Doom Patrol

- Come on! - Please! I don't want to!

I said I don't want to.

I told you what was gonna happen.

-Please... -Stop dragging your dang feet, Kay!

-Come on! -I don't want to.

Please don't make me, I don't want to.

Please, Daddy, I don't wanna go!

Please don't make me.

Please.

You know what happens when you disobey Daddy.

-Now, get into the bucket. -I don't want to, I'm sorry.

I said I was sorry.

Get into the bucket, little girl.

I said I was sorry.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

I said I was sorry. Please!

Please! Please, let me up, I said I was sorry!

Please!

Please, Daddy.

No! Harry!

Harry!

Harry.

Harry, please!

Harry!

Harry!

Harry.

- What are you trying to say? - I don't know...

but it's weird. First, Scarlet goes MIA,

and now Lucy Fugue.

I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.

Such as?

Anyone?

Something's off.

I'm not trying to point fingers,

but it just seems like a pretty big coincidence.

Doesn't it?

What does?

We were all doing just fine, and then you showed up.

Oh! Is that how Flaming Katy and Baby Doll are doing?

Just fine?

They died.

They didn't disappear.

I know doom and gloom is kind of your whole vibe,

but it's a little tragic when you can't see hope staring you right in the face.

They didn't disappear, Jane.

They moved on.

We're finally starting to heal.

No, that's not...

That can't...

How?

Well, that's the job of the Primary, right?

To help Kay move forward.

Guess I'm good at what I do.

Is this true?

Are you getting better?

I want Harry.

-Who? Kay's stuffed animal.

For a long time, Harry was our best friend.

Our only friend...

but,

we lost him.

Okay, then... Then, let's find him.

Where did we last see him?

The well.

The one down here?

No.

The one up there.

Kay, sweetie,

Harry's gone, remember?

Maybe it's better if we just leave him in the past,

and we move forward.

I'll do it.

No.

We can't go back. It's too risky.

We might jeopardize all the progress that we've made.

I agree.

It's too much, Jane.

I just want Harry.

Aren't you supposed to be the expert on what Kay wants?

Quick reminder.

I'm still the Primary.

And if she wants Harry, we get Harry.

It's not up to us to question her.

Good luck, Jane.

So, that was the stairs...

and on your left...

Whoa. Are you okay?

Because I delivered some babies in these hallowed halls.

Granted they were bald rats the size of jellybeans, but

it's all circle of life, hakuna-matata shit.

So, if you're gonna pop, I got ya!

Ah, okay... thanks.

I still got a few weeks anyway.

Hey, that, um... That man from the tape,

he's not still here, is he?

Niles? No.

And for the record, I can't stand the guy,

but I am not gonna let that ruin this.

So, why did you come all this way?

I'm... getting married.

Oh.

Yeah.

You wanna see my room?

Where's your bed?

I'm kind of like a horse. Don't need one.

Cool racetrack though, right?

Hey, it came in handy when we got shrunk and had to live on it.

That was until Niles traded his immortality necklace and made us big again.

Hey, dickwipe, I need you to... Oh.

Jane? You're back. Huh.

-Are you okay? -Fine.

This is my daughter, Clara.

-Hi. -Hey.

What's up?

Never mind.

Yeah, that's Jane. She's a lot of fun.

Yeah.

-Whoa! Hey, hey! -What?

Don't get too close to that window.

We got rats and we're in kind of a blood feud right now. So...

-Okay, so... -Oh, golly.

I know, it all just seems a little crazy.

You think? I mean...

I mean, what the fuck, dude?

Hey, so...

I know I'm 30 years late,

but I just need to spit this out.

I'm stupid.

I fucked up...

I'm sorry.

You got anything to eat?

Shit, yeah!

Want some pancakes?

All right.

You overstepped, Bunbury.

Apology's in order.

Classic Bunbury.

Defiant to the end.

The hell you going on about?

Are you sure you can't say where we're going, Papa?

-But that would ruin the surprise. -Oh!

Please tell me.

I'll tell you when you get back.

Here, I want some dark chocolate,

and you get whatever you want.

-What is it? -Chatter.

Amongst the flora and the fauna.

Bunbury's terrified.

Said the end is near, and it got me to thinking,

what if that numpty Niles has lost the plot?

You've got a hell of a nerve.

Look, I'm not going to stand by and let us go tits up stardust

over some bloody tribal curse.

-I've got it under control. -I did the research,

that prehistoric thing will rip us to shreds

if Little Miss Sunshine matures any further.

I can assure you my daughter is still a little girl,

and she will remain that way. Thank you.

I think we should move up the rendezvous.

Not on your life.

What is the difference between now and later?

The difference is that I get to say goodbye...

to my daughter.

Fine, then.

See you at 6:00.

Look, Mommy.

Uh, no, honey, mind your own business.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Was this you?

Okay... Okay.

-Ready, Dad? - All systems go, Paul.

Good evening, everyone. I'm Walter Cronkite,

and this is Up to the Minute. I'm here with Dad.

I mean, Captain Larry Trainor,

who, in one week's time will embark on a super dangerous X-15 test mission.

I'll start with the question on everyone's mind.

Are you scared?

Oh, no, sir, Mr. Cronkite.

I have a top-notch team who work hard

to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

But, what if they make a mistake?

They won't.

I know a lot of people look at this stuff like it's magic, but...

I see it as something more powerful.

What?

Math.

Numbers never make mistakes.

Hey.

Paul, look at me.

Nothing bad is gonna happen, all right?

Check your gear.

Are you buckled in?

Don't forget that. There you go.

All right, let's see. Wings are level, and heading is 182.

"Captain Paul, this is NASA One.

We have you ready to launch in four, three, two, one..."

Hey.

Space isn't such a scary place.

It's quiet,

filled with possibility...