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Previously on Doom Patrol...

I must've seen this ad
100 times as a girl.

It's like he just walked out
of the comic book.

The Hero of the Beach
is Flex Mentallo.

The machine's taking over.
And I can't stop it.

I just found out Flex
Mentallo has a wife named Dolores.

She's old as fuck,
but she's still alive.

You're the genius
who got a talking street

to tell us that Flex is the key
to finding the Chief.

- You must be Dolores.
- Look at my elbow.

The Bureau of Normalcy.

I was one of their assets.

- For years, they tortured me.
- Where?

Welcome to
the Ant Farm.

Let me out!

Hey, buddy? You're looking
for a way out? Trying to escape?

- Who're you?
- 722.

It is an
absolute pleasure to be

- in your presence again, Trainor.
- Forsythe.

Your friends
are getting free,

but you're the last piece.

Under certain
conditions, these nanites...

they can go rogue.

- There would be nothing left of your son.
- Your point?

You made me this. A monster.

Oh, wow.
Look, it's Flex Mentallo.

Hi, Flex.

Hi, Dolores.

Morning, Flex.
How's it going?

- Gentlemen.
- Hi, Dolores.

- Here you go, my dear.
- Oh.

How you doin'?

"Our hometown hero,
Flex Mentallo,

has done it again, folks."

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

"Dr. Saucer's attempted
robbery of the local aquarium

was thwarted by our very own

Man of Muscle Mystery."

"He made short work
of the dastardly dish-head

by manipulating
the vibrational wavelengths

of his magnificent muscles."

"From the bottom of our hearts,

this town thanks you,
Mr. Mentallo."

My dear man,

perfect as your body is,

your best flex will always be
your smile.

That laugh lights me up, Dolly.

It was all dark before you.

- You're the light of my life.
- Mmm.

Help. Help!
Someone help!

Someone help!

Help me, please!

Oh, no.

What seems to be the trouble,
young man?

That's right,

it's me, Flex Mentallo,
Man of Muscle Mystery.

How can I be of service?

Ah. I see.

That is troubling.

Hmm.

I think we could do
something about that.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty...

That's a good kitty.

Oh, look at you.
So fuzzy, cozy kitty.

Target acquired.

The miscreations
have taken control.

I need every man still standing
to gear up!

This is about containment now!

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

I killed him.

I...

He's still alive.

But we have to get him
out of here.

Jane, tell Flit
to do the thing.

- "Tell" her?
- Oh, boy.

Jesus Christ.
You know what I mean!

Sorry if I missed the subtext
of your incredibly blunt directive.

Why don't you mansplain it to me?

If there ever was a time
for you to let something go,

this is that time!

Not how it works, dude.

Come on! We need to
get the fuck out of here, Jane!

Please don't kill me!

Say...

Do I know you?

But we're not supposed to leave
our rooms without permission.

Hey!

- Hey! My clicker!
- Guys, he's loosing blood.

Or did you forget about that?

Who the fuck are you?

Well,
you sure do swear a lot.

722?

You almost look...

But it couldn't be you,
could it?

- Jane, would you please talk to Flit?
- What is it, Rita?

Take away the ratty
beard and the baggy jumpsuit,

and I swear he looks
just like Flex Mentallo.

From Mentall-O's cereal?

From the funny book Danny gave us.

If we don't leave right
now, we ain't fucking leaving!

Stop those abominations! Go!

- Jane!
- Everybody grab on.

Stop those abominations!

Balls!

Thank you.
Is that so fuckin' hard?

Got it.

Um... where am I?

Also, does anyone else
feel, um,

a little pukey?

- Where did you take them?
- The hospital.

You just left them there?

As opposed to?

Vic can't be alone right now.

He's fragile.
And possibly psychotic.

Who... Who is Vic?

- Now it's Flitapalooza.
- Now he's not alone.

What a mess.

No. No.

Guys, we actually did
something right.

We went to rescue Vic,
and we motherhumping did it.

Up top!

He nearly beat his father
to death.

And that's terrible.

Really, really
fucking terrible.

I don't think it should tar
our accomplishment.

We saved a superhero.

Us. The fuck-ups.

