Time travel has not yet been invented.
But 30 years from now, it will have been.
It will be instantly outlawed,
used only in secret by the largest criminal organizations.
It's nearly impossible to dispose of a body in the future.
I'm told. Tagging techniques, whatnot.
So when these criminal organizations in the future need someone gone,
they use specialized assassins in our present called loopers.
And so,
my employers in the future nab the target.
They zap him back to me, their looper.
He appears, hands tied and head sacked.
And I do the necessaries.
Collect my silver.
So the target is vanished from the future,
and I've just disposed of a body that technically does not exist.
Clean.
How's the French? Slow.
How's the coffee? Burnt.
...the devil bring you into hell! You have to heal yourself.
Two, Jed.
Hey, Joe.
Be at the club tonight? Yeah.
Four, Jed.
Bang.
Hey, walk around.
Around the bike. I'm not kidding! Wide around, you shit!
Rude! If you had a mama, she didn't raise you right.
That's funny. I'm going to pick your mother up later on my bike,
and I'm gonna take my blunderbuss... Hey, Seth.
Hey, Joe. That's new.
Yeah, thanks.
Goddamn thing won't fucking start.
So you going to the Belle?
- So you bought a slat bike? - Yup.
How much that thing set you back? How much?
I was gonna pull up in it tonight.
Well, congratulations. You're pulling up with me instead.
Don't. If we're going in, don't do that.
Chicks dig TKs. They do not.
Yes, they do. It's tacky. Don't do it.
About 10 percent of the population has this TK mutation.
When it first appeared, everyone thought we were gonna get superheroes.
But it turns out this was it.
Now it's a bunch of assholes, think they're blowing your mind floating quarters.
It's like this whole town.
Big heads, small potatoes.
Full house tonight, Joe. We'll stick backstage.
Just meeting up. Packing your blunderbusses?
- Hardly. Right, Seth? - I'm with Joe.
- Just meeting up, in and out. - Go on.
Suzie!
Hey! You working a shift tonight?
Yeah. Yeah?
A gat man bought me out already for the night.
Oh.
Sweetie, I've got to work.
Hey, Joe.
What? Zach. He's in there right now with Abe.
For what? Closed his loop.
No shit?
There's a reason we're called loopers.
When we sign up for this job, taking out the future's garbage,
we also agree to a very specific proviso.
Time travel in the future is so illegal,
that when our employers want to close our contracts,
they'll also want to erase any trace of their relationship with us ever existing.
So if we're still alive 30 years from now,
they'll find our older self, zap him back to us,
and we'll kill him like any other job.
This is called closing your loop.
Eh, you get a golden payday, you get a handshake,
and you get released from your contract.
Enjoy the next 30 years.
This job doesn't tend to attract the most forward-thinking people.
So we celebrating?
Yeah! Yeah!
Whoo!
Look out!
Shit.
Jesus.
Fuck, Joe.
Ooh, la, la.
What, fourth loop closed this month?
Loop closed. Here we go.
Loop closed, baby!
Yeah.
Seth?
Jesus.
Shh. They could be here any minute.
Are they here? No. Who?
Oh, Christ. Joe, Christ!
What are you doing? Give me the gun.
Oh, right. That's smart.
Get away from the window. Christ, Joe.
Just quiet down. You can protect me.
So they... What did you do?
Oh, jeez. This is like a nightmare.
This is a nightmare.
I knew then what he did, so I don't know why I asked.
What did you do?
He... He was singing.
Through the gag and sack, but I could hear the tune.
Deep memories,
my mom in a dark room,
taking care of me, singing that tune.
Once I knew he was me...
I...
Joe, I couldn't.
I couldn't. I had to see.
He told me... I remember, he told me,
there's a new holy terror boss man in the future,
and he's closing all the loops.
The Rainmaker, they call him.
He told me it. Then he wanted a cigarette.
So I untied him, and he gives me this look.
And he just starts running.
I had my blunderbuss,
so I know I've got about 15 strides till he's out of my range.
And they come and they go,
and I just watch him till he's gone.
This is called letting your loop run.
It's not a good thing.
What do I do?
You're the only friend I've got, Joe. You've got to help me.
