Smallville (2001–2011): Season 9, Episode 11 - Absolute Justice - full transcript

A man named Sylvester Pemberton tracks down Chloe and tells her he knows about her team of superheroes and needs their help. However, before he can explain who he is, he is attacked and killed by Icicle. Clark and Chloe's investigation leads Clark to the former headquarters of the Justice Society of America, an underground team of superheros, where he meets up with Nelson (AKA: Dr. Fate), Carter Hall (AKA: Hawkman) and Courtney (AKA: Star Girl). Courtney pleads with Hawkman and Dr. Fate to help her catch the killer that is targeting their group but they are reluctant to resume their duties as superheroes. Clark, John Jones, Green Arrow and Chloe team up to help the JSA stop Icicle before he murders another member of the group. Meanwhile, Lois receives a package from a mysterious agency called Checkmate, run by the shadowy Amanda Waller.

This is Clark. Please leave a message...

...and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Clark, this is Chloe
with message number one-too-many.

I know trying to lead a contingent of
Kryptonians looking for a lease on life... putting weight on your shoulders
and I don't wanna add to that...

...but I'm still trying to set up
an official meeting with our super-gang.

Clark, we're playing too fast
and loose.

We need to start taking this
more seriously.


Who are you?

My name is Sylvester Pemberton.

You and I share something in common.
We're both trying to put a team together.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're the one they call Watchtower.


Technology today makes hiding
a whole lot harder, Miss Sullivan.

When someone like you reaches out
and plugs into so many outlets...

...someone else is bound
to pull out one of those cords...

...and follow it back to its source.

You're lucky a friend did it first.


Friends don't sneak up on each other
in a dark alley.


Is it just me
or did it get really cold really fast?

Unh! Hey.

Stay down, Miss Sullivan.






Help! Somebody, help!

They came after us.

They'll come after all of you.



What? Check what? Check what?

Who are you?

Who's coming?

WOMAN: What has happened?
MAN: Coming through.

Chloe, are you okay?

Just some moderate frostbite
and a little sleep deprivation.

Nothing a cup of hot cocoa
and a nap won't fix.

But the real question is, are you okay?
I haven't heard from you in days.

- Yeah, we've been playing phone tag.
- Uh, no, phone tag implies two people.

I've been playing phone solitaire.
Not nearly as much fun.

- I'm sorry. I've been meaning to call...
- It's okay. No apology is needed.

Protecting the streets of Metropolis...

...and chasing down Lois Lane
is more than enough to juggle.

Add to that, you're now leading
the secret city of Kandor.

I'm only helping them find their place here.
They're trying to make Earth their home.

Like John Jones did when he got a job
and became a detective.

So, what, you're expecting
the Kandorians... just become firemen
and short-order cooks?

They need to make their own lives
and then move on from there.

WOMAN: Officer?

These are the recovered personals.

Who was he?

His name was Sylvester Pemberton,
but other than that, I haven't got a clue.

WOMAN: And his phone.
OFFICER: All right.

But I'm gonna get one.

Hi, again. I just wanna make sure
you have all my contact info...

- case you need anything.
OFFICER: We're all set. Thank you.


What do you mean? He can't be dead.



Are you all right?

My friend was murdered.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know
what I'm supposed to do.

Do you wanna sit down?

What is wrong with you people?

Us people?

The press. Haven't you vultures
done enough to Sylvester?

- I wasn't looking for a quote. I just...
- Just stay the hell away from me.

What was that drama about?

She obviously has a problem
with reporters.

She's friends
with Sylvester Pemberton.

Pemberton knew about Watchtower.

He wore some kind of weird uniform.

He had a weapon
that could control light.

He was killed by ice
from someone or something.

I'm getting some serious
wall-of-weird flashbacks here, Clark.

I know that you have a lot of things
pressing right now...

...but this is a job for Clark Kent.

His final phone call lasted 30 minutes.

It was with a guy
named Wesley Dodds.

You need to go check it out.







ICICLE: You dreamt about me,
didn't you, Mr. Dodds?

But that's what you do.
You dream about killers.

It's time for the Sandman
to finally have a good night's sleep.

Oliver, you got my message.

I got all 10 of them, Chloe.
Where are the other super-friends?

Waiting for them to ping me back.
This is why I keep asking everybody... come up with some standardized
trouble alert. The team needs structure.

Is that what we're lacking?
You're really on a kick lately, Chloe.

