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Specials are up on the board, doll.

Let me get you a menu.

Hon?

Sorry.

Let me give you a little advice.

Pick something from the first page.

That fancy stuff in the back?

They don't come out looking like the pictures.

I don't want anything from the kitchen.

I have to get going.

Well, let me get you something for the road.

You look like you could use it.

Thanks, Deb.

Where is her body?

Who the fuck are you?

Number 12.

Do you want to live?

Tell me anything about her.

What's her name?

What does she look like?

Where is she?

Her name was Anna.

She lived her whole life in 14 years.

For what?

To cross paths with you?

To get discarded in a ditch?

- Hold on. - Where is she?

Do you even remember?

Please.

Shit.

Do you need a little time to look over this menu, honey?

Who is working in the kitchen?

I don't know. Gustavo and Marvin.

Are you looking for somebody?

Deb, can you get that?

Neville is not working?

There was a hair in my burger. That is disgusting.

I want a refund.

She ate the whole thing.

I'm telling you, she put it there on purpose

and I could get sick...

Cream and sugar?

Stop!

Don't move. Don't move! Wait!

Can I help you find what you are looking for?

All good, thanks!

Ma'am, I'm going to need to see your rental agreement.

Ma'am? Ma'am, stop the car.

Get out of the car, okay? Stop.

- Move! - Shit!

South downhill, approaching South downhill.

Suspect nearing the town...

In pursuit of suspect.

Fuck.

Move it!

Come out of there!

I said, open up!

Breach!

Yes, do you have any adjoining rooms?

No.

Or two rooms next to each other with a cot?

- I can put you in room 12 and 13. - Hi.

Sorry. Hi, can I stay that room?

I'm sorry, what?

Sorry, I know this is weird.

It's just that the door was already open,

so my stuff is inside already.

- Hey there! Hi. - Hi!

You don't have a lighter, by any chance?

If you asked me two weeks ago, I would have, but I just quit.

- I'm so sorry. - Damn.

Are you sure you quit? Not just...

Taking a little vacation?

I'm pretty sure that...

I don't... I have nicotine gum.

It's a bit sweaty.

How can I resist?

Are you new here?

It's not that frightening when you get down there.

Yes, I've been going to a similar one.

Honestly, it just feels like some nights of beer

might do me better.

Yes. I hear that.

What do you think?

To... for beer? To get a beer? For...

For the two of us?

Yes.

Unless you gave that up too.

Listen, I can't go down there.

Let me buy you a beer.

Or a Seven and Seven.

Well, that's my drink.

My first meeting,

it's a month after my wife passed away.

And I was emotion... I was... It was rough, it was bad.

And I showed up late.

And apologized to everybody, came in and sat down,

and this guy was telling a story about falling off the wagon

and crashing his car into a turnpike in an interstate.

And the next woman started talking about making meth

in this meth...

I realized I was in the wrong meeting.

Yes.

And I'm watching everybody tell their stories

and at that point I didn't realize that you didn't have to share

when you came to the meetings.

So I was terrified that I'm going to get called out

for being a narc if I don't tell an equally horrifying story.

So I'm racking my...

And I've never seen hard drugs in my life.

But I'm thinking about maybe my backstory

is that I was doing meth and hit rock bottom

like dissolving a guy in a bath.

I was thinking about Breaking Bad.

I was thinking about every episode, trying to remember.

But when the time came I apologized and anyway,

that was my first session.

Well, I spent my first session

trying to muster up the courage to talk about my daughter

and this 20-year-old kid, I mean, this teenager is an emotional wreck

in the corner, just like loud, ugly crying.

So I stopped to let him take the floor,

thinking he just got orphaned.

Sure.

But as it turns out,

his girlfriend had just dumped him.

Like, come on, dude. You know, keep it together.

You lost your daughter?

It was a long time ago.

Excuse me, can we close out?

- Do you want to get out of here? - Yes, sure.

Is your place close by?

Yes, sure.

Irene?

I don't know if you remember me.

I'm Mrs. Baker. I had you for ninth grade algebra.

I think you got me mixed up with someone else.

Irene Kelly?

Mom, that's not her.

What? That's not her.

She's gone, mom.

