Room 0 (2024) Movie Script
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Yeah. Hello? No, I'm here.
It's just the phone...
Yes.
No, I won't.
Five minutes. Got it.
Idiot.
Just for one fucking time you
cannot fuck up everything.
Um.
Hey, Mom, it's me.
Um, I'm sorry I haven't
called since we, uh
found out, but I've
just been so busy
with this new job.
I know it's no
excuse, but, um...
I'm calling now, so
that's a good thing.
Anyhow, I... I've been
working on something
that I hope can help
us with the situation.
I can't say much about it yet,
but keep your fingers
crossed for me.
For us.
Well, I gotta go now.
Um.
Tell Sarah I love her
more than anything.
I'll call back soon.
And, Mom...
I'm sorry I've been such
a shit daughter lately.
Hi.
There was a protective casing,
but we had to get rid of
it because it got damaged.
The package is
extremely fragile.
You gotta be very
careful with it.
Got it.
It is very important.
Okay. Got it.
Geez.
Idiot.
Yeah.
Um, hey, Mom. It's me.
I'm sorry I haven't
called in a while.
It's just been so crazy.
It's no excuse though.
But I just wanted to make
sure that you guys were okay.
Well, as okay as
possible given the, um
circumstances.
Listen, um...
I've been working on something
to get the money
for the procedure.
So keep your fingers
crossed for me.
But don't tell Sarah yet
because it's not for sure.
But I just wanted
to let you know.
Anyhow, um...
I gotta go now.
Tell Sarah I love her
more than anything.
And I am sorry I've
been MIA again.
I'll do better.
Yes, it's me.
Yes, at the spot.
Five minutes. Got it.
Will do.
What the actual fuck
is going on here?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Hello.
Um, at the spot.
Five minutes. Got it.
Goddammit!
Yes?
How's everything going?
Luis?
No, this is Frank.
Are you at the motel?
Yes. Um, Frank who?
You're not Isabella.
What?
No, this is me. I'm Isabella.
You have the box?
What?
Well?
Um...
Listen to me, you stupid cunt,
and listen to me very well.
I don't know who
the fuck you are
or how you're doing this.
But I know one thing.
You are fucking dead.
What is wrong with you?
You're not supposed to
call me on this number.
- Not tonight.
- Who are we stealing from?
What?
Who are we fucking
stealing from, Luis?
How fucking dare you
talk to me like this?
It's Frank Trentino, isn't it?
You should just
focus on your job.
The rest, you
shouldn't worry about.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I think you're forgetting
who you're talking to.
It doesn't fucking
matter anymore.
We're all dead.
There's no need to panic.
Just stick with the plan and
we will all be just fine.
I promise.
You won't do anything
stupid, right?
Do you even know
what we're stealing?
It doesn't matter, hun.
All that matters
is that you are getting a
nice little paycheck for it.
I think it does matter.
What the fuck are you?
Now what?
We are live here at the building
of DynaCorp Technologies
Incorporated downtown,
where there were reports of
several gunmen wearing masks
entering the building with
what seemed to be automatic
or semi-automatic machine guns,
and carried out an
attack against employees.
It is suspected that
there are at least
seven dead at the scene,
several others wounded.
At this point, we do not know
what the reason
for the attack was,
or if it had anything to do
with terrorism or
religious extremism.
We will give you more updates
as the story develops.
Reporting live, I'm Amy Han...
Oh, no.
Wait.
Holy shit!
Fuck.
Coming.
Listen, man.
Just a scratch.
Pull yourself together.
Think.
Frank fucking knows.
He has to.
He knows things he shouldn't.
Ow.
He resets too?
He thinks that I'm
making this loop happen.
Which means that he
can't control it either.
Which means that
he's stuck too.
Is that right?
Fuck!
Shit!
Uh, just a minute.
Sorry.
He should have definitely
gotten here by now.
Oh, no.
Hi.
Yes, I need an ambulance.
48 medic one.
We have a priority one
trauma, female patient,
early twenties, late
teens, gunshot wound.
Entrance in the shoulder,
clear exit wound on the back.
The scene shows evidence
of severe blood loss,
but her vitals are stable.
Blood pressure 119 over 75.
O2 stats are 89.
She's being at this time.
ETA about six minutes.
I was at the hospital?
How is that even possible?
This doesn't make any sense.
Yeah?
Hello? My name is Dr. Galvan.
Has anything strange been
happening to you lately?
What?
Have you been experiencing
some strange deja
vu type phenomenon?
Uh, God, yes.
Everything resets like
it's fucking Groundhog Day.
And how long have you been
conscious of the loop?
I don't know, really.
It reset like five, six
times, something like that.
I see.
That's a very good thing
that you remember the loops.
That means that you'll be
increasingly aware of them
the more they happen.
Okay, I guess.
I don't think you understand.
My data here shows me
that the loop reset
for over a hundred
times already.
Over a hundred times?
Yes, it's actually
extremely fortunate
that you ever became conscious
of the loop in the first place.
Without the proper training,
it's straight up miracle.
You could have just reset
forever and not even know it.
Holy shit.
Holy shit is right.
You have the box right
there with you, I presume.
Yes.
But how do you... how do
you know all this stuff?
Like I mentioned, my
name is Dr. Galvan.
I built a device with another
gentleman named Dr. Farkish.
I put a tracker in the box.
Oh, so I should be expecting
a knock at the door
any moment now?
Not quite.
I don't understand.
We'll get back to that
later, but first, tell me,
what activated the device?
Um, I dropped it.
Is the device still in
the protective casing?
No, the case got damaged.
That is extremely unfortunate.
No wonder this glitch occurred.
The implications
can be enormous.
Yes, I fucked up. There's
nothing new there.
And on top of it,
this crazy gangster
is stuck in the loop with me.
Oh my.
One consciousness
against another.
We were afraid something
like that could happen.
How can that be, anyway?
I could explain that to you,
but it would be irrelevant
for our situation.
The number one thing we have
to worry about right now
is to get you out of the loop.
Is that even possible?
Possible, yes.
Probable,
not sure.
But, before we get to that,
I need to know who you are.
Um, why?
Well, as eager as
I am to help out
someone in dire need,
I'm not really ecstatic
about helping out murderers.
I sound calm,
but the blood bath that
happened in the lab
just a couple of hours
ago still haunts me.
I barely escaped.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I...
I didn't know.
I'm happy to hear.
No, I'm just a
stupid little nobody
who thought she could
play with the big boys.
I'm just a mule. One of many.
I was only supposed to have
the box for an hour or so.
Indeed.
You don't sound like
a hardened criminal,
and I have no other option
but to accept your answer
and hope that you really
are who you say you are.
I am.
Well, in any case,
I can only help you
on one condition.
Anything.
After you get out of the loop,
you must destroy the device.
Destroy it?
But didn't you build it?
It must have taken years.
Yes, I did, and it did.
And for a long time,
I've known it would have
to be destroyed one day.
And now might be the
opportune time to do it.
Why?
The device is designed
to let the user choose
a desired outcome to a situation
by exploring as many
possibilities as they like.
Yes?
No human being should
have that kind of power.
But in the right hands it...
You know as well as I do
that a device like this
is more likely to end up
in the wrong hands
than the right ones.
