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Middleman HQ.
6:16 PM

I'm not gonna lie to you,

some of them are subbing for boyfriends
who stand up their dates for three hours.

Grayscale dot matrix relationship
voodoo... nice.

So, you want a cold pocket?

Oh, for the love of...You cooked, too?

Hot Pockets are the American empanada.

So, can we start the groveling apology part
of the evening now?

Tyler, you told me that you loved
that I had a job I was good at.

And I'd be a pretty awful girlfriend
if I didn't feel the same way about you, right?

- I brought a bribe.
- Fork it over.

Wow. It's a tennis bracelet.

A diamond tennis bracelet.

You can stay your inner Lacey.
The diamonds are lab grown.

Completely conflict-free.

Thank you, Tyler. I guess I'll go
take a tennis lesson or two.

Look, I know, it's not you.

Maybe I wasted too much of my childhood
in Panama

watching badly-dubbed reruns of Dallas.

Well, who didn't want to know
quién le disparó a J.R.?

But seriously, I have always fantasized
about being able to buy my lady diamonds.

I hope you like it.

Seeing as how it's completely your fault
I got it for you.

Because I kinda love you, Wendy Watson.

Really?

You kinda love me?

That was an unfortunate turn of phrase.

I meant to say I love you.

Well, in that case, I kinda love you too,
Tyler Ford.

Just this one call, then the watch
and the Bluetooth...

Taking a nap in the freezer.??

Dubbie, it is I, the Middleman.

Really? Calling me on the Middlewatch
that only we have?

I was thinking, mirrors.

What if he's creating some sort of
massive infinity mirror to reflect,

and in doing so, trap all light
and mankind inside?

Uh, boss, can you hang on a sec?

Gotta go clean my nose off
this bloody grindstone.

Oh, poop.

Enjoy your date, Dubbie.

- Wendy...
- Oh, no. I know that look.

I'm usually the one giving that look.

I'm so sorry. That was Manservant Neville.

Apparently there's a crisis with
our One uMaster Per Child Initiative.

It involves train routes and an angry
Malaysian regional governor.

My boss is sending someone to pick me up.

This is sucktacular.
They're downtown, right?

At least we have a few minutes to do this.

And this.

I don't know about that.

But we may have some time to do this.

What the hell is that?

Oh, man.

Oh, it's Manservant Neville.

Your boss? You've got to be kidding me.

Tyler, hurry!

We're landing on the roof.

I'll call you tomorrow.

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Middleman S01 E12

The illegal sublet Wendy shares with another
young, photogenic,and self-respecting artist.

Oh, my God. Are you crying?

No... just a little.

And what did you say?

I said, "I kinda love you, too."

At least I think I did.

Pretty hard to hear over the thunderous din
of rotating airfoils.

Come on, Dub-Dub.

I know last night may have been a different
kind of whirlwind of excitement,

but these things happen.

Really? How many dates have you had unfold
like the second act ofMiss Saigon?

You're in love!

You should be dancing and singing,

with little animated mice running
up your hand.

Well, what if Fatboy changes him?

He used to be a musician. What if he
turns into Tennis Bracelet Guy full time?

What if he starts calling people "Bubby"

and has some assistant named Ingrid call
and cancel our anniversary plans

because he's detained in Papua,
New Guinea with Manservant Neville

because he's been rolling out the uMaster
to a forward-thinking cannibal tribe.

- Not seeing it.
- It could happen.

I went through the same thing
when you started your job.

Ask Noser. And look, you're still
the same old Dub-Dub.

I just had to be flexible and manage
my expectations.

Ew! What's that supposed to mean?

It means I've taken a few eggs out
of my Wendy basket.

I make back-up plans.

Yet, our Wonder Twin powers
are still intact.

I don't know.

I can't shake the feeling that I'm gonna kiss
Matt Damon in The Bourne Identitygood night

and wake up to Matt Damon inThe Good Shepherd.

Didn't his girlfriend die in
The Bourne Supremacy?

Yeah, but he really loved her.

And Tyler really loves you.

It's his circumstances that have changed,
not who he is.

Shoot.

- I gotta...
- Go to work.

- I get it.
- Just circumstances, right?

Our near maniac's managed to strike again,
this time at a manufacturer of merriment.

