95,
96,
97,
- 98, - No peaking, Dash.
I wasn't.
There are three of us,
Agatha, my twin brother Arthur,
and me, Dash.
The first nine years of our lives
we spent in a vegetative state.
- Drug babies. - Children!
But a group of scientists,
saved us with an experimental therapy.
It gave us back our minds, and for a little while,
a childhood.
It also gave us something else.
- _ - A gift.
Precognitive ability blind study.
Tuesday October, 2.
Test subjects Dashiell, Arthur, Agatha.
Okay children.
Twurlaxman.
Red.
27.
- Sanchez. - Yellow.
81.
Hineman.
- Blue. - 66.
We could see things.
Little things about to happen all around us.
But one thing stood out.
Unbelievable.
Who's got another deck?
Oh, no!
Please, don't!
Down on your knees!
Let's see that pretty smile, bitch!
- It's happening again! - Get them sedated!
Extreme rising. Got too much solution.
Can you see?
Let's see that pretty smile, bitch!
See what, dear?
Murder.
The scientists realized we were seeing every murder
within a hundred miles,
days before they happened.
And that was the last we saw of the outside world.
The government took us away,
code named us the precognitives,
and hooked our brains up to machines.
They called it the Precrime Program.
- _ - It took hundred of killers
off the streets and saved thousands of lives.
But it cost us our own.
We never had the chance to grow up.
We formed no memories,
except the visions that we saw.
Until it ended.
Precrime was abolished.
We were sent off to an undisclosed location
to hide us from the world.
But I just couldn't hide forever.
So I decided to come back.
_
I've been here six months now, all alone.
I still see things before they happen...
Morning, sir, you might wanna duck.
What?
... which does have its advantages.
We live in an age of progress.
But since Precrime ended...
But it doesn't make it easy to fit in.
Especially when technically
you don't exist.
_
- Whoa... whoa... whoa! - Stand clear.
In case you're wondering,
my future is the one thing I can't see.
You look stressed, man.
Try one of Harts' new totally baked goods.
But I'm still haunted by everybody else's.
I keep this book to remember the details.
But all I ever see, are flashes.
Never quite enough for a complete picture.
Since I've been back,
a hundred and three people have been murdered here.
Men, women, children.
I haven't gotten to a single one in time.
Until today.
- Today, is going to be different. - _
These days it seems like everyone...
As mayor, my Hawkeye system will change all of that...
this is Precrime ending...
To your right is Bartlet Plaza, established in 2022.
Oh no, no no!
- Police! Call rescue! - Edward, did you hear that?
How about a little thinking music?
Uniforms canvassed the floor.
Neighbors claim they didn't hear a thing
and don't even ask me about the hallway cameras.
Hm, let me guess.
Out of service?
Yep. So I have no face recs, no eye-denti scans.
To what do we owe the honor, V?
I thought this was Blake's case.
I needed some air.
Oh, lucky you.
This perp left the window open.
What's the Open Vistas Center?
Some sort of neuro rehab.
Our victim was a nurse. We're running it.
Give me some room.
_
Let's play this through.
The victim comes home.
She chains the door.
She goes to hang her coat, but she misses.
She's in a hurry.
- Packing. - _
- But then someone kicks on the door. - _
Signs of struggle.
- _ - She confronts him,
pushes her down.
_
She defends herself.
_
She has a path to get away but she doesn't take it.
She goes for him instead.
She lets it happen.
Why?
Our victim was protecting someone.
Can you believe we used to stop this stuff before it happened?
Unfortunately, Precrime was way before our time, girl.
Now all we do is, mop up messes.
Who was she protecting?
What? You think our perp made himself a sandwich?
Not unless he's still in kindergarten.
Lindsay show me infrared.
_
What is it?
We ran her eye-dent, the victim was her aunt.
Babysitting.
I'm the first person you call the second you track down her parents.
Sure thing, Detective.
When they set us free,
we promised not to intervene in their affairs!
I am being careful.
Is that what you call racing to a crime scene like some kind of action hero?
You think I can't see it, Dash?
I don't wanna know what you see, Agatha.
If you go to the police with this
it will be a mistake.
You should have seen her, Ag.
