Oh, my god. come quick! It's your sister Annabelle! No way.
I want to come home. taking Annabelle... that was never part of the deal.
You asked me to give you data,
to tell you when we were running the experiment. That's all.
The deal is whatever we say it is. Annabelle is just insurance.
What's that on his hand? That looks like a ring.
A Quantum Entanglement Device.
I'm Gabriel McDow. I told you that.
I said... I definitely said that already.
You have to remember things, Olivia. Gabriel, why have you been following me?
You're going the wrong way. The futures I saw,
you're always with Lloyd.
You all know Fiona Banks, MI6.
None of them had visions,
and now they're all dead. "The Blue Hand. no limits. No fear."
A death club? Slingerland. Am I saying that right?
It says here you taught American history
at South Fairfax High. The script for this conversation has already been written.
Whatever you've all seen is gonna happen. Now Celia's death was an accident, okay?
It could've happened to anyone. Al!
What I saw doesn't have to play out that way.
I found a way to change the game. Al!
You do realize you're wearing the same jacket
you were wearing when we broke ground on the accelerator.
It was an accident, I suppose.
There are no accidents, Lloyd.
I detect some sublimated sentiment
bubbling to the surface.
This is a big deal for both of us.
We've been working on tachyons for 12 years.
This is our moment, Simon.
Go with it. Cheers.
God, I hope it all works.
We're simulating the big bang. What could go wrong?
Excuse me.
Sure. It's mum.
Hello.
What?
When?
Okay.
Uh...
Is Annabelle all right?
Just, uh,
just tell her I'll be on the first flight home.
Yeah.
Okay, you, too. Bye.
Uh...
My dad died.
Activation in one minute.
All right.
This experience was designed by Dr. Campos,
who, unfortunately, could not be with us on this day
when we recreate the beginning of the universe.
Lloyd Simcoe, Dr. Campos' mentor,
the brain behind the brain...
this is Angie Tremont from the "New Science Report."
A journalist? It's all right. She's been cleared.
Oh, sorry.
We have a rather strict confidentiality protocol,
so we're a little wary of the press.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Simcoe. Yes.
Dr. Myhill's been telling me all about the project.
Your crowning glory.
Well, it's been a team effort. Uh, Gordon,
The preliminary firings have started.
The big moment.
Yes?
They're ready.
Activation commencing in 30 seconds.
Initiate. Here goes nothing.
Or everything.
Activation commencing
in 20 seconds.
Activation commencing
in 10 seconds...
9, 8,
7, 6,
5, 4,
3, 2,
1.
Hey, honey. Go ahead. It's your home, too.
I'll always find you, kiddo.
The visions people had
are really only just possible futures.
Uh, the universe operates within certain parameters,
but there is some flexibility.
With one week till the 29th, Dr. Simcoe,
we are all still wondering what to expect.
Well, it's a well-known precept in quantum physics
that observations shape reality.
You're saying that seeing our futures
may, in fact, change our futures.
Uh, that's the theory, yes.
But the future does have a way of fighting back.
What do you mean by that?
Small things may change, but the forces of the universe
may be pushing us towards the futures we have seen. That's interesting.
And what about the people who learned from Mosaic
they were meant to die before the 29th
but lived past the fatal event?
Well, those people are the statistical anomalies
at the edge of the curve. Should you still be worried?
Because it sounds like you're saying
the universe may course-correct,
that they might not have escaped their fates after all.
Yes, that's possible.
So maybe a better word for "course-correction"
is "destiny"?
Well, I'm just a scientist,
I'm not really qualified to answer that question.
I'd like to welcome tonight's next guest...
Celia Quinones.
Ms. Quinones is the young woman whose future was changed
by the suicide of FBI Agent Al Gough...
One of Dr. Simcoe's "statistical anomalies."
Ms. Quinones, take us through your experience.
First, I-I would like to say again
to the family of Agent Gough
how... grateful my family and I are
for his actions.
Um, in the first weeks after the blackout,
I heard that not having a vision
meant that I would be dead on April 29th.
That must've been terrifying for you.
