Doom Patrol

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winning Eismann Gallery.

We will be closed due to an acute

and unexpected infestation

from the 13th of the month until further notice.

Thank you.

My bees.

My bees!

My bees.

My bees?

Oh, Rita!

Thank God, you're home.

Mickey.

You look a fright, what's the matter?

The long and short of it is

Isabel got run over by a tractor trailer.

How awful-- -I was gonna

cancel the show but then

I'd have to eat the deposit on the theater and...

What do you say? Can you take over the role

of the Blob Lady?

Mickey, a cast is a team.

When one of our ranks falls, it's up to the others

to carry-- -It's a yes

or no question, doll.

Yes! I'd be honored for the good of the team.

Thanks, kid.

You're welcome.

Mother.

What are you doing here?

Saving your career.

What else?

I beg your pardon.

I beg your pardon.

Don't you dare

put on those airs with me,

Gertrude Cramp.

I hope you know

you weren't Mickey's first choice to replace

that little harpy.

But I changed her mind.

Changed her mind, how?

I think we both know the answer to that.

Bullshit!

What's up?

Nothing.

Um...

It's just...

when you said you live with a mummy,

I thought you were exaggerating.

Oh, hell no.

If anything, I downplayed most of what I told you

about this place.

Come on.

Yo, Larry!

You okay?

Not since the early '60s, no.

Uh, this is Roni.

Hey.

Hello.

We'll just...

let you keep doing...

whatever.

We're looking for Niles, you know where he is?

Space.

As in, outer?

Mmm-hmm.

Any idea when he'll be back?

Come on.

Bye.

My bees.

My bees!

My bees.

My bees? -Hey, Rita!

You have got to try this frittata.

They will change your life.

This is Roni, by the way.

Hello. -Hi.

And which one are you?

Oh, my God, you're Rita Farr.

I'm sorry.

I'm Miranda.

Hmm. -Apparently she's

an amazing cook.

Where's Jane?

She's taking some time for herself.

Really?

I just can't believe I'm actually talking to you

right now.

I'm such a big fan.

Oh, don't be nervous, dear.

Celebrities are just like regular people.

Well, not really.

What's with the get-up?

I'm preparing for a role in a local production.

The Cloverton beekeeper

has graciously agreed to let me shadow her today.

I also had to subscribe

to her Honey of the Month club.

Are those pancakes I see?

I made them special for Dorothy...

as a peace offering.

I want her to know that

everyone in the Underground wants to find a way to work

through this, together.

What's the Underground? -Oh, it's a place, uh...

inside Jane's mind.

Anyone know where Dorothy is?

Yeah, space.

Chief's on it. -Oh.

I best be off.

Okay. Um...

Okay, I've seen a lot of shit.

But this...

y'all ain't right.

I wish I could say you get used to it, but...

What is it?

It's a crate, Larry.

Did anyone else just feel something weird

go up their nose?

Or is that some status quo shit around here too?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's open this bad boy up and see what's what.

Wait.

It says "do not open" on the front

and on the side...

and on the back.

Maybe we should wait for Niles. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm with Vic.

I... I can't explain it but it...

It feels like a really good idea

to open that crate.

Yeah. Me too.

Well, let's get this party started.

No, no, wait.

Is that the painting that ate Danny?

Hold on.

Where's Mr. Nobody and the Beard Hunter?

That's too bad.

I was really looking forward to catching up with those guys.

Oh, yeah, that would have been nice.

Slept all the way through our landing,

didn't you?

Dream well, dear girl.

I'll be back.

Fine!

I'll fucking walk.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

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

God damn, mother... Piece of shit.

I'm going to kill him.

I'm gonna kill him.

I...

am going...

What the fuck?

Get back! Fuck!

I'm going to kill him.

I'm gonna kill that bird.

Then I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Good morning.

Morning.

You must be the actress.

Actress, storyteller,

student of character,

pleasure to meet you.

Mmm.

Are they gonna have real bees on stage?

No, I don't think so.

Don't need the outfit, then.

A ballerina doesn't wear a tutu to a bowling alley.

Terrific point.

What you writing?

I like to take notes.

Every bit helps me prepare for my monolog.

Monolog?

The script you sent me only had one line.

"My bees."

Why say it in one line, when you can say it in seven.

There is so much more to your story, I know it.

Not really.

The only reason I'm in this...

Rhiannon, where you think you're going?

Don't forget that honey jar.

Got to get Mr. Fusco

something sweet so that you don't

flunk biology again!

You really shouldn't do that.

Do what? -That.

The honey.

Using bribery to open doors for your daughter.

Trust me, that girl's as dumb as shit.

Ain't no jar of honey gonna get her into Yale.

She's your daughter!

How dare you say that about her?

She's more than just a honey jar.

She is a person...

with hopes and dreams...

and potential.

Not bad, Ms. Monolog.