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- The ideas were so strange to people

that they even provoked strange names,

Strange names like the many-worlds interpretation

of quantum mechanics or the Darkest Timeline theories.

But the actual idea's really simple.

There's a certain probability that something happens

and we'll be in the right universe to witness it.

And there's another probability that something else happens

and we're in the right universe to see that happen.

And every possibility spawns its own complete universe.

But terrifyingly enough,

these universes are coexisting and could, at any moment,

meet up and violently extinguish one another.

Observation elevates a single lowly possibility

into the only possible reality,

a single collective memory;

but for that to happen, someone has to observe it.

- Ouch!

Damn it.

Ow.

Hey, Calvin,

do you think anyone would even remember a scene like this,

I mean, if none of us were here to record it.

- Maybe.

- Yeah, but if they did,

I bet they'd remember it differently.

- Yeah, Vic,

everybody everywhere always never remembers it right.

- Do you think wrong would be better or worse, though?

- Striking!

- My name is Blacky, and I dress in brown.

My band on the stage loves their desert beige.

You know, we've played in almost every town.

We've played in saloons and dance halls

and houses of ill-repute.

We've even played a hotel and bank opening or two,

but we ain't never played christening a brand-new city.

They're gonna be bringing the railroad here.

They're gonna be building a brand-new prison.

There's gonna be new houses and there's gonna be schools,

and jobs, all kind of stores.

By the end of this song,

you shall be transported, as if by magic,

you're welcome

to the newly incorporated city of Yuma, Arizona.

On beat this time.

- Hey, you notice how everyone around here

is at that show tonight, right?

- Yeah.

- Well,

that means no one's back here then, right?

- Frank, remember what happened last time.

- Oh, relax, Bruno.

I'm just making an observation.

- Okay, well, you've observed.

Now, let's go find a place to clean

with a better view of the stage.

- Ain't you tired of shoveling shit for $2 a day?

- It's better than shoveling shit for $1 a day.

- If we had some money,

we'd be like him up on that stage.

- It's not that easy, Frank.

- Still, if we had starter money-

- Hey, Frank.

- Still.

Let's go get a better view, then.

Lead the way, compadre.

- Let's go over there by the fireworks, eh, Frank?

Yeah, Frank?

Hey, Frank?

♪ Living high ♪

♪ Above a windmill ♪

♪ Angel high ♪

- Why don't you carry this box now?

- I don't like carrying that box.

- I have to carry this.

- Last time you yelled at me

because I broke the goddamn gold one in there.

You need to clasp that tighter,

whatever you call it.

- You hold this.

It's creeping me out. - All right, fine.

I'll, I'll take the box.

- Shit.

Oh, damn it.

Oh shit.

- Hold it right there, son.

- I'm holding it,

but it isn't what it looks like.

- Oh yeah?

So you're not robbing the outfitter

while everybody's looking the other way?

- Of course not.

No, I was just working and my shovel broke.

- Only thing broke is the lock on the back door.

- Bought that shovel here earlier today,

and it weren't no good.

So I thought it'd be fair, came back, got a refund.

If you don't mind,

I'm gonna take this refund and be on my way.

- Damn you, boy,

you do not wanna do that.

- Like I said, I'll be on my way now.

- Everybody get back!

He is armed, and he is dangerous.

Stop before you make this worse on yourself, boy.

I do not wanna shoot but I will.

Last goddamn warning boy.

Oh.

Ooh.

- Why'd you trip me?

- I didn't wanna see you die again.

- Is he finished playing already?

That seems a bit early to me.

I could have sworn there was the third song in that set.

The question is:

Which of these universes extinguishes the others?

Will Blacky live to play that third song?

His past says he doesn't but his future says he does.

Every single observation creates its own little bang,

a whole new universe expanding outward

from an individual experience,

disorganized and wild and exciting.

So what we do is we recorded it

through songs and photographs

and drawings and paintings.

The greater the artifice,

the more the detail;

the more the detail, the less the uncertainty.

And then eventually a hand rendered memory is immutable,

then I get involved.

I wander through these infinite takes

and finally stitch the bits and pieces from your timeline

into one single collective memory.

♪ How can you not ♪

♪ Forget me not ♪

But Blacky's last show isn't fixed yet.

♪ There is a black that is deeper than night ♪

♪ There is an eye that can see in this light ♪

♪ Sacred eye ♪

♪ Take a hike ♪

♪ Bless the eye ♪

♪ Kvmbia Okvlt ♪

♪ Bless the mind ♪

♪ Kvmbia Okvlt ♪

♪ Lift the lie ♪

♪ Kvmbia Okvlt ♪

♪ Mystify ♪

- Frank,

I'm happy to say today you are somebody else's problem.

You have served your debt to the great Arizona territory.

We cabled your friend,

but there are no clothes for you.

- I think they threw out the overalls

'cause they smelled like horseshit.

- So all we got is this knife,

gun,

and this hat.

- At least you got this nice hat.

- Sign here.

- Sign it,

otherwise you're welcome to wait in the yard

with the others, while we, uh,

look for your pants, amigo.

- You can't be serious.

Can I at least have a piece of string?

Where's Bruno?

- Well, I don't know.

I don't really care.

- Hey, uh, uh, I'm here for Frank.

I'm looking for my friend, Frank.

This telegram says he was to be released today.

- You, uh, immigrants ain't so good with English.

So he was transferred before release, back to Yuma.

