We were no longer an ordinary family.
And we soon realized we weren't alone.
I hear people's thoughts. I can hear them think
or not think certain things.
I don't love you.
Stay out of my life, Joshua... forever.
You think dr. King is in charge?
This is so much bigger than any of you think.
Mr. Winnick?
So what you want?
To offer you a job.
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♪ A long way to run ♪
♪ When ♪
♪ You're not having fun ♪
♪ It's a pogo life ♪
♪ Thinking everything is fine ♪ - Hello?
♪ When you're wasting time ♪
Something you don't see every day.
- Ugh. - Police think it was an animal attack.
- In Montcliff Park? - Right?
Closest thing I've seen to wildlife there
was an obese squirrel eating waffle fries.
Whatever did this didn't do it for food.
There were no bite marks.
What do you think, it was a... like, a mountain lion?
No. Mountain lions have what... four claws? This thing had five.
Weirder still... police combed the trail,
- didn't find any tracks. - What kind of animal doesn't leave tracks?
Come here.
You got a friend over at the coroner's office, right?
Yeah. Why?
Why don't you give him a call? See what he turns up?
What are you thinking?
That maybe this wasn't an animal at all.
- Maybe it was a... - A super?
You should have seen the photos...
This poor woman, clawed beyond recognition.
But no evidence of an animal attack.
All the supers I know are super-human,
not super-animal.
We've already seen humans turn into mist, fire...
Guess we can't rule out anything until we know exactly how
the trilsettum is capable of affecting people.
Well, I'll bet dr. King already knows.
Look, now that you're part of his project,
you've gotta have access to some sort of database,
a list of patients and their abilities.
Well, he is meticulous. I'm sure he keeps records on everything.
We have to know what else is out there.
- Hey. - Hey.
Guess what?
I don't know. I'm not the one who can read minds.
Er, anyway,
uh, do you know who Sara Bareilles is?
How could I not? She is on every playlist you make.
Yeah, I pay attention.
Well, I just found out she's in town
shooting her new video at Windward Amphitheater.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
- When? - Well, today, as in this afternoon.
That's a good enough reason to ditch.
Ditch? Uh, as in school?
Uh, yeah. Isn't that what you were gonna say?
No, I just thought that it was cool she was in town.
- I can't actually go. My parents would... - Well,
you just tell them it's all good,
in your oh-so-persuasive brainwashing way.
I don't really like to do that... too often.
Besides, I was gonna finish my history paper
- during math class. - Okay, so...
That's it? If your history paper was done, you'd ditch?
- I guess... - Okay, great.
That's all I need to know. Okay.
Mr. Litchfield, I couldn't help but notice that my packet has
different practice problems than the rest of the team.
Giving you the same work as them would be like
asking Stephen Hawking to play chutes and ladders.
But this equation... It's beyond anything they'd ever ask in an academic decathlon.
Are you afraid you aren't up to the challenge, mr. Powell?
At least tell me what I'm trying to solve.
- I mean, where did you get this? - It doesn't matter.
How do you expect me to balance a complex biochemical equation
without some sort of context?
Just... answer them.
Dr. King?
Stephanie, come in.
Always lovely to see you.
Thank you. You know, I was thinking...
in order to be a more effective part of your team,
I should probably get to know the patients you treated
before I started.
If there's a database of patients
and their reactions to the serum...
- A database of... - For instance,
did any of the past patients display animalistic tendencies?
I haven't come across that yet, no.
- Why do you ask? - Hmm.
There was a death in Montcliff Park this morning.
The police thought it was an animal based on
the claw marks, but the evidence was inconsistent, so I...
So you thought it might be one of ours.
Look, just so you know,
we're very thorough with our evaluations, but, uh...
I'll let you know if I come across anyone with claws.
I have a few questions for you.
- The first is, are you an idiot? - Excuse me?
It's a yes or no question... are you an idiot?
No.
Good.
Then you must have had some logical reason
for leaving behind that woman's body.
I mean, a non-idiot would know that there has to be an autopsy,
and an autopsy could lead
to some very uncomfortable questions as to her identity.
People heard her screaming.
