In my flash-forward,
I was investigating what caused all this.
I seemed to have an idea why all of this was happening. We know you were planning an attack.
Tell me what happened! We didn't do this.
You were still planning on killing thousands of people.
I think god did this to punish us.
I'm a little at sea in dealing with Dylan's condition.
He's autistic. This man means nothing to me.
I'm not gonna cheat on you.
On March 15th, 2010, you are going to be murdered.
It's okay. It's okay. You're gonna be just fine, okay?
What we're gonna do is on one, two, three,
you're gonna take a big breath with me, okay?
One, two, three.
Yeah.
I reached the surface,
did the Australian crawl to the shore,
and then I walked home. Oh, and then I, you know,
realized that the whole world had blacked out. That was two weeks ago.
This is the first time you've seen a Doctor?
Yeah, didn't need one till now.
Okay. Well, Mr. Ned, I...
You can call me "Edward."
Edward.
Wait, you know, call me "Ned." My friends call me Ned.
Ned Ned?
Yes Yes.
Uh, how did you stay so calm?
I don't know. I just was.
Hmm. It says here that triage gave your morphine for your pain.
Does that mean... Let me tell ya. They should call that stuff "mor-fine"
'cause that's how I'm feeling
for the first time since the crash. Well, why didn't you come in sooner?
It didn't start off so bad. You know, I thought I'd maybe
just bruised my spleen or somethin'.
Okay, Mr. Ned... Um, Ned. whatever.
Uh, I think with your low blood count and your pain, we should
keep you in for observation and a C.T. scan. All right? It's all gravy, Dr. Benford. Truly.
Okay, good.
Now after the blackout, do you remember what...
Hey, your flash-forward... What did you see?
Not where I was goin'. You really wanna know?
I was rocking leather pants.
I've never rocked leather pants.
It's always been one of my top three fears,
along with clowns and escalators.
But there I was, rocking out at this bar
that I've always wanted to go to but I've never gone to
because I-I thought I'd be too nervous that I'd be...
well, too nervous.
But it wasn't that way.
I was happy.
Oh, and I was black.
Wait, you were...
Black?
Yeah.
Like Oprah.
You know, African-american. Black.
Okay.
Okay, Mr. Ned.
Well, okay.
We'll see you later, Mr. Ned.
Okay. Yeah.
So they're your parents, so I think you should be the one
to tell them that we moved up the wedding. Uh-huh.
Though I'm sure a free to trip to Hawaii
still won't make up for the fact that I'm not Korean. Right.
Okay, where have you been for the last 20 minutes?
I'm fine. It's just work stuff. Work stuff.
I've been trying to trace a call from, uh, an informant.
Is everything okay? Yeah, I'm here. Okay.
Well, speaking of work, can I ask you something work-related?
Really you guys gitmo-ing a suspect downtown?
No.
Some blonde, arrested the day of the blackout.
Bin Laden in Prada?
I can't confirm or deny this, Zo.
I think you just did, sweetie.
Wow.
Look, professionally,
if the Bureau's violating someone's due process,
that's uncool.
But personally,
if that woman has anything to do with the blackout,
I really hope you get all Dick Cheney on her ass
to find out what she knows.
Ladies and gentlemen...
As eggbert,
I would like to egg-xpress my desire
for you to eat oatmeal this morning.
You're silly, daddy.
Silly? Can I get a "Cluck cluck"? Cluck cluck!
Cluck cluck.
Thank you muchly.
I believe you know my mum.
Oh!
Oh. Aw, eggbert!
Wow, you really are
the Shakespeare of cheesy dad humor.
Ah, you could play, too. You could be...
ze French toast.
Ze toast of love.
Good morning. Good morning.
Hey, mommy.
Hi, sweetie.
So guess who's picking you up from school this morning?
Nicole? That's right. Nicole.
She missed you. She's ready to start babysitting again.
Yay! Yeah, Nicole is coming back.
Thanks for breakfast.
First time in a while
I've been out acting like a normal person.
I know what you mean.
You want an ice cream or something?
Where was that place
Tracy used to take you when you were little?
They turned it into a giant juice
when I was a freshman. Hmm.
She spent all the money she made babysitting you
buying you milkshakes.
I should get going.
It's my first day back at the Benfords',
so I don't want to be late.
Mark told me you went A.W.O.L.
I'm sorry, Aaron.
You got me that job with them, and I totally screwed it up.
If that were true, they wouldn't have asked you to come back.
