No Ordinary Family (2010–2011): Season 1, Episode 4 - No Ordinary Vigilante - full transcript

Every story has a beginning.

We were just an ordinary family until...
Hold on!

Oh, my God!

Something extraordinary has happened.
Aah!

You can jump just over a quarter mile,
can lift 11,000 pounds.

I'm fast.

I can hear people's thoughts.
I've got, like, the super-brain.

Why haven't you told mom and dad?

You saw 'em. They were proud of me for,
like, the first time.

So you turned your garage into...

what every secret
crime-fighter needs... a lair.



Don't you see? I can
finally make a difference.

I think I liked us better when
we were just dysfunctional.

So how's the costume working?

Stop calling it a costume, George.
It's just a hoodie.

You're not wearing the glasses?

No. Or the mustache.

That thing was real hair.
It cost me 37 bucks.

I'll pay you back. I'm just
trying to protect your identity.

If enough people say they
got busted by Mr. Clean,

it's just a matter... okay.
I'm bald. I get it. I stand out.

They teach you those observational
skills in law school?

Just keep the hood up.
How's it looking out there?

Hell of a lot different than
it looks during the day.

Yeah, well,
welcome to Franklin Park...



only place in the city you
can get poison ivy, crack,

and sexually assaulted
all at the same time.

Are you sure that you
wanna be doing this?

You heard the crime report.

Seven attacks in here in the last month.
But going on patrol...

I mean, that is a whole
nother deal, Jim.

Jim? Jim, what is that?

Hey! Leave her alone!
Don't come any closer.

Or what?

Hey! Stop!

Come back here!

You were out late last night.

Well, crime's up
all over the city.

If the cops don't care,
someone has to.

Hey, J.J., remember,
I'm gonna pick you up after school.

You and I will go out and buy
our gear for this weekend.

What kind of male
bonding experience

am I being excluded
from this time?

J.J. and I are going camping.

A little reward for
his terrific grades.

So the reward is spending Friday
night with dad in a tent?

Remind me to flunk my midterms.

In a twisted turn of events,
the mugger was shot

by an unknown assailant
and delivered right here,

where he was patched up
and promptly arrested.

Police would not
comment when asked

if this was the
work of a vigilante.

That is awesome, dad.
Was that you?

No, it wasn't me.
I wouldn't shoot anyone.

Eat your breakfast.
Because it'd be pretty cool if it was.

Okay, everyone, grab your
backpacks and meet me out front.

What? I said I
didn't shoot anyone.

So you're saying
you weren't there?

I'm saying I didn't shoot anyone.

Jim, we've been through this.

Look, I'm not happy about
this hobby of yours,

but I understand why you need it.

You know, but J.J.
... He worships you. So?

So I don't want him
worrying about you,

and I certainly don't
want him emulating you.

Look, I'm just trying
to keep the city safe.

Well, then try to stay off
the news while you do it.

I don't get it.
You used to complain

that Jim didn't have
anything in his life.

Now that he finally has a thing,

you're gonna complain about that?

I was hoping it'd be a hobby,

like model airplanes
or stamp collecting.

Oh, trust me, you do not want
to be with a stamp collector.

Their fingers are sticky, and
their tongues are always dry.

Did you lock up last night?

Yes.

Is my family's research put away?

Ish.

Call security.

I don't get it. Who would
want to break into your...

Hello, ladies.

Dr. Chiles.
What are you doing here?

Your little plant
is a high priority,

which means the brass want all
their top players on this.

So congratulations, Dr. Powell.
Looks like we're lab partners.

Should I still call security?

I'm telling you,

sophomores never get invited
to Bailey Browning's party.

So? Why can't we just show up?

'Cause it's exclusive. The only way to
know where it is is to get invited.

It's like a catch-22 or something.
Oh, please.

Come on. Admit it, Daph.

You wanna go just as much as we do.
Yeah, maybe.

$18.26.

I got $7. Uh...

I hope they didn't notice me
pull a $50 from the register.

Maybe we can just beg Bailey
to tell us where the party is.

You know what? There may be a way we
can find out where that party is.

