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All right, it's technically the 22nd day

of Christmas.

Santa is gearing up and so is traffic.

Keep an eye out for lane closures on the 405

and an overturned semi on the 110 near Rosemont.

Uh-oh!

We're taking your most embarrassing holiday stories,

so give us a call.

If Debby and the Squid like it, you might win VIP tickets

to the Rose Bowl pre-show featuring Patti LaBelle

and Lance Bass.

- Russell. - Hey, Russ.

How long you been driving for Jaunt?

Oh, it's been around eight months.

Oh.

Got a little on the beard.

You could just set it right there.

I'm gonna put it up in a little bit.

- You hangin' on that door? - Yeah.

I thought it would look festive.

Really festive.

I really appreciate your help.

Don't worry about it. Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

Charlotte?

Who's asking?

Uh, you called for a Jaunt, right?

- Russell? - That's right.

Do you have any water or lollies or anything?

Okay, I've got some gum maybe.

How how'd you get a 4.9 without the goodies?

You might not be able to tell from the back of my head,

but I'm charming as heck.

We'll see about that.

You're goin' to Atwater Village?

Yep.

Any route you want me to take or follow the GPS?

Dealer's choice.

You got it.

Music? No music.

I have a USB if you wanna play your own stuff.

- Do people actually do that? - Play their own stuff?

Yeah.

Not really.

That's too bad.

I feel like it'd be interesting, you know,

like, hearing all the embarrassing shit

that comes on shuffle on people's phones.

Oh yeah.

It'd be like a sociological experiment.

You should try it.

You wanna be my first test subject?

Fuck, no.

Can I already tell you what mine would be?

What's that?

"Yellow" by Coldplay.

Sorry.

How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?

I don't mind.

What year are we in again?

2018.

I'm 22.

And you?

How old do you think I am?

Uh, 5...

You're like, 55.

55?

Hey, the front of your head is much more charming

than the back of it.

Thanks.

My uncle uses Just For Men. Good stuff.

- Ugh. - Highly recommended.

This is going to be a long ride.

Oh, God, you're so sensitive!

Are you an actor or something?

Not even close.

Huh.

Shit. Um, do you think you could wait for me

outside my next destination

and I'll just run in, I'll be five minutes,

- I'll come right back out? - Sure.

Yeah um, you just need to go in the app,

type in the next destination, it's on the um...

You can't just like wait for me like five minutes?

Yeah, yeah, you just... if you wanna go somewhere else,

you go into the app, you type the next place in.

I really don't wanna work that hard.

We cool?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, take as long as you need.

Actually, you know...

I do have a Christmas party, sort of a...

Like a friend from my last gig kinda thing,

- it starts around 9:00. - Mm-hmm.

Nine-ish.

So I don't know where you need to go tonight,

but I told him that I might...

Cancel?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Yeah.

Just tell me where it is.

It's this house right here.

- Okay, so you'll just wait here? - Yeah.

I'll be in and out.

Perfect.

- Car stays running? - Yeah.

Okay.

Don't leave.

Go, go, go, go!

Hey man, watch it.

Charlotte!

Who the fuck is this guy?

Charlotte.

Open... Oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Charlotte!

Pedal to the fucking metal!

Oh, you fucking bitch.

Jesus Christ, are you all right?

Fucking prick.

That guy hit you?

Yeah, he's an arsehole.

- You want me to take you to a police station? - No.

But I do need a drink.

Thanks.

To world peace.

Okay.

Do you come here a lot?

Here?

No.

Atwater?

Yes.

I uh, used to share some office space out here

in my previous life.

That's funny.

People usually think they're like Mozart or Napoleon

in their past life, but you...

You shared an office space in Atwater.

No. Not...

Not a past life, jeez, that would be depressing.

No, my uh, previous life before driving.

What about you?

Probably Claudette Colbert.

She died the day I was born.

No, do you come to Atwater a lot?

Sure.

That was my ex's place, in case you couldn't tell.

Seems like kind of a dick.

Kinda.

So what did you do in this previous.

- Atwater life of yours? - Hmm?

Oh, um,

tech, you know, development stuff.

Sounds boring.

You know, that travel app Far Away?

Yeah.

I developed that.

- Bullshit. - I did.

Give me my 5 hundy back.

