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Exercise, huh?

I don't believe in it personally, but it works for you.

I look all right for my age.

Job hunting?

Yeah, I started looking at the one ads, and then I looked at the ads in the back,

the ones with those dating services and all that. It's total crap,

but the guys in those ads are hot.

The guys in those ads are there to attract other guys.

Yeah, well, a girl can look.

So this is two weeks clean and sober, right? How's it feel?

Um, horny.

I guess that's a sign your body's coming back to life.

Hear that, mate?

Hi, it's your favorite antichrist. Have I called it a bad time?

I have to take this.

It's OK.

Just wanted to say, hey, take it later.

You got a name for me?

Oh yeah, totally. Stuart Sanderson.

Somebody help me!

Somebody get out!

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collector.

Then recently he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

Front page above the fold.

Police identified the victim. Name's Wei Li, member of one of the Chinese triads.

I think it's pronounced Dai Wen Jai, but my Chinese is rusty.

What about the killer?

No idea yet. They think maybe he's from one

of the Vietnamese gangs, the Born to Kill.

They're making an APB from your photos.

Yeah.

One street punk kills another street punk.

How hard do you think they're gonna look?

Kid that got killed was only 16. They'll look.

Hey, oh, wait.

How's he doing?

Why don't you come over for dinner tonight and find out?

It's been two months since he's seen you.

Sorry, I have an errand. I gotta run. Can I take a rain check?

Anytime.

The company that speaks is always appreciated.

Stuart Sanderson?

My name's Morgan Pym.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I'm here about your deal.

Can I finish my drink? I don't think you understand me.

Your 10 years is almost up. You have 48 hours left.

Well, then maybe I'll have another.

To perdition.

Mr. Sanderson, I'm not here to collect.

I'm here to help you find a way out.

What, you mean I get to live out the rest of my life?

Yeah.

Pass.

What are you having? Listen, I don't know you,

but whatever life you've got is paradise compared to what's waiting for you in hell.

I want to show you something.

These are beautiful.

Is this why you made your deal?

To capture this?

No.

No, I took all these before I made my deal.

It was. Her name was Allison.

She was my wife. She worked for the Park Service, Forest Conservation.

She loved trees and animals.

She always wanted to move to the country, but I kept dragging my feet.

And one day, about 10 years ago, she stopped into a convenience store for milk.

Some guy came in and robbed the place and he killed her.

Wrong place, wrong time.

That shouldn't be a capital offence, should it?

You know, for a long time afterwards, I couldn't take any photographs at all.

I couldn't see the beauty in anything anymore.

Or I could see it, and it just, it didn't matter.

How could it?

When something like that could happen, right?

So yeah, I made a deal.

I traded my soul so I could be in the right place at the right time.

So I could take the pictures that would wake people up.

Jolt them into doing something about what was happening to our society.

So I figured this was the way it could make a difference.

Did it work?

These are the pictures I've been taking since I made my deal.

Drive-by shooting. Guys who did it were never found.

Bank robbery.

They got away with over a million.

Arson.

Guy's whole family died.

And so on, and so on. And you know what?

Every time, I was right there.

We're standing in the perfect place. Look at the perfect picture.

Even the lighting was always right.

You know how much difference all this has made?

Hm? None.

No rebirth of law and order.

No brand new civilized society.

Ten years of photographing every kind of cruelty and unhappiness for nothing.

The devil twists people's words.

You must not have specified that your photographs

would change the world for the better.

No!

So it's my fault? Doesn't matter whose fault it was.

The point is that you can save yourself now if you seek redemption.

You can still have a life, a second chance.

Will it get me my wife back?

Then you're selling to the wrong guy.

You can either put that drink down and think about this now,

or you can spend an eternity thinking about it while you burn.

Call me if you change your mind.

Yeah.

Isn't it like amazing how great photos bring back great memories?

I especially like Sanderson's suicide bomber collection.

That always brings a lump to my throat.

You screwed him so badly, I don't see how there can be any balancing bad luck.

He hasn't had any good luck.

Now, now, Pumpkin, don't get all bitter just because you lost a round. In fact,

I left you a present just to show you there's no hard feelings.

What do you mean, a present?

Check your bedside table.

A masterpiece, if I do say so myself.

Good morning.

What's this?

Kid's Beach.

Yeah, I can see what it is. It's your favorite picture. Why are you giving it to me?

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

My name is Shen Ao, and this man killed our friend. I'd like to speak with him.

You guys are members of that Chinese gang, Dai Hun Jai?

