PLEASE HELP! | LIFE IS STRANGE - Part 12 (React: Gaming)

- (Seth) Previously
on Life is Strange...

- (Nathan) What
are you doing in my dorm?

- Damn. (laughing)
That's my favorite part.

- (Max) I know he has something
to do with Rachel missing.

(gasping)
- But it wasn't him.

- Oh, then the body.
- (Chloe groaning in disgust)

(sobbing) Rachel, why?!

- (Max) I'm sorry, Chloe.
- That's so rough.

- (Chloe) She's still there.

- Oh!
- Ah.

- (Max) Chloe--
- I kind of forgot about that.

- (Chloe) What the [bleep]?
(gunshot)

- The damn teacher!
- Yeah.

- But why?
- I'm gonna kill this fool.

- That was such a plot twist.
- That was.

I-- I was shook.

- (Seth) This time
on Life is Strange...

- Oh no! We're in the Dark Room.
- Yeah.

- Oh man.
- He drugged us.

- [Bleep].

It's so suspenseful, jeez.
- I know.

We're waking up.

He probably took pictures of us.

♪ (unsettling music) ♪

- She doesn't have fingernails.
- (chuckling)

- Oh my god.
- What'd I tell you?

Duct taped.
- "Polarized."

- That's a filter. (chuckling)

- They're gonna try to kill her
because, obviously, she knows--

- Too much.
- Too much, yeah.

- Oh.
- Oh my god!

- (Max groaning)
- Okay, how do we get outta here?

(startled) Oh!
- (gasping) Oh!

- (Max, weakly) Chloe?
- Oh.

- Oh, I thought
she was naked at first,

and I was like, "Oh my god."

- (Max) Where...
- Oh my god.

- Can I struggle out?
- (Max) The Dark Room.

- What can we do?
- (Max) Is anybody out there?

Please, help!
- Who's screaming?

It can't be Chloe.
- Uh...

- "Detach, X."

- "Right foot," look, look.
- Now you can detach.

- Yeah.
- (Max groaning)

- Oh nice!

It's duct tape, are you kidding?

- (Max) Finally! I'm free.
- You gotta detach everything.

- (Max) Almost...

(wiggling)
- Uh...

All right, let's see.
What can we do?

- Should we detach our hand or no?

- This?
- (Max straining)

- There's gotta be something
to cut something with

or something.
- Yeah.

- Um.
- (gasping) This picture.

- What is that?
- Is it us?

- Yep.

- (Max) I hate looking
at myself like that.

You'll pay for this, Jefferson.
- We gotta kill that fool.

- Ugh.
- Uh...

- What is that?

- Wait, it says "focus on the photo."

Does that mean
it's gonna bring us back to that?

- (Max) This must be the same drug...

I promised I would never
go back in time like this again,

but this is the only way.
- Ah, shoot.

- It's like lock picking in Skyrim,
if you've ever done that.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh, that's great.
- Oh, I hate that.

- (groaning)
- Ugh.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Max.
- (gasping)

- Oh, that's disgusting.
- That's a little creepy.

- That's so scary.

- (Mr. Jefferson) This angle
highlights your purity, see?

The slightly unconscious model
is often the most open and honest.

(angrily) Hold that stare there!

Stay still!

- Jesus, he's a little
too dedicated to the art.

(taking picture)
- (Max whimpering)

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh, Max!
You [bleep] up my shot!

- Damn, he's a psychopath.

- (Mr. Jefferson)
I knew you were special

the second I saw your first--
- What the [bleep]?

- (chuckling) "You were special
the first time I saw your selfie."

(laughing)
- What?

- I thought that just sounded funny.
- (chuckling)

- (Mr. Jefferson) Not
like Rachel, who was always

looking in the wrong places.
Poor Rachel.

If only Nathan could see this setup.

He tried so hard.

But you can't just throw
a few subjects around

and expect a cohesive style or theme.

But he had an eye for shadows.

And an eye for a whole lot more,
as his elite family will find out.

- He's gonna put the blame
on Nathan, huh?

- Yep.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Too bad
you're so goddamn nosy, Max!

But this room
is under 24/7 surveillance,

so all I had to do was text you...
- Oh my god.

- (Mr. Jefferson) ...from Nathan's
phone and you fell right into my hands.

- (Max) Chloe...
- (chuckling)

- (Mr. Jefferson) Chloe, right.

Yeah, I'm sorry that I killed--

- See, he's gonna put
all the blame on Nathan.

