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(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

A-LIFE MODEL: It's time to wake up...

and get a life.

We live in a three-dimensional world.

Until now, the world of computing's

has been a flat world,

consisting of two-dimensional imagery.

Now, through the use

of exclusive breakthrough technology,

ARC has made it possible for you to get a life.

A-Life, where we can work and play

in a lifelike world of three-dimensional reality.

A-Life, the Living Monitor.

Impressed?

Yeah, I am.

Would you, uh, put one of those in a box for me?

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

Are you the lawyer? RITA: I'm Rita Dunne.

Obviously, no one from Nexim could be here today.

(SIGHS)

I'd invite you in, but... Good luck, Mr. Jennings.

I'll see you in two months. Yeah.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: Home sweet home.

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

(MONITOR BEEPING) (KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

What do you think?

This, uh, is the exact same technology?

Not the exact same technology, no.

Ultimately, I decided to reconceive some of it.

I... I never liked the way the monitor looked.

And then it occurred to me...

who needs it?

Gentlemen, I am the future of computing.

And I would like to present you

with Nexim's new Freedom Line of display technology.

New from Nexim. Freedom is in your future.

(EMPLOYEES LAUGH)

Launch this now. ARC is not going to last.

(LAUGHS)

Who said 100 percent market share was impossible?

Get me Marketing immediately.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

EMPLOYEE: This far exceeds our expectations.

RITA: Congratulations.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Well...

thank you.

You understand, Mr. Jennings, you've just done in two months

what we've been trying to do for three years.

Sometimes it's easier if you work backwards.

Cheers.

You won't remember me, will you?

No.

(WHISPERING) That's too bad.

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(EMPLOYEE LAUGHING)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

SHORTY: Marker reached.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING) (MONITOR BEEPING)

Okay.

We're now extracting

his memory from the marker forward to the present.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING) (MONITOR BEEPING)

(ZAPS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(ZAPS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Jesus, Rita.

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING) Jesus Christ!

This is dangerous enough.

If this man's brain temp goes one C

above 43, he's a veg.

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING) Come on, Mike.

(EXTREME HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS) (SIGHS)

Here we go.

(SIGHS) It's all clean.

(SIGHS)

(SWITCH CLICKING) (ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)

Mm... Good morning, sunshine.

Hey, how you doing, big guy?

Okay? JENNINGS: Yeah.

All right. Thank you. Take it easy.

Whoa! Slow, slow, slow.

There's no hurry, okay? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That's it. Good?

JENNINGS: Uh, yeah.

Good man. Hey, Mike, look at me.

Look at me. Right here. (GROANS SOFTLY)

What's the last date you remember?

October 19th. SHORTY: Uh-huh. Very good.

Mike, what's the last thing you remember?

Um...

The Red Sox made the playoffs.

SHORTY: Uh-huh.

Okay. Let's, uh, let's get the legal out of the way,

shall we? JENNINGS: Okay.

Mr. Michael Jennings,

under the terms

of your nondisclosure agreement,

you are considered never to have been an employee.

You also understand that all your work

is the intellectual property of Nexim...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, I never worked here. I never saw anybody.

I never was here. I got it. Is my paycheck ready?

Uh, all righty.

How you feeling, tiger? JENNINGS: (GROANS) Good.

Now, let's hear you. All right.

SHORTY: Ready? Yeah.

Go! (PILLAR BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

(PILLAR BEEPS) In order to zero

the full eight weeks, I had to heat your brain

to 42.5 C.

I'm fine.

I'm saying it's getting harder, Mike.

I said, I'm fine.

You're slowing down, actually. Come on.

I'd be a lot faster if you'd shut up.

Show me what you got, grasshopper.

(GRUNTS) That's it. That's more like it!

(GRUNTS) Yes! Go, go, go!

Go, go, go! Go! Go! (GRUNTS)

SHORTY: Yes! Faster!

Beautiful! (JENNINGS GRUNTS)

Yes! One more! One more, Mikey! (GROANS)

(LAUGHS)

Now, do you see how you did that?

How you focused? Yeah.

I focused on your face. Oh, now you know you love me.

Eh! SHORTY: Come on.

Don't be mean to the one who does everything for you.

Do you realize you've never once asked me

what I see when I erase your memory?

Basically, the last two months just never happened for you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) What's to know?

Twenty hours a day in a clean room

ripping off one guy's idea for a computer,

selling it to somebody else, you know?

What'd you do the last two months?

You know, the last thing I remember is driving in Spain

in the Aston Martin,

learning to dive in Belize with, uh... What's her name?

The seven stadiums in seven days trip. It's great.

I mean,

my memories are basically highlights.

It's good. It's a good life.

The stuff you erase, I... It doesn't matter.

(DELICATE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CHEERING)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CLICKS TONGUE, EXHALES DEEPLY)

What is it with guys like Rethrick?

He's gotta have everything, huh?

Well, say what you want about Jimmy,

he started Allcom in his garage.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't you leave me alone.

What? You'll be fine.

Talk. Mingle. I...

I don't wanna mingle.

JENNINGS: Hello.

I'm Michael.

I'm Rachel.

Rachel Porter. Is that Miss or Mrs?

Mm, that would be Dr. Porter.

Doctor.

Well, excuse me, doctor. (CHUCKLES)

It's all right.

What kind of, uh, a doctor are you?

I'm a biologist. JENNINGS: Really?

Uh... (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Do you work for Jimmy? Mm-hmm.

So it must be very top secret biology that you practice.

Oh, yes. Isn't everything?

