The girl is alone.
The girl is small.
The girl shivers and quakes.
Here we are, dear girl.
Fated to collide where the very seeds of our destiny were sown.
Where I began as a whisper, I am now a roar.
And it is you who breathes in my world.
No. This isn't fair!
No, dear girl. Not fair, but fate.
Please.
You are powerful. But so am I.
You lived in my head.
I don't want to fight you.
It is destiny! It is the way!
Then let's change the way.
I don't care about destiny.
You protected me once. And you protected Manny.
You were my friend.
So, I'm going to keep us here.
Far away from everyone and everything.
For as long as it will take, until we're friends again.
Only then, will I let us go home.
So, what's it going to be?
- You good? - Yeah.
- You, okay, Cliff? - I'm fucking incredible. Go!
Rita?
You okay?
My God... Dorothy.
What the fuck?
Papa?
Papa!
Try opening and closing it again?
It wasn't enough that he killed my wife
and estranged me and my kid
and made me miss her fucking wedding. No.
He also had to leave me with this piece of shit hand!
Try it again.
Probably timed it so it would crap out after he died
so he could get the last laugh.
Well, congratulations, you oily fuck! You win!
The man is dead of old age, Cliff. You're not.
By my count that puts you ahead.
That's easy for you to say. All your shit's cool as fucking shit.
My shit's just shit.
- He did the best he could. - Yo, his best sucked my asshole.
Grid, run a full body scan.
Please tell me you can fix Doctor fuck Up's fuck up.
I wanna be a hundred percent when I punch a hole
through his stupid corpse face!
According to Grid, there is no fuck up.
- How's that? - Whatever's wrong with your hand
it's not mechanical.
Well, scan me again, compadre, because that's all I am.
Not all of you.
You saying there's something wrong with my fucking brain?
You know, I'm not ashamed to say
that I've fantasized about Chief's death.
But now that it's happened, I...
I don't feel at all like I thought I would.
It's perfectly fine for you to feel, or not feel
whatever it is that you're feeling... Or not feeling.
Our relationship with Chief was complex.
I wouldn't expect our reaction to his death to be anything less than.
Well, how are you bearing up?
I have dress rehearsal for Our Town today
and I can't mar the production with my personal drama.
Therefore, I have taken great pains over the last week
to thoroughly and completely deal with my grief.
Well, I think it's great for you to perform in a play
that debases you and everyone you know.
Should be a terrific distraction.
Forgive me for not openly weeping over the piece of human garbage
that destroyed my career, my body and my life!
Hi, Dorothy.
Hello, sweetheart. Can I fix you or something to eat?
Maybe a big bowl of chocolate ice cream?
I know what you're trying to do, and the answer is still no.
I'm not burying Papa until Jane wakes up.
She deserves a chance to say goodbye.
She's had that body laid out for a week.
It's starting to smell like Louis B. Mayer
after an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet!
Someone needs to talk to her.
Wait, wait, no. Didn't the two of you bond over French toast?
Exactly. She's lukewarm at best towards you
so you've got nothing to lose.
Except my arms, and legs, and whatever else
her giant candle decides to rip off of me.
Were you up all night again?
You know, Rita and I made some sandwiches if you want...
- I'm not hungry. - Okay.
I'm sorry, I used all the peas.
Nah, it's all right. No one eats 'em anyway.
When I was still living on Danny...
sometimes it would be days, weeks, even months between Papa's visits.
But he always came back.
He'd bring me something from his travels
have on a big silly smile and say, "Let's build memories."
Memories are a comfort.
And when your dad first brought me here
it seemed like the only thing that kept me going were my memories.
The good, the bad, it didn't matter. But I got lost in them.
For decades. And when I finally looked outside of them
I was staggered by how much I gave up to the habit of holding on.
You've got so much life ahead of you, Dorothy.
Don't waste it like I did.
How do you let go?
I don't know if I've figured that part out yet.
But maybe we could help each other find a good place to start.
