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Someone murdered
The Gambler.

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.

The Gambler's laptop
is missing.

Whoever has it,
that's who killed him.

I really have to go.

You did this to me last year, Courtney.

You always leave.

I don't think The Shade
killed The Gambler.

It's only a matter of time
before they find out.

- I know.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

- Hi, neighbor.
- Hey.

Hey, how's it going?

Hi.

Hi.
What can I get for you, sir?

I'll take your best
cup of coffee.

- Sure. Coming right up.
- Great.

- Here you are.
- Thanks. Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Ow. I'm okay.

- Anywhere you like.
- Okay.

Everything here is quaint.

Wow.

Wow.

This tea is remarkably good.

Best in America, I'm told.

Hmm.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Is breakfast okay?

Oh, yeah.
The eggs are overdone.

The toast is burnt.
It's good.

I mean, who wants
crispy hash browns?

Soggy is the way to go... Yolanda.

Yeah. Yolanda Montez.

Wildcat.

I know I'm no Ted Grant.

Oh.

well, Ted was
a real piece of work.

You were his friend.

Mm.

What would he have thought
about me?

You? He would have thought
you were a badass.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Ted was tough on everyone.

So are you. That's good.

He saw people
for who they were

and didn't let them slide

just 'cause it was
the polite thing to do.

And the way you don't let
Dragon King's kid off the hook,

it's very Ted.

It's good judgment.

- Thanks.
- Mm.

I got a question for you.
- Yeah, sure.

This town, Blue Valley.

When you're not going after
the ISA or fighting Eclipso,

what is it you actually do
around here?

There's school, church, work.

Well, look,
I'm way past school.

Church was never my thing.

But work, that's an idea.

Courtney's been telling you
to find balance, hasn't she?

Well, she's right.

I can't be Starman
24-7 anymore,

especially in this town.

It's not like there's danger
around every corner.

Yolanda, table six.

Oh!

Morning.

Court, what's
the special occasion?

No special occasion.

Yeah, she got caught
ditching school,

and she's still
kissing up.

Like I said,
no special occasion.

Hey, it looks great, Court.
Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Hey, I learned from the best.

- Mmm.

So back to what's important.

We know The Shade
was at the diner

when The Gambler was killed,

which puts us back
at square one.

But what else do we know?

One, the killer
had incredible strength.

Two, The Gambler was stabbed
in the heart with something,

which was why
there was so much blood.

This is a little too much
murder talk than I'd like

to hear in the morning
at breakfast, thanks.

It doesn't bother me.

Where's Sylvester?
Is he coming up?

He went on a walk
to find balance.

He said he actually wanted
to spend the day

getting to know
the real Blue Valley.

Wow, is he gonna
be disappointed.

Well, see, that's where
I disagree with you, Mike,

because I think Blue Valley,
it's the perfect place

to hit the ole reset button,

'cause if you can't
find balance here

in the heartland,

I don't think
you can find it anywhere.

What, do you work
for the chamber of commerce?

Oh, I agree, Pat.

Balance is important,

starting with
a balanced breakfast.

This stuff'll kill you.

- Hey!
- Morning, Whitmore.

Quinoa and tofu bowls.

You'll love it, Barbara.

Pull up a chair, gang.

Whole family's
on the program now.

Dig in.

Dig in.

You still don't know
who killed The Gambler?

Mom.

Let me conference in
your dad.

He's gonna want to hear this.

Is this about The Gambler?

This is about The Gambler,
isn't it?

I cannot...

I've gotta run now, okay?

Have a good day.

There was something
about this guy.

- Sorry about that.
- I don't know.

I think your parents
being so into you

being Doctor Mid-Nite
is kind of cool.

I guess.

Does your uncle ever get
in the way of--

you know,
of the Hourman thing?

Matt's gone.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

And I sure as hell don't care.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

I've never heard the goggles
make this sound before.

Someone's forwarding me
a bunch of documents.

I think The Gambler
was blackmailing someone.

Who sent that to you?

It doesn't say.

- Oh!

I'm sorry to say
that's the wrong password.

Try again!

Try again!

Oh! Sorry.

Try again!

Cindy.

Hi.
- Hi, new girl.

So any updates
on the JSA front?

Yes, actually.

Apparently The Gambler's
been blackmailing someone,

but we don't know who yet.

Huh.

Huh.

You don't seem surprised.

Birds fly. Fish swim.

Blackmailers blackmail.

Yeah.

What?

I just really thought
The Gambler

was trying to be
a better person

for his daughter.

Look, lots of bad fathers
talk the talk.

Doesn't mean anything unless
they actually follow through.

What about Starman?
What does he think?

He--Starman's
taking the day off.

