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Every story has a beginning.

We were just an ordinary family
until...

- Hold on!
- Oh, my God!

Something extraordinary
has happened.

You can jump just over a quarter mile,
can lift 11,000 pounds.

I'm fast.

I can hear people's thoughts.

I've got a super-brain.

Our arrangement is over. I'm done.

He's refusing
to take his injections,

and Victoria, I know exactly
how you can help me.

Good morning.

Breakfast is almost ready.
Can you set the table?

Sorry. I have a student council meeting
this morning.

I'm making eggs,
just the way you like them.

No can do. I'm meeting Natalie
for an early morning cram session.

And that's not a euphemism.
They're actually studying.

When was the last time we ate together,
just the 4 of us?

4:00 P.M. Pacific Standard Time,
on Christmas Eve.

That was a long time.
Dinner tonight. No excuses.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

I don't leave a room
that fast even when I use my powers.

There's nothing I'd like more
than to have breakfast with you.

Right after I talk to George.

- Hello, George.
- Good morning. New one for you:

escaped cons on the run as we speak.

Escaped cons?

- How many?
- Four.

And they've already taken out
a couple cops. The ringleader is

Austin Davies.

Last seen on foot,
headed to Pacific Bay College.

He's dangerous, so be careful, Jim.
Go, now.

Move!

Police! Stop!

Out of the way! Move!

Move it!

Watch out! Go!
Go! Coming through!

Move! Out of the way!

Look out!

All right, face down. Come on.

China's Tang Dynasty,

which lasted
from 618 A.D. to 907 A.D.

This is torture.

Will Daphne Powell
ever stop talking?

And much like Europe's Renaissance era,
the Tang Dynasty,

Gotta drown out that voice.

Faltering, I mean flowering.

Daphne, is everything okay?

Sorry. It's just really hard
to concentrate with that music.

Christopher Minor.

Give me that little music box.

And in exchange,
I'll be giving you detention.

Okay, Miss Franco,
we're ready for your report.

It wasn't enough that you got
my brother suspended, now it's my turn?

It's not my fault
you're a total jerk.

Just explain to me why who I am
and what I do is so interesting to you.

"Interesting" is not the adjective
I would use.

Annoying, repugnant.

I'd continue going on,
but I wouldn't want

- to annoy you with my voice.
- Miss Powell.

Since you can't seem to give this class
as much attention as you're giving

Mr. Minor, perhaps you'll
enjoy keeping him company

in detention this afternoon.

Hello?

Hi. It's me, Katie.

Although I didn't need to say "it's me",
because I said my name right afterwards.

Why are you whispering?
Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's Joshua.
He's not getting any better.

Then you should take him
to a doctor.

I know. I've been trying,
but he refuses to go.

I'm really worried about him.

Do you think
that you could take a look at him?

I guess you could bring him to the lab.
It's pretty empty.

Everyone's at that conference
on quantum dots.

Get him here,
and I'll see what I can do.

Right,

just... get him to the lab.

I don't mean to brag,
but I did manage to take down the perp

without anyone seeing me,

and I even made it home in time
for breakfast with Steph.

I know it's not the most
interesting story in the world,

but it does involve
a motorcycle takedown.

Sorry. Do you know who that is?

Another one of your embarrassing
blind date stories?

Rachel Jacobs, I.A.B.

Internal Affairs?

- What's she doing here?
- I didn't want to worry you, but

I've heard rumors that I.A.'s been
looking into some of the arrests

- being made in Pacific Bay lately.
- Why would that worry me?

Two reasons... one,
all of the arrests in question

are of criminals you took down,
and two...

With a one like that,
I'm not sure we need a two.

Mr. St. Cloud.

- I have a few questions to ask you.
- Absolutely.

Rachel Jacobs,
Internal Affairs Bureau.

Jim Powell.
I'm just a sketch artist.

- You wanna get this over with?
- Please.

As we've established,
a radical is a mathematical expression

containing the square root symbol.

To solve a radical expression,

you must first find a number

that when multiplied by itself...

Yields the number beneath
the radical.

Look at this.

Blossoming love via texting.

- I'm L.M.A.O. right now.
- Mr. Litchfield, please don't.

