All language subtitles for Relax

What are you doing? Center it!

TODAY (AROUND)

What is it?

What the hell? Hello!

Hello! Damn cheese stick. Pedo!

You little shit! Damn bastard!

-Not in my neighborhood!
-Relax! I come from...

Hey you. I need something to write with.

A board, a flat thing, something.

You can borrow this if you want.

Oh yes.

So good.

Hi! If you are reading this,
please don't get mad.

But I have traveled back in time.

Relax, everything is under control,
despite a few complications.

I had to write this

on some garbage, for example.

Hello again.

I would like to bet
on the sports situation.

Hockey, for money.

-Here is my money.
-OK.

It's a context problem.

In some situations
not only do you need the answers,

you have to show what you have done.

I am unfamiliar with this.

You can also use that money
to the bus or something.

-What?
-To go, like.

A big difference is
that nothing is easy here.

Everything is informed
to be frustrating.

This is a bus stop, right?
Oh, so great.

Big day. It's the berries.

Everything is Jake.

No? Right.

Do you still have a library?

They had physical, printed books

throughout the 20th century.
There are so many of them!

They must have made them so badly

that they disintegrated. Incredible!

Not a silly metaphor for that century.

I have missed out
major events.

Much of my preparatory work is done
on things that have all happened,

and it's not that impressive to people.

I came here with shockingly little

immediately useful information.

But I can make it happen.

Hello! We will be closing very soon.

Just bring the book to the counter...

Yes, okay.

I have little space left to write on.

If you find this, there are more notes

hidden nearby,
as well as some surprises.

Everything will become clear.

Trust the plan, okay?
It's a plan.

Your respectful servant, Casper.

Sir? Sir? Hello.

Unfortunately, I have to ask you to leave.

I need a little more time.
Can you come back?

I'll probably have to follow you out.

Is it the outfit? Or is it the smell?

It is actually because have slept here.
You can't do that.

-But also the smell.
-I understand.

We are round at the edges,

but you have made quite a few mistakes.

- Is it our...
-Yes. No.

- Okay.
-Do not worry about it.

It's a plan.
You are part of something now.

-OK thanks.
-Yeah, cool.

Okay. Cool! But I... Oh. Okay. Yes.

-Hello! One like that, please.
- Five dollars.

Then I want something that costs zero.

I do not have that. Stick.

Holly!

To open! You must meet me face to face!
Face to face, Holly!

-Do you want to take it?
- Open the door, you whore!

-Hell!
-OMG. Hello.

- Hi, Alana.
- Ugly little piglets.

Fascists! Nazi bastards!

- You must have had fun.
-Yes.

But it would have been nice
with a little support!

I'm going to get everyone fired.

- It's the end of me.
- It really sparkles.

Damn bitch!

This is getting a little too intense for me.
But it has been pleasant.

It goes well.

-Call me, okay?
-Yes.

A kiss on the cheek?

There you go, dreadlocks.

-Do not be mean.
-What?

Before, at least they had some class,

the ones you brought home.

Well, I was a prejudiced cur before.

You should have come today.

- It would have meant something.
-Oh?

Yes. Being like that doesn't make you right.

Okay. Okay, sorry. I'm just hungry.
Yes.

Who the hell is that?

It's just a guy.
Come on mate. Get up, dammit!

He's leaving now.

Is that my beer? What the hell are you doing?

What depressing nachos.

Should have been illegal
to sell shit nachos

under late capitalism.

That's what we sell our souls for.

It goes well.
I only give them to someone who…

Hey buddy.
Craving depressing corn chips?

Yes please! Oh, cheer me up.

It is very good.

Well, not so good, mate. But enjoy yourself.

Fat outfit. Where did you buy it?

In the future.

-Seriously, where...
- I know it!

It's a band!
Is it current? Are they now?

I will be their doorman tonight,
so yes. Very now.

Fantastic.

Not.

Are you coming?

Thanks. Now we take a short break.
See you soon.

Hi, Casper.

- Is that a?
- Sure, mate.

Gosh. Okay. I won't say no thanks.

Yes. Thanks.

Oh, damn. The fool.

-Are you doing well?
-Yes.

Always a bad one in the pack.

- So?
-I must have...

-Are you doing well?
-Yes. So cool.

Very cool. Yes. Okay.

It's nice to see this band now.

Yes. I love them.

No, I meant
that they are only good right now.

-What?
-They get bad.

The next album is not bad,
but clearly a step back.

Then they stop touring.

And the next time they play a concert,

it actually gets embarrassing.

They are more famous,
but the music is bad.

It was a creative way
to be a jerk.

Anticipatory snobbery. Good work.

- I'm not a jerk, I promise.
-Oh?

I'm just saying
that you should take this in.

This is a very special evening.
Enjoy the show.

In the future, most people only get
a worse version of this.

Jump on a strip?

-Drugs, you mean?
-Yes.

Calm!

I can't kill a homeless person.

Ok, understood. Chips oops!

Okay, I'm quiet.

But in the future, about 30 years from now,

is this legal, everyone does it.

Not only this,
but all kinds of drugs.

But that was before my time,

so it's good I get to try it now.

So great. But you are not from the future.

Yes, I am.

Okay. If so, I can admit that

the music thing is exciting.

But you can't jump back and forth?

- Only backwards.
- Okay.

Okay. CBGB in the mid 70's
would be fat

but then having to live through the 80s
like queer, black...

-No thanks.
-Not good?

-No.
- Okay.

Then you have the 90s,

but had Missy
would be friends with me?