My dearest, Rita. As I have often told you
there are mysterious things in this world
that bear keeping an eye on.
This was the mission that I lived my life in service of
and in my death, I must now place that burden
upon your capable shoulders.
I hereby leave this secret to you.
I pray you never need it, but should the time come
you are the only one I trust.
Best wishes. Niles.
Kay? Kay!
Kay!
What the hell is this? Kay?
Kay?
What did she do to you?
Listen to me.
That woman calling herself Miranda, she lied to us.
She's not who she says she is. Come on, Kay.
I did what you wanted. I went back home.
I found your little lamb.
I'll fix this, Kay. I promise. Just like I always do.
I'll make it better. Okay? I promise.
And whenever you're ready.
And that's when I realized, I could make them pay.
The ones who laughed at me. Called me freak.
Goo-girl. Mrs. Melty.
They'd pay.
I'd suffocate them all under the weight of my rage.
Oh, the humanity!
My bees.
Just move off.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do next.
What does he want me to do?
Carry on his legacy? Clean up his mess?
Rewrite all this history? No! He turned me into nothing.
And now he wants me to be something else?
Well, I won't. I can't.
And I hate him for asking. And I hate myself
for hating him because I loved him, too.
And I never told him either of those things.
And now it's too late.
There's nothing left to say.
My bees. My bees. My bees.
What the fuck?
It's you. You're the Blob Lady!
Vic? Is Niles doing some sort of stasis experiment or is he...
I didn't wanna tell you over the phone.
Walking in on his corpse was a much better way to break the news.
Sorry. Lost track of time.
It's hard to believe that this day has finally come...
or that it didn't come much sooner.
- You okay? - I don't know.
- How are you? - I'm handling it.
Are you?
What do you want me to say? That you were right?
Thought I could help her but I just ended up making things way worse.
We try so hard to change the ones we love.
If it's any comfort...
it took me a lifetime to see the futility in that.
I know it hurts.
But don't use it as an excuse to hide away in here.
And I'm not just saying that
because there's a decomposing body down the hall.
Thanks, Dad.
No...
Hey, wake up. You're in danger. Kay's in danger.
I need you to take me up top.
Fuck... Everything's fucked!
And you left me here to fix it, again!
How am I supposed to fix this alone?
How can anyone do this alone?
You can't.
I know you're not Miranda.
I found her at the bottom of the well.
I found all the personas you murdered.
The only thing I didn't find down there was you, Daddy.
Think bigger, Jane. I'm not Daddy or Miranda.
I'm not even a persona at all.
I'm the infection that's been festering inside Kay
since personas even existed.
Every doubt, every fear, every hurt...
I'm the wound you can't help but scratch.
Your scratching gave me life.
Day after day, Kay's pain made me stronger.
Now, I've taken control.
After you're gone, I'll be the only thing that's left.
Goodbye, Jane.
Brain.
Problem.
Hand... Slow.
Cliff?
I came to ask a favor.
Holy Mary! Goddamn fucking shit!
I understand this might be an adjustment.
What the fuck are you? Are you a fucking ghost?
If you tell me to get a pottery wheel, I swear to God...
Yes, I am sure you'll find my current state very amusing, but...
But the truth of the matter is this.
I think my spirit is trapped here
because my body has not been put to rest in the proper way.
My remains have to be incinerated in order for my spirit to move on.
And it dawned on me that if anyone might enjoy the task
of burning me to ash, it would be you.
Oh, wow. Go fuck yourself.
You think I'm gonna help you get out of this house
and live happily ever after? Why are you even talking to me?
Shouldn't you be talking to your daughter?
How many times can she say goodbye? It's best I let her be.
Nope. Call bullshit.
You manipulated and destroyed the lives of total strangers
for your sole fucking benefit but now, you got the chance
to say a real goodbye to your daughter
suddenly, it's not about you? Bullshit.
My goodness. I've forgotten who I was speaking to.
