01x12 - Cyborg Patrol

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01x12 - Cyborg Patrol

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VIC: Previously on Doom Patrol...

VIC: What's the Bureau of Normalcy?

LARRY: It's a top
secret government agency


run by a bunch of demented zealots.

FORSYTHE: Welcome to your new
base of operations, Captain Trainor.

I'm Agent Charles Forsythe, DOD.

LARRY: Who's Darren Jones?

MAURA LEE: A couple of years
back, Darren Jones botched


a search-and-destroy
mission on Danny.


I k*lled my mom.

Hey, this is bullshit!

[MUFFLED expl*si*n]

Grid, authenticate footage.

VIC: There is this tiny voice in my head

that believes Mr. Nobody
when he says that...


You don't even have memories.

You have programming.

VIC: The rest of the team can't know.

They'll worry I'm turning into that

psychopath in Jane's painting.

Grid went haywire.

- How's Grid now?
- Turned it off.

The machine's taking over.

And I can't stop it.

Look at my elbow.

Look at my elbow.

Look at my fist, m*therf*cker.

[BOTH SCREAM]

Vic!

Hello, Victor.

Welcome to the Ant Farm.


MAJOR ARBUCKLE: ... which
brings us to recent events.

This botched raid, foremost.

GS- PATTERSON: "Failure to
retrieve Agent Morris Wilson."

Wilson was a defector...

and a traitor.

MAJOR ARBUCKLE: Either
way, he remains at large.

Disappeared along with
this Danny the Street.

I think the General would agree

we are starting to question your ability

to effectively execute our priorities,

Agent Jones.

GS- PATTERSON: This Dolores Project.

A long-term stakeout and
surveillance operation

you initiated years ago has
cost the bureau millions.

Just yesterday, one of the
men you'd assigned to it

was injured. And with
nothing to show for it.

Not quite nothing, sir.

In the interest of discretion,

I excluded certain details
from my official report.

As a matter of fact, yesterday's
operation yielded something

quite... interesting.

Cyborg?

I acknowledge it's a...
sensitive acquisition.

But the applications are limitless.

This could harm our
relationship with S.T.A.R. Labs.

Not to mention if it got out that...

we'd obtained such
a well-known figure...

I hear your concerns.

But we've been dependent
on S.T.A.R. Labs

as subcontractors for some time.

Whether we weaponize him,

or we scrape the asset for
proprietary technologies,

the intelligence we
gather could render this

relationship redundant.

It's a big risk,

but with a big upshot.

General?

We mustn't upset the butts.

GS- PATTERSON: Okay, Jones.

You've gotta tell us.

How did your team apprehend Cyborg?

It was surprisingly easy...

sir.

[MUFFLED GROANS]

You can't do this to me.

You can't do this to me.

Do you know who I am?

[GROANS]

Who my father is?

He's with S.T.A.R. Labs, Silas Stone.

a*t*matic nanite regrowth here.

Ahh! Listen to me.

[GROANS]

No regeneration here.

[CLANKS]

Well, we've confirmed his
operating system is missing.

What I didn't expect is

how limited his functions
would be without it.

What? You don't know sh*t!

[WINCING] Get off me.

[PROD CLICKING]

[SCREAMING]

This is the great Cyborg?

[SCREAMING]

Is this what you saw at the park?

That looks older, but yeah.

- [SIGHS]
- What is it?

The Bureau of Normalcy.

The men you and Vic
fought on Danny the Street?

LARRY: Yeah.

When the Bureau was founded at
the turn of the last century,

it was called the Bureau of Oddities.

It was a secret division
of the government

tasked with investigating
the odd and unusual.

Sometime after World w*r
I, their mission changed.

Their focus shifted.

To containment,

weaponization,

and eradication.

How do you know all this?

Because I was one of their assets.

For years.

They studied me...

tortured me.

Us.

[SIGHS]

[CLICKS TONGUE] Larry.

Where?

The Ant Farm.

It's the Bureau's research
and containment facility.

It's top secret,

deep underground,

it's like Area meets

Dante's Inferno.

So we go there, we spring Vic loose...

No. No, we don't. We can't.

There's no walking into
or out of the Ant Farm.

I only ever got out
because Niles got me out.

CLIFF: Well, Niles is gone.

Yes, but Silas isn't.

He might know what to
do. He's got connections.

