Titans

Previously on Titans...

Fuck.

Nice teamwork.

You've only been with us four months.

You ready to quit yet?

No retreat. No surrender.

I don't think we got introduced.

I'm Rose.

Picked her up the day before yesterday.

- Who is she? - Deathstroke's daughter.

Deathstroke is why we shuttered this place.

Why don't you give Garth a chance?

I'm not really into his whole Atlantean "live for the moment" thing.

Donna.

You're asking me to choose between my destiny and you.

Maybe they're the same thing.

Garth!

We're gonna hunt this fucker down

and make him pay.

You want that one, you're gonna have to fight me for it.

- I'm Dick. - The fuck you doing with my brother's record?

- What are you talking about? - Deathstroke killed my brother.

Rumor was he fell in with the wrong crowd.

He's Jericho.

If this record is here, then my brother was here.

Stop!

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Hey.

Work done?

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What kind of friends?

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Girlfriends or boyfriends?

Everyone likes a guy who finishes their homework.

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Be careful, huh?

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Hey. Look what the surf dragged in.

I was beginning to think you blew us off.

He says, "Homework, it never ends."

Ah, it did for me.

One day I woke up, no school, no books.

Weren't you expelled?

Some say.

Well, Stereolab released a new Japanese pressing today.

- Twelve inch? - Twelve inch and the LP.

Both on clear vinyl.

A little profanity.

- He says, "Take all my money, please." - Sure.

Okay, record geeks,

come back to the party, please.

Oh, nice toss.

You okay?

I hate this.

This is the only way. Trust me.

If you start feeling weird, just think about Garth.

I just like the kid.

So do I.

But he's Deathstroke's son.

Are we sure of that?

He's the one.

So there I was,

sixth grade, braces,

doing the full Spanish version of the Macarena...

- the whole five-minute version. - Mmm-hmm.

Tiffani Hernandez and her friends are

sitting there, laughing at me while I'm doing this thing,

dancing my heart out.

And I swore then and there...

I'd never dance again.

- Never? - Never, ever.

Hey, that's a cool little cuff thing.

The Eye of Horus.

Where'd you get that?

He said, "It was a birthday gift."

Who from?

His dad.

Is he still in the picture?

Hey, I get it.

Not everyone has a family

you want to talk about.

I was raised by a borderline psychopath.

We don't get to choose our fathers.

He said, his dad was a war hero.

Before he was born, his dad was in the army.

Major Slade Wilson.

"He was part of a special unit called H.I.V.E."

Try to relax.

Tell us where the others are.

We tried everything.

Just kill him.

Ahhh!

You look tired.

You'll revive me.

Where's Jericho?

Backyard.

Go slow.

Hey.

You're home.

I'm sorry I missed your birthday.

- No biggie. - Hey.

It is...

to me.

You never take that off.

Come here.

It kept me safe during battle.

Now it'll keep you safe, too.

Come here.

I missed you.

What's he doing now?

He doesn't know.

They don't talk.

He hasn't lived with them in a few years.

Fresh one?

Why's that?

"Everything changed

after my dad retired from the military.

He went into business with a buddy of his.

A man named Wintergreen."

Hey, kiddo.

Is your dad ready?

Let's go.

His dad said their new business was

risk assessment for an insurance company.

He went from hardly home to nearly never.

And then...

Dad!

How was Omaha, Mr. Wilson?

Sit the fuck down.

What do you want?

The Brussels situation.

We need to know the buyer.

- You've made a mistake. - Slade.

It's okay, honey.

These people are going to leave now.

There's been a terrible misunderstanding.

Dad, please...

- Are you okay? - Jericho?

No. Call 911!

Oh, God. Okay. Just... You're gonna be fine.

Just stay with me. Stay with me.

When he came home from the hospital, his dad was gone.

"We all have family stories, right?"

That's a rough one, Jericho.

I'm sorry.

To fucked-up families.

- Only ones we've ever known. - Cheers.

To family.

Meet Wintergreen, aka

William Randolph Wintergreen, Special Forces.

Slade ran into him on a UN mission in Bosnia.

Uncle Wintergreen was also Slade's best man at his wedding.

The insurance job was just a cover for assassin work.

Wintergreen was the main contact for clients

looking to hire Slade aka Deathstroke.

We ran Wintergreen through Bruce's facial recognition software.

Pulled up an address in Bernal Heights. House looks lived in.

We should move now.

No recon first?

This is Deathstroke we're talking about.

I want to know what kind of shitstorm we're walking into.

Look, I know we all want this over as soon as possible.

I just don't want to miss him if we have a chance now.

We catch this Wintergreen guy, I say we cut ties with Jericho.

Leave him out of this.

Dawn's right.

We got what we wanted.

Let's get Wintergreen.

They knew we were coming.

Oh, there's no way. We moved too fast.

Or maybe sweet Jericho played us.

He hates his dad. You were there when he told us.

More like love-hate.

Either way, I say we party with young Jericho again.

See where it takes us.

I'm still with Dawn on this.

I'm done playing that kid.

Since when is separating children

from their psychopath parents a bad thing?

We're doing him a favor.

We're not exactly Child Services.

Maybe you forgot what his dad did.

Garth is dead.

Nobody's forgotten.

None of us.

But maybe we've taken it far enough with him.

We'll find another way.

So I'll just stand here and wait for this big idea?

I said "we". You'll be a part of it, too.

Can't wait.

I'll go tell Jericho.