When I discovered on the Mosaic web site
that I would be hit by a car, I lived in constant terror
that I might die at any moment. But you didn't.
I'm sure a lot of people have questions,
so let's open up the phone lines.
Uh, Muncie, Indiana, you're on the air.
This question's for Dr. Simcoe.
Is it possible the blackout caused
permanent brain damage to anyone?
There's no reason to believe so.
Well, people's lives have been ruined.
What if this happens again?
It is critical that people remain calm.
A-and... and I-I must repeat
that no one's brain was damaged in any way
by the blackout itself.
And let me reassure you
it is impossible that there could be another blackout.
I almost believe him myself. Yeah, tell me again
why we're not telling people there's another blackout coming?
Because we don't know when it's gonna happen.
We tell people but don't say when?
The world will turn into an armed camp.
So, Celia, you're confident that your future has changed?
I'm still here.
The universe seems to have a different plan for me.
Thank you for joining us today.
Any last words, Dr. Simcoe?
Uh, come the 29th,
I believe that we will all end up
where we're supposed to be.
"Supposed to be"? Thank you for speaking with us today.
That doesn't mean we can't decide our fate.
After the break, we'll be talking to...
author of the award-winning book "Teens and Truth."
She's going to help us figure how to talk about...
Stop! Stop!
That's my sister!
Annabelle! Annabelle! Stop there!
Annabelle! Stop, Simon! Don't come any closer or they'll kill me!
Who? What? They're watching. They'll shoot me.
What? Who? What do they want? They said they want you and the ring.
They got your message, and they're sending one back.
You have 12 hours, or they'll kill me.
Annabelle.
Please, Simon.
Give them what they want. They were very specific.
You only have 12 hours to give them the ring
or they will kill me. Get in the car. Just go.
Annabelle, I'm not leaving you here. Get in the car.
Annabelle... Just go! Please, just go!
Let's go. Now.
Zampieron?
Tech wizard extraordinaire?
I'll take that as a "yes."
License plate?
You are good.
What I'd like to know is whose car that belongs to.
Yeah. Yeah, I can definitely do this. Simple.
Just gotta run it by the head man.
That's the part of the process I'd like you to omit. Hmm. No can do.
Name your price.
Anything?
Hey, you. Hey.
How do you always know when I'm here?
Mm, stalking. Internet.
Paid informants. You know, the usual.
Mm-hmm.
I, um, I brought you a book.
It's one of my favorites, and it helped me a lot with my mom.
I wish...
I wish you'd tell me when you're getting chemo.
I don't want you to feel obligated to come.
It's not an obligation.
L.A.P.D. called.
Someone claiming to be MI6
used my name to get access to a crime scene.
Hello, Demetri. You're looking well.
You, too, Fiona.
So, uh, I'm guessing you didn't fly all the way in from London
just 'cause you missed me.
No. Andrew Weeks was supposed to die on March the 2nd
from a drug allergy, but he survived the date.
He made a big deal out of it, too, huh? His wife heard him fall,
came running out and found him dead.
No sign of anyone coming in or out of the house.
If I'm living on borrowed time,
I might avoid a room full of guns. Except he wasn't shot.
He was bleeding from the mouth and nose,
so forensics field-tested his coffee.
It showed positive for Warfarin. Rat poison?
That explains the bleeding.
I don't get it.
You got a room full of guns, and you poison a guy. Why?
Weeks was supposed to die from a drug allergy,
not a gunshot wound.
I think the killer was trying to get as close as possible
to the original cause of death.
That was in his papers. These are directions to a Blue Hand gathering.
That's why I'm here. Four Blue handers
dead in the L.A. area in the last three weeks.
Each knew exactly how and when they were supposed to die
but lived past their death date.
I was in Anaheim investigating when I got word of this one.
You really think someone's to trying knock off survivors? It's just a hunch.
What was I supposed to say?
"Well, yes, there's gonna be another blackout.
Well, sorry, we just can't tell you when."
So you said what you had to.
I mean, people are terrified. You gave 'em hope.
No, what I gave them was a lie.
