Yeah, don't get up. I got it, bro.
Damn Finn, this must be your best one yet.
How long have you been working on this? For what like... two, three weeks?
Fuck Off.
Man, 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 litte creative block. That's all.
Hello? Oh hi, Mrs. Anderson.
Why yes, the building manager is right here.
Oh, I'm sure he'd be delighted to come over and fix your toilet.
Yeah, he's giving 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?
Well he said he was thinking of going to art school.
And I said, aha! What a coincidence!
Our building manager used to be a painter.
When you're 18 everybody want to be an artist.
- Where did you get that? - Garage Sale.
So weird.
I'm seeing.. I'm seeing.. sea shells.
Outlaw. Rambling Rose. Crabapple!
- Crabs live in the fucking ocean, right? - Yes, they do.
Crabapple, I'm betting on Crabapple.
Hello, my lost boys.
- New sweater. - New for me, it's a thrift store find. Do you like it?
Oh, uh, 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, or..?
Oh, I knew how much you wanted them, so I couldn't resist. .
OK, I'm gonna go start dinner. Do you guys want your favorite? Lasagna?
Need some help?
Hello Big Joe, yes I do. Thank you.
Come on, come on, that's it, come on, you got this.
Keep fucking running, let's go.
- What's up? - Hey.. Big Ben.
It's Joe.
Crabapple, crabapple. Come on you little bastard. Run!
Come on. Run! Come on. Fuck, man!!
Chill out.
Hey Finn, the landlord called. Mr. Bezzerides rent is late.
Maybe he fell and he can't get up.
He's been late before.
- 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.
OK, but I hope he doesn't wear that tacky rent-a-cop uniform.
I thought we were just inviting close friends.
Well Big Joe is really cool. And he's helped me with chairs.
He's standing here. Right now.
Do not worry, I own other outfits.
I'm sorry.
I just gonna go check on Mr. Bezzerides.
Hey Mr. Bezzerides, are you home?
Everyone's kinda woried about you. So I'm gonna go ahead and come inside, OK?
- 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 fuck!
These are shots of our living room.
Mr. Bezzerides is a peeping Tom.
Yeah, I thought that too, but why take photos of our empty living room?
Looks like he's saved the best ones for his private collection.
What is this thing?
I think it's a camera. See?
You think he got enough film?
What?
When did we knock over the coat rack?
Maybe it was that night we played drunk charades.
- Do you remember? - No, he doesn't remember. He passed out on the couch.
Well, I guess this explains the green light we see over here sometimes.
Yeah, but why is 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 Kindle, this is Finn from Sycamore Apartments. I'm calling you back about Mr Bezzerides.
If I 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.
I'm off to work. I counted the cookies so if any go missing ...
-... there will be murder in this apartment. - I'll guard them.
And who's gonna guard them from you?
It's a perfect match.
It's gotta be a coincidence.
- Maybe or... - Or what?
The camera took a picture ahead of time?
Just give me a break.
I mean just look at it.
The placement of everything.. The canvas..
Your canvas has looked like that for months.
No way.
This was last Wednesday. Remember you broke the mug with your forearm.
Oh yeah, right.
Thursday. Friday we went to the movies.
Saturday we lost power and 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.
Maybe he was testing it.
Yeah, this thing isn't exactly portable.
Well he's a scientist, so there gotta be some sort of logs or documentation somewhere. Just start looking.
Will you guys listen to yourselves.
Alright come on out Mr. B. I know you're fucking in here in the walls or something, laughing your ass off.
Alright, the jig's up, come on out, asshole.
I don't think he's gonna answer.
Why?
November 27. Result 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. It'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 pm.
Why are there so many daylight ones?
Maybe it's only been taking ones at night for the last week.
Alright, even I have to admit, this photo is a little fucking unsettling.
I think I know where he might be.
Christ! What's he keeping in here?
I do not know. The previous manager added this door years ago.
Please don't let him be in there.
There is no way. If there was a dead body in here, you'd be able to smell..
What? Is he in there?
Oh my God! Close it. Close It!
