Билли Бутчер / Мясник

It'll be different this go, all right? None of that 'secrets and lies' bollocks. And that Mallory shit ain't gonna happen this time.

I swear to God.

Are you bringing Frenchie back? 'Cause I can't work with that motherfucker.

Frenchie? No, I ain't seen him in years.

M.M., you're the only bloke I can trust.

Since when have you ever trusted anybody?

This kid is full of surprises.

Got a sample?

Not yet.

This could be heroin. It could be anything.

You don't trust me. Susan, I am shocked and saddened by that.

We were supposed to go on a date. Not a date, just, she asked me if I wanted to ask her for her number, and then we just kind of platonically exchanged information, but the word 'date' was never mentioned.

Call her back right now. You're fucking going.

As a rule, I don't usually go out after a gory massacre.

We're all shite by ourselves. We need each other, or we're fucking dead in the water.

I don't know how to blackmail anybody.

Hughie, you've done a murder. Comparatively speaking, this will be a piece of cake.

You're doing good, Hughie. And you're a good cunt.

Just remember who your friends and who your enemies are.

Any of that a problem?

No, gonna pass it up the chain. And, uh, while they hash it out, you and I go forward on good faith.

I'm fresh out of good faith.

I thought we agreed that you were never going to come out here.

Yeah, well, you taught me a thing or two about broken promises.

It's all about Homelander, isn't it?

And A-Train. This is your fucking shit, too, Hughie. I promised you payback, didn't I?

Mallory give you the same speech back in the day?

Yeah, she did. But she broke her promise. I'm keeping mine.

We have to save them.

For fuck's sakes, Hughie, we don't have time for this shit right now, okay? Now, get in the fucking car.

Then what? Becca comes back from the dead? Robin, too? This is never gonna stop. It's just gonna be more blood and awfulness.

That's the fucking game. If you don't like to play, why did you join the fucking team?

You called him?

I'm sorry, Petit Hughie. It's not a game now. We need a real captain.

Frenchie's right. This is a fucking mess, son. We got a Supe terrorist, Raynor's blown her canister, and we're the most wanted cunts in the country. But don't you worry. Daddy's home.

You promised I'd never see you again.

I promised not to come to your house again. A subtle but important distinction.