Whoa! What was that?
Is this it? Are we home?
- It looks the same. - It looked the same back there, too.
- What's that for? - In case you hadn't noticed,
a man with a massive sword keeps trying to kill us.
This could be a world with, like, bears everywhere.
- A planet of the bears? - It could happen.
Danny, was there always a Union Jack above the pub?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on? - Taxi!
DRIVER: Where to, lads?
You look familiar.
I do? Why?
I wish I knew. I'm shit with faces, me.
Do you know, I once had Peter Andre in my cab
and I didn't realise till the next customer pointed it out.
Peter bleedin' Andre!
- Bollocks. We're definitely not home. - Why?
Cos we appear to be in a reality where people give a fuck about Peter Andre.
I'm guessing you must be big fans, eh?
Mind how you go.
(Reads) "This is the house where Milo Edwards
multi-million selling music star grew up.
RIP Milo."
Shit. You're dead.
Shit, I'm famous!
♪ I'd cry but you're too small
♪ Your brains
♪ Are dripping down my wall
Ripped By mstoll
Give me the wristband.
Two, please.
I know, I know. It's not every day you get to visit a museum dedicated to yourself.
- Give it to me right now. - Two minutes.
Come on, we are wasting time.
Who knows where we're going to end up next?
Right now we are safe. Let's just have a look around, yeah?
And if I see anything with a sword, I will press the button.
- You don't trust me, do you? - No, I don't.
- Two minutes. - Yes.
Hey. Check this out. (Clears throat)
"In this room, Milo received a gift that would change his life.
When he was ten, his gran offered him a choice for his birthday...
a guitar or a Transformer."
Shit! She offered me that same choice.
What? And you choose the Transformer?
Whereas this guy chose the guitar, became a legend.
It turned into a boulder.
And a plane. And it broke.
(Danny laughs)
Excellent!
(Chiming)
What are you looking at?
Um... this is your suicide note.
All that money and fame and he... killed himself.
Holy shit!
"There have been sightings of him since the funeral."
- I'm like Elvis! - Elvis, I am leaving the fucking building.
With you or without you.
- Outside. - Why not press it in here?
Because I do not just want to appear in your house.
What if you're sat on the sofa knocking one out, then we pop up,
you have a heart attack and die with your cock in your hand?
- No one needs to go out that way. - True.
- Give me the wristband. - Hey!
You are such an idiot!
- Give me back the... - (Screaming)
Milo! Milo! Milo!
I'm back... Yeah!
Jesus! Hah! Hey, what's going on? Don't touch me.
I knew you'd be back! I knew it! Sign my chest, please.
Come on!
- Ah! - That is brilliant!
I made you a comic. See, it's us!
- Yeah. Wow, coloured it in. - Milo.
Milo!
Kate.
It's you, I can't believe it, Milo, it's actually you, isn't it?
So it would appear.
OK. Come on. Come on. Let's get out of here.
Hey!
That is crazy, that, Danny. All those people, all of those people for me!
Enough dicking around, Milo. Take the wristband, and press the button.
- Wristband? - OK, all right!
Look, you are about to witness something very, very cool.
So... see you later!
What? What are you talking about?
Ah...
Shit. It's gone.
- What? - It's gone.
In the crowd, someone must've taken it.
Can you turn the car round? Turn the car round.
Thank you.
- Can you see anything? - Yeah.
- There! That one. There. - Hey!
Hey! Don't touch it!
Milo! I've got your bracelet! I love you! I love you!
- How could you let her take the wristband? - I had no choice, I was being mobbed.
- Danny, have you ever been mobbed? - That was our way home. Our only way home.
(Shrieks)
- We're stuck. We're fucking stuck! - Just calm down, man, just calm down.
Are you really just gonna let me sit here? You left a suicide note.
You've been gone four years. The world mourned you.
- I cried for you. - Sorry about that.
Pretending to kill myself was a real dick move and I do feel really bad about it.