What was I supposed to do, kill them, too?
Just because I'm like this...
I'm not an animal.
Regardless, that body cannot be traced back to us.
What do you want me to do?
Go fetch.
George St. Cloud, please.
George... you know that Jane Doe you were asking about?
I, uh... I think you need to see this for yourself.
Sounded spooked. Said he'd never
- seen anything like it. - You know what he meant?
I didn't wanna get into it over the phone
in case your hunch about the super was right.
Well, maybe he was lifting evidence, you know,
like the killer's fingerprints or DNA?
Whatever he found, it was definitely something strange.
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That was crazy. When I go to a morgue,
I expect to see dead people, yes...
but pre-dead people.
Maybe there was something about Jane Doe
the killer didn't want anyone else to find out.
That would explain why he went after the body.
And then maybe the coroner got in his way,
and that would explain why the coroner needs a coroner.
At least you guys were able to snag his report.
Listen to this... according to the autopsy,
Jane Doe's DNA was mutated. Her cells were filled
with chloroform and adenosine triphosphate.
Why does that sound familiar?
'cause they're the same chemicals I found when I tested our blood.
Jane Doe had a huge amount of trilsettum in her system.
So the victim was a super, too?
Area units be advised... aftermath of a 10-9 E,
vicious animal attack, at Laurel and Woodson.
Guys, is there gonna be more blood?
- Cause I already need a night-light to sleep. - We got it.
Stay here.
Hey, J.J.
Little dude. I've been looking for you.
And I feel a request coming on.
Okay, well, see, Daph and I
were planning on cutting out early today.
Daphne's ditching school?
It's a work in progress. She won't leave
unless she finishes her history paper.
I'm sure she'll finish it. She's a smart girl.
But she's not as smart as you.
I was thinking you could write it for her.
Why would I do that?
Come on, J.J.
What?
I know what's what.
What do you mean what's what?
You gonna make me say it?
Here, in front of the mortals of P. B. High?
'cause I'm sure they would love to know...
that they go to school with a super genius.
You think about it, pal, okay?
I can't believe you told Chris about us.
- I had to. - No, you wanted to.
You could have kept pushing his thoughts.
But that's so manipulative.
What kind of a relationship is that?
So your dirty-haired boyfriend is more important
than our family? You know,
- if mom and dad found out... - But they don't have to.
Look, for the first time in forever,
I finally get to be myself with somebody I care about.
He knows what happened to me, and yet he still likes me...
maybe even more because of it.
Do you know how that feels, J.J.?
Fine. I will write your dumb paper,
but I need something in return.
Now, mr. Litchfield is acting weirder than normal.
I need you to read his mind and find out why
this academic decathlon is so epically important to him.
Deal?
Deal.
What are you doing here, Powell?
Uh, desk sarge sent me down,
see if I could get a sketch.
Sorry. No witnesses, so no sketches.
This place is a mess. We don't even got a body,
and no clue what the hell happened here.
What'd you get?
Well, it's the same killer.
There's claw marks all over the place.
Victim looks like he was some sort of drug addict.
Well, question is, what kind of drug?
I couldn't get close enough.
Oh. That's my specialty, hon. I'll be right back.
Okay. You were half right.
He was a drug addict, but guess what his drug of choice was?
The trilsettum?
Exactly.
Come on. Let's go.
Okay. We're all clear. You ready?
Uh, no. But let's do it.
And just where do you two think you're going?
Oh, God. We're dead.
No, we're not.
Yes. We're gonna get suspended and my dad's gonna kill me, therefore, I die.
No, you can do anything you want in this world. Anything, anytime.
- Just remember how special you are, Daph. - Chris Minor.
I'm not surprised to see you trying to exit the premises... Again.
But with Daphne Powell?
You both need to join me in my office immediately.
- Daphne... - Vice Principal Nance?
We're... not going to your office.
No real need to go to my office, is there?
A note. Get us a note.
Um, and you should write us a note
excusing us from class.
You know what? I'm gonna write you a note,
excusing you both from class today.
Come on. Do one more.
Uh, how about some extra money...
for gas?
