Go away! Get out of my kitchen!
Get out of my house! Get out of my house! Go!
- Get them out of here! - Anderton, stop!
Pull him off me, Fletcher. Get him off me.
Get him out of here! What's the matter with you?!
Get out of my house! Go!
By mandate of the District of Columbia, I'm placing you under arrest for...
Go to sleep.
You two stay with me!
Dr. Hineman.
You're trespassing. I don't have visitors.
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. It's a little hybrid I designed.
Once the poison gets into your bloodstream, you'll start to see...
...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 could tell me how someone can fake a prevision.
How would I know that?
Because you invented Precrime.
What's so funny?
If the consequences of several genetic mistakes and science gone haywire...
...can be called an invention, then I invented Precrime.
- You don't seem proud. - I'm not.
I was trying to heal them, not turn them into something else.
- Heal who? - The innocents we use to stop the guilty.
You're talking about the Pre-Cogs.
You think they came from a test tube? They are merely the ones who survived.
I was doing genetic research, treating children of drug addicts.
This was 10 years ago, when neuroin first hit the streets.
It was impure, not the engineered cocktail popular among the educated.
All of these kids were born with severe brain damage. Most died before age 12.
Those few who survived, they had a gift.
I call it a gift. For them, it was more like a cosmic joke.
They would wake up in the night, curled in the corner...
...screaming, clawing at the walls.
Because when these children closed their eyes at night...
...they dreamt only of murder over and over, one after the other.
It didn't take for us long to realize that the real nightmare was...
...that these dreams were about to come true, these murders were 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 going to commit murder.
I've never met the man I'm supposed to kill.
And yet a chain of events has started that will lead you to his murder.
- Not if I stay away from him. - Can you avoid a man you've never met?
- You won't help? - I can't help you. Nobody can.
The Pre-Cogs are never wrong.
But occasionally...
...they do disagree.
What?
Most of the time, all three Pre-Cogs will see an event in the same way...
...but once in a while, one of them will see things differently than the others.
Jesus Christ. Why didn't I know about this?
Because these Minority Reports are destroyed the instant they occur.
Why?
For Precrime to function, there can't be any suggestion of fallibility.
Who wants a justice system that instills doubt?
It may be reasonable, but it's still doubt.
Are you saying I've haloed innocent people?
I'm saying that every so often, those accused of a Precrime...
...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 parents of Precrime.
Parents often see their children as they want them to be and not as they are.
Answer my question: Does Lamar Burgess know about the Minority Report?
Yes, of course, he knew.
But at the time, we felt their existence was an insignificant variable.
Insignificant to you, maybe.
But what about those people that I put away with alternate futures?
- My God, if the country knew... - 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.
That'll 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 trust anyone.
Certainly not the attorney general, who wants it all for himself.
And not the young federal agent, who wants your job.
Not even the old man who just wants to hang on to what he created.
Don't trust anyone. Just find the Minority Report.
You said the Minority Report is destroyed.
The record is destroyed. The original report still exists.
I designed it so the report is stored in a safe place, but not declared.
What safe place is that?
The safest place there is.
Where is it?
Inside the Pre-Cog who predicted it.
All you have to do is download it, darling.
That's all, huh?
Just walk into Precrime, get into the temple...
...somehow tap into these Pre-Cogs and download this Minority Report.
- If you have one. - And then walk out.
Actually, you'll have to run out. But yes, that's what you have to do.
You're insane.
Or you think I am.
I'll get eye-scanned a dozen times before I get within 10 miles of Precrime.
Sometimes in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.
As a policeman... Excuse me, as a former policeman...
...I�m sure that you know all sorts of people...
...who can 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:
Its 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.
We've got three men in a room. The victim is here...
...John is here, and this unidentified male, at the window.
The adjacent building suggests public housing, which means...
- There's thousands like this one. - They're everywhere.
But he doesn't go there to kill Crow for another 22 hours.
