Original subtitles

- [Female officer] Well, congratulations!

You are now the proud owner of the second

worst terrorist attack in the U.S. history.

- Past McVeigh by several hundred.

- [Female Officer] How does it feel?

Knowing the you're never gonna see the sun again?

- Of course, you were tied to a chair.

- You must think we're idiots.

- Yes, he does.

- But we're not.

- We got testimony from your roommate.

- [Female Officer] He talked faster

than anyone I've ever seen.

Said you woke up crazy, told him he couldn't go home again.

Now what would he'd done that?

- We've got your prints on both guns.

Your prints at the congresswoman's house.

Your prints on the illegal silencer.

- Oh, and you're prints are on the remote,

the trigger on the stadium bomb.

Kidnapping, assault, torture of a police officer.

- And you killed a congresswoman of the United States.

In Texas (laughing).

- [Female Officer] It's a death-penalty state.

- The American people wants us to turn you over to them.

So they can strip the skin right off of 'ya.

- We can't do that, of course.

Even though, I would love to see it.

Do you know how many children died?

Do you know how many children died, you sick!

(door clicking open and shut)

- I just wanna know, why?

- [Jack] I want you to pretend that everything

I'm gonna say is true.

You're not gonna believe it.

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

But I want you to pretend it's true.

I've been relieving the same day, over and over again.

It started with this girl.

I saw her murdered.

It took me three or four more times

before I found her again.

I did, she didn't wanna come with me.

She'll tell you, she, she wasn't nice.

She pepper-sprayed me.

(serene music)

- (snickering) She's murdered, so she pepper-sprayed.

'Cause she was afraid.

(laughing)

Pepper spray.

Oh, sargeant's gonna love it.

(snickering)

Living another day.

(snickering)

(loud dramatic music)

- [Male lawyer] Well, you are screwed.

(clock ticking)

Second worse terrorist attack in history.

Geez, man.

But hey, even a terrorist gets a lawyer.

What a country.

What happens between us, is confidential.

I'll believe anything that you say,

no matter how unusual.

Our mutual friend says that it, will be so.

I've prepared for it.

And second, I'm here for you.

I've heard that you've been running around

doing all this stuff because you think that God picked you.

That you're in some sort of super-natural event.

Is that right?

- Mm.

- See?

I don't know that you do.

I mean, if it were me, if I believed in that,

I think it would change me.

Everything about me.

I'd walk differently.

If I knew that God had my back,

phew, what a trip.

If I were tapped in, to the super-natural,

I'd stop time, be in two places at once.

Lift cars, who knows?

The point is, I wouldn't have a gun with an oil filter.

If I really believed that, I mean really believed it,

I'd act like it.

(pen tapping) (clock ticking)

Well done.

You wanna know what I think?

I think that you,

that you like the idea of it.

But you don't really believe it.

And that, that disbelief,

that's what gotten where you are now.

I mean, I know.

I've been in your shoes.

Our friend says, if you die,

that you can change all of this.

That you could undo the damage that you've created.

I told her that I thought she sounded crazy.

And we don't use that word.

So when she says, God picked you,

I think, well, maybe, you never know.

If all you had to do was die,

and all of this started over,

do you think that it would?

- I don't know, it's Tuesday.

- [Male Attorney] Yes, it is, Tuesday, the 24th,

3:45 in the afternoon, and it's time.

(clock ticking)

What do you believe?

You take those pills, and it will hurt you

to an excruciating level.

And they'll absolutely kill you.

The guys outside, they won't care.

You're a terrorist.

But maybe, if I believed it,

like I said, I'd have to act on it.

(clock ticking)

We struggle because we do not ask.

(clock ticking)

This will be the most painful moments of your life,

don't fight it, it just makes it worse.

(dramatic music)

- [Jack] (heavy panting)

(loud moaning)

(table crashing)

(labored, painful breathing)

- (singing and humming)

(cloth snapping)

(dramatic music)

Consummatum est.

(loud dramatic music)

(birds chirping) (quiet music)

(door clicking shut)

(footsteps) (quiet music)

- Ma'am, we're here.

- Good, you have a lot to do today.