You got it.
You mean you will destroy
the device if I help you?
Yes, I promise.
Kind of hate it anyways.
Fantastic.
Then we can start your
training right away.
Training?
Without training,
you won't be able
to stop the loop.
You need to learn to
consciously control it.
What do you mean "consciously?"
Even though it seems like
the loop resets randomly,
you've been controlling
it this whole time.
You've just been doing
it subconsciously.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry. I'll
walk you through it.
That is, if the
FBI leaves me alone
for a damn minute.
They're all over the place.
Just try to remember the steps.
If the loop happens
to reset on its own,
just wait for my call again.
By now, you must be familiar
with that sinking feeling
when the reset happens.
We're going to learn how
to recreate that sensation.
First, we're going to
focus on your breathing.
Slower and slower.
Then you'll need to break it up.
And now, you count.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, ten.
And then, in reverse.
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six,
five, four,
three, two, one.
Now, combine it.
One, ten,
two, nine,
three, eight,
four, seven,
five, six,
six, five,
seven, four,
eight, three,
nine, two,
ten, one.
Watch out for the box.
Go, go, go!
Yes!
It fucking worked!
I can't believe it.
Yes?
Hi, my name is Dr. Galvan.
Um, have you been
experiencing any strange...
Yes, Dr. Galvan,
we already spoke.
You were teaching me
how to gain control
over the loop.
Uh, okay.
I trust there was a
thorough conversation
before I decided to help you?
Yes, you made me promise
to destroy the device
after I got out of the loop.
Excellent, okay, well, if
I promised, I promised.
- How many sessions have we had?
- One.
Okay. This may take a while.
It's all good. I have
nothing else planned.
Great, let's continue.
Yeah?
Are we gonna play
this game forever?
I don't know. I
mean, at this point.
Listen, I'm pretty sure
you're in this for the money,
so I'm ready to
offer you something
in exchange for that box.
For your sake,
I hope that you
will take the deal.
That's very generous of you.
So, how much do you want?
I'm not sure.
Well, you better
think of a number fast
before I change my mind.
Well, unfortunately,
things have changed.
What the fuck do you mean?
I'm afraid I can't let
you have the device.
I don't think you realize
who you're talking to.
No, I know who you are.
I know it well.
Sooner or later, I will get you.
You can bet on that.
Well, I mean, you can try.
I have an army, you
arrogant little shit!
And I have time.
Missing the ones I love,
that's been the hardest.
Completely understandable.
This has been going on
for a while for you.
And on top of that,
your sense of time is
completely thrown off.
Yeah, it feels like forever,
but at least I'm getting
better at resetting.
Now I can extend the
loop up to three days.
I can also bring some items
over from the other timelines.
Frank's been getting
creative though.
Who is it?
Uh, motel management.
Is everything okay?
No, ma'am, there's an emergency.
We need to check the
room immediately.
Police! Open up!
FBI! Open up.
He must have
connections everywhere.
I see.
Hiding from him is getting
pretty nerve-wracking,
I'm not gonna lie.
But I have to do what I can
to keep him from the device.
And I appreciate that.
Hopefully, it won't
be much longer
until you can safely
stop the loop.
To be honest, I'm
getting pretty tired.
This won't take too
much longer, I promise.
Hello?
Claire?
Hi. Guess who?
No, no, I know we haven't
spoken since high school.
No, yeah, I understand.
I'm busy too.
Hi, Brittany?
No, yeah, I can... I
can call back later.
Hey, Tina, it's me.
Rude.
Sometimes the loneliness
is just too much to bear.
Why are you calling?
Um, I was just missing you.
Babe, what the hell? You
have got to focus today.
I know, I am. I'm...
I'm just missing
you. That's all.
We saw each other two hours ago.
Yeah, I know.
Can we just please talk
about something else
for a few minutes?
You're scaring me.
The you-know-what is the most
important thing right now.
We can't be talking
about something else.
You always say that.
What?
If you could live
anywhere in the world,
where would you want to live?
What the fuck, babe?
Please just answer the question.
I... I don't know.
Maybe Hawaii or Bali.
We'll make it happen.
We'll get a nice
big house somewhere
far away from here and,
and live there
happily ever after.
And... and Mom and Sarah
can live there too.
What the hell is going on, babe?
Just having a rough day.
We can't fuck this up.
I know.
I know, believe me.
I don't know how much
longer I can do this.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
DynaCorp main office,
can you please hold?
Could you please connect
me to extension 1008?
I'm sorry, but I cannot
transfer any calls at this time.
Listen, I know about the attack
in the research
lab and all that,
but it would be
extremely important
that I talk to Dr. Galvan.
I am his daughter
and he hasn't been answering
his cell for some reason,
but I'm pretty sure
he's in the main office
because he called me
from there earlier.
So could you please
just connect me,
so I can speak to my father?
The FBI would like
to talk to you.
What?
Miss Galvan?
Yeah.
This is Agent Bennett. May
I ask what your location is?
Why?
We've been trying to reach you.
I have to send some
officers to talk to you.
About what?
I'm afraid that will best
be discussed in person.
What the fuck is going on?
Why can't I talk to my father?
I'm afraid that information
is best relayed in person.
How dare you?
Excuse me?
How fucking dare you!
I know why you can't connect me.
How could you not protect him?
You're the fucking FBI.
You're all over
the fucking place.
What good are you then?
Ma'am, I need you to calm...
No, I'm not gonna calm down.
You did this! You all did this.
An innocent man is dead
because you can't do your job.
Ma'am, may I please
get your location?
I will send somebody
over right away.
Go fuck yourself.
You didn't think I
would figure this out?
That he's been helping you?
You're a real piece
of shit, Frank.
You wanna keep going
or you are ready
to give up the box?
You can go fuck yourself too!
"What then is time?"
If no one asks, I know,
but if I wish to explain
it to him who asks,
"I don't know."
says Saint Augustine.
That's me.
I don't even know
what time is anymore
or anything for that matter.
I barely remember
what was before I was stuck
in this damn motel room.
How long has this been going on?
A few weeks,
months,
a thousand years?
"Everything has
returned," says Nietzsche.
Everything always returns.
Frank stopped sending
his thugs to the motel.
I should be relieved but
instead, this terrifies me.
I have no idea
what he's planning,
but I have to be
ready for anything.
Healthy body, healthy mind.
No.
The more time passes,
the more I don't wish
anybody's company.
I barely leave the room
mainly just for
shooting practice
or a self-defense class.
Even then, I just
feel like an imposter.
Like, I don't
belong in the world.
I don't even leave
for food anymore.
I just order takeout.
It's like nothing before
this loop really happened
and nothing after will.
This is my whole world now.
This motel room.
Nothing else really exists.
"If there are times,
past and future,
I desire to know
where they are,"
says Saint Augustine.
Me too, man. Me too.
I've become a monk.
A time traveling,
science learning,
shooting a gun
practicing lonely monk.
A monk who doesn't
know anything else.
I've become
infinite.
- Hello?
- Yes, hello.
This is Dr. Malinowsky.
You sent me an email earlier.
Yes, Dr. Malinowsky. Hi.
Um, thank you for getting back
with me on such short notice.
