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(transcendent music)

(vocalizing)

(phone rings)

- [Rachel] Hi, you've reached
Jay and Rachel's residence.

Please leave a message.

We'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Have a great day.

(answering machine beeps)

- [David] Jay, it's David.

Your friend and neighbor, remember?

I know you're in there.

Can you pick up the phone, please?

By the way, when are you
gonna change that recording?

Come on, it's been a year already.

Don't you think it's been long enough?

You can't let what happened
ruin your birthdays forever.

No disrespect.

I mean, I don't think Rachel

would like to see you like this.

(dramatic music)

I'm worried about you, Jay.

Don't make today feel like a year ago.

You have to step out of the hole.

Life goes on.

Have you opened Rachel's gift already?

Don't keep staring at that
box for the rest of your life.

What if it's perishable?

Better not let it rot.

Anyway, I brought you some groceries,

and me and the guys, we bought
you a little gift as well.

Nothing fancy, don't get your hopes up.

Just want you to know
that you're not alone.

It's bad enough we all lost her.

Don't make us feel like we lost you, too.

Happy birthday, buddy.

(pensive music)

(Jay sighs)

(tense music)

(Jay sighs)

(ribbon tearing)

(thoughtful music)

(Jay sighs)

(Jay sighs)

(Jay sighs)

- Come on.

(Jay sighs)

(Jay sighs)

(garage door rattling open)

(engine roaring to life)

(wind whistling)

(thoughtful music)

(whimpering)

(GPS beeps)

- [GPS] Please, make a U-turn.

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(hopeful music)

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(static buzzing)

(GPS beeps)

Please, make a U-turn.

You are on the wrong
course to your destination.

(engine roaring)

(tires squealing)

(tense music)

(tapping on window)

- Hello, Officer.

- Good morning, sir.

- Did I do anything?

- Seems so.

You parked in this area without a permit.

- Well, I thought with a
place as empty as this,

I couldn't possibly offend anyone.

- License and registration, please.

(truck horn blaring)

Thanks for your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

(GPS beeps)

(music overpowers GPS)

(country jukebox music)

- Hey, sugar.

Grab a chair, and I'll be right with you.

♪ Each night brings
back my dreams of you ♪

♪ I cried and cried ♪

Ready to order?

- It'll just be the number
two and a cup of coffee.

- [Waitress] Okay, thanks.

(motorcycle revving outside)

(glass shattering)

- What the hell?

(silverware clattering to floor)

No, stop!

Hey, come back here!

Oh god.

Oh god.

(sobs)

(wind howling)

(car roars by)

(hopeful music)

(tapping)

Oh, come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

(GPS beeps)

- [GPS] In one mile, turn right.

- Thank you.

Yeah, thank you.

(static buzzing)

(wind howling)

(thoughtful music)

Hi, David.

It's me.

I just wanted to thank
you for being my friend,

and for never giving up on me.

You must have noticed by now that my car

is not in the garage, and
you are probably wondering

where the hell I am.

Well, you told me to leave
the hole, and so I did.

I don't know exactly where I'm heading,

but I just want you to
know that I'm all right.

Oh, and by the way, thanks for the gift.

Means a lot to me.

Talk to you later.

Take care, buddy.

(static buzzing)

- [GPS] In half a mile, turn left.

- Thank you.

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

(GPS beeps)

- [GPS] In one mile, turn right.

(GPS beeps)

Turn right.

(GPS beeps)

You have arrived to your destination.

(GPS beeps)

You have arrived to your destination.

(GPS beeps)

You have arrived to your destination.

(wind howling)

- What, this is it?

(peaceful music)

(car door rattling)

- Damn it!

(music swells ominously)

(banging)

(car creaking)

(screams)

(gagging)

(distant sirens wailing)
(somber music)

(birds chirping)

- You know we have a strict

no cell phone use in class policy.

However, your daughter doesn't
want to abide by that policy.

Her conduct is disruptive.

Therefore, I recommend you take
advantage of this suspension

and have a serious talk
with your daughter.

- I'm sorry, this is
a bit hard to believe.

I mean, it doesn't sound like Lucy at all.

I can't think of what would
make her behave like this.

I'm so mad.
- I'm sorry.

Your hand.

- Oh, thank you.

- Do you mind if I ask what happened?

- Uh, we had a gas leak at
the apartment last week,

and I was lighting one
of those scented candles,

and boom, you know?

The air just went up
around me all in flames.

But luckily, Lucy had just
opened the window minutes before.

I mean, I'm lucky I only burned my hand.

Well, and my hair.

Hence, the silly scarf.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

That must have been quite a scare.

Do you think that might be
why she's been acting out?

- I don't think so.

I mean, she didn't get hurt or anything.

- But you could have been seriously hurt.

A life-threatening situation
can change a person.

- Lucy and I had an
argument over that window,

and for no apparent reason,
she decided to open it,

and, I mean, I was not happy about it.

It was freezing outside,
and we were both sick,

and I kept asking her to close
it, but she just ignored me.

Who would have guessed that window

would save both of our lives?

Ironic, huh?

- Given the situation,
here's what I can do.

I won't go on record with
an official suspension.

I don't think Lucy deserves
that kind of blemish

on her school record, anyway.

However, I want you to promise me

that you'll take the next week

to work out this phone issue with her,

so it doesn't escalate into
something more serious.

Sound fair?

- Yes, I appreciate it.

And I promise, she'll be back like new.

(distant sirens wailing)

Lucy!