Yeah, you're gonna have to go pick up your friend

from the new territorial prison,

that's about 200 miles away.

- Fuck!

- Your horses ain't looking so good in the sun either.

They're not gonna make the trip, I don't think.

- Oh come- - It's okay.

You and I will make trade.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Sometimes I think about going home.

Sometimes home ain't always home.

- What is home, really, if you think about it?

- I think it's a place you wanna go.

- Yeah.

- So what if you don't want to go there?

Yeah.

I think the rules back here suit me better.

You know what I do miss at home?

- What? - The music.

- Oh yeah.

Yeah, I miss that too.

You know what happened to me the other day?

- Uh?

- I caught myself humming a song,

and somebody overheard it.

- Yeah. - Something,

I think it was Led Zeppelin.

I started humming,

I started doing "Stairway to Heaven" shit,

kind of like, you know what I'm saying?

- All right. - Thinking to myself.

- You were grooving. - Kind of moving along.

And then this woman came up to me and she's like,

"Did you write that?"

And I was like, "Fuck, yeah.

I wrote that shit."

Dude, we could make some money doing that shit.

Think about that.

No, really, think about that.

We, we start, we start getting famous.

We start...

Think of all the shit that's already been done,

we can use that.

- You could even invent the light bulb wide bulb.

- Oh yeah.

Now you're talking!

Yeah!

Man, we got, what, light bulbs,

we got Led Zeppelin.

What else we got?

We should start a list.

You got a in pen here?

- Here's to the future.

- Here's to the future.

- Hold on, hold on. Stop it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

I'm just gonna stop this right here.

I admire the tenacity of these two dimwits,

but their futility is really frustrating.

These hapless fools went back in time

with that same stupid plan of finding a hit song

before it got possible, in fact,

that's what got them stuck here;

it has been recorded, it can't be changed.

When this all starts 100 years from now,

Depew isn't so bad and neither was Colfax.

In fact, the first few 100 times they tried to go home,

they were even friendly;

but 1,000 failures later,

they still don't sell that damn song.

- Bruno!

- Frank?

- Hey, Bruno, is that you?

- Yes, Frank.

Frank, it is me.

Oh, Frank, three years- - Oh my God.

- And two days.

- Where have you been the last two days?

- Oh, I went to the wrong jail, Frank?

- How the hell do you go to the wrong jail?

- Oh, forget that.

I'm here now.

- Whatever. Just tell me you brought me my clothes.

- Frank?

- You didn't bring any clothes?

- You did not ask.

- I have been in prison the last three years.

Did it not occur to you

that maybe I'd want change of clothes?

- Frank.

- No, man.

You don't understand what I've been through.

- Yes, I do.

- I've been in prison.

- I know.

And sometimes the opposite of a prison

is still a prison, Frank.

- Whatever.

Where's my horse?

- Oh yeah. Yeah.

Uh, there's your horse.

- That ain't a horse!

- Well, it's an African horse.

- I hate these stripes.

- What?

- I hate these damn prison stripes.

And I hate this damn striped horse.

- Oh hey.

I can't do anything about the horse, Frank,

but maybe I can help you with the clothes.

Take a look.

♪ Your heart ♪

♪ And if it's true ♪

Hey.

♪ High above a windmill ♪

♪ Birds eye view of you ♪

♪ Seeing all that you do ♪

♪ If the heart is true ♪

♪ Living high above saguoros ♪

♪ I could be kind ♪

♪ I suppose ♪

♪ Give you time to expose your heart ♪

♪ And if it's true ♪

♪ Forlorn, forlorn ♪

♪ Goodnight ♪

♪ Until the morn ♪

♪ Our love's a lie ♪

♪ But it's worn out ♪

♪ Living high above the windmills ♪

♪ But I'll be with you ♪

- You two boys nearly gave me a heart attack.

- Ma'am, we didn't mean to startle you.

- You didn't startle me, you scared me.

Any idea why?

You're trespassing on my land,

you're wearing prison stripes.

- Oh about that, ma'am,

I'm free and clear.

They just, well, lost my clothes.

- I don't know about that.

- He's telling you the truth, ma'am.

- Maybe he is, maybe he isn't.

What do you boys want?

- These trousers.

I wanna buy these trousers.

- Well, here's the thing.

My dearly departed husband

doesn't really have need for those trousers anymore.

- So we can buy the trousers?

- Life is just a long series of eliminations

of what you don't want.

- So, so you don't want the trousers?

- No, I don't want the husband.

- Bruno, how much money have we got?

- Oh. Oh.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

Just take 'em.

- Yeah?

Thank you.

And thanks to your husband.

God rest his soul.

- Oh, save the Sunday school shit.

He ain't dead.

He just departed from here three days ago with some young,

thieving pirate of a woman.

- They're pretty good.

Yeah.

You don't have a shirt too, do you?

- Nah, I already got rid of those.

- So you just kept the trousers.

What were you planning on doing with them?

- No, not plannin' nothing.

Plannin' just insults the future.

- Thank you for the trousers.

- We'll be on our way now.

You, you have a good, good, good day.

- Time travel's fickle,

it doesn't always happen.

Of course there's a science to it, a portal to traverse,

but you also need a human signal,

an urgency from deep within,

a desire for a different outcome

so overwhelming that it, well,

it emanates an energy.

Frank went to prison with nothing, almost nothing,

and now Bruno believes Frank got Blacky killed.

It's a fixed reality

that Frank's heart cannot accept,

he needs Bruno to believe him.