I didn't think you would
get back with me at all.
This isn't the first
time I sent you an email.
Well, yes. I... I see.
Uh, because of the...
the time loop situation.
Um, uh, let me
tell you something.
This is easily the craziest
thing I've ever heard.
I would be so tempted to think
that this is some kind of
a elaborate, uh, prank,
but the accuracy of
some of the information
you included in the messages
is just mind blowing.
Yes, it definitely has been
a mind blowing experience.
I bet it has.
In the message, you are saying
that DynaCorp has been
developing this technology
since the 1990s, right?
Yes, under a different
company name, but yes.
Dr. Galvan and Dr. Farkish
joined the project
about ten years ago.
I've been doing my own research
on the subject for
about just as long.
But, uh, I never got nowhere
near anything as impressive
of results as these two,
let alone being able to
build a working prototype.
Yeah, well, that's what
American government money
does for you.
You're not kidding.
It's fascinating
how your government
has been secretly
chasing technology
we first hear about in
in science fiction
movies and... and books.
I... I had no clue.
Yep, whatever idea they
think they can exploit,
they wanna get their
greedy hands on.
I guess that makes
perfect sense.
Wow.
If Dr. Farkish and Dr. Galvan
saw some of my research
involving this
ancient technology
of particle accelerators,
they... they would
probably laugh.
Yeah, well, I don't think
you have to worry about that.
Yes, I... I understand
that this Dr. Galvan,
he sadly passed away.
And Dr. Farkish can't
be found anywhere.
- That's correct.
- Huh.
And he's the one that sold
the box to the mafia, yes?
Yes, indeed.
It's never a good idea
to strike a deal
with organized crime.
Am I right?
One thing I don't
understand, though.
Yes?
What can I do for you?
Uh, why are you
telling me all this?
Can the research be
stopped, Dr. Malinowsky,
on time travel, time loops,
the butterfly effect
and all that stuff?
I am afraid I don't follow.
Since you're one of the leading
scientists in the field,
can you stop the whole thing?
I'm sorry, but, uh, do you
mean to... to stop science?
It's just too dangerous.
Well, I certainly understand
where you're coming from,
but I'm afraid
it's not possible.
Even if you were to convince me
to abandon my
decades long career
and every other scientist
now working on things
of similar nature,
you could only slow
down the progress
of this type of technology
a decade or... or
maybe two, tops.
And honestly,
I don't feel like abandoning
my decades long career.
But it can be used to do harm.
That's just the
nature of things.
Ever since the dawn of time,
every invention
had the possibility
to be used for war or...
or to enslave others.
And this doesn't bother you?
Not only bad things come
from science and technology.
Our lives are so
much more comfortable
than that of our ancestors.
Uh, not to mention safer.
Just think about the
field of medicine,
if nothing else.
Would you give it all up?
And the advancements
of civilization?
Is there any way
that we can prevent
these important inventions
from falling into
the wrong hands?
I don't... I don't think
so. I... I think... No.
The only thing we can do
is just hope for the best.
That's a bullshit
answer and you know it.
This is the only
answer I have for you.
Well, I'm not giving up.
I'm gonna do my part, even
if it's insignificant.
And I wish you the best.
You've changed.
What do you mean?
Like, you got smarter and
more, like, confident.
And you're like a
female Rambo now.
Well, it's like you're a
completely different person.
Don't say that.
No, no, no. It's a great thing.
It's just the change is, like
mind-blowing.
You still love me though, right?
Of course, I love you, silly.
I will always love you.
I love you, too.
Man, this is crazy.
I can't even imagine what
it's been like for you.
This whole time loop thing.
Yeah. Not that great.
And you have to tell me
all this every time you...
How do you say it? Reset?
Yeah. Every single time.
Man, that must be frustrating.
How many times have you
had to tell me everything?
So many.
Gosh, this is insane.
I'm just... um, I'm sorry,
but I still can't wrap
my head around it.
Hey, you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Hello?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Everything will be fine,
babe. Everything will be fine.
Babe?
Babe?
Babe?
Have you ever heard the term
that somebody had a
date with a drill bit?
It's a dumb little name
for a torture method
I like to use
every now and then.
Want me to tell you about it?
Okay, so the person
who is being tortured
is usually tied to a chair
and a power drill is being used
to tear chunks out of their hair
if their hair is long enough.
But that's just the beginning.
Then the drill can be
used on the elbows,
knees, hips, ribs,
even on the teeth, really.
There's no limit.
Anywhere you like.
The method is unceremonious,
but it's cheap and fast.
And most of all, it
works like a charm.
Sooner or later,
everybody sings.
What do you want, Frank?
Did you know that
Luis worked for me
for more than 20 years?
Truly, one of the
best, hands down.
In my line of business,
you can't trust anyone.
But him, I trusted
him with my life.
He was loyal as a
dog and he was smart.
Too smart to ever try to
pull anything against me.
Well, until he did.
All great men have a weakness.
A weakness that
causes a downfall.
Luis' downfall was his family.
He had this idiot
son of his, you see,
who just couldn't stop gambling,
racking up debt left and right.
Luis could barely keep up with
getting him outta trouble.
Why are you talking about
Luis in the past tense?
I'll get to that soon enough.
So as I was saying, Luis's
son was... is a gambler.
And one day, manages
to owe The Baron.
Out of all people.
Do you know who The Baron is?
No?
The Baron is somebody you
don't want to be indebted to.
Anyway, this idiot son of Luis'
somehow accumulated a
debt in the millions,
if not tens of millions
before he finally told Luis.
What can Luis do?
He can't not pay
The Baron, right?
And he loves his stupid son.
So he has to come
up with something.
He can't come to me,
well, 'cause I wouldn't be
too understanding, you see.
So he ends up striking
the deal with The Baron.
He knew we were gearing up
to move something big soon.
So we made a plan
to steal the goods,
but he, of course, couldn't
use any of his people
because all of his people
were my people as well.
So we needed someone unfamiliar,
not too smart and
easily disposable.
That's you.
I'm talking about you.
You do know that he
wasn't gonna let you walk
after you delivered
the box, right?
What happened to Luis, Frank?
You know exactly
what happened to Luis
if you're listening to my story.
Nobody fucks with me and walks.
Not even him.
I tortured him many times
thanks to this little
time loop of yours.
You're a monster.
Yes. Yes, I am. You knew that.
Why don't we talk about
you for a little bit?
It was very smart of you
not to let him learn
anything real about you.
It wasn't easy to separate
the bullshit you told him
from the facts.
The only four pieces
of information
I found believable was
that you like strawberries,
you grew up not
too far from here,
and that you have
a little sister
who suffers from a rare disease
and that's why you need
the money so badly.
Nothing to say? I see.
Well, I did a little
investigation,
if you are interested.
There are 15 hospitals
or private clinics
in the area of about
a two hour drive
from where we are.
At the 15 hospitals, there
are 34 registered patients
that are suffering
from a condition
that could be
considered rare disease.
You see where I'm
going with this?
Out of 34 people, 21
is older than you,
at least what I guess
your age might be.
13 are younger. Some
are small children.
Out of 13, seven are male.
So that leaves how many?
Oh, yeah. Six candidates.
Out of six, two
don't have siblings.