"What's your favorite color?
Hers is Violet,

his blue. Way to put yourself out there,
Mr. Powell.

"Favorite childhood memory"?

Miss Poston says: "the day it snowed
in Visalia where I grew up."

"It had never happened before, and it made
me believe that anything is possible."

There's one thing
that won't be possible, young lady.

You going home after school today,

because I'll be seeing
you both for detention.

I'm sorry.

I know. I've become a walking clich�
a woman who can't find her wallet.

But I'm pretty sure I left it
in my desk.

Let's just grab it and go. The air feels
a little stale in this place.

Katie Andrews.

Ms. Morrow. I was surprised

to hear you decided not to transfer
to the Miami facility.

I had some pretty
compelling reasons to stay.

I see.

Victoria Morrow.

Joshua.

What is it that you do here?

Victoria's the V.P.
of Human Resources.

Human Resources, that's interesting.

It was nice to meet you, Joshua.

I'm sure I'll see you again soon.

Dr. Powell. What a surprise...

To see you here in your own lab.

Joshua. You don't look so well.
Are you...

I'm fine.
I'm just fighting something off.

- Can we get out of here now?
- You should letme take a look at you.

- I might be able to help.
- You planned this, didn't you?

What? No. No.

Yes. I just think that Dr. Powell

- can help you feel better.
- Doctors can't help.

Why not?

- Dr. Powell, what's going on?
- Radiation alarm.

There must be a leak
somewhere in the building.

The doors are sealed.

We're in lockdown.

Nobody's alleged police brutality...

Yet. But how long before one
of these perps file suit?

We have a rogue cop here, counselor,

and it's my job to find out
who it is.

All right, I'll get right on it.

All right, Davies, let's go.

Come on.

Come on, Davies.

You gotta relax, man.

You are acting like a suspect.

That's probably
because I am a suspect.

Not yet. Jacobs is looking for
a rogue cop, not a rogue sketch artist.

Just be cool,
and it'll be over before you know it.

Step forward. All the way through.

Eyes facing forward.
Toes on the yellow line. Let's go.

Toes on the yellow line.

Go.

Move! Move!

What the hell was that?

- Gun! Hold still. Let her go.
- Anybody moves, and she's dead.

- Drop your weapons now!
- Yeah, I'm gonna get right on that.

Ten of us and only one of you.

I think your math is a bit off, ace.

Put your weapons down!
Get them down, now!

Now! Back off. Now get back.
Back up. Back up.

Don't do anything stupid. Get back!

Move now! Turn around!
Get back! Move!

You didn't have any plans
for lunch, did you?

Turn around!

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- Get in there! Move!
- Lock them up.

Get in!

- All right.
- Move!

What the hell are we gonna do?

Tough question. If only
we knew a guy who could stop bullets.

That's your plan?

To out myself in front of
an entire precinct full of cops?

Okay, that's a good point.

Wait a minute.
Did you ever see "Die Hard"?

Did you just ask...
I am insulted that you asked me that.

Air vents. I'll bet these go
to anywhere in the building.

So? Jacobs will get a little suspicious
if you jump down in the middle

of the squad room
and took out four armed felons.

That's why John McClane didn't take on
all the terrorists at the same time.

He picked them off one by one.

I get it.

But in order to get them alone,
you need a man on the inside.

- It's too dangerous.
- Bruce Willis would've never

gotten out of there alive if he didn't
have that black dude helping him.

Jim, let me be your black dude.

Okay, Katie, don't lose your cool.

It's not a big deal.

You're just trapped
in a glass room in a steel building

with absolutely no possible
means of escape.

You're gonna be fine.
Just take some deep breaths.

No. No deep breaths.
You're gonna use up all the oxygen.

See? We're already back online.
Just a matter of time.

Oh, my God.

He's burning up.

Josh, I'm gonna need to examine you.

We're all trapped here, breathing
the same recycled air. We need to know

- what it is you're carrying.
- Good idea. He looks terrible.

It seems we've had a contaminant
leak in the specimen room.

I was able to unlock the interior doors,
but I'm afraid that the rest

of the building's under quarantine
until security finishes its sweep.

I know I'm new here, but isn't there
some kind of clearance level that could

- help us override the system?
- Yes, a black key card.

