01x13 - Flex Patrol

[bunniefuu]

CLIFF: Previously on Doom Patrol...

RITA: I must've seen this
ad times as a girl.

It's like he just walked
out of the comic book.

The Hero of the Beach is Flex Mentallo.

The machine's taking
over. And I can't stop it.

JANE: I just found out that Flex
Mentallo has a wife named Dolores.

She's old as f*ck,
but she's still alive.

You're the genius who
got a talking street

to tell us that Flex is the
key to finding the Chief.

- You must be Dolores.
- Look at my elbow.

LARRY: The Bureau of Normalcy.

I was one of their assets.

- For years, they tortured me.
- Where?

JONES: Welcome to the Ant Farm.

Let me out!

FLEX: Hey, buddy? You're
looking for a way out?

Trying to escape?

- VIC: Who're you?
- .

FORSYTHE: It is an
absolute pleasure to be

- in your presence again, Trainor.
- LARRY: Forsythe.

SILAS: Your friends are getting free,

but you're the last piece.

LAB ASSISTANT: Under certain
conditions, these nanites...

they can go rogue.

- There would be nothing left of your son.
- SILAS: Your point?

You made me this. A monster.

[VIC GRUNTING]

[ALARM BLARING]

_

WOMAN: Oh, wow. Look,
it's Flex Mentallo.

Hi, Flex.

WOMAN: Hi, Dolores.

MAN : Morning, Flex. How's it going?

- FLEX: Gentlemen.
- MAN : Hi, Dolores.

How is it going?

- MAN : Here you go, my dear.
- DOLORES: Oh.

- [FLEX CHUCKLES]
- [DOLORES GASPS]

How you doin'?

"Our hometown hero, Flex Mentallo,

has done it again, folks."

- Oh, boy.
- [DOLORES LAUGHS]

Here we go.

"Dr. Saucer's attempted
robbery of the local aquarium

was thwarted by our very own

- Man of Muscle Mystery."
- [CHUCKLES]

"He made short work of
the dastardly dish-head

by manipulating the
vibrational wavelengths

of his magnificent muscles."

[CHUCKLES]

"From the bottom of our hearts,

this town thanks you, Mr. Mentallo."

[BOTH LAUGH]

My dear man,

perfect as your body is,

your best flex will
always be your smile.

That laugh lights me up, Dolly.

It was all dark before you.

- You're the light of my life.
- Mmm.

BOY: Help. Help! Someone help!

Someone help! [CRYING]

Help me, please!

[CRYING] Oh, no.

What seems to be the trouble, young man?

That's right,

it's me, Flex Mentallo,
Man of Muscle Mystery.

How can I be of service?

[KITTEN MEWING]

Ah. I see.

That is troubling.

Hmm.

I think we could do
something about that.

Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty...

That's a good kitty.

Oh, look at you. So fuzzy, cozy kitty.

Target acquired.

- [GRUNTING]
- _

[g*nf*re]

The miscreations have taken control.

I need every man still
standing to gear up!

This is about containment now!

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

[ALARM BLARING]

I k*lled him.

I...

He's still alive.

But we have to get him out of here.

Jane, tell Flit to do the thing.

- "Tell" her?
- LARRY: Oh, boy.

Jesus Christ. You know what I mean!

JANE: Sorry if I missed the subtext

of your incredibly blunt directive.

Why don't you mansplain it to me?

CLIFF: If there ever was a time
for you to let something go,

this is that time!

JANE: That's not how it works, dude.

CLIFF: Come on! We need to
get the f*ck out of here, Jane!

[GROANING]

Please don't k*ll me!

[GROANING]

Say...

Do I know you?

But we're not supposed to leave
our rooms without permission.

Hey!

- Hey! My clicker!
- VIC: Guys, he's losing blood.

Or did you forget about that?

CLIFF: Who the f*ck are you?

FLEX: Well, you sure do swear a lot.

LARRY: ?

RITA: You almost look...

But it couldn't be you, could it?

- CLIFF: Jane, would you please talk to Flit?
- LARRY: What is it, Rita?

RITA: Take away the ratty
beard and the baggy jumpsuit,

and I swear he looks
just like Flex Mentallo.

From Mentall-O's cereal?

- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- RITA: From the funny book Danny gave us.

