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Maya, it's me again.

Look, I know this must be confusing for you,

but I think we should talk about what happened with your sponsor.

I don't know if I can explain everything, but I'll try and tell you what I can.

Please just call me.

Are you Morgan Pym?

Thank God. Please, you've got to help me.

Who are you? What did you come for?

There's no time for that now.

I was told you tried to save people who sold their souls.

Who told you that?

Another collector, a woman named Sophia in Montreal.

Don't you keep any food in this house? Haven't eaten since 1995.

That was over ten hours ago. So you sold your soul?

Check your phone.

88 minutes left. 87 minutes, 59 seconds.

I don't understand. The clock starts at 48 hours. The devil hasn't told me about it.

My name is Maurice Jean Richard.

I beg you, please, do your research.

Find out what you can.

I'll be back.

Catching up on your whores?

That's the study of whores, right?

Just kidding.

You don't need to study horrors.

You've already got one.

But I guess she's kind of pissed off at you.

Why didn't you tell me about Jean Richard?

His time's almost up.

Don't wet yourself.

You've got lots of time.

Check your phone.

This is impossible.

He was here half an hour ago, and it's still at the same time.

It's not even counting down.

Yeah, he's been milking his last 48 hours like grandma's tit.

So he's stretching his time out somehow.

What'd he ask you for, immortality?

But you wouldn't give him immortality because the deals only last 10 years.

So you tricked him, but how?

You wouldn't believe how fast this getup brings in the college guys.

They'll sell their soul for a quick BJ buy on the rat house.

The only Jean Richard I can find is a Daniel Jean Richard, born 1665.

He was among the first to create machinery to make watch parts.

Maurice's clothes were at least a century old.

He must have been a relative of Daniel's, a watchmaker.

So you gave him a special watch, a watch that stretches time.

You're getting hot.

Or maybe it's just me.

I talked to Einstein about this.

Maurice is like the astronaut who spends a year traveling near light

speed and returns to find that everyone he knows has died of old age.

Only a year passes for him, but a hundred years pass on Earth. Is that how it works?

I guess you'll have to ask your little runaway.

And how am I supposed to find him?

Turn around.

Is he gone?

She...

It.

Whatever. That was the devil, wasn't it? You saw that? You were here?

I never left. I just went into the chronosphere.

Chronosphere. It's the prison I enter when I desynchronize from your time.

When I'm there, I'm invisible to the rest of humanity.

You desynchronize, so the watch slows your time down. No, I can leave your time.

I can jump ahead by weeks, years, but no matter what, my time keeps ticking.

Relentlessly ticking.

I wanted to be able to live for eternity.

But the price of actually seeing eternity would be more than any man could bear.

So it is possible for you to stop time completely.

But you haven't done it, why?

Found my grandfather.

Grandfather?

That makes you, what, 300 years old?

291 years have passed for everyone else since I was born, but because of my deal,

I am 44. And my time grows short.

Please, can you help me save my soul?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? This breaks all the rules.

You say you talked to Sophia in Montreal.

Is that where you were when your watch hit the last 48 hours?

Oh, God, no.

My last two days started just over 52 years ago, by your count.

Since that time, I have been in 28 cities,

and every time I came out of the Chronosphere,

another collector would be waiting for me.

Well, it sounds like he warned every collector except me you were coming.

Because he thought you would help me. I want to help you.

But to save yourself, you have to make some kind of amends.

You have to make up for the bad luck that balanced your good luck.

Mr. Jean Richard, you only came to Vancouver to find me.

Even if there's someone still alive who was harmed by your deal,

there's no way to know if they live here.

And we don't have time to look anywhere else.

I made my deal in the local Switzerland at noon on May the 5th, 1759.

Please, if there is some connection between that time and place and this one,

please, for the sake of my soul, find it.

Perhaps this may be of some help.

So she won't come out, like, at all?

No.

I've been buying groceries, taking them to her apartment.

I don't think she'd eat if I didn't.

Well, what about her meetings, the whole 12-step thing?

She stopped those, too.

There was a problem. Her sponsor died of an overdose.

Died?

Oh, Jesus, Maya.

I can't believe she didn't tell me.

Well, she's not sure she should talk to you about it.

Why?

She thinks that Morgan had something to do with it.

What is it with that guy?

You think she's right?

What? No.

I've met him a few times. He's a good guy.

I don't understand why some people get so twisted up over him.

Like your sister?

