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-Yeah?
-Hey.

Oh, fuck, man.
Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.
Found a room for the night.

- You good?
-Yeah, but...

I don't have
any of the money.

No, no, no. It's okay.
I grabbed both bags.

Oh, fuck. Sorry.

The cops were coming around
the corner, and I just...

- I couldn't find an exit.
-Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, all right?

I'm just glad you're safe.

Okay.
Okay. So, what now?

Do we lay low at this place?

Yeah.

I'll meet you at the diner
at the edge of town,

and then... away we go.

It's just
two weeks, yeah?

'Cause I can't leave
my kid any longer.

It'll be two weeks, tops. Okay?

You'll be back with her
before you know it.

It'll be good, okay?

We can catch up on some,

you know, brother-sister
rekindling time.

I owe you that much
at least, right?

- I'll see you in the morning.
-

Hey.

- What?
- Enjoying the music?

- It's fine. Sit down.
- Hey, clean yourself up.

You look like
you slept in a ditch.

Look, we may not eat
like this again, all right?

So, please sit.

- Ordered it special for you.
- Mm.

Thought you'd
find it comforting.

Just like Cynthia used to make.

For me or for you?

Learn to like fucking onions.

Get the count?

And?

I thought it was five.

I need your help
carrying a bag, though.

It's still a couple miles away.

What?

Well, five covered
the expenses a little bit,

but seven...
Seven lets me dream.

You dreaming big now?

Yeah, bigger shop,
bigger house.

Maybe a dog for Steph.
I don't know.

She's got to be, what,
ten by now?

Close. She's six.

But with craftsman skills
like this,

she may as well be ten.

- Ten-year-old didn't make that.
- She's six.

Okay. A six-year-old
didn't make that.

She did.

Her 30-year-old teacher
probably made that.

She did. She made it
with her own hands.

- Uh, no.
- Yeah.

I couldn't color inside
the lines when I was six,

much less make a bracelet.

Teacher totally
fucking made that.

You couldn't do anything
when you were six.

You can't even chew
with your mouth closed now.

- Exactly. Shut it.
- You know what?

I'm gonna fashion you
a bracelet right now.

Fuck.

-What's the backup?
-There is no backup.

What about Detroit?

I'm not walking
a hundred miles.

Harder to track
in the city.

Harder to run
if we're caught.

Okay, so, what?
It's just this house or bust?

The house is there.
I checked.

What about the part we need?

Trust me. She's good for it.

She rack up a tab
or something?

She was just being nice.

I said it was a donation
to my cause.

If she said that
we were going to Mars,

would you believe her then?

If it happened to her,
then yeah.

It's nice to have hope.

Gotta love hope.

Hey.

You said that this
was all abandoned.

What the hell is this?

- People like to camp.
- People like to camp here?

I don't control where people go.

Drunkard 1:
Where'd you learn to shoot?

Drunkard 2: That was practice.
It wasn't loaded.

- Drunkard 1: It's not...
- Drunkard 2: Shut up.

Drunkard 1: It's not
a muzzle loader, dipshit.

Drunkard 2:
You fucking threw it wrong.

Drunkard 3: Aim at your foot.
See if you'll hit that better.

Drunkard 1: Your mom did
a fucking awful job

teaching you how to shoot.

Drunkard 3: We ain't drinking
fast enough

for you to miss like this.

One Alabama, two Alabama,

three Alabama, four Alabama.

Five.

I just don't think
you're gonna fucking throw...

Hey!

You've got five seconds
to get off my land.

- Who the fuck are you?
- One! Two!

Five!

You heard her.
Five more until I stop missing.

- Go, go, go, go, go.
- What about my stuff?

Leave it in the woods, man.

- One...
- Drunkard 1: Go! Go!

Five!

Fucking idiots.

But they'll be back with people
who know how to shoot.

Is this it?

Okay. Grab your shell.

Anything?

Maybe we can double back,
find a place by the diner.

Joe?

Joe? Joe.

Joe! We gotta go.

This is it.

- What's the other one?
- "1-9-3-2.

Spin clockwise,

- set to noon, then run up."
- Okay.

Okay.

Hey. Come on.

Here. Follow these
instructions exactly,

- then hang up.
- Okay.

Police officer:
Dining room good.

Police officer: Foyer clear.

Hurry up. I hear them.

- They're on their way.
- Yeah.

Police officer: Bathroom clear.