-Missy?
-Elliott.

- She had that.
-Yes?

Yes I think so.

But after that…

I think I'll let it go.
The story is a fucking pile of garbage.

Interesting point of view.

Honest

I don't think I killed Hitler

or skullduggery David Duke.

-Wait, did you say "skullfuck"?
-Cranienulle, that is...

- Jesus!
- Neo-Nazi bastard.

Just skull-fuck him in the face...

-No do not do it.
-Just...

It feels like too much work.

To do something that had meant something.

Yes.

-Am I a bad person?
-No.

-Not at all.
-No.

- You gave me nachos and drugs.
-Yes. But that doesn't work. Or what?

I feel it should,

but I'm not good at anything.

-So it's bad.
-Come on.

-Yes.
- You are good at things.

I used to care more. Much more.

But every time I found something
to care about

I found out something about that thing,

the movement or the person
which was bad.

Punks turned out to be Nazis.

White in sweaters abusers.

- Everything is a trap.
- Everything is a Nazi abuser.

A Nazi rapist trap.

- It's shocking.
-Yes.

Nothing is just good.

What if I tell you
that everything will be alright?

You do not need
to have a guilty conscience.

- That sounds untrue.
- Okay. Hold this one.

-Yes.
- I have a point here.

I'm going to get up.

Yep.

-Here I am.
- Okay.

Do you see me?

Okay. Things will be much better.
Really. I promise.

-Seriously?
-Yes.

- There is a plan.
-Yes.

Okay? So you don't have to think about it.

-Prove it.
- Okay. But if I prove it...

can i sleep on your couch

Please!

I need a place to sleep.

-Oh well.
-Okay, I'll prove it.

The time is...?

- Maybe two.
-Seriously?

-Do not know.
- Okay. Come on.

I will prove it.

Come on. No, take it.

I'll prove it!

- Okay.
-Come on!

Damn!

-Did it go well? Here.
-Yes.

Jesus!

-Is it here?
-Yes, it is!

Okay.

We sit in the fatal booth.

-Oh my God, think we're here.
- Okay. And what is the plan here?

My God, there he is.

I know everything about him. Pay attention.

Hello.

Okay, he's coming.

What do you want?

-Hello, Percy.
-Pardon? Have we met before?

No. Or, we have it now.
How are your sketches coming along?

Have you sold any yet? Or not?

I do not know who you are.

Sorry.

We'd like two coffees, please.

- Geez.
-Who is he?

Okay. He is nobody right now,
but after his death

people discover his works.

He makes little cartoons.
The guy is a cult hero.

-Or, he becomes one. Posthumously.
- Oh, okay.

Like the Pusur guy
was john kennedy toole?

- The Pusur guy?
-Yes. That cat.

- The orange cat.
- That doesn't sound good.

-Big eyes.
- He's good.

- Okay.
-Popular among the nihilists.

-Interesting.
- Thank you, Percy.

You're good.

Do you change the structure of reality

-by existing?
-No! So of course not.

The world will end if you do something, yes?

You know, Jurassic Park and stuff.

Do not know.

Or creates every decision

a new reality,

like a multiverse
with many timelines?

No. It's ridiculous.

There is only one timeline
and one reality. This.

And that is

rather an indistinct lump
than a clear structure.

So small deviations can happen.

But the indistinct lump of reality
stiffens over these changes.

And then time rolls on.

-"Stiffens"?
- Yes, I like to say that.

So only the big things matter,
like life and death.

Major cultural changes
or political stuff.

-Wait. What time is it?
- It is 02.13...

Oh, perfect. Right. Look out.
Then remember the word "balls". Okay?

-Do you see? Okay.
-Yes.

Three, two, one.

Oh, come on.

The countdown was probably a bit ambitious.

Forget it. It will happen any moment now.

I'm counting down again.

Three... No, I'll drop it.

But it will... When... Anytime now.

You, this has been fun.
But should we just...

Yes!

The explanation is boring.

There is cargo that has come loose
from a transport aircraft.

But strange. People remember this.

-What the hell?
-Yes!

What did I say?

What are you trying to tell me?

Am I just a joke to you?

Oh, it's the moment.

Look. And that's the box.

Yes, this goes to him.

Right! Thanks!

You, I break
several important personal rules now.

So know that if you try
to kill me or something

I want to... kill you.

Okay. Yep. It is...
It is probably fair and reasonable.

I own several knives!

-So... You know...
-Received.

Now?

You know like...
all i'm going to say?

No.

Do you know all conversations
from, say, 1847?

Or do you just know certain facts

-about that period?
-Not even that.

-What do you really know?
-It's complicated.

A lot of information is lost over time.

Long-term storage of data
is probably not something you are very good at.

So I'm left with a patchwork quilt
of digital traces and metadata.

A good number of specific statistics,

diagram and figures
without any particular context.

It was like looking at a map
with a microscope.

- Was that your job?
-Yes. I sat

things together until I got
a kind of image of the past.

Do you bring things into your time machine?

No.

There is no time machine.

What are you traveling with then?

It's a one-time thing.

A kind of miniature black hole.

-A portal, like?
-No.

You know what? Yes. They are strictly regulated.

The first will appear in about 50 years.

Far north. Everyone seems to be leading
to this time.

-Wait. Does everyone lead to this time?
- Yes, mostly.

-Within a couple of decades.
- Does it have a meaning?

- That they lead here?
- Well.

Okay.

When walking through a portal,

you can't bring anything organic with you.
Things that can rot.

