- You know how blind I am without them. - Howard don't cry.
Murder!
- Good luck, John. - Any contractions?
Only the ones you give me.
- Okay, Jad, what's coming? - Red ball. Double homicide: one male, one female.
Killer's male, white, 40's.
Agatha determined the time frame at 8:04 a.m.
The twins are a little fuzzy on that, so we need a confirmation.
Location still uncertain. Remote witnesses are plugged in.
This will be case number 1108.
Good morning, detectives.
Case number 1108, previsualized by the Precogs and recorded on holosphere by PreCrime’s q-stacks.
My fellow witnesses for case #1108 are Dr. Katherine James and Chief Justice Frank Pollard.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Will the witnesses preview and validate number 1108 at this time?
- Affirmative we will validate. - Go get him.
Stand by.
Time of murder: 08:04 a.m. That is 44 minutes 13 seconds from now. This is the red ball.
Alright, Howard Marks, where are you?
Howard! Howard, breakfast!
Four score seven years ago...
He looked familiar.
- Who? - The man standing in the park across the street.
- I have seen him before. - How can you even tell, you know how blind you are without your glasses.
- Where are your glasses? - I must have left them up in the bedroom.
You're running out of time.
You know how blind I am...
I show eight "Howard Marks" in the District. Sorted by race and age.
Run the licence and registration. See if we can capture him this way.
Can you grab that?
It's unclear.
- I got six licences what do you want? - Over here, please.
Got him in the Foxhall. 4421 Gainsborough.
Send a DCPD blue and white. Set up a perimeter of the river.
You know I was thinking maybe I'd play hooky. Stay home today.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field.
What do you think?
Become a resting place. What about your meeting?
I'll reschedule. I've been working too much anyway.
We can have lunch together.
What do you say?
I would love...I would love to.
I have an opening house at the rest of the place
I guess that's why you look so nice.
Chief! We got a problem with our location.
- It's no longer there. - Shit!
- Time frame? - 30 minutes.
- Chief, the investigator from the Fed is here. - All I need, some twink from the Fed poking around right now.
John, the word is on your counter, I left your message at your house...
Check again with the paper, they had it forwarded. See if the neighbors know where they went, check all relations...
Checking neighbors and their relations...
- But John... - Fletch just get him some coffee.
Tell him some stories how I save your ass everyday, and you can't live without me.
I got coffee, thank you.
Danny Witwer. The "Twink from the Fed". Woops. Gum?
Sorry Danny, but I’ll have to give you the full tour some other time.
The Marks have moved two weeks ago. Nobody knows where. Still searching for family and employer.
Time horizon: 12 minutes.
What he’s doing now, we call "scrubbing the image", looking for clues as to where the murder’s going to happen.
Original running bond brick pattern, streamlined early Georgian Details...
The brick has been repainted.
- And that this nation. - And that this nation.
- Under God. - Under God.
- Shall not perish from the earth. - Shall not perish from the...
Victims are pronounced here. Killers here.
Beyond that, the date of the crime, all we have to run on are the images, that they produce.
- I show a cop on horseback. - Near the capital?
- No maglev system. - The mall?
Georgetown.
The Precogs can see a murder four days out. What are they liked called?
Well, we call it the red ball.
The crimes of passion is no premeditation so they show up late.
Most of our scrambles are flash events like this one.
We rarely see anything with premeditation anymore.
People have gotten the message.
Oh this is good.
I show a match for Dwight Kingsley. Eighteen century architect. He did two dozen houses in D.C.
Time horizon: ten minutes.
Ten minutes!
Look at this kid.
In this one, he’s on the left of the man in the suit.
- Yes, so? - This one he is on the right.
Merry-go-round.
It's a park.
There’s only sixteen of those old merry-go-rounds left in the city.
Two in Georgetown. One in Barnaby Woods, the others in Woodley.
Woodley’s all Victorian. It’s gotta be Barnaby Woods. Evanna flight time?
When I drive. Three minutes and the wheel's up.
- Clear? - Clear!
Clear!
Time horizon: 6 minutes...
- Let's go to bed. - Let's do it in here.
- The bed is soft. - I'm soft.
Shit!
Which one is it?
Time horizon: 1 minute. Chief, we’re catching up to the future.
Shut up Evanna. Jad?
- Jad? - Go ahead.
- Did he close the front door? - What?
Did Marks close the front door?!
Negative. The front door is open! The front door is open!