"Sit peto tutum
peregrinatione."

So, is that it?

We just...

We're clear here and there?

Now, we wait for time to pass
in our present.

Then we head back,
make sure we're clear.

So, two weeks then?

Two weeks and counting.

Ah!

All right.

And last but not least...
this thing.

Four-fifty.

- Four-fifty for this?
-Yeah, 450.

It's Indian, so it's exotic.

And that is early 1900s,
so it's an antique.

Looks handmade,
so it's one of a kind.

And what I'm gonna do
from there is haggle

from five, maybe six.

Make them think
they're getting a good deal.

Fo' fiddy, bitch.

Fucking weird.

Yeah, but that's even
if they want it.

'Cause these days not a lot
of bull hook enthusiasts

walk into the store,
and it's very sad.

You gotta be sick of drinking
that well garbage.

I prefer the bite.

Okay. So, you hate
my concoctions.

You don't have to do that,
you know?

Do what?

You said on the phone that...
...you owe me

this brother-sister
rekindling time.

So, why do you feel that?

I feel like I do.

- And I know you feel like I do.
- Since when?

I know you.

All right, you don't say it,
but I can feel it.

I was 24. I...

I needed the tough love.

You needed a brother.

A brother who didn't
leave you behind.

Okay, then where would I be?

Hmm?

Maybe I wouldn't
have learned jack.

Maybe I would have fallen
even deeper into more shit.

Maybe I'd be dead,
and I wouldn't have Steph.

So, all in all,
I think I came out ahead.

Is that what you tell yourself?

- That's how I feel, yeah.
- And now you're in debt.

- That's not your problem.
- No, it is.

I know you think that you...

that you needed this thing
more than me.

I think
it's the other way around.

I fucked up, Sid.

And I'm gonna do anything
I can to make that better.

There's so much closure
in the air tonight.

Yet you won't tell me a thing
about this regular of yours,

or why she has
a magical safe house.

Yeah. I mean, that's the trust

that keeps my customers
coming back.

Mm.

Which is something
you know very little about

- in your line of work.
- Right, yeah.

No, she trusts you enough
to loan you her house,

but not enough to tell you
how it works.

That's... that's trust.

Do you ask how the plumbing
works when you stay at a B&B?

Yeah, I do.

There's navy shit around,

so I think the family
must have served.

Maybe they studied
quantum mechanics.

She didn't serve, I don't think.

Do you have any stories for me
inside that big, fat head?

She mostly lets me
do the talking.

-Mm.
- She knows a lot about you.

- And how fucking lame you are.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

I actually think she gave me
the notebook just out of pity.

Yeah, I hate her.

She sounds pretty lame.

Yeah, well,
Dad was always,

"Mind your business unless
it becomes your business,"

which I think has served me
pretty well so far.

Oh, is that right?

I don't know.
I think Dad said it.

Come on. You know the deal.

You remember Dad,
I remember Mom,

and between us we've got...
a normal family.

Yeah.

You remember her playing?

No, not really.

I just remember disco...
on the stereo.

I don't remember
what the song names were,

but I just remember how they go.

And there was this one
that had this, like,

rolling electronic-violin
thing and...

It went like...

It's just always in my head.

Sounds catchy.

Get me back to her, Joe.

Sid!

Sid!

Sid!

We have to go now.

Shit! Where's the key?

There's got to be
a key somewhere, right?

There never was a key.

No. No!

- No! Sid, stop!
- No!

- Wait!
- Get off of me!

Sid! I was just there! Wait!

Sid!

Sid!

Here.

Just stay calm
and follow me, okay?

-Hey.
-Huh?

"You are in the grip
of the vise.

I'm the left side,
another is the right.

Give in or join them.

Carve here to comply."

No. No, no, no, no, no.
I'm not doing this.

- Sid!
-No!

-Sid!
-[yelling] No!

Sid!

Sid!

They got her.

The watch was an heirloom.

It was the only thing on her
worth anything of value.

This isn't her place.

Are we safe?

Bar's clean.

Everybody thinks
I'm in Gulf Shores.

Sid...

I'm in Nevada
as far as they're concerned.

- Are we sure?
- Are you sure?

Look, whoever it is,
we have to assume

they know what we have.

And we're in no position
to negotiate.

At this point, Joe,
I don't care.

Hello?

You shouldn't be here.

Who are you?

Who have you told?

We haven't told anyone.

Who is "we"?

Me and my sister.

