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Subtitles by Renatinha Tankinha

Big changes often come in small packages,

like an atom blooming in the desert.

A headline on the morning paper.

Or a plain white envelope

slipped under the front door.

What was that?

Nothing.

You were more than friends. You and this Isaac.

Are you jealous?

Yes.

Fingers.

Why fingers?

Tucks, you're out of coffee.

No, Ophelia, in the can on top of the ice box.

Time has five fingers:

one is the past,

two is the present,

three is the future...

...and four is what could have been,

and five what it could be.

Tucker, you're out of coffee.

Back in a minute.

Isaac?

Ophelia!

Ophelia!

Can I help you?

I live here.

Yeah, right...

Shit!

This is filthy! Hi, Dex.

- What are you doing, Drew? - Cleaning the oven.

I haven't cleaned it in years.

I don't think we ever cleaned it, did we?

I didn't.

Why is the gas on?

Oh, that could have been ugly.

I bought you a present.

Reminded me of you.

Thanks.

You want to say something?

That's it?

– So I can't write.

It's not that you can't, it's that you don't.

I don't because I can't.

You've almost done with your book!

You thought it was childish.

I thought it was childlike, and that and it needed work,

I didn't want you to just give up.

It is not that simple.

It's like you had to make some vast gesture to futility.

No, I was just being practical, because nobody would have read it.

I would have.

Well, you don't count.

Yeah, I know.

Dex, you don't live here anymore.

Yes.

I came to give you this.

It's got to move tonight.

You don't want the car?

It's in your name.

Remember?

I do.

Gorge! Gorge!

Hey beautiful! What's up?

Nothing.

Hey, what's with the bag? Are you going somewhere?

Yeah...

Can you help me find my car?

I forgot to ask Dex where he parked it.

Relapse sucks.

Whenever we try to talk, we end up fucking.

Probably would have parked it in a spot good for Friday.

Wait, wait, what are we looking for, again?

- A beat to shit silver rabbit. - A beat to shit silver rabbit.

Isaac!

So how's your book coming?

It's not.

I couldn't finish it.

I liked that part when Frankenstein splits his stitches and he dies,

fertilizing the earth where that little girl grows tomatoes.

You're a goddess, Drew, that was greatness!

Isaac?

- Did you find something? - Sort of.

Oh look,it's a book about chickens!

I want to raise chickens someday.

Gorges?

- Come with me. - Come with you where?

Out of the city. Let's just find a car and go somewhere.

I can't, I'm got to work the bar tonight.

Call in sick.

Drew, I'm saving money to fix my teeth.

- I've got dental. - You?

Yeah, I still have insurance left over from that day job.

I can't use your dental insurance.

Why not?

I never used it. They don't have anything on file.

Just use my name.

Well, I...

Are you sure you want this?

It's missing half the pages.

I only want it for the cover.

Yeah, well, okay, just take it.

Thanks.

Where's the car parked?

Do you know the "Alibi Club"?

Yes, Gorge's bar.

It's parked there.

Thanks.

Drew?

Drew, will you come with me, please?

The doctor will be here in a moment.

Lenses placed.

Begin scanning.

Scanning.

The code does not match.

Stop scanning.

- I can't stop. - We have the wrong girl.

Whoops.

We're closing.

Do you want to take that?

The park's closing, ma'am.

Are you alright?

What's wet and pink and tastes like pussy?

My tongue!

Hi Drew.

Hi Rach.

You look like shit. What happened?

I don't know.

The last thing I remember I was at the dentist's.

And then I fell asleep.

Where is Gorge?

She called in sick.

Have SOME wine.

- Thanks. - On the house.

- Hi! - Gorge?

I'm not here. Leave a message.

Scotch.

Straight up.

Shit.

- Do you travel often? - What?

When I found you in your car, your eyes were...

I blacked out.

It's no big deal, it's been happening since I was a kid.

I'm not going anywhere.

Ophelia?

Huh?

Her name is Ophelia.

And that's me -

Tucker Harding.

Where is the rest of it?

