Doom Patrol (2019) s02e06 Episode Script

Holy shit.
- They're dead.
- No!
No!
Oh, my God.
No!
Dorothy. Rise and shine.
Dorothy?
Dorothy?
Chief, we got a live one.
Fresh off the knuckle.
What the hell were you thinking?
I'm thinking this perfectly
good touching stick
is my ticket to being able to feel.
We agreed. No brutality.
And I agreed, but this finger
literally fell into my lap.
See I was waiting for Vic to man
up and get his lady friend back,
and out of nowhere
come these two bad guys.
So I'm like, "What
would a good person do?"
Stop the bad guys, right?
Which I proceeded to do.
It's important that before I
tell you about the car door,
you understand that
I'm basically a hero.
I don't give a damn, Cliff.
Dorothy's missing.
Table the finger and help me find her.
Hang tight, little guy.
You're sure we weren't followed?
Not really.
The Bureau of Normalcy seems
to be everywhere these days.
I'm sorry my son sold us out.
Why are you apologizing? You
were trying to make amends.
And apparently, they'd all
be better off if I were dead.
Well, that may be true,
but I would be bereft.
- You're not coming home?
- I, uh, have a commitment
in town.
- Really?
- Yes.
I need to purchase street clothes
for a rehearsal
of Our Town
by the Cloverton Players.
Community theater, huh?
Well, go ahead and say it.
I'm a vain, selfish person
who'd rather chase fame than support you
in your time of need.
First, I'm not in a time of need.
I'm in a time of regret
and self-loathing.
Second, I doubt it's fame you're chasing
by joining the Cloverton Players.
They're very well-reviewed
in the Cloverton Bugle.
Well, break a leg.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
Right.
Oh.
Oops.
Well, I was going to tell you
to come back to bed, but
looks like you beat me to it.
Mmm. Taking advantage of the disabled.
Class act.
Let's stay in today.
I'm sorry, Vic.
But I live in the real world,
and us normals without a
S.T.A.R. Lab credit card
have to come up with rent, buy food,
and pay off years of medical stuff.
I get it. What kind of medical stuff?
PT from botched corrective surgeries,
pain meds, PTSD meds, anxiety meds,
which, apparently, are
different from PTSD meds.
Sounds expensive.
Cost of doing business with black ops.
But don't you worry.
I'll die long before I
have to pay it all off.
Hey.
Can I look inside of you?
- Ew.
- To see what's broken, I mean.
A hundred times "ew".
There's gotta be a
better way to ask that.
Look
All this crap you're dealing with
is because they ripped
the tech out of you, right?
- Right.
- Well, I happen to know
something about the line
where tech meets flesh.
If I could do a deep scan,
I could figure out how to
relieve some of your pain.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
There's gotta be a
better way to say that.
You can scan my guts if
you tell me about your PTSD.
All the gory details
you're too chicken shit
to share in group.
Maybe you should go back to work.
You're such an asshole.
Okay. Deal.
- Deal?
- Yeah.
You're gonna tell my boss I got a fever?
Mmm-hmm.
You're gonna cough up a day's wages?
Are you gonna do the
- other thing you do?
- Hmm.
- You like that thing, huh?
- I like that thing.
What the hell?
Yoo-hoo. Any pigtailed
pains in the ass down here?
Jane?
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
Chief!
There's something wrong with Jane.
- Where was she?
- The basement.
Was Dorothy with her?
No! Nobody cares about Dorothy!
Jane was in the basement,
covered in this shit.
- Are you gonna help?
- She's breathing.
What the fuck happened?
- She was with Dorothy.
- That's not an answer!
This is Dorothy's doing. But why?
Your daughter did this,
and that's all you got?
What about all this wax?
All you talk about is
how your dumb girl's
gonna end the world,
but you have no idea
how Jane ended up in a fucking coma?
Hey, what's going on?
- Dorothy put Jane in a coma.
- Have you seen her?
