Original subtitles

Okay, so the idea... is that we're going to be synchronized. Yes.

Right, because it's going to be much more impressive.

Yes, it's called "Woman Petting Cat."

You can change into a cat?

Well, yes, of course I can turn into a cat.

I can turn into anything I like.

That said, I will not be turning into a cat.

I will be turning into a bird.

A bird!

Why?

Because I'm allergic to cats.

'Cause Shelly's allergic to cats.

I can't be near them.

And neither of us could be fucked changing the title.

Yes. No, you are my catbird.

Wow, this is the most amazing thing I have ever heard.

Mmm-hmm, catbird.

This is going to be a smash success.

When people see that you can change

from a bird into a woman,

they will be absolutely captivated.

Yeah, well, that's not what it's about, Bendy.

No, no.

My power is my power.

My art is my art.

The project isn't about a woman transforming.

It's about a woman becoming herself, like both of us.

Yes, the dance will showcase our inner selves,

far more than any meta-human abilities ever could.

That is why we make art, Bendy.

The world is complicated,

even when they try to make it simple.

Weapon, not a weapon, weapon, not a weapon. See what I mean?

Absolutely, I do.

Art is the only path.

The only path through this messy life

is paved with moments of pure expression.

What will your dance be?

My dance? Yes.

Oh, here we are.

Feel yourself. Here we go.

Very good.

[exhaling, singing] ♪ Love me ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Love me ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Love me ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Please ♪

♪ Love me ♪

♪ Don't look at me ♪

♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

-♪ Please ♪ -♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

♪ Love her ♪

♪ Don't look at her ♪

♪ Love her ♪

-♪ Don't look at her ♪

Yes, yes. Yes!

That was a moment of pure expression.

It was a lie... all of it.

You may have been able to spin things with the Sisterhood,

but you can't fool me.

I was there in 1949.

You never wanted to change the world through art.

You never even cared about expression.

All you cared about was influence.

Increasing your influence and gaining power.

Those weren't lies.

They were just truths that changed over time.

Shut up!

I have listened to your holier-than-thou theater critic

bullshit for 30 years. I'm sick of it.

Fine. Have it your way.

I don't need tea and sympathy.

It's...

It's over.

Just let me go.

I'll just hop in the time machine and disappear.

The time machine is gone.

I hid it away.

Somewhere you'll never find.

I won't let you ruin anything else.

I'm ending this.

There's nowhere left for you to go.

Well, we...

both know that's not true.

Yeah, that little stunt you pulled with the Sisterhood of Dada

brought my memories flooding back.

Finally, I know where I belong.

The Brotherhood of Evil will welcome me back with open arms.

The Brotherhood of Evil?

Yeah. Brotherhood of Evil, yup.

Okay.

Niles defeated them.

Not long after you left on your misguided mission.

So, it's over, Madame Rouge.

The Brotherhood of Evil is gone.

Now I'll just bring it back.

Mmm-hmm.

What you want...

I can't give you.

What I want...

was taken from me.

Taken from me by you.

You stole my life.

And I will not stop until I have ended yours.

Well, you keep saying that, Bendy.

But if you're still looking for a fight,

why don't you take a shot?

Tell me it's not true.

Cliff, you are not going to believe the dimples on this thing.

You went back and got him? Yeah, I did.

Lare-Bear!

I am so proud of you.

And I wasn't sure if I was ready to be a father again.

But when you're raising a space parasite,

are you ever really ready?

Everything's been so crazy lately.

The flagellation, Rita's time machine...

We haven't had a chance to celebrate the good shit.

Ooh, yeah.

Can I hold it? Please.

Um...

Wait, is it peek-a-boo or keeg-a-boo?

Yeah, I think it's "peek."

Keeg-a-boo!

You know, I should probably put him down for a nap.

He might be getting tired.

Keeg-a-boo! There will be plenty of time to play later.

Hey, if I could-- You don't really think

that we're going to give it back to you, do you?

Yeah.

No hard feelings, Mummy-daddy.

It's just...

you're not really capable of fatherly love.

Think about what happened to your son.

He killed himself.

No, not that son, the other son.

