Anyway, that's how I escaped from space prison!
Oh! Scary place.
Wow, Rick! That's — That's one — one heck of a story.
I sure do wish I could've been there to see it happen.
Oh, come on. Who wants to watch a mad scientist
use handmade sci-fi tools
to take out highly trained alien guards
when we can sit here and be a family at Shoney's?
Dad, it's great to have you back, no matter where we are.
But wouldn't you like to go home?
Emotionally speaking, honey, Shoney's is my home.
Yeah, but you just got out of prison.
I mean, how much of a step up from that is —
Jerry, get out of the booth, take all your clothes off,
- and fold yourself 12 times. - You got it.
Six folds, huh?
W-What, have you guys got me in a Series 9000?
You cheap insect fucks didn't think I was worth
your best equipment?
Man, I told the money bugs.
I said, "You know who this guy is, right?
You want me to get intel out of the smartest mammal
in the galaxy, you'd better give me a decent brainalyzer."
Well, you might as well order some pancakes,
because I don't see the need to leave this part of my brain.
Oh, I think you do.
Eventually, you're either gonna relax your cerebellum...
Shoney's.
or the Series 9000 is going to turn it into mush.
- I admire you, Rick.
- When I —
- Rick, here's —
- What's going on? - It's hard to tell.
He may have manifested some sort of butt.
He can do that?
He is the smartest man in the universe.
I tell you, the Galactic Federation taking over Earth —
best thing that's ever happened to this family.
I just got my sixth promotion this week,
and I still don't know what I do.
Who cares how high they promote you?
Everyone just gets paid in pills.
Well, when you're not sure what you do for a living,
you can make your own rules.
Summer, show your father some respect.
He's pulling down a six-chewable-figure income.
- I'll get that in a moment.
How are everyone's pills?
Oh, Morty, you've hardly touched your pills.
I kind of had big pills for lunch, and I...
wasn't gonna eat any more pills.
Thank you, Conroy.
You spoil us, Conroy.
Grandpa Rick wouldn't put up with this!
Stop saying his name. He abandoned us.
Willem Dafoe!
T-That's the guy I couldn't think of this morning.
Don't make my mistake, Summer.
Don't deify the people that leave you.
You'll end up a horse surgeon in a world controlled by aliens
whose medicine keeps horses... healthy forever.
Horses live longer than tortoises now!
Is that what you want for yourself?
Maybe I just want you to care if I run away yelling!
Who saved room for pill brûrlée?
Ooh!
I can see why you chose this family-friendly restaurant
to represent your cerebellum.
So safe, so comfortable, so Shoney's.
But admit it, Rick — You're going crazy cooped up in here.
- Let's go visit some memories. - Oh, any particular ones?
You want to see my first boner
or should we go straight to the moment
I discovered interdimensional travel?
Ooh. Your little flappy doodles are twitching.
Does that mean you're aroused, or did you just get a signal
that one of your buddies found a grape?
It's arousal.
Yes, I'd like very much to visit the memory
of you inventing your portal gun.
- Yeah. Well, tough titties.
There's no tougher titty than a psychotic break, Rick.
Well, that depends on who breaks first — me or the titty.
Someone special you remember?
Is that your memory of her out there —
between where you were on 9/11
and your favorite sports blooper?
If we stay here, you'll die, along with all your memories.
If you take me where I want to go,
she'll be there, too, won't she?
The day I invented the portal gun is the day I lost her.
Oh, that sounds cool.
I can get what I want and you can say goodbye.
Fine, but I'm driving.
as an excuse to strip away our freedom.
Huh? What are you — What are you doing?
Grandpa Rick must have some secret lab, right?
With, like, laser guns and jets packs and a space tank!
And we can go break him out of prison!
Look at these dead flies!
Maybe if we arrange them in a certain order,
it plays a hologram or it opens a secret door.
Summer, you're freaking me out!
I know things have changed a lot, and I know you miss Rick,
but getting him back wouldn't make things better.
And, you know, we're not doing so bad.
We're miserable, Morty!
There's a mandatory curfew, their weird calendar made me 47,
and they weaponized the Eiffel Tower!
