All language subtitles for Doom Patrol s01e13_English

[Cliff] Previously on
Doom Patrol...

[Rita] 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.

[Jane] 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.

[Larry] The Bureau of Normalcy.

I was one of their assets.

-For years, they tortured me.
-Where?

[Jones] Welcome to
the Ant Farm.

Let me out!

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

-[Vic] Who're you?
-722.

[Forsythe] It is an
absolute pleasure to be

-in your presence again, Trainor.
-[Larry] Forsythe.

[Silas] Your friends
are getting free,

but you're the last piece.

[lab assistant]
Under certain conditions,
these nanites...

they can go rogue.

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

You made me this. A monster.

[Vic grunting]

[alarm blaring]

[woman] Oh, wow.
Look, it's Flex Mentallo.

Hi, Flex.

[woman] Hi, Dolores.

[man 1] Morning, Flex.
How's it going?

-[Flex] Gentlemen.
-[man 1] Hi, Dolores.

-[man 2] Here you go, my dear.
-[Dolores] Oh.

-[Flex chuckles]
-[Dolores gasps]

How you doin'?

"Our hometown hero,
Flex Mentallo,

has done it again, folks."

-Oh, boy.
-[Dolores laughs]

Here we go.

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

was thwarted by our very own

-Man of Muscle Mystery."
-[chuckles]

"He made short work
of the dastardly dish-head

by manipulating
the vibrational wavelengths

of his magnificent muscles."

[chuckles]

"From the bottom of our hearts,

this town thanks you,
Mr. Mentallo."

[both laugh]

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.

[boy] Help. Help!
Someone help!

Someone help! [crying]

Help me, please!

[crying] 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?

[kitten mewing]

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.

[grunting]

[gunfire]

The miscreations
have taken control.

I need every man still standing
to gear up!

This is about containment now!

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

[alarm blaring]

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?
-[Larry] Oh, boy.

Jesus Christ.
You know what I mean!

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

Why don't you mansplain it to me?

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

this is that time!

[Jane] Not how it works, dude.

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

[groaning]

Please don't kill me!

[groaning]

Say...

Do I know you?

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

Hey!

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

Or did you forget about that?

[Cliff] Who the fuck are you?

[Flex] Well,
you sure do swear a lot.

[Larry] 722?

[Rita] You almost look...

But it couldn't be you,
could it?

-[Cliff] Jane, would you please
talk to Flit?
-[Larry] What is it, Rita?

[Rita] Take away
the ratty beard
and the baggy jumpsuit,

and I swear he looks
just like Flex Mentallo.

From Mentall-O's cereal?

-[footsteps approaching]
-[Rita] From the funny book
Danny gave us.

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

Stop those abominations! Go!

-Jane!
-Everybody grab on.

[Jones]
Stop those abominations!

Balls!

[Cliff] Thank you.
Is that so fuckin' hard?

[Flex groaning] 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?

-[Cliff] Now it's Flitapalooza.
-Now he's not alone.

[Larry] What a mess.

[Cliff] 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.

[whooping] 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!

[Flex laughing]

Who's Flex Mentallo?

[Cliff] You are.

Am I?

[Cliff] God damn it.

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

Think I'll go lay down.

[Larry coughing]

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

[sighs, coughs]

[exhales painfully]

[coughing]

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--

[groans]

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

[Larry] 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.

[Larry] What?

The being inside you

has refused to evidence itself

since that first encounter.

[Larry]
What are you gonna do to me?

[stuttering] 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?

[Larry] 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.

-[Larry groans]
-[Forsythe] 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.

[Larry panting]

[door clangs shut]

[Flex] Hey, pal,
you okay in there?

[Larry] What?
Who the hell are you?

Sounded like you were screaming
bloody murder.

[Larry] No. No, that wasn't me.

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

Well, it sounded bad is all.

[Larry] I'm not embarrassed.
I'm stating a fact.

I was unconscious. The...

The screaming was
probably from...

Wait.

-You could hear it?
-[Flex] And then some.

Is there something in there
with you?

[Larry] So to speak.

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

[Flex] Well, say, pal, uh,
what's your name?

[Larry] 721.

Your real name.

[Larry chuckles softly]

Doesn't matter.

Sounds like
you've been in here a while.

[Larry] 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.

[wall cracks]

[Larry] 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.

[Larry] No. Are you... No.
There's no escaping this place.

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

[Flex] Come on, pal.

Jesus, what...

[chuckles breathily]

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--

-[door lock turning]
-Shh! Hold on. Hold on.

[door opens]

Modesty is what separates us
from the animals, 722.

Let's get you dressed.

[groaning]

My name is Flex Mentallo.

[screams in pain]

Again.

[screaming]

Who is this handsome devil?

[Cliff] 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?

[chuckles]

-You just ripped the "S" off, didn't you?
-[Jane] 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.

[Cliff] Why were you
at the Ant Farm?

What's your super power?

-I don't know.
-[both groan in frustration]

[Cliff] How did you
get out of the ad?

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

I'll make you eat your beard.

[Flex] Um...

[Cliff] 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"?

[both] You know him?

[Flex] 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.

-[Cliff] What'd he do?
-[Flex] Well, nothing,

considering that he died
20 years ago.

-[Cliff] Wait. What?
-[Jane] 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.

-[Cliff] 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?
-[Flex] 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.
-[Cliff] 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.

[mimics vomiting] Barf.

[Flex]
I don't remember that one.

[Cliff] What else
is fucking new?

I don't know what to do.

Say, who is this
handsome devil?

[Cliff] Still you, dum-dum.

