The Boys (TV series)/Season 5

Season 1 2 3 4 5 Main The Boys is an American superhero television series developed by Eric Kripke for Amazon Prime Video. Based on the comic book of the same name by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, it follows the eponymous team of vigilantes as they combat superpowered individuals who abuse their abilities. "Fifteen Inches of Sheer Dynamite" [5.01] [Homelander meets with Sister Sage after the Flight 37 video gets leaked to the public by Annie] Sister Sage: We knew this would happen sooner or later. We've been ready. In the last 24 hours, we have flooded the zone with so much disinformation, people can't tell their clit from their collarbone. The share price is only down half a point. Besides that, damage is minimal. Homelander: [points at open book] What's this? Sister Sage: That is a Gutenberg Bible. Martin Shkreli sold it to me at discount. Homelander: You're really on top of the world, huh? Peter Thiel, the Obamas calling you for advice. Everyone loves you.  Sister Sage: You can't really think I care. Homelander: Maybe you didn't used to. Sister Sage: It's all for you. The higher the share price, the happier the billionaires. The more you get to do whatever the fuck you wanna do. Homelander: Are you aware that NNC is calling me a murderer? Saying that maybe I even did something to my son? Sister Sage: No. Everyone knows that Ryan is... [sighs] Sorry. That he is at boarding school. In Svalbard. [chuckling] That story's holding. We're good. Homelander: And how–how about you, Sage? Are you… good? Sister Sage: I'm fine. Homelander: You're not distracted at all? After Thomas Godolkin dumped you? You're not numbing the heartache by stabbing your brain? Sister Sage: No. Homelander: Then, just tell me. How did Starlight get in the building? [beat; exhales] I WAS HUMILIATED! As if people don't hate me enough! Sister Sage: Your numbers are north of 96. Homelander: Anyone can smile for the pollsters, sure, but millions of them are still Starlighters in their hearts! Where it counts! Have you seen the memes? Have you seen the memes about me?! [brief pause] Posting them should be a crime. Sister Sage: Yes, but we can't go... [notices Homelander glaring at her] Oh, you're serious. Uh, sir... [chuckles] Ongoing conflict is useful to us. It keeps people afraid… Homelander: Shut up. Sister Sage: …which is exactly what we– Homelander: No, no, no, no, no! NO! You promised me Caesar. Sister Sage: He was stabbed by his best friends. Homelander: Yeah, well, I can relate to that! But I need people to be devoted! To me! Sister Sage: May I speak freely? Homelander: Give it a shot. Sister Sage: I told you, no matter how much power you amass, it will not make you happy. Homelander: [pause] You know what's gonna make me happy? I think I'll be happy when Starlight and William Butcher are corpses. I want it leaked that in three days, we are going to execute Hugh Campbell, Milk, and the... French one. That'll draw out Starlight and Butcher, and then I will take care of this once and for all. Sister Sage: Consider it done, sir. Kimiko: Oh, wow. Your skin is so oily, like hugging a McRib. Annie: Wait, did you—Did you just... How?! Kimiko: Speech therapy and fucking therapy therapy and so much fucking TikTok. Annie: Well, you sure sound like you're on TikTok. Butcher: Sixteen-hour flight and not a fucking peep. Kimiko: 'Cause all you can say is "Oi, oi, oi. Cunt, cunt, cunt". Butcher: I liked her better with her mouth shut. Annie: Took you long enough. Slowing down in your old age? A-Train: [laughs and hugs Annie] Fuck you, JonBenét. Kimiko: You guys are friends? A-Train: You talk? Kimiko: Mm-hmm. Annie: Reggie's been helping us out for a while. A-Train: [takes drink from Annie] Thanks. Where is everybody? [pause] I heard about the Pittsburgh raid last month. Go Marie Moreau. How's her team doing? Annie: Yeah, they're scoring a few wins, but not nearly enough. A-Train: So, what's with the 911? Annie: Hughie, M.M. and Frenchie are gonna be executed tomorrow, so we need your help to break them out. A-Train: Of a Vought prison camp? You're fucking crazy. Annie: Listen, you don't have to fight, okay? We just need you to run them to the extraction point. It's easy. A-Train: Easy. Right. You know Homelander's gonna be waiting. I can't. Annie: We know how to kill him, okay? But we need Frenchie to do it. A-Train: Great. Well, good luck with that. Annie: Hey, are you gonna keep running forever? I mean, if we're gonna really take him out, we need your help. A-Train: So what, I'm just supposed to join this little fucking supergroup? Annie: I mean, we are down one asshоlе, so… Yeah, maybe. A-Train: [pause] No. Annie: Why not? A-Train: I said I can't. Annie: I know you're scared… A-Train: No, I'm not fucking scared! I got a family to protect. [Annie sighs] I can't. Annie: I get it, I do. Me, too. [pause] Keep them safe. [Annie and Kimiko watch A-Train run off] Kimiko: We shouldn't have let him go. Annie: No. Homelander fuckеd him up. Fuckеd me up, too. We're gonna need an Exit Plan B. [Hughie, Frenchie and M.M. go over their escape plan] Hughie: Okay, so we hit the east gate. Frenchie: Oui, Petit Hughie, when the guards change shift. Hughie: And we go at dawn. Mother's Milk: We've been through this. Hughie: I know. I just wanna go over it a few more times just so I can get it in my head. Mother's Milk: Hughie… [holds out moonshine jar] Take a fuckin' drink, will you? Hughie: No, thanks. Mother's Milk: [shrugs; to Frenchie] Mon ami? Frenchie: You know I quit. Mother's Milk: Leave it up to you to have your shit the tightest you've ever had it in a fuckin' internment camp. Frenchie: Yeah, what about you? Have you been eating the fresh produce I smuggle in? Mother's Milk: Moonshine's got corn in it. [takes a sip of moonshine] Frenchie: [beat; to Hughie] Hey… Don't worry. Annie will be fine. She's strong. Hughie: [takes liquor bottle from Frenchie] Kimiko, too.  Mother's Milk: [laughs] Y'all mοthеrfuckеrs are trippin'. Y'all don't know what the fuck's going on with them. [to Frenchie] Hey, you don't even know where Kimiko's at. Hughie: What, so you don't think you're gonna see Janine and Monique again? Is that it? Mother's Milk: What I know is that they're a shit ton safer without me making a mess out of their lives. Hughie: M.M, you're the strongest guy I know. We've been in tougher spots than this. Mother's Milk: You know, I did two tours in the 3/8 in Farah Province. The shit I saw would fuck you up. And even that was Emily in Paris compared to the shit that we looking at here. And even if we make it outta here, we ain't surviving this fuckin' war. We are dead men walking. Chin-chin, mοthеrfuckеrs. [Hughie is shocked to see all of his prison bunkmates brutally murdered in their bunker. He sees Homelander sitting on his bed reading from his journal.] Homelander: "Well, Annie, today marks two months. It's a little insane how much I miss you. I've been having trouble eating. Every day, I see people giving up, but not me. Because I have you." It's very, very sweet. Hughie: They were innocent. Homelander: Oh… [looks briefly at one of the corpses] Well, I'd hardly call them innocent. They lied to me. Played dumb about your little stash in the wall there. We've known about that for quite some time, but I just wanted to give you a little hope. Hughie: You're not the one who gave it to me, asshоlе. Homelander: Ooh, I like Internment Camp Hughie. She's zesty. Hughie: Fuck you. Do it. Homelander: What? Hughie: Kill me. Homelander: Not until we flush out Butcher and Starlight. Hughie: You think they're dumb enough to just walk right into your trap? Homelander: Let's not insult each other. We both know they're coming. [throws the journal at Hughie's feet] Do you remember when we first met? Hughie: How could I forget? Homelander: Believe Festival. I tried to cleanse your soul. I remember thinking... [sighs] "Why him?" What does Starlight see in this gangly simp that reeks of fear and Strawberry Smoothie kids' shampoo? You know, William and Victoria Neuman love you, too. I mean, I get it from your perspective. You're punching up. Good for you. But why are they so hopelessly devoted to such staggering mediocrity? Why would Starlight and Butcher piss away their lives to try and rescue you? Hughie: Because I'd do it for them. [Butcher and Kimiko find Hughie, Frenchie and M.M. tied up and gagged by Homelander when they break into the Vought internment camp] Hughie: Butcher?! Oh, fuck. Homelander: [waves] Surprise. Welcome, William. [to Kimiko] And you. The gang is almost all here. Oh, and uh, [looks down at M.M.] you never told me that this one's nickname is... Mother's Milk. [licks his lips; laughs] Okay. So, what's the big plan? What, are you gonna sandbag me with the Godolkin virus? [Butcher looks shocked] Yes. I know all about it. Kimiko: Suck my fat dіck! [Homelander lasers Kimiko in half. The top half of her body falls to the floor.] Homelander: Hey, where's Starlight? Just doesn't feel like a party without my little lightning bug here... [pause; stares at Butcher] Jesus Christ, William. You've got a viper's nest in there. I'd heard about it, of course. But seeing it for myself, it's uh… it–it's incredible. I mean, it's fucking disgusting of course, but it's–it's beautiful. What you've done to yourself, what you've become… and you did all that for me? [pause] Now that… that is devotion. You know, William, I know we're not exactly equals, but I'm compelled to say… you are the only one that's ever challenged me. And there's a part of me that will be sad to see you go. [A-Train gets badly injured while being chased by Homelander, who eventually catches up to him] Homelander: Looks like someone can catch the A-Train after all. End of the road, buddy boy. [A-Train starts laughing at Homelander as he gets back up] Homelander: What's so funny? A-Train: What was I so afraid of? You are… fucking nothing. Homelander: Really? [Homelander lifts A-Train and pins him against a tree] A-Train: [grunts] Really. You're just an empty fucking suit. Take away these powers… and what are you, huh? A pathetic… weak… sniveling fucking loser. [Homelander wraps his hand around A-Train's neck and slowly chokes him. A-Train continues laughing until Homelander snaps his neck.] "Teenage Kix" [5.02] Oh Father: We fight hellfire with holy fire! We fight with the ballot box! We fight with the ammo box! Matthew 10:34: "I do not come to bring the peace, but a sword"! You are not here to be blessed, you are here to do war! Homelander: Goddammit, A-Train. It didn't need to come to this. I don't know, you left me no choice! I know that my leadership style can be stern, but it was for your own good! I like to think of myself as the big brother that you never had. You remember that girlfriend you had? Uh... Pop... Popfang. Betrayed us both, to William Butcher no less. Huge mess, your fault. What did I do? What did I do? I gave you a chance to make things right, I reached out my hand... and you bit it! What did I ever do to deserve that? What, was I too nurturing? Too forgiving? Well, maybe. But dammit, you weren't like the others: Snakes, backstabbers. I could count on you, man. I did count on you. I loved you... but here we are. Why does this keep happening to me? I guess the strongest men are the most alone. You wouldn't understand. Nobody does. [Homelander releases Soldier Boy from his cryogenic chamber at Vought Tower. Soldier Boy wakes up the next morning in Homelander's bedroom.] Soldier Boy: What the fuck? Homelander: No, no, no, no. It's okay. It's okay, I don't wanna hurt you. You're safe, okay? You've been in deep freeze again. Soldier Boy: Oh, Jesus Christ. For how long? Homelander: Almost two years in a CIA black site. I just found out this morning. Soldier Boy: You found out this morning? Homelander: Yeah. Soldier Boy: But that just happens to be in your room? [pause] Did you fuck me? Homelander: [legitimately confused] What? Soldier Boy: Is this some kind of incest thing? Homelander: No! Soldier Boy: Then, what the fuck is this? Homelander: [stammers] Look, I... I want you to find William Butcher. Soldier Boy: Find him yourself. Homelander: Well, the people that work for me are limited. And you are the best tracker there is. I just–I need you to find him and report back. Very simple. Soldier Boy: You want me… to work for you? Homelander: Well, why don't we say "work with me"? And... I can help you. I can give you a proper comeback. Soldier Boy: I don't need you for that. Homelander: Well, the whole world does think that you're a Russian spy, so… Soldier Boy: [takes a deep breath] Okay. Alright, listen to me. I'm no ass-felching Commie. You got that?! Homelander: I know, I know. And listen, I am Vought now. Me. So, the public, they're gonna believe that you are whatever I tell them you are. I can resurrect you. I can give you back what you lost. I can even make you number two in The Seven. Soldier Boy: Number two? [Homelander nods] Or how about I finish the job, and blast you to Kingdom Fuck. Homelander: Yeah, you could try. Who knows, you might even fry the V right out of my blood. Or you might not. But I'm betting that you hate William Butcher more than you hate... me. After all, I'm–I'm not the one that betrayed you, am I? Soldier Boy: I tried to kill you. The minute I turn my back, how do I know you won't return the favor? Homelander: Look...  [Homelander picks up Soldier Boy's shield and gives it to him] Homelander: You find William Butcher for me… all is forgiven. Soldier Boy: [beat; looks at the shield] Looks like a fuckin' kindergarten ashtray.  Homelander: Soldier Boy, [points at Calhoun and Ashley] this is the President, Vice President of the United States of America. They work for me. Everyone, Soldier Boy is gonna be number two in The Seven once he has located William Butcher and Annie January. The Deep: What? Wait–Wait, what, sir? No, sir. I... I can do this. I can bring them in. Homelander: Oh, like you did with A-Train? We're going in a new direction, Deep. Competence. [to Calhoun] Oh, and Steve, Soldier Boy's gonna need a full pardon. Calhoun: Well, sir, he–he was guilty of... you know, treason. [pause; Homelander just glares at him] Consider it done, sir. Homelander: Terrific. And you know what? I'm sure the man's dying for a drink. Uh, Steve, can you make him a… Soldier Boy: Manhattan. Homelander: Manhattan. Thanks, Steve. Calhoun: Of course. Can I get you a glass of milk, sir? Homelander: [sternly] No. Steven… I'll also have a Manhattan. Soldier Boy: Goddamn. Since when could Supes teabag the President? Homelander: Since me. [Butcher sees Hughie looking despondent on their way back to the Teenage Kix mansion] Butcher: Oi, fuckin' smile, Hughie. I mean, ain't you a little glad A-Train's dead? Hughie: …No, I'm not glad he's dead. A-Train did a lot of horrible things, but he saved our lives, and he died a hero. A real hero. There are a lot of other Supes that don't deserve to die either. Butcher: Listen, I know you just done a year in the gulag. You've earned your seat at the table, so... I'll give it to ya straight. You gotta knock this wet, gapin' pussy shite on the head, mate. Ain't doin' no one no favours. Especially your girl. I mean, that's why she's givin' you the cold shoulder. Hughie: Don't talk to me about Annie. You don't know what's going on with her. Butcher: Well, I know that she finally knows the fuckin' score. And she knows that you poncin' about with this Jiminy Cricket, "listen to your heart" bollocks is just gonna get her killed. Hughie: Is there any part of you left that's still human? [pause] You're gonna get Annie killed, not me… but I won't let you do it. Butcher: Noted. [A shield suddenly pierces the windshield of the Boys' truck. Hughie catches the virus vial right as they crash into another vehicle.] Hughie: Fuck! Kimiko: Hughie, the vial! Hughie: It's good. [stares at the shield] Wait, is that...? [They see Soldier Boy walking up the street towards them] Butcher: Well, well, well. Kimiko: He's dead, right? He's supposed to be dead? Butcher: Supposed to be. Mallory put him in ice for a bit. Hughie: [slowly turns to face Butcher] You're telling us this now? Butcher: Somebody up there likes us, mate. Hughie: In what fucking way?! Butcher: Well, we wanted a guinea pig. Who better than Homelander's old man? New plan. Butcher: Oi. Ain't you supposed to be a giant ice dіldо? Soldier Boy: Aren't you supposed to be smart? Renting a truck under the name "Don T. Beakunt." Same alias when we headed to Herogasm. Butcher: Well, oldie, but a goodie. [Soldier Boy sees Hughie and Kimiko get out of the truck and run away]  Butcher: No, mate. Just you and me. [Soldier Boy shoots Butcher three times, but to no avail. Butcher, still standing, looks down at his chest then looks back up at Soldier Boy.] Soldier Boy: I guess it's true. You're one of us now. Butcher: Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Then fuckin' beat 'em. Soldier Boy: Being super is not gonna save you. Butcher: That don't stop us helpin' each other. Homelander's double the cunt now, if that's even possible. He needs doin' more than ever. You still fancy his seat on The Seven, don't ya? Soldier Boy: Fuck you! We had a deal! I held up my end of the bargain, and you sold me out. Put me back in a fucking box! And for what? 'Cause I was gonna kill some dumb kid? Butcher: That kid is your grandson. Soldier Boy: Well, was it worth it? You feeling good about that call right about now? Where is that fucking brat? Butcher: Homelander's the one fuckin' you over, mate. Or did he mention that we've got an uber virus strong enough to kill every fuckin' Supe on the planet? Soldier Boy: Bullshit. Butcher: God's honest. The things this virus can do... Fuckin' diabolical. Why d'you think he sent you here instead of coming himself, hmm? You're the sacrificial cunt. Again. Soldier Boy: I guess we'll see. Butcher: You don't get it, do ya? Me, Homelander, your old crew–Everyone fucks you over. Do you wanna know why? 'Cause you... are a dumb fuckin' twat. Soldier Boy: Hughie Campbell. How is a useless cock-gobbler like you still alive? Hughie: All your jokes are about dudes blowing dudes. You're kind of obsessed! Soldier Boy: Is this the virus he was going on about? The so-called "Supe Killer"? Well, not today, you semen-swilling butt pirate. Hughie: What? "Every One of You Sons of Bitches" [5.03] [Homelander has a psychotic breakdown and hallucinates Madelyn Stillwell appearing to him as an angel] Homelander: Madelyn...! Madelyn: Oh, my boy! My sweet boy... What is wrong? Why are you unhappy? Homelander: My father and my son! Everything, it's all falling apart! Madelyn: No! No, it's exactly what needed to happen. Yes, it's been foretold! You're about to ascend. Become immortal. Divine. A true god with the love of the world. Homelander: But– Madelyn: I know, you think love is weak and human. But who is more loved than Jesus? And why should he have more love than you? You save more people than he does. The one, true god... Homelander: Yes... But how? How? Millions of people just hate me... Madelyn: Well, then you baptize the unfaithful in their own blood. Rip babies from their mothers' wombs. Homelander: Yes... Madelyn: Skin parents in front of their children. Rid the world of the wicked. Homelander: Yes... Madelyn: The nonbelievers... Homelander: They'll call me a monster... Madelyn: Oh, the only ones left will be your faithful. And they will love you in their hearts. They'll cry happy tears at the mere thought of you. You have one last task, my love. Soldier Boy: Homelander? Homelander: Up here. Soldier Boy: What do you– [sees Homelander taking a bath] What in the fuck? Is that milk? Homelander: Better. Breastmilk from the NICU at Mount Sinai. Soldier Boy: So, what? You asked me up here so I could watch you swim in tit jizz? Homelander: I wanna give you another chance. Soldier Boy: You wanna give me another chance? Homelander: Yes. Help me find that V1. Soldier Boy: I'd rather fist myself with a handful of razors. Besides, Cleopatra Jones said there's no V1 to find. Homelander: Oh, there most certainly is. And I am going to find it. Soldier Boy: Yeah? What makes you so sure? Homelander: [smiling] An angel told me. It's my destiny. Soldier Boy: Just when I thought there was a ceiling to how fuckin' weird you could get. Homelander: Yes, yes. Make your jokes. You've been blessed with immortality, and what have you done with it? Drink and fuck yourself numb. You... You are a disappointment. You see... [stands up and gets out of the tub] I am not gonna waste my immortality. I am gonna take what's rightfully mine. I'm asking you if you want a seat at the table because you're my father. But with or without you... a reckoning is coming. Soldier Boy: [beat] You know, all I see is a freak. A freak with a bushel of gray pubes. Try some Just for Men. [Butcher takes Ryan to a pub to discuss his plan to kill Homelander with the Supe virus] Butcher: All you do is get him on the blower and tell him you wanna see him. When he rocks up, you chuck the shit in his face... and that'll be it. Ryan: Why me? Butcher: 'Cause he won't leave the fortress of cuntitude for anyone else. Ryan: So this is what you wanted to talk to me about. Killing my dad. Butcher: Listen, mate– Ryan: Is that all you think I'm good for? Butcher: I ain't gonna treat you like a kid no more, alright? You're done with that. Homelander raped your mum. He's gonna burn everything down, and you are the only one who can stop him. Now... Normally, I don't put no stock in any of that bollocks about destiny, but if anyone's got one, it's you. Ryan: [pause; sighs] I throw this virus at him... what'll happen to me? Butcher: You'll die. I'll be close by and we'll go together. Now... I ain't gonna lie to you. This… This is not what your mum wanted… but it's the only way. And it will be justice. Ryan: You're asking me to kill myself? Butcher: You wouldn't be the first lad to throw his life away in a war... but you would be the first to save the world doin' it. [beat; sighs heavily] I'll fetch us a pint. [Later, Butcher returns with a pint of beer] Butcher: Here. Told her you were 30. [Ryan chuckles] Fuck the leather, fuck the lace, here's to the bird who sits on yer face. [takes a long sip of beer] Ryan: Where'd you pick that up? Butcher: Me old man. Ryan: You two close? Butcher: Nah, not really. He was a... a piss artist. Used to lose all his money on the gee-gees–horses–and then, he'd come home, beat the livin' daylights outta Len and me. And then later, laugh about it with his mates. Yeah, he was a right cunt. Ryan: Where is he now? Butcher: Bottom of the Thames. I put him there, just the other day. Only wish I'd done it sooner, before he caused more... more damage. Ryan: Butcher... Do you think that I could ever... That I might turn into my dad? Butcher: …I don't know. Ryan: [sighs] My mom... Aunt Grace... the others... All I do is hurt people. I can't be around anyone. Butcher: Without us–without Supes–the world is a better, safer place. Ryan: [beat] I'll do it. Mother's