Minority Report

AGATHA: I'm sorry, John, but you have to run again.

ANDERTON: What --

AGATHA: RUN!

AGATHA: She's not alive, but she didn't die.

ANDERTON: Oh, Jesus...

AGATHA: Can't you see? She just wanted her little girl back.

ANDERTON: Who wanted her little girl back?

AGATHA: The drowning woman. Anne... But it was too late. Her little girl was already gone.

ANDERTON: She died?

AGATHA: She grew up.

ANDERTON: She's still alive?

AGATHA: I always wondered what the world would be like. But now that I've seen it, I don't need to see any more. It's all right. Once I'm in the tank, I won't remember any of this.

ANDERTON: Agatha, you're never going back there.

AGATHA: I am going back. I see myself there.

AGATHA: Where are we going?

ANDERTON: Someplace safe.

AGATHA: I have to go back.

ANDERTON: Why?

AGATHA: The other two will die without me.

ANDERTON: You want to spend the rest of your life in the temple?

AGATHA: Please, I want to go back...

ANDERTON: I can't leave. You said so yourself, there is no Minority Report. I don't have an alternative future.

AGATHA: But you still have a choice. The others never had a chance to see their future. You did.

ANDERTON: Every day for the last six years I've thought about only two things. The first was what my son would look like if he were alive today. If I would even recognize him if I saw him on the street. The second was what I would do to the man who took him.

AGATHA: Anderton --

ANDERTON: You were right. I'm not being set up.

ANDERTON: Oh, God...

AGATHA: What is it?

ANDERTON: I can't. I have to know.

AGATHA: Please --

ANDERTON: I have to find out what happened to my life. Agatha. I'm not going to kill the man. I don't even know him.

ANDERTON: He's here.

AGATHA: Anderton, leave.

ANDERTON: Agatha...

AGATHA: Wait.

AGATHA: No. Follow him.

ANDERTON: He'll turn around.

AGATHA: He won't.

AGATHA: Drop some money.

ANDERTON: Forget that guy --

AGATHA: Do it. Right here. On the ground.

ANDERTON: Agatha --

AGATHA: Can you see the balloon man?

ANDERTON: What?

AGATHA: Take it.

ANDERTON: Agatha...

ANDERTON: What?

AGATHA: They're inside.

ANDERTON: Who?

ANDERTON: I'm sorry, but I need your help. You contain information. I need to know how to get it. Can you just tell me who Leo Crow is? Can you tell me if --

AGATHA: Is it now?

ANDERTON: What?

AGATHA: Is it now?

ANDERTON: Wally!

AGATHA: Can you see?

LARA: John? What is it?

ANDERTON: How did I not see this? Agatha, who killed you mother? Who killed Anne Lively?

ANDERTON: I'm so sorry... I just want him back... I want him back so bad...

LARA: I know... I do, too...

LARA: Think, John. Why would they set you up?

ANDERTON: Because I found out about her...

LARA: About who?

ANDERTON: Anne Lively...

ANDERTON: -- but he didn't.

LARA: Then who was he?

ANDERTON: Just some guy... they found.

LARA: Found? Where?

ANDERTON: Somewhere.

DR. EDDIE: I'm setting up a timer. When it goes off tomorrow, take off your bandages and get the hell out of here. But not before then, or you'll --

ANDERTON: -- go blind. I know.

DR. EDDIE: It goes from the bathroom to the kitchen.

ANDERTON: I can't even stand up --

DR. EDDIE: I know you're in a hurry, so I juiced up the nano-reconstruction around your new eyes.

ANDERTON: The nano... what?

DR. EDDIE: Organic microbots that reconstruct the nerves and blood vessels. It'll feel like fleas chewing on your eyeballs. But whatever you do, don't scratch.

DR. EDDIE: There's food in the refrigerator. Make sure you drink a lot of water.

ANDERTON: How do I find the --

DR. EDDIE: Here --

ANDERTON: So uh, if you were a plastic surgeon before...

DR. EDDIE: How can I do what I do now? Let's just say I spent a lot of time in the prison library.

ANDERTON: I put you away --

DR. EDDIE: Yes, you did.

ANDERTON: You made those tapes...

DR. EDDIE: They were performance pieces.

ANDERTON: You set your patients on fire!

DR. EDDIE: And put them out. Some not as quickly as others, but let's change the subject, shall we? The future is much more interesting than the past. Don't you think?

ANDERTON: From where? D.C.?

DR. EDDIE: Baltimore. Eastside. Solomon P. Eddie M.D. I was a plastic surgeon.

DR. EDDIE: You don't remember me, do you?

ANDERTON: We know each other?

DR. EDDIE: Oh, yes.

DR. EDDIE: That's not much.

ANDERTON: It's all I could safely move.

DR. EDDIE: Tell you what, since you and I go way back, I'll give you my Old Pal discount. How's that sound?

DR. EDDIE: Anesthesia. Try to relax, John. I'm saying I'll have to remove your eyes. Completely.

ANDERTON: Yeah --

DR. EDDIE: And replace them with new ones.

ANDERTON: I know that, but I wanna keep the old ones.

DR. EDDIE: Why?

ANDERTON: Because my mother gave them to me. What do you care? They're no good to you on the secondary market anyway.