Time horizon: 30 seconds...
- I forgot my glasses. - Oh. Howard.
You know how blind I am without them.
Howard don't cry.
Marks!
Look at me. Look at me.
Positive for Howard Marks.
Mr. Marks.
By mandate of the District of Columbia PreCrime division,...
I’m placing you under arrest for the future murder of Sarah Marks and Donald Doobin,...
that was to take place today, April 22, at zero-eight hundred hours, four minutes.
No. I didn’t do anything. Sarah!
Give the man his hat.
Oh, God. Don’t put the halo on me!
- Sarah! - Put your hand on your head!
Help me! I wasn't gonna do anything!
This is the squad of PreCrime.
I want you just sit here a minut a listen to me.
Your husband has been arrested by officers from PreCrime.
Oh, God Howard! No!
Howard, don't cry!
Howard, please don't cry!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
I thought they stopped the murder.
That’s just an echo.
A Precog deja vu, if you will.
The really bad ones, the Precogs see over and over again.
Wally. Erase the incoming.
Imagine a world without murder.
I lost my best friend.
- I lost my aunt. - I lost my dad.
- I lost my father. - I lost my wife.
Just six years ago the homicide rate in this country had reached epidemic proportions.
It seemed that only a miracle could stop the bloodshed.
But instead of one miracle we were given three. The precognitives.
Within just one month under the PreCrime programme.
The murder rate in the District of Columbia was reduced 90 percent.
They were gonna be waiting for me in the car.
He was gonna rape me.
- I was gonna be stabbed. - Right here.
Within a year.
PreCrime has affectively stopped murder in our nation's capital.
In the six years we have been conducting out little experiment...
there hasn't been a single murder.
And now PreCrime can work for you.
We want to make absolutely certain that every American can bank of the utter availability of the system.
And to make sure that would keep us safe but also keep us free.
- PreCrime: It works! - It works!
- It works!
PreCrime: It works!
On Tuesday April 22, vote Yes on the National PreCrime Initiative.
What’s the matter, can’t sleep?
I just need a little clarity.
True that. You want the customary clarity, or the new and improved kind of clarity?
Just give me the new stuff.
Sweet dreams, Chief.
Don’t worry none, your secret’s safe with me. Besides I could use little juice on my side.
What do you think you know, Lycon?
It’s like my Daddy used to say:
"In the land of the blind...
the one eyed-man is King".
I'm home.
Over head.
Wallscreen.
- "Sean!" - "Hi Daddy!"
"Can you teach me how to run faster?"
"Because all the kids at my class run faster than me."
"No."
Look! Keep your knees up!
Like that. Like that.
High, high. Like that. See you are a natural runner.
"Gotta keep running!"
Yeah. Gotta keep running!
You gotta keep running.
"Will I be as fast as you some day?"
I think you will beat me some day.
I think you will beat everyone some day.
"I gotta go."
- "Bye." - No, no, wait wait.
- You gotta give me a kiss. - "Not on the lips!"
"Only mummy kisses me on the lips."
I love you.
- "I love you, Sean." - I love you daddy!"
"You reminds me of Roserito Beach."
"Remember?"
"Yeah...we had 20 dollars, and waited in the van so the sun would shine on our vacation."
"John. John. John put the camera down."
"Look, I'm...I'm all ready for bed... what...what is this? No."
"Put it away, it's time to put the camera to sleep."
"And time to come and take care of your wife."
"Sweetie, why don't you put the camera down,...
and come and watch the rain with me."
"No? I promise to make it a memorable moment."
"Look. Put the camera down or you are not getting anything tonight."
A gentleman from Justice wants to take all this away from us.
You understand a week from now people are going to vote on...
whether or not what we’ve been doing down here has been some noble-minded enterprise...
or a chance to change the way this country fights crime.
I understand. Sir.
John. Watch this Danny Witwer.
- The observer from Justice. - Yes, I met him yesterday.
You can let him look around, answer his questions, but watch him.
Yes, sir.
And if there is any problem, make sure we know about it first.
I understand.
When the Precogs declare a victim and a killer...
their name is embedded in grain of wood.
Since each piece is unique, the shape and grain is unique...
the shape and grain is impossible to forge.
I'm sure you all understand the legalistic drawback to PreCrime methodology.
Here we go again.
Look, I’m not with the ACLU on this, Jeff.
But let’s not kid ourselves, we are arresting individuals who’ve broken no law.
