Jupiter's Legacy

Hey, you wanna watch where you're thrusting there, Travolta?

Travolta?

Wow! You're digging deep in the classics. I love it. I give you points for it.

We're giving points? Okay.

Uh, minus 20 for being a shit dancer.

Ooh!

Nick. Just so you know who you're insulting.

Hey, Nick.

I'm guessing you already know who I am.

Why? Are you somebody?

Come on, of course I know who you are. You're…

Like, everyone in the world knows who you are. Let me ask you something.

When did you decide to say screw it to being a hero?

What?

I mean, look at you. You're the daughter of the Utopian and Lady Liberty,

and you're doing your own thing. I mean, was it hard to turn your back on all that?

Why are you asking me that?

- 'Cause I wanna know. -

Sorry, it's just most people, they wanna talk about my mom or my dad.

Dudes especially have a real hard-on for my mom.

Yeah, well, I'm not trying to get into your mom's pants…

or your dad's.

Good to know.

Chloe? Chloe! Oh my God!

Janna, what are you doing here?

Are you kidding? I love this place.

-Hi! Janna. -Nick.

Hey, you guys gotta come over. We have a table.

Wait. You… you've got a table?

Well, Ruby did. We're celebrating. I got into the Union!

What? Congrats! That's awesome!

Yeah, I know how much you wanted that.

-You gotta come over and say hi. -No, no, no. It's okay. I…

Come on!

We got bottle service.

-Is she always like that? -Eleven is her lowest setting.

Wait. Janna? Like, is that Janna Croft, Ghost Beam?

You got a thing for capes and goofy names?

I thought she was your friend.

Yeah, when we were kids. I grew up. She didn't.

Wait. All right. New plan.

We're gonna drink all their shit and then take off without chipping in.

- -Ruby!

What are you doing?

The hall monitor's back.

Come on, guys. It's her night.

We're supposed to be setting an example, in and out of uniform.

Oh, you sound worse than my dad.

Well, look who it is.

-Hey, guys. I'm Nick. -This is Nick.

Hey, Nick. Ruby.

I know. Ruby, Jay, Austin, Kaitlyn. You… you guys are awesome.

Ah, shit! We've got a groupie.

I'd offer you some, but this is the last of it.

Oh, well, then you bitches are lucky I showed up.

Chloe, put that away!

Uh, can you relax for, like, five seconds?

What if a mine caves in or another Blackstar comes out of nowhere?

We could get the call anytime.

That's what the geriatrics are for, Sugar and Spice.

-Are you really gonna call me that? -That was her nickname in fifth grade.

So, you guys all go back that far?

Everybody's powers had already kicked in, and I was a late bloomer.

Chloe's the one that made sure no one messed with me until I got mine.

Those were the days, huh?

-Back when you actually gave a shit. -Ruby!

You got a bug up your ass, pull it out.

- Why weren't you at the funeral… -

…you know, the one for all of our friends?

Too busy showing your ass on some magazine cover?

Forget about the funeral.

Where were you when our friends were getting ripped apart?

What were you doing when I was getting my goddamn teeth knocked out?

Uh…

Not getting mine knocked out, like a complete fool.

Say that again, bitch.

Yo, Chloe… Whoa.

-Guys, we should just all calm down. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You wanna keep the rest of those teeth?

Hmm?

Back off, Sierra.

-Ooh! Oh, shit! -Guys, come on! We're all friends!

Chloe doesn't have any friends, because she's an asshole and a coward.

You got powers?

Yeah. I thought you knew.

I'm Nick. You know, Nick of Time?

Oh my God. That is so bad.

Yeah, well, I… I… I'm working on that name, but, uh…

Look, I can't hold this many people for long.

Why don't we take this party someplace else? What do you say?

Boring as shit, anyway.

John.

- Get in the car. - John…

Go on. Keep the little ones quiet.

You looking for a handout, we got none to give, mister.

You looking for more… I'm gonna take issue.

I'm not looking for trouble. I just wanna pass through.

That's the same story the last asshole spun me…

before he tried to part my hair the hard way

and help himself to my vehicle.

Use that thing to straighten him out?

You guessed right.

Now, state your purpose, or you get them feet working.

I'm not looking to do you or yours any wrong.

I'm just looking for directions if… if you can spare them.

I tell you what. You help me change this goddamn tire, I'll oblige best I can.

So, what you doing way out here… if you don't mind me asking?

Oh…

Like I said, I'm looking for directions.

You wouldn't happen to have seen…

this place?

What, a windmill?

Shit, you throw a rock with your eyes closed,

you're likely to hit one.

No. No, this windmill's got three blades missing.

-You see that? -No, can't say as I've seen it.

Emma?

You, uh… you recall seeing anything like this here?

Can't rightly say. Sorry, mister.

Uh, we came from the east, out of Missouri.

I mean, it might be further west, maybe.

- Or maybe it's all in your head. -

Maybe you really are crazy, like Walt's been saying.

You okay, mister?

Yeah.

You got a family back where you're from, a wife, kids you should be looking after?

Yeah, I got a… a brother.

I had a gal that I was, uh, supposed to marry,

but that was before things went sideways.

I don't mean to speak out of turn,

but, uh, maybe you ought to get back to 'em.

Folks like that, they provide a comfort.

Keep you upright,

you know, when all you want to do is…

is lay down, call the fight.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe.

Hmm.

Ectoplex? I mean, come on, what kind of name is that, right?

Sounds like something that goes wrong with your uterus.

She thinks she's better than me

'cause she wears a silly uniform like all the other flying sheep.

Yeah, Sierra's a bitch.

Don't let her get to you.

She ain't getting shit. You want a line?

Hell, yeah.

Ladies first.

You got a nice place.

Did you go?

-Where? -To the funeral?

I didn't know anybody. It didn't feel right.

Do you think I should have gone?

Look, pretending to give a shit is worse than not showing up.

Yeah, but, like…

they were my friends, or…

at least they used to be. Like, shouldn't… shouldn't I want to give a shit?

Chloe…

this is your life, you know?

And in it, you gotta do what feels right.

You do.

Not something other people just think you should be doing.

- -

Hello?

Where are you? You were supposed to be at the shoot an hour ago.

Shit! I'm sorry. Sorry. I'm… I'm… I'm on my way.

Hey! Hey! You gotta go.

What?

No. I wanna make you breakfast. I'm amazing with--

No, no. I'm late for work. Out.

- You don't have to tell me twice. -Yeah, I just did.

Hey, so, uh… what do you think about Speed Ramp for my new name?

Like the freeway?

No, that's an on-ramp. Uh…

What about Time Warp?

Why do you care about some stupid made-up name?