(pensive music)

Lucy, are you home?

Lucy, didn't I tell you
to get new curtains?

Lucy?

Lucy!

(mom sighs)

- Mom, what are you doing here?

- What does it look like?

I'm looking for you.

- Please, Mom.

Not now.

- I want to know who
gave you a cell phone.

- No one.

- So, how are you paying for it?

- I'm not.

- So, who is?

- No one.

- Wow, a free cell phone
that makes free calls.

Amazing!

Did you steal it?

- Of course not.

- So, what's the story?

Come on, spill it!

- My boyfriend gave it to me.

- Since when do you have a boyfriend?

- Since last week.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- You know what?

I wish you had a boyfriend.

Maybe then you could learn something

about life on planet Earth, for a change.

The problem is, you can't get a boyfriend,

even though you're wearing a
shirt saying, "I love Dick."

- For your information, Phillip K. Dick's

the world's greatest
science fiction writer.

God, you're so ignorant.

- All I want to know is how
you got hold of the cell phone.

- I found it, okay?

I found it.

- Why are you making calls
from it if it's not yours?

- It's complicated, okay?

And I don't want to talk about it.

- Well, it can't be more complicated

than your life's gonna be

if you don't tell me every
singe detail of that story.

Where do you think you're going?

- I don't talk on the phone in class,

if that's what the principal told you.

- Well, he says you do.

Otherwise, he wouldn't bother me with it.

- Well, I don't.

I mean, how could I?

The phone doesn't even work.

- Say again?

- The phone is broken.

It doesn't work.

Never did.

- If it doesn't work, why do you have it?

I mean, that's even more puzzling to me.

Do you just pretend to
talk on the phone in class

to look cool or to piss off the teachers?

Is that the deal?

- No.

- So, what do you do with it?

The principal was very clear

about you being seen
using the phone in class.

Are you saying they made that up?

- I just listen to it.

- You listen to what?

- The phone.

- You listen to the phone.

- Yes.

- Didn't you just say the phone is broken?

- Yes, I did, but sometimes,
I get it out of bag,

and I put it to my ear.

- What for?

- I hear things.

- Oh, god.

What things?

- Words.

- [Mom] Words?

You mean, it plays the radio?

- No, it's not that.

It doesn't work at all, I told you.

- So, how do you hear words?

- Actually, it's just
a single word each day.

- I don't get it.

- I just, I hear one word.

That's it.

Every day, I hear one.

- Lucy, you're not making any sense.

- I knew you wouldn't understand.

That's why I didn't tell you!

- Okay, you found a cell
phone which is dead, kaput,

with no signal, and you
hear words coming from it.

- Yes.

- And these words, what are they?

- [Lucy] Clues.

- Clues about what?

- Promise you won't freak out?

- Lucy, you're scaring me.

- You have to promise.

- Okay, I promise.

- Each word is a clue about
what can save me each day.

- That's not funny.

You're joking, right?

- Does it sound like I'm joking?

This is serious, but I don't want you

to get all freaked out about it, either.

- Come on, Lucy.

How am I supposed to react to that?

- Just listen to the rest
of what I have to say

and be cool, all right?

- I'm listening.

- Remember the fire?

- How can I forget?

- That was when it started.

- What do you mean?

- I found the phone on
the street that morning

and I realized it wasn't working,

so I kept trying to figure
out why it wasn't working,

because it looked new.

I turned it on and off, and
then I put it up to my ear

to check for sound,

and then this word sounded over and over.

- What word?

- Window.

I kept hearing the word window,

and then, I got home, and I saw myself

running toward the kitchen window,

not really sure what to do,
and then I just opened it.

And then, you know what happened.

- You mean, you opened the window

that saved our lives because
that cell phone told you to?

- I know.

I know what you're thinking.

It's crazy.

- I want you to stop this nonsense.

- No!

You need to hear this!

Yesterday, the word was ticket.

- So?

- Did you see the news?

There was a gang shooting
at the Gray Souls concert.

Two kids got killed.

I was supposed to go, but I didn't.

You know why?

- No, why?

- I lost my ticket.

- Thank God, you lost that ticket, but...

how am I supposed to believe

that you're hearing these
words, or clues, or whatever?

- Mom, you know that I've
never been into superstitious,

hocus-pocus bullshit.

I've always been very rational.

So please, I am begging you to believe me.

- Just tell me one more thing.

- What?

- What's today's word?

Did it save your life already?

- I know today's word, but
nothing's happened yet.

- [Mom] So, what's the word?

- Why should I tell you?

You don't believe me, anyway.

- How am I supposed to believe you

if you don't tell me what the word is?

- I have an idea.

I'm gonna write down the word.

This way, you won't know until it happens.

This way, you won't be obsessing about it.

- Me, obsess?

I have a better idea.

- What is it?

- Can I see the phone?

- What for?

- I just want to hold it for a second.

- What's the idea?

- I'll show you.

(dramatic music)

- [Lucy] What are you doing?

- I'm sorry to do this,

but I have to put an end
to this charade right now!

If you need guidance you come to me

and listen to what I say,

not some ridiculous broken phone!

Lucy!

(both screaming)

Hold on, hold on.

- Don't let go!

Please don't let go!

- Hold onto my hand!

- [Lucy] I'm dropping.

- Lucy, I've got you!

- [Lucy] Mom, Mom!

- I've got you, hold onto
my hand, don't let go!

Don't let go.
(screaming)

Hold on tight, baby, hold on tight!