- (Mr. Jefferson) But
she had a troubled history

like most Arcadia Bay drop-outs.

- So did we just lose Chloe,
because, obviously,

we couldn't go back in time
and save her in that moment.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Maybe a new dose
will calm you down.

- (Max) No.
- Oh god.

- What? Uh, do something.
(instruments clinking)

- (Max whimpering)

- (Mr. Jefferson) Now don't move,
or this will hurt much.

- Mmmmm! I hate needles.
- (Max grunting)

- (Mr. Jefferson) Stupid bitch!

You just don't listen, do you?

In fact, you never did
hear much in my class.

If you had, you might
have seen all this coming.

Remember my number one rule.

Always take the shot.
- (Max groaning in pain)

- Oh, I hate needles.
- Oh my god.

- What? Why is it going away?

Because we kicked
that thing, I guess, this time

instead of just being passed out.

- (Max) Oh Jesus!

I can't believe that happened.

So sick.

(Victoria groaning weakly)

- You can see the little dot or the--
- Now he notices her?

- Look at that thing.
- Okay.

- That one.

- (Max) Whoa, I'm definitely
more awake in this photo.

I could try this one.
- Not quite yet.

- Oh.
- Speak to Victoria.

- (Max) Oh shit, Jefferson
kidnapped Victoria.

Wait, Jefferson couldn't
handle stains on his photos.

Good. Now I can use them.

Victoria? Hey, Victoria, it's Max.

Can you hear me?

You've been drugged like Kate and me.

Do you remember how you got here?

- (Victoria) No. I don't know.

Wait, you warned me.

You warned me about Nathan.

Then I went to Jefferson for help
and he was acting so weird.

- (Max) Listen carefully,
Mark Jefferson kidnapped us.

He's using Nathan as well.

- Do you think she'd be here
if we didn't warn her?

- (Max) ...very dangerous,
so we have to get out of here

before he comes back.

- Probably because he was still using
Nathan either way, you know?

- (Victoria) I just can't
believe this is real.

(crying) I don't
want to die like this.

I'm only 18.

- Uh.

- "Nobody's going to die"?

- No, because
we're gonna kill that fool.

- So then "I have a plan"?
- "I have a plan."

- But do we have a plan?
I guess we'll find out.

- (Max) Victoria, please listen.

I have a plan.

I'm not going to let that asshole
get away with this.

I just need you to be strong.

I can't do this alone.

We need to act
while we're clear-headed.

If he doses us again,
we'll forget everything.

- (Victoria) I'm not strong, Max.

Look at me.

Look what I did to Kate Marsh.

Now she's in the hospital,
and I'm here.

- Uh, "We're both here."
- "We're both here"?

- Yeah.
- (Max) We're both here, okay?

We will find a way
to escape, I promise.

- (Victoria) Max, I believe you.

- If she dies, I'm gonna feel bad.
- Huh?

- If she dies--
- I bet you everyone's gonna die.

- (Max) Please work.

- Wait, is it right here?
- (Mr. Jefferson whispering)

- I hate that whisper!

- (Mr. Jefferson) I'm getting
some spectacular images here, Max.

Yes, Victoria would kill
to be in your place,

but she doesn't understand
our connection.

- What is he even planning
on doing with these photos?

- I don't know.

- (Mr. Jefferson) I choose you.

- It's not like he can release them
anywhere, you know?

- Yeah.

- (Mr. Jefferson)
I know you're scared.

You all have the same doe-eyed look
when you wake up here,

replaced by fear as you
realize what's about to happen.

- (Max) Mr. Jefferson,
why are you doing this?

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh, Max.

I'm so glad you asked that question.

Simply put, I'm obsessed
with the idea of capturing

that moment innocence
evolves into corruption.

Most models are cynical.

They lose that naiveté.

However, some Blackwell students
carry their hope

and optimism with them like an aura.

And those lucky few
become my models, my subjects.

- (Max) Yes, you're a psychopath.

And this is your last session.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Ooh.
- Damn.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Au contraire, Max.

I'm so sane that nobody knows
what's happening to you right now.

And don't get me
started on your late partner.

I had enough of those faux-punk sluts
in my Seattle days.

- Uh--
- "You killed Chloe?"

- I feel like "go to hell"
would just make him pissed off

and--
- But that might lure him in,

and we could be like-- I don't know.

Do something.

- Fine, "go to hell."
- Go to hell!

- (Max) Go to hell.

