[Wedeck reading]
Where's Simon?
[grunts]
Good. They found you.
-I'm doing my best to get you reinstated. -What am I supposed to do till then?
You said you saw more clues from your vision. Work them.
[Nicole] I saw someone drowning me in my flash-forward.
I felt like I deserved what was happening,
like I had done something wrong.
The guy who leads it sees things in a really positive way.
You should check it out. He might be able to help.
-You may call me Flosso. -[grunts]
And I'm a villain.
Dem, come here. You have to see this.
So as far as we know,
every single person on the entire planet
lost consciousness at the exact same period of time, right?
This was in Detroit.
Right there. Look right there.
Who the hell is that?
And why are they awake?
You have to at least let me pay for your coffee.
It's okay.
Uh, I didn't have any plans anyway.
I mean, it's not like he's scary or anything.
-I-I just feel better if you're here. -I'll be right here if you need me.
Great.
Oh, and can you see if you can get the change in pennies?
Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Uh, that's all right. I'm getting one to go.
Why don't you tell me what upset you earlier?
In my flash-forward,
I was underwater.
Someone was drowning me.
And in the end,
I was dead.
People ask me all the time to interpret what they saw,
and I can't.
Ultimately, interpretation is your responsibility.
How could my drowning be good?
What if you were being baptized?
Wouldn't that be a good thing?
-But then why was I struggling? -I'm sorry to say
I've dropped more than one person in a full-immersion baptism...
water gets up their nose.
-They freak out, slip away. -But I died.
Or fainted.
My point here is that these visions are just a snapshot.
You only see a small portion.
Think of Jesus and his sacrifice.
To his disciples,
it was a tragedy because they couldn't see the bigger picture.
It's a new reality for everyone who came after.
Is that what you think is happening now?
It's not fate versus free will.
It's fate and free will.
But hey, I'm just a super religious weirdo dude.
You don't have to believe anything I say.
But every day,
God puts something good in your life.
Embrace it...
and let all the other stuff fall away.
The challenge we face
is recognizing that the answers to our most burning questions
may be right in front of us.
You sure you don't want to try our Tofurky soy cheese steak?
It's on special.
I'm positive.
I really wish I could have been more help to you,
but since I don't even know what you're looking for...
Me neither. Thanks anyway.
Yeah, no problem.
When did you guys change locations?
About a month ago. We had a fire during the blackout.
Luckily, I got my money before the insurance company went broke.
Where was your old location?
I'm not saying he's bad.
I just think most religion is a kind of club
designed to keep some people in and some people out.
Well, if it makes you feel better about your life,
-what difference does it make? -Well, I'm glad you're feeling better.
I just want you to be careful.
You know what? Um, maybe this wasn't the best idea.
You know, even when her medicine's working,
she's... odd,
and it's unpredictable.
Hey, I want to hang out.
So there's nothing to be afraid of.
Okay?
All right, but if you want to bail, I totally understand.
[door opens, closes]
[Nicole] Mom, this is my friend Bryce.
We work together at the hospital.
Don't touch my hair. You'll scare the butterflies away.
So this is the reason for all the pennies?
You brought pennies?
Yeah, I got a bunch today.
You're a doctor?
Yeah.
I've been struck by lightning six times.
Wow.
Can I help with the wall?
Only use the ones marked 1989.
That's the year that Nicole was born.
Nice.
This whole thing is a tribute to her.
You never told me that.
You never asked.
Actually, we were just discussing a question that's been bothering us--
Do you think God caused the flash-forward?
Flash-forward?
So what? People are crying about it. Boo-hoo.
It's not the end of the world.
I have a hallucination every day. Nobody gives a damn.
And if you want to know about God,
what some people call coincidence...
is really God at work.
No, that makes perfect sense.
Found one.
Glue's right there.
Oh, and start the music, will you?
Sure.
["What You Gonna Do?" playing]
Come on, girl.
Show him how it's done.
♪ What ♪
♪ You gonna do? ♪
[grunts]
[gasps]
I come bearing gifts.
Your son wears a size four shoe.
His physical therapist's name is Joanie.
And finally...
These were taken before the blackout.
We've had your family under surveillance for quite some time.