I threw it away.

Too bad.

You could've helped me with the ending, I just started writing it this morning.

This book is forty years old.

It's been a long day.

Excuse me.

Who's got two thumbs and likes blowjobs?

This guy!

- Give me a little more time. - There is no more time.

What about the other one?

She'll do nothing.

Tux.

Isaac...

I...

...don't know what to say.

Welcome to non-linear time!

You'll get used to it.

Tucks, you look well.

Well, I'm not.

I have...

headaches, nosebleeds and...

my hair is falling out.

Yeah, I know, that's what happens when you are exposed to radiation.

Hello, Drew.

You two know each other?

Not yet.

Cigarette?

I don't smoke.

You know, in the 50s they used to make those with asbestos.

So?

Nothing.

I was about to tell Drew a story.

Tucker is a fine storyteller.

Yeah, I know.

- So tell it - Alright.

A woman writer gets an out-of-town gig

through an editor friend she leaves in charge of taking care of her cat.

When she returns,he's missing.

The friend, not the cat.

In his place , she finds a...

a woman

which starts to grow on her,

Like...

like green on cheese.

I'm afraid that the editor friend would be me.

I'm a science editor for the Digest.

A small but popular publication.

Isaac got me a gig covering

the H-bomb test in Nevada in 1953.

The H-bomb?

We didn't know the risks.

A couple of hydrogen atoms come together like a billion sunsets.

Big and dirty.

Like something you shouldn't see.

Watching fusion is like catching God fucking.

You don't believe in God!

No,but I believe in atom.

A little physics joke there.

Yeah right...

You don't believe me.

What's to believe?

it's a fun story.

You know, I've made good money

I've made a good living writing

about ambivalent characters like you.

You believe in nothing.

Least of all yourself.

I gotta go.

Tucks, let her be.

Here, you have a booger.

Look at it!

It's big and ugly, isn't it?

What do you want?

Perhaps you could play a little

game of pool with my friend over there?

Provide a little distraction.

I can't deal with this.

Drew...

I didn't mean to get personal.

It's okay.

It has been a long day.

What's it stand for?

Me.

- Where were we. -She said she was a friend of yours.

Who?

The woman I found in my apartment.

Tucker, we have to talk.

So talk.

Not here.

Are you a friend of Isaac?

We're on a business trip.

Me and Isaac.

What kind of business?

Travel.

Business.

That was quite a shot.

Where did they go?

You're in the travel business, too.

Sorry...

You sure know how to pick them...

Yeah.

Thanks, Rach.

Nice place.

A woman lives here.

Yes, a woman does live here. A woman writer.

- Are you jealous? - No.

Too bad. Wine?

Crazy...

Is this a radio?

That's an entertainment center.

You'll be safe here tonight.

Safe?

Sure from what?

What could've been.

What's this?

Nothing.

Just a future thing, you know like...

a remote control or contact lenses.

We don't have that much time.

What do you mean?

Think of non-linear time as a pie -

we can eat the slices in any order,

but you cannot eat the same slice twice.

And , baby, I have eaten a lot of pies.

Come clean, Isaac.

It's bigger than us, Tux.

Bigger than just you, me, and the bomb.

There are others...

...time freaks like us...

...who are...

Get to the point.

...dangerous.

You didn't want to spoil the ending, did you?

I want to help you.

- Then help me. - I'm not sure that I can.

I don't belong here, Isaac. I want to go home.

You can't.

Travel is an act of will

often triggered by unconscious decisions.

An image, a thought,

a jolt, a desire can set you off. It's not easy to control.

What if I can't?

If you go back there

you die.

Gorge?

Where is Gorge?

She is not here.

What are you doing here?

I live here.

How did you get in?

Isaac brought me.

He didn't tell me this was your place.

Sorry.

Look... you don't have to go.

Thanks.

I thought you didn't smoke.

Not cigarettes.

Reefer?

Pot.

Pot...

Pot.

An ugly word for a pretty flower.

So, how does it work?

This travel business?

I don't really know.