You know, Nicole, you're not alone.
Everyone's freaked out by this.
But I think we have to surrender to a higher power and have faith
that whatever we saw, we saw for a reason,
so make cowbell lady N.P.O.
We'll take her to the O.R. if she spikes again.
Yeah.
And, uh, what happened to the scan on...
Oh, come on.
Come on!
Ugh!
What did the scan show on our bus crash guy?
Yeah. Ned? Mm-hmm.
Oh, I-I can't stop thinking about that guy.
I mean, how does somebody possibly go
from being Caucasian to African-american?
I mean, if... if that's the vision that he saw in his future,
then I guess... Ugh. Bryce, I need you in the present... here, now.
Yeah. You know, patient care, doctoring, C.T. scan.
Still don't have it. E.R.'s got a bunch of traumas.
They keep bumping Ned from the scanner.
So I ran into Dr. Flemming earlier. Who?
Blythe Flemming... the psychiatrist
You're supposed to be following up with every week?
Yeah, well, it's just, you know, I've had my rounds and, um...
Come on. Less than a month ago,
you were standing on a pier with a gun.
I know how it sounds,
but trust me, things have changed. If you wanna keep working here,
you need to follow up with psych at twice a week. You got it? Yeah.
Excuse me. Ohh! Bollocks.
Hey, honey.
Sorry.
You know what? That Simcoe kid is off O-2 now.
I wanna transfer him to Physical Therapy.
Yeah, but he's on I.V. antibiotics.
Just as soon as you can, okay?
Yeah. And I need that scan of Ned's,
so wheel him to the scanner yourself if you have to. Okay.
You wanna go to Somalia now?
Last week, you talked me into flying you to Germany
because of an index card. And it paid off.
Mm-hmm. you found out some crows died in Somalia 18 years ago.
You know, your definition of "paid off"
is a little different than mine.
If a blackout had happened before, that'd be major.
I agree, which kind of makes you wonder
why we haven't heard about it before. Evidence, Stan. There is evidence.
Last I checked,
all you've got is a footnote in a C.D.C. funding request.
I have been working with Mark on trying to get
satellite photos of the region from '91 out of Langley. Mm-hmm.
But they've been giving us the runaround, so... maybe the CIA's just a little busy these days
to dig through satellite intel from last decade.
Guys, I get it.
Germany didn't exactly work out,
and you're trying to stretch a single into a triple.
I get it.
But going to war with the CIA is not the way to do it.
Hey, Al,
remember that hacker we busted?
You know, the one who broke into the D.O.D.'s network,
trying to take our overseas drones for a joyride?
Mr. Cheeto Dust?
Yeah, that's him. Don't you think
he'd find Langley's mainframe a delightful challenge?
Yeah, he'd find it delightful. It's illegal.
Whoa. Spying on your own country?
That's more than some procedural Jujitsu.
You're talking about a federal offense.
Yeah. You're right. Where's Demetri?
Uh, he brought that hot blonde terrorist over from holding.
He's questioning her now. Why?
I don't know. 'cause she's hot?
I'll repeat what I've said many times.
My name is Alda Hertzog, and I'm an honest businessperson.
Yeah, we caught you doing business
on the day of the blackout. Remember? With known terrorists,
selling them weaponized nuclear material. Then charge me with a crime.
You can't hold me here indefinitely.
You're right. You should call your embassy and complain.
Which embassy is that, By the way?
We wanna know 'cause, uh,
we wanna get you the right phone card.
I'm truly flattered that you still feel the need
to talk to me after all that's happened.
But I've done nothing wrong.
It's my associates who you want.
Honey, your associates died on the day of the blackout.
They were super dead.
So you wanna give me somebody else?
Customer Choice Restaurant Group.
It's in Indio.
Town comes up a bunch of times in wiretaps,
but we never found out the significance.
Customer Choice Restaurant Group.
That's all I have for you today.
You're running out of time
for this to continue being a civil conversation.
Really, Agent Noh?
Here I thought you were the one running out of time.
What'd you say?
You really should get out there before it's too late.
I'm not... I'm not getting this.
Instead of following up on the Somalia lead,
you wanna reopen the dirty bomb case? We never closed it.
And Somalia is not a lead. It's an urban myth at best.
Meanwhile, back on planet earth,
we have a material witness... in a weapons deal.
That broke on the day of the blackout.
Okay, so maybe it's not as sexy as dead poultry in Africa,
but you gotta admit the timing's a little hinky here, Mark.
