The Boys (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - What I Know - full transcript

Okay, this is insane.

We need more Compound V!

- Absolutely.
- We need more Supes!

More Supes! More Supes!

More Supes! More Supes!
More Supes!

More Supes! More Supes!

Come with me.

What are you doing here?

But on the bright side,

I'm sleeping in a basement

beneath a pawnshop
in East Flatbush.



We never wanted that for you.

We all just have
Ryan's best interests at heart.

I want us to be a family.

They just flew me up
and showed me.

This house is fake, the
neighbors are fake, you're fake.

No, Ryan!

You have five minutes
to make your opening...

There's a
supervillain on your school campus.

You
hear the calls of distress.

You witness a violent display of superpowers.

What do you do?

I'm Sheriff Ed Flanagan,

and I'm here with Homelander
to talk about school safety.

On the first report
of an active supervillain,



a hero will immediately
rush to your campus.

But to stay alive
in the moment, remember,

stay calm and follow the law.

Lock all doors and windows.

Arm yourselves.

Your teacher should have
an authorized firearm.

But use whatever you can.

And wait for a hero.

Unfortunately,

the possibility
that you will experience

a supervillain attack grows
more likely every day.

But by having an action plan,
you can dramatically increase

your chances of survival.

And survival is all
that matters.

- Jody, where's my flag pin?
- How should I know?

Well, I can't go to this thing
without a flag pin.

Bob, before he makes
any decisions,

- just let me talk to him.
- One,

the president doesn't like you.

He used the word "standoffish."

And, two, he's decided.

He's declaring
a national emergency,

bypassing the FDA,

and authorizing Compound V
for use by law enforcement

- and first responders.
- Wait, Robert.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- I wish I were.

Doses are going
for five million a pop.

Pentagon's got a big order in,

and ICE is next in line.

You can't release V
into the mainstream.

We're talking an avalanche
of Supes; it's suicide.

In one hour, I will be standing
at the memorial service

for the fallen heroes
of the House attack,

with my flag pin,

giving my thoughts and prayers,
and pledging

to keep America safe.

The best way to do that
is with Compound V.

Yeah, we know.
We were there. Remember?

Covered in
my chief of staff's brains.

Look, there was no terrorist.
It was Vought.

It's a fucking coup.

- A bunch of their guys died, too.
- To cover their own tracks.

For the record,
I agree with you.

And I hate this.

But you've got no proof.

Folks are scared.

If Vought took a shit
in the middle of Fifth Avenue,

they'd throw
a ticker-tape parade.

- Here's what we do have, Bob.
- Oh, let me guess.

A tape of me fucking
my kids' nanny

at her daughter's quinceañera?

Release it. Please.
I'm begging you.

A plum gig at Fox, and this
shithole in my rearview?

- Sounds dreamy.
- Okay, what if we got hard proof? A witness.

Anything.

If you could get
Jesus Christ himself,

or maybe Homelander
in front of a camera, sure.

I really am sorry.

I'm nervous
about driving in the city.

You'll be okay.

- The plan again?
- Okay,

drive straight to Gen's
in Sedona,

cash for gasoline, no hotels.

I don't want to leave you here.

I'll be fine.

The anxious boy? Really?
With the moist handshake?

- Mom, come on.
- Okay. Okay.

Um...

you need a new one.

I...

I'm not gonna wear it.

I don't care if you wear it.
I just want you to have it.

I love you.

I love you, too.

You be safe.

Okay.

Hey.

- What's going on?
- They've lost their minds.

The RPG releases an
electromagnetic pulse on impact.

- Should cut through Stormfront's plasma bolts.
- How sure are you?

It's a guesstimate.

So that's Stormfront.

And thanks to Starlight,
we know that Noir

needs only a fuckin' tree nut.

How about A-Train?

Got enough epinephrine here
to blow up

that motherfucker's heart.

Hey, we can't just
kill everyone.

That is exactly what
we're gonna do.

Listen, you heard Mallory.

She said all we need
is another witness.

