Doom Patrol (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Frances Patrol - full transcript

[Larry] Previously on
Doom Patrol...

-Who are you, again?
-The Beard Hunter.

[Ernest]
Your facial hair connects me
directly to the brain stem.

-You're not in control.
-[Vic] Grid, stop!

Careful!

[Rita] What the hell happened
back there?

[Vic] Ever since
my reset button got pushed,

something's been wrong
in my system.

The rest of the team
can't know. They'll worry
I'm turning into that

psychopath
in Jane's painting.

[Jane] If you want
your life back, why don't
you just call her?



-[Cliff] Who?
-[Jane] Your daughter.

[Cliff]
What the hell is she doing
with Bump?

-[screams]
-[bang]

There's supposed
to be a man there.

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

[John] I have no say
in our relationship, Larry.

[Larry] Because I'm the one
who actually has
something to lose.

[John] Larry, you there, bud?

It's John.

-I'll be right here.
-Go.

[Rita] Has anybody seen her
like this before?

-[Cliff] How do we pull
her out?
-[Larry gasps]

[ballad playing on radio]

[gasps]



[car door closes]

-[knocking on door]
-[man] Open up.

Captain Trainor,
are you in there?

Who wants to know?

Military police.

[doorknob rattling]

Keep your hands where
I can see 'em.

You asshole!

[John chuckles]

-[keys clatter]
-Had you going there.

[both chuckle]

[both moan]

How'd you find me?

Easy.

A motel in the middle
of nowhere.

-Not a soul in sight.
-[Larry chuckles]

Now, you want to tell me
what the hell this is?

Where we are?

[sighs]

-Do we care?
-Hell, no.

[both breathing heavily]

["Moon River" playing on radio]

-Smell this.
It smells like heaven.
-[sniffing]

-Smells good.
-[John laughs]

-To us.
-[glasses clinking]

And whatever the hell this is.

And to whatever
the hell this is.

Okay, so, the truck,
that made sense.

That was our place.

But this, we've never been here
before, so it's not a memory.

Fever dream, maybe?

Oh. Oh.

[scoffs] I'm dead, aren't I?

[chuckles] Are you dead?
What are you talking about?

Far from it.

I used to drive by
this place when I was
going up the coast,

and I told myself,

"Someday, I'm going
to go there with John Bowers."

I guess today is someday.

So this is how you wanted it.

-[chuckles]
-Are you happy now?

It's perfect.

-Let's get to it, then.
-Uh-huh.

-[John sighs]
-Hey. Careful.
Don't choke on it.

Look at you, mother-hen.
Why do you care so much?

Because I love you.

You know, I always wanted to--

[gasps]

[Cliff distorted]
What the hell
happened here?

[Rita and Vic distorted]
Long story.

[Vic distorted]
What happened in there?

[Cliff distorted]
Not my story to tell.

-I get it.
-[Cliff] The good thing is,
she's back.

And... I think she's back.

[Rita] Are you okay, Larry?

Yeah.

Take me back, pal.

Please.

Please, take me back.

[scoffs]

[newscaster on TV]
Protesters have gathered
outside the armed robbery trial

of Steve Larson, also known as
Animal Vegetable Mineral Man,

who, just yesterday,
took the stand and said
that he would rather, quote,

"take a bullet" than testify
against his alleged partner
in crime, his dinosaur head.

In other bizarro news,
Florida man Bump Weathers

was massacred by a giant
alligator this weekend

and died in a tragic accident.

Weathers was a long time
pit crew boss
to '80s car racing

phenom Cliff Steele.

Locals say that Weathers' bar,
Salty Bump's,

is the hub of Cypressville,
and he shall be missed.

Bump is survived
by his daughter, Clara.

-[voice 1] You're
creating disharmony.
-[voice 2] You're the primary.

[voice 3] Listen.
You're the one on top.

-[voice 4] An equilibrium.
-[voice 1] The more things
remain out of balance...

-[voice 5] There are rules.
-[voice 1] ...the more all of
us are vulnerable.

