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He never told me why he is,

what he saw to justify
all his chaos.

Most people take z to escape,

to forget, to catch a break.

He appears taking
it to force himself

to remember something...

Or someone.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, Johnny.

Will, buddy, how's it hangin'?

I brought my girl
Michelle along.

I hope you don't mind.

Listen, Johnny, you weren't
supposed to come until Saturday.

Are you gonna be an
asshole, Willy boy,

or are you gonna invite us in?

Huh! I thought I was gonna
have to break this door in.

Hell, living the
dream, I see, will.

You got coffee?

- Babe, you want coffee?
- No, thank you.

Yeah, I'll get coffee.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Making big moves, chief,
heading down south.

Meeting with these guys tonight.

And buying zs fast as my
guy can churn them out.

Speaking of which,
you been sleeping?

Um, yeah, yeah.

See, buddy?

I got you, right?

Have I ever let you down?

No, Johnny, you
haven't let me down.

That's what I like to hear.
Another satisfied customer.

Now, anyways, my girl Michelle's
gonna be picking up my slack

while I'm wheeling and
dealing out there.

Long story short, bitch
better have my money.

You know I'm good for it.

I'm still waiting to get
paid from the last job.

Listen, Johnny, I need it.

If I don't have the
z I can't sleep,

and if I can't
sleep, I can't think

and then I'm no good to anybody

shh, shh, shh, shh.

I know you're good
for it, Willy boy.

You know I got you.

I take care of my boys.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I really appreciate it.
I promise next week.

Mm-hmm. Don't say I never
did anything for ya.

Now how about that coffee?

Yeah, yeah, I'll get you a cup.

What are you?

- Oh, oh, my!
- Johnny, what the hell,

are you really gonna
give this guy shit?

Till next week, Willy boy.

If you need anything,
Michelle will hook you up.

You got it?

Baby, can you patch him up?

I got to make these calls
before I give you this phone.

And, Willy boy, get some sleep.

You look like shit.

I'll be in the car
when you're done

prettying him up.

Hold still.

You really don't
have to do this.

Think I wanna spend anymore
time with that maniac?

He seems to think you do.

Well, people see
what they wanna see.

So, all your glances, what
did you want me to see?

Sorry, honey, I
don't date junkies.

I'm not a junkie.

I need it to sleep.

Well, I also don't date liars.

Try taking Ambien
like the rest of us.

Thank you for
sticking up for me.

Stick this.

He seemed harmless enough.

I mean gentle even.

Stable for a z addict, anyway.

And for what I know.

Hi, everyone, this is d2054.

It's been 363 days

since, um...

I've been sleeping like shit.

My dreams are, uh,

my dreams are getting worse.

They're wild and different,

um, I don't know, maybe
that's a good thing.

Um...

I met a girl, and
not that I'm saying

I'm ready for anything
like that, but...

I don't know.

It doesn't matter anyway.

Today I am sorry for
drinking coffee.

Uh, comments welcome.

When was this?

I don't know, probably right
before dad kicked me out.

Christ. Remember he used to
take us almost every weekend?

I do. I hated it.

He'd wake me up every
morning at 5 am

to go out on that stupid boat.

I thought you liked fishing.

I do not.

It's cold, it's wet.

Boring.

Inhumane.

I just never had the
heart to tell him.

When you guys were out on the lake
I'd go to the end of the dock

and just stare out
into the water.

I remember it feeling,
like, amazing.

Everything started
feeling like a trap

and out there it was,
I don't know, free.

Abducted from her house
on Hudson Avenue

- sometime last night.
- Will, what's going on?

Emily has said to have
last been seen at her home

by her babysitter at
approximately 8:30 pm.

If you have any information
regarding the disappearance

of Emily haswell, please call
the number on your screen.

Again, the police have issued
an emergency Amber alert

for Emily haswell,
seven years old,

blond hair, blue eyes.

Reports coming in
that her father...

returned home early to
find her missing...

- Hello.
- Uh, can I help you?

Yeah, I'm will, I don't
believe we've met.

Oh, um, I have a boyfriend.

No, no, um, I live
across the street.

Are your parents home?

Um, I'm just a babysitter.

They're out of town. They
won't be back till later.

I'm out of this world. I'll
let you know when I'm back.

Johnny, it's Willy here.

Just trying to do a
little research.

Is this z stuff laced to
something psychedelic?

I'm just having some
weird reactions here.

Please give me a call back.

Sorry to bother you, um,
what was your name again?

Chloe.

And hers was?

Emily.

Again, the police have issued
an emergency Amber alert

for Emily haswell.

Uh...

What can I say your
name was again?

Will. Will Parker.

Johnny, sorry to
bother you, um...

