The Boys

No!

This virus kills just Homelander?

- Or every Supe? - Don't know.

But we'll have a laugh finding out, won't we?

If Homelander got his hands on some V1, then, theoretically,

he'd be like Soldier Boy.

Immune to the virus. Maybe even immortal.

I want our entire pharma division

working on nothing but recreating

the V1 formula.

Vought destroyed the original formula.

That could take years.

- Do you have V1? - I don't.

But Bombsight does.

That piece of shit's still alive?

Clara Vought's name came up. I guess we're related

in more ways than one.

- Where is she? - Dead.

- Suicide. - Horse shit.

Homelander is an open baby book,

but Soldier Boy is tricky.

I need you to read his mind.

I said hallelujah...!

You send an eel to ass-murder

Adam Bourke?

Here's what's gonna happen now.

You fucking do whatever I say whenever I say it.

You know who this is? This is The Legend.

I was balls deep in Golden Geisha,

and Marlon Brando was apparently balls deep in me.

I was visited by an angel,

and she foretold my destiny.

What is it?

I'm the savior of the world.

Thanks for visiting VMC Theaters,

where it's always a super day for the movies.

Hey! I see you putting Fanta in the water cup, you little bastard.

You got to pay for that!

- Dude. - Hmm?

You were supposed to refill the popcorn machine an hour ago.

I was just gonna do it.

Relax.

Ooh!

You know what this smell reminds me of?

Miriam Liebowitz.

I met her at a B'nai B'rith Purim carnival.

And, uh...

I shoved my grogger up her hamantashen,

if you catch my drift.

We fucked.

Just don't forget to clean out the nacho cheese spigot.

Yes, boss.

Hey, thanks for visiting VMC Theaters,

where it's always a super day for the movies.

Can I interest you in one of our new Deep popcorn buckets?

Chet Vanderbilt, huh?

Yes.

It's my totally legit and believable real name.

You're a hard man to find.

Well, can you blame me?

Vought would bury me under all the fucking dirt that I got on them.

So maybe you don't get a job at a Vought movie theater?

What,

and leave show business?

Hmm.

We need to talk.

Tanner, I'm going on a break!

We come to VMC Theaters

to laugh, to cry,

to see our biggest heroes on the biggest screens.

And to get a complimentary Deep popcorn bucket with every large combo meal.

Because we need that,

every dang one of us,

the indescribable feeling we get when the lights go down

and we go someplace we ain't never been before.

- In here, we're not just entertained... - We're looking for one

of your old bump buddies.

- Bombsight. - But somehow...

Wish I could help.

Our noses haven't crossed in years.

Heard he got clean.

Still,

you got to be able to get a message to him.

Nah. Even if I could, which I can't,

uh, he-he's not a shitbag bear you want to poke.

If we don't get to him first,

Homelander's gonna get the V1 that we're pretty sure Bombsight's holding.

Wait, wait, V1?

We destroyed all those doses.

Are you shitting me?

What nudnik told Homelander about V1?

Doesn't matter.

Point is, Homelander finds it,

it's game fucking over.

Aw, Marvin.

A year ago, I-I had a good thing going.

My penthouse was paid off.

I got the best table at Elaine's on two minutes' notice.

And then Homelander starts his fucking purge,

my accounts are frozen,

I'm living off day-old Noir Nuggets out of the freezer here.

- You getting to a point? - My point is,

I'm full of shit sandwich, thank you very much.

Let me make this clear.

You either help us

or I cut your fucking balls off.

Y-Y-Y-You sound like Butcher now, you know that?

It's not a great look for you, kid.

Having said that, I...

I do still need my balls for stuff.

All right.

Fuck it.

I guess we'll poke the shitbag bear.

Hopefully

the 35th try is the charm.

Hmm.

Hey. You wanted to see me, boss?

Is he supposed to be bleeding out of his ass like that?

Ideally, no.

Yo, you guys seen Firecracker?

She was gonna come on the pod.

Firecracker's moved on to a better place.

Orlando?

Oh. Oh, sh...

- Shit. Oh, no. - Yeah.

Why? What happened?

We just don't have any more room

in the boat for, uh...

nonbelievers.

I'm on th-- I like boats.

Me and boats are like that.

Sir, I...

I believe in you, sir. I--

Which is why we have an important job for you.

Some protestors have blocked

a new Vought Petroleum pipeline in the Bering Sea.

Right. The one in Africa.

Just off the coast of Alaska.

Anyway, when we announce Homelander as our lord and savior,

the Saudis are gonna...

feel some big feelings.

OPEC will completely cut off the supply of oil to the United States.

We need that pipeline fully operational and those protestors gone.

Gone. I got you.

No. Uh, you will shoot a PSA

announcing the pipeline is safe

and fish love it.

You know, it's just that fish...

they don't love pipelines.

- In fact, they kinda fucking hate them. - Mm.

Thought you were on the boat.

So what's more important, Homelander or some fucking grouper?

Homelander. Homelander, of course.

Yeah. I'm on it.

I can't seem to replicate the V1 formula.

I'm sorry.

There's no way Frederick Vought is smarter than you.

Keep swinging. You'll get there.

Once there was a revolutionary

who roamed the hood,

challenged the Man.

They called him a loced-out troublemaker.

But he wasn't making trouble.

He was teaching love.

For America.

Come Home, as our very own American prophet Homelander

delivers his weekly sermon,

streaming live every Sunday.

Come Home

- to the Democratic Church of America. - We can't do this.

Just... just fucking...

No.

I told you, Hughie,

soon as the germ is ready, we go.

And according to Frenchie, it's ready.

Oui, Monsieur Charcuter.

But I beg you...

- You got a way in? - I snuck

in and out of that church more times than I can count as a teenager.

Timer set?

Twenty-four hours.

Aye.

Good.

Stick it somewhere close to the altar.

Nice and quiet-like.

Then, right in the middle of Homelander's

"lead us into temptation, deliver us from evil" bollocks,

it'll spray a fresh pine scent

and a big dose of kill juice.

Cunt drops dead forever and ever.

Amen.

You don't have to enjoy it so much.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I am just asking you to wait for a little bit longer.

- We can still get the V1-- - Yeah.

And so can he.

That's a risk we can't take.

We're out of time, mate.

Right?

Surprise, surprise.