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The day that changed my life.

The day that changed my life wasn't a day but a night.

It was Halloween night.

I was Buffalo Bob,

and I had the real cowhide vest.

It was 1960,

and I lived in Holden, Kentucky.

I loved Zagnut bars,

and my sister Ellen loved Baby Ruth bars.

My brother Tuggah loved everything.

I don't love Halloween anymore.

It was the night my mom, my brother,

and my sister was murdered...

With a hammer.

I remember the blood smelled like pennies.

My father killed everyone

but me.

I don't like to remember it,

but I can't forget it.

The end.

I know it isn't very... long.

Harry, that...

that's a powerful story.

Thank you for sharing that with us.

Now, why was this good?

Because when we heard it, we knew him.

It was honest.

What Harry wrote was very painful.

The truths probably made us all feel a little uncomfortable.

Because of that, it was... It was very powerful.

Let me see that.

Boom.

Good job.

Good job.

Thanks.

Bye.

See you.

Harry, hey,

that was... That was something.

I never got an A+ before.

Well, congratulations.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

I'm going for a promotion.

Can you write a letter

to the principal?

Only if you promise to give me a raise

as soon as you're running this place.

Yeah. - All right, see you.

There's not a Pilates class in the world

is going to help you if you keep eating like that.

Thanks for worrying about my ass.

Why don't you put a diet burger on the menu?

I do make a diet burger.

It's called a salad.

Right.

"His eyes were like two round, blue circles

with another black circle in the middle"?

Well, you know, every once in a while,

you get a young Ernest Hemingway, don't you?

Every once in a while, someone gives me a $10 tip.

Hmm.

We both have a lot to look forward to.

Hey, Christy. - Hi.

How are you?

You look good.

Thank you, Al.

Want a bite? - It's $1.25.

That can't be real beef.

You're missing out.

I wrote to Helene when I heard about your dad.

Did you get a chance to talk to him before?

He died when I was on the plane to see him.

I'm sorry.

There's three sets to sign.

One for you, one for me, and one for the lawyer.

Need a pen?

I signed already.

Right. Always prepared.

You doing any writing these days?

Nope.

I always loved your writing.

There you go.

Believe it or not, I wish you all the best.

Christy.

I wish you the best too.

Al?

Get out of here.

Al, you all right?

Just go home.

Are you okay?

Jesus Christ. What happened to you?

I'm fine.

You're not fine. You look like crap.

Go on.

What the hell's going on?

What happened to you?

Ah, shit.

Al, Al, Al!

Maybe you should take one of those pills

the doctor gave you so you can get some sleep.

I'll start calling the numbers on that list of in-home nurses.

Just forget it.

I don't need a nurse.

I don't get it.

One minute you're okay; the next minute you're not.

I... Why didn't you tell me?

Just leave everything. I'm fine.

You sound fine.

Now, you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

You heard what's going on.

It's cancer.

Al, you got... You got cancer in five minutes?

Oh, I'm tired.

Do me a favor.

Close the door on your way out.

Come over tomorrow,

and I'll explain.

I'll explain everything.

Go home.

In the 1930s,

researchers began experimenting with a number

of so-called shock therapies

meant to reroute the circuitry of the diseased brain...

Patients were brought to the breach of death...

Cody. What the fuck?

Through an intentional overdose of the hormone insulin.

Others were given...

All right, real quick.

Why do we think the filmmakers

chose to document these conditions?

If you look at the patient writings after this...

People tend to think the important stories are wars,

elections, political movements,

but these people matter.

Little things matter.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye, Carrie. Bye.

Cody? - Yeah?

What's holding your attention on this little screen?

Uh, here, look.

I could send you the clip if you want it.

Yeah, you do that.

All right, here we are.

How long have we known each other?

10, 12 years.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You trust me?

Not really.

Well, I'm gonna tell you something

that's gonna seem crazy.

Okay.

But before I do,

I need you to go in this closet.

Just go in there

and take a look around.

Stay as long as you need, and then come back.

Then I'll tell you everything.

You want me to go in the closet, look around,

spend as much time as I need?

I know I sound batshit, okay? - Yeah.

But I thought about this, and it'll just be simpler

if you go in, like I'm asking.

Go in the closet?

Can you do me a goddamn favor

and just walk into the fucking closet?

Fine.

I'm going, okay? Relax.

All right, going in the closet.

Better not be any spiders in here.

Take a few steps forward.

Yeah.

If I feel any cobwebs on my face...

Just keep on.

I can't see anything.

Just go a few more steps.

You want me to keep going?

Yep.

Whoa!

I got it!

Man!

Oh, for the love of Mike.

d"Stay Just a Little Bit Longer" by Maurice Williams]

You shouldn't be here.

