FlashForward

In my flash-forward,

I was investigating what casued all this.

I seemed to have an idea why all of this was happening.

We know you were planning an attack.

- Tell me what happened! - We didn't do this.

You were still planning on killing thousands of people.

I think God did this to punish us.

I'm a little at sea in dealing with Dylan's condition.

He's autistic.

This man means nothing to me.

I'm not gonna cheat on you.

On March 15th, 2010, you are going to be murdered.

It's okay, you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be just fine, okay?

What we're gonna do is on one, two, three,

you're gonna take a big breath with me, okay?

One, two, three.

I wish I could have saved more people.

I reached the surface,

did the Australian crawl to the shore,

and then I walked home.

Oh, and then I, you know,

realized that the whole world had blacked out.

That was two weeks ago.

This is the first time you've seen a doctor?

Yeah, didn't need one till now.

Okay. Well, Mr. Ned, I-

You can call me "Edward. "

- Edward. - Wait, you know...

Call me "Ned. " my friends call me Ned.

Ned Ned?

Yes, yes.

Uh, how did you stay so calm?

I don't know. I just was.

It says here that triage gave your morphine for your pain.

- Does that mean- - Let me tell ya.

They should call that stuff "mor-fine"

'cause that's how I'm feeling

for the first time since the crash.

Well, why didn't you come in sooner?

It didn't start off so bad. You know, I thought I'd maybe

just bruised my spleen or somethin'.

Okay, Mr. Ned- Um, Ned. Whatever.

Uh, I think with your low blood count and your pain, we should

keep you in for observation and a C.T. scan, all right?

It's all gravy, Dr. Benford. Truly.

Okay, good.

Now after the blackout, do you remember what-

Hey, your flash-forward- What did you see?

Not where I was goin'.

You really wanna know?

I was rocking leather pants.

I've never rocked leather pants.

It's always been one of my top three fears,

along with clowns and escalators.

But there I was, rocking out at this bar

that I've always wanted to go to but I've never gone to

because I-I thought I'd be too nervous, that I'd be...

Well, too nervous.

But it wasn't that way.

I was happy.

I was at peace.

Oh, and I was black.

Wait, you were...

- Black in six months? - Yeah.

Like Oprah.

You know, African-American. Black.

Okay.

Okay, Mr. Ned.

Well, okay.

We'll see you later, Mr. Ned.

Okay. Yeah.

"Black Swan"

So they're your parents, so I think you should be the one

to tell them that we moved up the wedding.

Uh-huh.

Though I'm sure a free to trip to Hawaii

still won't make up for the fact that I'm not Korean.

Right.

Okay, where have you been for the last 20 minutes?

I'm fine. It's just work stuff. Work stuff.

I've been trying to trace a call from, uh, an informant.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah, I'm here. Okay.

Well, speaking of work, can I ask you something work-related?

Are you guys gitmo-ing a suspect downtown?

No.

Some blonde, arrested the day of the blackout.

Bin Laden in Prada?

I can't confirm or deny this, Zo.

I think you just did, sweetie.

Wow.

Look, professionally,

if the bureau's violating someone's due process,

that's uncool.

But personally,

if that woman has anything to do with the blackout,

I really hope you're getting all Dick Cheney on her ass

to find out what she knows.

Ladies and gentlemen...

As Eggbert,

I would like to egg-xpress my desire

for you to eat oatmeal this morning.

You're silly, daddy.

Silly?

- Can I get a "cluck cluck"? - Cluck cluck!

Cluck cluck.

Thank you muchly.

I believe you know my mum.

Oh!

- Oh. - Aw, Eggbert!

Wow, you really are

the Shakespeare of cheesy dad humor.

Ah, you could play, too. You could be...

ze french toast.

Ze toast of love.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Hey, mommy.

Hi, sweetie.

So guess who's picking you up from school this morning?

- Nicole? - That's right. Nicole.

She missed you. She's ready to start babysitting again.

Yay!

- Yeah, Nicole is coming. - Yeah, Nicole is coming back.

Thanks for breakfast.

First time in a while

I've been out acting like a normal person.

I know what you mean.

You want an ice cream or something?

Where was that place

Tracy used to take you when you were little?

They turned it into a giant juice

- when I was a freshman. - Hmm.

She spent all the money she made babysitting you

buying you milkshakes.

I should get going.

It's my first day back at the Benfords',

so I don't want to be late.

Mark told me you went A.W.O.L.

I'm sorry, Aaron.

You got me that job with them, and I totally screwed it up.

If that were true,

they wouldn't have asked you to come back.

You know, Nicole, you're not alone.

Everyone's freaked out by this.

But I think we have to surrender to a higher power

and have faith that whatever we saw,

we saw for a reason.

So make Cowbell Lady N.P.O.

We'll take her to the O.R. if she spikes again.

Yeah.

And, uh, what happened to the scan we-

Oh, come on.

Come on!

Ugh!

What did the scan show on our bus crash guy?

- Yeah. Ned? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, I-I can't stop thinking about that guy.

I mean, how does somebody possibly go

from being Caucasian to African-American?

I mean, if-if that's the vision that he saw in his future,

- then I guess- - Ugh. Bryce,

I need you in the present.

- Here, now. - Yeah.

You know, patient care, doctoring, C.T. scan.

Still don't have it. E.R.'s got a bunch of traumas.

They keep bumping Ned from the scanner.

So I ran into Dr. Flemming earlier.

Who?

Blythe Flemming- the psychiatrist

you're supposed to be following up with every week?

Yeah, well, it's just, you know,

I've had my rounds and, um...

Come on. Less than a month ago,

you were standing on a pier with a gun.

Look, I know how it sounds,

- But trust me, things have change- - If you wanna keep working here,

you need to follow up with psych at twice a week.

- You got it? - Yeah.

Excuse me, ohh!

Bollocks.

Hey, honey.

Sorry.

You know what?

That Simcoe kid is awfully tuned out.

I wanna transfer him to physical therapy.

Yeah, but he's on I.V. antibiotics.

Just as soon as you can, okay?

- Yeah. - And I need that scan of Ned's,

so wheel him to the scanner yourself if you have to.

Okay.

You wanna go to Somalia now?

Last week, you talked me into flying you to Germany

- because of an index card. - And it paid off.

Mm-hmm. You found out some crows

died in Somalia 18 years ago.

You know, your definition of "paid off"

is a little different than mine.

If a blackout had happened before,

that'd be major.

I agree, which kind of makes you wonder