The Deaths of Ian Stone

Come on!

What?

What? Are you kidding?

Nice shot!

Oh, are you freaking blind?

What the hell, man. I was open.

Bullshit. You were both covered.

Thought I got the shot off on time.

Yeah, right.

Hey!

Come on. There's two seconds

left on the clock.

Scoreboard's broken.

We got the official time on the ice.

Game's over.

Prick.

Hi.

Hey, Jenny.

I was starting to get worried

you were never going

to come outside.

So was I.

I almost didn't.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Aside from the sudden desire

to slit my wrists,

I think I'll make it to Monday.

I'm sorry.

Mm, it's all right.

I'll be fine.

Hey.

Do you want a ride?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

Okay.

What are you thinking about?

I'm just freakin' blowing it.

The last second.

Lan.

It's a game.

I know, it's a game.

But...

It's pointless. It's over with.

Come on. Talk about it.

You know how it is.

You ever have a day

where just everyth...

everything's going wrong?

Yeah, sometimes.

That's today.

That's this day.

What happened?

Well, you saw the scoreboard

stop, right?

Yeah. Everyone saw that.

That's what I'm saying.

That doesn't happen.

Uh, that's...

Today has just been...

Something's just been off.

It's not right all day.

Baby.

Baby, you sound a bit crazy.

I know. It's because I am crazy.

You know, I bet I can make you

forget all about it.

I'd better go.

Call me later, okay?

Hey, I'm crazy about you.

I've heard.

Good night.

Good night.

Bye.

Hey!

Ah, come on.

No!

Hello.

Hello.

Lan.

You manage to look

at those spreadsheets

that I sent down?

Spreadsheets.

Yeah.

I was actually just getting to those...

next.

Marcus wants the client bios

for the presentation by 6:00.

Thanks much.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm s... I'm sorry.

I'm just spacing. Hi.

Hi.

Back on the pipe again, huh?

No. No. I actually quit yesterday.

Good for you.

Baby steps.

Ready for some bad news?

Uh-uh.

Purchasing want reports

on each of these.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Do me a favor.

Anything.

Kill me now.

But then I wouldn't get

to pass this sh*t off on you

and generally make

your existence a living hell.

So that's

all I'm good for.

Well, I guess I'd miss

seeing your pretty

little face every day.

So you're still heading home

to your folks for the weekend?

Yep.

Well, you don't sound

so enthused.

Well, I could do without

my mum's yearly

"Why aren't you married with three kids

like your sisters?" lecture.

- Do me a favor.

- Anything.

Shoot me if I turn into my sisters.

Yeah, but, see, then I wouldn't get

to see your pretty little face.

Hey, have a good one, Carl.

Just try and keep yourself calm.

- He was just going crazy.

- Call in, then.

- Yeah, yeah, loosen his collar.

- Try and stay as still as you can.

All right. Stay with us. Try and breathe.

Does anyone know who he is?

He's getting worse.

Looks like he's having

a heart attack or something.

It's just me.

Sorry, Medea.

- Mmm, so tired.

- Yeah.

Mmm. I just came straight home

and went to sleep.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Did you remember my dry cleaning?

- Sh*t!

- Lan, I reminded you twice.

I know. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Idiot.

And I bought you a present.

- Did you?

- Mm-hmm.

You don't deserve it.

Do you want it now?

Or later?

Let's go with later.

Later's good.

All right, then, you have

to promise me that you'll like it.

I cross my heart,

and I hope to die.

- Stick a needle in your eye.

- In my eye.

This thing is heavy.

How much did you spend on this?

- Only my life savings.

- Oh, good.

- Open it!

- Okay.

That's beautiful, babe.

You're always running late.

I thought you might like it.

I do. I love it. It's great.

It's got a timer on it and everything.

There are loads of other functions.

The woman in the shop said that.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. It's fine. I like it.

What's wrong?

I...

I watched a man die today.

What?

On the way home from work,

right in front of me.

And I just shared an elevator

with the guy, you know?

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah.

And this other guy

was standing over him.

And at first it looked like

he was there to help, I thought.

But then, uh...

What?

I don't know.

I don't know. I guess

I don't know what I saw.

Weird part is,

the guy that was helping him

reminded me of this hockey ref

who used to hassle me.

You never told me

you played hockey.

Of course I did.

Club team in college.

I told you a million times.

No, you definitely didn't.

No, I definitely did.

I'll get my yearbook.

There you go. Number 17.

Yeah.

Number 17's very cute,

but it's not you.

Huh?

That should be me.

All right.

So I never played hockey.

Problem is, I'm remembering

something that never happened.

Maybe something's wrong

with me, you know?

I don't know. Do you think

something's wrong with you?

No. I mean, I feel fine.

But you gotta admit, having memories

of sh*t that never happened...

Come on. Doesn't that

strike you as bizarre?

Nothing bizarre

ever happens to you.

I'm serious, Medea.

You don't think this is a little nuts?

Lan, you're speaking to a girl whose

parents named her after a witch

- who killed her own children.

- That's right.

You'll forgive me if there are

few things that strike me

as being a little nuts.

Something's not right.

Lan, I'm going to bed.

You should come, too.

He knows.

It's too late.

Lan, you're gonna be late.

Son of a b*tch!

One day, you might actually

try getting up on time.

And not risk getting fired?

How much fun would that be?

Stop! Stop the bus!

Stop the bus!

Stop the bus, please. Sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- No, I need to talk to you.

- I don't have any money. I have none.

- Look... Please, Ian... Ian...

Please! If you don't listen

to me, you'll be killed.

Come on. We need to go

somewhere safe. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Do I... Do I know you?

Your watch stopped.

Your watch.

After you left for work this morning,

it stopped, didn't it?

Whenever a clock stops, they're coming.

Who?

You know.

I'm sorry. I don't know

what you're talking about.

Listen, you're a smart boy.

Don't let denial

get in the way of that.

- Who the hell are you?

- That's not important.

- No. You know what? That is important.

- They're hunting you, Ian.

Since yesterday afternoon at 5:00,

when you woke up and this life started.

- "When this life started. " Okay.

- Yes. Yes.

They created it for you.

Yesterday, at 5:
03,

you found yourself

a year out of university,

stuck in an office,

- trussed up in a jacket and tie you hate.

- Don't touch me!

Before that, you were a hockey player

in a small university.

Wait a minute. Hockey.

That happened?

Yes. And before that,

you were someone else.

No, no... Just listen to me.

If they kill you, this is

gonna happen all over again.

No, it won't. If they kill me,

I'll be dead.

You won't die.

They've been murdering you

every day.

Always at different times,

different places, different lives.

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