They found her after her daughter died.

My God, that's right.

I'm sorry, she was an old student of mine.

You look just like her.

Do you know what?

I have to get going.

- Sorry, this was stupid. - No, I'm sorry.

- That was wild, are you okay? - Yes.

I don't know. That woman.

She got me mixed up with someone else.

It just kind of wigged me out, I guess.

I just feel like I shouldn't really be here.

Is this because she knew your name and that was...

And then she said that they found you

after your daughter died.

Can we acknowledge that was just a bit...?

I just, I'm playing catch up here.

I'm glad you gave up smoking.

I think you finally turned a corner.

You don't need me fucking things up for you.

You look great, Jonathan.

Can I tell you something?

Yes, sure.

We have met before.

When?

Last week.

And the week before that.

And the week before that.

And then we go to this bar

and then we fuck in your car.

Okay.

It's the closest thing I have to a monogamous relationship.

Are you lacing these with PCP or...?

What are you talking about?

I've wanted to tell you for a really long time.

We've met and fucked hundreds of times.

In different parallel universes.

I have been travelling through them.

I...

I stayed in one universe with you for two months.

What is this?

When did you do this?

Don't be scared.

I've been travelling through them looking for my daughter.

Looking for a world where she wasn't kidnapped

and murdered.

But every universe is just like the one before,

they are all the same.

The changes are so small you can barely notice them.

She has been dead in all of them.

So I just keep killing the bastard who did this to her,

over and over again.

I can't stop.

I can't quit.

He has taken everything from me.

I don't even know what I am anymore.

So what can I get you, honey?

Is Neville working tonight?

He called out sick.

Is he a friend of yours?

No.

Shit!

Who the fuck are you?

It's okay.

- I'm not going to hurt you. - Get the fuck away from me!

- Listen, I can help you. - Back up!

God!

Shit.

I'm on your side. Let's get you out of here.

Come on.

Listen, if he gets a jump on us, stick him in the belly and run.

Shit.

- It's okay. - Is he here?

He's gone.

You're going to be okay.

You don't need to worry about him.

- I'll take care of it... - He got away.

I'll find him.

There's a police station a few blocks...

No, no way.

Where do you live? I'll bring you home.

Look, I have to bring you somewhere.

I'm so hungry.

I'll take you wherever you want.

You know, someone is worried sick about you.

I doubt it.

Where do you live?

A group home on Fletcher.

Bunch of kids with behavioral problems.

That dude snatched me the same day I snuck out,

what are the fucking odds?

You're a runaway.

You know, he picked me up like five blocks from my place.

Said he was looking for his dog.

And I believed him. Such a fucking idiot.

- No, you're not. - I mean...

It's not like he was in a rapist van or something.

It was broad daylight.

He was wearing a tie, for fuck's sake.

He was?

I know.

What a fucking psycho.

I mean, who swings by the dry cleaners

before kidnapping kids?

So, how did you know I was in there?

I didn't.

What were you doing there?

- It doesn't matter. - You were going to kill him.

That was the idea.

Do you think the cops will get him?

I will.

How?

There's a place in Echo Canyon.

It's condemned, but...

He squats there sometimes when he wants to lay low.

How long have you been trying to kill this guy?

Long time.

Do you need any help?

We should get you home.

Fuck that place.

Seriously, just 'cause I try to run a few times

they're sticking me with all the crazies.

How far is Echo Canyon?

You don't want to go there.

Trust me, lady, I'd like to see what this guy has coming to him.

I'll never sleep again.

You have to understand that, I mean, knowing he could still be out there.

I just need to know he's dead.

I'll wait in the fucking car if I have to.

I just need to know.

Look, I'm sorry.

I really am.

But it's not going to happen.

You're going home.

You're going to tell the police what happened and...

Everyone is going to find out who he really is.

Thanks for the food.

I should get home

Can I borrow some money?

Yes, I have got some cash in my pack.

Do you mind if I take your singles?

The vending machine at the police station

won't take fives.

Have you been there a few times?

You know, if you want anything more than a granola bar,

those pricks charge you for it.

Take whatever you need.

Thanks.

Well, thanks again.

Are you getting in?

The police station is just a block up.