I once took a respite
at Rockhaven Sanitarium
in Glendale.

The food was horrendous.
But Marilyn Monroe's mother

-was my roommate.
-Your point?

It's essential
to rest the mind.

Is that what you think
I was doing?

-Resting my mind?
-The point is,

now that you're up and about,
I feel that you owe me an apology.

[scoffs]

Not since I understudied
Bette Davis, have I been
so monomaniacally manipulated,

mind-controlled,
and emotionally abused.

Karen!

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Karen's cray-cray.

Yup.

That's it?

[scoffs] That's your apology?

Do I look like I'm living
in a late '90s rom-com, Rita?

Why? Because I'm not
fucking Karen!

If you happen to see her--

Sure. Mmm-hmm, except, no,

because what I'm trying
to do now is stay out
of my head and find the Chief,

which is why I called
[yells] a team meeting!

Hello!

[Cliff]
Jane called this meeting?

Yes. Jane call meeting.

All right,
where's Vic and Larry?

Oh. [yells] Thanks a lot, guys!

[beeping]

[Vic] We're in.

-[keyboard clacking]
-Hey, Grid, I'm here.

[beeping]

Probably because I removed
your operating system
from my body, big guy.

Huh.

Maybe it's because you're
still rebooting.

Ever since we hit SOS
and my arm regenerated,

I've never felt so good.

[chuckles] LOL.

-[keyboard clacking]
-Is that why my sonic cannon

got all jacked up
with the Beard Hunter?

-[keyboard clacking]
-How much stronger am I?

-[keyboard clacking]
-But I don't see any more
cybernetic growth.

Grid, please confirm.

What?

In summary,
it was very unpleasant.

[claps hands and exhales]

Dear Chief,
sorry we never found you.

We have no excuse, other than
we're utterly incompetent.

Oh, oh, look. We got a clue.
From a teleporting,
gender-queer street.

And based on Rita's description,
we are now looking for,

and I quote, "A hunky fellow,
known as 'Hero of the Beach.'"

Signed, the fucking totally
useless Doom Patrol.

-[Cliff] We're not the Doom Patrol.
-God, no.

[Jane] We will be,
if we don't get our shit together.

The Hero of the Beach
is Flex Mentallo.

That's right.
How did you know that?

Look at the cereal box.

-Mentall-Os!
-Ah.

Oh, you know what?

You know what we need
right now?

Is a man

to eat the Chief's beard hair
and track his essence.

Oh, but wait.

[scoffs] We had
an actual Beard Hunter
here in Doom Manor.

A hair-gobbling bloodhound
that could have led us

straight to the Chief,
but no.

And what's up with you?

[Cliff] Bump's dead.

Bump? The guy who screwed
your wife?

-You should be happy.
-[Cliff] I am. I'm not.

I need to see Clara.

So you're gonna bail
on us and go to some
homewrecker's funeral?

[Cliff] She's my daughter.

Cliff, this is awful.
You should be there.

Flit, take me to Salty Bump's.

Don't talk to Flit.

Flit, Clara's at Bump's bar

-in Cypressville--
-We are not your shuttle!

Because nobody jumped in
to save you when you were
in need, right, Jane?

Nobody.

And I mean nobody saved me.

-I vote we take this down
a notch.
-[Rita] No, no, no.

Ah! Hey. Here we go!

-[Rita] Where are we?
-The Sunshine State.

-[Rita] Florida?
-Enjoy!

[Cliff] Deep breaths. [exhales]

[breathing deeply]

What's wrong?
You wanted to come.

Uh, my daughter who thinks
I died 30 years ago
is inside that bar.

She needs someone to lean on
right now.

She needs a hero! Oh!

Phew! Boy! Dizzy.

It's just nerves.

Every performer worth
their salt gets them.

-[clears throat] It means you care.
-[groans]

Now, stand up straight.

Repeat after me.

Red leather, yellow leather.

"Red leather, yellow--"
What? Why?