He's taking the day off?

Yeah, he needs
to find balance.

Okay, but what about you?

What about me?

Are you going
to find balance too?

I'm balanced.

I made breakfast this morning. Waffles.

Waffles?
Wow.

How far you've come finding
a life outside of Stargirl.

Mm.

Beth's tracking the accounts.

We'll hopefully
have an update soon.

I'll see you at lunch.

Okay.

Cameron, hey.

Hi.

Paula?

We've got a situation
on our hands.

- We do?
- Mm-hmm.

The German chocolate cake
was a big hit

at the Women's Rotary Club.

Oh. That's great, right?

It is a nightmare, Barbara!

They want me to give
an initiation speech

at tomorrow's meeting.

I don't know how to do that.
What do I talk about?

Well, just talk about
how much you're looking forward

to doing whatever it is
the Women's Rotary Club does.

What do they do?

- I don't know.
- Well, you joined because...

you want to be part
of Blue Valley, right?

Mm-hmm.

So tell them how much the
community is important to you.

Oh, Ms. Whitmore.

Hey, Barbara.

- Yeah?
- Read the new proposal.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Oh, slipping.

No.

Maybe next time.

Who's that geek?

He's my new manager, Tim.

He's the reason
I will be staying up late

doing this proposal again.

I'm sorry, I really--
I have to get back to work.

- Mm. Of course.

- Good luck, Barbara.
- Yeah. You too.

Pat! Pat!

here's another one. Farmhand.

Actually,
that does sound promising.

"Experience in cow milking,
egg gathering, horseshoeing.

Pig-breeding skills a plus."
They always are.

You know, my second cousin
Melvin has a pig farm

outside of Mason County.

Shocker.

I can give him a buzz
and put in a good word.

- Thank you.
- How is this difficult, Pat?

I'm at least as employable as
the other JSA members, right?

Well, Doctor Mid-Nite,
he was a surgeon.

That sounds icky.

Hourman was a chemist.

Lab nerd. No, thanks.

And the Green Lantern
ran a broadcasting company.

Entertainment business,
that's a lot of headaches.

What's your family history?

See, myself, my granddad
raised me in his salvage yard,

and all I ever wanted to do
was take broken stuff

and make it work again.

- True story.
- Well, all my parents

ever gave me
was a chip on my shoulder.

They treated my sister and I
like props

to show off
to their snooty friends.

I mean, that's why
I love being Starman.

I'm not a prop.
I serve a purpose.

I'm somebody important.

Without that...

I'm nobody, really.

- Whoa, whoa.
- Don't say that.

Can you believe what
you're hearing from this guy?

- Nope.
- Hey, you're not nobody,

Sylvester, all right?

You're Starman.

That's right. You're Starman.

Let me tell you a little story.

I went to live
with my grandparents

after I was born.

My mother dropped me off
one day,

and she told them,

"He cries too loud."

Cried too loud.

Never saw her again.

Anyhoo, my granddad
passed along a thing or two.

One thing he taught me was...

how quick someone
will write off a good thing.

If something doesn't work
the way they want it to,

they just toss it away.

They think it's "junk,"
but it's not, mm-mm.

You see, junk is junk.

Salvage--
salvage is an opportunity,

an opportunity to turn it
into something new.

Yeah.

Sorry.
Sometimes I get self-absorbed.

Were you still talking
about car parts,

or was it a metaphor about me?

What's it matter for?

I don't have the foggiest.

You figure it out.

Hey.

Most important thing here:
we're gonna get you

on a good career path, okay?

We're gonna find you
a great job,

so don't worry about it.

Just gotta keep
a good attitude.

Oh, yeah, picking a career.
How hard can it be?

It's gonna be great.

So what'd you find out
about those documents?

That the deposits made
to The Gambler

came via wire transfer
from an Irwin Hasen.

Irwin Hasen?
Who the hell is that?

It's an alias...
for Lawrence Crock.

Wait. What?
Like, the Crocks?

Are you serious?

That's who The Gambler's
been blackmailing?

- So what do we do now?
- We can't tell Sylvester.

Why not?

Because he'll want to rush
right in, like--

- Like you.
- Like he did with The Shade.

If the Crocks are guilty,
Court, we should all rush in.

- We have to wait.
- Wait for what, dear leader?

Beth has solid evidence
for a motive for murder.

Just because The Gambler
was blackmailing the Crocks

doesn't mean they killed him.

Yo, man, what's up?

- Yeah!

Hey.

If we're going
to take Artemis' parents

away from her again,
we've got to be sure.

We'll regroup with Pat,
come up with a plan.

Until then,
nobody say a word to Sylvester.

Agreed?

Yeah.

