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Previously on Future Man:

I hate to tell you this,

but you might have
an unhealthy obsession

-with this video game.
-No, I don't, Ray!

That's enough, Dr. Camillo.

I'm sorry, Dr. Kronish.

If you want to keep
working for me,

I suggest less tongue-lashing

and more urethra-swabbing.

Now off you go,
swab, swab.

There's nothing weird about

living in your childhood home.

This is my childhood home
and I live here.

This is a Futterman house.

We're not killing Kronish!

The mission is to stop him
from getting herpes,

prevent him from
becoming a scientist,

and then he never
creates the cure.

I won a dance-off.

Blackapple?

I'm the savior.

*

Fuck me.

*

*

Okay, we're clear.

Is everyone here?

Quick roll call.

Cheetah,

Mongoose,

Falcon, Skunk,

Eagle, Panther, Bear,

Fox, Dolphin, Beetle,

Ferret, Alligator,

Hedgehog, Wasp,

Dingo, Mouse,

Weasel, Monkey,

Gorilla, Lemur,

Moose, Coyote,

Worm, Mantis, Spider,

Cougar, Muskrat, Hyena,

Bison, Meerkat, Wildebeest,

Boar, Porcupine, Bat,

Hawk, Zebra, Gopher,

Rabbit, and Wolf.

*

Okay.

Through this tunnel
lies the TTD

and a path to our savior.

This is it.

We're humanity's last hope.

Even you, Worm.

And guess what?

When we get to 2017,

it's time to share the sugar.

-Woo!
-Yeah, yeah!

You're God damn right
I brought it with me.

We're slicing this bad boy
into 45ths.

All right, everybody.

Follow me.

Weapons hot.

Wolf, you ready?

Let's blow some shit up.

On my lead.

Resistance now!

Resistance forever!

*

Thermal wire.

*

Diametric chloride.

Run!

*

No, no, no.

That gas means death.

Eagle!

*

No!

*

Run!

*

I can't...

Dammit, this zipper's, like...

messed up.

Can I get a little help?

It's jammed.

See?

*

*

Why are we doing this,
don't you live here?

Yes, I do live here,

but I don't know if my parents
are downstairs or not

so I have to go check.

You guys just stay here,

try not to make any noise,

and don't touch anything.

*

Where the fuck is my phone?

-Whoa.
-Hi!

-Guys.
-Hi Josh.

I thought you were doing
the beach cleanup today.

We are, just forgot my poker.

They like it when you bring
your own equipment.

Check out my "poker face."

Come on, son, that kills
down at the beach.

What--why is there
a gun on the wall?

What do you mean,
we've always had a gun.

This is a Futterman house.

*

Are you okay, honey?

We can cancel.

No, no, no, no!

No, I--I was just
trying to remember

when did you get that
classy wall mount?

That's the same one
your grandpa put up.

I just gave it a little oil.

Grandpa was a gun guy?

Hard not to be after
those hooligans broke in here

the night of the moon landing.

You know that story.

Three of them.

I'll never forget their faces.

-Couple of Latino fellas.

Vagrants.

Well, two of them
were vagrants,

third one was a child, scared,

like he didn't
want to be there.

Anyway, right after that,
Grandpa went out

and got the old
Ithaca 37.

Thank God we never
had to use it.

I'm not even
sure how it works.

Hope it's not loaded.

Hey, we better get going.

Lamar, how long
is it gonna take

to get to Santa Monica Pier?

Good news, Diane, traffic
to Santa Monica is light.

Give yourself
about 30 minutes.

-Okay, thanks, Lamar.

Honey, you don't have
to thank it.

It's not an "it,"
it's Lamar Price.

Oh no.

Hey, Mom, can I see
that for just a second?

Thank you.

*

Blackapple?

It's a Blapple.

Only old people
call it a Blackapple.

You told us that.

*

Fuck.

That's where I left my phone.

