You know how blind I am without them.
Howard, don't cry.
Murder.
- Good luck, John. - Any contractions?
Only the ones you give me.
- What's coming? - Red Ball, double homicide.
One male, one female. Killer's male, white, 40s.
Agatha nailed the time at 8:04 a.m. The twins are a little fuzzy on that.
Location's still uncertain. Remote witnesses are plugged in.
This will be case number 1108.
Morning, detectives.
Case number 1108, previsualized by the Pre-Cogs...
...recorded on holosphere by Precrime's Q-stacks.
My fellow witnesses are Dr. Katherine James and Chief Justice Frank Pollard.
Good morning.
Will the witness preview and validate 1108 at this time?
Affirmative. I will validate.
Go get them.
- Standby. - Time of murder: 8:04 a.m.
That is 24 minutes, 13 seconds from now. This is a Red Ball.
You know how blind I am without them.
All right, Howard Marks, where are you?
Howard? Howard, breakfast.
Four score and seven years ago...
- He looked familiar. - Who?
A man standing in the park across the street.
- Seen him before. - How can you tell?
You're blind without your glasses. Where are your glasses?
- In the bedroom. - You're running out of time.
- You know how blind I am...
I show eight Howard Markses in the District. Sorting by race and age.
Run their license and registration. See if I can capture an address here.
I was thinking I'd stay home today.
- What about your meeting? - I've been working too much.
- Can you grab that? - It's unclear.
- Six licenses. Where do you want them? - Over here, please.
You know how blind I am without them.
Got him in the Foxhall. 4421 Gainsborough.
Send DCPD. Set up a perimeter. Tell them we're en route.
I was thinking maybe I'd play hooky, stay home today.
- "We've come to dedicate a portion..." - What do you think?
- What about your meeting? - I'll reschedule.
I've been working too much anyway.
- "But in a larger s..." Good. - We could have lunch together.
- What do you say? - "We cannot consecrate...
- I would love to. - "The brave men, living and dead...
I have an open house at the Ressler place.
- Have consecrated, far above our poor power to add or detract."
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? - Thirteen minutes.
Investigator from the Fed's here.
I don't need some twink from the Fed poking around.
I wrote it on your calendar.
See if the neighbors knew where they went.
- Check all relations. - Checking.
Just get him some coffee, tell him how I save your ass every day.
I got coffee, thanks.
Danny Witwer, the twink from the Fed.
Oops. Gum?
I'll give you the full tour some other time.
They moved two weeks ago. Nobody knows where. Still searching for family.
Time horizon, 12 minutes.
He's scrubbing the image, looking for clues as to where the murder will happen.
Original running bond brick pattern, Georgian details. Brick was repointed.
And that this nation, under God, shall not perish from the earth.
Victims are pronounced here, killers here.
Beyond that, all we have to run on are the images that they produce.
- Show a cop on horseback. - Near the Capitol?
- No maglev system. - Come on.
Georgetown.
The Pre-Cogs can see a murder four days out. Why the late call?
A Red Ball. Crimes of passion have no premeditation, so they show up late.
Most of our scrambles are flash events. We rarely see premeditation anymore.
People have gotten the message.
I show a match with Dwight Kingsley, 18th-century architect.
- He did two dozen houses in D.C. - Time horizon, 10 minutes.
Look at this kid.
In this one, he's on the left side of the man.
Yes. So?
This one he's on the right.
Merry-go-round.
It's a park.
There's only 16 of these old merry-go-rounds left in the city.
Two in Georgetown, one in Barnaby Woods, the others in Woodley.
It's gotta be Barnaby Woods. Evanna, flight time?
The way I drive? Three minutes after wheels up.
- Clear. - Clear.
Time horizon, six minutes.
Let's go to bed.
Let's do it in here.
- But the bed is soft. - I'm soft.
Shit.
Which one is it?
- Not the bed. - Come on.
I don't want to be on the bed.
- 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?
Front door...
I didn't wanna be on the bed.
- Negative. The front door is open. - Time horizon, 30 seconds.
I forgot my glasses.
Howard.
You know how blind I am without them.
Howard, don't cry.
Marks!
Look at me. Look at me.
Positive for Howard Marks.
By mandate of the District of Columbia Precrime Division...
...you're under arrest for the future murder of Mrs. Marks and Mr. Dubin...
