All language subtitles for The.Boys.S03E07.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264

Do it!

I never got a chance
to say goodbye to Lenny.

You're the fucking reason
he's dead.

You're the one
who abandoned him.

You're a fucking monster.

It takes one to know one.

Hughie, you shot up

an untested drug from Vought.

That was stupid and dangerous.

Annie.

I thought the drugs
had fucked you up,

but this is all you.

My powers are gone!

Kimiko! No!

Nate!

You hurt my brother. You're not
gonna get away with it.

You think that Soldier Boy
is going after

- the rest of Payback?
- Why would he kill Crimson Countess?

He was your team leader.
Do you have any idea?

Anything?

You help me find
the rest of my team,

and I'll help you
with this Homelander.

This is a bad idea.

Homelander helped make me
America's sweetheart.

Homelander is the worst of them.

He's gonna regret that.

A VNN special report.

A nation betrayed.

It's been five days, and still
nothing but lies from Vought.

Soldier Boy is still out there
and Maeve is still missing.

Ms. Barrett, your reaction?

Once again, Maeve is in rehab.

And the Soldier Boy thing
really takes the cake.

He died in '84.
She is trying to incite a panic.

I wonder if Starlight's actions
could be considered treason.

- Me, too.
- So, is Starlight just hysterical?

Another woman scorned,
after Homelander jilted her?

Or is she trying
to change the subject?

- From what?
- Her ties with this woman,

a known terrorist with the
Shining Light Liberation Army,

a notorious
human trafficking ring.

Connect the dots, Cameron.

What are you watching?

Old mistakes.

I actually produced
this piece of shit.

Between you and me,
Soldier Boy did to singing

what pantyhose did
to finger-fucking.

Yeah.

- What'd he want?
- Um, well...

he wanted me to tell you
that you're out of Astroglide.

Jesus Christ. You know,
I would say you fucks

are overstaying your welcome,
but what welcome?

I thought you
and Soldier Boy were friends.

Why, 'cause he forced
his way into my home?

Let me tell you something, kid.

I don't make friends
with talent.

They're all the same.

I mean, they're not
all the same.

- Eh.
- Come on, Soldier Boy was a hero, right?

I mean, he stormed Normandy.

Yeah, he did.
Two weeks after D-Day.

For the photo op.

- So he didn't see any action?
- Not in Germany.

Sprayed a fire hose
in Birmingham.

Some target practice
at Kent State.

- There were rumors about Dealey Plaza.
- Wait, what?

Yeah, and they call 'em
the "good old days."

The thing is, to be American

means knowing you're the hero.

So what do we do? We sweep all
our filthy shit under the rug

and we tell ourselves
a myth like Soldier Boy.

And I get stinking rich
selling it.

There you are.

Oh, fuck me. Is he still at it?

Ladies. You got a minute?

Oh, good. Lube? Huh?

Come on, I can't go in raw.

Please don't make eye contact.

Hughie, listen, these women,
they're like fine wine.

Okay, the older they get, the
more delicious, but the drier.

Mary, Lucille, come on,
chop-chop.

Break time's over. That shag's
not gonna vacuum itself.

Come on.

- Okay.
- What's the problem?

What's the problem?
First of all,

I can never fire
those girls now, thank you.

And second of all,
this bed has seen two Jaclyns.

You know that?
Smith and Bisset.

Y-You're treating it
like a Reno cat house.

- Jesus.
- The problem

is you gave me 11
of Mindstorm's last-knowns.

So far, I've had a look at three
and found fuck all.

I-I'm chasing me
fucking tail here, mate.

Sounds like that's three down
and eight to go.

Yeah, and that's gonna take
weeks, and weeks I don't got.

Egyptian cotton sheets and now
I got to fucking burn 'em.

The deal was,
we get the rest of my team,

- then we get Homelander.
- And what I'm saying

is I could use an hand
figuring it out.

I told you.
Mindstorm's a paranoid fuck.

But, hell, if you could hear
everybody's shitty thoughts,

you'd be, too.

Look, he bought up
all these run-down cabins

all over the place.

He's Howard Hughes
without the piss jars.

He's bat shit crazy.

