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What are you doing? Pass it!

What's that?

Whoa!

What the fuck? Hey!

Hey! Fucking cheesedick.

Pederast! Fucking piece of shit!

You dirty piece of shit!

Not in my fucking neighborhood!

Hey, hey! Just relax.

I've come to--

Oh, hi.

I need something to write with.

Like, uh, like a Tab, or a Flat thing, or something.

I... I mean you can use this if you want.

Oh. Yes.

That's great.

Ahoy, there!

If you're reading this, please don't be cross with me.

But I have traveled back in time.

Don't worry, everything is under control

despite one or two complications.

For example, you may notice I've written this

on several scraps of garbage.

Oh!

Hello, again.

I would like to place a bet on the sports situation.

Hockey for money.

Here's my money.

Okay, man.

It's a problem of context.

I've discovered that in some situations,

you don't just need the answers...

Oh.

...you need to show your work.

I don't know any of this.

You know, you could also use that money for, like, the bus.

What?

Like, to leave.

That's maybe the biggest difference here.

Nothing is simple.

Everything seems designed to be slightly frustrating.

This is a bus stop, isn't it?

Oh, good.

Big day. It's the berries.

Hmm.

Everything's Jake.

No? Okay. Ah.

Ooh!

Do you still have libraries?

Did you know they kept printing physical books

throughout the 20th century?

I mean, there are so many of them.

Apparently, they just started making them so badly,

they all dissolved.

Incredible.

Honestly, not a bad metaphor for the century as a whole.

It does seem like I missed a lot of pretty big events.

Much of my prepared research

is, well, stuff that's happened already,

and thus is not very impressive to people.

In fact, I arrived to somewhat shockingly low

in what you might call immediately useful information.

But I know I can make this work.

Hey. We're closing in a few minutes.

So, if you just wanna bring that book to the front...

Yeah, okay.

I'm running out of space, so I'll keep this brief.

But if you do find this, there'll be other notes as well

buried around here, plus a few other surprises.

Everything will become clear.

Trust in the plan, okay? There is a plan.

Your humble servant, Casper.

Um, sir? Sir? Hi, yeah.

Um, I'm going to ask you to leave.

Oh, no. Actually, I need more time.

Oh.

Could you pop back later?

Yeah.

I'm gonna have to take you outside. Um--

It's the outfit, isn't it?

Um--

Or the smell. Is it the smell?

It's actually because you slept here.

You can't do that.

Uh, but also, it is the smell.

I understand.

We're pretty chill here usually.

But you have actually done a lot of things wrong.

Are those our--

Yeah.

Oh?

Um, no. Uh--

Oh. Okay.

Don't worry about that.

Uh... oh.

There is a plan.

Oh.

You're part of something now.

Oh! Okay, thanks.

Yeah, cool.

Okay. Cool!

Uh, but I-- Oh. Y-- Okay. Yeah.

Hello! I'd like one piece.

Five dollars.

Oh.

Well, then I would like the food

that is for no dollars, please.

Nothing for nothing, boss. Move.

Holly! Open up!

You gotta face me in the face, in my face, Holly!

You wanna get that?

Open the door, you slimy bitch!

Fuck!

Jesus.

Hi, I guess.

Hey, Alana.

For looking little piglets.

Fascist Nazi fucks!

Yeah, sound like a great time.

Yeah.

Would be nice to have had some fucking back up, though!

Oh, I'm gonna get them all fucking fired.

Your fucking royalties are over.

Oh. It's really fucking sparkly.

I swear to God!

You fucking bitch!

This is getting a little intense for me.

But this was fun.

Oh. Actually, I'm good.

Call me, okay?

Yeah.

You're just gonna fucking kiss on the cheek?

Bye, dreadlocks.

Don't be mean.

I'm just saying.

You used to at least bring home a better class

of Xavier School reject.

The Holly from two years ago would never.

Well, maybe the Holly from two years ago

was a judgemental bitch.

You really should have come today.

Should I, though?

It matters to show up.

Does it, though?

Yeah, it does.

Being shitty about it doesn't make you right.

Okay.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry. Yeah.

Who the fuck is that?

Huh?

Oh! It's just a guy.

Come on, buddy. Get the fuck up!

See, he's going.

Is that my fuckin' beer? What the fuck are you doing?

These nachos are soul-crushing.

It should literally be illegal to sell shitty nachos

under a late-stage capitalism.

That's supposed to be the deal

in exchange for our fucking souls.

It's fine.

I'll just give 'em to somebody who...

Yo bud.

Uh, do you want some depressing corn chips?

Yes, please!

Oh, wow.

Mm! These are really good.

Yeah.

They're really not that good, bro.

Hmm?

But, uh, have at 'em.

Mm.

That outfit kinda rules. Where'd you get it?

The future.

I'm serious! Where did you--

Oh! I know that!

That's a band!

Is that current? Are they now?

Um, I'm working door for them tonight, so, yeah.

It's very now.

Oh! That's fantastic.

Don't.

Hey, do you wanna go?

♪ Why disguise My bad intentions? ♪

♪ I've got nothing to hide

♪ Except the tendency to separate the part of me ♪

♪ That's feeling too desperate to die ♪

Whoo!

Woo-hoo!

Whoo!

That's right.

Now, we're gonna take a quick break.

We'll see you in a sec.

Oh. Hey, Casper.

Is that a cigarette?

Sure is, pal.

Wow. Okay. Don't mind if I do.

Thank you.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

You good there?

Yeah.

There's always an off one in the pack.

Did you know that?

No, I don't.

Yeah, it must've...

Oh!

You okay?

Yeah. So cool.

Very cool. Yeah. Oh. Okay.

Oh. Actually, it's a really good time to see this band.

Hmm? Yeah.

Yeah.

I love these guys.

No. I mean, they're only good right now.

What?

They get pretty bad.

Their next recording, it's not awful,

but it's definitely a step down.

And then they don't tour for a while.

And so, the next time

they come out and perform like this,

it's actually a bit embarrassing.

They're more famous, but the music's bad.

It's a pretty creative way to be a dick about music.

Preemptive snobbery. Well done.

Oh, please.

I'm not a dick, I promise.

Oh, yeah?

All I'm saying is, you should take this in.

This is a special, unique night.

Enjoy the show.

'Cause in the future,

most people would just get a worse version of this.

Do you wanna do a line?

You mean like drugs?

Yeah.

Whoo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there, man.

Alana will literally never forgive me

if I kill a homeless guy tonight.

Okay, got it.

Chips Ahoy!

Shh, shh, shh.

Okay, I'm quiet. I'm being quiet.

But look, just to let you know,

in the future, about 30 years from now,

this is legal, and everyone's doing it.

Most places say, "“Yeah, you can do it."”

Not just this, but all sorts of drugs.

But it was before my time,

so I didn't really get a chance to do it.

So, it's good I get to do it now.

It's really, really good!

Okay, that's great. But you're not from the future.

Whoo! No, I am.

