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We've got a tremor outside.

Anyone explain to me
why we built this lab

on a historically established
tectonic fault‐line?

Imagine if the EM's failed

and the whole structure dropped
to the ground.

Fuck yeah.

All this glass. And us in it.

Scary shit.

Guess we're good.

Katie wasn't scared though.

She didn't even lift her head.

You know why she's not scared

that the big quake
might come today?

Because she already knows
it doesn't.

I have a strong understanding

of the magnetic fields
supporting us,

our tolerances in an earthquake,
and our backup power‐systems.

If you're feeling anxious,
I can explain it to you.

It's okay, Katie. I believe you.

Boss is here.

Is it morning already?

This place is like Vegas,
I never know what time it is.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you sleep okay?

I did.

Eventually.

Yeah, same.

Thanks for letting me stay,
Jamie.

Oh, come on.

You couldn't go back last night.

Not alone.
Not after what we saw.

But still, thanks.

And you didn't have
to let me take your bed.

Or change your sheets.

Well, you know. Chivalry.

And I kind of did need
to change the sheets.

Is it wise...
to retread these steps?

Or is it helpless?

I don't need a lecture, Katie.

What if someone else
had walked in, instead of me?

If the technicians see you
accessing the future,

it makes it seem as if the rule
is open to being broken.

They know not to break the rule.

And they know
we do break the rule.

You still
shouldn't be watching this.

It doesn't help.

What were you doing?

Checking that the tramlines
remain intact?

Maybe. I don't know.

I'm just scared.

Of what?

Us.

Me and you.

Everything we do is predicated
on the idea

that we live
in a physical universe.

Not a magical universe.

Are you doubting that?

Not the physical universe.

But I am scared
we might be magicians.

What if we project one minute
into the future.

‐Right now. ‐Forest...

What if, Katie.

What if one minute
into the future,

we see you fold your arms.

And you say, "Fuck the future."

I'm a magician.
My magic breaks tramlines.

"I'm not going to fold my arms."

You put your hands
in your pockets.

And you keep them there
until the clock runs out.

Cause precedes effect.

Effect leads to cause.

The future is fixed

in exactly the same way
as the past.

The tramlines are real.

In 48 hours...

Lily will die.

There's no magic.

Effectively...

it's already happened.

They're going to kill me.

It's a single phone call
to the police or the FBI.

You're not thinking it through.
They'll kill me.

Not get angry,
not threaten to sue...

Kill me.
Like they killed Sergei.

Then we make it anonymous.

We tell the cops
about the doctored film.

Where to look. What to look for.
They do the rest.

I think you need to stop
seeing them as a tech company.

See them as the mob.

You really want to call the cops
and inform on the mob?

You feel confident
they can protect you?

Yes, with witness protection.

Living in fucking Iowa
for the rest of my days?

Then what?

You wanna take them down,
yes, okay, fine,

but you, Lily Chan,
computer engineer,

can't take them down.

- Not alone. It's impossible.
- Jamie, just...

- What?
- Just stop trying to fix this.

Stop trying to know what to do.
Okay?

Neither of us knows what to do.

I'm gonna go back home.

What?

They'll be keeping tabs on me.

I don't want anything
to look wrong.

‐I'm coming with you. ‐No.

‐Yes. ‐No.

I don't want them to know
you exist.

That's my problem.

Your problem?

More chivalry?

You realize this is a step up
from changing the sheets.

Fuck, Lily, that...

You know for two years,

I've been shadowed by
a thousand things about you.

Your face in the morning.

Stupid jokes we had,
names we had for each other.

But I just remembered
what it was really like

going out with you.

I was thinking the same thing,
actually.

I just want you to be safe.

I know.

I'd like us both to be safe.

I'll check in
with you later, okay?

Yeah. Super fucking okay.

Hey brother.

You got a smoke there, man?

Ah, right on.

Thank you.

Oh, you got a... Yeah.

I've been ringing that bell here
for Lily Chan.

She lives here. You know her?

Yeah.

You see her today?
Or last night?

Don't worry. I'm not the police.

I know.

Still worried, though.

Lily and I work together,
I'm just here to pick her up.

Uh. Gotcha. I'm sorry, man,
no offence.

That's Lily's window
right up there.

Yeah. I think she left you
a note.

Not afraid of you, man.

Yeah, I can see that.

Just trying to figure out why.

Thank you.

Yo, Lily. Stranger danger.

Shit.

Hey, if you got a problem,

I've got your back. For real.

Thanks.

How are you, Lily?

Feeling a little better
than yesterday.

Thank you.

That's great.

You remember we had
an appointment

to see a doctor this morning?

Oh. Right.

So, one thing.

Erm... I think I'm not ready
for that yet.

‐No? ‐No.

It's like, I know how this goes,

these episodes I have,

and, I think it would be better
for me to just stay home.

You're feeling stronger...

‐less delicate. ‐Yeah. Exactly.

