[buzzer blares]
[dramatic music]
[no audible dialogue]
♪
- Hi, Dad.
- How you doing, Arti?
- I can't stay in that foster home anymore.
Macaroni and cheese, bunk beds, basic cable,
no football Sunday pass.
[buzzer blares]
- Animals. - Tryouts are Wednesday.
Coach Morrison's coming in from Lincoln.
- The Big Ten.
Sweetie, you are gonna crush it.
- You're gonna be great.
- I don't know.
- Hey, look at me.
You're the best in the state.
- I miss you.
- Oh, sweetie...
I miss you, too.
- Mom says she loves you.
♪
- You tell your mother I love her.
[buzzer blares, door opens]
- All right, visit's over.
- You said I had 15 minutes.
- Yeah, well, time flies in prison, huh?
[laughs]
Ah, don't worry-- there's always next week
and the week after that and the week after that.
[laughing]
[heroic music]
♪
[dramatic music]
- Chuck?
Hello? Can you hear me?
Chuck, come in.
Please, Chuck.
Why are we in danger?
Who is Eclipso?
- Searching. Searching. Searching.
- [sighs] Darn signal.
- Oh, hey, honey.
- Oh. [chuckles]
Mom. Hey, hi.
I didn't hear you come in.
You just missed Dad.
Did you lose something?
- I could have sworn I--
Ah. Found them.
- Mom, hey. [chuckles]
You know what I was thinking about the other day?
Blue Valley Putt-Putt--
the one you and Dad used to go to all the time
when you were first dating.
- Didn't they close down?
- Well, they were going to.
They came really close to calling it quits.
- They always had a good crowd. I wonder what happened.
- Yeah.
I've been wondering the same thing myself.
The point is, they're back in business.
Isn't that great?
You and Dad should go, like old times.
[chuckles] It could be like a date.
- Well, honey, your dad's very busy this week, and so am I.
But maybe you and your friends can go.
- Yeah. - It'll be fun.
See ya, hon.
- Bye, Mom.
[sighs]
[goggles beep]
[mischievous music]
♪
[goggles beeping]
- Confidential?
Since when is anything in the JSA database confidential?
[sentimental music]
♪
- I was up most of the night.
- I'm sorry, I just--
you know, I thought you should know everything.
- It's scary, the black diamond.
- Yeah.
- I mean, what happened with Doctor Mid-Nite,
and do we tell Courtney
about the JSA and--
- Eclipso? - Yeah.
[door closes] - What was that about Eclipso?
- How do you know about Eclipso?
- How do youknow about Eclipso?
- You first.
- Well, I don't know about him.
Doctor Mid-Nite's goggles warned Beth that
Eclipso is here in Blue Valley.
- The goggles said that? - How do they know?
- The trouble alerts, I guess.
But all the files on Eclipso are confidential,
and I couldn't find any in the basement.
Why, Pat? Who is Eclipso?
- He's the devil in the shadows.
Evil, Court, real evil,
imprisoned inside the black diamond.
- The one The Shade's looking for.
- And whoever has the diamond has Eclipso's power.
- What... what are Eclipso's powers?
- He can get inside your head,
make you see things that aren't there.
Starman said the diamond
drove people to do, uh...
bad things...
to themselves and to others.
- But the JSA stopped Eclipso?
- Yeah, somehow they managed to, but...
the longer Eclipso's active,
the more powerful he becomes.
- So The Shade, who kicked our collective butts
without lifting a single finger,
is looking for the black diamond
to team up with pure evil.
To do what?
- [scoffs] I don't know.
- [sighs]
Mom, don't worry. We got this.
- Court. - No, Mom, I'll be smart.
There's nothing online about Eclipso, so we'll do recon
the old-fashioned way-- hitting the books.
Beth's already on her way to the library.
We won't rush in.
I won't rush in, Mom. I promise.
- Promise. - Yes.
Love you.
- [sighs]
[foreboding music]
♪
- I didn't want her dead.
I'm still upset by that. You hear me?
- I do, but this isn't really
about your stepmother, is it, Cynthia?
- Cindy?
Sweetheart, is that you?
- Mom?
- You're not gonna hurt me again, are you?
Baby, I'm so sorry I let your father find you.
- No, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorr--
[breathing heavily]
Make her go away.
- Please, don't hurt me. - Now!
♪
- You wallow in pain over your birth mother.
I simply wanted to show you
that you must put the past behind you.
- You ever do that again,
and I'll throw this diamond into a volcano.