Wile E. Coyote.

Always chases Roadrunner,

always with an elaborate plan,
always fails.

You know, I always say,
"Why do this, Coyote?

All you need is an AR-15,
and 'meep-meep' no more."

Exactly. See?

We're just gonna shoot
Roadrunner in the fucking head.

That won't stop Vought.
That-that won't stop Compound V.

If you kill these Supes,

then Vought's just gonna
make a thousand more.

- Yeah, and we're gonna top those cunts, too.
- Great.

So that's settled. We're just
supervillains now, huh?

Vought attacked
the country, Hughie.

Fuck 'em all.

What if I testify?

Escaped convicts don't have
a ton of credibility.

No, but maybe I know
someone who does.

Give us the day.

Hughie?

See you later.

Officials are still trying
to determine the perpetrator

of the capital attack, the
Department of Homeland Security

has issued a crimson
terror alert.

In Washington,
all government buildings...

- How's Noir?
- Unresponsive.

They don't think
there's brain damage,

but apparently it's hard
to tell.

So, Noir's a vegetable,

Lamplighter's
a charcoal briquette,

Starlight's in the breeze
somewhere, and you're,

- what, fine with it?
- Yes.

Because none of that matters
anymore because of this.

So far, no terrorist group has
claimed responsibility.

All right, so,

you didn't do this.

I wish I'd killed Vogelbaum.

- But no, it wasn't me.
- Right.

And there's no supervillains
on American soil.

- None that we know of.
- And that means...

it's Edgar.

Maybe. I mean,
he is pretty smart,

especially for his kind.

Compound V to members
of the military

and law enforcement.

Hey, smile.

This is good news.

Yes, there have been sacrifices,
but we are this close

to no more premieres
or paparazzi,

or screaming fans, or any
of that dancing monkey shit.

We have to make sure that
the right people get the doses,

but it is a whole new world.

What about the wrong people?

Couple of billion of them.

They're not just gonna
sit there.

Don't worry, silly.

Frederick had a solution
for everything.

Okay,

there's something
really important

that I've been meaning
to ask you.

Last I checked,
you are not 57 years old,

so, come on, why is it always,
always Billy Joel?

I'm 57 on the inside.

No, really. Please.

It was just the music
in my house growing up.

You know, I did some somersaults
to "You May Be Right"

that were pretty thrilling
to watch.

Butcher is right, you know.

We've already tried to
take Vought down the right way.

This isn't gonna work; this is
not gonna stop Compound V

- from getting out there.
- So it's hopeless?

Just kill 'em all,
let God sort 'em out?

I mean...

Then why are you even
helping me?

Why did you save me
at the Tower?

They were...
They were gonna hurt you.

Yeah, but, Hughie, you could
have gotten yourself killed.

I mean, after the way
that I treated you,

you had every reason
to give up on me.

So why didn't you?

I just... would never.

That's why I'm helping.

You were stupid to text.

Everyone's looking for you.

Where's Elena?

This is the guy?

Uh, I'm sorry...

Hi. Hughie.

He's even more of a twink
than in the photo.

I could split that shit
like dry firewood.

Big fan.

I need to ask you something.

It's a lot.

- I need you to testify.
- Testify?

On the record.

Against Vought,
against Homelander,

Stormfront, everything.

Why would I do that?

Because things are
really bad, and...

you're our last chance.

- Pass.
- Look, I get

- that it's dangerous.
- It's suicide.

But that's not the reason.

Well, then, what is?

I'm tired.

We're all tired.

But they're hurting people.

And sooner or later, they're
gonna hurt someone you love.

Am I talking to you?

Look.

I get that it's easier
to just disappear

inside of yourself.

Trust me, it's all I want to do.

But we can't, Maeve.

We can't.

This is a war now,

- and we...
- Shut the fuck up.

Christ, you...

Haven't I done enough for you?

Didn't I save your fucking life?

It doesn't matter what we do,
nothing changes.

Nothing ever changes
or gets better.