What happened to him? It looked like he was burnt.
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. Don't fuck 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 fucking time traveling camera.
We need to consider the possibilities.
One possibility is we've all been 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.
You know, 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 would make.
Callie.
I foretell that tonight is your last night waiting tables.
And instead you can pursue writing full time.
No, absolutely not. 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've had the party anyway. We'd've 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 fucking rotting corpse in the storage unit.
You can't smell anything, as long as we keep the door closed.
- Wow. - 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 shit, I'll call them myself.
I have to admit, I'm kind of curious to see one more photo.
Alright, fine, one day, but...
One day.
What time is it?
22.
Well, just in case tomorrow's photo shows the end of the world..
I'm gonna enjoy myself.
Do you wanna dance?
And he adopts his classic glazed-over look.
That son of a bitch.
Guys.
- I'm a fucking genius. - Look at the painting.
Holy shit!
The camera sees my work before I do. It's incredible. I don't have to be blocke any more.
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 is still around,
You 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 use in the future
then we go about our day making a series of decisions, that lead up to 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 got 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 you really wanna test it and find out?
So it's agreed then. All we gotta do is some photo.
Okay, alright, 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 that's jail time.
OK, but nobody's gonna 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 of pieces of mail
probably a couple of 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.
Come on, come on, Bobcat. Fuck yes!! Fuck yes!
Alright let's go, it's almost eight.
Wait, do we have to be exactly as we were? I don't wanna change anything.
- I don't know. Is this right? - Just smile and say goodbye to your day jobs, guys.
Maybe we can just 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?
He's sick in the hospital. We just come by to water his plants and look after the place for him.
In the hospital? Is it serious?
Yes, it's pretty serious, I mean they're still trying to figure out.. what he has..
- Well it's good that you guys are looking after the place. - Yeah.
I mean, we don't mind.
But better get back to it.
No dude, we're over here tonight because we're not in the photo from last night.
Well it's not that fate decided it
presumably we made decisions yesterday, that made us end up here today.
Alright, 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 about how good I felt about this dress.
Back to the question.
Easy. I want a pile of money so big, that I'm fucking 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.
- Did you hear that, Finn? - What?
You're off the hook.
He's just day dreaming about two paintings a day, instead of one.
Oh I don't know, just give a guy a second here, I need to think.
Ah, I never get tired of that sound.
Come on, guys. It's not like I wanna do this.
OK, then, let's not do it.
Uh, do I need to remind you about the roasted dead guy in our basement?
We gotta do what's in the photo.
Right, bro?
How the hell did this happen?
I don't know, maybe it's a fucking dare.
Maybe we are drunk.
Maybe it was an accident.
That's a fucking 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'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 gonna be okay.
Fuck! What the fuck was that for?
That's for kissing my girlfriend tomorrow.
T minus one hour in case you were wondering.
Please stop counting down as if it's a fucking shuttle launch.
Sorry.
Yes, I told you Crabapple was a sure thing.
I just needed a few more races.
Let's roll half the winnings in to tomorrow bets
and I'll come pick up the rest.
Okay, just let me get something to write on.
I thought there wasn't a bottle in the photo.
That's because it was down here.
What time is it, babe?
Finn are you okay?
Yes, it's just, it's this part of the painting
it's unfinished.
I'm clearly about to paint it, I just have no idea what element goes there.
Okay Michelangelo but...
we have to close our eyes to match the picture.
So you're the time keeper.
Yeah dude, it's 7:59, just go ahead.
How long do we do it for? Ten, fifteen seconds?
I'll tell you when to stop, just go.
I'll be thinking about my boyfriend.
Sweet. A threesome.
Come here, asshole.
Oh jeez, did you guys.. Hey!
Shit.
- Finn. - It's okay. Go get Jasper.
- I just wanted... - Go get Jasper!
- Finn, I'm sorry. - Who is this?
That's my bookie.
- Ivan. - The guy you're always talking on the phone to?
What is he doing in the apartment?
- I don't know. - Is it normal?
Have you ever seen him in our apartment before?
No, it's not fucking normal.