This insistence begins to vibrate deep inside Frank.

His need to find Blacky alive is powerful

because his need for Bruno is powerful.

- Where are we going?

- East.

- Why are we going east?

- It's too dry out here.

- Cheer up.

It'll be monsoon season soon.

- Yeah, but they never make it this far

into the desert anymore.

Nothing is as good as it used to be before.

- Before what?

- Before you went to jail,

before we left Yuma and Blacky got dead.

- Blacky ain't dead.

- Sure, he is.

- No, he ain't.

- You and I both saw him die.

He got shot 'cause of you, Frank.

- You listen to me.

Ain't nobody got shot back there.

I went to jail but nobody got dead.

- You know the Marshal shot him

on account of you broke into that store, Frank.

- It ain't how I remember it.

- You don't remember too good.

- We'll find Blacky.

Huh?

- Do you see that?

- Yeah, I'm looking right at it.

♪ As I behold ♪

♪ 'Yond evening star ♪

♪ But yet ♪

♪ It holds not me ♪

♪ Not me ♪

♪ This morn I'll climb ♪

♪ 'Yond misty hills ♪

♪ Roam the pastures through ♪

♪ How dense the fog ♪

♪ Before my path ♪

♪ Amidst ♪

♪ The Deep eye dew ♪

♪ Deep eye dew ♪

♪ When the red bird spread his sable wings ♪

♪ And showed his... ♪

- Oh, this is pointless.

They are lost.

- I mean, you can't find your own way

looking into someone else's eyes.

- We still got a job to do

♪ In both I read thy name ♪

♪ This morn ♪

♪ I climbed the misty hill ♪

♪ Roamed the pasture through ♪

♪ How dense the fog ♪

♪ Before my path ♪

♪ Amidst ♪

♪ The deep eye dew ♪

♪ Deep eye dew ♪

♪ Oh deep eye dew ♪

- Hey, you know that's not a horse.

It's a zebra.

- What is a zebra?

- Your horse.

That's what zebra is.

- Hey, do I know you?

- You two look back east.

- Of course we do.

We are from back east.

- How far back?

- Michigan.

or thereabouts.

- Oh no, I mean further back east.

- What, like Boston?

We've been to Boston.

- No, you look like Englishmen, like colonizers,

all adorned in your way back east plaids.

- We ain't colonizers, lady.

We're salesmen.

- That's just a surrogate for colonizers.

- Yeah.

What does surrogate mean?

- It's just fancy talk

for someone who's a temporary version of someone else.

- And if you think about it,

technically we're all just temporary versions of ourselves

till the real one arrives.

- Will you kindly get your ass outta my face?

- Eat your damn food.

- Is this bacalao?

I had this in Lisbon,

so that's a high bar.

Cookie?

- What is, uh, bacalao?

- It's all cod, salted, dried,

dehydrated and cooked up.

- I don't eat fish.

- What do you mean you don't eat fish?

- This is the desert.

I don't trust fish out here.

- At least have an olive.

- Well, I can't now.

- It is poor form to take the last piece of group food.

- Yeah, so this guy ate the last one I could have eaten.

- Bullshit.

- I guess I'll just take some cheese.

- Where are your manners now, kiddo?

- What?

- Colfax here don't like that boardinghouse reach shit.

- Can I please have the cheese?

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- You know, the Vikings don't have a word for please.

When they don't kill you, it means the same as please.

- They were gonna call this town Equipment,

but then they didn't.

A seagull flaps its wings

over the blue ocean waves,

causing an imperceptible breeze.

That breeze becomes a current

and the current becomes a storm!

And the town that could have been called Equipment

evaporates.

And the butterflies all starve,

and so does everything else.

And it all repeats,

but just a little different each time,

like a Mobius strip turning in upon itself

until it finally compromises

and the landscape records the way it sounds.

- Do you believe in ghosts?

Of course you do, everyone does.

We all find patterns in the chaos around us,

we make sense of things

whether they actually make sense or not.

Once we believe in those patterns, we give them a face,

we edit the details into one coherent narrative;

right then at that moment,

a ghost is born.

And sometimes a ghost has a specific purpose,

like this ghost.

He's here to help Bruno and Frank make sense

of their own chaos

and maybe even help 'em find who they're looking for.

- Maybe if one morning

the two of you didn't get outta bed,

maybe this wouldn't be Gila Bend,

and maybe I would have to buy my own drink.

But since you did get outta bed this morning, step this way.

- Okay, Father, I will buy you one drink.

- What will it be, Father John?

- Three whiskeys, Johnny boy.

Big feller's paying.

Salute.

- Salute.

- John, you got that guitar back there.

- Oh, why you want that, Mr. John?

You know it's broke.

- Just give it over!

That's my boy.

You know, everybody knows that song don't go like that.

- Mr. John, what exactly do you and everyone know about it?

Huh?

Damn guitar can't even hold a tune.

It slides out faster than a mortal man can strum it.

- Oh, come on, fellers, not that again.

- You know, if you weren't a man of God-

- Yes, John, what would you do?

- That's what I'd do.

John, I think I just invented a new way to play guitar.

- Johnny boy, you didn't invent nothing.

- We're looking for someone.

- Father John says you know Blacky.

- Of course. I mean, he plays around here all the time.

- You know where we can find him?

- Well, he is here and there.

I mean, he plays in Flagstaff

when the weather's nice.

An, uh, you know, come to think of it,

I haven't heard from him in while.

