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Well, don't you look pretty as a picture?

She-ma yisrael adonai eloheinu, adonai echad.

What's going on? Where am I?

Mornin', sunshine.

Willoughby? What have you done?

Would you believe I just fancied a chat with an old friend?

Hardly.

Well, before you get all holier-than-thou

if the tables were turned, you would've done the same thing.

Rabi Loew animated his creature to protect his people from slaughter.

I doubt you have such lofty intentions for me.

That hurts my feelings.

I've got loads of important shit for us to do.

And old friends to see.

Dear God!

Poor Niles.

Whatever's happened to you?

Baphomet.

Hello, love.

I'm perfectly well.

Just lost a little weight, that's all.

How are you?

- I... - Well, that's great.

Listen, can I ask you something, head to head?

What do you think of my pal, Willoughby?

Is he the kind of chap

you could see yourself settling down with?

Willy, how could you do this dreadful thing to your friend?

Whatever do you mean?

I think I look top shelf.

I have no interest in these baby games.

Don't summon me again, unless you decide to grow up.

Baby, wait.

F**k.

I'm sorry, Willoughby, but that was pathetic.

Even for you.

Wrong room, dickhead.

Oh, f**k me.

So, are you gonna tell us who you are

or does someone need to jam a foot up your pee-hole?

Oh, no.

Aren't you charming?

Now, would you mind telling me

when are you expecting Niles Caulder back?

- Well... - Look, lady.

You're in our house.

Wearing our clothes

- and drinking our tea. - Yeah.

Now, answer our questions.

Then, maybe we could talk about Niles.

How were you made?

Excuse me?

Is that aluminum?

You know, how does it... How does it stick to your face?

That is his face.

That is his face!

- Okay. - Stop doin' that.

Okay, in a minute.

Oh, that's fascinating.

How long have you been in our house?

Well, long enough to see bandages, over here

play dress-up with your dead bodies.

The f**k?

I was at a low point, and I wasn't making great decisions.

Okay?

Okay, tell me, why are y'all scratching like circus animals?

Your name. Now. Or I'm draggin' your ass outta here.

Okay, well, tha... I'm not being coy

the truth is, I can't remember.

- Why are you looking for chief? - Can't remember that either.

But when I think of him

I am filled with an overwhelming

and immediate urge to punch him in the face.

- That's him. - Yep.

Sounds about right.

Now, here's what I do know.

I seem to have travelled here via sort of a time travel capsule.

As a result, I have a moderate

to more than-moderate degree of memory loss.

And that I need to find a certain Niles Caulder.

Bullshit!

There's no such thing as time travel.

'Cause if there was

a certain sixth grade assbag named Jeremy Decker

would've never pulled my pants down at assembly

and I never would've had the nickname Cheeto Dick for six years.

That's what you would go back in time and fix?

F**k, yeah!

But like I said, time travel doesn't exist.

You were saying?

What year did you come from?

If you saw us dead

that means that you were here at least since yesterday.

Hey, Rita?

When did your super-secret alarm thing go off?

The day before we went to Codsville, I think.

Which you completely ignored.

Well, the important thing is...

Oh, shut up, she's here now, isn't she?

Right. Yes.

And now, it's time for you all to answer my questions

starting with where is Niles Caulder?

He's deader than shit.

Goddamn, I love saying that.

I see. How long?

- 'Bout two weeks. - Two weeks? Right.

Well, then, I shall just time travel back to then... then.

You can do that?

And actually talk to him?

It's a time machine, dear.

So, I can, you know, travel back

and have a wee chat with Adam and Eve, if I want to.

I don't know.

Things were a little hairy around here two weeks ago.

Kaiju candle-demon on the loose.

You might wanna go back a little further.

Right. Well, I shall go back three weeks, then.

Yeah, this place was lousy with sex ghosts around then.

- I don't recommend it. - True.

That's right.

- Four weeks? - No.

- Hell, no. - No. Okay.

Well, how about fi-five?

- Hell, no. - Nah.

Seven. What about seven? Give me seven.

Anyone for seven? You wanna give me seven?

- Seven, anybody? - Think you're good.

Good. Alrighty.

Bon voyage.

Send chief our love.

Tell him I said...

