Supergirl (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 4 - In Plain Sight - full transcript

Previously on Supergirl...

It was me.

I erased my own brother from our minds.

You lied.

I think you know more about
the Jarrod story

and for some reason
you don't want me on it.

You asked me

to be completely myself with you.

I can only operate at 100%.

My brother now has
the power to incept.

Make you do the things he wants
you to do against your will.



The Q-waves somehow

forged a link between
Kelly's mind and Malefic's.

She could see him,
even when he shapeshifted.

We need to get Kelly to safety.

You should leave tonight.

Take this.

It's one of Lex's
transmatter portal watches.

If you need it, use it.

You cannot run, human.

I'm no human, brother.

_

_

What do you know of hurt?

When the ones you love
turn their back on you,



that's pain. But you'll see,

when you suffer
the way you made me suffer.

You can't touch me
without hurting yourself.

That's why he brought me.

We came prepared.

You can't incept any of us now.

Don't be so sure.

Agent Blake?

J'onn, now.

Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.
- We'll be at Aunt Vi's in a few.

You know, coming here after dad died,

that's what saved me.

I don't know what would've happened

if Aunt Vi hadn't taken us in.

I know.

My God, what happened to this place?

Is that a prison?

That's definitely new.

Step forward, please.

Eyes straight ahead.

The Martian protocol is in place.

At least Malefic won't get in here.

Hey, Brainy.

What the hell happened?

Malefic should have not
been able to phase through

the Phantom Zone projector.

And our psychic inhibitors,
he fried them.

Malefic's brain is unlike
any other Green Martian.

I tried to calibrate both
to his unique physiology, but...

That was our one shot at tricking him.

He could be after the real
Kelly, my Kelly right now.

We are not gonna let that happen.

There's gotta be another
way we can track him.

Something we're missing.

What did he yell at you, J'onn?
Synd'ar'k?

Uh, I don't know.

It's, um, it's a dialect
I've not heard before.

We can't afford any more missteps.

I'm having the Verdex Blaster
brought up from the armory.

- What?
- Alex.

That Verdex Blaster
was designed by Hank Henshaw

to kill Green Martians,
specifically me.

It's a last resort.

Hank Henshaw was wrong about you,

but Malefic is exactly
the kind of Martian

that this blaster was designed for.

Hang on, wait, wait, wait.
Let's not rush into this.

Because if we had had
the Verdex Blaster,

Malefic could've incepted
one of us to use it on J'onn.

Let's at least have
Brainy try to fix it first.

Okay.

Okay.

Excellent. I shall adjust the Phantom
Zone projector's wavelengths

so Malefic cannot phase through it

while simultaneously recalibrating
the psychic inhibitor frequencies

all to distract myself
from my broken heart.

- Uh, what?
- What?

Nothing. Why?

What did you hear?

Maybe we should call
in Lena for backup.

Nia, what's up?

I was doing some background
on William,

and guess whose marriage to a
successful lawyer is a lie? His.

You know that picture of his
wife he keeps on his desk?

It's a stock photo he got off the web.

And that article Andrea cleared him

to write from London? Well, I
had a weird feeling about it.

So I astral projected
and I followed him,

it was like something
out of a James Bond movie.

He got passed this newspaper
from some guy,

and now, all of a sudden,
he's no longer going to London,

he's going to Mexico City.

- Who is this guy?
- Well, let's see,

he's a liar who
is literally made of shadows,

and now he's going south
to meet someone named

Elena Torres.

I think she might be his next target.

Good work.

- It was Nia?
- Yes.

Yes, she has another lead on William.

Another possible
assassination attempt.

Well, if you think someone's
life is at stake,

- then you should go.
- Are you sure?

- With Kelly?
- I'm sure.

Okay.

Wait, before... Before you go.

Did Nia ask about me?

- Oh, God.
- Not that I care.

I mean, not that I don't care,
it's not a big deal.

Uh-huh.

I'll call Lena.

Of course, Alex, I'll be right over.

I believe I've isolated
the problem, Ms. Luthor.

Lex's journals helped us
build the inception tuner

to implement thoughts into the brain,

but the specific Q-wave
frequency is incorrect.

Unfortunately, that leaves us with
hundreds of thousands of variables.

I may have
an expedited solution, Hope.

Alex has just asked me
to assist the DEO

in apprehending a rogue Green Martian.