It's a coincidence! So what if it is?
It is a legit lead on a terrorism investigation,
which is kind of what we do around here.
Agreed.
Send me a postcard from Indio.
Yeah.
What the hell's the matter with you?
I just want to be an FBI Agent today. All right?
Life is short.
Thank you for putting up with me.
Hi, Mr. Simcoe.
I'm afraid I'm the annoying parent
who always wants a thousand details.
I'd like to apologize for that.
I can tell it makes you uncomfortable.
No, it doesn't. Doesn't make me uncomfortable at all.
I'm sorry about the little outburst this morning...
the tantrum in the hallway,
the... unidentified flying meal tray.
It's his autism. Mm-hmm.
I-I really don't know what to say to him when he's like that.
Oh, sometimes you can't say anything.
You just have to be there. Thanks.
Thank you.
Yeah, unfortunately,
I haven't really been there since our separation.
Uh... you know, work picked up and, um...
well, I barely know him.
Well, you're here now. It's what counts.
A good night's sleep might help.
Yeah, well, despite the luxury of two rigid plastic chairs
in Dylan's room, the sandman has proven a bit elusive.
Well, you shouldn't be sleeping in his room every night. Well, actually,
the police brought me the keys to his mother's house.
I just can't bring myself to go there for some reason. Well, you should try.
Maybe being in Dylan's room, around his things...
it might give you some sense of who he is.
Too much time in the hospital is not good for anyone, Mr. Simcoe.
You hang in there.
Hey, Dr. B., I-I got that scan that you wanted.
I was just gonna grab a veggie dog
while it prints out. Transfer Dylan Simcoe to Physical Therapy.
But I thought you wanted him to... P.T. can handle the antibiotics. Just transfer him.
Okay.
I don't understand what all this is about. Welcome to my world.
This restaurant came up in a confidential investigation.
We need the names and addresses of every employee.
The list, please. Thank you.
Burgers and waffle fries... that's all we do.
Well, for now at least.
We're going to be adding frozen yogurt
in, you know, the future. So this place is owned
by Customer Choice Restaurant Group? Uh, this place is
Customer Choice Restaurant Group.
Uh, we're not quite a group yet.
Would you give me and Agent Noh a moment, please? Sure. Yeah.
Uh, somebody get some burgers for these FBI guys, please!
Wow, I can't believe I didn't want to come here today.
I mean, the intel... they're adding frozen yogurt!
Freeze!
FBI!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Go left. Go left. Gotcha. Go.
Uhh!
Aah!
Uhh!
Come on, come on, come on!
You got him!
Shut up, man!
What's with the jog, man? Get up.
Get up! I thought we were just coming in for a burger.
On your knees! Get on your knees!
I heard what you're being.
FBI can be biting my ass!
Oh! Hello!
Yellowcake Uranium, Mark.
Black market nuclear material.
Or do you think we should leave it here, go back to your office
and stare at your bulletin board? You don't be wanting this, yo.
Hey!
Yellowcake.
It's the type of strain, the type of weed he's slingin'!
It's the sickest strain 'round, yo.
In my flash-forward, I'm driving pimping ride.
19-inch rims, yo.
I must be going to be scarface of pot.
You can't be fighting fate, yo.
Shut up! Shut up! Aah! Aah! Truth hurts, pig!
Get off of me! Get off! What are you doing?!
I was sick of his mouth! I'm talking about today! I'm talking about you!
Racin' around, Looking for someone to shoot!
Just drop your personal crap and do your job!
Hey, I'm doing something! I'm not sitting on my ass,
waiting for clues to appear to me in my dreams! Oh, give it rest. This isn't about what I saw.
It's about what you did!
March 15th.
Three shots to the chest.
I'm not just gonna die. I'm gonna be murdered.
How'd you find out?
Anonymous call.
The woman said she read it in an intelligence briefing.
That's all she gave me.
Mark, I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
but I thought maybe I could find who's gonna kill me
or get a lead on them. I don't know, but...
Why would you think there's anything out here?
Alda said I was running out of time.
That was it?
Yeah.
Dem, Alda's a pro.
She knows you're vulnerable, and she pulled a number on you.
All I can hear is the clock ticking.
Every day.
What am I supposed to do?
Somehow... you get past the fear
and you fight.
How? You know what I saw.
I'm in my office, staring at the Mosaic board,
and men are coming in to kill me.
You and I are partners.
