Doom Patrol

Do you have to leave so soon?

We've only just finished teatime.

I'm afraid so.

If I have another cup of tea, I might turn into a teapot.

I'll not be gone long.

And I'll never be further away than a blink from one of Danny's traffic lights.

Now, remember, they're in charge when I'm gone.

Right, Danny?

Next time you visit,

can we go outside together?

I could see the traffic lights and everything else up there where Danny is.

Danny's everywhere.

-They're all around you. -I know they are.

But I still get lonely.

- Sometimes I just wish-- - Don't!

I told you never to say that word!

Wishes can have a terrible cost.

Promise me you'll be good...

for your dad and for Danny, hmm?

Farewell, my friend,

and thank you.

We've discussed this, Danny.

I'm needed elsewhere.

The work I'm doing will make the world

a safer place for you and for Dorothy.

It's not forever, it's just until I...

It's...

It's just un...

She needs you, Danny.

I need you.

As long as you're around, I know everything is gonna be okay.

Try not to worry too much, Dorothy.

Danny's always bounced back.

But if Danny isn't even a brick...

how will Danny ever become a street?

-And if Danny can't be-- -Danny made you a promise.

There'll always be a place for you there.

I'll get it.

You're thinking of sending her back, aren't you?

I am thinking of nothing but...

helping to cure a very treasured friend, thank you.

Niles, that little girl will simply die

if she finds out that you're even considering send--

Please, Rita, save it for the stage.

I've done nothing,

I've decided nothing.

Hi, there. I'm Flex Mentallo, the Man of Muscle Mystery.

And my friends and I are... here to help.

Morally corrupt.

Captain Larry Trainor.

Dad, company's here.

-Good to see you again, Flex. -Doc.

All of you, welcome.

I wish it were in better circumstances.

We came as soon as we could.

I felt the muscle spasm in my upper thigh,

and I knew Danny was in trouble.

-How bad is it? -I'm not an expert, but if I had to guess,

I'd say, extremely bad.

Well, there must be something we can do.

Can't you just... Pump Danny up?

I don't pump, I... flex.

But, unfortunately, Rita,

Danny's far too conceptual for mortal musculature to comprehend.

Actually, she might be on to something.

There's more than one way to pump our friend up.

Danny was never just a street.

- Danny is an idea... - Yes.

- ...powered by you and I... - Yes!

- ...powered by love... - Yes!

- ...powered by laughter... - Yes!

- ...powered by joy... - Yes!

...powered by music!

Just because the pulse is slowed

- doesn't mean the heart is gone. - -Yes.

- Doesn't mean we can't resuscitate. - -Yes!

Doesn't mean we can't fill our friend

with joy, love, and laughter.

Yes!

- Y'all know what I'm talking about? - Yes!

Tell us what you're talking about.

- I'm talking... about a party, y'all.

Yes!

Oh, wonderful.

So, now I have to plan a party?

No. You actually don't.

Who's this little angel, Niles?

This is my daughter, Dorothy.

She's a very old friend of Danny.

Pleasure to meet you, Dorothy.

See? Everything's going to be all right.

Our friends will get Danny back to their old self by bedtime.

Who's up top?

The painter.

Hmm.

-What? -Nothing.

I, uh...

The Hangman's beautiful Daughter

just doesn't exactly scream leadership potential.

She can fuckin' paint.

Which means she has one fuckin' talent,

which is one more than you.

Great.

Good. Love the confidence.

It doesn't fuckin' take much to pack up and leave, Jane.

She could paint outside. She could paint a fuckin' landscape!

- Maybe she doesn't want to leave.

She's not the only one. Look around you.

There are more people down here

who care about the things up there than ever before.

Get this through your fucking head, Jane!

Up there doesn't matter!

The only thing that matters is Kay,

the kid down here!

It is our job to protect her.

And she deserves better than your fucking friends!

I can't believe we're back here with the Chief,

tails between our legs, and all that shit.

I mean, fuck, I at least thought the one thing I could do

was be a better father than old man Mengele.

Pretty fucking low bar to clear.

Why don't you just leave?

That's what we're doing.

Really?

Where would you go?

Somewhere quiet...

where I can paint.

But who pays for everything?

-What do you eat? Where do you sleep? -I don't know.

That's not my job.

Whose job is it?

The lady with the sun for a head?

Somehow, I doubt she's preapproved for a fucking bank loan.

I, uh... I just paint.

That's all I want to do. That's all I'm supposed to do.

You'll figure it out.

Jane always did.

We'll need flowers here, here, and here.

Some mood lighting.

And then, we need to clear all this.

I think we can handle that.

Mmm.

Whoa!

Flowers?

- Anything else? - Mmm.

May I?

I may not be able to flex,

but my powers have gotten pretty impressive as well.

Watch this.

Did it... work?

Yes. Hmm. Yes, it worked perfectly.

Now I'm going to go...

get a ladder.

Well, hey there, little lady.

Why the long face?

This is just how I look.

You look lovely.

What I meant was is,

why do you seem so down in the dumps?

-I dropped Danny. -Hmm.

That's how things got this bad.

It's all my fault.

I see.

Well, if you broke them...

then you gotta help fix 'em, right?

Mmm-hmm. Hmm.

We still need to hang that disco ball, but... I dunno how to.

Wait a minute.

Do you think you can lend me a hand with this?

Yeah?

All right.

Just be sure to hold on extra tight. Okay?

You ready?

That was perfect.

I can't believe I finally met the Dannyzens!

They're really cool.

But you lived on Danny the Street,

you never once went up top?

No, never.

Where did you live?

I lived underneath Danny in the door factory.

I could hear the parties,

but I never got to go to a Danny party.

Well, that sounds a tad tragic.

This is my first Danny party, too.

Come, sit.

What does it feel like to be a grown-up?

To be honest,

it can... be stressful.

How do you make yourself so beautiful?

Well, we're all beautiful, Dorothy.

But sometimes, we use enhancements.

How old are you?

Eleven.

But... how many years have you been alive?

A hundred and three-quarters.

Well, I guess you've earned a bit of lipstick.

Ladies sit still.

Dorothy?

I turn my back for one minute,