Yeah.

So Maya said she invited you over tomorrow?

Yeah.

But she didn't say why. You tell her that we were seeing each other?

No, not yet. I mean, I will if you want me to. I just, she's got a lot going on.

No, you're right.

We should give it some time.

Beatrice Lotz. Hmm.

And what does she have to do with this Jean Richard guy?

Your guess is as good as mine, but the name was very important to him.

You mean when he was alive, 200 years ago.

You're not channeling this guy, are you? I don't work

for kooks. I'm a genealogist, not a psychic detective.

Mercedes, I know all of this was a long time ago,

but I have a feeling that whatever happened back

then could be having consequences in the present.

Life or death consequences.

For whom?

That's what I want you to find out.

Money's no object, if that makes a difference.

It does if you actually have money. Huh, people who say that usually don't.

How long do you think it'll take?

Hey, this didn't happen last week.

I'll call you.

So, Beatrice Lotz, what is your story?

Hi.

Thanks for coming over.

I've been worried about you. I heard about your sponsor.

From my brother? Yeah, yeah, he called.

I'm so sorry. I mean, does that happen a lot?

People in the program going back to doing drugs?

Yeah, but Gloria had ten years of being straight, and then all of a sudden it...

Anyway, I haven't been...

Sure, you know, whether to go back, you know, to the meetings.

I mean, if this could happen to her, what kind of shot do I have?

But there's some unfinished business.

I don't know if you know the fourth step of the program,

but you write out this stuff from the past.

Redemptions, fears, guilt, shame. I had a lot.

Then the fifth step is you read it to somebody you trust, usually your sponsor.

I feel like I need to do that, and I know I don't know you very well,

but you seem like, I don't know.

Not a blabbermouth.

Sure.

I'd be glad to.

Honored.

Yeah, well, you might not be after we're done.

I mean, you might not like me after.

Who says I like you now?

Did I mention that this notebook is just the resentments?

This is gonna take a while.

It's only been three weeks. When I have something, I'll call you.

Morgan Pym.

It's Wendy Ailes. I got something for you.

What have they found out?

How did you get here? Never mind. You know,

this investigation has taken five weeks, two days.

Time still passes for me in the Chronosphere.

All this waiting around has cost me 319 seconds. That's over five minutes.

Look, I need answers. Then let's go in.

Um, I'll wait out here.

It'll save several minutes.

You can't make your amends in the Chronosphere.

I know you don't have much time,

but at some point you're going to have to be here in this time to work with me.

Jean Richard?

So what are you, a relative?

Yes, yes.

So what do you have for us?

Well, I only have a couple of mentions on your Maurice fella.

He was a watchmaker in Le Locle, like the rest of the men in his family.

And sometime around 1760, he moved away.

Well, disappeared, really. Can't find any death record from anywhere in Switzerland.

What about Beatrice?

Beatrice.

Beatrice Lotz, yeah. What did you find?

I think I found a broken heart.

Beatrice Lotz died three years after your ancestor took a powder.

Three years?

And the church records say that she couldn't be buried in hallowed ground,

so it's pretty clear how she died.

She killed herself.

The devil put a portrait of Beatrice in my watch for me.

At the time, I thought he was doing me a favor.

You loved her.

I was older, but that wasn't unusual then.

She wanted to marry, and I would have, but...

I was always so obsessed with time.

Time running out.

But I didn't abandon her.

I provided for her. I left her a patent for an invention, a perpetual watch.

Self-winding, I mean, although it did give me the idea for my wish.

I don't understand. It should have made her rich.

She should have wanted for nothing.

Except you.

This was a fool's errand.

Beatrice is dead and long buried, and I cannot make amends.

Maybe I should give in, give myself over to the void.

What's that?

When I turn this stem counterclockwise, your time passes faster than mine.

The last notch but one is one million percent, meaning that for every hour I live,

a year passes outside the chronosphere.

In the first few years of my deal, I thought that a miracle.

I lived a year in Paris in 1803, two years in Berlin in the 1820s.

Finally, I realized it was no miracle at all.

Whether here or in the chronosphere, my time was still passing.

My ten years ticking away. So I thought there must be a way to stop time.

The devil promised.

So I finally turned it all the way. And the watch stopped. It stopped ticking.

And I found myself in the void.

There is no hunger there, or thirst. But the catch is,

it's no longer time that's being stretched.

It's you being stretched out over all the moments of your life, past and future.