I like being 35. H can rent a car now.
Because you suck!
You've been keeping your lip zipped about it
since Grandpa got arrested, but the fact is,
you're freaking stoked to bail on him.
He bails on everybody!
He bailed on Mom when she was a kid!
He - He bailed on tiny planet!
And in case I never made this clear to you, Summer,
he bailed on you.
He left you to rot in a world that he ruined
because he doesn't care!
Because nobody's special to him, Summer, not even himself.
So if you really want your grandpa back, grab a shovel.
The one that won't let you down is buried in your backyard!
You're right!
What? No! I'm not right!
H was using ghoulish overkill!
Ghoulish overkill, Summer!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Whoa, whoa!
- Where are we going? - To the day it all began —
and ended.
The moment that changed everything.
Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?
Yeah, I'd like to get a 10-piece McNugget
and, uh, a bunch of the Szechuan sauce.
Like. As much as you're allowed to give me.
In 1998, they had this promotion for the Disney film "Mulan,"
where they - where they -
they created a new sauce for the McNuggets
called Szechuan sauce, and it's delicious!
And then they got rid of it, and now it's gone.
The only place we're gonna be able to try it is in my memory.
Rick, you're doing this bit while your brain is melting.
Okay. All right, all right.
I used to wear blue pants.
When'd you make the leap to interdimensional travel?
I didn't. I did.
Well, well, well. If it isn't us.
You know the worst part about inventing teleportation?
Suddenly you're able to travel the whole galaxy,
and the first thing you learn is
you're the last guy to invent teleportation.
Fortunately, you're about to invent something
much more powerful.
What?
Summer, nobody has to know about that.
We could put it right back and pretend we never saw it,
like we did with Dad's mannequin leg.
Fine. Stay here. I'll rescue Grandpa myself.
- How are you gonna do that? - I don't know yet.
I'll make it up as I go. That's what Grandpa Rick does.
That's what heroes do.
You want to see what a hero Rick is?
I-I'll bring you somewhere, Summer!
- Um... - My goodness, children.
Relinquish the illegal technology
to the nearest Federation representative.
And then we'll all play Balderdash.
Oh, my goodness!
Oh! Oh! My goo—
Oh, my God.
I have that exact same top.
What is this place?
And what's with "Hunger Games" Summer?
That's my sister. This used to be my home.
Imagine doing anything you want,
then hopping to a timeline where you never did it.
Imagine going anywhere, anytime, with nobody able to stop you.
- Sounds lonely. - Lonely?
Dude, you have yourself — your infinite selves.
It's a nonstop party
where all the guests are the only person we like.
You think it's cool being the smartest man on Earth,
but once we give you this technology,
you become the smartest thing in every conceivable universe —
the Infinite Rick, a god.
Enh, pass.
Excuse me? Bro, Ricks don't pass on this.
Who do you think you are?
A different kind of Rick, I guess.
Well, we'll see how long that lasts.
I heard sci-fi noises. Did you make a breakthrough?
Sort of.
I just took a long look at myself,
and I don't think this science thing is gonna pay off.
Well, why don't I get Beth and we'll go out for ice cream?
That, Diane, is the last great idea
that will ever be had in this garage.
Good roasted Cronenberg, I assume.
Mom, you're looking... feral.
I can't believe Rick did this.
These are the parts of Rick's adventures
you don't get to see — the parts he leaves behind.
All right. It's been great, guys.
Um, I really only wanted to stop by here
for a quick "I told you so."
60, uh... - Looking for this?
- What are you doing with that? - It stinks of Rick.
- No! Why?
Why would you do that?
W-What is the matter with you people?
You're a bunch of back savages —
backwood savage morons!
You can never leave. She cannot remain.
She stinks of Rick.
- Aah! - Aah!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire! I'm Morty C-137.
We detected a compromised portal gun.
- Where is your Rick? - He's in prison.
Summer.
He got captured by the Federation,
and we were going to rescue him.
Very troubling.
We can't risk Citadel secrets
falling into the Federation's hands.