The brother of J'onn J'onzz?

Yes.

Apparently, he has
the ability to override

another person's thoughts
with his own.

Mind control.

Using Q-waves.

If we were able
to harness Malefic's abilities,

we could use them to determine
what frequency is needed

to implant thoughts into the brain.

The study and testing would
require us to detain the subject.

I doubt Supergirl
or her friends would approve.

No.

I don't think they would.

At least
Aunt Vi's house hasn't changed.

- Malefic?
- Wait here.

Hey.

I saw some kids running
into the woods.

Were they stealing stuff?

I think they were doing homework.

Why would anyone want to kill her?

She was the lead accountant
for Obsidian Worldwide.

You mean, our parent company?

And William's.

Also, I tracked that license
plate number you sent me

and got a hit back courtesy
of our friends at the NCPD.

Meet Sergio Ramos,

known player
in Intergang, Mexico City.

Are you saying that William is
involved with organized crime?

This is starting to get a little
international assassin-y.

We need proof. We have to
find out what he had on her.

What she had on him.

I want to remind you again.

This is liable to be quite painful.

Until we calibrate
the Phantom Zone projector

to lock onto
a Martian energy signature,

regardless of the Martian's density,

so they can't phase through it.

I'm ready when you are.

Commencing phasing at 25%.

Sprock, sprock, sprock.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

What went wrong?

It was too much, too much, too much...

I'm almost done reinforcing
the psychic inhibitors,

so I can help you, if you want it.

I heard the scream. What happened?

- How, how...
- Brainy?

Yeah, I'm...
I'll figure it out, all right?

I'll figure it all out.

I'm sorry, J'onn, we need all
of our options on the table.

I'm prepping the blaster.

Alex.

Alex, please don't.

I don't...

I don't understand
why you are defending him.

He betrayed you
and all of the Green Martians

during the war. They were
slaughtered because of him.

I'm just really sorry he's doing this.

Well, you have nothing
to be sorry about.

Okay? This isn't your fault.

It's mine.

It is killing me
that Kelly is in danger

because of me and my job,
and I am terrified

that he is going to use me
somehow to get to her,

and I just keep praying
that she's safe.

I would never let
anything happen to her.

You can't. Promise that.

I know that you are trying
to make me feel better, I do.

But I won't,

not until that monster
is taken care of.

You do what you need
to do to feel safe.

But I'm not giving up on Brainy.

So much around here has changed.

Oh, at least one thing
has changed for the better.

Nelson Stewart?

Isn't that the reporter
you interned for?

Nelson taught me everything I know
about journalistic integrity.

Publisher? Yeah, way to go, Nelson.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's it, I'm calling the cops.

- I'm gonna pay for it.
- Hey, get your hands off of him.

- He was stealing.
- Last time I checked,

it wasn't stealing when
you're still in the store.

And besides, I asked him
to get it for me.

I'm paying for it.

Now give him back the ravioli.

Thanks a lot, lady.

I met you, right?
You're one of the kids

from before from the house.

Uh, yeah, so?

So, you have a name?

Simon Kirby.

It's nice to meet you, Simon.
I'm Kelly.

- I'm James.
- I know who you are.

I read the news, CatCo. Guardian. Duh.

Uh, here's your food back.

- I'm gonna...
- Yeah.

So, my sister's planning
a homemade dinner tonight.

She's an awful cook.

You know, you'd be doing me a solid

if you came by and ate with us.

I broke into your house,

camped out in your living room,

and I can make it up to you by
coming over and eating bad food?

Yeah. Misery loves company.

So...

What do you say?

Sorry. It was open. Elena Torres?

Don't take this personally.

Hey, you really
could've hurt that lady.

Supergirl?

I wonder,

do you need to breathe?

Alex?

Agent Sloan,

Supergirl's bringing a prisoner in,

- prep a cell.
- Yes, ma'am.

Malefic.

You incepted someone to
bypass the Martian protocol.

- Put your gun down.
- You first.

That's better.

Now my brother's friend is his enemy.

I tried grilling her about William,

but she's not talking.

Any news on Malefic?

Nothing yet.

You sure you're okay?

I am, yeah, thanks.

Now it's time you learned
my brother's crimes.

Pizza will be ready in a few.

That was so cool, what you did for me

at the store.

Anyone would've done the same.

No, nobody would've done it.

Nobody risks their neck
for anybody around here.