Okay.

For the sake of arguing,

I will admit that the music possibilities

are intriguing.

But you're saying you can't jump

back and forth, right?

Hmm. Only backwards.

Hmm, okay.

So, like, CBGBs in the mid-'70s will be dope,

but then having to live through the '80s

as a queer, Black, vagina-haver...

Oh.

No. Fucking thank you.

Really not good there.

No.

Okay.

Then you've got Alana in the mid-'90s,

but, like, would Missy even be friends with me?

Missy?

Missy Elliott.

She'd be your friend.

She'd be my friend.

Yeah, I think so.

Ugh!

But then there's all the bullshit afterwards.

So, I don't think I'd do it.

History's a fucking trash pile, bro.

You got an interesting take.

If I'm being honest,

I don't even think I'd, like, kill baby Hitler,

or skullfuck David Duke, or whatever the, you know,

the moral equivalent is.

Wait. Did you say skullfuck?

Skullfuck, like...

Jesus! Neo-Nazi prick.

Just fuckin' skullfuck him in the fuckin' face--

No, don't do that.

It just--

It feels like way too much work, right?

To do something that would actually matter,

you know?

Yeah.

Does that make me a bad person?

No. You're not a bad person.

No.

Remember you got me nachos and drugs?

Yeah. But that's not enough.

Right?

I mean, I almost feel like it should be enough,

but I'm not actually good at anything.

So, that's bad. I don't know.

Come on.

Yeah.

You are good at stuff.

I used to care more.

Like, a lot.

But it's like, every time I found something

to care about, I'd eventually find out some detail

about that thing, or movement, or person,

and it turns out, they're also shitty.

Punks turn out to be Nazis.

Hippies turn out to be rapists.

White people in sweaters turn out to be Nazi rapists.

Everything's a trap.

Everything's a Nazi rapist.

Everything's a fucking Nazi rapist trap.

That's shocking.

Yeah.

Nothing's just good.

What if I was to tell you that everything does work out?

And that you don't need to feel so bad.

Mm. It sounds fake.

Okay. Hold this.

Yeah.

I've got a point to make.

I'm getting up into my serious position.

Yep.

Here I am.

Okay.

You see me?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Things do get a lot better.

They really do. I promise.

They do?

Yeah. There's a plan.

Yeah.

Okay, so you don't have to worry about it.

Pressure's off.

Prove it.

Okay. But if I prove it...

can I crash on your couch?

Please! I need somewhere to sleep.

Yeah, man.

Okay, I will prove it.

What's the time?

Like, 2:00 maybe.

Really?

I don't fucking know.

Okay. Come on. We've gotta go.

I'm gonna prove this to you now.

Okay.

Yeah.

No, you take it. I don't want it.

What?

Well, I'm gonna prove it to you!

Okay.

Come on!

Fuck!

Oh, are you okay? Here.

Yeah.

Jesus!

Oh. So, this place, huh?

Yeah, this is it!

Okay.

Here.

We'll sit here in this fatal booth.

Oh, my God. I can't believe we're here.

Okay.

So, what's the plan here, champ?

Oh, my God. There he is. This is the guy.

I know everything about this man.

Watch this.

Okay.

Hey.

Okay, he's coming over.

Mm-hmm.

What would you like?

Hello, Percy.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

Uh, no.

Uh, well, we have now.

Um, how's your sketches coming along?

Have you sold any yet or still no luck?

Yeah, I'm... I'm not...

I don't know who you are.

I'm sorry. Um, at this stage,

we'll just get two coffees, please. Thank you.

Wow.

What the hell was that? Who is he?

Okay.

So, he's nobody at the moment, but after he dies,

people discover his work.

He's an amazing artist.

He does these little cartoons.

That guy is a genuine cult hero.

Well, he becomes one posthumously.

Oh, okay, sure.

So, like, if the Garfield guy

was also the Confederacy of Dunces guy?

What'd you say? Garfield guy?

Yeah. Like the cat. The orange cat.

A cat? That does not sound good.

Big eyes.

This guy is good.

Okay.

Yeah.

Very popular with nihilists.

Interesting.

Thank you, Percy.

Love your work.

Are you changing, like,

the fabric of reality or whatever

just by, like, existing?

No! Of course, not.

You kill some butterfly and the world ends, yeah?

There's a thing like that. Jurassic Park and shit.

I don't know. I haven't been there.

Or is it like, with ever small decision,

you create a whole new reality, like a multiverse

with an infinite number of timelines?

No. That's ridiculous.

There's only one timeline and one reality.

This is it.

Oh.

And it's not really a "“fabric."”

It's more of a mushy blob... mushy blob of reality.

Oh.

Imagine that.

So, some little differences can happen.

But the mushy blob of reality just kinda congeals

over the changes.

And then...

...time keeps on rockin'.

"“Congeals"”?

Yeah, I like to say congeals.

So, only really the big things matter

like life and death.

Uh, major cultural shifts or political stuff.

Wait. What time is it?

It is, uh, 2:13 in the morning--

Oh, that's perfect.

Right. Look outside.

Now, remember the word balls.

Okay? You looking? Here we go.

Yeah.

Three, two, one.

Oh, come on.

I might have been a bit ambitious

with the old countdown there.

Forget the countdown.

It's definitely gonna happen any moment now.

I'll try the countdown again.

Three--

No, I'm not gonna bother one with actually.

But it's definitely gonna...

Any... any moment now.

Mm. You know what? This has been fun.

But, um, I think we just...

Yes!

The explanation turns out to be quite boring.

It's just a shipment that comes loose

from a cargo plane.

But weird, eh?

I mean, people remember this.

Oh!

What the fuck?

Yes!

Ugh!

What did I tell ya?

What are you trying to say to me?

Am I a joke to you?

Oh, wow. That's the moment.

Here we go. And there's the crate.

Yeah.

This actually really messes him up.

This is great. Thank you!

Listen.

Um, I'm breaking several key personal rules here.

So, just be aware that if you try to kill me

or something, I'll, you know, kill you.

Okay. Yep. That's, uh...

that's fair enough.

I own several knives!

So, you know...

Got it.

How do I look?

Do you, like...

know everything I'm about to say?

No.

I mean, do you know every conversation

from, say, 1847?

Or would you just know some scattered facts

about the general time period?

Shit, not even.

So, what do you know exactly?

It's complicated.

I mean, a lot of information and media gets lost over time.

Long-term accessible data storage

isn't really what you guys are good at.

So, I'm left with patchwork, digital residue, and metadata.

Basically, a lot of very specific statistics,

figures, and numbery things with very little context.

Imagine looking at a map with a microscope.

That's what I did.

Like, as a job?

Yeah.

I just found what I could, and patched it together

into some kind of picture of the past.

Uh-huh.

And you bring stuff back with you

in your time machine?

No.

There are no time machines.

So, what do you travel in?

It's kinda like a singularity.

A miniature black hole.

But not really a black hole.

Like a portal?

No.

