All language subtitles for Doom.Patrol.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Jane]
Previously on Doom Patrol...

[Kipling] Caulder!

Excuse me, sir.

Name's Kipling.

He is an established
Chaos Magician,

which explains some
of the weird stuff
we've seen so far.

What's the Cult
of the Unwritten Book?

Goddamn nightmare.

The Book is being
written as we speak.

Once it's completed,
the Eye will be summoned.

The Decreator.
And the world will be unmade.

What is that?

It's a door.

[Cliff] Close the portal.
Close the portal.

We saved the kid.
What else is there?

All we have to do is close
the bloody Gates to Nurnheim.

[Cliff]
What the hell is Nurnheim?

-[electric buzzing]
-[Cliff yelling]

Nurnheim sucks.

Maybe the people
in this house can't save you.

But can you at least
let us try?

What the hell
are you supposed to be?

We are the Archons.
The high priests of Nurnheim.

You're a fucking psychopath.

You're nothing more than
an organ in a container.

You?

Young Kay?

Scared and wounded child.

No, please.

[Rita] Elliot!

[chanting]

We're too late.

-[people clamoring]
-[man] Fuck you, bastard!

What the fuck?

[punk music playing]

Shit!

-Careful, princess.
-Dykey spic.

[screaming]

Get your fucking narc hands
off of me, you fucking fascists!

Good to see you too, Jane.

Where'd they
find her this time?

Up your
mother's gaping asshole!

[sobbing]

Say that again.

Your mother
sucks cocks in hell.

[gagging]

You're gonna rot in here, Jane,

no matter how many times
you try to get away.

Remember that.

[groans]

This is where scum
like you belong.

[groans]

You mean scum like us?

Takes one to know one, right?

[groans and laughs]

Shut up, Jane! Shut up!

[Ezekiel]
See it there, the Eye of God.

Weeping angrily over the land
of Sodom and Gomorrah.

He will reap this land, he will
pull the weeds and start again.

This broken earth will become
the new holy promised land.

Finally, we will be free
of the two-legged blights,

just as Cain
was free of Abel.

What he created for us
will be ours again.

I'm out here in Cloverton,
where many have gathered

to witness
a disturbing abnormality.

As you can see, the eye...

[softly] As you can see,
the eye...

Is it looking at me?

[growling]

[people screaming]

[Ezekiel] Look at them
quiver in fear.

The rapture begins!

And I, the thorn growing
in the wilderness,
will flourish in their absence!

[squeaking]

What are you talking about?

[squeaks]

[Ezekiel] Cheese? Of course
there will be cheese
in the promised land.

-[squeaks]
-What?

You don't need people
for cheese,
we can make cheese!

How hard can it be?

Isn't it just
milk and fungus?

I mean, the ancient Egyptians
figured it out.

-[squeaks]
-You take that back!

It is going
to happen this time.

I know it will.

No one can stop
the will of God.

[Vic] How do we stop this?

I told you,
there's no way.

Aucun. Nada. Nemo!

Once the Decreator's
been summoned,
that's it, it's over!

[Vic] We could've stopped them.

You tried to kill me!

I tried to save
the bloody planet.

Why can't you get that
through your stupid programming!

[Larry] Rita.
Where are you going?

I need to find Elliot.

That thing in the sky--

I promised to protect him,
Larry. I looked out for him.

I wasn't a lousy bitch
for once.

Turns out a snake
can change her stripes.

Tigers.

What? It doesn't matter.

I have to know if he's okay.

Well, for God sakes, don't get
yourself raptured or anything.

You know, all of this
could've been avoided

if you Halloween costumes
come to life had just done
as I said.

[Vic] He's a boy.

He's one boy.

Versus seven-and-a-half
billion people.

All right.
Now, how long do we have
until the world's...

You know, gone?

-Nineteen minutes.
-Really?

I don't fucking know!

Why don't you ask the fucking
Eye that's blinking everything
out of existence?

Fuck!

[Mother Archon] Kay.
That is your name, isn't it?

Aren't you a very small
and pretty thing?

There's no need to be scared,
little thing.

We are lucky.

You... You're so lucky.

You and your squishy friend.

We are in the chosen place,

a special vantage point
to watch from
as the world disappears.

Bit by bit.

Person by person, home by home.

Nurnheim...

