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Dad, what's happening?

I need you to listen to me

like we're the last two people on the planet, okay, Nick?

Someday a girl is going to give you a flower.

You got that? A flower.

And you have to help her, Nick.

You help her and you help us all.

Okay?

I know it doesn't make any sense right now,

but I believe the woman who told me that.

You think you could believe me?

I love you.

I always said you were special, Nick.

Turns out I was right.

Division's here, Nick. Just keep moving.

And don't make any decisions that any watcher can track.

I just wanted to have a conversation.

What a waste.

Bring his body to the lab.

There are special people in this world.

We don't ask to be special. We're just born this way.

We pass you on the streets every day, unnoticed by most.

It started in 1945.

The Nazis were conducting experiments in psychic warfare,

trying to turn those with psychic abilities into soldiers.

Lots of us died.

The war ended, but the experiments never stopped.

Other governments around the world

set up what they called "Divisions,"

trying to do what the Nazis couldn't, to turn us into weapons.

The Division's agents are trained to track and hunt us down like animals,

take us away from our families and friends.

There are children stuffed away all over the world.

They test us and categorize us.

I'm what they call a "watcher."

We can see the future, even if that's not always as simple as it sounds.

Tonight, a jumbo jet crashed.

There are no reports of survivors.

Others are called "movers,"

just an easy way of saying "telekinetic."

Much of the building collapsed after about two hours,

leaving only a brick wall.

"Pushers" put thoughts in your head

and make whatever lie they come up with the truth.

They'd already begun to control my mind...

The president...

"Sniffs, " "shifters, " "shadows," "bleeders, " it goes on and on.

In Division's eyes, we're all just lab rats.

Only one problem: We keep dying.

The evidence shows that the kids

were given milk with radioactive iodine.

No one has ever survived the drug meant to boost our powers.

My name is Cassie Holmes. Division took my mom from me.

Right now the future I see doesn't look so great.

The good news is the future is always changing

in the largest of ways by the smallest of things.

They've been winning a lot of battles.

Now it's our turn to win the war.

She survived the injection.

She's our patient zero.

Bring me every sniffer we have.

But she's on foot. She can't get far.

She'll get help from anyone she can lay her eyes on.

Do whatever is necessary to get her and that syringe back! Now!

So you want the bet or not?

What you say there, Nick?

- Who are you? - We're with Division.

Like you didn't know.

- Go to hell. - Easy, son.

If we wanted you, you'd be in the back of a van.

You gonna invite us in or are we gonna have to be rude?

Smart move, living in a shithole like this.

One on top of the other. Took you far off the radar.

Not far enough.

Would you believe this is how we found you?

From your old toothbrush from that encounter ten years ago.

Barely a scent left.

Thought you were in Tokyo.

Then Malaysia.

Finally we got a few readings on some buildings.

There's a lot of runaway psychics in Hong Kong

trying to disappear, Nick.

People with no country, no loyalty...

No desire to get involved in political bullshit.

Nobody but you in this apartment for a long time, Nick.

Why? You looking for someone besides me?

A girl.

She has something belonging to us.

Better than a hunch you know her.

Obviously I don't.

In case we need to get a hold of you again.

I've got some old toilet paper you boys might like more.

Don't bother running, Nick.

We know where you are now.

Shit.

- Yeah? - Hey, Nick.

- Who is this? - Open up, Nick.

And put your gun down.

Put that thing away. Got you something.

Where's the chicken I saw? There it is.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! Excuse me?

This is how you treat your guests?

This is how I treat random strangers who barge into my apartment.

Like the Division sniffers who were just here?

Who are you?

I'm Cassie.

I'm here to help you.

Listen, Cassie,

I'm sure your mom and dad are nervous about you right now, so why don't you...

- You don't understand. - You got that right.

This is about us finding six million dollars.

That's us.

And that's our money.

And that's my toothbrush.

You're a watcher.

So is there a place we can get something to eat besides chicken?

I'm buying.

Lose a bet with your hairdresser?

I like color.

First things first.

I know you're a second-generation mover.

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

I'll let you know when I see one.

You don't really use your powers, which means you haven't practiced,

so you kind of suck at it. How am I doing so far?

- Go on. - I'm a watcher.

Second generation, like you.

- Wow, that's... - Complicated.

'Cause the future can change just by talking about it.

So I see glimpses and I draw it in my book.

But I'm not really good at it.

I'm kind of a crappy artist, but I'm sure you already knew that.

But I got the sniffs in your apartment right.

That's why I brought you a new toothbrush.

You speak Chinese?

Cantonese.

I'm surprised you didn't know that, being a watcher.

I get things wrong sometimes.

I know the feeling.

Are you worried about the thugs you owe money to?

Don't. Thank you.

We'll be able to take care of it in a couple of days.

With your six million dollars.

Where's the money?

It's on its way here. With a girl.

Don't tell me.

The same girl Division sniffs are looking for.

It's Cassie, right?

Enjoy your food.

- That's it? - That's it.

Sorry. Some 12-year-old that knew I needed a new toothbrush isn't enough

to get me involved with Division. Even if it's not a con.

I'm 13. And I've been told that I look at least 14.

Right.

And this is not a con.

This is a way for everyone to get something that they want.

I've actually used that line before.

Fine. Don't believe me.

But you will help me.

Really? 'Cause I'm getting a message.

It's telling me, "Find somebody else."

If we don't find the case and that girl,

really bad things happen, Nick.

What? What's wrong?

Shit. They're here in the market.

Who? Who?

They're in the market! Come on!

- Division? - Bleeders! We got to get out of here!

- How does this end? - I have no idea.

Where is the girl?

My daughter has already seen you with her.

Told you.

Look, I told three people already today, I don't know this girl.

Stupid child. I already saw how you die.

Then you know it's not here and it's not today.

Damn.

Go, go!

Go, go!

Nick!

This way!

Stop! Stop!

Run, Cassie!

Stop!

I already know you're here.

You must be Cassie Holmes.

Who sent you?

Your mother.

A week before she was captured by Division,

she told me to be at that fish market today.

Stay away from him.

If that's what you want.

Just be sure to add his picture to the Wall of the Dead.

You're a stitch.

That should be obvious to a watcher,

if you had even a modicum of your mother's talent.

I've been dealing with a lot.

Years ago your mother did me a favor.

Now it would seem I need to pay off my debt.

I hear they've got your mother buried deep inside Division.

Have her so drugged up she can't even hold a spoon.