Blow your lips, like a horse.

[blowing lips]

-No lips.
Part of why I'm nervous.
-Right.

Ah! How about take a deep,
cleansing breath

all the way up through
your diaphragm.

Haaaah.

[Cliff] Uh, I'm good.

[country music playing]

[people chattering]

Oh, goody, we fit right in.

Hey, Metallica!

Y'all friends of Bump's?

-[Cliff] Uh...
-Who wasn't?

What a lovely man.
Tragic loss.

[Cliff] Hi.

I see you're admiring
Bump's handiwork.

He made this Halloween costume
for my friend years ago.

-No shit.
-Hmm.

-Do you mind?
-[Cliff] What? Mind, what?

[Cliff whispering] Rita.

Huh.

-[Cliff] Rita.
-Reckon he used a Heliarc
or a MIG?

-[man] It's a MIG.
-[Cliff] Rita.

-That's carbon steel,
you jackass.
-[Cliff] Rita.

I'll be damned.

-[Cliff] Rita.
-Oh! Would you boys excuse us?

[Rita] Hmm.

Well, butter my backside
and call me Biscuit.

What can I get for you,
pretty lady?

Gin and tonic.

I want to fend off
the mosquitoes while I'm here.

Good idea.
Something for your friend?

Oh, no, he's on the wagon.

Poor thing. Sharaine!

G&T for the lady, and I'll take
another pitcher of beer.

[Sharaine] You got it, honey.

Survey says you are not
from around here.

-Too classy.
-[chuckles]

Name's Big D.

-Gertrude Cramp.
-[Cliff] Huh?

Ah, but most people call
me Gertie.

So, Gertie. You and tea kettle
there an item?

Heavens, no.
He's just an old friend of the family.

Well, in that case,
maybe you'd like to split
a basket of chicken with me?

I'd be delighted, Big D.

[Big D] Sharaine.

A basket of chicken.

You got it, Big D.

[Big D laughs]

[Rita] Hmm.

[Vic grunts]

[groaning]

[blood dripping]

[gasps] Oh, God.

[sighs]

[gasps]

No. No, no, no.

No! No.

[knocking on door]

[Jane] Yo!

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

She's old as fuck,
but she's still alive.

"Wow. That's great, Jane."

We're meeting her in an hour.

-[bangs on door]
-Hello!

Hello, what?

Look, just go meet her.
You don't need my permission.

Listen, Vic-wad,
you're the genius
who got a talking street

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

Flex is MIA and...

Well, his wife, Dolores,
is all we got, so...

I need your help, Vic.

[sighs]

Okay. Uh...

[sighs] Just give me a minute.

[Rita] So you knew Bump?

-We was neighbors.
-Hmm.

And I must have told him
1,000 times,

if he's going looking for
Frances, I will go with him.

But did he call? Hell, no.

Was Frances his girlfriend?

No. Frances is the name
of the gator what ended up

eating his sorry ass.
She's a legend.

A lot of folks figure
she ate the Unabomber.

-And now, Bump.
-Yeah.

Poor old Bump.

He ended up in the belly
of that godforsaken beast

somewhere's out there
in the Okefenokee Swamp.

That don't surprise me
none either.

Most gator hunters know,
they see Frances coming,

-they gonna skedaddle.
-Mmm.

But not old Bump.

He just rushed
right into danger.

[Cliff] And straight into
my wife's crotch.

Say... Say what, now?

[laughs] Just kidding.
Bump was awesome.

[chuckles] Why'd Bump want
to catch Frances anyway?

Well, you know Bump.

I mean, he's...
Get a wild hair,
and not think things through

and end up doing
something stupid.

Yeah. Like screwing someone
else's wife!

-[Rita clears throat]
-I'm just kidding. Again.

[woman] Thank you, Clara.

[inaudible]

[Larry] Please, I want to go
back to that dream.

I'll never ask again.

Maybe you're tired.
I get it. Okay?

But why'd you take me
all the way there

if you weren't going
to let me play
the whole thing out?