What would give people hope
is if Simon and I could crack this Q.E.D. technology.
Then at least people wouldn't black out in the first place.
What about that caller who asked about brain damage?
I mean, I've never even considered that.
No. If the blackout could cause brain damage,
we would've picked up on it a long time ago.
I know how much this is weighing on you.
I wish there was something I could do to help. Olivia...
You already are.
Hey.
You wanted to see me?
You may think
that promising a Junior Analyst a weekend at the Bunny Ranch
will get him to jeopardize his job, but it won't.
My sister ran away from home
after the blackout.
I saw her this morning.
She was in a white van with that license plate.
So you just figured you'd have one of my agents help you out? I have to find her.
We ran the plate.
Van was stolen two days ago in San Francisco.
Traffic cam...
picked this up.
Now that's a nice story, Simon, but how about the truth?
You wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
I was trying to have her come with me.
The people she's with, they have some sort of... hold over her.
You're lying. She didn't run away.
She was kidnapped.
Look at her body language. She's terrified.
How long have you known about this? I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, come on. Don't play games with me.
This is your sister. Exactly. My sister.
That's why I'll do anything to find her.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Someone knows you feel this way,
they'll use it against you as leverage.
And considering what you know, I'd say they could get a lot.
Are you suggesting I've been compromised?
I don't know what you've been,
but I do know one thing... You've been lying.
And now you've put
the entire Mosaic investigation in jeopardy.
What do you think?
Something in the ring's structure
has to be maintaining superposition.
It's keeping people awake... But how?
You're not even listening.
"Maintaining superposition" was what you said,
and I have no idea.
Well, do you want to focus a little?
We've done enough damage. Maybe we can put something right.
Look, just because you feel guilty about lying on the news
and want to save the world
doesn't mean that we can actually make it happen.
Yes, we can, and it's not about feeling guilty. Yeah, right.
No, it's about preventing more deaths. Oh, it's all Lloyd Simcoe's fault,
and now he can save the day.
It's a little messianic, don't you think? What are you talking about?
Oh, millions of deaths.
It's an overwhelming concept. Numbers like that...
you lose track of individuals. They fall through the cracks.
A single person doesn't even matter. Okay, now you're losing me.
My sister.
Annabelle? So what are you talking about?
She's been kidnapped. When?
A few days after the blackout.
Why would anyone kidnap your sister?
I have no idea. What do the police say?
Well, the FBI are on it. There's nothing more I can do.
Well, why didn't you tell me? I would've helped.
Oh, yeah? How?
W-well, I don't know, but I-I...
Now I just feel useless. Well it's not about you, Lloyd.
I had to deal with the situation as best I could for Annabelle.
Now I'm sorry I didn't keep you in the loop.
I've been kinda busy.
Why would he hide the fact that his sister was kidnapped?
The polygraph's inconclusive.
You really think he's compromised?
There's nothing concrete, but...
Look, Mark, I don't like this situation any more than you do,
But we need Simon.
We'll look for his sister.
Find her, and find out what they want from him.
I never thought we'd be talking to this guy again.
Everyone, next week's reading...
Schopenhauer.
Mr. Slingerland?
Agent Noh.
I'm so glad to see you again.
This is Inspector Banks.
I remember you, too. Mr. Slingerland.
What's going on?
Do you recognize this man?
Yeah, that's Andrew. Andy Weeks.
I remember seeing him at the Blue Hand gatherings.
That was a while ago. I'm not really into that anymore.
Why do you ask? He's dead.
How?
Murdered.
Ooh.
Poor Andy.
Uh...
Guess he thought he was in the clear.
But I suppose the universe has to, uh, balance itself.
Excuse me?
Life is energy, you see.
As each new life begins, another ends.
And if you mess with that balance,
the universe pushes back. Andy was a good guy. I'm sorry.
We need you to put together a list of the Blue handers
who knew Mr. Weeks. Can you do that for us? Be happy to.
And you might want to be careful.
We think someone's killing the people
that lived past their death dates...
People like you. So you don't want me to go on television
and announce it to the world? Just watch you back, is what we're saying.