And I'm tired.

Just leave.

Go! Take your fucking twink

and get the fuck out of here!

Okay.

Come on.

Monsieur Charcuter, we need you.

Now.

He said he lives under
a pawnshop in East Flatbush!

- He has to be here.
- Hey. Let her in.

Fucking help me... Billy.

They took him.

They have Ryan.

Who's got him?

I appreciate you coming
all this way, Stan.

Well, I can't exactly be seen

with you at the Tower now,
can I?

- Fresca?
- No.

Thank you. Awful stuff.

So, you've had a chance
to look over our proposal?

He publicly confessed
to a sexual assault, Alastair.

And we've made
a substantial investment

in the Deep's rehabilitation.

Our internal research bureau
shows an impressive Q rating.

He's an asset to Vought
in these troubled times.

Oh. What sort of commission is
the Church getting these days?

40%? 50?

Sounds like you're open
to reinstatement.

That's fantastic.

What about A-Train?

You do need a speedster,
since Shockwave exploded.

Harder sell.

One has-been back is redemption.

Two is weakness.

Stormfront has problems
with him.

And at the moment,
I have to indulge her.

What's her problem with A-Train?

I understand that she was
among your grandfather's

first followers back when
the Collective was a start-up.

I can neither
confirm nor deny that.

Then your internal
research bureau knows exactly

what Stormfront's problem is
with A-Train.

Deep is still a win.

Shall I have Business Affairs
reach out?

- Please do.
- Let me walk you out.

Sons of bitches.

Okay, yeah.

Voilà. Uh, jambon-beurre.

Simple, but it's the
ingredients, you know?

- Thank you.
- Diet Coke

with Lime, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

We've heard a lot about you.

Uh, I'm sorry, I-I wish

I could say the same.

Uh, you all close with Billy?

Yeah.

I mean... sure.

- Why the hesitation?
- Well...

Let's just say he ain't really
close to a lot of people.

You know?
Well, except you, of course.

I'm close to him.

- I am.
- All right, all right, lads, let's give her some air, eh?

Yeah.

So, Ryan ain't on
any of their social media,

which is good on one hand,
but it don't help us none.

- So, you think he's in the Tower?
- Not sure.

You stay here.

Rest up. I'm gonna go
do a little digging.

Hey, Billy.

I'm sorry, okay?

I have no right
to ask you to help me

after what I said to you, but...

Look, don't you worry,
all right?

I will find your son.

Thank you.

Fuck off, you lot.

What is it, Samantha?

Mr. Edgar, normally,

I wouldn't put this through,
but the man says

it's life or death,
and you'd know him.

What's his name?

William Butcher.

Hi, hi.

We've been having
a super fun time in here.

I've just been googling all
the names of the cats in Cats.

Can you believe Ryan
has never seen Cats?

What happened to your hair?

- Oh, nothing.
- Hey, buddy.

Sorry we had to leave you
all alone.

Dad's work can sometimes
get pretty crazy.

He hasn't been alone.

I've been here. I got him
all these dipping sauces.

You didn't want to play
Vought Tournament of Heroes?

I'm the main guy.

I was working on my states.

- Uh, states?
- Well, yeah, I write down all 50 states

as fast as I can
in either alphabetical order

or geographical order.

You're giving yourself homework?

Well, Mom says that learning
is a gift, so...

Mm-hmm. That mom of yours,

she sure does have
some cute little sayings.

Do you think maybe
I could call her?

Uh...

Hey, Ryan.

Ugh.

I get it. I would feel lonely,
too, if I was cooped up

all day by myself
in this West Elm Death Star.

- Mm-hmm.
- How about

we take a field trip?

What do you say, Dad?

Welcome to Planet Vought.

Have a super day.

Let's give
a warm hero's welcome

to Kashden,
who's turning five today.

Welcome to Planet Vought.

Would you like to try our new

Brave Maeve
Rainbow Veggie Burger?

Holy shit.

There you go, Maestro.