But they will.
The commission of the crime itself is absolute metaphysics. The Precogs see the future. And they’re never wrong.
But it’s not the future if you stop it.
Isn’t that a fundamental paradox?
Yes, it is.
You’re talking about predetermination, which happens all the time.
- Why did you catch that? - Because it was going to fall.
- You’re certain? - Yeah.
But it didn’t fall. You caught it.
The fact that you prevented it from happening doesn’t change the fact that it was going to happen.
You ever get any false positives?
Someone intends to kill his boss or his wife, but they never go through with it.
How do the Precogs tell the difference?
The Precogs don’t see what you intend to do, only what you will do.
Then why can’t they see rapes, or assaults or suicides?
Because of the nature of murder.
"There’s nothing more destructive to the metaphysical fabric"...
"that binds us than the untimely murder of one human being by another".
Somehow, I don’t think that was Walt Whitman.
It was Iris Hineman.
She developed the Precogs, designed the system and pioneered the interface.
- Speaking of interfacing, I’d love to say hello. - To Hineman?
To them.
Cops aren’t allowed inside the temple.
Really? You’ve never been inside?
We keep a strict separation so that no one can be accused of tampering.
So I’ll be the first one to go in then?
- Maybe you didn’t hear me. - If it’s a question of authority.
- There is no question. You don’t have any. - I have a warrant in my pocket that says different.
- Show it to me. - Sure.
This investigation of PreCrime and it's personnel.
Has been conducted under the direct supervision,...
and express permission from the Attorney General of the United States.
I’m here as his representative.
Which means, you’re now operating under my supervision.
It seems you’ve been left out of the loop, John.
Alright we are ready. Let's go.
Alright there. Hold it.
"Not cleared for access."
"Ident. John Anderton approved for entry."
- Wally! - No no no no no...
It's okay. This is Danny Witwer. He’s from Justice and we’re to give him a run of the farm.
- I can’t touch you! - Don't touch him, or anything else in here.
- And John, you can’t be in here! - I understand.
Just answer his questions and we will get the hell outta here.
- Tell me how... - They’re sleeping.
Sorry. Tell me how all this works.
The photon milk acts as both a nutrient supply and a liquid conductor.
It enhances the images that each of them receive.
We call the female Agatha. The twins are Arthur and Dashiell.
We scan by way of optical tomography.
White light pinpoints pulse along the entire length of the headgear...
and are re-read after absorption through their brain tissue.
In other words, we see what they see.
They don't feel any pain. We keep their heads pretty well stocked with dopamine and endorphins.
Plus, we maintain careful control over their serotonin levels.
Don’t want them to drift off to sleep, but they can’t be kept too awake either.
It's better if you don’t think of them as human.
No... they’re much more than that.
Science has stolen most of our miracles.
In a way they give us hope. Hope of the existence of the divine.
I find it interesting that some people have begun to deify the Precogs.
The Precogs are pattern recognition filters, that's all.
- Yeah. But you call this room "the temple". - Just a nickname.
The oracle isn’t where the power is anyway. The power’s always been with the priests.
Even if they had to invent the oracle.
You guys are nodding like you actually know what the hell he’s talking about.
Well. come on, Chief, the way we were changing destiny and all...
I mean, we’re more like clergy than cops.
- Jad? - Yeah?
Go to work. All of you.
Sorry. Old habit.
I spent three years at Fuller Seminary before I became a cop.
- My father was very proud. - What does he think of your chosen line of work?
I don’t know. He was shot and killed when I was fifteen on the steps of our church in Dublin.
I know what it’s like to lose someone close, John.
Of course, nothing is like the loss of a child.
I don’t have any children of my own, so I can only imagine what that must have been like.
To lose your son in such a public place like that.
At least now you and I have the chance to make sure that kind of thing doesn’t happen to anyone.
Why don’t you cut the cute act, Danny, and tell me exactly what it is you’re looking for?
Flaws.
There hasn’t been a murder in six years. There’s nothing wrong with the system. It is...
Perfect, I agree.
If there’s a flaw, it’s human. It always is.
Wally!
Can you see?
John, what the hell just happened?
- Her ACTH levels just shot through the roof! What did you do to her? - She grabbed me.
Grabbed you? It's impossible. The Precogs aren’t even aware of us.
- In the milk all they see is the future. - She looked straight at me.
Could have been a nightmare. Sometimes they dream about the old murders.