Gimmie your gun.

Wait in the car.

(gun popping)

- [Man] (labored breathing)

- You told him where I was.

(gun popping)

(shell clinking)

(dramatic music)

- [Woman] It's okay, Huck, wait outside.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hello?

- [Male voice on phone] You know who this is.

Do you want this to end today?

- How?

- [Male voice on phone] Harper Ross has to die.

(serene music)

(footsteps)

- Everything goes back to one.

I know what needs to happen now.

I don't want to, I want a different way.

But, I see now, there is no other way.

I can't put you down.

- So, what?

We war?

Forever?

Why?

- There was never need to kill you.

(dramatic music)

I was meant to restrain you.

- What?

No, hey let go, hey let go!

Hey, let go, let go!

- Okay.

- What are you doing!

- Hey, settle down!

- What are you doing, let go!

- Let go!

Uh!

- Be cool, man.

- What's, what's happening?

He's here, can't you feel, can't you feel him?

He's right there!

Let go!

No, no, no, I...

What's happening?

What's happening?

(lamp clicking on)

(dramatic music)

(footsteps)

- Is everything okay?

- Fine.

(dramatic music)

Something feels off today.

I'm just not sure what I should do, is all.

- Can I help?

- I don't know.

My clock stopped.

- Let me tell you a story about my father.

(engine roaring)

(dramatic music)

- What is this?

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

- If there was anything that I could do for you, I would.

(engine hums)

- [Man] The day is just gonna start over.

You're gonna do this again,

and again, every day, forever now?

It sounds kind of boring.

- [Jack] Not this time.

- [Visitor] My father bought us a puppy one day.

German Shepard, beautiful dog.

Smart dog, very loyal and protecting.

Over time he got bigger, and bigger.

It used to terrify the mail lady.

And he looked like he could bite you in half.

But he was sweet.

(dramatic music)

- Wha, wha, wait, guys.

Guys, let's talk about this, you know?

- C'mon.

- Make a deal.

Itchy, you don't have to.

- [Visitor] One afternoon, we were playing in the woods,

and my sister found a baby raccoon.

Picked it up, mama raccoon wasn't far behind.

And it came at my sister.

The dog got there just in time.

This was a big raccoon,

and although our dog was huge,

that raccoon left it's mark.

- Hey, c'mon.

You know, I don't know about this new little trick of yours.

Okay, but the day reset,

it's back to Monday, so what does that tell you, huh?

- That God listened to a man.

- No, no, no, no!

How are you still on that!

You're plan didn't work!

That's the point, okay, God didn't listen to you.

God ain't there.

Don't, don't you get it?

You sound like a crazy person.

- After a while, they couldn't let him out

with the children anymore.

So, my dad gets the leash,

and takes me and the dog out to the woods.

Ties the dog to a tree.

- [Man] And what did God give you, huh?

Nothing but pain.

I mean how many tries has it been?

I mean you die over and over and over.

The day resets again, and again, and again,

and all for nothing, everything's a big joke.

- And my father held my face in his hands.

And he says, "Son, you gotta be the one that puts him down."

And he handed me the rifle.

- Sit down!

(loud, dramatic music)

- (heavy breathing)

We were meant to remake the world.

You and me, I'm here, I'm with you.

We can make life.

(gun clicking)

(dramatic music) (clock ticking)

- And I did it.

(guns pop)

- (choking, gasping breathing)

(serene music)

It's all sound, and rage.

- Do you want to see?

- (choking, gasping) (bell tinkles)

(heavy, labored breathing)

And... something

- [Man] There's a weight to killing something

that contains the breathe of God.

Even for the most corrupted of creatures.

Jessica, you've been truly amazing.

Your services are no longer required.

- Are you leaving?

I was hoping that you would stay.

Or, we might need to leave.

- Truly, amazing.

- [Male voice on phone] Understand the scope

of what needs to happen here.

No screw-ups here, Paul, get it done.

(phone beeping disconnect signal)

(door clicking shut)

(dramatic music)

- I get it, Paul.

You're not such a bad guy.

You got a family, bills.

You took a cut to provide for them.