That's good.

Still, on balance, uh,

I think you should see a doctor.

- I just know that...
- You had a panic attack

in my office and stepped out

on to a third story
window ledge, Lily.

I don't blame you for wanting
to pretend it didn't happen,

but it did.

See the doctor and we're done.

Holy shit.

So, Lily.

Erm, I'd like to go
through a few details

before we get
into the specific reasons

as to why you're here.

‐Would that be okay? ‐Yes.

Thank you.

Let's start with your age.

Twenty‐seven.

Twenty‐seven.

And have you had
any physical illnesses recently?

No.

No. Very good.

Are you
on any prescription medication?

‐No. ‐Any recreational drug use?

Cannabis, cocaine, MDMA,
hallucinogens...

Nothing for a while.

How... What are we calling
"a while"?

Years.

Maybe three.

Okay...
And which drugs specifically?

The ones you mentioned.

All the ones I mentioned?

Yeah.

But like I said,
nothing for a while.

I understand.

And is there any history

of mental illness
in your family?

No.

This would include uncles,
aunts, grandparents.

No.

Tell me about your family.

What about my family?

Parents professions, upbringing.

Right.

My dad died when I was 10.

Heart condition.

He was an industrial engineer.

My mother remarried
after he died,

she moved to Hong Kong,
had a second family.

Brothers? Sisters?

No full brothers or sisters.

From my point of view,
I'm an only child.

- Are you close to your mother?
- More or less.

What does that mean?

I don't know. We act close.

‐But...? ‐We're not close.

I just think it's easier
for her to believe we're close

than to realize we're not.

- That's not uncommon, I think.
- Yeah.

How are you sleeping?

Not well.

Having trouble getting to sleep?
Waking during the night?

Both.

‐Appetite? ‐Low.

And if now we were to talk

about the specific incident
that led you here,

the incident at your workplace,
how would you describe it?

I can't.

You can't describe it?

I don't remember it.

You remember nothing
about it at all?

No.

It's a total blank.

Like it's erased from my memory.

So I can't really tell you
anything.

Well, what would you speculate
might have happened?

I guess the death
of my boyfriend triggered...

stuff.

I've had episodes before.

Like after my dad died.

So maybe it's that.

Or maybe it's a chemical
imbalance of some sort.

Lily, anything you say to me
is bound

by very strict terms of
patient/doctor confidentiality.

You know that, don't you?

Yes.

So if I were to promise

that you can say
whatever you like,

under those terms
of confidentiality,

what would you wanna talk about?

Why don't you just say whatever
is coming into your head.

Yeah. No.

Sorry. I'll be there
in 40 minutes.

No, no,
it's just a family issue.

Yeah, totally. Okay.
All right. See you. Bye.

Okay.

Okay.

We have a prediction system
based on ultra‐massive data.

The data goes
to a sub‐atomic level,

so we're fully in the world
of quantum mechanics

using a fully deterministic
interpretation

for which we use a version
of De Broglie‐Bohm.

Pilot wave.

And it works.

Kind of.

We glimpsed Christ on the cross.

Exactly.

We didn't see him, or hear him.

We glimpsed him.
Through a blizzard of variances.

And the boss
doesn't like variances?

The binary problem
in our quantum system.

It either works totally
or not at all.

Right?

Right.

And particularly bad for me,

'cause I'm focused
on soundwaves,

which are mega fragile,

and the variances
go wild mega fast.

So most of my day,
I'm hearing shit like this.

Inelegant. Ugly. Drop‐out.

And it gets worse the further
we travel back in time

and the worse is exponential.

Hearing that shit through
my headphones all day, it...

drives me a little crazy.

So I figure I need a break.
I get up.

Just to clear
my head for a while.

I find myself
over at our core computer.

Thinking how crazy
all this shit is.

Entanglement, superpositions,
all the voodoo.

And I'm thinking,
fucking De Broglie‐Bohm,

fucking Pilot Wave,
fucking hidden variables.

I wish I could ditch them all.

So I did.

That's a projection?

Yeah.

It's fucking crystal.

- What language is that?
- It's Aramaic.

From 2000 years ago.

That's Jesus talking?

Tell them what you fucking did!

I switched out De Broglie‐Bohm
for the Everett interpretation.

Many Worlds.

Still deterministic.

Deterministic because everything
than can happen, will happen.

And that's as deterministic as
you can get.

Cute, Lyndon.

It's a cute party trick.

Hell of a party.
Glad I'm invited.

No.

It's a waste of time.

And it's dangerous.

Why is it dangerous?

Because it's seductive.

As I can see
from all your faces,

lit up, hearing Jesus talk,
getting nerd hard‐ons.

But let's all just be clear.

It's not actually Jesus talking,
is it?

No, it is Jesus talking.

But not our Jesus,
from our history.

It's a Jesus, from a history.

And every time
you run the system,

you'll get a different outcome.

But the difference might be
a single hair on Jesus's head.

