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[Faraday] This is
my human voice.

Hello.

I hope this signal
reaches you on Anthea.

I "hope."

That's a word
you don't understand.

On Earth,
you would be called

my wife.

Our offspring would be known

as our children.

When I left you,
I felt no doubt or regret.

There was only the task ahead.

But now something impossible
is happening to me.

Emotion.

Human emotion.

It has no application
in Anthean.

My adept, Thomas Newton,

used these television signals
to communicate with his wife

as I am now
communicating with you.

I'm sending this message
to try and explain

what's happening to me.

I seem to be
going through some ch...

Changes.

I translated Newton's design
for a quantum fusion machine,

but that was
only the beginning.

There were still
two phases left to complete.

Phase one, build it.

[whirring]

Phase two, identify
a fuel model to power it.

This is where
things began to unravel.

Mm-mmm. No.

Hydrogen-protium,
deuterium, tritium...

All known power sources
for achieving fusion

simply did not apply
to Newton's design.

This meant we had the machine,
but no way to activate it.

[engine roaring]

Why would Newton summon me
light-years across the galaxy

to follow instructions
that were impossible?

When the survival of two planets
depends on my success?

It made no sense.

And then I remembered
what he said.

Humans... You have to
see with their eyes.

I didn't know what he meant,
or why he said it.

But I had to try.

So I initiated a study
of what makes humans...

human.

A controlled experiment
requires a vantage point.

I chose the 21st-century
incarnation of the water hole.

[indistinct chatter]

On Anthea, as drones,
we exist without choice.

There are no decisions
or alternatives.

No variety or preference.

There are only assigned tasks
and their completion.

But here on Earth,

the amount of choices humans
allow themselves is dizzying.

Macchiato, double latte,
salted caramel,

mocha melon chip,
Vienna espresso,

apple crisp, cafe au lait,

Affogato, pumpkin spice
no whip, half Capp,

pumpkin whip Americano,

Rwanda Hingakawa
macchiato, Gala black,

double reserve, dip, drip,

no foam, no whip,
fat-free drizzle.

[doorbell rings]

Mom says
if you don't like turnip,

then I have to eat
the turnip you don't eat,

so please like turnip.

[Faraday] Here,
a pupa is called a child.

And even they have choices.

Our children
were taught to obey,

but these children are
tiny instruments of chaos.

Humans also make
elaborate rituals

of their most basic functions.

All unnecessarily complex.

Case in point...

The family consumption ritual.

La-la la-la la la la la
La-la la-la la la la la

La la la la la la

How is this a benefit
to anything?

Stove, table, plate.

So many stations.

They're opportunities for things
to fall off your plate.

[whispers] Like turnips.

You want to off-gas the turnips?

[laughs] You said gas.

Larva gas.

Should we hover over
a bucket on the floor?

That's not how
we do it on Anthea.

-Where's Anthea?
-[both] Canada.

[Josiah] Mm-hmm.

And then, this happens.

They speak to their God.

Thank you, Lord,
for the food

we're about to receive
to nourish our bodies

and keep us mindful
of the needs of others.

Almighty God, thank you. Amen.

Complicated.

I'll return to this.

What did you do today,
Molly Molls?

You only made
a stairway to heaven

out of all the blue Lego,
Miss Ingrate.

How was your day today
at the lab?

-He made a first impression.
-I made a first impression.

You should've seen Juzzie's

first day as the boss
of her lab.

She literally forgot words.

People don't forget words,
people have brain farts.

[chuckling] What's with
the gas and farts today?

[whispers] I just made one.

[all laughing]

Here you go,
Miss Farty Pants.

[all laughing]

Something else they have here...

They call it "joy."

An emotion that exists

on the far positive end
of their spectrum.

Disruptive as it is, it appears
to be the ultimate objective.

As commonly occurring
and taken for granted

as it is rare and elusive.

Wife, there was
a moment I wished...

That's another word
they have here.

I wished for you
to have felt it, too.

I question if Antheans
ever felt it.

But part of me also wonders
if you're fortunate not to.

Because I've learned
in my time on Earth...

-[woman] Come, Molly!
- ...that joy has a price.

Oh!

That price is grief.

[monitor beeping]

Grief is a predator.

I couldn't have known then,

but it was coming
for all of us.

Because of me.

[woman vocalizing]

There is a concept
on this planet

called "natural selection."

