The Boys (TV series)/Season 2

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. "The Big Ride" [2.01] Homelander: [giving a speech at Translucent's funeral] Today, I can report to the American people that Black Noir has conducted an operation killing the super-terrorist known as Naqib. [pause] But that doesn't mean sacrifices won't still be made. The proof of that sadly lies before us. For today, we mourn a fallen member of The Seven: Translucent. Murdered in cold blood by the cartel super-terrorist, El Diablo. Before he left, Translucent said to me... [scoffs] almost as if he knew something was gonna happen, he said, "Hey, Homelander. Tell my son, Maverick, that I love him." He also said, "You find those super-terrorists." Well, "supervillains" is really the only term, but he said, "You find them, Homelander. And you stop them." So I say to you, Maverick, and to all the sons and daughters of this great nation, I will stop them. I will save you. I'll do it for you. For America. [places his hand on Translucent's glass coffin] For a dear... dear old friend. Goodbye, brother. Thank you. [Annie and Hughie meet each other incognito on the New York subway] Hughie: The burner phone, did you snap the SIM card? Annie/Starlight: Jesus. When was the last time you slept? Hughie: Head down, head down. Sorry. I just... I'm wanted, and you're kinda super famous, so... Did you snap the card? Annie/Starlight: Okay, yes. Yes, I snapped the card, okay? And no one followed me down here. They can't trace my chip down here. We're okay. Hughie: [beat] You look good. Annie/Starlight: Yeah, you... you look good, too. You look very, you know... Yeah, I'm lying. I'm sorry. You look like shit. Hughie: I know, I know. Annie/Starlight: Where are you guys living? Hughie: Club Med in Ibiza. [Annie laughs and smiles at him] It's been awesome. Foam parties will change your life. Annie/Starlight: [chuckles] Idiot. Hughie: [pause] Oh. Um... Here it is. [Hughie hands Annie an employee record for a Supe named Gecko] Annie/Starlight: Oh, shit. I know him. Hughie: You do? Annie/Starlight: Yeah. I mean, not for a while, but yes. From my Capes for Christ days. Hughie: Are you sure you can do this? Annie/Starlight: I have a choice? Hughie: Hey, I... I saw a really great picture of you at the Teen Choice Awards with, um... What's his name, Ansel Adams? Annie/Starlight: Alden Ehrenreich. Are you stalking me on Instagram? Hughie: No. No, of course not. Get over yourself. So did the PR people put you together or what's...? Annie/Starlight: No, he's a nice guy. Hughie: He's an actor. Annie/Starlight: He's an actor who didn't lie to my face every day. Hughie: Okay, yeah, I got it. Ouch. Annie/Starlight: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I... Hughie, I just… [Hughie gets up as the train approaches his stop] Annie/Starlight: Hey… Get some sleep. Hughie: I'll sleep when I know you're safe. Mother's Milk: We gotta get outta here. Now. Frenchie: [shakes his head] Good passports do not come cheap, huh? I sell the RPGs, smuggle in Kalashnikovs, we have enough money. That's it. [to Hughie] Where will you go, Petit Hughie? Mother's Milk: You could just stay here… with Frenchie's gangbanger friends. [sarcastically] The cots, they got 31 flavors of semen on them. You'll love 'em. Frenchie: Oh, and you have a better idea? No? Maybe we can stay–all of us–in your mother's asshole! Hughie: Or… maybe we could not run. Frenchie: You are like a record that is broken. Hughie: Well, we shouldn't just give up. Guys, we get some Compound V, we–we bring it to the New York Times, we burn Vought to the ground. Mother's Milk: You got some V, Hughie? 'Cause I don't. Hughie: We could… get some. Someone could help us get it. Mother's Milk: And who might that be? Frenchie: You did not hear the television? We are famous now. Butcher even more so! Hughie: Fuck Butcher! We don't need him! Frenchie: A-Team had Hannibal. Dirty Dozen, Lee Marvin. Beatles, Brian Epstein. Hughie: We don't need Butcher! Frenchie: Okay, who's gonna be our captain? You? Hughie: I mean, guys, just–just hear me out. Mother's Milk: Shut the fuck UP! [gets up; whispering to Hughie] This is over. Blindspot: Homelander. Wow, you're… It's–It's an honor, sir. Homelander: Wait, hold on. You can tell it's me? Ashley: Mm-hmm! Homelander: [laughs] Wow! That's–That's impressive! Blindspot: You don't need super eyes when you have super ears. Homelander: Can I just say, that is amazing. And you, my friend, are a true hero. Not because of what you do for a job, but… [sighs] well, because of what you've overcome. Blindspot: Thank you. That means everything coming from you. Homelander: Aw, stop it. Come on. Hey, guys, I just have one question if that's okay. Ashley: Yeah. Homelander: Yeah? Ashley: Yeah. Homelander: Alright, so… What happens if, I don't know, I do this? [Homelander claps his hands over Blindspot's ears, piercing his inner ear canal. He drops to the floor, screaming and bleeding from his ears.] Homelander: And now you're just another useless fuckin' blind guy. [shakes his head] This must be some kind of a joke. [turns to Ashley] Ashley, what made you think I would ever allow a cripple into The Seven?! [sees Ashley staring at Blindspot in utter horror] For fuck's sakes, Ashley! Don't look at him! Look at me! ASHLEY! LOOK AT ME! Ashley: Sorry. Homelander: Let's get one thing straight. The only reason you're here and not doing corporate PR for fucking DivaCups is that I brought you here. You are dispensable, which means you answer to me. Ashley: Okay, okay. Homelander: From now on, I will set my own agenda. I'll approve my own marketing and write my own talking points. You will tell me everything that goes on on the 99th floor. And I mean everything. Every call, email, group chat. If a fucking light bulb goes out, you will tell me. And Ashley… in no fucking way do you decide who goes in The Seven. I decide. [The Boys are back in their basement hideout after learning about Frenchie's associates' plan to smuggle Supe terrorists into the country] Hughie: Okay, so? Frenchie: They were wired the money from a blind account to smuggle the bastard in. Cold trail. Hughie: Amazing fucking friends of yours. Frenchie: I never said they were my friends, huh? I only said we will be… safe here. Hughie: Okay, okay. Alright, what do we do? Mother's Milk: Oh, you just call 911. Hughie: What, an anonymous tip? Yeah, I'm sure that'll go straight to the mayor. You saw that video. What if he does that to an airplane? Or the fucking Brooklyn Bridge? Mother's Milk: So, what's your big plan, Hughie? Hughie: Okay, the CIA lady, right? Rayner? Mother's Milk: Right. The same CIA that wants to clamp our nuts into some jumper cables. Frenchie: We could call Butcher. Hughie: For the last time, we don't need Butcher. Frenchie: Then what? Hughie: We should... call Annie. Mother's Milk: [chuckles sarcastically] "Call Annie." [beat; turns to Hughie] Annie? Hughie: Yeah? Mother's Milk: You mean Starlight? 'Cause that's who she is. Vought has her phone so bugged, they're praying that you do that. [pause; Hughie looks scared] Oh, no. You fucking called her? Hughie: No. No, I'm not–I'm not stupid, okay? I texted her… Mother's Milk: Oh, fuck. Hughie: …and then we met up, but we're getting some Compound V. Mother's Milk: [shoves Hughie against the wall] Fuck you! Are you fuckin' crazy?! Frenchie: M.M., easy! Mother's Milk: [to Hughie] You fucking crazy?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! Hughie: We were careful! We used burner phones! Mother's Milk: Kid, you don't get it. They could've been following you! They could be watching us right fucking now! [pause] If you're the fucking reason why I can't finish that Vermont country dollhouse, I will fucking end you. Hughie: You've been walking around for days like you wanna kick my ass, so do it already. [M.M. stares menacingly at Hughie. Frenchie lays a hand on M.M., who pulls his fist back from Hughie] Mother's Milk: [sighs] Goddammit! [pause; Frenchie motions for Hughie to back off] Shit! I don't wanna kick your ass, Hughie. I just don't wanna get dragged back into this shit, alright? I wanna get home to my wife and my kid. That's it. If I still can. Hughie: This guy could kill a lot of people. Mother's Milk: Hughie, let somebody else handle it. Hughie: There's no one else! No one's coming to save us! Mother's Milk: You don't get it. You are not a soldier. You're not a spy. You're just a kid that sells stereo equipment. Hughie: No, I don't! I don't have a job. Or Robin… or my dad, or Annie. One way or another, they all... Now, all I have is this. This. Which is really fucking depressing, but it's true. So maybe I can't be Lee Marvin… but I can be Harry Potter. Or, you know, John Connor or–or whats-her-name from The Hunger Games. Frenchie: Katniss. Hughie: Yeah. The point is, I could be that person that nobody thinks is awesome, but it turns out they're kinda fucking awesome! Gecko: Yeah, at the, uh, Capes for Christ Bible Camp, yes, totally. Mm-hmm, that Passion play we put on? Annie/Starlight: You were the best Jesus. Gecko: I mean, no one's gonna take a nail through the hand like I can. Annie/Starlight: And Big Game was Pontius Pilate. Oh my God, those freckles. You know he wanted to make out with me? Gecko: Pontius Pilate and Mary hooking up? Annie/Starlight: Mm-hmm. Gecko: Ooh, "sacri-licious." Annie/Starlight: Yeah, we never did. Gecko: Why not? He was so cute. Annie/Starlight: Yeah, it just, it was what Ezekiel always said. And my mom, too. That God is watching over you, every second. You know, I thought that He was watching us, and I thought that He'd be upset. Gecko: Yeah, it's a, it's a messed up thing to tell a kid. Annie/Starlight: Yeah. But looking back? I should've made out with Big Game. I should've done a lot more stuff. Because... there is nothing up there. There's nobody in the sky watching over us. Not God, not Homelander. Not