All language subtitles for Doom.Patrol.S03E06.720p.HMAX.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-NTb.eng

As Rita's ship
slipped into the time stream

she was riddled with fear.

But there was no turning back.

She wanted to be a hero.

As she dove into
the very root of consciousness...

I'm Rita Farr.

Her tree of life blossom before her.

But as she watched

Rita was struck by how little
of her life she had actually chosen.

When was the last time
she followed her bliss?

Rita wept

and every tear that fell

represented all the shame and regrets

all the judgy looks

and great harms
that Rita had endured.

And then

the most remarkable thing happened.

With each tear shed

Rita's memory was purged.

Whatever this woman's dreams
and sorrows had been

by the time she landed in 1917

she was a blank slate.

Okay, you, I... I won't hesitate
to give you the what-now.

But if you're just passing through,
let me be the first to say

welcome to Iowa.

My name is Betty Ann Bucklestone.

Might I use your restroom?

Ah, can't say about rest,
you might get a few splinters.

- It's over yonder.
- Thanks.

What's your name, hon?

Good question.

Wow, look at that!

There I was, picking mushrooms,
when this strange

earthly motor carriage
dug right up through my daffodils.

Lady, you do not wanna mess
with the Bureau of Normalcy.

Where is the pilot?

I can assure you
I don't wanna mess with anyone.

But it does appear
I am the ship's aviatrix.

Lady, what do you take us for?

Let's try this again.
I am Agent Wilson and you are?

Come on, lady, we don't have all day.

I don't know.

I am... I am...

Laura De Mille.

Oh, you're a wisecracker now, are ya?

Please, I'm not trying
to wisecrack anything, I...

Okay. I've seen enough.

Come on...

All dressed up in her long...

Blasted Bureau bottomfeeders.

Quickly, Mallah

capture every detail of the vessel
before they haul it away.

Great idea, sir.

I'm the brain,
all I have are great ideas.

Oh, wonder of wonders,
something tells me

if I reverse engineer this sketch,
I can design my own ship.

And then all my plans for world
domination come into sharp focus.

- Our.
- Excuse me?

Our plans for world domination.

Sure.

Stop.

Macaroni, caroni, caroni.

I've finally arrived.

I don't know why.

The stapler flies at dawn.

Yams.

There, there.

It's okay.

Come.

Don't worry, Kay. You just tell me
what shoes you want, I'll get them.

- You think it'll work?
- It'll work.

What about green high-tops?
Or maybe some pink runners?

You got the money?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Go straight up, buy your shoes,
and come right back, okay?

- What about the others?
- I'll take care of them.

Hey, you got this. Now, go.

Hey, man. You busy?

Dude, who is that?

I thought I told you
not to click pop-ups.

That's Ginger.
She keeps me company while I play.

And if I just can get Private Nuttles
to the Hazelnut Highway

I'll be freakin' awesome.

What's up?

I've been thinkin'.

Am I the hammer or the nail?

My brother, I hear you.

I mean, am I an approximate man?

Why am I even Cyborg?

What? Huh?

Because you're a f**king God.

You can basically
bang anybody you want.

Like, the entire cast
of The Love Boat or Knots Landing.

Why in God's name in nut-cheese
would you want to change that?

Maybe because it's not
all about who you can bang.

Said no superhero ever.

- Aw, nuts!
- What? No!

I had Cashew Reserve.

This really isn't the kind of talk
I was hoping for.

Oh, sorry. Stupid life choices
really aren't my specialty.

Oh, here's a thought, maybe talk
to somebody who gives a shit.

Sit down

and don't touch anything.

Enter.

Right, right.

My, what a lovely laboratory.

Smoldering headless mannequin.

Oh, bubbling potions and mice.

Hello!

Very sciencey.

The rather imposing gentleman who
was just leaving seemed rather upset.

Might I ask,
what it is you do here exactly?

"Who am I?"

Good question, relevant question,
and yet, I know not.

I seem to have flown
in like a feather off the cosmos.

That actually sounded quiet sciencey.

Right, next question.

"What am I?" Ditto.

"Why am I?"
Another thought provoking inquiry.

And yet, I think we might both agree
that my journey here

has left me quiet discombobulated.

The only thing I have is this.

Therefore it would seem, that

I'm from the Sisterhood of Dada
and my name is Laura De Mille.