DR. EDDIE: Whatever you say, John.

DR. EDDIE: Don't worry. I could cut open your chest, sew a dead cat in there and you'd never get an infection. Not with the spectrum of antibios I'll be shooting into you.

ANDERTON: That's comforting.

DR. EDDIE: You do understand I can't just give you new irises. The scanners will read the scar tissue. Alarms will go off. Large men with guns will appear...

ANDERTON: Right. I know --

GIDEON: You're part of my flock now, John. Welcome.

ANDERTON: Lara --

GIDEON: It's actually kind of a rush. They say you get visions; that your life flashes before your eyes. That all your dreams come true.

GIDEON: Looks like she was a neuroin addict like John Doe here, but I show an address history that includes the Beaton Clinic.

ANDERTON: So she cleaned up. Where is she now?

GIDEON: Hey, you wanna know where the word came from, "glitch?"

ANDERTON: Just tell me about the intended victim. This Anne Lively...

GIDEON: Huh, we don't seem to have her data.

ANDERTON: Try again.

GIDEON: No... we have the two previsions from the twins right here, but... ... I can't pull up any data from the female. Probably just a glitch.

ANDERTON: Why's he still a John Doe? Why wasn't he ever ID's from an EYEscan?

GIDEON: On account of those are not his eyes. He had 'em swapped out to fool the scanners.

GIDEON: Hence the expression...

ANDERTON: ... Graveyard shift.

GIDEON: Not to mention, "Saved by the bell".

ANDERTON: You the only sentry?

GIDEON: I work graveyard, swing and day all by my lonesome.

GIDEON: That's an old one. One of our first.

ANDERTON: This is the official composite of the three precogs?

GIDEON: That's right. It's a combined data stream based on all three previsions.

ANDERTON: Show me just Agatha's data stream.

GIDEON: For that, we have to go for a ride.

ANDERTON: Victim's a white female.

GIDEON: This about the Justice Department? They laid on a tour for tomorrow a.m. Told me to wear a tie. You like this one?

GIDEON: I don't ever see any of you precops down here, I'm not in trouble am I?

ANDERTON: No, you're not in trouble. I'm interested in a murder.

GIDEON: Kill type?

ANDERTON: Drowning.

ANDERTON: You the sentry?

GIDEON: Yes, sir. I'm Gideon. The music relaxes the prisoners.

ANDERTON: No doubt the Precogs have already seen this.

BURGESS: No doubt.

ANDERTON: Then go ahead, pull the trigger.

BURGESS: People want to believe in the system. That's the beauty of it...

ANDERTON: Beauty? The precogs don't even always agree with each other!

BURGESS: John --

ANDERTON: I just wanted to congratulate you. You did it. You've created a world without murder. So what if you had to kill someone to do it.

BURGESS: John. Please. Listen to me --

ANDERTON: I'm not getting halo'd.

BURGESS: You can't run --

ANDERTON: Everybody runs.

ANDERTON: Just so you know, I've overridden the vehicle locator. I just wanted to talk to you before Justice --

BURGESS: Justice already knows. Talk to me, John. Tell me what's happening?

ANDERTON: This is all Witwer. He's setting me up.

BURGESS: Stop. Just wait. Who's the victim?

ANDERTON: Somebody named Leo Crow.

BURGESS: And who the hell is that?

ANDERTON: I have no idea. I've never heard of him. But I'm supposed to kill him in less than thirty-six hours.

BURGESS: All right, John, just take a breath, let's think about this...

ANDERTON: I'm out of breath! I'm a fucking fugitive!

BURGESS: Then come to my house. We'll talk --

ANDERTON: I can't. They're following me right now. They'll meet me there. They'll halo me.

BURGESS: How could Witwer have accessed the case file?

ANDERTON: Can you fake the cerebral output?

BURGESS: We're years from that. John, I'm asking you: please, come in, we'll shut down the system until we get this thing figured out.

ANDERTON: You know I can't do that. You can't do that... Lamar, I need you to talk to Wally, see if Witwer's gone inside the temple again. Then ask Jad for any off hour EYEdents into the analytical room --

BURGESS: John. Just tell me, who's Leo Crow?

BURGESS: You understand, John, that the minute Precrime goes national, they're going to take it away from us.

ANDERTON: We won't let them.

BURGESS: No? How's an old man and a cop on the whiff ever going to stop them?

BURGESS: What if Danny Witwer came to you right now and insisted on a full chem run?

ANDERTON: I'm fine, Lamar.

BURGESS: Lara called me.

ANDERTON: What?

BURGESS: She's worried about you. And, quite frankly, so am I.

ANDERTON: I'm fine.

BURGESS: I hear you've been spending a lot of time in the sprawl.

ANDERTON: I go running down there.

BURGESS: In the middle of the night?

ANDERTON: Danny Witwer is scheduled for a tour of Containment tomorrow --

BURGESS: So give him a tour. He doesn't know enough to ask the right questions.

ANDERTON: If he's looking for a flaw in the system --

BURGESS: He's not. He's looking for a flaw in us, John.

BURGESS: And you say the third prevision was, what, a little fuzzy or something?

ANDERTON: I'm saying the third prevision wasn't there. And that's not all. I spent a few hours down there and it turns out there's a dozen more cases with missing previsions.

