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On October 6th,
the planet blacked out

for two minutes and 17 seconds.

The whole world saw the future.

On March 15, 2010,
you are going to be murdered.

- Your briefing, it say who killed me?
- I have to end this call now.

- My daughter's alive.
- Hi, Dad.

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

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

NSA finally sent back
a new rendering of Suspect Zero.

- What's on his hand?
- Looks like a ring.

This morning,
I was thinking about committing suicide.

- Oh, my God.
- Everything's changed for me now.

- Who's the woman?
- She was in my vision.

In my flash forward, I saw this symbol.

- It's a Japanese letter.
- What's it mean?

"Believe. "

See there, there...

...and there.
- It's metastasized.

To the liver.

But no sign of it in the lungs or bones?

No.

Look, we hoped this treatment
would have stopped the growth.

It doesn't seem to have had an effect.

What about hormone therapy?

Bryce, you're Stage Four.

It's not likely to do much,
except make you feel lousy.

I... I feel all right now.

That's not atypical
for this type of cancer.

I'm gonna be straight with you, Bryce.

We're running out of options.
We could try another round of chemo.

I have patients, at this point,
who have gotten into clinical trials.

How long have I got?

Come on.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

Didn't you see me there?

Hello?

Hello? Pal, I'm talking to you.

What are you doing?

Hey!

No, no, no! Come on!

All right! Come on. What are you, nuts?

You made your point.
This is a cherry '63 T-Bird!

Yeah, yeah, I wanna report
a hit and run. He's still hitting me!

You made your point!

All right, OK. OK. It's all right.

You are so dead, man. You hear me?

You're dead!

Dr. Varley,
she's oozing an awful lot.

What was her platelet count,
hemoglobin and coags, pre-op?

I'm sorry.
Her, her platelets were, uh...

Platelets, 80,000.
Hemoglobin, ten point five.

- Looks like a cirrhotic to me.
- Is she a drinker, Dr. Varley?

- I'm sorry...
- Come on, Bryce.

Maneesh, I'm gonna need some FFP,

and two units of packed red blood cells
as soon as you can get 'em.

She's oozing everywhere we cut.

Send a DIC panel, and hang a banana bag
with two grams of mag.

Dr. Benford, I'm sorry.

I think you need to think seriously

about whether or not
you're committed to this profession.

I don't know where I belong.
I'm not a very good doctor.

- I never have been, really.
- It wasn't what you wanted?

I don't know what I want.

I just... did it.

And... now I'm here.

Have you told your family,
your colleagues, about your illness?

My family's been through enough,
Dr. Flemming.

With my dad dying of lung cancer
for three years...

- It was a nightmare.
- What about your colleagues?

- Surely they would understand.
- I don't want their pity.

Pity?

Bryce.

You need support right now. That's
what's gonna get you through this.

Nothing's gonna get me through this.

My diagnosis is terminal.

You don't know
what the future holds.

None of us do, really.

Yourjob
is to take care of yourself, Bryce,

to try and have the best life you can,
for as long as you can.

Live each day doing what feels right.

All right? Here you go.

You're really here.

Pleased to meet you.

Please speak more slowly.

What's your name?

I love you.

Please sit down.

How are you feeling today?

I hope you are well.

Can you give me the directions?

I am lost.

Who are you?

What do you want?

- Yeah?
- Hey. How's Tracy?

She's, uh... She's pretty shut down.

Terrified Jericho's
gonna come and find her.

Well, I've been
looking into that for you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Unfortunately,
private military contractors

like Jericho and Blackwater
are harder to break into than Fort Knox.

- That's what I was afraid of.
- Yeah,

but this outfit's headquartered in
Santa Monica, right in our own backyard.

Working out of the Burroughs Foundation
for International Peace.

Some kind of think tank.

- Think tank?
- Yep.

It's gonna take a higher
security clearance than I have

to get much beyond that. Hold on.

Hey, Livy! Your phone's ringing.

- Babe, can you get it?
- Gotta go.

I'll put out some more feelers,
all right?

Yeah.

Who is it?

- Who was it?
- What is this?

It's this weird text I got.

- Who... Who sent it?
- I have no idea.

And you... figured you...
you wouldn't mention it?

You already told me about the drinking
before I got a chance to bring it up.

Since we talked about it, the phone
thing didn't seem like such a big deal.

I gotta get dressed.

Hey, Bryce.
Nice job with that tension pneumo.

Thanks.

- You OK?
- Yeah, yeah.

- You look sick.
- I'm... I'm OK.

- Come here.
- I'm... I'm all right.

You're not febrile,
but you're really pale.

Go home.
I'll have Cynthia cover your shift.

- I'm gonna be OK. I just need a minute.
- Bryce. Hey, hey, hey. Come here.

- Come sit. You look terrible.
- I'm just... I'm just tired.

Graphia says you almost passed out
during grand rounds last week.

- Wanna tell me what's going on?
- It's nothing.