One has a male sibling only
and one is an orphan with
no known family members.
The two remaining girls
have a female sibling
about your age range.
One of the girls has
a genetic disorder
that causes partial
paralysis in her body,
among some other symptoms.
The other girl has a
rare blood disease.
Now how do we know which
one is the right sister?
The genetic paralysis
is not treatable.
God fucking dammit!
He's already been there.
He wouldn't be rubbing it
in unless he was 100% sure.
He already knows everything
about me, Mom and Sarah.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Mo... Mom, it's me.
You need to get out of the
house as soon as you get this.
Okay? Bad people are coming.
I fucked up. I'm sorry.
Fuck!
Fucking think!
What can I do?
Yes?
You win.
Smart girl.
There's a park a block
from your mother's house.
Meet me there in 30 minutes.
And my family? They'll be safe?
They walk. You walk.
Like nothing ever happened.
Just bring the box.
Okay.
But just you and I will meet.
No thugs.
Sure.
Why are you calling?
You have to get to my
mom's house right now.
I'll explain on the way.
But you have to leave now.
- What the fuck?
- Now! Please.
Okay. Okay. Fuck!
I'll call you back in a few.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
I'm so sorry.
He shouldn't have made a move.
He was always overly protective.
And not too bright, it seems.
He had a big heart though.
I shouldn't have
asked him to come.
Probably not.
Well, it's not like
you were alone either.
Don't be stupid.
I'm never alone.
So now what?
Fine.
But I'm...
I'm not doing well right now.
I'll tell you what,
I'll give you one hour to
do whatever you need to do.
I'm feeling generous.
When this hour is up,
I'm gonna drive over to Dayton
and either we'll pay a
visit to your loved ones
or collect the box.
The choice is yours.
Fine. I'll be there.
Okay. It's a deal then.
Oh, and one more thing.
No more resetting.
Okay.
Just in case.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Hi, Mom. It's me.
Listen, I need you to
get out of the house
as soon as you get this.
I don't have time to explain,
but bad people might be coming.
I fucked up. I'm really sorry.
I guess this is it.
It's gonna be over soon.
Sorry, Dr. Galvan.
Can't stop science anyway.
This is the right decision.
Yeah, like that's very likely.
Why the fuck would he let us go?
We're just an unnecessary risk.
We could go to the
FBI or whatever.
He could even change
his mind years from now
and decide that he
wants to kill us.
We'd be watching over our
shoulders our entire life.
He himself said that nobody
fucks with him and walks.
So why all of a sudden
would he grow a heart?
I can't trust him.
I can't fucking trust
him. This is a bad deal.
What the fuck can I do?
I go to him.
I have to kill him.
There's no other way.
But how do I get to him?
The only person that
I know that knows him
is Luis and he's dead.
Although there was that one guy
that hit on me at the
bar that one time.
He seemed to know Luis well,
maybe he knows Frank too.
Fuck! What was his name?
Gotcha.
It's a long shot, but...
- Yeah.
- Hi. Is this Trap?
No, this is not
Trap's phone no more.
This is Bonus.
Do you know where he is?
Nah, he's doing his thing.
How do you know him?
He gave me his phone
number a while back.
I was helping Luis
with something.
- Luis who?
- Lanzano.
Wait, Susie Q, is that you?
Yep. That's me, Susie Q.
Well, why the hell
didn't you say so?
I... I don't know.
- What do you need, baby girl?
- I'm looking for Frank.
Do you know where
I can find him?
Big man Frank?
Didn't you say he was
working with Luis?
Yes, um, but Luis is
working a big job right now.
That's actually what I need
to talk to Frank about.
Man, I don't know shit, girl.
Frank and I, you know,
we don't exactly run
in the same circles.
Okay, thanks.
I just thought Trap
might know something.
Trap, that fucking loser?
He don't know shit, Susie
Q. He don't know shit.
And no one else
comes to mind either.
- Unless...
- Yeah?
What a minute.
What's in it for me?
Well, I can come by later
and we can have some pizza.
That's what I'm talking about.
The only guy I can
think of right now
who might be of
any help is Twinky.
Twinky?
Yeah, girl. He's legit.
I'm gonna text you his number.
Okay. Thanks.
Just don't forget to
show up for our date.
I will be very disappointed.
Okay. I'll text you later.
Okay, sugar.
Yeah. Hi, is this Twinky?
- Maybe.
- I got your number from Bonus.
And who the fuck is this?
Um, Susie Q.
Yo! What up, girl?
I need to find someone
who knows Frank Trentino.
I need to talk to him.
It's, like, fucking urgent.
Big man Frank?
Nah, girl, I don't know
anyone in Northtown.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm afraid.
Um, what if I come over
later and we hang out?
That sounds fine.
Okay, but you need
to help me first.
Think.
Uh, okay. Okay.
Uh, yeah. Yeah. I
might know a guy.
I'll text you a number.
Damn. Susie Q must be hot.
Hi, is this Sig?
Is this Terrance?
Hi, Apples?
Um, Jimbo?
Hi.
Hi, I need to speak
with Old Jack.
You can't just talk to
him like that, girl.
He'll summon you if he wants to.
Nobody knows where he
is at any given time.
He's always moving around.
He owns, like, a dozen
businesses around town.
He could be at any
one of them, so.
He's always guarded by
those half a dozen big boys.
Not to mention all the
employees at these places.
You might have a chance if you
get with one of his top men.
I know this guy, Luis.
Okay, thank you.
I'm not sure, hun.
The only person I know who's
high up with him is Tony Z.
But why would he
want to help you?
Um, can I just please
get the number anyway?
It's a matter of life and death.
I guess, since you
asked so nicely.
Just don't tell him
you got it from me
or I'll fucking kill you.
Fair enough.
This is Tony.
Yes, hi, I need to
speak with Frank.
It's urgent and it
has to be in person.
- Who is this?
- Susie Q.
Who the fuck is Susie Q?
Um, never mind. But I
have to talk to Frank.
Impossible.
Listen, it's about the big job
tonight on one of the mules.
So?
I think Frank's
getting fucked over.
You gotta talk to Luis, man.
You don't understand.
Luis is the last person
that I can talk to.
You getting my gist?
I have to talk to
Frank in person.
He's at the club.
The password is "tango
insomnia" tonight.
Use the back entrance.
If you get fucked,
it's your problem.
Okay, thanks.
Um, which club is that?
You're fucking with me.
No, I'm not. I just
need a refresher.
Don't fucking call
this number again.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Jazz.
Fucking jazz.
Blue 200.
- Bingo.
- Excuse me?
Never mind.
Good thing I stashed these.
You only have one
chance at this.
So don't fuck it up.
He doesn't know you're coming,
so you have the
element of surprise.
He also won't be as
heavily guarded tonight
because everybody
will be on the job.
It might not mean shit
now, but it's a chance.
Oh, no resetting at
any point in time
or else you'll lose him
and we both know where
he'll be heading.
You can do this. I
have faith in you.
And I can still get there
before the hour is up.
Password is "tango insomnia."
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Hey, Mom, it's me.
I'm sorry I haven't
called in a while.
I wanna come home.
Oh, shit.
I gotta go to a hospital.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Yeah. Hello? No, I'm here.
