All language subtitles for Doom.Patrol.S02E06.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Previously on doom patrol...

What the hell is all this?
Upgrades?

How do you feel
about regaining a sense of touch?

Is this just a trick?

Hey, get the fuck away from the car.

I fucked up and I'm sorry.

It's not like
I expected you to stick around

afterl gave you those files.

Does it mean anything that I came back?

We're going into town.

Does it matter to any of you
that the chief thinks we're not ready?

Captain trainor!

- What's going on?
- I'm sending you back where you belong.

- Baby doll?
- Your dad is a bad man.

- Baby doll, let me out.
- No!

Stop, stop, stop!

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

Holy shit.

- They're dead.
- No.

- No.
- Oh, my god.

No.

Dorothy, rise and shine.

Dorothy?

Dorothy?

Chief, we got a live one.
Fresh off the knuckle.

What the hell were you thinking?

I'm thinking this
perfectly good touching stick

is my ticket to being able to feel.

We agreed. No brutality.

And I agreed, but this finger
literally fell into my lap.

See, I was waiting for Vic to man up
and get his lady friend back,

and out of nowhere
come these two bad guys.

So I'm like, "what would
a good person do?"

Stop the bad guys, right?
Which I proceeded to do.

It's important that before
I tell you about the car door,

you understand that
I'm basically a hero.

I don't give a damn, cliff.

Dorothy's missing.
Table the finger and help me find her.

Hang tight, little guy.

You're sure we weren't followed?

Not really.

The bureau of normalcy seems
to be everywhere these days.

I'm sorry my son sold us out.

Why are you apologizing?
You were trying to make amends.

And apparently, they'd all be
better off if I were dead.

Well, that may be true...
But I would be bereft.

- You're not coming home?
- I, um, have a commitment in town.

- Really?
- Yes.

I need to purchase street clothes...

For a rehearsal of our town...

By the cloverton players.

- Community theater, huh?
- Well, go ahead and say it.

I'm a vain, selfish person

who would rather chase fame
than support you in your time of need.

First, I'm not in a time of need.

I'm in a time of regret
and self-loathing.

Second, I doubt it's fame you're chasing
byjoining the cloverton players.

They're very well-reviewed
in the cloverton bugle.

Well, break a leg.
I hope you find what you're looking for.

Right.

Ooh.

Oops.

Well, I was going to tell you
to come back to bed,

but looks like you beat me to it.

Mmm. Taking advantage of the disabled.

Class act.

- Let's stay in today.
- Uh-uh. I'm sorry, Vic.

But I live in the real world,

and us normals without
a s.T.A.R. Lab credit card

have to come up with rent, buy food,

and pay off years of medical stuff.

I get it. What kind of medical stuff?

Pt from botched corrective surgeries,
pain meds, PTSD meds, anxiety meds,

which, apparently,
are different from PTSD meds.

- Oof. Sounds expensive.
- Cost of doing business with black ops.

But don't you worry. I'll die
long before I have to pay it all off.

Hey. Can I look inside of you?

- Ew.
- To see what's broken, I mean.

A hundred times "ew."

There's gotta be a better way
to ask that.

Look. All this crap
you're dealing with is because

- they ripped the tech out of you, right?
- Right.

Well, I happen to know something about
the line where tech meets flesh.

If I could do a deep scan,

I could figure out
how to relieve some of your pain.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

There's gotta be a better way
to say that.

You can scan my guts
if you tell me about your PTSD.

All the gory details you're too
chickenshit to share in group.

Maybe you should go back to work.

- You're such an asshole.
- Okay. Deal.

- Deal?
- Yeah.

You're gonna tell my boss I got a fever?

Mmm-hmm.

You're gonna cough up a day's wages?

Are you gonna do the other thing you do?

Mmm.

- You like that thing?
- I like that thing.

What the hell?

Yoo-hoo!

Any pigtailed pains in the ass
down here?

Jane? Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Chief.

There's something wrong with Jane.

- Where was she?
- The basement.