- Pretty cool, huh?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Wait until you try the Big Homey
with bacon.

It's so good.

And-and the, uh,
and the Mocha Noir Shake?

It's amazing. And it won't be lumpy like your mom's.

Homelander?

Hey.

- Can I get a selfie?
- Ask the boss.

Kidding. Of course you can.

- Of course you can.
- Stormfront? I-I love you.

- Can I get a self... a selfie?
- Oh, sure.

One at a time.

- Homelander.
- Kids first.

I'm a huge fan.

- Can I get a picture?
- It's Homelander!

- All right. Hey!
- I love you! Homelander!

- Homelander!
- Hey, guys...

I want to go home.

Hey. You okay?

I want my mom.

Okay, I got you. I got you.

Thank you, everyone. Excuse me.

Thank you. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Stay back, please. Please,
please, please. Just stay back.

Stay back. Thank you.

- New bling?
- Mm-hmm.

Donna got it for me.

Pretty sure she got it
at Duane Reade.

Oh, gosh. Moms.

The gift that keeps
on giving, forever.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Wh... No, it's-it's fine.

No, no. I'm an asshole
for bitching about my mom

when yours is...

My mom's not dead.

She's not?

Oh, it's just, you never
mentioned her, so...

She left when I was six.

Oh, wow. Shit.

I'm really sorry.

That's where Billy Joel
comes from.

She and I, we used to have
these dance parties.

She was, she was fun.

She made awesome Seven costumes
for Halloween.

And, uh, then one day, she just
left and never called again.

Not even a card.

You know, it was like
some silent alarm went off

and she was like, "Well...

fuck them, time to go."

No, I'm sure that that's not it.

What would you call it?

I guess that's why I always
just kind of hang in there,

no matter how bad it gets.

'Cause I...

I-I don't want to be like her.

That's kind of clingy
and pathetic, isn't it?

No. No.

It isn't.

At all.

What's up, shitbirds?

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck?!
What the fuck?!

- How did you find us?!
- Please.

I can cover the boroughs in,
like, three hours.

I went looking, that's all.

I'm surprised your heart
can take it.

My heart is just fine. Take
a step closer and I'll show you.

Hey, I saved your life,

asshole. And now
you're coming after us?

We're even now, bitch.

Holy shit!

Is this true?

- Everything makes a little more sense now, doesn't it?
- Where did you get this?

I didn't get it. Okay?
I was never here.

You got that shit on your own.
Yeah?

But wh... why-why
are you doing this?

'Cause I want back in.

So, I need her gone.

Fuck that Nazi bitch.

Would you ask Mario
if he could whip up

some of those Gruyère puffs?

Would you like an order?
They're worth the cheat day.

I assume you got a man
out there, with a clean shot?

More than one.

Then I'll skip
the fucking hors d'oeuvres,

if you don't mind, and we'll
just cut straight to it, yeah?

You mentioned on the phone
that you could help

with Homelander's son.

I must say, I'm not sure
what you mean.

That boy is your
only possible contingency

against Homelander.

Now, that contingency don't work

if they're off playing
Ward and the Beav.

I can fix that.

Thank you, Alvin.

Homelander's a friend.

Why would I betray him?

Because you're
a ruthless bastard.

That's hurtful.

You turned a racist
piece of shite

into America's sweetheart.

What word would you use?

Stormfront's good
at making people angry.

Angry people want Compound V.

Compound V
raises our stock price.

Look, I'd have preferred
V remained a secret,

but we play with the cards
we're dealt.

It's not ruthless,
it's prices per share.

That's all.

Maybe you should take a look
in the mirror, mate.

'Cause that bitch
should bother you.

Of course she does.

But it's not about me.

I can't lash out

like some raging,
entitled maniac.

That's a white man's luxury.

So, it's just business,
then, eh?

When, Mr. Butcher, in history,

has it ever been
about anything different?

And what makes you think

that you can control
that racist bitch?

Look,
I've got to get across town...

Look, I can get the boy away
from Homelander, all right?

How?