Personal phone conversations,
bank records, Amazon wish list.

Big Sister's watching.

Is that my e-mail?

I'll have you know that those messages
between me and Canary were platonic.

Can we skip your virtual love life
and actually focus on the job here?

- Gladly.
- Great.

Our victim's name
is Sylvester Pemberton...

...and he had a long criminal record.

Fraud, embezzlement and assault.

He didn't have any family, but he did
have a friend show up at the hospital.

Courtney Whitmore.
She's a sophomore at Blue Valley High...

...and, uh, she gets a big old D-plus
for her attendance.

She hasn't been to school
in the last three weeks.

You don't think blondie's our killer,
do you?

No, but I do think
she knows something.

I wanna take a closer look
at this glowing staff...

...the police have in evidence.
We need to get it.

We, meaning me, right?


Mr. Dodds?

No bullets, just residual ice again.

So minus the patriotic hoodie,
plus one gas mask...

...and Dodds was killed
the same way as Pemberton.

With what? Some kind of ice weapon?

Evidence would suggest that weapon
is more of a who than a what.

The ice samples we pulled from the first
victim's wounds had human DNA.

So the killer was some kind
of metahuman with an icy touch.

Well, that explains my arctic ride
in the dumpster of doom.

EMIL: Well, he certainly has
interesting taste in victims.

But Clark said that the assailant
left the letters J-S-A.

You have any idea what that means?

Maybe it's a calling card.

Our cold-blooded cryo-killer definitely
seems to have a score to settle.

Well, what was Clark able to dig up?

Nothing yet. When he checked in,
he was still knee-deep in excavation... the Daily Planet archives.

Right. Uh, let me run more tests on this.

And I'll see if I can help Clark unearth
some answers about the elusive JSA.

Didn't think we'd have to dig
this deep.

Well, I couldn't find anything online
beyond Sylvester Pemberton's rap sheet.

Maybe they didn't want
anyone else finding it.

They? They who?

Sylvester Pemberton worked with 12
other criminals, including Wesley Dodds.

He mentioned bringing a team
back together.

Back together? That means,
at some point, they broke apart.

They were systematically caught
and taken down.

For what?

The crimes don't match who they are.

They were called con men
for a reason, Clark.


That's Sylvester Pemberton.

He was accused of embezzling
from his own company.

That's Wesley Dodds.
International business.

He had no prior criminal record...

...until he was arrested at a student
demonstration that turned violent.

A young woman was killed.

Who's that?

Al Pratt. Physics professor
at Calvin College.

Arrested for assaulting police officers
when they went after Dodds.

There he is.

I got him.

Let's go. Come on.

Wait a minute. I know that guy.
That's Ted Grant.

He's a heavyweight champion, but....

How is he involved with these guys?

Jay Garrick, a research scientist.

He's charged with fraud
and resisting arrest.

CHLOE: Alan Scott,
the CEO of a broadcasting company?

Arrested for aiding and abetting.

Chloe, they have no connections
besides their arrests.

They don't even sound like criminals.


Abigail Hunkel doesn't
exactly strike fear in this hero's heart.

I'm talking about these arrest reports.

Each one tried to take the fall for the
other, and tried to protect one another.

I guess during the golden age
of robbery and racketeering...

...there was honor among thieves.

This goes beyond honor.

There were missing witnesses,
circumstantial evidence...

...accusations of jury tampering.

They stood by one another and in
the end, none of the convictions held up.

Almost sounds like you admire them.

I admire their loyalty.

I'll finish downloading the 411 on
the mystery men the old-fashioned way.

You need to go and warn Carter Hall.

He's next on Pemberton's call list.

He called him over a dozen times
in the last two days.


What kind of a team was this?

The museum is closed...


- The door was open.
- Wasn't supposed to be.

Mr. Hall?

Mr. Hall, I'm Clark Kent
from the Daily Planet.

What do you want?

I came by to talk to you
about your friends.

Sylvester Pemberton, Wesley Dodds.

They were both murdered.

Red, white and blue. Too much red.

Stars and Stripesy, stars and stripe.

Sandman doesn't dream anymore.

Is Mr. Terrific still terrific?
I don't think so.

- Who's that?
NELSON: Who is that? Who is that?

Kent Nelson. Dr. Kent Nelson.

But the doctor is out.

He's gone bowling.

My friend is very sick.

Now, I haven't spoken
to Pemberton or Dodds in years.

