All language subtitles for Stargirl.S02E03.Summer.School.Chapter.Three.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_Subtitles01.ENG

- Hey, Johnny, what are you
doing down here?

- Well, we finally get
everybody back together

to take on the ISA and...

they bench me.

- Yeah, well, Starman asked me
to stay behind, too,

to get the Rocket Racer
ready just--just in case.

- Life on the bench.

Doesn't feel good, does it,
Stripesy?

- Speaking honestly, it can be
a little rough on the old ego,

but I trust whatever Sylvester
thinks is best.

- Spoken like a loyal sidekick.

- Hey, nothing wrong
with being a sidekick.

- Yeah, but see,
that's the thing.

I'm not even that.

I'm the JSA charity case.

Heck, Pat, on paper,

Thunderbolt is more powerful
than Green Lantern,

Flash, all of 'em combined,

but in my hands,

it's nothing but another mess
for the JSA to clean up.

- Oh, hey,
how's a little eggnog sound?

It's my dad's old recipe.

It's got a little kick too.

- Ooh, I like a kick!

- They got Solomon Grundy.

- What?

You need backup? You got 'em.

- Sorry, Pat. Just Johnny.

- But, Wildcat,
I mean, you know,

we're talking about
the entire ISA now, right?

- Members only.
Sylvester insisted.

Hey!

You got a kid to look out for.

There's nothing more important.

Let's go.

- Okay, good luck.

- Thanks, Stripesy.

Hey, when I get back
we'll have that eggnog, okay?

- Hey, boys, it's Dugan.
There he is.

- Hey!
Oh, Dugan!

- Morning, Dugan.

- Devin, Lutz, Marky,

it's a little early,
don't you think?

Did you set your alarm
just to bully me?

- To get paid, paperboy.

- Ah, why do you need
the money, a brain transplant?

- All right, that's gonna
cost you extra, Dugan.

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

- Get 'em while it's hot!

- Ooh!
- You look great.

- Thank you!
- Ahh, I just love

the smell of bacon
in the morning, don't you?

Smells like...

Victory!

- Yeah, see, never count
your winnings

before you collect,
okay, Court?

- The Shade has no idea
who he's up against.

- First of all, he's obviously
very dangerous.

So I think you should
definitely bring S.T.R.I.P.E.

- Mom, we need
the element of surprise.

S.T.R.I.P.E.'s as subtle
as a tank.

- Doesn't he have, like,
a silent mode?

- That's a good idea.
- Silent mode? Seriously?

- Or--I don't know--
invisibility?

- Ugh, Mom, you're--
you're embarrassing yourself.

Let the professionals
figure it out.

- Okay, listen,
here's the deal.

No one's gonna make a move

until we have a plan that
everyone agrees with, okay?

- Okay.
- Hey, you doing JSA stuff?

- Yup.
- Ah, The Shade?

Who's this creep?

- Somebody's butt
we're gonna kick--

- Carefully.

We're gonna do it
very, very carefully,

and it's not something you need
to be worrying about, Mike.

- Yeah.

Yeah, whatever.

- Okay, Barb,
what can I get you?

- Toast and jam.
- Toast and jam.

Court, what would you like?

What? -

- I'm on my route right now.
Don't you hear the dog?

Okay, okay.
Another customer?

I got plenty, Mr. Bloomkiss.
Please just give it to Jakeem.

It'll be in better hands.

Okay. Okay, okay, fine, fine.

I'll take it.

What was it again?

210...

Come on.

- Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Yeah, thanks.

- Paperboy
and human punching bag.

Wish I was a superhero.

- What the heck?

Oh, shoot!

"So cool"?

Ah.
- Whoo-whee!

- Ah!

- Whoo-ooh!

Oh, yeah!

- What the heck are you?

- I'm your new best friend
and you don't even know it!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- What's going on?

- What's going on
is that you, Mike Dugan,

are now in control of me,

The Thunderbolt!

- The Thunderbolt?

- As in Johnny Thunder
and The Thunderbolt!

Of the Justice Society
of America!

You're so lucky.

- This belonged to the JSA?

- Yep! You said the magic word,

and now I'm back in action.

- Wait, so the magic words
are "so cool"?

- Word, singular.

It's pronounced "sowkewl"

in my native homeland
of Bahdnesia.

- Bahd-what?
- It's not on the map anymore.

Thanks for bringing it up.

