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Okay, so the idea, the idea...

is that we're gonna be
synchronized. Right?

Because it's going to be
much... more impressive.

Yeah. It's called...
It's called Woman Petting Cat.

You can change into a cat?

Well, yes, of course,
I can turn into a cat.

I can turn into anything I like.

That said, I'll not be
turning into a cat.

I will be turning into a bird.

A bird!

- Why?
- Because I'm allergic to cats.

- Because Shelley's allergic to cats.
- I can't be near them.

And neither of us
could be fucked changing the title.

Yes. Now, you are my catbird.

This is the most amazing thing
I have ever heard.

This is going to be a smash success.

When people see that you can change
from a bird into a woman

they will be absolutely captivated.

Well, that's not what
it's about, Bendy.

- No?
- No.

My power is my power.

My art is my art.

The project isn't about
a woman transforming

it's about a woman becoming herself.

- Like... both of us.
- Yes.

The dance will showcase
our inner selves

far more than any
metahuman abilities ever could.

That is why we make art, Bendy.

The world is complicated,
even when they try to make it simple.

"Weapon, not a weapon."

"Weapon, not a weapon."

- See what I mean?
- Absolutely, I do.

Art is the only path.

The only path through this messy life

was paved with moments
of pure expression.

What will your dance be?

- My dance?
- Yes.

Come on.

Here we are.

Jesus! Here we go.

Very good.

Love me, don't look at me

Love me, don't look at me

Love me, don't look at me

Please! Love me, don't look at me

Love her, don't look at her

Love her, don't look at her

Love her, don't look at her

Love her, don't look at her

Love her, don't look at her

Love her, don't look at her

- Love her, don't look at her
- Yes!

Yes!

That was a moment of pure expression.

It was a lie.

All of it.

You may have been able
to spin things with the Sisterhood

but you can't fool me.

I was there in 1949.

You never wanted
to change the world through art.

You never cared about expression.

All you cared about was influence.

Increasing your influence
and gaining power.

Those weren't lies. They were just...

- truths that changed over time.
- Shut up!

I have listened
to your holier-than-thou

theater critic bullshit for 30 years.
I'm sick of it.

Fine. Have it your way.

I don't need tea and sympathy.
It's...

It's over.

Just let me go.

I'll just hop in the time machine
and disappear.

The time machine is gone.

I hid it away,
somewhere you'll never find.

I won't let you ruin anything else.

I'm ending this.
There's nowhere left for you to go.

Well, we both know that's not true.

Yeah, that little stunt you pulled
with the Sisterhood of Dada

brought my memories flooding back.

Finally, I know where I belong.

The Brotherhood of Evil
will welcome me back with open arms.

The Brotherhood of Evil?

- Yeah, Brotherhood of Evil, yeah.
- Okay.

Niles defeated them

not long after you left
on your misguided mission.

So, it's over, Madame Rouge.

The Brotherhood of Evil is gone.

Then, I'll just bring it back.

What you want...

I can't give you.

What I want...

was taken from me.

Taken from me by you.

You stole my life from me

and I will not stop
until I have ended yours.

Well, you keep saying that, Bendy.

But if you're still looking
for a fight...

why don't you take a shot?

Tell me it's not true.

Cliff, you are not gonna believe
the dimples on this thing.

- You went back and got him?
- Yeah, I did.

Lare-Bear, I am so proud of you!

Yeah, no, I wasn't sure
if I was ready to be a father again.

But when you're raising
a space parasite

are you ever really ready?

Everything's been so crazy lately.

The flagellation,
Rita's time machine.

We haven't had a chance
to celebrate the good shit.

- Ooh, yeah.
- Can I hold it? Please?

Keeg-a-boo!

Wait, is it peek-a-boo or keeg-a-boo?

Yeah. I think it's peek...

- Keeg-a-boo!
- Keeg-a-boo!

You know, I should probably
put him down for a nap.

- He might be getting tired.
- Keeg-a-boo!

- Keeg-a-boo!
- There'll be plenty of time to play.

- Later. If I can just...
- Keeg-a-boo!

You don't really think that
we're gonna give it back to you...

do you?

Yeah. No hard feelings,
mummy-daddy. It's just...

you're not really capable
of fatherly love.