Look at that, we have the same name.

Or not.

But if you're Laura De Mille, then

who is the Sisterhood of Dada?

Have you got a light?

Goodness. You did that
with such vigor and flair.

Okay. Well...

not flame.

Okay. Not telekinesis.

- Did that, did that hurt?
- No.

In fact, it felt just like...

I don't even know,
but in summary, felt good.

Felt really good.

Right.

Not a weapon.

Uh-uh, Comrade Hawk,
no squirrel meat today.

No! Get away from me.

What the f**k?

You scared the shit out of me.

Sisterhood of Dada. Speak.

Fine.

Bunch of super self-absorbed
kookle-doodle metahumans

who definitely do not like you.

When I said the name Laura De Mille

I got a foot up my ass,
and not in a good way.

So if I were you, I'd stay away
from the Sisterhood of Wackadoo.

And?

And they were working on some creepy,
maybe cool art thingy.

Too early to tell.

Okay.

Draw it.

If it gets you away from me sooner,
I will do it.

- What's this?
- Hello? Robot fingers.

You are aware that
your little friend Rita

stole my time machine?

And that sucks for me why?

Mail plops into the gizmo,
sort and file it into the doo-dads.

If they don't have a doo-dad,
you put it in the thingamabob.

If they don't have a thingamabob,
you put it

back up the whatzit.

Got it?

Oh, goody!

Out of the gizmo

into the doo-dad.

And we're off.

Don't think I've ever seen anyone
so delighted by mail delivery.

Might as well make
the most out of this postal pit-stop.

Reckon you're just visiting then?

Your guess is as good as mine.

But until I figure out why I'm here

I'll happily file the whatzits.

And take my marching orders

from that officious Laura De Mille
in Recruiting

whom, by the way,
strikes me as a tad bit strange.

That officious Laura De Mille`

she saved us.

I stand corrected, Holly.

I suppose I'm just feeling

out of sorts not knowing my name

or where I come from.

Let's give you a name then.

How about we call you...

Bendy?

You've got a real knack, Bendy.

And you've got a fan club.

What?

Oh, hello. It's me.

Hi. Oh, I remember seeing you.

Come with me, now.

Freaks.

Guess who was up there just eating
her sandwich at the agent's table.

Bendy!

Meet the gang.

Malcolm

Shelley

Sachiko, and Lloyd.

I did, but Holly said it...

Wait. Did you just speak Japanese
and did I just understand you?

Piffle paffle, Bendy.

Sorry, what?

"Don't question, just go with it."

You have to eat here?

I'm utterly confounded.

You all should do something about it.

Must be nice to have forgotten
how the world works.

That's true.

Meta weapons
get sent to the front lines.

And people like us

we work here

or get carted off.

Well, then, until I find my way

I shall indeed piffle paffle

here in this glorious gloomy gutter.

And don't worry, Bendy,
we still find ways to have fun.

What're you doing?

F**k yourself sideways, Pretty Polly.

Oh, ouch.

How could you let the girl go up?

It's never been about what I want.

Haven't you ever done a kindness

simply for the sake of it?

Doctor Harrison says there's
no such thing as a selfless act.

Pretty, Pretty Polly.

Wake the f**k up.

We're a construct.

Kindness maybe one
of our only commodities.

- No way. No way.
- See. See.

Grid, turn off notifications.

Notifications off.

What is so special
about Niles Caulder?

I'm... I'm not sure.

Just felt a twinge.

Ah, a twinge.

That's fascinating.

Has your...

body elephant recalled anything else?

Perhaps about the Sisterhood of Dada?

- The what?
- It was in your note.

Oh, right.

- No, still nothing.
- Right.

It appears you're the only part
of the note that I found.

Well, I must confess

I do know a little something
about the other part.

And I do believe

it's high time you found out.

- That's nice.
- It's wonderful.

It's the stuff of life, is it not?

Warm place to hang your hat
at the end of the day

filled with friends and music.

But how did you...

Where are we?

Shelley made it for us,
it's her thing.

You're the Sisterhood of Dada!

But of course you are. Piffle paffle!

And we welcome you,
Post Mistress Divine.

We like to dress up, Bendy.

Adds a touch of the mysterious.

Made this for you.

I call it "Ode to Lunchroom."

- Lloyd, c'est magnifique!
- Ah, merci.