I did it just once, for a few moments.

Seventy years had passed.

To me it felt like a thousand.

But if I can't make amends, perhaps it's better than the alternative.

Mr. Jean Richard, since you're so fond of numbers,

I'll tell you that I'm going to be 684 years old next April.

And unlike you, I've had to live through every single day of that time.

For a long time, I believed God was dead or never was.

And I spent my meaningless time punishing others who were worse off than myself.

Now, I've been given a chance to find meaning.

So I choose to see it.

I choose to see it in the fact that a cold-blooded

murderer like Sophia would tell you about me.

I choose to see it in the fact that you found

me when the devil could have prevented it.

And I choose to see it in the fact that no matter how little time you have,

you still have some time.

And that gives you a chance.

I'll wait.

Maurice!

Just throw your jackets anywhere.

I'm so glad you guys can make it.

Yeah, well, Ty's been bugging me to get out of the apartment.

You're starting to look like something out of a Kafka novel. Mr.

Freddo's gonna come in some morning and find you under the bed.

Gabe, no computer. We have company.

So, I hear you know all her secrets now.

Maybe.

Well, did she tell you about the time she turned the playpen

over on me when she was supposed to be babysitting?

You definitely owe me an amends for that one.

Sorry, it's step nine.

Not there yet.

So you're going to keep going?

Went to a meeting today, first time back.

The topic was miracles, so I talked about going

into remission from AIDS a couple years ago.

All I could think about And then I started to think

about Morgan and what he had to do with it, and...

Anyway, I think I should have just stayed under the bed.

Hey, do you guys mind going out?

Truth is, I'm a lousy cook,

and I don't like to poison my guests until I get to know the matter. Sure.

Okay, kid, time for the human interaction thing.

Momocon.

Peek-a-boo.

What do you want?

You really think Jean-Richard's coming back?

I mean, that speech about meaning was really heartwarming and everything,

but he has a better chance of spreading wings than

he does of saving himself in his last 68 minutes.

He'll come back.

And who exactly are you holding out hope for?

Him or you?

You think if he can redeem himself two centuries later,

maybe there's hope for you at seven?

I think we have to try.

You old sparts end up living your lives in the past.

Boo-hoo, everybody I loved is dead.

Just some painting in a watch.

Or a picture in a drawer.

And someday the painting fades, or the picture gets sewn away.

And then you're really dead, because there's nobody left who remembers you.

That'll never happen to you.

You'll never die, Morgan, because I'll always remember you.

I saw your sign. What have you got?

It depends.

Do you know Abraham Louis Vallee?

Abraham, of course. He was my apprentice.

How do you know his name?

He's credited with inventing the perpetual watch.

But I...

I drew up the designs, and I left them for Beatrice. And Valet

ended up with them. The watch made him rich.

In fact, the company he started is still around,

only now it's a multi-billion dollar conglomerate with a subsidiary in Vancouver.

There's something else.

Something the woman at the genealogy shop found.

But she won't talk about it on the phone.

Well, then let's not waste any more time.

It's a 20-minute ride. It is not for me.

I only have to be in real time when I get on a bus or a plane. After that,

I can go back into the chronosphere.

As soon as I'm even a little out of synchronization,

people can walk right through me. But I'm still there.

Let's go.

What is this?

A family tree.

I can see that.

Maurice and Beatrice had a child?

A son.

What do you know about him?

Not much.

He got into trouble when he was older.

And he had a son, too. Just one. In fact, every descendant had just one son.

The odds against that are astronomical. Walter.

Walter Jean Richard Lutz.

They probably wouldn't let Beatrice give the kid

her dad's last name since they weren't married,

but she stuck it in there as a middle name. Ooh, I bet that caused a scandal.

You said she killed herself.

When Walter was two years old. Why?

How could she?

The local priest took all of Beatrice's personal

stuff when she died to keep for Walter.

But I guess he didn't pick it up.

I hope you meant it when you said money was no object,

because I think I just broke the bank.

You might as well just skip to the end.

Abraham Louis was here again today, pressing his case.

There have been times I was sorely tempted to wed him and give Walter a father.

But in my heart I know, I've always known that

there can be no other man for me but Maurice.

Oh, Maurice, may God forgive me. I have now determined that if you do not return,

then I will end this life.

Because I would not live it without my one, my only beloved.

We have to go.

Why?

Because according to this, the last of the Lotz line is here in Vancouver.

