The Tomorrow People

My name is Stephen Jameson.

I'm one of the Tomorrow People.

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...

Your new friends want you to believe that your father is still alive.

They lied to you.

- Dad? - Son.

You need to go back.

Why don't you come back with me?

I can't. Not until you find my body.

What is all this stuff?

Remnants of your father's various experiments.

What is this?

Your father never told me.

But it does rather seem to like you, doesn't it?

Who are you?

Don't hurt me.

I'll give you anything you want.

Wait a second. I can explain.

Oh, my God.

- Whoo! - That was...

Long overdue.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just not sure about this whole sleeping together

and working together.

I respect your authority.

In and out of the bedroom.

It looks like someone just had a horizontal jaunting match.

Can it, Russ.

What's up?

We got Tim to analyze the device

you had in my dad's box of old stuff.

It appears to be a key of some sort.

Part of a larger device.

But the code is unlike anything I've ever encountered.

- As opposed to the standard binary operation... - Shh!

English, Tim.

The component is biological in nature.

It's bound to Stephen's father.

Okay. But what does it do?

We think it's looking for Roger.

Phoning home.

Which means my dad's body might still be out there.

Like physically out there.

So you think Jedikiah was lying and that your dad wasn't cremated.

All we have to do is get inside his mind and find out where.

We tried that already.

Almost got us all killed.

It's not worth the risk.

We're talking about my father.

Technically, if we could get his guard down...

I'm sorry, Stephen.

You want to chance your life on a theory,

you're gonna have to do it on your own.

I've got a better idea.

- This next one's for all the ladies in the house. - No. No, no, no.

Whatever you think you're gonna... don't! Just,

whatever. Who cares? Do it.

Talk it over!

Totally fighting over me.

But tonight's not about me, amigo.

Tonight is about you.

How you need some rebound frivolity.

I'm sorry Russell. I'm less interested in talking up girls,

more interested in finding my dad's body.

Ew! That sounded super weird.

Hey, it's two in the morning.

Nothing to do right now but get weird.

That was my partner from Ultra.

Great. Invite her out.

That girl needs to get laid even more than you do.

I can't. We got a new case.

There's a breakout who think she's a superhero.

She's using her powers to save humans and she leaves a rose.

What?

I don't know, it's her mark.

You know, Zorro has a Z, she has a flower.

That's a lot of money for the odds, kid.

Spare me the editorial and spin.

I'm feeling lucky tonight.

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute!

Should have listened to the dealer.

Looks like you were getting a little too hot for your own good.

What do you mean?

Win that spin and those goons would have taken you downstairs

to kick the crap out of you.

So, I cooled you off.

You're welcome.

Russell, hey!

You got to sober up, buddy.

So what's the deal? Ultra's going to take her powers?

No.

They're gonna kill her.

- synced and corrected by chamallow - - web dl sync snarry -

Hey. I got your message.

And I thought we were looking for a chick.

A chick? Pull yourself together, you smell like a frat house.

What are you talking abou I was at home, studying.

Your bluff sucks.

God knows how you convinced the bouncer that you were 21.

Meet Avery Fletcher.

Conspiracy theorist.

With a blog called The Fletcher Files.

In addition to nanorobots in our water supply,

he has a few theories about our superhero.

Don't you pal?

Been tracking her for years.

She has a name.

Red Avenger.

Where am I?

Is this like a secret CIA within the CIA?

Tell us where we can find her.

- Or I will cut off your... - Hey. Hey.

What do you have a tick?

Don't get too comfortable.

Sorry about that, my partner is a little unhinged.

Full disclosure. She scares the crap out of me.

Now. You got to give me something

about this Red Avenger. Right, anything. Just to get

- her off both of our backs. - I...

- I don't know. - Come on, like where is she from?

No idea.

Well what's the deal with the rose?

It's an American Beauty hybrid red in 14 or 16.

Look I don't have anything to do with those envelopes

of white power that got sent to the Governor.

That was just baking soda, I swear.

Okay, okay. Yeah.

What are you going to tell your partner?

Um, that you are just some harmless wacko.

Oh, my God. Thank you so much.

Sorry to sneak up on you.

No problem.

Just blowing off a little steam.

I was only gone a few weeks, but...

sometimes it feels like the whole world has changed.

Yeah, you're telling me.

Look, John. I wanted to talk to you about your problems

trying to get inside Jedikiah's head.

You were eavesdropping.

It'll never work.

Stephen won't get what he needs. Jedikiah's too cautious.

But maybe I can find out where he's hiding Roger's body.

- How? - He trusts me.

I'll go to him.

And when he's least expecting it...

Are you sure this isn't just about you missing your boyfriend?

Yeah.

I'll have to talk to Cara.

She and I have never seen eye to eye,

but you know Jedikiah.

You know there's more to him than...

You're not a prisoner down here.

You're here for your own safety.

I go topside without permission,

Cara's never going to let me come back.

I need you to cover for me while I'm gone.

You get caught snooping around in Jedikiah's brain,

you're definitely not coming back.

I hate it when someone steals the toy without eating any cereal.

Remember that superhero I told you about?

Turns out you know her.

Knew her.

We met in Vegas four years ago.

The girl was a total player.

Schooled me sideways.

So, naturally, I had to partner up.

Had a good run, too.

Took casinos from Macau to Montreal for

more money than we could spend.

Then you fell for her.

Russell does not fall.

I'm sorry to report Russell,

but my search for recent records on Talia has proven fruitless.

Look,

Talia and I, we have unfinished business.

I can't let Ultra get her.

Okay, we don't have a ton of leads yet.

But this rose she leaves, it's

a pretty rare hybrid.

Red 14 or something.

It must be red 16.

That was her roulette play.

That particular varietal may be found locally

at the Rockefeller Rose Garden in the Bronx.

Pull up surveillance of the gardens,

see if we can find our girl.

I can't believe she actually went through with it.

More fun being partners than competitors, isn't it?

I'm calling room service.