No air holes. No technology.
Nothing that reveals one.

So I wrote down a lot on my hands.

Those notes and memory,
which I have lost.

But lots of notes.

- Sports statistics?
-Hello!

-Pardon.
- I have to be careful.

But yes. Sport.
I know the winning teams in baseball,

hockey and the other
for the next 20 years.

The next 20 years?

But I don't think it's that useful.

- Yes, of course.
-Seriously?

Sure.
Private bookmakers, online gambling.

Do we know the result

in the playoffs,

can we win big.

- Do you know how to do it?
-Sure.

I am a real person,
so I have ID and a credit card.

-Oh, that sounds good!
- Okay. What more?

I have some lottery numbers.

Yes! Fat. OMG. We have to toast to that.

Don't get too excited,
we must be careful.

We have to win small.

-Yes.
-Not much.

Can you actually tell me this?

Not really.

Shouldn't you have had a better plan?

No, this is the plan.
Phase one is to make money,

and it must be so.

-What is phase two?
- To save the world.

-Cool. So nice that someone is on the case.
-Toast.

You know the consequences of this, right?

- We get money.
- You can make a lot of money.

-Yes.
-Get rich.

-Yes.
-Famous.

Become someone who earns so much

that they can accomplish things in the world.

But you can't do that.
Here's the thing.

You don't have to worry about money,
but you have to cruise.

You can't beat them up.

You remain anonymous.

And live comfortably for the rest of your life.

Can you do it?

It honestly sounds awesome.

-Oh well!
-Yes.

Are there more of you?
Want someone to follow you?

No. I doubt it.

Hello!

Welcome!

- Stasis or static?
-Yes!

-Thanks! Can you repeat?
- Stasis or static?

I'm ready. Point out the direction...

-As expected.
-Hello!

Hello!

-Don't sit up.
- Yes, Doris.

-I did it.
-Hello!

Stasis or static?

Wait. Wait.

Like that. Where am I?

-Happy Birthday...
-What is it?

happy Birthday

Congratulations, dear Doris

happy Birthday

-Happy Birthday...
- Okay.

Turn off company module.

Delete the damn file.

-Hello!
-Damn!

-Hell!
-Yes.

Yes. Just run, you sick pervert!

Get to hell
away from my neighborhood!

Hello! Can I help you?

-Hello! No no no!
-Move!

- I have to find that man.
-Listen.

I blow whatever
kind of Illuminati sex hide and seek

you are playing, but this is my area.

And my children should not experience this.

So stick, and never come back!

Do you understand me, lady?
Hello! Do you understand me, lady?

Yes. I understand you, sir.

-Good.
-About abandonment.

Can you hold this for me?

-Hello!
-What the hell was that?

As I thought. Blue.
It means your life is weightless.

Go to hell!

THREE MONTHS LATER

After an incredible all-around

has Edmonton under 30 seconds
on to win.

- There is a pass.
-Look at this.

-And there it came! Goal!
-What?

-Yes! Did you see that?
- I can't fucking believe it.

Damn steak! I love sports now.
OMG. Yes!

SHITBAG MITCH

Yo, Mitch. It's Holly.

-OMG...
- You know what that means.

Payday, dammit!
Do you know why I always win?

Because I have knowledge
that comes from the future! Damn!

The crazy thing is
that it all works out quite well.

That's what everyone wants to hear.

I'm not good
on making connections,

but it is special to talk
with some having an expiration date.

That makes it a little easier though
both know that it... Well, will end.

It is also safer.

Also, you often get their stuff.

And there are many good things.

I want you to
give these to my son.

-But he doesn't value them.
- Let's see.

Gosh.

I just want to
that they should be appreciated.

If you leave them to me,

they will be remembered.

Really.

Tell me more about the future.
Tell me something else nice.

Well, fine. Food, for example.
Micro-agriculture.

Anyone can
grow almost anything they want

in one room, so no one runs out of food.

- It's magnificent!
-It is good.

-What is this?
-Oh, they're Cathy's!

Scientific investigations
from the research period.

-She studied insects!
-Well, this is first hand

field observations with context.

Exactly what we lack.

I have visited three places,

and you, Betty, are my best partner.
This is dynamite.

You should meet a decent girl.

I'm probably a bit too complicated.

Men always say that.

I probably mean rather that one

who accepts that I come from the future

may not be
someone I want to share my life with.

I didn't mean you.

No, I love your company.
You are different.

-Of course. I am dying.
-No.

You didn't have to say it like that.

Well... Thanks for everything, Betty.

You are a very nice boy.

- See you again, okay?
- Of course, dear.

Good bye.

CALL FROM TELEPHONE KIOSK

-Where can you find telephone kiosks today?
- There are 803 in the city.

And I know where everyone is.

Good for you.

Be at the inn in an hour. Bring the thing.

Ironic that you are so bad at timing.

Bullshit. See you soon.

-You're welcome.
-Thanks. Is Percy all right?

- He looks tired.
- You're obsessed.

-He is fine.
- It won't last.

-What?
- Nothing. I said "yum".

-You got it!
-Yes!

Wow.

You are now the proud owner
of a portable x-ray machine.

This is so cool!

What will you use it for?

-Phase two, saving the world.
-Just. Phase two.

I told you about the plan.
I can't say everything.

“You shouldn't know so much about me.
If I say more, the consequences will be serious."

- I didn't do that.
-Yes.

- You did that.
-Did I say "seriously"?

- Okay. Right.
- I have something more for you.

A telephone with a prepaid card.