- Was Dorothy with her?
- No. Nobody cares about Dorothy.

Jane was in the basement,
covered in this shit.

- Are you gonna help?
- She's breathing.

What the fuck happened?

- She was with Dorothy.
- That's not an answer.

This is Dorothy's doing. But why?

Your daughter did this,
and that's all you've got?

What about all this wax?

All you talk about is how
your dumb girl's gonna end the world,

but you have no idea
how Jane ended up in a fucking coma?

- Hey, what's going on?
- Dorothy put Jane in a coma.

- Have you seen her?
- Oh... no.

But there's something else
you should see.

Is it Dorothy playing dress-up
with Rita's skin?

No. No.
There... there's a spaceship outside.

- Tell them I'm not here.
- What?

- Hey. Where do you think you're going?
- I need to find Dorothy.

Niles, slow down.
Do you know these guys?

In 1955, the bureau gave me funding
for my immortus initiative,

which included sending
a research team into space.

- To do what?
- Research.

I lost contact with them in the early
'60s and assumed they were dead.

Apparently, they're not.

- And their timing couldn't be worse.
- What, so I should just send them away?

No. Keep them here.

Don't ask me. I don't fucking know.

Hello. Welcome back to earth.

I'm Larry trainor.

And you are?

Who are we?

We are the pioneers
of the uncharted.

Earth's best and brightest, assembled
by benevolent genius niles caulder.

To pilot the space vessel icarus
on a three-generations mission...

Into the deepest reaches of the unknown.

Pioneers, roll call.

The name's zip. Hotshot pilot.
Nothing scares me.

- Huh! Except marriage.
- The name's specs.

I'm the brains of the op,
and a heartbreaker to boot.

And my name is Moscow.

The Russian one.

And together we are
the pioneers of the...

Of the uncharted. Got it.

Zip Callahan. Wow.

You made the back of
my kid's cereal box.

I always wondered what happened to you.

Well, that is a long story.

So, where is
benevolent genius niles caulder?

Uh, he's, uh...
He's a little tied up at the moment.

Hey. What are they doing?

There was a vote.
A funeral procession seems appropriate.

- But we don't know they're dead.
- You saw what that thing did to them.

Secretary, I'm gonna need you to be
like 10% more self-aware.

This is a construct.

Shh.

Are you a construct, Jane?

You should be completely
ashamed of yourself.

What does death even mean here?

Personas disappear.
They go dormant for a while.

But there's no evidence
we can even be killed.

Not unless you pull a Miranda
and throw yourself into the well.

There was a vote.

Dorothy, come out.

- Come out.
- Dorothy.

You little shit.

- Dorothy.
- Dorothy!

Dorothy.

I didn't do it.

It was the candlemaker.
I'm sorry. I'm leaving.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

Man, that kid runs away,
she really runs away.

Damn it, cliff. Keep up.
There's no time to lose.

- Pretty sure she's gone.
- You and I are gonna bring her back.

Here. Take this. We'll need it.

Uh, chief, I'm sorry your daughter
ran away to space,

but we've got a patient
on the table in there

who we might actually be able to...
Whoa!

You had a fucking spaceship
in this garage the whole time?

When I lost contact with the first ship,
I saw no reason to use the second.

The fuck?

Make sure the airlock shuts
behind you, cliff. Things may be rusty.

- When did you build this?
- 1955. Pre-sputnik.

Technically speaking,
I invented space travel.

Fuck. And 30 years later, you still
couldn't build me a working hand.

I've always done
the best I could with what I get, cliff.

And in the '50s, science still
hadn't mastered basic rocketry,

so I mixed my science with...

A little bit of borrowed magic.

You know what?
I think you can solo this one, chief.

I'm not in a rush to get stranded
in space on your homebrew devil-ship.

Give me the apple, cliff. We need fuel.

Cliff, I need you. Dorothy needs you.

In case I haven't been clear,
fuck Dorothy.

I'm team Jane,

and I'd rather sit uselessly by her side
than chase your brat across the cosmos.

