All language subtitles for PM E02 ENGCP

So, obviously, that's the bathroom.

And the break room is down there
on the right, obviously.

- What else?
- Amanda Waller will step aside as she

- faces upcoming congressional hearings.
- Check it out. You're on TV.

The president has appointed Rick Flag
as the new acting director of ARGUS...

What? That's not exciting to you?

I know Waller
was all about self-promotion,

but that's not really my bag.

Yeah, A-Dubs did have her quirks.

- What?
- Dubs.

- W. Amanda Waller.
- Yeah.

You know, this post wasn't my choice,

but I'm not sure the president
had any other options, so...

My old pal Rick Flag.

We're old pals now?

Thought we were.

Are you sucking up to me right now,
Economos?

- Just a little.
- It's not gonna work.

Yeah, well, it was worth a shot.

And this... is your office.

You need anything else?

Actually, yes.

I'd like to see a full report
of my son's death.

Your son?

Rick Flag Jr. was killed in Corto Maltese.

I tried to get the files
immediately after it occurred,

but... they said it was classified.

As acting director of ARGUS,

I'd like to take a look at them now.

Is there a problem with that, son?

No. I... it's just... I didn't want,
you know...

- it to be upsetting?
- Upsetting?

I think I can handle it, Economos.

Of course, you can.

It's just that day was complicated

and any actions taken
were under the order of Waller,

and most of us didn't even know.

Get me the fucking files, John.

Yes, sir.

I'm tired of coverin' up
their dirty little secrets.

This time, these sons of bitches
are gonna be held account...

That information gets out,
it causes an international incident!

Keeping the peace is worth any price.

Including the life of a hero
like yours, sir.

Peacemaker.

What a joke.

- Bordeaux.
- Sir?

I want a surveillance unit
on Christopher Smith,

24/7, immediately.

Sir, the Peacemaker
is in our agency's grace

because of his work in Project Butterfly.

Fuck the Peacemaker.

Shit!

Fuck.

Fuck!

You still have those bone saws?

Hi, babies! Yes!

Come here, come here. Yes, I missed you.

Mommy's missed you guys.

- Lee?
- Shit. Fuck.

What are you doing?

I was on my way over to Chris's,

so I thought I'd stop by
and get my hair shit...

You can't just come
into this place unannounced.

- I thought you were at work.
- It doesn't matter.

- You need to text me before coming over.
- Why?

Because that's what civilized people do
when they break up, Lee.

Thought it was just time off.

What's the difference?

A lot.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Why are you going
to see that lunkhead anyway?

He ain't a lunkhead.

He's, like,
being really vulnerable lately.

Sexy new uniform.

- You doing okay otherwise?
- Other than what?

Other than having to wear that uniform,
I guess.

That's funny?

Man, you just...
You're salty for no reason.

- For no reason?
- I mean.

No reason? Okay, other than you changing

every single aspect of our relationship,

every single plan that we had, overnight?

We were supposed
to be going back to Gotham, Lee.

And now what?

You're staying here
to start a... a... a spy business?

People gotta follow their dreams, Key.

Even you said that.

Yeah, not when their dreams

are leeching off
of somebody else's reality.

I'll go...

because this is gonna end stupid.

It started stupid
when you broke into my apartment.

All right.

Love you.

Fuck.

Connolly, your prescription's ready.

Hi. I'm...

I'm sorry I couldn't help notice you
when I was standing over there.

I don't mean to intrude,
and I don't know your situation,

but if you're going
through something difficult,

if you're with someone who's hurting you,

I have resources that could help.

Okay.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Often, we get trapped in a cycle

and we think
what's happening to us is okay.

And... I just want to tell you...

it's not.

I appreciate it. That's not what this is.

Okay.

So often,

women deny what's happening...

I am not a fucking mirror!

- What?
- I have my own problems, okay?

- Okay.
- All right?

Is that okay with you?

Sorry.