He'll know what it means.

Okay, well, this is goodbye.

It has been a truly infuriating experience

and I only hope that in your time of need

you will be met, one day, with the same ineptitude

and uselessness which you have shown me here today.

I bid you adieu.

Peace.

God.

What's happening?

All right. Come on. Let's go. Come on...

Who's good with machines?

Look, Lady, I only knew time travel existed ten minutes ago.

Oh, thank you.

I can't fix your machine.

No, well, not with that attitude, you can't.

What about Cliff?

He knows everything about fixing cars.

Oh, I know more than everything.

Thing is, I don't give a shit about any of this.

So, you kids have a party.

I'm outta here.

Wait, we're just gonna let some crazy lady stay in our house

and put her crazy lady fingers on all our stuff?

Because there's nothing weird about some nutball traveling

through time to see chief?

- Yep. - Pretty much, yeah.

We got our own crap to take care of, remember?

We agreed to get help.

With our shit?

- You were serious about that? - Yep.

You should be too.

Well, you should mind your own f**king business.

Okay, fine, you...

Take me to this secret alarm.

I would like to have a look at it.

- I would be happy to... - No.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Shall we?

Okay.

Well, I'll be back to check on your work later.

Oh, I'm not.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Well, first my legs started f**king up.

Then my hands started shaking like f**king Jell-O.

I thought that it was just shitty craftsmanship

by the shitty scientist that built my body

but then my buddy Cyborg scanned my shit

and said it might be my brain that's is f**ked.

Cyborg's not really my buddy.

I don't know why I just said that.

He's more like this lesser version of me living in my house.

Anywho, my daughter-in-law thinks I might have Parkinson's.

But she's not a doctor.

She's a graphic designer.

But you're a doctor, so what do you think?

Goddamn TikTokers.

I don't have time for this.

Oh, f**k me.

F**k it.

Shit.

What the hell?

Which of Niles' nonsense are you mixed up in now?

It's a time machine.

And for some reason, I've been tasked with fixing it.

Also, it's not Niles'.

I hope you didn't ask me here to help.

Time travel's fringe, experimental, dangerous.

Few human trials that I know of have led to neurological damage

and memory loss.

Fringe and experimental?

As opposed to the body tech

which was thoroughly vetted before you put it in my body?

I did it to save your life.

And if I'm not mistaken, seems to have worked out okay.

"Alive" and "okay" aren't the same thing.

You know that, right?

Maybe you'd have more body positivity

if you made better choices for how you used your tech.

I didn't choose to put this in my body.

You did.

What's going on here, Vic?

Where is this comin' from?

I just been wondering, is all.

If there was another choice.

If body tech was the only way to save my life.

Okay.

Let's talk about choice.

Like your choice to abet Roni Evers in evading authorities.

The choice that cost me my job.

What?

Technically, I'm on administrative leave.

- But it's not looking good. - But that's not fair.

You had nothing to do with it.

You used S.T.A.R. Lab's tech I designed to help a murderer.

Well, she's not a bad person, Dad!

If you knew what she went through

you'd understand where she's comin' from.

She deserved a second chance, and I gave her one.

So, that's it?

You take zero responsibility for your actions?

I can't believe I'd ever feel this disappointed in you, son.

But here we are.

You wanna know why I asked you over?

Two days ago, I died.

What?

I went to the afterlife and I talked to Mom.

It's finally happened.

Been hangin' around these nuts so long, you done lost your mind.

No, she told me that there was another way you could've saved me.

Yeah.

And I wanna know what it was.

Was there another way or not?

Well... we had developed a prototype.

- For synthetic skin. - Oh, God.

So, I could've looked normal.

- It was still very... - Experimental?

Like the cyber tech?

Just like this?

Why would you do this to me?

You couldn't do human trials

so you used your own son as a guinea pig.

- Is that what this is? - I cannot keep explaining myself...

Well, you can't or you won't?

Everything I did was to protect you.

I don't care what you hear.

Or who you talk to.

It won't change that.

I must apologize for my housemates' less than-warm welcome.

It's just, most of them

are trying to move on from Niles Caulder

so a mysterious stranger dredgin' him back up

was is probably a bit triggering.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Was he a bad man?

