All language subtitles for Peacemaker.2022.S02E04.720p.10bit.WEBRip.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

What the fuck is that?

Dad, don't!

Tell me "don't"?

Since when I take orders
from you?

Dad, there's something
over there,

where he was going.

Lion to Claws,

we'll be there
in less than ten minutes.

Copy, Lion.

What are you looking at?

Remember that time you smashed
my car with a truck

and snuck up behind me and hit me
in the head with a tire iron?

- Yeah. Why?
- Just curious.

Well, it was
a great fucking moment.

Hot take.

You hit this little Chinaman
with a tire iron?

I'm Vietnamese,
Wild Bill Suckcock.

And yes, he did.

I wish I'd killed him.

I wish he was sitting there
right now, dead.

You wish my corpse
was here in front of you?

Yes.

You would carry it around
with you everywhere?

Yeah, 'cause you're small
and light,

and it's a reminder
of my victory.

So, you'd torment my loved ones

who'd have to watch you carry
around my dead body?

You're taking it
a little too seriously now.

Shit, Ginger Cool,
you are hardcore.

- Hey, fuck you too, asshole.
- Oh, shit.

GC is a little upset

'cause we're about to go arrest
his friend

and kill his favorite parrot.

You know,
I wasn't gonna say anything,

but does Bordeaux know
that you were making faces

when you were on the phone
with her?

I don't know
what this man is talking about.

If I was making a face,

then that comes
with having a face.

- What kind of faces?
- He winked at me

like he had you wrapped around
his fucking finger.

- You winked at him?
- No.

I'll take a polygraph.
I don't give a shit.

If I did, it was a wink like,

"Hey, we're all
in this together."

When the fuck does a wink mean
we're all in this together?

I'm from Illinois.

It...
Maybe it's a Midwestern thing.

I spent many years in the hills
of Illi-noise hunting balds,

and ain't nobody ever winked
at my ass

to say we're in this together.

And that there is a point
for Hagrid here.

I don't want you on my side,
you fucking psychopath.

You judge me
for ridding the world

of beak-ed vermin
when you hit a little

incapacitated Chinaman!

He just said
he was from Vietnam, asshole.

Well, ain't that one
of the places

Chinamens come from?

Question,
are you the dumbest cunt

who's ever existed,
or just top five?

- That ain't nice at all, son.
- Shut the fuck up, all of you!

- Hey, I didn't say anything.
- Now, you did, didn't you?

Jesus.

Eagly?

Eagly, what happened?

Claws to Lion. Copy?

- Copy, Claws.
- We're in position.

- Waiting on your word.
- Less than a minute out.

No.

It's not your food.
This is my food.

My food's over here.
Your food's over there.

Fuck it.

"Get..."

"Get out... Get out
of your house innediately"?

Or maybe he means "immediately,"
I don't know.

"Argus tagent."
What the fuck is a "tagent"?

Oh, fuck. Wait.

We'll enter at the front.

Jagger and Kline,
make your way to the back.

Fleury, left side.
Economos and St. Wild, right.

Oh shit!

Well, you said
I didn't have to work

with
Captain Cultural Appropriation.

Fuck. Fine.

Shit.

Oh!

Eagly, we gotta go.

No, bro. We gotta go!

Motherfucker!

Oh. Hey, hey. Here. Yeah, yeah.

That's right. Yeah, baloney?
Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

♪ Eagle droppings.

That's good.

- Ugh!
- Four days old.

Hints of cold cuts.

Tater chips.

Ki...

ai!

Aw, come on!

What the hell, bro?

You screwed the world once.
I won't let you do it again.

Say goodbye, demonic bir...

Oh, shit.

You're like a piece
of toilet paper

stuck to my shoe.

I just can't pick off.

Oh, yes!

Oh, snap. Aw!

"...like to gift you..."

Man, this is so fucking cool.

Here we go.

Snap.

Pretty sweet, huh?

"ASAP"?

Somebody get Economos.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, man. That was insane.

It's the craziest thing I've...

Oh my God. Oh.

What the hell happened?

I... I came up behind you

when you were about
to shoot Eagl...

That eagle.

Yeah, I remember
getting a beat on it,

- but I can't quite remember...
- Yeah, and...

- ...anything after.
- And then a...

Another eagle.

- Another eagle?
- Yeah, a... a...

a second eagle
flew in fast and, boom!

Just knocked you over
and you slammed into that rock.

No, no, no,
that don't make no sense, son.

- No?
- I mean,

eagles are solitary creatures.

Yes, that's what's so weird,
right?

- This could only mean one thing.
- Um...

The eagle I was about to shoot
was the...

was the primal eagle foretold

in the Yakama
and Meskwaki myths.

