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Oh, fuck.

Work.

Work.

Work.

Standard.

Can you hear me?

This is Darren.

I've been separated from the others and I think I'm okay, but I'm not sure where I am.

I've never been out this far before, so I don't...

There was this, uh...

I didn't get a good look at it, but there was something.

There was something else in here.

I need you guys.

Okay, I need you guys to get me, please.

Fuck, I need you guys to come out and get me.

Can you come, please, Tanner?

Tanner?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck!

Oh, fuck.

We all have our loops, our habits, behaviors that keep us walking in circles,

reaching for the same solutions over and over again, thinking each time they'll take you somewhere new.

But they don't.

And still, it's the neural pathway of least resistance, the path you made.

It's the one that kept you safe when you were a child.

You learned to push people away before they could hurt you.

And now, as an adult, you're still stuck right where you started.

Alone.

I mean, I'm not lonely.

I have employees and customers.

I didn't say lonely.

I said alone.

I hurt people.

I don't want to.

It's just the way I'm wired.

So maybe I deserve to be alone.

Do you think anyone deserves to be alone?

I don't know, but maybe it's not such a bad thing.

Being alone feels deeply ingrained.

I understand.

You've had dreams and a lot of resistance, not a lot of support in realizing those dreams.

And when we've experienced hurt again and again, we start to expect it.

It's like, oh, I know this path.

I know where it goes.

So are you interested in forging a new path and see where that leads?

Sure.

Why not?

You know, I'm here.

Great.

So I want to revisit an exercise we've done before.

The role play.

Oh, the acting thing?

Yeah.

I feel stupid doing that.

I know.

But we have a few minutes.

Let's, um, yeah, let's try.

A little bit.

All right.

Let's hit the scene.

Let's go back to the night that Barbara left you.

You mean the night she kicked me out of my own house?

Yeah.

I'm playing myself.

And I'll be Barbara.

It is my house, by the way.

I'm the one paying for it.

I know.

Okay.

So, um, I got home late.

I don't know how late.

She was already asleep.

Maybe midnight.

She usually goes to bed before.

It doesn't matter.

The point is, I was in the kitchen and, um, the glass.

I broke the glass and she comes running down to see what happened and things escalated.

And how do you feel?

Well, I was, I was drunk.

And, um, I felt stupid.

I was angry.

Because, because I broke the glass.

Can you say that to me?

What, the Barbara?

Yeah.

I'm sorry that I woke you.

Maybe if you'd come home earlier, we could have spent the evening together.

No, I was, I was working.

You know, I came straight home after work.

Be honest with me, please.

I can smell it on your breath.

I had a few beers.

Define a few.

Well, it was a hard day.

I needed to wind down.

All you ever do is wind down.

You're always at the store.

You want kids, right?

We both do.

Well, you know, having a family takes money, which means someone has to work.

Unless being a professional student is considered a job these days.

That's not fair.

You know I have to take time off.

Well, it's not my fault if you can't keep up.

How are you going to be a lawyer if you can't even handle law school?

Who do you think pays for everything while you're gallivanting around campus like a 30-year-old freshman?

I'll give you a hint.

It's me.

I pay for your school.

I pay for your time off school.

I pay for the roof over your head.

Can I talk now?

No, no.

Because I'd like to know, what do you think happens if you do manage to graduate?

You know, you pop out a kid and then you leave me with the bill.

Or am I stuck at home changing diapers because you're too busy working for the first time in your life?

Now you're being cruel.

I'm being honest.

I thought that's what you always wanted.

Just because you didn't get to be an architect doesn't mean...

I am a fucking architect!

Goddamn it, I'm just stuck selling shit furniture because someone won't get off their fat fucking ass and help me!

How do you feel, Clark?

Who am I talking to?

Me, here, Matt.

Um, sorry, I didn't mean to get angry or...

I know.

That's the purpose of the whole exercise.

This is a good start.

To feel what you feel and then learn to identify a new path.

Your reaction was actually quite normal.

Oh, that's me.

Well, ahoy there, KT's!

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No way.

Clark, you good?

Turn the camera off.

No, no, it's good.

It's outtake stuff, dude.

Turn the fucking camera off, buddy.

Okay.

You, uh, you need help?

Oh, I got it, I got it.

Um, are we going again?

Or...

No.

Kat, you can open the store now.

We've been open.

You know, dude, I still don't get it.

Are you, like, a pirate or a sultan?

Just be good to establish these things...

Shut up.

This cheap particle board bullshit.

Clear this stuff up, will ya?

I don't care.

Sorry about that.

How's it looking?

Uh, meter reads fine.

If your bill's coming in high, that's on you.

What about the outages?

That happens after hours.

Don't know.

Floresses must be triggering a breaker.

Oh, I turn the overheads off when the store closes, before the power gets weird.

Anyway, wouldn't that just make the bills go down?

Where's your breaker box?

