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Previously on Future Man...

When we use the TTD,

we jump in time
but not space.

If we jump back, we'd still be
in the same exact place,

just 11 seconds earlier.

Running and jumping,
running and jumping,

running and jumping,
extending our window

What's gonna happen

to all of them

They're not us!
-Down on the ground.

You're under arrest
for violating statute HX-B34

of the Santa Clarita County
Time Code.

Hello, Josh.

I'm Susan.

I know in your time
it's a woman's name.

In ours, it's not.

It's for both.
-Okay.

Uh, hello, Susan.

Are you my lawyer, or...

-Think you'll find
a lot has changed

in the 1,497 years
since you were born.

Whoa.

So it's 3674--

3491.

You should have stayed
in school.

If you had, probably wouldn't
be staring death in the face...

at Ultra-Max.

"Ultra-Max"?

That sounds pretty bad.
-It is bad.

It's the worst.

Your crimes against humanity

are some of the worst
on records.

I don't even know
where to start.

Biggest to smallest,
smallest to biggest.

Sizes that we don't even
know yet

because they are
unquantifiable.

You have put
the greatest legal minds

of our time in a real pickle,

and I know how much
you like those.

-But everything that we did
was for--

"For a good cause"?

Is that what you were
going to say?

Not gonna bother asking you
what this is

because I'm 100% sure
that you don't know.

The Horsehead Nebula.
-Oh.

I was gonna say
the Crab Nebula.

-Your little
time-traveling caper,

repeating the same 11 seconds
over and over and over again?

It ripped a hole
in the space-time continuum

right here.

This was Grazier's Triangle,

which you destroyed along with
the 27 planets that were

inhabited by intelligent life
in its vicinity.

We killed a bunch of ETs?

You killed 85 trillion ETs.

Many of whom looked like ET.

-Whoops.
-We're not alone

in the universe?
-We weren't.

Now we are again.

There's not even a word
for that kind of murder.

And that's charge one.

Meet your family, Josh.

Every duplicate version of you,

they didn't just
conveniently die

Many of them escaped into time,
where they proceeded

to wreak havoc, setting off

the greatest menhunts
of all times.

-What, women weren't hunted
in this fucked-up future?

-Oh, they are,
with shocking brutality.

William Wolfson,
Third Governor of New York.

he killed John Jay
in a duel.

-Jay must have been spoiling
for a fight.

-You slept with five
of his six beloved children.

-He slept with children?
-They were adult children.

-Well, that sixth child
of John Jay must have been

a real dog.
-We were on a mission to--

to save the world.

-Most of these previous you's
felt the same way,

and they continued
to go back in time

to right previous wrongs,
almost always ending

in the destruction of humanity.

This version of you tried
to stop bin Laden before 9/11.

He ended up giving him
a time machine.

Wh--I would never do that.

-You did that, and now
time-traveling bin Laden

is on you.

He's knocking down towers
haven't even been built yet,

so you can imagine that's
a headache for us around here.

And now, let me tell you

about the Topanga Triumverate.

These you's jumped way, way,
way, way, way too far back,

got stuck in the wall
of a cave, died,

was found by archeologists
and disproved

the entire theory of evolution.

Am I boring you?

-I'm just noticing
that this glass is reinforced

with carbon-fusion
electro-sealant, so it's just--

it's not how I'm gonna
be escaping.

-Oh, you won't be escaping
at all.

Nothing leaks from Ultra-Max.
-Sure, sure.

Next time you're in this cell
I won't be.

-Did any of the us's
do any good?

-Yeah, they did good
in their timelines.

But they were also creating
other timelines.

That's what you don't seem
to get.

Every time you went back
to fix something,

you were creating
another timeline.

-Wait, what--
what's that, now?

-No.
-Yes.

All these timelines,

all these different realities,

your fault.

-And in that reality
the things that we change

change there, but then
when we left

it just stays the same--

-Forever.
-Forever-ever?

Forever-ever-ever.

-So Achilles died
in that bunker even though

we took down Stu.