Just us two.

Why are you here?

We're just laying low,
that's all.

Are you hiding with money?

You want a cut? Is that it?

I think you broke it.

-You broke it.
- What did I do?

I think you had to put it back
in the thing...

so that the future can hear us.

The fuck are you talking about?

You have to put it back
so that the future

on the right can hear us.

And then they somehow
send it back to the past

so that they on the left
can respond

and then leave it for us
in the middle.

I think that's the vise grip.
That's the cycle.

Okay, but why did it work
for you automatically?

You didn't have
to put it back in.

Yeah, I don't know what that is.

Be careful.

The cycle is delicate.

Then be direct.
Do you want a cut or not?

No. We want to wipe you.

You want to what?

Time isn't kind
to the displaced.

It's more humane being wiped

than vomiting blood
along our border.

We have our ways
that can make it

painless and instantaneous.

So, then why haven't you
wiped us yet?

If it's that easy,
why aren't we dead?

You need us.

Right? For this...
this vise grip to work.

You have to be
two steps removed, right?

So, let's get
really specific here.

What do you need from us
that you can't do yourselves?

Someone is coming.
An unwelcome visitor.

We cannot track them.
We cannot stop them.

And because
we do not know them,

we cannot wipe them.

All we know
is they are using our doors

and leaving destruction
in their wake.

Eliminate them
before they reach the door

and dispose of their remains
where you stand.

We can then safely release
you and your earnings

at a time that is safe
from harm and law.

How do we know you'll do that?

You have our word.

And you don't know
when they'll come?

No.

Okay.

What else can we do, Sid?

There are no people,
no planes, no cars.

There might as well be no roads.

And even if we wanted to dig,
we can't,

because the ground
is hard as a fucking rock.

Fuck!

This is the only option
we got, Sid.

Talk to me, man.

What's going on?
What are you thinking?

Sid.

You're gonna see her.

If you post off the porch
facing northwest,

you should get pretty good 180
of this side of the land.

I can take northeast,

scout the other clearing
over there.

Barricade the south side,

and between us we can clock
any dot on the horizon.

What do you think?

Yeah. That works.

Joe...

I really don't care about
what you did back then 'cause...

it was just me.

But I am not allowing
my daughter

to grow up without me.

I'm not fucking doing that.

So, if you and I are here,
if we're stuck here...

we are way past being done.

Do you get me?

We'll divide shifts
when I get back.

That's all we get?

Video instructor: Two fingers.

That's fine as is.

Drink it.

You know, this used
to have a lot more

pomp and circumstance.

Are you sure it's not Oswald?

'Cause I still think
it's Oswald.

Okay, so this
is taking into consideration

the box of photos that I found
in the mill's crawl space,

and it's helped me fill in
a ton of gaps that I had before.

- And?
-And what I found

is that it's not
the original owners.

Oh.

Okay, great, so it's not
somebody this time.

- Mm-mm.
- Mm.

No, so the history of this land,

whether it be the crops,

or the art,
or the buildings...

...that they physically moved
here or what have you,

all of those things reflect
very specific moments in time

up until the Korean War.
And then there's nothing.

There's no new photos,

no paperwork showing anybody
that lived here past 1955.

None. And the naval officer
on the walls...

Well, he died here around
that time from a supposed

fall down the stairs,
so that leads me to think

that the vise grip
came here around that time,

and they took the place over
with their tech, I guess,

and they made
the place habitable
by updating the wiring

and the heating and throwing
a fucking TV downstairs

for pizzazz, or whatever.

And then they used
that dead time

and beyond to relocate people
for whatever reason,

and then clean up after them

as if no one
was ever here at all.

So when we snuck in, we tipped
them off with the trace

that they didn't recognize,
and that's how we got stuck.

Okay.

Doesn't really answer

the big looming question,
though, does it?

No, but at this point, dude,
I'm taking any wins I can get.

Of course, of course.

'Cause this is just another
one of your outlandish

yet possible theories
that you've come up with

over the... I don't know
how long we've been here.

Okay. Can you fucking
humor me for once, Joe?

I mean, it could've been any
of the dozens of people

that you screwed over
at your pawn shop.

Or it could have been
any number of the assholes

that I threw out of the bar
that I used to own.

I think you're still drunk,
so you can just go back to bed

- if you're not gonna listen.
- What about the theory

that it was us
from another timeline?

