So, obviously, that's the bathroom.
And the break room is down there on the right, obviously.
- What else? - Amanda Waller will step aside as she
- faces upcoming congressional hearings. - Check it out. You're on TV.
The president has appointed Rick Flag as the new acting director of ARGUS...
What? That's not exciting to you?
I know Waller was all about self-promotion,
but that's not really my bag.
Yeah, A-Dubs did have her quirks.
- What? - Dubs.
- W. Amanda Waller. - Yeah.
You know, this post wasn't my choice,
but I'm not sure the president had any other options, so...
My old pal Rick Flag.
We're old pals now?
Thought we were.
Are you sucking up to me right now, Economos?
- Just a little. - It's not gonna work.
Yeah, well, it was worth a shot.
And this... is your office.
You need anything else?
Actually, yes.
I'd like to see a full report of my son's death.
Your son?
Rick Flag Jr. was killed in Corto Maltese.
I tried to get the files immediately after it occurred,
but... they said it was classified.
As acting director of ARGUS,
I'd like to take a look at them now.
Is there a problem with that, son?
No. I-- it's just-- I didn't want, you know...
- it to be upsetting? - Upsetting?
I think I can handle it, Economos.
Of course, you can.
It's just that day was complicated
and any actions taken were under the order of Waller,
and most of us didn't even know.
Get me the fucking files, John.
Yes, sir.
I'm tired of coverin' up their dirty little secrets.
This time, these sons of bitches are gonna be held account--
That information gets out, it causes an international incident!
Keeping the peace is worth any price.
Including the life of a hero like yours, sir.
Peacemaker.
What a joke.
- Bordeaux. - Sir?
I want a surveillance unit on Christopher Smith,
24/7, immediately.
Sir, the Peacemaker is in our agency's grace
because of his work in Project Butterfly.
Fuck the Peacemaker.
Shit!
Fuck.
Fuck!
You still have those bone saws?
Hi, babies! Yes!
Come here, come here. Yes, I missed you.
Mommy's missed you guys.
- Lee? - Shit. Fuck.
What are you doing?
I was on my way over to Chris's,
so I thought I'd stop by and get my hair shit--
You can't just come into this place unannounced.
- I thought you were at work. - It doesn't matter.
- You need to text me before coming over. - Why?
Because that's what civilized people do when they break up, Lee.
Thought it was just time off.
What's the difference?
A lot.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Why are you going to see that lunkhead anyway?
He ain't a lunkhead.
He's, like, being really vulnerable lately.
Sexy new uniform.
- You doing okay otherwise? - Other than what?
Other than having to wear that uniform, I guess.
That's funny?
Man, you just-- you're salty for no reason.
- For no reason? - I mean.
No reason? Okay, other than you changing
every single aspect of our relationship,
every single plan that we had, overnight?
We were supposed to be going back to Gotham, Lee.
And now what?
You're staying here to start a-- a-- a spy business?
People gotta follow their dreams, Key.
Even you said that.
Yeah, not when their dreams
are leeching off of somebody else's reality.
I'll go...
because this is gonna end stupid.
It started stupid when you broke into my apartment.
All right.
Love you.
Fuck.
Connolly, your prescription's ready.
Hi. I'm...
I'm sorry I couldn't help notice you when I was standing over there.
I don't mean to intrude, and I don't know your situation,
but if you're going through something difficult,
if you're with someone who's hurting you,
I have resources that could help.
Okay.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Often, we get trapped in a cycle
and we think what's happening to us is okay.
And... I just want to tell you...
it's not.
I appreciate it. That's not what this is.
Okay.
So often,
women deny what's happening--
I am not a fucking mirror!
- What? - I have my own problems, okay?
- Okay. - All right?
Is that okay with you?
Sorry.
You got a good view there, Beaker?
Beaker? Who's...
He's a Muppet.
- Do I look like him? - A little.
And that's bad?
It's not good.
That's intense.
Who the fuck are you?
Fleury. Bordeaux sent me.
Let me see your badge. And reach slowly.
I don't have to do shit slowly, Kemosabe.
You can't discharge that firearm while it's still in the holster.
But I will do it slowly...
because I'm polite.
I should get a call if somebody's coming.
Well, Bordeaux thought you might need some backup.
So, what's your preferred form of greeting?
Handshake, fist bump, hug?
You a hugger, Economos?
No, I'm not a hugger.
- So, what'll it be? - What'll what be?
What form of greeting?
I don't know. Maybe just nod, like...
Yeah, that's cool. That's real cool.
Hey, we got a cool guy in the van?
Ginger Cool.
You mind if I call you that?
Ginger Cool?
Yeah, I really do fucking mind.
God.
Can I get some of that?
The coffee.
Sure.
Who's the fox?
It's Leota Adebayo.
