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- Yeah? - Hey.

Oh, fuck, man. Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah. Found a room for the night.

- You good? - Yeah, but...

I don't have any of the money.

No, no, no. It's okay. I grabbed both bags.

Oh, fuck. Sorry.

The cops were coming around the corner, and I...

- I couldn't find an exit. - It's okay, it's okay.

All right?

I'm just glad you're safe.

Okay. Okay. So what now?

Do we lay low at this place?

Yeah. I'll meet you at the diner at the edge of town.

And then away we go.

It's just two weeks, yeah? 'Cause I can't leave my kid any longer.

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.

Hey.

- 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.

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 fucking onions.

Get the count?

And?

I thought it was five.

I need your help carrying a bag, though.

It's still a couple miles away.

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 fucking 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.

Fuck.

What's the backup?

There is no backup.

What about Detroit?

Not walking a hundred miles.

Harder to track in the city.

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.

She rack up a tab or something?

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.

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.

Where'd you learn to shoot?

That was practice. It wasn't loaded. Shut up.

It's not a muzzle loader, dipshit.

You fucking threw it wrong.

Aim at your foot. See if you'll hit that better.

Your mum did a fucking awful job teaching you how to shoot.

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 fucking throw...

Hey!

You've got five seconds to get off my land.

Who the fuck are you?

One! Two!

Five!

You heard her. Five more until I stop missing.

- Go, go, go. - What about my stuff?

Leave it in the woods, man.

- One... - Go! Go!

Five!

Fucking idiots.

But they'll be back with people who know how to shoot.

Is this it?

Okay. Grab your shell.

Anything?

Maybe we can double back, find a place by the diner.

Joe?

Joe? Joe.

Joe!

We gotta go.

This is it.

What's the other one?

1-9-3-2.

Spin clockwise, set to noon, then run up.

Okay.

Hey. Come on.

Here.

Follow these instructions exactly,

then hang up.

Okay.

Dining room good.

Foyer clear.

Hurry up. I hear them. They're on their way.

Yeah.

Clear.

Bathroom clear.

"Sit peto tutum peregrinatione."

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!

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, bitch.

Fucking weird.

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.

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.

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 fucked 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.

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?

She mostly lets me do the talking.

- Mm. - She knows a lot about you.

- And how fucking lame you are. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Cool.

I actually think she gave me the notebook just out of pity.

Yeah, I hate her.

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...

It's just always in my head.

Sounds catchy.

Get me back to her, Joe.

Sid!

Sid!

Sid!

We have to go now.

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!

Here.

Just stay calm and follow me, okay?

- Hey. - Huh?

"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!

Sid!

Sid!

Uh.

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.

Hello?

You shouldn't be here.

Who are you?

Who have you told?

We haven't told anyone.

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?

I think you broke it.

- 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.

Fuck 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.

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.

We have our ways that can make it

painless and instantaneous.

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?

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?

You have our word.

And you don't know when they'll come?

No.

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 fucking rock.

Fuck!

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.

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 fucking 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.

That's all we get?

Two fingers.

That's fine as is.

Drink it.

You know, this used to have

a lot more pomp and circumstance.

Are you sure it's not Oswald?

'Cause I still think it's Oswald.

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 fucking 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 fucking 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 arseholes

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 fuck out, please?

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 fucking impossible, Sid.

It's impossibly impossible,

and it's crazy to even

consider this possibly possible.

Okay, then, what's your big fucking guess, Joe?

Coincidental torture porn.

A power play by a couple of arseholes

who don't give a fuck 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 fuck is that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

Fuck you.

Yeah. Fuck 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. - Yeah? Why not?

I've seen your fucking shrine.

You talk to that thing more than you talk to me.

You won't even let me see the goddamn tape.

You are fucking working with them.

You brought me here to fuck 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

fucking long con while I stare at the wall

and wait for some magical fucking visitor

to come shoot us both in the back of the fucking head?

No, you know what? Fuck my original plan.

My plan is to stay at this boring arse farm

and fuck over the only family I've got all over again!

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

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?

Never mind.

Three, two, one...

Operator, how do you feel?

Feel calm, collected,

ready to make good decisions.

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 fucking bullshit.

Just give me something.

Some guidance. Some comfort.

Anything.

Please.

We just want to go home.

Sid!

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.

Hey.

We're getting you home.

Where are you?

Joseph!

Fuck!

Oh, fucking move!

Why are you breaking the door?

They have my brother,

and I'm fucking done.

We're fucking out of here. So I'm breaking down that door

and I'm getting him whether you fucks like it or not.

If you break the door,

you and your brother will die here.

Let us the fuck out of here!

We can't risk the visitor's escape.

Why? What are they going to do?

We cannot say.

I think that's bullshit, and you know it.

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.

That's not your mother, Sidney.

What?

The visitor, Sidney, it's not your mother.

How do you know that?

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.

Hello?

Sidney.

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.

All right, Sid.

We know that...

Hello?

Hello?

What do you know? Tell me what you...

Are they with you?

No.

Are they dead?

Yes.

Why are they not here?

The weather is bad.

I'll have to trace back for the body

once the wind dies down.

We can't let you through

until we have confirmation of their remains.

I'm hurt in the church.

I can't reach my...

I can't reach my sister.

If you can reach her to help me

then we'll get you the body.

Copy. Stand by.

Your brother is alive in the church.

Did he reach out to you?

Yes.

Is it with him?

Yes.

Stay close.

We have left word.

Hold position until directed.

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?

Who?

One Alabama.

Two Alabama.

Three Alabama.

Four Alabama.

Five.

Ah!

God damn it!

Fuck!

Hey!

Come on!

Fuck!

No!

Show me your face!

Ah!

Show me your face!

Steph?

No, no, no, no, no!

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.

It's okay.

Stay with me.

Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.

It's...

Shh, shh, shh.

Stay with me.

Just stay with me.

You're gonna be okay. Just stay with me.

It's okay.

It's gone.

Are you hurt?

Yes.

We will send morphine.

Take it and go to the work shed.

Go inside and wait for our instruction.

What about my sister?

What about my sis...

Turn around.

You can't look at us.

Turn around, please.

Can you hear us?

Verbal confirmation, please. Can you hear us?

Yes.

Okay, then.

Do you have any pertinent information about the visitor

that you can relay to us?

Any facial features?

Sex, voice, any details you can remember?

I don't know.

All right, uh, we are going to wipe you now.

What?

Look away. Please.

Unfortunately, you and your sister

failed to carry out the task as we asked.

And now our unwanted visitor is on the loose.

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?

We did everything we could for you, everything.

And you still...

Why are you doing this?

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.

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.

We're assuming that you remember

the morning of well.

Can you walk?

Leave the bags, remove the redundancy,

slip in when you see your sister as quickly as you can.

Be sure to remove the redundancy,

or you and your sister will be wiped.

Understood?

Verbal confirmation, please.

Yes.

Sit peto tutum peregrinatione.

Count of three.

One, two...

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.

Who are you?

Hey. Who are you?

I'm no one.

Where'd you get those bags, no one?

Stole them.

And the man that had them?

Long gone.

Did you kill him?

It was to make things right.

How's that going?

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.

And again.

End me.

Please.

Kill me.