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[Wedeck reading]

Priority number one.
Finding out what caused this.

Priority number two.

Is figuring out whether or not
it'll happen again.

Our experiment killed 20 million people.

We have to go public and tell the world
that we caused the blackout.

D. Gibbons was on the phone
with somebody else during the blackout.

[man] "He who foresees calamities suffers
them twice over."

D. Gibbons escaped.
We got a cell phone and White Queen.

[Demetri] I love you, Zoey,
even if my parents don't.

I didn't have a flash-forward
because I'm gonna be dead.

I know what I saw.

The beach, our wedding.
I know you were there.

You said you didn't want
to give up hope. Then don't.

Our wiretapping program intercepted
a phone call to a Bureau cell phone.

On March 15th, 2010,

you are going to be murdered.

You're not going to Hong Kong.
End of story.

We're goin'.

-Wedeck's gonna be pissed.
-He'll get over it.

I'm here to warn you tonight

that there is yet a chance

and a hope of you escaping from my fate.

A chance and hope
of my procuring, Ebenezer,

your freedom in the Afterlife.

Tonight,

you will be haunted by three spirits.

Oh. Is that the chance
and hope you mentioned?

It is.

Without their visits,

you cannot hope to shun the path I tread.

Expect the first tomorrow

when the bell tolls 1:00.

[bell tolls once]

-Expect the second on the next night...
-[chains rattle]

-[bell tolls twice]
-At the same hour.

Expect the third on the next night

when the last stroke of 12:00...

-[bell tolls]
-Ceases to vibrate.

[cell phone ringing]

Do you really think we can find
the woman who called me?

Linguistics pegged your caller as Iranian,

specifically from Tehran.

London-educated.

How many Western Persian-speaking woman
with that kind of accent

could there be in Hong Kong?

We're gonna find her, Dem.
We're going all the way.

Come on.

[cell phone rings]

[man] You really should answer your cell.

It's your boss calling.

Marshall Vogel,

FBI Legats office, Hong Kong.

Did you really think you were
just gonna stroll into town

without immigration flagging your arrival?

Mark Benford. This is--

Agent Demetri Fordis Noh.

Badge number 4587.

Born February 17th, 1977.

Potentially murdered

March 15th, 2010.

Gentlemen, I know all about
Agent Noh's mystery woman

and I know why you're looking for her.

But this is a sovereign territory
of Communist China,

a country that ours believes
was responsible for the blackout.

So you're here to offer your help
is what you're saying.

"Go home" is what I'm saying.

If you catch the first flight back,

your jobs might actually
still be there waiting for you.

Unless you're willing to arrest us,
I think we'll take our chances.

[cell phone rings]

Hi, cupcake.

[Wedeck] What part of
"Stay the hell out of Hong Kong"

did you two idiots not understand?!

Stan, Al Gough did a half gainer off
the building you're currently standing in

to prove to us the future can be changed.

You two are disobeying a direct order!

By the way, I lied to Demetri.

I told him you changed your mind
about us coming out here.

Merry Christmas.

[grunts]

Why'd you tell him you lied to me?

Because if things go south,

you're definitely gonna need
to keep carrying a gun.

[reporter] That's right, Terry,
we're live here in Palo Alto

where sources are claiming
a major announcement will be made

concerning the causes
of the global blackout.

Thank you for attending
this press conference.

My name is Gordon Myhill.

I am the Director of the
National Linear Accelerator Project.

Today we have some important information

concerning the events of October 6th
that we feel needs to be shared...

You know they're gonna crucify us.

What's a little martyrdom between friends?

Just make sure you stick to the
talking points we discussed with Myhill.

The last thing we need
is your guilty conscience

dragging us down any further.

What the hell does that mean?

You feel guilty because
your wife died in the blackout. I get it.

Now you have to take care
of your son. Boo-hoo.

I'm not gonna let you drag me down
into your spiral of shame

just because you're playing
Mr. Mom. Understood?

I'd Like to introduce you
to our Associate Directors

of the Plasma-Wakefield Program,

Dr. Lloyd Simcoe and Dr. Simon Campos.