[sighs]

I need to see him, pal. Please.

[gasps]

-[people chattering]
-[jazz music playing]

Excuse me.

Hey, hey, hey,
where you heading?

Stay and talk.

No, thanks.
I'm looking for somebody.

[John] First of all, you're
underestimating writing
stream of consciousness.

[man] Okay, look,
all I'm saying is that anybody

could get loaded and write
the first thing
that comes to mind.

[John] But this one
is different. This one
is different.

Okay, there's a wicked wind,
wild orgy.

And they get so wasted,
they blow off dinner
with Henry Miller.

-Can you imagine?
-I would never forgive myself.

-You'll love it.
-You had me at Henry Miller.

-You had me at orgy.
-Oh, you're so bad!

-[all laughing]
-You came?

-[Larry] Hey.
-Boy, you came!

-Thank God I found you.
-Oh.

Guys, this is the Larry
I was telling you about.

-Hey.
-Down, boy. You know he's taken.

Who cares? It's a free country.
I mean, look at him.

[man] Oh, my gosh, stop it.
Look, he's blushing.

Hey, can we go?

[laughs] You just got here.
Relax.

Enjoy yourself. Get a drink.

Okay.

All right, bud.

He's cute.

[man] Oh, my gosh.
He looks like a movie star.

[sighs heavily]

What the hell, pal?
Change it back to the motel.

I mean it.

We're trying to work together
here, right?

This isn't what I want.
Change it back. Now.

[man]
Are you gonna play something?

[country music playing]

Woman,
you love you some chicken.

[laughs] Uh-huh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Here I go.

[Cliff muttering]

[Sharaine whistles]

Everybody, shut the fuck up,
so Clara can say something.

-I don't know if I--
-Oh, come on,
get on up there, hon.

We want to hear from you.

[sighs] Okay.

Thanks.

You a friend of Bump's?

Yeah, I am. Yeah.

Well, I'm real glad
you're here.

Well, um, I just want to thank
y'all for coming out today.

This would have meant
a lot to my dad. [voice breaking]

Y'all know Bump took me in
after the accident.

He taught me
the important things,

like how to tie a cherry stem
knot with my tongue. [laughs]

-[all laughing]
-How to change my alternator.
How to kick a guy in the balls.

[all laughing]

That's probably
why I'm still single.

[all laugh]

Um...

Anyhoo, uh...

When I turned 18,
we made it official,

and Bump adopted me.

I had gotten this little
inheritance when
my birth parents died,

and part of that
was this gold watch.

It meant a lot to me.

But what meant more to me
was this man who had cared for me

and asked for nothing
in return.

[chuckles] I don't know.
Maybe it was silly,

but that gold watch
was the most valuable thing
I owned,

and I wanted him
to have it.

So I had it inscribed,
"To Dad, you're my hero."

And... And I gave it to him
when the adoption was final.

Yeah. [sniffles]

Y'all know Bump had this urgent
way of looking at life, like
it was ice cream on a hot day,

and he just had to eat it fast.
Carpe Diem, he'd say,

which he said was Latin
for, "Don't waste
a goddamn minute,

'cause you never know
when your time is up."

[voice breaking]
Well, that stupid idiot,
he was out there

just Carpe -fucking-Dieming
when he went into
the belly of a gator

and took that damn watch
with him.

Makes no sense why he did it.

But it also makes no sense
why he'd take a little girl
under his wing

when he had his whole life
ahead of him.

So, uh...

So here's to the good things
that make no sense.

Here's to my dad.
He'll always be my hero.
[chuckles]

[all cheering]

-Did you talk to her?
-No, I didn't talk to her!

But she was right there!

Didn't you hear what she said?
Bump was her hero!

Of course, he was.
He raised her.

It's not a competition, Cliff.

Are you crazy?
He took in an orphan girl.

How am I gonna beat that?

I think your love
and a sincere apology
should suffice.

No, no, no, no.

Frances.

What?

