Impulse

Henry...

What are you doing?

Come on.

Jesus!

You paralyzed me.

I just saved you.

How d--what are you?

You did this to me.

You fucking bitch.

You tried to kill me!

I...

You tried to kill me. You're a goddamned monster!

I...

You tried to rape me!

You could've stopped, but you wouldn't. You wouldn't!

I'm gonna tell everyone.

I'm gonna fucking tell everyone

what you did to me!

I'm gonna tell everyone

what you are!

Good luck with that.

No one

is going to believe you.

The Boone name doesn't mean shit anymore.

Your dad is in jail.

The DEA just caught him for drug trafficking.

You don't know what you're talking about.

And your brother is on the run

for murder.

He murdered Amos Miller.

Did you know that?

Lucas wouldn't...

No.

Look at me.

You don't have anyone

to hide behind anymore.

Just get me the fuck out of here!

Everyone in this town's gonna know.

They will see you, Clay.

They will finally see what you are.

Your life is fucking over.

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Jesus, Townes, what are you doing here?

I let myself in.

Jenna told me where to find the spare key,

but you shouldn't hide it under the welcome mat.

It's the first place robbers look.

I thought that was something everyone knew,

since it's a universally stupid thing to do.

Jenna called you?

I'm supposed to text her.

Since I live closer, I said I'd check your bedroom.

She was worried you'd burned to death.

I knew your body would protect you.

What was that?

Um...

It's Clay Boone. He's...

Did you-- did you teleport with him here?

Out--out of the fire?

So you saved his life.

No, I don--it just happened.

Please don't. I'm not--

You're a superhero.

Not in the traditional sense of the word,

since you do drugs

and have a genuine disdain for people--

Townes...

Townes: Right. Sorry.

I know you don't appreciate praise.

Or enthusiasm.

It's just that he's...

He saw me when I...

And I don't think that he would tell anyone,

- but if-- - Don't worry.

We'll get him on our side.

Maybe he can even be part of the team.

No, I just need him out of here.

Townes...

Look, you're my sidekick, right?

Uh...

if you say so.

Well, you are,

and I need your help, so...

What can I do?

Shit. Shit.

Oh, God.

Officer, I--I know I was speeding,

but I can explain. I promise--

- Officer: Stop! - Okay.

Place your hands on your head!

I'm sorry.

I'm Cleo Coles. Lucas Boone

put me in this car, and I just--

Do you have any ID on you?

No, I don't.

Officer: Officer Bennett,

responding to the APB

- on the gray Chevy Impala. - Officer: 10-4.

So--so you know what happened?

You know...

I have to bring you in.

Please let me go to the hospital.

I need to see my daughter. Please.

It won't take long.

What's he doing here?

Henry saved his life.

- Do you need help? - Henry: Yeah, grab a leg.

- Ow. - Ow, fuck, fuck! Just put me down.

When are these things coming off?

I signed all the paperwork.

They're just following protocol.

Well, they wouldn't have anything on Jeremiah Miller

if it wasn't for me.

We should talk about Lucas.

They've taken his immunity off the table

because of a potential murder charge,

and now kidnapping.

That's not what happened.

Look, Lu--

Lucas gets scared.

I can do my best to protect him,

but you may need to... distance yourself from this, legally.

- He's my son. - Lawyer: And my son's given

me nothing but fucking sciatica

and heartburn, so...

They don't always make it easy on us, do they?

Listen, Bill,

this deal isn't some get-out-of-jail-free card.

The FBI doesn't fuck around.

They've frozen your assets. That mean--

Anna: Mr. Boone.

I got nothing to say to you. Talk to my lawyer,

or send someone in here with actual authority.

I just thought you'd want to know

there was a fire at your house.

What?

We're not sure how it started just yet,

but most of the blaze has been contained.

W-wait, please.

My--my son, Clay--he was home.

There was no sign of anyone at the house.

Well, you gotta let me out of here.

I got to find him and make sure he's okay.

Well, Bill, I'm not sure

I have the authority.

I'll see you in the morning.

Your mom's safe.

Jenna: My dad's driving her back from the police station.

She's okay?

Which means they'll be here soon.

We need to get rid of him.

I can take him somewhere,

but I don't know where.

You can leave him on the side

of the road for all I care.

I can go with you.

I say we take him to the hospital.

Jenna: The burns on his legs look pretty bad.

You should stay here.

Wait for your mom.

Good.

Let him be the hospital's problem.

( modern folk music over radio )

I need to be able to hear

if someone's honking, or if there are

any other outside noises related to our safety.

Have you known this whole time, Jenna?

What she did to me?

What's he talking about?

Nothing.

Clay: So you don't give a shit.

That fucking freak crushed my legs, and you're just like,

"Cool, whatever."

What about what you did to her?

- What did he do? - I didn't do anything to her.

Bullshit. Take some

fucking responsibility for once in your life.