Retroactive - Sci-Fi Thriller 1997 English
Sorry, pal.
The exact time is 16:44...
and as you can plainly see...
the subject of retroactive experiment number 12 is plainly deceased.
Since my first 11 attempts at this experiment proved unsuccessful...
this will be my last opportunity...
being as the idiots at the Pentagon...
will be shutting this place down completely come Monday morning.
This tape will provide proof...
that I have been able to briefly reverse the flow of time.
Whatever subject passes through this machine...
will have total recollection of all that has happened.
I, however, will have no memory of these events.
The exact time is 16:44...
and as you can plainly see...
the subject of retroactive experiment number 12 is plainly deceased.
Since my first 11 attempts at this experiment proved unsuccessful...
this will be my last opportunity...
being as the idiots at the Pentagon...
will be shutting this place down completely come Monday morning.
Now, this tape will provide proof...
not only to my detractors but also to myself.
- I did it. - Because if I am right...
and I can briefly reverse the flow of time...
I will have no memory of these events.
I did it.
I did it!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I did it!
Hey, man! How're you doing, brother?
Look at them, man. They like to pay for these, don't they?
- Nobody followed you here? - All right, I'll be back.
Whoa. My money, Frank. Where's my money?
How the hell am I supposed to give you money when I gotta go get it?
I've got no money on me. That's why we're in this business.
- Have I ever screwed you over? Have I? - Yeah, you have.
Come on, that was high school. I was drunk. Leave me alone about that!
Frank, I need my money.
I'm gonna make you as rich as shit four foot up a bull's ass.
Now, come on, man! What are you doing to me?
Put the god damn gun away.
- I need my money. - I know!
- Thirty minutes. - Thirty minutes and I'll be right back.
Now take that thing away from me, man. You're gonna hurt somebody with that.
- Thirty minutes! - Right.
You have yourself a little cup of coffee.
By the time you're clone with it, I'll be back with the cash.
The city of Chicago today is in mourning...
in the wake of this weekend's tragic hostage situation at the Federal Building.
Lead negotiator Karen Warren...
has officially resigned from her position with the police department.
Stop! Hey!
Yeah, well, thanks a bunch, pal!
Not good.
What was that, honey?
My car. Looks like I may need a little help.
What the hell happened to that sign?
That's Rayanne. Don't mind her. She's just shy.
Yeah... Looks like you got a problem...
in this general area right here.
- Any particular type of problem, you think? - I don't really know.
I can take you up the road a click to a buddy of mine.
He's got a tow truck all his own.
Hell, come on.
Frank's the name. Throw yourself in the rear.
I'll fix ya up.
- Isn't that right, Rayanne? - Whatever you want.
Hi, I'm Karen. How far do you suppose it is?
Oh, I don't know. Let me think now.
I'd say five, ten miles.
Hell, who knows? This is Texas, right?
- So, you from around these parts? - Yeah, I used to be.
- Down by Galveston way. - Is that right?
You sure do talk like a city girl.
Rayanne, polish these for me.
The funniest thing happened to me today.
I was in the break room getting a cup of coffee...
and there was this woman... Kim.
She's some kind of secretary or something.
And she says... She goes like this.
She says, "Frank, that's a good-looking belt buckle."
And I don't know. This just popped into my head.
Don't ask me how.
I just said to her... Guess what I said.
Guess what I say to her.
Somebody please just guess what I said.
I don't know, Frank. What'd you say?
I say, "It'll look a lot better pressed against your forehead."
That just popped into my head! Get it?
What's the matter? You don't wanna experience my razor-sharp wit back there?
I guess I've just been away too long. Missed that old Texas humour.
I know what will cheer you up. You like country music?
- No, not really. - What?
I suppose it's one of the reasons I left Texas in the first place.
It's made in America for Americans. You're not Un-American, are ya?
No, you might say dealing with Americans is what I'm trained to do.
Don't tell me you're a cop. Don't tell me that.
Close. Psychologist.
Shrink, huh? Well, all right!
I got an assignment for you.
What's the name of that book of yours?
If you really want to know it...
It provides a framework to work out...
what you might do if you could go back and change your life.
Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me, if you don't mind me saying.
- It's just therapeutic role-playing. - Like me play Tarzan, you Jane?
Shit! Where the hell you suppose he popped up from?
God damn it!
Bullshit!
I already got three god damn tickets. My insurance is gonna go sky-high.
Whoa! Stay right where you are.
I didn't ask you to get out of the car.
Officer, just stretching my legs.
- No crime in that, is there? - I wanna see your license and registration.
Yes, sir, but you gotta tell me one thing first.
What in the hell did I do wrong?
You were doing 78 miles an hour in a 55-mile zone...
is what the hell you were doing wrong.
Come on. Really?
I can assure you, Officer, that that would be highly unusual for me.
- Because I am like this with the law. - Just give me your license and registration.
Yes, sir.
God damn bitch shrank my jeans.
Here you go, sir.
You wanna tell me who you got travelling with you, Mr. Lloyd?
Them?
- Them two's my women. - Bigamy is against the law.
Well...
that's why I ain't married.
Keeping it legal.
Why don't you just get back in your car?
Yes, sir.
Not a problem there. I'll just sit there behind the wheel.
It looks like there's gonna be a slight delay while the good officer clears matters up.
Maybe I should ask for a ride from the trooper.
- Get out of your hair. - No, I wouldn't hear of it.
You just hold on. Hell...
We only got about a mile to go.
Well, except for six previous speeding violations...
seems you are a law-abiding citizen, Mr. Lloyd.
Well, I told ya.
I'm just gonna write you up for 70.
Sign by that "♪."
Try and slow down.
'Cause I'll be watching you.
Thank you very much, sir.
Asshole!
- Honey... - Shut up!
God damned bullshit!
You just keep your eyes on this, asshole.
Look out!
Hell!
Christ, I could've knocked that son of a bitch back to Chihuahua.
So, baby...
What the hell are you so tense about? Come on. Lighten up, will ya?
Say something.
Come on, our guest is gonna think you're a damn mute if you don't say something.
Okay.
Go on.
I just wish that you would control your temper is all.
- Bullshit! That's bullshit! - You wanted me to say something.
And the first thing that comes out of your mouth...
is some kind of criticism of me, is that it?
- No... - Shut up, woman.
God damn women.
Can't live with 'em, can't blow their heads off. Shit.
Well, this must be it.
Nope, not yet. I'm just stopping here for a well-deserved beverage.
Damn! I'm as thirsty as a chipmunk hung out to dry.
Hey. You girls wanna dabble in a little beverage?
Not for me.
Can't say I didn't try.
Don't want you yapping behind my back now.
Damn, it's good to be in America!
Wake up, Sam. The man is here.
- How'd it go? - God damn went great.
He's always gotta come here and get his beer.
You like that Australian beer? He's always gotta get that.
Says it reminds him of his clad.
He took off for Australia and left him when he was ten.
You know you don't have to stay with him.
Sometimes I just wanna take a knife and cut his heart out.
Honey, you don't wanna do something like that.
I'm gonna give you the number of a woman's shelter.
You can call 'em any time. They can help you out, okay?
Yep.
Look what I got here. This is the mother lode.
- What the hell...? - I don't know what these do...
- but they sure pay for them. - I can't program my VCR.
You may wanna use that phone over there.
Here.
Take care of yourself, huh?
Don't you worry about me. I'll be fine.
- There you go. - Gimme that!
Damn, that's more cash than I've ever seen.
Thanks for the ride.
Freeze!
Do either of you know where we could find a place to camp around here tonight?
- I'm sorry. I'm not from around here. - Down the road about ten miles.
About ten miles? Okay, great. Thanks a lot.
I'm going to Mexico with my Rayanne.
I hope it works out. You watch the water down there.
I know that water's supposed to be rough.
- Hey, Frank. - Give you the shits, they say.
Frank, come here. Remember that guy I told ya about?
He gave me these.
Bullshit.
It's bullshit, Sam.
- You show these to anybody else? - No, Frank. That's your girl.
Bullshit! You show these to somebody else?
- No, I didn't! - That's bullshit!
Think I must've dropped my wallet.
- Fuck you. - You show anyone else those pictures?