Detective Cordero.

I have a comp of the, uh,
shooter in Franklin Park.

The, uh... uh, witness...
Didn't get a very good look at him.

This the guy who shot the meth head
who was robbing an innocent woman?

You want me to arrest
him or offer him a job?

We've got real criminals
in this city, Powell,

so forgive me if I move the
guy who took out a felon

to the bottom of the stack.

I used to think the cops in
this town were just lazy,

but it's worse than that.
They don't care.

You know what?
Pull up some mug shots.

Maybe we can find
ourselves a match.

Jim, the cops have to
prioritize their cases.

Maybe we should prioritize ours.
I mean, who's it gonna hurt

if we let this one slide,
the crackhead community?

"Let it slide"? Till what,
he kills an innocent person

or someone's kid gets
killed in the cross fire?

No. He's dangerous.
He has to be stopped right now.

We can't let him run around...
Yeah, fighting crime?

George, this guy's not me.

He's a vigilante. Which is a
fancy-sounding word for what you do.

Hey, I might be fighting crime,

but at least I'm not
committing them.

I'm playing by the rules here.

Rules that we're making
up as we go along, Jim.

Hey, you know what, George?
If I have to explain it to you,

maybe it's better if I just
handle this one on my own.

I'll pay for it! Yes, you will!

It's ingenious, actually,
going for the "B"...

not so high that you
arouse suspicion,

not so low that your previous
work seems like an anomaly.

I'm not cheating, Mr. Litchfield.

You expect me to believe that
one morning you just woke up

and decided to apply yourself?
I guess you survive a plane crash,

and you kinda approach life
differently. I guess so.

A B-plus?

Seriously, man, whatever it
is you're on, can I get some?

Hit them hard, buddy!
Hit them hard!

You need a ride?
No, my dad's picking me up.

We're gonna go get our
gear for our camping trip.

That's cool, man. My dad's
always with his new girlfriend.

All right, later.
Later.

Set! Come on!

Hello? Hey, J.J.

How you doing?
Fine.

Are you running late? Look,

you know how I've
been looking forward

to our little camping
trip together, but...

But you're blowing me off.

No. I'm just... postponing it...

Until things slow down a little bit.
Yeah, sure.

I feel terrible, but they
need me around here. My, uh,

my particular...
Listen, I'm sorry.

Whoa!

J.J.? Everything all right?

What?

Um, yeah. Dad, look,
I gotta go, all right?

I'll see you at home.

Jim, you know how much he was
looking forward to this weekend.

I know. I was, too.
But I talked to him about it.

I told him, look,
as soon as I get this guy,

I'll have plenty of time for camping.
Yeah, until the next guy.

Good morning.

Oh, hey, kid. About yesterday...

Look, I told you, it's cool.
Worked out for the best anyway.

I'm gonna join the football team.

The football team? Really? Well,
that's... that's great.

Yeah. I really think I
can help out this year.

Assuming coach Baskin
lets me try out,

but...
Are you sure about this?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

Well, because, you know, you're...Short?
Jim.

And the guys on the team are all...
Jim.

Bigger than me.

And you just never showed
an interest in it before.

You remember how
often I would ask you

to toss the rock with me?
You couldn't care less.

So when you wanted me to play,
it was okay,

but now that it's my idea,
it's a bad one?

No, no, no. It's just...
Football? Really?

I mean, do you think
you're cut out for it?

So you think you know
what I'm cut out for, dad?

Because I don't think
you have a clue.

J.J.

I've been racking my brain,

and his name's Andrew Meyers.
At least I think it might be.

George. What made you
change your mind?

Come on, man. Every
Batman needs his Robin.

A few years back...
And I remember this because it was

my first week on the job
at the D.A.'s office...

Meyers' son was shot and killed.
Cops arrested a suspect,

but we couldn't make a case,
so the perp walked.

A year later,
same suspect is gunned down.

Shooting still unsolved.

Witnesses say the guy was
wearing a gray baseball cap.

So you think Meyers took out
the guy that killed his son,

and he liked it so
much he didn't stop?

