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Previously on Powers...

So, if you're watching this,

I'm probably dead.

Continue your work together.

All of my assets, including this house,

and all my proprietary
technology, are yours now.

Have some fucking fun.

You got to get out of Powers Division.

You think I'm gonna leave my job here?

They're coming for you!

Your father is being picked up
by the Bureau this morning.

Part of an ongoing investigation
into city corruption.

If there's anything you can do to make
this go away, I'm begging you to do it.

Senator Bailey Brown.

He's been making headlines
recently, as he's the main player

for the anti-Powers legislation.

When the use of superpowers
becomes illegal for everyone,

then and only then can we be safe.

Scandalous video of Senator Bailey
Brown emerged this morning.

Now the fate of his bill is in question,

and no one can seem to find him.

I know that you killed Janice,
and I will not stop

until everybody knows the truth.

She was such a fighter.

She fought right until the end.

Fuck! Walker! Walker!

FRANCE, THE BATTLE OF THE ARGONNE FOREST
14 OCTOBER, 1918

Keep your head down.

Victory...

is right over there.

It's yours for the taking.

Take it from those murdering
sons of German bitches.

That nest of vipers is all that stands

between you and your loved ones.

You're the murdering son of a bitch.

Patrick, no.

Did you say something?

Did you?

Yes, sir.

Repeat it.

Stop.

Not these men... Not today.

You coward.

I'm going to have you shot.

I'll save you the trouble.

- Suicide! No!
- No, Patrick, no!

You... stop.

What's your name?

You can call me "death."

==

Has he finally showed up?

No.

Just dropping off more hate mail.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Daniel, not too far now, okay?

You ready for lunch?

Not yet.

Do you miss it?

What?

You know, all that crazy.

No, I don't miss it at all.

Not one bit.

Couldn't be happier.

Make sure your brother
doesn't fall in the lake.

This is Cross.

RESERVATIONS CONFIRMATIONS FOR GUESTS
CHOOSE YOUR PACKAGE

BUY

Fuck!

You know, when people say they feel
like a building fell on them...

That's not what this felt like.

But a building did fall on you.

And they said I was fine.

Yeah.

Fucking miracle.

This felt like my head was exploding,
you know... three times now.

I have no idea why.

You should have been killed.

- Sure, I know that.
- You know, at least broken bones

or suffered a traumatic brain injury...

Something.

But everything is normal.

It's not normal.

What? Oh, surviving that?

- No, it's not normal...
- No, my-my head.

Something's wrong.

I believe you, but I
can't find anything.

What do you mean?

I mean, I can see nothing
organic or problematic

in any test that would point
to a source for your symptoms.

I'm not making this up, Doc.

- I...
- No, I didn't say that.

But you have been through a pretty
serious change of circumstance,

personal loss, job loss.

Now, not to be glib about this,
but have you considered PTSD?

You want a second opinion?

No, I want it to stop.

How about you give us a couple of
days in the hospital under observation?

No, thank you.

Can I just get some painkillers?

All right.

Are you allergic to any
particular medication?

Not that I know of, I...

Walker.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Oh, shit.

Goes both ways.

Nice.

Why are you here?

It's not every day a girl gets to
see her father on trial for his life.

They don't execute you for corruption.

You'd be a cop in prison.

- Point taken.
- Yeah.

What happened in there?

Oh, trial's delayed. Prosecutor
has some new evidence

he needs to review so he
can hang me higher, probably.

Listen... Stay away from this.

If you're going after another
job, being seen with me

is not gonna help your chances.

That's right.

But it doesn't matter. I'm...

I'm done with law enforcement.

Now, don't say that. You're a good cop.

Deena?

What happened?

Just had my eyes opened.

Politics and lies, that's all
this job is, right? You know that.

Pumpkin.

Look, why don't we... have lunch?

You can tell me what's on your mind.

I got to take this.

I... rain check.

Yeah?

What... what now?