Uh, good morning.

My name is Lloyd Simcoe.

As Dr. Myhill indicated,

our specialty is Proton-Driven
Plasma Wakefield Acceleration.

What we're trying to do at this facility

is to reproduce the
kind of energy levels that existed

just after the Big Bang,
but on a much more controllable scale.

We were conducting just such
an experiment here on...

October the 6th,

at precisely 1100 hours
Pacific daylight time.

[audience shouting a same time]

No, no, please. Please.

Could you just wait for a moment, please?

I will take questions in a minute.

Please, I just need to get
to the heart of the matter.

Uh, we are here today...

because we believe
that the global blackout

was precipitated

by our experiment.

-[man] How can that be?
-No, no, please. Please.

-[man] Are you sure?
-If you just give me a moment,

I will take questions in a minute.
Please.

[man] Why didn't you
come forward before this?!

[all shouting at once]

So are you taking responsibility

for all the deaths and damage
caused by the blackout?

[camera shutters clicking]

Uh, we admit that our experiment

does seem the most likely cause, yes.

But we contend that
there was no way to predict

anything like this happening whatsoever.

This was utterly unforeseeable.

Scientists conduct experiments
all the time.

We cannot stop conducting experiments

because we are not 100% sure
of the results.

If this guy caused the blackout,
what's that mean for Mosaic?

This game over?

Maybe Simcoe caused the blackout.

Maybe he didn't.

Game's not over.

All the work that we've--

NLAP will be releasing
an official statement

-regarding this event including...
-[all shouting indistinctly]

We'll now be concluding...

[speaks indistinctly]

Please, believe me when I say

that our hearts go out to anyone
who was hurt

or who lost someone that they cared for.

My own wife was killed,

and I would give anything
to have her back.

Look, we understand people are scared

because they think
there's going to be another blackout,

but there won't be
because we were the cause,

and we assure you...

We assure you
that this could not happen again.

Because as of this moment,
all Plasma Wakefield experiments

are being put on hold indefinitely.

[shouting continues]

[screaming]

-[gunshot]
-You think you can just apologize?!

[man shouts indistinctly]

You killed my family!

[crying]

Idiot. Hey, we talked about
"having suspicions"

about our work
"contributing to a phenomena."

We needed to be more definitive.

There is no "we." You made that clear.

You lost all objectivity, Lloyd.

Yeah, and you're willingly ignoring
the obvious just to save your own skin.

Yeah, of course I am.
It's called the Scientific Method.

It's about collecting empirical evidence.

And until we can prove empirically
that we were the cause of this,

I'm not about to flush my life
down the toilet.

I do not think we were to blame for this.
You do.

And if you will not see
my line of reasoning,

it's all-out war between us.

[shouting continues in distance]

Whoa. What happened to your TV?

Those scientists

I want them in here yesterday.
I want to debrief them.

You and seven billion other people.

Both disappeared from NLAP within
ten minutes of their announcement.

Simon Campos is completely off our radar.

Lloyd Simcoe.
He had a ticket for a flight to DC.

that left San Francisco within an hour
of his little speech.

We just found out he wasn't on the plane.

Wait... Simcoe.

Oh, I knew I heard that name before.

How and why, Janis?

When I was in the hospital,
I overheard Olivia Benford

talking about Dylan Simcoe.

He was a patient that they were treating,

and according to this
he's Lloyd Simcoe's son.

Then you're going to Angeles Hospital

to wait for him to check on his boy.

We don't have any basis
for an arrest though, right?

Right. This is you.

One agent reaching out. That's it.

We need to know what he knows.

Okay.

Oh, hey, have you spoken
to Mark or Demetri?

Yeah.

That's what happened to the TV.

[woman] You've reached the Noh's.
Leave a message.

-[beep]
-Mrs. Noh, look, this is it.

Um, this will be the last time I ask you.

You're the parents of the man that I love.

I want you at our wedding.

In the future that I saw, you were there.

And if you say you'll go,
it makes it real.

