All language subtitles for Doom.Patrol.S03E07.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Previously on doom patrol...

We had developed a prototype
for synthetic skin.

So, I could have looked normal.

Cliffie, it says that your card's
declined due to insufficient funds.

I already sold
half my roomies' stuff.

What am I doing?

There is a thing
underneath my skin.

I just watched a girl
teach herself how to ride a bike

after being held captive
in her own mind for almost 70 years.

If you don't stop
this divisive behavior,

you will get exactly what you want.

What if I'm
a world-renowned time traveler?

Don't let her straight-laced
bureau face fool you.

Laura's a wild cat.

This is our
top secret enclave, bendy.

You're the sisterhood of dada.

But of course you are. Piffle paffle!

Made you something. Your paper clip.

I know the perfect place to keep this.

I'll guard it with my life.

I came here because
something very big is set to occur.

"The eternal flatulation
is coming."

And it needs to be stopped.

Whoo!

The eternal flagellation!

Little Victor stone.

The last time I saw you,
you were about this tall.

Sitting in the corner
of elinore's office,

playing quietly with your Superman doll.

- You probably don't remember me.
- That was a lifetime ago.

Yeah, I worked with your mom
at s.T.A.R. For years.

She was an incredible woman.

Why'd you leave?

Well, after 9/11, s.T.A.R. Doubled down
on weapons programs.

- I wanted to heal people, not arm them.
- Hmm.

It's a shame how many
of my clients were disfigured

by s.T.A.R.-Developed weapons.

So, what can I do for you, Vic?

I heard about synthetic skin,

and I wonder if that might be
an option for me.

Well, that's definitely not
what I expected you to say.

- But may I?
- Of course.

I have to admit...

I was surprised when Silas
chose the cyber tech for you,

instead of coming to me.

I mean, you were just such a happy kid.

My god, Silas really is
a magician, isn't he?

I mean, an internal battery-powered
mechanokinetic pulse Cannon. I...

What's the total output?

10,000 volts?

-Whoa.

Yeah, I can liquify an armored truck
in under three seconds.

Wow.

Well...

Okay.

Unsurprisingly,
the physiological integration

of your tech is incredibly extensive.

To safely introduce
a synthskin epidermis,

your cyber tech would have
to be completely removed.

Even grid?

Obviously, your artificial organs

and structural prosthetics
would have to stay,

but anything that requires more energy
than you get from a burrito? Gotta go.

What if I wanted to do it?

How soon could you...

Good news there.

Your biotech interfaces
are almost entirely nanotechnological,

which makes extraction
largely a matter of code.

So, this could be
an overnight procedure.

But this isn't a decision
you should take lightly.

Have you talked
with your father about this?

My mom would want this for me.

That's the only thing I care about.

That's fair.

I just...

We urge all of our clients
to talk this through with a loved one.

Believe me, this will be
a lot easier with someone by your side.

My fucking records?

Which ones?

Uh, well, I sold them as a lot.
80, all of them?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You don't understand.

They had a special edition
chipmunk master keychain

you could get for just 15,000 acorns

and I was almost there

when I lost it all
on a double-or-nothing

nut jump against Mr. Fox,

even though ginger told me
not to trust Mr. Fox!

What?

There's something weird
going on with you.

No, there isn't. There's something
weird going on with you.

After you get my fucking
records back, you're gonna...

Jane?

Oh, fuck. I got this.

I took a heimlich course in '87.

Had to bone the instructor to pass,
but I remember the basics.

What the fuck?

Oh, you got the prize!

It's those dada freaks.

What the fuck?

Holy shit on a shingle.

There is something weird going on.

Of course
there's something going on,

you guileless golem.
They are coming for us.

We must rally to defend the castle.

Cliff, seal the doors, the windows
and the motherfucking fireplaces.

Why are you even still here?
We had a deal.

We did your little spy mission.
Now, why don't you get the fuck out

and take your dumb quirks and your
fucking stupid magic tricks with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, we have bigger problems...

You have bigger problems. Not us.

I assure you that this
is everyone's problem.

Look, curly.
When something wants to get us,

it usually finds a way to get us.

No use trying to stop it.

Now you, get your laptop.

We're getting my records back, you fuck.

What's the big deal?

They weren't even worth that much.

We've got to seal these windows.