Sowkewl means "set free

"the all-powerful force
upon the Earth

of the magical
and awe-inspiring Thunderbolt!"

It's also a synonym
for the sound on the chalkboard

that drives everyone crazy,
but I like that sound.

- So if I free the genie--

- Your wish is my command!

- So all the wishes I want?
- Yup!

- Start small.

I'm thirsty.
I wish I had some water.

- I meant in a glass.

you gotta be specific.

Oh, my gosh, you look so silly.

I love it when people do that.

Uh-oh!

Human, three o'clock.

- Morning.
Nothing like a good sweat

to start off the day, huh?

Wish I was dry.
Did you hear that?

Thanks.
- Well, you're welcome.

You're learning.
You're learning.

It's never a good thing
when other people see me.

Reactions range from
mild amusement to sheer panic.

Sent one guy to the ER.
Heart attack, yeah.

He recovered, I think.
I don't know. He was old.

He probably didn't have
much time anyway.

This is fun.
So what else can I do for you?

- I'm thinking.

Okay, I got it.

I wish I was taller.

What the hell? -

What? You're taller.
You gotta be--

- Specific. Yeah, okay.

I wish my body was taller.

- Uh-uh, sorry.

Can't wish
for the same thing twice.

And be happy about that
in this case.

Wishes about body
transformation never go well.

- Another rule?

- Well, yeah, there are a few.

Let me see
if I can remember them.

I mean, there are only--

Can't wish
for someone to die.

Can't wish someone back
from the dead.

That's important.
The last guy that tried--

- Okay, back to the point.

So you were a member
of the JSA and so was--

- Johnny Thunder,
my previous master.

And you are my new one.

- Super sowkewl.

- You're late, Rick.

- Sorry, I just had
to feed the dog.

- When'd you get a dog?

- Well, turns out,
the girl who cried wolf

was, uh, right after all.

- Of course I was right.

There's a wolf in Blue Valley.

He's called The Shade,

the last member
of the Injustice Society.

- The Shade worked with the ISA
in the past,

but he quit a while back.

I don't know
what he's up to now,

but he's going by the name
Richard Swift.

He's posing
as an antiques dealer

and he's basically
an antique himself.

There's photographic evidence
of him going back to the 1800s.

- So he's, like, really old?

- Pat thinks he doesn't age.
His powers--

- Are shadows.
His powers are shadows.

He can manipulate them
and travel through darkness.

- So why is he in Blue Valley?

To finish what the ISA started?

- I don't think so, Beth.

He had a falling-out with them

after he helped them
defeat the JSA, but...

I know he's bad news.

I watched him kill
Dr. Mid-Nite.

- Stripesy! Get out!

- The Shade killed
Dr. Mid-Nite?

So that means...

Dr. Mid-Nite's
the only one of the JSA

that we haven't
gotten justice for.

We need to.
- First things first,

we need to find out
where The Shade is hiding.

- All for that, but then what?

You can't punch
a shadow, Court.

- Pat?
- Yeah.

- How does one punch a shadow?

- Oh, well, yeah.

I mean, as long
as you're asking,

I did see Starman
incapacitate The Shade one time

using the staff.
- Yes!

- S-so--so we knock out
this shadowy freak.

And then what, Mr. Dugan?

- I don't know yet.

I don't know.

- Oh!

It's only me.
I hope I didn't scare you.

- Well, yeah, a little bit.
- Please forgive me.

- What are you doing here,
Mr. Swift?

- Yes, well, your colleague,
um, Charlotte?

She told me where you were,

looking into William Zarick's
collection, and I thought,

"Well, why don't we have a
little treasure hunt together?"

Won't that be thrilling?

- You're trespassing,
Mr. Swift.

- Perhaps.

But sometimes
breaking the rules can be fun.

- I was looking
into the inventory

just in case I heard from you.

- Oh, well, and here I am.

- Is there anything
in particular

you're looking for?

- Oh, I'll know it
when I see it.

Is, uh, this what
you're looking for?

I believe you dropped it.

- It's dead.

- Oh, well, that's modern
technology for you.

It lets you down
when you need it the most.

- Find something?

- Um...

Do you mind if I--
if I keep this?

It's--it's just an empty box.

- I don't really think
I can let you.

It's part
of the Zarick inventory.

- Oh, dear.

And there was I,

thinking we were getting on so famously.

- I really must insist.

- History teaches us
that all civilizations

eventually come to an end.