Will be the last vestige
looked upon by the Eye.

It's a very good day.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I don't want to be Kay anymore.

[Mother Archon]
Very few of us want
to be what we are.

I think I had a little thing
like you once.

But I don't remember.

That must be a gift
from the Eye.

[sighs]

What peace nothingness brings.

[Cliff] No, no, no.
I wasn't just a...

I'm not a fucking brain...

[Penny Farthing] But, but
you're not a brain anymore.

[stammers]
She changed you back.

So that's something.

Screw this. Screw it.
Screw this!

Goddamn place
and this fucking snow
and fuck!

Fuck!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

They've really gone and done it
this time, Niles.

Can't your children
be trusted with anything?

The goddamned Decreator.
No. [clicks tongue]

No, this cannot be the end.
I refuse.

I haven't even been
in the last two episodes.

[Niles] We can stop it!

[snaps fingers]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

It'll be difficult,

but wholly possible.

What do you know
about this thing?

[scoffs]

What?

Just marveling at the moment
Mr. Nobody came to realize

his omniscience has limits.

Be careful, Niles.

It's just a little hop, skip
and a jump to the next test
of your resolve.

And then the world de-creates,
and you have nothing.

We both have nothing.

So we should work quickly.

The Decreator
is a product of faith.

Born from years upon years
of blind, unwavering belief.

Faith like that can only
be fought with faith alike.

So we build a religion.

We're going to need a leader,
someone charismatic enough
to enforce faith,

and nurture the true believers.
This will take time.

-History...
-Yes.

Are you telling me I'm going
to have to comb through
a bunch of flashbacks?

I know exactly who we need,
and exactly where to look.

Jane.

Jane.

First we need to find
a very specific version of her.

And then we need to find
someone working in the past,

and someone else
working in the present.

It's the only way.

There isn't much time.

Alas, poor Caulder.
Burdened with a father's fear.

He begs for the ear
of his far superior nemesis.

Will Mr. Nobody and the Chief
truly rally together

for the salvation
of the human race?

Sure.

[Mr. Nobody] Onward we go,
into flashback number one,

spiraling down
the toilet of culture
into an uprising called "punk."

There she is,
our would-be messiah.

But no.

This isn't the Jane
we need, not exactly.

1976. Ooh, what's this?

Could this be the moment
Jane's 64 personalities
were given their superpowers?

The very moment?

[groans] Boring.

Winter of 1978.

This is the moment
Jane first met the pseudo
family she never wanted.

The first time she was given
a real home to live in

that didn't have the pungent
smell of 409 and piss
hanging in the air.

Hello, I'm Rita Farr.

Something smells
like dusty queefs.

[Mr. Nobody chuckles]
Oh, Jane.

Dire, incorrigible Jane.

This is all very entertaining,
but sadly not quite
what we're looking for.

A-ha! Here we are, 1977.

Perfect. Just the right Jane,
not too soggy, not too stiff.

[doctor reciting indistinctly]

Things might look a little grim
right now, but trust me,

you're about to bear witness
to the birth of a star.

I will behave.
It is my place to behave.
My privilege to--

Jane!

I said to repeat.

The therapy will not work
unless you repeat.

I didn't fucking do it.

[Dr. Bertrand] Of course not.

You didn't burn your quarters.

And you definitely did not put
your fist through
the day room television.

Am I right?

So you're not
fucking deaf, huh?

[gagging]

Oh, you think you're a very
clever girl, don't you, Jane?

-[whimpering]
-Well, we do not abide
smart-mouths or attitude.

[choking]

Not in my facility.

-[whimpering]
-[shushing]

I'm trying to help you.

I want my patients
to get better.
I want you to get better.

But...

If we can't do
this here, together...

I'll have no choice
but to send you away

and have that very bad piece
of you cut out.

We don't want that, do we?

Fuck you.

[Jane breathing heavily]

[Dr. Bertrand clears throat]

Let's try a different avenue.

You're not listening to me,
I'm telling you the truth.

Tell me about Kay Challis.

Oh, my.

Have I found your off switch?

Your papers, your real
papers came in today.

Tell me,
when did Kay become Jane?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, then...

Perhaps
the better question is

how did Kay become Jane?

I bet it was
when you were very small.

When the world was very big,
and filled with monsters.

Tell me.

