Henry Hamilton: How old are you? In real time?
Will Salas: 28.
Henry Hamilton: I’m 105.
Will Salas: Good for you. You won’t see 106, you have too many more nights like tonight.
Henry Hamilton: You are right. But the day comes when you’ve had enough. Your mind can be spent, even if your body’s not. We want to die. We need to.
Will Salas: That’s your problem? You’ve been alive too long? You ever known anyone who’s died?
Henry Hamilton: For a few to be immortal, many must die.
Will Salas: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Henry Hamilton: You really don’t know, do you? Everyone can’t live forever. Where would we put them? Why do you think there are time zones? Why do you think taxes and prices go up the same day in the ghetto? The cost of living keeps rising to make sure people keep dying. How else could there be men with a million years while most live day to day? But the truth is… there’s more than enough. No one has to die before their time. If you had as much time as I have on that clock, what would you do with it?
Will Salas: I’d stop watching it. I can tell you one thing. If I had all that time, I sure as hell wouldn’t waste it.
Philippe Weis: You’d steal from your own father.
Sylvia Weis: Is it stealing if it’s already stolen?
Henry Hamilton: [note to Will] Don’t waste my time.
Philippe Weis: Is that so? You might upset the balance for a generation. Two. But don’t fool yourself. In the end, nothing will change. Because everyone wants to live forever. They all think they have a chance at immortality even though all the evidence is against it. They all think they will be the exception. But the truth is: For a few to be immortal, many must die.
Will Salas: [points a gun at Philippe] NO ONE should be immortal, if even one person has to die.
Will Salas: [buying a car] Fifty-nine years.
Car Salesman: Plus tax.
[Will pauses, then holds out his arm to pay the price]
Car Salesman: Price includes delivery.
Will Salas: Delivery?
Car Salesman: To wherever you wanna display it.
Will Salas: Display it? Hell, I’m gonna drive it!
Sylvia Weis: I didn’t mean to shoot him, I wanted to scare him.
Will Salas: I think you did both.
Sylvia Weis: Will, if you get a lot of time, are you really gonna give it away?
Will Salas: I’ve only ever had a day. How much do you need? How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you?
Sylvia Weis: You don’t watch. You close your eyes. I can help you get all the time you want.
Sylvia Weis: [on the run, and seeing their wanted photos on the news, she says] We look cute together.
Sylvia Weis: Oh, give me a break father, there’s an army in the house. If we can’t stop one man from killing us, we should kill ourselves.
Will Salas: See? They won’t jump.
Sylvia Weis: [Raymond jumps out of the window] So much for your theory.
Will Salas: Shit!
Sylvia Weis: What have we got?
Will Salas: A day. You can do a lot in a day.
Philippe Weis: Timekeeper. After this regrettable incident it’s really not necessary for you to come in person.
Raymond Leon: I’m afraid it really *is*… Necessary.
Philippe Weis: When can we hope for a rescue?
Raymond Leon: I believe that’s the point; she doesn’t appear to want to be rescued.
Philippe Weis: Mr Leon… Raymond. May I call you Raymond?
[Leon doesn’t respond]
Philippe Weis: I blame myself. I invited the man into my home. He had so much time, how was I supposed to know? Of course, Sylvia brought this on herself by her lack of vigilance. That’s why I always tried to keep her close. But she is clearly under Will Salas’s control.
[Weis examines his arm with clock on it]
Philippe Weis: If it’s a matter of resources, I’m… Happy to make a contribution. It’s a scandal what we pay our Timekeepers.
[Leon nods lightly in apparent agreement]
Raymond Leon: I have issued a warrant for your daughter’s arrest. If she contacts you and you assist her in any way, I will issue a warrant for your arrest.
[Weis stands up from behind his desk, looking slightly displeased]
Philippe Weis: There’s nothing I cannot buy. Now, how many of my years do you want?
Raymond Leon: There aren’t enough years, even in your lifetime Mr. Weis. Goodnight.
Will Salas: I don’t have time. I don’t have time to worry about how it happened. It is what it is. We’re genetically engineered to stop aging at 25. The trouble is, we live only one more year, unless we can get more time. Time is now the currency. We earn it and spend it. The rich can live forever. And the rest of us? I just want to wake up with more time on my hand than hours in the day.