We'll dispatch S.E.A.L. Team Ricks immediately
to break into the prison holding C-137...
Boo-yam.
and assassinate him.
Boo-nah?
- Come on, girls!
The ice cream's gonna melt!
No-o-o-o-o-o-o!
Wow. This sauce is fucking amazing.
You said it was promoting a movie?
Carry the 3, add a 2.
I got it.
I fucking got it!
Whoa. I-Is that it - the portal gun?
Yeah.
That's the three lines of math that separates my life as a man
from my life as an unfeeling ghost.
Awesome possum.
Mission Control, you getting this?
Holy shit, yes!
W Yes! e got it!
- Yeah! All right! - Thanks, Rick.
I'll try to remember to shut off the brainalyzer.
Actually, I think it shuts off automatically
once your brain is liquid.
Don't know, don't care.
Pull me out.
Hey, pull me out. Can you hear me?
Nope, they cannot.
- Why not? - Because the code you uploaded
wasn't actually my portal-gun formula.
It was a virus giving me full control over the brainalyzer.
What are you talking about? This is a memory.
Y-You can't alter details of a memory.
True, but you can alter anything you want
about a totally fabricated origin story.
It's a trap! Abort! I'm still in his Shoney's!
Repeat — We never left his Shoney's!
Mission accomplished, boys. Pull me out.
Roger that.
Have fun in what's left of my brain.
I'm gonna transfer to yours.
Oh, there's not enough room for all my genius,
so I'm leaving you with my fear of wicker furniture,
my desire to play the trumpet,
my tentative plans to purchase a hat,
and six years of improv workshops.
- Comedy comes in threes. - It's a trap!
- Abort! We never left his -
No!
Another day, another dollar.
Am I a great insect creature or what?
Congratulations, Agent.
You'll be highly commended for this.
Always wait for permission to
Feel accomplishment — That's my motto.
One thing still perplexes me —
Why would Rick Sanchez turn himself in?
Well, I'm just a dumb-ass bug, but it's possible Rick knew
he'd be interrogated at this facility,
where we not only keep our most wanted,
but our most sensitive data.
Anyone here with level-9 access could
I don't know. Collapse the government.
I'm just gonna go take a dump.
Is it cool if I use the level-9 bathrooms?
W-What's the level-9 master access code again?
Oh, that's easy - 5.3 _
Oh, yeah!
S.E.A.L. Team Ricks in the house!
Hi, Rick.
Bye, Rick.
D-99, y-you okay?
I'm bummed I didn't get to give that insect dick a test drive.
Wait, wait, wait, wait! T-The Council of Ricks sent us.
We have your Morty and Summer.
They're prisoners on the Citadel.
- Great.
- Security breach in room 6755.
Lovely.
Not only is my plan screwed up, I also forgot how to improvise.
- All security people approach.
Security breach.
A city of Grandpas?
It's the Citadel of Ricks.
All the different Ricks from all the different realities
got together to hide here from the government.
But if every Rick hates the government,
why would they hate Grandpa?
Because Ricks hate themselves the most.
And our Rick is the most... himself.
Not anymore, homey.
S.E.A.L. Team Ricks turned his unibrow
into two brows — with a bullet.
Your Rick's dead! Your Rick's dead!
Sir, Rick D-99 is returning from the mission alone.
Apparently, S.E.A.L. Team Ricks suffered heavy casualties.
Bring him in.
He says he'll only talk to a Rick with higher clearance.
La-di-da. Give me that.
D-99, this is the commander in chief of the Citadel's militia.
Go— Good enough.
He's a spy. Blow him up. I'm gonna go take a shit.
Operating an unregistered portal gun,
radicalizing a Summer,
conspiring with a traitorous Rick.
How do you plead?
How is this a fair trial?
O-Our lawyer is a Morty!
It's not fair, you have no rights, and he's not a lawyer.
We just keep him here because he's fun.
Look at him go.
Yeah!
We'll be lenient if you renounce your Rick.
What say you, Summer?
I say fuck you! My grandpa was my hero.
You killed him because you were jealous of him.
That's pretty obvious from the haircuts.
