All language subtitles for FlashForward.S01E04.720p.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

[Wedeck reading]

[Mark] In my flash-forward,
I was investigating what caused all this.

I seemed to have an idea
why all of this was happening.

We know you were planning an attack, huh?

-Tell me what happened!
-We didn't do this.

You were still planning
on killing 1,000 of people.

I think God did this

to punish us.

I'm a little at sea in dealing
with Dylan's condition. He's autistic.

This man means nothing to me.

I'm not gonna cheat on you.

On March 15th, 2010,

you are going to be murdered.

["It's Oh So Quiet" playing]

♪ Shh ♪

♪ Shh ♪

♪ It's oh so quiet ♪

♪ Shh ♪

♪ Shh ♪

♪ It's oh so still ♪

♪ Shh ♪

♪ Shh ♪

♪ You're all alone ♪

♪ Shh, shh ♪

♪ And so peaceful until ♪

♪ You fall in love ♪

♪ Zing, boom ♪

♪ The sky up above ♪

♪ Zing, boom ♪

♪ Is caving in ♪

♪ Wow! Bam! ♪

♪ You've never been so nuts about a guy ♪

♪ You wanna laugh, you wanna cry ♪

♪ You cross your heart and hope to die ♪

♪ Till it's over ♪

♪ And then ♪

♪ Shh, shh ♪

♪ It's nice and quiet ♪

♪ Shh, shh ♪

♪ But soon again ♪

♪ Starts another big riot ♪

[gasps, coughs]

[shouting in Italian]

It's okay. It's okay.
You're gonna be just fine, okay?

[continues shouting]

What we're gonna do is on one, two, three,

you're gonna take
a big breath with me, okay?

-One, two, three.
-[inhaling deeply]

[man] I wish I could've saved more people.

I reached the surface,

did the Australian crawl to the shore,

and then I walked home.

Oh, and then I, you know,

realized that the whole world
had blacked out.

That was two weeks ago.

This is the first time
you've seen a doctor?

Yeah, didn't need one till now.

Okay. Well, Mr. Ned, I--

You can call me "Edward."

Edward.

Wait, you know, call me "Ned."
My friends call me Ned.

Ned Ned?

Yes, yes.

Uh, how did you stay so calm?

I don't know.

I just was.

It says here that triage gave
you morphine for your pain.

-Does that mean--
-Let me tell ya.

They should call that stuff "Mor-fine"

'cause that's how I'm feeling
for the first time since the crash.

[laughs]

Well, why didn't you come in sooner?

It didn't start off so bad.

You know, I thought I'd maybe
just bruised my spleen or somethin'.

Okay, Mr. Ned.

Um, Ned. Whatever.

Uh, I think with your low blood count
and your pain,

we should keep you in for observation
and a CT scan. All right?

It's all gravy, Dr. Benford.

Truly.

Okay, good.

Now after the blackout,
do you remember what--

Your flash-forward, what did you see?

Not where I was goin'.

You really wanna know?

I was rocking leather pants.

I've never rocked leather pants.

["Atomic dog" Playing]

♪ Atomic dog... ♪

It's always been one of
my top three fears,

along with clowns and escalators.

But there I was, rocking out at this bar

that I've always wanted to go to
but I've never gone to

because I thought I'd be
too nervous that I'd be...

well, too nervous. [chuckles]

But it wasn't that way.

I was happy.

I was at peace.

Oh, and I was Black.

Wait, you were... Black?

-In six months?
-Yeah.

Like Oprah.

You know, African-American. Black.

Okay.

Okay, Mr. Ned.

[Olivia] Well, okay.

We'll see you later, Mr. Ned.

Okay. Yeah.

So they're your parents,

so I think you should be the one
to tell them that we moved up the wedding.

Uh-huh.

Though I'm sure a free to trip to Hawaii
still won't make up for the fact that

I'm not Korean.

Right.

Okay, where have you been
for the last 20 minutes?

I'm fine.

It's just work stuff. Work stuff.

I've been trying to trace a call from, uh,

an informant.

-Is everything okay?
-Yeah, I'm here. Okay.

Well, speaking of work,

can I ask you something work-related?

Are you guys Gitmo-ing a suspect downtown?

No.

Some blonde,
arrested the day of the blackout.

-Bin Laden in Prada?
-[camera shutter clicks]

[chuckles]
I can't confirm or deny this, Zo.

I think you just did, sweetie.

