Stargirl (2020) s03e02 Episode Script

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The JSA isn't gonna work if you let
people like Cindy Burman on the team.
Whatever.
I am here to make amends.
That Kentucky-fried felon
is not to be trusted.
The Gambler shows up in Blue Valley,
and his gang a few miles outside of it?
We Crocks don't forgive,
and we don't forget.
- What do you want?
- To reform.
What exactly caused this
so-called change of heart?
Oh, I have a daughter.
You have no daughter
like you have no scruples.
You're not fooling anyone.
Go.
I didn't do it.
It's like su ♪
It's like su ♪
It's like su ♪
It's like sugar ♪
So sweet ♪
Good enough to eat ♪
Mm-mm-mm. Home sweet home.
When you feel the funky beat ♪
Get up on a-yo' feet ♪
Lucky number seven.
Whoa, what a state that I'm in ♪
Everybody here is dancing ♪
All I wanna do is get
ya body next to mine, yeah ♪
Baby, won't you step it to me? ♪
Let's get this started.
7-7-7.
It's like sugar ♪
So sweet ♪
- Good enough to eat ♪
- There you are.
When you feel the funky beat ♪
Get up on a-yo' feet ♪
Quack, quack, little friend.
I like it ♪
Like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, ooh,
it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like su ♪
Mm, perfection. Yes.
I like it, it's like sugar ♪
So sweet ♪
Good enough to eat ♪
When you feel the funky beat ♪
Get up on a-yo' feet ♪
Where are you, Becky?
It's payback time.
It's like sugar ♪
So sweet ♪
- Good enough to eat ♪
- Damn!
When you feel the funky beat ♪
Hmm
Get up on a-yo' feet ♪
Like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, ooh,
it's like sugar ♪
It's like sugar, it's like sugar ♪
It's like su ♪
It's like sugar ♪
So sweet ♪
Good enough to eat ♪
Someone murdered The Gambler.
Okay. Well, who'd have
the motive to do that?
Well, who'd ever met him.
Yeah, so who cares?
A man is dead, and
there's a killer out there.
Excuse me. Have you all lost your minds?
Cindy Burman did it.
She was standing over his body.
Okay. Yes, sure she was,
but Cindy told us
I didn't do it.
I came here
to see if The Gambler had any connection
to the lame robbery earlier.
Oh! Case dismissed, I guess.
Cindy went to investigate when she heard
the Gambler's old gang
was back together.
When she showed up,
she found the trailer destroyed
and The Gambler dead.
But you said she was holding a gun.
Cindy said she saw the gun,
and picked it up, and
It accidentally went off.
The Gambler wasn't shot.
The goggles couldn't find
a bullet wound anywhere.
That doesn't mean that
Cindy didn't kill him, Beth.
And whoever twisted
that trailer into a pretzel
had to be as strong as Solomon Grundy.
Grundy's dead.
You sure, kid?
I hate to be a broken record here,
but Cindy's strong.
Not that strong.
She is a walking science experiment.
Who knows what else she's done
to change herself, Court?
Dragon King changed her, and he's dead.
Yeah, because she killed him.
If you really thought she was innocent,
she would be here
at this meeting right now.
The Gambler's laptop was missing,
and he always has it with him.
I've been trying to track it.
It still hasn't come back online yet.
Cindy didn't have it.
We find the laptop
We find the killer.
Who I'm guessing was one of
The Gambler's former colleagues
from the Injustice Society
who you're hoping to reform.
We can't assume anything at this point.
Courtney, the fact is,
it wasn't until The Gambler
came back to Blue Valley
that he was murdered,
making the former villains all suspects,
including Cindy Burman.
"Dearest Becky, my darling daughter,
I write to you today
to apologize for years lost.
I wasn't there for your birth
or your birthdays.
I wasn't there for you.
I wish I could offer
more of an explanation
for my past errant ways
and the fact that it is
only now that I seek you out.
But alas, I have no excuse"
Walking on air, I stay in my zone ♪
So turn it up loud
and let me shine on ♪
Got a trick up my sleeve,
I let it slide out ♪
There ain't no holding me down ♪
Said they want it,
well, it's coming now ♪
I'm on my way ♪
I'm rolling ♪
Got everything you need
when I'm around ♪
Baby, just call my name ♪
I'm golden ♪
And at the count of three ♪
I'm tearing it down ♪
W-w-w-watch me move ♪
Just tell me the place and time ♪
'Cause, baby, baby, I can't lose ♪
Make it look like I never try ♪
Now shake it, shake it,
watch me move ♪
Okay.