Oh, no.
But there's something
else you should see.
Is it Dorothy playing
dress-up with Rita's skin?
No, no. There's a spaceship outside.
Tell them I'm not here.
What?
Hey. Where do you think you're going?
I need to find Dorothy.
Wait, Niles, slow down.
Do you know these guys?
In 1955, the Bureau gave me funding
for my Immortus initiative,
which included sending a
research team into space.
- To do what?
- Research.
I lost contact with
them in the early '60s
and assumed they were dead.
Apparently, they're not.
And their timing couldn't be worse.
What, so, I should just send them away?
No!
Keep them here.
Don't ask me. I don't fucking know.
Hello.
Welcome back to Earth.
I'm Larry Trainor.
And you are
Who are we?
- We are
- The Pioneers of the Uncharted.
Earth's best and brightest,
assembled by benevolent genius,
Niles Caulder.
To pilot the space vessel Icarus
on a three-generations mission
Into the deepest reaches of the unknown.
Pioneers, roll call.
The name's Zip. Hotshot
pilot, nothing scares me.
- Except marriage.
- The name's Specs.
I'm the brains of the op
and a heartbreaker to boot.
And my name is Moscow.
The Russian one!
And together we are
- The Pioneers of the
- Of the Uncharted. Got it.
Zip Callahan. Wow.
You made the back of
my kid's cereal box.
I always wondered what happened to you.
Well, that is a long story.
So, where is benevolent
genius Niles Caulder?
He's, uh He's a little
tied up at the moment.
Hey.
What are they doing?
There was a vote.
A funeral procession seems appropriate.
But we don't know they're dead.
You saw what that thing did to them.
Secretary, I'm gonna
need you to be, like,
10% more self-aware.
This is a construct.
Are you a construct, Jane?
You should be completely
ashamed of yourself.
What does death even mean here?
Personas disappear.
They go dormant for a while.
But there's no evidence
we can even be killed.
Not unless you pull a Miranda
and throw yourself into the well.
No.
There was a vote.
Dorothy.
Come out.
- Come out.
- Dorothy.
You little shit
- Dorothy.
- Dorothy!
Dorothy.
I didn't do it.
It was the Candlemaker. I'm sorry.
I'm leaving.
What the fuck?
What's going on?
Man, when the kid runs
away, she really runs away.
Damn it, Cliff, keep up.
There's no time to lose.
Pretty sure she's gone.
You and I are gonna bring her back.
Here. Take this. We'll need it.
Uh, Chief, I'm sorry your
daughter ran away to space!
But we've got a patient
on the table in there
who we might actually
be able to Whoa!
You had a fucking
spaceship in this garage
the whole time?
When I lost contact with the first ship,
I saw no reason to use the second.
The fuck
Make sure the airlock
shuts behind you, Cliff.
Things may be rusty.
- When did you build this?
- 1955,
pre-Sputnik. Technically speaking,
I invented space travel.
Fuck! And 30 years later,
you still couldn't build
me a working hand.
I've always done the best I
could with what I get, Cliff.
And in the '50s, science still
hadn't mastered basic rocketry,
so I mixed my science with
a little bit of borrowed magic.
You know what?
I think you can solo this one, Chief.
I'm not in a rush to
get stranded in space
on your homebrew devil-ship.
Give me the apple, Cliff. We need fuel.
Cliff, I need you. Dorothy needs you.
In case I haven't been clear,
fuck Dorothy!
I'm Team Jane,
and I'd rather sit uselessly by her side
than chase your brat across the cosmos.
Listen to me, Cliff!
If you ever want my help with your body
in the short time that I have left,
you will shut your damned mouth
and retrieve my child.
Fuck it.
I'm going to space.
Of course. I'm fucking going to space.
What the hell was she thinking?
Does she have any idea
what I've done for her?
She thinks she can hide from me.
I'll lock on to her coordinates.
She takes my ship to get away.
