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Previously, on "Marvel's Runaways"...

You love that staff's power

- more than you love any of us.
- Take it.

When we see each other again,

we will no longer be
mother and daughter.

We all need to do better. Train harder.

We could train for months.

We are not superheroes,
OK? We aren't good at this.

I don't want any more
innocent people getting hurt.

And I can do something about it.

You know what? I'm leaving.

No, you're not. Not
until you tell us where.

Believe it or not, I can
actually read these specs, too.

The Abstract is what he calls it.

Thinkin' this is, what, some
kind of Jonah encyclopedia?

You know what would actually
help, is if you got the power on.

Like you said you
would, three hours ago?

Can you do that or not?

What's this about? Is it your meds?

Not everything is a
pharmaceutical problem.

Where's Alex?

I spoke to Flores.

He can't clear the kids
without giving the DA

an alternative theory of the case.

I need to find my son right now.

Shit, Geoffrey. Why the
hell you think I'm callin'?

Get off me! I don't
need money! Get off me!

- Yes, you do. It's your job.
- Stop it!

- Get in the car. Get in the car!
- You're hurting me! No!

You have one last job
to do. Get in the car!

No, you said I was done!

- You're a liar!
- You're costing me a lot of money!

- Let's go! Get in the car.
- Get off of me! You're hurting me!

- You're not done. Let's go!
- Get off me!

- Get in the car! One more job.
- Get off me. You're hurting me!

- Stop!
- Hey!

Try that move on me.

I said, try it on me!

- What the hell?
- Right now!

But you're just a girl.

Get with the times. Who runs the world?

You're welcome!

She has the same eyes as him.

Karolina. Hey.

Practice at 9:00 a.m. Everyone agreed.

I'm right behind you.

Good morning, by the way.

Alex?

OK, well, you probably don't
care, but we're practicing today.

As in now.

I'm not sure you know this, but
the National Sleep Foundation

recommends eight to ten hours of sleep

for adolescents between
the ages of 13 and 18.

Is this because you stayed
up all night with Chase?

Stayed up all night talking.

About the inherent racism of
the early women's movement.

Also, how technology is
shaping fourth wave feminism,

but really also, um, if that
water stain on the ceiling

looks more like an
acorn or Danny DeVito.

Chase talked about all that?

He may have mostly listened.

No wonder he's still sleeping.

Chase. C'mon.

Isn't the whole point
of not going to school

so we don't have to
wake up on time anymore?

Mm. School just started. Let's go.

- All right!
- Please, let's go!

♪ Buy yourself a dream... ♪

See, the key to this whole thing...

no, matter of fact,
the key to everything...

is anticipation.

♪ Buy yourself a dream ♪

♪ And it won't mean nothin' ♪

You gotta make 'em play your game.

Study the layout.

Stay on guard, like
you're playing defense.

Protect yourself.

♪ It's time to do something ♪

♪ And given everything ♪

♪ Oh, oh, I want to
be a happy man too ♪

There's only one way to
figure out your enemy...

and that's close observation
over a prolonged period.

I mean, I wouldn't say we're
enemies. It's just a game.

Bones, just a game?

That's so disrespectful.
Dominos is life.

Life, got it. And you keep
calling it "Bones." Why?

Damn, man. I gotta teach you everything?

Dominos used to be
made outta animal bones,

like ivory or whatever.

Now, they're plastic.

- You ever play with my dad?
- Every damn day.

This is my conversation. Damn!

Anyway...

yes, we'd play at Nana
B's house after school.

Tryin' to stay out of trouble.

- Was he any good?
- Well, he couldn't beat me.

He never talked about stuff like
this. You know, playing bones?

Probably made it easier to
forget where he came from.

Stay out of it, Tam!

I do not have to like him.

Sorry.

Five.

OK.

Five.

You fell for it.

What?

Dominos, playboy!

Sometimes you gotta
sacrifice a five for a ten.

Wash 'em. I'm gonna go get another beer.

Hey, hurry up, man!

- Oh, I'm ready.
- OK.

Your braids too tight?
Livvie, you need to chill.

- You're not taking that one?
- Please, no.

I hate that dress.

You loved it when I bought it.