It's pronounced Dai Hun Jai.

But we prefer to call it a youth club.

In any case, we've been unable to locate him,

and we'd like to get any other photos Mr. Sanderson may have of his face.

They might help us find him.

Please.

I like the politeness.

Nice touch, but no.

Fine.

Then you can discuss it with security.

Hey, hey, hey, look over.

Look over, right? You want him?

Here, take him.

No, no, wait.

Let them sort it out.

Are you crazy? They're gonna find the guy and they're gonna kill him.

What's your point?

After all this time, that's your solution?

Helping out the vigilantes, let the natives kill each other?

Is that gonna make up for what happened to Allison?

Here.

Take what you want.

Burn the rest.

Where are you going?

I'm quitting.

No, no, you're not going. I'm not letting you.

Not up to you, Jerry.

Screw that, Stuart.

I have put up with you since I started at this lousy rag,

and I'm not going to let you leave.

How can you walk away from all this?

You've been the eye on this city for almost a decade.

You said more in one shot than I could possibly say in three columns.

You know what?

We actually said anything, Jerry.

Nobody was listening.

Stuart, where did you get this?

I don't know. Somebody must have left it on my desk.

Stuart, who is this guy? Is he the one making you quit?

Nobody's making me do anything that I don't want to do.

Just leave it at that, Jer.

I just wanted to do some nature photography, like I used to do. And then this.

This happens right in front of my camera.

I didn't even want to take these pictures.

These last two days aren't going to give you any comfort.

Your only way out is to seek redemption.

I haven't saved the world in the last ten years.

How am I supposed to do it with the two days that I have left?

You don't have to save the world.

You just have to find out who suffered to balance

out the success you got from your deal.

My success?

You're gonna have to look for the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.

So you'll give it a try?

You really think I could do some good?

Yeah.

All right, all right.

Where do we start?

With the people in your photographs.

Me and Jason, my husband, we were taking our baby out in the stroller.

She's eight now.

And this car starts coming at us real fast.

I didn't think nothing of it.

But then I saw something sticking out the car window.

Then I heard a loud bang.

I looked for Jason, and he was lying there on the ground.

I never forgot you.

You were standing right behind us in the parking lot.

He tried to help, but there was nothing anybody could do.

Nobody got the license plate.

Just one of those things, I guess.

That's the way life is.

The robbery kind of ended my career with the bank.

I tried to tell them that the two guys just came out of nowhere.

The bank still blamed me.

I guess it's just as well my nerves were shot after the whole hostage thing anyway.

And it was hard to go outside for a while afterwards.

Everybody knew my face from storing the paper.

I'm sorry about that.

I only wish I'd had the guts like you did.

I mean, he just comes in to make a deposit,

and he starts taking pictures when the guys come in.

You do a public service with those photos of yours.

Show all those bleeding hearts how rough it is out here in the real world.

This didn't make much difference with the robbery, though.

They never caught the guys.

It was arson.

We'd just moved in temporarily while we built our own house. It was a mix-up,

really. You know, the place had been empty so long,

the rental agent forgot to tell the landlord he'd rented it out.

The landlord burned the building down for the insurance money.

Maybe he didn't know there was a family inside. I went to bed.

I had a wife and three kids.

I wake up on the lawn four hours later after the fireman dragged me out.

The family's gone.

I went unconscious from the smoke, I guess, while I was asleep.

You know, I wouldn't remember anything about that night if Mr.

Sanderson didn't happen to be driving by at the time.

All I know is what's in his pictures.

I've looked at this picture a million times thinking, how could this happen?

Why didn't I wake up?

I could have saved him.

I could have done something.

What did you do to the landlord?

He disappeared.

You know what kills me?

Is why.

I never hurt anybody. My wife and kids never hurt anybody.

Why do things like this always happen to people like us?

Thanks for seeing us.

What is it?

I couldn't believe it at first, but now it all makes sense.

Don't you get it? It wasn't about me being in the right place

at the right time when all those horrible things happened.

They happened because I was there. I cost them.

I cost them, Morgan.

No, no, no, no. All the people we talked to today,

they all said the same thing in different ways.

It came out of nowhere. I never saw it coming.

LeClaire should have woken up coughing,

but he slept right through the death of his whole family. You know why?

Because I wasn't there yet.

I didn't show up at his house until they were pulling him out of there.

And you know why?

Because that was the money shot.

Father, sole survivor.

You're making a lot of assumptions.

There are more photos.

