some Purell or...? Okay, yep. Coming in. Coming in.

There you go.

Okay.

Ain't enough Purell in the fucking world.

How, uh... how long's he gonna be out for?

With as much Rohypnol I shot up his ass, at least 48 hours.

Get his pants.

There's the big man!

The myth, the legend, the symbol of America.

Please. We're all patriots here.

Good evening, sir. How are you?

This is Ryan, my son.

How's that gavel, Mr. Speaker?

Well, it, uh, might've taken 18 rounds of voting, but we got there,

didn't we?

You know, sir, it's humbling

to see your commitment to America.

Greatest country on Earth.

Can't wait to see you inherit The Seven one of these days.

Those are mighty big boots to fill.

Yeah.

Oh, Captain...

my captain.

It is such an honor to have you here.

I mean, the two top heroes together.

Can't you just smell the team-up?

You know, Sage and I might need you for the moment,

but let's get one thing straight--

there is no team-up.

We're not equals.

You're pathetic.

You can't even fly, for God's sakes.

Come on, buddy.

Ah! Oh, what a cutup.