I Am Number Four

Whoo!

You know, showboating like that

just makes you look desperate.

Yeah, "Look at me. I can flip my ski."

Pathetic.

- Yeah.

- Daniel, that was awesome!

Nicole.

Hey, Daniel, Nicole left, huh?

Should've let me talk to her.

Whoo-hoo!

I love it out here.

The Big Dipper.

It's my favorite.

- Do you know that one?

- No.

I got a D in Astronomy.

So, I never see you with anyone.

Do you have a girlfriend

out of town or something?

Daniel? Daniel?

I want you to feel this!

This is what's coming for you.

Daniel, are you OK?

Oh, my God.

He's a freak.

He's some kind of freak.

Number Three's dead.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- Anyone else see what happened?

I told you not to keep this crap.

It just slows us down.

All right, let's go.

Daniel.

This is the part

I hate the most, the running.

But it's the only thing

in my life that's real.

The rest is a lie.

Even Henri.

People think he's my father.

He's not.

He's a warrior from my planet,

assigned to keep me alive.

I don't remember my father.

All he left for me

was some kind of box.

Henri says he'll pass it on to me

when the time is right.

I got my first scar

when I was nine years old,

near the border of Mexico.

It woke me from my sleep.

It was the first sign that the

Mogadorians had found us here on Earth.

The second scar

came when I was 12.

I was in Colorado,

in the middle of a spelling bee.

As soon as I felt it,

I knew Number Two was dead.

Last night, I got my third scar.

I was just a kid when the Mogadorians

invaded my planet, Lorien.

Nine of us children escaped.

We were gifted, meant to protect

our people when we grew up.

We never got the chance.

Everyone was killed.

We are the last of our kind.

Three of us are gone. Dead.

They are hunting us down,

one by one, in order.

I know I'm next.

I am Number Four.

All right, well, so...

Daniel won't be in school

the rest of the semester.

OK. You, too.

Your new ID.

And this time, you stay out of sight,

huh? No school, no teams, nothing.

John Smith. Very original.

I don't want to be original.

I want to be invisible.

This time was different.

I didn't just get a scar.

I, uh... I saw Number Three.

I felt the knife, I felt him die.

I could tell we all did.

- The others.

- We should get moving.

Mogadorians could've

already picked up our scent.

We're going to Paradise.

I have business to take care of.

It's Bernie Kosar.

Played football.

- Yeah, he played for Cleveland.

- Hm. Good to know.

- Next time, I get to pick the place.

- Yeah.

That's all of it.

I'm going to bed.

Ooh. Hang on.

I need a new picture.

We have to wipe out anything

that hits the Internet.

Say "Paradise."

Oh, shit.

This is why

I need you to be invisible.

Get back inside.

John.

Come on. Come back inside.

Little small for a Mogadorian,

don't you think?

I'm sure he belongs to someone.

He doesn't

have any collar or tags.

Hm. Somebody, somewhere,

must miss you, huh?

Come on.

Another pair of eyes

and ears watching the house?

- I'm gonna need somebody to talk to.

- Talk to me.

Yeah, keep the dog.

What are you gonna call him?

How about Bernie Kosar?

What are you doing up?

I changed my mind.

About what?

Look, uh, as much fun

as you are to be around,

I can't be a prisoner.

Uh, I have to go to school.

- No. No way, too risky.

- Come on.

Number Three was completely

off the grid and the Mogs got him.

- Didn't save him.

- Mm-mm.

Come on.

I'm gonna be safer if I blend in.

I promise I'll keep a low profile.

Look. Even if I let you, and I'm not,

you can't just waltz into school

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