Isaac says...

we're some kind of...

time freaks,

that we can live time out of order, but...

not the same moment twice.

How do you know when you've done it?

There's mucus around the eyes, like

when I found you in the car.

I don't remember how I got there.

Perhaps you don't want to remember.

Perhaps I don't.

Have you...

got something to eat?

I don't know...

You can check the fridge.

What is this?

Soy milk.

This is disgusting...

You get used to it.

Is this you?

It was.

It was at this motel in the Poconos, I went to with my parents when I was a kid.

I remember they had this big fight

and they made me wait outside.

I don't know, I must've blacked out.

I just remember waking up.

And that was it.

Marriage over.

No more family vacations,

Just, if I would have been conscious,

you know...

Maybe I could have done something.

And what would you have done?

I don't know.

Something.

Would you?

Yes.

I would.

Haven't you ever thought of going back and changing something?

Sure I have.

Tucker, what's your real name?

Tucker.

No, that's got to be a pseudonym.

Promise not to tell .

I promise.

Violet.

Violet...

There's no prescription..

No.

But I look too fuckable without them.

That's true.

Shit, I need coffee.

I'm hungry. Are you hungry?

I haven't had a decent meal in fifty years.

Do you know who did this?

Not yet.

The sidewalk's wrong...

I've been shot in the back of the head at close range.

There should a wide splatter of blood on this sidewalk.

But there's...

-...only a small pool. - So?

So I wasn't shot on this sidewalk.

Then where?

Here.

Isaac?

- Isaac! - Do I know you?

Yeah.

It's me, Drew.

I don't know you.

If you are one of us, I don't know you yet.

Drew?

Are you alright?

Where is the blood?

What?

Did you clean it?

No, Drew, I just got here.

Where is the cactus?

I don't know.

Dex, what are you doing here?

I called...

Jeez, Drew, you don't listen to your goddamned messages anymore.

Come on, pick up.

I'm gonna come by tomorrow to pick up some more stuff.

Drew? Hello, it's me, Gorge.

OK,I guess you're on your way to the park.

I love you.

Drew, I'm really worried about you.

You don't seem okay.

Maybe you shouldn't live alone.

Do you want to move back in?

What?

Take the apartment.

I don't need it.

Why did you bring her here?

When I brought her to you, I thought, maybe..

Nothing.

I wanted to be with her again.

I was...

And now I'm out of time.

You're not telling me everything, Isaac.

Intuitive little beast.

You don't want to know everything.

Try me.

When Tucker met the H-bomb,

the radiation not only poisoned her lovely flesh,

but altered her Code,

Spawning her ability to live non-linear time.

What code?

As DNA is to the flesh, the Code is to the soul.

A blueprint to the psyche,

a road map of destiny,

concealed in our cellular bio electrical fields.

Get to the point, Isaac.

In death, the Code breaks down into little pieces,

which then recombined with other little pieces

to form new sequences, new souls.

– Like reincarnation in a blender. - Exactly.

Now this is normal death.

- I need that coffee. - And here is Tucker's death.

Fuck!

I waited

in your apartment

and I couldn't stand the waiting.

I couldn't stand to watch her sleeping and know that at some point

no matter what I did somebody was going to come in and blow her face off.

So I came here.

And now Tucker is dead. Right?

She...

instinctively traveled

she tried to go home,

and died on the way.

Her body comes to rest on the sidewalk, beneath her window.

But her soul - her Code - splatters all over the timeline,

and her mutation

infects various formative souls.

Past, present and future.

Among them, you.

Sometimes we must protect our history no matter how ugly.

I want to find the man who killed Tucker.

No, you don't.

If you won't help me, I'll find him myself.

I remember these... cars.

I wouldn't mind driving again.

Linear travel.

Foot on the gas.

Eyes on the horizon.

So what's stopping you?

These.

What are they?

Implants. Bio electric transmitters.

I am an artificial time freak.

Hot-wired for non-linear time.

Where are you going, Drew?

I don't know.

I can come?