- Dr. Powell has one.
- She's clearly busy with your friend,

- but perhaps she'd let you use it.
- Yeah.

I'll take good care of him. Go.
Get us out of here.

Thank you.

Katie, wait. Stay here with me?

You're in good hands
with Dr. Powell.

We'll be right back.

The rules are as follows...
no electronic devices,

no talking, no exiting this
classroom without my permission,

and keep your eyes on your
homework at all times.

What if I've already
completed my homework?

Then you can work on the Latin
translation for "not my problem."

Bailey, are you sure you're in the right
classroom? This is detention.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, but
thanks for the concern, president Powell.

I've important work to attend
to in the teachers' lounge,

but I will be checking in,
regularly.

Litchfield's a joke.

He'll stick his caterpillar
eyebrows in here, like, once.

We should blow out.

Just do what he says.
I don't want to get in any more trouble.

Think of it this way... We get
to spend some quality time together.

Actually, about that...

J.J., I need to break up with you.

All right, let me
simplify this for you...

Every half-hour,
I shoot another hostage.

If you want to keep the body count down,
you get me that plane.

- City bureaucracy. Am I right?
- What?

Back in the '90s,

one hostage would guarantee
you a plane out of the closest airport...

One of them private ones, too,
with the leather...

What are you talking about?

You just got off the phone with
the department negotiator, am I right?

Asked you to talk
about your feelings or something?

You need to have a professional doing
the talking for you. I'm an attorney.

Negotiating's what I get paid for.
And my first piece of advice...

Do not violate the civil rights
of these hostages.

You will only piss off the guys
you're trying to get that plane from.

Start by getting that young lady
right there some snacks.

Fed hostages are happy hostages.

Go find some food.

Outside the supply room,

there's some vending machines.

In the hallway,

just outside the supply room.

Yippee-ki-yay.

That was brutal,
how she did you like that.

She went all "shock and awe"
on your heart, man.

The worst part is that we're stuck here
together, so it's like

reverse Stockholm syndrome.

Who says you're stuck here?

You do know what
"detention" means, right?

Come on. Let's get outta here,
liberate my iPod.

Serious? Are you sure...

That's the problem with you smart kids...
too much time thinking about things,

not enough time doing 'em.
And as a bonus,

we show that girl that you
got better things to do

than sit around, thinking about her.

Where you guys going?

- Anywhere but here.
- Are you crazy? You can't leave.

I can't? I thought that if it can snow
in Visalia, anything's possible.

Idiots.

How you doin'?

Where's your friend?
The jumpy guy with the bald head.

I don't know. Why?

I was pretty sure he was here
when all this went down.

Davies.

- He's not in there.
- What?

Nothing but a busted vending machine
and a lot of chips.

I don't know a lot
about you, Joshua,

but I do know a little bit
about your symptoms, so...

why don't you tell me
what you're on?

I appreciate your concern,
but I'm not on drugs.

Right. Then you won't mind
if I take a blood sample.

No needles, no samples.

Look, I'm fine.
I just need some air.

The building's completely secured.

I'm sure I could find a way out
if I put my mind to it.

That door's locked.

We can't go anywhere
until the system's reset.

I'm not going back in that lab,

and I'm not taking any tests.

I don't want to test you.

I just want to help you feel better.

Katie, not now.

Why not?

It's just you and me here.
It's just Joshua and Katie.

You're not Katie.

Did you miss me?

Where is she?

Where is she?

- What are you doing here?
- Taking care of you.

Clearly, Ms. Andrews
isn't up to the task.

Just stay away from us.

How adorable.

Standing up for her when you
can barely stand on your own.

I see chivalry isn't dead.
You, on the other hand...

It's been too long since
your last treatment.

You're going through
severe withdrawal.

All this pain can go away,

if you just come back to us,

to me.

No.

Fine.

We can do it the hard way.

In about 20 minutes, your organs
are going to shut down one by one.

And when you're finally too
weak to put up a fight,

I'll inject you
and bring you to Dr. King.

Don't you see, Joshua,
either way, this

little flirtation with a normal life

will soon be over.

- What are you looking at?
- Me?

No. The other A.D.A. who keeps
staring up at the air vents.