But now that we're global,
that changes.

We're connected.

We are one civilization,

vulnerable to extinction
as so many were before...

- Yolanda, you okay?

Headaches again?

- Mm-hmm.
- A disease?

Or an environmental
catastrophe?

- How are we gonna stop
The Shade once we find him?

- Pat's working on it.

- I don't wanna be
in another situation

like Brainwave, Court.
- Let's take a look

at some of the civilizations
that have managed...

- I can't do what I did again.

I won't.

- Courtney? Yolanda?

Care to answer?

- Um...

- I assume you were conferring
about the topic at hand.

In 1521,

why did the Aztec civilization
suddenly disappear?

- Uh...
- Well,

this conquistador named Cortés,

who sounds like a total jerk,
conquered the Aztecs,

so that was bad enough, right?

But at the same time,
the Europeans brought over

the super plague.

So between them both,

the Aztecs
didn't stand a chance.

RIP Aztecs.

- Correct, Courtney.

- We'll come up with a plan

that doesn't involve anything
remotely like that.

I promise.

- How did you know all of that?

- Turns out, if you actually
read the book,

history's not that hard.

- How much for those cookies?

- Ooh, what's our plan here?
- You will see.

- $5?

- I'm not paying $5
for a box of cookies.

- Look, Molly, you give us
three boxes of cookies

and we walk away.

- Why should I?

- Because we'll crush 'em
if you don't.

Now hand them over.

- Yeah, and none
of that shortbread stuff!

- Yeah!
- A little girl?

That's worse than usual.

- I'm not gonna give you
free cookies.

- Oh, you're not gonna give us
free cookies?

- Uh-huh, uh-huh!
- Come on, let's go!

Let's go!
- Mom!

- Thunderbolt,
I wish you'd make 'em stop.

- You got it!

- That's great.

Look at how freaked out
they are.

- Whoa!

- What is this?

- O-okay, that's--that's good.

You can stop now.

- Well, I can't until they do.

- Run!

- No, no, no. Aah!

- Run!

- Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

- Don't worry,
we're gonna figure this out.

Things are looking up
from here.

Mike?

- Guess who's the newest member

of the Justice Society
of America?

Me.

- You mean us! Ta-da!

Pleasure to meet you.

What's going on?

Sorry about the sign.

Tough crowd, right?

- I knew you took
the other stuff

from the JSA headquarters,

but you didn't tell me
you took the pen.

- I forgot about it!
- Okay, Court,

I told you it was dangerous.

Somebody could
have been killed.

- Well, you should've told me
everything about it

in the first place.

You know, been specific.

- You gotta be real specific
with the wishing,

let me tell you, pal.
- No, Mike. No more wishes.

- But, Mr. Dugan, if this genie
really grants wishes,

maybe he could fix the goggles?

- Or find The Shade?
- And stop him.

- Trust me, he'd just
cause more trouble.

- Me?

- No, not you, Mike,
The Thunderbolt.

He's not exactly a living
monkey's paw, but he's close.

- I think he can hear you.

Also, what's this got
to do with monkeys?

- Okay, give me the pen.

- No.
- Now!

- You're saying
I can't handle it.

- Nobody can.

I'm sorry, all right, Mike?
I really am.

It's just that The Thunderbolt,
he's too unpredictable.

- Give me that.

Thank you.

Hey!

- Ah!

Guess he likes hanging
with the boss.

- Call him out here right now.

I want to speak
to The Thunderbolt alone.

- Sowkewl.

- Still zipping around, I see.

- I can't believe
you built this!

If Starman had seen it,
I'm sure he would have

promoted you from sidekick
to, like, senior sidekick

or, you know,
he would have been happy!

- Yeah, well, it's not a toy.

- So there's
a new JSA now, huh?

- Yeah, but you know
how dangerous this life can be,

and even with power like yours,

Johnny died.

- I remember his smile
when he made that last wish

and then...he was gone.

- Yeah, so what was
his last wish?

- That I'd find a new friend.

- Mike? Why him?

- You know how it works.

I can only pick someone like me
to be partners with.

Someone who feels completely
and utterly alone.

- That's really how he feels?

- Right now? Yeah.

- Okay.

- Hey.

So did you guys
have a vote yet?

Am I in the JSA,
or do I have

to go through
some hazing first?

- There's no hazing.
- Oh. Great.

So I'm in, right?

- It's not up to me.

- Yeah, it is.
You're, like, the JSA's leader.