You're a fucking idiot coming here.
You can't be here. I'll give you some money.
Joe! A little money? Where am I gonna go?
You hop a freight train. You beat it the hell out of town.
Shh!
Just don't move.
Tell Court, watch the window outside.
You got it, window.
- Kid Blue, Joe! Come on! - Just a minute!
Open this goddamn door! I can't do anything for you, Seth.
You've got to hide me! Please, Joe! Hide me!
Please! Just buy me some time and then I'll go! Please?
You gonna make me blow this door down?
Yeah, hold on!
Please?
Move. Move.
Come on, Joe! Open up!
Jesus.
That took a while. You think it's easy looking this good?
Tye's gonna watch your apartment while we go have a talk with Abe.
There's coffee in the tin.
Thank you.
Give me two minutes.
Know why they call that pea shooter of yours a blunderbuss?
Because it's impossible to hit anything farther than 15 yards.
Impossible to miss anything closer.
It's a gun for fuck-up turkeys.
Not like a gat.
A gat has range.
Accuracy.
Kid, cut it out. Don't blow your other foot off.
Fuck! What the hell is going on out there?
How you doing, Abe? Hey, Joe.
You didn't shoot your other foot off, did you, Kid?
All right.
My great-grandfather told my grandfather, "Men are like spiders.
It's the little ones you've got to be careful of."
Don't know I agree with that.
Yeah? Huh.
What the fuck did my great-grandfather know?
This man is from the future.
He was sent back here by the mob, a one-way ticket, to run the loopers.
That's low effort, even for Abe, so to pass the time,
he recruited some real muscle, the gat men. Now he runs the city.
Any other city, that would be impressive.
How can you kids stand to wear those chokers?
Cravats? Ties.
Ridiculous. You're aware we don't have a dress code?
Fashion. You know... Well, you don't know.
The movies that you're dressing like are just copying other movies.
These goddamn 20th century affectations.
Do something new. Huh?
Put a glowing thing around your neck or use rubberized...
Just be new. Okay.
It was nice chatting with you, Abe. I do like you, Joe.
But we're sure enough that Seth paid you a visit.
We have to do something. Seth?
You're expecting we're gonna break your fingers with a hammer,
or something awful.
But I'm gonna defuse that tension right now. That's not gonna happen.
What is gonna happen is that I'm gonna talk for a little.
Not even that long.
And you're gonna give up your friend.
My friend? Seth? Sorry, I'm confused.
Well, then I'll talk a little.
You know, you were the youngest looper I ever hired.
You looked goddamn ridiculous, they said.
Blunderbuss up to here on you.
They brought you in. I forget what for. Watch shop.
Yeah. You rolled one of our fronts, a watch shop.
And they had you, you know. This kid, like an animal.
But you looked at me, your hair stuck to half your face,
just one eye looking at me. I could see,
like seeing it happen on the TV, the bad version of your life.
Like a vision, I could see how you'd turn bad.
So I changed it.
I cleaned you up and put a gun in your hand.
I gave you something that was yours. I'm grateful for that, Abe.
I gave you something that was yours.
And I remember that kid.
And I think if you ask yourself, you ask, "Who would I sacrifice for what's mine?"
I think Seth would be deep and cozy inside that circle.
I'll show you how much I know you. Ahem.
I'm not even gonna break you. I'm just gonna set you back a ways.
We know that you've been stashing half your bars.
Which is smart, no law against it. You're gonna get out.
You're gonna go overseas. Studying up your Mandarin?
French? French.
You give him up or you give us half your stash.
You willing to dump your silver in the dirt
for Seth?
You're gonna kill him.
Not if we can help it. Be too cataclysmic a change for the future.
What we'll do is dangerous in that regards,
though not as dangerous as killing him.
On top of which a man from the future runs free long enough,
this time travel shit fries your brain like an egg.
Why the fuck French?
I'm going to France.
You should go to China. I'm going to France.
I'm from the future. You should go to China.
I'm going to France. You're going...
The floor safe, under the rug.
Six seven four two.
It's the little ones that get you.
Why don't you kill an hour, Joe. On the house.
Call the doc.
Wait.
Wait!
Wait.
You know, I can't remember my mother's face.