Let's go.

Excuse me?

I mean... (INHALES) ...I'm happy to continue

blathering on, trying helplessly to charm you,

but I thought maybe, you know, cut to the chase and just, uh,

you know, go somewhere.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll tell you what, Michael.

I'm going to walk over there and talk to a friend of mine.

If you get the urge to have a real conversation...

you'll know where to find me.

Okay. Fair enough.

It was nice to meet you.

Giving up so easily?

You don't believe in second chances, now, do you?

In my experience, no, I don't.

Good night. Good night.

RETHRICK: Mike.

JENNINGS: Jimmy.

RETHRICK: How you doing? Good. How you doing?

RETHRICK: Good to see you. You too. You look good.

RETHRICK: Thanks for coming. Oh, thanks for having me.

Come back this way. Sure.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, Jimmy.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Uh, now you're talking. Thank you.

Wait a second.

Isaac, disable fire protection, please.

(BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Alarm disabled.

I don't think you'd look so good

covered in foam. Even in that spiffy suit.

JENNINGS: What's the pitch, Jimmy?

I've known you long enough to know

when you're trying to sell me something. What is it?

You know, there was a time we were in school...

we wanted to change the world.

I thought we said we wanted to save the world.

Well, that's semantics.

What's the job, Jimmy? Can't tell you.

Other than to say that it involves optics.

And you get stock options for this one, Mike.

Get a real piece of the company.

What if it doesn't work? I get a real piece of nothing.

I promise you, it won't fail. Mm-hmm.

How do you know that? This a real crystal ball?

(CHUCKLES) I wish.

The point is, I'll guarantee that you do eight figures.

Minimum.

What's the catch?

The job may require a little bit more time

than you're used to.

How much more time? Two years.

Maybe three.

You're kidding. Deadly serious.

Jimmy, that's impossible. You can't do it.

I mean, the longest anyone's ever done is eight weeks.

I know, 'cause it was me.

Assuming it were possible, would you do it?

Uh...

Give up three years of my life? Not give up, trade.

Three years in return for the rest of your life.

One big paycheck.

You're done.

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: A lot can happen in three years.

RETHRICK: You blink, it'll be over.

To you, it'll be two seconds, a heartbeat,

then snap... (FINGERS SNAPPING)

...you're rich beyond your wildest dreams.

One big paycheck.

You're done.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Jennings. John Wolfe. Welcome.

You understand that you won't be allowed

to leave the grounds.

You'll be assigned a residence right here on campus.

All your mail will be screened, no outside phone calls.

And anything you do receive will have to be inspected.

Okay. (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOLFE: I'm gonna need all your personal belongings.

Watch, wallet, anything else you're carrying.

I'm afraid nothing's allowed to be brought in.

All these items will be returned to you

when you pick up your paycheck.

Sorry. Those too.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Mike, hey, you made it. JENNINGS: Yeah.

RETHRICK: Good to see you. Good to see you too.

RETHRICK: Everything okay? Yep.

Sit down.

I assume Mr. Wolfe gave you all the fine print.

Yeah.

He, uh, also took the last pair of sunglasses

I've managed not to lose.

I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)

(GUN CHARGING) Whoa.

What's... What is this?

It's for your memory wipe.

RETHRICK: We inject you with an isotope,

migrates to your brain, lodges, serves as a marker.

Then when we're done, another injection erases

everything back to the marker.

No barbaric cooking of the brain.

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

All right.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT) Wow.

What have I gotten myself into? Let's go find out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (MACHINERY WHIRRING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Initiating Blue Script directory.

JENNINGS: Impressive.

RETHRICK: This used to be our smallest unit.

Now, it's our most profitable.

Excuse me, Mr. Rethrick, may I speak with you

for a moment? Have a look around.

I'll be right back. JENNINGS: Okay.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Cycle complete.

Begin transmission of data.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(BEEPS)

All right! I give up! I give up.

(EMPLOYEES LAUGH)

Don't give up.

JENNINGS: Dr. Porter.

I guess I'm lucky you didn't use thunder and lightning.

True.

(THUNDER RUMBLING) (RACHEL LAUGHS)

Okay. Well, I won't question your... your powers

in the future. (CHUCKLES)

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

I thought you said Marianne was on a plane today.

SECRETARY: She was planning to make the conference call

from the plane.

Look.

I should probably apologize for my behavior the other day.

I... I get like that sometimes

and I shouldn't. I'm sorry. Careful.

You are in danger of sounding like you want a second chance.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) (RACHEL CHUCKLES)

(DELICATE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Say something else.

Excuse me? JENNINGS: Say something nice.

Quick, otherwise I'll forget it.

(CHUCKLES)

Was that little breeze for our boy here?

Uh, well, I owed him one.

Now, we're even.

Well, be nice, 'cause Mike's moving into the neighborhood.

Oh.

See you around. Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You ready? JENNINGS: Yeah. Let's go.

RETHRICK: You can still back out.

No hard feelings.

No, I wanna stay.

Michael Jennings, meet the other half

of your team, Dr. William Dekker.

Nice to meet you. It's a pleasure.

Gentlemen. Let's have a look

at the next three years of your lives.

(MUSIC CRESCENDOS, CONCLUDES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (CLOCK TICKING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

What happened?

Michael.

You're done.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: How long was it, Jimmy?

RETHRICK: It's been three years, Mike.

JENNINGS: How'd I do? RETHRICK: You did good.

(JENNINGS SIGHS)

WOLFE: Your money's been transferred

to your account at Reddy Grant and Associates.