Watch me move ♪
Ooh, I feel it ♪
Ooh, ooh, I feel it coming ♪
See what I can do
when they watch me move ♪
Hey, you're gonna be late for school
unless you get a move on, Court.
Court?
Hey. You okay?
I've read this a dozen times
since last night.
Read what?
The Gambler wrote a letter
to his daughter.
He didn't expect anyone
to see this except her.
I think he really was trying
to be better, Pat.
He wrote about his regrets,
how he wanted to know her.
You know what I would have
given to have my dad say
half the things in this letter to me?
Look, I know the others don't
care that The Gambler died,
but I do.
And after we find his killer,
I'm going to find Becky,
and I'm going to give her this letter.
Okay.
I think that's a great idea.
It sounds like a plan.
Sylvester wants to question
some of The Gambler's old colleagues.
So we'll see what we can find out
while you're at school, okay?
Let's hit it.
"Bizarre accident in
trailer park leaves one dead"?
The rest of Blue Valley
thinks it was a tornado.
This is the best thing
that could ever happen to us, Jakeem.
A man being murdered?
No, a murdering murderer being murdered.
A nation mourns.
Listen, if we can catch the killer,
everyone's gonna have
to take us seriously.
We're not detectives.
We are now.
Oh, I love "Columbo".
Have you ever seen the one
about the celebrity chef
and his twin brother?
Peter Falk has
this 8-minute cooking improv
that is simply brill!
Leonard Nimoy was a little over the top
for my taste, or was that Martin Landau?
I never know what you're talking about.
They look so much alike,
though, don't they?
I know Julie Newmar was in that one,
not to be confused with Julie Neumark.
Very different women.
- Barbara.
- Yeah.
- Did you hear?
- What?
Mr. Sharpe was found dead.
They said a freak tornado touched down
right on top of him.
Well, Blue Valley has been known
to have bizarre weather
from time to time,
like this summer's storms.
Perfect example.
Well, if you ask me,
serves Mr. Sharpe right.
God rest his soul.
Aw, you're three minutes late, Babs.
Oh, but you're not my boss, Tim.
Not yet.
Oh, and don't be late
to the park budget meeting.
I wouldn't want you to miss me
voting against your proposal, again.
Paula.
We didn't do it.
Are you talking about The Gambler?
Leaving the body there.
We would never be that sloppy.
Disposing of the corpse is 101.
Don't tell me about that.
We would never risk going back to prison
on some schmuck like Sharpe.
We're home with our daughter again.
That is everything.
Oh, speaking of Artemis,
I heard she did very well
with the JSA last night.
Did Courtney mention it?
No.
She will. Trust me, Barbara.
We have been doing everything
we can to fit in here.
I garden.
I smile at strangers.
I even applied to join
the Blue Valley Rotary Club.
And how is that working out?
They asked me to bake
a German chocolate cake.
I don't know why.
I can just buy one.
Well, it means more
if you make it yourself.
Why?
Because when you put your
personal time into something,
it makes it more special.
Why?
Because it shows you care.
Interesting.
Baking makes people think you care.
I mean, I do care.
Do you know how to bake?
No, not at all.
The official cause of death
was blunt force trauma.
From a tornado?
Grundy did not kill The Gambler.
Guys, I checked. He's still buried.
According to the autopsy report,
aside from all the bruises
and broken bones,
The Gambler also had a stab
wound right to the heart.
The coroner theorized it was
debris thrown by a tornado.
It wasn't a tornado. It was
You had a meeting last night without me?
Yes, but
Wait, is this another meeting?
Yeah, about The Gambler
who died from a stab wound,
you know, like a shiv.
Or a knife.
Or an arrow.
Look, I'm sorry
about the meeting, Cindy,
but considering the circumstances
The circumstances where you were
standing over a dead body.
Those circumstances were
completely circumstantial.
What does that even mean?
The Gambler's laptop is missing.
Whoever has it, that's who killed him.
And the sooner we find the laptop
and catch the killer together
the sooner we can all move on.
Sounds great.
My dear Maria,
Earl Grey himself could
not have brewed a finer cup.
- I'm so glad you're happy.
- Happy?
I'm absolutely delighted.
This is after only, what, 44 attempts?
The utter pinnacle of perfection.
Bravo.
At last.
Mmm!