Listen to me, cliff.

If you ever want my help with your body
in the short time that I have left,

you will shut your damned mouth
and retrieve my child.

Ah, fuck it.

I'm going to space. Of course.
I'm fucking going to space.

What the hell was she thinking?

Does she have any idea
what I've done for her?

She thinks she can hide from me.
I'll lock on to her coordinates.

She takes my ship to get away.
I built the damn thing.

She's too dangerous
to go traipsing around,

pretending that her actions
don't have any consequences.

No wonder she fucking ran.

All systems go, chief.

Looks like the old dog's
got some new tricks.

What a whiz.

Seems our reunion will have to wait.

Yeah. About the whole
benevolent genius thing...

- I should probably warn you...
- Oh, bust my chops, will you?

I got you, you smooth little pip.

Gravity. What a treat.

We've been in space for 65 years.

It's gotten... weird.

My real name is Valentina vostok.

Vostok? The cosmonaut?

Your disappearance was the talk
of the Mercury program.

And you must be captain trainor.

Your reputation
in the air force precedes you.

Preceded.

That was a long time ago.

- You have a negative spirit?
- Seems we have much to discuss.

- Isabel. Isabel feathers.
- Uh, gertrude.

Oh, no, thank you. I...

I've seen this play so many times,
I'm already off-book.

Oh. Wow.

Um, but isn't the script
still being written?

The script for our town? No.

I think Thornton Wilder
finished it quite some time ago.

I see where you're confused.
We're not doing our town.

We're doing our town!

Welcome to
the first readthrough of our town!

The script is woven from
first-person testimonies,

newspaper reports, journals,

and what we know in hindsight
about the day our town

was sucked into the ground.

Tonally, kind of like
the laramie project.

But more important.

We'll read through act 1,
"the day the monsters attacked."

We'll cruise right through act 2,
"life as a series of portraits,"

we'll break for lunch,
and then we'll tackle act 3,

"what we talk about when we
talk about the donkey."

Let's begin.

- What part are you playing?
- The blob lady.

Sixty-five years ago,

niles caulder assembled a small team
for a top-secret project.

We were chasing a cosmic entity,

a teleporting rift that would
appear in the night sky.

The mission was to find
a pattern in the cosmic radiation,

which niles believed was a source
of time-dilating power.

A key to immortality.

That puts your mission at 1955,
six years before my accident.

- Accident?
- Yeah.

Niles used your research to send my x-15
straight into that cosmic radiation.

Hence_.

This.

Then our mission was a success.

- How fortunate.
- Fortunate?

- We sense you are angry.
- Well, you sense correctly.

That rift ruined my life.

For us, it was a gift.

But we do recall being upset for a time.

The rift kept moving.

The pioneers chased it
deeper into space.

We lost contact with earth, but niles
had insisted the mission was vital,

so when we next caught up to it,
I went on a spacewalk to take a sample.

When I touched the energy...
Well, you know the rest.

Not exactly, because I was irradiated.

- If I remove these bandages...
- People die. Yes.

It happened to this body, too.

Before we learnt to contain
the radiation within our skin,

we had to live in our ship's airlock.

- It was a difficult five years.
- Five years?

Yes. I am embarrassed to say

it took five years to reach
Harmony with my spirit, as you call it.

Five years.

You learned to master
that thing in five years.

How long did it take you?

Well, for us, the change happened

when there stopped being
an "I" and a "she."

The path to infinite Harmony
was to accept there is only now "we."

Infinite Harmony.

In five years.

How weird do you want me to get?

Mmm, just tell the truth.

Okay.

I was trying to save an old friend,
guy named niles caulder.

Then an omniscient bad guy
put a viral thought in my head.

"What if I can't trust my own dad?"

Next thing,
I was beating my old man to death.

- Holy shit.
- Yo, I'm skipping over

a pocket universe in a donkey,

a world-ending cult,
a world-saving cult,

a secret government branch that
housed a pack of flesh-eating butts.

- Wait. Are you being for real right now?
- For real.

