Season 4.5 Episode 13
Manchester, Winn, and Question were minding their own business on the road when a black man in a trenchcoat casually walked on the street right in front of them. Manchester attempted to put on the brakes but it would be too late.
The black man then phased through the van materializing in the back. "Holy fuck!" Manchester shouted as he tried to keep the van under control. "Pull the fuck over," Hank ordered Manchester with glowing red eyes.
Manchester took the van to a gas station and parked. "Just..hear me out," Manchester said.
"Shut the fuck up! You nearly destroyed Metropolis and got me killed," Hank yelled at him.
"It was the only way," Manchester excused.
"Bullshit, we could have taken her to STAR labs like we planned," Hank said angrily.
"You can't trust those fucks at STAR labs. They'll leak our position," Question said.
"This doesn't involve you...whoever you are," Hank said to him. "What if I hadn't gotten to Bombshell in time? Millions would have been killed including you."
"Well, fuck, mate. I guess I wouldn't have to worry about it then," Manchester said dismissively.
"Do you have no sense of morals or honor, Manchester?" Hank asked.
"I knew you would get the job done. I took a risk, yes, but it paid off. Bombshell is gone and no one got killed. That's a win in my book," Manchester argued.
"Bombshell had nothing to do with Fiona," Hank shot back.
"Bullshit she didn't. She's part of the Seven. They're all guilty and they're all going to pay," Manchester said.
"We can shut down the Seven without killing them," Hank said.
"How the fuck are we going to do that?" Manchester asked.
"We show the world how corrupt they are. What you're doing is just making them a martyr," Hank told them.
"Fine, we do it your way," Manchester sighed.
Hank then turned to Winn in the back. "And what's your excuse?"
At the CIA, Alex came into her office with her briefcase and a cup of coffee. "Morning, Deputy Director," Hank greeted as he looked over her files.
"You're not allowed to be here," Alex said annoyed. "What do you want this time?"
"I can stop the Supes from getting into the military," Hank offered.
"What makes you think I give a fuck?" Alex asked. "Personally, I can't wait to see them in Syria."
"Like Connor? You want something like that wearing the American flag in Syria?" Hank asked.
Alex glared at Hank as he touched a nerve. "What do you got for me?"
"We got some of the Harun-El liquid Lena has been using to create super-heroes. If she isn't stopped, she will create hundreds, thousands of these super-heroes all dependant on her like a bunch of drug addicts," Hank said.
"Where's Bombshell, huh?" Alex asked.
"She's gone," Hank said vaguely.
"Because you blew her up in the middle of the Pacific. I'm supposed to trust your judgment after that?" Alex asked incredulously.
"It wasn't my fault," Hank excused.
"You're the leader of these Boys. Everything is your fault," Alex said.
"If you put the Supes in the military, they will be unstoppable and unaccountable to anyone," Hank warned.
"Lucy is a good person, a damn good army officer. James is our friend," Alex reminded him.
"And James ran over a woman," Hank pointed out.
"And how many people do you think Kara has killed over the years? You got any idea? Or how many thousands died when Superman fought Zod in Metropolis? Shit happens," Alex argued.
"Corporations and the military should not mix," Hank said flatly.
"God forbid the department of defense makes a profit instead of another seven hundred billion dollars in pointless spending that does nothing for us," Alex argued.
"At least it's honest," Hank said. "I spent years undercover as Hank Henshaw never telling anyone of my real identity. I didn't care about the fame or the money. Superheroes should not be celebrities. It gets to their head. If we don't shut this down, Kara will and it will be ugly," Hank predicted.
"Where is Kara now?" Alex asked.
"Last time I saw her, she was still torching Latin America," Hank said.
"Is that the truth, Hank?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"Look, I got blown the fuck up. I took some days to recover so forgive me if I don't know exactly where she is," Hank excused.
"You give me some hard evidence of corruption, I'll brief the president on it. But you're putting in a position where I either fuck Lena or you. Don't make me regret this," Alex said to him.
Manchester, Question, and Winn hung out in China Town looking for a new lead. According to Donna Troy's information, Harun-El vials were being shipped around the country via the black market. "That guy's packing. We follow him," Questioned observed a man walking by them.
"About time," Manchester said impatiently.
"Shouldn't we wait for Hank?" Winn asked.
"No, we move now," Question said and then altered his face to look Asian. The three of them followed him into the back of a noodle shop. He opened a door and locked it behind him.
"We have to go in there," Winn realized.
"Don't be a pussy," Question lectured and then expertly got through the lock allowing them through. The three then went downstairs to the basement level in an elaborate dungeon. The three bypassed some guards playing cards and found a supply room.
