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On October 6th,
the planet blacked out

for two minutes and 17 seconds.

The whole world saw the future.

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 we caused the blackout.

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

He who foresees calamities
suffers them twice over.

D. Gibbons escaped.
We got a cell phone and a white queen.

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 15, 2010,
you are going to be murdered.

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

- We're going.
- 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 a hope
of my procuring, Ebenezer,

your freedom in the afterlife.

Tonight, you will be haunted
by three spirits.

Is that the chance
and hope you mentioned?

It is. Without their visits,
you cannot hope

to shun the path I have tread.

Expect the first tomorrow
when the bell tolls one.

Expect the second on
the next night, about the same hour.

Expect the third on the next night

when the last stroke of 12
ceases to vibrate.

Think we can find
the woman who called me?

Linguistics pegged your caller as
Iranian, from Tehran. London-educated.

How many Western Persian-speaking
women could there be in Hong Kong?

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

You really should
answer your cell.

It's your boss calling.

Marshall Vogel, FBI Legats Office,
Hong Kong.

Did you 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 17, 1977.

Potentially murdered March 15, 2010.

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

I know why you're looking for her.

This is a sovereign territory
of Communist China...

A country that ours believes
was responsible for the blackout.

You're here to offer help
is what you're saying.

"Go home" is what I'm saying.
If you catch the first flight back,

your jobs might still be there
waiting for you.

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

Hi, cupcake.

What part of "stay the hell out of Hong
Kong" did you two idiots not understand?

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.

- Why'd you tell him you lied to me?
- Because if things go south,

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

That's right, Terry.
We're live in Palo Alto

where 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...

They're gonna crucify us.

What's a little martyrdom
between friends?

Make sure you stick
to the points we discussed with Myhill.

The last thing we need is
your guilty conscience dragging us down.

What the hell does that mean?

You feel guilty because
your wife died. I get it.

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. Mum.
Understood?

I'd like to introduce you now

to our associate directors
of the Plasma Wakefield Program,

Dr. Lloyd Simcoe and Dr. Simon Campos.

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 reproduce the 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.

Please, please. If you could
just wait for a moment, please.

I will take questions in a minute.
Please.

I need to get
to the heart of the matter.

We are here today because we believe

that the global blackout
was precipitated by our experiment.

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

I will take questions in a minute.
Please. One moment.

Are you taking responsibility
for all the death

and damage caused by the blackout?

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 simply cannot
stop conducting experiments

because we are not
100 percent sure of the results.

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

Maybe Simcoe caused the blackout...

...and maybe he didn't.

Game's not over.

...in the work that we...
- NLAP will be releasing

an official statement
regarding this event.

We will be concluding this...

- We will conclude...
- Excuse me.

- Please, sir...
- Don't, Lloyd.

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.

We understand people are scared,

they think there's
going to be another blackout.

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,
Plasma-Wakefield experiments

are being put on hold indefinitely.

You think you can just apologize?

You killed my family!

Idiot! We talked about
having suspicions about our work

- contributing to a phenomenon.
- We needed to be definitive.

There is no "we. " You made that clear.
You've lost all objectivity.

You're ignoring the obvious
just to save your own skin!

Of course, it's called
the scientific method.

It's about collecting
empirical evidence.

Until we can prove
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.

- 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 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 found out he wasn't on the plane.
- Wait. Simcoe...

I knew I heard that name before.

- How and why?
- When I was in the hospital,

I overheard Olivia Benford
talking about Dylan Simcoe.

He was a patient they were treating.
According to this, he's Lloyd'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?

This is you.

One agent reaching out, that's it.

- We need to know what he knows.
- OK.

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

Yeah. That's what happened to the TV.

You've reached the Nohs.
Leave a message.

Mrs. Noh. Look, this is it. Um...
This'll 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!

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 so kind to me.

So, of course, I wouldn't miss it.

- I'll see you then.
- Yes.