The one who decided that the best relationship

they could manage was no relationship at all.

What? No, I don't--

That's not--

I can be a better father than either of you.

I am ready for this.

"I am ready for this!"

I can be better.

I have to be.

I have to be better.

Oh, my God.

What the...

Did you do this?

Wait.

The dream. You felt it, didn't you?

You can sense my emotions.

My old friend could too.

This feels different somehow.

Painful.

I'm scared.

I can sense your emotions too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Being around me and my problems can feel like torture.

This time, I have to be better.

Procedure was painless.

Basically, they rewrote the nanotech that you designed.

Underneath...

I'm still mechanical.

Changes are only skin deep.

Only cost you your powers.

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

I've had a lot of time to reflect lately.

The whole world has.

Thanks to...

whatever the hell we all just went through...

Don't explain it.

I really don't need to know.

Just glad it's over.

It's not very often that, uh,

I get to visit my son in a hospital these days.

First time?

Greatest day of my life.

No lie.

And you were a newborn.

And I promised to keep you

from ending up back in that hospital.

But...

real life doesn't work like that.

Yeah. Second time.

You had appendicitis.

Oof! Boy, you're tough.

Didn't let your mom see you cry.

Third time.

Third time was right after your first varsity football game.

You'd sprained your ankle.

But you gritted it out.

You threw the go-ahead score to win it all.

I should have been happy for you,

but I was angry.

Angry because if the injury were any worse,

that might have been your last game.

And I wasn't there for it.

I figured you had to work late, so...

There was a new security guard at S.T.A.R. Labs.

It was dark out.

I was rushing to make it to your game.

But, man, I couldn't find my damn keys.

That man...

he made assumptions.

He stalked me.

Detained me.

He held me down.

I can still hear him.

He was overweight, wheezing...

I could've taken him.

But what then?

Would he have tried to kill me?

Would he have pressed charges?

There are wings of that building

that will be named after me.

And in less than a millisecond,

everything I had earned meant absolutely nothing.

Dad.

I never knew.

You weren't born yesterday, Victor.

You live in the same world I do.

You didn't need your father to tell you

that this is how it is!

Anyway, that moment right there

was all I could think about

the last time you were in the hospital.

A moment where I had a choice.

Not just to save my son's life,

but to give him a suit of armor.

To build it into something the world could not tear down,

build him into something that could walk the world free.

You once asked me why I chose to make you Cyborg.

That's the answer.

That might be your answer...

but that was not the solution.

I mean, don't you recognize that?

Like... after all that,

what the hell did you turn me into?

I am a S.T.A.R. Lab security guard!

You traded my humanity for a symbol.

You robbed me of the chance to define myself.

Why the hell would I give a fuck about how people see me?

I've been standing before my father this entire time,

appearing as the man I used to be,

and he won't even embrace me.

He can't even look at me.

My own father won't even bring himself to hug his own son.

All he can think about is fear.

You wanted me to walk through this world free?

Well, I want to walk the world as the man I was born to be.

Kay, wait.

We need to talk about what happened.

The others, where did they go?

I don't know where they went, but I'm glad they're gone.

They knew I didn't need them anymore.

I want to feel like I did in the sweet shop again.

In the fog.

I like that feeling too, but it couldn't last forever.

I know what you're feeling.

I know what you want.

But things aren't always as simple as we want them to be.

Let's just think for a moment.

You must be wondering what happened to the others.

I am too.

We can figure it out together.

Sometimes I wonder if you understand me at all.

God!

I hope you know what you're doing, Kay.

I don't think this place is meant to be empty.

Hello, who may I ask is calling?

Yeah, it's... It's me.

It's Laura. Laura De Mille.

Who?

Ah, sorry.

Madame Rouge.

Who?

Fair enough.

1949, I was recruited to travel to the future,

which is now-now, present time.

Um, my mission went a bit sideways.

Therefore, I'm no longer able to travel back to my present.

So I'm currently here in your present...

presently.

Reporting for duty, sir.

No.

Oh. Sorry, your accent.

You sounded like you said no.

I said no.

You are not welcome here.

This is a retirement community.

