Harley Quinn (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - It's a Swamp Thing - full transcript
So did you do it? Did
you get into the Green?
Did you find out where Frank is?
Harls, I'm really
trying to focus here.
Got it.
Sorry, it's not the chips.
Accessing the Green is
just harder than I thought.
It's like trying to read a
subway map when you're hungover.
You know what? I'm
good. I'm good.
Frank?
Where the fuck did you
get that needle from?
That shit's longer than my arm.
No. No!
No! Fucking no.
No!
No!
Frank's in trouble.
Oh, no!
I should have been able
to go deeper in the Green.
I've done it before.
I was Zen as hell.
Maybe you just need a break.
Yeah, but it should
be easy for me.
The Green is a web of
interconnected plant consciousness.
That's me.
My consciousness
should be connected.
I must be doing something wrong.
Ive, I know how much
Frank means to you.
I hate seeing you
suffer like this.
As your girlfriend. a psychiatrist, an
avid watcher of detective procedurals...
We just need to get him back.
I need some chamomile tea.
Man, who drank all
the good stuff?
I've only had one sip,
but I do tend to backwash.
Okay, You know what?
You're right. I...
I just need to clear my head
and take a little break.
I think that's a great idea.
Just clear your head...
Actually, that works out
because remember those plans
we made with Nora
Freeze two months ago?
- I do not.
- Me neither.
- But apparently they're tonight.
- Oh, God. Honey, cancel.
She was frozen for 25 years.
I think it's exactly the
kind of break you both need.
Just a dumb, fun night.
This is my driver.
We just did coke up the butt.
See? It's gonna be chill.
It's been nice
having you stay at the Manor.
Equine excellence.
Speaking of galloping, I know the
trek to your wing is quite far,
so I thought, you might want
to stay in my wing tonight.
To do what?
Well, if you decide to
stay, I got you something.
I mean, uh... so
what do you think?
Hmm?
Tightly adhering to
something. Clingy.
I could have Alfred
make us nachos.
A good gift would have
been a silk bonnet,
since your sheets make
sandpaper look like satin.
I need to stay at my
place for a few nights.
Don't cry.
I never know what to do
with wealthy male tears.
Cool. Cool.
I could use some me time, too.
Alfred! Gonna
need some nachos.
Hey, summon the Cobb Squad!
You want to drop acid?
- No, I'm good. Thank you.
- No. Thank you.
I believe Nora is going through
what is known as "some shit."
Babe? Babe? Help me
do a Salchow axel.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, oh...
- Yeah. Great.
Okay. But, uh, guys, we really need
to be focusing on finding Frank.
- I can help.
- Uh, yeah. I think we're good.
- You look like you got your hands full. So...
This guy? I don't
give a fuck about this guy.
I want to hang with you guys.
Ivy's got it, though. You know,
nobody's better at the Green than her.
Well. I would... That's
not entirely true.
I think Swamp Thing is...
is stronger than I am.
Yeah, we'll get some kind
of swamp thing to help.
No, no, honey. I
meant Swamp Thing.
He's a person. Well, he's
not actually a person.
He's like the
consciousness of a person.
Put in a...
- It's hard to explain.
- Is he hot?
Um... He's like vines.
Swamp
Thing is so powerful.
He could... Oh, by the way,
he could find Frank through
the Green, like easy.
So we'll call him and
tell him to find Frank.
Yeah, but it's...
You can't do that.
I mean, he hates me.
He's an empath to all beings,
and I'm obviously anti-humanity,
and he just didn't... He
didn't vibe with that.
I could freeze him.
What do you mean you
can freeze Swamp Thing?
Yeah, I could freeze him.
And then we'll tell him we won't
unfreeze him until he agrees to help you.
It's not a terrible idea.
You know, he lives in the
swamps of New Orleans.
- Love NO. Jazz.
- Oh, yeah!
Trip to New Orleans!
Where we are gonna
be laser-focused
and find Frank, and do whatever
makes my girlfriend feel good.
One yard of margarita...
Nope. Never mind. Just
Frank. We're on it.
I would love to join,
but the early call times shall
not allow for such a romp.
I do so wish I could dip a
world famous Du Monde's beignets
into a fresh cup
of Java with you.
Beignets! Ivy, we
gotta get a bag.
