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Supergirl... It was me.

I erased my own
brother from our minds.

You lied.

I think you know more
about the Jarrod story

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

You asked me

to be completely
myself with you.

I can only operate at 100%.

My brother now has
the power to incept.

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

The Q-waves somehow

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

She could see him, even
when he shapeshifted.

We need to get Kelly to safety.

You should leave tonight.

Take this.

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

If you need it, use it.

You cannot run, human.

I'm no human, brother.

What do you know of hurt?

When the ones you love
turn their back on you,

that's pain. But you'll see,

when you suffer the
way you made me suffer.

You can't touch me
without hurting yourself.

That's why he brought me.

We came prepared.

You can't incept any of us now.

Don't be so sure.

Agent Blake?

-J'onn, now.

-Hey, you okay?

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

You know, coming
here after dad died,

that's what saved me.

I don't know what
would've happened

if Aunt Vi hadn't taken us in.

I know.

My God, what
happened to this place?

Is that a prison?

That's definitely new.

Step forward, please.

Eyes straight ahead.

The Martian
protocol is in place.

At least Malefic
won't get in here.

Hey, Brainy.

What the hell happened?

Malefic should have not
been able to phase through

the Phantom Zone projector.

And our psychic
inhibitors, he fried them.

Malefic's brain is unlike
any other Green Martian.

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

That was our one
shot at tricking him.

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

We are not gonna
let that happen.

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

Something we're missing.

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

Uh, I don't know.

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

We can't afford
any more missteps.

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

- What?
- Alex.

That Verdex Blaster was
designed by Hank Henshaw

to kill Green Martians,
specifically me.

It's a last resort.

Hank Henshaw was
wrong about you,

but Malefic is exactly
the kind of Martian

that this blaster
was designed for.

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

Because if we had
had the Verdex Blaster,

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

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

Okay.

Okay.

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

so Malefic cannot
phase through it

while simultaneously recalibrating
the psychic inhibitor frequencies

all to distract myself
from my broken heart.

- Uh, what?
- What?

Nothing. Why?

What did you hear?

Maybe we should
call in Lena for backup.

Nia, what's up?

I was doing some
background on William,

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

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

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

And that article
Andrea cleared him

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

So I astral projected
and I followed him,

it was like something out
of a James Bond movie.

He got passed this
newspaper from some guy,

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

he's going to Mexico City.

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

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

and now he's going south
to meet someone named

Elena Torres.

I think she might
be his next target.

Good work.

- It was Nia?
- Yes.

Yes, she has another
lead on William.

Another possible
assassination attempt.

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

- then you should go.
- Are you sure?

- With Kelly?
- I'm sure.

Okay.

Wait, before... Before you go.

Did Nia ask about me?

- Oh, God.
- Not that I care.

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

Uh-huh.

I'll call Lena.

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

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

Lex's journals helped us
build the inception tuner

to implement
thoughts into the brain,

but the specific Q-wave
frequency is incorrect.

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

I may have an
expedited solution, Hope.

Alex has just asked
me to assist the DEO

in apprehending a
rogue Green Martian.

The brother of J'onn J'onzz?

Yes.

Apparently, he has
the ability to override

another person's
thoughts with his own.

Mind control.

Using Q-waves.

If we were able to
harness Malefic's abilities,

we could use them to determine
what frequency is needed

to implant thoughts
into the brain.

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

I doubt Supergirl or her
friends would approve.

No.

I don't think they would.

At least Aunt Vi's house
is the way I remember it.

- Malefic?
- Wait here.

Hey.

I saw some kids
running into the woods.

Were they stealing stuff?

I think they were
doing homework.

Why would anyone
want to kill her?

She was the lead accountant
for Obsidian Worldwide.

You mean, our parent company?

And William's.

Also, I tracked that license
plate number you sent me

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

Meet Sergio Ramos,

known player in
Intergang, Mexico City.