Before you go...
buy yourselves a little something special... On me.
All right. Here's what we know...
two supers have been targeted and killed,
and it seems a third is our suspect.
But why kill one of his own kind?
You know what? Can I just ask a question?
Does it really matter? If this guy wants to find
all the supervillains and take care of 'em,
why should we stop him? He's doing us a favor, isn't he?
George, people are being murdered in cold blood.
Yeah, cold-blooded people. That second victim
had an impressive rap sheet.
Wouldn't doubt if the same goes for Jane Doe.
So you're saying when it comes to supers,
- it's guilty until proven innocent? - Chances are, yeah.
Powell family excluded.
Look, if our supervigilante
wants to take out all the bad people,
why should we risk our own lives getting in his way?
After what I've seen firsthand,
these people being turned into monsters against their will,
I can't say that any of them deserve to die,
especially not like this.
Now if no one can stop this guy, then we have to...
with or without your help.
Steph, do not be like that. You know I'm gonna help you.
The problem is, we gotta figure out
where this guy's headed next.
I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean to scare you. - No, it's my fault.
I tend to spaz when I find strange men
lurking in front of my apartment.
Oh, not that you're strange...
or even necessarily lurking.
Can I help you?
Uh, actually, I'm...
I'm looking for a friend of mine.
I understand he's been staying here.
Well, if you're talking about Joshua, trust me,
this is the last place you're gonna find him.
Really?
Yep.
No, I'm pretty sure he's been here.
Well, I'm even prettier sure that he's not here now.
We broke up, and I haven't talked to him since, so...
Well, all right.
Okay.
I'm... I'm sorry to have bothered you.
It's you.
It's me what?
Oh, my God.
Okay, whoever you think I am,
I'm pretty sure you've got me
- confused with somebody else. - Ain't no use lying to me.
- I know you're one of them, too. - I'm not lying.
At times like this, I make it a firm policy
to exclusively tell the truth!
Okay. Someone or something tried to attack me...
a man, but with claws.
And not like hot wolverine claws,
but like scary wild animal claws.
And he said he was looking for Joshua.
Okay. A... and what are you looking for?
Well, maybe he was right. Maybe Joshua's here, too.
Under your bed?
I don't know. He lied about everything else.
Maybe he can turn invisible, too.
Katie, Joshua's not coming back.
All right.
Then who just telekinetically launched that manimal
into my neighbor's car?
Did I just do that?
Yeah, I... I think that you just did that.
Okay.
I need to sit down.
All right.
So far this guy's only attacked supers.
So he must have known somehow that Katie has powers.
How? I didn't even know I have powers.
And also, how the hell do I have powers?
Katie, I'll take you to the lab, and we'll run some tests.
No, no. We have to take her someplace safe.
If this guy went after Katie,
he's not working off some hit list.
He's like an animal, hunting.
Hunting anyone who has powers.
The kids.
- I'll pull them out of school right now. - I can get there faster.
All right, uh, me and Katie... we'll meet you at the lair.
- Okay, let's go. - Okay.
What are the odds you're calling me with good news?
I got news. You tell me if it's good or not.
The list of targets you gave me... it's incomplete.
- What are you talking about? - There's people out there
with the scent, who... who aren't on it,
like this family, the Powells.
Are you sure?
Well, you don't pay me to guess.
So...
what do you want me to do about it?
Kill them all.
List or no list,
if there's trilsettum in their blood, I want them dead.
The kid refuses to do the work.
This sounds more like
a you problem than a me problem.
Well, maybe if I knew why these equations were so important,
- I could... - Oh, you have three degrees,
mr. Litchfield, and you're teaching high school.
Since when has knowledge helped you achieve anything?
I can't just force him to do it.
Well, we each have our own ways of getting things done.
Do I need to show you mine?
No, sir.
I'll... I'll get it done.
Mr. Powell.
I said you needed to finish this.
Why were you unable to complete these equations?
Look, I have to get to my next class.
I'll speak to your next teacher. They'll understand
if you're tardy, but I need to see some progress.
You need to see a shrink.
What was that? Mr. Powell, don't underestimate my authority...
