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Thank you for cleaning up the blood

that could have been mine?

You're welcome.

- Babe...

- Don't!

- I'm just trying to make sure you're okay.

- Do I look okay?

- What can I do?

- Why don't you go paint?

Holy hell.

I know, right?

And this is just the start.

Jasper.

I think... I think we should leave.

Split the money, get out of the country,

get on the other side of it,

get away from the machine.

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

The safest place on Earth is right here.

As long as we see ourselves

in that photo every day,

we know we're alive tomorrow.

- Callie and I, we...

- We what?

You know.

All I know is that Jasper

saved my life tonight.

I'm going to bed.

Jasper, can you give me

something to sleep?

Thank you.

Callie.

Callie. Callie!

Hello. I'm Dr. Heidecker.

Forgive the hour and my appearance.

Well, how can I help you?

Henry Bezzerides is a colleague of mine.

Does he live in the apartment

across the way?

Yeah. Yes, he does.

I knocked. There was no answer.

What's going on?

A Dr. Hei... Heidecker is here.

She's looking for Mr. Bezzerides.

Did you tell her that he moved out

a couple months ago?

Did he give you his hat before he left?

So we... we found his journal,

and from what we've read,

I guess he saw something bad.

- I know. I know. He sent me a letter.

- He tried to change it.

After Henry retired,

he kept me up on his experiments.

To be honest, I didn't think

they'd amount to much.

- Poor Henry.

- Yep.

Don't f*** with time.

Well... you think time did this?

That he was somehow punished

for trying to change the future?

Well, what else would do that

to someone?

Thorium gas would be my first guess.

You see the coil over there?

I'm guessing he was stretching for it

up on that shelf there

when he knocked over the canister.

It's just an accident, his death.

That's all. Nothing more.

I suspect...

he was panicked

whilst in the process of...

trying to... avoid this.

You see his hat on the couch and what

looks like his blood on the window?

It seems that he met

an unpleasant end, but...

clearly this photograph,

which takes place tomorrow...

had nothing to do with him at all.

Oh, it's ironic.

Tomorrow?

How could he have taken the photo when the

camera only shoots one day ahead of time?

Why, I don't know where you're getting

your data, but I believe you're mistaken.

This letter's postmarked a week ago,

so he had to have taken the photo

at least that far in advance.

A week? How could he have...

how could he have mailed the photo?

You're telling me you can shoot

a photo whenever you want?

No. I don't know about

"whenever you want."

Evidently, Henry had moved

past the initial tests

and had got it to look further.

Do you think you could

change the settings?

No.

Henry shared his results with me,

but not his methods.

I don't know any more

about the controls than you do.

That's too bad.

That lady didn't mean us any harm.

What about the gun in her hand?

She wasn't going to use it.

You don't f***ing know that, okay?

And if I didn't act, then Callie

would be waking up to our dead bodies!

At the very least,

the police would have shown up.

Sounds like Jasper

was just trying to protect us.

Well, you were not there.

Ready for your big moment?

Hell, yes.

Do you want me to go over there

and make sure you've got it right?

Yeah.

What's tomorrow's look like?

Hey, Callie?

Is that tomorrow's photo?

Well, fine. I don't want to see it.

Can we please... pack one

of your bags and let's leave?

You're not going anywhere.

Did you not hear Dr. Heidecker?

She said it was an accident,

so that means things can change.

And I think I'm going to take my chances

with that, so please, come on.

Go ahead.

Commit suicide.

But don't kill your girlfriend

in the process.

What...

You're in the photo?

- Okay, fine. Let me see it.

- No.

Oh, rip the Band-Aid off already.

How's she doing? What is she doing?

She's passed out.

She was distraught.

I gave her something...

to take the edge off.

Oh, man.

It was so good when it was good.

We had such a cool relationship.

- Sorry, man.

- Oh, it's not your fault. It's my fault.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I got this a year ago.

And I couldn't pull the trigger.

- Why's that?

- You were right. I was scared.

Coward.

I mean, I'm not a painter.

I'm a glorified janitor.

And she deserves more than that.

I mean, I wanted to be more than that.

- I get it.

- No.

No.

I've been blaming you

in my head for all of this.

And who knows? Maybe it was me

that was making the decisions, secretly.

You know, just...

sabotaging everything out of fear.

Maybe there's a way to fix this still.

- I think it's too late.

- Yeah.

You know,

I'm actually starting

to like that smell.

I mean, how f***ed up is that?

When I saw the suitcase,

I knew you'd left the program.

And I don't give a f***

what Dr. Heiden-schmeiden says.

You don't f*** with time.

I need you alive at least one more day.

If I have to drug you

and put you on that sofa myself,

so help me, I will.

Here.

That should keep you warm.

All right.

Oh, God.

Help!

Help me! Somebody help me!

Okay.

The gun.

Goddamn it, Jasper.

I paint this today,

but you saw it two weeks ago.

Did I send you down here?

Why would I do that?

Thank you.

Who the f*** is this?

You motherf***er!

Don't you dare! I'll f***ing

kill you and wear your skin!

Well, if you do that,

the bucket's gonna fall.

Get Callie and give her the phone.

Stop pushing me.

Take it.

- Callie, can you see me?

- Hello?

Jasper knocked me out last night,

and he locked me in the storage unit.

- What?

- He's going to kill you.

No, he would never...

Give me the phone.

If you don't put that bucket down,

I'm gonna blow her brains

all over this f***ing window!

You're gonna kill us anyway.

You're gonna kill me

if I put the bucket down or not.

There's only one way out of this.

We walk away. If we walk away,

you get to keep your machine.

Hurry up! This bucket is getting heavy!

Give Callie the phone.

Callie...

I want you to look

in Jasper's hoodie pocket.

He has something of yours,

something I got a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I haven't

been there for you.

It's okay. You are now.

Take the gun.

Take it away from Jasper.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Give it to me.

Now back up.

Over there.

Whatever you say.

- I'll be there in 30 seconds.

- Okay.

Hang on.

Goddamn it.

Pack. Quickly.

You know what? Maybe this'll

keep you warm at night.

- Where will you go?

- Far.

We're going to need some of this.

- Take as much as you want.

- Yeah, you could always make more, right?

Don't forget your ring.

Oh, my God. I really killed him.

- You had no choice.

- Hey.

Come sit down. Are you okay?

- I'm going to get you some ice.

- Okay, but we need to go.

Oh, my God.

Look. The photo... it changed!

Oh, thank God.

When I saw that photo

of you two together...

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