Titans (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - Episode #4.1 - full transcript
How?
- Every time.
- Wow.
That is just talent.
Whoo!
How did you, how
did you even do it?
I can't believe it.
I know, right?
Doesn't seem like
the bowling type,
but she's beating Conner.
No, not that.
A few days ago, I didn't think
we were gonna make it.
Now, here we are, goofing
off in a bowling alley.
We got lucky.
Is that what it was?
Just luck?
Plus skill and strength,
courage, teamwork, brains.
But, yeah, mostly luck.
Okay!
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
Oh, he
finally made one.
See that? Thank you.
You seem different.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I feel different.
I feel free.
Like I just paid off a debt.
Or quit a job I hate.
Like your life is
your own again?
Yeah.
Or maybe mine for
the first time.
Since I've met you, how many
different destinies have I had?
Four?
Oh, well, let's see. Um...
Kill Rachel.
- Save Tamaran.
- Mmm.
Kill a bunch of other people.
Save Gotham.
Take care of your sister.
Am I forgetting one?
Survive the RV.
Yeah.
Right
now, my only destiny
is bowling alley pizza
and a bad night's sleep.
And I'm so good with that.
Back away, Robin.
Pick up the spare.
One sec.
What about you?
I'm just glad
we're all together.
Mmm.
Me too.
You got this.
They're so good.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
- -No, no, no.
- That's, that's not fair.
Dad, we're just bowling.
No transformation.
Hey, everyone's gotta
bring their skills.
- Yeah. In a normal bowling alley.
- This is cheating.
Yeah, don't worry.
I love you, too. Bye.
- Who was that?
- Oh, dad.
He's worried we're
already into something.
Hey, did you explain to him that sometimes
we go hours without saving the world?
Yeah. I think he just
wanted an excuse to call.
My phone's been blowing
up ever since we left.
Aw. It's nice to have
parents that miss you.
Yeah, nice to have parents.
Look who's back.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Everything's fine.
You have that "I have
news" look on your face.
Well, I do have news.
Just got off the
phone with Bruce.
No!
We're not going back to
Gotham. We're not doing that.
- Way too soon.
- I just left.
For the record, I
don't mind going back.
Okay, hang on,
this isn't about Gotham.
It's about Metropolis.
Bruce and I have been talking
about you wanting to meet your dad.
So, Bruce made some calls
and...
and he wants to meet you.
Superman wants to meet me?
Are you serious?
He... he said that?
He said you need flying
lessons, actually. But, um...
- He what?
- What?
No, no. I'm... I'm joking.
Come on.
But he does wanna meet you.
This is incredible. I... I can't
even believe it's really happening.
It is.
Nine o'clock sharp
at S.T.A.R. Labs.
Wait, S.T.A.R. Labs?
The S.T.A.R. Labs?
Special Projects team heard we might
be visiting and went into overdrive.
Apparently, they've been trying to
get their hands on us for some time.
Bruce said there might
be some surprises.
Whatever that means.
Well...
Sounds like Superman isn't the
only one that wanted to meet us.
Please don't burn down
the bowling alley.
She definitely will.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Welcome to the ancient
world, Mr. Luthor.
Let there be light.
The Temple of
Azarath is now yours.
When the ritual is done, your
power will be greater than...
anyone else on Earth.
Him, too.
Soon the Gods will
know your name.
I can assure you, Ms. Bennett,
the Gods already know me.
That will be all.
- Excuse me?
- You may go.
Rest assured, you've done
everything I've asked.
Mr. Luthor...
It sounds as if...
I'm firing you.
Either this will do
its job or it won't.
Either way, your
work is done here.
Now, your contract
will be paid in full,
but you will leave
this compound...
immediately.
And you will never speak...
about what we've done to anyone.
Ever.
This was our dream.
- Our destiny.
- My dream.
And my destiny.
I devoted over five years
of my life to this project.
There's so much for
the world to learn.
That's where you're wrong.
The world will never learn.
Gentlemen...
help Ms. Bennett
pack her things.
You're making a mistake.
You know this power
comes at a cost.
Someone will have to pay.
Someone always does.
"Ladies
and gentlemen,
allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Sebastian.
And I'm going to
change the world.
I'm gonna change the world."
Is that too much?
Yeah, it's too much.
Okay, um...
Okay, uh...
How about...
"Hi, my..." Stupid.
"Hi.
My name is Sebastian
and I've invented something
that will give...
millions of people
all over the world
hours...
of happiness,
and contentment.
And isn't that exactly
what we need right now?"
Is that better?
Yeah.
I thought so, too.
This...
is the one, guys.
And girls.
This is the one...
that's gonna change everything.
Wow. It's raining
pretty hard out there.
Oh, my God.
Why are they doing this?
I don't care about all
these new characters.
Just give me the main cast.
Mmm-hmm. I know.
And make them kiss already.
Hmm?
Wh...
What?
Steve?
Steve?
Mmm.
Ugh. Mmm. Damn it.
So, what
should I say? I mean,
I don't want it to be weird.
Just say, "Hey,
Supes, what's good?"
That's horrible.
I will not be saying that.
Rach.
You good?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You ready?
Ready.
Let's go!
S.T.A.R. Labs.
Scientific and Technological
Advance Research Laboratories.
Built by Garrison Slate in 1971.
Dedicated to pure
scientific research,
but no private or
governmental affiliations.
The Titans, I presume.