- I am only here to help.
I only desire what you desire.
♪
- Let's get back to work.
♪
- Look, you and I both know
that fostering kids ain't cheap, okay?
And now I've got another one with parents in prison.
I don't know who told you I said that,
but it just ain't true, okay?
No, I got five now, not four.
- What is this? I can't eat this.
- Listen, as much as I'd like to,
I just can't foster these kids for free.
- How hard is it to buy whey protein?
- They didn't have wheat protein.
- Not wheat. It's whey.
- Hey, are you gonna get out or what?
- [sighs] Can I at least have some money
so I can buy a decent lunch?
- You got a decent lunch.
- You didn't even pack me a protein bar.
- Listen, you need to turn it down a notch, missy, okay?
Or else I'm not gonna be accepting
any more of those collect calls from the penitentiary.
You got it?
- My tryouts are today.
What am I supposed to do for fuel?
- I don't know. That's your business.
Now get to steppin'.
I got a nail appointment to get to.
[dramatic music]
♪
[grunts]
♪
[crowd cheering, shouting]
♪
- "Married Felons Break Out of Prison."
- I'll take one of those.
♪
Hiya, sport.
- Hey, yourself.
I-I'd love to stay and catch up,
but I still got papers to deliver,
And today is collection day. - Oh.
- I'm livin' off tips, you know, what can I say?
- Here's a tip.
Don't try and run from us 'cause you can't.
- That's a good tip.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
- How can you not have acai or wheatgrass?
- Because this is a high-school cafeteria,
not a farmers market.
- What about fresh berries?
- Sorry, honey, but if you wanted the fancy stuff,
you should have brought it from home.
- What is that?
- The only piece of fresh fruit in this place.
Consider it a peace offering for the misunderstanding
with the hockey stick.
- What are you staring at, Montez?
- Nothing, I just can't believe
they don't have wheatgrass either.
- Thanks. - Yeah. No problem.
Um, I-I just wanted to say,
I'm really sorry for the situation that you're in.
I can't imagine how tough that must be.
- What situation?
- Oh. Um...
you know, that situation that you--
or, um, your parents--
um, them being...in prison.
- My parents are innocent.
They shouldn't even be there. - [scoffs]
Everyone's mocking us now.
But we Crocks don't forgive.
And we don't forget.
- Ow!
- Boy...
she's got anger issues.
- Tell that to the apple.
[clocks ticking]
- Well, Mr. Tyler, it seems as if you've done it again.
Another perfect score.
- [chuckles]
I told you...
I studied.
- Um, Mr. Tyler...
I'm sorry I doubted you.
It's just--
- What everyone does.
[dramatic music]
It's okay.
♪
- [sighs]
♪
[door opens, closes]
♪
[insect buzzing]
♪
- Hi, Isaac.
Yes, I am back from my trip abroad.
[chuckles]
And it is so wonderful to see you.
You know, I've always wanted to tell you how much I admired
your musical talents.
- Y-you notice me?
- How could I not, Isaac?
I am a big fan, really.
I just--I wanted to say hi and, um...
I want to make new friends this summer.
♪
Do you want to be my friend?
Listen, I know what you're going through
with your mom dying from that awful hunting accident.
I lost my parents, too.
♪
- How did your parents die?
- Hmm.
Horribly.
[chuckles]
- You have one new voice message.
- Hey, Dad, um,
some of your old friends are back in town.
We're down at the Pit Stop, and they want to talk.
♪
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
♪
- Mike? Mike?
♪
[door closes] Mike.
- Hey, there, Pat.
- Mike, you okay? - He's fine.
- Hey, Dad.
- Crusher, what are you doing here?
- We.
- You really stuck that landing.
- You break out of prison,
and you come straight back to your hometown?
- We left a decoy trail of bread crumbs obvious enough
for even the stupid cops to follow.
[both chuckle] They should be halfway
to Miami by now. [both laugh]
- Okay, bud.
We didn't come back to town
for revenge on you and the Scooby gang.
- So what do you want?
- Our daughter has tryouts today.
We can't miss that. - We can't, can we, babe?
- Here's the deal-- you help us lay low
until tryouts this afternoon,
and we'll break back into prison afterwards
without incident.
- Right after our daughter kills it...
on the field.
- Are you kidding me right now?
- Scout's honor. [Paula laughs]
So you can hold on to that little wrench if you want.
Heck, I'll even give you a head start over to S.T.R.I.P.E.,
and we can do this the old-fashioned way,
or we can be friends, buds.