This girl,
she must be, as young as we were
- when it started, when they... - Is that what this is?
You think you can fix the past
by meddling with the future?
Suppose you made it there in time, what then?
Would you confront the killer, fight him off,
or tell the police who you are?
- What you are. - You know,
how much I see out here.
- If I could just get to one in time.. - You can't.
You know that.
Your gift is incomplete without your brother.
- There are people who will use you, Dash. - I won't let them.
You're so haunted by other people's futures, you forget
the only future you cannot see is your own.
- But I can, and I'm warning you... - Stop.
Come home!
Where you belong.
The detective that you go to
- I'm hanging up. - ... she will only use you like a tool...
The precogs were kept in an isolated chamber...
Who knows about the precogs?
It stands for "precognitives".
Their powers started when they were just children
even younger than you are now.
Their names and faces were kept secret from the public
but the police would use what they saw. Their future visions
to stop criminals before they did bad things.
For their own protection,
the three precognitives were sent to an undisclosed location.
Welcome to Judiciary Plaza.
Please be advised all public areas are subject to facial scan surveillance.
If applying for adult jury,
please proceed to level 3.
Hey, hold it! Hands where I can see 'em.
I have something for you.
Slowly.
1313.
Where did you get this?
I have to go.
- Who are you? - I have to go!
You need to catch him.
It's only temporary. Sorry.
What?
_
Shouldn't you be out collecting Maglev tickets, Vega?
I heard this was your case, Blake.
Figured that I'd solve it for you
so that you could take the credit, and land the big promotion like the last time.
It's called delegating.
That's what lieutenants do.
I'll take notes.
You should, 'cause you'll make a great lieutenant...
once I'm your captain.
But I don't need you on this one, Vega.
Because I have a lead.
It turns out Open Vistas is no ordinary rehab.
They specialize in Markus' Syndrome.
A brain disorder common to former Precrime prisoners.
Halo burn.
So you're saying my victim was a nurse in a building full of killers?
I'm saying, my victim.
And future killers, technically.
The city set them free after Precrime was abolished.
Oh, that doesn't make them innocent.
- These people would be murderers. - Yeah, well, the trick is
which one are we looking for?
We have no DNA, no face to run.
What if we did?
Some weirdo gave me this in the plaza, and then ran off.
Like an informant?
- We should run point con... - And by "we", you mean... me.
It's my tip.
On my case.
_
We got a match.
Sahm Adrangi.
A drug addict. Hooked on clarity.
Until Precrime nailed him for the future murder of a DEA agent.
And look how he planned to do it.
By throwing him out the window.
Well, at least he has a brand.
_
Eye-dent puts his last location at a steel farm in this borough.
Vega,
I wish you could join me.
Stand clear.
Sahm Adrangi!
Do not move.
Drop your weapon!
Peekaboo, bitch.
Vega! Stand down.
Let's face it, Will. You're not a closer.
You...
you have no idea.
- Stand clear. - What are you talking about?
- No! - Don't do it!
No!
I would have closed him differently, but...
Okay.
Hey, nice job back there.
But I thought the whole goal was to bring them back alive.
Now she tells me.
It was a suicide.
He didn't want to talk.
My guess is, he had an accomplice.
What about your tipster?
Did you get a look at him?
Only in disguise.
Then he jabbed me with this. And then ran off.
Temporary paralytic enzyme.
Disguises your face by turning the muscles into mush.
Turns out it works on your legs too.
Oh. Well, whoever you guy is,
he managed to dodge all the surveillance feeds.
But I did pull this off a selfie drone.
- Ooh, nice photo bomb. - Yeah, it gets better.
I ran the DNA we found on the possessions...
- No criminal record? - No record at all.
This guy is a ghost.
Yeah, with one creepy-ass imagination.
Or maybe not.
Check this out.
There's a dozens murder drawings in this book.
I bet you each one is a real crime.
Maybe he hacked the database.
No one hacks my database.
Okay, so that's out.
A watcher.
Someone who grows up without any human interaction.
Always on the outside looking in.
All right, let's scrub the crime scene feeds.
Aye, aye.
_
See anyone you recognize?
Nope. Nada.
Whoever your guy is, he's living off the grid.