That I don't know,
but one of our investigators says

Meyers spends most of his time at
a little bar on the south side.

Well, maybe we should pay
Mr. Meyers a little visit.

Should I drive or do you want
me to just hop on your back

and we could...

I'll drive.

Probably better.

- Coach Baskin. - J.J., hope you're ready
for that midterm today.

Another decent showing and a
"B" might be in your sights.

What can I do for you?
The football team.

What about it?
I wanna play.

Uh, J.J., no offense...
you're a sweet kid, but, uh,

you're the size of my daughter.
Maybe you always knew

you were gonna be a history
teacher and a football coach

or maybe you realized your
calling later in life,

but our dreams don't
always happen on schedule.

So I'll make you a deal...
I ace that midterm,

and you let me try out for the team.
What do you say?

Don't be too obvious, but he
look like the guy from the park?

I don't know. I'm not sure.
It's hard to say.

Okay. You're gonna talk to him,
feel him out.

The one thing criminals love
to do is talk about themselves.

You make him comfortable,
you get him to open up.

Same idea as when
you were single...

You think of it as a blind date,
but with a sociopath.

What?

Coffee, please.

Fan of the game?

No. Uh, J.J.... That's my son...

He's, uh, he's never been either.

Now all of a sudden,
he wants to join the team.

Nothing predictable
about kids, huh?

One day you're their hero, and then...

Soon enough, they want
nothing to do with you,

and you may never get the
chance to be their hero again.

Take care of yourself.

Uh, thanks.

That's so quick.
You think he's the shooter?

I just think he's a guy who
wants to be left alone.

Katie, I thought you said you
hid the research on the family.

I did.
Yeah, but what about these lab results?

This is the blood analysis
we ran on Jim and me.

No, that's the breakdown on your
south American wonder plant.

We're supposed to send it to the board
as part of your progress report.

This nucleopeptide sequence...

it's the same abnormal
chromosome that we found

in Jim's blood, in my blood,
in Daphne's...

Katie, do you know
what this means?

Oh, my God.

Whatever's making
this plant special...

It's making us special, too.

Am I interrupting?

Uh, what? No.

Mm. No. We...
We are just...

We're talking about our periods.
... We're talking about work.

Our periods of time in
which we like to work.

I can't believe you two beat
me for the research grant.

No, totally, we should.

If Mike found out,
he would kill him... for real.

Um, hi, Bailey.

Uh, do we know each other?

No. I mean, uh...

I know you, but you
probably don't know me.

Right. That's what I meant.

Who is this girl and why
is she talking to me?

I'm Daphne Powell.

I just wanted to say
I'm super excited

for the party this weekend,
and if I can bring anything...

It's by invitation only.

And if you weren't invited,
then you don't know where it is.

Oh, I totally know where it is.
It's at Alec Koster's house.

Yep. You're right.

So I guess we'll see you there...

While we're all raging
at Paul Steptoe's house.

Perfect. See you there.

See ya.

You sure you okay?
'Cause you're usually

a lot chattier when you're on patrol.
No,

I was just thinking about
what you said the other day.

You really don't think I'm
just like this vigilante?

Oh. One fight and you're gonna
throw it in my face forever?

No, it's just...

I thought we were
different than him.

I guess not.

George! Go!

Oh no!

Meyers?

You!

You killed him!

Powell.

This is Edward and Alice
Costigan, the couple

that witnessed the 1-8-7
in the park last night.

They've got a description
of the perp for you.

I'm sorry. I have some allergies.
H-have a seat.

Oh. Be right with you.

Little man... yeah.

P-pads go the other way around.

Right. There you go. All right.
Listen up. Listen up.

We're gonna be working
with a new playbook today.

But that doesn't mean the defense
should go easy out there.

I want everybody's best. You hear me?
Yeah!

All right. Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

Yeah, baby! Let's go! Whoo!

Girls' locker room's that way.

Powell.

You earned your shot,
but are you sure you wanna do this?

Boy, it's game time,
baby! Let's go!

Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!

Yeah.

All right. A deal's a deal.

