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Previously on Future Man...

I'm gonna run this
through every DNA database

in the world.

Gonna run every name
that dealer gave us.

Professor Karofsky,
I am, uh, Josh Pastman.

There are people
who want you dead.

That's what's-her-name
from Accounting.

-I know these people.
-Biotics can be anybody.

Every Biotic soldier
has a bomb implanted.

It blows their head so
they can't be interrogated.

-We need another time machine.
-Biotics have time machines.

And we already know that
they're in the laboratory

that you clean,
we just have to catch one.

Okay.

Separating Biotics from humans
is not going to be easy.

I could go Call of Zion.

It'd be messy
but it could work.

Can you get everyone
you work with in one room

-No, I can't.

Hm, can't or won't?

Both.

Guys, the whole point of this
was to get a Biotic alive

and get it to tell us
where its TTD is.

Yeah, so we flush them out.

Humans are weaker,
so they die first.

Biotics are left standing.

We kill them all,
except for one,

deactivate its brain bomb,
then the torture starts.

Isn't there something
that we can do

that's a little more
temporary, like, uh...

like a light, non-lethal
dosage of poison or something?

Well, Biotics, they
are immune to poison.

We could gas the vents,
but I don't know,

-it's too risky.
-Ingestibles are safer.

This place is thick
with sewer mushrooms.

Couple seconds
after eating those,

you puke, shit yourself,

and pass out with no
memory of what happened.

Learned that the hard way.

-Twice.
-I don't know,

too many variables,
they'd all have to be

in the same room
at the same time

eating the same thing.

*

Kronish Ball.

Guys, the Kronish Ball.

It's--it's our holiday party,

it's coming up this weekend.

Everyone gets dressed up.

There's an open bar,
there's tons of food.

And the best part?

Kronish gives this
big speech at the end

and it finishes
with everyone eating

one of his Kronish balls.

They're like little
chocolate truffle balls.

That is stupid,

even for the
standards of this time.

But the entire company
has to be there.

So any Biotics that are
hiding within the lab

have to be there as well.

If I can get the recipe
for the Kronish balls,

do you think that we can
make a poisoned version

and then just swap it in?

It's doable.

Wolf, you're the poison guy.

What do you know about cooking?

Remove the hair, eat the meat.

We can work with that.

Tiger, you can go in
undercover as my date.

It's like a companion.

-Mate.
-Fine, yeah,

I'll be your fucking date.

We might need some help.

I've got to even it out.

Yeah, so...

Tiger and Corey are part of
that job-training program

at work where
we help the homeless.

They really just
want to contribute

to the party and
just try to fit in

the best they can.

And both were in Afghanistan?

Yes, the Taliban messed
them up pretty good.

So they say a lot of things
that are pretty crazy,

just try to ignore it.

-He's touching the--
-Yeah, just--you've got to,

-got to ignore it.
-Well, don't worry, sweetie.

Back in the '80s,

when your dad and I spent
that summer in the jungle,

we saw a woman
breastfeed a piglet.

-Wow.
-Mm-hm.

If we can handle that,
we can handle these two.

I can't thank
you guys enough,

-I really owe you.
-You never owe us anything.

Ever.

Ooh!

I have that same shirt.

And pants.

*

*

*

*

-Hey, Dr. Kronish.
-Well, if it isn't my savior.

You know, it turns out
you were quite prophetic

about those animal
rights activists.

Your methods were
unorthodox but...

appreciated.

Yeah, uh, no problem.

Hey, I just want to tell you,

I'm really excited
for the upcoming party

and I cannot wait
for those Kronish balls.

Well, you'll have to roll
that excitement back.

The balls have been bounced.

-They're off the menu.

Dr. Camillo scaled
the whole party down

after I gave away our research

and cost the company billions.

But the Dr. Kronish that I know

would never let somebody
push them around like this.

I don't know what Dr. Kronish
you're referring to.

I'm just the face and lips
of this organization.

Stu is the business brains.

He's been on me for years
about the party anyway.

He thinks the whole idea of
toasting with chocolate balls

is silly--and it is.

I mean, we're not Blapple,
known for fun and whimsy.

We're curing STDs here.

We should act like it,
for God's sake.

Don't forget to bring
cash for the bar.

