[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Dig.
[dark music]
- [gasps]
[heartbeat thumping]
[exhales]
[inhales, exhales]
Icicle?
- Hello, again, Starman.
- What are you doing?
[dark, eerie music]
- You've been in the ground for a long time, my friend.
You are needed again...
Because a hero like you
is someone who is already trusted, respected,
and beloved by the public.
Americans will listen to you in a way like nobody else.
You give them suggestions, orders, even,
and they will do whatever you say.
They'll even vote for you, I imagine.
President Pemberton.
It's got a nice ring to it.
You are gonna be my mouthpiece, Sylvester.
- Great plan.
One problem.
I'll never work for you.
- Yeah.
I know how strong-minded you are,
and that is why we're gonna remove it.
- [snarling, growling]
The Ultra-Humanite gets your body.
And then I get his
in my continuing quest to become something greater.
[saw humming]
- [snarling]
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait-- Where's Stripesy?
What did you do to Pat?
Please, no--wait!
Aaah!
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
- Bye-bye.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
- Sylvester told you about the hourglass's limiter,
but he didn't warn you about what happened to your father
when he removed it.
- Mr. Pemberton also told me to protect my parents.
- But what he was really getting you to do
was push them away.
- After all the help they've given me, that was a mistake.
- Sylvester said not to let up on Cindy,
and I never gave her a chance.
- Why would Sylvester purposely give you all bad advice?
- To keep us distracted.
- To break us apart.
- To weaken us.
- To take our confidence away.
He took the Staff from me.
He told me I wasn't worthy of it.
- Well, he's dead wrong.
- Then why couldn't I bring it back to me, Mom?
- Maybe Sylvester wanted the Staff for himself
this whole time.
- Then why not just take it from Court in the first place?
Why wait?
- We have to find Pat.
- How was the vigil?
- Still been no sign of Mr. Deisinger.
- Well, I have some news.
Starman has agreed to let go of our past differences.
- That's great. - Yeah, it is.
But I'm afraid that Courtney and her friends
aren't quite so willing yet.
We'll need to convince them.
Cameron.
Something has happened to Courtney's stepfather.
- What?
- He's been killed by that aberration of science,
the Ultra-Humanite.
- [speaking Norwegian]
Come on.
- Mike's not answering.
- Pat's phone's going straight to voicemail.
- Zeek's got S.T.R.I.P.E. fixed back up,
but he hasn't seen Mr. Dugan since he went to the Mahkents'.
- Okay, so let's start there.
[phone buzzes]
[buzzing]
- Cameron.
- Starman's at the junkyard.
- W-what? - Are you looking for him?
- How do you know that?
- He's there. Sorry, my family's coming.
I have to go. - Wait, Cameron.
Hello?
- I don't like lying to her.
- This is the best way to offer Courtney our help
during this trying time.
Face to face.
[thunder rumbling]
[muffled grunt]
[groan]
[groaning, breathing heavily]
Ahh...
[coughs, groans]
[coughing]
- Come on, let's go. - Okay!
- Wait for me. - I got it.
Where the hell are we now?
- Oh my God, the tire factory?
We need a foolproof wish to get us out of this mess.
- [roaring]
- Come on.
[uneasy music]
- I hope your mom finds Artemis.
- Icicle made her an orphan. She'll be here.
- She'll probably show up right when we need her.
- How does she always do that?
- Hello, Courtney.
I stand alongside my family and Starman tonight
here on neutral ground with only good intentions.
- Where's Pat?
- I'm sorry, Courtney.
Pat's gone.
- Gone?
- He came to see me after Jordan and I settled things.
I apologized and tried to convince him
to join forces with both of us.
He refused.
He went into the woods alone,
looking for the Ultra-Humanite
who killed him.
- If we're gonna get any justice for Pat,
we need to team up, Courtney.
- I don't believe anything you say.
- I know I was harsh earlier. - You're lying to us.
Both of you.
You've been lying since you came to Blue Valley.
- But I wouldn't lie to you.
I'm sorry about Pat.
I am so sorry.
But the only thing we can do now
is work together and stop that monster
before it hurts anyone else.
[whooshing]
[motor revving]
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Pat?
- Yeah, Court.
It's me.
But that's not Sylvester.
It's the Ultra-Humanite.
- Oh my God.
- Are you kidding me?
Why won't Stripesy die?
Aah!
- Now...
you freeze, you wicked children.
- Let's wish to go to The Bahamas.
Yeah. That's it, towards the ocean.
- [roaring]
Cindy...
Come now, dear daughter.
You don't belong with them.
You belong with me.
You belong to me.
- You wanna see what your pet project can really do, Daddy?
- You got a lot of heart, Pat.
I don't know how you dug yourself out of that grave,
but you're gonna wish you hadn't.
- You know what I don't like?
Is looking at you and seeing my best friend's face.
So I'm gonna knock it off.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Aah!
- Aaaaah!
- He lied to you.
- Not another word.
- [gasping]
- Courtney!
- Hey!
- [wheezing, gasping]
- Don't be a tool, man.
You're getting played by your own dad.
But I'm still gonna kick your ass.