We need to ask you some questions.
- If that's okay.
- And here I was,
wondering how my day
could possibly get any better.
We need to talk to you
about The Gambler.
Can I just get a
I need a little
It's not
ahh.
Thank you.
Comfy?
Where were you last night?
If you're referring to Sharpe,
I saw him yesterday,
though well before he died.
Where'd you see him?
If you lie to us, you'll regret it.
I saw him in this very booth.
We had a rather unpleasant exchange.
Later on, I thought better of it,
so I went to see him to say
I'm willing to let the past go.
And the past, to someone
like me, is everything.
I do say, I would be eternally grateful
if we could reset the backgammon board.
This is a time of new
beginnings for everyone.
Hold on, Hufflepuff.
You expect us to believe that?
I bet you said
I'm going to kill you.
No!
Oh, heavens.
Can you credit me
with a little subtlety?
Says the guy who wears a top hat.
If I was going to kill The Gambler
or you, for that matter
I'd say something
far more eloquent, like
"I'm gonna snuff out
your little glow stick,
and then you,
you big, ineffectual dolt".
Hey, Sylvester.
Hey, let's
This isn't over, Shade.
It never is.
Okay, guys.
Enjoy the coffee.
- Pat.
- Yeah?
- Move.
- Yeah.
Sorry about that.
Excuse me. Sorry.
- Hey, see ya.
- Maria, can I get a refill?
Hey, Sylvester.
What was that in there, huh?
You're the sidekick, okay?
I ask the questions. I take the lead.
Well, that that's not how
it's gonna work anymore, Sylvester.
What?
I know this town, okay?
And the bull-in-a-china-shop thing,
it ain't gonna get you very far.
We're talking about The Shade.
He's a murderer. He killed the JSA.
Okay. Well, I'm talking
about Blue Valley, all right?
It's a small town.
And you scared those people.
They're just in there trying
to enjoy a cheeseburger.
That's all.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
Thank you. You always steer
me in the right direction.
It's my job.
I gotta cool off, okay?
Thanks.
Excuse me, Ms. Woods?
- Hey.
- Hi.
W-w-what are you doing here?
Well, Pat just gave me
some great advice,
and I wanna pay it forward.
It's time to level up.
Like a video game.
Like "Frogger".
Yeah? Great. Let's go.
Um
Oh.
Cam, you okay?
I'm sorry, Paul.
I just need to take a break.
I thought training was
gonna wait until after school.
Well, that was before there
was a killer on the loose.
I want you to know everything
the Staff can do now,
in case they try and strike again.
Plus, I need to have some fun,
and so do you, right?
So first,
I need to see what you can already do.
Whoo!
Maybe you should teach me.
Your turn.
Huh.
I don't think we used
enough something,
or maybe we used too much
of, um, something else.
It does look different than the picture.
You know what? Third time's a charm.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Barb?
- Pat. Hi.
He is the real baker.
Courtney here?
No, she's at school.
Isn't she?
What was that?
I call it the Shooting Star.
Cool.
You wanna try it?
Hell yeah.
Dig your feet in.
All right, you are gonna
funnel your energy
the positive emotions that you exude
into the Staff.
Then, you're gonna amp it up.
And when you're ready,
slam the end of the Staff
down into the ground.
Okay?
Oh, and hold the hell on.
Okay.
You okay?
Yeah.
What were you thinking about?
Not screwing up in front of you.
This is not about me. It's about you.
You have to give yourself credit
for the hope you give
everyone around here.
And for the love you have
for your mom and Pat
and sometimes Mike.
And for the faith you have
in your friends.
Like you.
Yeah, throw that in there too.
Whoo-hoo!
Your dad said we should only
use the Thunderbolt in emergencies.
Will you please stop saying that?
Did you see the door
that we just walked through?
It says "men", not "boys".
You can check it on the way out.
That's the kind of attitude that leads
to toxic masculinity.
What the hell is that?
Okay.
Read this.
- What is it?
- It's the wish.
To find out who killed The Gambler.
I wrote it down already.
I went through, like, a dozen drafts.
It's foolproof.
This feels like cheating.
Look, just do it.
"I wish to know the name
of the killer of The Gambler,
also known as Mr. Steven Sharpe,
formerly the CFO of the American Dream"?
He was?
Keep going.
"And former member
of the Injustice Society of America.
Amen".
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yes!
Excellent question, Jakeem and Mike.
This is exactly why I spent
years studying calligraphy.
