CCCara Coburn
I know you have a life here. A family. But the people who are like us? The ones we found? The ones we will find? They are my family. I'm not gonna let anything happen to them. And I won't let anything happen to you. Now, please, Stephen. Just come with me.
SJStephen Jameson
You know, when you first started talking to me the mysterious voice in my head. Even when I thought I was crazy I trusted you. I have to find out what happened to my dad, okay? Whether or not he's a hero, if he's alive, I have to know. But there's only one way I can find him without losing everyone else. Now, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy for doing this--
Stephen, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
Cara. It's your turn to trust me.
AFAstrid Finch
I didn't say that.
No, no. I'm telling you, there's a reason for everything that I've been through, okay? Every unexplained symptom, every misdiagnosis, and you're taking their side?
You want me to be crazy, is that it?
Listen, I stuck by you, and your whole year of crazy, because I care about you. And just so you know, everybody didn't leave. You pushed them away. Which is exactly what you're doing to me.
Well, are you taking your meds?
Yes! Astrid, I'm taking my meds, but maybe I need something a little stronger like an ice pick lobotomy, or maybe I should just save everyone the trouble and check myself into the loony bin.
Okay. Let me see your pills.
I just want to check to see if being a raging dick is a side effect?
Okay, okay, wait wait wait, wait. Where are we? How-... Who are you?
You're in an abandoned subway station 100 feet below the streets of Manhattan. You teleported here. Actually... I teleported you.
We're called Tomorrow People. And we didn't choose the name, I swear.
[laughing, seeing the others] This isn't happening. It's just another one of my crazy dreams.
[telepathically] It's not a dream, Stephen.
You've heard of telepathy? It's another one of our powers.
The three Ts, the third being telekinesis.
[Stephen nods humorfully]
[to John] He doesn't believe us.
It's funny, the teleporting usually sells it.
No offense, but any second I'm gonna wake up someplace awful. Maybe another three-way at the neighbors' place.
[John smiles at the thought]
You don't understand, Stephen. You're one of us. You're breaking out.
You're waking up in weird places, Stephen? You're not sleepwalking. You're teleporting. You hear Cara's voice in your head, that's telepathy. Your latent powers are starting to appear. Soon, you'll be able to do this.
[Stephen begins levitating off the floor with no effort whatsoever evident on John's face]
Okay, oka- okay! Okay! Put me down! Put me down!
[Stephen falls into a crouching position. One of the others laughs]
No, no, I'm having a psychotic break. My meds are off or something.
No, no, no more pills. They're obviously addling your brain.
What he means... is the drugs are just going to get in your way.
Get in my way? You have no idea what my year has been like.
[with a hurt expression] Stephen, I know exactly what it's been like. I know how alone you've felt, how scared. You feel like you're turning into a different person, like your mind isn't your own. All those hours on your therapist's couch? I was there with you, Stephen. When we're connected, I feel what it's like to be you.
Look, we get that you're looking out for us, but Stephen called it. At some point we have got to stop playing defense, and fight back. I mean we've hiding out down here for two years.
Which is two years longer than any of us would have survived up top.
We are all for survival. But if we're not going to stand up for our own, what's the point of surviving?
You sent in a kill squad to mow down a 17-year-old kid?
JPJedikiah Price
Okay, first of all, he's not a kid, he's not even human. No offense. He's a paranormal menace.
And that gives you license to put him down like an animal?
Look, I told you from the very beginning, we were in a shadow war with your kind and mine. You didn't think there'd be any casualties?
Okay, enough with the war lingo. This isn't a war, it's genocide.
We all made sacrifices, Stephen, but somehow, you think you're special.
You don't think I know what it's like to lose someone? Up until last week, I thought my dad, your great hero, was just some human loser who left me. Now I don't know what to think other than he's alive. But how are you gonna find him if you're hiding down here like a bunch of paranormal refugees? I will do whatever it takes to find my dad. If that means working for Ultra, fine.
Jedikiah's goal is to eliminate our species from the face of the planet. I worked there, Stephen. I know. Getting inside your head, it's just the beginning. You haven't even scratched the surface of what they can do. And as long as you're down here, the rest of us aren't safe!
That's why I have to find him. I can't let that be my last memory of my dad.
I'm gonna do what he asked me to do. I'm gonna take care of my family. I'm going to be a better brother, a better son, and a better friend, to both of our species. Because what I've realized, is that I can't turn my back on either of them. The only way I can do all this, is by pretending to be a good soldier, by working for my uncle, staying one step ahead of him. And that is what I'm going to do.
Where'd you come from? I was waiting for you outside.
Hey, uh, I teleported. Kidding. Kidding, kidding. Uh, my-my mom gave me a lift.
Great. I see we've moved into the comedy portion of your psychotic break.
One of my classmates, who's been having pretty serious mental problems, is thinking about killing herself.
So... I-I should try to help her?
What was it that Stalin once said? "When one man dies it's a tragedy, when millions die, it's a statistic." Well, obviously he was a monster. And he had it backwards. Because what happens if by using your powers to help this person, you accidentally reveal to the rest of the world that there's a new species living amongst them? One that could read their thoughts, steal their secrets, prey upon them. Humans would either try to exploit you or kill you and then millions would die, of your kind and mine. And that would indeed be a tragedy.
So what does make Emily? Is she the statistic?
You can't save everybody.
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.
