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f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

Yeah. Hello? No, I'm here.

It's just the phone...

Yes.

No, I won't.

Five minutes. Got it.

Idiot.

Just for one f*cking time you

cannot f*ck up everything.

Um.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

Um, I'm sorry I haven't

called since we, uh

found out, but I've

just been so busy

with this new job.

I know it's no

excuse, but, um...

I'm calling now, so

that's a good thing.

Anyhow, I... I've been

working on something

that I hope can help

us with the situation.

I can't say much about it yet,

but keep your fingers

crossed for me.

For us.

Well, I gotta go now.

Um.

Tell Sarah I love her

more than anything.

I'll call back soon.

And, Mom...

I'm sorry I've been such

a sh*t daughter lately.

Hi.

There was a protective casing,

but we had to get rid of

it because it got damaged.

The package is

extremely fragile.

You gotta be very

careful with it.

Got it.

It is very important.

Okay. Got it.

Geez.

Idiot.

Yeah.

Um, hey, Mom. It's me.

I'm sorry I haven't

called in a while.

It's just been so crazy.

It's no excuse though.

But I just wanted to make

sure that you guys were okay.

Well, as okay as

possible given the, um

circumstances.

Listen, um...

I've been working on something

to get the money

for the procedure.

So keep your fingers

crossed for me.

But don't tell Sarah yet

because it's not for sure.

But I just wanted

to let you know.

Anyhow, um...

I gotta go now.

Tell Sarah I love her

more than anything.

And I am sorry I've

been MIA again.

I'll do better.

Yes, it's me.

Yes, at the spot.

Five minutes. Got it.

Will do.

What the actual f*ck

is going on here?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Hello.

Um, at the spot.

Five minutes. Got it.

Goddammit!

Yes?

How's everything going?

Luis?

No, this is Frank.

Are you at the motel?

Yes. Um, Frank who?

You're not Isabella.

What?

No, this is me. I'm Isabella.

You have the box?

What?

Well?

Um...

Listen to me, you stupid c**t,

and listen to me very well.

I don't know who

the f*ck you are

or how you're doing this.

But I know one thing.

You are f*cking dead.

What is wrong with you?

You're not supposed to

call me on this number.

- Not tonight.

- Who are we stealing from?

What?

Who are we f*cking

stealing from, Luis?

How f*cking dare you

talk to me like this?

It's Frank Trentino, isn't it?

You should just

focus on your job.

The rest, you

shouldn't worry about.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

I think you're forgetting

who you're talking to.

It doesn't f*cking

matter anymore.

We're all dead.

There's no need to panic.

Just stick with the plan and

we will all be just fine.

I promise.

You won't do anything

stupid, right?

Do you even know

what we're stealing?

It doesn't matter, hun.

All that matters

is that you are getting a

nice little paycheck for it.

I think it does matter.

What the f*ck are you?

Now what?

We are live here at the building

of DynaCorp Technologies

Incorporated downtown,

where there were reports of

several gunmen wearing masks

entering the building with

what seemed to be a*t*matic

or semi-a*t*matic machine g*ns,

and carried out an

att*ck against employees.

It is suspected that

there are at least

seven dead at the scene,

several others wounded.

At this point, we do not know

what the reason

for the att*ck was,

or if it had anything to do

with terrorism or

religious extremism.

We will give you more updates

as the story develops.

Reporting live, I'm Amy Han...

Oh, no.

Wait.

Holy sh*t!

f*ck.

Coming.

Listen, man.

Just a scratch.

Pull yourself together.

Think.

Frank f*cking knows.

He has to.

He knows things he shouldn't.

Ow.

He resets too?

He thinks that I'm

making this loop happen.

Which means that he

can't control it either.

Which means that

he's stuck too.

Is that right?

f*ck!

sh*t!

Uh, just a minute.

Sorry.

He should have definitely

gotten here by now.

Oh, no.

Hi.

Yes, I need an ambulance.

48 medic one.

We have a priority one

trauma, female patient,

early twenties, late

teens, g*nsh*t wound.

Entrance in the shoulder,

clear exit wound on the back.

The scene shows evidence

of severe blood loss,

but her vitals are stable.

