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[wind blowing]

♪ Why does the sun Go on shining? ♪

♪ Why does the sea Rush to shore? ♪

♪ Don't they know It's the end of the world? ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't Love me anymore ♪

♪ I wake up in the morning ♪

♪ And I wonder ♪

♪ Why everything was the same As it was ♪

♪ I can't understand How life goes on The way it does ♪

♪ Why does my heart Go on beating? ♪

♪ Why do these Eyes of mine cry? ♪

♪ Don't they know It's the end of the world? ♪

♪ If only when you said ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

[Rita] Are we sure we're sober enough to lead the way?

Oh, I don't know, I think so.

A pile of dead corpses in a giant crater is fairly sobering.

That said...

I do think there's something very familiar about Immortus.

But I just can't place it.

Well, that's because it's not Immortus,

it's Isabel fucking Feathers!

[Cliff] Shit. Is it Immortus or isn't it?

The fuck do you care?

[Cliff] Immortus!

[whisper shouting] Immortus!

- [fake cough] Immortus! - Will you shut up?

Nobody thinks it's funny.

It's your fault why we're in this fucking mess.

Come on, it's not all my fault, right?

It's a little bit Larry's fault too.

Dorothy?

Where'd you come from?

And who's the chick in the jumpsuit?

Cliff, not now, Please.

Casey.

You okay?

My father is... dead.

Some part of me always knew his story would end like this.

But that other man, Wally Sage?

He was my creator. And...

the only one who could explain why I'm here.

To lose them both...

I don't know why you're here, Casey.

But I'm glad you are.

We'll figure this out together. I promise.

[sighs]

Hey, should I be worried about this?

Honestly? I don't know.

Can't really say I saw this one coming.

Yeah, I gotta get the hell out of here.

Are you calling an Uber?

Bro, we just blew up a pocket dimension in the middle of Ohio.

I gotta go check on my wife and kids.

- [laughs] - Come on, man.

A'ight, you go be a dad.

[laughs] I'll handle this.

You really do love it, don't you?

- How's that? - You know.

This.

Man, you looked like your old self back there.

Those freaky ass Scissormen couldn't wipe the grin off your face.

Hey, by this you're talking about me being Cyborg...

No, no. Nah. You were right about that.

You can't just go back to being Cyborg.

At least...

not the old Cyborg.

[cell phone chimes]

That's my ride.

[grunts]

- Get home safe. - All right.

I'll talk to you.

Come on.

[panting]

So, what's the verdict?

Should one of us go check on her, ask if she's doing all right?

Ask if she's doing all right?

She just exploded and killed half a dozen people!

She needs to be destroyed.

Wow, that is big talk

for someone who couldn't even handle killing a fake Wally Sage.

Maybe there's somewhere between,

you know, hospitality and homicide?

- Homicide? - Yeah.

I don't want to murder some random girl!

[Cliff] Or get murdered by some random girl.

[Larry] What if we're following the wrong girl?

Are we sure that's Immortus?

[Cliff] Immortus?

[in high pitch] Immortus?

[in accent] Immortus?

[Rita] Oh, for fuck's sake. Isabel?

Isabel Feathers?

Yeah?

Prepare yourself, Isabel Feathers.

Did ya'll just say "Isabel Feathers"?

[sighs]

You found Isabel Feathers! [laughs]

[jingle playing]

After several months,

the body of Isabel Feathers has been found, and that body is alive.

So, Isabel, we're dying to know.

Where have you been all this time?

Where have I been?

I guess you could say I was lost in the fabric of reality.

Somewhere outside of space and time.

[Jonathan] Outside of space and time. I see.

And what was that like for you?

There are no words... [distorted] to accurately describe my experience.

I witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.

I stared into the heat death of the universe

and heard the answer to the final question.

My body was everywhere and nowhere all at once,

and my screams echoed back to me through the eons

like a chorus of haunted memories.

The only escape was death, and death was revealed to be nothing but an illusion.

[Cliff] This is what we do now that we're old and decrepit?

Watch supervillains on television?

This girl looks like she's definitely about to explode again.

[Rita] We should've taken her out when we had the chance.

Uh... [sighs]

I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I...

So, Isabel, we're dying to know,

where have you been all this time?

Okay, what the fuck was that?