Hell no.

What? You just do this driving shit for fun?

No.

I uh...

I let my partner buy me out before they went public.

That explains the sweet ride.

Yeah, I got that after the buyout.

Probably not the smartest way to drop 70K.

Hindsight's 20/20 and all that jazz, I guess.

You're still a zygote.

Someday, you'll look back at that one moment

where you picked the path of least resistance

and everything just went to shit.

But I hope I'm wrong.

You know what they say about uh,

choosing the road less traveled?

They are probably right.

Anyway, sorry, you paid for fun.

So what about you?

How'd you wind up out here? You're from...

- Australia. - Right.

Actress or something?

Or something.

- Any family out here? - No.

Going back there for the holidays?

There isn't really a there to go back to.

Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Don't you get tired of hearing people talk

about themselves all day?

Well, it's better than hearing myself prattle on

for eight hours a day,

answering the same five questions.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Do you do other drive shares?"

Uh, "What's the furthest out you've had to drive?"

- Where is the furthest out you've had to drive? - Coachella.

No way. They make you do that?

Yeah, some people even had to go to Las Vegas.

Good to know.

Hmm, Shakespeare

or a Marilyn Monroe quote about twinkly stars?

Uh, the only phrase that can make a happy man sad

and a sad man happy.

You're so worldly, Rusty.

Let's get out of here.

Let me drive.

What?

I had half a beer, you had two.

Trust me, I'm fine.

See?

Hmm?

Watch.

Sharp as a tack.

Keys.

Do you even have a license?

Yes.

In California?

Give me the keys.

Are you paying me to drive or to argue?

Get in.

Look,

after 55 years or whatever you said,

I think I would know when I'm too drunk to drive.

Two beers plus a pound of bar mix

does not equal inebriation.

Indigestion, maybe, but not inebriation.

You're right.

I'm sorry, I just...

I forget that someone who weighs like 250 pounds

could probably drink like a six pack

without getting drunk.

2... 200 and fifty... what?

You wear it well.

I mean, like, I'm sure there's some muscle under there.

Ooh, thanks.

And don't get so defensive about it.

Thank... thank you so much.

Seriously, though, what do you weigh?

Like 195?

174. Thank you very much.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's... that's actually quite respectable.

If I give you back 100 bucks, will you cool it on the digs?

Probably not.

Oh, will you make a turn over there?

Where are we going now?

I don't know.

Don't you just like driving at night sometimes?

No.

Oh, look at those pretty lights.

Fuck, he's still breathin'.

Oh, Jesus Christ, we gotta call 911.

Hold on.

Just take a deep breath.

Let's just think this through.

He's practically dead.

He's gotta go to a hospital.

Are you stupid?

You take him to a fucking hospital

and they'll lock you up.

How about we... we just swing by a hospital

and drop him off?

You know, the uh, emergency room?

And say it... it... it was like a... a hit-and-run

that we witnessed.

I mean I... I don't know.

W... we... we can't just leave him here.

Is everything all right?

I'm sorry, my boyfriend's shitfaced

and he's acting like a dick.

Frank, honey, get up.

I thought I heard a bang out here or something.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

Uh, he jumped out of the car while we were driving.

He's not normally like this.

He looks pretty bad.

Yeah, he got fired from work this afternoon

and it's just been really shit.

Honey.

Frank, get up.

Frank, you're making a scene.

Get up.

Help me.

Let's put him in the backseat.

He all right?

Yeah, he's just really worried with Christmas coming up,

and it's gonna be really hard for him to find a job

until the new year,

and... and his sister just had another miscarriage.

Oh, hey, no, no.

I... I... I understand, it... yeah, it's...

It's rough out there.

Merry Christmas!

Fuck, I can only get like one bar out here.

Just look up a fucking hospital!

There's one in Glendale. It's only got 2.5 stars.

It doesn't matter how many stars it has!

Where is it?

- Central Avenue. - Fine.

Here.

Put that away.

I can't keep it.

I still expect you to finish the job.

No.

We drop him off and then I drop you off.

- I don't think so, Rusty. - I don't care what you think.

You should.

I am the sole witness to a pretty bad crime.

It was an accident.

Yeah, but moving him, putting him into your car...

All your idea.

I was just tryin' to help you.

Help me or help you?

