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Marcus is gonna come by

and pick up the photo for safekeeping.

- Wait... Wait a second.

- I am not going to repeat myself!

The three of you are going

to sit right there,

just like that on the couch

so I know you're behaving.

And you tell no one about this.

We wouldn't want anyone messing

with our little golden goose here?

Now, would we?

I want 50%.

You take a zero off that number.

That still makes you a very lucky man.

Yeah.

I feel real lucky.

We didn't agree to this.

- You should have talked to us, man.

- I did my best, okay?

We're still going to get some money.

He's going to be making a lot of bets.

It'll be fine.

What happens when the guy above him

gets wise to what's going on?

How many more scary motherfuckers

are gonna show up here

looking for a piece of this?

Ivan's smart.

He's not going to f*** this up.

Oh, that's very reassuring.

It's unbelievable.

Where's the photo from yesterday?

Wait, you're not seriously going to paint

at a time like this, are you?

Yeah. I mean, what else

am I supposed to do?

We obviously have no control

over what's happening.

He's keeping the photos.

For safekeeping.

No! That is totally unacceptable.

Call him right now. Call him.

Tell him we'll put up the results on

the window, but we're keeping the photo.

Are you a f***ing child?

You're aware of who's on the other end

of this phone, right?

I'm gonna make some tea, babe.

Do you want anything?

You know, you were always

doing the paintings.

You were just seeing

what you'd already done.

I know. I'm aware of that, Callie.

That's what's so maddening.

I painted them in the future.

Now I can't see the photograph,

I end up not painting.

- Jasper?

- What?

Can't you just, like, sneak a photo

of the Polaroid when it pops up?

Just grab one on the phone?

Since you don't see the picture today,

there won't be a painting

for me to photograph tomorrow.

There will be, if you agree

to take the f***in' photograph.

Look, man, I mean... If your decisions

are gonna continue to dictate my future,

can you at least make one

that benefits me?

And risk my neck being broken

just 'cause you can't find your mojo?

F*** that. Can't you just

be happy with the money?

No. I can't, Jasper.

I don't give a sh*t about the money.

At this point,

I'd rather call the police,

or fill a bucket of water and spill it

all over your precious machine.

Is that a f***in' threat?

No, it's not.

But you can't ignore the fact that...

some of us aren't making out

on this deal very well.

I'll see what I can do.

There's a painting. Thank the Lord.

How about thank the Jasper?

- What now?

- Oh, it's just it's kind of strange.

Doesn't look like something

I would normally paint.

It looks like you did it in a hurry.

See? That paint's still dripping.

- Maybe it's a warning.

- About what?

Maybe something bad's about to happen.

You're sending us a warning. Look.

We look scared, right?

And I'm staring up at that painting.

I'm trying to tell myself something.

I mean, we don't look happy,

but the situation isn't exactly ideal.

No. You said it yourself, Finn.

That's not something you'd normally paint.

Yeah, but art's weird, man. I'm just...

I'm glad that there's something

on the canvas.

Just relax, Jasper.

What if Jasper is right?

What if something terrible

is gonna happen tomorrow?

Then we wouldn't be in the photo, right?

We'd have left.

Okay. Why don't we?

- What, leave?

- Yeah. We can pack our bags and just go.

Well, and what? Just...

leave Jasper to deal

with everything on his own?

He wouldn't care. He'd be fine.

That machine over there, I mean...

We can't just walk away from it when

there's still hope for things to work out.

I don't see why we'd do that.

Okay. I trust you.

Besides, you have to admit,

this machine, it's working magic on you.

What can I say? I like being a muse.

Bye.

Hey, Joe.

- You on duty tonight?

- Actually, yesterday was my last shift,

so I'm just dropping off the keys.

- Last shift?

- Yeah, man. Movin' up to the big time.

Oh, sh*t.

Congratulations. That's great. Awesome.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah. Yep.

Oh, oh, hey.

Let me give you one of my cards.

Let's have a drink sometime.

Yeah.

- Stay in touch, man.

- You too, Joe.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Marcus just caught me

talking to Big Joe.

- What the f*** happened?

- Well, nothing happened.

It's just... It's Big Joe's last night,

so he gives me his card.

- What did Marcus do?

- He made a phone call. He drove off.

Motherfucking sh*t f***!

Well, wait. Can't we just tell them

it wasn't anything?

No, 'cause he's not gonna believe us.

All right. It's okay. It's okay

because I f***ing planned for this.

- I hid weapons around the house.

- Wait, what?

Only because you made

that f***ing skull painting, okay?

You have to make that painting

before the camera goes off.

Make the f***ing painting!

Okay. I'm sorry.

You hid weapons in our house?

- Yes, I hid weapons in our f***ing house.

- Why did you hide weapons?

Do you know who the f***

these people are?

- What exactly did you hide?

- Just sit still and calm down.

- No, I'm very worried about this.

- Just sit still and calm down!

What happens after the picture

gets taken?

- We wait.

- We just sit here and wait?

They'll come in, ask us some questions.

And if it goes well, that'll be that.

What if it doesn't go well?

Finn?

There's a hammer under the couch.

He was just the building's rent-a-cop.

Then why is this

a police officer's card?

Well, he just became one. All right?

He was dropping off his keys.

It was his last shift.

I didn't tell him anything about you

or the machine, so...

I would love to believe that.

Unfortunately,

I...

can't afford to trust you.

What... What's he looking for?

Maybe I can help?

She's your girlfriend, yes?

Yes,

maybe you can help.

Okay.

Now let's see if we can

remember anything new.

I see you.

Boyfriend. Adrenaline.

Mind racing.

Trust me. You're not fast enough.

There is an easy way out of this,

and that's just to answer

my f***in' questions.

- Please don't!

- You're gonna die.

Why do I feel a total lack of concern?

Because you haven't seen

tomorrow's photo yet.

It shows your murder.

And who kills me? You?

He does.

Maybe it's for the money.

You must have a fortune

in winnings already.

Keys.

You should slide your chair

over this way.

I'm serious. Once he sees that photo,

he's gonna aim through that window

and shoot you in the back.

Smart move.

Where's Jasper?

Marcus, where's Jasp...

Where is he?

Jasper, f***in' stop!

Hello? Hi, Mrs. Anderson.

No, it was Callie. She...

She burned her hand on the stove.

Yeah, everything's fine.

Thank you. Bye now.

Okay.

Oh, God.

- Okay.

- Okay. Got it.

We can't leave them in here

forever, you know.

No sh*t. It's just for now.

- All right. What's next?

- Next?

Next I go get my money from Ivan's.

Thank you for cleaning up

the living room.

You mean the blood?

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