Stargirl

What is that?

Please, just let me do the explaining, okay?

Dad was a superhero, and now I'm a superhero, too.

If this is remotely true...

then our whole marriage is a lie.

Everything we are together is real.

This family is real.

You need to go.

-Barbara-- -Get out of this house.

They were kids.

Except maybe that big robot.

Then we should bring our children into this.

-They could help us find them. -No!

We agreed to keep our sons and daughters in the dark.

I remember who Stargirl is.

Her name's Courtney Whitmore.

Her stepfather is Pat Dugan.

You might remember him as Stripesy.

Brainwave remembers who I am.

Okay, we gotta get outta here.

We'll take care of them.

Stargirl, her sidekick...

and her mother.

Henry.

The boy, too.

Mike.

We can't leave a legacy running around.

Of course.

Jordan.

The orders have been given.

Sportsmaster and Tigress are on the hunt.

Courtney Whitmore and her family will soon be dead.

Dr. Ito is preparing his machine.

Dad, what's going on?

Where does that go?

Dad! No, no, no, Dad!

Dad, what's in there?

When we begin our broadcast,

the Gambler will trigger a communications blackout across the United States,

blinding the Pentagon,

routing the attack through Moscow.

By the time they realize it's coming from within the US,

it'll be too late.

Amplified by Ito's machine,

my powers will extend far beyond Blue Valley.

There will be a significant

cost to the process...

but after I finish reprogramming their minds,

they'll share our values.

They'll think like us.

They'll fight for us, if need be.

After all...

I doubt the rest of the country

will accept our secession quietly.

Jordan.

After all this time,

your dreams of a better society, of a New America

is about to become reality.

Your wife would be very proud.

Let me know when Stargirl and her family are dead.

What else do we need?

Uh, sleeping bags, I think.

Where are they?

Upstairs hall closet. I'll get them.

Uh, I'll get my staff.

Okay?

Okay. Okay.

So, who takes their kids out of school in November to go camping?

What, are we having Thanksgiving up there?

Don't tell me we gotta kill our own turkey. I'm not doing that.

You didn't tell any of your friends about this, did you, Mike?

Tell them what? I don't know anything!

I'm sure Courtney knows why we're leaving.

Okay, don't touch that, okay, Mike?

I brought you down here 'cause I want to explain something to you, okay?

And it's something that I...

I really have no idea how to explain.

So, I thought...

- that if I just showed it to you, that--

Listen, I don't need to see some other boring old car

that you'll turn into some metaphor about life.

Just tell me, please.

Okay, Mike.

This isn't about an old car, okay?

This is about--

Hey!

Put that down!

And listen to me!

I'm serious.

Stop treating me like a little kid 'cause I'm not.

Please!

-Mike-- -I'm sick of it. Stop.

I'm sorry, I...

Mike?

Hello?

Oh, hey, Crusher.

Hey, there...

Pat.

What are you doing up so late?

And how'd you get in here?

Is, uh...

Is there something I can help you with?

You know, I gotta hand it to you, bud.

You really shocked the hell right out of me.

I mean, really.

I never would have thought you had it in you.

So, what are we talking about here?

Come on, now!

No more secrets between friends.

It really hurts my feelings.

You never telling me about your big robot.

Where is it? Where you hiding it?

It's in there, isn't it?

Look, Crusher...

I think maybe you need to relax a little, 'cause...

well, I think you got it all wrong.

You know, Pat, I gotta say,

as famous last words go...

I'm underwhelmed.

Yeah.

Okay.

Ah!

Lovely home you have.

Look at you go.

All that cardio's paying off.

I'll tell you what, Pat.

Let's do this old-school.

You and me. What do you say?

Yeah. I'd like that.

You'd like that? I'd like it too.

Come on.

What do you got?

What do you got, Dugan?

Punching power comes from the hips, Pat! Come on, the hips!

Let's see it. You wanna try again?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd actually like to do that.

Better.

I like you, Pat.

I'm, uh, glad it's gonna be me that does it.

You all right there, big guy?

-No, I'm hurt pretty bad. -Oh, no.

I think you might have fractured my jaw!

Cheap shot, huh?

Did you really think you were gonna come up from Blue Valley...

...and stop us?

Huh?

Wow!

Look at that.

He's a beaut, bud.

By 8:00 tomorrow morning,

it'll all be over for everyone.

I'm sorry you won't be around to see it, pal.

Crusher.

Stay away from my kid.

Aah!

Sorry about the door.

Court, that was...

I know, it was dangerous.

...amazing.

We should go.

Mike, you okay?

What the hell is that?

Who's that?

That's a robot I built.

And, uh, that's an old friend of mine.

So...

You built that?

Yep.

That...

That's so badass.

Yeah, I'll explain it all on the way to the cabin.

Bring the drill.

You sure you're okay, Dad?

Yeah, thanks.

Steven, yes. Are they...

I understand.

Small complication.

Isaac?

What are you doing here so late?

Isaac, sweetie?

What is it?

This guy...

He keeps calling me a "tuba turd," and...

Today he tripped me down the stairs and tore my new jacket.

You know, when your father was a child,

he was picked on for playing his favorite instrument, too.

But he never stopped pursuing his passion.

He never let anyone else define him.

And eventually they stopped bothering him.

Why?

Because he took the bow of his violin...

and put it through one of their eardrums.

They never bullied him again.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. Are you?

Hey, Court.

Let's get inside.

Hey, hold on.

Who's that?

Hello, friends.

I bring forth a feast...