Justice League: Gods and Monsters

That was seismic magnitude 9.8.

- We're at the end.

- Your egg is set, Lara.

All I have to do is add my genetic code.

Just one finger print.

Zod!

An incubator pod.

So the rumors were true.

You should not have opposed me, Jor-El.

I still can't believe you allied

with those dolts on the Council.

We could have ruled Krypton.

You've destroyed this planet.

- I was given insufficient data.

- I told you. We all told you!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Zod, please!

I had a war machine to operate.

My army needed the energy.

We had to drill.

Your numbers were inconclusive, useless.

I had the vision. I had the will.

If anyone's seed is going

to be spread to the heavens,

it will be mine.

You should feel honored, Lara.

Upon your egg, I bestow my eminence.

Ours will be the last child of Krypton.

Go! Make the universe feel your might.

- What was in it?

- We don't know, Mr. Luthor.

The farmer said it was open

when he found it.

Search the area.

I want the ship taken to STAR Labs,

code black, Sergeant.

None of this gets out.

Aprate. Aprate.

Vamos.

Knock, knock.

- How long has this been down there?

- Too long.

Superman!

Superman, where are you?

Mr. Trevor, what raid would be complete

without your cautionary tones?

We found their bunker,

under the Kasnian Embassy.

Don't do anything until we get there!

Hear me? Stay back!

We disappoint again.

Send it now!

Hurry, God damn it!

Jesus!

- The cavalry arrives.

- Too bad the movie's over.

Nice little blood bath.

Was this really necessary?

They got... rambunctious.

You realize this is embassy property.

Technically, it's off limits

to law enforcement.

Technically, we're not the police.

Don't get wise with me.

The old lady's not gonna like this.

What are you talking about?

She'll be positively orgasmic.

She gets her stolen files back

plus a couple dozen wanted terrorists,

wanted no more.

She'll think it's Christmas.

Get me the President, and a mop.

These are aliens and inhumans

watching over us.

Who's watching over them?

For the Bible sayeth,

"I am the Lord your God.

"You shall have no other gods

before me."

Fangs for sale! Batman fangs!

Wonder swords!

Don't they ever shut up?

At least fifty dead

in the embassy massacre.

And not just dead, dismembered,

burned alive, sucked of their blood,

a virtual house of horrors.

Granted, the victims were

part of a terrorist organization.

Wondered when you'd mention that.

But what about our terrorist organization?

What about the Justice League?

It's not like we haven't been warned.

What the government has sanctioned

is more than a super SWAT team.

It's a weapon of absolute power.

And we all know where that leads.

Sooner or later the ties

between the Oval Office

and the tower of so-called justice

will finally fray.

- And then, who will be in control?

- Not you, buddy. Not anymore.

Why do you even listen? They hate us.

Don't let the crowds down there

fool you, Bekka.

They are not la gente comun,

the real people.

There are many who would like

nothing more than for us to take over.

- Tell her, Kirk.

- 22% domestically, 29% worldwide.

Revolutions have been built on less.

Imagine ending all

the ideological squabbling.

No more war, no more insurrections.

All those little dots down there connected

to a single productive purpose.

A world brought together as one.

- Under us?

- Under us.

You just got less sexy.

I'm not saying that I would, but things

aren't getting any easier with Washington,

and the day may be fast coming

when we'll have to consider our options.

The new world order will have to wait.

Your appointment's here.

- Who'd you get this time?

- Silas Stone,

one of the most brilliant men

on the planet.

Dr. Stone.

You move quickly.

I'm eager to get to work,

if you're ready.

Don't be nervous.

Think of it as a grand adventure.

- Vic, are you there?

- Yeah, Hank, what's up?

The storm front's coming in faster

than expected. You better get back here.

Warm up the brandy,

I got one reading left.

What the hell?

Thought you'd get away, huh?

I only wish I could be there when the senate

committee gets a load of this pony show.

I just finished my speech

this afternoon.

Molecular miniaturization,

a big idea for a shrinking world.

I don't think you'll have

to say much, Dr. Palmer.

Thanks, Ryan.

- Please leave a message.

- It's your husband.

Remember how you wanted stables

in the backyard?

We might have the room, after all.

Call me back.

Every time I call you,

your place looks gloomier and gloomier.

Couldn't you brighten it up, Kirk?

Even in college you had those

god-awful Beastie Boy posters.

- Tell him to put up some drapes.

- Drapes? How about some windows?

- Is that Tina?

- How's my favorite bat guy?

Cooking up a batch of fake plasma.

Yum! Thank you.

Don't get married, Kirk.

Wives will protect the life out of you.

No worries, I've pretty much

given up on eHarmony.

Listen, I want you to know I'm not

having luck with the latest tests.

Every time I try to reverse the antigen,

the cellular walls don't hold.

- I didn't think they would.

- Don't give up hope.

We'll figure out a cure for you.

What was made can be unmade.

Thanks, Tin.

- It just...

- Takes time.

Yeah. But that's not why I called.

You must have heard

Ray Palmer's missing.

His truck was totaled. Poor Jean.

She's been calling Tina ten times a day.

That's upstate, Will,

not my jurisdiction.

Since when does the Justice League have

a jurisdiction? Come on, Kirk, it's Ray!

I'll check into it, but it's not going

to win me any friends with the local cops.

So? People don't like you anyway.

Good point.

One more micro booster

and I could take out a tank.

- Now will you tell me?

- I told you everything.

Come on, Dad, what was he like?

What'd he say?

He was tall.

Oh, jeez, I know what he looks like.

Weren't you freaked? He's a killer alien.

Dude could have probably hurt you

just by looking at you real hard.

He was very matter-of-fact.

He said he had a job for me.

- And I'm doing it.

- Which is?

Can't say.

But I did see Wonder Woman.

Tell me, tell me!

And don't say she was tall.

She was...

What the hell's that?

Run!

Go!

Oh, sh*t!

So what brings the Feds?

Mr. Stone worked for the military,

Ms. Lane. This is purely routine.

That a fact?

I want to look around.

I don't suppose I could dissuade you.

This is a crime scene.

I won't touch a thing.

Your boyfriend has a lot of nerve.

He's not my boyfriend. And yes, he does.

Dios mio.

Only the police are allowed

beyond the yellow tape, Ms. Lane.

I don't see your badge.

Good one. Think your logic

will persuade this guy?

- Yeah.

- Stone isn't our only dead scientist.

How fast can you get back here?

This is Victor Fries,

the thermal expert.

Nobel and Kyoto prizes.

He was measuring atmospheric carbon levels

near the Arctic Circle three days ago.

They found his body

at the bottom of a ravine.

It wasn't the fall

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