[chuckles]
I mean, you wouldn't want the world to know
about your little robot, would you?
♪
- Okay.
Let's go watch some football.
[suspenseful music]
- [gasps]
Have you lost your mind? They tried to kill us.
She almost killed me. - I know, I know. I know.
- If it wasn't for Courtney, she--
- Barb, I just think this is the best thing for us
to do right now to keep this all moving forward.
- I mean, you really believe they broke out of prison
just to see their kid try out for football?
- That's what Crock told me. I have no idea. They're crazy.
- Well, what are they looking for?
The Shade or Calypso?
- It's E-clipso. Eclipso.
- Who's to say she's not
gonna be firing arrows at my head again?
- Okay, Barb, if they wanted us dead, we'd be dead right now.
- That does not make me feel better.
- Yeah. Is he stealing something?
♪
- I should go in the kitchen. - Okay.
[clears throat] So...
- Hey, nice life you got here, bud.
- That's very kind of you. Yeah, I-I like it.
- Yeah, it's probably why you let yourself go,
because ripped, my friend, you are not.
You let go of the program.
- Oh, just been doing a lot of stretching-type stuff.
- Hey, this kid of yours,
he's got a real big mouth on him.
It's gonna get him into a lot of trouble.
If I were you, I'd start training him now.
- Yeah, I appreciate the parenting advice, Crusher,
but I just assume Mike stays out of it.
- [scoffs] Good luck with that.
[curious music]
♪
- Another fight?
Hmm.
I guess you're unpopular with a lot of people.
[drawer closes]
♪
- We're remodeling.
- How's prison?
Is it, uh, scary, or is it, uh, kind of fun
like "The Shawshank Redemption"?
[chuckling]
- What?
- Just a movie.
- Cell's a little small. Gym's great.
I got visitation rights with the missus.
[clicks tongue] - Oh.
So you keep up with any of your old ISA colleagues?
Any of the--any of the gang?
- Who's left? That putz, The Gambler?
Listen, truthfully, pal, ISA--
me and the wife, we never really fit in.
I mean, Jordan was a good guy, few colors short of a rainbow,
but the rest of 'em, I do not miss.
- So none of the old gang, huh?
Not even The Shade?
- The Shade? - Yeah.
- Haven't seen that tea-sucking scone gobbler in years.
I never liked him either. He was not a team player.
You know, he made fun of my cleats,
but he wore these ridiculous top hats.
And those-- what do you call 'em?
The scarves? - Ascots.
They're called ascots. - Ascots. [laughs]
Ascots.
Hey, you want to know about bad, bad guys?
I got to tell you what the Dragon King
did to The Wizard's body.
Oh, my God. It's gonna gross you out.
I like this.
I always felt like we were on the road
to becoming good friends, but what happened?
- I don't know, yeah.
I mean, I kind of felt that way myself.
I think the fact that you tried to kill me,
that might have kind of put a damper
on the friendship, but who knows, you know?
Relationships are funny, right?
- Fair point.
- Can I get you something? Do you, um, drink coffee?
- Caffeine?
No, thank you.
- Uh, water? - What kind?
- Tap?
- I'm fine.
You let your children eat processed foods?
- They're teenagers.
If Mike wants to eat those things,
he's gonna find a way to get them.
You know, it's kind of like Courtney.
When she makes up her mind about something,
there is just no stopping her.
- Artemis is like that, too--
unstoppable.
- Yeah, it doesn't matter what you say.
- She's not gonna listen.
- And I like that she's driven, but as a mom...
both: It's frustrating.
[Barbara gasps]
♪
- Thanks.
- Maybe I'll try some.
[bell dings] - Two patty melts--order up.
['60s pop music playing]
- You got it?
- Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Maria.
- You're doing great.
- Okay, guys.
- Look at you. - For you.
And for you.
♪
- I ordered a strawberry one.
- And no whipped cream on mine.
- Wait. Ugh, sorry.
- Hey, you'll get the hang of it.
- I like chocolate, too.
- And Rick can have my whipped cream.
Great! [chuckles]
Okay, let's summarize what we found out so far.
♪
So the black diamond is from this place
called Diablo Island.
- "Devil Island"?
That's not ominous at all.
- It's somewhere around here.
- Why isn't it on the map?
- Because they took it off.
Look, it's all over maps back in the 1800s.
But then around 1832,
Diablo Island stopped appearing,
like they didn't want anyone to go there.
- Why?
- Because no one ever came back.