- She spoke to me. - To you? What did she say?
"Can you see?"
You're the sentry?
Yes, sir. I’m Gideon.
You're Chief Anderton.
The music relaxes the prisoners.
I don’t ever see any of you precops down here, I’m not in trouble am I?
Not yet. I’m interested in a murder.
- I got plenty of those. Kill type? - Drowning.
That narrows it down. Not too many in here for that one.
Victim's Caucasian female.
This about the Justice Department?
I'm supposed to spruce up for a tour they got planed for tomorrow.
Told me to wear a tie. You like this one?
Stop!
Roll back.
There!
She's a golden oldie. One of our first.
Probably before your time.
- This is the official composite of the three Precogs? - That’s right.
Combined data stream based on all three previsions.
Just show me Agatha’s data stream.
For that.
We go for a ride.
My God.
I have forgotten there were so many.
And to think they’d all be out there killing people if it wasn’t for you.
Look at them. Look at how peaceful they all seam.
But on the inside: Busy, busy, busy.
Okee pokee. Now that is one bad man.
He drowned a woman named Anne Lively out at Roland Lake.
The killer is a John Doe. Never identified.
Why is he still a John Doe? Why wasn’t he never did ID from the EYEscan?
On account of those are not his eyes.
He had ’em swapped out to fool the scanners.
You get it done on the street for a few thousand bucks these days.
- Okay, so you want just the female prevision. - That's right.
- We don’t seem to have her data. - Try again.
This is odd.
See. We have the two previsions.
We got what Art saw, we got what Dash saw.
But Agatha's isn't here.
Probably just a glitch.
Tell me about the intended victim. This Anne Lively.
Looks like she was a neuroin addict like our John Doe here.
But I show an address history that includes the Beaton Clinic.
So she cleaned up. Where is she now?
I guess glitches come in two's.
You finally crawl your way out of one hole, just to fall into another.
No. I can't let you take that out of here, Chief.
- It's against the rules. - Anything else going on in here that's against the rules?
Careful, Chief.
You dig up the past, all you get is dirty.
And you say the third prevision was, what, kind of fuzzy or something?
No, no the third prevision, Agatha's prevision, wasn’t there.
That’s not all. I spent a few hours down there and there’s a dozen more cases with missing previsions.
- You’d think we’d have found a cure for the common cold by now. - It’s stress.
- What’s this? - Herbal tea with honey.
I hate herbal tea...almost as much as I hate honey.
Just drink it before I pour it in your lap.
- Can I get you anything, John? - No, thank you.
Witwer is scheduled for a Containment... tour of Containment tomorrow.
Yeah, give him a tour.
- Lara called me. - What?
- She’s worried about you. And, quite frankly, so am I. - I’m fine.
I understand you’ve been spending a lot of time in the Sprawl.
- I go running down there. - In the middle of the night?
- What if Danny Witwer came to you right now and insisted on a full chem run? - Lamar, I’m fine.
You understand, John, the minute PreCrime goes national, they’re going to take it away from us.
We won’t let them.
No? How’s an old man and a cop on the whiff ever going to stop them?
My father once said to me: "You don’t choose the things you believe in, they choose you".
There’s a reason you’re here, John.
Had PreCrime been in place just six months earlier,...
the loss you and Lara suffered would have been prevented.
Remember the eyes, John...
The eyes of the nation are on us right now.
We both know I’m not the generation anyone listens to.
But, people trust you, John.
When you speak of your absolute belief in PreCrime,...
they know it’s a belief born of pain and not politics. I’ve always understood that.
And I may have even encouraged it, to help with the cause.
But now your pain is hurting both of us.
They’re not going to take it away from us.
I won’t let them.
Bingo!
- "Hi, daddy!" - "Hello little buddy."
- "I made up a club." - "Yeah?"
"We'll call it 'The Crushcoes."
- "We made up a soccer team." - "Yeah?"
- "And we practice at school." - "Yeah? You practice..."
Daddy's in a lot of trouble, Sean.
- Jad. How come you’re not out there with Father Witwer? - We’re in motion on something.
From what I can see, we got a white male-victim, about five-ten, approximately one-seventy.
Takes a round in the ten ring, and goes out a window.
- Red Ball? - Nope. Brown ball.
This one is premeditated.
Amazing there’s someone within two hundred miles actually dumb enough to still do that.
The victim's name is Leo Crow. This is case #1109. Time of occurrence, Friday 15.06 hours.