Bernard. Good to see you.
Good to see you again,
Mr. Grayson. Everybody.
I'm so, so happy
that you're all here.
My name is Bernard Fitzmartin and I
am the Director of Special Projects
here at S.T.A.R. Laboratories.
This is Dr. Espenson,
the Director of
Applied Sciences,
and we have got a
very big day planned.
We've been scrambling a little,
since we heard you were coming today,
but we've managed to put together
a few things for you.
So, why don't I show you
what we've been working on,
and you show us what you can do.
If you'd follow the good doctor.
Dick, Conner,
if you don't mind
hanging back, um...
Conner, I'm afraid that
I have some bad news.
Kal-El sends his regrets.
He's not here?
He was called away
on urgent business.
A matter that did require
his immediate attention.
I understand.
I'm sorry.
But... he did leave you this.
Everything okay?
"Conner,
I'm sorry I couldn't be
there to meet you today.
But when I get back,
I would very much
like to see you
and finally get to know you.
Until then, please
follow Bernard.
He has something to show you.
It's what we do."
Let's go.
Garfield Logan,
your days of stripping
naked in public are over.
Just when I was starting to like it.
Can I give it a try?
Sure.
Bernard, are you okay?
Thank you.
Hey.
What happened?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You turned into a gorilla.
What?
And a velociraptor.
And one of those little guys,
with the, uh, the shell.
Wh... what are they called?
A turtle?
Uh, no, they're from Texas.
Uh, armarillo.
- Armadillo.
- Yes, an armadillo.
Apparently, the gorilla had
something against my morphology lab.
I'm... really sorry about that.
And you don't remember
anything that happened?
No. I... started to transform,
and then...
Look, has any...
Has anything like this
ever happened before?
No.
All right. Well, your, um,
your alpha waves
fluctuated slightly.
Uh, but just to be sure,
we will... we will
check the suit
for any possible anomalies
before you leave, all right?
- Oh, God.
- Gar?
You're feeling okay?
Yeah.
There's just a...
Conner...
It's time.
Mr. Grayson.
Let's get this
cleaned up, all right?
Okay.
This lab,
along with several others,
is dedicated solely to studying
your father and his abilities.
- Are we on schedule?
- We're ready.
Thank you.
So...
what's he like?
He's extraordinary.
Go ahead and put
these on for me.
What?
Nothing.
If you'll look off
to your left for me,
about ten o' clock,
in three...
two...
one.
What is it?
That is Superman.
Where is he going?
He's headed to Q4 105BV.
We've predicted the
collapse of a red dwarf star
near a planet that
might hold life.
When he gets there, he'll try
to counter-act the effects.
Save an entire galaxy
from destruction.
This is what we do.
You'll meet him in person.
Some day.
This way, gentlemen.
Holy shit.
Do we have to pay
for that?
No, we actually
needed it fragmented.
This was way
cheaper than lasers.
So, how'd I do?
Well, considering
that was Perithium,
the hardest substance
known to man,
I'd say you did great.
And you have no idea
what this power is
or where it came from?
Well...
Apparently, I was
born with it, but...
I just discovered it last week.
Okay. Well, we can try
to identify the nature
of the energy source
you're drawing from.
But I can tell you this.
You've just barely
scratched the surface.
Just now, you've used only 8.1%
of your total estimated
kinetic output.
All right, that's everyone.
You sure you don't
want anything?
No, I'm good.
- All right, let's go.
- Hold on a second.
- Here he is.
- Tim?
When, uh, Mr. Grayson called us
he asked that we design
something especially for you.
No.
The Robin Suit?
Yes!
I knew it!
Uh, no.
- That's, uh... I'm sorry, it's not the Robin Suit.
- Huh?
- It's not?
- Of course, not.
Are you crazy? You've
been a Titan five minutes.
Oh.
Still something
pretty cool, though.
This...
is a rokushakubo.
It's a Bo staff.
But I don't know how
to use one of these.
Yet.
You're gonna teach me?
Starting tomorrow.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
It's my pleasure.
And, um, should you
ever have any questions,
don't hesitate to ask.
Tim?
One more thing.
We did a quick retrofit of
your recreational vehicle
while you were inside.
I hope you don't mind.
A gift from Bruce Wayne.
Something about
saving Gotham city.
This is ridiculous.
Who is driving that thing?
I am.
Are we allowed to sit in it?
You are.
Everyone else can
start a sign-up sheet.
You can go first.
Where do I sign?
Whoo-hoo!
Hey!
Get in here!
Get your
ass out of there.
New kid.
Happy rush
hour, Metropolites.
We've got traffic,
traffic and more traffic,
with some big slow-downs for
you folks coming into town.
The city is gearing up for
the big hero day parade
and if you're planning...
Hey, Conner.
Can you take a picture
of me with the Bo staff?
Sure.
Yes.
All right.
Nice.
Uh, what's this for? A profile?
Uh, nah. I just...
I wanna send it to that guy.
That guy? Who?
Uh, Bernard. The
S.T.A.R. Labs dude.
Oh, okay. Got it.
I mean, come on, they
made this for me.
I would like to say thank you.
Yeah.
Say thank you.
- What?
- Your phone just died.
But I just charged it.
What the hell's going on?
Conner!
Hey. Hey.
Conner? Conner?
Conner. This
is Lex Luthor.
I know this might
seem a bit much,
but how else was I
going to contact you?