I mean, I'm no expert, but I checked earlier and everything looks okay.

You said the lights flicker.

Yeah, the whole store does.

If it's not at the same time, one night I lose the power upstairs, next night it's down here, there's no rhyme or, uh...

Who the hell installed this thing?

Well, the building came wired.

I mean, dated, but it's not that old.

Take a look at this.

I wasn't there before.

Like I say, I'm no expert.

Why is it going that way?

Better question, what is it even connected to?

Huh?

Kat!

How's the power?

Anything happen up there?

The rat's back.

The power's on.

Yeah.

I thought we killed the rat.

We killed a rat.

So is this the problem?

You'll see how.

The power can't even go through this part of the circuit.

It's just there, like some schmo just stuck it in there.

Yeah.

Do you ever feel like you're living behind glass, watching life happen, but never really stepping into it?

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It's never too late to forge a new path.

So, you're still drafting paper folders, this label tape, and a lot of filing cabinets, if anyone with a spare key can open it.

A small blip is not an asteroid, it's a spaceship, and it's on our tail.

It's getting closer.

It's impossible to break down.

They couldn't have spotted us.

We have our radar shield on.

I know that, sir, but they are gazing on us.

It's impossible for Earth as a secret device to penetrate our radar shield.

Piece of shit.

Why did you do this to yourself?

How did you get here?

Your consciousness is a room full of memories that is constantly evolving.

But as you walk through life, the untrained mind can start to build walls,

put up barriers to protect itself from the outside world.

It's a natural response, something we are often unaware of.

But if gone unchecked, it can leave you feeling trapped.

You can become convinced that the world outside is better off without you,

that you never deserve the relationships you've had, resigned to watch your life unfold from behind a lone window.

I can help you open it now because the window isn't locked.

The latch was never broken.

Are you ready to step through so that you can reclaim that which was once yours.

and take back control of your life, the life you want to be living, unburdened by the traumas of the past,

free of the confines you had built and free to choose a path of your own design?

Well, I hate to have cowboys and cowgirls to make you look at a rough-on-the-dough...

Faker.

Here to make money by selling your shit is not going to make you feel like you just stepped home,

so don't even think about pulling any funny thing.

This way, just look for the door.

Fucking piece of shit!

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

We, the people of the land, welcome you.

What the fuck ?

Greetings to all.

Dear Turkish-speaking friends, good morning.

Hello.

How are you?

Greetings to all.

Welcome to our academy.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry I'm late.

Traffic was hell and I couldn't leave early.

Let's just use the time we have.

How are you today, Clark?

How do I look?

Fine.

A little tired, maybe.

I look like shit.

Can I ask, and there is no wrong answer here.

You know that.

Are you intoxicated right now?

Why do you say it like that?

Like what?

I haven't had a drink since Friday.

Probably why I look like shit.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

You ever 51-50'd someone?

A few times.

Over the years.

When it was necessary.

What makes it necessary?

If I believe that the person is a danger to themselves or others.

Or they're greedily disabled.

Okay.

Okay.

I found something in the store.

Okay.

What did you find?

A place.

I've...

I found a place.

A place?

It's like...

It's like the store.

It just...

Continues, I guess.

You know, like there's a wall and on the other side of the wall the store just keeps going.

Like a copy of itself.

I figure they're using mirrors or something to hide the entrance.

Sorry, I'm not following you.

Is this a room you didn't know about before?

No.

Okay, so you go in and at first it just looks like an office building.

Like a huge office building.

But then you keep going and then you realize that none of it makes any sense.

It's like...

Imagine describing a dog to someone who's never seen one before and then asking them to draw it.

They might get some things right, but there's no way they'd get everything right.

You know, the devil's in the details.

So from a distance you look at it, you think you're seeing a dog, but then you look closer.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm just trying to understand.

Oh.

You know, for a shrink you've got a terrible poker face.

What you're saying might sound fantastical, but not dangerous.

Are there any people in these offices?

Not that I've seen.

No, I hear footsteps and then stuff gets moved around when I'm not looking.

I know how this sounds, but you've got to understand it's massive in there.

Like New York's subway system, massive.

You know, for all I know there's hundreds of people.

I just haven't seen them.

See?

It's like a...

It's like a maze that just goes on and on and on.

Sometimes I'm scared I'll get lost.

Why do you think no one else has found this place?

I don't know.

The entrance is on the subfloor, so the whole structure is probably underground.

You know, it's not on any city maps.

The entrances are hidden, so who'd think to look?

I'm not saying I don't believe you, but you told me yourself you haven't had a drink since Friday.

Do you think there's a...

Clark.

If this is true...

I've got to bat to you.

I'm going to come back here with proof, and you're going to owe me a serious fucking apology.

Kat!

Jesus, man.

Kat, I'm coming.

Hey.

Kevin Clark?

Wait, wait, wait.

Kat?