God damn it!
Forgot your beer!
Don't worry about it, asshole!
What the hell...?
Frank? Frank? What are you doing?
Rayanne, pour me a beer would you?
Frank, would you stop, please? I was getting out there.
There's a tow truck back there. Maybe you didn't realize...
Damn!
Will somebody please tell me why is it...
that women can change their minds whenever the mood strikes them, huh?
Look, we all have moments where we rethink choices, Frank.
- It's natural. - Natural.
Natural pain in the ass.
You want a beer?
- You sure you don't want a beer? - Yes.
- You do want a beer. - No.
See? That's what I mean!
Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no.
Now, do you or do you not want a god damned beer?
No, I don't want one of your god damned beers!
So why don't you shut the hell up and leave me alone?
Drink it. Drink it.
Drink it. Drink it!
Drink it. Drink it. Drink it. Drink it.
- Drink it! - Leave me alone!
I'll leave you alone.
Frank, where are we going?
You see, Karen, my wife Rayanne here, she seems to think...
that I'm one of those bad to the bone, unrepentant assholes.
I think she brings it out in me. What do you think?
- It seems to me that you two can work it out. - Is that what you think?
- Yeah. - No, I think it's a little too late for that.
I think it's way too late for that.
I know now that it'll never work out.
Nope.
'Cause, you see...
I've had a sudden, unforeseen realization that has left me saddened...
and terribly hurt.
What are you talking about, Frank?
It occurred to me back there that I had seen that pickup truck before.
Maybe, Rayanne, maybe, you might have an understanding going on.
Come on, Rayanne, this is Frank!
You can tell me the truth.
Tell me.
Lie! You're always lying to me!
Sam...
was thoughtful enough to show me some photographs of you.
I was shocked, honey. I've never seen you like that before.
I don't know what you mean.
Talking about the fucking beaner you've been fucking!
That's what I'm talking about!
- He's gonna kill me! - Frank, look at me.
She's right.
I am gonna kill her. Shit's what it is.
Frank, talk to me.
- Come on, turn around and talk about this. - No, baby...
Frank, we can work this out.
Come on, you're a big guy. You don't need a gun.
Frank, put the gun down.
No!
My hand!
Open the door! Shit!
Here we go.
Shit!
Oh, my God! Thank God! Thank God!
- The door. Is it locked? - Yeah. It locks automatically.
You sure? Is it bulletproof?
- I suppose so. - We have to call the police.
- This man, he just shot his wife. - Relax. Nobody can get through that door.
You don't understand. The man is a killer and he's after me.
Just relax. You're hurt. Let me get something to clean that cut.
No, listen to me. What is your name, huh?
- Brian. - Okay, Brian, do you understand me?
You have to call the police now, you got me, huh?
Okay...
Shit...
I have a woman here who's apparently been injured.
Hold on. Shit!
Undo.
Undo!
Damn!
Oh, my God.
And there was this woman.
She's some kind of secretary or something.
She sees my belt buckle, and she says...
She goes like this. She says, "Frank..."
That's a good-looking belt buckle."
And I don't know. This just popped into my head.
Don't ask me how. I just said to her...
Guess what I say.
Somebody guess what I said to her.
I don't know, Frank. What'd you say?
I said, "It'd look even better with your forehead pressed against it."
That just popped into my head!
What's wrong? You don't wanna experience my razor-sharp wit back there?
I'll just listen to a little music.
- You like... - No, I hate country music.
- How can you hate country music? - I just do.
What's the name of that book you reading'?
- Psychotherapy. - Is that right?
It provides a framework to work out what you might do...
if you could go back and change your life.
- Well... - I know it sounds like bullshit to you.
You just took the words right out of my mouth.
But it's not. It's therapeutic role-playing.
You like that role-playing thing, do ya?
Yeah, just like Tarzan and Jane. Right, Frank?
You and I are connected. You are reading my mind, girl.
If you don't mind me saying, you're driving too fast for your own good.
- I bet it feels like 55. - Yeah, feels like it.
- But it won't seem like it to the cop back there. - What cop?
Shit! Why didn't you tell me? God damn son of a bitch!