You have to hold on!

(screaming)

- [Lucy] Oh my God, I'm
slipping, I'm slipping!

(Lucy screaming)

(music overpowers voices)

- Don't let go!

(Lucy sobbing)

(both panting)

- That phone was meant to
kill you, not save you.

- Think again.

(eerie music)

(happy piano music)

Mom, are you sure about this?

I don't think leaving town all of a sudden

is gonna make any difference.

- I promised your principal

that we would go away for
a week, just the two of us,

and that's exactly the
way it's going to be.

- It's always been just the two of us,

no matter where you take me.

- I need to figure out
what's going on with you

and that phone, and I
can't think at the house.

If you're tired of it
being just the two of us,

why didn't you bring your
imaginary boyfriend along?

- Maybe I can't get a boyfriend

because you can't get a boyfriend.

I have a feeling that it's true.

- [Mom] Ha, ha.

- Where are we going, exactly?

- [Mom] I'm not sure.

- [Lucy] As long as it's not Mexico.

- For God's sake, Lucy, we're
not running from the police.

- What, you think only
criminals want to go to Mexico?

- Shh, please, I've been thinking.

- Look, it's easy.

We can't go west, because
we're already as far west

as we can possibly go, we can't go south

because we aren't outlaws,
and we can't go north

because we can't get a man in LA,

chances are we'll die
single in San Francisco,

so I guess there's only one option left.

- Which is?

- [Lucy] Vegas.

- (laughs) You wish.

So tell me something.

How often do you hear those words?

- Every day, I told you.

- And it's just one word each day.

- Yes.

- So if each word lasts 24 hours,

after midnight, you should hear a new one?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Can't wait.

- [Lucy] Have you figured
out where we're going yet?

- No, not yet.

- I know that you also like
to travel into the unknown.

- What are you doing?

- I am going to do my own traveling.

- What book is it?

- The Time Machine, by HG Wells.

- [Mom] Didn't they
make a movie about that?

- Several.

- So, why do you want
to still read the book?

- Actually, I'm reading it
now for a the third time.

- Are you insane?

Why?

- Because I'm doing my
thesis on time traveling.

- Oh, my God, Lucy.

If it's time traveling you're into,

why don't you just watch the
Back to the Future trilogy,

instead of reading the
same book three times?

- Well, actually, I've
only read the book once,

but because I managed to go back in time

twice to the exact moment
before I read the book,

I don't remember it, so technically,

although I've read the book twice already,

I'm reading it now for the first time.

- What?

- Okay.

You need to relax.

I'm just teasing.

(music swells emotionally)

(crickets chirping)

(singing in foreign language)

- [Attendant] How many rooms?

- [Mom] Just one.

With two beds, please.

- 30 bucks.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- I need to get some sleep.

- No, you can't.

Do you think I can go
to sleep without knowing

what's the next word that's
gonna save my daughter?

- I told you, I only get one word per day.

- I know.

It is the next day.

Past midnight, in case you hadn't noticed.

- Are you for real?

- You bet I am, so you
better grab that cell phone

and start listening, 'cause
I'm not going to sleep,

and neither are you,
until we hear God's word.

- Look, it doesn't happen like that.

I just can't force the phone

to give the word whenever I want.

It happens when it has to
happen, not because I want it to.

- Will you just try it for a bit?

- Mom, I'm tired.

- Just try it, for God's sake.

- You know, I've been doing this alone,

and I'm not sure it's gonna work

with you staring at me like that.

- Do you want me to close my eyes?

(Lucy sighs)

- I think I can hear something.

- What?

What do you hear?

- I hear...

Sleep.

- Don't be smart.

Just concentrate, will you?

- I hear nothing.

Can we do this tomorrow, please?

- All right, all right.

Have it your way.

- Wait.

(tense music)

- What is it?

- Shh.

I'm getting it.

- Well, say it.

- King.

- What?

- It's king.

The word is king.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means what it means.

- King is the clue.

- King of what?

- I don't know, but it's
gonna save my life somehow.

I guarantee it.

- But what king?

- Well, maybe it's King Kong.

He seems to be keen on girls.

- This is not funny.

- Look, can we go to bed now?

Nothing's gonna happen tonight anyway,

so we might as well just
deal with it in the morning.

- Wait!

- What?

- You can't sleep in this bed.

- Why not?

- It's not safe.

- What?

- Just, just get out of
bed and come with me.

- Are you kidding me?

Mom, are you insane?

(bell dinging)

- Hello?

- What are you doing?

- Excuse me!

Hi, we need a king-size bed, please.

- I don't think there's
one available tonight.

- Well, could you just check, please?

It's very important.

(singing in foreign language)

- Well, there is one,

but I don't think it's in good condition.

- It'll be fine.

- The toilet is clogged.

- We don't mind.

- Thank you.

- Enjoy.

- [Lucy] Yes, thanks.

- If king's going to save you,

then you'll be sleeping on one.

Okay, here it is.

Can't take any chances.

- Oh, my god.

King Kong was here, and he left evidence.

- If you need to pee,
just use the bathtub.

- [Lucy] Whatever.

(ominous tones)

- Rise and shine, my queen.

Come on, we gotta go get you your king.

- What time is it?

- How do I look?

- You remind me of my mother.

- Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

You know, some people

think you still have a pretty hot mommy.

- I heard what the kids in
the neighborhood call you.

MILF.

- MILF?

What the hell is that?

- Mother I'd like to fantasize.

- Oh, my god, Lucy.