Mindstorm's not crazy.
He's bipolar.

- He's bipolar?
- Yeah.

Does he take meds for it?

I believe so. At least he did.

Girls, it smells like sex
and Ben gay in here.

Lithium prescriptions
aren't that common.

I mean, I doubt he's making it.

Maybe... i-if we look
at the cabins and we...

And then check
the local pharmacies.

Yeah.

See who's handing out lithium.

Nice one, Hughie.

We're gonna need more reefer.

Hey. How you doing?

Look, I-I'm sorry
about all this.

I wish I could say you get
used to it, but you never do.

So, where are they hiding?

Butcher and Soldier Boy.

Where are they?

Wait, is...

is that concealer?

Do you have a bruise?

Yeah...

Do you have any idea
what you've set loose?

Butcher has powers.
I assume thanks to you.

They've killed Crimson Countess

and seven other heroes,
Maeve, seven.

The ones that-that survived
are done, they're powerless.

Soldier Boy fried the V right
out of their blood somehow.

Maeve, do you understand,

that could happen
to any one of us.

Yeah.

That's the difference
between you and me.

You need to be a Supe.

I can't wait till it's over.

Maeve...

Why are you letting me live?

Maeve.

You know,

back when things were, uh,

better between us...

...I used to dream
of having kids with you.

No, I did.

A family. Nesting, you know.

I-I mean, can you imagine
how perfect our kids would be?

Sublime.

Twice as strong as Ryan.

No kid of mine would
ever know a room like this,

I'll tell you that.

Just so you know,

I'll fucking shatter whatever
you try to stick up there.

Maeve! Don't be so crass.
We're not savages.

I respect what you are,
even if you don't.

I would never
force myself on you.

But I am gonna
harvest your eggs.

That way,
if... God forbid... you do die,

whether by accident or choice,
you'll die knowing

that the very best of you
carries on.

With me.

See, Maeve,
I'm not letting you live.

I'm keeping you alive.

This is still
a top-three day in my life.

Because today is the day
I saw you scared.

The hell happened to you two?

It is but trivial.

Trivial, my ass.

Y'all look like y'all got
hit by a truck.

Oh, my God, you
shouldn't even be on your feet.

Come here, come here.

Come on.

Yeah, um, we're just gonna
go lie down for a minute.

Okay? Come on.

She insisted
when you called, right?

Butcher is everyone's
problem now.

We're here to help.

Oh.

Frenchie, are you high?

Well, that goes without saying.

Okay, satellite view
has Mindstorm's place

about two miles in, due west.

Two miles?

Fuck me.

We could've parked closer.

So, do you mind telling us
what we're walking into here?

All you got to know is,

if he tries to make eye contact
with you, close your eyes.

Or what?

Just don't make
eye contact with him,

then you got nothing
to worry about.

Hey, why do you keep buying him,
like, Hefty bags full of weed?

Better high than mental.

Takes the edge off his PTSD.

Wait, he has PTSD?

Yeah, I saw it at Herogasm.

It's why he keeps blowing
the fuck out of everything.

We got to keep that cunt
dozy as a lamb.

So, just to recap,
uh, he's radioactive,

highly traumatized
and heavily self-medicated.

Feels good, feels right.

Tell me about it.

I mean, what sad bastard
self-medicates like that, eh?

Earving,

sooner or later, you're gonna
have to t-t-talk about it.

Remember when you were nine,

a-and you hid in that
ball pit right over there,

after you p-p-p-paralyzed
Lewis Frankel?

This is just like that.

You can't hide from Soldier Boy.

We're your best pals, aren't we?

We got you through that erection
in the seventh grade,

that Hard Rock Cafe
m-m-massacre in Lagos.

And by golly,
we'll get you through this, too.

- You got that... - That's right.
- You're our friend.

What'd you say?

- What?
- What?

Nothing, mate.
No one said nothing.

Hey, hey. Uh, your...
your brain's leaking.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

What the fuck is this shite?

Mum.

Oi, Mum.

Fucking Mind storm.

Knock it off,
you little fucking freak.

- Come on,
- Butcher, wake up.

- Wake up!
- Fucking freak

- slipped away. He's gonna pick us off...
- Butcher, wake up.

