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On October 6th,
the planet blacked out

for two minutes and 17 seconds.

The whole world saw the future.

I saw someone drowning me. How do I
atone for something I haven't done yet?

The man you might be
sleeping with in six months' time

was in our living room, and I didn't
bring him into our lives. You did!

All the old patterns are back, Mark.

It's about trust, and we don't
trust each other anymore.

I had a vision of Fiona Banks.
Let's see if she had a vision of me.

I know why you're calling. Something
to do with the Rutherford case.

You've been acting weird
for a couple of weeks.

Blue hand. That's a clue
from Mark's board.

Dear Celia,

I don't know your last name,
and I don't know where you live.

But I know you have two young boys.
Twins, I believe.

And I know you didn't have
a flash forward.

I understand how terrifying that is,
and how powerless you must be feeling.

But I want you to know
that you are not alone.

- Emailing your other girlfriend?
- No, we, uh... We broke up.

- This is just porn.
- Oh, OK.

I'm in pretrial conference,
totally unreachable.

Don't forget we need
to sign off on the proofs.

- Proofs?
- For the wedding invitations.

Right.

Bet you 20 bucks
they spell my name wrong.

Bet you 100 they got mine wrong.

You know, they say couples
with commonly misspelled names

- are the most successful.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.

Meet me at the printers at six, OK?

- Can't you just pick one?
- I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

I'm just saying, you have great taste.
I mean, I don't need to be there. Right?

Hey, kick ass today!

I might be home a little late tonight.
I'm covering the ER for Sally again.

- I tried to get out of it, but...
- You don't have to explain.

It's hard 'cause Crosby's out of town,
there really is no one else.

Olivia, you don't have to explain.

I trust you.

Good. I trust you, too.

It's like everything I say
comes out wrong. Everything.

Even when we're getting along,
it's tense.

Things have changed for everybody.
It's a new world.

Yeah? I miss the old one, then.

Really?

Where you used to crash on my couch
playing Madden till 4:00am?

Don't you mean futon? And don't you mean
kicking your ass until 4:00am?

- What?
- What? I said it.

No. You didn't kick anything.
You were... You were cheating.

That's what you were doing.

Hey, man, what you call "cheating," I
call finding a way to change the game.

Oh...

- How's Agent Hawk doing?
- She's out of the woods.

She'll be back to work in a few weeks.

These three had something
to do with her shooting?

Well, we followed the hand stamp
from the guy who shot Janis.

Led us to the house
where we found these guys.

The blue hand stamp?
I'm sensing a theme.

Yeah? You wanna share?

The contact ring, residue patterns
and bullet trajectories

are consistent with
self-inflicted gunshot wounds.

Self-inflicted? You think this is
some kind of suicide pact?

Had to be. But then,
who arranged the bodies

and covered them
with the sheets that night?

All had alcohol in their systems.
She had Ecstasy and heroin.

Dem, who are these people?

Jason Martinez, 37.
Married, two children.

This is Diana Davis,
still looking for next of kin.

And Ian Rutherford, 25.

British national. Reported missing from
a cargo vessel docked in Long Beach.

- Your Rutherford case?
- Yeah.

There are two possible...

Here we go.

- It was...
- Hang on.

- Hey, Aaron.
- What's up, Jack?

There's a guy waiting for you inside.
Says he served with Tracy.

- How can I help you?
- You're Aaron Stark?

Corporal Mike Willingham.

I've been meaning to come talk to you,
but I've been mixed up.

Trying to get a job,
trying to get a place to live.

It's tough,
readjusting to civilian life.

Especially the way things are now.
Hope it gets better.

Yeah.

Sorry to bother you
at your place of work,

but I promised Tracy that if anything
ever happened to her, I'd give you this.

- How'd you find me?
- I'll always find you, kiddo.

I think, right now,
you need this more than I do.

I hadn't seen this knife
since Tracy deployed four years ago.

But somehow...

Now I understand how, in my flash
forward, I was giving it back to her.

She said it was a good luck charm.
Maybe there's something to that.

For two years, I've had to listen
to people telling me to move on,

to accept what happened to her.

But I always knew I'd see her again.

And now, you showing up here, and...

It's all happening, isn't it?

It's all happening.

Thank you, Mike. Thank you.

Why do a copy machine salesman,
a librarian and a Scottish journalist

decide to get together
to shoot themselves?

Because print is dead?

Gough, say hello to your vision.
You all know Fiona Banks. Ml6.