Meaning that variations
in behavior

increase an organism's
ability to survive...

Or perish.

This is particularly
true of humans.

On the far end of the spectrum
are these people.

Every generation produces
a small collection of minds

that let us see
into new worlds.

One of these minds

belongs to the woman

Justin Falls.

On Anthea, she would be
called an adept.

We need to go from atoms in
chaos to atoms in alignment.

So we want a wave pattern
that looks like this.

We need to bring
the two wave functions

into alignment to
maintain coherence.

I've composed an algorithm here.

On Earth,
she theorized an algorithm

for fusion decades
ahead of its time.

This is why Newton
sent me to find her.

[Zach] Yeah, but...
But this requires

a super computer that can do

a quintillion computations
a second.

That computer doesn't exist.

So, we have to
simplify the algorithm.

But if we simplify it too much,

the whole process becomes
unstable and then...

[beeping]

[whistling]

Boom.

Boom.

[rumbling]

Gah, I hate everything.
Everything.

The gamut of emotions
humans fluctuate

between in the span
of a day is absurd.

Adoration, amusement, anxiety,

awe, awkwardness,
bemusement, boredom,

confusion, craving,
disgust, excitement,

horror, nostalgia,
rage, relief,

romance, sadness,
satisfaction, surprise.

Yes, I alphabetized.

Guys, if it was easy it'd be
something else, right?

It wouldn't be fusion.

Fusion. We can do it.

Fusion. We can do it.

Fusion, we can do it.

[all chanting]
Fusion, we can do it!

-Lucy, come on. Lucy...
-Don't touch me.

Come on, Lucy.
Fusion, we can do it!

[all] Fusion, we can do it!

All the humans around me

live in fear of fear.

So, they'll generate oxytocin
or endorphins,

or they'll copulate,
hibernate or medicate

in order to short circuit
their fear response.

Fear of failure,

fear of loss, fear of chaos

causes them to lose control.

[Spencer] I don't understand
what you're telling me, Drew.

[Drew] We need to talk.
Face to face.

Now is not a good time
for me to fly, okay?

We're actually
getting somewhere.

I'm trying to narrow down
regions on a high value target.

I'm here, in London.
Tate Modern. One hour.

Oh, okay.

Okay, well, uh,

I'll see you there. [sighs]

[Lisa] There's very little room
for interpretation here.

It's either temperate
or tropical.

[door buzzes]

[Drew] I've gotta pull you out.

When the Security Council heard
it was you, they just--

Me?

Those cocksuckers! Come on.

This is 'cause of
what I did to that family?

I was working
for my country, Drew.

-I live for my country.
-I know.

They're doing what they do.
Thinking down the line.

No, not one of them had
the balls to do what I did.

That's why. Optics.

Optics. Optics is
the whole reason

to keep little kids
and their parents

-in desperate detainments. What?
-What?

Separate detainments.
You said desperate.

They told me to make
a statement. And I did.

And for that I get... I get
shoved in the fucking basement!

And now this.

Oh, my love, wake the fuck up.

You almost didn't get
the basement.

You were out
until I kept you in.

I know that.

Drew, that's a huge...

That's a huge part of it, okay?

You saved my life.

There's no other person alive
that I would--

Let's save it.
I know, Spence, I know.

You said, um...

[smacks lips]
Let him run, right?

Well, I let him run. Okay?

And he's almost built it.

And it is almost ours.

Just give me one week. One week.

I have to bring him in. Me.

Please?

[Faraday] Fear is tangled
with something called shame,

which seems to be their
most destructive construction.

[shudders] My landlord says

I might lose my house.

Me. Can you believe it?

I've always
looked after myself.

[Faraday] Shame is fear
turned inward.

Fear of what they call
"the self."

This is a concept
you won't understand.

It means a sense of
individual identity.

Bear with me, wife,

this will all connect.

Every human has a self.

Until now, I never did.

On Anthea, we're born
as Adepts or Drones.

We exist only to serve
the collective.

But here,
self is something they build

every minute, every hour.

And as bewildering
as it sounds,

they never know
if they're doing it right.

So, I've been trying to
build a self.

Like another layer
of my skin suit.

[Faraday on TV] Hello.

Hello.

You look taller than me.

That's impossible.

It's dinner time.

An affirmation of the unit

that restores order
after a day of uncertainty.