Are you saying that William is
involved with organized crime?

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

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

What she had on him.

I want to remind you again.

This is liable to
be quite painful.

Until we calibrate the
Phantom Zone projector

to lock onto a Martian
energy signature,

regardless of the
Martian's density,

so they can't phase through it.

I'm ready when you are.

Commencing phasing at 25%.

Sprock, sprock, sprock.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

What went wrong?

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

I'm almost done reinforcing
the psychic inhibitors,

so I can help
you, if you want it.

I heard the scream.
What happened?

- How, how...
- Brainy?

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

I'll figure it all out.

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

I'm prepping the blaster.

Alex.

Alex, please don't.

I don't...

I don't understand why
you are defending him.

He betrayed you and
all of the Green Martians

during the war. They were
slaughtered because of him.

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

Well, you have nothing
to be sorry about.

Okay? This isn't your fault.

It's mine.

It is killing me that
Kelly is in danger

because of me and
my job, and I am terrified

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

and I just keep
praying that she's safe.

I would never let
anything happen to her.

You can't. Promise that.

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

-But I won't,

not until that monster
is taken care of.

You do what you
need to do to feel safe.

But I'm not giving up on Brainy.

So much around here has changed.

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

Nelson Stewart?

Isn't that the reporter
you interned for?

Nelson taught me everything I
know about journalistic integrity.

Publisher? Yeah,
way to go, Nelson.

-That's what I'm talking about.

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

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

- He was stealing.
- Last time I checked,

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

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

I'm paying for it.

Now give him back the ravioli.

Thanks a lot, lady.

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

from before from the house.

Uh, yeah, so?

So, you have a name?

Simon Kirby.

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

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

I read the news,
CatCo. Guardian. Duh.

Uh, here's your food back.

- I'm gonna...
- Yeah.

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

She's an awful cook.

You know, you'd
be doing me a solid

if you came by and ate with us.

I broke into your house,

camped out in your living room,

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

Yeah. Misery loves company.

So...

What do you say?

Sorry. It was
open. Elena Torres?

Don't take this personally.

Hey, you really
could've hurt that lady.

Supergirl?

I wonder, do you
need to breathe?

Alex?

Agent Sloan,

Supergirl's bringing
a prisoner in,

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

Malefic.

You incepted someone to
bypass the Martian protocol.

- Put your gun down.
- You first.

That's better.

Now my brother's
friend is his enemy.

I tried grilling
her about William,

but she's not talking.

Any news on Malefic?

Nothing yet.

You sure you're okay?

I am, yeah, thanks.

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

Pizza will be ready in a few.

That was so cool,
what you did for me

at the store.

Anyone would've done the same.

No, nobody would've done it.

Nobody risks their neck
for anybody around here.

But you did. It was
badass and selfless.

Is it supposed to do that?

-You okay?

What happened?

Nothing, I just... Headache.

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

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

Oh, it's not that bad.

I like it burned.

Good thing.

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

Couple of months.

Sometimes we crash with friends,

sometimes we just
camp out in the woods.

Where are your parents?

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

five?

My mom got busted last winter

stealing a space heater
from the hardware store.

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

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

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

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

everyone's in on it.

They keep the prison full,

the prison keeps
their pockets lined.

How's nobody stood
up against them?

Called these guys out?

Like who?

Nobody's gonna speak
up and risk themselves.

Anyways, you can't
beat the system,

so what's the point?

There is a point, Simon.

You have to stand up
and fight against injustice.

Everyone's just out
for their own skin.

It's the way it is.

Not on my watch.

Sprock.

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

Let's go again.

Just give me a minute.

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

- I'm fine.
- No.

You're not, you
can barely stand.

And we need you at full strength

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

I will help Brainy,

so Alex doesn't have
to use the blaster.

Go clear your head.

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

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

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

What happened
to your little boxes?

Little boxes prevented me
from having a real relationship.