Then you don't have to use telephone kiosks.

-Like a drug addict.
- It can be opened.

-And...
-So cool.

-Not bad, huh?
-See!

There is a lottery draw tomorrow.

- This actually works.
-Yes!

Yes, mate.

A peaceful existence suits me.

Understood. Fred is awesome.

I have a mission for you.

Right.

-Anything.
- Okay.

Can you deliver this to Betty Chambers?

She lives at the Better Horizons nursing home.

And it has to happen tomorrow before 12. Okay?

The faster the better.
At least before dinner.

I wouldn't normally ask,
but tomorrow I have an appointment

I've been waiting a long time.

- Geez. Very cryptic.
- Very cryptic.

Hell.

Thanks.

Wait. Right here, or...

-Yes.
- Fine.

This is way off the mark, mate.

-So I put you...
- Yep.

- I'm not coming back, so...
- No, then.

Okay, I'll go then.

Driving away.

HAVE MONEY.

YES, OK

-Hey, Chuck.
-Hello!

- Such a nice red box.
- Thanks, Chuck.

This should cover the next month.

- Plus a little extra.
- Thank you, brother.

-Have you been looking for me again?
- Yes, I admit it. I tried.

And I dug deep.
I always find something.

But I found nothing.
No social security number or photos.

Nada. Completely under the radar.
Damn it, brother.

You must say how you did it.

Unfortunately.

You must be on the radar.
The plot must be in your name.

Okay. But you have to tell me later.

Deal?
Before they put microchips in all of us.

- It's not happening, Chuck.
- That's what you say, brother. You say so.

-I was wondering...
-Don't look.

Damn. Right!
I take my money and leave.

Brother, I'm not a snuff-cock.

A man's privacy is sacred.
I believe in that.

- And I respect our agreement.
- Great, Chuck.

But then...

What the hell are you doing?

Good question.

Have you heard of atomic semiotics?

-I do not have that.
- Okay.

Atomic semiotics.

The idea behind it is to send
a message for the future

without using language.

-Like in Chinese.
-No.

Without the use of words.
So instead of something like…

radiation.

Even weak radiation that emanates
from a place where it shouldn't be.

This is your family's land, Chuck.

And I have no family.

I don't even have an identity.

So by digging things up
in these radiation holes

can I leave something for posterity.

-Cool.
-Yes.

It's deep, brother.

But what kind of thing?

-It sort of falls under a man's private life.
- Okay. Fuck me, then.

As long as you pay for you,

you can bury whatever you want.

Good to hear.

Listen to this. 6

I have an appointment tomorrow.

It can be risky,
but I've been planning it for a long time.

On the other side
It's going pretty well at the moment.

I have money now.
I can buy myself a sausage in bread.

So I think
that I should stand the race...

and forget the agreement. What do you think?

I had a theory for a long time
that you were an ex-special agent.

-Oh well?
-Blackwater or something.

Yes, then.

No, you're too lazy for that
to be an agent. So it is out of the question.

Now I wonder if you are
a kind of gentleman thief.

A George Clooney type,

and that you talk about
a kind of last resort.

A bank robbery, huh?

For is it,
I think you should do it.

I think you should take life seriously.
To hell with the bank.

-Yes. To hell with the bank.
- To hell with it.

It's not a robbery.

You say so, brother. You say so.

Okay.

Okay.

All right, Percy. Now we do this.

ELEGANT. NOW YOU HAVE
DEFINITELY GOT TETANUS

SHOULD WE BUY LOTTO COUPONS?
IT'S ALMOST 12 O'CLOCK

Damn!

I invented him here when I was nine.

My teacher said I was pretty good.

My first compliment.

I drew him again and again.

I kept at it for several years.

I even failed a subject
because of him.

Drawing him felt good.

I felt that it meant something.

Drawing him made me matter.

Everyone thinks they matter,
but we don't.

No one matters. No one cares.
No one is a hero.

This is us. This is me.

We are not important.

We are...

rubber clowns bouncing around
on the surface of reality.

No, that... It's miserable.

What a lousy metaphor.

I should have practiced.

Yes, yes.

Percy! No!

Hi, Betty. You asked me to speak up
when the time was right.

That's enough for today.

I should have said yes yesterday,
but it didn't work.

It was nice meeting you, Betty.
Time to say goodbye for good.

Please destroy this card.

For the sake of the future.

Hell!

I HAVE THE COUPONS.
SHOULD WE DO IT?

Hell.

Right. It was a bit messy,
but we can make it happen.

- I tried to...
-Yes.

But I'm here to help you, Percy.

- I come from the future.
- You're the guy from...

From the pub, yes. A regular customer.

So we are almost friends everything.

Listen.

- If you want to shoot me, drive on.
-No I dont want to!

Neither do you,

so this gun surprises me.

-You want to jump from the roof.
-What?

But don't think about it.

I want to show you something. Look at this.

Not yours?

A scared little cape guy.
Percy, I'm a fan.

I helped find out who you were.
Cool, huh? This happens further:

After you jump from the roof,
people find your drawings.

And they attract people. Hard to believe,
but it's absolutely true!

We found podcasts,
prints, pictures, quotes everywhere.

Graffiti. Your work
becomes part of a big nostalgia thing.

It helps people cope
all the changes happening in the world.

Percy, you inspire people.
That's pretty good, right?

Gosh! I'm going to sit down.

Listen... Just...
I'm sorry about that, okay?

I am more direct
than I usually am now.

And you're handling it well, so good job.

It's the gun for sure.