That's disgusting.

- Mom, you're too uptight.

You know you're never
gonna find a man that way,

and you really need one.

Badly.

(stifling laughter)

- You better work on that laughter,

'cause you make the sound that dogs make

just before they throw up.

- Well, where are we gonna find breakfast?

- Burger King.

Where else?

Here.

This was all I could find.

There isn't a Burger
King in a 30 mile radius.

I still think we should get
one, though, just to be safe.

- How do you figure a
Whopper's gonna save me today?

- Kings aren't to be questioned.

I bought this for you.

- The Shining, by Stephen King?

Really?

- Yeah.

Hold onto it, at least until midnight.

- And I thought I was going crazy.

You know that Stephen King
writes mostly horror stories,

which usually end badly
for the main character?

Most of his stories are pretty creepy,

like this one, for instance.

It's a bloodbath from start to finish.

- Hey, I remember the movie,
and I'm tense enough already.

Change the subject.

- You know, you've never
given me a book before.

- Of course I have.

- Nope.

This is the first one.

- I gave you a diary once.

- It's not exactly a book.

- It is once you write in it.

(thoughtful music)

- Okay, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

- Oh, just make sure you
take Stephen with you.

- People might think

that I'm gonna use that
for something else.

- Take it.

Don't use all the pages!

Save some for me.

(boys snorting in laughter)

- Hey, shithead!

Where's my 20 bucks you owe me?

- I said I'd get it.

- You said the same thing
yesterday, and I want it now.

- Yeah, well, I don't have it here.

I can get it tomorrow.

- You have until midnight,

or you're never gonna see

your Fisher-Price, limited
edition chess board again.

All right?

- It's Bobby Fisher, you idiot.

(pieces clattering across sidewalk)

- Hey, where do you think you're going

with my daughter's bag?

- Let go of me, you crazy lady!

- You're not going anywhere!

- [Motorcycle Thug] Get your hands off me.

- You let go, you little bastard.

- Get your hands off me!

- [Mom] Give me the bag!

Give it to me!

- You bitch!

Let go of the bag!

- [Lucy's Mother] Let
go of it, give it to me!

- You let go first!

You want a piece of this?

- Mom!

- You are so dead, bitch!

- No!

(gunfire pops)

(tense dramatic music)

Get out of here!

Run to the car, Lucy!

Run, Lucy!

Throwing a book at a guy
who was holding a gun.

What were you thinking?

- He was gonna shoot you!

What was I supposed to do?

- You don't put yourself
in danger because of me!

I can handle myself.

So much for Stephen King.

That phone was meant to
kill you, not save you.

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

What's that?

- My savior.

- I'll be damned.

- This isn't my stuff.

- What?

- This is definitely not my bag.

- Dammit.

- Where did you get it?

- Well, I thought it was yours.

That guy had it.

- Well, I put my stuff under the bench.

Did you check?

- I didn't see anything.

I thought that guy took it.

- Well, obviously not.

- Shoot.

- We have to go back.

- Are you crazy?

We're not going back there.

- I had all my stuff in there.

- Well, forget it.

I'll buy you new books.

- My thesis notes!

That's months of work.

- I tell you what, if you can
go back in time and get it,

be my guest.

We're not going back.

I'm sorry, honey.

- What am I supposed to
do with all this stuff?

- Don't touch anything.

We don't want our fingerprints on it.

Throw it out the window.

(bag hitting pavement)

(inspirational music)

- All right, here's the deal.

Tonight, we sleep on my rules.

I get my own bed, and I'm not telling you

the word before the morning.

- Okay, well, just one more thing.

- What?

- The day is not over yet,

so you better hold onto your savior, okay?

Here, take the wheel for a second?

There.

Keep it on.

- I'm doomed.

You just hung the king.

- Do you think if I listen to
the phone, I would hear words?

- I don't know.

Why don't you try it?

- Well, what does the voice sound like?

- What voice?

- The voice you hear.

Is it a man's voice or a woman's?

- Who says I hear voices?

- How do you hear the word?

- It just sort of pops into my head.

I don't know.

- Okay, that's freaky.

- Oh, damn it.

- What's wrong?

- My head, it hurts.

- What, is it serious?

- Yes, it hurts.

- We'll go to a drugstore
and get you some Advil.

Stupid cellphone.

It's probably the radiation.

It's cooking your brain cells
and turning you into a mutant.

- Mom.

Something just happened.

- What is it?

- There's a new word.

- What?

- I just heard a new word.

- Well, how can that be?

I mean, I'm the one
holding the cell phone.

You're not even holding it.

- I know, I don't know.

- I mean, isn't it just one word per day?

- Listen, I don't make the rules.

I'm just as confused and
surprised as you are,

but the fact is

that I just got a new
word buzzing in my head.

- For Christ's sake, Lucy,
when is this ever gonna end?

I mean, you're joking, right?

Tell me you're joking.
- No, I'm not.

- So, what the hell's the new word?

- Air.

(dramatic music)

- Air.
- Yeah.

- Like the wind?

- Yeah.

- Well, here.

Have plenty of it.

How's your headache now?

(thoughtful music)

What are you doing?

Leave the window open.

- I'm getting cold.

Can we close the others, too, please?

- I don't think that's wise.

- You know, I think it's probably better

if I never tell you any more words again.

- Why?

- Because you're probably gonna
make me sleep on an air bed.

You know, you started by saying
that all this was happening

because I was obsessed about it,

but you've been acting a lot worse.