Senator Bailey Brown, also
known as the Cobalt Knight,

was found murdered in his Los
Angeles office this morning,

head crushed.

The pathologist on scene called
TOD at roughly 24 hours ago.

That puts him dead early
Thursday morning.

He's a senator, so where's the FBI?

Gone.

The FBI have Retro Girl's killer.

The accomplice is already dead,

and the drainer is
back in our possession.

What about Conrad Moody?

That's being treated
as a suicide for now.

As far as I'm concerned, the little
fuck... Strictly off record,

got what he deserved.

The senator was a Power.

His anti-Powers
legislation made enemies.

The murder happened on our turf.

We are expected to do our job.

So, Walker, you and Pilgrim get
over to the federal building.

It's ours?

Sure, until you fuck it up.

So don't fuck it up.

Miss you.

- You okay?
- Yeah, fine.

Glad to be back.

Hi.

You're that PTB lady.

Nicole Glantz. How are you?

Nervous.

When you're around, shit happens.

Comes with the job.

What's your name?

- Nope.
- That's cool.

Don't blame you.

I'm wondering if you could
identify someone for me.

Do you know what this is from?

Yeah, it's that senator's sex tape.

Do you know who that is?

I'm told this place has the
best cosplay gear in town,

and that Retro Girl outfit
is top of the line.

Did you sell it?

I'm not the only one that works here.

So give me their names.

If they know who this woman
is, I'll give them the $500.

Yeah, she shops here.

Name and address.

I'll get it for you.

We'll be waiting.

It's Pelham.

He's breaking a story on Senator Brown.

That fucking bastard.

What'd I miss?

It's a stunning and horrifically
tragic end to a once-great Power

who devoted his life to the
preservation of law and order.

Senator Bailey Brown,
formerly the Cobalt Knight,

was found murdered in his Los
Angeles office early this morning.

PTB and I will continue to follow
this story wherever it leads,

bringing you every twist and
turn, lifting any rock we find

to expose those responsible.

Some psycho with an axe to
grind had something to do

with this gruesome end
to a tarnished hero,

and no one will keep me
from bringing you the truth.

FRENCH BATTLEFIELD HOSPITAL
16 OCTOBER, 1918

Patrick?

How are you feeling?

Is there anything you need?

I don't know you.

Yes, I'm new.

I haven't been at this very long,

and I get the impression
that you're just starting.

I know.

Your head is buzzing.

You're probably scared.

My name is Janice.

And I'm not really a nurse.

You have the doctors mystified.

A lot of people don't understand
how you did what you did.

It was wrong.

It was necessary.

You don't understand.

Yes, I do.

Who are you?

May I sit down?

Someone just like you.

I'm a freak.

You're a miracle...

One of many...

All of them capable
of changing the world.

The world should end if all we
do is slaughter each other.

We're here to make sure
that doesn't happen.

People like you, like us...

People who can make a difference,
who can stop this madness...

We can change things.

Nothing good can come
from this, not ever.

You need to get away from me.

Patrick, I know what you're
going through right now...

Not another word. You
go, or I will make you go.

And you don't want that.

Until next time.

There won't be one.

There will.

I promise.

I don't think I can do this.

Hello?

You can.

Being a cop comes naturally to you.

Then naturally, I should
be arresting your ass

for murdering Conrad Moody.

Well, there's the law,
and then there's...

- ...what's right.
- There's just... the law.

You believe in justice, Deena.

Sure, but not at the cost of my soul!

Hey, you're in the car,

on your way to a crime
scene with your partner.

We're gonna be fine.

Right?

Right.

For a genius, you had no
sense of organization.

You use the alphabet. Use
numbers, for Christ's sake.

Use something.

Apparently, he's using you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- You made coffee.
- I did.

And you brought sunshine.

Aren't you working it?

How's our house guest?

Calista is still sleeping, and
she hasn't slept in weeks.

Yeah, she's been through a lot.

She's gonna flip when she
hears about Senator Brown.