- Threat imminent. Combat mode activated.
- Oh, Pat...
None of this had to happen.
[beeping]
This all could've been so easy.
Courtney gives up the Staff, her friends follow me.
We change the world with Icicle for the better.
For your family too.
This could have been perfect for everyone,
but you...
you couldn't stay in your lane
and just...stay dead.
[beeping]
You had to fight back.
So now all of you are gonna die.
'Cause I will not stop being Starman.
Ever!
- I don't wanna fight you again, Mr. Mahkent.
- Neither do I.
- Then we have to stop everyone, okay?
- Sofus!
Kill her.
- No, no more of this.
- Aah!
[metallic screeching]
- Aah!
- [gasps]
- [panting]
- I didn't do it.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Jakeem, look at me now.
Look at me, Jakeem!
Do everything we say. Stop overthinking.
Be direct. Be honest.
Be specific.
[Ultra-Humanite laughing]
[Cindy moaning]
- It'll be over soon.
- I wish...
I wish the most beautiful woman in the world
will never have to be bothered by her father again.
- Didn't I just say be specific?
Who's to say she's the most beautiful woman in the world?
- I am! I said it.
The kid with the pen!
- Your wish is granted.
For you, my queen from your not-so-secret admirer.
It's Jakeem. It's from Jakeem.
- Aah! Stop.
- Ha ha ha ha.
No more robot.
[laughing]
- Rick?
Rick.
- This is your last chance, Courtney.
Pledge your loyalty right now.
Aah!
- Stay away from my daughter.
- Mom?
- Ah!
[panting]
You know, it's such a shame.
She was gonna be so perfect... for all of us.
You and Cameron will be together.
Barbara, I know what we had could have been reignited.
- We never had anything.
- Goodbye, Barbara.
- Noooo!
- Ha ha ha ha ha!
- Cameron, don't do this.
[Starman laughing]
- Oh, come on.
- Well, you are a slippery little devil, aren't you?
- The Staff belongs to you, Courtney.
- Then why does it work for him?
- Because you thought it should.
It's why Sylvester couldn't just take the Staff.
He had to make you believe it worked for him.
- Okay.
For real this time.
Bye, Pat.
- Hey!
The Staff doesn't work for you.
- What?
No.
- You are not worthy.
[triumphant music]
♪ ♪
But I am.
♪ ♪
[Staff warbling]
- I missed you too.
- No more Staff, huh?
- Don't force me to do what Brainwave did to his son.
I'm begging you!
[whoosh]
[epic music]
- The fact that you went there says everything.
- You were supposed to be my best friend.
- You're not him!
- Aaaah!
- I only wanted what was best for you.
That's all.
- Then give up.
- Then do what you have to... or I will.
- Aaaaaah!
- Where did he go?
- Uhh! [muffled echoing]
- Grandpa. - [groans]
- Cameron?
- Stay back.
- What?
- I'm taking my grandfather to get help,
and then I'm leaving.
I betrayed you.
I betrayed my own family.
My grandmother's dead.
And my father...
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
- I can help you through this.
- Goodbye, Courtney.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[the Staff warbles]
- If you still wanna use the fancy crate, you can.
Just because the Ultra-Humanite made it doesn't--
[Staff warbles]
- Yeah, it's good to be back.
- Well, I guess he just wants old faithful.
- Speaking of old faithful...
- Hey. [chuckles]
- You showed up just in time.
- Yeah, well...
Not sure how I feel about the "old" part,
but definitely feeling my age today.
- How in the world did you get out?
- Experience.
Sylvester's very first adversary took me hostage.
A guy by the name of, uh, Dr. Weerd.
W-E-E-R-D.
Well, anyhow, when Sylvester rescued me,
taught me a little trick--
how to disjoint both thumbs
so I could slip any restraint.
That's what I did down there.
And I was able to... dig my way out.
And, uh, pretty lucky he taught me
how to do that 'cause I...
think I...think I would've died down there.
- Sylvester saved your life one more time.
- Yeah. Yeah, he did.
- Pat, I'm sorry it wasn't really him who came back.
- Yeah, I am too.
- When he-- or the Ultra-Humanite
said all of those horrible things to you down here,
I heard him.
And when he came back up upstairs, I...
- Hey...
I heard you too.
Every word.
Thank you.
- I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you all.
And I'm not gonna blame that on anything
other than being a thickheaded jerk.
[light laughter]
- It's okay, Rick.
- We're just glad you're feeling better.
- Thank you...
for being there for me.
- Beth, your turn.
- What--
w-what is it, Beth?
- You've been my guide since I was a kid.
And you were my guides when I was Doctor Mid-Nite
through all of this.
Even when I told you I didn't want you to be...
Because I--
Because I know that you love me...
and I love you too.
And I do need your help.
I want your help.
So...I'm asking for it
officially.
[laughter]
- You mean like we're your sidekicks?
- Well, that sounds a little derogatory, so--
- Are you kidding? It's a dream!
Okay. Let's talk...
costumes. - Costumes.
- Sylvester's body is still perfectly fine,
but there was a brain bleed that
has left the Ultra-Humanite's mind irrevocably damaged.