That's my business.

When I got him,
I'll call your people,

they zero in
on this cell signal,

and then come and scoop him up.

And then you
do a better fucking job

of hiding him this time, yeah?

You have my word.

I will get Rebecca and Ryan
somewhere safe.

No.

Not Becca.
Becca stays with me.

But that's the whole point.

That he's raised by his mother.

Find him a new fucking mum.

I'm taking my wife back.
That's the deal.

And what happens when Rebecca
shows up on my doorstep,

begging to be reunited
with her boy?

You say it's the only way

you can guarantee Ryan's
protection from Homelander.

'Cause as you know,

a mother will do anything

to protect her son.

And you call me
a ruthless bastard.

You tell me where he is...

and I'll do the rest.

Where's Ryan?

He's, um, he's inside.

He doesn't want to talk.

- So, go in anyway.
- No, no, no, no. I've tried.

He... he wants to be left alone.

You are the strongest man
in the world,

and you're scared
of a little boy.

He's your blood.

Just talk to him.

Be the man I know you are.

New York. North Carolina.

North Dakota. Ohio.

Oklahoma. Oregon.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no. Buddy,

don't you be sorry.

I... I should've known better.

There were just...
so many people.

Yeah, there was.

You know, I remember
the first time I was in a crowd.

Probably didn't bother you.

I was terrified.

All these people staring at me

and reaching out,
trying to grab me,

and egging me on
to use my powers.

I just... I felt
like I was... drowning.

Well, what'd you do?

Well, I took off.

I flew away.

They found me 80 miles
down the I-9.

Crying my little eyes out.

You? Cry?

Yes.

But I'm a man,
so, not in a long while. But...

who knows, maybe, uh...

maybe next time,
you'll fly away.

Maybe... with me.

Look...

I know you want me
to be like you.

But, Dad, I'm not.

Son...

I didn't just wake up one day
and fly out the door.

That's not how it works.
I had to learn.

Only I didn't have anyone
to teach me,

'cause the doctors that... um...

The people that raised me,

uh, were scared of me,

so they kept their distance.

And I had to figure it all out
by myself, see?

Well, you-you don't have
to go through any of that.

I'll teach you.

Really?

I love you.

Hey, did you find anything?

They got him in a cabin
up in Rochester.

- What?
- I mean... Becca!

She's great.
We-we talked earlier.

And, um, she's-she's
really great. She's...

- You're really... you're great.
- All right, easy, tiger.

How'd you get on?
I guess you got fuck all?

No witnesses. But we definitely
found fuck all.

I'm not sure I'm using that term
properly, but, uh...

here.

Fuck me.

This is a jackpot.

Well done, you two.

This'll do nicely.

All right, listen up, you lot.

Getting the kid back,
it ain't your fight,

and I ain't gonna ask you
to come along.

Lick my big black balls,
Butcher.

Sorry, Becca.

You done asked us to lie,

spy, do all kinds
of fucked up shit for you.

Now we finally get a chance
to do something good,

and you think we're gonna
take a pass on that?

We're in.

Of course we're in.

All right.

Let's get a shift on.

What?

You remember the range
at Fort Bragg?

I was a better shot than you.

Well, you had a bloody
good teacher, didn't you?

I like your friends.

Especially Hughie.
He's, uh...

He's good for you.

Look, Becca...
you ain't coming with us.

Bullshit.

Ryan doesn't know you,
he'll never come to you.

It's too dangerous, and I ain't
gonna lose you again.

He's my son, and I'm coming.

I need you
to promise me something.

I need you to promise me
that you will save him

no matter what
and you will get him back to me.

Yeah. Of course.

You realize this isn't
just about me, right?

Like, h-he can't grow up
like Homelander.

You have to think
of all of the people

out there that he would...

Swear to me, then.

You swear to me
on your brother's soul.

I swear to you.

I swear to you on Lenny's soul.

- Okay. Okay.
- All right.

I can use your help
loading the car.

What if it happens again?

When I see Stormfront...

