Young Justice (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript

So this
is really goodbye.

I'm gonna
miss you, girl.

I can't thank you enough
for everything.

You were as much
a member of the teamas any of us.

Crashest. Ride. Ever.

- Are you okay, Gar?
- Yeah. I mean...

I'm sad,
but I want her to be happy.

Are you okay?

Not really.
It's very hard to lose her,

but I understand her decision
and I'll be fine eventually.

Yeah, that's right.



Baby's taking care
of our family now.

Theme music playing...

How did you
find me?

You know I do this
professionally, right?

So you're
arresting me again?

I should.
And someday, I might.

I still can't forgive
what you did to those two kids

on New Genesis.

But you're a Martian on Mars.

I don't have the authority
to arrest you here

for crimes committed off world.

A rematch, then?

I didn't come
to fight.

- I came to apologize.
- What?



When I went to Earth,
I never should have left you behind.

I'm truly sorry, M'comm.

My name's
not M'comm. It's Ma'alefa'ak.

Even... Even if
you can't forgive me,

it's not too late
to reconcile with our family.

What family?

As for our parents,
you can say goodbye to Mom

and tell Dad I'm sorry.

Good luck with the wedding.

C'eridy'all,
Goddess of life,

Bless this altar
and this canopy,

built with passion
and affection.

With thy power,
fill M'gann and Conner

with the light of Ma'ayava'ana.

The Light of Love.

You honor us with such
a beautiful blessing, S'yraa.

Thank you.

I am honored to be officiating
at your daughter's wedding tomorrow.

M'gann and Conner's love
is inspirational.

Ask her.

Is there something
I might help you with, Em'ree?

No. Or yes.

I'm a scientist-atheist.

I can't be asking
a priestess for advice.

Then perhaps
you could ask a friend.

It's M'gann.

Everything she said
about me yesterday was true.

I wasn't there
for her or our brother

because I was afraid
of what others might think.

What can I do?

How can I possibly
make it up to her?

Well, to start,
tell her you're sorry.

This place
is so crash!

Your party's gonna crush it!

Apologies.

I don't believe the psychic translation
is working properly.

He just wanted
to thank you

for inviting us
to your birthday celebration.

- Yeah, that.
- My pleasure.

I understand.
I hate birthday fuss, too.

The day before
we arrived on Mars,

M'gann threw a surprise
birthday party for me onboard Bio-Ship.

It makes her happy, but...

But maybe
that's not the problem?

No, it hurts
that I won't be

able to share this day
with my father.

Don't worry.
We'll bring the king's killer to justice.

- We promise...
- To do our best.

Thank you.
Now, if you'll excuse me,

I still have much to prepare
before tonight.

We have to go.

But you
psychically camouflaged us.

Miss Martian's coming.

We can't risk her recognizing
my psychic signature from the cave-in.

I still don't understand

how we're supposed
to complete our mission

if we can't stay close.

I'm really not sure.

But what choice do we have?

Come on.

So,
how did it go?

About as well
as I thought it would.

That bad, huh?

How are things here?

We need to get on
with the investigation.

Gar promised J'emm
we'd find answers for him.

And we still think
the King's death is connected

to the destruction
of the Zeta-Tube

in the M'arzz-Earth
Communications Satellite?

That's the theory.

We should do
an even more thorough review

of the intel J'emm provided.

Where can we go to do that?

We don't have
to go anywhere.

Here's what we know.

The king's body was found in
the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace.

I found traces
of a familiar residue.

I've seen something
like it before,

but can't quite place it.

I've tasted
multiple individual Martian traces

at the crime scene.

Then let's find out
who was in the palace that night.

Your Majesty,
I must insist.

We are better off
without the Earthers.

But my late husband
was very much in favor

of a M'arzz-Earth alliance.

Perhaps,
but given recent events,

it seemed clear
that even the King

would have changed his mind,
were he still alive.

Now you presume to
understand how my father thinks?

You go too far, R'ess E'dda.

These
are adult concerns.

I would not expect
a child to understand.

I am
Prince of the Realm.

Do not tell me what I do
and do not understand.

And do not put words
in the mind of my late father.

Your Majesty, surely
you will not allow this youth...

Your prince
has spoken, R'ess.

Nothing's
leaping out in the files

for the M'hontrss or Consuls
who were at the palace that day.

Nothing on the nobles,
priests and priestesses either.

Guys, guys, check
it out. I found a discrepancy.

According to this, seven servants
entered the palace that day,

but only six left.
The numbers don't add up.

This one.
She entered the palace,

but there's no record
of her leaving.

At least not through
any of the palace gates...

Making her
our lead suspect.

I hate to admit it,

but I was really hoping the killer
wouldn't turn out to be A'ashenn.

Maybe the M'hontrr at the
gate saw something when she entered.