- Did you tell him about the camera? - No.
- Were you planning on it? - No, never.
- Then what the fuck is he doing in the apartment? - I said, I don't know.
OK. Is he dangerous?
Well, he takes bets from shady assholes like me.
So yeah, he's dangerous.
But I don't see Marcus here
It's his goon..
If I were in trouble, he'd be in this photo.
Wel, what if he's sitting over here, out of view?
I was up early this morning and I heard him moving around in his room.
He came out about an hour ago. Hasn't said a word.
I don't know what those red pills are, but he's taken at least two of them already.
Can you guys shut up for a sec?
- Yeah? - Hey Ivan, it's Jasper.
I know.
- How's it going? - What?
Is everything okay today?
Why wouldn't it be?
No reason.
So, what do you wanna lay down today?
Uh no, no bets. I'm just gonna cool it today.
Then why did you call me?
Ah shit, I gotta go Ivan. I'll talk to you later.
So what does that mean?
It means we wait ten hours. Figure out what the hell is happening.
Babe, can we talk?
Hey Ivan, what a surprise!
I was wondering why you showed up tonight, and then it occured to me.
It's probably because I called you like a paranoid fucking idiot.
Hey Ivan, what a surprise!
What are you doing?
He's gonna be here soon. You can't leave me alone.
Well, I'm not in the picture, so send me a text message when it's done.
Well, I'm not in the photo either, so...
maybe I should leave too.
- Where are you going? - I don't know yet.
Can I come?
You guys are unbelievable.
Real friends you turned out to be.
Well, we gotta do what's in the photo. Right, bro?
Where are we going?
Nowhere. I don't wanna bag on Jasper in case something goes wrong.
Are we okay?
I got jealous. This is a..
.. very complicated situation. You're doing your best.
And I obviously am not handling it well.
You got jealous?
Tell me more.
So Ivan
I mean, what a surprise.
You said that already.
Can I get you something to drink?
You know what I like about you Jasper?
You never welched on a bet.
I have never had to send Marcus over here to collect.
And I can appreciate that.
Is that yours?
You mind if I see it?
Let me see it.
That's a nice one.
That takes me back.
Believe it or not, I used to have Marcus' job.
I wasn't a bad enforcer.
I had my own style.
You know, I use warm-up bats.
They give me a little extra extra "pah!".
There was this one time...
God Almighty!
I was supposed to knee-cap a guy.
Standard boiler plate stuff, I had done it a hundred times.
Only this time, I take a swing...
I him him and bam!
and the bat breaks.
And it sends a sliver of wood right into the guy's junk.
You shoulda heard him, he was screaming like a cat.
I swear to God, as I heard the paramedics take him away
they said that one of his testicles had swollen to the size of a grapefruit.
Can you imagine that? That pain?
Messy.
Messy unfortunate work.
In my position...
There is only one thing worse than a guy who can't make good on bets.
That's a guy who never loses bets.
I'm just finally getting lucky I guess.
Just lucky.
You guess.
Listen, there's no fix, okay.
- Is he an owner? - No, I swear.
It was just a streak, okay.
Okay, I have a source.
It's reliable.
I can't explain it.
It can cause some serious problems.
Is it a doctor?
Tell me what you do to bring in the fix!
No, it's nothing like that.
Look, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Can't you just ride my bets?
- Yeah, just make the same bets I do. - I know what "ride" means.
You are such a piece of shit.
I hope you enjoyed the peep-show, Jasper.
I'll take that.
- Finn, this is... - I was just leaving.
So, are we good?
So, he basically knows.
He doesn't know jack shit.
Well he knows that
you have some kind of information.
How long is he gonna be content just piggybacking your bets.
I don't know. Forever.
I got it under control.
You look like hell, Jasper. Are you sleeping?
You know what, man? Get off my dick.
You and Callie both, get all this money for doing nothing.
You should be happy.
We are all in this. Callie and I are sharing the risk.
I just hope that you have a backup plan in case this thing with your bookie falls through.
I seem to remember you wearing something a little different in tonight's photo.
