Charlie! Is alive! And using kind of awesome pick up lines, which include quantum mechanics, Schroedinger's Cat and Google searches of him flashing his nads to pick up a hot lady on a train. And, yeah, the line works. Charlie recounts his flash forward to the lucky lady (mid-coitus, natch) and it is a gruesome choking mood killer. Also a mood killer? When freaky Charlie shows up unannounced in the back of your car wanting to talk about your experiment, which killed 20 million people. Yeah, Lloyd, I'm looking at you.
After her gun shot, Janis's life hangs in the balance and in Olivia's skilled hands. But Olivia is distracted by the text message telling her that Mark was a flash forward drinker. Olivia, the button on the left is the delete key. When Mark finally gets to the hospital, Olivia is in a panic, which is not lessened when he tells her that he and his team were assaulted by extras from a John Woo movie. Olivia manages to save Janis's life, but there was so much damage, she may never be able to have a baby.
Demetri angrily throws some files around and generally ignores his boss's direct order as he tries to track down who ordered the hit. In the course of the investigation he stumbles on another clue from Mark's vision board. He and Wedeck (Jett Jackson) know the Blue Hand they found on the shooter's body is related to Baltimore because of Mark's vision and their quest is rewarded when they find a blue hand on Baltimore St. in Los Angeles. Scooby-style they track the clues and find a roomful of bodies with stained blue hands. And the case Jett Jackson was working on in his flash forward finds a starting point during the blue hand investigation.
Then Lloyd (Olivia's future honey) loses his son. The kid is so convincingly dressed like Easy E that a Latin King with a heart of gold helps him find his home, because he's old school, yo. But instead of going to his mom's house, Dylan heads to Mark's and Olivia's home where he completely weirds out the babysitter. Mark and Lloyd both respond to the babysitter's frantic call and completely freak out Olivia when she comes home from the hospital and finds her husband and her future fling all in the house together. Ruh-roh. A lot of awkward staring ensues. And then a fight. They both admit they have trust issues, leaving the future of their marriage in flux.
While trick or treating with his daughter and his sponsor (which is always a good time), Mark spies three men who look suspiciously like the men who will eventually corner him in his office. He gives chase, but only proves that he is the ultimate gun-wielding crotchety fist-shaking old man who really hates those pesky kids.
Also, a kangaroo hops by. Meaningless silliness? I think not.
In case you have stumbled on this show accidentally or if the bleak 8 pm offerings have you haplessly channel surfing, let's have the opening credits remind you of the plot of this show. On October 6, the planet blacked out for two minutes and seventeen seconds. The whole world saw the future. You know, these title cards would really draw in the appropriate demographic if they just slanted them backwards a bit, had them trail off the screen as they scrolled, and had John Williams's music soaring over them. You know what I am talking about. Or you should or you probably meant to be watching "Historical Reenactments of the Great British Sea Battles From 1560-1720." If so, you are on the wrong channel, because that is on the CW. Right before Melrose Place. In case you blacked out between last week and now, or are just rising from your fifteen-hour World of Warcraft marathon, let's recap what happened last week. Everybody went to Congress to try and get funding and all they got was a lousy hit squad trying to take out the whole team. The only FBI agent who actually took a bullet was the lady FBI agent who was wearing heels and deserved it. Then Mark, the lead investigator, overacted in a karaoke bar and yelled at his boss about how in the future he is, like, drunk all the time, which would be awesome (and something to which I frequently aspire), but this time it is NOT AWESOME because the FBI is basing their entire investigation on his DTs. Man, Congress is a hoot! Then someone sends an anonymous text message to Mark's wife because they want her to know that he might be considering getting drunk and she has no sense of humor at all when it comes that shit, so she is T.T.O.'d (totally ticked offed). Also, when the lady FBI agent got shot her hot girlfriend gave her the same alarm clock that I have and now it lives in a drawer while I try to sell it, because watching it run in circles in her blood made me realize that it probably enjoyed it AND WILL KILL AGAIN. Please see my Craig's List ad for purchasing details.
And now onto today's program. OH SHIT. Am I watching Lost? Because this show is simply lousy with Lost cast-offs, like you weren't good enough for the freaking Island but you're good enough for Flash Forward, because I mean Joseph Fiennes is the lead and he was in that one Academy Award-winning film and stood near Gwyneth while she bought, I mean, won, her Oscar and that shit rubs off you know? Like don't wash the toilet seat after Joseph Fiennes uses it, because you will totally catch OSCAR FEVER.