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Previously on Powers...

Oh, it's just perfect.

Kids, we have our new Retro Girl!

Yeah!

Surprise.

Are you fucking with me?

What is wrong with you?

She's gone. You can't take her place.

I have her powers.

And what was her weakness?

She didn't have any.

She's dead.

I'm taking your advice

and reopening the Retro Girl case.

You do whatever you need to do.

I think we ought to stop

getting in the middle of their problems,

let them handle it themselves.

We could use
SuperShock, now more than ever.

This must stop!

- Hey!
- This isn't what you think.

That you killed Retro Girl and Krispin?

No, he's gonna kill me. Please.

We need to go. He's here.

We're not going anywhere
until you tell me who.

His name is Derek Warner.

He goes by the name "Heavy".

This is bigger than we imagined.

How big?

Move, move, move, move, move, on the floor!

On the floor, everybody down!

- What's going on?
- Drop your weapons.

This precinct is now under federal control.

Oh! Again!

Hard again!

- Say it.
- This is what I deserve.

- Say it!
- I'm weak.

- Say... say it.
- Ah, I'm weak, I'm weak.

I'm weak.

Scandalous video of Senator Bailey Brown

emerged this morning.

A public critic of Powers,

Brown's private activities
reveal a different side.

Once a beloved Power himself,

the Cobalt Knight stunned the world

when he hung up his cape
after the 1967 earthquake

to become a law maker.

Just yesterday, Senator Brown campaigned

for his Powers Reform Act.

When the use of superpowers
becomes illegal for everyone,

then and only then can we be safe.

Constitution doesn't say "We the Powers,"

it says "We the People."

The Senator's legislation
had been gaining momentum

thanks to the surge in Powers-related crime

since Retro Girl's murder.

But now, the fate of his bill

is in question, and no one
can seem to find him.

Hey, hey, buddy, where were you?

Any comment on the Senator Brown video?

Hey, hey, it's the prettiest
tough guy in town.

Nice shades, except is cloudy outside.

What are you doing? Just looks cool?

Is that the deal? And that vampire jacket,

that really works.
I'm sure all the criminals

just fucking run and hide.

One more thing. Hey, how did your dick

not get crushed when you used
to fuck Retro Girl?

Uh-oh. Uh-oh!

Poked the bear.
What are you gonna do, huh?

Or maybe you don't have a dick anymore.

Is that it?

That's it, isn't it?

Yeah, you don't have a dick anymore.

That must be embarrassing.

You want to punch me?

Why don't you do it
in front of all these cameras?

That's a great idea.

- Fuck you, asshole.
- Yeah.

Oh, but you wanted to.

We had a moment.

Did we have a moment?

Next week, same time, okay?

Thanks.

Morning, Detective.

Oh, Christ.

Donuts. How imaginative.

You haven't returned my calls.

Most people take that as a "no."

And they're cronuts, not donuts.

Because you're not some beat cop,

and I'm not some paparazzo
looking for a reaction shot.

I want a sit-down, on-camera exclusive.

The fuck's a cronut?

It's a croissant-donut hybrid.

It's like eating a butter cloud.

Never spoke about Janice before.

Sure as hell not gonna start now.

Your point of view is unique.

People want to know what you think.

About the Senator's S&M
fantasies with Retro Girl?

About the FBI takeover of Powers Division.

And yes, the fate
of Senator Brown's anti-Powers legislation,

now that his
private activities have been exposed.

Don't forget the return
of Retro Girl and SuperShock.

Exactly.

Not a chance.

Chin up, please.

Like this?

Oh, the symmetry is astonishing.

Thank you, Retro Girl.

Come in.

This is where I live.

Serena, load up image 2643, please.

I want to show you something, come here.

Loading image 2643.

This is from this morning.

Serena, enlarge scan by 300%, please.

Image enlarged.

That's you.

I have my very best artist
working on your face,

so it'll be several months before we see

a working prototype.

Does it really take that long?

You are Retro Girl.

You will be worth the wait.

Are you hungry?

Again!

Now, this is some seriously fucked up shit.

Man, I used to collect
that guy's trading cards.

- This is what I deserve.
- Say it!

Of course you did.