If anyone can get Vic out...

[RITA AND JANE] No.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Vic wouldn't want us
involving his father.

He doesn't trust him.

I agree. Silas is a
grade-A douchenozzle.

Is it possible this will
just work itself out?

Vic's not like us!

He's f*cking Cyborg!

A real superhero.

He can use his computer thingie,

bust himself free, I don't know...

send a text to Batman!

Unless he doesn't have
his computer thingie.

He offloaded Grid.

Why?

Grid was malfunctioning.

Vic was struggling.

Ever since Mr. Nobody blew up his arm

and we pushed the reset,

his cyber-whatever has been taking over.

He's becoming more machine.

And you both knew this?

Well, f*ck!

- [KNOCKING AT DOOR]
- SILAS: Vic!

- RITA: We told you...
- JANE: Vic's not here.

CLIFF: Yeah, he's on a
mission. Superhero sh*t.

SILAS: I know he's here.

Now, Victor may have locked me out,

but I still receive
non-specific system alerts.

Grid was compromised hours ago

somewhere inside this building.

[RITA CLEARS THROAT]

What the hell's been going on in here?

[BEEPING]

[SLOW BEEPING]

- This can't be happening.
- What?

It's Grid.

He put his computer-thingie
in that computer-thingie?

If Grid is here...

where the hell is my son?

Uh, just wanna say
snitches get stitches.

The Ant Farm.

- [METAL DOOR OPENING]
- [VIC SCREAMS]

[VIC GRUNTING]

Let me out!

You can't do this to me!

Hey! [MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTING]

MAN: Hey, buddy?

You're looking for a way out?

Trying to escape?

[MAN CHUCKLES]

'Cause that never works.

I should know.

- [LAUGHS]
- [WOMAN'S VOICE CHATTERS ON TV]

Who're you?

I'm .

?

Well, that's my name.

Are you sure that's
not your room number?

[CHUCKLES]

One and the same, bud.

Hey, buddy.

Don't be so sad. It's...

It's not so bad in here, really.

You get three... three squares a day,

and all of them are sandwiches.

[LAUGHS] Mmm.

[MUFFLED] And who
doesn't like sandwiches?

[LAUGHS]

Plus, you get to serve your country.

- That's good, right?
- Serve your...

- Serve your country?
- Well, yeah.

Well, every so often they
come and get you, and...

and then you leave...

Well...

And then...

Well, I don't know what happens then.

But usually, when you
come back, there's a...

a perk waitin' for ya.

I got this armchair. [LAUGHS]

And a color television.

I got my... fuzzy slippers.

[CHUCKLES] So cozy.

Exactly how long have
you been kept in here?

Well, I can't recall the exact date.

You know the soap opera, Secret Hearts?

It was around the time...

when that premiered.

I think that was in the ' s, so...

Well, anyhow, sometime after that.

Or was it before that?

sh*t.

[BEEPING]

[SOFTLY] What the hell?

[TYPING]

This doesn't make sense.

What doesn't make sense?

Vic.

He was running diagnostics,

obsessively.

It's as if he thought...

He was being h*jacked by his own tech?

Tech that was installed
by his overbearing father?

Oh, burn!

h*jacked?

That isn't possible.

So it wasn't disobeying Vic's commands?

Something I saw happen with my own eyes,

and his...

- Ninates.
- Nanites.

...his nanites weren't
trying to take over his body?

Not unless he was injured.

The emergency protocol.

The nanites...

which I might remind you

Victor and your robot
pal here triggered,

only repair damaged tissue.

I wouldn't have built it any other way.

Vic knows that.

You should've known that.

Unless he thought you
wanted him that way.

Full machine.

I built that protocol
to save my son's life.

You think I'd...

Doesn't matter what we think.

You say these nanites
couldn't take over,

couldn't start

repairing healthy tissue.

But do you know that for sure?

[BEEPING]

I took you offline.

GRID: Any deterioration
can and will be reversed.


What're you talking about?

GRID: Just as the
emergency protocol's nanites


healed your injuries,

my system has regenerated itself.

I have been restored.

I'm still working on
repairing your eye light.


No, no, no, that's not possible.

Nanites heal injuries, not...

Your father and I
already discussed this.


What?

Your father and I
already discussed this.


ELINORE: Your father and
I already discussed it.


You should be kissing my
behind right about now...


