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Tonight, a 60 Minutes exclusive.

Ten years ago,
no one on Earth was aware

we were already
under the protection

of someone
calling himself Green Lantern.

Then, without warning,
he made himself known,

dramatically stopping a meteor
from devastating Victoria Falls.

Or, at least,
he made himself partially known.

Here now, we bring you
the first ever heart-to-heart

with a superhero.

Are you nervous?

I don't get nervous.

- Part of the job description.
- Of course.

Excited.

In that case, who are you?

I'm Hal Jordan.

Damn it, Marcus!

You're gonna
get us all in trouble.

Just watch the window!

So,
what do you want the world

to know about you?

I'm an Air Force veteran.

I'm a former test pilot.

And really...

just that I'm a regular person.

Like you.

Except that you're also

Earth's first Green Lantern.

There is that, too.

In many ways,

Hal Jordan was born for the role
he would eventually play.

His father
was a decorated test pilot

who died tragically in a crash
when Hal was just eight.

Hal continued to follow
in his father's footsteps...

Shit, shit, shit! He's home!

Damn it!
Come on, John, turn the TV off!

Well, I'm the only one here.

But we're like beat cops.

- Only each one of us...
- Turn it off!

...has a chunk of the galaxy.

And how are you
chosen for this chunk?

- Is there a test?
- John!

- Come on, turn the TV off!
- It's only one question.

We're so dead.

"Are you afraid?"

And you said no.

I did.

Every kid's worst fear
is losing a parent.

Once that happens...

there is nothing
to fear anymore.

So you gonna tell me
his real name?

Hal something.

Hal?

Yes, sir.

Outside. Now.

Are you afraid?

No, sir!

Let's go get a burger.

Shit.

I'm late.

Yes, sir.

You're not gonna say anything?

You sure you're not mad?

- No, sir.
- Me, I'd be pissed off.

Disappearing for two weeks,

no explanation,
show up hungover, and late.

Come on,
you gotta be a little angry.

No, sir.

Mildly perturbed?

No, sir.

How come it is
every time you say "sir,"

it sounds more
and more like, "Fuck you"?

I have no idea.

Sir.

You must be wondering
where I was?

- You ever heard of Pharon 4?
- Well, we're in training.

We haven't gone off-planet yet.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.
It's a shithole of a planet

that was on the verge
of civil war.

The point is, if I'm hungover,

it's only because
I was celebrating the new peace.

So, how'd you manage it?

A little bit of diplomacy,
a little punching,

you know the drill.

Actually, I don't, sir.
That's the point.

Well, you got all the time
in the world.

With all due respect,

we've been doing this, what,
two months?

And I haven't even
worn the ring yet.

Don't get hung up
on the jewelry, Junior.

You'll wear it
when it chooses you.

I thought the point was
that the Guardians chose me.

- That's all.
- The big blue bosses

may think that you're hot shit,

but you're just a fucking
substitute teacher, Junior.

You're not ready to get up
in front of the class

until the ring says you are.

Here.

You wanna take it?

Is that a test?

There's a taco stand up the road
about three miles.

I'll meet you there.

- Hello?
- Dad, he tried to kill me.

We was on our way
to a flying lesson, and he...

Jordan just tried
to fucking kill me.

He can't kill you.

He's just trying
to put you on tilt.

I'm not on fucking tilt.

Then he's testing you.

They're allowed
to have tantrums.

We're not. So breathe in,
button down, and bottle up.

You need to be cool.
Can you be cool, son?

- Yes, sir. I can be cool.
- Good.

- You want this, right?
- Of course, I want this.

Just stay the course

and this job is yours.

Yeah, well...

Shit.

Am I dead?

- What?
- You're wearing my ring.

Is that supposed to be funny?

Hey, did I do something
to piss you off?

'Cause if I did, I'm sorry.

You? Hal Jordan? Sorry?

That's right.

I must have a concussion.

Wait a sec. Wait a sec.

Let's start at the beginning.

Who are you
and why are you wearing my ring?

I'm John Stewart, your trainee.

Lanterns don't have trainees
from their own sector.

They do now.

What year is it?

2016.

Holy...

You want to tell me
what you think is going on?

I'm a backup
of Hal Jordan's consciousness,

combined with the sentience
of the ring,

I'm here
to give myself a message.