OK. This is it.

Audio forensics gave us a three mile
radius of where the call was placed.

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

Eartha?

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

- What?
- The Batman TV show.

She played... Catwoman.

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

A Persian, well-educated Eartha Kitt.

There's only two newsstands
within a block of here

that sell Persian newspapers, and...
this may be a stretch,

but a place around the corner
that sells Iranian cigarettes.

That voice, you know, it's a...
It's a pretty good bet she smokes. What?

Mmm-hmm.
Farsi for "the tide and the mist. "

Persian woman, Persian food.

Yahtzee.

- Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow.

Forget it.

- What?
- I've 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.

OK. 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 want to have a baby?
- Well, I didn't.

But then the blackout happened,
and I saw myself getting a sonogram.

I was pregnant. That 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.

If you were 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 want to get pregnant?
- Yeah.

Then don't give up.

Hitler, Idi Amin, Suharto.

Simcoe and Campos killed more people
than all of those monsters combined.

There's a real good case
to be made here,

that these guys are the worst
mass murderers in history.

- Why aren't they in jail?
- Wedeck.

He's...

And no one...

Yes.

By the way,
Simcoe went to Harvard. 1998.

Got his PhD in Applied Physics. Maybe
you guys could, I don't know, stop...

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.

There's no
criminal record on file.

I do not believe we caused the blackout.

You shouldn't have stood up
in front 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 panels with the National
Science Foundation. I have security...

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
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.

There he is.

It is him!

- Did you charter a flight?
- Excuse me?

I'm Agent Hawk
with the Mosaic Task Force.

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

We need information,
and you need some protection.

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

If you've connected me to him, it won't
be long before others do as well.

I have to get him out of here.

Let us help you, please.
This could be an opportunity...

I've tried to be polite, but I'm not
interested, OK? Just leave us alone.

We're looking for a friend.
She works around here,

maybe eats at this restaurant.

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

I'm wondering if you might take a listen
and let us know if you recognize it.

Sure.

I am sorry, there is
no delicate way to say this,

but on March 15, 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.
- OK.

- Yeah, I saw it.
- Stand outside.

Make sure no one comes in.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!

- OK. Some faloodeh.
- Thank you.

Your friend?

Stepped outside.
Hey, sit down. Join me.

The... 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.

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 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 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.

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

These are highly classified images.

So we've obscured anything that'd
indicate where they were taken.

Somalia. The dip slopes
in the overlying limestone,

the orientation of the flora,

- the shallow watercourse...
- Tell us what you see.

- Are you taking the piss?
- Tell us what you see.

Zoom in, please.

Yeah.

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.

The 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?

'92. Why?

Well, that photograph was taken in 1991.

That...

...doesn't make sense.

- Who else could've come up with this?
- 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 fetishized their anonymity.

- A recluse. A paranoid.
- Exactly.

We believe that this man was somehow
connected to the blackout.

This is a composite sketch. We know at
least he was awake during the blackout,

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

We don't even know his real name yet.
But he's using the alias "D. Gibbons. "

He's highly efficient
in advanced 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.

Hmmm... A techie, chess-playing,
social misfit physicist.

That should narrow it down.

Have you ever seen him before
at 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. I spoke in specifics.
I related a series of facts.

- And now, I'd...
- Southland University Hospital.

I can transfer your son.
Do you want me to?

No, I want...

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 a call.

Get that started, and I'll draw up
the transfer note. Be back in an hour.

I don't suppose I can expect anyone
to help me for the foreseeable future.

You need help, I'll help you.

"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 goodbye to Joyce.

- And you saw me there?
- Yeah.

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 must hold in our hearts,

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

is that Joyce was an individual
who touched each of us.

It looks like we found her.

OK.

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 other
histrionic action movie clich�s?

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

Tell me who you are.

I can't.

Why'd you call me?

I was trying to warn you.

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

Your death is the first
in a long line of dominos

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're 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's 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.