Who steals a beryllium sphere
and an oscillation overthruster

then hits a toy factory?

Today we're grief counselors with
the United States Police Force.

You're Officer Russell,
I'm officer Van Cleef.

Oh. I gotta grab this.

Hey.

Look, about last night, I...

I'm just sorry, that's all.

- I called to say I'm sorry.
- Tyler, I get it.

You can't exactly control all
the circumstances of your job.

Yeah, I know, but I don't want you to
think I'm turning into Tennis Bracelet Guy.

Tennis Bracelet Guy?

??You know, the guy who throws
fancy baubles at his girl

to make up for the fact that he's not
even in the relationship.

Keep going like we are,

pretty soon you'd run through
all the racquet sport-based jewelry.

I meant the things I said last night, Wendy.

So did I.

And, hey, it's not like I have
the world's least demanding job, either.

So, what do you say that you and I set aside
a block of Wendy and Tyler time

that cannot be touched, like tonight?

And if Manservant Neville calls,

I will tell him that he can find himself
a new assistant.

And what do you say you and I pick up
right before I Airwolf'ed off the roof?

I'd say tonight sounds... great.

Um... it's gonna have to be tomorrow night.

- I love you, Wendy Watson.
- And I'm sitting next to my boss.

That's not gonna give me J- Horror nightmares
for the rest of my life.

Who steals baby eyes?

She was so sweet. Now she's blind.

- They're all blind.
- Mama, Mama.

I don't get it.

I work hard. I support a wife, an ex-wife.
I have two ingrate kids.

I went green before Ed Begley,
Jr. made it cool.

Why can't I cut a break? What about me?

Sir, I realize you're in
a precarious emotional state,

Sometimes it helps with grief
to talk through the trauma.

Now, I understand you found a mirror?

Looks like a river.

So, he steals 100,000 toy eyeballs
and leaves this.

A man, a light bulb and a river.

Maybe his plan is to confuse
the hell out of us.

A plan?

Dubbie, a man, a plan! Not a river,
but a canal.

A man, a plan, a canal... Panama.

????The perfect palindrome. Same phrase
forward, same phrase backwards.

Who leaves a palindrome?

Typical super-villain horse feathers.

Can't wait to hear this guy's monologue.

"I'm The Palindrome. Feel my power.
Power my feel. Palindrome the am I."

Peter Piping weirdoes.

But why the eyes this time?

They don't seem all that nefarious
on their own.

Wait a minute. Hey, Sob Story.

These eyes, you wouldn't happen to know if
they're made out of something special, would you?

Like I said, I'm green.

The eyes are polydichloric euthimal.
Non-toxic, biodegradable, safe...

Eyes Without a Face!
Polydichloric euthimal? You fool!

Do you have any idea what you've done?

What kind of grief counselors are you?

Ida, run the following through OCD.

Our villain, shall we call him
The Palindrome,

has a beryllium sphere,
an oscillation overthruster

and now a near limitless supply
of polydichloric euthimal.

Got it. Uh-oh.

OCD's talking and it's talking crazy.

Then it's as I feared.

Throw in a sufficient power source and
The Palindrome will have everything to activate...

A Quantum Singularity Machine.

Sorry I popped my cork back there, but
this is a sack full of eels and coat hangers.

The Palindrome has the power
to open a mini black hole.

Like the kind that eats socks in the dryer?

The kind connecting different worlds
and parallel dimensions.

My little pony.

The Palindrome lifts up the space-time
continuum's petticoats

we'll all be trussed up but good.

Ida, jump on the HEYDAR and search
for power spikes exceeding 1.012 gigawatts.

What is this, my first school play?

I already got an address.

Dubbie, it's the fourth mirror.

That's not even Panama. that's just a hat.

I swear, even if he's not opening
a Quantum Singularity,

I'm still smoking this guy on principle.

There he is.

House of Pancakes.

The Quantum Singularity Machine's powering up.

Can't we just shoot him?

You smell that?

Ionized polydichloric euthimal gas.

We discharge our weapons,
the entire place goes Vesuvius.

- Right.
- All right.

I confront him, get him off
on the monologue, you go around...

Switch off the machine
while he's distracted?

Dang skippy. Break.

So, you thought you'd get away with it.
I get it.

You shoot, I die. I shoot, you die.

I'm willing to die, are you?