Just shut up, Milo, and come here.
Get off my fiancée!
Your fiancée?
Uh... Danny's my fiancé.
- Mm. - What?
I faked my own death... to be gay with him.
And now we are getting... married.
- You're gay? - Massively yes.
I don't understand why you would lie to everyone, to me.
I... I loved you!
Aw, I'm sorry. I...
- (Gunfire) - (Tyres squeal)
Get down!
(Tyres squeal)
KATE: Oh my God, what just happened?
Are you all right?
Wait here, I need to sort out your security.
Think he's switching it up, hm?
The guy trying to kill us. Using a rifle instead of a sword.
I can't believe you just kissed my fiancée.
Who cares? Somebody tried to shoot us.
She isn't even your Kate. She just looks a lot like her.
How about exactly like her? She has literally the same DNA!
You're just touchy cos you think all the Kates ever should be in love with you.
Course not, don't be ridiculous. It's just...
(Sighs)
On the last world she was with Pete, here she... she likes you.
What about me? I'm... I'm her soul-mate.
Dan, I respect what you're going through
but if you use the word "soul-mate" again I'll have to beat you.
You didn't have to love it so much. Your face, you were, like...
Mate. No. Look, Kate's the last person I would ever be interested in.
I know, you hate her, I get it.
It's about whether she's right for you.
I don't hate her, I think Kate's fine if you like that kind of thing.
Glad to hear it.
Oh, shit, yeah! Aw, this is the life, Dan.
Rock and roll, Daniel-san!
I know, it's weird, but it's close and discreet
and I can get your suite at the Dorchester tomorrow.
No, we're fine, thanks. We need to stay in one place if we're to get home.
What do you mean, "get home"?
Oh, ignore him. The long flight has fried his brain.
Hasn't it, mate?
So, erm... how did you and him get together?
If Milo can't be bothered to tell you, why should I?
Now, I need to know - am I still your manager or is this guy?
Manager? Oh, no.
You... You'd be... You'd be great.
So, press conference in the morning. I'll come and get you.
Stay put, there's obviously a nutter out there.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
I would really, really like to er... Google myself.
- Thank you. - Go nuts.
I'm really sorry about me and him.
But someone like you can do a lot better than Milo.
Thank you so much for the encouragement, Mr Whoever-The-Fuck-You-Are.
Now crawl off and die.
Look, dude, I'm sorry the wristband got stolen.
I don't want to be here any more than you do.
Oh, really? Cos last time I checked,
you were a world-famous rock star and Kate was in love with you
and I'm your weird acne-ridden number one fan.
Hey, have you seen his comic? It's got me as your sidekick.
Your frigging sidekick!
So? What's so hard to believe about me being more successful than you?
That... That is not what I mean, it's...
We're both tired. We need to sleep.
Yeah, nice bit of sleep.
You do realise we're not actually engaged?
It's a big bed.
I'm not the one that got us stranded in a bunch of shitty alternate universes.
Floor.
We'll take it in shifts in case Callum comes back.
Callum?
Callum Stevens.
The guy with the sword who keeps trying to kill us.
Sorry! For a minute I thought you meant
Callum McCormack, that weird hormonal kid from our art class,
and I was, like, "Whoa! Argh! What's he doing back here?"
You're on first shift.
(Guitar riff)
♪ A generation after...
♪ The points that make you believe
♪ I make a fist and then I clench it...
Shut up.
(Video continues)
♪ Firewire junkie
♪ Cos you wake up in the sky
(Crowd cheering and applauding)
(Traffic passing, horns blare)
(Exhales)
Milo, wake up.
Milo! Wake up, it's Callum!
What? Where?
- It's a sign. - I can see that.
No, I mean it's a sign, like, divine intervention kind of sign.
Yeah.
The guy that keeps trying to kill us is here, in this reality, on a billboard.
He doesn't look dangerous.
But how... how can we be sure he knows anything at all?
