Stargirl

When the Justice Society first formed,

it was a scientist, The Ultra-Humanite.

With a little help from Dragon King.

But he escaped us by putting his brain

into the body of an actress named Dolores Winters.

What are you two idiots doing here?

Helping Cindy's the right thing to do.

Maybe The Thunderbolt could cure her.

Let's team up.

If they're looking for trouble,

they're gonna be sorry they got it.

At least you'll die together.

These are human remains.

I wanna wipe the slate clean.

I'm taking Icicle out the first chance I get.

Jordan says he wants to work together.

How can you be that naive?

I'm willing to help the JSA

take down The Ultra-Humanite.

It's time.

And the award for Best Actress goes to...

Dolores Winters for "Remembering to Forget."

- Thank you, Mr. Colman. - Congratulations, Ms. Winters.

I don't know how to express my gratitude.

I don't know how this even happened, really, but...

here it is in my hand.

It's heavier than I imagined.

As actors, we are called upon to lose ourselves in the role.

And I could not have dreamed for a better character

to become lost in.

Thank you. I love you all!

You did it. - Yes! Dolores!

What a triumph.

Mr. Standish?

Well, the party is long over. Everyone has gone home.

I think you should leave.

But I was hoping that... that maybe we could talk.

That's all.

I have a friend on their way. They'll be here any moment.

Oh, Dolores, I-I am madly in love with you.

You're drunk. Go home.

Oh, but like sees like, Dolores.

And... and when I look into your beautiful eyes,

I see an actor, always acting...

Even when the cameras aren't rolling.

I see a woman hiding,

pretending to be something she's not.

Uh, but I-I won't judge you, Dolores.

Please...

show me who you truly are.

Ohh...

You really saw me in here, didn't you?

That's unfortunate.

Ahh!

Aah!

You dropped your trophy.

Dr. Ito, you're late.

Who was that?

Someone who was getting too close...

Like the Justice Society is.

They picked up my trail again.

I need a new body.

Given the JSA and our inevitable confrontation,

I've been making a few improvements of my own.

Intent on earning your name, are you, Dragon King?

I could do the same for you.

No. I have another idea in mind.

An albino gorilla.

A body powerful enough to destroy the entire JSA,

after a few modifications, of course.

Hmm, an intriguing choice.

I'm almost jealous.

Yes.

Won't this be fun?

Hey.

I can't stop thinking about Artemis, how alone she is.

And Sylvester wanting to take the Staff

and... and bring in Icicle by himself?

There... there are so many things wrong with that idea.

Sylvester still thinks Icicle is his fight.

It's all our fight.

I don't care if Jordan says he wants peace.

He didn't kill the Crocks out of self-defense.

He needs to be stopped.

Yeah.

He left a note.

What's it say?

Said he had a few things to do. He'll be back soon.

We have to find him.

Hey.

What do you want, Mr. Pemberton?

Just, uh, seeing how you're holding up.

What are you planning here?

I'm going to kill Jordan Mahkent.

Look, I know that every fiber

of your being wants to find

that Nordic freak and smash

the smug look off his face.

But... there's a future

your parents wanted for you,

and it's not prison.

If you wanna honor your parents,

go to college and be the star

that they raised you to be.

So Jordan Mahkent just gets a pass?

Hell no. I'm gonna kill him for you.

Aah!

Rick's still not answering.

Shocker. Any news on that creature?

Not yet.

- Mr. Pemberton. - Are there any updates?

I've been tapping into the satellite feeds,

searching the woods around Blue Valley for The Ultra-Humanite.

But now that you burned down the barn,

I think he's taken shelter somewhere new.

My bad. Where's Rick?

Still not answering anyone's calls.

Where's Courtney?

Well, I didn't tell her we were meeting.

Wait. Why not?

Because she already knows the plan.

- What is the plan? - I'm gonna face Icicle myself.

- We should come with you. - No.

Jordan's stronger now. He's too dangerous.

With Cameron and his crazy grandparents,

Jordan won't be alone.

Yeah, he will. I dropped a bug

in the Mahkents' living room when Pat and I were there.

Cameron and his grandparents are going to a vigil tonight

for his art teacher.

Mr. Deisinger?

Yeah. Apparently, he's been missing for days.

Wait, what? What happened?

Well, with the Mahkents and The Ultra-Humanite

running around, nothing good, I'm guessing.

So Jordan Mahkent will be home alone tonight?

Yeah, until I show up for our little chat.

You're sure you don't want our help?

Actually, I do.

When the JSA died, they left family members behind.

Sandman has a nephew, The Atom, a son,

Green Lantern's kids, Jennie and her brother.

But there are other JSA members

whose bloodlines died that night...

Heroes like me who had no families

to pass their legacies on to,

Mr. Terrific, Dr. Fate,

The Spectre, Flash...

And others who shouldn't be forgotten.

So I'm asking both of you, when this is all over,

go find someone like yourself,

someone worthy of taking one of these mantles on for their own.

Keep my friends' legacies alive.

You're talking to us like

we're never gonna see you again.

Don't be silly.

I'll catch up with you guys later.

I'm not sure about this place.

What, are you kidding? This is awesome!

The ISA meeting room. Oh, check it out.

Okay.

So what... the ISA just sat around

looking at a painting of themselves?

Ugh, are we sure we wanna use this

for the Young All-Stars HQ?

I mean, it's pretty cold down here for a reptile.

No offense.

What exactly is happening to you?

We only wanna help, Cindy. We're a team now, aren't we?

And that's what teammates do.

My dad experimented on me my whole life.

He put metal shivs in my arms

and pumped me so full of chemicals,

my hair turned white.

I think my father did something else to me,

something that lay dormant

until I came back from the Shadowlands.

- Does it hurt? - Uh, yeah, sometimes.

You took The Gambler's laptop

because you were looking for your dad's hidden labs, right?

Yeah. And I searched through all the labs I could find,

hoping one might have answers on to how to reverse this.

Okay. I got an idea. I'm gonna wish that...

Wait! You madman!

Write it down first! Think it through!

- I know what I'm doing! - Jakeem...

Don't embarrass me in front of her!

Thunderbolt, I wish you would take me, Mike,

and Cindy to the labs that has what we're looking for.

Oh, no.

Cameron?

Hey.

Courtney still hasn't called or texted me back.

Whatever is going on, I know she cares about you.

Give her some time.

I don't think anything we say is gonna change her mind, Dad.

We have to prove your intentions are good...

somehow.

Your teacher, um, the one who's gone missing...

Mr. Deisinger.