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Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Yeah. Hello? No, I'm here. It's just the phone--

Yes.

No, I won't.

Five minutes. Got it.

Idiot.

Just for one fucking time you cannot fuck up everything.

Um...

...hey, Mom, it's me.

Um, I'm sorry I haven't called since we, uh...

found out, but I've just been so busy

with this new job.

I know it's no excuse, but, um...

I'm calling now, so that's a good thing.

Anyhow, I-- I've been working on something

that I hope can help us with the situation.

I can't say much about it yet,

but keep your fingers crossed for me.

For us.

Well, I gotta go now.

Um...

tell Sarah I love her more than anything.

I'll call back soon.

And, Mom...

I'm sorry I've been such a shit daughter lately.

Hi.

There was a protective casing,

but we had to get rid of it because it got damaged.

The package is extremely fragile.

You gotta be very careful with it.

Got it.

It is very important.

Okay. Got it.

Geez.

Idiot.

Yeah.

Um, hey, Mom. It's me.

I'm sorry I haven't called in a while.

It's just been so crazy.

It's no excuse though.

But I just wanted to make sure that you guys were okay.

Well, as okay as possible given the, um...

circumstances.

Listen, um...

I've been working on something

to get the money for the procedure.

So keep your fingers crossed for me.

But don't tell Sarah yet because it's not for sure.

But I just wanted to let you know.

Anyhow, um...

I gotta go now.

Tell Sarah I love her...

more than anything.

And I am sorry I've been MIA again.

I'll do better.

Yes, it's me.

Yes, at the spot.

Five minutes. Got it.

Will do.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Hello.

Um, at the spot.

Five minutes. Got it.

Goddammit!

Yes?

How's everything going?

Luis?

No, this is Frank.

Are you at the motel?

Yes. Um, Frank who?

You're not Isabella.

What?

No, this is me. I'm Isabella.

You have the box?

What?

Well?

Um...

Listen to me, you stupid cunt,

and listen to me very well.

I don't know who the fuck you are

or how you're doing this.

But I know one thing.

You are fucking dead.

What is wrong with you?

You're not supposed to call me on this number.

-Not tonight. -Who are we stealing from?

What?

Who are we fucking stealing from, Luis?

How fucking dare you talk to me like this?

It's Frank Trentino, isn't it?

You should just focus on your job.

The rest, you shouldn't worry about.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I think you're forgetting who you're talking to.

It doesn't fucking matter anymore.

We're all dead.

There's no need to panic.

Just stick with the plan and we will all be just fine.

I promise.

You won't do anything stupid, right?

Do you even know what we're stealing?

It doesn't matter, hun.

All that matters

is that you are getting a nice little paycheck for it.

I think it does matter.

What the fuck are you?

Now what?

We are live here at the building

of DynaCorp Technologies Incorporated downtown,

where there were reports of several gunmen wearing masks

entering the building with what seemed to be automatic

or semi-automatic machine guns,

and carried out an attack against employees.

It is suspected that

there are at least seven dead at the scene,

several others wounded.

At this point, we do not know

what the reason for the attack was,

or if it had anything to do

with terrorism or religious extremism.

We will give you more updates as the story develops.

Reporting live, I'm Amy Han--

Oh, no.

Wait.

Holy shit!

Fuck.

Coming.

Listen, man.

Just a scratch.

Pull yourself together.

Think.

Frank fucking knows.

He has to.

He knows things he shouldn't.

Ow.

He resets too?

He thinks that I'm making this loop happen.

Which means that he can't control it either.

Which means that...

he's stuck too.

Is that right?

Fuck!

Shit!

Uh, just a minute.

Sorry.

He should have definitely gotten here by now.

Oh, no.

Hi.

Yes, I need an ambulance.

48 medic one.

We have a priority one trauma, female patient,

early twenties, late teens, gunshot wound.

Entrance in the shoulder, clear exit wound on the back.

The scene shows evidence of severe blood loss,

but her vitals are stable.

Blood pressure 119 over 75.

O2 stats are 89.

She's being at this time.

ETA about six minutes.

I was at the hospital?

How is that even possible?

This doesn't make any sense.