- For real, for real.
- For real, for real?

Oh, god. I'm sorry.
I'm laughing at your PTSD.

Look, this is why I can't do group.

Hold still.
I'm trying to get a good image.

- My bad. My bad.
- Come on.

- What is this?
- What?

Did you used to have tech
fused to your spine?

Oh... yeah. That old thing.

Yeah, there was a skeletal support
system before they ripped it out.

Experimental weapons ain't light.

One of these broken
attachment points is...

Leaking poison into my organs.

Oh. You kind of sound like my doctors.
It's kind of sexy.

You knew this?

- Roni, this stuff could kill you.
- No, Vic.

This stuff is killing me.

As in, doctors stumped
and chemicals classified.

I told you I'd die
before I pay off my bills, didn't I?

Jokes. Nice defense.

I don't have many other options.

- Okay, I'm hacking the military.
- What?

If I can figure out
what's inside of you,

I can figure out how to neutralize it.

Uh-uh.
Don't you dare make me your project.

I am not your redemption story, okay?

And if you're so worried
about being a bad guy,

how about not hacking
the government on my behalf?

It's a small price to pay
for what I've done.

Boo-boo-boop!

Oops. Hacked the government.
Found your blueprints.

- You fucker.
- Okay, let's see.

Oh. Big parts list.
Lot of subcontractors.

Here we go. Materials vendors.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Does that say "s.T.A.R. Labs"?

And "caulder robotics."

You can't run away, Dorothy.

I don't want to talk to you.

You shouldn't be upset.
The beast was a child's thing.

You need a new friend. A new protector.

Shut up.

You don't even sound like yourself.

Since when do you know so many words?

As you grow up, so do I.

This is all your fault.

I didn't want to hurt Jane.

Yes, Dorothy, you did. You made a wish.

Go away.

Big-girl wishes
have big-girl consequences.

But never fear.

I'll always be by your side
if you need me.

I said go away.

Hey.

- Have you seen her before?
- No. Her station's deep.

Do you think this is why she exists?
To mourn?

Think the girl expected
to Bury two of us?

I'm just saying each of us
serves a purpose.

What does it mean if baby doll's dead?

Less playtime, more adulthood.

Maybe that's fucking normal.

But she's one of the only ones
who trusted men.

- Who wanted their affection.
- And look where it got her.

So that's it? We're just gonna
destroy that part of us?

Forever?

If you got a better plan, primary,
we're all ears.

Kay?

Do you know what's going on out there?

I'm responsible for this.

I made us stay.

But now, I don't know how to fix it.

Just tell me you're okay.

Tell me I didn't hurt you.

Please. What am I supposed to do?

Knowing is your job.

So you have no idea about the off-market
blueprints I sent over?

S. T.A.R. Labs is a big company, son.
With lots of clients.

It seems pretty relevant
to your interests, dad.

- What's your angle on this?
- It shouldn't matter.

I'm not gonna dig deeper on classified
military tech without some context.

It's for this girl, okay?

It's her schematic.
They ripped this stuff out of...

A girl? Vic, you buried the iede.

- Dad.
- I should have seen the signs.

Hacking secret documents, poking around
dark corners of the military.

It's young love.

- Little fatherly advice?
- Pass.

Slow down. Get to know this girl better.

People involved with
high-tech black ops...

Oh, really?

Says the man whose own company
sold tech to the same black ops.

Seriously.
How could you let this happen?

I'm gonna level with you, son.

That kind of money...

Is what makes you possible.

Smooth little pip.

Come here, you.

You old dog.

She is your family?

But she may be
the only family I have left.

When you think of your family,
your spirit grows restless.

- We see it.
- Oh, yeah?

Maybe that's because my own son
just tried to imprison both of us.

And my grandson got shot in the gut.

Such a loving, healthy family reunion.
Prompted, by the way, by the spirit.

Iwouldn't even know
my other son committed suicide

if this thing hadn't shown me.

What if it's trying to tell you

that you can release
your dead son from your conscience?