Blood pressure 119 over 75.

O2 stats are 89.

She's being at this time.

ETA about six minutes.

I was at the hospital?

How is that even possible?

This doesn't make any sense.

Yeah?

Hello? My name is Dr. Galvan.

Has anything strange been

happening to you lately?

What?

Have you been experiencing

some strange deja

vu type phenomenon?

Uh, God, yes.

Everything resets like

it's f*cking Groundhog Day.

And how long have you been

conscious of the loop?

I don't know, really.

It reset like five, six

times, something like that.

I see.

That's a very good thing

that you remember the loops.

That means that you'll be

increasingly aware of them

the more they happen.

Okay, I guess.

I don't think you understand.

My data here shows me

that the loop reset

for over a hundred

times already.

Over a hundred times?

Yes, it's actually

extremely fortunate

that you ever became conscious

of the loop in the first place.

Without the proper training,

it's straight up miracle.

You could have just reset

forever and not even know it.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t is right.

You have the box right

there with you, I presume.

Yes.

But how do you... how do

you know all this stuff?

Like I mentioned, my

name is Dr. Galvan.

I built a device with another

gentleman named Dr. Farkish.

I put a tracker in the box.

Oh, so I should be expecting

a knock at the door

any moment now?

Not quite.

I don't understand.

We'll get back to that

later, but first, tell me,

what activated the device?

Um, I dropped it.

Is the device still in

the protective casing?

No, the case got damaged.

That is extremely unfortunate.

No wonder this glitch occurred.

The implications

can be enormous.

Yes, I f*cked up. There's

nothing new there.

And on top of it,

this crazy gangster

is stuck in the loop with me.

Oh my.

One consciousness

against another.

We were afraid something

like that could happen.

How can that be, anyway?

I could explain that to you,

but it would be irrelevant

for our situation.

The number one thing we have

to worry about right now

is to get you out of the loop.

Is that even possible?

Possible, yes.

Probable,

not sure.

But, before we get to that,

I need to know who you are.

Um, why?

Well, as eager as

I am to help out

someone in dire need,

I'm not really ecstatic

about helping out murderers.

I sound calm,

but the blood bath that

happened in the lab

just a couple of hours

ago still haunts me.

I barely escaped.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I...

I didn't know.

I'm happy to hear.

No, I'm just a

stupid little nobody

who thought she could

play with the big boys.

I'm just a mule. One of many.

I was only supposed to have

the box for an hour or so.

Indeed.

You don't sound like

a hardened criminal,

and I have no other option

but to accept your answer

and hope that you really

are who you say you are.

I am.

Well, in any case,

I can only help you

on one condition.

Anything.

After you get out of the loop,

you must destroy the device.

Destroy it?

But didn't you build it?

It must have taken years.

Yes, I did, and it did.

And for a long time,

I've known it would have

to be destroyed one day.

And now might be the

opportune time to do it.

Why?

The device is designed

to let the user choose

a desired outcome to a situation

by exploring as many

possibilities as they like.

Yes?

No human being should

have that kind of power.

But in the right hands it...

You know as well as I do

that a device like this

is more likely to end up

in the wrong hands

than the right ones.

You got it.

You mean you will destroy

the device if I help you?

Yes, I promise.

Kind of hate it anyways.

Fantastic.

Then we can start your

training right away.

Training?

Without training,

you won't be able

to stop the loop.

You need to learn to

consciously control it.

What do you mean "consciously?"

Even though it seems like

the loop resets randomly,

you've been controlling

it this whole time.

You've just been doing

it subconsciously.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry. I'll

walk you through it.

That is, if the

FBI leaves me alone

for a damn minute.

They're all over the place.

Just try to remember the steps.

If the loop happens

to reset on its own,

just wait for my call again.

By now, you must be familiar

with that sinking feeling

when the reset happens.

We're going to learn how

to recreate that sensation.

First, we're going to

focus on your breathing.

Slower and slower.

Then you'll need to break it up.

And now, you count.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

seven, eight,

nine, ten.

And then, in reverse.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one.

Now, combine it.

One, ten,

two, nine,

three, eight,

four, seven,

five, six,

six, five,

seven, four,

eight, three,

nine, two,

ten, one.