...that was to take place today at 0800 hours and four minutes.
- I didn't do anything. Sarah? - Give the man his hat.
Oh, God. Don't put that halo on me. Sarah!
- Put your hand on your head. - Help me! I wasn't gonna do anything!
I'm Officer Scott with the Precrime Trauma Response Unit.
Sit here a minute and listen to me.
Your husband is being arrested by Precrime.
Oh, God, Howard, no.
Howard, don't cry. Howard, don't cry.
Please, don't cry. Oh, God. Oh, God.
I thought they stopped the murder.
That's just an echo. Pre-Cog déjà vu, if you will.
The really bad ones the Pre-Cogs 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 wife.
Just six years ago, the homicide rate had reached epidemic proportions.
It seemed that only a miracle could stop the bloodshed.
But instead of one miracle, we were given three: The Pre-Cognitives.
Within just one month under the Precrime program...
... the murder rate in the District of Columbia was reduced 90%.
- They were waiting for me. - He was gonna rape me.
- I was going to be stabbed. - Right here.
Within a year, Precrime effectively stopped murder in our nation's capital.
In the six years of our experiment...
... there hasn't been a single murder.
And now Precrime can work for you.
We want to make certain that every American...
... can bank on the infallibility of the system.
And to ensure that what keeps us safe will 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?
- Just need a little clarity. - True that.
You want the customary clarity or the new and improved kind of clarity?
Give me the new stuff.
New and improved clarity. Clarity, clarity. Yes, indeed.
Come on. Come on.
Don't bust my balls. You've only given me four, and some of these are duds.
Sweet dreams, chief.
Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.
I could use a little juice on my side.
What do you think you know?
It's like my daddy used to say:
"In the land of the blind...
...the one-eyed man is king."
I'm home.
Overhead.
Wall screen.
- Sean. - Hi, Daddy.
Can you teach me how to run faster?
Because all the kids in my class run faster than me.
That's good.
Keep your knees up.
Like that. Like that. High. High. Like that.
- See, you're a natural runner. - Gotta keep running.
Yeah. Gotta keep running.
Gotta keep running.
- Will I be as fast as you someday? - Oh, I think you'll beat me someday.
- You're gonna beat everybody. - I think you'll beat everyone someday.
- I gotta go. Bye. - No, no, no. Wait, wait.
- You gotta give me a kiss. - Not on the lips.
Only Mommy kisses me on the lips.
Yeah, all right. All right.
I love you.
- I love you, Sean. - I love you, Daddy.
Reminds me of Rosarito Beach.
Remember?
We had 20 dollars and...
Waiting in that van so the sun would shine on our vacation.
John. John. John, put the camera down.
Look, I'm all ready for bed. 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.
Why don't you put the camera down and come and watch the rain with me?
No? I promise I'll make it a memorable moment.
Put the camera down or you're not getting anything tonight.
A gentleman at Justice wants to take this away from us.
In a week, people will vote on whether or not...
...what we've been doing has been a noble-minded enterprise...
...or a chance to change the way this country fights crime.
John...
...watch this Danny Witwer, the observer from Justice.
- I met him yesterday. - Let him look around.
Answer his questions, but watch him.
If there's any problem, make sure we know about it.
When the Pre-Cogs declare a killer, their name is embedded in the wood.
Since the shape and grain of each piece is unique, they're impossible to forge.
You understand the legalistic drawback to Precrime methodology.
- Here we go again. - I'm not with the ACLU on this...
...but we arrest individuals who've broken no law.
- They will. - The commission is metaphysics.
The Pre-Cogs 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.
You're talking about predetermination, which happens all the time.
- Why'd you catch that? - It was gonna fall.
You're certain?
But it didn't fall. You caught it.
Preventing it doesn't change the fact that it was going to happen.
You ever get any false positives?
Someone intends to kill, but doesn't. How do the Pre-Cogs tell the difference?
They don't see what you intend to do, only what you will do.
Why can't they see rapes, assaults, suicides?
Because of the nature of murder.
Nothing's more destructive to the metaphysical fabric that binds us...
...than the untimely murder of a human. - That wasn't Walt Whitman.
Iris Hineman. She developed Pre-Cogs, designed the system and the interface.
Speaking of interfacing, I'd love to say hello.
- To Hineman? - To them.