[telephone rings]
-Hey. -Hey.
-[siren wailing] -We got a lead
on our missing Quantum Physicist.
-LAPD and SWAT are backing us up. -Where'd you find 'em?
We tracked the ambulance to a restaurant that's been abandoned since the blackout.
Infrared's catching four guys inside.
-You want in on the takedown? -Text me the address.
[sirens wailing]
[man] If you care about your son,
you will want to consider your next response very carefully.
How... many...
electron volts were generated?
[siren wailing]
[police radio chatter]
CERN can generate up to 500 Teraelectron volts.
Am I in the ballpark?
You're... you're thinking too small.
We cracked the Peta-electron volt barrier.
You generated more than a quadrillion electron volts?
[police radio chatter]
Break it down!
And what about Tachyonic Dark Matter?
-Did you find it? -We came close.
[men shouting indistinctly]
We found charge conjugation--
A certain breakdown in time symmetry.
What do we got? What do we got?
[man] Clear here!
Clean this up. Get rid of him.
[man] Take the stairs! Take the stairs!
[beeping rapidly]
-Bomb! -Go!
[grunts]
[siren wailing]
[men speaking indistinctly]
The bomb was keyed to 842.3 Megahertz.
That's a Bureau frequency.
When we came rolling in here, our radios triggered the explosive.
That's not your everyday kidnappers.
No.
They're sending a clear message--
Don't go where you aren't invited.
Don't go to Pigeon, Utah. Don't go to Washington, D.C.
But it occurs to me that if Mark saw them
in his vision,
they saw him, too.
Beginning on October 6th,
they knew that you and Mark were at the center of this thing.
How they plan on using that knowledge,
that's what we need to be thinking about.
Oh. Hey. You're, uh...
Nicole's friend from this afternoon.
Bryce. Uh, we work together at the hospital.
Right.
-Is she feeling better? -She's better, actually.
Um, that's--that's the reason that I'm here to talk to you tonight.
Look, she's a great girl, and this-- this whole thing--
This--this religion thing--
I'm not quite sure what you're selling here,
but I just want to make sure she doesn't get hurt.
Well, I'm not sure if you'll believe me, Bryce, but...
I'm not selling anything.
I'm just receiving a gift from God
of a vision of myself on April 29th.
What I saw opened me up to the idea that everyone's purpose
is to give and receive love,
simple as that.
My job is to give that message
to as many people as possible.
No one ever got hurt getting a little more love into their life.
What are you afraid of?
["Beloved Son" playing]
[car door opens and closes]
[engine starts]
[crowd cheering]
God has put us in this place,
at this time, to do something!
God is breaking into human history in a way that's never happened before.
And you--you are right
at the center of everything!
Go to hell, Lloyd.
Look, you have every right to hate me, but--
Listen, I don't hate you.
I just wish you were standing behind the 8 ball
when I came crashing through.
[tires screech]
[gunfire continues]
[grunting]
[Simon] Hey!
Wait. Wait, wait.
Word of advice--
Next time, take the trigger finger.
[gun clatters]
-[men speaking indistinctly] -[man] let's go! Bring it back!
[helicopter whirring overhead]
[man] All right, check the VTL, see what we got on this guy.
[man] Okay, hold it up right there.
I was afraid this was my only chance.
How the hell did you find us?
You called me.
We were talking on the phone together in our flash-forwards.
Now it's time for you to tell me everything.
[man] The painkiller I gave you should be taking effect.
How are you feeling?
-I've been better. -[ambulance door closes]
[grunts]
Well, that didn't go quite as well as planned, did it?
I'd give you the finger,
but I'm running out of ones to spare.
I improvised. I had to.
We weren't getting any results,
and we needed to direct suspicion away from you.
I think we've accomplished that for tonight, if nothing else.
Forget it.
I'm done being your bitch.
Really?
[beep]
Then I suppose you won't mind if I have a talk
with the authorities about the man in this video.
As of this moment, the world thinks you and Simcoe
accidentally caused this blackout.
What happens if they find out
you were awake while it happened?