Now, your Cher workout tapes,
on the other hand...

My what?

- Um...
- Oh, no, you didn't.

You sold my Cher workout tapes?

Let me explain.

What? No.

Wait, no, no, I'm still not... flit!

Shit, shit.

- Dad, what are you doing here?
- Uh...

Hey, here I am.
Surprise extended grandpa visit.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Hey.

- Did you get help with your...
- Oh, the parkie?

Yeah, that's all taken care of.

Got some pills. And let me tell you,
those babies work like gangbusters.

See?

Steady as a rock.

Good.

I... I've been eyeing the bureau
since my cousin Paige came on here.

He's... he's a meta too.

Worked in comms until the big one.

Did you know him?

Anyway, Paige didn't
make it back fully intact.

So, I figured I'd wait for
the war to be good and over.

The war is never over.

So tell me, who are you?

Who am I? I'm, uh...

I'm... I'm Wally sage, ma'am.
I just told you...

What are you?

Ah, I see. A test.

Very sneaky, ma'am.

Uh... what am I, huh?

Well, I guess, probably...
I don't know what you'd call it.

Probably easier if I just show you.

Hmm.

Fascinating.

Can you apply this ability
to, say... artillery?

Uh, sure, I guess. But...

I came in to see about
the marketing position.

Well, you will be very useful.

Vveapon.

Thank you.

Laura...

He was just a boy.

Wars don't fight themselves.

Is that all you have to say?
You used to look out for kids like him.

Well, it's not the same
carefree world it was then, is it?

We must make difficult choices
in order to keep our country safe.

We're meeting at the salon
tonight to workshop a new piece.

We'd all love to see you.

- "We all"?
- Yes.

Holly, Malcolm, everyone.

We miss you.

Don't you miss making art

and expressing yourself? You used
to say that it was your calling.

Well, I have a higher calling now.

Yeah, I recall you
landing here with a calling.

Something about a time machine.

But you gave up on all that
when you found safety in your little...

Coterie, didn't you?

Laura...

It's your coterie, too.

I swear, if the bureau could,

they'd make us forget
that we all had lives before...

Yes, well, don't worry.

I'll never forget.

Now send in the next recruit,
would you, on your way out?

Mmm, let me guess. She said no.

You surprised?

I'm a little worried about her,
if I'm being honest.

- Lately, she just seems so...
- Sour? Hmm.

- She's been sour for 15 years.
- It's herjob.

That sort of work just has
to weigh on a person's soul.

- Yeah, if she still has one.
- Malcolm.

She saved all of our souls
once upon a time.

Maybe it's our turn to save hers.

Hmm.

Maybe you're right.

Larry?

- Larry?
- God.

It is 11:00 in the morning

and you're loafing about on the floor.

My expectations with you people truly
could not be any lower at this point.

But we are about to be confronted
by an inconceivably dangerous threat.

{935951
-and I need all the help I can get.

Uh, fine. Fine. Could you just...
Can you give me a minute?

God.

Um... what on earth is that?

It's just... well, it started
as a tumor, but then it, uh...

- That came out of you?
- Yes.

- Out of your...
- Out of my mouth, okay?

Yes. It's definitely alive.

Wow.
A sentient tumor. Fascinating.

Have you recently been exposed
to any abnormal atmospheres?

My entire life is
an abnormal atmosphere.

Do you mean the afterlife?
The negative nebula?

I went to costco
for the first time a few weeks ago.

- Was that it?
- No, the second one.

This nebula. I think
that's your answer right there.

I mean, you're probably dealing
with some kind of space parasite.

Really?

How can you be sure?

Well, what else could it be, you bampot?

Okay. Okay.
Well, what should I do?

Oh, well, let's use our brains here.

When one expels a living,

16-pound parasite from one's body,

there is really only one
reasonable response.

- Give it a name?
- Jesus Christ almighty, no.

No, burn... burn it. Burn it.

And meet me in the great room
when you've dealt with it.

Jesus Christ! You burn it.

You don't give it a fucking name.

What's wrong, Kay?

Driller bill says
you've been crying all day.

Someone...

Someone stole my bike.

It was right outside my door
when I went to bed and when I woke up,

it was gone.

Okay, well,

maybe somebody just borrowed it.
Did you ask...

They stole it!

