Powers

Previously on Powers...

She was clutching it tightly when rigor mortis set in.

Acrylonitrile butadiene styrene. Plastic.

You want me to work with you?

Given the current climate, people need to be reminded

that Powers can make a difference.

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

That case is officially closed.

You've been trying to shut us down for junk and you can't!

I'm gonna need your badge... and your gun.

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

We already ate this one... Now we... want the new one.

You're saying...

I believe... Derick Warner...

...also known as Heavy, a hired assassin, killed Retro Girl.

You realize that you have a gargantuan target painted on your back

with that TV interview?

You might say he's, kind of, proud of it.

Yeah, I'd wear neon sign on my head

if it would bring that son of a bitch out in the open.

Seems to me Heavy does not want to come out to play.

Then I'll just have to keep forcing his hand until he does.

So you know, 38.235% chance that he killed Retro Girl.

Good enough for me.

38? What... what the fuck?

How did you come up with that?

Logarithmic analysis, quantum hypothesis?

What makes it easier for you?

What have you got for us?

Okay, first.

12-amp wireless Taser Rifle.

Cook my intestines, not sure about the effect on Heavy,

but could be useful.

This, highly efficient 15 million volt body prod.

Getting close enough, it should stun him.

"Should."

Walker.

Jesus. Look.

We're working with some extremely obtuse FBI files

on Heavy's power signature.

If it's reliable, I have no idea.

Okay. What else?

- What's this? - This...

EMP Grenade Launcher, effective firing range 150 yards.

Hit him, should stop him cold enough to... take him down.

"Should."

I'll take it.

It's yours.

Then I'll take the Laser Rifle.

Surprise, surprise.

Hell, yeah!

Oh, shit!

Is it that time of the year again already?

I suppose so.

For what?

Colossal Fun.

It's their annual Coming Out Ball.

You going?

Fuck no!

Why that little shit keeps me on his guest list, I'll never know.

No, but you?

You always were his favorite.

Yeah, don't remind me.

We did have some good times, though.

Yeah.

Okay.

We got a bad guy to take down.

Stay safe, my friends.

Jesus!

They aren't even trying.

Why should they?

We do all the work for them.

Back for the prod, after all, eh?

Hello, Derek.

Nice of you to drop by.

You just missed Walker, but you know that.

In due time.

So you're here for me.

You are a clever man, Dr. Cohen.

I don't mind telling you, you were always my favorite when I was a child.

I take that as a high compliment.

Especially coming from the likes of you.

It's too bad it has to end this way.

Who says this is the end?

Fuck!

Now, if I remember my trading card stats correctly,

your skeleton is 70% titanium, no?

74.263, but... who's counting?

Lovely.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, Heavy.

Good-bye, Dr. Cohen.

So sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.

Fuck you!

Too easy.

I should get to work.

Fuck you very much.

Sorry.

You know?

Okay.

There is an upside to all this...

you being suspended.

- Not just... - Oh, really?

- Yeah. - What... what's that?

We don't have to hide anymore.

Stay...

here.

Cohen is dead.

- What? How? We just saw him. - Yeah.

Sorry, Deena...

Holy fuck.

I told you to stay in there.

I... I got a text.

Triphammer was found dead in his workshop.

We're coming with you.

You've been suspended.

Or have you forgotten again?

Pick this up later?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Kutter? Seriously?

None of your business.

- How long? - None of your business.

- For how... For the whole... - None, zero of your business.

Why don't you start by telling me how the fuck

you found out Triphammer was murdered.

Sergeant Martinez called me.

They found him in his workshop.

Crushed from within, they think.

Heavy.

Yeah, who else?

- He was there for me, Deena. - No.

No, if that were true,

he would have killed us both while we were there.

He was there for Triphammer.

You know what? Fuck this.

We need to be over at Harley's with Kutter.

Lange will have us arrested.

Deena, he was my friend.

In case you haven't noticed, I don't have many of them left.

I have noticed that your friends have a propensity to die,

but going over there and getting ourselves deeper in trouble

is not gonna help him now.

And if Heavy really killed him, that just means we're getting closer.

Fuck, man!

Why Triphammer? Why not me?

Who is this guy?

I mean, who would want to have Retro Girl killed?

Starts with... with Krispin, yeah?

And then... and THX, then Marigold.

Now Triphammer, not me.

Who's he working for?

Why does he want me dead?

Okay, we're cops.

Suspended cops, but still cops, nonetheless.

And if there's one thing every cop knows is that when a case

goes cold... where do you start?

At the beginning.

Okay, so...

where was the last place Retro Girl was seen before she was killed?

At my apartment.

Very complicated, and... six hours later she shows up

at the Temple Theater with an chunk of plastic stuck in her hand.

And I just realized I'm barely in my underwear

talking to my partner about police work, so...

If you don't mind,

I'm going to get dressed, and you can take a gander at the case board.

Deena?

Still naked.

We need to pay Craig Sherman a visit.

Retro Girl's agent?

Didn't you already visit him?

Yeah. We need to go again.

I think I know what the plastic is in her hand,

and I think Craig knows too.

Sorry.

You understand this is a crime scene.

Nothing is to be moved or touched until forensics is done.

Understood, sir.

You're a vet, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Marines 14th, first division.

Fallujah.

Thank you for your service, Sergeant.

Marines 4th, Lejeune.

Drill.

Where we make men.

So don't call me "sir," you know that.

I just heard.

I should have been here.

I heard on TV.

They say they're memorializing Triphammer tonight

at the Retro Girl Gala.

I understand if you don't want to go with me now.

No, he'd want us to go.

I need to honor him.

We need to honor him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I'm pleased...

and honored...

...to be your...