03x02 - Shadow of the Hawk

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Rrr-agh!

We will not be stopped.

Your partners are going
down, Dreamslayer.

And so are you.

Aaahhhh!

Mari!

You okay?

Just need to catch
my breath, Boo.

Save a piece of him for me.

You think you can
stop me with a bubble?

It's a really good bubble.

Where's Shayera?

Why do they always think
it's going to be so easy?

Because they always
underestimate you.

Get back behind the police line.

I can't do that, Shayera.

I've been hoping to talk
to you for a very long time.

And you are?

Carter Hall.

I want to show you something.

Easy.

It's an artifact, not a w*apon.

Well, actually, it's both.

Unh!

Thanagarian.

All the Thanagarian tech that
was left behind after the w*r

was either confiscated
or destroyed.

Most. Not all.

Thanagarian contraband sells for

big bucks on the black market.

Where did you get this?

In Egypt, during
an archeological dig.

It's not from the invasion.

It's been on Earth
for over 8000 years.

You're Thanagarian.

With your help, I could
translate the glyphs,

figure out how the
technology got there.

We could investigate
this together.

Come with me to Egypt.

Cairo's beautiful
this time of year.

I could recommend
some nice restaurants.

We'll examine the
artifact and get back to you

when we know something.

Thank you, Mr. Hall.

The Metrotower has
some of the most advanced

scientific equipment
on the planet.

Okay.

While they run their tests,

maybe you and I can
discuss this in more detail.

Over dinner?

Oh, I don't...

Um...

Okay. Sure.

I'll see you soon.

Is that right?

Let me run it again.

Carbon-14 dating confirms

that this artifact is
over 8000 years old.

I'm no historian, but...

that date roughly tracks

with the era of the
w*apon's design.

And the relative crudity of
its Nth metal components.

I've gotta go.

Shayera, I wanted
to... Judas Priest!

Problem?

No. No.

It's just, uh...

I've... never seen
you in a dress before.

You don't like it?

It's, uh... fetching.

If you want one for Vixen,
I can tell you where I got it.

Listen.

Glad I caught you before
you did something stupid.

Excuse me?

Carter Hall.

What about him?

I did some research.

His birth name is
Joseph Gardner.

He lied.

No.

Six months ago, he had it
legally changed to Carter Hall.

He's an archeologist.

Currently curator of the
Midway City Museum.

Had an excellent reputation
until about five years ago,

when he started claiming that
aliens landed in Ancient Egypt.

Aliens?

Well, then he must be a lunatic.

Because we all know that

there's no life
on other planets.

There's more.

What?

Our Mr. Hall spends quite
a bit of time on the Internet.

Dang. Lock him up.

He frequents the "I Hate
Hawkgirl" bulletin boards.

That doesn't mean...

Boards? How many are there?

Fifty-seven... Webrings.

Unaffiliated sites
number in the hundred...

Forget I asked.

Hall keeps getting
banned from them...

for flaming the
anti-Shayera posters.

So he's a fan.

He's a stalker.

There.

So he was in the crowd.

I don't see what... Wait.

A coincidence.

This... This
doesn't mean he's...

I'm gonna have a
little talk with this guy.

This isn't any of
your business...

Or yours.

It's League business.

Oh, really?

Do I tell you who to date?

Carter Hall has uncovered
a genuine mystery.

And I think it's
worth investigating.

You should take backup.

I meant Batman. I...

We don't want you
walking into a trap.

I can take care
of myself. Thanks.

The point is...

The point is, you
don't trust me...

either of you.

Don't wait up.

This isn't right.

I know. But don't...

No. I mean, this
shouldn't be happening.

When we traveled to
the future, we met my son.

Mine and Shayera's.

We're supposed to be
together. It's our destiny.

If you really believe that,
why are you still with Vixen?

What?

I miss the dress.

You didn't miss it last night.

Anyway, it didn't seem like

the right outfit for
an archeological dig.

You're right.

The pants are fine.

You look beautiful in anything.

It's your dig, Romeo.
Lead the way.

Shayera, don't!

Poison. They're mercury-tipped.

Nasty.

The entire tomb
is booby-trapped.

It took me months to
learn how to avoid them all.

Right. After you, then.

The trick is the raised glyphs.

If you press them in
the proper sequence,

they disarm the
defenses down here.

And if you get it wrong?

Well, we're already in
a tomb, so that's handy.

I've made a lot of progress
deciphering these glyphs.

