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Previously on doom patrol...

You've slipped through my fingers
for the last time.

It's the chief!

It's all going to be fine.
Chief disappears all the time.

Into a fucking hole?
In the fucking ground?

Take away the ratty beard
and the baggy jumpsuit,

and I swear,
he looks just like flex mental/o

from the funny book Danny gave us.

Flex is the key
to finding the chief.

Dolores? It's me. It's flex.

- Flex? Oh, god.
- It's me, baby.

- Dolly, stay with me.
- Flex...

Stay with me.

We need you to turn grid back on.

If we can find the beard hunter,
we can find the chief.

If I do this, you guys are gonna have to
save niles without me.

Do it.

I know how to find niles.
Care to join me?

For niles.

Finally,
after 13 meandering episodes

of character-driven schlock,

we can finally get to the show

that everyone wanted to see
in the first place.

A superhero show!

So?

How'd your presentation go?

Did the brotherhood like it?

Not quite.

They let me go.

They fired you?

How does the brotherhood of evil
fire someone?

And after all you've done for them.

All your plans,

the electro ray,
the weather control thingy,

the giant robot.

You told me he was going to
bring the city to its knees.

Did you tell them that?

I explained it to them in detail.
The brain just didn't think...

He just didn't think I had enough...

- Zip.
- So, that's it?

He canned you.

He replaced me with some gorilla.

They decided to bring in some muscle?

No. An actual gorilla.

He's quite smart, allegedly.
Speaks French.

- You have to go back.
- How's that?

You're gonna march into their hideout
and you're gonna talk to the brain.

Make him see the light.

No, honey. I can't...
I can't do that.

I got off easy.

This is the brotherhood of evil
we're talking about.

Usually, when they let someone go,
they let them go.

The only reason I'm alive right now

is because they don't consider me
a threat, physically

or... intellectually.

Their words.

I can't do this anymore.

Oh, no, Millie. Please.
Look, this is just a minor setback.

I am gonna be back on top in no time.

That's just it.

You've never been on top.

You have all these big ideas,

but I am the only one
who buys into them.

I follow you around like a puppy.

- I'm a real dunce.
- No, Millie.

Millie, no.

Please.

I am gonna be somebody.

But you're not. You're just a nobody.

And that's what you'll always be.

I'm sorry, Eric.

What the hell
was Mr. Nobody thinking?

Why bring the chief
all the way to east bumfuck?

I don't know.

Is there a fucking cub scoutjamboree?

Let's forget Mr. Nobody
for a moment, shall we?

We aren't following him.
We are after the beard hunter.

According to Vic's grid thingamajiggy,

the beard hunter has been
in this spot for over a week.

He's stopped searching.

If we're looking for the chief,

shouldn't we be trying to figure out
captain banana-hammock back there?

I don't know how much use
he's gonna be right now.

It's strange, isn't it?

Getting fresh air after all that time
cooped up in the ant farm.

I'm so sorry about Dolores.

Ifwe'd known what would've happened,
we wouldn't have brought her to you.

It's my fault.

Flex, that's not true.

That contraption in her,

it went off the moment
we recognized each other.

I should have known
they'd be one step ahead of me.

- I killed Dolores.
- No, you didn't.

The bureau of normalcy did.
You need to remember that.

And after we get the chief back,
we'll make them answer for it.

We'll make them answer for everything.

Wait. We got something up here.

What's a street doing
in the middle of nowhere?

I'm sure they have
a logical explanation.

- They?
- Danny.

Did I never mention the sentient,

teleporting, gender-queer street
Vic and I hung out on

while Jane lost her shit
and tried to get married?

Vic mentioned it.

You really keep to yourself
too much, man.

Well, that's Danny,
and you're gonna love them.

The fuck?

- Quaint. Perfectly lovely.
- What do we do now?

Just say "hello, street"
like a pack of assholes?

Oh! Someone's popular here.

Gang, meet Danny.
Danny, this is Rita, Jane and cliff.

- Danny?
- You two know each other?

She's gone, Danny.

Dolores is gone.

I'm so sorry.

This moment is beautiful and necessary,
and I hate to interrupt.

But we're looking for a lunatic
who eats beard hair...

Looking beautiful today,
sunshine.

See you.

Unbelievable.

Ernest. Ernest!

You! Pube stalker!

It's beard hunter,
and I don't do that anymore.

I don't do that anymore.

What are you fuckwads looking at?

Where is niles caulder?

Uh_mmm.

You ate his beard, didn't you?
It led you here, didn't it?