anybody. It's all just... lies. [The newest member of The Seven, Stormfront, livestreams to her fans on Instagram while Homelander and Queen Maeve are filming a military promo.] Stormfront: Here I go, guys! Wish me luck! Oh, FYI, not a real base. [pans phone camera around the film set] As if Homelander and Maeve are gonna eat MREs and piss in a ditch with the rest of the grunts. Ashley: Uh, hey. Yeah, hi. We're filming right now. Excuse me. Stormfront: Also, you might recognize "Army Boy" as Hotel Clerk #2… Ashley: Hello, excu–! Okay… Stormfront: …from "The Devil's Breath" episode of Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders. Homelander: Well, hello. Stormfront: Oh, my God, hi! My nana's your biggest fan. I'm Stormfront. Homelander: Great. Queen Maeve: Oh, right, yeah. From Seattle, right? Stormfront: Uh... [giggles] Portland, actually, Your… Highness. [pause; stares at Homelander] Holy shit! Your eyes are really fuckin' blue up close! Homelander: [laughs] You are fun. It's been a hoot, but we got work to do, [to Maeve] so let's get back to it. Stormfront: Oh, totally. They just wanted me to meet you. Homelander: Who? Stormfront: Oh, the boys on 82. I'm the new girl. Queen Maeve: Wait. What are you talking about? Stormfront: Oh, hi. I'm in The Seven, replacing Translucent. God bless his soul. Ink's barely dry, but uh… Yeah, reporting for duty. Fuck, yeah. Ashley: No, I don't think that this is–It's not true. [to Homelander] I don't know anything about this. Homelander: Wow. Well, uh… Stormfront, who delivered the good news? Stormfront: Oh, uh... Mr. Edgar? The big guy? [Homelander is seething underneath his frozen smile. He stammers as he tries to hold back his anger.] Homelander: Wonderful. Great. [claps] Alright, great! Stan Edgar: To what do I owe the pleasure? Homelander: Well, you never come up to 99, so figured I'd pay you a visit. Edgar: What a lovely idea. Homelander: Right? After all, you run a superhero company and you never check in with your superheroes, do you? Like–oh, I don't know–about the hiring of that girl, for example. Edgar: You wished to be consulted on Stormfront. Homelander: Well, why not? I signed off on all the rest. I'm the leader of The Seven. Edgar: For which you have my undying respect. Homelander: See, I don't think I do. No. Not even Madelyn would've dared to try and pull this kind of shit. Edgar: Well, of course, you know how important you are to everyone at Vought. Homelander: No. No, Stan. I am Vought. You show my photo to some illiterate fuckin' camel jockey in the middle of the Sahara, he's gonna turn around and say, "Homelander," in perfect American. [sits down in a chair] You know what? My contract's up at the end of this year. [props his feet on the coffee table] Maybe it's time I move on. How do you think your shareholders would feel about that? [Edgar stares down Homelander for several moments. The smug look on Homelander's face quickly disappears as it occurs to him that Edgar is not falling for his threats.] Edgar: What do you know about Frederick Vought? Homelander: Excuse me? Edgar: Frederick. Vought. [gestures to a portrait of Vought] Our esteemed founder. Homelander: Well, I don't know. Um… not a lot, probably. I only read his autobiography… five times? Edgar: Not the self-serving bullshit that we peddle to the shareholders. The real story. Homelander: Enlighten me. Edgar: Got his doctorate from Munich. Ahead of his time in genetics. Such the rising young star that in '39, Hitler appointed him chief physician at Dachau, where he enjoyed a ready supply of human subjects on which to test his earliest iterations of Compound V. For which we condemn in the strongest of possible terms. Early in '44, he felt the winds change, got spirited away to the Allies. When Oppenheimer was flailing with the bomb, Dr. Vought already had practical applications of Compound V tested in the field. Heroes like Soldier Boy, killing Germans by the dozen. So Roosevelt pardoned him, and he became as Wonder Bread American as Disney and Edison. Homelander: Well, this is a truly fascinating–if not slightly condescending–lecture, but um... I don't think I see the point, Stan. Edgar: The point... is that you are under a misconception that we are a superhero company. We are not. What we are, really, is a pharmaceutical company. And you are not our most valuable asset. That would be our confidential formula for Compound V. Which you, manchild that you are, released into the wild. Homelander: [slight scoff] I don't know what you're talking about. Edgar: Well, let me remind you. You slipped Compound V to terrorists all over the globe to get you and your cronies into national defense. But maybe at the cost of destroying the whole company. Homelander: [slams table and approaches, venom in his tone] I don't think I appreciate your tone, sir. Not much at all. Edgar: And I don't appreciate that the FDA now knows about Compound V, or that it's only a matter of time before the public finds out. While you're preening at the Golden Globes, we're busy running around like maniacs trying to clean up the mess you made. I don't have to consult you about Stormfront or anything else. Now... I believe you have a premiere of Tek-Knight Lives to go to? [The Boys see an unknown assailant kick one of their guards down the stairs. Frenchie's associates aim their guns as the assailant walks down the steps. The assailant is revealed to be Butcher in casual clothes.] Butcher: Alright. Easy does it, lads. Easy does it. [points at the guard] Like, I tried to tell this cunt... I'm with that lot, yeah? [Frenchie salutes Butcher and motions for his associates to lower their weapons] Mother's Milk: What the fuck are you wearin'? Butcher: That is a good question. Hughie: [to Frenchie] You called him? Frenchie: I'm sorry, Petit Hughie. It's not a game now. We need a real captain. Butcher: [to Hughie] Frenchie's right. This is a fuckin' mess, son. We got a Supe terrorist, Rayner's blown her canister, and we're the most wanted cunts in the country. But don't you worry… Daddy's home. "Proper Preparation and Planning" [2.02] Hughie: Where are you going? Butcher: Goin' to meet a contact. Hughie: Who? Butcher: Someone who can help us find this Supe terrorist cunt. Hughie: Who is the contact? What is their actual name? Butcher: You'll love it. Hughie: No, I won't. I won't love it, I never love it. I never fucking love it! Female Reporter #1: Tell us how fun it is to have all this girl power. Male Reporter #1: Can you repeat that, but say, "strong is the new pretty" right at the end? Male Reporter #2: Do girls make better heroes? Female Reporter #2: Do girls make better heroes than boys? Male Reporter #3: Do girls make better heroes? Stormfront: Look, uh, no offense. I–I get you have your talking points, but why does it matter whether heroes have a dick or a vag? I mean, shouldn't we all just, you know, be competent at our jobs? I don't think girls do anything better. I think chicks and dicks are in it together. [hears her phone vibrating] Oh, that's me! Ashley: [mouthing] Are you fucking kidding me? Stormfront: Sorry, Ashy! Vought won't let me have pockets in this thing. You can see every crease in my ass. You can practically see up Starlight's uterus. You wanna talk about girl power? Let's talk about getting some pockets. Homelander: When I was your age, I didn't have many friends either. Ryan Butcher: Mom says being lonely makes you know yourself better. Homelander: Well... that's not wrong, I suppose. Can I tell you a secret? Man-to-man, you know? [chuckles] My dad and I... we never played catch in the yard with a World Series ball. The truth is… I never had a dad. Or a mom. Ryan: Wait, you... You didn't? Homelander: See, sometimes it's hard, Ryan, being... [sighs] superior to every single other person on the planet. It's–It's... isolating. And gods... should not have to feel that kind of pain. Because that is what we are, Ryan. You and me… we're gods. Son, we can do anything we want. And no one can stop us. Now, that... that's a good feeling. A really good feeling. And now, you... and me... can share it together. Ryan: I… I–I should probably go to bed now, you know? Homelander: Sure. [pats Ryan] [Homelander gets up from Ryans' bed and turns off the lights. He turns around before leaving.] Homelander: I love you, son. [pause; Ryan just stares at him] You know, you can say it back. Ryan: Um, I… love you, too. Homelander: This is nice. [Homelander leaves Ryan's bedroom and closes the door. He sees Becca standing close by.] Homelander: Your turn, Mom. Becca Butcher: You need to leave. Homelander: Excuse me? Becca: You need to get the fuck out of my house. Homelander: [beat] What happens one day when Ryan asks to go to a baseball game, swim in the ocean, or eat at a Burger King? How do you think he's gonna feel when he finds out that you've lied to him his whole life? You think he's gonna be happy that you kept him in this pretty prison? Or... do you think he'll fucking despise you? Hmm? Let's go ask him. Becca: Don't. Homelander: You were right. I'm not gonna get bored and move on. I'm not going anywhere. So feel free to tell Dr. Park to go fuck himself. Annie/Starlight: Hey, you don't know me. I'm not a sellout. Stormfront: Oh. Okay, cool. [playfully throws her fists up] Congratulations. [chuckles; notices Annie staring at her] Oh, come on. Why do you care what I think? Annie/Starlight: Maybe… I wanna say everything that you're saying about Vought. Maybe I think Vought's… Stormfront: [beat; looks up and around] What? What's Vought? [pause; Annie says nothing] Oh, my God. Everyone is so fucking stage-managed. Life isn't actually a PR strategy! You can say what you think! Annie/Starlight: What if it's not safe? Stormfront: You are literally bulletproof. What the fuck is gonna happen? [brief pause] Okay, who's the greatest superhero of all time? Annie/Starlight: Homelander. Stormfront: No, Pippi