Stormfront...

what if I freeze?

"Freeze," yes?

Sorry, I'm still learning.

Look.

If there's one thing I know,

it's that you can
take care of yourself.

So when the time comes,
you'll know what to do.

Let's go.

Keep going. You got it.

That's it, don't give up.

That's it, that's it.
Keep going.

Little more, little more,
you got it.

Oh... hey, that's okay.

You'll get it,
you'll get it. Um...

I know what.

Um, imagine, um...

Well, sometimes it helps to
imagine someone you hate. Okay?

So, try that.

But at home,

when I say "hate," I have to put
a quarter in the swear jar.

Well, there's no swear jar here.

So, you can hate away.

But I don't really hate anyone.

Aw, well,

that is very sweet, Ryan.

But it's not something
we can afford.

We're under attack.

We are?

Bad guys want to hurt us just
'cause of what we look like.

They want to wipe us
from this Earth,

just because of the color
of our skin.

Really?

It's called white genocide.

And we're gonna need people
like you to protect our kind.

Hmm. All right.

So, let's try again.

Go for it. Imagine, uh...

You got to be
fucking kidding me!

What?

What?

Are you sure this'll work?

Don't worry, it will work.

This is nothing
compared to the raves

I used to set up in Algiers.

Do you dance?

Of course I dance.

What is the point of life
without dancing?

She's on the move.

I see her, Frenchie.
We got to go now.

- You close?
- Un moment, mon ami.

- Holy shit. It just broke.
- Stunning news coming out of Vought Tower

in New York City,
concerning Stormfront

and alleged Nazi ties.

Stormfront may be 100 years old.

What's even more incredible,
we have authenticated photos

showing Stormfront
with Nazi High Command,

including Goebbels and Goring.

Based on the photos, it is now
believed that she was the wife

of Frederick Vought,
who was of course the founder

of Vought International.

Already, an intense
international outcry

has emerged, under...

I can't believe I
actually have to say this,

this day and age,
but Nazis are bad.

It's catchy.

- You ready?
- Oui.

But the question now is how can
we possibly let Vought release

Compound V in light of this
unprecedented malfeasance?

- What's "malfeasance"?
- A Nazi in Seven Tower?

- Uh, it's a...
- Was she part of the attack...

Never mind.

Aah!

- What's happening?
- Don't know.

Stay here.

Now!

Ryan! Hey! Hey.

Hey. Hey. Bud. Hey.

- Mom? Mom...
- It's me.

- Come here.
- Mom, Mom. I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean anything I said.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean any of it.

It's okay.

- We got to go.
- I love you so much.

You're okay.
We're gonna go, okay? Come on.

Who's that?

That's my husband.

It's all right.

Come on.

I got you.

Come on.
To the car, this way.

What the fuck?

What the hell

are they doing back here?

Butcher, this wasn't the plan.

What's going on?

What's wrong?

Take my car,
get them both to Mallory.

Get them both safe.

No, no.
That's not part of the plan.

The plan just changed.

M.M., you're the only one
I trust with 'em.

Hey. What's happening? No.

M.M.'s gonna take you
to a woman with the CIA.

What? No, you have
to come with us.

I cut a deal with Stan Edgar.

What?

I cut a deal that when I got
Ryan, that I would call Vought.

They were gonna
come and take him away,

and that you'd never
fucking see him again.

What?

But fuck me, I-I couldn't do it.

- Bedroom's clear.
- Kitchen's clear.

- All rooms secure.
- Mr. Butcher?

You here?

Did I hear you say "Butcher"?

What's going on?

Do you have the boy?

Where's my son?

Where is my son?!

I'm not... I'm not leaving here
without you. I don't care.

I was gonna sell you out.

I fucking well
might do it again.

You didn't, though.
You didn't and you won't.

You can't have a cunt like me
around that kid.

I don't want to
pass my shit on to him.

Don't say that.
You have to come with us.

- You raise him right. You fucking raise him right.
- No. Don't say that.