-[laughs] Wow.
-[laughs]

Look, professionally,

if the Bureau's violating
someone's due process,

that's uncool.

But personally,

if that woman has anything
to do with the blackout,

I really hope you get all
Dick Cheney on her ass

to find out what she knows.

[Mark] Ladies and gentlemen...

-[clears throat]
-[giggles]

[imitates British accent]
As Eggbert,

I would like to egg-express my desire

for you to eat oatmeal this morning.

[laughs] You're silly, Daddy.

[normal voice] Silly?
Can I get a "cluck cluck"?

Cluck cluck!

[giggles]

Cluck cluck.

[imitates British accent]
Thank you muchly.

-I believe you know my mum.
-[clears throat]

-[egg cracks]
-Oh!

-[Olivia] Oh.
-Aw, Eggbert!

Wow, you really are the Shakespeare
of cheesy dad humor.

[normal voice]
Ah, you could play, too. You could be...

[imitates French accent]
Ze French toast.

Ze toast of love.

[laughs]

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Hey, Mommy.
-Hi, sweetie.

So guess who's picking you up
from school this morning?

Nicole?

That's right. Nicole.

She missed you.
She's ready to start babysitting again.

-Yay!
-Yeah, Nicole is coming back.

Yeah, Nicole is coming back.

Thanks for breakfast.

First time in a while I've been out acting
like a normal person.

I know what you mean.

You want an ice cream or something?

Where was that place Tracy used
to take you when you were little?

They turned it into a Giant Juice
when I was a freshman.

Hmm.

She spent all the money she made
babysitting you buying you milkshakes.

I should get going.

It's my first day back at the Benfords',
so I don't want to be late.

Mark told me you went AWOL.

I'm sorry, Aaron.

You got me that job with them,
and I totally screwed it up.

If that were true, they wouldn't
have asked you to come back.

You know, Nicole, you're not alone.
Everyone's freaked out by this.

But I think we have
to surrender to a Higher Power

and have faith that whatever we saw,
we saw for a reason,

-[coins dropping]
-So Make Cowbell Lady NPO.

We'll take her to the OR
if she spikes again.

-Yeah.
-And, uh,

what happened to the scan we've--

Oh, come on.

Come on!

Ugh!

What did the scan show
on our bus crash guy?

-Yeah. Ned?
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, I can't stop thinking about that guy.

I mean, how does somebody possibly go
from being Caucasian to African-American?

I mean, if that's the vision
that he saw in his future, then I guess--

Ugh. Bryce, I need you in the present.
Here, now.

-Yeah.
-You know, patient care,

doctoring, CT scan.

Still don't have it.
ER's got a bunch of traumas.

They keep bumping Ned from the scanner.

So I ran into Dr. Flemming earlier.

-Who?
-Blythe Flemming the Psychiatrist

you're supposed to be following up
with every week?

Yeah, well, it's just, you know,
I've had my rounds and, um--

Come on. Less than a month ago,
you were standing on a pier with a gun.

I know how it sounds, but trust me,
things have changed.

If you wanna keep working here,

you need to follow up with psych
at twice a week. You got it?

-Yeah.
-[tray clanks]

-[Dylan screaming]
-Excuse me.

Oh! Bollocks.

Hey, honey.

Sorry.

[Dylan whining and grunting]

You know what?
That Simcoe kid is off O-2 now.

I wanna transfer him to physical therapy.

Yeah, but he's on IV antibiotics.

[sighs]

Just as soon as you can, okay?

-Yeah.
-And I need that scan of Ned's,

so wheel him to the scanner
yourself if you have to.

Okay.

[Wedeck] You wanna go to Somalia now?

Last week, you talked me
into flying you to Germany

-because of an index card.
-And it paid off.

Mm-hmm. you found out some crows
died in Somalia 18 years ago.

You know, your definition of "paid off"
is a little different than mine.

If a blackout had happened before,

that'd be major.

I agree, which kind of makes you wonder
why we haven't heard about it before.

-Evidence, Stan. There is evidence.
-Last I checked,

all you've got is a footnote
in a CDC funding request.

I have been working with Mark
on trying to get satellite photos

-of the region from '91 out of Langley.
-Mm-hmm.

But they've been giving us
the runaround, so--

Maybe the CIA's
just a little busy these days

to dig through satellite Intel
from last decade.

Guys, I get it.

Germany didn't exactly work out,

and you're trying to stretch
a single into a triple.