You've got an appointment there today at one o'clock.

RETHRICK: Just go home, do the paperwork.

When you feel up to it, give me a call.

We've got a lot of catching up to do, Mike.

Ninety-two million dollars.

(LAUGHS)

JANE: Everyone at Reddy Grant Associates

appreciates your business, sir.

Well, not as much as I appreciate my business,

I promise you.

(SIGHS) Okay.

Just sign there.

JENNINGS: All right. JANE: Great.

Your personal items. JENNINGS: Yes.

You only needed four stamps.

Oh, well, guess I could afford the extra 50 cents.

(CHUCKLES)

JENNINGS: Um,

I don't think this is my stuff.

JANE: It's not? (CHUCKLES) No.

I... I... I don't know what happened. Uh...

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

Um... It doesn't matter. Let's talk about my shares.

Um, what I'd like to do

is get some money

now... (LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

...and, you know, put the rest away

for long term you know, to live off.

So, how do we... how do we do that?

Mr. Jennings, you forfeited your shares.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

I beg your pardon? What?

Yeah, uh, here. Uh, dated, uh, four weeks ago.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

JANE: You surrendered the shares

and stated to deliver only the envelope of personals.

Don't you remember doing that, sir?

No. Uh...

I don't remember that, because I... I didn't do that.

Why would I do that? I wouldn't do that.

It doesn't make sense.

That's, uh... (CHUCKLES) This is a... (CLEARS THROAT)

...a mistake has been made, and it needs to be corrected.

Well, I agree. It's a strange thing you did.

But-- JENNINGS: It's not strange.

Strange is you know, a little out of the ordinary

but still plausible. Giving away 100 million dollars

in shares in a Fortune 500 company for some,

uh, knickknacks isn't strange, it's insane.

No one would do that. This doesn't make sense.

I mean, unless you think, uh, this is a 40 million dollar

can of hairspray, uh, which is pink.

And, uh, uh, you know... (OBJECTS CLATTERING)

What, this is a 100-million dollars book of matches,

I mean, you know...

I've been a little out of it for a couple years.

I don't know... Is this back in style now?

Is this... Are these 100-million-dollar sunglasses?

Am I missing something? (CHUCKLES)

JANE: Okay, I... I'll look into it,

but it... it's gonna take me some time.

This is crazy. So, I... I'm gonna make some phone calls.

JANE: Okay.

(KEYPAD DIALING) (LINE TRILLING)

EMPLOYEE: Mr. Rethrick's office.

Hi, it's Michael Jennings. Tell him it's important, please.

EMPLOYEE: Oh, I'm sorry, but he stepped away.

He won't be back until later this afternoon.

I can try him on his cellphone, if you'd like.

Just have him call me as soon as he gets in, okay?

EMPLOYEE: Okay. Thank you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING) (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS) (AGENT GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS, COUGHS)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

JENNINGS: Listen, guys,

a mistake has been made here.

All right? I'm not a traitor. I'm an engineer.

A reverse engineer, right?

We already know that you accepted payment

of classified government technology.

Mike, that's called treason.

In this country, people get fried for that one.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, you know what? In this country,

when the FBI harasses you, you also get an attorney.

Thanks very much. Not today, you don't.

JENNINGS: What the hell is this?

This is what happens when the attorney general

calls me and says that Michael Jennings' cooperation

is a matter of national security.

Look, first of all, that stuff isn't mine,

okay? A mistake-- (MOTOR WHIRRS)

What is...

Perfect fit. You were saying?

Well, let me show you a few pieces of the puzzle

that we're solving.

William Dekker, government physicist, weapons division.

Three years ago, his project gets shelved.

He didn't like that, so he sold his work.

Classified work.

Showed it to several major corporations.

We think Rethrick bought it.

Unfortunately, we can't link Rethrick

to the sale because Dekker died. Natural causes.

"Natural" being gravity after a 140-foot fall

out of his apartment building.

So, what does this have to do with me?

These are patent applications filed this month.

They show designs based on Dekker's work.

Look whose signature

is on every one of those documents.

KLEIN: Don't you get it? It's your name on those patents!

Rethrick can claim he knows nothing about Dekker

or where the design came from.

DODGE: So, what you need to do is tell us everything you did

for Rethrick, right now.

I can't.

You'd rather spend the rest of your life

in prison protecting your so-called friend?

Help us and we can work with you.

I can't. I can't!

He wiped my memory! I don't remember!

I'll tell you whatever I know. I was set up. I swear to God,

you have to believe me. I don't remember what I did

for the past three years! (SIGHS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: What? Wait a second!

Wait!

We figured Rethrick might have tried a wipe,

so we'll try an extraction. You're not gonna see anything.

You're wasting your time.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

We're getting something here.

(JENNINGS GRUNTING SOFTLY)

Come on! Come on! (JENNINGS GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Shit.

We got nothing.

Hold on a second. I need a smoke.

AGENT 1: Boss.

He won't mind.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

What the fuck! (GRUNTS)

DODGE: Smoke! Shit!

Goddamn it!

AGENT 1: I can't see anything!

AGENT 2: Secure the door!

(COUGHS, GROANS)

(GRUNTS) KLEIN: Where the hell is he?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) AGENT 1: He's loose!

AGENT 2: Don't worry, he can't go anywhere!

JENNINGS: Let go! (BODY THUDS)

AGENT 2: Cover the... cover the door!

(JENNINGS COUGHS) AGENT 3: Get the lights!

AGENT 1: I can't see!

