[Phone line clicks]
[Line ringing]
[Click]
- MAN: Yeah? - WOMAN: Hey.
MAN: Oh, ****, man. Are you okay?
WOMAN: Yeah. Are you?
MAN: Yeah. Found a room for the night.
- You good? - WOMAN: Yeah, but...
I don't have any of the money.
MAN: No, no, no. It's okay. I grabbed both bags.
WOMAN: Oh, ****. Sorry.
The cops were coming around the corner, and I...
- I couldn't find an exit. - MAN: It's okay, it's okay.
All right?
I'm just glad you're safe.
WOMAN: Okay. Okay. So what now?
Do we lay low at this place?
MAN: Yeah. I'll meet you at the diner at the edge of town.
And then away we go.
WOMAN: [t's just two weeks, yeah? 'Cause I can't leave my kid any longer.
MAN: It'll be two weeks, tops.
Okay? You'll be back with her before you know it.
It'll be good. Okay?
We can catch up on some, you know,
brother-sister rekindling time.
I owe you that much at least, right?
I'll see you in the morning.
[Line clicks]
[Wind intensifies]
[Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose's "Too Late to Turn Back Now" plays]
♪ My mama told me ♪
♪ She said, "Son, please beware I
♪ There's this thing called love I
♪ And it's everywhere ♪
SID: Hey.
♪ She can break your heart ♪
[Sighs]
- What? - Enjoying the music?
It's fine. Sit down.
Hey, clean yourself up.
You look like you slept in a ditch.
Look, we may not eat like this again, all right?
So please sit.
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
Ordered it special for you.
Thought you'd find it comforting.
Just like Cynthia used to make.
For me or for you?
Learn to like ******* onions.
♪ I found myself phoning her ♪
Get the count?
♪ At least ten times a day ♪
And?
♪ It's so unusual for me ♪
I thought it was five.
I need your help carrying a bag, though.
It's still a couple miles away.
♪ I can't sleep at night ♪
What?
Well, five covered the expenses a little bit,
but seven...
Seven lets me dream.
Dreaming big now?
Yeah, bigger shop, bigger house.
Maybe a dog for Steph, I don't know.
She's got to be, what, ten by now?
Close. She's six.
But with craftsman skills like this,
she may as well be ten.
- Ten-year-old didn't make that. - She's six.
Okay. Six-year-old didn't make that.
She did.
Her 30-year-old teacher probably made that.
She did. She made it with her own hands.
Ah, no. I couldn't colour inside the lines when I was six,
much less make a bracelet.
Teacher totally ******* made that.
You couldn't do anything when you were six.
You can't even chew with your mouth closed now.
Exactly. Shut it.
You know what?
I'm gonna fashion you a bracelet right now.
[Siren wailing]
****.
[Birds chirping]
SID: What's the backup?
JOE: There is no backup.
SID: What about Detroit?
JOE: Not walking a hundred miles.
SID: Harder to track in the city.
JOE: Harder to run if we're caught.
Okay, so, what? It's just this house or bust?
The house is there. I checked.
What about the part we need?
Trust me. She's good for it.
- [Thunder crashes] - SID: She rack up a tab or something?
JOE: She was just being nice.
I said it was a donation to my cause.
If she said that we were going to Mars, would you believe her then?
If it happened to her, then yeah.
It's nice to have hope.
Got to love hope.
[Insects chirping, birds calling]
Hey.
You said that this was all abandoned.
What the hell is this?
People like to camp.
People like to camp here?
I don't control where people go.
[Sighs]
[Gunshot, bird squawks]
[Wings flapping]
[Indistinct conversation]
DRUNKARD #1: Where'd you learn to shoot?
DRUNKARD #2: That was practice. It wasn't loaded. Shut up.
DRUNKARD #1: It's not a muzzle loader, dipshit.
[Gunshot]
DRUNKARD #2: You ******* threw it wrong.
DRUNKARD #3: Aim at your foot. See if you'll hit that better.
DRUNKARD #1: Your mum did a ******* awful job teaching you how to shoot.
DRUNKARD #3: We ain't drinking fast enough for you to miss like this.
One Alabama, two Alabama. three Alabama, four Alabama.
Five.
I just don't think you're gonna ******* throw--
- SID: Hey! - [Gunshot]
You've got five seconds to get off my land.