"Check those boxes," Manchester whispered to the other two.
Question then discovered an Asian woman watching TV in a cell. She was staring ahead not even paying attention to them. "What's your deal?" Manchester asked him.
"She could have information we need," Question considered.
"We get the Harun-El, and we get out," Manchester objected.
Question opened the cell anyway. "God damn it. What the fuck?" Manchester asked dismayed.
Three guards with AK-47s then entered. "Don't free her," they shouted but it was already too late. The Asian woman immediately attacked the guards slamming one against the wall fatally, breaking another's neck, and punching a hole through the torso of another. The fourth guard, the one they had been trailing, stared at the Asian woman in horror and shot himself in the head before being killed by her.
"Fuck," Winn said freaked out.
The Asian women turned against the three. Before she could get to them, they locked themselves in the cell. The Asian woman tried to reach them but then decided to take off.
At Kelly's office, The Deep came by for a session. "I've really tried to talk to the guys...," Garth shook his head.
"About?" Kelly asked.
"Dolphins. In Japan, they slaughter twenty-thousand of them a year. They're intelligent animals with regional accents and a great sense of humor. They're hilarious and no one...gives a FUCK!" he exploded on her.
"Calm down," Kelly said to him.
"Then A-Train put a blow-up dolphin in my bead with lipstick on its blowhole. I mean, where's the respect?" Garth complained.
"I'm sorry, but you don't need their respect. You're respected by millions around the world. Your movie made over a billion dollars worldwide and no one expected it to be good," Kelly said.
"Yeah?" Garth smiled. "Still, I can't help thinking I'm the diversity hire."
"Garth, you're White. You can't be a diversity hire," Kelly corrected.
"I'm a joke," Garth said filled with self-pity.
"That's just not true. Where would that carnival cruise ship be without you?" Kelly asked him.
"Yeah, I know. I need to go in there with more confidence," Garth said reflectively.
"Who are you?" Kelly asked him rhetorically.
"I'm one of the Seven. I can set my mind to anything," Garth said more confident in himself.
"And what is that?" Kelly asked.
"I'm going to free dolphin," Garth grinned.
"Wait...what?" Kelly thought she misheard.
Brainiac 5 entered Lena's office. "You better not be giving me more bad news."
"On the contrary, an opportunity," Brainiac 5 said showing her a video screen of a jetliners flight plan between Metropolis and France. "It's currently hijacked by terrorists."
"How many others know about this?" Lena asked.
"A very few within the intelligence community," Brainiac 5 replied.
"Bring Lucy and Paula in here," Lena ordered.
Lucy and Paula walked with Lena around the halls of the building. "A source within NORAD tells me that the plane was hijacked seven minutes ago."
"How many hijackers?" Paula asked.
"Three that we know of," Lena told her.
"Jets scrambled to intercept?" Lucy asked.
"Yes, F-16s but you can get their quicker," Lena said and showed them a video screen of a map.
"Middle of the Atlantic," Lucy noted.
"We can't do military operations on American soil but this plane is in International waters. No one will protest," Lena said. "If you bring back those passengers alive, no congressman will have the balls to dare oppose our bill."
"Let's make it happened," Lucy smiled.
Winn took a timeout from being a domestic terrorist to go play bowling with Kara dressed in civilian clothes. "I suck at this game," Winn said as he got another gutter ball.
"I know," Kara said and then got another strike.
"You bowl often?" Winn asked impressed.
"No, I'm just great at everything," Kara smirked.
"So, we found this basement in China Town where Harun-El is being shipped. We got ourselves a needle with a sample in it," Winn told her.
"Good for you," Kara smiled condescendingly.
"You know, you could shake some trees yourself. All I want is the Harun-El," Winn said.
"Where is your sense of adventure?" Kara asked.
"I almost got killed by a wild Asian female," Winn said.
"Don't worry about her," Kara said dismissively.
"Why not? She killed three guys without breaking a sweat," Winn asked.
"It's one of Barney's probe droids collecting information by pretending to be a prisoner," Kara said.
"Oh," Winn said confused. "I'm going to throw one now."
Kara nodded and then laughed when he gutter-balled again. Kara put her beer down and came up to Winn. It's all in the arm," she said getting close to him.
Winn tried to pay attention as his once ex-girlfriend gave him bowling tips. He then rolled another one and knocked a few pins down. "Improvement," Kara smiled.
The two sat down again. "We're both married. What are we doing here?" Winn asked Kara.
"Just hanging out as friends, Winn. Is that a crime?" Kara asked.