Well, someone should stay
to feed Selina's cats.
And they do seem to like me.
Oh, sounds like this
is turning into a fun
yet incredibly
focused girls trip!
- Girls trip?
- Huh? Huh?
- Yeah?
- Yeah?
Uh, so this is about finding Swamp
Thing so we can find Frank, right?
It's not a party.
Uh-uh.
- I'm gonna explode if you don't give me some beads!
- Nora, no. Bad girl.
- Nora, we're still at the airport.
- Ouch!
You have to leave.
No, I'm pretty sure
I live here. Right?
Fine. But you need to find something
to do for the next six hours.
Ooh! Six hours?
Too much to see the city, not
enough to really know the city.
Oh! Hey, wait. Can
I just get my phone?
Mmm.
Ugh! Ads.
We should call our son Bruce.
A perfect name for a son
I will definitely see grow up.
A Hard Wayne's Gonna Fall.
Directed by James Gunn.
In theaters this fall.
- Hmm?
Hi, uh, Selina.
Bruce. I told you
I needed a little me-time.
I know, but I was concerned
that you might be feeling alone.
Obviously,
that's not something I'm feeling.
Uh, anyway. I... I purchased
these two cats for you.
Is the only thing you know
about me that I like cats?
These cats are special.
They're Persian.
- I named them Martha and Thomas.
- After your dead parents?
- I didn't realize.
I just consider them to
be strong Christian names.
I'm not taking those Anglo-Saxon
pseudo parent cats, Bruce.
- Can you carry Thomas and Martha to the car?
Ugh! This place sucks.
No one here is going
to ask to bite my neck.
So I know that someone here
is going to know Swamp Thing.
So let's just keep
a low profile, okay?
And then we'll just
get outta here.
I hear you're looking for
a thing down in a swamp.
Might I be of service?
-Give us a ring. Won't you, love?
-John Constantine.
Poison Ivy.
Tell us where Swamp Thing is.
I can't just go about
giving that information.
Not for free, that is.
I'll tell you where he is if you
can outdrink me.
Let's make some shit
disappear, Criss Angel.
I want Frank back,
but this guy, he's bad news.
Oh, Frank's lucky to
have a friend like you.
I don't have any
friends like that.
They crave the old Nora, but I
don't know what to tell them.
- Wow. So vulnerable.
I... Is there anything
you'd like to add,
now that we're letting
our walls down?
Hey, Constantine. Bring your Houdini
ass over here and let's do this.
Hello?
Where are you guys?
You were supposed to meet
me at the swamp an hour ago.
What the hell
happened last night?
Ugh, I outdrank Constantine, and
he told me where Swamp Thing was.
Then we said we'd meet at the
swamp after you got beignets...
- My beignets!
- Um...
- Where are you?
- Connie has a map.
Check his pockets.
And if you see my room key,
could you grab that, too?
Oh, I have that bra
and that one too.
Oh, that one, too. Mmm-hmm.
Okay. We'll be at
the swamp ASAP.
Just look out for Swamp Thing.
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
I'll be...
I cannot believe
we missed getting beignets.
Honey, I'll buy ya 100 beignets
when we find Frank, okay?
I know that's a promise you're
making while you're stressed,
but I'm holding you to it.
Oh, my God! We should not
have even brought Nora.
She left us at that bar.
I should have planned better.
As your friend,
Frank was stolen.
That is a fact. That
is not your fault.
As your girlfriend, I need you
to take it easy on Ivy, okay?
She's her own worst critic and holds
herself to an impossibly high bar.
Thank you.
Thank you for saying that.
I just... I can't accept it.
I just... I screwed up.
And now look at us, you know?
We're in the swamp.
It's so loamy, and
earthy and shiny.
Picturesque, really.
Oof! It's breathtaking,
really. Dare I say, ethereal.
Whoa! Swamps are awesome.
Hey, you two.
Chai lattes?
Mother... Martha, you've
hardly touched your tuna.
Oh! Yes. Very funny.
Master Wayne, I hate
to see you like this.
I'm fine, Alfred.
Soon I'll learn cat and be able
to communicate with my parents.
I mean, my cats.
Selina?
What's going on?
Ugh! Who drinks chai?
I do. You know that.
Hey, is Linda home?
Uh, we got divorced.