I'm weak!

- Aah, I am weak.
- Say it.

- Hey.
- Hey, what's up?

Looking for this?

Found it stuck to my ass this morning.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What? Come on.

Cat lady is running the whole division now.

No one gives a fuck about us.

Do not bring this shit to work.

- Thanks for the help.
- No problem.

Walker, you shouldn't have.

I didn't.

What are you talking about?

I'm a little bitch.

That's pretty good.

Oh!

Hey.

Love what you've done with the place.

Your bosses don't have you
wasting any time.

I'll be briefing the entire department

and making assignments shortly, Detective.

Look, it's not what I came here to discuss.

It's the only matter we have to discuss.

You want to get a cronut?

You better get out there.

He doesn't like sweets.

Is that true?
Or you just don't want to have

a real conversation with me
about what happened?

Professor Kleer missed his parole meeting.

I need you to bring him in.

No, come on, Angela.

That... That's your assignment.

Professor Kleer?
You really want to talk about

an invisible burglar
with everything that happened?

I want to share information with you.

- With all the things we know...
- I have been given...

provisional authority
over this division, Detective.

Kleer is a threat to public safety.

Sure, okay. That is unfortunate.

But I'm working
on the Retro Girl murder case only.

And you can help me.

That case is officially closed.

No, it is not.

You know it isn't, Angela, okay?

Cross re-opened it.

Cross isn't here, is he?

No, that's a fuck-up.

But you are, Angela.

Acting Commander Lange.

I expect to see Kleer
under the Drainer by day's end.

Keep an eye on him.

Looks like you two were having
quite the conversation.

Thought the tail was gonna come out again.

Well, Commander Lange
is too disciplined for that.

"Commander Lange?"

- Mmm-hmm.
- Okay, that's it.

I got everything we need.
We're getting out of here.

What's in the bag?

Office Depot's got nothing on me.

What's in there?

Hold on.

- Shit.
- Are you...

Avoiding your dad again?

FBI takes over Division,
he either wants something

or he's going to tell me I'm fucked.

Why would I avoid that?

And I've been watching you.

You mean on the Internet?

Me getting pummeled by Wolfe?

That was the bravest thing
I've ever seen a person do.

I don't know.

I've seen a lot of Powers
in my day, good and bad.

And you, Zora, you're the real thing.

That means a lot.

Coming from you.

And given the current climate...

people need to be
reminded that Powers can make a difference,

can do good in this world.

Yeah.

I've been trying.

God knows, every day I am trying.

I'm trying, too.

But I'm getting a little old for the field.

So I was hoping you might help me.

You want me to work with you?

When things go down, I get the call.

There's work to be done, Zora.

I can't do it myself.

I don't know, Mr. Triphammer...

Harley. Please.

I don't know if I'm ready, Harley.

Just give it some serious thought.

Please?

Yeah.

Jump Striker. Retro Girl.

Krispin. THX.

Marigold.

Hello, what's this?

Five other bodies in the area

the feds have attributed to Heavy.

Apparently, by the way,
local law enforcement

have been on the wrong people.

Nice, huh?

You gotta be kidding me.

What?

Motherfucking classified?

The Lance is one of Lange's informants?

Yep.

Explains why we couldn't arrest him.

And THX was Lance's number two.

So your girlfriend knows...

that THX was working for Heavy.

No, we don't know what Angela knows,

and what the Bureau
is still hiding from her, okay?

- Okay.
- We interrogated THX off-site,

which means the FBI maybe does not know

about the Hacks' connection to Heavy.

If I was an assassin,

I would use the Hacks to hide my money.

Hiding the money.

Do you think that Lance
is the middleman for Heavy?

Maybe... This is Walker,
I need a records search, please.

For The Lance...

I... I don't remember his name.

You don't answer your phone,
I start thinking you're dead.

I'm working, Dad.

Really?

Powers Division's going down the shitter,

this how you gonna play it, Walker?

Hey, Waldo. Just on the phone.

I'm gonna give you guys a minute.

No, don't need a minute.

Oh, my good Christ.

- Dad, can't do this right now.
- This case was closed.

Tied up in a neat little bow,
disaster averted...