KLEIN: Get low to the ground! Try to stay low to the ground!

(COUGHS) DODGE: Mitchell!

See anything?

Is that him? Is that him? DODGE: Klein, where'd you go?

(JENNINGS GRUNTS)

KLEIN: Al, shut the door! (JENNINGS GRUNTS)

AGENT 3: What's going on?

(GRUNTS) There's been a breach! (GROANS)

Good night, Mikey.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS) (GROANS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SCANNER BEEPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER SECURITY RADIO)

GUARD: Transit three, copy that. Now in main terminal.

DODGE: All right, watch it, coming through!

AGENT 1: Go! Go! Go!

AGENT 2: Coming through. AGENT 1: Move out of the way!

DODGE: See him? AGENT 2: I see him!

AGENT 1: Move it!

(JENNINGS GROANS)

AGENT 1: Out of the way, lady! There!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

Go, go!

Coming through! DODGE: Let's go!

Excuse me. (SCANNER BEEPS)

AGENT 1: Coming through!

Out of the way! Open those gates!

Watch it, man.

(HORNS BLARING)

Come on! Come on!

KLEIN: Where did he go? Where did he go?

I'll get men at every stop! He'll be long gone by then!

How the hell did he do that?

KID: (GROANS) I'm sorry. You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Sorry. Be careful.

Hey! Hey! (PASSENGERS GRUNT)

PASSENGER: Watch it! (GRUNTS)

Hey! Hey!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Jane. Relax. Everything's fine.

I know you talked to federal agents. It's okay.

It's, um, it's been worked out now.

I just need to find out who... who sent these items.

Will you help me out? JANE: Um...

They were sent three years ago.

No, no, no. Remember, there was a mix-up, see?

These weren't the ones that were sent three years ago.

Somebody else sent these.

I need to find out who that is and talk to them.

Oh, you're right. Replacements were sent

a few weeks ago. Who sent it?

Well, you did.

That's you right here. See? Twenty items.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

WOLFE: I'm gonna need all your personal belongings.

RETHRICK: Michael Jennings died at three minutes after three.

The government left with no case,

closed its investigation of Allcom.

So you see...

it's impossible that he escaped unless you changed something.

I didn't.

What were you doing, exactly? I was eating pie.

He left the attorney's office exactly when it predicted.

The Feds took him exactly when it predicted.

But he didn't die like it predicted!

Michael Jennings is not a super-agent.

He's an engineer.

Yet somehow he managed to escape from a double-locked room.

How? Was it fate?

No, fate was on our side.

That means someone who knew changed something.

And it wasn't me.

And if it wasn't you, then who the...

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

Has anyone checked the machine

since Michael walked out of here?

(MONITOR ZAPS)

Find him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SIGN BUZZING)

(JENNINGS SIGHS)

"If you only look

where you can't go, you will miss the riches below."

Yeah, I'm already missing my riches.

"17-44-4-26-37-40-22."

A combination? A code?

A password?

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

"New Liberty Savings."

New Liberty Savings Bank, please.

What does that mean?

You're saying the bank doesn't exist?

(EXHALES) That's comforting.

Who sent these items?

JANE: You did.

That's you right here. See? Twenty items.

DODGE: These are patent applications.

Look whose signature is on every one of those documents!

JENNINGS: A mistake has been made here.

I'm not a traitor!

(HORNS BLARING)

DODGE: Dekker died!

Rethrick can claim he knows nothing about Dekker

or where the design came from.

JENNINGS: You have to believe me!

I don't remember what I did for the past three years

RETHRICK: Michael.

Michael.

You're done.

(LINE TRILLING)

SHORTY: Hello? (SIGHS) Jesus, Shorty.

You don't know how good it is

to hear a familiar voice. (CHUCKLES)

SHORTY: Michael? Listen, man.

I'm in a... I'm in a jam and I need you.

SHORTY: All right. Um...

Meet me at Union Station at nine o'clock.

I'll be there. SHORTY: Okay, buddy.

(EXHALES)

ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Outbound local from Seattle to Kent,

departing from track five. (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Eastbound Spokane, gate 10.

PASSENGER: Jack? JACK: Yes?

PASSENGER: Could you give me a hand with this? Thanks.

(BIRD CHIRPS)

RACHEL: Michael, Michael.

(KEYS JINGLING)

SHORTY: Say one word about this hat

and I'm out of here.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, man! SHORTY: Oh!

Oh, my God.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I told you not to take that job, Mike.

Come on, let's get a table. Okay.

Injections?

JENNINGS: Yeah. Yeah.

You would have to do it that way, I guess.

But, of course, that's a chemical process.

So?

Well, you'd have some latent memories.

Maybe that's what I'm seeing.

Most likely. I mean, memories that made it through the wash

and then got stirred up when the Feds went in your head.

Why would I have these things?

Explain this.

I sent myself this junk instead of the money.

Oh, brother.

I don't know.

But that's not the question you should be asking yourself.

No? SHORTY: No.

The question that you should be asking yourself is,

why did you give up all that money?

That's the most bizarre part of this whole thing.

Ninety million dollars. (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)

SHORTY: Nobody changes that much in three years.

(LAUGHS) Okay, all right, buddy.

I wanna figure out what you built.

All right, let's work backwards.

They told me I was working on a design

by someone named Dekker.

SHORTY: Dekker? Yeah.

William Dekker?

I think so.

(CUTLERY CLATTERING) What I heard was,

he was working on something level five for the Feds

when they came in one day and shut him down.

What was it?