I just think it's best we don't involve the cops.

We're still dropping him off.

Like you said, it was an accident.

I mean, look at Inspector Gadget.

He literally hit someone and he is sweet.

What?

You know, the Inspector Gadget guy?

Matthew Broderick?

Yeah.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, jeez.

It's okay, man! You're okay!

We're on our way to a hospital.

Help him!

With what?

Dude,

what the fuck just happened?

Yeah, I think he... he might be dead.

He's dead.

Oh, my God!

Well, at least, you don't have to go to the hospital now.

Dude, wake up.

Come on, man.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

This isn't happening.

This is some crazy fuckin' nightmare

and all of a sudden I'm gonna be in a Ferris wheel

with my eighth grade math teacher or something

any minute now.

Did you check his pocket for goodies?

Don't touch him!

Ow!

It's not like he cares.

What?

You're acting like this is no big deal,

which is really fucking with my mind right now.

Aren't you guilty or worried or I... I...

I don't know, freaked out, nauseated, something?

I don't know.

Do you have some kinda record?

Is that why you didn't want me to call the cops?

You're tryin' to cover your own ass?

I don't need this.

- What? - I wanna get out of the car.

- Are you insane? - I wanna get out.

W... wait, wait.

You're j... you're just gonna stick me with this guy?

I wanted to leave him there, and call the cops,

and you're just gonna stick me with the fuckin' dead guy?

Well, are we in this together or not?

Because I feel like I've been pretty cool

throughout this whole situation.

Seriously?

I don't need this. Pull over.

All right, we're in this together.

We're in this together.

Just get back in the car.

No.

- Where are you gonna go? - I'll just get another ride.

Get in the car, please.

Please.

No.

Look, I'll give you your money back.

I need you.

You're resourceful and kinda...

- Deviant. - Thank you.

Plus that guy is really hard to carry by myself.

Put the money away, Rusty, it's tacky.

- Can I drive? - No.

You sure they're still open?

Yelp says they close at 10:00.

All right, we got 12 minutes.

Well, you parked so bloody far away.

Why'd you have to do that?

It's gonna take us fuckin' 10 minutes to walk there.

You sure he's okay here?

What's he gonna do?

He's dead.

Do we cover him up?

It's dark.

What if somebody comes by?

- Like who? - I don't know.

I don't know like, vagrants or maybe cops on patrol?

- Well, do you wanna stay here while I go in? - No.

Okay. Um...

- Should I stay here, keep watch and you go in? - No.

Good evening.

Just stick with the plan and quit acting suspicious.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize "good evening"

was an admission of guilt.

Just get your shit

and meet me back at the register.

Good evening.

Hey.

Ah, those look nice.

Your mom's really gonna like that purple one,

it goes with her um...

What do you call them?

Things they hang up on the wall?

A dreamcatcher?

No.

No, it's uh, it's what makes the noise.

Uh, you know what I mean?

You know, it uh, yeah, the wind...

wind goes through it and then... chimes!

Wind chimes.

It'll match her purple wind chimes.

She loves her wind chimes.

She loves them.

Doing some pruning.

You know, mom thinks it's very important

we cut the tips of the plants, so they don't get overgrown.

She knows.

Actually, I work in plumbing.

Cool.

- Darling? - Hmm?

Are we not supposed to get a saw or an axe

or something like that?

I changed my mind.

Mom's gonna be pissed.

Well, she'll just have to get over it.

Those are actually buy one, get one 50% off.

Oh, then we don't have to share.

You want a bag?

I'll hold these.

It's $84.31.

- You folks need any help out to your car? - No.

No, thank you.

Come on, hurry up.

Why do I feel like you've done this before?

This is so fucked.

What are even gonna do when we get there?

Get our shit.

Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, "Excuse me, sir or ma'am,

uh, we'd like to get our shit back.

Don't worry, you can keep the body."

I wasn't planning on asking.

What, you're just gonna hit him over the head

with your hammer?

Don't you want your car back?

Probably not.

It's probably better this way.

I report the car stolen, some asshole has it,

they killed the dude, no harm, no foul.

"I don't know, officer, we just got carjacked."

- No. - This is perfect.

This is our perfect out.

What are you doing?

Getting our shit back.

Oh, God!