Didn't you learn anything from the king?

If the air is gonna save me,

it might as well be in the
way that we least expect,

so don't try to help, 'cause
you're making it a lot worse.

You know, just stop the car.

- All right, I'll put the windows up.

- [Lucy] Stop the car.

- You don't have to get so upset!

- Stop the car!

- What for?

- Just stop it, or I'm
gonna throw up in your lap.

- Lucy!

Come on, Lucy.

Lucy!

Come back here!

(unsettling music)

(GPS beeps)

- [GPS] Half a mile to your destination.

(car door rattles)

- Dammit.

(camera shutter clicking)

(music swells dramatically)

(water splashing)

- Oh, my god.

(banging)

- Lucy!

(water splashing)

(tense music)

(startling tone)

(wind howling)

(dramatic music)

(ominous tones)

(man sighs)

- Claire?

Claire?

(phone rings)

Well hello, Claire.

- [Claire] Did you find the place already?

- Yeah.

What's going on, sis?

I haven't heard from you in
over two and a half years,

and all of the sudden,
you leave me this message

to drive a million miles out
to this godforsaken place.

Is this a mental health test?

- [Claire] Well, Matt,
it may surprise you,

but I need your help
with one of my patients.

- One of your patients needs my help?

(Matt laughs)
- [Claire] I'm very serious.

I think you may hold the
key to save this patient.

- Well, you're the shrink, not me.

- [Claire] Will you just listen

to what I have to say, please?

- I'm listening.

- [Claire] I've been taking
care of a special patient.

His name is Daniel Doyle.

Age 17.

He's been interned in
the mental health center

for a year now.

- You still work at that nuthouse?

- [Claire] Yep.

Just got promoted last week to
Vice President of the Board.

- Wow, congrats, VP.

- [Claire] It just lasted a day, though.

- What happened?

- [Claire] Differences
of opinion, you know?

This kid, Daniel, for instance.

They wanted to release him
against, well, my opinion.

- What is your opinion?

- [Claire] I believe he's
gonna seriously hurt himself

as soon as he gets out.

- What do you mean by
seriously hurt himself?

- [Claire] Suicide.

- Right.

How do I fit in the picture?

- [Claire] Daniel's girlfriend died,

and he's not been able to deal with it.

I think this kid needs
to connect with someone

he believes can really
understand his pain.

Someone he can look in
the eye and respect.

- And you think that's me.

- [Claire] Yes, I do.

Will you talk to him, please?

- Well, Claire, my girlfriend didn't die.

- [Claire] I know.

But you almost did.

He's such a good kid.

He reminds me of you.

- Really?

Well, can you tell me why you made me

come all the way out here?

- [Claire] We'll get into that later.

Now, just listen to me carefully.

- Okay, go on.

- [Claire] About a year
ago, during spring break,

this kid Daniel and his
girlfriend, Jennifer,

were camping at Lake Mirage.

She went for a swim while
Daniel was taking pictures

with his digital camera.

They were both having fun

when Jennifer had a seizure
and started drowning.

She went down really fast.

Daniel, however, was quick to react.

He jumped into the water
and dived down, grabbed her,

carried her ashore, and performed CPR.

But unfortunately, she didn't survive.

Now, here's Daniel's dilemma.

According to his statement,

he claims he couldn't
cope with losing her,

so he decided to end his life as well.

A week after her funeral,

he jumped into the lake, and guess what?

- Well, he didn't die.

I can figure that much.

- [Claire] Exactly.

But the extraordinary
thing is that he claims

that he actually drowned and
woke up again on the lake

just as he was trying
to save his girlfriend.

- I think you kind of lose me, there.

- [Claire] What I mean is
that he jumped into the lake,

drowned, and woke up
trying to save Jennifer.

- Isn't Jennifer dead, at this point?

- [Claire] She is, but not
if you travel back in time.

- So, so, let me get this straight,

while he's drowning, he
travels back in time,

and wakes up at the exact
moment of the lake incident.

- [Claire] Exactly, as she's drowning.

- Okay, what happens next?

- [Claire] And then he tries to save her,

but never succeeds.

So, he tries to go back again, and again,

until, he hopes, one day, he will succeed.

- So he's, like, in a time loop.

- [Claire] Yes, but there's
another interesting detail.

- Really?

What's that?

- [Claire] Climb on top of
the first cargo airplane

and call me when you get there.

- Okay.

- [Claire] Go to the back of the airplane.

Look for a small hatch
behind the right wing.

Can you see it?

- Yeah, I see it.

- [Claire] Open it up and
tell me what you find.

- It's a digital camera with a key on it.

- [Claire] Do you see that camera?

- Yep.

- [Claire] Daniel claims
he can only go back in time

if he takes his camera with him.

That same camera.

- How does that work?

- [Claire] He takes his own
picture with that camera

just before he dies,

and that's what makes
time traveling possible.

- Kid has a pretty wild imagination, huh?

- [Claire] Tell me about it.

- How did he end up in
your care at the center?

- He was caught trying to drown himself.

Someone saw him and stopped him.

The incident was reported to his parents,

and he was brought to the clinic.

Consequently, the Board
agreed he should be interned.

- The same Board that
now thinks he's fine.

- [Claire] Bingo.

- Well, there's one thing

that I still don't understand, Claire.

- [Claire] What is it?

- Did you have me come
all the way out here

just to pick up the kid's camera,

or is there something else going on?

'Cause you're starting to freak me out.