Willy, listen,

I'm two seconds away from
boarding a private jet.

Okay, wait, what's
in the z stuff?

Is there acid, is it Ben...

- i don't know, man.
- Willy, boy, I got to go.

Here's the girl. Sweetheart...

- No, Johnny.
- Bye, babe.

- Hello?
- That's it?

That's how you're gonna be?

Screw you.

Hello?

Michelle.

Uh, hey.

- Good talk. I'm hanging up now.
- No! No, no, no.

Can you take me to the cook?

- What?
- The cook.

Johnny says he gets his
stuff from a cook.

I have a few questions for him.

Dude, I've got all
his routes to run.

Just a name. Anything.

It's really important.

Be ready in 20,

with coffee, in case I
need to Chuck it at you.

You want me to drive?

♪ Ş well, I feel run down... ♪ş

can we talk?

It's the cook you want.

Have you tried it?

I sleep just fine.

Why did you lie?

What?

Johnny said you didn't drive, you
offered to drive back there.

Why did you lie?

Was that really bothering
you this whole time?

I don't like liars.

Geez, okay, sorry.

Do you have a job?

Answer honestly.

No. No job.

No income.

How do you pay for drugs?

- What do you care?
- I don't.

Wow, okay. Are we there yet?

I'll wake you up
when we're close.

- Who is this guy again?
- His name is Jay.

Or at least that's who
he is in Johnny's phone.

Never met him.

Got his address from the GPS.

Uh, one moment, please,
while I make myself decent.

Jay, we're friends of Johnny.

Ah, I need you to listen
to me very carefully.

Not only is this my
place of business,

but a sanctuary

for scientific discovery,

and a laboratory for
the metaphysical.

What happens within these walls

is to be discussed with no one

under the highest
probability of physical

and/or psychological punishment.

- Is that clear?
- Yeah.

Sure.

Good.

Would anyone like some tea?

I hope your trip wasn't
too much trouble.

I'm not much of a
city man myself.

It was fine, thank you.

Jay, the reason we're here is...

Oh, one moment.

For you.

And that's yours.

Just sign, date,
and time, please.

Thank you.

- Interesting.
- Why do you need the time?

Oh, I think that
question pertains

directly to whichever
one brought you here.

Am I correct?

I'll just go get
my sciatic pillow.

I guess, lately my
dreams have changed.

They start off normal,

and then they get very real,

really real,

as if... uh, as if
I'm not dreaming.

It's insane, will,

because it's true.

This product, the
z, as you call it,

was designed to do exactly

what you self-prescribed
it to do.

It looks like being comatose

but for a few,

for the few who's minds
more susceptible,

a more active state emerges.

I mean, one that diverges
the liner form of time

into one that's less mainstream.

Listen very carefully.

Time, as we know it, travels
in a straight line.

Think of it as a map
with times and dates

scattered about.

Now the vast majority of
us follow the same path

touching the same
temporal coordinates

in the same order.

The drug essentially reroutes
your mind's navigation

to a different
checkpoint in time

before rerouting
and bringing back

to the original path.

In other words...

Time travel.

Okay, okay, so if what
you're saying is true,

and let's say tomorrow
something bad happens...

No, no, no, no, no, let
me stop you right there.

These situations must be
dealt with extreme caution.

Will, if you see it,
it does exist...

And no one man can
change the future

but you heard what Jay said.
You can't change anything,

so if it's gonna happen, then
let's just let it happen.

You don't know what
I've seen, okay?

If he's right about this...

Hey, supper, anyone?

I'm sorry, did I
interrupt something?

No. Jay, what are the chances
of us crashing here tonight?

Good. I have an open bed
in the monitoring station.

Monitoring station?

I like how you think, will.

A colleague of mine once said

to die in the name of
scientific discovery

is equitable to living forever.

Unfortunately, he was
vaporized a few seconds later

in this high voltage
telekinesis experiment.

Oh, god, those were the days.

Where are you gonna sleep?

Oh, Jay's got a
futon-couch-bed hybrid,

so I'm all set.

Hey, any idea what tomorrow
has in store for me?

I'll try and find
out, how's that?

Okay, preparations are complete.

God willing, this machine
will give us an indication

of the specific
parts of your brain

that are being activated
and deactivated.

This is the last time
I take this stuff.

Says the junkie.

Okay. September 1st.

Dosage administered.

Change never happens
tomorrow, all right?

- It happens on that brave day...
- Oh, my god.

- That you wake up...
- Oh, my god.

Get off your ass, you
turn that corner,

and you just, like...

Wait, what was that stupid
thing that dad used to say?

Dad to used to say a
lot of stupid things,

so you have to be a
little bit more specific.

