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On October 6th,
the planet blacked out

for two minutes and 17 seconds.

The whole world saw the future.

- Tell me.
- It's a girl.

You disappear to Los Angeles.
You don't return my calls.

I'm worried about you. We all are.

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

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

I need a favor.
A big favor. It's for Tracy.

Hi, Dad.

What I saw, what you saw,
doesn't have to play out that way.

- What are you talking about?
- I found a way to change the game.

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.

They saw FBI Agent Al Gough
alive on April 29th.

What this guy apparently
was trying to show us is

we can't take what we saw for granted.

Bottom line is this is a
new world, this is a new day,

and I just think we need to
take a moment and let that sink in.

What we need to have answered
right now is the question,

is there going to be another
world blackout? People are terrified.

Let's get back
to the big question.

- The big question.
- Do we have free will?

The central question
of human existence for millennia.

If this is supposed to be
your resignation, you can forget it.

You're not gonna let me explain myself?

You were attacked, you were shot.

You returned to duty to find out
a co-worker jumped off a building.

Am I in the right ballpark here?

My life's not making a whole lot
of sense right now,

and I think I need a little time off
to figure it out.

Totally understandable,
but I need you here.

I know we've been shorthanded
since the blackout.

But ever since Gough...

- Since Al...
- This isn't about Al.

Yes, it is.

When I found out about
what he did and why he did it,

it just really made me think
about my own future.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Do I lean into what I saw?

Do I fight it?

What if my getting shot was...

I don't even know, some...
some sort of a sign

that this baby's not meant to be?

You're gonna let a bullet decide

whether or not
you bring a baby into this world?

If Al's death proved anything,
it's that our choices still matter.

Now, more than ever.

Well, I believe, without reservation

or recrimination, that your card...

...is the ace of spades!

Well, that certainly
answers that question.

I've been wondering how a Nobel finalist

and the recipient of the MacArthur Prize
spends his idle moments.

This isn't the time or the place, Simon.

You've dropped off the radar, Lloyd,
without so much as a phone call.

I've had to check myself into the
hospital to have my bruised ego X-rayed.

Hello, Dylan. Remember me?

"Why, this is not my pancake!"

We're not having this discussion
in front of my son.

Yeah, well, I'm done having you dictate
when and where we talk.

Myhill forwarded me
the email you sent him.

- I call it a suicide note.
- It's the only logical move.

If you're hell-bent on self-destruction,
I suppose it is.

I still have doubts as to the cause
of the blackout.

Our experiment killed 20 million people,
Simon. Twenty million.

Look, the world has been upended.
People need answers.

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

All right. I guess we have to
leave this room sometime.

No, no, no. I have a reservation
with the hotel that says different.

Oh.

Plus, you haven't opened your gift yet.

Hmm! What's this?

Just a little something to celebrate.

- Oh, what are we celebrating?
- Second chances, I guess.

And the fact that we can
change the things we saw.

I never thought we couldn't, Mark.

It's the office.

I told them not to call unless
it was an emergency, I promise.

- Yeah?
- Hey, it's me.

This better be good, Dem.

Yeah, I'm sorry, man. Something came up.
Did you bring your laptop?

Yeah.

I'm sending you some video we got
from Barstow PD this morning.

Remember when you had Marcie plug the
clues off the Mosaic board into NCIC?

- You've got something?
- Yeah. Barstow PD caught a homicide.

Eyewitness managed to record it
on her cell phone.

When it hit the system,
NCIC kicked back a red flag.

- Why?
- Stay tuned, man.

I'm headed back right now.

What do we have? Anything that might
help us ID our tattooed friend?

Not really. The victim, Neil Parofsky,
is an aeronautics engineer.

Works out of El Segundo. Watch, wallet
missing, everybody's thinking robbery.

Is that confirmed by whoever
shot the cell phone video?

Ingrid Alvarez. Yeah, she saw Parofsky
hand something over before he got shot,

- so she thought it was a mugging, too.
- Great.

First day back?

I should've gotten you flowers.

They're for your wife.
For stitching me back together.

And these are for you. Hard copy stills
taken from that cell phone.

Video forensics enhanced the images
as best as they could.

Now we just gotta figure out

why someone would want to hit
an engineer from El Segundo.

Have Vreede get into Parofsky's life.

Friends, family,
bank accounts, whatever.

- All right, what are we gonna do?
- What was the name of that eyewitness?

- Ingrid Alvarez.
- We'll be talking to her.

If the guy in her video
is one of the men I saw in my vision,

this is our best lead so far,
our only lead,

on putting him away now.