She said we weren't compatible, and
also everything about me is disgusting.
Mmm.
Oh, my God! Did you
have sex with him?
Alec and I connected
beyond the physical,
But, yes, we fucked.
Well, it's not every day that a
beautiful and majestic creature
stumbles into your
home drunk at 4:00 a.m.
Would anyone like more? I'm
just obsessed with this stuff.
- And the chai is not bad either.
You need to freeze Swamp Thing so
we can force him to find Frank.
I don't know if I
can freeze a guy
- who was inside of me less than 24 hours ago.
- Oh! Ew!
Okay. TMI. But he
likes you, right?
So just maybe, like,
ask him to help us.
He'll listen to you
given... the connection
you guys have.
- You're right.
- Okay. Go.
Oh, man. It's so
goddamn humid down here.
My hair must look insane.
It's beautiful.
In an early '80s power
suit sort of way.
Listen, I don't want to
force a conversation,
but I understand what
you're going through.
If you were missing,
I would be lost.
Okay? And you love
him so much...
Hey, babe, could you...
Seriously, like, I'm good.
Like, you don't have to, like, you know,
sweetly check in and all that stuff.
I mean, we're good.
- I... I promise.
- Great news.
- We're going to get beignets.
- Oh, hell yeah!
Wait. Why?
Well, I went over there
and he's just so sexy,
I got lost in his vines,
and then I felt weird about
asking for such a big thing,
and then we had a quickie,
smoked a J, and I was hungry,
- so he suggested beignets!
- That was fast.
- Show yourself.
Oh, my apologies.
I'm a fan of the extravagant.
A little shock and awe.
- What is this?
- Notebook.
Comfy couch. Tissues.
I'm a therapist.
I'm here to help you talk about
your feelings in this relationship.
- Alfred.
- I'm fine.
- Same.
- An emotionally unavailable duo.
We could spend weeks slowly
getting each of you to open up
and come to a greater understanding
about your relationship.
Or,
I could make each of you
sing those feelings right now.
Neither.
I'm not talking about my feelings
and I'm definitely not singing.
What kind of therapist are you?
Music Meister.
I'm not participating
in this buffoonery.
So how about you choke on my...
Huh?
This line has
gotten so crazy recently.
It's a few Silicon Valley bros
kind of gentrifying the swamp.
They got the recipe from an
algorithm and charge $9 a beignet.
I cannot wait.
I'll do three powdered sugar.
Ooh, ooh, two chocolate.
Oh, shit. Nutella
filled? Yes, yum. Yum.
Nora?
Why didn't you just ask
Swamp Thing about Frank?
It was awkward.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm so sorry that asking you
to make a small
and simple request
of your boyfriend was
too awkward for you.
Whoa! He's
not my boyfriend.
I'm not?
Well, I'm just not looking
for anything serious.
- Also, we met nine hours ago.
- But we connected.
I let you inside
of me, literally.
I'm just having fun, Alec.
The algorithm!
I just wanted one
fucking beignet.
Jesus Christ, Nora! You couldn't
just lie and say he's your boyfriend?
I can't tie myself
down right now.
I'm in my sexual
prime.
This sucks.
Swamp Thing is so sensitive.
It's like Nora doesn't want
to date his soft, country ass,
so he destroys everything.
As your girlfriend, he's being
totally fucking annoying,
and it fuckin' sucks.
As a psychiatrist, this
is not healthy.
But the swamp hurricane is an
expression of his inner trauma.
Huh, he clearly has a lot of pent-up emotional
baggage that he needs to work through.
He's a grown-ass plant man.
He's having a temper tantrum, and it's
literally affecting the ecosystem.
Don't fight it.
Also, you can't.
It's my superpower.
So...
How are we feeling?
- Yeah. So you don't have to sing anymore.
- Oh.
Right. I'm... I'm fine.
Do you take insurance, or is
this a super bill situation?
I'm too sensitive, huh?
All I was trying to say was that
you could chill out a little.
No! You never let me
express myself, Ivy.
This is why we
stopped being friends.
Didn't we
stop being friends
because I wanted to
destroy humanity?
Sure, that wasn't the best, but it was
mostly that you were a shitty friend.
I would listen to you for hours
complaining about humans being the worst
and how you didn't understand the
appeal of those bougie Lacoste polos.