CLIFF: If we don't leave right
now, we ain't f*cking leaving!

Stop those abominations! Go!

- Jane!
- Everybody grab on.

JONES: Stop them! Now!

Balls!

CLIFF: Thank you. Was
that so f*ckin' hard?

[FLEX GROANING] Got it.

Um... where am I?

Also, does anyone else feel, um,

a little... a little pukey?

- Where did you take them?
- The hospital.

You just left them there?

As opposed to?

Vic can't be alone right now.

He's fragile. And possibly psychotic.

Who... Who is Vic?

- CLIFF: Now it's Flitapalooza.
- Now he's not alone.

LARRY: What a mess.

CLIFF: No. No.

Guys, we actually did something right.

We went to rescue Vic, and
we motherhumping did it.

Up top!

He nearly b*at his father to death.

And that's terrible.

Really, really f*cking terrible.

I don't think it should
tar our accomplishment.

We saved a superhero.

[WHOOPING] Us. The f*ck-ups.

I think we deserve a small
pat on the back for that.

And... And we found Flex Mentallo.

He's some kinda clue
to finding Niles, right?

So it's not one, but two
things we nailed. Whoo!

Let's hear it. Yeah! Whoo!

[FLEX LAUGHING]

Who's Flex Mentallo?

CLIFF: You are.

Am I?

CLIFF: God damn it.

LARRY: You know, I'm
feeling a bit pukey myself.

Think I'll go lay down.

[LARRY COUGHING]

[SIGHING] Look, we're not
attached at the hip anymore, okay?

[SIGHS, COUGHS]

[EXHALES PAINFULLY]

[COUGHING]

You don't have to be everywhere I am.

Look, it's nothing
personal. I'm just tired.

And it's a little hard to sleep
with a six-foot nightlight...

[GROANS]

_

How do you like your suit,
Captain Trainor? Comfortable?

LARRY: It weighs a ton and
smells like a chemical fire.

But on the bright side
there's plenty of room

to flail around when you electrocute me.

See, we took that very
issue into consideration

while we were designing it.

We're going to take a
break with that treatment

in favor of something new.

LARRY: What?

The being inside you

has refused to evidence itself

since that first encounter.

LARRY: What are you gonna do to me?

[STUTTERING] What... What
the hell is that thing?

Is something supposed to happen?

Oh, it's happening.

You see, this device
produces a frequency

imperceptible to human ears.

But to your luminescent friend? Well,

in theory, it should be giving
him one doozy of a headache.

Tell me, Captain Trainor,

can you hear it screaming inside of you?

LARRY: I can't say that I do.

But if you wanna try
your hand at torturing it

instead of me for a
while, then be my guest.

- [LARRY GROANS]
- FORSYTHE: Ah, ah, ah.

What do you think would happen to you

if your host dies, hmm?

I didn't want to commence this
particular experiment just yet,

but I might be persuaded otherwise.

Good.

I expect the next time
that I ask to see you...

I won't be left to wait.

[LARRY PANTING]

[DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

FLEX: Hey, pal, you okay in there?

LARRY: What? Who the hell are you?

Sounded like you were
screaming bloody m*rder.

LARRY: No. No, that wasn't me.

FLEX: I don't mean
nothing by it. It's just...

Well, it sounded bad is all.

LARRY: I'm not embarrassed.
I was stating a fact.

I was unconscious. The...

The screaming was probably from...

Wait.

- You could hear it?
- FLEX: And then some.

Is there something in there with you?

LARRY: So to speak.

Look. Look, I don't feel like
talking anymore, okay?

FLEX: Well, say, pal,
uh, what's your name?

LARRY: .

Your real name.

[LARRY CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Doesn't matter.

Sounds like you've been in here a while.

LARRY: I tried to keep track
of the days at first, but...

it just made things worse.

Well, I'm not planning
on sticking around here

long enough to find out.

Here, have a look.

[WALL CRACKS]

LARRY: What the...

- How did you...
- Muscle Mystery powers, bub.

They got these things all
over me to tamp it down.

If you could just reach in here

and yank out some of these cords,

I can open up a hole big
enough for us to walk through.

LARRY: No. No. Are you... No. No.
There's no escaping this place.

- Don't you wanna at least try?
- LARRY: Stop talking to me.