So you are Hal?

No. Yes. Mostly. Ish.

Well, it's like when
you store yourself in the cloud,

only every once in a while,

when you're needed
in the real world, you...

Lanterns, they're required
to be uploaded weekly,

for posterity's sake, in case
something happens to us.

I should have taught you this.

I thought I was training you.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

When were you last backed up?

Evidently, ten years ago.
Listen, I need to find myself.

- Where am I?
- Oh, you're three miles

up the street eating tacos.

Oh, good.
You can fly us there, then.

I... I haven't...

taught you how to fly yet,
have I?

I'll tell you what.

You tell me
what you want me to tell you.

Do I trust you?

I mean, you know, we, uh...

You know, we get along?

We get along great.

There's hail
in Rushville, Nebraska.

That's it?

Well, I'll know what I mean.

Hm.

Hey, it's Green Lantern!

- You're a legend, man.
- Thank you.

Yes, I want a selfie!

Let the man breathe!

It's not a petting zoo.

Come on.

I'll bring your food
to your table, Mr. Jordan.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

- All right, guys.
- Thanks very much. Thanks.

Um, um, I'm...

Do you think that my daughter
could maybe...

Absolutely. Come here. Come on. Come here.

There we go.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

- She misses the suit.
- I didn't say that.

Tell your mom I still wear it
on special occasions.

Yeah.

I could have fucking died.

You want me to train you,
I'm training you.

How'd you save yourself?

What'd you make with the ring?

Bubble wrap.

- Oh, you're a genius.
- Yeah.

Dessert's on the house.

Well, thank you very much.

Can I ask why only
on special occasions?

It's like when you're young
and eager

and you like to prove yourself,
so you wear a tie

so people
will take you seriously.

But when you get older
and wiser...

you realize ties
are a pain in the ass.

Ah.

- Good one.
- Hmm.

Yeah. Good one.

Give me my ring.

You sent yourself a message,
by the way.

- What are you talking about?
- The ring.

Your backup consciousness.

You were a lot nicer
ten years ago.

What did I say?

There's hail
in Rushville, Nebraska.

Pay the check.

Motherfucker.

Sorry, no one's allowed in.

Really? It seems like
the whole town's in there.

Oh, come on.
That's enough, don't you think?

John Stewart.

I'm with Hal Jordan.
We're partners.

I thought there was only
one Green Lantern.

Well, technically,
I'm in training.

Hmm, so like a sidekick?

Why don't you
just make the call?

Hey, boss.

There's another one.

You fucking kidding me?

Tell him to stay
on the fucking sidelines

with that other
fucking shithead.

Yes, ma'am.

What's the word?

Stay off the field.

You ditched me.

I was testing you,
seeing if you had it in you

to get yourself here
on your own.

You've been here six hours,

so why are they still processing
the scene?

Uh, emergency services
from two different counties.

They're interviewing witnesses,
escorting them out 10 at a time.

It's a decidedly
small-town pace.

I don't get it.
You flew all the way here

just to ride the bench.

The answer to that mystery
is heading right to you.

Hey, Sheriff, uh, uh...

Kane. It... Uh, John Stewart.

Kerry.

- John. Training under Hal.
- What an honor.

'Cause it was certainly
an honor to meet him

when he arrived.

- You don't have jurisdiction. - She's about
to tell you we don't have jurisdiction.

- You don't.
- I will.

I can't do this again.

Look, you're a big shot. Noted.
But your jurisdiction

only covers
extraterrestrial events.

This... This is pretty much
the definition of terrestrial.

These victims are going
to end up being aliens.

- Based on what?
- I have a feeling.

He has a feeling.

I have a very strong feeling.

Well, then, by all means,
the scene is yours.

Well, it seems kind of mellow
for a mass shooting,

don't you think?

They're in shock.

Or nobody knows the victims.

Does anybody seem extra upset
to you down there?

You see anybody standing
with the bodies?

Say it with me now.

Aliens.

Look, I know you think
you're helping,

but you need to trust me.

These people are my friends.
They're my neighbors.

They understand your job.
They know we're not alone.

There's a difference
between hearing that on CNN

and seeing it up close.

If it ends up being the case,
we'll deal with it.

But until then, I'm trying
to keep the scene calm.

So if you could do me a favor,
keep away from the news vans.