Think about
what happened to your son.

- He killed himself.
- No, not that son, the other son.

The one who decided that the best
relationship they could manage

was no relationship at all.

What? No. I don't... That's not...

I can be a better father
than either of you.

I am ready for this.

- "I am ready for this."
- "I am ready for this."

I can be better.

I have to be.

I have to be better.

Oh, my God.

What...

Did you do this?

Wait.

The dream. You felt it, didn't you?

You can sense my emotions.

My old friend could too.

This feels different somehow.

Painful. I'm scared.

I can sense your emotions too.

Being around me and my problems
can feel like torture.

This time, I have to better.

Procedure was painless.

Basically, they rewrote
the nanotech that you designed.

Underneath, I'm still mechanical.

The changes are only skin deep.

It only cost you your powers.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that to sound...

Had a lot of time to reflect lately.
The whole world has.

Thanks to whatever the hell
we all just went through.

Don't explain it.

I really don't need to know.
I'm just glad it's over.

It's not very often that.

I get to visit my son
in a hospital these days.

First time?

Greatest day of my life.

No lie. You were a newborn.

And I promised to keep you
from ending up back in that hospital.

But...

real life doesn't work like that.

- Yeah.
- Second time

you had appendicitis.

Boy, you were tough.

Didn't let your mom see you cry.

Third time.

Third time was right after
your first Varsity football game.

You'd sprained your ankle.

But you gritted it out.

You threw the go-ahead score...

to win it all.

I should have been happy for you.

But I was angry.

Angry because
if the injury were any worse

that might have been your last game.

And I wasn't there for it.

I figured you had to work late, so...

There was a new security guard

at S.T.A.R. Labs.

It was dark out.

I was rushing
to make it to your game.

But, man,
I couldn't find my damn keys.

That man...

he made assumptions.

He stalked me, detained me.

He held me down.

I can still hear him.

He was overweight, wheezing...

I could've taken him.

But what then?

Would he have tried to kill me?

Would he have pressed charges?

There are wings of that building
that will be named after me.

And in less than a millisecond

everything I'd earned
meant absolutely nothing.

Dad...

I never knew.

You weren't born yesterday, Victor.

You live in the same world I do.

You didn't need your father
to tell you that this is how it is!

Anyway...

that moment right there
was all I could think about

the last time
you were in the hospital.

A moment where I had a choice.

Not just to save my son's life...

but to give him a suit of armor.

To build him...

into something
the world could not tear down.

Build him into something
that could walk the world free.

You once asked me
why I chose to make you Cyborg?

That's the answer.

That might be your answer.

But that was not the solution.

I mean, don't you recognize that?

I... After all that...

what the hell did you turn me into?

I am a S.T.A.R. Labs security guard.

You traded my humanity for a symbol.

You robbed me of the chance
to define myself.

Why the hell would I give a fuck
about how people see me?

I've been standing before
my father, this entire time

appearing as the man I used to be,
and he won't even embrace me.

Can't even look at me.

My own father won't even
bring himself to hug his own son.

All he can think about is fear.

You wanted me to walk
through this world free?

Well, I wanna walk the world
as the man I was born to be.

Kay, wait!

We need to talk about what happened.

The others, where did they go?

I don't know where they went.
But I'm glad they're gone.

They knew we didn't
need them anymore.

I want to feel like I did
in the sweet shop again.

In the fog.

I like that feeling too.

But it couldn't last forever.

I know what you're feeling,
I know what you want.

But things aren't always as simple
as we want them to be.

Let's just think for a moment.

You must be wondering what
happened to the others, I am too.

We can figure it out, together.

Sometimes, I wonder
if you understand me at all.

I hope you know
what you're doing, Kay.

I don't think this place
is meant to be empty.

Hello? Who may I ask is calling?

Yeah, it's me.
It's Laura. Laura De Mille.

- Who?
- Oh, who needs that.

Madame Rouge.

Who?

For fuck's sake.

Fair enough.

1949, I was recruited
to travel to the future

which is now, now. Present time.

My mission went a bit sideways

therefore, I'm no longer able
to travel back to my present

so, I'm currently here
in your present.

Presently.

Reporting for duty, sir.

No.