I already got three god damn tickets. My insurance is gonna go sky-high.
Whoa! Stay right there, mister.
I did not ask you to exit your vehicle.
Officer, just stretching my legs.
I wanna see your license and registration.
Yes, sir, but you gotta tell me one thing first.
What in the hell did I do wrong?
Doing 78 miles an hour in a 55-mile zone...
- What are you doing? - The gun. Where is it?
- What gun? What are you talking about? - Frank's gun. Where is it?
He never goes anywhere without that gun.
Shit!
Them two's my women.
- Bigamy is against the law. - Well...
Excuse me, officer, could you tell me where the nearest gas station is?
Ma'am, would you please return to your vehicle?
- Yeah, get in the car now. - Ma'am... Ma'am...
Listen to that officer now and you go back into that damn car.
You see, I had a little problem with my car...
He's got a gun, officer!
Freeze!
Officer, I'm with the Chicago Police Department. This is a wanted man.
That's bullshit! I got a license to carry that gun, officer!
Freeze!
God damn it!
No!
Damn it!
Get off me, bitch! Rayanne, stop!
Stop, God damn it!
My baby!
God!
Shit!
You bitch!
What the hell you doing here?
Who the hell are you? Look what you did to my wife!
Shit!
What the hell you want?
Don't move!
Bastard!
- What the hell...? - Drive on. Get the police.
No! Don't! She's a killer! She's a psycho killer! She'll kill us all!
- Bullshit! - She's crazy!
She's crazy! She just killed my wife! She killed the trooper!
- Wife? - He killed her!
She killed my wife! She kicked me! She's trying to kill me!
She's a psycho hitch hiker! Help me!
- Shut up! - She's a liar!
Shut up! I need your help. Get the police.
Help me! She's a killer! She's a psycho bitch!
Freeze! Or I will shoot you, I swear to God. Shit!
- You ever use one of those guns before? - Just give me a reason, Frank.
It could be out of ammo. You might wanna check that.
That's very funny, but you're not dealing with Rayanne.
Now put your hands behind your head.
It's a lot of responsibility, pulling that trigger, woman.
That'll change your life forever. You know that.
Well, just maybe I've been looking for a change, Frank.
Shit!
God damn it! You bitch!
Hold it right there!
Mister, you got it wrong.
Help me! She shot me, god damn it! Can't you see she's a killer?
Go call the police. I'll watch him.
Shit! What are you talking about? She's a murderer!
- Just go! I can handle this! - Are you crazy too?
- She's trying to kill me! - Go. Shut up!
- Murdering bastard! - I didn't kill nobody. She shot me.
- Give 'em to me. - What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about, you stinking bastard.
The computer chips. Give 'em to me.
Shit. Why didn't you just ask? The copper took 'em from me.
He must've known I had 'em. He's got 'em.
You stupid motherfucker.
God damn you!
Shit!
Got a little car trouble, do you, honey?
- Get down. Call 911. - 911 what?
The police! Shit!
Phone don't work, lady!
Jesus!
Up!
You and I need to have a little conversation.
- You put that gun down right now. - Okay, Frank.
Put it down!
Come on.
Come on, baby.
I kinda like you.
Where are you, girl?
Feisty.
Spicy.
Hell, a girl like you, I'd take out to dinner.
Where the hell are you?
What're you coming into my life for?
What the hell you want?
Shit, I'm so sorry I gotta kill you.
I'd like to take you home to my papa.
He'd like to meet you.
Bitch, where are you?
I tell you what, girl.
I'll be nice to you if you're nice to me.
How's that?
Call me crazy, Frank, but somehow I don't quite believe you.
Now get down! Get down!
What are you gonna do, baby? You gonna shoot me again?
- Don't tempt me. - I know.
This is about you taking hold of your life, codependent no more.
- I'm from Venus, you're from Mars. - Shut up!
Now move!
You know, you surprised me, ma'am.
But I got a few tricks up my sleeve too.
What the hell's going on? Who is she?
I don't know.
Who the hell are you?
Just another Texas girl, Frank.
Bullshit! You've been sticking your nose in my business!
Nobody knows my business.