- Enough!

I have had a bad day.

And I cannot abide this dissonance one moment more.

Black's in Tucson.

- Tucson.

- I got a boat to catch.

- I told you Blacky ain't dead.

- You boys care for another round

while I clean up around here?

- Uh, no.

- Hmm?

Where'd the horses go.

They were back here.

I, I'm sure of it.

- You two lose something?

- No, we're fine.

- So you didn't lose a horse and a zebra?

- Did you see what happened?

- Some shooting in the saloon,

it spooked the animals.

They went that way.

- Why didn't you stop them?

- They weren't mine to stop.

You want help finding them?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- On foot.

- I'll ride slowly.

Knock that off.

Whistling at night calls in bad spirits.

Keep up, guys.

We gotta push on before we camp.

- Are you sure our horses went this way?

- You got a better idea?

You don't have to come with me.

- No. Things just don't work out that well for us.

We second guess a lot.

- Oh, "Things just don't work out for us."

- Well, they don't.

I spent three years in jail,

ain't nothing out here to come back to.

- Hey.

- Except him.

- Yeah?

My family's all dead.

- It's been a while since I've left my home.

I'll probably never get to go back.

- This is supposed to be the land of opportunity,

a place where you work hard, you land some land,

make some money and...

Opportunity right there in front of me.

- No opportunity is also the opposite of opportunity.

- I don't understand.

- All that land you work to work,

where you think it comes from?

- Just out here.

- What about the people already here?

- There's plenty of land for us and them too.

- Yeah.

Why them kill all us to take it?

- Bruno and I didn't kill anybody,

and we ain't got no opportunity neither.

- You two can't imagine what's ahead

but you two need to hurry now.

- What?

How are we gonna find our horses

if we keep rushing through here.

- We ain't gonna find your horses.

- And how are you so sure?

- Because bandits took 'em.

I saw it.

- What?

- You lied to us?

- I didn't wanna ride this road alone.

You two were going this way,

anyway. - Damn it!

- The bandits with your horses did go this way.

I'll get you new ones.

- It's too late to go back now.

- Some things, if you think about it, it repeats the same.

And sometimes there's a shift,

that's why I come back to the idea that it was my left

now it's my right.

I'm gonna lose a goddamn foot the next time.

Have you ever noticed how

it's like a loop?

You see all the circles around us all the time?

I'm starting to notice circles everywhere

now that I think about it.

It's like we're in this cup, right?

Like, this is me.

- Yeah.

- Right?

This is you.

- Alrighty.

- Right?

See how we moved?

- Yeah. You sank and I floated.

- No, I think that's me actually.

But my point is- - What's your point?

- There's move...there's movement, circular.

So do I come back up?

Do you sink first?

Do I sink last?

Does it come back around?

When does this finally empty itself?

That's when I wanna know.

- When you drink it.

- Yeah.

We taste like shit.

- You didn't drink one of them black ones, did you?

- Yeah. Why?

- The moon rises and then the sun downs,

and then the sun rises and the moon downs.

Kinda makes you wonder what happened first, huh?

Well, it's a trick question.

There's no such thing as before or after in a loop,

just a simple repeating circle.

There is a rhythm to it,

but sometimes it expands just a little bit,

slips slightly out of time.

And some slips are one way trips.

Colfax and Depew have the urgency to go back

but they don't have the means.

They want Frank to show them the way,

but that moment's already fixed.

When you can't change time,

it almost certainly will change you.

It can even drive you mad.

Every step forward and takes you closer to the beginning.

I just wish they all would have picked

a better starting point.

- Don't eat more than your share.

- Don't worry.

It's not that good.

- Mm.

Nah, thank you.

- You don't like whiskey?

- They say never drink after a White man,

you might catch something.

- But I, I am not sick.

- Of course you are.

You carry what all your kind carries.

- What is that?

- Greed?

Hey, square head, I'm kidding.

Hand me that bottle.

- Hey, are you sure we can eat these?

- Of course you can.

Make sure you scrape off them needles.

- I did most of it already.

- You guys really didn't bring anything to eat?

It's a wonder you made it this far.

- It tastes like, uh, raw peas.

- Is that good?

- It ain't bad, I guess.

- Did you eat them stripped ones?

- I tried 'em all.

- Why? Is it bad?

- Uh, some can, uh, affect you.

- Hey, Linde,

you know about them stars?

- Like how?

- Like the pictures they make.

- You mean constellations?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Constellations.

- Not really.

That's the Big Dipper right there.

And that one points north.

- Oh, I see it.

You guys hear that?

It sounds like a locomotive in the sky.

- No, just you.

- I have to to pee.

- It's time.

- Time for what?

- Well, this time, it's always the same time,

it never changes.

- So what?

- So if we can stop him now,

this will be their last time.

- Okay then.

- Clock's ticking.

- Somebody stop the fucking clock already.

- You're gonna sleep with that thing around neck?

- I sure am.

You know, I stole it three years ago.

I haven't even had a chance to load it yet.

You know, I don't even know what kind of bullets it takes.

I'm not how much of a gun fighter.

- Here.

Maybe one of these works.

- Whoa.

Where did you find them?

- Hmm, here and there.

I don't like to see things go to waste.

- You know, uh,

havin' a bag of bullets with no gun is, uh, weird, right?

- And wearin' a pistol without any bullets

is pretty weird too?

- What, what kind of bullet's that?

- I don't know.

- Let's see if one of them fits.