- The legend goes, there were two warring tribes
living on different sides of the island.
One of the tribes summoned an evil entity of vengeance,
trapping it in what...
sounds like the black diamond.
- How did the black diamond end up here?
- An explorer named Bruce Gordon
rediscovered Diablo Island, but when he got there,
everyone on it had been dead for decades.
It's the same Bruce Gordon that wrote some of these books.
He was a famous explorer in his day.
- So this Gordon guy found the diamond there?
- It doesn't say,
but he was the only person who ever returned.
- Then what? - I don't know.
There's nothing online or off about Bruce Gordon
after he came back from the island.
Or Eclipso.
- So what do we do next?
- Yolanda, your order's up.
- Okay. Thanks. - Go get back to work.
We've exhausted the library, so I'm gonna go
to the used-book store to see if I can find anything else.
- I'll keep trying to get Chuck back online.
Maybe he can help us open the files on Eclipso.
- I've got to feed the dog.
Can I get a dozen cheeseburgers to go and some fries?
- Are you serious?
- Hey, we'll all meet up after Yolanda's shift.
- Okay. [door opens, bell jingles]
- So what kind of dog did you get?
- A big one.
♪
[ominous music]
♪
- What is this place?
- This is where your parents and mine
tried to save the world...
until the JSA killed them.
♪
- Dad.
- He was called The Fiddler.
- The Fiddler?
♪
- I can't play that.
- Well, you'll learn. [chuckles]
♪
[pensive music]
♪
[bell jingles]
[door closes]
- Hi. - Oh.
Oh! [laughs]
What can I do for you, young lady?
- I was wondering if you had any books
on this kind of famous archaeologist
or books written by him-- um, Bruce Gordon?
- I'm not sure I have anything,
but everyone from Captain Cook to Robert Ripley
will be back there, far left.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
- Ah, hello, Miss Whitmore.
I know who you are.
- And I know what you're planning, Shade.
[dramatic music]
♪
You want the black diamond so you can team up with Eclipso
to do...
something bad.
We're going to stop you.
- A supervillain team-up. Really?
That's the vast scope of your imagination?
- It happens. Icicle and Brainwave.
- I'll ignore the insult of comparing me
to those two incompetents.
♪
But by far the greater slight
is assuming I seek to conspire with Eclipso.
- Why wouldn't you? You're just as bad as he is.
You killed Doctor Mid-Nite.
- Oh, my.
And said with such conviction.
You were there, I assume.
- Pat was. - Oh, yes, of course.
Dear old S.T.R.I.P.E.-sy.
You know, it's interesting the things he chooses to tell you
and those he doesn't, you poor deluded...
child.
Don't you know there's a difference
between bad and evil?
I've been called wicked more than once.
A law broken here, rule bent there,
the odd life taken.
But nobody that didn't deserve it.
Eclipso, on the other hand...
He killed McNider's daughter.
She was ten years old.
- Wait.
What?
Eclipso killed Dr. McNider's daughter?
- Now, look, a moment ago, you were so sure of everything.
When I find the black diamond,
I intend to throw it in the deepest,
darkest part of the ocean
so that Eclipso may never hurt anyone ever again.
♪
- Why would you do that?
- Oh, well, um...
living as long as I have...
I'm bored.
But really...
leave this...
all...
to me.
♪
- Mom. Where's Pat?
[dramatic music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Excuse me, Jim. Hi, Nance. How are ya?
We sit down, you watch, stay quiet.
- As a mouse. - And then you go back.
No funny business. - None.
Your wife is lovely, by the way.
- I know that. Sit. You too.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, Danny.
- Ready? all: Break!
- All right, okay, okay, okay.
♪
[whistle blows]
- Set. Hut!
♪
- Oh! Come on! - Come on!
- Where's the flag, ref?
- Come on, Artemis. Get your head in the game.
[indistinct shouting]
She's in her head. I can see it. She can do this.
- That's right, kiddo. - It's all right, Arty.
Dust yourself off.
- Artemis, Artemis! - We believe in you.
- We made it. Can you believe it?
Sweetie, we love you! - We love you!
We believe in you!
You got this, Artemis. - Hi, honey.
- Big fans here. Big fans here.
- Come on, Artemis. - You got it, baby!
You got it. - All right, ready?
- You're gonna nail it! [indistinct shouting]
Right 22 on one. Ready? all: Break!
[upbeat music]
Hey. 30-mike. 30-mike.
- Mike, mike, mike.
- Check, check, midnight special.
Set, hut!