But if for a second,
I tried to discuss my
impending divorce with Linda,
and how it was ripping
my heart apart,
you would find some
excuse to leave.
You have no idea what it means
to lose someone important to you.
You're so selfish.
Oh, I don't know what it
feels like to lose someone?
The only reason why
I came down here
is because I lost
my best friend.
He's the only person who
understood me as me before Harley.
I'm
so worried about Frank,
and I... and I don't
know where he is,
and I can't find
him in the Green
because I'm not strong enough.
And every second that I spend
here, he's slipping away from me.
Maybe forever.
And it's my fault and I need
to get him back and I have to.
Whoa!
I have to get him and I can't.
Thank you for letting me into
your heart. It means so much.
Is this me or you?
Oh! Thank God, you're okay.
Oh!
Let's find Frank.
I've really learned a
lot these last two days.
You can barter coke
for almost anything,
and maybe I don't have to live
the life I lost all at once.
Oh, my goodness!
Did you guys do this on purpose
to get me back on track?
- Set up this whole thing with Ivy in New Orleans and Fred?
- Frank.
- It's Frank. But sure, yeah.
- You guys.
You're a real badass,
you know that?
How so?
Uh, I saw you out there going to
battle with your inner demons.
Obviously, I tried to drop some
bread crumbs along the way,
but you got there on your own.
That is boss lady shit.
Matches your big hair.
Oh, wow! That's too...
That is...
Thanks for... Thanks for
putting up with my stubbornness,
and my hair.
I don't know what
I'd do without you.
Aw! Anytime, dolly.
Beignets! How...
Oh, my God, I love you so much.
So, seriously,
like, do you think
that you can...
You can help me use the
Green to find Frank?
I don't need to help you.
The only thing stopping
you was your fears.
When you open your heart
and your mind completely
you can always access the Green.
You're ready.
Oh, shit! I hate it when the
power was inside me all along.
You got this.
Let me out!
Why the hell am I here?
So, what did you see?
Master Bruce, are you all right?
I'm fine.
I don't need Selina.
I'm not looking for love.
I just want to focus
on my career right now.
Poison Ivy did something to him.
And I'm going to
figure out what.
you get into the Green?
Did you find out where Frank is?
Harls, I'm really
trying to focus here.
Got it.
Sorry, it's not the chips.
Accessing the Green is
just harder than I thought.
It's like trying to read a
subway map when you're hungover.
You know what? I'm
good. I'm good.
Frank?
Where the fuck did you
get that needle from?
That shit's longer than my arm.
No. No!
No! Fucking no.
No!
No!
Frank's in trouble.
Oh, no!
I should have been able
to go deeper in the Green.
I've done it before.
I was Zen as hell.
Maybe you just need a break.
Yeah, but it should
be easy for me.
The Green is a web of
interconnected plant consciousness.
That's me.
My consciousness
should be connected.
I must be doing something wrong.
Ive, I know how much
Frank means to you.
I hate seeing you
suffer like this.
As your girlfriend. a psychiatrist, an
avid watcher of detective procedurals...
We just need to get him back.
I need some chamomile tea.
Man, who drank all
the good stuff?
I've only had one sip,
but I do tend to backwash.
Okay, You know what?
You're right. I...
I just need to clear my head
and take a little break.
I think that's a great idea.
Just clear your head...
Actually, that works out
because remember those plans
we made with Nora
Freeze two months ago?
- I do not.
- Me neither.
- But apparently they're tonight.
- Oh, God. Honey, cancel.
She was frozen for 25 years.
I think it's exactly the
kind of break you both need.
Just a dumb, fun night.
This is my driver.
We just did coke up the butt.
See? It's gonna be chill.
It's been nice
having you stay at the Manor.
Equine excellence.
Speaking of galloping, I know the
trek to your wing is quite far,
so I thought, you might want
to stay in my wing tonight.
To do what?
Well, if you decide to
stay, I got you something.
I mean, uh... so
what do you think?
Hmm?
Tightly adhering to
something. Clingy.
I could have Alfred
make us nachos.
A good gift would have
been a silk bonnet,
since your sheets make
sandpaper look like satin.
I need to stay at my
place for a few nights.
Don't cry.
I never know what to do
with wealthy male tears.