I'd like to meet in person.
Come to LexCorp Tower
tonight at 8:00 p.m.
What's going on?
I'll expect to see you then.
Conner!
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
We have to go back
to Metropolis.
What?
All I'm saying
is, it's complicated.
I mean, not really.
He wants me to come to LexCorp
Tower tonight at 8:00 p.m.
Look, we're talking
about Lex Luthor here.
He's the only man Bruce
Wayne was ever afraid of.
Superman's not afraid of him.
Neither am I.
You should be.
He spent the last 40 years
trying to kill Superman.
He tried to kill you, too.
He failed.
He's just a man.
He doesn't have superpowers.
Not all of us do.
Dick.
The whole reason we
came to Metropolis
was so that I could
meet one of my parents.
Okay, so it wasn't
the one that I wanted.
Am I supposed to
just ignore him?
Walk away?
No.
You deserve to
know your parents.
Everyone does.
It's just Lex Luthor never shows his
cards. We don't know what he wants.
Then maybe we should find out.
I mean, if he is up to something
isn't it better that we know?
The man's a psychopath.
I know. You won't get any
argument from me there, but...
ultimately, it's
not our decision.
It's Conner's.
I wanna meet him.
Okay.
I don't like it, but if it's
gonna happen, Kory's right.
We should get as much
information as we can first.
So, what do we do, call him
and ask for a quick chat?
That's not really my style.
Yeah.
Me neither.
Hmm.
Thank you.
Alpha two. I have
a breach Top level...
Hey, what do you
think you're doing?
Sorry to interrupt your meal.
I would have beamed a message
into your head, but...
this seemed like more fun.
Well, what a pleasure
to meet you, Starfire.
Or may I call you Koriand'r?
You can call me Kory...
Lex.
May I offer you some
Spaghetti Puttanesca?
Or perhaps a glass of wine?
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
I understand
there've been some...
changes on Tamaran.
Komand'r has now rightfully
taken the throne?
That's right.
And now,
she possesses
the power...
you've always thought
of as your own.
Yes, yes, but, you know,
it's for the best,
really.
She's...
She spent her whole
life feeling denied.
Overshadowed.
Less than.
But of course, you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?
We have much to discuss.
This way, please.
What a quaint
little place you have here.
Allow me to
show you around.
May I give you a tour?
So far nothing.
Just give her some time.
Welcome to the
Daily Planet archives.
Outsiders usually don't get
access to this kind of stuff,
but considering it's you
guys, I'll make an exception.
Thanks.
Every single issue dating back to
our very first day of publication,
November 2nd, 1775.
This is insane.
- How do you find anything?
- Ah, it's all cataloged.
Well, most of it.
We're digitizing
as fast as we can.
The Luthor section
is just down there.
According to Dick, Lex
Luthor never tips his hand.
So, we need to see
what cards he's showing
and then try to figure
out what he's holding.
Okay, so we'll need
everything you've got on him.
Everything? I mean, that could
take months to go through.
Don't worry.
He's a fast reader.
I mean, I believe you, but
still. Can we narrow it down?
I mean, we got a lot on the guy.
We got...
Felony arrests,
felony convictions,
capital crimes, crimes
on the high seas,
space-based crimes,
philanthropy.
Oh, definitely the pirate...
- Philanthropy.
- Philanthropy.
- Philanthropy.
- Okay.
Let's head to my office. We
can pull it up on the server.
Powerful, isn't it?
Gautier 1762.
I acquired this
bottle at auction.
It was found in the sealed-off compartment
underneath Jean Paul Marat's bathtub.
It tastes like it.
- To new friends.
- We'll see.
I have so many
questions for you.
So much I want to learn
about your planet,
history, your abilities.
I have a few questions
for you, too.
Why do you want to
meet with Conner?
Doesn't a father have a
right to meet his son?
A desire
doesn't equal a right.
It worked. Unbelievable.
The unbelievable thing about Bruce's
toys is never that they work.
It's what they do.
I got personal, medical,
financial, schedules, calendars.
Hell, I've even
got his Twitter account.
What do you want?
I want Conner to stay with me.
Here in Metropolis.
No, no. That's... that's
never gonna happen.
It might.
After all,
it is his decision.
He knows who you are.
- What you are.
- That's exactly the point.
He doesn't.
I wanna give him the benefit
of my knowledge and guidance.
And I want him to be
prepared to one day...
take over as
President of LexCorp.
You
know what I think?
I think what you really want
is to own the thing you created.
You consider Conner
your possession.
He is not.
He has compassion,
empathy,
moral intelligence.
All of which make him
far stronger than you.
In every way.
You want him to be
your personal weapon.
He will never be that.
Isn't that exactly...
how you're using him...
Richard?
Hasn't Bruce taught
you any other way?
I'd like you to meet
some friends of mine.
Remember, Richard,
this is me...
being gentle.
Tim, stay down.
Ninjas.
You good?
I hate ninjas.
More ninjas.
Okay.
I liked those men.
All I ask is six months.
If you believe you
know Conner's answer,
then you'll have no
problem conveying my offer.
I expect an answer tonight.
- Let's go.
- All right.
Here you go. The
Luthor Foundation.
"Just announced 18 months ago, Luthor
Foundation recently broke ground on
a dozen hospitals and schools."
Scholarships, research grants,
charities all over the world.
Funded at over a
billion dollars.
He seems serious.