You're learning.

Let's eat.

[Molly] The knife
is on the right,

right next door to the spoon.

The knife is on the right,
right next door to the spoon.

[Faraday] With my new self,

I began to anticipate
their rituals.

This is the human version
of order.

You're eating six broccolis,
or no screen time.

As if they forget they have
this negotiation every day.

I'll throw up.
I can't eat more than two.

Why not agree four
in perpetuity?

-Five.
-Three.

Okay, four. But you're
eating six tomorrow.

-No, she's not.
-No, she's not.

And then, this again.

It has something to do
with eternity.

They believe the self exists

in relation
to something bigger.

Something they don't
need to see.

This is called faith.

And then work talk.

So, how was the lab today?

Oh, we're trying to make
something complex

into something simple.

Like making the exact same Lego
sets with less of the pieces?

Yeah, exactly.

But we haven't found
the right method yet.

[Josiah] Have you tried

the Hartree-Fock
mean field approach?

That simplified it too much.

Right, right,
the atomic interactions would...

[static crackling]

It began just like that...

Uh, Dad?

At the time we weren't aware
of its significance.

A small change in one state

of a deterministic
non-linear system.

Dad?

The first crack
in Josiah's self.

[music playing]

Ah...

Is there a moratorium against
dinner music, huh?

Faraway!

You called him Faraway.
It's Faraday.

Faraday Faraway,
Faraway Faraday.

What do you hear?

This is new. A pattern change.

Instrumentation.

Expression.

[scatting]

Improvisation. [scats]

Everything that lives between

what you feel and what
you can put into words.

On the tip of your tongue,
just out of reach.

Silent communion.

Go, Dad!

[Josiah] Call and response.

This is called "theatrics."

They wield the spotlight,

highlighting emotion,

emphasizing catharsis. Watch.

[projector whirring]

Don't come between me
and my poetry, Miss Cynic.

Don't you think
there's something

special happening here?

Something spiritual?

Listen, they don't even
write that stuff down.

And when it's live,
oh, it's transcendent.

Like Charlie here.

[playing saxophone]

[Faraday] Improvisation
has one rule.

It cannot stop.

Yes, there you are.

In a room full of people

that you don't even know,
sharing in creation.

Wife, I'll now explain
jazz music to you.

It was born in America

in the early 20th century.

In New Orleans,
known as the Cradle of Jazz.

But its true roots emerged
from the enslaved caste

who brought call-and-response
music with them

when they were torn
from their homes.

Call... Response.

I'm gonna lay down
my burdens

Down by the riverside

If that mockingbird
don't sing

Papa's gonna buy me
a diamond ring

Happy day

Oh, happy day

I know a place, y'all

I'll take you there

- Soul power - Soul power

[Faraday] Call...
Response. Inseparable.

The music of survival.

Impossible as it is
for you to imagine,

it means musicians engage

in conversation
with their instruments,

trusting themselves
to play the next note

without knowing
what it's supposed to be.

There is a word for this.

A variance in the science
of human behavior

called "improvise."

Humans have the ability
to improvise,

break from pattern,
instantly create a new pattern,

with no blueprint
and no known outcome.

This ability
lived inside Josiah

in ways I could not
have understood.

If I had, this message
would be painless.

[Spencer sighs]

Whatever you have, it better be
good enough to save your job.

That tornado wasn't real.

-What are you saying?
-I mean,

it was real,
but it didn't occur naturally.

There's lead and silver iodide

in the soil samples
from the site

where the tornado touched down.

It was cloud-seeded.

Wait, are you suggesting that
Newton made the tornado appear?

Well, China does it
all the time to boost crops.

Fly a drone into the clouds,
ignite a lightning storm.

It's weirdly
pretty straightforward.

Oh, that is really...

That is really smart.

God damn.

He needed a lot of
electrical interference

and so he created a tornado.

Fuck!

Is he dropping houses
on peoples' sisters, too?

The bits of the signal
we could track...

Yeah?

...came from somewhere
in Southeast Asia.

We're still narrowing.
There's more.

The flight attendant
on the private plane

that took Faraday
to the UK, Ashleigh Fiore,

she posted right after
they landed.

Ashleigh Fiore.

Okay. Tag her phone.
Send it to me.

There's a problem.
We should meet.

[Hatch] Hey.

Aren't you an alcoholic?

