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Dude!

Yeah, don't get up. I got it, bro.

Damn, Finn.

This must be your best one yet.

How long you been workin' on this?

Like two, three weeks?

F*** off. Okay? I don't go to the bar

and complain when it takes you

10 minutes to make a martini.

I'm perfectly happy with where I'm at.

I just hit a little creative block.

That's all.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mrs. Anderson.

Why, yes. The building manager's

right here.

Oh, I'm sure he'd be delighted

to come over and fix your toilet.

Yeah. He's givin' me the thumbs up

right now. He'll be over in a second.

You were saying something, right?

About you being perfectly happy

with where you're at in life?

Hello.

Well, he said he was thinking

of going to art school.

And I said, "Oh, what a coincidence!

Our building manager

used to be a painter."

When you're 18,

everybody wants to be an artist.

- Where did you get that?

- Garage sale.

So weird.

I'm seeing...

I'm seeing... seashells.

Outlaw, Rambling Rose, Crab Apple.

- Crabs live in the f***ing ocean, right?

- Yes, they do.

Crab Apple. I'm betting on Crab Apple.

Hello, my lost boys.

- New sweater.

- New for me.

It's a thrift store find. You like it?

Oh, I had a little left over,

so I got these for you, babe.

It's the right kind. Camel hair, right?

Thank you. Did you get a new journal?

I knew how much you wanted them,

so I couldn't resist.

Okay, I'm going to go start dinner.

Do you guys want your favorite, lasagna?

Need some help?

Hey, Big Joe. Yes, I do. Thank you.

- Eight is really gettin' taken...

- Come on. Come on.

Come on. That's it. That's it. Come on.

You got this.

Keep f***in' running. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

- What's up?

- Hey, Big Ben.

- Come on.

- It's Joe.

Crab Apple. Crab Apple.

Come on, you little bastard! Run!

Come on! Run! Come on! F***, man!

Chill out.

Hey, Finn, the landlord called.

Mr. Bezzerides's rent is late.

Maybe he fell, and he can't get up.

He's been late before.

- Oh, the man across the way?

- Yeah.

I noticed a couple

of parking tickets on his car.

I guess he's got a couple

parking tickets on his car,

so maybe we should check on him.

And I also invited Big Joe

to stop by the party.

Okay, but I hope he doesn't wear

that tacky rent-a-cop uniform.

I thought we were just

inviting close friends.

Yeah, well, Big Joe's really cool.

And he's helping me with the chairs.

He's standing here right now.

Don't worry. I own other outfits.

I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna... go check

on Mr. Bezzerides. Okay then.

Hey, Mr. Bezzerides, are you home?

Everyone's kinda worried about you,

so I'm going to go ahead

and come inside, okay?

Mr. Bezzerides?

It was a sure thing.

No, it obviously wasn't a sure thing.

He lost, Jasper.

No, he was a sure thing

up until the moment he lost.

That makes zero sense.

What the f***?

These are shots of our living room.

Mr. "B*tch-arabies" is a peeping tom.

Yeah, I though that, too, but why

take photos of our empty living room?

Looks like he saved the best ones

for his private collection.

What is this thing?

I think it's a camera. See?

Cripes.

You think he got enough film?

What? Do I even want to know?

When did we knock over the coat rack?

Maybe it was that night we played

drunk charades. You remember.

No, he doesn't remember

'cause he passed out on the couch.

Well, I guess this explains the green light

we see over here sometimes.

Yeah, but why is this thing

bolted to the floor?

I don't know, but I don't like it.

I don't like the sound it's making either.

Or how about the half-naked photos

of me on the wall?

That's the one thing I do like

about this situation.

I knew something wasn't right

about that old man.

Hi, Mr. Kendall, this is Finn

from Sycamore Apartments.

I'm calling you back

about Mr. Bezzerides.

If you can please ring me when you get

a chance, that would be great. Thank you.

- What did the landlord say?

- I just left a voice mail.

Okay. I'm off to work.

I counted the cookies, so if any go missing,

there will be murder in this apartment.

- I'll guard 'em.

- Who's going to guard 'em from you?

It's a perfect match.

- It's got to be a coincidence.

- Maybe. Or...

Or what? The camera

took a picture ahead of time?

- Give me a break.

- I mean, just look at it.

The placement of everything, my canvass.

Your canvass has looked

like that for months.

Hey, guys...

No way.

Oh, my God.

This was last Wednesday. Remember

you broke the mug with your four-iron?

Oh, yeah, right.

Thursday. Friday we went to the movies.

Saturday we lost power, used candles.

Sunday.

Monday.

That's tonight, Tuesday.

Tomorrow.

Bullshit.

Mr. "B" invented a camera

that takes pictures of the future,

and he only used it

to look in our apartment?

- Doesn't make any sense.

- Well, maybe he's testing it.

Yeah, and this thing

isn't exactly portable.

Well, he's a scientist, so there's

got to be some sort of logs

or documentation somewhere.

Just start looking.

Will you guys listen to yourselves?

All right. Come on out, Mr. "B."

I know you're f***ing in here in the walls

or something, laughing your ass off!

All right, the jig's up!

Come on out, a**hole!

I don't think he's going to answer.

- Why?

- "November 27.

Results today:
positive function.

The machine continues to work perfectly.

However, I've seen something in the future

that is disturbing to my core.

I believe I've seen my death.

I know the cardinal rule

of time and causality...

is that one should not attempt

to change the future.

But under these circumstances,

it seems to be a risk worth taking.

If I believed in God,

I would pray today that no greater harm

will come from what I'm about to do."

Then what?

Nothing. That's the last entry,

a week ago today.

A week ago.

Seven photos. That means it was

kicking it out after he disappeared.

So it must be on a timer.

8:
00 pm.

Then why are there so many daytime ones?

Maybe it's only been taking ones

at night for the last week.

All right.

Even I have to admit this photo

is a little f***ing unsettling.

I think I know where he might be.

- Christ. What's he keeping in here?

- I don't know.

Him and the previous manager

added this door years ago.

God, please, oh, please,

don't let him be in there.

There's no way. If there was a dead body

in there, we'd be able to smell it.

- Oh, God.

- What? Is he in there?

Oh, my God. Close it, close it.

What happened to him?

It looked like he was burned.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

I mean, did you see his suit?

It was fine. It wasn't even touched.

Isn't it obvious?

I mean, you read his journal.

He broke the cardinal rule.

You don't f*** with time.

Jasper, please take his hat off.

It's my thinking cap.

What the hell is there to think about?

We need to call the police, guys.

Hang on. That could be a big mistake.

What do you mean?

I mean, we just discovered

a f***ing time-traveling camera!

We need to consider the possibilities.

Well, one possibility is we've all been

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