Who the ****are you?
One! Two!
- Five! - [Gunshot]
You heard her. Five more until I stop missing.
- MAN: Go, go, go. - What about my stuff?
MAN: Leave it in the woods, man.
- One... - MAN: Go! Go!
Five!
******* idiots.
But they'll be back with people who know how to shoot.
Is this it?
Okay. Grab your shell.
[Ominous music plays]
[Tinkling]
[Music continues]
[Flies buzzing]
[Music stops]
Anything?
[Siren wailing in distance]
Maybe we can double back, find a place by the diner.
Joe?
[Siren fades]
[Muffled] Joe? Joe.
- Joe! - [Siren wailing]
We gotta go.
This is it.
[Tense music plays]
[Siren continues]
What's the other one?
1-9-3-2.
Spin clockwise, set to noon, then run up.
Okay.
[Siren continues]
[Music continues]
[Clock chiming]
[Doorknob rattling]
[Siren continues]
[Tyres screech]
[Siren chirps]
Hey. Come on.
[Music fades]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Police radio chatter]
[Thunder crashes]
[Breathing heavily]
Here.
Follow these instructions exactly,
then hang up.
SID: Okay.
[Doors closing upstairs]
MAN: [Muffled] Dining room good.
[Police radio chatter]
Foyer clear.
Hurry up. I hear them. They're on their way.
Yeah.
MAN: Clear.
[Indistinct conversation and footsteps]
[Door closes]
Bathroom clear.
"Sit peto tutum peregrinatione."
[Receiver hangs up]
[Thunderclap fades]
[Both breathing heavily]
[Wind blowing]
[Wind blowing continues]
[Gears clicking]
So is that it?
We just...
We're clear here and there?
Now we wait for time to pass in our present.
Then we head back, make sure we're clear.
So two weeks, then?
Two weeks and counting.
- Ahh! - [Laughs]
[Whirring]
[Mid-tempo pop music plays]
♪ Watching seconds fall like grains of sand I
♪ Clock ticking loudly ♪
♪ Echoes in my brain ♪
♪ Chasing dreams on this time-worn slide ♪
♪ Boredom's a memory ♪
♪ Excitement's the key ♪
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
[Pipes rumbling]
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
♪ Clock hands spinning like a carnival ride ♪
♪ Chasing dreams on this timeworn slide ♪
♪ Boredom's a memory ♪
♪ Excitement's the key ♪
♪ In this symphony of time we're wild and free ♪
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
[Gun cocks]
[Gunshot]
♪ Time keeps dancing ♪
[Retching]
♪ In this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a day-- ♪
[Wind blowing]
[Laughter]
[Insects chirping]
[Wind intensifies, stops]
JOE: Alright.
And last but not least, this thing.
450.
450 for this?
Yeah, 450.
It's Indian, so it's exotic.
And that is early 1900s, so it's an antique
Looks handmade, so it's one of a kind.
And what I'm gonna do from there is haggle
from five, maybe six.
Make them think they're getting a good deal.
Fo' fiddy, *****.
******* weird.
SID: Yeah, but that's even if they want it.
'Cause these days not a lot of bull hook enthusiasts
walk into the store, and it's very sad.
You got to be sick of drinking that well garbage.
- I prefer the bite. - Okay.
So you hate my concoctions.
[Laughs]
You don't have to do that, you know?
Do what?
You said on the phone that you owe me
this brother-sister rekindling time.
So why do you feel that?
I feel like I do.
And I know you feel like I do.
Since when?
I know you.
Alright, you don't say it, but I can feel it.
I was 24. I...
I needed the tough love.
[Siren chirps]
JOE: You needed a brother.
A brother who didn't leave you behind.
Okay, then where would I be?
Hmm?
Maybe I wouldn't have learned jack.
Maybe I would have fallen even deeper into more shit.
Maybe I'd be dead, and I wouldn't have Steph.
So, all in all, I think I came out ahead.
- That what you tell yourself? - That's how I feel, yeah.
- And now you're in debt. - That's not your problem.
No, it is.
I know you think that you...
...that you needed this thing more than me.
I think it's the other way around.
I ****ed up, Sid.
And I'm gonna do anything I can to make that better.
There's so much closure in the air tonight.