And your boy wasn't here. But Danny was.

They got me off the beard hair
and gave me a chance to start anew.

Baloney. Hammerhead, do something awful.

Give me answers or I'll give you bananas
up your ass one at a time.

Peels on.

Wait.
You've known this whole time?

Why didn't you tell me
the last time I was here?

Danny, look at us.
We've searched through two continents

and up a donkey's mustn't-touch-it.
We are hanging on by a thread.

If you can't help us,

I'm afraid the chief
will be lost forever.

And so will we.

- "White space"?
- I know what the white space is.

And I know how to get there.

Bad dreams, huh?

Dad. Dad...

I can understand that.

I just had a doozy of a nightmare.

The white space is the area
where there is no story.

The white space exists
where content doesn't.

It's the space on this page
between the panels.

The white space.
That's beautiful, heady, poetic.

Now, how in the name of fuck
do we get in there?

Well, I have a flex for that.

You need baby oil or anything?

Wait.

It can't be that easy.

Mr. Mentallo here strikes a pose,
and then what happens?

Well, then I open up a pathway
from this dimension to the white space.

Yeah. What Rita's trying to say
is that we need a strategy.

We have no idea what's waiting for us
in the white space.

We've dealt with Mr. Nobody before.
First, he'll separate us.

And then he'll use our past
to torture us.

Well, we'll just have to stop him
from doing that.

We haven't stopped
a goddamn thing since this started.

- We destroyed the town.
- It got put back together.

Then there was the decreator,
he ran all over us.

So we summoned the re-creator.

We nearly ruined the lives
of a group of senior citizens.

They were fucked when we found them!

Jesus. Knock it off!

Yeah. Our win-loss record is shit.
We're not making the playoffs.

Who gives a shit? We're past that!

We've fought and clawed our way through
a ton of fuck-ups, and now we're here,

knocking on the door to save niles.

We have to go in.
And we're going in together.

- Let's do this.
- All right.

Everybody, focus.

I need you to focus on the white space.

Anybody? Anything?

- I feel something.
- Me, too.

Yeah.

Is there something
that I should be feeling right now?

It's like... wait.

Oh! Ooh!

Oh, my...

Oh!

What the fuck is going on?

We're all reaching...

We're fucking coming, man!

Shit.

I think I flexed the wrong muscle.

No shit, dummy!

Oh! Uh...

Oh, yeah!

I'll fucking kill you!

Oh, fuck!

Uh, I am so, so, so, so sorry.

I was shooting for the splenius capitis

and I accidentally flexed
the splenius cervicis.

- They're right next to each other...
- Just give us a moment!

- Please.
- Take as much time as you need.

I, uh...

I'm stupid.

Is that better?
Are you more comfortable?

Yeah.

You reinstalled grid. Good.

Oh, um...

Yeah, I, uh...

I should never have taken it out.

I'm sorry, dad.

I screwed up, again.

- It's all right, Victor.
- No. It's really not.

You were right.

I wasn't ready.

Ijustjumped into
this whole search for niles

without any idea
what I was dealing with.

That's how Mr. Nobody got into my head.

He just used everything
that was swirling in my mind,

and my mistrust, and he twisted it.

Your mistrust of me?

I don't know what I was thinking.

- I almost killed you.
- No.

I know what you were thinking.

And you were right not to trust me.

Not all of your memories are real, Vic.

Thanks for giving me
another shot at this, guys.

Whoo.

Hold up. Why were you even screaming?

- Huh?
- You can't feel anything.

Um, 'cause...

- Did you fake an orgasm?
- What? No!

I have too much respect
for everyone here.

How could you even...

'Cause I didn't wanna
feel left out, okay?

Don't pity me.

- Flex, do your thing.
- Okay.

Everybody, focus.

You focus.

Right. Yes.

I'll focus.

- Anything?
- Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm starting to feel like
this entire thing is a waste of time...

Stop it. Paul.
That's enough. Now eat.

Holy shit.

Larry. Language.

Holy shit.

Ready for you
on the docks in 10, Ms. Farr.

The boat scene is all setup.

Jane, no one wants to hurt you,
but you have to go to therapy.

Holy shit.

- Holy...
- Shit.

We get it, cliff.

Despite your best efforts,
you all waltzed

straight into the very trap
you hoped to avoid.

What day is it?

Only the biggest day of your life.

That's right.
This was the day of Larry's big flight.

The day his body
would become a charred airbnb

for the being from planet dickhead.

Rita was about to stumble
into the drink,

and become forever locked
in her own battle of the bulge.