So, uh, Mr. Palindrome,

maybe you'd like to tell me
why you're doing this?

- No.
- Really?

No twisted evil plan you'd like
to get off your chest?

No tale of childhood humiliation you
need to share

in order to elucidate the path
of pure darkness

that brought us to this inevitable
Manichaean showdown?

Shut up!

It doesn't make sense.

Why set an elaborate clue trail if you
have nothing to say when you're found?

Dubbie, look out!

Where am I?

How long have I been out?

Boss? Boss! It's me. I don't know
if you can hear me,

but I got sucked in and I'm in hot pursuit
of Johnny Won't Monologue.

So, if you're here, now would be
a good time to say something.

The world is one family.

We are all sons and daughters,
brothers and sisters.

The people united, obedient and loyal
to the aims of society that works.

I believe in you, my children,

and all I ask in return is
that you believe in me.

As your father, your architect,
your first among equals.

Remember, Manservant Neville serves you.

The world is one family.

We are all sons and daughters,
brothers and sisters,

- Sorry.
- united.

No cutting. End of the line.

- Line? Line for what?
- For your daily spray of soup, maggot.

I don't want a spray of soup.

- Can I have her soup?
- Shut up, worm.

Got a fighter, huh?

Where's your i.d.? You know the penalty.

Your Fatboy i.d. Where is it?

Sound the alarm. We've got an unidentified!

Shoot to kill!

I believe in you, my children.

All I ask in return...

Second level clear.

Two-ten status update.

I think I heard something.

Bravo Team, any visual confirmation
on unidentified?

Assemble for the Pledge!

Assemble for the Pledge!

Hey, boss? I don't know if you're getting this,

but remember when you said the Singularity
might lead to a parallel universe?

Well, it did.

I'm pretty much trapped...

...in Alan Parker's 1982 theatrical
film version of The Wall.

One corporation above all men...

Finding a place to hide from the roaming
death squads is a top priority.

Oh, and also, I want a raise.

An evil hallway in an evil parallel universe.
11:52 AM

Who's the man?

Noser. Thank god.

I said, "Who's the man!"

Um... that would be Shaft?

- What kind of man?
- Uh...complicated man?

Who understands him?

- Noser, please.
- Answer me now!

No one but his woman.

Right on. You can go in.

An evil loft in an evil parallel universe.
Exactly two seconds later.

Of course. Why wouldn't my living room
be an exotic dancer lounge?

Hasenpfeffer?

- Excuse me?
- Rabbit stew.

Lacey's secret recipe. Best lunch
buffet in town.

Joe.

Joe 90, Esquire. Attorney to Fatboy.

Yeah, Bubby, I've got a high security clearance.

You don't know me, do you?

Feisty. Let's go up to the champagne room,
see if we can change that.

Wendy Watson! I always knew someday
you'd come walking back through my door.

Lacey!

That's for my first year in Fatboy
darning camp!

- Darning camp?
- Yeah.

Storm trooper socks and underwear?

And this is for my second year!

- God, stop, wait.
- Cat fight!

- You abandoned me.
- No, I would never.

Then what do you call it?

Freshman year of art school,

Fatboy takes over and turns it
into management traing school.

That's horrible.

Back-stabbing

Look, just calm down.

You were supposed to meet me at the protest
rally, but you sold me out, Dub-Dub.

Took that job over at Fatboy
and got me arrested.

Now look at me.

Noser, throw her out!

Lacey, I swear, that wasn't me.

I haven't seen your face in five years,
Wendy Watson.

And I never need to see it again!

Let me go, Noser. I know the way out.

Fatboy! Man, I hate these guys.

- Shoot to kill.
- Die, pigs!

Fatboy can't know I was here.
They'll pull my clearance.

- Then help me.
- An unidentified? You kidding?

Sayonara,Bubby.

There she is. Get her!

Come with me if you want to live.

- Medic! Get a medic!
- Weapon fire.

Thanks, man. I flashed all the way
to myquincea era before you swooped in.

I heard an unidentified was in danger
in Theta Sector and...

Pip!

You know me? Forgive me. I take great care
to know all my parishioners.

Wait. You're...

You're telling me that you're Father Pip?

A man of the cloth?

Celibate?

I can get you out of the city, my child.

Safe from Fatboy.

