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Previously on doom patrol...

Let me take you out tonight.

Can you not ruin this
with the whole,

"I really like you" conversation

and just see it for what it is?

Something's wrong with my hand.
The fingers are all slow.

I'll look at it as soon as I finish
my very special breakfast.

- What does it feel like to be grown-up?
- Honestly, it can be stressful.

Mommy, I can do a little show,
dance, sing.

Darling, you have other talents.

Focus on those.

"Dear Jane, my most favoritest things
to do are run and sing."

"But when you take drugs,
I'm too sleepy to do either."

Dorothy grown-up.

I'm not listening to you anymore.

You a member of Gary's club?
Pirate radio truthers, team tinfoil hat?

Paul, it's me. Your dad.

We're having
a gathering at his place.

46 acorn street. You should come.

You're giving me an ultimatum.

Leave niles.
Or lose your post as primary.

This is not a negotiation, Jane.

Candlemaker?

Don't talk to me.
Talk to your little girl friends.

Life is but a dream

it's what you make it...

Here we go. Better late
than never, right?

You know, I had this whole plan laid out
in case you asked me out again.

I was gonna be all sweet and be like,
"sure, I'd love to."

And then ditch your ass.

Okay. So what happened?

You asked.

From now on...
From now on, let's just ease up.

Let's just see where this thing goes.

- I like that.
- Mmm.

Great.

So let's do it.
Let's see where this thing goes.

Oh, you got a little schmutz
right there.

Lethal engagement mode activated.

Grid, wait, wait.

This is fun. I'm glad we did this.

Grid, grid, grid, no, stop.
Grid, stop. No, no, no.

Oh, roni.

- What the hell, man?
- Sorry to disturb your night terror.

- It wasn't a night terror.
- Spooky wet dream, then. Whatever.

Have you seen a videotape?
It was in my room.

No. Why? What was on it?

The chief confessing to all
the horrific shit he's put me through.

Whoa!

Guess that's the new normal around here.

Uh, excuse me.

Did either of you come across a tape?

It's good to be here
with you again, Jane. Like old times.

It's not like old times.

It can never be like old times.

The stuff that Josh Clay
gave me is gone.

Really gone.

Are you experiencing
any withdrawal symptoms?

Is being a pathetic piece of shit
a withdrawal symptom?

I could see it running out.

When I wasn't obliterated
out of my fucking mind,

I thought about what I would do next.

What else could I shoot up
or snort to just...

I'm the only one
who can be primary and I fucked up.

They're all angry at me.

- You did what you needed.
- Fuck what I need.

It's not about me. It's about her.

We could start over.

Why don't we begin with drawing out
a new map of the underground?

Get a proper lay of the land,

and figure out each persona's
wants and needs.

Baby doll.

Oh, my god. Go away!
You're a bad man and a liar!

My darling, you are the last person
in the entire world

that I would ever want to hurt.

But you're right.

I'm bad and selfish...

And I'm sorry.

If you'd give me a chance,
I'd try and be better.

- I hate you.
- Oh, my poor, poorthing.

Everything hurts.

My... my face hurts and my throat hurts
and my head feels like bees.

Feel so... I feel so lonely.

And I'm already lonely
all the time.

There must be something I can do
to make those tears go away.

Baby doll...

This is Dorothy.

I love your pigtails.

I like yours.

Is this your room?

Oh, my gosh. Everything is so pretty.

And so fluffy.

- I'm sorry, um...
- It's okay.

You can play with him if you like.

- What's his name?
- Constable cork.

And this is Mallory.

Wow.

This is frank and Ramona.
They're married.

Attention, shoppers.

Don't miss our in-store special
on fertilizer.

Check out aisle five and stock up today.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for a Mickey Harris.

You found her. How can I help?

Oh, well, actually,
I'm here to help you.

This article says
the cloverton community players

are holding auditions,
and we should contact the director.

- Writer-director.
- I beg your pardon?

I'm the writer and the director for
the cloverton community players,

and this paper's old.

- Auditions were yesterday.
- Ah.

Well, Ms. Harris, I can see
that you're a busy person,

what with your writing and directing
and assistant-managing.

I would never dream
of wasting your time.

Trust me,
this will be more than worth it.

- Okay, let's go.
- Let's go.

Here? On aisle three?

- I assume you've prepared a monologue.
- Of course.