I'm sorry, your accent.
You sounded like you said no.

I said, "No."
You are not welcome here.

This is a retirement community.
We are retired.

We have no need for this frivolity.

Your absurd and overly complicated
problems are not welcome here.

Okay, my apologies, but...

perhaps, I'm in the wrong place,
but I was told that I could find

the Brotherhood of Evil here.

What's going on, Mallah?

Did I hear someone mention
the Brotherhood of Evil?

- Yes.
- Is it one of our fans?

Or a member of the enthusiast press?

Pardon, monsieur.
It is none of your concern.

None of my concern?

Unless it's another one
of your taffy of the month deliveries

it is absolutely my concern.

Buzz them in.

Okay, thank you. Thanks very much.

Yo, Cliff!

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Nice to see you too.

Is this real?

Or did the magic bird
do this shit to you too?

It's real.
It's still tech, but it's real.

What do you think?

What do I think?

What the fuck
does General Tony think?

So, this, Kay,
is the Brotherhood of Evil.

They're a group of the most
sinister villains of all time

in the 1950s.

They're horrible.

And the worst one of them all,
of course, is Madame Rouge.

But not to worry.
I have come up with a plan

to vanquish them once and for all.

Speaking of, what sort of superpowers
do you have?

I don't have powers.

I see. And the other personas?

They're gone.

It's just me.

How lovely.

Well, we are so happy
to have you aboard, Kay.

Welcome.

What did we miss?

Yep, I'm back.

Victor, what have you done?

What have I done?

Sorry. I mean...

look at you!

Congratulations. You look amazing.

Yeah. We're all thrilled for Vic.

But I'm still a little confused.
Like, why did you even come back?

I live here.

Guys, come on.
I'm not a subconscious.

I'm not a zombie,
and this isn't the afterlife.

It's still me. Same Vic.

- Still part of the team.
- Do you still have powers?

No.

Let's arm wrestle.

Winner gets to call himself Cyborg
from now on.

- Cliff!
- I'm sorry.

It's just a lot to process.

You spent 30 years in the past,
didn't change at all.

Vic goes away for a three-day weekend
and changes everything.

Now, who said I didn't change?

Hey, can you guys
keep it down, please?

Sorry, I'm late.

Trying to take things
a bit easier these days.

You know, for the baby.

Unless, that thing's color-blind,
you're only making life harder.

I like it.

Well, thanks, Kay.

Kay? Holy shit.

Has everyone fixed their shit?

Slap on some synth skin
or some fucking Tommy Bahama

and everyone's problems are solved.

I'm beginning to wonder
if we all had the same flagellation.

Welcome back, Vic. You look great.

Thanks, Larry.

All right. Okay,
this may feel a bit like déjà vu

but that's only because we tried this
once before when you were all subs.

But now that
the actual team is here...

I believe, we finally have a chance.

Jane always says you're not a team.

Well, Jane's not right
about everything, Kay.

You know that better than any of us.

All right, take two.

Introducing the Brotherhood of Evil!

Welcome to our new headquarters.

I never doubted for a second
that you would return to us.

Welcome. Mallah, welcome our guest.

He's in a mood.

So, Rouge, my darling

where have you been all my life?

I've been a bit lost, actually.

How have things been here?

Things are going great.

You can't beat the climate.

We're only a couple of minutes
from the beach.

The Buccaneers won the Super Bowl.

You know what they say.

"Boca Raton means Heaven on Earth."

Right. Well, how wonderful.
I'm very happy.

Very happy for you.

Both of you.

Ferme le bouche, femme demon.

I'm sorry. Do you, do you have
some kind of a problem?

Yeah, things aren't going
as well for me, I'm afraid. So...

I assumed.

We basically sent you on the
time travel equivalent of a milk run.

And you never came back.

Yeah, well,
you neglected to inform me

that total amnesia
is a side effect of time travel.

Amnesia? Interesting.

What an oddly convenient symptom.

Yes, well, the original mission

relied on using my anonymity

to spy on Niles Caulder
and his creations.

But, unfortunately, I instead relied
on Niles Caulder's creations

to undo my anonymity

and effectively ran a mission counter
to the original goal.

So, now, they are plotting
to kill me, which is great.