It was nice to meet you.

Now, if you'll both kindly stay
the fuck out of my way.

She's something incredible,
isn't she?

I think she hates your guts.

Yeah, but it's the way
she hates them.

So, what's going on here?

Well, if I'm not mistaken...

Why don't you tell me?

Looks to me like

Rushville scored
a game-winning field goal.

Kicking block
is still out there.

Fence is broken.

My guess is
home fans rushed the field.

This being a rivalry,

a few visitor fans
wander onto the field.

This being Nebraska,
more than a few are carrying.

You got four dead,
all in visitor sweatshirts.

And still none of this explains

why you think it has anything
to do with aliens.

You know,
I've been doing this job

since you were a baby.

I'm the only person
on this whole goddamn planet

that's ever done this job.

I say I got a fucking feeling,
I got a fucking feeling, Junior.

"There's hail
in Rushville, Nebraska."

You've been monitoring
this exact spot.

"Hail" obviously means aliens.

Christ, they even sound
the fucking same.

So we both know this is more
than just a feeling.

- Do we?
- Yeah, we do.

Here's all you need to know.

- Hmm.
- This is my job.

As long as I'm alive,
that ain't changing.

And I don't plan on dying
anytime soon,

so why don't you do yourself
a big favor

and take a nice long,
deep breath, Junior?

Fuck.

I think one of them
is still here.

Yeah, the one
in the short-sleeved shirt.

Been clocking him
since I got here,

trying to figure out
why he didn't bolt,

what he still wants here.

You told the sheriff?

Of course not.

But it's her crime scene.

That's how you'd play this
if you had the ring?

Yeah.

I respect the chain of command.

Well, by all means,
go respect it.

Would you excuse me?

Hey, shithead.

What part of stay the fuck away,
was confusing?

There's something
you need to see.

If you're about to tell me

about the redneck
in the short sleeves

who ditched
his only warm clothes

so we wouldn't put him
with the other victims,

I'm trying to make sure
he doesn't get spooked

and start shooting the place up
like his dead friends.

I just fucked up, didn't I?

I suspect you did.

Fuck.

You got him?

Sure.

- I need to interrogate him.
- Like fucking hell you do.

Hi.

- Yeah.
- You thirsty?

Howdy, fellas.

Hey, can I have another,
another, and another?

Sure thing.

Did you just use that ring
to counterfeit money?

No. I manifested money
with the power of my will.

Oh, wow.
But you couldn't manifest

something
for the guy I was chasing.

Got it.

This ring is a dangerous weapon.

When and if to use it,

that's the whole ball game,
Junior.

Tell me how you got it,
the ring.

You know how I got it.

Yeah, but I mean,
what I know can't be true, right?

Well, I got it
the old-fashioned way.

I sure as hell
didn't interview for it.

Oh, well, shit,
maybe you should have.

I mean, power like that,

shouldn't you have
to work for it,

excel, prove yourself,

instead of just
getting randomly selected?

Why do you give a shit
how I got my ring?

Because I think that's why
we're in goddamn Nebraska.

I was a couple years
into being a test pilot.

You know, middle of the night,

I'm sleeping off
about nine too many,

still had my boots and jeans on.

All of a sudden,
my room starts to vibrate.

I open my eyes,

and I'm in a big fucking bubble.

A big fucking green bubble.

This green bubble floats me up
out of bed.

Next thing I know,
there's a voice

running through my entire body,

bones, teeth, heart,
the whole deal.

And it says to me...

"Are you afraid?"

I say, "No.

I'm not afraid."

Wham!

Yanks me out the window
across the sky

like a fish getting reeled in.

Couple hundred miles
in about ten seconds.

I fly fighter jets.

I have an excellent sense
of airspeed and bearing.

That's how I know exactly

where that green bubble
set me down.

Nebraska.

Not more than 20 miles
from where we sit right now.

Which is middle
of fucking nowhere.

Thus, an excellent place
to crash a spaceship.

There he was.

Right in front of me.

The pilot.

Bonafide fucking alien.

Pink and bald, coughing up
glow-in-the-dark blood.

It was pretty fucking intense.

Hey, you think you're funny?

So Pinko starts talking.

And it comes out
all clicks and gurgles.

He's dying.

And he gives me his ring.
This ring.

And when I put it on,

I can understand
every fucking word he says.