More people to interview. You can't be sure of this. I am sure.

I said my deal with the devil hadn't changed anything.

What I was wrong.

All those people.

They would still be alive if it wasn't for me.

Just put me out of my misery.

Just take me.

Sir, listen to me.

We've still got 24 hours.

I still hope...

You know what?

I wish I never listened to you.

It's hard enough dying without knowing all the misery you caused to others.

Thanks for nothing.

Excuse me. I feel totally directionally challenged. Could you, like,

tell me how to get to the corner of straight and narrow?

Go away.

Ooh, touchy much?

Get over it, Morgan. It's just a game, even if you are stretching the rules.

What are you talking about?

Like, duh, you just refused your client's request to jumpstart his eternal reward.

I didn't turn him down. I talked him out of it.

You know, that is so like you. Just giving to your fluffy,

bunny feelings for your client.

Except that is so not the deal.

I gave you permission to offer them redemption, not force it on them.

Look on the bright side.

This way you get to see them squirm for another 24 hours.

Oh my God. That is like so true.

Hey, are you trying to trick me?

Get real, Morgan. You lost.

I know it.

Your soon-to-be ex-client knows it. Everybody pretty much knows it but you. So,

like, chill. Go swap some bodily fluids with Maya and enjoy life.

Bye!

The photo of Whaley's killers were worthless.

No one recognized his face.

We're starting to wonder if there's a reason for that.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe someone paid you to doctor the photo.

A little dark magic to protect the killer.

I'll show you the negatives if you want to see them.

I didn't do anything to those photographs. I want that guy caught as much as you do.

You know, the one thing I like about the Western

culture is the philosophy of an eye for an eye.

If I had a choice, I'd kill Wheelie's killer,

and everything would be back in balance.

But now?

Some other member of the Born to Kill will have to do.

No, no, no, no.

If you do that, you know they'll come back at you. This no longer concerns you, Mr.

Sanderson. If you want to live a long and happy life, forget we ever spoke.

Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?

I know you.

I saw you with that supermodel.

You're Morgan Pym.

Stuart had one of your cards.

You know where Stuart is? I'll have to find him.

That's his private stuff.

It's all right. I've been talking to him about private matters.

Yeah, like what?

If I told you it wouldn't be private anymore, would it?

Wait a minute.

Is this some kind of anonymity thing? Are you one of those AA guys?

Is that what this is all about?

Are all those people that you hang around with drunks?

I used to be a priest. I still talk to people about their souls.

If you care about Stuart Sanderson, you'll tell me where he is. Just tell me this.

Where does he go when he's upset?

This is where I proposed to my wife.

I was just sitting here thinking how that was the

one thing I'd done in my life that was good.

And I realized if I'd never met her, she'd have been someplace else that day.

One thing leads to another, you know?

She'd still be alive.

It's done.

All the death, all the destruction, it's over.

The only question now is, what are you gonna do about it?

You're wrong.

It's not over. It's just starting.

What are you talking about?

That Asian kid that got killed two days ago, he's a member of a Chinese gang.

And his buddies, they can't find the killer,

but they're using my picture as proof that a Vietnamese gang was behind it.

You see, if I'd never taken the picture, they'd have no idea.

Now they're gonna start a gang war. They'll kill each other,

and they'll kill bystanders, and it'll go on for years.

Show me the photos you're talking about.

Why? We still have a few hours left. If nothing else,

we can try and prevent more deaths.

What's the point?

I've already been over the photos. That Chinese gang has been over them.

Nobody recognizes the killer's face.

Face isn't what I'm interested in.

What is it exactly we're looking for?

I'll tell you when I see it.

Blow that up.

See?

Nothing.

Try the next one.

Try the third one.

Enlarge it there.

What's that?

Reflection in the mirror.

I think it's the killer's arm. What are those markings?

Could be a tattoo. Most, uh, most gang members have them.

Can you move in closer?

I can sharpen it.

Flip it.

What does it mean? It means no one's ever gonna find this killer,

no matter how long they look. How do you know that?

Because I can read Chinese.

Mr. Sanderson, I didn't expect to see you again.

What do you want?

This tattoo was on Caleb's arm.

That's impossible.

This is Chinese. It isn't the mark of the born to kill.

That's why no one recognizes him.

The killer is from out of town.

His intention was to start exactly the kind of trouble you're contemplating.

A gang war would only serve his interests.

You know, we could kill the both of you right now, and no one would ever know.

Why did you come here?

It was a matter of honor.