I think we deserve
a small pat on the back for that.

And we found Flex Mentallo.

He's some kinda clue
to finding Niles, right?

So it's not one,
but two things we nailed. Whoo!

Let's hear it. Yeah! Whoo!

Who's Flex Mentallo?

You are.

Am I?

God damn it.

You know, I'm feeling
a bit pukey myself.

Think I'll go lay down.

Look, we're not attached
at the hip anymore, okay?

You don't have to be
everywhere I am.

Look, it's nothing personal.
I'm just tired.

And it's a little hard to sleep
with a six-foot nightlight...

How do you like your suit,
Captain Trainor? Comfortable?

It weighs a ton
and smells like a chemical fire.

But on the bright side
there's plenty of room

to flail around
when you electrocute me.

See, we took that very issue
into consideration

while we were designing it.

We're going to take a break
with that treatment

in favor of something new.

What?

The being inside you

has refused to evidence itself

since that first encounter.

What are you gonna do to me?

What the hell
is that thing?

Is something
supposed to happen?

Oh, it's happening.

You see, this device
produces a frequency

imperceptible to human ears.

But to your
luminescent friend? Well,

in theory, it should be giving
him one doozy of a headache.

Tell me, Captain Trainor,

can you hear it
screaming inside of you?

I can't say that I do.

But if you wanna try your hand
at torturing it

instead of me for a while,
then be my guest.

Ah, ah, ah.

What do you think
would happen to you

if your host dies, hmm?

I didn't want to commence
this particular experiment just yet,

but I might be
persuaded otherwise.

Good.

I expect the next time
that I ask to see you...

I won't be left to wait.

Hey, pal,
you okay in there?

What?
Who the hell are you?

Sounded like you were screaming
bloody murder.

No. No, that wasn't me.

I don't mean nothing
by it. It's just...

Well, it sounded bad is all.

I'm not embarrassed.
I'm stating a fact.

I was unconscious. The...

The screaming was
probably from...

Wait.

- You could hear it?
- And then some.

Is there something in there
with you?

So to speak.

Look, I don't feel like
talking anymore, okay?

Well, say, pal, uh,
what's your name?

721.

Your real name.

Doesn't matter.

Sounds like
you've been in here a while.

I tried to keep track
of the days at first, but...

it just made things worse.

Well, I'm not planning on sticking
around here long enough to find out.

Here, have a look.

What the...

- How did you...
- Muscle Mystery powers, bub.

They got these things
all over me to tamp it down.

If you could just reach in here

and yank out
some of these cords,

I can open up a hole big
enough for us to walk through.

No. Are you... No.
There's no escaping this place.

- Don't you wanna at least try?
- Stop talking to me.

Come on, pal.

Jesus, what...

I'm Flex Mentallo.

Man of Muscle Mystery. What...

Nice to meet you, too.

Where are you
from there, Sparky?

What is that,
some kind of other...

dimension or...

I'm sure
I can get you back there.

I can open up
a door to anywhere.

You will?

That's fantastic.

Alls you got to do is reach in
here and yank out some of these...

Shh! Hold on. Hold on.

Modesty is what separates us
from the animals, 722.

Let's get you dressed.

My name is Flex Mentallo.

Again.

Who is this handsome devil?

It's you.

I don't think so, Scrap.

I still have that thing
on my head, don't I?

Hey, Jane,
can you help me out with this?

- You just ripped the "S" off, didn't you?
- Uh-huh.

- Hey, hey.
- Huh?

You were the cartoon mascot
for a kid cereal,

created by an adman
named Wally Sage.

Do you remember Wally?

I don't know.

Why were you
at the Ant Farm?

What's your super power?

I don't know.

How did you
get out of the ad?

And if you say
"I don't know" again,

I'll make you eat your beard.

Um...

Oh, for fuck's sake.

We can ask this ding-dong
questions till the end of time,

it's not gonna get us
any closer to finding the Chief.

Did you say "the Chief"?

You know him?

Well, I certainly do.

And let me tell you something, friends.
That Chief,

well, he's a real
no good son-of-a-you-know-what.

- What'd he do?
- Well, nothing,

considering that he died
20 years ago.