You shouldn't be here.

Do you hear me? Huh?

You shouldn't be here!

What the fuck was that?

That was October 21, 1960.

No, it wasn't.

Now you understand why I needed you to go in there.

What are you saying? What are you saying, this is a...

Hard to find the right words, I know.

But you go through there, and it's 1960.

You're saying this is a time portal?

I call it a rabbit hole.

How long has it been there?

Since I had the diner.

Who else knows about it?

Just you.

If I told anyone else about it, they might try to stop me.

They'd try to stop you?

What are you talking about?

Al, why did you show this to me?

I need you to do what I couldn't.

I need you to go back there

to prevent the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

You heard about the butterfly effect?

Yeah. - All right.

Do you think that if JFK lived,

Robert Kennedy would've run for president, seriously?

It's doubtful.

So, if Bobby doesn't run, that means no Sirhan Sirhan

at the Ambassador Hotel in 1968.

Save JFK, save his brother.

And that's what I mean about the butterfly effect.

Then there's Vietnam.

Uh, okay, so if you save JFK, then there's no Vietnam?

Johnson was the one who escalated everything in Nam.

If Kennedy had survived, no way does that escalation continue.

Those boys...

would've lived.

Al, I get it,

but changing the past to make it how you think it should be

just seems...

You think Vietnam unfolded exactly as it should have,

that recent American history was just hunky-dory?

Saving JFK is a theory.

You don't know what it's gonna change!

You know what I know?

You save Kennedy's life,

you make the world a better place.

God damn it!

Al.

Don't you want to do any fucking thing that matters?

I'm just saying you don't have any proof.

You don't know that what you do in the past

is gonna change anything here.

Go see.

You check for yourself.

What do you want...

Y-you want me to go stab someone?

No, Jake.

There's a tree out there.

Carve something in it. Jesus Christ.

Oh, God damn.

Fucking... Goddamn...

Stupid thing.

I hate the fucking dark.

Hey, batter, batter!

Oh, for the love of Mike.

You shouldn't be here.

I want to tell you something. - Back off, okay?

Next time you go through,

that carving won't be there.

Why?

Each time you go in, everything resets.

It's always 11:58

on October 21, 1960.

You saw how everything looked exactly the same?

Yeah.

No matter how long you stay...

Three weeks, three years...

When you come back,

only two minutes will have passed here.

Two minutes? Who makes up these rules?

I'm just explaining that,

if you want to change something forever,

you can't ever go back.

Going back erases what you did before.

All right, who's the guy with the hat and the yellow card?

He's some bum.

Well, he got up in my face.

I mean, he seemed to be the only one that noticed me come and go.

Just forget the yellow card man.

He's not important.

What's important is that we have a chance here.

A chance to change people's lives.

I saw you sitting there with Christy,

and I knew you could do this.

What are you talking about?

That's the last time I went through.

Stayed about... About two years.

Two years?

While I signed my divorce papers?

That was... - Two minutes, yeah.

It doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't make any sense.

Jake, the way the world is now doesn't make any sense.

Just think about it, eh?

You know how to think, don't you?

Marisol Breslin.

Congratulations, Marisol.

Hector de la Fuente.

That idiot always schedules these goddamn things

on a Friday.

Maureen Kelly.

We can't send diplomas in the mail?

How long have you worked here, Alice?

I went here.

Wow.

Harry Dunning!

Harry!

All right. Harry!

He's a great writer.

I'll look for his work in "The New Yorker."

Did you get my recommendation?

Listen, you love Harry.

I love Harry. We all love Harry.

He's great at pushing a broom,

but at management, making a schedule,

signing time sheets, no way.

All these graduates are starting new lives!

Yeah!

That's it. I'm off the clock.

Let's hear it for all our adult education graduates

for all their hard work.

All right. Tell me more.

Come here.

Holy shit.

I thought you didn't have any hobbies.

Who do you think killed Kennedy?

People seem to think it was Lee Harvey Oswald.

Yeah.

You know, in a conspiracy with the mafia, CIA,

FBI, the Russians,

babushka lady on the grassy knoll.

Lot of books written about it.

Most of them written about Lee Harvey Oswald.

Guy doesn't make sense.

U.S. Marine, defected to Russia, came back,

but everyone who wrote about Oswald

studied him after the assassination.

I saw him before.

I saw him when he came back from Russia.

In 1962.

What the hell are you staring at?

Nothing. - Yeah, well, mind your own.

Why didn't you shoot him right there?

I don't know whether Oswald was the man who did it,

and I still don't know.

Not gonna shoot someone because of maybe.

There are hundreds of questions

that haven't been answered concerning Oswald and that day.

This is a... this is a big one.

Who's this?

Walker.

Ran for Texas governor.