And it's none of your business.

But for some reason, you and your partner

can't let it go.

And why do you think that is, Dad?

What possible reason could I have

for working a murder
that no one wants solved?

Look, listen, I know you want
to do the right thing...

- Yeah!
- But you gotta...

get out of Powers Division,
and you gotta get out now.

- Dad, stop!
- I know this guy at the ATF.

He's getting ready to retire,
I've been talking to him about you.

- You what?
- There's a job waiting for you, pumpkin.

You just have to call, it's all set.

You think I'm gonna leave my job here?

So that what? Your... your
cronies can call in favors?

They're coming for you!

You went off the reservation,

stuck your nose in federal shit!

Are you actually worried
about me? Actually?

Or are you just disappointed

I'm not using this to line my pockets?

They're gonna find some way to fuck you up.

Both of you.

Maybe.

But at least we'll go down
for the right reasons.

Oh.

Got something?

Uh, maybe. But we'll...

It's all right. Dad was just leaving.

Look, if you're any kind of partner,

even just half a man,

you'll tell her to take the damn job

and get as far away from this as she can.

It's her decision, Waldo.

- Do you want to...
- No.

No.

We got something.

You want to take a ride?

Let's go.

Why would I expose my best customers?

Daisy, darling.

Can you hold my calls?
Will you? Thank you, my love.

You're a regular businessman, huh?

Ah, yeah. Well, what can I say?

I've gone straight.

Vice raids your sex
club, they may disagree.

Yeah, so tiresome how law enforcement

concerns themselves with
intimate activities.

How do you think your clients will feel

about their intimate activities...

been filmed on hidden cameras?
- Hmm...

That must take a bite out of your business.

Makes me think someone made you an offer

you couldn't refuse,

like, maybe, a certain assassin.

Maybe these theories amuse you,

but I have pressing shit to attend to.

Okay, I reconsider cutting this short,

since we know you're
a paid informant for the FBI.

You told Agent Lange you have
no connection to Heavy.

But... she doesn't know that your boy, THX,

helped him kill Retro Girl.

She doesn't know?

- No, she does not.
- You should tell her.

No. He's a paid snitch for the FBI,

let's out him on the street.

Again, with the theories.

Yeah. Let's test the theory.

Mmm, good luck.

The Senator
was a cheap submissive who didn't...

pay his fucking bills.

What is your connection to Heavy?

My connection?

You may have noticed
that anyone who's had face time

with that fuck is dead.

That's not what I fucking asked.

Did you release the video for Heavy?

No.

Not for Heavy.

Not for Heavy?

What? So, then...

It was Heavy?

- Holy shit!
- I'm not following.

- I'm a little lost.
- Heavy hacked the Hacks.

Imagine if that got out.

If that's all, Detectives,

then Yolanda and Daisy will see you out.

So if Heavy puts the video online,

who's he trying to take down?

The Senator? Or The Lance?

Maybe both.

If there's a connection between Heavy and
the Senator, we're gonna find it.

Mmm, we know they're both
connected to The Lance.

And we have to assume Heavy's
gonna find out we were here.

- I fucking hope so.
- What?

The FBI's been looking
for Heavy for 10 years.

We're going to make it easy
for him to find us.

Hi.

I'm looking for Harley.

Okay.

Sorry, manners.

I'm Zora.

Martinez.

He expecting you?

Uh...

Do you work for him?

Like a personal assistant or something?

I just do what needs to be done.

It's how I was raised.

Not that you'd know anything about that.

Nice car.

Excuse me?

I'll leave him a note.

Look, I don't know
who the fuck you are, okay?

Triphammer asked for my help.

Not the other way around.

I came to say yes.

So, put that in your note.

- Uh, yes!
- No.

This isn't fair, this is my first time.

No.

No.

Uh, which buttons are you
pushing that I'm not pushing?

Uh, the right ones.

- Whoa.
- Oh, nice.

Oh, popcorn break, popcorn break.

No, punch-you-in-the-face break.

Oh! Uh-uh.

Combo!

Combo this.

Oh, nice. Blocked.

You're supposed to go easy
on me, that's not fair.

I would never. I respect you
too much to go easy on you.