I'm supposed to marry Demetri,

and I hope to God that this is the message
I'm supposed to send so that you go.

I love your son more than
anything in this world,

and... ma'am, he loves me.

Can you just please help us be together?

-You're early.
-Hey! Hey, well, you know,

I'm trying to make
senior partner one day, too.

-So...
-Are you going to the memorial tonight?

I know you didn't know Joyce well.

She was so friendly and, uh,

so kind to me, so, of course.

-I-I wouldn't miss it.
-I'll see you then.

Yes.

[Demetri] Okay, this is it.

Audio forensics gave us,

three mile radius before
the call was placed.

But there are a bunch of good reasons why
we might find Eartha right here.

[Mark] Eartha?

[Demetri] Well, she kind of sounds like
Eartha Kitt, don't you think?

-What?
-You know, the Batman TV show.

She played Catwoman. [laughs]

You're right.
She does sound like Eartha Kitt.

Yeah, a Persian,
well-educated Eartha Kitt.

Listen, there's only two newsstands

within a block of here
that sell Persian newspapers.

And this may be a stretch,

but there's a place around the corner
that sells Iranian cigarettes.

That voice... you know,

it's a pretty good bet she smokes.

What?

Madd o meh?

Mm-hmm. Farsi for "The tide and the mist."

Persian woman. Persian food.

Yahtzee.

-Tomorrow?
-Tomorrow.

[typing]

Ah, forget it.

What?

I've just never been surveilled before.

I'm not surveilling you.

It feels like I'm being surveilled.

Well, I could split if you just slide me
Lloyd Simcoe's phone number.

Okay.

And what do I do after I get fired?

Well, a girl's gotta try.

Dr. Benford said that
you came in while I was away.

-How'd it go?
-She says I'm doing good.

Not good enough to have a baby yet.

You wanna have a baby?

Well, I didn't,

but then the blackout happened,

and I saw myself getting a sonogram.

I was pregnant, and it was totally crazy.

It was like being in love or something.

I don't know.
Maybe I'll just listen to the universe

and throw the towel in on the whole thing.

Listen...

in your flash-forward,
you saw yourself pregnant.

So if you were really listening
to the universe,

you'd be trying to have that baby.

Do you know how far along you were?

The sonographer said four months.

Beginning of January.
If that's what you saw, that's--

When I'm supposed to get pregnant.

-You still wanna get pregnant?
-Yeah.

Then don't give up.

Hitler, Idi Amin, Suharto...

Simcoe and Campos killed more people

than all of those monsters combined.

-[telephone rings]
-There's a real good case to be made here

that these guys are the worst
mass murders in history.

Why aren't they in jail?

Wedeck.

He's...

And no one...

Yes.

So you're here to turn yourself in?

I'm not sure what we did
could be construed as a crime,

even if it were proven
we were responsible.

I do not believe we caused the blackout.

Well, you probably shouldn't have
stood up in front of a crowd of reporters

-and said you did.
-Not my choice.

Hmm.

Lloyd Simcoe tends
to let his emotions run rampant.

I don't.

Any idea who is responsible then?

No.

But I'm certain if you allowed me access
to your Mosaic investigation

I could divine the answer for you.

So you want to be deputized?

I've served on three panels with
the National Science Foundation.

I have security clearance--

You're confusing me
with someone who gives a damn.

I'm up for giving you a listen,

not a new career.

How long do you think
Washington will continue to fund

an investigation
into what caused the blackout

when somebody has already stepped forward
and accepted the blame?

My guess is, unless you come up
with some compelling evidence

relatively soon,

you'll never find out what or who

caused the greatest global catastrophe
in human history

or if you can prevent it
from happening again.

How about this.

You come back tomorrow morning.
I'll have something to show you.

We make some progress...

I'll see what I can do about

an official role.

Because I do like you,

Assistant Director Wedeck...

I will accept your disingenuous offer.

[Christmas music plays]

[woman] He's here.

Did you charter a flight?

Excuse me?

I'm Agent Janis Hawk
with the Mosaic task force.

-Are you here to arrest me?
-Come in and talk to us.