It's just the phone...
Yes.
No, I won't.
Five minutes. Got it.
Idiot.
Just for one fucking time you
cannot fuck up everything.
Um.
Hey, Mom, it's me.
Um, I'm sorry I haven't
called since we, uh
found out, but I've
just been so busy
with this new job.
I know it's no
excuse, but, um...
I'm calling now, so
that's a good thing.
Anyhow, I... I've been
working on something
that I hope can help
us with the situation.
I can't say much about it yet,
but keep your fingers
crossed for me.
For us.
Well, I gotta go now.
Um.
Tell Sarah I love her
more than anything.
I'll call back soon.
And, Mom...
I'm sorry I've been such
a shit daughter lately.
Hi.
There was a protective casing,
but we had to get rid of
it because it got damaged.
The package is
extremely fragile.
You gotta be very
careful with it.
Got it.
It is very important.
Okay. Got it.
Geez.
Idiot.
Yeah.
Um, hey, Mom. It's me.
I'm sorry I haven't
called in a while.
It's just been so crazy.
It's no excuse though.
But I just wanted to make
sure that you guys were okay.
Well, as okay as
possible given the, um
circumstances.
Listen, um...
I've been working on something
to get the money
for the procedure.
So keep your fingers
crossed for me.
But don't tell Sarah yet
because it's not for sure.
But I just wanted
to let you know.
Anyhow, um...
I gotta go now.
Tell Sarah I love her
more than anything.
And I am sorry I've
been MIA again.
I'll do better.
Yes, it's me.
Yes, at the spot.
Five minutes. Got it.
Will do.
What the actual fuck
is going on here?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Hello.
Um, at the spot.
Five minutes. Got it.
Goddammit!
Yes?
How's everything going?
Luis?
No, this is Frank.
Are you at the motel?
Yes. Um, Frank who?
You're not Isabella.
What?
No, this is me. I'm Isabella.
You have the box?
What?
Well?
Um...
Listen to me, you stupid cunt,
and listen to me very well.
I don't know who
the fuck you are
or how you're doing this.
But I know one thing.
You are fucking dead.
What is wrong with you?
You're not supposed to
call me on this number.
- Not tonight.
- Who are we stealing from?
What?
Who are we fucking
stealing from, Luis?
How fucking dare you
talk to me like this?
It's Frank Trentino, isn't it?
You should just
focus on your job.
The rest, you
shouldn't worry about.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I think you're forgetting
who you're talking to.
It doesn't fucking
matter anymore.
We're all dead.
There's no need to panic.
Just stick with the plan and
we will all be just fine.
I promise.
You won't do anything
stupid, right?
Do you even know
what we're stealing?
It doesn't matter, hun.
All that matters
is that you are getting a
nice little paycheck for it.
I think it does matter.
What the fuck are you?
Now what?
We are live here at the building
of DynaCorp Technologies
Incorporated downtown,
where there were reports of
several gunmen wearing masks
entering the building with
what seemed to be automatic
or semi-automatic machine guns,
and carried out an
attack against employees.
It is suspected that
there are at least
seven dead at the scene,
several others wounded.
At this point, we do not know
what the reason
for the attack was,
or if it had anything to do
with terrorism or
religious extremism.
We will give you more updates
as the story develops.
Reporting live, I'm Amy Han...
Oh, no.
Wait.
Holy shit!
Fuck.
Coming.
Listen, man.
Just a scratch.
Pull yourself together.
Think.
Frank fucking knows.
He has to.
He knows things he shouldn't.
Ow.
He resets too?
He thinks that I'm
making this loop happen.
Which means that he
can't control it either.
Which means that
he's stuck too.
Is that right?
Fuck!
Shit!
Uh, just a minute.
Sorry.
He should have definitely
gotten here by now.
Oh, no.
Hi.
Yes, I need an ambulance.
48 medic one.
We have a priority one
trauma, female patient,
early twenties, late
teens, gunshot wound.
Entrance in the shoulder,
clear exit wound on the back.
The scene shows evidence
of severe blood loss,
but her vitals are stable.
Blood pressure 119 over 75.
O2 stats are 89.
She's being at this time.
ETA about six minutes.
I was at the hospital?
How is that even possible?
This doesn't make any sense.
Yeah?
Hello? My name is Dr. Galvan.
Has anything strange been
happening to you lately?
What?
Have you been experiencing
some strange deja
vu type phenomenon?
Uh, God, yes.
Everything resets like
it's fucking Groundhog Day.
And how long have you been
conscious of the loop?
I don't know, really.
It reset like five, six
times, something like that.
I see.
That's a very good thing
that you remember the loops.
That means that you'll be
increasingly aware of them
the more they happen.
Okay, I guess.
I don't think you understand.
My data here shows me
that the loop reset
for over a hundred
times already.
Over a hundred times?
Yes, it's actually
extremely fortunate
that you ever became conscious
of the loop in the first place.
Without the proper training,
it's straight up miracle.
You could have just reset
forever and not even know it.
Holy shit.
Holy shit is right.
You have the box right
there with you, I presume.
Yes.
But how do you... how do
you know all this stuff?
Like I mentioned, my
name is Dr. Galvan.
I built a device with another
gentleman named Dr. Farkish.
I put a tracker in the box.
Oh, so I should be expecting
a knock at the door
any moment now?
Not quite.
I don't understand.
We'll get back to that
later, but first, tell me,
what activated the device?
Um, I dropped it.
Is the device still in
the protective casing?
No, the case got damaged.
That is extremely unfortunate.
No wonder this glitch occurred.
The implications
can be enormous.
Yes, I fucked up. There's
nothing new there.
And on top of it,
this crazy gangster
is stuck in the loop with me.
Oh my.
One consciousness
against another.
We were afraid something
like that could happen.
How can that be, anyway?
I could explain that to you,
but it would be irrelevant
for our situation.
The number one thing we have
to worry about right now
is to get you out of the loop.
Is that even possible?
Possible, yes.
Probable,
not sure.
But, before we get to that,
I need to know who you are.
Um, why?
Well, as eager as
I am to help out
someone in dire need,
I'm not really ecstatic
about helping out murderers.
I sound calm,
but the blood bath that
happened in the lab
just a couple of hours
ago still haunts me.
I barely escaped.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I...
I didn't know.
I'm happy to hear.
No, I'm just a
stupid little nobody
who thought she could
play with the big boys.
I'm just a mule. One of many.
I was only supposed to have
the box for an hour or so.
Indeed.
You don't sound like
a hardened criminal,
and I have no other option
but to accept your answer
and hope that you really
are who you say you are.
I am.
Well, in any case,
I can only help you
on one condition.
Anything.
After you get out of the loop,
you must destroy the device.
Destroy it?
But didn't you build it?
It must have taken years.
Yes, I did, and it did.
And for a long time,
I've known it would have
to be destroyed one day.
And now might be the
opportune time to do it.
Why?
The device is designed
to let the user choose
a desired outcome to a situation
by exploring as many
possibilities as they like.
Yes?
No human being should
have that kind of power.
But in the right hands it...
You know as well as I do
that a device like this
is more likely to end up
in the wrong hands
than the right ones.
You got it.
You mean you will destroy
the device if I help you?