Okay.

*

Now, this ganache truffle

that you want to
make for the party,

that, my friend, is
a bit of a tricky dish,

even for a skilled
chef like myself.

So since we don't even
have the recipe yet,

let's walk before we run.

The omelet.

Every chef must master it.

So, get in there
and beat those eggs.

Die, egg scum!

Egg smash!

Your shell is weak!

I meant, beat the eggs
in a bowl, with this.

Hm.

The antidote for
failure is punishment.

Son...

I don't know how things
work out in the street,

but in my kitchen,

the only punishment
for failure...

...is a hug.

Mm-hm.

Hm.

Hey!

Josh! You're still here.

-I thought you might have quit.

A bunch of people left
and didn't even give notice.

-Carl...

-Janis.

-From Accounting.

The girl with the pretty smile?

Oh yeah, no, I don't
think I ever met her.

You also missed a full day

of Dr. Camillo
yelling at Dr. Kronish

in front of everyone.

What were you thinking, Elias?

Stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid!

Dr. Kronish does
not deserve that.

Stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid man!

Hey.

Um, maybe we could
try to cheer him up.

Do you think you can
give me the recipe

for the Kronish balls?

I'm not sure where
you're going with this.

Well, they just took them
off the menu for the party,

and I don't know,

thought I could just,
like, surprise him,

cheer him up.

Oh, that's really
thoughtful for a dude.

You are a real
Renaissance janitor.

Feel like you could have said
"man" there, but I'll take it.

I'll see what I can
do about the recipe.

Thank you.

I'll email it to
you tomorrow, man.

Girl.

Woman.

Woman.

Thanks.

Mm.

Now that the sauce
is properly reduced,

correct with salt.

Let's just not waste
any more gas here.

Corey, if you add too much
or not enough of something,

you won't get
the flavor you want.

So, too much salt?

Cooking is about precision.

A precise quantity cooked
at a precise temperature

for a precise time equals
a chemical reaction.

A whole new profile
of flavors is unleashed!

Temperature creates
a chemical reaction.

Yes.

Like making an arctic pulse ray.

It uses supercharged Freon
to freeze your blood,

killing you instantly.

Cooking is...like
making one of those.

What did they do
to you over there?

*

Lawsuits...
lawsuits pending.

Ah ha!

*

Bingo.

Okay.

Let's see.

Okay, Janis.

Let's see where
the dots connect

so I can smoke out the
rest of your Biotic powers.

Show me all your secrets.

-Oh, uh--
-Why are you going

through people's files?

Oh, those, yeah--I, uh,

you know, I--I didn't get
a chance to say goodbye

to Carl and Janis
before they left,

so I wanted to find
their addresses

and send them
a little goodbye card.

You didn't even know
Janis's name this morning.

Well, I knew her trash.

To you, she's Janis;

to me, she's yogurt cup,
banana peel, pretty smile girl.

You shouldn't be going
through these people's files.

It's like a serious
invasion of privacy.

Oh.

I...

Wow.

Dr. Camillo's emergency
contact number is just 9-1-1.

Oh no.

Nobody loves that guy.

He yelled away
everybody in his life

that could ever love him.

"Joshua Sasha Futterman"?

It's my grandmother's name,

it's sentimental,
please give me--

Joshua Sasha Futterman,
Joshua Sasha Futterman.

I know, if we can't
read those kind of--

Hey, back off, buddy,

or else I'm going to rub
some tree nuts on you

so you get "golf ball
size hives and welts."

Okay, you know what,
let's see what

you're allergic to.

Uh-oh, do not.

Nope, Miss Geri
Elizabeth Lange.

That's not that--that's
not that weird, I guess.

Medical conditions.

None.

Allergies.

*

-None.

All right, how about
another sriracheeto

while we're at it?

-No thank you.

-I'm good, that is gross.

No, a secret family recipe.

Mm, real good.

I should--I should
probably get going.

Mm.

Yeah, me too, I got to

clean these up
and everything.

* Vultures circle

and you are the friend *

-We could do one more.

-We're here.
-We could.

We're in it.

Let's do it,
We could do one more.

*

Hey, hey, hey.

I got something for you.

What did you do?

These are noise cancelling
headphones, and look.

I put Stu blockers
on them, so you don't--

The police are here.

