All language subtitles for The.Boys_.S03E03.1080p.AMZN_.WEBRip.x264

All right, remember,

loose shoulders,
let your diaphragm do the rest,

and don't tense up
when you hit the high notes.

Mom, I can't. It hurts.

- It's just a little tummy ache.
- It's not my tummy.

- It's my side.
- What am I gonna say to you?

Pain is weakness
leaving the body.

That's right. We are winners.

And that means that we do
whatever it takes to win.

So you go out there
and just keep smiling.

Okay, baby?

All right.

You look beautiful.

Next up,
from Des Moines, Iowa...

...contestant 15,

Starlight.

My whole life,
rich people, powerful people

tried to muzzle me, cancel me,

keep me-me impotent
and-and obedient,

like I'm a puppet.

- You know what? It worked.
- Hey, Ashley,

what's crisis management
saying about this?

Sorry, Starlight, not now!

And guess what.

If they can control me,
then you can

bet your ass
they can control you.

They're already doing it.
You just don't realize it.

I'm done.

I am done apologizing.

I am done being persecuted
for my strength.

...done being persecuted
for my strength.

...persecuted for my strength.

...persecuted...
persecuted... persecuted...

You're up!

You're up!

- No knock?
- Oh, fuck, I'm sorry.

Um, I'm... Yeah,
I'm gonna come back later.

Wait.

What do you mean, I'm up?

21 points with your base.

What did you just say to me?

21 points.
They loved your speech.

A massive 44% uptick with
white males in the Rust Belt.

- Yes.
- I know.

Fuck yes. Yes!

They're saying you're confident
and unapologetic

and that you're not afraid to...

Keep fucking going, Ashley.
Don't stop.

- Um, I'm sorry, sir.
- What?

Um...

Uh... That's got
nothing to do with you.

Just keep going.
Not afraid to what?

Not afraid to be yourself.

They want me to be myself?

Now, um...

...you did slip seven points
with urban-area adults 18 to 34.

But it's not bad. It's good.

Because ultimately, everybody

loves you and Starlight
as a team.

Together, you have
a Q Rating of 98%.

No one's ever been that high.

Not Soldier Boy, not anyone.

Ninety-eight.

♪ I get straight,
meditate like a Buddhist...

I'm-a be back,
you got to police your shit.

This is the Flatiron Building.

It's a historic
motherfucking building.

We got to put some respect
on the building's name.

- Look at this.
- Uh-uh-uh.

Use a plate.

But I don't use
a plate when I eat

your mother's
sweet and savory vagin.

What is Kimiko doing?

- Are you kidding me? Come on.
- Oh, hey, hey. Come on.

Come on.
She's been suffering

the dreary sting of ennui, okay?

You give her some space.

- The prodigal son returns.
- What the fuck?

Hey, man.

Yeah, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are you t... Are you back?

We'll see.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm happy, but are-are you sure?

What the fuck
happened here, kid?

You jacking off
with razors again?

You know, you should
see the other guy.

Other guy's my penis.

- I missed you, kid.
- I missed you, too, man.

Come on, man.

Look, I know what
you're gonna say, and I just...

No, no, mate. I'm just chuffed

to have all the Boys back
under the same roof, all right?

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, there he was, right?

In his fancy pants,

lording it over us like the
viceroy of Vought Square, eh?

And that whole time,
he weren't nothing

- but a Supe's boot lick, eh?
- Yeah.

That,
my son, is a Lifetime Achievement

- at the Cunt of the Year Awards, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is.

- Yeah.
- It is a Lifetime Achievement.

- Are you done?
- No, mate,

I am just getting started,
believe you me.

Great, listen, we need to get
Ryan somewhere safe.

Vicky knows where he is,
because we fucking told her,

which means
Stan Edgar knows, too.

Yeah, one step ahead.

Colonel's already done
a runner with the boy.

They're well out of sight.

In fact, we were gonna
pay them a little visit.

We are?

Uh, Monsieur Charcutier,
uh, I cannot go.

- I have a matter of great importance.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I must've forgot to run it
by your bleeding secretary.

- It's an emergency.
- I-I'll go instead.

Nah, you skive off today,

and that congresswoman might
split your pretty little buns.