J.J.?
Mom?
Mrs. Powell.
I was just complimenting your son on his tenacity and haircut.
Great. Look, uh, we have a family emergency, and I need
to take J.J. out of school for the rest of the afternoon.
Whatever you need. Keep up the good work, J.J.
Where's your sister? She's not in her fifth-period class.
I don't know. What's going on?
Okay, I'll explain later. Just right now we need to find her.
It's not safe for any of us to be alone.
Well, I don't think that she's alone.
Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. J.J., Daphne could be in real trouble.
If you know where she is, you need to...
She's with Chris. They ditched.
- And went where? - I don't know.
Chris just said that they were gonna do something special.
Thank you so much for coming out.
Are you ready to do this?
- Hi. - Sorry. You guys are not on the list.
Aw, come on. It's a video shoot. You're telling me
there's not enough room for two more people in the crowd?
Unless they've changed the definition
of "Not on the list," then yeah, that's what I'm telling you.
At least we tried.
But we haven't tried everything.
Look. Come on. We're here.
Let's just have some fun. You really want to go back
to school, listen to ms. Becker drone on about cosines?
You're a good person, Daphne. You deserve this.
So... what do you say?
I say...
Excuse me.
- Look, I told you... - I know, we're not on the list.
But what you didn't realize is that we're with Sara's label,
and you need to escort us to the front row.
Right. Sorry. Let me get you some laminates. Follow me to the front row.
Thanks.
You are so cool.
I know. Keep telling me it.
Angular like the joker.
Oh, in the cartoon, not the movie.
And intense, hulk-like eyes.
Okay...
What? Not green eyes. Dark, intimidating eyes.
You said hulk-like.
I meant in demeanor.
Hair.
Lots of it.
Scruffy, unkempt, dark...
Very Tony Stark in his "Demon in a Bottle" days.
How did someone as fine as you become such a geek?
What are you doing?
Trying to make something move across the room and hit you.
Of all the frigging sidekicks to get superpowers,
it had to be this one.
We got him.
How about these guys? Any of 'em look familiar?
Yes. That one. Lucas Winnick.
Well, his file says that he's currently on death row.
Well, then what was he doing standing in my front yard?
I think I know. Lucas Winnick is a patient of dr. King's.
Wait, you've met the guy who attacked me?
Not just that. I think I created him.
Maybe he wants some sort of revenge.
Well, I'm not gonna stand here and wait to find out.
Where you going?
His last known address.
We have to find this guy before he finds us.
Wait, Jim. Has anyone heard from Daphne?
- She wasn't at school? - No, and she's not answering her cell.
- I'm gonna go look for her. - No, you find Winnick.
I'm gonna go back to the house,
see if Daphne's there, and bring her back here, okay?
- All right. - Okay.
I'm 'a need a bigger lair.
Daphne?
Daphne.
If you're here with Chris, we'll talk about that later,
but right now we have to get somewhere safe.
She's not here, dr. Powell.
But I don't want you to worry.
Now that I got her scent,
I can find her for you real quick.
Look...
look, if you're angry about what happened to you, I can...
Angry?
Why would I be angry?
You set me free.
And for that, I ask you to spare my family.
You mean like
a "you scratch my back, I scratch yours" kind of thing?
Look, you've been given a second chance.
Don't waste it like this.
And do what? Get a job?
You know anyone else who's gonna hire somebody off of death row?
"Anyone else"? Did someone hire you to kill us?
Doesn't matter.
No. Look, if... if there's someone else behind this,
you could turn them in, make a deal.
We have a friend that's an A.D.A.,
maybe we could help you get a lighter sentence.
After everything I've done?
You'd really do that for me?
Yes. Yes, I would.
Why?
Because...
more than anyone, we understand what you're going through.
Dr. Powell, your...
your concern means...
absolutely nothing to me.
On the bright side,
at least you don't have to watch me kill the rest of your family.
Look. Look, look.
- What? - It moved.
It didn't move.
Uh, well, then you must not have been looking,
because it definitely moved.
Oh, look. There.
You shook the table.
Okay, fine. So I shook the table.