[Flex laughs]

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

Take off your clothes.

[Cliff] Jane, I don't think
we can ask him--

Okay.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

The doctor said
he's going to be fine.

[Vic] No.

She said he was stable.

[monitor beeping]

-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.

[scissors snipping]

[Cliff] Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

Nope.

-[Flex] Ow!
-[Cliff] 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?

[decisively] Never mind.

Cool.

-[Flex] Ooh!
-[Cliff] 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...

[chuckles]

I look incredible.

Kinda like that hunk
on that cereal box.

[Cliff] If he'd been
stabbed in the face repeatedly.

You are that hunk, dummy.

Hmm, I don't think so.

Hey, I just remembered.

[Cliff and Jane] What?

Secret Hearts is on
in five minutes.

[Cliff] 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!

[gunman] Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

No fighting! No fighting!

No, no, no... No fighting!

[anchorwoman]
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.
-[baby crying]

His arraignment
is set for early next...

[baby continues crying]

[woman] Here I am.

[anchorwoman] 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.

[Kinkaid] That's impossible,
Dr. Winslow.

The Port Charlotte Ripper
was executed last summer.

-Unless--
-You arrested the wrong man.

-Damn it.
-[Cliff] Oh, my God.

This is bad!

-[Flex exhales sharply]
-Was it always this bad?

-'Cause I do not remember it
being this bad.
-[shushes]

-[Kinkaid] It's true.
-Jeez.

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

I've never stopped loving you.

[Winslow] Kinkaid, please.

[Kinkaid] 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.

[Cliff] 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.

[woman on TV]
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?

-[Cliff exclaims grumpily]
-Go!

[Cliff clears throat]

[Cliff] Hey, buddy.
How's the episode?

[shushes]

[indistinct conversation on TV]

-Which one is the--
-[shushes]

-[Cliff] Mmm-hmm.
-Jeez.

[exclaims]

[weeps]

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

[chuckling] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[exhaling sharply]
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.

[voice trembles]
I was in the spotlight again.

And it was just as warm
as I remembered.

[exhales shakily]

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.

[sighs heavily]

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.

[Larry groans]

[door clangs shut]

[Flex] Where ya been, Sparky?
Uh, you okay?

[Larry] What?

[Flex] 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.

[Larry] 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?

[Larry] I can't.
If this suit gets damaged

I'd be putting
thousands of people at risk.

[Flex] What? Come on.

[Larry] There's no place for me
out there.

They're torturing your friend
in here, man.

[Larry] 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--
-[lock clicking]

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?

[Forsythe] 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?

[Dolores] 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.

[Flex] Dolly. No, no, no, no!

-[Dolores cries]
-[Flex] Stop that.

[growling] Stop!

Stop!

Careful. One wrong move
and, well...
[turns off TV]

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?

[Forsythe] Follow me.

[electricity crackling]

[gasping]

All those years...

Because of me.

[stuttering] Then what?

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

What do you want me to see?

Dolores.

[woman 1 on TV] There is love
that we have in the open...

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

[Cliff] More chocolate sauce?

Yeah? [laughs] Yeah! Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm!

[Flex chuckles]

[Cliff on TV] Waco, waco.
waco, waco.

I'm a pole position man
myself, Billy.

Holy smokes, it's my hero,

race car driver Cliff Steele.

[Cliff on TV]
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.

[flame whooshes]

[Cliff] 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.

[chatting on TV continues]

[Larry] I know
how to get his memory back.

-[Jane] How?
-[Larry] Dolores.

His wife.

If we find her,
maybe he finds his powers.

Maybe that gets us
to the Chief.

[Cliff] Wait. Dolores?

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

I can handle her.

This should make you better.

Strong and fast.

[flatlining]

[Cliff on TV] Why?

[Larry] Wow, Cliff.
You're really good.

[Cliff] There was
some buzz about
a Daytime Emmy for me.

Ta-da!

[Cliff] Uh-oh.

[Dolores] Hello, young man.

Look at my elbow.

[Dolores laughs]

[Flex] That laugh, I...

I've heard it before.

-Dolores?
-Hello, young man.

Dolores, it's you.

It's me. It's Flex.

[Cliff] 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.

[softly] Flex?

Flex? Flex!

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

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

[Flex] I'm right here, darling.

I'm right here.

[tearfully] 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.

[Dolores] That smile...

Oh, how could I forget
that smile?

It's still your best flex.

And you're still
the light of my life.

-[beeping]
-Oh...

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

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

[Flex] No, no, no.
It's okay, here, sit down.

[screams]

[Flex] 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...
-[Flex] Stay with me.

-[Dolores groans]
-[Flex] Dolly, stay with me.

Stay with me, Dolly!

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

You're the light of my life.

[tearfully] You're the light
of my life.

[screams]

[screams]

[electricity crackling]

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.

[high-pitched bleeps]

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...
-[Larry coughs]

is in some serious trouble
right now

-and if there's---
-[coughing intensifies]

[Jane] Cliff.
Something's wrong with Larry.

-[Larry continues coughing]
-[Cliff] Larry? Larry.

Jesus. What's happening?

[Larry] 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.

[Cliff] 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.
-[Cliff] You can't!

[Larry] 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!

[Cliff] Wait, what? No!

[coughing intensely]

[Larry gasping]

-Are you okay?
-[Larry] 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.

[Cliff] Where's Vic?

With his father,
where he belongs.

[groans]

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.

[Cliff] For Niles.

[Larry] Yeah.

For Niles.

[mimicking tense music]

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.

[laughs sinisterly]

You bozos want the Chief?

Come and get him.

[chuckles]