- Oh, we don't need to do that.
- Come on.

Why do you have a central line?

Uh...

It's for the chemo.

Chemo?

I have renal cell carcinoma.

Stage Four.

How long have you known?

About a year.

Had my kidney out
just before I started here.

This is why you tried to kill yourself
that da... Oh, Bryce.

I was terrified. I didn't think
that I could face the prospect of dying.

I didn't want to put
my family through that.

I can't believe you have
been going through this alone.

- I can't believe I didn't see it.
- It hasn't been that bad so far.

It's rough for a few days after chemo,
but then I bounce back.

Anyway, since the blackout,
things are different now.

I'm gonna be OK.

I've got something to live for.

It's hot.

I forgot the cheese.

- I don't need the cheese.
- Well...

It smells great.

When I was in the military,
this crazy staff sergeant in my detail

made the best food
I ever threw a lip over.

- What?
- I can't do this.

Do what?

Have you drinking here.

It's just a glass of wine.

Doesn't matter. A glass of wine...

...or a fifth of vodka.

Just doesn't work for me.

Come on, Dad. Relax.
I'm not asking you to drink.

That's not the point.
I can't be in the same room as it.

- You understand?
- After everything I've been through,

you telling me
I can't have a glass of wine?

I'm 24 years old and I've been
through hell. I can't have a drink?

Baby, I'm not talking about
what you can or can't do.

I'm telling you... what I can't do.

This is good.

Fine. I'll go somewhere else.

The NSA's digital forensics team
uncovered this symbol

on Suspect Zero's ring.

- Alpha.
- And it could mean anything.

The angle of attack in aerodynamics,
the brightest star in a constellation.

- Alpha's the beginning of everything.
- If we can enhance the ring,

why can't we see his face?

We tried to rebuild that image from all
the various camera angles that we got,

but in one his skin was all blown out,

in another it was a raking profile,
and so on. The ring was much easier.

It has hard edges
and a reflective surface.

We captured still images
as the hand moved,

we replaced pixels,
and then built a 3-D model of it.

Frankly, we were hoping the NSA
would provide us an analysis of the ring

that was a little more substantial.

To tell you the truth, I'm uncomfortable
talking in this particular group.

Uncomfortable?

Look, Ms. Levy,
we don't have time to play games.

OK, I'll be blunt, Mr. Wedeck.

One of the members of your Mosaic task
force has been red-flagged by the NSA.

What? Who?

A couple of months ago, our wiretapping
program intercepted a phone call

whose origins had been professionally
concealed to a Bureau cell phone.

Whose phone?

Agent Noh's.

Since when do you guys wiretap the FBI?

Homeland security
is the number one priority.

- What do you mean, "Homeland security?"
- Maybe it's your call, from the woman.

- Yeah, about your murder.
- Right.

Are you saying that
you have a recording of that call?

How do I get it?

I'm sorry. It's classified Sigint,
signals intelligence.

The woman told me I was gonna
be murdered on March 15th.

I'm running out of time.

So if you have any information
on why I'm gonna be killed...

- I'm not authorized...
- Come on!

Call whoever you need to call to make
it happen! How about that, Ms. Levy?

Let me make a call.

You just said,
"Where is the toilet, Los Angeles?"

Let me see that book a sec.

It's so cool. You're learning a whole
language for someone you haven't met.

But I am gonna meet her.

I know it.

Wow. I'm hearing myself,
and I sound crazy.

But it's a good kind of crazy.
Love crazy.

You think?

- Hey.
- Didn't see you there.

Yeah, I came in late.

Yeah? What's up?

I'm really struggling, Aaron.

Things were going great at home...
or better, at least.

Then this thing happened.

Someone sent Olivia a text telling her
I was drinking in my flash forward.

- Who would do that?
- I don't know. I only told two people.

It's kind of freaking me out, you know?

- That's weird.
- Yeah.

You trying to say something to me, Mark?

Like I said, I only told two people.

Do you know how many hours
I've spent listening to your crap?

- Your doubt, your self-pity?
- Thought you were my sponsor.

That's right. But that doesn't mean
I'm your punching bag.

I think I have the right to ask you

if you're communicating with my wife
behind my back.

You son of a bitch.

After all the time we've known
each other, you think I would do that?

- I don't know what to think anymore.
- You don't know?

You don't know.
Here's some food for thought.

Why don't you get a new sponsor?

Someone you can really trust.

- Got it.
- What?

- Demetri's phone call.
- OK.

I'm taking it down
to audio forensics right now.

OK.

- Can I ask you something?
- What?

Did you send Olivia a text?

Your wife?
Why would I send your wife a text?

Well, someone did.

Telling her I was drunk
in my flash forward.

You're one of only two people I've told.

- So?
- So, as I recall,

you were pretty pissed
that I was drinking

and the implications
that had for our investigation.

Oh, I see. You were thinking I was...

...so angry and so petty that
I'd run out and text your wife about it.