Oh my gosh, Jonathan.

I honestly can't explain the wheres and hows of what happened to me.

It was just, like, so deep, you know?

What I can say

is I really used that time to work on myself.

My brand. You know?

I stopped asking "Where is Isabel Feathers?"

and started asking, "Who is Isabel Feathers?"

[Cliff] This is what we do now that we're old and decrepit?

Watch supervillains on television?

[Jane] Maybe that explosion was a one-time deal. I mean,

this theater geek doesn't seem like the vengeful time-god type.

Uh-huh, did no one else see that?

I saw enough. Isabel, Immortus, is a threat that needs to be removed.

Oh please. We all know what Immortus is capable of.

Also, she's not just Immortus.

She's my former archenemy...

Thespian archenemy.

Isabel Feathers is no thespian, Jane.

She's a two-faced,

mm, dinner-theater caliber pretty-faced witch who might just be a world killer.

- We need to destroy her. - Rita's right.

You know, I got a strange sense of deja vu when I was watching that interview.

One minute, like, she was kinda dangerous and kind of weird

and then the next minute, she was just this normal ordinary girl.

[Larry] Maybe she's dangerous and normal, like us.

We should leave her alone.

[Cliff] Please, please, please, please...

[gasps] No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!

Cliff?

Oh, my God. What do we do? What do we do? [breathing heavily]

What?

Um, I was just checking to see if anybody wanted to have ice cream.

- Why would anyone want ice cream right now? - Nobody wants ice cream.

- I feel like a soft serve or... - Get a hold of yourself, man.

All right, fuck off. You guys can't keep giving me shit for this.

I didn't lose our longevity. We all lost our longevity together.

- Don't even fucking start with me. - This is 100% your fault.

- This is not a good look. - [Madame Rouge] I agree.

This is why we need to act.

We need to figure out exactly what is going on with Isabel, Immortus.

It's our best chance at

getting out of this mess that Cliff has gotten us into.

[Cliff] You're kidding me?

[Jonathan] So, Isabel, are you excited about the big rescue celebration

going on this afternoon?

And do you expect that some of the heroes that saved you

will make an appearance in the parade?

Uh, I'm sure they'll be there.

They're just as happy I'm back as...

everyone else is, right?

[Jonathan] Well, why in the World of Wut would they not be, right?

[both laughing]

That's it! Hm?

That's the cover we need to go into town and figure out what's really going on here.

We've practically been invited.

I'm right here! Stop shouting!

Sorry. I thought I heard something.

You okay?

I don't know, Dr. Stone. You try aging 15 years in an afternoon.

[Cliff] I'm with Jane. We're literally getting too old for this.

[Larry] Face it, Rita. It's over. We lost.

Immortus was just a bunch of comic book bullshit.

It doesn't really matter to me whether Isabel is an ordinary girl

or an ordinary despotic time monster.

I have to figure out what to do with the little time I have left.

Perhaps you're right.

We are all getting older.

Even though I am the one who has aged more than anyone else,

and I am still ready to kick some ass.

Uh, right, let's get to work.

[Dorothy] Okay, so this...

is my father's spaceship.

Whoa, holy smokes, kid, a spaceship?

It looks, uh, super aerodynamic.

[clanging]

So, uh, what kind of engine you workin' with here, huh?

Dutonium fire-water? Combustible neutron droplets?

Purple Crystals?

It runs on apples.

You feed them to a mountain goat over the dashboard.

Huh.

How are you feeling, Casey?

Okie-dokie.

I don't know-kie.

Out of all the real life

feelings I've experienced for the first time, this is...

really the worst, you know.

No one likes to feel that pain.

Sometimes it stays with you forever.

But grief is like a gift.

Just like smell and taste.

All of these things let you know that you're alive.

That you're real.

[sniffles] I just wish I could turn the page.

But that's why I brought you here.

[sighs] I want you to have my father's ship.

You can go anywhere you want to.

I don't know. I've never been driven by goat-apple power before, so...

[Casey sighs]

[exhales]

I think I need a new mission.

A mission?

Here on Earth?

Well, I guess I have a mission of my own right now.

These people here,

they're family to me. They're the only family I have left,

and they're dying.

[sighs] I have to help them.

[Casey] Well, it sounds pretty important.

Maybe this time I'll be your sidekick.