I can't bear it.
They're so young and beautiful.

Why did they ever have to get old?

Mama, I'm here.

I'm grown-up.

Mama.

Just look at me.

One minute...

- Clean-up on aisle five.
- Like you really saw me.

I'm sorry.
Sorry. Could we just try again?

Mickey,
price check on aisle six.

That's me, hon.

I think we're good.

Rita '84.

Battle of the network stars.
Jane/mama pentecost.

Where the fuck is that dumb,
shit-ass fucking tape?

The fuck?

- Looking for something?
- What the hell is all this?

Possible upgrades, brainstorms.
I'm not entirely sure yet.

Upgrades? For me?
Like cyborg type of shit?

Well, it was a thought, yes,

but what Victor stone has
isn't what cliff Steele needs.

How would you feel about regaining
more human aspects of your body?

Which human aspects?

I'd like to give you
a somatosensory system.

A sense of... touch.

And this psycho shit's
your idea for me to become more human?

No. God, no.

That sketch, all of those sketches,
are just musings.

Bad ideas, excrement that I have to pass

before I can
hopefully lay the golden egg.

Is this just a trick?

Trying to buy some time off
from me hating you,

or can you really pull this off?

Because false hope
is the last thing I need, chief.

After everything we've been through,
I think we're past tricks.

But I do need to ask for your Patience.

To see this to fruition will take years.

- Decades, maybe.
- Do you even have decades?

Right. Patience.

What are you up to?
Are you ordering food?

Can I see a menu?

- I just made a date to see my son, Paul.
- Sounds promising.

We're going to clean out
my dead son's house.

Sounds unnerving.

He's trying to get rid of it
and move on.

I figured helping him
is the least I could do.

When he asked who was calling,
I said Larry trainor.

- I didn't know what else to say.
- At least you said something.

All things considered,
you're having a far better day than me.

You auditioned.

My mouth opened. Words came out.

But I don't know
if I'd call it an audition

any more than I'd call myself an actor.

How about you make that drink to go?

Cliff.

Hi, cliffie.

- How are you, cliff?
- Top shelf.

So are you two running buddies now?
Two little masters of disaster? Nice.

Yes, siree. We're very close friends.

Hey.

Those two are just
cuter than shit.

Man, you missed out
on a killer tea party.

- What?
- What?

B-a-b-y d-o-I-I.

Who's the best? Baby doll!

Do you want me to make you a song?
I'm really good at it.

D-o-r-y... no, wait.

D-o-r-o-t-e-e. Dorotee!

Why don't we sit down for a bit?

No, no.

The grass is lava.

- I'm tired.
- No, don't be tired.

We'll play something else.

Tag.

Pirate ship. Arr!

Pirate ship?

An infant game for infant girls.

Oh, now you're talking to me.

I thought I told you,
I'm not a grown-up.

Quick. You have to spin.

If you don't spin,
the world will explode.

Iwin. Iwin.
I'm the greatest spinning machine. Whoa!

I feel your vexation, dear one.

- Stop it.
- Every fruit must ripen.

- Even you.
- Stop it.

- Who are you talking to?
- No one.

Just a friend.

From inside your head?

I have lots of friends in there.

Can I meet them? Please, please, please?

- You have to be polite.
- I'm always polite.

- Promise?
- Uh-huh.

You won't get scared?

No. Why? Are they scary?

No. But he's big
and he smells like a wet dog.

He was the first friend I ever made.
He was my mama's friend first.

She said that he knew I was in
her belly before she even did.

When mama was gone,

he followed me to the new world
and he kept me safe.

It was just the two of us
for a long time.

It's okay. He's nice. I call him Manny.

Wait. Where'd he go?

Bring him back.

I told you to be polite.

I was.

Dorothy.

Come back.

They put stickers on us.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know.
And the puffy ones are hard to get off.

Let me ask you something.
Can you feel stuff?

Like cold stuff, hot stuff,
wet stuff, fuzzy stuff.

Tactile sensors. Yeah.

My dad put them in
during my first surgery. Why?

Chief thinks he could
rebuild my sense of touch.

- Congratulations, man.
- He also said it would take decades.

- Which would be fine if he wasn't dying.
- Niles always finds a way.

You know who else always
finds a way and isn't dying? Your dad.

You know how they say
the longer you're away from people,

the harder it is to remember
what they look like?

Well, I have that but with sensations.