Find out who sent him. And make sure
he never shows up here on April 29th.

Al sacrificed himself to prove
we could change the future.

So let's change it.

Hey, honey.

Everything OK?

- Hey!
- You're... You're back early.

Yeah. Mark had a work thing.

So, what's going on here?

Oh, the usual.
You haven't been gone that long.

It's all right. It's all right.

- It's all right, baby.
- Don't...

I'm sorry. I'm... sorry.

- Tracy...
- I'm sorry.

It's pathetic.
Waking up every damn day like this.

- Maybe if you just talk about it.
- I told you...

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I'm not giving you
a choice anymore.

I've been grieving for you
for two years, Trace.

Hell, I even had your grave exhumed
two months ago

because I was convinced that you were...

...you were alive.

If you want to keep hiding out here,

if you want me to pretend to the world,
your mom included,

that you're still dead,
you have to tell me what happened.

After what I saw in my flash forward,
I'd believe anything at this point.

Listen to me, Trace.
Four months from now,

I'm gonna be sitting
by your side in Afghanistan.

You saw it. And I saw it.
Isn't that why you came home?

Obviously, at some point, I'm gonna
get involved with whatever it is.

So let's just cut to the chase
and get started.

How about the Simcoe boy?
He was supposed to be discharged

- while I was gone.
- Not yet.

He was complaining of calf pain,
so we removed the cast,

did a Doppler and the kid's got DVT.

You're kidding me? Man, I am gonna be a
grandmother before this boy goes home.

I don't get it. Why are you
so anxious to get rid of him?

Is it his dad, Mr. Simcoe?

- What makes you say that?
- Just that...

You guys have a weird relationship.

I mean, every time he comes around
you get crazy tense and...

Dr. Benford. Actually, Dr. Varley
just told me about Dylan's status.

But what are the ramifications...

Would it be safe
to leave the boy for a while?

I see you have him on heparin.

Now, the risk of complications
at that dose is relatively minimal.

- Is that correct?
- I'm sorry, you are?

- Good question.
- Friend of the family.

Frankly, I was hoping to pry Lloyd
away from the hospital for a while.

A steak dinner, some fraternal martinis.
Think you could sanction that?

The boy is, essentially,
ready to be discharged,

if I've read his chart correctly.

May I?

Yeah. Barring any complications,

I see no reason why Dylan couldn't
go home in the next couple of days.

Well, it's settled, then.

You've been absolved of any guilt,
parental or otherwise.

Lovely. Thank you very much
for your help.

Of course. Dr. Varley.

Nice legs. Are you
sleeping with that woman?

- That is none of your concern, Simon.
- Everything you do is my concern now,

since you pressed "send"
on that idiotic email of yours.

Which brings me
to the purpose of my visit.

I'm going public with or without
Myhill's cooperation. Or yours.

Good luck getting anyone to believe you.

- Good luck stopping me.
- It appears we're at an impasse.

There are two ways to settle this.
The first is, oh, so tawdry and public.

Make a general annoyance out of myself.
Kick over as many anthills as possible.

Enough, Simon.

Or we settle this
in a more civilized manner.

Define "civilized. "

Remember how we settled whose name'd
go first on the application

for the Sloan Fellowship?

Texas Hold 'Em. No holds barred.

You win, we go public,
hang ourselves out to dry.

I win, you keep your mouth shut,
any guilt in check,

and we buy ourselves some more time.

You want to wager the fate
of millions of people

on the outcome of a poker game?

The gods did it all the time.
Dice, chess, whatever took their fancy.

They loved tinkering
with the lives of those mere mortals.

We're not gods, Simon.

Twenty million deaths on our shoulders,
isn't that what you said?

If that doesn't qualify us for godhood,
tell me... what does?

Let the games begin.

Hey, what's Barstow PD
doing here?

Let's hope three-star guy
didn't get to our witness.

Do you think she drives a gold sedan?

Maybe not anymore.

Special Agent Benford, FBI.

Detective Rick Malchiodi, Barstow PD.

We think your victim might be
an eyewitness in a homicide.

- That's a hell of a coincidence.
- How's that?

Roommate says
she witnessed a homicide, too.

- Her roommate?
- Yeah. Alvarez. Ingrid Alvarez.

Came home from work,
found her roommate there,

double-tapped to the side of her head.
Looks like they got the wrong roommate.

I believe it's to you.

How much do you
want to give me this round?

Twenty-five hundred.

I hope you don't drag
this game out as long as the last one.