We need information,
and you need some protection.

Look, I'm sorry. My son's safety
is my priority right now.

And if you've connected me to him,

then it won't be long before
others do as well,

so I have to get him
out of here immediately.

Let us help you, please.

This could be an opportunity
for both of us.

I've tried to be polite about this,
but I'm not interested, okay?

Just leave us alone.

[Demetri] We're looking for a friend.

She works around here,
maybe eats at this restaurant.

We don't have a picture of her,
but we do have a recording of her voice.

I'm wondering if you might take a listen

and let us know if you recognize it.

Sure.

[woman] I am sorry. There is
no delicate way to say this, but...

on March 15th, 2010,

you are going to be murdered.

I'm sorry.

I would remember that voice

if I knew who it belonged to.

Now... how about some dessert?

-Sure. Thank you. All right.
-Okay.

Yeah, I saw it.

Stand outside.
Make sure no one comes in.

[automated male voice]
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

Okay, some Faloodeh.

Thank you.

Your friend?

Stepped outside.
Hey, sit down. Join me.

[sighs]

The, uh...

woman we're looking for

she has information we need.

It's a matter of life and death.

I'm so sorry.
I can't help you with that.

You have it backwards.

If you can't help,

you will be sorry.

[whispers] You know that woman.

Not so long ago,

a hotel concierge named Anoush Harandi,

an Iranian man

much like yourself,

was taken from his home in Bangkok

in the middle of the night

because my government believed

he had some small

piece of information.

His friends, his family.

No one knew what happened to him.

He spent two years in secret detention.

My, um, government's gotten

very good at that sort of thing.

-Her name is Nhadra Udaya.
-You got her name?

She comes here on the weekends,
but almost every night

she has a late dinner at
a dim sum place two blocks down.

Now we just have to get her to talk,

one way or another.

Hey, why didn't you want me in there?

I'm trying to protect you, Dem.

If someone's hands are gonna get dirty,

let 'em be mine.

We've given these
to our top level analysts.

They haven't been able to tell
us anything useful about them.

Well, it's a good thing
I'm smarter than they are.

These are highly classified images,

so we've obscured anything

that would indicate where they were taken.

Somalia.

The dipped slopes
in the overlying limestone,

the orientation of the flora,

the shallow water holes--

Just tell us what you see.

Are you taking the piss?

Tell us what you see.

Zoom in, please.

[beep]

[sighs] yep.

[chuckles]

I designed that.

That is a specialized pulsed laser

for a plasma afterburner.

It increases the rate of acceleration
for traditional radio frequency machines.

The concept should win me a Nobel
in a couple of years.

I must say,

the modeling software you guys
use is incredibly impressive.

Structure almost looks real.

Hmm.

That is a real structure.

And that is a real photograph.

That's not possible.

The technology doesn't exist yet.

We're still running numerical simulations.

When did you come up with
the idea for the laser?

Ninety two. Why?

Well, that photograph was taken in 1991.

That...

doesn't make sense.

Who else could've come up with this idea?

No one.

Your unparalleled genius act
is wearing thin.

That's not what I mean.

Look, you ask any great scientific mind

what they want to achieve,

and the only honest answer is immortality.

If you discover something
that changes the world,

you live forever.

So whoever designed this

not only had to be brilliant
but didn't even care about being famous.

Didn't want it.

Practically fetish-ized their anonymity.

A recluse.

A paranoid.

-Exactly.
-We believe that this man

was somehow connected to the blackout.

This is a composite sketch
made by our field agents.

We know at the very least
he was awake during the blackout,

and he may have been in contact
with another person who was also awake.

We don't even know his real name yet,

but he's using the alias "D. Gibbons."

He's highly efficient
in advance computing equipment

and particle physics simulation.

Apparently he's been hacking into a number
of high-tech facilities.

He also seems to have
a penchant for chess.

Hmm... a techie, chess-playing...

social misfit physicist.

Well, that should narrow it down.

Have you ever seen him before at,
uh, conferences or lectures?

No.

But if he had anything
to do with the blackout,

I'll do everything
I can to help you find him.