- ...one by one.
- Come on, wake up, Butcher. Butcher!

- Wake up.
- No, you're wasting your time, he's gone.

- What did Mind storm do?
- Well, if it's his usual MO,

trapped him
in an endless nightmare

till he dies
of terminal dehydration.

No, there's got to be
a way we can wake him up.

Mind storm put him into this.
He can snap him out.

- Okay, great, great. Uh...
- But he's about to be dead.

Wait, wait, just hang on. If we,
if we, if we grab Mind storm,

we make him help Butcher...

- No way.
- And then, and then you can kill him,

- Then you can go to town on him, man. I don't give a fuck.
- Hey.

If you're gonna act hysterical,
I'm gonna slap you

like I'm Connery.

Now, unless you want to end up
like your friend there,

it ain't worth the risk.

Look, chin up, okay?
Deal's a deal.

You help me finish this,
I'll kill Homelander.

Butcher would have given up his
life for that in a heartbeat.

So, we doing this or not?

Leave it. We got to move fast.

Ah.

Do you hear that?

Uh... You might
want to lay off the weed, huh?

And you might want
to gargle my ball sack.

Where is she?

Lenny!
Where the fuck's Lenny?

Shit. Come on.

Left his bloody bike
in the garden again.

Lenny! Lenny?

Billy?

Leave off 'em, you cunt.

Gotcha.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Where is he?

Who?

Don't fuck me about.

Where is he?

Fucking snotty little cunt.

Lenny, i-it's okay.

Jesus. I thought you quit.

The Lord hates quitters.

Is that halothane?

I chucked some at him
at Herogasm.

The motherfucker
didn't even flinch.

It will be the greatest
sorrow of my life

that I missed Herogasm.

But no, this is not halothane.

- You see the texture?
- Mm.

It's all wrong.

What is it, then?

Well, let's find out.

Okay.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

It's just, uh, un peu kétamine.

It's okay. You know, the...

Frenchie, you're a fucking mess.

Well, that makes two of us.

Okay.

Should be good.

Is there anything else
that you need?

Are you hungry?

Oh. Kirkland.

A fine choice. Yeah.

Oh. When you grow up in Iowa,
there is not much else to do.

Here.

Mmm.

Oh.

Ooh.

When did you have
your first drink?

Right now?

Oh, my God, wow.

Okay, um...

Okay, well, cheers to that.

I tried.

He doesn't want to be saved.

With what?

What about it?

You want me to...

Kimiko,

uh, hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on. Hang on.

The...

You know that I can't
go to the Tower.

Even if I could,
this would be such a bad idea.

No, but you don't know
if it'll do that again.

I mean, you could
get yourself killed.

I won't do it.
I'm sorry, I can't.

I can't.

Still can't believe
this shit is legal.

I locked up so many assholes
for it back in the day.

What the fuck did you say?

Uh, uh, literally nothing.

Jesus. How hard?

- What?
- How hard did Butcher

suck your dick
that you miss him that much?

Hmm? His mouth must feel

- like a Hoover Deluxe.
- God, every single thing

you say is so gross.

He saved me, okay?

More than once.

- So I owe him.
- Oh, bullshit.

You're on a mission.
You get the job done.

Okay? I stormed Normandy.

I fought the Nazis.

You want to know
what I do when I'm sad

or scared?

Fucking nothing.

'Cause I'm not a fucking pussy.

You didn't storm shit.

Your whole Marlboro Man act?

It's fucking crap.

And I...

Oh...

I warned you.

Oh, hi.

Babe.

Why don't you put

that work shit down,
get that little butt over here.

What is the occasion?

Well, not a big deal.

Just, uh, found out I'm gonna be
on Hannity tonight.

- Hannity, babe.
- You are?

- Yeah.
- Uh, when-when do you tape?

- We need to prep.
- No, no, no, no, babe. Don't worry.

I got it. I got it. Trust me.

- This is a big deal, Kevin.
- I know.

- Okay? So we need to go over everything.
- Okay, hey.

I got us this far, didn't I?

Y-You got us this far?

Just relax a little bit.

Turn around.

Come here. Just...