Uh, yeah. Hence, the drinking.

You okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

How's Teddy?

Have you seen him
since you returned?

No. Not yet.

-You never ask about Teddy.
-Well...

I assume you didn't come here
to ask me questions about...

Well, you lied to him.
You lie to everyone,

so why wouldn't I assume
all those years ago

you were lying about Newton?

[Hatch] Hmm. I didn't steal
the fucking patent, Edie.

I'm not a liar.
You're confusing me with Dad.

He had his reasons
for all this, Hatch.

He didn't just randomly
put me in charge.

[Hatch] I would've thought that
the "alien spaceman"

would have inclined you
in my direction a little bit.

The "alien spaceman" is not

a slate wiper
for your past bullshit.

Edie, I hope you at least
believe me when I say

that I don't want you
to get hurt.

Or killed.
I mean, this is the CIA.

They'll... They'll erase us.

They'll destroy Faraday's
machine in the warehouse

before anyone ever sees it.

It doesn't have to be like that.

Pressman Thorn.

Thorn? Pressman Thorn?

[chuckles] Thorn Oil?
"Melter of glaciers" Thorn?

I mean, he debases currencies
around the world for fun.

He wants to add OriGen
to his stable.

He's always been
in my ear about that.

Edie, he's like
a real-life monster.

This is the fastest way
to get protection.

Who else can go to war with
the CIA besides Big Oil?

You don't go to Big Oil
to back renewable energy.

Thorn has the Senate
Majority Leader

and the Intelligence
Committee Chair in his pocket.

-He controls them.
-But nobody can control him.

Hatch!

We're bleeding out.

You know this.

Without Thorn, we die.

I'm not asking, I'm telling.

I made the call.

We have a meeting.

I will need you there.

[both] Grandma, Grandma
Sick in bed

Called the doctor
and the doctor said

Grandma, Grandma
You ain't sick

What you need
is a walking stick

[Molly continues singing]
Get the rhythm high

Grandpa?

School's that way.

[guitar music playing]

[doorbell chiming]

[strums guitar]

-Do you play?
-Barely.

[chuckles softly]

One of life's regrets.

-Hmm.
-[strums guitar]

Show me a D?

[playing off-key]

[playing guitar]

Barely?

Grandpa?

Mm?

Grandpa?

[playing faster]

[moaning]

[string snaps]

[gasps]

[screams]

[siren wailing]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, sweetie.

I'm here. I'm here.

[breathing heavily]

They need to run some tests.

But it looks likely to
have been a small stroke.

[Justin] It's okay.

Born Josiah Clarence Falls,

New Providence Island, Bahamas.

1955.

From a young age, he focused
his genius on music

and the transference of energy.

To him, they were
one and the same.

And being a genius,
Josiah fell in love.

He thought he'd met the woman

he'd spend the entirety
of his existence with.

They never went to bed
without dancing.

She planted bougainvillea
all around the house,

threw away all his ties,

and gave him a shave closer
than a barber shop.

He could only offer a recipe
for conch fritters,

and peas and rice.

But it was enough.

Their love produced a child,

and the day
his daughter was born,

he made her a promise.

[young Josiah]
I will live my life for you.

[Faraday] But Justin's mother
couldn't thrive

in this new country.

Her roots were deep
in her home soil.

And on the day
her mother left them,

Justin made her father
a promise, too.

That she would
hold him forever.

[doctor] We'll need
a neurologist to review the MRI,

but his previous condition
has vanished.

It's a literal miracle.

He doesn't play guitar.

[doctor] I'd like to run
some more tests.

University College Hospital
has a research center dedi--

No. No, absolutely not.
Thank you.

Angel's work.

Come on, Dad.

[Faraday] Days passed

and we were no closer
to simplifying the equation

or finding an alternative
fuel source.

The machine was useless.

[alarm beeping]

And I was failing...

Again, and again.

-It's too high.
-I know, I know.

-Just wait a second.
-It's unstable.

-I know, but--
-[Zach] It's too high.

[sound intensifies]

-[sound stops]
-That's when I first

understood shame.

And shame became something else.

Why did you shut it down?

It's unstable.

The algorithm isn't simplified.

It's too dangerous
to keep pushing.

You work in a laboratory. What
did you think your job would be?

Were you told to stop?

Everyone out! Now.

You, stay.