- Yes, I'll drive you closer. - No, I should walk.

I mean, it's probably better if I don't show up with Mad Max.

Be safe.

Thanks.

I mean it.

Shit.

Shit.

Motherfucker.

Another 50 rounds of Winchester thirty-eights.

Hi.

Cute kid.

Thanks.

Do you think

maybe you could buy me something?

- No, sorry, I don't have any cash. - No, I have money.

- No, look, I can't buy you beer. - No, I don't want beer.

I just need something else.

What?

Bullets.

- What? - Sorry, never mind, I'm kidding.

I'm just fucking around.

Sorry, do you think you could help me with this?

It's a little too high up for me.

Yes, of course.

This is what you want?

Yes.

So you want a toilet?

- Yes. - Alright.

Security! Shoplifter!

Calm down.

Do you need a ride?

Keep rolling, pervert.

No, I...

- I'm just trying to help. - I'm waiting for a woman to stop.

Thanks.

How old are you?

Dude, move on.

You shouldn't be hitching on the side of a highway, alright?

- It's dangerous. - Thanks, dad.

I just don't want to see you on the news, okay?

Look, if you're going to hitch,

there's a rest stop a couple of miles ahead.

I'm not getting in your car.

Shit!

Where are you headed?

Echo Canyon.

Hop aboard.

- Are you a runaway? - I'm 18.

- Is that right? - Yes.

You look like you're still in diapers.

You look old enough to need them again.

Damn, girl!

I just picked your ass up from the side of the road.

Sorry.

Thank you for picking me up.

I had to fend off about half a dozen creeps

looking for more than a passenger.

- I guess I'm a little on edge. - It's okay, I get it.

Hitchhiking at your age,

you have to have a little bark in you.

You're not looking for more than a passenger, right?

You can trust me.

I've been in your shoes before.

Canyon is about two hours North.

Do you need to stop for a piss break?

You can just let me know.

Don't worry.

I'm house trained.

- What? - Where are you taking me?

- You're a little jumpy, aren't you? - I'm not fucking around.

It's okay, honey.

It's a check stop. We're getting lunch.

You're okay.

So, what brings you to Echo Canyon?

Unfinished business.

Well, that's cryptic as shit.

Did you spend

some vacation time there or something?

- No. - Did you see it on a postcard?

No.

Some boyfriend you met online.

Definitely not.

Well, that's what got me.

Young love.

I met a girl.

She was older.

Obviously things were different back then.

- Parents were assholes about it? - No...

I was never going to tell them about that.

I wasn't going to give them a chance to give me the come-to-Jesus talk.

So I just took off.

I spent a whole weekend with this girl in Long Beach.

My parents thought that I was...

You know, at a sleepover somewhere.

Back then, we didn't have cell phones,

so they had to call around,

and it took them a day and a half before they called the police.

And when they finally did, I was home an hour later.

I ran away

for two days.

I didn't like what I saw.

Well...

It doesn't really sound like you gave it a fair shake.

I mean, everything is scary two days in.

Well, that's a good point, yes. Wise words.

The trouble was that I had been dreaming

about taking off for the whole summer,

and when I finally did,

I find out the girl that I had been seeing had been...

carrying on with other people.

I wasn't the only one.

And...

Reality set in.

And then I had to go back and tell my parents.

- Were they pissed? - I was pissed.

I was angry, I was confused, and I...

I was ready to take it on the chin,

but do you know what happened?

They weren't mad at all.

I don't know. They felt really sorry for me.

- I see. - They said growing up is hard.

But it gets easier.

- I get it. - Yes.

Thanks for the sage wisdom.

No, listen, all I am saying is that life gets hard,

and you don't have to do it alone.

Yes, listen, lady, I'm not running from my problems.

I'm heading straight for them.

Well, that's not what I'm saying.

Is everything okay?

Yes, I just have to run to the bathroom.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I just have to drain the dragon.

Drain the dragon? What?

You have something that belongs to me.

- Get off me. - Where is it?

I hocked it for bus money to the canyon.

You didn't bring it to a crowded restaurant.

- Don't make me fire a warning shot. - It's empty.

Are you sure about that?

Christ, what is wrong with you?