Start a location run and a contact search for future victim Leo Crow.
Case #1109, previsualized by the Precogs and recorded on holoshpere by PreCrime’s q-stacks.
My fellow witnesses for case #1109 are Dr. Katherine James and Chief Justice Frank Pollard.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Are the witnesses ready to preview and validate #1109?
- Ready when you are, John. - Standing by.
Oh. I love this part.
I’ve got no address last known or otherwise, no tax returns for the last five years.
Check NCIC, maybe he’s got a record.
Then send a protection team as soon as we lock location.
- Looks like federal housing. Concrete, glass, eggcrates. - Ouch. There's a thousand of those in the District.
Tracting them, just coming in.
Numbers.
Nine.
Nine and six.
Female. Senior. She's smoking a pipe.
She's laughing.
Ok, now enter the room.
Windowpanes, illumine exclusion.
Two figures resolving in the room.
Looks like we got a third party.
Wearing sunglasses just out the window.
You’re not gonna kill me.
Good-bye, Crow.
"You’re not gonna kill me."
- "Good-bye, Crow." - "Anderton! Wait!"
Wait, wait.
- You say something, Chief? - No.
I'll get this one.
We got time on this one, Jad.
Mind going down getting me a piece of that cake you’re eating down there? I’m starving.
- Sure, Chief. I think I’ll get one for myself while I’m at it. - Take your time.
Chief Anderton. What is this that I see?
I'm confused about...
- "Anderton. Wait!" - "Good-bye, Crow."
"Wait! Anderton. Wait!"
"Anderton. Wait!"
I like you, Chief.
You’ve always been nice to me.
I’ll give you two minutes before I hit the alarm.
Hold that, please. Thanks.
You're in a lot of trouble, John.
You set me up.
I’ll write the paranoia off to the whiff you been doping on all night.
- Easy. - It seems I’ve found a flaw.
What are you gonna do?
Possession alone will cost you six months, not to mention your badge.
I guess we won’t be working together after all.
Now put the gun down, John. I don’t hear a Red Ball.
Lamar! Lamar!
- Lamar! - John. What the hell is happening?
- It's Witwer he set me up! - What the hell is happening?
- He set me up! - John, just wait, who?
- He set me up! Witwer it's Witwer! He... - Yeah, who’s the victim?
- Somebody. - Who?
- Someone. Leo Crow. - Who is he?
I have no idea. I’ve never heard of him.
But I’m supposed to kill him in less than 36 hours.
- How could Witwer have accessed the case file? - He faked his cerebral output.
- Why would anyone want to? - Can you?
- But I doubt it very much. - But would...would Hineman know?
- Come in. - What?
- Well I'll keep you safe until we get to the bottom of this. - No no no.
Lamar, listen to me, listen, talk to Wally, see if Witwer’s gone inside the temple again.
Then ask Jad for any off hour EYEdents into the analytical room.
John. Just tell me, who’s Leo Crow?
Security lockdown enabled.
Revised Destination: Office.
Lamar, they have found me.
- Is there any way to override the lockdown? John? - No, no.
- No. - No?
I'll meet you anywhere you say.
You can come to my house, John.
You know I can’t. They'll get me. I’m not gonna get haloed.
You can’t run, John.
Everybody runs.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my gosh. Are you okay?
Don’t worry, sir. I’ll bring him in unharmed.
Actually, Gordon, you’re not gonna do that.
- I’m taking control of the team. - What?
Witwer, Fletcher is second in command. It’s his show to run.
If you want, you can observe.
- Do it. Find him. - Yes, sir.
He came to see you the other day right before he was tagged.
What did you talk about?
The Mets. John doesn’t think they’ve got a deep enough pitching roster this year,...
and I’m inclined to.
Why are you protecting him?
You knew he was doping, yet you did nothing about it.
- The man lost a child, for Christ’s sake. - Six years ago.
- What did you two talk about? - None of your damn business.
Oh, it’s all my damn business now, Lamar.
Investigation of a supervising office for a capital crime falls under federal jurisdiction,..
so as to rule out any possibility of conspiracy. He’s my suspect.
- He’s my subordinate! - Shall we call the Attorney General?
I’m sure he’d be happy to clarify the issue for you.
I don’t want John Anderton hurt.
I'm gonna enjoy working here.
"A road to verges in the desert. Lexus."
"The road your on, John Anderton, is the one less travel."