- It's all we have. Come on. - Hey. Hey. Danny. Danny.
I was up all night. I have got this song Firewire Junkie.
I don't know what it's about, but the lyrics are, oh, they are... so, wow, right now.
Can we walk while we talk about how brilliant you are? Great.
I mean, I guess it means I was addicted to the internet or something, cos junky, firewire,
- they just sort of go to... - Morning. This way.
Oh, er... change of plan. Me and Danny actually have some stuff we need to take care of.
So I'll just tell the world's media gathered for your press conference
- that you've got some "stuff", shall I? - That'd be grand.
You can't come back from the dead after four years and just slink off.
- Whoa. Who are these guys? - They're your security detail.
After the limo incident, you're not going anywhere without protection.
Screw it, I'll go to Goldenmire myself.
Just wait. Just wait for this shit to die down, man.
I don't want to wait. I want to get out of here.
We need to find another wristband.
I know but it could be dangerous. We need to stick together.
You want me to sit around and watch people drool over you?
- (Screaming) - Milo! Milo!
Keep your shit together, OK? I'm going to find some way out of here.
Your breakfast.
This is breakfast?
Yeah, your usual.
OK, OK.
Ah, no. I'm supposed to be keeping my shit together.
Danny doesn't think I can. But I can.
You've really changed.
On the other hand, they say it's the most important meal of the day, don't they?
Fuck, yeah!
(Exhales)
Showtime.
You got a cigarette?
- 'Scuse me? - A cigarette.
You know, like a smoke. Gives you cancer.
You're Callum Stevens.
I thought I was going to have to fight my way in to find you.
- You're the boss of Goldenmire. - Boss?
Oh, God, those fucking posters! Ta-dah!
No. It's one of those stupid initiatives.
"Oh, let's get our ordinary employees onto a billboard,
show we're a company that cares. Hey!"
You don't know who I am, do you?
Course not.
It's a you from another universe that's chasing us.
Erm... Another... Another what?
Nothing. You'd think I was mental if I told you.
Whoa. Whoa. Erm... Sorry. You said something erm... about another universe?
Yeah. Erm... I'm from an alternate reality.
See I er... I told you you'd think I was mental.
No. No, it's not that.
I'm laughing, erm... because I believe you.
Whoa! (Cackles)
Hey, excuse me, sir. Will you please turn it up? Thank you very much.
But this is the... this is the jam. This is my jam, man.
(Laughs) What is it this song? What is it?
- Firewire Junkie. - Course it is.
Love it. That is a monster bassline. What's that instrument?
The der-dink-a-dink-de-bow'?
- That is a guitar. - Guitar? Thanks. They sound great.
Can I ask you something? What did you mean on that note?
- 'Scuse me? - Your "suicide" note.
The one that you managed to leave behind my bookshelf so I didn't find it for months.
Instead I spent week after week wondering what had happened to you,
if you were still alive...
Again, really sorry.
On the last line you wrote, "I'll be on the other side, back where I fingered Stacey Flatley".
- What the fuck is that supposed to mean? - Stacey Flatley was my first girlfriend.
So why would you write about fingering her on your suicide note?
Drugs? Probably drugs.
- Yeah, that's what I thought. - So many drugs.
Ooh, here we are! Let's have some fun.
(Commotion)
- What did you think? - Give him room.
What did you think? The comic, did you read it?
- I didn't get any time. - I'm writing a follow-up. It's called The Imposter.
It's about you and me, except it's not really you.
It's someone else.
What are you saying, Danny?
Oh, my! Wow. You know my name!
- Yeah, we went to school together. - For a month or two.
And then, like a butterfly, you flew!
Like a big sexy butterfly!
Please welcome local legend Milo Edwards!
Hello, everybody. Hello.
Yes. Me, with my face.
Oh, hello. Hello. Oh, thank you.
What is... What is this for?
You never do a press conference without playing something first.
(Feedback whine)
OK. (Clears throat)
Uh, yeah. So... this is a song.
