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- Look, I have seen
more than I care to.

I've done more than I care to.

- Have you found those
missing Sagitari yet?

- Everyone in that
explosion was killed

but I'm still picking up lots
of warm bodies behind there.

- General Zod,
you have betrayed your people.

You must be punished.

- No!

- If this is your rebellion,
I want no further part in it.

Zod has given us an ultimatum.

He demands we hand you over
or everyone on the moon dies.

You can't be a part
of this rebellion.

- I've tried so hard
to keep you from making

the tough choices.

I never wanted you to have
blood on your hands.

We don't have the numbers
to defend our base

and hold the base station.

- Brainiac is alive in me.

And gaining control.

- Take me to my ship and I will
imbue you with the power

to defeat General Zod.

- I promise you I will never
let anything happen

to you or Cor.

- Like the Els and the Zods
of the past,

when the houses of our family
work together,

we create greatness
that sustains Krypton.

- Scouts in the outlands
have pinpointed

Doomsday's location--
an icescape system

south of Kandor.

- I need a progress report
on this weapon.

- The hardware components
are complete.

Projectile with
Stellarium-powered

delivery system allowing for
unprecedented impact depth.

- Then I will test it
in the field.

My fellow Kryptonians,
I know the last broadcast

you watched was as painful
for you as it was for me.

Those terrorists on Wegthor
executed my mother

to send a message:
that we should all be afraid.

But when I looked out on
the proud citizens of Kandor,

I saw that message
was rejected.

For I did not see fear.

I saw courage.

For what is courage,
if not the strength to stare

defiantly into the face
of those who would have us

live in fear,
and not turn away?

True courage is the strength
to acknowledge the presence

of that fear...

And to overcome it.

And because of the strength
you all gave me,

all Kryptonians
can sleep easier tonight.

Yes, the mythical beast
of the outlands has been

brought to heel.

And soon so will the rebels
on Wegthor,

for they are about to face
a test of their courage,

because the first fleet
of our space-faring ships

is complete.

It is time for Krypton to take
its rightful place

in the universe,
not as the conquered,

but as conquerors.

- Seg, I know how much
you loved Lyta.

And I'm sorry for what you
must be feeling right now.

But when you're ready to talk,
I'm here to listen.

Wait, where are we going?

- An excellent question.

- I can't get into
that right now.

Please, just trust me.

- It's Brainiac, isn't it?

You can't tell me where
we're going

because he can hear everything.

- Not just what you say,
Seg-El,

but what you're thinking, too.

- It's too late.
He knows.

Nyssa, I need you
to listen to me.

The only way to make sure that
everyone's gonna be safe

is to get Brainiac out
of me for good.

But we cannot go anywhere
near his Skull Ship.

If Brainiac reconnects with
his quantum consciousness,

he'll be too powerful
for anyone to stop.

We--
- That's enough.

- Seg!

Seg?

- Fortress.

- Fortress?

Hold on.

I'll get us there.

- Hey.
Have we heard from Seg yet?

No.

- So we still don't know
if he knows about Lyta?

- Well, we have
to assume he does.

It was broadcast
all over Krypton.

I've been trying to reach him,
but there's been

no communication
with Krypton since...

Since we destroyed
the elevator base station.

But right now we've got
more immediate concerns.

- Hey, Kem.

Tagging along on
another mission, buddy?

- I'm leading the mission.

- You asked Kem to lead?
Why didn't you ask me?

- Have you been fighting
alongside the Sagitari

for the last six months?
- No, but--

- And do you possess a thorough
and intimate knowledge

of the various tunnel
systems on Wegthor?

- No, but--
- No.

- Listen, the only way
to gain experience is...

Through experience.

Can I just join?

- Ask Kem.
His mission.

His team.

- Hey.

- You really--you're gonna
make me say this out loud,

aren't you?

- Yeah.

- Can I please--
- Sorry?

- Can I please join
the mission?

- Of course you can join.

- Well, thank you.
- No, thank you.

You don't know how difficult
it's been trying to recruit

a squad for this.
- Why?

What's the mission?

- To locate and neutralize
those Sagitari

that Zod sent down the mines.

- That's not so bad.
- No.

- Assuming they're where
we last saw them.

- They're not.

- Really?
You think they moved?

You think they're
planning an attack.

- Well, I have no idea, Adam.