What?

They're looking for
a Josh "Pastman."

Why would you choose
such a stupid cover name?

Fuck!

*

Okay, I have to get the
fuck out of here right now.

Why is a cop looking for you?

It's complicated, okay?

Well, would you please
tell me what's going on?

-I can't explain it right now.
-Josh, Josh, level with me.

Look, okay, I'm mixed
up in some things that

the cops just can't
understand right now, okay?

But I swear to you,
I did nothing wrong.

*

Can you please help me
get out of here?

*

You better be the
fun kind of fugitive.

*

Hey.

Can I talk to you for a second?

I've got it from here, bud.

*

How can I help you,
Detective Skaarsgard?

Earlier, you failed to mention

that a Josh Futterman
works here.

You asked about
a Josh Pastman.

Oh, yeah, now I see it.

Two days ago, there was
a shootout at a meth lab

down on Seventh.

Five wounded, critically.

Hm.

Man I'm looking for might
have something to do with it.

He, uh, might also
have something to do

with a cop killing in 1969.

That cop?

My partner, Jorge Santiago.

He left a widow,
belly swollen with child.

*

The fuck do you people do here?

Science.

-Okay.
-Okay.

I'm going to ask you again.

Where is Josh Futterman?

I don't know.

But I can tell you this:

Josh couldn't be involved

'cause he wasn't
alive in the '60s.

And he's kind of dopey
and charming, you know,

but harmless.

Like, not in an
unattractive way.

I used to know
a guy a lot like that.

My partner, Jorge Santiago.

*

Tell your lover boy
to give me a call.

-Oof!

There was a towel bin?

How is something
so stupid so hard?

Weight on your toe,
not on your heel.

And whatever you do,
don't look down.

I don't know why you
would wear something

if they compromise
your ability to move.

Well, they tighten your tushie.

-Your butt.

Everything you've been
telling me these past two days?

Paint my face,
wear colorful garb,

put on those
tiny fucking stilts?

You've reduced me to nothing
more than a sewer clown.

But look, Tiger.

When I wear
something like this,

I feel beautiful,

and confident and comfortable.

I like the way I look,

and I actually
do it for myself.

I mean, you know, sure,
Gabe appreciates it.

He calls it "the sex dress."

Actually, this is the best
way that I have found so far

to get him away from
those whale documentaries.

Why, why is it
so distracting?

Well, because he's a man,

and, I mean,
you know how men are.

They think with their dicks.

You know?

I mean, not--not all men.

But, uh--no, yeah,
it is all men.

So this dress can be
used to mind

Yeah, and some women.

But that's besides the point.

Look, if you don't feel
comfortable in those,

then who cares
what anyone thinks?

Why are you being so nice to me?

What is your fucking
endgame, Diane?

No, there is no endgame, Tiger.

It's 'cause if
someone or something

is important to Joshie,
it's important to me.

He is family.

Yeah, well,
I never had a family.

I mean, I had a ward
leader, but he was killed

trying to steal a sugar cube.

I'm so sorry.

It was my sugar cube.

Well, you have got family
all around you here

and I am not going
to let you fail, okay?

I mean, look.

If Joshie can learn
to walk in heels,

so can you.

Come on.

Yes!

My God, what have you done?

This is a symphony,
each note is perfect.

What is that, cardamom?

Just a dusting, master.

No, no, no, look
at this reflection.

There's the master.

You have speed, skills,
but more than that,

it's like you have
something to say.

My mouth is all ears.

I like cooking.

I've never seen someone
come so far so fast.

You were meant for this.

I've always been a soldier.

Life made you a soldier.

You were born to be a chef.

-Maybe in another life.
-No, in this life!

You don't have to go back,
they don't own you.

Do they? I'm not sure how
the Army works these days.

*

This was a beautiful dream,

but I don't give
orders, I take them.

As soon as I have that recipe
and the mission is complete,

it's over.

As long as we're still dreaming,

how would you like
to learn to make a soufflé?

*

Sweet or savory?

*

Guys, guys, we're
going to be late.

These balls are
going to kill.

No, but they are going to
make people shit themselves.

Yeah, with delight!

Okay, okay, great.

Hey, hey, guys, we--
they're loading up the car,

we should probably get going.