Just one moment.
(Feedback whine)
Oh... Could you... Is this tuned? Yeah?
That's good! OK, then...
(Discordant strumming)
- This press conference is over. - Oh, thank God.
(Screaming)
Argh! Jesus, Kate, they've shot me in the dick, they've shot me in the dick!
They've shot me in the dick! Argh!
What is this place? You got a DeLorean down here?
OK, not a film fan.
It's Goldenmire's basement, I am using it for my research.
Ooh! Oh.
(Chuckles) No, don't touch that.
- Why? - Seriously? Just don't touch it.
So, parallel universes?
Right. Er... Yeah, erm... So, I... I studied physics at Oriel, Oxford.
Got a PhD, a lot of funding...
for a research project.
Things were going really well.
But then I had a big night out.
Massive, in fact. Took about 750 micrograms of acid.
Wound up jumping naked through the window of Pizza Express
because I thought I was a deer.
But I've been doing some research into parallel universes,
and how a person might jump into one.
So I build this crude prototype, which didn't work.
But it did find an area of unusual activity. Somewhere here.
Every single ion in this area is erm...
...inverted, I suppose you'd call it.
W-W-Which is against the laws of physics.
That's the graveyard in front of the church.
I mean, in my wilder moments I-I've often wondered if it's erm...
some kind of a gateway.
And if we can just find the way to push through...
- Then what? - Hm?
- "If you can finally find a way to push through..." - There wasn't really an end to that.
Just "...that would be really cool," basically.
Slowly, from the top, using normal words, tell me what you know.
OK, but we're gonna need biscuits!
(Siren wails)
(Milo screams in agony)
It's numb, I can't feel anything. Why would somebody shoot me in the dick?
I don't think they were aiming for your dick but trying to kill you. Calm down.
Calm down? Calm down? How calm would you be if someone shot you in the vagina!
- Don't be gross! - Oh! I'm sorry, but I love my penis, Kate!
I love it! It's not the biggest or the best and I don't get to use it often
- but, Christ, it's mine. - Ssh!
- Why is someone shooting at me all the time? - I can't find it.
Oh, God, it's gone! Has it all gone? Has it all gone?
The wound. You haven't been shot.
But... my jeans.
It must be someone else's blood.
Can you pull my jeans up, please?
- So what you're saying is, you need money. - And er... three months.
Three months here? Jesus Christ. My wedding.
Would you come with me to meet the other traveller?
He should be able to get you all the money you want.
He is Milo Edwards, after all.
Milo Edwards?
OMG, I love him, and he's so hot.
Is he that hot in real life? Because those eyes... I could swim in them.
You hook us up with a way out of here and I promise you all the eye-swimming you want.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, fuck sticks!
Go! Go! Go!
- (Whimpering) - (Throaty growling)
Another time...
(Gasps and chokes)
(Horn toots)
Well, I don't know about you, but I could really do with a beer right...
OK, who are you? Because you're sure as shit not Milo Edwards.
Who are you?
You're all from different universes, right?
There's so many of you and you keep coming back.
Am I sort of in the right ballpark here or...
I'm important enough for you to want me dead.
Not just me, but every me and Milo in existence.
No, we don't want all of you dead. Just two of you.
You're a slippery pair. So we're killing all of you.
Might be a sledgehammer-for-a-small-nail approach but not my call.
- Whose call is it? - You think I'm bad?
Oh, there's a version of me...
even I'm fucking terrified of him.
He's our leader...
So let me give you a word of advice. You can't win.
Running will only postpone your painful and inevitable demise.
Give up now and I promise I will make it quick and painless.
Ish.
That's not advice. That's you asking me nicely if you can kill me.
Can't say I didn't offer.
(Danny grunts)
(Whimpers)
Wristband. Come on. Come on. Come on!
- Why have you got a gun? - Everyone has a gun.
- So it appears. Since when? - Since Prime Minister Farage said we could.