So do what you want to me, but let my brother go.
He already renounced Rick.
M o Morty?
- What?
N-No, I don't want to see your pog collection.
I don't renounce Rick, and I never have.
I was just trying to protect my sister.
I wanted you to have a normal life.
That's something you can't have when Rick shows up.
Everything real turns fake. Everything right is wrong.
All you know is that you know nothing and he knows everything.
And, well — well, he's not a villain, Summer,
but he shouldn't be your hero.
He's more like a demon or a super fucked-up god.
Let's not suck the ghost of his dick too hard.
He was a terrorist, and now he's dead.
Oh, yeah? If you think my Rick's dead, he's alive!
And if you think you're safe, he's coming for you!
Hey! Whoa, whoa! What are you doing in here?
This area is for teleporting the entire Citadel
to somewhere else using only buttons and dials.
Yeah? Well, it's a bad idea
to have it designed that way then, isn't it?
- What the fuck?
We just teleported into a Galactic federal prison!
- I'm gonna go take a shit.
Order in the court! Whoa! What the hell?
Oh, my God!
Aah!
Wait, wait, wait, wait! No, no, no!
Whoa!
The Citadel has been teleported to Federation space.
It's doomed. This has to be 0-137, you guys.
- What are we gonna do? - You know he's coming for us.
All right! Calm down! We have his Summer as a hostage.
Obviously, I get her.
You guys play Rick, Laser, Scissors for the Morty.
W-What the hell is that?
Payback.
Grandpa Rick!
- Duh. - You're alive!
- Rick! - Morty, take this.
You're gonna need it later.
Hold on. Hold on. Whoa!
That's enough, Rick.
What — What's this supposed to accomplish?
We have infinite grandkids.
You're trying to use Disney bucks at a Caesars Palace here.
That's a bluff. He's bluffing, sir. He loves me.
You're a rogue Rick — irrational, passionate.
You love your grandkids. You came to rescue them.
I came to kill you, bro.
That's not even my original Summer.
Oh, my God. He's not bluffing. He's not bluffing!
- R-Rick? - Why not shoot through her?
Twenty yards, nine-gauge plasma pistol.
My first shot would liquify her insides and injure you,
second shot adds recoil.
The risk to me is minimized if I wait for you to shoot her,
which I'm encouraging you to do.
- What the fuck? - Or let her go,
which I will reward with a quicker death.
Because you love her!
Because it's incentive for you to give me my cleanest shot,
which will be your least painful death.
But if you want to die slower than that, I'm super into it.
All you got to do to get that started is kill the girl.
- I hate you! - Not an issue, sweetie.
That's enough! Drop the gun, Rick!
Morty, I know you're too stupid to get this,
but you're really fucking this up right now.
I'm not letting you let my sister die!
Drop the gun!
I wasn't gonna let her die, you fucking moron!
The point is he thought I was going to.
I totally did, by the way. You're a fucking moron, Morty.
Morty, you fucking idiot!
You're a serious fucking idiot, Morty!
You basically killed us all!
- You're the worst! - You're dumb as a bag of sand!
Who's stupid now, bitch?
Morty! We just got him back!
That was amazing, Morty.
Oh, my God.
Okay. Let's wrap this -
Good job, Morty. Let's go, kids.
What? What happened?
Oldest Rick trick in the book.
"Fake gun. Shoot me in standoff."
- Brilliant! - Ha! Yeah.
G-Good thing I saw that note.
Couldn't we just portal home?
Not until I finish what I started.
And that is how you get level-9 access without a password.
Freeze!
Employee of the month, ladies and gentlemen.
So what are you doing with level-9 access anyways?
Destroying the Galactic government.
- Awesome! - Whoa! Cool!
Are you going to set all their nukes to target each other?
Ooh, or — or reprogram their military portals
to disintegrate their entire space fleet?
Good pitches, kids. I'm almost proud.
But watch closely as Grandpa topples an empire
by changing a one... to a zero.
Mr. President, the Blemflarck's value just dropped to nothing.
What do you mean?
I mean our single centralized Galactic currency
just went from being worth one of itself to zero of itself.