Yes, horribly.

-And the Biotics wiped out
the rest of humanity

even though we killed Kronish?

-You've never
changed anything.

All the you's running around
thinking they're fixing things,

they're just creating
new things.

You can kill Hitler,
but there will still be

a Hitler,
because there was a Hitler.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yeah.

So I killed Hitler?
-No.

Shockingly, that is one
of the few things

you never even tried to do.

All Hitlers in your realities
were left unscathed.

Four of them thrived
and won the war.

There's evidence to suggest
you helped Hitler's rise.

So deal with that.

Yes.
-Who is Hitler, again?

-Hitler is just
a convenient shorthand.

This is your case file
coded to your thumbprint.

The three of you

are responsible
for all the time-crimes

all the other you's committed,

and the punishment
for time-crimes, my friend,

is death.

-Look, Susan,
this is bullshit, okay?

There--there is no way
that I am responsible

for what those psychopaths did.

That's not me.
I'm me.

Bullshit?

Try settled law.

Robespierre
versus Robespierre,

2735.

They found in favor
of Robespierre, overturning

the lower court's decision
for Robespierre.

Did you not even read
your cube?

-The neural interface
gave me nosebleeds.

Look, still--
still, I cannot be punished

for their crimes.

-There might be
another way for you.

You see, some of you

may be...

higher-value targets
than others.

If you're willing
to cooperate...

you might just be able
to speedboat off

Damnation Island
with your life.

And maybe even
a fresh start.

All right, I'll be back
in a bit.

In the meantime, you got
your "smork" on backwards, kid.

Would you be surprised to know

that is who we're really after?

-Are you surprised
that I'm still here?

Because I am.

I notice a distinct lack
of oversized laundry carts.

Bravo.

-There's a very easy way
out of here.

Through the front door,
onto the red carpet,

onto the speedboat,
to the holo-port

with a very handsome
parting gift.

All you have to do
is tell me all of this

is Futturman's fault.

-Why?
-No one in human history

has caused more suffering
than Josh.

Not Caligula, not Stalin,
not Stu.

Not Xarxon 9,
the Destroyer of Men,

and all he did
was destroy men.

Morning, noon and night,
just destroying them up.

Josh is worse.

I mean, just look at him.

Monsters take many shapes.

-As much as I would like
to live--

and believe me, Susan, I...
I'd like to live--

but he's our mistake.

He's also a grown man.

Technically.

Just think about it.
Tell the world the truth

about Josh,
and you get to go free.

Him dying so you can live?

It has a tender mercy to it.

After all, he's responsible
for all of this, and--

And he is beyond redemption.

You are not beyond
redemption, Josh.

And I know the truth.

They're responsible
for all of this.

-You know what, Susan, I know
what you're trying to do,

and I am not rolling over
on my friends.

"Friends."

They've done nothing
but use and abuse you.

On a good day
they barely tolerate you.

-That--that's just
our dynamic, okay?

It's fun.
-For them.

They get--and I mean
no disrespect by this--

a hapless, boob, bitch-ass punk
as their whipping boy.

-How is that
not disrespectful?

It is, but I qualified it

in an attempt
to protect you, which...

is more than I can say
about them.

-Yeah, okay.
Pretty--pretty clever.

I see what you're doing.
Classic divide-and-conquer.

Well, I'll tell you something,
okay?

Our bond was forged
in the fires of combat,

which is something that you
and your future race

with your weird suits
and tufts of colorful hair

could never, never understand.

they're the ones
with the time machine.

They came from the future
and they dragged you along,

ripping you from the comfort
of your masturbation chamber.

You shouldn't die for them.

You wanna hear
what they're saying?

Because I do.

-We're the ones who put
that savior shit in his head.

Let him tag along even though
I still do not know

what that guy's skill set is.

-Yeah, sure, we shoulder
some blame for making him think

he was of any use at any time.

Come on.

I mean, the little guy
has got to take responsibility

for his own actions
at some point.

-God, that boy had
some ideas.

-Oh, the whole
"Time Warrior" thing?