My God, Beatrice thought I left because I discovered the secret of her pregnancy.

And we'd love only twice in moments of weakness.

I swear I would have stayed if I had known. She left

you a gift, Maurice. A way to save your soul.

Don't waste it.

This is where my son, my descendant, is.

I'm afraid you're going to have to stay in real time as we go in.

There's no way they won't notice if you just appear.

Why not?

They keep track of visitors.

They believe me about losing your wallet.

The trouble was your clothes.

1896 was the last time I was out of the cross for you

long enough to buy clothes. Don't bring that up.

I talk to him in the usual way. He rips the phones out. Back up. Here you go.

You're Rudy Lutz?

You on your way to a costume party? He's here to try and help you.

Yeah.

Why? I'm a relative. Really?

Wow, that's cool. I could use some cigarettes and a million bucks and a gun.

This is not a joking matter, young man.

I've spent 32 minutes getting in here to see you.

Get the hell out of my face. I don't need help from anybody.

What are you in for, Rene?

You know what this means.

This means I killed 88 guys to get in here.

Actually, the H stands for the eighth letter in the alphabet.

H-H.

Heil Hitler.

The fact is, you didn't kill anybody.

The only reason you've got that tattoo on your neck

is because if you hadn't joined a gang in here, you'd already be dead.

I'll make my mark one day.

Why don't you make it by letting this man help you change your life?

Why don't you go die?

Get me out of here, Sambo.

Still 88 gas?

In your dreams, Marshmallow. 29 minutes left. I don't have time to help him.

And I can't explain to him without sending us both to hell.

Bad luck from your deal seems to have compounded like interest.

Your son was a troublemaker, but nine generations later,

Rudy is a neo-Nazi who's on his way to being a lifer.

Your chance to save yourself is here in the real world,

but you've got to be here to find it. No!

Gabe, I was thinking that you probably heard me talking about that woman who died.

Maya's friend, did you? I know it brings stuff up, like your mom.

I miss her, too. But...

You have still got a lot of people who love you.

Well, there's me, and your Auntie Rachel, and your

Auntie Sarah, and her family, and Grandpa.

Uncle Bill.

And now there's even Maya and Ty.

Yes, the company has been owned by the Vallee family since the 18th century.

And Marie Vallee is running the company now.

For the last five years.

Can I see her?

She's hardly ever here. This is just a subsidiary. The main office is in Zurich.

When will she be here?

Well, I guess the next time will be at the annual

shareholders meeting in three months.

Can I make an appointment?

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Get off my bed.

It'd be pretty funny if Maya found you in here with me, wouldn't it?

At least the last girl was legal.

Get off.

So, that black chick that runs Remacron, What do you think?

Is she going to hand the place over to Rudy Lutz to say

sorry for stealing great-great-grandma's invention?

Jean Richard still has 28 minutes.

And waiting for Miss CEO to hit town is going to use up 13 of them.

Because he's too chicken to go past a million percent.

I give him a shot at real immortality, and he's all like, oh,

the void is so unbearable.

All he needs for redemption is a single moment.

Well, let's hope he knows the moment when it comes.

Maya.

Listen, I know it's been a long time since we've talked, but I've been...

I'd like to believe that some of the things I've been thinking about you,

that maybe there's some other explanations.

I'm glad you called.

Anyway, I'm in my apartment. Could you come down?

Five minutes?

I wasn't sure if I was going to see you again.

You went to RomaCon. I saw it on your computer. That's Abraham Louie's company.

Yes, Abraham Louie has a descendant, too.

And she's black.

Black. I think you're right, Maurice.

I don't think you can help Rudy Lutz directly,

but I think you can be a catalyst to bring Marie Vallee

and Rudy together. And then what?

I'm not sure.

The devil's obviously been influencing events over the decades.

It's no accident Rudy's a racist.

So the devil can see the future? Valet will be here in 92 days.

I set an appointment. That'll still leave you 15 minutes.

And what if you're not here? What?

The devil knows everything we're going to do. What if he moves you?

What if he sends you to hell so that you can't help me? He won't.

You can't know that. Maurice.

It's the air circulating in the room. Breezes become hurricanes in the chronosphere.

What have you done? I had to bring you with me.

I had to make sure you'd be there when the time came.

There's somebody I have to talk to.

Give me the watch!

Just wait!

It will only take a moment! In the void!

He's gone, all right?