Now, that one...
That one I really liked

because it only makes sense
to punish the stupidest

version of myself for getting
stuck in a place like this.

Can you get the fuck out, please?

- If you're not gonna help.
-My favorite theory,
though. My favorite one

was that it was our parents
from a different timeline.

Now, that one,
that one I really,

really wanted to come true.

So, why couldn't it be?

Because it's impossible.
It's fucking impossible, Sid.

It's impossibly impossible,
and it's crazy

to even consider this
possibly possible.

Okay, then. What's your big
fucking guess, Joe?

Coincidental torture porn.

A power play
by a couple of assholes

who don't give a fuck
about what we did.

Just want to burn us
with their magnifying glass

because they can.

There's no unwelcome visitor.

There's no going home.

There's just the tap, tap
on the glass until we die

a slow and lonely death.

Is that what you really think?

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

- Fuck you.
- Yeah. Fuck me, Joe!

You see this?

This is your real theory.

You're trying to get
a rise out of me,

so I spill whatever information
I'm supposedly hiding from you.

Yeah? Why not?
I've seen your fucking shrine.

You talk to that thing
more than you talk to me.

You won't even let me
see the goddamn tape.

You are fucking
working with them.

You brought me here to fuck me
over for my share. I...

Why would I do
any of that, huh?

Why?

Why would I try and screw you
and Steph in the stupidest

fucking long con
while I stare at the wall

and wait for some magical
fucking visitor

to come shoot us both
in the back of the fucking head?

No, you know what?
Fuck my original plan.

My plan is to stay
at this boring ass farm

and fuck over the only family
I've got all over again!

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

Video instructor:
One of the things that
we've been teaching

our people here
is meditative breathing.

So first off,
whenever we realize

that we are in an excited
state, we straighten up.

Very good.
And then, we close our eyes,

and we breathe in
on the count of five.

One, two, three...

Hey, do you think
we would ever have kept in touch

if we hadn't gotten these?

Hmm?

Video Instructor: All right.
Take in our surroundings.

Never mind.

Video instructor:
Breathe out in only five, four,

three, two, one.

Operator, how do you feel?

I feel calm, collected,

ready to make good decisions.

Is anyone listening?

I know you have
to protect yourself.

I get it.

You don't want
anybody finding you.

I just can't take it anymore.

This never-ending
fucking bullshit.

Just give me something.

Some guidance. Some comfort.

Anything.

Please.

We just want to go home.

[yelling] Sid!

Sid!

- Did you get him?
- No. Where's your rifle?

- At my post.
- Okay, lock the doors.

Draw them out. I'll hold here

just in case
they get up into the door.

Hey.

We're getting you home.

[softly] Come on.
Where are you?

Joseph!

Fuck!

Oh, fucking move!

Why are you breaking the door?

They have my brother,

and I'm fucking done.
We're fucking out of here.

So, I'm breaking down that door

and I'm getting him,
whether you fucks
like it or not.

If you break the door,

you and your brother
will die here.

Let us the fuck out of here!

We can't risk
the visitor's escape.

Why?
What are they going to do?

We cannot say.

I think that's bullshit,
and you know it.

Why would you think that?

Because I heard them
playing that music.

I heard them
playing that song, and...

My... my mom was playing
that song.

That's not your mother, Sidney.

What?

The visitor,
Sidney, it's not your mother.

How do you know that?

I told you, we can't say.

I know this isn't what
you want to hear,

but revealing
any more information

could be detrimental
to not just us,

but to you and your brother's
life as well.

Hello?

Sidney.

I know you're angry,
and I know this hasn't

been easy,
but maybe we can...

Maybe we can meet you
in the middle.

Tell us everything you know
about the visitor so far,

and in return
we can tell you why

we know it's not your mother.

How does that sound?

You first.

All right, Sid.

We know that...

Hello?

Hello?

What do you know?

Tell me what you...

Are they with you?

"No."

Are they dead?

"Yes."

Why are they not here?

"The weather is bad.

I'll have to trace back
for the body

once the wind dies down."

We can't let you through

until we have confirmation
of their remains.

"I'm hurt in the church.

I can't reach my si..."

"I can't reach my sister.

If you can reach her
to help me...

...then we'll get you the body."

Copy. Stand by.

Your brother's alive
in the church.

Did he reach out to you?

Yes.

Is it with him?

Yes.

Stay close.

We have left word.

Hold position until directed.

You use that thing
to talk, right?

