Gen V

Marie, what happened?

Oh, shit.

You sense things in blood.

Thought I was the only one.

- Holy shit. - I'm messed up, Emma.

You should be with someone that isn't.

Well, maybe I want to be with you.

Oh, fuck.

Turns out the school is a fucking Mengele health clinic.

They were using Sam to augment Luke's powers,

but they were doing other stuff to him, too.

Shetty was directing it all.

We're estimating about ten months to make it potent

and contagious enough to get the job done.

What you're describing, it's genocide.

Keep a close eye on her.

Is this all of it? We'll make sure this stays out of the wrong hands.

This school is a front.

You will not control us!

The school is here to study you.

It's time.

Don't help.

- Fuck. - Why didn't I fucking help her?

Holy shit, she fucking killed her.

She tortured us! She tortured us!

Cate, holy shit!

She killed a guy. We all killed someone. Oh, my God.

She's fucking crazy.

Can we help her? What?

Why didn't you let me save her?

What the fuck did you do?!

Okay, look, let's all just calm down a-and assess the situation.

The situation's bleeding all over the fucking rug.

We just... we have to figure out what to do now.

You murdered her.

Marie, I did this for you.

I did this for all of you.

When I'm done, maybe eventually you'll realize I'm being a hero.

I want to be a hero, too.

- Of course, Sam. - Leave him alone.

Shetty sucked.

I'm not an experiment.

What are you gonna do, Cate?

We are gonna free The Woods.

Sam, don't go with her.

This is about you, too.

If they find out what happened here,

I'm not gonna be the only one they torture.

Maybe it's time for me to save you.

You can beat me.

But do you really think you can beat him?

Fuck.

- Who are you calling? - Campus security emergency line.

- Yo. - Are you crazy? They'll get Sam.

What about all the people in The Woods?

She lets them out, it's gonna be chaos.

- Yeah, but... - You, too?

Look, this is fucked up, but Godolkin and Vought are fucked up, too.

So, what, we just sit here?

No.

We stop them.

- Okay, the MRI. - Yeah, yeah. Hey.

These shadows,

here and here and here,

indicate damage.

We believe every time your father uses his powers,

something like a micro-tear occurs in the neural pathways.

An accumulation over years.

Years. O-Okay, so can we, can we reverse

or-or brighten those areas with, like, some medicine or something?

We'll... I'll buy whatever it is that we need.

Brain matter is a finite resource.

Through physical therapy and the right drug cocktail,

we can mitigate or slow.

Not reverse.

Have you experienced any lightheadedness or spots in your peripheral vision?

Uh, me?

Maybe an uncontrollable tic in the ring or pinky finger of your left hand?

No. No.

I-I mean, m-maybe-maybe lightheadedness, but...

but doesn't-doesn't everybody get lightheaded sometimes?

Can we, can we focus on my dad?

I-I mean, I just... S-Sorry, it's just a lot. I just...

Our recommendation is physical therapy,

figuring out the right anti-seizure medicine.

And no more using powers.

What, they didn't have any king-size hospital beds?

How am I looking?

Like you're made of steel.

Go through my phone.

The contacts for Heather are in there.

Heather... Heather PR or wardrobe?

Wardrobe.

We got to get the costume resized.

The doctor. I'll get the doctor.

So the Polarity costume fits you.

I'm sorry.

For...

...everything.

I knew about The Woods.

I played along.

I stayed quiet.

To protect you.

But school's done now, kid.

It's your time.

Dad.

Our powers,

- they're killing... - You're the big man now.

You follow the straight and narrow.

Do whatever they tell you.

No one gets through life without regrets.

But goddamn I don't regret being able to take care of my family.

And I know you're gonna do the same.

You have to.

Your family's counting on you.

I'm missing a farm to table fuckfest

at Ina and Jeffrey's to be at this board meeting,

but someone has to save this fucking place.

All right, I don't know where the fuck Indira is,

so let's just start this fucking meeting.

Golden Boy is fertilizing the lawn.

Application rates are down.

Neuman's town hall was a shit show.

We need a big fucking distraction.

Let's send someone straight to The Seven.

Let's just go in order.

fucking terrible.

surprisingly good.

Additional skills: British accent?

All right, who is pushing for this kid?

- Anyone? - Focus tests show him in the lead

with the 12 to 18 demo.

They think he seems like, quote, "a real one."

His on-screen skin color tests read a bit dark.

Then we'll get Annie fucking Leibovitz to shoot him, you racist shit.

- Polarity brand is consistent, though. - All right, we will come back to him.

Who's next? And seriously, where the fuck is Indira?

Cate?

I haven't seen you down here in a while.

Greg.

Uh, I'm Bob.

Oh, God. No, no!

- Unlock the cells. - Okay.

When's the last time you saw sunlight?

Is "Gangnam Style" still a thing?

Let's go outside.

Hey, Sam.

Luke.

What you doing?

Helping supes.

Hurting humans?

Same thing.

That's what you wanted.

Nah, man.

I hurt one person once.

Then I killed myself from guilt.

And what about your tiny friend Emma?

She's not here.

Yeah, and neither are you.

You killed yourself.

Leaving me in this cell!

Sam, I know you don't want to do this.

Sam. Sam.

Sam!

Who is that?

That was Andy.

He was hilarious.

And then really sad.

He was bipolar.

They got him sick on purpose?

This is what they do.

This school

thought they could torture you.

Why? Because they said you were all crazy?

Inferior?

But you're not inferior.

You are superior to them.

And it's time we showed it.

Eat your own fucking hands, you monster.

Right.

Excuse me.

Come on.

I'm recording a reaction video.

Now I got to listen to fucking "Desperado"

- all over again. - Are you a supe?

No shit, asshole.

Are you a supe?

No, I'm an adjunct professor, marketing.

Oh, Jesus.

Emma, you clear the Performing Arts center.

Okay, teachers, administration.

Jordan, you sweep the student union.

There's a panic button in Shetty's office.

Under her desk. It'll lock down pretty much everything.

Okay, that's where I'm going.

Yo, yo, yo, fam, what up?

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