- Take your hands off her. - No, you don't understand.

Yes? Maybe you want to explain it to the police.

She is my aunt.

Yes. She tracked me down.

She figured out I was going to the canyon,

so jig is up.

Are you sure everything's okay?

Yes.

We should probably hit the road, right?

I can call the police.

That's not necessary.

I don't like the way you were getting physical with her.

Well, she's not the one picking up minors

from the highway rest stop.

You mean the breakdown lane, honey.

You're lucky you're not road kill.

- You were hitchhiking? - She almost got herself killed.

What do you expect?

It's not exactly like I have bus fare money.

Darla bought me some pancakes,

so you might want to slip her something for the trouble.

I'll be in the car.

No.

Come on. We're really doing this again?

You need to give me the gun and you need to go home.

I'm a hundred miles away.

It's not my problem.

Alright.

Fine, I'll go back in there and ask toothless Joe

to give me a ride back in his semi.

I'm sure I won't end up in a ditch somewhere.

You want the gun, I come with it.

If you want me to go back in there and have Darla call the cops,

that's fine by me.

Good luck explaining that one.

You're going to do everything I tell you

for the next 24 hours, do you got it?

You're going to be quiet.

You're going to wait in the hotel when I tell you to

and tomorrow I'm dropping you off at the police station

and you're going home.

Are we clear?

Cool. Yes, great, okay.

See, that's all I'm asking.

I'll be out of your hair in no time.

So when are we doing this thing?

We'll get the jump on him right before dawn.

We're not going now?

He's paranoid at night, lets his guard down in the morning.

Not to tell you how to do your job or anything,

but it kind of feels like he got the jump on you last time.

Do you know what? You're the boss, morning is great.

There's a motel up the road, you'll stay there,

Okay.

And no sneaking over after I leave or stowing away my truck

or any other kind of bullshit like that, okay?

The guy has got razor wire all over his property.

If you don't know where you're going,

you'll get caught up in it, I promise.

Where are we going?

Dinner.

Here?

The diner is closed.

The convenience store has hot dogs and those taquito things.

Gross.

What the fuck is that?

It's nothing.

It didn't look like nothing.

It looked like a fucking bomb.

It's not a bomb.

Look, if you're going to nuke the whole lake,

I just kind of feel like you should disclose that to me.

It's not a bomb. Just stay away from it.

Grab something to eat, train is leaving in five minutes.

Hi.

The kitchen is closed, the chef got sick,

so you're probably dodging a bullet there.

But let me know if you need anything.

- Can I get 40 on three? - Yes.

Regular? Supreme?

Regular will do it, thanks.

No one ever takes the supreme.

What do you think you're doing?

- Nothing, sorry. - No, not so fast.

Do you care to explain yourself?

- What's going on? - Yes, it's yours.

- What are you doing? - I...

- Did you take anything else? - No.

- Sorry. - She's a bit of a klepto.

- I'm sorry. - No...

No, you're not getting off that easy.

Come on, let's go.

- Let's go. - That is not necessary.

I'm afraid it is.

Yes, this is Gus over at Rest Stop 38.

I got another one of those kids trying to steal a bottle of wine.

- She looks like she's 12. - I'm 15, asshole.

Mia.

And she's cursing now.

I know. Okay, thank you.

On their way.

Dude, I said I'm sorry.

She'll pay for it, okay?

I'm not letting her buy you booze. What do you think this is?

What the fuck is your problem?

Shit.

No!

Give me the slugs.

The bullets!

On the count of three. Go out that door.

Run for the truck, hide in the back. Got it?

- Mia. - Okay.

One, two, three.

Hold up! Hands in the air!

No, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- Who else is in there? - Some fucking crazy lady.

Sir, stay where you are!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Shit! Freeze!

Back up, we need backup!

Get in.

Mia, get in the machine. Let's go.

This is going to hurt.

What the fuck?

It's okay.

No, don't!

Shut it! Are you fucking crazy?

What the...?

It's okay.

What the fuck just happened?

I can explain.

But first we have to get this thing out of here, okay?

How are you?

You have a little blood on you there, honey?

Do you want a Band-Aid?

On the house, of course.

Yes, thanks.