Yet you won't tell me a thing about this regular of yours
or why she has a magical safe house.
Yeah.
I mean, that's the trust
that keeps my customers coming back.
Which is something you know very little about
in your line of work.
Right, yeah, she trusts you enough to loan you her house,
but not enough to tell you how it works.
That's -- That's trust.
Do you ask how the plumbing works when you stay at a B&B?
Yeah, I do.
[Laughter]
There's navy shit around,
so I think the family must have served.
Maybe they studied quantum mechanics.
She didn't serve, I don't think.
Do you have any stories for me inside that big, fat head?
[Laughter]
She mostly lets me do the talking.
- Mm. - She knows a lot about you.
- And how ******* lame you are. - Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. - Cool.
I actually think she gave me the notebook just out of pity.
Yeah, I hate her.
[Laughter]
She sounds pretty lame.
Yeah, well, Dad was always,
"Mind your business unless it becomes your business,"
which I think has served me pretty well so far.
Oh, is that right?
I don't know. I think Dad said it.
Come on. You know the deal.
You remember Dad, I remember Mom,
and between us we've got a normal family.
Yeah.
You remember her playing?
No, not really.
I just remember disco on the stereo.
I don't remember what the song names were,
but I just remember how they go.
And there was this one that had this, like,
rolling electronic-violin thing and...
Ah, it went like...
[Humming tune]
[Stops humming]
It's just always in my head.
Sounds catchy.
Get me back to her, Joe.
[Wind blowing]
[Wood creaking softly]
[Ominous music plays]
[Wind intensifies, stops]
[Door closes]
Sid!
- [Door slams] - Sid!
Sid!
We have to go now.
SID: Shit! Where's the key?
There's got to be a key somewhere, right?
There never was a key.
- No. No! No! - No! Sid, stop!
- Wait! - Get off of me!
Sid!
I was just there! Wait!
Sid.
Sid!
[Door slams]
Here.
Just stay calm and follow me, okay?
SID: [Breathing heavily]
[Ominous music continues]
[Metal creaking]
- JOE: Hey. - Huh?
[Gasps]
JOE: "You are in the grip of the vice.
I'm the left side, another is the right.
Give in or join them.
Carve here to comply."
No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not doing this.
- Sid. Sid! - No. No!
[Running footsteps]
Sid!
[Panting]
[Wind blowing]
[Retches]
[Whimpering]
[Ominous music plays]
[Grunts]
Uh.
[Exhales sharply]
[Breathing heavily]
SID: [Sobbing]
[Sobbing continues]
[Screams]
They got her.
The watch was an heirloom.
It was the only thing on her worth anything of value.
This isn't her place.
Are we safe?
Bar's clean.
Everybody thinks I'm in Gulf Shores.
Sid...
I'm in Nevada as far as they're concerned.
- Are we sure? - Are you sure?
Look, whoever it is, we have to assume
they know what we have.
And we're in no position to negotiate.
At this point, Joe, I don't care.
[Hammering]
[Thud]
[Grunts]
[Dial clicking]
[Door unlocks]
[Chain clinking]
Hello?
[Door locks]
- [Tree falls] - [Bird squawks]
[Dial clicking]
[Door unlocks]
[Door opens]
[Chain clinking]
You shouldn't be here.
Who are you?
Who have you told?
We haven't told anyone.
[Click]
Who is "we"?
Me and my sister. Just us two.
Why are you here?
We're just laying low, that's all.
Are you hiding with money?
You want a cut? Is that it?
[Clicking]
I think you broke it.
[Clicking]
- You broke it. - What did I do?
I think you had to put it back in the thing
so that the future can hear us.
****are you talking about?
You have to put it back so that the future
on the right can hear us.
And then they somehow send it back to the past
so that they on the left can respond
and then leave it for us in the middle.
I think that's the vice grip. That's the cycle.
Okay, but why did it work for you automatically?
You didn't have to put it back in.
Yeah, I don't know what that is.
[Click]
Be careful. The cycle is delicate.
Then be direct. Do you want a cut or not?
No. We want to wipe you.
You want to what?
Time isn't kind to the displaced.
It's more humane being wiped
than vomiting blood along our border.
[Click]
We have our ways that can make it
painless and instantaneous.