You will, for everybody you've hurt.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Unlike
pure, sweet Kate Marsh,

I don't believe in that bullshit.

She could've been my masterpiece.

The world is what an artist
makes it, and my muse--

- Uh...

- I think we should
just keep trying to piss him off.

- Yeah, let's keep
trying to piss him off.

"Blah, blah."

- (Max) Blah, blah, blah.
God, I hate your voice now.

- Oh, if she's angsty,
then she's not so pure or whatever.

- Yeah.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh.

(chuckling) That struck a nerve.

Your face changed color. Beautiful.

- (Max) You will
not get away with this.

I want you to know that.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Too bad you
already made a convincing argument

against Nathan
in the Principal's office.

Thank you so much for setting--
- Ugh!

- "You used..."--
- Yeah, "You used."

- "You used him."

- (Max) You used Nathan.

- (Mr. Jefferson) I prefer
the term "manipulated."

LIke with an image, Nathan's
was easy to twist around.

I became a sort
of father figure for Nathan.

In return, I had access
to the Prescott fortune.

Who do you think paid
for this glorious dark room

and equipment?

How else could I get
all these hip new drugs

for my subjects?
- Jeez.

This guy's so crazy.

- (Max) ...victim, not your subject.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh--
- He murdered Rachel.

- (Mr. Jefferson)
That's the real tragedy.

Nathan thought
he could be an artist like me.

Instead, the dumbass
gave her an overdose.

- "Why Rachel?"
Yeah, I don't know.

I guess we should find out.
- Yeah, get more information.

- (Mr. Jefferson) I don't have time
to tell you everything.

But she was special.

A human chameleon.

So many visual possibilities.

We--
- "Visual possibilities"?

That sounds so gross.

- "She let you take pictures?"

- (Max) Did she let
you take pictures of her?

- (Mr. Jefferson)
Rachel was in love with me.

- Oh my god! No!

- (Max) Not that I'll let you.

Nobody loved having
their picture taken more.

- She wanted to be a model!

- (Mr. Jefferson) Rachel is dead.

But no tears, Los Angeles
would've killed her anyway,

so look at this as a favor.

- (Max) Where is Nathan now?
- (Mr. Jefferson) Dead and buried.

- (gasping)

- (Mr. Jefferson) After what he did
to Rachel, I knew I couldn't--

- Wait, he murdered Nathan too?

- (Mr. Jefferson) Now the police
will never find his body.

Do you finally get it now, Max?

I can't compromise
my vision with amateurs.

- (Max) You are an amateur.

- He murdered so many people.
- I know.

- (Max) You can't
blame all this on Nathan.

I don't care what you do to me.

You're gonna die, mother[bleep].
- Yeah, tell 'em!

- (Max) ...and Rachel,
and everybody else.

- (Mr. Jefferson)
I do love your spirit, Max,

but you brought yourself here,
by your own choice.

Anyway, I like my models
to be seen and not heard,

so I have to make sure
there's nothing left behind--

- Is he gonna kill us too?
- He's gonna try to.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Now, let's
see how these shots came out.

♪ (music blaring) ♪
- Uh...

- Can you do anything? No?

Journal!
- Oh, journal.

- (Max) I have all
those photos in my diary.

This could be a way out.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh, now this one...
- Oh.

Wait. Right, we rewind?
- Yeah, rewind.

Rewind it.

- Just go a little farther.
Back from the dot.

- (Max) Wait!

Please, Mr. Jefferson...

- (Mr. Jefferson) Max,
I would love to talk shop,

but I really need
to go over these pictures.

Especially while
they're fresh in my mind.

I think our session
was a career high for me.

- "My diary"?

Show me-- yeah, "my diary."
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- (Max) You... you still have my diary.

- (Mr. Jefferson) Don't worry,
nobody's going to read it.

Thanks for reminding me.

Look at your selfies.

What a waste of talent.

Look at that shot, Max.

You can do so much better.

- That's so far back.
It's the beginning of the game.

- Wait, the picture. Yeah.
- (gasping)

Wait, can we go back to that selfie?
- Yeah, we have to do it.

- All right, let's go!
- Oh my god!

What?
- We start the game over, baby.

Let's go, round two!
- (laughing)

- This was the fourth time
we're playing through this scene.

- Oh yeah.
- What?

- (Mr. Jefferson) ... and capture you
in a moment of desperation.

(shushing)

I believe Max has
taken what you kids call--

- Oh my god, you little creep.

- (Max) I'm back.

Right back where I started this--

- So we're not friends with Chloe
or anything like that yet?