Honey, are you sure
that you're okay?

Yeah, yeah, I am, I'm fine.

Um, you guys should
probably get goin'.

Let's go, honey,
those sandy condoms

aren't gonna pick
themselves up.

Nope, they're not--
all right, bye!

Bye!

Well, we changed stuff,

just not the stuff we want--

Jesus fucking Christ!

Hey, where are you goin'?

Do you guys
want some privacy?

No, we're just
chargin' up.

This is just something
that people typically do

in private.

Why?

Because you do it
with someone

who means something to you.

-Don't stop.
-Okay,

I'm just gonna try
and talk through this.

Um, so basically we didn't stop
Kronish from getting herpes,

however, we did change things.

Talking major ripples.

Ripples?

Ripples, ripples.

What we did in 1969

has had an effect
on the present day,

like my dad now owns a gun,

and is also
a little bit racist

and it's probably my fault

that this is now
called a blaptop.

Can you please stop, please?

I can't, I'm not
fully charged yet.

Charged for what?

It's a standard
operating procedure

to release tension.

Two micrometers
down to the left.

Nice work, soldier.

Fully charged
in three, two, one.

Yeah, fuck yeah, soldier!

That is how you perform!

Yes, fuck yes!

All right, tension released.

Ready to kill.

Kill, what?

Kronish.

It's our only option.

We tried it your way
and we failed.

Miserably.

No, no, no, no, you
can't murder Kronish,

he hasn't done
anything wrong yet.

That's the whole point
of Minority Report.

I'm unfamiliar
with that report.

Do you need to be reminded
of what's at stake here?

He's the father
of these mutants.

*

How can you look at that
and not feel outrage?

Also, why the fuck
do you even have

this tiny Biotic?

This is one man versus
the fate of humanity.

We're going to the lab
and we kill Kronish.

Whoa, you need all of
that to kill one man?

Well, obviously a lot of
other people are gonna die

to get to that one man.

Casualties of war.

Better them than us.

You know this is the only way.

No, no, there has
to be another way.

These are not Biotics.

These are people
that I work with.

*

Can you get us close to him?

*

If you can isolate him,

then no one else
has to get hurt.

*

Sorry, being
the savior doesn't mean

you get to save everyone.

*

Can you get us in the building?

Not without
creating a huge scene.

I mean, there's three
layers of security.

I've got a badge and I
can only get through two.

Okay, then your job is simple.

You just need to lure
Kronish out there

and then it's up to you
whether you watch us kill him.

Oh, you should watch.

We're gonna turn him
into a puddle of guts.

Now go in there and make
the Resistance proud,

Future Man.

*

This is a bad plan, Tige.

Like I don't have sensor
mines to drop this building.

Look how weak
those defenses are.

I mean, where's the moat?

You see any
radioactive alligators?

-I don't.
-No, we need a confirmed kill.

I didn't travel through time
to keep picking through

piles of rubble
for body parts.

Now let's get into position.

Future Man should be out in...

less than three fingers.

Let's go.

*

Morning, Josh.

Hey Carl, hey...

Hey, wait, where's Ray?

Who's Ray?

Fuck, I made Ray disappear.

*

God damn ripples.

*

*

Um, can I help you?

Yeah, is Kronish in there?

Well, he's not in
Dr. Camillo's office, no.

They're still at their
partners' breakfast.

*

Partners,
how the fuck did I do that?

How did you do what?

Sorry, are you okay?

Yeah, it's just...

uh, have you ever had
one of those days

where you wake up and the
whole world is recognizable,

but also really different?

Mm, you mean like
in Freaky Friday

or a Matrix

No, more like the end
of Back to the Future.

Oh, so it's like
an alternate reality.

Your parents are super cool,

and all of a sudden you have
this awesome new truck

-Sort of,

or, like, Steve Jobs
doesn't exist.

Who?

Exactly.