And now all the people above you are coming down.

And when they do, they're gonna bring you

right along with 'em.

You're collateral damage.

But Paul, it's coming down.

Today, this is your get out of jail free card.

Give it to the SEC guys, they're nice.

- They keep putting this in my room.

As if my office isn't small enough.

Nope, there's no windows in here, people.

The thing's gonna die.

(leaves rustling)

- It's fake, man, it's a fake tree.

- Well, that's even worse.

What's the point of a fake tree?

The women.

They're running rampant.

What, is it Christmas in here?

I mean, c'mon, what?

Uh, okay.

- It's been great, really.

- Yeah?

- [Man] How much will that give me?

- Um, what?

- Genaprox.

- A lot.

- Can you drop it by the house?

Maybe talk to my roommate, Max?

He's been talking about a little chub around the gut,

he'll be excited.

- Oh, okay.

- You two might even hit it off.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps)

- [Harper] I said I was done.

- I know.

- I meant it.

- [Jack] I know.

(rooster crowing)

- Then what do you want?

- [Jack] I was wrong, and I caused you a lot of pain.

(birds chirping)

I know now how to end it.

(rooster crowing)

- How?

- I need you to come with me.

(birds chirping) (footsteps)

(mailbox clicking open)

(birds chirping)

(mail clicking shut)

(papers rustling)

(dramatic music)

(overhead door rattling)

(footsteps)

(dramatic music)

- You came?

- So, we have a deal?

- Yes, we have a deal.

- What, no, what are you doing?

- Sorry, the only way forward.

- You said I could trust you.

You said that I could trust you!

(footsteps)

(door slamming shut)

- [Paula] So now, I'm gonna need a little insurance

on this, so you are going to stay here.

- This wasn't a part of our deal.

- [Paula] This all works out, we will have a deal.

But, you see, I don't really trust you.

You do anything stupid, so until midnight, you're mine.

(dramatic music) (footsteps)

(door buzzing, clicking open and shut)

(dramatic music) (footsteps)

- Can I help you?

- Yup, I need help finding my grandson.

I think he's in trouble.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps)

- Well, this is the unit.

- It's locked.

- I can see that.

- Wanna get a warrant?

- Yes I do, Jimmy.

- I'll call.

(footsteps) - Now when this is over,

you should come over with your wife, and you'll celebrate.

- Oh sure.

- Like Riggs and Murtaugh.

- Yeah, I'd be Riggs.

- Riggs is white.

- I'm way more like Riggs than you are.

- I can't believe we're even having this conversation.

- So what is it?

This thing between you two?

Hello?

- Whaddya mean?

- She's talking in a real peculiar way.

She says things like, "If we kill you before midnight,

"you don't die."

Crazy stuff like that.

- I don't know, she's your partner.

- Hey?

Whaddya mean?

(dramatic music)

I'm coming.

Watch him.

(footsteps) (dramatic music)

(door clicking open and shut)

(dramatic music)

(overhead door rattling)

(chains tinkle)

- [Popins] Whaddya doing?

- What?

- We struggle because we do not ask.

- I need help.

- Sitting.

- [Popins] No, no.

You sit over there, everyone stays over there,

and if you get behind me like again,

I'm gonna shoot you in your face.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps) (pistol clicking)

(Spanish music playing)

- [Male Driver] Hey man, do you need a ride?

- [Jack] Yeah.

- Hop on in.

(dramatic music)

- Warrant.

(loud, dramatic music)

(phone chiming)

(loud, dramatic music)

- What is it?

- Nothing.

(loud, dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

- [Male Driver] You sure this is where

you want me to drop you off?

- Yeah.

- [Driver] All right.

The nearest gas station is about a mile up the road.

- [Jack] Thanks.

(door clicking shut)

(quiet, suspicious music)

- Hey, where'd he go?

- He was just here.

- What did you do with him?

- Me?

- What'd you do with him?

- I've been standing here the whole time.

- Shut up.

- Don't!

- Mo, whadday wanna do?

- Popins, lower your gun, and we'll talk.

- [Woman] Tell your guys to put their guns on the ground.