You know that in 1963,

six months before Kennedy was shot,

there was an assassination attempt on this man?

Okay.

Bullet came from a 6.5 caliber Carcano rifle.

Same exact make of gun that killed Kennedy.

Well, did you go back and see Oswald shoot at Walker?

That's what I want you to do. - How?

I want you to make it to April 10th, 1963.

And if Oswald fires that gun alone, you got to take him out.

Hold on, what are we even talking about here?

We're talking about seeing if Oswald took a shot at Walker.

I go back through the rabbit hole, I come out in 1960.

You want me to hang out for three years?

Two minutes here. - What am I gonna do in 1960?

I'm nothing there.

How am I gonna... How am I gonna live?

I'm glad you asked.

What's this?

Treasure chest?

James Amberson?

See, you can still answer to Jake if you want.

This is for me?

You're welcome.

Social security card, birth certificate, charge cards.

Everything you need to hold a job, blend in.

Al, when did you do this?

I got diagnosed in 1962.

You made all this when you were back there?

Here's the most important thing.

Sports stats?

Yeah, baseball and boxing mostly.

This is how you survived?

You spent all your time back there gambling?

That, and there was a butcher I liked on Main Street.

How do you think I keep my prices here so low?

That's what you've been feeding me?

I've been eating hamburgers from 1960?

Yeah.

Al...

I don't know who you think I am.

I just don't think I'm the right guy for this.

I know you are.

That's about all I know.

You'll figure out the rest when you get there.

Let's... let's go.

Go where?

To the diner. I'll watch you go through.

I can wait two minutes.

Two minutes to get a better world.

I have to think about all this.

What's there to think about?

Okay?

Hm. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

And what a waste of fucking time.

What?

I can see how this is gonna go.

"Oh, my car needs an oil change."

"Got to give a... Give a big test."

"Got to go take a nap."

Anything to avoid doing something real in your life.

Al, this is... I've been up all night

listening to fucking crazy...

I thought maybe for once...

This is fucking crazy!

You might do something, not just talk about it.

Just because you wasted your life on this,

it doesn't mean that I have to.

You little shit.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Get out.

Al?

Al?

Sorry about last night.

Couldn't sleep.

Al?

Shit.

Okay, buddy.

I'll see you in two minutes.

Here I go.

Careful.

Shouldn't be here.

Keep telling you, you shouldn't be here.

Well, I'm here.

You'll need to blend in,

so get your hair cut and get rid of the stuff on your face.

It's not gonna work.

Looks like you're overdue.

Yeah, I guess so.

From out of town?

Uh, yes. James Amberson.

Amberson? - Mm-hmm.

Are those the Ambersons over in Castle Rock?

No.

You know, my wife's cousin married an Amberson,

but he was from New Hampshire.

Those are your people?

Actually, I was adopted.

Huh.

Get the right clothes.

Back then grown men wore suits and hats.

When I vote, it comes down to character.

Mm-hmm? - Richard Nixon has it.

You look at him, you think "that's a good man."

Yeah.

Perfect. Cash or credit, sir?

Oh, uh, cash.

Can I have a hat too, please?

Certainly.

Thanks.

Hey, food tastes better.

Man, everything tastes better.

Mmm.

I guess you liked it.

That is the best pie that I've ever had.

It's insane.

Um... I hope that's a good thing.

Yeah, yeah, insanely good.

That'll be $0.60.

$0.60? Okay, of course.

Hey, keep the change.

Oh, thank you.

I'll tell my mother you liked her pie, mister...

Mr. Amberson. Yeah, thank you, uh...

Alice.

You're Alice. Oh, my God.

Something the matter?

Do you go to South Lisbon High?

Yeah, I just graduated.

And you're gonna teach there, right?

Heck no.

After this summer I'm moving to Bangor.

Oh. - And then after that?

New York. - Hmm.

My mother doesn't know yet.

Right, well, good luck with that.

Thank you.

Do me a favor, just try to stay sweet.

Okay.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Get a neutral, reliable, boring car.

There's a lot on Maple Street.

I got a deal on a '54 Chevy.

Need to make your money last.

You a buyer or a looker?

Looker.

Honey of a car.

Oh, yeah.

You want to know, this thing drives like a horse afire.

Oh, I bet.

Bought it from Arlene Keagan over in Durham

after her husband died.

From out of town, am I right? - Yeah.

Andy Carson.

Jake Amberson.

So, how much? - $750.

$750?

What would you say if I said $650... cash?

Mr. Amberson, make it $700 you got yourself a deal.

Deal.

Young lady in the office will write the sale up for you.

I'll put on a sticker and a 14-day plate.

Sticker'll be another $5.

All right, you got me.

Yeah.

Uh, hey, Andy?