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[Wedeck reading]

We are here today

because we believe

that the global blackout

was precipitated

by our experiment.

-[woman] Was the experiment publicly--
-[man] Who designed this experiment?

No, please.
If you just give me a moment...

Hey. You okay?

I'm guessing Mark told you what I saw.

-He did, yeah.
-I'm gonna be fine.

The future can change.
It's all over the news.

Get in the van, Mr. Simcoe. Please!

Get in the van! Go!

[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.

You've succeeded

in changing the future.

Here.

Wedeck's orders.

Looks like we finally
have something in common.

Neither of us are FBI.

I want to tell you a story
about a man I know.

A window washer in Los Angeles.

Nothing special about him,

Just going about his life,

-living from day to day.
-Hook me up.

Vague plans.

Few dreams.

And if he had any aspirations,

he never spoke of them.

[horns honking]

Like most of us,

he was already unconscious
when the blackout hit.

[clank]

[machinery whirring]

[tires screeching, loud crashing]

Before the blackout,
the window washer lived his life

ignoring the questions of the future.

They just weren't that important to him,

so he believed nothing.

But the blackout came...

and this man faced certain death.

[loud explosion in distance]

[airplane engine roars, car alarms wail]

[tires screech]

Many of us think

that when divine intervention happens,

it's something big.

But it can also be a small thing

that seems so inconsequential
in the moment...

turns out to be

the turning point for your entire life.

[clank]

[scaffolding creaks]

[helicopter whirring]

Big or small,

what if that moment affected everyone,

everywhere at the exact same time?

What would that mean to you?

Where would you look for answers?

The answer is never about just one person.

Every single person's life
was touched by the blackout.

None of us are in this alone.

[Shanti Shanti's "Beloved Son" playing]

Help!

[choir] ♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ Remain here with me ♪

♪ Watch ♪

♪ And pray ♪

♪ Watch ♪

♪ And pray ♪

[indistinct shouting
and screaming in distance]

Each one of us is unique.

But we are being stitched
together to form a tapestry,

something larger that can't be understood

until we step back
to see the whole thing...

[shouts indistinctly]
I need help here!

-[screams]
-At some point, we all wake up,

and then we have to choose.

Do we walk in hope,

believing that what God is doing is good,

or do we stumble around,

resigning ourselves to chaos?

The window washer saw a path
through the chaos,

and he saw the good in what he was shown.

That window washer...

was me.

[siren wailing]

These are the questions people
have always struggled with.

Only now,

they are more powerful than ever.

[beep]

Take me through something here.

You're in a foreign country

against my expressed wishes,

and you decide to pull a gun
in a public place.

[grunts]

Just out of curiosity,
what were you thinking?

Back off! Back off now!

Can I go see my wife?
She was just nearly kidnapped.

What... were...

you thinking?

I asked you a question.

Can you try to tell us what you saw?

Uh, yeah. I was saying good-bye.

Dylan Simcoe's been
a patient of mine for a while.

Um, the paramedics were loading him in.

-And that's when I noticed...
-Hey!

-[Dylan] No ambo!
-Something was wrong.

-We don't have time for this.
-Well, they weren't paramedics.

I mean, they didn't know
what they were doing.

Bill, can you get down here?

-Who's Bill?
-Oh, the security guard.

They shot him.

They shot him. They just did it.

And then they turned the gun at me.

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

And that's when Mark jumped in
and got in the middle of it.

Mark?

Lloyd.

Sorry. Tired.

Lloyd Simcoe.

He told them not to hurt me

and that he'd go with them.

He saved my life.

Some stranger tells me I'm gonna
put three bullets in my friend.

I'm not gonna invite her to a tea party.

-Are you trying to be cute?
-At least I'm not sitting on my hands.

We still haven't gone to Somalia.

We can't find D. Gibbons,
and for some reason,

we're not using every resource available

to us to find out
who the hell Suspect Zero is.

Somalia is a war zone,
and I'm working to get us in.

The Detroit Bureau is canvassing Michigan
looking for Suspect Zero,

and we've got Gibbons
on the ten most wanted list,

which is more than a miracle to pull off.

So don't you imply

that I'm not working with you here.

Are you gonna find Lloyd?

This only happened 'cause he came forward,

did the right thing.

Please find him.