It's only because this is so frustrating.
I have moved a guy, a vase, and a chair.
Why can't I just move a stupid glass when I want to?
You find Winnick?
No. The address belonged to his mother,
and as far as she knows, he's still in prison.
You sure she's not hiding him? Did you see, like,
a big scratching post, or a giant litter box?
Wait a minute. Where's Stephanie?
She didn't get back from the house yet.
What? Why didn't you call me?
Where you going now?
Home.
Steph?
Stephanie!
Oh, my God!
- Steph... - I'm fine, I'm fine.
My... my metabolism... I'm a fast healer.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
What... what happened?
Winnick...
he found me,
and I... I think I stained the floor.
Okay. Hang on, sweetheart. I'm gonna call 911.
- No, baby, no. - What?
An E.R. doc would take my blood, ask too many questions.
- I don't care. You need... - This is my fault. I did this.
Just... Be quiet... Please...
I created him.
All right. Shh.
Daphne... where's Daphne?
- I'm gonna get you out of here. Come on. - Daphne!
♪ Aah ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ No words ♪
♪ My tears won't make any room for more, and it ♪
♪ don't hurt ♪
♪ like anything I've ever felt before, this is ♪
Isn't this better than social studies?
- Best ditch day ever. Thank you. - No, thank you.
I'm just the idea man. You're the one that pulled it off.
♪ Just me ♪
♪ in a room sunk down in a house in a town, and I ♪
♪ don't breathe ♪
♪ though I never meant to let it get away from me, now ♪
♪ too much to hold, everybody has to ♪
♪ get their hands on gold, and I want... ♪
Hey, look, look, I know this sofa's really comfortable,
but wouldn't she be better off in a hospital?
I have a very stubborn wife.
I just need time to let my speed-healing work.
You know a great place for that would be? A hospital.
Jim, find Daphne.
- J.J. - Look, I don't know where she is, I swear.
Yeah, but you can find out,
by hacking into her e-mail, her phone, whatever it takes.
Dad, if I do that, she'll never speak to me again.
If she gets killed, she'll never speak to you again, either.
You make a good point.
I got it. It's a text from Chris.
It says that they're on for Sara B at Windward Hall.
♪ I'm going down ♪
♪ Follow if you want, I won't just hang around ♪
♪ like you'll show me where to go ♪
Oh, not again.
What?
My dad's calling. I'm gonna find someplace
that sounds like the library to call him back.
Okay. Good luck with that.
♪ I'm going down ♪
♪ Follow if you want, I won't just hang around ♪
Daphne?
Daphne Powell?
My name's Lucas Winnick. The school sent me.
Look, I can explain...
I'm sorry.
I... I have some, uh, difficult news.
Your mother's been attacked.
What?
Her condition's very serious. She's at St. Joseph's.
- Oh, my God! - Well, now,
there's no reason to get too alarmed just yet,
but obviously, we wanted to inform the family.
All right. Let me just go tell my boyfriend what happened.
I'm sorry. We... we don't have time for that.
If... if you just come with me, I can take you to her.
Sure.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know where to park. I'm just around this corner.
Um, what happened to my mom, exactly?
It appears as though she was attacked in your home.
Random, really.
Attacked?
Yeah, the police think it was some kind of animal.
But I can assure you...
it was not.
Daphne, get out of here. Go home.
Dad!
Brave man, deciding to orphan his children.
Go home.
You know that stuff they injected you with?
They say it brings out who you really are at your core.
Well, you must have been one animal when you were a kid.
That's what your mama says.
Speaking of family, I think I still got
a little bit of your wife left under my fingertips,
if you want something to remember her by.
Dad! Stop!
Just call the police, okay?
His powers are gonna wear off, right?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't know what he might do to you.
What about mom?
He said something about her. Is she gonna be okay?
Her fever's 106, and her pulse is thready.
Mom? Mom?
What's going on?
Mom. Mom!
She looks worse.
Well, her body's trying to heal itself,
but she seems to have contracted some kind of infection.
All right, that's it. Hospital. Now.
No, Jim.
No, they'll find out about us. We'll be even more exposed.