How much for the pick-up outside, the "for sale" sign?

Asking price is 1200.

Do you want to take it for a test drive?

- Does it run? - You bet.

I'll take it.

How much for a bottle of wine?

When you take this truck off my hands,

you can have any bottle you want.

What the fuck is that thing? A time machine?

No, it's not a time machine.

Are you trying to tell me I just dreamt all that shit up?

That you didn't just go all Grand Theft Auto in there?

You didn't dream it.

This is going to be hard to understand.

We live in a multiverse.

What?

- It's a series of... - I know what a multiverse is.

You do?

I go to school. You know that, right?

They teach that in high school physics?

Creative writing.

Right, it's not like Sliding Doors, if that's what you're thinking.

What the fuck is Sliding Doors?

It's just more complicated.

So that's how a guy goes from dead one minute to living in the next?

We didn't bring him back to life.

He was just never shot in this universe.

So where I'm from,

that poor guy's either in a hospital bed or a morgue.

Unfortunately, yes.

So if he's dead in that universe and living in this one,

then so is Neville.

Not for long.

Shit, Irene! Irene, the fucking car's on fire!

- Fuck. - What happened?

What the hell is that? A flux capacitor?

It's a battery.

What does that mean?

It means we're a little fucked.

- Yes? - Yes.

- Thanks. - You can watch TV if you want.

Rent a movie. Whatever.

How long have you been doing this?

I don't know. A long time.

Years?

I have to get some stuff done. Go ahead.

Watch TV or something.

How many times have you killed him?

- A lot. - Dozens?

- Cold. - Hundreds?

- Still cold. - Well, shit.

More times than I can keep track.

Go easy on that.

After the day I've had?

There's something else.

You can't go home to your universe.

- At least not for a while. - Why not?

After what happened at the gas station,

our faces, mine in particular, will be all over the news,

the papers, everywhere.

A machine can get me out of a universe,

but not if I'm locked up.

- For how long? - I don't know, a few weeks.

We have to play it smart.

But we'll get you home soon.

I promise.

Okay, maybe this was a bad idea.

How many times do we get to kill him?

What?

I mean, if we can't go back for a few weeks,

do we just break into his house and...

Every day or...?

We take weekends off?

- I kill him. - Sure. How often?

- Thursdays. - Why Thursdays?

He gets paid on Thursday.

- Jesus. - Yes.

I'm not proud of it but somebody's got to pay the bills.

And Neville's funding his own assassination squad.

No, not squad. Singular.

- Just me. - Lady.

You dragged me through the looking glass.

There's no going back now.

Okay.

- I wasn't finished with that. - Yes, you are.

Look, I get you think you want vengeance.

I'm telling you, you don't.

I'm not bringing a child with me to go kill someone.

- It's just not happening. - I'm not a kid.

I've been in the system since I was four years old.

Six foster homes.

I've been knocked down, beat up,

pushed around more times than I can count.

And when you complain they just ship you off

to a place that's worse than the last.

First time I lied about a bruise was in the third grade.

I knew if I said something,

they'd just ship me off and I'd never see my best friend

in the foster home again.

Eventually, they shuffled us around anyway

and I haven't seen her in years.

You think this guy is bad?

He's just the latest in the long line

of assholes and dirtbags that I've had to deal with.

I've been knocked around my whole life.

For once, I'd just like to hit back.

Nobody can kill him until we have an escape plan.

And we're not going anywhere until we get a new fuel core.

Well, where the fuck do we get one of those?

Better hope some smugglers are passing through.

Do you get the Chronicle?

Not until 6:00 a.m.

What about today's?

Dumpster.

- Who's Jack Klaxon? - Ten letters. He's not a person.

He's a phone number.

Write what I tell you.

Three, four, four.

Seven, zero, zero.

One, one, eight.

One, nine, six.

This is some Bourne Identity shit right here.

What are those? Coordinates?

Yes.

Fuck, yes!

Shit.

We missed them.

What are we even looking for?

It's always different. Usually hiding in plain sight.

Flea markets. Way stations.

Abandoned houses.

You never really know what you'll get.

So, what do these guys smuggle anyway?

Drugs and shit?

There are easier ways to get drugs.

Then what?

