Flashforward (2009–2010): Season 1, Episode 19 - Course Correction - full transcript

God. Come quick! It's your
sister Annabelle! No way.

I want to come home.

Taking Annabelle-
-That was never part of the deal.

You asked me to give you data,

to tell you when we were running
the experiment. That's all.

The deal is whatever we say it is.
Annabelle is just insurance.

What's that on his hand?
That looks like a ring.

A quantum entanglement device.

I'm Gabriel McDow.
I told you that.

I said--I definitely
said that already.

You have to remember
things, Olivia.



Gabriel, why have you
been following me?

You're going the wrong way.
The futures I saw,

you're always with Lloyd.

You all know Fiona banks, mi6.

None of them had visions,

and now they're all dead.
"The blue hand. No limits. No fear."

A death club? Slingerland.
Am I saying that right?

It says here you
taught American history

at South Fairfax high. The script

for this conversation has
already been written.

Whatever you've all
seen is gonna happen.

Now Celia's death was
an accident, okay?

It could've happened
to anyone. Al!

What I saw doesn't have
to play out that way.



I found a way to
change the game. Al!

You do realize you're
wearing the same jacket

you were wearing when we broke
ground on the accelerator.

It was an accident, I suppose.

There are no accidents, Lloyd.

I detect some sublimated sentiment

bubbling to the surface.

This is a big deal for both of us.

We've been working on
tachyons for 12 years.

This is our moment, Simon.

Go with it. Cheers.

Cheers.

God, I hope it all works.

We're simulating the big bang.
What could go wrong?

Excuse me.

Sure. It's mum.

Hello.

What?

When?

Okay.

Uh...

Is Annabelle all right?

Just, uh,

just tell her I'll be on
the first flight home.

Yeah.

Okay, you, too. Bye.

Uh...

My dad died.

Activation in one minute.

All right.

This experience was
designed by Dr. Campos,

who, unfortunately,
could not be with us on this day

when we recreate the
beginning of the universe.

Lloyd Simcoe, Dr. Campos' mentor,

the brain behind the brain--

this is Angie Tremont from the
"new science report."

A journalist? It's all right.
She's been cleared.

Oh, sorry.

We have a rather strict
confidentiality protocol,

so we're a little
wary of the press.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Simcoe.
Yes.

Dr. Myhill's been telling
me all about the project.

Your crowning glory.

Well, it's been a team effort.
Uh, Gordon,

the preliminary
firings have started.

The big moment.

Yes?

They're ready.

Activation commencing in 30 seconds.
Initiate. Here goes nothing.

Or everything.

Activation commencing

in 20 seconds.

Activation commencing

in 10 seconds...

9,8,

7,6,

5,4,

3,2,

1.

Hey, honey. Go ahead.
It's your home, too.

I'll always find you, kiddo.

The visions people had

are really only just
possible futures.

Uh, the universe operates
within certain parameters,

but there is some flexibility.

With one week till the 29th, Dr. Simcoe,

we are all still
wondering what to expect.

Well, it's a well-known
precept in quantum physics

that observations shape reality.

You're saying that
seeing our futures

may, in fact, change our futures.

Uh, that's the theory, yes.

But the future does have
a way of fighting back.

What do you mean by that?

Small things may change,
but the forces of the universe

may be pushing us towards

the futures we have seen.
That's interesting.

And what about the people
who learned from mosaic

they were meant to
die before the 29th

but lived past the fatal event?

Well, those people are the
statistical anomalies

at the edge of the curve.
Should you still be worried?

Because it sounds
like you're saying

the universe may course-correct,

that they might not have
escaped their fates after all.

Yes, that's possible.

So maybe a better word
for "course-correction"

destiny"?

Well, I'm just a scientist,

I'm not really qualified
to answer that question.

I'd like to welcome
tonight's next guest--

Celia Quinones.

Ms. Quinones is the young
woman whose future was changed

by the suicide of FBI
Agent Al Gough--

one of Dr. Simcoe's "statistical anomalies."

Ms. Quinones, take us
through your experience.

First, I-I would like to say again

to the family of Agent Gough

how... grateful my
family and I are

for his actions.

Um, in the first weeks
after the blackout,

I heard that not having a vision

meant that I would be
dead on April 29th.