Sylvester Pemberton called your phone
several times over the last few days.

I didn't answer.

I understand you'd be reluctant
to talk to the police, given your past...

You don't know anything
about my past, kid.

No, he doesn't.
Tick-tock, the Hourman's run out.

The Atom has split.

No, he doesn't.

He doesn't, Nabu, so stop whispering.

- Shh, shh. Quiet.
- We have nothing else to say.

No looking, no looking. Don't look.

Thank you for your time.

Quiet, quiet.

Shh, shh, shh.

Okay. Okay.


The helmet has something to say.

He whispers.

He whispers. He could help.


We only help ourselves, Nelson.

Like we've always had to.

Maybe. Maybe.

Maybe not.

Maybe not.


Oh, yeah, I got a peek inside lockup.
Pemberton's glow stick is MIA.

Oliver, we have to track it down.

Call you back.

Excuse me.

Miss Whitmore?

Do I know you?

If I had to take a guess, I'd say
that golden rod doesn't belong to you.

Well, it belongs to me now.

You don't wanna get the police involved.
It'd be a shame to miss your prom.

Breaking and entering into police lockup
gets more than a slap on the wrist.

Whoa, hey.

Come any closer and I'll give you
my version of a slap on the wrist.

Let me just cut to the chase, Lite-Brite.

Two people were murdered,
including a friend of yours.


I'm trying to figure out who's behind this
but I need you to be straight with me.

We help ourselves.

Hey, wait.

If someone's killing criminals
from the past, why kidnap Courtney?

Maybe she knew what Sylvester
Pemberton had hidden up his sleeve.

His car received
a handful of parking tickets in this lot.

So it should be easy to spot.

You could say that.

All right.

Just give me a sec
to get this door open.

Or you could just try the handle.

Clark's at the Daily Planet trying
to track down Pemberton's address...

...but it looks like
he may have been living here.

Well, if he knew someone was after him,
maybe he was on the run.

Well, his choice of transport
doesn't exactly blend in.

"Star Rocket Racer."

What do you suppose this was,
a getaway car?

He knew about us.

He knew our identities.

That means Courtney
probably does too.

You shouldn't have dragged
Sylvester's sidekick into this, Nelson.

I'm not his sidekick.

I'm his prot?g?.

You're a little girl.

Your stepfather must be worried sick.

Go home.

- I read Sylvester's coroner report.
- Go home.

There was frostbite
around the bullet wounds, but no bullets.

It's him, isn't it?

Jack Frost nipping at our toes.

Oliver Queen said
that there are two dead.

Wesley Dodds, the Sandman.

We have to do something.

Wesley Dodds.

We have to do something.
We have to do something.

What do we do?
We have to do something.

Look at Kent Nelson, Courtney.


He spends most of his days
wandering the streets...

...searching for the secrets to
the universe at the bottom of trash cans.

So Dr. Fate is incapacitated.

The Sandman
and the Star-Spangled Kid are both dead.

You were their leader.

What's your excuse?

NELSON: Excuse. Your excuse.
What's my excuse?

He doesn't gotta make no excuse.

Please don't make me ask
another team for help.

Oh, the kids out there playing hero
are hardly a team.


They don't know
how to lace up their own boots.

If you had laced up your boots when
Sylvester had asked, he might be alive.

Don't waste your breath.

I have enough guilt
to last 20 lifetimes.

NELSON: Don't. The guilt, the guilt.
Don't guilt.

What would Shayera have done?



Oliver's searching all over the city
for any sign of Courtney.

- How did they know our identities?
- They've been tracking us a long time.

- Let's hope the prime suspect hasn't.
- Did you find one?

Temperature dropped 40 degrees
right before Pemberton was attacked.

You said that the skin
around Pemberton's wounds...

...was covered with ice,
just like Wesley Dodds'.

This is what led me to Joar Mahkent.

Back in Pemberton's day...

...he was a cryokinetic hit man
that was called the Icicle.

Where's the Icicle now?

He's still recovering from some serious
injuries he sustained several years ago.

He's in the psych ward
at Metropolis General.

At least he's supposed to be.


We're gonna need him, Nelson.



No, no. No.

I'm not good enough.

My morality might have wavered.

Yours never did.



You don't realize... badly I wish
I could remember, Carter.

I wish I could remember
what my life was like before Dr. Fate.

I think I had a wife.

Her name was Inza.

