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Callie Ferris:
Tell me what just happened. What did you see?

Cris Johnson:
If I do what you want, you'll keep me in this chair forever.

Liz:
You can see things before they happen?

Cris Johnson:
Only my future... except with you. I saw far beyond anything I'd ever seen before. You need to get away from here.

Callie Ferris:
I believe that the urgency of this situation compels the use of any and all resources to obtain Cris Johnson.

Cris Johnson:
I've seen every possible ending. None of them are good for you.

Liz:
I don't want you to die.

Cris Johnson:
It happened. It just hasn't happened yet.

Cris Johnson:
There's an Italian painter, named Carlotti, and he uh, ahem, defined beauty. He said it was the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered, and that's you. You're beautiful.

Liz:
Wow.

Cris Johnson:
I like rain.

Liz:
I like rain, too.

Cris Johnson:
Here is the thing about the future. Every time you look at, it changes, because you looked at it, and that changes everything else.

Cris Johnson:
You have one way out of this.

[Mr. Smith holds up the detonator; Ferris shoots it out of his hand]

Cris Johnson:
That wasn't it.

Cris Johnson:
[has a premonition of them sharing a kiss] Wow. That was incredible.

Liz:
What was?

Cris Johnson:
This. [kisses her]

Cris Johnson:
It may be a week, or a month, but if you can wait, I will find you.

Cris Johnson:
Every once in a while what we think is magic is the real deal hiding behind a $50.00 trick, because the alternative is impossible for others to live with.

Wisdom:
I need actionable intelligence, not paranormals and bullshit magicians.

Callie Ferris:
With all due respect, sir, this bullshit magician's shown a pattern of advanced awareness that is statistically impossible. You let me bring him in and you'll get what you want.

Cris Johnson:
Did you hear about the zen monk who ordered a hot dog? He said he had one with everything

[last lines]

Callie Ferris:
Ready?

Cris Johnson:
Yeah.

[first lines]

Emcee:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man who knows what you're going to do before you do it. The amazing Frank Cadillac!

Cris Johnson:
I have a small magic act back in Vegas. The Frank Cadillac Show.

Liz:
I thought your name was Cris.

Cris Johnson:
It is. Frank Cadillac is my stage name.

Liz:
How'd you come up with that?

Cris Johnson:
I picked two things I really like and put them together. Frankenstein and Cadillacs.

Callie Ferris:
Don't do it.

Cris Johnson:
I already have.

Cris Johnson:
It helps if you don't speak right now.

Cavanaugh:
What about intel?

Callie Ferris:
We don't need it, we have him.

Callie Ferris:
Let's talk about something hard. A stolen nuclear munition is being smuggled into the United States, or may, in fact, already be here. I want you to look ahead and tell me where it's going to be deployed.

Cris Johnson:
Uh... I think you've got the wrong guy. It's a magic act.

Callie Ferris:
You going to stick with that story? Because millions of lives are at risk and you could, maybe, prevent a major catastrophe. On a practical note, we're standing in front of a stolen vehicle and you're wanted for assault involving a weapon at the casino.

Cris Johnson:
All right, that was an accident. He had a gun. He was going to shoot two people.

Callie Ferris:
Yeah? How'd you know that? No good deed goes unpunished, does it? I can fix your legal problems, buddy, but you've got to step up. Otherwise, your next magic show is going to be at Folsom State Prison.

Cris Johnson:
It's ironic, but people like you who try to help have been torturing me, in the full sense of the word, since I was three years old. What did they call it? Oh, yeah. Observed play therapy. Featuring, the marathon 36-hour, can-you-guess-the-next-flash-card game. So, please, leave me alone and let me live some semblance of a normal life.

Callie Ferris:
I'd love to indulge your feelings, but I am dealing with a slightly larger picture right now. Now you can exercise your responsibility to help your fellow man or I will exercise that responsibility for you.

Cris Johnson:
[Chris knows he's about to be punched by Liz's stalker. Gritting his teeth] Incoming. [gets punched in the face]

Cris Johnson:
[to agent who keeps interrupting him while he's trying to brief the team] if you will SHUT UP now, and do EXACTLY what I tell you to do, I'll keep you alive.