That must've been
terrifying for you.

When I discovered on
the mosaic Web site

that I would be hit by a car,
I lived in constant terror

that I might die at any moment.
But you didn't.

I'm sure a lot of
people have questions,

so let's open up the phone lines.

Uh, Muncie, Indiana,
you're on the air.

This question's for Dr. Simcoe.

Is it possible the blackout caused

permanent brain damage to anyone?

There's no reason to believe so.

Well, people's lives
have been ruined.

What if this happens again?

It is critical that
people remain calm.

A-and--and I-I must repeat

that no one's brain
was damaged in any way

by the blackout itself.

And let me reassure you

it is impossible that there
could be another blackout.

I almost believe him myself.
Yeah, tell me again

why we're not telling people
there's another blackout coming?

Because we don't know
when it's gonna happen.

We tell people but don't say when?

The world will turn
into an armed camp.

So, Celia, you're confident
that your future has changed?

I'm still here.

The universe seems to have
a different plan for me.

Thank you for joining us today.

Any last words, Dr. Simcoe?

Uh, come the 29th,

I believe that we will end up

where we're supposed to be.

"Supposed to be"? Thank you
for speaking with us today.

That doesn't mean we
can't decide our fate.

After the break,
we'll be talking to...

Author of the award-winning book "
teens and truth."

She's going to help us
figure how to talk about...

Stop! Stop!

That's my sister!

Annabelle! Annabelle! Stop there!

Annabelle! Stop, Simon! Don't come
any closer or they'll kill me!

Who? What? They're watching.
They'll shoot me.

What? Who? What do they want?

They said they want
you and the ring.

They got your message,
and they're sending one back.

You have 12 hours,
or they'll kill me.

Annabelle.

Please, Simon.

Give them what they want.
They were very specific.

You only have 12 hours
to give them the ring

or they will kill me.
Get in the car. Just go.

Annabelle, I'm not leaving you here.
Get in the car.

Annabelle... just go!
Please, just go!

Let's go. Now.

Zampieron?

Tech wizard extraordinaire?

I'll take that as a "yes."

License plate?

You are good.

What I'd like to know is
whose car that belongs to.

Yeah. Yeah, I can
definitely do this. Simple.

Just gotta run it by the head man.

That's the part of the

process I'd like you to omit.
Hmm. No can do.

Name your price.

Anything?

Hey, you. Hey.

How do you always
know when I'm here?

Mm, stalking. Internet.

Paid informants.
You know, the usual.

Mm-hmm.

I, um, I brought you a book.

It's one of my favorites,
and it helped me a lot with my mom.

I wish...

I wish you'd tell me when
you're getting chemo.

I don't want you to
feel obligated to come.

It's not an obligation.

L.A.P.D. Called.

Someone claiming to be MI6

used my name to get
access to a crime scene.

Hello, Demetri.
You're looking well.

You, too, Fiona.

So, uh, I'm guessing you didn't
fly all the way in from London

just 'cause you missed me.

No. Andrew weeks was supposed
to die on march the 2nd

from a drug allergy,
but he survived the date.

He made a big deal out of it, too,
huh? His wife heard him fall,

came running out
and found him dead.

No sign of anyone coming
in or out the house.

If I'm living on borrowed time,

I might avoid a room full of guns.
Except he wasn't shot.

He was bleeding from
the mouth and nose,

so forensics
field-tested his coffee.

It showed positive for warfarin.
Rat poison?

That explains the bleeding.

I don't get it.

You got a room full of guns,
and you poison a guy. Why?

Weeks was supposed to
die from a drug allergy,

not a gunshot wound.

I think the killer was trying
to get as close as possible

to the original cause of death.

That was in his papers.

These are directions to
a blue hand gathering.

That's why I'm her
four blue handers

dead in the L.A.
area in the last three weeks.

Each knew exactly how and
when they were supposed to die

but lived past their death date.

I was in Anaheim investigating
when I got word of this one.

You really think someone's to

trying knock off survivors?
It's just a hunch.

What was I supposed to say?

"Well, yes, there's gonna
be another blackout.

Well, sorry, we just
can't tell you when."

So you said what you had to.

I mean, people are terrified.
You gave 'em hope.

No, at I gave them was a lie.