- Cops aren't allowed inside the temple. - You've never been inside?
We keep strict separation so that no one can be accused of tampering.
- 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 its personnel is conducted...
...under the direct supervision and permission from the attorney general.
I'm here as his representative...
...which means you're now operating under my supervision.
Seems you've been left out of the loop.
All right, we're ready. Let's go.
- Hold it right there. Hold on. - Not cleared for access.
Eye-dent: John Anderton. Approved.
- Wally. - No, no, no, no.
Danny Witwer from Justice. We're to give him the run of the farm.
- I can't touch you. - Don't touch anything.
- You can't be in here. - Just answer his questions.
- Tell me how... - They're sleeping.
Sorry. Tell me how all this works.
The photon milk acts as both a nutrient supply and conductor.
It enhances the images they 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 length of the headgear...
...and are reread after absorption through their brain tissue.
In other words, we see what they see.
They don't feel pain. We keep their heads stocked with dopamine.
Plus, we maintain careful control over their serotonin levels.
Don't want them to drift off into too deep a sleep.
- They can't be kept too awake either. - 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.
It's interesting that some people have begun to deify the Pre-Cogs.
Pre-Cogs are pattern-recognition filters. That's all.
- Yet you call this room the "temple." - A nickname.
The oracle isn't where the power is, anyway.
The power is with the priests, even if they had to invent the oracle.
You guys are nodding like you know what he's talking about.
Well, come on, chief. The way we work, changing destiny and all...
...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 proud. - What does he think of your work?
I don't know. He was shot and killed when I was 15 at our church in Dublin.
I know what it's like to lose someone close.
Nothing's like the loss of a child.
I don't have any children, so I can only imagine what that was like.
To lose your son in such a public place like that...
Now we can make sure that kind of thing doesn't happen to anyone.
- Tell me what it is you're looking for. - Flaws.
There hasn't been a murder in six years. This system is...
Perfect. I agree. If there's a flaw, it's human.
It always is.
John.
Wally.
Can you see?
What happened? Her ACTH levels just shot through the roof!
- What'd you do? - She grabbed me.
Impossible. They're not aware of us. In the milk, all they see is the future.
- She looked straight at me. - It could have been a nightmare.
- She spoke to me. - To you?
What'd she say?
"Can you see?"
You the sentry?
Yes, sir, I'm Gideon.
You're Chief Anderton.
The music relaxes the prisoners.
I don't ever see you Precops down here. Am I in trouble?
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.
- Victim's Caucasian, female. - This about the Justice Department?
I'm supposed to spruce up for a tour they got tomorrow. You like this tie?
Stop.
Roll back.
There.
She's a golden oldie. One of our first. Probably before your time.
- This is the composite of the three? - 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'd 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 seem.
But on the inside: Busy, busy, busy.
Okey-pokey. Now that is one bad man.
He drowned a woman named Anne Lively out at Roland Lake.
The killer's a John Doe, never identified.
Why is he still a John Doe? Why wasn't he ID'd from the eye scan?
Those are not his eyes. He had them swapped out to fool the scanners.
You can 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's a neuroin addict, like our John Doe here.
Address history includes the Beaton Clinic.
So she cleaned up. Where is she now?
I guess glitches come in twos.
You finally crawl your way out of one hole just to fall into another.
No.
Can't let you take that out of here, chief.
- It's against the rules. - Anything else against the rules?
Careful, chief. You dig up the past, all you get is dirty.
The third prevision was what, kind of fuzzy or something?
No, the third prevision, Agatha's prevision, wasn't there.
That's not all. There are a dozen more cases with missing previsions.
You'd think we'd have found the cure for the common cold.
- 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's scheduled for a tour of Containment tomorrow.
Yeah, give him a tour.
- Lara called me. - What?
She's worried about you. 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 insisted on a full chem run?
I'm fine.
The minute Precrime goes national, they are going to take it away.
- We won't let them. - No?
How is 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 are here.
Had Precrime been in place earlier, your loss would have been prevented.
Remember, the eyes...
The eyes of the nation are on us right now.
I'm not the generation anyone listens to...
...but people trust you when you speak of your belief in Precrime.
They know that it's a belief born of pain, not politics. I understood that.
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. - Hey, buddy.
- I made up a club. - Yeah?
- We're called the Crescos. - The Crescos.
