The Boys Presents: Diabolical (TV Series)

I'm Your Pusher (2022)

Kieran Culkin: O.D.

Quotes 

• O.D. : [to Butcher; re: The Great Wide Wonder and Ironcast]  Why, man? I mean, why do you want to fuck with these fucking guys anyway?

  O.D. : [to O.D]  Your mate there, The Great Wide Wonder. He was at a party last year. Private celebration after he gave the commencement address to Columbia. Took a couple of honor students for well, I suppose you'd call it a flying fuck. Thing is, it's a bit fucking cold way up there. By the time they twigged, he didn't give a shit, and it was part of the fun for him, it was too late. As far as we know, they're still up there in orbit.

  O.D. : [horrified]  Jesus fucking Christ. Never heard anything like that.

  Hughie : [to O.D.; re: his dead girlfriend Robin]  Everyone we know's got a story like that.

• O.D. : [hearing someone knocking on the door]  Ugh! Fuck off already! What the fuck, man?

  [opens door] 

  O.D. : Go the fuck away!

  [looks down and sees Terror. Butcher appears from behind] 

  Butcher : [to O.D]  You alright my son?

  [grabs O.D. by the throat] 

  Butcher : Know who I am?

  O.D. : [to Butcher; confused]  Who?

  Butcher : [to O.D]  Good. Let's keep it that way.

  O.D. : [thrown into a chair by Butcher]  Jesus.

  Butcher : [to O.D.; sits down in a chair opposite from O.D]  Oswald Deneeka, drug dealer to the superhuman community. Whatever they want, you get.

  O.D. : [to Butcher]  Exactly, motherfucker. So you know who I can call and what they can do to you. So get the fuck out of here, before I...

  Butcher : [to O.D.; interrupting]  Where do you keep all the dead kids' blood, then? Eh? Up here?

  O.D. : [to Butcher; lying]  I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

  Butcher : [to O.D]  'Course you do. Dead kids' blood, you know, from leukemia and fibrosis and that. The big metal cunt, Ironcast. He drinks it recreationally. Says he can taste the despair. Also says it's the only thing that raises the flag these days.

  [noticing O.D. is unease; imitating O.D] 

  Butcher : Oh, fuck, he knows. How the fuck can he know? How?. But I know everything, mate, rest assured. I know you get crystal for them two muppets, A-Train and Jack from Jupiter. I know you get Queen Maeve her happy pills. And I know you get coke for that cunt the Homelander. Cut with human adrenaline, the way he likes it. Wonder who that comes from? Never mind. It pays for all this, doesn't it? Oh, and don't you supply the Great Wide Wonder? 'Course, he's not one of the Seven, but a customer's a customer, right? Tell me something, son. What's he into?

  O.D. : [to Butcher]  I'm not telling you a fucking thing.

  [Tense beat] 

  O.D. : Okay. All right. All right! Enemas.

  Butcher : [to O.D.; not surprised]  Is that right?

  O.D. : [to Butcher]  Heroin enemas, man. I'm the only one he trusts to fix them right.

  Butcher : [to O.D.; pulls out a purple serum]  Stroll on. Well, when you're doing what only you can do for him, you're gonna make sure this finds its way into the mix.

  O.D. : [to Butcher; re: serum]  What is that?

  Butcher : [to O.D.; re: Frenchie]  It's something a mad French bastard I know came up with. Said it'll suit the Great Wide Wonder right down to the ground.

  O.D. : [walks around his apartment and notices a syringe]  Okay. Okay, I mean, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?

  [picks up the syringe and tries to attack Butcher] 

  O.D. : Die, you old fucker!

  [gets his arm grasped by Butcher is held over the balcony, causing his sunglasses to fall off his face; to Butcher] 

  O.D. : No, no, no, please. Oh, God! Oh, God, no. No, no, no!

  Butcher : [to O.D]  You'll believe a cunt can fly. Except you won't.

  O.D. : Aah! Oh, God. Please. Oh, fuck.

  [seemingly falls only to be brought back up by Butcher] 

  Butcher : [to O.D]  Come on, O.D. What bloody use would you be to me spread all over the street like strawberry jam? Nah, what I'll do if you don't slip this shit to the Great Wide Wanker is call a nasty bastard I know at the D.E.A. You know what your supes will do for you then, don't ya?

  O.D. : [picturing the worst]  Oh, geez, fuck.

  O.D. : [to O.D.; re: serum]  Fuck off at warp factor nine, that's what they'll do, leaving you on your Jack Jones. And you know where you'll end up after that? Prison, where you'll spend the rest of your days with huge and horrible men using you as a condom while they make huge and horrible love. I'll be in touch. You just make sure he gets the good news like I told you.

  Butcher : Oh, Jesus, man. What did I do to deserve this?

  O.D. : [looks back at O.D. and laughs]  Come on, Terror. Off we go, mate.

  [Terror follows Butcher]