The past can chain us to old wounds,
traumas from our youth.

There is relief in letting the past go.

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

And this zen master bullshit
isn't helpful. It's inhuman.

My son killed himself

because he was obsessed
with his absentee father.

And if that's not worth being tormented
by, I don't know what is.

This is my fault.

I was so desperate to give Dorothy
a family before I'm gone.

I pushed Jane before she was ready.

Jane's like a daughter to me, cliff.
You must understand.

I just wanted Dorothy to be normal.

Which made me a terrible father
and a bastard,

and quite possibly responsible
for the world's end.

Is she really that dangerous?

I isolated her.

And in her terror,
she spawned imaginary creatures.

But as she got older...

The creatures became more dangerous.

Even here...

Left to her own devices,
she could unleash a being so powerful

it would cleave the earth in two.

All it would take...

Is for Dorothy to wish it so.

Please, cliff.

Tell her...

All will be forgiven.
Tell her I love her.

Tell her anything. Just get her back.

What you making?

A grave.

- Do you need help?
- No.

Can I sit here for a while?

And that's when I realized...
I could make them pay.

The ones who laughed at me,
called me freak, goo girl, Mrs. Melty.

Oh, they'd pay.

I'd suffocate them all
under the weight of my rage!

Very nice work, everyone.

Um, very nice work,

uh, but we didn't get
all the way through it.

We didn't?

But more pages and revisions
coming soon.

This is beautiful work. Important work.

Let's pick it up again tomorrow.

- Hey, gertrude, nicejob today.
- Thanks.

I so love the humanity
that you brought to the beekeeper.

I mean, who knew the attack on cloverton
killed so many bees?

The way you eulogized them... oh...

I could feel your pain.

Have you acted before?

Once or twice.

- Mmm.
- If I could offer one thought.

- It's not a note, simply an observation.
- Sure.

The blob lady.

Mmm-hmm.

I wonder if she's more human.

Not quite so drive-in picture monster.

After all, villains think that
they're the heroes of their own stories.

Oh, no.

I thought I was playing that.

Shoot

like, I even did a deep-dive
character bio for background

because all the firsthand accounts
of the event were so sketchy.

A biography. Do tell.

Well, the way I see it,

the blob lady didn't actually
seem to enjoy being so big.

Which means she probably
started off small.

But her dress was fancy,
like she wanted to be seen.

There's a neediness there,

like a little girl trapped
in a woman's body

still desperately vying
for the approval of her father.

- Mother.
- Right. Of course it's the mother.

That lines up so much better. Thank you.

So, the blob lady
has been craving attention for so long,

she is terrified that
when people see what she is,

what she really is,

they are going to run screaming,
because she is hideous inside and out.

Just, like, completely unlovable,
unlookable, unfuckable.

And then everything her mother always
said about her would be proven true.

And the sick joke of it all
is that her resentment of her mother

is the one thing keeping her
from what she was always meant to do.

What is she meant to do?

Suck the entire world into the folds
of her big, disgusting body.

Oh.

Anyway, thank you. I will work on that.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Well...

I've found my Nemesis.

Come here, you smooth little pip.

All right, hotshot. You're a real whiz.

Hey. Hey, hey. What's your deal?

- I'm zip, hotshot pilot.
- Nothing scares him, except marriage.

No, I know. I mean,
how are you so young?

You're not telling me
you have spirits in you, too?

The name's specs. I'm the brains
of the op. And a heartbreaker to boot.

How are you still alive?

They're not.

Zip and specs died a long time ago.

Come here, you smooth little pip.

Gravity. What a treat.

What is this?

The bodies of zip and specs
were invaded by a benign spore

from a distant planet some years ago.

The men you see before you are husks,

autopiloted by
some foreign plant matter.

- Is it contagious?
- We don't believe so. In fact, we...

Mostly she.

Sense that bringing their bodies
into earth's atmosphere

would kill the spores.

You came back to Bury them?

We need to put the past behind us
if we are ever going to travel farther.

Nothing scares me.

Bust my chops, will you?