Don't you think that movie,
like, really undersold

how hard it would have been

for Marty to
come back to a life

that he never lived?

Huh.

Guess I never thought
about it like that.

I just really wanted
that Barbie Hoverport.

Oh my God.

Really wanted it.

He would have to fake his way

through every conversation
for the rest of his life.

Well, lucky for you
this is actually

the first conversation
that we've ever had,

so you don't have to fake
your way through this.

Oh.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, I'm Josh, by the way.

I know.

-Mm-hm.

Please, Stu, I beg you,
don't make me do this.

These focus groups
can be humiliating.

Buck up, Elias,
it's good for the company.

Unless you're not
a company man.

I am, Stu, but you know
I've never been a showman.

I--I hate being
the center of attention.

You're not gonna be
the center of attention.

That little mini
lasagna on your lip is.

What are you
looking at, butthead?

There's your Biff.

Uh, yeah.

Dr. Kronish,

can I ask you a question?

How in the hell
did you get herpes?

Well, it started the night
of the moon landing.

Being totally humiliated
after losing a dance-off,

I was summarily
run out of my fraternity.

I tried to regain
my confidence

by embarking on
a sexual odyssey

across several continents,

and, well...

countless partners.

*

I'm pretty sure
that's how I got herpes.

Yeah.

Um, Dr. Kronish, I, uh,

I need to show you
something outside.

What is it?

*

It's a surprise.

Ooh, I love surprises.

Great, you want
to come with me?

Uh, look, let me
ask you something.

Will it be chilly
where you're taking me?

*

Pretty chilly.

Will we be gone long?

*

Yeah, a long time.

*

Stop, stop what you're doing.

I--I can't do this.

Take off your coat.

What's it gonna be?

Your life is in danger, okay?

So coat or no coat?

No, listen to me, Dr. Kronish.

There are people
who want you dead.

You have to get out of
here, you have to hide.

I can't protect you.

Oh, you're talking about

those animal rights people.

They've been
after me for years.

I must be nearing
20,000 death threats.

Really?

Do you have any idea
how many possums we kill

at this facility annually?

Staggering numbers.

No, Dr. Kronish,
this is much worse.

These people are
trained killers,

and they don't like you,

and they don't like
your research,

and they'll do anything they can

to prevent it from
getting out there.

You have to disappear.

I could never
do that, Futterman.

My work is too important.

What good is your work...

if you're dead?

*

I appreciate your concern.

And if you're
all that worried,

um, ah!

Call that number.

They handle
all my death threats.

Ask for Carol.

*

*

*

It's been, like,
six and a half fingers.

We both know
the savior's not coming.

Let's just blow up
the building.

No.

We're gonna have
to do this ourselves.

*

Up close and personal.

If you're in
this line right here,

we're gonna go inside
for the focus group.

Ratpot.

*

You.

What is the nature
of this formation?

We're here for
the focus group.

Didn't you get
one of these?

*

Double ratpot.

*

Hey!

Fleetwood Mac.

Back of the line.

You want to bleed, jester?

-Hey, hey.
-Back of the line.

Save it.

Low profile.

Oral, genital, even anal,

they call it herpes simplex,

but there's nothing
simple about it.

*

Um, I'm Dr. Elias Kronish,

and I'm seeking
the cure for you...

and for me.

Thoughts, feelings?

That's the third
one of these in a row.

I can't take it anymore--
we're in the building,

let's just go find
the motherfucker

-and kill him.
-No.

Watching it made me
uncomfortable,

I think because
he was uncomfortable.

Kronish will be here,
Cindy promised.

I don't trust Cindy.

She's smiling,
but she has sad eyes.

Oh yeah.

Anyone else have
thoughts on Dr. Kronish?

I despise him and
everything he stands for.

That's the third time
you've said that, noted.

I'd like him
better if he died.

Okay.

Anyone else want
to see Dr. Kronish die?

Yes.

Ah...

Oh...

Well...