Sounds like a trip to this borough.
Vega?
Ride along?
No, you go ahead Blake.
I've got tickets to collect.
You're letting him go alone?
I call that delegating.
Okay, next karaoke night,
you're gonna have to tell me what happened between you two.
The watcher.
Search this face.
Last location.
Bingo!
Order up! One cheeseburger and a hotdog for table 5.
Mmm, French fries. May I?
Um...
- No, stick around. I like company. - Uh, oh no, I was just about to, um...
Can you believe these used to be unhealthy?
Thank God for the genetic revolution.
Do you always get the munchies after watching a woman die?
- What? - That tip you gave me,
this look like your friend?
The murderer.
You got him?
That's one way to put it.
I wasn't quite sure where to send the medal.
For me? Oh, oh, no thank you.
Okay, let's just skip past the part where you play dumb,
and I threaten to bring you in.
In? No!
No, no, no. I'm fine, right here.
These drawings put you at the scene of at least a dozen murders.
- You're telling me that's just bad luck? - Oh no, no, you don't understand.
- I am just a... yes! - What? A lookout?
No, I... I mean, I only... see them.
Oh, so you like to watch.
Like to watch? No.
I need air. I need to go.
- I need to leave. - Sit down!
Just breathe, okay?
I get it. You're not a killer, I can see that.
- Y... you can? - You came to me.
But why? Are you in too deep?
Are you afraid of someone? I can help you.
- Not now... not now... not now. - Just tell me what's going on.
- Not now, what? - Please! You need to let me...
Can you see?
See what?
Murder.
Someone call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!
Someone call an ambulance.
... of this city...
the city of the future.
An ambulance is on its way.
No! I need to go.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
You're one of them.
Please...
_
No wonder you're not in the database...
you're one of the twins.
Dash.
Our records were erased after Precrime ended, and then we were sent away.
- The things you see... - There are people who would use us.
- But you came back, why? - Are you going to bring me in?
Shouldn't you be telling me?
That would make things easier.
I can't see my future, only others.
But that fit back there...
You saw a murder, didn't you?
I can't be doing this.
- Who's the victim, give me a name! - I don't know, please!
Don't lie to me, in Precrime
- they got names. - We were a hive then, linked.
It's different now.
Agatha, her gift is stronger, but Arthur and me...
we are like... like one mind,
split in two.
He gets the names.
I only see what happens.
So where is he?
- Where is Arthur? - I need to go. You have my drawings.
There are murders in there the police haven't solved yet.
I'm done mopping up the messes.
I can't help.
I told you. I tried the last time, and...
I don't see enough.
Then let me help you.
Don't you wanna stop just one?
And you found me for a reason.
I can't keep getting close.
Either can I.
... the city of the future.
... age of prophets.
... but since Precrime ended
... we've gone backwards.
- Crime rates have risen... - What is it?
As mayor,
my Hawkeye system will change all of that...
Peter Van Eyck for mayor.
Peter Van Eyck was the Deputy Chief of Precrime.
He has to have enemies.
Someone's after his wife. It could be for revenge.
Wait, he worked in Precrime?
Relax.
You three were in isolation, right?
No one ever saw your face.
So... What do we do? How do we save her?
You let me do the talking, and any
signal you pick up, you let me know.
Can't we just warn them?
Sure. Yeah. I'll tell them that you're a precog,
and that you saw it in a vision. That's a great idea.
- No! - Look, this is an investigation now.
You gave us a victim, now we need to find out who plans to kill her.
Sorry to have you wait, we're running on 2 minute offense.
Peter Van Eyck. My wife, Olivia.
And this is Jack.
It's a long day on the trail for the little guy.
- Ah! - Oh! Uh?
Uh, he... has a cold.
Oh, we appreciate the warning.
Keep your distance, honey. We need you
- healthy for tomorrow's rally. - Mm.
- Tomorrow... on the mall? - She shouldn't go to that.
I am starting to like these people, Peter.
But I'm calling it a day for Jack. Your staff can blame me.
- Can you say "bye-bye"? - Bye.
Bye.
So... what can I do for you, Detectives?
Detectives?
Like I told your aid, ah,
we're following a lead about tomorrow's rally.