If they're coming to kill me, they're probably after you, too,
or gonna be. It's the future, Mark.
W-Why do you think you can stop it? Because we saw it.
We can use what we saw to stop what we saw.
Demetri, we can solve your murder before it happens.
That's why I wanna put everything we have on Mosaic.
For you. For me. For everybody.
Now can we get out of here?
Yeah. We can.
Oh, excuse me.
Hey, Mr. Simcoe.
Stepping out for a bit?
Just, uh, following some advice. Oh.
I think you left this in Dylan's room.
Oh, uh... thanks.
She's beautiful. Yeah.
Your girlfriend?
Um, we haven't actually met.
Coming up soon,
A glendale postal worker uses the Mosaic web site
to meet the police officer he believes
is going to save his life in the coming months.
You won't wanna miss this. But first...
Ah, it's incredible, Isn't it?
A temporal anomaly in global consciousness.
Yeah, I think that qualifies.
So what'd you see?
Oh, I guess this is the new "How's the weather," isn't it?
Well, then...
Why not? um...
I was in a house...
uh, not my own house. I got a call from someone.
I don't know who it was, but it was urgent.
Dylan was nearby, maybe in another room.
I heard a woman's voice... Hey, honey.
I turned towards it...
and it was over.
Um, I never saw her face.
But I knew that we were together...
that she was important to me somehow.
I know exactly what you mean.
Here's the scan, Doctor. Thank you.
Um, excuse me one... one second. I'm sorry.
Dr. Benford!
Dr. B. Dr. B.!
Ned's C.T.
Oh, great.
Whoa. Big hematoma.
Blood's been gathering around the liver since the bus crash.
Ned's lucky he showed up here in time.
Well, n-no, it's not luck.
It's... I mean, he was alive in his vision.
So clearly he made it to the hospital...
Oh, god. Enough about the visions, Dr. Varley.
No, Dr. Benford, it's relevant data. It's not data.
It's not data any more than the dream I had last night.
Look, I-I don't understand how you can ignore something
that even the most skeptical people in the world
think might be real.
I'm not ignoring the flash-forwards.
I'm just not bringing them into the practice of medicine.
Now consent Mr. Ned for surgery and meet me in the O.R.
Oh, with any surgery, there's a risk of infection,
blood loss, drug allergy and even death, Ned.
It's Al gravy.
You know, it's okay if you've got questions
or if you're worried.
Uh, this is a major surgery. I get it.
You're telling me I need
some sort of drug allergy-death surgery.
I'm totally cool with it.
I mean, I know it sounds weird, but..
Some kind of change is happening.
I mean, I don't feel nervous or afraid of, like, anything.
I mean, all that worrying all the time,
it's just, like,
kept me from being the me I'm supposed to be.
Six months from now, I see myself,
and I'm, like, this invincible, fearless black guy,
like Shaft or Bryant Gumbel.
And knowing that...
it's already changed me.
Oh.
Yes. Yes, Rabbi Hirscholtz.
Oh, 15 in the last 2 weeks.
Four, uh, on Sunday, actually.
I didn't leave the cemetery until after sundown. Bye.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about everything.
I've been so busy with everything.
So how can I help you?
I, um...
Oh, I'm sor...
I keep crickets.
Oh, I really... I really like the way they sound.
So, Paige, you were saying?
Paige is my sister. I'm Nicole.
Oh. I only come on Christmas
and sometimes on Easter.
But that's gonna change.
I, um, I wanna help out.
I wanna start doing some volunteer work,
in the morning before I have work and...
that's great. Uh, but as far as volunteer work goes,
we are full up.
See, in a crisis like this, people... they really wanna...
well, people need to help.
Uh, why don't you... why don't you tell me what this is all about?
How do I atone for something I haven't done yet?
Uh...
In my flash-forward, I felt like I was being...
punished.
Do you think...
Do you think god made this happen?
Y-y-you know, it's... it's really hard to believe
that there's not a divine hand involved somehow.
Tell you what.
This right here is Audrey Ridgeway's phone number.
She is the volunteer coordinator.
I hope she can help.
Here's a T-shirt.
Bye.
Where's Ned? O.R. took him.
When? 10, 15 minutes ago. What's wrong?
Call the O.R. We're about to kill our patient.
Dr. Benford,
We can't operate.
I couldn't figure it out. I couldn't make sense of it.
But now I've got it. Ned has Addison's disease.
Surgery could kill him.
In the bus crash, he was calm
in the face of an insane disaster.