Sylvia Weis: How does anyone live like this?
Will Salas: You don’t generally sleep in.
[Salas sees that the Weiss home is situated at a lake]
Will Salas: All these years, you had this in your back yard, and you never went in?
Will Salas: [as they are pursued by Raymond Leon] Trust me, he’ll give up before we do.
Sylvia Weis: Are you sure about that?
Will Salas: No.
[playing poker, showing hand]
Will Salas: That’s pretty good. But…
[shows a stronger hand]
Will Salas: Mine’s better.
Sylvia Weis: Why did I play strip poker with you?
[Will helps take off her jacket]
Will Salas: Why did you?
[begin making out]
Philippe Weis: Even if you gave a year to a million people, you’re just prolonging their agony.
Sylvia Weis: We’re prolonging their lives.
Philippe Weis: Flooding the wrong zone with a million years, it could cripple the system.
Will Salas: Let’s hope so.
Sylvia Weis: We’re not meant to live like this. We’re not meant to live forever. Although I do wonder, Father, if you’ve ever lived a day in your life.
Sylvia Weis: We can’t just keep driving around in this car. It’s a cop car.
Will Salas: So let’s make an arrest.
Sylvia Weis: Do I really want to spend my life trying not to die by mistake?
Will Salas: Hi, we’re looking for a quiet place to stay.
Hotel Clerk: Mmm, how many rooms?
Will Salas: All of them.
Sylvia Weis: We’re trapped!
Will Salas: No we’re not.
[Throws a chair out the window]
Sylvia Weis: Give me your time! I need time!
Will Salas: Now you feel like sharing, huh?
Sylvia Weis: I guess I got my wish: I did something foolish…
Will Salas: [Resting Sylvia’s hand on the trigger of a gun] This is called a trigger. You only pull it when you want to shoot something.
Sylvia Weis: [Pulls trigger] I wanted to shoot something.
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Sylvia Weis: Congratulations, you’ve taken years off my father’s life.
Ulysse: Just like you do.
Sylvia Weis: [to her father] You’ve hired more guard since the last time I saw you.
Philippe Weis: I’ve had to, thanks to you.
Sylvia Weis: One too many…
[Will reveals himself as a guard]
Sylvia Weis: Told you there were bigger banks.
Will Salas: You almost missed your calling…
[each with only a minute left]
Will Salas: We’re not going to make it… Take my time! One of us can make it!
Sylvia Weis: Take MY time!
Greta: You gave him a decade… he drank himself to death with nine years to spare.
Sylvia Weis: You must despise us…
Will Salas: It’s not your fault. We only have one life.
Fortis: [as Minutemen are holding people up against a fence] Nobody goes anywhere
Fortis: You all know who I’m looking for. I’m looking for whoever gave this man a month!
[Holds up man’s clock]
Fortis: And I’m going to clean the clocks off of everyone in this hellhole until someone says something I wanna hear!
Will Salas: [Guard aims a gun at Will, who is kidnapping Sylvia. Will points a gun to Sylvia’s head] Put it down, or I’ll blow her head off.
Will Salas: [Guard gets on his knees and puts the gun on the ground. Will knocks him out and takes the gun] Thank you.
Philippe Weis: I kept her safe…
Michele Weis: You were suffocating her. You’re suffocating us all.
Timekeeper Jaeger: [after seeing the broken window at the bank that Will drove into] Must have thought it was a drive-thru.
Will Salas: You’re from around here, aren’t you?
Raymond Leon: I grew up here. I found a way to escape.
Will Salas: [sadly] And now, you make a living ensuring nobody else escapes.
Constantin: Sir… do something.
Philippe Weis: It’s already done.
Sylvia Weis: You couldn’t spare a second, Father? I can’t say I’m surprised…
Fortis: The reason the Timekeepers leave me alone is, I have boundaries. I steal from my *own* people.
Maya: Your late
Will Salas: Need a minute
[he hand’s her 1,000,000 years of time]
Raymond Leon: Doesn’t he understand he’s hurting the very people he’s trying to help?