BURGESS: I need you to do two things for me. One, watch Danny Witwer.

ANDERTON: Yes, sir.

BURGESS: You can let him look around, answer his questions, but watch him. If there's any problems, make sure we know about it first.

ANDERTON: I understand. What's the other thing?

BURGESS: Tuck in your shirt.

BURGESS: You understand that a week from now people are going to vote on whether or not what we've been doing down here has been some noble-minded enterprise or a chance to change the way this country fights crime.

ANDERTON: I understand. Sir.

BURGESS: And this is exactly the kind of behavior that will give them an excuse to do it.

ANDERTON: Lamar, I'm sorry. I don't know what --

BURGESS: Don't apologize, John.

BURGESS: Which makes this the worst possible time to show that we're only human.

ANDERTON: Uh-huh...

BURGESS: Has the observer from Justice shown up yet?

ANDERTON: Hang on, Lamar --

BURGESS: Tell me not to worry, John.

ANDERTON: Don't worry, Lamar.

BURGESS: The nation votes this week...

FLETCHER: Don't run, Chief. You know we'll catch you. You trained us.

ANDERTON: Everybody runs.

FLETCHER: You don't have to do this, Chief.

ANDERTON: You don't have to chase me, Fletcher.

FLETCHER: What he's doing now, we call "scrubbing the image", looking for clues as to where the murder's going to happen.

ANDERTON: The brick has been repointed, the glass is original with new glazing bars. I show composite mouldings with dentils. Someone took care in the renovation. Let's find the architect...

FLETCHER: Victims are pronounced here. Killers here. We never touch anything.

ANDERTON: I show a cop on horseback.

FLETCHER: Chief, the investigator from the Fed is here.

ANDERTON: You're kidding, that's today?

FLETCHER: I wrote it down in your calendar, then left a message at your house --

ANDERTON: All I need, some twink from the Fed poking around right now. Check again with the paper, they had it forwarded. See if the neighbors know where they went, check all relations --

FLETCHER: Uh, sir...

ANDERTON: Get him some coffee and tell him to wait outside.

FLETCHER: Seventeen minutes.

ANDERTON: Armor up -- sick-sticks and concussion guns -- this is gonna be close.

ANDERTON: Uh, yeah, you mind getting me a piece of that cake they're eating down there? I'm starving.

JAD: Sure, Chief. I think I'll grab one for myself while I'm at it...

ANDERTON: Take your time.

ANDERTON: Confirm with trig and image.

JAD: Any ID on the shooter yet?

ANDERTON: Still scrubbing... looks like there's a third party, somebody wearing shades just out the window...

ANDERTON: I show time of occurrence, Friday at fifteen-zero-six hours.

JAD: That was easy.

JAD: The victim's name is Leo Crow.

ANDERTON: Start a location run and a contact search for future victim Leo Crow. And, Jad, I'll need a Last Known Sheet when you get it.

JAD: I've got no address -- last known or otherwise -- no tax returns for the last five years.

ANDERTON: Check NCIC, maybe he's got a record. Then send a protection team as soon as we lock the location.

ANDERTON: Red Ball?

JAD: Nope. Somebody's thinking about this one.

ANDERTON: Amazing there's someone within two hundred miles actually dumb enough to still do that.

ANDERTON: Jad. How come you're not out there with Father Witwer?

JAD: We're in motion on something.

ANDERTON: You guys are nodding your heads like you actually know what the hell he's talking about.

JAD: Come on, Chief, you think about it, the way we work -- changing destiny and all -- we're more like clergy than cops.

ANDERTON: Uh-huh. Jad?

JAD: Sir?

ANDERTON: Go back to work. All of you.

JAD: Go ahead.

ANDERTON: Did he close the front door?

JAD: What?

ANDERTON: Did Marks close the front door?!

ANDERTON: Look at the kid. In this one, he's on the left of the man in the suit.

JAD: Yeah? So?

ANDERTON: Now look at him...

JAD: Somewhere near the capital?

ANDERTON: No maglev system.

JAD: The mall?

ANDERTON: Georgetown.

JAD: Got him in the Foxhall. 4421 Gainsborough.

ANDERTON: Send a DCPD blue & white out there, set up a perimeter and tell 'em we're en route. What's our confirmed time?

JAD: From solar position, Trig & Image confirms it at approximately eight oh-four a.m.

JAD: We can't grab it...

ANDERTON: Run the subscription list...

JAD: We need confirmation on the time frame. Location still uncertain. Remote witnesses are hooked in...

ANDERTON: Case #1108, previsualized by the Precogs and recorded on holoshpere by Precrime's q-stacks. My fellow witnesses for case #1108 are Dr. Katherine James and Chief Justice Frank Pollard.

ANDERTON: Okay, Jad, what's coming?

JAD: Red Ball -- double homicide: one male, one female. Killer's male, white, 40's.

WITWER: It seems I've found a flaw, John You.

ANDERTON: You gonna tell on me?

WITWER: Possession alone will cost you six months, not to mention your badge.

ANDERTON: You set me up...

WITWER: I'll write the paranoia off to the whiff you been doping on all night.

WITWER: At least now you -- and I -- have the chance to make sure that kind of thing doesn't happen to anyone ever again.