Not even Rayanne, who is dead now, thank you very much.
How the hell am I supposed to live without her?
You're pathetic!
Anyway, Frank, you knew she was cheating on you.
How the hell you know that?
She tell you that?
Who was she doing? Is it Jesse? Who is it?
Cut it out, Frank! Take it somewhere else.
Tell me! I wanna know right now!
- Cut it out! - Tell me!
- Take it somewhere else! - Shut up, God damn it!
Frank! Frank! Take her out in the desert! Take her out in the desert.
- I'll take it out in the desert, all right. - Make sure nobody finds her.
Get up.
I'll talk to you later, Sam.
Hell, nobody's gonna find you 'cept the coyotes.
Better make it quick 'cause somebody's bound to come looking for that trooper.
Oh, yeah? What's the trooper gonna say?
Just gonna have to shut you up.
Now you listen to me. You say anything, and I'll kill them all, I swear.
Okay!
- Hi. - Hi. Can I help you?
We wondered if you might know if there's a camp ground located around here.
Freeze!
Lock the doors!
Get out of here! Move!
Let me in! Brian, you son of a bitch!
You're in there! Shit!
Shit!
Brian, you son of a bitch!
Who are you?
- I'm the one you sent back. Remember? - What?
Your name's Brian.
There's something in here that sends people back in time.
Take me, for example.
- I don't know you. - I was here before.
You sent me back, and I've just relived a nightmare.
I have never seen you before in my life.
Yes, you have!
If what you're saying is true...
I wouldn't remember it because it wouldn't have happened yet.
Okay...
- Okay... - This is incredible. I must've documented this.
No, you listen to me.
A lot of people were just killed, and the killer is outside, and he's after me.
- We'll call the police. - That is not gonna work.
I want you to send me back.
I'll change what happened. I can go back...
- and I can fix it. - Are you insane?
I have no idea what the residual effects might be.
I'll tell you what the effects are, Brian: People die.
- Going back might make it worse. - I've already made it worse, okay?
This time, I'm gonna need more time. I'm gonna need at least an hour.
I've only designed it for 20 minutes.
But that's gonna put me right back where I was.
You gonna have to come with me.
You want proof that your machine works, you come with me.
They won't have no idea that we know. That's gonna give us an advantage.
As soon as you get back here, call the police.
Tell them there's a crazy man with a gun shooting people.
Just get them to the gas station down the road. You know it, right?
- Yeah. - As soon as you've made the call...
- you gonna meet me there. - I remember.
You're that woman from Chicago with the hostages.
Yeah. It's a pity this thing can't go back three clays. Get on.
- Come on, you first. - Don't trust me?
Something like that. Come on. Together.
"That is one good-looking belt-buckle."
And, I don't know, it just popped into my head. Don't ask me how.
I've heard it before. It's a really stupid joke.
You don't even know what the hell I'm talking about.
"It'd look even better with your forehead pressed against it"?
And you thought that was original?
Hey, don't take it personal. After all the stress...
what with my car breaking down and all...
I am ready to relax, cut loose.
Know what I mean?
Yeah, hell, it's Thursday, right?
God damn it. It's only a clay away from the weekend.
That's right.
- What will you do about your car? - Hell with it. I like yours better anyway.
I just love a big, old Cadillac.
- It's so powerful. - It is, isn't it?
Let me tell you something.
There's more under me than just a Cadillac engine.
Why don't we go somewhere and you show me?
Rayanne...
Sounds like fun, don't it?
You stop it. This isn't funny.
Come on. You know how much I love this.
You know what? There's a motel 'bout five miles up.
- We'll go there. - I love motels.
You do?
- Do whatever you want in 'em. - Yeah.
Might even give 'em your real name.
Trash the shit out of the room, then just leave.
Yeah, I like that!
I'm just gonna stop at the station for a minute, then we'll go.
- I'll take a tequila and lime, please. - Tequila and lime!
- This clay has been hell. - Yeah!
- I'm so glad your car broke... - Keep driving.
Take your hands off the wheel and I'll blow our brains clear to the border.
What the hell you want, woman?
- Slow down. - Shit.
If that's all you wanted, why didn't you just ask?
