The Tomorrow People

[repeated season one introduction to episode recap]

Stephen Jameson:
[V.O] My name is Stephen Jameson. I am one of the Tomorrow People, the next step in human evolution. They call our powers the three Ts: telepathy...

Cara Coburn:
[telepathically] Stephen?

Stephen Jameson:
[V.O] Telekinesis, and teleportation. There is a shadow war going on between us and Ultra...

[Jedikiah fires at John]

Stephen Jameson:
NO!

[Stephen stops time around the Tomorrow People]

Stephen Jameson:
[V.O]... A secret organization that hunts us. The only way to keep my species from going extinct is to find my father, and the only way to do that is by working for the enemy.

Stephen Jameson:
That's why I have to find him. I can't let that be my last memory of my dad.

Cara Coburn:
What are you gonna do?

Stephen Jameson:
I'm gonna do what he asked me to do. I'm gonna take care of my family. I'm going to be a better brother, a better son, and a better friend, to both of our species. Because what I've realized, is that I can't turn my back on either of them. The only way I can do all this, is by pretending to be a good soldier, by working for my uncle, staying one step ahead of him. And that is what I'm going to do.

Stephen Jameson:
If I'm not human, what the hell am I?

Russell Kwon:
You, my friend, are a Homo Superior.

Cara Coburn:
We didn't pick that name either.

John Young:
Teleporting in your sleep is just the beginning.

Russell Kwon:
It's kind of like a paranormal wet dream.

John Young:
By the time we're done with your training...

John Young:
[jaunts to behind Stephen] Ultra won't be able to lay a hand on you.

Russell Kwon:
[sotto voce] Show off.

[first lines]

Stephen Jameson:
[V.O] My name is Stephen Jameson.

[lights come on in bathroom, he walks in, reflected in the mirror]

Stephen Jameson:
This is me.

[he takes a pill bottle of Cerebralolol from the medicine cabinet, takes some]

Stephen Jameson:
This is my breakfast...

[walks into the school building]

Stephen Jameson:
...these are my friends...

[they watch him walk the hall, don''t approach]

Stephen Jameson:
...at least they used to be...

[walking the sidewalk to his home]

Stephen Jameson:
...this is where I live...

[a woman is asleep on the couch]

Stephen Jameson:
...this is my mom...

[gets into bed, strapping himself in with belts on his wrists]

Stephen Jameson:
...and this is the worst part of my day. You see, lately, strange things have been happening to me, and they're only about to get stranger.

[last lines]

[lights come on in bathroom, he walks in, reflected in the mirror, takes his Cerebralolol medication out and pours it down the sink]

Stephen Jameson:
[V.O] My name is Stephen Jameson.

[in the school hallway, catches up to Astrid]

Stephen Jameson:
This is where I go to school.

[John and Cara in their base]

Stephen Jameson:
*These* are my friends.

John Young:
What happened?

Cara Coburn:
Stephen made his decision.

[at Ultra headquarters, escorted up the stairs]

Stephen Jameson:
This is where I work...

[and into Dr. Jedikiah Price's office]

Stephen Jameson:
...and this is my new boss.

Stephen Jameson:
[aloud] I'm in.

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
Welcome aboard, Stephen.

[Jedikiah holds out his hand, Stephen shakes it]

Cara Coburn:
[telepathically] I hope you know what you're doing.

Stephen Jameson:
[telepathically] Yeah, me too.

Luca Jameson:
Quit jerkin' it; we're gonna be late!

Stephen Jameson:
Coming!

[Stephen pours some Fastlax into his empty prescription pill bottle]

Stephen Jameson:
Okay, okay, wait wait wait, wait. Where are we? How-... Who are you?

John Young:
You're in an abandoned subway station 100 feet below the streets of Manhattan. You teleported here. Actually... I teleported you.

Cara Coburn:
We're called Tomorrow People. And we didn't choose the name, I swear.

Stephen Jameson:
[laughing, seeing the others] This isn't happening. It's just another one of my crazy dreams.

Cara Coburn:
[telepathically] It's not a dream, Stephen.

Stephen Jameson:
How did you do that?

Cara Coburn:
You've heard of telepathy? It's another one of our powers.

John Young:
The three Ts, the third being telekinesis.

[Stephen nods humorfully]

Cara Coburn:
[to John] He doesn't believe us.

John Young:
It's funny, the teleporting usually sells it.

Stephen Jameson:
No offense, but any second I'm gonna wake up someplace awful. Maybe another three-way at the neighbors' place.

[John smiles at the thought]

Cara Coburn:
You don't understand, Stephen. You're one of us. You're breaking out.

John Young:
You're waking up in weird places, Stephen? You're not sleepwalking. You're teleporting. You hear Cara's voice in your head, that's telepathy. Your latent powers are starting to appear. Soon, you'll be able to do this.

[Stephen begins levitating off the floor with no effort whatsoever evident on John's face]

Stephen Jameson:
Okay, oka- okay! Okay! Put me down! Put me down!

John Young:
You got it.

[Stephen falls into a crouching position. One of the others laughs]

Stephen Jameson:
No, no, I'm having a psychotic break. My meds are off or something.

John Young:
No, no, no more pills. They're obviously addling your brain.