ANDERTON: Why don't you cut the cute act, Danny, and tell me exactly what it is you're looking for?

WITWER: Flaws.

ANDERTON: There hasn't been a murder in six years. There's nothing wrong with the system. It's perfect.

WITWER: I agree. The system is perfect. If there's a flaw, it's human. It always is. Thank you for the tour, Wally.

WITWER: Sorry. Old habit. I spent three years at Fuller Seminary before I became a cop. My father was a minister. Lutheran.

ANDERTON: What does he think of your chosen line of work?

WITWER: I don't know. He was shot and killed when I was fourteen on the steps of his church in Bethesda.

WITWER: I find it interesting that some people have begun to deify the precogs.

ANDERTON: The precogs are pattern recognition filters, nothing more.

WITWER: But you call this room the "temple".

ANDERTON: Just a nickname.

WITWER: The oracle isn't where the power is anyway. The power's always been with the priests. Even if they had to invent the oracle.

WITWER: To them.

ANDERTON: Cops aren't allowed inside the temple.

WITWER: Really? You've never been inside?

ANDERTON: We keep a strict separation so that no one can accuse us of tampering.

WITWER: So I'll be the first one to go in then?

ANDERTON: Maybe you didn't hear me.

WITWER: If it's a question of authority.

ANDERTON: There's no question. You don't have any.

WITWER: I have a warrant in my pocket that says different.

ANDERTON: It was Iris Hineman. She developed the Precogs, designed the system and pioneered the interface.

WITWER: Speaking of interfacing, I'd love to say hello.

ANDERTON: To Hineman?

ANDERTON: The fact that you prevented it from happening doesn't change the fact that it was going to happen.

WITWER: You ever get any false positives? Someone intends to kill his boss or his wife, but they never go through with it. How do the precogs tell the difference?

ANDERTON: The Precogs don't see what you intend to do, only what you will do.

WITWER: Then why can't they see rapes, or assaults... or suicides?

ANDERTON: Why did you catch that?

WITWER: Because it was going to fall.

ANDERTON: You're certain?

WITWER: Yes.

ANDERTON: But it didn't fall. You caught it.

WITWER: But it's not the future if you stop it. Isn't that a fundamental paradox?

ANDERTON: Yes, it is.

WITWER: As I recall, they outlawed compression firearms in the District ten years ago.

ANDERTON: They did. Make yourself comfortable. We'll be back in an hour.

WITWER: You mind if I tag along?

ANDERTON: I'm sorry Danny, but I'll have to give you the full tour later on.

WITWER: Your secretaries were all kind enough to give me a look around the office...

ANDERTON: Just go to the beginning!

WALLY: Okay. Fine. Where the hell is that?

ANDERTON: Are these all of her previsions?

WALLY: There's no way of knowing for sure. She could've forgotten whatever it is you're looking for...

ANDERTON: I like you, Wally, so I'm not gonna kick you, or hit you with anything, but only if you promise to help me...

WALLY: Oh... Hi, John.

ANDERTON: Wally, listen to me...

WALLY: Do I know you? Who are you?

ANDERTON: She spoke to me.

WALLY: To you? I don't think so... What'd she say?

ANDERTON: She said...

ANDERTON: She was looking right at me.

WALLY: It could have been a nightmare... Sometimes they dream about the old murders.

WALLY: Her pituitary dumped a week's worth into her system... What did you do to her?

ANDERTON: Nothing... she grabbed me, and then there was an image on the screen...

WALLY: She grabbed you? Impossible. The Precogs aren't even aware of us. In the milk all they see is the future.

WALLY: They're not in any pain. We keep their heads pretty well stocked with dopamine and endorphins. Plus, we maintain careful control over their serotonin levels -- don't want 'em to drift off to sleep, but they can't be kept too awake either.

ANDERTON: It helps if you don't think of them as human.

WALLY: I can't touch you! And John, you can't be in here! You'll confuse them!

ANDERTON: Wally. This is Danny Witwer. He's from Justice and we're to give him a full run of the farm.

ANDERTON: Rufus, play it back...

RUFUS: Uh, I'll try...

ANDERTON: What happened? Where's the rest?

RUFUS: I guess that's all of it.

ANDERTON: Stop --

RUFUS: Tell me how.

RUFUS: I tell you what. I do this, I get to keep whatever images I get from her head.

ANDERTON: They don't belong to anybody.

RUFUS: Then take her to Radio Shack.

ANDERTON: She's got information inside of her. I need you to get it out.

RUFUS: No. No way. I wouldn't even know where to begin! Those thoughts about my cousin Elena -- they were just thoughts. I would never --

ANDERTON: C'mon, Rufus, you've been busted twice for felony hacking.

RUFUS: So?

ANDERTON: So now I need you to hack into her.

RUFUS: Are you reading my mind right now?

ANDERTON: Rufus, for Christ's sake, get up.

RUFUS: I'm sorry for whatever I'm gonna do! And I swear, I didn't do any of the stuff I did!

RUFUS: I'm impressed, Anderton. You're on the lam, but you still got the time and energy to slice off a little jerky for yourself.

ANDERTON: Rufus. She's a precog.

RUFUS: She's a precog?

ANDERTON: That's right.