["Moon River" playing]

Come on.

Come on.

-[Larry] What?
-Come on.

Dark corner,
away from everybody.

[chuckles]

-One dance.
-Okay.

-One dance.
-I'll take what I can get.

-[Larry scoffs]
-Hey, you asked for context.
Here it is.

We're in the heart
of the happening, Larry.

-I know. I know.
-This is it.

I get it. I get it.
It's just...

-It's a lot.
-[chuckles]

Hey, appreciate
what we have here.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

Back home in Erie, Rawhide
didn't open until '79.

Shit.

Until then, the nearest gay bar
was six hours away in Philly.

Rawhide?

Erie, PA. What are you saying?

[John chuckles]

I'm saying, we're safe here.

[Larry] And we'd be safe
back at that motel.

Look, I know, I know
I should be okay
with all this,

but there's no privacy here.

-Who's gonna see you
here, Larry?
-What?

-I don't know.
-Because,

right now,
we could go anywhere.

We could do anything.

But we can't

because, even in this dream,
or whatever the hell this is,

you're still worried about
what other people think.

-No, no...
-Yes. Yes, you are.

Yes, you are.

If you're not running
from the military,
it's your wife.

-And if it's not your wife...
-Hey.

-...then it's a table
of perfectly wonderful guys.
-That is not it.

I just want us alone.
I want to be with you.

[loudly] Then be with me,
Larry. Here!

Or at the table or at the bar!
What does it matter
as long as we're together?

Okay. Okay. You're right, okay?
I need to change.

[scoffs] Don't you think
you would've
if you could've by now?

You've got to let go, Larry.

The world has changed,
and you've stayed the same.

Hiding out in the back
of pickup trucks, holing up
in out-of-the-way motels.

Never breaking out
of your damn box.

What kind of life is that?

John.

John, I swear, I'll change.
Just give me a chance.

I'm all out of chances, Larry.

I don't want to spend
my last days like this.

What?

You want a chance? Take one.

John. John!

John!

John!

[panting]

What is going on?
What's happening?

Answer me!

Look, I know you're not
the best communicator, okay?
Join the club.

Why did John say he didn't
want to spend his last days
like this?

What chance
am I supposed to take?

[sighs] Come on, pal.
Come on, pal.

Help me out.

What's going on?

[sighs]

"Erie"?

Is that it?

[Rita] Did you not hear
what Big D said?

People that go after Frances
never come back.

This is insane,
even for you, Cliff.

Why'd you tell Big D
that your name
was Gertrude Cramp?

Because, unlike you,
I'm not running away anymore.

I'm trying to face my fears
and remember who I was

before I was Rita Farr.

Gertrude is my real name.

Well, then I want to be
Clara's dad again.

That's who I was
before I became this tool shed.

But I can't do it without
that watch.

This is about a watch?

A watch isn't going
to win her back.

All a girl wants
is her father's time.

Well, I blew that.
All I can do now
is make up for it.

Why don't you just buy
a new watch?

What is so special
about that watch?

Because
it's my fucking watch. Okay!

I won it in the Dallas Speedway
in 1976 in a neck-in-neck
with Flip Jackson.

And that watch means
something to her.
So, if I have to bear wrestle

an alligator
to prove that
I still care about her,

then, God damn it,
that's what I'm gonna do.

Ooh! Well,
what about me?

What am I supposed to do
while you wade into
the heart of darkness?

Stand on the shore?

Wait to be eaten alive
by some tsetse horde?

-I don't care.
-[flies buzzing]

[exclaims and sighs]

I should have had another
gin and tonic.

[sighs]

Ugh!

-[Rita grunting]
-[frog croaking]

[doorbell rings]

Hello, can I help you?

I'm an old friend of John's.

From the military.

Captain Larry Trainor.

[gasps] I can't believe it.

-The bandages.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I was just
in the neighborhood,

-and I wondered if he--
-Of course. Come in.

He's been drifting in and out.

And your ears must have been
burning, 'cause he keeps
saying your name.