I was wondering when they were
gonna turn the A.C. on in here. It's hot.

Guys, it's Waid.
I need help.

- Waid, where the hell are you?
- I think we missed one of the cops.

I've got him pinned down near
the gun cage, but I need help.

Go!

Waid?

You there, man?

How you doin'?

They should've been back by now.
Maybe we should go looking for them.

You worried about J.J. or Chris?

Don't even bother.
I know you're into that little felon.

- He's not a felon, and I'm not into him.
- I heard he got arrested.

But whatevs. I guess
that's hot in its own way.

Can we please be quiet?
I can't afford another detention.

I almost forgot you were here. So
why'd you dump the president's brother?

- Bailey.
- No, it's fine. I like J.J., but

he was just getting in the way
of my schoolwork.

What an expected yet
depressing answer.

In fact, breaking up with a guy
as smart as J.J. is shortsighted.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, whoever

dated Bill Gates in the ninth grade
is totally kicking herself right now.

Quesada, you there?

What the hell's going on?

Someone is taking out his men.

"Taking out his men"?

You've got one hell
of an active imagination.

Maybe. But one thing
I didn't imagine

was that your buddy was here
when all this went down.

Come on. The only way that Jim can make
bad guys disappear is with his eraser.

Whoever it is, he's not a cop.

Anyone with an ounce
of law enforcement training

would know that they're
putting everyone here at risk.

You and I want to live through this,
we better pray that they catch him.

Where's Joshua?

He followed you
when you left with Victoria.

Any closer to figuring out
what's wrong with him?

Look, Katie,

I hope it's nothing serious.
We're a research facility.

We don't have advanced medicines
that might be required.

Well, we do have access to one

kind of very advanced medicine.

Yes, but we don't know the extent
to which that plant can affect people.

We know it has a chance
of helping them.

And we know that when Dr. Chiles
injected his subjects,

that they developed uncontrollable
abilities that destroyed their lives.

If someone you loved
was in danger...

if this was Jim or J.J. or Daphne...

you would inject
them in a heartbeat.

Don't... trust Katie.

Is he gonna be okay?
Katie, I'm gonna do everything I can.

But what did he mean
when he said I can't trust you?

I have no idea.

Maybe the fever's induced
some sort of mild aphasia?

You need to get something
to bring his temperature down.

Ice packs.
I could get some from the... kitchen.

Good idea. That should help.

Katie,
why are you staring like that?

Well...

It just amazes me
that you can do that.

Can you just give me a minute?
I'm gonna go check on the E.T.A.

- for getting us out of here.
- All right.

Brueur, pick a hostage.

I'm not gonna wait
while these cops try to screw me.

Actually, one of the hostages
wants to talk to you.

Perfect. A volunteer.
Put a bullet in his head.

Do that and you'll never know
who's taking out your men.

So let me get this straight...

- The guy who's been offing my men...
- Is quite possibly the same guy

who's been running around this city
apprehending criminals, including you.

Before you got laid out,
did you catch a look at the guy?

Yeah. I think
he was a stocky guy, bald...

Excuse me!

Excuse me. Can I get
some assistance over here, please?

- Is there something I can help you with?
- Look, man, I had a venti latte

before you guys went all
"Black Hawk Down" in here.

Okay, I think the milk was off.

I got a nervous stomach without
all the guns being pointed at me,

you know, so I gotta go, man.
I gotta go bad.

Speaking as your attorney,

I strongly advise you against preventing
a man from doing his business.

Speaking as the guy with the gun,
I'd advise you to hold it.

This fox running
around my henhouse...

What's his name?

Litchfield almost caught us.

I was sweating, but J.J.

was ice.

You guys are like "Ocean's 11"...

minus the hot guys, nice suits,
and anything remotely interesting.

Yeah? What do you have to talk about
that's so interesting, Bailey, besides,

padded bras and trust funds?

- How about a game of truth or dare?
- No. God, please, can we just be quiet

- so we don't get in any more trouble?
- I'm up for it.

I'll play... if everyone plays.

Fine. Truth or dare?

- Truth.
- Heard a rumor you've been arrested.

- Do you believe everything you hear?
- Kinda depends on how she hears it.