She's just a friend of ours.
I'm sorry.
Did I just accidentally sexualize someone that you respect as a friend, Economos?
It's fine. Whatever.
It's just 'cause I was thinking about tapping that ass. You know?
It's weird they got you monitoring your own crew.
They do that, you know.
I know.
Make sure your loyalty is first and foremost to the A.
- ARGUS. - Fuck.
You having a crisis of conscience here, Economos?
No.
Is that why Bordeaux sent me to babysit you?
I don't know, man. Look.
I'm just doing my job like I do every day, okay?
I don't give a shit.
'Course not.
You're Ginger Cool.
Are you fucking kidding me?
- You don't want me to come in? - It's...
It's kind of messy in there.
What's going on?
Hey, Eagly.
Hey!
He likes you.
I'm not so sure.
What's the deal with the parrot?
That's an eagle.
It's a bald eagle.
It's the symbol of America.
Are you telling me you don't recognize what kind of bird that is?
Okay, you obviously have not read my dossier.
I have bird blindness.
Bird blindness?
I can't tell the difference
between one type of bird and another.
Okay, but a duck and an eagle are totally different sizes.
Yeah, well, they look the same size to me, man.
What about, like, a hummingbird?
Tiny bird?
Incredibly fast wings? Hovers?
Yeah, see?
Yeah, I only know about that because I read it.
- Yeah. - To me, they look and move
just like any other bird.
- Wow. - Bird blindness.
It's my sole weakness.
What is she showing him?
That's...
That could be anything, man.
- Quantum what? - Unfolding Chamber.
It's a dimensional portal
that leads to 99 other universes.
- In your bedroom? - It's my dad's bedroom.
- Yours now? - Yeah, fucking mine now, whatever.
I don't use it much.
I let Eagly fly around there sometimes when it's too cold outside.
- It's my dad's. - You never told me about it.
Never thought about it, Ads. Jeez, it's not that big a deal.
Get the fuck out, it's not.
I grew up with it. It's normal to me.
It's like you being a fucking Christian Scientist or whatever.
- I'm not Christian Science. - What are you then?
Well, I don't practice much, but I'm Methodist.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I don't know what the fuck that is!
Okay? Normal to you, but to me,
it's wacky Martian shit.
You cannot seriously be comparing me being Methodist
to you having a secret dimensional portal in your bedroom right now.
I see your point! Fine. Fucking congratulations, Ads.
You're the winner of the conversation.
We'll get you your gold medal and your congratulatory watch,
and, you know, your fucking many awards to shower you with.
Let's all get together and do a big fucking dance routine.
Yeah, that's right. Great.
Just 40,000 people fucking dancing,
just about how fucking awesome you are at doing conversations!
Shit!
- Are you having a breakdown right now? - I don't know.
What's going on with you?
I had a rough night.
I don't want to make it worse,
but you're being monitored right now.
- By who? - Rick Flag. Senior.
He's the head of ARGUS now.
Does he know that I...
Killed his son? Yeah.
Fuck me.
Fuck. How do you know all this?
A friend inside.
I'm just gonna pretend like I don't know who that is.
- You want my advice? - I don't fucking know.
Number one, this portal?
Don't use it because, somehow, they always know when you do.
- Number two, give it to them. - It's mine!
They're gonna treat you like you're hiding a nuclear weapon in your house, Chris.
Just tell them you don't know exactly what it is.
It's your dad's, or whatever.
Because if you don't, they're going to use this
as an excuse to send you back to prison.
Hey, guys.
Who's the nerd?
That is Adrian Chase.
They're... He's just a friend.
That motherfucker look like he caught all the Pokémen.
- You know what I'm saying? - No, I don't.
Super nerd.
Pokémon is plural, not Pokémen.
Well, I'm sorry.
Pokémen's grammar is not my bag, man.
When you were learning that,
I had two hot bitches sucking my dick.
Okay, well, I'll see y'all guys tonight.
- John's coming home party. - Yeah, we'll be there.
Eagly!
Come on!
- So, what are we doing? - I need a hand with something.
What's all this?
I had some people over, is all.
What?
Nothing.
- Hey. - Hey.
Zora.
Would you do me a huge favor?
Would you mind getting these people out of here for me?
Sure.
Thank you.
- Well, that's gross. - What?
There was no time at all between her flushing that toilet
and coming out of the bathroom.
That means she didn't wash her hands at all.
- Okay. - "Okay"?
Personally, I don't think gonorrhea hands are "okay."
- What are you pissed off about? - I'm not pissed off.
Fine, 'cause I don't need it today, Adrian, okay?
Fine. Why am I here?
Dude, I fucked up.
I see. You're in trouble and you call me.
But you have a party and you fuck a bunch of major hotties
and then you don't even invite your best friend?