We are retired.

We have no need for this frivolity.

Your absurd and overly complicated problems

are not welcome here.

Okay, um, my apologies,

but, um, perhaps I'm in the wrong place.

But I was told that I could find

the... Brotherhood of Evil here.

What's going on, Mallah?

Did I hear someone mention the Brotherhood of Evil?

Yes. Yes.

Is it one of our fans,

or a member of the enthusiast press?

Pardon, monsieur. It is none of your concern.

None of my concern?

Unless it's another one of your taffy-of-the-month deliveries,

it's absolutely my concern.

Buzz them in.

Okay. Thank you. Thanks very much

Yo, Cliff!

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Nice to see you too.

Is this real?

Or did a magic bird do this shit to you too?

It's real.

Uh, it's still tech, but it's real.

What do you think? What do I think?

What the fuck does General Tony think?

So this, Kay, is the Brotherhood of Evil.

They're a group of the most sinister villains of all time

in the 1950s.

They're horrible.

And the worst one of them all, of course, is Madame Rouge.

But not to worry.

I have come up with a plan

to vanquish them once and for all.

Speaking of, what sort of superpowers do you have?

Oh.

I don't have powers.

I see. And the other personas? They're gone.

It's just me.

How lovely.

Wow.

Well, we are so happy to have you aboard, Kay.

Welcome.

What'd we miss?

Yup, I'm back.

Victor, what have you done?

What have I done?

Sorry. I mean...

look at you.

Congratulations.

You look amazing.

Yeah, we're all thrilled for Vic.

But I'm still a little confused,

like, why did you even come back?

I live here.

Guys, come on.

I'm not a subconscious.

I'm not a zombie, and this isn't the afterlife.

It's still me, same Vic.

Still part of the team.

Do you still have powers?

No.

Let's arm wrestle.

Winner gets to call himself Cyborg from now on.

Cliff!

I'm sorry. It's just a lot to process.

You spent 30 years in the past and didn't change at all.

Vic goes away for a three-day weekend and changes everything.

Well, who said I didn't change?

Hey, can you guys keep it down, please?

Sorry, I'm late.

Trying to take things a bit easier these days,

you know, for the baby.

Unless that thing's colorblind, you're only making life harder.

I like it.

Thanks, Kay.

Kay? Holy shit! Has everyone fixed their shit?

Slap on some synth skin or some fucking Tommy Bahama

and everyone's problems are solved.

I'm beginning to wonder

we all had the same flagellation.

Welcome back, Vic.

You look great. Thanks, Larry.

All right.

Okay, this may feel a bit like deja vu,

but that's only because we've tried this once before

when you were all subs.

But now that the actual team is here,

I believe we finally have a chance.

Jane always says you're not a team.

Well, Jane's not right about everything, Kay.

You know that better than any of us.

All right. Take two, huh?

Introducing the Brotherhood of Evil.

Welcome to our new headquarters.

I never doubted for a second that you would return to us.

Welcome! Mallah, welcome our guest!

He's in a mood.

So, Rouge, my darling,

where have you been all my life?

Uh, I've been a bit, um, bit lost, actually.

How have things been here?

Things are going great.

You can't beat the climate.

We're only a couple minutes from the beach.

The Buccaneers won the Super Bowl.

You know what they say, "Boca Raton means 'Heaven on Earth.'"

Right. Well, how wonderful. I'm very happy,

very happy for you.

Both of you.

Fermez la bouche, femme demon.

Um... sorry, ape.

Do you... do you have some kind of a problem?

Hmm?

Yeah. Uh, things aren't going as well for me,

I'm afraid, so...

I assumed.

We basically sent you on the time-travel equivalent of a milk run

and you never came back.

Uh, yeah. Well, you neglected to inform me

that total amnesia is a side effect of time travel.

Amnesia?

Interesting. What an oddly convenient symptom.

Yes. Well, the original mission relied on using my anonymity

to spy on Niles Caulder and his creations.

But unfortunately, I instead relied

on Niles Caulder's creations to undo my anonymity

and effectively ran a mission counter to the original goal.

So now, they are plotting to kill me.

Which is great.