Well, the consensus was a laser.

Why was that? Well, because Dekker's drawings

called for a mirror and a lens.

The only thing that uses those is a laser

or some kind of satellite camera

to see things from far away... Here comes the first number,

17, followed by 44.

SHORTY: The lens required perfect optics.

ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Four.

SHORTY: Uh, the mirror... ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Twenty-six.

...so the capital outlay is huge.

ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Thirty-seven.

SHORTY: I mean, word was it was going to cost...

ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Forty. SHORTY: ...500 billion dollars.

ANNOUNCER OVER TV: And the bonus number is 22...

Now, who's gonna spend 500 billion dollars

just to see something? (CHUCKLES)

(SCOFFS)

What?

There's no way I get out of that extraction room

without the cigarettes and the glasses.

I would've never gotten

on that bus without the bus ticket.

If I didn't have the diamond ring,

I wouldn't have followed that kid to Reddy Grant.

Right. I gave up that money...

just to make sure

that I would pay attention to these items.

Why?

Because I know what you'd spend 500 billion dollars to see.

The future.

If you selected five of the numbers

and the bonus number, you're a second prize winner.

STEVENS: He used a virus.

The machine went down at 3:03 this afternoon.

3:03.

(SIGHS) Can you program around the virus?

No. It's not that kind of virus.

Come on, I'll show you.

It's not in the software.

It's in the hardware.

He put a circuit somewhere in here.

It's like a poison pill.

But you can find it, right?

Yeah, I can.

RETHRICK: Then do it.

Slight change of plans.

According to Mr. Stevens,

we don't need Michael Jennings anymore.

SHORTY: Look, if we know anything,

we know that time travel is not possible.

Einstein proved that, right? (CHUCKLES)

Time travel, yes.

But Einstein was very clear

that he believed time viewing theoretically

could be accomplished SHORTY: Mike, Mike, Mike.

Mike, come on.

Maybe we should just find Dekker

I can't talk to Dekker. SHORTY: Why not?

He had an accident. An accident?

Yeah, he, uh...

He fell out of his bedroom window.

Fell out of...

He fell out of his bedroom window!

Ah... (laughing) I see.

Sure. That could happen.

Oh...

Jesus. Wait a minute!

We've gotta get ourselves out of here!

Shorty, listen to me.

I think what happened was,

I used this thing, I saw my future.

(WHIMPERS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And I saw what I needed to change it.

But all I could get out of Allcom were these, uh,

you know, innocuous items.

Each item has to be used at a specific time and place

to accomplish whatever it was I needed to get done.

I mean, without the stuff in here, I'd already be dead.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, it's too bad that you don't know

what the rest of them are for.

What?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Gotcha!

Oh!

Hey!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Great seeing you again, Mike! (BREATHES HEAVILY)

Jesus! (GRUNTS)

Oh!

Here.

Those guys do not look like Feds.

Here. Listen to me. Take this.

This key will get you through that door. Close it behind you.

You understand? Go! Okay!

JENNINGS: Go! Go on!

Oh, oh, oh, shit!

Go! (SHORTY GROANS)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Jesus!

(JENNINGS GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Oh, God, I hope that was a good thing to do.

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(PANTS)

(AIR HISSING)

Shit.

(GUN COCKING)

(AGENT 1 SCREAMS)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS)

(JENNINGS GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

Go.

WOLFE: Where's your gun?

He's got it.

(GUNSHOT) (GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

So...

how are you, Mike?

You?

Why?

Don't remember?

You brought this on yourself, Mike.

(TRAIN WHEELS SQUEAKING)

So how does it feel knowing you're going to die?

(WOLFE SCREAMS) (GRUNTS, PANTS)

(PANTS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(LAUGHS)

(PANTS)

(TRAIN WHEELS SQUEAKING)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS)

Shit. (GROANS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

BROWN: So, you're saying he designed his own escape?

KLEIN: Mr. Attorney General, sir, we have no explanation.

DODGE: Because after looking at the evidence

the only logical, albeit hard to accept conclusion,

is that he was able to predict what was going to happen to him.

These are memories extracted from Jennings before he fled.

They don't seem to add up to anything.

Gladys.

(CELL PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)

That's all for today.

We knew Dekker was trying to design something,

but when he sold his plans, he wasn't even halfway done.

I don't understand.

Dekker was working at JPL on a laser enhanced lens.

He claimed the lens was powerful enough

to see around the curvature of the universe.

Dekker believed if you could see around a curve

that went on forever

you would end up back where you started,

looking at yourself.

Except you're not looking back at yourself now, in the present.

No, you are not. You're looking at the future.

Can you imagine what will happen

if Jennings figures out what he's done

and tries to profit from it?

Any... any nation in the world would give him a king's ransom.

Jennings won't do that.

I was this close to him. He never lied.

When he heard what he was accused of

he was hurt and scared. Fine. Once you bring him in,

I'll give him the Medal of Honor.

That's if Rethrick doesn't find him first.

You think he really saw the future?

(SCOFFS)

That would be something.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PANTS)

(PANTS) (POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(BABY WAILING IN DISTANCE) (EXHALES)

(WATER RUNNING)

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: Café Michel?

My name is Michael Jennings and, uh...

I can't remember, um, if I made a reservation there recently.

Would you check that out for me? Thanks.

I did?

Okay.

Right. How many is it for?

Oh, no, thank you. No, I'll be there.

Thank you.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

RACHEL: Hello, you two.

Did he feed you?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

RETHRICK: Rachel, it's Jimmy.

You all right?