Does this mean you changed your mind about the motel?
Now you gonna let this car pass us.
All right, all right.
Rayanne, and I thought you were moody.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
And don't get any ideas. Just keep doing what you're doing.
Woman, you are of a different ilk altogether.
Afternoon, Officer.
What the...?
Don't test me!
As soon as you get a chance, get as far away from this asshole as you can.
You got it?
Then again, I may just kill him for you. Solve both our problems.
You bitch! I try to help you and this is the gratitude I get?
God damn it, you better learn some manners.
- This shit don't fly in Texas! - Maybe that's why I left.
Just let it go on by. As difficult as it is...
try and act like a normal human being.
Well, god damn.
What the hell is happening? God damn it, Rayanne!
I don't know who your lady friend here is...
My lady?
But I know what you're doing, and there is no way...
that I'm gonna let you or anybody else take away what's rightfully mine!
- What the hell you talking about? - Rayanne, listen to me. He's gonna kill you.
- God damn right! - I will kill you.
You won't kill me. You kill me? You won't kill me.
"Shut up!" Shut up!
- Shut up! Shut up! - "Shut up"...
"Shut up"... "Shut up"...
Go ahead and shoot me, you stupid bitch! If you're gonna shoot, shoot me!
I'm truly amazed, Rayanne!
Well, I'll be damned. That's the first time you ever listened to me.
Now look what you did to my God damn vehicle!
I'll shoot you, you God damn stupid bitch!
Fuck you!
God damn it!
What the hell...?
Gimme that!
God, you're crazy!
Help!
Help me! She bit me!
Oh, shit!
She's got a gun! She's gonna kill me!
Look out, buddy!
- She's a crazy psycho bitch! - What's going on?
She's got a gun! She killed my wife!
Rayanne?
Yeah!
I'll take care of you later, taco head.
Lady, I didn't do nothing! I swear, lady! Please!
Wait!
- We've gotta get that piece of shit. - Get in!
We're not gonna catch him. He's too far ahead of us.
Not for long. Your pickup's gonna be giving him a little trouble.
- No way. I just had it serviced. - Check the tires lately?
- Shit. How did you know? - Woman's intuition.
See if you can find some more ammo for this thing.
Shit.
Where the hell are the police? Brian, you bastard.
- Who's Brian? - Never mind.
Look, Frank's in that building somewhere, and he's got the gun from your truck.
- You can count on it. - How did you know I had a gun in my truck?
This is Texas, isn't it?
Yeah.
Be careful.
- Don't you move! - Hey, lady. Whatever you want, take it.
You got that right. I'm looking for your buddy Frank.
- Who? - Frank! Where is he?
I got something for him.
I'm right here, sweetheart.
- Come and get me. - Come on out, Frank.
It's over!
It's not over till that big, ugly fat woman sings that little song.
Sam, I think I found your missing daughter here.
Shit.
- Suppose these are real... - Officer, I can explain.
- Shit. - I got it covered, Officer!
All right. Everybody, drop your guns.
Both of you! Put the guns down now.
I can't do that, Officer. That man is trying to kill me.
And this man here is his accomplice.
- Sam? - I don't know what she's talking about.
He's gonna kill you. Don't trust him.
This is bullshit, Officer. I picked up this woman hitch hiking.
She killed my wife Rayanne. She's gonna kill Sam and me. Arrest her.
Bullshit! He's a thief and a killer!
He's carrying some sort of contraband. Make him open his shirt.
- Check him. - Okay.
First, just everybody put your guns down. We can work this out.
Come on, now.
Okay. We can work this out, but I am not putting this down before you disarm him.
You hear, sir? She'll lower her weapon if you'll lower yours.
Who the hell are you?
Okay, that's fair enough.
Hell, you're a professional law enforcement officer.
If I can't trust you, I can't trust nobody, can I?
It's a shame, Officer.
Real sad to see a woman just snap like that.
- Especially such a pretty one, huh? - Sir, I've got her covered.
Now if you'd just lower your gun and open up your shirt.
What?
You heard me. Put the gun down and open up your shirt.
Keep an eye on him, Officer.
All right.
Okay, easy, easy. All right. There ain't nothing here.