Cool. Cool.
I could use some me time, too.
Alfred! Gonna
need some nachos.
Hey, summon the Cobb Squad!
You want to drop acid?
- No, I'm good. Thank you.
- No. Thank you.
I believe Nora is going through
what is known as "some shit."
Babe? Babe? Help me
do a Salchow axel.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, oh...
- Yeah. Great.
Okay. But, uh, guys, we really need
to be focusing on finding Frank.
- I can help.
- Uh, yeah. I think we're good.
- You look like you got your hands full. So...
This guy? I don't
give a fuck about this guy.
I want to hang with you guys.
Ivy's got it, though. You know,
nobody's better at the Green than her.
Well. I would... That's
not entirely true.
I think Swamp Thing is...
is stronger than I am.
Yeah, we'll get some kind
of swamp thing to help.
No, no, honey. I
meant Swamp Thing.
He's a person. Well, he's
not actually a person.
He's like the
consciousness of a person.
Put in a...
- It's hard to explain.
- Is he hot?
Um... He's like vines.
Swamp
Thing is so powerful.
He could... Oh, by the way,
he could find Frank through
the Green, like easy.
So we'll call him and
tell him to find Frank.
Yeah, but it's...
You can't do that.
I mean, he hates me.
He's an empath to all beings,
and I'm obviously anti-humanity,
and he just didn't... He
didn't vibe with that.
I could freeze him.
What do you mean you
can freeze Swamp Thing?
Yeah, I could freeze him.
And then we'll tell him we won't
unfreeze him until he agrees to help you.
It's not a terrible idea.
You know, he lives in the
swamps of New Orleans.
- Love NO. Jazz.
- Oh, yeah!
Trip to New Orleans!
Where we are gonna
be laser-focused
and find Frank, and do whatever
makes my girlfriend feel good.
One yard of margarita...
Nope. Never mind. Just
Frank. We're on it.
I would love to join,
but the early call times shall
not allow for such a romp.
I do so wish I could dip a
world famous Du Monde's beignets
into a fresh cup
of Java with you.
Beignets! Ivy, we
gotta get a bag.
Well, someone should stay
to feed Selina's cats.
And they do seem to like me.
Oh, sounds like this
is turning into a fun
yet incredibly
focused girls trip!
- Girls trip?
- Huh? Huh?
- Yeah?
- Yeah?
Uh, so this is about finding Swamp
Thing so we can find Frank, right?
It's not a party.
Uh-uh.
- I'm gonna explode if you don't give me some beads!
- Nora, no. Bad girl.
- Nora, we're still at the airport.
- Ouch!
You have to leave.
No, I'm pretty sure
I live here. Right?
Fine. But you need to find something
to do for the next six hours.
Ooh! Six hours?
Too much to see the city, not
enough to really know the city.
Oh! Hey, wait. Can
I just get my phone?
Mmm.
Ugh! Ads.
We should call our son Bruce.
A perfect name for a son
I will definitely see grow up.
A Hard Wayne's Gonna Fall.
Directed by James Gunn.
In theaters this fall.
- Hmm?
Hi, uh, Selina.
Bruce. I told you
I needed a little me-time.
I know, but I was concerned
that you might be feeling alone.
Obviously,
that's not something I'm feeling.
Uh, anyway. I... I purchased
these two cats for you.
Is the only thing you know
about me that I like cats?
These cats are special.
They're Persian.
- I named them Martha and Thomas.
- After your dead parents?
- I didn't realize.
I just consider them to
be strong Christian names.
I'm not taking those Anglo-Saxon
pseudo parent cats, Bruce.
- Can you carry Thomas and Martha to the car?
Ugh! This place sucks.
No one here is going
to ask to bite my neck.
So I know that someone here
is going to know Swamp Thing.
So let's just keep
a low profile, okay?
And then we'll just
get outta here.
I hear you're looking for
a thing down in a swamp.
Might I be of service?
-Give us a ring. Won't you, love?
-John Constantine.
Poison Ivy.
Tell us where Swamp Thing is.
I can't just go about
giving that information.
Not for free, that is.
I'll tell you where he is if you
can outdrink me.
Let's make some shit
disappear, Criss Angel.
I want Frank back,
but this guy, he's bad news.
Oh, Frank's lucky to
have a friend like you.
