Young Justice

Space Trek 3016,

Episode 316, Scene 16, Take 16.

Action.

-(BEAST BOY YELLS) -(GRUNTS)

Cut. All right. Great shot.

-(BELL RINGING) -Ah, that's a keeper, Gar.

Oh, okay, okay. Uh... Back to your marks, people.

Uh, we're running it again.

-Give me a break. -Tork, uh, Garfield.

Wait.

Come on, J.A., you know what was a good take.

-Gretchen's just... -Look, kid.

I don't know what you did to tick old Granny off,

but you better find a way to fix it.

There's no fixing it, maybe I should just quit.

Quit? No, no. No, you can't quit.

You... You're the star of the show. (CHUCKLES)

You'll put the whole crew out of work. Plus...

You're under contract, bubelah...

If you're in breach, Gretchen will sue your green butt

for everything you have.

She'll ruin you.

Space Trek 3016, Episode 316,

Scene 16, Take 17.

Ah, sorry, guys, gotta run.

Wait, wait, Aunty Mouse, I have something to show you.

Look. (LAUGHS)

Lian...

-That's disgusting. -I know. (LAUGHS)

Look, Brucely's disgusting too.

-(ALL LAUGHING) -Go, I got this.

Gross out contest.

Ready?

-Go. -(BOTH CHOMPING)

Recognized, Beast Boy, B19.

Oh, hey, you're a little late, Gar...

Fifty-two takes. Fifty-two.

Okay, we will talk about it later.

Okay, everybody,

Miss Martian was needed at the meta-human youth center.

So she assigned me to lead Gamma Squad.

This will be a covert mission. Recon only.

Pssh, they always say recon only.

-It never turns out that way. -(CLICKING)

The mission had better turn out that way,

since the League is not allowed in Russia without prior consent.

Russia?

We're being sent to investigate Russia's Ploshed 52 base.

We have intel of a possible government sponsored meta-program there.

No doubt the Russian equivalent of Bedlam.

I understand Markovia suffered under the former Soviet Union,

but do not pre-judge.

Yes, this may be Russia's equivalent to Bedlam,

or it may be their equivalent to Taos.

If I could have everyone's attention.

I'm out of here. -Please...

Silence.

Running away was my first instinct too.

Trouble is, you can't run from your powers

any more than you can run from yourself.

So, why not give us a shot at helping?

You can always take off later.

-Who are you? -Stick around and find out.

-(GASPS) -Please, if I could just...

-(ALL GASPING) -Guys,

you wanna get started, we wanna get started.

-So let's get started. Thank you, Eduardo.

Hello and welcome to the S.T.A.R. Labs Taos meta-human youth center.

I am Director of Facility Dr. Eduardo Dorado, Sr.

And I'm just Ed. Peer Counselor.

I'm sure you all have questions.

I'm here to give you answers.

And I'm here to translate from adult speak.

You have been through registration,

it is time for orientation.

Let's face it, you've been through hell,

so this won't be quite as painful.

First things first.

You are not prisoners here.

You can leave anytime you want, you can stay as long as you need.

You set the pace.

You'll all receive counseling from Dinah Lance

or Megan Morse,

who are experts in meta-teen issues.

They're crash... Great, you can really talk to them.

Or to your Peer Counselors, me and Luth back there.

We've been through this and want to help.

You will also receive training

on how to deal with your new meta-abilities.

You all feel like freaks. Believe me, I know.

But that feeling doesn't have to last forever.

Control is the goal here at Taos.

Which is why you'll have the option of wearing an inhibitor collar.

This can turn off your powers completely if you like.

Full disclosure, these collars were originally developed

for meta-criminals Belle Reve Penitentiary.

The difference here is, you're in control.

You decide when to put the collar on, when to take it off

or whether you want one at all.

Either way, the ultimate goal is to safely reintegrate each and every one of you

back into society.

Without this. Trust me.

Forager, prepare for extraction.

Our mission's complete.

-It is? -Why are we not stopping this?

Because it's not our business.

If volunteers wanna be heroes, who are we to say no?

But their government will use them as super soldiers

for propaganda and who knows what.

They want to be the Russian Justice League.

And that's not our business either.

-Tigress, Beast Boy's late. -Noted.

I have confirmed IDs on Black Manta, Captain Boomerang

and Monsieur Mallah

all of whom should be in Belle Reve Prison wearing inhibitor collars.

I thought that place was supposed to be escape proof.

-It is. -Did anyone tell them?

It looks like they're planning a little surprise party

for the Russians.

And is that our business?

-(SCREAMS) -(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

What the what now?

Tigress.

You and I have a score to settle.

Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure your son and I settled that score

two years ago.

Why, hello there, little Sheila.

Have I got a proposition for you.

Well, now, you're everything I like best in a woman.

An easy target.

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)

Halo.

-(GROWLING) -(SCREAMS)

-Halo. -(GROANING)

Fall back.

Boomerang, we need cover.

Best idea I've heard all year.

Gamma, HUDs on infrared.

No need for that.

Move and you'll die.

Halo, Boom Tube.

-(GROANS) -She's still recovering.

So we fight.

No, stand down.

We have no quarrel with the heroes of Russia.

Crikey, are they surrendering?

What a bunch of losers.

Those losers just forced our retreat.

Trust me, they should not be underestimated.

(ON COMM) I have no ID on the women.

But that's the exiled prince of Markovia

and that green rhino is clearly Garfield Logan.

Their leader is Tigress, Artemis Crock,

Sportsmaster's youngest daughter.

They are all members of the team.

The team?

The Justice League's covert ops unit.

CAPTAIN BOOMERANG AND AMANDA: The Justice League has a covert ops unit?

-(GRUNTS) - Well, now...

That's very interesting.

Plus, it explains a few things I've wondered about for years.

I'm thrilled to have brought you enlightenment.

Now send Flag in for our extraction.

Negative! Your mission was to eliminate the Rocket Red Brigade

and bring back their technology.

So far, you've completed squat.

Whoa there, boss lady, do the math. It's seven against three

-and I am not... -(DEVICE BEEPING)

-(SCREAMS) -There's more where that came from.