Of course, there are risks.
We both might not make it.

You're telling me that you, Pip,

a priest, are willing to risk your life
for me?

We're all children of the Lord.

I'm in the mirror universe.

I'm sorry? The mirror universe?

The parallel universe, where everyone
who's good is evil and evil is good.

It's like that episode ofStar Trek where
Spock had a goatee and Chekhov tried to...

Star Trek?

You mean the sci-fi series from the '60s
starring the great George Takei?

It is an evil universe.

Look, I need you to take me to see someone.

There's a man in my world, someone so good,
someone so "aw shucks" wholesome

that I just gotta believe he's
still the same man here.

'Cause if he's not I might as well just
take the fetal position and pop in a thumb.

Where can I find this balm in Gilead?

The regular universe.Middleman HQ.
12:21 PM

How many times are you gonna watch
that real-time situation recording archive?

As many as it takes to understand
what happened while I was knocked out

and where Wendy went.

Where are you? What's with your suit?

Where's your beard?

The Palindrome goes into the Singularity
wearing a black suit and a goatee.

And he exits the Singularity
in a light colored suit,

sansfacial hair.

Well, either he shaved and changed,

of that's The Palindrome from
a parallel universe.

Wherever that man is, he has
a Quantum Singularity Machine.

If anyone knows where Wendy is, it's he.

Come puppet blood, monkey fudge or terracotta,

I'm getting her back.

Hey, state your business. And make it snappy.
I'm working on my tan lines.

Ida? You're Ida.

Congratulations. That's officially the least
intelligent thing I've heard all day.

Oh, yeah. You're her, all right.

OK, well, this is not gonna
make a lot of sense,

but I went through this Quantum Singularity...

You know, something just occurred to me.

What's that?

I don't give a baboon's butt
about your complicated back story.

Here's how it works. If you got the cash,
we've got the action.

Save the rest of it for your shrink.

What? Did your brain separate
from your body in the Singularity?

Get a move on!

Hey. I found this one crying in the lobby.

I'll be over here exalting in the fact
I can't get cancer.

Shut it before I throw a hook in it.

They're real and they're spectacular.

Nice bike.

Hello? Earth to man in chaps.

It's not a bike. It's the Middlehog.

- Oh.
- Let me guess.

You're a Middleman-in-training
from a parallel universe.

You were chasing an A-number one nut job

when he opened up a Quantum Singularity to this world,

inadvertently pulling you through with him.

Now little Dorothy just wants to get back home.

How'd you guess?

Classic gun strapped to
that pretty leg of yours.

Gives you away immediately
as a Middle-trainee.

I meant the Quantum Singularity part.

The HEYDAR chimed that there was a rip
in space time near the soup lines.

And you didn't investigate?

It's none of my business.

- It is now.
- Sorry.

Mirror sidekick or not,
I'm just The Middleman.

I don't lift a finger till you give me
my chubbies.

Excuse me?

Chubbies. Oinkers. Piggies.

- Cash, money.
- Oh. Money, I have.

right!

Guess your world's ain't down
with the sickness.

Meet Mr. Chubby.

Ever since Fatboy won the Battle of D.C.,

these little pink freaks have served
as official currency.

So, unless you got something else
to sell,

Ida shows you the door.

How can you call yourself The Middleman?

Charging people who need help?
You make me want to puke.

Puke all you want, sidecar.

This is the United States of Fatboy, baby.

Love it or hate it, everyone sings
for their supper.

You can't pay, you're out of luck.

Wow. Vanity really does cheapen the soul
and weaken the mind.

Does this feed the greed?

Nicely.

Ida, fire up the HEYDAR.

Middlechick just bought herself a partner.

I have an idea on the man in the real-time
situation recording archive.

His name is Ivan Avi.

His home address: 1997 Plissken Circle.

I hacked Fatboy Surveillance
and found an ID of the man

who left that power plant with
the Quantum Singularity Machine.

His name is Ivan Avi. His home address
is 1997 Plissken Circle.

Let's get to it.

Sir, you may want to freeze.

Grab ankle,.You'll never make me go back
to that horrible place!

- Put down the machine.
- Please, I just want my partner back.

- Ah,
- Oh, phooey.

I'm never going back again, never.
Not on my life!

All I'm interested in is your
Quantum Singularity Machine.