That is if you'll have me aboard.

[laughing]

[Larry] I'm sorry, pal.

Things didn't go the way we hoped.

I swear, I'll give you all I can until my very last breath.

[Rama] Quite depressing, mate.

Slightly less depressing than the robot in your garage, but only slightly.

Rama? Is that you?

I... I thought you disappeared.

[Rama] Not so much disappeared. More of, uh, disassembled.

I think your little glowing friend got a little carried away

and, well, obliterated me.

Did you? Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Think nothing of it. It's just, I need your help.

Uh, okay, all right. If I were a defrosted Zombie Butt,

where the hell would I be?

[groans]

I would be... [grunts] No.

What's the worst thing that could happen?

Buttpocalypse 2?

Or... maybe Immortus destroys the world

before the Zombie Butts destroy the world and it'll be my little secret.

[laughs]

- [mechanical whirring] - [coughs] Shut up!

Fucking Parkinson's!

Fucking aging! Fuck you! [groans]

- Fuck! - Cliff?

- Huh? Oh! Hey, kid! - [whirring stops]

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

Totally not reckoning with my mortality in multiple very-real scenarios.

- Follow me. - I'm actually a little busy but... [groans]

Okay, we're fine. Where are we going?

[Madame Rouge] Jane? Jane, where are you? Jane, where have you gone?

Where the hell am I? Why can't I find my way back to my station?

- Where did you go, Jane? - I can't find you!

- [Rita] Is she coming back? - I'm lost.

I'm lost in my own fucking head! Somebody help me?

Somebody help me, please!

[Casey] I can help you.

Why the fuck were you in my head?

- I'm not sure what you mean by that. - Whatever.

I'm out of here.

Tell the rest of the Power Rangers no karate in the house.

- What's the plan, Rita? - As I've been saying all along,

find Immortus, and do whatever needs to be done.

If Isabel puts one little pedicured toe out of line, she's as good as dead.

Since when did you become dark and vengeful?

Hm, apparently it's been a thing for quite some time now.

I'm sick of good guys and bad guys.

The Agents of Immortus were good guys, and look where it got them.

We will never get our longevity back if we ask nicely.

Get your longevity?

Wait, that's what this whole thing is really about?

- [Isabel] Oh, thanks. - There she is.

Thank you so much for being here, it's truly an honor.

[gasps] You saw my show? Oh, I would love to sign that.

Hi, there, I'm Claire. Claire Delaire. The Cloverton Mayor.

Would you happen to be the Dune Patrol? Did I say that right?

It's actually the Doom Patrol. And, yes, I suppose we are.

As I live and breathe.

Everyone, gather round!

- Come, come, come. - [indistinct chatter]

Wait, what's wrong? I was, I was...

I was halfway through the opening of my autobiography...

[distorted] "Feathers in the Wind"!

[thunder rumbling]

[gasps]

Oh, of course. And who should I make it out to?

Would you happen to be the Dune Patrol? Did I say that right?

-Uh, it's actually... -Everyone! It's the Doom Patrol!

[chuckling]

[indistinct chatter]

My heroes! I am so glad you're here!

This is the greatest Rescue Celebration Day we've ever had.

[crowd] Yeah.

[Rama] Let's not despair. There's surely some solution. There always is.

[Larry] I don't know if there is a solution.

I made a mess of everything while you were gone.

- How's that? - It doesn't matter how it happened.

The bottom line: Immortus was a lie.

Everything you told me, everything you believed, all of it was a lie.

Now, my longevity is gone and I'm rapidly aging to my death.

You know as well as I do the dangers of aging to a radioactive being.

If I destabilize as my body breaks down, I'll become a geriatric dirty bomb!

Keeg, what the hell are you doing?

We're not alone in here, that radiation is deadly.

[Rama] Wait! Keeg's onto something.

I'm in this mess because my electrons have been dispersed.

A healthy dose of radiation might allow me

to siphon the particles I need to rehabilitate myself!

- Are you feeling this? - Yes!

[electricity buzzing]

- Et voila! - [groaning]

[electricity crackling]

[straining] Come on! Stay with me!

- Don't let go! - [both grunting]

- Don't let go! - I've got you. We've got you!

[both groaning]

[both sigh in relief]

- [both chuckle] - [breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily] Great work. Thank you.

