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...

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

But you are one mutation away from acquiring that ability.

Jedikiah used brutal drug therapies to fry out the part of the brain

that blocks us from killing.

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

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

D Chips.

It's an ambush.

Irene!

- I got her. - What are you doing?

Breaking protocol.

Thank you.

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Russell.

My name is Russell.

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Dad, something's happening to me.

Sometimes when I'm playing...

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I did it! (LAUGHS)

Does that mean I win?

Uh, double or nothing?

Ok.

I'm pretty sure that guy was on to you.

Oh, relax. Here, for your brother's steroid fund.

- Football camp. - Same difference.

You said you needed dough. This is how we do.

Yeah, I just want to help out my mom,

but if she knew I was hustling pool, she would kill me.

Hey, you guys wanna play a round?

- I'm looking to break in my new rod. - Uh, we were just leaving.

It's called a cue, actually. A Vinotchka, to be precise.

That is a $10,000 rod.

- Piper. - Charmed, Piper. Russell, Stephen.

My dad's. He's got, like, a dozen of 'em.

- Rich girls. Love 'em. - Excuse us for just a second.

- Hey, how 'bout we quit while we're ahead? - (SCOFFING)

Sexy pants can afford to lose some.

- This one's for me. - Okay.

What do you say we play for a little cheddar?

Money? It'll make you a sharper player.

- It's cheaper than lessons. - Go easy on me?

Hmm.

Yes!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Russell, she's one of us.

Which means she can hear everything we're saying, genius.

Isn't that right, Piper?

What'd you say?

Russell!

Nobody hustles Russell.

Ugh.

- Now get the hell away from me. - Okay, okay. Easy, Piper.

Me and the guy you just cracked in the chest, we're like you.

You can read my mind, can't you?

- I can read yours, too. - Oh, yeah? What am I thinking?

Oh!

That girl's a gamer.

What were you two doing in a pool hall?

Last time we went topside, three of our own didn't come back.

We were tracking new breakouts and stuff.

- Did you explain to her who we were? - We tried.

Didn't have time to make our case.

She was quick. Like a she-ninja.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I have some information for Russell.

Lay it on me, Tim.

In scanning the newsfeeds, I flagged an item from the Portland Herald.

Last night, a local resident suffered a heart attack.

His name was listed in the obituary as Chan-Woo Kwon.

He passed away this morning.

That's my dad.

- My God, Russell. - No, uh... no, we...

weren't that close.

Excuse me.

Think he's all right?

He says he is, but...

I think he just wants to be alone.

Oh, man, of all the days for me to roll him into going up top.

Is there a good day to find out your father passed away?

Besides, if you two hadn't gone topside,

we never would have found out about the new breakout.

Yes, thank you for reminding me. I should have brought her in.

I should have gotten a read on her.

Look, we've all been a bit off lately.

It's hard not to be when

you watch your friends get gunned down right in front of you.

Irene.

Oh, I went by the hospital to see my mom.

Irene is out of the ICU,

but they're keeping her sedated until the swelling reduces.

That's great.

If they ID her,

and they put her in the system...

I will make sure she's not on Ultra's radar.

Cara.

Cara!

Are we ever gonna talk about this?

About what?

Ever since you saw me take out that agent,

you can barely look me in the eye.

You think I'm upset because you can kill?

You saved my life.

That's not what's come between us, John, I think you know that.

- Then what? - What else have you been protecting me from

all this time?

I can feel you blocking me out.

What are you so afraid of?

If everyone finds out that I can kill,

that Jedikiah warped me,

you think they'd still look up to me?

Or would this whole place fall apart?

That's what I'm afraid of, Cara.

I don't believe you. There's more.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to interrupt. Going somewhere?

Dad's funeral.

Thought you said you weren't close.

It just felt like I should be there.

Closure and all.

Russell, you know the rules. No contact with our human lives.

I gotta go home.

- If it means that I'm not allowed back... - It's okay.

- You can go. - Yeah?

Yeah. But I'm going with you.

You think I'm letting you go cross-country solo?

It takes multiple, long-range jumps.

I've mapped out a network of zones over the years

where you can land safely, lay low, and rest up.

- Memorial's Saturday afternoon. - We better get moving.

You know, you can't run away from this conversation, John.

We'll talk when I get back.

No one in or out of the lair until then.

Jameson.

Hallway. Now.

Who's this?

I know she's a friend of yours. Astrid Finch?

Yeah. I've seen her around.

She was at our last kill-squad op.

She followed you, Stephen.

If your uncle decides that she's a liability...

Okay, what do you want from me?

Nothing.

I'm gonna turn a blind eye this one time.

But let's be perfectly clear.

You cannot mix your old life with your new life.

- Do you understand? - Yeah. Completely.

Thank you for giving me a heads up.

So, what's on tap for the night shift?

It's pretty dead.

We have a possible breakout in Hell's Kitchen.

African American female. Late teens.

Stephen.

- Something happen with Irene? - No.

She's safe for now, but our pool hustler got herself on Ultra's radar.

We gotta get a jump.

No. No, Stephen, now is not the time.

After everything that happened the last time we went above ground,

we have to choose our battles.

Wow. That is amazing.

John's halfway to Oregon. Like he never left.

- I will hurt you. - Bring it.

You wanna stick around minding the store for your boyfriend?

That's cool.

- Guess I'll have to find Piper myself. - I am not "minding the store."

Look, Cara, I know you want to help this girl.

Okay? And John is one guy and one opinion.

You're a leader here, too.

Why don't you do what you think is right?

Where the hell are we?

An abandoned industrial park outside of Akron, Ohio.

I was more talking about the metal box we're inside.

I hid out here once when I was chasing a breakout.

We'll be safe for tonight.

So, when was the last time you saw your dad?

Couple years ago, maybe?

Like I said, we weren't close.

When I was a kid, five,

I sat down at a piano and I could just play.