- [Man] Popins, don't do anything crazy, now!

- Tell your guys, put the guns on the ground!

- Whadday wanna do?

- Popins, put your gun down, now!

- You know what?

Why don't you go to hell.

(gun popping)

(radio dispatching chatter)

(dramatic, suspicious music)

- It won't be long.

(radio dispatching chatter)

(rifle popping)

(guns blasting)

(guns popping)

(dramatic music)

- C'mon, Popins, we can talk this out!

Okay?

Let's just talk this out, all right?

(whispering on phone)

(guns popping)

- C'mon, Popins!

(guns firing)

- Mills, I mean, I don't know where you're at,

or what you're doing, but I'm about to die,

so get your butt over here!

Please!

Thornmarket and Fifth.

(gun firing)

(serene music) (clock ticking)

(footsteps)

(explosion)

(mysterious music)

- [Harper] I don't understand.

- [Jack] I'm sorry, it had to be this way.

- What way?

- [Jack] You were always gonna to die, Harper.

It was my fault.

I just assumed, I was suppose to save you.

Chubb's records are very thorough.

They're going to dig.

Don't think Faust let you out.

She didn't.

She left her mark.

If you go back now, there will be a price to pay.

Or, you can run.

You've been trying so hard to set things right.

But you can't, you can only choose what side you're on.

(serene music)

(footsteps)

- Where you going?

- [Jack] I told you, you have to die.

- No!

- [Jack] Harper Ross has to die.

So that you can live.

- [Harper] Wait!

(dramatic music) (explosion)

(mysterious music)

(rifle firing)

(gun popping)

(pistol firing)

(gun firing)

(pistol clicking)

(dramatic music)

(footsteps crunching)

- So how does it feel?

- What?

- [Paula] Betrayal.

You know, your friend gave you up.

It was actually his idea.

Now it turns out, you're not so special, after all.

Not worth saving, I guess.

- Why can't you see?

You experience a super-natural event.

But you only see what you wanna see.

- I see things for what they are.

- There's still time.

You can go back.

You can choose.

- (laughing) I expected more from you, Harper.

Well, it's been fun.

(footsteps crunching) (dramatic music)

- You can't kill me.

I just keep coming back.

(footsteps crunching)

(gun firing) (dramatic music)

- [Paula] Make sure.

(pistol popping)

(pistol firing)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- Ah, Popins!

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(mysterious music)

(gun clicking)

(mysterious music)

(gun firing)

(pistol popping)

(mysterious music)

- Umpf.

(heavy, labored breathing)

- Pops!

This isn't personal.

(pistol firing)

(heavy sobbing breathing)

(dramatic music)

(pistol firing) (serene music)

(gun firing)

(pistol firing)

(gun firing)

- (gasping)

(serene music)

You came.

- I'm your partner.

- No, don't.

Don't, don't, it's okay.

It's okay.

(serene music)

It's, no it's not.

I've done some things, things you don't know about.

And I did some things (sobbing)...

I wanted to be, I didn't want to disappoint, and you.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

- (sobbing) I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

(sobbing) (serene music)

(dramatic music)

(door clicking shut)

(mysterious music)

- Yes?

- [Assistant] We have a problem,

I'm not supposed to be talking to you,

but whatever you do, do not go home.

There's FBI men here,

they're going through all your stuff.

Your papers, your files, everything.

- [FBI Agent] You get off the phone!

And open, open--

(serene music)

- [Female voice on Phone] You've reached

Detective Popins, leave me a message.

- [Paula] I have a bag at the lake house, take me there.

(phone ringing)

- My key.

(dramatic music)

- [Radio Dispatcher] Radio, and one, en route on 45 Alexia.

Roger, I'm 2248 en route, as well.

- [Driver] Lake house is out.

Whadda wanna do?

(thud)

- Then take me to the airport.

- Hey, honey, it's me.

What?

Did they show you a search warrant?

(serene music)

(radio dispatch chatter)

Then, it's gonna be okay, all right?

Just listen, call Bill Thurston,

and he'll take care of everything, okay?

Don't talk to the police!

(radio dispatch chatter)

Baby, I can't, I can't come home.