- Fresh off the plane from London.
- Nice to meet you again...

...for the first time.

Yeah. Nice to meet you.

Suicide seems a little
low-incident for Ml6.

Lan Rutherford was reported missing
off a cargo ship two weeks ago.

The British Embassy was notified.

I saw the report
and came here because...

Because you knew you'd be working
on this case from your flash forward.

That's well and good,
but what do we got in the present?

When I found out all three vics
committed suicide,

I cross-referenced
their visions on Mosaic.

Turns out they're all ghosts.

People who didn't see anything
in their flash forwards.

- That's what they call themselves.
- So, none of them had visions

and now they're all dead. Am I
the only one who finds that disturbing?

No, you're not.

Here, check this out.

It's a ghost website.

It's where they connect with each other,
find out about upcoming events.

Anchorage, Buenos Aires, Dubai.

Whatever this is,
it's happening everywhere.

"The Blue Hand. No limits. No fear.

A place where ghosts can gather
to embrace the inevitable. "

You've got to be kidding me.

- A death club?
- Like a book club... with bullets.

Whatever it is, the guy
who shot Janis is a part of it.

We need to find these people, figure out
who they are and shut them down.

The next meeting in Los Angeles is
being hosted by a guy named Raynaud.

- Dr. Maurice Raynaud.
- When's the meeting?

Tonight,
go downtown and check the time.

Tonight, go downtown and check the time.

Tonight, go downtown and check the time.

Lan Blaine Rutherford.
Born in Edinburgh, 1984.

Father's an aviation mechanic. Mother...

Works in a factory.
Makes cell phone components.

- I've already seen that file.
- Yes, of course.

Sorry. I just never expected
to be working on this case so soon.

The dominos seem to be
falling into place, don't they?

It's funny.

I don't remember anything from
the actual dossier other than his name.

I just remember you.

And the bird.

When it hit the window...
I literally felt my heart skip a beat.

Then you had the phone call.

Excuse me for a moment.

After you left,
I looked out onto the ledge.

I went over.

I wanted to help it...

...if only to end its pain.
But I couldn't.

That was the worst part.
There was nothing I could do to stop it.

- What was your phone call about?
- It was my attorney.

Why were you speaking to an attorney?
Did something happen?

I killed her.

No. Everything was fine.

Hey, babe. Hey,
I'm working downtown tonight.

Thought I might stop by that bakery
on Grand on the way back,

pick us up some of those cinnamon rolls.

Or not.

You don't have any idea
why I'm mad, do you?

- No.
- The printers.

Our invitations.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Work was so crazy, all right?
We got a lead on the guy who shot Janis,

and now we're going to this
underground...

You're not the only one
who had a crazy day.

I've been cranking out motions in limine
all afternoon, but somehow,

I made it to the printers anyway.

You're right. I suck. I should have
been there. I'm really sorry.

No, it's not about the invitations, Dem.

It's about you and me, and the fact
that you've been checked out

ever since I got home from Seattle.

You know I've been slammed
since the blackout.

Since the blackout,
your excuse for everything.

Yeah, no. Why you're late coming home.
Why you don't feel like talking.

Why you shut your computer
every time I walk in the room.

- It's like I don't even exist.
- Hey, that's unfair.

What's unfair is being in love with
someone who treats you like a stranger.

That's unfair.
And I don't want you to apologize.

I don't. I want you to want to be here.

Talk to me. Just be honest
about whatever's going on.

- You want me to be honest?
- Yes.

The more you jump down my throat,
the less I want to be here.

How's that for honesty?

Demetri! Dem!

Thanks so much for having me.

Oh, not at all.
We always need volunteers.

I gotta tell you,
there's a lot of menial tasks,

a lot of charts to be filed
and blood to be run to the lab.

- It's not glamorous.
- I'm not looking for glamour.

- Dr. Benford?
- You supposed to be at that conference?

Yeah, but lab's lost the coags
on our spider girl,

the OR is trying to bump our appy
another hour

and volvulus guy is leaving AMA to see
his kid in this Ice Capades thing.

OK, so redraw the coags, tell the OR
"no" and I'll talk to skater dad.

- Bryce, do you know Nicole?
- Uh... Yeah. Yeah.

I think we met at your
Christmas party last year. Hi.

Nicole's volunteering. Shadow Bryce.
He'll show you the lay of the land.

I will catch you later.

- Thanks.
- What's volvulus?

Uh, twisted gut.

You pre-med?