Two-thirds of the
original Unity now dead.

Well, I don't think SuperShock
has anything to worry about.

And here I was thinking "New Unity"
might be a good name for us.

What?

Be like calling ourselves
"Tempting Fate."

Well, there's no rush, right?

We still have a lot to figure out here.

No, no, no. Not sure I agree with that.

There's a Power vacuum, Zora,

and it's gonna be filled by
whatever gets there first,

bad shit included.

I think we need to let the
public know that we're here

and that we stand
between them and chaos.

Wow, that's all great, but who's "we"?

You, me, and Calista?

Yeah, we're not ready
for anything like that.

Triphammer thought we were.

No, Triphammer thought we had potential.

There's a difference.

So we need to maximize our potential.

Okay, now you're talking.
How do we do that?

Not alone.

We need a commanding officer.

Okay. Let's dial the military down a bit.

Basically, a coach,
someone with experience.

Experience at being a
badass, Level 10 Power,

interested in making us into a team.

- Should I check Craigslist?
- I'm being serious.

I'm serious, too.

No one's gonna want to touch vet
in a can, an Internet joke,

and a road show Retro Girl.

- I heard that.
- I'm so sorry.

- I didn't mean...
- It's okay.

You are an Internet joke.

And I wasn't eavesdropping.
I just have super hearing.

You hear about the senator?

Yeah.

So about this coach?

Think it's a good idea?

Yeah, I know someone that might help.

Blood spray has hard
hits on the ceiling.

Vertical ejection of
bone and brain matter.

- He popped.
- Like a grape.

Then back splash here and over there

where whoever it is flung blood away.

Has Marrs seen this?

Dr. Marrs is out sick. I'm... I'm Wallace.

Covering for her until she gets back.

Is she okay?

Well, cracking Powers can take its toll.

Anyway, I'd say that
the attack was fast.

Takes approximately 500 pounds
of force to crush a man's skull.

So whoever did this
wasn't fooling around.

Was he facing his killer?

Well, it's hard to say, but based
on the evidence, I'd say yes.

Two glasses and a bottle.

Yep.

And the safe was open when you got here?

The staffer said it was,
but you should check.

Yeah.

Can I... scrape him up now?

Two seconds.

The door was locked, but
the window was open?

Again, staffer said yes, but...

- You should... check.
- We'll... we'll check, yes.

- Scrape away.
- Okay.

We're gonna need surveillance
video for this guy.

- And satellite imagery.
- Yeah.

Who's your favorite?

Ignoring the shit ton of Powers
hate mail against his legislation?

His bill died as soon as he fell
from grace, so why murder him?

Well, you kill one anti-Powers
leader, you threaten them all.

He could've done it any time. Why now?

Sex tape.

- Okay.
- So crime of passion.

He got a jealous
girlfriend or boyfriend.

Someone mad that it got out and
didn't want any more out there?

Okay, let's start there.

Interviewing 1,000 angry Powers.

Awesome.

It's good to be back.

Walker?

Yeah.

He's kind of an asshole. I know.

Yeah, but he was Diamond.

So he knows things.

What about your friend SuperShock?

I don't think so. He's not that sociable.

And...

Nothing.

He seems to like you.

Yeah, but no, seriously, he's cranky,

and it's best not to bother him.

And Walker's not cranky?

Well, at least we know
where to find him.

And he knows us.

And if he gets mad and stomps
his foot or something,

the whole ceiling's not gonna fall off.

- Okay.
- Great.

Let's talk to Walker.

That's something I think
I should do alone.

- If we all come at him...
- Yeah.

What if Walker says no?

Plan B.

What's that?

Hell if I know.

USA

BURBANK, CA., B-17 BOMBER FACTORY
MARCH, 1945

Melissa, I need the
Sperry rep on the phone.

Tell him it's about
the reflector sights.

Melissa, are you there?

I think Melissa went to get a sandwich.

How did you get in here?