Yeah, thought of that.

Uh, Kimiko.

Kimiko? Hi.

Uh, can you please...
uh, break my arm?

Vicky will smell it
if I fake being sick,

so it's got to be real,
and it's got to last for days.

Fucking hell, Hughie.

At least
take something for the pain.

I got opium.

Government employees
can't fail a piss test.

Let's just get this
over with, okay?

Just do it pretty fast.

H-Hold, hold, hold up.

Have a seat, please.

Only been here three minutes,

and it's already
The Bold and the Batshit.

All right. Go ahead.

Okay.

Right here.

Clean break.
No permanent damage.

Yeah?

One, two...

What the shit?

I'm the first Super
in a hijab, aren't I?

So if I can get myself
into The Seven, lit, man.

So, we're thinking slot one
goes to Supersonic.

For girls 11 to 14,
he's a real panty-dropper.

That's horrifying.
Please never say that again.

He's also a slam dunk
for the Latinx market.

We are desperate to get
into Central and South America.

Did you know that salsa
is more popular than ketchup?

Is Supersonic
an ambitious second-generation

Mexican American
chasing his lifelong sueño

- of joining The Seven?
- Or is he chasing

a rekindled pasión
with Starlight?

Okay, you do know that I have
a boyfriend, right?

Love triangles,
they generate a 47% surge

in trending topics
on social platforms.

Fans will ship the fuck out of you.

Let me talk to him first.

Amazing. Uh, what do you think
of our second choice?

- Moonshadow.
- She's body positive

- but not too body positive.
- Still fuckable.

So fuckable.

No one asked you, Ashley.

Sorry, Ashley.

Okay, that's also horrifying,

but I'm thinking Silver Kincaid.

But she's, uh...

She's from Afghan...

- She's from England.
- ...is tan?

And she has the highest
rescue stats

of any of the finalists,
and she's

a UNICEF ambassador.

She's the most qualified.

Well, we're gonna have to run
all of this past Homelander,

- of course.
- Of course.

Actually, according to
my contract with Mr. Edgar,

I get final say
over the two slots.

So, why don't you run that
past Homelander,

hmm?

Bonjour, Cherie.

Did you bring the passports?

Hey.

What is wrong?

Serge, I fucked up.

I went back to work
for Little Nina.

Merde, Cherie.

Some of us can't get
cushy jobs at the CIA.

I was moving weight for her,

and these fucking assholes
boosted it.

Can you find them?

They wore masks.
I don't know who they were.

And I was high.

Okay.

How much?

Eleven kilos.

We pay her back.

We pay her back. We beg...

No, you know it's the principle
of the thing with Nina.

You remember Olivier?

How many pieces did she cut off
him while he was still alive?

Come with me.

We can go someplace warm.

Just you and me.

Huh?

Sorry.

Oh, Marvin.
What are you doing here?

Poor judgment, ma'am.

Butcher!

Hi.

Oh!

Oh, easy does it, lad.

Bloody death grip you got there.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Right as rain.

Come on in.

The fuck was that?

Didn't know he had it in him.

So, why did you come back?

Soldier Boy killed my family.

Are you sure
this place is secure?

We'll have to keep moving,
but for now, yes.

The only thing that
might give us away

is this clown show of yours
shambling onto my driveway.

Well...

I wouldn't be here
if this was just a phone call.

- Hey, Alex, just, um, come here for a second.
- Hey.

Um, why are you playing
my shitty song?

So he can't hear us.

They want to pick you
as one of the winners tonight.

♪ I first saw you...

- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.

And you need to say no.

- What? Why?
- Okay, listen.

I really wish someone told me

what I'm about to tell you.

There's something wrong
with Homelander.

Something broken.

He's threatened to murder me
more than once.

He's murdered other people,
and it's only getting worse.

And you're just gonna be
putting yourself

and your family in danger.

And pretty much
the rest of them, too.

They're so fucking cruel.
Trust me,

you don't want this.
Just say that you can't do it.

Say that your family is
having an emergency.

- Don't do it.
- Annie, Annie, Annie, stop... Annie, Annie, stop.