- Wait. What?
- Look, shitbag,

I've known the Chief
for 50 years.

And if he had died,
I would've noticed.

Well, not if his identical
twin brother replaced him.

- Whoa. Say what now?
- His name was Nic.

And their mother had to give him
up at birth to a gypsy woman.

The Chief never knew
of his existence.

- The fuck?
- Yeah.

Nic grew up
so full of hate and rage,

that by the time
that he met Chief,

he murdered him
and stole his life.

And then, fathered a love
child with the Chief's wife,

Joanna Heart,
who, as it turns out,

was their sister.

And she was in a coma
when she gave birth, right?

Yeah.

He's talking about Chief
Kinkaid from Secret Hearts,

some fucking crappy soap opera.

- It's not crappy.
- You know,

I was
actually on that show once.

Special guest star.

Really? Who were you?

I played myself,

famous race car driver
Cliff Steele.

Barf.

I don't remember that one.

What else
is fucking new?

I don't know what to do.

Say, who is this
handsome devil?

Still you, dum-dum.

He looks like the type of
person I'd like to be.

Take off your clothes.

Jane, I don't think
we can ask him...

Okay.

Yeah.

The doctor said
he's going to be fine.

No.

She said he was stable.

- Vic, don't.
- Don't what?

Mr. Nobody didn't plant that seed of doubt
in my head, I did that all on my own.

He just twisted it until...

My dad just wanted me to
re-install Grid.

He was trying to save me.

I just couldn't see it.

Your head is clear now.

We need you to
turn Grid back on.

Do you remember the tracker
I put on the Beard Hunter?

Without Grid, it's useless.

The longer we wait to go after
him, the further away he'll get.

If we can find
the Beard Hunter,

- we can find the Chief.
- I can't.

Yes, you can.

Mr. Nobody was playing
with your head, you know that.

- There's nothing to be afraid of...
- How can I be sure?

Because you just said...

I know what I said.

Knowing doesn't change
how I feel.

Mr. Nobody told us

not to go after him.

We should have listened.

Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

Nope.

- Ow!
- Sorry. Just...

Robot fingers.

Too bad no one in the Underground
went to beauty school.

Did they?

Speaking of, how's
everyone doing down there?

Never mind.

Cool.

- Ooh!
- Sorry. Sorry.

It's just we haven't had a chance to
talk about what happened in there

and I wanted to make sure
that you and the others were...

I don't wanna
talk about the Underground.

Bring it up again
and I'll do to your brain

what I'm doing
to this chump's hair.

Are you mad at me
for going in there?

- Because technically it wasn't...
- Finished!

- Ta-da.
- God...

I look incredible.

Kinda like that hunk
on that cereal box.

If he'd been
stabbed in the face repeatedly.

You are that hunk, dummy.

Hmm, I don't think so.

Hey, I just remembered.

What?

Secret Hearts is on
in five minutes.

Oh, fuck me.

...after the news broke
that Steve Larson,

better known as
Animal Vegetable Mineral Man,

had reached an immunity deal
with federal prosecutors

in exchange for information about
a mysterious medical facility

hidden deep
in a Paraguayan jungle.

As Larson
approached the courthouse

where he was
set to give his testimony,

he was viciously gunned down

by a man
authorities are calling

a devotee to mad Nazi scientist

Heinrich Von Fuchs.

We have no comment!
Stop talking!

Shut up!

Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

No fighting! No fighting!

No, no, no... No fighting!

Thankfully, Larson
was only shot in the minerals,

and is expected to
make a full recovery.

The assassin, identified by
authorities as Gary Gunnam,

was apprehended on site.

His arraignment
is set for early next...

Here I am.

Eye witnesses

said it was
practically impossible to hear...

Oh, excuse... Excuse me, miss?

Are you a doctor?

Oh, no, no.

It's impossible

to find your room

in this cockamie place.

Well, I'd really like to go
lay down.

Of course.

- Thank you, miss...
- Rita.

Rita.

And away we go.

Away we go is right, yeah.

Do you remember
your room number?

No. No.

But I'm sure
if we wander around a little,

we'll find it.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Yeah.

