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♪ 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.

Great.

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.

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. Hmm.

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, poor thing.

Everything hurts. My...
My face hurts,

and my throat hurts,

and my head feels like bees.

I 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, Miss 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, aisle six.
- That's me, hon.

I think we're good.

Rita '84.

Battle of the Network Stars.
Hmm, 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 thing 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-L-L.

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.
- Oh, 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.

I win, I win!

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.

Huh? 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 hit 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's just
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, I wanna 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's face.

Man, you do not
break your stride.

My tech is cutting-edge.

Niles's 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 fu...

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 gramps
is 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?

I 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've
done that with my mother.

I'm gonna get you.
I 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.

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...

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.

So I figured I'd get these
as a kind of 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.

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 ♪

♪ Gettin' it done ♪

♪ Steele and Stone
Trouble's on the run ♪

Huh? Oh! Oh, shit.

Uh...

Oh, shit!

Uh...

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've started
1,000 times and I still would've collapsed.

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. Uh...

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.

An 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've 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 her just...

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.

And 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!

Capt. 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?

Boo!

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!

No! Stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

Manny!

Manny!

Our friend is dead.

Manny!

Make a wish.

Dorothy, I'm sorry.

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, come.

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!