(serene music)

I love you, baby.

(radio dispatch chatter)

(deep sigh)

(dramatic music)

(door clicks open)

(thud)

(labored breathing) (serene music)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(labored breathing)

(radio dispatch chatter)

(clock ticking) (serene music)

- [Radio Dispatch] Radio 254, come in,

we have track on Mercedes,

traveling east bound on Highway 12, mile marker 212.

- What are you doing?

- They know where we are.

- Well, how?

We in the middle of nowhere.

- [Radio Dispatch] Radio 245, come in?

Vehicle now traveling westbound, mile marker 210.

(car engine humming)

- [Paula] Why are we stopped?

- They're tracking your car.

- It's impossible.

- Well, it's happening.

(car door chimes)

(serene music)

- [Radio Dispatch] Breaker, 254, copy that.

Traveling westbound, ten mikes out.

(trunk slamming shut)

- Nothing.

- What are you doing?

- We gotta lose the car.

- That's ridiculous.

We in the middle of nowhere.

Where would we go?

(dramatic music)

- [Older Man] He said if you track his phone,

you'll find him.

I know you can do that.

- Well, sir, we can't just track anybody's phone.

- [Older Man] Oh, please.

Now, he also said that he's with Paula Faust.

- [Female Officer] Wait, what?

- [Older Man] He said if you find his phone,

you'll find her.

I didn't even know he knew her.

But, uh, he, he left me this note.

(serene music)

(gun blasting)

(footsteps crunching)

- [Jessica] Are you leaving?

I was hoping that you could stay.

Or, we might need to leave.

- Truly, amazing.

When I let go of your hand,

you may or may not remember what happened,

depending on how the loop closes.

You might just go back to your real life.

But I want you to know,

that you were one of my favorite people, so far.

(serene music)

- Um, I'm sorry.

- You tell, tell me how to get to Highway 12?

- Uh, right, it's straight down the highway,

three exits down.

Glad I could help.

(dramatic music)

- Do you need a ride, honey?

- Actually, yeah, that would be great.

(dramatic music)

(door clicking shut)

- [Woman Driver] So which way you going?

- [Attorney] I'll believe anything that you say,

no matter how unusual.

Our mutual friends says that will be so,

I've prepared for it.

Second,

(scary music) (forbidden voices)

- [Attorney Voiceover] Before I came in they searched me,

there's a pen on the table, do you see it?

- [Jack Voiceover] Yes.

- [Attorney Voiceover] Take it, picture outside this room,

there's a hall, do you see it?

- [Jack Voiceover] Yes.

- [Attorney Voiceover] At the end of the hall,

on the right, an office.

- [Jack Voiceover] Yes.

- [Attorney Voiceover] Go there, there are desk drawers.

Do you see them?

- [Jack Voiceover] Yes.

- [Attorney Voiceover] Bottom drawer.

Take the pills.

Take apart the pin.

Come back.

(forbidden, mysterious music)

Put it on the table, sit down.

- [Jack Voiceover] What is this?

- [Attorney Voiceover] This is more than

just about saving the girl.

There are creatures of glory,

and creatures of horror.

Each carries a price, but we all choose.

Now take my hand.

You will doubt this moment, until later.

I'll find you when you wake up.

- Now, I've heard that you've been,

running around doing all this stuff,

because you think that God picked you?

- Mm.

- See, I don't know that you do.

I mean, if it were me, if I believed that,

I think that would change me.

If I really believed that,

I mean, really believed it,

I'd act like it.

(dramatic music)

Well done.

(dramatic music)

(bell ringing)

(loud, dramatic music)

(footsteps crunching)

(serene music)

- Am I dead?

- No, you're very much alive.

- What are you?

- What do you mean?

- You know like, are you an-

- No.

The world isn't right, you can feel it in your bones.

There's an infernal tide.

Always creeping up.

Most people don't have a clue.

They can't, can't see it.

They don't want to see it.

And in between the people and the tide,

it's us.

Holding it back.

Breakers.

(serene music)

(footsteps crunching)

Get in.

(loud, dramatic music)

(loud, explosive dramatic music)