Yes.

And no.

He was a complicated person.

Yes, well, aren't we all?

Oh, shitting hell!

Perhaps, it was completely pointless coming here.

Well, how can you possibly know what to look for

when you don't know what you're looking for?

Well, the mind may forget, but the gut may not.

It is the elephant of the body.

And it will tell me when I'm on to something.

It just occurred to me that I...

I don't know what to call you.

Well, that makes two of us.

What about Shannon?

I've always liked that name.

Very well, Shannon it is.

Why don't you tell me, what your name is?

It's Rita. Rita Farr.

Oh, well, Rita, I don't know why you have attached yourself to me

like a blacklegged tick

but it is distracting and quite bothersome.

I don't mean to be unkind, but it's really annoying.

Well, I didn't mean to be any of those things.

Do you have a question for me?

Or is your neediness some kind of holistic condition?

Actually, I do.

Do I look at all familiar to you?

My body elephant has the strongest feeling

- that we know each other. - No one looks familiar to me.

Not even me.

Or do you... do you not know how amnesia works?

Maybe try taking a nice, long look at me.

For a minute. Maybe it'll help jog something loose.

You've got a bit of schmutz on your face there.

Hot dog!

Okay.

That's the stuff.

Well...

What you doin'?

Playing frisbee golf.

What does it look like, dipshit?

Like you're making creepy Bob Ross fan art.

You made me feel like shit for not honoring our stupid pact

or whatever, so, I tried making something

out of my pain, like Abuelita told me to.

But it didn't work.

And now, I feel like an even bigger dick.

So, I'm gonna get high as f**k, and then light it on fire.

- Wanna watch? - Definitely.

Only, maybe before you flick your Bic

you might wanna, I don't know, try talkin' to creepy Bob Ross.

- About what? - Whatever you want.

Maybe saying some shit you didn't get to, before he died

will give you some closure.

Who crawled up your ass and made you Doctor Phil?

When we were in the afterlife

I got to tell off my asshole dad, and it felt awesome.

I'm talkin' top ten best moments of my life.

Or afterlife.

At least it was great

'til he shoved his Grandpa of the Year mug up my butt.

Not literally.

And I got to tell Niles to suck a bucket of vaginas

which also squeaks into my top ten.

Wait, when did that happen?

Oh, probably about sometime after he died.

He was a ghost, and he wanted me to burn his body

so his soul could be at peace.

But I didn't do it.

Because f**k him.

So, I could've talked to him?

That's what I'm saying.

You still can.

I'm sorry it has to end this way, old friends.

I'd like to think you'll do well out here.

But my guess is you'll be dead a week after I am.

I'm in a crisis, Larry, and I need a sympathetic ear.

Not really a good time. Okay?

There was another me at Codsville.

How do you mean?

I mean, there was another me.

As in, instead of just one of me, there were two.

It happened right after

that ghastly red creature started shootin'.

I almost escaped

when she shoves me back into the lounge.

What's more, she was wearing the exact same flight suit I found

in Shannon's time machine.

- Who's Shannon? - Our mysterious time traveler.

It's what we're callin' her now.

- She remembered her name? - No.

It's just what we're callin' her.

Please, Larry, try to stay focused.

And if that weren't enough

there's that strange creature in the afterlife

who not only seemed to know me, but to like me.

Well, I couldn't get any answers

or even a little common courtesy out of Shannon.

So, I am left to put the pieces together on my own.

But what does it all mean?

I mean, the two seem unrelated to me.

Larry, what if I'm a world-renowned time traveler?

Look, after all the weird crap we've been through

I can buy the time traveler piece.

But where do you get "world-renowned?"

Since I am one of two known time travelers

one could extrapolate my elevated status.

Or maybe you're trying to find some specialness inside you

that isn't really there.

Now, how could you say that to me?

I'm dying, Rita.

- Again? - Yeah.

What's happening?

I've been puking out blue crap all morning.

Since I don't eat or drink, I don't think that's a good sign.

Oh, Larry.

Apparently, life without the Spirit has its limits.

I think that's why he brought me into space.

So I could see it one last time.

Anyway...

I love you too much to not be honest during my last days.

Now, you see here, Larry Trainor. I...