I will, Agent Noh.
Gabriel's blood work came back.
So besides his feet, everything seems okay.
The left foot looks good.
His right still looks pretty bad.
Okay, well, let's finish up the antibiotics,
and we'll reevaluate tomorrow. Okay.
Orderlies to Admitting.
Where's Charlie?
Hey, you!
Charlie's at school. What are you doing here?
Uh, Occupational Therapy, which I completely forgot about.
Dylan was hoping to see you,
and, um, so was I.
Hi.
Lloyd?
Lloyd Simcoe?
Lloyd? I knew it. I knew it.
I said it would happen. I saw it would happen. I-I knew it. I beg your pardon?
You're supposed to be with Olivia.
She's not supposed to be with the other one. Okay, Gabriel, let's go. Come on. Back... back to bed. Let's go.
Not the other one. I need my shoes. Remember? Your shoes didn't fit.
That's why your feet were bleeding. But I liked those shoes.
Okay. Let's go, Gabriel. Inside. Gabe, we're gonna do this.
Come on. Let's go. So good. So good that you're together with Lloyd now.
No, we're not together. You're together with Lloyd now. It's so good.
You know what? We're not... We're not together, Gabe.
We're just... yeah, complicated. We're... we're...
You're the best thing since sliced bread. yes?
Okay. You're... you're the best thing since sliced bread.
Here we go.
Can I come in?
Brought lunch. Hi, Gabriel. Where's the beef?
I got it right here. Go ahead.
So how's he doing?
Uh, he's better. Good.
We got a lot of questions,
and I'm gonna have to bring him into the FBI.
You know what? He hasn't finished his I.V. antibiotics.
He needs a brain scan.
He's not going anywhere for a few days.
Would it be all right
if I just ask him a few questions here, then?
Sure.
Thank you.
Hey, buddy.
Can I ask you a question? I found this in your things.
You wanna tell me what this is?
My book. It's all there.
But what is this a picture of?
Gabriel, this is important.
I saw it.
I was there, on a trip.
I saw it.
A flash-forward.
Oh, no. Oh, no! Oh, no! I don't like pickles!
Okay, it's okay. I don't like pickles!
I-I don't like lettuce! I-I hate onions! I...
I like tomatoes. I like... I like tomatoes.
Now where are we? Starting from where we first pick up
the van Campos' sister was in... 6th Street bridge.
Then we headed south.
We picked them up here, and then here,
and then they head into this weird zone downtown.
Eight blocks wide.
Coverage their is sketchy, so we lost them.
You can't get me any more than that? I'm not a magician.
Any way we can pick up the van coming out of that zone?
Well, there are over a hundred exits.
It'd take at least a day and a half
to go through all that footage. Well, it's only eight blocks.
We can do a sweep in less time than whiz kid here. Mm.
You found something.
Just following up on a tip. I'm coming with you.
No, you're not. Yes, I am.
No, you're not! Listen to me, Simon.
You're here for one reason and one reason only...
to work on the Q.E.D. your volunteering here
is starting to feel a little convenient.
I don't trust you, Simon. Not for a minute.
That's your prerogative. You're damn right it is,
And that's not gonna work out too well for you.
Right now I'm gonna go get your sister back.
And after I do, you and I are gonna have a little sit-down.
No more lying.
They said want you and the ring.
They got your message, and they're sending one back.
You have 12 hours, or they'll kill me. Annabelle.
Please, Simon. Give them what they want.
Thanks for coming by.
I wanted to go over your latest Serologies with you.
Your tumor markers are undetectable.
Lymphocytes are back to normal.
Wait.
Does that mean that I'm... Experimental protocol seems to be working.
Your cancer is officially in remission.
What? What?
What? We've been optimistic for a few weeks.
I just didn't want to get your hopes up.
I've had two other Oncologists check those results,
and it's working.
That's incredible.
Well, what are you waiting for? Go on. Get out of here.
The future awaits.
Yeah.
You wanted to see me? Oh. Yeah.