- Get into the moment.
- Okay.

But listen, I've been wanting
to talk to you about something.

You know that I love you.

- Mm-hmm.
- And I know that you love me, too.

But we both know
that our marriage...

sex life
has gotten a little vanilla.

So maybe...

it's time we branch out.

- Branch out?
- Yeah. Like, um,

you know, uh,
introduce a new partner.

Just to spice things up
a little bit.

- Well, is there anyone you had in mind?
- Well,

I'd like to introduce you
to someone.

Oh. Okay.

Babe, this is Ambrosius.

She's very pretty,
and she thinks you're super hot.

I, um...

I don't want to, uh, do that.

Cassandra, I need this.

Oh, fuck.

Ooh.

Hey there.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Okay...

Ambrosius says
she wants to taste you.

No. No. Okay, I can't.

I'm out. I'm out. No.

- I'm-I'm done. I'm done.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Honey, are you okay? What's wrong?
- You want me to fuck

- a-a fucking fish!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

One, she's a mollusk.

Two,

she has feelings.

It's okay.

How
long have you been fucking it

- behind my back?
- Okay, it's not an "it." It's a "her."

Get your pronouns right.

I have given up
a year of my life for you.

I gave up my tenure at Vassar.

I-I propped you up.

I've steered your comeback.
And this?

This is how you repay me?

You propped me up, huh?
Right, you wrote a few lines.

- I'm the one who had to fucking sell it.
- Okay.

Okay, let's, um...

Let's see how well you do
without me.

I'll be great without you.

- Without you over-noting me all the fucking time.
- You're an idiot, Kevin.

Then why did Dave Eggers say
I have a formidable intellect,

huh?

Formidable intellect!

God. No, she's...

She just needs time
to cool off, babe.

Come on, Earving.
Me and the others have

something to sh-sh-sh-show you.

C-C-C-Come on!

Something you pushed
d-d-d-deep, deep down.

Lighten up, Gunpowder.
I'm just playing ar...

You fucking pussy.

You're late. We started at 3:00.

I really wanted that movie.

- The hell are you talking about?
- I just got off the phone

with my manager.

It's a no-go
on Beverly Hills Cop.

- Oh. That.
- I was...

I was born to play Axel Foley.

Why would you say all
those horrible things about me

to Don Simpson?

- Jesus, Ben, really?
- Zip it, cooze.

The guy's supposed to be funny.

You're not funny.

- Well, I could've been.
- You're not good enough.

Now shut your cock hole
and get to work.

But-but wait.

- Stop it!
- Take it easy.

- Whoa! - Stop it. You're hurting him.
- Take it easy. Calm down.

- For God's sake, dude. - Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Guys. Guys, leave him...

- leave him alone.
- Don't... Get off.

- Get him off him.
- That's enough.

- Get off of him.
- That's enough!

- Hey, now.
- Come on.

- That's enough!
- Which one of you wants next?

Huh?

Thought so.

You think you can be me?

You're not a movie star.

You're not shit.

I see you getting
out of line again,

trying to move on up,

I will put you in
the fucking ground. Understood?

Please don't tell my old man.

You were
selling marijuana, William.

You know I have to tell him.

And we both know your dad.

You're a smart boy.

I'd just hate for you to...

turn out like him.

Fucking snotty little cunt!

Butch, what are you doing? Stop!

Fuck, Lenny.

I-I didn't mean to. I...

I-I'm-I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- - -

The world's an ocean
of shite, lads.

You either sink...

...or you swim.

Today,

Billy, my boy,

you swam.

Some cunts need a slap.

Don't they?

Here.

Oi. You ought to take a page

out of his book.

You don't want to be

a fucking little poof
all your life.

Don't you listen to him.

Don't you listen
to that worthless lump of shite.

Not a bleeding word.

Maybe we should walk back
to that town we saw.

It was, like, five miles away.

It'll take forever to get there.

We're never gonna get to
the retreat now.

Oh! Oh, you startled me.

Son, are-are you a superhero?

Yes, Father.
You folks need some help?

- Yes. Yes, please.
- Okay, well,

it's not safe.
There's a fugitive in the area.

You should get out of here
before you get hurt.