When you lose,
you'll be able to console yourself

that I've prevented you
from confessing to a mass murder.

Manchester figure of speech.

Twenty-five hundred. I'll call.

I don't understand.
You're saying they killed Blanca,

- but they were trying to kill me?
- That's what it looks like to us, yes.

And it's because of
what happened in the alley?

Now, Ingrid, what exactly
did happen in the alley?

We have the video, but it would
really help us to get your account.

I was working late.
Me and one of my clerks.

- Can't say I see you as a blonde.
- I can't see you as a rock star,

but that's what you say your vision was.

- I was locking up.
- Want me to walk you to your car?

- It's late.
- I'll be fine.

I went to my car. But there
were men in the alley. Three of them.

They were fighting, arguing,
but I couldn't hear what about.

- But when it got physical, I hid.
- Where is it?

I called 911, but they put me on hold.

I still can't believe I stayed
calm enough to think to use my phone.

My hand was shaking so much.

Now, you told the police
the victim gave the other men something

right before they shot him?

They were arguing
about a case or something.

- But I didn't see what it was.
- What about the faces of the men?

Do you think you could describe them?

I didn't get a very good look. But
I think one of them maybe had gray hair.

The other one was bald and he was
big, muscular. It was very dark.

We're gonna sit you down
with a sketch artist, all right?

Whatever you can give us,
if you can remember anything else,

it could be a big help. OK?

As they were walking away,
they were talking about something.

It sounded like "QED."

Thank you.

You guys read about that Inevitability
Index thing that's been in the papers?

Five thousand.

It's a scam. Some entrepreneurial
huckster's attempt to sell the idea

that the odds of the future happening
can be "calculated. " It's all rubbish.

Fate is fate.
We're not responsible, Lloyd.

- What about free will?
- No such thing.

Oh, since when did you become
such a hard determinist?

Simple quantum suicide theory.

I will win this hand and every
subsequent hand we play, ad infinitum.

QED.

Don't you get tired
of hearing yourself pontificate?

Don't you get tired
of being a self-righteous prig?

We're scientists, not attention-seeking
reality show contestants

looking for their 15 minutes of fame
on a talk show.

- You always do this.
- What's that?

Use intellectual argument
to defend your behavior.

- What?
- OK, so you sleep with Cabrini's wife

and you call it electromagnetism.
Fire your assistant, blame it on Darwin.

- Shut up.
- You've upended the entire world

and you hide behind
determinist rhetoric.

You're not the only one
who's lost someone.

Oh, who, Simon?

Who have you ever cared about?

I'll call.

You see, I knew you were bluffing
this entire time. You know why?

Because there's no such thing
as luck, or fate,

or "there but for the grace of God... "

This game is pointless.
I've already won.

The future's already happened.
Fighting it is futile.

Hey, Nicole.
Nicole? Hey. You OK?

Sorry. My mind wandered.

- Guessing Mark told you what I saw.
- He did, yeah.

But only 'cause he's worried about you.
We both are.

You don't have to be. I'm gonna be fine.

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

Hey, crazy huge floral delivery for
the quintuplets. Can you give me a hand?

Go, go, go.

Don't worry, Olivia.
You know, we can change what we saw.

Just like we could before the blackout.

Everything's back to being
up to us again.

Dad.

My Humvee got attacked.

Yeah. Your friend Mike told me that.

But that was two years ago, Trace.
Why didn't you go back to your base?

I couldn't. The attack.
We were fired on by supposed friendlies.

- Marines?
- Jericho PMC.

- Private military contractors.
- I've heard about them.

- That doesn't explain...
- Jericho works for the military,

which means that
I can't trust the military...

Hold on a second. Why would you say
you can't trust the military?

About two weeks before
my Humvee was attacked,

I was working long-range recon on this
village in the foothills near Kunar.

I was alone.

Orders were to stay covert
so the locals wouldn't see me,

but there must've been
someone else out there.

Jericho.

And I watched them.

I watched...
as they wiped out a village.

They killed women...
and they butchered children.

- They slaughtered them.
- Why? Why would they wanna do that?

I don't know, but I told my superior
officer and about a week later,

Mike and I pulled duty at a forward
roadblock near the Kalakata mountains.

And, out of nowhere,
a Hajji truck breached our roadblock.

We took off after them.

- Damn!
- Embrace the suck, Stark.

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

Burro! Burro! We're gonna get waxed! Go!

- Help!
- Get out!

I don't know how I survived.
I thought I was the only one.

What's going on?
You sounded freaked when you called.

- Did you slip or something?
- No, no, no. I just...