You gonna tell me what's
really going on here?

- [Claire] I'm in trouble, Matt.

- You don't say.

Let me guess.

Your opinion was that strong.

- [Claire] I guess it runs in the family.

- Well, spill it, Claire.

What exactly did you do?

- [Claire] Before Daniel was
released from the center,

I took him out of there.

- Please don't tell me
you kidnapped the kid.

- [Claire] I care about him, Matt.

I had to do something.

- Well, where is he?

- See that cargo airplane behind?

- [Matt] Yeah.

- [Claire] He's in there.

- The kid's in the aircraft?

Where the hell are you?

- [Claire] I was hiding with him there,

but the cops got me yesterday,
and now I'm home, arrested.

- Are you out of your mind?

- [Claire] What was I supposed to do?

The moment he walks,

he'll go straight to the
first body of water he finds.

- Do you know what you've done?

Not only are you gonna lose your license,

they're gonna put you away forever.

- [Claire] It doesn't matter,
as long he's safe and alive.

Please, Matt.

He has no one else.

- Claire, I can't be involved in this.

I got enough problems of my own.

- [Claire] I just want you
to talk to him, that's all.

- I'm sorry, Claire, but I can't.

- [Claire] Not too long ago,
you were in this kid's shoes.

Did you forget that already?

I nearly lost my brother
right under my nose,

because I was too busy
dealing with my own problems.

The signs were all around me,

but I just decided to ignore them,

and I do regret that very much.

So if there's anything I
can do to help someone else

who's going through that
same kind of emotional pain

that makes you wish you
could end it all, I will.

- How long have you kept
the camera from the kid?

- [Claire] From day one,

when it was brought into the center.

- Well, all right.

If the kid thinks this
camera's a time machine,

I think I wanna know how it works.

(inspirational music)

(tense music)

(cargo door slams open)

(suspenseful music)

You in here, Daniel?

(tense dramatic music)

Daniel?

(clanging)

Is that you, Daniel?

(clanging)

Daniel?

- Who are you?

- I'm Matt.

Claire's brother.

- Welcome aboard to flight nowhere, Matt.

- Never really enjoyed flying, myself.

Like to keep my feet on the
ground, if you know what I mean.

- Don't tell me.

You're a shrink, too.

- No, no, definitely not.

I'm not a doctor of any kind.

Still, Claire believes
that I can help you.

God knows why.

I sure don't.

Helped a dog, once.

But I'm not a vet, either.

As a matter of fact, I'm
unemployed at the moment.

(scoffs)

Basically, I'm just a sucker.

A lot like you. No offense.

You do know she's just
trying to help you, right?

- It's not working.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Hey, I don't blame you for
being so mad at the world.

It's a tough thing to lose
your girlfriend like that.

I know how that can mess with your head.

- Really?

Did your girlfriend die, too?

- No.

I hope not.

- What do you mean?

- She disappeared?

- What, like, kidnapped, or something?

- She just left.

- And I thought I was the biggest sucker.

- Yeah, you're probably right about that.

I don't blame her, though.

I was just a stupid kid.

- So, what happened?

- Well, I was 16 and a rich kid,

born and raised in a
wealthy family in Chicago.

My parents had big plans for me.

I was bit of a prodigy in college,

so I was about to go into med school.

So far, so good, right?

And then fate decided to
change things up on me.

Guess what?

I fell in love.

(scoffs)

The only problem with that
was that she was 20 years old,

and a cab driver.

(thoughtful music)

Should have been smarter than
to try and force my parents

to accept the fact that I wanted to marry

this 20 year old immigrant taxi driver,

with a diamond-shaped tattoo on her face.

Boy, oh, boy, did they go
on a crusade against us.

It was pure lunacy.

And even then, I still
thought we could win.

So, we decided that we would pretend

it was over until I was legal...

for two years.

That was hard.

But we had a secret signal.

Whenever we'd cross each other's paths,

we would touch our noses.

It's an ancient signal Arctic tribes use.

Whenever the men were
gonna go on a long hunt

across the icy desert,

the wives would touch
their noses like this...

It means that my heart will follow you

to the ends of the Earth.

We thought that was an appropriate signal,

because the environment surrounding us

was colder than an Arctic winter night.

Sad thing is, we didn't survive it.

You see, my parents are hard to fool.

They found out she
didn't have a green card,

and had her blackmailed with deportation.

Hey, crazy teenage drama, right?

- So, what happened to her?

- Never saw her again.

- What did you do?

- Tried to go back in time, like you.

- How?

- Needless to say, I didn't succeed.

- Looks like you're stuck.

- Life's so much like a dark comedy.

When all this happened, all I
wanted to do was end my life,

and here I am, carrying an
EpiPen in wallet everywhere I go.

- An EpiPen?

- Autoinjector of epinephrine.

(Velcro ripping open)

I'm allergic to bees, and without EpiPen,

one sting could mean the end.

Pretty pathetic, huh?

- So, tell me, what changed in your life

since then that made you
trade your razorblades in

for an EpiPen?

- Hope.

Like you, I hope that I can find a way

to travel back in time
and be with my girl again.

I just don't think killing
myself's the answer.

Unless, of course, you and
your camera can prove me wrong.

- What kind of proof do you need?

- You could bring me some photos.

You know what they say.

A picture's worth a thousand words.

- If you give me my camera back
and help me get out of here,

I'll get you the pictures that you need.

- I'll see what I can do.

(crickets chirping)
(ominous tones)

- [Claire] Thank you
for staying overnight.