Come on, you know what I mean,

it was like... uh, like
"shit or get off the pot."

Something like that.

No, he used to say,
"fish or cut bait."

Fish or cut bait.

Look, you're gonna
Mark this map up

until it's unreadable, or...

You could...

Go fish.

- You ruined my map.
- It's inspirational.

Hey, shut up, it's David.

He hates when I smoke.

Hey, babe. Okay, thanks
for letting me know.

Nothing, you know,
just watching some TV.

Yeah, I love you. Bye.

Do you hang out with me
for any other reason

than to smoke weed,
you little pot head?

Well, now that you mention it.

I thought we could try
something new and interesting.

Boom.

Where did you get that, gretch?

My friend at the
store sold it to me.

This is hard stuff.

- You really shouldn't...
- Are you kidding?

You're gonna get,
like, big brother?

I am your big brother,
and I'm being serious.

That's fine, but I think you're
being a little ridiculous

and slightly hypocritical.

Have you ever done this before?

Have you ever done
anything like this before?

Uh, yeah.

No, I have not.

This is the good stuff, though.

- This is... this is pretty good.
- Okay.

All right, then I would like
you to only take one half.

- Okay?
- Okay, okay.

- Wait, I'm being serious.
- I'm being very serious.

- Look at my face.
- You're full of shit.

- Just the half.
- Half.

And I'm gonna take two.

Ready?

Bottoms up.

Excuse me.

You were saying something?

Sorry, I, uh, forgot.

What's going on here?

You were describing
your relationship

with the haswells.

Haswells?

They live across the
street from you.

Oh, the little girl?

Yeah, she's my neighbor.

I saw her playing
outside this afternoon.

That's interesting,
considering the last time

she was reported
seen was last night.

- Who are you exactly?
- You know who I am.

Look, a little
girl goes missing,

and her babysitter, who
explicitly warned us

of your presence,
is found drugged

and unconscious in their home.

Your only alibi is that
you were sleeping,

which, frankly, is
hard to believe

given your bloodshot eyes.

Wait, I'm your suspect?

You're on a very short list.

We found these in our
sweep of your apartment.

I... I didn't take these.

I didn't take these.

Are you all right?
I almost hit you.

I'm sorry. I was sleepwalking.

Well, do you need any help?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

Seven years old, blond
hair, blue eyes.

Reports coming in
that her father

returned home early,
to find Emily missing.

- What happened?
- What happened?

I know exactly what happened.

You used me.

You needed a fix, and
you got it for free,

- and I believed you.
- No, I promise.

I woke up, you're
gone, Jay's gone.

What the hell, will?

Where do you go, will,
when you sleep?

What happens to you?

- There's no stopping it.
- No stopping what?

- Emily haswell, she's gone.
- Who the hell is Emily haswell?

She's the little blonde
girl across the street.

It's done. It's over.
You got to go.

Don't tell me what to do.

This is ID 2054.

It's been 364 days since...

I'm serious, okay?

Look, I'm gone.

Full disclosure. I have been
experimenting with other drugs.

If I call you tomorrow,

if I end up at the
police station,

you got to send Johnny
to come bail me out.

You don't come anywhere
near me, okay?

I just wanna clear the slate.

I just wanna start fresh.

Sending a drug dealer
to a police station?

That's gonna go over real well.

Please, promise me, okay?
Promise me.

Everyone around me continue to
suffer as long as I'm around

until they're all gone.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

If there is a heaven
and if there is a hell

at the end of all this, I
know where I am going.

For what it's worth, I
don't think you did it.

That girl, Michelle, she
thinks she knows me,

she don't know the
first thing about me.

Comments, thank you
for listening.

- Wake up, will!
- I'm up.

I love this song so much.

You got anymore?

No, no, man.

Well, can you get more?
Can you call Johnny?

No, I can't. I owe him money.

- Hey, no, come on, seriously.
- Hey, hey, hey!

Gretch, you sure?

Yeah, I don't pay
rent, remember?

- Thanks, David.
- Thanks, mommy and daddy.

Oh, no, it's... I
need your phone.

What... what... What
is that dinosaur?

Got it, ready?

It's ringing.

Hey, Johnny, it's Willy
boy, that's who.

I got you. I got you, man.

I need you to bring
over some of the oxys.

Oh, oh, really?

He doesn't have oxy.

- What?
- He's got brown.

- What?
- It sounded, like, hard.

- Eh?
- All right.

All right. I'm at 332 walton.

- 332 Washington.
- 332 Washington.

Yeah?

So then I told him
he was being a dick,

and I quit.

- You quit?
- It was a shit job anyway.

- Yes.
- It was stupid.