[Click]
So then why haven't you wiped us yet?
If it's that easy, why aren't we dead?
You need us.
Right? For this... this vice grip to work.
You have to be two steps removed, right?
So let's get really specific here.
What do you need from us that you can't do yourselves?
[Breathes deeply]
Someone is coming. An unwelcome visitor.
We cannot track them. We cannot stop them.
And because we do not know them, we cannot wipe them.
All we know is they are using our doors
and leaving destruction in their wake.
Eliminate them before they reach the door
and dispose of their remains where you stand.
We can then safely release you and your earnings
at a time that is safe from harm and law.
How do we know you'll do that?
[Click]
You have our word.
And you don't know when they'll come?
No.
[Click]
Okay.
What else can we do, Sid?
There are no people, no planes, no cars.
There might as well be no roads.
And even if we wanted to dig, we can't,
because the ground is hard as a ******* rock.
****!
[Bottles clink]
This is the only option we got, Sid.
Talk to me, man. What's going on?
What are you thinking?
Sid.
You're gonna see her.
If you post off the porch facing northwest.
You should get pretty good 180 of this side of the land.
I can take northeast,
scout the other clearing over there.
Barricade the south side,
and between us we can clock any dot on the horizon.
What do you think?
Yeah. That works.
[Liquid pours]
Joe...
I really don't care about what you did back then 'cause
it was just me.
But I am not allowing my daughter
to grow up without me.
I'm not ******* doing that.
So if you and I are here, if we're stuck here,
we are way past being done.
Do you get me?
We'll divide shifts when I get back.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
[Tense music plays]
That's all we get?
[Grunts]
[Bellowing in distance]
[Music continues]
[Sombre music plays]
[Music continues]
[Door closes]
[Music fades]
[Wind blowing]
[Wind intensifies, stops]
[Mid-tempo pop music plays]
SID: [Exhales sharply]
♪ Watching the seconds fall like grains of sand I
♪ Clock ticking loudly ♪
♪ Echoes in my brain ♪
♪ Chasing dreams on this timeworn slide ♪
♪ Boredom's a memory ♪
♪ Excitement's the key ♪
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
♪ Clock hands spinning like a carnival ride ♪
♪ Chasing dreams on this timeworn slide ♪
MAN: Two fingers.
♪ Boredom's a memory ♪
♪ Excitement's the key ♪
♪ In this symphony of time we're wild and free ♪
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
[Indistinct Joe talking to tape recorder]
♪ Time keeps dancing in this endless trance ♪
♪ Lost in the rhythm of a daydream dance ♪
[Music stops]
That's fine as is.
Drink it.
You know, this used to have
a lot more pomp and circumstance.
[Groans softly]
Are you sure it's not Oswald?
'Cause I still think it's Oswald.
SID: Okay, so this is taking into consideration
the box of photos that I found in the mill's crawl space,
and it's helped me fill in a ton of gaps that I had before.
And?
And what I found is that it's not the original owners.
Oh.
Okay, great, so it's not somebody this time.
Mnh-mnh, no, so the history of this land,
whether it be the crops or the art or the buildings
that they physically moved here or what have you,
all of those things reflect very specific moments in time
up until the Korean War.
And then there's nothing.
There's no new photos,
no paperwork showing anybody that lived here past 1955.
None.
And the naval officer on the walls, well,
he died here around that time from a supposed
fall down the stairs, so that leads me to think
that the Vice Grip came here around that time,
and they took the place over with their tech, I guess,
and they made the place habitable by updating
the wiring and the heating and throwing
a ******* TV downstairs for pizzazz or whatever.
And then they used that dead time
and beyond to relocate people for whatever reason,
and then clean up after them as
if no one was ever here at all.
So when we snuck in, we tipped them off with the trace
that they didn't recognise, and that's how we got stuck.
Okay.
Doesn't really answer
the big looming question, though, does it?
No, but at this point, dude, I'm taking any wins I can get.
Of course, of course.
Because this is just another one of your outlandish
yet possible theories that you've come up with over
the "I don't know how long we've been here".
Okay. Can you ******* humour me for once, Joe?
I mean, it could have been any of the dozens of people
that you screwed over at your pawn shop.
Or it could have been any number of the *********
that I threw out of the bar that I used to own.
