Future Man

Previously on Future Man...

‐Do I know you? ‐I'm J‐‐uh, Joosh.

‐Where's Wolf? ‐He's gone.

Fire in the hole!

What the fuck did you say to Kronish?

I'm from the future!

That's the Kronitorium,

where the supercure was engineered,

where the Biotics were born.

There's only one way to fix this

and I'm doing it by myself.

Let's get you home, soldier.

Coming back for you, thinking you were our savior?

That was the biggest mistake I've made in my life.

Don't give up on me!

Okay...

Shit.

Sir, can I help you?

Holy shit!

Carl!

Do I know you?

No, I'm‐‐I'm Josh Futterman,

I‐‐I work here.

Should be in the system, I just forgot my ID.

Ow, okay!

All right!

Come back and we'll have you arrested.

Okay, go over there, go over there, please go.

Go away, go away, no, no, no!

Stu!

Did I take your bench?

I'm sorry.

No, Stu, it's me, what...

what are you doing?

The fuck is going on with this timeline?

What the...

Oh, uh, hey hey, JFUTZ!

You're home earls, bro.

How was Macau, you rock that shit?

Trend alert!

I'll have to say goodbye to that leather and mesh, huh?

Hello, retro!

You pull it off great.

How was the tourney?

The crowd looked sick,

like, bigger than BlizzCon,

like, sick, dude.

Yeah, yeah, it was bigger than BlizzCon for sure.

It was crazy, there were so many people.

I'm suffering from jet lag at the moment,

I feel like.

Jet lag‐‐dude, you fly private.

Don't they, like, engineer out the jet lag?

‐Private? ‐Yeah.

Yeah, I think they're‐‐

it's a new technology they're working on,

figuring out‐‐hey, uh, where are my parents?

At the dope‐ass condo you put them in,

where else would they be?

World's Greatest Son alert!

Can you excuse me just a minute?

Where the fuck am I?

Oh...

My name is Joosh.

Ladies and gentlemen, JFUTZ!

Where the fuck am I?

Whoa.

Uncle Barry?

He took my advice!

And took my name.

No way!

Drink JOOSH, biatch!

Hype your thirst, punch your brain!

I think that's a lot of money.

Holy shit, I'm in Ibiza!

Fuck yeah, Joosh.

Oh my...

I have a Bentley.

Engaging rainforest mode.

Whoa.

Rainforest mode?

My life rules!

Oh, hey, don't worry about that.

You don't have to do that, I got somebody to clean

that shit up for me, don't I?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.

Well, uh, we alerted the crew, as per ushe,

but if you're, like, super jet lagged,

we could tell them to fuck off.

What?

No, don't tell them that, I'd love to see the crew,

it'd be great.

‐Okay. ‐Oh, and your bae is getting

back from Japan today.

No way!

Bae's coming back so soon?

Just got an alert this morning that Destiny is en route, bam!

She's coming.

That's amazing.

I hope she's not too tired, though.

We got a lot of catching up to do.

Mark my words.

In six years, Governor Amal Clooney.

‐Oh, politics! ‐No doubt.

Where the hell have you guys been?

‐The '40s. ‐'90s.

There's gotta be some coke in here somewhere.

So you're telling me that all that happened,

years of your lives,

happened in the time that it took me

to get from the Kronitorium to this house?

Yeah.

I've been here for like 20 minutes.

Time travel's a real mindfuck.

Is that different wallpaper?

You got any coke?

‐No! ‐You think those space pirates

downstairs have a hookup?

First of all, those are my friends,

not space pirates, and second of all,

you need to clean up, Wolf.

Okay, look.

I appreciate the concern,

but I think if I just had a little cocaine,

I'd be able to think straight.

And then I'll quit, I swear.

Crack is fine too, in a pinch.

God, Wolf, the '90s hit you hard.

Okay, enough of this jibber‐jabber.

All right, we gotta skedaddle.

If the Kronitorium exists,

then we don't know how far along Kronish is with the cure.

It might already be out there.

Okay, but we don't even have a TTD.

‐What are we doing to do? ‐Well, we gotta get the skinny

on what we're up against in that building.

Well, I can't even go into the building

and I don't think that you should either.

Catch that berry, catch that berry, whoa!

How about this, okay?

How about I stay here, help Wolf get clean,

‐and you can handle the recon. ‐(Wolf retches)

I puked in your Jordans.

Well, it's not going to be pretty.

I mean, this little angel has got the devil up in him.

Oh, I can handle Wolf.

And I know just where to send you.

Oh, lordy!

Oh!

Jeepers creepers!

Those bags, so rascally, I never trust them.

Yeah, they break on me a lot.

Oh, come on, it just expired!

Give me a fucking break.

What, couldn't cut it as a regular cop,

you piece‐of‐shit nobody.

We're going to have to do something about

this dinner mess, aren't we?

Freeze!

Impossible.

Well, this newfangled microwave is just a miracle worker.

I don't how to thank you for this, Ty‐Anne.

I haven't had a home‐cooked meal since...

well, since I lived at home with my mom,

and that was six months ago.

Oh, you hush now, Stu‐bear.

And tell me about this job of yours.

Your boss sounds like a real interesting fellow.

‐Kronish? ‐Mm‐hm.

He's nuts.

Come now, the only thing he's nuts about

is firetrucks and lollies.

Yeah, well, the only thing he cares about now

is protecting his research.

But we don't know what he's doing,

I mean, nobody's seen him in years.

Good heavens.