VIC: You're the one who
told me that I should be


spending more time with my friends.

ELINORE: Not at the
expense of your grades.


VIC: That's bullshit!

[EXPLODES]

[WHIRRING, BEEPING]

Stop.

- VIC: That's bullshit!
- [EXPLODES]


Grid. Stop!

- [VOICES CONTINUE]
- [VIC SCREAMS]

[VOICES GET LOUDER]

ELINORE: Not at the
expense of your grades.


VIC: That's bullshit!

Turn it off!

- [BEEPING]
- [NOISES STOP]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

GRID: System override.

- [WHIRRING]
- GRID: Rebooting.


Rebooting.

Rebooting.

I don't need to remind
you what we owe each other.

So if you could just...

Yes.

Yes.

Let me know if you hear anything.

That's the last of them.

Every string I have to pull.

My contacts on the outside,

the DOD, the NSA, none
of them know anything.

Or if they do...

they're not telling me.

CLIFF: Vic's been disappeared.

There must be something you can do.

You know those creeps.

You've worked with those creeps.

You basically are one of those creeps.

The Bureau has Cyborg.

They obtained him extra-legally.

They have no reason to engage with me.

And however they obtained him,

he's far too valuable to give up.

My name,

my influence

mean nothing.

I can't do this alone.

- Uh...
- Do what?

- Break in.
- In?

Wait, to the Ant Farm?

- With you?
- For this to work,

- I need you. All of you.
- [RITA LAUGHS]

This is a joke.

You must be joking!

You can't seriously be considering this.

Jane?

After everything Vic told us,

you want to trust this man

with your life, with all of our lives?

Cliff?

Larry.

Of all the people, you...

you want to go back to Dante's Inferno?

I'm losing my mind.

[SIGHS] What kind of
break-in are we talking about?

[SIGHS]

I'll need to see Niles's closets.

Ah.

WOMAN [ON TV]: But if you're his son,

that makes me...

Mommy.

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


No.

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


No.

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


You're not real.

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


[SOFTLY] No.

Hey! He already told you

he doesn't wanna run another diagnostic.

Geez.

WOMAN ON TV: My poor, sweet Kenneth.

[WOMAN ON TV CONTINUES TALKING]

.

You heard that?

Well, yeah. Why?

How?

Hey, buddy, mind if we
talk about this later?

I'm in the middle of a show here.

How are you real?

How are you real?

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


[WHIRRING, BEEPING]

[WINCES]

No. Stop.

You can't...

[GROANS]

Ah, God.

[BEEPING, WHIRRING]

[WINCES IN PAIN]

GRID: Would you like me
to run another diagnostic?


How are you real?

Just stop!

Elinore! Elinore! Elinore! Elinore!

[MUFFLED] Elinore!

[CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Like I said,

he's been like this for hours.

And it's only getting worse.

[VIC CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Are you telling me we got
bupkis from his intake procedure?

Zip? Zilch?

And the kid is completely off his gourd?

VIC: How are you real?

f*ck!

[VIC SCREAMING]

I get it.

I don't wanna go back either.

But Silas has a plan.

And we need to do this. For Vic.

- This it?
- Yeah, conveniently located.

Ample parking.

And only high-level Bureau personnel
know how to operate this thing.

Larry?

All good.

Time to suit up.

[CANNED MUSIC PLAYING]

[MIMICS CHEWBACCA]

Seriously, no one saw Star Wars?

[BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

Hold on.

[RUMBLING]

[SCREAMS]

Wh-wh-what the f*ck?

[ALL SCREAMING]

RITA: Oh, I'm gonna throw up!

[GROANS]

[RETCHES]

What is this fuckery?

SILAS: Almost there.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM:
Maintenance required in sector A...


Everybody good?

LARRY: Define good.

Maintenance required.

Come this way.

It's okay.

We're okay.

[WHIRRING]

What the hell are those things?

LARRY: The operators.

Don't stare.

Freeze!

CLIFF: What the f*ck?

JONES: Welcome.

Glad all of you could make it.

What the f...

CLIFF: Jane!

m*therf*cker!

LARRY: Okay, pal.

If there was ever a
time to fight, it's...

You have no idea how
satisfying that was.

Shall I take you to your son?

What the...

Judas f*ck!

JONES: What's Niles Caulder gonna do

when he finds out you
surrendered all his toys to us?