Mr. Mahkent,
do you have a moment?

I spoke with Mr. Deisinger
this morning,

and he said that
you haven't been painting.

And you didn't turn in
your assignment to me today.

That's not like you.

- Is everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I've just been
a little bit preoccupied.

Can I do
the assignment tonight?

Don't worry about this one.

I know I'm considered

the strictest teacher
at Blue Valley.

Even my coworkers avoid me
at the lounge at lunch.

But...

I only put up a wall because
I dealt with things, too,

in school
that I've carried.

So if there's anything
you'd like to talk about,

I'm happy to listen.

I said I'm fine,
so leave me alone.

Hey.

Don't be a jerk.

She's only trying to help.

Sorry, Ms. Woods.

That's quite all right.

Just because you are
a spoiled rich kid

doesn't mean you can talk
to people however you want.

I said I was sorry.

Boys.

Talk to her like that again...

And you will be.

Cool?

Yeah.

Cool.

I know your heart's
in the right place, Rick,

but calling Cameron names
isn't going to help.

Okay.

Sub Shack.
Sandwich artist wanted.

Oof, that takes years
of training and dedication.

What the hell else
am I gonna be besides Starman?

Oh, hi, Mr. Pemberton.

Is Courtney here?

She's not back
from school yet.

Really?
'Cause I thought

we were supposed to meet here
for a JSA meeting.

A JSA meeting?
About what?

About how The Gambler's
blackmailing the Crocks.

Didn't they tell you?

Didn't tell me.

Don't take it personally.

They leave me out of stuff too.

I have a good idea, Sylvester.

How about we go get the Crocks
right now, you and me?

Hey, that sounds terrible.

Work with Dragon King's
demon spawn?

I don't trust you any more than
I trust the Crocks,

The Shade,
or I did The Gambler.

In fact, I trust you less.

I'm a member of the Justice
Society of America now.

Why don't you
go find someone

who's impressed
by a dime-a-dozen cheerleader

in green Spandex
with daddy issues?

I'm not your run-of-the-mill
Blue Valley idiot.

I'm Starman.

Careful on the stairs
with those shoes.

If you fall, it'd be like
falling off an overpass.

So the Crocks.

Let's go get 'em.

Attention, shoppers.
Good evening.

Please make your way
to the cashiers.

The store will be closing
in five minutes.

Oink, oink.

Put it back.

Sorry. Habit.

Plus, the sodium content
of that steak sauce alone

will put you back in prison.

Hey, everyone gets
a cheat day, babe.

Is that what you call it?

Did you kill The Gambler
on a cheat day?

Day like "The Purge"?

I haven't seen it,
but I read a summary online.

It's a day
where there's no laws.

We know what it is.
We've seen 'em.

They're hilarious.

What are you doing bringing
that Staff in here, Pemberton?

In public?
Are you out of your mind?

I know The Gambler
was blackmailing you,

and I know you're the ones
that killed him.

You don't know your ass
from your elbow.

We're shopping.

Store is closing.

Please bring your items
to the cashier, thank you.

The store is closing.

Yeah, we heard.

We don't want to fight.

This is your last
chance, guys.

Why don't you go back
to your basement...

and polish your little Staff?

Confess.

Final call.

Late, Rick.

Had a flat.

So what's the plan?

We going after the Crocks?

Pat and I are going
to talk to them,

give them a chance to explain.

As soon as Cindy gets here,
we can--

One sec.

Mike, what's up?

Go, go, go! Go!

- I was getting bored anyways.
- Me too.

Mm.

Hello, friend.

Let go!

Come on!

Batter up!

You done?

No.

Eat this!

Come on, tough guy!

You. Come on.

That's enough!

Fight's over.

Walk away, Sylvester.

The Gambler
was blackmailing us.

That part is true.

Ah!
But we didn't kill him.

We wanted to,
but we stayed strong.

All right, so why
was he blackmailing you?

ISA crimes we didn't commit.

Stuff other members did
without us.

They're dead now,

and we wouldn't have had
a chance in hell

of proving our innocence.

Not that you're
all that innocent.

Look, yes, I mean,

we're guilty
of plenty of things.

Some of it,
we even went to prison for,

and truth be told,

we wouldn't even be
sitting here with our freedom

if it wasn't
for a legal loophole.

Well, some, like Sylvester,

they might call that
just a little bit unfair.

Who cares what he said?
That guy is a freaking lunatic.

Regardless, we couldn't risk
going back to prison,

so we paid Sharpe.

But the payments stopped
two months ago.

How come?

That putz
stopped blackmailing us.

Didn't say why, and we thought
he was playing a new angle.

Then he paid us back
right before he died.