Hmm, that sounds more like a Rouge problem

than a Brain problem.

Um... I'm sorry...

Aren't I an equal member of the Brotherhood of Evil?

Well, there's members, and there's equal members.

You were a member for, like, an afternoon.

Let's cut to the chase.

I need to destroy Niles Caulder's creations

before they destroy me.

And there is no one better to do that than you,

Niles Caulder's sworn nemesis.

What can I say?

He really did bring out the villain in me.

Seventy years ago, you sent me on a mission.

It went off course, but I'm here now,

and Niles Caulder's legacy is ripe for destruction.

So are you in or are you out?

Mallah, get me my toys.

Mallah! Pardon?

I said get--

Damn it, Mallah.

Hey, wasn't the Brotherhood of Evil defeated ages ago?

Maybe this will just blow over.

No, Larry, the Brotherhood of Evil is coming for us.

I'm sure of it.

Don't worry, Rita. I've got your back.

We'll figure it out. Well, thank you.

Victor.

I suppose we can find a role for you.

What?

You're demoting me?

There are no small roles, Victor.

Only small actors and stage crew.

Can I be stage crew with Vic?

Hey, what the hell is stage crew?

What Rita's too polite to say is that you screwed us, dude.

I sold a meet and greet with Cyborg on eBay.

And, sure, my subconscious self showed me that was wrong.

But what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Issue a $25 refund?

Okay, okay. Let's just try to keep the volume down a bit, okay?

Vic doesn't deserve this.

Oh, shit. I'm fine.

It's fine.

Kids, am I right?

Uh. Who would have thought that

a deadbeat Robodad with a brain disease

is the only capable member left on the team.

Larry's got a baby.

Vic's depowered, and Jane's head is empty.

We're two bananas short of a dogshit sundae.

Don't you dare lump me in with them.

I'll have you know I am perfectly capable on my own.

Well, then why the hell do you keep trying to recruit us?

All right. I'm sorry.

I'm trying to turn over a new leaf.

This isn't exactly how I planned to start,

but if you need help kicking some evil ass,

I'm ready to fucking roll.

Okay.

Dad? Holy shit. Clara!

Every single time.

Get a load of this stuff.

When I first got into the game,

laser beams weren't even that thing.

I put laser beams on the map.

This is it?

No, of course not.

I've got tons more at an off-site facility.

I had a death ray, but I gave it to Garguax

so he could kill that leggy broad who time-traveled to Codsville after you left--

Don't ask me how I figured all that out.

Well, that leggy broad managed to survive your little death ray.

So I hope you've got something with a more airtight success rate up your sleeve.

Not so fast.

This is the Brotherhood of Evil.

I'm The Brain.

He's Mallah,

and you're the lady who hasn't done jack shit.

You've got to earn our help.

Are you ready for another mission?

You left your meds in Florida.

These are some pretty serious pills.

The website said they were safe.

Website? Dad, Jesus!

I didn't even want to come,

but Mel told me that this Parkinson's medication

has some pretty serious side effects,

especially if you're not taking regulated doses.

What sort of side effects?

Impulse control, gambling, lust.

Things you weren't exactly a shining example of

before you started taking medication.

Now that I'm seeing you, I...

Look, I think I need to take you to see a doctor.

Like, a real doctor.

Kay?

What are you doing down here?

Everyone inside my head got to sit at this table

and talk to Mr. Caulder.

But I never did.

I guess no one ever wanted to talk to me.

We all wanted to talk to you, Kay.

Ask any of us, Niles most of all.

But we thought maybe you didn't want to talk to us.

They never let me come up.

I always thought it was because they were trying to keep me safe.

But now I think they were just trying to keep this all for themselves.

Why did you decide to come up now?

Did something happen to Jane?

Jane's fine.

She's just in the underground like I used to be.

It's a good thing.

For the first time in a long time,

I finally feel like the person I was supposed to be.

I know how that feels.

I thought you might.

I think part of us met during, um-- The flagellation?

Yeah.

I think our subconsciouses are more similar than I gave us credit for.

You mean I'm like you?

Like looking in the mirror.

I'm happy for you, Kay.