Uh, well, we can't.

I don't suppose
either of you know engines?

- I'll have a look.
- Oh,

I'd appreciate that very much.

Uh, so, where you guys headed?

We're just on our way
to a Samaritan's Embrace retreat

over there in Danville.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! What the fuck?!

This is Mindstorm's MO.
He brainwashed them.

That priest was gonna shank us.
And she will, too.

- Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Father Wallace, no!

Hey, hey, she doesn't
look brainwashed to me.

Take my word for it.
Everyone's coming for us.

- Everyone, every day.
- Whoa, no!

No, no! You have PTSD!

You have PTSD,

and you are
super fucking stoned.

All right? Maybe this isn't

- what you think it is.
- Move.

- Move!
- She's a human being.

A nun. And if there's
one thing I know...

Die, you fucking cocksuckers!

Oh, my God! Do something!

- If you stay still, I...
- Fuck you! Get her off me!

Oh! Fuck me!

No! Hard pass
on this Exorcist shit!

What's
black and white and red all over?

Okay, first off,

I don't have shell shock.
Fuck you.

Second,
this is what I'm talking about.

This is being a soldier.

Come on.

It's been five days,
and still nothing

but lies from Vought.

Soldier Boy is still out there,

and Maeve is still missing.
And you know what?

More people
are just going to die

until they admit
to what's going on.

So, I guess you've
all heard about Starlight's

"alleged" involvement...

...with a human
trafficking ring?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And I suppose
it's "pure coincidence"

that, uh, she opened Starlight
House for runaway teens.

Huh? Come on,

we can put two and two together, can't we?

What the holy fuck
does he think he's doing?

Those poor kids.

They pass through her doors,
they disappear.

They are never seen again.
It's horrific.

But we got to face the truth,

people,
no matter how ugly it is.

Starlight is a wolf
in sheep's clothing.

Plain and simple. She fooled me.

She fooled you. She fooled all of us.

Right? Now she wants
to take me down. Why?

Because with me out of the way,

there is no one
who can stop her.

No one, and she knows it.

Exactly.

Do you think the media,
our buddies over here...

Do you think the media
is gonna report on that?

No, no, no, no, no.
Of course not.

Ah. Tell you what. You guys,

love you!

All right!

And vote for Bob Singer.
He's, uh, he's... great.

Let's hear it for Homelander.

Skip breakfast, did we?

No.

No. Uh...

- She's in pain, so I tried to help.
- Look, I'm gonna

tell you the truth here
because no one else will.

Pull your shit together,

admit it's Soldier Boy

and take control
of the situation.

You think, uh, I'm not in control?

No. I think you just spent
the last 20 minutes

ranting about Starlight
instead of talking up

the next president
of the United States.

You're Homelander.

Button your shit up.
You're flailing.

This whole fucking scene
right here. Jesus Christ.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Go on, please.

You need someone you can trust.

- Someone like you?
- I got rid of Edgar for you.

That cost me a lot.

I'm proposing a strictly
transactional relationship.

You help me out
with one small favor,

and I help you.

Where did you get this?

You're awake. Fantastic.

What happened?

Pretty fucking nuts, man.

I mean, how Soldier Boy attacked
you and Blue Hawk at Herogasm.

- Yeah.
- Soldier Boy

murdered Blue Hawk
right in front of you.

You tried to save Blue Hawk,
of course,

but...

Must've been awful for you.

- Yeah.
- It seemed

like you two were on your way
to a healing place,

which is why
you're gonna love this.

Blue Hawk will live on

because we gave you his heart.

A super-abled heart.

No more heart disease.

You're gonna get to run again.

Can I get a "what-what"?

Look, you'll need
insane amounts of rehab,

but luckily, you heal fast,

- bro.
- That's...

We're gonna get you back
in your old suit. We're gonna

get you out there ASAP.

You're okay talking shit
about Starlight?

- Yeah, sure. Why?
- Oh, amazing.

Oh, my God, I almost forgot.

We are already
working on your new movie.

Training A-Train.

Gritty biopic.

You're a roughneck gangbanger
from the South Side

slanging that yayo

when a track coach...
We're thinking Tom Hanks...