This is Chief Anderton's space.
- He's not here. - He'll be back.
I doubt that. I'm betting he's somewhere in the Sprawl.
He's smart enough to go where billboards can't ID him.
There's fewer consumers, which means fewer scanners.
- Why won't he just run? - Because he thinks he's innocent.
We concentrate on the Sprawl.
We do fly-overs in ships, with two spyder teams on the ground.
Thermal scan the entire area. Read anything with eyes and a heartbeat.
Where is she?
Started blowing buttons for no reason whatsoever, and I knew that.
This damn cold.
Don't worry. I could cut open your chest and sew a dead cat in there...
...you wouldn't get an infection. Not with the antibios I'll shoot into you.
That's comforting.
You do understand I can't just give you new irises?
Please, don't touch.
Because the scanners would 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 downhill... - You always sneak up on your patients?
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.
- I have to replace them with new ones. - I know. But I wanna keep the old ones.
- Why? - Because my mother gave them to me.
What's it to you? You can't resell them.
Whatever you say. It's your money.
Let me introduce my gorgeous assistant, Miss Van Eyck.
- This is not a lot of money. - It's all that I could safely move.
Okay.
- What did you give me? - Smile medicine.
Tell you what, since we go way back...
...why don't I give you my old pal discount? What do you say?
You don't remember me, do you?
- We know each other? - Yes, we do.
From where? D. C?
- Baltimore. The East Side. - Baltimore? 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. - 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's so much more interesting than the past, don't you think?
Miss Van Eyck. I'm afraid she's already smitten.
She only has eyes for you.
I know what you're thinking, John: How can I do what I do now?
Let's say that I spent an awful lot of time in the prison library.
That was a great way to avoid the more unpleasant aspects of prison life.
Confinement was a real education, a real...
...eye-opener.
For true enlightenment, there's nothing quite like...
...well, let's say, taking a shower while this large fellow...
...with an attitude you can't knock down with a hammer...
...whispers in your ear, "Oh, Nancy."
That was a lot of fun. Thank you for putting me there...
...and giving me the opportunity to get to know myself so much better.
And now to return the favor.
- This your work? - Yes.
I like it.
- How do you take your coffee? - Cream and sugar.
- I don't have any cream. Sorry. - Just sugar then.
- You and John ever come here? - We used to.
He's not here now, is he?
I had to ask.
- I don't have any sugar either. - Thank you.
- He hasn't tried to contact you? - No.
Did he ever mention the name Leo Crow?
No, but I don't talk to John much anymore.
- So you haven't seen his apartment. - That was our apartment.
Have you been there recently? It's full of these.
- How long has he been doping? - Since right after we lost our son.
- You mean after he lost your son. - It was nobody's fault.
But John was with him at the public pool.
You said in your divorce papers that John tried to kill himself.
- It wasn't a suicide attempt. - What was it then?
The FBI found something that belonged to my son, a sandal.
John was upset. He...
He took out his gun and watched home movies.
- This is all in your statement. - He shot a hole in the ceiling. So what?
You lose your son, let's see how well you handle it.
Lamar thinks you left John because he lost himself in Precrime instead of you.
I left him because every time I looked at him, I saw my son.
Every time I got close to him, I smelled my little boy.
That's why I left him.
And now you can leave.
Don't take the bandages off for 12 hours.
If you take them off before then, you'll go blind. Understand?
In the fridge, there's milk. Greta made you a sandwich.
Make sure you drink a lot of water.
How do I find the bathroom?
The bathroom? Now that's your right hand.
The kitchen is your left.
Don't scratch. Never scratch!
Seeing as we're being pals, I'll give you a bonus that may come in handy.
This is a temporary paralytic enzyme. You're gonna shoot this under your chin.
- What is this? - It'll turn your pretty face into mush.
People won't even recognize you.
In 30 minutes, it'll tighten up again. But it'll hurt like you've never felt.
I'm gonna put this in your goody-bag, together with your...