I let people call the shots for me for too long.

And I know you did too.

We're finally in charge of ourselves again.

Um, excuse me.

Do you think you could interview me

like Mr. Caulder used to do?

So, what would you like to talk about?

Rita, what are you doing?

I'm leaving, Larry. I'm going after Rouge.

I don't care if anyone wants to help me or not.

I can't stay here while she's out there free.

Okay? What happened to you two?

You were so desperate for her approval.

And now you seem so...

This feels personal.

Laura--

I mean, Rouge... and I have history.

Now I know you think I was only gone for a few days,

but for me, it was an entire lifetime.

Well, judging by the pink cardigan packed

beside the one-piece bathing suit,

I'd say you're still the same Rita we all know and love.

That Rita is gone, Larry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

I overreacted.

Change can be positive.

Still the same Larry we all know and love.

Good luck with your thing.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know, Larry. Rouge could be anywhere by now.

Do you know how difficult it's going to be

to track down a shapeshifter?

Hi. Yeah. I'd like to make an appointment for my father.

Cliff Steele.

Yes, that's his real name.

Hello.

I'm sorry. Could I borrow you for one moment?

Uh...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. This is important.

More important than my daughter setting up a doctor's appointment

for my debilitating brain disease?

Yes. Something about this doesn't add up.

Are you sure that's Clara?

Am I sure that's my daughter? Yeah.

But have you considered this? Madame Rouge is a shapeshifter.

Uh, yeah.

I saw her transform into an ottoman. Big whoop.

She can transform into anything.

I don't give a shit.

I just want to make sure you're being careful.

Think about it.

After everything,

do you really think you've earned

another second chance with your daughter?

Come on, Rita.

Can't something nice happen to me for once?

Vic got his whole fucking face fixed.

All of you are doing better than ever.

Don't I get to have something nice?

Just once?

Why does everyone else get to be so fucking special?

You're right.

This does feel too good to be true.

I'm sorry.

Just go back in there

and I'll gather the others, just... just in case.

Hey, sweetie, you'd tell me

if you were a secret shapeshifter here to fuck up my life, wouldn't you?

Hey, little buddy.

Where did your mama go?

All right.

Come here.

Here we go.

Sorry, I had to go change his diaper.

What the fuck?

Clara, run!

Look out!

It's a killer baby!

I got her!

Hey, you bastard! Oh!

Okay.

No!

Oh, no. No, no, no.

What the hell is going on up there?

We're under attack.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Come on!

Don't even try it, girlie.

You've got a real family to worry about.

No!

What?

What just happened?

Clara, listen to me.

Everything is going to be all right.

Go.

We'll take care of this.

Just get him back safe.

We will, I promise.

All right.

Okay.

Now, I know we've all had our fair share of hemming and hawing,

but enough is enough.

Cliff's been kidnapped.

We have to act fast.

Victor, we need to find out

where the Brotherhood of Evil is hiding.

On it.

Grid, send me a lo--

I'll get my laptop.

Uh, Larry, go start the bus.

Quickly, Larry!

Yeah, the larva's fine, by the way.

Thanks for checking

There is no choice now.

We have to destroy the Brotherhood.

You ready?

I don't know.

The underground is falling apart.

The personas are gone.

And I could swear I heard something down there

and something is in pain.

Don't do this.

Every time things get bad for us,

you get lost in your own head.

You can't sleep through another crisis, Jane.

Not again. What the fuck do you want me to do?

I don't have powers, remember?

I'm not the help you're looking for.

None of you are the help I'm looking for.

In fact, the most capable person left in this house is probably Cliff's daughter,

but she is not like us.

No one is.

This isn't about us anymore.

This is about Cliff.

Speak. They're in Florida.

If we drive all night, we can make it by tomorrow.

Ready?

All right.

Oh, what the fuck just happened?

Where am I? Are Clara and Rory safe?

I have no idea who you're talking about, and I don't care.

Welcome to the Sunshine State, Cliff Steele.

Am I back in fucking Florida?

I just fucking left Florida.

Fuck me!

Who the fuck are you?

Shit. Duh. You're the fucking Brain.