Unfortunately, my unboxed self

does not make a
particularly good boyfriend.

So I have been
analyzing myself for days,

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

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

But as a scientist,
you seem to be stuck

in an infinite loop, and
unless you can escape,

you're headed for a crash.

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

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

Asking for help?

Will you he...

Will you help...

me?

Yes.

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

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

Hey.

Somebody get me a photographer,

we got a celebrity
sighting here.

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

-Jimmy Olsen.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I hope you're not
looking for a job,

we can't afford you.

No, I've actually
come with a story.

So I met this local kid
who says his mom is

serving 10 years
for petty theft?

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

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

Yeah, people have
bad luck, I guess.

Bad luck?

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

It's, um, it's complicated.

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

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

Journalism's about
fighting for the little guy,

you taught me that.

It's your job to
point out corruption,

so what the hell's
going on here?

Things have changed
for some people.

Idealism doesn't feed a family.

And this whole power
of the press thing,

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

and a certain girl with a cape.

But around here, it
doesn't mean anything.

Standing up for what's right
always means something.

Nelson.

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

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

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

But if I call them out,

my advertisers,
they pull their money,

not only am I out of a job

but so are the 30
other people I employ.

Go back to National City.

I like to think of you there.

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

And I'm glad it was you.

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

said the morgue
had a discrepancy.

Elena's body was
burned beyond recognition,

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

it wasn't a match.

Apparently, the body
they pulled from the car

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

So they faked Elena's death?

Well, that sheds
new light on my news.

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

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

Someone's been
funneling money into it

for the past year, and
there are two names

listed on the ledger,
one is Elena's

and the other is anonymous.

Huh.

You think William?

Maybe.

Embezzlement,
is that what this is?

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

but it's encrypted.

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

Or I could ask
my friend to do it.

Are things still weird
between you guys?

He did seem a
little off this morning.

I was afraid this would happen.

I thought that if I was
just honest with Brainy,

it would help
solve our problems,

but it's only made things worse.

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

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

and now he won't
even talk to me.

Well, you know how Brainy is,

sometimes human emotions
just throw him for a loop.

I think he just needs time,

and to realize you're
not going anywhere.

Okay. So you get this back

to your friend, see if
she can unencrypt it.

I'm gonna get to the DEO.

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

on the Malefic front.

Copy that, boss.

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

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

Today's not a clear day.

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

You lied to all of us.

You put us in jeopardy,

so that you could
protect yourself.

Keep your secret safe.

That you mind-wiped
the existence

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

but I was so ashamed.

I confided in you how
this was tearing me apart.

How I thought that I was the one

putting Kelly in danger,
and you just stood there,

knowing that it wasn't my fault.

That it was yours.

You had me convinced
that Malefic was the monster,

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

He was some bad
guy that you created

coming after your
family, and again

you just stood there,

and you let us suffer
the consequences.

- I know.
- You may say

that you erased Malefic
to protect your family,

to protect Myr'nn.

Or you did it
because it was easier

- than helping him.
- No.

No, no.

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

-You are.

Alex.

Alex.

Yeah, okay, thanks.

-Hey, so...

The newspaper
might've been a bust,

but good news, the best
lawyer in National City

has decided to take
your mom's case.

For real?

Yeah, I wouldn't kid about that.

And don't worry about her fee.

- I'll cover it.
- Wow.

When do we meet her?

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

You mean, you won't be there?

Oh, no, no, I...

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

Right.

Of course, why would you?

This town is a hellhole.

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

It's cool.

I get it.

It's not your problem.

Thanks for the
help and the food.

- See you around.
- Hey.

Simon.

J'onn?

What is it?

Is it something about Malefic?

Synd'ar'k.

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

I asked Nia to use
her dream power

to help me find the
truth about my brother,

about the mind wipe.

That's when we discovered...

My brother wasn't born evil.

He had a problem.

And we...

ostracized him.