Teaches you
a more civilized way.

That's not
at all how that happened.

My brother's my coach.

- We're out to Sir Julian Fellowes to write, so...
- No.

- I'm not doing that.
- You're gonna love it.

Anyway, I got to bounce.
But the A-Train's back, baby!

- Right?
- Uh...

That's your...

Okay.

Senator Bishop, will you confirm

you're about to join the ticket

as the vice presidential
candidate?

Well, if I was lucky enough

to be so honored,
you'll be the first to know.

And now,
if you will all excuse us,

I want to get
a deep-fried Twinkie

before my wife finds out.

It's not a gas.

- What?
- It's vapor.

Vapor. Vapor.
Just a delivery system.

- This.
- You think I can read

- this shit?
- Novichok.

Russian nerve agent.

Expose you or moi to Novichok,
our nervous system shuts down.

Multiple organs fail.
Painful death.

But for Soldier Boy, it's a nap.

All right.
So where can we get some?

Another vacation to Russia?

Motherfucker.

Huh? Qu'est-ce que c'est?

What got into him?

No clue.

Dance with me?

You're still hurt.

I'm still high.

We'll start with a slow one.

None taken.

What do you mean?

Why? This is everything
you said you did not want.

No. Listen to me. Listen to me.

You can walk away. You and me.

We go together to Marseille.

Your freedom, your humanité.

You have it. Mon coeur, please.

S'il te plaît, don't do this.

"Annie.

I know I'm asking a lot.

At first I hated the V

because I didn't choose it.

But now it's my choice.

I think that matters.

I blamed my powers
for my problems.

But it's not true.

The V isn't good or bad.

It just depends
on the person using it.

I wanted to use my powers
to do good.

To fight for the ones I love.

I almost lost Frenchie
because I couldn't fight.

I can't risk that again."

When we kissed, it was weird.

Oui.

Not because it felt bad.

It didn't.

But because
we're more than that.

You are my family now.

I want to protect my family.

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

By 1984,

things had gotten so bad.

There was only so much m-m-more

of Soldier Boy's abuse you could take.

So when St-St-Stan Edgar
made you an offer in Nicaragua,

you jumped at it.

- Vought's really okay with this?
- Sometimes,

old soldiers just fade away.

I don't want the details.

- Just do what you need to do.
- Why now?

Vogelbaum has a replacement.

Just a child,

but they're convinced he'll be
stronger than Soldier Boy.

And he can fly.

- Will the others go along?
- Everyone but Gunpowder.

Good luck, Earving.

Can you please stop eating those
in front of me? I'm allergic.

- What the fuck is this?
- Something we should've done a long time ago,

you piece of shit.

- TNT detonate!
- TNT detonate!

Hold him down.

Fucking piece of shit.

Get him, Mind storm.

- Scramble his fucking brains.
- No!

No!

Fuck you, motherfucker.

This is
some tough stuff, I know.

But when you gave him
to the Russians,

you knew Soldier Boy
would come back one day.

You need to f-f-f-face him.

No one really knows you.

But we know how s-sensitive

- and s-s-scared you are.
- Yes. - We're here for you.

- Hey, we got your back.
- We're here for you. - Yes.

It's okay.

Bravery isn't having no fear.

Bravery is having fear,

but you d-d-d-do it anyway.

Time to finish what you started.

Get the fuck out the car.

- What's wrong?
- You heard me.

- Daddy?
- Hey, baby.

I need you to go
inside the house with your mama.

Daddy needs to talk
to Todd alone.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Marvin, what are you doing here?
- You're okay with this?

- What?
- He took her

- to a Homelander rally.
- Yeah, so?

Excuse me. You took her where?

- It's fine.
- No, it is not fine. You didn't ask me.

Janine. Come on. Inside, honey.

- Everything's fine. Just relax.
- Don't tell me to relax, Todd.

Soldier Boy is out there
gunning for Homelander.

Do you have any idea

what kind of danger
you put my baby girl in?

There's no danger.

Starlight is making all that up.

Read any news
outside the establishment media.

Todd, Todd, they're lying.

- Really? All of them?
- All of them.

Homelander is lying to you.