Yes, I am the fucking Brain.

And you are the Robotman.

It's a pleasure to meet you. Big fan.

Not of you, per se, but of your design.

Oh, yeah?

So you must also be a fan of things like skin tags,

acapella music, the 1973 Houston Oilers--

You really have no appreciation

for the miracle that you are, do you?

I spent my entire life trying to design a body like yours.

I was furious when Niles Caulder,

my hated rival, did what I could not.

So when I saw your blueprints auction online, I had to bid.

You bought my blueprints?

I had to know how Niles did it.

He was never a brilliant scientist,

but that was the catch.

Niles dabbled in science and magic.

Your body is special, Cliff.

It's infused with magical properties.

What the fuck are you saying?

You are one of a kind, and that simply isn't fair.

A body like yours should belong to someone worthy,

someone like me.

Once I take it from you,

I'll finally be able to take my revenge.

Revenge?

How's that gonna work?

Here's what I'm thinking.

After we replace your brain with The Brain,

we'll return home to your friends,

your foolish friends.

And they'll welcome back Robotman with open arms.

Then disguised together, The Brain and I

will systematically destroy your friends one by one from within,

saving Rita for last,

and then I will just finish her off once and for all.

Well, you really are evil.

Oh, please.

She doesn't know the first thing about being evil.

Mallah!

Holy fuck!

Fuck!

Jane?

Jane.

Jane.

Faster, Vic. Faster! Lady, this is a school bus.

God, sit down, Rita. Ow!

I can't believe you brought that repulsive thing with you.

He's trying to keep it safe.

That's what fathers are supposed to do.

You're only sticking up for him because he's the only one

who was happy about your cosmetic surgery.

Yeah, well, no one else was happy.

I never said I was happy.

What?

No. You know what?

I'm not happy.

Hey, Cliff was right.

Why does Vic's fresh start look like that,

and mine looks like this?

I thought if I could spare this larva from my pain,

it'd get better.

I thought I'd feel better.

But I'm not the only one affecting this thing.

It's all of us.

You and you.

You're all so emotionally toxic.

It's killing us both.

Okay, let me get this straight.

None of you are happy for me?

Argh!

I finally get the chance at a normal life again,

and... y'all are just jealous?

That's pathetic. Can we just chill?

We're all going through shit.

Fuck it.

Deal with it later.

Like Rita said, this is about Cliff.

Uh... Wait.

Is that what Rita told you?

Please.

This isn't about Cliff at all.

Come on, tell her the truth, Rita.

Ugh.

Ah, you're awake.

Don't bother attempting to shapeshift.

Mallah injected you with a meta-human power dampener.

We had a deal.

I changed my mind.

The Brotherhood of Evil is old news.

Evil, well, it's a complicated thing.

Seventy years ago, I wanted to rule the world.

After Caulder defeated me,

I would have stopped at nothing to kill him

and erase his legacy.

But now,

now all I want to do is take this metal body

and live a life of indulgence in sunny Boca Raton.

Maybe do the foxtrot with the widow in unit J.

Goodbye, Madame Rouge.

Asshole.

Tell them, Rita.

Tell them why you're really after Rouge.

I told you, this is about Cliff.

This is about all of us.

If we don't stop Rouge, she and the Brotherhood

will not stop until we're all dead.

Uh, you mean dead again?

You had a time machine.

You could have changed all of this.

But instead, you went back to Codsville and locked the door

and made sure everyone died.

Wait, what?

This was never about Cliff.

Larry is right.

I... I'd forgotten you all.

I...I had escaped.

I fell in love.

I had friends.

I had the perfect life until Rouge.

I could have saved you.

I could have altered the timeline

and changed everything,

but that would have risked erasing the life that I had,

and I just couldn't do that.

So now I'm back.

But it doesn't feel like home, not anymore.

You are strangers to me.

So, when we arrive in Florida,

you can put all your bullshit aside and rescue Cliff,

or you can sit in this bus and wallow, I don't care.

All I want is Rouge.

You lied to us the whole time.

You can talk, Larry. You lied right to my face.

It isn't about your face, Vic!

Fuck!