Let's go.

Okay.

Interesting stuff.

Glad I found this
before Katie hid it.

It's no wonder you
two are so secretive.

I'm sorry. I don't know what you...

Drop the act. It's all in here.
Your research

isn't exactly confined to
your very old plant, is it?

Look, I can explain.

All that data is correlative...

Spare me. I've been around
the nucleotide block.

What I can't figure out is
why you'd waste valuable time

studying the inconclusive
data of a washed-up scientist.

As if you didn't know.

This is Dr. Douglas Volson's research.

He discovered this chromosomal
mutation years ago,

before Global Tech canned him.

Volson?
When I discovered it in the archives,

it was unattributed-
a word of advice, doctor?

Concentrate on your plant...
Or your funding might find its way

into the hands of a
more worthy party.

So if you give me a
description of the suspect,

I can create a composite.
Although I-I understand

it was pretty dark
that night, so you

- probably didn't...- No, no.
We saw the man very clearly.

He was right in front of us.

Can't wait till you
guys nail this bastard.

I'd recognize him anywhere.

Bless you.

Okay.

Yeah, that's better.

Um, okay.

Let's begin.

The, uh, shape of his face,
was it more angular?

No, it was more round,
like a ball.

Big, fat, meaty face.

And, uh, his approximate age?
He sounded pretty youthful.

No. No, he was middle-aged,
definitely.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
No spring chicken.

How about his hair? A big,
full head of hair?

Oh, God, no, no. Not at all.
No, not at all.

No, it was... it was thin.
It was very thin, long hair.

Oh. All right then.
Very good. Very good.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Back to the face.

Sort of, uh, medium lips.

Yeah, what are those, um, uh,
uh, what are they called?

The, uh... like you,
what you have.

Me?

Cupid's bow.

Exactly.

Hey. She said your lips,

not Angelina Jolie's.
What, is this your first day?

What's the problem, Powell?
Everything okay here?

Why do you look so worked up?

Uh... I'm just
passionate about my art

and, uh, when I'm passionate, I...

I sweat.

Your wife's a lucky lady.

Continuing.

Hike!

We're going to the party.
Impossible!

Yes, it's possible! It's at...
Oh!

It's at Peter Steptoe's
house at 8:00.

Wait. And she just what, told you,

just like that?
Yeah, just like that.

Amazing!

Uh, and speaking of amazing...

Wh... Oh, my God.
That's... my brother.

Reynolds! Out!

Okay, Powell. One snap.

Ready to show me your stuff?

You're putting him in?
Couldn't do any worse than you.

J.J., red-dog right.

Are you serious? What a twerp.

Hey, small fry. Stay behind me.

Yeah. All right, cool.

Blue 34! Blue 34!

Come on, brain.
Do your super thing.

Set!

Powell!

Okay, I'm not promising
you any game time...

Probably none, in fact...
but whatever crazy thing you just did,

you just earned yourself
a spot on this team.

J.J., I almost get lying to mom and
dad about having your giant brain.

You want them to be proud of you,

like you did it all on your own.
But, really, J.J., football?

I-I... The last time I checked,
you weren't exactly coordinated.

You want to know something
crazy about football? Sure.

It's all math.

Yeah, tell that to the guy whose neck
I can't see past in health class.

What is a football?
It's a prolate spheroid,

which means a simple
vector analysis

can be applied to formulate its
predictive trajectory. Um...

Now I know what you're
probably thinking...

Big whoop, J.J.
This is nothing more than

graduate-level Newtonian mechanics,
which is basically

just a derivation of the laws of Kepler.
But I am telling you,

an ordinary differential
equation supports this.

Uh, okay, boy genius,
do you mind simplifying that

for us regular people?

What it means is you don't have
to be big or fast or athletic

to be a great football player.
You can just be... you.

It's not that we don't
applaud his improvement,

but when a student like J.J.
turns around his performance

at such an alarmingly rapid rate,

we can't help but consider that
there are other factors at play.

Face it. Your kid's on drugs.

Hey. That's my son
you're talking about.

Jim.