Did your monster
have a name, Kay?

[whimpering]

[sniffles]

[as Dr. Harrison] Did yours?

Was her name "Mother"?

What?

Acute narcissism and misogyny.

You're a textbook example
for enduring familial abuse.

Your hair...

Your eyes...

Deflection
is a sign of insecurity.

Do you feel insecure,
Dr. Bertrand?

-Yes.
-Very insecure.

Ever since that day
in the locker room

when you realized
you were very under-developed
for a teenage boy.

You can still hear them
laughing at you, can't you?

The way your mother laughed
at you when you went crying
into her arms.

What did she call you,
Dr. Bertrand?

Teeny Weenie Peenie.

So much self-loathing.

How do you live with yourself?

[sobbing]

There's that feeling again.

It's there, isn't it?

Growing into an impulse.

Yes.

The one that makes you want
to take that pen in your hand,

and jam it into your eye.

Over and over again.

Yes.

Go on, Doctor.

You're finally free
of your mother.

[whimpers]

[clipboard clatters]

Free to act as you like.

That is your hand, your pen...

And you can jam it
in your eye as many times
as you like.

Yes.

Your methods may be ungainly,
Dr. Bertrand.

[Dr. Bertrand moaning]

But your diagnosis
does have its truths.

Once upon a time,
my world was big
and filled with monsters.

But now the world is small...

And I am the monster.

[Mr. Nobody]
Well, actually,
I'm the monster.

But we'll work on that.

Brava, Dr. Harrison, brava!

Aren't you
a marvelous specimen?

So much grit, so much drama.

Suddenly,
her restraints came undone.

[chains rattle]

Who the hell are you?

[Mr. Nobody laughs] Me?
I'm the burning bush
in the desert,

the filicidal presence
on the mountain peak,

the voice in Noah's head
that made him fill a boat
with animals, two-by-two.

Come, Dr. Harrison.
We have a world to save.

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

I don't think
that's going to work.

This is not my fucking life.

I didn't turn into a robot,
who turned into a brain,

who gets trapped
in a snow globe

with the most useless
fucking person
in the world!

This is not my fucking life!

Shut up!

You think...

This isn't what I wanted
for my life either.

[stammers] You think
I want to be stuck
in here with a brute?

I'm sorry.

You think
just because I'm one
of the other personalities,

I don't have feelings?

Jane isn't the only one with hopes,
and dreams, and emotions.

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

I just... [sighs]

If this is really
about to go to hell, then...

I just want to spend
my last moments with her.

[as Hammerhead]
Well, tough shit, asswipe!

We're not a fucking menu,
and you don't get to make
fucking orders!

[Rita] Elliot.

Elliot,

my God, look at you.

It's different than I imagined.

I sort of pictured
it to be all black.

A black hole
made out of dark fire.

More like Hades

in that book
my mom got me for my...

For my birthday.

They say when you get to hell,
Persephone greets you.

She forgives you,

she walks with you.

Do you think that's true?

I know that look.

It's not your fault, Elliot.

Of course it is.

Everyone's gonna die
because of me.

No.

You should've let me die.

I don't know
what I should've done.

I've never had to save
the goddamn world before.

But I knew I wasn't
going to let someone else
die for all of this.

Maybe you haven't seen
the world, Elliot, but I have,

and trust me, it's garbage.

People lie,
and they hurt each other.

And they wear these things
on their feet called Crocs.

I went with my gut,

and my gut says
you deserve a break.

We both do.

So it's the end of the world.

But we have time.

We should do something.

Something special.

-Like what?
-Anything.

[sighs] What have you always
wanted to do?

A place you've
always wanted to see.

Food you've always
wanted to taste...

-Anything.
-Um...

Whatever it is, we'll do it.

[breath trembles]

[sobs]

Oh, my God.

[continues slamming drawers]

Oh...

Mmm.

[Larry] So now you can walk?

Mmm!

You're not the Chief.
You can't be.

-I'm enough of him.
-[Vic] What the hell
does that mean?

How did you get here
and what happened
to Mr. Nobody?

Don't ask him about Mr. Nobody!

Or mention his name.

Trust me.
My favorite pumps were ruined.

-Jesus, Niles. You're a mess.
-[Vic] A mess?

This is dangerous.