"Good evening, John Anderton."
"John Anderton!"
"You can use a Guinness Draught by now."
"Escape from it all."
"Stress out, John Anderton."
"Get away. John Anderton."
"Forget your troubles..."
He's been idented on the Metro.
The train makes two stops, at 20th and then 33rd.
Send units, siege location.
- They'll never make 20th. - Have faith.
Fire them up!
- Hey Fletch. - Hey John.
- That was a rough landing. - Yeah.
You have to work on that.
It's all shitty of mine.
Don't do it.
Hey, don't do this.
John. Don't run.
You don’t have to chase me.
You don't have to run.
Everybody runs, Fletch.
You know we’ll catch you.
Everybody runs.
- It doesn't have to be like this, John. - Everybody runs.
Get your sick-sticks ready.
Everybody runs, Fletch.
Slow down, Chief. Just take it easy.
No sudden moves, Chief.
John. It's okay.
- Fletch. - Easy does it, Chief.
Got a grip? Got a grip?!
Chief. Chief. Chief!
Anderton!
Go away! Get out of my kitchen!
- Anderton! Stop! - Pull him off me, Fletcher. Get him off me!
By mandate of the District of Columbia PreCrime division, I’m placing you under arrest...
Go to sleep!
You stay with me!
- Dr. Hineman. - You’re trespassing I don't have visitors.
Oh, I’m afraid that would be from the Doll’s Eye.
The vine, the baneberry that scratched you during your illegal climb over my wall.
It’s not a true Doll’s Eye, of course, but a little hybrid of my own design.
It’s quite something, once the poison gets into your bloodstream,...
you’ll start to see what I can only describe as...
the most extraordinary display of blue objects.
This just isn’t your week, is it?
Chief Anderton.
I'm not a killer.
You better drink this.
Soon you won’t be able to swallow, and then you’ll be totally buggered.
All of it.
Okay. Now take a minute to right yourself.
Just what is it you think I can do for you?
You can tell me how someone...
can fake a prevision.
How would I know that?
Because you invented PreCrime.
What’s so funny?
If the unintended consequences of a series of genetic mistakes...
and science gone haywire...
can be called invention, yes, then I invented PreCrime.
You don’t seem all that proud.
I’m not. I was trying to heal them, not turn them into something else.
Heal who?
The innocents we now use to stop the guilty.
You’re talking about...
the Precogs.
You think the three in the tank come out of a test tube?
They are merely the ones who survived.
I was doing genetic research at the Woodhaven Clinic treating children of drug addicts.
This was ten years ago when neuroin at first hit the streets.
It was an empure form of the drug not the engineered cocktail,...
that became so popular among the more educated.
All of these kids were born with severe brain damage. Most died before the age of twelve.
There was few, there was precious few who survived, they had a gift.
I called it a gift for them it was more like a cosmic joke.
They would wake up in the night.
Curled up in a corner of the room, screaming, clunging at the wallpaper.
Because when these little children, you see, closed their eyes at night...
they dreamt only of murder over and over, one after the other.
And it didn't take long for us to realize,...
that the real nightmare was that these so-called dreams...
were about to come true, these murders were actually happening.
You say some of the children died?
So many of them despite what we did for them. Or maybe because of what we did to them.
But it doesn’t matter. It’s a perfect system now, isn’t it?
I’m not gonna commit murder.
I’ve never even met the man I’m supposed to kill.
And, yet, a chain of events has started. A chain that will lead you inexorably to his murder.
- Not if I stay away from him. - How can you avoid a man you’ve never met?
So you won’t help me?
I can’t help you. Nobody can. The Precogs are never wrong.
But, occasionally,...
they do disagree.
What?
Most of the time, all three Precognitives will see an event in the same way.
But once in a while, one of them will see things differently than the other two.
Jesus Christ.
Why didn’t I know about this?
Because these minority reports are destroyed the instant they occur.
Why?
Obviously, for PreCrime to function, there can’t be any suggestion of fallibility.
After all, what good is a justice system that instills doubt?
It may be reasonable, but it’s still doubt.
Are you saying that I’ve halo’d innocent people?
I’m saying that every so often those accused of a PreCrime might,...
just might, have an alternate future.
Does Burgess know about this? About this minority report?
I used to joke with Lamar that we were the mother and father of PreCrime.
Well, in my experience, parents very often see their children as they want them to be, not as they are.