Farage? The guy with the weird ties? The UKIP guy?
- Who are you? - I'm Milo Edwards. Who else would I be?
OK, well, the Milo Edwards I know has a tattoo of the Venus De Milo on his penis.
He calls it his Penis De Milo.
Sorry! That's classic me.
- Penis De Milo. Genius! - Except you don't have the tattoo.
- I had it removed. - Oh, completely lasered off your dick?
That's way too painful to be possible.
Maybe it wasn't real and I just put it there to impress the ladies.
You were different before.
You were more confident, more handsome, just cooler!
- I'm cool! - No. You're a good likeness, I'll give you that.
And it was probably worth a lot of money, pretending to be him.
But I took a strand of your hair from the limo and I sent it to be tested for DNA.
All right, listen, I'll tell you everything.
But I've been shot at twice and they're almost certainly coming back to finish the job.
So I'd just really like to get out of here before I get shot at again.
That would be great!
(Bell tolls)
Where's the bloody gateway?
So that's what you're going with? A parallel world!
- It's the truth. - Two shots of tequila. Thanks.
Look, I know it sounds crazy, but where I'm from, I picked the Transformer.
What you on about?
The big story about Milo Edwards and the choice between the Transformer and the guitar.
I picked the Transformer, this guy picked the guitar and, hey presto, rock star.
That's the same story he used to tell.
But he didn't pick the guitar. He picked the Transformer.
But that's what I did, I did that. Why's he so... famous?
Because he decided that's what he wanted.
- He worked at it. He practised. - But there had to have been, like, a thing.
Like he broke his leg so he had to stay home and practise.
There has to be a point where realities diverge.
You make choices, Milo. What to do, what not to do, and you live with them.
You can't blame anyone but yourself for how your own life turns out.
(Phone rings)
Hello. And?
There's a...
Yeah. OK, yeah. Thanks... Thanks for telling me.
That was the lab calling with the DNA test results.
- Listen, I can explain... - It's a 100 per cent match.
Three independent tests. You're... You're Milo Edwards.
I'm Milo Edwards, I told you, I told you so.
So why have you been spinning me all this absolute bullshit about parallel worlds?
You've got a gun pointing at me. I thought you wanted me to say something.
So I was saying something!
We are gonna need a lot more shots.
Yeah.
It's him.
Milo?
- Milo! Milo! - Oh, hey, hey.
- What happened? - Oh, I don't know.
- I was shot at again. - Again?
And I thought it was my dick, but it turns out that one of my fans got shot in the shoulder.
They're OK, but it was really, really close.
So you're fine, good. Now listen. I found Callum.
The one from here, I shit you not,
is this mad genius researching parallel universes...
Oh, my God, can you two lovebirds please keep it down?
Oh, I feel horrendous.
(Door opens and closes)
(Retching and coughing)
- You had sex with her? - I don't think so.
You don't think so?
I don't really remember.
You might have had sex with my fiancée and you don't remember?
So what if I did or I didn't? Jesus Christ, Danny, it's not all about you.
- What is that supposed to mean? - You don't like it that I'm somebody here.
I'm the one people are looking at.
Don't be ridiculous, it's not even you...
That's why you ran off to Goldenmire without me while I got shot at.
The Callum with the sword showed up, I almost got killed!
You can't handle the fact that I'm famous
and that Kate chose me because everything has to be about you!
Screw you, Milo!
(Whirring and crackling)
Did you just...
I was angry.
You pressed the button.
- I didn't... - Yeah. You did.
It's broken, anyway. It got pretty smashed up during the fight.
You were gonna leave without me?
How could you... How could you do that?
What sort of friend does that? Are we even... Are we even friends any more, Danny?
I don't know. I honestly don't know.
(Device crackling)
(Sighs)
You've got the names of everyone here?
And he definitely checked in today?
Daniel Gates?
Yeah?
Put your hands behind your back.
- Excuse me? - Hands... behind...