Yeah?

Hello? My name is Dr. Galvan.

Has anything strange been happening to you lately?

What?

Have you been experiencing

some strange deja vu type phenomenon?

Uh, God, yes.

Everything resets like it's fucking Groundhog Day.

And how long have you been conscious of the loop?

I don't know, really.

It reset like five, six times, something like that.

I see.

That's a very good thing that you remember the loops.

That means that you'll be increasingly aware of them

the more they happen.

Okay, I guess.

I don't think you understand.

My data here shows me that the loop reset

for over a hundred times already.

Over a hundred times?

Yes, it's actually extremely fortunate

that you ever became conscious of the loop in the first place.

Without the proper training,

it's straight up miracle.

You could have just reset forever and not even know it.

Holy shit.

Holy shit is right.

You have the box right there with you, I presume.

Yes.

But how do you-- how do you know all this stuff?

Like I mentioned, my name is Dr. Galvan.

I built a device with another gentleman named Dr. Farkish.

I put a tracker in the box.

Oh, so I should be expecting

a knock at the door any moment now?

Not quite.

I don't understand.

We'll get back to that later, but first, tell me,

what activated the device?

Um, I dropped it.

Is the device still in the protective casing?

No, the case got damaged.

That is extremely unfortunate.

No wonder this glitch occurred.

The implications can be enormous.

Yes, I fucked up. There's nothing new there.

And on top of it, this crazy gangster

is stuck in the loop with me.

Oh my.

One consciousness against another.

We were afraid something like that could happen.

How can that be, anyway?

I could explain that to you,

but it would be irrelevant for our situation.

The number one thing we have to worry about right now

is to get you out of the loop.

Is that even possible?

Possible, yes.

Probable,

not sure.

But, before we get to that,

I need to know who you are.

Um, why?

Well, as eager as I am to help out

someone in dire need,

I'm not really ecstatic about helping out murderers.

I sound calm,

but the blood bath that happened in the lab

just a couple of hours ago still haunts me.

I barely escaped.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I--

I didn't know.

I'm happy to hear.

No, I'm just a stupid little nobody

who thought she could play with the big boys.

I'm just a mule. One of many.

I was only supposed to have the box for an hour or so.

Indeed.

You don't sound like a hardened criminal,

and I have no other option but to accept your answer

and hope that you really are who you say you are.

I am.

Well, in any case,

I can only help you on one condition.

Anything.

After you get out of the loop, you must destroy the device.

Destroy it?

But didn't you build it? It must have taken years.

Yes, I did, and it did.

And for a long time,

I've known it would have to be destroyed one day.

And now might be the opportune time to do it.

Why?

The device is designed to let the user choose

a desired outcome to a situation

by exploring as many possibilities as they like.

Yes?

No human being should have that kind of power.

But in the right hands it--

You know as well as I do

that a device like this is more likely to end up

in the wrong hands than the right ones.

You got it.

You mean you will destroy the device if I help you?

Yes, I promise.

Kind of hate it anyways.

Fantastic.

Then we can start your training right away.

Training?

Without training,

you won't be able to stop the loop.

You need to learn to consciously control it.

What do you mean "consciously?"

Even though it seems like the loop resets randomly,

you've been controlling it this whole time.

You've just been doing it subconsciously.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry. I'll walk you through it.

That is, if the FBI leaves me alone

for a damn minute.

They're all over the place.

Just try to remember the steps.

If the loop happens to reset on its own,

just wait for my call again.

By now, you must be familiar

with that sinking feeling when the reset happens.

We're going to learn how to recreate that sensation.

First, we're going to focus on your breathing.

Slower and slower.

Then you'll need to break it up.

And now, you count.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

seven, eight,

nine, ten.

And then, in reverse.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one.

Now, combine it.

One, ten,

two, nine,

three, eight,

four, seven,

five, six,

six, five,

seven, four,

eight, three,

nine, two,

ten, one.

Watch out for the box.

Go, go, go!

Yes!

It fucking worked!

I can't believe it.

Yes?

Hi, my name is Dr. Galvan.

Um, have you been experiencing any strange--

Yes, Dr. Galvan, we already spoke.

