Parallels Page #3

from an alternate universe,

somehow it never goes

very well.

BEATRIX:

I can't believe this.

Yeah, I could--

I could be home

watching television.

You'd be home

scraping your mom's feet.

Yeah, well, right now,

that sounds pretty great.

[METAL CLANGING]

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Which one you want,

Tinker?

Let's take this one

and the little one.

RONAN:
You don't touch her.

No, no, no. The big one.

HAROLD:

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait.

Wait. Please, don't take her.

RONAN:
Get off!

Please, take me.

Please!

[POLLY CLICKING TONGUE]

Tick tock.

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What do you--?

Ronan.

B.

You get your hands

off her!

Hey.

Let's go.

RONAN:

Where are you taking us?

Get off me!

[BEATRIX WHIMPERING]

No!

B. Get off!

BEATRIX:

No!

Don't! Ronan. Ronan!

MAN:

B*tch.

RONAN:

B. B!

BEATRIX:
Ronan.

B.

[PANTING]

Hey!

Okay.

[GRUNTING]

Aah! You f***ers!

Ronan, that's not

gonna help anything.

Aah!

Ronan, stop it!

That's not gonna help anything,

Ronan! Stop it!

How do you know?

Because I remember how mom died.

I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have--

Forget it.

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Why did you leave us, Ronan?

After Mom died,

you just left.

I had to.

Why?

Because I had

to protect you.

Protect me from what?

From me.

What?

From me. Because I don't know

if you didn't notice,

but everything

that I'm around gets hurt.

Ronan, you left me alone.

I had to take care of things

by myself.

I had to take care of Dad

by myself.

I don't need

your protection.

What I needed

was my older brother.

You're not understanding

what I'm s--

I want you to know,

when I get out of here,

I'm knocking you

clear out.

Good to know.

Thanks.

What's your name?

They call me Tinker.

Is that your real name?

I'm Beatrix.

That's my brother, Ronan.

Oh, it's a pleasure

to meet you.

Come on over here

and shake my hand.

Beatrix.

Yes.

Good tactic.

Try to befriend your captor,

make them see you

as a real human being.

Is it working?

No.

Well, what do you

do here, Tinker?

I make things.

Repair things.

A little surgery

now and then.

It's a bit messy

for my taste.

What I truly love

are electronics,

when I can get my hands

on them.

Unfortunately finding anything

in good shape is so very rare.

You see,

this used to be a nice place

till the nukes got loose.

Pakistan collapsed in '99.

That's when the black market

was flooded.

Bombs the size of suitcases.

After that, it just seemed like

it was a matter of time.

Sooner or later,

there'd be a mushroom cloud

over New York City.

Only New York

wasn't the first to go.

We were.

Jesus.

I happened to be out of town

at the time.

But my wife and daughter

were at home,

just outside

the blast zone.

So instead of

being killed instantly,

they likely died

excruciating deaths

from thermal radiation.

Since then, I've learned

a lot more about nukes.

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I pieced this one together

from three duds.

People here

are scared shitless of it.

That's a nuke?

That's right.

And the man...

who first

brought the nukes here,

the man that murdered

my wife and daughter,

he came out

of that building.

So the question is,

who is the man

from the building?

I don't know.

Who is the man

from the building?

I-- I don't-- I don't know.

Who is he?

I don't know! I swear, I--

I don't know!

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Who is the man

from the building?

Oh, my God.

Who is he?

Who is he?

That's my father.

HAROLD:

Can I ask you a question?

How many other worlds

have you been to exactly?

Um, it's not what you should be

thinking about right now.

No? What the hell should I

be thinking about then?

You should be thinking

about the fact that, um--

That there's another you

somewhere out there,

who is, you know,

lying on a beach,

sipping a mai tai.

A whole other you.

One who is not about to get

a bullet in his head

within the hour.

One of the problems

we have in this world

is the problem of bullets.

There are so darn many

different kinds.

You can have boxes and boxes

full of bullets,

yet not one bullet

will fit your gun.

Well, I've solved that problem.

I modified the barrel

to resize itself.

Now I can load

almost any size bullet.

[WHIRRING]

And...

In, oh,

five seconds or so...

[GUNSHOT]

[GASPING]

TINKER:

Of course,

there is one big minus:

I can only load

one bullet at a time.

Nonetheless,

given the right problem,

this is the correct solution.

Now, I'm gonna ask you

some questions.

Every time I ask you a question,

I load a bullet.

If you haven't answered

the question

by the time

the gun is ready to fire,

I'm gonna put a bullet

in your brother.

What? What?

Do you understand?

You only have a few seconds.

Do you understand?

Yes.

No! Oh!

You're crazy!

Now, where do you

come from?

We're from a...

Uh, a different Earth.

Explain.

Um, I--

I don't know how, um...

[GUN WHIRRING]

If the bomb never went off,

none of this ever happened?

You came through the building?

Yes.

What is the building?

I don't know.

What is the building?

I don't know! I swear to God.

We just went in

and it dropped us here! No!

I'm gonna kill you! I swear

to God I'm gonna kill you!

How does it work?

How is it powered?

Who's in control?

I don't know!

Who's in charge? Who runs the

building?

I don't know any of that!

Bullshit!

BEATRIX:

No! Please!

Who's your father? And why

did he bring the nuke here?

I don't know!

Why did he kill my family?

Stop pointing that

at my brother!

Why?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, you know what?

I'll tell you

everything you want to know.

Liar.

[GUNSHOT]

[TINKER GASPING]

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[THUDDING]

Holy sh*t.

[GRUNTING]

[CHUCKLES]

[KEYS JINGLING]

Do you think that stuff he said

about Dad was true?

Who the hell is dad?

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Oh, my God.

[BEEPING]

What are you doing? Get--

What?

You're too late.

Ah!

My God, he armed it.

[BEEPING]

Let's go.

He armed it.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

We might not make it

out of here, you know.

Yeah. True.

Which means that this could be

our last few hours left of life.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Well, what do you wanna do?

You know, with the last few

hours of life we've got left?

I-- I don't...

What do you think?

Are you--? Are you messing

with me right now?

[BLOW LANDS, BODY FALLS]

Oh-- Oh, just--

We gotta go right now.

BEATRIX:
Come on.

Let me just--

Now.

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[TIRES SCREECH]

So where did they go?

I don't know, chief.

[SIGHS]

Now we find ourself

in this goddamn mess.

Sh*t!

[BEEPING]

I know what

the building is.

Jesus Christ. Somebody help

Tinker get cleaned up.

Not necessary!

I'm gonna blow the building

off the face of the map

and anything

within a 5-mile radius.

Oh, the hell you are.

Actually I am.

In about 29 minutes.

You shut it down.

No.

I'm gonna take this bomb,

and I'm heading towards

the building, thataway.

The rest of you,

if you wanna live,

I suggest you go

the other way.

One other thing.

Chief, I need to borrow

a truck.

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

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[ENGINE DIES]

RONAN:

F***. Sh*t.

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We ran out of gas?

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