You know what? Yes.

They're highly regulated.

The first one pops up in about 50 years' time from now.

Way up north.

They all seem to come to this time period.

Wait. They all go to this time?

Yeah, pretty much.

All within a couple of decades.

Well, isn't that significant somehow?

That they all lead here?

I don't know.

Okay.

Oh, by the way, when you go through a portal,

you can't take anything organic, okay?

So, nothing that can rot or corrode.

No air holes.

And no technology.

Nothing that gives yourself away.

So, I wrote a lot of things down on my hands.

Notes on both hands and my memory,

which I lost a bit of.

But, yeah, a lot of writing down for me.

Hmm. Like sports stats?

Hey!

Oh! Shit, sorry.

I've gotta be careful.

But, yeah, sports.

I know the winning teams from baseball,

hockey, and the other one for the next 20 years.

Next 20 years?

Mm-hmm. I thought it would be useful,

but I don't think it will be now.

Um, definitely useful.

Really?

Sure.

Private bookies, online gambling.

The Playoffs aren't for another few months,

but if we know where it's going,

we can totally clean up playing the long game.

Really? You know how to do that?

Sure.

It's easy because, um, I'm an actual, real person,

so I own a valid ID and a credit card.

Oh, that sounds great!

Okay. What else?

Well, I do have some lottery information.

Yes! Dope.

Oh' my God. We have to drink to that.

Okay. But don't get too excited because we've gotta be careful.

Okay. Nothing too big on those winning fronts.

Yeah.

Nothing life-changing.

Should you, like,

officially not be telling me any of this?

Officially, yeah.

I should not be telling you any of this.

Yeah, man.

I'm not gonna lie, feel like you should've had a better plan.

No, this is the plan.

This is phase one, making money,

which really I didn't put enough thought into.

So, what's phase two?

Saving the world.

Cool.

Glad somebody's on that.

Cheers.

You do know the consequences of all of this.

Um, we get paid.

I mean, you could make some real money.

Yeah.

Get really rich.

Yeah.

Famous.

Be the kinda person who makes so much money

they could make some real changes in the world.

Hmm.

But you can't do that. Ever.

Here's the deal.

You'll never have to worry about money,

but you've gotta cruise.

You can't use that money to make a name for yourself.

Stay anonymous.

And just live comfortably for the rest of your days.

Do you think you could do that?

Honestly, that sounds great.

Well, all right!

Mm. Are there more of you?

Is anyone gonna, like, follow you?

No. I doubt it.

Hello!

Welcome!

Stasis or Static?

Yes! Thank you!

Uh, could you repeat, please?

Stasis or Static?

I'm ready.

Just point me in the right direction, and I--

Thought so.

Hello!

Hmm.

Hello!

Don't wait up.

Yes, Doris.

I made it.

Hello!

Stasis or Static?

Wait.

Wait.

Right. Now, where am I?

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to Doris

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to--

Okay.

Ugh! Companion module off.

Delete that fucking file.

Hello.

Fuck!

Shit!

Yeah. Yeah.

You run, you twisted pervert!

Get the hell out of my neighborhood!

Goddammit!

Hey! Hey! Can I help you?

Hey! No, no, no!

Out of my way! I need to find that man.

You listen to me, lady.

I don't care about whatever goddamn illuminati

hide-and-seek sex games you sickos are playin',

but this is my neighborhood.

And I'm not gonna have my kids dealing with this shit.

So, you get the hell out, and don't come back,

either of you!

You understand me, lady?

Hey!

Do you understand me, lady?

Yes. I understand you, sir.

Good.

I apologize.

Oh.

Will you hold this for me, please?

Hello!

The fuck was that?

That's what I thought. It's blue.

That means your life has no weight.

Hey! Fuck you!

Now, after an incredible third-period turnaround,

Edmonton has less than 30 seconds to grab victory

from the jaws of defeat.

There's a pass, another pass.

Watch this shit.

Oh! And there it is! Score!

What?

Oh, yes! Did you see that shit?

I don't fucking believe it.

Holy shit! I love sports now.

Oh, my God. Oh, yeah.

Yo, Mitch! It's Holly.

Oh, God, um--

You know what this means.

Payday, motherfucker!

Do you know why I always win?

'Cause I've got arcane knowledge

from the goddamn future! Shit!

Yeah, fuck!

The crazy thing is, it all pretty much works out all right.

That's what everyone essentially wants to hear.

I've never been great at connecting with people

at the best of times, but there's something special

about talking to someone with a defined expiration date.

Makes things easier somehow if you both know,

well, it's gonna end.

It's safer, too.

Plus, it means you can usually get their stuff afterwards.

And there's so much great stuff.

I wanted to pass these onto my son.

But he don't appreciate them.

Let's have a look.

Wow.

Oh.

I just want them to be cherished.

I'll tell you what, if you leave these with me,

I promise you they'll be remembered.

Oh.

Very much so.

Tell me more about the future.

Tell me something else nice.

Okay, sure.

Take food for example. Micro- agriculture.

It gets to the point where anyone can grow

almost anything they want in a single room,

so no one actually runs out of food.

Oh, that's wonderful!

It is good.

Oh, what's this?

Oh, those are Cathy's!

Scientific surveys from her research days.

She studied bugs!

Well, this is tangible, first-person,

boots-on-the-ground observations with context.

It's exactly what we're missing back home.

I've gotta say, I've been to three places,

and you, Betty, are my best partner.

This is dynamite.

You should meet a nice girl.

Mm, it's not that easy.

I'm a bit complicated.

Oh, yeah. Men always say that.

Well, what I mean

is the kind of person that would accept

that I'm a man from the future might not be the person

I want to spend my whole life with.

Hmm.

Oh, I didn't mean you, though.

Oh.

No, I love your company.

You're different.

Well, of course. 'Cause I'm dying.

No.

Didn't have to say it like that?

Well...

thanks for everything, Betty.

You're a very nice boy.

I'll see you again, okay?

Of course, dear.

Bye.

How do you even find payphones anymore?

There's 803 of them left in the city.

I know where each and every one of them are.

Good for you, champ.

Meet me at the diner in one hour.

And bring the thing.

Would it be considered ironic that you have terrible timing?

I don't think so.

I'll see you soon.

Here's your usual.

Thank you.

Hey, how's Percy doing? He's looking a bit rough.

You're obsessed. He's fine.

Not for long.

What?

Hmm? Nothing.

I said, "“Yum."”

Hmm.

You got it!

I did!

Wow.

Yes.

You are now the proud owner of a portable x-ray machine

for some reason.

This is awesome!

You planning of telling me what it's for?

Phase two, saving the world.

Right.

Mm-hmm.

Phase two.

I told you I had a plan.

I can't tell you everything.

I know.

It's better if you don't know too much about me.

Anything further I tell you will have grave consequences.

I didn't do it. I did not do this.

Yeah, it was very intense. You went like this.

Did I say grave? Okay.

All right. Fair enough.

Okay, I got something else for you.