- But Pat's your dad.

That's veto power
I can't overrule.

- He told you no too.

Come on, Court, think about it.

All the bad guys
we'll be able to take down.

All the people
we'll be able to save.

You and me together,
brother and sister!

- That sounds great,
really, but--

- The Thunderbolt picked me.

So I'm like you.

I was meant to be a superhero.

It's my destiny.

Please, help me try?

- Pat,
we've come to a decision.

- Hey, this is not
a group discussion, okay?

- But Mike deserves
to be in the JSA.

- We voted.
- Just call me Mikey Thunder.

- Let me handle this.

Also, that's terrible.

Mike and The Thunderbolt
could find The Shade for us.

- We don't have
any leads on him, Pat.

- And the goggles
haven't found him.

- The Thunderbolt,
it's dangerous, Beth, okay?

- You didn't want me to use
the Cosmic Staff

for the same reason.
- You didn't want

any of us suiting up
at first.

- But together
we stopped the ISA.

And Mike helped.

He stopped Icicle,
if you remember.

- Yeah, I try to not
think about it.

- We need to find The Shade,
and Mike and The Thunderbolt

are our best chance
of doing that right now.

- She rests my case.

Okay, you can help us
locate The Shade.

That's it. Deal?

- My man.

- All right, knowing
how these wishes can backfire,

we gotta come up with one
that's bulletproof

and I need all of your help.

- No!

Okay, but--

- Yes!
- Okay, great, great, great.

- So...

in conclusion,

show us the location
of "The Shade,"

not to be confused
with a lamp or window shade,

but the last known member

of the Injustice Society
of America,

hiding somewhere
in Blue Valley, Nebraska,

68060, USA.

- Where is he?

- That's William Zarick's
old house.

- That's The Wizard, right?
- Yeah.

- Hey, you did it, Mike!
- Yeah, you did good.

- Thanks, Dad. Let's go!

- Whoa! Whoa!

You're staying here.
- What?

- Yeah, that was the deal,
remember?

You agreed to it.

And it's safer that way
for everyone.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, man.
Don't bench me now. I--

- I'm sorry, Mike,
that's just the way it is.

- Mike, you really did help us.

- Hey, you guard the Pit Stop.

That's an important job, right?

There's some, uh, pizza bites,
string cheese,

and some of those
juice boxes you like.

- Mikey Thunder,

riding the pine.

- Okay, so let's go over this
one more time.

what's the plan?
- Nothing fancy, Barb.

We go in, we locate The Shade.

Rick and Yolanda,
they restrain him

until Courtney
gets there with the Staff

and renders him unconscious,
just like Sylvester did.

- Okay. And then?

- Beth's located a suitable
device to negate his powers

until we can deliver him
to the proper authorities.

- Who are
the proper authorities?

And what device?

- Tanning bed, actually,

your old one
that's out in the garage.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

- What's Mike gonna do?
- He'll be down at the Pit Stop

waiting for the play-by-play.

It's gonna be fine.
Don't worry about us.

I'll call up and give you
a little heads-up.

- Okay.

- Approved?
- Yeah.

Um, your mother thinks
the plan is acceptable.

- Then let's go get this jerk.
- For Chuck.

- We'll restrain him,
then imprison him.

- With--with caution, right?
Okay?

- Okay, so what's the deal?

- Blue Valley declared this
a historic home

after the Zaricks...departed.

- It'll be historic once
I get my hands on The Shade.

- What does that even mean?
- I don't know. I'm amped.

- Hey, quiet!

Very quiet, all right?

- Oh, my.

Quite the assembly.

I hope I have enough biscuits.

Come, come. Do sit down.

The tea is nicely steeped.

It's perfect, in fact,
if I say so myself.

- We're not here for teatime,
Shade.

What are you doing
in Blue Valley?

- Pat Dugan.

It took me a moment
to place the name in the diner.

- By the way, I knew that was
a 1967 Jag, right?

You know that?

- Well, of course I do,
Stripesy.

Oh, I see.

Same sidekick,
different Star-Spangled Kid.

- Stargirl.

- Oh, absolutely.

Now, please sit.

We could do it the other way,
I suppose,

all bother and perspiration,

or we could try
the more genteel approach.

- You murdered Dr. Mid-Nite.

You don't deserve
the genteel approach!

- My dear young lady--

and I mean this
in the nicest possible way--

you don't know
what you're talking about.