[chuckles]

[John] Larry.

You son of a bitch.

I can't believe you came.

[Larry] Hey.

[John sighs]

I...

I thought it was all a dream.

I had a bad fever
for about a week.

I conked out.
I saw the white light.

I thought,
"Well, John, old boy,

it was a good run.

Wheels up. All systems go."

But when I got closer
to the light...

[sighs] I saw you.

Good God.

That steak sandwich
was fucking awesome, wasn't it?
[laughing]

[Larry] I'd go back
to that motel in a heartbeat.

[sighs]

I gotta be honest with you.

At this stage in my life,
I'm too old to ask how.

You're here, Larry.

[John sighs]

You're here.

[chuckles]

It's so romantic in here,
amongst the diapers
and decongestant, isn't it?

[laughs and sighs]

Let's go to the porch.

And, if you don't mind,
darling,

-I need a lift.
-You got it.

[John grunts]

[Larry] Up we go. [grunts]

[John] Good God,
you're still so strong.

What I said in the bar,
it was selfish of me

to bring my crap into
our fantasy. I'm sorry.

[Larry] Are you kidding?
I'm here because
of what you said.

Part of me hoped you'd come.

Let's face it,
other than Evette,
I got no one left.

Everyone's croaked.

That's what
they don't tell you.

You enter wearing diapers
and eating baby food,

and you exit
the same damned way.

It's just my way of saying,

I'm very glad you came,

Larry Trainor.

This is where she said
to meet, right?

[doors open]

Where the hell is she?

She's old. Give her a minute.

Dude, this aggro thing
is not working for you.

-Talk to me.
-Okay, look...

[sighs]

I'm all jacked up.

-Okay. Meaning?
-Meaning...

When the Beard Hunter
came at me, Grid went haywire,

activated my sonic cannon.

I could have taken out Rita,
Negative Spirit, you.

-Okay, so how's Grid now?
-I don't know.

-I turned it off.
-Isn't it like an integral
part of you?

Yeah.

The totally fucked up part,
with a mind of its own.

But how can you even move?
Doesn't Grid control, like,

-all your parts?
-No. Grid's just my software.

Still. Do you think
you should have just--

I had to do what I had to do.

So I had to shut
that shit down.

Have you ever felt like

there's something inside of you
that could do major damage
if you don't take control?

I feel like that
all the fucking time.

The difference is
I legitimately have no control.

I can't just shut
that shit down.

Okay? If I could, I would have
done it a long time ago.

Why not just suck it up
and call your dad?

-The painting.
-Dude, I saw that painting

when I was inside a donkey.

It's mind-fuckery-vomit art

from the fetid mind
of Mr. Nobody, dude.

I mean, consider the source.

Except it's happening.
I saw it with my own eyes.

The machine's taking over.

And I can't stop it.

Fuck.

What about you? Why are you
suddenly interested in
rescuing the Chief?

I just can't stop thinking
about that old folks home.

The Doom Patrol.

Chief was gonna lock me
up there, and I deserve to know why.

-The Chief has his reasons
for everything.
-Then I need to hear it.

From him.

He owes me that.

[man] I know you were with him.
I fucking saw you.

-Don't fucking lie to me!
-[woman crying] I'm not lying
to you. I swear!

-[man] Bullshit!
-[woman] Get off of me!

-I'll be right back.
-[man] Come here!

-[woman crying]
-[man] Where you going?

Hey!

-[man] Oh, now you want to
make me chase you?
-Leave her alone!

[man] Don't you walk away
from me!

-[man] Come here.
-[woman] Get away! Get away!

-[man] All I want to do
is talk to you.
-[woman] Leave me alone!

-[man] I promise.
-Hello, young man.

Hey, you must be Dolores.

Look at my elbow.

[man] Get back here!
Oh, I'mma find you all right

[Jane] Hey, fucko!
Keep your hands off her!

Look at my elbow.

Look at my fist, motherfucker!