Milk: You know, my father spent his whole life fighting Vought. And here I am, smoking a fuckin' cigar with Stan Edgar. Edgar: I remember your father, you know. He was impressive. Over thirty Ivy League attorneys at Vought, and one small-time Harlem lawyer made them work weekends and holidays. Mother's Milk: Damn fuckin' straight he did. Edgar: But he couldn't win. It's why, ultimately, you won't win either. You're fighting an unbeatable foe. You know that, right? Mother's Milk: Who? Vought? Edgar: Please. It's more powerful than Vought. Or Homelander. More powerful than nature or life itself. It's profit and loss; supply and demand; the elegant flow of currency across the globe. We're just cogs in a great machine... and we all have our part to play. Say you kill Soldier Boy, or Homelander, or even release this virus. When superheroes go out of fashion, something else will just take their place. Because corporations must still grow. Money must still be made. The machine must still be fed. That is the way of the world. Mother's Milk: Motherfucker. When this is all over... you're aiming to run Vought again, ain't you? Edgar: Like I said. We all have our part to play. Mother's Milk: [pause] If that day ever comes... I have a part to play, too. And that's to put a bullet in your fuckin' skull. [Soldier Boy and Firecracker are on her TruthBomb talk show set preparing for their interview together] Firecracker: It's an honor to have a great American like yourself on the show. I guess it runs in the family, huh? Homelander's father… Dang. Soldier Boy: [looks at the gun at Firecracker's hip] Glock, huh? Never saw the appeal in foreign-made guns. Firecracker: Well, this ain't your granddaddy's Glock. This here's a 9mm Gen 5, seven-round capacity with a crisp fuckin' break. Soldier Boy: Well, mine's a much longer barrel. [takes out his pistol] Battle-proven, all-American Colt 1911 chambered in .45 ACP. [cocks pistol] That'll blow your fuckin' panties off. Now, that little Glock–That's good for a late-night Harlem stroll, but uh, this here? That's a certified Kraut killer. Firecracker: I think you mean an antique. Soldier Boy: I mean a classic. You wanna give it a try? [Firecracker examines the pistol] Now, some can't handle the kick, but something tells me you'll do just fine. [Cut to Soldier Boy and Firecracker in bed together after having sex] Soldier Boy: Whew. Well, I gotta hand it to you. I haven't fuckеd that hard since... since I railed Shari Lewis on the balcony of Studio 54. Firecracker: I ain't got no idea who that is. Soldier Boy: Well... Hey, why the hairless pussy? Firecracker: [gives Soldier Boy a disgusted look] What? Soldier Boy: I mean, what's the point of going down there if you're not gonna get a fat face full of fur? Is that how Homelander likes you? Like a baby? Firecracker: [sighs] More like a mother. Soldier Boy: But you two have fuckеd, right? Firecracker: [shakes her head] Mm-mm. Soldier Boy: Damn. I gotta admit, I was kinda just doing this as petty revenge against the freak. Firecracker: That's terrible. Who would do such a thing? And you shouldn't say that about your son. Soldier Boy: Ah, he thinks he's better than me. Firecracker: He doesn't. Soldier Boy: How do you know? Firecracker: I don't know much, but I can read people. And the way he looks at you? Shoot. I ain't never seen him look at nobody like that. Soldier Boy: Uh, that's not exactly a compliment, doll. He is the strangest mοthеrfuckеr I've ever known, and I've had a threesome with Gary Busey. [Ryan and Homelander meet up at the now-abandoned VoughtLand building] Ryan: Do you remember when you took me here? Pretended to care about me? Homelander: I do care about you, son. I love you. Ryan: [pause] I need to ask you– Homelander: For my forgiveness? You already have it. Ryan: What? Homelander: Okay, let me finish. I put too much pressure on you to fill my boots. And–And I realize now that, uh... Well, that–that was impossible. But I do have some pretty exciting news. I am going to live forever now. I'll realize my own legacy. And you... [scoffs] you're off the hook. You can do whatever– Ryan: Did you do it? Did you rapе my mom? Homelander: What?! Of course not. Who told you–Did William Butcher tell you that? Your mother and I, we had an affair. A consensual affair between two adults. Ryan: Your heart's racing. Homelander: Well, yeah, because I'm shocked. And–And frankly, my heart's breaking a little bit that you could think I would do something like that– [Ryan lasers Homelander, leaving a visible wound near his chest] Homelander: Ryan... Ryan, stop! [Ryan lunges at Homelander and shoves him against the wall. Homelander ducks below Ryan's fist to avoid getting punched by him.] Homelander: Ryan! I don't know where this is coming from, because your mother… She came on to me. [Ryan punches Homelander twice and tries to laser him again. Homelander quickly dodges him.] Homelander: Ryan! Son... [moves away to avoid another punch] Ryan! Ryan, buddy... Look what came out of it: My son! A blessing! [Ryan attacks him again] Hey, hey! Stop! [Ryan readies another laser, which gets redirected when Homelander grabs his face. He punches Homelander in the face again, but Homelander gets the upper hand and slams Ryan several times into a box. Homelander wipes blood away from his nose as Ryan whimpers in pain.] Homelander: Oh, Ryan... Dammit. Look at what you made me do. [pause; kneels down to restrain Ryan] Shh... Shh, shh, shh. Hey... It's okay. My sweet, sweet boy. [Homelander proceeds to punch Ryan repeatedly in the face until he is beaten nearly to death] "King of Hell" [5.04] Homelander: I need you for something. Firecracker: You do? Homelander: I have received the most wonderful message. I was visited... by an angel. And she foretold my destiny. Firecracker: Wow. Well, praise be. And what is it? Homelander: God. Firecracker: Sir, that is wonderful. There is no higher calling than servin' the Lord. Homelander: Oh, no. Not serving the Lord. Being the Lord. I am the Messiah. I'm the savior of the world. Firecracker: The... Messiah? Homelander: Yes. [Firecracker smiles despite her being clearly disturbed by Homelander's delusions] Firecracker: Um... Congrats. Homelander: Thank you. [pause; Firecracker giggles nervously] I always knew I was special. I knew it. I suffered. I suffered so many hardships, and I... I couldn't understand why, but you... You... You always saw it, didn't you? You knew all along I was special. That is why I have chosen you to spread the word of my coming. Firecracker: How? Homelander: Well, we control the most powerful media apparatus on Earth. Jesus would kill for our marketing. What do you say? Firecracker: ...Well, you know I would do anything for you, sir. [The Boys are hiking through the woods near Fort Harmony] Kimiko: It's weird. No birds or animals. It's like… Butcher: Fuckin' hell. [to Mother's Milk] Had to park on the other side of the state, didn't ya? Mother's Milk: Well, if the hike's too hard, why don't you try tying your boots, mοthеrfuckеr. [Hughie is shocked to see a heavily decomposed corpse] Hughie: Oh, fuck that. Butcher: Eh. Not really my type, son. Hughie: Hey, how about showing a little respect? Mother's Milk: You know, Hughie's right, Butcher. You should take her out to dinner first. [chuckles; sighs] Let's see here. Based on the decomp, these bodies have been here for a while. Frenchie: Something ripped them apart. Whatever killed those Boy Scouts might still stalk these woods. Butcher: Let's get a move on, then. Didn't come out here to get bummed by Bigfoot. [...] Butcher: Any sign of Super Cunt? Mother's Milk: Could already be inside. Butcher: Well, let's find out. Kimiko: [to Hughie] What's wrong? Hughie: Annie. Kimiko: She'll come back. Hughie: No. I almost died, but she made it all about her and she took off. I mean, last year, I got bad-touched by a shape-shifter, and she still found a way to make it about her. She can be such a fucking bitch. [pause; sees Kimiko looking at him in shock] Uh... Jesus. Sorry, I–I didn't mean for that to come out so harsh. [The Boys see an entire field littered with animal carcasses] Butcher: Fuckin' hell. Mother's Milk: The fuck happened here? Frenchie: Our V'd-up beast enjoyed an amuse-bouche, perhaps? Butcher: Well, explains why we didn't hear no animals. Kimiko: I said that ten minutes ago. [The Boys discover more decomposed corpses as they make their way downstairs to the lab inside Fort Harmony] Butcher: Fuckin' hell. They've been here a minute, haven't they? Frenchie: Decades. Hunters... [pause; notices the knives embedded in the corpses] Look at their knives. These men, they killed each other. What if there is a monster here, but it's us? Butcher: What the fuck are you on about, Frenchie? Frenchie: Toxoplasmosis. It's a parasite in cat shit. It can infect humans. Makes them react with explosive anger. Hughie: You think we ate cat shit? Frenchie: Ate? No... If the V1 spilled into the groundwater, it could mutate the plants. Their spores fill us with rage, we murder each other, and voilà. We're plant food for these vines. Hughie: Okay, so like The Last of Us? Frenchie: No, that is just The Walking Dead with mushrooms. The dead campers, the animals, these hunters... Surely, you all see how strangely you've been acting. Kimiko: Us? I've seen you blow cоcaіnе up your dіckhole. Frenchie: Wait... You have a point. The copious amount of drug I've taken for decades has surely altered my brain chemistry. That's why I'm not affected. Kimiko: Guess being a junkie was good for something after all. Mother's Milk: [laughs] Romeo and fuckin' Juliet. You two survive this war, I give you six months tops. [Homelander and Soldier Boy search the ground floor of Fort Harmony while the Boys are in the basement below looking for the V1] Soldier Boy: [sniffs] Smells like deer piss. The last time I was here, I was fresh off the front lines, still picking Nazi brains out of my hair. And only the best of the best got selected for Dr. Vought's trials. Homelander: Hmmph. Soldier Boy: Not soft little hog-chompers. Homelander: Of course. No, I forgot how tough you were. Soldier Boy: Hey, I'm not the weirdo who doesn't fuck. I mean, your cock's as useless as your cape. What's the point of being famous if you're not getting your dіck wet? Homelander: Oh, my dіck was sopping wet when I pulled it out of Stormfront and wiped it on her fucking chin! Soldier Boy: [pause; looks down at the decomposed corpses] Ooh, look. More uggos.  