I didn't, but you were so
excited when you gave it to me,

I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Hurt Geoffrey Wilder's feelings?

You speak in the third
person all you want,

we both know you're sensitive.

That's why you fell in love with me.

It's not, actually.

But I tolerate it.

You sure you're ready, babe?

I'm good. Let's go get him.

Hi. I just went outside to get some air.

Do not lie to me.

It's not my fault. I was taking a walk,

and I saw this dude being
mean to his girlfriend.

At least, I think it was his
girlfriend. Hopefully ex-girlfriend.

Wait, you got into a fight?

Which you were looking for.
Molly, you could have been hurt.

- Or someone could've seen you!
- That's what this is for.

Who are you right now?

I don't know. I haven't had a
chance to figure out my codename.

That's my point. We don't do codenames.

Or masks. Or vigilante street justice.

People need our help. I can't
just sit around and do nothing.

Not anymore. Just don't tell Gert, OK?

I'm definitely telling Gert.

Please, she'll freak! I'm fine.

And no one saw me, I swear.

Besides, you said you wanted
us to practice our powers.

Consider this extra credit.

OK, don't go out alone again.

It's not safe. Even for you.

Mm-mm. No time for sleep.
We're meeting in the foyer.

Does anyone want to explain Molly?

We haven't even done anything yet.

Maybe she, like the rest of us,

didn't get enough sleep.

Could just be puberty.

You said it yourself,
adolescents need more sleep.

Anyways, she can skip this one.

She's further along than the rest of us.

Speak for yourself.

I've been practicing.

Uh... um, how much practice?

Enough that you're suddenly nervous

you're not the best anymore.

- Wait, I thought I was the best...
- No. Not even close.

Oh, you want to make this a competition?

I think I already did.

Yeah, that's right!
That is how you do it.

- Shit!
- Think I saw

- a fire extinguisher.
- I got it.

Extinguish!

OK. You're definitely better.

Guess that makes it our turn.

Aah!

- Hey, you OK?
- Yeah, yeah. Just a little...

Ow! No, no, no! I'm not.

What happened?

It's... it's, um... it's
called "brain lightning."

It jus... it happens when I go
off my Sertraline too quickly.

English, Gert. This
is new to some of us.

It's kind of like getting a
hot poker shoved in your brain,

coupled with dizziness and blindness

and ringing in the ears. I could go on.

No, you had me at "hot poker."

- Old Lace can feel it, too.
- How do we fix it?

Uh... just breathe.

Four-seven-eight.

What... what... what
are you talking about?

Four-seven-eight. It's a
technique Coach taught us.

Seriously? You really
think that Coach Alphona's

pseudoscientific game tip

is gonna help cure my
actual debilitating illness?

We won State three times.

It was just a suggestion.

Here, why don't you and Old
Lace go watch from up here?

Chase, punch me.

Nico, no!

Block!

Damn.

- Again.
- Nico!

Block!

Double shit.

- Nico!
- What the hell, man?!

Hey, hey, hey! I did what you
said! The Staff didn't work.

Not the only thing that doesn't work.

I assume you mean us.

Oh, God.

Thank you. You brought the light today.

- You, as well, brought the light.
- Thank you.

- I'm... just serving you.
- Thank you.

- Great sermon, Frank.
- Travel brightly.

You look upset.

Good. Means my face is working.

Can we talk? Alone.

I know what you're thinking.

That I just stole the church from you.

Because that's what you did.

You've gotta believe me,
Leslie. I'm doing this for us.

Hear me out.

You don't think that I
know Jonah is using me?

I'm an actor, but I'm not an idiot.

But I'll play Jonah's game
to help get my family back.

How exactly are you doing that, Frank?

Well, I'd be lying if I told
you I had it all figured out.

But I knew I had to do
something to stay in the game.

You cheated on me, Leslie.

You kicked me out of PRIDE,

then you had the Yorkeses
mess with my memory.

And then I find out that my daughter
isn't even my biological child.

Not to mention, I got fired by my agent.

And, what, you thought
stealing my church would...

would fix all of that?

You're talking to me now, aren't you?

I may not have mattered
before, but I do now.

You're confessing all
of this to me, why?

Because this moment is as far
as I thought things through.