-[Jane grunts]
-[man groans]

-[Jane grunts]
-[man yells]

[vehicle approaching]

[brakes screech]

[man groans]

[man] Go, go, go!

-[tires screech]
-Go, go, go!

God damn it!

Vic, did you see that?

Vic!

Vic!

[Cliff] Frances! Frances!

Frances,
where the fuck are you?

This is utter madness, Cliff!

We have paddled through
this stretch of swamp

three times, and we still
haven't seen Frances.

It's starting to get dark soon.

We have to turn back.

[Cliff]
I'm gonna find that watch,
and give it to Clara.

If I find that watch,
everything will be better.

I'm gonna find that watch
and give it to Clara.

-If I find that watch,
everything will--
-Or you could just talk to her!

And say what?

Everything I could
possibly say would be
totally stupid as fuck!

"Hi, I'm your dad, but I died,
and I'm a robot now.

I'm just a brain in a tin can,
but, hey, even though I've been

robot non grata for 30 years,
and I don't expect you to like me,

and you certainly don't have
to love me, but I just wanted
to say, 'I'm sorry.'"

Yes! That's exactly
what you would say.

[Cliff]
But if I find the watch,
I'll be her hero.

And she'll know
how much I care.

No more time for words.
From now on, only deeds.

Frances!
Where the fuck are you!

I want that fucking watch!
I need that fucking watch!

I want that fucking watch!
I need that fucking...
Fucking...

[screaming] watch!

[Rita] Cliff?

Are you okay?

Cliff?

Oh, my God,
you've fried your brain,
you stupid idiot!

[crying] How are we gonna
get you out of here, now?

[squeals]

[exhales]

I didn't survive
Forbidden Congo just to die

in some goddamn swamp!

[shouting] Cliff!

[Cliff] I'm here.

Let's go home.

[chuckles] Let's!

Are you coming?

[Cliff] No, you...
You go ahead.

[Rita] Okay.

[sighing]

[sighing deeply]

[splashing]

[growling]

[Cliff screaming]

Now,

tell me all about you.

[Larry]
There's nothing to tell.

There must be something.
You have the strength
of a 20-year-old.

What do you do to stay
so virile? And please
don't tell me yoga.

-[both chuckle]
-I can't tell if you're
laughing under that gauze.

It's fucking yoga. I knew it.

[Larry] No. More like RHIP.

I haven't heard that
since the service.

"Rank Has Its Privileges"?

[Larry] No,
"Radiation Has Its Perks."

I'll be damned.

[sighs]

Guess there's always
a silver lining, Lar.

So there's been no one
special in your life
for 60 years? Come on.

What about your wife, Sheryl?

[Larry]
She died of cancer in '89.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

[Larry] We weren't close,
but thank you.

And the boys?

[Larry] Why put this on them?

What good would it do?

The truth is,
I haven't really lived much
since the accident.

You were my last real thing.

And I still feel bad about
sending you away.

It wasn't easy.

But...

I got over you.

[sighs] Eventually.

And I moved on.

You should too.

[Larry]
You know, when I told you
I loved you, at the motel,

I meant it.

I wanted you to know that.

In case I don't get
another chance to tell you.

[scoffs]

-I'm not dead, yet,
for Christ's sake!
-[Larry chuckles]

You really haven't fucked
anyone since JFK?

My God, Larry!

[both laughing]

[Larry]
Now that I think of it,

there is a relationship
I want to tell you about.

Go on. Go on.

[Larry] It's not a traditional
relationship, per se, but...

There's something inside me.

I wouldn't say we're friends.

But...

there's definitely
a connection there.

For years, I didn't know

what it was, or what it wanted.

But now, I think I might.

Hey...

["Moon River" playing]

Sleep well, my friend.

Thank you.

I'll be with you in a sec.

[sighs]

[Darren] Hello, Victor.

Darren Jones.

I greatly enjoyed our meeting
on Danny the Street,

but I thought this time,
we'd get together on my turf.

Welcome to the Ant Farm.