Your Bureau-mandated therapist.

You see her three times a week,

and when she thinks you're up to it,

we'll talk about a reinstatement.

[Radio City featuring Bajka's
"The Hop" playing]

[high-pitched whirring]

♪ Going in my lap and I push the cap ♪

♪ And in the days back, climbing up,
close my cap ♪

♪ Tango real nice in the back CP ♪

♪ 'Cause we will roll the top down ♪

♪ It's a fly on the street ♪

♪ It's a fly on the street ♪♪

[tapping]

Excuse me!

I know America was a country
founded by Puritans,

but is there really not a single
beer in this entire place?

I think you got us confused with the ATF,

Dr. Campos.

What is it you're doing here?

I'm advising the office
on all things scientific

related to the investigation.

Very scientific.

That is classified.

Not to me.

[Olivia] Mark?

[exhales deeply]

I can see working for the FBI

is gonna be much more
interesting than Academia.

-Mark, it's not what it looks like.
-Shh. not now.

You've been through enough.

This can wait till later.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

[Wedeck] It's been eight hours
since Simcoe was kidnapped.

-Where are we?
-We know it was a professional job,

but there hasn't been
any kind of ransom demand.

We can only theorize
as to why he's been taken,

but considering how many people
want him dead.

Could be anyone.

-What's he doing here?
-Nice to see you, too, Agent Noh.

Agent Vogel has officially joined
the Mosaic task force.

Embrace it, Demetri.

This is now an interagency investigation.

[Vogel] I've asked Dr. Campos to be here.

His close association
to Simcoe should be able

to shed some light on our kidnappers.

I suggest we cast a wider net,

Terrorists, anyone interested
in future forecasting.

If someone were able to master
the flash-forwards,

they would be effectively printing
their own money.

I think we can all agree that
the mind of Lloyd Simcoe

is a priceless resource.

[Lloyd] Help!

Help!

Can anybody hear me?

[door opens and closes]

[man] No one can hear you.

You're dehydrated.
You should replenish your electrolytes.

You tell me what I need to know,

and you can walk out of here right now.

Who are you?

You actually don't want to know
the answer to that question.

-Go to hell.
-You have no idea what hell is,

but I guess you're gonna find out.

From the outside,

I looked the same after the blackout.

But inside,

I was different.

[dog barking]

We've lived believing not knowing
the future made life difficult.

The truth is
that it's vastly more difficult

knowing what lies before us.

"But of the tree of
the knowledge of good and evil,

you shall not eat,

for in the day that you eat of it,

you shall surely die."

Hmm.

[smoke detector blaring]

[Nicole] mom?

Mom?

Mom!

[sighs]

Why would you do something like that?

You could have burned
the whole house down!

[blaring stops]

What's gotten into you?

-Sorry.
-Whatever. She's had breakfast.

The nanny was late.

You know, when you say you're
gonna be here, I need you to be here.

It's not my fault.

She burned the bible this morning.

What?

Might want to search the house again
for matches or a lighter.

-Whatever.
-The family bible?

[sighs] Mom!

[man] The challenge for us is to find
the gift in what we saw.

We may not recognize it at first,

but if we pay attention,
it will reveal itself.

[Mark] What else am I gonna do?

Charlie's at school,
and it's not like I play any golf.

We didn't get to talk last night,

and I don't want to not talk.

I was saying good-bye to Lloyd.

But what you saw in that videotape.

That was supposed to be an ending.

I swear to God,
it made me happy to think it was over.

I'm just glad you're okay.

That's the thing. I'm not.

I haven't been for a while.

At work I'm cold and I'm distant,
and then I come home,

-and you and I--
-I haven't been the easiest guy

to come home to.

I know.

I'm sorry.

What if we just ran?

-What if we just upped and moved away?
-[chuckles]

No, I mean it.
I mean, everything bad we saw

-was here in L.A.
-You're serious about this?

Al Gough jumped off a building
to save a woman's life.

A woman he didn't even know.

There's nothing I wouldn't do
to save our marriage.

Come here.

-[woman] 9-1-1.
-[man] There's a homeless man.

He's vomiting.
He looks like he needs help.

838 Bauchet Street, by the train yards.

[woman] Are you with the victim now, sir?

The call's a hoax.

Real EMTs responded,
bad guys swapped themselves in.