I think you're still drunk, SO you can just go back to bed
if you're not gonna listen.
What about the theory that it was us from another timeline?
Now, that one... That one I really liked
because it only makes sense to punish the stupidest
version of myself for getting stuck in a place like this.
Can you get the ****out, please?
JOE: My favourite theory, though.
My favourite one was that
it was our parents from a different timeline.
Now, that one, that one I really, really wanted
to come true.
So, why couldn't it be?
Because it's impossible. It's ******* impossible, Sid.
It's impossibly impossible,
and it's crazy to even
consider this possibly possible.
Okay, then, what's your big ******* guess, Joe?
Coincidental torture ****.
A power play by a couple of *********
who don't give a ****about what we did.
Just want to burn us with their magnifying glass
because they can.
There's no unwelcome visitor.
There's no going home.
There's just the tap, tap on the glass until we die
a slow and lonely death.
Is that what you really think?
What the ****is that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
****you.
Yeah. ****me, Joe!
You see this? This is your real theory.
You're trying to get a rise out of me,
so I spill whatever information I'm supposedly
- hiding from you. - SID: Yeah? Why not?
I've seen your ******* shrine.
You talk to that thing more than you talk to me.
You won't even let me see the goddamn tape.
You are ******* working with them.
You brought me here to ****me over for my share.
Why would I do any of that, huh?
Why?
Why would I try and screw you and Steph in the stupidest
******* long con while I stare at the wall
and wait for some magical ******* visitor
to come shoot us both in the back of the ******* head?
No, you know what? ****my original plan.
My plan is to stay at this boring **** farm
and ****over the only family I've got all over again!
****!
[Sobs]
I'm sorry.
[Sobbing]
MAN ON TV: One of the things that we've been teaching
our people here is meditative breathing.
So first off, whenever we realise that we are
in an excited state, we straighten up.
Very good. And then, we close our eyes,
and we breathe in on the count of five.
One, two, three...
Hey, you think we would have kept in touch
if we hadn't gotten these?
[Inaudible dialogue]
[Man talking indistinctly on television]
Never mind.
MAN ON TV: Three, two, one...
Operator, how do you feel?
MAN #2 ON TV: Feel calm, collected,
ready to make good decisions.
JOE: Is anyone listening?
I know you have to protect yourself.
I get it.
You don't want anybody finding you.
I just can't take it anymore.
This never ending ******* bullshit.
Just give me something.
Some guidance. Some comfort.
Anything.
Please.
We just want to go home.
[Clicks]
[Wind whistling]
JOE: Sid!
[Gasps]
[Gunshot]
[Gasps]
[Gunshot]
Sid!
Did you get him?
No. Where's your rifle?
At my post.
Okay, lock the doors. Draw them out.
I'll hold here just in case they get up into the door.
JOE: Hey.
We're getting you home.
[Thunder rumbling]
[Rain falling]
[Gunshot]
[Clicks]
[Wind whistling]
[Gunshot]
[Gun chamber opens, shells clatter]
[Clicks]
[Wood creaks]
[Gunshot]
SID: Where are you?
- [Scraping] - [Gasps]
[Screeching]
[Wind whistling]
Joseph!
[Feedback screeching]
[Up-tempo music playing]
[Music continues]
[Volume increases]
[Gun cocks]
[Gunshot]
[Music stops]
[Gunshot]
[Gasps, groans]
[Music playing]
♪ I am going out of my mind ♪
♪ Looking for a man to hold my body ♪
♪ I got you in my crosshairs ♪
[Screams]
[Groans]
[Panting]
♪ Don't you cry, darling, looking back in time ♪
♪ From dark to the sunshine ♪
- [Sid groans] - ♪ Let the shadow dance play I
♪ Come on now, baby, you know we'll be -- ♪
[Sid groans]
[Gasps]
[Winces]
****!
[Running water stops]
[Sighs]
[Grunts]
[Thud]
[Laughs]
[Grunts]
[Thud]
Oh, ******* move!
[Grunts]
[Thud]
[Latch clangs]
MAN ON TAPE: Why are you breaking the door?
They have my brother,
and I'm ******* done.
We're ******* out of here. So I'm breaking down that door
and I'm getting him whether you ****s like it or not.
