Marvel's Runaways

Previously, on Marvel's Runaways...

- Jesus, Alex! - Found it in my dad's desk.

Chase was right. We've gotta protect ourselves.

I don't understand. It's never taken this long before.

You don't feel anything at all?

We're gonna need another sacrifice.

- The solution is right... - We are in trouble here, Victor.

I know I screwed up.

First the girl, and now this false alarm?

What is going on with you?

Maybe the bracelet is some kind of inhibitor?

Which would explain why my mom never wanted me to take it off.

Get away from her!

Holy shit, it does what I say.

Give me that. What is this thing called?

Fistigons.

I've made arrangements for you at the Crater.

- What? - I sense that you're ready to go Ultra.

So my parents are serial killers,

and Karolina's mother handpicks the victims.

Alex cracked the files.

They weren't about any ceremony.

They were about...

Destiny isn't the only runaway

to go missing from your church.

Alex! Alex! Someone took Alex!

Yo, G! That's my boy.

You off to see that fine-ass lawyer of yours?

Whoo!

Guess she can't get enough of that Wilder flavor.

Man! You get all the breaks, bro.

You the one who's halfway out the door.

I need every break I can get in here.

Have fun!

Wrong room.

You're Geoffrey Wilder, right?

Please. I'm sure you'll be interested in what I have to say.

Trying to run some shit without my lawyer?

'Cause I ain't going for no plea bargain.

Who okayed this? This is a violation of my client's rights.

Uh-oh, did it now.

Perfect timing, like always.

Catherine Henderson, Mr. Wilder's attorney.

The DA sent you?

No, I'm here of my own accord.

I have a business proposal for you.

I'm happy to continue with your attorney present, if that works for you.

She's in on every deal I make. So, yeah, she stays.

Very well, then.

I believe your uncle left you this property when he passed.

- Is that correct? - It's an old strip mall.

How you know about that?

I'd like to buy it from you.

My opening offer is $5 million.

Five million dollars for a junk property in South Central?

What's the fine print?

I understand it's probably more than it's worth, but...

I'd like to make this agreement quickly.

No white man's gonna drop that much cake on some dump

if there wasn't more to it.

What, the X mark the spot to some buried treasure or something?

You're a perceptive fellow, Mr. Wilder.

Truth is, you have a hidden gem on your hands.

I'd like to see it reach its full potential.

You're in real estate, then.

Didn't realize Compton was on the next gentrification train.

I can't speak to future market value,

but I assure you I have nothing but the best intentions for this property.

Perhaps you'd like some time

to get the clarity you need.

I'll see myself out. Thank you.

Uh, no, I don't need any more time in here.

I got all the clarity I need.

If someone like you wants to know something in my neighborhood,

then you gonna need a partner.

Even with your fine legal counsel,

you may be incarcerated for some time.

Doesn't make for a very convenient partnership.

I can handle my business from the inside.

Not my business.

I'm sorry, it's a take-it-or-leave-it offer.

You can keep the map.

What if I were to say that in a month he'd be a free man?

That could be a different story.

- It's breakfast time for the cheetah. - Ooh.

Ooh, got him.

- Hey, hey. - Yo.

What's up, G? You don't look like a dude

who just got a hand job from his Tenderoni lawyer.

What, she break up with you?

Nah, nah, nothing like that.

Your Nana B, she still got that, um, that breathing thing?

With the oxygen tanks and all that?

Yeah. Somebody gotta go check on it every day.

Why you ask?

And Tamar, she got two little ones now, right?

What's going on, G?

What if I told you I'd look out for them,

take care of them for life?

I'd say thank you, but why?

Because I need something from you.

To call it a favor don't do it justice.

Okay.

I need you to tell them

that you shot Osiris, not me.

I got a deal on the table that'll change all our lives.

The thing is, I gotta get out of here to make it work.

G, man, you asking me to do a dime at least, bro.

I know what I'm asking.

We've always been there for each other, right?

Since we was kids.

Yeah, man, but...

I'm just an accessory to some shit,

and like you said, I got my foot out the door...

Yeah, but you go right back where you were, straight hustle.

But what I'm saying, we move up.

A different life, man,

for Nana B, for Tamar and those babies.

For you.

All right, big homie, I got you.

Just don't forget me, G.

Never.

Where are we going?

Alex, my man...

you're about to find out who your father really is.

Keep going. We almost there.

Hey. Currently training on Dagobah. Leave a message.

Alex, I-I don't know if you'll even get this, but just...

If you do, just call me, okay? I...

- I don't even know what to say. - What if it was my church?

What if they figured out that we got those files on all those kids?

No, no, please don't tell me that everything is gonna be okay.

My mom is a murderer. All of our parents are murderers.

Hey.

The only way to figure this out is to stick together.

But right now, we just need to get Alex back.

Okay?

You ready to go?

Where are we going? We have no clue where Alex is.

Did you steal that from your mom?

You're in trouble.

You think it can help us?

I'm counting on it.

- ( click ) - ( Nico grunts )

Show us the way to Alex.

So much for the magical Wiccan proclamations.

What is that thing?

I don't know, but I think I'm in love.

The lights are pretty, but how is this helping?

I think it's the heat signature of the car that took Alex.

Yeah, the staff is trying to lead us to him.

- I'll drive. - Wait! Hold on a second.

I am all for the idea of rescuing Alex,

but we have no clue what we're going up against.

- It could be my church. - Or the cops.

Alex and I found out our parents were paying off the police.

Okay, so, just so I understand,

we're either gonna be facing off against Gibborim enforcer types,

or a corrupt branch of the LAPD...

Could just be generic kidnappers.

...with no weapons and no plans.

We have the staff and each other.

Plus, like I keep telling you guys,

I'm really, really strong!

Molly, not now! What about Chase?

I sent him, like, a million texts, but he hasn't answered any of them.

Shouldn't he be here?

We'll keep trying him on the way, but we can't lose Alex.

Do you think the Pentagon will want to buy the design from me?

If you can get the myoelectric sensors operating

at a quick enough response rate, I don't see why not.

I figure with the right LAWS, these things

will be able to shoot a drone out of the sky.

- LAWS? - You know, laser-aided weapon systems.

Yes, I'm aware.

How is it that you know all this,

but you've never gotten above a B-minus in calculus?

Calc's boring. I like practical applications.

Oh, I got it.

Sorry. I didn't mean to.

Uh, I-I know I've been hard on you.

I'm just trying to get you to be your best.

I want you to do greater things with your life than I have.

You've, like, actually changed the world.

I'll never top that.

Don't be so sure.

You know, there was a time

before the money and obligations...

when it was just me, my imagination, and my hands.

It's when the ideas were the purest.

Working with you reminds me of that.

I like working with you, too, Dad.

You know, there was an invention in those days

I could never quite get right.

It was something very close to my heart.

Maybe we could dig it out,

see if we can perfect the damn thing, together.

Yeah. That'd be cool.

Yeah.

- Try this. - Yeah.