Watch out for the box.

Go, go, go!

Yes!

It f*cking worked!

I can't believe it.

Yes?

Hi, my name is Dr. Galvan.

Um, have you been

experiencing any strange...

Yes, Dr. Galvan,

we already spoke.

You were teaching me

how to gain control

over the loop.

Uh, okay.

I trust there was a

thorough conversation

before I decided to help you?

Yes, you made me promise

to destroy the device

after I got out of the loop.

Excellent, okay, well, if

I promised, I promised.

- How many sessions have we had?

- One.

Okay. This may take a while.

It's all good. I have

nothing else planned.

Great, let's continue.

Yeah?

Are we gonna play

this game forever?

I don't know. I

mean, at this point.

Listen, I'm pretty sure

you're in this for the money,

so I'm ready to

offer you something

in exchange for that box.

For your sake,

I hope that you

will take the deal.

That's very generous of you.

So, how much do you want?

I'm not sure.

Well, you better

think of a number fast

before I change my mind.

Well, unfortunately,

things have changed.

What the f*ck do you mean?

I'm afraid I can't let

you have the device.

I don't think you realize

who you're talking to.

No, I know who you are.

I know it well.

Sooner or later, I will get you.

You can bet on that.

Well, I mean, you can try.

I have an army, you

arrogant little sh*t!

And I have time.

Missing the ones I love,

that's been the hardest.

Completely understandable.

This has been going on

for a while for you.

And on top of that,

your sense of time is

completely thrown off.

Yeah, it feels like forever,

but at least I'm getting

better at resetting.

Now I can extend the

loop up to three days.

I can also bring some items

over from the other timelines.

Frank's been getting

creative though.

Who is it?

Uh, motel management.

Is everything okay?

No, ma'am, there's an emergency.

We need to check the

room immediately.

Police! Open up!

FBI! Open up.

He must have

connections everywhere.

I see.

Hiding from him is getting

pretty nerve-wracking,

I'm not gonna lie.

But I have to do what I can

to keep him from the device.

And I appreciate that.

Hopefully, it won't

be much longer

until you can safely

stop the loop.

To be honest, I'm

getting pretty tired.

This won't take too

much longer, I promise.

Hello?

Claire?

Hi. Guess who?

No, no, I know we haven't

spoken since high school.

No, yeah, I understand.

I'm busy too.

Hi, Brittany?

No, yeah, I can... I

can call back later.

Hey, Tina, it's me.

Rude.

Sometimes the loneliness

is just too much to bear.

Why are you calling?

Um, I was just missing you.

Babe, what the hell? You

have got to focus today.

I know, I am. I'm...

I'm just missing

you. That's all.

We saw each other two hours ago.

Yeah, I know.

Can we just please talk

about something else

for a few minutes?

You're scaring me.

The you-know-what is the most

important thing right now.

We can't be talking

about something else.

You always say that.

What?

If you could live

anywhere in the world,

where would you want to live?

What the f*ck, babe?

Please just answer the question.

I... I don't know.

Maybe Hawaii or Bali.

We'll make it happen.

We'll get a nice

big house somewhere

far away from here and,

and live there

happily ever after.

And... and Mom and Sarah

can live there too.

What the hell is going on, babe?

Just having a rough day.

We can't f*ck this up.

I know.

I know, believe me.

I don't know how much

longer I can do this.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

DynaCorp main office,

can you please hold?

Could you please connect

me to extension 1008?

I'm sorry, but I cannot

transfer any calls at this time.

Listen, I know about the att*ck

in the research

lab and all that,

but it would be

extremely important

that I talk to Dr. Galvan.

I am his daughter

and he hasn't been answering

his cell for some reason,

but I'm pretty sure

he's in the main office

because he called me

from there earlier.

So could you please

just connect me,

so I can speak to my father?

The FBI would like

to talk to you.

What?

Miss Galvan?

Yeah.

This is Agent Bennett. May

I ask what your location is?

Why?

We've been trying to reach you.

I have to send some

officers to talk to you.

About what?

I'm afraid that will best

be discussed in person.

What the f*ck is going on?

Why can't I talk to my father?

I'm afraid that information

is best relayed in person.