Haven't you heard?

Niles is MIA.

There's not much he can do.

[JONES LAUGHS]

Stone-cold Silas Stone.

I guess you can take the
man out of the Ant Farm...

Let's get something straight.

You and your ilk destroyed
what this place used to be.

Trust me,

- I'm out.
- Hmm.

You're gonna wanna prepare yourself.

[SOFTLY] How are you real?

[NORMAL VOICE] How are you real?

Victor?

Dad?

I thought no one was gonna come.

I'm here. I'm here.

[BEEPING, WHIRRING]

[MAN SCREAMING]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

No. No, Grid, stop.

What did they do to you?

JONES [OVER PA SYSTEM]:
We didn't do anything.

We found him like this.

Now, Silas, I know what you're thinking.

But, no... [LAUGHS]

There'll be no
take-backsies on this deal.

Deal?

What deal?

It is an absolute pleasure to be
in your presence again, Trainor.

Couldn't believe when
they said you were back.

But I'll be damned.

Forsythe.

What've you done?

So you sense it.

A supernumerary phantom limb sensation.

What're you talking about?

You may have left the Ant Farm

rather prematurely, Trainor...

But not in spirit.
You'll pardon the pun.

You see...

we never stopped working on you.

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

[BEEPING]

So what're you gonna do to me?

t*rture?

Surgery?

Reprogramming?

'Cause let me warn you,
I've been through a lot.

A sh*t ton.

Hive-mind Nazis,

giant evil eye, whole f*cking
town being swallowed up.

Stabbed an alligator
in two for my daughter.

So lay it on me, four-eyes.

Take your best sh*t
'cause I don't cr*ck!

Primitive design.

What?

Hey, wh... Hey!

Welding, subpar.

Circuitry, rudimentary at best.

Limited motor function.

CLIFF: Uh, no, no, no,

you might not realize this, dude,

but I'm a functioning
human brain in a robot.

How many times have you seen that?

LAB TECH: About a dozen.

The BON got pretty Looney
Tunes in the Nixon years,

stuffing brains into everything.

We still have a super sarcastic toaster

that we use on the newbies.

[CHUCKLES] It's fun.

A toaster?

Subject is recommended for the
"Scrap and Recycle" program.

Recycle? Scrap?

Didn't you hear me? The
alligator, the Nazis?

I'm a f*cking unstoppable force!

Dude, we stopped you with a magnet.

[SNIFFS]

[JANE MOANS]

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

[DIRK CHUCKLES]

They wanted me to run some tests on you.

Flip through a couple of Rorschachs.

Should we give it a try?

What do you see?

Hmm?

Bitch who broke my arm.

Bitch who broke my arm.

And...

bitch who broke my arm

who's about to get what's coming to her.

You see that observation
glass over there?

Paid the guy off.

No witnesses.

Uh-uh.

Don't worry, Jane.

I'm a gentleman.

I promise to take it nice...

...and slow.

[YAWNS LOUDLY]

Mmm.

Oh, uh...

I'm sorry, discount Dexter.

Did you say something?

[CLANGS]

You can't do this.

I'm more than a machine.

I'm a mind.

Why do you think they saved my brain?

I'm a genius!

LAB TECH: All right, genius.

- Two trains.
- Trains?

Train A, traveling miles per hour

leaves Westford,
heading towards Eastford,

which is miles away.

- Wait, slow down.
- Train B,

traveling miles per hour,

leaves Eastford,
heading towards Westford.

When do the two trains meet?

Uh...

Now, you said two trains?

Literally, high school math.

I'm not a g*dd*mn mathematician!

Oh, g*dd*mn you, you
sick, conceited ass!

Sure I look like some kind
of metal garbage Frankenstein.

But I have thoughts, desires,

My head is a library
of faces and places,

and shitty ad jingles
that I can't forget.

I am a soul.

A mind. A person!

Frankenstein's the
name of the scientist,

not the monster.

Dipshit.

FORSYTHE: One walking,
talking, human dirty b*mb.

You're the tool and energy

with power to transcend space and time.

One asset split into two.

Think of the applications.

This being of energy

should be a feather in the agency's cap

for decades to come.

And you, with your
radioactive properties,

should serve us well.


Although, at this stage,

your survival is a little more...

"wait and see".

You traded them?

Why would you do that?

I had to.

You're a monster.