I get it.

But going to war with the CIA

is not the way to do it.

Hey, Al, remember that hacker we busted?

You know, the one who broke
into the DOD's network,

trying to take our overseas drones
for a joyride?

Mr. Cheeto Dust?

Yeah, that's him.

Don't you think he'd find
Langley's mainframe

a delightful challenge?

Yeah, he'd find it delightful.
It's illegal.

Whoa. Spying on your own country?

That's more than some procedural Jujitsu.
You're talking about a Federal offense.

Yeah. You're right.

Where's Demetri?

Uh, he brought that hot blonde terrorist
over from holding.

-He's questioning her now.
-Why?

-I don't know. 'Cause she's hot?
-[elevator bell dings]

[women scoffs]
I'll repeat what I've said many times.

My name is Alda Hertzog,
and I'm an honest business person.

Yeah, we caught you doing business
on the day of the blackout. Remember?

With known terrorists,
selling them weaponized nuclear material.

Then charge me with a crime.

You can't hold me here indefinitely.

You're right.

You should call your embassy and complain.

Which embassy is that, by the way?

We wanna know 'cause, uh,

we wanna get you the right phone card.

I'm truly flattered
that you still feel the need

to talk to me after all that's happened.

But I've done nothing wrong.

It's my associates who you want.

Honey, your associates died
on the day of the blackout.

They were super dead.

So you wanna give me somebody else?

Customer Choice Restaurant Group.

It's in Indio.

Town comes up a bunch of times
in wiretaps,

but we never found out the significance.

Customer Choice Restaurant Group.

That's all I have for you today.

You're running out of time for this
to continue being a civil conversation.

Really, Agent Noh?

Here I thought you were
the one running out of time.

What did you say?

You really should get out there
before it's too late.

[Mark] I'm not getting this.

Instead of following up
on the Somalia lead,

-You wanna reopen the dirty bomb case?
-We never closed it.

And Somalia is not a lead.
It's an urban myth at best.

Meanwhile, back on planet Earth,
we have a material witness--

In a weapons deal.

That broke on the day of the blackout.

Okay, so maybe it's not as sexy

as dead poultry in Africa,

but you gotta admit the timing's
a little hinky here, Mark.

-It's a coincidence!
-So what if it is?

It is a legit lead
on a terrorism investigation,

which is kind of what we do around here.

Agreed.

Send me a postcard from Indio.

Okay.

What the hell's the matter with you?

I just want to be an FBI agent today.
All right?

Life is short.

Thank you for putting up with me.

Hi, Mr. Simcoe.

I'm afraid I'm the annoying parent

who always wants a 1,000 details.

I'd like to apologize for that.

I can tell it makes you uncomfortable.

No, it doesn't.

Doesn't make me uncomfortable at all.

I'm sorry about the little
outburst this morning.

The tantrum in the hallway, the...

unidentified flying meal tray.

-It's his Autism.
-Mm-hmm.

I really don't know what to say
to him when he's like that.

Oh, sometimes you can't say anything.

You just have to be there.
Thanks.

Thank you.

Yeah, unfortunately, I haven't
really been there since our separation.

Uh... you know, work picked up and, um...

Well, I barely know him.

Well, you're here now.
It's what counts.

A good night's sleep might help.

Yeah, well, despite the luxury

of two rigid plastic chairs
in Dylan's room,

the Sandman has proven a bit elusive.

Well, you shouldn't be sleeping
in his room every night.

Well, actually,

the police brought me the keys
to his mother's house.

I just can't bring myself
to go there for some reason.

Well, you should try.
Maybe being in Dylan's room,

around his things...

it might give you some sense of who he is.

Too much time in the hospital
is not good for anyone, Mr. Simcoe.

You hang in there.

Hey, Dr. B.,

I got that scan that you wanted.

I was just gonna grab a veggie dog
while it prints out.

Transfer Dylan Simcoe to physical therapy.

But I thought you wanted him to--

PT can handle the antibiotics.
Just transfer him.

Okay.

[man] I don't understand
what all this is about.

Welcome to my world.

This restaurant came up
in a confidential investigation.

We need the names and addresses
of every employee.

The list, please. Thank you.

Burgers and waffle fries.
That's all we do.

Well, for now at least.

We're going to be adding frozen yogurt
in, you know, the future.

So this place is owned
by Customer Choice Restaurant Group?

Uh, this place is
Customer Choice Restaurant Group.