She used to run her hands through my hair.
Just like this.
I think I just let my best friend get killed tonight.
For silver.
Shit.
Yeah.
Shit.
Sorry.
I'm gonna give you some money.
I've been stashing my silver for years and I'm gonna give you half of it.
You can raise your kid right.
You wanna give me half your silver?
Silver's got strings. I got my job.
You got yours.
It's sweet of you to worry about me, but I'm doing fine.
Why don't we just stick to services rendered.
Is this what you want?
Shit!
Then it just becomes a mess, like a pig fucking a football.
You know what I'm saying. Let's finish this up.
There's 24 there. I'm keeping count.
Two more trips should just do it.
Goddamn it! Aah!
Kid, I'm sorry! Tell Abe I'm gonna fix this!
Tell him I'm gonna find my loop and I'm gonna kill him! Tell Abe...
Motherfucker!
Rainmaker....
Shit!
You got any aspirin? Uh-huh.
All of them, please.
I'll take that coat too.
What are you doing?
Joe, I told you to run.
Don't do it, you idiot.
Hurry up, Blue!
That's the second loop we had run this week. It's getting endemic.
Fucking Kid Blue.
About two more trips should do it.
Shit.
You stupid little shit.
Pound the pavement, sweep the train yard.
Every second that passes is bad. Get on it.
Stupid little shit.
I can fix this.
I can find him! Go home.
Let the grownups work.
Kid Blue.
You bastard. How do I find you?
Coffee?
Please.
Black. And some water.
Anything else?
We eating?
I ordered something.
Steak and eggs. Rare and scrambled.
Two steak and eggs, coming up.
Must hurt.
I wasn't sure you'd remember her. I put it together.
Clever.
You know, there's another girl who works here on the weekends.
Jen? Right. Less letters.
That'd be better.
How's your French coming?
Good. You gonna tell me I ought to be learning Mandarin?
I never regretted learning French.
I know you have a gun between your legs.
No? Well, you'll get it eventually.
Obviously. All right, listen.
This is a hard situation, but we both know how this has to go down.
I can't let you walk away from this diner.
This is my life now. I earned it. You had yours already.
So why don't you do what old men do and die? Get the fuck out of my way.
Why don't you take your gun out from between your legs and do it?
Boy.
It's hard staring into your eyes.
It's too strange. Your face looks backwards.
So you know what's gonna happen? You've done all this already?
I don't want to talk about time travel shit.
If we start talking about it, we're gonna be here all day.
Making diagrams with straws.
It doesn't matter. I hurt myself, it changes your body.
Does what I do change your memories? It doesn't matter!
My memory is cloudy.
It's a cloud.
Because my memories aren't really memories.
They're just one possible eventuality now.
And they grow clearer or cloudier as they become more or less likely.
But then they get to the present moment, and they're instantly clear again.
I can remember what you do after you do it.
And it hurts.
So even when we're apart,
you can remember what I do after? Yes.
But this is a precise description of a fuzzy mechanism.
It's messy.
All I know... I know two things.
I know what's happening in my head. And I know that you're gonna meet her.
Who?
She's gonna save your life.
For a long time, she thought we'd...
We'd have a baby.
She'd have been a great mother.
She wanted it so much. Yeah, but she...?
How...?
So she saves my life?
Yes.
Let's take a look at your life.
You're a killer. And a junkie.
A fucking child mentality.
"What's mine." "My life." Save your life. You're asking me how?
The question is why. Why would someone sacrifice their life?
Cut your high and mighty bullshit. I don't need my life...
Shut your fucking child mouth.
You're so self-absorbed and stupid.
And she's gonna clean you up and she's gonna...
You're gonna take her love like a sponge.
And you think, "Maybe I'm clear of the past.
Maybe I'm safe."
Yesterday.
Yesterday what?
Thirty years from now is yesterday.
You're not gonna remember it.
I'm gonna tell you what happens
to this beautiful woman who saves your worthless fucking life.
Have you heard of the Rainmaker?
Yeah, Seth said that night.
New boss in the future? He used the words "holy terror."
Yeah. A reign of terror.
Mass executions. Vagrant purges. Everywhere at once.