The ambulance company
supplied us with this,

and aside from the videotape,
it's the only lead we have

on the kidnapping.

Have you found the missing EMTs?

We sent LAPD Detectives to that location.

Dead end. It's just an empty rail yard
south of downtown.

And we haven't located
the ambulance, either.

You outsourced this
to the Los Angeles police department?

-It's a local crime--
-That involves our investigation.

-What about Lloyd's laptop?
-What about it?

Well, I might be able to break
through the encryption software,

see who he was in contact
with before he was taken.

Could help.

Janis, take a security team.

Escort Dr. Campos to the Simcoe house.

I want to talk to the detectives
who canvassed that crime scene.

-Thank you.
-[door opens]

[door closes]

Is this, uh, Suite 520?

Uh-huh, and you're my 3:00.

Then why does it look like you're leaving?

'Cause it's 3:00, and if I
don't get an iced latte stat,

I'm gonna need therapy.

Agent Benford, for the past 12 years,
my job has been to help people cope

by helping them explore their past.

But since the blackout,
that's all changed.

The majority of people who are
coming to see me

are dealing with traumas
from their future.

So tell me what you saw.

I saw myself off the wagon
with guns pointed at me.

What else do you remember?

That's not enough trauma for you?

I've seen your files.

You've got a God complex.

I believe that you saw something
in your flash-forward,

something that you might
not even be conscious of,

that's making you believe
that you're the center of the universe,

and I'm not signing anything

until we find out what that is.

Next thing I knew, I was upside down,

staring at a broken windshield
and a bunch of oranges on the 110.

Okay, by my math,

that doesn't exactly add up
to two minutes and 17 seconds.

You're not the first person
to point that out.

And you were drinking?

Can't even remember half of it.

Do you want to?

'cause there has been some success using
a modified Calcineurin Inhibitor

to enhance people's memories
of their flash-forwards.

Using a drug to enhance memories.

Eh, I don't know.

I don't think a magical mystery tour

is the best way to go
for someone in recovery.

What are you afraid of?

Not much. In case you forgot,

I chase down very bad people
for a living.

Not anymore you don't.

Call me when you want
to continue treatment.

I'd be happy to see you.

[typing]

[beep]

You go to the alley.
Guard the back door.

Could you get me a beer

from the refrigerator, please?

We're here as your security,
Mr. Campos, not your servants.

I'm trying to brute force
an encryption here.

I don't have time to get up.

I have even less time
for explicating why said request

should be obvious.

So why don't you toddle off,
get me a beer?

It'll help me cogitate.

That means "think."

That's a big word for such a little man.

I'm wounded.

But I still want my beer.

[bottles clink]

[Demetri] Janis!

Get her on her side.

-You're all right. Okay.
-[siren wailing]

Take it easy.

-Where's Simon?
-He's gone. You're the only one here.

What happened?

There were two guys wearing masks...

just like the ones on Mark's board.

[door opens]

[grunting]

-[door creaks]
-[moans]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Good.

I found you.

[Bryce] But his father's been kidnapped.

It's not like he's gonna
live on the street.

Social services
will take good care of him.

This is my patient.
You can't release him.

You signed the forms yesterday.

We kept him overnight as a courtesy,
but come on. We needs the beds.

Yeah, but he's developed a complication.

His clot got worse.

I didn't realize you had X-ray vision.

Well, guess we can close down radiology.

Dylan, come here a second.

Dylan?

Hey, babe?

I'm not gonna hurt you. Dylan?

Hey, hey.

Dylan, sweetie?

♪ The book hurled and swirled ♪

♪ Them into squirrly world ♪

♪ To fight Finnegan the super shark ♪

♪ And live out Tim Tim's words ♪

♪ Oh, who knows if the stories will go ♪

♪ How Tim Tim made 'em go? ♪

♪ I guess we'll just have to watch ♪

♪ The Tim Tim and Squirrlio show ♪

That's right.

[both]
♪ I guess you'll just have to watch ♪

♪ The Tim Tim and Squirrlio show ♪

♪ Tim Tim and Squirrlio show ♪

♪ Tim Tim and Squirrlio show ♪

Yeah, elevated heart rate,

shortness of breath and, uh,

warm forehead. Could be Sepsis.

Are they gonna find my daddy, Olivia?