I don't have any
friends like that.
They crave the old Nora, but I
don't know what to tell them.
- Wow. So vulnerable.
I... Is there anything
you'd like to add,
now that we're letting
our walls down?
Hey, Constantine. Bring your Houdini
ass over here and let's do this.
Hello?
Where are you guys?
You were supposed to meet
me at the swamp an hour ago.
What the hell
happened last night?
Ugh, I outdrank Constantine, and
he told me where Swamp Thing was.
Then we said we'd meet at the
swamp after you got beignets...
- My beignets!
- Um...
- Where are you?
- Connie has a map.
Check his pockets.
And if you see my room key,
could you grab that, too?
Oh, I have that bra
and that one too.
Oh, that one, too. Mmm-hmm.
Okay. We'll be at
the swamp ASAP.
Just look out for Swamp Thing.
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
I'll be...
I cannot believe
we missed getting beignets.
Honey, I'll buy ya 100 beignets
when we find Frank, okay?
I know that's a promise you're
making while you're stressed,
but I'm holding you to it.
Oh, my God! We should not
have even brought Nora.
She left us at that bar.
I should have planned better.
As your friend,
Frank was stolen.
That is a fact. That
is not your fault.
As your girlfriend, I need you
to take it easy on Ivy, okay?
She's her own worst critic and holds
herself to an impossibly high bar.
Thank you.
Thank you for saying that.
I just... I can't accept it.
I just... I screwed up.
And now look at us, you know?
We're in the swamp.
It's so loamy, and
earthy and shiny.
Picturesque, really.
Oof! It's breathtaking,
really. Dare I say, ethereal.
Whoa! Swamps are awesome.
Hey, you two.
Chai lattes?
Mother... Martha, you've
hardly touched your tuna.
Oh! Yes. Very funny.
Master Wayne, I hate
to see you like this.
I'm fine, Alfred.
Soon I'll learn cat and be able
to communicate with my parents.
I mean, my cats.
Selina?
What's going on?
Ugh! Who drinks chai?
I do. You know that.
Hey, is Linda home?
Uh, we got divorced.
She said we weren't compatible, and
also everything about me is disgusting.
Mmm.
Oh, my God! Did you
have sex with him?
Alec and I connected
beyond the physical,
But, yes, we fucked.
Well, it's not every day that a
beautiful and majestic creature
stumbles into your
home drunk at 4:00 a.m.
Would anyone like more? I'm
just obsessed with this stuff.
- And the chai is not bad either.
You need to freeze Swamp Thing so
we can force him to find Frank.
I don't know if I
can freeze a guy
- who was inside of me less than 24 hours ago.
- Oh! Ew!
Okay. TMI. But he
likes you, right?
So just maybe, like,
ask him to help us.
He'll listen to you
given... the connection
you guys have.
- You're right.
- Okay. Go.
Oh, man. It's so
goddamn humid down here.
My hair must look insane.
It's beautiful.
In an early '80s power
suit sort of way.
Listen, I don't want to
force a conversation,
but I understand what
you're going through.
If you were missing,
I would be lost.
Okay? And you love
him so much...
Hey, babe, could you...
Seriously, like, I'm good.
Like, you don't have to, like, you know,
sweetly check in and all that stuff.
I mean, we're good.
- I... I promise.
- Great news.
- We're going to get beignets.
- Oh, hell yeah!
Wait. Why?
Well, I went over there
and he's just so sexy,
I got lost in his vines,
and then I felt weird about
asking for such a big thing,
and then we had a quickie,
smoked a J, and I was hungry,
- so he suggested beignets!
- That was fast.
- Show yourself.
Oh, my apologies.
I'm a fan of the extravagant.
A little shock and awe.
- What is this?
- Notebook.
Comfy couch. Tissues.
I'm a therapist.
I'm here to help you talk about
your feelings in this relationship.
- Alfred.
- I'm fine.
- Same.
- An emotionally unavailable duo.
We could spend weeks slowly
getting each of you to open up
and come to a greater understanding
about your relationship.
Or,
I could make each of you
sing those feelings right now.
Neither.
I'm not talking about my feelings
and I'm definitely not singing.
What kind of therapist are you?
Music Meister.
I'm not participating
in this buffoonery.
So how about you choke on my...
Huh?
