Powers

Previously on Powers...

Powers Division is a circus.

Without help from other Powers, you're fucked.

I call it a Drainer. It takes away their powers.

You drain me, you drain yourself.

Green light comes on, power goes off.

It's cool that you're Diamond and shit,

but it's not like you're SuperShock.

Or Retro Girl.

She's only, like, a goddess.

My dad would lose his shit,

and my mom would stand in between me and him,

and she would take as many punches as she could.

She pretended to be you to make herself strong.

You were a thing.

Oh, my God, you hooked up with Retro Girl?

You lost your powers and your head for me.

I didn't want you because you had powers.

I just wanted you.

I have powers.

It's really hard waiting to find them.

You are one powered atoning motherfucker.

You know what they didn't get right in this game?

No regular people die.

It's cool, but what is it?

When Powers are around, people die.

- We're just trying to raise awareness. - Who's "we"?

Well, I was hoping you'd help.

It's branding.

You know, the connections between the words "Kaotic Chic"

- and the fucked up shit Powers do. - Just stop.

- I gotta call you back later. - Just get online.

Our video has 30,000 plays already.

Calista, wait.

- What's her name? - I only know her, Kaotic Chic.

Powers killed my mom.

The world is more complicated than that, Krispin.

- My name's Zora. - What do you do?

Uh, light. I do stuff with light.

What the fuck are you doing?

Don't worry. I've been living for this.

Ugh!

My dad, he loves telling that story.

He always leaves out the part

about the 1/2 million in cash that went missing.

You're so full of shit.

The story you've been telling all day, I know.

I'll have my things out of the house by tonight.

We know everything their powered clients are doing and going to do.

We know where they are and where they're going.

You ready to change the world?

What are you doing tonight?

I have to go back on patrol.

Okay, sure. Yeah.

I have an hour.

Really?

I'm a Power.

It is my very sad duty to report that Retro Girl has been murdered.

It is a loss that we may never, ever recover from.

She kept us safe. She kept us full of hope.

The world has been dealt a devastating blow.

Walker, I'm so very sorry.

Let me take you home, or to a bar.

We can go drink ourselves under a table and let these guys deal with this, okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I've asked Commander Emile Cross

from the Powers Division to head up this investigation.

Commander?

Thank you.

We're in the process of piecing together the details of this crime

and will report back to you as soon as we've analyzed them.

Whoa! Drive like that and we're gonna get pulled over.

We're late. Really late.

It won't matter if we're in jail.

We're not stopping. Not for anything.

He's not someone who accepts excuses very well.

Mystery Man's got to see how committed we are.

Right? Especially after what we did.

- Right? - Yeah, he does. For sure.

- So... - He's really proud of us.

But this is just the beginning.

The Powers are going down one by one.

A terrorist group known as Kaotic Chic

has claimed responsibility,

but as yet we have no actual evidence

to support their claim.

We need a shortcut. Pop this into Waze.

12650 Burlington. See what it says.

Wait... What?

The address of where we're going.

Yeah, I know.

This is the address of Powers Division.

We will be deploying all the resources

at the department to investigate every lead.

You do not have to do this.

This is some horrible, fucked up shit, Walker.

If there's anyone out there who has any information

that could help in bringing those responsible

for this unspeakable act to justice,

then please contact us.

Why would he want us to go to...

- Give me the fucking phone. - No.

Seriously?

What?

What's she doing on your phone?

After you told me you were never going to see her again.

- Give me my phone. - Fuck no.

Shit!

Stop the car!

I have time for just a few questions.

Yes, Bob?

Have you ruled out suicide?

Uh, we haven't ruled out anything as yet at this stage,

but that scenario seems highly unlikely. Yes?

What makes you think the Powers Division can handle this investigation properly

after the Wolfe debacle?

- I wouldn't call it a debacle. - Really?

With literally hundreds of casualties, fatalities?

- Wolfe is dead. - Thanks to Johnny Royalle.

Next question.

So what you're saying is that the Powers Division

isn't equipped to deal with the investigation.

Next question. Yes?

Why won't you answer her question?

I didn't hear a question. I heard a totally unfounded accusation.

Answer the question, Commander.

You know what? A great hero,

perhaps the greatest hero since SuperShock, has just been savagely murdered.

And you want to rake up some muck.

For what?

Headlines?

This press conference is over.

What the fuck are you doing, Krispin?

We're already late as it is. He's gonna kill us.

Look, I need my phone.

We don't have time for this. We can always come back.

Hey, Marigold where are you going?

Hey! Hey! Hey, come back!

As you probably gathered by the warm reception

given by our friends in the Fourth Estate,

we are up shit creek without a paddle if we don't solve this crime immediately,

so, thoughts?

It's a smoke screen.

The whole "Kaotic Chic" thing is bullshit.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

Same M.O. As the grasshopper woman, Jumpstriker.

Exactly. It's too clean.

It's too easy. Someone staged the whole thing.

Who?

It would've had to have been a Power.

But the tag's right there, Walker, same as before.

And I know that he's your ex-partner's boy,

but we really need to call in Krispin, at least for questioning.

Come on, Deena, really?

You think a 17-year-old kid just brought down

one of the most powerful superheroes of all time?

Cuts her throat, for Christ's sakes?

She was invulnerable.

Weirder fucking shit has happened.

Plus a Power killed both of his parents.

Talk about motivation.

Who are you thinking of specifically?

Johnny Royalle for one.

He's the hero of the goddamn day.

What... What does he have to gain?

I haven't the slightest fucking idea,

but frankly, I don't think he needs a reason

for any of the fucked up shit that he does,

and I think Deena and I should pay him a visit.

- I'm in. - No, no, no, no.

You're not going to Royalle's place or anywhere else.

Why not?

Because Walker is not on this case.

I'm the only person in this department with the contacts to solve this crime.

Pilgrim, you take lead. Work with Kutter.

- Oh, Christ, Kutter? - What the fuck?

You know as well as I do that you are too close.

He's right. You know where to find me.

Walker... Walker, wait.

We can talk Cross out of this, you know we can.

- No. - He just needs time.

- No, it's better this way. - No, not better.

This is the worst fucking thing ever.

It's better.

I don't have to follow the rules.

- Fuck 'em. - Oh, okay.

What do you need me to do?

Anything Cross tells you to do.

Including partnering with Kutter? I'd rather gargle with broken glass.

- You'll be fine. - And what about you?

Will you be fine?

No.

But I can't let her down again, Deena.

Not again.

- Commander Cross? - Yes?

Agents Lange and Schlag, FBI.

I know who you are.

Then you know why we're here.

We don't need any supervision.

Because of the worldwide implications in Retro Girl's death,