Longstocking. [pause] Pippi Longstocking. She's a nine-year-old girl. Lived in a house all by herself. Pet monkey. Could lift a horse with one hand. You–You haven't read Pippi Longstocking? Annie/Starlight: I guess not. Stormfront: Hmm… Okay. Well, uh, I used to dress as her every Halloween, and all the girls dressed like Disney sluts would make fun of me. And you know what I thought? I thought, "Who fucking cares?" Pippi didn't care. She never cared about being polite or cute. Look, fuck this world for confusing nice with good. Be a bitch if you want. Be whatever. Just drop the mask once in a while. Feels good. You can finally breathe. [As Stormfront turns around, Annie quickly steals the wallet with the Compound V sample from Stormfront's backpack] Stormfront: Oh, and if someone sticks a dick in your mouth, bite it off. Pippi Longstocking would bite a "D", that's for damn sure. [The Boys crawl out of warehouse debris after being attacked by Kimiko's brother, Kenji. Butcher walks threateningly towards Hughie, who tried to stop him from shooting them.] Mother's Milk: No! No, Butcher! No! Easy! Easy, Butcher! Hughie: The CIA would've locked him up in some black box forever, and she never would've seen her brother again! Mother's Milk: Easy! Both of you, please. Not now. Butcher: Right. [pause; points at Hughie] You… fuck off. The rest of you, with me. [Frenchie and M.M. stay behind with Hughie while Butcher walks back to retrieve his rifle] Butcher: Well, come on, don't piss about. We ain't got all night. [pause] The fuck you waitin' for? [beat; to M.M.] Are you tellin' me that her family is worth more to you than you seein' your own? Mother's Milk: No, I'm not. But Kimiko is one of us. I'll find another way. Butcher: [to Frenchie] I suppose you agree, don't ya?! Since your tongue is halfway down her arse! Jesus, it's like Hughie's infected you both with a raging case of vagina. [pause] Becca's alive. Hughie: What? Butcher: She's alive, and Vought's holdin' her captive somewhere. Mother's Milk: Butcher, if you– Butcher: No, I'm not stark ravin', alright? I fuckin' saw her. She had a little boy with her, eh… The spittin' image of Homelander. I thought he just wanted to humiliate me, show me what he'd done to my girl before he gave me the good news. Then, I woke up three hours later in a Tony fuckin' Cicero's. God knows why. I gotta find her, and I gotta get her the fuck out of there… and I need your help to do it. Mother's Milk: Are you fucking with us? Butcher: I find the terrorist for Mallory, she finds Becca for me. That's the deal I made. I know what I've done to you, alright? And by rights, you should tell me to fuck off. But still… I'm askin'. A-Train: Who, uh–Who we sexting? Annie/Starlight: What–What are you doing here? Get out! [A-Train uses his super speed to steal the wallet from Annie. He begins unzipping it.] Annie/Starlight: [stutters] Look, you got me. I'm having a heavy flow day. It's, uh… A-Train: [takes out the Compound V sample and holds it up] What are you doing with this? Annie/Starlight: This is not how it looks, okay? It's just a misunderstanding. A-Train: Homelander should've charred your ass as soon as he found out that you were fucking Hughie. Annie/Starlight: Hughie saved your life! We both did! A-Train: Your mistake. Annie/Starlight: Okay, if you just give me a minute, I can explain! A-Train: You know, I just want you to think about me when you're gettin' the skin peeled off your face, bitch. Annie/Starlight: [pause] You're not gonna tell anyone anything. A-Train: Who says that I haven't already? Annie/Starlight: 'Cause then I'd already be dead. You're not gonna do shit. A-Train: Why's that? Annie/Starlight: 'Cause you killed your fucking girlfriend. That's what you told Hughie, right? That you killed Popclaw? A-Train: You can't prove anything. Annie/Starlight: Did she suffer? Did you look into her big, sad eyes while you did it? A-Train: Fuck you. Annie/Starlight: Yeah, see, I looked at the Vought forensics report, and… [exhales deeply] Wow. All those needles jammed into her arm at the same time? I mean, one of them actually shattered the bone. Did you know that? Would someone really do that to themselves? I mean, doesn't look like an accident to me. I mean, Vought's happy to bury it, but say if… Sports Illustrated found out. A-Train: If you do that, I'm gonna take you down right with me. And then, we'll both be dead. Annie/Starlight: [scoffs] Go ahead. Fucking try it. I don't give a shit. [A-Train lets Annie take the Compound V sample from his hand and walks out of the Seven's common room] "Over the Hill with the Swords of a Thousand Men" [2.03] [Annie and A-Train see a breaking news report about Compiund V appear on TV while at Vought Tower] A-Train: What… did you do? Annie/Starlight: I don't know what you're talking about. A-Train: Oh, come on. I saw you with the V in your hand. Annie/Starlight: Yeah, and you let me walk away with it, so… this is kind of on you, too. If I go down, you come with me. Pretty sure they'd kill us both. A-Train: [sighs] You don't get it. You don't fuck with the money. You never fuck with the money. We're gonna lose everything. I mean, cars, houses, bonuses– Annie/Starlight: There are more important things. A-Train: You know, the only people that say that… are the people who grew up with money. [Hughie is watching the same breaking news report about the discovery of Compound V as he leaves a voice message for Annie] Hughie: Uh, hey. Is this you? You did it. We did it! Um, call me. Call me back when you get a chance. Mother's Milk: Did what? [beat; watches the news for a moment] You did this? Hughie: Uh, yeah. Starlight did mostly, I'm pretty sure. But I just gave her an old alley-oop. Mother's Milk: Hughie… HUGHIE, YES! [hugs Hughie and lifts him up] HUGHIE! Dude, look what you fuckin' did! Oh, my God! Butcher: You lads touchin' your tips? Mother's Milk: Look at what the kid just did. Hughie: Me and Starlight, but yeah. Frenchie: Petit Hughie?! Mother's Milk: The fuckin' kid! [Frenchie kisses Hughie full on the mouth] Mother's Milk: [laughing] Oh, shit! Frenchie: Yes! Butcher: Nice one. Mother's Milk: That's all you got? We've been trying to do this shit for years, Vought's finally fuckin' going down, the kid did it... and "Nice one"?! Butcher: Alright, real nice one. Hughie: You can't even give me this, can you? Not one goddamn win. Butcher: I'll tell ya what. When we're all done here, I'll buy you a nice, big family-size bottle of top-shelf lube, and I'll tickle your balls till you beg me to stop. And even then, I won't. I just won't do it. But right now, we got a Supe terrorist below deck and shit could go sideways just like… [snaps his fingers] So all of ya, keep your fuckin' eyes on the ball, yeah? [Butcher walks out of the living room. Frenchie reassuringly pats Hughie's arm.] Frenchie: Don't worry about him. Mother's Milk: Yeah, fuck him. You did great. [Homelander and Ryan are standing on the roof of Becca's house]  Homelander: Your mom ever bring you up here? Ryan: No. Homelander: Nah, of course not. You see, that is why a boy needs his father. Hey, I think it's time. [brief pause] Yeah. You ready? Ryan: Um... ready for what? Homelander: To jump. Ryan: [pause; nervously looks down at the ground] Wait, you can't be serious. I'm not gonna jump. Homelander: Ryan, you're my son. You can fly just like me. Ryan: I–I don't want to. Homelander: You take a big deep breath, you step off, and your body will just do the rest. It'll just take over. Ryan: But I–I can't fly. I'll just fall right off of here and get– Homelander: Hey, buddy. You're gonna love it. I promise. Ryan: I'm nothing like you. I–I can't fly. Homelander: You can. You can. I promise you can. Ryan: Dad, please. Please, don't make me jump. Homelander: Aw, buddy. You called me Dad. [chuckles] [Homelander pushes Ryan off the roof. Instead of flying, Ryan falls with a thud on the ground. Becca overhears and runs outside.] Becca: Ryan...? Oh, God, Ryan! Hey! [to Homelander] Hey, what did you do?! Homelander: It's fine. It's a twenty-foot drop. Relax. Becca: You inhuman fucking monster! [to Ryan] Come here. Homelander: Don't help him up. Let him do it himself. Becca: Come here. Baby, hey. Hey, Ryan, I need you to wake up. Baby, can you hear me? I'm right here. [pause; Ryan is still unconscious] I don't think he's breathing. Homelander: [laughing] He's fine! Becca: I don't think he's breathing! I don't think he's– Ryan: [wakes up with a gasp] Mom? Becca: Hi, hi. Homelander: Look. See, told ya. Becca: Hi, sweetie. Are you hurt? [kisses Ryan on the forehead] Does anything feel broken? Homelander: Oh, for God's sake. Broken? Becca: Let me see. Homelander: Come on, look at him. There's not a scratch on him. You know why? 