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It's way too

difficult 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 wanna 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.

Oh my god.

Justine!

So what

did you find out?

Am I a lawyer?

Am I married?

Justine, you've

gotta get outta there!

I'm rich.

There's someone

inside your house.

He's gonna kill you!

You have to 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, f***!

F***!

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 doing this

to her, you sick f***?

Just let her go!

Oh God, no.

Matt.

No!

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 f*** 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 f*** 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?

Well, 'cause I was there.

I'm you.

I was the one who climbed

through the window

every night for a week,

kill her.

Hiding under her bed,

you kill her.

In her closet,

kill her.

Remember?

Watching her fall asleep.

Mm, that's right.

And then sneaking out,

and caressing her cheek,

her bare leg.

She looked so...

So, so peaceful, so beautiful.

Hm, and then that last night,

when we got dad's hunting

knife and stood over her.

Her leg,

kill her.

F***,

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 from me?

Look, I've thought about

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