Look, I'll buy you new jewelry

or whatever it is you've got in there, just...

This isn't worth it.

Real nice, arsehole!

Okay, okay, let's just stick with the one

vehicular manslaughter for today.

Where's the fucking body?

I don't know. This whole thing has been really fuckin' crazy.

Look, I know, I know, I know, okay?

But I need to get that suitcase back.

We're still talking about the goddamn suitcase.

I told you, it's not worth it!

The body is gone.

The suitcase is a really distant second

to the missing body!

- Okay, you wait here. - What?

You wait here, I'll run inside.

If I'm not back in five minutes, just take the car and scram.

Oh, you're just gonna knock on the door

and beat the guy with the hammer?

No, I'm gonna break in,

then I'm gonna beat the guy with the hammer.

Okay,

Jesus Christ, I hope you're still there.

What?

I got mugged two months ago.

You've had that the whole time.

I'm sorry, you're right.

I guess it would have been handy when that guy flipped you off

or maybe we could have just held up the hardware store

instead of paying for those goddamn plants and shit.

Do you even know how to use that?

If you want, I can wait here

and you can just go inside with that hammer.

I fucking hate you.

Where is it?

I will give you 10 seconds to get out.

- Russell! - Let her go.

You are in way over your head, man.

Shut up.

The suitcase?

All right?

Grab it and let's go.

What do you wanna do with him?

Nothing. Let's go.

2SBI653?

Excuse me?

It's your license plate number, right?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Look, you want money or something?

A fuckin' ride to the ER? I don't know.

Can't we work something out here?

Have you lost your mind?

He knows my license plate number.

He's gonna call the fucking cops!

- Bingo. - Bull shit.

The fuck are you listening to this bitch for?

Leave the case.

It's like none of this ever happened.

Fuck no.

- Leave it. - Nope.

I'm not goin' to jail over your goddamn suitcase,

leave it!

Nope.

Charlotte, we're going.

You really think I'm gonna let you

fuck this up for me again?

Shit.

Now, we really gotta bury him.

What do you think, like some sheets

or something to wrap him up in?

Or maybe a shower curtain liner, you know, less dripping.

I'm sorry, what?

Russell, we need to get him out of here.

What difference does it make?

Uh, you... you hit him with the car.

I shot him, he was dead, then he wasn't, now he is.

Oh.

Oh, God.

I don't... I don't think I have the stomach for this.

It was an accident?

Accidents happen.

But this...

Wha...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You wait here,

I'll go find something to wrap him in.

Maybe you can find a ginger ale in the fridge or something

to settle that weak-ass stomach of yours.

But in 10 minutes, I'm gonna be back

and you're gonna help me carry him out.

Understood?

Okay.

Great.

Look what I found.

It's raining cats and dogs.

Weird choice, but I kinda like it.

No?

Let's wrap him up.

You got any troubles?

Yeah.

Good, let's go.

- What? - Nothing, hold on.

- What's so funny? - Sorry, what?

You... never mind.

Don't you think this song is kinda dark?

Like, isn't it a bad thing if babies don't cry?

Couldn't they turn out to be down syndrome or something?

I think it's just implying that He was a really good baby.

Hmm.

Top five favorite Christmas songs.

Um, uh, I would say, number one,

"All I Want for Christmas Is You", Mariah Carey, obviously.

- Two, "Frosty the Snowman" by Michael Bublé. - What?

Um, three,

"Christmas in Harlem" by Kanye West.

That's a good one.

Um, hmm.

What's that rockin' song in Home Alone

where Kevin's tryin' to scare away the robbers,

and he puts the mannequin on the turntable,

and then he has that cardboard cut-out

of um, uh, Michael Jackson.

It's Michael Jordan.

Yeah, those are probably my favorite

and I can't think of another one,

so I probably only have a top four.

What are yours?

Yeah, yeah, those are good.

You don't like them?

Uh, the Mariah Carey one is nice.

Oh come on, get into it!

Okay, I... I was... I was always partial

to "The Little Drummer Boy" duet between Bowie and Bing Crosby.

Fuck, how can you listen to Bing Crosby?

You know, he raped like 50 million women.

No, not Bill Cosby. Bing Crosby.

What's the matter with you?

There's a lot to keep track of.

I guess.

You don't know.

Well, how far are you making me drive?