Stop treating me like I'm a stupid baby.

Okay.

Well, we'll just go up top
and get you a new bike.

And this time we'll actually pay for it.

No, I don't wanna go up.
I never wanna go up again!

I don't know if it's your ice-cold touch

or the hum of your nutrient tank,

but he is never as relaxed
as when he's with you.

That's my grandpa powers at work.

You remind me more and more
of grandpa rj, you know that?

You know what?
You guys deserve a real break.

Why don't I watch Rory
so you can go out? Date night.

Out? I don't even know
what that means anymore.

Thanks, but we're good.

You know what?
That sounds nice, actually.

Are you serious?

Yeah. We'll just walk down
to scooter dog's, grab an ice cream bar.

We'll be gone 20 minutes. 30, tops.

You won't regret this. I'm gonna have
the whole place cleaned up and...

- Here. Just in case, for emergencies.
- Uh...

Okay, cool.

I guess that's that.

Next time you go to space,
don't forget to wear a spacesuit, Larry.

Damn it.

Damn, damn, damn.

Hey. Hey, you all right in there?

I couldn't just leave you out here
without giving you a fighting chance.

I went back and made you a...

I don't know what space parasites eat,
but I figure everybody likes a pb&j.

Here you go.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Here. It's supposed to get
pretty chilly tonight.

Hey, look,
there's nothing to be afraid of.

I don't think.

Look, I don't know what you want,

but you're better off without me.
Trust me on that.

Huh.

That can't be good.

"Miss...

"Miss me"?

How the hell did you find me?

The supercomputer
in my head helped a little.

And what do you

and the supercomputer in your head want?

I just wanted you to know,
you were right.

- About what?
- About me.

Look, everything's
always been so laid out for me.

I didn't even know what was missing.

But I do now.

It's like, how can I help people
when there's this barrier between us?

When they can't even relate
to me as a human being?

You're rambling, Vic.

What you trying to do?
Keep me on the line long enough

for your s.T.A.R. Buddies
to come scoop me up?

No, no, you won't have
to worry about that anymore.

What's going on, Vic?

I think I might
have it taken out.

My tech.

- All of it.
- What?

Look, I just wanted you to know
because you were the one who...

What are you talking about?

What...

What happened to wanting to be a hero?

But my tech doesn't make me a hero.

Having an energy Cannon fused
to my nervous system...

That's not what I meant.
We have our preferred methods,

but at the end of the day,
we want the same thing.

Change.

Now, I'm blasting through
the back door demanding it

while you're walking in
through the lobby

with a big, dumb smile on your face,
talking about...

"Hi, I'm cyborg. Nice to meet ya."

But sometimes
change comes from the inside.

- You taught me that.
- I'm not giving up the fight.

I'll just have to find another way.

You already have a way, Vic.

You can sign all the online
petitions that you want,

but when there is a guy
with an arm Cannon at the table,

you're going to want to listen
to what he has to say.

Wait. How is that
any different than a cop

demanding obedience
down the barrel of a gun?

Because we don't want obedience.

All we want is justice.

I didn't ask for this, roni.

None of us asked for what we got.

Only thing that matters
is what we do once we got it.

But cyborg isn't me.

I'm not happy like this.

Yeah, well, not all of us
can afford to prioritize our happiness.

The fact is,
you're a more effective agent

of change as cyborg than you are as Vic.

So what do you want?

Change?

Or do you want happiness?

Look, you taught me to trust myself,
and that's exactly what I'm doing.

I thought you'd be happy for me.

Roni?

- You there?
- Vic.

I'm losing you.

It's not safe to talk anyway.

Just“

do what you gotta do.

And maybe I'll see you
on the other side.

All good. All good.
Everything's fine.

We have multiple reports
of an unprecedented fog

spreading over the eastern seaboard.

In my 23 years on the weather map,

I've never seen anything like this...

Nope! No negativity today!
This is what I'm talking about.

Grandpa and roryjust hanging out,

making memories that'll last a lifetime.

Grandpa is not thinking
about anything at all.

Not about ginger, not about chipmunks.

Don't worry, buddy.

Nothing your old g-pa can't handle.

Oh, fuck!

Didn't think that through.

- Hey.
- We're back.

Oh, thank god...
I mean, oh, hey, back so soon?