What?

The eagle that rules
over all the eagles.

Everything in my life has led me
to this moment, son.

To kill the primal eagle!

The soul of our country
shall be purged

of all of our transgressions
against all the native

and indigenous peoples
of this land.

That's the one thing
it could mean?

'Cause I...

I feel like it could mean
a lot of different things.

Nope.

And I feel like
you're just making up

- a bunch of stuff...
- Nope.

...just to rationalize
your weird desire

- to kill eagles.
- No, sir.

It's kind of
strangely condescending

to Native Americans.

Oh, well, son, we disagree
on some of the specifics.

But at the end of the day,

we both agree
what's most important.

That so-called Eagly
needs to die.

- We don't agree on that at all.
- We most certainly do.

- No.
- Yes, we do.

Economos.
Bordeaux needs to see you. Now.

What happened to you?

My third eye's been opened, son.

Ain't no way
that eagle's gonna hide

from me now.

Ads!

Eagly!

- We gotta go.
- Yo, what's going on?

We gotta go fast.

I gotta move
the dimensional portal.

- You gotta what?
- We gotta go, please, Ads.

What are you wearing?

- Ads, fucking go!
- Okay, okay, where?

Head towards Settlers' Hills.

Vij. Yeah. I need you to pick up
some doors at Lowe's.

Yeah?
What do you want?

- What's your problem, Economos?
- Oh, who can say?

I couldn't possibly be upset
that I'm teamed up

with an insane
redneck bird-killer

and some little
kung fu Bulbasaur

who once tried to murder me,

while we try
to arrest my friend.

- How wacky would that be?
- Well, get over it.

I'm not getting paid to deal
with your shit.

- I think you kind of are.
- What?

If you read my dossier,

you'd know
I have social deficiencies

that are worth dealing with
for all my other talents.

So, you do kind of
explicitly get paid

to deal with my shit.

You are one curmudgeonly
motherfucker, Ginger Cool.

Oh. What the fuck?

I told you not to call me that.

- Motherfucker!
- Back off, Fleury.

What kind of grown man spits
on another person?

Is one of your talents

that you can hack
the lock on this door?

If I had my equipment.

Where is your equipment?

It's in the mobile unit.

Outside, 20 feet away.

- No.
- No?

- It's 30 feet.
- Go fucking get it, John.

Yeah.

We're all
in this together, right?

What did you mean
you have to move the portal?

I mean, I gotta transfer
the door from my dad's house

to where we're going,
if we make it in time.

- Transfer?
- Yeah.

I use this to do it. I...
I don't know if I still can.

I was a kid
the last time I did it.

- A kid?
- Yeah. Moved it twice.

Once when we found it
in the woods

to my dad's trailer.

I think my dad was afraid
it was dangerous,

so he had me and Keith do it.

- What a champ.
- Yeah.

And then I did it again myself
when we moved to my dad's house.

Your dad didn't make the portal?

No way.

I thought he was some sort
of super genius.

You fucking kidding?
He flunked out of tenth grade.

So, how'd he make
all them helmets and stuff?

It's, uh, complicated.

Yeah?

Yeah,
you're gonna get me arrested.

I almost killed a guy
while saving Eagly's life.

- What? How?
- It's not important.

I'm about to go in there

and pick the lock
on that closet door.

Economos, I need you
to stall them for a little bit.

- There isn't time.
- Just a little bit.

Okay? All right?

I'll try, okay?

Fuck! I...

Bordeaux sent me out here
to help.

Yeah, I don't need help.
I just... need this thing, okay?

Fuck.

What's so important
about this door?

Okay.

Six months ago, right?

I'm fucking around in there
with Eagly.

Just letting him fly around.
It's cold outside.

He disappears for a minute.

And I go running after him.
I'm yelling, screaming for him.

I find him.

He's by a door that's not mine,
but he's squawking at it.

And then I realize
the lock is exactly like mine.

And weirder, it's got a rack of
Peacemaker helmets next to it.

What?

I don't know why,
but I tried my dad's code.

It worked.

- So, I went in and...
- Wow.

...my dad was there alive.

Chris. This is like
after your father died.

- It's not.
- You saw him then.

It's not the same.

Those visions, they haunted you.
They messed with you.

I was worried, bro.

It's... It's not the same, okay?

This isn't my mind
playing tricks on me, all right?

It's one of the 99 doorways
to other dimensions in there.

And it leads to a parallel world
that's almost exactly like ours,

but it's better.

- Better?
- Yeah.

It's not just my dad.

It's Keith.

He's alive.

We're best friends.
Him and my dad.

All three of us.
We fight crime together. They...