That's why we need to find them
before they find us.

Don't worry.
It'll be fun.

- Right.

- If you like cold,
cramped, dark spaces

and the very real possibility
that we will be exposed

to raw Stellarium deposits,
resulting

in severe radiation poisoning.

- What's that--that like,
the radiation poisoning?

- Well, I mean, it affects
everyone differently.

You know?

This one guy, that I--
that I saw,

diarrhea so bad that he shat
out his entire skeleton.

Can you believe that?

And he survived.

You know, sometimes at night,
when I close my eyes,

I can still smell it.

And the noises he made.

Anyway, gear up, Earthling.
We leave in 20, yeah?

- It's clear.

I guess Zod took whatever
he needed from here

before abandoning it.

- Up there.
- You don't look so good.

You should rest.
- We don't have time.

- Seg.
What a surprise.

How can I be of service?

- Brainiac.

He's inside of my body
and he's shutting me down.

- We need your help, Val.

- Come with me.
- Wait!

Wait.

I just wanna hold him
one last time.

Just in ca--

Just--

- Seg!

- I can't hold him off
any longer.

Seg?

- Seg!

- The hypersonic brainwave
pulse remains stable.

But turning him off
is not enough.

To weaponize him, I need--
- Complete control.

Yes.

To unlock the safe
of Doomsday's mind

via Somatic Reconditioning,
we first need to navigate

the calcification,
scar tissue,

and plaque encasing his skull

before we can even
reach his brain.

- You can hear it, right?
They're getting louder.

Closer.

The war isn't going to end
unless somebody does something.

- But why does it have
to be you?

- They said I'm
the only soldier

with the right mutation.

It's called the Vara gene,
apparently.

- How does a mutation
end the war?

- I don't know.

But if the Els believe
it can make a difference,

I have to do whatever
I can to help.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

- Who you are.
- It's who I am.

- They said you could
withdraw anytime

before the experiment's
commenced.

Now, have you thought about
what that means, Dax?

They wouldn't have that rule
unless they anticipated that--

- The subject would
be driven to abort.

- Don't call yourself that.

Don't ever call yourself
the subject.

You're my Dax.

- You're reading
too much into that.

They want decisiveness.

- And what shall
I tell our daughter?

- Tell her her father
is helping to build

a better tomorrow,

so that she may grow up on
a peaceful Krypton once more.

A Krypton that will never again
be marred in civil war.

Apologies,
but time is precious.

We must get started.

- End this war, love.

Then come home.

- I will.

I promise.

Good-bye, Enaj.

- Good-bye, Dax.

- So this is where you'd
like me to stand?

Here?

- No, that's quite all right,
Dax.

My name is Van-Zod.

I believe you've
already met Wedna-El.

We'll be taking you
through this process.

- Okay.

So, what do you need
me to do?

- You did everything you needed
to when you signed up, Dax.

You're a true hero.

But if we're going
to win this war,

you need to be more than that.

We need to make
you more than that.

- What do you mean, exactly?

- Your unique genetic makeup,
it makes it possible for us

to enhance your cellular
memory indefinitely.

By exposing your cells
to different vulnerabilities,

we will build up
your body's defenses

until you're invulnerable
to all lethal force.

- You want to make me
a superhero?

- Are you ready to be one, Dax?

- Let's do it.

- Trial one,
test one initiated.

- It's a mine entrance.

Fire Team One, scan it.

Set a proximity charge
when you double back.

Fire Team Two,
clear that pathway.

We've got your back.
- Yes, sir.

What?

What--what is it?
You--you're being strange.

Earning your namesake,
honestly.

- I mean, just, you know,
look at you.

I mean, six months ago
you were running a bar.

God, not even a good one.

I'm surprised you keep
the doors open.

- Okay, can I get an ETA on the
point you're trying to make?

- Okay, look, I'm trying to
give you a compliment, okay?

It's a little hard.
I'm proud of you.

You really stepped up, so--

- And you nearly stepped
on a landmine just now.

- Are you serious?
- No.

I'm not serious.

That was a lesson.

- We've detected activity
in the mine ahead.

Could be the Sagitari
we're looking for.

- All right.

Let's regroup
and recon some more.

- If we recon, we risk losing
the element of surprise.

We're heavily outnumbered here.

So if we engage now,
then we can--

- No, we stick to protocol.
That's it.