Yeah.

Of course they are.

[Demetri] Oh, yeah. Like we're
gonna find an ambulance out here

that the LAPD Couldn't find.

Good call.
This was definitely not a waste of time.

[Vogel] You know what?
I got a better idea.

Why don't we, uh,

-take out our guns and wave 'em around?
-[train horn blares]

-See what happens.
-Listen, what happened in Hong Kong--

Should stay in Hong Kong?

I was following a lead on my own murder.

I know, but the thing you
and Benford screwed up

over there is so much bigger

than who might put three bullets in you
on March 15th.

For you, maybe.

Come on. Do you think you're the only one
who didn't have a flash-forward,

who saw something, uh,
they wish they hadn't?

Take some advice. You can cry.

You can lie to your fiancée.

Whatever. But sooner or later
you better get it together,

or else she's gonna be...

walkin' along that beach

getting ready to marry somebody else.

[grunts]

-Don't be stupid.
-[spits]

There are people around you
who know things you don't.

-[grunts]
-If you want to avoid being killed,

you're gonna need a better partner.

Better than Mark Benford.

[flies buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

What was that about a waste of time?

[beep]

-[telephones ringing]
-Hey.

I am so glad to see your shining face.

-Really?
-Yep.

Mr. Michalski just woke up from surgery,

and we need someone to check on him.

-Happy to.
-Thanks.

[muffled screaming]

Uh, wait!

Excuse me. Hey! Hey.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought--

Thought you were someone else.

Sorry.

In my flash-forward
I only saw him for a second,

but I'm sure it was him.

Well, I gave his description to security.

I really want you to call
that detective friend of Mark's.

Detective Liefeld.

No, I gave him a description
two months ago.

I mean, this won't be anything new.

You never know what can help.
You should call him.

-Okay.
-[pager beeps]

Ooh. E.R. Okay.

Uh, I'll see you later.

Hey, it's gonna be all right.

Okay?

Oh, I keep trying to convince
myself that this is a mistake.

You know, it's just something
that I don't understand.

But I-I can't keep
walking around wondering

if this guy's gonna be
behind every corner.

Have you heard about Sanctuary?

Um, let me show you.

I put these up everywhere.

Here.

Yeah, I've seen these.

The guy who leads it sees things
in a really positive way.

You should check it out.
He might be able to help.

It doesn't matter to me
whether you were frightened

by what you saw or excited.

I'll be the first to admit

I was totally confused
by my flash-forward.

I wasn't a religious person at all.

I didn't know what to do.

But a voice said,

"Just keep moving forward."

So I created Sanctuary...

a place where we can be safe,

were there is no threat,

no danger.

What do you think they're after?

It's the experiment at NLAP.

It's gotta be.

And clearly, I didn't consider
the repercussions of our announcement.

Your announcement, Lloyd.

I shouldn't have implicated
you and the rest of the staff.

Oh, spare me your whinging, Lloyd.

I was co-director of the project.

I was on the hook the moment
you opened your mouth,

and as I've said repeatedly,

I do not think we were
responsible for the blackout.

Yeah, well, it would seem
our captors would beg to differ.

Yes. We do beg to differ.

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

Sit, please.

[clink]

I have Emphysema.

I contracted it through
years of habitual smoking.

Disgusting proclivity, isn't it?

Only villains smoke.
We know this, right?

I'm sorry. You are...

-[spits]
-[grunts]

Aah!

You may call me Flosso.

[grunts]

And I'm a villain.

Imagine...

a basket the size of Montana.

Now imagine said basket
is filled with money.

That is what my employers are paying me
to ask you these questions.

So at 11:00 a.m. on October 6th,

you conducted a proton-driven
Plasma-Wakefield experiment.

It is my understanding

that you were searching
for Tachyonic dark matter.

In the resulting particle collision,

how much collision energy was generated?

-I-I don't know.
-Are we talking about

a billion electron volts?

-I don't know.
-How many electron volts were generated?

Perhaps I can help you with your inquiry.

-Ohh! [grunts]
-On October 6th,

you were in Toronto
burying your father, I believe.

I'm asking the man who
actually pushed the button.

You're here for a different reason.

So,

how many electron volts were generated?

I'd rather die than tell you how
to manufacture another blackout.

-You think you caused it?
-I did.

