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- Maya, it's me again.

Look, I know this must be confusing for you,

but I think we should talk about what happened

with your sponsor.

I don't know if I can explain everything,

but I'll try and tell you what I can.

Please, just call me.

(voicemail beeps)

(Maya sighs)

- [Maurice] Are you Morgan Pym?

(tense music)

- Yeah. - Thank God.

Please, you've got to help me!

- Who are you? Where did you come from?

- There's no time for that now!

I'm a soldier trying to save people who sold their souls.

- Who told you that?

- Another collector, a woman named Sophia in Montreal.

Don't you keep any food in this house?

Haven't eaten since 1995. That was over 10 hours ago!

- So you sold your soul?

- Check your phone.

Oh, 88 minutes left, 87 minutes, 59 seconds.

- I don't understand. The clock starts at 48 hours.

The devil hasn't told me about you.

- My name is Maurice Jeanrichard.

I beg you, please, do your research, find out what you can.

I'll be back.

(tense music continues)

(mysterious energetic music)

(people screaming)

(pensive music)

- Catching up on your whores?

Whore-ology, that's the study of whores, right?

(mysterious whooshing)

Just kidding, you don't need to study whores.

You've already got one,

but I guess she's kind of pissed off at you.

- Why didn't you tell me about Jeanrichard?

His time's almost up.

- Don't wet yourself. You've got lots of time.

Check your phone.

- This is impossible.

He was here half an hour ago

and it's still at the same time.

It's not even counting down.

- Yeah, he's been milking his last 48 hours

like grandma's tit.

- So he's stretching his time out somehow.

What'd he ask you for, immortality?

But you wouldn't give him immortality

because the deals only last 10 years.

So you tricked him, but how?

- You wouldn't believe how fast this getup

brings in the college guys.

They'll sell their soul for a quick BJ

behind the frat house.

- The only Jeanrichard I can find

is a Daniel Jeanrichard, born 1665.

He was among the first to create machinery

to make watch parts.

Maurice's clothes were at least a century old.

He must have been a relative of Daniel's, a watchmaker.

So you gave him a special watch,

a watch that stretches time.

- You're getting hot, or maybe it's just me.

(Morgan sighs)

- I talked to Einstein about this.

Maurice is like the astronaut who spends years

traveling near lightspeed and returns to find

that everyone he knows has died of old age.

Only a year passes for him, but 100 years pass on Earth.

Is that how it works?

- I guess you'll have to ask your little runaway.

- And how am I supposed to find him?

- Turn around.

(air pops) (watch clicks)

- Is he gone?

Um, she, it, whatever. That was the devil, wasn't it?

- You saw that, you were here?

- I never left. I just went into the chronosphere.

- Chronosphere? - It's the prison I enter

when I de-synchronize from your time.

While I'm there, I'm invisible to the rest of humanity.

- You de-synchronize. So the watch slows your time down?

- No, I can leave your time.

I can jump ahead by weeks, years, but no matter what,

my time keeps ticking, relentlessly ticking!

(inhales) I wanted to be able to live for eternity,

but the price of actually seeing eternity

would be more than any man could bear.

- So it is possible for you to stop time completely.

But you haven't done it. Why?

- So you found my grandfather.

- Grandfather? That makes you, what, 300 years old?

- 291 years have passed for everyone else since I was born,

but because of my deal, I am 44.

My time grows short. Please, can you help me save my soul?

- I don't know.

- [Maurice] What do you mean you don't know?

- This breaks all the rules.

You say you talked to Sophia in Montreal.

Is that where you were when your watch

hit the last 48 hours?

- Oh, god, no.

My last two days started just over

52 years ago by your count.

Since that time, I've been in 28 cities,

and every time I came out of the chronosphere,

another collector would be waiting for me.

- Sounds like you warned every collector except me

you were coming.

- Because he thought you would help me.

- I want to help you, but to save yourself,

you have to make some kind of amends.

You have to make up for the bad luck

that balanced your good luck.

Mr. Jeanrichard, you only came to Vancouver to find me.

Even if there's someone still alive

who was harmed by your deal,

there's no way to know if they live here,

and we don't have time to look anywhere else.

- I made my deal in Le Locle, Switzerland at noon,

on May the 5th, 1759.

Please, if there is some connection

between that time and place and this one,

please, for the sake of my soul, find it.

(mysterious pensive music)

Perhaps this may be of some help.