They call us the Top Trio.

- The Top Trio?
- Yeah.

There's murals.

Wait, this is it. Make a left.

- Oh... What is this place?
- It belonged to my grandfather.

We used to come up here
with my dad when we hunted.

Oh, there's fucking spiders
everywhere.

Adrian would love this.

- Goddamn it.
- Shit!

Okay.

There's different ways to,
uh, crack this code.

Which way's best?

Hmm.

You don't know?

I'm trying to think through
the various possibilities.

Didn't you hack into the CIA
when you were 14?

I did.
That's how I got recruited.

- Yeah.
- And you can't hack this?

I can. I just want to find
the best possible way.

And I got caught hacking
into the CIA.

And I promised myself

I would never make
that mistake again.

Quit stalling, John.

I'm not stalling.
That's a f...

That's just a weird thing
to say to a...

Just do whatever way is best.

Fine.

I'm gonna use this thing.

- Great.
- Oh. This is a...

This is a good thing to...
to use.

I just plug it in.

I mean, obviously,
it's not a wireless.

I just gotta hook up
the leads to...

Yeah.

I just have to, uh,
hit this switch.

Whoa! Whoa.

What?

- You guys hear a cat?
- A cat?

Yeah, it sounds like
a kitten crying out.

I'm worried it might be stuck
in a drawer.

- Should we check all the...
- I don't care if there's a cat in a drawer.

Okay. Callous.

- Just open it, Economos!
- Open the door!

Just do it, asshole.

Okay, fine.

As long as we just go back
and get the cat afterwards.

This is the part
I'm not so sure about.

Whoa!

Okay, here's where I need you
to go outside.

- Why?
- Just do it.

I'll be right behind you.

What the fuck?

Shit!

Is that what you wanted it
to do?

Maybe.

Whoa.

General, Sasha Bordeaux is on line one.

Sasha.

Nothing.

Why would he have a lock
like that on a closet

with old sweaters?

Right.

Jeannie, get me an address
for Emilia Harcourt.

Hey, kid.

General, I...

You do not have
to call me General.

It's Rick, you know that.

Rick. Right.

Mind if I come in?

Of course, sir.

You doing okay?

- Yes, sir. You?
- Yeah.

Heard you were injured
a while back.

Yeah, I broke my back.
Waller's bullshit.

Oh, right. Congratulations
on the, uh, promotion.

Director.

Mm-hmm.

- You want some coffee, or...
- Sure.

A smidge of milk, no sugar?

Uh, yeah.

And yet you can't remember
to call me Rick.

You remember what you told me
after the funeral?

- Sir.
- Rick.

Rick.

At the end of the day,
Smith killed your son

because Waller ordered him to.

Yeah, me in Pokolistan,
you and Ricky in Corto Maltese,

we all defied Waller's orders
when she went too far.

Yeah.

I'm not judging you.

I'm sure you miss Ricky, too.

Can't imagine you flew
across the country

to talk about your son, General.

No.

So, you know
you have been black-booked?

Yeah, I was fairly certain
that was the case.

It is.

- Waller did it?
- Mm-hmm.

On her way out the door, yeah.

So, I can't be hired by any
of the intelligence agencies

for the rest of my life.

That's what it means, yeah.

Fucking...

That's...

That is fucking bullshit,
to be honest, General.

I know.

I was one among five agents
who eradicated an alien threat,

saving countless lives,

and I nearly lost my life
in the process.

I had nothing to do
with Amanda Waller's daughter

outing her on national TV.

Had Agent Adebayo
asked my advice,

I would have strongly
advised against it

and offered
other potential solutions

for keeping Agent Smith
out of prison.

So, I have no fucking idea

why I am the one
being black-booked here.

You know Waller, kid.

Woman can hold a grudge.

She needed to blame somebody
for corrupting her daughter,

and, rightly or wrongly,
that fell on you.

So, my 18 years of service

to my country
means fucking nothing?

Oh, don't tell me you were in this
for the accolades, Emilia.

Accolades, I can live without.

I'd rather not do
without my utilities,

which are about to be shut off.

That's why I'm here.

I'm thinking
there may be a way for you

to get back in the good graces
of the U.S. government.

Anything.

You have to bring us Peacemaker.

My ad just came out
in Pro Soldier.

- Pro Soldier?
- That's right.

Now, I'm just waiting
for the calls

to start rolling in.

Ads, Pro Soldier is a scam.

- What?
- Yeah, nobody reads it.

They make all their money off

wannabe mercenaries
buying their advertising.

How many copies they sell?

- I don't know, like, 12?
- Thousand?

No.

Twelve hundred?

Nope.
You see where this is going?