No, Dr. Simcoe.
All the two of you did was amplify it.

So again,

how many electron volts?

[siren wailing]

-What you got?
-No wounds,

no ligature Marks,
so I'm going with a poison of some kind.

But I won't know more until
the Toxology comes back.

We found this.

-Might belong to one of the EMTs.
-A leather case?

Fits a Palm Pre,
but we didn't find a phone.

If the phone's still in the ambulance,
we can triangulate its position

-from its signal.
-Find the phone, find the ambulance.

Find the ambulance, maybe find
the guys who stole it.

Find them, and they'll
get us to Simon and Lloyd.

Just relax.

You ever sit in a chair before?

Not like this one, no.

Well, some people who've had difficulty
recalling their flash-forwards

have had real breakthroughs
with this treatment.

So how about you tell me
what changed your mind?

I'm driving everyone around me,

everyone I care about... away.

because I can't deal
with what my future might be.

Was that really so hard to say?

You got no idea.

Well, therapy is a lot like AA.

The first step in recovery

is admitting you have a problem.

This gonna hurt?

Truth always does a little.

The man in my flash-forward
had a neck like an ox,

smelled like a meat locker.

[grunting]

Don't know where I was or who the man was.

I felt my thumbs on his trachea.

I pushed down as hard as I could
until I felt something snap.

[snap]

Then I let go.

I can't believe you'd be capable
of something like that.

I guess mine's a little bit
more violent than yours.

I'm confused. In my flash-forward, I...

I got a text message from you.

Sorry, I have to make a call.

I can't remember that.

I mean, obviously I couldn't have
sent you a text in the middle

of what I was doing.

Or maybe I sent you a text earlier,
and you just retrieved it then.

I don't understand.

-[grunts]
-Why don't our futures match?

Because it's a possible future.

Clearly, you weren't paying any attention

to the story about the FBI Agent

who committed suicide.

Anything's possible...
[grunts]

Vision or no vision.

Lloyd, that's pointless.
They're wire windows.

They've probably nailed them shut anyway.

[muffled voice] Uh-huh.
[grunts]

Touché.

I just need one person to walk by

and look down.

[wind gusts]

[Lloyd] No, no, no, no. Wait.
No, no, no, no, no! Wait!

No!

Help!

Help!

[Dr. Langer] You should start to feel
a tingling sensation in your extremities.

This is completely normal.
Just relax.

Let the memories come.

[cell phone rings]

What?

I just wish you were standing
behind the eight ball

when I came crashing through.

Go to hell, Lloyd.

What did you see?

I was on the phone.

Do you know who you were talking to?

Lloyd Simcoe.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You dropped something.

Let's start again from the beginning.

You were conducting an experiment
in Plasma-Wakefield acceleration.

Am I correct in that assumption?

I thought I made it clear
I can't tell you.

Get the-- Lloyd!

Were you successful, Dr. Simcoe?

Lloyd! All right, all right.

Did your facility detect
anything superluminal?

This has nothing to do with Simon. Why?

Was there any Cherenkov radiation?

I... I can't.

Lloyd! Tell them what
they want to know! Lloyd!

Very well then.

Let the wild rumpus begin.

[Simon grunts]

[door opens]

Hey, kiddo.

Go back to sleep, babe.
I was just checking in on you.

I can't.

Will you sing some more?

[chuckles]

I think I exhausted my repertoire.

I have to go home.

I saved you this from my dinner.

A cookie? You did?

[lightning crashes, thunder rumbles]

Thank you.

Hey, Aaron. It's Mark.

I think I could use some help.

♪ When you wish upon a star ♪

♪ Makes no difference ♪

♪ Who you are ♪

[mouths words]

♪ Anything your heart desires ♪

♪ Will come to you ♪

[horn blares]

Talk to me, man.

What's happened, Mark?

Why are you sitting here
in your car in front of a bar?

It's what's gonna happen, right?

My therapist...

gave me this drug

to unlock the parts of my flash-forward

I couldn't remember because
I was drinking.

-[cell phone rings]
-[exhales deeply]

-[beep]
-[Lloyd] It's me. I need to talk to you.

Eh, well, this isn't a good time.

I was on the phone

with Lloyd Simcoe.

-Have you been drinking?
-Go to hell, Lloyd.