FLEX: Come on, pal.

Jesus, what...

[CHUCKLES BREATHILY]

I'm Flex Mentallo.

Man of Muscle Mystery. What...

Nice to meet you, too.

Where are you from there, Sparky?

What is that, some kind of other...

dimension or...

I'm sure I can get you back there.

I can open up a door to anywhere.

You will?

That's fantastic.

Alls you got to do is reach in here

and yank out some of these...

- [DOOR LOCK TURNING]
- Shh! Hold on. Hold on.

[DOOR OPENS]

Modesty is what separates
us from the animals, .

Let's get you dressed.

[GROANING]

My name is Flex Mentallo.

[SCREAMS IN PAIN]

Again.

[SCREAMING]

Who is this handsome devil?

CLIFF: It's you.

I don't think so, Scrap.

I still have that thing
on my head, don't I?

Hey, Jane, can you
help me out with this?

[CHUCKLES]

- You just ripped the "S" off, didn't you?
- JANE: Uh-huh.

- Hey, hey.
- Huh?

You were the cartoon
mascot for a kid cereal,

created by an adman named Wally Sage.

Do you remember Wally?

I don't know.

CLIFF: Why were you at the Ant Farm?

What's your superpower?

- I don't know.
- [BOTH GROAN IN FRUSTRATION]

CLIFF: How did you get out of the ad?

And if you say "I don't know" again,

I'll make you eat your beard.

FLEX: Um...

CLIFF: Oh, for f*ck's sake.

We can ask this ding-dong
questions till the end of time,

it's not gonna get us any
closer to finding the Chief.

Did you say "the Chief"?

BOTH: You know him?

FLEX: Well, I certainly do.

And let me tell you
something, friends. That Chief,

well, he's a real no good
son-of-a-you-know-what.

- CLIFF: What'd he do?
- FLEX: Well, nothing,

considering that he d*ed years ago.

- CLIFF: Wait. What?
- JANE: Look, shitbag,

I've known the Chief for years.

And if he had d*ed, I would've noticed.

Well, not if his identical
twin brother replaced him.

- CLIFF: Whoa. Say what now?
- His name was Nic.

And their mother had to give him up

at birth to a gypsy woman.

So Chief never knew of his existence.

- The f*ck?
- FLEX: Yeah.

Nic grew up so full of hate and rage,

that by the time that he met Chief,

he m*rder*d him and stole his life.

And then, fathered a love
child with the Chief's wife,

Joanna Heart, who, as it turns out,

was their sister.

And she was in a coma
when she gave birth, right?

Yeah.

He's talking about Chief
Kinkaid from Secret Hearts,

some f*cking crappy soap opera.

- It's not crappy.
- CLIFF: You know,

I was actually on that show once.

Special guest star.

Really? Who were you?

I played myself,

famous race car driver Cliff Steele.

[MIMICS VOMITING] Barf.

FLEX: I don't remember that one.

CLIFF: What else is f*cking new?

I don't know what to do.

Say, who is this handsome devil?

CLIFF: Still you, dum-dum.

[FLEX LAUGHS]

He looks like the type
of person I'd like to be.

Take off your clothes.

CLIFF: Jane, I don't
think we can ask him...

Okay.

Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

The doctor said he's going to be fine.

VIC: No.

She said he was stable.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

- Vic, don't.
- Don't what?

Mr. Nobody didn't plant that
seed of doubt in my head,

I did that all on my own.

He just twisted it until...

My dad just wanted
me to re-install Grid.

He was trying to save me.

I just couldn't see it.

Your head is clear now.

We need you to turn Grid back on.

Do you remember the tracker
I put on the Beard Hunter?

Without Grid, it's useless.

The longer we wait to go after him,

the further away he'll get.

If we can find the Beard Hunter,

- we can find the Chief.
- I can't.

Yes, you can.

Mr. Nobody was playing with
your head, you know that.

- There's nothing to be afraid of...
- How can I be sure?

Because you just said...

I know what I said.

Knowing doesn't change how I feel.

Mr. Nobody told us

not to go after him.

We should have listened.

[SCISSORS SNIPPING]

CLIFF: Do you have any
idea what you're doing?

Nope.

- FLEX: Ow!
- CLIFF: Sorry. Just...

