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10-34, over.

That's a 10-34. Over.

Come on. Fuck.

Who are you talking to?

We're ready to go.

Come on.

Lady, we're out of time.

Who are you calling?

Trying to send a distress signal to my STF contact.

Hold up, you can do that on a walkie?

Yeah, it's, uh the STF uses paired walkie sets

to communicate across time.

- Shut up. - The Old Watch can't track

analog signals, so they can't listen in

on what you're saying over these old things.

I can only communicate with the other walkie in this set.

Durane has the other one. He recruited me in '94.

But he's not responding.

TRC-218 two-watt three-channel handheld CB receiver

with Channel 30 crystals.

Heck and Naldo stole the other one in my set

on Hell Day in 1988.

Heck and Naldo have the matching unit to this one in 1988.

- Are you sure? - Stole it right off my friend.

- You're sure? - Mm.

Because if what you're saying is true...

10-34.

Anyone out there? Anyone hear my voice, come back.

10-34.

One four...

Oh, shit!

That's them. That's Heck and Naldo.

Yes, yes, I can hear you.

- You're coming through. - It is them.

Tell them it's us, the girls they stole

- the walkie from. - Screw that. Tell them to get

their future butts here already, please.

Guys, we're going home.

Put a team together and get here ASAP.

We can evacuate the civilians and maybe

even get the drop on these bastards.

If these STF freaks win this dumb war,

maybe all of our futures change.

Adult you never gets in that robot.

KJ never gets that perm.

Ah-ha-ha...

Tiffany probably still goes to the same

- fancy college, though. - Mm-hmm.

Future's so bright, right?

Exactly.

Do you read me?

Come on, let's get a move on.

Chop, chop, lady.

Do you read me?

I'm just gonna give them the 1999 folding coordinates

- and keep repeating. - Good idea.

Okay. Uh... this one right here.

4-1-6-6.

4-1-6-6.

Hey, assclowns,

if you can hear this, get ready,

'cause we're coming to get our shit back.

That was me.

What?

No.

It was you on Hell Day.

We heard you.

It was your voice. We heard your message.

What do you mean?

T-That's impossible. You weren't...

This has already happened.

Oh, my God, all of this has already happened

and nothing changed.

Will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is going on

is that nobody's going anywhere, Larry.

They got our message in '88.

We heard it, too. Heck and Naldo got the message,

and they still die.

And we can't get home.

It's a time loop.

A predestination paradox.

Events in the future trigger events in the past

causing them to repeat over and over again.

And everything that's happened

and everything that's going to happen,

there is no changing it.

No.

M-Maybe we can take it back.

Tell Heck and Naldo to abort.

Tell them to find another way. Tell them it doesn't work.

Please... Please, can you hear me?

Please, you're gonna die.

Abort, abort. You're gonna die.

You are going to die.

Hey, look at me. Mac.

We are gonna figure this out.

How?

Mac!

Where's she going?

Maybe just give her a minute.

I'm afraid we don't have a minute.

They're coming.

Mac?

Where are you? They're waiting.

Mac, we got to get out of here.

You all right?

Thanks for being so...

I don't know, just thank you for being how you are, I guess.

You all right?

I'm... I'm just gonna...

I'm just going to check if there's

any food or stuff or supplies or something,

in the house for us to take.

No, you stay here, take a load off.

- Mac. - It's fine.

Goddamn it.

Fuck!

I'm sorry about that. Um...

I didn't realize you were in here.

Your friend is funny.

I wouldn't.

Hey, we're ready to go.

When I was your age, that silo

was filled to the roof with grain.

Afraid I'm not much of a farmer.

Guess I don't end up being much of anything.

As riveting as that is, Larry,

we have to get out of here right now.

You said so yourself.

I can't. My MeeMaw.

We can't let them catch you. You know too much.

That's funny, 'cause I feel like I don't know a fucking thing.

Sorry, but you've seen how MeeMaw is.

She can't be on the run in her condition.

You might not understand this, but I have no choice.

I have to take care of her, okay?

You're not the only one with a family, Larry.

And if you really care about your meemaw, get in the car,

survive this, and find a way to get back to her.

You can't do her much good otherwise.

Mac, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I just, I...

KJ Brandman.

What are you going to do with us?

I think maybe we got it wrong, KJ.

I think she just wants to send us home, believe it or not.

I'm going with not.