How dare you?

Excuse me?

How f*cking dare you!

I know why you can't connect me.

How could you not protect him?

You're the f*cking FBI.

You're all over

the f*cking place.

What good are you then?

Ma'am, I need you to calm...

No, I'm not gonna calm down.

You did this! You all did this.

An innocent man is dead

because you can't do your job.

Ma'am, may I please

get your location?

I will send somebody

over right away.

Go f*ck yourself.

You didn't think I

would figure this out?

That he's been helping you?

You're a real piece

of sh*t, Frank.

You wanna keep going

or you are ready

to give up the box?

You can go f*ck yourself too!

"What then is time?"

If no one asks, I know,

but if I wish to explain

it to him who asks,

"I don't know."

says Saint Augustine.

That's me.

I don't even know

what time is anymore

or anything for that matter.

I barely remember

what was before I was stuck

in this damn motel room.

How long has this been going on?

A few weeks,

months,

a thousand years?

"Everything has

returned," says Nietzsche.

Everything always returns.

Frank stopped sending

his thugs to the motel.

I should be relieved but

instead, this terrifies me.

I have no idea

what he's planning,

but I have to be

ready for anything.

Healthy body, healthy mind.

No.

The more time passes,

the more I don't wish

anybody's company.

I barely leave the room

mainly just for

sh**ting practice

or a self-defense class.

Even then, I just

feel like an imposter.

Like, I don't

belong in the world.

I don't even leave

for food anymore.

I just order takeout.

It's like nothing before

this loop really happened

and nothing after will.

This is my whole world now.

This motel room.

Nothing else really exists.

"If there are times,

past and future,

I desire to know

where they are,"

says Saint Augustine.

Me too, man. Me too.

I've become a monk.

A time traveling,

science learning,

sh**ting a g*n

practicing lonely monk.

A monk who doesn't

know anything else.

I've become

infinite.

- Hello?

- Yes, hello.

This is Dr. Malinowsky.

You sent me an email earlier.

Yes, Dr. Malinowsky. Hi.

Um, thank you for getting back

with me on such short notice.

I didn't think you would

get back with me at all.

This isn't the first

time I sent you an email.

Well, yes. I... I see.

Uh, because of the...

the time loop situation.

Um, uh, let me

tell you something.

This is easily the craziest

thing I've ever heard.

I would be so tempted to think

that this is some kind of

a elaborate, uh, prank,

but the accuracy of

some of the information

you included in the messages

is just mind blowing.

Yes, it definitely has been

a mind blowing experience.

I bet it has.

In the message, you are saying

that DynaCorp has been

developing this technology

since the 1990s, right?

Yes, under a different

company name, but yes.

Dr. Galvan and Dr. Farkish

joined the project

about ten years ago.

I've been doing my own research

on the subject for

about just as long.

But, uh, I never got nowhere

near anything as impressive

of results as these two,

let alone being able to

build a working prototype.

Yeah, well, that's what

American government money

does for you.

You're not kidding.

It's fascinating

how your government

has been secretly

chasing technology

we first hear about in

in science fiction

movies and... and books.

I... I had no clue.

Yep, whatever idea they

think they can exploit,

they wanna get their

greedy hands on.

I guess that makes

perfect sense.

Wow.

If Dr. Farkish and Dr. Galvan

saw some of my research

involving this

ancient technology

of particle accelerators,

they... they would

probably laugh.

Yeah, well, I don't think

you have to worry about that.

Yes, I... I understand

that this Dr. Galvan,

he sadly passed away.

And Dr. Farkish can't

be found anywhere.

- That's correct.

- Huh.

And he's the one that sold

the box to the mafia, yes?

Yes, indeed.

It's never a good idea

to strike a deal

with organized crime.

Am I right?

One thing I don't

understand, though.

Yes?

What can I do for you?

Uh, why are you

telling me all this?

Can the research be

stopped, Dr. Malinowsky,

on time travel, time loops,

the butterfly effect

and all that stuff?

I am afraid I don't follow.

Since you're one of the leading

scientists in the field,

can you stop the whole thing?

I'm sorry, but, uh, do you

mean to... to stop science?

It's just too dangerous.