What if he's a bomb
sent here by Mr. Nobody?

Chief, you have
to let us help you.
Tell us where--

[Niles] Please.

The only booby-trap he laid
was the one in my esophagus.

I promise you.

I know this is hard to take in.

And I can't imagine
what you've been going
through for this last--

[spits]

48 hours, but...

We have a plan.

In motion.

It's a bit wonky,
but it will work.

And it's the best
we could come up with
under the circumstances.

What do you mean "we"?

You're working together?

-Wait. You and Mr.--
-No!

I had no choice.

No need to explain.

I'm done
playing gooseberry.

And unlike this collection
of limp dicks you've assembled,

I am perfectly aware
the apocalypse makes for
some very odd bedfellows.

Survival and all that.

Now, tell us what needs
to be done.

[Mr. Nobody]
All you have to do
is stick to the script.

There will be a boy born

with the words
of an ancient language

sprouting on him through time.

Once he's 18,
the scripture on his skin
will be complete,

and the cult that you foster,
my dear Dr. Harrison,

will converge
at his dwelling place

and chant the verses together
in order to conjure
our grotesque messiah.

[Mr. Nobody] The Re-Creator.

[gasps]

"The Re-Creator"?

Let me get this straight.

You want to fight something
called the "Decreator"

with something
called the "Re-Creator"?

So I'm no L. Ron Hubbard.

Who has the time?

That is some weak sauce,
mister.

Then take this
as an opportunity

to test your powers
of influence, Dr. Harrison.

Are you up for the challenge?

[Hammerhead] Fuck!

[panting]

[yells]

[breathing heavily]

-[grunts]
-[cracks]

[screams]

-[Cliff] Who was that
in the cathedral?
-Stop.

[door rattling]

Never seen her before.

Kay, right? Is that her name?

Shut your fucking hole!

Jesus!

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to thank her.

[grunts]

She cared enough to pick
me up when I was just a--

A brain on the floor.

Well, you're never
gonna talk to her,
or about her, ever again.

God, can't we just ride out
the apocalypse without
all this shit?

I thought we had
a good thing going.

Two freaks
on a yellow brick road,
or something like that.

I thought you knew me.

No. You thought you knew me.

Odd way to meet
an old friend, again.

Standing on two legs,
working with the enemy.

Surrounded by his menagerie.

Aren't we creatures of "odd"?

As I recall, the last time
I saw you,

you left me for dead
in a cavern in Istanbul.

You wouldn't stop whining
at me.

Besides, I was in urgent need
of a drink.

Good to see
you haven't changed.

So, are you sure about him?
He-who-cannot-be-named.

It's the only shot we've got.

If all goes to plan,
Baphomet will point us
towards the Re-written Book.

We find him, and we summon
the Re-Creator.

[Rita] Re-written Book?

So another boy's going
to have to suffer?

[sighs] Don't be
so sentimental, sweetheart.

It'll give you crow's feet.

[whooshing]

Oh, what is it now, Willou--

[gasps] Niles! Well,
what a delightful surprise.

Baphomet.
How lovely to see you again.

There's that silky voice
I miss.

Like hot jam and honey.

You really do turn my trot
into a gallop, Mr. Caulder.

Oh, you're too kind.

[Baphomet giggles] Aww!

Are you two gonna get a stable
or can we get on
with this Re-Creator business?

Uh, Re-Creator?

We're looking for
the Re-written Book.

Do you sense it?

[Baphomet] Re-written?
Hmm, I don't see it.

There is no such thing.

And there your plan goes
tits up.

Give it time.

Baphomet...

Oui, Mr. Caulder?

Would you mind
trying again, please?

[Mr. Nobody] Yes, you dumb
horse-head, look again.

Because it's all happening,
baby.

Okay, Jane, I'm coming in.

You better fucking
handle yourself!

Because if you don't,

I'm gonna fucking knock
your goddamn lights out.

You're so right.

He hears your worries.

He hears your distress.

The Re-Creator?

[Mr. Nobody] Dr. Harrison's
gift of super-powered charm
and influence

made her a regular
ol' Bonnie Nettles.

Why are you swallowing
these pharmaceuticals?

You know as well as I do
that the only true healing
you need is the Re-Creator.

The cult will help you find
your purpose.

Your true calling.

Isn't that
what you always wanted?