Mom, what did you
do to your hair?

I just gave it a
little Tiger stripe.

Great.

*

-Whoa.

Yeah.

*

Remember, anyone who
doesn't puke is a Biotic,

so when the fighting starts,

you're going to
need to take cover.

It's hard enough
to kill a perf,

-let alone take one alive.
-Okay.

*

There's Kronish,
so play it cool.

Your mother also trained me
in the art of small talk,

-so I got it.
-Okay.

-Oh, Futterman!
-Dr. Kronish!

-This party's really something.
-It's a fucking joke.

Please, Marigold, not now.

Give me a drink ticket.

You finished your
allotment already?

*

Take mine.

Uh, Dr. Kronish,
this is my date.

-Hello.
-Tyra Gerheart.

Wow, what a party.

You look like you've lost
a massive amount of weight.

If that shake
were any heartier,

I'd have to call it a maul.

I'll be at the bar.

Well, the wife is displeased

with my gift to the
scientific community.

I'll be paying for
that one for, oh, ever.

Okay, well I do have
a little something

to help cheer you up.

It's not a billion dollars,

however, I thought
that it wouldn't feel

like the Kronish Ball
without...a Kronish ball!

Futterman!

I'm touched.

-You can't eat that.

-Can't eat that right now.

*

What the...?

Here...don't!

If you follow me,
I have a surprise for you

and I can explain everything.

Who is this?

Oh, I haven't seen
a confectioner's dusting

like this since my
last trip to Belgium!

All right, you got the balls,

what do you say
you give the toast?

It's a nice gesture, Futterman.

But Stu's on the warpath.

A toast with these

would be an outright
declaration of war.

Oh, what do we have here?

You guys brainstorming new ways

to set piles of money on fire?

Oh, hell no.

You have got a lot
of nerve, Elias.

No, no, no, it was me.

It was my idea to bring them.

Even more nerve!

That's for my yacht.

That's for the helicopter
that was going to land

on my yacht!

This is for my seat at SpaceX!

-First wife!
-Okay, okay, okay!

Second wife!

Mistress, mistress!

Spousal support,
more spousal support!

Lawyer, lawyer, lawyer!

Kids' therapy!

Cryofreezing!

Well, Dr. Camillo.

Fortunately,
I have two balls left,

which I intend to use right now.

Last time I checked,

you had 49 percent
of the company.

You're fired!

You wouldn't dare!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

-I have a toast to give.
-No you don't!

You need me, Elias!

You're nothing without me!

I can get you more
balls, Dr. Kronish!

It's not about the balls, son.

Yes it is, it's
all about the balls!

*

What kind of monster
would do this?

Fuck this, back to Plan A,
Operation Gas Chamber.

Oh, no, no, no, no; guys,
the toast is still on.

This plan's going
to work, all right?

Wolf, I need you to make
150 more of these balls

right now before
Kronish gets up there.

You talking about
a Quickfire challenge?

The quickest.

Okay, and Tiger?

-I need you to take someone out.
-Done.

*

Stop what you're doing!

We're making 150
ganache truffles

in the next 10 minutes.

Those aren't even
on the menu, dude.

*

I know some--no, all of you
don't want to be here tonight.

No shit.

You should.

Cooking is a privilege.

Tonight, I want you to
remember your first chop.

*

Your first reduction.

Tonight, I want
you to be heroes--

nay, gods.

Better than gods, chefs!

So bring me your butter,

bring me your
Valrhona chocolate,

and bring me your...

...heavy cream.

Fuck you, Elias,
fuck you, Elias.

I'm the king of
the microphones!

Okay, so that drunk ass
over there is Stu Camillo.

Can't make a speech
without one of these babies!

I need you to neutralize him.

Copy that.

Commencing Operation
Whale Documentary.

-Fuck you!

Hey.

Can I, uh,
buy you a drink?

Sure.

Geri.

Geri.

Geri!

*

-Geri.
-Your girlfriend's

very beautiful.

Girlfriend?

No, no, no, it's
nothing like that,

she's not my girlfriend,
okay, she's someone

that I work with, okay?

It's more like a
partnership than anything.

There's nothing
romantic at all.

Dude, I just saw you
holding her hand.

Yeah, but that's not
what it looks like.