Get out of my office, Benford.
I don't want to see your face right now.

Your accent is really improving,
Dr. Varley.

Well, if nothing else, I'll come out of
this having learned a second language.

So how's the search
for your young woman?

Well, no response to my Mosaic posting
yet, but, I did finish my drawing.

You want to see it?

She's quite beautiful.

I was thinking about
posting it on the Web.

Well, at least you know
where she likes to eat.

What do you mean?

Sushi Arahida. It's a restaurant
in Tsukuba, not that far from Tokyo.

I taught at the university there.

Is it possible there's more than
one restaurant with this name in...

...Tsukuba?
- Oh, I doubt it.

Not with this same logo.

It's a little, tiny place.
She's probably a local.

Ms. Kondo, in my flash forward,
I was sitting in a Japanese restaurant.

- Maybe it's this Sushi Arahida.
- Maybe.

Thank you!

Oh, Bryce? Dr. Varley.

- Do you have a minute? Hey.
- Yeah.

Uh, so listen, maybe it's none of my
business, but I made a few calls,

did a little bit of research, and
there are some good options out there.

- I appreciate...
- This friend from medical school

is running an experimental trial
with Trifectumab

out of MD Anderson in Houston.

- So I made a call, and you're in.
- Thank you.

No. Are you kidding?
It's the least I can do.

- Here.
- I've read about Trifectumab.

I'm not sure
about the side effects, though.

We're talking about your life.
Now's not the time to be conservative.

Dr. Benford, thank you. Um...

But you don't understand, uh...

Because of my flash forward, I know
that I have something to live for.

I can't take a drug
that might kill me or make me sicker.

OK, Bryce,
you're only gonna hear me say this once.

Maybe the reason you are alive
in your flash forward

is because you're gonna
take this drug and get better.

Bryce, don't give up on me. Please.

Come here.

Go to Houston.

You need a couple of days,
take a couple of days.

There is no
delicate way to say this,

but on March 15, 2010...

...you are going to be murdered.

Wow, it's even worse
hearing it a second time.

We've analyzed the ambient noise,
and we've come up with a potential lead.

Lead? What kind of a lead?

- Listen to this.
- There is no delicate way...

Now, I stripped away
everything but the background noise.

- We found...
- You found cheesy electronic music.

Oh, no, no. Not just any
cheesy electronic music, my friend.

It's the Symphony of Lights, the world's
largest outdoor light and music show.

It plays every night
in Hong Kong Harbor.

Wanna take a little trip?

I'm sorry,
but I just can't send you to China

after that CIA idiot accused them
of causing the blackout.

Relations between the two countries
are tense enough as it is.

I want to solve Demetri's
potential murder as much as anyone,

but even if she made the call
from Hong Kong,

there's nothing to say
she's still there.

She concealed the origins of her call,
Stan. That makes her a suspect.

We have to find out
who she is and what else she knows.

I promise I'll have our Legats guy
in Asia try and track her down,

but I need you here. You're not
going to Hong Kong. End of story.

Hey.

We're going.

- What?
- Hong Kong.

- Wedeck's gonna be pissed.
- Mm-hmm.

He'll get over it.

I'm sorry.

Is this your daughter?

Is this your daughter?
Is this your sister?

They told me at the restaurant
she lived here.

I came all the way from Los Angeles.
Is this Keiko's...

Do you know... Keiko?

I'm such an idiot. I traveled more than
5,000 miles because of a T-shirt?

- What was I thinking?
- You were gonna find

the woman you love.

But I didn't.

Now you know her name.
That's something.

I don't even know
if it's her real name.

I went to the university,
I went back to the restaurant.

No one can tell me anything.

I don't know how long
I can wait, Nicole.

Maybe you're just trying
to rush things that can't be rushed.

Sometimes you just gotta be patient.

Isn't that how love works?

I don't know. Maybe I misinterpreted
the whole thing. Maybe it's...

...it's just some kind of fantasy.

A really good way
to run away from my life.

Bryce, come home.

Come home.

Hey. Can I come in?

- What do you want?
- To talk.

- I was out of line.
- Yeah, you were.

I've been a little stressed...

For God's sakes.
You're the only one dealing with issues?

Of course I don't. I know you're
dealing with the whole Tracy thing.

You have no idea what I've been dealing
with, so why don't you shut the hell up.

Yeah, Tracy's back.
But she's not the person she used to be.

That person is dead.

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

You don't get it.

She's broken, angry, scared.

She drinks herself to sleep every night.

She's a messed up alcoholic, Mark.

And I'm to blame. For all of it.

She enlisted
because she wanted to be just like me.

And now she drinks, just like me.

There's not a damn thing
I can do about it.

Look, we've crossed a line here,
for better or worse.

So...

...I don't think I can be
your sponsor anymore, Mark. I'm sorry.

But I could really use a friend.

You got it.

Welcome to Los Angeles.
Enjoy your stay.

Welcome to Los Angeles.