And I'll make sure
they never find you.

Don't you say that!
Stop it. Stop.

- You have to come with us.
- Becca, we are out of time.

Please.

You got to let me do this.

You got to let me do
this one fucking thing.

Becca!

There you are,
you slippery little bitch!

I'm assuming it's you who sent
all those lies to the press.

They're not lies.

The pictures are
clearly deepfakes,

and you're a lying slut.

Okay.

Come here.

People love what I have to say.

They believe in it.

They just don't like
the word "Nazi," that's all.

Are you all right?

- You all right? Yeah?
- Ryan. Ryan, Ryan.

- Ryan. Ryan!
- Ryan. Come here.

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Go. We'll hold her off.

You're okay.

What about the truth?

What truth?

What is the truth?

And what are you laughing at?

She says the truth is,

she's gonna stick her boot
up your Nazi kitty.

Annie!

Come on, the RPG!

It's in the car!
It's our only chance!

Hey, Kraut.

Eat my shit, you Nazi bitch!

Die, you bitch!

Girls do get it done.

Yeah!

Bitch!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Come here, Ryan.

Not on your life.

You're not like her, Ryan.
You belong with us.

Stay the fuck away from my son!

We love you, Ryan.

You fucking bitch.

Stop! Stop it!

Stop, please.
Stop it!

Stop, you're hurting her.
Just let her...

Stop it!

Stop, you're hurting her. Just let her go.

Let her go!

- Stop!
- Look at me.

I like to see the light go out.

Stop!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mom.

No. No...

No. No, no, no.

Hold on.

I'm sorry.

Help us!

Somebody help us!

It's not his fault.
It's not his fault.

You make sure he knows that.

He, uh...

He's good. He's good.

He's good.

You promise me you'll
keep him safe.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it.

Mommy.

Mom.

Mom, please.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry...

Ryan?

Did you do this?

I didn't mean to.

Let's go.

Come here.

Come.

Ryan... Ryan.

Come here.

No.

He's mine.

What, are you gonna
blow yourself up...

to save the little shit
who fucking murdered your wife?

I promised.

- Have it your way.
- Stop.

What are you doing here?

You're gonna let them go.

And if I don't?

- Please!
- Don't die with them.

Let them go.

- Maeve!
- You're gonna stop hunting Starlight,

you're gonna leave
me and Elena alone...

Take my daughter!

Or I release this.

If you do that...

I'll destroy everything

- and everyone.
- Great.

As long as everyone sees

what a fucking monster you are.

As long as no one

ever loves you again.

Homelander! Homelander!

Homelander!

Homelander! Homelander...

We believe that Stormfront

was the sole perpetrator
of the attack on Washington.

In the light
of Stormfront's atrocities,

the release of Compound V has
been placed on indefinite hold.

Homelander?

Mr. Edgar,
we have a follow-up question.

Thanks to the heroism
of Queen Maeve and Starlight,

Stormfront has been neutralized,

and is being held
in an undisclosed location.

I would personally like
to apologize to Starlight,

who was wrongfully accused
of sabotage and conspiracy.

Welcome back to the team.

And I know that you and Maeve
are two of the best,

most loyal friends
that I could ever have.

We are your heroes.

We are here to serve
and protect you.

Stormfront's violation
of that special relationship,

of that trust, is unacceptable

and she will be punished.

Justice will be served.

Justice will be served.
She will be punished.

As the leader of The Seven,
I give you my word,

no one will ever...

Gentlemen, thank you for coming.

Always happy to see you, sir.

I'm afraid we had

an incident at the Archives.

Someone broke in
and stole PDR on Stormfront.

Hmm. PDR?

Private data reserve.

No one saw the thief come or go.

Isn't that right, A-Train?

That was you? Dude.

I didn't know, sir. Fuck him.

- I would never go behind your back.
- Please,

- just let me explain.
- I think it showed initiative.

Stormfront's been critical
of the Church for a long time,

and Vought needs to take a firm
anti-Nazi stance right now.