- Maybe Bruno knows.

- Yeah. He's been gone a while.

Yeah.

- Shh. Quiet.

Hold that gun like it's loaded.

- Well, it kinda is.

- Damn it, Frank, look meaner!

- Hey, who's out there?

- Hey.

- Bruno?

- Hey, hey, hey, it's me.

Don't shoot.

- You guys.

Okay, you guys can have half of our food,

leave the whiskey,

and be on your way.

I just got out of jail.

And I ain't, ain't afraid of a fight.

Uh-huh.

What are you gonna do?

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.

What's so funny?

- Just tell us where it.

- Or we'll kill you in five.

- What?

- Four.

- No, it doesn't have to be like this.

- Three.

- Frank, Frank.

- Two.

- Told you.

- One.

- Damn it, Depew.

- I shot my fucking hand.

- Frank. Frank.

Oh, goddamn it, Frank.

Get back here and help me!

Frank!

And you,

you uh...roll over.

- That ain't necessary.

I ain't going anywhere in this condition.

- Yeah, I said roll over!

Do it!

Okay.

Put your hands on your back.

Stay there.

- Okay, not so tight.

- Okay. Okay.

Now, uh, now you stand up.

- Will you gimme a little help here?

Jesus.

- Now go sit by your friend.

- Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Now, uh, now you help me tie his hands together.

- Well, how am I supposed to do that

after you've already hogtied me, your moron.

- Oh.

- By God!

His hand's all blowed off.

Now, why don't you just untie me then I'll help you

and then you can tie me back up.

The way you want to do it is just plain stupid.

- Yeah? Yeah?

Well, well,

the way I want to do it is how we are going to do it, okay?

So just hold his hands together.

- You're gonna tie his bloody stump to me?

- Yes, that is exactly what I'm about to do!

Just let me think.

- Just untie me.

- No, your, your friend will untie you when he wakes up.

- If he wakes up.

- When he wakes up, uh.

- It's too cold off here,

so you you need...

Here's a blanket to stay worn.

Yeah?

And- - Much obliged.

- Here. You can have the whiskey.

Oh no.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah? Okay.

I will leave the bottle right here,

so do not knock it over.

- We will find you again.

- Yeah?

Yeah?

That is impossible.

You see, we don't even know where we're going,

so how could you?

Huh?

- We always do.

- Frank!

Frank!

- We always find you.

- Frank!

Frank!

- Colfax,

it ends here.

- Who the hell are you?

- It doesn't matter who I am.

I'm here to tell you they ain't worth it.

- Stranger, you don't scare me none.

- I'm not here to scare you.

I'm here to stop you.

- Well, then kill me.

Come on, kill both of us.

That's what I'd do if I was in your boots.

Then, you ain't gonna do shit.

- Good thing I'm not you.

If you go to Yuma, you'll regret it.

- Depew, did you hear that?

- Yeah, I've been awake this whole time.

- So?

- So I guess we're going to Yuma again.

Ow!

Fuck!

- What are we doing?

- What do you mean?

- We don't have anything you want.

- It's like Tom and Jerry,

cat and mouse.

If the cat ever stopped chasing the mouse,

he'd stop having a purpose in life.

- Fuck Tom and Jerry.

- Yeah, I'm too old for this.

- Hey, you,

turn around!

Frank!

Frank!

- Frank!

Frank!

Hey, what are you doing?

- You, you're dead.

- I'm fine.

- You know, maybe,

maybe you're not.

- Not fine?

- Not dead.

- Okay.

Uh, have you seen Linde?

- Um, may, maybe she took the horse.

- Okay, let's go then.

- You know, Linde told me how to find north

from the stars.

- So can you do it?

- No, I can't remember exactly what she said.

And these stars keep moving.

- You should have eaten that cactus.

- Who ate me? What?

- Do you smell that? - What? What?

What?

That's cow shit.

- Yes.

And where there's cow shit, there's civilization.

- Whoa!

Oh, nevermind.

This is my hat.

- Oh.

Oh.

I'm gonna just...

I'm gonna just close my eyes for a little bit.

- My name is Estevan.

I don't know your story;

but if you hand over the irons,

I'll get you cleaned up,

take you up to my place

and let you tell me what you're doing out here,

otherwise you could take this canteen

and be on your way now.

- Hey, Estevan, you hear that?

Sounds like a war party to me.

- That's old country music.

- It doesn't sound like any country music I ever heard.

- That's 'cause you've never been to my old country.

Prison stripes, eh?

- I'm not dangerous or anything-

- He didn't kill anybody.

He just tried to rob a store, got Blacky killed.

- That's crazy.

Blacky isn't dead.

- It was an accident, and he didn't pull the trigger,

but it was your fault.

- That ain't the way I remember it.

- Well, maybe you're wrong, Frank,

to ever think of that.

Just once I will show you, you are not always right.

- All right, that settles it.

You all can stay for the night,

but then you gotta be on your way.

- Hey, before we go, can I ask you a question?

How'd you all reinvent yourselves

coming into this new country.

- There's no such thing as reinventing yourself.

All's you can do is invent something new,

there's not re about it.

- Then why listen to the old music?

Doesn't it remind you of the past?

- Forgettin' the past don't make it go away,

but rememberin' it can stop it from repeatin'.

I'll draw you up a couple of baths.

You both stink.

- Of course.

I could stay here forever.

- We fall madly in love with people we meet every day,

from the moment we first look upon them.

But most of the time that's as far as it goes.