You got a good view there, Beaker?

Beaker? Who's...

He's a Muppet.

- Do I look like him?
- A little.

And that's bad?

It's not good.

That's intense.

Who the fuck are you?

Fleury. Bordeaux sent me.

Let me see your badge. And reach slowly.

I don't have to do shit slowly, Kemosabe.

You can't discharge that firearm
while it's still in the holster.

But I will do it slowly...

because I'm polite.

I should get a call if somebody's coming.

Well, Bordeaux thought
you might need some backup.

So, what's your preferred
form of greeting?

Handshake, fist bump, hug?

You a hugger, Economos?

No, I'm not a hugger.

- So, what'll it be?
- What'll what be?

What form of greeting?

I don't know. Maybe just nod, like...

Yeah, that's cool. That's real cool.

Hey, we got a cool guy in the van?

Ginger Cool.

You mind if I call you that?

Ginger Cool?

Yeah, I really do fucking mind.

God.

Can I get some of that?

The coffee.

Sure.

Who's the fox?

It's Leota Adebayo.

She's just a friend of ours.

I'm sorry.

Did I just accidentally sexualize someone
that you respect as a friend, Economos?

It's fine. Whatever.

It's just 'cause I was thinking
about tapping that ass. You know?

It's weird they got you
monitoring your own crew.

They do that, you know.

I know.

Make sure your loyalty
is first and foremost to the A.

- ARGUS.
- Fuck.

You having a crisis of conscience here,
Economos?

No.

Is that why Bordeaux sent me
to babysit you?

I don't know, man. Look.

I'm just doing my job
like I do every day, okay?

I don't give a shit.

'Course not.

You're Ginger Cool.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- You don't want me to come in?
- It's...

It's kind of messy in there.

What's going on?

Hey, Eagly.

Hey!

He likes you.

I'm not so sure.

What's the deal with the parrot?

That's an eagle.

It's a bald eagle.

It's the symbol of America.

Are you telling me you don't recognize
what kind of bird that is?

Okay, you obviously
have not read my dossier.

I have bird blindness.

Bird blindness?

I can't tell the difference

between one type of bird and another.

Okay, but a duck and an eagle
are totally different sizes.

Yeah, well,
they look the same size to me, man.

What about, like, a hummingbird?

Tiny bird?

Incredibly fast wings? Hovers?

Yeah, see?

Yeah, I only know about that
because I read it.

- Yeah.
- To me, they look and move

just like any other bird.

- Wow.
- Bird blindness.

It's my sole weakness.

What is she showing him?

That's...

That could be anything, man.

- Quantum what?
- Unfolding Chamber.

It's a dimensional portal

that leads to 99 other universes.

- In your bedroom?
- It's my dad's bedroom.

- Yours now?
- Yeah, fucking mine now, whatever.

I don't use it much.

I let Eagly fly around there sometimes
when it's too cold outside.

- It's my dad's.
- You never told me about it.

Never thought about it, Ads.
Jeez, it's not that big a deal.

Get the fuck out, it's not.

I grew up with it. It's normal to me.

It's like you being a fucking
Christian Scientist or whatever.

- I'm not Christian Science.
- What are you then?

Well, I don't practice much,
but I'm Methodist.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I don't know what the fuck that is!

Okay? Normal to you, but to me,

it's wacky Martian shit.

You cannot seriously
be comparing me being Methodist

to you having a secret dimensional portal
in your bedroom right now.

I see your point!
Fine. Fucking congratulations, Ads.

You're the winner of the conversation.

We'll get you your gold medal
and your congratulatory watch,

and, you know, your fucking many awards
to shower you with.

Let's all get together
and do a big fucking dance routine.

Yeah, that's right. Great.

Just 40,000 people fucking dancing,

just about how fucking awesome you are
at doing conversations!

Shit!

- Are you having a breakdown right now?
- I don't know.

What's going on with you?

I had a rough night.