No, no, no. Go back, go back.

Oh, yeah!

What the he... What?

Champion

I'm the champion

I thought maybe you worked up
a bit of a thirst

while you were taking me down back there.

That was such a rush.

Well, I'm glad to know
that defeating a mere mortal

still holds a certain charm for you.

You know, it's wild. I've never really
even played video games before.

Come on. Don't rub it in.

No, I'm not. It's just...

I've always been too embarrassed to do it.

Why?

I could never remember
which buttons to push,

and everyone
was yelling at me, and I just felt stupid.

And I didn't have video games.

Most days we barely
had enough money to eat.

That is something

you are never going to have
to worry about again.

You know, it's weird.

Playing with you just now,

it was like I didn't even
have to think about it.

You just made it happen, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Because you fly now.

And you're experiencing a level of control

you have never had before.

And that will
translate into every aspect of your life.

I guess.

Uh, you don't have to take my word for it.

Go out and... and try it.

See what happens.

- No fucking way.
- What?

Senator Brown ran a consulting firm

that contracted with the FBI.

What did they do?

Powers Recruitment.

- What?
- Senator Brown...

brought Heavy into the Bureau.

Holy shit. Are... are you sure?

Timeline fits.

Senator Brown isn't
just connected to Heavy.

He made him.

- This is good.
- Yeah.

This is good. We start with phone records,

uh, home, office, everything, get'em all.

The man's a United States Senator.

We're gonna need a judge.

Means we're gonna need Lange.

- Deena, I...
- No.

Look, I fucked up with her, okay?

I should've just told her the truth then.

She knows now.

- Oh, shit... go, go, go.
- Get... go.

Okay, what the fuck is going on?

- Stop right there.
- Our car just blew up.

It wasn't us.

You've had Schlag tailing us all day.

I saw you, you fucker.

I'm supposed to just believe you?

- Stop it!
- Angela.

Listen to me!

I swear to you.

It wasn't us.

Look, if you're telling the truth,

it proves everything
that I was saying about Heavy.

Okay? Whoever hired him
knows that we're getting close,

they'll do anything to try
to stop us getting to him.

I have my orders.

And so did you, Detective.

Direct orders that you've
just chosen to ignore.

Angela, if we'd been working together,

we would've caught him by now.

That wasn't your assignment.

He should be behind bars
for at least 12 murders.

And he killed Janice,
you fucking know he did!

Of course I know it!

But the Retro Girl case is closed.

And as long as I'm in charge,

it's going to stay that way.

Do you hear me?

Jesus fuck.

You don't give a shit about the truth.

Do you? Or even justice.

I am a government asset.

- Thanks to you.
- Deena, let's just go.

Your activity has put
a giant target on your back.

I will use whatever means
necessary to bring in Heavy,

that includes you, Christian.

You want a target?

I'll give you a fucking target.

Fuck.

So, you know, once we're rolling,

I'll ask any question I want.

Hope you're ready.

I'm ready.

What I'm about to say,
I'm not sure you're ready.

Ready to go in five...

Come on, Trip, I don't need this shit.

Yes, you do.

Maybe this is a bad idea.

You both need to train.

How am I supposed to fight him?

He's... You know.

A cripple?

No.

No. Come on.

But you're not a real Power.

Oh, I'm very real.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

All right. Let's see it.

You sure?

Seriously?

That all you got?

Is that all you've got?

Without knowledge, skill cannot be focused.

And without skill,
strength cannot be brought to bear.

Better.

I, I'm sorry.

Uh, you're saying...

I'm saying that
the Retro Girl murder case is not closed.

Her killer is still at large.

Krispin Stockley, your former partner's son

and the confessed killer,
was actually innocent?

That's correct.

I believe a...

hired assassin killed Retro Girl.

Derek Warner,

also known as "Heavy,"
was recruited and trained by the FBI

in a covert Powers operation

before he went rogue over a decade ago.

Did you get him?
Did you get a close-up on him?

For ten years
the FBI has been unable to apprehend him?

It's hard to apprehend someone

when you won't admit he exists.

And there are people
at the highest levels of government

who do not want him found.

And why is that, Detective?

That is a question
for an ambitious journalist...