I used to hold my arm out
when it was raining,

feeling the drops hitting my skin.

I remember doing that,
but not the feeling.

Running my hands through my wife's hair.

In my head, I know it felt amazing,

but I don't know at the same time.

It's all floating away from me.

Hey. Looks like you crashed.

Who are you?

That's my father, Toby.

Dex...

This is Larry trainor, your grandfather.

Wow.

I'm not sure what to say.

Nice to meet you.

Works for me.

Oh, uh, this is Rita.

- My dear friend.
- Charmed.

We're glad you're here.

So... where should we start?

It's quiet down here without baby doll.

Oh, she'sjust running and singing
up top,

like she's always wanted.

I know you don't like anything

and you're not wild about
the attachments we're making here,

but it's baby doll's job
to spin around in circles

and laugh till her sides hurt

and have real,
genuine fun making friends.

If we didn't need that...

No. If the girl didn't need that,
baby doll wouldn't exist.

Kids fight, Jane.

And when that happens,
whose side do you think

Dorothy's own fucking father's
gonna choose?

Do you think baby doll can handle that?

Dorothy.

I'm sorry, baby doll.

She was so tired from
such a fun day with you,

she fell asleep in my room,
and she really does need her rest.

Maybe you'd like to take
a little nap, too.

- I'm not tired. Iwanna play.
- Oh.

Oh, you know I adore you, baby doll,

but I really think I'm getting
a little old and creaky for play.

Fine.

I certainly hope everyone's being polite
and good to the new friends we've made.

I'd be very disappointed if someone
decided to be a sour little girl.

You want me to install
cyborg technology in you?

That's the pitch?

I can tell you're a man
who likes a challenge.

What's a bigger challenge than this guy?

You told him it was a good idea?

I told him nobody gets anything
if they don't ask.

Come on. Just imagine digging
through the mess niles made,

then building a better me
and then shoving it in niles' face.

- Man, you do not break your stride.
- My tech is cutting-edge.

Niles' tech isn't even tech.
It's spare parts. They're incompatible.

Like trying to connect
an iPhone to a telegraph.

But if anyone could connect
those two, it's you.

I mean, just look at
what you've done with Vic.

- You're a genius.
- Look, dad...

I'm sorry for what has happened to you.
I truly am.

But what I did for Victor was surgery.

What niles did to you?

Manslaughter at best.

He's a criminal.

If I help him do anything to you,
that would make me an accessory.

I cannot do that.

What the fuck?

Hey, buddy.

What do you got there?

You know, I know somebody
that resembles this.

Does it hurt?

Sometimes. But not right now.

Right now I feel pretty good.

Hey, Toby.
Tell your dad to spark up the grill.

Your old gramp's
getting a little hungry.

Congratulations, Paul.

Your family's... perfect.

You wouldn't say that
if you were at Thanksgiving.

Here. Let me show you
what to do with that.

Three piles here. We got, uh, sell,
keep and throw away.

Wife's idea.

She got it from some TV show
about a Japanese condo or something.

If it doesn't spark joy, it must go.

Roger that.

A lot of mom's stuff.

- She lived here for a while.
- She did?

It must have been hard for her
with Gary's conspiracy theories.

Actually, she was the one
who got him into all that stuff.

What? Sheryl?

Wow. I had no idea.

How could you? You weren't here.

There is a cute, absolutely mint
pencil skirt in the "keep" pile.

Perhaps it could wind up
in the "give to Rita" pile.

- It was my wife's.
- Then never mind.

I don't know if this was the best idea.

No. It's good that you're here.

Good for you and Paul
to say what you want to say,

yell what you want to yell.

Hey, nobody said anything about yelling.

And why not?
This is an opportunity, Larry.

For you to air your dirty laundry.

Express your love,
get to know one another.

Real catharsis.

I wish that I could have
done that with my mother.

I'm gonna get you.
I'm gonna get you.

- Get him. Get him.
- Oh, no.

Got him.

I'm proud of you, Larry.

Geez.
And I thought I hated the chief.

Your old man makes me look like a piker.

Man, they got history.

What are we doing here?
Shouldn't we be headed home?

- I used to patrol this area.
- Okay.

Wait. Is that what this is?

- Are we patrolling?
- No.

'Cause I've been thinking about this.

We both know I got
a lot of anger in me, right?

What if the best way for me to manage it

is to blow a hot load of rage
all over some bad guys?