Well, I certainly understand

where you're coming from,

but I'm afraid

it's not possible.

Even if you were to convince me

to abandon my

decades long career

and every other scientist

now working on things

of similar nature,

you could only slow

down the progress

of this type of technology

a decade or... or

maybe two, tops.

And honestly,

I don't feel like abandoning

my decades long career.

But it can be used to do harm.

That's just the

nature of things.

Ever since the dawn of time,

every invention

had the possibility

to be used for w*r or...

or to enslave others.

And this doesn't bother you?

Not only bad things come

from science and technology.

Our lives are so

much more comfortable

than that of our ancestors.

Uh, not to mention safer.

Just think about the

field of medicine,

if nothing else.

Would you give it all up?

And the advancements

of civilization?

Is there any way

that we can prevent

these important inventions

from falling into

the wrong hands?

I don't... I don't think

so. I... I think... No.

The only thing we can do

is just hope for the best.

That's a bullshit

answer and you know it.

This is the only

answer I have for you.

Well, I'm not giving up.

I'm gonna do my part, even

if it's insignificant.

And I wish you the best.

You've changed.

What do you mean?

Like, you got smarter and

more, like, confident.

And you're like a

female Rambo now.

Well, it's like you're a

completely different person.

Don't say that.

No, no, no. It's a great thing.

It's just the change is, like

mind-blowing.

You still love me though, right?

Of course, I love you, silly.

I will always love you.

I love you, too.

Man, this is crazy.

I can't even imagine what

it's been like for you.

This whole time loop thing.

Yeah. Not that great.

And you have to tell me

all this every time you...

How do you say it? Reset?

Yeah. Every single time.

Man, that must be frustrating.

How many times have you

had to tell me everything?

So many.

Gosh, this is insane.

I'm just... um, I'm sorry,

but I still can't wrap

my head around it.

Hey, you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Hello?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Everything will be fine,

babe. Everything will be fine.

Babe?

Babe?

Babe?

Have you ever heard the term

that somebody had a

date with a drill bit?

It's a dumb little name

for a t*rture method

I like to use

every now and then.

Want me to tell you about it?

Okay, so the person

who is being tortured

is usually tied to a chair

and a power drill is being used

to tear chunks out of their hair

if their hair is long enough.

But that's just the beginning.

Then the drill can be

used on the elbows,

knees, hips, ribs,

even on the teeth, really.

There's no limit.

Anywhere you like.

The method is unceremonious,

but it's cheap and fast.

And most of all, it

works like a charm.

Sooner or later,

everybody sings.

What do you want, Frank?

Did you know that

Luis worked for me

for more than 20 years?

Truly, one of the

best, hands down.

In my line of business,

you can't trust anyone.

But him, I trusted

him with my life.

He was loyal as a

dog and he was smart.

Too smart to ever try to

pull anything against me.

Well, until he did.

All great men have a weakness.

A weakness that

causes a downfall.

Luis' downfall was his family.

He had this idiot

son of his, you see,

who just couldn't stop gambling,

racking up debt left and right.

Luis could barely keep up with

getting him outta trouble.

Why are you talking about

Luis in the past tense?

I'll get to that soon enough.

So as I was saying, Luis's

son was... is a gambler.

And one day, manages

to owe The Baron.

Out of all people.

Do you know who The Baron is?

No?

The Baron is somebody you

don't want to be indebted to.

Anyway, this idiot son of Luis'

somehow accumulated a

debt in the millions,

if not tens of millions

before he finally told Luis.

What can Luis do?

He can't not pay

The Baron, right?

And he loves his stupid son.

So he has to come

up with something.

He can't come to me,

well, 'cause I wouldn't be

too understanding, you see.

So he ends up striking

the deal with The Baron.

He knew we were gearing up

to move something big soon.

So we made a plan

to steal the goods,

but he, of course, couldn't

use any of his people

because all of his people

were my people as well.

So we needed someone unfamiliar,

not too smart and

easily disposable.

That's you.

I'm talking about you.

You do know that he

wasn't gonna let you walk

after you delivered

the box, right?

What happened to Luis, Frank?

You know exactly

what happened to Luis

if you're listening to my story.

Nobody fucks with me and walks.