You were teaching me how to gain control

over the loop.

Uh, okay.

I trust there was a thorough conversation

before I decided to help you?

Yes, you made me promise to destroy the device

after I got out of the loop.

Excellent, okay, well, if I promised, I promised.

-How many sessions have we had? -One.

Okay. This may take a while.

It's all good. I have nothing else planned.

Great, let's continue.

Yeah?

Are we gonna play this game forever?

I don't know. I mean, at this point.

Listen, I'm pretty sure you're in this for the money,

so I'm ready to offer you something

in exchange for that box.

For your sake,

I hope that you will take the deal.

That's very generous of you.

So, how much do you want?

I'm not sure.

Well, you better think of a number fast

before I change my mind.

Well, unfortunately, things have changed.

What the fuck do you mean?

I'm afraid I can't let you have the device.

I don't think you realize who you're talking to.

No, I know who you are.

I know it well.

Sooner or later, I will get you.

You can bet on that.

Well, I mean, you can try.

I have an army, you arrogant little shit!

And I have time.

Missing the ones I love,

that's been the hardest.

Completely understandable.

This has been going on for a while for you.

And on top of that,

your sense of time is completely thrown off.

Yeah, it feels like forever...

but at least I'm getting better at resetting.

Now I can extend the loop up to three days.

I can also bring some items over from the other timelines.

Frank's been getting creative though.

Who is it?

Uh, motel management.

Is everything okay?

No, ma'am, there's an emergency.

We need to check the room immediately.

Police! Open up!

FBI! Open up.

He must have connections everywhere.

I see.

Hiding from him is getting pretty nerve-wracking,

I'm not gonna lie.

But I have to do what I can to keep him from the device.

And I appreciate that.

Hopefully, it won't be much longer

until you can safely stop the loop.

To be honest, I'm getting pretty tired.

This won't take too much longer, I promise.

Hello?

Claire?

Hi. Guess who?

No, no, I know we haven't spoken since high school.

No, yeah, I understand.

I'm busy too.

Hi, Brittany?

No, yeah, I can-- I can call back later.

Hey, Tina, it's me.

Rude.

Sometimes the loneliness is just too much to bear.

Why are you calling?

Um, I was just missing you.

Babe, what the hell? You have got to focus today.

I know, I am. I'm--

I'm just missing you. That's all.

We saw each other two hours ago.

Yeah, I know.

Can we just please talk about something else

for a few minutes?

You're scaring me.

The you-know-what is the most important thing right now.

We can't be talking about something else.

You always say that.

What?

If you could live anywhere in the world,

where would you want to live?

What the fuck, babe?

Please just answer the question.

I-- I don't know.

Maybe Hawaii or Bali.

We'll make it happen.

We'll get a nice big house somewhere

far away from here and--

and live there happily ever after.

And-- and Mom and Sarah can live there too.

What the hell is going on, babe?

Just having a rough day.

We can't fuck this up.

I know.

I know, believe me.

I don't know how much longer I can do this.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Please leave a message after the tone.

1008.

DynaCorp main office, can you please hold?

Could you please connect me to extension 1008?

I'm sorry, but I cannot transfer any calls at this time.

Listen, I know about the attack

in the research lab and all that,

but it would be extremely important

that I talk to Dr. Galvan.

I am his daughter

and he hasn't been answering his cell for some reason,

but I'm pretty sure he's in the main office

because he called me from there earlier.

So could you please just connect me,

so I can speak to my father?

The FBI would like to talk to you.

What?

Miss Galvan?

Yeah.

This is Agent Bennett. May I ask what your location is?

Why?

We've been trying to reach you.

I have to send some officers to talk to you.

About what?

I'm afraid that will best be discussed in person.

What the fuck is going on? Why can't I talk to my father?

I'm afraid that information is best relayed in person.

How dare you?

Excuse me?

How fucking dare you!

I know why you can't connect me.

How could you not protect him?

You're the fucking FBI.

You're all over the fucking place.

What good are you then?

Ma'am, I need you to calm--

No, I'm not gonna calm down.

You did this! You all did this.

An innocent man is dead because you can't do your job.