- Security's gonna flip.
- You look good, Patrick.

Doing your part, I see, making
sure the bombs drop on time.

You need to go.

That's what you said last time.

How did you avoid the draft? Flat feet?

My skills made sense here.

Do a lot of heavy lifting then, do you?

I'm good with numbers.

Really?

What do you want?

Well...

I want you to take a
number and add something to it.

Say eight million, the number
of people in New York City,

plus one atomic bomb.

What are you talking about?

Success and failure.

The failure of our boys out
in the American southwest

doing their best to create a weapon
that could end this war tomorrow

and make Germany and Japan surrender
like that, if not for the fact

that they can't figure it out.

They've tried and tried,
but it's a no-go.

On the other hand,

Hitler's boys made the cut.

What?

The Nazis figured out how
to split the atom, Patrick.

They made a bomb that can destroy
New York, London, or Paris

in the blink of an eye, and
it's only a matter of time

and maybe days before the war ends
and we're all under Axis thumbs

helping them build rockets
to goose step on the moon...

Those of us still alive, that is.

And that is why President Truman
would like to discuss with you

the possibility, however slight,
of you getting off your ass

and saving the world.

- Mrs. Bailey.
- So bad news.

Forensics says the only prints on
the glasses were the senator's.

And video surveillance is a dead end,

inside, outside, even satellite stuff.

Any good news?

The woman in the sex video's
name is Belinda Kowaleski.

She's a babysitter and a stripper.

Not kidding.

She looks better as a blonde.

Where is she now?

Underground, off the grid.

No credit cards used,
no cash withdrawals,

not at her last known
address, and hasn't been

since her debut with the senator.

You think she'd be pimping
on a reality series by now.

Maybe she's scared.

Shit. It's Nicole Glantz.

Do not answer that.

Hey, I'm a little busy.

I'm here with Belinda Kowaleski.

Okay.

I see from that reaction
that means something.

Where are you?

Guarantees first.

Why?

Because she says her
boyfriend killed the senator,

and I want to be there
when you take him down.

WASHINGTON, D.C. - 28 APRIL, 1945
TWO DAYS BEFORE THE DEATH OF HITLER

If your name is Patrick, get in the
goddamn car. I don't have all day.

Yes, I'm the President.

If you're gonna shit yourself,
do it outside the car.

Need to get this back to my
secretary in 30 minutes,

and I don't want a hitch
in this goddamn giddy-up.

You gonna breathe sometime soon?

Yes. Hello, sir.

Right, sorry about the cloak-and-dagger.
I normally do this in the office,

but we're working outside protocol here.

Janice tells me you're
the man for the job.

Will you do it?

Do what, sir?

Save the free world.

I'd have her handle it. Lord
knows she's built for action...

But she's got her hands full with
Tojo and all that happy-crappy.

What is it that you have in mind?

What is it I have...

Like I'm ordering a drink in the club car.

What I have in mind, if you
are the man for the job,

is the death of Hitler, the
securing of their Nazi A-bombs,

and a swift conclusion to
this worldwide horseshit.

You want me to kill Adolf Hitler?

Fuck that fucker up, yes, sir.

And any other toads you
get your hands on.

Himmler and Goering would be nice.

The eggheads have him in a
bunker under the chancellery.

The closer the Russians get,

the sooner he's liable to use his bombs.

We done talking yet?

I want something from you.

I wasn't expecting a horse trade.

- If I get you Hitler's bombs...
- After killing that

screamy little fucker and anyone
else you can get your hands on.

Yes.

You must promise me you'll destroy them.

Destroy...

That...

That's a tough ask, young man.

I could just throw them into the sun.

Don't.

I have got people desperate
to get to the bottom

of this atomic thing, and
we need to get there,

if only to stay ahead of
our next batch of enemies.

What next batch?

Son, they grow like
mushrooms in the dark.

They're coming, trust me,

and with bigger bombs.

Fine.

You figure them out
and then destroy them

and never make another one.