You got any tapes
for small talk,

or is it all for
just shit like this?

Seriously, why can't you talk?

Why are you here?

What do you want?

Who?

One Alabama.

Two Alabama.

Three Alabama.

Four Alabama.

Five.

[softly] Ah! Goddamn it!

Fuck!

Hey!

Come on!

Fuck!

No!

Show me your face!

Show me your face!

Steph?

No, no, no, no, no!

Sid.

Sid, it's okay. It's okay.

Stay with me, stay with me,
stay with me, stay with me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm so sorry.

Stay with me, all right?
Stay with me.

[softly] It's okay.

Stay with me.
Stay with me.

Just stay with me, okay?
Stay with me.

It's...

Stay with me.

Just stay with me.

You're gonna be okay.
Just stay with me, stay with me.

[inaudible

It's okay.

It's gone.

Are you hurt?

Yes.

We will send morphine.

Take it and go to
the work shed.

Go inside and wait
for our instruction.

What about my sister?

What about my sis...

Vise Grip Right: Turn around.

Vise Grip Left:
You can't look at us.

Turn around, please.

Can you hear us?

Vise Grip Right:
Verbal confirmation, please.

- Can you hear us?
- Yes.

Vise Grip Left: Okay, then.

Do you have any pertinent
information about the visitor

that you can relay to us?

Vise Grip Right:
Any facial features?

Sex, voice, any details
you can remember?

I don't know.

Vise Grip Left:
All right, uh,

- we are going to wipe you now.
- What?

Vise Grip Right:
Look away. Please.

Vise Grip Left: Unfortunately,
you and your sister

failed to carry out the task
as we asked.

And now our unwanted
visitor is on the loose.

Vise Grip Right:
We're going back to you

and your sister's origin point
to pull up the root.

Acting as if you never
existed, it is not perfect,

it's not easy,
but it is the best we've got.

Why are you doing this?

We did everything
we could for you, everything.

And you still...

Why are you doing this?

Vise Grip Left: Look. I get it.

You feel you are
the centerpiece

to this whole ordeal.

You feel that you're special
and that there's some

poetic reason why everything
went the way that it did.

The truth is,
is that none of this

has anything to do with you.

It's bigger than you.

You were simply
in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

And, uh, I'm sorry
we put you in this position.

We thought you'd weed out
the problem for us,

but we were mistaken.

Really, we, uh... We failed you.

I wish...

...we had some
more answers or closure, but...

We have people we need
to answer to.

And they have people
they need to answer to,

and so on and so on.

And the only things
that matter to them

and to us are results.

And results are answers
with consequences...

meaningful,
tangible consequences.

That is all that matters.

And your results have left us
with some dire consequences.

So we need to provide
new results

to the people we answer to.

It's nothing personal.

It just is what it is.

Vise Grip Left:
For what it's worth,

we really did appreciate
the shrine.

At least what we could see
on our end.

Now, if you'll please relax,

this will all be over
in a couple of minutes.

Wait.

Just wait.

Look, I can get her back.

I have to get her back.

She can't just die.

Maybe if I could just...

fix a few mistakes.

And then I could get her back.

And I could get you
what you want.

I could get you results.

Okay? I could.

Believe me.

Things will be different.

Trust me.

You just have to give me
another chance.

Please just give me
one more chance.

Vise Grip Left: We're assuming
that you remember

the morning of well.

Vise Grip Right: Can you walk?

Vise Grip Left: Leave the bags,
remove the redundancy,

slip in when you see your sister
as quickly as you can.

Vise Grip Right: Be sure
to remove the redundancy,

or you and your sister
will be wiped.

Understood?

Verbal confirmation, please.

Yes.

Vise Grip Left:
Sit peto tutum peregrinatione.

On the count of three.

One, two...

Vise Grip Left: Cycle is set.

Do you feel bad
about this one?

Who knows,
maybe he'll be the first one

to break it, you know?

It's nice to hope.

Gotta love hope.

Who are you?

Hey. Who are you?

I'm no one.

Where'd you get those bags,
no one?

Stole them.

And the man that had them?

Long gone.

Did you kill him?

It was to make things right.

How's that going?

Not well.

I tried.

I tried so many times.

But now...

I'm tired.

So, please...

you have to end this.

It's the only way.

Leave the money.

And run.

Run to Steph.

Before I kill you again.

And again.

And again.

[softly] End me.

Please.

Kill me!