No one came in
that night

except a couple
of A'ashenn servants.

Honestly, I didn't pay
much attention to them,

but feel free to review
my memories of the evening.

Got R'ohh K'arr's memory record
right here.

There. Another
servant entered with our suspect.

His name is Kar Ming.
Here's his interview.

I didn't see anything.
Nothing at all.

That's it?

That's his whole interview?

We need to talk
to this K'arr M'angg.

Wow.
Little cramped in here, huh?

Not that the B'lahdenns
or G'arrunns ever noticed.

Let's just find
our Martian.

According to his file, his
home should be right over here.

K'arr M'angg, I am...

I know who you are.

The niece of J'onn J'onzz
and the Outsiders of Earth.

The whole city's been
sending about you three.

Flattering, I guess.

We've been looking
into the King's murder.

- I had nothing to do...
- You're not a suspect.

We were wondering
if you could tell us anything

about the female
A'ashenn servant

that entered the palace
with you that night.

Oh, her.
She wasn't A'ashenn.

She wasn't?

She was a G'arrunn
posing as A'ashenn.

But how did
R'ohh K'arr not catch that?

You can't change color
without others realizing.

- Believe me, I know.
- Please.

It would never occur
to a G'arrunn

that another G'arrunn would
ever pretend to be A'ashenn.

R'ohh K'arr took
no notice of her.

He takes no notice
of any of us.

He hardly sees us as Martians.

Why didn't you
tell this to the M'hontrrs

after the king's death?

My kind knows better
than to trust M'hontrrs.

That is why I keep this.

There's a reminder
that if I tell the truth,

I would only be
making trouble for myself.

G'arrunns would never believe
a G'arrunn killed the king.

Then why tell us now?

Because she
is one of us.

There's
old king Ma'arrun!

And Queen Sykara!

All of our great leaders!

There's S'turnn!

- Prince J'emm!
- Best yet!

Come now, Jem.

This is a glorious day,

one that would have
made your father proud.

Please try to dispel the dark cloud
shadowing your face and mind.

I'll try, Mother.

Excuse me.

You have news? I can tell.

We have
a new lead suspect.

Show me.

We've discovered
that a G'arrunn female

entered the palace that night
posing as an A'ashenn servant.

I see.

Good work. Perhaps you could,

um, give me a moment
to absorb this.

Hello, Megan.

It was right there

- the whole time.
- What?

Zatanna's spells
always leave behind

microscopic magical residue

that looks slightly different
than, say, Doctor Fate's.

- Or Thirteen's.
- Residue? Gross.

Gar, focus.

Each magic-user's
residue is like a signature.

And Martian magic is basically a
signature in a different language.

That's why I didn't
recognize it before.

I'm sure of it now.

Ma'a.

Come on. We have to find J'emm.
I'll explain on the way.

S'yraa told me that she
and J'emm were together,

before the fact that they were from
different castes forced them apart.

S'yraa.

J'emm.

S'yraa said
she agreed to marry us

because she wanted
to bring about change.

I think she also wanted
to give us,

what she herself couldn't have

because King S'turnn
forbade it.

My father
always believed

that the prejudices separating
G'arrunn and A'ashenn

were ridiculous.

That there was no real
difference between the two races.

But...

I'll bet the king still
believed B'lahdenns were superior

to both A'ashenns
and G'arrunns.

He felt
the Royal Bloodline

had to remain
B'lahdenn and pure,

So S'turnn wouldn't
allow his son to marry a G'arrunn.

Which is why
you killed him.

J'emm, no,
it's not true.

You know, I'd never even been
to the palace.

You never brought me there.

Liar!
I definitely tasted her there.

And we've got
a match on her magic residue.

So it was you.

No. No, no, no.

No, I didn't mean to.

I... I...

Everyone, get back!

We've got to stop this

before she brings
the whole place down.

Prince J'emm,
get clear!

J'emm, please,
get out of the way!

No, S'yraa,
you must stop this.

- I can't!
- You'll have to.

Or you'll have to kill me.

Please,
I don't want to kill you.

I never wanted
to hurt you. I...

I still love you.

I simply do not
understand, S'yraa.

No matter his failings,
how could you murder my father?

I didn't mean to.

I only snuck
into the palace to talk.

I was sure if I opened
my mind to him,

and he read just
how much I loved his son,

he'd have a change of heart
and give us his blessing.

But he was so dismissive,
so contemptuous.

I was upset. And my power...

I never felt I had a calling,

but I did study
with the Sorcerer-Priesthood

to help me control my magic.

But when I fell in love
with you,

I neglected my studies.

And because of that, I couldn't
control my magic that night.

Thought became action,

and before I had time
to take it back...

Then I panicked and morphed,

sneaking out
through the plumbing.