So...

Is it true?

No.

Okay. Daphne...

Truth

or dare?

Truth. No, dare.

I dare you to kiss Chris.

Really mature, Bailey.

I'll do it. No problem.

You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

Excuse me, Mr. Hero,

Mr. Guy Taking Out My Men,

I have one question for you...

How did a guy who looks like you get

a girl who looks like this

to marry you? And these kids...

they're beautiful.
Certainly don't look anything like you.

- You leave my family out of this.
- And there we go.

Hello there, Mr. Powell.

I see you like playing "Die Hard."

I really like that movie, too,
especially the part

where Hans starts
going through the hostages

to find the one
that McClane really cares about.

I'm giving you five seconds.

Five, four,

three...

No. Wait! Don't!

I admit, she's not
the obvious choice,

but at least now we know
what kind of hero you really are.

Sacrificing yourself

for the bitch
that's trying to bust you...

that's commendable.

Stupid, but commendable.

Just don't hurt anyone else.

I'm the one you want.

All right, Natalie,

you're next. How about a little truth,
if you dare?

Fine. Whatever.

- Why'd you break up with J.J.?
- Boring.

- We already did this.
- No, I want to know why.

J.J., I move around a lot.

- Okay, it's just better if...
- Why do you move?

- It doesn't matter. I just do.
- It matters to me.

And me. I want to hear something
juicy out of all this.

I move because I never knew my dad,

and my mom died when I was 4.

So I just bounce around
from one foster family to another.

That's why I can't get distracted
by anything or anyone...

Because if I don't get good grades,

get a scholarship,
then my life stays like this...

Forever.

And I'm sorry, but

I just can't risk that.

- Katie, what's wrong?
- I don't know.

Okay, one minute,
I'm wandering down the hall,

I'm wondering if you would
beat the flash in a race,

and the next, I am waking up
on the floor of the specimen room.

- I think someone might've...
- What the hell is going on?

Oh, my God.

Okay, I don't know who she is
or why she looks like me...

I look like you? You look like me!

I don't know what's going on here,
but somehow one of you is a fake.

- She is. She's body snatcher.
- She is. She's wearing prosthetic mask.

Okay, shape-shifting is a very common
trait among super villains,

and she would know that
if she were the real me.

Enough. Neither one of you
is leaving this room

until I know who you really are.

Oh, I know. A quiz.

Well, that's...

Actually a very solid method
of determining the imposter.

- Okay, a quiz.
- Okay.

Who is your favorite X-Man?

Kitty Pryde.

All right...

Who is the president
on the Battlestar Galactica?

- Laura Roslin!
- No, she was replaced by Lee Adama.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

Whoever she is,
she has clearly studied up on me.

Okay, Katies,

what did you do last week
for the very first time?

No. What are you doing?
Don't come closer.

Watch out.

Stay.

Both of you answer the question.

I will. I'm...

I don't want to say
it in front of her.

It's embarrassing
to be a 28-year-old virgin.

Oh, Katie.

Now it's just you...

And me.

Come on. Hand it over.

We'll get you what you want,
but now she needs medical attention.

Is this the part where you appeal
to my sense of decency?

Get it.

You see, the way I see it.
Today is gonna play out one of two ways.

Either I'm gonna get outta here
or I'm gonna go back to prison.

The only thing killing
somebody's gonna change

is how much there's to clean up
when I'm done.

- You don't need to do this.
- And you didn't have to play hero.

- I guess we're both in over our heads.
- Wait.

They're giving us
everything you asked for.

- The jet, the money, all of it?
- All of it.

- Great.
- Great?

No one has to die.
You got what you want. Just bounce.

Send us a postcard from Morocco,
Lebanon, wherever...

That'd be great.

Except they probably got snipers
all over the precinct,

biding their time for an open shot.

- Take me with you.
- What?

As your insurance,
to keep the cops honest.

Not a bad idea.

Come on.

- Come on.
- What are you doing?

You keep the cops honest,
and she keeps you honest.

Let's move.

You're up.

Truth.

Tell us something
no one knows about you.

I'm gonna tell them about my powers.
Then Natalie will want to be with me.

J.J., no!

Instead of telling you guys,

I'll just show you.