Um, we have a shift down at immigration tonight
giving flu shots to detainees. Can you help out?
Sure. Happy to.
Okay, great. Just take a look through these files
and see what you're getting yourself into.
Don't worry. It's all basic. Nothing you can't handle. Okay?
Thank you.
Have you been working all day?
Since 5:00 in the morning.
Do you know this man?
Someone tampered with his coffee.
Yeah. Andy.
You're sure? Yeah, he's a regular.
He's here every day. So am I.
When's the last time you saw him? Uh, yesterday. He was here with some guy,
chatting away like they were old pals.
Made a big deal about surviving something,
his whole life to look forward to. What'd his friend look like?
I don't know. Tall, kinda geeky-looking,
wearing this big, ugly horseshoe ring.
Life is energy, you see.
As each new life begins, another ends.
And if you mess with that balance, the universe... You're sure?
Yeah, I am. Pushes back.
"You can do what you will,
"but at any given moment of your life,
"you can will only one definite thing.
Nothing other than that thing."
What do you guys think that means?
That free will is a lie?
Exactly.
Where's Mr. Slingerland?
I don't know. He was here, and then he just left.
Are you Agent Noh?
He wanted me to tell you something. What?
The universe always pushes back.
You might want to be careful.
We think someone's killing the people
that lived past their death dates. So you don't want me to go on television
and announce it to the world? I'm still here.
The universe seems to have a different plan for me.
He's trying to course-correct.
I think I know who he's going after next.
Celia Quinones,
Welcome to your future.
Run! Celia, run! Run!
Now! Celia, now! Run!
South on Grand! He's heading South on Grand!
Freeze! FBI!
Aah!
Uhh! Oh, my god!
No! Celia! Someone get help!
She just ran in front of me! I couldn't stop!
She's still alive. She's still alive.
E.M.T.s to Grand and 6th. Priority 3! Code 1! Move!
She was just there, Demetri. She's all right. Stay with her!
She's not dead. She's alive. You failed.
Not yet.
Anyway...
It's not me.
It's the universe,
which never fails.
It's funny.
I was supposed to have an aneurysm,
but you killed me instead.
Gets done either way.
See you soon... sport.
Simon.
Here to make up for my bad behavior. Don't worry about it.
You've been under a lot of stress lately.
I just wanted to say thanks.
For what?
Cambridge, the Brewschlagger fellowship,
for getting me into N.L.A.P.
I did it for selfish reasons, Simon. You make me look good.
Gracious as well. You helped me out and you know it.
I wouldn't be anywhere without you. Okay, what's going on?
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Annabelle. Truly, I am.
I should've months ago. It's been eating away at me,
and I've been pretending I was fine.
I should have said something.
Well, I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't help.
I would have, you know.
Yeah, I know you would. You're the only real friend I have.
You are clearly in need of a drink. Come on.
Oh, you're not wrong, but I, uh...
I have to be somewhere.
I'll see you, Lloyd.
Hey.
Hey! Nicole.
I've been looking all over for you.
What's the matter?
I, um...
I, uh...
I have something I have to tell you.
Yeah. Me, too.
Okay... then.
You're never gonna believe this.
My cancer is in remission.
I know! Oh, my god! Bryce, that's... that's amazing!
I'm still completely in shock,
and it... it got me thinking about my future,
and I don't want to waste any more time.
Are you sure? I mean, what we saw is...
No, forget what we saw. We're here, now.
This is all that matters.
What happened to Celia...
There was nothing we could do.
You know, I've been thinking about our bird.
What if you tape the window?
How do you mean?
Well, if you cover the window,
the bird might not crash into it.
It's a nice thought.
But I think it'll probably just crash into a different window.
Maybe.
But it's worth a shot.
It's the hospital calling.
Hello?
Agent Banks? Agent Fiona Banks? Yes.
I'm calling about Celia Quinones
and I'm afraid it's bad news.
Her physical and neurological injuries are extensive,
and I'm not optimistic about her chance of survival.
Oh, my god.
You're gonna call again on the 29th
to tell me that she's gone.
Ms. Banks, what happened to Celia was an accident.