Look. I didn't believe it myself.

I took this picture at my house.

Oh, my God. It's Tracy.

- How?
- How...

Tracy would kill me if she knew
I was talking to you, but...

She was in a Humvee
with three other soldiers.

It got blown to hell, a bloody mess,
body parts everywhere.

- Including her leg. The DNA.
- Right.

- It got basically thrown into the mix.
- And where has she...

What has she been doing
for the past two years?

This is what I need to talk to you
about. Basically, she's been on the run.

She saw something she shouldn't have,
and got in trouble with Jericho.

- They're this... Yeah.
- Yeah. Military contractors.

They were the ones who attacked her.

I know this sounds like something out
of a Baldacci novel or something, but...

...Tracy was dead,
and now she's alive, so I...

I really need your help, Mark.

'Cause Tracy's scared to death
of these Jericho guys,

and I'm afraid
they're gonna try and find her.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I saw something today.

It got me thinking that if this person's
future could come true...

...and it did,
even though it seemed impossible,

then maybe these visions are more
set in stone than we thought.

Or maybe we have to work
that much harder.

You're right. You're right.

- Hey, did you open my gift?
- Oh, they're lovely.

You didn't put them on?

I figured you'd just
take them right off again.

Right.

We can change things, Mark.

We just have to decide
how badly we want to.

How far we're willing to go
to make it happen.

But I say there's nothing,

nothing that we shouldn't
be willing to do for one another.

- So what are you suggesting?
- Set a trap for our suspects.

Draw them out.

I know a lot's changed lately, but
we still don't use civilians as bait.

Ingrid knows the risks.

Then work the case.
Work the Parofsky angle.

We've been doing that.

Parofsky was chief engineer
at Micro-Circadian Electronics.

He was recently let go
on suspicion of corporate espionage.

What if Parofsky is selling his work
to the highest bidder?

Ingrid did say they took a package
from him right before they shot him.

What was in there
was valuable enough to kill for.

Look, Stan, it's a real lead. Ingrid's
gonna be protected on this. I promise.

What makes you so sure
they'd try to hit her tonight?

They already tried to kill Ingrid once.

If we get the word out
we're gonna release her from custody,

- they might try again.
- Why do you say that?

We went to Utah,
D. Gibbons knew we were coming.

You unearth the Somalia photos, five
minutes later we're getting shot at.

Whoever we're investigating knows
what we're doing before we do it.

- You think we've got a mole.
- We have a mole.

Two men with assault rifles
are gonna get into this building

five months from now.
And someone's gonna let them in.

We catch these guys tonight, we can
finally put a face on our enemy.

Careful, it's hot.

Guess there's no chance
of getting any bourbon in there.

Probably not a good one, no.

When'd you start
drinking whiskey anyway?

I told Mark Benford.

- You what?
- He can help.

Are you insane?
You don't know these people, Dad.

I gotta get out of here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a sec...

I came to this house because I thought
I'd be safe. That was a big mistake.

Mark's a Fed, Trace.
I mean, he's practically family.

The second that Jericho knows I'm alive,
they will find me and they'll kill me.

That's not true.
Don't you remember your flash forward?

The fact that you even had one
proves that you're gonna be alive.

I was with you.
I gave you my pocketknife.

You were on a cot, fell asleep.
We were in some kind of bunker or cave,

surrounded by guards.

There was graffiti all over the walls.
I think somebody was calling my name.

Then I stepped outside.
There was a man out there.

He was concerned about you.
He said something strange.

Yeah, the account has been verified.

Then I gave him an envelope.
I don't know what was in it.

"The accounts have been verified. "
Does that mean something to you?

No. But, this guy,
what did he look like?

- Tall, dark. Scar.
- Khamir. Khamir Dejan.

He was a field medic with the IMC.
He... He took care of me. He...

He got me back together.

That's why I left. I was so afraid that
Jericho would kill Khamir to get to me.

That's not gonna happen.
Five months from now, he's alive.

I saw him.
All three of us were there, Trace.

How can you be so sure that everything
we saw will still come true?

Enough of mine has come true
already that... I'm a believer.

You came back to me, Trace. Didn't you?

I don't know what could drag us both
back to Afghanistan,

but I have to trust what I saw.

The area is secure. We're good.

Roger that. All units, stay on tact two.

These guys are pros. Former military,
based on that video we saw.

Ingrid, you have a lot of amazing birds.

My babies. The only real family
I've ever had.

Each one of them is special to me.

It's hard to believe
I ever thought of giving them up.