Robot fingers.

Too bad no one in the
Underground went to beauty school.

Did they?

Speaking of, how's
everyone doing down there?

[DECISIVELY] Never mind.

Cool.

- FLEX: Ooh!
- CLIFF: Sorry. Sorry.

It's just we haven't had a chance

to talk about what happened in there

and I wanted to make sure that

you and the others were...

I don't wanna talk
about the Underground.

Bring it up again and
I'll do to your brain

what I'm doing to this chump's hair.

Are you mad at me for going in there?

- Because technically it wasn't...
- Finished!

- Ta-da.
- God...

[CHUCKLES]

I look incredible.

Kinda like that hunk on that cereal box.

CLIFF: If he'd been stabbed
in the face repeatedly.

You are that hunk, dummy.

Hmm, I don't think so.

Hey, I just remembered.

[CLIFF AND JANE] What?

Secret Hearts is on in five minutes.

CLIFF: Oh, f*ck me.

... after the news
broke that Steve Larson,

better known as Animal
Vegetable Mineral Man,

had reached an immunity
deal with federal prosecutors

in exchange for information

about a mysterious medical facility

hidden deep in a Paraguayan jungle.

As Larson approached the courthouse

where he was set to give his testimony,

he was viciously gunned down

by a man authorities are calling

a devotee to mad n*zi scientist

Heinrich Von Fuchs.

We have no comment! Stop talking!

Shut up!

GUNMAN: Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

Von Fuchs is uber!

No biting! No biting!

No, no b-- No biting! Ow!

ANCHORWOMAN: Thankfully, Larson
was only sh*t in the minerals,

and is expected to make a full recovery.

The assassin, identified by
authorities as Gary Gunnam,

- was apprehended on site.
- [BABY CRYING]

His arraignment is set for early next...

[BABY CONTINUES CRYING]

WOMAN: Here I am.

ANCHORWOMAN: Eyewitnesses

said it was practically
impossible to hear...

Oh, excuse... Excuse me, miss?

Are you a doctor?

Oh, no, no.

It's impossible

to find your room

in this cockamamie place.

Well, I'd really like to go lay down.

Of course.

- Thank you, miss...
- Rita.

Rita.

And away we go.

Away we go is right, yeah.

Do you remember your room number?

No. No.

But I'm sure if we
wander around a little,

we'll find it.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Yeah.

I'm telling you, Chief Kinkaid,

the Port Charlotte Ripper is back.

I did the autopsies on all his victims.

This is his M.O.

KINKAID: That's impossible, Dr. Winslow.

The Port Charlotte Ripper
was ex*cuted last summer.

- Unless...
- You arrested the wrong man.

- Damn it.
- CLIFF: Oh, my God.

This is bad!

- [FLEX EXHALES SHARPLY]
- Was it always this bad?

- 'Cause I do not remember it being this bad.
- [SHUSHES]

- KINKAID: It's true.
- Jeez.

KINKAID: And I don't
care that you ran off

and married that Japanese sex robot.

I've never stopped loving you.

WINSLOW: Kinkaid, please.

KINKAID: The Takumi-
will never love you

the way that I love you.

We tried the carrot to
jiggle this chump's memory.

Maybe it's time to jab him with a stick.

CLIFF: Uh, okay.

What if we try to
trigger his superpower?

Maybe using it will jog something loose.

And if it doesn't,

well, at least we'll
know what he can do.

Oh, no. Dead.

Then we can figure out how
to use it to find the Chief.

WOMAN [ON TV]: My name is Natalia.

And I'm not a doctor.

Trigger his power how exactly?

- Through duress.
- Duress?

- Duress.
- Duress.

- Let's do this.
- "Let's"? Meaning me.

He got his panties in a wad
when you talked over his stories.

Go over there and try it again.

Only this time, don't let up.

- That's it? That's the plan?
- You got a problem, shitstain?

- [CLIFF EXCLAIMS GRUMPILY]
- Go!

[CLIFF CLEARS THROAT]

CLIFF: Hey, buddy. How's the episode?

[SHUSHES]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ON TV]

- Which one is the...
- [SHUSHES]

- CLIFF: Mmm-hmm.
- Jeez.

[EXCLAIMS]

[WEEPS]

Perhaps I should find a
family member to come help you.