You are all that I have!

Everything seems wrong right now,

but I promise you,

it will all work out.

It will...

be okay.

So, we're getting captured.

On purpose.

And tortured, right?

Chances are these psychofucks
will want to take us apart.

There will be t*rture.

Physical,

psychological.

So captured and tortured. Great plan.

It's a big ask.

- But...
- It's the only way.

[SIGHS] You expect them

to trust this insane plan,

to trust you?

The only thing we
know about the Ant Farm

is that they're
impenetrable and vicious.

We already know they want Larry.

Rita, that's the point.

Let's say... [SIGHS]

...you get them in,

and this ridiculous
plan somehow works out.

How do you rescue them?

Actually, Miss Farr...

that's where you come in.

You're the linchpin.

Okay, Rita. Showtime.

[RITA'S VOICE ECHOES] Oh, thank God.

- [SQUELCHING]
- RITA: Get me the hell out of here.

I can't take it anymore.

- [SQUELCHING]
- RITA: Ugh. Ew.

Ew. Ew!

Ew.

Ew.

Cliff, that was excruciating!

Your insides smell like
an old, greasy oil drum.

Hey, that wasn't me!

It was the rat that was
running around inside me.

I told Vic to put an
air freshener in there.

RITA: Ugh. Just avert your eyes.

No peeping!

What? Oh, sure.

- You don't use a moisturizer, do you?
- Cliff!

All right, all right.

Just hurry up before the stupid
know-it-all scientist gets back.

Little witch.

Rita! Get me down, we
gotta find the others.

Making you feel small
and stupid and useless.

You're not useless!

Hi.

Uh...

[SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

See, Cliff?

You're plenty useful.

[ACE OF BASE'S "THE SIGN" PLAYING]
♪ I saw the sign ♪


♪ And it opened up my
eyes I saw the sign ♪


♪ Life is demanding ♪

♪ Without understanding ♪

♪ I saw the sign ♪

♪ And it opened up my
eyes I saw the sign ♪


♪ No one's gonna drag you up ♪

♪ To get into the light
where you belong ♪


♪ But where do you belong... ♪

We get it, doucheflap.

You saw Reservoir Dogs.

Do me a solid,

chop off my ears already,

so that I don't have to
listen to another verse of

Ace of f*cking Base!

All right.

How about I skip the pageantry
and get right to the part

where I rip you into little pieces, huh?

[SONG SKIPS]

Damn it!

[SONG CHANGES]

No.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God, that's my song!

Well, now it's our song.

♪ We've got nothing to lose ♪

[DIRK LAUGHING]

Okay, okay.

Favorite book?

- Ready?
- Mmm-hmm.

BOTH: One, two, three.

Fault in Our Stars.

Oh, my God!

That's it, that's it, we're meant to be.

- Mmm.
- We're meant to be, you're perfect.

Aw. You're perfect, Doug.

It's Dirk.

Sure, that's what I said.

[BOTH GIGGLING]

Karen?

Oh, God.

[GASPS] Riri!

What the hell? This is
not part of the plan!

Are these guys bothering you, sweetie?

They so are, puppycakes.

Do you wanna take care
of them for me, please?

Trust me. You don't want
a piece of this, cuck-face.

[DIRK SCREAMS]

Miss me, pretty boy?

[JANE/HAMMERHEAD SHOUTS]

[VOICE OVER PA SYSTEM]
Containment breach.


Containment breach.

- [ALARM BLARING]
- Sectors A and A ,

please follow lockdown protocol.

[ALARM CONTINUES BLARING]

Will someone f*cking hurry
up and give me some answers?

AGENT: Sir.

- Sir.
- [SHOUTS] What?

It's the generals.

[ALARM BLARING, VOICES IN THE DISTANCE]

Hey!

- What's going on?
- You can't leave us in here!

Victor, listen to me.

There's a plan.

Your friends are getting free,

but you're the last piece.

We need your help

to get out of the Ant Farm.

RITA: You were supposed to stay put.

You all stay put, and I get you out.

Didn't you hear Silas?

I'm the linchpin.

Yeah, well, tell that to the
psycho blonde living inside me.

Let's just concentrate on finding Larry.

This is exactly what
we were concerned about!

You promised us that
everything was under control.

JONES: I assure you,
everything is under control.


- [ALARM BLARING]
- [DIRK SCREAMS]

Larry!