(air whooshes)

- [Taylor] So she won't come out, like, at all?

- [Ty] No, I've been buying groceries,

taking them to her apartment.

I don't think she'd eat if I didn't.

- [Taylor] Well, what about her meetings,

the whole 12-step thing?

- [Ty] She stopped those too.

There was a problem. Her sponsor died of an overdose.

- Died? Oh, Jesus, Maya.

I can't believe she didn't tell me.

- [Ty] Well, she's not sure she should talk to you about it.

- Why?

- She thinks that Morgan had something to do with it.

- What is it with that guy?

- [Ty] You think she's right?

- What? No.

I've met him a few times, he's a good guy,

so I don't understand why some people

get so twisted up over him.

- [Ty] Like your sister.

- [Taylor] Yeah.

- [Ty] So Maya said she invited you over tomorrow.

- [Taylor] Yeah, but she didn't say why.

You tell her that we were seeing each other?

- [Ty] ] No, not yet. I mean, I will if you want me to.

It's just she's got a lot goin' on.

- [Taylor] No, you're right. We should give it some time.

- Beatrice Lotz, hmm.

And what does she have to do with this Jeanrichard guy?

- Your guess is as good as mine,

but the name was very important to him.

- You mean when he was alive 200 years ago.

You're not channeling this guy, are you?

I don't work for kooks.

I'm a genealogist, not a psychic detective.

- Ms. Ailes, I know all of this was a long time ago,

but I have a feeling that whatever happened back then

could be having consequences in the present,

life or death consequences.

- For whom?

- That's what I want you to find out.

Money's no object, if that makes a difference.

- Does if you actually have money.

Huh, people who say that usually don't.

- How long do you think it'll take?

- Hey, this didn't happen last week. I'll call you.

(Wendy sighs)

So Beatrice Lotz, what is your story?

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Thanks for comin' over.

- Been worried about you. I heard about your sponsor.

- From my brother?

- Yeah, yeah, he called.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, does that happen a lot,

people in the program going back to doing drugs?

- Yeah, but Gloria had 10 years of being straight,

and then all of a sudden, she...

Anyway, I haven't been sure, you know,

whether to go back, you know, to meetings.

I mean, if this could happen to her,

what kinda shot will I have?

But there's some unfinished business.

I don't know if you know the fourth step of the program,

but you write out the stuff from the past,

resentments, fears, guilt, shame.

I had a lot. (laughs)

Then the fifth step is you read it to somebody you trust,

usually, your sponsor.

I feel like I need to do that,

and I know I don't know you very well,

but you seem like,

I don't know, not a blabbermouth, so...

- Sure! (laughs) I'd be glad to, honored.

- Yeah, well, you might not be after we're done.

I mean, you might not like me after.

- Who says I like you now?

(both laugh)

- Did I mention that this notebook is just the resentments?

This is gonna take a while.

(warm pensive music)

Okay.

It's, uh...

(warm pensive music continues)

- It's only been three weeks.

When I have something, I'll call you.

(phone beeps)

(warm pensive music continues)

(phone rings)

- [Morgan] Morgan Pym.

- [Wendy] It's Wendy Ailes. I got somethin' for ya.

- [Maurice] What have they found out?

- How did you get here? - Never mind.

You know, this investigation has taken five weeks, two days.

Time still passes for me in the chronosphere.

All this waiting around has cost me 319 seconds.

That's over five minutes. Look, I need answers.

- Then let's go in.

- Um, I'll wait out here. It'll save several minutes.

- You can't make your amends in the chronosphere.

I know you don't have much time, but at some point,

you're gonna have to be here in this time to work with me.

- Jeanrichard? So what are you, a relative?

- Yes, yes. So, what do you have for us?

- Well, I only have a couple of mentions

on your Maurice fella.

He was a watchmaker in Le Locle,

like the rest of the men in his family,

and some time around 1760, he moved away.

Well, disappeared, really.

Can't find any death record for him anywhere in Switzerland.

(cuckoo clock chirping)

- What about Beatrice?

- Beatrice, Beatrice Lotz, yeah.

- What did you find?

- I think I found a broken heart.

Beatrice Lotz died three years after your ancestor

took a powder.

- Three years?

- The church records say that she couldn't be buried

in hallowed ground, so it's pretty clear how she died.

She killed herself.

(pensive music)

- The devil put a portrait of Beatrice in my watch for me.

At the time, I thought he was doing me a favor.

- You loved her.