There's one thing
I know about Lex.
He's always serious.
Where's Rachel?
Rachel.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
Gar...
I think something terrible
is about to happen.
I need to get out of here.
We should not have come
back to Metropolis.
Who is this guy?
He's in a lot of
these photographs.
Uh, I don't know.
I can't find his name anywhere.
Maybe he works for
the foundation.
Even bigger question.
Why does Luthor suddenly have a
charitable foundation, anyway?
Because he's dying.
What?
Lex Luthor has six
months to live.
What are you talking about?
He wants you to stay with him.
Learn how to run LexCorp.
Learn about him
while you still can.
How do you know all this?
Oh, I let one of these
loose in his penthouse.
It's a superbug from WayneTech.
It hacked into Lex's files
and revealed multiple
visits to medical clinics
all around the world.
This guy right here, his
name is Arthur Holmwood.
He's the world's leading
expert in kryptonite poisoning.
Luthor was diagnosed
two years ago.
And there's no cure.
This changes things.
It does.
We think Lex wants to use you
as a way of saving himself.
Holmwood created a
theory. It's called, um,
radical mass transfusions.
- Radical mass transfusions.
- It's blood, organs,
everything.
You're the closest
living genetic match.
Your body's obviously
stronger than his.
There might be a way he can
use it to fight his disease.
Okay. Uh...
A blood transfusion.
People get those
all the time, right?
If that's all he's asking...
Conner. You can't be serious.
Can we talk?
A dying man is like
a cornered animal.
That's when they're
most dangerous.
Listen, Conner, at the end
of the day, it's up to you.
But if my opinion
means anything,
I wouldn't get within
a mile of Lex Luthor.
I hear you.
But you're the one who told me
I deserved to know my parents.
Maybe he's a terrible person.
But I have to find
that out for myself.
And I have to know it
before I can know
what to do about it.
You don't owe him anything.
Maybe he owes me something.
Like what?
Answers.
Why was I created?
For what purpose?
I understand. Trust me.
But none of that matters to him.
His purpose is not yours.
I still need to find out.
I can't tell you what to do.
I can tell you this.
You're a part of our family.
And if you leave,
it's gonna hurt us.
I know.
I'm sorry, Dick.
But I have to do this.
I hate Lex Luthor.
Yeah, I hate him, too.
I know Conner needs to do this.
For his own personal growth.
I needed it, too.
It's a painful thing, not
knowing where you come from.
But people like Lex Luthor...
they only destroy things.
Like you said, it's
Conner's choice.
I just hope he
made the right one.
Mr. Luthor?
I'm Conner Kent.
You took his name.
I understand you came to
Metropolis at his invitation.
So?
How was it?
Meeting the great Man of Steel?
I didn't meet him.
He was... away.
Oh. That must have been
devastating for you.
Well, I hope I'm not too
much of a disappointment.
And I suppose you're...
- probably wondering exactly why...
- I'm not.
I'm not wondering why
you invited me here.
I don't care.
I'm here because of what I want.
Putting your own desires first.
Like father, like son.
I want you to know that I
don't consider you my father.
I see.
Are you dying?
Perhaps.
Were you hoping to
use me for a cure?
Splendid idea.
I already tried.
I have an ample supply
of the genetic material
it took to create you.
It follows that a treatment
might be found there...
Didn't work.
However,
I do owe you an apology.
For what?
For creating
you in my image.
If people found out,
they would see you as partly me.
Well, they love you now.
But all it would
take is one mistake.
And then...
they will see you differently.
I don't have to listen to this.
No, you don't. But you should.
Because I'm the only
person in the world
who can truly understand you.
The only one
who will never judge you
for being what you are.
How could I?
I created you.
Why?
Why did you create me?
Am I to assume
that your decision on
whether or not to stay
rests on my answer
to this question?
Very well.
I created you...
for one reason.
To see my dream of becoming
Superman come true.
Please understand, I
realized many years ago
that I, myself,
could never become
Superman, so...
I went about achieving my
personal dream the way men have
since the beginning of humanity.
I had a son.
My dream was that...
my child would succeed
where I had not.
To be...
both man and Superman.
Did I succeed?
Maybe you should tell me.
I see what
Superman has given you.
So does the world.
You show them with
your actions every day.
But what I have given you...
expresses itself...
more subtly.
And I admit,
it is pride and self-regard,
and what I'm sure
the television psychologists
would call "narcissism"
that has driven me
to want this meeting.
To want my time with you.
To give you some part of
myself and not just my DNA,
but my real actual thoughts.
My thesis.
Conner.
I don't want you to become me.
I've already done that.
What I want is for you...
with all your gifts...
to know me.
And with that knowledge,
choose for yourself,
what and who...
you will be.
Now I've answered
your questions,
please allow me the
only one I have.
Will you stay?
Yes.
I will.
Excellent.
I have something I
wanna share with you.
A project I've been working on.
The reason why death
may no longer be the foe
I once thought it to be.
But there's problems.
My partners may have...
even darker ideas than I do.
I may need your help.
Mr. Luthor?
Are you okay?
I actually hate tomatoes, Raven.
Gross.
You okay?
Lex!
Lex!
Rachel! Rachel!
Dick!
Rachel!
What happened?
Lex.
Lex.
Down! Down! Now!
Show me your hands!
Get away from him!
I said show me your hands!
Watch his eyes.