[woman] "So we'll go no more a-roving,
so late into the night,
though the heart be still as loving
and the moon be still as bright.
for the sword outwears its sheath,
and the soul wears out the breast,
and the heart must pause to breathe..."
She'll be okay.
We all will.
I can't believe dad is gone.
"We'll go no more a-roving
by the light of the moon."
Okay. Well, I have to take care of the funeral home,
but I'll meet you back at the house. I won't be long.
[crying]
[whispers] It's all right.
It's all right.
This isn't the way to the funeral home.
Oh, you won't be going there, Mr. Campos.
What are you talking about?
I have instructions to deliver you to the Lakeside heliport.
From there you will be airlifted to your final destination.
I'm in the middle of my father's funeral.
-What the hell is going on? -I don't know.
I just drive.
This ticket is yours. My boss will be contacting you.
Go, team.
[man over P.A.] For Detroit, second baseman, number 17--
Richie...
[crowd cheering loudly]
I've just about had enough. Who the hell is this?
[man] You don't get to ask questions here.
You've been part of this since you were 13.
We've given you a lot of leeway.
In fact, we haven't asked much of you over the years.
Truth be told, you've had it kind of easy.
So now we want you to do exactly what we say.
Get to your seat. We're running out of time.
[man] Yo, get two beers!
Sit down.
There's a tub of popcorn in front of you.
Start eating.
There's a ring inside the box.
Put it on.
Put it on now. We're running out of time.
-[man] Beer here! -[man] Sit down!
-[man] Whoo! -[bat strikes ball]
-[crowd cheering] -[man] Fresh peanuts!
[man] That's what I'm talking about! Fresh peanuts!
Attention, please.
Now batting for Samuels-- Number 9...
[speaks indistinctly]
[rumbling]
[jet approaching]
[car alarms blaring, explosions in distance]
[cell phone rings]
[beep]
Yeah?
Now listen to my instructions.
Walk into the nearest tunnel.
Hello, son.
What the hell is going on?
Give me the ring back.
Follow me.
-[knock on door] -[Olivia] Mr. Campos?
I need you in bed, please.
Now.
Do you know how often I hear that?
Uh-huh. Sit.
What's taking so long? I was ready to leave six hours ago.
You came in with a concussion,
so we needed to keep you in for observation.
Oh, Betty. I never knew you cared.
Betty?
My Pediatrician growing up.
You remind me of her.
I had such a crush.
-Ready, sport? -[pills rattle]
Got your prescription filled at the pharmacy.
Make sure you take all the doses. I do not need you as a bounce back.
Mm. yes, Betty.
He is all yours.
Hallelujah.
The sheets are scratchy. The food is vile.
I don't like people watching me sleep.
Is all this really necessary?
You were kidnapped and tortured. It's for your own protection.
Well, with all due respect,
I can protect myself.
With all due respect, you can't.
You are officially and indefinitely detained
under investigation by the WMD Directorate
within the FBI'S National Security Branch.
I volunteered my services.
And we appreciate that, but from now on, we own you.
Am I under arrest?
I don't know. Have you broken any laws?
Not unless it's illegal to be kidnapped
in front of your own son, beaten half to death
and held captive, no.
Well, I gotta hand it to him.
He found them.
The guy's a loose cannon.
Loose cannon or not, Mark managed to do what the rest of us couldn't.
On his own.
Janis is bringing Campos back here from the hospital.
When she does, we need to start double-teaming these two,
then compare their stories.
I know I'm supposed to feel pity for you, Mr. Simcoe,
but considering the circumstances, excuse me if I don't.
You've known all this time there was gonna be another blackout.
Why didn't you step forward?
I don't know what you want me to tell you, Agent Benford.
Let's start with the truth.
How about this-- 20 million people died,
possibly precipitated by something I did.
I have a vision in which a drunk man tells me
another blackout is coming--
No further information, no context,
no substantiation.
Now you tell me-- Under the circumstances,
what do you expect me to do?
How about contact the authorities, give 'em a little heads-up?
What, like you did?
Why didn't you come in here and tell your colleagues
there was gonna be another blackout?
We're talking about you here.
Fine.
April 29th,
the day of our visions...
you called me, and considering where you were,
you had to have had a damn good reason.