But you did.
It was badass and selfless.

Is it supposed to do that?

You okay?

What happened?

Nothing, I just... Headache.

Um, I'm gonna get some air,
will you watch the pizza?

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

Oh, it's not that bad.

I like it burned.

Good thing.

So how long you been
living in my aunt's house?

Couple of months.

Sometimes we crash with friends,

sometimes we just camp out
in the woods.

Where are your parents?

Haven't seen my dad since I was...

five?

My mom got busted last winter

stealing a space heater
from the hardware store.

The judge wouldn't even
give her a chance to explain.

They gave her 10 years
for stealing a 30 buck heater.

Since when does petty theft
get you that kind of time?

It's a racket.
The cops, judges, lawyers,

everyone's in on it.

They keep the prison full,

the prison keeps their pockets lined.

How's nobody stood up against them?

Called these guys out?

Like who?

Nobody's gonna speak up
and risk themselves.

Anyways, you can't beat the system,

so what's the point?

There is a point, Simon.

You have to stand up
and fight against injustice.

Everyone's just out
for their own skin.

It's the way it is.

Not on my watch.

Sprock.

I seem to have made the beam
more dense instead of less.

Let's go again.

Just give me a minute.

Okay, J'onn, you can't keep putting
yourself through this punishment.

- I'm fine.
- No.

You're not, you can barely stand.

And we need you at full strength

- for when we find your brother.
- I told you.

I will help Brainy,

so Alex doesn't have
to use the blaster.

Go clear your head.

Look, Brainy, I know
you haven't asked for help,

- but you're getting it anyway.
- No.

I need my mind consumed with this
problem, so I don't think of Nia.

What happened to your little boxes?

Little boxes prevented me from
having a real relationship.

Unfortunately, my unboxed self

does not make a particularly
good boyfriend.

So I have been analyzing
myself for days,

searching for a way to modulate
myself for the woman I love.

Well, I'm not gonna give you
relationship advice.

But as a scientist,
you seem to be stuck

in an infinite loop,
and unless you can escape,

you're headed for a crash.

- That would be cataclysmic.
- So change a variable.

What's the one thing
you haven't tried yet?

Asking for help?

Will you he...

Will you help...

me?

Yes.

And I think a small dose of that
will go a long way with Nia.

Okay, could you find me a polarity
tuner, and we can get to work?

Hey.

Somebody get me a photographer,

we got a celebrity sighting here.

Nelson, what's up, brother,
how you doing?

Jimmy Olsen.

What the hell are you doing here?

I hope you're not looking for a job,

we can't afford you.

No, I've actually come with a story.

So I met this local kid
who says his mom is

serving 10 years for petty theft?

So I did some digging, and
that prison in your backyard

seems to have a lot of people serving
long sentences for small crimes.

Yeah, people have bad luck, I guess.

Bad luck?

It's prison corruption,
wouldn't you say?

It's, um, it's complicated.

Look, I wish I could help you, but...

You can help me, Nelson,
that's why I'm here.

Journalism's about
fighting for the little guy,

you taught me that.

It's your job to point out corruption,

so what the hell's going on here?

Things have changed for some people.

Idealism doesn't feed a family.

And this whole power
of the press thing,

it might work if you've got the
backing of a media conglomerate

and a certain girl with a cape.

But around here,
it doesn't mean anything.

Standing up for what's right
always means something.

Nelson.

That prison is stomping on the
neck of this entire town.

It's also the only thing
that's keeping this town alive.

Look, I'd love to see these
bastards get what they deserve.

But if I call them out,

my advertisers, they pull their money,

not only am I out of a job

but so are the
30 other people I employ.

Go back to National City.

I like to think of you there.

You know, I'm just glad somebody
made it out of this town.

And I'm glad it was you.

Listen to this. So my contact
at the Mexico City Herald

said the morgue had a discrepancy.

Elena's body was burned
beyond recognition,

but they were able to use an
incisor to confirm ID and...

it wasn't a match.

Apparently, the body
they pulled from the car

had been dead for two weeks
and died of natural causes.

So they faked Elena's death?

Well, that sheds new light on my news.

I ran the numbers you found at Elena's
apartment by my accountant friend,

and it turns out it's linked
to an offshore bank account.

Someone's been funneling money into it

for the past year,
and there are two names

listed on the ledger, one is Elena's

and the other is anonymous.