It's a prepaid phone.

Oh.

They're mostly used by children.

But you don't need an ID and won't have to rely

on payphones like a '‘90s drug dealer.

Oh, it opens.

And...

That's awesome.

Not bad, right?

Look at that!

And I've got a lotto run tomorrow.

This is actually working.

It is!

Yes, man.

I've decided that a life of leisure agrees with me.

Good. Leisure's awesome.

Now, I actually have something for you to do.

Yeah. Yeah.

Whatever... whatever you need.

Okay.

Can you please deliver this to Betty Chambers?

She lives in a nursing home called Better Horizons.

And it has to be tomorrow before noon. Okay?

Earlier the better.

Definitely before noon.

Normally, I wouldn't ask you to do this,

but tomorrow, I do have an appointment

of sorts, which I've been waiting a long time for.

Wow. Very cryptic.

Very cryptic.

Fuck.

Thank you.

Wait. Like, right here, right here or--

Yeah.

All right.

Well, this is like the middle of nowhere, man.

So, I dropped you--

Yep.

I'm not coming back, so...

Yeah, this is perfect.

Oh, okay. I'm leavin'.

Drivin' away.

Hey, Chuck.

Heyo!

I like you red box.

Thanks, Chuck.

This should cover the next month.

Plus, a bit extra.

Appreciate it, brother.

You've been searching for me again, haven't you?

Yeah! I admit it.

I tried again. I dug deep, too.

Let me tell ya, I always find something.

And I got nothing.

Oh?

No government numbers, no photos.

Bupkis, 100% legit, off the grid.

Holy shit, brother. I am impressed.

You gotta tell me how you did it.

Wish I could, Chuck.

But I need you on the grid.

I need your name on those land rights.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, but you gotta tell me eventually. Deal?

Before they give us all the fuckin' microchips.

That doesn't happen, Chuck.

So you say, brother. So you say.

Hey, I was wondering--

Uh-uh. No peeking.

Fuck. Fine!

Taking more money, I'm fucking off.

Brother, I'm not one to pry.

A man's privacy is sacred.

I believe that.

And I respect our arrangement.

And I appreciate that, Chuck.

But I mean...

What the fuck are you doin'?

It's a fair question.

Have you ever heard of nuclear semiotics?

No, I have not.

Okay.

Nuclear semiotics.

The idea behind it is basically sending a message

into the future without the use of language.

Like in Chinese.

No. Without any words at all.

So, instead, something like...

radiation.

Even mild radiation emanating from a spot

where it should not be.

Mm-hmm.

You see, this is your family land, Chuck.

Always will be.

But I don't have a family.

And as you saw, I don't even have an identity.

And so, buried here in these radiation holes,

this is my way of leaving something for the future.

Far out.

Yeah.

That's deep, brother.

Hey, what kinda something, though?

Uh, well, that falls under a man's privacy.

Okay. Well, fuck me then.

You just keep that cash coming, and you can bury

all the goddamn secrets you want.

I appreciate that.

Hmm.

Here's a weird one for ya.

Tomorrow, I've got an appointment.

It could be a bit risky.

But I'm excited about it because I've been planning it

for a long time.

On the other hand, things are going pretty well.

I've got money now.

I can buy a hot dog whenever I like.

So, I'm thinking maybe I should just stick the course

and forget about this appointment.

What do ya think?

I had a theory for a while that you was ex-special ops.

Oh, yeah?

Blackwater, something.

Sounds about right.

No, you're much too doughy to be an operator.

Oh.

So, that's out.

Now, I'm thinkin' you're some kind of gentleman thief.

Some George Clooney type,

and you're talkin' some sort of one-last job scenario.

It's a bank heist, isn't it?

Just because if it is, I think you should do it.

I say, you gotta grab life by the balls,

and I say, fuck the bank.

Yeah. Sure. Fuck the bank.

Fuck the bank.

Anyway, it's not a bank heist.

So you say, brother.

So you say.

Okay.

All right, Percy. Let's do this.

Shit!

I first drew this guy when I was nine.

My teacher Mr. Whitaker told me it was pretty good.

It's the first compliment I remember getting.

I kept drawing him over, and over, and over again.

That's all I ever did for years.

I even failed Mr. Whitaker's stupid class because of him.

Drawing him made me feel better.

I felt it mattered.

Drawing him would make me matter.

But everybody thinks they matter

or they will one day, but we don't.

Nobody matters. Nobody cares.

No one is a hero.

This is us. This is me.

We're not important. We are...

rubber clowns bouncing on the surface

of reality.

No, that's... that's terrible.

What a shit metaphor.

I should've practiced.

Wow.

Percy!

No!

"“Hi, Betty.

You did ask me to let you know when it was time.

It's today, I'm afraid.

I should've told you yesterday, but I just couldn't do it.

It was great meeting you, Betty.

Time to say your final goodbyes.

Please destroy every trace of this card immediately.

The future depends on it."”

Fuck!

Fuck.

Uh, right. That was a bit messy.

But I still think we can make this work.

I was just trying--

I know. I know what you were trying to do.

But look, Percy, I'm here to help you. Okay?

I'm from the future.

I know you. You're that guy from--

From the diner, yes. I'm a regular. Okay?

So, we're practically friends already.

Look. If you wanna shoot me, just do it.

No, I'm not gonna shoot you!

You don't even shoot you, which is why I'm surprised

to see this ancient gun.

No, you end up jumping over the edge.

What? No!

You do.

But don't worry about that right now.

I wanna show you something.

Take a look at this.

What?

That's yours, right?

Scared little cape guy.

Percy, I'm a fan.

I was one of the guys who figured out who you were.

Pretty rad, right?

So, here's what happens.

After you leap over the edge,

people do find your little doodles.

And, Percy, they catch on.

Hard to believe, I know, but it's true!

We found podcasts, imprints, images,

quotes all over the place.

Even graffiti.

Your work becomes part of a larger nostalgia thing.

It helps people process the weird world

and all the changes that are happening.

Percy, you inspire people.

That's a pretty good thing, right?

Wow! I'm gonna grab a seat.

Look. Just-- I'm sorry, okay?

I know I'm being more blunt

than I normally would with people.

And you're handling this really well.

So, well done.

It's probably the gun, right?

This is a bit of a bummer.

I'm gonna put it on the ground.

Okay? There we go. Gun's gone.

Eyes on me, okay?

Here I am. That's it.

Percy, I considered not coming.

I couldn't resist.

Imagine if you got to meet, I don't know, what is it,

the Garfield guy?

I hate Garfield.

You don't like the Garfield guy?

Oh.

Okay. Well, how many people

get to end things on their own terms

as a nobody, and then become immortalized?

Not many.

Most people who have, you know, historical significance

are not accessible before they pass.

So, you are a unique case.

So, here's what we'll do.

We'll chat.

A bit of back and forth.

At the moment, it's mainly forth.

But I'll get a bit of back from you,

and that'll be great.