- What are you thirsty for?
- Whatever you're having.

One leapfrog, coming on up.

Come...

Pull up a pillow, huh.

Ah, first things first.

How did you know
about our little troupe?

And are you from the past
or the future?

De Mille said you had a note
that mentioned the Sisterhood.

This is out top secret enclave,
Bendy.

Had to mention the note I'm afraid.

Price of admission.

Don't let her straight-laced
bureau face fool ya.

Laura is a wild cat.

Well, it's all in good fun.

Oh, that reminds me.

Maybe you could help.

We're making a moving picture later.

Before we get zozzled,
we've got to know.

Bendy, are we important?

I wish I could remember.

Oh, it's all right, honey.

You know the only rule is

there are no rules.

Piffle paffle.

Je m'en fous.

Really?

What happened to that
crackerjack woman with the clipboard?

That bitch is off the clock.

Truly, Bendy

does anyone really know
who they are or why they're here?

All that really matters is now.

And now...

And wow.

My.

I need a break.

Say, where's that fellow
with the books?

Isn't he a part of your coterie?

Oh, Malcolm is dreadfully shy.

He had his head scrambled
by the war in France.

Just follow the pipe smoke,
you'll find him.

My schemes

Are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky

Some people look
And find the sunshine

I always look and find the rain

Some people make a winning sometime

I never seem to make a gain

Believe me...

I found you.

You found the absinthe.

Ah, yes.

- Have a seat, Bendy.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, I have just the thing.

I...

traded my heart
for a canary in Verdun.

Every morning she flies.

Looking forward.

No memory from whence she came.

Fresh eyes.

Like you.

Your heart.

Does it hurt?

Remembering's worse.

Can I help?

You already have.

Lovebirds, come. Hither.

Sweet folly of cupid's rapture.

We're making sound poems.

Malcolm, darling,
bring the Lumière. Come on.

I'm in the spirit
of absolute nonsense.

- Yes.
- Our great Bendy will pick a word.

- Yes!
- Yes.

- Come on, Bendy. Come on, Ben...
- Bendy!

"Chocolate."

Chock.

Chock.

Chock. Chock.

Chawk.

Chawk!

- Chock.
- Chawk.

- Chawk...
- Chawk...

- Chawk...
- Chawk...

- Chawk...
- Chawk...

- Chawk...
- Chawk...

- Okay. Okay...
- Chawk...

"Mountain."

Mountain.

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

- Ma...
- Ma...

Oh, yeah!

Come to Papa.

Papa needs aces high.

Aces high, baby.

Who's my big metal stud?

You know what I'm gonna do, Cliffy?

I'm gonna take my finger
and put it in my...

Wake up, wake up

Oh, you're out of time.

It's okay.

Just run my card again.

I need more Gingey goodness.

Oh, yeah!

Level nineteen, bitches.

Seven walnuts
from the Filbert Flyaway.

Cliffy, it says that your card's
declined due to insufficient funds.

I'm going to need to log off now.

What? No. What if we do an IOU?

No, it doesn't work that way.

But do you have any
of those vintage coins?

Maybe you can sell them on eBay.

Nope.

How about a used race car set?

Ew, boring.

What about your wacky roommates?
Do they have anything cool to sell?

Maybe.

Actually, you know,
one of my roomies is Cyborg.

Really? You know,
I would pay big bucks

to have coffee or something hot
with him.

You would?

Let's see what someone else
would pay.

Who would've thunk it?

All these little accidents
seemed random.

But maybe I had to become
a race car driver

swerve, see my wife
cheatin' with Bump

get in a wreck
caused by a mad scientist

be reduced to a brain in a tin can
and come live in this dump

with my wacky roommates, you know?

Maybe, it's some grand scheme
designed by the cosmos

that brought me to Salty Bumps
to fight an alligator

so I can reunite with Clara

and meet my amazing grandson, Rory.

Don't you see? I had to die

go to the afterlife,
see my asshole dad

become a zombie, only to realize

I want to be a better person.

Not for me, but for Clara and Rory.

And in that quest

I had too many parky meds
and clicked on that pop-up

even though Vic told me not to.

But Chipmunk Jump opened a gate

where I didn't know there was one,
you see?

Point is, I took a risk

and it set me on this hero's journey
with Private Nuttles

Stan, my online dealer
at World Wide Poker

and Ginger, my cam girl.