- Bust some perps with you.
- What?

Don't judge. Not till you hear
our super-team name.

Steele and stone.

I'm cliff Steele, you're Vic stone.

Wait. Hold on.

So you think I'm here
to fight crime? With you?

I think you're thinking about it

and I think you're thinking
it sounds pretty fucking cool.

No. There's this woman.

Roni. That's her place.

We were seeing each other.

I'm so glad you feel
comfortable sharing this.

There's been this unspoken bet
between all of us

about whether or not you have a shlong.

We were seeing each other...

And then I kind of just freaked out.
Took off.

Man, I just...
I can't stop thinking about her.

Ah.

Patch-up job. What's the plan?

Sandwiches?

I mean, we were supposed to go
for subs when I stood her up.

And so I figured I'd get these
as a kind gesture, you know.

- Better late than never, right?
- Smooth...

As a sandpaper strap-on.

Hey, yo, man, what's up?
Hey, that's wasteful.

Look, I know I may not look it anymore,

but I used to be good
at getting the ladies

and even better
at getting them to forgive me.

All right. So what's your plan?

You're gonna go in there.
You're gonna knock on her door.

And then you will say, "I'm stupid.

I fucked up. I'm sorry."

What? That's it?

Bro, it's verbal astroglide.

Steele and stone forever.

What do you want?

I'm stupid, I fucked up and I'm sorry.

- It's okay. I get it.
- You do?

It's not like I expected you to stick
around after I gave you those files.

So that was some sort of test?

Does it mean anything that I came back?

- Can I help you?
- I got it.

You can slice the bread.

- Three cheeses?
- Cheddar, blue, brie.

- Meats?
- Ham and Turkey.

No sausage?

Don't push it.

What are you making?

Well, hello there.
It's the magical disappearing Dorothy.

You hungry?

- You want a kitchen-sink sandwich?
- What's a kitchen-sink sandwich?

It happens to be
Jane's favorite.

But it could be your favorite, too.

Go on.

Are you ready now

to get on down...

Mmm.
You're looking fine, pretty baby.

You ready to get stuck, bitch?

Not tonight, motherfucker.

Time to take out the trash.

Booyah.

Nice work, rookie. Phew!

Next time, you can hide in the garbage
and I'll wear the wig.

Please. We know who's prettiest.

Steele and stone.
A morilar production.

Steele and stone getting it done

Steele and stone
trouble's on the run

Huh? Oh! Oh, shit.

Uh... uh...

Oh, shit!

Ta-da.

Hey, get the fuck away
from the car.

- What the fuck?
- That's my line, asshole.

Whoo! Steele, baby.

What the... wait.
Come on. Not now. Damn it. No.

Holy shit.

I'm sorry. Oh, shit.

I'm sorry! I'm...

Holy shit. I'm sorry. Shit.

I'm sorry. It wasn't me.
It was my dumb-ass arm. I'm sorry.

Hmm.

Would it have killed her
to let me start my monologue over?

I'm sorry. Hey, bud,
you like char on your dog? Yeah?

Oh, who am I kidding?

I could have started 1,000 times
and I still would have collapsed.

I wanted it too badly.

To prove to mother that
I could land a role on my own

and when I want something,

that's when that tumor
of a thought bursts into my mind.

- You, uh... you close with your mom?
- God, no.

That witch died ages ago.
But she haunts me.

The things she did,
they haunt me.

Yeah.

Oops, I, uh, forgot the ketchup.
Excuse me.

Your father seems nice enough,
and I'm sure he means well.

But don't ever let him crush your spirit
and step on your dreams.

Excuse me.

Hello. This is she.

I see.

I see.

I can.

Yes. Thank you.

That was Mickey Harris.

The writer-director
for the cloverton community players.

It seems several of the cast shared
a tainted didgeridoo while on vacation

and have come down with mono.

They need me. I'm in the play.

Do you hear that, mother? I did it.

What are you thinking right now?

If you want to leave or not.

It's okay. You can go.

Is this some kind of test?

'Cause I don't wanna do that no more.

Those files I gave you were a warning,
about who I am.

Who you were.

So you made some bad choices.
Everyone does.

It's easy to make bad choices
when all you have are bad options.

There are only a few ways
to get out of here.

That's getting mixed
in some bullshit on the street,

stumbling over a pot of gold
and going to college, or the military.