Now how about you show me
where they are?

- Okay.

- Is that what
we're looking for?

The Nanites?

- This may prove
more complicated

than I originally calculated.

- Of course it will.

What's the problem this time?

- The cluster rests
upon your brain stem.

- Well.

It was put there by an alien
called Brainiac, so...

Sounds about right to me.

Besides, we're not exactly
swimming in options here.

So let's get it done.

- Are you sure?

- We have to try.

- Seg, no!

- I am sorry, Seg-El,
but you know

I cannot allow you
to complete this procedure.

- It's not me.
It's Brainiac.

He's taking more control
of my body.

You're gonna have
to restrain me.

- We'll have
to do this manually.

- Okay.

Wait.

You're not saying that I
have to do this, are you?

Because that would be
a really bad idea.

Really bad.

- Have you used
a sonic scalpel?

- All the time.
- Excellent.

You'll need to--
- No, I'm being sarcastic.

Of course I've never used a--
whatever it is you call it.

- Sarcasm, I see.

Well, without prior experience,
it will certainly be

more challenging.
- No.

No, I'm not doing it.
I'm sorry.

There has to be another way.
- Nyssa.

Nyssa, look at me.

If there is anything for sure
that I know about you,

it's that you can do anything
you set your mind to.

Just believe in yourself...

The way I've always
believed in you.

And you're gonna be fine.

- Seg, that was
a lovely speech.

But that is not gonna help me
slice you open

and remove an alien parasite.
Be realistic.

- Realistic?

If I asked you
to go up to Wegthor

and double cross the leaders
of the resistance

and steal the codex from under
the nose of Jax-Ur

and bring it back to Krypton,
would you call that realistic?

What if I asked you
to go to House Zod,

walk in there unarmed,
take our child in your arms,

and jump out of a window
into a waiting skimmer

that's gonna take you
away to freedom?

Realistic or no?

I know you've been struggling
with who you really are.

What you're really capable of.

But if you could see the person
that I see when I look at you,

you'd never fear anything.

- How do you always know
the right thing to say?

Well, being raised
in the Rankless District

means you know how to talk
yourself out of trouble.

- Thank you, Seg,

for always believing in me.

Okay.

I can do this.

- Slice repeatedly
to go deep enough

beyond the muscle layers.

Just don't go too deep or we
risk permanent brain injury,

and-or paralysis.

- Hey, Nyssa, you just
remember what I said, okay?

You can do this.

And hey, if not,
it sounds like I'm gonna have

a catastrophic brain injury,
so I probably won't be able

to hold it against
you too much.

- More sarcasm.
Excellent.

- Shut up.

- Why is this taking so long?

- The scar tissue is so deep,
it makes mapping the brain

incredibly challenging.
Memory's difficult to locate.

- Probe deeper.

- Without giving
any recovery time,

we risk further damaging
Doomsday's ability to process.

- We are not doing this
so he can make speeches.

Probe deeper.

- Found something.

It's a memory sequence.

But it's pretty entangled.

It's registering
as very traumatic.

- Show me.

- Subject is deceased.

Time, 12:56.

- Test one, failed.

Administer resurrection
protocol.

- Initiative, trial one,
test two.

Subject is conscious and alert.

- Wh--what did you do to me?

- Trial one,
test two initiated.

Test two successful.

Shall we move on?

Trial two, test one.

- Subject is deceased.
Time, 1:56.

- Administer resurrection
protocol.

- Pathogen level within
subject now critical.

- Subject is deceased.
Time, 5:34.

- Test 105 failed.

Administer resurrection pro--
- No.

- No what?
- No more.

This isn't right, Wedna.
You know it isn't.

- What are you talking about?
We're almost there.

- Look at him.
Look at what we've done to him.

What we've turned him into.
- We have to keep going, Van.

Our people are depending on us.

- Our people are fighting
this war without us.

We should be out
there with them,

alongside Jo-Mon and all
the other Els and Zods.

- They are being slaughtered
up there, Van!

The only chance we have
of protecting Argo City

from the Kandorians
is right here.

I know it goes against
what we both stand for.

But it's what must be done.

- I just wish there
was another way.

- There isn't.

Not this time.

Administer resurrection
protocol.

- Well done, Nyssa.
Place it in here.

The Nanites are microscopic.

Invisible to the naked eye.

And there they are.