- How could I turn down free lodging

at such a thematic campsite?

- [Claire] What are you thinking?

- I think those handcuffs

are gonna look really bad on your record.

- [Claire] I'm sorry,
but desperate situations

call for desperate measures.

We can't let him go

before we're sure he's gonna be all right.

- He's never gonna be all right

if we don't let him go, Claire.

- [Claire] You know, Mom
and Dad miss you so much.

You should try to forgive them.

- Maybe.

- [Claire] It's a damn shame

you had to fall for that wrong girl.

- She wasn't the wrong girl.

- [Claire] I'm sorry.

You know I didn't mean it.

God, it's been, like, 10 years.

Did you ever get any news from her?

- No.

- [Claire] I can't believe
you're still in love.

You are, aren't you?

- I think it's a little
late for a therapy session.

- [Claire] You know what?

In part, I really envy you.

- I think we both need to get some sleep.

- [Claire] I'll try my best.

Good night.

- Night.

(thoughtful music)

(ominous tones)

(birds chirping)

(hopeful music)

- Are you heading west, by any chance?

- Jump in, young dude.
- All right, thanks.

(engine revs)

- [Claire] Please tell
me you didn't let him go.

- Look, you said you wanted Daniel

to talk to someone he could
look in the eye and respect,

someone he knew could understand

what he was going through, right?

- [Claire] Yeah, I guess I said that.

- Well, the only way for
Daniel to really believe

that I understand what he's going through

was to set him free.

- [Claire] He's not ready yet.

- Now, we know Daniel
tried to kill himself,

and when you think of doing something

that terrible to yourself,

you feel so lonely it's unbearable.

I know, because I did.

I felt so miserable and
lonely that I didn't think

anyone could endure that kind of pain

and still go on living.

Now, Daniel may still be out there,

and he may still be thinking
about killing himself,

but he knows there's
someone else out there

who endured his pain and
still walks among the living,

who knows he's not alone,

and he knows that person's right here,

perfectly happy to give
him a helping hand.

- [Claire] I hope you're right, Matt.

I really hope you're right.

- If it makes you feel any better,

I think I know exactly where he's headed.

- [Claire] Where?

- Well, he tried to drown
himself at Lake Mirage

to wake up and save his
girlfriend at Lake Mirage.

So I think that's where he's headed,

and that's about three hours from here.

- [Claire] He's gonna die, Matt.

I know it.

- No, don't worry.

Let me handle this, okay?

I'll find him, and I'll
make sure he's all right.

(engine revving)

(hopeful music)

- So, my sister, she's 65.

She comes home one day,

and she hears this strange
sound coming from her bedroom,

so she goes in, and she finds
her 40 year-old daughter,

that's my niece, playing with a vibrator.

You know what a vibrator is, right?

- Yeah, I know.

Internet.

- Ah, gotcha.

So, she says, "What're you doing?"

And her daughter says,
"Mom, I am 40 years old.

"Look at me.

"I'm ugly.

"I am never gonna get married.

"This is as close to a
husband as I'm gonna get."

- Yeah, sad.

- Yeah, it's sad.

Next day, my brother-in-law comes home,

and he hears that same buzzing sound

coming out of his daughter's room.

He goes in, and there she
is, using the vibrator.

He says, "What the hell is going on here?"

And she says, "Dad, I just told Mom.

"I'm 40 years old, I'm ugly,
I am never gonna get married.

"This is pretty much my husband."

So he, you know, walks out
of the room kinda sad-like.

Next day, my sister comes home,

and she finds him on the
couch, beer in one hand,

vibrator in the other hand,

and watching football on television.

She says, "What in
heaven's name is going on?"

He says, "Well, what does
it look like's going on?

"I'm drinking a beer and watching

"a football game with my son-in-law."

(laughing)

Son-in-law.

So, where did you say you were from?

- [Daniel] I didn't, actually.

- Well, where are you from?

- I was born in Iceland
and raised in California.

I think such a sudden
extreme change of climate

must have screwed my brain cells somehow

'cause I ended up staying in a nuthouse.

- Really?

Wow.

When was that?

- Very, very recently.

Don't worry, I'm harmless.

- You look fine to me.

(laughs)

You know, I've had my time
with psychiatrists, too.

- And how was that?

- I got this seizure that used
to knock me out all the time,

every time I tried to, you know,

come together with my woman.

I couldn't perform because I'd pass out

before I ever got started.

How about that, huh?

So, the doctors thought,
"Oh, it's probably mental,"

and they sent me on to
a mental institution.

That's where they, you know,

tried all kinds of freaky tests on me.

Finally, it comes out I'm
just allergic to latex.

You know, can't wear rubber.

- You mean condoms?

- All rubber.

And especially condoms.

The initial diagnosis, I guess, was right.

I have a problem with my head.

(laughs)

- That's kinda freaky.

- Yeah. Eh, not so bad, though.

At least I won best parking in town.

- Sweet.

- You know, you must've had
a lot of things happen to you

in that nuthouse.

- Like every drama has its
good comedy moments, I guess.

- Well, let's hear 'em.

- Well, there was this one time,

we had a visit from a wealthy benefactor

of the mental institution.

She was a really classy and
really conservative lady,

and on their tour of one of the floors,

she passed a room where this
male patient was masturbating.

She was in complete awe.

Like, "This is disgraceful.

"How is this justified?"