And we could fill out your backstory

for future generations.

And then you can do your thing over the edge,

content with the idea that you've made an impact

in more ways than one if you know what I mean.

Sorry, I didn't mean to say that.

But you've made an impact on the world,

and gained some new truths about our very existence.

I mean, people who I've spoken to so far

seem to quite like the idea of that.

How does that sound?

What if I don't?

Don't what?

All right! No, no, no, no!

No, no. Calm down. Okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.

What if I just leave?

What would happen to your little prediction then?

You... you can't leave.

Why?

Because you can't do your thing, Percy!

We all have to do our thing!

Yours is over the edge there.

Look. I'm beginning to realize I shouldn't have come here.

Okay? This was whole mistake.

I'm just gonna go. Okay?

I'm gonna leave you to it.

All right?

So, you're on your own.

But you're definitely gonna do your thing, yeah,

once I'm out of your hair?

No!

Well, then we're back to square one!

Wait.

What the hell's that about?

No! Percy!

Stop it!

Please. Plea-- so sorry.

That was foolish, wasn't it?

Sorry, please.

Look, I've made sacrifices.

Okay?

I've been careful.

Kind of.

But you're not gonna screw this up for me.

This is supposed to happen.

No.

Well, then I'm sorry.

Do it!

Shoot him!

Oh, God! I can't do it.

Shit.

Do you know about the Spanish aristocracy

who were sent down to South America in the 1800s?

I think so.

Spanish royalty sent them

down to be the face of the empire,

to uphold the laws, and bring order, you know?

Back then...

going back and forth wasn't in the cards.

They went and they stayed.

They had everything they could want, of course.

They had all the money in the world.

Land, and servants, and...

Mm.

But they could never go home.

But only ever occasionally, even interact with somebody

who spoke their own language or had the same...

cultural background, let's say, that they did.

Hmm.

The position was a great honor, but it was also a real burden.

Sounds lonely.

Yes, it is.

Oh.

What the fuck is that?

If your boss knows the winning ticket,

why don't you just buy the winning ticket?

Technically, one of these tickets

bought at that location on this day is a winner. So...

...gotta buy 'em all.

And he's not my boss.

Whatever you say.

What is that supposed to mean?

I just think it's sketchy, man.

Like, you're all in with some fuckin' white dude

who has you at his beck and call?

Taking risks for him and shit?

Do you even know what his real game is?

Have you actually thought

about what you're participating in?

Sorry. Just sayin'.

Do you know what I've been doing

these past few months?

I built a system, Alana.

I've got bookies working off each other.

I've got two credit cards

making automated offshore bets for me.

I built a network of lesbians, and made a schedule

tailored to specific times and places

to buy scratch tickets. Okay?

I've never built something before.

I'm good at it, and I'm getting paid.

I'm happy for you.

Totally worth giving up everything you believe in.

Jesus.

Sorry we can't all sell rich woman

their placentas back to them.

That is not all a doula does, Holly.

Whatever! It's all bullshit.

It's performance.

It's like all the fucking marches, the protests,

all the interminable community meetings,

all it did was give us something to say we did.

It's just ego shit.

And I'm tired of it. Okay?

I don't... I don't need it anymore.

Well, congratulations.

Fucking what?

Holly! I need you! Where have you been?

Where have I been? Let me tell you where I've been.

Oh, doesn't matter.

Look, I need you here. This is important.

Mushy blob of reality, remember?

23 Woods Ave now if you could, please.

Okay. I'll be there soon.

Hey, look. You won.

There you are, you little fucker.

Yep. Up here.

Thanks for coming.

What's going on? What happened?

Okay. So, essentially, what's happened

is something hasn't happened to someone.

So, I need your help to help it happen essentially.

You're a very disappointing time traveler.

Hmm.

Can I have some specifics?

Whose place is this?

Okay. Just keep an open mind.

Percy, I'm back!

Yo, what the fuck?

Yeah, alright?

Oh, there you are.

Brought a friend.

Remember this guy?

Oh. Uh, hey, man.

Do you know this man?

He tried to kill me.

What?

No. Come on now, Percy.

You know that's not true.

You tried to kill you.

I saved the guy. I'm a hero.

Holy shit. Is that a fucking gun?

Oh, yes. Uh, don't panic. Okay?

I'm just gonna slowly take it out. All right?

Everybody, be cool.

I'm gonna put it on the table.

There we go. Okay?

There it is. On the table.

We just need to figure this all out.

Figure what out?

Did you kidnap this guy?

No. No. Don't nod, Percy.

You know I-- look.

You can't kidnap someone in their own place.

Yes, you can!

No, you can't!

I don't think. I'd have to check on that.

That's a rule somewhere.

But regardless of that, we do have to get rid of him.

No!

Shit!

No!

Percy, you-- I told you!

He knows.

Fuck you, man! Not cool.

You just made me an accessory, or whatever.

Do you know what happens when they find someone

who looks like me breaking into some

meek-ass white dude's home?

I've probably left fucking CSI prints and shit everywhere.

They're gonna fuckin' track me down

with one of those purple-light cum-guns!

What are you thinking?

I don't know!

Thinking's not my forte.

Yeah.

Okay? Which is why I need your help.

He is not supposed to be here.

Okay? Look.

If I don't fix this, it's the end of the road

for both of us.

Maybe for everyone.

So, what? You wanna kill him?

No.

I just need you to convince him that he has to die.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Nope.

Look, I know it's weird. Okay?

I'm just trying to do the right thing.

No, no, you're not.

You're getting me to stick my neck out

to fix your mistake.

I... I went to see that Betty woman today.

She was dead, man.

Wait. What time did you get there?

Before noon like I stipulated?

I mean, maybe I was a bit late.

Oh!

See, that's why when someone from the future tell you

something important, it's important.

Okay! Maybe this is a sign.

A what?

A sign. An opportunity, you know?

I mean, like, the world's fucked up, right?

Look at this place. Look at this guy.

Maybe we can help him.

This is a chance to start making a--

a positive impact or something.

So, the exact opposite thing

to what I told you was vitally important.

No! You already know things work out.

Okay. But maybe it works out because you told me

about this stuff.

Maybe I'm the solution.

It's like a... a loop or some shit.

No, it's not. And, no, you're not.

I'm 100 percent certain.

There could be a loop.

It's not a loop. Okay? It's not a thing.

Do you remember why I work with you?

Why I trust you with stuff?

It's because you're not significant. Okay?

Nothing you do will ever have a consequence.

But that's a good thing for me.

This is really important.

I'll help you, okay?

Yes.

So, this is really fucked up.

And we're not killing anyone.

Okay, no.

As long as he dies.

Well, I'm open to other ideas.

Can we just, like, buy him a bus ticket up north,

and tell him to stay quiet or something?

No chance. That is way too risky.

Well, I'm gonna need some suggestions from you

outside of straight-up murder.

I know, I know! Just wait.

Okay, we gotta go. Yeah.

Might be an idea to get out of here anyway.