- I was older, but that wasn't unusual then.

She wanted to marry, and I would have,

but I was always so obsessed with time,

time running out!

But I didn't abandon her. I provided for her.

I left her a patent for an invention, a perpetual watch.

Self-winding, I mean, although it did give me the idea

for my wish.

I don't understand! It should have made her rich.

She should have wanted for nothing.

- Except you.

- This was a fool's errand.

Beatrice is dead and long buried, and I cannot make amends.

Maybe I should give in, give myself over to the void.

- What's that?

- When I turn this stem counterclockwise,

your time passes faster than mine.

The last notch, but one, is one million percent,

meaning that for every hour I live,

a year passes outside the chronosphere.

(scoffs) In the first few years of my deal,

I thought that a miracle.

I lived a year in Paris in 1803,

two years in Berlin in the 1820s.

Finally, I realized it was no miracle at all.

Whether here or in the chronosphere,

my time was still passing, my 10 years ticking away.

So I thought that there must be a way to stop time.

The Devil promised!

So I finally turned it all the way.

(watch clicking)

And the watch stopped, it stopped ticking,

and I found myself in the void.

(Maurice yelling)

There is no hunger there, or thirst.

But the catch is it's no longer time that's being stretched.

It's you being stretched out over all the moments

of your life, past and future.

I did it just the once for a few moments.

70 years had passed.

To me, it felt like a thousand.

But if I can't make amends,

perhaps it's better than the alternative.

- Mr. Jeanrichard, since you're so fond of numbers,

I'll tell you that I'm gonna be 684 years old next April.

And unlike you, I've had to live

through every single day of that time.

For a long time, I believed God was dead, or never was,

and I spent my meaningless time punishing others

who were worse off than myself.

Now, I've been given a chance to find meaning,

so I choose to see it.

I choose to see it in the fact that a cold-blooded murderer,

like Sophia, would tell you about me.

I choose to see it in the fact that you found me

when the Devil could have prevented it.

I choose to see it in the fact

that no matter how little time you have,

you still have some time, and that gives you a chance.

- I'll wait. (air whooshes)

- Maurice!

- Just throw your jackets anywhere.

I'm so glad you guys could make it.

- Yeah, well, Ty's been buggin' me

to get out of the apartment, so-

- You were startin' to look like somethin'

out of a Kafka novel.

I was afraid I was gonna come in some morning

and find you under the bed.

- Gabe, no computer. We have company.

- So I hear you know all her secrets now.

- [Taylor] Maybe.

- Well, did she tell you about the time

she turned the playpen over on me

when she was supposed to be babysitting?

You definitely owe me an amends for that one.

- Sorry, it's step nine. Not there yet.

- [Taylor] So, you gonna keep goin'?

- Went to a meeting today, first time back.

The topic was miracles, so I talked about

going into remission from AIDS a couple years ago.

All I could think about was my sponsor.

How come she's dead and I'm alive?

And then I started to think about Morgan

and what he had to do with it, and...

Anyway, I think I should've just stayed under the bed.

- Hey, do you guys mind going out? (laughs)

Truth is, I'm a lousy cook,

and I don't like to poison my guests

until I get to know them better.

- Sure.

Okay, kid, time for the human interaction thing.

(pensive music)

- RomaChron?

(pensive music continues)

- Peekaboo.

- What do you want?

(can crunches)

(Devil belches)

- You really think Jeanrichard's coming back?

I mean, that speech about meaning

was really heartwarming and everything,

but he has a better chance of sprouting wings

than he does of saving himself in his last 68 minutes.

- He'll come back.

- And who, exactly, are you holding out hope for,

him or you?

You think if he can redeem himself two centuries later,

maybe there's hope for you at seven?

- I think we have to try.

- You old farts end up living your lives in the past.

"Boohoo, everybody I loved is dead."

Just some painting in a watch,

or a picture in the drawer.

And some day, the painting fades,

or the picture gets thrown away.

And then you're really dead,

'cause there's nobody left who remembers you.

But that'll never happen to you.

You'll never die, Morgan, because I'll always remember you.

(air pops) - Saw your sign.

What have you got?

- That depends. Do you know Abraham-Louis Valais?

- Abraham? Of course, he was my apprentice.

How do you know his name?

- He's credited with inventing the perpetual watch.

- But I...

I drew up the designs. I left them for Beatrice!

- And Valais ended up with them. The watch made him rich.