Wow. So does David know?

He'll figure it out.

There you go.

- When does he get back?
- Uh, Friday?

Hey, are you coming
this weekend?

- What?
- To the lake.

Remember, the party?

Mmm, yes. I will be there.

Gretchen?

Gretch!

What the hell?

Gretchen. Babe, wake up.

Look at me. Look at me!

- Are you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Will, what the hell is this?

That's it. I'm calling
an ambulance.

Oh, no, it's fine.

No, Gretchen, it's not fine.

Please. I'm begging you.

- You need to stop this.
- I'm fine.

No, you don't understand.

I love you.

Sorry.

Admit it, will. Stop
wasting everyone's time.

The whole world
knows you did it.

Am I dead?

That can be arranged.

You've done everything
in your power

to delay the inevitable.

We found your prints
inside the haswell home,

and now these prints
inside your car.

I don't even have a car.

But you do have access
to a red sedan.

It's not my car.

Okay, that car's
been following me.

Whoever's driving that car
are the people you're after.

Uh-huh, so that's
your story now?

Someone's setting me up.

That's one
explanation, at least.

What is the other one?

The other one's a little
bit more complicated.

Try me.

Okay.

Um, I don't know for sure

that I haven't been
driving the red sedan,

because I have not yet
driven the red sedan.

You're... you just
contradicted yourself.

Can I use your pen
and paper, please?

Thank you.

What's your name?

Rayburn, detective
antonia rayburn.

Do you really not remember?

Okay, antonia, this is how
our minds process thought.

Or your mind, at least.

Like that, all right?

Today, tomorrow, and so on.

Except, uh, not me. Not lately.

You know how I keep coming
in and out of coherence?

- All too well.
- Okay.

Well, what's happening
is is when I go to sleep

my mind keeps going off
the tracks, like this.

And I keep drifting out
between today and tomorrow,

and for you that would be
yesterday and today, I guess.

So, I can't say that I haven't
driven the red sedan yet,

because I have not yet lived
that moment in history.

And then pretty soon I'm
gonna wake right back up

to where I started.

Am I making sense?

No. No, will, you're not.

It was worth a shot.

Look, her hair is
in the back seat.

Why would I kill Emily haswell?

You still think we're
discussing Emily haswell?

You're saying I killed her!

It's not everyday I get to pick
the brain of a serial killer.

Can't say I'm disappointed.

We have everything we need.

My boss is ready to lock you up,

the cable news is
ready to fry you,

but for my own piece of mind,

I just need to hear
you say it in person.

The video's just not enough.

Video?

This is it. You really
have been time traveling.

Do we...

Do we really need to
watch this again?

This is 2054.

It's been 12 full
months since...

Since...

Today, September 3rd.

That's right. September 3rd.

And you're watching this because
I killed Michelle Kelly

and Emily haswell.

Hidden them away where
this all began.

Good luck finding the bodies.

Jog your memory?

The third.

What's today?

Really? Again? Will,
it is the fourth.

Doubling the dosage
sent me two days ahead?

Oh, my god.

Just stop.

You will now be escorted to
a maximum security facility

- where you'll be held until...
- Hold on! Hold on!

I assure you, Mr. Parker,
this is not a dream.

I know! I just need to get back.

Wait! There's five more seconds.

What else did I say?
It's a clue.

No more clues, no more dreams.

No more of your bullshit.
You need to face reality.

I'll confess. I'll confess!

To everything?

I'll tell you where
they're buried,

I'll tell you how I killed them.

Just press play.

Please.

No, no, no.

Wait, I need five more seconds.

I told you to go.

I know.

I'm really not good
at taking orders.

Listen, I can't stay with him.

I don't feel safe there.

Can I come in?

- You're a lifesaver.
- You can't stay.

Do you have anything
I could change into?

- I'll just grab a shirt from...
- no, no, uh...

Don't go in.

- Hiding something?
- No, I'm just, uh...

I keep all my clothes out here.

Pretty damn weird,
you know that?

Do you have anything to drink?

Um, oh, yeah.

The cheap stuff. My favorite.

And I'm sorry for
coming back like this,

I just didn't know
where else I could go.

You said you wanted to know
what happened to you tomorrow.

You know...

It's funny, my life
used to be picturesque.

The best schools, and
the best friends,

and the best clothes,

and the worst guys.

I just... I resented all of it.

I wanted to just escape.

You know, drive across
country on a whim.

Chop off my hair
and dye it blue.

Live anything, other than my
perfect little Dollhouse life.

Now I'm in this

I don't what with Johnny.

I've got nowhere to stay.

What the hell was I thinking?

Sooner or later I'm gonna
wind up dead and...