I wiped Malefic's
existence from our minds.

It was me.

I did this.

I failed my people
more than once.

I'm failing you.

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

I would've been dead last year,

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

Still...

Wiping him from our mind?

It's like I murdered
my own brother.

But you remember now.

You risked your own life

to find those memories,
and now you can find him

and make different choices.

It was so selfish of me to...

burden Nia with my secret,

and keep this from you and Alex.

But I'm glad Nia told her.

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

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

That was Malefic.

He incepted Alex.

I can't find Alex anywhere.

She turned off her
phone and her comms.

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

Reconfigured and recalibrated.

Supergirl, the Verdex
Blaster is missing

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

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

There is a way.

I could try and
find her psychically.

Malefic's mind is poisonous
to all Green Martians.

Melding with
Alex's incepted mind

would allow Malefic into yours.

It could hurt you.

All that matters
is finding Alex.

Alex.

Open your mind for me.

We are looking for you.

We need you to come home.

Please, Alex, answer me.

You did what you
could for him, James.

It wasn't enough.

I mean, when Simon says

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

I mean, this kid's got nobody.

Hey, you okay?

I'm having... visions.

I thought they were in my head,

but whatever
happened at Obsidian,

it didn't just allow
me to see Malefic.

I think I'm connected to him.

I think I can see what he sees.

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

We're not going
back to National City.

We came here to get
you away from Malefic.

James, when you put
on that Guardian suit,

do you think first?

Or do you see someone
in trouble and act?

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

We're going back now.

Damn it, Malefic, where is she?

J'onn.

Meet me at the planetarium.

Come alone.

Welcome to Mars,

home to one of the
greatest civilizations.

Wiped out by the
Great Martian civil war.

One Green Martian now
lives on Earth among us.

The Martian Manhunter.

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

And he's come
here to pay for it.

Alex, please.

Alex.

I know my brother's
making you do this.

And if you can
hear me, so can he.

I never should
have banished you.

I know that now.

I've lived on Earth
for over 300 years.

But I never really
found true peace.

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

You didn't betray us.

By aligning with
the White Martians,

we betrayed you.

We tried to fix you.

Change you.

When all along, we
should've accepted you.

I accept you now, brother.

- No!
- Yes.

You forced me to
look inside myself

and discover
memories I had erased.

You did it to try and punish me.

But...

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

It's not too late
for us, brother.

It's not... too...

-late.

-Oh, my God.

What have I done?

No!

On Mars, you had
nothing but cruelty for me.

Where did this love and
forgiveness come from?

From my family.

Family's supposed
to destroy you.

He was supposed
to come alone too.

This ends now, Malefic.

Tell that to my friends.

They've been incepted.

The shield matrix, J'onn.

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

What is that?

We are not going
to lose you again.

The roof.

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

Go. Kara, go.

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

Kelly, you shouldn't be here.

This is exactly where
I should be here.

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

A bomb. A hybrid of Tamaranean
and Pharoid technology.

It's synched to Alex's
molecular structure.

Supergirl, can you hear me?

Yeah.

When the dome fails,
you and Guardian

gather all of the
stolen weapons.

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

- J'onn.
- Do you trust me?

Yes.

Supergirl, now.

It's Malefic in the blue jacket.

So Malefic's back in
the Phantom Zone?

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

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

But I heard everything
that you said to him.

I just wish he
could've taken it in.

But maybe now that I remember,

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

How could you ever think
that I would say those things

or think those things about you?

I guess because I thought
those things about myself.

Well, I remember you
telling me once that

true character reveals
itself in times of hardship.

And I know who you really are.

We couldn't have
done it without you.

Please, I barely did anything.

What? You fixed the
inhibitors and the projector.

It did feel good.

You and me working
together as a team.

-Now that I know
who you actually are.

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

We have T-shirts
and a handshake.

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

It's a whole thing.