I built the damn thing!
She's too dangerous
to go traipsing around,
pretending that her actions
don't have any consequences!
No wonder she fucking ran.
All systems go, Chief.
Looks like the old dog's
got some new tricks.
What a whiz!
Seems our reunion will have to wait.
Yeah. About the whole
benevolent genius thing
I should probably warn you.
Oh, bust my chops, will ya?
I got you, you smooth little pip.
Gravity. What a treat!
We've been in space for 65 years.
It's gotten weird.
My real name is Valentina Vostok.
Vostok?
The cosmonaut?
Your disappearance was the
talk of the Mercury Program.
And you must be Captain Trainor.
Your reputation in the
Air Force precedes you.
Preceded.
That was a long time ago.
You have a Negative Spirit?
Seems we have much to discuss.
- Isabel. Isabel Feathers.
- Gertrude.
Oh, no, thank you.
I I've seen this play so many times,
- I'm already off-book.
- Oh.
Wow. But isn't the script
still being written?
The script for Our Town? No.
I think Thornton Wilder
finished it quite some time ago.
I see where you're confused.
We're not doing Our Town.
We're doing Our Town!
Welcome to the first
readthrough of Our Town.
The script is woven from
first-person testimonies,
newspaper reports, journals,
and what we know in hindsight
about the day our town
was sucked into the ground.
Tonally, kind of, like,
The Laramie Project.
But more important.
We'll read through Act One,
"The Day the Monsters Attacked".
We'll cruise right through Act Two,
"Life as a Series of Portraits",
we'll break for lunch, and
then we'll tackle Act Three,
"What We Talk about When
We Talk About the Donkey".
Let's begin.
What part are you playing?
The Blob Lady.
Sixty-five years ago,
Niles Caulder assembled a small team
for a top-secret project.
We were chasing a cosmic entity,
a teleporting rift that would
appear in the night sky.
The mission was to find
a pattern in the cosmic radiation,
which Niles believed was a source
of time-dilating power.
A key to immortality.
That puts your mission at 1955,
six years before my accident.
- Accident?
- Yeah.
Niles used your research to send my X-15
straight into that cosmic
radiation. Hence
- this.
- Then our mission was a success.
- How fortunate.
- Fortunate?
- We sense you are angry.
- You sense correctly.
That rift ruined my life.
For us, it was a gift.
But we do recall being upset for a time.
The rift kept moving.
The Pioneers chased
it deeper into space.
We lost contact with Earth,
but Niles had insisted
the mission was vital, so
when we next caught up to it,
I went on a spacewalk to take a sample.
When I touched the energy
Well, you know the rest.
Not exactly, because I was irradiated.
If I remove these bandages
People die. Yes.
That happened to this body, too,
before we learnt to contain
the radiation within our skin.
We had to live in our ship's airlock.
- It was a difficult five years.
- Five years?
Yes. I am embarrassed to say
it took five years to
reach harmony with my
- spirit, as you call it.
- Five years.
You learned to master
that thing in five years.
How long did it take you?
Ah
Well
For us, the change happened
when there stopped
being an "I" and a "She".
The pass to infinite harmony
was to accept, there is only now, "We".
Infinite harmony.
In five years.
How weird do you want me to get?
Mmm, just tell the truth.
Okay.
I was trying to save an old friend,
a guy named Niles Caulder.
Then an omniscient bad guy
put a viral thought in my head.
What if I can't trust my own dad?
Next thing, I was
beating my old man to death.
- Holy shit.
- Yo, I'm skipping over
a pocket universe in a donkey,
a world-ending cult,
a world-saving cult,
a secret government branch
that housed a pack
of flesh-eating butts.
- Wait. Are you being for real right now?
- For real.
- For real, for real.
- For real, for real?
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I'm laughing at your PTSD.
Look, this is why I can't do group.
Hold still. I'm trying
to get a good image.
- My bad, my bad.
- Come on.