Uh, we're not quite a group yet.

Would you give me
and Agent Noh a moment, please?

Sure. Yeah.

Uh, somebody get some burgers
for these FBI guys, please!

Wow, I can't believe I didn't
want to come here today.

I mean, the Intel,

-they're adding frozen yogurt!
-Mark.

[loud clatter]

Freeze!

FBI!

Ah! Ah!

[horn honks, tires screech]

Freeze!

Ah!

[grunts]

[trumpet playing in distance]

-Go left. Go left.
-Gotcha. Go.

[woman screams]

[barking and snarling]

[both grunt]

-Come on, come on!
-All right!

[Demetri] You got him!

[shouting]

Shut up, man!

-Why you running, man?
-[Mark] Get up.

Get up!

I thought we were
just coming in for a burger.

On your knees!

Get on your knees!

[Russian accent]
I heard what you're being.

FBI can be biting my ass!

Oh! Hello!

Yellowcake uranium, Mark.

Black market nuclear material.

[pants]

Or do you think we should leave it here,

go back to your office
and stare at your bulletin board?

You don't be wanting this, yo.

Hey!

Yellowcake.

[case thuds]

It's the type of strain,
the type of weed he's slingin'!

It's the sickest strain 'round, yo.

In my flash-forward,
I'm driving pimping ride.

Nineteen inch rims, yo.

I must be going to be Scarface of pot.

You can't be fighting fate, yo.

-Shut up!
-Ah! Ah!

Truth hurts, pig!

-Get off of me! Get off!
-What are you doing?!

-I was sick of his mouth!
-I'm talking about today!

I'm talking about you!

Racin' around,
looking for someone to shoot!

Just drop your personal crap
and do your job!

Hey, I'm doing something!
I'm not sitting on my ass,

waiting for clues to appear
to me in my dreams!

Oh, give it rest.
This isn't about what I saw.

It's about what you didn't!

[grunts]

[panting]

March 15th.

Three shots to the chest.

I'm not just gonna die.
I'm gonna be murdered.

How'd you find out?

Anonymous call.

The woman said she read it
in an intelligence briefing.

That's all she gave me.

Mark, I'm sorry I didn't tell you,

but I thought maybe

I could find who's gonna kill me
or get a lead on them.

I don't know.

Why would you think
there's anything out here?

Alda said I was running out of time.

That was it?

Yeah.

Dem, Alda's a pro.

She knows you're vulnerable,
and she pulled a number on you.

All I can hear is the clock ticking.

Every day.

What am I supposed to do?

Somehow...

you get past the fear

and you fight.

-How?
-You know what I saw.

I'm in my office,
staring at the Mosaic board,

and men are coming in to kill me.

You and I are partners.
If they're coming to kill me,

they're probably after you, too,
or gonna be.

It's the future, Mark.

W-why do you think you can stop it?

Because we saw it.

We can use what we saw

to stop what we saw.

Demetri, we can solve your murder

before it happens.

That's why I wanna put everything
we have on Mosaic.

For you. For me. For everybody.

Now can we get out of here?

Yeah, we can.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, Mr. Simcoe.

Stepping out for a bit?

Just, uh, following some advice.

Oh.

I think you left this in Dylan's room.

Oh, uh... thanks.

-She's beautiful.
-Yeah.

Your girlfriend?

Um, we haven't actually met.

Coming up soon,
a Glendale postal worker

uses the Mosaic web site
to meet the police officer he believes

is going to save his life
in the coming months.

You won't wanna miss this.
But first...

Ah, it's incredible, isn't it?

A temporal anomaly
in global consciousness.

Yeah, I think that qualifies.

So what'd you see?

Oh, I guess this is the new
"How's the weather," isn't it?

All right, then.

Why not? Um...

I was in a house... not my own house.

I got a call from someone.

I don't know who it was,
but it was urgent.

Dylan was nearby, maybe in another room.

I heard a woman's voice...

[Olivia] Hey, honey.

I turned towards it...

and it was over.

Um, I never saw her face.

But I knew that we were together.

That she was important to me somehow.

I know exactly what you mean.

Thank you.

Um, excuse me one second. I'm sorry.

Dr. Benford!

Dr. B. Dr. B.!

Ned's CT.

Oh, great.

Whoa. Big hematoma.

Blood's been gathering around
the liver since the bus crash.

Ned's lucky he showed up here in time.

Well, no, it's not luck.