Why?

You don't know?

No.

May I come in?

When was the last time you saw Michael?

Yesterday morning.

He was pulling an all-nighter at his lab.

Rachel, I'm sorry to have to be the one

to tell you this.

Michael left Allcom yesterday. Permanently.

What?

He finished his work.

We erased his memory and he... No.

He left. No. He promised me.

He said he wasn't gonna go through with it.

He made a lot of money on this one, Rachel.

He said he didn't care about the money.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

WOLFE: So she doesn't know anything.

RETHRICK: He wouldn't leave without her.

It's Michael. He'd be smart.

We're missing something.

(WATER RUNNING)

(INAUDIBLE) Oh, I love you.

RETHRICK: As soon as she leaves for work, get in there.

And make sure she can't go anywhere alone.

I wanna know what just happened.

(CHIRPING)

Bye, guys.

AGENT: Good morning, Dr. Porter. (DOOR CLOSING)

Going somewhere?

(SIGHS)

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'm gonna go up top. Take my bag.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You're gonna need this. Got it. Thanks.

Coming?

Uh, no, thanks. I... I'd rather watch from down here.

Suit yourself.

WOLFE: Look, we've been through the bathroom

and tossed the rest of the apartment too. Zero.

This is what I want you to do. Go back in the bathroom.

Okay, start turning left.

Tell me what you see.

The mirror.

We've got him. She's supposed

to meet him at Café Michel, 1:00 p.m.

Well, let's make sure she does.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

I'm here to meet someone. Michael Jennings.

Have a seat. Thanks.

Sit... sit at that table right there.

In the seat, with your back to the window.

MAYA: Michael, thank God you're all right.

I thought I was never gonna see you again.

Michael, it's me.

Rachel.

Look...

You can't remember me.

Uh... No.

I'm sorry.

Cops.

We can't go in.

I'll have to wait for a clear shot.

Maya, stall for time.

RETHRICK: Tell him you thought he would remember something.

That you two were engaged.

I guess I thought you'd remember something.

We've been together for three years.

I don't know what to say.

I'm really sorry.

I'm trying.

That's how he's doing this.

(SIGHS)

Listen to me very carefully, Maya.

This is what I want you to say.

Michael, I can see you still have the envelope.

That means it's working.

I know you switched the personal items.

I helped.

You left me a note on a mirror. You left me a note on a mirror.

I'm supposed to take something from you.

I'm supposed to take something. Something I can use

to get to Stevens. Something I can use to get to Stevens.

He's a man you worked with.

He's a man you worked with. He's trying to fix the machine.

He's trying to fix the machine.

Work backwards, Michael.

Yeah. Take the swipe card.

That's the swipe card for the campus.

You're supposed to give that to me.

Rachel wouldn't be hurt

if he hesitated, she'd be impatient.

Look, Michael, if you can't trust me right now,

then we are lost. For good.

Nice.

Okay.

MAYA: I'd better get back.

They'll get suspicious soon.

Wait here. I'll be back in half an hour.

And don't worry,

we end up together.

Michael...

I love you.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

What's my favorite baseball team? What?

What's my favorite baseball team?

Who cares?

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

That would be the Red Sox.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Yeah.

I think maybe we should go. Wait! (PANTS)

Now we can leave. Come on.

(GRUNTS) Come on.

Wait! Hold on.

You have a car? I might.

You might?

Look for a BMW!

RACHEL: You gotta be joking.

Shit! Shit!

Let me see that key. Why?

You're in the wrong section.

Jennings bought the BMW from South Gate Auto

on the Internet.

He had the key mailed to him four weeks ago.

What's the color of his car?

MITCHELL: It isn't a car.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

They just turned on Pine. Intercept them on Sixth.

How good am I on this thing? You're okay!

Look, I just said you're okay, okay?

Okay.

(CAR HORNS BLARING)

(GROANING)

Hang on!

(HORN BLARING)

(HORN BLARING)

Report of shots. Southgate, BMW. Got it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Stop! What?

I lost the envelope!

I'll come back and get you. RACHEL: See you!

(PANTS)

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Got it!

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Let's get out of here.

Take us down!

DODGE: (OVER SPEAKER) Mike, we can help you! We know what's going on!

Let us bring you in!

He's headed for the tunnel! Cut him off! Cut him off!

Duck!

Split!

KLEIN: You think Jennings foresaw that?

Maybe next time he'll see a nice quiet stakeout.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

It's okay.

It's all for you anyway.

And I, uh, I brought you some clothes.

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

I thought you might need them. I hope it's okay.

Thank you.

These are mine?

You don't remember?

No. (CHUCKLES)

You don't remember me, do you?

Well, uh...

RACHEL: These are for you.

(SIGHS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ (CHUCKLES) You're so sweet.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I just don't remember. I shouldn't have left.

(RACHEL SOBS)

WOLFE: So you're saying he sent himself

a different set of personal items.

Ones he'd selected after using the machine

and nothing our security would flag.

Everyday things,

combined with the power of foresight,

transform Michael from engineer to escape artist.

I don't know about you,

but I'd like to return the favor.

(INTENSE MUSIC CRESCENDOS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

RACHEL: Michael, are you okay?

JENNINGS: I'm all right.

Michael, I don't know what you saw in your machine,

but I remember a few weeks ago, you came back

from your lab and you were pale.

You asked me the strangest question.

What?

"If I knew it wouldn't work out for you and I,

before we were together, would I have done it?"

What did you say?

That I wouldn't trade our time for anything.