So, we'll grab Percy, we'll go back to my bunker.

We'll figure it out there.

Oh, fuck.

Percy!

I think you blocked the door by accident.

Hello.

Wait.

Does he have a fucking landline in there?

What's a landline? A phone?

Percy!

We know you've got a landline in there.

Get off it. We've gotta go!

Percy Sullivan?

Yeah.

Oh, there you are.

Mr. Sullivan, I'm so glad you're not dead.

You are?

I truly am.

Oh, Jesus.

He's obviously calling the cops.

We need to go.

Who are you talking to in there?

It's not the cops, is it?

Do you want to be a hero, Mr. Sullivan?

Percy, please!

Come on. We can figure this out!

Sorry about that, mate.

So, are we going somewhere?

Yes.

Just here. Thanks. Perfect.

Okay. All right. Let's go.

Is that your car?

No. Come on.

Is that not a bit weird?

It'll just be someone

who stopped for a pee in the woods.

Don't worry about it. Come on!

This is not assuaging my fear that you're gonna murder me.

It's cool, Percy. I promise.

We're almost there. You'll see.

We'll figure this out.

Chuck!

Well, well, well, look who's here.

What have you done?

Me?

You've been harboring this sex slave gimp suit

on my daddy's land.

You brought the CIA onto my fucking door!

What are you talking about, you idiot?

I thought we were friends.

Percy, now!

Oh, fuck!

No! No!

I'll fucking kill you, Percy!

Stasis or Static?

What? You're from home?

Hello!

Stasis or Static?

I don't know the code.

I know that it is a code.

I don't know what it is!

Please. Look. Everything's okay.

Okay? I promise!

Why are you here?

Stop it!

You've had months. What have you done?

Nothing.

Please stop hitting me.

How are you planning to stop it?

Stop what? I don't know what you mean!

I don't know what you mean.

No.

The fuck is that?

Hello!

Whoa, what the fuck?

No, don't.

I know you have a plan.

You've spoken of a plan.

So, what is the plan?

I was just bored!

What-- uh, what?

Yeah. Bored.

I didn't have anything going on back home.

I was lonely.

I just thought it would be cool

to come to the 21st century, you know?

I mean, it's not as cool as the 20th,

yeah, but it stoked me. I was--

Look, I found a portal accidentally.

And instead of reporting it, I did some prep,

and I went through. Okay?

I had no one back home to say goodbye to,

so I just went.

And I'm here, and I've done nothing.

I've changed nothing!

No, no, no, no.

But you live here in a bomb shelter

like a terrorist.

Yeah, because it's off the grid. Okay?

I'm out of harm's way here.

I mean, no one was gonna step foot

on this guy's property for years

until some clerk discovers a buildup of unpaid taxes

and his corpse in a couple of decades.

Wait. What?

Look. I've not spoken to anyone meaningfully

that wasn't already on their way out.

Apart from Holly, okay?

But she knows nothing, and doesn't matter.

The holes and the radiation, you told everybody about a plan.

Yeah.

Because when you say you've got a plan,

people listen to you.

So, I guess my plan was have fun.

And along the way, preserve some forgotten art

and history.

You know, collectibles.

Really? Honestly?

That was your plan?

So, to leave your whole life behind,

and come here, and just, like, dick around

and collect shit?

What kind of psychopath does that?

Me.

I... I can't believe this.

Look. Back home, my life had no purpose.

I was so bored.

Look. Everything was fine until Percy screwed it up, okay?

It wasn't supposed to go that way,

and I tried to fix it. I really did.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't bring myself to...

Look, I know it's a mess now, but Holly hasn't done anything.

Um, what are...

It's some meditation stuff from the future.

It's New Age. It's weird.

You basically-- you put yourself into a trance.

Be quiet!

Be quiet.

Well, can I just say this?

The fact that you're here means you pretty much made

the same decision as I did.

So, are we that different?

I have a job, you little shit!

I'm supposed to be here.

I'm the Sentinel for this entire district.

I'm supposed to stop people like you.

No, that's not right because you're not a terrorist.

You're... worse.

I'm not supposed to stop people like you

because we honestly didn't think

that people like you were stupid enough to exist.

Look. I know it's a mess.

But we can fix this.

Yeah, we can.

I mean, Chuck's heard a few things,

but look at the guy. He's got no friends.

Hey, fuck you, brother!

I'm just saying, you know?

What? This man?

This man here?

Hello!

Oh, Jesus.

So, you're not a terrorist.

No! Why are you killing people?

I mean, that's gotta be way worse

than anything I've done.

Why?

All these people are gonna die anyway.

What's that?

The Convergence resets so much of the world,

that literally anything that happens before it

which doesn't directly impact those events is...

is completely irrelevant.

Yeah. But that's not, like, for a long time, right?

Pathetic.

Uh, what is the Convergence?

Why live your life in squalor?

Why?

And adhere to all these little rules and behaviours

that change absolutely nothing

except make you less comfortable?

I like this place.

Oh, it's almost adorable.

Do you know our leaders use the portals all the time.

Proper ones.

Not like that pathetic little anomaly

that you stumbled in on.

A good chunk of our leadership retires

to Pre-Convergence days,

and lives out their lives in luxury.

In fact, the Hegemon who hired me is living

in a Spanish castle right now and hunts people for sport.

Bitch! What is the Convergence?

Oh!

Okay. In 53 years, within an eight-month period,

the planet experiences simultaneous

megathrust earthquakes and a solar storm

that wipes out huge swaths

of digital information and satellites.

The population loss along with a lack

of proper communications networks

and an already tenuous public trust

in institutional authority

leads to a period of global upheaval

and the fall of most major governments.

Billions die.

But in the end, once the failures,

parasites, and whiners are washed away.

The people who matter come back from up there

and down there, and find a way

for the rest of us to live in paradise as nature intended.

You fucking knew about this?

I mean...

yeah.

I mean, I don't know, it happened so long ago, okay?

You'll probably never see it.

I just had to keep things the way they're supposed to--

Oh, my God.

Fuck the both of you.

Holly, please.

We're working it out.

So, what now? Are you gonna kill us?

Well--

I mean, there's better options.

If you really have no intention of stopping it,

then all of this has been for nothing,

which is very irritating.

But there's no reason you have to die.

I've been...

a little lonely lately.

My therapist is real shit,

and I could use somebody to talk to

who actually remembers home.

You know?

If you had been a terrorist, I'd have killed you already.

But an idiot, a loser?

I can work with that.

Well, I mean--

I know we're in a bit of a rough patch right now.

But I'm sure we can be friends.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.

Hmm.

I mean, there's definitely...

there's definitely a connection, isn't we have here?

But we've got-- Ooh!

Hmm.

But I'll tell you who's ruining the vibe.

Holly. Maybe we should let her go.

What? Oh, no. Not now.

Oh, shit.

No.

You see?

Hello!

If she disappears right here and now, it doesn't matter.

But now that she knows, we can't let her live.