And I had a family.

But I don't know
where they are anymore.

I scared them away.

Not all of them, my friend.


Please, Nabu,
don't whisper too loudly.

Don't show me what can be
or not be.

Fate is a fickle thing.


Greetings, Hawkman.

Dr. Fate.

It's been a long while
since I made someone bleed.

Time to go hunting.

What happened to these people?
They were so close.

They were criminals and were caught,
that's what.

Carter Hall's hiding something
else in that museum.

- Reporter's intuition?
- Clark Kent's.

What is it, Chloe?

Dead end. The Icicle's been
in a vegetative state for the last decade.

If that's true,
there's no way he can be our killer.

What are you doing to him?

Your fate is utterly binding.

You are of value, Clark Kent.

But you... walk the same path I do,
Chloe Sullivan.

Who are you?

Let me show you, my friend.



GREEN ARROW: What's wrong?
- Clark's gone.

What do you mean?

One of Pemberton's old gang
somehow teleported him away.

He had to show him something.
Called him his friend.

GREEN ARROW: Where would they take him?
- The same place they took Courtney.

Another twist to the mystery.

GREEN ARROW: Satellites caught the glow
of that stuff over the Metropolis sky.

I followed it.

Wherever Goldilocks went,
she got a change of clothes.

It's getting stranger.

Stranger how?

GREEN ARROW: Well, uh, it's in the middle
of the night in Suicide Slum.

She's standing under a streetlight.

She's all dolled up
with no place to go.

Looks like she's making herself...

...a target.

What the hell are you doing here?

Me? What are you doing?
Get out of here.

Red, white and blue. Loud and proud
to be an American. Nice.

At least I'm proud of something
other than myself.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- I know what kind of hero you are.

Is the masked cheerleader
really talking down to me?

Where's my friend? Where's Clark?

Anyone up for some ice cream?

Who are you supposed to be, sweetie?
The new Star-Spangled Kid?

It's Stargirl. Say, cheese.




You jaded jerk.
You've just ruined everything.

This was my chance.

I was supposed to get the first shot
at Sylvester's killer.

- He promised me.

He who?






Are you okay?

He'll live.

Now, stay the hell out
of our business.

Next time, I won't ask so nicely.

Ten-to-one says Pigeon-Man's got Clark
locked up in a birdcage somewhere.

I don't know these people are,
but they sure don't like us. Ow.

- I thought you said it didn't hurt.
- I lied.

You're lucky he didn't drop you
from 10 stories up.

I don't feel lucky.

Much as I hate to admit it,
these people know what they're doing.


Don't you think it's sad that a secret
society of retired supervillains...

...can come out of the mothballs
and tear us apart like this?

They know everything about us, Chloe.

Yeah, we don't know anything
about them.

Maybe it's time I gave up
on bringing the band back together.

Maybe this has all been a lost cause.

Whoa. Don't give up on us yet.

We may be dysfunctional,
hard to wrangle at times...

...but when the chips are down,
we're always there, Chloe.

They took Clark out from under our noses.

And I took this off the winged wonder
when he yanked me into the sky.

Looks like an antique...

...from a museum.

I say we get some reinforcements.

Get Clark,
throw them through some windows.


Detective John Jones.


Why did you bring me here?

Dr. Fate says you're a big deal.
I don't see it.

Clark Kent is not like the others.

His path is righteous.

Well, if Dr. Fate says he's okay,
that means he's okay, right?

Why have you been watching us?

Sylvester wanted to bring together
a new Justice Society.

One with the surviving members
and us new kids.

HAWKMAN: It wouldn't have worked,
Courtney. People never learn.

This generation will make
the same mistakes the last one did... the one before that.

Obvious by how you've skipped
your homework.

You don't even know who we are.

You don't know who we are either.

But none of us here are the bad guys.


You sure about that, Clark?

The winged warrior here threw me
through a window.

I hope I didn't make you cry.

Drop the mace, Conan.

I will...

...on your head.

Bring it, Big Bird.

Just for the record, you started it.

I'll finish it.


Hawkman, no.


I hope it's not too late to say
we come in peace.

This is our responsibility.

The people being murdered
were our teammates, our friends.

Once we find the Icicle,
we'll fade back away.

We're not asking you to.

All we want is justice.


Everything we've heard about you guys
is blurry when it comes to justice.

You mean what you've read?

GREEN ARROW: Do you know
who you're working with?