Ma'am, may I please get your location?

I will send somebody over right away.

Go fuck yourself.

You didn't think I would figure this out?

That he's been helping you?

You're a real piece of shit, Frank.

You wanna keep going

or you are ready to give up the box?

You can go fuck yourself too!

"What then is time?

If no one asks, I know,

but if I wish to explain it to him who asks,

I don't know."

says Saint Augustine.

That's me.

I don't even know what time is anymore

or anything for that matter.

I barely remember

what was before I was stuck in this damn motel room.

How long has this been going on?

A few weeks,

months,

a thousand years?

"Everything has returned," says Nietzsche.

Everything always returns.

Frank stopped sending his thugs to the motel.

I should be relieved but instead, this terrifies me.

I have no idea what he's planning,

but I have to be ready for anything.

Healthy body, healthy mind.

No.

The more time passes,

the more I don't wish anybody's company.

I barely leave the room...

mainly just for shooting practice

or a self-defense class.

Even then, I just feel like an imposter.

Like, I don't belong in the world.

I don't even leave for food anymore.

I just order takeout.

It's like nothing before this loop really happened

and nothing after will.

This is my whole world now.

This motel room.

Nothing else really exists.

"If there are times, past and future,

I desire to know where they are,"

says Saint Augustine.

Me too, man. Me too.

I've become a monk.

A time traveling, science learning,

shooting a gun practicing lonely monk.

A monk who doesn't know anything else.

I've become...

infinite.

-Hello? -Yes, hello.

This is Dr. Malinowsky.

You sent me an email earlier.

Yes, Dr. Malinowsky. Hi.

Um, thank you for getting back with me on such short notice.

I didn't think you would get back with me at all.

This isn't the first time I sent you an email.

Well, yes. I-- I see.

Uh, because of the-- the time loop situation.

Um, uh, let me tell you something.

This is easily the craziest thing I've ever heard.

I would be so tempted to think

that this is some kind of a elaborate, uh, prank,

but the accuracy of some of the information

you included in the messages

is just mind blowing.

Yes, it definitely has been a mind blowing experience.

I bet it has.

In the message, you are saying

that DynaCorp has been developing this technology

since the 1990s, right?

Yes, under a different company name, but yes.

Dr. Galvan and Dr. Farkish

joined the project about ten years ago.

I've been doing my own research

on the subject for about just as long.

But, uh, I never got nowhere near anything as impressive

of results as these two,

let alone being able to build a working prototype.

Yeah, well, that's what American government money

does for you.

You're not kidding.

It's fascinating how your government

has been secretly chasing technology

we first hear about in--

in science fiction movies and-- and books.

I-- I had no clue.

Yep, whatever idea they think they can exploit,

they wanna get their greedy hands on.

I guess that makes perfect sense.

Wow.

If Dr. Farkish and Dr. Galvan

saw some of my research

involving this ancient technology

of particle accelerators,

they-- they would probably laugh.

Yeah, well, I don't think you have to worry about that.

Yes, I-- I understand

that this Dr. Galvan, he sadly passed away.

And Dr. Farkish can't be found anywhere.

-That's correct. -Huh.

And he's the one that sold the box to the mafia, yes?

Yes, indeed.

It's never a good idea

to strike a deal with organized crime.

Am I right?

One thing I don't understand, though.

Yes?

What can I do for you?

Uh, why are you telling me all this?

Can the research be stopped, Dr. Malinowsky,

on time travel, time loops,

the butterfly effect and all that stuff?

I am afraid I don't follow.

Since you're one of the leading scientists in the field,

can you stop the whole thing?

I'm sorry, but, uh, do you mean to-- to stop science?

It's just too dangerous.

Well, I certainly understand where you're coming from,

but I'm afraid it's not possible.

Even if you were to convince me

to abandon my decades long career

and every other scientist

now working on things of similar nature,

you could only slow down the progress

of this type of technology

a decade or-- or maybe two, tops.

And honestly,

I don't feel like abandoning my decades long career.

But it can be used to do harm.

That's just the nature of things.

Ever since the dawn of time,

every invention had the possibility

to be used for war or-- or to enslave others.