Every cent.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

The Gambler really was trying
to be better.

Now, we didn't realize that
until after he was killed.

Well, as long as we're...

getting everything
on the table,

I'll admit I did
go pay him a visit

on the day he was murdered.

- What?
- Look, he shows up

in Blue Valley,
spouting off his,

"I'll, turn over a new leaf,"
jambalaya jive talk.

Well, I wasn't buying it.

Figured he came back to start
blackmailing us again,

so I drove out to his trailer
to have a little chat with him.

But I got too worked up,

and I left

before I did something stupid.

So why didn't you
tell us this before?

I was just trying
to protect us

from any unnecessary heat.

I'm sorry, Barbara.

We should have
been honest with you.

The last time
we went to prison,

it nearly destroyed our family.

Not to mention the food.

So many carbs.

Please believe me.

We would never make
the same mistake twice.

Whoever killed Sharpe,
it wasn't us.

I'll be right back.

Okay, I talked to the Crocks--

How could you step
in front of me like that, huh?

You chose
to protect them over me.

- Sylvester--
- You're my sidekick,

not theirs.

You got that?

I'm nobody's sidekick.

Oh, is that so?

I'm your friend, Sylvester,

and I always have been.

The Crocks, they didn't do it.

And even if they had,

this isn't the way
to deal with things.

Oh, and you know
how to deal with things?

You let half the villains
that killed our friends

move in next door!

Is that how you deal
with things?

You don't destroy
everything around them.

It sends the wrong message.

To who?

To Courtney.

When the staff first lit up
for Courtney,

she thought it was because
you were her father.

What? Me?

Why would she think that?

Courtney's real father disappeared

the same Christmas Eve
that the JSA died.

And for her to think
that her father's a superhero

who sacrificed his life
saving the world,

that was a hell of a lot easier
than knowing

that it was just some guy
that didn't love her

and hit the road.

Right?

Jeez.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

I mean, he showed up
in Blue Valley last year.

He wanted to get this locket...

This locket
that he'd given to her

when she was a little girl,

'cause it was worth some money.

Also happened to be the thing
that she cared the most about.

So she gave it to him.

He took it, and he left.

What did you do?

I knocked him on his ass.

Good.

And I'm not proud of it.

But that pain?

It'll never leave her,

and that's why you and I--

that's why we gotta be there
for her.

Sylvester,

you can't just be a friend
to Courtney.

You have to be like a father.

All right?

She puts you on a pedestal,

and she has since she first
picked up the Staff.

And whether you like it or not,

you have a responsibility
to set an example

to Courtney
and to all these kids

not just to be a better man

but to be the Starman
that you set out to be.

I don't know
who I set out to be.

I just feel like
a crazy person now

who blows up grocery stores.

I don't even have
my costume anymore.

Costume doesn't make the man.

Well, it's a start.

Yeah.

It's a start.

So the Crocks
didn't kill The Gambler?

No.

They said they paid him
blackmail money,

but that was it.

And you believe them?

They seemed pretty sincere.

And if you really think
about it,

the way The Gambler's trailer
was left ripped apart,

that isn't really their style.

If they didn't do it,
who did?

Well, we know it wasn't
Grundy or The Shade.

What about Cindy?

She did exactly what you said
not to do, Courtney.

She went straight to Sylvester.

Yes, because I didn't want

to just sit around
and do nothing.

Look, the Crocks looked guilty,

and I wanted to take them down, and...

I wanted to prove myself.

And I thought that if
the great Sylvester Pemberton

gave me his seal of approval,

you would all too.

And by the way, it turns out,

he's kind of an ass.

Well...

if you do something
like that again,

you're off the team.

Okay. Got it.

Hello, everyone.

Hey.

My name is Paula Brooks,

and I love Blue Valley...

and the people in it.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm really sorry
I've been a jerk,

actually, to everyone

but, most importantly, to you.

Is everything okay?

Everyone keeps
asking me that.

Well... is it?

I'm not sure I'm ready
to talk about it just yet.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

We don't have
to talk about it, Cameron.

We can just...

go for a walk together,
if you want.

Hmm.

Well, we've turned up empty
again, huh, Cosmo?

I just keep thinking...

There must be something
at the crime scene that...

we all overlooked, right?

We should go back.

No. Nope.

It's not my turn with you.

I gotta respect the rules,

be a better Starman.

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Wish me luck, buddy.

- Hi, Tim.
- God.

We need to talk
about a friend of mine.

Is this about Sarah
or Susan

or whatever her name is?

Tell her to let it go.

Different friend,

one that you're gonna be
a lot nicer to, hmm?

Try again!

- Try again!

Greg, move your head.

Mad Ghost.