Huh.

You think William?

Maybe.

Ebezzlement, is that what this is?

My friend says there's an
address listed to the account,

but it's encrypted.

Let's call Brainy,
see if he can crack it.

Or I could ask my friend to do it.

Are things still weird
between you guys?

He did seem a little off this morning.

I was afraid this would happen.

I thought that if I was just
honest with Brainy,

it would help solve our problems,

but it's only made things worse.

I know it's something that
we could work through together,

but he thinks that
it's his problem to solve,

and now he won't even talk to me.

Well, you know how Brainy is,

sometimes human emotions
just throw him for a loop.

I think he just needs time,

and to realize
you're not going anywhere.

Okay. So you get this back

to your friend,
see if she can unencrypt it.

I'm gonna get to the DEO.

Talk to Alex and J'onn,
see if there's any news

on the Malefic front.

Copy that, boss.

We are so close to cracking
this, I can feel it.

On a clear day, you can see
the moons of Mars from here.

Today's not a clear day.

I found out what you've done, J'onn.

You lied to all of us.

You put us in jeopardy,

so that you could protect yourself.

Keep your secret safe.

That you mind-wiped the existence

- of your own brother...
- Alex, I wanted to tell you,

but I was so ashamed.

I confided in you
how this was tearing me apart.

How I thought that I was the one

putting Kelly in danger,
and you just stood there,

knowing that it wasn't my fault.

That it was yours.

You had me convinced
that Malefic was the monster,

but he wasn't just some
bad guy coming after people.

He was some bad guy that you created

coming after your family, and again

you just stood there,

and you let us suffer
the consequences.

- I know.
- You may say

that you erased Malefic
to protect your family,

to protect Myr'nn.

Or you did it because it was easier

- than helping him.
- No.

No, no.

Malefic isn't the monster here, J'onn.

You are.

Alex.

Alex.

Yeah, okay, thanks.

Hey, so...

The newspaper might've been a bust,

but good news, the best lawyer
in National City

has decided to take your mom's case.

For real?

Yeah, I wouldn't kid about that.

And don't worry about her fee.

- I'll cover it.
- Wow.

When do we meet her?

I could probably set up a meeting
with you guys next week.

You mean, you won't be there?

Oh, no, no, I...

This was a visit, Simon,
I can't stay here.

Right.

Of course, why would you?

This town is a hellhole.

Hey, no, no, it's not like that.

It's cool.

I get it.

It's not your problem.

Thanks for the help and the food.

- See you around.
- Hey.

Simon.

J'onn?

What is it?

Is it something about Malefic?

Synd'ar'k.

A synd'ar'k is a sinner, that's
what Malefic yelled at me.

I asked Nia to use her dream power

to help me find
the truth about my brother,

about the mind wipe.

That's when we discovered...

My brother wasn't born evil.

He had a problem.

And we...

ostracized him.

I wiped Malefic's existence
from our minds.

It was me.

I did this.

I failed my people more than once.

I'm failing you.

No, no, you've saved us
countless times.

I would've been dead last year,

when the Earth was seeded with
Kryptonite, if it weren't for you.

Still...

Wiping him from our mind?

It's like I murdered my own brother.

But you remember now.

You risked your own life

to find those memories,
and now you can find him

and make different choices.

It was so selfish of me to...

burden Nia with my secret,

and keep this from you and Alex.

But I'm glad Nia told her.

She deserves to know
the truth, and so do you.

It couldn't have been Nia,
she's been with me.

That was Malefic.

He incepted Alex.

I can't find Alex anywhere.

She turned off
her phone and her comms.

Where are we with the Phantom Zone
projector and psychic inhibitors?

Reconfigured and recalibrated.

Supergirl, the Verdex Blaster
is missing

and the armory's cleared out
of anti-Martian artillery.

- It's all gone.
- We have to find Alex now.

There is a way.

I could try and find her psychically.

Malefic's mind is poisonous
to all Green Martians.

Melding with Alex's incepted mind

would allow Malefic into yours.

It could hurt you.

All that matters is finding Alex.

Alex.

Open your mind for me.

We are looking for you.

We need you to come home.

Please, Alex, answer me.

You did what you could for him, James.

It wasn't enough.

I mean, when Simon says

it's not my problem,
maybe it should be.

I mean, this kid's got nobody.

Hey, you okay?

I'm having...

visions.