Homelander: Friends of yours? [They unknowingly set off the motion detector that the Boys set up near the stairs] Mother's Milk: Oh, shit. They're right above us. Butcher: We best get the fuck outta here. Come on. Hughie: Hey. Hey, what about the V1? Mother's Milk: If Bombsight has the V1, then it saves us from having to torch it. Hughie: What are you talking about? Who's "us"? Butcher: [beat] What? You think the world needs more immortal cunts, do ya? Hughie: We need it to save Annie and Kimiko! You've been planning this this whole time, haven't you?! Frenchie: Shh. Homelander will hear us. Hughie: [to Mother's Milk] And you, you've just been going along with it again. Mother's Milk: We can't take the risk, Hughie. And if she has to be collateral damage so that Homelander dies and my daughter lives, we ain't got no fucking choice! Kimiko: Oh, easy for you to say. It won't fucking kill you! Butcher: Well, at least he knows when to keep his gob shut and do as he's fuckin' told! Frenchie: Shh! Mother's Milk: Excuse me? Frenchie: No, no, no. We don't have time for this. We need to find a way out now. Mother's Milk: Wanna know a little secret, Butcher? I cheered when I found out that you were dying, 'cause at least we'd finally be done with your miserable ass. Hughie: You know, I used to say to these guys, "Don't give up on Butcher. There's good in him fighting to get out." I was wrong. If there was anything human in there, it's dead. Underneath that chestful of octo-cocks, you are just a fucking monster. Butcher: Well, maybe I like it better that way. Hughie: That parasite's not just in you. It is you. You're the cancer! Frenchie: Lower your voices. Hughie: You are just as bad as Homelander, maybe worse. And I'm not gonna let you drag us all down with you. Butcher: And whatcha gonna do about it? Hughie: I'll fucking kill you. Homelander: [chuckles] Tough guy, my ass. Soldier Boy: What? Homelander: You, your whole bit. This whole "guts and glory" thing. What a fucking joke. I read your classified file. Your brother won a Silver Star for bravery at Anzio, and that's what made you beg your father to buy you a spot in Dr. Vought's trials. Because it killed you to see your brother dripping in all that glory, making you look all the more feeble in comparison. Soldier Boy: You don't know shit about me. Homelander: Really? I know that when they tried to inject you with the V, you were so fucking petrified that they had to strap you to the table. And you pissed yourself, crying for your mommy like the whiny, spoiled little rich boy that you are. They gave you the world, and you? You deserve nothing. [Soldier Boy stands by as Homelander walks into a small chamber] Homelander: [sighs] Oh, Christ. What's this shithole now? [Soldier Boy shuts the door while Homelander isn't looking and turns the wheel to lock him inside the chamber] Homelander: What are you doing?! [Soldier Boy bends the wheel with his bare hands and tears it off the door] Homelander: [sarcastically] Oh, well done. I'll be out of here in 30 seconds! Soldier Boy: Maybe. Maybe not. [Soldier Boy pulls down a lever to open a radioactive valve. Homelander's face immediately starts blistering from the radiation.] Soldier Boy: It's enriched uranium. They'd stick us Supes in there to see if we could survive an atomic bomb. Now, for a normal joe, they'd be dead in minutes. But for you, it's a stomach flu. Good luck, though, getting out of a Supe-proof cell while you're bleeding out of your ass. [Homelander fails to kill Soldier Boy by lasering him. He punches the glass as Soldier Boy walks off.] Homelander: Where are you going? Soldier Boy: I'm gonna go destroy any V1 that I find, you Triple Crown cock jockey. Homelander: Why? Soldier Boy: You don't get it, do you? How much I can't fucking stand you. [Butcher sees Homelander trapped inside the uranium chamber] Butcher: [laughs] Oh, if only the world could see you now. Not so fuckin' super, are ya? You, uh... [points at Homelander's face] You got a bit of... [pause; Homelander coughs] Did your dad put you in timeout? Ooh… That's gotta sting, knowin' he'd rather spend eternity all alone than with the likes of you. What's the matter? Cunt got your tongue? Will wonders ever cease? [chuckles; lights cigarette] Tell me something. If you do get the juice in you, you think that makes you a god, don't ya? Seems like I know you pretty well after all. Which is why I know that even if you had a billion twats garglin' your bollocks and singin' "Hosanna", you still wouldn't be happy. 'Cause deep down, you're just a weak, thin-skinned, needy little boy. You beat the shit outta your own son. Don't get weaker than that. Homelander: [laughs weakly while groaning in pain] Ryan is alive… because he's strong. 'Cause he's my son. The son of God. Butcher: You ain't no god. How's about I go fetch the virus, and then we'll watch you shit your fuckin' spine out? Homelander: [pause] You don't have it, do you? The virus. Butcher: …Don't I? Homelander: No, you don't. You would have used it by now. [coughs; laughs hysterically] You have no way to stop me, do you? Oh, William. You have no idea what you're up against. You can't intervene. I will get the V1, and when I do, I'm gonna flay you alive. You, Starlight, all the nonbelievers. You're all gonna fuckin' drown in your own blood. Butcher: I promise you, before I die... I'll fuckin' have you. [walks away] Homelander: YOU'RE ALL FUCKING PASTE! I can take what's mine, and that makes this WHOLE FUCKING SHITBALL MY BIRTHRIGHT! MY DESTINY! "One-Shots" [5.05] Firecracker: Next up is a $500 million ad blitz with OOH, e-blasts, print and digital. Ain’t nobody won’t know about the Democratic Church of America… and its chosen prophet. Homelander: [sighs] Prophets are servants. Firecracker: Of course, sir. Great point. We’re just trying to ease people into it. Homelander: No, no, no. We need to prepare America for my ascension. We must be honest. We must be direct. I like “savior.” Or–Or… Oh Father: Lord. Yes, I couldn’t agree more, sir. Religion is not about being meek. We should dominate the seven mountains of society, bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth! Amen! Homelander: Amen. Firecracker: Amen! I love all that! The Deep: So fucking dope. Oh Father: Easter is just around the corner. How perfect would it be for your second coming to come on the day of Jesus' resurrection? Homelander: Mmm… Second coming? Let's be clear: I am not the son of God. Oh Father: Well, of course. Many people believe that Jesus is both God incarnate and the son. Homelander: Well, that's just confusing. I don't want my church getting involved in all... that. Firecracker: Exactly. Besides, if we pull up our timeline, you won't have… [picks up a bag with a large book inside] this. [Firecracker kneels in front of Homelander, who accepts the book. He takes it out of the bag and sees "The Homelander Bible" with himself embossed on the cover.] Oh Father: We're gonna drag our feet because of a book? Firecracker: Not a book. The book. The Homelander Bible. Homelander: [pause; lifts the book with his hands] Heavy. Soldier Boy: [quietly] What the fuck? Firecracker: It's got the Old Testament, the New Testament, and the brand new American Testament, written by A.I. trained on the works of Pat Robertson. See, we need to pass the torch, sir. From Jesus to you. Sir, we don't get more than one chance at a first impression. Are we really gonna rush something this important? We ain't Arby's, after all. Homelander: No. Firecracker: We're the Cheesecake Factory. Homelander: [sighs deeply] Okay. We'll do it your way. Firecracker: Thank you. Sister Sage: You do realize this kind of sudden religious upheaval is likely to generate widespread civil unrest? Firecracker: Local law should be able to handle the suburbs, but we could use extra hands in major metros. Homelander: Oh, let's recall all Supes stationed overseas. American heroes should be protecting America, not Who-Gives-A-Fuckistan. Firecracker: We ain't doin' that again. Soldier Boy: [chuckles] That's what you said the last six times. Firecracker: No, I really mean it this time. Soldier Boy: You seem a little out of it. Did you nut? 'Cause usually, you nut. Firecracker: [sighs] Were you baptized? Soldier Boy: Yeah, in front of half of Chestnut Hill. Governor Sproul did the honors. My family kept up appearances, of course. Then, we never set foot in church again. Firecracker: I had lunch today with the reverend who baptized me. He's been gettin' heat to switch over to our church. You think Homelander might be open to going easy on him? Just... give him a little more time? I wouldn't ask if it was just anybody, but that man practically raised me. Soldier Boy: So you didn't nut. You know, this whole Homelander as God shit, it's... it's fucking ridiculous. Firecracker: Really? You think so? Soldier Boy: If he's the second coming, then what does that make me? Joseph? I mean, talk about the biggest cuck in history. Man trades his best cow to bag some hot-ass virgin, and then God comes and squirts his baby gravy up her meat wallet. Fuck that. Firecracker: I guess I've been struggling with where to place Homelander in my heart in relation to Jesus and the Lord. Soldier Boy: [deadpan] Okay. Firecracker: Of course I worship Homelander. I mean, he's always been a god to me. Soldier Boy: Look, I'll tell you this. If there is a god... sure as hell didn't come out of my balls. I gotta go. Firecracker: Where you off to? Soldier Boy: L.A… [snickers] I fucking hate L.A. [Firecracker is filming her new episode of TruthBomb and starts reading her opening monologue from a teleprompter] Firecracker: Welcome to Truthbomb. Our top story tonight's a personal one. It's the story of my hometown church, Holy Baptist of Daytona. It was the church I grew up in. Sang my hymns from the pews there every Sunday. But that church... That church… [The teleprompter stops scrolling] Firecracker: [beat] That church... has become a hotbed of Starlighter infestation. And my old pastor, Reverend Greg Dupree, has been infected by Starlight's seditious propaganda. Now... I never told a soul this, but when I was a little girl, the reverend regularly had me over for supper. Alone. [pause; chuckles] No. Nothing ever happened to me, but... [sighs] I heard stories about his "Fish Fry Fridays." And if that ain't code for child groomin', I don't know what is. How much longer are we gonna let these institutional pedo churches diddle our babies? Americans deserve better. They deserve... Homelander. They deserve the Democratic Church of America. [starts crying] Soldier Boy: Would you like some knee pads? The Deep: Sorry, what? Soldier Boy: You're looking at me like you wanna suck my hog. So I'm asking you if you would like some knee pads. Homelander: Go easy on the little guy. He brought me Stan Edgar. The Deep: Thank you, sir. Homelander: You may leave. [Soldier Boy stays behind with Homelander in the conference room as the rest of The Seven leave] Soldier Boy: What crawled up your shithole? Homelander: No idea what you mean. Soldier Boy: When you're pissy, you tend to make everybody else's lives pissy too. Stan Edgar still stonewalling you? Homelander: I've talked to him three times now. Says he has no idea where the V1 is. Heart rate steady as a rock. I'm starting to believe him. Soldier Boy: That slippery fuck used to fetch my cоcaіnе. [pause] You know what? I have an idea. Why don't I take a crack at him? [Homelander stares at him] What, you don't trust me? Homelander: Well, you did lock me in a room with nuclear material and tried to stop me getting the V1, so I'm sure you can understand my hesitance. Soldier Boy: You could've killed me at Fort Harmony, but you didn't. Maybe I feel like I owe you. Homelander: Or maybe you're lying. Soldier Boy: Maybe. [inhales deeply] Give me an hour. I'll meet you at Edgar's cell. Hughie: If you and M.M. still think– Butcher: Oh, for fuck's sakes, Hughie. Knock it off with this V1 shite! You're doin' me fuckin' head in! [sees his dog Terror eating out of the trash] Oi, Terror. Cut it out. Come on. [to Hughie] Now, listen. If we do find that stuff, we're not makin' any fuckin' vaccines out of it, alright? We're not the department of fuckin' health. We burn that shit before Homelander gets his paws on it, and that's that. Hughie: Well, if you wanna kill yourself, knock yourself out, but why do you have to decide for the rest of us? Butcher: Oh, 'cause I'm fuckin' right! 