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(Kraviz) Alex, help

your friend out here.

You called them.

What the f***?

Please. Let them help you.

(Kraviz) Enough!

You've got ten seconds

to open the door.

Put that thing down!

- (Kraviz) Ten, Nine..

- Open it.

Not unless you

put the gun down.

Do it!

Six!

Five!

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

Drop the gun.

And then what?

Give it to me.

Helen, have you

lost your mind.

No!

What are you doing?

Don't be stupid!

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop it, drop it, drop it!

Okay, okay.

Easy.

Alex.

What, and you're going

along with this?

I'm sorry, I

can't trust you.

You're making an

awful mistake.

You called him.

You wouldn't listen to me!

You wouldn't

let me help you!

I thought he might

know what to do.

I trusted you.

I'm sorry but this, this

is getting out of control.

You can get out of the car

right now if that's what

you want, but I'm going

to find her, I'm going to

figure out what's

happening to me.

Why I sent myself back.

So what's it going to be?

I think I've

already decided.

[sighs]

You happy now?

I didn't mean to

pull the trigger.

You just missed that

guy's head by two inches.

That was an accident.

But a version of me is

out there, buying sniper

rifles and pressure cookers,

which I'm assuming they

think is for a bomb.

It's like there's this

thing out there I can't

control doing

stuff in my name.

You know, ever since I was

a kid, I had this dumb

phobia of being blamed

for something that I didn't do.

And now it's happening.

Except the kicker is is

I probably did do it.

It would be funny if it

weren't so f***ed up.

[phone notification sound]

It's from you.

What does it say?

"I need you to understand

why I can't let him live.

Not after this.

Watch the footage.

Vis Viva.

Helen."

She left the

camera for you.

For us.

The password must be

something that we both know.

Something private

between us.

Yeah.

Alex.

Do you see that?

Sh*t.

- F*** that.

- Helen...

Slow down, slow

down, slow down!

[cough]

F***.

[tense music]

What happened?

Can we track her again?

[computer beeps]

Yeah, she still has my

gun, but they can't be on

foot anymore.

I'm going wherever

this thing's going.

[wooshing noises]

[computer beeps]

Alex.

One night, please.

50 Bucks.

We only need it

for a couple hours.

Not that kind of hotel.

We'll pay for the night.

So, the message is for us.

It's got to be something

that we share.

Just us.

Read me your

message again.

"I need you to understand

why I can't let him live.

Not after this.

Watch the footage.

Vis viva.

Helen."

"Vis viva..."

The living force

of a system.

The conservation

of energy.

You remember our old

god debates, right?

Yes.

Do you still believe?

I'm still trying to.

This has to be our clue.

We need to think back.

Reconstruct our

conversations.

I remember I envied your

belief so much after

Caroline died.

But I couldn't suddenly

pretend I trusted in some

afterlife just because it was

going to make me feel better.

Do you remember

what you told me?

I quoted Galileo.

"Mathematics is the

language with which God

wrote the universe."

I sat with that idea.

I wondered, what is the

afterlife in terms of

physics or chemistry?

And it's the

conservation of energy.

It's the conservation

of matter.

It's the idea that

Caroline's essence or soul

or whatever you want to

call it, that it went somewhere.

It didn't just disappear.

Galileo's phrase

became my mantra.

The bridge between

my head and my heart.

I never thanked

you for that.

I was so sure of myself

when I said those things to you.

I-it's different now,

feeling them for myself.

[projector whirring]

(Wells) Black ops

assassinations in Syria.

What does that have to

do with our science?

You are being

willfully naive.

(Wells) 99.9 percent of

the CIA itself doesn't even

know about our project.

Do you think that

story won't make some

journalist's career?

Do you know what I would

call leaking information

like that, Wells?

Treason.

Maybe I'll just have to

sabotage the prototype myself.

Hey, I don't want to work

with these guys either,

but we can't stop now.

What was our pledge?

- Oh come on.

- What was it?

That we would never use this

technology to alter the past.

That's right.

This was always about

proving it could be done.

Not about doing it.

But we are scientists!

We're not philosophers,

we're not politicians, and

the job of a scientist is

to advance science, and

whatever happens to

those advancements,

it's not our responsibility.

They changed

the terms on us!

There is nowhere else we

can go for this funding

and you know it.

We drop out of the

assassination program by the

end of this week, or I

go to the press.

- Wells, please...

- End of story.

No...

(Wells) Look.

You remember why we

started all this?

It wasn't for the money.

It wasn't to win

the God damn Nobel.

It was for the joy of

doing something that

nobody thought

was possible.

[melancholy strings music]

That lying piece

of sh*t. I could kill him.

I should f***ing kill him!

Oh my God.

That's it, that's

what she's doing?

What, trying

to kill Thomas?

The email, she told us!

"I need you to understand

why I can't let him live..."

What if I did it already

and I just don't remember now?

What, and then sent

yourself back? Why?

To stop her!

To stop myself to...

What if I realized

that I was wrong?

That I didn't want

to be a murderer?

And I couldn't go back far

enough to save Wells, but

I could save myself.

And this was the only

way to reverse it.

One night.

[GPS beeping]

[tense synth music]

I need to find her.

If you were her...

You are her, so

where would you go?

[lock clicking]

[door lock opens]

Go!

The window!

[frantic music]

Ah!

Oh, you picked the wrong

dog in this fight, my friend.

F*** you.

Where's she going?

[rock music

playing in bar]

And that's why all of us,

physicists, engineers,

chemists, we need to read

novels, see films, engage

with philosophy.

Science doesn't

happen in a void.

We need nuance.

We need context.

Mm.

Just because you can do

something, doesn't mean

you should.

Not if it's going

to hurt anybody.

People should never be

sacrificed for progress.

What if sacrificing a few

people now could save

thousands later?

What do you do then?

That assumes we know

what's going to happen in

the future.

And we can

never know that.

So what, we're supposed

to live like insects,

reacting moment to moment?

If we try to do the best

possible thing in each of

those moments then...

Sure.

Ethical insects.

Hey, something

to live up to.

[serene music]

Helen, you finished?

Florence, hi.

I, I left my

backpack here.

Do you mind if we...

Sure.

You are being

enormously unhelpful.

What else do you

want me to say?

The truth.

You can't expect me to

believe that you believe

there are two versions of

Helen running around right now.

Helen believes it.

Does she have any proof?

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