I thought they were in my head,

but whatever happened at Obsidian,

it didn't just allow me
to see Malefic.

I think I'm connected to him.

I think I can see what he sees.

And he has Alex. We need to
go back to National City now.

We're not going back to National City.

We came here
to get you away from Malefic.

James, when you put on
that Guardian suit,

do you think first?

Or do you see someone
in trouble and act?

- That's different.
- The hell it is.

We're going back now.

Damn it, Malefic, where is she?

J'onn.

Meet me at the planetarium.

Come alone.

Welcome to Mars,

home to a once great civlization.

Wiped out by
the Great Martian civil war.

One Green Martian now
lives on Earth among us.

The Martian Manhunter.

A coward who left his family to
face an agonizing death and worse.

And he's come here to pay for it.

Alex, please.

Alex.

I know my brother's
making you do this.

And if you can hear me, so can he.

I never should have banished you.

I know that now.

I've lived on Earth
for over 300 years.

But I never really found true peace.

And I believe it's because
of what I did to you, Malefic.

You didn't betray us.

By aligning with the White Martians,

we betrayed you.

We tried to fix you.

Change you.

When all along,
we should've accepted you.

I accept you now, brother.

- No!
- Yes.

You forced me to look inside myself

and discover memories I had erased.

You did it to try and punish me.

But...

Don't you see you've given
us a second chance?

It's not too late for us, brother.

It's not...

too...

late.

Oh, my God.

What have I done?

No!

On Mars, you had nothing
but cruelty for me.

Where did this love
and forgiveness come from?

From my family.

Family's supposed to destroy you.

He was supposed to come alone too.

This ends now, Malefic.

Tell that to my friends.

They've been incepted.

The shield matrix, J'onn.

Yeah, this dome won't last
with all the firepower.

What is that?

We are not going to lose you again.

The roof.

If it collapses, then everyone
in here is gonna die.

Go. Kara, go.

J'onn, you gotta
get me out of this thing.

Kelly, you shouldn't be here.

This is exactly
where I should be here.

- What the hell is that thing?
- Oh, my God.

A bomb. A hybrid of Tamaranean
and Pharoid technology.

It's synched
to Alex's molecular structure.

Supergirl, can you hear me?

Yeah.

When the dome fails, you and Guardian

gather all of the stolen weapons.

Kelly, you're the only one who
can see him, so find Malefic.

- J'onn.
- Do you trust me?

Yes.

Supergirl, now.

It's Malefic in the blue jacket.

So Malefic's back in the Phantom Zone?

I'm sorry that you couldn't save him.

J'onn, I know that that's
what you wanted to do.

But I heard everything
that you said to him.

I just wish he could've taken it in.

But maybe now that I remember,

I have a chance to make
things right at some point.

How could you ever think
that I would say those things

or think those things about you?

I guess because I thought
those things about myself.

Well, I remember you
telling me once that

true character reveals itself
in times of hardship.

And I know who you really are.

We couldn't have done it without you.

Please, I barely did anything.

What? You fixed the
inhibitors and the projector.

It did feel good.

You and me working together as a team.

Now that I know who you actually are.

Well, get used to it, because you
are now officially a Superfriend.

We have T-shirts and a handshake.

I'll teach it to you.
It's not a big deal.

It's a whole thing.

We're going out to get drinks
tonight, do you wanna come?

Oh, I would love to,
but I have been here all day,

so I really should get back to L-Corp.

Of course. No rest
for the world-saving genius.

Since Malefic is gone,

how about less fighting on
the frontlines and more...

cuddles and Netflix?

Okay, yeah, I'm in.

Please, take this as a token
of my deepest apologies.

Brainy, this is perfect.

I do not know when or how
I will find a way to be myself,

and yet not succumb
to my more obsessive qualities.

Perhaps we could work on it together?

I'm not going anywhere.

- Dibs.
- Did you just say "dibs"?

- I did.
- Well done.

Okay, here is
to always being together.

Cheers.

About that.

You guys all know that I've been
doing a lot of soul searching

since I left CatCo.

Trying to figure out what's next.

I knew I wanted to give back,
and I wanted to help people.

But I was driving myself
crazy trying to figure out

where to put those efforts.

And then my extremely wise sister...

...gave me some damn good advice.

She said, "Stop trying
so hard to figure things out,

and just be still

and listen."

And finally I heard it.