I put it on the ground. Okay? Like that.

The gun is gone.
Look at me, okay? Here I am. There you go.

I couldn't resist coming here.

Imagine if you got to meet
The Pusur guy or something.

-I hate Pusur.
-You don't like him?

Okay. How many can end it all
on own terms

as unknown to be immortalized?

Very few. Most
of historical importance

are not available until they die.
So you are a unique case.

Now we'll have a chat. A little back and forth.

Right now mostly forward.
It would be good to have some feedback from you.

Then future people will know more about you.

And then you can do your thing
down from the ceiling

with the knowledge that you have
left a mark on you in several ways.

Not meant that way.
You have left your mark

and gained some new truths
about our mere existence.

Others I have spoken to
liked the idea of it.

Does it sound good?

-What if I don't?
-Let's not...?

No no no! No no.

Calm down. Okay? Everything will be ok.

What if I go?
What happens to the prediction then?

-You can't go.
-Why not?

Because you have to do your thing!
We all have to do our thing!

And yours is from the edge over there.

I shouldn't have come here.

This was a mistake.
I think I'm just stabbing.

Okay? You should be left alone.
Right? You will be alone.

-But you want to do your thing, huh?
-No!

Well, then we've moved back to the start!
Wait.

YOU ARE A MEAT

What on earth is this?
Oh! No! Percy?

End!

- Please... excuse me.
- It was idiotic.

-Sorry.
-I've sacrificed things, okay?

Be careful.

In a way.

You must not destroy this.

- This is meant to happen.
-No.

- Then I'm sorry for that.
-Does! Shoot him!

OMG! I can't do it.

Hell.

Do you know the Spanish aristocrats

which was sent
to South America in the 19th century?

Think so.

They were to be the outward face of the empire,

maintain law and order.

At the time... it wasn't
to drag back and forth in the cards.

They stayed there.

They had everything they wanted.

Large amounts of money.

Land, servants and...

But they could never go home.

Only rarely interact with anyone

who spoke the same language as them
or had the same...

cultural background like them.

It was an honorable position,
but also a burden.

Sounds lonely.

Yes, it is.

N 46.419945, W 080.157702

What the hell is that?

Why don't you just buy
the winning coupon?

One of the coupons
which was bought there today

is a winning coupon,
so I have to buy them all.

CALL FROM CASPER

- He's not my boss.
- No, well.

What do you mean?

I just think it seems questionable.

The guy has you around his little finger.
You take risks for him.

Do you know what his thing is?

Do you know what you're really getting into?

Pardon. I'm just saying it.

Do you know what I have done?

I've built a system, Alana.

Agreements with bookmakers.

I have my own credit cards
that bet for me.

I have built a reading network
as at the agreed time

buy scratch tickets for me.

I've never built anything before.
I'm good at it and I get paid.

Good for you.

What about your principles?

Too bad we can't sell rich women
their placentas.

A doula doesn't just do that.

Whatever. It's some shit.
It's a performance.

It is like all the demonstrations,
the endless meetings,

it just gave us something to do.

For ego's sake.

And I'm sick of it. Okay?
I don't need it anymore.

Congratulations, then.

CALL FROM CASPER

-What?!
- Holly! I need you!

-Where have you been?
-I?

- Yes, listen.
-Forget it.

You have to come. It is important.

The indistinct blob of reality, yes?
23 Woods Avenue.

Okay. I will be there soon.

You, listen here. You won.

There you are, you little bastard.

THIRD FLOOR, ROOM 302

Yes, up here.

-Thank you for coming.
-What's up?

Rather, it is
that nothing has happened.

I need your help
to make it happen.

You are a disappointing time traveler.

Do you have the details?

-Who lives here?
- Okay. Keep an open mind.

Percy, I'm back!

-Yo, what the hell?
-Okay fine.

There you are. I brought a friend.

- Do you remember him?
-Hi.

This man tried to kill me.

-What?
-No. Come on, Percy.

You tried to kill yourself.

- I saved the guy. I am a hero.
- Is that a gun?

Yes. Do not panic. Okay?

I take it out slowly.
Keep calm, everyone.

Then I put it on the table. Like that. Okay?

There it is. On the table.

We have to figure this out.

-Did you kidnap him?
-No.

No. Don't nod, Percy. One cannot
kidnap someone at their home.

-Yes!
-No! I do not believe.

I'll have to check it out.

Either way, we have to get rid of him.

-No!
-Damn!

-No!
-Percy... I told you so!

He knows it.

Fuck you! This is not okay. You have
made me your co-conspirator.

Do you know what they do with someone like me
for something like this?

There are sure to be prints everywhere.

They will find me with help
of such a purple light sperm gun!

-What were you thinking?
-Do not know!

It's not my forte, so you have to
help me. He shouldn't be here.

If I don't fix this,
is it over.

Maybe for everyone.

- Do you want to kill him?
-No.

Convince him that he must die.

Nothing.

I'm just trying to do the right thing.

You don't.

You make me correct your mistake.

I went to see Betty today.

- She was dead.
-Wait. When did you get there?

Before 12, as the agreement was?

Maybe I was a little late.

When someone from the future says

that something is important, it is important.

Okay! Maybe this is a sign.

-A what?
-A sign.

A possibility, right?
The world is sick.

Look at this guy.
Maybe we can help him.

This is a chance to leave your…
positive tracks or something.

So the opposite
of what I said was vital.

You know things will work out.

Maybe they do
because you told me about this.

Maybe I'm the solution.
That there is a loop or something.