Yo.
What is this?
What?
Did you used to have
tech fused to your spine?
Oh, yeah.
That old thing.
Yeah, there was a
skeletal support system
before they ripped it out.
Experimental weapons ain't light.
One of these broken
attachment points is
Leaking poison into my organs.
Uh-oh. You kind of
sound like my doctors.
It's kind of sexy.
You knew this?
Roni, this stuff could kill you.
No, Vic. This stuff is killing me.
As in, doctors stumped
and chemicals classified.
I told you I'd die before I
pay off my bills, didn't I?
Jokes.
Nice defense.
I don't have many other options.
Okay, I'm hacking the military.
What?
If I can figure out
what's inside of you,
I can figure out how to neutralize it.
Uh-uh. Don't you dare
make me your project.
I am not your redemption story, okay?
And if you're so worried
about being a bad guy,
how about not hacking the
government on my behalf?
It's a small price to
pay for what I've done.
Oops. Hacked the government.
Found your blueprints.
You fucker.
Okay, let's see.
Oh, big parts list.
Lot of sub-contractors.
Here we go.
Materials vendors.
Wait, wait, wait. Does
that say "S.T.A.R. Labs"?
And "Caulder Robotics".
You can't run away, Dorothy.
I don't want to talk to you.
You shouldn't be upset.
The beast was a child's thing.
You need a new friend.
A new protector.
Shut up.
You don't even sound like yourself.
Since when do you know so many words?
As you grow up, so do I.
This is all your fault.
I didn't want to hurt Jane.
Yes, Dorothy, you did.
You made a wish.
Go away.
Big-girl wishes have
big-girl consequences.
But never fear.
I'll always be by your
side if you need me.
I said, go away!
Hey.
Have you seen her before?
No.
Her station's deep.
Do you think this is why she exists?
To mourn?
You think the girl
expected to bury two of us?
I'm just saying each
of us serves a purpose.
What does it mean if Baby Doll's dead?
Less playtime,
more adulthood.
Maybe that's fucking normal.
But she's one of the only
ones who trusted men.
Who wanted their affection.
And look where it got her.
So, that's it?
We're just going to
destroy that part of us?
Forever?
If you got a better plan, primary,
we're all ears.
Kay?
Do you know what's going on out there?
I'm responsible for this.
I made us stay.
But now, I don't know how to fix it.
Just tell me you're okay.
Tell me I didn't hurt you.
Please.
What am I supposed to do?
Knowing is your job.
So, you have no idea
about the off-market
blueprints I sent over?
S.T.A.R. Labs is a big company, son.
With lots of clients.
This seems pretty relevant
to your interests, Dad.
What's your angle on this?
- It shouldn't matter.
- I'm not gonna dig deeper
on classified military tech
without some context.
It's for this girl, okay?
It's her schematic, they
ripped this stuff out of
A girl?
Vic, you buried the lede.
- Dad?
- I should have seen the signs.
Hacking secret documents,
poking around dark
corners of the military.
It's young love.
- Little fatherly advice?
- Pass.
Slow down.
Get to know this girl better.
People involved with
high-tech black ops
Oh, really?
Says the man whose own company
sold tech to the same black ops.
Seriously.
How could you let this happen?
I'm gonna level with you, son.
That kind of money
is what makes you possible.
Smooth little pip!
Oh, come here, you.
You old dog.
She is your family?
No.
But she may be the
only family I have left.
When you think of your family,
your spirit grows restless.
- We see it.
- Oh, yeah?
Maybe that's because my own son
just tried to imprison both of us.
And my grandson got shot in the gut.
Such a loving, healthy family reunion.
Prompted, by the way, by the spirit.
I wouldn't even know my
other son committed suicide
if this thing hadn't shown me.
What if it's trying to tell you
that you can release your
dead son from your conscience.
The past can chain us to old wounds,
traumas from our youth.
There is relief in letting the past go.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
And this Zen master
bullshit isn't helpful.