- He's a fucking psychopath.
- Worse than Starlight?

She's trafficking kids
the same age as Janine,

as the...
as the kids in my classroom.

Homelander is the only one
protecting them.

- Okay, you guys. That's enough.
- Homelander

ain't protecting shit,
all right?

He's feeding you
this insane fairy tale,

and you're too fucking stupid
and-and brainwashed

- to fucking see it!
- Hey,

- fuck you.
- Both of you, stop.

You know what?

If you want to risk your life,
fine.

Have at it.

But not with my baby girl.

You're not her father.

Someone's got to be.

Marvin!

Oh, my God, Todd.

Todd. Oh, my God, Todd.

Todd. Todd. Open your eyes.

Wake up.

Here she is.

Did you think I wouldn't know

the second
you walked through the door?

Well, we broke up.

It was time
to pack my shit and go.

Okay.

So, here's what happens now.

You're gonna march
into VNN studios,

and you're gonna recant
everything you said.

It was a tragic cocktail

of heartbreak,
Zoloft and despair.

You regret any harm

that your lies
have caused Vought or me,

but me in particular.

- Mm.
- Good.

Okay. But, um,

you want to hear my counter?

I stop Soldier Boy
before he murders more people,

and I find Maeve.

If she's still alive.

Maeve's just learning
her manners.

And you should do the same.

Seriously, before you throw away

everything
you've worked so hard for.

- Hmm?
- You know what? I could give a shit.

Really? You sure about that?

Your fame is the only thing
protecting you.

Here's the thing.

I'm not scared of you anymore.

I'm not. I see who you are.

I see how small you are.

I saw it.

I saw it the night
that you killed Supersonic.

You know what I remember
from that night?

I remember what I told you
would happen to Hughie.

You walk,

that's next.

Good luck with that.

Now that you've told

my 190 million followers.

I'm still pretty famous.

Hey, everybody!

Oh, that's me.

- I got to go.
- Starlight,

uh, wait.

You're not supposed to record us

when we're running lines.

Shit!

- What the hell?!
- Okay, wait! Wait.

- Wait.
- Why the fuck am I naked?!

I can explain, okay?

You're with Soldier Boy.

- You're trying to fucking kill me.
- No!

- No. No, I just saved your life.
- Leave me alone!

Please, calm down. I only want
to talk, okay? Just talk.

I'm not bothering
anyone. I'm just trying

to get away
from all the fucking voices.

I'm just trying to get away
from the voices.

I'm just trying to get away
from the voices!

Hey, hey. I'm gonna
open my eyes, all right?

Please don't coma me.

Okay. Hey. We're cool.

Very chill. Very cool.

Also, we-we don't have
to do this naked.

All right?

Just-just clothes.
They're clothes.

I'm gonna reach in.
I'm gonna grab you some,

okay?

Look. Look, hey,
I don't want to be here.

I-I was pretending
to be someone I'm not.

I'm not like Soldier Boy.
That guy's full of shit.

I mean, no one is that tough,
and then...

And the people who say they are?

They're lying.

And I'm... I'm done.

I want to go home.

So, I'm just...

I'm begging you...

to please wake up my friend.

I've been inside his head.

- That guy's a piece of shit.
- It doesn't matter.

I-I don't want to be someone
who leaves people behind.

I want to be someone
who saves his family.

And for better or worse...

...he's family.

- Please wake him up.
- No.

- No way.
- I can get you out of here.

If you just please,

please wake him up,

I'll teleport you away.

You'll be safe

away from everyone,
including Soldier Boy.

I'll take you
wherever you want to go.

And I will never tell a soul
where that is.

Hand to God.

No.

Not here.

So, that's it then, Billy?

Jesus, Lenny.

Just gonna piss off,

no goodbye or nothing like that?

I'll be back
Christmas, once I got everything

sorted at the barracks, you can
maybe come out and see me.

Billy.

Please don't leave me alone
with him.

I can't hack it.

You'll be all right.

No, he won't.

- Fucking listen to him.
- If I stay,

I'm gonna end up killing him,

get sent off to Borstal,
or prison,

and what's that gonna do
to Mum, hmm?