Yes, I promise.
Kind of hate it anyways.
Fantastic.
Then we can start your
training right away.
Training?
Without training,
you won't be able
to stop the loop.
You need to learn to
consciously control it.
What do you mean "consciously?"
Even though it seems like
the loop resets randomly,
you've been controlling
it this whole time.
You've just been doing
it subconsciously.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry. I'll
walk you through it.
That is, if the
FBI leaves me alone
for a damn minute.
They're all over the place.
Just try to remember the steps.
If the loop happens
to reset on its own,
just wait for my call again.
By now, you must be familiar
with that sinking feeling
when the reset happens.
We're going to learn how
to recreate that sensation.
First, we're going to
focus on your breathing.
Slower and slower.
Then you'll need to break it up.
And now, you count.
One, two,
three, four,
five, six,
seven, eight,
nine, ten.
And then, in reverse.
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six,
five, four,
three, two, one.
Now, combine it.
One, ten,
two, nine,
three, eight,
four, seven,
five, six,
six, five,
seven, four,
eight, three,
nine, two,
ten, one.
Watch out for the box.
Go, go, go!
Yes!
It fucking worked!
I can't believe it.
Yes?
Hi, my name is Dr. Galvan.
Um, have you been
experiencing any strange...
Yes, Dr. Galvan,
we already spoke.
You were teaching me
how to gain control
over the loop.
Uh, okay.
I trust there was a
thorough conversation
before I decided to help you?
Yes, you made me promise
to destroy the device
after I got out of the loop.
Excellent, okay, well, if
I promised, I promised.
- How many sessions have we had?
- One.
Okay. This may take a while.
It's all good. I have
nothing else planned.
Great, let's continue.
Yeah?
Are we gonna play
this game forever?
I don't know. I
mean, at this point.
Listen, I'm pretty sure
you're in this for the money,
so I'm ready to
offer you something
in exchange for that box.
For your sake,
I hope that you
will take the deal.
That's very generous of you.
So, how much do you want?
I'm not sure.
Well, you better
think of a number fast
before I change my mind.
Well, unfortunately,
things have changed.
What the fuck do you mean?
I'm afraid I can't let
you have the device.
I don't think you realize
who you're talking to.
No, I know who you are.
I know it well.
Sooner or later, I will get you.
You can bet on that.
Well, I mean, you can try.
I have an army, you
arrogant little shit!
And I have time.
Missing the ones I love,
that's been the hardest.
Completely understandable.
This has been going on
for a while for you.
And on top of that,
your sense of time is
completely thrown off.
Yeah, it feels like forever,
but at least I'm getting
better at resetting.
Now I can extend the
loop up to three days.
I can also bring some items
over from the other timelines.
Frank's been getting
creative though.
Who is it?
Uh, motel management.
Is everything okay?
No, ma'am, there's an emergency.
We need to check the
room immediately.
Police! Open up!
FBI! Open up.
He must have
connections everywhere.
I see.
Hiding from him is getting
pretty nerve-wracking,
I'm not gonna lie.
But I have to do what I can
to keep him from the device.
And I appreciate that.
Hopefully, it won't
be much longer
until you can safely
stop the loop.
To be honest, I'm
getting pretty tired.
This won't take too
much longer, I promise.
Hello?
Claire?
Hi. Guess who?
No, no, I know we haven't
spoken since high school.
No, yeah, I understand.
I'm busy too.
Hi, Brittany?
No, yeah, I can... I
can call back later.
Hey, Tina, it's me.
Rude.
Sometimes the loneliness
is just too much to bear.
Why are you calling?
Um, I was just missing you.
Babe, what the hell? You
have got to focus today.
I know, I am. I'm...
I'm just missing
you. That's all.
We saw each other two hours ago.
Yeah, I know.
Can we just please talk
about something else
for a few minutes?
You're scaring me.
The you-know-what is the most
important thing right now.
We can't be talking
about something else.
You always say that.
What?
If you could live
anywhere in the world,
where would you want to live?
What the fuck, babe?
Please just answer the question.
I... I don't know.
Maybe Hawaii or Bali.
We'll make it happen.
We'll get a nice
big house somewhere
far away from here and,
and live there
happily ever after.
And... and Mom and Sarah
can live there too.
What the hell is going on, babe?
Just having a rough day.
We can't fuck this up.
I know.
I know, believe me.
I don't know how much
longer I can do this.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
DynaCorp main office,
can you please hold?
Could you please connect
me to extension 1008?
I'm sorry, but I cannot
transfer any calls at this time.
Listen, I know about the attack
in the research
lab and all that,
but it would be
extremely important
that I talk to Dr. Galvan.
I am his daughter
and he hasn't been answering
his cell for some reason,
but I'm pretty sure
he's in the main office
because he called me
from there earlier.
So could you please
just connect me,
so I can speak to my father?
The FBI would like
to talk to you.
What?
Miss Galvan?
Yeah.
This is Agent Bennett. May
I ask what your location is?
Why?
We've been trying to reach you.
I have to send some
officers to talk to you.
About what?
I'm afraid that will best
be discussed in person.
What the fuck is going on?
Why can't I talk to my father?
I'm afraid that information
is best relayed in person.
How dare you?
Excuse me?
How fucking dare you!
I know why you can't connect me.
How could you not protect him?
You're the fucking FBI.
You're all over
the fucking place.
What good are you then?
Ma'am, I need you to calm...
No, I'm not gonna calm down.
You did this! You all did this.
An innocent man is dead
because you can't do your job.
Ma'am, may I please
get your location?
I will send somebody
over right away.
Go fuck yourself.
You didn't think I
would figure this out?
That he's been helping you?
You're a real piece
of shit, Frank.
You wanna keep going
or you are ready
to give up the box?
You can go fuck yourself too!
"What then is time?"
If no one asks, I know,
but if I wish to explain
it to him who asks,
"I don't know."
says Saint Augustine.
That's me.
I don't even know
what time is anymore
or anything for that matter.
I barely remember
what was before I was stuck
in this damn motel room.
How long has this been going on?
A few weeks,
months,
a thousand years?
"Everything has
returned," says Nietzsche.
Everything always returns.
Frank stopped sending
his thugs to the motel.
I should be relieved but
instead, this terrifies me.
I have no idea
what he's planning,
but I have to be
ready for anything.
Healthy body, healthy mind.
No.
The more time passes,
the more I don't wish
anybody's company.
I barely leave the room
mainly just for
shooting practice
or a self-defense class.
Even then, I just
feel like an imposter.
Like, I don't
belong in the world.
I don't even leave
for food anymore.
I just order takeout.
It's like nothing before
this loop really happened
and nothing after will.
This is my whole world now.
This motel room.
Nothing else really exists.
"If there are times,
past and future,
I desire to know
where they are,"
says Saint Augustine.
Me too, man. Me too.
I've become a monk.
A time traveling,
science learning,
shooting a gun
practicing lonely monk.
A monk who doesn't
know anything else.
I've become
infinite.
- Hello?
- Yes, hello.
This is Dr. Malinowsky.
You sent me an email earlier.
Yes, Dr. Malinowsky. Hi.
Um, thank you for getting back
with me on such short notice.