Father of the Year.
Hey, asshole, at least I own my mistakes.
You are so full of shit, Cliff! You know that?
How do you wanna be remembered, at the end of it all?
When the last of you is oxidized into something unidentifiable?
How do you want your child to remember you?
Warts and all.
Well, I guess that makes you the better man than I.
You took everything from me, Chief. Everything.
And after it was all gone, the last thing I had was hating you.
Now, you're gone too. So, what the fuck now?
What about Clara?
I don't deserve to be a part of Clara's life.
You shouldn't give up, Cliff.
I've walked this God-forsaken rock for more than a hundred years
and one thing I've learned
is there's very little you can't recover from.
Sometimes we need a little help.
Which is why I sent the tape to Clara.
You what?
I hoped it would help you and Clara to mend things.
Help her with all the dozens of unanswered questions.
And to be completely honest...
I hoped it would help mend things between us.
There isn't a single gesture in this Goddamn universe
that could fix things between us.
But... Thank you.
Rita, I got a phone call for you, the Director.
Mickey, before you say a word
I want you to know there will not be
a repeat occurrence of what happened in rehearsal.
I am a professional. I will show up.
I will say my single line and I will go home.
It's good to hear you say that because the cast is relying on you.
Mickey?
This ain't Mickey, you saggy-faced freak.
Don't show your disgusting blobby face in Cloverton again.
We need to put the best behind us.
If we are ever going to travel farther.
Hello?
If you ever need a new perspective on earth
I highly recommend space.
I was staggered by how much I gave up to the habit of holding on.
What?
I gave up to the habit of holding on.
Where are you?
I highly recommend space.
What are you trying to...
Captain Larry Trainor, are you scared?
- Are you scared? - Stop! Stop, okay?
That's it... Oh, shit!
What is this, huh?
What? You want me to let go? Fine. I'm done.
No more Trainor family drama. No more dwelling.
It's finished, okay! Are you happy?
What? What are you...
No. No, I can't.
The Chief is dead.
The cord I've been clinging on to for 60 years is finally cut.
And every part of me apparently, you included
is telling me it's time to go.
But this isn't just about us or what we want. Rita needs me.
If I walk away or fly away from her now
after everything we've been through...
I'm sorry, I can't. Not now.
Didn't we do this already?
- Guess I'm not finished. - Well, neither am I.
What happened to you was wrong.
If you really believed that you would be helping me
not playing boy scout.
Can't do that, and you shouldn't either.
You have a code that you have to live by
but I have to live by mine too. And I wouldn't be who I am
if I let you blow up a building full of people.
So that's it?
I go to prison while the people who poisoned my body
and paid me to do horrible things on their behalf walk free?
It's not fair, Vic.
It's not fair and It's not right.
That's why I'm giving you a two-minute head-start
before I call the police.
You don't wanna become a name on my list, Vic.
Goodbye, Roni.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Jane?
I'm sorry.
- Thank you for bringing me Harry. - I'm sorry.
He helped me. He can help you too.
I can't fix it.
Everything is broken. There's no way up.
Think I know another way.
This is so stupid. I can't believe I'm taking advice from a ghost.
- Clara? Clara, is that you? - Dad?
Okay, don't hang up.
I want to apologize to you.
And I won't fuck it all up this time
by saying "fuck" a bunch of times or anything.
Dad! I can't do this right now!
Oh, is this not a good time?
Dad, I'm having a fucking baby right now!
I'm sorry I said "fuck."
Oh, fuck!
I've made a decision.
I'm going to take Papa up North, so he can rest next to Mama.
I wish you were awake, so you could say a proper goodbye to Papa.
I know you two didn't always get along.
But he really cared about you.
And I know you cared for him too.
I hope you'll be well again soon.
Everyone's so worried about you.
Cliff, especially.
I'm so sorry, Jane.
I'm so sorry, baby doll. I wish I could take it all back.
This is gonna get me to the surface?