Only it wasn't a voice
from inside of me,

it was this kid's voice,

this kid that we met in Calvintown.

Sadly, it's become this cesspool
for crime and corruption.

And he told me that

no one's there willing to help.

There's nobody willing to stand
up and do the right thing.

There's nobody willing
to put their neck on the line.

And just like that,

that's what I knew I had to do.

Look, I've been fighting
the good fight

from a fancy corner office for years.

And in the streets
of National City as Guardian.

But I started off
as a guy with a camera.

A camera our dad gave me.

Among the people.

And that is where I need to be.

For now,

I'm going back to Calvintown.

I'm going home.

And I'm gonna show that
town that there is somebody

who is willing to fight for them.

I'm gonna buy the Calvintown Gazette.

Wow.

Look, Andrea Rojas
may be able to stop me

from writing for a newspaper,

but she can't stop me
from publishing one.

That's amazing.

And what are we gonna do without you?

One of the main reasons
I moved to National City

was because Clark wanted me
to keep an eye on you.

But you're the one
that kept an eye on me.

You never needed me.

Not then, and certainly not now.

Yeah, but we are going to miss you.

So much.

My feelings are springing out,

and I can't seem to find
a little box to contain them.

Okay, try this box.

To James.

To James.

No.

To you guys.

I can't believe James is really gone.

I guess part of me
always thought he'd come back.

I know.

But I'm happy for him.
He deserves this.

Yeah.

Kara?

What is it?

My friend unencrypted the address
associated with Elena's account.

It's here.

In National City.

What?

How the hell did you get in here?

- What is this?
- Kara, walk out of here,

forget what you just saw.

- It's too dangerous.
- What are you?

- An undercover cop?
- I'm a journalist,

like you.

I work for The Times in London,

I'm here undercover
to investigate Andrea Rojas.

I'm sorry, but you've got to leave.

Before you get mixed up in this.

Be real with me this once,
and maybe I will.

'Cause I already know about
your offshore bank account,

the one you share with Elena Torres.

I know you were
in Mexico City yesterday,

helping her fake her own death.

I know that you pretend
to have a wife, but you don't.

I know about Dr. Jarrod, Dr. Stern,

so why don't you stop
trying to cover your tracks

and just try telling the truth?

Elena thought they were onto her,

that they knew she was
talking to someone,

I needed to keep her safe.

And what about your
Intergang friend Sergio Ramos?

Sergio is Interpol, undercover.

He helped me get her out.

If the Rojases are dirty,
why aren't you saying anything?

Because I haven't found the proof yet.

Two years' worth of reporting

that suggests a criminal
conspiracy bigger than Al Capone,

but nothing that connects
the Rojases directly.

It's why I took the job at
CatCo, to get close to Andrea.

Doing everything I can to get
into the Rojas inner circle.

You have been a toxic jerk
since you got here.

How do I know
you're not just spinning this

to get me off the scent
of what you're actually up to?

Because that jerk was a lie.

An identity I put on
to keep everyone at CatCo

from wanting to get to know me.

- Well, it worked.
- And it killed me.

Every time I was rude to you,

every time I lied about what
I've really been up to.

Now that you know,

at least I can be honest with you.

At least maybe you can forgive me.

I don't think that's gonna happen.

I don't blame you.

I'd hate me too.

Giving you the cold shoulder.

Being hypercompetitive in order
to get closer to Andrea.

Criticizing your writing,

instead of telling you
what I really thought.

You mean my work's
not really "sentimental tripe"?

Your articles are honest and smart.

I could never write the way you write.

You have two Pulitzers.

It's not from the writing.

It's from the story.

I have craft, you have art.

Now promise me you'll let this go.

I'd never forgive myself
if you got wrapped up in this.

You don't have to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

I don't doubt that you can take care

of everything you set your mind to.

Wow.

Can't believe you came back.

That you bought the paper.

What can I say?

I like a challenge.

Who knows, maybe you and I
could fix this town together.

By the way,

you know how to work a camera?

Like, on my phone?

No, not like on your phone.

Like a real one.

My dad gave me this camera.

And now it's yours.

Thanks, Chief.

Don't call me chief.

It's Jimmy.

Where am I?

This is not the Phantom Zone.

By now you've realized you
can't phase through these walls.

But don't think of this as a prison.

I'm not your enemy.

In fact, I think
we can help each other.