Wait.

- D-Does that mean...
- I just spoke to Stan Edgar.

You're back in.

- Fuck yeah!
- What? Yeah!

Yeah! A-Train is back, baby!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

- All right!
- Whew!

- Finally!
- Yeah.

I'm back too, right?
Right? I'm anti-Nazi.

I'm sorry, Deep,
but they only had one slot.

One hero is redemption,
two is weakness.

So they took him?

Fuck yes, they did!

Well, shit! Peace out, bitch!

Ha ha!

You have to be patient, Deep.

We'll get you into a few more
courses, up to Level Seven.

No, I don't want to pay
for any more fucking courses!

Deep, please calm down.

I signed over my bank account
to you.

I filled out all those
fucking children's workbooks!

I married some weirdo
who gives terrible blowjobs!

I-I did everything you asked,
and when I found out that

we're all just fucking
space spores, I didn't laugh.

I did everything you asked.

Because you said you'd get me
back in The Seven.

- You fucking promised.
- I'm sorry, Deep,

but you are acting
like a toxic personality.

I think you should leave.

Fuck Fresca.

Look at you.

I know. I know...

But if Billy Butcher
can do the right thing,

then there's got to be
some kind of higher power.

You know?

Are you sure it's safe for you
to go back into the Tower?

No.

No, I'm not. But...

If you jump ship
and you let the assholes steer,

then you're part of the problem.

- And...
- Hmm.

Someone taught me something
about hanging in there.

I've been thinking
about that lately...

the hanging in there.

And I think maybe I am
too clingy.

- No, you're not.
- Sticking with people

just because I'm terrified
of losing them?

I-I...

I can't do that anymore.

I think it's time I go off,

stand on my own two feet
for once.

Right. Um...

Yeah, no worries. We'll, um...

We'll just be friends, then.

Oh... oh, God, no. No, no, no.

I'm still gonna cling onto you,
I'm not fucking crazy.

So, if you weren't talking
about me,

who were you talking about?

I'm scared.

This here...

belonged to your mum.

This is St. Christopher.

She gave it to me
a long time ago,

and told me...

it would keep me safe.

And it has.

Mostly.

Now your mum...

is gonna help keep you safe.

Come on.

Now...

remember what I told you.

Don't be a cunt.

William, I'm so sorry.

Vought's gonna want him back.

Let me handle Vought.

You think he'll turn into
his father?

Becca didn't think so.

I pray she's right.

All the charges against you
and the Boys have been dropped.

Even for the crimes
you did commit.

You're a free man.

And the White House is opening
an Office of Supe Affairs.

Victoria Neuman is the new czar.

She's sneaking me some
off-the-books funding

for a team that can keep tabs
on the Supes.

If you're interested.

I can do whatever I want.

I can do whatever...

I want.

I can do...

whatever I want.

I can do
whatever the fuck I want!

I can do whatever the fuck I...

want!

Congratulations on the
appointment, Congresswoman.

It's about time we had
an Office of Supe Affairs.

Well, I know it was your intel
that took Stormfront down.

So, thank you.

Yeah, and that's just the start.

We have enough dirt
to ruin a dozen Supes.

Be a death blow for Stan Edgar.

That is, of course,

if you're open to,
uh, expediting

the Church's tax-exempt status.

Small price to pay.

Call my office,
set up a meeting?

You are one
of the good ones, Vic.

- See you soon.
- See you.

Hi.

- Here's the research you asked for.
- Thank you.

- And your 2:00 is waiting.
- Thank you.

Hugh Campbell.

I don't know how to repay you
for what you did.

- You know, I can think of a way.
- Oh?

You can... give me a job.

You serious?

Uh, what about your team?

Don't get me wrong, I-I-I still
want to fight Vought, I just...

I want to do it the right way.

Not covered
in quite as many guts.

Look, the truth is,

I never totally fit in
with the guys.

And... I think it's time
I stand on my own two feet.

- They know you're here?
- I haven't told them yet.

When can you start?