Powers

Previously on Powers...

You took back your powers from me.

Didn't it feel good?

Don't you wanna feel like that again?

It's branding. You know, the connections between the words "Kaotic Chic"

and the fucked-up shit Powers do.

We're supposed to be talking about the launch of my foundation.

Whose mission is to transform young girls into leaders.

Why not bring Zora on as the foundation's first mentor?

You were right.

This is our movement.

We should do whatever we can to help it grow.

I'm really glad you said that.

Because, actually, I'm here already.

I feel a vast reservoir of power.

Sway. What a wonderful name.

And he shall have sway and dominion over all the world.

Allow me to introduce you to the effects of Sway.

The reward for anyone without powers is instant death.

What the fuck have you done, man?

Don't you fucking run away from this again!

I wouldn't dream of it.

All right.

Now, I know it's a little small,

but it was the only available penthouse in the city.

So?

I had a decorator pick that shit out.

Pretty nice, right?

Yeah, real nice,

if you're into bullshit bourgeois knickknacks.

Look...

Look, man, I'm just curious.

How long are you planning on staying pissed at me?

Who says I'm pissed?

I mean, I like that.

Hey, you want it? It's yours.

I mean, shit, I can probably get them to send me a new one.

Probably even bigger.

Thanks. No.

All right, man.

Come on.

Check this out.

Come on, even Johnny Royalle has got to approve of this view.

- Not bad. - Right?

Dude. You should move in here.

The fuck are you talking about?

It's perfect.

It'll be like when we roomed together at the squat.

Only now, we've got all this shit.

Dude, think about it. The parties will be insane.

Only the coolest people will be there.

Movie stars, Powers and fucking rock bands.

Nah, I can't.

Come on, Johnny. Why not? This will be perfect.

Look, if it's money you're worried about,

- I got you covered, all right? - I'm not your charity case.

What the hell is wrong with you, huh?

This is everything we've ever wanted, man!

It's not mine! Okay? It's yours. Your life.

I don't...

I don't know if I even want this anymore.

It's a long fucking way down to that street.

160, 180 feet, easy.

Then it's a good thing you can fly.

And what if I don't?

Fly.

I'm gonna fall, and you're gonna teleport me over there.

That's crazy. I mean, I can barely teleport two people,

let alone two people falling in midair.

Johnny, "Only in extremity do you find your true limits."

This isn't extremity, this is a show.

It's all a fucking show, Johnny.

Maybe it is, but that's not how I want to do it.

Fine, don't save me.

Hey, Johnny.

What?

I know I can count on you, pal.

Shit!

Shit...

You stupid, fucking idiot. Why didn't you fly?

You could have died.

Shit, we both could have died.

You fucking did it, man.

Johnny fucking Royalle, you did it, pal. I knew it.

I knew you could do it, man.

Come here.

Shit.

You okay?

It's been a while since you've taken a ride with me.

Nice place.

You decorate it yourself?

I lost my taste for extravagances a long time ago.

Strip away the external to discover the eternal.

For someone who hates Wolfe so much,

you're a regular compendium of his words.

What did he say to you, Johnny?

God damn it.

Hey.

What did he say to you?

Jesus, Christian.

Try to think for a minute,

you can't just charge through a wall to get to the next room.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, man, I...

I just...

Whenever I come here, I teleport with me a volume of air.

I don't usually remove it when I go, but I can.

Fuck you.

Fuck you and your sick tricks.

No tricks this time, old friend.

I need your help.

I need your help to kill Wolfe.

Allow me to explain.

"Only in extremity can you find your true limits."

You made this shit from Wolfe's blood?

I made it from components of his DNA

that I teleported from his blood.

Oh, God.

You fall for his bullshit, again and again.

I didn't do this for him.

I did it for the Kidz.

The ones like our friends

who couldn't save themselves from him.

Really, the Kidz? The Kidz you want to save?

They're dying.

They're turning up dead with your drug,

Wolfe's blood, still in them.

It's not the Sway that's killing them.

They're trying to do things

they don't have the discipline to achieve.

Oh, fuck. Now you sound like him.

"Powers Complete requires discipline that equals potential."

You don't want to kill Wolfe.

You want to replace him.

You want to be Wolfe so bad,

you stuck a fucking needle into his brain

and turned his blood into a drug.

And you took that drug

to try and get your powers back.

I was there.

I saw you with your eyes all lit up.

The hell are you doing?

I know for sure now.

I have powers.

And, by way of powers, what exactly do you have?

I know you won't shoot me if I run.

I know I'll chase the shit out of you.

Maybe I have super speed.

Maybe I'll shoot you in the leg.

Maybe I'm bulletproof.

Your dad bulletproof?

How do you know about my dad?

Court family records.

Have a lot to say about how your dad treated you and your mom.

Don't talk about my mom.

Uh, Calista.

- You should be afraid of me. - Yeah?

Mmm. Why is that?

I took Sway,

and it didn't kill me.

I'm a Power. For real.

You push me far enough,

that may be just what it takes to switch me on.

Not again.

Not again.

Oh, not again, not again, not again.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Not again.

Did you see before?

Did you see what happened?

It worked, Johnny.

I got my powers back from him.

They weren't yours.

No, they were.

I confirmed it with him and they were.

That's what he said, did he, when you visited him?

Yeah. Yeah.

Christ, Christian.

You fall for his bullshit, again and again and again.

Just like me.

No. No, dude. I flew.

I threw him through the floor.

Janice couldn't do it. Zora couldn't do it. I stopped him.

They weren't your powers, Christian.

Wolfe burned through all your powers like all the powers he absorbs.

No...

What you felt was his power.

That's what you're angry for, even if you don't know it.

You're trying to steal Wolfe's powers.

And I'm the one who wants to be like him?

- Got you. - What are you doing?

- What are you doing? - Me? What are you doing?

- Let go of me! - Do not even think about it.

- I'm a Power! - Hey!

Leave me the fuck alone, or I'll kill you!

Well, I am Powers Division,

and you just threatened a police officer with the use of powers.

Welcome to the big time.

He got us when we were young, Christian.