♪
- Oh!
♪
Oh!
♪
- That was, like, a 40-yard pass.
- She's a trip, ain't she, bud?
[both cheering]
- Hey, hey, hey, quiet.
[indistinct shouting]
- Did you see that? Oh, my God!
Big Ten, here we come, baby!
[shouting and cheering continue]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Hmm.
- Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah, Artemis!
Superstar!
♪
- Artemis Crock will be yours to use.
♪
- Are you kidding me? The Crocks?
[voices whispering indistinctly]
♪
- I've got them in my sight. - 10-4.
Eyes on the targets Moving into position.
- Confirmed. Positive ID on the targets.
- Roger. - I've got a clean shot.
Awaiting your orders.
- Take the shot when you have it.
Take the shot! Take the shot!
- Copy. - No!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What are you doing, honey?
- [yells]
- Whoa!
- Stay away from them! They did nothing wrong!
- [laughs]
- They did nothing wrong, you hear me?
- Whoa!
- What are you doing?
[indistinct chatter]
- What?
- [breathing heavily]
- Where'd they go? - You all right?
- That really got away from her, didn't it?
♪
- [chuckles]
- So then you're not innocent?
- [sighs]
- Why didn't you tell me before?
- Well, we were going to, but--
- But you have your own dreams.
- Yeah.
I mean, you're gonna be the first female quarterback
in the history of college football!
My girl is. [chuckles]
- But the only reason I did so well today
was because you guys were here. - No, no.
The reason that you crushed it today is because of you.
- You've got a future now.
We're not gonna let anything get in the way of that...
including us.
[heartfelt music]
- This has to be goodbye.
♪
[Artemis crying]
♪
- Why do I feel bad for them?
Why didn't you tell me they were in town?
- I didn't have the chance. - You could have called.
Did you think I was just gonna rush in and fight?
I would have listened.
I'm not the same Stargirl I was last year.
- I get it, okay?
- Did you know that Eclipso killed Dr. McNider's daughter?
[dramatic music]
- How do you know that?
- So it's true.
Why didn't you tell me, Pat?
- It's not an easy thing to talk about.
Rebecca was ten years old.
I didn't want to scare you. - I'm not scared.
Is there anything else about Eclipso and the JSA?
Or Bruce Gordon, what happened to him?
Anything? - No.
Come on, I want to follow these guys back to the penitentiary.
You okay? - Yeah.
♪
- Wait, what?
- You're incredibly talented, but your temper,
I mean, we--we can't have you representing our school.
I'll come-- [phone shatters]
- Rough day?
- What do you want? - [sighs]
What happened with that recruiter,
that is his loss.
But I have another team you can join--
one your parents were a part of.
♪
- Hey.
- Did you tell Courtney everything?
- No.
Do you think I should?
- I mean--I--
I mean, we promised there'd be no more secrets,
but I don't know.
Paula didn't tell her daughter about their other life.
And now that Artemis knows...
I mean, no matter what happens, she'll never be the same.
- If we tell Courtney about Eclipso and the JSA,
she'll never be the same either.
- Yeah.
- I mean, none of the kids will.
- So we agree, then?
We need to protect them from the truth.
- Yeah.
♪
[Cosmic Staff rumbling]
- No studying tonight.
We've got more important things to do.
- I know it's past curfew,
but if Pat's not going to tell us anything else,
maybe The Shade will.
♪
[keyboard clacking]
- Firewall...
[computer beeps] Deactivated.
[computer whirring]
Again? [groans]
[static crackles] - Hello. Is someone out there?
- [laughs]
Chuck! Chuck!
Oh, oh. [giggles]
I can hear you. [giggles] I can hear you.
- Who are you?
- It's me, your best friend, Beth Chapel.
Come on, Chuck, you know me.
- Why do you keep calling me Chuck?
- That's your name.
You're Dr. Charles McNider, his AI.
- AI? What are you talking about?
[static crackling] Where's Pat?
[garbled] What happened to the JSA?
...to find them. Been lost for--years.
- Who is this?
- My name is Dr. Charles McNider.
I've been t-t-trapped in the shadow--
- Wait.
Are you the real Dr. Charles McNider?
- [gasps] The Shade.
[goggles beep] - Hello?
[suspenseful music]
[scoffs]
Oh, my gosh.
I...
I think Doctor Mid-Nite is alive.
[sighs]
- Hello? Hello, Beth?
Beth Chapel, are you there? [wind howling]
Hello?
- Greg, move your head.