- Son...
- They can't be used.

Not ever, especially not by us.

Hitler dead.

I destroy the bombs. They never get used.

Not ever.

You have my word.

A grateful nation thanks
you, or they will.

Well, actually they won't.

This has got to be just
between you and me.

Good, I see you found the place okay.

Please. I stalk you, don't you know?

Where's your meal ticket?

Can we be nice?

I might have just solved
this case for you,

and I could use the acknowledgement.

- You need a pat on the head?
- Hey, come on, come on.

I want to keep my job.

Pelham and I are in a bit of a thing.

He wants you out, or...

He feels threatened. Fuck him.

At least that's one thing we agree on.

Hey, common ground.

There you go.

Just to be clear, you're
cool with my demands, right?

Yeah. Where's Belinda Kowaleski?

Right here.

I have a few demands myself.

Like what?

That he won't come kill me

after he rips out your
throats trying to arrest him.

I love this job.

His name is Teddy Morosco.

When he's stressed, he gets
super hairy, pointy ears,

and his teeth get big.

And he's quick.

You'll need to nuke him, or
you're dead, and I'm dead.

You're salivating, Nicole.

He good at climbing walls?

Hell, yeah.

He kept showing up in my room.

I'm in a sixth floor
single at Park La Brea.

At least, I was until
the tape shit happened.

He'd come in through the window
and practically hump my leg every night.

Okay.

Belinda...

how did you meet the senator?

Answered an ad.

"Perv with camera seeks Powers
cosplay for sexy snaps."

Sex was never supposed to be involved.

The guy got pushy, and he had cash,
and I thought, "What the hell?"

I didn't know he was a senator
until the tape came out.

But, then you disappeared.

Had to.

Nicole found me through a
neighbor who was getting my mail.

That's how I got this.

That's Teddy's confession
before the fact, pretty much.

He said he'd win me back
by defending my honor.

By killing the senator.

Said he was gonna bite
the bastard's head off.

Did he?

Well, we're gonna find out.

You have an address for Teddy?

He's crashing at this creepy, old...

We're good? We have
an understanding, right?

BERLIN
30 APRIL, 1945

7 AUGUST, 1945

Mein Fuhrer, the car is waiting.

We need to leave now
to make it to the plane.

Yes, yes! Get the dog!
Don't forget the dog!

Mein Fuhrer?

Wish I didn't have to interrupt.

But we all have things to do...

...and places to go...

You made the atomic bombs!

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

Tell me where to find them!

On a plane! On a plane to Moscow!

You're too late.

You murdering son of a bitch.

Mein Fuhrer.

Is everything all right?

Mein Fuhrer!

Your turn.

_

Who is it?

It's your father.

Oh, shit.

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter. I just
stopped by to see you.

Really?

'Cause I just got here.

- Were you out there waiting for me?
- Can I come in?

Yeah.

And?

So you're back on the firing line.

Yes. Yes!

I am gainfully employed.

Working with Walker.

What did your lawyer have to say?

We're back on tomorrow.

I guess the prosecutor
got his ducks together.

Don't be there.

I can't anyway.

I'm picking up a suspect in an hour.

Tomorrow's gonna be hard.

Yeah. For both of us.

Is there anything you need to tell me?

What?

Look, I am your father.

It's in my job description to
listen and help you out if...

Help with what?

I don't know, you tell me.

Nothing to tell.

Look, Deena, I'm not here to
lecture you or demand the truth

- of whatever the hell went down...
- Went down with what?

I don't know.

I'm just here if you want to talk.

Thank you. I don't.

The next time we talk may include
a pane of glass and two telephones.

So if there is anything...

Dad, I got to go.

Yeah.

Yeah, I... I understand.

Go do your job.

- Be careful.
- Thank you.

I love you.

Okay, guys, keep it simple in there.

This is a high-risk warrant, so
stay focused, don't get bunched up.

- Are those both rolling?
- Yes.