It's been three months. But his stuff's still up there.

Fine. He's on a business trip. He's on vacation.

Why don't you take this opportunity to forget about him?

Look, I know you loved him.

I'm sorry.

Gonna send her an email?

You think she checks her own emails?

The CEO of the company?

I thought you were autistic, not retarded. Want a cigarette?

What do you say we blow this pop stand and have some fun?

You might want to think about it before you say no.

I mean, you're cute.

In a freaky sort of way.

But normal girls are gonna steer clear.

Believe me. Fine.

But you're not going to stay kids forever.

21 minutes.

21 minutes to noon.

Now you understand about the void.

Mr. Pimp?

I'm sorry, I can only talk for a moment. I'm waiting on a call from Zurich.

What can I help you with?

Miss Follet, how much do you know about the history of your family?

That's an odd question.

What's this about?

What do you know about the perpetual watch?

Do you know who invented it?

Yes, I do.

Abraham Louis Vallee.

No.

The watch was designed by a man named Maurice Jean Richard.

Who bequeaths it to the woman he loved, Beatrice Lotz.

And after she died, Abraham Louis Vallee stole the idea and claimed it as his own.

Where did you hear that story?

You know it.

You've heard it before.

I don't know who you are or what you want, but this conversation is over.

Miss Vallee, the Lotz family has suffered greatly over the last two centuries.

There's one surviving member of the family

here in the Vancouver Correctional Center.

A very troubled young man named Rudy Lotz who could use your help.

And why would I be interested in helping a complete stranger, a convict,

based on some 200-year-old story?

Because sometimes the past still affects the present.

That's why Jewish families are getting settlements from Swiss banks.

Morgan.

That's a German name, isn't it?

Miss Vallee, please, for the sake of decency, would you read this?

Yeah, well, I had to go back sometime.

I can't let my baby brother buy my groceries forever.

And I get free coffee when you're working.

There's this other waitress there, Jillian. She's got

this little girl, you know, and his husband, Hank.

He's not nice to her.

She cries all the time, and I'll look at her, and I'll think,

maybe it is just a dream, you know? Maybe there is no happily ever after.

Maybe I'm better off alone.

Is she back?

Yeah.

Look, Maya, that day you called, something came up.

I didn't have phones where you were.

No, forget it. It's for the best.

There's too much baggage. Let's just let it go.

Yeah.

Mr. Pym, Wendy Ailes.

I've been calling you for months. Ever hear a voicemail?

What can I do for you?

You can pay the bill, but I sent you for one thing.

I dug up some real dirt on that Lotz thing.

What dirt?

I don't think Beatrice killed herself.

Then what?

I think he killed her.

Abraham Louis Vallee killed Beatrice Lotz. The check's in the mail.

Where am I calling? How may I direct your call?

I need to talk to Marie Valente.

I'm sorry, she's not available right now.

It's Morgan Pinn. It's critical that I talk to her.

She's, uh... Actually, she's not here right now.

She left about ten minutes after you did.

Left?

To where?

I think she's going to go see that guy you were talking about at the prison.

Can you give me her cell number?

I already tried it for somebody else.

It's off.

Thanks.

John Richard?

John Richard?

You were already here? I stayed with her, the valet woman,

while she read the diary. What's going on? 31,536,000 seconds a year.

So many. And I have 125 left. Maurice, we have to talk to valet. Okay.

I just found out that Abraham Louis killed

Beatrice. For my designs. Valet knew that.

The family secret passed down all these years. That's why she agreed to see Rudy.

To make amends.

And I followed her.

I stayed just enough out of synchronization to remain invisible.

She told them the whole story.

She told him she'd always felt guilty, even though it happened so many years ago.

She told him she thought the losses had died out.

She thought it was a sign from God that two strangers had

uncovered the story and brought the two of them together.

Abraham Louie Vallee killed her, and I am his direct descendant.

I've always felt guilty about it, even though it was so long ago.

I thought the entire Lotz line had died out.

He stole my money. I have resources that I can help you with.

The first thing we need to do is get you some new legal representation.

Abraham literally killed Beatrice.

My love!

It seemed like justice.

Well, you know what they say. Justice delayed is justice denied.

And I think we've delayed your justice long enough.

Yeah, time's up. You can look down my shirt if you want.

It's the last glimpse of paradise you'll be getting for, like, infinity years. Oops.

Looks like we better start the countdown. Ten, nine,