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Get up, boy!

How the hell do you know Frank?

He had some very difficult-to-procure|computer microchips.

I didn't know that he was|a gun-toting psychopath.

Yes, he was loud and obnoxious...

and he smelled bad, but I had no idea|that he was insane.

All of this is|over some stinking computer chips?

Not just computer chips.|These are very difficult-to-obtain...

government-developed microchips.

We're gonna have to|go back again, Brian.

I've never pushed the system this far.|It's very risky.

If we don't go to the beginning,|it'll never end.

What? What's happening?

Damn it!

Ten minutes?

That's not enough time.|Undo it.

I got news for you. "Undo" never|got programmed into the system.

What do you mean undo|never got programmed in?

I was using it on dead mice.|It didn't matter.

- Reboot it or something.|- You don't get it.

It's plugged into the entire complex,|and it's set to go.

From now on, anything that|comes in contact with that disk...

will trigger the effect.

Oh, God.|He's gonna go back...

and kill everybody.

We'll be there to stop him.

But we won't know that he knows.

But we know now.

But it won't be us now.|It'll be us then, right?

Wait!

Where are you?

Where the hell are you?

Stop!

Well, hell, there you are.

Whoa.

Stop!

Stop. That woman needs help.

- I don't know. It doesn't look good.|- No, stop!

- Don't stop.|- I don't want to hit her.

Get in. He's coming in the trooper's|car. Turn around, Dad.

- There's somebody coming.|- How'd you know?

I just went through|the machine too.

Oh, my God.

- That's a police car.|- I know. The cop's dead. He shot him.

He's right.|The driver is a killer.

- Bob, let's go.|- Not in reverse!

Oh, God.

Hang on!

Move!

Go faster! Come on!

Get down!

Look out!

Hang on!

Aah! You b*tch.

What happened?

You sent this kid back|through your machine, Brian.

Yes.

He told me|he's gone through it.

That machine has got|to be destroyed.

We go back one more time.

Back to the beginning, so that none|of this could happen again. You got it?

Sixty minutes.

A tremendous strain on the system.

This whole place is gonna blow.

That'll be after we're long gone.

Come on.

I thought you two|would show up pretty soon.

How'd you get in?

Hell, you showed me.

Don't you remember?

You don't, do you?

The only one that would|is that little kid, I guess.

He's out of the picture|entirely now.

What do you want now, Frank?

Well, I'll tell you.

Brian, that is a damn amazing machine|you got there...

and I've been thinking|about all the fun I can have with it.

You know what I could do?|I could kill the both of you...

zap myself back ten minutes|and kill you again...

and again and again and again!

Not a very noble ambition.|You should aim higher, you bastard.

Hell.

Rayanne's gone, and I just want|to have a little fun.

But you know what?

I'm not familiar with that procedure.|You're gonna have to explain it to me.

I won't.

Well, I'm sorry to say, sir...

you don't have a choice.

It's all up to you, Brian.

How much time do you want?

Oh, a couple hours.

I mean, it's not my nature|to be greedy, Brian.

- Time's a-wasting!|- Brian, don't.

Sit down!

Son of a b*tch!

Now, Brian...

don't be no stupid fool now...

try to be a hero.

- Okay.|- Come on.

Don't worry about the b*tch.|Give me the goddamn thing.

Come on.

Punch in the time|and hit enter.

You're a bright guy.|Figure it out.

What do I do? I press two hours|and enter at the same time?

You'd look damn good...

strapped to the hood of my car.

Howdy.

Got a little car trouble there,|huh, honey?

Nope.

No?|Sure looks like it.

Sure you don't need anything?

I sure don't.

All right.

Can't say I didn't try.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Uh-uh.

Now you take care of yourself, lady.

What the hell's that about?

What seems to be|the problem, ma'am?

Hi. My name's Karen Warren. I work|with the Chicago Police Department.

Need a lift?

I don't care what you did,|and I don't care who you made love to.

It's just you and me now.|This money's for you and me, baby!

Come on now, honey.

Come on.|Put that gun away.

Now, you ain't gonna shoot me, Rayanne.|I know that.

'Cause you love me.

Drop the gun, ma'am.|Drop it.

- This doesn't look good.|- No, I think you're right.

- Let's go.|- Let's go on down.

All right, ma'am,|put your hands over your head.

Ma'am, I'm gonna|have to ask you to step away.

Ain't nothing you can do here.|It's all over.

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