Have you had any recent threats?
Not that I'm aware of.
But I wouldn't be surprised.
I was in law enforcement for almost... 10 years.
Yeah, uh, Precrime is what made me want to become a cop to begin with.
Just my luck it disbanded before I finished the academy.
That was a good program despite its flaws.
Now it's time to move on.
- My new system... - Oh, Hawkeye!
Yes, you... can't miss the ads.
Ambient surveillance,
algorithmic sweeps,
predictive policing relying on hard data, not the...
psychic instinct of some genetic freaks.
- Freaks? - So, uh, about those threats...
Well, my security team monitors all cyber traffic relating to the campaign.
Ashby'll get you sorted.
- Right this way. - Thank you, Detectives.
- You lose by a landslide. Hmm? - I'm sorry?
Nothing.
Can you really see that far ahead?
No.
_
We run a constant passive search on
social media, city surveillance, even purchase patterns.
These incidents have all been checked
- and disregarded. - Stop!
Open Vistas.
It's him! Adrangi.
You know this man?
We met... briefly.
The system flagged his username for running a web search
on security parameters at tomorrow's rally, but...
dismissed the threat.
Help yourselves.
Dismissed?
Why? He's a murderer.
Because Adrangi killed himself three hours before that search was run.
Open Vistas treatment center.
Every person here was once a convicted Precrime killer.
One of them obviously didn't learn his lessons.
I remember them.
James Landon.
Alison Chen.
Daniel Carmi.
Hey! Earth to Dash.
I did this to them.
No, you stopped them from committing murders.
It's not your fault the containment system fried their minds.
Can I help you?
Maybe.
Did you know the man in this bed, Mister Adrangi?
Only for a few weeks, since
they moved my father to this ward. Why?
He threw a woman out a window then committed suicide.
Okay.
- During this part, I work alone. - That's... awful!
It might not have been all he was planning, and he may have had help.
- Is this his? - I think so.
_
And your father had access to it?
Well, I... suppose.
This the device than ran the search on Van Eyck.
- Van Eyck? - Former Deputy Chief of Precrime.
He put your father away, didn't he?
For something that he never did.
Or maybe didn't have the chance to.
The precogs saw him murder his wife.
My mother.
But he loved her more than anything.
The police took him anyway.
Put him in a halo.
By the time Precrime ended, and they let him out,
she'd died of grief.
And he...
His brain was so scarred by the containment
that he forgot her name.
Is that why you drink?
Excuse me?
He means... that must be hard on you.
Can we see him?
This way.
"Is that why you drink?"
- You said tell you when I saw something. - Are you familiar with the concept
of a whisper?
Ask what you want about Adrangi, but don't expect much.
These days my father only cares about his hobby.
You have visitors, Dad.
Get down from there.
Go easy, will you.
Always.
So what do you see?
Is this the guy from your... you know?
I didn't see his face.
These people are here to talk to you.
- About Olivia Van Eyck. - Van Eyck?
You shouldn't stand there.
Not familiar with that bird.
You shouldn't stand there.
Van Dam's vanga on the other hand.
Native to Madagascar.
She's not a bird.
She's a politician's wife. But you knew that.
I really wouldn't stand...
Really?
You told me to whisper.
Haven't you seen enough?
Actually, I'm just getting started.
We found Adrangi's pad besides your bed.
If someone was researching Van Eyck's security arrangements,
you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?
Research?
No. My work is here.
My life's work.
- Pigeons? - Passenger pigeons.
The species went extinct a hundred and fifty years ago.
Until my father brought them back.
He used to be a brilliant man.
I still have my moments, darling.
On the clear days.
How does he do that?
Brain computer interface.
Wireless signal to an implant embedded in the skull.
Stay away from that one.
What's wrong with it?
Him!
Avian plasmosis.
Highly lethal.
Some poor things should remain extinct.
But they're all you have left.
Because Precrime took your life away, and you blame Van Eyck for that,
- don't you? - What?
Is that why you planned to kill him at tomorrow's rally?
- What? No! - That's crazy...
- you can't believe... - You know what I think?
You and Adrangi planned this together.
But then some poor nurse found out, so he threw her out of a window.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Of course you don't.