And with this posse
of love and support

I'm gonna win that f**king keychain

and be the grandad
Rory needs me to be.

Last night was pure joy.

Not a care in the world.

Wherever you come from

you didn't have this?

I don't think so.

The only sense I could get was that

happiness was never as easy
as you all make it seem.

Well, it's never been easy.

Their lives have been bloody awful.

But at some point,
they chose to be happy

in spite of everything.

Took comfort in that struggle.

And when I met them,
I realized I needed to protect

their weird and wonderful ways.

And the Bureau let you?

Oh, they haven't bothered me yet.

This is their protest.

A life well lived.

What about you?

I'm a tad more complicated.

Oh, but that's a brilliant idea.

What are those two up to?

Their zany creation.

That's absurd, really.

I'm afraid

some think of Dada
as more than a temporary fling

and carry the wild idea that
it can change the world.

But why shouldn't they risk it?

Follow their mad bliss

plant their flag,
and stand for something.

Bendy?

You may have lived a charmed life

but from where I sit

I'm lucky to be standing at all.

Not everyone can take
that kind of risk.

No, Lloyd. I...

I suppose you're right.

No... Kay.

Kay, let me up.

You don't know him.
Don't talk to him.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks.

You just learned?

Well, you're doing pretty darn good.

But if it were me, I'd pay
a bit more attention to these cars.

Much safer.

Take care now.

Okay.

The Bureau is known for going
to any lengths to secure a target.

They have no qualms
to pitting family against each other.

I'm sorry you got sucked in.

I didn't. I chose this.

What?

Why?

Really wasn't that far a stretch,
what with the abandonment

and then mom going insane,
brother offing himself

son getting shot.

Can't believe it took me so long
to realize

the Bureau was
where I always belonged.

But the Bureau is evil.

This can't be who you are, son.

It can't be.

At least I didn't run away
with my tail between my legs.

And don't call me son.

That implies that you were
actually at my Little League games.

Or helped me with-with algebra

or told me what to do on a f**king
first date. You weren't there!

You weren't there, Larry Trainor.

Not for me.

Or Gary, or mom.

So drop the dad routine
because it implies responsibility

for something other
than your goddamn self.

No. I stayed away to protect you.

You stayed away to protect you!

Face it, you sucked at being a dad.

Accept that.

Make things a lot easier for us.

We don't all get to choose our paths.

You think I wanted to burn up
in my plane

and become some nuclear accident?

Think I raised my hand
at flight school

volunteered to have an alien entity
merge with my body

basically making me
a radioactive pariah?

You think I enjoy wrapping my body
every day in bandages

and unwrapping them
just to take a piss?

Do you think it's been fun
to not touch anyone

for 70 goddamn years?

Until today, yeah.

I selfishly wanted more.

But if my being around you
is so harmful

then I am done trying.

I am your father.

I loved you
from the moment you were born.

Actually, no, from the moment
I knew you were on the way.

I sat next to your mom's tummy

and we listened to game one
of the World Series

when Willie Mays
caught that fly ball.

And when we cheered, you kicked.

Your foot was
as big as an orange slice

and I knew you'd be tall.

You can't take that from me.

And even after I left,
in my mind, I stayed.

But maybe that doesn't count.

Maybe you can't forgive me.

But I forgive myself.

So, if you're feeling better now

I'd like you to leave.

Your father and I used to have
this ritual that

every time we would come up her

I would put a rock under this tree
and he would call me crazy.

I am because the world needs
justice and order.

I am because I wanna
serve and protect.

That was rehearsed and cliché
for a half-man, half-tin-can.

Great Cyborg, a man
who doesn't even know himself.

How can you know suffering or joy
without knowing who you are?

You were right.

They were right.

Everything I did

was to protect you.

I don't care what you hear.

Or who you talk to.

It won't change that.

Victor, when you walk down that path

anything that happens from here
is your choice.

Focus on that.

Oh, goody. Chicken salad.

Come on, Holly.

Yeah, come on, Frank.

Bendy, you are out of your mind.

In the best way possible.

Okay.

God almighty. Look at that thing.

It's so ugly I can't look away.

This is why
they're not supposed to be up here.

How can you stomach any food?
It's grotesque.

No... I got you.

Never let 'em see you sweat.

Piffle paffle.

Pi-Piffle paffle.

Yes.