It's... I mean,
he was alive in his vision.

So clearly he made it to the hospital--

Oh, God. enough about
the visions, Dr. Varley.

No, Dr. Benford, it's relevant data.

It's not data.

It's not data any more than
the dream I had last night.

Look, I don't understand

how you can ignore something that

even the most skeptical people
in the world think might be real.

I'm not ignoring the flash-forwards.

I'm just not bringing them
into the practice of medicine.

Now consent Mr. Ned for surgery
and meet me in the OR.

Oh, with any surgery,
there's a risk of infection,

blood loss, drug allergy

and even death, Ned.

It's all gravy.

You know, it's okay if you've got
questions or if you're worried.

-Uh, this is a major surgery.
-I get it.

You're telling me I need
some sort of drug allergy-death surgery.

I'm totally cool with it.

I mean, I know it sounds weird, but...

some kind of change is happening.

I mean, I don't feel nervous or afraid,

of like, anything.

I mean, all that worrying all the time,

it's just, like, kept me from being

the me I'm supposed to be.

Six months from now, I see myself,

and I'm, like, this invincible,
fearless Black guy,

like Shaft or Bryant Gumbel.

And knowing that...

it's already changed me.

[bell tolling]

[man] Hello?

Oh.

Yes. Yes, Rabbi Hirscholtz.

Oh, 15 in the last two weeks.

Four, uh, on Sunday, actually.

I didn't leave the cemetery
until after sundown.

Bye.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry about everything.

I've been so busy with everything.

So how can I help you?

I, um...

[crickets chirping]

Oh, I'm sor-- [laughs]

I keep crickets.

Oh, I really,

really like the way they sound.

So, Paige, you were saying?

Paige is my sister.

-I'm Nicole.
-Oh.

I only come on Christmas

and sometimes on Easter.

But that's gonna change.

I, um, I wanna help out.

I wanna start doing some volunteer work,

in the morning before I have work and--

That's great.

Uh, but as far as volunteer work goes,
we are full up.

See, in a crisis like this, people--
They really wanna...

well, people need to help.

Uh, why don't you tell me
what this is all about?

How do I atone for something
I haven't done yet?

Uh...

In my flash-forward,

I felt like I was being... punished.

Do you think...

Do you think God made this happen?

You know, it's really hard to believe that

there's not a divine hand
involved somehow.

Tell you what.

This right here

is Audrey Ridgeway's phone number.

She is the volunteer coordinator.

I hope she can help.

Here's a t-shirt.

Bye.

[door opens, closes]

[typing]

-Where's Ned?
-OR took him.

-When?
-Ten, 15 minutes ago. What's wrong?

Call the OR we're about
to kill our patient.

[monitor beeping steadily]

we can't operate.

I couldn't figure it out.

I couldn't make sense of it.
But now I've got it.

Ned has Addison's disease.

Surgery could kill him.

In the bus crash, he was calm

in the face of an insane disaster.

And again today,
he spoke about his flash-forward.

-Oh, Bryce, please.
-And again he mentioned that

he was weirdly calm and Black.

You better scrub
if you want in on this case.

If he's got Addison's,

then his body is making melanin
compounds instead of adrenaline.

That's why his skin is going to get dark.

Yeah. I know what Addison's disease is.

And without adrenaline, his body
can't mount a proper stress response.

That's why he's so serene
in the face of this surgery.

Oh, Bryce! Stop!

And without the stress hormones,

his body will be unable
to adapt to surgery.

-No, without surgery he'll die.
-His blood pressure will tank

and he'll die. Listen...

you're not listening to me.

In his vision, he saw--

Enough about visions!

He needs hydrocortisone.

No, I'm not administering
a potentially harmful drug

because a patient had a freaky dream.

These aren't dreams.

Look, I don't know what you saw,
and I don't care.

But it is affecting
your professional judgment,

-and it needs to stop.
-How about your professional judgment?

-Excuse me?
-Come on, Dr. Benford.

-You know why you don't want to believe...
-Oh, you don't want to do this, Bryce.

In your flash-forward.
You said it yourself.

You saw the end of your marriage.

Oh, you are so out of line, Doctor.

And you sticking your head in the sand
is gonna end up killing our patient.

No. You know what's gonna
kill our patient?

Wasting any more time arguing

because he's lying on
that table continuing to bleed.

Now that's not from a magic 8 ball
or a Ouija board

or some kind of vision.