Cliff, the burner is on high.

Oh, uh, I would have caught that.

Well, you did catch it.
So it's all good.

It's fine. At least
you didn't burn the house down.

See that? We're building trust.

Yeah, I'm gonna put Rory down for a nap.

Hey, did you hear

about this weird fog thing rolling in?

Is that something
we should be concerned about?

Oh, that? Don't even worry about it.

Big papa cliff will keep
his family safe.

Good.

I don't want you running off already.

You just got here.

Yeah.

I'm gonna destroy
whatever thieving fuck took it.

I'm talking murder.

Who took the fucking bike, doc?

Whoever took it, I hope
they threw it in the well.

I'm gonna fuck you up.

They will have done us all a favor.

In case you haven't noticed,
Kay is staying put,

right where she belongs.

Because she's fucking depressed,
not because she wants to.

I hate to point the finger, Jane,

but you've opened this can of worms

by allowing her to go up
in the first place.

She was fine.

She was lucky.
And if the girl's going to be hurt,

it's better it be on our terms
than on theirs.

Don't you agree?

We were created for one thing.
It was to protect the girl.

If we can't even do that, then maybe...

Who's protecting us, Jane?

Annihilation is hot on my trail,

but god forbid any of them
should lift a finger to try and help me.

Why should I lure it away
from this temple of torpor?

Because I am a good person, that is why!

Tiptoe harem, purple and low.

Fuck!

Show yourselves!

Burning the midnight oil?

You know, if we had any sense,
we would be out celebrating.

I heard we set a new
recruitment record this week.

I set a recruitment record.

Twelfth week in a row, actually.

Not bad, de Mille.

If numbers were
the only thing that mattered,

you'd be running this joint by now.

Pace yourself, Willy.

Making enemies around here
won't advance you. Trust me.

Wait.

You don't think you have what it takes

to be a leader
in this organization, do you?

Listen to me, you little hyena.

I have been a loyal and industrious part

of the bureau for 35 years and I...

What about your little pals?

My little pals?

In the mailroom. The stretchy one,

the living cyclone, the invisible one.

All very powerful, or so I hear.

And yet, every time

the reclassification window
comes around,

you decide to keep them
hidden in the basement.

Yes, well, they're not...

We are in the midst
of a meta-human arms race.

And it seems to me
that you are more worried

about protecting your friends

than you are about protecting
what is actually at risk.

The moral core of our great nation.

I do my job well

and I do it with acute moral integrity.

And the meta-humans in question
are simply unsuited for war.

They're pacifists.

And what does that make you?

Those freaks are merely
an untapped resource.

And depending on who you ask...

So are you.

My advice?

"Friend" is merely a nice word
for "opportunity."

And don't think for a second

that the big eye in the sky
isn't watching you.

If we could have your attention.

Malcolm and I have been
working on something at home.

We're not sure
where we're going with it,

but perhaps it will help ignite
some creative juices, mmm?

Oh, I see. You have his face

and he has yours because you're in love.

Please kill me now.

Introducing skittish apparition,

and the shapeless shape.

Plastic!

Tundra!

Gullible pickling carousel!

Ah...

What the hell was that, softshoe?

Ah! Well...

The newest thing on Broadway.

Our thinking was that
a playful subversion

of cultural trends
could prove a fertile canvas

in which to examine human frivolity.

Mmm-hmm.

We're the sisterhood of dada.

We're artists.

Well, that's a little harsh.

Here we go.

And every year
we vote against it.

Because it's too dangerous.

To make the world
a better place.

Since our inception,
there's been plague,

depression, holocaust.

Just five years ago, a world away,

our bombs vaporized

entire populations where they stood.

And right here, in our backyard,

my own people have been
subjected to horrors...

You can't even...

I can't even, man. You know?

How are we doing?

We... making the world a better place.

We stood by and watched

the bureau lurch
from oddities to normalcy,

guided by the very same
ideologies we claim to oppose.

We just kept our heads down.

For what?

A paycheck?

There's a word for what we are.
All of us.

Complicit.

Well, if that's not motivation
to make a big statement,

I don't know what is.

As Nietzsche once said,
"it takes chaos inside of us

to give birth to the dancing star."

The eternal flagellation
would certainly be a big

middle finger to the bureau,
wouldn't it?