Piffle paffle.

- Piffle.
- Paffle.

- Piffle...
- Piffle...

Paffle.

Piffle paffle.

Piffle paffle.

What is this?

What?

Chawk!

Pickled stockings.

Sell. Buy.

Cut the piss.

Look, sir.
You don't know what's coming.

So clean your socks, people...

You, Metas, with me. Now.

Right now!

Piffle paffle.

Je m'en fous.

Piffle paffle.

Je m'en fous.

Piffle paffle.

- Je m'en fous!
- Je m'en fous!

- Je m'en fous!
- Je m'en fous!

I thought we were done for.

Oh, we,
we are the Sisterhood of Dada.

And I will stand by you
till the day I die.

But for now, we've gotta go
because the actual guards

are on their way. Come on.

Clowns, Sachiko.

Really? You couldn't have
turned them into kittens?

It's all right.

Oh, f**k.

Well, if it isn't
Doctor Preparation H

- and the Tattletale Twins.
- That could've gone very badly.

You may be primary,
but you can't take risks like this.

Thanks, Jane.

It was great.

She looks pretty happy to me.

She doesn't understand the danger.

Can't you see that?

I just watched a girl teach herself
how to ride a bike

after being held captive
in her own mind

for almost seventy years.

In one afternoon,
she freed herself from that bondage

and found a little joy.

Some things are worth the risk.

Well, it'd be nice
if all the personas

could've been consulted beforehand.

Look, she gets better, we get better.

I didn't always think like this.

But when I saw the wind in her hair
and the sun on her face

I realized this is the next step.

This is what growth looks like.

Our fates are all intertwined.
They...

You have no idea
what growth looks like.

If you don't stop
this divisive behavior

you will get exactly what you want.

What's that supposed to mean?

Figured.

More idle threats from
a second rate doctor in cheap shoes.

That's a burn, Doctor H.

Now what?

For starters, no more idle threats.

I had three of a kind.

I thought we were going up the river,
so I went all in and now it's gone.

All gone.

You'll bounce back, Cliffy.

Hang on.

FuzzyRimJob42 is offering 50K

for blueprints
of my robot body and brain.

I mean, it's basically my DNA.

I can't sell that stuff.

I already sold half
my roomies' stuff.

What am I doing?

Next hand in 30 seconds.

Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.

Twenty-seven. Twenty-six.

Twenty-five. Twenty-four.

Twenty-three. Twenty-two.

- Twenty-one.
- Oh, what the f**k.

- Nineteen.
- F**k it.

Eighteen.

Seventeen. Sixteen.

Hey, I'm here to see Doctor Chalmers
about synthetic skin.

Do you have an appointment?

I think so.

I booked it online.

I can check. Let's see.

Cyborg.

Actually, I booked it
under Vic Stone.

Right.

Here you are.

Doctor Chalmers
will be with you in a minute.

Meantime, have a seat
and fill out this questionnaire.

Thanks.

What is it you wanna change
about yourself and why?

How will your life improve
if you get synthetic skin?

Oh, no.

I thought you were gone.

What is happening?

I was hoping
if I stood here long enough

this great metal beast
would say something.

Anything so I could know
why I'm here.

Not that it really matters but...

I don't really care why.

I just thank my lucky stars
that you chose this time

this place.

And if this thing should
suddenly jump to life, I...

I understand if you wanna go back.

Back to what?

I'm happy here.

Life makes sense. I...

I don't want to run just because
I fear what the Bureau's becoming

but what if they try to do away
with us completely?

What if my purpose

was to take the Sisterhood away
from here to some place safe?

I think your ship was built for one.

Yeah.

What if your purpose was to show us

how to bend and stretch
towards a better world?

Do you think there's
something better out there?

I can't imagine what.

Somehow, somewhere,
I climbed into that...

metal beast and journeyed here.

I found what I was looking for.
And more.

Honestly, Malcolm,
why do we always think

there's something better out there?

Just beyond our reach.

What could be better than right here?

Right now?

I'm staying.

I'm staying.

Good.

That's good.

I almost forgot. I...

made you something.

Your paper clip.

I believe I know of a perfect place
to keep this.

May I?

For safe keeping.

I'll guard it with my life.

Sisterhood of Dada,
whatever you're after

it won't be me.

Or maybe it will.

Or maybe it will.

Or maybe it will.