...back.
- Why? - You're under arrest.
But I... Hang on, no, no, no, but I haven't done anything! Hey, hey!
I was sat on the couch in my PJ's with a slice of granary,
and I'm looking at the TV and I'm, like,
"Excuse me, why is my best friend Danny shooting people at a press conference?"
Do you know what I mean?
I'm like, "What?" Like, phew, you know?
Like, "Are you gonna call the police, Paul?"
"Yeah, I think I am because I don't want that kind of shit on my streets. Crime!"
Well, er... thanks for your help.
I always thought he was one of the good eggs, but he is rotten, apparently.
Rotten to his rotten... yolk.
Sorry. Sayonara.
(Sighs)
Unbelievable.
Lunatics and morons.
What's going on? Will anyone tell me why I've been in here all night?
Start with why you tried to shoot Milo Edwards.
Me, shoot Milo? Why would you think that I would want to...
I knew you'd be back! I knew it!
Oh, God!
(Knocking at door)
Kate?
(Rapid knocking)
- (Heavy knocks) - Milo!
Danny, look, mate, about last night. I didn't...
- Oh, wrong Danny. - What do you mean?
What are you doing here? How... How did... How did you get past security?
I'm really sorry about this, Milo, but I sort of killed them.
- 'Scuse me? - Am I mumbling? I killed them.
Just like I killed you four years ago.
- You're properly fucking crazy. - So it's said, but...
I find labels so constrictive, don't you?
You can stop denying it, Mr Gates.
Your old friend Paul told us everything.
Fucking Paul.
He told us about the death threats you've been sending to Milo Edwards.
We know you didn't turn up at work yesterday
and we know that you have a Farage permit for a firearm.
So, stop denying it.
You don't understand. Someone out there looks exactly like me...
Oh, your lucky day, it's your lawyer.
Dad?
You're lucky they have no concrete evidence right now, it's nothing but circumstantial.
You disappointment me, son. You high on spliff and whatnot?
No, Dad, I'm not high on spliff and whatnot.
"Hwa-yakeul ji-go bool sok-euro deoreo-kanda".
It's a Korean proverb.
It means: "An insect falling into the gunpowder and entering the fire".
Since when did you speak Korean?
It means you're asking for trouble.
Word of advice, get far away from here before they find proof of your guilt.
Dad, I really hope there's a universe out there where you're not a complete dick.
But I'm not holding my breath.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got someone that needs my help.
Thanks very much for getting me out of prison, though.
I knew you were special the day I met you.
"Special"? You're not the first to call me that recently.
I knew there was a reason our paths crossed,
and now here you are, back from the dead.
My big sexy butterfly!
If you think I'm so great, why do you wanna kill me?
I'm helping you, you ungrateful bastard!
Helping you cross back to the land of the dead, to set you free.
- So, basically, you're insane? - You're magic, Milo!
How else could that suicide note appear in your handwriting
months after I stripped you of your flesh and wore it like a cape?
Wasn't me. I hid your body where no one would find it.
In my fridge, in between the mature cheddar and the snacking sausage.
Wait. If you didn't write the suicide note, then who did?
♪ I'm a firewire junkie
♪ I touch the sky
♪ I'm a firewire junkie
♪ Flying high...
If you're gonna kill me, just do it,
cos it's got to be better than what you're doing now.
Milo, I got arrested for trying to shoot you at your press conference. That weird fan must be...
- Here. - Oh, God.
You interrupted my song, mister.
Wait, I don't understand. What happened to me? To you? Why are you so obsessed with Milo?
Obsessed? (Wheezy laugh)
Save that for the teenage girls.
I worship you, Milo.
When we met, at school, I was foolish enough to think that I was the special one
and then I heard you sing.
Yeah, I was jealous at first.
But then I knew it was my destiny to follow you...
until the day I roasted you on my home-made spit.
- You... - Oh, Jesus Christ, this me is mental.