All the little dolls
in the Dollhouse

won't give two shits about me.

Michelle, you got to go.

- No.
- Please.

We apologize for interrupting

your regularly scheduled programming,
but we have breaking news.

The police have issued an
emergency Amber alert.

The police say Emily
haswell, seven years old,

was abducted from her
house on Hudson Avenue

- sometime last night.
- Will, what's going on?

[Broadcaster[ Emily was said to
have last been seen at her home

by her babysitter at
approximately 8:30 pm.

If you have any information
regarding the disappearance

of Emily haswell, please call
the number on your screen.

Again, the police have issued
an emergency Amber alert

for Emily haswell,
seven years old,

blond hair, blue eyes.

Will Parker, we're gonna need you
to come down to the station,

answer a few questions.

- I didn't kill her.
- Huh, for future reference,

if you wanna appear innocent,
you might wanna wait

to hear the charges.

Michelle, this is the
last time I see you.

Please, stay away.

You're awfully quiet.

I've seen these before.

I've seen these before.

Is that a confession?

Did you guys get that?

And I've been here before, too.

It's different.

It's changed. I didn't
see this last time.

You high, will?

What's that Mark on your arm?

We found the same Mark on
Emily's babysitter, Chloe.

She was passed out on the couch.

Do you know anything about that?

Don't I get a phone call?

Who are we calling?

Jay topple.

It's not in here.

One call.

- Hello?
- Jay, listen...

Please leave any urgent message,
or messages after the tone.

Jay, listen, it's me, will,
we met yesterday, I think,

I can change it. I can
change how it goes.

It doesn't have to be...
I'm changing it right now.

Listen to me very carefully.

For the love of what is
good, hang up this phone,

stay the course, stay awake.

Jay!

Listen, antonia, I can help you.

We want the same thing, but
you need to let me go.

How did you know my name?

Well, maybe you'll have
more luck with miss Kelly.

Who?

Michelle.

If you need some help staying
awake, like your buddy said,

we've got plenty of
coffee in the back.

Just confess.

I'll feed you enough to
tear your goddamn hair out.

Congrats, will.

Surprised you lasted this long.

We're still trying to
locate that mad scientist,

but your gal pal was a
bit more cooperative.

Good luck sleeping without
your little friend.

What did she tell you?

Not the girl, the drug.

My guys found this. We
don't know what it is yet,

but we're running blood
tests on the babysitter.

If it comes up a match,

consider yourself right
back in that chair,

or maybe an electric one.

Pick up! Pick up, pick
up, pick up, pick up.

I'm outta this world. I'll
let you know when I'm back.

Hey, Michelle, listen,

I need to know if
you're okay, all right?

I just got out of
the police station,

and I have no idea where I am.

What the hell, Willy boy?
I almost killed you.

Just tried you cell.

Don't be an idiot. I
don't talk and drive.

You look like death.

Listen, Michelle sent
me to bail you out.

Now, my name better not
have been brought up

from any of your shit.

If I'm implicated,
I swear to god,

- I'll make you pay for it.
- Is she okay?

How about you let
me worry about her.

- You worry about you. -Hey, where is she?
Where's Michelle, man?

Oh, god, I thought this stuff
was supposed to calm you down.

Not to have you spiraling
like some lunatic.

Look at me, Willy boy.

Hey, you tripping right now?

I told you not to be
in public like this,

you god damn freaking junkie.

Listen, Johnny, Johnny,
I need more, okay?

The cops, they
took my last vile.

- Please, I need to see where I'm going.
- All right. All right!

I'll get my guy
on it, all right?

- Let me give him a call.
- Uh-huh.

- Anything?
- Voicemail.

- Damn it! -No, no, I
got your voicemail.

The one you left Michelle.

I'm gone one damn day,

and you're already
making moves on my girl?

Do you know who I am?
You know what I can do?

Huh?

You did it?

Yeah, you're god damn right,

I did it.

I did what?

You killed her.

Do you even know what's coming
out of your mouth right now,

- you worthless piece of shit?
- You killed her, man.

You killed her.

You're framing me, man.

Michelle, she ratted
you out, didn't she?

It's all coming together now.

Yeah, I see what
Michelle sees in you.

You two are perfect
for each other.

You're both crazy.

What's that supposed to mean?

She...

Johnny!

Oh, my god.

Where are you?

Where?

I got you. I got you this time.

They knew. They knew.
My prints...

Hey, will.

What are you doing here?

What happened?

What did you tell the police?

I didn't talk to the police.

You're lying.

They asked for my info and
said they'd call, that's it.

They're screwing with you.

Where did you get that?

It was on the floor.

Why are you lying to me?

That was in my room.