No, and no, you're not.
I am 100% sure.

It can be a loop.

It's not that. Okay?
It's not a thing.

Do you remember why?
I cooperate with you?

You are not significant.

Okay? Nothing you do
will get some followers.

But that's good for me.

This is really important.

I will help you.
This is really fucked up.

-And we won't kill anyone.
-Okay, no.

Only he dies.

I am open to other ideas.

Can't we just send him away
and ask him to lie low?

No. It is far too risky.

I need some other suggestions
than murder.

Yes, yes, yes! Just wait.

YOU MUST COME HERE AT ONCE

Okay, we have to run.
In any case, it's a good idea to run away from here.

We're taking Percy to my bunker.

- We'll figure it out there.
-Oh, damn.

Percy! You have been injured
to block the door.

-Hello.
-Wait.

Does he have a landline there?

What is a landline? Percy!

We know you have a landline there.
Add on.

-Percy Sullivan?
-Yes.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Sullivan.
Good thing you're not dead.

-Do you think so?
-Really.

OMG. He calls the police.
We have to stick.

Who are you talking to? The police?

-Do you want to be a hero, Mr. Sullivan?
-Percy!

-Come on. We can figure this out!
-Sorry about that, buddy.

-Should we go somewhere, right?
-Yes.

Drop us off here. Thanks.

Okay. Right. Come on.

- Is that your car?
-No. Come on.

Isn't that a bit strange?

There is probably only one who had to pee.

Do not worry about it. Come on!

I don't get any less scared
to be killed now.

-Relax completely, Percy.
- We are almost there.

We will figure this out.

Chuck!

Well, well, well. Look who's here.

-What have you done?
-I? You have hidden

this sex slave outfit on my father's land.

The CIA has come to my door!

I thought we were friends!

Percy, now!

- Oh, damn!
-No! I'll kill you!

- Stasis or static?
-What? Are you coming from home?

Hello!

- Stasis or static?
- I don't know the code.

I know it's a code,
but not what it is!

Please. Everything is okay. Okay?

-Why are you here?
-End!

-What have you done?
- Nothing.

Stop hitting me.

-How are you going to stop it?
-I do not know what you mean!

I don't know that.

-No!
-What the hell is that?

Hello!

-What the hell?
-No do not!

I know you have a plan.
You have mentioned it.

-What's the plan?
- I was just bored!

-What... What?
-Yes. I was bored.

It was nothing
that happened at home.

I was just thinking
it would be cool to go here.

It's not as cool as the 20th century,
But still.

Look, I found a portal by accident.

And instead of reporting it,
I went through it.

I had no one there at home
to say have at it.

I haven't changed anything here!

No no no. But you live here,
in a bomb shelter, like a terrorist.

Yes, because it's off the beaten track. Okay?

No one will come here for years.

All the way to a clerk
gets a lot of unpaid tax

-and a corpse in a couple of decades.
-Wait. What?

I haven't had a meaningful conversation
with someone

as not everything was on its way out.
Except for Holly.

But she neither knows nor cares.

The holes and the radiation,
you have told everyone about the plan.

Yes. When you say you have a plan,
people are listening.

So I guess my plan
was having fun.

And along the way preserve
some forgotten art and history.

-Collectibles, you know.
-Really? Do you think so?

Was that the plan?

Leaving everything you knew
to come here,

mess around and collect stuff?

What kind of psychopath does that?

Me.

I don't think so.

Back home, my life had no meaning.
I was so bored.

Everything went fine
until Percy messed it up, okay?

It wasn't supposed to be like that,
and I tried to fix it.

But I couldn't do it.
I could not...

I know everything is just a mess now,
but Holly hasn't done anything.

What does...

It's a meditation thing
from the future.

It's new age. That is strange.

One goes into a trance.

Be quiet!

Be quiet.

But the fact that you are here
means you did the same as me.

- So are we so different?
-I have a job, you little shit!

I will be here.

I am this district's guardian.
I will stop people like you.

Or no, you're not a terrorist.

You are... worse.

I won't stop people like you,
for we did not believe

that you were stupid enough to exist.

I know it's a mess,
but we can sort it out.

We can do it. yes then
Chuck has heard some things, but look at him.

He has no friends.

-Fuck you!
-Just saying.

-What? This man?
-Hello!

OMG!

-So you're not a terrorist.
-No! Why do you kill people?

That's worse than anything I've done.

Why? They're going to die anyway.

-What?
-The Convergence reset so much

that everything that happens before it

and does not directly affect the events
is...

completely irrelevant.

Yes, but it won't be for long, will it?

Pitiful.

-What is Convergence?
-Why do you want to live in misery?

Why?

And follow all these little rules

That just makes you less comfortable?

- I like this place.
- It's almost sweet.

Did you know that our leaders
Are the portals still using away?

Decent portals.
Not the kind that that deviation stumbled upon.

Many of our lives
goes to the pre-Convergence era

and live a life of luxury.

The Hegemon who employed me
lives in a Spanish castle now

-and hunts people.
-What is Convergence?

Okay. In 53 years will,
during a period of eight months,

the planet experience
simultaneous mega-earthquakes

and a solar storm

which wipes out
huge amounts of digital information.

The population loss as well as the shortage
on communication networks

as well as an already frayed trust
to the institutions

leading to a period of rebellion
and the fall of several governments.

Billions die.

But in the end,
immediately the failures, the parasites

and the whining popes are gone,

the people who matter come
back there from above and below

and find a way
the rest of us can live in paradise on.