No, I'm just volunteering.
Helping people. You know.

Um, ma'am, slow down,
we don't understand you.

Thank you.

Sweet peas symbolize "goodbye"
in Japanese culture.

It's considered a bad omen
to give it to the sick.

Ah.

Is that a cardigan?

What? I was going for "average Joe. "

Back off, Dem.
That jacket? Ridiculous.

Says the FBI agent
in a Police T-shirt. Good going.

What?

"Go downtown. Check the time. "

We're here for the meeting.

At, uh... Dr. Raynaud's invitation.

Who's gonna play?

Play?

Who is going to play?

I get it. No bullets. Good gag.

Your ticket...

...in.

Welcome to the Blue Hand, gentlemen.

You got a death wish?
You could've been killed.

Not today.

That was a real bullet in that gun.
You know that, right?

Unlike these people, I know
I'm gonna be alive in six months.

I've seen it. So bullet or no bullet,
there's no way I was gonna die tonight.

- Hey.
- What can I get you?

Could you get us to talk to Raynaud?

Is he here?

- You guys first-timers?
- No. Maybe.

The Raynaud changes at each gathering.

And where's tonight's Raynaud?

He's around. You'll know him
when you see him.

- What you got?
- It was on my board.

Another piece of the puzzle.
So, what do we do here?

Anything you want.

No limits. No fear.
There's something for everybody.

Hi.

Hi.

- I really need to talk to you...
- I don't think we should be doing...

- Uh, me first?
- Um, OK.

OK. Fine.

Um... I just came by to say thank you
for everything you've done for Dylan.

He did all the hard work himself.

- Well, you saved his life.
- I didn't do...

And in doing that, um...

...you saved mine as well.

Look, the very last thing
I would want to do is ruin yours.

- I really don't think we should...
- No, listen.

I understand that this
is really very awkward.

So please just let me be
perfectly clear.

Nothing is going to happen
between us.

No. I know that.

I would never do anything
to come between you and your husband,

despite what we may have
seen or experienced.

Good.

OK, good. So Dylan and I are gonna
move back to the Bay Area

as soon as they approve
the transfer.

Good.

Oh, good. That's... That's good.

You must be anxious to, um...

...get back to work, and...
- Yeah, right.

I should go, so...

Listen, um, thank you so much
for everything, again.

Yeah, I'll do everything I can
to push that transfer through.

- OK, great. Thanks.
- I'm gonna... This way.

Thank you.

Hey, where'd you learn
how to speak Japanese?

My Dad was stationed at Okinawa
when I was little, I picked it up.

When we moved back, I took it in school.

Can I show you something?
Just for a second.

Uh... In my flash forward,
I saw this symbol behind her.

- Who's the woman?
- I have no idea.

I was hoping that if I could figure out
what the symbol meant,

I might be able to find her.

I know it's an Asian character,
but nobody seems to recognize it.

They didn't see it because
it wasn't finished. You have a pen?

Yeah... pencil.

- May I?
- Please.

There.

It's kanji. It's a Japanese letter.

- Kanji. What's it mean?
- "Believe. "

- Mr. Stark.
- Mike, what are you doing here?

Sorry to bother you again. I just...

Didn't feel right, leaving things
the way we did earlier.

I'm not sure I understand.

It's just... You seemed so happy...

I didn't know how to tell you. But
I think you deserve to know the truth.

- The truth about what?
- About what you saw...

...in your vision with Tracy.

It's not possible.

What are you talking about?

I was with her in the Humvee.

Godfather, this is Hitman Two
requesting backup.

We're Oscar Mike pursuing Hajjis
heading north

about two clicks away from
checkpoint Victor Tango. Over.

Damn!

Who the hell are these guys?
Those aren't Hajjis.

Back up! Those are Jericho!
We gotta get out. Move!

Burro! Burro!
We're gonna get waxed!

- Get out!
- Get out!

Come on! We gotta get out!
The door won't open! Tracy!

I'm sorry, sir.
When I went back to check on her...

Tracy? Tracy?

I had to run. I had to.
But I saw her die. I saw her die.

This is pathetic.

What have they got to lose, man?

Doesn't matter if it's tonight
or next month.

They're dead anyway.

Raynaud. Raynaud.

Blue hands.

They represent a portal.

A gateway from
one understanding to another.

The blue hand marks a surrender
to the inevitable.

Raynaud. OK.

- Here we go. You got me?
- Yeah.

FBI!

- Get down!
- Everybody down!