People.

Most people who want to get out of their universe

can't get their hands on a machine like mine.

They come to guys like this.

So they're like the Underground Railroad?

If you're lucky!

Well, what if you're unlucky?

Can I help you?

Yes, I saw your ad in the classifieds.

You have a funny accent.

- Are we from the same place? - I'm from 0-0.

- Both of you? - Just me.

Looking to hitch a ride?

Just looking for a part. I burned down my fuel core.

- Hello? - Stop.

Step into my office.

No.

My associate will see what we can do for you.

Great.

The girl can hang back here with me.

No, she's staying with me.

She's not from where we're from. Am I right?

She's staying with me.

No worries.

Head on in.

My associate is on the way.

I can't see shit.

It takes a minute for the eyes to adjust.

There's a couple of seats over there.

It will just be a couple of minutes.

Can I get you ladies a Pepsi or something?

We're good.

Okay.

See you in a few.

This is sketchy as fuck.

It's okay. Just stay close.

He's here, listen.

If anything goes sideways, just get behind me.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm Billie. And you are?

Irene.

- You're not from around here. - No.

Great. Neither am I.

Sorry if Travis wigged you out a little bit.

He's, you know, gross.

But it's hard to find good help in this line of work.

You ladies are looking for a ride.

We've got a shipment going out next Wednesday,

if that works.

We're good. I just need to fix up mine.

The fuel core went out.

You've got your own.

I love that.

Two independent girls just out on the town.

What model are you working with?

The 375.

Those are usually pretty sturdy, right?

Yes, I got a lot of miles on mine.

Well, yes. You're pretty far out from 0-0.

Unfortunately we're not really in the parts business.

You know, we're more like, I don't know, tour guides.

It's not first class, but we got an Epsilon 2 Hundo.

Have you ever been in an Epsilon series?

They're built for bigger payloads.

You know, cars, equipment, whatever.

It's kind of a bumpy ride,

but it's not like the 375 is exactly a Lexus.

Right?

How about this?

You guys just leave your 375 with us

and we'll give you as many rides as you want.

Does it sound good?

I just need the part.

Are you sure? It's not going to be cheap.

I've seen those fuel cores last like a thousand rides.

Did you guys skip many universes on your way here?

- I've seen them all. - God damn.

Are you sure you can afford a new core?

- Do you have one? - Yes, for sure.

It's a bit pricey

if you're looking to pay cash or check, but...

if it's a trade that you're looking for?

We're going.

Hold on.

Look, sorry, I got the wrong impression.

Okay? And chill out, no worries.

- We're leaving. - Look, okay, hold on. Travis!

A bit of a faux pas on my part, but it's all good.

We are going to chill out and work something out.

- Let's go. - It's 10,000.

For 10,000 bucks it's yours.

They go for 500 back home.

Does it look like you're at home?

How much have you got?

- Got 2200. - Well 2200, that's giving it away.

- Hold on, Travis. - Billie.

We're not going to give it away.

Let's see the cash and I'll see if I have any refurbished ones

in my car. How's that?

Fine.

Great.

Awesome.

Sit tight.

What a psycho fucking bitch. We should get out of here.

It's alright.

I've got my .38 in my waistband.

They try anything, they'll get one in the forehead.

Yes, you've got your .38.

I've got nothing but my dick in my hands.

They get the jump on you,

I'm heading straight for the Neverland Ranch.

Stop.

- Is that all the cash you got left? - We'll get more on Thursday.

Not much of a negotiation on my...

Come on! Shit.

What the fuck is going on?

Fuck, we're in the machine. Come on! Get us out of here!

They are shipping us out!

Irene, get us out!

Do you want me to go?

Get in the truck!

Don't move, you little shit.

You know, we've got ways to break little girls like you.

Shut her the fuck up!

Fuck!

Don't!

Just leave her, let's go.

You're hardcore, Irene.

I mean it.

I shouldn't have brought you there.

If you didn't bring me, you'd be totally fucked.

No shit.

Good thing I got my hands on a knife.

Or else they'd be dumping your body

halfway through the multiverse right now.

You did good.

But, you know,

if she had a gun and I got my hands on that,

I probably would have blown my foot off.