RUFUS: Detective. Nice of you to come down here. Seeing as every cop in the world is looking for you right now. Jesus, what's up with your eye?

ANDERTON: I need your help.

RUFUS: Well, hey, you didn't have to come all the way down here. For you, Chief, I make housecalls...

ANDERTON: I need help with her.

RUFUS: Well, hello there, honey-pie.

ANDERTON: Who are you?

SEAN: I'm your son. I'm you.

ANDERTON: Sean, wait...

SEAN: Hold your breath, Dad...

ANDERTON: You're alive?

SEAN: No. He got tired of pretending.

ANDERTON: Oh, Sean --

SEAN: The funny thing is, I started to believe he really was my Dad.

ANDERTON: Sean --

SEAN: I feel bad about that. I need you to forgive me.

ANDERTON: I forgive you.

SEAN: Once I even told him I loved him.

ANDERTON: I forgive you...

SEAN: The more you want to believe something, the easier it is to be fooled.

ANDERTON: I was looking for you...

SEAN: I know that. I know you would have done anything to find me. I know you would have died for me.

ANDERTON: I wanted to.

SEAN: Good-bye, Dad...

ANDERTON: Sean -- you're not real.

SEAN: You gotta have faith, Dad.

ANDERTON: It's a little late for that.

SEAN: Wanna hear something funny?

ANDERTON: What the hell.

SEAN: I lived for a year with a man who was pretending to be my father. He took me all over the world.

SEAN: Okay... now let me time you.

ANDERTON: Are you kidding? There's absolutely positively no way, on my best day, I could ever beat twelve seconds!

SEAN: Come on!

ANDERTON: All right, I'll try...

ANDERTON: Four. Wow. What a big boy. I love you, Sean.

SEAN: I love you, too! I love you daddy. Love ya, dad.

SEAN: I won!

ANDERTON: What a big boy. How old are you?

SEAN: I scored a goal!

ANDERTON: That's great.

ANDERTON: Let go of the gun.

CROW: You're not gonna kill me...

ANDERTON: Good-bye, Crow.

ANDERTON: What about the picture --

CROW: Fake. He gave it to me. Now -- -- shoot me, Goddammit, before I lose my nerve!

ANDERTON: Tell me, who was it, set this up?

CROW: If I tell you, my family gets nothing.

ANDERTON: Who made you do this?

CROW: Kill me!

ANDERTON: Tell me!

CROW: Look, I've put my family through enough misery. You gotta kill me! This way I can leave 'em something.

ANDERTON: Crow. I'm not gonna kill you.

CROW: Look, believe me, I know it's hard, but you gotta do it --

ANDERTON: I'm asking you again, who made you do this?

CROW: I don't know -- I never saw his face. All I know is, the next day I was out, so the guy must've had juice somewhere. Look, man, you gotta go through with this.

ANDERTON: What the fuck is going on?

CROW: You're supposed to kill me. He said you would.

ANDERTON: Who said I would?

CROW: But you have to. They said you would.

ANDERTON: The precogs were wrong.

CROW: If you don't kill me, my family gets nothing!

CROW: You're not gonna kill me?

ANDERTON: No.

CROW: It floated back up. I had to take him out and --

ANDERTON: NO!

ANDERTON: Where've you got him? Is he all right? Tell me, you fuck -- WHERE IS HE?!

CROW: I put him in a barrel and sunk him in the bay.

CROW: ... and that I needed his help. It wasn't so bad really. I sang him a song, made him laugh, bought him a pretzel. I took care of him. I made him happy.

ANDERTON: He's alive?

ANDERTON: Do you know who I am?

CROW: Some -- somebody's father?

ANDERTON: His name was Sean. Six years ago. Francis pool.

ANDERTON: Six years ago. Baltimore. You grabbed a kid at Francis public pool in the West End.

CROW: Did I? I don't recall... I got lots of kids from that place --

ANDERTON: How do I even know which one has it?

IRIS: It's always in the more gifted of the three.

ANDERTON: Which one is that?

IRIS: The female.

ANDERTON: I'll get EYEscanned a dozen times before I get within ten miles of Precrime. They'll pick me up...

IRIS: Sometimes in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.

ANDERTON: Where?

IRIS: Inside the Precog who predicted it. All you have to do is download it.

ANDERTON: That's all, huh? Just walk right into Precrime, go into the Temple, somehow tap into the Precogs, and then download this Minority Report...

IRIS: If... you have one.

ANDERTON: -- and then walk out.

IRIS: Actually, I think you'll have to run out, but yes, that's what you have to do.

ANDERTON: You're insane or you think I am.

ANDERTON: You want to bring it down.

IRIS: But you will bring it down if you kill Leo Crow. Why, that will be the most spectacular public display of how Precrime... didn't work.

ANDERTON: I'm not gonna kill anybody.

IRIS: Hold that thought.

ANDERTON: Why should I trust you?

IRIS: You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust anyone... certainly not the Attorney General who wants it all for himself. Not the young federal agent who wants your job. Not even the old man who just wants to hang onto what he's created. Don't trust anyone. Just find the Minority Report.

ANDERTON: You said they're destroyed.

IRIS: I said the record is destroyed. The original report exists for all time. I designed the system so that whenever a report occurred, it would be stored in a safe place -- but not declared.