- What do you mean?
- My flash forward.

In my vision,
I wasn't working at the store anymore.

I had blonde hair
and I was living in New York.

So, the next day, I put it up for sale.

Since we're standing here, I'm guessing
you didn't have a whole lot of buyers?

It was all for the best.
I don't know what I was thinking,

planning on changing my life for
a future that might not even come true.

Are we keeping you awake, cupcake?

I'm sorry, man.
I was up late with Zoey last night.

I told her what happens to me.
What's gonna happen to me.

Supposed to happen to me.

She wants me to quit,
get out of the line of fire, I guess.

Are you... thinking about it?

I wasn't. I mean... Who knows?

I quit, I get hit by a bus, right?
That's my luck.

Whatever, right?
What am I supposed to do,

become a barista
until my date with death?

That's one way to go.

When this is over,
whether it's tonight or later...

...I'd like for you
to have one of my cockatiels.

Oh, no, no.

A thank you gift.
Don't make me insist.

Ingrid, if you truly loved your birds,
you're not gonna wanna give one to me.

But thank you. It's very sweet.

- What was that?
- Stay here.

Saber-Two, this is Saber-One.

- Saber-Two, go.
- I think I may have some movement here.

You want us to move in on your position?

Could be nothing.
Let me check it out first.

Saber-Two, we have a breach.

Saber-Two, all units!
Surround the perimeter! Nobody gets out!

Mark!
I've got Ingrid covered in back.

Freeze! Mark!

You saw him turning on me.
He was making a move.

It was dark.

I didn't get a good look.

But I do know
we can't interrogate a dead man.

- What does this all mean?
- I'm sorry.

But one of the men you saw
is still out there,

and he's not gonna stop
until he finds you.

We need to put you
in Witness Protection.

That's OK. I think that's my future.

I should have trusted my gut all along.

Judging from your dwindling amount
of chips, the pain is almost over.

What are you thinking over there, mate?
Maybe you got a pair of eights.

Working a full boat.
How much do you have left?

Just under 15.

Five thousand.

Thank you.

Why don't we make this hand
winner take all?

If you win, we'll go public.

But, of course, I'll win,
and you'll keep your mouth shut.

Fine.

As a physicist, Lloyd,
you really are a genius.

But you were never very good
at concealing your tells.

Ouch.

Four of a kind for Mr. Campos.

Straight flush. Pot and game
to Mr. Simcoe. Congratulations.

Keep the chips.

Call it a tip.
I got what I came for.

How did you beat me?

Did I tell you Dylan really loves magic?
Sleight of hand's his favorite.

You know, there are some things
even I won't leave to chance.

That being said, I'll let you have the
first pass drafting the announcement.

All right?

Thanks for backing my play there.

I just want to make sure
I know which play it was.

Is this about taking Tattoo Man
off the streets or putting him under it?

What the hell are you talking about?

You said if we get this guy, we might
be able to change our futures.

- But?
- Look.

I just wanted to make sure
the plan here wasn't to kill him

so he can't kill me
or come after you in your office.

- Whatever gave you that idea?
- Because I had it.

The second you suggested Tattoo Man

might be the guy
who's supposed to kill me, I thought,

"I'm gonna kill him first. "

But now you think I actually did.

That I went that far.

I would have.

What are you

- doing here so late?
- Trusting my gut.

Hmm.

Your email said
you had something for me.

Yeah, I do. NSA finally sent back a new
rendering of that Suspect Zero photo.

- Hmm. Hmm. Looks like the old one.
- It is. This... is the new one.

What's that on his hand?

That looks like a ring.

Can the image be enhanced any further?

NSA's working on it right now, but
it took them this long to get this far.

Tell them to put their foot on the gas.

If we can tie this jewelry
to the guy wearing it,

we'll have our first
workable lead. Good job.

Hey!

Wow, you look like you had
a perfectly ordinary day.

Worse than ordinary?

Mark?

- I killed a man tonight.
- What happened?

I had a shot at changing my future...

...at changing our future.

- And I took it.
- Oh, Mark. Come here. Come here.

Maybe April 29th's just gonna be
another day at the office now.

What does that mean?

I, uh...

I told you, in my flash forward,
I was in danger, right?

A man was trying to kill me.

But, tonight, I got to him first.

I changed the future, Livy.

We have a second chance.

We have a second chance.

Hey.

Do you have them?

There's supposed to be seven.

After the first atom bomb test, you know
what a colleague of Oppenheimer's said?

"What a foul and awesome display. "

He then added,
"Now we are all sons of bitches. "