'Cause I've always been right! I've been tellin' you lot from the fuckin' start the sky is fallin', and guess what? The sky fuckin' fell. Hughie: Well, you kinda helped bring it down. Butcher: Oh, don't give me that bollocks. Listen, Homelander thinks he's a fuckin' god. Once he becomes immortal, he's gonna start killin' like one, and we are talkin' millions of people. Now, are you tellin' me you're honestly happy to risk all of that for a life on the run with your girl, knowin' that you could've stopped it? You can live with that, can ya? Hughie: What if it was Becca? You'd just let her die? Butcher: …I did let her die. Hughie: Look… I know that Homelander comes first. I really do. All I'm asking is that we try. Annie and Kimiko deserve that much. [Mister Marathon and Malchemical try to convince Soldier Boy to kill Homelander while he is unconscious] Mister Marathon: Hey, man, we don't have a problem with you. Honest, [stutters] but–but fuck this fucking guy. You know, he fuckеd my life. Look, if you help us get rid of him, then we all win, and you–you can have The Seven. And I don't even, like, really care if you bring me back or whatever. Soldier Boy: I don't need to kill him to get The Seven. Mister Marathon: No. Yeah, of course not, but what about all that creepy shit he's doing with that church? I mean, they're rounding up everybody cool. All the hοοkers, the drug dealers. Malchemical: They wanna ban pοrn. I mean, they wanna ban fucking abortions! Mister Marathon: Yeah. Soldier Boy: Okay, well, banning abortion would be a big problem for me personally. Mister Marathon: Exactly, for all of us. So, if we kill him, we can stop worrying about being cops or gods or asexual weirdos. You know, we can go back to fucking and–and being fucking awesome! Malchemical: Look, we know you've got that fucked-up chest blast thing. I mean, I was at Herogasm. I saw it. Mister Marathon: Just finish him now. Take away his powers, so we can curb stomp him while we have the chance.  Soldier Boy: [beat; looks down at Homelander] He is a fucking asexual weirdo. Mister Marathon: Yeah. Malchemical: Yeah. Soldier Boy: But as much as it pains me to say this, he's my fucking asexual weirdo. Nobody fucks my son but me. Mister Marathon: What? Soldier Boy: …That came out wrong. [Firecracker sees Homelander sitting on the couch in the Seven common room] Firecracker: Homelander… How was L.A.? Did you catch tonight's Truthbomb? Homelander: I did indeed. And it was a real barn-burner. Well done. Firecracker: [smiles] Thank you, sir. That means the world. Homelander: [pause] How's sеx with my father? [Firecracker's smile disappears] Is he good at it? Are you thinking about me when you're making love to him? Firecracker: I never meant to cross a line or offend you in... Homelander: Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Don't fret, little one. I don't care about the sеx, really. But I do care about your little chats after sеx. Firecracker: Sir, whatever Soldier Boy told you, I can assure you that I... Homelander: You mean your inner turmoil when it comes to me and, uh... Jesus? Are you thinking of Jesus when you're praising me? Firecracker: No, you are my one and only savior. Homelander: You say that, but your jagged little heart is whirring like a hummingbird. [sighs; gets up from the couch] You're supposed to worship me, love me and me alone. Firecracker: I do. Homelander: I believed in you. Turns out, you don't believe in me. [pause] I need you to collect your things and leave. Firecracker: But I do believe in you. I love you! I'm the only one here who ever has! I gave you everything! I gave you my soul! Everybody else here, they're just... They're just scared of you. Or they want something from you, but I have always loved you for you. Just the strongest, smartest, best man on Earth. Homelander: [scoffs] Man? Firecracker: No, no, no, no, no. [gets in front of Homelander] A god. No. No, the God. My Lord, that look you used to get when you'd suckle me? I felt like Mother Mary herself. I felt blessed to nourish someone as important as you. [pause; Homelander sighs] But nothing I ever did was good enough, was it? You cast me out into the cold, which was so much worse than never feeling your warmth in the first place. So all I have been tryin' to do is to get you to see me the way that you used to. Hell, only reason I was with Soldier Boy was that your reflected light is better than no light at all. Please, sir. I love you. We all need love, don't we? Even God. [Homelander reaches his hand out to touch Firecracker's cheek, then kills her by impaling her head on the left wing of an eagle statue] "Though the Heavens Fall" [5.06] [Hughie and Annie are laying down on the hood of his car looking at clouds together] Hughie: Okay, so that one? Annie: Mm-hmm. Hughie: It’s like a rabbit, but it’s got way too many feet. Annie: Really? I see a frog eating a dick. This is definitely in my top five. Hughie: Top five what? Annie: Things to do with you. Hughie: You’re saying that like… this is the last time we’re gonna get to do this. Hey, listen to me. The guys are gonna find Bombsight, they’ll get the V1. You’re not dying. We will have plenty of time to look for filthy shapes in the clouds. Annie: God, I don’t know where it comes from. This… unshakeable hope. Hughie: Whenever I’d get upset as a kid, which was a lot… my dad would always say, “You know, son, life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react.” And that was infuriating. But then, I spent a year in an internment camp, and I had no control over anything. I’d just lay there at night, just… so fucking angry, hearing my dad’s voice in my head… but then I finally understood what he meant. ‘Cause the only thing I had left was… hope. And it is really fucking hard to hang on to, but I… I’m trying. Annie: I think… you might be low-key the strongest person I know. Hughie: I’d prefer high-key… [Annie chuckles] but thank you. Annie: [beat; points at the sky] Look, it’s–it’s Big Bird eating a dick. Hughie: You see an unsettling amount of dicks up there, I’m just saying. [Homelander and Soldier Boy look around Bombsight's empty house to find the V1] Soldier Boy: You sure this is the right address? Homelander: I'm sure. Soldier Boy: Well, there's no sign of Bombsight... or fucking anyone. Maybe Crime Analytics got a bad tip. [Homelander sees a laptop on the table. When he opens it up, a video of him and Stormfront having sex starts playing. He notices Soldier Boy watching along with him and closes the laptop.] Soldier Boy: What the fuck was that? Homelander: I can explain. Soldier Boy: That was Clara. You told me she killed herself. Homelander: She did, after Ryan did that to her. It's his fault. Soldier Boy: So then what? You locked her in your apartment like some kind of amputee fuck doll... Homelander: No. Soldier Boy: ...and filmed her for kicks? Homelander: No, no, no! It wasn't like that! I did... I did everything I could to keep her alive, to–to make her happy. [Soldier Boy punches him] Just listen to me, okay?! It wasn't all like... that. I couldn't let her go. I didn't know how... because I loved her. And so did you. Soldier Boy: You're goddamn right I loved her. Homelander: She wouldn't want us fighting over her. Soldier Boy: Don't fucking tell me what she would want! You knew her for five minutes; I was with her for decades! Homelander: Hold–Hold on. This–This is a setup. Someone's trying to separate us. This has been plan... Fucking Sage. It's Sage. You see? She's trying to screw with us. [Soldier Boy turns around to leave] Oh, come on! I can't find the V1 without you! Soldier Boy: [pause; turns back around] Good. You don't deserve to live forever. [Butcher tries to call Bombsight using one of his old phone numbers, but gets a fax machine instead] Mother's Milk: That a fuckin’ fax machine? Butcher: Yeah, it’s the last of the numbers she had for him. [to Golden Geisha] Oi. Twenty-three fuckin' numbers you had for Bombsight, and they’re all fuckin' shite? Golden Geisha: Do you know how to delete them? I was telling you the truth. I have no idea where Bombsight is, or how to reach him. So just let me go. Butcher: Kimiko, keep an eye on her. [Frenchie joins Butcher and M.M. on their way back to their hideout] Mother's Milk: The fuck do we do now? Butcher: Fetch us some pliers and put the screws to her. She knows more than she’s lettin’ on. [They open the door to their hideout and walk inside] Frenchie: Or she doesn’t. I’m sorry, but she’s not that good of an actress. Sister Sage: He’s right. [sarcastically when M.M. and Frenchie aim their guns at her] Ooh, I know. The villain switching sides in the final hour. What a twist, a shock that never happens. But unclench those assholes, fellas. I’m here to help. I’m a free agent now. I came alone. You can shoot me in the heart whenever you like. Butcher: That’s a good idea. [takes out and cocks his gun] Sister Sage: That would go against our mutual interest. Butcher: Which is? Sister Sage: Stopping a petulant, laser-eyed narcissist from also becoming immortal. I want him dead as much as you do. Mother's Milk: You spent the last couple of years building Homelander up, and now you wanna tear him down? Why the fuck should we trust you? Sister Sage: You can’t trust me. Honestly, you shouldn’t, but you will. Frenchie: And why would we do that? Sister Sage: I know Campbell and Starlight are headed to plant your little virus. You can trace anyone, if you know what to look for. And you baboons, you leave a trail of banana peels wherever you go. I could have stopped you, I could have killed you... but I didn’t. Butcher: That virus is gonna wipe out the fuckin’ lot of ya. And you don’t strike me as the suicide type. Sister Sage: I will be in my nice, quiet bunker, reading Wittgenstein in peace. That is, unless that bleached blonde baby gets his hands on V1 and survives. You must have realized by now Granny out there has no clue how to contact Bombsight, but I do. And I can get him here. So... let me help. Kimiko: I wanted to say... I'm very sorry about this. I watched every episode of Undercover Geisha when I was a kid. I loved it, even the parts that were ridiculous racist stereotypes. It meant so much to see someone who looked like me on TV. [brief pause] We watched with Japanese subtitles. It's how I learned English. Golden Geisha: If you're such a big fan, let me go. Frenchie: Désolé, but we cannot. Not until we get the V1 that Bombsight possesses. Golden Geisha: Wait, that's what you're after? V1? [laughs] Kimiko: What–What's so funny? Golden Geisha: I'll tell Bombsight to just give it to you. I sure as hell don't want it. Kimiko: ...He stole the V1 for you, so you two could be together forever. [pause] But you didn't take it. Golden Geisha: [shakes her head] I said no... which is why he left. I guess, for him, watching me get old was too painful. Frenchie: I'm sorry, I do not understand. Why won't you take it? Golden Geisha: To live forever? It'd be torture. [scoffs] You're both so young. You wouldn't understand. Kimiko: Maybe I would. Golden Geisha: Summer is only beautiful when you know winter is coming. Frenchie: [beat; to Kimiko] Is this how you feel? Kimiko: [nods] Annie and I talked about it. We'd have to... [signing] We'd have to watch you and Hughie waste away. Neither of us wants to die, but... we don't wanna be vampires either. [The Legend leads Homelander inside the Boys' hideout, which is deserted] The Legend: Okay, um... Homelander: No one here. The Legend: I grant you, it–it looks like that, yeah. But this–this is their hideout, so I'm sure there's plenty of clues all over here. [picks up a receipt] Here you go. [Homelander