A Final Season of Rick and Morty

23 -- C-137s

President Morty slips out of a portal to see Rick's back, finding him still on the ground, as if he hadn't moved. Even his coat was still in the corner.

He takes his time walking over to him, but Rick doesn't shift or say a word.

He goes to Rick's front side and sees the packets of Szechuan Sauce still lying there, untouched... except...

Morty and Rayna burst in and see President Morty. Then 1-03 portals in, briefly distraught.

With his gun already out, Morty shoots the gun out of 1-03's hand when he draws it, keeping it aimed at him and President Morty when they each reach inside their coat—"Don't move."

President Morty stops but 1-03 slowly takes out his portal gun, looking to President Morty for silent cues he wasn't giving.

"Drop it and slide it over," Morty demands, but 1-03 just looks at President Morty again who was only looking at Morty. So Morty threatens 1-03, "In case you haven't heard, I just got finished painting the halls with Rick-brains, and one more of you won't mean shit to me."

Rick shifts, concerned to hear so.

"What are your orders, President Morty?" 1-03 asks.

President Morty glances at 1-03 for just a second to say, "You can slide it if you want. And you can also call me by my real name."

"Ok," 1-03 replies. Then he slides it.

Morty takes it, but President Morty glares at 1-03 as if he did something wrong and says, "I meant now."

"Huh?" 1-03 says. "I already addressed you, it would be weird here if I said your name again. It's called timing."

Annoyed, President Morty sighs, "Never mi—"

"Shut the hell up and back away from C-137!" Morty demands.

1-03 chuckles, "Which one?" then looks to President Morty, "(See, timing)."

President Morty eyes 1-03 and half smirks to grudgingly congratulate him on his better timing.

1-03 smirks larger to say, "Morty C-137: he's telling the truth, your Rick's Morty just killed dozens of bad Ricks—somehow only bad Ricks... FYI."

Hearing it so plainly, Morty's heart somehow breaks all over again, to know for certain that Rick wasn't his, but all that appears is his anger, anger towards himself for not realizing the obvious. 'Of course he is, you stupid god damn idiot. I'm so STUPID.' "Well, yeah, no duh he's yours!" But no one quite believes he knew, so he adds, "I mean if he wasn't, it'd—it'd be like if Vader wasn't Luke's father, this whole show would be a waste," motioning to President Morty's whole performance.

"(Emphasis on father)," President Morty mutters, aiming it towards Rick.

"God, get over it!" Morty barks. "Just—Just give me him anyhow." Then he points his gun at 1-03 creeping over, "Back off or you're dead!"

"So you're a Morty that can kill Ricks?" President Morty says with mock serenity. Looking to Morty but speaking to Rick, "Congrats. You've made a Morty more fucked up than I am, and in a fraction of the time." He looks to Rick's turned cheek, "Guess I was wrong when I said you couldn't change, because clearly you've gotten worse."

Meanwhile, Rayna was digging through Rick's coat in the corner, but doesn't find what she's looking for, so she walks over to Rick, but instead of grabbing him, she starts digging through his pants pockets—

"Hey—Get the—" Rick protests, batting her hands away, "What the—Fuck off—Get the fuck out of—" and manages to push her away.

She looks to President Morty instead, pointing a furious finger at Rick, then at her voice box.