- (Mr. Jefferson) Now, Max,
since you've captured our interest...

- Oh my god.
- Just call him out, girl.

- (Mr. Jefferson) ...can you please
tell us the name of the process that

gave birth to
the first self-portraits?

- Uh...

Oh, because he captures people.

So we're, like--
- Okay.

- I'm thinking we either go
for the right answer,

or the "not capturing" one.
- "Not capture."

I kinda want to just see
what that does.

- Yeah, screw it, let's do it.

- (Max) I'm not into
capturing your interest.

That's kind of sick, isn't it?
- Oh!

- (Mr. Jefferson) I guess somebody
hasn't had their coffee.

Do you want to try again?

- (Max) Okay, okay,
the Daguerreian process.

Blah, blah, blah.

- Victoria still hates us.
- That's so weird.

So we're in the beginning of the game.

We have no progress.

(school bell ringing)

- Okay, but if we stay
behind to talk to him,

Chloe's gonna get shot.
- Yeah.

- (Max) Time to change time.

- (Mr. Jefferson) ...the winner
to San Francisco,

where you'll be feted by...

- (Max) First, let's make it real easy
to capture Mark Jefferson.

- (Mr. Jefferson) ...Alyssa,
get it together.

Taylor, don't hide.

I'm still waiting for your entry, too.

And yes, Max, I see you
pretending not to see me.

- (Max) Bastard.

- Oh my god.

- (Max) I have to warn David
about Jefferson

and the Dark Room.
- David?

- Who's David?

Oh, the-- yeah.
The security guard.

- "Search."

- (Max) I should be able
to track down David's number

from the school pamphlet.

- Uh...
- (Max) Found you!

- Oh.
- (Seth and Rae) "555-630-8243."

- Cellphone.

- (Max) For once, David,
I'm praying you'll overreact

to this as much as everything else,
and take Jefferson down fast.

- Okay, yeah, we don't even need that.

- (Max) You wanted me
to enter the contest, asshole.

So maybe I'll
be going to San Francisco.

And Jefferson,
you'll be going to prison.

Am I pushing myself too hard?

- Go talk to Kate.
- Yeah.

- Wait, are we supposed to--

- (Max) It doesn't matter
what happens to me.

- Oh, save Chloe.

- (Max) I have to save Chloe.

- Go talk to Kate real fast, though,
so she won't kill herself.

- Uh...
- Yeah, talk to Kate real quick.

Just comfort.
Just like, "Hey, girl.

How you do?"
- (Max) Hi, Kate.

- (Kate) Oh, hey, Max.
- All right, guys.

- (Max) Always remember
that you're not alone.

I've got your back,
no matter what happens.

- There we go.

- (Max) So do a lot of other people.

We all care.

We're all here for you.

You need to know that.

- (Kate) Max, that
makes me feel so blessed

for the first time this week.

I-- I don't know what to say.

- (Max) That's okay,
neither do I.

Maybe we could both use a hug.

- Yay!
- There we go.

- Yay!
- (Kate) Thanks.

- Saved her, round two.

- All right, let's go save Chloe.

- Screw this guy.
Oh, give photo.

Wait, I don't know.
- (Max) Mr. Jefferson?

We need to talk.

- (Victoria) Can you see I'm talking
to Mr. Jefferson now?

- (Max) Yes, I see.

But maybe you shouldn't.

- (Victoria) Uh, and why not?

- (Mr. Jefferson) Hold on, Victoria.
Are you okay, Max?

- (Max) I will be
when Victoria understands

that hiding behind a screen,
posting videos of people

is incredibly cruel and unfair.

You're smart enough to know
how easy it is to hurt somebody,

to destroy their life.
- Ooh, we're just calling out everyone.

- We're just blazing guns, just--
- Go for it.

- (Max) You can always make
the right choice, Victoria.

I know you've got a good heart.

I've seen it.

- (Victoria) Okay, I don't know
what you're talking about now,

do I, Mr. Jefferson?

- (Mr. Jefferson) I think I should
stay out of this one, Victoria.

- (Victoria) Then I guess
I'm done talking.

- (Max) And that's okay too.
- Pffft!

- Ooh!
- Sass.

- What was that?

- (Max) Here's my photograph
for the "Everyday Heroes" contest.

- The selfie?

- (Mr. Jefferson) Oh, that was easy.

- (Max) No, it wasn't easy at all.

- (Mr. Jefferson)
That means a lot to me

and Blackwell.