Milo, before you go, tell me... What was it like being dead?
Hang on, aren't you... a bit surprised to see me?
I mean, I'm you. It's another you.
Well, it would be if you were really here. But you're in my mind!
Right. OK. Yes.
So if I'm in your mind,
then you won't mind if I just come over here and...
Don't fucking touch me, spirit!
(Gunshot)
They all carry guns here, see.
I noticed.
- You saved my life. - And you came back to save mine.
I think we should hug.
- OK. - Yeah?
I've never... killed anyone before.
- You didn't have a choice. - No.
(Door opens)
Morning! I thought we could both do with a...
Holy shit!
OK, this is going to be hard to explain.
No. No, no, no, no, Milo.
No. I told you the last time, I will not help you cover up another dead body.
I've done this before? I've done this before.
I should never have got together with you. I knew we were wrong.
But I just... I just got blinded by your money and your celebrity and your face and...
Yeah, Breathe, yeah? Just breathe.
Look, I know you're not gonna believe this, but this isn't your Milo, Kate. Your Milo was killed.
Ohhh! He's already given me all this parallel world bullshit!
Look at this guy, Kate, really look at him.
You look the same.
We are the same.
Daniel Gates. Same address. Same date of birth.
What the fuck...
So what are we gonna do here, Dan? You said you met another Callum?
Yeah, he said he found some quantum shit or something.
- "Quantum shit"? - It made more sense how he said it.
But, basically, he said that there's, like, an area,
and there could be a gateway there or something.
Look, I looked all over there. There's nothing there. It's a dead end.
- It's the graveyard in front of the church. - Where I fingered Stacey Flatley.
It was written on the suicide note.
"I'll be back on the other side, where I fingered Stacey Flatley."
- It was written on the back, right, Kate? - Right.
This must mean something.
Look, if Callum's found a gateway in the exact spot I fingered Stacey Flatley...
"The other side"?
- This must be a clue. - From who?
I have no idea. But look, crazy Danny didn't write the suicide note,
and nor did rock-star Milo cos, well, he didn't commit suicide
and Kate said it turned up after months.
What if there's another Milo out there and he's trying to help us?
No one wants you to be right more than I do, but there's nothing there.
- Did you climb the tree? - No. Why would I climb the tree?
- Cos that's where you... - Fingered Stacey Flatley.
- Please stop saying "fingered". - It was very respectful.
As respectful as fingering a girl up a tree can be.
I'm gonna call the police. There is a dead guy on the floor and two security guards out in the hall
that might not be sleeping.
- They'll take us to prison. - Well, you'd better run.
I didn't completely believe you. Not knowing Milo like I did.
But seeing you two together, how you are...
...you make a great couple.
We're not, we're really not. Not a couple. Just friends.
Good friends. In fact, where we're from, you and I are together.
We're... We're getting married.
- Really? - Yeah.
We met at The Hobgoblin when we were 17.
Some gig.
I went to The Hobgoblin when I was 17.
Milo was on stage, that's how we met.
I loved Milo for his talent and then I loved helping him become what he was
and, God, I loved the money, but...
I don't think I ever actually really loved him.
If there's another world with another version of me that's ended up with a guy like you...
...then maybe there's hope, after all.
It was, it was right here...
Yeah, it was right here.
Shit, there has to be something around here.
Milo...
- Unless Callum got it wrong, but then why... - Milo!
Your legs.
(Chuckles)
Is this a good idea?
- We don't know where it leads. - Mm, but it's not here, Danny boy.
(Grunts)
(Cries softly)
- Hello? - What the hell?
- (Screams) - Hey, calm down, don't touch...
- Fuck! - Did that girl have a device?
Yes, and the T-shirt with my face on it.
The world where I'm a rock star, she must've come from there.
Fuck sticks!
- Maybe the Other Us will find the gateway. - Where does that one go?
Shit.
If they go through that gateway, Danny...
Then we need to find them before it's too late.
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