No, it will be that difference.

And three hairs difference.
And four. And a thousand.

And all points in between,
and either side.

That's your response
to what I've just achieved?

We're splitting hairs.

No, Lyndon.

This is my response:
You're fired.

What?

You're fired.

You've undermined
everything I'm trying to do.

Katie...

- Forest...
- Shut up, Katie.

- Are you kidding me?
- I'm not kidding anyone.

This is a message
to the whole team.

If you didn't know it
with the Russian kid,

you know it now.

I will not accept this project
being undermined.

Lyndon, you'll get your Devs
separation pay.

Ten million dollars.

And if you talk about your work
here to anyone,

in any context,
at any time, I'll know.

Now get your stuff and get out.

All good?

Yes. Thank you.

I'd like to go home now?

Absolutely.

Just need to get
the doctor's invoice.

Take a seat
for a couple of minutes.

Be quick.

She's a highly intelligent
young woman.

I'd say she was extremely upset
by the death of her boyfriend,

and she has various
relationship issues,

but I wouldn't say
she's suffering

from either schizophrenia
or psychosis.

And I don't think she ever has.

So she was lying?
It was all an act.

You understand I can't be
a hundred percent sure.

But the probability is high.

Sorry about that.
Let's get you home.

I don't know what the fuck
just happened.

‐My head is... ‐Lyndon...

I mean, I just fucking fixed
that guy's shit.

His shit, I fucking fixed it.

‐And he fires me? ‐Lyndon...

‐What? ‐Go.

‐Go? ‐Go.

You're very young,

you're very rich,

go.

You mean
I never see this place again?

Do I ever see you again?

We don't even hang out?

Lyndon, I want to know
that you were listening.

I am listening.

Not to me.

I want to know
you were listening to him.

To Forest.

He said he'd kill you.

He will.

Now, this moment,

go.

Lily.

I know everything.

I had a conversation
with the psychiatrist.

What?

Gave me a clear evaluation

that you're highly paranoid
and delusional,

and suffering
from severe psychosis.

My feeling
is you're a high suicide risk.

And that puts
an obligation on me,

as a representative
of your employer.

‐The duty of care. ‐No!

Lily, we both know
your mental state.

And your history.

This is not the way
to my apartment.

We're not going
to your apartment.

Stop the car. Now.

Can't do that.

Stop the fucking car.

I'm afraid not.

‐ ‐

‐ ‐

Hey wait.

- Hey, where are you going?
- Call an ambulance!

Hey, buddy.
Hey, Buddy are you okay?

‐Shit. ‐You okay, buddy?

The girl. Where did she go?

She...

Hey, Dude! You're bleeding!

Fuck.

You just fired
my most talented engineer.

Did you already know
you were going to do that?

Did you?

Lyndon introduced the multiverse
into Devs.

He broke a rule that isn't open
to being broken.

He used exceptionally
beautiful mathematics.

To make near infinite variations
on our history.

A version of our world

where you're seated
an inch to the left,

or an inch to the right.

Or the Pope converted to Islam,

or the moon landings
were achieved by Cambodia.

‐It works. ‐It does not work!

It does not work.

If it's not our Jesus,
it's not my Amaya.

And does every hair
on her head matter?

Yes, it does.

I broke a rule today too.

Just now.

I took Lyndon's
Many Worlds Algorithm

for sound waves...

and I applied it to light waves.

Oh, Christ.

‐Lily? What happened? ‐

911, what's your emergency?

- I'm reporting a crime.
- What's the nature of the crime?

- Murder.
- The name of the person?

Sergei Pavlov.

P, A, V, I, O, V.

- When did it happen?
- No. Five days ago.

And what's the address?

Ma'am, are you still there?

1303 Oak Hill Avenue,
apartment forty.

And what's your name?

- Lily Chan.
- Spell it for me.

C, H, A, N.

Please stay on the line,
I'm gonna make a report.

No. I'm not going
to stay on the line,

- just send someone.
- No, no. Please don't...

I was wrong.

You were right.
We need the police.

They're here.

I guess this is it.

- Lily Chan?
- Yes.

I'm arresting you for reckless
endangerment in the first degree

while taking control
of a vehicle.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Excuse me, Officer,
this is a mistake.

You have a right to an attorney
before and after questioning,

if not we will appoint one
for you.

‐Do you understand? ‐No!

- Suspect replied no.
- Yep.

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back

where I can see them.

- What the fuck is going on?
- Okay, let's go.

No! You have to stop!

‐You don't understand! ‐Doctor?

Oh, my God.

As state‐designated clinician,

do you confirm that this is
the subject of the 50‐150 H&S?

‐Yes. ‐You can't do this.

This is her.

On the grounds that she is a danger
to herself and a danger to others,

we turn her over
to involuntary psychiatric hold.

- Oh, my God! No! No!
- Come on, let's go.

Jamie!

Hello, Jamie.