Are you kidding me?

Act like you've been there
before, right?

-If we're guilty of anything
it's for being too nice.

-Well, I told you
we should have shot him

after he got us
into that lab.

Ouch.

That hurts.

-Could they be talking
about anybody?

Hi, Wolf.

Still mulling over
the big decision?

No idea
which way you're leaning?

Nano-technology.

Also...

Gurkha Black Dragons.

Wrapper's Connecticut
Broad Leaf Maduro.

But you know that.

Yeah, go ahead.

Yeah.

Binder's Cameroonian,

filler's...

Five-year-aged Dominican.

My buddy Sly smoked one
of these

in the movie "F. I. S. T."

F-I-S-T.

Truckers.

-Right.
It was a classic film.

-Great.
-Anyway, they cut the scene

because they felt
it was gratuitous.

Went on too long,
sapping energy

from the plot when, uh,
they should have been...

Building the...

uh, tension.

Sounds like a good cut.

-Okay, your parlor tricks
and your bribes are not gonna--

oh, that is
Sweet Mama Jessup.

Sweet Mama J.

It's not all I have, Tiger.

Inside this envelope
is the story of a girl.

A girl born to Biotic parents,

stolen from them
at an impossibly young age.

Sorry, this is a Phonola.

I am used to a Philco.

I didn't hear anything
you said.

-5,500 square feet,
raw restaurant space.

Collins Avenue, Miami,

1987.

And to make sure
you get started

This.

And this is not that weak shit
you were butt-darting

in Los Angeles.

This is that good shit.

That Colombian shit
that doesn't leave South Beach.

And I got one more thing
I think you might

be interested in.

This handsome fellow.
-Oh...

-Pulled off a dead Josh
from the Epsilon line.

Fully functional.

Just begging to be reattached.

In our time,
penile enhancements

take eight minutes
and are quite pleasurable.

Trust me, I've had three.

Go ahead.

Girthier than you remember,
right?

Oh, it feels just right.

Weighs 19 1/2 pounds.

I know.

Oh, hello, old friend.

-You two look
very beautiful together.

No, no, no, I can't.

I can't.
Every time I whipped it out

I'd be whipping out the memory
of a friend I betrayed.

All right.

I'll leave you two
to think about it.

Look, Susan...

I've, uh, given your offer
some thought--

Too late.

Offer's off the table.

Okay.

Well, that's fine,
because I was actually

gonna say that there was
no way you can get me

to turn on my friends.

Yep.

I suspected that might be
the case.

Your loyalty is impressive,
Josh...

Thank you.

-But it's about to be put
to the ultimate test.

What?

By--by who?

What--what are you
talking about?

Is there a judge

Like, what the--what the fuck
is going on?

-Josh, your barbaric
legal system,

it's been replaced
by something far more elegant.

This is skin-eating poison.
"Death Rain."

One spray kills on contact
and you, Josh,

are going to use it on Tiger

or Wolf.

Uh, no I'm not.

No way.
No.

-Well, that's the best offer
we have to give you.

Otherwise, all three
of you die.

And that's more elegant?

-Elegant just means "simple."
It doesn't mean "fancy."

People think it means "fancy"--
it doesn't.

It just means "simple."

-Still wouldn't
call that elegant,

but I guess there is some kind
of cruel justice to it.

-No, no. It's not cruel, Josh.
It's a gift.

All three of you are facing
the death penalty.

But this way,
two of you get to live.

This all seems very random.

-Tonight, you will have
your final meal together.

When the last course arrives--
a traditional dessert salad--

the dressing will be in these.

Yours will have Death Rain.

One minute after
the course arrives

the lights will go out,
giving you the opportunity

to anonymously kill one
of your dear, dear friends.

That's future justice?

Choose which friend to kill?

-That's one way
of looking at it.

Another...

you choose which friend
to save.

I know it's a tough choice.

Just know that if they were
given this same offer--

which they definitely
were not--but if they were,

they would kill you
without hesitation.

So there it is.