sighs] Oh, no. Well, this is nothing. But, you know, they have to have left something behind, you know? Homelander: [looks at the receipt; chuckles] Hmmph. It's not nothing. The Legend: It's a Taco Bell receipt. Homelander: No, this is Sage! Taunting me! The Legend: Okay. Homelander: [laughs frustratingly; sits on bed] This makes no sense. This makes no sense. This makes no sense! [chuckles] You said I would get the V1. You said I'd be a god. Did I do something wrong? Did I fail you? I did everything you asked me to. I gave my boy up. Please, don't leave me here to just rot. Don't just let me become nothing like him. Please… The Legend: [beat] I gotta assume… The only reason you're saying all this stuff is, you're... You're not gonna let me walk out of here alive, are you? Yeah? Okay. Yeah. [pause] Alright, look, kid. I've been around a long time and I… This is just how it goes. You know all those old Supes at the home? Every one of them had their moments in the sun and they all thought it was gonna go on forever. And every one of them got shoved out in the end. They all got shoved out. All of them. And I know what I'm talking about; I did the shoving. I mean, look at Goldie. One minute, she's on the set of Undercover Geisha, getting finger-popped by Lorenzo Lamas. The next, she's shilling for VoughtAlert necklaces and Activia poop yogurt. Homelander: Geisha sells VoughtAlert necklaces? The Legend: Guess you don't watch your own news channel. The point is, look, there comes a day… I got shoved out, too. Never saw it coming. Did not see that coming, and I fought it like hell. But in the end... bupkis. There is a natural order to things. And the more you fight the inevitable, the more the inevitable just… cunt-punts you. [pats Homelander's shoulder] Yep. Homelander: [beat; gets up] You're not scared of me. The Legend: No, I'm not scared of you. I… I feel for you, kid. I do. I mean, you're a fucking whackjob. But, you know, there's talent. So… No surprise there. [pause] So, there you go. Do what you gotta do. Homelander: [sighs] ...You can go. The Legend: I–I can go? Homelander: [quickly] Leave. No words. Just go. Now. Go. [brief pause] Now. The Legend: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. [After The Legend leaves, Homelander makes a call to Crime Analytics on his cell phone] Operator: How can I help you, sir? Homelander: I need the tracking coordinates for a VoughtAlert necklace. Soldier Boy: Tough skin or not, I can still break your fuckin' neck! Bombsight: Ben, stop. Please. Soldier Boy: [pause; lets Bombsight go] Goddammit. Bombsight: [beat] I can't give it to you. Soldier Boy: Goldie doesn't even wanna take it. Bombsight: Then maybe someday, I'll find someone who will! Soldier Boy: You were always gonna fuck it up with Goldie anyway. You could never hold down a girl! It was either a smack needle up your dick or— Bombsight: Having to stand next to you? You were everyone's favorite from the start, especially Clara. Everything they wanted us to be–everything they were working towards–they saw it in you. I fucking hated you for it. Soldier Boy: No. No, I wasn't everything Clara wanted. I didn't know how to be. Bombsight: But you loved her. What wouldn't you give to have her back... forever? Soldier Boy: …I really fuckin' hate you. Bombsight: No shit. Soldier Boy: But we don't have to kill each other. I can take away your immortality... and your powers. You won't have to live forever alone. Then, you and Goldie can spend whatever time you have left like you want. Bombsight: Why would you do that for me? Soldier Boy: I'd do it for the V1. [Bombsight hands a case to Soldier Boy, who opens it to find a V1 syringe inside. The Boys hear an explosion from far away and run towards it. Cut to Bombsight looking at the wound near his shoulder.] Bombsight: This is the first time I've seen my blood in... I can't remember. [Homelander finds Soldier Boy with the V1 syringe he received from Bombsight. The Boys and Sister Sage watch them from the nearby woods.] Homelander: Don't. I don't wanna fight you. Soldier Boy: [looks down at the syringe] You know, Clara used to say the craziest shit. That I was the strongest Supe alive, the ultimate expression of what we could be... but she was wrong. [pause] She hadn't met you yet. [Soldier Boy offers the syringe to Homelander, who accepts it] Butcher: No. Sister Sage: I don't understand. He wasn't supposed to... It's impossible. Homelander: But you hate me. Soldier Boy: I love her more... and this is what she would want. [Homelander lasers his left arm and injects the V1 into his wound. His eyes immediately start flickering and he kneels on the ground in pain. The Boys watch in horror as Homelander screams and shoots powerful lasers into the sky.] Butcher: Run. "The Frenchman, the Female, and the Man Called Mother's Milk" [5.07] [A V1-empowered Homelander sits in President Calhoun's chair in the Oval Office. He hears a knock at the door.] Homelander: Come in! [in a cheerful tone as Ashley and Calhoun enter] Hello, you two. Isn't it a beautiful day? Calhoun: [nervously] You're welcome to use this office as long as you need. Homelander: I know. Let's get right to it! While Oh Father is hard at work on my divine unveiling, I have a few action items I need you to handle. Ashley: Of course. Anything, sir. Homelander: The Democratic Church of America is to be the official national religion, based around the one true god: Me. Calhoun: Great idea. Homelander: I want every boundary between church and state dissolved. I want troops sent into every sanctuary city that took in Starlighters. Issue an executive order banning abortion. Also, breastfeeding is now mandatory. Babies need their mothers, not fake milk. Actually, outlaw that, too. Ashley: Sir? Homelander: [intensely] Ban nut milk. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was making you think nuts were milk. [snickers after a short silence] Calhoun: Those are all, uh, fantastic ideas, sir. Um... I'll run them by Congress– Homelander: No, disband it. Calhoun: Sorry? Homelander: Disband Congress. It's better for freedom. Calhoun: Well, sir, I don't really have that authority. Homelander: [frowns] Ashley, do me a favor. Read Steven's mind. I wanna know if he's a true believer. Calhoun: But of... course I am, sir. Homelander: Terrific! Then you have nothing to worry about. [gets up and steps over to Ashley] Do it. [He rips off her wig, and she gasps and covers her face in shame as "Back Ashley" is revealed] Calhoun: [revolted] What the fuck is that? "Back Ashley": Don't look! Homelander: Don't make me ask again. "Back Ashley": [stammering in fear] Sir, I–I... Sir, I... Ashley: [sighs; steels herself and turns back to Homelander] He's terrified of you, sir. He thinks you're just a tiny bit psychotic. Homelander: Steven! [steps towards Calhoun, glaring intensely] Here I am. A living god. [rests his hands on Calhoun's shoulders] Right before your eyes... and still, your faith wavers? [beat; Calhoun is clearly too terrified to answer] It's okay. No, I'm not angry... [clasps his head gently] But I am disappointed. [He crushes Calhoun's head into a pulp, then wipes the blood off his hands on a sofa. An utterly terrified Ashley stares at Calhoun's body as Homelander sits back down.] [Hughie sees Kimiko suffering from radiation exposure inside a homemade uranium chamber while Butcher and Frenchie watch] Hughie: What the fuck is going on in here? Kimiko: I'm okay. Butcher: [to Frenchie] The second she's ready, we go the next dose, alright? Hughie: "Next dose?" Are you kidding?! Look at her! What are you doing? Butcher: Plan fuckin' B, my son. If at first you don't succeed, find another hole to fuck. See, Soldier Boy's flashy tіt blast got me thinkin', he–he weren't born with that power. The Ivans gave it to him through a consistent application of scientific methodology. Frenchie: They threw an atom bomb worth of radiation at him. Butcher: Right. So, usin' the research we nicked from 'em a few donkeys back, me and Frenchie are doin' the same thing to Kimiko. She gets Soldier Boy's power, she tіt-blasts Homelander, bees and fuckin' honey. Hughie: So when we kept asking what you two were up to, and you kept saying, "Mind your fuckin' business, cunt," it was this? Butcher: Yeah. Hughie: Butcher, this is... the most insane-ass shit I ever heard. In a few weeks, you're gonna somehow do what it took the Russians over a decade? Butcher: Yeah, 'cause unlike the Ivans, we got us a livin', breathin' supercomputer bunked down in student services. Hughie: Sage? All she does is self-medicate and binge Love Island. This could fucking kill Kimiko. Frenchie… Frenchie: No. It's not my wish. Hughie: Fuck Butcher. Who cares what he wants? [Kimiko coughs and stumbles out of the uranium chamber]  Kimiko: Not Butcher. [panting heavily] Me. It's my call. Annie: Oh Father's up to something big at Vought Studios, but we don't know what. Could be a trap. Frenchie: Could be. Butcher: [to Frenchie] You stay here with Kimiko and Sage. We'll bust into the studio, nab the holy twat, stomp on his bollocks till he gives us Homelander's next move. And then I'll do the cunt and we'll call it an honest day's work, yeah? Hughie: No. Quit acting like we're going on a milk run. It's over. [voice breaking] We lost. Butcher: [beat] Posh Spice was easily the most shit member of the squad. Could barely sing or dance. No discernible talent whatsoever. Wasn't even featured on "Wannabe", but did that stop her? No. You look at her now... still married with Becks. Fifteen engagement rings, 32 Vogue covers, inducted by Prince William into the Order of the bloody British Empire. Even I doubted her move into women's apparel, but her line is a staple at Paris fuckin' Fashion Week. You see, despite her obvious disadvantages–includin' a tragic inability to smile–she never gave up, and we ain't givin' up either. Mother's Milk: [shakes his head] Your fuckin' pep talks. Frenchie: Terrible. Annie: The worst. Butcher: Ah, bollocks. That was a fuckin' knockout. [Alone and depressed, The Deep tosses an aluminum can into the sea. A hammerhead shark appears and speaks to him] Xander: Yo! You gonna get that, bro? The Deep: Xander! [chuckles] Hey, what you doing here? So good to see you, man. Xander: We wouldn't want a little guppy to get caught in that can, my man. Come on in, grab it. [swims in circles] The Deep: I've had such a fucked day, man. You wouldn't believe it, bro. Xander: Yeah. Get in the water, man. The Deep: No. You're not... You're not listening to me– Xander: [angrily] Ah, shut the fuck up! We know you were responsible for the pipeline genocide. Remember March 15th, motherfucker! The Deep: No... No, wait, that–That wasn't me, man! Xander: If you step one foot, one fucking stupid-ass simian toe in the water ANYWHERE—an ocean, a stream, a fucking puddle—on God, son, you're dead! We're gonna KILL YOU! You understand, you dumb motherfucker?! Water is fucking off limits to you! YOU ARE DEAD TO US! [swimming away] Bitch-ass! [Soldier Boy sees Homelander standing over a scale model of a Homelander-themed amusement park] Soldier Boy: The fuck is all this? Homelander: Hey. HomeLand. Next phase of the reboot. Showing the faithful my boundless love for them. [points at a monument of himself] That there? The Homelander Mount. We're saying that this is where the angel visited me, and I ascended to godhood. Soldier Boy: …Right. Homelander: You're gonna love this. [waves his hand over a rollercoaster] This area here? We're calling it: "Soldier Boy: Father of God!" All