That sounds more like a Rouge-problem
than a Brain-problem.

I'm sorry

aren't I an equal member
of the Brotherhood of Evil?

Well, there's members
and there's equal members.

You were a member
for, like, an afternoon.

Let's cut to the chase.

I need to destroy
Niles Caulder's creations

before they destroy me.

And there's no one
better to do that than you.

Niles Caulder's sworn nemesis.

What can I say?

He really did bring out
the villain in me.

Seventy years ago,
you sent me on a mission.

It went off course, but I'm here now.

And Niles Caulder's legacy
is ripe for destruction.

So, are you in or are you out?

Mallah, get me my toys.

- Mallah!
- Pardon?

I said, get...

Damn it, Mallah!

Wasn't the Brotherhood of Evil
defeated ages ago?

- Maybe, this will just blow over.
- No, Larry.

The Brotherhood of Evil
is coming for us, I'm sure of it.

Don't worry, Rita, I got your back.
We'll figure it out.

Well, thank you, Victor.

I suppose we can find a role for you.

What? Are you demoting me?

There are no small roles, Victor.
Only small actors.

And stage crew.

Can I be stage crew with Vic?

Hey, what the hell is stage crew?

What Rita's too polite to say
is that, you screwed us, dude.

I sold a meet and greet
with Cyborg on eBay.

And sure, my subconscious-self
showed me that was wrong.

But what the fuck
am I supposed to do now?

Issue a twenty-five-dollar refund?

Okay, okay. Let's just try to take
the volume down a bit, okay?

Vic doesn't deserve this... Shit.

I'm fine. It's fine.

Kids, am I right?

Who'd have thought that a deadbeat
Robodad with a brain disease

is the only capable member
left on the team.

Larry's got a baby

Vic's depowered,
and Jane's head is empty.

We're two bananas short
of a dogshit sundae.

Don't you dare lump me in with them.

I'll have you know,
I am perfectly capable on my own.

Well, then, why the hell
do you keep trying to recruit us?

All right! I'm sorry.

I'm trying to turn over a new leaf.

This isn't exactly
how I planned to start.

But if you need help
kicking some evil ass

I'm ready to fucking roll.

Okay.

- Dad?
- Holy shit. Clara?

Every single time.

Get a load of this stuff.

When I first got into the game,
laser beams weren't even a thing.

I put laser beams on the map.

This is it?

No, of course, not.

I've got tons more
in an offsite facility.

I had a death ray,
but I gave it to Garguax

so he could kill that leggy-broad
who time-travelled to Codsville

after you left.

Don't ask me
how I figured all that out.

Well, that leggy-broad

managed to survive
your little death ray.

So, I hope you got something

with a more airtight
success rate up your sleeve.

Not so fast.

This is the Brotherhood of Evil.

I'm the Brain, he's Mallah

and you're the lady
who hasn't done jack-shit.

You gotta earn our help.

Are you ready for another mission?

You left your meds in Florida.

These are some pretty serious pills.

The website said they were safe.

Website?

Dad, Jesus.

I didn't even wanna come.

But Mel told me that
this Parkinson's medication

has some pretty serious side effects.

Especially, if you're not
taking regulated doses.

What sort of side effects?

Impulse control, gambling, lust.

Things you weren't
exactly a shining example of

before you started taking medication.

Now that I'm seeing you, I...

Look, I think I need
to take you to see a doctor.

Like, a real doctor.

Kay?

What are you doing down here?

Everyone inside my head
got to sit at this table...

and talk to Mr. Caulder.

But I never did.

I guess, no one ever
wanted to talk to me.

We all wanted to talk to you, Kay.

Ask any of us. Niles most of all.

But we thought, maybe,
you didn't wanna talk to us.

They never let me come up.

I always thought it was because
they were trying to keep me safe.

But now I think they were just trying
to keep this all for themselves.

Why did you decide to come up now?

Did something happen to Jane?

Jane's fine.

She's just...

in the Underground.

Like I used to be.

It's a good thing.

For the first time in a long time

I finally feel like the person
I was supposed to be.

I know how that feels.

I thought you might.

I think part of us met...

- During...
- The flagellation?

Yeah.

I think our subconsciouses are more
similar than I gave us credit for.

