Paradox

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Yes.

Mr. Landau,

please, please.

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

This is Mr. Landau.

Please leave a message.

Mr. Landau, sir,

don't come to the lab.

If you come to the lab,

we're all gonna die.

Project 880 must be canceled. If

you come, we're all gonna die.

We all die!

Call me.

Mom! Phone!

Mom! Mom, it's Randy.

Hey, please...

No, no, no, Mom!

No, no, no, I'm, I'm not

upstairs. I'm right here.

Mom.

Who was it?

No. I'm not up in the...

I'm not upstairs.

I'm right here.

Mom, Mom, it's me, Randy.

No, no, no, it's me.

No. I'm not in the... I'm not upstairs.

I'm right here.

Come on.

No!

F***!

I knew this wouldn't work.

Please, please.

Just tell me who you are.

PARADOX:

Hey, wake up, you're gonna sleep right

through your first night on the job?

Show time.

Party's just getting started.

William Wishman.

This little prick.

The only kid to ever get

expelled three times from MIT.

How'd he keep getting back in?

Two words. Daddy endowments.

Hey, don't bump that thing

into my f***ing car.

It's coming out of

your paycheck, pal.

Lewis Aberricki.

Three years ago,

he ran a red light,

got hit by a semi, t-boned.

He had a blood alcohol level of .09.

Thus, the chair. And a record.

Got a squeaky wheel.

How 'bout we observe

the speed limit just for once?

-For fun, okay?

-All right, Grandma.

There he is.

This one, this is Randy Fraker.

Even at his age, he's a renowned

expert on astrophysics.

What the f*** are they

building in there, a spaceship?

It was his voice

on the phone call.

Phone call? What phone call?

The phone call's the reason we're out

here freezing our asses off tonight.

Are you gonna

tell me about it?

Yeah, but here comes

our undercover agent.

None of this changes the fact that today

is our anniversary. And you forgot.

I think it's a huge day and you're gonna

ruin it because of some girly bullshit.

It is a huge day. I know.

Can't win here.

Literally cannot win.

You don't look nervous?

One small step for me. One giant

leap, et cetera, et cetera.

Trouble in Paradise?

Yeah, f*** you, Bill.

Sh*t. He's looking right at us.

Turn away. Come on.

Come on. Mr. Landau's coming.

-Sure about this, guys?

-Yeah.

Let's do it.

After you, sweetheart.

Wanna hold my hand, Pumpkin?

-Morning.

-Morning.

Thank you.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Hey, how's it going down there?

Way above your pay grade,

Cupcake.

-God, Bill, you're such a dick.

-Yeah.

He's not gonna be the one to spend

hours a mile underground with him.

That's a good point.

What are you, five?

Don't f*** with me. I'm on edge.

Welcome to Project 880.

Somebody stop it

from saying that.

That's how Mr. Landau likes it.

He writes the checks.

Locker right next to mine.

Get over it.

What's that smell?

50 million dollar facility

and it still smells like ass.

Not just any ass,

but Randy's rotten ass.

Here he comes.

Mr. Landau.

The boss. Mystery man.

We got nothing on him

before 2007. I mean nothing.

Since then,

he's created six corporations

and been investigated

by the SEC nine times.

Sir, I'm gonna send one of the

boys down with you. Van Lang.

Why me?

'Cause I don't wanna have to

shove those

f***ing bubbles up your ass.

Go.

I just quit smoking,

and I hate chewing gum.

I didn't ask.

All right. This phone call's

the reason why we're here.

-Let's hear it.

-Okay.

Mr. Landau, sir,

don't come to the lab.

If you come to the lab,

we're all gonna die.

Project 880 must be canceled.

If you come,

we're all gonna die...

What the hell is Project 880?

The only thing our undercover's

given us so far

is it's some kind of

particle accelerator.

How, how's that it?

It's not possible.

Sometimes they send a young

rookie deep undercover.

And, you know,

they drink the cherry Kool-Aid.

Let me get this straight. Not even the NSA

know what these geniuses are building there?

I still say we

should be using Hicksfield.

Somebody up his dosage, please.

Isn't this whole thing gonna be

kinda shot from a low angle?

I guess so.

F*** you, Bill.

Hey, just try to hold it up a little bit

like a, like you were a normal person.

That'd be great.

Jim, you in here getting one of

those secret phone calls of yours?

Do you think we're ready

for a human test subject?

Define human.

That's not nice.

It's funny, but it's not nice.

Listen, about this whole

anniversary thing...

Wait,

that wasn't there last night.

-Right?

-Think somebody was in here?

Elevator descending.

Come on.

Can't keep the boss waiting.

Welcome to Project 880.

Sir, we're jacked into the grid.

Just waiting on your go ahead.

Time waits for no man.

It's a little joke.

Sir, once we do this...

It's the point of no return.

The blackout will be city wide.

-What blackout?

-Wait, are you blowing bubbles?

What blackout?

We should fix

the alarming system.

-Leave it, it's aligned, Jesus.

-Time to look busy.

What the f*** is that?

Hey, get back.

No, no, the other one.

Perfect.

This is the night

we've been working towards

for the last two years.

As we know, our experiment will

require massive amounts of power.

Getting that power will attract unwanted

attention from our friends at the NSA.

Amongst others. What I'm

saying is do your best work.

We will succeed.

Power's 89 percent.

Rising.

What in the f*** happened?

-Did you unplug something?

-No.

-It actually worked.

-What did you expect?

Fires, explosions,

chaos... death.

The clock is ticking.

Make your time count.

I'm ready.

You don't look ready.

It's that one of those like

it's my last night parties.

Or by your standards, a Friday.

Good.

Change of plan.

Wait, what? Me?

What, him? Come on.

No. Landau, come on.

Yes, sir.

The power's out for 40 blocks.

Call your guys. I need

a tactical team here ASAP.

I'm on it.

Jim.

Jim, are you in here?

Where are you?

Jim.

Jim, are you in here?

Yeah, over here.

Hey.

What are you doing in here?

The same as the computers.

Thinking.

I'm sorry about this morning.

I was making way too big

a deal out of it.

Yeah, best to clear the air before

I get sucked up into a black hole.

Or turned up fossilized

in dinosaur sh*t.

Exactly.

Okay, then.

The others are having a meeting.

Bill's upset. We agreed

that he would go first.

Yeah, so did I.

I had no idea

Landau was gonna pull this sh*t.

You can't just throw this in

at the last minute.

Yeah, I mean seriously, he's been

training... for a long time.

Mr. Landau, with all due

respect, just listen to the guy.

He deserves

to at least go first.

-Seriously.

-Why Jim?

It's f***ing bullshit. You can't

just take this away from me.

I have made my decision.

He's glorified tech support.

No, what he is, is the most

talented computer engineer at MIT.

No, he's a f***ing

scholarship kid.

He's just here

to fill some kinda quota.

You know, this was my dad's?

No. This little thing?

Guy never had more than

a couple of fives in it.

Just kept it to remind myself

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