[Door clangs]
[Dial clicking]
MAN ON TAPE: If you break the door,
you and your brother will die here.
[Groans]
[Screams]
Let us the ****out of here!
MAN ON TAPE: We can't risk the visitor's escape.
Why? What are they going to do?
MAN ON TAPE: We cannot say.
I think that's bullshit, and you know it.
MAN ON TAPE: Why would you think that?
Because I heard them playing that music.
I heard them playing that song, and...
My... My mom was playing that song.
MAN ON TAPE: That's not your mother, Sidney.
What?
MAN ON TAPE: The visitor, Sidney, it's not your mother.
[Grunts]
SID: How do you know that?
MAN ON TAPE: I told you, we can't say.
I know this isn't what you want to hear,
but revealing any more information
could be detrimental to not just us,
but to you and your brother's life, as well.
[Grunts]
[Groans]
Hello?
[Groans]
[Door clangs, lock clicks]
- MAN ON TAPE: Sidney. - [Groans]
I know you're angry, and I know this hasn't
been easy, but maybe we can...
Maybe we can meet you in the middle.
Tell us everything you know about the visitor so far.
And in return, we can tell you why
we know it's not your mother.
How does that sound?
You first.
MAN ON TAPE: All right, Sid.
We know that...
Hello?
What do you know? Tell me what you...
MAN ON TAPE: Are they with you?
No.
MAN ON TAPE: Are they dead?
[Click]
Yes.
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: Why are they not here?
[Click]
The weather is bad.
I'll have to trace back for the body
once the wind dies down.
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: We can't let you through
until we have confirmation of their remains.
[Click]
I'm hurt in the church.
I can't reach my...
[Groans]
I can't reach my sister.
If you can reach her to help me...
then we'll get you the body.
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: Copy. Stand by.
Your brother is alive in the church.
[Sighs]
Did he reach out to you?
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: Yes.
[Click]
Is it with him?
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: Yes.
[Click]
Stay close.
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: We have left word.
Hold position until directed.
[Click]
You use that thing to talk, right?
You got any tapes for small talk,
or is it all for just shit like this?
Seriously, why can't you talk?
Why are you here?
What do you want?
[Pen scratching]
[Page turns]
Who?
[Indistinct Joe talking inside]
[Birds screeching]
One Alabama.
Two Alabama.
Three Alabama.
Four Alabama.
Five.
[Gunshot, glass shatters]
[Footsteps running]
[Joe grunts]
[Gasping]
[Grunting]
[Groans]
Ah!
[Groans]
[Gunshot]
SID: God damn it!
****!
[Groans]
[Panting]
SID: Hey!
[Grunts]
[Music skipping on stereo]
[Joe groaning]
[Music playing]
[Grunting]
[Grunts]
[Grunting]
[Screams]
[Grunting]
[Grunts]
[Gasps]
Come on!
[Grunts]
****!
[Gasps] No!
[Grunting]
Show me your face!
[Groans]
[Grunting]
Ah!
Show me your face!
[Gasps]
Steph?
[Grunts]
No, no, no, no, no!
[Gunshot]
[Thuds]
Sid, Sid, it's okay.
It's okay.
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm so sorry.
Stay with me, alright? Stay with me.
[Sid gasps]
JOE: It's okay.
- [Gasps] - JOE: Stay with me.
Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.
[Coughs]
It's...
Shh, shh, shh.
Stay with me.
Just stay with me.
[Rumbling]
You're gonna be okay. Just stay with me.
It's okay.
[Music playing]
[Floor boards creaking]
[Footsteps approach]
JOE: It's gone.
MAN ON TAPE: Are you hurt?
Yes.
[Click]
MAN ON TAPE: We will send morphine.
Take it and go to the work shed.
Go inside and wait for our instruction.
[Click]
What about my sister?
[Click]
What about my sis--
[Wind whistling]
[Door clanging]
[Door closes]
[Rumbling]
[High-pitched ringing]
[Lighter clicks]
WOMAN: Turn around.
MAN: You can't look at us.
Turn around, please.
Can you hear us?
WOMAN: Verbal confirmation, please. Can you hear us?
Yes.
MAN: Okay, then.
Do you have any pertinent information about the visitor
that you can relay to us?
WOMAN: Any facial features?
***, voice, any details you can remember?
I don't know.