I don't want to make it worse,

but you're being monitored right now.

- By who?
- Rick Flag. Senior.

He's the head of ARGUS now.

Does he know that I...

Killed his son? Yeah.

Fuck me.

Fuck. How do you know all this?

A friend inside.

I'm just gonna pretend
like I don't know who that is.

- You want my advice?
- I don't fucking know.

Number one, this portal?

Don't use it because, somehow,
they always know when you do.

- Number two, give it to them.
- It's mine!

They're gonna treat you like you're hiding
a nuclear weapon in your house, Chris.

Just tell them
you don't know exactly what it is.

It's your dad's, or whatever.

Because if you don't,
they're going to use this

as an excuse to send you back to prison.

Hey, guys.

Who's the nerd?

That is Adrian Chase.

They're... He's just a friend.

That motherfucker
look like he caught all the Pokémen.

- You know what I'm saying?
- No, I don't.

Super nerd.

Pokémon is plural, not Pokémen.

Well, I'm sorry.

Pokémen's grammar is not my bag, man.

When you were learning that,

I had two hot bitches sucking my dick.

Okay, well, I'll see y'all guys tonight.

- John's coming home party.
- Yeah, we'll be there.

Eagly!

Come on!

- So, what are we doing?
- I need a hand with something.

What's all this?

I had some people over, is all.

What?

Nothing.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Zora.

Would you do me a huge favor?

Would you mind getting these people
out of here for me?

Sure.

Thank you.

- Well, that's gross.
- What?

There was no time at all
between her flushing that toilet

and coming out of the bathroom.

That means
she didn't wash her hands at all.

- Okay.
- "Okay"?

Personally, I don't think
gonorrhea hands are "okay."

- What are you pissed off about?
- I'm not pissed off.

Fine, 'cause I don't need it today,
Adrian, okay?

Fine. Why am I here?

Dude, I fucked up.

I see. You're in trouble and you call me.

But you have a party
and you fuck a bunch of major hotties

and then you don't even
invite your best friend?

Why do you always pretend like you're
not pissed off when it's obvious?

I'm not pissed off.
I didn't say I was pissed off.

Is it surprising? Yes.

Is it outrageous? Absolutely, it is!

Yeah, I was depressed.

Okay? It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
I was just...

drowning my sorrows in flesh.

It had nothing to do with friendship.

And to be quite honest, Adrian,
you don't even seem that into sex.

Dude, I'm not into sex
because, like, it's sex.

I'm into sex because,
like a lot of people,

it's an opportunity
to bond with my best friend.

That's not like a lot of people.

Well, I'm not a pervert,
is what I'm saying.

I don't quote-unquote "like" sex.

Shut the door.

- Are you going in?
- I'm being monitored.

- What?
- They're gonna know.

Know what?

Fuck it.

Fuck.

Fleury.

Yeah, we see it.

Yeah, me and Ginger Cool are on this shit.

- Jesus Christ.
- Yeah, sure.

Bordeaux wants to know
are you going to that thing tonight?

- The thing with Smith?
- Yeah, I know what she means.

Yes. Why?

He says he'll be there with bells on.

He said he'll be there "with bells on"?

Well, I added the bells part.
Sounded more poetic.

Okay, Agent, don't do that.

Don't embellish shit.

Sorry, Chief. It won't happen again.

Flag thinks we should keep Economos
in the cold on this.

Okay.

So, after he and Smith leave,

I'm sending you and a team of agents

to do a full scrub of Smith's home.

- Got it?
- Right.

She says to hold.

So, do nothing?

That's right.

Okay.

So, then you killed your own doppelganger?

- Yeah.
- From another dimension?

Yes.

That's exactly the same as ours,
except everything's better?

- Yep.
- Dude, that's sick!

- Believe me, it's not.
- But why?

I'd love to meet a me
that's me except better.

Dude, believe me,
you don't want to meet yourself.

It's chilling as fuck.