That's all we are, the sum of our experiences.

Besides...

some of the best things in life are total mistakes.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

What? JENNINGS: You know...

when I checked this envelope out of Reddy Grant,

they told me I signed in 20 items,

but there were only 19.

I don't understand.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCOFFS)

(GIRLS CHEERING IN DISTANCE)

What are these pictures of?

Michael, look at the rest of the pictures.

Look at the last one.

Oh, my God. It's the future.

The machine predicts a war

and we go to war to avert it.

It predicts a plague. We herd all the sick together,

create a plague.

Whatever future this predicts,

we make happen.

We give over control of our lives completely.

I did this.

Seeing the future will destroy us.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

JENNINGS: If you show someone their future,

they have no future.

You take away the mystery, you take away hope.

I have to go back. I have to destroy that machine.

It's impossible. The campus is huge.

There are hundreds of guards. Hey.

I would not have given up the three years we had together

unless I was absolutely sure I could get us 50 more.

Okay. So how do we get in?

We don't.

You said everything was happening for a reason

and that includes me being here.

So come on. Hey, Rachel.

(EXHALES)

STEVENS: Another day at the most.

I don't have many more places to look.

I guess you weren't as smart as you thought, Stevens.

Hey, Jennings wouldn't find it

any faster unless he knew where to look.

We've got the feeds from mass transit.

He could be anywhere by now.

Except he's not running away. He could've given himself a way

to disappear, but look what he gave himself instead.

His Allcom security pass.

He's going back.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's get a warrant to tap the phone

and data lines coming out of Allcom.

Put some bodies on that campus.

I want that machine!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Jennings and the girl were spotted.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA)

(SECURITY ALARM BEEPING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GUARD 1: Stay where you are. GUARD 2: Nobody gets through!

Sir!

PASSENGER: I didn't do anything!

GUARD 1: Settle down!

WOLFE: All the metal detectors

on level four just went off at the same time.

Ball bearings.

(BEEPS)

Just down the hall from the metal detectors.

Pull the guards off the Jennings lab.

Let him slip in, think he's fooled us.

Once he's fixed the machine, take him.

I built this.

This door shouldn't be open. There's something wrong.

They're expecting us.

Better close this door behind us.

Keep it shut.

He's in. Confirmed. He's in.

Great. Once we confirm he's at the machine,

let's go in after him.

I thought we were gonna wait for him to come out.

I can't wait!

Whether it's Jennings or the machine,

I don't care, as long as I get one of them. Let's go!

This will do.

Watch out. Whoa! Wait, wait. What are you doing?

RACHEL: Smashing the lock. Hold on a second.

You can't just smash the thing. They'll still be able to get in.

We gotta jam the outside reader.

(BEEPS) (GASPS)

(WHIRRING, CLUNKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hmm. JENNINGS: Let's go.

Let's take a look at the future before we destroy this thing.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

I bugged it.

I rigged it so Jimmy wouldn't use it against me.

Then you can fix it, right?

(EXHALES)

Now, where would I have planted that bug?

Maybe on one of the motherboards.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we... we won't be needing this, okay?

You're dangerous with that thing.

You must have given yourself something to help you find it.

I don't know... (EXHALES) ...what it would be.

The only things left are the bullet and, uh, this.

RACHEL: Crossword? JENNINGS: Yeah.

(BOTH BREATHE DEEPLY)

JENNINGS: Look at this.

Twelve down.

Maybe it's here.

Eight, nine, ten, 11, 12.

Let's take a look.

Maybe it's a circuit diagram.

I wouldn't have put it in the primary path.

Twelve down.

(MACHINE WHIRRING, BEEPING)

Take him.

Okay, corridor three, sublevel A, Jennings' lab.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, let's put this thing to good use one last time.

Let's get us out of here.

(WOMAN SCREAMS) (BABY CRYING)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

That's in the lab.

It's the catwalk.

(SIGHS)

Look, I've changed my future before, using this thing.

I can do it again.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

We don't have any more time.

We gotta destroy this before they get to it.

WOLFE: Reprogram the door to Jennings' lab, please.

Now.

He must've done something to the controller.

How are we gonna get out of here, Michael?

JENNINGS: I don't know.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

GUARD: Clear!

What are you doing? These tanks are liquid hydrogen.

They're used to cool the machine. They fire in order.

Number one just fired.

When it gets down to number six here,

that's all she wrote.

I'll see you when this goes off, Jimmy.

Come on!

(PANTS) You see? You judge too soon.

They went out through the vent.

AGENT: (OVER COMS) Spread out and find them. Through the vent!

(GUARDS YELLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JENNINGS PANTS)

(GUARD YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

GUARD 2: Position three, standing by. (SCREAMS, GROANS)

JENNINGS: Come on.

(GUARD YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

GUARD 3: Freeze!

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

JENNINGS: Look out.

(GRUNTS)

Seal off all exits to the lab.

(GUARDS CLAMORING)

(JENNINGS PANTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS, PANTS) (GUNSHOTS)

(MACHINE SPARKING) (BUTTONS CLACKING)

All right, Jennings...

let's see what you've been up to.

(HYDROGEN TANK HISSES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISPERING) Rachel, go for the door, okay?

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GUARDS YELLING)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GUARD 3 GROANS) (JENNINGS GROANS)

GUARD 4: Drop the gun.

Drop the gun. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BEEPS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUARDS SCREAMING)

(RACHEL GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(RACHEL GRUNTS) (GUARD 4 GROANS)

(GUARD 5 GROANS) (GUARD 6 GROANS)

Looks like Michael's got a date on the catwalks.

