FlashForward

Dear Celia,

I don't know your last name,

and I don't know where you live,

but I know you have two young boys-

Twins, I believe.

And I know you didn't have a flash-forward.

I understand how terrifying that is

and how powerless you must be feeling.

But I want you to know that you are not alone.

E-mailing your other girlfriends?

No, we, uh, we broke up. This is just porn.

- Oh, okay. - Yeah.

I'm in pre-trial conference all day, so totally unreachable,

but don't forget we need to sign off on the proofs later.

- Proofs? - For the wedding invitations.

Right.

Bet you 20 bucks they spell my name wrong.

Bet you $100 they got mine wrong.

You know, they say couples with commonly misspelled names

are the most successful.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Meet me at the printers at 6:00, okay?

Can't you just pick one?

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

I'm just saying you have great taste.

I mean, I don't need to be there, right?

Hey, kick ass today.

I might be home a little late tonight.

I'm covering the E.R. for Sally again.

I tried to get out of it, but-

You don't have to explain.

It's just hard 'cause Crosby's out of town,

- so there really is no one else. - Olivia,

you don't have to explain.

I trust you.

Good.

I trust you, too.

It's like everything I say comes out wrong-

Everything.

Even when we're getting along, it's tense.

Things have changed for everybody.

It's a new world.

Yeah? I miss the old one then.

Really? The one where you used to crash on my couch

playing "Madden" till 4:00 A.M.?

Don't you mean futon, and don't you mean kicking your ass

- until 4:00 A.M.? - What?

- What? I said it. - No, you didn't kick anything.

You were- you were cheating.

That's what you were doing.

Hey, man, what you call cheating

I call finding a way to change the game, my friend.

Oh.

How's Agent Hawk doing?

She's out of the woods.

Should be back to work in a few weeks.

You think these three

had something to do with her shooting?

Well, we followed the hand stamp from the guy who shot Janis,

led us to the house where we found these guys.

The Blue Hand stamp?

Mm-hmm.

I'm sensing a theme.

Yeah? You want to share?

The contact ring,

residue patterns and bullet trajectories

are consistent with self-inflicted gunshot wounds.

Self-inflicted?

Was it-you think this is some kind of suicide pact?

Had to be.

But then who arranged the bodies

and covered them with the sheets that night?

All had alcohol in their systems.

She had ecstasy and heroin.

Hey, Dem, who- who are these people?

Um, Jason Martinez, 37. Married, two children.

This is Diana Davis. Still looking for next of kin, and-

And Ian Rutherford, 25.

British national. Reported missing from a cargo vessel

docked in Long Beach.

Your Rutherford case?

Yeah.

Here we go.

"The Gift"

Hang up.

- Hey, Aaron. - What's up, Jack?

There's a guy waiting for you inside

Says he served with Tracy.

How can I help you?

You're Aaron Stark?

Corporal Mike Willingham.

I've been meaning to come talk to you for a while,

but I've been mixed up- trying to get a job,

trying to get a place to live.

It's tough re-adjusting to civilian life.

Especially with the way things are now.

You just gotta hope it gets better.

Yeah.

Sorry to bother you at your place of work,

but I promised Tracy that if anything ever happened to her,

I'd give you this.

How did you find me?

I'll always find you, kiddo.

I think right now you need this more than I do.

I hadn't seen this knife

since Tracy deployed four years ago,

but somehow...

Now I understand how in my flash-forward,

I was giving it back to her.

She said it was a good luck charm.

Maybe there's something to that.

For two years, I've had to listen to people

telling me to move on,

to accept what happened to her.

But I always knew I'd see her again.

Now you showing up here and...

It's all happening, isn't it?

It's all happening.

Thank you, Mike.

Thank you.

Why do a copy machine salesman,

a librarian and a Scottish journalist

all decide to get together to shoot themselves?

Because print is dead?

Gough, say hello to your vision.

You all know Fiona Banks,

MI6, fresh off the plane from London.

Nice to meet you again...

for the first time.

Yeah. Nice to meet you.

Suicide seems a little low-incident for MI6.

Ian Rutherford was reported missing

off a cargo ship two weeks ago.

The British embassy was notified.

I saw the report and came here because-

'Cause you knew you'd be working on this case

from your flash-forward.

That's all well and good,

but what do we got in the present?

Well, when I found out all three VICs committed suicide,

I cross-referenced their visions on Mosaic.

Turns out they're all ghosts.

So people who didn't see anything in their flash-forwards-

That's what they call themselves.

So none of them had visions, and now they're all dead.

Am I the only one who finds that disturbing?

No, you're not.

Here. Check this out.

It's a ghost web site.

It's where they connect with each other,

find out about upcoming events.

Anchorage, Buenos Aires, Dubai...

Whatever this is, it's happening everywhere.

"The Blue Hand. No limits. No fear.

A place where ghosts can gather to embrace the inevitable. "

You've got to be kidding me. A death club?

Like a book club with bullets.

Whatever it is, the guy who shot Janis is a part of it.

We need to find these people, figure out who they are

and shut them down.

The next meeting in Los Angeles is being hosted

by a guy named Raynaud- Dr. Maurice Raynaud.

When's the meeting?

Tonight, go downtown and check the time.

Tonight, go downtown and check the time.

Tonight, go downtown and check the time.

Ian Blaine Rutherford.

Born in Edinburgh, 1984.

Father's an aviation mechanic. Mother...

Works in a factory, makes cell phone components.

I've already seen that file.

Yes, of course.

Sorry. I just, uh, I never expected to be working

on this case so soon.

The dominos seem to be falling into place, don't they?

It's funny.

I don't remember anything from the actual dossier

other than his name.

I just remember you...

and the bird.

When it hit the window...

I literally felt my heart skip a beat.

Then you had the phone call.

Excuse me for a moment.

After you left, I looked out onto the ledge.

I went over.

I wanted to help it,

if only to end its pain.

But I couldn't.

That was the worst part.

There was nothing I could do to stop it.

What was your phone call about?

It was my attorney.

Why were you speaking to an attorney?

Did something happen?

I killed her.

No, everything was fine.

Hey, babe.

Hey, I'm working downtown tonight.

Thought I might stop by that bakery on Grand on the way back,