Why? Are you still planning on tryin' to make that party?

Well, we might need to stop for gas soon.

Well, I really enjoyed your sob story earlier.

You know, about your life turning to shit,

and your girlfriend leaving you, all that stuff.

But somehow you had a really cool friend

throwing a Christmas party that you ditched

to hang out with me.

That guy wouldn't bail me out.

And what about you and this hilarious texter?

You're sitting there, yuckin' it up,

but before you're acting like your whole family died

in a house fire and you're the only one

- that made it out alive. - Shut the fuck up!

What mumsy and dadsy cut off your Amex Black

and you're practically or... Ow, Jesus!

You don't talk about my family.

Alright.

Christ. I'm sorry.

- Do you wanna talk about... - No.

Okay.

Well, what I said before was true.

I don't have...

Look, Rusty, I'm sure you've made some

very shitty decisions in your life and yeah,

- your girlfriend left you. - Wife.

Whatever, okay?

I don't care and I'm not interested.

- I was just tryin' to make... - Well, don't.

Because our shit is different.

You got that right.

12 miles that way.

Oh, bury a lot of bodies out in Winchester?

Nah, just this one.

Grab the feet.

There's no one around here.

Hello?

See?

Go get the shovels.

What now?

We've gotta get rid of his fingers and teeth.

Yeah.

No, I'll dig the hole.

You do whatever it is you're gonna do with those.

You sure?

Absolute-fucking-lutely.

Suit yourself.

You know, if they find him,

they can probably identify him using his DNA.

Yeah, but why make it easy for them?

Poor, stupid, presumptuous Frank.

Frank?

Yeah, my drunk boyfriend, remember we told that guy.

Remember?

Sure.

So I guess I just take the hammer.

Oh, they're all going inside his mouth, gross.

You done?

Yeah.

I'm gonna just have to pick them out of his mouth.

Gross.

I'm glad this is so hilarious.

Well, if I don't laugh, I'll cry.

You don't cry.

Okay, well, if I don't laugh, I'll throw up.

Fair enough.

Did your parents ever do that This Little Piggy thing?

Sure.

This little piggy went to the market,

this little piggy went...

- Home. - Yeah, I got it.

This little piggy went wee, wee, wee

all the way home.

You all done?

Mm, I got five little piggies left.

Think you can do without the commentary?

Rusty doesn't want the commentary, Frank.

Stop callin' him "Frank".

Frankly, I don't give a franking Frank.

Just...

stop humanizing him.

I'm sure this is like a typical Saturday night for you,

but I'm just trying to get through this

without projectile vomiting, okay?

Just...

finish the thing with the hand and cover him up.

Jesus Christ!

This little piggy went to the market,

this little piggy went home.

This little piggy went

all the way wee, wee, wee, wee home.

Done.

Maybe we shouldn't wrap him up in plastic,

it might fuck up the decaying.

You're probably right.

You know, every bit of plastic

that's ever been made is still around.

- Bullshit. - It's true.

What about if you burn it?

Are you done or what?

- It'll go faster if you help. - I already did my bit.

Fine.

Help me out, Rusty?

You look like you've done this before.

Really?

I did a little landscaping in college.

There used to be this office park.

- I had to sit on the lawn mower. - Let's get him in.

Let's cover him up.

Hey, what do you wanna do about those?

Burn 'em.

What?

I thought you said you can't destroy plastic.

That doesn't sound right.

Do you have a lighter?

No.

Hey, you can't just burn that here.

Why?

Because there's... there's brush everywhere.

We should have got like acid or something.

- Acid? - Yeah, you know...

Follow me.

I would fucking kill for a cigarette right now.

Or a vape.

A vape would be good.

You know, they have French-toast-flavored vape.

Now, I feel like French toast.

French toast with bacon, and strawberries,

and caramelized banana.

And like a side of fruit,

but not cheap, good fruit,

like with mango, and blueberries,

and kiwi fruit, and passion fruit,

and a latte.

In tho... one of those big bowls

they serve in like, French places,

you know what I'm talkin' about?

Or room service.

I'd love room service right now.

I love the little mini jams and stuff they give you.

They're so cute.

And the butter's all cold.

Except sometimes the eggs get sweaty,

'cause they put that cover on it.

