Retroactive

"Super Collider:

U.S. Government|Accelerator Project, Texas"

Sorry, pal.

The exact time is 16:44...

and as you can plainly see...

the subject of retroactive experiment|number 12 is plainly deceased.

Since my first 11 attempts at|this experiment proved unsuccessful...

this will be|my last opportunity...

being as the idiots|at the Pentagon...

will be shutting this place down|completely come Monday morning.

This tape will provide proof|that I have been able...

to briefly|reverse the flow of time.

Whatever subject|passes through this machine...

will have total recollection|of all that has happened.

I, however, will have no memory|of these events.

The exact time is 16:44...

and as you can plainly see...

the subject of retroactive experiment|number 12 is plainly deceased.

Since my first 11 attempts at|this experiment proved unsuccessful...

this will be|my last opportunity...

being as the idiots|at the Pentagon...

will be shutting this place down|completely come Monday morning.

Now, this tape|will provide proof...

not only to my detractors|but also to myself.

- I did it.|- Because if I am right...

and I can briefly|reverse the flow of time...

I will have no memory|of these events.

I did it.

I did it!

Oh, my God.

Hey, man!|How're you doing, brother?

Look at them, man.|They like to pay for these, don't they?

- Nobody followed you here?|- I'll be back.

Whoa. My money, Frank.|Where's my money?

How the hell am I supposed to give you|money when I gotta go get it?

I've got no money on me.|That's why we're in this business.

- Have I ever screwed you over?|- Yeah, you have.

That was high school.|I was drunk. Leave me alone.

I need my money.

I'm gonna make you as rich as sh*t|four foot up a bull's ass.

Come on, man!|What are you doing to me?

Put the goddamn gun away.

- I need my money.|- I know!

- Thirty minutes.|- Thirty minutes and I'll be right back.

Take that thing away from me.|You're gonna hurt somebody with that.

Thirty minutes!

You have yourself|a little cup of coffee.

By the time you're done with it,|I'll be back with the cash.

The city of Chicago today|is in mourning...

in the wake of this weekend's|tragic hostage situation...

at the Federal Building.

Lead negotiator Karen Warren...

has officially resigned from her|position with the police department.

Stop! Hey!

Thanks a bunch, pal!

Not good.

What was that, honey?

My car. Looks like|I may need a little help.

What the hell|happened to that sign?

That's Rayanne. Don't mind her.|She's just shy.

Yeah. Looks like|you got a problem...

in this general area|right here.

Any particular type of problem,|you think?

I don't know.

I can take you up the road|a click to a buddy of mine.

He's got a tow truck|all his own.

Hell, come on.

Frank's the name.|Throw yourself in the rear.

I'll fix ya up.

- Isn't that right, Rayanne?|- Whatever you want.

Hi, I'm Karen. How far|do you suppose it is?

Oh, I don't know.|Let me think now.

I'd say five, ten miles.

Hell, who knows?|This is Texas, right?

- You from around these parts?|- Yeah, I used to be.

- Down by Galveston way.|- Is that right?

You sure do talk|like a city girl.

Polish these for me.

The funniest thing|happened to me today.

I was in the break room|getting a cup of coffee...

and there was this woman...|Kim.

She's some kind of secretary|or something.

And she says...|She goes like this.

She says, "Frank,|that's a good-looking belt buckle."

And I don't know.|This just popped into my head.

Don't ask me how.

I just said to her...|Guess what I said.

Guess what I say to her.

Somebody please just|guess what I said.

I don't know.|What'd you say?

I say, "lt'll look a lot|better pressed against your forehead."

That just popped into my head!

What's wrong? You don't wanna experience|my razor-sharp wit back there?

I guess I've just been away too long.|Missed that old Texas humor.

I know what'll cheer you up.|You like country music?

- No, not really.|- What?

I suppose it's one of the reasons|I left Texas in the first place.

It's made in America for Americans.|You're not un-American, are ya?

No, you might say dealing with|Americans is what I'm trained to do.

Don't tell me you're a cop.|Don't tell me that.

Close. Psychologist.

Shrink, huh? All right.

I got an assignment for you.

What's the name|of that book of yours?

If you really want|to know it...

It provides a framework|to work out...

what you might do if you|could go back and change your life.

Sounds like a bunch of bullshit|to me, if you don't mind me saying.

It's just|therapeutic role-playing.

Like me play Tarzan,|you Jane?

Sh*t! Where the hell|you suppose he popped up from?

Goddamn it!

Bullshit!

I already got three goddamn tickets.|My insurance is gonna go sky-high.

Whoa! Stay right where you are.

I didn't ask you|to get out of the car.

Officer,|just stretching my legs.

No crime in that.

I wanna see your license|and registration.

Yes, sir, but you gotta tell me|one thing first.

What in the hell|did I do wrong?

You were doing 78 miles an hour|in a 55-mile zone...

is what the hell|you were doing wrong.

Come on. Really?

I can assure you, Officer...

that that would be|highly unusual for me.

Because I am like this|with the law.

Just give me your license|and registration.

Yes, sir.

Goddamn b*tch|shrank my jeans.

Here you go, sir.

You wanna tell me who you got|travelling with you, Mr. Lloyd?

Them?

Them two's my women.

Bigamy is against the law.

Well...

that's why I ain't married.

Keeping it legal.

Why don't you|get back in your car?

Yes, sir.

Not a problem there. I'll just|sit there behind the wheel.

It looks like there's gonna be|a slight delay...

while the good officer|clears matters up.

Maybe I should ask|for a ride from the trooper.

- Get outta your hair.|- No, I wouldn't hear of it.

You just hold on.|Hell.

We only got|about a mile to go.

Well, except for six|previous speeding violations...

seems you are|a law-abiding citizen.

I told ya.

I'm just gonna|write you up for 70.

Sign by that "X."

Try and slow down.

'Cause I'll be watching you.

Thank you very much, sir.

A**hole!

- Honey...|- Shut up!

Goddamned bullshit!

You just keep your eyes|on this, a**hole.

Look out!

Christ, I could've knocked that|son of a b*tch back to Chihuahua.

So, baby...

What the hell are you|so tense about?

Come on. Lighten up.

Say something.

Our guest is gonna think you're|a damn mute if you don't say something.

Go on.

I just wish that you would|control your temper is all.

- That's bullshit!|- You wanted me to say something.

And the first thing that comes|out of your mouth...

is some kind of criticism of me,|is that it?

- No...|- Shut up, woman.

Goddamn women.

Can't live with 'em,|can't blow their heads off. Sh*t.

Well, this must be it.

Nope, not yet. I'm just stopping here|for a well-deserved beverage.

Damn! I'm as thirsty|as a chipmunk hung out to dry.

Hey. You girls wanna dabble|in a little beverage?

Not for me.

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