Right here, right now, that's real.

Don't bother scrubbing in.

["Look What You've Done To Me" playing]

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Look what you've done to me ♪

♪ I'm ♪

♪ In pieces around your feet ♪

♪ And no ♪

♪ Don't take back what you said ♪

♪ She ♪

♪ She's on an airplane ♪

♪ While I yeah ♪

♪ I just learned how to stay ♪

♪ Yeah, it's all very well ♪

♪ It's all very well ♪

♪ But is it love? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Look what you've done to me ♪♪

[monitor beeping steadily,
instruments clatter]

[Olivia]
Retract the duct a little more laterally.

Suction.

[man] Anyone make it
to Grand rounds today?

This guy from Yale

says he can enhance memory
of the flash-forwards

-using a Calcineurin Antagonist.
-Yeah, I was there.

Pretty cool.

-Yeah.
-Irrigation, please.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[man] BP'ds78 over 54.

Stay clear of the hepatic artery.

Eight hundred CCs out.

-Guys, Systolic's in freefall.
-Must be another bleeder somewhere.

[Olivia] Or some kind of fluid shift.
Get another unit on the rapid infuser.

-[man] Tributary's Ligated.
-[Olivisa] Run of six.

-Hundred of Lido right away.
-[monitor emitting continuous tone]

-He's in V-Tac. No pulse.
-Damn it.

Code cart and a mig of Epi.
Let's go! Let's go!

-[man] Lido's in.
-Where's the cart? Where's the cart?!

[monitor emitting continuous tone]

[woman] You're charged for 360.

-[Olivia] Clear.
-[paddles thunk]

[monitor emitting continuous tone]

No change.

Going again. Clear.

[monitor emitting continuous tone]

-[man] Fourth epi's in.
-[Olivia] Chase it with Lido.

-He's had five rounds.
-Amiodarone then.

This makes no sense.
This makes no sense at all.

Hundred migs of hydrocortisone.
IV push.

It's adrenal crisis.
He's got Addison's disease.

What? Nobody bothered to tell me this?

-He hasn't been diagnosed yet.
-Addison's would explain

the lack of response
to fluids and Pressors.

-Exactly. Hold compressions.
-Holding.

[monitor emitting continuous tone]

[beeping steadily]

Normal sinus. Good Carotid.

Nice catch, Dr. Benford.

Let's close him up.

What do you know about Agent Noh's murder?

His murder?

[laughs]

Something funny about that?

Just that I knew he didn't
have a flash-forward.

I had no idea he was gonna be murdered...

till now.

Then how did you know
he didn't see anything?

Because your partner posted it
on the internet,

because everyone in this office knows.

Any particular reason why
you felt the need to waste the time

of the agents investigating the blackout?

In all likelihood,
nothing i tell you will be the truth.

So why persist in asking?

Asking questions is my job.

So let's start with a simple one.

What do you know about the blackout?

That's not a simple question.

All right.

You ever been to Somalia?

I can't say I've had the pleasure.

What about Detroit?

Utah?

You're wasting your energy
on what caused the blackout,

who's responsible.

You're ignoring the most
profound question of all...

Why?

Do you know what a Black Swan is?

It's a metaphor

used to describe a high-impact event...

something so rare it's beyond
the normal realm of human expectation.

It comes from the 17th Century
when scientists assumed

that all swans were white.

They were wrong.

Fascinating.

[speaking Farsi]

"There's a room.

A small boy enters with a candle."

What is this, a bedtime story?

It's a Sufi Parable.

The man in the room,
referring to the candle, asks,

"Tell me where this light comes from?"

And the boy blows out
the candle and replies,

"If you tell me where this light went,
I'll tell you where it comes from."

Cute.

Your partner is right about one thing...

I commune with some very dangerous people.

I'm friends with those willing
to Don suicide vests

in the name of Ideology.

I know when a man is willing
to sacrifice anything for his cause,

and you're not that kind of man,
Agent Benford.

Even if you were to start
asking the right questions,

you're not willing to do
what it takes to get the answers.

You're that little boy, Agent Benford...

alone in the dark.

[indistinct conversation]

[typing]

[Mark] Hey, Al.

Hey, man.

Remember that hacker?

Mr. Cheeto Dust?

Give him a call.

You sure?

Is Somalia really that important?

Yeah.

It's time we got out of the dark.

Addison's disease?

Who's Addison?

Well, he was the guy
who discovered the condition.