- Sometimes it goes further.

- Either way, it usually fades.

- Hey, Frank, so, so, someone is outside.

- Ugh.

Tie that onto something.

- What for?

- Just tie it onto something so you can climb down.

- But, uh,

I, I am naked.

- Yeah, so am I.

- Well, get dressed.

I'm here to save you.

- Why?

- Aren't you kidnapped by bandits.

- No.

We are taking baths of our own free will.

- Yeah. Come on in.

Water's fine.

- I don't know why we had to leave at night.

- Because we are in Arizona.

- It's more comfortable at night.

- Rode all day in the heat looking for you two.

I came back after the hold up.

- You came back for us?

- And she bought us horses from the ranch.

- Of course I did.

We're partners.

Help me get back what's mine,

you keep the horses.

- Come on.

Padre.

- Huh, huh, huh?

Oh, Linde.

Take those goddamn hats off in my goddamn church,

goddamn the pair of you.

- I apologize, Father.

- Meet, Bruno.

- Hello, son.

- Oh, yes, uh, we have...

We've met.

- No, no, we haven't.

- All right, enough talk.

Let's get started.

- Started?

- Well, don't you wanna wait for the guests?

- They're all here.

- All right then, uh...

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today in the sight of God

to celebrate- - Faster.

- But normally I, I like to do a little reading.

- Well, skip it.

- Okay. Okay.

- Lillian Riggs, do you take this feller...

What's your name again?

- Oh, Bruno.

- Bruno what?

- Bruno Erickson.

- Lillian Riggs,

do you take Bruno Erickson

to be your lawfully wedded husband?

- Yes, I do.

- Bruno Erickson,

do you take Lillian Riggs to be your lawfully wedded wife?

- Oh.

Uh, I, uh, I, I, uh,

I, I don't even have a ring.

- Well, I do.

- Uh, yeah.

Um, Linde.

- Well, do you?

- I, I, I, I guess I do.

- Then kiss.

- Roll sound.

- Rolling.

- Roll camera.

- Rolling.

- Thank you.

- Ah.

- Thanks, Padre.

- Well, ain't that a fine fixed point.

- It's all on tape.

- All right. Let's move on.

- What has just happened?

- You just got hitched.

- All part of the plan.

- So we're not really married?

- Oh, I didn't say that.

- Ms. Riggs, I made it exceedingly clear

that I cannot,

no, I will not.

That, that, legally speaking,

that land cannot be deeded to a non-U.S. citizen.

- But Mr. Brown.

- Your father, Mr. Riggs,

he was a Christian man.

He lawfully held that claim.

But you are not a Christian and you are not a man,

it is dangerous territory

that is better suited for management

by the city officers and their surrogates.

- You mean you plan to steal my land?

- I mean that...

I am the steward of that property, legally,

unless a legal citizen can make a legal claim.

- But, uh- - But nothing.

Now, please, exit my office before I call the sheriff.

- Mr. Brown.

- Make it quick, Ms. Riggs.

- This is my husband, Bruno.

It appears you have some paperwork to do.

- Partners.

Left me out in the street like a horse.

- No offense intended.

- Oh, come on, Frank.

- Where?

- The saloon.

My wife is buying.

♪ If you ever leave this town ♪

♪ Will I never ♪

♪ See you around and your footsteps ♪

♪ Soft, soft sound ♪

♪ By the light of the silvery moon ♪

- Hey, Frank.

Oh, yeah, you come here.

- Put me down.

What's wrong with you?

- Oh.

- We've been here way too long.

- What?

- We're supposed to be looking for Blacky.

- Oh, yeah, we will, Frank, but-

- But what?

- Well, maybe finding Blacky

doesn't matter so much to me anymore.

- We're partners.

We're supposed to be looking for him

right now. - Yeah,

then maybe I went looking for him

just so I could find her.

- So I guess we're done here?

- Yeah, yeah, sorry.

- That's okay.

Let's go to my place.

- When are we gonna get there?

- What do you mean?

This is it.

- But it's all cactus and sand.

- And a house.

- A house?

- And an arc.

- Like a boat?

- No. - Like an angle.

- More like a vortex.

- Huh?

- Natural bridge.

- Like an archway.

- Mm, more like a doorway.

- Come on.

I'll show you some time.

- Hey, Linde,

why'd you take Bruno into that law office?

- To get the deed.

- No, I mean, why'd you take him and not me?

- Because Orville Brown doesn't like brown people.

And you're kind of an idiot.

- What would you do?

- Chickens.

- Really?

Chickens?

- Or gold.

Maybe I'll pan for gold.

- Just like that, huh?

Three years in prison, five years before that,

and we're done.

- It's not like that, Frank.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't, Frank.

- Ever since you got married.

- I did not know I was going to do that.

- It's fine.

She, she's great.

Really great.

- Goodnight, Frank.

- No need to panic.

I'm not here to hurt you.

- This is my house now.

And ain't no one gonna scare me out of it.

- When the time comes,

you'll know what to do with these.

- Get out.

- And don't let Frank go alone, please.

- Where's Frank's horse?

- Probably with Frank.

- I didn't mean for this to happen.

- Maybe this is how it was meant to be.

- Nothing's meant to be,

especially this.

- Then why am I here?

Out of all the people you could have married.

- You're here 'cause you and Frank got your horses stolen.

- Yeah. You just happened to be there?

- Coincidence.

- Well maybe sometimes a coincidence

is the opposite of a coincidence.