And again today, he spoke about his flash-forward.
Oh, Bryce, please. And again he mentioned that he was weirdly calm and black.
You better scrub if you want in on this case. If he's got Addison's,
then his body is making melanin compounds instead of adrenaline.
That's why his skin is going to get dark. Yeah. I know what Addison's disease is.
And without adrenaline,
his body can't mount a proper stress response.
That's why he's so serene in the face of this surgery. Ugh! Bryce! Stop!
And without the stress hormones,
his body will be unable to adapt to surgery.
No, without surgery he'll die. His blood pressure will tank and he'll die. Listen...
you're not listening to me. In his vision, he saw...
Enough about visions!
He needs hydrocortisone.
No, I'm not administering a potentially harmful drug
because a patient had a freaky dream. These aren't dreams.
Look, I don't know what you saw, and I don't care.
But it is affecting your professional judgment,
and it needs to stop. How about your professional judgment?
Excuse me? Come on, Dr. Benford. You know why you don't want to believe...
Oh, you don't want to do this, Bryce. In your flash-forward.
You said it yourself. You saw the end of your marriage. Oh, you are so out of line, Doctor.
And you sticking your head in the sand
is gonna end up killing our patient. No. You know what's gonna kill our patient?
Wasting any more time arguing
because he's lying on that table continuing to bleed.
Now that's not from a Magic 8 ball or a Ouija board
or some kind of vision.
Right here, right now, that's real.
You know what? Don't bother scrubbing in.
Retract the duct a little more laterally.
Suction.
Anyone make it to grand rounds today?
This guy from Yale says
he can enhance memory of the flash-forwards
using a calcineurin antagonist. Yeah, I was there. Pretty cool.
Yeah. Irrigation, please.
B.P.'s 78 over 54.
Stay clear of the hepatic artery. 800 ccs out.
Guys, systolic's in freefall. Must be another bleeder somewhere.
Or some kind of fluid shift.
Get another unit on the rapid infuser. Tributary's ligated.
- Run of 6. - 100 of lido right away.
He's in V-tac.
No pulse. Damn it. Code cart and a mig of epi. Let's go! Let's go!
Lido's in.
Where's the cart? Where's the cart?!
You're charged for 360.
Clear.
No change.
Going again.
Clear.
- Fourth epi's in. - Chase it with lido.
He's had five rounds. Amiodarone then.
This makes no sense. This makes no sense at all.
E.B.L.'s holding around 850. No cardiac history. Bleeding's controlled.
This is crazy. I don't get it.
100 migs of hydrocortisone. I.V. push.
It's adrenal crisis. He's got Addison's disease.
What? Nobody bothered to tell me this?
He hasn't been diagnosed yet. Addison's would explain the lack of response
to fluids and pressors. Exactly. Hold compressions.
Holding.
Normal sinus.
Good carotid. Nice catch, Dr. Benford.
Let's close him up.
What do you know about Agent Noh's murder?
His murder?
Something funny about that?
Just that I knew he didn't have a flash-forward.
I had no idea he was gonna be murdered...
till now. Then how did you know he didn't see anything?
Because your partner posted it on the internet,
because everyone in this office knows.
Any particular reason why you felt the need to waste the time
of the agents investigating the blackout?
In all likelihood, nothing I tell you will be the truth.
So why persist in asking?
Asking questions is my job.
So let's start with a simple one.
What do you know about the blackout?
That's not a simple question.
All right.
You ever been to Somalia?
I can't say I've had the pleasure.
What about Detroit?
Utah?
You're wasting your energy on what caused the blackout,
Who's responsible.
You're ignoring the most profound question of all...
Why?
Do you know what a Black Swan is?
It's a metaphor used to describe a high-impact event...
something so rare it's beyond the normal realm
of human expectation.
It comes from the 17th century when scientists assumed
that all swans were white. They were wrong.
Fascinating.
"There's a room. A small boy enters with a candle."
What is this, a bedtime story?
It's a Sufi Parable.
The man in the room, referring to the candle,
asks, "Tell me where this light comes from."
And the boy blows out the candle and replies,
"If you tell me where this light went,
I'll tell you where it comes from." Cute.
Your partner is right about one thing...
I commune with some very dangerous people.
I'm friends with those willing to don suicide vests
in the name of ideology. I know when a man
is willing to sacrifice anything for his cause,
and you're not that kind of man, Agent Benford.
