Jupiter's Legacy

Hmm.

Ah…

Who did that?

I did.

Somebody's screwing with ya.

Check that thing's ass for a "made in China."

-No way that's me. Cheap knockoff. -How do you know?

'Cause I would've swallowed your baby boy whole

and shit him out in pieces.

Let's take those shackles off and find out.

Brandon.

He's not even close to being ready.

Maybe he never will be.

Shouldn't he be locked up for what he did to whatever the hell this is?

Put him back in Supermax.

Oh, I see how it is. Rules don't apply when it's your kid doing the killing?

Get him out of here.

Double standards don't look good on you, pal!

That's some screwed-up shit!

You think people ain't gonna notice? I got a fan club, asshole!

Jesus Christ, that guy's got a mouth on him.

He always has.

This one never said a word.

No, he didn't.

What do you think?

Clone? Parallel dimension? Some kind of a shapeshifter?

Whatever it is, we need answers.

Gonna need to cut him open to get them.

If Blackstar didn't escape, who did you fight in Nebraska?

We're investigating the situation.

- Lady Liberty! -Yes.

What steps are being taken to secure the Supermax?

There is no indication of a security breach.

Wherever the second Blackstar originated from,

it was not the Supermax.

-Yes? - There's been reports

of massive reprisals from several supervillain groups.

Is this something your team is aware of?

We're in contact with state and federal authorities.

If we find any indication of an ongoing threat--

Where's Paragon?

Paragon is in the process of an after-action debrief.

Does he have a statement?

Yes.

Paragon wishes to express his regret

that the life of a hostile combatant was lost,

regardless of the circumstances.

The latest option poll suggests 78% of Americans

support your son's execution of a supervillain.

Do you think your old-fashioned ideas of just tossing them in prison

-is becoming a threat to public safety? -The Union thinks--

If that's true, 78% of my fellow Americans need to think

about what kind of a country they wanna live in.

Lethal force without due process is not justice.

But how are you gonna protect us from supervillains?

Your grandpa saw that, he'd set off fireworks.

Brandon, I know it hasn't been easy being my son.

Growing up with the public constantly watching you,

looking up at you and wanting to tear you down

all in the same breath.

Brandon, what you did to Blackstar you can't take back.

Blackstar?

Everything you do is a reflection on this family.

We have to be the ideal. You have to be the ideal.

Chloe didn't even show up when Blackstar was tearing up Nebraska.

I'm not talking about Chloe.

She's drunk or high half the time,

and I'm the one not living up to your expectations?

-Don't talk about your sister like that. -Like what?

Like the way she talks about everyone else in this family?

-Yes. -

Stop lowering yourself every time somebody pisses you off. Be better.

My friends were dead.

I had to make a choice between Blackstar and you.

Dad!

I chose you, Dad.

And I'd choose you every time.

Wouldn't you do the same?

You're gonna be here long after I'm gone.

And one day, God willing, you're gonna be the Utopian…

and every evil you can imagine is gonna rise up against you,

against mankind,

and not for justice, for vengeance.

And in those moments,

the only thing that you will have to guide you is the Code.

It has to stand, Brandon, even if we fall.

So, what? I should've just let Blackstar slaughter us?

Killing is never the answer.

Why don't you tell that to my friends we're burying?

There's always another way to get the job done, Brandon. Always.

Except I can't shoot fire from my eyes, Dad.

Not yet, you can't.

Look, if what I say or do, it hurts you, I'm sorry.

But one day, you're gonna be stronger than anyone else in the world,

including me.

All right, Brandon.

Stay out here on the farm until things quiet down.

-Clear your head. -You're grounding me?

I'm not grounding you, Brandon.

No, Dad. This is bullshit.

Have you seen what the supervillains are doing?

Work the farm, stay out of sight.

No uniform, no patrol until I give the okay.

Do you understand?

-Do you understand? -Yes, sir.

It's not a punishment, Brandon. It's an opportunity. Use it.

We're up to our necks,

and you stop by the cleaners before coming in?

It's Dad's suit, for the funeral.

It's a closed casket, for Christ's sake. No one's gonna know.

Yeah, well, I'll know.

All right, let's see how we're wrapping Pop

for the big send-off.

The Kuppenheimer.

-He'll look good in that. -Yeah.

But let's change the tie.

No, he loved that tie.

He hated it.

He wore that tie all the time.

Yeah, 'cause you gave it to him.

That's his huckleberry, right there.

Went on the second your ass hit the door.

He told me this was his favorite tie.

Yeah, he said a lot of things, Shel.

Uh…

I spoke with the board.

They wanna shut it all down.

What? They can't do that.

Yeah, they can.

-We have to talk to them. - I've been talking to them, Shel.

Dad would never put our men…

-He's dead. -I don't care.

-We are not putting our guys… -

- -

- What? - Excuse us! Please.

-Can we have a minute? -Not a good time, Willie.

We've got something we think you ought to see.

What is it?

Shel?

They're saying Dad ripped off the workers.

Son of a bitch.

Where's G. Kennedy?

Where is he?

I wanna talk to the scumbag who wrote this garbage!

I'm the scumbag you're looking for, pal.

You're G. Kennedy?

I stutter? Who are you?

Lawyer, I'm guessing, by the suit.

"Chester Sampson gambled his workers' pensions on expansion

and lost it all in the market crash." How can you make up lies like this?

There's not a word in there that isn't the God's honest.

Everything is double-sourced,

-top to bottom. -Top to bottom.

So you can run back to whoever's trying to rattle me

at Sampson Steel,

and you can tell them that Grace Kennedy, she doesn't get rattled, ever.

My father would never do any of the things that you say here.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Oh, you're sorry for my loss? I guess my loss is your gain, right?

"The death of capitalism." That is one hell of a headline.

Well, guess what, you rotten little Marxists?

Capitalism made this building!

It made your homes, and it made your cars!

And my father made the steel

that built everything that makes this country the greatest in the world!

And what do you do, huh? What do you make? What do you… what do you contribute?

You lurk behind your ink and your newsprint,

wagging your little finger

while you drag a good man's name through the muck!

And he was a good man!

What have you built, huh? How are you helping America?

Your nose is bleeding.

You should be ashamed of yourself, all of you.

Thought you went home.

You all right?

Yeah.

Did you ever lose anybody back when you were a superhero?

No.

Were you afraid?

- -

Yeah.

Did you run?

No, of course not.

So you stayed, and you fought?

Yeah, I got a couple of hits in, but--

I'm not talking about fighting Blackstar.

I'm talking about fighting through the fear.

-It wasn't enough. - It never is.

-Petra, I know you don't-- -I'm not you.

I can't keep taking hits and just get back up.

I can't watch my friends die because of some asshole.