These old men have criminal records
longer than that staff of yours.

- They made those up.
- It's none of their business.

With all due respect,
we're making it our business.

Even when I had the power
to leave Earth, I chose not to.

For one reason: hope.

Hope for the future.

Humanity's capacity for violence
is great.

But their capacity for hope is greater
than any I've ever encountered.

There's a murderer on the loose.

As long as you know something about it
we're not going anywhere.

I'm sorry I was late for breakfast, you
would not believe the morning I had.

On my way to interviewing Nobel-prize
winning tech guru Michael Holt... taxi ran out of gas.

So I got out, like a good soldier,
and I pushed.

Then a bus ran through a mud puddle.

Not that I don't mind a good mud bath,
but I prefer mine without clothes.

So by the time I got to Met U,
I was interviewing the clean-up crew...

...about how to get the stains
out of this jacket.


Thanks, Lane.

What could be more important
than a morning date...

...with the great Lois Lane?

What is this?

Mud wrestling again, Lois?

Tess Mercer.

What brings the big boss downtown
to the little newspaper that could?

I thought the Daily Planet
was slipping off your priority list.

- Print is dead.
- So is privacy.

I'm expecting a package myself.

And you know the mailroom here.

They can get things a bit mixed up.

My name. In print.

I guess I haven't been having
many problems.


Not yet.

What they did to you
was an injustice, Dad.

They took the only family
I have left away.

I've only just begun
to take away theirs.

The Justice Society of America
was cleaning up the streets...

...before you were in diapers.

We tried our best
to stay out of the public eye...

...but a government task force
got wind of our extracurricular activities.

They wanted us to work for them.

They wanted us to unmask.

And you said no.

We refused to play ball... they went after us hard.

One by one,
they uncovered our identities.

They had us arrested...

...and institutionalized.

They forced us out of the skies
and off the streets.

DR. FATE: We were ripped away
from our families...

...while trying to protect them.

Then why didn't you fight back?

We did.

For as long as we could.

As I could.


I wasn't the leader
they thought I was.

I made too many mistakes.

- I've made mistakes, but I haven't quit.
- Haven't quit?

You haven't started.

Not as a team, anyway.

You're making this too personal.

That is our strength,
not our weakness.

Carter, please.

There's over a dozen members
of the Justice Society still out there.

Jay, Ted, Alan.

If we don't team up and stop the Icicle,
he'll go after them next.

CLARK: It's obvious you still care
about this team.

If you didn't... wouldn't have kept watch
over all of this.

This is a temporary alliance.

Do you have any idea
where we can find Icicle?

I've got one or two.

Unless this is costumes only.

- Who's this, your secretary?
- Our eyes and ears.

CHLOE: There's a couple possibilities
where Icicle might show next.

Cameras caught him at the hospital
visiting his father last night, target one.

And if he's like his father...

...he's gonna need to replenish
his abilities with some liquid nitrogen.

Target two.

Do you know
where the nearest nitrogen depot is?

No, but I can find it, John.
I just need to look at their computer.

Got one?





So this is where you guys operate?

More or less?

Mostly less.

I guess it's everything you could ever
ask for to fight the good fight, right?

It's missing something.

Where are the pictures?

Or, you know,
a place to sit down and eat?

Sylvester always told me
that the JSA's brownstone...

...was considered a second home
for everyone.

I mean, they'd even spend Thanksgivings
there with their spouses and kids.

It was like a family.

Yeah. I mean, it was a family.

How did you get involved
with the Justice Society?

Well, my, um, stepfather, Pat...

...was Sylvester Pemberton's sidekick
years ago.

The Star-Spangled Kid and Stripesy.


Heh. It was, like,
the worst code name ever.

I found Sylvester's old equipment...

...and, well, at first, I put it on,
you know, just to annoy Pat.


...I don't know.

The first time I ever saved someone....

You were hooked.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Line and sinker.


So you're not actually related
to any of them?

Well, family is not just about blood.

And watching people
doesn't make them a part of your life.

I don't know. I mean,
maybe your team would operate better...

...if you didn't get together
only when there was trouble...

...and if you made it
a little more home, sweet home...

...and a little less nuclear war room?

COMPUTER: Incoming communication.
Green Arrow.

Hey, Oliver, what do you got?

I'm here with my wingman.
You put the call into the snow miser?

I left a message that said that
his father's taken a turn for the worst.

