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(creepy orchestra music)

(baby coos)

(baby burps)

(monster oogles)

(monster growls)

(monster snores)

(baby coos)

(erie guitar music)

- I'm sorry, Claire,

but I need the weekend to make my deadline.

I'll take Amy next week.

Look, just tell her I love her and I'll call her later.

Okay, okay, bye.

- Hey, man, wait a sec.

Left your mail in my box again.

- Sorry, Henry, I'll call the post office first thing

in the morning.

- No worries. - Thank you.

- Big storm coming in.

Better stay in tonight.

- I got a lot of work ahead of me.

Good night, henry.

- Night.

(erie string music)

- There's a severe weather advisory for the next 24 hours.

Expect 25 to 30 centimeters overnight

with freezing rain to cap the morning commute.

It's gonna be a long cold night

with temperatures dropping to minus 18

with the windchill making it a bone numbing -35 degrees.

Folks, this is a nearly unprecedented extreme weather event.

The last winter storm of this magnitude on record

was the great white crush of 1978.

Will tonight's storm top those numbers?

We'll keep you posted.

So stay in, keep warm, and get rested

because tomorrow, you're gonna have to dig out.

Back to you, Rick. (erie piano music)

- Thanks, Bill.

Okay, speaking of the great white crush,

do you remember what you were doing 30 years ago today?

(music drowns out TV)

(erie orchestra music)

(erie orchestra music)

(TV statics)

(erie orchestra music)

- Hello?

- Holy shit.

- My God, what the fuck?

- How are you doing this?

- Me, you're the sick pervert.

- Whoa, pervert, I don't know how this is happening.

I just woke up and there you were.

Maybe it's the storm.

The power must've went out.

I guess our signals got crossed.

Did you lose your power too?

- Yeah, for a second.

- It's okay, relax.

Don't worry, I can't hurt you.

- Look, this isn't funny anymore.

I want to know how you're doing this.

- I'm not, I swear.

Look, my name's Matt Reid and I live here

at 144 Dunfield Court and I'm not spying on you.

- Wait, what?

- I'm not spying on you.

- No, your address.

What did you say your address was?

- 144 Dunfield Court.

- Impossible, no.

- You live here too, don't you?

- Why are you doing this to me?

- What's the date?

- What?

- The date?

- February 21st.

- The year.

- 1978, why?

- Okay, look, it's gonna sound really crazy.

I'm in your apartment right now.

- What, you're upstairs?

- but not in 1978.

I'm in my, well, I'm in our apartment in the year, 2008.

- Right, okay, then, you're nuts, goodbye.

- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

Don't switch it off.

I can prove it.

- I'm listening.

(phone beeps)

- What's your name?

- What are you doing?

- [Matt] recording our conversation.

What's your name?

- Justine. (phone beeps)

- [Matt On The Phone] What's your name?

- [Justine On The Phone] What are you doing?

- [Matt On The Phone] Recording our conversation.

What's your name.

- Justine.

- Okay, that was pretty damn cool.

If you're really from the future,

then I'm gonna need proof.

Nobody's gonna believe me.

I can hardly believe it myself.

I'm gonna get my camera.

Back in a minute.

(erie piano music) It's in here somewhere.

Found it.

What's that?

- It's a computer.

- Of course, it's the future.

- [Matt] Well, everything is smaller nowadays.

- I have got to show this to my professor tomorrow.

Want to see?

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(erie orchestra music)

So how did you get the photo?

- [Matt] It was in my mail today.

- Yeah, but who sent it to you?

- There was no return address.

Maybe you sent it to me.

- [Justine] Why would I do that?

- I don't know.

To prove this really happened.

Maybe it's the storm.

It's been snowing here for hours.

- Here too.

- That's it.

That's probably what's fucked everything up, I think.

- You have no idea where you're talking about, do you?

- No, not a clue.

You're a student, aren't you?

- Yeah, fourth year law.

- Hey, do you want to know what you're doing in '08?

- What do you mean?

- [Matt] I could type your name into a search engine

on the internet and I could tell you what you've done

in your life.

- The internet?

What's that?

- It's way too difficult for me to explain.

Anyway, you're gonna be a lawyer, right?