Not even him.

I tortured him many times

thanks to this little

time loop of yours.

You're a monster.

Yes. Yes, I am. You knew that.

Why don't we talk about

you for a little bit?

It was very smart of you

not to let him learn

anything real about you.

It wasn't easy to separate

the bullshit you told him

from the facts.

The only four pieces

of information

I found believable was

that you like strawberries,

you grew up not

too far from here,

and that you have

a little sister

who suffers from a rare disease

and that's why you need

the money so badly.

Nothing to say? I see.

Well, I did a little

investigation,

if you are interested.

There are 15 hospitals

or private clinics

in the area of about

a two hour drive

from where we are.

At the 15 hospitals, there

are 34 registered patients

that are suffering

from a condition

that could be

considered rare disease.

You see where I'm

going with this?

Out of 34 people, 21

is older than you,

at least what I guess

your age might be.

13 are younger. Some

are small children.

Out of 13, seven are male.

So that leaves how many?

Oh, yeah. Six candidates.

Out of six, two

don't have siblings.

One has a male sibling only

and one is an orphan with

no known family members.

The two remaining girls

have a female sibling

about your age range.

One of the girls has

a genetic disorder

that causes partial

paralysis in her body,

among some other symptoms.

The other girl has a

rare blood disease.

Now how do we know which

one is the right sister?

The genetic paralysis

is not treatable.

God f*cking dammit!

He's already been there.

He wouldn't be rubbing it

in unless he was 100% sure.

He already knows everything

about me, Mom and Sarah.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Mo... Mom, it's me.

You need to get out of the

house as soon as you get this.

Okay? Bad people are coming.

I f*cked up. I'm sorry.

f*ck!

f*cking think!

What can I do?

Yes?

You win.

Smart girl.

There's a park a block

from your mother's house.

Meet me there in 30 minutes.

And my family? They'll be safe?

They walk. You walk.

Like nothing ever happened.

Just bring the box.

Okay.

But just you and I will meet.

No thugs.

Sure.

Why are you calling?

You have to get to my

mom's house right now.

I'll explain on the way.

But you have to leave now.

- What the f*ck?

- Now! Please.

Okay. Okay. f*ck!

I'll call you back in a few.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

I'm so sorry.

He shouldn't have made a move.

He was always overly protective.

And not too bright, it seems.

He had a big heart though.

I shouldn't have

asked him to come.

Probably not.

Well, it's not like

you were alone either.

Don't be stupid.

I'm never alone.

So now what?

Fine.

But I'm...

I'm not doing well right now.

I'll tell you what,

I'll give you one hour to

do whatever you need to do.

I'm feeling generous.

When this hour is up,

I'm gonna drive over to Dayton

and either we'll pay a

visit to your loved ones

or collect the box.

The choice is yours.

Fine. I'll be there.

Okay. It's a deal then.

Oh, and one more thing.

No more resetting.

Okay.

Just in case.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Hi, Mom. It's me.

Listen, I need you to

get out of the house

as soon as you get this.

I don't have time to explain,

but bad people might be coming.

I f*cked up. I'm really sorry.

I guess this is it.

It's gonna be over soon.

Sorry, Dr. Galvan.

Can't stop science anyway.

This is the right decision.

Yeah, like that's very likely.

Why the f*ck would he let us go?

We're just an unnecessary risk.

We could go to the

FBI or whatever.

He could even change

his mind years from now

and decide that he

wants to k*ll us.

We'd be watching over our

shoulders our entire life.

He himself said that nobody

fucks with him and walks.

So why all of a sudden

would he grow a heart?

I can't trust him.

I can't f*cking trust

him. This is a bad deal.

What the f*ck can I do?

I go to him.

I have to k*ll him.

There's no other way.

But how do I get to him?

The only person that

I know that knows him

is Luis and he's dead.

Although there was that one guy

that hit on me at the

bar that one time.

He seemed to know Luis well,

maybe he knows Frank too.

f*ck! What was his name?

Gotcha.

It's a long sh*t, but...

- Yeah.

- Hi. Is this Trap?

No, this is not

Trap's phone no more.

This is Bonus.

Do you know where he is?

Nah, he's doing his thing.