Good.

We can now release Seg
from his restraints.

- Nice work.

- Are you okay?

- Thanks to you.

I mean it, Nyssa.

Thank you.

There is one more thing.
Cor.

- Ever since I've been back,
I've had Brainiac in here

and, um, I'd like to
hold my son for the first time

as the man I truly am.

I think it's time Cor
met his dad properly.

- Hello, my son.

Hello, my Cor-Vex.

- No, Seg.
I've been thinking.

I don't want our son
to carry the Vex name.

You were right about
what you said before.

I have been struggling
with who I am.

There's so much I've done
that I'm not proud of.

So much of who I am
or who I was

came from how I was raised
by my father.

The Vex name is forever tainted
by what he did

to the people of Kandor.

But what my father did to me...

I don't want that for him.

I don't want that for our son.

He shouldn't have to carry the
shameful history of House Vex.

That family line ends with me.

I want our son to be an El.

- Cor-El.

- If I might interject,

traditionally when adopting
the El family name,

it follows that your son should
also take the first name

of one of his ancestors.

Your great grandfather, Seg.
My father.

A humble man.

His achievements perhaps not
as grand as some of our more

esteemed ancestors.
They might have been.

But his focus was his family.

He was kindhearted.
A brilliant scientist.

And a wonderful father.

- It sounds perfect.

- Are you sure?

My son,

many years from now when they
tell the story of your life,

all of your accomplishments
and achievements,

they'll be telling the story...

Of Jor-El.

- Hey, what happened?
- The scanner died.

Must be the Stellarium
radiation.

- But you saw them?
The hostiles?

- I saw something, yeah.

- That's enough recon for me.
Let's get in there--

- No.

I'm going in alone.

- Um...

Okay, is the Stellarium
radiation playing

with your brain thoughts,
maybe?

- I don't think that
they're hostiles, Adam.

- Hey, can I just--

Hey so, like, maybe--
what if, right--

hypothetically speaking, your,
um, hunch on this is, you know,

absolutely without
a doubt 100% wrong?

- Yeah, well, thank you
for the confidence, Adam.

- Listen, as much
as I don't like her,

maybe she's right, okay?

You got a lot of lives
on your hands.

- Look, I know what's at stake!

I've been in this
situation before,

and I am not gonna let another
innocent person die

because of your lack of faith
or anyone else's lack of faith.

So please just for once
in your life listen to me

and stay put.

That's an order.

I'll be back.

Soon.

Probably.

- Right there.

More deep memories that--
according to the sensors--

are registering even stronger
than the prior set.

- Thank you.
You can leave us now.

You'll be summoned if needed.

It is a great honor to be
in the presence of the bravest

Kryptonian in history.

And the most misunderstood.

You sacrificed everything
for Krypton.

You are a hero.

In many ways,
we are like brothers,

protecting Mother Krypton
at all costs.

This is why we must
be alone in this moment.

Such a fine specimen.

Yet even the finest crafted
arrow is of little use

without a target.

You will fulfill your destiny
and protect Krypton.

- Initiative, trial 455,
test five.

- Where is he?
- We're perfecting him.

You have to understand.
We're this close.

- The war is over.

Jo-Mon has brought peace
to Krypton,

and yet you still keep
from me my husband.

- There will always be
another war.

As long as resources remain
too scarce to support

our city-states,

Krypton will never
be truly free.

Your husband, he is the key
to everything, Enaj.

The evolution of our species.

He is our path
to a better tomorrow.

- I don't care about tomorrow.
I want my husband right now.

- I can't let you do that.

Your husband is mere
trials away

from complete invulnerability.

And I plan on
carrying them out,

so if you're going to shoot me,
do it now.

Or let me get back to work.

Dax!
Dax, is--is that you?

Dax?
Dax!

Dax!

Let me in there!
- I can't!

It's too dangerous.
- Let me in there now!

- You don't understand!
He's not your husband anymore!

- What do you mean?

What did you do to him?

- I'm sorry, Enaj.

The Zods and the Els,
we--we failed you.

Dax, no!

Are you there?

Please!
I need you!

Please.

- Dax, what did they do to you?

- Enaj.

Enaj?

- What do you think?

- Have you got one
in Jor-El's size?

- What is it?
- Brainiac's Nanites.

The cluster.
It's gone.

- Shit.

- How long are we
going to wait?