"Thara, she's so perfect, so understanding," Winn said of her.
"I know, she's a total tool," Kara remarked.
"How do I get her to be less like that? How do I make her more like you?" Winn asked.
"A freak?" Kara smiled knowingly.
"Yeah," Winn said.
"When I first came to Earth, I was that perfect little angel. It took time to become the person I am today. Expose her to some weird shit: American music, movies, television, and Pornhub," Kara recommended.
"Right," Winn nodded.
"Then, when she's ready to reach the next level introduce her to some Japanese media," Kara said with a haunted expression on her face.
"Will that really work?" Winn asked skeptically.
"Kryptonians are known for being emotion-less Vulcans without any desire or sense of humor. But I believe deep down, there is a freak lurking deep inside Thara. You just have to uncage that beast," Kara said.
On an Air France airplane, Arab terrorists had taken over the plane. Three of them were threatening the passengers with boxcutter knives. A few passengers had already been cut up pretty badly. The emergency door then opened from the outside sucking one of the terrorists out of the plane. Paula as Dark Angel entered the plane and took hold of one of the terrorists by the neck, breaking it and then tossing him out of the plane. Paula then went for the other terrorist but red heat beams sliced into his heart killing him first. Lucy as Superwoman closed the emergency hatch behind her and the plane became pressurized once more.
"Alright, everyone, it's all over. Remain calm," Lucy said to the passengers. "We're all safe. We're all going to be fine."
The passengers then cheered the two members of the Seven. "No, you guys. You guys are the real heroes," Lucy said to them. "You guys are amazing, fantastic."
Paula ignored the spectacle and checked up on the cockpit which was locked. "Captain?" she asked through the door.
Lucy eyed the cabin and noticed a terrorist in the cockpit. "Well...shit," she realized.
Paula kicked the door open surprising the terrorist. "Stop!" Paula said to him as he put a gun to the pilot's head. The other pilot's throat had already been slashed.
"Easy there," Lucy said becoming serious."Take it easy. Just relax."
The terrorist fired into the pilot's head. The bullet went through his head and blasted out the windows. Instinctively, Lucy fired heat vision on the terrorist beheading him but damaging the plane's controls. The plane's autopilot disengaged and the plane started going down.
Paula went to the headset. "Radio is down," she said. "Can you fly a plane?"
"Even if I could, look at that," Lucy said at the damage.
"What do we do?" Paula asked.
"I'll go outside and fly the plane to land...like Superman," Lucy suggested.
"It's too risky. You put too much stress on the plane, it will tear it apart," Paula told her.
"I have to take the risk," Lucy said looking back at the passengers.
"Look, we're not supposed to be here. No one knows we're here. If the plane goes down without survivors, we're in the clear," Paula said.
"The black box is recording everything," Lucy pointed out.
Paula slammed her fist into the floor and ripped the black box out crushing it. "This black box?" she asked.
"There are over a hundred people on this plane," Lucy reminded her.
"We didn't kill them. The terrorists did," Paula argued.
"This is fucked up. I didn't join the Seven for this," Lucy said upset.
"The Seven will be shut down if they know how bad we fucked this up," Paula said.
"Maybe, I can save a couple of them," Lucy considered.
"And have them tell the press we left the others to fucking die?" Paula asked rhetorically. "Let's go. We're done here."
Paula stormed out of the cockpit towards the back of the plane while Lucy thought about what to do. Every part of her army training and legal career told her it was wrong to just abandon these people. But the consequences to the Seven would be grave if their failure was discovered. Lucy looked over the freaked out passengers looking at her with hopeful eyes.
"Alright, people, I'm going to go outside and lift the plane. I need you all in your seatbelts with your heads down. Can you do that for me?" Lucy asked them all.
The passengers nodded with them all buckled in. "Okay, don't worry about a thing. I got this," Lucy assured them all as she made her way to the back of the plane.
"We love you, Superwoman," one of the passengers cheered.
Lucy made her way to the back of the plane and punched out the door depressurizing the cabin. She then took Paula out of the plane and watched as the plane did a nosedive towards the French coast. The plane hit land and was blasted apart on impact killing all onboard.
"It had to be done," Paula said to Lucy.
"I know...just like this," Lucy said to her and then shot up high in the atmosphere towards space. Something in Lucy snapped more so than when James pissed her off. Paula struggled against Lucy's superior strength but to no avail. She slammed her sword down on Lucy's forehead only for it to shatter on impact. Lucy took Paula into space where she eventually suffocated and froze. Once Paula was dead, Lucy let Paula go back towards the Earth where she shattered upon hitting the water.
