Minority Report

Previously on Minority Report...

Remember me? My name is Wally.

I'm here to help.

Blomfeld thinks we never should have ended Precrime.

My agency had plans for them.

This is what I've been seeing in my vision!

A milk bath more advanced than the one

that held us during Precrime.

Memento Mori, he was planning

a terrorist attack on the district.

Coded message cards delivered to scientists,

each one stamped

with the anamorphic image

of a human skull.

You've helped Detective Vega.

From now on, you should be coming to me.

I'll be in touch.

Blake!

You're one of them.

He knows. I think he knows who you are, too.

This changes everything.

Mr. Chairman.

Quite the security setup, Director Blomfeld.

No cavity search?

I hope what I have for you is worth the inconvenience.

Me, too. For months now,

I've been warning the committee about

the growing threat posed by Memento Mori.

Ah, yes, the Loch Ness monster

no one's ever seen or heard

except in whispers.

And we've given you carte blanche

to pursue them with every tool available.

So, what did you find? Nothing.

Well, it's not a surprise. They distrust technology.

They don't leave any online footprint.

That makes them invisible to conventional methods.

So, you've been at this almost a year,

you know they're planning something big,

but have nothing to help stop it.

What's the good news?

Well, Mr. Chairman, the good news

is that we have a tool that we haven't used yet.

A way to hunt this group without a byte of data.

Of course, we're missing

three very important things.

One guess what's in that building.

We need to get busy.

There are three of us: Agatha, Arthur and me, Dash.

We were called the Precognitives.

We can see murders before they happen.

For six years, we were held against our will

and used to save lives.

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

we were finally released.

We kept ourselves safe and hidden from the world,

until now.

Note missed. What are you talking about?!

What do you mean, "note missed"?

Song failed. Oh...

Dash! Wow! That was amazing.

I mean, oh, my God! That was so good!

That's crazy. Dash, that was...

Where did you learn to sing?

Oh, come on, come on.

Let's not get crazy here.

All right, you took that very serious.

Let's cue up "Big Pimpin'."

I'm gonna show you people how this is done. No, no.

Vega, buy you a beer?

From my own fridge? Ooh, baller!

Yeah, come on. It's free.

Akeela, start it again. I want to sing it again.

Okay.

I'm glad you stopped by.

You know, you lied to me.

You're still not off the hook.

I don't want off the hook.

I want you on the team.

Right.

So...

This is a team now?

You know, you haven't thought this through.

You're worried about your career.

I get it.

But this is a good thing that we're doing.

That's not what I mean.

Should a power like this

be in the hands of a couple of cops?

Listen, I have thought this through.

This is not like Precrime... We're not arresting people

for something they haven't done.

No, you're just seeing the future

and keeping it a secret.

Who else would you trust?

I don't know.

I don't know.

But sooner or later, somebody's gonna find out.

Note missed. Uh, guys?

Guys! Note missed.

Wait, what's going on?

Okay, give him some room.

Let's get to work.

Okay.

People in suits, a crowd... "Tav 8"?

What is that supposed to mean? I'm not sure.

It was white letters against a blue background.

Maybe a uniform?

Net searches for "Tav 8" bring up results

about an antique military aircraft.

It's been retired for decades.

Great.

So we're looking for a time-traveling

fighter pilot, sweet.

Dash's visions aren't a police report.

They're impressions.

Not every detail is a smoking gun.

Tell me about this one.

This guy was twisting his wedding ring.

I saw him moving through a crowd.

It looked like he was trying to get away.

The murderer?

Maybe.

This man dove to protect the victim.

Hmm. Black suit. Did you see the killer's face?

Not his, but I did see the victim's.

Steven's Law. The Senate bill?

That's Ellen Meizhou-Shi. She's a senator

from right here in the district.

I voted for her.

We need to have a word with her.

No, let's drop by Wally's first.

If this is a threat on a U.S. senator,

"Wally" better be the FBI. Blake.

Let us do our thing.

We'll go to the Feds the second we know more.

Besides, so far, we're having a better year than they are.

Because our children's future means too much to roll the dice.

Pass Steven's Law.

WOMAN and CHILDREN: Life finds a way.

Excuse me.

You must be Detective Vega.

That's him.

And that makes you Agent Shale, Homeland Security.

Please, call me Aman.

What can I do for you?

Our Hawk-Eye systems identified an orange-level

threat pattern based on a confluence of factors...

We believe that the senator is in danger.

That.

Any specific threat?

Well, we haven't worked out all the details yet.

Well, unfortunately you don't need predictive policing

to know that the senator has enemies.

I mean, she's leading the fight to legalize

germline gene therapy in humans.

So many threats against her life,

DHS assigned an agent to her.

That's why I'm here. Germline.

Yeah, the senator could probably explain it better,

but it has something to do with tinkering

with a baby's DNA in utero,

thus stopping disease before it happens.

Kind of like pre-health.

But why would anyone have a problem with that?

I ask myself that every day, Detective...?

Lara Vega.

My analyst Dash Parker.

These technologies can prevent everything

from MS to Parkinson's.

But they also give people the power

to tweak things for more superficial reasons.

Perfect skin, eye color,

the endurance of an Olympic marathoner.

Some people think it's playing God.

That's where most of our threats come from.

Extremist groups.

We've taken precautions.

I wish she would take more.

There are crowds and protestors everywhere we go.

But the senator won't even consider

cutting back our public schedule.

Because my public didn't send me here

to back down from a fight.

They sent me here to wage one.

Steven's Law.

Your son. He was six.

He died from a genetic disorder

we could've prevented in the womb

had this science been legal.

I'm sorry.

The gene that killed him