Paradox Page #4

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That's your blood.

F***. That's just great.

I'll do my best.

Good. But until then,

no footage, no proof.

Look, I'm not making this up,

you dick.

Okay. So then tell me this. Why didn't you just

stick around and find out what was going on,

before you came back

and started scaring everybody?

Because the lab

was about to explode.

Somebody set the lab

to self destruct.

Right.

We don't have a self destruct.

No, actually we do.

Why do we have a self destruct?

The machine belongs to all

of us. That was the deal.

Now we all know that what we've

built is far too powerful

to fall into the hands

of the wrong persons.

Especially the government.

I don't believe this crap.

What the f***!

I need to talk to you outside.

And you can't

repeat this to anyone.

But I think that we might have

been infiltrated by the NSA.

It's Jim, right?

That's why you sent him instead.

That's why he's so expendable.

But he also

could be telling the truth.

Why don't you let me

go forward and find out?

Look, we are all dead

at midnight.

That is the worst

spoiler alert ever.

Look, that means we just have less than

an hour to get the hell outta here.

-Yeah, OK.

-Time displacement commencing.

What?

Let's do this, Landau.

Speed it up, Landau.

-Mr. Landau, stop. What are you doing?

-All right, easy, easy, easy.

I'm going forward

to check it out.

-What?

-I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not gonna sit around here

for an hour to find out.

By the time you get there,

it'll all be over.

No, I'm gonna arrive at 11:50,

ten minutes before you did.

All right, smart ass.

I hope you're bringing a gun

because there's gonna be somebody

there f***ing killing us.

-All right, bring a gun. You.

-You smug bastard.

I picked the wrong week

to quit smoking.

-You're making a mistake.

-Kiss for luck?

Bite me, Bill.

Hit it.

Don't do this.

Ready. Ready. Ready

Okay, back to plan A.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

Well, wait, what if William's

plan actually works?

We won't know what he manages

to do for another 40 minutes.

By then, it might be too late.

Wait. Wait.

He's coming back.

What is that?

What is... What the...

What is that? What is that?

My God!

That's it. Time to get

the f*** outta here.

Elevator not responding.

F***. The elevator runs on

the power from the warehouse.

No, no, no.

Game over, man. Game over.

What, what's wrong?

The warehouse in the city

that right now has no power.

But you geniuses did that!

No, we know that it gets fixed,

okay. I saw it.

But too late.

By then, we're dead.

F***.

The security office.

They have a phone.

Bill's head

was some kind of trophy.

-The killer is taunting us.

-The phones are dead.

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