What do you mean
you optimized him?

I gave him some of my DNA.

What?

The dominance of the transfusion
is rewriting his genetic code.

The... The dominance
of the transfusion...

My dad is becoming--

I cannot confirm
what he is becoming.

I can confirm
that we are failing.

Guys. So, I've got Lucy
in my office screaming at me.

She terminated
an experiment in process.

[Justin] Shut up about Lucy!

My father,
something is happening to him,

and it is not a fucking stroke.

Perhaps he is between gears.

What gears?

What is he turning into?

I fixed him. He's likely
to live longer than you.

You... You fixed him?

I don't recognize him.

I eliminated his analog space.

His representational space.

That space was him!

This is not what is
important right now!

[Hatch] All right. Stop.

Listen, whatever's wrong
with your dad,

it sounds like
he needs a doctor.

-We just came from a doctor.
-A doctor we can trust.

This I can do.

Okay, Zach, lay some skin on me.

-[chuckles] See you.
-[Zach] Bye, Dr. Sloane.

You show up here like... Like...

-Like...
-Teddy, I'm sorry.

[scoffs] Sorry?

[stammers] Uh, is that it?

Two syllables
to replace three years

of grief, anger and resentment.

I have more syllables
if you'll hear them.

Right now? Okay.

As you know, I was fired,

and excommunicated
and emotionally extradited--

-Hatch, I have work to do.
-I fucked up.

I was ashamed and I wanted
to die. So, I ran away.

And you're here now
for what?

I need you to look at something.

And, um...

And I never stopped
wanting to see you again.

Look, fine,
I'm an asshole, all right?

We know that.
But... this isn't about me.

Pretend I'm a stranger.

This is about a man's life.

And a family.
An innocent family.

Dystonia doesn't get better.

Exactly.

Hatch, what is this?

It's more alien stuff.

Can I have a taste
of your ice cream?

Can I lick the crumbs
from your table?

Can I interfere
in your crisis?

No, mind your own business

No, mind your own business

[panting]

[music playing indistinctly
over earbuds]

[Spencer] What are you
listening to?

What?

Sorry, I was just asking
what you're listening to.

It's Ashleigh, isn't it?

Yeah, Ashleigh.
But not with a "Y,"

with, uh, "E-I-G-H,"
like "sleigh."

No, I don't know you. Fuck off.

How about that?

You've seen a badge
before, right?

You wanna hold it?

No, thank you.

Okay, Ashleigh. "E-I-G-H."

No, um, yes.
"E-I-G-H" like "sleigh."

I should put bells on you.

You could be my reindeer.

Guess that would make me Santa.

You want me to put
reins in your mouth, Ashleigh?

-No.
-Come here.

-No.
-Come here,

Ashleigh Fiore,
364 Maron Drive.

Daughter to Henry.

Sister to Brinleigh.

She does the "E-I-G-H," too,
doesn't she, Ash?

So, on your Instagram, um...

[smacks lips] Uh, uh, the jet.
The day that you called,

"Fucking whacked"?

There was a guy.
There was a really weird guy.

On the plane, remember?

-NDA.
-CIA.

Well, I know
you're a pack animal.

I know you're a beast of burden,

but you can tell me
what you saw on the jet

or I'll have you
charged with treason.

And I'll stick you in a room
with reins in your mouth

for the rest of your life.

Talk to me.

He asked if the cabin
was pressurized.

[Spencer] What?

He asked if the cabin
was pressurized.

Why? Why did he do that?

He kind of...
He kind of got like... That.

-The balloons?
-Yeah.

It's about gravity or...
Or air pressure.

And maybe that's why
he didn't want the lab

on the third floor,
because of the elevators.

You think to survive long-term

they need
a low gravity location?

[Spencer] High altitude.
Low oxygen.

I think it's about
how thin the air is.

Check mountain ranges.

[blues music playing]

[Faraday] I searched
Newton's old work

for something
I must have overlooked.

I got ramblin'

I got ramblin' on my mind

[Faraday] Some hidden detail

that would lead me
to a solution.

Hate to leave my baby

But you treat me so unkind

[high-pitched whining]

[Faraday] But I was lost.

[siren wailing]

Why the impossible science?

Why the instruction
"to see with their eyes"?

Why this journey into self?

My mind began to fracture.

Until then, I had only
perceived our existence

through a singular
point of view.

