The One Page #3

The party line.

What do you think would happen?

Some people think you'd explode,

some people think you'd implode.

You're missing one.

Some people think you'd become a god.

That's the one.

The man you've been seeing,

the "you, " he was an MVA agent.

Once he was forced to defend himself

against himself in another universe.

Killed him.

In doing so, part of the other life's energy

transferred to him.

Made him stronger.

Made all of you stronger.

Each time he kills one of you,

the energy divides among the survivors.

So, I'm next?

You're the last.

You and him are it.

I don't want any part of this.

You don't have a choice.

First choice, give up. Second choice, die.

Third choice.

So, if everything you say is true...

... what happens to me?

Nobody's got all the answers.

I don't believe you. Stay away.

I'm alone now.

I'm here to help you.

Sir, I have to ask you to hold it right there.

I said freeze, a**hole!

Don't you people ever learn?

Clear.

Let them have a look first.

I have to do my girl stuff.

Thanks.

TV is on.

Yeah, I left it on.

When I got the call about Gabe, I just ran.

Grabbed my jacket, rushed downstairs.

I'll turn it off.

Bobby?

I appreciate you being here with me

and I don't want to sound rude, but...

... can I have a little privacy?

Sorry, T. K.

I'll be right outside.

Thanks.

I told you it's not wasted space.

You all right?

- I'm afraid.

- Me, too.

Is it safe to come down?

No, there are sheriffs all over.

I need my gun.

I left it at the hospital.

I need a weapon.

Yeah, okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

They can see inside.

I'm just gonna pull the shade.

Jesus. Did you ever think

when we met that day at the bookstore...

... we'd be in this kind of mess?

Even if I knew, I still would have come in.

It wasn't a bookstore.

Just so you know,

I'm going to take that gun...

... and kill you

before you can pull the trigger.

There's nothing you can do

except give it to me.

Gabe, drop it!

Drop it now!

Drop it!

Get in!

Hey, knock it off!

- You're acting like him.

- I am him!

Without her.

My grandfather taught me

the energy of life goes in a circle...

... in a perfect flow, balanced.

He said, until I find my center...

... my circle would never be whole.

That day, I first saw her in the clinic...

... l came in with a dog

that was hit by a car.

I knew right away she was my center.

She made me whole.

How do I kill him?

In an hour, there's a forecasted

wormhole opening. Three-minute window.

He's attuned to your life wave.

He'll try to find you, kill you,

and get back to the hole.

That's where we get him.

Get him? Kill him!

Kill him?

You're serious?

My own design.

Highly modified M-590,

hand- portable system.

Fires 25 smart rounds per second.

Multiple tracking modes,

plus the latest countermeasures.

Each round carries an explosive warhead

with selectable fuse delays.

Tracks, enters, pauses. 1 microseconds,

then "Boom! "

Mixto rojo.

And this is his little brother.

Hasn't worked yet.

Don't blame the tools.

I never had the go-ahead to terminate.

Let me show you how.

That'll work, too.

We kill him, then it's over.

Hey, you two!

Come on! Check that sh*t!

Let's go.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Permission to speak, sir.

I know what I have to do.

I'll never get the chance to thank you

for sguaring me away.

So, thank you, sir.

I'm calling the cops.

Just making sure you know, if we kill him--

You have to kill me. Kill me! I don't care.

As long as he's dead, I don't care.

If we kill him...

... there's a chance, some say,

this whole universe could go with him.

The Chinese guy

was tearing the place apart.

Wormhole ETA:
ten minutes.

That vicinity.

He's here.

Sh*t. Take cover!

It's a bomb! Don't breathe for 20 seconds

after the blast!

Yulaw!

You came here for me.

Now I'm here for you.

After this, there will be only one.

I won't be The One, but neither will you.

Sh*t! Three minutes.

Thirty seconds!

Sh*t.

Gabe, get out! Get out!

Get out!

That's him.

Scanning, RHV 579. Confirm.

Send him where he belongs.

Destination:

Stygian Penal Colony, Hades Universe.

Wormhole opens in one minute.

No, stop!

That's him, that's Yulaw.

Wormhole opens in 30 seconds.

Get him out!

Wormhole opens in 20 seconds.

Wormhole opens in ten, nine...

... eight, seven...

... six, five, four, three, two...

... one.

Wormhole opened.

That man doesn't leave this room.

Sir, he assisted in Yulaw's capture.

He's from an uninitiated universe

with no travel passport.

He goes back.

He can't go back.

They'll lock him up for life.

He will be cared for, watched over.

Like the other.

Balance will be preserved.

The wormhole closes in 40 seconds!

- Sir, permission to speak--

- Permission denied.

That order is bullshit!

It doesn't matter.

Take him!

I know where he has to go.

I have to send you where you belong.

It's procedure.

Coordinates accepted.

'Bye, Gabe.

Wormhole opens in...

... five, four, three...

... two, one.

Look out!

Hey, you all right?

Ollie?

Excuse me, I have a....

What happened?

Car.

Do I know you?

- Fresh fish.

- Got a pretty mouth.

I am Yulaw! I'm nobody's b*tch.

You are mine.

I don't need to know you.

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