I'm telling you, Chief Kinkaid,
the Port Charlotte Ripper is back.

I did the autopsies
on all his victims.

This is his M.O.

That's impossible,
Dr. Winslow.

The Port Charlotte Ripper
was executed last summer.

- Unless...
- You arrested the wrong man.

- Damn it.
- Oh, my God.

This is bad!

Was it always this bad?

'Cause I do not remember it being this bad.

- It's true.
- Jeez.

And I don't care that you ran
off and married that Japanese sex robot.

I've never stopped loving you.

Kinkaid, please.

The Takumi-3000
will never love you

the way that I love you.

We tried the carrot
to jiggle this chump's memory.

Maybe it's time to
jab him with a stick.

Uh, okay.

What if we try to
trigger his super power?

Maybe using it will
jog something loose.

And if it doesn't, well, at least
we'll know what he can do.

Oh, no. Dead.

Then we can figure out how
to use it to find the Chief.

My name is Natalia.

And I'm not a doctor.

Trigger his power how exactly?

- Through duress.
- Duress?

- Duress.
- Duress.

- Let's do this.
- "Let's"? Meaning me.

He got his panties in a wad
when you talked over his stories.

Go over there and try it again.

Only this time, don't let up.

- That's it? That's the plan?
- You got a problem, shitstain?

Go!

Hey, buddy.
How's the episode?

Which one is the...

- Mmm-hmm.
- Jeez.

Perhaps I should find a family
member to come help you.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, if you do find
a family member to help me,

then I'm going to nominate you
for a Nobel Peace Prize.

They just left you here
all alone?

Well, technically, but I...

I left before them.

I skipped out...

middle of the night.

Never looked back.

Oh...

The worst thing I ever done.

Well, if that's the worst thing
you ever did...

- Yeah.
- ...consider yourself lucky.

Oh, yeah?

You're a saint compared to me.

Stop it.

A nice girl like you, you'd never
have done a thing like that.

- I'm not a "nice girl."
- Well...

I've made mistakes.

My friend is in trouble,
I want to help him.

But someone is threatening to
use those mistakes against me.

I'm powerless.

Yeah. If you ask me,

we have to own our mistakes.

No matter how terrible.

I'm an actress.

I was an actress.

The warmth
of the spotlight, it's...

intoxicating.

When that light goes out,
you're willing to do

just about anything
to get it back.

When you reach a certain age
in this business,

the phones don't ring quite as
frequently as they used to.

That's when I met
Gene Stanton...

World-renowned, six-time
Oscar winning film producer.

I know what you're thinking,
and no.

Despite his best efforts,

nothing ever happened
between Gene and I.

He reeked of Acqua di Parma
and cheap cigars.

And I had my self-respect.

And one day
Gene asked for a favor.

It seemed so simple
at the time.

Gene had his eye
on a young Hollywood starlet,

and all I had to do was
arrange for them to meet.

Beverly Hills Hotel,
9:00 p.m.

One year later,

that actress was bawling her
way through an Oscar speech.

I was getting offers again.
And Gene...

got what Gene wanted.

It was a win-win-win.

So, I arranged
another meeting for him.

And another. And another.

Each girl rose to stardom.

And my phone kept ringing.

And then came Marybeth Wooten.

She had her meeting with Gene.

And nine months later,
there was a baby.

Gene wasn't about to step up
and become a father.

That poor
girl didn't have anyone,

so she came to me.

I gave her...

$100.

And I sent her on her way.

I told myself
that she would find the grit

to pull herself up.

But deep down,

I knew better.

A week later,

there it was, in the paper.

Marybeth had taken
her own life.

No mention of the baby.

It was like
it never even existed.

For a brief,
guilt-soaked moment,

I considered

taking responsibility
for the child,

but then my phone rang.

I got the lead role

in a sweeping big-budget epic
called Forbidden Congo.

I was in the spotlight again.

And it was just as warm
as I remembered.

Looking the other way
should be so much harder

than it actually is.

Everything that happened to me
on that picture,

and everything
that happened after...

I deserved all of it.

I, too, have spent a lifetime

searching for absolution.

But it will never come.

I think...

you got your power back, kiddo.

Sir, it's been five hours.

