C’mon, Sam, join my agency. Don’t you want to be famous?
Don’t you want to make more VC?
More sweet, sweet VC…
Are you drooling?
Don’t listen to that guy. He’s going to take a huge cut of your money.
Also I’m your best friend.
I don’t respond to guilt, man.
Really? You should. It would make this decision a lot easier.
Also, I maybe got you a Kia commercial. Kia!
The super agent or my best friend? What do I do?
I don’t know, Sam, but right now you should get ready for another game against Detroit and Jackson Ellis.
Okay, Ellis, let’s go over this one more time.
You are going to kill Sam Beckett Jr.
In the tunnel, or in the locker room, or on the court…
…and when I say “on the court” I mean you will literally kill him…
…not just try to outplay him in basketball.
Yo, I heard you last time.
The first time I misunderstood, but you were loud and clear before game 2.
I decided not to commit murder, especially when I still don’t get why you want him dead.
Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Jackson.
More importantly, I’m the reason you made it to the NBA, remember?
You keep saying that, but I don’t know if it’s true.
In the original timeline, where I don’t interfere, you’re nobody.
I’m not even drafted?
You don’t even exist.
How does that work?
I’d have to teach you string theory for you to understand.
Oh, is that how you make string cheese?
I definitely want to learn that. How do you get the cheese to pull apart in those strips?
Well, you see, the proteins are aligned so that–
Wait a minute, that’s not what string theory is about at all!
This is all just a distraction. Are you going to do as I ask or not?
I can’t kill him, Dr. Beckett. Even if he is actually you, and you must have a good reason.
He’s my rival. We drive each other to be better. If he’s dead…
Maybe I might as well be out of the game, too.
Oh shut up with that self righteous bullshit.
You’re asking me to murder another human being.
For the greater good.
Explain how killing your son–inhabited by yourself from the past–is the greater good…
And maybe I’ll do it.
Then we’re done here.
You’ll regret this, Ellis. Come March 29, you won’t have this choice.