Legend is the Rainmaker came out of nowhere.
In the span of six months, he took total control of the five major syndicates.
That'd take an army. He didn't have an army.
The story is that he did it alone.
Alone alone. So how did he do it?
That's the mystery. There's no pictures of him. Even if it is a him. It's insane.
There are stories he has a synthetic jaw, saw his mom shot, shit like that.
Word spread through the ex-looper grapevine
because the first thing he did was start closing loops. All of them.
You know what this is? This number?
Dale, wait. Slow down.
It could lead us to the Rainmaker, Joe! It's in the hospital records.
Write this down: 0, 7, 1, 5, 3,
9, 0, 2, 9, 3, 5!
This is a piece of identifying information on the Rainmaker.
He's here. He lives here now. In this county.
And I'm gonna use this to find him.
And I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna stop him from killing my wife.
Fuck you. And your wife. None of this concerns me.
This is gonna happen... it happened to you.
It doesn't have to happen to me. You got her picture right there in my watch?
Show me the picture. As soon as I see her, I walk away.
I'll fucking marry someone else. Promise.
When I see that picture, that fog inside your brain should just
swallow up all the memories, right? She'll be gone.
If you give her up, she'll be safe. Give her up?
You're the one that got her killed. If she never meets you, she's safe.
You don't understand. We don't have to give her up.
I'm not gonna give her up. I'm gonna save her.
Get to the fields. We can lose them in the fields.
Hop a train. Get out of town!
What the hell is everybody doing? You wait for my signal!
- Out back! He's running! - He ran out the back!
Shit!
Alive!
Fuck! Shit! Come on, come on!
Come on, you piece of shit! Come on!
Get the tracker! The tracker! Go! Go!
Fuck! Fuck!
Shit.
Come on, baby. Time to get up.
Listen up, fucker!
I have shot and buried three vagrants in the past year!
So I don't care what hobo sob story you've got.
I get a dozen a week, pal. It cuts no cash with me.
But if you show your face here again, I will cut you the fuck in half!
Well, you found him.
Tracking Seth's bike, that was clever.
Then you rustled up a posse and went out to get him.
I could do it again. You can fuck up again? Really?
I've got too much riding, Kid.
I can't afford a fuck-up playing cowboy.
Put your gat on the table.
I wanted you to say I did good.
That's all I wanted.
This is all I have.
Please give me one more chance?
I'll bring him here alive and hold him.
And you can put a bullet in his brain yourself.
No!
Get off me! Get off me!
Hey, who's there?
Stop right there! I will shoot you.
You stop! Stop right there!
I'm telling you to stop! You stop!
Head's splitting apart.
My head. Hey.
Look up at the light. Look up at me.
How long since you dropped?
Dropped? Dropped.
A day. A day.
I can't feel my legs.
You're going through withdrawal, you fucking junkie.
You gotta help me. I'm gonna die.
I'm thirsty.
Water. Water!
Thirsty...
Cid!
Come inside, baby.
Who is that man? He's just a vagrant.
No, he's not. Oh, yeah?
His shoes are too shiny.
Aren't you a smart monkey.
Is he sick? Yup.
Will he get better? Yeah.
Promise? Just go to sleep, okay, baby boy?
Night, sweetie. Night, Sara.
Hey!
The first time I saw her face.
First time I saw her face.
Look at me.
No.
The first time I saw her face.
The first time I saw your face.
The first time I saw her face.
Morning, monkey. Do you want something to eat?
The man's up.
Is he staying here now?
No.
Toss it.
I'm about to finish cleaning it. Put it down.
How are you feeling? I'd say I'm at 30 percent.
You take it slow, by the end of the week you'll be at 50.
I took you in so you wouldn't die. You're not.
Take the morning to rest, then get off my farm.
I can't do that. I'm sorry?
I need to stay here for a little while.
I'm not cool with that. Sorry.
You just lost your "take the morning to rest" privileges.
Get off my farm. No.
Get off my farm.
You couldn't scare a retarded hobo with that. Literally.
This is a Remington 870. One blast could cut you...
In half. That's telling. You're holding a gun.
I say I'm not afraid, so you describe the gun to me.
It's not the gun I'm not afraid of.