Well, yeah, sure, if you kill yourself.

I'm talking about before that, man.

Looking into your own eyes,
it just fucks you up.

No way.

Here it is.

We gotta get rid of it.

I don't want my other-world dad
and brother finding it.

Yeah, they'd probably kill you
if they did.

Cool helmet!

Fuck off!

Who's that guy?

That's just some rude motherfucker

who I say hi to every time,
and never says hi back!

Chris, turn that off. Oh my God.

Come on. Come on. Stop.

- Let's go.
- No, no, wait, wait.

Let's give him a few more minutes,

make sure he doesn't
come back for something.

Come back for something?

Yeah, he's going to a party,
a get-together with friends.

Oftentimes, people will buy a gift

like a bottle of champagne,
a... a housewarming thing.

Isn't a housewarming gift
solely for people

- who just moved into a new home?
- No.

It's any gift that you give
to someone in their house.

It warms the house.

No, it's not.

It's just for people moving
into a new place.

- That guy...
- Vega.

Vega. He's right.

None of this matters.

The point is,
is that when I go to someone's house,

I will often buy a gift,
then I forget the gift.

And then I don't remember
until I'm halfway to the place I'm going.

Well, personally, though,
I just say fuck it.

I forgot it.

I just want to party.

- Get lit.
- Yeah, I love to get lit.

Bonus, you can drink
the champagne afterwards by yourself.

Well, that's you.

And that's probably 50 percent of people.

But a lot of people are more considerate,

and they will come back.

So, in case this hick
is one of those people...

we won't get caught with our pants down.

Stop bouncing.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hold on.

Will you text the others
and tell them to meet us on the roof?

Sure.

I gotta say,

you're not really the person
I expected to play host.

Well, Adebayo lives in a snake pit.

Adrian lives with his mother,

who might be rotting Norma Bates-style
for all I know.

And every time I go to Chris's,
Eagly literally tries to kill me.

Fucking Eagly.

This is surprisingly nice.

Yeah, just look out for the dog shit.

Asshole neighbors bring their dogs up.

- I like dogs.
- You like dog shit?

- No.
- Hey, guys.

- How did you get up here?
- Fire escape.

I got beer.

Don't be climbing up my fire escape, dude.

Where do you get this stuff from?

It's funny, right?

- Give me one of those.
- Yeah.

- Want one?
- Duh.

Okay.

- Here you go.
- Right, yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Just hand it to him.

Yeah, no, I'll just...
I'll just hand it to him.

Probably the best thing.
Should've done that right away.

Yeah.

Motherfuckers!

- Econogoat!
- What up!

Back home where he belongs.

The missing piece of the puzzle, man.
There he is!

Hey.

- Did you guys come together?
- No, dude.

We met in the stairwell on the way up.

Okay, okay.

- Chips and dips and brewskis...
- Leota.

we doin' it up in style!

Hey, Ads.

Good sir.

- Miss you, girl. Yeah.
- You too.

Wait, what happened to your eye?

Nothing. It's stupid.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- To the 11th Street Kids.
- Yeah.

We came, we motherfuckin' rocked it.

No matter how far away
we are from each other,

even our boy Economos,

no one will ever break us apart.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Right on! Fuck yeah, bro!

All right, Mexicali,

you take your gadget,

scan for any anomalies
you find throughout that house.

Ponyboy, don't let them out of your sight.

Titties, I want you
to take the front door.

Encino Man, you take the back door.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

But not the fucking names, dude.

You can't just call us that.

Where do you think we are?
Fucking Berkeley?

How else am I gonna remember you?

You know what? You just got demoted.

Your new name is Barely Legal.

Fuck off, man.

Okay, now it's Kewpie Doll.

Keep it up.

- Fuck.
- Let's go.

What even is that thing?

Measures traces
of non-terrestrial energies.

I'm picking up something.

What the fuck?

Jesus.

This is a dimensional discrepancy.