[WEAKLY] Cliff.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

CLIFF: Come on, let's go.

Is that...

Yeah.

You're coming with me, pal.

JANE: How do we find Vic?

The high-priority wing. This way.

Wait.

What about the rest?

There could be hundreds of 'em.

Weirdos like us.

We can't just leave them.

[SIREN CONTINUES BLARING]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[GROWLING]

- JONES: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- CLIFF: God damn it. You again?

Big mess you made here today.

Rita Farr.

[CHUCKLES]

My wife was a big fan of your movies.

Threw a dinner party once, ' s theme.

Your movies were the inspiration.

Home-cooked meal,

perfectly set table.

Well,

almost perfectly set.

The chinaware was all there.

But there was a fork,

one mismatched abomination
with a plastic handle.

The only one of its
kind at the whole table.

So I took that fork,

and I jammed it in her eye.

Over and over and over again.

If we can't protect what's
normal in this world,

then what're we left with?

You sick f*ck!

- [LAUGHS]
- [DOOR OPENS]

LAB TECH: They're loose!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

The butts are loose!

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[MANIACAL VOICES]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

Oh, sh*t.

[RUMBLING]

[HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[SOFTLY] No.

MAN: Fire! Fire!

[ROARING]

No!

[RINGING]

- Yes.
- MAN: General, sir.


The butts are loose.

I understand.

God be with you.

- [ROARING]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Gentlemen,

it has been an honor.

[g*nsh*t FIRED]

We gotta go.

Vic.

What the hell is that?

It's Grid.

- Grid?
- We need Cyborg.

GRID: Recovering archive footage.

S.T.A.R. Labs, January .

[SILAS'S VOICE] Installing
this emergency trigger,


this reset, could save his life.

What the hell is this?

What?

[SILAS'S VOICE] Something
happens on the field,


it has the power to
generate entire limbs.


Cybernetic limbs.

Vic, we need to go now!

Vic, we gotta go.

No, no! What the hell is that?

I told you, it's Grid!

- You're lying to me.
- What?

Why would I lie to you?

Victor, I don't know what's
going on with you right now,

- but we are in danger here.
- Why did you do this to me?

What?

You made me this thing, a monster.

I saved you.

And I am trying to save you now.

Get that away from me!

- I swear to God...
- You need this!

And I need you to trust me!

[LAB ASSISTANT'S VOICE] Sir, I'm
not gonna tell you how to parent.


- [SILAS' VOICE] Damn right you're not.
- LAB ASSISTANT: I just...


Have you considered the
possible ramifications?


Under certain conditions,
these nanites...


they can go rogue.

Vic could become fully
cybernetic, all machine.


There would be nothing left of your son.

[CLICKS]

SILAS: Your point?

Vic?

[GRUNTING]

[SHOUTS]

[SHOUTING]

[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]

[VIDEO GAME PLAYS VICTORY TUNE]

You did it, Vic.

[CHUCKLING SOFTLY] What a masterpiece!

I mean, forget Black Box,
let's take this straight

to Broadway.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

The stunning conclusion

of Cyborg's origin story.

[CHUCKLING]

- What did you do?
- Me?

You punched him.

No, no, this was all you, Victor.

Sure, Silas put the reset button in,

Cliff pressed it,

but it was your squishy brain

that took the wheel from
there. I mean, come on.

Grid taunting you with
videos of your father

saying the exact,

on-the-nose, worst
possible things

you could imagine. The
last one wasn't even real.

That was a Mr. Nobody
straight-to-video special.

You're welcome.

Vic, you bought it!

[LAUGHING]

You know...

I told you...

when we first met,

don't come looking for me!

But you shiny, glossy,

front-page superheroes,
you're all alike.

You can't wait to prove yourself.

You can't wait to get the bad guy.

Well, look what you've done.

[ALARM CONTINUES TO BLARE]

No. [SOBS]

Dad.

Dad, Dad, Dad.

It's so sad, you know?

I mean, you do know, don't you?

Deep behind the brambles of all of that

depressing negative self-talk,

dear Silas Stone really loved his son.

He only wanted the best for you.

[LAUGHING] Whoops.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

[SCREAMS]

Dad.

Daddy, wake up.

Dad... Dad. [SOBS]

[VIC WEEPING]

[ALARM CONTINUES BLARING]
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