If you put us back,

we really won't remember any of this?

- Mac. - That's the trade-off.

I just need the exact date you came from.

We're not telling you.

November 1st, 1988.

I'm just tired.

I just want to go back home,

have a decent smoke and sleep in my shitty bed.

And you, you should just forget about all of this.

Have a fan-fucking-tastic time at your bat mitzvah.

You'll be back in your bed in no time.

There's just someone who wants to meet you first.

Hello.

You kids seem a little on edge.

The vibes in here are tense right now.

Is it Prioress?

Eh, she can be a little too much,

but you know what? She means well.

And plus, she got you here safe and sound, so...

we can all relax a little bit, right?

Let's all take a deep breath. What do you say, huh?

So, I'm not gonna lie.

You have completely fucked the Stony Stream timeline,

but here's the good news: we're gonna fix all of that.

No worries at all.

- By killing us? - What?

Let me guess, this is the one that killed your brother?

No. No killing.

I was thinking more like taking you from here,

dropping you back in 1988,

and then erasing any and all memories

of this nightmare ever happening.

Come on. Doesn't that sound good?

- You can really do that? - Wait,

- can you put us in the future? - What?

What do you want with the future?

My friend has cancer.

- And maybe in the future, there's a cure. - Christ, Kaje.

Is there?

That's a dinosaur.

Get in the car.

This feels like our cue, ladies.

Get in!

Did you make this mix?

- No, my brother did. - Ah.

Well, you got a pretty cool brother.

He's got good taste in music.

Let's, uh, let's listen a little, huh?

♪ I ain't got a fever ♪

♪ Got a permanent disease...

Ugh. So good.

I remember when this song came out.

Okay, let's think about your life

like it's your favorite mixtape, right?

And every moment in your life

is like a different song in the mix.

Now, what happens if you, uh,

wanted to change one of the songs...

or, in this case, even better,

record over it with a different song?

- Hey, easy with that. - Hang on, hang on.

I'm trying to make a point. Okay.

Now let's listen.

Hey, easy with that.

It's a little hard

to hear over the headphones,

but believe me when I say

the sound quality has degraded each and every time

you record over the tape.

Nothing is as good

as the original.

Now,

the STF...

those little rascals... they're out there

thinking they're changing the mixtape of time

for the better by making all the bad stuff go away.

But in actuality,

what they're doing...

...is recording over the original track

with all their own songs.

If you keep doing it, over and over...

...eventually,

the timeline just unravels.

And in its weakened state, after all the recording

and the rerecording, guess what happens next?

Now no one can listen.

This, right here, is the end of the universe.

You fucker.

So, that's why the Old Watch

has to keep the original mixtape playing.

Always.

No exceptions.

Look, I'm sorry, kid.

I'm old enough to remember cancer,

and that's a real cold card to catch,

but, like we say at the Old Watch,

"Your time is your time."

Can I put in an order to have my brain extra scrubbed?

Look, I don't want to remember any of this.

I like you.

I'm gonna order up the deluxe platinum rinse just for you.

Promise.

Ha. All right. Great job, everybody.

So, we've got a little bit more cleanup to do here in '99,

and then we'll drop you guys back at...

Wait, what-what was the date again?

November 1st, 1988.

Oh, '88. Are you kidding?

What a great year for music.

Metallica's ...And Justice for All.

Are you guys heavy metal fans?

Lars Ulrich, probably the best drummer working right now.

The guy's double bass kicks

are out of control.

Hold on. Slow down, okay? What do you care

if your mind gets wiped?

Are you serious?

You think I want to go back to my boring life

in fucking Stony Stream with no memory

of time travel or any of this?

Give me a pen.

Get in the car!

Give me one.

You won't remember any of this, but at least you'll have that.

Now make it real.

Go.

Unbelievable.

Wait!

Wait, hold on!

Ah.

Ladies, meet Tessa.

Tessa, these are our new friends.

They're a little lost, but we're gonna get them back home.

Hey, I have a question.

- Yeah? - Those STF guys we watched her execute

are from some time, right?

So why is that allowed?

Why doesn't that fuck up your mixtape?

Look, I don't make the rules.

Really? If you don't, then who does?

You got, like, a boss or something?

I... No. No, I don't have a boss.

What? No. Everything just happens for a reason.

I don't believe that.

I believe that people say that

to absolve themselves of responsibility.

But we make choices.