- Give me my gun!
- FBI!

Get down! Everybody down!

Give me my gun! I want out.

- Turn around. Turn around!
- I want this to end.

Not today. Not today.

"Dr. Maurice Raynaud.

Discovered Raynaud's phenomenon,
also known as "blue hands. "

Died 1881."

It does beat your real name. Jeff
Slingerland. Am I saying that right?

It says you taught American History
at South Fairfax High.

Teacher of the year, '08.

Then the blackout happens,
and you turn into Friedrich Nietzsche.

Why is that, Jeff?
Or do you prefer Dr. Raynaud?

You know what Nietzsche said.

"If you gaze into the abyss,
the abyss also gazes into you. "

Is that the kind of optimism
that comes from not having a vision?

Oh, I had a vision.

A bottomless pit of darkness
and indifference,

infinite in its nothingness,

as if I never existed at all
and I never would again.

These people who didn't have a vision,
these ghosts,

where do you Raynauds find them?

We don't find them. You do.

There's no better place to go
than your Mosaic site.

Couldn't do it without you.

Do you see this guy?

One of your fellow Blue Hands.
Shot and nearly killed an FBI agent.

Start talking or I'm gonna charge
you as an accomplice after the fact.

All right, fine. Throw me in prison.
I don't care. It's all mapped out.

Don't you understand?

The script for this conversation
has been written.

Whatever you've all seen...
is gonna happen.

What if you're wrong?
What if April 29th comes and goes

and you're still alive?

- What then?
- You can run...

...and you can hide,
but you can't escape what's coming.

No one can.

- Heading out?
- Yes. Back to my luxury suite.

They still putting agents up
at those crappy hotels by the airport?

- Now you're just rubbing it in.
- You ever try dirty rice?

Dirty rice? What, you mean like
eating it off the floor?

No, no. It's a Cajun dish.

It's my favorite. My mom makes it
for me when I go home at the holidays.

Thought I might make a batch of it
tonight. If you're feeling hungry...

That's, uh, sweet of you.
That really is, but I'm jet-lagged.

I understand. I'd be tired, too.

You know, I've been thinking
about our bird.

- What if you taped the window?
- How do you mean?

Well, if you cover the window,

the bird might not crash into it.

It's a nice thought.

I think it will probably
crash into a different window.

Maybe.

But it's worth a shot.

Hmm.

Can't accuse him of sugarcoating things.

That guy makes Marilyn Manson
look like Mr. Rogers.

Everybody deals with it differently,
I guess.

- I'm sorry, I...
- It's all right.

At least I don't have
to deal with the uncertainty.

It is the one good thing about knowing
the exact date of your murder.

Gives you time to prepare.

What's gonna happen? March 15th comes
around, you're just gonna pack it in?

- Come on, man.
- Hmm? Say your good-byes,

- have a nice farewell dinner?
- I'll deal with it the way I choose.

Deal it with it by fighting.
That's what we're doing.

Wake up, would you, please? Wake up!

D. Gibbons. The doll factory.

One thirty-seven Sekunden.
The blue hand. It's all come true.

- No. Listen, that doesn't mean that...
- Mark.

Look around you. Look around, man.

Raynaud was right.

It's all happening. Every single day.

There's no way out.

There's nothing you, I or anyone can do
to escape what's coming.

Give ya 20 bucks for it.

Though its pages blank,

this tome possesses magicks
beyond all comprehension!

It surges with power unimaginable!

It seethes with cosmic energies
not meant for the yoke of mortal men

lest they crumble under its
senses-shattering omnipotence!

- Yeah, give ya 30.
- Sold!

OK. I'm tired. You're tired.
It's time for bed.

- Oh, Mommy, please?
- That's all right. I got it.

- OK, five minutes.
- OK.

- Five.
- OK.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

Sleep well. Good night.

Or a hammock obstacle
with a big glass of obstacle lemonade?

Obstacles are problems,
challenges, things...

- Daddy, are you sad?
- No, no, baby.

Daddy's happy.

Got you something.

I'm not really hungry. But thanks.

I really do love you.
You know that, right?

I know I've...
I've been distant lately,

but I... didn't know how to tell you,

or even what to tell you.
I didn't know what to do.

About?

About my flash forward.

I told you I saw myself
on the beach at our wedding.

That was a lie.
I didn't see anything.

Only darkness. Nothingness.

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

Tonight, I met all these people
just like me.

No visions. No hope.

They were just...

...waiting to die.