[lighter clicks]

You know what you have to do.

You know you have to spread
the word of the Re-Creator
far and wide.

[patients] Yes!

[Dr. Harrison] You are worthy
of this lifelong dream of yours.

-You can change the world!
-[all] Yes!

-You can save the world.
-[all] Yes!

[Dr. Harrison] Yes!

[all chanting] Re-Creator!
Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

Hey, this is a pretty
good cult.

Oh, yeah. Way better than
the last three I've been in.

[all] Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

Re-Creator! Re-Creator!

[winces]

Let me help you.

What does your father think
of all this?

He knows what he needs to know.

You shouldn't
have come here, Vic.

I came here because of you.

The only reason I got hurt
is 'cause of your friend.

If I knew you had a habit
of working with the dark side,

I would have been more careful
around him.

You're being absurd.

Because I have a moral compass?

Willoughby and I
are working together

to try and save this world--

-Save the world, right, I got you.
-From destruction.

So suddenly it's okay
to play both sides of the line?

Work with the evil?

You are so far up
your own ass.

No! What?

I know the difference.

There's good and there's evil.

I know which side I want
to be on.

Man, not so long ago,
a smart man once told me,

"You need to hold onto
who Vic Stone is."

That's who I am.
That's where I stand.

Then I'm sorry I don't live up
to your expectations.

[scoffs]
I don't know why I care.

You're not even you right now.

[Larry] Hey, have you
ever heard of Nurnheim?

Of course. Why?

Willoughby sent Jane
and Cliff to Barcelona to find
the Gates to Nurnheim.

What? Why would he do
such a foolish thing?

[Kipling] 'Cause
they bloody well insisted, that's why.

-You're a bloody fool, Kipling.
-[Vic] What is that?

There it is. Stolen from me.
Like everything else around here.

That's Nurnheim?

Never mind. Baphomet
found it, Niles.

So whatever scheme you
and that abomination cooked up
is working.

The Re-written Book exists,
and it's not far from here.

[vehicle approaching]

[engine stops]

Let's go.

[Vic] Come on.

Why am I always the one
doing your grunt work, Niles?

There's brains
and there's brawn, Willoughby.

Yeah, yeah.

[Larry] The spirit...

It let the first
Unwritten Book go.

It put the boy in harm's way.

Not that it mattered
in the end.

But whatever I do,
it always finds a way
to hurt me, punish me.

What makes you think
it's punishing you?

I saw the tape,
of you and the machine.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think you were ready.

Larry, the...

The spirit only feels tortured
because you torture yourself.

Hearing it say that,
it sounded so...

True.

I feel like everyone
I've ever gotten close to
has felt that way.

-Tortured.
-Larry--

That name. My name.

Sounds so long ago.

So foreign.

Strange.

Sometimes I wonder if
Larry Trainor died years ago

and this is some
fucked-up afterlife.

Other times, I think I am
the fucked-up afterlife.

Dragging everyone into
my own personal shit-storm hell.

That's what I see, you know...

Every time
the spirit leaves me.

I see everyone I've ever loved.

Burning.

Because of me.

Have you ever tried
communicating this to the spirit?

It's a lot more sensitive
and powerful than you might think.

Perhaps you should
give it a try.

[groaning]

-[man] What are you doing?
-[Vic] Be quiet.

Calm down, please.

-Help!
-[Kipling] Hold him still.

Hurry up. He smells like
a dolly grip on a hot day.

-[Kipling] My God.
-[screams muffled]

[Kipling] Yeah, right.

[groans]

[reading Arabic]

"Peace and love."

[Kipling groans]

"Ass is life." Flip him over!

[grunts]

This isn't a Re-written Book.

It's a douchebag.

[Mr. Nobody] I should
probably explain.

You see, it turns out
the psychiatric patients

had a flair for the creative.
Who would have known?

[Dr. Harrison]
When the Decreator
appears in the sky,

you will know it is time
to call upon the Re-Creator.

In order to do so, a boy,
known as the Re-written Book,

covered in ancient script,
must be read.

Does it have to be a boy?

I also have an issue
with the overt use
of male-gender pronouns

in this exercise.

[snorts]
Gloria Steinem over here.

Suck a tailpipe, Marilyn.

How about a dog
instead of a boy?

[sheepishly] I like dogs.