- That... What's that cover called? - Hmm?

You know, that silver cover they give you,

like, to cover your food.

Cloche.

Cloche.

Yeah, sweaty eggs are no good.

They need to sort that out.

Just a little bit longer.

- This would be a really good day. - What?

Not the bloody part, dipshit,

but like driving out of LA,

going for a night walk, the fire.

I mean, we're basically in a fucking.

Hershey's commercial right now.

All we need is a guy jamming on an acoustic guitar,

and a dog wearing a really cool, like bandana,

and uh, maybe like airstream,

like, one of those vintage ones, you know,

with the... those lights, the stringy lights,

the Edisony ones.

Do you know if there's a lake nearby here,

'cause that'll be perfect.

What are you doing?

Tryin' to make sure we destroyed it all.

Let's go.

But we just got here.

Wait a sec!

We've had a crazy fucking night, we should be good by now.

It's like that... it's like that football team

that landed in the mountains, they ate their coach

or something.

Like, that shit makes you tight.

Sweet motherfucking Jesus, please stop talking.

What's your move, Rusty?

What the fuck is this?

A fake Goyard.

Open it.

What's the name on the driver's license?

- Francis. - Frank.

Benjamin Newton.

You knew this guy?

- No. - Did you plan this whole fucking thing?

Please.

How'd you know his name?

Just looks like a Frank.

Stop bullshitting!

I've seen him around.

We weren't friends.

I mean, he's barely an acquaintance.

I'm just good at learning names.

The girl who served us at the store tonight,

her name was um, Iris.

Shut it!

What's in the suitcase?

- My stuff. - Mm-hmm.

What is in the suitcase?

It's my personal shit, okay?

Get out of the car.

Ha-ha.

Either you tell me what's in the suitcase

or you can get out and I'll open it myself.

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

Okay.

Be my guest.

Satisfied?

What's it for?

I told you you wouldn't understand.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck?

Okay!

Okay, okay!

You win!

I'll show you!

It's a key.

I got that.

For a room.

Uh-huh.

It's a very, very strange room.

I have never hit a woman in my entire life.

Not Jenny Mansky in third grade

when she pants me on field day.

Not Richa Choudhary, she kicked me in the nuts

every fucking time we were sparring partners in boxing.

Not my ex-wife, never.

But you're gonna tell me what the fuck is going on

or I swear to God.

- It unlocks a room that has a machine in it. - And?

It can, you know, like, rewind.

Are you talking about like, a video store?

That we've been chasing down the key

to a goddamn blockbuster this whole time?

You can like,

go back earlier in the night, like rewind.

You're telling me that you...

You currently possess a key

that opens a room

that houses a machine

that lets you go back in time?

Yes.

Wow.

So uh, I mean,

you're just straight up loony tunes.

Fuck off.

Was Frank your boyfriend?

Frank?

No.

Was he the guy you took the case from?

The one you said hit you?

It's complicated.

Where are we going?

You tell me.

You're gonna show me.

What?

You got a fucking time machine?

I wanna see that.

- Ancient Rome? - No.

Belle Époque?

I don't know what that is.

Woodstock?

- No. - So when?

You can only go as far back as you were born.

Jesus, why the fuck are we driving so slow?

I'm not capping off the evening with a speeding ticket.

- We can fix that. - Uh-huh.

So does it, you know,

affect anything?

You're not gonna come back with low testosterone,

- if that's what you mean. - What?

No. Uh,

like reality.

Aren't you supposed to be careful not to change anything?

I mean, then what's the point?

Aren't you worried that you know,

killing Frank or meeting me...

whatever, like totally mess up the fabric of reality

either yours or everybody's?

Hasn't yet.

How many times have you done it?

Don't know.

And what do you do?

Play games and stuff.

So just to be clear,

you're saying you can travel back in time

and yet we just spent an hour burying a guy in the desert.

It's all part of the experience, Rusty.

You gotta be careful

I know a guy who got nabbed for assault

before he could get to the room.

That is some rookie shit, I would never do that.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Done and done.

What's a herald angel?

Have we met before?

Hmm?

No, this is a new one.

- And Frank? - That's the place.

Shit.

Okay, we're almost at the house,

so just don't fuck this up.

You should just run this red.

We'll gun it straight to the house.