After that, I knew
I could never be with you.

Even though the main obstacle
to our marriage was gone,

I knew we could never be

truly intimate
again psychically.

So I took the Y'ellonn,

knowing that Sorcerer-Priests and
Priestesses lead celibate, solitary lives.

I am deeply, deeply sorry.

She opened
her mind to us fully.

She was telling the truth.

It really was just an accident.

And the King's death
had nothing to do

with the destruction
of the Zeta-Tube

or the communication satellite.

We're sorry
it all turned out this way.

Not as sorry as I.

If I had just been braver,

if I had defied my father,
he would still be alive

and S'yraa and I
would be together.

And the M'hontrrs would not be
taking the woman I love off to prison.

Did you hear?

A priestess has been
arrested for the death of the King.

They say she used
to be G'arrunn.

It's a ma'al trick.
It has to be!

Only an A'ashenn
would dare kill the king.

No, it is true.

We have an open mind
confession of the crime

from the Priestess
who killed King S'turnn.

My fellow Martians.
Clearly, this is shocking news.

But there is a lesson
to be learned here.

Our king is dead because the
G'arrunn wanted the life of a B'lahdenn.

For just as there is much even
G'arrunns cannot aspire to,

there is much our A'ashenns
should not aspire to.

This is the reason
our caste system exists,

to preserve order.

It is the Martian way.

R'ess E'dda is right.

The system
is there for a reason.

It is
as it has always been.

It is
the Martian way!

Indeed!

This has been the Martian way,

but that does not make it
the right way,

does not mean it is the way
things ought to be.

Our caste system is responsible
for all of M'arzz's problems.

Just think, my people.

How preposterous is it

that among a race
of shape shifters,

the color of one's skin
defines one's worth?

It is long past time

for institutionalized tribalism
and scapegoating

to be eradicated.

The Martian way should be
a path toward empathy,

a path toward embracing
full equality for all Martians.

If we allow
our society, our culture

to hold on to old prejudices,

then we are all to blame
for my father's death.

Together, we must all find
a new way.

He forgets himself.

- Heresy!
- The Prince is right.

To dispose of caste...

We must
embrace this now!

Gotta give the Prince credit.

Guy knows how to make a speech.

Stay alert.
Don't forget why we're here.

My eyes are opening
to these words of common sense.

This dialogue will continue.
It must.

But enough about death today.

We're here to celebrate
the birth of my son,

your Prince J'emm,
son of S'turnn.

Conner,
M'gann and Gar?

I'll take you to them.

The Time Scanner!

- He's here.
- Hurry!

I'll mask our flight!

There's
someone below us.

I'm picking up the same
mind signature from the cave-in.

- Meaning?
- Trouble.

I know
I saw someone...

doing something with this.

What is it?

It's definitely
Apokoliptan tech.

It's a bomb.

I'm guessing we've only got
minutes before it blows.

It looks like there's some kind
of virus in the containers.

It tastes of M'comm.

You can
say goodbye to Mom

and tell Dad I'm sorry.

M'comm!
This was his plan.

That's why he did what he did
on New Genesis.

Trading favors with Apokolips
to get this this viral bomb?

My guess is it'll target and kill
all the G'arrunns in the arena.

Maybe the B'lahdenns as well
or worse!

We don't know
the explosive yield

or how far the virus
will spread.

You three need to
get out of here. You're all in danger.

- But I'm...
- You're biracial.

We don't know
how it will affect you or Gar.

He has your blood in his veins.

- I'll get rid of it.
- Great.

Except you haven't seen
the sun in a while.

Right now you're not
as tough as you think.

It has to be me.
I'm the only one who's immune.

There's a heat source below.
A lava flow, I think.

Should be hot enough
to fry the virus.

Now, go! Clear the area!

Be careful, Conner.

Always.

I don't see him.

Miss Martian's
blocking my telepathy.

I can't pinpoint any of them.

Attention, everyone.

You must evacuate
the arena, now!

J'emm?

M'hontrr,
get the Queen to safety!

At once, Prince J'emm.

No! Oh,
no, no, no, no, no.

- Conner!
- M'gann, wait! The virus!

He... He's fine.

He'll pop up any minute now.

The explosion
can't kill super...

I can't feel
his mind-touch.

I can't feel his mind-touch!

M'gann...

No.

Where are they?

Conner?

Down there!

Is...
Is the heat affecting him, too?

No. Kryptonite...
traces in the air.

We all must leave this place.

But Conner...

We all must
leave this place now!

Low oxygen on M'arzz.

Not enough solar energy
to recharge his cells.

A bomb laced with Kryptonite...

And that shadow of ash
on the wall...

Conner...
Please, please answer me.

Conner, please.

Please, please, please,
please, please, please, please.

I'm sorry. M'gann.

I'm so, so sorry.