The first step for any artist
is to put themselves out there...

- Shut up!

- (Mr. Jefferson)
...in the world, without fear.

To be innocent.
- UGH!

- (Max) Or guilty.

As you're going
to find out, Mr. Jefferson.

- Damn!

- Wait, we didn't save Chloe.
- Wait, we didn't save Chloe.

Oh shoot!

- We entered the contest,
so are we gonna be in San Francisco?

- Wait, wait.
- Okay, Chloe's dead, guys.

- Chloe's still dead.
- No, she's not.

She's not. No, look, the pictures.

- Nothing's changing.
- Nothing's changing.

- Oh, except for that, but in terms
of us being friends and stuff.

- Shit. Is she dead?

(gasping)
- Good.

- Here, take this.
- Damn.

- Shoot, so much is happening.

- Oh, we won.

Are we still friends
with Chloe, though?

- I don't like that.

- Oh, yay, we're
still friends with her.

- Oh god.

- And we still have to worry about
the end of the world thing.

- Oh, right. That's a thing.

- (Max) Okay, you're okay, Max.

You're safe, on a plane.

- But are we safe?

♪ Bum bum bum ♪

- (Max) I hope I did
everything right this time.

- But yeah, the end
of the world thing,

completely forgot about that.

- (Max) Good work, David.

- You're not supposed to be using
your phone on a plane.

- (Max) Chloe, oh, you're alive.

Oh, you're alive.
- And we're friends.

- How many times does Chloe
have to die in this game?

- (Max) I fixed everything.
- Hmm?

- How many times
does Chloe have to die?

- Dead so many times, dude.

- Uh--
- It's not really, like...

- (Max) The beginning of the end
for Jefferson and the Prescotts.

- You want to read it?
- Yeah.

- "Two Moon Diner?

Amid all the environmental chaos
in Aracadia Bay,

such as the unseasonal snowfall
and beached whales,

some residents reported seeing
two full moons last night around 8:00.

No cellphone or video footage
has surfaced yet,

which has led local meteorologists
to believe that imaginations

are in overdrive due
to the recent eco-havoc.

- "Blackwell Security
Uncovers Bunker in Scandal.

Acting on a series of tips
from David Madsen,

head of security at Blackwell Academy,
police officers descended Tuesday

on a bizarre underground chamber,
allegedly used by

teacher Mark Jefferson
and student Nathan Prescott

to drug, kidnap,
and photograph young women.

Sean Prescott, the most
powerful businessman in the area,

is under investigation for his role
as the owner of the farmhouse

where the high tech
dark room studio was located.

- So Nathan got screwed too, though.

Can we look at the teacher, maybe?

- Yeah, I will.

- (Max) We're almost in San Francisco.

I am so stressed,
but I'm so excited too.

- (pilot) Please fasten your seat,
and stow any electronic gear

until the plane is on the ground
and at the gate.

Thank you.

We're starting our descent
in a few minutes.

Come fly with us anytime.

- (Principal Wells) It's been
a tough week at Blackwell,

so I hope you'll forgive me.

Between Mr. Jefferson
and the Prescotts,

things have been hectic,
to say the least.

- I totally get it, Principal Wells.

- (Principal Wells) We are proud
of you for representing Blackwell

at the "Everyday Heroes" contest.

I know I'm not exactly the guide
you wanted in San Francisco.

But we all want you to have
a great experience here.

- (Max) I already am,
and we're not even there.

- Heh.

- I'd feel uncomfortable,
just going with one adult.

- (Max) Christ!
Another nosebleed?

Max, you're not just screwing
around with time.

- What?
- Okay.

We're just jumping around now.

- Are we gonna die or something
because we're living

in a different timeline now.

Which is probably not good.

♪ (soft music) ♪

- (Max) San Francisco is so cool,
and this gallery is huge.

- (Principal Wells) So is the buffet.

If an event skips on the food,
you know it's a bad event.

- (Max) As long as
I don't have to eat any caviar.

- (Principal Wells)
This is your day, Max.

You can do whatever you want.

I hope you take
advantage of your status

and talk to as many influential people
here as possible.

Walk the room.

- (Max) I don't know.

I feel so weird, like I'm a little kid
hanging with the adults.

- This seems too peaceful.

Like, shit's about
to hit the fan, real quick.

- The end of the world.

- (Principal Wells) You're
a noteworty adult being honored

by your peers.

Now you have to start acting
like the photographer you want to be.

Better get in there
and start schmoozing.