This moment where I tell
you that you and Karolina

are the only things in the
world that matter to me.

And that I will do whatever it takes

to get that pompous ass-clown Jonah

out of our lives for good.

I love you, Leslie.

And I want our family back.

And I know that we can do that.

It's a lovely day for
a stroll, isn't it?

And for reading the
words of David Ellerh.

To remind myself of his teachings.

Excuse me.

You're talking to Frank.

You two friends again?

No.

I hate Frank. I was just
telling him how much.

That so?

I'm starting to wonder if
there's more than one actor

in the Dean family.

What, are you saying
you don't believe me?

I've given up
everything... to serve you.

Anything you need, I'm here.

So, is avocado-picking, like, a hobby?

What do you mean?

I just, I don't know,

I didn't think I'd find
so much farming in Compton.

What'd you think you
were gonna find here?

Well, the way my dad talks about it...

poverty, illiteracy, violence.

Not arnica.

Oh, look at you! Most people
think those are just daisies.

Well, knowing the things that most
people don't care to know about

is kind of my thing.

Plus, I kinda heard you ask for them.

OK.

You know, if you're gonna keep these
braids, you have to maintain them.

I'm not gonna always be around.

Why? Where are you going?

I'm not sure, exactly. Um...

Baldwin Hills or Ladera Heights.

I mean, 'cause I'm gonna be so
rich from selling this stuff.

If anyone's disappearing, it's you.

You know, being a fugitive and all.

What exactly is this?

Avocado, arnica.

It's moisturizer and a
homemade pain reliever.

Oh, it's like the stuff
we were picking up earlier.

Right, yes.

Wait, so you're telling
me you make this yourself?

Yeah.

Our mom, she's... she's in a
lot of pain from sickle cell,

and, um, arnica helps.

Some people think it's just an
urban myth, but Momma loves it, so...

But then what I did was, I took
it and braided Tamar's hair,

she told the entire
neighborhood, and boom!

I'm a business.

Wow, are you, like,
talking to investors?

Yeah. We could be in stores real soon.

Yeah.

Hey, is it OK if I kiss you?

Most guys don't ask.

Oh, did you not want me to?

No, silly.

Is this OK?

So you want to make this awkward?

Almost done?

Getting close.

Any chance we could,
uh, speed it up a bit?

As you can see, I am working
as fast as I goddamned can.

It's just that I'm under quite a bit
of pressure to uh, hit a deadline.

You're under pressure?

Try being trapped in what
was formerly a pleasant memory

for what could be the
rest of my unnatural life.

It's only until you're better.

Yeah. When is that gonna be?
Because you know what I think?

I think I am better,

and you are keeping me trapped
here to do your bidding.

Because if I was outside,
in the real world,

I would shove this notebook up your ass

and bash your head in.

Would you help me if you had
the freedom to choose not to?

Oh, you son of a bitch!

You're wasting your time! And
as I told you, I'm in a hurry!

Go to hell.

The street's a loop!

Fine. Heh. See you in a few.

OK. See you later.

Bye.

Wait. OK.

♪ Y'all know me, I
make moves like a boss ♪

♪ Y'all know me. make
moves like a boss ♪

♪ Y'all know me... ♪

What's up?

You got another run.

I thought we were done for the day.

Something's come up. Hop in.

♪ Y'all know me ♪

♪ I make moves like a boss ♪

♪ Y'all know me ♪

♪ And all I ever do is
think of what them OGs... ♪

What's the job?

Well, you'll see when we get there.

♪ Y'all know me ♪

♪ I make moves like a boss ♪

♪ Y'all know me ♪

♪ I make moves like a boss ♪

Do you know why Atlas won
the D1 lacrosse championship

three years in a row?

I actually pride myself on not knowing.

- Or caring.
- It wasn't just about talent.

Or speed or natural physical ability.

Although... it didn't hurt.

But Coach Alphona always made
sure that we had a game plan.

That's what we need.

Making a plan has
always been Alex's job.

Yeah, well, Alex isn't here.

Maybe that's why we suck.

No, there's zero correlation

between Alex and us
sucking, actually. So, there.

He might not have had any superpowers,

but he brought something to the table.

A nerd brain?

A nerd brain could help
you figure out the Staff.