I'm sorry.

I-I don't get it.

First J.J. fails,

and you tell us that he's
got a learning disability.

Then he does great, and you tell us what,
he's doing too well?

How else do you explain it?

He's 4'5", 80 pounds,

and joining the football team?!
Mr. Litchfield.

Please, can you just...

tell us what you think
is going on with our son.

Well, we can't know for sure,

but there are certain
attention-focusing,

performance-enhancing
drugs that could account

for his spike in grades
and social activities.

It's... it's actually more
common than you might think.

Drugs?

I'm... I'm sorry.
I can't imagine J.J....

Look. Look.

J.J.'s changed so much
in such a short span.

You have to ask yourselves...

If it's not drugs,
what secret is he keeping?

I can't believe this.

J.J., calm down.
We just want to ask you,

I-if something was going on,
you... you'd come to us, right?

Did your parents ever ask
you if you were on drugs

when you went out for
the football team?

That's entirely different.
When I was your age...

What? Say it, dad.
You weren't like me?

J.J., there might be things about you that...
That are special and you're not aware of.

You think I have powers.

What, to get decent grades

and throw a football?

It's possible.
You might not even realize it.

Hey, you look me right here.

And you tell me you
don't have any powers.

I wanna believe you. I do.

You're right.

I do have powers.

For the first time in my life,
I am finally good at stuff

because I believe in myself.

It'd be real nice if you did, too.

Well, we had to ask.

Did we?

Jim. What is this?
What's going on?

...Considered a suspect in
the Franklin Park killing.

Please contact the local
law enforcement...

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah,
that's me. I, uh...

I wanted to tell you about that,

but I... Look... Someone
saw me at the park.

Jim. I tried to change
the sketch around,

but I couldn't. I-I'm sorry.
Okay,

forget... forget-
forget about the park.

You're not here.

I know what it looks like to
be obsessed with your work.

I'm not obsessed. Come on.

You... you canceled a camping
trip with your son.

You don't even know
if he's on drugs

because you don't know him anymore.
Look, I-I'm not saying

I was the perfect parent,
but I'm here now,

because I almost lost once.

Nothing is more important
to me than those kids...

But when I do my job,
that's important to me, too.

You know what?

You can't always
have it both ways.

You're gonna have to
make a decision about

what kind of person you wanna be...

Do you want to be a parent or
do you want to be a vigilante?

You notice anything weird
about this sketch, Powell?

I, uh...
Forgot to autograph it?

No.

When I close my eyes and I squint,

I think that the guy in this
sketch looks a little bit

like... you.

Cordero.

The guy in that sketch
is not our suspect,

this guy is... Andrew Meyers. Great.
Now we got two guys in here

who like to play detective.
You know,

I'm gonna assume it slipped
your mind just then

that I'm an A.D.A.
The man's 16-year-old son

was murdered with two
gunshots to the head.

Yeah, we know this already.

Yeah, but did you know the
shooting occurred in Franklin Park?

Call me an over-reaching
prosecutor,

but that is more than enough to
bring Meyers in for a lineup,

see if the vic can I.D.,
and if she does,

it sorta makes you a hero,
doesn't it?

Fine.

We'll bring him in.

Okay, so here's how
it's gonna work.

The victim's gonna come in,
see if she can I.D. the suspect

out of the lineup.
Yeah, except we don't know

if the suspect is actually guilty.

Hey, look, as long as
they're suspecting him,

they're not suspecting you.
Besides, I think he's the guy.

I don't know. I-I looked
Meyers straight in the eye.

I'm not sure if he's the vigilante.
Well, that's the problem.

- You looked him in the eye,
and you like everybody. - No, I don't.

With the possible exception
of Cordero, yeah, you do.

It's just part of your...
Jim-ness.

You... you see the world the way you are.
I see the world, too.

You know what I see?
Robbery, rape, murder.

Take it from me,
as an attorney, people suck,

even the people who don't appear
to suck at first glance... suck?

Yeah. Vic didn't pick him.
He walks.

We're gonna keep pushing, right?

Get a search warrant
for his home, maybe?