ANDERTON: What safe place is that?

IRIS: The safest place of all.

ANDERTON: You're saying that I've halo'd innocent people?

IRIS: I'm saying that every so often those accused of a precrime might, just might, have an alternate future.

ANDERTON: Does Burgess know about this? About the Minority Report?

IRIS: I used to joke with Lamar that we were the mother and father of Precrime. Well, in my experience, parents often see their children as they want them to be, not as they are.

ANDERTON: Answer my question. Did Lamar Burgess know about the Minority Report?

IRIS: Yes, of course, he knew, but at the time, he felt -- we both felt their existence was... an insignificant variable.

ANDERTON: Insignificant to you maybe, but what about those people I put away with alternate futures? My God, if the country knew there was a chance they might not --

IRIS: The system would collapse.

ANDERTON: I believe in that system...

IRIS: Do you? Really?

ANDERTON: What?

IRIS: Most of the time, all three Precognitives will see an event in the same way. But once in a while, one of them will see things differently than the other two.

ANDERTON: Jesus Christ -- why didn't I know about this?

IRIS: Because these Minority Reports are destroyed the instant they occur.

ANDERTON: Why?

IRIS: Obviously, for Precrime to function, there can't be any suggestion of fallibility. After all, what good is a Justice system that instills doubt? It may be reasonable, but it's still doubt.

IRIS: It began as play. A guessing game like you play with any toddler, except these children always guessed right. And then the nightmares started. They were all different, but all the same. They were all about murder. And the murders were all happening.

ANDERTON: And how did Lamar become involved?

IRIS: Back then, he was still a DA, and quite a few parents of my patients had passed through his courtroom. You have to understand, these people were the dregs of society. But once they saw their children... he decided he would do whatever he could for them. He's that way, you know, paternal about certain things. Precrime. The precogs. You.

ANDERTON: You say some of the children died?

IRIS: So many of them... despite what we did for them. Or maybe because of what we did to them. It doesn't matter. It's a perfect system now, isn't it?

ANDERTON: I'm not a murderer. I've never even met the man I'm supposed to kill.

IRIS: And, yet, a chain of events has started. A chain that will lead inexorably to his death.

ANDERTON: Not if I stay away from him.

IRIS: How can you avoid a man you've never met?

ANDERTON: So you won't help me?

IRIS: I can't help you. No one can. The Precogs are never wrong.

ANDERTON: What's so funny?

IRIS: If the unintended consequences of a series of genetic mistakes and science gone haywire can be called invention, then yes, I invented precrime.

ANDERTON: You don't seem all that proud.

IRIS: I'm not. I was trying to heal them, not turn them into... something else.

ANDERTON: Heal who?

IRIS: The innocents we now use to stop the guilty.

ANDERTON: You're talking about the precogs...

IRIS: You think the three in the tank come from a test tube? They're merely the ones who survived.

IRIS: Just what is it you think I can do for you?

ANDERTON: You can tell me how someone... could fake a prevision.

IRIS: And how would I know that?

IRIS: You have three minutes to tell me what you're doing here before I feed you to a few of my more predacious plants.

ANDERTON: I'm... not... a... killer.

IRIS: Yes, I'm afraid that would be from the Doll's Eye.

ANDERTON: The what?

IRIS: The vine -- the Baneberry that scratched you during your illegal climb over my wall...

IRIS: Something wrong?

ANDERTON: I'm a little dizzy...

LARA: John?

ANDERTON'S VOICE: He's dead, Lara.

LARA: Oh, God, what did you do?

ANDERTON'S VOICE: Nothing. I didn't kill him.

LARA: Then how did he --

ANDERTON'S VOICE: Lara, I don't know why this is happening. I just know they're setting me up. I can't trust anybody. I don't know who to talk to or where to go... Lara? Are you there?

BURGESS: But I also know why he married you: you're as stubborn as he is.

LARA: Lamar --

BURGESS: All right. Tell you what I'll do. First thing Monday, I'll look over the Witwer evidence and I'll have Gideon run the Containment files, see if anyone drowned a woman named -- what did you say her name was?

LARA: Anne Lively... But I never said she drowned.

BURGESS: I understand.

LARA: No. I don't think you do. The other day, when he came to the cottage, he talked about a lot of things, but Danny Witwer, the man he was supposed to have just killed? He didn't mention him. He didn't say his name even once.

LARA: Lamar, do you know the reason why John came here to work with you?

BURGESS: Sean --

LARA: No. That's what everyone thinks. John shot a man dead in Baltimore six months before.

LARA: John said something about him being set up because he "found out about her."

BURGESS: We know why John was tagged.

LARA: He also said Crow was a fake.

BURGESS: Who?

LARA: Anne Lively. John was talking about her right before they took him.

BURGESS: I don't know who that is.

BURGESS: It's insanity around here.

LARA: I thought you were retiring?

BURGESS: I was, but this whole incident with John made me realize the fragility of what we've built here. This is John's legacy as much as mine and I want to protect that.

BURGESS: I haven't worn this damn thing in years. I just wanted to make sure it fits before tonight.

LARA: You look great.

BURGESS: This is all my fault.

LARA: No, it isn't, Lamar. There was nothing anyone could do.