I don't need his help, I...
or anything else from him.

He chose to be off the team.

Maybe we're more than a team.

We're a family, and without
one of us, we're not whole.

Okay, let's dial it down with
the Gibb-jib, a. k. a. bullshit.

Hey. Hey, hey. Come on, you don't
need to bring her religion into this.

You don't need to take
her side and gang up on me.

No, I... I wasn't.

Oh, OK, so then, I'm just crazy?

No, I didn't say that, either.

You know what? I just must
have not understood you.

Maybe if you could restate it in
the form of a lacrosse metaphor.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
go check on Old Lace.

I'm gonna go do something.

Hey, um, Molly,

maybe you can do it with me?

Why would I do that?

- Go.
- He needs you.

I don't know what's going on right
now, but we all need each other.

I'm gonna finish cleaning up.

- Hello?
- Hello, Janet.

I'm calling about your husband.

Is he OK?

He's...

a nightmare, actually.

No surprise there.

He stopped cooperating.
He's angry. Resentful.

Paranoid. Abusive.

Try living with it for 20 years.

I'd rather not.

But in order to learn how
to best persuade him...

I need your help.

No, you don't.

You need me.

As brilliant as you may be, you're
also a condescending asshole.

- You know who else that sounds like?
- Victor.

Down to the custom cufflinks.

And you think you can do better.

Decades of marriage
therapy later, I know it.

Very well. I'll take you to see him.

Uh-uh.

If he sees your smug face,
there's no way he'll cooperate.

You want me to talk to
Victor, then I'll go.

But I go alone.

Fine. Get here at once.

Not sure why you needed me for this.

I kinda feel like you're
exploiting my powers.

I have a higher calling
than a human jack.

Yeah, I... I know, Molly. I...

I don't really need you to hold the car.

- You don't?
- Easy, easy.

All right, spill. What's so important

you couldn't talk about
it in front of Gert?

Oh, my God, it's about Gert?!

Yeah, if you could keep it down?

You need relationship advice? Sweet.

No one ever asks me for that.

Is it 'cause she talks all the time

and has lots of opinions that
are usually the opposite of yours?

I've actually grown
weirdly used to that.

I don't know, I just... I
feel like she's upset at me.

All the time, no matter what I say.

If it's words with
my voice, she's upset.

I dunno, maybe it's... best
if I just leave her alone.

Leave her alone? That's the worst idea.

She needs you more than ever

to help her get used
to being off her meds.

After that, she'll be better.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Really?

So I'm good at this.

I knew I would be. Spread the word, OK?

Crushin' on Livvie, huh?

Yeah, she's cool.

She's different than the
other girls at my old school.

Yeah, she's sweet.

But you're young, lil'
homie, don't rush it.

Is this your way of telling me
to back off or you'll kill me?

C'mon, man, I'm just... telling
you not to get caught up.

You're 16. Things change.

They start, they stop.
Sometimes they end.

You can't play your game
if you're in your feelings.

Gotta keep your eyes open.

Stay woke.

So, what you're saying is
that I shouldn't trust Livvie

or really anyone in life, ever.

No, man. You young'uns
overthink every damn thing.

All I'm saying is,

you can't win without discernment.

That's how Nana B would say it.

I'm telling you this
'cause I want you to win.

You know that, right?

Right.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Supposed to be...

Hey, son.

What are you doing here?

I'm taking you home.

Guess I shouldn't
overthink this either, huh?

This is just the way the game is played.

I'm sorry, Alex.

You finally beat me. You win.

Congrats, I guess.

"Finally"? C'mon, man,
I beat you lots of times.

What, you mean playin' bones?

Man, I... I used to let you win.

I could see how important it was to you,

and to me it was, uh, just a game.

Nah, you're just saying
that because you lost, bro.

I'm saying it because it's true.

Or just because I'm messing with you.

That look on your face right now? Mm.

How many nights you
gonna lie awake in bed,

replaying those games in your head,

wondering if I really
blew 'em on purpose?

Uh...

I'm sorry, man.

For all of it.

Yeah.

I just want what you owe me, G.

Your copy of the deed
to the construction site.

Catherine's already looked over it.

Twenty damn years late.

But I'll take it how I can get it.

