The Boy and The Psycho

The Frankel Footage

The jazz music continues to play as Five and I chase Luther through the maze of tables.

"The hell is wrong with you, Luther? I just told you the world's gonna end in ten days," Five exclaims.

"Yeah, well, you're always saying that," Luther shrugs and pushes past us.

"And so far, I've been right."

"Look, you want to go save the world? Knock yourself out. All right? I already got a job."

"Wait, you work in this shithole?" I ask as I look around the club.

"Yeah. Well, my boss owns the place. I'm his body man."

"What's that? Like a masseuse or something?" I question.

"Okay, Fi, you can make fun all you want, but I take good care of Mr. Ruby."

"Wait, Ruby. The Jack Ruby, the gangster who shot Oswald?" Five pipes in.

"Yeah, the one and only," Luther nods.

"Well, it finally happened. That gorilla DNA has taken over your mind," Five shakes his head.

"Hey, watch it, all right? Jack's a good friend."

"And you're Number One. Numero Uno. Remember?" I remind Luther.

"There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963. Look, I've been stranded here alone for a year. What did you guys expect?" Luther rants.

"I get it, all right? You watched Pogo die, the world exploded, and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I'm sorry, okay? But we're asking you for your help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you," Five looks up at Luther.

Luther scoffs softly, "It doesn't need me. It never did."

"Luther, honey, Jack's about to lose it on some half-wit. A little help?" A lady comes up and interrupts our conversation.

"Ah, shit," Luther mumbles before getting up and leaving Five and I.

"Luther, wait," Five calls.

"Listen. You're the genius who said we should jump. Right? You're the one who got us stuck here. And you're the one who brought Vanya. So if there is a doomsday coming, she's probably the cause. And if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you. Love you, Fi," Luther rants before turning to leave for good.

Five and I take a seat at the bar and turn back to watch Luther as he escorts a drunken man from the club.

"Dad should've left him on the moon," Five whispers closely into my ear causing me to giggle through my drink.

I look up at Five and nudge him slightly, "don't be mean, Five."

Five smirks and grabs my hand, pulling me up out of the seat to leave. As we get up, his coat tears on the chair. He looks down and fidgets with the end of the coat but scrunches his eyebrows as he pulls an orange box from the pocket.

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"Elliot, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five asks as he examines the photos of our siblings.

"Of course. Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere."

"I didn't see a darkroom," I add.

"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet."

Five scribbles out the date on the box as he walks towards Elliot.