Let's make sure he makes it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPING)

(GUARDS SCREAM, GROAN) (WIND WHISTLING)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GROANS)

Let's go. No. We can't take the catwalk.

I know. We won't, I promise. Come on, let's go.

(JENNINGS BREATHES HEAVILY)

Michael!

JENNINGS: Rachel. What are you doing?

Go, go. I'll distract them.

Go, please. No!

Listen to me. This is my debt. I built this machine.

I have to pay for it. No! You come with me now!

You promised you'd change your fate!

Please, we don't have time.

If you love me, if you care about me, go.

Have a good life.

Remember me.

Damn you!

Jimmy! (THUNDER RUMBLING)

JENNINGS: You wanna kill me,

come do it yourself.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Here I am. You want me? Come get me.

Hi, Jimmy. RETHRICK: Hi, Mike.

Looks like this is it, huh? RETHRICK: Yeah, it is, Mike.

You only have yourself to blame.

That's a lie.

You can't change your fate, Mike. You're going to die today.

Maybe.

But you're not gonna kill me.

(GUN CLATTERING)

That's right, Mike.

I've seen the future.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(ZAPS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) (GROANS)

(CYLINDER SCRAPING)

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(GROANS)

(RETHRICK PANTS)

(MACHINE WHIRRING) (GROANS, BREATHES SHAKILY)

(GROANS)

Still think you can change your fate, Mike?

I am the future, Mike!

(JENNINGS GROANS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Rethrick has Jennings.

Retire him. What?

We have the machine.

We can't risk its creator falling into the wrong hands.

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Don't blame me.

You and Michael... It's okay.

...would've lived happily ever after,

no memory wipe.

He the one who saw something he didn't like.

He's the one who decided he wanted to stop the program.

(MACHINE WHIRRS, BEEPS)

(HYDROGEN TANKS HISS)

Look at it this way, you did change the future, Michael.

Before you interfered... (GASPS)

RETHRICK: ...you both would've lived

we would still be friends instead of ending up like this.

It wasn't meant to be.

Giving up so easy?

Don't you believe in second chances?

To tell you the truth,

I do.

(WRISTWATCH BEEPING)

Go, go, go.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES, STOPS)

(GROANS)

(JENNINGS GRUNTS) (RACHEL GRUNTS)

JENNINGS: Rachel!

(BOTH GRUNT)

(JENNINGS YELLS)

(PANTS)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTS)

Let's go.

COP 1: God, look.

COP 2: Hey, Rodriguez, gimme a hand.

BROWN: Any records? Any papers?

AGENT 1: Explosion destroyed everything.

Are we trying to salvage that or what?

I guess we don't get the machine, do we?

AGENT 2: Leave it! Leave it!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Any sign of Jennings?

Uh, no, um. I'm afraid he didn't make it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (TRANQUIL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

What was Shorty thinking, starting a nursery?

I mean, these plants are on life support. (CHUCKLES)

What do you mean? Really? He told me he had a green thumb.

(LAUGHS)

Gangrene is more like it.

Lucky for Shorty, I'm a biologist.

Well, lucky for both of us. Since I failed biology,

I'm no help to either one of you.

So you say.

(CLEARS THROAT) Too bad, though,

'cause, um... I'm looking for a partner

for a startup company. Really?

Mm-hmm. Doing what?

We're gonna save the world.

Ah.

I don't think I'm your guy.

But would you settle for someone who wants to help you change it?

Mm. Okay.

Good.

So, how does it end for us, Michael?

I mean, what's in our future?

You know, I don't know.

I kind of like it that way.

(CHUCKLES) JENNINGS: I do know one thing.

What's that?

I never wanna forget anything ever again.

Break it up, break it up. The birdman cometh.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Shorty. It's dinner. (LAUGHS)

You found them. Yes, I did.

Who does everything for everybody around here?

You do. You're right.

You are my hero. (CHUCKLES) SHORTY: Thank you very much.

You hear that? I'm a hero. Hi, birdies.

That's great. (LAUGHS)

Hi.

I think I remember. Are those our birds?

Yes, of course they are. We bought them together.

SHORTY: Oh, you remember the birds?

Well done. You could see into the future

and all you remember are... are Polly and Tweety over there.

Why not remember something

that would make us rich, huh, Mike?

Wait a second. SHORTY: What is it?

I think there was something else.

SHORTY: No, no, no.

The envelope's empty.

Don't worry about it. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hold on. (BIRDS CHIRPING)

I'm working backward here.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

"If you only look where you can't go,

you will miss the riches below."

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

I must've known you'd never get rid of these birds, right?

Of course not. They're family.

So I knew this would be here.

What only looks where it can't go?

A caged bird.

"You will miss the riches below."

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

The riches below.

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

SHORTY: What is that?

Well, that's, uh,

a 90-million-dollar lottery ticket. (LAUGHS)

Wait. (LAUGHS) Wait a minute.

JENNINGS: It's 90 million dollars.

Nice. (LAUGHS) Yes, I'm proud of it.

Wait a minute. No!

Wait. Hold on. What are you doing?

You know what?

I think now's probably a good time

to discuss my commission.

Yeah-- Thirty-three percent.

I... I thought it was five. No, 33 percent.

Thirty-three percent? Absolutely.

(SHOUTING) He deserves it.

It was found on... Come on!

It was found on my premises. You know what?

I'll get back to you. I'm going to cash this in.

(BIRDS CHIRPING) (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHIRPING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)