At the very least, I'd like
to give his testicles a squeeze

for sharking my Plasma Afterburner design.

I need to find somewhere
where my son can be safe.

Southland University Hospital.

That's less secure than this hospital.

-Maybe I'm not making myself clear.
-You don't seem very good at that, no.

-I beg your pardon?
-The announcement this morning,

you said that you caused the blackout,

and then you said that you didn't mean to.

It was all kind of a jumble.

In my experience, innocent people
tend to speak in specifics.

No, no, no, no.

I spoke in specifics,

I related a series of facts, and now I'm--

Southland University Hospital.
I can transfer your son there.

-You want me to put it through?
-No I want you...

I need you to find

a secure facility

for my son.

Let's try Travers.

It's a private
children's hospital in Glendale.

I doubt they have any beds.

They will when I make the call.

[opens drawer]

You get that started
and I'll draw up the transfer note.

Be back in an hour.

Thank you.

I, uh, don't suppose I can expect
anyone to help me much

for the foreseeable future.

You need help, I'll help you.

[woman] "And I, John, saw the holy city,

New Jerusalem

coming down from God out of heaven,

prepared as a bride
adorned for her husband."

We're here tonight
to say a final good-bye to Joyce...

[Demetri] You saw me there?

Yeah.

Uh, no.

But I'm positive you were.

Joyce's death is a tragic loss.

We've lost a daughter, a wife, a friend.

But what we must remember,
what we most hold in our hearts

even when they're
as heavy as they are tonight...

[horn honks]

[Mark] Looks like we found her.

Okay.

[speaking Cantonese]

You shouldn't have come here.

-You called me, remember?
-That was a mistake, clearly.

You being here now,

you've set things in motion
that will end very badly for you.

Can we just skip over all the histrionic

action movie clichés?

'cause I'm way too jet-lagged
to deal with any of that right now.

Tell me who you're are.

I can't.

Why did you call me?

I was trying to warn you.

You don't even know me.
Why do you care if I live or die?

Your death is the first

in a long line of dominoes

that I'd rather not see fall down.

-So help us stop it from happening.
-I can't.

You can...

by telling us.

If I tell you more,
the act of telling you

may end up bringing about
the unfortunate incident

we are all trying to avoid.

I'm willing to take that risk.

I said you will be shot three times,

shots at close range.

Which means I probably know my killer.

In fact, you do.

He is sitting at this table right now.

You, Agent Benford.

You will kill Agent Noh

on March 15th

with the very gun I assume
you're carrying right now.

A Sig Sauer model p226.

Wait. On the call, you said
you didn't know who killed me,

-and now you're saying that you do.
-I lied.

I didn't want to bring about

the incident which I told you about.

How could you possibly know?

A-5-6-

1-9-8-4.

And, um,

what is that?

The serial number of your gun.

It will be your gun, Agent Benford,

and you will pull the trigger

and then again

and then again.

You could have found
the serial number a different way.

You could have hacked in
to the Bureau's gun registry.

Agent Noh, how many times have
you interrogated a suspect?

Look into my eyes.

Your partner is going to kill you...

intentionally.

[whispers] Why would I do that?
Hmm? why?

Presumably, in the next few months

a reason will present itself.

Now you've got what you've come for.

No. Come on.
I have more questions.

I am done giving you answers.

It's time for you to leave.

Don't.

[grunts]
Ah!

-[people screaming]
-You're coming with us right now.

Move! Move!

-Move!
-[Demetri] What are we doing, Mark?

Cover me!

Down!

Come on! Come on!

-[Demetri] What's the play?
-Trust me. I got it.

-[sirens wailing, tires screech]
-Damn!

Back off now!

-[tires screech]
-[indistinct shouting]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[man] Put down the gun!

[siren bleeps]

Hey, Mark.

This woman is a material witness

to a murder.

There's been no murder.

-But there will be.
-Will there, Agent Benford?

Let her go.

Mark.

[breathing heavily]

Nhadra, have your men
lower their guns. Now.

[guns clicking]

-[grunts]
-[man] Get down! All the way down!

