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dosed with lethal amounts of radiation

that... you know,

could've killed Mr. "B."

Okay, Negative Nancy, but...

what if we could use this thing?

How?

Remember how Mr. "B" took a photo

of himself holding that sign?

What if we put up,

like... the newspaper?

- We would know what happens in the future.

- Yeah, the newspaper, Jasper?

What are you thinking?

Arts and Entertainment?

Or are you thinking the race results?

Well, what if? I mean, think about

how much money we could make.

Callie...

I foretell that tonight

is your last night waiting tables.

And instead, you can pursue

writing full time.

Callie?

No! Absolutely not!

We're go... We're calling the police.

Finn, I foretell that you live the rest

of your life in pathetic obscurity

and die penniless and insane.

- I'm serious, Jasper.

- So am I.

Does it look like the cops are here?

That people are buzzing about

the charred corpse in the storage unit?

Everything looks fine.

Look, if we reported it, we probably

wouldn't have had the party anyway.

We'd have canceled it altogether.

We can't cancel it. It's Dave

and Sharon's engagement party.

That's what I'm saying.

Obviously, we don't report it tonight.

There is a dead f***ing st...

rotting corpse in the storage unit.

You can't smell anything as long

as we keep the door closed.

It's been down there a week.

What's one more day?

Look.

We let the party happen,

we look at tomorrow's photo, and...

if it shows the cops taking our testimony

and sh*t, I'll call 'em myself.

I have to admit. I am kind of curious

to see one more photo.

All right. Fine. One day. But...

One day.

- What time is it?

- Twenty till.

Well, just in case tomorrow's photo

shows the end of the world...

I'm going to enjoy myself.

Do you want to dance?

And he adopts

his classic glazed-over look.

What?

You son of a b*tch.

Guys! Guys!

- I'm a f***ing genius.

- I know, but look at that painting.

Holy sh*t!

I know. I mean, the camera

sees my work before I do it.

It's just incredible. I don't have

to be blocked anymore!

I'm in.

Yes!

Yes.

You're up early. What time is it?

How about we start with what year is it?

Oh, so you can write

in a dead man's journal,

but I'm not allowed to wear his hat?

This isn't poetry, Jasper.

I'm making our to-do list.

If we're really going through with this,

we need to start making it look

like Mr. B's still around.

I mean, this is actually happening?

What are you talking about, bro?

It already happened. It's done.

Well, I mean, we could

just not go through with it.

Actually, I think we have to.

If I understand this correctly,

this is how it works.

The camera spits out a photo

of us in the future.

Then we go about our day

making a series of decisions

that lead up until that moment.

But...

if we deviate from those decisions,

then this photo never happened.

Which means "us," the people who saw

the original photo, can't go forward.

Because our futures don't exist anymore.

What do you mean "can't go forward"?

I mean, are we 100% sure

that's how he died?

No, but... do you really want

to test it and find out?

So it's agreed then.

We got to do what's in the photo.

Okay, all right, fine.

We have to do this tonight.

But we're talking about

not reporting a dead body.

I'm pretty sure if anybody found out,

Jasper, that's jail time.

Okay, but nobody's going to find out.

I was over there this morning

to make a list.

All we have to do is bring in

his newspapers, water the plants.

We should probably move his car

so it doesn't get any more tickets.

I found a couple pieces of mail.

Maybe a couple bills,

so I should probably post them.

Well, you seem to have everything

figured out.

Dude. Just relax, man.

The risk is so minimal,

it's almost nonexistent.

All we have to do is make sure

that storage unit door stays closed,

and... we become rich.

And you get your paintings.

Yeah.

Come on. Come on. Come on, Bobcat!

F***, yes! F***, yes!

All right, let's go. It's almost 8:00.

Wait. Do we have to be exactly as we were?

I don't want to change anything.

I don't know. Is this right?

Just smile and say good-bye

to your day jobs, guys.

I mean, we can check the photo.

It's right there.

Henry? Henry, are you there?

It's Joyce. I received your letter.

Could you check in please

when you have time?

I truly hope you're okay.

Hey, Finn!

- Hey, Joe. How's it going?

- Hey, what's going on with the old man?

I see Callie coming around here

in the mornings.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

He's sick in the hospital.

We just come by to water his plants

and look after the place for him.

Hospital? Is it serious?

Yeah, it's pretty serious. They're still

trying to figure out what he has.

Damn. It's good you guys

are looking after the place.

Yeah. I mean, we don't mind, so...

But I better get back to it.

No, dude. We're over here tonight

because we're not in the photo

from last night. It's that simple.

Well, it's not like fate decided it. I mean,

presumably, we made decisions yesterday

that made us end up here today.

All right, my brain just kinda melted

a bit. What was the original question?

The question is,

if you could choose something

to show up in the next photo, anything,

what would you choose to see?

I'm a little ashamed at how good

it felt to buy this dress.

Back to the question.

Easy.

I want a pile of money so big

that I'm f***in' buried in it.

You are so predictable.

Me? What about you?

We all know what you wanna see most.

A rock. So you and Finn

don't have to keep living in sin.

Whatever.

- You hear that, Finn?

- What?

You're off the hook.

Oh, he's just daydreaming about

two paintings a day instead of one.

Well, I don't know.

Just give a guy a second here.

I need to think.

I never get tired of that sound.

Finn.

All right, come on, guys.

It's not like I want to do this.

Okay, then let's not do it!

Do I need to remind you about the roasted

dead guy in our basement?

We got to do

what's in the photo, right, bro?

How the hell did this happen?

I don't know. Maybe it's a f***ing dare.

- Maybe we're drunk.

- Maybe it was an accident.

It's a f***ing lip lock.

We didn't just bump into each other.

Say something, Finn.

We should destroy that machine.

What? We can't do that.

I know.

It's too late.

It doesn't matter why we do this.

For all intents and purposes,

it already happened.

I mean...

I'm in the room.

I don't look mad or pissed.

The painting's coming out great.

Yeah. The painting's coming out great.

You probably asked us to do it

for inspiration or something.

We're all friends. And we just need

to trust that it's going to be okay.

F***! What the f*** was that for?

That's for kissing

my girlfriend tomorrow.

T-minus one hour,

in case you were wondering.

Please, stop counting down

like it's a f***ing shuttle launch.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I told you

Crab Apple was a sure thing.

He just needed a few more races.

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