I told him I-I didn't want to talk to him.

[Lloyd] Look, you have every right
to hate me, but--

Listen, I don't hate you.

I just wish you were standing
behind the eight ball

-when I came crashing through.
-Fine,

but we need to talk about the Q.E.D.

Sounded like we were working together.

[Lloyd] I'm not sure.
It's highly theoretical,

but I'm close to cracking it.

Listen to me.
Close is not good enough.

D. Gibbons told me about--

The man you call D. Gibbons lied to you.

You need to hurry.
We're running out of time.

Unless we can stop this...

And then I told him...

There's gonna be another blackout.

[Wedeck] Are you sure?

I'm positive.
There's gonna be another blackout.

[Wedeck] If Simcoe saw
the same thing you did,

why's he been sitting on
this information the whole time?

Why hasn't he come forward?

I don't know.
Let's find him and ask him.

Let me back in, and I can track him.

Look, go home.

I'm doing my best to get you reinstated.

-I promise.
-W-what am I supposed to do till then?

You said you saw more clues
from your vision.

Work them...

-But be quiet about it.
-All right.

This business about another blackout...

keep it to yourself.

If we can't tell the world when
it's going to happen,

that's beyond irresponsible.

This is the number for one
of our missing EMTs.

We're hoping the phone might
still be in the ambulance.

Can you track it for us?

Yeah. If the battery's still got juice,

I can capture the signal
and triangulate its position.

How close can you get us?

To within 50 meters if it's in the city.

-Great. Let's do it.
-[typing]

[man] Sometimes we feel God's hand
on the back of our neck

pushing us towards something,

and sometimes

we feel totally abandoned.

That's normal.

But just because you don't feel something

doesn't mean it's not there.

How many people here have
gotten sunburned on a cloudy day?

You didn't think it was
working on you, but it was.

God's love is just like that.

Working for your good,

whether you are aware of it or not.

Here you go. Thank you.

Sorry.

-I just had a question.
-Sure.

What about our responsibility
before God?

-Don't we owe him something?
-Like what?

Obedience?

I mean, we need to follow the rules
that he sets out.

And if we don't?

We get punished.

I-I just don't see how you can say
that the blackout was good.

And look at all the people that died.
Look at all the trouble it's causing.

Wow. Clearly, I've upset you.

Well, don't you think--

In the very least,

the flash-forwards were a wake-up call

for us to...

get our act together
before it's too late?

I didn't catch your name.

Nicole.

My name is Timothy.

I'd really like to keep talking with you,

but if I don't get out
of here before my hour's up,

-I get charged.
-Well, thanks.

There's a coffee shop I like nearby.

If you want to talk
about it again later...

Red Panda provides Humanitarian aid
all around the world.

Everything from
micro-investments to education.

We've been extremely busy
since the blackout,

as I'm sure you can imagine.

You said you do work all over the world.

Yes. We grew out of DHS in the '90s.

You know, demographic and health services.

We're in South America, the Middle East,

the African subcontinent.

Somalia?

Was Red Panda there in '91?

There was no Red Panda in 1991.

We weren't chartered until '98.

And you send in, what, teams of people?

With clean water supplies, mostly.

The Warlords keep
most everyone out, but, you know,

humanitarian groups like us can get in.

Is there anyone
I could talk to about maybe...

piggybacking on one of Red Panda's trips?

Um... doubt it.

Not to be disrespectful,
but most of the people working here

probably have police records...

[whispers]
As thick as the Bible.

-We're not like that anymore.
-Uh-huh.

Have a nice day, Agent Benford.

[clicks]

Dr. Simcoe,
how many electron volts were generated?

It's a number, Dr. Simcoe.

An abstract object.

I can't sacrifice any more lives.

"Sacrifice" is an interesting word.

I appreciate its duality.

-It can be used as both noun or a verb.
-[grunting]

One can take action, surrender,

or give something up

-for something else.
-What are you doing?

I, however,
prefer the Greek noun form Thusia,

to indicate the object itself
that is sacrificed...

Meaning one's family...

-[Simon] Lloyd?
-Or the proverbial pound of flesh.

[grunts]

-[Simon] No. No! No! No!
-No!

Aah! Lloyd!

Tell them what they want, Lloyd!

Ah! Ah!

Just tell-- Ah!

[screams]

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