I'm tired of knowing where I'm going.

No.

Drew...

I'm drunk.

Offer me a ride home.

Where's home?

Staten Island.

Isaac!

Wait.

What, change your mind?

Don't want to know everything?

You said you were out of time.

Well, I'm not.

I could go back.

I can do something to help him.

And then what happens?

That's what I'm asking.

I can't tell you what happens if you jump the timeline,

I can, however,tell you that non-linear time offers no easy way out.

Whatever you do, or don't do,

it sticks.

Didn't anyone tell you about my tail?

I engineered it myself.

a full extension of my vertebrae.

It even comes with extra chakras.

Ophelia?

You're from the future...

Yes.

But I've seen you before.

Have you?

Yes. You're the one on the book cover.

I don't think you'd remember me.

Surprised?

I needed to stimulate your

unconscious so you could travel.

I've traveled?

It's yesterday afternoon, after a meeting you skipped over.

Gorge!

She's dead.

An accident. A scanning malfunction. Her code...

His soul has been damaged irrevocably.

Why would anyone want do this?

In what you call the future there exists

a vast database of all electronic transactions,

including credit card purchases and trips to the dentist.

According to the record, this should have been you.

There's nothing you can do.

You have to tell me what you think of the decor?

Have we captured the feel of the period?

What do you have to do with all of this?

We are drawn to each other.

Us time freaks.

The pull of the Code is stronger than blood.

Take me and Isaac, for instance.

I went looking for Tucker and who did I find but the love of my life.

But Isaac is an artificial time freak.

Yes I know.

- I engineered him myself. - There you are. are you gonna make dinner?

I guess I'm cooking then.

Drew, you're staying for dinner, aren't you?

I didn't cook because you said you would get sandwiches at subway.

I even gave you the little card for the stickers.

- Of course you didn't remember. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means you don't remember.

I don't remember a lot of things.

I come home every day,

I don't know what I did, I don't know what's going on.

It's very confusing.

They 're humans like us.

Damaged souls that I repaired using' my own Code.

He was champion until his intense

for electronic games damaged his code.

She was a librarian who suffered from an incurable mental illness.

Is Isaac like them?

No.

Isaac received only the implants necessary to travel through time.

Although he has a weak will, he has his own will.

And these two are an extension of my consciousness.

You killed Gorge.

An accident

– I don't get it... – After the mix up at the dental

clinic, I realized that you could be useful.

That you could hold Tucker Harding this time.

Long enough to kill her.

Imagine my surprise when the record

revealed I was the author of her death.

Why?

Logic suggests that if Tucker were to live,

we'd sacrificed ourselves

our ability to travel.

It's who we are.

Isaac says we can't know what will happen.

Forget about Isaac.

The line is a delicate chain of cause and effect is too precious to break.

You live the life, you pay the price.

And the price of seeing the future,

is seeing the future.

It's not because Isaac is in love with Tucker?

Because you're jealous?

That was before he met me, when he was still linear.

That was last night in my apartment.

They were together.

You didn't know that, did you?

You must hate her.

I can't hate Tucker.

Any more than you can hate me.

After all, we're in this

together: you, me, Tucker.

We're made of the same Code.

We've got our parts to play.

Mine is to kill,

And Tucker's is to die.

And mine?

Yours is to do nothing.

You're wrong.

Am I?

Careful, Drew.

Don't write yourself out of the book.

- You are crying? - It's the onions.

You're going to leave me.

I am?

Yes you are.

I don't understand, I thought we were going to be together forever.

So did I.

See, Drew, that's what happens with non-linear chicks:

you get shit for stuff you didn't even do yet.

Does this mean it's over.

Yes.

It's over.

I will return these to Tucker.

one for what could have been,

and one for what could be.

Where are we?

The Poconos.

I've been here before.

Yes you have.

With your parents, on your last family vacation before their divorce.

Yeah. So why the fuck am I here now?

To prove a point.

Nostalgia has no meaning in non-linear time.

Take her to the door.

Listen.

I can't believe you're making a scene in front of everyone!