This is major, man.

Jesus!

Shoot it! Shoot it!

I'm fucking trying! It's a bird, dude!

Fuck!

Fucking bird!

Kewpie!

Titties! Encino Man! Get in here!

I can't tell how big this thing is.

Fucking bird blindness.

Hold on. Fuck!

Fuck!

Thank God.

Fuck.

Hang in there, Titties.
You're gonna be okay.

Look out.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I pulled you over here
with my fishing line.

Yes, I saw that.

Maybe you think that's disrespectful.
I don't know.

You could have torn a hole in my shirt.
It's not cool.

Man.

It ain't been the same
since you left, man.

- Fuck you.
- I'm serious.

Look, I know sometimes
you think you don't matter,

but you do.

To all of us.

To everyone here.

Do you guys get together like this a lot?

No, not all of us, just individually.

So, me and Chris, obviously.

- Yeah, obviously.
- Me and Harcourt.

Harcourt.

And Chris and Adrian,
Chris and Harcourt.

Chris and Harcourt?

What is up with that?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You doing okay, though?

Hello. Yes.

You seem a little stressed.

Okay, well,

it's the job.

Well, shit. Quit.

- Quit?
- Yeah.

Yeah, do what I'm doing.

I don't need anybody else.

I just go off and forge my own path.

You making any money doing that?

No. Not yet, but... but... but I will.

And what you gonna do?

You just gonna... I don't know,

just sit around
and be scared your whole life?

Yes.

I've had crippling anxiety
since I was a kid.

I don't think
I'm gonna change that much now.

Shit.

No, what are you doing?
What are you fucking doing?

- I love you, brother.
- You love alcohol.

Fleury!

Fleury!

Fleury!

Fleury!

A fucking duck attacked me.

We gotta get these people to a hospital.

We gotta go.

Even Evergreen's pretty from above.

Hey.

What happened?

No big deal.

Some dude at a bar fucking with me.

Like that time a couple months ago?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

Or like the first time we talked,
you know, in that bar?

The bar you fucking followed me into.

That's the one.

Yes.

Yeah. Yes, I did.

I followed you in there
'cause I thought you were cool.

- Cool?
- Yeah.

- Sure.
- I still think you're cool.

Okay.

Anyway...

That bar,

filled with not great people.

It's not a great spot.

You know, I figured
if somebody was looking for a fight...

that'd be a real good place to find one.

- That's all.
- So, that's your theory here?

Not a theory.

Just a thought I had I couldn't shake.

That I go around
trying to get into fights?

I don't know what you do.

You wear a costume and go out
and beat the shit out of people.

Maybe it takes one to know one, okay?

That's not happening.
That would be fucking stupid.

I'm just saying, you've just been so upset
ever since Task Force X disbanded.

I'm worried about you.

- Worried about me.
- What?

Yeah.

You know,
we both know that's what you'd like.

What?

Yeah, you'd like me to be some sort of

damaged, broken bird

'cause, you know,

water seeks its own level and all that.

Sorry.
I'm not as fucked up as you, Chris.

I never said you were.

All right. Fuck this.

Eagly, were you fucking shit up again?

Hey.

Come on.

My guy,

you're the best.

You're the best.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey.

Sorry.

Yeah, Keith, you find anything?

No, no, no. No one knows where he is.

You call that Karen girl, the one he's...

Yeah. Okay.

I'm trying to think anywhere else
he could be. I...

What's the blood in the library from?

You don't think it's those pills again,
do you?

Pokémon is plural, not Pokémen.

Well, I'm sorry.

Pokémen's grammar is not my bag, man.

When you were learning that,

I had two hot bitches sucking my dick.

What did they look like?

One was blonde and one was bald.

Why was she bald?

What were their names?

Gertrude, Francine. The Peppermint twins.

- I'll never forget.
- Yeah? Where was this?

In Portland, Oregon.

- Real hot?
- Super hot.