In fact, the company he started is still around,

only now, it's a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate,

with a subsidiary in Vancouver.

There's somethin' else, somethin' the woman

at the genealogy shop found.

She won't talk about it on the phone.

- Well then, let's not waste any more time.

- It's a 20-minute ride.

- Yes, not for me.

I only have to be in real time

when I get on a bus or a plane.

After that, I can go back into the chronosphere.

A soon as I'm even a little out of synchronization,

people can walk right through me, but I'm still there.

(air whooshes)

(dreamy pensive music)

You stop that. Let's go.

(air whooshes) - Um...

(dreamy pensive music continues)

(Taylor gasps)

(Taylor exhales)

(tense pensive music)

- [Maurice] What is this?

- A family tree.

- I can see that.

- Maurice and Beatrice had a child?

- A son.

- What do you know about him?

- Not much.

He got into trouble when he was older,

and he had a son too, just one.

In fact, every descendant had just one son.

The odds against that are astronomical.

- Walter. Walter Jeanrichard Lotz.

- They probably wouldn't let Beatrice give the kid

her dad's last name since they weren't married,

but she stuck it in there as a middle name.

Ooh, I bet that caused a scandal.

- You said she killed herself.

- When Walter was two years old.

- Why? How could she?

- The local priest took all of Beatrice's personal stuff

when she died to keep for Walter,

but guess he didn't pick it up.

Hope you meant it when you said money was no object,

'cause I think I just broke the bank.

You might as well just skip to the end.

(pensive music)

- [Beatrice] Abraham-Louis was here again today

pressing his case.

There have been times I was sorely tempted to wed him

and give Walter a father, but in my heart, I know.

I've always known that there can be no other man

for me but Maurice.

Oh, Maurice, may God forgive me.

I have now determined that if you do not return,

then I will end this life-

- [Beatrice And Maurice] Because I would not live it

without my one,

my only beloved.

- We have to go.

- What?

Why?

- Because according to this,

the last of the Lotz line is here, Vancouver.

(motorcycle rumbling)

(air pops) - My god,

Beatrice though I left because I discovered

the secret of her pregnancy.

We made love only twice in moments of weakness.

I swear, I would have stayed if I had known.

- She left you a gift, Maurice, a way to save your soul.

Don't waste it.

- Is this is where my son, my descendant is?

- I'm afraid you're gonna have to stay in real time

as we go in.

There's no way they won't notice if you just appear.

- Why not?

- They keep track of visitors.

(buzzer blares) (birds chirping)

- Wasn't sure they'd let me in.

- They believed me about losing your wallet.

The trouble was your clothes.

- 1896 was the last time I was out of the chronosphere

long enough to buy clothes!

- Don't bring that up.

(buzzer blares)

- Can't talk to him in the usual way.

He rips the phones out.

- Back off, nigger.

(prison guard laughs)

- You're Rudy Lotz?

- (exhales) You on your way to a costume party?

- He's here to try and help you.

- Yeah? Why?

- I'm a relative.

- Really? Wow, that's cool.

I could use some cigarettes, and a million bucks,

and a gun.

- This is not a joking matter, young man.

I've spent 32 minutes getting in here to see you!

- Get the hell outta my face!

I don't need help from anybody.

- What are you in for, Rudy?

- You know what this means?

This means I killed 88 guys to get in here.

- Actually, the eights stand for the eighth letter

in the alphabet, HH, heil Hitler.

Fact is, you didn't kill anybody.

The only reason you've got that tattoo on your neck

is because if you hadn't joined a gang in here,

you'd already be dead.

- I'mma make my mark one day.

- Why don't you make it by letting this man

help you change your life?

(tense pensive music)

- Why don't you go die?

Get me outta here, Sambo.

- Killed 88 guys? In your dreams, marshmallow.

(buzzer blares)

- 29 minutes left, I don't have time to help him!

And I can't explain to him without sending us both to hell!

- Bad luck from your deal

seems to have compounded like interest.

Your son was a troublemaker, but nine generations later,

Rudy is a neo-Nazi who's on his way to being a lifer.

Your chance to save yourself is here, in the real world,

but you've gotta be here to find it.

No! (air whooshes)

- Gabe, I was thinking that you probably heard me talking

about that woman who died, Maya's friend.

Did you?

I know it brings stuff up, like your mom.

I miss her too,

but you have still got a lotta people who love you.

