Hey, Mr. Bezzerides, are you home?

These are shots of our living room

What is this thing?

I think it's a camera

No way. Mr. "B" invented a camera that takes pictures of the future

The camera spits out a photo of us in the future. Then we go about our day making a series of decisions that lead up until that moment

Think about how much money we could make

This is just the start. Just smile and say good-bye to your day jobs, guys

Who is this?

That's my bookie

What is he doing in the apartment?

Is he dangerous?

he is dangerous

Did you tell him about the camera?

No

What are you doing?

I'm going to do what we should have done from the start. I'm going to destroy that machine

Stop

Wait a second

Doesn't look like something I would normally paint

You're sending us a warning

Maybe something bad's about to happen

You said we can change things, right?

Everything happened for a reason

I want 50%

We obviously have no control over what's happening

We're all in this. Callie and I are sharing the risk

I'm just trying to make sure you're okay

Do I look okay?

As long as we see ourselves in that photo every day, we know we're alive tomorrow

We're all friends. And we just need to trust that it's going to be okay