It's inhuman.
My son killed himself,
because he was obsessed
with his absentee father.
And if that's not worth
being tormented by,
I don't know what is.
This is my fault.
I was so desperate to
give Dorothy a family
before I'm
gone.
I pushed Jane before she was ready.
Jane's like a daughter to me,
Cliff, you must understand.
I just wanted Dorothy
to be normal.
Which made me a terrible
father and a bastard
and quite possibly responsible
for the world's end.
Is she really that dangerous?
I isolated her.
And in her terror, she
spawned imaginary creatures.
But as she got older
the creatures became more dangerous.
Even here
left to her own devices,
she could unleash a being so powerful
it would cleave the Earth in two.
All it would take
is for Dorothy to wish it so.
Please, Cliff.
Tell her
all will be forgiven.
Tell her I love her.
Tell her anything.
Just get her back.
What you makin'?
A grave.
Do you need help?
No.
Can I sit here for a while?
And that's when I realized
I could make them pay.
The ones who laughed at me,
called me freak, goo girl, Mrs. Melty.
Oh, they'd pay.
I'd suffocate them all
under the weight
of my rage!
Very nice work, everyone.
Um
Very nice work, uh,
but we didn't get all
the way through it.
We didn't?
But more pages and
revisions coming soon.
This is beautiful work.
Important work.
Let's pick it up again tomorrow.
Hey, Gertrude, nice job today.
Thanks.
I so love the humanity
that you brought to the bee keeper.
I mean, who knew the attack on Cloverton
killed so many bees?
The way you eulogized them, oh.
I could feel your pain.
Have you acted before?
Once or twice.
- Mmm.
- If I could offer one thought.
- It's not a note, simply an observation.
- Sure.
- The Blob Lady.
- Mmm-hmm.
I wonder
if she's more human.
Not quite so drive-in picture monster.
After all,
villains think that they're the
heroes of their own stories.
Oh, no.
I thought I was playing that.
Shoot!
Like,
I even did a deep-dive character bio
for background because
all the first-hand
accounts of the event were so sketchy.
A biography.
Do tell.
Well, the way I see it,
the Blob Lady didn't
actually seem to enjoy
being so big.
Which means she probably
started off small.
But her dress was fancy, like
she wanted to be seen.
There's a neediness there,
like a little girl trapped
in a woman's body
still desperately vying
for the approval of her father.
Mother.
Right. Of course, it's the mother.
That lines up so much better. Thank you.
So, the Blob Lady
has been craving attention
for so long,
she is terrified that when
people see what she is,
what she really is,
they are going to run screaming
because she is hideous inside and out.
Just, like, completely unlovable,
unlookable, unfuckable.
And then, everything her mother
always said about her
would be proven true.
And the sick joke of it all,
is that her resentment of her mother
is the one thing keeping her
from what she was always meant to do.
What is she meant to do?
Suck the entire world
into the folds of her
big, disgusting body.
Anyway, thank you.
I will work on that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Well
I've found my nemesis.
Come here, you smooth little pip.
All right, hotshot, you're a real whiz.
Hey. Hey, hey.
What's your deal?
I'm Zip, hotshot pilot.
Nothing scares him, except marriage.
No, I know. I mean,
how are you so young?
You're not telling me you
have spirits in you, too?
The name's Specs.
I'm the brains of the op.
And a heartbreaker to boot.
How are you still alive?
They're not.
Zip and Specs died a long time ago.
Come here, you smooth little pip.
Gravity, what a treat.
What is this?
The bodies of Zip and Specs
were invaded by a benign spore
from a distant planet some years ago.
The men you see before you are husks,
autopiloted by some
foreign plant matter.
Is it contagious?
We don't believe so.
In fact, we,
mostly she,
sense that bringing their
bodies into Earth's atmosphere
would kill the spores.
You came back to bury them?
We need to put the past behind us,
if we are ever going to travel farther.