With a singular purpose.

To protect the hive.

[bees buzzing]

[horns honking]

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

[horns honking]

He's okay. Just confused,
frustrated. He's inside.

Yeah, thanks.

[Josiah] Six, three,
seven, eight, two...

[Justin] Dad?

[Josiah] Zero, two, four,
six, seven, one.

-If you undid it and...
-Molly, stay... Stay here.

...and then you look at it...

Why? Why is it stuck?
Why is it stuck?

Molly, go to your room.

-[mumbling]
-Dad? Dad?

Seven...
Where's the seventh?

Hey, hey, hey. It's me.
It's me, Juzzie.

It's me, Dad. It's Juzzie.
Yeah. Yeah.

-Juzzie?
-Yeah.

Juzzie?

[exhales]

What's happening to me?

[breathing heavily]

Come here, Dad.

-[cries]
-It's gonna be okay.

[crying]

-[Hatch] Thanks for comin'.
-[Teddy] Uh-huh.

Looks like you've got
something on your mind.

[clicks tongue] Okay.

Physically he is like
a 40-year-old triathlete.

His blood oxygen levels
are abnormally high.

I'll keep an eye on that.

But he's not in
any danger in that way.

His file reads like,
uh, fantasy.

He... He is a miracle.

Beyond that,
it's for a psychiatrist.

-I, um--
-[Teddy] I understand.

You can't bring him
to other doctors.

Well, I'm here for you
and you can call me anytime.

Thank you.

Hey. Uh, Teddy, before you go,
I wanted to--

Shut up.

You've been given
a responsibility.

I don't even think
you understand

how massive
the responsibility is.

Uh. Well, I... I think I do.

-Ah.
-Do you wanna meet the guy who--

I don't wanna meet anybody else.

I don't wanna know
any more than I have to.

Don't fuck this one up,
Hatch. Huh?

If you fuck this one up,
it's an actual sin.

My dad almost got killed

in the middle of the road
listening to fucking bees.

[Josiah] Zero, eight, zero...

Bees?

What you call bees, we have
a very similar species at home.

And?

Antheans hold them, bees,

in high regards
for their efficiency

and singularity of purpose.

-Dad.
-No! No! [grunts]

This is not my father.

[Josiah mumbling]

[Josiah] Nine, eight, seven,
two, one.

Don't! [grunts]

Dad.

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[Josiah] Five, six, four, one...

Get out!

You did this to him.

Get the fuck out now!

[Josiah] ...two, two.

[muttering]

[breathing heavily]

[Faraday] She was right.

But even then, I couldn't
comprehend what I had done.

"I showed the grown-ups
my masterpiece

"and I asked them
if my drawings scared them.

"They answered,
'Why be scared of a hat?'

"My drawing was not
a picture of a hat.

"It was a picture
of a boa constrictor

"digesting an elephant."

A gift from a child.

A story about perspective...

And transformation.

I was looking
at the machine one way.

Josiah was looking
at it another.

Or from
a different perspective,

the machine was calling to us.

Call, response.

I was responding one way.

Josiah was responding another.

Expression. Improvisation.

Everything that lives
between what you feel

and what you can put into words.

Tip of your tongue,
just out of reach.

Nine, six.

[birds chirping]

Don't you think
there's something

special happening here?

Something spiritual.

It's transcendent.

Is he gonna get better?

Yeah, I don't...

I don't know, baby.

But, um, you know...

We got the gift
of this time with him.

And he was...

He was happy in a way that--

That sounds like you think
he's gonna die.

No.

No, no, no, I don't.

I'm ju-- [sniffles]

Well, I'm scared, too.

[doorbell ringing]

He had your equation.

He's trying to communicate.

It doesn't have
to be interpreted

as electromagnetic waves.

The bees, the guitar,
the waves are sound.

They're frequencies.

Substitute sound waves
for electromagnetic waves.

They'll make the atoms
work in harmony.

[Faraday] The way bees
work in harmony.

We needed a super computer
powerful enough to align atoms.

That super computer is jazz.

Josiah converted his daughter's
equation into sound frequencies.

Because music itself
is mathematical.

He simplified the equation
and wrote us

the song.

[piano music playing]

[Justin] If the lights turn on,
we know we have energy.

If the lights turn pink,
we know it's stable.

-Hmm.
-Dad...

