The Butterfly Effect 3: Revelations Page #3

Tell me where you were!

The night they were killed,

I thought of stopping by the house.

Rebecca called me and told me

her parents were out of town.

I saw you and Elizabeth talking outside.

I thought I should steer clear.

She hadn't told you about us.

I went home, and that was that.

I was cleared of all charges.

Yeah. Let's just say

your name's been added back

to the suspect pool.

I'm all for antidiscrimination.

Hell, I made my living at it.

Come on, Sam.

Lonnie, what happened?

Stop it.

When did this happen?

You don't remember?

I forget things sometimes.

I get confused. I get mixed up.

"Hey, Lonnie, let's get together.

Let's have a drink."

And then one drink turns into 20 drinks,

and then you get a cab that night.

How long ago was this?

June 6th, 2003.

It was five years after the...

God.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You know, for the longest time,

I was convinced

you killed the Brown sisters.

- Me?

- Yeah.

Rebecca was always afraid

you'd find out about us.

She always thought

you were watching her.

You know, waiting

around the corner, spying.

Did you kill them, Sam?

No.

I didn't.

I spent years teaching you to use your gift,

and now you've created

the Pontiac Killer.

Sh*t, man.

- I can fix it, though.

- Good.

If I just jump back to the night Rebecca

and Elizabeth were killed,

except an hour earlier this time.

Well, that's not going to work.

I'll tell you,

you go back to a time

that you've already jumped,

you're going to end up

frying your brain.

Hey, hey, hey, don't sniff that.

Unless you really want to lie on the floor

here paralyzed for the next hour.

That right there... that's Burundanga.

It's the Devil's Breath.

And you grow this because...

It's f***ing Detroit, man.

Put a few of those under my window.

Cheaper than buying a burglar alarm.

Okay, so what if I go back

four hours before the murders?

Won't work.

Goldburg, I've created a serial killer.

I have to stop him.

Okay. Here's what you can do.

You said there's eight murders, right?

Okay. So go back to the next one,

victim number three.

- Well, wait. What about Elizabeth?

- No, no, no. Stop. Stop.

You got to stick to the rules.

Stick to the rules.

Just observe. Observe.

Like you always do.

This victim number three...

it's nobody you know, right?

Right.

Good.

Then you ID the killer.

I mean, beyond the shadow

of a frickin' doubt.

Then you go to the police,

drop them a note, turn him in.

And then there's just one more thing.

You'll be altering...

the course of events significantly.

So when you get back...

That is, if it worked.

When you come back...

No, thank you.

Sh*t, I lost my train of thought.

What were we talking about?

It's okay, Goldburg. I think I got it.

I come back,

the serial killer's behind bars.

Serial killer. That's right.

Yeah. That's it.

Behind the bars. Yeah. That's good.

Thanks, Goldburg. You're brilliant.

Brilliant. Yeah, okay.

Thought you were going to say "sexy."

That's okay. No problem.

Still going to have a good day.

Hey, wait. Don't forget.

Jenna put in an order.

I can't get over there today.

Nice of you to show up.

Mmm. Cleaned up?

No I didn't.

What's this?

Victim number three, Anita Barnes.

Sam, no.

It's okay. I don't know her.

This is business as usual.

I pop back and ID the perp.

You got to be kidding me.

I'm not letting you do this.

Every time you go back, people die.

Can't you learn that?

Police don't have any leads.

I'm the only one who can stop him.

Think this through, Sam.

How bad does it have to get?

I can fix this.

I'm not helping you this time.

Sam...

Oh, Goldburg says hi.

Okay, victim number three.

Anita Barnes.

September 5th, 2000.

Anita Barnes, victim number three.

Just watch. Just watch.

Just watch.

Jesus.

She's my soul mate.

God.

Get up! Get the f*** up, b*tch!

Nobody's going to hear you!

No!

No!

Shut the f*** up!

I swear I will f***ing kill you!

Shut the f*** up!

Don't look at me! Don't look at me!

Don't look at me.

No!

You hear me? Do you hear me?

Do you f***ing hear me?

- Say, "Yes, I hear you. Yes, I hear you."

- Yes! Yes!

I will f***ing snap your neck!

Turn...

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! You hear me?

Shut the f*** up! Open...

Oh, sh*t! I can't.

I can't.

I can't do this.

- I'm sorry.

- What?

I didn't even say the safe word.

- I can't do this.

- But you were doing great!

I know. It's just...

I can't get hard when you're screaming

and crying like that.

- It's upsetting. I just...

- You know I'm enjoying this!

I know. It's just...

Cosmo said if we treat this like a game,

we can have fun with this.

I know what Cosmo says, okay?

I can't do it. I mean,

we need to do something.

- Otherwise, how are we going to spice...

- I know.

You remind me all the time, okay?

But this sh*t is weird.

- It feels wrong.

- Why?

- Because I'm enjoying it.

- But I'm enjoying it, too.

I shouldn't enjoy raping you.

That's crazy.

You're completely overanalyzing this.

Okay, I know. Every time I start thinking,

I can't get hard.

It's, like, f***ing up my vibe.

And now my mind's

racing a million mi...

I just...

You know what?

Don't worry. It's okay.

Just go get the accommodator.

- What the f***?

- I can explain this.

What are you doing in the closet,

you pervert?

- I'm the pervert?

- Yes, you...

I want you out of here,

pendejo, or I'll call the cops.

What the f*** you talking about, man?

You rent my couch, you pay me.

You don't pay me, you find

somewhere else to sleep, pendejo.

Fine, man. I'll be out of here.

Don't worry.

I'll be out of here next week

or the week before last.

Two days ago. F*** you.

Goldburg, open up.

Goldburg, open up.

It's me, Sam.

Goldburg, open the door!

Goldburg, you in there?

Okay. Anita Barnes.

Funny.

Anita!

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Don't be scared, okay?

- Get away from me.

- I just need to ask you a few questions.

I have a restraining order against you.

- What?

- You're that perv from the closet!

Wait. No, listen.

I can explain that, okay?

I was trying to protect you,

and I think it worked.

But I need to figure out

why you're still alive.

Somebody please help!

Call the cops!

- Listen!

- Please help me!

Have you ever known somebody

named Lonnie Flennons?

- Please help!

- No, no, no!

It's okay. I know her.

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Sam, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, you're not. Look at you.

- Just pepper spray. I'm fine.

- What happened?

Nothing.

- Let me see.

- I'm fine!

Does the name Anita Barnes

mean anything to you?

You jumped without me.

Sam, do you know

how dangerous that is?

- You could drown. Your brain could boil.

- I can't just...

I don't need a lecture

from you right now, Jenna.

What I need to know...

What I need to figure out

is why Anita Barnes is still alive.

I jumped. I did.

I went back, and I was supposed

to witness her murder.

She was victim number three

of the Pontiac Killer.

- Now I come back, and it's just...

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