Well, I will speak with the born to kill. And if what you say is true,

we won't avenge Willie's death.

You thought that was my redemption.

It made sense.

We were preventing more violence.

I feel like I'm missing something.

Maybe you're missing the truth.

Which is?

That I deserve to go to hell.

No.

When you made your deal, you had good intentions.

Yeah, I hear the road to hell is paved with those.

You didn't cause all this death and unhappiness.

You didn't pull the trigger. You didn't hire the arsonist.

The devil did.

What's the difference?

All those people still died so I could get the shot.

There's no way I can bring them back to life.

We accomplished something in there.

That means something.

We just have to figure out what. If you quit now, your wife's death was for nothing.

Don't you get it yet?

My wife's death was always for nothing.

What's wrong?

Nothing you can fix.

Let me try.

She's beautiful. I'm guessing she's not your sister. I'm sorry.

I should have known a guy like you would have somebody,

and it wouldn't be somebody like me.

Maya, it's okay.

It's okay, at least I now know why you keep pushing me away.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Too late.

Hello?

Stuart, it's Morgan.

I've got it. I know what we missed.

I don't want to hear this anymore, all right? Just leave me alone.

No, wait.

Don't hang up. Just hear me out.

Devil chose a Vietnamese form to shoot Wei Li instead of a Chinese

one because he knew Shen Ao would be able to tell the difference.

Why would he do that?

To give them a new target, okay? To start more killing.

Yes, but your photograph did more than give them a target.

It proved to them that the Vietnamese gang wanted them dead.

It proved that they could never get along without killing each other.

It confirmed their worst fears.

And when we convinced them that they were wrong, that the photo was a lie,

we undid the damage. We stopped the war.

Yeah, but I still caused all that violence, all that death.

When we talked to those people yesterday,

all you heard them saying was how the violence came out of nowhere.

Now we know why they didn't see it coming.

But what you didn't hear was their hopelessness.

That's the way life is.

Your photos show people how rough it is out here in the real world.

Why do things like this always happen to people like us?

That's what your photos did.

They preserved those moments of pain and death

so expertly that they overwhelmed people.

Confirm their worst fears about the world.

The devil killed their families. That's the damage he did,

but you killed their hope.

Now you've got to give it back.

Lord, those pictures were published in the paper, right? Thousands,

hundreds of thousands of people saw them.

How am I supposed to make up for that? I'm not sure.

But we still have a little time left to figure it out.

Maybe the Star could publish your old photos from before your deal.

Show people that there's happiness and beauty in the world, too.

Whatever the answer is, I'm betting your redemption is in those pictures.

Call Jerry Slane.

Talk to her about it. I'll be there in five minutes,

and this time we'll get it right.

Mr. LeClair? It was you, wasn't it?

I just happened to be driving by, isn't that what you said?

Well, I got to thinking after you came to see me. I did a little research.

Well, it seems like you're always just driving by or walking

by or standing right there when something's gonna happen.

It's not what you think.

Oh, isn't it?

Well, what exactly do I think anyway?

Do I think you get tipped off before something bad happens

so you can get there and just get your shot?

Or do I think you're some kind of sick scumbag who

sets these things up yourself? Put the gun down.

It's still a clear.

Killing me is not going to make anything better than just put you away.

Why do I care about that? I got nothing to live for.

Everybody I loved died because you had to get your damn pictures.

I'm sorry.

You gotta believe me, I am so sorry. And I would make it up to you if I could.

Try!

Please!

Please!

Mr. LeClair, we have to go.

I got nowhere to go. I should have died like this a long time ago.

All right, man, we'll talk about it.

Outside, okay?

If all we have left is the past, there's no hope for either one of us.

I already got enough to answer for.

You and me, we both lost what mattered most.

There's more to this world than pain, Roy. There's beauty. There's goodness.

Hope.

Anyway, you can.

Roy.

Promise me you'll try, Roy.

Please?

Promise me you'll try.

The photographs are all gone.

Negative, do.

I guess that's it.

It means I was wrong about the photos.

You found your own redemption.

And you have to come back.

A place is dull without you.

And all the pictures are out of focus.

Maybe I will.

Someday.

There are a few things, though, that I have to do first.

Errands?

No.

No more errands.

I haven't seen you do work like this in a long time.

All the people I photographed, I need to see them again.

You know, talk to them.

Take some new pictures.

Might take a while, but I'll be back.

Gabe?

Whatcha doing, Tiger?

Come on, hon. We're gonna take a picture.