Okay, that woman in there?

She's used me.

She's endangered my life
and to be honest,

I don't even think she
likes me as a person.

With any luck, she's
going to be gone soon.

Like, really really
far away forever.

Josh, I don't really know you

and you definitely
don't know me, so...

just let's not, okay?

*

Divine.

You know this needs to chill
for five hours, right?

Leave that to me, Damian.

*

*

Don't stop stirring!

I want a texture
of pure velvet!

*

Lurking outside of a
bathroom is not a good look.

I do know you.

Okay, look, I know
that you always cut

the plastic soda
rings that you have

so that way,
the fish don't choke.

Which is so thoughtful.

And I also know that
you're really funny,

because you always
make those doodles

of possums probing scientists.

Are you looking
through my trash?

Yes.

No.

Sort of.

But I've learned things.

Like, you're really caring.

You know, like, you write
thank-you notes by hand.

No one does that.

And you're super,
super creative.

You take the most boring
everyday sandwich wrapper

and you make it into
an origami masterpiece.

I keep all of them.

Like the crane,
the dragon boat.

I'm going to go
ahead and stop you.

You're walking a razor's edge
between creepy and romantic.

*

Which...which way am I leaning?

*

Stop looking through my trash.

-Deal.
-Okay.

Yeah.

*

Oh my God.

I can't miss that toast,
I can't miss that toast!

You can't miss the toast?

No, I can't!

Uh, I'm sorry, I have to--

I've got to go.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Uh, I didn't think I'd be
making this speech tonight.

You shouldn't!

Ladies and gentlemen,
my--my wife, Marigold.

*

The sun is not setting
on Kronish Labs.

Where are the balls?

There's still work to be done.

The people who milked
possums yesterday

will be milking
possums tomorrow.

You're a hard man
to find, Mr. Futterman.

Or should I call you
Mr. Pastman, hm?

*

If this arctic
pulse ray doesn't work,

we're all going to die.

Shut up.

You desire me.

Yeah.

And your desire for
me makes you weak.

*

So weak.

The real value
of this company

is not in its stock price

but in its employees.

And I've been inspired
by someone who has courage

and speaks the truth

and is as kind and thoughtful

as anyone that I've ever met.

I didn't shoot any
fucking meth dealers!

All right, I'm 23 years old.

How could I have possibly
killed your partner

the night of the moon landing?

I never said "night
of the moon landing."

I want you to lick
every drop of chocolate

off your hands
while I watch.

*

So let us one and all

raise a ball.

Next year, Kronish Labs
will go down in herpstory!

And...

Mm, yes, isn't that good?

Make you want to stand
up and slap somebody.

Can't get enough of
those balls, huh?

Mm, mm!

*

All right.

What do you want
me to lick next?

Uh-oh.

-You're going to need this.
-Hey, my coat!

*

So good.

I earned it.

Mm, damn.

Vengeance isn't the only
thing that tastes sweet.

Oh, vengeance isn't
sitting so well.

Uh, Detective, I'm really
sorry about all this,

and I'm sorry
about your partner

and his pregnant wife!

Belly swollen with child!

* Come on, it's lovely weather

for a sleigh ride
together with you *

* Outside the snow is falling
and friends are calling *

I'm Icarus!

Kenneth, from Payroll!

Jim and Donna, from HR?

*

Cane block!

*

Candle block!

*

Brain freeze!

*

Clear!

*

Cunt punt!

*

Table throw!

*

You're doing a great
job, keep it up!

Fuck you!

*

Oh, God!

Wrist bite!

Paring knife!

Clear.

Keep that one alive.

*

Kronish!

*

You're coming with us.

Fuck you, resistant scum!

*

Son of a perf cock!

He landed right on
that lower-case T.

We're out of Biotics.

Guys, there's one
more down here!

*

No, please tell me
you shat your dress.

*

No, no, no, no, no!

*

*

Shit, this is nuts.

*

Bye-bye, brain bomb.

*

*

*

She's going to detonate!

*

Finally found a use
for those things.

*

She's alive, but
we got a problem.

-Not yet.

Didn't get a clean hit.

Bomb's delayed,
not deactivated.

-Cool move, though.

28 minutes.

*

I really thought she liked me.

*

*

*

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