Don't move!

This isn't over.

It never is.

[Christmas music playing]

[Olivia] Mr. Simcoe, hey.

I have Dylan's transfer papers.

-Sorry for all the red tape.
-I appreciate it,

especially after the inconvenience
I've caused you and your family.

You didn't do anything wrong.

-Are you ready to get Dylan checked out?
-Yep.

You really think there
won't be another blackout?

Not unless we recreate
the exact conditions

of our experiment, no.

That was an incredibly
brave thing you did,

coming forward like that,
taking responsibility.

I think the line between brave
and stupid's a pretty blurry one.

Oh, I didn't say it wasn't stupid.

[chuckles]

All the same, I'd like to think
I did it for the right reasons.

So you went to Harvard in '98?

Yeah.

It was one of the best times of my life.
I was doing my Doctorate.

I had this beautiful apartment
above a cigar shop.

-Leavitt and Pearce?
-Yeah, that's the one.

I was supposed to go to Harvard in '98,

and I was gonna live
in the building next door.

-So why didn't you?
-Because Mark got his job with the bureau,

and he was gonna be
transferred to Los Angeles.

So I decided to be with him instead.

My wife moved in to that building.

That's how I met her.

[chuckles] Wow.

So, uh,

so if I had gone,
we probably would have met.

Have you heard of
the many worlds interpretation?

No.

It was coined by a physicist
called Hugh Everett in the '50s.

Basically, the idea is anything
that could have happened

in our past actually did happen
in some other universe.

So all those alternate decisions
and choices you made

are still playing themselves out
on other worlds.

If you buy the theory,
I suppose in some other universe

you did go to Harvard...

Hmm.

And we did meet.

Of course, that's not
the world we live in.

Nope.

Thank you again for this.

Sure.

[Vogel] You're both very lucky men.

I saved your lives, helped you
avoid an international incident.

-Why are you keeping us from her?
-You don't need to know what Nhadra knows.

So let me get you on your flight, okay?

It's just a friendly service
Legats provides.

You're not Legats.

If you were bureau, you never
would have let us get off the plane.

And after what went down in that alley,

this whole thing stinks
like a company job.

We prefer the term
Central Intelligence Agency.

I hate to break it to you,
but Mosaic is bigger than you.

Bigger than the FBI,

bigger than any one country's
Intelligence Organization.

You're just a...

tiny speck, Mark,

a flake of dandruff on the nape
of this thing's neck.

But if it would make you feel better

to take a swing at me,

then go right ahead.

It's not like you got
anything else to lose.

[cell phone rings]

[continues ringing]

That call I would take.

[Wedeck] You know what I'm staring at?

I'm watching the security camera feed
of your amazing pooch-screw

-In Hong Kong.
-Stan--

Shut up. It was sent to me
by the damn U.S. Ambassador to China.

So I'm calling to congratulate you.

You've succeeded in changing the future.

Yeah, I got it.

Here.

Wedeck's orders.

Looks like we finally
have something in common.

Neither of us are FBI.

They have been following you ever since
you destroyed that doll factory.

Coming here was a mistake.

I can't protect you.

Then I'll just have
to find someone who can.

[doorbell rings]

Can I come in?

Mrs. Noh, I think I understand why

you didn't want to talk to me
about our wedding.

Zoey--

We need to talk about this,

about what I saw.

You were there with Mr. Noh.

I didn't see Demetri.

And I realized something.

No matter how much I begged you...

you'd never come to our wedding.

Zoey--

But you wouldn't miss your son's funeral.

Why didn't you tell us?

Talking about it with you...

with anyone...

that would make it real.

Maybe before all this,
we would have had difficulties

with you marrying our son.

But what I saw that day, that moment...

the love you have for Demetri...

I want you to know

we see things differently now,

and we'd be proud for you
to be a part of our family.

We wish that was the future.

We wish that more than anything.

We can do more than wish, Mrs. Noh.

We can change the future.

["So this is Christmas" Playing]

♪ And what have you done? ♪

[Scrooge] Answer one question.