You just told me that...

all the shit I swallowed
for years... I mean, the band,

Vought's racism, it's all for,
it's all for nothing, right?

- Look, I'm so...
- Look, I need a second.

I'm really sorry, but, please,

you need to promise me
that you will leave

and you'll never look back.
Please.

So they chauffeuring you
around now, huh?

Like you Rihanna.

Never needed a license,
always just ran.

- How'd you know I'd be here?
- I'm your brother.

And I still know a few people.

So...

how bad is it?

Doctors say it's like playing
Russian roulette.

If I ever run again,
maybe nothing,

but maybe my heart...

You still on that blue shit?

That shit'll probably
kill me even faster.

Good. Then we can skip to the
part where I accept your apology

and you can come back
to the crib with me.

Sure the boys would love
to see you, man.

Butcher said you have powers.

Me, too.

Do you like yours?

Do you ever get scared of them?

Me, too.

Aunt Grace wanted
to get me a dog, but...

I told her no.

I was afraid I'd hurt it.

I'm sure you didn't mean it.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Neuman's head of the bureau
because I said so.

I tried to save her from

the attack on Congress
that she fucking caused.

Well, at least you
didn't spend the last year

getting her oat milk lattes

and every piece of intel
she asked for.

I would very much like to know
the plan to eliminate her.

Well, that depends

on what you can tell us

about your little holiday
down in Nicaragua.

- I've never been to Nicaragua.
- Really?

'Cause a little birdie told me

you were Payback's
case officer down there,

on a classified job

that Soldier Boy
never come back from.

Colonel?

Whatever it is William
thinks he may have heard,

he's mistaken.

Is he?

You know that safe

you got in your home office?

The one behind the picture
of Bush number one?

Well, I borrowed
a ledger from it,

the one with all your assets
around the world.

How long do you think them
and their families will last

when I put every one of their
fucking names on Facebook?

You'd sign the death warrants
of dozens of innocent people

who had nothing to do with this?

I'm embarrassed for the both
of us that you're asking.

Nicaragua's ancient history.

Not to mention I could be killed
just for telling you.

And all your agents
will get killed if you don't.

Blimey.

What a pickle.

It was part of Operation Charly.

Operation...

Charly?

Reagan's pet project,
off the books.

Help the Contra rebels fight
the Russian-backed Sandinistas,

but we needed a way
to pay for it.

Some of the cash
came from selling arms to Iran,

Oliver North's epic fuck up.

But the rest?

If there's one thing that
the Contras had plenty of,

it was cocaine.

I was in charge of trafficking
the coke into the U.S.

and then using the profits
to buy more weapons.

In the fight against the Reds,

whatever it took.

That's some
self-justifying bullshit.

Were you part of that
other thing, too?

What other thing?

She knows.

Tell him.

The unwritten policy

was to sell the cocaine strictly
to minority neighborhoods.

Destabilize, demoralize,
while staying out of white ones.

Late in '84, we were gearing up
for a major offensive,

so the higher-ups,
in their infinite wisdom,

decided it was the perfect time
to throw a wrench in the works.

- ♪ My body is burning...
- Fucking Payback.

Each more ridiculous
than the next.

Crimson Countess, Mind storm,

Swatto, the TNT Twins,

Noir, Gunpowder,

and the most idiotic
of them all...

What do you say, Gunpowder?

Give them the Fourth of July?

Let's light them up,
Soldier Boy.

Please put that down.

Ah, well,

didn't realize they made
case officers as pretty as you.

We're just having some fun.

Our munitions dump
is in that direction.

You're about to blow up
half the camp.

Put it down.

Now.

I do like the assertive type.

You know,
with a figure like yours,

you are wasted down here.

♪ Here I am,
rock you like a hurricane...

My humblest apologies.

I'm sure this is...
disorienting.

Let's start over.
Officer Grace Mallory, isn't it?

- Mm.
- Stanford Edgar.

I'm an associate
with Vought American.

Do you want to explain
what the fuck

this freak show's all about?

Vought American has entered
into a partnership

with the U.S. government in the
global war against communism.

- Oh.
- Payback will embed themselves

and fight alongside
the Contra rebels.

Think of it as a trial run.

A trial run for what?