Come here, you dog. Bust my chops...

I'm sorry I've been so irritable.

Sounds like you've been through hell.

We don't see it that way.

Even suffering has its own meaning.

And there is always beauty in meaning.

We have seen much.

And earth is still the most
beautiful place in the galaxy.

Because it's a spinning orb
of constant suffering?

Yes. Exactly.

- Is Jane okay?
- I have no idea.

Now I understand why
my dad is so scared of me.

I keep messing things up.

Daddy.

Jane.

The more I'm out here in the world...

The more I'm sure I'm a bad person.

I'm going to stay up here,
away from anyone I can hurt.

Forever.

Mmm, I don't think
that's how oxygen works.

Cool rocks, though.

- Who's it for?
- Manny.

- Your imaginary friend?
- You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

My mum gave him to me.

He was the last piece of her I had.

My daughter lost her mom, too,
when she was young.

Too young to remember much
of her at all, I'm guessing.

But from what I can tell,

she turned out to be
a really good person.

The truth is we're all struggling to
figure out what kind of people we are.

Jane included.
She'll understand, I promise you.

Sometimes a person hurts so bad,

all they can imagine is that
everyone wants to hurt each other.

But that's not true.

You're not alone.
I know you want to be alone right now.

But trust me, that'll pass.

It always does.

It's pretty.

Yeah. I'm glad we came here.

Never again.

Dorothy, you must promise me...

You will never make another wish
for as long as you live.

I promise.

Christ. That's sad.

My name is zip, hotshot pilot.

Name is specs, brains of our...

- Any last words?
- Yes.

If ever any fruit grows here,
don't eat it.

My name is zip, hotshot pilot.

His name... specs... brains...

Rest in peace, pioneers.
I hope it was all...

Painless.

Thank you for your help.
Now, it is time for us to leave.

- Back to space?
- Eventually.

First, we will see my old home.

How it has changed.
How we've been forgotten.

Then, maybe, we'll be able
to sever our final bond to earth.

And you?

I'm going to return to my family.

But I'm not going to sever ties.
I'm going to mend them, or die trying.

If you ever need a new
perspective on earth,

I highly recommend space.

Is that what you want, buddy?

You know what? Doesn't matter.

For as long as you're in a human body,
we're going to act like a human being.

And human beings need family.

The sky breaks

light reaches for me

I'm awake

for the first time

it's too late

I'm on the other side

Why are you stopping?

- What if he's in there?
- He's in there. He's always in there.

Well, then we'll beat the shit
out of him. All of us. Come on.

- Let's just get this over with.
- Dont

don't do it.

I'm primary.

I'm responsible for all of us,

and I say we have to give
the broken ones time to mend.

We don't know anything.

We don't know how this happened.
We don't know how this works.

The one thing we do know
is that there's no going back from here.

You seem to know a lot
about the well...

For someone who's never been inside it.

- Miranda.
- The one and only.

- I thought you killed yourself.
- I did.

I threw my battered body down the well,
and in time, I was reborn...

As they shall be.

Sweet child...

Fierce protector...

It is time.

This is where it all begins

my Genesis

this is where it all begins

It's okay.
It's just their stations collapsing.

We won't need them anymore.

Now what?

If you'll kindly step aside
as primary...

I'll show you what the girl wants.

Wow.

What are we all so angry about?

So, her imaginary friends took out
two of Jane's imaginary selves.

Do we need to have
an imaginary intervention?

There's nothing funny
about a damaged mind, cliff.

I fear Jane may never be the same.

Be sure to secure
Dorothy's helmet before reentry.

Thank you, cliff. I promise
I'll never ask another favor of you.

Hey, for what it's worth,
the kid, she's all right.

She is special, isn't she?

She's all right.

But she deserves to be safe, happy.

Even after you're gone.

And if that means showing up for her
and acting like a real family,

then what the hell?

I'm in. Let's go home.

That means the world to me, cliff...

But we're not going home.

What are you doing? Niles?
What the fuck are you...

Niles.