Ain't nothing here.
Hell, all I got down here is a big old beer belly...
- and a couple of bullets for you! - No!
She was right, and you were wrong!
You bastard.
You killed her.
Yeah, well, Rayanne always did like it south of the border.
Shit!
Go ahead.
I said, go ahead. Get it.
Oh, God.
God...
Found a peanut Found a peanut
Found a peanut just now
- What do we do now? - Hell, you take her on foot.
- I'll mow her down with that. - Sounds reasonable.
But what do we do with all those bodies?
Hell. We'll say a prayer, take their watches and wallets, and burn them!
That's gonna stink.
Just now I cracked
- Stop! - This doesn't look good.
- Stop! Stop! - Don't stop.
I don't want to hit her.
Let me in, please.
- Drive. - Where to?
Just go! Go away from here! Come on!
Shit!
- Turn it around! Turn it around! - That's a police car.
You don't understand. The real officer's been shot.
This guy is trying to kill me. Now turn around!
No time to turn around.
You are breaking the law! You are on the wrong side of the road!
Bumper car!
Oh, my God!
Shit!
God damn!
- Yeah, whoo! - Go!
I'm going as fast as I can.
Get your heads down!
I love a good Chevrolet!
Damn!
He's on this side.
Look out!
Hang on!
Oh, God!
- Mom, Dad! - No!
Stay in here, kiddo. I'll be right back.
Gotcha, baby!
Where do you think you're running off to, girl?
I thought I'd get myself a beer right about now, Frank.
Want one?
Well, baby...
- where's that kid? - What kid?
God damn it!
Don't be difficult at this particular junction, honey.
He's hiding, sweetheart.
Wouldn't you be if there was a damn maniac on the loose?
Hold it.
Brian, don't you think you're a little late?
- You know him? - Frank.
Well, it's an itsy-bitsy world after all.
The two of you in on this together?
I've never seen her before in my life.
All right, then. We're going to Juarez in that mother right there...
- and you get moving. I'm going to Mexico. - Wait, wait, wait.
Frank, listen. If you're responsible for all this, you'll never make it to the Mexican border.
- They'll send you right back. - Why?
They're tight with us now. The Mexicans.
- Why? - Well...
- Free trade. - Free trade, my ass!
- Just have to kill you both right now. - Wait. Hold on.
There's another way.
- Another way? Is that right? - Yes.
Yeah? Tell me.
Remember that little experiment that I was working on?
What, that sci-fi bullshit?
- Got it to work. - Yeah?
Well, is it gonna get me to Mexico any quicker?
No. But you can go back and change all this.
You can get away clean. You don't have to run.
Is that right? Bullshit!
I did it once already.
With her.
You bastard.
Is that right?
Yes, it's true, Frank. That's how I know all about you.
You know all about me, do you?
- Yeah. - Well, what's my favourite colour, then?
What's my middle name?
What did I have for breakfast this morning?
What universities did I attend? This is a bunch of bullshit.
You don't know anything about me. Just get in the god damn car now.
You always stop here, Frank...
meet with Sam, get a package of money and some sort of beer.
It's always some foreign beer, because it reminds you of your clad...
who took off to Australia when you were ten.
And I can't imagine that you got past fourth grade.
Not even Rayanne knew about the money.
Hell. That's how come you knew the end of my joke.
Damn.
Hell, Brian.
Beam me on up.
Let's check this little experiment of yours out.
But first...
Get up!
Come on.
This is quite a little family we got here.
Four little peas in a pod in the tunnel of love.
- So why didn't you call the cops, huh? - I did call them.
They thought I was crazy. They kept laughing at me and hanging up.
All right, Mr. and Mrs. Conversational. Knock it off.
Try anything funny, I'll blow the little bastard's brains out.
Now!
Run!
- Come on! - Get off him!
- Come here, you little brat! - Get your mitts off!
Damn!
Come on.
Oh, God! God!
Open sesame!
Get up, boy!
How the hell do you know Frank?
He had some very difficult-to-procure computer microchips.
I didn't know that he was a gun-toting psychopath.
Yes, he was loud and obnoxious...
and he smelled bad, but I had no idea that he was insane.