Screw you Jasper.
I'm not gonna start as long as he's here.
You know, Jasper was just about to take a walk.
- Weren't you? - I am? - Yeah.
Yes, don't forget to come spy on me at 8 o'clock.
So I don't really know what I'm doing here.
You're gonna have to walk me through it.
Sure.
We just need to get you in the same pose in the photo
and then I do the rest.
You know, I would really like to know how you got me to do this.
You and I both.
What are you thinking?
Just you're really... you're very beautiful.
Don't sound so surprised.
No, it's just, I guess it takes a moment like this
to wake a guy up.
So he can actually see what's right in front of him.
It's amazing.
Even hazy and out of focus.
You can still recognize your own silhouette.
I wondered all day... How? How is this possible?
So. Marcus here, he's gonna babysit.
And you.
You're gonna take me to see what's over there.
I would not have believed it if you told me.
Kicks them out, every night at 8.
What about the daytime ones?
I don't know.
Since we found it, it's only been doing them at night.
What's this?
That's the newest one.
Here's the deal.
Every day you're gonna take this photo.
You're gonna write down the stats that go in the window tomorrow.
- Marcus is gonna come by and pick up the photo for safe keeping. - Wait. Wait a second.
I'm not gonna repeat myself!
The three of you are gonna sit right there
just like that, on the couch, so I know you're behaving.
And you tell no one about this.
I don't want anyone messing with our little golden goose here.
I want 50 percent.
You take a zero off that number.
That still makes you a very lucky man.
I feel real lucky.
We didn't agree to this.
You should've talked to us.
I did my best.
We're still gonna get some money.
He's gonna 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 going to show up here
looking for pieces?
Ivan's smart, he's not going to fuck this up.
That's very reassuring.
It's unbelievable.
Where is the photo from yesterday?
Wait, you're not seriously going to paint at a time like this, are you?
Yes, what else are we suppoesd to do? We obviously have no control over what's happening.
He's keeping the photos.
For safe keeping.
No, that is totally unacceptable. Call him, right now.
Tell him we'll put up the results on the window, but we're keeping the goddamn photos.
Are you a fucking 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'm aware of that, Callie. That's what's so maddening.
I painted them in the future, and now that I can't see the photograph, I end up not painting.
Jasper.
What?
Couldn't you just 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 fucking photograph.
Look man, 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 because you can't find your Mojo?
Fuck that.
- Can't you just be happy with the money? - No.
I can't, Jasper. I don't give a shit 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 fucking 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 is a painting. Thank the Lord.
How about thanking Jasper?
What now?
Well it's just it's kind of strange. Doesn't look like something I would normally paint.
Looks like you did it in a hurry.
See? The paint is still dripping.
- Maybe it's a warning. - About what?
Maybe something bad is 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 glad that there is something on the canvas.
Just relax, Jasper.
What if Jasper is right?
What if something terrible is going to happen tomorrow?
Then we wouldn't be in the photo, right? We would have left.
OK. Why don't we?
- You want to leave? - Yes, we can pack our bags and just go.
You want to just leave Jasper? Deal with everything on his own?
He wouldn't care. He'd be fine.
The machine over there ...
you can't just walk away from it. And there's still hope for things to work out.
Why would we do that?
OK. I trust you.
Besides you have to admit. This machine it's working magic on you.
What I can say? I like being your muse.
Hey Joe.
You're not on duty tonight?
Actually, yesterday was my last shift. I'm just dropping off the keys.
- Last shift? - Yeah man, I'm moving up to the big time.
Congratulations. That's great.
Everything alright?
Let me give you one of my cards.
Let's have a drink sometime.
- Stay in touch, man. - You too, Joe.
What's wrong?
Marcus just caught me talking to Big Joe.
What the fuck happened?
Well nothing happened. 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 Shit! Fuck!
Can't we just tell them it wasn't anything?
No, because he's not gonna believe us.
Alright, it's OK. It's OK, because I fucking planned for this.
I hid weapons around the house.
Wait. What?
Only because you made that fucking skull painting.
You have to make that painting before the camera goes off.