You said Kronish
was gonna be here.

Where is he, Cindy?

Again, Dr. Kronish
is very busy.

Why don't we take
a look at our next ad?

Just want to say in advance,

no possums were hurt
in the making of this.

The sound you just heard

is a possum ejaculating.

Let's just blow up
the fucking building.

Take out Kronish
and the rest of this trash.

Okay, I'm just gonna have
you all fill out this form.

This is some fucking shit.

You know,
we're in the building,

let's just go.

Brilliant idea, commander.

Wolf.

Oh, no, no, no.

No one leaves.

Really?

You're gonna stop us, Cindy?

You want to do that?

*

Where did they go?

*

Shit.

-They promised they'd do

a better job screening
who comes to these things.

Oh no.

*

Where'd they go?

Get it out!

Okay.

*

-Ooh!
-Ooh!

-Jeri.
-Josh.

What

Where are you going?

I'm looking for two people.

Yeah, so am I,
Dr. Smith and Dr. Apoyngo.

Have they gone missing?

Missing, no, they're
just late for a demo.

*

Okay, they're on three, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Oh, don't be dead, Apoyngo.

Don't be dead, Apoyngo,
don't be dead, Apoyngo.

Don't be dead,
don't be dead.

Help!

We're in here!

*

What happened?

Good to greet you.

Good to
greet you.

Good to greet you.

-Good to greet you.
-Okay.

*

*

Shit.

*

Those whitecoats we stole
from don't have access

to the inner sanctum.

We'll find another way in.

*

Dr. Wolf.

*

I'm telling you,
Kronish is upstairs.

High value targets are always

in the subterranean bunkers.

I don't think it
works that way here.

It's not your job to think,

it's your job to
take orders from me.

This place isn't
built for defense.

This is the first
weapon I've seen,

and it's mounted on
the wall for decoration.

-Tige, my instincts--
-Fuck your instincts.

Valdor's Palace,
where was Valdor?

In the underground catacombs.

Temple of Gooliga,
where was Gooliga?

In the Gooligorium.

And where is that?

By the earth's core.

Doesn't get more
underground than that,

now does it, Wolfie?

Jesus.

*

Trust me.

This is the way to Kronish.

*

*

Oh, f...

Goddammit.

Wolf.

You've been
underestimating me

since day fucking one.

I have ideas,

some of 'em are even good.

I planned a mission

and then it went sideways.

Then it went upside down.

I am flying blind,

sideways,
and upside down,

so give me a fucking break.

But you're not
doin' it alone.

*

When we busted through
the Blood Gates,

who was by your side?

*

When they set us on fire

in the Death Fields
of Alamore,

who found that
sewage reservoir

for us to jump into?

*

When Cobra turned

and tried to poison
you in your sleep...

*

...who pulled that
fuckin' traitor's head off?

Mongoose.

*

No.

*

Wolf.

*

I've given you my life

because I trust you,

and the least you can do
is just listen to me

once in a while.

*

Okay.

*

What's our next move, soldier?

*

So we blast back in there,

find which office
Kronish is in,

post up on that roof,

and take him out
with a Sniper Sonic.

The sound waves will pass
right through the glass

and just pop his
fuckin' head off.

*

Three, two, one.

*

Oh, God, don't shoot!

-Fuckin' dick.
-What the fuck, buddy.

What the fuck got
into you people?

Where's Kronish?

You were supposed to be
here ten fingers ago.

He doesn't have him--
I knew it.

Fuckin' aborted the mission.

No, you don't know that.

Maybe he just
couldn't find him.

No, yeah,
Wolf's right,

I--I aborted.

Goddammit, Future Man.

No!

I--I got there
in front of him,

and I looked into
his eyes, and...

I just couldn't do it, okay?

I'm not like you guys,
I'm not a murderer.

We aren't murderers either.

We're soldiers.

You think we like
killing people?

-You sure seem to.
-Well, we don't.