All three of you die,
or you save yourself...

and one of them.

That's the best deal
you're gonna get...

from Ultra-Max.

I know you're the leader
of the group,

bound by honor and integrity.

The Tigers across all
the timelines have been

a force of good.

Many have even helped us.

-Well, those other me's,
they're using you.

You just don't know it yet.

Think of Josh.

Sick with delusions
of grandeur.

Or maybe you pity him.

Fine.
Kill Wolf.

He's a prisoner
of his own appetites.

Sashaying selfishly
through life

with wanton disregard
for anyone

or anything
that doesn't please him.

Has he ever
not abandoned you?

Deciding who not to kill.

And that's why only you
can carry this out.

Trained soldier, a survivor
who sashays effortlessly

through life no matter
what it throws at him.

You're no mission commander.
You're not the Chosen One.

You follow orders,
and you make lemonade.

You don't deserve
to die for that.

I am still in my prime.

-You're the only one
I'm making this offer to, Wolf,

because you're the only one

I truly believe is innocent.

Thank you, Susan.

Call me Sue.

Sue.

Oh, what a day

-Mm.
-Mm.

-Gotta tell you guys,
I sure am gonna miss

Texas barbecue.

-This abalone tastes like
it was caught tomorrow.

Mine's, uh--mine's cat.

Pass the salt.

Thank you, Tiger.

I like a little extra seasoning
on my food.

You probably didn't know that
because we don't

know each other that well.

Unlike me and Tiger.

We've known each other
our whole lives.

Thick and thin.

-Yeah, I don't really
know you that well,

which, to me, makes it
even weirder that you're always

such a dick to me.

What I can't figure out is...

which one of you is meaner.

-Oh, well, that's--
that's easy.

I mean, Wolf says mean things,
but I have an anger toward you

that is almost primal.

True.

However, when I was
about to die

in James Cameron's lab,
you did go

rathole-to-rathole for me.

-Okay, well, there goes
my appetite, so anybody want

my kitty cubes?

-Tiger, do you remember
the time--

you weren't there--
we jumped out

of Count Bowncelizar's
Trampolarium

and, uh, did not think
that net was gonna hold?

Do you remember that?

But it did.
It did.

It held.

Just like our bond.

But then again, Wolf,

you did save me
from the Smash Pit,

and, uh, from being
burned alive.

Um, yeah, the again from, uh--

from Stu's kill-mandos, so...

Wow.

That's way more
than you've done for me lately.

-Well, luckily for us
"lately" is just a blip

in a life-long blood bond.

-Mm.
Sometimes, though,

it's the, uh--the people
closest to you

that disappoint you the most.

A toast.

Yes.

To life.

And death, which is inevitable,

and sometimes comes
sooner than expected.

-And sometimes
it comes randomly,

like someone flipped a coin

because they couldn't--
couldn't decide.

-But when it does come,
sometimes it's--

well, it's for the best.

To our inevitable fate...

however--
-Whenever.

-By the hand of whomever.
-It may come.

Uh-huh.

Yum.

Salad dessert.

It's dessert salad.

-You know, I always thought
this is how it would end.

Time jail, cube salad,
a man named Susan.

I mean, I want to blame this
on the universe, but...

I think this one's on us.

So long, face!

It burns!

Tastes like
raspberry vinaigrette.

Wow.

That gave me goosebumps.

That was amazing television,
and you three

are going to make
fantastic competitors

on the centennial season

of "The DieCathalon."

Tiger, the commander,

Wolf, the survivor,

Josh, the lamb.

-Did he just call me
"the lamb"?

What--why am I a lamb?

-They'll be running
for their lives

and killed for sport
on New Pangea's

favorite human-hunting
reality competition.

I hate the future.

Sponsored by Ultra-Max.

The bulk-free blood diaper

you never have to remove.

Back after this.

I don't want

To know your name

'Cause you don't look
the same

The way you did before

Fox on the run

You scream and everybody
comes a-running

Take a run
and hide yourself away

Foxy on the run

F-foxy

Fox on the run
and hideaway