Why do you always pretend like you're not pissed off when it's obvious?
I'm not pissed off. I didn't say I was pissed off.
Is it surprising? Yes.
Is it outrageous? Absolutely, it is!
Yeah, I was depressed.
Okay? It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was just...
drowning my sorrows in flesh.
It had nothing to do with friendship.
And to be quite honest, Adrian, you don't even seem that into sex.
Dude, I'm not into sex because, like, it's sex.
I'm into sex because, like a lot of people,
it's an opportunity to bond with my best friend.
That's not like a lot of people.
Well, I'm not a pervert, is what I'm saying.
I don't quote-unquote "like" sex.
Shut the door.
- Are you going in? - I'm being monitored.
- What? - They're gonna know.
Know what?
Fuck it.
Fuck.
Fleury.
Yeah, we see it.
Yeah, me and Ginger Cool are on this shit.
- Jesus Christ. - Yeah, sure.
Bordeaux wants to know are you going to that thing tonight?
- The thing with Smith? - Yeah, I know what she means.
Yes. Why?
He says he'll be there with bells on.
He said he'll be there "with bells on"?
Well, I added the bells part. Sounded more poetic.
Okay, Agent, don't do that.
Don't embellish shit.
Sorry, Chief. It won't happen again.
Flag thinks we should keep Economos in the cold on this.
Okay.
So, after he and Smith leave,
I'm sending you and a team of agents
to do a full scrub of Smith's home.
- Got it? - Right.
She says to hold.
So, do nothing?
That's right.
Okay.
So, then you killed your own doppelganger?
- Yeah. - From another dimension?
Yes.
That's exactly the same as ours, except everything's better?
- Yep. - Dude, that's sick!
- Believe me, it's not. - But why?
I'd love to meet a me that's me except better.
Dude, believe me, you don't want to meet yourself.
It's chilling as fuck.
Well, yeah, sure, if you kill yourself.
I'm talking about before that, man.
Looking into your own eyes, it just fucks you up.
No way.
Here it is.
We gotta get rid of it.
I don't want my other-world dad and brother finding it.
Yeah, they'd probably kill you if they did.
Cool helmet!
Fuck off!
Who's that guy?
That's just some rude motherfucker
who I say hi to every time, and never says hi back!
Chris, turn that off. Oh my God.
Come on. Come on. Stop.
- Let's go. - No, no, wait, wait.
Let's give him a few more minutes,
make sure he doesn't come back for something.
Come back for something?
Yeah, he's going to a party, a get-together with friends.
Oftentimes, people will buy a gift
like a bottle of champagne, a-- a housewarming thing.
Isn't a housewarming gift solely for people
- who just moved into a new home? - No.
It's any gift that you give to someone in their house.
It warms the house.
No, it's not.
It's just for people moving into a new place.
- That guy-- - Vega.
Vega. He's right.
None of this matters.
The point is, is that when I go to someone's house,
I will often buy a gift, then I forget the gift.
And then I don't remember until I'm halfway to the place I'm going.
Well, personally, though, I just say fuck it.
I forgot it.
I just want to party.
- Get lit. - Yeah, I love to get lit.
Bonus, you can drink the champagne afterwards by yourself.
Well, that's you.
And that's probably 50 percent of people.
But a lot of people are more considerate,
and they will come back.
So, in case this hick is one of those people...
we won't get caught with our pants down.
Stop bouncing.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hold on.
Will you text the others and tell them to meet us on the roof?
Sure.
I gotta say,
you're not really the person I expected to play host.
Well, Adebayo lives in a snake pit.
Adrian lives with his mother,
who might be rotting Norma Bates-style for all I know.
And every time I go to Chris's, Eagly literally tries to kill me.
Fucking Eagly.
This is surprisingly nice.
Yeah, just look out for the dog shit.
Asshole neighbors bring their dogs up.
- I like dogs. - You like dog shit?
- No. - Hey, guys.
- How did you get up here? - Fire escape.
I got beer.
Don't be climbing up my fire escape, dude.
Where do you get this stuff from?
It's funny, right?
- Give me one of those. - Yeah.
- Want one? - Duh.
Okay.
- Here you go. - Right, yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Just hand it to him.
Yeah, no, I'll just-- I'll just hand it to him.
Probably the best thing. Should've done that right away.
Yeah.
Motherfuckers!
- Econogoat! - What up!
Back home where he belongs.
The missing piece of the puzzle, man. There he is!
Hey.
- Did you guys come together? - No, dude.
We met in the stairwell on the way up.
Okay, okay.
- Chips and dips and brewskis... - Leota.
...we doin' it up in style!
Hey, Ads.
Good sir.
- Miss you, girl. Yeah. - You too.
Wait, what happened to your eye?
Nothing. It's stupid.
- Hey. - Yeah.