It's a hormonal imbalance
that makes surgery very dangerous.

But, uh, luckily,
Dr. Benford realized it in time

and gave you the medication
that saved your life.

Wow.

Thanks, Dr. Varley.

-Hey, we should thank you.
-[pager beeps]

Your flash-forwards helped us
piece it together.

If you hadn't told us what you saw,

you might have died on the table.

It's pretty cool.

I wasn't afraid,
because I didn't need to be afraid.

The future saved me.

Uh, Ned's CRIT is stable.

-Look, about earlier--
-Yeah.

I was completely out of line.

Yeah.

But you were also right.

I just didn't want to see
what was going on with Ned

'cause of what's going on with me, so...

Look, I get it.

It's what's happening with me.
That's what made me believe him.

Mm-hmm.

Bryce, I haven't pushed you

'cause you didn't want
to talk about the...

Me standing on the pier
with a gun to my head?

I just want you to know that I'm here
if you want to talk.

Thanks, Dr. B., but, uh,

I'm gonna be all right.

You really think you're just okay now?

I know I am.

The future saved me.

-Oh, uh, Dr. Benford?
-Hey.

I need you to sign the discharge
on the rollerblade guy

-so I can roll him on out of here.
-Sure.

Oh, and Dylan Simcoe's
white count spiked to 19.

Here's his CVC.

He was transferred to physical therapy.
Can you give it to his attending?

The Chief transferred him back.

What?

PT's said they couldn't handle
the antibiotics,

so the Chief put him back on your service.

Are you okay, Dr. Benford?

Yeah. Fine.

Hey, Nicole.

Uh, Charlie's just upstairs
changing into her PJ's.

All right.

Um, we did some finger painting,

and she's all done with her homework,

and, uh, we kicked around
a soccer ball, too.

Oh, and she had ants on a log for a snack.

And how are you doing?

I feel bad for disappearing on you.

Eh, everybody disappeared for a while.

Some people aren't even back yet.

I guess I'm just trying to figure out
why you guys didn't fire me.

Nicole, you're part of the family.

Hey, what's the matter?
You want to talk about what happened?

You can, you know.

I saw someone drowning me.

What?

I saw someone drowning me...

in my flash-forward.

I saw someone drowning me,

and I don't understand,

but I felt like I deserved
what was happening,

like I had done something wrong,
and there's no other way out.

I saw the man's face who was doing it.

He pushed me back down, and...

and then I was just gone.

[voice breaking] What did I do that
I think I deserved getting killed?

You don't know exactly what you saw
or even how you felt.

What kind of person doesn't care
they're being murdered?

Nicole, I've known you a long time.

You didn't do anything wrong,
and you won't.

Tomorrow I'm gonna have
a detective friend of mine

from the LAPD come talk to you.

We're not gonna let anything bad happen.

I want to do whatever I have to,

to make sure you're safe.

All right?

That person you think you saw,

that person you're worried you might be,
that's not you.

Do you think you could try
to believe that?

Yeah. I can try.

Good.

-[Charlie] Hey, Daddy.
-Hey!

Come here, you. Oh!

-Moons Over Miami. You in?
-I'm in.

All right. Let's get started.

Are you staying?

-Um, you know what? I have to go.
-She's staying.

Breakfast for dinner?

Can't beat that.

Come on. Please?

Sounds great.

-Get cracking the eggs, Professor.
-Okay.

-Can I have a bowl, please?
-One bowl coming right up.

-Okay.
-Here.

-[laughs] That's silly.
-Here we go. Okay.

[chuckles]

Gamanta, McGillicutty...

-Frog leg!
-[gasps]

Do you want the coin back?

-Yeah!
-Say the magic words then.

-[Debbie] See you tomorrow, Dr. Benford.
-Good night, Deb.

Gamanta, McGillicutty,

frog leg.

-[gasps]
-There you go.

[Dylan] Do it again! Just once more!

I think my junior magician has to get
his strength up before the next trick.

How about some dinner?

Okay, Dad.

I'll be right back.

Uh, you're the, um,
the Eye of Newt soup, right?

[groans]

All right. Chicken it is.

[cell phone rings]

[continues ringing]

-Yeah?
-[man] We need to talk.

Yeah, well, I can't right now.

Well, I'm truly sorry about that, Lloyd,

but talking to me is just one
of those little inconveniences

you're going to have to put up with

now that we're responsible for
the single greatest disaster

in human history.

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