Answer my question. Does Lamar Burgess know about the minority report?
Yes, of course, he knew, but at the time, he felt, we both felt their existence was an insignificant variable.
Insignificant to you maybe, but what about those people I put away with alternate futures?
- My God, if the country knew there was a chance... - The system would collapse.
- I believe in that system. - Do you really?
You wanna bring it down.
You will bring it down,...
if you manage to kill your victim.
Why, that will be the most spectacular public display of how PreCrime didn't work.
- I’m not gonna kill anybody. - Hold that thought.
Why should I trust you?
You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t trust anyone.
Certainly not the Attorney General who just wants it all for himself.
Not the young federal agent who wants your job.
Not even the old man who just wants to hang on to what he has created. Don’t trust anyone.
Just find the minority report.
You said the minority report was destroyed.
The record is destroyed. The original report still exists.
I designed the system so that whenever a report occurred,...
it would be stored in a safe place but not declared.
What safe place is that?
- The safest place there is... - Where is it?
Inside the Precog who predicted it.
All you have to do is download it, darling.
That’s all, huh?
Just walk right into PreCrime, get into the Temple, somehow tap into these Precogs,..
- and then download this minority report. - If you have one.
And then walk out.
Actually, I think you’ll have to run out, but yes, that is what you have to do.
You’re insane or you think I am.
I’ll get EYEscanned a dozen times before I get within ten miles of PreCrime.
Sometimes in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.
As a policeman, excuse me, a former policeman...
I’m sure you know all sorts of people who could help you out in this regard.
It’s funny how all living organisms are alike.
When the chips are down. When the pressure is on.
Every creature on the face of the Earth is interested in one thing and one thing only:..
It’s own survival.
Find the minority report.
How do I even know which one has it?
It’s always in the more gifted of the three.
Which one is that?
The female.
Alright here’s where we’re at.
Three men in a room. The victim is here.
John is here.
And this unidentified male out the window.
The adjacent building suggests public housing, but I can’t make out the location. Which means...
There’s thousands of units like this one.
They’re everywhere.
But he doesn’t go there to kill Crow for another twenty-two hours.
Excuse me this is Chief Anderton's space you can't sit in his...
He's not here anymore.
- He'll be back! - I doubt that.
What happened to you...?
In the meantime, I’m betting he’s somewhere in the Sprawl.
Anderton’s smart enough to go where electronic billboards and other media can ID him to pick his pocket.
There’s fewer consumers down there, which means fewer scanners to target him.
Why wouldn’t he just run?
Because he thinks he’s innocent.
We concentrate on the Sprawl.
We do overflies in ships with two spider teams on the ground.
Thermal scan the entire area, read anything with eyes and a heartbeat.
Where is she?
This damn cold.
Don’t worry.
You see. I could cut open your chest, sew a dead cat in there and you’d never get an infection.
Not with the spectrum of antibios I’ll be shooting into you.
That’s comforting.
You do understand I can’t just give you new irises.
Please don't touch.
Because the scanners will read the new scar tissue.
Alarms will go off and large men with guns will appear.
What was that?
- It's anesthesia. It's all gonna be downhill. - Do you sneak up on you patients like that?
You wouldn't break the hand of a violinist before the concert.
Please, relax.
All I'm trying to tell you is that I'll have to remove your eyes completely.
I know.
- And I'll have to replace them with new ones. - I know that, but I wanna keep the old ones.
Why?
Because my mother gave them to me.
What's it to you? They’re no good to you on the secondary market anyway.
Whatever you say, it's you money.
Let me introduce my gorgeous assistant, Miss Van Eyck.
- This is not alot of money. - That's all I could safely move.
What did you give me?
Smile-medicin. Tell you what, since you and I go way back, why don't I just give you my Old Pal discount.
What do you say?
You don’t remember me, do you?
- We know each other? - Oh, yes, we do.
From where? D.C.?
Baltimore. Eastside.
- Baltimore? - Yeah.
How do we go way back?
Solomon P. Eddie M.D. I was a plastic surgeon.
You remember?
Specialized in burn victims. Mostly women.
- I put you away. - Oh, yeah. You did.
You made those tapes.
They were performance pieces.
You set your patients on fire!
I put them out. Some not as quickly as others, but let’s change the subject, shall we?
The future is much more interesting than the past. Don’t you think?
Ah, Miss Van Eyck. I'm afraid she's already smitten.
She only has eyes for you.