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

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

so I really should
get back to L-Corp.

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

Since Malefic is gone,

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

cuddles and Netflix?

Okay, yeah, I'm in.

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

Brainy, this is perfect.

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

and yet not succumb to
my more obsessive qualities.

Perhaps we could
work on it together?

I'm not going anywhere.

Dibs.

Did you just say "dibs"?

- I did.
- Well done.

Okay, here is to
always being together.

Cheers.

About that.

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

since I left CatCo.

Trying to figure
out what's next.

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

But I was driving myself
crazy trying to figure out

where to put those efforts.

And then my
extremely wise sister...

gave me some damn good advice.

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

and just be still

"and listen."

And finally I heard it.

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

it was this kid's voice,

this kid that we
met in Calvintown.

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

And he told me that

no one's there willing to help.

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

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

And just like that,

that's what I knew I had to do.

Look, I've been
fighting the good fight

from a fancy corner
office for years.

And in the streets of
National City as Guardian.

But I started off as
a guy with a camera.

A camera our dad gave me.

Among the people.

And that is where I need to be.

For now,

I'm going back to Calvintown.

-I'm going home.

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

who is willing
to fight for them.

I'm gonna buy the
Calvintown Gazette.

Wow.

Look, Andrea Rojas
may be able to stop me

from writing for a newspaper,

but she can't stop me
from publishing one.

That's amazing.

And what are we
gonna do without you?

One of the main reasons
I moved to National City

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

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

You never needed me.

Not then, and certainly not now.

Yeah, but we are
going to miss you.

So much.

My feelings are springing out,

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

Okay, try this box.

To James.

To James.

No.

To you guys.

I can't believe
James is really gone.

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

I know.

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

Yeah.

Kara?

What is it?

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

It's here.

In National City.

What?

How the hell did
you get in here?

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

forget what you just saw.

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

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

like you.

I work for The Timesin London,

I'm here undercover to
investigate Andrea Rojas.

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

Before you get mixed up in this.

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

'Cause I already know about
your offshore bank account,

the one you share
with Elena Torres.

I know you were in
Mexico City yesterday,

helping her fake her own death.

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

I know about
Dr. Jarrod, Dr. Stern,

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

and just try telling the truth?

Elena thought
they were onto her,

that they knew she
was talking to someone,

I needed to keep her safe.

And what about your
Intergang friend Sergio Ramos?

Sergio is Interpol, undercover.

He helped me get her out.

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

Because I haven't
found the proof yet.

Two years' worth of reporting

that suggests a criminal
conspiracy bigger than Al Capone,

but nothing that connects
the Rojases directly.

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

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

You have been a toxic
jerk since you got here.

How do I know you're
not just spinning this

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

Because that jerk was a lie.

An identity I put on to
keep everyone at CatCo

from wanting to get to know me.

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

Every time I was rude to you,

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

Now that you know,

at least I can be
honest with you.

At least maybe
you can forgive me.

I don't think that's
gonna happen.

I don't blame you.

I'd hate me too.

Giving you the cold shoulder.

Being hypercompetitive in
order to get closer to Andrea.

Criticizing your writing,

instead of telling you
what I really thought.

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

Your articles are
honest and smart.

I could never write
the way you write.

You have two Pulitzers.

It's not from the writing.

It's from the story.

I have craft, you have art.

Now promise me
you'll let this go.

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

You don't have
to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

I don't doubt that you can take care
of everything you set your mind to.

Wow.

Can't believe you came back.

That you bought the paper.

What can I say?

I like a challenge.

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

By the way, you know
how to work a camera?

Like, on my phone?

No, not like on your phone.

Like a real one.

My dad gave me this camera.

And now it's yours.

Thanks, Chief.

Don't call me chief.

It's Jimmy.

Where am I?

This is not the Phantom Zone.

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

But don't think
of this as a prison.

I'm not your enemy.

In fact, I think we
can help each other.