[Larry] No problem.

[slow instrumental music playing]

Hey, have you see anything weird around here lately?

Like, weirder than normal?

Like, small? And possibly dangerous?

- No. - Cool. Cool, me neither.

So, what's the deal, kid?

So, I was thinking about

how you've been having trouble getting around.

And now that you're getting older, I thought...

- You thought? - Papa's old chair!

- I want you to have it. - Why?

- Why? To use it. - Fuck, no.

Sorry. I meant, fuck, no!

I would literally rather die.

What do you mean? This chair will make your life so much better.

You think that'll make my life better?

Did you get the impression that Niles was thrilled with his life?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

I see what you're trying to do. Everyone hated Niles, and now everyone hates me.

So, what, I'm supposed to be the new Niles?

Wheel around and fuck up everyone's lives?

- No, fucking thank you. - I know you and Papa didn't get along...

I hated him in life and I still hate him in death.

Even when his ghost asked for my help, I told him to haunt the fuck right off.

[somber music playing]

You... you spoke to Papa's ghost?

Er... Uh, yeah, er...

I didn't tell you because...

Well, maybe you haven't noticed, kid, but I'm an asshole!

So, stop trying to pity me and leave me the fuck alone.

[sighs wearily]

What the fuck are you doing in my room?

Oh! Is this your room?

That... that is so, uh, unexpected.

I was just... uh... I was just...

I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

And I think I got a little carried away.

- I love your paintings, by the way. - Who are you again?

I'm Space Case.

But my secret identity is Casey Brinke.

- I guess it's not really a secret. - [groans softly]

[groans] I don't give a shit.

You seemed like you could use a hand earlier, so...

I took the liberty of organizing this amazing puzzle.

[sniffles]

Who gives a shit about a fucking puzzle? [sniffles]

Listen, I used to be a fictional character

so I'm not always right about these things.

But I got the sense

that this puzzle had some sort of emotional significance

- So I figured... - Are you still talking?

You can't just come into my room and expect to fix my life.

My life is fucked up beyond your understanding.

You're hurting.

I can tell.

But, uh...

these feelings, they let you know that you're... alive.

That you're real.

[both laughing]

I don't know where you heard that fortune cookie garbage,

but they need to get their facts straight.

I'm not real. I'm just a construct.

I'm not real, this puzzle isn't real, and guess what?

You are not real either.

You said it yourself, you're fictional.

You're not real.

You're not a superhero.

You're just a nosey girl who organizes other people's shit into random piles.

[whimpering]

- I guess I still have a lot to figure out. - [sniffling]

I'll leave you alone.

They aren't random piles, by the way.

They're organized by color.

[jingle playing]

We're back again with the woman of the hour, Isabel Feathers.

[Isabel laughs]

And joining her, is the woman behind the woman of the hour,

Gertrude Cramp.

Girl power. Am I right, ladies?

- [Isabel giggles] - [chuckles]

Now, Miss Cramp, I'm told that you were actually

the understudy of Isabel Feathers

in a critically acclaimed production of Our Town.

Well, that's not even the juiciest part of the story, Jonathan.

World of Wut would you say if I told you

that Isabel was playing a role in Our Town based on me?

It truly was an incredible performance by me. [chuckles nervously]

It takes a lot of talent to portray such a tragic character.

I'm sure you remember the day she blobbed out

and nearly destroyed the entire town.

I think, it's important to remember

that, at the time, I was trying very hard not to destroy the town.

[giggles] I mean sure.

That's what made playing your character so complicated.

But easy for me. [chuckling]

And I assume, you have a background in acting as well, Miss Cramp?

I dabble. Many have said...

I know it sounds crazy, but I'm telling you, something is wrong.

[Jonathan] Gertrude, you are simply amazing!

[distorted] Consider this a warning!

Tell your friend to back the fuck out of my moment,

or there will be nothing left of her

but a pile of acrylic nails and the smell of vodka.

[tape rewinding]

Well, that's not even the juiciest part of the story, Jonathan.

Okay, tell me you felt something there.

Yeah?

Aside from the overwhelming boredom?

No. She does not fit the supervillain profile.

[Jonathan] Now, let's meet the rest of your team.

Laura De Mille, Victor Stone.

Welcome to World of Wut.