Dad.
It looks like staphylococcus aureus.
It could kill her if it's untreated.
We could try beta-lactam antibacterials.
Cephalosporin? Oxazolidone?
If we push the wrong one, it could make her worse,
and I don't have time to do the research.
I'm sorry, but this is my call now,
and there is one doctor we can take her to.
Someone you can trust.
Not exactly.
Oh, my God. W.. what...
- She was attacked. One of your supers. - What are you talking about?
The man you had Steph inject last week... he did this,
and now she's dying.
Well... we have to get... get her to a hospital.
- They have the proper equipment... - You know that can't happen!
- Why not? - Stop. Enough! No more games!
You know what we are, and we know what you're doing,
so let's stop pretending
and do everything we can to save her life!
Right now!
Okay.
Staphylococcus aureus.
It's aggressive.
The super who attacked her must have been carrying
some kind of drug-resistant bacteria.
Then give her medicine.
The infection's too widespread.
What about your serum? The trilsettum formula.
Steph said it's like some sort of miracle cure.
With extremely unpredictable side effects...
I don't care!
If anything happen...
I can't let anything happen to her.
Here, let me. She's my wife.
Nothing's happening. It didn't work!
- Jim, just wait. - But she's dying!
She needs more. Give her another shot! Please!
Be patient. Let the trilsettum do its job.
Jim.
Sweetie.
W... what am I doing here?
Shh, sweetheart. I'll explain later.
You just rest now, okay?
Rest.
Just rest, honey.
Okay.
How can I help you, ms. Powell?
Um, J.J. asked that I give this to you...
the answer to the equation you gave him.
Oh. God.
Thank God Powell delivered.
That bastard would 'ave killed me if I'd come back empty-handed.
Something else I can help you with?
Um, no.
Thanks.
Hey, J.J., it's me. Listen, something weirder than usual
just happened with mr. Litchfield, um, and I think
that we should talk, so call me whenever you get this. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's your mom doing?
She came home last night. She's gonna be okay.
Good. I'm glad.
I had a lot of fun with you yesterday.
Me, too...
I guess...
'cause I really think that we should just take a break
from this whole mind-pushing thing.
Ah, come on, Daphne.
Relax. Think about all the cool stuff we could do.
- I don't know, Chris... - Just wait until you see the wish list
I've been working on. Okay?
We're gonna have so much fun.
Sir, the C.E.O. is here to see you.
Oh, I'm not really prepared for that...
Get up, Dayton.
I know how you've missed me.
This is a welcome surprise. I... I thought you were still abroad.
I can only be an absentee landlord if I trust my super,
and currently, I do not.
Our... our year-end fiscal report has never been rosier.
I don't give a damn about that.
Why are the supers running free around the city?
I'm very sorry. I take full responsibility.
It's my fault.
I allowed you to operate with no oversight
when clearly, you need a firm hand.
Which is why, from now on,
I shall be directly overseeing your every move.
So tell me, any more surprises?
Well, there is one thing.
My "research" has brought us closer to solving
the equation for power permanence.
Once I've identified the final variable,
I'll be able to make the serum's effects last
without reinjections.
Dayton.
Had I not heard this intriguing news,
this conversation would have ended very differently for you.
Hey. I just came to grab my mom's stuff.
Katie, are... are you all right?
I figured out why I have powers.
It's 'cause of Joshua.
I thought that when he left, that I would just move on,
but I couldn't. I didn't. It was like he'd...
left a piece of himself with me, but I dismissed that
as an emotional response, not a physiological one,
so when I administered a battery of tests to try
and learn why I was experiencing these super-like symptoms,
I... I really did not expect to receive these results.
Oh, my God, Katie.
You're pregnant.
- Hey. - Whoa, whoa. W... where do you think
you're going? You shouldn't even be on your feet.
Oh, no. I was just gonna go for a quick run.
I've been cooped up in this house all day.
I'm practically bouncing off the walls.
Stephanie, you were just injected. This stuff
could have side effects we don't even know about.
I feel fine. I feel better than fine. I feel great.
I'll be back in a minute, literally. I promise.
Honey...
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