Even if you were to start asking the right questions,
you're not willing to do what it takes to get the answers.
You're that little boy, Agent Benford...
Alone in the dark.
Hey, Al.
Hey, man.
Remember that hacker...
Mr. Cheeto Dust?
Give him a call.
You sure?
Is Somalia really that important?
Yeah.
It's time we got out of the dark.
Addison's disease?
Who's Addison?
Well, he was the guy who discovered the condition.
It's a hormonal imbalance that makes surgery very dangerous.
But, uh, luckily, Dr. Benford realized it in time
and gave you the medication that saved your life.
Wow. Thanks, Dr. Varley.
Hey, we should thank you.
Your flash-forwards helped us piece it together.
If you hadn't told us what you saw,
you might have died on the table. It's pretty cool.
I wasn't afraid, because I didn't need to be afraid.
The future saved me.
Uh, Ned's crit is... is stable.
Look, about earlier, I, um...
I was completely out of line.
Yeah. But you were also right.
I just didn't want to see what was going on with Ned
'cause of what's going on with me, so...
look, I-I-I get it. It's what's happening with me.
That's what made me believe him.
Mm-hmm.
Bryce, I haven't pushed you
'cause you didn't want to talk about the...
Me standing on the pier with a gun to my head?
I just want you to know that I'm here
if you want to talk.
Thanks, Dr. B., but, uh, I'm gonna be all right.
You really think you're just okay now?
I know I am.
The future saved me.
Oh, uh, Dr. Benford?
Hey. I need you to sign the discharge on the rollerblade guy
so I can roll him on out of here. Sure.
Oh, and Dylan Simcoe's white count spiked to 19.
Here's his C.V.C. He was transferred to physical therapy.
Can you give it to his attending? The chief transferred him back.
What? P.T.s said they couldn't handle the antibiotics,
so the chief put him back on your service.
Are you okay, Dr. Benford?
Yeah. Fine.
Hey, Nicole.
Uh, Charlie's just upstairs changing into her P.J.s.
All right.
Um, we did some finger painting,
and she's all done with her homework,
and, uh, we kicked around a soccer ball, too.
Oh, and she had ants on a log for a snack. And how are you doing?
I feel bad for disappearing on you.
Eh, everybody disappeared for a while.
Some people aren't even back yet.
I guess I'm just trying to figure out
why you guys didn't fire me.
Nicole, you're part of the family.
Hey, what's the matter?
You want to talk about what happened?
You can, you know.
What's wrong?
I saw someone drowning me.
What?
I saw someone drowning me...
in my flash-forward.
I saw someone drowning me, and I don't understand,
but I-I felt like I deserved what was happening,
like I had done something wrong, and there's no other way out.
I saw the man's face who was doing it.
He pushed me back down, and...
and then I was just gone.
What did I do
that I think I deserved getting killed?
You don't know exactly what you saw or even how you felt.
What kind of person doesn't care they're being murdered?
Nicole, I've known you a long time.
You didn't do anything wrong, and you won't.
Tomorrow I'm gonna have a detective friend of mine
from the L.A.P.D. come talk to you.
We're not gonna let anything bad happen.
I want to do whatever I have to to make sure you're safe.
All right?
That person you think you saw,
that person you're worried you might be,
that's not you.
Do you think you could try to believe that?
Yeah. I can try.
Good.
Hey, daddy. Hey! Come here, you. Oh!
Moons over Miami. You in? I'm in.
All right. Let's get started. Are you staying?
Um, you know what? I have to go.
She's staying. Breakfast for dinner?
Can't beat that.
Come on. please? Sounds great.
Get cracking the eggs, professor.
Okay.
Can I have a bowl, please? One bowl coming right up.
Okay. Here.
That's silly. Here we go. Okay.
Gamanta, McGillicutty...
Frog leg!
Do you want the coin back?
Yeah! Say the magic words then.
Frog leg, McGillicutty...
See you tomorrow, Dr. Benford. Good night, Deb.
Gamanta, McGillicutty,
Frog leg. There you go.
Do it again!
I think my junior magician has to get his strength up
before the next trick. How about some dinner?
Okay, dad.
I'll be right back.
Uh, you're the, um, the eye of newt soup, right?
All right. Chicken it is.
Yeah?
We need to talk.
Yeah, well, I can't right now.
Well, I'm truly sorry about that, Lloyd,
But talking to me is just one of those little inconveniences
you're going to have to put up with
now that we're responsible for the single greatest disaster
in human history.