Did you go in my bedroom?

Johnny's dead.

Good.

Good?

You lied to me.

I lied to you?

You used.

You said you'd never use again.

And look!

Wait, what is this?

Before Johnny died, defending
your honor, mind you,

uh, he told me you're perfect
for me because I'm crazy.

What does that mean?

I'm medicated.

You're a junkie?

Prescriptions, dick.

They call it borderline.

There's a bunch
of other factors.

What factors?

Quick to fight. I don't...

Like, low self worth.

Inappropriate relationships.

Do your meds help?

They turn me into a vegetable.

I was boring, and tired, and...

And normal, Michelle?

What happens when you
stop taking the meds?

Why are you acting like this?

Did I do something
to deserve this?

Did I do something to
deserve this tomorrow?

What do you know about
tomorrow, Michelle?

Does this have anything to do

with what's in your room, will?

Who is she?

She's long gone.

- Who's David?
- Who's David?

I never said anything
about David.

- Who are you, Michelle?
- You're scaring me.

Maybe I'm not completely
innocent in all this.

- Maybe I do kill.
- Will, watch out!

What are you waiting for?

They're going the wrong way.

I didn't think you'd make it.

I thought you forget. Brought
out some sense in you.

September 3rd. It's
her anniversary.

One year gone.

I'm sorry, David.

She was my everything.

Is she okay?

The amount of z running through her
body is a lot for a girl her size.

You drugged her?

I did.

It felt justified.

She's still breathing,
the last time I checked.

David, she's just a little girl.

You're not the only one
grieving about Gretchen, will.

I was relieved when I found out

the man who murdered
the love of my life

was hurting, too.

But you're not really
hurting, are you?

You actually seem
pleased with yourself.

Finding this one here.

Moving on with no
regard for Gretchen

or for myself

or your family?

I'm not moving on.

And they have nothing
to do with Gretchen.

You lied, will,

to Gretchen, to
me, when you said

you'd stop begging her for
money and leave us alone.

And look what happened.

How could you?

Your own baby sister.

I can't close my eyes
without seeing hers.

Okay?

Tell me, you like
this girl, right?

And what about this girl?

I saw you talking to her
outside your apartment.

You seemed... invested.

Is that what this is about?

I hardly even know these guys.

You were concerned about her.

You can't.

Why should you get
to care anymore?

No, you lost your chance.

See, you don't get
to care anymore.

Sit down.

She looks just like her when
we were young, doesn't she?

Beautiful blonde hair?

David, you're not well.

Shut up! You worthless,

bottom feeding piece of dirt!

You disgust me.

You can just stay and hang with
the rest of the bottom feeders.

You had to take her?

My Gretchen? My everything?

And... and poison her?

You killed her!

And you know what they
say, right, will?

You do the crime,
you do the time.

And yet here you
are, a free man.

You murdered, and you got away.

You broke the law.

It was an accident.

Don't you understand that?

Record your confession.
Admit your crimes.

And then it's up to you,

however you want.

Gun.

Knife.

Drugs.

I don't care.

This won't bring her back.

Record when ready.

This is 2054.

David languish did it.

- I'm running out of Patience, will.
- Wait!

Delete it.

This is 2054.

It's been 12 full
months since...

Since...

Today, September 3rd.

That's right. September 3rd.

And you're watching this because
I killed Michelle Kelly

and Emily haswell.

I've hidden them away
where this all began.

Good luck finding the bodies.

Guess there's nothing
left to say.

That will never
hold up in court.

It's obviously forced.

I have faith in the system.

You're delusional.

Who's first, will?

Me.

That's the justice
she deserves, right?

You're right.

I killed her.

I'm the reason she's dead.

Kill me.

You bitch.

Untie them!

Untie them!

Rise and shine, Willie boy!

-You shouldn't be up yet. -Jay.

I might still have
miscalculated the dosage.

Listen, listen. I've gone back.

What do you mean?

I've gone back. I mean I
passed out two days ago,

and I'm here.

Hey, hey, Jay!

What are you doing here?

- What? -Look, and listen
to me very carefully.

Not only is this my
place of business,

- but it's a sanctuary.
- Jay! Jay, we did this already.

Listen, I'm will!

Will Parker.

Look.

Look.

Will Parker.

What day is this for you?

August 31.

You used.

Hey, hey, hey, you used.

Well, someone has to
test the product.

And your brain
reroutes like mine.

- Yeah, that's correct, will.
- All right, well, for me

- it's September 3rd.
- Fascinating.

And Michelle and
Emily are at a lake

because they're about to be
murdered by a sociopath.

No, no, no, no, listen,
you're detoxing.

- Detoxing?
- Of course.