I'm not sure it can take
much more of this.

Maybe it's time we let it
re-enter Trainor's body.

Just a little bit longer.

Sir, we don't have
an SI base unit

to quantify
whatever this thing is,

but there's been
a significant drop off

in what we can measure.

Coulombs, volts,
amperes, joules...

They're all plummeting.

Meaning?

I think it's dying, sir.

Where ya been, Sparky?
Uh, you okay?

What?

I'm not talking
to you, bub.

Jeez, Sparky.

I'm gonna get you out of here
right now.

Hey, pal.

Me and Sparky
are gonna blow this joint.

He says you got to
come with us.

Look,
I told you to leave me alone.

No can-do-ski.

Apparently he can't go nowhere
without you.

So, why don't you
take your chicken wing there,

reach through this here hole,

and pull out
some of these dang cords, would ya?

I can't.
If this suit gets damaged

I'd be putting
thousands of people at risk.

What? Come on.

There's no place for me
out there.

They're torturing your friend
in here, man.

I can't, okay? I can't.

I can't.

- I can't.
- Come on, man! They're coming!

We got no time,
you gotta make a move here!

Come on! Just reach your hand...

Damn it!

Perhaps our good friend, 722,

will agree to come quietly
this afternoon.

My name is Flex Mentallo.

I see.

Perhaps this will
change your mind.

A boob tube?

Really?

This is your grand plan
to subdue me?

Well,

you can fight this
all you want, 722.

But the simple fact is

you're no longer
who you once were.

You're the property
of the US government.

So I suggest

you fall into rank.

Or what?

Let me go.

Please.

- You have no right to do this.
- Get away from my wife.

Get away!

Get away from my wife!

Wonder how she'll smell
when she's burning.

Dolly. No, no, no, no!

Stop that.

Stop!

Stop!

Careful. One wrong move and, well...

Let her go! She...

She's got nothing to do
with this, man!

We're reasonable people.

Now, if you play by the rules,

maybe we'll allow you to

tune in next week
and see her again.

Same time.

Same place.

All we want

is for you to be the hero

that you are, 722.

Sorry, Sparky.

I beg your pardon?

Follow me.

All those years...

Because of me.

Then what?

I... I can't understand you
like Flex can.

What do you want me to see?

Dolores.

There is love
that we have in the open...

then there's what's hidden in the
depths of our secret hearts.

More chocolate sauce?

Yeah? Yeah! Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm!

Waco, waco.
waco, waco.

I'm a pole position man
myself, Billy.

Holy smokes, it's my hero,

race car driver Cliff Steele.

That's right, Billy.
I'm here to make you feel better.

I'm race car driver
Cliff Steele.

Vernon Reid for Augusta.

Oh, my God. Is that you?

Ya know, there actually
was some buzz about

a Daytime Emmy for me
after this aired.

For what?
Best Supporting Ass Clown?

Hey, you know,
acting's hard, all right?

And I...

What the hell is that for?

We've tried everything we can
to try to fix this chucklefuck.

It's time to
kick it up a notch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down.

- What?
- Slow down. Slow down.

Don't you think we might be
taking this a bit too far?

Oh, relax. We're not
actually going to torch him.

We're gonna
make him think we are.

Still, we're messing with
the poor guy's head.

I'd have thought you of all
people might be against that.

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. It's just I,

you know, I'd have thought you
might have a little more empathy

given everything I saw
in the Underground.

Oh, my God.

All right, listen.

This is not about me

or the fucking Underground,

or whatever touchy-feely
Oprah bullshit

you're trying to pull right now.

This is about
getting the Chief back.

So get off my jock.

- I can tell your upset.
- Fuck off, Cliff.

And you have every right to be.

- Kill yourself, Cliff.
- And I just want to say...

- Eat shit, Cliff.
- That I'm sorry.

I saw things you probably
didn't want me to see.

Even though
I didn't mean to, still...

That wasn't cool.

And I'm sorry.

I only wanted to help.

And I just wanna say,

if you ever need to
talk about it, I'm here.

I don't need to talk about it.

I know
how to get his memory back.

- How?
- Dolores.

His wife.

If we find her,
maybe he finds his powers.

