The Butterfly Effect 3: Revelations Page #3

You can't handle that many overlaps.

It'll drive you crazy.

Can we get another

round here, sweetheart?

Save it, Goldburg.

You gave me an "F"

in freshman physics, remember?

You're never gonna let me live it down.

You start tipping, I might.

Keep the change.

Everybody's happy.

I know it's hard, man.

But for whatever reason,

your girl Rebecca had to die.

And I've had to live with it.

Not saving someone's life

isn't the same thing as killing them, Sam.

No.

But it's close.

You do a good thing, Sam.

You bring a lot of closure to people.

Everybody but myself.

You gotta stop living in the past.

You gotta get this girl out of your mind.

She's dead.

You're never gonna see her again.

And if you want to help

this poor death-row bastard,

then you better find a way

to do it in the here and now.

It's like my ex-wife used to say before she

ran off to Ecuador

with the f***ing gardener.

You gotta live in the moment, man.

This one's on the house.

Thanks.

What is it?

A buttery nipple.

Come on!

Uh! Hurry!

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. I can't.

I just can't.

Come on.

Please.

Vicky, I need to be alone right now.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Oh, okay.

That's fine.

I really know how to pick 'em, huh?

It's nothing personal.

What?

Are you... Are you gay?

I could introduce you

to my friend Brendan.

He's gay, too. Maybe you guys

could hang out!

Well, I'll be sure to give you his number,

and you can go,

you know, do man things.

Sound good?

Rebecca...

Lonnie...

Hey, Liz. It's Sam.

I changed my mind.

I'll help you out.

You got five minutes.

Hello.

Hey, Lonnie.

Sam Reide. Remember me?

South Pontiac High.

South Pontiac Grizzly Bears.

I'm here to help you.

Look, Lonnie. I know

you didn't kill Rebecca Brown.

Jesus, Lonnie. Say something.

Why are you here?

I just told you.

You here to laugh at me?

No, look, Lonnie.

I know you loved Rebecca.

I know she loved you.

I know what was going on.

She wrote all about it, right here.

What are you trying to do?

We can get a new trial.

Look, Lonnie. I don't think you heard me.

This is new evidence.

The police don't want to reopen the case,

but we can request a stay of execution.

New evidence. New trial.

- You'll be exonerated.

- No.

Do you understand?

- I'm sending this to your lawyer.

- No.

Lonnie, would you just look at the diary!

It was you.

You killed her.

And I've been locked in here for 10 yearsl

And you've been freel

You can't come in here

and do this to me!

You can't pretend

to be the good guy nowl

It's not fairl

It's not fair!

You did it, Sam!

You should be in here!

Let's go. You did it, Sam!

It's not fair!

It's not fair.

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