Our girl Jane
was due to get a spike in the neck

that would make
all of the monsters inside her

that much more destructive.

And cliffy was about to turn his t-top
and his wife into a convertible.

Pretty rough deals all around.

Fuck off!

You're the ones
that barged into my home.

I should be telling you to fuck off.

But instead, I'm going to offer you
the greatest deal of your pitiful lives.

What if you could have
your old lives back,

minus the horrific tragedies
that destroyed you?

I've had enough of your bullshit.

I'm not kidding, cliff.
No one has to die.

Just think about it.

You can have it all back.
All of the glory and glamour.

Your life could be whatever you want,
however you want.

Wouldn't it be nice, Jane,
if you could mitigate

even some of the damage

those nightmares inside of you
have caused?

I can make all of that go away.

- What do we have to do?
- That's the easy part.

You just have to stay nice and cozy
right where you are.

And stop looking for niles caulder.

And why the fuck
should we believe anything you say?

Because you know this is real.

You know I do almost anything
I set my mind to.

You know I've done it before.

What happens to the chief?

That's the beautiful part.

You don't worry about him
because if you stay here in this memory,

you won't ever meet niles caulder.

He will cease to exist in your world
and fade from your memories.

Stop narrating me, you shithead.

Who you calling shithead, shithead?

Want one?

Okay, now you're tempted.

Yeah, I do. I want one.

We aren't the same team you dealt with
back in the donkey, you know.

We're stronger now.

We've all been working
very hard on ourselves.

Work?
You've sat around in a circle

and whined like a c-team breakfast club.

Cliff stole a watch from an alligator.

Mr. Electricity here
finally came out of the closet

at the tender age of 95.

Jane crawled as deep into herself
as she could

and almost committed mind suicide
or some shit.

You call that work? Please.

- Rita?
- Come in.

We're all set,
and I've got some good news for you.

- You do?
- We fired Henry.

The focus puller.

The one distracting you with the...
You know?

What is it now, Rita?

Want some help?

Sure.

- Since when do you wash dishes?
- Since...

- I don't know.
- You're going to be late.

You smell so good.

- Am I a good person?
- How so?

As in not a bad person.

Sheryl, what are you gonna do
after this flight?

I'm talking about us,
everything we talked about.

All my... broken promises.

What's gonna happen with us?

This doesn't feel right.

- Rita, you're fantastic.
- I am?

Sure, you are.

Millions of people
across the globe adore you.

What do you want?

You should go.

We'll be watching.

Now, let's get out there, hmm,

and remind them why.

I come back to a memory

where I have it all again.

And then I got my family,

I start fucking the nanny again.

Don't be an asshole.

She's right.

I should go.

Just like that?

All right, then.

Last looks.

Yes, take a long last look.

Because if you leave this tent,

you're going to turn into a monster.

I'd become a monster
long before my accident.

I see that now.

I ruined this life once,
I'm just ruining it again.

I'm still a piece of garbage.

The way I was back here
was so selfish, dishonest.

I ruined this family years before today.

I may still have along way to go,

but I know I've become
a better person since all this.

And my stay with niles
has been a big part of that.

I have to work on my new life.

Sheryl and the boys deserve better
than anything I could have given them.

We got to find niles.

Cliff, lknow
I've been a shit this season,

but I'm telling you the truth.

This is all real
and you can save your family.

You don't want to do this. Just stay.

No. I call bullshit.

What about John then, hmm?

You can finally be with him.

John's lived his life.

I should, too.

What on earth are you doing?

Oh, fuck you.

You have the power
to build the city of the future!

At least one of you has some brains.

From now on,
I'm calling you sensible Jane.

Can you believe the others? The gall?

At least you know
I'm not the bad guy here.

You know I'm trying to help.

Hammerhead, what are you doing?

Getting us out of here.

You think you're helping me
and the others?

Well, fuck that!

This was the greatest day of our life.

This was the day
we got some bite to our bark.

No, no.

Stop. Stop.

It's safer here.

Safe? Safer, my ass.

The shit we went through?

It's safer for others.

We can't be around regular people.

We hurt them. Okay?

I don't give a fuck
about regular people!

We're supposed to protect the girl.

Well, shit.

All I remember from the accident
was waking up on the lawn.

- Mom was next to me, but she was...
- No.

She was still alive.

What?

Each of you were barely
hanging in there.

We rushed you to
s.T.A.R.'S experimental surgical center.

Both of us?

It quickly became apparent...

I would only be able to save one of you.

Then why?