I need to know your side of things,
and right now you're not telling me everything.
In fact, you're not telling me anything.
And no, technically you're not under arrest right now.
Oh, good. Can I go then?
The day's not over yet.
When can I see Lloyd?
I need to talk to him alone.
Are you just not listening to me?
You're not doing anything alone.
He'll be in debriefings all day.
Well, can I go home first, at least?
Dude, you live in a hotel.
It's got this amazing shower,
and it sprays water on you in all directions.
-Oh, you have got... -and the towels--
White, fluffy, warm.
Are you serious?
Does that crap actually work on women?
My attempt is not to seduce but to disarm,
-in the physic sense. -Oh.
An unstable element transforms.
Huh.
I find that people are a little bit more honest when you...
disarm them.
[breathing heavily]
What's going on?
I don't know. Something's weird.
-Something weird. -Ooh. Want some water or something?
No, I'm okay.
[breathing heavily] I'm okay.
You're definitely not okay.
-Penicillin. -You're allergic?
-Yeah. -Okay. Help!
-Anaphylactic. -Okay.
Help!
Okay. Hold on. Hold on.
[gasping]
[sighs]
[woman over P.A.] Royal Toronto flight 67 from London is now arriving at gate 122.
Really?
-Wow. -Did you really think you could
leave the country without being noticed?
"Country" is such a loose term. It's Canada.
-Let's go. -Where are we going?
Gate D-12. They're holding a flight back to L.A.
Look, I'm tried of being told what to do, when to do it, being--
Being treated like a criminal? Get used to it.
You can't make me go with you.
Yeah, you're right.
I can't. But they can.
[police radio chatter]
Twenty four hours in Toronto. That's all I ask.
-Come on. -Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
Really I am, but it's important that I'm here.
More important than the global blackout?
Game over, Simon.
There's some personal stuff going on with my family.
It's important.
There's some things going on.
Listen, I'm really sorry your sister ran away.
I am. But we can't just let you leave.
How do you know about Annabelle?
Police reports.
Your mom's been writing to her in the personals section of
-The Globe and Mail. -[elevator bell dings]
You're not the only one who's good at their job.
I said I would be here to help find her.
Please. It's important.
[ringing]
Wedeck.
It's Janis, sir. I've got him.
Good. Now you get that squirrelly SOB back here ASAP.
Actually, I'd like to take a beat on that.
I'm listening.
Well, he says he's here because of his sister,
but I think there's more to it than that.
This is just a hunch,
but can I take 24 hours to play it out?
I'll give you the night,
but you make damn sure
you put a leash on that dog. Do you hear me?
-Yes. -Good.
[beeping steadily]
-It's too tight. -Oh, boo-hoo.
-It's uncomfortable. -Yeah, go further than 100 feet from me,
-and I'll show you uncomfortable. -[rapid beeps]
Okay, hurry up. Put your clothes on before I change my mind.
You police types.
All about power and intimidation.
I could have done this with my trousers on, you know.
Yeah, well, my intent was to destabilize...
in the physic sense.
Hurry up.
[doorbell rings]
-Baby! Oh, my God! -Hey.
-What's new? -Oh, I'm okay. I'm okay.
-You look awful. -Yes, I'm all right.
Mom, this is my friend Janis.
-Hello. -Janis, these are my brothers,
-Graham, Adam. -What's happening?
-You all right, man? -Yeah, I'm good.
-Good to see you. -All right, movie star.
You should see the other guy.
I was so proud to learn that Simon had joined the FBI.
I expect he's been very helpful.
[Janis] Yeah he's been very helpful.
[telephone rings]
Hello?
Not now.
Reporters.
Still calling every day.
They camped out on the lawn after the press conference.
My Simon. Such a celebrity.
So are you his secretary?
[chuckles]
No.
More of, uh, an associate, Mom.
After their father died, Annabelle was in shock.
A few days later, the blackout hit.
She left a note,
"Too much sadness at home."
Drove her away.
I drove her away.
[Simon] That's not true.
Don't be so magniloquent.
I don't understand half of what he says, but he is a love.
Always looked out for his baby sister,
comes home every month to help us look for her.
Were you close?
Yeah.
She's only 15.