- Nope.

Coincidences are just coincidences.

You and Frank,

you're something different.

Now, you give each other purpose.

You chose each other;

you and me, we didn't.

This is just paper;

without it, we aren't married anymore.

You're free.

I'm free.

- I, I thought I...

I thought that-

- No, you were wrong.

Go find your friend.

- Okay.

We don't need that.

Oh.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hmm?

- Hey. Hey, Frank.

Frank, wake up.

You scared me to death.

Frank, wake up.

Frank, it is already midday and you have to wake up.

Okay, have it your away.

Let's get you up.

- Get off!

- Hey, hey, look behind you.

- What? - Hey, just turn around.

Yeah.

Do you think that is it?

- It's what?

- Linde's arc.

- She said it was a door.

- That was a metaphor,

I think.

- There's one way to find out.

- Hey, wait.

- Thank, thank you for coming back.

- Yeah, Frank.

Hey wait, wait.

Frank.

- Yeah, just a plain archway.

It didn't go anywhere.

- Oh.

Gee.

Still it gives me the creeps.

- So what about, uh, you and Linde?

- Let's just find Blacky, partner.

- Well, there it is.

A simple event is now made complicated.

This is why Blacky's fate is so divided.

Frank and Bruno aren't even on the same timeline anymore.

All right.

We'll just have to adjust th script to make sense of it all.

- Hey, Frank.

Frank. - What?

How did we get

to wherever we're now? - Oh,

you hit your head pretty hard at the arc, Frank.

But I found Blacky.

And you were right.

- What do you mean found, Blacky?

- I mean,

if we scoop horseshit for the mayor,

we can watch Blacky perform.

- What? - He's alive.

Up there in a few minutes.

They promised rooms for us too.

Frank.

Hey, yo.

- Oh.

No, I'll be right back.

- You know, maybe we don't have to do this again.

Maybe Brown handled it.

- No, he didn't.

How do you know?

- Because if he did, you'd still have your hand.

- You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking it's like that thing that Einstein said.

You know, you do something over and over and over again,

it's just plain fucking insanity.

- It's just trying to do something differently

that's driving us crazy.

- Yeah, you can say that again?

- Where were you?

- I've been here the whole time.

- You must have hit your head petty hard, Frank.

- Yeah.

Hey, uh, you know how, uh,

everyone is at that show right now?

- Yeah?

- That means no one's gonna be back here, right?

- Frank, remember what happened last time?

Let's go find a place to clean

with a better view of the show.

Hey, Frank?

- To the newly incorporated city, Yuma, Arizona.

On beat this time.

Frank, don't do this.

- Who are you?

It's happening again.

- Bruno!

- Linde?

- I got thinking.

- About what?

- Maybe some coincidence isn't just coincidence.

- I, uh, I've missed you too, Linde.

- Damn it, Frank!

- I shouldn't have asked you to leave.

I like you.

The way we did it was just...

We just skipped some steps.

- It's okay.

I should not have convinced myself

the marriage was real.

- We just don't know yet.

- Well, well, well,

your friend was stupid enough

to tell us where you were.

♪ I'm living high ♪

- Told you he wouldn't forget that boardinghouse reach.

And I can't hold nothing but a grudge now!

- Where's Frank?

- Last goddamn warning, boy.

Oh.

Ooh.

- Why can't you just leave us alone?

- Bruno!

Stupid left hand.

- Sorry, kid.

I just ain't got the time

- No!

No, no!

This is not supposed to end like this!

- You're right.

- You, you scared us, Frank.

Somehow you threw this bottle into the air

and managed to hit yourself in the head,

knocked you out for a good while.

Hey, uh, can you stand up?

- What?

Wait, wait, what's Linde doing here?

- I was here the whole time.

I couldn't let him come alone.

- All right.

Uh, we can be in Yuma in half a day.

- Why?

- To find Blacky.

You were right.

- Hey, Linde, can I borrow your poncho?

Hat.

- Hey Frank, can we stop acting crazy?

- Can I have the serape back?

- Hey, come on.

- Yep.

- Frank, can you hear me?

- Wait. - Hey, Frank?

- Frank, you okay?

- You blacked out again, Frank,

you had us worried.

- Don't be.

We'll be ready this time.

- Ready for what?

- Everything.

- Well, I hope you're ready to shovel manure.

- We're not doing that.

♪ At the lazy B... ♪

- I told you he ain't dead.

- Oh Frank!

- Put down the gun.

- No, you put down yours.

- Don't worry.

She ain't gonna shoot.

She ain't got it in her.

- Don't be so sure.

- Goddamn it!

- Told you.

- Honey, we've done this before.

- It has to end this way.

- What's happening?

- I couldn't shoot him.

- It's okay.

I don't think I could have pulled the trigger either.

- No!

I couldn't shoot him 'cause I never loaded the gun.

- Oh.

- Goddamn it.

We'll do it better next time.

- How did we get here to wherever we are?

- Oh, you hit yourself in the head pretty hard

back at the arc, Frank.

But I found Blacky, you were right.

- No, Bruno, you're alive.

- Oh. Yes, I am, Frank.

And so is Blacky.

And if we scoop horseshit for the mayor,

we can watch him perform.

- No, we can't do this again.

I have to stop myself.

Okay.

- No, you do not, Frank.

You stay with Bruno,

Stay a alive!

- This isn't what it looks like.

- I'm sorry.

- Bruno!

- Linde.

- No, no, no.