Cara Coburn:
What he means... is the drugs are just going to get in your way.

Stephen Jameson:
Get in my way? You have no idea what my year has been like.

Cara Coburn:
[with a hurt expression] Stephen, I know *exactly* what it's been like. I know how alone you've felt, how scared. You feel like you're turning into a different person, like your mind isn't your own. All those hours on your therapist's couch? I was there with you, Stephen. When we're connected, I feel what it's like to *be* you.

Stephen Jameson:
That sounds, um, awful.

Cara Coburn:
You think you're a freak. You're not. Stephen, you're on the brink of becoming someone truly extraordinary.

John Young:
Don't let it go to your head.

Stephen Jameson:
Uh, how many of you are there?

John Young:
Here? You're number 15. Out there? Could be hundreds, thousands.

Cara Coburn:
It's a genetic mutation that lies dormant through adolescence. Sometimes it never breaks out.

John Young:
Until then, people like you think they're regular saps.

Cara Coburn:
Homo sapiens.

Stephen Jameson:
As in... human. Uh, if I'm not human, then what the hell am I?

Russell Kwon:
You, my friend, are a Homo superior.

Cara Coburn:
We didn't pick that name either.

[a black hood is snatched off Stephen's head. He's wrist-bound to a chair in a room with unusual acoustic tiling on the wall]

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
[clears throat] I'm sorry about that. Security precautions. Aw, speaking of which, you see the walls? Don't bother trying to teleport out of here. My name's Dr. Price.

Stephen Jameson:
You're one of them? Ultra?

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
I can only imagine what John has said. That I'm some... Boogeyman, systematically rounding up your kind and wiping you out. Did he say why I was doing this or just because I'm evil?

Stephen Jameson:
Yeah, because you're scared of us.

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
Well, I'm an evolutionary biologist. If anything, I'm fascinated. No, what scares me is what the rest of the world will think if they knew a paranormal species was living secretly in their midst. A species that could annihilate them.

Stephen Jameson:
They don't want to be found. Okay? They just want to be left alone.

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
You have no idea what this world would look like if I didn't find people like you and stop people like you. Look at this. We just found a 17-year-old who stole $70 million from the Federal Reserve. You got a 16-year-old who was caught trying to tag the Oval Office. An 18-year-old who was caught tweeting nuclear launch codes. And so many breakouts, Stephen. It's all over the world, unpredictable, uncontrollable. I'm not the bad guy here, Stephen. Not by a long shot.

[Jedikiah picks up a big syringe with a long needle and flicks the tube]

[Stephen enter's TIM's room alone and closes the door]

Stephen Jameson:
Excuse me, um, whatever... your name is.

Tim The Bio computer:
Hello, Stephen.

Stephen Jameson:
Um, I was, jus- hoping I could ask a favor.

Tim The Bio computer:
You would like to see the rest of your father's message.

Stephen Jameson:
Yes. How'd you know?

Tim The Bio computer:
People are predictable. Even ones like you.

Jack:
[in projected video on the wall and on a laptop's display] I thought maybe you'd get lucky. Take after your mom. But if you're watching this, well, things did turn out the way that I'd hoped. And... I know I have no right to offer you advice - not after what I'm about to do - but, if you turned out like me, then your life just got very complicated, and very dangerous.

[Jack holds up the coin he used in a magic trick when Stephen was younger]

Jack:
Don't believe everything you see. Truth is, there's only one thing you *can* trust: you. Trust your heart, son. I love you, Stephen. I love you.

[Jack switches off his recorder, the wall goes black]

Stephen Jameson:
What do you think, supercomputer? What do you think? Is he alive?

Tim The Bio computer:
I wish I knew the answer to that, Stephen.

Luca Jameson:
[coming downstairs] So, we have an uncle. Jedikiah? That's a little random.

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
You must be Luca. I hear you inherited your father's athletic genes.

Luca Jameson:
[exhales] Hope that's all I got.

Dr. Jedikiah Price:
Yes. Let's hope.

[first lines]

Stephen Jameson:
Hey, what the hell is going on?

Hillary Cole:
Boss just ordered all hands on deck. No one knows why.

Stephen Jameson:
Jedikiah gave that order?

Hillary Cole:
I'm talking about our new boss.

[They enter the operations center. All eyes are on the Founder]

Leader of Ultra:
All right, everyone. Listen up. The Ultra I founded was based on a vision. A world in which the Paranormal would live, not as a mutation, a freak of nature, but as a blessed being, graced with astonishing gifts. But as I became consumed by the advancement of our kind, Dr. Jedikiah price turned this place of science into a fortress of brutality - a death factory - to my own ruin... and my daughter's.

[the Founder snatches a P-90 from someone, deftly removes the magazine, and deliberately thumbs out two unspent rounds onto the floor]

Leader of Ultra:
The Ultra that you have come to know is no more! The hunting of our own kind, over.

[the Founder returns the weapon]

Leader of Ultra:
The imprisonment, the killing, through. From now on, all Paranormals will live in peace. Breakouts willl still be monitored, and those abusing their powers will be detained and instructed in the need for discretion, and then released. Any questions?

[pause, silence]

Leader of Ultra:
Good. Back to work.