Your neurological pathways
are under construction.

The z's wearing off and your mind
is sending your consciousness back

to finish your
scheduled timeline.

- I can save them.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- No, you cannot. You can't.
- I can save them.

Yes I can. Listen,
things have changed.

I've lived different events.
Things are different.

- All right, there's choices.
- Will, there's always choices,

- but the consequences... -screw
all the consequences, Jay.

Do you want that little
girl's blood on your hands?

Do you want Michelle's
blood on your hands?

Mine? Leave the lab.

Get your hands dirty.

You said that no one man
can change the future.

Well, we're two men, okay?

Nothing's written.

What did you say to me
about dying in the name

of scientific discovery?

It's equitable to
living forever.

Let me fetch my sweatshirt.

Now will, what you're about
to see may surprise you,

but for time's sake,

please know that
you can trust me.

You've been stalking me.

You've been stalking me!

Well, after tripping
to our interaction

in the lab yesterday, i...
I determined

I'd better research you to
see what business you had

being in my presence.

Have you ever killed a man, Jay?

No. That's not in my character.

We'll see about that.

Hey, are we doing this or not?

Oh, let's go!

Emily?

No, no!

I'm home.

911, what's the nature
of your emergency?

I thought you died on me, will.

That made me very nervous.

- Where is Emily?
- She's upstairs in bed.

I expect her breathing
will stop soon.

It's a fitting final resting
place, wouldn't you agree?

Here's your moment
of truth, will.

Emily's upstairs. Her life's
slowly slipping away.

Michelle's here.

Or should I say here.

Michelle.

It's okay. It's okay.

Will, where's the girl?

She's upstairs od-ing on z.

Okay, okay, now go!
Make haste, come on!

Come on, sweetheart, we
have a long trip to go.

Come on. Right first.

To living forever.

Will, watch out!

Does killing an old man factor
into your justice system?

He shot first.

You got a rationalization
for everything.

Well, guess what? I
called the cops,

and they're onto you.

You called yesterday.

Yeah, I did.

They forwarded the
call to my desk,

but nobody was there.

What?

You're a cop?

I told you I have faith
in the system, will.

Nobody is coming for you.

Nobody will believe you.

You lowlife piece
of shit, junkie.

Good night, will.

Good timing.

- You look like shit.
- Thanks.

Jay?

Can you take care of this?

Call the police, ask
for antonia rayburn,

she'll know the situation.

You don't want me to drive?

I got this.

I thought that was it.
I thought it was done.

I thought I had done my part,

and when it's all said and done,

maybe I'll say that I did.

You know, I shouldn't
have let him go alone.

Oh, my god.

Will, it's me, it's your sister.

I need you to wake up now.

This isn't a memory. This is me.

Listen, the story's
already been told.

Remember?

Remember what happens?

No more birthdays,

no weddings, no true love.

No kids, no more laughter,

no more rocks, no more sunsets.

No more drawing.

Brothers, sisters,
mothers, fathers,

loved ones broken.

Everything broken.

Fish or cut bait, remember?

Time to pick up the
pieces and wake up, will.

Wake the fuck up!

I couldn't save you, Gretchen...

But I can save her.

Good morning, sunshine.

What happened?

You're in the hospital.

Emily?

You made it just in time, will.

She's gonna be fine.

See why I don't drive?

Hello?

We literally owe you
dozens of apologies, will.

Save them.

No, David languish was
our responsibility.

We mistook his passion for justice
as discipline, rather than insanity.

He planted those pictures
in your apartment,

and he used the rest of
the z we confiscated

to inject Emily haswell.

I wanna see the body.

No, he's... he's in
police custody, will.

Not Dave's,

Jay.

We have not yet recovered Mr.
Tupple's body,

but a search of the lake is
being performed as we speak,

and it shouldn't be long
before he turns up.

We did, however,
discover his drug lab.

Any indiscretions you may have
had with the z in the past

won't make it to
your record, will.

But Mr. Tupple singlehandedly
manufactured hundreds of vials

of an illegal substance.

Not to mention that
witnesses claim

that Johnny lugatti was killed

by a vehicle matching
the description

of Mr. Tupple's red sedan.

He saved our lives.

Emily would be dead without him.

We all would.

Which is why when his
body is recovered

in the dredge of the lake,

he'll be remembered a hero.

This will only take a minute.

And we're rolling.

Okay, good morning, Michelle,

can you tell me
about last night?

I... I tried to kill myself.

I took enough pills
to kill a horse,

and then I woke up here.

Can I go home now?

Michelle, have you
ever heard of z?

No.

Look in the envelope
in front of you.

It's a sleeping serum.

I think you might quite like it.

All right, Michelle, can
you tell me about z?