But what about Laura?

She'll never go along with it,
and we'll be forcing her

to choose between us and the bureau.

All right. You should
start to feel a little lightheaded.

That's normal.

Was that there before?

Hey.

I found out what happened to your bike.

Turns out somebody just wanted
to borrow it and they lost it.

It was all a big mistake.

Nothing to be upset about.

We both know that's bullshit.

Kay?

You should have seen me, ginger.

Big papa cliff was Mr. Momming
the shit out of that kid.

Well, big papa, you paid for 15 minutes.

You wanna talk about parenting,
or you wanna see my hoo-hah?

Well... maybe just a little...

Ow! Hey!

Vic! Oh, my god! Are you okay?

Fuck me!

Oh, my god, cliffie,
is it the meds again?

Do you want me to call somebody?

No, don't call anybody.
It just needs to run its...

Course!

Um...

What the fuck?

Whoa!

Where the fuck are we?

Welcome to, apparently,

my drug-filled fantasy sequence
or some shit.

Oh, my fucking god!

I'm actually here with you
metal-poisoned morons.

And I was in the middle of something.

Can't let any more in.

Can't let the fog in.

Hey, what's up with the foghorn?

How did you get inside?

What? I don't know. The front door.

Did you seal it?

- What? Why?
- Why?

It's just a little...

Fuck!

Laura, you came.

I'll be damned!

Laura!

Guess what! We're doing it, Laura.

We're finally doing
the eternal flagellation!

Yes!

Um, can somebody please tell me
what the hell is going on?

I know this place.

Is this dada? Are we doing dada?

- Laura...
- I'll be damned.

How do I know this place?

They're pacifists.

We're finally doing
the eternal flagellation.

I wanted you all to know
how proud I am of you.

No matter how tough things got,
you stuck by each other.

No matter how far
I drifted away from you,

you kept me tethered.

I'll never forget that.

Don't apologize. Dance.

This is really dumb,
but we actually look pretty cool.

Is this what you were
so scared of, de Mille?

I've been to scarier dance
parties at church lock-ins.

God, that sounds scary as fuck.

No, no.

No! No, no, there's no need for force.
They won't fight back.

They won't fight back.

They're pacifists.

Please...

Please!

Why'd you do this?

Put them on their knees.

Ow!

What the... god.

Well done, de Mille.

I've been looking foward
to this for years.

I'd like to personally welcome you
to the bureau's meta weapons division.

Finally promoted out of the mail room.

You should be proud.

Go to hell.

We will never fight for you.

You're up, de Mille.

Vveapon.

Vveapon.

Vveapon.

Wait a fucking minute.

Is this about you?

Vveapon.

Is this like a flashback?

Vveapon.

How could you do this to us?

We were family.

Your...

Your country needs you.

So... on your knees, bendy.

On your knees, bendy.

On your knees!

Laura, stop this.

Malcolm!

Laura!

Rita?

She's ready.

What the fuck?

What's going on now?

Uh, I think
we're about to find out.

What the hell is that?

Laura, you remember Malcolm?

You killed him.
Now you must set him free.

I didn't kill anyone. Everything I did,
I had a damn good reason to do.

You told me the sisterhood
of dada was evil.

- But the evil one was you.
- No!

No, I am not evil.

It's true, Laura. You did this
and we suffered for 70 years.

Did unspeakable things
in service of a cause

we abhorred because of you.

You are wrong.

The whole world was crumbling around us,

and all I cared about was you.

But I made an oath to the bureau and I...

We are offering you
a chance to atone. Take it!

I atoned that day...

By making useful agents of you.

Malcolm!

Bendy, wait! It has to be Laura.

Laura!

Was that it?
Was that the eternal flatulation?

I don't get it.

I think it's "flagellation."

That's what I said.

That... sounds bad. Is it bad?

Only if you are.

It's for the best.

So wait.

The dancing wasn't the thing?

Fuck!

Are we just gonna let them
get away with this?

What the...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Holy shit!

Did you see that?

So wait, is this
the eternal flatulation?

What the fuck?

To be honest, I'm still high as...

Oh, god.

Sweet sweet city woman

oh, she's my sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman

sweet sweet city woman

oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman

everybody

sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman

sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman

sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman

sweet, sweet, sweet
sweet city woman