Maybe that gets us
to the Chief.

Wait. Dolores?

As in the lady who set you up?
Fuck that.

I can handle her.

This should make you better.

Strong and fast.

Why?

Wow, Cliff.
You're really good.

There was some buzz
about a Daytime Emmy for me.

Ta-da!

Uh-oh.

Hello, young man.

Look at my elbow.

That laugh, I...

I've heard it before.

- Dolores?
- Hello, young man.

Dolores, it's you.

It's me. It's Flex.

Okay. Memory's back.

- Can we ask him about the Chief now?
- Shut up.

Give them a minute.

I've missed you so much, Dolly.

It's been a long time
since anyone called me Dolly.

Flex?

Flex? Flex!

- It's me, baby.
- Oh, God.

- Oh, God. I thought I lost you.
- It's me, baby.

I'm right here, darling.

I'm right here.

Oh, those people,
they did things to me.

- They made me...
- Baby, me too.

Me too.

It's been so dark without you.

But no matter what they did,

deep down...

I always knew you were there.

That smile...

Oh, how could I forget
that smile?

It's still your best flex.

And you're still
the light of my life.

Oh...

- No. No, no. What's wrong?
- Flex...

- What's wrong? What's wrong?
- I don't feel right.

No, no, no.
It's okay, here, sit down.

No, no, no, no, no.

What's happening?
Dolly, what's happening?

They told me if I ever tried to
find you, I...

No, no, no, no, no!

Dolly, stay with me.
Dolly, stay with me!

Flex, help me.

- Flex...
- Stay with me.

Dolly, stay with me.

Stay with me, Dolly!

Dolly, stay with me.
No, no, no, no.

You're the light of my life.

You're the light
of my life.

So much fuss
over such a small thing.

I can't do it.

You can and you will.

- Rita...
- Victor,

we can't keep running
from Mr. Nobody.

A bully only has power over you
if you give it to him.

- You actually believe that?
- I do.

Every time
we try to help the Chief,

we let our fear
get the best of us.

We owe it to him
to try a bit harder.

We need you, Vic.

It will be all right.

- What if you're wrong?
- I'm not.

You may not trust

your father or yourself,
but you can trust me.

I can't leave him.

I need to be here.

If I do this, you guys are gonna
have to save Niles without me.

Do it.

It's okay.

Well done, Rita.

This episode proved to be

quite the cathartic journey
for you, Ms. Farr.

Looks like
you're finally ready to...

Oh, God. There's more? Ugh!

Hey, uh, Flex?

I'm really sorry
about your wife. I am.

But our friend the Chief...

is in some serious trouble
right now

and if there's...

Cliff.
Something's wrong with Larry.

Larry? Larry.

Jesus. What's happening?

I think nature's
finally taking its course.

I should have died 60 years ago
in that plane crash, but...

The Spirit kept me alive.

Well?
What are you waiting for?

Get the hell back in there.

No. No, don't.

I've been holding you back
long enough, pal.

At least one of us should get to
fly high again, right? Now, go.

- You'll die.
- You can't!

Maybe.

We'll see, I guess.

I'm willing to take a chance
so you can have yours. Please.

Let me do this for you.

Now, go.

Go!

Wait, what? No!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I think we are.

- We will be.
- Well, good.

Because it's all hands on deck.

Larry, I adore you

and I'm glad you're all right,

but if you get blood
on that carpet, I'll kill you.

Thanks, Rita.

Where's Vic?

With his father,
where he belongs.

I know how to find Niles.

And I don't know about you all,

but I, for one, am ready.

For what?

To fight back.

Care to join me?

Screw it. For Niles.

For Niles.

Yeah.

For Niles.

Finally.

A superhero team
I can actually get behind.

Mmm.

A superhero team
I can actually use.

Took you emo navel-gazers
long enough

to work through your bullshit.

After 13...

Oops.

That's better.

After 13 pointless,

meandering episodes

of character-driven shlock,

we can finally

get to the show that everyone
wanted to see in the first place.

A superhero show!

Right versus Wrong.

Good versus Evil.

Hero versus Villain.

That's me.

You bozos want the Chief?

Come and get him.