I can probably tell you exactly what law firm you're working

for right now.

What's your last name?

- I don't know if I really want to know.

- Come on, how bad could it be?

- All right, Justine Townsend.

Well?

- One second, hold on.

See the problem with the net is how big it is

and there's millions of possibilities.

There could be a dozen people with the same name as you.

Maybe you got married and changed your name.

Are you dating anyone now or engaged?

- No, I just got out of a really bad relationship.

- Oh, sorry.

- That's all right.

I'm gonna get more wine, then I'm gonna go pee.

(imposing orchestra music)

- Oh my God.

(appliance clicks)

(threatening drum music)

Justine!

- So what did you find out?

Am I a lawyer?

Am I married?

- Justine, you gotta get out of there!

- I'm rich.

- There's someone inside your house!

He's gonna kill you!

You have to get run for it!

- Matt, what's wrong?

- Justine, get out of there.

He's in the closet behind you.

Just get out of there!

Get out!

Get out, just go, run!

Oh, fuck, fuck! (Justine screams)

Justine!

Run, justine, run, just go!

Oh, God, Justine!

Please don't hurt her!

Don't do this!

Just let her go!

She didn't do anything to you!

Leave her alone!

Why are you dong this to her, you sick fuck?

Just let her go!

- Oh, god, no, Matt.

No!

- Hello, Henry.

(erie orchestra music)

(erie orchestra music)

- Hello, Henry.

- How do you know my name?

Where are you?

- I guess I haven't aged as gracefully as I thought.

I'm you, Henry Wilkinson.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

You're me?

Did you do this?

- I didn't believe it myself.

I thought it was crazy, but I had to find out for sure.

That's why I bought this house.

That's why you bought this house.

I'm you 30 years from now.

- I don't know where you are right now,

but when I find you, you're dead.

- No, wait, no, no.

You gotta hear me out.

I can prove I'm you.

Jenny Harlow, remember her?

- Who the fuck are you?

- Jenny Harlow lived across the street from me,

from you, when we were 12.

We had a crush on her, but she never talked to us.

- How do you know this?

- Oh, because I was there, Henry.

I'm you.

I was the one who climbed through the window every night

for a week,

and kill her,

hiding under her bed,

kill her,

in her closet,

kill her.

Remember?

- Watching her fall asleep?

- That's right, and then sneaking out

and caressing her cheek, her bare leg.

She looked so--

- So peaceful, so beautiful.

- And then that last night when we got dad's hunting knife

and stood over her.

(henry whispers)

- But I couldn't do it.

I wanted to, but I couldn't do it.

- That's right, we didn't give in.

We walked away.

- but not anymore.

What do you want for me?

- Look, I've thought about tonight for a long time.

This is happening for a reason.

We've got a second chance to do things right.

Don't kill her, Henry.

- What? - Leave.

- I just watched you.

I watched me kill him.

- Him, he had to die.

He was a nagging loose end for 30 years.

He saw us kill her, but I'm tired, Henry.

The guilt, it's too much.

It's too much, I want it to end.

I Should've never let it start.

- So I just walk away again?

- Remember Jenny?

We did it then.

If you do this, it changes everything forever,

and it's a lonely life.

- It's too late, old man.

I want this.

I want this too much to just leave.

(prison door closes) - Fine, then you better do

as I say because it's a miracle we

were never caught after her.

We made white a mess of the place.

- All right, you're the expert.

(Justine screams) (dramatic orchestra music)

- No, no, this isn't supposed to be happening, no.

(Justine screams)

(TV statics)

(erie piano music)

- [Operator] Operator, can I help you?

This is the operator.

Can I help you?

Hello, is there anyone on the line?

- [Radio Host] I know everyone's been talking

about the great white crush of '78,

but what freaks me out is that it's 30 years

to the day of that storm.

Some of you will remember that night.

I know I-- (radio clicks off)

- Come on, sweetie.

Oh, Amy, can you take this into your mom?

- Okay, daddy.

- Thanks, Honey.

Hi, can I help you?

What's this?

That's me, today?

Where did you get this?

- Thank you.

- Excuse me.

Do we know each other?

- No, we don't.

(erie piano music)

(erie orchestra music)