This line has
gotten so crazy recently.
It's a few Silicon Valley bros
kind of gentrifying the swamp.
They got the recipe from an
algorithm and charge $9 a beignet.
I cannot wait.
I'll do three powdered sugar.
Ooh, ooh, two chocolate.
Oh, shit. Nutella
filled? Yes, yum. Yum.
Nora?
Why didn't you just ask
Swamp Thing about Frank?
It was awkward.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm so sorry that asking you
to make a small
and simple request
of your boyfriend was
too awkward for you.
Whoa! He's
not my boyfriend.
I'm not?
Well, I'm just not looking
for anything serious.
- Also, we met nine hours ago.
- But we connected.
I let you inside
of me, literally.
I'm just having fun, Alec.
The algorithm!
I just wanted one
fucking beignet.
Jesus Christ, Nora! You couldn't
just lie and say he's your boyfriend?
I can't tie myself
down right now.
I'm in my sexual
prime.
This sucks.
Swamp Thing is so sensitive.
It's like Nora doesn't want
to date his soft, country ass,
so he destroys everything.
As your girlfriend, he's being
totally fucking annoying,
and it fuckin' sucks.
As a psychiatrist, this
is not healthy.
But the swamp hurricane is an
expression of his inner trauma.
Huh, he clearly has a lot of pent-up emotional
baggage that he needs to work through.
He's a grown-ass plant man.
He's having a temper tantrum, and it's
literally affecting the ecosystem.
Don't fight it.
Also, you can't.
It's my superpower.
So...
How are we feeling?
- Yeah. So you don't have to sing anymore.
- Oh.
Right. I'm... I'm fine.
Do you take insurance, or is
this a super bill situation?
I'm too sensitive, huh?
All I was trying to say was that
you could chill out a little.
No! You never let me
express myself, Ivy.
This is why we
stopped being friends.
Didn't we
stop being friends
because I wanted to
destroy humanity?
Sure, that wasn't the best, but it was
mostly that you were a shitty friend.
I would listen to you for hours
complaining about humans being the worst
and how you didn't understand the
appeal of those bougie Lacoste polos.
But if for a second,
I tried to discuss my
impending divorce with Linda,
and how it was ripping
my heart apart,
you would find some
excuse to leave.
You have no idea what it means
to lose someone important to you.
You're so selfish.
Oh, I don't know what it
feels like to lose someone?
The only reason why
I came down here
is because I lost
my best friend.
He's the only person who
understood me as me before Harley.
I'm
so worried about Frank,
and I... and I don't
know where he is,
and I can't find
him in the Green
because I'm not strong enough.
And every second that I spend
here, he's slipping away from me.
Maybe forever.
And it's my fault and I need
to get him back and I have to.
Whoa!
I have to get him and I can't.
Thank you for letting me into
your heart. It means so much.
Is this me or you?
Oh! Thank God, you're okay.
Oh!
Let's find Frank.
I've really learned a
lot these last two days.
You can barter coke
for almost anything,
and maybe I don't have to live
the life I lost all at once.
Oh, my goodness!
Did you guys do this on purpose
to get me back on track?
- Set up this whole thing with Ivy in New Orleans and Fred?
- Frank.
- It's Frank. But sure, yeah.
- You guys.
You're a real badass,
you know that?
How so?
Uh, I saw you out there going to
battle with your inner demons.
Obviously, I tried to drop some
bread crumbs along the way,
but you got there on your own.
That is boss lady shit.
Matches your big hair.
Oh, wow! That's too...
That is...
Thanks for... Thanks for
putting up with my stubbornness,
and my hair.
I don't know what
I'd do without you.
Aw! Anytime, dolly.
Beignets! How...
Oh, my God, I love you so much.
So, seriously,
like, do you think
that you can...
You can help me use the
Green to find Frank?
I don't need to help you.
The only thing stopping
you was your fears.
When you open your heart
and your mind completely
you can always access the Green.
You're ready.
Oh, shit! I hate it when the
power was inside me all along.
You got this.
Let me out!
Why the hell am I here?
So, what did you see?
Master Bruce, are you all right?
I'm fine.
I don't need Selina.
I'm not looking for love.
I just want to focus
on my career right now.
Poison Ivy did something to him.
And I'm going to
figure out what.