- Dear God, no. - Calm down, people.
Deploy the Galactic militia and declare martial law.
Yes, sir.
Uh, what should I pay them with?
Their payment is the honor they'll feel to serve their —
Wait. Who's paying me to yell at this guy?
I can answer that — for money.
I never thought I'd live to see this day.
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
There's a solution here you're not seeing.
- Give me your jacket! - Give me those pants!
I want more jackets!
He who controls the pants controls the galaxy!
No longer will the insects have domain over surface world!
Jerry, what the hell is happening?
The Galactic government collapsed.
- Are you okay? - Look.
I'm not proud to share this, but the truth is,
I just kept crawling, and it kept working.
- Oh, I'm glad you're okay.
Are we ever going to stop paying for indulging your father?
Our children, our planet, our jobs.
Is there anything left to lose?
Just each other, and I'll never let you go.
And I'm so sorry I ever did this to us.
Guess who dismantled the government.
- Please don't leave me again. - I never will, baby.
I was right! He turned himself in on purpose!
It was all part of his plan!
Jerry. Is there any light bear left?
It's insane what you miss in prison.
Um, okay.
No, no, no. Foot-down time.
No. You're right. Where's the vodka?
Beth, it's him or me!
Seems like you guys need some privacy.
I'll, uh, I'll be in the garage.
What the fuck? Not cool, Jerry!
A man's garage is his castle.
Jerry's going to spend some time... divorced.
Oh. Oh, I-I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie.
I hope I had nothing to do with that.
Oh, God. Dad, that is not your burden to bear.
I feel terrible that I misjudged you.
This is gonna be good for Jerry.
- For everybody. - For everybody.
- I better tend to Jerry
before he changes his mind and doesn't move out.
I will leave you two to your adventures.
Oh, my God.
Nancy says they're drawing and quartering aliens
in the school courtyard,
and it technically counts as patriotism.
Geez! Are my parents seriously gonna get divorced?
All right, Rick. I'm gonna go to my — Gah!
Not so fast, Morty. You heard your mom.
We've got adventures to go on, Morty, just you and me.
And sometimes your sister and sometimes your mom,
but never your dad.
You want to know why, Morty? Because he crossed me.
Okay. Take it easy, Rick. T-That's dark.
Oh, it gets darker, Morty.
Welcome to the darkest year of our adventures.
First thing that's different —
- no more Dad, Morty. - Oh, geez.
He threatened to turn me in to the government,
so I made him and the government go away.
Oh, fuck.
I've replaced them both as the de facto patriarch
of your family and your universe.
Your mom wouldn't have accepted me
if I came home without you and your sister,
so now you know the real reason I rescued you.
I just took over the family, MOW.
And if you tell your mom or sister I said any of this,
I'll deny it, and they'll take my side
because I'm a hero, Morty.
Now you're gonna have to go and do whatever I say, Morty,
Forever!
And I'll — I'll go out and I'll find some more of that
"Mulan" Szechuan teriyaki dipping sauce, Morty.
- What are you talking about? - Because that's —
that's what this is all about. Marty!
- Szechuan? - That's my one-armed man!
I'm not driven by avenging my dead family, Morty!
That was fake!
I-I'm driven by finding that McNugget sauce.
I want that "Mulan" McNugget sauce, Morty!
- That's my series arc, Morty! - What the hell?
If it takes nine seasons, I want my McNugget dipping sauce —
- Szechuan sauce, Morty. - What are you talking about?
That's what's gonna take us
- all the way to the end, Morty. - What are you talking about?
Nine more seasons, Morty.
Nine more seasons until I get that dipping Szechuan sauce.
- What is that? - For 97 more years, Morty!
What are you talking about?
I want that McNugget sauce. Morty!
Is it ready?
Yes. We can bring it online now.
Do it.
I am Phoenix Person.
Phoenix Person? Is that what we settled on?
I thought we all agreed on Cyber Bird.
Y-You said you didn't care what he was called
as long as we brought him back.
Yeah, but Phoenix Person?
Fine. Fuck it. Who cares?
Ka-kaw!