You see, Mr. Luthor...
someone...
always pays.
- Every time.
- Wow.
That is just talent.
Whoo!
How did you, how
did you even do it?
I can't believe it.
I know, right?
Doesn't seem like
the bowling type,
but she's beating Conner.
No, not that.
A few days ago, I didn't think
we were gonna make it.
Now, here we are, goofing
off in a bowling alley.
We got lucky.
Is that what it was?
Just luck?
Plus skill and strength,
courage, teamwork, brains.
But, yeah, mostly luck.
Okay!
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
Oh, he
finally made one.
See that? Thank you.
You seem different.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I feel different.
I feel free.
Like I just paid off a debt.
Or quit a job I hate.
Like your life is
your own again?
Yeah.
Or maybe mine for
the first time.
Since I've met you, how many
different destinies have I had?
Four?
Oh, well, let's see. Um...
Kill Rachel.
- Save Tamaran.
- Mmm.
Kill a bunch of other people.
Save Gotham.
Take care of your sister.
Am I forgetting one?
Survive the RV.
Yeah.
Right
now, my only destiny
is bowling alley pizza
and a bad night's sleep.
And I'm so good with that.
Back away, Robin.
Pick up the spare.
One sec.
What about you?
I'm just glad
we're all together.
Mmm.
Me too.
You got this.
They're so good.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
- -No, no, no.
- That's, that's not fair.
Dad, we're just bowling.
No transformation.
Hey, everyone's gotta
bring their skills.
- Yeah. In a normal bowling alley.
- This is cheating.
Yeah, don't worry.
I love you, too. Bye.
- Who was that?
- Oh, dad.
He's worried we're
already into something.
Hey, did you explain to him that sometimes
we go hours without saving the world?
Yeah. I think he just
wanted an excuse to call.
My phone's been blowing
up ever since we left.
Aw. It's nice to have
parents that miss you.
Yeah, nice to have parents.
Look who's back.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Everything's fine.
You have that "I have
news" look on your face.
Well, I do have news.
Just got off the
phone with Bruce.
No!
We're not going back to
Gotham. We're not doing that.
- Way too soon.
- I just left.
For the record, I
don't mind going back.
Okay, hang on,
this isn't about Gotham.
It's about Metropolis.
Bruce and I have been talking
about you wanting to meet your dad.
So, Bruce made some calls
and...
and he wants to meet you.
Superman wants to meet me?
Are you serious?
He... he said that?
He said you need flying
lessons, actually. But, um...
- He what?
- What?
No, no. I'm... I'm joking.
Come on.
But he does wanna meet you.
This is incredible. I... I can't
even believe it's really happening.
It is.
Nine o'clock sharp
at S.T.A.R. Labs.
Wait, S.T.A.R. Labs?
The S.T.A.R. Labs?
Special Projects team heard we might
be visiting and went into overdrive.
Apparently, they've been trying to
get their hands on us for some time.
Bruce said there might
be some surprises.
Whatever that means.
Well...
Sounds like Superman isn't the
only one that wanted to meet us.
Please don't burn down
the bowling alley.
She definitely will.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Welcome to the ancient
world, Mr. Luthor.
Let there be light.
The Temple of
Azarath is now yours.
When the ritual is done, your
power will be greater than...
anyone else on Earth.
Him, too.
Soon the Gods will
know your name.
I can assure you, Ms. Bennett,
the Gods already know me.
That will be all.
- Excuse me?
- You may go.
Rest assured, you've done
everything I've asked.
Mr. Luthor...
It sounds as if...
I'm firing you.
Either this will do
its job or it won't.
Either way, your
work is done here.
Now, your contract
will be paid in full,
but you will leave
this compound...
immediately.
And you will never speak...
about what we've done to anyone.
Ever.
This was our dream.
- Our destiny.
- My dream.
And my destiny.
I devoted over five years
of my life to this project.
There's so much for
the world to learn.
That's where you're wrong.
The world will never learn.
Gentlemen...
help Ms. Bennett
pack her things.
You're making a mistake.
You know this power
comes at a cost.
Someone will have to pay.
Someone always does.
"Ladies
and gentlemen,
allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Sebastian.
And I'm going to
change the world.
I'm gonna change the world."
Is that too much?
Yeah, it's too much.
Okay, um...
Okay, uh...
How about...
"Hi, my..." Stupid.
"Hi.
My name is Sebastian
and I've invented something
that will give...
millions of people
all over the world
hours...
of happiness,
and contentment.
And isn't that exactly
what we need right now?"
Is that better?
Yeah.
I thought so, too.
This...
is the one, guys.
And girls.
This is the one...
that's gonna change everything.
Wow. It's raining
pretty hard out there.
Oh, my God.
Why are they doing this?
I don't care about all
these new characters.
Just give me the main cast.
Mmm-hmm. I know.
And make them kiss already.
Hmm?
Wh...
What?
Steve?
Steve?
Mmm.
Ugh. Mmm. Damn it.
So, what
should I say? I mean,
I don't want it to be weird.
Just say, "Hey,
Supes, what's good?"
That's horrible.
I will not be saying that.
Rach.
You good?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You ready?
Ready.
Let's go!
S.T.A.R. Labs.
Scientific and Technological
Advance Research Laboratories.
Built by Garrison Slate in 1971.
Dedicated to pure
scientific research,
but no private or
governmental affiliations.
The Titans, I presume.
Bernard. Good to see you.