Why did you save me?

It was niles.

He argued that you were
the better physical candidate

to accept the biotechnology.

But I still wouldn't listen.

Then he made me realize one simple fact.

Saving you... would be the only choice
your mother would make.

The only choice she would let me make.

So I let her go.

But I remember.

She was on the lawn...

In front of the house.

- That was...
- That was a story you were told.

A simple lie told over and over again
while you recovered...

Every day...

Until you believed it.

So you didn't corrupt my programming.

Uh-uh.

You messed with my actual memories.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

But I can hope that you know how sorry...

Do you know how hard it was?

Carrying this for years?

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why did you do this to me?
- I was afraid.

I was certain
it would destroy our family

if you knew I had to make the choice
to let your mother pass.

I was afraid... of having you hate me.

So you let me
shoulder the blame instead.

I didn't realize
how destructive my dishonesty was

until it was too late.

The story was too powerful.

It made you cyborg
as much as the surgery.

Where are you going?

I got some people I can actually trust.

Fhends.

And they need my help.

Look at these nimrods.

I handed them the happy ending
they wasted decades pining for.

And what did they do?
They shit all over it!

Now they were lost and alone

with nothing but my narration
to keep them company.

Most likely, forever.

But deep down,

Rita knew everything
was going to be fine.

Totally fine.

So fonnard she marched.

Um, what are you doing?

I'm sick of having someone else
tell my story.

Badly, I might add.

Therefore, I shall be narrating
my own tale from now on.

So, she marched fonivard.

But you can't just narrate...

Ever fonnard.

- Stop it!
- Ever onward.

- It doesn't work like that!
- Eventually, in a stunning twist,

Rita and her friends found one another.

Cliff!

Rita! Thought I heard you.

Hey, Rita.

Were you just in my head?

I've decided to try my hand
at narrating.

If you want the plum roles,

sometimes you have to
write them yourself.

Wait. Where's Jane?

You all know
she moves at her own pace.

- Chief!
- Let's grab him and bolt.

You shouldn't have come here.

Did you really think
it would be that easy?

If you want niles,
you have to go through me.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Real you looks like
a fucking dweeb to me.

Right.

I suppose this is hardly appropriate

for the big, boring,
punch-them-up climax.

Is this better?

Now, who wants to get
ripped apart first?

And why do you want to fight?

Dr. Harrison?

We're getting ready
for the big superhero fight.

This is who you turn into?

What are you overcompensating for?

- I'm not overcompensating.
- Please.

This form...

This phony darkness,
this childish display of sinister power.

That's ridiculous.

A, I am sinister and dark.

B, I'm powerful enough

to control this entire streaming service
if I wanted to.

What the fuck is going on?

We are witnessing someone
with a classic delusional personality.

Most likely caused by
a lifelong sense of inferiority.

- Oh, bullshit.
- Is it?

You claim you can control
this television program,

yet Rita here
was easily able to wrest control

by providing her own narration.

She got lucky.

Or maybe the source
of your problem is a woman.

That is not...

You're just a nobody.
And that's what you'll always be.

Millie.

How are you doing this?

You're doing all this
because you were dumped?

I get it. Standard stuff.

- Basic.
- I am not basic.

You don't want to be.

You want to be original.

Despite all the sarcastic comments
and judgments...

- He's sad.
- He's like us.

How dare you?

You were twisted
before you were twisted.

Maybe.

Except now, I have power.
And it's time to die.

I don't want to fight.

- What?
- I don't know.

- I feel kind of bad now that I know you.
- Me, too.

- Yeah.
- Let us help you.

- Let niles into your heart.
- No!

This is not right.

You are not going to pity me any longer.
Fight or don't.

But I'm going to...

Fuck.

Booyah.

What? The guy said not to pity him.

Is that it?

I believe it might be.

What do you say, chief?

You ready to go home?

You might wanna brace yourself.

We kind of trashed the place.

- We fought a whole cult in there.
- And each other.

I had a rat in me.
It's a story for another time.

Quite the wild ride, chief,
finding you.

I think you all found much more than me.

Oh, where are they all?

Where are you all?

Sorry, sorry,
I was putting on my face.

You think I wake up looking this pretty?

Morning briefing
begins promptly at 7:00 am.

If we want to be a team,
we have to make the effort.

Absolutely. That's why I was down here
at ten to waiting on all of you.

Thank you, Rita.

Setting an example as always.

Hey, do you use your powers

to stick your nose
all the way up the chief's ass or...

- Boom.
- Sorry, everyone. I was on my run.