Now, sit.

I implore you.

- All right, kids,
let's go ahead and have a seat.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you.

Try anything,
and I'll see how many teacups

I can shove down your throat.

- Don't you teach these
children any manners, Stripesy?

- So I'm just gonna ask you
again, Shade,

why are you here?

- We won't let you
hurt our town.

- And whyever would I do that?

- Because you were a member
of the Injustice Society.

- Our interests aligned
for a moment,

but birds of a feather
we were not.

Jordan Mahkent
and his merry band

were no friends of mine.

Icicle was a lunatic.

If there's one thing worse

than a man
who wants to rule the world,

it's a man
who wants to save it.

Though seeing the way
your generation's going,

I expect you'll
end humanity for good.

- Okay, just because
you gave up

and only looked out
for yourself

doesn't mean
we're ever going to.

We're never gonna stop fighting
to protect the world

from people like you.

- Just to reassure you,

I have no dark design
on Blue Valley.

Stay out of my way,

and I'll be gone
before you know it.

- Why are you here?

- Young lady,
I'm not being coy.

It's just better
that none of you know.

Now, please, try the tea.

- Thunderbolt,

I wish you'd zap the villain
known as "The Shade,"

not to be confused with a lamp
or window shade.

- As you wish, my friend.

Whoo-whee!

Ow! Ooh!

Ow! Aah!

- Mike!

Mike, Mike!

- I'll say it
for the last time.

Stay out of my way!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Hey, Mike.

You okay?

- No.

No, not really.

I thought I could help
you guys,

but, you know, I blew it.

- Do you ever feel bad
about what happened?

You know, with Icicle and all?

- Yeah, about that.

Truth is, I was hauling ass,
you know?

Look up, Icicle's in the middle
of the road icing up, and bam!

He was ice cubes
before I even knew it.

- It was an accident?

- Well, yeah.

Yeah, I guess it was.

I'm no hero.

- We looked for him everywhere.

He's gone.

- Okay...

I know I should've
listened, but--

- You didn't!

- I didn't either
in the beginning.

- Courtney.

- This is the beginning
for Mike, Mom,

with The Thunderbolt.

Even if Mike hadn't shown up,
The Shade was way ahead of us.

You saw, Pat.

- No.

No, I screwed up.

Thought this pen
was my ticket into the JSA,

but now I kind of just wish
it was in better hands.

- No!
- Thunderbolt?

- Jakeem, Mom wants you
to take out the trash.

- But I got a high score.

- On your one-player game?

Get some friends that aren't
Pac-Man and Luigi.

- Move your butt, Jakeem,
before I call your father!

- You know what Dad's
gonna say--

you're a loser!

- I am a loser.

- Yoo-hoo!

- What?

Where did you come from?

- Is Mike okay?
- He's okay.

Court's upstairs with him.

You know...

The Thunderbolt
told me that he chose Mike

because Mike felt so alone.

- I mean, that's on all of us
if it's true.

- Yeah, I mean,

the kid, he just wants to be
a part of the team,

and I get it.

- He is, though, pen or no pen.

I mean, we both are,

even though we don't have
costumes and code names.

I think I found something.

- What?
- Well, I was looking through

Zarick's inventory logs,

and the empty box Swift took,

it contained a diamond.

- A diamond?
- Yeah.

It said "costume jewelry"
on it.

Maybe a magic prop.
It was black.

- It was no prop, Barb.

That's the black diamond.

- What's the black diamond?

- It's something
very, very bad.

- Ugh!

It's still not working!

- It's okay.

We'll get Chuck back.

- No.

It's useless, Rick.

I'm never getting Chuck back,

and we lost
Dr. Mid-Nite's killer.

Everything's falling apart!

- What's going on?

Beth?

Hey, you can--you can
talk to me.

Pretend I'm Chuck.

- I think my parents
might be getting a divorce.

- What?

Did they say something?

- No.

I found some papers.
- Okay.

Well, papers are just papers.

You should talk to them.

I would talk to mine,
if I could.

- Hello?
- Chuck!

Chuck?

Chuck!

Chuck, I can hear you!

It's me! It's Beth!

- You have to listen.

Whoever you are,
you need to know...

- What?
- You're in danger.

Eclipso--

- Chuck?

- What was it?
What did Chuck say?

- He said we're in danger.

He said Eclipso is here.

- He's gonna kill
those children.

- Greg, move your head.