- We made up a soccer team. - Yeah?
- We practice at school. - With Connor?
Your daddy's in a lot of trouble, Sean.
- Wait! - No!
Jad, how come you're not with Father Witwer?
We're in motion on something. We got a white, male victim, about 5' 10", 170.
He takes a round in the 10-ring and goes out a window.
- Red Ball? - Nope. Brown Ball.
It's premeditated.
Amazing. There's someone within 200 miles still dumb enough to do that.
The victim's name is Leo Crow.
This is case number 1109. Time of occurrence: Friday, 1506 hours.
Start search for Leo Crow. Case 1109, previsualized by the Pre-Cogs...
...recorded on holosphere by Precrime's Q-stacks.
My fellow witnesses are Dr. Katherine James and Chief Justice Frank Pollard.
Good morning.
Are you ready to preview and validate 1109?
- Ready when you are, John. - Standing by.
I love this part.
I've got no address. No tax returns for the last five years.
Check NCIC. Maybe he's got a number.
We'll send a protection team as soon as we lock location.
It looks like federal housing. Concrete, glass, egg crates.
Ouch. About a thousand of those in the District.
Fractured images coming in.
Numbers nine...
Nine, six.
Female, senior. She's smoking a pipe.
She's laughing.
Okay, now I'm inside a room.
Windowpanes, aluminum extrusion.
Two figures resolving in the room.
- Wait! - No...
Looks like we got a third party.
Wearing sunglasses, just out the window.
You're not gonna kill me.
Goodbye, Crow.
You're not gonna kill me.
- Goodbye, Crow. - Wait!
Wait. Wait.
You say something, chief?
No.
I'll get this one.
We got time on this one, Jad.
Mind getting me a piece of cake they're eating?
- I'm starving. - Sure, chief.
I think I'll get one for myself too.
Take your time.
Chief Anderton, what is this that I'm seeing?
I'm confused about...
- Anderton, wait! - Goodbye, Crow.
Anderton, wait!
I like you, chief. You've always been nice to me.
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've been doping on.
Easy.
- Easy. - Seems I've found a flaw.
What are you gonna do?
Possession will cost you six months and 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 is happening?
It's Witwer. He set me up!
Stop, just wait.
- Witwer! It's Witwer. - Who's the victim?
- Somebody. - Who?
- Somebody... 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 access? - Can you fake a cerebral output?
- Why would anyone want to? - Can you?
- I doubt it. - Would Hineman know?
- Now listen, come in. - What?
I'll protect you until we get to the bottom of this.
Talk to Wally. See if Witwer's gone inside the temple again.
Ask Jad for any off-hour eye-dents into the analytical room.
Who's Leo Crow?
Security lockdown enabled. Revised destination: Office.
Lamar, they found me.
Is there any way to override the lockdown?
- No, no, no. - No?
I'll meet you anywhere you say. You can come to my house, John.
I can't. They'll get me. I'm not gonna get haloed.
You can't run.
Everybody runs.
- Oh, my God! - Hey, hey.
Oh, my gosh, are you okay?
I'll bring him in. Unharmed.
You're not gonna do that. I'm taking control.
What?
Fletcher is second in command. It's his show to run. 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 have a deep enough pitching roster.
Why are you protecting him? You knew he was doping, yet you did nothing.
- The man lost a child, for chrissake. - Six years ago.
- What did you talk about? - None of your business.
It's my business. Investigation of a supervising officer for a capital crime...
...falls under federal jurisdiction so as to rule out any conspiracy.
- He's my suspect. - He's my subordinate.
Call the attorney general. I'm sure he'd clarify the issue for you.
I don't want John Anderton hurt.
I'm going to enjoy working here.
A road diverges in the desert.
Lexus.
The road you're on, John Anderton, is the one less-traveled.
- Make sure you... - Diamonds...
Good evening, John Anderton.
John Anderton! You could use a Guinness right about now.
- John Anderton... - Escape from it all.
Get away, John Anderton. Forget your troubles.
He's been eye-dented on the Metro. The train stops at 20th and 33rd.
Send units to each location.
- Better make 20th. - Have faith.
Fire them up!
- Hey, Fletch. - Hey, John.
- That was a rough landing. - Yeah.
- Work on that. - It's the shit knee of mine.
- Yeah. - 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? - Yeah.
Anderton!