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Nico: Previously, on Marvel's Runaways ...

(shrieks)

Nico: 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.

Molly: 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.

Nico: Where's Alex?

Catherine: I spoke to Flores.

He can't clear the kids without giving the DA

an alternative theory of the case.

Geoffrey: I need to find my son right now.

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

-(helicopter hovering) -(siren wailing)

(crumpling paper)

(man and woman arguing in the distance)

Woman: 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 costing me a lot of money right now!

-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!

Molly: Hey!

(woman gasps)

Try that move on me.

I said, try it on me!

-What the hell? - Right now!

(man grunts)

(grunts, screams)

(bones breaking)

But you're just a girl.

Get with the times. Who runs the world?

You're welcome!

She has the same eyes as him.

(clock radio music playing)

Karolina. Hey.

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

I'm right behind you.

-Good morning, by the way. -(laughs)

Nico: Alex?

OK, well, you probably don't care,

but we're practicing today.

As in now.

(sighs)

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.

-(groans) All right! -Please, let's go!

Male Vocalist: ♪ Buy yourself a dream... ♪

Darius: 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' ♪

Darius: 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 wouldn't say we're enemies. It's just a game.

Bones, just a game? (laughs)

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?

Tamar: 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.

(sighs) Sorry. (clears throat)

Five.

OK.

Five. (clears throat)

You fell for it.

What?

Dominos, playboy!

(laughs)

Sometimes you gotta sacrifice a five for a ten.

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

(cell phone chimes)

Hey, hurry up, man!

-Oh, I'm ready. -OK.

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

(Tamar and Darius laugh)

Geoffrey: You're not taking that one?

Catherine: 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.

(chuckles) That's why you fell in love with me.

It's not, actually.

But I tolerate it.

(chambers round)

You sure you're ready, babe?

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

(theme music playing)

(Nico clears throat)

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.

Gert: Does anyone want to explain Molly?

We haven't even done anything yet.

Chase: Maybe she, like the rest of us,

didn't get enough sleep.

Nico: Could just be puberty.

You said it yourself, adolescents need more sleep.

(grunts) Anyways, she can skip this one.

She's further along than the rest of us.

Karolina: Speak for yourself.

I've been practicing.

(Old Lace nickers)

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! -I think I saw

-a fire extinguisher. -I got it.

Extinguish!

OK. You're definitely better.

Gert: Guess that makes it our turn.

(Old Lace growls)

-Aah! -(Old Lace squeals)

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

Ow! No, no! I'm not.

-What happened? -(growls)

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." -(roaring)

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

-(growling) -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

pseudo-scientific game tip

is gonna help cure my actual debilitating illness?

We won State three times.

(shivery breath)

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! (grunts)

(coughs)

Double shit.

-Nico! -What the hell, man?!

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

(panting)

Not the only thing that doesn't work.

I assume you mean us.

(groaning)

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.

Leslie: Because that's what you did.

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

-(Leslie scoffs) -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 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

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.

Jonah: 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, you're 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.

(chuckles) OK.

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.

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!

(chuckles) 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?

(laughs) No, silly.

Is this OK?

So you want to make this awkward?

(mechanical humming)

(electronic beeping)

(whooshing)

(music playing indistinctly)

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 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 un natural 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.

(sighs) The street's a loop!

Fine. Heh. See you in a few.

OK. See you later.

Bye.

Wait. OK.

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

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

♪ Y'all know me... ♪

(rap music continues)

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 ♪

(Old Lace growling)

Chase: Do you know why Atlas won the D1 lacrosse championship

three years in a row?

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.

Gert: OK, 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.

(Old Lace growling)

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.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Jonah: Hello, Janet.

I'm calling about your husband.

Is he OK?

He's...

a nightmare, actually.

(sighs) 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.

(phone receiver clicks)

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.

Spill. What's so important you couldn't talk about it in front of Gert?

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

(whispers) 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? (laughs)

(hip hop playing)

(hip hop continues indistinctly)

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.

(turns engine off)

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.

Geoffrey: You finally beat me. You win.

Congrats, I guess.

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

What, you mean playin' bones?

(scoffs) 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.

(laughs)

Or just because I'm messing with you. (laughs)

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?

(laughs)

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.

(inhales, exhales)

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.

(cell phone ringing)

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.

(engine starts)

Come on. We have to hurry.

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

(gasps)

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.

(Victor sighs)

Well, I-- (sighs)

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.

Victor: 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.

Janet: 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?

That's the beauty of math, my love.

It's the universal language.

Try gravity, anti-gravity, relativity.

Planck. Pythagoras. The wave equation.

(typing)

Speed equals wavelength.

times frequency.

(computer beeping)

(whooshing)

Victor, you did it.

(gasps)

You really are a genius.

(gasping)

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.

(whooshing sound)

(groans) What the hell?

They came.

Alex, get down!

Male Vocalist: ♪ A warrior ♪

♪ My story glory-bound ♪ -Molly!

♪And war-renowned ♪

♪ Amongst the poor, the sick, and shut-eye ♪

♪ Where my story found ♪

-♪ I overcame every obstacle ♪ -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!

♪ Don't know, don't care... ♪

-Go! -I'm trying!

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

-Use the key! -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!

(engine revs)

(grunts)

Gert: He's catching up to us!

I got this. Wall!

-(crunching noise) -Oh, shit!

Nico: Let's go!

(tires squeal)

(rap song continues indistinctly)

(chuckles)

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.

(laughs)

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.

(no audio)

(no audio)

Female Reporter: 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--

(news report shuts off)

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?

(chuckles softly)

-Find any good games? -(chuckles)

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?

(Alex laughs) 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...

Female Vocalist: ♪ Ask me no questions, I will tell you no lies ♪

♪ Careful what you wish for ♪

♪ I feel like I' m falling but I'm trying to fly ♪

♪ Where does all the good go? ♪

Man: You owe me money. Give it to me!

Yes, you do!

-You worked three jobs today. -(woman shouting)

-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.

♪ Could you let it show Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Pimped your ride.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I'm not asking for a miracle ♪

Need to work on my taglines.

♪ Showing what you want to ♪

♪ But if love is enough, could you let it show? ♪

♪ If you feel it, could you let me know? ♪

(Gert clears throat)

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?

Man: 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.

(music playing)

(pencil scratching)