I don't want to be like that.

I don't want to be like that.
I want to be here with you.

- Dem.
- Yes?

I know what I saw. The beach.

Our wedding.

I know you were there.

You got to know how much I wanted that.

I wanted to marry you,
have a baby with you,

- grow old with you.
- It was a mistake.

You just made a mistake. There's
no way of knowing for sure, so...

Zoey, I'm sure.

I'm sure. Listen to me.

I love you.

I love you. You are
the life that I wanted.

Then let's have that life.

- Zoe.
- We can have that life.

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

We have two conflicting visions. We can
choose which one we want to believe in.

I choose hope.

You're right.

- Thanks for coming out.
- Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

That's why I called you out, actually.

I thought you might be upset with me,
sir, for telling you what I told you.

I've spent the last few weeks...

...tortured by what I saw.

Up and down. Living in limbo.

But your story, what you told me...

You've finally given me some peace.

And I was hoping, maybe,
I could return the favor.

Wow.

You won't be the first screwed-up vet
this place has hired.

- Aaron, thank you.
- No, thank you.

You're a real artist.
You could totally sell these.

Thanks.

I'd give them away for nothing
if somebody could help me find her.

Thanks. So you don't remember her name
or where she lives?

I remember the images,
but I just can't put them together.

But you remember how you felt about her?

Oh, yeah.

- You have to find her, Bryce.
- How? She could be anywhere.

Well, look at your paintings.
Look at her. It's Japan. It has to be.

Do you have any idea
how many people live in Japan?

Put your story up on Mosaic.

Even if she doesn't see it, someone
she knows might. It's worth a shot.

- Morning, guys.
- Morning.

- You coming to the meeting?
- You go ahead. Demetri.

- Yeah.
- I left something on your desk.

Can you make sure
it gets into the right hands?

Yeah. See you later.

We've got this Raynaud guy in custody.
Now what?

He's still refusing to name names,
give us an idea of who's in charge.

My sense is these people aren't killers,
just lost, aggressive nihilists.

Your sense? You've got to do better
than that, Mark. You can break any perp.

You've gotta change your approach.

No. Raynaud's different.
Can't threaten him with anything.

He's got nothing to lose.

He has seen his future and it is bleak.

He doesn't even know
how it's gonna happen.

It could be a fall, a fight,
a shooting, a car accident.

The possibilities are infinite.

The guy is walking on eggshells
every minute of the day

just waiting for the hammer to drop.

Hello?

Al, I just got off the phone
with the hospital.

They took her off life support
an hour ago.

I'm sorry, Al. She's gone.

Every day he wakes up wondering
if today is the day. If today is the day

his future's finally
gonna catch up with him.

What's gonna happen to her children?

It looks like the kids will
have to be placed in foster care.

Those two boys are orphans...

...because of me?

No. Celia's death was an accident,
OK? It could've happened to anyone.

But it didn't. It was my fault.

I killed her.

- ... that doesn't change any...
- Stop. Stop!

- Al!
- Al!

- Al!
- No, no, no.

- Al!
- Talk to us, Al.

Just talk to us. We can fix this.

We can find her. We can find Celia.
We can protect her.

Anything you need, we can find
a way to make it happen, son.

- Come on, Al.
- It can happen anytime, anywhere.

I don't even know how it happens.

Al, listen to me. You're alive
six months from now. You saw it!

- Man, you saw it!
- But if I'm not here...

- Come on. Get down.
- If I'm not here...

...that means we can change things.
- Al, please, get down.

What I saw...

I killed her.

...what you saw...

...doesn't have to play out that way.

- Al, what are you talking about?
- I found a way to change the game.

Al, listen to me.
Celia's death was an accident, OK?

A terrible, random accident.

There's nothing you could've done
to avoid this. Nothing.

Al! Al!

No!

"Dear Celia.

I don't know your last name
and I don't know where you live.

But I know you have two young boys.

Twins, I believe.

And I know you didn't have
a flash forward.

I understand how terrifying that is...

...and how powerless
you must be feeling.

But I want you to know
that you are not alone,

and that your situation
is not as hopeless as you think.

Our paths were meant to cross.

I didn't know how. I didn't know when.

But things have changed now.

Things are no longer going
to unfold as I had feared.

My gift to you
is release from that dread...

...from the feeling
that you're no longer in control.

We will never meet.

I will never know you.

So live your life.

Live every day.

And know that the future is unwritten.

Make the most of that. "

Hi, Dad.