12:01 Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1993
- 92 min
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THERE'S A FILE I
DON'T USE ANYMORE--
MATHEMATICAL THEORY THAT'S
STILL LINKED TO THE ACCELERATOR.
OH, MY GOD.
ATTENTION, WE HAVE
A SECURITY ALER:
PAPERWORK FOR DR. SPECTER.
GUESS WHO.
SAY-- THE DAY'S REPEATING?
IT WON'T WORK.
I'VE TRIED IT.
MEET ME AT THE FRONT ENTRANCE AT 6:00.
DON'T TALK
TO ANYBODY. 6:
00.WE'VE GOT HIM.
CODE 4. SECTION "B."
HEADING INTO:
THE MAINWAY!
HEY, YOU'RE
UNDER ARREST.
HEY, STOP!
HOLD IT, MISTER!
HOLD IT!
HOLD I RIGHT THERE!
HOLD IT! HOLD IT!
BUDDY! HE'S IN
A BROWN FOUR-DOOR.
[RING]
YES?
IT'S ME.
WE MAY HAVE:
A PROBLEM.
FREDERICKS IS:
WORKING WITH SOMEONE.
I DON'T KNOW!
IN THIS.
GOOD.
ALL RIGHT.
O.K. UM...
STAY THERE.
STAY THERE, LISA.
NO.
THANK YOU.
OH...
[TIRES SQUEAL]
NO!
OH, MY GOD!
[CROWD SHOUTING]
I TOLD YOU:
I'M NOT CRAZY.
LET'S GO!
CALL THE POLICE!
DON'T MOVE!
YOU ALL RIGHT?
I DON'T KNOW.
OH, GOD.
AFTER I LEFT?
WHAT?
AGAINST DENK.
ONTO A DISK?
YEAH.
OH, GOD.
OH, GOD.
WATCH OUT!
[AIR HORN HONKS]
AAH!
[GUNSHOT]
HOLD ON!
MOVE IT!
BACK IT UP!
WE'D BETTER CALL
WE'D BETTER CALL
OR SOMEBODY.
THERE'S NO PHONE
IN THERE.
I'M SORRY?
WHAT?
THERE'S NO PHONE,
THERE'S NO DISK.
WE HAVE TIME.
AW, IT'S...
IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
I WAS BURYING:
MY PET CANARY,
AND I MADE A GRAVESTONE
"FLY TO HEAVEN."
HMM.
I HAVEN'T TOLD
ANYONE THAT IN...
WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFEREN FROM THE REST OF US?
I DON'T KNOW.
MY MEMORY'S NO THAT GREAT ANYWAY.
I DON'T KNOW.
WHAT...
THAT FIRST NIGHT?
WELL, AFTER YOU GOT SHOT... I GOT DRUNK.
CAME HOME.
I KNOCKED A BUNCH
OF STUFF OVER.
I WOKE UP.
YOU'RE MISSING SOMETHING.
YOU DROVE THROUGH
SOMETHING UNUSUAL.
AND I GOT A SHOCK.
AND THEN?
THEN...
IT WAS MORNING.
THERE'S A THEORY--
SCOTT'S THEORY
HAS A COROLLARY:
THAT SAYS CONSCIOUSNESS EXISTS
SEPARATE FROM THE TIME BOUNCE.
YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN
THAT BAD SHOCK:
WHEN THE FIRS BOUNCE HAPPENED.
I BET THAT'S IT!
LUCKY ME.
BARRY,
I'M--I'M SORRY.
NO, NO. IT'S...
I MEAN,
SELF-INTEREST.
I...
THE OTHER DAY,
TO ACTUALLY SPEAK
TO YOU.
I MADE A FOOL:
OUT OF MYSELF.
BUT I THOUGHT, HEY,
BUT THEN YOU...WELL...
WE SPOKE?
YEAH.
YEAH, WE DID.
HOW WAS I?
GREAT.
YOU THREW ME OU OF YOUR OFFICE.
I'M SORRY.
I GUESS I WAS HAVING A BAD DAY.
THAT NEXT MORNING
WHEN I SAW YOU...