What would give people hope

is if Simon and I could crack this q.
E.D. Technology.

Then at least people wouldn't
black out in the first place.

What about that caller who
asked about brain damage?

I mean, I've never
even considered that.

No. If the blackout could
cause brain damage,

we would've picked up
on it a long time ago.

I know how much this
is weighing on you.

I wish there was something I
could do to help. Olivia...

You already are.

Hey.

You wanted to see me?

You may think

that promising a junior analyst
a weekend at the bunny ranch

will get him to jeopardize
his job, but it won't.

My sister ran away from home

I saw her this morning.

She was in a white van
with that license plate.

So you just figured you'd have

one of my agents help you out?
I have to find her.

We ran the plate.

Van was stolen two days
ago in San Francisco.

Traffic Cam...

Picked this up.

Now that's a nice story, Simon,
but how about the truth?

You wanna tell me what
the hell's going on?

I was trying to have
her come with me.

The people she's with,
they have some sort of... hold over her.

You're lying. She didn't run away.

She was kidnapped.

Look at her body language.
She's terrified.

How long have you
known about this?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, come on.
Don't play games with me.

This is your sister.
Exactly. My sister.

That's why I'll do
anything to find her.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Someone knows you feel this way,

they'll use it against
you as leverage.

And considering what you know,
I'd say they could get a lot.

Are you suggesting
I've been compromised?

I don't know what you've been,

but I do know one thing-
you've been lying.

And now you've put

the entire mosaic
investigation in Jeopardy.

What do you think?

Something in the ring's structure

has to be maintaining
superposition.

It's keeping people awake-
but how?

You're not even listening.

"Maintaining superposition"
was what you said,

and I have no idea.

We, do you want to focus a little?

We've done enough damage.
Maybe we can put something right.

Look, just because you feel
guilty about lying on the news

and want to save the world

doesn't mean that we can
actually make it happen.

Yes, we can, and it's not about
feeling guilty. Yeah, right.

No, it's about
preventing more deaths.

Oh, it's all Lloyd Simcoe's fault,

and now he can save the day.

It's a little messianic,
don't you think?

What are you talking about?

Oh, millions of deaths.

It's an overwhelming concept.
Numbers like that--

you lose track of individuals.
They fall through the cracks.

A single person doesn't even matter.
Okay, now you're losing me.

My sister.

Annabelle? So what are
you talking about?

She's been kidnapped. When?

A few days after the blackout.

Why would anyone
kidnap your sister?

I have no idea.
What do the police say?

Well, the FBI are on it.
There's nothing more I can do.

Well, why didn't you tell me?
I would've helped.

Oh, yeah? How?

W-well, I don't know, but I-I--

now I just feel useless.
Well it's not about you, Lloyd.

I had to deal with the situation
as best I could for Annabelle.

Now I'm sorry I didn't keep you
in the loop. I've been kinda busy.

Why would he hide the fact
that his sister was kidnapped?

The polygraph's inconclusive.

You really think he's compromised?

There's nothing concrete, but...

Look, mark, I don't like this
situation any more than you do,

but we need Simon.

We'll look for his sister.

Find her, and find out
what they want from him.

I never thought we'd be
talking to this guy again.

Everyone, next week's reading...

Schopenhauer.

Mr. Slingerland?

Agent Noh.

I'm so glad to see you again.

This is inspector banks.

I remember you, too.
Mr. Slingerland.

What's going on?

Do you recognize this man?

Yeah, that's Andrew. Andy weeks.

I remember seeing him at
the blue hand gatherings.

That was a while ago.
I'm not really into that anymore.

Why do you ask? He's dead.

How?

Murdered.

Ooh.

Poor Andy.

Uh...

Guess he thought he
was in the clear.

But I suppose the universe has to,
uh, balance itself.

Excuse me?

But I suppose the universe
life is energy, you see.F.

As each new life begins,
another ends.

And if you mess with that balance,

the universe pushes back.
Andy was a good guy. I'm sorry.

We need you to put together
a list of the blue handers

who knew Mr. weeks.
Can you do that for us? Be happy to.

And you might want to be careful.

We think someone's
killing the people

that lived past
their death dates--

people like you. So you don't
want me to go on television

and announce it to the world?

Just watch you back,
is what we're saying.