If I wanted to build another,
could it be done?

I just want your Quantum Singularity Machine.

Can I build one, or what?

Sure, if you could get your hands on
a medical-grade sphere of beryllium

and a one-of-a-kind oscillation overthruster.

Maniacal laughter.
Didn't see that one coming.

I'm a patient man, Mr. Avi,
if that's your name.

But this old fishing line's reached
its breaking strain.

My partner's trapped on the other side
of that Quantum Singularity

and you're going to tell me how to get her.

Hold on. Did you say someone's trapped
in my world? But that's horrible.

I mean it. It was supposed to be
a one-for-one Ivan exchange.

Exchange.

Jimmy crack corn.

See, our plan was sheer elegance
in its simplicity.

Save it. Just help me understand.

I was born an orphan in a world much
like this,

only as if reflected through a dark mirror.

That's why The Palindrome left those mirrors.

Oh no, that was my idea. I always
wanted to be an artist.

But I was born into an evil world,

skies choked with ammonia,
seas full of benzene,

baby farms, random suffocations, bears.

- Oh.
- All of it run by Fatboy Industries.

Even as a boy, I knew I didn't belong.
And then I turned 13.

During a freak limbo accident
at my Bar Mitzvah party,

I severed my pineal gland.

That's when I began having psychic visions
of a parallel world,

with antitrust laws, lead-free toys,
non-aerosolized soup.

I soon realized I was seeing through
the eyes of my mirror-self,

a wicked boy equally trapped in your world

who also lost his pineal gland
in a freak accident.

And I can see which one of you
got the monologue gene.

Over time we learned to communicate.
Pooling our talents,

we each built a Quantum Singularity Machine
so we might switch places.

That's all. I never meant
to involve your friend.

Your Quantum Singularity Machine.

If it can't be rebuilt, can its effects
at least be replicated?

Well, my mirror-universe self and I

designed it to simulate the effect
of firing a phased polaron

cannon at a black hole in outer space
from both universes simultaneously.

Theoretically,

if you and your partner were to stand
in the same place, at the same time,

and fire a phased polaron cannon
at the exact same point in the sky...

Sounds like we have a plan.

But no, no, it won't work. Nobody,
and I mean nobody,

has a phased polaron cannon.

I do. In my weapons archive.

But that's impossible. Niels Bohr
died while building it...

In 1962.

Ah, Bohr, he's anything but.

You should see the Christmas card
he sent me last year.

What a gas.

Ida, I need coordinates for the nearest
black hole in our corner of the night sky.

If your universe truly mirrors mine,

my counterpart should also
have a phased polaron cannon.

Is there any way to get a message to my partner,
Wendy, through your twin?

Of course, we're psychically linked.

Good.

He's in this room. He's in this room
right now with your partner.

He's in pain.

- That was me asking nicely.
- OK. That's enough. Stop it.

Last time I tried that move on Sensei Ping
he plucked out my eye.

HolyKill Bill: Volume 2.

Sensei Ping put out your eye? Why?

Maybe because he's a psychotic.

- 'Course he got his at the dread pyramid of...
- Itzilichlitlichlitzl?

- You didn't save him?
- Save him?

I'm the one who dropped the dime
with the Luchadores.

You're sick.

I have a message for Dubbie.

That's what my boss calls me.
What is it?

He says, "Dubbie,

fire the phase polaron cannon
at coordinates ascension

16 hours, 3 minutes, 32 seconds,
declination 9.483 degrees

from the geographical center of the city

at precisely 9:29pm tonight.

Can you tell my boss I'm OK?

Oh, wait. There's more. Come closer.

OK. Now you're gonna let me go
or the girl dies.

Ivan, Ivan, did Wendy get the message?

I don't know.

But my brother, he...He's dead.

Did you lose a chunk of brain with that eye?

It had to be done, sweetheart.

You straight up murdered the one guy
who could communicate with my world.

Same guy who had a gun to your throat.

I could have handled it.

I was trained by Sensei Ping, same as you!

Look, if I have cause to squeeze a trigger,
I'm not gonna pull my punch.

This isn't your world, Bubbles.

I don't step out my door each morning into
a field of lilacs and candy canes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.

This is New Jack City. Might makes right.
Blah, blah, blah.