- Till he comes back.

- He could be dying in there.

You want that
on your conscience?

You can sit here doing nothing.
I'm going in.

- No, you're not.

- Get out the way.

I don't take orders from you.

- No, you know what?
You don't.

Then again I'm not the one who
gave the order to stand down.

So stand down!

So I'm gonna ask you one time
to sit your insubordinate ass

down over there and wait
for your commander.

Shit.

- Get down on the ground!

- On the ground!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!
Put your weapon down.

These Sagitari have
all been exposed

to high levels of Stellarium.

They're too ill to get back
to their base

for medicine and food.

So everybody please
hand over your meals.

Quickly.
Come on.

What are you waiting for?

- You heard your commander.

Hand over your meals.

How did you know
that they needed help?

- I mean, I didn't fully,
but before the scanner

fritzed out I noticed that
their heat signature

was oddly dim,
and Stellarium mines don't

have that effect
on the readings.

But I--I just think growing up
in the Rankless District,

I know what hunger looks like,
so yeah.

Anyway, let's feed
these people.

- Kem.
You found them.

- Yeah, hiding in a mine
exposed to Stellarium.

Zod sent them there during
the negotiations for Lyta.

Told them to wait
for further commands,

but they never came.
He abandoned them.

Casualties?
- None.

Thanks to this guy.

- Okay, okay.
That's enough.

I mean, they needed help.

And they weren't getting it
from General Zod.

So I told them that
they could find it here.

- Indeed.
- Yeah.

- Well done, Kem.

- Hey, Val,
a little respect here.

- Well done, commander.

- Hey, sergeant, let's get
these folks to medical.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, um--Kem.

Just want to say
that I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
I know I rode you hard earlier.

- Yep, like goddamn Seabiscuit.

- What?
- Never mind.

Just keep going.

- You did well.

You know, in as far as not
getting yourself, me,

or any of my squad
horribly killed.

- It's not that hard
once you get the hang of it.

- Thanks for backing me up.

Sneeze brisket?
- That's not the--no.

- Was it?
Yeah, it's sneeze brisket.

- We scanned the fortress
three times now.

There's absolutely no trace
of Brainiac's Nanites within.

- Unless...

- Seg, what is it?

- Unless it's already found
its way into one of us.

- No.

No, how could it
do that so fast?

I would feel it, right?

- I don't know.
It's bio-digital.

You have its signature
from the refractor, right?

- Yes.

- Could you scan us for any
trace of digital parasite?

- Yes, I--I could.

- Start with Jor.

- There is no parasitic
presence detected

within Jor-El.

- Scan Nyssa.

- There is no parasitic
presence detected

within Nyssa-Vex.

- Then it has to be me.

- No.
You don't know that.

Run the scan.
- Nyssa.

- No, Seg, we've only
just got you back.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Seg, Nyssa's right.

We can't be sure until
we run the scan.

For all we know, Brainiacs
Nanites coul--coul--

What are you doing?

Scramble the skimmers.

I want them in the sky now!

- Had you taken me to my ship
per our arrangement,

all this could
have been avoided, Seg-El.

- We both know you want more
than the Skull Ship, Brainiac.

- Is that why you reneged
on our arrangement?

You thought I was going
to complete my acquisition

of Kandor City?
A logical assumption.

But my designs to preserve
Krypton have been amended.

They no longer involve
Kandor City at all.

- I don't believe you.

That is of no consequence.

I suggest you stand back.

There is no greater power

than the universe.

Come with me and discover it
in ways a Kryptonian

can only dream of.

- All that time inside my head
and you still don't understand

the first thing about me.

Let me spell it out for you.

I do not crave power
to destroy the way you do.

- It is you who fails
to understand me.

I seek only to preserve
the unique cultures that exist

within this universe,

saving them from
their own inevitably

self-destructive impulses.

- You can call it
what you want.

But you are a monster
who sees yourself as a god.

And I will never join you,
Brainiac.

- Your choice is as illogical
as it is unfortunate.

But you have earned
the right to make it.

Good-bye, Seg-El.

My directive is
as it always was--

to preserve the best
of Krypton.

I once believed
it was Kandor City.

Now I believe that the best of
Krypton lies within the blood

of the Els.

- No, no, Nyssa, no!
- No!

- They took him!

No, let me go!
You said this wouldn't happen!