Minority Report

Previously on Minority Report...

Can you see?

You're one of them.

I'm tired of picking up the pieces.

Just once, I need to stop one before it happens.

We promised not to intervene.

You know how much I see out here.

I can't let this happen.

We need to go to Arthur.

How much is this gonna cost me?

Conversation for another time.

No!

You need to go.

You're still seeing it, your vision.

We got to tell Dash. No.

Not until we know what role he plays.

So that's it, huh? Sorry?

That's the... the milk bath?

Photonic containment system.

Helps unite them in a hive mind,

combines their visions into a clearer picture of the future.

I see.

So... time to get 'em out now, huh?

Do you have a plan?

Not one that I'm going to share with you.

I've taken care of them

since you were playing paintball at Langley.

That's C.I.A. I'm D.I.A.

But... okay.

Which one's Dash, hmm?

They have names?

Yes, they have names. You know why?

Because they're people.

When they went in, they were kids,

each one different from the other,

just like all kids are different.

Okay.

Agatha becomes the person whose future she predicts.

It's like she leaves herself.

Arthur's mind is an antennae,

pulling in names, facts, information.

Made him one manipulative little kid.

But Dash, Dash...

sees the horror.

Imagine being

an eyewitness to murders you can't do anything to stop.

Seems like someone got attached.

They need to be prepared.

Because I'm not so sure they'll do well out there in the world.

Well, we'll find out now, won't we?

The cow says...

Hey. Hey.

You playing or what?

Check.

Check.

Check.

Checkmate. I haven't even moved yet.

Sorry.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey, buddy, are you okay?

Is everything all right? Do you need help?

Forgot your winnings, man! Shh.

There were three of them,

Dash, Arthur, and Agatha.

They were called the Precognitives.

They could see murders before they happened.

For six years, our police held them against their will

and used them to save lives.

But after the government's Precrime program was shut down,

they were finally released.

They kept themselves safe and hidden from the world

until now.

Wait, so you don't know Sylk Diva?

She's, like, the next big thing out of Lagos.

Sino-Afro pop, baby. I'll stick with Beyoncé.

Wait, who's that again?

Kidding, kidding.

I like the oldies.

Classics.

Sniper, three o'clock.

Akeela, I need a readout.

So, is, uh, now a good time

to talk about my Christmas bonus? Ha-ha.

Go. Go, go.

Corran, corran.

Corran!

Lenses, show me thermal.

I see five more on our ten and two. All right.

We go together. No. You cover me.

Wait, Vega, don't be stupid. Vega.

Uno.

Dos.

Tres.

Cuatro.

Cinco.

Well, you forgot about seis.

Akeela.

What the hell? Don't shoot the admin, girlfriend.

I just run the system.

That's your idea of covering me, Blake?

That's your idea of teamwork, Vega?

Last time I checked, you weren't my partner anymore.

You were my... Boss. Yeah. Ooh, that never gets old.

But it does remind me.

I've been cleaning up your mess all week on the Rutledge case.

Mess? I stopped a terrorist attack.

Yeah, and you killed two suspects.

Without your body camera operational.

The feds are asking questions.

Like?

How you did all that.

Alone.

Right place, right time.

That threat wasn't even on their radar.

Good police work, I guess.

But feel free to take the credit for it.

Oh, I did. I also told them that if you had help,

say an informant, that I'd be the first to know.

So...

did you?

Did you have help?

You know me, Will.

I'm always better when I work alone.

Nice shooting back there.

Thanks. I heard Blake was wondering

about the Rutledge case.

How I took down two armed suspects by myself.

I know.

He say anything to you?

No.

But... others have.

Your report says Rutledge fell

three stories trying to get away as you went to arrest him.

But the forensics don't line up.

He didn't just trip and fall.

He was pushed.

What do you say?

I told them

that if Vega

says something happened,

then that's what happened.

I owe you, Akeela.

Lara.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I know it's not your first time, but you killed two people.

I'm fine.

I thought I was your friend.

You are.

That's why I can't tell you.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

That's it.

Ah.

Did you get it?

Yeah, it's processing, but...

your brain takes a beating every time.

I'm gonna have to find a better way of doing this.

Took you long enough, Detective.

I was wondering if you'd come.

I told you not to call me at the precinct.

The feds are asking questions about Rutledge.

Feds? Were you followed?

Relax. I'm careful.

Well, what do they know?

Well, nothing yet. But you need to lay low.

If anyone finds out I'm working with a Precog,

they'll throw me off the force and in jail.

Not to mention what happens to him if you slip up.

You know, like enslavement?

Lab tests? Vivisections?

But, uh, I-I know. A slap on the wrist by your superiors

would be a real boo-hoo.

I get it. We both need to be careful.

I hacked

the public surveillance grid around the Rutledge scene,

erased the feeds.

There's no evidence that he was ever there.

Please tell me that's harder than it sounds.

Whatever helps you sleep, Detective.

Are you having second thoughts?

No. I'm happy you called.

Okay, here we go.

Is this the new vision?

Yeah. It's a woman. The-the victim.

The killer looks like a man.

That narrows it down.

Why can't we see their faces?

It's just how it happens sometimes.

I get impressions, details.

Can you help?

Okay, a... dark-haired woman.

A struggle.

She kicks him, loses a shoe.

Then it happens.

Oh! What's that?

That symbol.