The Tomorrow People

My name is Stephen Jameson.

I am 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...

Reading someone's thoughts is just the beginning.

You'll be able to access their feelings.

Even their memories.

Stephen, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

We have a visitor. This is your uncle.

Work for me, Stephen.

We track anything that can indicate a new breakout

and then we have our agents who help us track rogue paranormals.

And when the time comes,

Stephen will lead us to the Tomorrow People.

And we'll kill them.

Stephen. Got someone I'd like you to meet.

Your new partner.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Dude, go for it. That girl literally doesn't say no.

Why don't you make a move?

I'm just looking out for my wingman.

You can read lips, right?

Good. Well, let me tell you,

you're not missing anything.

The music here sucks.

You wanna get out of here?

Go someplace a little more quiet?

You're really pretty.

How do you say, uh, "pretty" in sign language?

Hey, hey! Easy.

Heard about you from the guys.

Ow! Ah!

Deaf bitch... get over here!

Hey!

Cara!

Excuse me.

Are you done with that?

Your newspaper.

Way to go, dude. You just creeped her out.

How do I tell her I didn't get the promotion?

I was so sure. We were so sure.

I'm so tired. I'm so tired.

Hey, just in time.

We figured out a way to get the jump on Ultra.

A way to save breakouts before their powers are stripped

or they're turned into agents.

Yes. We are using Ultra's own intel against them.

My buddy Tim figured it out.

- And who built Tim? - Who stole his new processor?

Good combo. Up top?

Are you okay?

I thought you... you were gonna get us food.

Sorry, I, uh...

I got sidetracked.

What's the plan?

We're going to need Stephen.

Uh, I don't think I should drink with...

Your meds.

Yeah, I know. It's just water.

It's a prop. You gotta blend.

I'm blending, okay? Check it out...

Oh... No, no, no, please. Don't ever do that again.

I, uh, I'm actually trying to reintegrate you into the social circle,

not have you scare people away.

I know, okay? I get it, but I don't need you to babysit me.

Good.

She's not wearing a bra.

No wait, she is wearing a bra.

She's not wearing a bra.

Oh, I can't tell.

Twenty calories a chip.

Salsa's another 20, but I skipped lunch, so...

Really good.

Douche...

Douche... bitch.

Sartre was right. Hell is other people.

What's your problem?

Nothing, um... Emily.

- Stephen... - Jameson, I remember.

The crazy one

Hey, you know, we should probably split up

before the normal kids think the freaks are starting a club.

What is her problem?

Claws in. Emily's been through hell.

Yeah, so have you.

Okay, I get what happened with her sister was awful,

but doesn't mean she gets a free pass.

Maybe that's enough socialization for one night.

Okay, sure. I'll meet you outside. Just let me go say bye.

I'm so sick and tired of trying to fit in with these people.

Thank the non-existent God that in 48 hours

I'll be dead.

We certainly had a difficult time tracking you down.

Question is, what are we going to do with you now?

Who are you and what is this place?

It's kind of a rehab center for people like you.

Look, I'm not saying that superpowers aren't fun.

Heck, if I was born with them,

I'd probably decorate my walls with stolen Van Goghs as well.

Of course, I prefer Modernism. Point is...

your kind can't be trusted in our world.

This... this is about the paintings.

Look, I will never teleport into the Met ever again

and I will never touch another painting, okay?

I know you won't.

- You gonna kill me? - Well, that's entirely up to you.

First part is non-negotiable.

Your criminal disposition, your mediocre powers, are useless to me.

So I'm going to take them away from you.

Return you to the way you used to be.

- Human. - And the second part?

That you will never breathe a word of what happens today to anyone,

or, make no mistake, I will kill you.

You believe me?

Give him the shot.

Hey, hey, wait, no.

Ow!

Have you ever seen someone have their powers taken?

I have.

What do you want me to do?

- You said you wanted to be a double agent. -

It's game time, baby.

Tim, pull up the schematics.

Yes, Cara.

I've constructed a 3D map of Ultra.

You want me to break into my own office?

A highly restricted part of the facility.

We'll guide you through it, step by step.

And I'll be close enough to be inside your head the whole time.

And theirs.

- You'll place this drive... - This dongle.

Inside their firewall.

It'll install software that syncs up their system directly to Tim.

It'll give us all their intel on new breakouts.

Ultra is linked into a whole web of classified material.

Medical files, police reports, psych records.

They even have their own algorithms for ID-ing potential paranormals.

It's sort of like an alarm system that lets them know

if someone's secretly one of us.

Tap into that system, no more head start for Jedikiah.

Are you excited, Timothy?

You get to stick your dongle in Ultra's mainframe.

As you know, I'm incapable of experiencing excitement.

Or appreciating crude sexual innuendo.

Stephen, I know it's dangerous.

If you get caught, it won't matter that you're Jedikiah's nephew.

But, hey, if you're not ready...

I'm ready.

Cara.

You got a sec?

At this party, it was the first time

that I could hear all of my classmate's thoughts.

Sucks, doesn't it?

Knowing what's going on inside people's heads.

Yeah, but...

not just that, there's this girl, Emily.

- She said something disturbing. - What'd you hear?

"In 48 hours, I'll be dead."

That could mean anything.

Or it could mean, in two days, she's gonna kill herself.

Even if it did,

we don't use our powers to intervene in human lives.

- Why not? - Do you really want to play God?

It's messy, it's complicated and it risks exposure.

When I was losing it,

I had to go to the nurse every day to get my pills.

Me and Emily, we were the freaks,

both of us having breakdowns.

Only she had an excuse.

She was behind the wheel of the car

- when her sister got... - Stephen, stop it.

You dig around in people's minds,

you'll find everyone has a sad story.

You talking from experience?

Not that I'd like to share.

Okay, wait...

So what? We just ignore them?

Forget about their kind.

We'll be lucky if we can save our own species.

Take off your shirt.

Excuse me?

Bio-metric transmitter.