You mean, I'm like you?

Like looking in the mirror.

I'm happy for you, Kay.

I let people call the shots
for me for too long.

And I know you did, too.

We're finally in charge
of ourselves again.

Excuse me.

Do you think you could...

interview me,
like Mr. Caulder used to do?

So, what would you like
to talk about?

Rita, what are you doing?

I'm leaving, Larry.
I'm going after Rouge.

I don't care if anyone
wants to help me or not.

I can't stay here
while she's out there free.

Okay, what happened to you two?

You were so desperate
for her approval

and now, you seem so...

This feels personal.

Laura...

I mean, Rouge...

and I have history now.

I know you think I was only gone
for a few days

but for me,
it was an entire lifetime.

Well, judging by the pink cardigan

packed beside
the one-piece bathing suit

I'd say you're still the same Rita
we all know and love.

That Rita is gone, Larry.

Sorry... Sorry about that.

I overreacted.

Change can be...

positive.

Still the same Larry
we all know and love.

Good luck with your thing.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know, Larry.
Rouge could be anywhere by now.

Do you know how difficult
it's going to be

to track down a shapeshifter?

Hi, yeah, I'd like to make
an appointment for my father.

Cliff Steele.

Yes, that's his real name.

Hello.

I'm sorry, could I borrow you
for one moment?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry. This is important.

More important than my daughter
setting up a doctor's appointment

- for my debilitating brain disease?
- Yes.

Something about this doesn't add up.

Are you sure that's Clara?

Am I sure that's my daughter? Yeah.

But have you considered this?

Madam Rouge is a shapeshifter.

Yeah. Saw her transform
into an Ottoman. Big whoop.

She can transform into anything.

I don't give a shit.

I just wanna make sure
you're being careful. Think about it.

After everything,
do you really think you've earned

another second chance
with your daughter?

Come on, Rita. Can't something nice
happen to me for once?

Vic got his whole fucking face fixed

all of you are doing
better than ever.

Don't I get to have
something nice, just once?

Why does everyone else
get to be so fucking special?

You're right. This does feel...

too good to be true.

I'm sorry.

Just go back in there

and I'll gather the others.
Just in case.

Hey, sweetie. You'd tell me
if you were a secret shapeshifter

here to fuck up my life,
wouldn't you?

Hello, buddy.

Where'd your momma go?

All right.

Come here.

- Here we go.
- Sorry, I had to change his diaper.

- What the fuck?
- What the fuck?

Clara, run!

Look out! It's a killer baby!

Oh, my God!

I got her!

Can't hit me now!

Hey, you bastard!

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck!

What the hell is going on up there?

They're under attack!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Don't even try it, girlie.

You've got a real family
to worry about.

Dad!

What just happened?

Clara, listen to me.

Everything is going to be all right.

Go.

We'll take care of this.

Just get him back safe.

We will. I promise.

Now, I know we've all had our
fair share of hemming and hawing

but enough is enough.

Cliff's been kidnapped,
we have to act fast.

Victor, we need to find out where
the Brotherhood of Evil is hiding.

On it. Okay, send me...

I'll get my laptop.

Larry, go start the bus.

Quickly, Larry!

The larva's fine, by the way.
Thanks for checking.

There is no choice now.

We have to destroy the Brotherhood.
You ready?

I don't know.

The Underground is falling apart.

The personas are gone

and I could swear
I heard something down there

and something is in pain.

Don't do this.

Every time things get bad for us

you get lost in your own head.

You can't sleep through
another crisis, Jane. Not again!

What the fuck do you want me to do?

I don't have powers, remember?

I'm not the help you're looking for.

None of you are
the help I'm looking for!

In fact, the most capable person
left in this house

is probably Cliff's daughter,
but she's not like us.

No one is.

This isn't about us anymore.
This is about Cliff.

- Speak.
- They're in Florida.

If we drive all night,
we can make it by tomorrow.

Ready?

What the fuck just happened?

Where am I? Are Clara and Rory safe?

I have no idea who you're
talking about, and I don't care.

Welcome to the Sunshine State,
Cliff Steele.

Am I back in fucking Florida?

I just fucking left Florida. Fuck me!

Who the fuck are you?