Nothing scares me.
Bust my chops, will you?
Come here, you dog. Bust my chops
I'm sorry I've been so irritable.
Sounds like you've been through hell.
We don't see it that way.
Even suffering has its own meaning.
And there is always beauty in meaning.
We have seen much.
And Earth is still the most
beautiful place in the galaxy.
Because it's a spinning
orb of constant suffering?
Yes.
Exactly.
Is Jane okay?
I have no idea.
Now I understand why my
dad is so scared of me.
I keep messing things up.
Daddy.
Jane.
The more I'm out here in the world
the more I'm sure I'm a bad person.
I'm going to stay up here,
away from anyone I can hurt.
- Forever.
- Mmm.
I don't think that's how oxygen works.
Cool rocks, though.
Who's it for?
Manny.
Your imaginary friend?
You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
My mom gave him to me.
He was the last piece of her I had.
My daughter lost her mom, too.
When she was young.
Too young to remember much
of her at all, I'm guessing.
But from what I can tell,
she turned out to be
a really good person.
The truth is,
we're all struggling to figure out
what kind of people we are.
Jane included.
She'll understand, I promise you.
Sometimes a person hurts so bad,
all they can imagine is that
everyone wants to hurt each other.
But that's not true.
You're not alone.
I know you want to be alone right now.
But trust me, that'll pass.
Always does.
It's pretty.
Yeah.
I'm glad we came here.
Never again.
Dorothy
you must promise me
you will never make another wish
for as long as you live.
I promise.
Christ, that's sad.
My name is Zip, hotshot pilot.
Name is Specs,
brains of our
Any last words?
Yes.
If ever any fruit grows here,
don't eat it.
My name is Zip, hotshot pilot.
Rest in peace, Pioneers.
I hope it was all
painless.
Thank you for your help.
Now, it is time for us to leave.
Back to space?
Eventually.
First, we will see my old home.
How it has changed.
How we've been forgotten.
Then, maybe,
we'll be able to sever
our final bond to Earth.
And you?
I'm going to return to my family.
But I'm not going to sever ties.
I'm going to mend them, or die trying.
If you ever need a new
perspective on Earth,
I highly recommend space.
Is that what you want, buddy?
You know what? Doesn't matter.
For as long as you're in a human body,
we're going to act like a human being.
And human beings need family.
Why are you stopping?
What if he's in there?
He's in there.
He's always in there.
Well, then we'll beat the
shit out of him. All of us.
Come on.
Let's just get this over with.
Don't!
Don't do it.
I'm primary.
I'm responsible for all of us,
and I say we have to give
the broken ones time to mend.
We don't know anything.
We don't know how this happened.
We don't know how this works!
The one thing we do know
is that there's no going back from here.
You seem to know a lot about the well
for someone who's never been inside it.
- Miranda.
- The one and only.
I thought you killed yourself.
I did. I threw my battered
body down the well,
and in time, I was reborn
as they shall be.
Sweet child
Fierce protector
It is time.
It's okay.
It's just their stations collapsing.
We won't need them anymore.
Now what?
If you'll kindly step
aside as primary
I'll show you what the girl wants.
Wow.
What are we all so angry about?
So,
her imaginary friends took out
two of Jane's imaginary selves.
Do we need to have an
imaginary intervention?
There's nothing funny
about a damaged mind, Cliff.
I fear Jane may never be the same.
Be sure to secure Dorothy's
helmet before re-entry.
Thank you, Cliff. I promise I'll never
ask another favor of you.
Hey, for what it's worth,
the kid, she's all right.
She is special, isn't she?
She's all right.
But she deserves to be safe, happy.
Even after you're gone.
And if that means showing up for her
and acting like a real family,
then what the hell?
I'm in.
Let's go home.
That means the world to me, Cliff
but we're not going home.
What are you doing? Niles?
What the fuck are you
No!
Fuck!
Greg, move your head!