At the bowling alley, a commercial for a Christian religious rally was on the screen. Kara and Winn both eyed the ad with wonder as Starlight was the main attraction. "Really?" Winn smiled.
"I'm not really into converting the masses, but it looked like fun," Kara said.
"How do you reconcile Christianity, a religion only found on Earth, to be the one true faith of the universe?" Winn asked struggling with his own faith.
"How do you reconcile the fact that the most powerful person in the universe happens to be on this backwater planet? It's best not to question it too hard. If I'm right, we all get saved and go to heaven. If I'm wrong, then I have still united the planet under one code, one vision, and one world order," Kara said.
"I guess that makes sense," Winn said thoughtfully.
"A lot of people on Krypton thought Rao was a bunch of BS, but they kept the religious practices going in order to keep the population united and harmonious. The problem with this planet is that you all can't agree on what false god to believe in," Kara said and then threw a perfect strike.
"What if we abolished religion?" Winn wondered.
"Then something else will take its place like communism and that is not something I can abide. Can you abide it?" Kara asked.
"I guess not," Winn said.
"The real reason I'm going is for vindictive personal glory," Kara smiled and threw another strike.
"I really appreciate you not downplaying your abilities to stroke my ego. You're completely crushing me here," Winn said dryly.
"The only ego I ever stroke is my own," Kara assured him. "When we were dating for that very brief time, did it ever bother you that I was better than you in everything?"
"No, I was so whipped at the time that even a greeting from you would cause me to jizz my pants," Winn admitted.
"Hold that thought," Kara smiled and left to get another beer.
Winn then casually placed a device next to Kara's phone recording all of its data and turning it into a bug receiver.
That night, Garth drove like a maniac in a white van while playing the Spice Girls on high volume. He had just stolen a dolphin from Oceanland, a park where he was the main sponsor. Now, he was off to the ocean to take this dolphin back to his home. "Next stop, Atlantic Ocean," Garth told the dolphin.
"Okay, yeah, let's just focus on the escape first. We can worry about that other thing later," Garth told the talkative dolphin.
"I like you, too," Garth assured the dolphin. "But this is not the appropriate time."
Police cars sped up to Garth's van with one of them blocking his path. "No, I will not touch your dick!" Garth yelled at the dolphin. "Oh, shit," he realized the police car was in front of him. He put on the brakes hard. The pervy dolphin went through the window, over the cop car, and into the middle of a street. A cargo truck then ran the dolphin over splattering it.
"Well...shit," Garth realized he was in deep trouble.
Manchester, Question, and Hank went around looking for the Asian woman going through China Town and eventually the subway system. They eventually spotted her leaping onto the subway tracks and running off. A-Train sped down towards her, picked her up, and took her away in the opposite direction. The Asian woman went for his sunglasses to get to his eyes.
"Not my shades," James protested and then flung her off.
The Asian woman retreated away leaping back onto the platform. James sped over to her and backhanded her through a concrete wall and out the other side. He then took her head and slammed it repeatedly against the concrete wall. As he did, her facial hologram went off-and-on.
"The fuck?" James wondered.
Manchester, Question, and Hank came upon them. "Wait, she's fucked," Manchester told an eager Question.
"I still have questions for her," Question insisted.
"Is this what this is all about?" Manchester asked incredulously. "Your fucking questions?"
"What the fuck did you say to me?" Question growled.
"I got this," Hank volunteered. "Hey, A-Train over here!" he yelled.
Other subway passengers gave notice and started to crowd around. James stopped what he was doing as he was greeted by dozens of fans. "Oh, hi, guys," he said smiling.
The Asian women escaped down the subway with Manchester, Question, and Hank following. Hank sped towards the Asian woman, sank his arm into her chest, and pulled out her fuel cell deactivating her.
The next morning on the French coastline, rescue operators were in the ocean, going through the plane debris. Lucy was present staring ahead without emotion. "They didn't have to die," Lucy said softly.
"What was that?" a reporter with a camera crew rushed over to her.
"I said, 'They didn't have to die,'" Lucy repeated. "I arrived three minutes after the plane went down. Why? Because we're not in the chain-of-command. NORAD called us after they had scrambled jets. If they let us in the military, this will never happen again. That is my promise to you. Call your congressman."
Lucy then addressed the emergency responders. "We will make sure this never happens to our great nation ever again! God Bless you. God Bless America," she said tearfully.
"We hear you, Superwoman," an emergency responder shouted.
"And I hear you, brother! The world will hear us! And soon those that did this will hear from all of us!" Lucy declared.