How do you know him?

He gave me his phone

number a while back.

I was helping Luis

with something.

- Luis who?

- Lanzano.

Wait, Susie Q, is that you?

Yep. That's me, Susie Q.

Well, why the hell

didn't you say so?

I... I don't know.

- What do you need, baby girl?

- I'm looking for Frank.

Do you know where

I can find him?

Big man Frank?

Didn't you say he was

working with Luis?

Yes, um, but Luis is

working a big job right now.

That's actually what I need

to talk to Frank about.

Man, I don't know sh*t, girl.

Frank and I, you know,

we don't exactly run

in the same circles.

Okay, thanks.

I just thought Trap

might know something.

Trap, that f*cking loser?

He don't know sh*t, Susie

Q. He don't know sh*t.

And no one else

comes to mind either.

- Unless...

- Yeah?

What a minute.

What's in it for me?

Well, I can come by later

and we can have some pizza.

That's what I'm talking about.

The only guy I can

think of right now

who might be of

any help is Twinky.

Twinky?

Yeah, girl. He's legit.

I'm gonna text you his number.

Okay. Thanks.

Just don't forget to

show up for our date.

I will be very disappointed.

Okay. I'll text you later.

Okay, sugar.

Yeah. Hi, is this Twinky?

- Maybe.

- I got your number from Bonus.

And who the f*ck is this?

Um, Susie Q.

Yo! What up, girl?

I need to find someone

who knows Frank Trentino.

I need to talk to him.

It's, like, f*cking urgent.

Big man Frank?

Nah, girl, I don't know

anyone in Northtown.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm afraid.

Um, what if I come over

later and we hang out?

That sounds fine.

Okay, but you need

to help me first.

Think.

Uh, okay. Okay.

Uh, yeah. Yeah. I

might know a guy.

I'll text you a number.

Damn. Susie Q must be hot.

Hi, is this Sig?

Is this Terrance?

Hi, Apples?

Um, Jimbo?

Hi.

Hi, I need to speak

with Old Jack.

You can't just talk to

him like that, girl.

He'll summon you if he wants to.

Nobody knows where he

is at any given time.

He's always moving around.

He owns, like, a dozen

businesses around town.

He could be at any

one of them, so.

He's always guarded by

those half a dozen big boys.

Not to mention all the

employees at these places.

You might have a chance if you

get with one of his top men.

I know this guy, Luis.

Okay, thank you.

I'm not sure, hun.

The only person I know who's

high up with him is Tony Z.

But why would he

want to help you?

Um, can I just please

get the number anyway?

It's a matter of life and death.

I guess, since you

asked so nicely.

Just don't tell him

you got it from me

or I'll f*cking k*ll you.

Fair enough.

This is Tony.

Yes, hi, I need to

speak with Frank.

It's urgent and it

has to be in person.

- Who is this?

- Susie Q.

Who the f*ck is Susie Q?

Um, never mind. But I

have to talk to Frank.

Impossible.

Listen, it's about the big job

tonight on one of the mules.

So?

I think Frank's

getting f*cked over.

You gotta talk to Luis, man.

You don't understand.

Luis is the last person

that I can talk to.

You getting my gist?

I have to talk to

Frank in person.

He's at the club.

The password is "tango

insomnia" tonight.

Use the back entrance.

If you get f*cked,

it's your problem.

Okay, thanks.

Um, which club is that?

You're f*cking with me.

No, I'm not. I just

need a refresher.

Don't f*cking call

this number again.

f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck.

Jazz.

f*cking jazz.

Blue 200.

- Bingo.

- Excuse me?

Never mind.

Good thing I stashed these.

You only have one

chance at this.

So don't f*ck it up.

He doesn't know you're coming,

so you have the

element of surprise.

He also won't be as

heavily guarded tonight

because everybody

will be on the job.

It might not mean sh*t

now, but it's a chance.

Oh, no resetting at

any point in time

or else you'll lose him

and we both know where

he'll be heading.

You can do this. I

have faith in you.

And I can still get there

before the hour is up.

Password is "tango insomnia."

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry I haven't

called in a while.

I wanna come home.

Oh, sh*t.

I gotta go to a hospital.