I'm gonna have a quick shower before we head out.
[faucet squeaks]
[Janis] Cool rocks.
There's a story behind them.
He had a hard time when we first moved here.
He was small for his age, and the neighborhood boys
used to pick on him because of his accent.
Well, he was older. He never lost it.
And one day, they cornered him in the alley
and beat him up bad.
The head bully went to Sunday school 'round the corner.
Simon marched right into the church
and smashed the back of the kid's head with a Superman lunch box.
He'd filled it with them rocks, knocked the bully out cold.
-Those boys never bothered him again. -Yeah, I'll bet they didn't.
Simon's always been a bit of an Alien in this family.
Smarter than all of us, different.
But there's one thing he gets from me.
One trait that tells me he's definitely my son.
[rapid beeping]
[dishes clatter]
-Damn it. -[beep]
That boy never lets anyone push him around.
He always gets even.
[shower running]
[seagulls squawking]
Phillip?
It's me, Simon.
I know you're there.
I brought some sardines for Samantha from that fish Market she likes.
I also have a first-press '78 of
"Dark was the night, cold was the ground."
It's Blind Willie Johnson, Phillip.
[locks click]
Simon Campos.
Where the hell did you find a first-press '78?
Hey? [chuckles]
["Dark was the night, cold was the ground" playing]
You know, this song was, uh, sent into space
on the "Voyager" spacecraft?
If extraterrestrials ever actually listen to it,
they're gonna think we're a lot cooler
than we really are.
Why are you here, Simon?
I see the Welsh Archers have moved into their flanking position.
Has Henry made his speech yet?
[chuckles] Oh, yeah.
"This story the good man shall teach his son,
and Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
from this day to the ending of the world.
But we in it.
We few, we happy few...
-We few, we happy few, we band--" -"We band of brothers."
What?
I like Shakespeare.
Seriously, did you honestly think the FBI wasn't gonna check
your cell phone records?
So what's it been, like,
ten calls he's made to you in the past couple of weeks?
Give or take.
Well, whatever it is you have to say,
it's gotta be important enough for you to lie,
manipulate and evade the FBI, so please...
continue.
That was quite a press conference, huh?
Might have set Particle Physics research back a hundred years.
Phillip, you are the only professor
I have ever had who I know
is smarter than I am.
Do you think a Particle Accelerator could have generated some sort of...
Decoherence wave?
Well, if your experiments at NLAP.
Unleashed a Tachyon burst, then yes,
without a doubt, it could have caused human consciousness
to flash forward in time as the wave moved through.
So tell me, how would we build something to keep us in the here and now?
It's impossible.
No, it's got to be possible.
We have to anchor consciousness if another wave happens.
-It's simply a matter of finding a way. -Simon--
We have to protect ourselves from the effects of another blackout.
Now there is nothing I can do about the 20 million who died on October 6th.
Please
help me save the millions who will die
if this happens again.
So in plain English,
what exactly were you two talking about?
The design that I created that showed up in Somalia,
Phillip was my advisor on it.
He mentored me all through my PhD. The man's a genius.
I need answers. Let's just say the FBI
doesn't work at the speed I'm accustomed to.
Some might say that speaks to control issues.
Some might, yeah.
My therapist says control issues are rooted in fear.
Your therapist is right.
This is a gray area,
and it terrifies me.
This is nice.
I eat a lot of takeout
at my desk... alone.
Oh, that's sad, love. Pretty girl like you.
No boyfriend, no kids?
-I'll get that, Mom. -Oh, thanks, love.
[Simon] Gotta watch that back.
[grunts]
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
[kisses]
I don't care about any big science job
or the fact that he's all over the TV.
He's still my baby, you know?
I remember kissing his scraped knees like it were yesterday.
[doorbell rings]
Motherhood's crazy like that.
[doorbell rings]
Simon, be a dear and get that.
It's a surprise. Their Uncle Teddy.
Uncle Teddy.
Simon, when I heard you were kidnapped, I was so worried.
Thank God you're okay.
It's a wonderful côtes du rhône from Saint-Gervais.
Teddy's always bringing us exotic wines back from his travels.
Easy now. There are only 15 more bottles on the planet.