SECRETARY: You have an emergency call on your private line.

BURGESS: Thank you. This is Burgess.

BURGESS: How did you get this?

SECRETARY: I padded your expense account for the last six months.

SECRETARY: Congratulations, sir.

BURGESS: My God...

SECRETARY: Sir, the press conference is starting.

BURGESS: I'll be right there.

SECRETARY: The guy from USA Today is here.

BURGESS: Tell him not now.

SECRETARY: He just wanted a few minutes before --

BURGESS: Not. Now.

WITWER: Of course, it would have to be someone with access to the Prevision in the first place, someone fairly high up --

BURGESS: Shhh. You know what I hear?

WITWER: What?

BURGESS: Nothing. No footsteps coming up the stairs. No hovercraft out the window. No clickity click of little spyders. No one crashing through that door. And do you know why I don't hear any of those things, Danny? Because right now, the Precogs can't see.

WITWER: So there is a way to fool the system?

BURGESS: Yes.

WITWER: By fooling the system. All someone would have to do is wait for Precrime to stop the murder from taking place, then, a few minutes later, commit the crime in exactly the same way.

BURGESS: Yes... It's called an echo. The act of murder is such a violent disturbance in the future continuum that it sometimes repeats to the Precogs.

WITWER: Precog Deja Vu...

BURGESS: We teach the tech's to identify them and disregard...

WITWER: According to the Sentry, Anderton was watching this at Containment right before he was tagged.

BURGESS: I know. He came to me, told me about the missing data stream. He was concerned that you might find it.

WITWER: I did find it. It was inside of Agatha all this time. So the question is, why would someone want this erased from the data file?

BURGESS: Danny, tell me what you're thinking.

WITWER: I'm thinking someone got away with murder.

BURGESS: How?

WITWER: Now the second image. Watch the water. The wind's changed. The ripples are going the other way.

BURGESS: I don't understand --

WITWER: This murder is happening at two different times.

BURGESS: It's the same prevision.

WITWER: Not quite.

BURGESS: He told me about this. You got this from Containment?

WITWER: Yes. This is from the twins, Arthur and Dashiel. Agatha's stream was missing. Now this one is from the cyberparlor. Anderton downloaded it directly from Agatha. Watch...

BURGESS: Good God. What was that?

WITWER: Wait, just a second...

WITWER: Lamar, I found something.

BURGESS: What?

WITWER: I don't wanna say over the phone, but I think we may be chasing the wrong man.

BURGESS: Where are you?

WITWER: Shall we call the Attorney General? I'm sure he'd be happy to clarify the issue for you.

BURGESS: I don't want John Anderton hurt.

WITWER: He came to see you yesterday. Right before he got tagged. What did you talk about?

BURGESS: The Mets. John doesn't think they've got a deep enough pitching roster this year, and I'm inclined to agree.

WITWER: Why are you protecting him? You knew he was doping, yet you did nothing about it.

BURGESS: The man lost a child, for Christ's sake...

WITWER: Six years ago. What did you two talk about yesterday afternoon?

BURGESS: None of your damn business.

WITWER: Oh, it's all my damn business now, Lamar. Investigation of a supervising office for a capital crime falls under federal jurisdiction... so as to rule out any possibility of conspiracy. He's my suspect.

BURGESS: He's my subordinate!

RUFUS: Uh, yeah, being concert master of the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra is one of our most popular choices...

CUSTOMER: No, I wanna kill my boss!

RUFUS: Get the hell outta here. You sick bastard.

RUFUS: Near Death's real popular right now, which includes everything from getting hit by a car, to falling off a high building to plane crashes. It's a big rush, you come out the other side without a heart attack.

CUSTOMER: I wanna kill my boss.

RUFUS: Uh-huh. Okay. You got some images I can work with?

CUSTOMER: Right here.

RUFUS: Good. What I can do is set you up down in the --

WITWER: I worked homicide before I went federal. This is what we would've called an "orgy of evidence". Do you know how many orgies I had as a homicide copy, Gordon?

FLETCHER: How many?

WITWER: None. This was arranged.

WITWER: There a maid in this hotel?

FLETCHER: I don't know, why?

WITWER: If you were a child killer, you took these pictures, would you leave them out on the bed for anyone to find?

FLETCHER: They could have been put away. Anderton could have found them.

WITWER: What kind of cop were you before this?

FLETCHER: I was a Treasury Agent for eight years. Why?

WITWER: Treasury... Then this would be your first actual murder scene.

WITWER: He's trying to prove his innocence.

FLETCHER: He can't download her without a lot of technical help.

WITWER: No. He can't...

WITWER: It doesn't matter. He wins.

FLETCHER: We can stop him.

WITWER: She's in the room with him when he kills Crow. She's already a part of his future.

WITWER: There are two others in the room besides Anderton and Crow.

FLETCHER: Two?

WITWER: Anderton's smart enough to go where electronic billboards and other media can't ID him to pick his pocket. There's fewer consumers down there, which means fewer scanners to target him.

FLETCHER: No offense, sir, but why wouldn't he just run?

WITWER: Because he thinks he's innocent.

FLETCHER: Here's where we're at. Three men in a room. The victims here. Anderton here, and this unidentified male out the window. The exterior of the adjacent building suggests public housing, but I can't make out the location. Government architecture is modern/conformist which means --

WITWER: There's thousands of units like this one.