- Did you know about this?
-Therefore...

yes.

So, I didn't know.
That happened a long time ago, okay?

You let it go.

I just had to hold things
as they should be...

-OMG. Damn take both of you.
-Please. We'll figure it out.

-Now? Are you going to kill us?
- Well...

There are better alternatives.

Don't you intend to stop it,
has all this been in vain.

But there's no reason you have to die.
I have...

been a bit lonely lately.

My psychologist sucks,

and I want to talk to someone
who remembers home.

Right? If you were a terrorist,
I had all killed you.

But an idiot, a loser?

- I can work with that.
- Well, then...

I know we're not best friends
right now.

- But we can probably figure it out.
- Yes, please for me.

It is quite clear...

a connection there.

But we must…

But we are one too many now.

-Maybe we should let Holly go.
-What? No, then. Not now.

- Damn.
-No.

-Do you see?
-Hello!

If she disappears now, it is forgotten.

She knows it. We can't let her live.

-None of them.
-OMG.

There are only around 120 people

which can accomplish something, but I am careful.

Pardon?

- I forgot you had it!
-Shoot her, Percy!

-Now!
- Just let me go.

- I blow on them.
-What?

Damn it!

Isn't it unhygienic
that everything is metal here?

So primitive.

Can almost feel it rusting.

It is old.

Anyway it is
strangely satisfying to hold it.

Quiet.

Hello? I can hear you in there.

- No point in pretending.
-Are you alone?

I'm all alone. Stasis or static?

- The moment is mine.
- Oh, great.

I'm coming down now.

What the hell?

-What?
-What the hell?

-Oh, hey! Long time no see!
-Is it me?

Damn, damn, damn!

I knew it.

Oh, damn! End!

- Holly?
-I have it.

-What am I doing?
- Just get out!

No!

No, so cute.

You have to mean it.

Hell.

Hello!

-No.
-Fuck you, bitch.

-You made it!
-Damn, so disgusting.

-It was amazing!
-Oh, damn.

Are you doing well?

Holly? Are you doing well? Oh, there he goes.

See you Perce!
It doesn't matter now, does it?

Yes, yes.

Are you going to untie...

Shouldn't you say anything
about this apocalypse?

- It's not my thing. I can...
-OMG!

-Are you doing well?
-Yes!

- It does. Thanks for the rescue.
-You're welcome.

Was a little afraid we would explode
when we saw each other.

-And Percy?
- He stabbed.

Oh, damn it! Damn, damn, damn!

Holly, you have to find him.

Fuck him. Let him go away.

It is the Convergence.
It's because of him!

Because of us!
It's the time loop thing!

I said so!

And that's why I'm here.

You must kill him for me.

What? No I can not.

He causes the death of billions!
Come on!

-Wake!
-Holly, I don't really know.

It must be you.
I have tried and failed twice.

This is your life's work.

We are not done here.
I'm still mad at at least one of you.

You must not do that.

Come on, Holly.

- You're not going to hurt him, are you?
-No. Without him, no me.

Good luck!

Wait!

Gosh! Guess I made it.

Look at this place.
It brings back memories of when I was here.

What a ride!

You must have been planning this for a while,
but you make me nervous. What's up?

You are right. It has been a long time.
But not me. Us.

The first attempt failed.

No!

After Doris killed Holly,
actually showed Percy dad balls.

He knocked her down.
She underestimated him.

Us too, actually.

But then he wouldn't let me go.

He wanted to stop the Convergence.

He kept me, us, here for several years.

Introduced himself
as a revolutionary hero.

He had access to our notes
and Doris' affairs.

I had to say everything I remembered
about what was to come.

These are the kinds of questions you get
our society to stop...

He changes it. He talks
with enough people, creates enough noise.

He changes everything.
Who knows what will happen now?

I took way too long
to manage to escape.

It was too late to stop him,
but I could return.

I remembered the coordinates
to the first portal I saw.

It was difficult to get there.
Then I waited for it for a month.

It was a tough period.

But then...

it took two years before we got here.

Not so convenient, but pretty good.

Enough to know
that we don't disturb Percy.

And that he does what he has to do.

Incredible.

But here's the thing: Even with a plan
is it a long time to just wait.

I knew a lot, and was an easy target.

To kill time
I therefore indulged in hedonism.

Those were some great years.

I might have exaggerated a bit.

Which day is it? Sunday?

- No, mate. It is Monday.
- Oh, damn! Okay, no! Just go!

Yes, I messed it up. Okay?
My brain was boiled.

I even took the wrong tack.

Bloody hell!

Oh, there he is.

Does! Shoot him!

OMG! I can't do it.

OMG! What is wrong with me?

Are you kidding?
Are we screwing up our second chance?

How do we manage it?

I know, okay? Trust me, I know.

And our next inflection point
only happens when we gather here.

And it wasn't until three years later.

Wait. What?

First time I come here,
after Percy refuses to die,

Holly convinces me

that he should be allowed to live here,

something I agree with.

But Doris still finds a home.

She tracks us down
using the radiation holes.

There she is.
The little gift for the future?

- Well, it backfires on us.
-Wait. But then...

I couldn't wait three more years.
What if I messed it up again?

I learned a lot about Doris
while Percy held me captive.

Like her number.

N 46.419945, W 080.157702

What the hell is that?

And it worked!

As soon as you got here,
everything unfolded as it should.

Stasis or static?

So the timeline freezes over the changes
and rolls on.

-The indistinct lump of reality.
-Cool.

But couldn't you have saved me sooner?