- You knew he was going to do this?
To investigate.

The people deserve an answer.

Thank you.

I, I still have a few more questions.

- No...
- Detective, you can sit down.

- Thank you for the cronuts.
- We still know so little about Heavy.

They were awesome.

You might want to keep your distance.

So, there you have it.

Christian Walker claims
that a rogue FBI agent killed Retro Girl.

This is what he said.

A hired assassin killed Retro Girl.

Derek Warner,

also known as "Heavy,"
was recruited and trained by the FBI

in a covert
Powers operation before he went rogue...

Your partner's performance

is going to make it
difficult for all of us going forward.

I think your lies
have made it pretty fucking difficult.

You needn't concern yourself with the case.

You think you can
put a lid on the Retro Girl murder now?

Of course not.

But I thought maybe

you'd want to take a
couple of personal days.

Why would I want to do that?

Because your father is being picked
up by the Bureau this morning.

Part of an ongoing
investigation into city corruption. Hmm.

You...

You god damn son of a bitch!

You just gave a reason
to suspend you, Detective.

You've been trying to shut us
down from the jump, and you can't.

Try to bring up some bullshit

that came up with my father 20 years ago?

Insubordination, theft, corruption.

Obviously the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

If solving the murder
is insubordination, I guess I'm guilty.

I'm gonna need your badge

and your gun.

Now.

I ought to thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

For reminding me why I do this job.

Because if I was to let
that bullshit official version

of the Retro Girl murder stand,

I'd be just as big a piece
of shit as you are.

Go twitch somewhere else, Schlag.

You okay?

Jesus, Bailey.

Everyone in the country
wants to know where you are.

I'm taking a big risk coming here.

You worried about the sex tape?

Or people finding out
you created an unstoppable killer?

Please.

- How long you been in bed with the FBI?
- I'm not.

They were determined
to find a way to use Powers

as agents in the field.

I hoped the Bureau
could provide structure and control.

So much for your unshakable moral stance.

They were gonna do it
with or without my help.

So what? You brought them Heavy?

I funded a juvenile home
for troubled Powers.

His parents were long gone.

He was bright,
but he had impulse control issues.

Impulse control issues?

He's a perfect candidate.

I wanted to help him
find a way to be useful.

I'm sure people
who hire him find him very useful.

Can't get a decent law
passed for 10 million,

but it'll get you a flawless assassination.

Yeah.

10 million for a hit.

What is that?
Five up front, five on completion?

- I wouldn't know.
- No?

But you know Heavy though.

Now you're responsible for his career.

Maybe he owes you a favor.

Are you honestly talking
about me hiring him to kill Janice?

I fucking loved that woman.

But you know as well
as I do she was anything but perfect.

Society is so quick to categorize Powers

as either good or bad,
but they all destroy, my friend.

All of them.

Tell me how to find Heavy, Senator.

He's just the latest in a string

of government-funded abominations.

This is so much bigger than you realize.

That, I actually believe.

So help me, Senator.

Help me find him. For her.

- I can't, Christian.
- Yes, you can.

My legislation is dead in the water.
They...

My career is... They...

It's over, they've seen to that.

Who's they?

Just watch your back, Christian.

I know I don't need to
tell you that, but just...

Talk to you later.

Thanks a lot.

How bad is it?

Man, they're playing hardball

'cause they want me to make a deal.

But that's never gonna fly.

So how much time are they talking?

I'm not testifying against anybody.

And what if your
so-called friends aren't so noble?

You look like hell.

Everything they have
is practically ancient history.

I don't know why they're
dredging it up now.

Oh, God damn it, pumpkin.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my day.

And I've always been proud of you.

Hmm.

But you know the job now.

The things we gotta do.

I'm not making excuses. I'm just saying.

If there's anything
you can do to make this go away,

make things right...

I'm begging you to do it.

You brought this on yourself, Dad.

- That was a good one.
- Thanks.

Ugh!

Ah, thanks.

You gotta show me
how you do that triple round kick combo.

Why?

So you can use it on me?

No. So I can use it on bad guys.

Oh, well, in that case.

I didn't think I'd say this, but, uh,

I'm glad we're gonna be working together.