FLETCHER: They're everywhere.

FLETCHER: Sir, the team's gonna be light without those men.

WITWER: Yes, I know.

FLETCHER: Don't worry. I'll bring him in unharmed.

WITWER: Actually, Gordon, you're not gonna do that. I'm taking control of the team.

FLETCHER: What?!

FLETCHER: Because of the nature of murder. "There's nothing more destructive to the metaphysical fabric that binds us than the untimely murder of one human being by another".

WITWER: Somehow, I don't think that was Walt Whitman.

FLETCHER: The information we need is embedded in the grain of wood. And since each piece is unique, the shape and grain is impossible to duplicate.

WITWER: I'm sure you've all grasped the legalistic drawback to precrime methodology.

FLETCHER: Crime of passion. No premeditation. They show up late. Most of our scrambles are flash events like this one. We rarely see anything with premeditation anymore.

WITWER: People have gotten the message. Gum?

WITWER: Can't they shut that off?

FLETCHER: That's the Red Ball Alarm.

WITWER: So if you wanna kill someone, you take him to Miami.

FLETCHER: Not after the vote next week. Once the Amendment passes, we go national, there's gonna be nowhere to run.

FLETCHER: This is Evanna, the team pilot.

WITWER: Nice to meet you. Gum?

FLETCHER: John Anderton was my friend!

KNOTT: You "friend's" a murderer and he ruined our perfect record. Six years, not one damn murder...

FLETCHER: Why don't I feel like celebrating?

KNOTT: Cause all of a sudden you got no one you can fucking brown nose anymore.

KNOTT: People, if you don't let the spyder scan you, we'll have to come in and arrest you.

FLETCHER: Knott!

KNOTT: That's why you asked to partner with me on this little sortie, isn't it?

FLETCHER: I think you're swell company, Knott.

KNOTT: It's not at all that you don't trust me to be alone with the Chief. That you think I might, you know, fuck with him, if I had the chance...

SARAH: Howard --

HOWARD: I forgot my glasses.

SARAH: Raincheck?

HOWARD: Sure. Raincheck.

HOWARD: We could have lunch together.

SARAH: I'd love to, but I've got an open house today at the Ressler place.

HOWARD: Ah. That must be why you look so nice.

SARAH: What about your meeting?

HOWARD: I'll reschedule. I've been working too much anyway.

HOWARD: He looks familiar.

SARAH: Who?

HOWARD: The man across the street. I've seen him before...

SARAH: How can you even tell? You know how blind you are without your glasses.

WITWER: You know I need to use you.

LARA: To what? Trap him?

WITWER: To prevent a murder. Sooner or later, he's going to contact you.

LARA: I haven't seen him in two years.

WITWER: But I've seen the three hundred hours of your image he's got stored away.

WITWER: Lamar Burgess thinks that you left John because he lost himself in Precrime instead of you.

LARA: I left him because every time I looked at him, I saw my son. Every time I got close to him, I smelled my little boy. That's why I left him. And now you can leave.

WITWER: You said in your divorce papers that he tried to kill himself.

LARA: It wasn't a suicide attempt. I regret ever saying that.

WITWER: What was it then?

LARA: The FBI found something that belonged to my son. A sandal... Anyway, John was upset. He... he...

WITWER: He took out his gun and sat down to watch his home movies. This is all in your statement, Lara...

LARA: He shot a hole in the damn ceiling. So what? You lose your son, let's see how well you handle it.

WITWER: Not very well, I'm sure. I'd probably start doping myself. Or maybe I'd...

LARA: Since right after we lost our son.

WITWER: You mean after he lost your son.

LARA: It was nobody's fault.

WITWER: But John was with him at the pool?

LARA: Yes.

LARA: I don't have any sugar either.

WITWER: Thank you. He hasn't tried to contact you?

LARA: No.

WITWER: You ever heard him mention the name Leo Crow?

LARA: No, but then I don't talk to John that much anymore.

WITWER: So you haven't seen his apartment?

LARA: That was our apartment.

WITWER: Have you been there recently?

WITWER: I like it.

LARA: Thanks. You take anything in your coffee?

WITWER: Cream and sugar.

LARA: I don't have any cream. Sorry.

WITWER: Just sugar then. You and John ever come here?

LARA: We used to, every summer.

WITWER: He's not here now, is he?

WITWER: This your work?

LARA: Yes.

WITWER: My name is Danny Witwer. I'm --

LARA: I know who you are.

WITWER: Wally, the other two can still function, right?

WALLY: You don't understand... they're a hive mind. It takes all three for their predictive abilities to work.

WITWER: Are you telling me they can't see murders anymore?

WALLY: Maybe if he'd taken one of the males. But the female, she's the key. She's the one they listen to, the one with the most talent. The one who takes care of the other two.

WITWER: Jesus...

WALLY: They've never been separated before.

WITWER: What does he want with a precog?

WALLY: What do you think? So he can kill whoever he wants to without anyone knowing about it.

WITWER: But there's still the other two.

WITWER: Nice to meet you, Wally.

WALLY: Shhh! They're sleeping.

WITWER: Tell me how all this works.