There are no accidents anymore.
Mark, we're running out of time for Campos' sister.
I've covered a 5-block radius. Only 3 to go.
Whoa. I'm sorry. Special Agent Benford. FBI.
Looks like they got you working late.
Yeah. Some clown ran right into this,
nearly took out the electrical box.
Pulled into that warehouse driving crazy.
That's a lot of damage.
Eh. Imagine what the van looked like.
Imagine.
I think I found the van.
Put me through to S.W.A.T.
Okay, move!
Now go! Move.
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe now.
I'm here.
Yes? It's Mark. We got her, Simon.
She's sitting right next to me.
Thank god. Is she all right?
Exhausted, confused, but physically she's fine.
Can I talk to her for a second? I just wanna hear her voice.
All right, but then you and I need to talk,
and you need to tell me everything.
No more lies, Simon.
Fine.
He wants to talk to you.
Simon?
Belle. Is that really you?
I'm really tired, Simon.
I wanna go home and see mom.
I know. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.
No matter what happens, baby sister, remember...
I love you.
I love you, too.
Good-bye, Belle.
Simon. Good-bye, Mark.
He took the damn ring.
Uh, what am I looking at?
So this is Gabriel McDow's brain. No brain damage.
And he had hundreds of flash-forwards.
Now these are taken from people who were being scanned
at the time of the blackout on October 6th. Same thing.
No damage.
Nothing. Nothing unusual.
So you weren't lying about this in your interview.
Thanks. Makes me feel a bit better.
Good.
Well, so this McDow is a Savant?
Yeah. He's pretty high-functioning.
Incredible memory.
And he thinks we should be together.
Uh...
That's what he saw in his flash-forwards.
Were we happy?
I know how I felt in mine.
I need to talk to you.
I was just leaving.
Thanks for the scans, Olivia. I really appreciate it. Yeah, sure. Excuse me.
See you later. Bye, Mark. I'll call you.
Simon Campos has disappeared.
What?
He's gone.
He came to see me tonight.
It was the strangest thing.
It was like he was trying to say good-bye.
The day of the blackout... anything about his behavior
seem... strange?
Well, I don't know.
He was in Toronto at his father's funeral.
Uh...
My dad died.
My god, Simon. What happened?
There was an accident. I have to go home.
Yes, of course. Then we'll postpone until you get back.
No. Stick to the plan.
But the system's still on standby.
What difference does a week make? What's the rush? No, we've worked too long,
too hard at this. We have to stay on schedule.
It has to be October 6th, 11:00 a.m.
No delays.
You know, I never understood why he would miss that moment...
I mean, after all those years of work,
and we could've changed the date.
Is Simon Campos capable of engineering a global blackout?
He's capable of anything.
And he always has a plan.
Once we realized that
his involvement in the blackout was deeper than we thought,
I went back and I ran this Gait analysis
on Simon Campos and on Suspect Zero.
Not only are they comparable in height, weight and age,
they're a 99th percentile match
in spacial-temporal and kinematic classes.
But Suspect Zero was in Detroit,
and we have multiple eyewitnesses that put Simon
at his father's funeral in Toronto the same day.
I checked inbound flights to airports around Detroit.
On October 6th,
a G4 with Canadian tail numbers
requested an emergency maintenance landing
at Willow Run. So they wouldn't have filed a flight plan.
Plane was on the ground for a couple of hours
then right back to Toronto. He could've gotten
to the stadium then back to the airport by then.
Show me that footage again.
Simon Campos is Suspect Zero.
If I showed you pictures, Annabelle,
could you identify any of these guys?
We need to find the men who took you.
No. I never saw any faces.
They always wore these weird masks.
Please, can I go home now?
I know you're tired.
Just one more question.
What did they want from Simon?
I told you. I don't know.
They just left me in the van.
They said they were done with me.
Did you overhear anything? Anything at all?
Annabelle.
What did they want him for?
I promise you.
Nothing bad will happen to Simon.
Think real hard.
Did you overhear anything? Anything at all?
They said he's going to cause another blackout.