We kill because we have to,
not because we like it.

Well...

And it takes a toll, okay?

I scream in my sleep.

But our feelings don't matter
'cause we're on a mission,

so unless you can give me
one strategic reason

not to kill this man,

we have no choice.

Okay, what if--
what if I went in there

and talked to him,
and I got you one?

A reason not to kill him?

You could do that?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah, you could go in
there to the basement

and find out what
we need to know?

Basement--he's
in the top floor.

Yes!

-All right.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-I'm on it.

All right, we'll be
waiting for you, Future Man.

Okay.

*

What the fuck was that?

I watch you sleep.

You've never screamed once.

I planted a tracker on him.

He'll lead us
right to Kronish.

*

Dr. Kronish!

You need to abandon
all of your research.

What are you talking about?

This is an historic day.

You inspired me
to do something

I've been wanting
to do for years.

What did you do?

You really got me
thinking earlier.

I may not be in
the assassin's crosshairs,

but I'm not a young man.

I could go any day.

Danger's all around me.

I don't understand.

The cure for herpes shouldn't
be ours to profit from.

It should be
the world's to heal by.

So, I've made all
my research public,

shared it with a global
network of colleagues.

You put the cure
out to the world?

With the combined brainpower

of the global
scientific community,

the cure for herpes
won't be my creation,

it'll be all of ours.

So strategically speaking,

uh, if somebody wanted
to stop the cure

from ever existing,

murdering you would
have zero effect?

The cure for herpes
would still get out there?

A morbid way to
put it, but yes.

And thanks to you.

Oh, well, the cure could
come from France, Nigeria,

Spain, China,
literally from anywhere.

Oh, thank God.

That's amazing news.

You get to live!

Dr. Camillo
won't be happy.

I've, uh,
I've given away

quite a bit of
proprietary material.

But it feels good.

For the first time
in a long time,

I feel alive!

*

*

Future Man's
trying to signal us.

Signal to him
to get out of the way.

*

-Out of the fucking way.

Fire a warning shot.

*

-Oh, shit!

-We gotta--here!
-That thing went..,

We can hide behind it, okay?

What are you doing?

What the fuck is he doing?

Here, hide, go, go.

Get behind...

He protecting Kronish.

You're gonna have
to kill him too.

I have to get you out
of this building, okay?

What's going on?

*

Oh, shit!

*

Okay, you want to play games?

*

Okay.

Switching to thermal.

*

We have to get out
of here right now.

I've got Kronish.

Shit!

Go, go, go!

Hide!

Time to die, Dr. Death.

*

*

*

-Go, go, go, go, go.

What--what was
that shit about?

What the fuck were
you thinking, Elias?

-Stu!

You have buried
this company.

You have killed us all.

Now, Stu, Stu,

it was all about doing
right by humanity.

-Fuck humanity.

You guys just
hash this out,

stay away from
windows, okay?

All right, bye.

*

*

*

*

What the fuck?

Are those Biotics?

*

Hey.

*

Back stab!

*

Reach around.

*

Clear!

*

*

Clear.

What--what--what
are they doing here?

It was only a matter of
time before they found us.

Oh my God.

*

Oh my God, they--
these are real life Biotics.

They were Biotics.

Oh...

They're even more
grosser in real life.

*

That's right, you've
never seen one.

-No.
-Up close and personal.

-Yeah.
-Whoa.

-Take a look at this monster.
-No, no, no!

Don't rip his face off!

*

Wait, that's Carl.

*

He's a security guard here.

Yeah, well, Carl's
a fuckin' Biotic.

But he's worked
here for years.

He's my Secret Santa.

He gave me an iPod Shuffle.

-He's human.
-Yeah.

Biotics are human.

*

See?

*

But that--that's
what's-her-name

from Accounting.

I know these people,

I work with them.

Of course you do.

Biotics can be anybody.

That's what makes
this so fucked up.

*

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