Well, there's me,

and your Auntie Rachel,

and your Auntie Sarah, and her family,

and Grandpa,

Uncle Bill,

and now, there's even Maya and Ty.

- Yes, the company has been owned by the Valais family

since the 18th century.

- And Marie Valais is running the company now.

- For the last five years.

- Can I see her?

- She's hardly ever here. This is just a subsidiary.

The main office is in Zurich.

- When will she be here?

- Well, I guess the next time

will be at the annual shareholders meeting in three months.

- Can I make an appointment?

- I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks.

(keyboard keys clacking)

(tense pensive music)

♪ O come, all ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ♪ - Get off my bed.

- Yeah, it'd be pretty funny if Maya found you

in here with me, wouldn't it?

At least the last girl was legal.

- [Morgan] Get off.

- So, that Black chick that runs RomaChron,

what do you think?

She gonna hand the place over to Rudy Lotz

to say sorry for stealing Great-Great-Grandma's invention?

- Jeanrichard still has 28 minutes.

- And waiting for Ms. CEO to hit town's

gonna use up 13 of 'em,

because he's too chicken to go past a million percent.

I give him a shot at real immortality,

and he's all like, "Oh, the void, it's so unbearable."

- All he needs for redemption is a single moment.

- Well, let's hope he knows the moment when it comes.

(lively ringtone music)

- Maya.

- (sighs) Listen,

I know it's been a long time since we've talked,

but I've been...

I'd like to believe that some of the things

that I've been thinking about you,

that maybe there's some other explanation.

(air pops)

- I'm glad you called.

- Anyway, I'm in my apartment. Could you come down?

- Five minutes?

- Okay.

(tense pensive music)

- I wasn't sure if I was gonna see you again.

- You went to RomaChron. I saw it on your computer.

That's Abraham-Louis's company.

- Yes, Abraham-Louis has a descendant too, and she's Black.

- Black?

- I think you're right, Maurice.

I don't think you can help Rudy Lotz directly,

but I think you can be a catalyst

to bring Marie Valais and Rudy together.

- And then what?

- I'm not sure.

Devil's obviously been influencing events over the decades.

It's no accident Rudy's a racist.

- So the devil can see the future?

- Valais will be here in 92 days.

I set an appointment. That'll still leave you 15 minutes.

- And what if you're not here?

- [Morgan] What?

- The devil knows everything we're going to do.

What if he moves you?

What if he sends you to hell so that you can't help me?

- He won't! (Maurice sighs)

- You can't know that!

- Maurice.

(air whooshing)

- It's the air circulating in the room.

Breezes become hurricanes in the chronosphere!

- What have you done?

- I had to bring you with me.

I had to make sure you'd be there when the time came.

(air whooshing)

- I have to get out!

(tense pensive music)

There's somebody I have to talk to!

(tense pensive music continues)

(air whooshing)

You have to let me out!

- I can't!

- Give me the watch!

- No!

(Morgan groaning)

Just wait!

It will only take a moment in the void!

(Morgan groaning)

(Maurice groaning)

- He's gone, all right? It's been three months!

- But his stuff's still up there.

- Fine, he's on a business trip, he's on vacation.

Why don't you take this opportunity to forget about him?

(pensive music)

Look, I know you loved him.

I'm sorry.

(pensive music continues)

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Gonna send her an email?

You think she checks her own emails, the CEO of the company?

I thought you were autistic, not retarded.

Want a cigarette?

(devil sighs)

What do you say we blow this pop stand and have some fun?

(lighter clicks)

You might wanna think about it before you say no.

I mean, you're cute, in a freaky sorta way,

but normal girls are gonna steer clear, believe me.

(tense pensive music)

Fine, but you're not gonna stay a kid forever.

(pensive music)

- How much time left?

- 21 minutes, 21 minutes to noon.

Now you understand about the void.

- Mr. Pym?

Marie Valais. I'm sorry I can only talk for a moment.

I'm waiting on a call from Zurich. What can I help you with?

- Ms. Valais, how much do you know

about the history of your family?

- (scoffs) That's an odd question. What's this about?

- What do you know about the perpetual watch?

Do you know who invented it?

- Yes, I do, Abraham-Louis Valais.

- No, no, the watch was designed by a man

named Maurice Jeanrichard,

who bequeaths it to the woman he loved, Beatrice Lotz.

And after she died, Abraham-Louis Valais

stole the idea and claimed it as his own.

- Where did you hear that story?

- You know it? You've heard it before!

