The Tomorrow People

My name is Stephen Jameson.

I'm one of the Tomorrow People,

the next step in human evolution.

They call our powers the three T's.

- Telepathy... - Stephen?

Telekinesis...

And teleportation.

There is a shadow war going on between us and Ultra...

- No! - ... the secret organization that hunts us.

The only way to keep my species from going extinct

is to find my father.

And the only way to do that is by working for the enemy.

Previously on The Tomorrow People...

You were at the train tracks.

And then, all of a sudden, you were just... not.

I wasn't anywhere near a train.

You're really gonna stand there and lie to my face?

- Our kind can't even kill. - Yet.

But you are one mutation away from acquiring that ability.

After all of that, he just ups and leaves.

Hey, I admit... it took some convincing.

What took you so long?

- Hey. - What? I got him holed up.

- What are we waiting for? - We wait for backup.

- Two against one, Darce. I like our odds. - You are still in training.

We wait for the TAC squad.

By the time they get here, he could be long gone.

Hey! Stephen!

Stand the hell down. Stephen!

Darcy, I got him cornered.

Time!

You know how many rules of engagement you just broke?

- I have a feeling you're gonna tell me. - You disobeyed a superior.

- Again. - I thought we were partners.

You failed to wait for the TAC team.

I thought I could handle it without the goon squad. No offense.

And worst of all, you hesitated at the moment of contact.

She caught me off guard, okay? I was expecting her to be...

- different. - As in, not female?

Do you have a problem taking down a girl?

No! Of course not.

I've just never had to punch one in the face.

Thank you, Agent Nichols. Come here, Stephen. Look...

She's not a girl. She's the enemy.

A rogue paranormal who will do whatever it takes to escape,

who could wreak untold havoc in this world.

And the next time you don't strike first, she will.

And I won't be here to call "time."

- You got it? - Yeah.

Now, go home and get some sleep.

Can't. Gotta study.

- Yeah, I'm in the middle of a... - Training exercise?

Perhaps you should have started with the simulations

instead of sending your latest recruit to bring in Kurt Rundle.

Our paranormal bank robber.

Still in possession of his powers and still at large.

Or Killian McCrane, the target who tried to kill you.

Yes, I understand there have been some less than optimal operations recently.

It's time you brought him in. Roger's son.

- He's not ready. - Jedikiah, as I'm sure you know,

it's not me who's asking.

Hey.

Seriously?

We don't talk for a week and all I get is "hey"?

Hey, what happened to your face?

A girl punched me.

Wow. She beat me to it.

So, uh, homecoming. You gonna go?

Haven't really thought about it. You?

Well, normally I would go with my best friend,

but since we're not talking...

Because you lied to me.

I'm sorry.

So will you hit up the dance with me? Please?

I'll think about it.

Hey!

- Nice shiner. Darcy? - Different chick.

"Chick." No wonder she clocked you.

- Tim, pull up the file. - Yes, Cara.

Here's the file on Mark Menendez.

He's being held by your uncle.

Scheduled to have his powers extracted.

So, what, you want me to try and spring him?

I want you to be there when he has the serum injection.

As much as I hate any of us being subjected to your uncle's "cure,"

frankly, this guy had it coming.

What did he do?

Teleported into maximum security prisons,

teleported out with murderers, drug lords...

Ah, someone I'd like you to meet.

This is our resident genetics expert, Irene.

She'll explain the plan.

Genetics expert.

- What are you, like, 18? - Seventeen.

I graduated from Yale when I was 14,

and would've finished my PhD last year at MIT,

not to brag,

if I hadn't accidentally TK'd my dickhead advisor into a wall

and ended up for six months on a 5150.

Irene has a theory about Ultra's serum, the one that takes our powers.

If you can get her a sample, she thinks she can create an antidote.

It utilizes our DNA, which inserts palindromic sequences,

chimeric strands, into our code,

substituting human nucleotide patterns for our own.

But if we change the sticky end of the RDNA into a blunt end, well, then, um...

we all know what that means.

That the serum won't hurt us.

Oh, brains, too.

So?

- Can you get us a sample? - I will see what I can do.

Seriously, dude. What's your problem?

You followed me? What the hell?

I told you to keep an eye on him.

What, did you rob another bank?

- Caught him sneaking out of his mom's place. - Look, I was careful!

No one else saw me, all right?

I just wanted her to know I wasn't dead.

You are dead, Kurt.

To her and to everyone else you ever knew.

We do not make contact with humans.

You go topside on your own

and Ultra's kill squad follows you back down here,

you get us all killed.

- And we can't kill them back. - Guys, give him a break.

It's not easy to turn your back on your human life.

Exactly. He gets to live at home.

How is that fair?

Thank you, Stephen. Very helpful.

He gets to live up there so he can be embedded at Ultra.

- So he can use them to find his father. - I thought he was dead.

Stephen's father is the only one who can lead us to the Refuge.

Yeah, some sort of mythical safe haven for our species.

It exists.

How do you know? Have you seen it?

Have you been there, Chosen One?

Here's what I know.

There have to be more of us out there.

What if Stephen's father has found the Refuge

and just hasn't been able to make it back?

What if the rest of us are with him?

Anyone thinks that's a fairy tale, feel free to leave.

Kurt.

If you sneak off to mommy again, don't bother coming back.

Did you have to go so hard on him?

You think I like doing this?

They need to understand this isn't a game.

I get that. But I think we're all going a little stir crazy here.

Do you remember when we used to teleport

into Yankee Stadium just to play softball?

Or when you "borrowed"

Princess Grace's diamonds for me on New Year's?

Cara, you were captured by Ultra, almost got a psychic lobotomy last week.

I think a night out could do all of us a lot of good.

It's not worth the risk.

John, what's the point of surviving if we don't get to really live?

We're dying down here, John. All of us.

It seemed to be working out just fine,

before someone came along.

Get your hands off me, putos!

I swear to God, if I ever get out of...

You talk too much.

What do you want?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not listening.

- Do you need a hand? - I got this, thank you.

Look, Darcy.

I get that I'm still agent in training, okay?

And from now on, I'm gonna act like it.

Hand me the syringe.

Stephen.

Is he finished here?

I didn't need him in here in the first place.

We need to talk.

So, let me guess, I'm getting promoted?

There's someone who wants to meet you.

You and I are gonna be taking a little trip tomorrow.

Where?

Headquarters.

Wait, this isn't headquarters?

We're merely the tip of the spear.

I'm sorry, why do I feel like I've done something wrong?

Have you?

No.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Sir.

You said there's other people in charge of Ultra.

The ones who ordered my father's death,

is that who I'm going to meet?

I'll have a car waiting for you.

Oh, and Stephen,

don't go wandering off on me.

If your father had come when he was asked,

he might still be alive.

John?

What's this?

- "A night in Barcelona." - Club Barcelona.

It's an invitation to Molly Batchelder's 21st birthday.

Upper East Side gossip girl blowing it out on daddy's dime.

Tim got us on the guest list. It's got everything we're looking for.

Minimal security, lots of dark corners.

We get in, we have a few drinks, we get out.