So, Victor, you are not Cyborg anymore,

what's that like?

Uh...

[metal clangs]

[electronic buzzing]

- [electronic buzz] - [grunting]

Fuck.

[whirring]

Just so you know, I'd be having trouble with these steps

whether I was in a chair or not.

[metal thud]

Cliff, I'm sorry if I've upset you.

But you're going to have to take care of yourself

if you want to be there for your family.

Be there for my family?

How exactly is an invalid robot supposed to be there for his family?

You have to let people take care of you.

It's not your condition that's a burden, it's your obstinance.

Why do you have to make it so hard?

Because I can take care of myself.

If you can take care of yourself, then walk up the damn steps.

I don't want to. Maybe I like it here at the bottom.

Okay, then walk with me to the elevator.

- No. - [yelling] Why won't you let me help you?

[yelling] Because I don't deserve it!

Trust me, kid, I don't deserve love.

I don't even deserve pity.

I've been trying so hard to leave something behind that's worth a damn,

but I just keep fucking things up more.

It'll be better for everyone when I'm dead and gone.

[angrily] Don't say that, Cliff.

- [metallic thud] - Don't ever say that.

Your death won't hurt you

nearly as much as it will hurt the people who have to live with it.

Do you have any idea of all the things I wish I could have said?

All the moments I wish we could have shared?

And now that you're closer than you've ever been to the end,

you just want to waste time?

[exhales]

People love you, Cliff.

- And people want to help you. - [Cliff sighs]

Don't let them down.

When the others get back from the parade we will then talk about what's best.

The parade? That's right! The parade!

The parade for heroes. Heroes like us.

You're right! There are people who love me.

But I need to remind them why.

Save the fucking chair. I've got a parade to attend.

[footsteps approaching]

Is this, uh, your usual thinking spot, because I can go somewhere else.

[sighs]

You know, a few days ago, I didn't exist.

Yesterday everything I cared about ceased to exist.

I should just be... grateful for the...

heat of the sun and wind in my ears

and that weird smell of my sock when I take off my boot.

[Jane chuckles]

But... I'm not.

I just feel empty.

Empty's a good word for it.

[sighs] I thought I needed a mission.

Something to give me purpose.

Purpose? Purpose is overrated.

Maybe it's okay not to know what your next mission is.

Maybe that leads to a new kind adventure.

I heard about this dumb parade in town,

if you'd want to go check that out with me, for a bit.

You know, I was just thinking

that this planet has the perfect amount of gravity for a parade.

[groans]

[groans, sniffles]

[chuckles]

[soft music playing]

Tell me. Why did you do it? We had a plan.

We almost escaped Orqwith together. Why go back to Immortus?

[sighs]

[Larry] You weren't there.

You can't understand.

I had to make a choice.

I did what I felt I had to do.

I don't... I don't get it.

You never struck me as the impulsive type. I mean that sounds more like...

[electrostatic buzzing]

Ah!

[Larry] What?

I think I understand now.

No, you couldn't possibly.

Listen.

I don't know what part of you needs to hear this

but you have to know, there is no shame believing in miracles.

I spent my life believing in them. I don't plan on stopping now.

Belief in miracles got Wally and the others killed.

I can't wait around for miracles, Rama.

I have to live in the real world.

You promised we'd find another way.

Well, you might want to check the shelf life on that promise.

I need to find a new home for Keeg.

We're dying, remember?

I can't take care of him, you can't take care of him.

[bursts in laughter]

[laughing]

Had you already penciled me in as a foster option for the little one?

No, I didn't... I didn't mean it like that. I just...

I want him to be safe. That's all.

[sighs]

I'm going to hold you to your promise a little bit longer.

[banging on door]

[Cliff] Larry, get your bandages on.

We're going to that stupid fucking parade.

And I need help walking.

Yeah. I'm a little busy right now, Cliff.

- Sorry about that, he's a... - Well, I'm sorry.

You only have so much time on this Earth

and your friends want you to go to a parade.

- Why wouldn't you go? - [sputters] Yeah, I'm not really a parade type of guy.

I'm more of a stay-at-home and stare-out-the-window type of guy.

Keeg, would you like to go to a parade?

[electrostatic buzzing]

Well, that settles that.

[grunts]

I will rest on this military-grade rectangle you call a mattress,

re-gather my strength.