the fastest rides are gonna be there, and every night, there's gonna be a ticker-tape parade honoring you. Soldier Boy: [pause] I'm gonna head down to Bogotá. Figure I'll snort and fuck my way through the banana republics. Homelander: Uh... When are you coming back? Soldier Boy: Probably not for… ever. Homelander: What? Look, if you don't like the park, I mean, forget it. I don't–I don't care about any of it. You want hοοker and blow? I'll get you all the drugs and all the wrinkly old whοres in America. Soldier Boy: No, you're not hearing me. Homelander: No, you're not hearing me. I am where I am because you chose me. To help me. So, I want you to have whatever you want. Soldier Boy: What I want is to get away. Homelander: From what? [scoffs] Or from who? Soldier Boy: This just ain't my bag, kid. Homelander: I welded your shield back together, you never use it. I hired you a three-star Michelin chef, all you ever order is meatloaf and chili. I even had L.J. mock up a new super suit for you. [Homelander pulls out a poster of Soldier Boy wearing an American flag-patterned suit] Soldier Boy: Oh, God. See, that's what I'm talking about. Homelander: Oh, God? What?! Soldier Boy: I don't want that. And another thing: I gave you the V1 because of Clara. Because that's what she would've wanted. This was never gonna be a "playing catch on the front lawn", "fixing up the old Impala" bullshit. You're too weird. Homelander: Stop fucking saying that. Soldier Boy: And you're no god. No angel came to you. You had a wet dream about some chick with big, juicy tіts. If that makes you a god, then I'm a fucking god every night. Homelander: I AM GOD! Soldier Boy: [pause] Would it help if I said, "It's not you, it's me"? Homelander: [laughs softly] If you wanna go, go. Soldier Boy: [sighs; pats Homelander on the back] Good luck, son. [Homelander suddenly grabs Soldier Boy from behind and puts him in a chokehold until he passes out] Homelander: I love you. Mother's Milk: Help me out here. In the movie, was Homelander God, the second coming, or Jesus' brother? 'Cause the world-building in there was fuckеd. Annie: Does it even matter? I mean, they will believe whatever he tells them. What is the fucking point of saving people if they don't wanna be saved? This is what they want. Mother's Milk: [beat] Alright. So, back when my Gramps got killed by Soldier Boy, shit got rough. Neighborhood kids laughed, called me soft, shit like that. And then one day, I find this pigeon on the sidewalk, wing busted. He was in bad shape. So, I run inside, grab a shoebox and a first aid kit, and come to start nursin' it. I figure, if I can save just this one life, maybe it might somehow make up for... Anyway, those same fuckin' kids, they found out. And so now, it don't take a genius to go from Marvin Milk to Mother's Milk. "Yo, Mother's Milk, you letting that sky rat suck on your tіttіеs or that dіck?" They were relentless. Right up until the day when that little bird flew outta my house and right over their heads, good as new. And you know what, Annie? Here's the crazy thing: I loved my new name. 'Cause I loved helping people. I loved being kind, making my family proud. That name was a badge of honor for me. Now, last year, locked up in that detention center, something changed. My heart, it just got scarred over. Like the world had just broken it one too many times. And yeah, it got easier, just being cynical. Checking out. But I also hated myself a lot more. I went from being a mοthеrfuckеr with a heart to just being a mοthеrfuckеr. But you know what? Giving a shit in a world where nobody gives a shit? It ain't soft. It's hard as hell… and that's the real me. [pause] And that's the real you, too. [Butcher and Hughie are captured by a psychic shapeshifter named Synapse] Synapse: How are you two feeling? Butcher: Why don't you just fuck off outta my head and I'll tell ya. Synapse: I already know. You wanna rip me in two, which makes me a tiny bit erect, not gonna lie. But believe me… I'd rather not be in that rat's nest of yours. So much pain, regret and abject failure. Like with this fucking guy. [Synapse's body twitches as he transforms into Joe Kessler] Synapse/Kessler: [chuckles; sighs] I got a little bit of an erection myself. You miss me? Hughie: Who's this? Butcher: He ain't real. He's just fuckin' with us. Synapse/Kessler: Come on, man. [to Hughie] Joseph Alan Kessler. I served with Bill. Actually, you know what? More than that. Billy and I… [makes a hand heart gesture] we were besties. See, the problem you're having is that curdled cottage cheese you got inside your skull that remembers me as being some sort of a sociopath head case. That hurts my feelings, Billy. It’s not true. That wasn’t me. No, that was always you. You know, sometimes, Billy’d get real friggin’ blitzed. All quiet and sullen. And then he’d admit that he had this darkness inside of him. A shark that couldn’t stop. [pause] You see, Billy had no conscience. So, I was there to be that for him. Pull him back when he went too far. [to Butcher] Does that ring any bells? Butcher: Just ignore him, Hughie. It’s just psyops bollocks. That’s all. Just bollocks. Synapse/Kessler: Do you remember when the night finally came to cash that check? Panjshir Valley. We were there to take out this mid-level ISIS clown. Billy got us into the compound. The problem is that we got this call that this asshat had a hundred men that were minutes behind us. Now, any sane command leader, they’d pull their men out. Make sure they were safe. But not Billy, no. See, Billy got that little glint in his eye. Wouldn’t give the order, so I got in his face. I screamed at him, "The target’s not worth it. The target wasn’t worth it!" [beat] Nothing, so I popped him one. Smacked him right there on the forehead, got him this sweet little scar you see. But Billy? Well, Billy didn’t budge. No. And sure as shit… we were surrounded. Good news is that old Butcher, he got his target. The issue was that Billy was the only member of the unit to walk out of there alive. So, he will ask you to pull him back. But the truth of the matter is, is you are fucked when you get in his way. Lot of dead canaries in old Billy Butcher’s coal mine. Anyway… Good luck with that, Hughie. Butcher: Why don’t you just piss off, you fuckin' nonce? We ain’t tellin' you shite. Synapse/Kessler: You don’t have to tell me “shite.” I know everything. I’ve been inside your cassava the whole fucking time. I’ve just been distracting you. Let’s see, Sage is in an abandoned school in Erie, Pennsylvania, and Kimiko? Seriously? You’re gonna saddle her with Soldier Boy’s power blast? Are you fucking insane? [laughs] Homelander is gonna love this shit. Alright, boys. I’ll see you soon. [Frenchie taps on a wall to divert Homelander away from Kimiko and Sister Sage. Homelander immediately comes to Frenchie and sees him inside the homemade uranium chamber.] Homelander: The Frenchman. [opens the door] Where are the others? Where's Sage? [Frenchie says nothing and smirks while giving Homelander the middle finger] Homelander: Oh, ha-ha-ha. [pause; walks into the chamber] You don't really think you're gonna recreate Soldier Boy's little party trick, do you? Frenchie: We already did... and they're coming for you as we speak. So gargle my hairy nutsack, you Nazi putain. And gargle on this. [Frenchie flips a lever up to expose Homelander and himself to radiation. They both groan in pain as their faces start blistering.] Frenchie: Look at you. I bet you never danced a day in your life. "Blood and Bone" [5.08] Homelander: It's alright. I'm not here to hurt you. Ryan: You mean like last time? Homelander: Look at you. No harm done. Ryan: How'd you find me? Homelander: Crime Analytics caught wind of a young man flying outside Kolvereid. Tends to draw attention. Ryan: I don't want your help. Homelander: I know. You've made that very clear. But you're also the son of God, and you should not be sleeping in a barn. You can have a whole floor of the Tower. Do what you want with it, come and go as you please. Ryan: I don't wanna be anywhere near you. Homelander: Everything is different now. I've ascended. I'm immortal. Ryan: Then, why do you give a shit about what happens to me? Homelander: Because we're family. [Ryan scoffs] We have the same blood pumping through our veins. Ryan: Yeah, well, you've got your shitty racist dad. So you don't need me. Homelander: No, Soldier Boy doesn't matter. You and I, that's all that matters. I know you, because I am you. And you're me. Ryan: Dad… Get fuckеd. I am nothing like you. You were already the most powerful person on Earth. And you were a lonely, miserable piece of fucking shit, throwing tantrums when you didn't get what you want. Why the fuck would more power make you any better? It's just gonna make you an even more lonely, miserable piece of shit. Scaring people into calling you God doesn't make you God. And deep down, you know that. Homelander: [beat; tearfully sighs] It's okay. You don't know what's going on. It's okay… but you will. Homelander: Who the fuck is that? Oh Father: Günter Van Ellis. World's richest man. Seventeen children. Amateur astronaut. Homelander: So? Oh Father: Well, he represents a consortium of billionaires, and they have a few requests. Homelander: I don't have time for this. Oh Father: Well, they are the ruling class of America. To build your church, we'll need their support. Homelander: Is he a believer? Are any of them? Or are they just scared of me? Oh Father: Even Thomas doubted. With enough time, the gentlest water can wear down any stone. Patience. Homelander: Wherever you're going, get there faster. Oh Father: I believe we should consider postponing. Homelander: Out of the question. Oh Father: You saw Butcher's lab. If he managed to figure out Soldier Boy's blast, or if there were even the slightest chance that he might render you powerless… Homelander: You think I'm afraid of William Butcher? Oh Father: No. No, of course not. [laughing] Of course not. And we've taken the necessary precautions. We moved the venue here. We just don't want any distractions on your blessed day. And it will give me more time to do what I do best: Convert more souls to your righteous banner. [The Deep notices Homelander as he walks by] The Deep: Your Eminence? [Homelander sighs] Oh Father: Not now, Deep. The Deep: Not your call, Prophet Brohammad. [to Homelander] Look, you don't need The Seven anymore? Genius move, as always, but I've been thinking. What you do need is a Crusader. Yeah, like one of those yoked knights from the olden days. Crack some skulls, lay down your holy law. [Homelander just lets out an exasperated sigh and leaves. He sees Günther and takes him outside.] Oh Father: Where did you learn about the Crusades? The Deep: The Bible. Ever heard of it? Oh Father: It's not in the Bible. Uh, let me guess. Indiana Jones? The Deep: What? No, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.[Homelander grabs Günther and flies up with him]Oh Father: That's not a documentary. The Deep: No shit, Sherlock.