Doom Patrol

Sorry, little guy.

New rules coming from the Bureau.

They want me to shoot to kill.

Last one.

I always get my Butt.

Indeed you do.

I could use a man of your skills.

What the fuck is this?

You're supposed to be extinct.

You have no idea what we're capable of.

Scrubbing our names from the Bureau's roster was nothing.

"Our names"?

Now then, I need you to find someone.

Okay.

Vic?

It's 3:00 a.m.

You okay?

Why did you want to meet here?

This wouldn't have anything to do with me singing and dancing

in an Immortimas onesie, would it?

You remember my friend Deric?

Robotics club, right?

- Yeah. - You used to be attached at the hip.

I went to see him not too long ago.

Fell back into our old ways.

I'm glad to hear that.

You said you wanted to find your bliss.

I did what I thought I wanted,

but it led me right back here.

Deric thinks I should be Cyborg again.

Do you want me to be Cyborg?

I made that decision for you once before, and look where it got us.

But I have to admit, I was a little relieved

when you let that part of your life go.

I thought my boy wouldn't be risking his life every day.

And yet...

And yet?

Well, come on, man, you didn't get a job,

pick up a new hobby, start a business.

You didn't even come home.

You kept doing the hero thing and risking your life anyway.

Just without the tech.

Why?

I don't know.

Victor, a man always knows why he moves the way he does.

You can lie to me all you want.

You start lying to yourself, that's when you're in trouble.

I wanted to help people.

I think I still do.

Can I show you something?

Hmm.

- - All right. Jeez Louise.

Keep your hair on. God damn it.

Give me a goddamn...

- Hi. - Fuck! Jesus Christ!

- - Ow!

Fucking...

Fight.

Okay, I knew it wasn't going to be so easy for you to back off.

So if it is revenge that you want,

you are going to have to go through all of them.

Please don't kill me. I don't want to die. Please.

Ah.

You are too funny. Love that about you.

No, I'm not here to kill you guys.

I am here to invite you

to my new one-woman theatrical event.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Come again. What?

I've done a lot of soul searching in the past eight hours,

after you and your friends completely destroyed my holiday utopia.

And I realized it wasn't super cool

to force all of humanity to love me.

- I'm not Disney. - No.

If I want people's respect, then I need to do the work.

So, drum roll, please.

Ta-da!

I'm workshopping it this afternoon at the Cloverton Playhouse.

And then we, me... I open tonight.

- Wow. That's some... - Fast, I know.

But I'm being realistic.

Probably won't make it to Broadway

till, like, next week, so...

It'd mean the world to me if you and your weird friends could come.

You all really keep me grounded.

Well then, I will check with them.

Great! I'll see you tonight.

Cloverton Playhouse.

Yes. The fuck?

Oh, God damn it.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Why are you digging a giant hole in the ground?

It's not a hole.

Ooh. Dark.

Isn't it a tad premature to be getting your affairs in order?

- - Let me help you.

No. I said I'm fine.

You're not fine.

Okay, you got me.

My skin is thinning and my body's breaking down.

You happy?

Can't all go on vacation like you.

It's not a vacation.

I need to see where I'm from.

Where I'm supposed to be from before I...

Before you what?

The elements in my body, they're unstable.

More so by the day.

Once I see Tamil Nadu... I'm going to rent a boat,

sail deep out into the Bay of Bengal...

and go for one last swim.

Then, while I still have control over my abilities,

turn myself into a block of lead.

And that will be that.

And you call me dark?

Well, at least it's more poetic than digging your own grave

in front of some rotting greenhouse.

You could come with me.

I can't. I have to do this for Keeg.

I know he can survive inside these orchids.

At least this way, we'll be together.

Doesn't really seem fair to Keeg.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The whole reason he and I are in this mess

is because I gave up my longevity, chasing your stupid dream.

I know.

And I am so sorry to both of you.

I know we said we'd try to find another way, but...

I don't know what else to do.

Do you?

You know,

for a second there, I really thought

we might find our way through this.

Fuck you for giving me hope.

Much better.

All right, Bendy. If anybody's going to

care about the shit, it's you.

Excuse me, but would you kindly get off?

- What are you doing? - I'm just taking a breather.

Releasing my form helps with my arthritis.

No joints, no joint pain.

- Uh-huh. - That being said,

there is still work to be done.

Indeed there is.

We have just had a visit

by none other than Isabel Feathers.

Oh. How is she?

How is she?

This isn't some bloody old schoolmate

that you just ran into at the market.

This is Immortus.

She's a supervillain.

Is she, though?

I have to admit, Immortimas may have been

a somewhat ham-fisted attempt at glory,

but it wasn't all that bad.

Honestly, I found a lot of joy

in my role as leader of the household.

Oh, that's why it looks like Julia Child

went on a cocaine binge then, is it?

- Can I help... - I can do it myself.

Thank you very much.

We never did get to sit down to that family dinner,

so I figured what better time than now.

I think there are some more pressing matters to worry about

- than a chicken parmigiana. - Nonsense.

Best we spend what little time we have left together.

In moments of crisis, families are supposed to come together

and rally around each other.

What more can we do? Hmm?

- Let me get back to you on that. - Hmm.

Hello?

What the fuck?

Hammerhead?

Pentecost.

Pretty Polly.

Flit.

Where are you?

Come here.

What's going on?

What's happening?

That's my good girl. Good girl.

- Say it. - Say it.

- Say it. - Say it.

- Say it. - Say it.

Say it.

- Jane! - Say it.

- Say it. - Jane!

- - Jane!

You all right?

What the fuck did you do?

What? Nothing.

You were just sitting there,