...leftovers.
I'm setting up a timer. When it rings, you can remove the bandages and leave.
- But not before then, or you will... - Go blind. I know.
Don't scratch.
A little something from a mutual friend of ours.
Don't take the bandages off for 12 hours.
If you take them off before then, you'll go blind. Understand?
- 25.16 seconds. That's a new record. - Is that a world record?
Is it a world record? It's a personal best.
- Now I wanna time you. - You gotta be kidding.
There's no way I can beat 25.16 seconds.
How long can a whale hold its breath?
For about 20 minutes.
- So we gotta beat the whale. - Okay.
We gotta beat the whale.
Here you go.
It's gonna be 20 minutes. You sure you don't wanna go for an ice cream?
Because you know I'm gonna beat that whale.
- Ready? - Give me the count.
Three, two, one, go!
Sean?
Sean.
Have you seen..?
I'm looking for my son. Have you seen a boy in a red bathing suit?
You seen my boy? He's wearing a red bathing suit.
Jad, we're ready to begin thermal scan on all residences on North Powell.
You must really like me, don't you?
That's why you asked to partner with me on this sortie.
You're swell company.
It's not that you don't trust me to be alone with the chief, is it?
That you think I might, you know, futz with him?
No, I just wanna watch him use your body to sandblast another building.
Evanna, go.
I show 27 warm bodies.
Roger that. Confirmed, 27 warm bodies.
- Four spyders, one per floor? - Let's do eight. I gotta eat.
Residents of 931 Powell, this is Officer Fletcher of D.C. Precrime.
Under authority of P.C. Section 6409, we are deploying spyders into your complex.
Mom, I'm scared.
Mommy, I'm scared. Mommy.
That's gonna scan you. Keep your eyes open. Stay still.
- It's okay. - I don't like it.
Stay still. Stay still.
Come on!
You stepped out on me for the last time.
I told you where I was.
You're a no-good liar. I know you was with that ho.
You're lucky we...
Leave me alone!
We lost one.
Roger that. Maybe it was a cat jumping through a window.
It's an awful big cat.
Fletcher.
I'll go check it out.
They're crying their eyes out. You terrified them.
Keep your kids away from me.
The big cat's back. What do you think? A drunk, maybe can't wake up?
Or a guy who doesn't want to get read.
Folks, be quiet, go back inside.
Be quiet and close the door.
We got an ID. It's not him.
- Standing down. - Let's eat.
Fletcher, take a look.
There's four people in this room, not three.
Four? There's Anderton, Crow and the man in sunglasses.
The man in the sunglasses is outside the window.
There's also someone here in the mirror.
Definitely female.
The Precrime program began in 2046 with a federal grant.
And now, nine years later, D.C. Is the safest city in America.
Why? Because Precrime works.
Precrime has eliminated the need for conventional detectives.
What happens now is the verification and protection of future victims.
Can we see the Pre-Cogs?
They have such a powerful gift, they're kept in peaceful seclusion...
...so as not to be distracted.
This display should give you some idea of what their daily life is like.
The Pre-Cogs get over 8 million letters every year.
That's more than Santa Claus gets.
Each Pre-Cog has their own bedroom, TV and weight room.
It's wonderful to be a Pre-Cog.
My mom's new boyfriend came over again last night.
He's just not very intelligent.
My mom wouldn't let me eat upstairs. I had to listen to him go on and on.
Shit!
Eye-dent: John Anderton. Approved for entry.
- Which I told her I'd be able to do. I'm so good at taking care of you.
But she thinks I'll be irresponsible. It's ridiculous because...
You can't be in here. What are you doing here?
Easy there, old-timer. Who cleared you?
- You're not allowed here. - Listen, Wally.
- Do I know you? - I like you.
So I don't wanna have to kick you or hit you.
But only if you promise to help me.
Hi, John.
Who does that look like to you?
I don't know.
It's Agatha. He's coming here to get her.