But this one, for instance.

"Journey," I think.

And the mark on the
side means "conclusion."

The end of a long journey?

I have a confession to make.

I haven't been completely
honest with you.

I brought you here
under false pretenses.

Or should I say,
destiny brought you?

What do you think you're...?
You and I are the reincarnation

of lovers who d*ed here...

thousands of years ago.

My real name is Katar Hol...

but you can call me... Hawkman.

I'm sorry.

I'm not laughing
at you, exactly.

I just... I've got the
worst taste in men.

I'm serious, Shayera.

I know you are.

And I'm in a lost Egyptian
tomb with my stalker.

The worst part is, I'm
going to have to listen

to John and Batman
saying, "I told you so."

I know it sounds
crazy, but hear me out.

Our souls have
been bound together

for thousands of years.

This device. It's
called an Absorbacron.

I unearthed it three years ago.

And when I touched it...

After I woke up, I
understood everything.

Almost everything.

The machine restored
the memory of my life here

thousands of years ago.

In 6600 B.C.,

two Thanagarian law officers
were sucked through a wormhole

into an uncharted
sector of space.

They landed here when
their ship ran out of fuel.

They were stranded...
with no way to get home.

They decided to
use their technology

to improve the
lives of the locals.

And they succeeded...

beyond their wildest dreams.

They turned this arid
waste into a paradise.

We ruled this land with
fairness and compassion.

And the people loved us.

But there were factions

that resented these two
gods from another world.

A jealous priest poisoned us.

Poisoned you and me.

Do you understand now?

We d*ed, Shayera.

The extraordinary
society we created

fell in less than
a generation...

its technological
secrets lost...

until I rediscovered them.

Look. An Absorbacron
is just a database

that you interface
with telepathically.

What you saw was
probably just the ship's log.

It's old, probably damaged.

It filled your mind
with thoughts,

feelings, memories
that weren't your own.

We're not reincarnated lovers.

Come with me.

Once you touch it,
you'll understand.

Hands off! Hah!

Shayera, please.

Let the Absorbacron speak to you

as it's spoken to me, and...

Rise and shine,
my delusional friend.

Who are you?

Calls himself the Shadow Thief.

He's a talker.

Unfortunately, she isn't.

At least, not so far.

Ahhh!

Stop! What do you want from her?

Nothing. That was just for fun.

I've been following
you for weeks...

waiting to be led to
this treasure trove.

These Thanagarian
artifacts will go for

millions on the black market.

And I do so like money.

But I need your
archeological expertise

in order to disarm the
tomb's final line of defense

and enter the burial chamber.

Where, of course, the
most valuable pieces lie.

Not going to happen.

Really?

I think we've got
room to negotiate.

I understand that Thanagarians

are stronger than humans.

I wonder...

how long will you last
under my tender care?

Knock yourself out, jerkhole.

A little rude, darling,
don't you think?

Stop. I'll help you.

Carter, no!

You again?

I've never been
afraid of shadows.

Now's an excellent
time to start.

This chamber's unstable.
If we don't end this fast...

The whole tunnel
could come down on us.

I'll take one of those,
and one of those.

Haven't you figured
it out yet, darling?

I'm only solid
when I want to be.

Who said I want you solid?

Ahh! Uhh...

Filthy witch.

The Absorbacron.

Carter, it doesn't matter. It...

No! I've gotta save it.

It's lost forever.

It nearly k*lled you.

That machine was designed

to telepathically communicate
with Thanagarians.

It was too powerful for an
unshielded human mind.

J'onn J'onzz is a telepath.

Perhaps he can help you
sort through the information...

I don't need any help.

I know the truth.

We're the reincarnations
of Katar and Shayera Hol,

and I love you.

Oh, you can't love me, Carter.

You don't even know me.

Your favorite color is teal.

You could eat Korshin
oysters every day,

even though they
give you heartburn.

You get up early because
you love the sunrise.

And nothing's more
important to you

than fighting for those

who can't fight for themselves.

You'll see the truth...

eventually.

It's destiny.

It's not.

It's just the Absorbacron.

I've waited thousands of
years for us to find each other.

I can wait a little longer.

How stupid do you think I am?

Scale of one to 10?

Funny. I meant this.

Hall was the one I didn't trust.

Right. That's why
you planted this bug.

How much did you hear?

A bunch of nonsense

about reincarnation and destiny.

Maybe it isn't nonsense.

If you really believe that.