If Icicle has been checking in as often as
he has, we should catch him at Met Gen.


God, I hate waiting.

But you love talking. Shut up.

Why did they have to team us up together?

I asked them to.

- So I could keep you in line.
- What are you, my chaperone?

Think of me as your parole officer,
but with a mace.

I don't know what that means,
but this is bad news.

You wanna know why? Because no one's
been able to answer "why."

Why what, Green Punching Bag?

Frosty's kid's going after you
for putting dear old in traction, right?

But why now? It's been decades.

Because revenge is a dish
best served cold.

We're telling jokes now?


Why did you ask me to stay behind?
What is it we need to talk about?

The hope for tomorrow
that your alien friend spoke of.

You are that hope.

I have seen it.

Because you see the future?

I see everyone's fate...

...but my own.

Sometimes that scares me.

But when I see the future of someone
such as yourself...

...I believe in tomorrow again.

When you saw my fate,
what did you see?

You will lead this generation
as Hawkman once led ours.

You sound like a group I met
from the future.

They hinted at my destiny,
but they were as vague as you are.

Then let me be specific.

Although Lex Luthor is your ultimate
opponent, you will triumph over him.


Lex is dead.

And when you show yourself
to the world... will be a different age than ours,

A silver age of heroism...

...that will start when they look up
into the sky at you...

...with hope for tomorrow.

You will help everyone to embrace it.


Hello? Hello?

Lois? What's she doing here?
She shouldn't be in the middle of this.

She is the key.



Careful, Lois. This is the part
where the doomed girl...

...runs into the guy
with the hockey mask.

DR. FATE: Greetings.
- Aah!

What the...?

What is this, reverse Halloween?

- Nice helmet.
- Thank you.

I was looking for Carter Hall.

He's not here.

Apparently, he was part of a group
of masked men...

...that were railroaded
out of business.

- I'm guessing you were one of them?
- I see your fate, Lois Lane.

You are the one he will need.
He is the one you will need.


The savior.

The one who will heal us all.

The sentient power.


I wonder if he does horoscopes.


WALLER: You're taking this assignment
too personally.

That's because it is personal, Waller.

Agent Waller.

Hawkman and the Justice Society
left my father brain-dead.

And your mother died
in childbirth from hypothermia.

She froze from the inside out because
you inherited your father's frosty touch.

Who do you blame for her death?


Don't try and twist me around, Waller.

Maybe you pulled me out of juvie.

But the reason I agreed to go
on these missions of yours...

...was to get a shot
at the Justice Society.


I grew up in Chicago, Icicle.

The cold doesn't bother me.

I killed everyone you asked me to.

People I didn't know.

Maybe they had families.
Maybe they didn't deserve to die.

But I did it anyway.

I did you a favor.

Let's be crystal clear, Icicle.

No one's doing a favor.
This is business.

They took my father!

If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have
all this blood on my hands.

This is personal.

You don't like it, find someone else
to clean up your mess.

You're right.

This job should have been finished
years ago.

It's a black mark
on Checkmate's board.

Then let me finish it.



How's everyone else doing?

CHLOE: John and Fate
are scouring the depots.

Hawkman and Green Arrow, a.k.a.
The new BFF's, are looking for ice boy.

Any luck on your end?

I checked Lois's car and apartment.

Someone led her to the museum.

Someone who wants her
to get caught in the middle.

It's just a question of who.

Should I even bother asking?

You can either hand those to me,
or I can take them from you.

Well, it sounds like fun.

But given our last few encounters...

...I should probably stay out
of the sandbox.

Suspicious much?

Maybe you two really are perfect
for each other.

You were smarter
when you were leaving.

I always thought
it would be hard for you.

You know, being boyfriend-girlfriend
with someone so nosy.

Maybe you're not the only one
with a secret.

- What do you know about this?
- Not much.

Just that your girlfriend
is in way over her head.

Clark Kent.

And to think I was actually
looking forward to breakfast...

...with the Daily Planet's
mild-mannered no-show.

Late night?

I heard you were working
on some kind of murder case.

Cases. Plural.

And I've got my hands on a case
full of classified intel.

Like, double super-classified.

Mind if I take a look?

Usually we're a great team,
but you decided to go it solo today.

So I just followed suit.

I'm sorry I was out, but I can assist you.
We could be Woodward and Bernstein.

- Clark and Lois.
- Lois and Clark.