Well, look what it's gotten you.

Leather pants and a fake-bake robot.

Hey, I'd use the sun if I could see it.

Just get me the phased polaron cannon
and I'm gone.

Trust me, I would, just to be rid
of your yap.

But I sold it to Fatboy Industries three
years ago to pay the rent on this grease pit.

Well, if you didn't have a problem
selling it to the enemy,

you're not gonna have a problem
helping me steal it back.

Why don't I save us the trouble
and just pull this pin, huh?

Whoa, cowboy. Her idea, not mine.

My advice? Fatboy bombed out Delta Sector
last week.

Real estate should be mighty cheap.

- You think I'm gonna stay here?
- Over suicide?

- I have people counting on me.
- How can you hope your gambit's gonna work?

I get to hope because I fight for it.

Bet that sounded real pretty in your head.

How can a man like you live in the same skin
and have the same brain as my boss?

He wasn't always like this.

He used to be a real Middleman.

But then he died.

Who?

Chief. I'm surrounded by Fatboy agents.

Tyler was the Middleboy?

Why'd you leave?

Chief?

Please. No!

Never found the trigger man.

The only clue was that red anodized ray gun.

But if that phased polaron cannon's anywhere,

it's in Manservant Neville's
private control room at Fatboy Command,

leaving one question:

how are you gonna get it?

I need your help.

So, let me get this straight.

After five years, two of which I spent
learning more about jockey shorts

than any woman has ever wanted or intended,

you've come back wanting me to help you
break into Fatboy Command?

I know how much you hate them.
This could be your chance for revenge.

You've exactly ten seconds to throw
your into the street

before Noser does it for you!

Well, don't you want to hear my offer?

- What could you possibly offer?
- Something I know I couldn't give you before.

An apology.

I need you to listen.

Because every time you look at me
I can see how much I hurt you.

And I'm sure I had my reasons. Everyone does.

But I can't think of a single one that
justifies you being in that darning camp.

And I wish I could take back all the pain
that I caused you.

All I can do is say I'm sorry.
I wish I'd been stronger.

But I'm a different person now,

and I can't imagine a universe
where I don't need your friendship.

There's no way we're breaking in, you know.

Fatboy Command's locked up tighter
than a public drinking fountain.

Then it's a good thing you've got a man
on the inside.

- Not enough Bunny for one day?
- What's with the thunderclouds, ladies?

There's plenty of Joe to go around.

And you have photographic evidence.

Oh, God. They're gonna put me in the beard.

Beard?

Standard Fatboy employee torture protocol.

It always starts with the beard of bees.

Just keep it together and you'll have nothing
to worry about.

- There any cameras in this place?
- No.

Corporate policy. No cameras allowed
on Fatboy premises.

That girl's out there without a Fatboy card.

She won't get far if they haven't
got her already.

- I don't care.
- You know, she reminds me of someone.

- Someone else you didn't help.
- I don't care.

She's going to storm that fortress alone.

This is your chance. You can make good again.

Hey, Ida, news flash coming up
on the wire.

Oh, no. What is it?

I don't care.

Then I quit.

Even this obstructed bowel of a planet
doesn't deserve a Middleman like you.

This is it. Manservant Neville's
private control room.

Sorry. I don't have a card for this door.

There's just something hinky
about that combination.

Assault rifle, assault rifle,
futuristic metal thing.

That must be the phased polaron cannon.

OK, good. Let's split. This place
is giving me the Willy Wonkas.

Uh, Lace?

Oh, God.

- What's behind me?
- Just stay calm.

And don't turn around.

- Man in a bag! Man in a bag!
- No, no, no.

It's Manservant Neville.

Maybe I didn't read my Fatbible close enough,

but isn't he supposed to be
in charge of this place?

Well, nobody ever sees him because he's so...

Cryogenically frozen?

Wendy, stay away from that thing.

Come on, Lace, you really think
Mansicle Neville...

It's you?

I don't understand.

Please, haven't you done enough to me?

All I want is out of this misery.

I tried to return control to the people.

But you betrayed me.

- I did?
- No.

I did.

Dub-Dub, why is there another Dub-Dub?

Put down my cannon.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

Our HEYDAR picked up the rip in space.

- You have a HEYDAR?
- There's little in this world I don't have.

I know that red ray gun. You killed Tyler?