For all intents and purposes, he's brain dead.
- What do we do now?
- Well, we don't worry about the Ultra-Humanite anymore.
- But I mean...Sylvester.
What about his brain?
- He said it was gone.
Of course, he, uh,
lied to us every moment of every day.
So, uh...
I say we keep him on life support...
just in case.
[static buzzing]
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where's--where's Stripesy?
Where's Pat?
What did you do to Pat?
No, please stop! No!
Aaah!
[dark music]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where's--where's Stripesy? Where's Pat?
What did you do to Pat?
- She should be inside.
- Okay.
- We'll wait here, if that's okay.
Otherwise-- - No, no, you should--
Can you wait? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- Good luck, Mike.
[stirring music]
♪ ♪
[inaudible dialogue]
[moody music]
♪ ♪
- Hi.
Are you Becky?
- Who are you?
- I'm Courtney.
I knew your dad.
- How'd it go?
- It was nice.
Seems like she's got some stuff figured out.
Seems like she's doing good.
- Good.
- Okay.
- Thanks for asking if I wanted to see her.
- I'm proud of you.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Thanks, Mom.
- We love you very much.
- I love you guys too.
- All right.
- Your dad,
he didn't want you to think he abandoned you.
He wanted you to know that he loved you.
- Thank you.
Bye.
- Starman, Dragon King, Icicle.
Seems like everybody got to come back for a second chance,
but you, huh?
I miss you, pal.
♪ ♪
[rumbling]
- Uhh!
[music swells]
- [chuckles]
[Grundy groans]
- Come on. - Buddy, come on.
That is dangerous. It's bad.
Just put it down. Put it down.
- Oh my God. He ripped his arm off.
- That's not his arm.
- Having fun, Daddy?
[dog snarling]
- Ah, you mind?
- Oh, yeah. - Thanks.
- Looks great, Dad.
- Ah, thank you. Thank you.
- So sidekicks, huh?
- I am Nite-Lite.
- Hooty for me,
in honor of Dr. McNider's wise owl.
- I have the whole suit design.
- Okay, Dad. - What would your powers be?
- What? I'm glowing in the dark, man.
- Okay, cool.
- Got some new things. It's gonna be great.
It's gonna be fantastic. - I know!
- Yolanda?
[emotional music]
♪ ♪
- [speaking Spanish]
- Where's Court?
- Sure she'll be home soon.
- All right. - How about we sit?
- Yes, yes, yes.
[Future Islands' "Inch of Dust"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ A part of me you have ♪
♪ A part of me you hold ♪
♪ Apart from me you stand ♪
♪ And there's parts that you had stole ♪
♪ Littering in the cupboards ♪
♪ Like some pieces of the puzzle ♪
♪ A nest just like a mother ♪
♪ The dampness of your sweater ♪
♪ It's never put together ♪
♪ As I watched you from the window ♪
♪ Behind the curtains you turned ♪
♪ Slowly as a tear ♪
[wind blowing]
♪ ♪
- Do you really think you can help me?
- ♪ Call me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'll be there always ♪
♪ Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ♪
♪ Call me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'll be there always ♪
♪ Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ♪
♪ Call me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'll be there always ♪
♪ ♪
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct sound]
[clang]
- [whispering] Icicle.
- Hi, Mr. Mahkent.
That goop you're standing on, that's petroleum jelly
laced with rubidium, potassium, and azidoazide azide
my dad put in his hockey pucks.
It's highly flammable.
It even burns on water.
This is for my parents.
- [screaming]
[screaming]
You're not coming back this time, Mr. Mahkent.
- Right this way, ladies and gentlemen.
Come, come, don't be shy.
Here we are, the centerpiece of the entire museum.
The meeting table of the Justice Society of America.
Starwoman, Wildcat,
Jade, and her brother Obsidian,
Dragon Queen, S.T.R.I.P.E. 2.0,
Jakeem Thunder,
Icicle, Artemis, Sand,
Damage, as well as Hourman,
and Doctor Mid-Nite whose impending nuptials
are just around the corner officiated by yours truly.
And with those two come their loyal
if somewhat foul-smelling and simple-minded friend,
Solomon Grundy.
United, they stopped the Injustice Society
from brainwashing America.
They prevented that demonic brute Eclipso
from merging his nightmarish world with our own.
They shut down the Ultra-Humanite
before he could tarnish Starman's legacy
and brought the true Sylvester Pemberton back to life.
Then they rescued the Seven Soldiers of Victory
from a cosmic deity called The Nebula Man.
[soft gasps, murmurs]
Hmm.
They're the greatest heroes the world has ever seen,
but they won't be the last, oh, no.
Because there are other legacies of heroism
waiting for a new generation
to find, to take on, and rise up.
For as much as evil has tried to destroy
the Justice Society of America,
it cannot.
Nothing can.
No, not the table!
♪ ♪
Flash.
- Shade, the Justice Society is needed.
And according to Courtney Whitmore,
that includes you now too, old friend.
So gather the troops.
Our adventures are not over.
- Are they ever?
[epic music]
♪ ♪
- Greg, move your head.