[CHUCKLING] Yeah, yeah.

Well, if you do find a
family member to help me,

then I'm going to nominate
you for a Nobel Peace Prize.

The just... They just
left you here all alone?

Well, technically, but I...

I... I left before them.

I skipped out...

middle of the night.

Never looked back.

Oh...

The worst thing I ever done.

Well, if that's the worst
thing you ever did...

- Yeah.
- ... consider yourself lucky.

Oh, yeah?

You're a saint compared to me.

Stop it.

A nice girl like you, you'd
never have done a thing like that.

- I'm not a "nice girl".
- Well...

I've made mistakes.

My friend is in trouble,
I want to help him.

But someone is threatening to
use those mistakes against me.

I'm powerless.

Yeah. If you ask me,

we have to own our mistakes.

No matter how terrible.

I'm an actress.

I was an actress.

The warmth of the spotlight, it's...

intoxicating.

When that light goes
out, you're willing to do

just about anything to get it back.

When you reach a certain
age in this business,

the phones don't ring quite
as frequently as they used to.

That's when I met Gene Stanton...

World-renowned, six-time
Oscar winning film producer.

I know what you're thinking, and no.

Despite his best efforts,

nothing ever happened
between Gene and I.

He reeked of Acqua di
Parma and cheap cigars.

And I had my self-respect.

And one day Gene asked for a favor.

[SIGHS]

It seemed so simple at the time.

Gene had his eye on a
young Hollywood starlet,

and all I had to do was
arrange for them to meet.

Beverly Hills Hotel, : p.m.

One year later,

that actress was bawling her
way through an Oscar speech.

I was getting offers again. And Gene...

got what Gene wanted.

It was a win-win-win.

So, I arranged another meeting for him.

And another. And another.

Each girl rose to stardom.

And my phone kept ringing.

And then came Marybeth Wooten.

She had her meeting with Gene.

And nine months later, there was a baby.

Gene wasn't about to step
up and become a father.

[EXHALING SHARPLY] That
poor girl didn't have anyone,

so she came to me.

I gave her...

$ .

And I sent her on her way.

I told myself that
she would find the grit

to pull herself up.

But deep down,

I knew better.

A week later,

there it was, in the paper.

Marybeth had taken her own life.

No mention of the baby.

It was like it never even existed.

For a brief, guilt-soaked moment,

I considered

taking responsibility for the child,

but then my phone rang.

I got the lead role

in a sweeping big-budget epic
called Forbidden Congo.

[VOICE TREMBLES] I was
in the spotlight again.

And it was just as warm as I remembered.

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

Looking the other way
should be so much harder

than it actually is.

Everything that happened
to me on that picture,

and everything that happened after...

I deserved all of it.

I, too, have spent a lifetime

searching for absolution.

But it will never come.

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

I think...

you got your power back, kiddo.

Sir, it's been five hours.

I'm not sure it can
take much more of this.

Maybe it's time we let it
re-enter Trainor's body.

Just a little bit longer.

Sir, we don't have an SI base unit

to quantify whatever this thing is,

but there's been a significant drop off

in what we can measure.

Coulombs, volts, amperes, joules...

They're all plummeting.

Meaning?

I think it's dying, sir.

[LARRY GROANS]

[DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

FLEX: Where ya been,
Sparky? Uh, you okay?

LARRY: What?

FLEX: I'm not talking to you, bub.

Jeez, Sparky.

I'm gonna get you out of here right now.

Hey, pal.

Me and Sparky are gonna blow this joint.

He says you got to come with us.

LARRY: Look, I told
you to leave me alone.

No can-do-ski.

Apparently he can't
go nowhere without you.

So, why don't you take
your chicken wing there,

reach through this here hole,

and pull out some of
these dang cords, would ya?

LARRY: I can't. If
this suit gets damaged

I'd be putting thousands
of people at risk.

FLEX: What? Come on.

LARRY: There's no
place for me out there.

They're torturing your
friend in here, man.

LARRY: I can't, okay? I can't.

I can't.

- I can't.
- Come on, man! They're coming!

We got no time, you
gotta make a move here!

- Come on! Just reach your hand...
- [LOCK CLICKING]

Damn it!

Perhaps our good friend, ,

will agree to come
quietly this afternoon.