Oh, right. The hottie.

Hm, let me guess.

You're a "good guy" in your world,
just like Tyler?

Really scraping the bottom of
that sidekick barrel, aren't you?

What is going on?

Lacey, so typically behind the curve.

Allow me to explain.

When I was 14, my father disappeared,

under mysterious...

And as of yet unexplained circumstances.

Control room combination.

- It's the day Dad disappeared.
- So I never forget.

Never let go of the feeling of things happening
beyond my control.

When I saw the tide turn to Fatboy,

saw them taking over, I figured,

why not be on the side of control for once?

After a year of assisting
the great Manservant Neville,

I saw what he really wanted.

To loosen Fatboy's grip,

give the power back to the people
and go green,

whatever the hell that means.

And so, we went our separate ways.

- His was into this cryo-bed.
- You secretly rule Fatboy.

That explains the no-camera policy.

Uh, guys, when I asked what was going on,
I meant about you two being twins.

She's me from a parallel universe,
you imbecile.

And yes, Joe-90, there are no cameras here.

I can't have anyone seeing me now, can I?

- No, ma'am.
- Thanks for sounding the silent alarm.

You killed Joe-90!

As I was saying, only my private guards
know the truth about me.

Gentlemen, would you please come up
to my control room?

Wait. There's just one thing you
haven't counted on.

I was trained by Sensei Ping.

The guards will be here any second.
We're fish in a barrel.

Get the phase polaron cannon.

But please, let me go!

Help! I'm sorry!

Miss Watson?

Settle down, gentlemen, I've
got everything under control.

Hey, Dub-Dub, there's just one thing
you haven't counted on.

I can prove my identity.

after all our history together.

How can you do this?

Kill your best friend and someone
who shares your body and mind?

Is this who you are?

You're right. What am I doing?
I can't do this.

Really?

Psych. Guards, ready.

Well, it was worth a shot.

I'm sorry, Lace.

- Aim.
- At least I got my Dub-Dub back.

Sorta.

Fire.

Eat hot death,.

Cover your eyes!

- Who is this guy?
- He's just The Middleman.

He's kinda hot.

Sorry about the Middlehog.

???It's just a bike.

Guess you're gonna have to storm
the gates and take it back?

I'm not about to make fighting Fatboy
my daily bread.

First order of business after
I send you back

is turning this city into a dot
in my rear view.

I'm gonna hotwire a car.

Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

But, uh, thank you.

Don't do that.

- Do what?
- Make me your hero.

Good grief, is he always like this?

With the perma-frown?

Lace...

I'm just glad that the Wendy Watson
that I used to know is still alive somewhere.

Man, Dub-Dub, you show up,
you make them love you,

then you're off into a Quantum Singularity.???

- What a tease.
- It's time.

Stay.

Fight. You're The Middleman.

If you don't, who will?

So, I guess you'll be going?

You know,

I like the way you handled yourself
back there at Fatboy Command.

Have you ever considered the exciting
field of temporary employment?

I hate to leave you at your doorstep
after your harrowing ordeal.

At times like these I wish O2STK
had some kind of counseling service.

Well, you showed up to get me,
that's all the reassurance I need.

You know, Dubbie, when I saw my mirror
self through that gateway,

a single question ran through my mind.

No, you would not look cooler
with an eye patch.

A man's got to wonder.

But the question was: how far from
that other Middleman am I, really?

I have to say, I find it a mite unsettling.

Maybe, but it works both ways.

And, I know if you,

all the yous out there,
weren't you to the core,

I would have never made it out alive.

So, thanks.

No. Thank you, Dubbie.

I just hope he steps up.

That world really needs its Middleman.

That choice is in his hands now.

Yeah. We're talking about a guy
who chooses to wear leather chaps.

Hello, Lacey.

Hi.

Don't you two get any ideas.
This here's no pleasure craft.

Fits just like a glove.

All right, kiddies, let's kick some
coil-tailed bacon.

Yes, Mother, me and Tyler are doing
just fine.

I promise.

The job is going great.

My boss?

Well, he's still into guns,
just like Dad.

Yeah, I can't wait to go in tomorrow
and see what comes up.

Really? I don't think I've heard you
say that before.

You think I sound happy?

Well, Mother, that might be because
all is right with the world.

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