- Fuck!
- Yeah. Twelve.

I know all the guys who read it,
and they're not hiring anybody.

They're just watching
the Game Show Network,

collecting their urine in jars,

posting
on psoriasis Reddit threads.

I get it. I get it.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Is there a you in there?

What?

You say there's your dad,
there's your brother,

but is there a you in there?

- I got kinda fucked up.
- How?

Well, I didn't mean to,
you know.

Mean to what?

Kill him.

You killed your own self
from a parallel dimension?

It was self-defense.

He was gonna kill me.
He found me in his room.

Doing what?

Looking at a picture of me
and Emilia Harcourt,

like, in love.

Back the fuck up.

She's dating Rick Flag Junior,
who's still alive,

but really still in love
with me.

Rick Flag Junior
is in love with you?

- No! No, Harcourt.
- Wait, okay.

This is becoming some fucked-up
Twilight Zone shit.

- Yeah, right.
- You ever thought that maybe

there ain't another dimension
at all?

- What?
- Like, maybe you walk

through that door in there

and you're in some sort of world
that messes with your mind

and gives you
whatever it is you wanted,

but none of it's real.

No, I'm pretty sure it's real.

At the end of the day,
does it matter?

- Yeah.
- Why?

You can't be thinking
about going back in there.

- I have to.
- Why?

First off, my brother, okay?

Losing him as a kid, that was
the worst moment of my life.

Now, he's gonna lose me
if I don't...

He already lost his brother
if you killed him, Chris.

- You don't understand.
- Maybe I do.

I owe Emilia
an explanation about something.

About what?

Whether or not I wanna explore
a relationship with her.

- What? - I'm not just gonna fucking
stand the girl up.

She's damaged enough.
He cheated on her.

Dude, if it's real,
which I still very much doubt,

she thinks you're somebody else.

No, not really.
We have the same DNA.

- I passed a fucking eye test.
- What's an eye test?

Where they put that thing
over your eye!

- Like at the airport?
- Yes. Yeah.

He's like me,
except more of a dick

- with worse taste in clothes.
- I find that hard to believe.

Look what I'm wearing!

Looks like a Saudi prince

vomited his fucking dining room
all over me.

- You're wearing his clothes?
- You think I bought this, Ads?

That's fucking hateful.

Chris, no matter how green
the grass is over there,

our biggest problems in life
are the ones

that we carry within ourselves.
Everything else evens out.

This is where God put you.
You belong here.

♪ Maybe I don't.

Why?

Maybe the universe fucked up,
Ads, you know?

You know,
maybe I belong in there,

and my asshole doppelganger
belonged here.

But some fucking
cosmic occurrence switched us.

So, I end up
in the dark dimension

where I can't catch
a fucking break.

He ends up in the land
of goodness and light

with a brother who's still alive

and a father
who fucking loves him.

The good us.

Where I'm a fucking hero.

It don't feel right, Chris.

P... P... P... Peacemaker!

Oh. Hey, Ads.

Hey, Adrian.

Um... Uh, I got some doors
and hinges, just like you asked.

Oh, Quantum Unfolding Chamber?

Sick.

I've been in there
a bunch of times, you know,

it's best-friend stuff.

And I bet there's another me
in there somewhere.

- Don't you think?
- I don't know, Adrian.

Let's see if we can fit one
of those doors on here.

Fu...

Vij, I need to borrow your ride.

- Where are you going?
- To see Harcourt.

Is that safe?

I need her to answer a question
before I know what to do next.

Take the phone.

I don't trust him. Watch him.

Did you find anything out?

Emilia, this is your one shot

getting back in the good graces
of ARGUS.

This is bullshit.

I don't deserve this
and neither does he.

Emilia.

I'm going to meet him now.

Kupperberg Park,
at Hartley and Vermont.

I'll keep him occupied
and distracted,

and then you come in.

And it better be more
than just these two bozos.

These what?

You're not taking
the Peacemaker down alone.

We'll have everyone there.

You're doing
the right thing, Emilia.

♪ I know I am.

Settlers' Hills.

I got you, motherfucker.

♪ Eagle droppings.

Ugh!

Four days old.
Hints of cold cuts, tater chips.

- No.
- I get hints of peppermint,

SPAM, Twizzlers. M&Ms.
Fruity Pebbles, and...

- And, uh...
- I... I get it.

...protein powder.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Tikka masala.

Come on, man,
you can't really tell.

Lima beans, pad Thai, A-5 Wagyu.

- He ate all that...
- Yeah.

...since his fucking last shit?

Beluga caviar.

There's no fucking way you know
what beluga caviar tastes like.

Mm. Oh my God.

That eagle eats better
than I do.