"My name is Abin Sur,

responsible for maintaining
the peace and sovereignty

of Sector 2814.

And this responsibility
is now yours,

as the ring has chosen you
to be my successor."

Now, fuck, did I know
what sovereignty meant?

Hell no, I didn't.
And then he said two more words,

his last words.

And he kind of whispered 'em,

so I'm never really sure
whether he said "Good luck"

or "Ah, fuck."

Anyway, it turns out
Earth's way off grid,

out of their jurisdiction.
Galactic fucking backwater.

A human getting a ring,
isn't it a fucking fluke?

The big, blue bosses,
they'd never wanted any Lantern

coming near
our little shithole planet.

And that's why my gut
always told me

that crash was no accident.

When it says
there's a shitstorm en route,

I make sure there's a lookout

to tell me
when it's fucking coming.

The Halogram.

Halogram.
That's clever.

Hmm. Thank you.

Hm. It's not that clever.

Hey, Jordan! Ass-face!

You ignoring me?

So help me God, if that song
plays one more time,

I'm gonna put you
inside that fucking jukebox!

Hal,
I think he's talking to you.

Yeah, I hear him.

You want to fight?

You want to go to jail.

You want to go to jail
so you can talk to that guy

that Mrs. Sheriff
doesn't want you to talk to.

Not guy.

- Alien.
- This is a stupid plan.

- I've had stupider.
- That I do not doubt.

All right. Here we go.

Look, uh, it's gonna look

like they're really kicking
the shit out of me,

so you're gonna be tempted
to jump in,

but I need you
to stay right here.

Will do. You got it.

Thanks.

Hey, fellas.

Tell me something, would you?

What the fuck is your problem
with roller skates?

Look, pretty boy.
Show me what you got.

Oh, my.
You look like my sister.

God bless ya. Now what?

What the fuck
are you talking about?

You gonna say yes?

He didn't get down on one knee,
but a ring's a ring.

No, I don't think he wants me
to have this ring.

Ever.

- But he gave it to you.
- I reckon he's testing me.

Testing you how?

Who gives a shit?

Come on, bring it on.

What are you drinking, stranger?

Coke.

- Coke and what?
- Coke and Coke.

Don't tell me
you're a teetotaler.

No, I'm just...

I'm just on the job.

Being a space cop.

Who told you I was a space cop?

I mean, your partner is one.

Figured you are too.

Uh, he's not my partner.
I'm his trainee.

How many trainees does he have?

- Just me.
- Why'd he pick you?

He didn't. Our bosses did.

Space cops have bosses?

Come on, ev... everybody's
got bosses, you know?

So, once you're trained,

then you're an official
space cop too?

- Well, the way it works is...
- Mm-hmm.

...Earth has one Lantern.

So I'm just being trained

in case
anything happens to Jordan.

So you're the backup
quarterback.

I'm patient.

No, you're not.

All right, idiots.
Break it up!

- Get out!
- Do I gotta call your mom again?

Get out of here. Now!

Let's go.
Let's go, sweetness.

Get him out of here!

Yeah, yeah.

Nice talking to you, stranger.

I'm John.

Walk me to my truck, John?

You gonna give me a lecture?

No.

I'm gonna give you a light.

Because no comment
means no comment.

I'm not gonna talk
about an active investigation,

you know that.

Okay.

Good.

Tell Barb I said hey.

I take it you're here
to bail out your buddy?

Want some coffee?

I am,
and, um, no thank you.

He's in a bit of a mood

because I locked him
in our broom closet.

It's almost as if
he wanted to get arrested...

...so I'd throw him in jail next to the suspect

I told him he couldn't talk to.

I did tell him
it was a stupid plan.

You should have told him louder.

Well, listen, may I take
my stupid friend home?

Not until he's arraigned.

Really?

...and eight counts
of aggravated assault

and resisting arrest.

How does the defendant plead?

With all due respect,
Your Honor, come on.

"Come on"?

Look, I'm just trying
to question a suspect

in the course
of a very serious investigation,

- which I...
- Ah, an investigation.

Am I to understand, sir,

that you are
a law enforcement official?

And if so, could you kindly
state for the record

which agency you represent?

I'm Green Lantern.

I didn't ask who you were.

I asked which bureau
you are an agent of.