'Cause he's my son. And you–you… [scoffs] You're raising him to be a pussy. Becca: You don't get to tell me how to raise my son. Homelander: I'm his father. Becca: You don't get to say that after what you did! Homelander: What I did to you [grabs Becca's wrist]... was give you a son that you are raising like a little girl. Becca: Let go of me. Homelander: He's mine. Ryan: Get your hands off of her! [Ryan pushes Homelander away from Becca. His eyes are glowing and he starts breathing heavily.] Homelander: [pause; sits up] Good boy. See, I told you. Ryan: [quietly; his eyes return to normal] What? Homelander: You're just like me, Ryan. Ryan: No, I'm not like you! I'm nothing like you! I FUCKING HATE YOU! LEAVE US ALONE! Hughie: [leaving a message for Annie] Hey, Annie, it's me again. I was just wondering, have you ever seen the music video for that Billy Joel song "You're Only Human"? There's this kid and he's climbing up a bridge and he's gonna kill himself, but then Billy Joel steps out with his harmonica and tells him, "Stop, you just have to wait for your second wind". And now, I feel like I'm–I'm that kid… and I'm gonna drown, and... and thank God I found my second wind because it's–it's you. [tearfully] You're my second wind. Um... Look, I know it's exciting taking down Vought and being like James Bond and everything… but you've gotta be careful, because that stuff can go to shit really quick. And you wind up hurting the people that... you love. Like the way that I hurt you. Um... Anyhoo, that's all I wanted to say. Second wind. Um… Okay, thanks. Bye. [The Seven are attending an emergency meeting with Stan Edgar] Edgar: I know I don't come up to 99 enough, and I apologize for that. But times like this [points at his iPad, which shows footage of Kenji] tend to give us clarity, don't they? You and me are partners after all. A symbiotic part of a larger thing. A living thing named Vought. And that's how we'll get through this: Together, as Vought. A-Train: But, sir… I gotta say… [pause; looks at Annie and shakes his head] We didn't know about this Compound V shit. None of us. Edgar: Is that so? Well, we're all victims here, A-Train. But we'll get to the bottom of it. I promise. Right now, catching this superterrorist is– Homelander: Villain. Supervillain. Edgar: Sure, whatever. It must be our priority, and it changes the conversation. A-Train: So you want us to go out there? Now? I mean, we still need to be prepped by legal and PR. [scoffs] We'll be eaten alive out there. Edgar: There's no time for that. Queen Maeve: Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think we have to damage-control your fuck-up. Homelander: Hey, guys… Enough. We gotta pull together here. Edgar: Thank you, Homelander. Homelander: Shhh. Not you. Us. The Seven. See, [gets up from chair] it doesn't matter who made us or how we got here. The point is… We are here. Together. Family. You guys… you are my real family. [points at Edgar] This guy… he doesn't care about us. We're not his partners; we're his product. So who gives a shit if Vought burns to the fuckin' ground? Edgar: You should think before you say something you don't mean. Homelander: Really? Should I? We are not Vought! You see, companies, they come and go. But talent… Talent is forever. The world still needs superheroes, and that, family–that's what we are. So let's get out there and do what it is we do. Let's take this cocksucker down. [Cut to The Seven all walking out of the main conference room] Stormfront: Fuck Vought, huh? I did not see that coming from you. Homelander: Maybe you don't know me that well. Stormfront: Maybe I don't. [The Boys are all covered in blood and guts after impaling The Deep's whale with their speedboat.] Butcher: [spits out whale blood] Fuckin' diabolical! Where's Hughie?! [Butcher sees Hughie lying down inside the whale carcass in utter shellshock] Butcher: Hughie! Oh, geez. You alright? Come on, son. We gotta leg it. Deep's here, and The Seven won't be too far behind. Hughie: Um, you know what? You know, you guys go ahead. You guys go ahead. I'm good. Butcher: Eh? What? Hughie: Just gonna sit here and wait, if you don't mind. Butcher: What the fuck are you waitin' for?! Hughie: [sighs] My second wind. Butcher: Alright, son. Come on. [tries to get Hughie up] Come on. Hughie: GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME! Butcher: Geez! Alright, fine. Suit yourself. [pause; to M.M. and Frenchie as he gets out] C'mon, let's go! Mother's Milk: Whoa, we can't leave the kid, man. Butcher: Pinocchio is stayin' put. Have at it. [Later, M.M. is able to convince Hughie to join them, but Hughie is still in a daze as they try to escape through the sewers.] Mother's Milk: Hey, the kid's fallin' apart. You know that, right? Butcher: Well, what'd you expect? He's a fuckin' civilian. Mother's Milk: No, no, no. It's not just him. It's all of us. Frenchie: [to Hughie] Move the feet. Just move the feet, come on. Move. Mother's Milk: We're at our breaking point–at each other's throats–and you keep pushin' us and pushin'. It's like– Butcher: Right over the fuckin' finish line. We just need to keep our shit together a little bit longer, okay? We hand that cunt over, and I get Becca, and you get your girls. Mother's Milk: Butcher– Butcher: We're right fuckin'– Mother's Milk: Butcher! Butcher, we're right there. Hughie's not gonna make it. And you need that kid more than any one of us. He's your canary. Butcher: My canary? Mother's Milk: You let your canary die, how you gonna know when you've gone too far? Butcher: Oh… I mean, what a load of bollocks. [pause; looks briefly at Hughie] Hell, I tried, alright? The kid doesn't want a part of me, so fuck him. Annie/Starlight: Uh, who invited you… exactly? The Deep: Starlight. Listen, what I did was unforgivable. I'm gonna do whatever in my power to renew my light. Not just for you, but for all the female people that I've offended. Stormfront: Renew your light? Did you just fucking join The Church of the Collective? The Deep: Maybe. Stormfront: You're an idiot. The Deep: Hey, easy on the religious persecution. Okay, new girl? [to Annie] Starlight, maybe one day you can welcome me back into The Seven. I know my road is long and hard. Annie/Starlight: Are you serious? There is no fucking way you're coming back! The Deep: There's no need for language. Homelander: Alright, enough! We do not have time for this. Stormfront: [holds hand up to stop Homelander; to Annie] Look, I am with you, sister, but first we have to go get the terrorist, okay? Homelander: Alright, everyone in the tunnels. The Deep: Yeah, everyone in the tunnels. Homelander: Not you. Anyone gets eyeballs on the target, he's mine. Understood? The Deep: [to Black Noir] Go get 'em, Noir. Homelander: Alright, you… need to hang back a bit, okay? The Deep: Okay. Homelander: Still got some work to do with the ladies, but it's gonna be okay. They'll be back in no time. The Deep: Really? Homelander: Sure. One other thing: You ripped your vest. The Deep: What? Homelander: Your gill is showing. Cover it up. It's disgusting. [Hughie runs into Annie while The Seven search for the rest of the Boys] Hughie: You got my message. Annie, I– [Annie uses her light powers to blind Hughie and throw him back. Homelander comes walking out of the opposite tunnel and sees Hughie.] Homelander: Oh, come on! You gotta be fucking kidding me! This guy? Again?! Annie/Starlight: I did not know… Homelander: Shut it. What, do you got rocks in your fucking head? Come here. Alright, I'd like you to do something for me, okay? Kill him. Annie/Starlight: N–No, wait. [stuttering] He… He–He's wanted. Shouldn't we... take him to the police? [Unbeknownst to them, Butcher is watching Annie and Homelander standing over Hughie] Homelander: Yes, he is. Yes, we should. Kill him. Right now. [to Hughie] Chicks, right, Hughie? [pause; to Annie] Oh, for God's sakes. Come on, it's easy. Hands in the air, like you just don't care. [pulls Annie's fists up; chuckles] Kill. Do it. [beat; Annie is still silent] More incentive? Okay. You kill him or I'll fucking kill you both. Do it. [Hughie nods to Annie and closes his eyes, appearing ready to accept his fate. Just as Annie is about to attack Hughie again, Butcher sneaks up behind Homelander.] Butcher: Oi, cunt! Homelander: William. [laughs] What a surprise! Hey… You know, I had a great breakfast with your wife this morning. Pancakes. Mmmm, de-licious. Butcher: Yeah? Eat this, motherfucker. "Nothing Like It in the World" [2.04] Mallory: I ever tell you about my recurring dream? I'm on stage alone at Carnegie Hall. The audience is made up of every poor bastard who got killed by the superheroes. Butcher: What are they doin'? Mallory: Nothing. They're all just watching me. Waiting for me to do something. Butcher: We hit a dead end on Rayner. I'm sorry. Mallory: Christ, I don't wanna hear sorry. Sorry's not an option. We can't have anonymous skull-exploding assassins walking around. What if they hit the Speaker next? Or the President? [Mallory gives Butcher a file envelope. Butcher takes out an old poster with Liberty on it.] Butcher: Liberty? Mallory: You mentioned her before. Second-tier Supe, active in the '70s. She was all over Susan's private server. Get Marvin to talk to this Liberty. Address on the back, North Carolina. Butcher: Alright. We'll see what we can find. Mallory: Wait. [Butcher turns around] I found Becca. Or at least, our best guess where she is. Vought facility, armed to the teeth. Won't be easy. Butcher: We had a deal. I didn't come through. Mallory: Jesus, Butcher. I'm just giving it to you. It's my fault you stopped searching for her. I put a target on Homelander's back and pointed you right at him. I didn't know Becca was still… It'd be good to have one less person in that audience staring at me. [Annie gets into an elevator at Vought HQ. Homelander walks in just as the elevator door is about to close] Annie/Starlight: Hey, Homelander. [When the elevator starts going up, Homelander presses the emergency button to stop it. He takes off his right glove.] Homelander: Maeve begged me to spare your life. So I gave you a second chance, and... you failed me. Annie/Starlight: What are you talking about? Homelander: No more lies. [Homelander shoves Annie up against the wall and grabs her by the throat] Homelander: You go ahead and scream as much as you want. [jabs his other hand hard against her side] Annie/Starlight: What–What did I do? Homelander: I told you to kill Hugh Campbell, and you hesitated. Annie/Starlight: I–I said that we should go to the police! Homelander: You disobeyed my orders because you're with him. [presses his hand harder into Annie] Annie/Starlight: Fuck you! Hughie Campbell broke my fucking heart. Worse than anyone ever has. And part of me wants to blast his fucking face off, so no, I'm not "with him." But if you wanna kill me because I'm not a murderer and I won't straight-up execute someone, then go ahead. So, tell me… Am I lying? [Annie and Homelander continue angrily staring at each other. Cut to the elevator working again, with Homelander walking out and letting