Good to see you again,
Mr. Grayson. Everybody.
I'm so, so happy
that you're all here.
My name is Bernard Fitzmartin and I
am the Director of Special Projects
here at S.T.A.R. Laboratories.
This is Dr. Espenson,
the Director of
Applied Sciences,
and we have got a
very big day planned.
We've been scrambling a little,
since we heard you were coming today,
but we've managed to put together
a few things for you.
So, why don't I show you
what we've been working on,
and you show us what you can do.
If you'd follow the good doctor.
Dick, Conner,
if you don't mind
hanging back, um...
Conner, I'm afraid that
I have some bad news.
Kal-El sends his regrets.
He's not here?
He was called away
on urgent business.
A matter that did require
his immediate attention.
I understand.
I'm sorry.
But... he did leave you this.
Everything okay?
"Conner,
I'm sorry I couldn't be
there to meet you today.
But when I get back,
I would very much
like to see you
and finally get to know you.
Until then, please
follow Bernard.
He has something to show you.
It's what we do."
Let's go.
Garfield Logan,
your days of stripping
naked in public are over.
Just when I was starting to like it.
Can I give it a try?
Sure.
Bernard, are you okay?
Thank you.
Hey.
What happened?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You turned into a gorilla.
What?
And a velociraptor.
And one of those little guys,
with the, uh, the shell.
Wh... what are they called?
A turtle?
Uh, no, they're from Texas.
Uh, armarillo.
- Armadillo.
- Yes, an armadillo.
Apparently, the gorilla had
something against my morphology lab.
I'm... really sorry about that.
And you don't remember
anything that happened?
No. I... started to transform,
and then...
Look, has any...
Has anything like this
ever happened before?
No.
All right. Well, your, um,
your alpha waves
fluctuated slightly.
Uh, but just to be sure,
we will... we will
check the suit
for any possible anomalies
before you leave, all right?
- Oh, God.
- Gar?
You're feeling okay?
Yeah.
There's just a...
Conner...
It's time.
Mr. Grayson.
Let's get this
cleaned up, all right?
Okay.
This lab,
along with several others,
is dedicated solely to studying
your father and his abilities.
- Are we on schedule?
- We're ready.
Thank you.
So...
what's he like?
He's extraordinary.
Go ahead and put
these on for me.
What?
Nothing.
If you'll look off
to your left for me,
about ten o' clock,
in three...
two...
one.
What is it?
That is Superman.
Where is he going?
He's headed to Q4 105BV.
We've predicted the
collapse of a red dwarf star
near a planet that
might hold life.
When he gets there, he'll try
to counter-act the effects.
Save an entire galaxy
from destruction.
This is what we do.
You'll meet him in person.
Some day.
This way, gentlemen.
Holy shit.
Do we have to pay
for that?
No, we actually
needed it fragmented.
This was way
cheaper than lasers.
So, how'd I do?
Well, considering
that was Perithium,
the hardest substance
known to man,
I'd say you did great.
And you have no idea
what this power is
or where it came from?
Well...
Apparently, I was
born with it, but...
I just discovered it last week.
Okay. Well, we can try
to identify the nature
of the energy source
you're drawing from.
But I can tell you this.
You've just barely
scratched the surface.
Just now, you've used only 8.1%
of your total estimated
kinetic output.
All right, that's everyone.
You sure you don't
want anything?
No, I'm good.
- All right, let's go.
- Hold on a second.
- Here he is.
- Tim?
When, uh, Mr. Grayson called us
he asked that we design
something especially for you.
No.
The Robin Suit?
Yes!
I knew it!
Uh, no.
- That's, uh... I'm sorry, it's not the Robin Suit.
- Huh?
- It's not?
- Of course, not.
Are you crazy? You've
been a Titan five minutes.
Oh.
Still something
pretty cool, though.
This...
is a rokushakubo.
It's a Bo staff.
But I don't know how
to use one of these.
Yet.
You're gonna teach me?
Starting tomorrow.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
It's my pleasure.
And, um, should you
ever have any questions,
don't hesitate to ask.
Tim?
One more thing.
We did a quick retrofit of
your recreational vehicle
while you were inside.
I hope you don't mind.
A gift from Bruce Wayne.
Something about
saving Gotham city.
This is ridiculous.
Who is driving that thing?
I am.
Are we allowed to sit in it?
You are.
Everyone else can
start a sign-up sheet.
You can go first.
Where do I sign?
Whoo-hoo!
Hey!
Get in here!
Get your
ass out of there.
New kid.
Happy rush
hour, Metropolites.
We've got traffic,
traffic and more traffic,
with some big slow-downs for
you folks coming into town.
The city is gearing up for
the big hero day parade
and if you're planning...
Hey, Conner.
Can you take a picture
of me with the Bo staff?
Sure.
Yes.
All right.
Nice.
Uh, what's this for? A profile?
Uh, nah. I just...
I wanna send it to that guy.
That guy? Who?
Uh, Bernard. The
S.T.A.R. Labs dude.
Oh, okay. Got it.
I mean, come on, they
made this for me.
I would like to say thank you.
Yeah.
Say thank you.
- What?
- Your phone just died.
But I just charged it.
What the hell's going on?
Conner!
Hey. Hey.
Conner? Conner?
Conner. This
is Lex Luthor.
I know this might
seem a bit much,
but how else was I
going to contact you?
I'd like to meet in person.