Make the fucking painting!
OK. I'm sorry, you hid weapons in our house?
Yes, I hid weapons in our fucking house.
- Why did you hide weapons? - Do you know who the fuck these people are?
What exactly did you hide?
- Just sit still and calm down. - No, I'm very worried...
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 and ask us some questions.
And if it goes well, that'll be that.
What if it doesn't go well?
Finn, there is 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.
He was dropping off his keys, it was his last shift. I didn't tell him anything about you or the machine.
I would love to believe that.
Unfortunately...
I can't afford to trust you.
What's he looking for?
Maybe I can help.
Is this your girlfriend?
Yes, maybe you can help.
Now let's see if we can remember anything new.
I see you, boyfriend.
Adrenaline.
Heart racing.
Trust me. You're not fast enough.
There is an easy way out of this. And that's just to answer my fucking question.
Please don't.
You 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, huh?
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 is Jasper?
Marcus, where is...?
Where is he?!
Jasper, fucking stop!
Hi Mrs. Anderson..
No it was Callie. She burned her hand on the stove.
Yeah, everything's fine.
We can't leave them in here forever.
No shit! It's just for now.
What's next?
Next? Next I got get my money from Ivan's.
Thank you for cleaning up the living room.
You mean the blood?
Thank you for cleaning up the blood?
That could have been mine?
You're welcome.
- 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?
This is just the start.
I think... I think we should leave.
Split the money, get out of the country, get on the other side, just get away from the machine.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
The safest place on Earth is right here.
As long as we see ourselves in that photo everyday
we know we're alive tomorrow.
- Callie and I, we uh... - 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.
Hello, I'm Dr. Heidecker.. Forgive the hour and my appearance.
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. Heidecker is here. She's looking for Mr. Bezzerides.
Did you tell her he moved out a couple of months ago?
Did he give you his hat, before he left?
So we found his journal, and from what we've read
I guess he saw something bad.
- And he tried to change it. - I know, he sent me a letter.
After Henry retired, he kept me up on his experiments.
To be honest, I didn't think they'd amount to much.
Poor Henry.
Yeah. Don't fuck with time.
Do 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 under there?
I'm guessing he was stretching for it up on that shelf there
when he knocked over the cannister.
It was 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?
Seems that 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 is postmarked a week ago
so he had to have taken the photo at least that far in advance.
- How could he have taken that 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 passed the initial tests
and had got it to look further.
Do you think you can change the settings?
Henry shared his results with me, but not his methods.
I don't know any more about the control 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 gonna use it.
You don't fucking 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've shown up.
Sounds like Jasper is just trying to protect us.
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?
What's tomorrow's look like?
Hey, Callie?
Is that tomorrow's photo?
Well fine, I dont' want to see it. Can we please pack up your bags and let's leave?
You're not going anywhere.
Do you know that Dr. Heidecker?
She said it was an accident.
So that means things can change.
And I think I'm gonna take my chances with that. So please, come on.
Go ahead. Commit suicide. But don't kill your girlfriend in the process.
Wait, you're in the photo?
Okay, fine. Let me see it.
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.
It'll take the edge off.
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.
I got this a year ago.
And I couldn't pull the trigger.
- Why's that? - You were right, I was scared.
Coward.
I'm not a painter, I'm a glorified janitor
and she deserves more than that.
I mean I wanna be more.
I get it.
I've been blaming you in my head for all of this.
Who knows, maybe it was me that was making the decisions secretly.
Sabotaging everything out of fear.
Maybe there's a way to fix this.
I think it's too late.
You know. I'm actually starting to like that smell.
How fucked up is that?
When I saw the suitcase
I knew you'd left the program.
I don't give a fuck what Dr. Heiden-schmeiden says.
You don't fuck with time.
I need you alive.
At least one more day.
If I have to drag you and put you on that sofa myself.
So help me, I will.
This should keep you warm.
Help!
Help me! Somebody help.
The gun.
Goddammit Jasper.
I paint this today.
This is from two weeks ago.
Did I send you down here?
Why would I do that?