I'm telling you, this is the guy.
I think you're right.

But he walks... for now.

There is no way we're
cool enough to be here.

Sure we are.

But he so isn't.

J.J.! What are you doing here?

What?!

You told mom you were going
to the movies with Declan.

So? You told mom you were
going over to Megan's tonight.

Look, when you get busted...
Which you will...

you're gonna be grounded
for your entire life.

Why do you even care?

I care because it's
another lie, J.J.!

It's another one of your
secrets that I have to keep,

and I kept it when you
lied to mom and dad

because you loved how
proud of you they were.

But this... the football team?

You're... abusing your powers
to impress new friends.

Well, you don't need
to be a genius to know

that you couldn't have
even gotten into this party

unless you used your powers.

But I am still me, J.J.
That's the difference.

You're a total fraud.

What are you doing here?

Later.

J.J.! This party's invite only.

How did you even
know where it was?

You mean after you let me think
that it was at Alec's house?

Not to mention the strict
no sophomore policy.

Oh? Well, my brother's here,

and he's a freshman.
Who's on the football team.

So unless you and your friends
learn how to throw a spiral,

I want you out of here.

And we have a strict
"no losers" policy.

Bad news, baby. We're tapped out.

Literally.

No more beer. Party's over.

For some people, definitely.

You know what?

I could get you some more.
Really?

How?

Hi.

I'll take this, some fruity gum,
and a keg of beer, please.

Something... German, perhaps.

Yeah, no problem.
You want some meth, too?

Hmm. Funny.

Uh, I'm gonna need some help
getting that keg to my car, too.

So you think I'm just
gonna sell you booze, huh?

'Cause that's what guys who
work in places like this do?

No, I think you don't
want your boss finding out

that you're dipping
into the cash register.

Look, I don't know where you
got the idea I'm lifting cash...

I know you are.
Well, can you prove it?

Because if you can't,
it's your word against mine.

On the other hand,
you are an underage girl

trying to purchase alcohol,
which is definitely illegal.

And which I think I can prove.

So give me a minute while
I give the police a call.

I... Mm.

No cell phone, no music,
no laptop. No TV.

Might as well say good-bye
to the outdoors, too.

You know what? You can just
say good-bye to everything...

Sit down.

Because you are never
leaving this house again.

No... One week for lying,
one week for buying alcohol...

Attempting to buy!
A week for getting arrested.

Oh! It was just a warning!

What were you thinking?
I wasn't thinking.

I read the convenience
store guy's mind and...

and then I tried to blackmail him.

Blackmail? Wait.

This might require a whole
new set of punishments.

I was just trying to get
the kids to like me.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't even drink!

Hey, you're late.
Uh, Declan and me...

The movie ran longer
than we thought.

What's going on anyways?

This doesn't concern you, J.J.
Just go upstairs now.

Daphne, how are we
supposed to believe

anything that comes out
of your mouth again?

I didn't drink! I swear.

I just used my powers
to get into a party

- that I wouldn't have been able
to get into otherwise. - Oh.

I know it's a crazy scenario no one in the
entire would be able to relate to.

She's telling the truth.

She didn't drink.
And how would you know that, J.J.?

What, you can read minds now, too?

No, it's...

'Cause I was there.

Jim, we had a system before.
Yeah, yeah, I'm familiar with it.

You went to work, and I was the
one who dealt with the kids.

Look, this is what happens to
them when we're not around.

Our 14-year-old is sneaking
into high school parties.

Our daughter was arrested.

Ah, it's just a warning.

Look, you're right.

You were right. I haven't
been around as much as usual.

But I've just been caught up
in this crime-fighting thing.

I understand, Jim.
But our kids need you here.

They need a parent here.

I mean, they needed
you all those years,

and I was the one who covered.

When is it gonna be your turn
to be the one who's here?

Hello?

Hey, it's me, Katie.

So remember how you asked me to
look into Dr. Volson's research?

I did. Katie, please.

Now's not a good time.
Go home. Go to bed.

No, no, no, trust me.
You are going to want to hear this.