I will, agent Noh.

Gabriel's blood work came back.

So besides his feet,
everything seems okay.

The left foot looks good.

His right still looks pretty bad.

Okay, well, let's finish
up the antibiotics,

and we'll reevaluate
tomorrow. Okay.

Orderlies to admitting.

Where's Charlie?

Hey, you!

Charlie's at school.
What are you doing here?

Uh, occupational therapy,
which I completely forgot about.

Dylan was hoping to see you,

and, um, so was I.

Hi.

Hi.

Lloyd?

Lloyd Simcoe?

Lloyd? I knew it. I knew it.

I said it would happen.
I saw it would happen.

I-I knew it. You're supposed to
be with Olivia. Beg your pardon?

She's not supposed to
be with the other one.

Okay, Gabriel, let's go. Come on.
Back--back to bed. Let's go.

Not the other one.
I need my shoes.

Remember? Your shoes didn't fit.

That's why your feet were bleeding.
But I liked those shoes.

I know. We'll get
you some more shoes.

We will. Let's go.?
Lloyd and Olivia sitting in a tree?

Yeah, okay. I'll explain later.

Let's go.?
Sitting in a tree, tree?

Okay. Let's go, Gabriel. Inside.
Gabe, we're gonna do this.

Come on. Let's go. So good.

So good that you're
together with Lloyd now.

No, we're not together.

You're together with Lloyd now.
It's so good.

You know what? We're not-
we're not together, Gabe.

We're just--yeah, complicated.
We're--we're...

You're the best thing
since sliced bread. Yes?

Okay. You're--you're the best
thing since sliced bread.

In you go.

Can I come in?

Brought lunch. Hi, Gabriel.
Where's the beef?

I got it right here. Go ahead.

So how's he doing?

Uh, he's better. Good.

We got a lot of questions,

and I'm gonna have to
bring him into the FBI.

You know what? He hasn't
finished his I.V. Antibiotics.

He needs a brain scan.

He's not going anywhere
for a couple of days.

Would it be all right

if I just ask him a few
questions here, then?

Sure.

Thank you.

Hey, buddy.

Can I ask you a question?
I found this in your things.

You wanna tell me what this is?

My book. It's all there.

But what is this a picture of?

Gabriel, this is important.

I saw it.

I was there, on a trip.

I saw it.

A flash-forward.

Oh, no. Oh, no! Oh,
no! I don't like pickles!

Okay, it's okay.
I don't like pickles!

I-I don't like lettuce!
I-I hate onions! I...

I like tomatoes.
I like--I like tomatoes.

Now where are we? Starting
from where we first pick up

the van Campos' sister was in-
6th street bridge.

Then we headed South.

We picked them up here,
and then here,

and then they head into
this weird zone downtown.

Eight blocks wide.

Coverage their is sketchy,
so we lost them.

You can't get me any more than that?
I'm not a magician.

Any way we can pick up the
van coming out of that zone?

Well, there are over
a hundred exits.

It'd take at least
a day and a half

to go through all that footage.
Well, it's only eight blocks.

We can do a sweep in less
time than whiz kid here. Mm.

You found something.

Just following up on a tip.
I'm coming with you.

No, you're not. Yes, I am.

No, you're not! Listen to me, Simon.

You're here for one reason
and one reason only--

to work on the q.E.D.
Your volunteering here

is starting to feel
a little convenient.

I don't trust you, Simon.
Not for a minute.

That's your prerogative.
You're damn right it is,

and that's not gonna work
out too well for you.

Right now I'm gonna go
get your sister back.

And after I do, you and I are
gonna have a little sit-down.

No more lying.

They said want you and the ring.

They got your message,
and they're sending one back.

You have 12 hours,
or they'll kill me. Annabelle.

Please, Simon.
Give them what they want.

Thanks for coming by.

I wanted to go over your
latest serologies with you.

Your tumor markers
are undetectable.

Lymphocytes are back to normal.

Wait.

Does that mean that I'm--

experimental protocol
seems to be working.

Your cancer is
officially in remission.

What? What?

What? We've been
optimistic for a few weeks.

I just didn't want
to get your hopes up.

I've had two other oncologists
check those results,

and it's working.

That's incredible.

Well, what are you waiting for? Go on.
Get out of here.

