The Butterfly Effect 3: Revelations

All right, Josh.

Time to go.

Five more minutes.

No. I'm counting to 3,

and then I'm going to get mad.

Five more minutes!

Come on.

What do you want for dinner?

Chinese.

You had Chinese last night.

I have to eat it every day.

Why?

Be a kung fu master.

Well, show me your moves, Jackie Chan.

You ready for your tournament tonight?

Yeah. I'm going to make him bleed.

I'm going to make him cry.

I'm going to make him

run home to his mama.

- Who?

- Michael. I hate him.

He's, like, your friend.

Not anymore.

Why not?

Because he picks on people.

Does he pick on you?

Sometimes.

I'm going to talk to his mother about that.

No! Mom!

Help!

Turn on the lights.

Write this down.

You okay?

Yeah.

So what did you see?

You don't want to know.

Yes, I do. You think I do this

for the great benefits package?

Jenna, don't forget your

shrink appointment today.

I don't want to hear

you skipped another one.

Oh. Thanks, Jenna.

Thanks for helping.

Thanks for keeping my brain stable

while I jump through time.

No problem, Sam.

Glad I could help.

The things that she can cook... meatloaf.

So I got home,

and she's wearing her negligee...

You know it's good

if you burn your mouth.

Let's go.

That's the guy?

That's the psychic?

Laugh all you want,

but that psychic's

put 22 perps behind bars.

He took the car,

but it's not what he was after.

The purse?

It was her. He was there to kill her.

It was a hit... murder for hire.

Who hired him, Sam?

It's in his cell phone records.

He made a phone call 12 after 7.

- Come on. How does he know this stuff?

- Never mind.

Get the ex-husband's phone records.

See if he received a call

at 7:
12 that night.

I suspected the ex,

the way that kid's left unharmed.

Excuse me, Detective, uh...

Nicholas.

The kid wasn't unharmed.

He saw his mother

bludgeoned to death.

I assume my check is downstairs.

I don't know

how you know what you know,

but I know that you ain't no psychic.

Prove me wrong.

Tell me the first thing

my wife ever said to me.

Real psychics know that kind of sh*t, Sam.

I look forward to your next call, Detective.

So this ought to settle us up

for this month and next.

Look at you. Ain't you

the sweetest thing?

The way you take care of your sister.

About as sweet as pumpkin pie.

Yes, you are.

How sweet is pumpkin pie

with some whipped cream

on that sweet little ass of yours?

Yeah, uh, you know,

I actually got to get going

because I got ice cream

in the groceries.

I need to introduce you

to my niece Roxanne.

I'd love to meet her.

Okay. I'll get her number for you.

Yeah. Okay.

You stay right there. I'll be right back.

Right.

Jenna.

Didn't hear me knocking?

Didn't know it was you.

Who'd you think it was?

Gestapo.

You ever open up a window in here?

What, and lose the ambiance?

You're never gonna believe

what happened last night.

Try me.

The Kalowitzes next door

were up late fighting.

Shocking.

Let me get to the good part.

She drops the D-bomb.

Divorce?

So it looks like Apartment 3-B

might be opening up.

You could grab it.

We could be neighbors.

Yeah, then you could stay up late

eavesdropping on me.

Oh, yeah. Eavesdropping

on your exciting social life.

Those things will f***ing kill ya.

Godspeed.

So how was work, Mr. Police Psychic?

We ever find out

who killed Mommy in the park?

Get an I. D?

Yeah. It was some gun the ex hired.

It's always the ex.

I should warn Peggy

before she serves Kevin

those divorce papers.

To do that, you'd actually

have to leave your apartment.

Sorry. That was just a joke.

Anyway, I leave my apartment.

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