I didn't think you would
get back with me at all.
This isn't the first
time I sent you an email.
Well, yes. I... I see.
Uh, because of the...
the time loop situation.
Um, uh, let me
tell you something.
This is easily the craziest
thing I've ever heard.
I would be so tempted to think
that this is some kind of
a elaborate, uh, prank,
but the accuracy of
some of the information
you included in the messages
is just mind blowing.
Yes, it definitely has been
a mind blowing experience.
I bet it has.
In the message, you are saying
that DynaCorp has been
developing this technology
since the 1990s, right?
Yes, under a different
company name, but yes.
Dr. Galvan and Dr. Farkish
joined the project
about ten years ago.
I've been doing my own research
on the subject for
about just as long.
But, uh, I never got nowhere
near anything as impressive
of results as these two,
let alone being able to
build a working prototype.
Yeah, well, that's what
American government money
does for you.
You're not kidding.
It's fascinating
how your government
has been secretly
chasing technology
we first hear about in
in science fiction
movies and... and books.
I... I had no clue.
Yep, whatever idea they
think they can exploit,
they wanna get their
greedy hands on.
I guess that makes
perfect sense.
Wow.
If Dr. Farkish and Dr. Galvan
saw some of my research
involving this
ancient technology
of particle accelerators,
they... they would
probably laugh.
Yeah, well, I don't think
you have to worry about that.
Yes, I... I understand
that this Dr. Galvan,
he sadly passed away.
And Dr. Farkish can't
be found anywhere.
- That's correct.
- Huh.
And he's the one that sold
the box to the mafia, yes?
Yes, indeed.
It's never a good idea
to strike a deal
with organized crime.
Am I right?
One thing I don't
understand, though.
Yes?
What can I do for you?
Uh, why are you
telling me all this?
Can the research be
stopped, Dr. Malinowsky,
on time travel, time loops,
the butterfly effect
and all that stuff?
I am afraid I don't follow.
Since you're one of the leading
scientists in the field,
can you stop the whole thing?
I'm sorry, but, uh, do you
mean to... to stop science?
It's just too dangerous.
Well, I certainly understand
where you're coming from,
but I'm afraid
it's not possible.
Even if you were to convince me
to abandon my
decades long career
and every other scientist
now working on things
of similar nature,
you could only slow
down the progress
of this type of technology
a decade or... or
maybe two, tops.
And honestly,
I don't feel like abandoning
my decades long career.
But it can be used to do harm.
That's just the
nature of things.
Ever since the dawn of time,
every invention
had the possibility
to be used for war or...
or to enslave others.
And this doesn't bother you?
Not only bad things come
from science and technology.
Our lives are so
much more comfortable
than that of our ancestors.
Uh, not to mention safer.
Just think about the
field of medicine,
if nothing else.
Would you give it all up?
And the advancements
of civilization?
Is there any way
that we can prevent
these important inventions
from falling into
the wrong hands?
I don't... I don't think
so. I... I think... No.
The only thing we can do
is just hope for the best.
That's a bullshit
answer and you know it.
This is the only
answer I have for you.
Well, I'm not giving up.
I'm gonna do my part, even
if it's insignificant.
And I wish you the best.
You've changed.
What do you mean?
Like, you got smarter and
more, like, confident.
And you're like a
female Rambo now.
Well, it's like you're a
completely different person.
Don't say that.
No, no, no. It's a great thing.
It's just the change is, like
mind-blowing.
You still love me though, right?
Of course, I love you, silly.
I will always love you.
I love you, too.
Man, this is crazy.
I can't even imagine what
it's been like for you.
This whole time loop thing.
Yeah. Not that great.
And you have to tell me
all this every time you...
How do you say it? Reset?
Yeah. Every single time.
Man, that must be frustrating.
How many times have you
had to tell me everything?
So many.
Gosh, this is insane.
I'm just... um, I'm sorry,
but I still can't wrap
my head around it.
Hey, you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Hello?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Everything will be fine,
babe. Everything will be fine.
Babe?
Babe?
Babe?
Have you ever heard the term
that somebody had a
date with a drill bit?
It's a dumb little name
for a torture method
I like to use
every now and then.
Want me to tell you about it?
Okay, so the person
who is being tortured
is usually tied to a chair
and a power drill is being used
to tear chunks out of their hair
if their hair is long enough.
But that's just the beginning.
Then the drill can be
used on the elbows,
knees, hips, ribs,
even on the teeth, really.
There's no limit.
Anywhere you like.
The method is unceremonious,
but it's cheap and fast.
And most of all, it
works like a charm.
Sooner or later,
everybody sings.
What do you want, Frank?
Did you know that
Luis worked for me
for more than 20 years?
Truly, one of the
best, hands down.
In my line of business,
you can't trust anyone.
But him, I trusted
him with my life.
He was loyal as a
dog and he was smart.
Too smart to ever try to
pull anything against me.
Well, until he did.
All great men have a weakness.
A weakness that
causes a downfall.
Luis' downfall was his family.
He had this idiot
son of his, you see,
who just couldn't stop gambling,
racking up debt left and right.
Luis could barely keep up with
getting him outta trouble.
Why are you talking about
Luis in the past tense?
I'll get to that soon enough.
So as I was saying, Luis's
son was... is a gambler.
And one day, manages
to owe The Baron.
Out of all people.
Do you know who The Baron is?
No?
The Baron is somebody you
don't want to be indebted to.
Anyway, this idiot son of Luis'
somehow accumulated a
debt in the millions,
if not tens of millions
before he finally told Luis.
What can Luis do?
He can't not pay
The Baron, right?
And he loves his stupid son.
So he has to come
up with something.
He can't come to me,
well, 'cause I wouldn't be
too understanding, you see.
So he ends up striking
the deal with The Baron.
He knew we were gearing up
to move something big soon.
So we made a plan
to steal the goods,
but he, of course, couldn't
use any of his people
because all of his people
were my people as well.
So we needed someone unfamiliar,
not too smart and
easily disposable.
That's you.
I'm talking about you.
You do know that he
wasn't gonna let you walk
after you delivered
the box, right?
What happened to Luis, Frank?
You know exactly
what happened to Luis
if you're listening to my story.
Nobody fucks with me and walks.
Not even him.
I tortured him many times
thanks to this little
time loop of yours.
You're a monster.
Yes. Yes, I am. You knew that.
Why don't we talk about
you for a little bit?
It was very smart of you
not to let him learn
anything real about you.
It wasn't easy to separate
the bullshit you told him
from the facts.
The only four pieces
of information
I found believable was
that you like strawberries,
you grew up not
too far from here,
and that you have
a little sister
who suffers from a rare disease
and that's why you need
the money so badly.
Nothing to say? I see.
Well, I did a little
investigation,
if you are interested.
There are 15 hospitals
or private clinics
in the area of about
a two hour drive
from where we are.
At the 15 hospitals, there
are 34 registered patients
that are suffering
from a condition
that could be
considered rare disease.
You see where I'm
going with this?
Out of 34 people, 21
is older than you,
at least what I guess
your age might be.
13 are younger. Some
are small children.
Out of 13, seven are male.
So that leaves how many?
Oh, yeah. Six candidates.
Out of six, two
don't have siblings.