What's on your bandages?

What fresh hell is this?

You know, you... smell delicious.

Do you have ham in your pocket or something?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

Did... did you just lick me?

Oh, sorry, I... I have no idea.

The Sisterhood of Dada presents.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Women petting cat.

Nope.

Shelley Byron as Woman.

Laura DeMille as Cat.

Not a flicker.

Larry!

Rita...

My body elephant.

Tellin' you, this is that crazy spider lady's puke

or something. It's like a curse.

Bless you.

Oh, my... F**k!

I don't feel so good.

You don't look great, either.

Jane.

Jane?

Jane...

Everybody.

Everybody, come.

I know who I am!

I'm a bird.

And I can fly.

I think.

Brains.

- Brains? - Brains?

What happened to you morons this time?

- Brains. - Brains.

- Brains. - Brains.

Are you the one who zombified these tits?

I don't think so.

I couldn't swear to it, though.

Who is she?

Okay. Could somebody, tell me what's goin' on here?

- 'Cause I'm kinda... - What happened to you lot?

Sure thing. I need an axe.

A gallon of petrol, and a match.

Got it in one, Bubba Ho-Tep.

Find me a VCR in this pit, and all will be explained.

- Brains. - Brains.

Is that Niles Caulder?

More or less.

Shorter than you imagined, I bet.

You're funny.

Listen up, freaks.

I got your dead leader's head.

If you want it back, you'll come to see me.

But don't keep me waiting.

Or I will make him pay for it!

Don't do it. Don't come here.

Save yourselves.

Shut up!

I'll see you real soon.

I had Niles' head first.

Darren stole it off me, took my coat too.

Calm your festering asses down.

You know how much arcane mystical knowledge

is swimming around in that man's noodle?

Better I have it than some other crazy bastard.

Oh, right.

So you pilfered it in order to protect it.

That's right.

Not because its inherent magical value

would fetch a fine price?

I'm sorry who the f**k are you again?

I'm a bird.

And my name is Laura DeMille.

And that head may be the key to unlocking my memories

so we have to rescue it.

I did have a plan.

A bloody good one.

But as per usual, you're dumbf**kery jammed

that spanner up my ass and now you're zombies.

Is it too much to ask for you twats

not to f**k yourself up so spectacularly?

Well, I may have an idea there.

We just need to keep these undead brood

from feasting on our brains till we put it into action.

Got it covered, love.

This was in James Dean's car the night he bit it.

Covers the smell of brains.

And the... and the hats?

Keep our heads warm.

It's cold without my coat.

Yeah.

Come on.

Look, you muppets.

Delicious brains, yummy-yummy.

Brains!

- Brain. - Brain.

Look, I don't know you.

I'm not sure that this plan's gonna work.

But f**k it, here.

Be very careful with that.

It's petrified dragon's piss.

Most people worry about the fire, but it's the piss that'll get you.

Should pop his head like a balloon.

See you on the other side.

This way, Solomons Grundy.

There you are, my beauty.

Kept a serial killer diary.

I thought I smelled abominations.

Brains?

I'm so glad you sons of bitches are here.

I've got one hell of a tale to tell you.

It's about a man who was on top of the world.

He had it all.

A career, a beautiful wife and children.

A home that would make Martha Stewart shit

through her mouth with jealousy.

Shut up, freaks!

You destroyed my life.

Goddamn it, you will listen to me.

Okay, this is... this is good.

You've a mission and a plan.

And... and you're a bird.

So you've learnt so much about yourself so much already.

You are almost there.

You are going to... fly down there.

Like you have surely done a thousand times before

and a place this magical disgusting doodad thing

on that psychopath's head.

Okay.

Transform.

You probably haven't thought twice

about your little visit to the Ant Farm

but it has haunted me every second of every day since.

Do you have any idea what it's like to be attacked

by hundreds of butts

who tear into every inch of your flesh?

And then later

at dinner

at church

at my daughter's softball game.

Something happens.

And then your wife tells you she can't stand you.

That you're not even a man anymore.

I'm sorry, what?

She wants to see the head.

My God, what's happened to you?

They're zombies, you berk.

Transform!

Trans... Oh, damn you...

Tran...

F**k me, it's a dud.