She pounded away at my face
for half an hour.

Calm. I am no oil painting.

I psyched myself up, okay?
It was a big moment.

And why did you let Holly…

Where are you going? Get me loose!

I need to give Holly more time.
I hope she gets to kill him.

Two birds with one stone, yes?

-What do you mean?
- I have called the police.

We don't really know about Holly.
She doesn't matter anyway.

- Nothing?
-In the big picture.

I like her, that is.

But the most important thing is
that we don't get arrested.

And that Percy dies.
But you are probably aware of that.

So Holly bangs him,

the police arrest Holly. That's the plan.

Sounds terrible.

Try to be me after she died.

I had to witness it. It was awful.

One of several memories I want to take away.

Now she just ends up in prison.

So Percy is out of the picture.

Holly is in jail.

A bit of a shame, but, but. Then there is us.

We probably can't pull it off.

But I think Holly can do it.
I have the faith.

If it goes wrong, we have to try again.

One more thing:

It can't be two of us.

We've been talking for far too long now.

It makes no sense. One of us has to go.

I vote for myself.

-What?
- Hope it doesn't hurt you.

But it's for the best. I probably should
not having done it in front of you.

No!

Sorry. Good luck. Good night!

No!

OMG! Damn! Right in front of me!
You... Hell! I am an idiot.

Now I'm broken. Now I have to go to therapy.

Damn.

Holly! Holly, wait!

It goes well. We must stop this.

Holly?

- Holly!
-No! Stop!

-Please!
-It goes well!

We'll figure it out.

Okay? Hello. Sorry for the delay,
but we have actually talked.

- He has to go.
-OMG!

No! It goes well. We have talked about it.

He won't do it.

It won't happen.

Holly, that's the thing! Okay?
He stops it!

He messes up the whole future.
It has to happen.

No. I don't want to stop anything.

Damn it, Percy! Yes! You have to!

-What is wrong with you?
- You say!

You know it will be alright!

Arrange for whom?
Maybe we can do something like

not kill more billions.

I don't make them die.

- It is not my responsibility.
-You are a parody of a white guy.

Listen. I just experienced something
very dark existentially.

I need wiggle room.

Take responsibility, dammit!

Okay. I'll take it. Pardon.

You have to deal with things yourself. Okay?

It is the basic principle of life.

Stop!

Not.

Please.

- It's for the best.
- Stop!

OMG. OMG. Oh, damn!
OMG! Damn! Casper!

I'm not going to do anything, okay?

No wait! Oh, damn.

Okay, it wasn't ideal.

Shut up! Okay!

What are you doing?

Putting pressure on it.

- Damn.
-Do not worry about it.

-It goes well.
-No!

Maybe this is the present.

- It feels like that.
-Be quiet. Okay?

We have to stick. Come on.

No. Come on. Up with you.

-Ow!
-You're damn heavy.

-So, so.
- Okay.

-Come on. Damn!
- I can't go!

Go. Just shut up for a bit. Okay?

- I come from the future.
-I know. Come on.

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

LISTEN TO ME OR WE ALL DIE

But despite that skepticism
from the publishers,

have Mr. Sullivan's book
already become very famous

because of
his surprisingly accurate predictions.

Some even call him that

perhaps the most important in history
political cartoonist.

So it is with great pride
I would like to present Mr. Percy Sullivan!

Hey, Percy!

-Nice scarf.
-Here.

This is all I found
in her apartment. Take it.

All I ask is that
I never want to see you or him again.

- Thank you, Percy.
- I'm doing my part, right?

Tell them the truth,
helping them with my art.

Do you want to save the world? Go ahead.

-Ten, nine, eight...
- Now it's happening!

-...seven, six...
-Five! No?

-Five, four, three, two, one!
-...five, four, three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Everything is still in perfect order.
I knew it.

-Hello.
-Hello!

-Did I miss it?
-You did it. Just!

It was almost like last year.

Countdown from ten,

-and then they said "Happy New Year".
-Yes.

-Is Percy all right?
-Yes.

-He gave us a copy of the book.
- Oh, jeez.

-Yes.
- Is it good?

It's a blast, mate.

-Is it?
-Yes.

But it predicts the future, then.

- He should have that.
- Well, you can do that yourself now.

Do you have what it takes to stop it?

Do not know. She said it is...

120 people
that can actually accomplish things.

- I know where they live.
- Well, look at you!

I have changed your life.

We met when you ate my trash.

That's true. I had forgotten that. OMG.

How do we know if we have stopped it?
What will happen?

A kind of paradox will probably
swallow reality.

Or maybe nothing?

Maybe nothing will happen.
Yes. I like the idea of nothing.

-So... are you sure about this?
-Yes. I was born to it.

OMG. Yes, it has to happen that way.

I will come back once in a while.

I'm okay. It's a plan.
I'm from the future, right?

I do not know
if you want to hear about Holly.

But I hope so. It is enough
pointless, but she's right.

It's worth a try. The future is
written, but maybe it shouldn't.

We write about the past all the time.
Why not the future?

Everyone is here.
The control stations are closed.

The trucks are ready. Everything is ready.

-What is the next step?
-Let's save the world, dammit.

But if you have any questions,
I am happy to answer.

If you're reading this, you know where I am.

I want to be here.

-Hello?
-Hello! Yes, hi. Stasis or static?

Stasis or static?

- The moment is mine.
- Okay. Perfect. Great.

We followed your cue,

and we need to talk to you.

Wait a minute, buddy.

Thanks. OMG. Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Hello!