- I'm innocent! - He's gonna jump.
- I've always been innocent. - Dash, not right now.
You need to arrest him.
- Arrest?! - What?
No!
- Hey! - Dad!
Stop!
What?
I'm sorry.
Did I mess up?
What makes you say that?
The Simpsons season 75 spectacular!
- Streaming only on FOX. - No hits yet, but,
I'll let you know when Rutledge pops up in the grid.
Where'd you get this lead anyway?
There's nothing in the system.
New CI I'm working with.
Good instincts.
Just needs a little work on people's skills.
And keep this between us, will you?
You mean away from Blake?
One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me everything.
If you want details you should ask Blake.
He's really good at telling stories about himself.
Oh, it
looks like we're interrupting something.
I gotta go.
Is this your boyfriend?
No, this is Dash.
My colleague.
- He's... consulting on a case. - For the police.
This once.
Sure.
Colleague.
When I was your age,
we had this thing called Tinder.
- Mom! - What?
It's how I met your father.
You can't spend your whole life at the precinct, Lara.
Anyway, he's cute.
Staying for dinner?
- Yes. We're ordering Chinese. - We are?
No, we're not.
I'm cooking.
We're gonna sit down to a nice meal.
Who wants Chinese?
♪ Holly came from Miami, F.L.A. ♪
I see you've found my mom's man cave.
She loves the old stuff.
Produced by David Bowie,
Mick Ronson on piano.
Lou Reed had a cold that day.
We had a lot of down time on the island.
Maybe you're the one who should be living with my mother.
Sarcasm.
Never mind. Um...
Make yourself at home.
It must be nice.
To have a family.
It'd be... nicer with some more space, but yeah.
It has its moments.
Your son seems like a good kid.
Rico? No!
No, not my son, my little brother.
Mom hit sixty and went off birth control.
She thought she had an empty nest to fill, and then I moved back in. So...
Cop salary.
You became a cop
because of Precrime.
I... became a cop because I...
lost my father when I was six.
Drive-by shooting.
He was protecting me.
So yeah,
Precrime is an appealing concept, don't you think?
We never really had a choice.
They found you when you were kids, right? Some...
doctors somewhere?
They always told the public that you three volunteered.
Maybe not.
When we were nine,
they started testing us.
When we were fourteen,
they hooked us up and put us in the milk bath.
That's pretty much the last thing I remember for the next ten years.
Except for,
what we saw.
I guess that would explain my people's skills.
You heard?
Sorry, I didn't... I didn't...
That's okay.
Arthur used to tease me too.
I've been told I have an awkward side.
Well, people aren't all that complicated.
You...
make them think you're just like them and they open up.
So what happened to him, anyway?
Arthur?
One day we came home and he was gone.
Agatha says someone took him.
She saw it coming.
But then,
a month ago, I felt him.
His presence.
He's still alive.
And he needs my help.
Well, he's not the only one right now.
That rally is in twelve hours, and,
we've hit a wall.
At least in Precrime they could get inside your head.
You know, see what you see.
Maybe we still can.
Wally was our caretaker in Precrime.
The only real life face we ever saw.
Afterward, he helped transition us into the new home.
Down, Kanye!
Were you followed? Quick, get in, get in.
Streets have eyes.
My God.
It's really you.
Oh! Ah...
So grown up.
So human.
How long have you been back? Why didn't you call sooner?
Been laying low.
Tell me everything. Your brother? Agatha?
Hey, can you guys catch up later?
Oh, typical cop! Hurry! Hurry!
I know my rights by the way,
in case that contact lens is still recording.
I'm a homicide cop.
Using an illegal psychic to stop a murder,
I'd say we're all off road already.
This is Vega.
She's a...
colleague.
Can you help us?
They say you were the weak one.
Agatha would get the bigger picture,
Arthur got the names, you just saw bits and pieces, the
little things the others missed.
Missed?
They covered it all up after the program failed.
Wanted so badly for their precogs to be perfect.
They never could accept
one little inconvenient truth.
What truth?
For Precrime to work,
the public needed to believe that the murders we saw were destiny.
That people couldn't change their futures.
The dirty secret was that even the
three precogs didn't always see the future in the same way.