And you... go to a parade.

[sighs]

[soft piano music playing]

[Larry] Hm.

[chuckles] Thank you.

[festive music playing]

[laughing]

[exhales]

- Everything all right? - Never better.

[chuckles]

So, uh, what do we think of Isabel?

Oh, I'll figure that out later.

For now, let's just enjoy the moment.

Wow. That's quite a U-Turn. What happened to dark and vengeful?

You never told me being a superhero was so much fun. [chuckles]

Not just for the fame,

but for the feeling of doing something good in the world

and being recognized for it.

Mm.

But also, the fame. [laughing]

It's nice to finally be recognized and experience the fame.

[laughing] You're not wrong.

[sighs] Man, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it a bit.

Ah, come off it, Victor.

You and I both know you're destined for something bigger than this.

You're not going to spend the rest of your life taking care of ageing heroes.

- You're Cyborg. - I'm not...

One day, you're going to realize that our little Doom Patrol

just isn't enough for you anymore. And then...

[Isabel humming]

Hey! Remember me?

How could I forget?

Right.

I just had a few questions, you know, for my peace of mind just to... clear the air.

- Go on. - Well, it was...

my fault that you fell into that time hole.

It's my fault that all of this happened to you, but...

I just wanted to check that you're okay.

You know, you were dealt a bad hand.

As was I.

That doesn't make us evil, right?

I don't know who you think you are,

but you don't know anything about me.

I have everything... [laughing] I have ever wanted.

I'm not evil, I'm famous.

Unfortunately, I don't believe you...

Immortus.

What did you just call me?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say "Immortus"?

[chuckles]

I meant, Isabel.

[distorted] You dare utter my true name?

You dare meddle in my unending legacy with your mortal clumsiness?

[laughing]

I have seen your pathetic demise, Laura De Mille,

as I have seen all things.

But I will gladly rewrite your history so that you die today!

[gasping]

[tape rewinding]

[Isabel humming]

- Hey, remember me? - Sorry, I'm too busy for selfies right now.

I have to go receive the key to the city. Wish me luck!

[crowd cheering]

Do we wave?

[Cliff] I had no idea we had actual fans.

[Larry] Turns out a very small, very select group of people care about us.

[Jane] What the fuck is that supposed to be?

[crowd chanting] Blob! Blob!

[Rita] That's me!

[laughing]

Blob! Blob! Blob! Blob!

Thank you so much.

Isn't it amazing they're here?

Real superheroes, in Cloverton!

Superheroes? [chuckles] You mean the freaks out there on the donkey?

[Larry] Hey, since we're superheroes again,

I might need everyone's help.

I'm dying.

And Mr. 104 is destabilizing.

If we don't figure out a solution,

we're probably going to blow up the entire planet.

Well, I'm sure that's something the Doom Patrol can help with, right, Jane?

I don't know. I might need help too.

I can't find my way back into the Underground

and I need to get back there before I forget forever.

That's... complex. But...

If we're all listing problems, remember that Zombie Butt?

The one I was supposed to kill?

Uh, I didn't kill it.

Yet.

But I did lose it.

[Larry] What the hell?

- [clanging] - [Cliff] Whoa, whoa.

[Jane] Idiot!

I don't understand. This is a Rescue Celebration.

I was the one who got rescued. This parade is supposed to be all about me.

Of course it's about you.

You were missing and now you're found.

But the Doom Patrol...

Ah, the Doom Patrol, they found you.

I mean, they're heroes.

And you are the reason why they are heroes.

Which is why you were chosen to present them with the key to the city.

I'm sorry, did you just say... [chuckles nervously]

I thought you were giving me the key to the city.

Sure. We're giving you the key to the city

so you can give them the key to the city.

Does that make sense?

Excuse me. Rita!

Rita! Rita! Rita!

Rouge! Hi!

We've got to get out of here!

- What? - There's something wrong with Isabel,

we have to stop her.

After you hand them the key to the city,

I'll make the big announcement...

[voice fades] we're making today into a town holiday.

From here on out, June 5th will be known as Doom Patrol Day.

[tense music swells]

[Isabel] Doom Patrol Day?

Doom Patrol Day?

[thunder rumbling]

Doom Patrol Day?

Fuck this!

[roaring]