And this doesn't bother you?

Not only bad things come from science and technology.

Our lives are so much more comfortable

than that of our ancestors.

Uh, not to mention safer.

Just think about the field of medicine,

if nothing else.

Would you give it all up?

And the advancements of civilization?

Is there any way that we can prevent

these important inventions

from falling into the wrong hands?

I don't-- I don't think so. I-- I think-- No.

The only thing we can do is just hope for the best.

That's a bullshit answer and you know it.

This is the only answer I have for you.

Well, I'm not giving up.

I'm gonna do my part, even if it's insignificant.

And I wish you the best.

You've changed.

What do you mean?

Like, you got smarter and more, like, confident.

And you're like a female Rambo now.

Well, it's like you're a completely different person.

Don't say that.

No, no, no. It's a great thing.

It's just the change is, like...

mind-blowing.

You still love me though, right?

Of course, I love you, silly.

I will always love you.

I love you, too.

Man, this is crazy.

I can't even imagine what it's been like for you.

This whole time loop thing.

Yeah. Not that great.

And you have to tell me all this every time you...

How do you say it? Reset?

Yeah. Every single time.

Man, that must be frustrating.

How many times have you had to tell me everything?

So many.

Gosh, this is insane.

I'm just-- um, I'm sorry,

but I still can't wrap my head around it.

Hey, you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

♪ Wasted all the days away ♪

Hello?

♪ When we were apart ♪

♪ Sweetly missing ♪

You okay?

♪ The space we made ♪

Yeah, I'm okay.

Everything will be fine, babe. Everything will be fine.

♪ There is a place I built ♪

Babe?

♪ To suffer the storm ♪

Babe?

♪ Beneath all of the shame and guilt ♪

Babe?

♪ Becoming unborn ♪

♪ The sky will crack ♪

♪ I'll sit on the moment ♪

♪ There's time to wait ♪

♪ But what if ok never comes? ♪

♪ Only the foolish ones ♪

♪ Fly to the sun ♪

♪ So let's stay in the dark and wait ♪

♪ But I am not done ♪

♪ And I got bored ♪

♪ I pondered the question ♪

♪ Enough ♪

♪ Jump in ♪

♪ You are not where ok comes from ♪

Have you ever heard the term

that somebody had a date with a drill bit?

It's a dumb little name for a torture method

I like to use every now and then.

Want me to tell you about it?

Okay, so the person who is being tortured

is usually tied to a chair

and a power drill is being used

to tear chunks out of their hair

if their hair is long enough.

But that's just the beginning.

Then the drill can be used on the elbows,

knees, hips, ribs,

even on the teeth, really.

There's no limit. Anywhere you like.

The method is unceremonious,

but it's cheap and fast.

And most of all, it works like a charm.

Sooner or later, everybody sings.

What do you want, Frank?

Did you know that Luis worked for me

for more than 20 years?

Truly, one of the best, hands down.

In my line of business, you can't trust anyone.

But him, I trusted him with my life.

He was loyal as a dog and he was smart.

Too smart to ever try to pull anything against me.

Well, until he did.

All great men have a weakness.

A weakness that causes a downfall.

Luis' downfall was his family.

He had this idiot son of his, you see,

who just couldn't stop gambling,

racking up debt left and right.

Luis could barely keep up with getting him outta trouble.

Why are you talking about Luis in the past tense?

I'll get to that soon enough.

So as I was saying, Luis's son was-- is a gambler.

And one day, manages to owe The Baron.

Out of all people.

Do you know who The Baron is?

No?

The Baron is somebody you don't want to be indebted to.

Anyway, this idiot son of Luis'

somehow accumulated a debt in the millions,

if not tens of millions before he finally told Luis.

What can Luis do?

He can't not pay The Baron, right?

And he loves his stupid son.

So he has to come up with something.

He can't come to me,

well, 'cause I wouldn't be too understanding, you see.

So he ends up striking the deal with The Baron.

He knew we were gearing up to move something big soon.

So we made a plan to steal the goods ...

but he, of course, couldn't use any of his people

because all of his people were my people as well.