- Are these all of her previsions? - I'm rewinding her right now.
Just take me to the Leo Crow murder.
They don't come out in any order. I'm getting them as she's giving them.
Can you see?
- He's inside. - He has some kind of mask on.
- He sealed the door. - Shit!
Nobody fires a weapon inside the temple. Use bindfoam.
- Is there another way out of there? - All the doors are covered.
John, move away from the tank. Move away from the tank, John.
What does he want with a Pre-Cog?
So he can kill whoever he wants to without anyone knowing.
Well, there's still the other two. The other two can still function, right?
They're a hive mind. It takes all three for their predictive abilities to work.
They can't see murders anymore?
Agatha, she's the key. She's the one they listen to...
...the one with the most talent.
- She takes care of the other two. - Jesus.
- Please bring her back. - Every team underground, now!
- It doesn't matter. He wins. - We'll stop him.
She's with him when he kills Crow. She's already a part of his future.
Jad, put everything you've got into finding that room, and we stop a murder.
- How much time have we got, Gordon? - We've got...
...51 minutes, 30 seconds.
You cold? Can you understand me?
Are you cold? The shivers, it's the drugs we gave you.
It should wear off soon. I'm sorry. I need your help.
You contain information. I need to know how to get at it.
Can you just tell me who Leo Crow is?
- Is it now? - What?
Is it now?
Yes, this is all happening right now.
I'm taking you some place in public...
...which means you need something else to wear.
I'm tired. I'm tired of the future.
Hello, Mr. Yakamoto, welcome back to the Gap.
How'd those assorted tank tops work out for you?
Mr. Yakamoto?
Miss Belfor, did you come back for another pair of those chammy lace-ups?
- If it's ransom, where's the damn note? - It has nothing to do with ransom.
It has to do with the information inside of Agatha.
- He's trying to prove his innocence. - He can't download her without support.
Your average consumer can't buy any of this stuff.
It's been assembled and scrounged from spare parts made to order.
Assuming Anderton ordered this, who put it together?
Who's Rufus T. Riley?
What's your pleasure? We got it all here: Sports fantasies...
..."Look, Ma, I can fly" fantasies...
...which covers everything from bungee jumping to flying over the Grand Canyon.
You can experience sex as a woman.
Women come in to get laid by their favorite soap star.
Or just some good, clean fun.
It's a big rush, but you come out without a heart attack.
I wanna kill my boss.
Okay.
- You got some images I can work with? - Rufus.
Yeah, being concertmaster for the Philadelphia Symphony...
...is a popular choice.
- I wanna kill my boss. - You sick bastard.
You make this a terrible world to live in!
Detective, nice of you to come here, seeing how every cop is looking for you.
- I need your help. - Why'd you come here?
- I make house calls. - I need your help with her.
Hello, honey pie. I'm impressed. You're on the lam...
...and you still have the time to slice off a little... jerky for yourself.
- She's a Pre-Cog. - Oh, yeah, okay.
- That's right. - She's a Pre-Cog.
You brought a Pre-Cog here.
Jesus Christ.
- Are you reading my mind right now? - Get up.
I'm sorry for whatever I'm gonna do. I swear I didn't do that stuff I did.
She has information inside her. I need you to get it out.
No way. I wouldn't even know where to begin.
Those thoughts about my cousin were just thoughts.
- You've been busted for felony hacking. - So?
So I need you to hack into her.
I do this, I get to keep whatever images I get from her head.
- They don't belong to anybody. - Take her to RadioShack.
You're gonna help me.
Agatha, I need to see. I need to see what's gonna happen to me.
And then we'll go.
- She works. - Slow it down.
How do I slow this down? I should hit her on the head?
- Are you recording this? - Shit.
Yeah, recording.
I know this already. Come on. Move on.
Goodbye, Crow.
- What happened? - I don't know.
- What happened? - I don't...
- Where's the rest of it? - I guess that's all of it.