My name is Flex Mentallo.

I see.

Perhaps this will change your mind.

A boob tube?

Really?

This is your grand plan to subdue me?

FORSYTHE: Well,

you can fight this all you want, .

But the simple fact is

you're no longer who you once were.

You're the property
of the US government.

So I suggest

you fall into rank.

Or what?

DOLORES: Let me go.

Please.

- You have no right to do this.
- Get away from my wife.

Get away!

Get away from my wife!

Wonder how she'll smell
when she's burning.

FLEX: Dolly. No, no, no, no!

- [DOLORES CRIES]
- FLEX: Stop that.

[GROWLING] Stop!

Stop!

Careful. One wrong move
and, well... [TURNS OFF TV]

Let her go! She...

She's got nothing to do with this, man!

We're reasonable people.

Now, if you play by the rules,

maybe we'll allow you to

tune in next week and see her again.

Same time.

Same place.

All we want

is for you to be the hero

that you are, .

Sorry, Sparky.

I beg your pardon?

FORSYTHE: Follow me.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[GASPING]

All those years...

Because of me.

[STUTTERING] Then what?

I... I can't understand
you like Flex can.

What do you want me to see?

Dolores.

WOMAN [ON TV]: There is love
that we have in the open...

then there's what's hidden

in the depths of our secret hearts.

CLIFF: More chocolate sauce?

Yeah? [LAUGHS] Yeah! Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm!

[FLEX CHUCKLES]

CLIFF [ON TV]: Waco, waco. Waco, waco.

I'm a pole position man myself, Billy.

Holy smokes, it's my hero,

race car driver Cliff Steele.

CLIFF [ON TV]: That's right, Billy.

I'm here to make you feel better.

I'm race car driver Cliff Steele.

Vernon Reid for Augusta.

Oh, my God. Is that you?

Ya know, there actually
was some buzz about

a Daytime Emmy for me after this aired.

For what? Best Supporting Ass Clown?

Hey, you know, acting's hard, all right?

And I...

What the hell is that for?

We've tried everything we can
to try to fix this chucklefuck.

- It's time to kick it up a notch.
- [FLAME WHOOSHES]

CLIFF: Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

- What?
- Slow down. Slow down.

Don't you think we might be
taking this a bit too far?

Oh, relax. We're not
actually going to torch him.

We're gonna make him think we are.

Still, we're messing
with the poor guy's head.

I'd have thought you of all
people might be against that.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. It's just I, you know,

I'd have thought you might
have a little more empathy

given everything I
saw in the Underground.

Oh, my God.

All right, listen.

This is not about me

or the f*cking Underground,

or whatever touchy-feely Oprah bullshit

you're trying to pull right now.

This is about getting the Chief back.

So get off my jock.

- I can tell you're upset.
- f*ck off, Cliff.

And you have every right to be.

- k*ll yourself, Cliff.
- And I just want to say...

- Eat sh*t, Cliff.
- That I'm sorry.

I saw things you probably
didn't want me to see.

Even though I didn't mean to, still...

That wasn't cool.

And I'm sorry.

I only wanted to help.

And I just wanna say,

if you ever need to
talk about it, I'm here.

I don't need to talk about it.

[CHATTING ON TV CONTINUES]

LARRY: I know how to
get his memory back.

- JANE: How?
- LARRY: Dolores.

His wife.

If we find her, maybe
he finds his powers.

Maybe that gets us to the Chief.

CLIFF: Wait. Dolores?

As in the lady who
set you up? f*ck that.

I can handle her.

This should make you feel better.

Strong and fast.

[FLATLINING]

CLIFF [ON TV]: Whyyy?

- LARRY: Wow, Cliff. You're really good.
- CLIFF [ON TV]: Why? Why?

CLIFF: There was some buzz
about a Daytime Emmy for me.

Ta-da!

CLIFF: Uh-oh.

DOLORES: Hello, young man.

Look at my elbow.

[DOLORES LAUGHS]

FLEX: That laugh, I...

I've heard it before.

- Dolores?
- Hello, young man.

Dolores, it's you.

It's me. It's Flex.

CLIFF: Okay. Memory's back.

- Can we ask him about the Chief now?
- Shut up.

Give them a minute.

I've missed you so, so much, Dolly.