If it's so double super-classified,
how did you get on the case, Lois?

I was handpicked
by an anonymous source.

The two people that were murdered
had criminal records...

...but it's all fabricated.

Clark, they were vigilantes like the Blur.
Part of an underground group...

...of honest-to-goodness
spandex-sporting superheroes.

I met one of them. He was wearing
a gold-plated helmet and a cape.

Which actually looked pretty good.

And that's all you know?


Their leader,
a man named Carter Hall...

...almost killed one of their enemies.
Someone named the Icicle.

He had a son,
and here's the weird thing...

...he was plucked from juvie
by someone very high up.

Sealed records.

I'm not supposed to know this...

...but there were other bad guys
that these underground heroes fought...

...and every single one of them
was released from prison secretly.

They and their records, MIA.

Someone's collecting them.

I appreciate the assist.

I'm interested in you.

You are not a human,
but you are forced to be.

I used to have special abilities
like Clark.

DR. FATE: But you sacrificed them
to save Clark Kent.

You see what I see in Clark Kent...

...but without the aid
of the helmet of Nabu.

His magic reveals the fates
of people around me.

I look into the window of the future
and witness what might be.

But, eventually, it became too much.

I saw too much.

Before your people were destroyed,
did you have a wife, John?

And a daughter.

You miss your family.

As do I.

We are in danger.


We're too late.

He's already been here.

It is not your fate to die this day,




You've been out
of the game too long, doc.

You're way out of practice.

Your heyday is over.

But I'm still in my prime.


- Clark?
- Courtney, I'm sorry about Dr. Fate.

I know.
When Hawkman heard, he flew off.

- Green Arrow went after him.
- And John?

Some doctor named Emil had him
transferred to a secured room.

Dr. Emil, what do you think?

John seems to be undergoing
some kind of incubation.

But the end result,
we can't begin to guess.


Excuse me.

Part of me wishes
Hawkman would find Icicle first.

He'd do what I wouldn't.

I know it's wrong.

It is wrong, Courtney.

Sylvester said that.

has always done the right thing.

And in the end, when everything
got turned upside down...

...Hawkman began crossing the line
so many times...

...that the line disappeared altogether.

Then it's up to you to make it right.

You're the next generation.

Sylvester said that too.

You're a lot like him.

When this is over, don't let the torch
that he kept burning...

...the one that he literally
passed on to you, go out.

Keep his legacy alive
and you keep him alive.

Those are classified.

I was wondering how they got here.

They were left for you, Miss Lane.

Who are you?

If I'm willing to give you
a front-page story, does it matter?

Okay, then.

- Why me?
- I've read your work.

You pull more skeletons
out of closets...

...than the organization I work for
have hidden.

You embrace the truth.

And the truth will set you free.

Your point is?

I'll be in touch.

This is it, Dad.


This is gonna help me finish them off.

Now I'm ready.

Goodbye, Father.

I love you.



I'm thinking we should regroup
before we go after Icicle Junior.

You go back to Sherwood,
Robin Hood.

I'll turn the Icicle into slush myself.

It's not what happened to you
that destroyed this team, is it?

It's what happened to her.

Right? Hawkgirl?
Who was she, your partner?

My wife.

You were married?

Hard to believe?

What would someone like me
know about love?

Well, I only know it ends.

And it always ends in every one
of my lives, past and present.

Past lives?

Shayera and I were born
over a thousand years ago.

We were cursed
by one of our enemies.

Destined to fall in love,
only to watch each other to die...

...lifetime after lifetime.

Well, the sooner this life is over...

...the sooner I see my wife again.

I've never had a connection like that.
At least, not one that lasted.

Because you hide it.

Hide what?

You don't want anyone to know how
important they are to you.

So you act like a jackass.

I do know what it's like to feel like
the only thing to do with your life... throw it away. But you didn't,
did you? You stuck around for Dr. Fate.


- He needed my help.
- He did.

He needed your help. Now there's
a young girl, she's counting on you.

Your team is out there. So why don't
you take the death wish and shelf it?

Thing's heavier than it looks.

You get used to it.


You really gotta work
on your landings.

Would've been smoother
if you hadn't thrown up.

- Send me your dry-cleaning bill.
- Send me your dinner bill.

- How's John?
- There's not much more they can do.

Then I guess we'll just have to wait.

No more waiting.

No more pairing off.

We should have stuck together
from the beginning.


Your fate is in my hands.