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay. Here you go.

It's what you wrote on the wall.

[Josiah breathing heavily]

[Justin] Capacitor bank's
fully charged.

Safety's enabled.

Ready to fire.

-In three, two, one.
-[beeps]

[hissing]

[computer beeping]

Plasma is stable.

The density is good.

[Justin] Ready for heating.

If my dad has
any problems at all,

you shut it down. I don't care
how close we are. Okay?

You ready, Dad?

[plays note]

[continues playing]

[powering up]

Acceleration's not stable.

Shit. It's slowing down.

[Hatch] Is slow bad?

-Faster.
-Carefully.

[continues playing notes]

Dad, try a higher frequency.

[plays higher notes]

It's destructing.
Shut it down, shut it down!

No. No, keep going. The rule of
improvisation is it cannot stop.

All right. Give me, uh,
10% more at the top.

Higher amplitude.

[continues playing notes]

A bit more in the middle.

No, no, no.
That's too much. Half that.

[continues playing notes]

Do that again. That same phrase.

That's the resonance.

Okay.

Keep it going. Keep it going.

[music continues]

[powering up]

What's happening here?

[laughs]

We just taught a computer jazz.

Now we see if it can play.

[Justin] Dad.

Dad, you did it.

You did it, you did it,
you did it.

[sniffles]

Doctor, hi.

[Teddy] Sorry, do I know--

Ah! [grunting]

[screams] No!

The file for Josiah Falls. Now.

[Spencer] They fucking
turned it on?

Why didn't you
tell me immediately?

[Lisa] It's the middle
of the night.

By the time Tim got me,
it was over.

Why were you away
from your phone?

I found Newton.

What? What? How?

-I got Josiah's medical files.
-Okay.

[Lisa] I checked the hemoglobin
levels in his blood work.

Their blood needs
twice the oxygen.

That means they need
dense vegetation.

And we know we're looking for

mountain ranges
in Southeast Asia.

We are looking for
elevated jungles.

What are you telling me?
Where is he? Where is he?

Cambodia.

He's in Cambodia.

What is this? What is this mass?

[Lisa] Two hundred thousand
tons of cement.

In the middle of the jungle.

That could be a lot of things.

It could be a silo,
it could be a dam.

It's underground.

Oh, shit. Newton's...

-Newton's in a bunker.
-[chuckles softly]

Wow, that is a terrible car.

Awful. Hey, congratulations.

Thank you.

I mean, it is never
leaving the building, but...

Why are you
so fucking brazen?

I just saw a miracle.

Hold on. Is this that moment

where the miracle
finally wins out?

Yeah, you know what?
I feel like, it is.

Then you're a child. I have it.

Hatch, I have you.

I feel like you had me
a little better

before the fucking
machine worked.

You psycho!

You know... You know what
I absolutely have, Hatch?

I have proof

that you smuggled
Newton's tenth design

out of OriGen seven years ago.

And that you tried to sell it.

And to whom.

Okay? So, this shit you're
spraying about a miracle,

that miracle had
a price tag for you.

That included the fact that
you betrayed your sister.

Didn't you?

Your steely and fragile sister.

Now that you're all
rebonded again,

it would be a fucking shame
if she found out.

[Justin] He's changing into
something Anthean. Isn't he?

When I realigned him,

I was trying to unburden you.

The burden is love.

You don't understand.

I'm starting to.

You were...

You were trying to
help the mission.

Help yourself.

Help him, too.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

This wouldn't have happened

without your equation.

Uh, you interpreted it.

I interpreted your father.

Tell me about him.

Everything.

Um...

He was born on
New Providence Island in, uh,

1955.

He made my dates come in
and listen to Mingus.

It was mortifying.

But he is, uh...

I'm... I am so thankful.

So, God. Prayer.

The Anthean god
is progress, efficiency.

That's what we worship.

Have we ever stopped to ask...

to what end?

Humans do.

They ask that in every moment.

Every interaction.

Every sunrise.

Because their God is meaning.

Dinner together, meaning.

A father's touch, meaning.

A mother's strength, meaning.

At the beginning
of this transmission, I asked,

"How is humanity
beneficial to anything?

"Where does it fit
in the universe?"

Now I know.

Find meaning in the moment

and the moment
can become eternal.

Humanity is quantum.

Humanity is jazz.

And, wife...

it is beautiful.