Shit, duh! You're the fucking Brain!

Yes. I am the fucking Brain.

And you are the Robotman.

It's a pleasure to meet you. Big fan.

Not of you, per se,
but of your design.

Oh, yeah? So, you must also
be a fan of things like skin tags

acapella music,
the 1973 Houston Oilers?

You really have no appreciation

for the miracle that you are, do you?

I spent my entire life
trying to design a body like yours.

I was furious when Niles Caulder

my hated rival, did what I could not.

So, when I saw your blueprints
auction online, I had to bid.

You bought my blueprints?

I had to know how Niles did it.

He was never a brilliant scientist,
but that was the catch.

Niles dabbled in science and magic.

Your body is special, Cliff.

It's infused with magical properties.

What the fuck are you saying?

You're one of a kind.

And that simply isn't fair.

A body like yours
should belong to someone worthy.

Someone like me.

Once I take it from you

I'll finally be able
to take my revenge.

Revenge?

How's that gonna work?

Here's what I'm thinking.

After we replace your brain
with the Brain

we'll return home to your friends

your foolish friends.

And they'll welcome back Robotman
with open arms.

Then, disguised together

the Brain and I will systematically
destroy your friends

one by one from within.

Saving Rita for last

and then, I will just...

finish her off once and for all.

You really are evil.

Oh, please. She doesn't know
the first thing about being evil.

Mallah.

Holy fuck!

Jane?

Jane?

Jane?

Faster, Vic. Faster!

Lady, this is a school bus.

I'd sit down, Rita.

Fuck!

Can't believe you brought
that repulsive thing with you.

He's trying to keep it safe.

That's what fathers
are supposed to do.

You're only sticking up for him

because he's the only one who is
happy about your cosmetic surgery.

Yeah, well, no one else is happy.

I never said I was happy.

- What?
- No, you know what?

I'm not happy. Yeah, Cliff was right.

Why does Vic's fresh start look
like that, and mine looks like this.

I thought if I could spare
this larva from my pain

it'd get better.
I thought I'd feel better.

But I'm not the only one
affecting this thing.

It's all of us. You and you.

You're all so emotionally toxic.

It's killing us both.

Okay, let me get this straight.

None of you are happy for me?

I finally get a chance
at a normal life again

and y'all are just jealous?

- That's pathetic.
- Can we just chill?

We're all going through shit.

Fuck it.

Deal with it later.
Like Rita said, this is about Cliff.

Wait, is that what Rita told you?

Please,
this isn't about Cliff at all.

Come on, tell her the truth, Rita.

You're awake.

Don't bother
attempting to shapeshift.

Mallah injected you
with a metahuman power dampener.

- We had a deal!
- I changed my mind.

The Brotherhood of Evil is old news.

Evil, well, it's a complicated thing.

Seventy years ago,
I wanted to rule the world.

After Caulder defeated me

I would've stopped at nothing
to kill him and erase his legacy.

But now, now, all I wanna do

is take this metal body
and live a life of indulgence

in sunny Boca Raton.

Maybe do the foxtrot
with the widow in unit J.

Goodbye, Madame Rouge.

Asshole!

Tell them, Rita. Tell them
why you're really after Rouge.

I told you!

This is about Cliff.
This is about all of us.

If we don't stop Rouge,
she and the Brotherhood

will not stop until we're all dead.

You mean dead again?
You had a time machine.

You could've changed all of this.

But instead, you went back
to Codsville and locked the door

and made sure everyone died.

- Wait, what?
- Wait, what?

This was never about Cliff.

Larry's right.

I had forgotten you all.

I had escaped!

I fell in love.

I had friends.

I had the perfect life until Rouge.

I could have saved you.
I could've altered the timeline

and changed everything.

But that would've risked
erasing the life that I had

and I just couldn't do that.

So, now, I'm back.

And it doesn't feel like home,
not anymore.

You are strangers to me.

So, when we arrive in Florida

you can put all your bullshit aside
and rescue Cliff

or you can sit in this bus
and wallow. I don't care.

All I want is Rouge.

You lied to us the whole time.

Oh, you can talk, Larry.
You lied right to my face.

- Enough about your face, Vic!
- Enough about your face, Vic!

Fuck!