The Tomorrow People

My name is Stephen Jameson.

And I am one of the Tomorrow People.

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...

Julian is a nihilist.

An anarchist.

You know this guy?

Our paths crossed when I first got into town.

We didn't part on the best terms.

We do not torture people.

I'm not going anywhere.

New York is mine, bitch.

You overrode my leadership in front of everyone.

I am gonna do what I think is best for our people.

This attitude of yours is dangerous for all of us.

If you're gonna threaten

to kick me out every time I step out of line,

you should just do it already.

Pack your stuff. You need to go.

Sir!

- He's down. He's down. You all right? - Clear!

Made you some breakfast.

Oh, thanks sweetheart.

Can't a guy make breakfast for another guy?

I figure I got to earn my keep around here somehow.

Damn. That's really good.

It's the bread.

You gotta let it go stale to make french toast.

Saw it on a TV show.

Well, as nice as it is

to see you tapping into your domestic side,

you're avoiding dealing with Cara.

You can't live like this forever.

Look, if I'm in the way, just say the word.

It's not that.

Our people need you.

Maybe they're better off without me.

Cara kicked me out, remember?

And then she asked you to come back, and you said no.

You want to know what I think?

Not especially. - Too bad.

You're both being too stubborn to just let it go.

Face each other.

Look, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want.

But you belong with them.

And with Cara.

I don't mean, like, "With Cara."

With Cara, I just meant...

I know what you meant.

Cook her some breakfast.

Your french toast is ridiculous.

Are you there, John?

Are you busy?

Hardly.

So how is everything?

Good, I suppose.

But you're probably asking about Cara, right?

No, I was not.

But since you brought her up.

How is she?

She's not the same without you.

This whole place isn't the same.

So when are you coming back?

I don't know yet, Charlotte.

If you don't come back soon, I'm going to hate you forever.

I miss you too, Charlie.

Who you talking to?

No one.

So how is John, anyway?

It's okay.

I miss him too.

Then why don't you let him come back home?

Charlotte, I can't force him to come back

if he wants to be on his own.

Why not?

You're in charge, right?

It doesn't work that way down here.

You can't bring someone in unless they're ready.

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

I believe this belongs to me.

And what do you need a cell phone for, anyway?

You're telepathic.

Cara.

- How do you know my name? - I read your mind.

You're crazy.

You need to listen to me very carefully.

There is a place for people like us where you'll be safe.

Off the streets, and away from Ultra.

So you've heard of them.

Good.

How do I know I can trust you?

What's up?

Um, what's up is you haven't been in school in a week.

Told you, I'm sick.

You did. You look all right to me.

Oh. What, are you a doctor now?

Working for your crazy uncle?

Okay, so that's what this is about.

I fixed things with my uncle.

No one will ever come after you. I promise.

Sorry, I'm probably contagious, I think you should go.

Oh, Julian, Julian, Julian.

I wish I could say I was surprised.

But, then again...

all roads lead to Ultra for your sort, don't they?

I have to tell you, when I heard you just popped in for a visit,

at the most paranormally secure building on the planet,

I thought it was a little bit too good to be true.

Then again, here you are.

Put down the damn needle.

Why?

You must suspect I got caught for a reason?

- I don't have time for games. - I got nothing.

I lost my crew.

I lost my girl.

This is no way to live.

Being hunted like an animal.

Good news.

I take away your powers, Ultra leaves you alone.

You take away my powers,

you're giving up your white whale.

Cara Coburn?

Her ragged group of rebels living right beneath your feet?

I can deliver them to you.

If you'd rather give me the needle, let's get it over with.

We've got fresh food for three days.

Canned goods to last us a week.

Plus, we're running low on medical supplies.

Plus, we're out of the totally

important stuff like beer and gummy bears.

I'm not talking about that supermarket crap,

I mean the good German ones. Der gummi.

Grab some people. We'll go topside tonight for provisions.

Can I come with you?

I want to help.

Not this time, honey.

We need you to hold down the fort until we get back.

What's going on? - Taking inventory.

If you want to help out, we could use the muscle.

Someone's got to carry the keg.

You know, it sounds like you got it under control.

Truth.

You have this place spinning like a top.

I came here with news.

About Julian.

Please, tell me he died tasting his own blood.

Actually, he's at Ultra.

I figured he fled the city.

No one deserves the needle more than that sick bastard.

So, you're telling me when I run into him on the street,

he won't have powers?

Should make our grudge match a whole lot of fun.

- Still jonesing for revenge, huh? - You blame him?

Russell's got reason to hate Julian.

Almost as bad as he hates me.

Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.

Yeah.

Thanks for the news.

What are they doing here?

I assume you're not gonna take my powers.

Well, you assume correctly.

Then why am I still strapped down,

when I could be finding the tomorrow people?

Well, let's just say I don't want to let you out of custody

until I have an assurance that you're going to deliver on your promise.

Give me four men, and I'll bring you the whole gang

tied up in a neat little bow.

And why should you succeed when my best ultra agents

have failed?

Because of that shifty little minx who's calling the shots.

Cara.

I taught her everything she knows

about surviving in this city.

How to hide in plain sight.

When and where to find supplies.

If anybody can find her, it's me.

How's that for an assurance?

Yeah, I'm not feeling it.

What I've just injected into your sinus is an explosive charge.

It's not huge, but it'll kill you.

I thought we had a deal. - Oh, we do.

I'm just making sure it works out in my favor.

So...

That's going to go off in 18 hours unless I disarm it.

What you do with that time is of course up to you,

but if you don't bring Cara and her friends in...

Well, let's just say you won't have to worry about that headache anymore.

Aren't you supposed to be in school?

Aren't you supposed to be in your secret lair?

Wearing clothes?

Really though, why are you in Stephen's room?

Oh, just crashing for a bit.