You gotta listen to me. - No, Linde, I, I'm sorry.

I should not have convinced myself-

- Bruno, that doesn't matter right now.

- Yes, but I am sorry, Linde.

- Bruno, you got nothing to be sorry about. All right?

I just need to leave Yuma.

You need to get outta here

before the salesmen come to find you.

- Well, well, well,

your friend was stupid enough to tell us where you were.

- I told you he wouldn't forget that boardinghouse reach.

And I can't hold nothing but a grudge now.

- Where is your friend?

- Right here.

- Oh no.

- Oh, hey.

Hey, hey, Linde.

Hey, Linde, it's, it's okay.

It's okay.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me, hey.

Yeah. Hey.

- Oh shit.

Oh

shit!

- Colfax. No, no, no.

- You're not supposed to back here.

- Eat this, kid.

I'll take care of it.

- It's okay.

- I shouldn't have eaten that cactus.

- You shouldn't have went through that arc.

- I didn't go through the arc.

- Yeah, but you will.

- How do you know that?

- Uh, I remember when you did it.

- You can't.

You can't remember something before it's happened.

- You know, time ain't a one way street.

We go back and forth.

- How?

- Ah, you know,

memories are just a side effect of consciousness.

Time is just an assumption made out of those memories.

- So-

- Memories change all the time, unless-

- Unless what?

- Unless you record it,

and then it becomes a fixed point.

- No, no, no.

I don't understand.

- Well, that's why you went through the arc.

To fix your own memories. Right?

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go. - Welcome aboard, kid.

- I shouldn't have eaten that cactus.

- Frank, everybody feels that way

the first time they hear rock music.

- That's not what I mean.

I think I'm gonna sick again.

- Oh no, Ray, really.

I remember the first time I heard Led Zeppelin,

I was sick for a week.

- Where are we going?

- It's not where, man.

It's when.

You know that music you just heard;

once it's on tape, you can't change it no more.

- So if you don't like your take,

you better let yourself know, you know?

- What?

Whoa.

What?

- Careful.

That plastic will be hot,

it's been in the sun a while.

- What?

- Hello? - Hello?

- Hello?

- Bruno? - Frank?

Hey, Frank?

Hey, can you hear me, Frank?

Do you hear me, Frank?

- Where are you?

- Come on, Frank.

Frank?

Frank?

Hey?

Hey, can you hear me?

Frank?

Oh, Frank.

- Bruno.

- Oh, Frank.

Frank, somehow you threw this bottle into the air

and managed to hit yourself in the head,

knocked yourself out for a good long while.

- Gotta make sure you're okay.

Looks like you cut yourself.

- All right.

If we do not move quick, we'll miss the show.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Linde.

- Yeah?

- You got my gun, right?

- Why?

- No, no, no.

Don't give him a gun.

- I don't want the gun.

Then what?

- I just want you to load it now.

- With what?

My mix match bullets?

- No, the new bullets.

- How do you know about those?

- It doesn't matter.

I just want you to load it this time.

- Look.

- Ya! Ya!

Ya!

- You see which way that boat went?

- You know, kid,

I had some pants just like that.

I liked those pants.

- The pants moved on.

- Well, I guess you can't change the past, huh?

- I'm not so sure about that.

- Maybe you haven't been paying attention, kid.

- Are you gonna chase the ghost ship?

- Depends.

- On what?

- When she gave you those pants, how'd she look?

- She looked lonely.

- Then no.

- No, what?

- Then no.

I'm not chasing after any damn boats.

She kept the pants and threw away the shirts.

Ah yeah.

- What does that mean?

- It means I still got half a chance.

Don't worry about the past

- Bruno.

- Yeah.

- I think you were right all along.

- About what?

- Finding Blacky doesn't matter.

- So we're not going to Yuma anymore?

- No, let's go.

- Eh.

Never liked his band, anyway.

Knock that off.

- Hmm.

That's an interesting choice.

It's high noon

and a couple of cowboys show down,

a spectacle for us but a tragedy for them.

The only way to win something like that

is not to show up.

In Schrodinger's thought experiment,

a hypothetical cat's considered

simultaneously both alive and dead

so long as no one looks in the box.

I've always hated that analogy.

There's no reason to threaten a cat,

not even hypothetical cat;

but still, it is a clever solution.

The multiple worlds aren't forced to compete

if they just avoid each other.

So the only question now is:

How long can those two cowboys keep this box shut?

- We're losing daylight.

I don't think they're gonna show.

- Well, if they don't,

I have to change the scene.

- You know, maybe it's better this way.

- All right then.

Settled.

Let's roll on this one.

- Everybody always never gets it right.

♪ Pickin' at carcass ♪

♪ With exceptional value ♪

♪ I hope it all goes well ♪

♪ I don't have to tell you ♪

♪ Here amongst the ruckus ♪

♪ We are coping to dispel ♪

♪ Your whole life is a dead thing ♪

♪ And the energy you would give it ♪

♪ You've been deprogrammed from the cult and ♪

♪ How you would live it ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm pickin' at the carcass ♪

♪ With exceptional value ♪

♪ Hoping it all goes well ♪

♪ Yeah, your whole life ♪

♪ Has been rendered ♪

♪ Now you have to only surrender ♪

♪ Pickin' at the carcass ♪

♪ With exceptional value ♪

♪ I hope that all goes well ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ I hope it well ♪

- Uh-uh.

You make us look bad when you do that.

Now just keep it going.