Or I guess I should say,
it's on my head.







I killed you.

I'm Mars' sole survivor.

There's a reason for that.





I'm sorry about your friend.

So am I.

HAWKMAN: You're not like the others,
are you, Clark?

Kids who are in it for the thrills...

...or because they have a chip
on their shoulder?

You don't do this
for glory or vengeance.

I guess not.

Your team is better
than I thought too.

Even I have to admit,
Green Arrow has pretty good aim.


We're not a team.
I mean, not like yours.

Why? Because of you?

They're the best friends I have, but I
don't know if we'll be what the JSA was.

You have to trust them.

I do.

You have to remember
they're people too.

They'll make mistakes.

We all do.

We all have to keep trying.

Isn?t that what you said?


You know, I only learned to fly...

...after my kingdom was attacked
and taken from me.

Was only then that I realized it wasn't
the throne that was important.

It was my people.

My wife.

You have the capacity
to break the chains...

...that are holding you down, Clark.

And when you do...

...what Dr. Fate envisioned
will come to pass.

You will soar higher
than any one of us.

What about you?
You gonna keep your wings locked up?


No, I am putting people under them.

Chloe helped Courtney and I locate
the remaining members of the JSA.

Their children and their prot?g?s.

I think the coming generation could
stand to learn a thing or two...

...from those of us
that have done it before.

Some of us already have.


The Justice Society lives again.

So, what do you call your team,

A work in progress.


You know, those are some real
party animals you have as friends.

Ha, ha. If it isn't my favorite Martian.

Looks like you're enjoying
the return of your powers.

At a cost.

Dr. Fate's final act
was to restore my Martian abilities...

...instead of saving his own life.

- What happens to the helmet now?
- According to Hawkman...

...someone worthy will be drawn to it,
and they'll become the next Dr. Fate.

What's next for you?

My time as a detective has allowed me
to protect humans...

...on a very personal and individual level.
I've enjoyed that.

So I will continue to protect and serve,
using every tool I've got.

Me too.

Dr. Fate was inundated with a constant
flow of visions and information.

But there is a limit to how much
knowledge someone can have.

It drove him to the edge of sanity,
and he fell off.

I don't need my telepathy to know
you run that risk yourself.

The golden helmet possessed
by ancient spirits and the Watchtower...

...are two entirely different things.
I can handle it.

I only say because I care.

You and Clark, Oliver....

You're my family here.


Anyone home?

What's up?

Nothing, actually.

Ha, ha. I, uh, thought I'd stop by
and see if anyone was hungry.

I could use some dinner. Chloe?

Uh, sure.

You're buying, Mr. Queen.

JONES: I'm living off a policeman's salary.
- All right. Fine. Dessert's on you.

On Mars, we never had dessert.

But I have grown
especially fond of cookies.

- Front page, Clark.
- Hey, congratulations.

It's hard to believe that a group of
underdogs can be swept under the rug.

At least, thanks to you, the world
now knows who these heroes are.

we'll be seeing more of them.

You know, the byline could have read,
"Lois Lane and Clark Kent."

- Next time.
- Maybe.

It's not everyday that you get an exclusive
with a helmet that can tell you your fate.

So he told you your fate?


Yeah, he was just babbling
about how I'd be there for him.

And he'd be there for me. It just...

Sounded like a Valentine's Day card.

Who's the him?

It's ridiculous.

I quote, "Savior/sentient power."

Do you believe in fate, Lois?

Only the kind you make happen.


I was already transferred to three
different prisons before I got here today.

Haven't eaten, haven't slept,
and I'm burning up, damn it!

I wanna speak to her now!


The helmet, it... It messed with my mind.
It screwed me up.

I'm well aware of the capabilities
of Dr. Fate's helmet.

Let me go back out there
after the Justice Society, Agent Waller.

I can finish what I started.

What Checkmate started.

I can still take down the JSA

You knocked on their door.

You got them back into the game,
back into the public eye.

That's mission accomplished, Icicle.


- That's all I needed you to do.
- What?

You don't have the talent
to take a team like that out.


There's an army of heroes growing.

This generation and the last
are coming together...

...and I'm gonna need them if we're
going to survive the apocalypse...

...that's coming this way.


This is not what I signed up for.

Oh, but it is.

Welcome to the Suicide Squad.

Come on.

Well, Agent Mercer.

It's been a long time.

We have a lot to catch up on.