We used this before we built the Underground.
It won't work.
You can't undo this, Jane. I'm the true primary.
You're just a coping mechanism. Alone. Afraid.
She's not alone.
Sweet, sweet baby.
You've forgotten.
Not only do I control your mind, I control your body as well.
And Jane can't save you, for I can end you.
You can't win.
Bullshit.
Bullshit... Fuck!
Jane?
If it isn't the little killer.
You're not Jane.
- Not as dumb as you look, ape-shape. - Where is she?
What have you done to her?
Jane is in trouble.
Is he here?
- Your pet? - You leave him alone.
Let me out...
- Does he wanna come out and fight? - No.
We are not fighting you. We are not hurting Jane.
Boo.
Everyone! Come quick! Jane's in trouble!
Holy shit! I'm going to be a grandpa! No, grandpappy, yeah.
Or, pops. Yeah, pops. Just pops!
Jane, guess what?
Wait, what the fuck is up with your face?
What the fuck?
You'll never make it to the surface on time.
You'll all die for nothing. No one is coming to save you.
Your friends left you behind. The Chief is dead.
Your body will die before you make it to the light.
Keep pushing!
- I got you... - Don't touch me.
Oh, she's back...
No.
Yeah, she's back.
It's just gonna come back. It always does.
Then we'll deal with it. Like we always do.
And in the meantime. What do we do with this?
What does it taste like?
Like, whatever you want.
Rita? You okay?
Just peachy.
- I'll be all right, you know. - Sure, you will.
- On my own, I mean. - Rita.
Rita Farr is not the millstone 'round anyone's neck.
No, it's not like that. I need you too.
But...
I think there's something he needs to show me.
I'll always be here for you.
Besides, maybe there's something left to discover. Or unlock here.
It's time for you and your sparkly chum to go.
- Would you water my plants? - I don't think so.
Would you come back?
I don't know.
It's not just up to me anymore.
But I hope so.
I will miss you, Larry.
I'll miss you too.
And you, I'll miss you too.
Hey, what do you say, pal, you wanna...
Call initiated.
You owe me twenty, bro.
What you talking about?
The Roni Evers case, somebody tipped her off.
- Shit. We know who? - Not yet. But we're on it.
Call terminated.
Can you feel him?
No, but I remember.
Hey, baby Clara. I'm your dad.
You okay?
Yeah, all good. Just my shitty robotics being shitty.
- I think it's helping him sleep. - Yeah.
Thanks for waiting, Daddy.
We're going on quite an adventure, Papa.
Will somebody do something about...
that?
For fuck's sake.
Arrival imminent.
- Arrival imminent. - You got to be fucking kidding.
Arrival imminent.
"There are mysterious things in this world
that bear keeping an eye on."
Arrival imminent.
I'm sure it was nothing important.
Gee, Hentrietta. That sure does feel like everything's come to an end.
Oh, Leonardo, don't you fret.
While it's true all things come to an end
every ending is actually a new beginning.
And you know what word I associate with new beginning?
Breakfast.
Possibilities, that's right I said possibilities
Life's filled With these opportunities
And so is our town
Possibilities statistical Probabilities are sort of
Potentialities lifts you up When you're down
Yes, exactly
They say that our story is ending
That we're all pretending
That our future's bright
But here in the town of Cloverton
Things are never overton
Because our story's just beginning
We're not losers, we're still winning
We're the heroes And our future is up to us
Now that...
That's the stuff.
Would you be a doll, dear? Would you?
Thank you.
Now would you be so kind as to tell me exactly where am I?
- Cloverton. - Cloverton. And the year?
2021.
Okay, that should work, I think.
Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find a Niles Caulder
would you? What?
Oh, well, guess I just have to find him myself then.
Thanks for nothing.
Niles Caulder, I'm coming.
- Yeah. - Hello.
Oh, no.
Oh, what the hell.
What the fuck?
Smile, Caulder.
Well, they ain't done with you yet, old man.