I can jump us back.

Uh-huh.

It's green, dipshit.

- What are you doing? - I'll handle it.

Wait till I get out of the car and then book it.

No.

- Then let me talk. - Absolutely not.

I'm good with people.

That is not a thing anyone has said about you ever.

- Good evening. - Uh, good evening.

Did I do something wrong?

Well, you know, you got a busted taillight

on the driver's side there.

Oh, really?

Yep.

I'm sorry, officer, uh...

I was helping her move earlier, so maybe it happened then.

- Where you moving to? - She's uh,

she's leaving an abusive relationship.

She file a restraining order?

No, but that's a good idea. You should consider that.

Fuck off.

Let me see your license and registration, please.

Sure.

Here you go.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

I thought you said you could handle it.

I was handling it until you opened your mouth.

Do you know that guy?

I don't know. They all start to blend together.

Uh-huh.

- Give me your gun. - No.

- C'mon. - Absolutely not.

Okay, fine.

Wait.

What are you doing?

Why the fuck did you have to do that?

You're welcome.

You're welcome?

Calm down, I can fix it.

What? With your time machine?

Stop whining. Come on, let's go.

Ah!

Stop it.

Stop!

We done?

Uh-huh.

Now, get in the fucking car and trust me.

This?

Yeah.

You've got like a murder dungeon in there.

Please.

And you're near the bait.

Some sicko is gonna make a pair of chaps out of my leg skin?

Gross.

We only got like 15, 20 minutes before the cops show up.

And your douche wagon kinda sticks out around here.

I'm just gonna give you a little taste.

Year, month, day, time.

And enter.

Charlotte.

Who's asking?

What?

Ah!

Again?

That's for not believing me.

- I mean... - I know, right?

Uh, I don't even know how to process this,

I mean, how does it even work?

Fuck if I know.

Come on, let's go.

Couldn't we have jumped to before you shot him?

Nah,

it was funnier when I got to kick you in the nuts again.

Do you just jump around doing shit like this?

Sometimes this,

sometimes other stuff.

One time, we went to Vegas,

and won $800,000 in blackjack.

Another time, we poked a hole

in every condom in CVS in Tarzana.

Who's we?

There's a bunch of us who know about the key.

It's part of the game.

Do all of you do this?

- Do what? - Kill cops and shit.

Well, you're acting like it's a permanent thing.

It's not a permanent thing,

we can always go back and change it.

But you never thought,

"Well, maybe I should stop 9/11 or something."

Okay, so you're telling me if you had one chance,

one chance to time travel, that's the moment you choose?

I don't know when I choose.

See?

You wanna act all high and mighty,

but you ask anyone one wish.

And you know what they're not wishing for?

World peace.

Mmm, I love the smell of the woods.

You still have that cop's gun?

Yeah.

What the fuck?!

Seems foolish to have evidence on you like that.

Oh, Rusty.

I don't waste one brain cell worrying about that shit.

Must be nice.

It is.

Where do you think you're going?

I thought we were going back.

Back where?

Before the cop... before I killed Frank,

before you killed Frank a second time, I don't know.

Nah-uh.

What?

You're welcome to stay here if you like,

but I'm pretty sure the cops are gonna show up any minute.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

We're fixing all this.

It's been a fun ride, Rusty, but it's over.

You're pinning all this on me?

You said I was deviant.

And you were right.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh shit.

Where is it?

Rusty, you motherfucker, let me in!

You don't deserve it, it's all garbage.

Everything you do with it is garbage.

You preachy fuck, just let me in!

No. No fucking way.

Okay.

Okay, fine, we go together. We go back together.

I can take you back to before we met

and uh, I'll get an Uber or something,

and you can go back to your pathetic taxi life!

Russell!

Go! Go, go, go, go, go!

Charlotte!

What? You just do this driving shit for fun?

I let my partner buy me out.

- Can I get a black and tan? - Yeah.

- You mind? - Not at all.

Waiting for somebody?

Yeah.

Super flaky chick.

Sometimes it's better if they don't show at all.

Ain't that the truth?

How about you?

Nah.

I'm uh, celebrating alone.

What you celebrating?

This app I invented is about to go public.

Fuck, man.

- I got that one. - Yep.

Thanks.

To new beginnings.

New beginnings.