Cris Johnson:
You don't believe in destiny?

Liz:
Well, even if it does exist, I don't think I want to know. I mean, if every move we make is preordained, then what is the point of that? I mean, life is supposed to be a surprise. [beat] Isn't it?

Cris Johnson:
It would be nice.

Cris:
It's amazing isn't it? I end up in a diner where you are, and were both headed in the same direction.

Liz:
Well, I don't know if I'd call it amazing but…

Cris:
Destiny. That's what it really is.

Liz:
Okay… I'm starting to get that "psycho vibe."

Cris:
Oh, no. You don’t believe in destiny?

Liz:
Well, even if it does exist, I don't think I want to know. If every move we make is preordained, then what's the point in that? I mean, life is supposed to be a surprise. Isn't it?

Cris:
It would be nice.

Cris:
The man in that casino would have killed two people. It happened. It just hadn't happened yet.

Liz:
Oh my God. You are delusional.

Liz:
[as Cris demonstrates his precognitive abilities by switching TV channels, saying beforehand what will be said on each channel] How are you doing this?

Cris:
I have no idea how, but I can. I was born with it.

Liz:
Is this some kind of a trick?

Cris:
You know we don’t have time for that. You said anything was possible.

Liz:
So you see things before they happen? You see the future?

Cris:
My future. What'll effect me — and only two minutes ahead. Except you. For some reason I saw you. For some reason I saw you far beyond anything I'd ever seen before, and I don’t know why.

Liz:
I don't understand. If you can help them why don't you?

Cris:
Because I can't. I can only give them a two minute head start. And that's if my life is personally involved.

Liz:
But with me you can see further.

Cris:
Yeah. But they don't know that. [suddenly moves back, takes an envelope from his jacket] There's almost ten thousand dollars in this envelope. They know about you. You need to get away from here.

Cris:
You're going to be okay Liz.

Mr. Smith:
Back off!

Cris:
I've seen every possible ending here. None of them are good for you.

Mr. Smith:
I'll take my chances. One more step, fortuneteller, and it definitely won't be good for you.

Cris:
[steps forward through multiple manifestations of experiential awareness of potential events, till Smith's gun is empty] You have one way out of this. [Smith holds up the detonator; Ferris shoots it out of his hand] That wasn't it.

Cris:
There's something I've got to do. I can't put it off any longer.

Liz:
Are you coming back?

Cris:
Yeah. It might be a week, or a month. But if you can wait, I'll find you.

[77 minutes later logo]

Callie:
Let's see. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

Irv:
[Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1987) TV show] Oh, no! Who's watching ninja turtles?! Honey, who's watching the ninja turtles.

Cris:
[shocked] Why are you ninja turtles?!?!

Cris Johnson:
Well, that's magic, folks — and that's why I'm here.

Cris Johnson:
You've probably seen a lot of those shows — mentalists, magicians, illusionists. You'd be shocked to know that sometimes — not often, but sometimes — it's the real deal. Masquerading as an act. Hiding behind a few fifty dollar tricks. Hiding in plain sight. Because if the magician doesn't do that, the alternative is impossible for others to live with. Anyway, Wednesday night at the Back Page doesn't pay very well, so I gamble. But I don't play against other people, only against the house. So, no mega-jackpots, no long shots. The idea is to go unnoticed. That way I can keep coming back. I'm not a god. I can't see everyone's future, only my own. And only within two minutes. Except for when I saw her.

Liz Cooper:
You are odd. Charming — but odd.

Liz Cooper:
Don’t drink that! It's drugged. Oh God. I don’t know what I'm doing. I have no idea what I'm doing. Some federal agent came up to me and said that you were a delusional sociopath, and showed me this tape — so maybe you are. But I don’t want to believe that. I don’t think I can believe that. And she also said that if you ran, they would shoot you. So I should drug you instead. Even if what they said is true, I don't want you to die. I don't want you to die.

Agent Callie Ferris:
He's gone right? I missed him by seconds, didn't I?