You know, I won't always
be here to take charge.

But you come talk to me,
whenever you want.

- (Max) Come on, Max.

After everything that's happened,
this should be the least scary thing

you've ever done.

- Alrighty, I guess we just--
- Just go talk to everyone.

There's a guy right there.
- All right.

Let's go schmooze.
Oh. we're gonna look?

Oh, those are just all the names.
- (Max) I went from the Dark Room

to this gallery.

- But her thing
isn't even hung up, is it?

- I know.
- Man.

- (Max) Life is weird.

- (critic) Are you Max Caulfield?
Bravo on your entry.

I'm the art critic for--
- Seems like he's not very important.

- (critic) ...we would love
to include you in a piece

about future trendsetters
in photography.

- He's not even talking to us.
- I know.

- (critic) I'll send you
the details this week,

if that's okay.

Congratulations for your piece.
- Thanks.

- "Woman."
- What's up?

- (woman) You must be
the Everyday Hero from Blackwell.

My name is Lauren--
- No one looks us.

- I know.

- (Lauren) ...media
department at Detroit--

- They're just too into the art.

- (Lauren) I'd love to talk about
you being a residency next spring.

Don't say anything
to Principal Wells. Yet.

- Oh, there it is.
- Oh, there it is.

Okay, let's go talk
to people in there.

- (viewer #1) Loving the retro vibe.
- (viewer #2) Me too.

Makes me want to go buy--
- Let's look at it.

- Let's really absorb it.

- (viewer #1) Hey, and there
she is to save the day.

- (Max) Hi.

- How do they all know it's her?

- (Max) You did it, Max.

You're a real artist.

At least for today.

- Yeah.

- Oh no.
- Oh, a nose bleed.

- (gasping)

(storm raging)

Oh!
- It's vibrating.

(wind howling)
- Oh.

- Aaah! (laughing)

Man, I was in
the middle of networking.

- (viewer #1) Hey, are you okay?

We lost you there for a second.
- (viewer #2) Oh, your nose!

- (Max) I'm okay.
Jet lag. High altitude.

- "High altitude."
- Jeez.

- (Max) You left
the ringer off, idiot!

- Oh, so many missed calls.
- (Max) Come on.

Please answer.

- (Chloe) Max! Holy shit, man!

Your vision! It's true!
(winds whipping violently)

You saw the tornado. It's coming!

- (groaning)
- (Max) Oh no.

Chloe, where are you?

- (Chloe) I'm so [bleep] scared!

I'm-- I'm at the beach.
I'm stuck in the--

(signal breaking up)
- (Max) Can you hear me?

Hello?
- She died again.

- Pfft!

Chloe's just not supposed to live.

- (Max) Chloe will die.

- Are we gonna have to go back
to our entry photo or something?

- What do I do?

Do I go talk to Mr. what's-his-face?
- Go!

- (Max) ...for good.
- Go find her!

Go find her entry.

- That's gotta be the only way,
even though we're

gonna get messed up.

- (Max) No [bleep] way.

Chloe can't die again.
- "Again."

- (Max) I have to save her.
- Okay, let's go.

Why aren't we hustling?!

"Focus on the photo."

- Whoa, that's even farther back
than where we--

Oh!
- Oh shoot.

- You got it, Mikaela.

- (man) Excuse me,
I'd love to ask you--

- Oh my god.
- No!

- (Max) Sorry, but...
- "Sorry, but hold on."

- Do one stick first.

Like, do one stick to where it--
- Oh my god.

- Do one stick to where
you see it's the clearest,

and then do the other one.
- (Max) Can we talk later?

Thanks.

I literally do not have the time
to deal with everybody.

- No, go back to where you were.

You had it for a second.
- I did?

Nope.
- Do you want me to do it?

- Yeah. Damn it! (laughing)

- (Max) Not right now.

- She's staring at her picture, like,
"Sorry, I can't talk right now."

- (laughing) I'm focusing on me.

-Here.
- Okay.

Oh my lanta.

We're going back
so far in this episode.

- Blah!

- She's gonna be so jacked up, dude.

- (Max) What is going on now?

It feels like reality
is breaking apart.

What am I doing to time?

- You're screwing it up, girl.

- No, bro, look at the photo.

Go back in the photo again!

- (Max) ...one simple change
so I won't end up in San Francisco.

- Oh my god.
- Tear it!

- What?
- (Max) Sorry, San Francisco.

Chloe comes first.
- Damn.

There goes her career.

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