-[dog whining]
-You hear that?

-Shh. Shh!
-[groans]

-[metal tags clinking]
-[whining continues]

And what's with the words
being visible all the time?

Isn't that a dead giveaway
to anyone who might be
hunting the Book?

Yeah, the words
should be invisible.

[Marilyn] If I had something
that was gonna stop
the world from ending,

I'd want to hide it.
You know, from bad guys.

[dog whines]

[Dr. Harrison]
That's good logic.

But if no one will be able
to read the words,
then I don't see--

I know. What if there's a bell?

And then, you ring it.

And then the writing appears.

Marilyn.

You are brilliant.

When the time comes,
you will be my chosen one.

You will be the one
to come find me,

to remind me of what
must be done.

[Mr. Nobody] Yes, Dr. Harrison
was a perfect creature.

Except of course for one
small hitch in her personality.

-What do you want
your other followers to do?
-Yeah.

[Mr. Nobody] She was utterly
and marvelously insane.

Dance.

Dance.

Like there's a giant eye
in the sky watching you.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ I'm glad you're home ♪

♪ Now did you really miss me? ♪

♪ I guess you did
by the look in your eyes ♪

♪ Look in your eyes ♪

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

Is this part of the plan?

[song continues distantly]

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

♪ Ring my bell ♪

I think something's
supposed to happen.

[door creaking]

What the fuck?

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

-[rumbling]
-[all shouting]

[screaming]

Chief!

We gotta go.

[music continues distantly]

Holy cannoli,
I'm not in Jersey anymore.

Dr. Harrison, it's me!

Now, I know what
you're gonna say...

I haven't changed one bit.
[chuckles]

Chock it up to tomato pie
and a pack a day.

Who the hell are you?

Marilyn.
From Corpus Sanatorium.

Nah, I think
you're mistaken, lady.

Honey, I just traveled
all the way from
Jersey to Barcelona,

cut open a priest,
climbed inside him,

and landed in a snow globe.

And now I'm standing here
talking to a freaking Robotman.

I don't think I'm mistaken.

Sweetie, I'm here because
you wanted me to be.

You gave me purpose
when I needed it.

Now the world needs you.

To ring that bell over there.

It's time, sweetie.

♪ Ring my bell
Ding dong, ding dong ♪

♪ Ring my bell ♪

-Marilyn.
-[chuckles]

-Good to see you.
-Oh, my love.

Oh, shit.

Go. I got this.

You! What have you done!

Well, looky here.

I didn't know the circus
was coming to town.

[chuckles] And you got
all the clowns with you, huh?

So, uh, come on.

You're gonna show me
a show, or what?

[music continues]

What's going on?

I don't know.
You're the one with the plan.

[rumbling]

[Larry] It's getting faster.

How dare you intervene
with the vision of the Decreator.

You think that you can spit
in the face of God.

[chuckles] Lady, the only god
I worship is Springsteen.

And I've spat
in his face twice.

Viva la Re-Creator!

[screams]

[Cliff] Holy shit!

[bell tolling]

[bell tolling]

What the hell is that?

My God!

You fucking legend.

[Kipling reading
ancient language]

The Re-Creator!

What's going on?

I think it's a staring contest.

[sighs]

By the skin of our teeth.

As always.

I'd like to help you
with this Nobody business,
but, uh...

Then I'd have to admit
that I like you.

Heaven forbid.

Ah!

May we never meet again.

Likewise, old friend.

The boy, Elliot...

Do you think he's back?

There's a chance, right?

[sighs]

You astound me, Rita.

[softly] Go.

[voice breaking]
Don't you dare return to them.

Go.

[exhales]

It's best she's not here.

Saying goodbye to you all
is going to be hard enough.

Uh-uh, no.
Ain't no way I'm letting
them take you again.

A deal's a deal, Vic.

[Cliff] Chief!
What the hell!

Jane.

[Mr. Nobody]
It was a touching scene.

Chief and Jane together again.

But, alas, our fun little romp
must come to an end.

Come on, Niles, make it snappy.

Let's not turn this two-parter
into a trilogy.

You want him...

[powering up]

Come and get him.

[Mr. Nobody] Time moved slowly.

You told me
I could say goodbye!

[Mr. Nobody] The kid
took out a gun.

Please.