The team's moving out as we speak.

They'll be gone in a couple of weeks.

You sell it, get a new
start wherever you want.

Or I could hold onto it.

Build it up, hire some of
the old gang to help out.

Become an entrepreneur. Like you.

Except... not like you.

Because I won't forget who I am.

Or where I'm from.

You do you, my man.

But this is it, Darius.

I get into that car with
my son, drive out of here,

and it's over.

What's this?

That is a key to a suite
at the Gordon Hotel.

Give you and Tamar and the baby
a little taste of your new life.

Starting right now. We good?

Yeah, man.

We good, G.

Darius buy that for you?

Give it to me.

Give me the damn phone, Alex.

Might be tracking us.

Who's "they"?

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

Your mom and I, we, uh...

we have some scores to settle,

but we're getting you the
hell out of here first.

Can't tell you everything now, but...

You don't have to say it. I
get it. It's for my own good.

It's just too dangerous.

This better be important.

Hello, Alex?

So, where's Mom?

She's meeting us in Van Nuys.

At the airport.

Shit. They're kidnapping Alex.

Is it really kidnapping
if they're his parents?

Seeing as they are teen-murdering
sociopaths, I'd say yes.

We've got to stop them.

What's with the 180? You
were just leading the charge

on Team Alex Sucks Ass.

He does, but he needs our help.

It's OK to admit that
you care about him. I do.

I kinda miss his square
head and chicken legs.

His bad pitches for mission
titles and codenames.

And even though he thinks
he's smarter than everyone,

he really is smart.

And I miss him, too.

What? I got issues.

About talking about my feelings.

Or just generally having them.

But for now, actions
speak louder than words,

and I say we head to the
Valley and get Alex back.

Gert, I think you should just stay here.

After the brain thing this morning,

I just don't think it's a good idea.

That's sweet of you. But seeing
as I haven't gone full Britney yet,

I don't need a conservator.

I can make my own decisions,
and I... I want to join you.

Join us doing what, though? How
are we even getting to Van Nuys?

We have a car.

Without a key, it won't start.

Maybe Nico's Staff can help.

No, the Staff can't control a car.

Just seems to work with the elements.

Earth, air, water...

Fire.

If I hold these together,
all I need is a...

Spark.

Come on. We have to hurry.

Alex put this in motion. It's
up to us to bring him home.

Janet?

It's really you!

A hippocampus-stimulated
facsimile of me, but yes.

It's me, Victor.

Jonah said the algorithm was based

on you being at work
with your father, but...

... you said that he was a banker.

One of many lies I have
told you over the years.

But I've had a lot of time
with my own thoughts out here...

in here, wherever the hell we are...

and I've changed. Truly.

You...

You look wonderful.

I'm surprised you're so happy to see me.

Since I shot you.

You shot me?

I assumed it was Robert.

Well, I...

I wasn't in my right mind.

And I could blame the tumor
or Jonah's "cure," but...

it was me.

I've caused so much pain.

And I want to make it up to you.

And Chase.

But first, you have got
to get me out of here.

I will.

I promise.

But we're gonna do this my way.

We build the box for
Jonah as fast as we can.

And I will make sure that you're
released the moment it's done.

But that's not actually why I'm here.

How are your alien
crypto-analysis skills?

Honey, I thought you'd never ask.

Jonah's traveling far
from home, but he is smart.

And careful. The key that unlocks
the cipher can't be written down

in case it falls into enemy hands,
so it's got to be easy to remember.

So you're saying we have
to hack Jonah's password.

Except I doubt it's a word.
It's more likely an equation.

But does he even have
the same math that we do?

Well, that's the
beauty of math, my love.

It's the universal language. Try
gravity, anti-gravity, relativity.

Planck. Pythagoras. The wave equation.

Speed equals wavelength...

times frequency.

Victor, you did it.

You really are a genius.

You been OK? You know,
since you ran off?

Thanks to Darius. Until today.

Never wanted to see you mixed
up with him, with his world.

His world? That world
is our world, too, Dad,

and there's a lot of good in it, OK?

Darius and his family were kind to me.

Yeah? Well, your hero
traded you for a mini-mall.

What the hell?

They came.

Alex, get down!

Molly!

Come on!