Break her bloody heart,
is what it'd do.

Besides,

the old cunt hates me the most,

so maybe if I'm gone,
he'll leave you be.

You stupid fucking twat.
Don't you leave him.

I got to go, Len.

- Billy, please.
- Leave off.

For fuck's sake, Lenny,

it ain't my job
to look after you.

Don't be such a fucking poof
all your life.

Right.

Please,

don't go.

You served me up to him
on a plate.

No, I...

I didn't.

I-I wouldn't.

It's been six months,
and you come home to check on me

not once.

Len, I-I'm sorry, but they...

they just wouldn't let me out
of the barracks.

Oh, Jesus, please.

- Please, fuck, no.
- He's beating the living shit

out of me, Billy.

Day in and day out.

- I can't take no more.
- Please, Len, don't.

You fucking knew what he'd do.
It's your fault.

No, don't say that.
That's... that's not true.

I... I'm not that bastard.

Come off it, Billy.
You always have been.

'Cause anyone
who's ever loved you,

you end up getting
them killed, don't you?

Me. Becca.

Now, Hughie,

the last person
on God's green earth

trying to stop you from being
a monster, and what do you do?

Drag him down to your level.

When he dies,

and he will,

then no one can stop you.

Can they?

No!

Lenny, no!

I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry!

Sorry for what?

- Hughie.
- It's okay, Butcher.

It's okay. You're all right.

Here. You're okay.

Hey, kid.

Right, right, yeah.

Okay. Deal's a deal.

Where we headed?

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Hiya, Dan.

It's-it's not what you think.
It wasn't my idea.

Oh, I know. It was Noir's,

but how does that work, huh?
'Cause no way

he makes a fucking move
without Vought.

- They gave him the green light.
- Why would they do that?

What? That's impossible.

What'd he say?

Hello?

I need to talk to Hughie.
Where is he?

Oh, Starlight.

How delightful.

He's just popped out for a bit.

- Okay, well, he's not answering his phone.
- Bit hard to keep

a phone when you're teleporting
all day, innit, love.

- How can I help?
- Temp V is gonna kill you both.

Well, it's gonna
have to join the queue.

I was just in the lab.
It causes lesions.

Okay? It turns your brain
into fucking Swiss cheese,

so, please, be honest with me,

and tell me how many doses
have you taken?

- Just a couple.
- Jesus Christ.

Butcher, three to five doses
kills you.

You need to tell Hughie.

Yeah, yeah. I will, I will.
I promise.

Okay, but I'm calling back
every five minutes until...

Butcher?

Goddamn it.

Okay.

Hi.

Only thing open
was Long John Silver's,

so... I guess that's kind of
fish and chips, right?

Yeah.

- Nice one.
- Everything all right?

It's, uh...

- It's the Temp V.
- What about it?

We got to swing by the office
and get some more.

And then you, me,

and granny fucker are gonna
finish this fucking job.

Yeah, fuck yeah.

- Your call has been forwarded...
- Fuck.

- Do you think Monsieur Charcutier will tell Hughie?
- Do you?

I'm gonna save Hughie,

even if he doesn't want me to.

Ready, mon coeur?

Oh.

Enjoy them

before they feel like
bendy straws again.

Mon coeur?

Obviously, I didn't realize

the little bitch
was recording me, did I?

No, no. A...

Ashley, I don't fucking care.

You're the spin doctor,
go fucking spin it.

- What?
- Sir,

I apologize for disturbing you...

...but you have a call.

He says he's... Well, he's
claiming to be Soldier Boy.

Put him through.

This really you?

The situation's changed.

I thought we should have
a conversation.

I don't know who the fuck
you think you are,

but you got lucky once
because you fucking ambushed me.

Fall 1980,

I get called into Vogelbaum's
lab for an experiment,

some shit about genetics.

I still remember
the Penthouse I used.

June. Danielle Deneux,

bush like a Pomeranian.

- What?
- I beat my meat into a cup.

Turns out...

Vogelbaum made a kid.

Born spring 1981.

A boy.

You know what
the bitch of it is?

If they'd have just
kept me around,

I'd have let you
take the spotlight.

What father wouldn't
want that for his son?