And if you can stop bad things from happening,

you have to try.

Look, I get it. You're nervous.

But trust me, it's better this way.

Better for you, maybe.

No. No, see,

better for the timeline.

Look, I know this might be hard for you guys

to wrap your heads around,

but trust me, that is a privilege.

You know what? I changed my mind.

Deal's off.

If you're worried about Ablution,

it doesn't hurt or anything.

You just blink your eyes and...

all the burdens you're feeling right now...

won't even be a memory.

You're not listening.

We're not fucking doing this, man!

Yeah.

See, I think

you might be laboring under the delusion

that you have a choice.

Aah, get your hands off me, you fucking creep!

Let these girls go right now

or I shoot your pet right in the neck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not cool, not cool, man!

You're no killer.

Maybe not.

But I am a proud member of the STF Underground.

- Oh, here we go. - Drop it.

Get the hell over here.

You should probably get out of here.

Hurry up, hurry up.

You've been sold a bill of goods, my man.

Bullshit.

What makes you say that, huh?

Because you talked to a couple

of freaky teens with metal pimples?

Come on, think about it.

Let's all just take a deep breath,

relax...

you drop that gun.

Come on, what do you say?

I say...

at least I've finally done something right.

Fine.

Have it your way.

Larry!

You saw me try and save him, right?

I-I-I-I legit did not want him to get chomped.

Let's go find the girls.

Did they see where we went?

I don't think so.

That guy had a fucking dinosaur.

Poor Larry.

He didn't deserve that.

He saved us.

For a little while at least.

I'm sick.

- What do you mean? - What?

You can do this, Mac.

It's cancer.

Dylan told me.

Is that true?

Well...

Yeah.

It's true.

Look, in four years,

there's no future me.

I don't understand.

You told me that you grew up

to be some kind of vet, and that you were okay.

I'm so sorry, Mac.

Me, too.

I'm glad you told us.

So what are we gonna do if they find us?

You mean when they find us.

We'll fight them, I guess.

And if we lose?

Jerry Garcia out there said that he'd erase our brains,

then send us back home.

Or we could escape them somehow and wait seven years

for another folding, on the off chance

it actually takes us to where we want to go.

Well, then, I guess I call dibs

on the freaky armored lady trying to kill us.

Not if I get to her first.

Maybe if we stack you on Erin's shoulders.

Ladies!

We can do this the easy way or the way

where the dinosaur rips the house apart.

You decide.

I already have an expiration date.

They only know about two of us.

So maybe

they'll go without taking you guys...

- Not a chance. - We can't let you do that.

Look, I've only got four more years to live, so why don't I

- just go outside alone? - The only reason we're

still standing here right now

is because we've stuck together this far.

We're paper girls.

So we stick together.

Right?

Mm-hmm.

We're not gonna change that now.

Guys, wait, wait.

I'm sorry for what I said earlier about your bat mitzvah.

I'm sorry for all of it.

I don't want to forget you guys.

We don't want to forget you either, Mac.

Although...

let's be honest.

You couldn't even if you tried, right?

Yeah.

You want to come, by the way?

To what, your bat mitzvah?

Yeah.

You're all invited.

If we survive this, that is.

I'm there.

I wouldn't miss it.

Sure thing.

If we make it,

like you said.

But I'm not wearing a fucking dress.

Names.

Erin.

Erin Tieng.

Tiffany Quilkin.

And I'm Ben Dover and this here is Buck Naked.

Now let's get on with this, you freaky bitch.

I wonder if this is what really happened

to the people who think they were abducted by aliens.

If there's aliens in addition to this,

I really don't want to know.

So if we see each other on the street

or the mall...

you know, after this...

...do you think we'll recognize each other?

I don't know.

Maybe some of it will stay.

You know?

Not the whole thing, but...

maybe we might remember stuff like...

Erin's cool T-shirt.

Or Mac's nasty smoker's breath.

Hey! I quit already.

You smoked a cigarette on Tiff's roof

last night.

One, it was a clove, so it doesn't count.

And two... that was only last night?

How long have we been gone?

I don't know.

But I feel much, much older,

I'll tell you that.

Tiffany Quilkin.

Come with me.

Oh, hell no.

What are you gonna do with her?

This doesn't concern the rest of you.

If it's about Tiffany, it does.

Maybe you think I'm asking.

Maybe if you were gonna do something to us,

you'd have done it already.