On the call, you said you didn't know
who killed me, and now you do.

I lied, 'cause I didn't
want to bring about

the incident which I told you about.

How could you possibly know?

A561984.

And... 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,
hacked into 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.

Why would I do that? Hmm? Why?

Presumably, in the next few months,
a reason will present itself.

You've got what you've come for.

- No. I have more questions.
- I am done giving you answers.

It's time for you to leave.

Don't.

You're coming with us, right now.

Move, move!

- Move!
- What are we doing, Mark?

- What are we doing?
- Cover me!

- Down the stairs! Now!
- Down!

Come on, come on, come on!

- What's the play?
- Trust me, I got it!

- What's the play?
- Damn it!

Back off, now!

Put the gun down!

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.

Nhadra, have your men
lower their guns. Now.

All the way down!

Don't move!

- This isn't over.
- It never is.

Put your hands behind your back!

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.

You didn't do anything wrong.

- 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.

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 in my life.
I was doing my doctorate.

I had this beautiful apartment
above a cigar shop.

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

I was supposed to go to Harvard in '98.

And I was gonna live
in the building next door.

- Why didn't you?
- Mark got his job with the Bureau

and he was transferred to Los Angeles,
so I decided to be with him instead.

My wife moved into that building.
That's how I met her.

Wow. So, uh, 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.

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.

And we did meet.

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

No.

- Thank you, again, for this.
- Sure.

You're both very lucky men.
I saved your lives,

helped avoid an international incident.

Why are you keeping us from her?

You don't need to know what Nhadra
knows. Let me get you on your flight.

It's just a friendly service
Legats provides.

You're not Legats.

If you were Bureau, you never
would've let us get off the plane.

After what went down in that alley, this
whole thing stinks like a company job.

Well, 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 country's intelligence organization.

You're just a... 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.

That call... I would take.

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 to me by the damn
US 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.

Can I come in?

Mrs. Noh, I understand why you didn't
wanna 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.

Answer one question.

Are these the shadows of things
that will be, or that may be?

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 tell me that I may
sponge away the...

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.

And 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.
Maneki Neko 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.

- 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 "not giving up"
thing we were talking about earlier?

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.

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.

Ah... You're... You're gay.

- I'm super-gay.
- Super-gay.

- Yeah.
- And you need a sperm bank.

- Yeah.
- I know of a good one.

Cubitt 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.

Huh.

I'm telling you,
you're gonna love the ambulance, Dylan.

Mr. Simcoe, I'm John. My partner, Reed.
We'll be transporting you and your son.

- Thank you.
- All ready to go?

- Dr. Benford.
- Came to see the two of you off,

make sure everything went OK.

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.

- We've had training.
- OK, good.

Sweetie, you ready to get in the
ambulance with these guys and your dad?

Come on, let's do it. There we go.

Yeah. It's gonna be fun.
I've got a secret for you.

Cool people call them "ambos. "

- Ambos?
- Ambos. That's right.

- Ambos.
- That's right.

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

- No.
- OK. All right.

- No restraints. Just on the legs.
- It's all right, buddy.

Bye, Dylan.
I'll miss you, kiddo.

See you in a sec. Thanks, guys.

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

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, I'm...

...I'm not going to.

Thank you again, Olivia.

And goodbye.

- Oh... Hold on. Hold on, bud.
- Wait, wait. Hang on there. Easy.

- Get his legs in.
- No ambo.

Hey, guys! Let go of his arm!
You said you were trained...

We don't have time for this.
Come on, lady. We're on a schedule.

Excuse me?
Bill, can you get down here?

- Yeah.
- I don't know

what's going on, but...

No, no, no!

- No, no! Please, don't hurt her!
- Get in the van, Mr. Simcoe.

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

- Go!
- No!

Dylan! It's gonna be OK.

No! No! Dad!

No, Dad!

- Dad!
- Shh...

Shh...