ALIVE...
I REALIZED:
I'M SORRY.
HEY, HEY.
HI.
HI.
YOU KNOW, I'M USUALLY
I'M SUPPOSED TO
SAY THAT.
OH, MY GOD.
IT'S 12:
00.WE'VE GOT TO
DO SOMETHING.
THERE'S NO TIME.
QUICK. TELL ME WHA YOUR FAVORITE COLOR IS.
WHAT?
WHAT'S YOUR
FAVORITE COLOR?
GREEN.
FAVORITE FOOD.
SMOKED OYSTERS.
FAVORITE NUMBER.
FAVORITE MUSIC.
THAT'S HARD.
TELL ME.
WHAT IS IT?
THE CARPENTERS.
THE CARPENTERS.
[THUNDER]
LISA...I LOVE YOU.
[BEEP BEEP]
PLEASE WAKE UP.
[CLICK]
WITH DENK.
LIGHTS CIGARETTE.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
THROUGH LISA'S OFFICE.
THE DAY'S REPEATING.
BEEPER GOES OFF.
YOU'RE PATHETIC. THAT'S
[TIRES SCREECH]
WELL, LOOK WHO
DON'T GET YOUR
PANTIES IN A BUNCH.
BUT YOU'RE SO INVASIVE
STOP ASSUMING:
WE'RE ALL IDIOTS
AND DON'T JUDGE PEOPLE
WELL...
THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR COVERING
THANK YOU.
INTO YOUR PERFORMANCE RECORD.
YOU DO THAT.
BARRY.
EXCUSE ME. BARRY.
LISA.
I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED.
I KNOW YOU LIKE I COMPACT WITHOUT THE CRAP,
IT'LL SOUND IMPOSSIBLE, BU I'LL SUPPORT IT WITH FACTS.
THE TIME BOUNCE:
HAS HAPPENED.
WE'VE MET BEFORE--
THREE TIMES.
YOUR FAVORITE FOOD
IS OYSTERS.
YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER
IS 37.1.
YOUR FAVORITE MUSIC
IS THE CARPENTERS,
EVEN THOUGH YOU:
COULD DO BETTER.
FIRING THE ACCELERATOR.
YOU'LL TRANSFER THA PROOF ONTO A COMPUTER DISK.
A LITTLE STICKY.
TWICE NOW.
BUT YESTERDAY:
BUT THE TIME BOUNCE HAPPENS, AND
I WIND UP HERE, MEMORY INTACT.
REMEMBERS ANYTHING AROUND HERE.
THE DAY UNFOLD.
IT'S 9:
15 NOW.LISA?
THADIUS.
BARRY THOMAS?
YES. I'VE GOTTEN
YOUR MEMOS.
YOU, TOO, LISA. ARE WE
ALL LOSING ASSISTANTS?
ACTUALLY, I--
YOU'RE TWO ASSISTANTS
BACK BY LUNCHTIME.
DR. FREDERICKS EXPLAINED
I APPRECIATE THAT,
LISA.
DR. MOXLEY, YOU
ANN, DR. MOXLEY'S
IT'S SAD.
NOT TO MY:
LOW-LEVEL STAFF.
UNDER CONTROL.
THANK YOU, LISA.
GOOD DAY.
GOOD DAY.
HOWARD!
LOOK. OVER THERE.
SEE THAT? HE'S ABOU TO LIGHT HIS CIGARETTE.
THESE PAST MORNINGS.
TODAY HE CAN'T BECAUSE
KEEP DENK FROM FINDING OU ABOUT THE COMPUTER DISK.
TODAY I'LL TAKE
ALL THE INFORMATION.
THE EPITAPH:
ON YOUR CANARY'S GRAVE
WERE 9 YEARS OLD
AND IT SAID,
"FLY TO HEAVEN."
[BEEP BEEP]
[BEEP BEEP]
[BEEP BEEP]
OH, MY GOD.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
PERSONNEL.
OH, YES, SIR.
WHY, YES, THEY ARE.
EXCUSE ME?
O.K.
I DON'T THINK SO.
YOU TRUST ME.
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