Fine.

Come with me.

All of you.

I was your age, maybe younger

when I joined the Watch.

The STF terrorists invaded on the Fourth of July.

To them, we were all guilty. Guilty of creating

the godforsaken future they came from.

A new kind of war.

Made singularly possible

by the discoveries of a team

lead by Dr. Joan Braunstein.

A team of which you will be part.

The Quilkin Institute.

Why are you telling us this?

I'm offering you an opportunity.

Do you still want to save your sick friend?

What is this place?

Come on, ladies.

A folding.

But controlled.

Is it, like, permanent or what?

Are those ships?

They are.

Like you, I didn't choose to be

part of this war, it chose me.

My generation, my timeline.

For years, I have tried to put out its fire,

only to watch it endlessly reemerge and mutate.

This is our last, best chance to make sure it never happens.

Whether Grand Father can admit it or not.

Tell Dr. Quilkin what you've seen.

Sit.

There.

And if we do what you're saying,

does that mean my older self won't die?

She was piloting that big robot

and didn't survive.

I don't know.

But I believe the future can be what we make it.

Get in the ship.

Yeah, let's get the hell out of here!

Stop!

Prioress, what causes this?

Are these travelers escaped?

This one tried to deliver them.

- He initiated launch. - No!

- But why do the travelers still... - She lies!

Folding entry in two minutes.

They're coming. Go!

KJ, come on!

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Whoa. These were real.

- Come on, KJ, get in here! - I'm so sorry.

- If I can undo this, I promise I will. - Go.

- I'll see to it that you get... - Don't!

No! No...

No, KJ, get out of there, now!

Fuck, what's he doing?

- Grounding us, what do you think? - We have to stop him.

Don't...

Folding entry in one minute.

- One minute. - Erin!

Erin!

- Erin, come on, come on! - Erin!

- Come on! - Come on!

KJ, Erin, just get in here!

She's gonna get left behind if she doesn't move her ass!

Come on, guys! Come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Okay, just rest. Thank you.

- We have to go! Now! - Come on!

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three, two,

one.

Launch sequence initiated.

Vessel away.

No!

Quickly.

What the fuck?

Ten,

- nine... - Get them out of there.

...eight, seven...

- Shut this down right now! - ...six, five,

four,

three, two,

one.

Vessel away.

Fuck!

Where did they go?

What the fuck were you thinking?

This is the only way there can truly be peace.

She's...

she's Dr. Quilkin.

- What? - The Dr. Quilkin.

She'll make a different choice.

- And all this... - Oh, P.

I'm gonna stop you right there, because...

I'm afraid...

...it's your time.

Let's go!

Looks the same.

I don't know what I was expecting.

Flying cars, maybe?

I don't see another capsule, do you?

Wait.

Do you hear that?

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Golden years ♪

♪ Gold whop whop whop don't let me hear...

And you're gonna play quarterback.

♪ Taking you nowhere angel...

I can't do that.

- Oh, why not? - 'Cause they're...

They're semi-pro, you said so yourself.

♪ Nights are warm and the days are young ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ There's my baby, lost, that's all ♪

♪ Once I'm begging you save her little soul...

Holy shit.

♪ Gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Come get it, my baby ♪

♪ Last night they loved you ♪

♪ Opening doors and pulling some strings ♪

♪ Angel ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ In walked luck and you looked in time ♪

♪ Never look back, walk tall, act fine ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ I'll stick with you, baby ♪

♪ For a thousand years ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden ♪

♪ Years ♪

♪ Gold ♪

♪ Golden years, gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ Some of these days, and it won't be long ♪

♪ Gonna drive back down where you once belonged ♪

♪ In the back of a dream car 20-foot long ♪

♪ Don't cry, my sweet, don't break my heart ♪

♪ Doing all right, but you gotta get smart ♪

♪ Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe, oh, Lord ♪

- ♪ I believe all the way ♪ - ♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ Run for the shadows, run for the shadows ♪

♪ Run for the shadows in these golden years ♪

♪ There's my baby, lost, that's all ♪

♪ Once I'm begging you save her little soul ♪

♪ Golden years, gold whop whop whop ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere ♪

♪ Angel ♪

♪ Come get up, my baby ♪

♪ Run for the shadows, run for the shadows ♪

♪ Run for the shadows in these golden years ♪

♪ I'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna touch you in these ♪

♪ Golden years ♪ ♪