Are these the shadows
of things that will be

or that may be?

Oh, Spirit, hear me.
I'm not the man I was.

Why show me this if I am past all hope?

Assure me that
I may yet change these shadows

that you've shown me by an altered life.

I will live in the past,
the present and the future

and not shut out
the lessons that they teach...

♪ And the dear one ♪

♪ The old and the young... ♪

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for?

It's my murder,

my problem.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here
with your badge in my pocket.

I'm not gonna shoot you, Dem.

I'm not gonna let this
investigation kill you either,

no matter what happens.

Smile, Bryce.

Haven't you heard it's the most
wonderful time of year?

What's this?

Open it and find out.

It's a lucky cat.

Manekineko in Japanese.

Depending upon which paw is raised,

it promises different things
for your future.

Well, what does the right paw indicate?

Luck in love.

[chuckles]

Thanks, Nicole.

Don't worry.

You'll find her.

I gotta go.

I'm not surveilling you again.

I promise I'm here
on a personal matter. I swear.

How can I help you?

Do you remember that whole
not-giving-up thing

-we were talking about earlier?
-Mm-hmm.

If I was to start trying now,

what exactly should I be doing?

First of all,

this is for a prenatal vitamin.

Um, that's all great.

Um,

I need something
a little more basic, though.

I'm actually gonna be doing this alone,

and the whole...

penis thing

is kind of a problem for me...

'cause I don't like them.

Oh.

You're... gay.

-I'm super gay.
-You're super gay.

-Yeah.
-And you need a sperm bank.

-Yeah.
-I know of a good one.

Uh, Cubit Fertility Clinic.

There's a doctor
by the name of Jane Parker.

Just tell her I sent you.
She's great.

Thank you, Dr. Varley.
I really appreciate it.

No problem.

Hmm.

I tell you, you're gonna love
the ambulance, Dylan.

Mr. Simcoe, I'm John.
My partner here is reed.

-We'll be transporting you and your son.
-Thank you.

-All ready to go?
-Dr. Benford.

Just came to see the two of you off,
make sure everything went okay.

You ready for your trip, little man?

Yeah, he's ready.
He's just a little shy.

I'm not sure if you've had your training,
but Dylan's autistic.

-Oh, we've had training.
-Okay, good.

Sweetie.

Ready to get in the ambulance
with these guys and dad?

Come on. Let's do it.

There we go.

Yeah, it's gonna be fun.

I got a secret for you.

Cool people call 'em "Ambos."

-Ambos?
-Ambos, that's right.

-Ambos.
-That's right.

You're gonna go for a ride in the ambo.

-No!
-It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. All right, no restraints.
Just on the legs.

-[man] It's all right, buddy.
-Bye, Dylan.

I'll miss you, kiddo.

-See you inside.
-Thanks, guys.

So I guess this is the part
where we, uh...

wish each other a nice life.

Something like that.

Come here.

So the many worlds theory
that you talked about earlier,

is that something you believe in?

Well, many physicists do these days.

You didn't answer the question.

And out of respect, um,

I'm not going to.

Thank you again, Olivia...

and good-bye.

-Wait, wait. Hang on there.
-Whoa, hold on. Hold on, buddy.

-Easy. Hang on.
-No ambo!

-Just get his legs in.
-No ambo!

Hey! Hey, guys!
Let go of his arm. It's okay.

-[Dylan] Ow!
-Come on, you said you were trained.

-We don't have time for this.
-Huh?

-Come on. We're on a schedule here,
-ladies. Excuse me?

Bill, can you get down here?

-Yeah.
-[Olivia] Uh, I don't know

what's going on here, but they--

-[grunts]
-[Dylan screaming] No! No!

-No, stop!
-[man] Get in the van!

No, no! Please, please,
please don't hurt her.

Get in the van, Mr. Simcoe.

-I'll come with you. Please!
-Get in the van!

-[Dylan screaming] No!
-Dylan? Dylan?

-It's gonna be okay. Ah!
-No!

Dad!

No! Dad! No!

[tires screech]

Dad!

[screams]

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