The Boys

The most powerful are not above the law.

Homelander has provided evidence of crimes

committed by Stan Edgar.

Vicky, I'm glad you chose your own kind.

If we need to fight him,

- will you help me? - Okay, I'm in.

A-Train told me about your little plots.

Alex! Oh, my God.

- What's B.C.L. RED? - The thing that killed Soldier Boy.

Hello, hello.

You must be Nina.

I'm after a particular weapon.

We just got to do a little job for her.

I want to try something.

It's not power. It's punishment.

Evening, cunts.

Why did you do this to yourself on purpose?

You're better than this, kid.

Soldier Boy.

Ain't no team for me to hold together no more, Butcher.

- Hold her head up, Frenchie. - Mon coeur!

Are you recording?

Yes.

As you know, the subject's skin has

demonstrated remarkable durability.

Which includes internal tissue.

How is she?

Stable, for now.

Please note that, due to the procedure dated January 24,

the subject still registers high radiation levels.

How the fuck's that cunt still breathing?

Twenty sieverts of radiation.

Sulfuric acid cocktails.

More or less shoved Chernobyl right up his arse.

We will now determine whether his cornea

shares a similar strength.

I'll wager that's how he got them nasty new powers.

Listen, mate, we can't hang about here

looking for him, right?

He's Ivan's problem now.

We got to get Kimiko home to a proper doctor.

You don't give a shit about Kimiko.

Or anyone else.

Oh, come off it, mate.

Look, I took a fucking drug.

And in case you forgot, I just saved your life.

You killed Gunpowder, didn't you?

Did you use your little laser eyes?

You're too fucking right, I did.

And it felt good.

For once, I leveled the fucking playing field.

Butcher,

the whole point of what we do,

the whole goddamn point,

is that no one should have that kind of power.

Well, ain't that just fucking fairies and dancing dildos, eh?

I happen to live right down here, mate,

on planet Earth.

Oh, fuck.

Looks like Kermit the Frog had a right wank in your mouth.

No, I'm good, okay?

So I see.

What?

Nothing.

I know these are difficult times,

but with the greatest humility, I accept your nomination as CEO

of Vought International.

You know, my mother used to say, before she

died of cancer when I was 17...

Okay, Ashley, that's enough. Let's not bring the room down.

Apologies, sir. Of course.

Hello, everyone. Sorry I'm late.

Thank you so much for coming up to 99,

the mountain to Muhammad, as it were.

Okay.

Seeing as it's, uh, my very first board meeting,

I thought perhaps we'd start by, uh, going around the room

and giving you all a chance

- to introduce yourselves. - Bill Marsh.

And I, for one, would like to thank you, Homelander,

for giving me the opportunity to serve this board

at such a pivotal moment in, uh, Vought's history.

Pat Willis, sir.

You've rid us of Stan Edgar and restored honesty, integrity

and innovation to this corporation.

One question. With the changes around here,

our EBITDA margins will drop a tiny bit.

How do you want to handle that on the earnings call?

What's your name?

Maureen.

Is there something you want to get off your chest, Maureen?

Sorry, sir? Wh...

Do you think you know better than me?

I don't know. Maybe you think you should be

sitting in my chair and...

I should be sitting all the way down there in yours.

No, God, no, sir.

I-I'm sorry. I-I was just...

It was stupid of me.

I'm so stupid, and you're so great.

And... uh...

Maureen, you're embarrassing yourself. You should go.

So who's next?

We look forward to working hand in glove

under your tremendous

and competent leadership, sir.

It was my honor to lead Crime Analytics

for the past 13 years,

but all good things must come to an end,

and the Vought board decided it was time for a change.

So, allow me to introduce you to the new

head of Crime Analytics:

the Deep.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you for your service, Bar.

Let's hear it for Bar.

Come on, she did great.

For someone with no practical experience,

it's amazing.

Look, it's always been a big dream of mine

to be able to fight crime

both at sea and on land.

I'm here to tell you

that if you work hard enough,

there's nothing you can't achieve.

Hashtag dream big.

Real big.

Because Vought'll make sure the right man...

Er... Sorry, Barbara.

Right person, gets the job.

So, to break the ice, we brought...

Cupcakes.

- From Sprinkles. - That's right.

Oh, and one more thing.

Everyone just needs to sign up for, uh,

performance reviews.

Just a formality, nothing to worry about.

Mmm. You thinking of going freelance?

Watch her head. Let's go.

She'll be up and about in no time.

We'll see you in the morning, yeah?

Hey.

You still got me.

Tragically relapsed into an opioid addiction,

just as he was slated to join The Seven.

Not since Len Bias has a public figure

been lost to a drug overdose

- on the cusp of the next... - Hey.

Um...

Hey. Come here.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you.

I don't care. It's okay.

Hughie, Homelander killed Alex.

He fucking murdered him, and it's all my fault.

Hey. It is not your fault.

Come here, come here, come here.

We got Charleston Chew.

We got Almond Joy.

Bit-O-Honey.

There's White Claws in the fridge.

Some of that gross lavender bath bomb shit in the tub.

Look, I know this doesn't make this

any better, but I just...

Let me take care of you for a second.

Tell me you found it.

Moscow was a dead end.

I'm sorry.

No weapon or gun or anything?

Fuck.

Then what killed Soldier Boy?

Let... You know what? I'm gonna get you a White Claw.

Uh, Hughie?

Your arm is broken.

Where the hell is your cast?

You're-you're really gonna want a White Claw.

Wow. All right.

Gonna have another one.

Um... Just... I'm just trying

to get a bead on what, uh, part you're most upset about.

Is it the part where, uh, Soldier Boy's loose in Russia,

or the part where I-I took some temporary Compound V?

Um...

it could be both parts. Uh...

- All the parts. - I told you right away, though, right?

That's-that's... No secrets.

That's got to be worth some points.

You want points for not lying to me?

I... would like to retract that statement. Um...

Hughie, you shot up an untested drug

from Vought.

You could've gotten yourself killed.

We don't have any more.

And even if we did, I-I wouldn't take it.

It was awful.

Like, uh, the hangover, all of it, just...

absolutely hated it.

- You loved it. - I fucking really loved it.