And the doctor explained, like,

"I'm really sorry, ma'am,

"but he has a really serious condition

"where if he doesn't do
that several times a day,

"he's afraid that his testicles are gonna

"swell up and explode and he'll die."

- You know, that can actually happen.

- So, the lady was like,
"Oh, that's terrible."

And they continued on with the tour.

And in the very next room,
she sees Nurse Chavez,

the hottest nurse you can imagine,

going down on another male patient.

(laughs)

And the lady was so shocked.

Like, "How is this justified?

"What is going on in this hospital?

"I don't understand."

And the doctor was so embarrassed
he didn't know what to do,

so he puts on a straight face,

turns to her to look her
in the eye, and tells her,

"Same condition, better health plan."

(laughs)

- Better health plan.

Better health plan!

There you go, son.

(thoughtful music)

- All right, thanks for the ride.

- [Driver] You got it.

(register dinging)

- [Cashier] $3.

- [Matt] Thanks.

- Hey, mister.

Will you blow this up for me, please?

- Where are your parents?

- My mommy's inside buying candy.

Please?

- (sighs) Sure.

Let's stretch it out.

(girl screams)

- Mommy!

(dramatic music)

- Sir?

Sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

- [Girl] Mommy!

- Get an ambulance!

- Got it!

(girl sobbing)

- Oh Jesus.

Lucky day, partner.

(EpiPen hissing)

Come on.

Breathe for me, buddy.

Come on, partner.

Come on, sir.

Breathe for me, please.

Breathe for me.

Take a breath!

You can do this!

(gasps)

Yes!

Yes.

Yes.

Sir?

Can you hear me?

- Yes.

- What's your name?

- Justin.

Justin Time.

- Justin Time, huh?

You're a funny guy.

You had an allergic reaction.

An ambulance is on its way.

You're gonna be okay, all right?

- Thank you.

- Be careful, buddy.

(uplifting music)

- I'm Daniel.

- Nice to meet you, Daniel.

I'm Helena.

So, where you heading?

- Uh, straight ahead?

- Yeah, I would assume that.

Otherwise, you'd be catching
rides on the other side.

- I'm trying to reach Lake Mirage.

- Lake Mirage?

Yeah, I think I can
drop you near the lake.

- Oh, great.

- So what are you doing at Lake Mirage?

- I'm going to see my girlfriend.

- Oh.

You sound like you're really
looking forward to it.

- I am, very much.

- Hey, good for you.

(engine roaring)

(upbeat music)

- [Daniel] What about you?
Where are you heading?

- Oh, I'm heading right back here.

This 50 mile stretch of road
is my official work atmosphere.

- You mean, you just go
back and forth all day?

- Oh, yeah.

You'd be surprised how many dead vehicles

I can get in a single day.

If cars were insects, this
rig would be like a spider.

- That'd make you like Spider-Woman.

Well, not Spider-Woman
like a black widow spider

who kills and eats the male after mating.

I mean, like, Spider-Woman
like the superhero,

like Spider-Man, who saves people

and is loved very much for doing so.

(upbeat music)

- So, what does your girlfriend look like?

Is she hot?

- Why do you wanna know?

You into girls?

- You assume I'm a dyke just
because I drive a tow truck?

- No, that's not what I
meant, I was just asking.

No particular need to answer.

- You're funny.

- So, do you have someone?

- You mean a boyfriend?

- Yeah.

- I used to.

But you know, in a job like mine,

I just don't really have much
time for dating, you know?

I think I'll get some
time and stay single.

- Maybe you should get a vibrator.

(laughs)

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

(upbeat music)

All right.

This is it, Daniel.

Lake Mirage is right ahead.

I gotta head back to work now

to my route of choice.

- It was great to meet you, Helena.

- Hey, best of luck to
you and the girlfriend.

- Thanks.

And don't worry about the
whole boyfriend thing.

You'll find one eventually.

Thanks for the ride.

- You're welcome.

(unsettling music)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(music swells dramatically)

- Oh, my God.

(tense dramatic music)

(banging)

- Lucy!

(water splashing)

(screams)

(gagging)

(water splashing)

(gagging)

(water splashing)

(mom coughing)

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

- [Lucy] Mom, there's a new word.

- [Mom] What?

- [Lucy] I just heard a new word.

- [Mom] What the hell's the new word?

- [Lucy] Air.

(panting)

(water splashing)

(thoughtful music)

(mom coughing)

(mom panting)

(mom panting)

(water splashing)

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

(Lucy coughing)

(hopeful music)

(panting)

(door slams shut)

(water lapping at shore)

- I bet the car would run just fine

if you got a tow truck
in here, pulled it out.

- I'm not gonna let you lost that bet.

- I brought a gift for you.

- Proof of time travel?

- I never said I'd bring you proof.

I said I'd bring you
the pictures you need.

- Well, thanks.

- Just don't forget to call a tow truck.

- Will do.

- And thank you.

For everything.

- You take care of yourself, okay?

(hopeful music)

(woman vocalizing)

Helena.

(shuddering breath)

(phone ringing)

- Tow truck service.

- I need a tow truck over at Lake Mirage.

- That's funny.

I was there earlier today.

Um, yeah, I'll be right there.

Don't go anywhere.

- I won't.

- Matt?

(engine roaring)

- Just in time.

(bee buzzing)

(shuddering breaths)

(dramatic music)

We had a secret signal.

It means that my heart will follow you

to the ends of the Earth.

(camera shutter clicking)

(ethereal music)
(vocalizing)

(dramatic music)

(Multicom Jingle)