Annie go.] Homelander: You're not lying. [A-Train is upset over seeing Shockwave at Vought. He confronts Ashley, fearing that Shockwave might replace him in The Seven.] A-Train: Don't bullshit me, Ashley! Ashley: Shockwave is just here to talk about Vought for Tots. I swear to God! A-Train: What the fuck is Vought for Tots? Ashley: It's a new fitness outreach for toddlers. Apparently, they're getting obese. A-Train: Well, shit! I fucking love fat kids! Use me! Homelander: [enters Ashley's office] Oh, good, you're here. [to Ashley] You tell him yet? A-Train: Tell me what? Ashley: I thought we were gonna have a strategy meeting. Homelander: A-Train, you're out. A-Train: Out of what? Homelander: Out of The Seven. You did great, but we're going in a different direction, so... You're out. A-Train: What the fuck? [to Ashley] You just said everything was fine! Ashley: You're gonna have a whole year of parades, tribute concerts. You're gonna hit the talk show circuit. You're–You're gonna have your own reality show on Vought+. The outpouring of love and gratitude is gonna be off the charts. A-Train: Oh, this is bullshit! You used to get my fuckin' coffee! [pause; looks at Ashley and Homelander knowingly] Oh, fuck this! I'm not going! Homelander: A-Train, you can't run. A-Train: Yes, I can run. I just... I–I just... Homelander: Buddy… You think I don't know what's been going on? It's your heart. I doubt you're even cracking the Top 20 anymore, and that makes The Seven–me–look pretty ridiculous. [pats A-Train on the shoulder] I do want you to know, this was really hard for me, okay? It's nothing personal. We'll always be friends and, uh... etcetera. Attaboy. Annie/Starlight: [eating doughnut in diner] Hmm. Mother's Milk: You two want a room? [Annie stares cluelessly] You and the doughnut. Annie/Starlight: Oh. I'm sorry. It's just, um, my mom never let me have this stuff. Mother's Milk: Hmm. Annie/Starlight: It's just... Weight gain in our household was a capital crime. But my dad, um, he'd take me to Dunkin' on the sly. And he would get me a chocolate cream-filled doughnut, and he'd ask me to tell him about my day. And he'd... he'd listen. Mother's Milk: Baskin-Robbins. Every Sunday after church. My pops, he'd always ask for samples. Now, this place had 31 flavors, and that man would taste each and every flavor every time we'd go up in there. There'd be a line all the way out the door. People would be mad as hell. Yelling, cussing, "Yo, my man, get your fucking ice cream and bounce!" You think that stopped him? Hell nah, he would stand right there and order another sample. "Can I please try the Jamoca Almond Fudge, please?" My ass was so embarrassed. I'd be sitting there, wishing the floor would just open up and just swallow me whole. Man. 'Course, now I'd give a year off my life just to be able to see that man going through spoon after spoon just one last time. Annie/Starlight: When did he...? Mother's Milk: Sixteen years ago. [toasting] To fathers and sugar. Annie/Starlight: To fathers and sugar. [M.M, Hughie and Annie visit a woman named Valerie Hunter, whose family had an incident involving Liberty] Valerie: I mean... It's been 48 years. What good is dredging all this stuff up now gonna do? Mother's Milk: Honestly, we don't know. But we still need to hear it. Valerie: I tried to get people to listen. [laughs] Lord knows, so many times I tried. But a little black girl accusing a white superhero of murder in these parts? Mother's Milk: Yeah. Valerie: It was during one of those summer rains that you just knew was coming by the smell in the air. I was eleven years old, asleep in the back seat of my folks' Ford. My brother Myron, he was driving. [In a flashback, Myron sees a woman standing in the middle of the road while driving with a young Valerie. He slams on the brakes, causing the tires to screech.] Myron: What's the trouble, ma'am? Liberty: Get out. [tries to grab Myron] Myron: Hey! Liberty: Your car was involved in a robbery tonight. Myron: No, it wasn't. I–I had it. I don't know nothing about any robbery. Liberty: Just confess! [punches Myron] Myron: Why are you doing this to me, lady? Ain't you supposed to be a hero? Liberty: I am a hero… for killing a black piece of shit like you. [Valerie watches Liberty punch Myron so hard, blood sprays onto the windshield. She walks outside and sees that Myron's face is severely disfigured. Cut back to Valerie in the present day.] Valerie: I wanted to go to the police. But my folks, they thought it was pointless. So when that man from Vought–When he showed up and he offered us that money, we just took it. Two thousand dollars. That is what my brother's life was worth. Just two thousand dollars. But y'all have gotta promise me that you won't tell anybody that I sat here and I talked to you. Because if that woman finds out that I opened my mouth, she's gonna kill me. Hughie: Ms. Hunter. That woman, Liberty… Nobody's seen her since 1979. I mean, she's probably dead by now. Valerie: [chuckles] Oh, no, no. [pause; grabs a newspaper from a table] Right here. That's her… right there. That's Liberty. [Valerie shows Stormfront on the front page, leaving Hughie, Annie and M.M. speechless] Homelander: Who the fuck do you think you are? What, you think I don't see it? Trying to undermine me, steal my team. Stormfront: Hold on a minute. Homelander: Let me tell you right now, it won't work. I'm the face of The Seven! Not you! Me! I still score higher in every demo that counts: 18 to 34, 18 to 49, 25 to 54! They all love me! Stormfront: [sarcastically] Well, congratulations. I mean, this constant need to be loved by everyone is kinda pathetic, but um… Yay! [beat; Homelander activates his laser eyes] Okay. Okay, calm down. [pause; Homelander's eyes return to normal] I clearly pushed you a little far. I'm sorry. Look, I'm… I'm just trying to help. Homelander: Really? How? By taking what's mine? Let me tell you something right now: I built this team from the ground up, and there is no fucking way that anyone is gonna take it away from me. Stormfront: You spent $273 million on that "Saving America" bullshit, and I am running circles around you with five guys on laptops churning out memes. I practically pay them with Arby's gift cards. You… You can't win the whole country anymore. No one can. So why are you even trying? You don't need fifty million people to love you. You need five million people fucking pissed. Emotion sells, anger sells. You have fans, I have soldiers. [pause] Look, I know that you probably won't believe this. I think that you are the best of us. I think that you are everything we should be. You just need a little help connecting with your audience. You know, change with the times. God knows I did. Homelander: [beat] I don't need help connecting with my audience. Thank you. Stormfront: Okay. Well, just know I'm always here. Door is always open for anything. Butcher: You're late. Where's the kid? Babe, we gotta get in the truck or we'll miss our chance. Becca: I'm–I'm not leaving. Butcher: What are you talkin' about? Of course you are. Grab the kid and let's go. Becca: You don't really want Ryan to come with us. Butcher: Of course I do. I said I'd take him, didn't I? Becca: And I wanted to believe you. Butcher: Then, believe me. Now, come on. We've gotta get a shift on. Becca: Listen, if the three of us leave, you're gonna find a way to get rid of him. I know it. It–It won't be in an obvious way. And it won't be right away, but you will. Butcher: No, Becca. No. Becca: Billy, I know you. I know you better than anybody, and I saw it in your face last night. I see it now. Butcher: He's a billion-dollar piece of Vought property. They are not gonna let him go. You and me, Becca. You and me, we've got a chance. Babe, it's Ryan they care about, not us. Becca: Yeah, and then what? And then Vought raises him without a mother, right? Then, we have Homelander all over again. Then, there's two fucking assholes in this world. Butcher: We could disappear, alright? Just start again, start a new family. Becca: I have a son! Butcher: He's a fuckin' Supe freak! [pause; sighs] Fuck. I'm… Listen, I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Becca… Becca, please come with me. Becca: You were wrong about me. Do you know that? You put me on this pedestal, and the truth is, I never knew how to save you. You were always one bad day away from pounding someone to death in a parking lot. Butcher: That's not true. Becca: Billy… He raped me, and when I found out I was pregnant, I went to Vought. I didn't come to you. I didn't come to you because I was scared. 