[breathing heavily]

You promised
you wouldn't hurt them.

[Mr. Nobody] Oh, I promise,
Niles, I won't hurt them.

[screams]

[Mr. Nobody] There he was.
Daddy's favorite science project,

resolute to do anything
he could to save the Chief.

But Cyborg didn't even
realize he'd left his arm
cannon charging.

Goodbye, Victor Stone.

[laughs]

Oh, shit. Shit!

[Larry] Vic.

[Vic] Shit. Shit. Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no!

Holy shit!

-What is that?
-Don't! It's an emergency
trigger!

It rebuilds,
it fixes, fixes damage.
With cybernetics.

[Cliff] Good.
So, I just push it?

No, no, no. Don't!
If you press it, my dad--

-What?
-It'll send an SOS.

Well, you can't just sit here
like this.

Back up, off me!
I'll figure it out. [groans]

[grunting]

What do we do? Tell us
what you want us to do.

Sorry, bud.
This is for your own good.

Cliff, stop!

Fuck what he said.
He needs help.

-[beeping]
-[Vic groans]

[Vic screams]

Grid, no. No, stop, stop!
Grid, stop!

[Vic groaning]

[crowd cheering]

[Mr. Nobody] A butterfly
beats its wings in the Amazon.

And a hurricane brews
in the Atlantic.

Millions of poor die
in the eastern reaches of Asia.

The destruction inspires
a future leader, dictator,

mass murderer.

[electronic beeping
and whirring]

[device chiming]

[gasps]

[exhales heavily]

Sheryl...

What have you done, Larry?
What have you done?

[sobs]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[Mr. Nobody] Chaos theory
is beautiful, but so slow.

So, so slow.

I guess it's up to me
to step on the gas.

Again!

[Dr. Harrison]
Where are you taking me?
It's past lights-out.

As I mentioned
previously, Jane,
if you continued to get worse,

drastic action would be taken.
And here we are.

At wit's end. So to speak.

An ice-pick death.

Some of the doctors
call it that.

I guess that's more poetic
than prefrontal leucotomy.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

It is what you do,
isn't it, Dr. Bertrand?

Give up.

I do wish I could hear
what it is you're saying.

But, we all know how dangerous
that can be, so...

Oh, but, don't worry.

I'm sure we'll have more
entertaining conversations
when you return.

However, I think they will
probably be a little more
one-sided.

Enjoy your trip.

[Dr. Harrison]
You're a coward!
You're a coward!

-[orderly] Come on!
-You're a coward!

[both grunting]

-Get in the van, Jane.
-[struggling]

Oh, don't worry.
They're only gonna take
one little piece out.

You'll be back here in no time.

Eating pudding and pissing
yourself in the day room.

Right where you belong.

You're a failure.
You're nothing.

You'll always be nothing,
just as Daddy always said.

Shit!

[sobs]

[Niles] Lovely evening,
isn't it?

Now, who do I have the honor
of meeting tonight?

You must be very proud
of yourself.

A cog in the engine of barbaric
psycho-science practices.

Ah, Dr. Harrison,
if you look under the bench
on your right-hand side,

you'll find a key
for your restraints.

[keys rattle]

And one more thing.

Your wristband.

Look, I'm sorry, you'll have
to come up here.

I can't move very well.

Who are you?

Niles.

I'm taking you to a safe place.
A place to heal.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're never going to wear
one of these ever again.

Now, settle down.

We have quite a ride
ahead of us.

[engine starts]

[classic rock playing on radio]

♪ Well, she ain't not a witch ♪

♪ And I love the way she twitch
A-ha-ha ♪

♪ Well, she ain't not a witch ♪

♪ And I love the way she twitch
A-ha-ha ♪

♪ I'm a labour of love ♪

♪ In my Persian gloves
A-ha-ha ♪

♪ Well, she's faster
than most ♪

♪ And she lives on the coast
A-ha-ha ♪

Dare I say, he seems nice.

[Mr. Nobody] Please!

I have one more task
for you, Dr. Harrison.

[softly] What is it?

[Mr. Nobody] Once the whole
Decreator fiasco is over with,

I need you to look
for something.

A small whispering
thought will come to you

once the apocalypse
has been neutralized.

A flicker of a name.

What do you need me
to look for?

[song continues]

What the fuck
is the Doom Patrol?