Four months ago,
I was flunking out of school,

and I thought I knew exactly
how my life was gonna turn out.

Then one day,

everything changed.

And I realized...

Like seeing something miraculous
for the first time...

Nice.

I knew that anything is possible.

Just leave me alone.
I didn't want it to end this way.

- You seem like a really sweet girl.
- Stay away from me.

I can't. You've already caused us
enough problems, especially with Joshua.

What are you talking about?
You don't even know him.

I know him, Katie,

quite a bit better than you.

For instance, I know what's happening
to his body now,

I know he's not who you think he is.

And I know that when you're gone...

None of this will matter.

Katie, you all right?

Who are you?

This is all your fault.

- My fault? I saved you.
- I wouldn't need saving

if you weren't running around,
ignoring department protocol.

Protocol?
I was protecting the hostages.

No, you were endangering them
by agitating the hostage takers.

Actually, I'm finding all of
this conversation agitating.

Why don't you just let her go?

You have me.
You don't need both of us.

You know what? You're right.

For what it's worth, I agree.
It was all his fault.

Come on!

This area better be clear!
I see one badge, and I end her.

Get it started.

How the hell are you still alive?

You should be dead.

That's pretty harsh,
even from Internal Affairs.

You know what I mean.
I saw you get shot point-blank.

It helps to be bulletproof.

Kevlar vest.

It's been you, hasn't it? Running
around the city the past six months?

You should get going.
S.W.A.T. will be here any minute.

What, you're not...

- No.
- Why?

Because you're a hero.

You should go.

You did that.

You moved her without touching her.

Dr. Powell.

You all right?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.
What happened?

Victoria she... was me.

She looked like me,

and then she tried to kill me,

and then Joshua was there,

and he saved my life.

I told you
I just needed to sweat it out.

Doors must be working.

What are we gonna do about Victoria?

Whoever she is.

She's gone.

- What do you think she was doing here?
- I don't know.

More importantly, who is she gonna be
the next time she shows up?

Glad to find you all so quiet.

Though I can't imagine any of you
had much to say to each other anyway.

Miss Browning.

Miss Powell.

Mr. Minor, here is your phone.

Chris, can I ask you a question?

Game's over.

It's not part of the game.

Tell me why you got arrested,
and, please,

don't lie to me.

I can always tell
when people are lying.

I was out to dinner with my dad,

which meant he was drinking,

more than usual this time.

I didn't want him to drive,
so I took his keys. And he said,

"you're such a big man,"

that I should drive us home.

But I was nervous. I barely
knew how to work the clutch.

And then...

I didn't see the tree.

I got arrested for driving
without a license,

and my dad?

They say there's a chance
he might walk again.

Because you took his keys,
you probably saved his life.

I guess we'll never know.

Hey, you know what?

You never shared any secrets
with us today.

My secret is...

I like you.

That's a good secret.

Hey, Nat.

I'm really glad I know what's
finally going on in your life.

And I could totally be here for you.

I'll help you
with all your school stuff.

You can hang out at my house.

I know what you're trying to do,
J.J., and it's sweet, but...

I've been taking care
of myself for a long time.

I don't really know
how to do it any other way.

But thanks

for reminding me
what's possible again.

Listen, J.J.,

you're smart enough
to know things happen for a reason.

Don't waste your time
thinking about her.

I'm sure there are better girls
to waste your time thinking about.

I was sick,

and there was a treatment
that somehow made me better,

but it also...

Made me different.

It made me special.

When I met you,
I realized I didn't need this serum

to make me feel that way.

So then you were going through
some sort of withdrawal?

Okay.

We'll try again.
We just need to tell Dr. Powell

- everything that's really going.
- No

No one else can know about me.

What else is there to know?

I don't even know what you can do.

What I can do doesn't matter.

What matters is what I want to do,

and that's be with you.

Is that possible?

Pages turning

lights are burning

see what you could not see

as plain as the day

- Hey, mama.
- Hey, sweetie.

Looks great.

So good to be home.

So...

Who wants to talk about their day?

We won't run

we can't fight

all that keeps us up at night

You guys remember "Die Hard"?

Yeah. Of course.

Believe it or not...

I did that.

Of our lives

our lives