Boom! Exclamation point.
"The killer has many names".
- What the hell does that mean?
- Search me.
No, this is such a rip-off.
Wish for it again.
You know the rules. Mike, you can't
Can't wish for the
same thing twice, yeah.
So what do we do now?
We should probably get out of here
before someone sees
what you did to that wall.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Well, I screwed things up
with The Shade earlier.
And if we're ever gonna get
answers, I have to apologize,
even if he is a douchebag.
If you're here selling life insurance,
I'm sorry, but I have
no intention of dying, ever.
- Very funny. Funny.
- Yeah.
Oh, my dear girl,
how do you keep getting roped
into these witch hunts?
We are not here on a witch hunt.
Sylvester is here to apologize.
I came to make peace.
It doesn't clear you
from being a suspect,
but I was out of line at the diner.
Even if I did kill Sharpe,
why would I waste my time
on gaudy theatrics
and rip his trailer to pieces?
I'd have simply dragged him off
into the Shadow Lands.
Right, like Dr. McNider?
No.
I saved his life.
Maybe.
What about the others?
Jay Garrick?
Wesley Dodds?
They died heroes, fighting you.
Has Pat told you about your funeral yet?
They had rather an impressive ceremony
for the rest of
the Justice Society of America,
but for plain, old Sylvester Pemberton,
Pat Dugan was the only one there.
Nobody wants you back.
Nobody wants you here.
So do us all a favor.
Give her the Staff
And go.
Sylvester?
Stop!
You killed the JSA!
Stop!
Check with Maria at Richie's.
I was at the diner last night,
teaching her the art of tea brewing.
I dare say, Maria may now
be the finest tea maker
in the world, thanks to me.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry.
I had hoped to spend time
in Blue Valley,
but I'm afraid
you've made it intolerable.
- What a shame.
- Wait, please.
If you didn't do it,
you can help us find
Help you?
I have problems of my own to attend to.
I screwed up.
Court, what were you thinking?
I'm sorry.
Sylvester, come on.
Taking her out of school?
Attacking The Shade?
Look, I went to apologize, and
Things got out of hand.
Look, seeing The Shade at the diner,
at his house,
that took me back.
Shade was the one that told me
that the key to stopping Eclipso
was to kill Bruce Gordon.
I took that to the JSA,
and we killed a man in cold blood.
I'm not running away from that.
It's just
it all started with The Shade.
JSA broke up.
Got back together, still broken,
to take on the ISA.
Yeah, Shade, he played a role, but
It's not him I'm mad at.
It's me.
I killed the Justice Society.
Why did I get to come back?
Why am I here and not them?
I miss 'em.
I'm sorry.
I thought you'd fixed the hourglass.
I thought so too, but the timing's off.
I'm supposed to be Hourman.
One hour of super strength a day
every time I put this thing on.
But lately, it's been completely random.
48 minutes, and then 6,
and then 17.
I can't have my powers
drop out mid-fight,
especially if The Gambler's killer
is as strong as we think they are.
More problems, Rick?
I am sorry.
You don't look so good.
No, I'm afraid I ran into
something rather large,
and rather stupid.
What do you want?
I'm leaving Blue Valley, for now.
There are things I need
to attend to elsewhere.
And quite honestly,
this town is too small
for the vast egos of
Sylvester Pemberton and myself.
I just wanted to apologize
that I wasn't able to help you
with Grundy's return.
But don't give up.
Okay.
So what do I do with 'em now?
No, I'm the one who should apologize.
I dragged you into this.
Y-you were absolutely right
to go back to Courtney.
Hi.
Hey.
You okay?
I'm alive.
You know, you've already
taught me so much,
but Pat's taught me a lot too.
And the most important thing
he's ever taught me
is that my whole life can't
be about being Stargirl.
I need to be Courtney Whitmore too.
You really have a great life here.
And you can too.
A life outside of Starman.
A life as Sylvester Pemberton.
I don't even know who that guy is.
Well, Blue Valley helped me
find out who I am.
This place has been
a second chance for me.
It's been a second chance
for a lot of people,
and I really believe
it can be that for you too.
Maybe.
I don't think The Shade
killed The Gambler.
Yeah, me either.
So who else is there?
Every time I try and
paint now, it hurts.
I can't do it.
You're destined for greater
things than art, Cameron.
So much greater.
It's only a matter of time
before they find out.
I know.
Greg, move your head.
Mad Ghost!