I'm Green Lantern,

and I'm an agent of...

the Green Lantern... s.

Look, I introduced myself
to Lady Justice back here

when I got to the crime scene,

and I deferred
to her jurisdiction.

Is that accurate, Sheriff?

Yeah, but the deference
was pretty cheeky, Your Honor.

You cheeky, Mr. Jordan?

Yeah, don't... don't answer that.

William Macon
for the defense, Your Honor.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Mr. Macon.

The defendant has chosen
to represent himself.

That's only because
he doesn't understand

he's being made an example of,
which, Your Honor,

is absurd given Mr. Jordan
is a hero.

Granted, he hasn't, uh,
formally retained my...

- You're hired. He's hired.
- Fantastic.

The defense enters a plea
of not guilty

and asks Your Honor
to set reasonable bail,

even understanding Mr. Jordan
is... technically a flight risk.

Because...

he can fly.

Who is this guy?

My husband.

I'm setting bail
at 100,000 dollars.

- Oh, come on.
- Two hundred thousand.

Now you know the price
of each "come on," Mr. Jordan.

- Shall we try another?
- No, that's understood.

And thank you, Your Honor.

My father will have the check
to your clerk by lunch.

All right, then.
Mr. Jordan, don't leave town.

We're adjourned.

- Uh, thanks for the save.
- Oh, truly an honor.

But I tend to find
that strangers who give me

a couple
hundred thousand dollars,

no strings attached,

usually turn out to be bad guys.

Uh, but there are
strings attached, Mr. Jordan.

My father would love
to have supper

with you this evening.
Um, he's a huge fan,

and someone I think
you'll find like-minded.

What are you doing, Billy?

Uh, I was just
inviting Mr. Jordan

up to the ranch tonight, honey.

They're married.

Course, they are.
Small town, everyone's related.

Oh.

I'd be offended if that wasn't
absolutely true.

Billy Macon, you must be John.

- Yes, sir.
- You like barbecue?

Junior here's a vegan.

He doesn't believe in anything
that causes enjoyment.

But we'd love to come to supper.

Yeah, well, only if it's okay
with the sheriff.

The more the merrier.

Hmm.

Militia?

Walks like a duck,
shoots an AR-15 like a duck,

blah, blah, blah, duck.

Evening.

- So glad you could make it.
- How you doing?

Uh, this is our boy, Noah.

All right.
How you doing, Noah?

Noah, this is Mr. Stewart
and Mr. Jordan.

Noah.

Offense or defense?

Wherever they need me, sir.

Team player. Good man.

Oh, sorry.
Uh, I got to take this.

Uh, Dad's waiting in the kitchen
for you gentlemen.

Noah, come with me
and help Grandma set up.

Hey.

Yeah.

Oh.

How about a beer?

God, yes.

Oh, here.

My father-in-law's
got paper on you

and you haven't even
met him yet.

He's not a man you want to owe.

Hm. Sounds like a woman in debt.

It's not too late.

You can just fly on home,

spare yourself the moment
not too long from now

when you wish
you'd never come to this place.

No.

Well...

Exciting enough Hal Jordan just
walked into my kitchen,

but with a bag of beer?

I'm truly blessed.

Least I can do. This is John.

John, Will Macon.

I'd shake, but my hands
are all gunky with meat.

Word on the street
is you don't partake.

Ordered you up some tofu steaks.

- Hope that'll do you.
- Oh, that's very kind.

I appreciate it.

And I appreciate
your service, sir.

Marine sniper.
Color me impressed.

- Oh, looked me up.
- Mm.

You didn't look me up?

Jesus.

Walking into unknown territory,
even with a weapon

of mass destruction
on your finger,

that's either trust
or arrogance.

Well, he's trust. I'm arrogance.

I don't trust anybody.

Man after my own heart.

You got a nice place here, Will.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Alas, not mine.
I'm just a caretaker.

Mind me asking
who you caretake it for?

I don't mind at all.

Regrettably, my NDA
restricts me from discussing

or IDing my employer.

Because of the government.

I'm sorry?

The government.
I'm guessing the government,

they're probably
watching your boss,

biding their time
before they raid this compound,

take his guns and rights away.

You think we bailed you out
so we could enlist you

in some whackadoo war
with the feds?

Well, why else would you
bail me out?