If shit goes south in there,
you give them to me, okay?

That wasn't the deal.

Or you could give them to
him now, stay in the van.

- Okay.
- Okay, good.

Let's go. Good luck.

Police!

Right here, on your right!

- There he goes!
- Coming your way!

Go, go!

Hey!

He's down!

Subject's down!

Secured.

Not a match.

If he bit the senator's head off,
it was with a spitless mouth.

No saliva.

No matching DNA at all.

No hair, no claw marks
on the exterior of the...

Okay, enough. Thank you. We get it.

He alibi out?

On the night in question, he
was at a bar in Bakersfield

playing in a band from 9:00 p.m.

till 4:00 in the morning.

So, not your dog.

No, only thing he's guilty of
is writing a stupid letter

to his ex-girlfriend.

Speaking of letters, we
should get to that hate mail.

Give me a minute. I got a thing.

Where you going?

Her dad's trial, I would think.

That's today?

- It's been all week.
- Shit, right.

But you've got a lot
on your mind, I guess.

Yeah.

Mother f...

Holy shit, are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, terrific.

What's up?

Maybe now's not a good time.

Yeah, well, haven't you noticed?

Times are shitty all over.

Come, walk and talk.

Okay, so Tiberio, Zora, and I
were thinking that...

And who's... who's Tiberio?

That's Triphammer's new recruit.

Oh, yeah. Martinez.

Yes.

You should go see a doctor.

I did.

He says it's just a headache.

I'm good. What can I do for you?

Well, we want to team
up, but we need help.

Help?

Guidance.

What kind of guidance?

We want you to be our Powers coach.

Seriously?

Come on, you've been there.

Triphammer's gone, and who trained you?

You didn't become Diamond overnight.

Somebody guided you, like Janice or...

It wasn't Janice.

Who was it?

Patrick.

SuperShock.

- You're kidding me.
- No.

You should ask him. He'd
probably get a kick out of it.

I'm asking you.

Look, I appreciate it, and
really, it would be an honor.

But...

I'm not the right guy.

- You could be.
- I...

I'm not, okay?

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Walker.

God bless you.

- See you later.
- You betcha.

What the fuck was that?

That was the threat of exposure.

Certain people further up the
food chain weren't comfortable

with the idea of me being
questioned, and that ends that.

Like I said, the past is a bitch.

Yeah.

So is the present.

Doesn't have to be.

So how do you do it?

Do what?

Get through every day, everyone
thinking you're a great cop,

but you know in your heart you're shit.

- No, Deena...
- No, no, no, Dad.

I really...

I need to know.

You make allowances.

Allowances?

Yeah.

What? Like, you let things slide even

though you know you shouldn't, and
that somehow makes things better?

Yes.

The world needs this, so you do that.

Keep it simple.

But you broke the law.

You and your mother deserved the
best life I could give you.

You were my world.

All I ever wanted to do,

when I grew up was be like you.

Honey.

Tell me what happened.

I grew up.

I grew up, Dad.

Hey.

I'm sorry it didn't work out for you.

Oh, it worked out, just
not the way I'd hoped.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

I'm done for the day.

- I was wondering if I could buy you a...
- No.

You don't know what I was going to say.

Still, no.

Okay.

Rain check.

Yeah.

Yeah.

A few hours ago, the world learned
of the atomic bomb and its use

against the city of Hiroshima in Japan.

The descriptions of this new weapon's
devastating and awesome power

stagger the imagination.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

If Truman's hand was
forced, then he had to.

He did it. He was there, too.

Patrick, who was?

As more information comes to light,
we await further developments

from the White House
and President Truman...

Regarding the decision to use this...

He's a destroyer. He's everywhere.

Who are you talking about?

The Ghost.

==

I know who killed him.

Hey, Patrick, what are you...

I know who killed the Knight.

Who?

It was him.

Morrison.

You might know him better as The Ghost.

He killed Senator Brown, and...

He's gonna kill me next.

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