The girl is alone...
...the girl is small...
...the girl shivers and quakes.
No!
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.
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've 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?
♪ Time ♪
♪ Flowing like a river ♪
♪ Time ♪
♪ Beckoning me ♪
You good?
Yeah.
♪ Who knows when We shall meet again ♪
What the fuck?
♪ Time ♪
Are you okay, Cliff?
I'm fucking incredible.
Go!
Rita?
♪ Flowing like a river ♪
You okay?
♪ To the sea ♪
♪ Goodbye, my love ♪
♪ The tide waits for me ♪
♪ But time ♪
♪ Keeps flowing Like a river ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ To the sea ♪
My God.
Dorothy.
- What the fuck?
Father?
Father!
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's 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.
Yeah, well, his best sucked my asshole.
Great. Run a full body scan.
Please tell me you can fix Dr. Fuckup's fuckup.
I want to be a hundred percent
when I punch a hole through his stupid corpse face.
According to grid, there is no fuckup.
- 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're 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 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 the 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 something to eat?
Maybe a big bowl of chocolate ice cream, hmm?
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.
Hey, 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.
No, it's all right.
No one eats them 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...
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 figured that part out yet...
but maybe we could help each other
find a good place to start.
My dearest Rita, as I've 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 the secret to you.
I pray you'll never need it, but should the time come,
you were the only one I trust.
Best wishes, Niles.
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 said 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 can 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!
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.
- Who the fuck... It's you!
You're the Blob Lady!
Rick?
Is Niles doing some sort of stasis experiment?
Or is he...
I don't want to tell you over the phone.
Walking in on his corpse
was a much better way to break the news.
Sorry, I lost track of time.
It's hard to believe that this day's finally come,
or that it didn't come much sooner.
Are 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?
I 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.
Hey...
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, no, no.
Hey, wake up. You're in danger. Kay's in danger.
I need you to take me up top.
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck.
Everything's fucked! And you left me here to fix it, again!
How am I supposed to fix this alone?
How could 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 for 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. Yes, I am sure you find my current state very amusing,
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 going to 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? - Ah!
It's best I let her be.
Nope. Calling bullshit.
You manipulated and destroyed the lives of total strangers
for your sole fucking benefit,
but now you've got the chance to say a real goodbye to your daughter,
suddenly it's not about you? Bullshit.
My goodness. I'd 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 want to be remembered at the end of it all?
When the last of you has oxidized into something unidentifiable?
How do you want your child to remember you?
Warts and all.
Well, I guess that makes you a 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 godforsaken rock for more than 100 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.
♪ Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah ♪
♪ Ooh-wah ♪
♪ If your sweetheart ♪
Rita, I got a phone call for you. Your director.
♪ ...of goodbye ♪
♪ You'll feel better ♪
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.
♪ So let your hair down ♪
♪ And go right on, baby And cry ♪
♪ Go on and cry ♪
We need to put the past 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? Are you scared? - Stop.
I highly recommend space. - Stop! Stop! Okay, that's--
- 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 have 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, hmm?
I go to prison, but 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 want to become a name on my list, Vic.
Goodbye, Roni.
I'm sorry.
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.
I 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.
Uh, I want... 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.
I can't. I can't do this right now.
Oh, uh, 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 on,
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, Kay.
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 I 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. But I can end you.
You can't win.
Bullshit.
Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit!
Fuck!
Jane?
Mm.
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. Let me out. Let me out.
- Mm. -Let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
- Does he want to come out and fight? - No.
We're not fighting you.
We're not hurting Jane.
Mm. Boo.
Everyone, come quick!
Jane's in trouble!
Holy shit, I'm gonna be a grandpa.
No, no, uh, grandpappy. Yeah.
Or, uh, 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 will 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!
No!
I got you. I got you.
Don't touch me!
Oh, she's back.
She's back.
No.
Yeah, she's back.
It's just going to 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, no, it's not like that.
I need you, too.
But I...
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.
Will you water my plants?
- I don't think so.
Will you come back?
I don't know.
It's not just up to me anymore.
But I hope so.
I will miss you, Larry.
Yeah, I'll miss you, too.
And you... I'll miss you, too.
Hey...
What do you say, pal?
Do you wanna... Whoa!
Call initiated.
You owe me 20, bro.
What are you talking about?
The Roni Evers case. Somebody tipped her off.
Oh, shit. We know who?
Not yet, but we're on it.
Call terminated.
♪ Can't think of anythin' I need ♪
Can you feel him?
No.
But I remember.
Hi, baby Clara.
I'm your dad.
♪ Making love with you ♪
♪ Has left me peaceful Warm and tired ♪
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. All good.
Just my shitty robotics being shitty.
I think it's helping him sleep.
Yeah.
♪ Sometimes ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
♪ And to love you ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
♪ Yes, to love you ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
♪ Peace came upon me ♪
♪ And it leaves me weak ♪
Thanks for waiting, Danny.
We're going on quite an adventure, Papa.
♪ Sometimes ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
♪ And to love you ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
♪ Yes, to love you ♪
♪ All I need Is the air that I breathe ♪
Will somebody do something about...
...that?
For fuck's sake.
Ugh.
Arrival imminent.
You've got to be fucking kidding.
Arrival imminent.
There are mysterious things in this world
that bear keeping an eye on.
Arrival imminent.
Arrival...
I'm sure it was nothing important.
Gee, Henrietta,
it 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 ♪
♪ All sorts of potentialities ♪
♪ Lift you up When you're down ♪
Yes, exactly.
♪ They say That our story is ending ♪
♪ Now we're all pretending ♪
♪ That our future's bright ♪
♪ But here In the town of Cloverton ♪
♪ Things are never over-ton ♪
♪ Because our story's Just beginning ♪
♪ We're not losers We're still winning ♪
♪ We're the heroes And our future's up to us ♪
Oh!
That...
Oh...
That's the stuff.
Would you, um, be a doll, dear, would you?
Thank you.
Now, would you be so kind as to tell me exactly
where am I?
- Cloverton.
- And the year? - 2021.
Oh.
Okay, that should work. I think.
Say, you wouldn't happen to know
where I could find a Niles Caulder, would you?
What?
Oh.
Oh, well.
Guess I'll just have to find him myself, then.
Thanks for nothing.
Niles Caulder... I'm coming.
Uh...
Huh.
Oh.
Well, hello.
No.
Oh, what the hell.
What the fu...
Smile, Caulder. The world ain't done with you yet, old man.
Greg, move your head!