Any side effects when you sleep?

Tell me about your dreams.

I don't remember what's real.

So, I think I'm
starting to understand.

These dreams, it's like
seeing the future, right?

And I didn't get it at first,
but it's almost like a dream.

If you don't see when it starts,
you're just there in it.

You know, doing the thing,
living that moment.

Michelle, I'm going
to make a request.

There's a laptop in
the bag next to you.

Take it. Record everything,

on your own,

immediately after your dreams.

I would also ask that you
refrain from interfering

with any future occurrences.

Remember, if all else fails,

stay the course. Stay awake.

So, um, well, I've started
to try to keep myself

fairly stationary,

I'm a homebody now, try
to stay out of trouble.

Um, future flashes have
become a little easier

to digest.

All that being said, the
more aware I become

of my reality,

the harder it feels
to function in it.

Okay, um, it is 4:02.

Sorry.

So, you, I mean, Jay,
made another request.

He asked that I push
z on this asshole,

Johnny, this dealer,
I used to buy from.

And, well, it's working.

I went on a few runs with him.

Some stuff isn't exactly pretty.

I'm not sure that everybody feels
the side effects the same way.

And not everybody should,

if you don't know what you're
getting yourself into.

Well, let's just say dreams
can turn to nightmares

real fast.

So, um, well, I'm not
totally sure what to do.

So, um, Johnny killed a guy,
you know, I mean, kind of.

It's not yet, but I, I actually
saw it last night on the news

while I was tripping, and, um,
so I rode today with Johnny.

And, look, I know, I know, I
know what you were going to say,

but John, he was gonna
bash this guy's head in

if he didn't pay for
the z that I provided.

And this guy, you know, will,
he seemed harmless enough.

I mean, gentle, even.

He's stable, far a
z addict, anyway.

And from what I know.

Oh, shit, I've got to go
take Johnny to the airport.

I... I'm gonna call you later.

[Sighs

hey, um, okay, so it is 4:00 pm,

and I just dropped Johnny
off at the airport,

and, um,

well, here's a weird one,

okay, so, that guy, will,

he just called me, and, um,

you know what, I'm
gonna call you.

Oh, geez, listen, Jay,
pick up your phone.

What happened last night?

Where did he wake up?

Do you know how fucking
scary that is?

So, I know you said
stay the course.

Stay awake.

But I just took some z

to, you know, get a little, um,

perspective on this whole
plan of yours, Jay,

and, so I have a dream, the
pills, the... you know,

and then nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I... I didn't wake up.

Just nothing.

Am I dead?

Jay?

Do I die?

I'm not sure which is scarier,

not knowing what's gonna happen

or knowing too much.

Again, dreams can turn
to nightmares real fast.

Hey, um, so, I'm at the hospital

will is in a coma.

I don't... I don't know.

I don't know if this
was the plan or what.

I mean, I thought that was it.
I thought I had done my part.

Maybe when all is said and done,

I'll see that I did.

I know I shouldn't
have left him alone,

and for that I'm sorry.

Oh, Jesus, will.

You know, he never
told me why he used.

What he saw to, like,
justify his chaos.

I think most people take
z to, like, escape,

to forget, to catch a break.

Come to think...
maybe he took it

cause he was forcing himself
to remember something.

Or someone.

Will.

Who are you, Michelle?

Jay found me a
couple of years ago.

I was a mess.

He showed me what
this stuff could do.

I know, I just saw that.

I saw you.

I saw Johnny smash your head
in in your living room.

So I was there,
and I stopped it.

I thought that that was it
for you, but it wasn't,

cause I kept seeing you
die again and again,

and at your apartment,

Johnny in the street,

David.

So, every time we were
there and we stopped it.

Jay was saving me.

You were saving her.

I was saving you.

That guy over there,

he would have been dead

if I hadn't have had
him meet me here.

He's about to go home and
realize he's been robbed

but that is better than
what would have happened.

How do you know that he's
not gonna die tomorrow

some other way?

We're all just delaying the
inevitable, right, will?

Emily haswell could
die in 50 years.

She could die tomorrow.

That time is worth something.

Jay's alive?

Yes.

Can I see him?

Look behind you.

Just kidding. I don't
know where he is.

Look...

I know that you have
some questions.

I do, too. I'm pretty
sure that none of this

will ever make total sense.

And I don't always
know Jay's plan,

but tomorrow,

2:00 am,

south main street,

a drunk driver hits
and kills two people.

I have spent my entire life

looking for some kind of
purpose or potential.

I think you have, too.

So, what do you say?

Do you wanna go fuck with fate?

What?

Seeing tomorrow, will,

I already knew what
you were gonna do.