The future awaits.

Yeah.

You wanted to see me? Oh. Yeah.

Um, we have a shift down
at immigration tonight

giving flu shots to detainees.
Can you help out?

Sure. Happy to.

Okay, great. Just take a
look through these files

and see what you're
getting yourself into.

Don't worry. It's all basic.
Nothing you can't handle. Okay?

Thank you.

Have you been working all day?

00 in the morning.

Do you know this man?

Someone tampered with his coffee.

Yeah. Andy.

You're sure? Yeah, he's a regular.

He's here every day. So am I.

When's the last time you saw him?

Uh, yesterday.
He was here with some guy,

chatting away like
they were old pals.

Made a big deal about
surviving something,

his whole life to look forward to.
What'd his friend look like?

I don't know.
Tall, kinda geeky-looking,

wearing this big,
ugly horseshoe ring.

Life is energy, you see.

As each new life begins,
another ends.

And if you mess with that balance,
the universe... you're sure?

Yeah, I am. Pushes back.

"You can do what you will,

"but at any given
moment of your life,

"you can will only
one definite thing.

Nothing other than that thing."

What do you guys think that means?

That free will is a lie?

Exactly.

Where's Mr. Slingerland?

I don't know. He was here,
and then he just left.

Are you Agent Noh?

He wanted me to tell
you something. What?

The universe always pushes back.

You might want to be careful.

We think someone's
killing the people

that lived past their death dates.

So you don't want me
to go on television

and announce it to the world?
I'm still here.

The universe seems to have
a different plan for me.

He's trying to course-correct.

I think I know who
he's going after next.

Celia Quinones,

welcome to your future.

Run! Celia, run! Run!

Now! Celia, now! Run!

South on grand!
He's heading South on grand!

Freeze! FBI!

Aah!

Uhh! Oh, my God!

No! Celia! Someone get help!

She just ran in front of me!
I couldn't stop!

She's still alive.
She's still alive.

E.M.T.S to grand and 6th
priority 3! Code 1! Move!

She was just there, Demetri.
She's all right. Stay with her!

She's not dead.
She's alive. You failed.

Not yet.

Anyway...

It's not me.

It's the universe,

which never fails.

It's funny.

I was supposed to
have an aneurysm,

but you killed me instead.

Gets done either way.

See you soon... sport.

Simon.

Here to make up for my bad behavior.
Don't worry about it.

You've been under a
lot of stress lately.

I just wanted to say thanks.

For what?

Cambridge, the
Brewschlagger fellowship,

for getting me into n.L.A.P.

I did it for selfish reasons, Simon.
You make me look good.

Gracious as well.
You helped me out and you know it.

I wouldn't be anywhere without you.
Okay, what's going on?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
about Annabelle. Truly, I am.

I should've, months ago.
It's been eating away at me,

I should have said something.

Well, I'm--I'm sorry
I couldn't help.

I would have, you know.

Yeah, I know you would.
You're the only real friend I have.

You are clearly in need
of a drink. Come on.

Oh, you're not wrong, but I, uh...

I have to be somewhere.

I'll see you, Lloyd.

Hey.

Hey! Nicole.

I've been looking
all over for you.

What's the matter?

I, um...

I, uh...

I have something I
have to tell you.

Yeah. Me too.

Okay... then.

You're never gonna believe this.

My cancer is in remission.

I know! Oh, my God! Bryce,
that's-- that's amazing!

I'm still completely in shock,

and it--it got me
thinking about my future,

and I don't want to
waste any more time.

Are you sure? I mean,
what we saw is--

no, forget what we saw.
We're here, now.

This is all that matters.

What happened to Celia...

There was nothing we could do.

You know, I've been
thinking about our bird.

What if you tape the window?

How do you mean?

Well, if you cover the window,

the bird might not crash into it.

It's a nice thought.

But I think it'll probably just
crash into a different window.

Maybe.

But it's worth a shot.

It's the hospital calling.

Hello?

Agent banks?
Agent Fiona banks? Yes.

I'm calling about Celia Quinones

and I'm afraid it's bad news.

Her physical and neurological
injuries are extensive,

and I'm not optimistic about
her chance of survival.

Oh, my God.

You're gonna call
again on the 29th

to tell me that she's gone.