Because I have no idea how to shoot one.

I need to know how to protect myself.

Alright, squeeze, don't pull.

And aim at the side on the back with the one on the front.

And close one eye if you have to.

All right, good. It's getting better.

I'm a fucking natural!

Alright, now this time I want you to aim

and I want you to hold your breath while you squeeze, okay?

Stay steady.

Okay.

Bitch!

Yes, well, it took you five tries.

You only have to hit him once.

- What is this place? - It used to be home.

Who lives here now?

Usually no one.

Sometimes the basement window's broken,

teens leave empty beer bottles.

But more often than not, people leave it alone.

So, what happened to you?

I mean, like, parallel you.

She left.

It's too painful to keep living here.

But we don't have to stay here.

Those guys took the last of our cash.

- We'll squat here until Thursday. - No, we don't have to do that.

Listen, I'm easy.

We can camp out in the car.

I've had worse accommodations.

It's okay. Warm shower, roof over our heads.

I come here more often than you think.

They left a washer machine in the back.

I'm going to do a load before I start working

on the fuel core.

Nice place.

It was, yes.

The hot water is usually still on, you can take a shower if you want.

I've got some clean clothes in my pack you can borrow.

Thanks.

Make yourself at home.

Shit.

I'd rather you didn't hang out in here.

I'm really sorry.

- What's in your hand? - Nothing.

Mia.

Are you dead?

I don't know how it happened, exactly.

I got some guesses, but...

They don't really mention how someone kills themselves

in their obituary.

Jesus.

It's not like I can call someone and ask.

So are you dead in every other universe?

Looks like it, yes.

What makes you different?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I had the machine.

My universe is the only one I've seen

that's discovered multiverse travel.

And it gave me purpose.

When you lose a child, people say you go numb.

But you don't go numb.

They put that word in your mouth.

You go paralyzed.

Everything shuts down except for your brain.

It keeps going in these mad spirals

that won't stop just racing.

Redlining. Even when you sleep.

And just when you think your brain is running so fast

it just has to give out. It doesn't quit.

It just keeps going and going.

You want to shut it down.

Reset it.

Just for a minute.

But when sleep, and booze, and painkillers

won't quiet your brain for even a minute,

you stop caring if it's a minute or forever.

It just needs to shut down.

If I didn't have the machine,

if I couldn't go looking for her,

what else could I do?

It's kept you alive.

It took everything from me.

I'm alive.

But I lost whatever humanity I had left.

I'm not me anymore.

I don't even know what I am.

You don't have to make the same mistake.

He doesn't deserve to live in any universe.

Not after what he did to me.

What he did to Anna.

You don't want this.

- Of course I do. - I can't stop.

It's never over.

It's just this reoccurring nightmare.

I know you think you want this, but I'm telling you, you don't.

You won't be you anymore.

You won't recognize who you've become.

The other versions of me had it better.

If it's between you or a version of you

that's hanging from a ceiling fan,

I hate to break it to you, but this doesn't seem so bad.

Maybe you hate yourself a little bit,

and that sucks but...

I'm sure as fuck glad I ran into you.

If you never went looking, I wouldn't be sitting here.

When we first came to this universe,

I had this overwhelming feeling like I wasn't supposed to be here.

Like we weren't even supposed to know each other.

But the more time we spend together

I feel like...

I don't know.

Like maybe...

we were always supposed to find each other.

Me too.

It's okay, it's okay.

Go back to sleep.

You're okay.

You're safe.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

I thought you hated fast food.

There's something I have to tell you.

The machine's fixed.

Okay.

We're going home.

What?

How would you like to live with me?

- Clean slate. Start over. - Dude, what are you talking about?

The machine's working.

We can walk right out of this restaurant and go home.

We don't need to do this.

We'll walk away. Live a normal life.

Fuck that!

We are doing this.

Irene, what the fuck are you talking about?

- We had a deal. - I went to his house last night.

It's over.

You already did it.

- You killed him? - No.

- Well, that's fucking bullshit. - Stop.

- I'm going over there. - No, you can't.

You can't go back there. You can't.

You can't see what he did to you.

I'm dead?

He killed me?

Tell me, Irene!

It's over.