Because of the goddamn aliens,
son.

Why the fuck else?

Man, the whole world flipped out

when you first came
on the scene.

Makes sense,
seeing what you can do.

But it kind of buried the lede.

There are thousands
of planets out there

with intelligent life.

And here we sit,
low-hanging fruit of the galaxy,

just waiting to get gobbled up.

This land we're on right now,
it was Kiowa, then Sioux,

but across the ocean
boats were coming.

Anyways, as someone
who's spent time in the galaxy,

it's a pretty
peaceful place out there.

Well, what do they need
space cops for?

Look, I'm not some
isolationist crackpot

with his head in the sand,

but I am a student of history.

Colonization is ugly
from any angle,

but I tell you,
it is particularly bleak

if you're the one
getting colonized.

This all, call it
an ounce of prevention.

Seems like a bit more
than an ounce.

My point is,

I believe the gentleman
cooling his heels

in the sheriff's pokey,
he's part of an advanced team.

And I'd ask you
what your reason to believe is,

but I'm guessing
it's covered by your NDA.

My daughter-in-law says
you're not that bright.

Your daughter-in-law's
what's holding me up

from talking to that fella.

All right.
I can clear that brush.

In exchange for?

Let's eat.

You're aiming.

Sorry, sir?

Don't aim.

Just imagine it going through.

Try again.

Hey, don't... don't force it.

Just imagine.

Hey!

What'd I say?

What'd I just say?

That was great.

How'd you know that?

So, my dad used to shoot apples
off my head.

Grandma!

Grandma, I got one through!

Show me, sweetheart.

You live here?

Mm-hmm.

Zoe Macon.

Now you have my name.

Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go find everyone.

- All right.
- Come on.

Well,
we drank all your beer,

but put together
some leftovers for you.

- Much obliged.
- And I talked to Kerry.

Since you and I have
common interests,

she's willing to let you chat
with the suspect

first thing in the morning.

Well...

You know,
that's the thing, Will.

I don't know
what your interests are.

Two of my boys
almost got killed last night

in a shootout with men
no one's ever seen before.

How about we both want
to protect the planet

from anybody not born on it?

Hope I didn't mess up
your tofu, soldier.

No, sir.

It was delicious.

Good.

Nothing better than eating off
another man's grill.

Good night, gentlemen.

Hey.

What was that all about?

I might have slept
with his wife.

Might have?

I definitely slept
with his wife.

And he knows?

Apparently.

Jesus Christ,
we've only been here 24 hours.

I'm impressed.

We said 9:00.

What time is it?

Not 9:00.

His name's Waylon Sanders.

Commercial-licensed
truck driver. Called his boss,

says he's worked for him
almost five years now.

Mm-hmm.
Aliens are good at getting IDs

and paying people
to lie for them.

He's just a dipshit
from Kimball.

They took X-rays at the hospital
for his busted nose.

All organs accounted for.
No hidden antennas.

The plural
for antenna is antennae.

What's the plural for eat shit?

Junior, tell the sheriff here
how many species currently

have the technology
to pass as human.

Fourteen.
MRIs, X-rays, blood work.

Nothing down here
can tell the difference.

- So you can't prove it.
- I can make him confess.

If you lay a finger on him,

you're back
in front of the judge.

That includes whacking him
with giant green phone books

or whatever you magic up
from your conjuring ring.

I wouldn't dare.

Ten minutes.

I only need five.

- Am I'm coming in with you?
- You are not.

Alien my ass.

You know, we're all aliens.

Just depends which planet
you're standing on.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

- No, thank you.
- All right.

Yeah, I imagine you just
want to phone home, or...

- get home, I bet.
- Yes, sir.

And home is Kimball?

Well, I mean, I'm on the road
most of the year,

but Kimball's where
I hang my hat. Yes, sir.

"Hang your hat."

What a delightful
human expression.

And, uh, well, if you're in town
for the big game,

it must be a big rivalry.

I mean, uh, Kimball's, what,

that's a two,
two-and-a-half-hour drive?

Yeah, sorry about that.

I just, you know, I...
I love football, though,

and, uh, it's the home team.

Yeah.
I love football, too.

When did Nebraska win
its first national championship?

- Sorry?
- Uh...

You love football.
You're from Nebraska.

Huskers' first championship,
when was that?