One has a male sibling only
and one is an orphan with
no known family members.
The two remaining girls
have a female sibling
about your age range.
One of the girls has
a genetic disorder
that causes partial
paralysis in her body,
among some other symptoms.
The other girl has a
rare blood disease.
Now how do we know which
one is the right sister?
The genetic paralysis
is not treatable.
God fucking dammit!
He's already been there.
He wouldn't be rubbing it
in unless he was 100% sure.
He already knows everything
about me, Mom and Sarah.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Mo... Mom, it's me.
You need to get out of the
house as soon as you get this.
Okay? Bad people are coming.
I fucked up. I'm sorry.
Fuck!
Fucking think!
What can I do?
Yes?
You win.
Smart girl.
There's a park a block
from your mother's house.
Meet me there in 30 minutes.
And my family? They'll be safe?
They walk. You walk.
Like nothing ever happened.
Just bring the box.
Okay.
But just you and I will meet.
No thugs.
Sure.
Why are you calling?
You have to get to my
mom's house right now.
I'll explain on the way.
But you have to leave now.
- What the fuck?
- Now! Please.
Okay. Okay. Fuck!
I'll call you back in a few.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
I'm so sorry.
He shouldn't have made a move.
He was always overly protective.
And not too bright, it seems.
He had a big heart though.
I shouldn't have
asked him to come.
Probably not.
Well, it's not like
you were alone either.
Don't be stupid.
I'm never alone.
So now what?
Fine.
But I'm...
I'm not doing well right now.
I'll tell you what,
I'll give you one hour to
do whatever you need to do.
I'm feeling generous.
When this hour is up,
I'm gonna drive over to Dayton
and either we'll pay a
visit to your loved ones
or collect the box.
The choice is yours.
Fine. I'll be there.
Okay. It's a deal then.
Oh, and one more thing.
No more resetting.
Okay.
Just in case.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Hi, Mom. It's me.
Listen, I need you to
get out of the house
as soon as you get this.
I don't have time to explain,
but bad people might be coming.
I fucked up. I'm really sorry.
I guess this is it.
It's gonna be over soon.
Sorry, Dr. Galvan.
Can't stop science anyway.
This is the right decision.
Yeah, like that's very likely.
Why the fuck would he let us go?
We're just an unnecessary risk.
We could go to the
FBI or whatever.
He could even change
his mind years from now
and decide that he
wants to kill us.
We'd be watching over our
shoulders our entire life.
He himself said that nobody
fucks with him and walks.
So why all of a sudden
would he grow a heart?
I can't trust him.
I can't fucking trust
him. This is a bad deal.
What the fuck can I do?
I go to him.
I have to kill him.
There's no other way.
But how do I get to him?
The only person that
I know that knows him
is Luis and he's dead.
Although there was that one guy
that hit on me at the
bar that one time.
He seemed to know Luis well,
maybe he knows Frank too.
Fuck! What was his name?
Gotcha.
It's a long shot, but...
- Yeah.
- Hi. Is this Trap?
No, this is not
Trap's phone no more.
This is Bonus.
Do you know where he is?
Nah, he's doing his thing.
How do you know him?
He gave me his phone
number a while back.
I was helping Luis
with something.
- Luis who?
- Lanzano.
Wait, Susie Q, is that you?
Yep. That's me, Susie Q.
Well, why the hell
didn't you say so?
I... I don't know.
- What do you need, baby girl?
- I'm looking for Frank.
Do you know where
I can find him?
Big man Frank?
Didn't you say he was
working with Luis?
Yes, um, but Luis is
working a big job right now.
That's actually what I need
to talk to Frank about.
Man, I don't know shit, girl.
Frank and I, you know,
we don't exactly run
in the same circles.
Okay, thanks.
I just thought Trap
might know something.
Trap, that fucking loser?
He don't know shit, Susie
Q. He don't know shit.
And no one else
comes to mind either.
- Unless...
- Yeah?
What a minute.
What's in it for me?
Well, I can come by later
and we can have some pizza.
That's what I'm talking about.
The only guy I can
think of right now
who might be of
any help is Twinky.
Twinky?
Yeah, girl. He's legit.
I'm gonna text you his number.
Okay. Thanks.
Just don't forget to
show up for our date.
I will be very disappointed.
Okay. I'll text you later.
Okay, sugar.
Yeah. Hi, is this Twinky?
- Maybe.
- I got your number from Bonus.
And who the fuck is this?
Um, Susie Q.
Yo! What up, girl?
I need to find someone
who knows Frank Trentino.
I need to talk to him.
It's, like, fucking urgent.
Big man Frank?
Nah, girl, I don't know
anyone in Northtown.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm afraid.
Um, what if I come over
later and we hang out?
That sounds fine.
Okay, but you need
to help me first.
Think.
Uh, okay. Okay.
Uh, yeah. Yeah. I
might know a guy.
I'll text you a number.
Damn. Susie Q must be hot.
Hi, is this Sig?
Is this Terrance?
Hi, Apples?
Um, Jimbo?
Hi.
Hi, I need to speak
with Old Jack.
You can't just talk to
him like that, girl.
He'll summon you if he wants to.
Nobody knows where he
is at any given time.
He's always moving around.
He owns, like, a dozen
businesses around town.
He could be at any
one of them, so.
He's always guarded by
those half a dozen big boys.
Not to mention all the
employees at these places.
You might have a chance if you
get with one of his top men.
I know this guy, Luis.
Okay, thank you.
I'm not sure, hun.
The only person I know who's
high up with him is Tony Z.
But why would he
want to help you?
Um, can I just please
get the number anyway?
It's a matter of life and death.
I guess, since you
asked so nicely.
Just don't tell him
you got it from me
or I'll fucking kill you.
Fair enough.
This is Tony.
Yes, hi, I need to
speak with Frank.
It's urgent and it
has to be in person.
- Who is this?
- Susie Q.
Who the fuck is Susie Q?
Um, never mind. But I
have to talk to Frank.
Impossible.
Listen, it's about the big job
tonight on one of the mules.
So?
I think Frank's
getting fucked over.
You gotta talk to Luis, man.
You don't understand.
Luis is the last person
that I can talk to.
You getting my gist?
I have to talk to
Frank in person.
He's at the club.
The password is "tango
insomnia" tonight.
Use the back entrance.
If you get fucked,
it's your problem.
Okay, thanks.
Um, which club is that?
You're fucking with me.
No, I'm not. I just
need a refresher.
Don't fucking call
this number again.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Jazz.
Fucking jazz.
Blue 200.
- Bingo.
- Excuse me?
Never mind.
Good thing I stashed these.
You only have one
chance at this.
So don't fuck it up.
He doesn't know you're coming,
so you have the
element of surprise.
He also won't be as
heavily guarded tonight
because everybody
will be on the job.
It might not mean shit
now, but it's a chance.
Oh, no resetting at
any point in time
or else you'll lose him
and we both know where
he'll be heading.
You can do this. I
have faith in you.
And I can still get there
before the hour is up.
Password is "tango insomnia."
Please leave a message
after the tone.
Hey, Mom, it's me.
I'm sorry I haven't
called in a while.
I wanna come home.
Oh, shit.
I gotta go to a hospital.