MAN: All right, uh, we are going to wipe you now.
What?
WOMAN: Look away. Please.
MAN: Unfortunately, you and your sister
failed to carry out the task as we asked.
And now our unwanted visitor is on the loose.
WOMAN: We're going back to you and your sister's
origin point to pull up the root.
Acting as if you never existed, it is not perfect,
it's not easy, but it is the best we've got.
Why are you doing this?
MAN: We did everything we could for you, everything.
And you still...
Why are you doing this?
MAN: Look. I get it.
You feel you are the centrepiece
to this whole ordeal.
You feel that you're special and that there's some
poetic reason why everything went the way that it did.
The truth is, is that none of this
has anything to do with you.
It's bigger than you.
You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And, uh, I'm sorry we put you in this position.
We thought you'd weed out the problem for us,
but we were mistaken.
Really, we, uh... We failed you.
I wish...
we had some more answers or closure, but...
We have people we need to answer to,
and they have people they need to answer to,
and so on and so on.
And the only things that matter to them
and to us are results.
And results are answers with consequences,
meaningful, tangible consequences.
That is all that matters.
And your results have left us with some dire consequences.
So we need to provide new results
to the people we answer to.
It's nothing personal.
It just is what it is.
MAN: For what it's worth,
we really did appreciate the shrine.
At least what we could see on our end.
Now, if you'll please relax.
This will all be over in a couple of minutes.
Wait.
Just wait.
Look, I can get her back.
I have to get her back.
She can't just die.
Maybe if I could just...
fix a few mistakes,
and then I could get her back.
And I could get you what you want.
I could get you results.
Okay? I could.
Believe me.
Things will be different.
Trust me.
You just have to give me another chance.
Please just give me one more chance.
MAN: We're assuming that you remember
the morning of well.
WOMAN: Can you walk?
MAN: Leave the bags, remove the redundancy,
slip in when you see your sister as quickly as you can.
WOMAN: Be sure to remove the redundancy,
or you and your sister will be wiped.
Understood?
Verbal confirmation, please.
Yes.
Sit peto tutum peregrinatione.
[Door opening]
[Airplane flying overhead]
[Drunkards speaking indistinctly]
DRUNKARD #1: Count of three.
One, two...
[Gunshot]
[Drunkards laugh]
[Twig snaps]
[Thuds]
[Thud]
[Water splashing]
[Splash]
[Whimsical music playing]
♪ In Michigan ♪
♪ And I wish and wish again ♪
♪ That I was back in the town where I was born ♪
♪ There's a farm in Michigan, and I'd like to fish again ♪
♪ In the river that flows beside the fields ♪
♪ Of waving corn I
♪ A lonesome soul am I ♪
♪ Be there
♪ A certain someone full of charm ♪
♪ That's I wish again
♪ That I was in Michigan
♪ Down on the farm ♪
♪ That's why I wish again ♪
♪ That I was in Michigan
♪ Down on the farm ♪
Cycle is set.
Do you feel bad about this one?
Who knows, maybe he'll be the first one
to break it, you know?
It's nice to hope.
Got to love hope.
[Music playing]
♪ My mama told me ♪
♪ She said, son, please beware ♪
♪ There's this thing called love I
♪ And it's everywhere I
♪ She told me, she can break your heart ♪
♪ And put you in misery ♪
Who are you?
♪ Since I met this little woman ♪
Hey. Who are you?
OLD MAN: I'm no one.
Where'd you get those bags, no one?
OLD MAN: Stole them.
And the man that had them?
OLD MAN: Long gone.
♪ At least ten times a day
♪ You know, that's so unusual for me ♪
♪ To carry on this way ♪
♪ I'll tell you, I can't sleep at night ♪
♪ For wanting to hold her tight ♪
Did you kill him?
OLD MAN: It was to make things right.
How's that going?
OLD MAN: Not well.
I tried.
I tried so many times.
But now...
...I'm tired.
So please...
you have to end this.
It's the only way.
Leave the money.
And run.
Run to Steph.
Before I kill you again.
And again.
End me.
Please.
Kill me.
[Gunshot]
[Body thuds, waitress screams]
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now, baby I
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
[Siren wailing]
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love ♪
♪ It's too late to turn back now ♪
♪ I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love... ♪