All of this is over some stinking computer chips?
Not just computer chips. These are very difficult-to-obtain...
government-developed microchips.
We're gonna have to go back again, Brian.
I've never pushed the system this far. It's very risky.
If we don't go to the beginning, it'll never end.
What? What's happening?
Oh, no!
Damn it!
Ten minutes?
That's not enough time. Undo it.
I got news for you. "Undo" never got programmed into the system.
What do you mean undo never got programmed in?
I was using it on dead mice. It didn't matter.
- Reboot it or something. - You don't get it.
It's plugged into the entire complex, and it's set to go.
From now on, anything that comes in contact with that disk will trigger the effect.
Oh, God. He's gonna go back and kill everybody.
- We'll be there to stop him. - But we won't know that he knows.
But we know now.
Yeah, but it won't be us now. It'll be us then, right?
Wait!
Where are you?
Where the hell are you?
Frank, stop!
Well, hell, there you are.
Whoa.
Stop!
Stop, clad. That woman needs help.
- I don't know. That doesn't look good. - No, stop!
- Don't stop. - I don't want to hit her.
Get in. He's coming in the trooper's car.
Turn around, Dad. There's somebody coming.
- How'd you know that? - I just went through the machine too.
Oh, my God.
- That's a police car. - I know. The cop's dead. He shot him.
He's right. The man driving is a killer.
- Bob, let's go. - Not in reverse!
Oh, God.
Hang on!
Move! Move!
Go faster! Come on!
Get down!
Look out!
Oh, my God! Hang on!
You bitch.
What happened?
You sent this kid back through your machine, Brian.
- No... - Yes!
He told me he's gone through it.
That machine has got to be destroyed.
We go back one more time.
One more time back to the beginning, so that none of this could happen again.
You got it?
Okay... okay...
Sixty minutes.
A tremendous strain on the system.
This whole place is gonna blow.
Yeah, but that'll be after we're long gone.
Come on.
I thought you two would show up pretty soon.
How'd you get in?
Hell, you showed me. Don't you remember?
You don't, do you?
The only one that would is that little kid, I guess.
- He's out of the picture entirely now. - What do you want now, Frank?
Well, I'll tell you.
Brian, that is a damn amazing machine you got there...
and I've been thinking about all the fun I can have with it.
You know what I could do? I could kill the both of you...
zap myself back ten minutes and kill you again...
and again and again and again!
Not a very noble ambition. You should aim higher, you bastard.
To hell with that.
Rayanne's gone, and I just want to have a little fun.
But you know what?
I'm not familiar with that procedure. You're gonna have to explain it to me.
No, I won't.
Well, I'm sorry to say, sir...
you don't have a choice.
It's all up to you, Brian.
How much time do you want?
Oh, a couple hours.
I mean, it's not my nature to be greedy, Brian.
- Time's a-wasting! - Brian, don't.
Sit down!
Son of a bitch!
Now, Brian...
don't be no stupid fool now, try to be a hero.
- Okay. - Come on.
Don't worry about the bitch. Give me the god damn thing.
Come on!
Punch in the time and hit enter. You're a bright guy. Figure it out.
What do I do? I press two hours and enter at the same time?
You'd look damn good strapped to the hood of my car.
Howdy.
Got a little car trouble there, huh, honey?
- Nope. - No?
Sure looks like it.
Sure you don't need anything?
- No, I sure don't. - All right.
Can't say I didn't try.
Do I know you from somewhere?
Now you take care of yourself, lady.
What the hell's that about?
What seems to be the problem, ma'am?
Hi. My name's Karen Warren. I work with the Chicago Police Department.
Need a lift?
I don't care what you did, and I don't care who you made love to.
It's just you and me now. This money's for you and me, baby!
Come on now, honey.
Come on. Put that gun away.
Now, you ain't gonna shoot me, Rayanne. I know that.
'Cause you love me.
Drop the gun, ma'am. Drop it.
- This doesn't look good. - No, I think you're right.
- Let's go. - Let's go on down.
All right, ma'am, put your hands over your head.
Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to step away.
Ain't nothing you can do here. It's all over.