Hey, way to keep it tight, hawkman.

Might we start our briefing, please?

Briefing? Please.
Let's call it what it is. Breakfast.

Chocolate chip pancakes?

You ate all the chocolate chips
yesterday.

Damn.

Well, let's get to the task at hand.

The brotherhood of evil
is on the move again.

Last seen in Brussels.

Looks like the task at hand
has changed. Come on.

Such a shame
to leave all this food to spoil.

You just look after
your own bacon.

Hmm.

What do you think it is?

Maybe it's that.

Chief, are you seeing this?

How could I miss it?

How do we start it
and how do we finish it?

Same as always. Try talking to it.

I got this. I speak robot.

Hey, big fella. You friend or foe?

Foe! He's foe as fuck!

Looks like it's going to be
the hard way.

As long as the regular people
are out of danger.

Fuck the regular people.

Oh, where are they all?

Where are you all?

Sorry, sorry,
I was putting on my face.

You think I wake up looking this pretty?

Morning briefing
begins promptly at 7:00 am.

If we want to be a team,
we have to make the effort.

Absolutely. That's why I was down here
at ten to waiting on all of you.

Thank you, Rita.

Sorry, everyone. I was on my run.

Hey, way to keep it tight, hawkman.

Might we start our briefing, please?

Briefing? Please.
Let's call it what it is. Breakfast.

Chocolate chip pancakes?

You ate all the chocolate chips
yesterday.

Damn.

Looks like the task at hand
has changed. Come on.

Such a shame
to leave all this food to spoil.

You just look after
your own bacon.

Hmm.

Are you seeing this, chief?

How could I miss it?

Hey, big fella.
You friend or foe?

Foe! He's foe as fuck!

Looks like it's going to be
the hard way.

As long as the regular people
are out of danger.

Fuck the regular people.

Looks like the task at hand
has changed. Come on.

Such a shame to see all this food spoil.

Just...

Be careful, please.

How do we start it
and how do we finish it?

Same as always. Try...

Run. Run like hell.

Looks like the task at hand
has changed. Come on.

What do you think it is?

Maybe it's that.

Hey, big fella. You friend or foe?

Chocolate chip pancakes?

Are you seeing this, chief?

Try talking to it.

No, no!

You think I wake up
looking this pretty?

Foe as fuck!

Run like hell!

No! No!

You just mind your own bacon.

All the way up the chief's ass?

Looks like it's going to be
the hard way.

No! No!

Chocolate chip pancakes?

Looks like the task at hand
has changed.

Run.

Run like hell.

Stop!

Not another step.

What's the matter with you?

You can't go. It's a trap.

He's doing this. He's got us.

You mind filling us in
on what the hell you're talking about?

Mr. Nobody.

He's torturing us.

Killing you.

But me, he's making me watch you die
again and again and again.

- That's impossible.
- Yeah, we beat him a year ago.

No. You can't.

I should have known.

What the hell is going on here?

And who the hell are you supposed to be?

I was wondering if you'd show up.

One of you better start explaining
some shit quick.

The genius finally figured it out.

The Vic that shot Mr. Nobody
was me.

That was me all along.

Whew!

That was getting tedious.

No way.
How the hell did we get back here?

Or maybe you never left.

Good god.

If stupidity were a superpower,
you would be goddamn Superman.

Can someone tell me
what the hell is going on here?

And why are we
not beating this guy's ass?

Oh, they already tried that.

It's far too convoluted
to go into right now.

You can look out for it

during the "previously on" part
of the next episode.

The moral is, basically,
there is no beating me.

Not now, not ever.

But you can be free of me.

That's not so bad, right?

But how would you do that, hmm?

What is it that sets us free?

You know the answer, niles.

I could go back
to destroying them again.

I mean, they're basically dead anyway.

And I'm happy
to work cyborg into the mix.

The truth.

The truth... shall set you free.

There it is!

That's what all this has been about?

All the anguish? The agony?

Duh.

Yes.

But look what else has happened.

Check out your little ragtag crew.

I mean, they couldn't even
leave the house without screwing up.

And now they've made it
all the way here.

And you are the only thing
that can save them.

It's kind of beautiful. No?

Go on, niles.

Tell them the truth.

I can't.

Yes, you can.
You can tell us anything.

It's all right, niles.

If there is one thing
we've all learned from this nightmare,

it's that there's no need
for secrets between us.

It's okay.
You can do this, chief.

The tragedies that befell you,
they weren't accidents.

I was responsible for everything
that has happened to each of you.