Huh?

You know, I've won a dozen MMA titles

and I've led soldiers into combat.

That's sweet,

but until today,
you hadn't fought a real Power.

Look.

Harley asked us both.

All right? And right now
he's probably talking to someone

with more experienced
and more power than either one of us.

The way things are, I'm counting on it.

What do you know about the new Retro Girl?

I...

I don't think she'd want to help.

But...

You don't always choose
who you work with, right?

You know, this is the only peaceful time.

I was hoping you'd come back.

Later on,

they'll start their squabbling.

By the middle of the afternoon,

they'll be completely out of control.

Night is the only time
that provides any respite

from the planning of the
next day's brutality.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

For now, I'm okay.

You know,
I, I know why you chose this place.

Sometimes I think
I should be up here all the time.

Watching over the city.

That's a fool's errand.

Not even sleep stops them

from planning their senseless violence.

Is something about to happen?

Is that why you're here?

Well, there's always
something gonna happen.

I'm ready to help.

Just let me know.

You know, your belief in them shames me.

You have too much faith, Janice.

That's why we'll work together, Patrick.

I'll fight alongside you,

like we used to.

Nah, it's over now.

That's it.

But it doesn't have to be.

You know,
you were right about the Middle East.

A lot of trouble.

We can find something here.

They need us. They need Unity.

I got my own priorities now.

- Detective Walker?
- Yeah.

Agent Schlag said I could find you here.

20, maybe 30,000 PSI.

The amount of pressure
she would have needed to exert to do that.

Well, it's incredible.

So, it's not a rock?

Acrylonitrile butadiene styrene.

Plastic.

Any way to figure out
what it was before she crushed it?

I used the striations to create a model

to stretch the shape of it
back to its original form.

And?

It'll take a day or two
to get enough data to form a composite.

Sure. Well, thank you.

You tell Schlag any of this?

The brick wall with hair?

I started to, but he said I
should just bring it all to you.

Really?

This will activate the elevators.

You have access to every floor,

including the pool,

the spa, the gym.

And of course, your own apartment.

Really?

When your action figure hits the shelves,

you're gonna be set.

But until then,

apartment 1050.

Maid service twice a week.

This is incredible.

I think you should check it out.

Enjoy.

Been a long time, Senator.

Patrick, how did you get in here?

You know, I feel
kind of funny calling you that.

Considering all the battles
we went through together.

You, me, Janice.

But I guess that's what you've become now,

the venerable Senator Brown.

Patrick, you have to know
that what you saw was my weakness.

It was never
my intention to bring any disgrace on her.

I really don't know what
you're talking about.

But you must have seen the...

Why... Why did you come here?

I just came here for a drink.

Came for a drink?

I didn't want to do it by myself.

You look like you could use one.

Yeah.

They wanted to destroy me,
and now they have.

Everything I have worked for my whole life,

my accomplishments, it's gone.

It's, it's done.

You're still here.

You sound just like her.

Always admonishing me
to fight for what I believed in.

She was a good kid.

I only ever wanted to honor her.

Honor our agreements.

But every day, I'm haunted.

By the faces, by my own shame.

I should've stood up to her.

Everyone thought you were the leader.

But everything she said,

that was the law.

And we obeyed.

You find your strength, Bailey.

Like she told you to.

I tried.

I tried.

I tried.

Christ, I tried.

Come here.

Listen, you know what?

I never, I never, ever saw her break, ever.

Not even once, ever.

Maybe she was stronger
than... Than the rest of us.

Gives us something to live up to.

Come on, you need to think about that

before you go giving up on yourself. Okay?

All right.

Good evening, Conrad.

It is, Serena.

It is a very good evening.

Dim the lights to 50%, please.

50% it is, Conrad.

Thank you.

Hologram on.

File 2643, please.

File 2643.

Hologram on.

Uh, let's have Retro Girl.

There you are.

Serena, music, please. You know the one.

No one in this world deserves hate

Oh, you are so beautiful.

No one deserves tears

Or to fear

So, so beautiful.

Nobody deserves it

I can't live without

I can't live without

I can't live without

These dark hopes

I can't live without

I can't live without

I can't live without

These dark hopes