So I found out

he was working predominantly
with somatic gene therapy

coupled with recombinant D.N.A.

So he was working on vaccines?

Not just that.

He was isolating vulnerabilities
in the D.N.A. strand,

and then he was attempting
to create patches,

like... sort of like
genetic spackle.

I mean, it was
cutting-edge, really.

But then his research...

It just sort of stops.
I mean, the guy just disappears.

Where'd he go?

So I'm like, where is Dr. Volson?

So I do a public record search.
I do a social security match.

I comb the Internet for
property histories.

I even called my ex at the FBI

to have him cross-check
the F.D.I.C.

Now I have to have drinks with him...
Katie.

Please, get to the point.

The point is

that I have searched everywhere
on earth for this guy,

and I have finally figured out

the reason why I
can't figure it out.

It's 'cause Dr. Volson isn't on this earth.

Dr. Volson is dead.

You want another?

The undercover cop, back again.
I'm not a cop.

Right. I'm just a guy like you,
a guy who cares.

Well, if you care about
finding the vigilante,

you've got the wrong guy.

I-I wish I could believe that.
I-I really do.

It... but it doesn't
matter what I think.

See, 'cause the cops
think you're the shooter,

and that means they're
gonna come after you hard.

Turn yourself in.

Look, I get it.

I understand how people can
get lost in their lives

and suddenly find themselves

doing things they never
imagined possible.

I get it.

I have kids, too...
Hey, I don't have a kid.

Cleaning up the park is not
gonna bring your boy back.

So that's what you think? Huh?

You think I'm trying to get
revenge on whoever killed my son?

I lost Jack a long
time before that.

I lost him...

You know, I was so busy at work.

I lost him 'cause I
didn't see the signs.

Everything seemed so important,
and none of it mattered.

He needed my help,

and I was so caught up
in what I was doing, I...

Missed my chance to save him.

I was his father,

and I should've been there.

So...

You think I blame the
world for what happened?

I blame myself.

I did it. I killed my son.

You love your kids so much,

then what the hell are
you doing here with me?

Why aren't you at home with them?

Morning, everyone.

Okay, no one has anything to
say to me, and that's fine,

'cause I want you all to listen.

Daphne, you abused your powers

because you wanted to
feel good about yourself,

and you didn't give a damn
about the consequences.

As much as I don't
want to admit it,

I'm guilty of the same thing.

J.J...

You don't have powers, so you took
the feelings that we all had,

of feeling different or...
or damaged,

and you did the very hard work
of making yourself feel special,

like we all do. Is that right?

Yeah, dad.

That's right.

See, now J.J.'s the example
of what we all need to do.

We can't rely on these crutches
we have available to us.

We have to take these
crappy feelings

and turn them into
positive action.

And what J.J. did, that's...

That's a superpower
in and of itself.

So... even though you lied to us

about where you went last night,
you did it because

you felt like your efforts had
been unappreciated, unnoticed.

And, J.J.,

I never want you to
feel that way again.

We're sorry to assume that it
was drugs or anything else, J.J.

And we don't want to make
the mistake of assuming

that we know all of who you are...

Or that you're done becoming
a man you're gonna be.

So... We're all gonna go to
your football game tonight.

Mm. Technically, I'm grounded.

You're going.

On one!

All right!

Oh, God, dad. Really?

Hi, J.J.!

I'm proud of you, kid!

Okay, Powell. You ready to show
me your stuff? See what you got.

They're putting in J.J.?

Go, J.J.!

All right, J.J.!

Go. J.J.! Go, J.J.!

* I know you with
your heart of blue *

* You take your troubles
and release the sound *

* Into the open,
up from the ground *

* These words unspoken,
you sing aloud *

* Words can be strong
like the beating drum *

* Like 10,000 voices
that call together *

Freeze!

* "A" is the ailment,
and "B" makes it better *

Drop it! Drop your weapon!

* Your life in letters *
Stop!

* Mmm ba ba, life in letters *

* Life in letters *

* B, C *

* Life in letters *

* Come on *

* Set *

* Me free *

* Life in letters *