-I'm self-medicatin'. -[wine pours]
Um, so are you two brother and sister?
Technically, I'm a very distant cousin.
Teddy's the reason we moved to Canada.
-Mm-hmm. -Really?
Actually, Simon's the reason.
Kid's I.Q. scores were off the charts,
yet he was failing all his classes.
Bored, obviously.
We wanted to make sure his exceptional potential didn't go to waste.
He started the University of Toronto when he was only 13.
And that was followed by the Youth Physics Fellowship,
the PhD, the post-op at NLAP--
Post-doc, not post-op.
Can we dispense with the "This is Your Life" episode, please?
You know, I never took time out to have kids of my own.
-They're such blessings. -Do you regret it?
Nah. I've got these guys.
I could never repay what they've given me.
School plays,
hockey games, birthday parties--
Shut up.
[Simon's mother] Simon.
Everything I've learned about family I've learned at this table.
Pay no attention. This is all a charade.
-What is your problem? -It's all right.
Red wine makes him mean.
-His father was like that, too. -How dare you bring him up?
You have no right.
You were brought here to witness an experiment
that will change humanity for all time.
An experiment that could not have been conducted without you.
The only thing I've worked on in the past year has been--
At NLAP.
The experiment that occurred exactly
one minute and 47 seconds ago.
-What have you done? -Probably killed millions of people.
We expect backlash against those ultimately found responsible.
What a coincidence that your father passed away
just when we needed to create an alibi for you.
Some kind of hunting accident, wasn't it?
A private plane will take you back to Toronto now.
The FAA will not have a record of the flight.
One more thing.
When people ask you what you saw in your flash-forward,
make up a story and stick to it.
-[indistinct shouting in distance] -Hear that?
That is the sound of the whole world waking up.
[sirens wailing]
Mr. Flosso has a plan for every thought you're thinking.
A hunting accident.
You gotta be careful with those shotguns.
-Handle them wrong and kaboom-- -You killed him.
You killed my father.
[grunts]
[grunting and gasping]
[snaps]
Now I got my killer story.
[telephone rings]
Hello?
Oh, my God. Come quick! It's your sister Annabelle!
-No way. -Where is she?
Simon, that call.
It's not for you.
This is FBI agent Janis Hawk, badge number 3-0-9-8-1-7.
-I need to trace a call. -[whispers] Quick!
-[Annabelle] Everyone, hi, I'm okay. -Where are you, baby?
I'm in New York at port authority.
I have a bus ticket.
[crying] I want to come home.
I want to come home.
I love you.
Why are you doing this?
You've been accepting our help for 20 years.
Surely you didn't think that it came without a price.
You asked me to give you data,
to tell you when we were running the experiment. That's all.
Killing my father, taking Annabelle--
That was never part of the deal.
The deal is whatever we say it is,
and right now we need you to cooperate.
Annabelle is just insurance.
Let's go for a little walk, shall we?
It was the ring that kept me awake, wasn't it?
Some sort of quantum entanglement device.
What do I know? I'm just a middleman.
I think you do know.
What I'm still trying to work out is why you would cause a blackout
-in the first place. -It doesn't matter.
What does is that you continue doing what you're told.
And don't think your professor can help.
[car alarm chirps]
[whirring]
You killed him.
This is your last warning.
Cross us again and we'll start shipping Annabelle back to you
piece by piece.
No.
I'm calling your bluff.
You need me.
Otherwise I wouldn't be alive right now.
[grunts]
[gasps]
I want to talk to the people pulling the strings.
-That's not gonna happen. -See, I think it will,
'cause I'm sending them a message,
-and the message... is you. -[coughing]
[wheezing] You have no idea
what you're doing!
Sure I do.
I'm cutting out the middleman.
[coughing and gasping]
Too bad about your Emphysema.
It's gonna make this...
oh, so easy.
Your cardiac output is starving
your heart and brain
of valuable oxygen.
Finally...
Cardiac arrest.
The bruises on your chest
just my futile attempt at CPR.
[thunder rumbling]
This is for my father,
you pathetic son of a bitch.
I never get pushed around.
And I always get even.
[thunder crashes]
[theme music playing]