Either of them really, just to be safe.

Oh, God.

Realistically speaking,

there are only about 120 people who could really make

any difference to things, but I like to be thorough.

Excuse me.

I forgot you still had that!

Fucking shoot her, Percy!

Go!

J... just let me go.

I don't care about them.

What?

Oh, fuck!

Isn't it so unhygenic

how everything's still made of metal here?

It's so primitive.

I can almost feel it corroding in my hands.

Yeah, it's an old gun.

All the same,

it is still strangely satisfying to hold.

Quiet.

Hello? I can hear you in there.

There's no use in pretending.

Are you alone?

I am completely alone.

Stasis or Static?

Who's that?

Uh, the moment is mine.

Oh, good. I'm coming down now.

What the hell?

What?

What the fuck?

Oh, hey, guys! Long time, no see.

Is that me?

Oh, shit, shit, shit!

I felt that.

Oh, shit! Stop it!

Holly?

The thing! I've got the thing.

What do I do?

Go! Just get out of here.

No!

That is adorable.

You gotta mean it, dear.

Shit.

Hello!

No.

Fuck you, cop.

You did it!

Oh, shit. That's nasty.

Oh, my God. That was amazing!

Oh, fuck.

You okay, Holly?

Holly? You okay, buddy?

Oh, there he goes.

See you, Perce!

Doesn't really matter now, right?

It's probably for the best.

So, are you gonna untie me or--

Were you seriously not gonna tell anyone

about this apocalypse shit?

Look, Holly. It's not my place.

Okay? I can't--

Oh, Jesus!

We good?

Yeah! We're good.

Um, thanks for the save.

Yeah, no probs.

I was a bit worried that you and I might explode

when we saw each other.

I'm glad that didn't happen.

Where's Percy?

Oh, he took off.

Oh, damn it!

Shit, shit, shit!

Holly, you gotta go get him.

Fuck that guy.

Let him get lost in the fucking woods.

Holly, no, it's the Convergence.

It's because of him!

It's because of us!

It's the time loop thing!

See! I told you it was a fucking loop!

Yeah, you were right!

That's why I'm here. I need your help!

I need you to kill him.

Wait. What?

No, I can't. I'm not--

He causes the death of billions of people!

Come on! He held a gun to your head.

Wake up! This is it!

Holly, I don't know about that.

Shh!

Come on. It has to be you.

I've tried and failed twice.

This is the most important thing you could ever do.

We're not done here.

I'm still pissed at at least one of you.

Holly, don't!

You don't have to do this.

Go, Holly.

You're not gonna hurt him, right?

No. It's in my best interest.

Without him, there's no me.

Good luck!

Oh! Wait!

Whoo!

Wow! I can't believe I pulled that off.

Look at this old place.

Takes me back to when I was here.

What a trip!

Um, look.

Obviously, you've been planning this for a while,

but you're freaking me out right now.

What's going on?

You're right. It has been a long time.

But not me. We.

The first go around didn't end too well.

No!

Whoo!

After Doris killed Holly,

Percy-boy actually grew some backbone.

He took her down.

She underestimated the guy.

So did we to be fair.

But then he didn't let me go.

He heard enough about the Convergence

that he decided to stop it.

He kept me-- us here for years, man.

Fashioned himself

as some kind of a revolutionary hero.

He had our notes.

And he had access to all of Doris's stuff.

He made me tell him whatever I remembered

about what was coming until it stopped coming true.

That's exactly the kind of question

that free in our society to a halt.

He changes it.

I mean, he talks to enough people,

stirs enough shit.

He changes everything.

Now, who knows what's gonna happen?

It took me way too long to get myself

together enough to escape.

It was too late to stop him, but I could still go back.

I still remembered the coordinates

of the first portal that ever showed.

Not easy to get to.

Then I spent about a month waiting for it.

It was a bad time.

But then...

Landed a full two years before we got here

the first time.

Not the most convenient, but pretty good.

Plenty of time to make sure we don't interrupt Percy-boy.

And that he does what he has to do

the first time.

Incredible.

But here's the thing.

Even with a plan, it's a long time

to just wait around.

With everything I knew, it was easy to get set up.

So, to kill time, I really leaned

into the whole hedonism thing.

I have to say, it was a great couple of years.

Whoo!

Might've overdone it a bit to be honest.

What day is it? Sunday?

Nah, bruh. This shit is Monday.

Oh, fuck!

Okay, no! Just go!

I admit it, I messed up.

Okay? My brain was fried.

I even got the wrong roof, can you believe it?

Oh, shit!

Oh!

Oh, there he is.

Do it! Shoot him!

Oh, God! I can't do it.

God! What is wrong with me?

Are you kidding me?

We mess up our second chance?

How did we fuck up so badly?

I know, I know. Okay? Believe me, I know.

And then I figured our next inflection point

isn't until we were all down here together.

Problem is, originally,

that's not for another three years.

Wait. What?

You see, the first time I come through

after Percy refuses to die,

Holly manages to convince me that he should live down here

in the bunker, which I reluctantly accept.

But then eventually, Doris still finds us.

You see, she tracks us

because of those radiation holes.

There she is, yeah.

That little gift for the future?

Well, that really backfires.

Wait. But then--

Look. I couldn't wait another three years.

I just couldn't.

I mean, what if I screwed up again?

I couldn't handle it.

I learned an awful lot about Doris

while Percy held me hostage.

Her phone number for one.

What the fuck is that?

And it worked!

Once I got you all here, everything played out

exactly like it did before.

Stasis or Static?

So, the timeline just kind of congeals

over the changes and keeps on rockin'.

Mushy blob of reality.

Fascinating.

But why couldn't you have saved me earlier? Huh?

Look at my face.

She spent half an hour bashing my face.

Calm down, mate.

I'm no oil painting. All right?

I was psyching myself up, okay?

This was a big moment for me.

And why did you let Holly...

Where are you going? Can you at least untie me?

I'd love to.

But I've gotta give Holly more time.

I'm hoping she kills the guy.

Killing two birds with one stone if you like.

What do you mean?

Well, I've tipped off the cops.

Yeah. So, Doris was right.

Holly is a lose end.

And basically, she doesn't really matter.

Doesn't matter?

I mean, in the grand scheme of things.

Don't get me wrong. I mean, I do like her.

But the most important thing is that we are not arrested.

And, of course, that Percy dies.

I'm sure you appreciate that by now.

So, basically, Holly takes him out,

and then the cops arrive, and they arrest Holly.

That's the plan.

Sounds horrible.

You should try being me,

and living through the fact that she died.

I had to witness it. Okay? That's horrible.

One of several memories I don't want in my head anymore.

At least this way,

she goes to jail and doesn't die.

That's a step up.

So, Percy's out of the picture.

He can't ruin the future anymore.

Holly's in the slammer. Bit of a bummer.

But no loss to history. And then there's us.

Now, as you know, we can't seem to pull

the trigger. Too weak.

But I think Holly can do it.