Okay? The only way to end it...

- Is to just stop. - No!

It's not fuckin over. Not now.

He killed me!

I'm not going to just let him get away with that.

Are you fucking kidding me?

There's a version of me that just had God knows what happened to her.

My body's been left to rot in his house

and you want to give him a fucking pass?

No fucking way.

He's going to see me.

See my fucking ghost.

I deserve that.

She deserves that.

It's done.

You're alive and that's all that matters.

I can't risk him doing that to you again!

I'm not your daughter! I'm not Anna.

Don't push me.

I'll go fucking nuclear. We are doing this.

You're coming with me.

It's over.

She kidnapped me.

She fucking took me!

Hello? She fucking took me! Why the fuck is nobody listening?

Hello, what the fuck is wrong with you people?

- She fucking took me! - What is this?

She kidnapped me! Jesus, man.

- Okay... - Get off me!

Back up!

Mia.

Liz, call the police.

Stop!

Shit.

- Hi. - Hi.

Can I bum a smoke?

No, yes, I don't have any.

Shit. Right, you quit.

I'm sorry?

Can I buy you a drink?

Seven and Seven?

Do you know me? Do we know each other?

No.

Yes, we've met before.

Friend of a friend.

- Okay. - How about it?

Do you want to get out of here?

Are you here for grief support?

Sometimes I feel like a beer might do me better.

Okay.

Listen, I really need someone to talk to.

I'm in a bad place and if I don't talk to someone

I'm just going to fall back into the same shit.

Can we hang out?

Fuck, I'm fucking this up.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

Do you want to come inside? Do you want to come to a meeting?

Forget it. Sorry.

Shit.

What did you take?

Stop!

- Are you okay, doll? - Yes.

Are you sure?

Actually I'm having a pretty rough day.

Looks like maybe you've had a few of those.

Do you want to talk about it?

- Do you have kids? - Yes, they're grown now.

One of mine left today.

And I don't think she's coming back.

She'll be back.

She's making the same mistakes I did and I'm just...

I'm just trying to...

Let's get you something to eat.

Hot meal?

Comfort food goes a long way.

It's just something kids do.

You know, she'll be back.

Come on, what do you say?

I know it doesn't look like it,

but we have got a hell of a chef back in the kitchen.

Neville?

Who?

Neville.

You know him.

He hasn't worked here in like 15 years, hon.

What?

He's serving three life sentences.

He's in prison?

How do you know him?

Did he do something to you?

Fifteen years?

Are you alright?

I've got to go.

Shit. Mom!

I thought you were someone else.

What are you doing out here?

I missed you so much.

What happened to you?

It's okay.

I'm okay. Don't be scared.

You're freaking me out, mom.

I'm not your mom.

What?

Be safe.

Don't talk to strangers.

Goodbye.

Shit.

I'm her fucking ghost!

You fucking bitch!

She had a sister?

She had a sister.

Shit.

Your sister was rabid too.

You got me good with that revolver.

You and your sister are a lot alike.

I still have no feeling in my little finger.

She almost bit it clean off.

She's not my sister!

She's me!

You kill me now!

I'll haunt you the rest of your fucking life.

Maybe I'll let you live in there a little bit.

I put your sister down quick.

She bit me and I put her down like a dog.

I'm thinking that's a bad idea.

Killing them quick is bad luck.

Yes.

I'm going to let you live in there a little bit.

I'm going to let you die slow.

Get me the fuck out of here! Irene, help! Somebody!

I'll tell you what.

You ask me real nice and sweet,

I'll put you down quick and painless.

Would you like that?

Fuck you!

Alright then.

- Mia! - Irene!

You stay back!

If you shoot again, she's dead!

Mia, are you okay?

Get me the fuck out of here!

You stand down!

Get away from her!

Come and get her!

Irene!

No!

Irene!

You shouldn't have come out here.

No! Don't!

Stop.

Do I know you from somewhere?

You look familiar to me.

The news.

Right?

One of the mothers.

Is that it?

I remember now.

Your daughter had your eyes.

Go ahead.

You can let go now.

Your daughter is down there waiting for you.

Are you okay?

Okay. You came back.

I don't want to do that again.

You'll never have to.