- Molly, I'm pretty sure I can walk.
- We don't have time. I got this.

- Guys, hurry!
- In the car, hurry!

He's coming. Go, go, go!

- Go!
- I'm trying!

- Why'd you turn the car off?
- I didn't. It's stalled.

- Use the key!
- No, we don't have a key!

The spell must've worn off!

- Spark!
- Go!

- Try again.
- Spark!

I don't get it. It's like I
can only do each spell one time.

You do get it. That's how it works!
It won't do the same command twice.

Hurry, think of something. He's coming.

Forget a spellbook, I need a thesaurus.

- Just say something!
- Hot-wire!

He's catching up to us!

I got this. Wall!

Oh, shit!

Let's go!

Well, damn.

Thank you, G. Wild.

Mm-mm.

Don't mind if I do. Shit.

Ha.

What a surprise.

Shouldn't you be halfway
to Bermuda by now?

Or is there some more legal
paperwork that needs signing?

Geoffrey said it was a done deal.

Geoffrey doesn't know
I'm waiting here for you.

Hm.

He loves you like a
brother, but I don't.

I don't care about your past together.

I only care about my family's future,

and that future is only
truly safe without you in it.

Hmm.

Now we know who's the real
G in the Wilder family.

It's been you all along.

You made me take the rap for Geoffrey.

- I was looking out for my client.
- You kept him from coming around.

You're the reason he cut ties.

You and Geoffrey and these
back-in-the-day '90s fantasies.

There was no way we could
have the life that we have...

Without betraying me.

So, what do we do now?

You wanna pay me off?
Take the deed back?

I only gave up Alex because I thought
he'd be better with his family.

You're gonna do one more thing for him.

Yeah, what's that?

Same as you did for his father.

Take the rap for his murder charge.

Detective Flores, please.

The murder appears to
be a drug deal gone bad.

Authorities are saying Darius Davis,

whose body was found
at the Gordon Hotel,

is also responsible for the murder
of Destiny Gonzalez, a teen runaway.

Previous reports had linked

six wealthy Westside
teenagers to the killing,

but they are now
cleared of those charges.

Those kids remain at large, and
their parents are asking the...

This was all my parents.

I know it.

But the good news is, we're not
wanted for murder anymore, so...

Bad news is... your friend died.

Not sure he was ever really my friend.

You know who still is?

Found this lying around.

Maybe we can play like...

you and Amy used to?

Find any good games?

Uh, something called
"Street Fighter II"?

No way. You're kidding.
That's a classic!

If you say so.

Let's see.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

So, why'd you call me...

of all people?

Well, because...

I am obsessively over-organized,

and when I set up my speed dial...

you were number one.

Thank you.

You know...

if this is all there is
for the rest of our lives...

I'm good with that.

You know, it sounds cliché...

but we have each other.

And Chun Lee, skilled martial
artist and Interpol officer.

Oh, I'm her! You can be Blanka.

You guys, like, used to
have the same hair, right?

Sure.

So, are you gonna tell me what
you've been doing this whole time?

- Do you really wanna know?
- I asked.

OK, well, um,

I kinda met this girl that I like.

You have a girlfriend?

Shut. Up. Really?

- That's so cool. You do?
- Well, I...

I mean, I did, kind of, but...

I... I don't know. After
today, that's probably all over.

- Tell me about her.
- OK, well, she...

You owe me money. Give it to me!

Yes, you do!

You worked three jobs today.

You owe me money! Give me your money!

- Give it!
- Thought we talked about this!

I guess you didn't hear
me the first time, huh?

Gonna have to speak a little bit louder.

Pimped your ride.

Need to work on my taglines.

Hey, Gert, I was just, um...

You what, Molly?

So this is why you've been
sleeping through training, isn't it?

It would also explain why
your clothes are so disgusting.

You've been sneaking out!

What do you think you're doing?

Do you think you're just
playing superhero vigilante?

Tell me the truth now! Where were you?

Ah, man, she wrecked a pimp's car.

You wrecked a car?

Belonging to a pimp?

Yeah. And it was freaking awesome.

Almost as awesome as this place.

Damn.

This sure beats staying
in a hostel, huh?

It's cool. I'm cool.

I'm Topher.

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