The Boys

Oh, you got to really get it up in there, dawg.

Some sins deserve eternal damnation.

I've committed murders.

Inmate refused visitation.

No!

A panic attack. Whatever you're doing, stop it.

They killed Cameron Coleman because

they thought that he was the fucking leak. I'm done.

Cameron Coleman wasn't the leak.

So, either Sage was lying to you,

or she's as useless as tits on a mouse.

I'd do anything for you.

That's my boy.

I hate you.

Kimiko!

Victoria here, she's an integral part of the plan.

We'll handle Singer after the election's certified.

We need plausible deniability when the 25th is invoked.

You're talking about a coup.

You give us a list of what you need to extract the virus, and make it

strong enough to top Homelander.

We're not just talking about killing Homelander,

we're talking about killing every Supe on Earth.

No one ever said nothing about genocide.

What the fuck's that supposed to mean, "you're me"?

You got a big old fat V'd-up brain tumor, you cunt,

which is why you are seeing me in the first place.

I am you.

Well, Merry Christmas, A-Train!

Oh, Merry Christmas, Ryan.

Why the long face?

Antifa.

What's that?

Well, Ryan, it's a word for people

who hate superheroes and America

even more than they hate Christmas.

Well, what do they look like?

That's the problem. They can look like anyone,

your neighbors, your teachers, even your mom and dad.

Uh, Tommy, can we cut out for a second?

Uh, that's a cut on rehearsal.

- That's a cut. -

Back in 20, everyone.

Hey, is everything okay?

I mean, yeah, it's just...

we're telling kids to report on their own parents.

The lyrics were approved by your dad. Personally, so...

Right. Right, yeah, yeah.

-Right. -Yeah. It's no problem.

Uh...

I just need to go 10-1.

Yeah.

PR made that apology to Temple Beth El,

so that should be a done fucking deal.

Um, secondly, we've got a...

I thought the meeting started at 11:00.

We moved it up.

Hmm.

Um, next.

Oh, marketing would like to start selling these NFTs of you.

Apparently, you're not just buying JPEGs, you're joining a community.

-Ashley. -Yes, sir?

-Get out. -Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir. Yes, absolutely.

Sage...

who's the leak?

We're making inquiries.

It's a process, we're eliminating...

I assume you know what that is.

-It's a bug. -Specifically William Butcher's bug.

They probably heard every single word we said at Tek-Knight's.

And likely killed him.

They won't go public with the information.

-And why not? -Because it would short-circuit

everything they really want,

which is to quietly take out Neuman once and for all.

We should slaughter Butcher and his whole fucking team.

Now that is a great idea, sir.

Butcher will be dead in a few months anyway.

And this close to go-time, I wouldn't stir up shit with the CIA.

Yes, yes, yes. Your illustrious fucking plan.

We killed Cameron Coleman for no reason.

A speed bump but, ultimately, harmless.

Cameron golfed with Mike Lindell,

who just pulled 50 million bucks worth of pillow commercials.

You call that harmless?

Oh, look at Daisy Duck Dynasty doing math.

You know, Firecracker and I have been talking.

Stimulating, I'm sure.

Sorry.

You have brains, Sage,

but I have wisdom.

And what happens if those brains of yours

get blown out again, leaving you

talking like a gibbering idiot?

Firecracker and I will find the leak.

With respect, the last time...

Respect? I don't hear no fucking respect.

In fact, I am personally offended

by the way you are talking to this great man.

You just focus on the shooter,

make sure he's good to go on the sixth.

He'll be ready.

Good.

You may leave.

This one's called The World's Our Oyster.

"Shimmering forests of kelp

Like nature's car wash brushes

At the dark bottom, jellyfish glow

Like frat house lava lamps

I can swim you anywhere

The seven seas, one big wet road."

Jesus, Kevin.

You really have the soul of a poet.

Stop.

You're so bad.

And, God, your tongue

-is like an outboard motor. -Yeah?

I came so many times.

-Really? -

I, uh, I got to go, babe.

What? You do?

Duty calls.

Wait. No, no. Wait.

Come on, babe. You know you can't be out of water for long.

No, you promised me you'd move me into the tank above the bed.

Right, no. Of course, babe. A hunny percent.

I just got to, uh, you know, clear out the freshwater exotics first,

and then it'll be all set.

Oh, and I got a notes call with Shia

on his new draft of Honey Boy 2. It's really starting to sing.

Well, can I move in tomorrow?

Yeah, totally.

Just like that, I'm supposed to pick up and leave?

Christmas in the desert. Terrific.

You're safer with Gen in Sedona, okay?

-Some... things might happen soon. -What do you mean?

What... what kind of things?

It's better you don't know.

-You call me out of the blue... -I have called you

every day for weeks. This is the first time you've picked up.

You know, they kicked me out of the Tuesday Bible group.

-That has nothing to do with me. -No?

Well, I heard Shelly whisper, "How the heck did Donna raise that girl?"

Okay, just hit the road first thing tomorrow...

"That she would have an abortion?"

You're supposed to be held to a higher standard.

That's how I raised you.

Girls all over the world look up to you.

And now they think they can be loose, because there's no consequences...

That is none of your business,

and it sure as fuck isn't Shelly's.

You're Starlight. You're a superhero.

I'm a person.

Right now, none of that Starlight shit matters.

Then why did Hughie save the suit?

I am so, so sorry.

That is so fucked.

I pulled it from the trash.

I mean, I thought you might regret tossing it someday.

I don't even like looking at it.

Okay. All right.

Done. I am... There it goes.

It is...

out of here.

I just...

God. I just, I didn't...

want to bring a baby into a world that's ending.

Hughie. It's just...

...it's just all too much.

I mean, there are so many fucking dumpster fires.

Mm-hmm.

Where do we even start?

We just take it step by step.

You smell like you've been drinking.

I don't know what you want from me, all right?

-I got here as fast as I could... -I want you to do your fucking job.

Whatever.

You really think this could be our Lee Harvey?

That's what A-Train says. I say we visit him, too.

Where the fuck you been?

Shittin' a kidney.

All right, listen up.

Now, don't get your knickers in a twist, but...

...you remember Neuman's dearly departed

virus bloke? Dr. Sameer Shah?

I'm serious, Butcher. Don't.

Well, funny story.

Turns out he ain't that dead.

He's been working for me, making some more of that virus.

What the fuck?

Wait, all they found was...

-Goddamn it, you asshole. -Did you cut off his leg?

All right, all right, keep your hair on.

So, basically,

you've been amputatin' motherfuckers

while working on a secret bioweapon,

and we're the ones that are supposed to chill?

You are pissing away our best shot.