I'm not the one making the scene!

Will you listen to me?

It's not about me listening to you!

It's about you listening to me!

How can I be here again?

You don't remember running away?

You don't remember where you went?

I blacked out.

This isn't about the kid!

I remember...

I remember a little girl running all over the line.

It was your first time, wasn't it?

You've traveled.

You can't travel.

- No traveling. -You're not strong enough.

Well, here you are.

Do something.

Give me the keys!

That trip to the dentist was your last appearance on the record.

After that, you simply disappeared from the database.

So you're going to kill me like you killed Tucker?

No, I'm not gonna kill you.

I don't want to kill you.

I will, however transfer your Code to another life form.

What makes you think that will hold me?

Without a central nervous system, you won't get far.

Don't worry,

you're gonna live

for a very long time.

What was that?

Nothing.

You were more than friends, you and Isaac.

Are you jealous?

Yes.

Why fingers?

Tucks, you're out of coffee.

No, Ophelia, it's in a can on top of the ice box.

Time has five fingers:

one is the past,

two is the present,

three...

is the future...

The four is what could have been,

and five for what yet could be.

Tucker,

You ran out of coffee.

Back in a minute.

Travel is an act of will

often triggered by unconscious decisions.

An image, a memory,

a jolt , a desire

can set you free.

Tucker?

Tucker!

Do I know you?

I'm a writer too.

You wouldn't have seen anything I've written.

Cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Wow!

So what is it you want from me?

Do you like coins,Tucker?

Sure.

Do you notice anything?

Yeah.

The year is wrong. Did Isaac put you up to this?

No.

That's my name, but I didn't write that.

Not yet.

What are you suggesting? Are you a ghostwriter?

No.

- I wanted to help you. - Help me do what?

Stay alive.

Listen...

I don't have time for this

You have to go now.

Okay.

I'll just wait outside...

Violet...

Who told you about Violet?

You did.

But don't worry, I promised not to tell anyone.

I appreciate that.

So what's your name?

Drew.

Drew, I think you better get cleaned up.

- Hi, Isaac. - Hello.

You didn't tell me she knew me.

I know someone you could become.

Fascinating.

-Drew,you want scotch? - No thanks.

Milk?

No, just water. Thanks.

– I don’t do dairy. - Do what to dairy?

Is this meatloaf?

Yes.

- I don't eat meat. - Why? Are you Buddhist?

I'll give it a try.

Come on, Isaac, we better get to the airport.

Tucker, are you going to Nevada to write about the H- bomb?

The stranger sees all.

It will kill you, Tucker.

- I'll be at a safe distance. – There is no such thing.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You let her go,

you'll regret it.

I went through a lot of trouble to get her this gig,

And I have been paid in advance on the article.

Stories like this don't come along every day.

Isaac, have you seen my gloves?

Tux, you know it is a test,

that means they don't really know what it will do.

Well, danger makes you a good cop.

I've got a plane to catch.

You write about people like me -

ambivalent characters who believe in nothing, least of all themselves.

Until one day they find someone worth caring about.

It's you and me, Tucker.

Is there somewhere we can drop you?

No.

I got nowhere else to go.

Isaac was going to stay here and feed my cat.

- Maybe you could do it instead? - Thanks.

Tux!

I don't think that's a good idea.

You'll have to move on when I get back.

Are you ready, Isaac?

Of course...

See you later...

-...Drew. - Yeah.

That ticket you swiped were very expensive.

You're worth it.

Just listen to me.

Alright.

Mind if I take notes?

-You are a good storyteller. - Why, thank you.

Quite an ending.

Well, it's an ending.

Isn't it dangerous for you to be here?

Well, I feel fine so far.

I'm tired, but fine.

Drew?

She sleeps.

Perhaps hoping that when she wakes,

she'll discover she's been dreaming.

Who can blame her?

Who among us hasn't sought refuge from the harsh light of today?

Faded memories of yesterday

begin the daydreams of tomorrow?

I still don't like the ending.

Then change it.