'Cause I knew that you'd chase after him and you would seek revenge and it wouldn't be good for anybody! Butcher: I love you. Becca: [starts crying] I love you. But the hate that you carry and the warpath that you're on, it started so long before me. I can't. [Becca hugs and kisses Butcher, then walks back to her car] Butcher: Becs, I'm not leavin' without you! Becca: You have to go, please. [holds up a tracker] Every guard in this goddamn place is gonna be here in sixty seconds. You have to go. Please. I'm sorry. [sobbing] I'm so sorry. "We Gotta Go Now" [2.05] [Ashley shows Homelander a viral video of him killing an innocent civilian boy after confronting a Supe in an African village] Homelander: Oh… [scoffs] So, what? They're all starving, but one of them's got a fuckin' cell phone? Ashley: You know, I really wish you had cleared this with me before you went over there. Homelander: Oh, Jesus Christ. I don't have to clear shit with you, Ashley. I saw a chance for an easy win, and I took it. How many views? Ashley: Well, they posted last night. We scrubbed it seventeen minutes later, but that's forever, and there's been some blowback. Homelander: Blowback? Alright, fine, fine, fine. So, what? I–I'm down a point? Point and a half? Two? Ashley: [clears throat] No, nine and a half. Homelander: Nine and a half? Nine... Nine and a half? [Ashley switches to another video of a huge crowd protesting against Homelander] Homelander: What, th–they're fucking protesting… me? Oh, my God. Th–They're pro... They're protesting me. Ashley: They've been at the Tower all afternoon. Homelander: Why didn't you fucking say something?! Goddammit. Don't these fucking ingrates realize I killed that asshole for them? What do they think "Saving America" fucking means, anyway? Ashley: Well, PR is drafting a response as we speak. Acknowledgment, apology, action. Homelander: No, no, no, no. Apology? No. You schedule a press conference, and–and I'll clean it up myself. Ashley: Uh, well, Mr. Edgar... and legal would like your official position to be "no comment at this time." Please, no press until the crisis team has an actionable strategy, okay? [Homelander runs into Stormfront as he walks back to his trailer] Stormfront: Bad day? Hey, I'm with you! Fuck these maxi pad-wearing ingrate hicks. But you know, there's a way to handle it. Homelander: I do not need your fucking help. Stormfront: Sure. You seem to be doing so well on your own. Well, I'm here when you want me. Butcher: Hello? Hughie: Oh. Sorry, I thought I was getting your voicemail. Butcher: That why you called five times? Hughie: No, I just thought you should know Liberty–that Supe that Rayner was looking into… turns out it's Stormfront. Vought changed her name, they've been moving her around like a fucking Catholic priest. Butcher: Right. Hughie: Um… She probably murdered Rayner. Annie's trying to figure out why, but... you know, who the fuck knows. Butcher: Well, as long as Starlight's on the job, we're sorted then, yeah? Hughie: I'm not... I'm not mad, you know? Butcher: What d'you mean? Hughie: I–I just want you to know that, um... Yes, you are leaving us holding the bag on this shitshow, but I want you to know that I–I get it. It's Becca. I'd do the same thing. I'm not mad. Butcher: Well... wouldn't matter if you were. Hughie: How is she? Butcher: Lovelier than the day I met her. Hughie: [pause; hears Butcher squeezing a dog toy] Where are you? Butcher: Headin' off grid. Argentina, maybe. Early retirement. Hughie: Butcher? Butcher: Yeah, what? Hughie: You could've said goodbye. Butcher: I know we've been through some shit together. [beat] You were... You were always like my canary, I suppose. Thank you. Goodbye, Hughie. [hangs up phone] Hughie: Your canary? Hello? [Hughie goes into the living room of their basement hideout, where M.M. is watching Outlander on his laptop] Hughie: What are you watching? Mother's Milk: A show called Eat My Dick. Hughie: [defensively] Okay. Mother's Milk: Have you seen Frenchie or Kimiko? Hughie: No. No, not... for a while. Why? Mother's Milk: [quietly] Fuck. Hughie: Uh, listen. I just got off the phone with Butcher and I think something might be wrong. Like really, really wrong. Mother's Milk: What would make you think that? Hughie: He was nice and… called me his canary? Mother's Milk: ...Tell me everything he said. [The Boys are hiding from Black Noir, who tracked Butcher down to his aunt's house] Butcher: That ninja cunt's here for me, isn't he? Hughie: Yeah, but you can't go out there. He'll kill you. So… So that's it? Butcher: Expectin' a happy ending, were we? Well, I'm sorry, Hughie. It ain't that kind of massage parlour. [A-Train is watching a Church of the Collective ad featuring The Deep] A-Train: That's a bunch of bullshit. Stormfront: Didn't used to be. Church used to mean something. A-Train: Oh. What, are you a member? Stormfront: I was, a long time ago. That place used to be pure. And then, they just started letting all kinds of people in, you know? A-Train: I don't know. So why don't you tell me? Stormfront: Well, I think you do know. Some people are quality and others are… garbage. [pause] Oh, by the way, I heard they're retiring you? So unfair. A-Train: …Do you have a problem? Stormfront: Of course not. Why would I say that? [Victoria Neuman is holding a rally where many Homelander protestors are in attendance] Victoria Neuman: Yes, it's true. Vought has all the money and the power. And we have… no offense, jack shit. [laughs] But after Homelander's war crime, how can I stay quiet and still look my daughter in the eyes? I can't. I know you can't, and guess what? The House Judiciary can't either! Finally, we are going to hold hearings on Vought and Compound V! Yes! [Neuman and the crowd are interrupted by Homelander, who makes a dramatic entrance by landing next to her] Homelander: Hey, everyone. [to Neuman] May I? [Neuman gives him the mike] Thank you. [to the crowd] Congresswoman Neuman, everybody. Isn't she great? Didn't you love that little "Walk Like an Egyptian" dance she did online? So fun. I loved it. But fun is not what we're here for, is it? Let me just start by saying how pleased I am to see you all here. That we live in a country where all your voices can be heard. [Cut to Ashley watching the rally live on her iPad with members of the film crew] Ashley: Everyone get the fuck out! Get the fuck out! Fuck you, get out! [Cut back to Homelander at the rally] Homelander: I know that some of you are a little upset by that video online of me stopping the terrorist, and I just want you to know that I understand. I'm upset, too. I mean, come on, guys. Nobody wants innocent people to get hurt. Of course not. But sadly, well… The bad guys, they don't think like us. And so, sometimes… Well, these things just happen. Man #1: Wait, this has happened before? Man #2: How many times? Homelander: Well, no. Hold on, guys. My point is, we all have the same goals, don't we? To keep our country safe. Woman #1: So American lives are the only ones worth protecting? Homelander: Of course not. But if you've served with our amazing soldiers like I have, you would know that freedom comes with a price. Woman #2: You don't speak for us! Man #3: Yeah, you don't speak for us! [The protestors all start chanting, "You don't speak for us"] Homelander: Alright, alright. Everyone just calm down. Calm down! Let's not let your hearts get in the way of your heads! [pause; the chanting continues] Everyone just relax! Calm down! [As the chanting gets louder, another man in the crowd flips off Homelander, who starts killing the protestors row by row with his laser eyes until they are all dead. When his eyes return to normal, it's revealed that the massacre was just a fantasy in his head.] Homelander: [beat; stares at the chanting protestors] Alright! You guys are the real heroes! God bless you! Love you guys! [flies off] Stormfront: What are you doing in my trailer? Annie/Starlight: You know, you had no right to talk to my mother about personal shit. What were you trying to prove? Stormfront: Okay, sorry. Just trying to help. Annie/Starlight: She didn't just lie to me about Compound V, okay? She lied to me about everything. So don't try and broker some kind of peace between us, because I don't want it! Stormfront: Wow, that–that… I mean, that… is a performance. [sarcastically] Oh, my God, look. I'm, like, tearing up. You don't suck, Starlight! You're Tilda fucking Swinton! I know you leaked it. Annie/Starlight: I have no idea what you're talking about. Stormfront: Not as good. Magic's gone. I guess lightning really doesn't strike twice, huh? Annie/Starlight: Okay, whatever. You know what? I need to get to set, so– Stormfront: That hack-a-limb, Gecko–Yeah, he stole the V, and then you… you leaked it to MSNBC. Now, what do you think Vought's gonna feel when I tell them? Annie/Starlight: [pause] Well, how do you think the world will feel when I tell them that you used to be Liberty? Stormfront: Wow. You are a special kind of poison flower, huh? Going against your own people? Annie/Starlight: [scoffs] You mean fucking white people? Stormfront: Starlight, superheroes. Don't be racist. [Annie makes all the lights in the trailer flicker with her powers] Stormfront: Oh, my. Oh, yes. That is adorable. I do like you. You… you got spunk. You're gonna be a big help to me. Annie/Starlight: What the hell does that mean? "The Bloody Doors Off" [2.06] [Butcher sees Annie after Frenchie removed her Vought chip] Butcher: Well, well, well. What have we here? Hughie: I know what you're gonna say, but we just took out her chip. Everything's fine. Butcher: Starlight, don't you just light up a room, eh? You're lookin' well. Annie/Starlight: Yeah, no thanks to the .50-caliber round that you pumped into my chest. Butcher: Well, what don't kill you makes you stronger. [to Hughie] What's she doin' here? Hughie: She has a lead on Stormfront. Annie/Starlight: I broke into her laptop, and I got a look at the inbox. Dozens of e-mails from Stan Edgar. Butcher: Stan Edgar? And what does Vought's big slapper have to say? Annie/Starlight: How they're close to a breakthrough at the Sage Grove Center. It's a psychiatric hospital in Pennsylvania. Hughie: Wait, what kind of breakthrough? Annie/Starlight: She came in before I could see any more. Butcher: Well, we better have us a little dekko at this loony bin, eh, lads? Starlight, would you be amenable to joinin' us on this little caper? Hughie: You want her to come? Butcher: Oh, most definitely. If shit goes sideways, who do you think Vought's gonna go after? Us or their billion-dollar baby turned traitor who just ripped out her own fuckin' chip? Never go into shark-infested waters without chum. Annie/Starlight: [to Butcher] Seriously, what is your problem with me? Butcher: I ain't got no problem with you, love. Annie/Starlight: Really? That's why you won't even touch my hand? Hughie: Okay, guys, come on. Not the time. Annie/Starlight: You know what? No. I think it's exactly the right time. I think the time is long overdue. [to Butcher] You know that I hate Vought as much as you do. You know that, but it doesn't even matter to you because what you can't stand is in my blood. I'm subhuman to you. Only good Supe is a dead Supe, right? Butcher: Your words, not mine. Hughie: That's enough. Annie/Starlight: You know what? Underneath all that swagger, you're just a bigot and a bully. I know another guy just like that. He's got a flag for a cape. Mother's Milk: [after nearly getting choked by Love Sausage] That's his fuckin' dick. Frenchie: Oh... Don't be so closed-minded. [...] Mother's Milk: [to Butcher on the phone] Yo. Close stitch, but Hughie's okay. Frenchie: Hey, tell Butcher about that thick penis around your neck. Mother's Milk: [whispering] Fuck you. [to Butcher on the phone] Nah, nah, nah. It's just Frenchie being Frenchie. Mother's Milk: Hey, what the hell is going on here, huh? You all are juicing people with motherfuckin' Compound V, only to burn 'em alive. Why? Lamplighter: Maybe I just like watching people burn. [to Frenchie] I remember you, you know? You were tailing me the night that I torched those kids. So why didn't you stop me? Maybe you like watching people burn, too. Frenchie: Why are we still alive? Lamplighter: Dumb luck? Frenchie: No. I mean that night. We went underground for months… but you never came for us. Not you, not Homelander. Why? Lamplighter: You're disappointed we didn't kill you? Frenchie: I thought The Seven always retaliates, no? Lamplighter: You're nobody. Not worth it. Frenchie: [beat; looks at M.M.] You didn't tell them, did you? Why wouldn't you tell them? Lamplighter: Who says I didn't? Frenchie: I figured you'd boast about it to Homelander. Must've been thrilling for you. Lamplighter: I'm not a fucking animal. Frenchie: Only a fucking animal would do what you did. Lamplighter: Drop it. Frenchie: You murdered innocent children. Lamplighter: Shut the fuck up. Frenchie: You watched them burn alive, crying for their mama! If that's not an animal, then what is, huh?! Lamplighter: I didn't know! I didn't know they were gonna be in that bed. It was supposed to be your boss. [pause] Then, they started screaming… but it was too late. Mother's Milk: So what? Are we supposed to feel bad for you now? Fuck you. Lamplighter: I don't want anything from you. [to Frenchie] But you… I saw you following me that night… and then you disappeared. I keep asking myself why. Why didn't you stop me? [beat] Why didn't you? Mother's Milk: Good question. [...] Frenchie: [to Lamplighter] My best friend OD'd and I left to save him that night. Why I didn't stop you. You were at a party, I was away for thirty minutes. Came back, you were gone. Lamplighter: Did he live? Your friend? Frenchie: Oui. But I never saw him again, and… then he died a few months later. Another overdose. Mother's Milk: Are you serious? Frenchie, why…? Why didn't you ever tell us? Frenchie: What difference would it make? Mother's Milk: After all these years, man? We would've left you off the hook. Frenchie: What makes you think I want to be let off the hook, huh? Stormfront: Hey, I'm so glad you're here. I wanna apologize. Please, just let me explain. Homelander: Flap, flap, flap goes that little mouth of yours. You remember you told me that you don't break easily? Well, I've been thinking about that. A lot. Stormfront: I will never lie to you again. I will tell you everything. [pause] Starting with this. [Stormfront takes out a photograph of herself with an elderly woman] Homelander: Your grandmother? Stormfront: My daughter, Chloe. She died of Alzheimer's a few years ago. Homelander: …How old are you? Stormfront: I was born in 1919… in Berlin. [She flips through another photograph taken during the 1940s. She is at a Nazi gathering standing with another man.] Homelander: Is that you with… ? Stormfront: Heinrich Himmler. He was a lovely dancer. And that's Goebbels, and… the most important man in the room. [She flips to a third photograph of her and the man from the second photo on their wedding day] Homelander: Frederick Vought. Stormfront: He gave me the first successful V injection. He taught me everything. And then we fell in love, and he gave me a daughter. He made me, and his genius made you. [pause; Homelander starts pacing around the room] Frederick didn't care about all the fans or stardom or any of that shallow bullshit. We are in a war for the culture! The other races are grinding us down and taking what is rightfully ours, but we can fight back… with an army of supermen, millions strong! Because that is Vought's true destiny! And you will be the man who will lead us. You are everything that we dreamed of. So I love you with all of my heart. How could I not? Everyone I have ever loved is in the ground. And then, I found you. We found each other. And now, neither of us has to be alone ever again. And that... is the truth. [Homelander stares at Stormfront like he's about to hurt her, then pulls her in for a passionate kiss] "Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker" [2.07] [Butcher and Mallory watch Victoria Neuman negotiate with Lamplighter to have him as a key witness for the upcoming Supe hearing] Mallory: Put away that petulant look before you hurt someone with it. Butcher: I should be chuffed we're pissin' away the best asset we ever got our mitts on. Mallory: And your plan would be? Butcher: Same as always: Squeeze the cunt until he gives up the next cunt, then kill the fuck when we're done. Mallory: I have no doubt you'd be happy with that unending cycle of brutality. Butcher: How can you not want blood for what he done? Mallory: He's willing to speak against Vought at the hearing. We've never had Congress on our side before. Butcher: Congress? Please. What a bunch of corrupt fuckin' cunts they are. Neuman: Oh, come on. You're not the first person to call me a cunt, Mr. Butcher. I'm starting to think it's like a... badge of honor. Butcher: Term of endearment where I come from, love. Mallory: [to Neuman] Well? Neuman: Opposition's gonna have a field day with him. Disgruntled ex-Supe… I am fairly sure he's fucked half the Sacred Heart cheerleading squad. But yeah, he'll be a good witness. It's not enough, though. Butcher: Not enough? If torturin' and burnin' a bunch of mentals on Vought's say-so ain't enough for you Muppets, then what the fuck are you good for, huh? A strongly-worded tweet? [Hughie and Lamplighter watch porn while they stay behind. Hughie is clearly uncomfortable as Lamplighter looks through several DVDs.] Lamplighter: What do you wanna watch next? Uh, "Translucent: The Invisible Cock". "Queen Maeve: Pleasure Slave". Yeah, "Big Black Noir". Oh, "Starlight Pulls an A-Train". Hughie: I'm good. I'm good, thank you. Lamplighter: Okay. Different strokes, man. Hughie: Please don't say that in this context. [pause] You know, this isn't healthy, man. You can't watch porn while the… sun's out. Lamplighter: Look, if I get up at that hearing, I'm dead anyway. What difference does it make? Hughie: Okay. [Hughie picks up the TV remote to try and turn off the porn] Lamplighter: Drop the remote, or I'll burn your fucking face off. [Hughie drops the remote and continues reluctantly watching the porno for a few moments] Lamplighter: Did you know I was a prodigy? A fucking prodigy. I lit my first fire at four, burned my whole house down. My dad… he was so proud. "My son's a Supe". [pause] I was gonna do great things. I almost did. Now, look at me. I'm like the cuck in the porn, sitting on the sidelines while the real heroes are out there doing the fucking. Hughie: You wanna know why they left me to babysit you? Lamplighter: Because you're useless? Hughie: My mom… she, uh… [sighs] Never mind. After she was gone, I watched my dad do… nothing his whole life. But me, I thought I'd finally found… something. I thought I found what I was meant to do. But it turns out… I'm shit at that as well. You're not the cuck. I'm… the cuck. Lamplighter: Actually, you're worse. You're the cuck fluffer. [Hughie sees a press conference on the news, where Homelander reveals that Starlight is being held captive for working as a "mole" against The Seven] Hughie: Oh, my God. Fuck. Lamplighter: I bet you she's in 42D. Hughie: [tries calling Butcher on his phone] Come on, Butcher. Where are you? Lamplighter: If she's still alive. Hughie: Wait, what's 42D? Lamplighter: At the Tower. Supe-proof, mostly. Steel walls, six feet thick. Hughie: How do I get in? Lamplighter: Into the Tower? You don't. Sorry, man, but she's probably dead. Hughie: There's gotta be something… A secret entrance? Lamplighter: Maybe one or two, but forget it, man. It's crazy. Hughie: Okay, show me. Come with me. Lamplighter: You're still fucked up. Hughie: Exactly why I need your help. Lamplighter: Get your friends. Hughie: Butcher isn't picking up. The others are halfway across the state. We gotta go! Now! Listen, Vought screwed you over, right? They're trying to do the same thing to her. Lamplighter: This shit is over for me. My whole life is over, okay? Hughie: This is your last chance to be the hero again. Come on. Do you wanna be the cuck or do you wanna be the guy who… fucks the wife? Lamplighter: [pause] Okay, yeah. Hughie: Yeah, let's go fuck the wife. Consensually. [Elena is still tense around Maeve after watching the Flight 37 video] Elena: Hi. Queen Maeve: That was a fraught "hi". Elena: I'm going to my sister's for a while. Queen Maeve: I have a plan. You don't need to be scared of Homelander. Elena: That little girl… on the plane. What she must've gone through in those last few moments… I lie awake every night thinking about that. Queen Maeve: Me, too. Elena: But then, I start snowballing and wondering… How many other people have you killed, and what else have you done? Queen Maeve: I didn't have a choice. Elena: I'm not blaming you. I'm not. It is not your fault. Queen Maeve: Will you just… Will you–Will you sit down? Elena: And it's not fair. Queen Maeve: Will you sit down? Elena: I wish I were as strong as you… but I'm not. I just need time. [Maeve flips the dining table over in a fit of rage] Queen Maeve: Over and over, you… [sniffles] You said you