So we needed someone unfamiliar,

not too smart and easily disposable.

That's you.

I'm talking about you.

You do know that he wasn't gonna let you walk

after you delivered the box, right?

What happened to Luis, Frank?

You know exactly what happened to Luis

if you're listening to my story.

Nobody fucks with me and walks.

Not even him.

I tortured him many times

thanks to this little time loop of yours.

You're a monster.

Yes. Yes, I am. You knew that.

Why don't we talk about you for a little bit?

It was very smart of you

not to let him learn anything real about you.

It wasn't easy to separate the bullshit you told him

from the facts.

The only four pieces of information

I found believable was that you like strawberries,

you grew up not too far from here,

and that you have a little sister

who suffers from a rare disease

and that's why you need the money so badly.

Nothing to say? I see.

Well, I did a little investigation,

if you are interested.

There are 15 hospitals or private clinics

in the area of about a two hour drive

from where we are.

At the 15 hospitals, there are 34 registered patients

that are suffering from a condition

that could be considered rare disease.

You see where I'm going with this?

Out of 34 people, 21 is older than you,

at least what I guess your age might be.

13 are younger. Some are small children.

Out of 13, seven are male.

So that leaves how many?

Oh, yeah. Six candidates.

Out of six, two don't have siblings.

One has a male sibling only

and one is an orphan with no known family members.

The two remaining girls have a female sibling

about your age range.

One of the girls has a genetic disorder

that causes partial paralysis in her body,

among some other symptoms.

The other girl has a rare blood disease.

Now how do we know which one is the right sister?

The genetic paralysis...

is not treatable.

God fucking dammit!

He's already been there.

He wouldn't be rubbing it in unless he was 100% sure.

He already knows everything about me, Mom and Sarah.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Mo-- Mom, it's me.

You need to get out of the house as soon as you get this.

Okay? Bad people are coming.

I fucked up. I'm sorry.

Fuck!

Fucking think!

What can I do?

Yes?

You win.

Smart girl.

There's a park a block from your mother's house.

Meet me there in 30 minutes.

And my family? They'll be safe?

They walk. You walk.

Like nothing ever happened.

Just bring the box.

Okay.

But just you and I will meet.

No thugs.

Sure.

Why are you calling?

You have to get to my mom's house right now.

I'll explain on the way. But you have to leave now.

-What the fuck? -Now! Please.

Okay. Okay. Fuck!

I'll call you back in a few.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Please leave a message after the tone.

I'm so sorry.

He shouldn't have made a move.

He was always overly protective.

And not too bright, it seems.

He had a big heart though.

I shouldn't have asked him to come.

Probably not.

Well, it's not like you were alone either.

Don't be stupid. I'm never alone.

So now what?

Fine.

But I'm--

I'm not doing well right now.

I'll tell you what,

I'll give you one hour to do whatever you need to do.

I'm feeling generous.

When this hour is up,

I'm gonna drive over to Dayton

and either we'll pay a visit to your loved ones

or collect the box.

The choice is yours.

Fine. I'll be there.

Okay. It's a deal then.

Oh, and one more thing.

No more resetting.

Okay.

Just in case.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hi, Mom. It's me.

Listen, I need you to get out of the house

as soon as you get this.

I don't have time to explain, but bad people might be coming.

I fucked up. I'm really sorry.

I guess this is it.

It's gonna be over soon.

Sorry, Dr. Galvan.

Can't stop science anyway.

This is the right decision.

Yeah, like that's very likely.

Why the fuck would he let us go?

We're just an unnecessary risk.

We could go to the FBI or whatever.

He could even change his mind years from now

and decide that he wants to kill us.

We'd be watching over our shoulders our entire life.

He himself said that nobody fucks with him and walks.

So why all of a sudden would he grow a heart?

I can't trust him.

I can't fucking trust him. This is a bad deal.

What the fuck can I do?

I go to him.

I have to kill him.

There's no other way.

But how do I get to him?

The only person that I know that knows him

is Luis and he's dead.

Although there was that one guy

that hit on me at the bar that one time.

He seemed to know Luis well, maybe he knows Frank too.

Fuck! What was his name?

Gotcha.