Thank you.
Who the fuck is this?
Motherfucker!
Don't you dare. I'll fucking kill you where you stand.
Well if you do that, the bucket's gonna fall.
Get Callie and give her the phone.
Don't push it.
- Callie, can you see me?
Jasper knocked me out last night and he locked me in the storage unit.
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 fucking window.
You're going to kill us anyway
You're going to 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 it to me.
Now back up.
Over there.
Whatever you say.
- I'll be there in 30 seconds. - OK.
You know what? Maybe this will keep you warm at night.
Where will you go?
Far.
We're gonna need some of this.
Take as much as you want.
Because you can always make more, right?
Don't forget your ring.
Oh my God. I really killed him.
You had no choice.
Come sit down.
Are you okay?
- I'm gonna get you some ice. - Okay, but we need to go.
Look, the photo. It changed.
Oh, thank God.
When I saw that photo of you two together...
Now it's okay.
I didn't think I'd be able to change anything if Dr. Heidecker's letter didn't..
Oh shit.
I need to paint this.
I don't understand.
I paint this for Mr. B so
so I'd be able to use his keys to get out of the storage unit.
It doesn't matter. I'll tell you when we leave.
We need to go before the cops show up here.
Okay. I'm gonna get you that ice.
This is impossible.
I was always going to paint this?
I haven't changed anything.
And where did this come from?
- I thought you were getting ice. - I was. I am.
What were you saying?
It doesn't matter.
Here. You should probably go lie down.
Put this ice on his head.
What the fuck was that?
The camera just went off.
I can explain.
Wait, wait, wait.
Tell me what's going on.
- Look, let's just go sit down. - No! Talk!
Remember when we got the call that Mr. B was behind on his rent
and I went to check on him?
Hey Mr. Bezzerides, are you home?
I found the machine, and sticking out of the camera was a photo.
Throw the hanger.
The reason there are night time and day time photos on the wall of Mr. B's apartment
is because the camera takes a photo at 8 PM and 8 AM.
By keeping you and Jasper from knowing that
I could secretly pass messages back to myself.
You're up early.
So when I caught you in the kitchen just now..
What were you doing?
I was hiding this.
Last night when Jasper posed with all of the money
I switched out the photos.
I switched them back just now.
I've seen all the night time photos and Jasper is dead, so...
When was this taken?
It's from before.
Before when?
Before before.
A month ago, drunk charades.
Look it didn't mean anything.
I was just acting out.
Get drunk some times.
Look it was almost if I wanted to get caught so you would wake up.
That's an excuse, yeah.
I'm sorry for being so weak.
It's just I can't believe that you and ...
... allowed this.
You had opportunity to prevent it, to warn us about it.
Why didn't you do that?
I was just doing what the photos told me to.
I was getting pulled along like we all were.
And don't you see? Everything happened for a reason.
Look. Everything we had before was fading. You were so distant.
But...
You got jealous for the first time in ages.
And I finally got to feel your kiss again.
And you said it
it takes a moment like this to wake a guy up to what's right in front of him.
Little by little, we were coming back together.
You kept picking the machine and your work over us
so I had to do something to bring you back to your senses.
And then today.
You fought for us.
Harder than I have ever seen you fight for anything.
So in the end, everything worked out.
Everything worked out...
What are you doing?
I'm gonna do what we should've done from the start. And I'm gonna destroy that fucking machine.
Stop. Please stop.
You said we can change things, right?
Then all I have to do, is put a new note in the window for tonight's picture.
When I get the message last night.
I'll know to prevent you from catching me at the window just now.
You'll never find the photos.
We'll never have had this conversation.
If you destroy the machine, I can't fix this.
I wish you hadn't made me do that.
It's gonna be okay.
We won't remember any of this tomorrow.
It's gonna be okay.
What are you doing here, Joe?
I got a message from Finn.
He said that you two were leaving town.
And I might be interested to see what Jasper was up to.
What's on the window?
Can I come in?
Sure. Fine.
It doesn't matter.
Tonight none of this will matter.
I guess you might have some questions for me.
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