- To the 11th Street Kids. - Yeah.
We came, we motherfuckin' rocked it.
No matter how far away we are from each other,
even our boy Economos,
no one will ever break us apart.
- Yes! - Yeah!
- Right on! Fuck yeah, bro!
All right, Mexicali,
you take your gadget,
scan for any anomalies you find throughout that house.
Ponyboy, don't let them out of your sight.
Titties, I want you to take the front door.
Encino Man, you take the back door.
- Got it? - Yeah.
But not the fucking names, dude.
You can't just call us that.
Where do you think we are? Fucking Berkeley?
How else am I gonna remember you?
You know what? You just got demoted.
Your new name is Barely Legal.
Fuck off, man.
Okay, now it's Kewpie Doll.
Keep it up.
- Fuck. - Let's go.
What even is that thing?
Measures traces of non-terrestrial energies.
I'm picking up something.
What the fuck?
Jesus.
This is a dimensional discrepancy.
This is major, man.
Jesus!
Shoot it! Shoot it!
I'm fucking trying! It's a bird, dude!
Fuck!
Fucking bird!
Kewpie!
Titties! Encino Man! Get in here!
I can't tell how big this thing is.
Fucking bird blindness.
Hold on. Fuck!
Fuck!
Thank God.
Fuck.
Hang in there, Titties. You're gonna be okay.
Look out.
- Hey. - Hey.
I pulled you over here with my fishing line.
Yes, I saw that.
Maybe you think that's disrespectful. I don't know.
You could have torn a hole in my shirt. It's not cool.
Man.
It ain't been the same since you left, man.
- Fuck you. - I'm serious.
Look, I know sometimes you think you don't matter,
but you do.
To all of us.
To everyone here.
Do you guys get together like this a lot?
No, not all of us, just individually.
So, me and Chris, obviously.
- Yeah, obviously. - Me and Harcourt.
Harcourt.
And Chris and Adrian, Chris and Harcourt.
Chris and Harcourt?
What is up with that?
Your guess is as good as mine.
You doing okay, though?
Hello. Yes.
You seem a little stressed.
Okay, well,
it's the job.
Well, shit. Quit.
- Quit? - Yeah.
Yeah, do what I'm doing.
I don't need anybody else.
I just go off and forge my own path.
You making any money doing that?
No. Not yet, but-- but-- but I will.
And what you gonna do?
You just gonna-- I don't know,
just sit around and be scared your whole life?
Yes.
I've had crippling anxiety since I was a kid.
I don't think I'm gonna change that much now.
Shit.
No, what are you doing? What are you fucking doing?
- I love you, brother. - You love alcohol.
Fleury!
A fucking duck attacked me.
We gotta get these people to a hospital.
We gotta go.
Even Evergreen's pretty from above.
Hey.
What happened?
No big deal.
Some dude at a bar fucking with me.
Like that time a couple months ago?
- Sure. - Yeah.
Or like the first time we talked, you know, in that bar?
The bar you fucking followed me into.
That's the one.
Yes.
Yeah. Yes, I did.
I followed you in there 'cause I thought you were cool.
- Cool? - Yeah.
- Sure. - I still think you're cool.
Okay.
Anyway...
That bar,
filled with not great people.
It's not a great spot.
You know, I figured if somebody was looking for a fight...
that'd be a real good place to find one.
- That's all. - So, that's your theory here?
Not a theory.
Just a thought I had I couldn't shake.
That I go around trying to get into fights?
I don't know what you do.
You wear a costume and go out and beat the shit out of people.
Maybe it takes one to know one, okay?
That's not happening. That would be fucking stupid.
I'm just saying, you've just been so upset ever since Task Force X disbanded.
I'm worried about you.
- Worried about me. - What?
Yeah.
You know, we both know that's what you'd like.
What?
Yeah, you'd like me to be some sort of
damaged, broken bird
'cause, you know,
water seeks its own level and all that.
Sorry. I'm not as fucked up as you, Chris.
I never said you were.
All right. Fuck this.
Eagly, were you fucking shit up again?
Hey.
Come on.
My guy,
you're the best.
You're the best.
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey.
Sorry.
Yeah, Keith, you find anything?
No, no, no. No one knows where he is.
You call that Karen girl, the one he's--
Yeah. Okay.
I'm trying to think anywhere else he could be. I...
What's the blood in the library from?
You don't think it's those pills again, do you?
Pokémon is plural, not Pokémen.
Well, I'm sorry.
Pokémen's grammar is not my bag, man.
When you were learning that,
I had two hot bitches sucking my dick.
What did they look like?
One was blonde and one was bald.
Why was she bald?
What were their names?
Gertrude, Francine. The Peppermint twins.
- I'll never forget. - Yeah? Where was this?
In Portland, Oregon.
- Real hot? - Super hot.