I believe in her.

But if she does screw up,

we're gonna have to have another go.

Oh. And one more thing.

There can't be two of us.

It's too weird.

And we've spoken to each other for too long now.

I mean, it doesn't make any sense.

So, one of us has to go.

I had a quick vote in my head, and I voted myself.

What?

I hope this is not gonna hurt you.

I know mentally, it might. But it's for the best.

Try not to think about it.

Wha...

I probably shouldn't have done it

in front of you, but it's too late now.

Oh, no, no.

I'm sorry. Good luck.

Be a better person. Goodnight!

No!

Jesus! Fuck!

Right in front of me!

You-- Fuck! I'm an idiot.

Oh, that's me, fucked for life. That's counseling.

Fuck.

Holly!

Holly, wait up!

It's all good.

We're gonna stop this thing, okay?

Holly?

Holly!

No! Stop! Please go away!

No, no, no! No, no.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're gonna work this all out. Okay?

Hey, man. Sorry for the delay.

But, um, we've actually been talking.

Holly, he's gotta go.

Oh, God!

No! No, it's cool, man. Really.

We've talked about it.

And he's not gonna do that Convergence thing.

We're gonna make sure it doesn't happen.

Holly, that's the whole thing!

Okay? He stops it! He screws the whole future up.

It has to happen.

No. I won't stop anything.

I swear.

Goddammit, Percy! Yes, you will!

You have to!

What the hell is wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

Why're you trying to change things

when you know it works out?

Who does it work out okay for exactly? Huh?

Maybe we can do something.

Maybe there's a way without killing

billions of people.

I don't make them die.

It's not my fault. It's not my responsibility.

Jesus.

You're like a parody of a white guy.

Look.

I've just been through something really, really

existentially dark.

And quite frankly,

I could do with some leeway here.

Fucking own your shit for once!

Okay. It's owned. I'm sorry.

Nothing works out unless you do something. Okay?

That's the basic principle of fucking life.

Stop!

Hello!

Don't.

Please don't.

It's for the best.

Stop!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my God. Fuck! Casper!

I'm not gonna do anything, okay?

I won't do anything!

No, wait! Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Well, that's not really ideal for either of us.

Shut up! Okay.

What are you doing?

I don't know what I'm fucking doing.

I'm applying pressure.

It's too much pressure!

Okay!

Shit.

Don't worry. It doesn't matter.

Yes, it fucking matters!

This isn't too bad.

Maybe this is the now. It feels like the now.

Stop talking. Okay?

We're gonna go. Let's go.

No. Um, come on. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

I can't move my leg.

You're fucking heavy.

I know.

Okay.

Let's go.

I can't walk!

Fuck. Oh, shut up for a second.

Okay?

I'm from the future.

I know. I know. Let's go.

But despite that skepticism from the publishing industry,

Mr. Sullivan's book has already gained

much notoriety for the surprising accuracy

of his predictions.

Some online are even calling him

potentially the most important political cartoonist in history.

So, I am very proud to present Mr. Percy Sullivan!

Hey, Percy!

I like the scarf.

Here.

This is everything I found in her condo. Take it.

All I ask is that

I never see you or him ever again.

Thanks, Percy.

I'm doing my part, you know?

Telling them the truth, helping them with my art.

Uh-huh.

You wanna save the world?

Knock yourself out.

Ten, nine, eight...

Here it comes!

...seven...

Five! No?

...six...

Five, four, three, two, one!

...five, four, three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

Woo-hoo!

Everything's still fine.

I knew it would be.

Hey.

There you are!

Hey!

Did I miss it?

You missed it. So close!

Ugh!

Spoiler alert.

Very similar to last year.

Just basically counting down from ten,

and then they say, "“Happy New Year."”

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

How's Percy?

He's okay.

He even threw us a copy of his book.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

Any good?

Honestly, it fuckin' sucks, bro.

Does it?

Yeah.

But it does literally predict the future.

So, he's got that going for him.

Well, you can do that yourself now.

Think you got everything you need to stop it?

I don't know.

She said there's... there's maybe 120 people

who could actually change things, right?

Mm-hmm.

I know where they live.

Well, look at you!

I feel like I've turned your life around.

Bro, we literally met

while you were eating my garbage.

That's true.

I forgot that. Oh, God.

So, how will we know if we stopped it?

What will happen?

It will most likely be some sort of paradox

that'll swallow reality whole.

Or maybe nothing?

Yes. Maybe nothing will happen.

Hmm.

Yeah. I like the idea of nothing.

So...

are you sure about this?

Yeah. I was born to be, mate.

Oh, God. Yeah. It has to be this way.

I'll be back from time to time.

I'll be fine.

There's a plan. I'm from the future, you know?

I don't know

if you all have heard of Holly or what she's done.

But I hope so.

It's probably pointless, but she's right.

It's worth trying for something better.

I know the future is already written.

But maybe it shouldn't be.

Afterall, we rewrite history all the time.

Why not the future?

Holly! Everyone's here.

The checkpoints are locked. The trucks are loaded up.

Everything is in position. What's our next move?

Let's save the fucking world.

But if you've got any questions or concerns,

I'm happy to oblige.

If you're reading this, you'll know where to find me.

I'll be right here.

Hello?

Hi! Yeah, hi. Hi.

Uh, Statis or Static?

Statis or Static?

The moment is mine.

Okay. Perfect. Great.

Oh, my God.

Uh, we followed your signal,

and we desperately, desperately need to talk.

Okay. Hang on a sec, buddy.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, my God. Thank you so much. Thank you.

Hello!

♪ Your sister thinks that I'm a freak ♪

♪ She's been ignoring my calls we haven't spoken in a week ♪

♪ I get so drunk that I can't speak ♪

♪ Yeah, nothing's working and our future's looking bleak ♪

♪ And I said

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ Three beers and I'm so messed up ♪

♪ Get drunk and I can't shut up ♪

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ She says that I drink too much ♪

♪ I'm fucked up and she hates my guts ♪

♪ She says I need to grow up

♪ I'm driving fast to get away ♪

♪ Doing 180 on the Dog Alley Parkway ♪

♪ Yeah, I'd be better off dead ♪

♪ I don't give a shit

♪ I just don't wanna die and I don't wanna look upset ♪

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ Three beers and I'm so messed up ♪

♪ Get drunk and I can't shut up ♪

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ She says that I drink too much ♪

♪ Fucked up and she hates my guts ♪

♪ She says I need to grow up

♪ I drink till I'm staring at the ceiling ♪

♪ I'll be just fine I'm numb and losing feeling ♪

♪ I can't tell lies anymore

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ Three beers and I'm so messed up ♪

♪ Get drunk and I can't shut up ♪

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ She says that I drink too much ♪

♪ Fucked up and she hates my guts ♪

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ I just don't know what to do ♪

♪ I'm still fucked up over you

♪ [Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]

♪ She says that I drink too much ♪

♪ Hawaiian red fruit punch

♪ She says I need to grow up