I'm going to kill you all so f**king hard!

F**k off hard.

You were gonna try that anyway.

You know usually when I tell that story

right when I come to the "something happens" part

somebody usually asks me what made my wife leave.

Come on!

Ah, f**k it.

What happened?

I'm so glad you asked.

Good shitting Christ

we're all the way through the looking glass now.

Shit.

Ignore the butts, ignore the zom-zombies.

Hey, yeah.

Here for the head. The head.

You will get the head.

There is no failure, only death.

And you will not die today, sister!

F**k.

F**k.

Don't worry, Tweety.

You'll get your seven minutes in heaven.

Leg it.

What about them?

- F**k 'em. - What?

Wait, I can save them.

You bleeding heart bastard.

Now's as good a time as any to cut the cord.

Like you did with my daughter?

Damn you, sentimental fool.

All right, Walt Disney, what's the plan?

Years ago, I discovered that zombies crave human brains

because the brain produces a rare chemical

that can actually cure the affliction.

Unfortunately, the truth was bastardized by filmmakers

who believed it made for better cinema.

Thanks for the history lesson.

But my head guy in Paris isn't taking my calls

at the moment so I've no idea where I'm...

You want me to feed you to that pack of morons?

They're my family.

It's all I've left to give them.

Fine.

Thing of it is...

I don't think I can.

Well, that's... it's okay, I'll...

I'll take care of him.

We've had some times, haven't we?

The best of them.

So long, you bearded twat.

I hope they choke on you.

Goodbye, Willoughby.

Baphomet really does love you.

Stop trying to smother her.

Mr. Caulder, I am, so sorry to ask anything

of you at a time like this.

But I am in some need.

I know my name is, Laura DeMille.

And that I am associated

with the Sisterhood of Dada and that I am bird.

And an ottoman.

The only other thing that I am aware of is that I need to find you.

But I have no idea why.

- Do you know me? - I know you.

All too well, I'm afraid.

Oh, I see.

Well, I gather we weren't on friendly terms then.

Can you tell me why?

- No. - No?

You heard me.

Yes, I... I heard you.

But why?

I'll make you a deal.

I have documents with information about you.

Give me your word that after you feed my head to my people

you'll stay the hell away from them.

And I'll tell you where the documents are.

Though I must be out of my mind to trust you.

You know I do not understand why you have so much venom for me.

I'm not a bad person.

Am I?

I don't feel like I'm a bad person.

Surely, that's not the kind of thing that can be erased with one's memory.

Deeds have a way of leaving a... a in... indelible marks on the soul.

Do you agree or not?

- Brain. - Brain.

Oh, Jane.

My dear, dear Jane.

It's okay.

I love you, Jane.

I want you to eat me.

Eat me.

Eat me.

Eat me.

Eat.

I'm telling you Chief Kincaid, the Park Charlotte Ripper is back.

I did the autopsies on all his victims.

This is his MO.

That's impossible, Doctor Rossiger.

So, are we like cannibals now?

- Shut the f**k up. - Don't.

Technically since 99.9999 percent of my body is metal

I'd have to eat Buick Skylark to be a cannibal.

- Stop saying that word. - Come on, man!

Stop talking.

I never stopped loving you.

Will someone at least tell me what it tasted like?

- Enough already! - What the hell is wrong with you?

I will stomp your brain like jelly filled balloon.

I will say this.

The one upside to being a zombie was that

the only thing I worried about was finding brains.

It was sort of, I don't know...

peaceful.

Anyone feel like that?

Okay. Just throwin' it out there.

Laura DeMille is a disloyal

and self-serving cancer to be excised.

It is my strong recommendation...

that she be terminated immediately.

Eat me.

Eat me!

What's this?

Online pharmacy.

No prescription necessary.

F**k, yeah.

What the hell?

My God.

Oh, shit.

So, what happened with Niles?

Did he give you the answers you were looking for?

Will you be leaving us soon?

Now see here, you.

You are a guest in our home

and though you did help save our bacon...

it doesn't give you the right to ignore my questions.

We know each other, I'm certain of it and...

Perhaps this isn't a good time.

I just made some oatmeal cookies.

Would you like one?

That would be nice.

Thank you.

Brains.