Curvature Page #4

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You see two Helens

in one place?

No?

Or maybe she gave you some

stock tips or predicted

the Powerball numbers.

Oh.

She just...

convinced you?

Told you a good story

and you bought it.

Well hey man, I

wouldn't blame you.

Crazy people can

be very persuasive.

It's the passion they

bring with everything, you know?

Helen's not crazy.

But she is grieving.

She is paranoid, and

she is delusional.

The stress of Wells'

suicide has driven her

over the edge.

It wasn't a suicide!

Excuse me?

Thomas Dettmann

killed Wells.

You know what?

You're worse than Helen.

I'll show you.

You've been so

strange about this.

I don't quite understand.

What do you mean?

Well, you bolted in

here this morning.

The way you locked the

door in my face like that.

I'm so sorry.

When are you going to show

me whatever it is you're

building in here?

It's not that interesting.

She was... I-I was here.

You're sure?

What?

What kind of a

question is that?

When was the last

time you saw me?

I dunno, fifteen

minutes ago?

[tense music]

Hey!

Hey!

I'm sorry.

The machine only

goes back 36 hours.

Not far enough

to save Wells.

Well f*** me.

Helen's seen this?

So that's what

she wants, then.

To get revenge on Thomas.

Not this time.

Look, even if that machine

does what you say it does,

there's no way she broke

in an used it, so stop

with this two-Helens sh*t

and tell me what her plan is.

Forget Helen!

We should be going

after him right now.

One way or another, we'd

better find him before she does.

His house or the lab?

We're just going

to have to guess.

[playing piano]

[car engines starting up]

[tense music]

Hey!

Hey!

Back off!

You gotta be kidding me!

The lab.

Yeah.

Thomas!

Sir, we have a situation.

Put your weapon down.

What are you doing here?

Saving you.

Inside.

Lock up the lobby.

[electronic lock beeps]

You can go, I'll be fine.

So, you're saving me.

From what?

I killed you once already.

I'm not going to let

myself do it again.

Again?

I used the prototype.

I came back.

Please stop this.

Let us help you.

The way you helped Wells?

What?

I know what you did.

Wells was depressed.

He was sick. We all know that.

You ruined my life.

You killed your

partner, my husband.

You killed him, for what?

- For your f***ing ego?

- That's insane.

It's the truth.

And I killed you for it.

But that made me a

murderer like you.

So I sent myself back to

save your worthless life.

Then where are you?

Where is Helen

the assassin?

I don't know.

That's because what you're

saying is impossible.

It's just another fantasy.

No.

Listen to me.

To use the prototype you

would have to sneak into

this facility without a

single person noticing.

Then you'd have to know

where we keep the machine

and you'd have to know

how to operate it.

Even if Wells was reckless

enough to have told you

all of these things, it

still doesn't matter.

Do you know why?

Because you are standing

right in front of me,

right now.

Do you understand?

You never got anywhere

near that machine,

and you never will.

You were right

about Wells.

He was going to

destroy everything.

So, he had to go.

Oh, you f***ing coward!

Wells had become a

self-righteous prick,

so I was simply doing

everybody a favor.

[electronic whining noise]

F***!

[electronic lock chirping]

[alarm sounding]

[electric lock continues

chirping]

This was always your plan.

[rumbling]

[brief orchestral swell]

[coughing]

Are you okay?

[serene music]

[gentle alarm sounding]

Hey.

Hey yourself.

You ready for lunch?

Oh, yeah.

I just need to finish something.

I'll meet you downstairs?

Yeah.

Somewhere out there

right now, we're doing

everything all over

again, aren't we?

I think there's a version

of us that will always be

doing everything

all over again.

So we're the

lucky ones, huh?

We get to leave the

loop and keep going?

Better not

waste it, right?

Hey Helen, you

got a package.

Oh, thanks Roy.

(Helen) W-wait, wait wait wait.

Speak to the camera.

(Wells) I couldn't believe it.

We, we just sent

a little piece of titanium back.

It worked! It f***in' worked!

(Helen) So, for posterity's

sake, from the man who invented

the time machine, where,

sorry when, would you go?

- What are you gonna see?

- No, no, no.

It's not gonna

be like that.

But if you could

go anywhere.

Any time, anywhere.

Well, I know that I

wouldn't go backwards.

Regret, nostalgia, those are

just versions of death.

- You know?

- As upbeat as always.

- [Laughs]

- Come on.

Past, present, or future?

There's nowhere

else I'd rather be.

Really?

In all of space and time?

Us.

Right here.

That's all I want.

Um, prove it.

Rahh!

[upbeat music]

[watch ticking]

[mysterious music]

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