It's a long shot, but...

-Yeah. -Hi. Is this Trap?

No, this is not Trap's phone no more.

This is Bonus.

Do you know where he is?

Nah, he's doing his thing.

How do you know him?

He gave me his phone number a while back.

I was helping Luis with something.

-Luis who? -Lanzano.

Wait, Susie Q, is that you?

Yep. That's me, Susie Q.

Well, why the hell didn't you say so?

I-- I don't know.

-What do you need, baby girl? -I'm looking for Frank.

Do you know where I can find him?

Big man Frank?

Didn't you say he was working with Luis?

Yes, um, but Luis is working a big job right now.

That's actually what I need to talk to Frank about.

Man, I don't know shit, girl.

Frank and I, you know,

we don't exactly run in the same circles.

Okay, thanks.

I just thought Trap might know something.

Trap, that fucking loser?

He don't know shit, Susie Q. He don't know shit.

And no one else comes to mind either.

-Unless... -Yeah?

What a minute. What's in it for me?

Well, I can come by later and we can have some pizza.

That's what I'm talking about.

The only guy I can think of right now

who might be of any help is Twinky.

Twinky?

Yeah, girl. He's legit.

I'm gonna text you his number.

Okay. Thanks.

Just don't forget to show up for our date.

I will be very disappointed.

Okay. I'll text you later.

Okay, sugar.

Yeah. Hi, is this Twinky?

-Maybe. -I got your number from Bonus.

And who the fuck is this?

Um, Susie Q.

Yo! What up, girl?

I need to find someone who knows Frank Trentino.

I need to talk to him. It's, like, fucking urgent.

Big man Frank?

Nah, girl, I don't know anyone in Northtown.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm afraid.

Um, what if I come over later and we hang out?

That sounds fine.

Okay, but you need to help me first.

Think.

Uh, okay. Okay.

Uh, yeah. Yeah. I might know a guy.

I'll text you a number.

Damn. Susie Q must be hot.

Hi, is this Sig?

Is this Terrance?

Hi, Apples?

Um, Jimbo?

Hi.

Hi, I need to speak with Old Jack.

You can't just talk to him like that, girl.

He'll summon you if he wants to.

Nobody knows where he is at any given time.

He's always moving around.

He owns, like, a dozen businesses around town.

He could be at any one of them, so.

He's always guarded by those half a dozen big boys.

Not to mention all the employees at these places.

You might have a chance if you get with one of his top men.

I know this guy, Luis.

Okay, thank you.

I'm not sure, hun.

The only person I know who's high up with him is Tony Z.

But why would he want to help you?

Um, can I just please get the number anyway?

It's a matter of life and death.

I guess, since you asked so nicely.

Just don't tell him you got it from me

or I'll fucking kill you.

Fair enough.

This is Tony.

Yes, hi, I need to speak with Frank.

It's urgent and it has to be in person.

-Who is this? -Susie Q.

Who the fuck is Susie Q?

Um, never mind. But I have to talk to Frank.

Impossible.

Listen, it's about the big job tonight on one of the mules.

So?

I think Frank's getting fucked over.

You gotta talk to Luis, man.

You don't understand.

Luis is the last person that I can talk to.

You getting my gist?

I have to talk to Frank in person.

He's at the club.

The password is "tango insomnia" tonight.

Use the back entrance.

If you get fucked, it's your problem.

Okay, thanks.

Um, which club is that?

You're fucking with me.

No, I'm not. I just need a refresher.

Don't fucking call this number again.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Jazz.

Fucking jazz.

Blue 200.

-Bingo. -Excuse me?

Never mind.

Good thing I stashed these.

You only have one chance at this.

So don't fuck it up.

He doesn't know you're coming,

so you have the element of surprise.

He also won't be as heavily guarded tonight

because everybody will be on the job.

It might not mean shit now, but it's a chance.

Oh, no resetting at any point in time

or else you'll lose him

and we both know where he'll be heading.

You can do this. I have faith in you.

And I can still get there before the hour is up.

Password is "tango insomnia."

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry I haven't called in a while.

I wanna come home.

Oh, shit.

I gotta go to a hospital.