Deja Vu Page #8

Denny? It's Doug.

Well, I can't say

I wasn't expecting this call.

Look, you know what happens

if you try this.

We both know what happens if I don't.

Well, not a lot of guinea pigs volunteer

to die in the name of science.

Well, then we have to make sure

I end up somewhere

besides the morgue.

Can you help me?

I'll see you when you get here.

Doug?

Do me a favor.

When you finish, turn off the lights.

You do that one more time,

you set off every alarm in the joint.

Can't take it.

Gotta keep the mass

as low as possible.

You gotta take everything off.

- You can keep your underwear on.

- Thank you very much.

Thought you said you didn't believe

in changing the past.

Right. Well, I also believe in God.

Just don't tell anyone.

- I'm gonna tell everybody.

- Yeah?

You know, when I open up the throttle

on this thing...

Yeah, I know. EM field, flatline. I got it.

Thing of it is,

no matter how clever we think we are,

the most probable outcome

of our little experiment

is that four and a half days ago

you get a call from the coroner's office.

"Hey, Agent Carlin,

I want you to come down here.

"There's something you should see."

And next thing you know,

you're standing over a corpse

and it's you.

Well, you can be wrong a million times.

You only gotta be right once.

Besides, I think I'd remember

if that happened, right?

So I gotta face out toward you?

Yeah, face out.

Just like the note, only bigger.

- You ready?

- No.

You don't have to do this.

What if I already have?

Right.

Doug?

Doug?

Hey. Hello?

- You okay in there?

- Yeah.

- You good?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm beside myself.

Am I still here?

For now. You ready?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

- All right.

Looking forward to walking up to you

four days ago

and blowing your mind, though.

Well, if that happens,

maybe you can tell me

what it's like to meet your younger self.

All right, I'll let you know.

All right, remember, the ferry blows

at 10:
50 on Fat Tuesday, okay?

Yeah.

Here we go.

See you yesterday.

God willing.

Good, good.

- You don't have to do this.

- Hello?

Maybe I already have.

Maybe I already have.

What the hell?

All right, hold on, everybody.

The reserve generators should kick in.

Nobody move.

That was interesting.

- Doctor!

- Who the hell is that?

Where'd he come from?

All right, let's get him into Trauma.

Trauma 2, Trauma 2!

This is weird.

- Defib.

- Clear!

Recharge it again.

Clear!

- Recharge to 300.

- Charging.

Clear!

Resume CPR. One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight.

thirty-four degrees.

Forty-nine was our low temperature

at the airport.

Gonna be at that

or just maybe above that for tonight.

Let me show you why.

Look, the winds are starting...

- ...a few of them come back.

- I'm thinking about getting a tattoo.

- Whoa!

- I'm a federal agent.

I need your keys. I need a vehicle.

There's keys in the truck there.

Which one? Right here?

Put your hands down.

Hands on the table.

Hold your donut. Hands right there.

Water it.

This might be a metaphor

for existence itself.

A fish struggles instinctively

against an almost formless antagonist.

The fish is a largemouth bass.

Here's the news at 8:30.

Federal officials are still baffled

by the massive blackout

that darkened the entire eastern half

of the country early this morning.

Hey!

Jesus.

Wait a minute.

Hey, it's okay. Wait a minute!

Listen. Claire!

I'm a federal agent. Hang on, hang on.

All right, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I'm a federal agent. It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe. You're all right, okay?

I'm a federal agent. You're safe.

You're safe. Look at me. Come here.

You're safe. He's gone. All right?

- Get me out of here!

- All right. All right.

Get me out of here!

It's all right. It's okay. It's okay.

- Get me out of here.

- All right, let me get your feet.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

Hey, look at me. Look at me.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

All right.

How'd you know

there'd be keys in this truck?

That's a good question. I didn't know.

- He's a terrorist?

- Yeah.

His name is Carroll Oerstadt.

I'm a part of a special surveillance unit.

We've been tracking him.

He's planning on blowing up

the Canal Street Ferry today at 10:50.

- So we're going to the police?

- No, it's too complicated.

By the time we get them up to speed,

the ferry will be gone.

We gotta go

straight to the Algiers dock.

I don't think you're gonna make it.

You're losing too much blood.

No, I gotta make it. I only got an hour

and 40 minutes to catch up to this guy.

What if you don't make it?

What happens then?

If I don't make it...

What?

Your house is on the way.

We'll go by your house,

and I'll get cleaned up.

- I'll drop you off. All right?

- All right.

Hey, Ginger.

She hates strangers.

You need anything?

You get cleaned up.

I'll take care of this.

- You sure? I could bind that for you.

- No, I'm sure. You go ahead.

I'm gonna need to borrow

one of your boyfriend's jackets, though.

Sure.

Hey, listen.

- You shouldn't wear that.

- What?

Why don't you put on a different one?

The blue and white one. Anything.

It's just...

Just trust me.

The victim wore a dress like that

and it wouldn't be good.

- Okay.

- Trust me.

All right, I'll go change. I'll be right out.

Stop right there! Don't move!

Don't move. I'm calling the police.

- I am the police.

- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not!

You didn't ask me any questions.

You didn't take a statement.

And you knew where my house was,

what's in my closet.

- Who are you?

- I'm Doug Carlin. I'm an ATF agent.

I'm part of a special surveillance unit

that's been tracking the man

- who was trying to kill you.

- How do I know that?

I had a hood over my head.

You could be him.

Just think about it, Claire.

Look at my face.

You scratched the man's face.

Do I have a scratch on my face?

- You scratched him, didn't you?

- Get on the floor.

Now! Get on the floor!

All the way!

ATF New Orleans, Agent Donnelly.

Yes, is there an Agent Douglas Carlin

working out of that branch?

Yes, there is,

but he's not here right now.

Would you like to leave a message?

Can you describe him for me, please?

How tall, skin color.

I don't know.

He's 6'3", black, not bad-looking.

Okay, have him call me back

at 877-504-8423.

Okay, wait. My phone pad's empty.

All right, got it.

Hello?

Get up.

Are you gonna tell me the truth?

Are you gonna tell me why you're here,

why this is happening

and none of it makes sense?

None of it.

What if you had to tell someone

the most important thing in the world,

but you knew they'd never believe you?

What would you do?

I'd try.

You never know

what someone might believe.

I don't understand what's...

What's happening.

I gotta hurry up and get down there.

Why are you the only one

who can stop him?

Well, because I'm the only one

that knows his plan.

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