wanted to see the real me. This is the real me. Elena: I know. I'm sorry. Stormfront: So, are you into anything that kids are into? Homelander: Yeah. Stormfront: Like, uh, NBA 2K? PewDiePie? Ryan: What's that? Stormfront: Uh, what about one of your dad's movies? Ryan: [to Homelander] You're in a movie? Homelander: [chuckles] I'm in a bunch of movies, man. Let's see, there's Homelander: Origins, Homelander: Rise of a Hero, Homelander: Darkest Day, Homelander: Brightest Night… Stormfront: Oh, your dad is so good in Homelander: Brightest Night. Homelander: Thank you. Ryan: Mom, can I see them? Becca: When you're old enough, we can talk about it, okay? Homelander: Ah, they're PG. He can see them now. You're old enough. Stormfront: You're absolutely old enough. Homelander: For sleepovers and baseball games and visits to Vought Land. Stormfront: Yeah. Did you know that your dad has his own rollercoaster? Ryan: Can I, Mom? Becca: We can talk about it. Homelander: Whenever you want. Becca: [to Homelander] I need to speak with you. Homelander: We're having a good time here, right? Becca: Outside. Now. Homelander: [pause] That's a great idea. [to Ryan and Stormfront] You two… stay here. Get to know each other better. [Homelander walks outside with Becca] Becca: I know what you're doing. Homelander: Nope, you don't. Becca: Yes, I do. I–I can see… Homelander: No, you do not. You could not possibly understand. [pause] I was raised the same way as him. That kid doesn't know anything about anything. When he sees the outside world, he's going to panic. Now, that's gonna fuck him up. I do not want my son to have to go through what I went through. His life… is different. Becca: [sighs] He has a mother. And I know that that means something to you–I do–and if you take him away from me, this… this whole world will feel so confusing and frightening. Homelander: Yes. But Rebecca, you… are lying to him. Becca: Because I love him. And I know a part of you loves him, too, and that you want what's best for him. But what's best for him is to be here with me–his mother. Look, we have this opportunity to give him a childhood you never had. We can do that if he's here with me. Please. I'm begging you, please. Butcher: What was he like? Vogelbaum: Who? Butcher: Homelander, growin' up as a lad, what was he like? Vogelbaum: I'm sure you don't wanna talk about this– Butcher: Oh, there is nothing I wanna talk about more. And who knows better than you? Vogelbaum: When he was a little boy, five or six, he was quite sweet. He'd cuddle up to me. He loved stories about Davey Crockett, Teddy Roosevelt, loved the idea of the woods, the forest. Manifest destiny. But, you know, I needed him to be the strongest man in the world. So I went to work on him. He didn't even want it. It was for me. Butcher: Hmm. And that wasn't your only sin, was it? It weren't Homelander who hid my wife away all them years. It ever occur to you, the pain you cause sorry bastards like me? Vogelbaum: At the time, it was barely a blip on my radar. Butcher: Tell me, Doctor... What's your radar tellin' you now? Vogelbaum: Do what you want to me, but I can't help you. My family would be in− Butcher: Your family's already in trouble. 'Cause I'm about to go into that room next door, to your daughter, and I'm gonna bash her brains out. And then, I'm gonna find your two sons, and their wives, and their little kiddies. Your whole fuckin' family dies today. Or... you help me. What's it gonna be, Doc? "What I Know" [2.08] Annie/Starlight: I need to ask you something. It's a lot. I need you to testify. Queen Maeve: Testify? Annie/Starlight: On the record. Against Vought, against Homelander, Stormfront, everything. Queen Maeve: Why would I do that? Annie/Starlight: Because things are really bad, and… you're our last chance. Queen Maeve: Pass. Annie/Starlight: Look, I get that it's dangerous. Queen Maeve: It's suicide, but that's not the reason. Annie/Starlight: Well, then, what is it? Queen Maeve: [shrugs] I'm tired. Hughie: We're all tired… but they're hurting people. And sooner or later, they're gonna hurt someone you love. Queen Maeve: Am I talking to you? Annie/Starlight: Look… I get that it's easier to just disappear inside of yourself. Trust me. It's all I wanna do, but we can't, Maeve. We can't. This is a war now, and we– Queen Maeve: Shut the fuck up. Christ, you… Haven't I done enough for you? [pause] Didn't I save your fucking life?! It doesn't matter what we do; nothing changes. Nothing ever changes or gets better… and I'm tired. Just leave. GO! TAKE YOUR FUCKING TWINK AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! Stan Edgar: Homelander's a friend. Why would I betray him? Butcher: Because you're a ruthless bastard. Edgar: That's hurtful. Butcher: You turned a racist piece of shite into America's sweetheart. Now, what word would you use? Edgar: [pause; sips water] Stormfront's good at making people angry. Angry people want Compound V. Compound V raises our stock price. Look, I'd have preferred V remained a secret, but we play with the cards we're dealt. It's not ruthless; it's prices per share. That's all. Butcher: Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, mate. 'Cause that bitch should bother you. Edgar: Of course she does. But it's not about me. I can't lash out like some raging, entitled maniac. That's a white man's luxury. Butcher: So it's just business, then, eh? Edgar: When, Mr. Butcher, in history, has it ever been about anything different? Becca: You remember the range at Fort Bragg? I was a better shot than you. Butcher: Well, you had a bloody good teacher, didn't ya? Becca: I like your friends. Especially Hughie. He's, uh… [chuckles] He's good for you. Butcher: Look, Becca... you ain't comin' with us. Becca: Bullshit. Ryan doesn't know you, he'll never come to you. Butcher: It's too dangerous, and I ain't gonna lose you again. Becca: He's my son, and I'm coming. [beat] I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise me that you will save him no matter what and you will get him back to me. Butcher: Yeah. Of course. Becca: You realize this isn't just about me, right? Like, he can't grow up like Homelander. You have to think of all of the people out there that he would… Swear to me, then. You swear to me on your brother's soul. Butcher: I swear to you. I swear to you on Lenny's soul. [Homelander tries to get Ryan to destroy a Deep action figure with his laser eyes. Ryan continues straining himself in an attempt to activate his powers.] Homelander: Keep going. You got it. That's it, don't give up. That's it, that's it. Keep going. Little more. Little more, you got it. [pause; Ryan exhales in defeat] Oh... hey, that's okay. You'll get it, you'll get it. Um… I know what. Imagine, um… Well, sometimes it helps to imagine someone you hate, okay? So, try that. Ryan: But at home, when I say "hate", I have to put a quarter in the swear jar. Homelander: Well, there's no swear jar here. So, you can hate away. [chuckles] Ryan: But I don't really hate anyone. Stormfront: Aw. Well, that is very sweet, Ryan. But it's not something we can afford. We're under attack. Ryan: We are? Stormfront: Bad guys wanna hurt us just 'cause of what we look like. They wanna wipe us from this Earth, just because of the color of our skin. Ryan: Really? Stormfront: It's called white genocide. And we're gonna need people like you to protect our kind. Stormfront: There you are, you slippery little bitch! I'm assuming it's you who sent all those lies to the press. Annie/Starlight: They're not lies! Stormfront: The pictures are clearly deepfakes, and you're a lying slut! People love what I have to say. They believe in it. They just don't like the word "Nazi", that's all. [...] Annie/Starlight: What about the truth? Stormfront: What truth? What is the truth? [beat; sees Kimiko laughing at her] And what are you laughing at? [Kimiko signs to Frenchie with a smirk] Frenchie: She says the truth is… she's gonna stick her boot up your Nazi kitty. Queen Maeve: Hey, Kraut. [Maeve punches Stormfront. As they fight, Kimiko resurrects and relocates her neck. Annie gets back up along with her and they both join Maeve in beating Stormfront to the ground.] Annie/Starlight: Eat my shit, you Nazi bitch! Die, you bitch! Frenchie: Girls do get it done. [Homelander finds Ryan frightened and guilty over accidentally killing Becca and brutally maiming Stormfront with his powers.] Homelander: Ryan? Did you do this? Ryan: I didn't mean to. Homelander: Let's go. Come here. Come. Ryan... Ryan, come here. [Ryan walks over to Butcher instead of to Homelander] Butcher: No. Homelander: [beat; laughs maniacally] He's mine. What, are you gonna blow yourself up to save the little shit that fucking murdered your wife? Butcher: I promised. Homelander: Have it your way. Queen Maeve: Stop. Homelander: What are you doing here? Queen Maeve: You're gonna let them go. Homelander: And if I don't? [Maeve plays the Flight 37 video on her phone and tauntingly shows it to Homelander] Queen Maeve: Let them go. You're gonna stop hunting Starlight, you're gonna leave me and Elena alone… or I release this. Homelander: If you do that… I'll destroy everything and everyone. Queen Maeve: Great. As long as everyone sees what a fucking monster you are. As long as no one ever loves you again. Victoria Neuman: Hugh Campbell. [shakes Hughie's hand] I don't know how to repay you for what you did. Hughie: You know, I can think of a way. Neuman: Oh? Hughie: You can... give me a job. Neuman: You serious? What about your team? Hughie: Don't get me wrong, I–I still wanna fight Vought. I just... I wanna do it the right way. Not covered in quite as many guts. Look, the truth is, I never totally fit in with the guys. And... I think it's time I stand on my own two feet. Neuman: They know you're here? Hughie: I haven't told them yet. Neuman: When can you start? External links The Boys season 2 Category:The Boys (TV series) seasons