The Gifted

Attention all units:

fugitive suspect spotted

at Grand and 17th.

Unit 2325 responding.

Just approaching the intersect.

Heading there now.

Unit 1835, we have a visual on the suspect

heading east towards Wellington.

Copy that.

Coming up on Wellington now.

Come on. Come on!

On the ground now!

- Please. - Put your hands on your head.

Come on. Come on!

Stop! Stop!

What the...?

You getting anything?

Working on it.

Yeah, you seriously think she's here, man?

I mean, she was just two miles away.

She's close.

Closer than the last time she was close?

She's moving... strangely.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure

he just likes keeping us out in the cold.

Look.

There.

Well, that's interesting.

Told ya.

Hey, you all right?

- Want me to warm you up? - I'm okay.

You can warm me up later, though.

Oh, I'm gonna hold you to that.

She's there.

Inside.

Hey... go.

- It's okay. We're just gonna talk. - Oh.

Okay. Well, hey, hold up.

No. Wait a minute!

Okay. Whoa. Whoa.

Calm down, all right?

You with the cops?

I can't go back.

We're not cops, okay? We heard you broke out

of the mutant detention center and we came looking.

I don't understand.

Who are you?

Just a couple of freaks, same as you.

Look, I'm Marcos, this is Lorna.

Now, trust me, we have all been where you are, or worse.

We can help.

Now come with us.

- We can get you some place safe... - Guys!

There's trouble.

Come on, get dressed.

You're with us now.

What is it?

Cops. Coming fast this way.

Kill the lights.

How many?

At least ten, from the west and south.

This is the Atlanta Police Department.

We know the fugitive is in the building.

Come out now, or we will open fire.

The window!

One suspect at the window!

Open fire!

- Lorna! - I'm fine. Find us a way out!

Lorna! Get out of there!

Go! Go!

Come on! Over here!

Marcos!

God!

Lorna! Come back!

Come, come back!

Freeze!

Lorna! Stop!

- No! - Put your hands behind your back!

- Marcos! - Lorna!

I understand you have some concerns

about your son, Andy?

Yes, we believe he's being bullied.

Belleview High has

a zero tolerance policy towards bullying.

That's why we came.

Um, Andy and I have always been very close, but lately he...

he just stopped talking to me.

It's affecting his grades.

He-He's not sleeping.

In situations like this,

we like to use the "CARE" system... communicate,

adjust, reconcile

and empathize. First, we take the kids,

and we put them together to talk.

These boys are-are tormenting our son.

I understand that's upsetting.

Stop right there. Let me be clear.

Andy needs help,

and if he doesn't get it, I will sue this school into oblivion.

Mr. Strucker,

we have procedures. I can't...

Then get someone who can.

Now.

Okay, I'll-I'll be right back.

Wow. Scary.

Was it too much?

I felt like the glaring was a little over the top.

No. That was the perfect amount of glaring.

Ugh. I got to go to Garland.

Plea conference with a suspect.

They need me there ASAP.

Will you tell the kids I'm really sorry?

I'll be back tomorrow.

The kids understand.

You're keeping us safe.

I love you.

I love you, too.

- Bye. - Bye.

You have no preference?

They are two completely different outfits.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

You look good in both.

Not helpful, Jack.

Now just pick an outfit.

I don't know. Um...

Lauren, I'm home.

The blue one. Do the blue one.

That one looks nice.

Also, uh, do you want me to pick you up?

Because it's no problem.

No, but I'll push for an 11:30 curfew.

- I'll see you tonight. - Bye.

So, Lauren, how was choir?

Good. We're practicing for the spring concert.

Are you still going to the dance tonight?

Want me to show you some of my moves?

No, thank you.

How about you? How was your day?

Uh, bad.

I mean, you were there.

I meant your classes.

Anything interesting?

We had a debate in social studies about the law

they want to make to test people with the X-gene

and, like, monitor them. I don't know.

Anyway, this one kid was, like, freaking out.

I guess his cousin's a mutie or something.

Mutie, Andy? Racist much?

What? Person of genetic difference.

You are such an ass!

Okay, please. You're fighting

about social studies class now.

Can we not have a normal conversation?

Guess not.

Ms. Dane?

My name is Reed Strucker.

This is my associate, Carla Jackson.

I'd offer you a seat, but, uh, you know.

You're accused of the attempted murder of two police officers.

That plus the enhanced sentencing

for the use of your mutant abilities.

Equals I'm screwed.

Yeah, I got that.

We can reduce the charges

in exchange for your cooperation.

Look, all I know is, I was walking in the rain,

and some cops shot at me.

Come on, Ms. Dane.

You and your associates

in the mutant underground have aided and abetted dozens,

if not hundreds, of fugitives.

- Reed. - It's okay.

Believe it or not, I'm trying to help you.

These are serious charges.

Attempted murder...

Those screws in your knee... old sports injury?

If I wanted to,

I could tear out those screws

and show you some attempted murder.

Believe me, if I wanted those cops dead, they'd be dead.

There's a factor you may not be aware of.

I am gonna ask the court

to assign you a lawyer, okay?

You've got a big decision to make, Ms. Dane.

Son of a bitch.

No, no, no, no.

No.

No! No!

Give it some thought.

Be home at 11:30!

I know, I know. I love you.

Yo.

What are you doing here?

I snuck out. I thought I'd go with you.

Didn't you tell Mom you were going to bed?

Yeah, that's why they call it sneaking. Can we go?

You can't. What if she finds out?

If I get caught, I'll tell her I was going down to Ian's.

You won't get in trouble.

When was the last time