- I don't know who you are or what you want,

but this conversation is over.

- Ms. Valais, the Lotz family has suffered greatly

over the last two centuries.

There's one surviving member of the family here

in the Vancouver Correctional Center,

a very troubled young man named Rudy Lotz,

who could use your help.

- And why would I be interested in helping

a complete stranger, a convict,

based on some 200-year-old story?

- 'Cause sometimes, the past still affects the present.

It's why Jewish families are getting settlements

from Swiss banks.

- Morgan, that's a German name, isn't it?

- Ms. Valais!

Please, for the sake of decency,

would you read this?

(pensive music)

- Yeah, well, I had to go back some time.

Can't let my baby brother buy my groceries forever.

- And I get free coffee when you're workin'.

- Yeah.

Just, there's this other waitress there, Jillian.

She's got this little girl, you know,

and this husband, Hank.

He's not nice to her.

She cries all the time, and I'll look at her and I'll think,

"Maybe it is just a dream," you know?

Maybe there is no happily ever after.

Maybe I'm better off alone.

(elevator dings)

So you're back?

- Yeah.

Look, Maya, that day you called, something came up.

- Right, they didn't have phones where you were?

(lively ringtone music)

No, you know what? Forget it.

It's for the best.

It was too much baggage. Let's just let it go.

(lively ringtone music) (pensive music)

(elevator whirring)

(Morgan sighs)

- Yeah.

- Mr. Pym, Wendy Ailes. I've been callin' you for months.

Ever hear of voicemail?

- What can I do for you?

- You can pay the bills I sent you, for one thing.

I dug up some real dirt on that Lotz thing.

- What dirt?

- I don't think Beatrice killed herself.

- Then what?

- I think he killed her

for the design of that perpetual watch.

He couldn't get it by marrying her,

so he killed her and took it.

Abraham-Louis Valais killed Beatrice Lotz.

- Your check's in the mail.

(Wendy chuckles)

(telephone rings)

- RomaChron, how may I direct your call?

- I need to talk to Marie Valais.

- [Secretary] I'm sorry, she's not available right now.

- It's Morgan Pym. It's critical that I talk to her.

- Actually, she's not here right now.

She left about 10 minutes after you did.

- Left? To where?

- I think she's gonna go see that guy

you were talking about, at the prison.

- Can you give me her cell number?

- I already tried it for somebody else. It's off.

(elevator dings)

- Thanks.

Jeanrichard?

Jeanrichard?

(pensive music)

(distorted speaking over radio)

You were already here?

- I stayed with the Valais woman while she read the diary.

- What's goin' on?

- 31,536,000 seconds of the year, so many,

and I have 125 left.

- Maurice, we have to talk to Valais.

I just found out that Abraham-Louis killed Beatrice.

- For my designs.

Valais knew that, the family secret

passed down all these years.

It's why she agreed to see Rudy, (sighs) to make amends.

I followed her.

I stayed just enough outta synchronization

to remain invisible.

She told him the whole story.

She told him she'd always felt guilty,

even though it happened so many years ago.

She told him she thought the Lotzes had died out.

She thought it was a sign from God

that two strangers had uncovered the story

and brought the two of them together.

- And?

(distorted speaking) (air whooshing)

- Abraham-Louis Valais killed her,

and I am his direct descendant.

I've always felt guilty about it,

even though it was so long ago,

but I thought the entire Lotz line had died out.

- You stole my money?

- I have resources that I can help you with.

The first thing we need to do is get you

some new legal representa...

(Rudy yells) (watch clicks)

(pensive music)

(air whooshing)

(watch clicks) (Marie screams)

(Rudy grunting)

(Marie yells)

(Marie gasping)

(Rudy grunting)

- [Prison Guard] Call 9-1-1!

- Why didn't you stop him?

- He, Abraham-Louis killed Beatrice,

my love!

(pensive music)

It seemed like justice.

- Well, you know what they say.

Justice delayed is justice denied,

and I think we've delayed your justice long enough.

Yeah, time's up! You can look down my shirt if you want.

It's the last glimpse of paradise you'll be getting

for, like, infinity years.

(people screaming)

Oops! Looks like you better start the countdown.

10, nine, eight, (people screaming)

seven, six, five, (clock ticking)

four, three, two,

one. (air whooshes)

Huh.

(tense pensive music)

(Maurice screaming)

(warm pensive music)

(firework whistling) (firework popping)