Come to LexCorp Tower
tonight at 8:00 p.m.
What's going on?
I'll expect to see you then.
Conner!
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
We have to go back
to Metropolis.
What?
All I'm saying
is, it's complicated.
I mean, not really.
He wants me to come to LexCorp
Tower tonight at 8:00 p.m.
Look, we're talking
about Lex Luthor here.
He's the only man Bruce
Wayne was ever afraid of.
Superman's not afraid of him.
Neither am I.
You should be.
He spent the last 40 years
trying to kill Superman.
He tried to kill you, too.
He failed.
He's just a man.
He doesn't have superpowers.
Not all of us do.
Dick.
The whole reason we
came to Metropolis
was so that I could
meet one of my parents.
Okay, so it wasn't
the one that I wanted.
Am I supposed to
just ignore him?
Walk away?
No.
You deserve to
know your parents.
Everyone does.
It's just Lex Luthor never shows his
cards. We don't know what he wants.
Then maybe we should find out.
I mean, if he is up to something
isn't it better that we know?
The man's a psychopath.
I know. You won't get any
argument from me there, but...
ultimately, it's
not our decision.
It's Conner's.
I wanna meet him.
Okay.
I don't like it, but if it's
gonna happen, Kory's right.
We should get as much
information as we can first.
So, what do we do, call him
and ask for a quick chat?
That's not really my style.
Yeah.
Me neither.
Hmm.
Thank you.
Alpha two. I have
a breach Top level...
Hey, what do you
think you're doing?
Sorry to interrupt your meal.
I would have beamed a message
into your head, but...
this seemed like more fun.
Well, what a pleasure
to meet you, Starfire.
Or may I call you Koriand'r?
You can call me Kory...
Lex.
May I offer you some
Spaghetti Puttanesca?
Or perhaps a glass of wine?
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
I understand
there've been some...
changes on Tamaran.
Komand'r has now rightfully
taken the throne?
That's right.
And now,
she possesses
the power...
you've always thought
of as your own.
Yes, yes, but, you know,
it's for the best,
really.
She's...
She spent her whole
life feeling denied.
Overshadowed.
Less than.
But of course, you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?
We have much to discuss.
This way, please.
What a quaint
little place you have here.
Allow me to
show you around.
May I give you a tour?
So far nothing.
Just give her some time.
Welcome to the
Daily Planet archives.
Outsiders usually don't get
access to this kind of stuff,
but considering it's you
guys, I'll make an exception.
Thanks.
Every single issue dating back to
our very first day of publication,
November 2nd, 1775.
This is insane.
- How do you find anything?
- Ah, it's all cataloged.
Well, most of it.
We're digitizing
as fast as we can.
The Luthor section
is just down there.
According to Dick, Lex
Luthor never tips his hand.
So, we need to see
what cards he's showing
and then try to figure
out what he's holding.
Okay, so we'll need
everything you've got on him.
Everything? I mean, that could
take months to go through.
Don't worry.
He's a fast reader.
I mean, I believe you, but
still. Can we narrow it down?
I mean, we got a lot on the guy.
We got...
Felony arrests,
felony convictions,
capital crimes, crimes
on the high seas,
space-based crimes,
philanthropy.
Oh, definitely the pirate...
- Philanthropy.
- Philanthropy.
- Philanthropy.
- Okay.
Let's head to my office. We
can pull it up on the server.
Powerful, isn't it?
Gautier 1762.
I acquired this
bottle at auction.
It was found in the sealed-off compartment
underneath Jean Paul Marat's bathtub.
It tastes like it.
- To new friends.
- We'll see.
I have so many
questions for you.
So much I want to learn
about your planet,
history, your abilities.
I have a few questions
for you, too.
Why do you want to
meet with Conner?
Doesn't a father have a
right to meet his son?
A desire
doesn't equal a right.
It worked. Unbelievable.
The unbelievable thing about Bruce's
toys is never that they work.
It's what they do.
I got personal, medical,
financial, schedules, calendars.
Hell, I've even
got his Twitter account.
What do you want?
I want Conner to stay with me.
Here in Metropolis.
No, no. That's... that's
never gonna happen.
It might.
After all,
it is his decision.
He knows who you are.
- What you are.
- That's exactly the point.
He doesn't.
I wanna give him the benefit
of my knowledge and guidance.
And I want him to be
prepared to one day...
take over as
President of LexCorp.
You
know what I think?
I think what you really want
is to own the thing you created.
You consider Conner
your possession.
He is not.
He has compassion,
empathy,
moral intelligence.
All of which make him
far stronger than you.
In every way.
You want him to be
your personal weapon.
He will never be that.
Isn't that exactly...
how you're using him...
Richard?
Hasn't Bruce taught
you any other way?
I'd like you to meet
some friends of mine.
Remember, Richard,
this is me...
being gentle.
Tim, stay down.
Ninjas.
You good?
I hate ninjas.
More ninjas.
Okay.
I liked those men.
All I ask is six months.
If you believe you
know Conner's answer,
then you'll have no
problem conveying my offer.
I expect an answer tonight.
- Let's go.
- All right.
Here you go. The
Luthor Foundation.
"Just announced 18 months ago, Luthor
Foundation recently broke ground on
a dozen hospitals and schools."
Scholarships, research grants,
charities all over the world.
Funded at over a
billion dollars.
He seems serious.
There's one thing
I know about Lex.