There's nothing wrong with the military.

Out of the three, I guess not.

Is that how you got these?

That's where it started.

This ied outside of Baghdad.

It was fucked up.

Next thing I know,

I'm in the hospital...
Thinking about coming back here.

So when quorum approached me...

You know them?

I know they're into
some scandalous shit.

Yeah, well, they gave me
a different option.

I could go back home
and try to figure out my life,

or I could work quiet missions for them.

But quiet missions for quorum,
they require something more than human.

They gave you enhancements.

And when I fucked up big enough,
they took them away.

Some of it was my fault.

A lot of it was my fault.

Worse than anything
in those files I sent you.

Power is one hell of a drug.

Someone once told me...

Not to judge someone by
the worst things they've done.

That's assuming
the worst is behind them.

Hey.

You're not a bad person, roni.

I don't wanna be.

Can I help?

Uh, there's a box over here for you.

A couple of days after the crash,

a few guys from your unit
cleaned out your locker.

I thought you might want it if,
you know, you came back.

Gary never cried so hard as he did
over how much you hated that thing.

You should have seen
the look on his face...

When he saw that you'd kept it anyway.

He nailed it.

I was just too much
of an asshole to see it then.

This was John's.

My ground crew chief.

He was also my lover.

I'm gay.

I wish I could have
admitted that to your mother.

She always knew...

But I wish I'd just given her that.
A way out.

But I was selfish... and I was scared.

Thank you. Uh...

Thank you for telling me.
Mom never mentioned it.

I guess it's my turn to be honest.

When they told us you'd
finally died from your injuries, she...

There were days of herjust...

Sprawled out
on the bedroom floor crying.

- Oh, Paul, I had no...
- No, she tried to move on. I mean...

We bounced around. Guys came and went.
Then one nut, Wayne, he showed up.

Filled her head with a lot
of crackpot nonsense.

Said you weren't really dead.
Said it was a big government cover-up.

I left Gary behind to get sucked
into her world...

And went out
to follow in your footsteps,

thinking I was paying tribute
to my hero father.

I kept telling myself,
"you just survive."

Survive the tours,

survive watching my mother
drive herself to the grave,

survive Gary taking his own life.

And I was standing there...

By his casket...

And, god damn,
if I didn't feel a sense of peace.

Then there you were.

I had no idea
I was carrying so much of it.

The anger. The hatred.

That's when I realized I didn't survive.

No one survives Larry trainor.

Larry!

Captain trainor.

What's going on?

I needed some answers
after Gary's funeral,

so I did some digging, all the way
to the department of defense.

I'm sending you back where you belong.

I'm not going anywhere.
Negative spirit, release.

- What the hell is that?
- Dad, what's going on?

Toby, get in the house.

No!

- Are you hurt? Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

- Dad!
- Dex!

Dex! Dex. Dex.

- What have you done?
- Larry.

What have you done?

- Oh, my god. Paul.
- You're a curse on this family.

Larry, we have to go.

Paul.

- I'm so sorry.
- Dad.

Baby doll?

I'm sorry.
I don't feel like playing right now.

To be honest, baby doll...

I think I might be a little bit
too big for some of your games.

- Your dad is a bad man.
- What?

He hurt me.

He hurt everyone in this house
and that's why everyone hates him.

- That's not true.
- It is. He's bad.

- Worse than bad. He's evil.
- You're just hurt.

And sometimes hurt feelings
make us say bad things.

- Things that aren't true.
- I'm not lying.

I was being mean.

I shouldn't have said
I was too big for games.

- Why don't we play one, before bed?
- You're just...

You're the seeker, I'm the hider.

Ready or not, here I come.

Dorothy.

Dorothy?

Ow!

That's what you get,
you lying little baby.

What are you doing? Stop.

- Baby doll, let me out.
- No.

I'll tell on you. I'll tell papa.

And I'll turn on the fire
so you won't tell.

No, no, no. Stop. Stop it! Stop it!
No! Stop, stop, stop! Stop!

Manny!

Manny!

Our friend is dead.

Manny!

Make a wish.

Dorothy, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm...

Make a wish.

He's coming! Don't let him get me!

Baby doll.

Get back.

Let's get out of here.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

It's okay. It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay. Come on.

- Get out of here. This isn't your job.
- Hammerhead, no!

Come at us, you fucking fuck!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.