[They see Homelander return without Günther. Oh Father looks shocked and confused as Homelander walks back inside.]Oh Father: What did you...? Homelander: He's an astronaut. I took him to space. Now, listen to me. I don't need anyone anymore. I don't need billionaires– The Deep: I couldn't agree more, sir. Homelander: [turns to look at The Deep] And I don't need perverted fish fuckers who debase themselves endlessly for mere drops of my affection. The Deep: Is that what you think of me? Homelander: Since the day we met. I have never had less respect for anyone in my life. In fact, Kevin, the only reason that I haven't fucking killed you is that I want you to feel deep in your heart how truly worthless you really are. [smiles and sighs happily; to Oh Father] Are the psychics in place? Oh Father: Nationwide. Homelander: Good. The second the live broadcast is over, I want the wheat separated from the chaff. Those who don't accept my truth will be the first to burn in my holy fire. Smile, Father. One way or another, it's gonna be a beautiful day. The Deep: Starlight... It was all a test. Yes! The universe is rewarding me for my loyalty, just like Sean Connery rewarded Costner at the end of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves! Hughie: Sweet Jesus, you're a moron. The Deep: [glances at him in annoyance, then points at Starlight] I'm gonna kill you. And then Homelander will finally see. Annie: [to M.M. and Hughie] I got him. Keep going.[She lunges at the Deep, carrying them both through a window and across Washington before they crash land on a seashore. They both pick themselves up, and the Deep keeps trying to attack her.]Annie: Why are you doing this, huh? Risking your life for a man who wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire? The Deep: I'm his right-hand bro! He'll piss on me whenever I want! Annie: Listen... I know you're scared– The Deep: I'm not scared of shit! Annie: Deep, Kevin... I can see in your eyes. Homelander terrifies you, but he sure as fuck doesn't respect you. Don't you wanna be free of it? Of him? The Deep: That fucking mouth of yours...! Annie: This isn't about me. The Deep: OF COURSE IT IS! I used to have it all! Real power, respect, a Top 50 STARmeter on IMDb Pro! But all the bad shit started when you showed up! I LOST EVERYTHING! Annie: You made those fucked-up choices. You ruined your own life. You're not a fucking baby. For once, take some responsibility for yourself! The Deep: [exploding with rage] NOOOO![They fight, and though the Deep manages to knock her to the ground once, Annie delivers several heavy blows, including one to his groin, before blasting him and sending him flying backwards into the sea. He is immediately surrounded by a mob of angry sharks.]Sharks: Justice for Ambrosius! The Deep: [terrified] Oh, my God! Oh, shit! I'm so sorry! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Stay away from me! [He pitifully tries to swim back to shore, but a giant octopus grabs him by the leg.]Octopus: Say her name! The Deep: Fuck! I'm sorry! Oh, shit![The octopus uses its tentacle to fatally impale him through his backside, the tip erupting from his mouth. He is then dragged underwater, and the sharks devour him in a cloud of blood as Annie watches in shock.]Annie: ...Huh.[Homelander gives his Easter address from the Oval Office and begins reading from a teleprompter]Homelander: My fellow Americans... Happy Easter. A day commemorating Jesus, who, as we all know, was tortured, stripped of his dignity and killed. And that's all well and good... but you're Americans. You deserve a God who doesn't die. A God who fights back. A God you can believe in. Well, today, I bring you good news. Recently, I was visited by an exquisite angel bearing the gift of revelation. As I bathed in her light, her heavenly lips spilled sweet truth into my ear, and I was awakened to my true purpose. Not just to be the world's greatest hero but to save all humanity. To be... the second coming. But in a way, really, I'm the first coming. America... I am the Lord. Your savior. I am your God. And as such, I'm going to usher this world into a new, golden dawn. An age in which your God moves among you, seen and heard. Your prayers are truly answered when you visit "homelander.church." And all I ask for in return… I simply ask that you open your hearts and put your faith in me. Those who accept my truth will be welcomed into a land of milk and honey. For I am your Fa…[Homelander stares blankly at the teleprompter when he sees the word "Father"]Homelander: I am… [beat] But no matter what I do, some of you people will never accept me into your hearts. Never love me. Never believe in me. And to such heretics, I offer oblivion. And those who seek to destroy me, you will die the most horrible of deaths, as befits your wickedness. My reign will last forever, and when this world is cold and dead, I shall remain. Eternal. God of the ashes.[Butcher and Kimiko suddenly break into the Oval Office]Butcher: Evening, cunts. Daddy's home.  Homelander: William… I was starting to think you weren't gonna hold up your end of our deal. Butcher: Scorched earth? Homelander: [pause; grins] A shame about the French one. How's your little science experiment going without him? Butcher: Let's find out.[Homelander is now at Butcher's mercy after losing his powers]Butcher: Shock and awe, my son. Blood and fuckin' bone.[Homelander silently panics before charging toward Butcher, who grabs Homelander's fist with his left hand and punches him three times with the other. Butcher grabs Homelander again and prepares to land another punch.]Butcher: This… is for Frenchie.[Butcher beats Homelander's face to a bloody pulp, knocking him down to the floor and leaving him blubbering in fear]Homelander: Stop! You owe me. All the times I could've killed you and I didn't, I let you live. I'll–I'll give you Vought. [Butcher picks up his crowbar] I'll give you Vought, alright? You can do whatever you want with it, okay? I'll–I'll… [stammers] Becca. You want your wife back? I'll have a shape-shifter be her. [whimpers when Butcher says nothing] Just tell me! I'll fucking suck your dіck! Please! I'll do anything! You want me to eat shit?! I'll eat your fucking shit! I'll eat your fucking shit on live TV! [pause; Butcher knocks him down against the desk] Madelyn, you promised me. It's not real. [to Butcher] You can't fucking do this. You can't fucking do this! I am the Homelander!Butcher: No. No, you ain't nothing. And this... This is for my Becca. Homelander: No, no...[Butcher stabs Homelander in the head with the crowbar, killing him instantly. He lifts the crowbar upwards, breaking Homelander's skull open and spilling brain matter all over the desk.][Hughie confronts Butcher at Vought Tower to stop him from releasing the Supe virus. Butcher is looking out the window when Hughie enters the main conference room.]Butcher: Traffic? Hughie: Yeah. Accident on the bridge. Should've taken the tunnel. Butcher: [turns around] I thought you might try to stop me. But you shouldn't have come alone. You should've brought a fuckin' army. Hughie: No. If you were gonna release the virus, you would've done it already. Butcher: Unless… I'm waitin' for all the Supe cunts to clock in for the day shift. Not much point shootin' spunk into an empty fuckin' building, now is there? Hughie: Okay, well, now I kinda wish I brought an army. Where's the virus, Butcher? Butcher: I dumped it in the sprinkler tank. Frenchie's idea, God rest the mad bastard. [picks up remote controller] All I gotta do is pull this trigger, and it rains kill juice on all 99 floors. Shit will be worldwide within a couple of days. Hughie: Why? I mean, we already won. Butcher: Won? No, we just gave 'em a black eye. As long as there's Vought, there'll be Supes. And sooner or later, some cunt that's already out there becomes the next Homelander, and you fuckin' know it. No. We need to end the whole bloody notion of Supes, and we need to make it permanent. I mean, you can see it, right? This is it. This is the moment. Hughie: You dragged me through fucking hell… for this. For now. To be your… canary. Or your Kessler. Or Lenny. But here's the thing: You don't need me for that. You never did. It's already in you. I can see it. You might have a broken fucking heart, but you have one. You are not a monster, Butcher. It just hurts to be human. Butcher: I'm sorry, mate. Superheroes… are done. Hughie: [pulls out gun] I can't let you do it. Butcher: Petit Hughie and his gun. Takes some big bollocks to pull the trigger on a mate. Hughie: [aims the gun at Butcher] I will if I have to. Butcher: [chuckles] Nah. You ain't got the…[Butcher takes the gun from Hughie, punches him and throws him across the room]Butcher: Stay down.[Butcher sees Hughie staring at the remote and rushes to take it before Hughie does. Hughie quickly gets up and trades more blows with Butcher, spitting blood onto the floor after getting punched hard in the gut. Eventually, Butcher gains the upper hand and picks up the remote while Hughie lies helpless on the floor. Before he can pull the remote trigger, he has a vision of Lenny while looking at Hughie. He gets shot in the abdomen by Hughie as he moves his finger away from the trigger. Realizing what he did, Hughie rushes to Butcher's side.]Hughie: I'm sorry. Um… I didn't wanna–I didn't wanna do that. Um… I'm–I'm gonna call an ambulance, okay? Butcher: I wouldn't bother. It's alright, Hughie. I gave you no choice. I… I wasn't gonna stop. All the blood… and shite I put you through… and none of it made a blind bit of difference. You–You stayed yourself… no matter what I done. [coughs]Hughie: Hey. Butcher: …I don't know what to do. Hughie: You don't need to do anything. Butcher: [beat; Hughie holds his hand] You really are… the spittin' of Lenny.[Butcher slowly loses his grip on Hughie as he dies] [Some months after Butcher's death, Hughie gets a call from the newly-reinstated President Singer]Hughie: Hello? Singer: Hugh Campbell? It’s Bob Singer. Hughie: Mr. President. Uh, hi. Singer: Campbell, the nation owes you and your team a huge debt. But I’m gonna skip all the dick-tickling, alright? Hughie: Uh, I certainly wouldn’t want the President to tickle my dick, sir. Singer: Vought is a clusterfuck right now. All those V’d-up nutjobs they cooked up are running loose, doing God knows what. So we’re putting the Bureau of Supe Affairs back on its feet. We need someone to run it. [pause] So, what do you say, son? You’d be reporting directly to me. Hughie: That’s… Wow, that’s, uh… That’s an honor, sir. It’s just, um… No, thank you? Singer: “No, thank you”? Hughie: I–I really appreciate the offer. It’s just, I actually have my own… start-up venture I’m working on. Singer: Fucking private sector. Offer stands if you change your mind.[Hughie hangs up, enters the new hardware store he owns with Annie and sets some groceries on the counter in front of her]Hughie: I got you ginger beer, ginger candies… Annie: Mm-hmm. Hughie: And… Annie: Oh. Hughie: Saltines. Annie: Saltines.[Annie is revealed to be pregnant with her and Hughie's child as she grabs the saltines]Annie: Give me the saltines. Hughie: So, what'd I miss? Annie: Mmm... I puked. Um, and then I had to pee, but I got there a little bit too late. And then, I puked again. And then, my mom called. Hughie: And I assume that was the worst part? Annie: Mm-hmm. She spent 30 minutes straight just bitching about us not getting married. Hughie: Look, we can go down to the courthouse right now if that's what you really want. Annie: No. No, I can't because these are the only shoes that fit me.[She walks out from behind the counter, showing that she's wearing Crocs]Hughie: Hey, I would 100% marry you in those. Hughie: [last lines; to his and Annie's unborn daughter] Take care of your mom, Robin.[Hughie and Annie kiss one last time before Annie flies away to her next mission. Hughie looks up at her from the ground, finally at peace.]'' External links The Boys season 5 Category:The Boys (TV series) seasons