you know precisely
what someone will have for breakfast...
even in a world of tamper-proof lids.
How?
And that's where
I would have entered the story.
Or exited, depending on your reference.
Because when Aaron came back
the second time, it wasn't so easy.
He wasn't expecting me to put up a fight.
And by that time,
he was too exhausted to take me.
But for reasons
that are only evident to me now...
I understood that he simply wanted it more.
That he just had more invested. So I left.
He had already performed the task,
as I had intended to...
of recording the conversations of the day
just in case.
Through that earpiece
he had a three-second lead on the world.
Aaron, you need some sleep.
Some real sleep.
I can't. I've got a schedule.
He had but to speak aloud the words
that came into his head...
and those around him would fall in line.
This is Track 3.
Abe is bringing my car around
and I am on my way to the court.
I'll see Will there.
I'll invite him to the party and make sure
he's bringing Rachel's boyfriend.
Will.
You pretentious prick.
What the hell is that?
Is that your cell phone?
- No, it's a radio, man.
- You look like Secret Service.
- You look like Secret Service.
- Ariel meeting is moved to Wednesday.
What? What the hell
am I hanging around here for?
Yeah, I know. Sorry.
Nice shot, Aaron.
Brick. That is ugly, Aaron.
We could have used that
last week against TI.
At least you've got your golf game.
I see you've been practicing.
You come out here with your $3 tie
and think you can play whiteball.
What are you doing tonight?
I was supposed to be in Raleigh.
Thanks to you I missed my flight.
- You know Robert?
- Yeah.
He's got a birthday tonight.
Why don't you come out?
- I'm just going to hang out with my cousin.
- Bring him. Rachel will be there.
- Big reunion.
- Exactly.
I don't think I'm doing this.
Why not?
Because I can think of a million
different ways that this can happen...
and nobody comes anywhere near
getting hurt.
I can call her and see
if she wants to do something else...
or better yet,
not even talk to her about the party.
That's good for tonight. What about
tomorrow? And every other day?
- I'll take care of tomorrow, tomorrow.
- You'll watch her always.
This guy is crazy enough to walk
into a room of people waving a shotgun.
What do you think he'll do
if he ever finds her alone?
This way, we know exactly what happens.
We have complete control over it.
At the end of the night,
this guy is arrested and goes to jail.
That's the way it goes.
Your words, not mine.
Now come on, it has to be you.
She said she was there
because you told her you would be there.
Don't tell me I came back
and did this for nothing.
He doesn't fire?
- No. He didn't fire.
- He never fires?
- Not even when you rushed him?
- No. He didn't.
He didn't the time I was, when I rushed him.
And from what Robert tells you,
he didn't do it tonight.
He doesn't have the nerve.
We know everything.
Okay? We're prescient.
We can still be careful.
Maybe we can get to the gun
without him knowing.
We definitely can.
He leaves it in the truck
before he goes in. We don't even need to...
- but if it makes you feel better...
- What's wrong with our hands?
What do you mean?
Why can't we write like normal people?
I don't know. I can see the letters.
I know what they should look like.
I just can't get my hand to make them easily.
Try comparing it to your left hand.
Mine looks the same.
Guess what today is.
No, no. It's your friend Robert's birthday.
He says he likes records,
so I got him The Best of Bread.
No, real records, like vinyl.
I can tell you with certainty
what I did that night when it was my turn.
But I think it would do little good,

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