He's always serious.
Where's Rachel?
Rachel.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
Gar...
I think something terrible
is about to happen.
I need to get out of here.
We should not have come
back to Metropolis.
Who is this guy?
He's in a lot of
these photographs.
Uh, I don't know.
I can't find his name anywhere.
Maybe he works for
the foundation.
Even bigger question.
Why does Luthor suddenly have a
charitable foundation, anyway?
Because he's dying.
What?
Lex Luthor has six
months to live.
What are you talking about?
He wants you to stay with him.
Learn how to run LexCorp.
Learn about him
while you still can.
How do you know all this?
Oh, I let one of these
loose in his penthouse.
It's a superbug from WayneTech.
It hacked into Lex's files
and revealed multiple
visits to medical clinics
all around the world.
This guy right here, his
name is Arthur Holmwood.
He's the world's leading
expert in kryptonite poisoning.
Luthor was diagnosed
two years ago.
And there's no cure.
This changes things.
It does.
We think Lex wants to use you
as a way of saving himself.
Holmwood created a
theory. It's called, um,
radical mass transfusions.
- Radical mass transfusions.
- It's blood, organs,
everything.
You're the closest
living genetic match.
Your body's obviously
stronger than his.
There might be a way he can
use it to fight his disease.
Okay. Uh...
A blood transfusion.
People get those
all the time, right?
If that's all he's asking...
Conner. You can't be serious.
Can we talk?
A dying man is like
a cornered animal.
That's when they're
most dangerous.
Listen, Conner, at the end
of the day, it's up to you.
But if my opinion
means anything,
I wouldn't get within
a mile of Lex Luthor.
I hear you.
But you're the one who told me
I deserved to know my parents.
Maybe he's a terrible person.
But I have to find
that out for myself.
And I have to know it
before I can know
what to do about it.
You don't owe him anything.
Maybe he owes me something.
Like what?
Answers.
Why was I created?
For what purpose?
I understand. Trust me.
But none of that matters to him.
His purpose is not yours.
I still need to find out.
I can't tell you what to do.
I can tell you this.
You're a part of our family.
And if you leave,
it's gonna hurt us.
I know.
I'm sorry, Dick.
But I have to do this.
I hate Lex Luthor.
Yeah, I hate him, too.
I know Conner needs to do this.
For his own personal growth.
I needed it, too.
It's a painful thing, not
knowing where you come from.
But people like Lex Luthor...
they only destroy things.
Like you said, it's
Conner's choice.
I just hope he
made the right one.
Mr. Luthor?
I'm Conner Kent.
You took his name.
I understand you came to
Metropolis at his invitation.
So?
How was it?
Meeting the great Man of Steel?
I didn't meet him.
He was... away.
Oh. That must have been
devastating for you.
Well, I hope I'm not too
much of a disappointment.
And I suppose you're...
- probably wondering exactly why...
- I'm not.
I'm not wondering why
you invited me here.
I don't care.
I'm here because of what I want.
Putting your own desires first.
Like father, like son.
I want you to know that I
don't consider you my father.
I see.
Are you dying?
Perhaps.
Were you hoping to
use me for a cure?
Splendid idea.
I already tried.
I have an ample supply
of the genetic material
it took to create you.
It follows that a treatment
might be found there...
Didn't work.
However,
I do owe you an apology.
For what?
For creating
you in my image.
If people found out,
they would see you as partly me.
Well, they love you now.
But all it would
take is one mistake.
And then...
they will see you differently.
I don't have to listen to this.
No, you don't. But you should.
Because I'm the only
person in the world
who can truly understand you.
The only one
who will never judge you
for being what you are.
How could I?
I created you.
Why?
Why did you create me?
Am I to assume
that your decision on
whether or not to stay
rests on my answer
to this question?
Very well.
I created you...
for one reason.
To see my dream of becoming
Superman come true.
Please understand, I
realized many years ago
that I, myself,
could never become
Superman, so...
I went about achieving my
personal dream the way men have
since the beginning of humanity.
I had a son.
My dream was that...
my child would succeed
where I had not.
To be...
both man and Superman.
Did I succeed?
Maybe you should tell me.
I see what
Superman has given you.
So does the world.
You show them with
your actions every day.
But what I have given you...
expresses itself...
more subtly.
And I admit,
it is pride and self-regard,
and what I'm sure
the television psychologists
would call "narcissism"
that has driven me
to want this meeting.
To want my time with you.
To give you some part of
myself and not just my DNA,
but my real actual thoughts.
My thesis.
Conner.
I don't want you to become me.
I've already done that.
What I want is for you...
with all your gifts...
to know me.
And with that knowledge,
choose for yourself,
what and who...
you will be.
Now I've answered
your questions,
please allow me the
only one I have.
Will you stay?
Yes.
I will.
Excellent.
I have something I
wanna share with you.
A project I've been working on.
The reason why death
may no longer be the foe
I once thought it to be.
But there's problems.
My partners may have...
even darker ideas than I do.
I may need your help.
Mr. Luthor?
Are you okay?
I actually hate tomatoes, Raven.
Gross.
You okay?
Lex!
Lex!
Rachel! Rachel!
Dick!
Rachel!
What happened?
Lex.
Lex.
Down! Down! Now!
Show me your hands!
Get away from him!
I said show me your hands!
Watch his eyes.
You see, Mr. Luthor...
someone...
always pays.