Ms. banks, what happened
to Celia was an accident.

There are no accidents anymore.

Mark, we're running out of
time for Campos' sister.

I've covered a 5-block radius.
Only 3 to go.

Whoa. I'm sorry.
Special Agent Benford. FBI.

Looks like they got
you working late.

Yeah. Some clown ran
right into this,

nearly took out the
electrical box.

Pulled into that
warehouse driving crazy.

That's a lot of damage.

Eh. Imagine what the
van looked like.

Imagine.

I think I found the van.

Put me through to s.W.A.T.

Okay, move!

Now go! Move.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now.

I'm here.

Yes? It's mark. We got her, Simon.

She's sitting right next to me.

Thank God. Is she all right?

Exhausted, confused,
but physically she's fine.

Can I talk to her for a second?
I just wanna hear her voice.

All right, but then you
and I need to talk,

and you need to
tell me everything.

No more lies, Simon.

Fine.

He wants to talk to you.

Simon?

Belle. Is that really you?

I'm really tired, Simon.

I wanna go home and see mom.

I know. I just wanted to
make sure you were safe.

No matter what happens,
baby sister, remember...

I love you.

I love you, too.

Good-bye, belle.

Simon. Good-bye, mark.

He took the damn ring.

Uh, what am I looking at?

So this is Gabriel McDows brain.
No brain damage.

And he had hundreds
of flash-forwards.

Now these are taken from
people who were being scanned

at the time of the blackout
on October 6th. Same thing.

No damage.

Nothing. Nothing unusual.

So you weren't lying about
this in your interview.

Thanks. Makes me
feel a bit better.

Good.

Well, so this McDow is a savant?

Yeah. He's pretty
high-functioning.

Incredible memory.

And he thinks we
should be together.

Uh...

That's what he saw in
his flash-forwards.

Were we happy?

I know how I felt in mine.

I need to talk to you.

I was just leaving.

Thanks for the scans, Olivia.

I really appreciate it.
Yeah, sure. Excuse me.

See you later. Bye, mark.
I'll call you.

Simon Campos has disappeared.

What?

He's gone.

He came to see me tonight.

It was the strangest thing.

It was like he was
trying to say good-bye.

The day of the blackout-
anything about his behavior

seem... strange?

Well, I don't know.

He was in Toronto at
his father's funeral.

Uh...

My dad died.

My God, Simon. What happened?

There was an accident.
I have to go home.

Yes, of course. Then we'll
postpone until you get back.

No. Stick to the plan.

But the system's still on standby.

What difference does a week make?

What's the rush? No,
we've worked too long,

too hard at this.
We have to stay on schedule.

It has to be October 6th,
11:00 A.M.

No delays.

You know, I never understood why
he would miss that moment--

I mean, after all
those years of work,

and we could've changed the date.

Is Simon Campos capable of
engineering a global blackout?

He's capable of anything.

And he always has a plan.

Once we realized that

his involvement in the blackout
was deeper than we thought,

I went back and I ran
this gait analysis

on Simon Campos and
on suspect zero.

Not only are they comparable
in height, weight and age,

they're a 99th percentile match

in spacial-temporal
and kinematic classes.

But suspect zero was in Detroit,

and we have multiple
eyewitnesses that put Simon

at his father's funeral
in Toronto the same day.

I checked inbound flights
to airports around Detroit.

On October 6th,

a g4 with Canadian tail numbers

requested an emergency
maintenance landing

at willow run. So they wouldn't
have filed a flight plan.

Plane was on the ground
for a couple of hours

then right back to Toronto.
He could've gotten

to the stadium then back
to the airport by then.

Show me that footage again.

Simon Campos is suspect zero.

If I showed you pictures,
Annabelle,

could you identify
any of these guys?

We need to find the
men who took you.

No. I never saw any faces.

They always wore
these weird masks.

Please, can I go home now?

I know you're tired.

Just one more question.

What did they want from Simon?

I told you. I don't know.

They just left me in the van.

They said they were done with me.

Did you overhear anything?
Anything at all?

Annabelle.

What did they want him for?

I promise you.

Nothing bad will happen to Simon.

Think real hard.

Did you overhear anything?
Anything at all?

They said he's going to
cause another blackout.