Outlier visions.
They were filed in minority reports.
Yeah, which means the future isn't set in stone.
Ah!
Little homemade neural interface.
Kind of what we used back in the temple, just, ah...
not as perfected.
As in, er...
a little pain?
Maybe a lot.
Okay.
Here comes a pinch.
- What's happening? - Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
He is weaker than I thought.
It's hurting him. You need to stop.
Don't... stop.
Argh!
He's all right, he's all right.
Look.
What is it?
The murder weapon.
Hey.
You did good.
The diseased pigeon,
that's how Rutledge is planning to assassinate Van Eyck.
But it's his wife who dies instead.
Collateral damage.
Call Akeela Scott.
Any hits on Mason Rutledge?
Well, it's a Hail Mary.
I'll take it.
There's record of the Rutledge family once owning property in Virginia.
An old tobacco farm.
Shut down when the amendment passed.
You shouldn't stand there.
Thanks, but right now, I'm not worried about a little bird crap.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you can't afford an attorney,
- one will be appointed to you. - No.
Do you understand these rights?
It still happens.
- What? - I still see it.
That can't be.
Get up! Hey, get up!
Who else are you working with?
Come on. Someone at Open Vistas
with access to your birds.
- Come on, give me a name! - Or what?
You'll arrest me?
I spent eight years in a waking nightmare.
Do you have any idea what that's like?
I do.
Sometimes, I wake up
thinking I'm still there.
Like, everyone in the whole word has a future,
except me.
They took everything from us.
My wife.
Her mother.
Her.
The daughter.
She's doing it for him.
- She and Adrangi planned this together. - No.
And now, former most valuable player of Superbowl '87
for the Washington Red Clouds,
and future mayor of this great city,
Peter Van Eyck!
_
Come on! You got my vote.
We're with you Van Eyck!
Hey, Van Eyck!
Hey!
A woman is gonna die right now if we don't stop it!
Where is Rutledge's daughter?
I told you, without the others I don't see enough.
You need to try. Think.
Think.
And now,
They're kids who go to sleep the same way I did.
There!
Come on, we need to go. Come on!
But thanks to loving parents,
and two older brothers who toughened me up,
- enough to play pro football, - Go Clouds!
I had it good. Go Clouds!
We've come a long way together in this city.
Out of the way! Out of the way!
... And I know that the challenges that remain are...
Out of the way!
Please!
- ... to be your partner in making this city - Excuse me!
the city of the future.
Van Eyck!
Police!
Go Van Eyck!
Don't do it!
Excuse me!
- Peter Van Eyck! - Okay.
You need to get out of here.
I'd like to thank the brave officers of the Metro P.D.
who prevented a threat against my life today.
A threat that would have never have got this far
had the Hawkeye system been in place.
- Mr. Van Eyck... - Do we know anything
more about the nature of the threat?
- Well, I'll leave the details to Deputy... - Thanks for closing my case
without killing anybody.
The night's still young.
You know, I never did track down your tipster.
Did you do this alone?
No,
I didn't.
We did, Blake.
Just you and me.
... to give the police the
resources, the tools and freedoms they need
to keep us safe.
All right, say cheese.
Cheese.
All done.
You're a person now. You're in the system.
Complete with an embarrassing fake history on social media.
Thank you.
A woman would be dead without you, Dash.
You stopped one.
You would have done the same if you were the genetic freak.
Sarcasm.
What about the next one?
You know where to find me.
Oh, hang on, I al... I almost forgot.
What is it?
Collectors item.
My mom's playlist.
Since you like oldies.
♪ Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God ♪
♪ I don't know but today seems kinda odd ♪
♪ No barking from the dog, no smog ♪
♪ And Momma cooked a breakfast with no hog ♪
♪ Had to stop at a red light, ♪ ♪ Looking in my ♪
- ♪ mirror and not a jacker in sight ♪ - He says yes!
♪ Today was like one of those fly dreams ♪
♪ Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams ♪
♪ Today I didn't even have to use my AK ♪
♪ I gotta say it was a good day ♪
Agatha?
D... Dash... are you there?
Dash... I need your help.
It's Arthur.
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- Proofread by PetaG - www.addic7ed.com