It's been a long time since
anyone called me Dolly.

[SOFTLY] Flex?

Flex? Flex!

- It's me, baby.
- Oh, God.

- Oh, God. I thought I lost you.
- It's me, baby.

FLEX: I'm right here, darling.

I'm right here.

[TEARFULLY] Oh, those
people, they did things to me.

- They made me...
- Baby, me too.

Me too.

It's been so dark without you.

But no matter what they did,

deep down...

I always knew you were there.

DOLORES: That smile...

Oh, how could I forget that smile?

It's still your best flex.

And you're still the light of my life.

- [BEEPING]
- Oh...

- No. No, no. What's wrong?
- Flex...

- What's wrong? What's wrong?
- I don't feel right.

FLEX: No, no, no. It's
okay, here, sit down.

[SCREAMS]

FLEX: No, no, no, no, no.

What's happening?
Dolly, what's happening?

They told me if I ever
tried to find you, I...

No, no, no, no, no!

Dolly, stay with me.
Dolly, stay with me!

Flex, help me.

- Flex...
- FLEX: Stay with me.

- [DOLORES GROANS]
- FLEX: Dolly, stay with me.

Stay with me, Dolly!

Dolly, stay with me. No, no, no, no.

You're the light of my life.

[TEARFULLY] You're the light of my life.

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

So much fuss over such a small thing.

I can't do it.

You can and you will.

- Rita...
- Victor,

we can't keep running from Mr. Nobody.

A bully only has power over
you if you give it to him.

- You actually believe that?
- I do.

Every time we try to help the Chief,

we let our fear get the best of us.

We owe it to him to try a bit harder.

We need you, Vic.

It will be all right.

- What if you're wrong?
- I'm not.

You may not trust

your father or yourself,
but you can trust me.

I can't leave him.

I need to be here.

If I do this, you guys are gonna
have to save Niles without me.

Do it.

[HIGH-PITCHED BLEEPS]

It's okay.

Well done, Rita.

This episode proved to be

quite the cathartic
journey for you, Ms. Farr.

Looks like you're finally ready to...

Oh, God. There's more? Ugh!

Hey, uh, Flex?

I'm really sorry about your wife. I am.

- But our friend the Chief...
- [LARRY COUGHS]

is in some serious trouble right now

- and if there's...
- [COUGHING INTENSIFIES]

JANE: Cliff. Something's
wrong with Larry.

- [LARRY CONTINUES COUGHING]
- CLIFF: Larry? Larry.

Jesus. What's happening?

LARRY: I think nature's
finally taking its course.

I should have d*ed years
ago in that plane crash, but...

The Spirit kept me alive.

CLIFF: Well? What are you waiting for?

Get the hell back in there.

No. No, don't.

I've been holding you
back long enough, pal.

At least one of us should
get to fly high again, right?

Now, go.

- You'll die.
- CLIFF: You can't!

LARRY: Maybe.

We'll see, I guess.

I'm willing to take that chance
so you can have yours. Please.

Let me do this for you.

Now, go.

Go!

CLIFF: Wait, what? No!

[COUGHING INTENSELY]

[LARRY GASPING]

- Are you okay?
- LARRY: Yeah.

Yeah, I think we are.

- We will be.
- Well, good.

Because it's all hands on deck.

Larry, I adore you

and I'm glad you're all right,

but if you get blood on
that carpet, I'll k*ll you.

Thanks, Rita.

CLIFF: Where's Vic?

With his father, where he belongs.

[GROANS]

I know how to find Niles.

And I don't know about you all,

but I, for one, am ready.

For what?

To fight back.

Care to join me?

Screw it. For Niles.

CLIFF: For Niles.

LARRY: Yeah.

For Niles.

[MIMICKING TENSE MUSIC]

Finally.

A superhero team I can
actually get behind.

Mmm.

A superhero team I can actually use.

Took you emo navel-gazers long enough

to work through your bullshit.

After ...

Oops.

That's better.

After pointless,

meandering episodes

of character-driven shlock,

we can finally

get to the show that everyone
wanted to see in the first place.

A superhero show!

Right versus Wrong.

Good versus Evil.

Hero versus Villain.

That's me.

[LAUGHS SINISTERLY]

You bozos want the Chief?

Come and get him.

[CHUCKLES]