- Yeah, it was 1970, Bob Devaney.
- That is correct.

How about their first
200-yard rusher?

Uh...

- Frank Solich?
- First Heisman winner?

- Johnny Rodgers.
- That's it.

Where did Harry Potter
go to school?

Excuse me?

Harry Potter, boy wizard.
What was the name of the school?

I don't know.

It was a book.

I don't read a lot.

Well, you go
to the movies, don't you?

They only made,
like, 22 of them.

Oh, I watch a lot of football.

- That's the rub, isn't it?
- What?

Pretending to be someone
that you're not.

You learn all the specifics,

but you don't learn
what everyone else knows.

Uh...

I don't... I don't understand.
Who are you, exactly?

Hal Jordan, Green Lantern.

Charged by
the Guardians of the Universe

to protect Sector 2814

from
all extra-planetary threats.

And you, Waylon,
are one of them.

Good Christ, he really is
full of himself, isn't he?

Can't be easy,

having to learn
from someone you don't respect.

I do respect him.

- Come on.
- I do.

Why?

I don't know. He's fearless.

If you care about people,

you know, husband,
wife, parent, kid,

then you're scared
of losing them.

First time he strutted up to me,

I could tell Jordan doesn't
care about anybody.

And nobody cares about him.

He's not fucking fearless.

He's lonely.

But...
But why did you stick around?

What were you looking for?

I mean, I get once I showed up,

you couldn't run.
You had to blend in.

But before that...

I just went to a high school
football game, man.

With the other Kimball fans
who are all dead now.

I don't know them, okay?

I told you, I... I drive a truck.

Yeah, I'm sure
you can tell me a lot

about that truck,
but I bet you can't tell me

about the Boston Tea Party,
Kelly Clarkson,

Barack Obama, or Rup...

Barack Obama is the president
of the United States.

That's it?

As a rural Nebraskan,
that's the breadth

of your opinion
of Barack Hussein Obama?

He is the 44th president.
He followed George W. Bush.

There's some controversy

surrounding
his birth certificate.

Holy shit, you are an alien.

Let's say you're right.

Oh, fuck.

Let's say, hypothetically,

that I'm not of this salty,
smelly world,

a visitor
who went to great trouble

to hide himself well
and learn the arcane rules

of pointless contests
involving balls

that somehow
captivate more attention

than the
deteriorating atmosphere

or the hunger
of its least fortunate people.

If I had gone to such lengths,

I would be here
for a very important purpose.

A purpose that required
great discretion and secrecy.

A purpose that would need
to be kept from the likes

of a galactic
peacekeeping organization

because it concerns
the exact opposite of peace.

That being war.

And as such,

if I were to fall into the hands
of such an organization,

I would be forced
to take drastic measures

to ensure that my purpose
was not revealed.

Hypothetically.

And hypothetically,

what might you have
to keep your mouth shut?

- A cyanide pill?
- You're thinking very small.

Then give it to me big.

I'd have
a biometric neutron device

woven into my skeleton.

I'd be able to activate it
with a thought.

Unless you let me walk out
that door right now.

He's bluffing, right?

You're not walking out
of here hypothetically or otherwise.

And if you do blow yourself up,
I'm just gonna bubble up

and contain all that sunshine
with my ring

and walk out of here
without a scratch.

You've been here 48 hours.

Did you bring the lantern
to recharge your ring?

I have plenty of power.

Hmm. But for how much longer?

Yeah.

You should be asking yourself

if I'm capable of releasing
enough energy

to eradicate this entire town.

We talking or exploding?
Because it's almost lunchtime.

It almost seems like you...

want to die, Hal Jordan.

Does that not violate
your precious oath?

"In brightest day
and blackest night..."

- Don't.
- "...no evil

- shall escape my sight."
- Shut your mouth.

"Let those
who worship evil's might

- beware my power...
- I said don't.

...Green Lantern's light."

Harry Potter went to Hogwarts,
you ignorant alien fuck!

- Are you beeping?
- Should we go? We should go.

- No, it's too late.
- Why are you here?

Why else?

Vengeance.

Told you he was an alien.

Look at you.
You've barely aged.

Liar.

How's Noah?

Tall. He's on the team now.

Quarterback.

He any good?

All-state.

That's good.

Anyone else know?

Just the groundskeeper.

All right.