I'm coming.

Kat!

Okay, I'm coming.

What the fuck?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

What are you guys doing tomorrow?

What are you talking about?

I'll pay you.

Two hours.

Overtime tops.

Okay, pay us for what?

Research.

You got the camera, right?

You can borrow it again.

Right?

Okay.

We are rolling.

We got, um, some shit over here.

We got some stop signs, and a rope.

What's the rope for?

Supplies.

Oh, great.

He's going to tie us up.

No.

We're going to tie ourselves up.

Kinky.

You still haven't told us what we're doing here, man.

I did tell you.

Research.

These are supplies, and we're using them for research.

It's not that hard to understand.

Okay, research for what?

You got to be more specific, too.

I'm going to go through the door.

What door?

That's the door.

I taped an outline on the other side, too, just to help us find our way back.

Bobby?

What?

Look, I know this sounds crazy, but follow my lead.

Okay?

I want to be back before sunup.

See, just like 9pm, we'll just...

What the fuck?

Clark, how did you...

Did you just fucking see that?

How did he...

I'm right here.

Unleash yourself.

Did you just fucking...

What?

How the...

Bobby, stop.

What the fuck?

Clark, where are you?

Did she...

Did she see that?

Where the fuck did he go?

Bobby, I saw it.

Just step through the door.

You'll be fine.

What?

No.

Tell us what is going on.

You know what?

Just...

No, Bobby, wait.

What are you doing?

What the fuck?

Damn it.

How is this possible?

Bobby?

Bobby?

Where are you?

No, no, it's good.

You gotta come see this.

I mean...

See, it's fine.

Where are we?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Who's...

Who's shit is this?

Is it part of your store?

If it belongs to someone, I haven't met him yet.

Okay.

I've only been in here a few nights since I found the place, and I still barely scratched the surface.

Come on.

I'll show you.

It only gets better.

What the fuck?

You don't think he, like, toast us or something, do you?

What?

No, we're not on drugs.

I think I'd be able to tell if I was high.

You are high.

Pot doesn't count.

So, um, it's like...

What, like an empty office building in here?

Sure.

But it's like it was made by a bunch of construction workers on acid.

I mean, there's even a pool.

There's a pool?

Yeah.

I mean, kind of.

Keep up.

Fuck.

What the fuck?

Yeah, I don't know.

That's the way I've been last year.

And, uh, I'm working on a study exam.

The only thing I've found so far that I can think of...

It's, uh...

It's, uh...

It's something.

We'll be back.

Okay.

Okay.

All right, you filming?

Yeah.

I don't see why Bobby has to be the one to go.

Well, he's the one with the camera.

Well, it's not like it's attached.

Yeah, well, I mean, to my student ID, it kind of is.

Any trouble, you just give a cut.

I'll put him up, okay?

He's not gonna be any trouble.

It's good.

It's good.

I'm good.

Baby, you don't have to do this.

No, it's cool.

I just want to see what's down there.

You're not curious?

This is stupid!

Go as far as you can.

Look, you can basically walk down without a rope.

It's fine.

It's not even steep.

Okay.

Okay, just one thing.

If I don't come back, you'll tell my mom I love her, right?

Okay.

Okay.

I'll just take it slow.

Oh, it is actually kind of steep.

You good?

Yeah.

Just try not to drop me.

Say what you need.

Whoa.

Careful!

What the...

What the fuck are you guys doing up there?

Sorry.

Sorry.

It was stuck around the leg of the bed.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Just keep letting me down.

All right.

Here we go.

Okay.

I'm in.

See anything?

Yeah, it's just a...

bunch of laundry and shit.

What do you mean?

Clothes?

Yeah, it's just fucking stains down here.

See anything else?

Yeah, just give me a minute.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Bobby?

Yeah?

Just checking that you're okay.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bobby?

Oh, my God.

I don't like this.

Hey, let some more line out.

I can't.

I'm sorry for both.

Pull me up.

Pull me up.

Pull me up.

Pull me.

Pull harder.

Pull harder.

Pull, man.

There's someone down there.

Slow down.

Breathe.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Dude, I'm kind of fucking naughty.

Let me get him.

What the hell are you doing?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Don't let go.

Don't let go.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

No!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Oh!

Babae.

Oh!

Hello?

Hello !

Stay back!

Get away from me!

Jesus Christ!

Please let me in!

Help me.

Oh my...

Where are you?

We have to go down, Clark.

We have to go.

Please come back and try to find me.

Uh, I don't understand, where are you?

Please, let me in the fucking...

There's a wall, how do you see me?

I'm on the other side of the glass.

How can you not see me?

What glass?

What the fuck are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Look, can you see anything on your side?

Can you see a handle, a door, a hatch, anything?

No, no, no.

Uh, okay, let me figure this out, okay?

Just hold on, hold on, okay?

Just let me...

Just hold on, let me figure this out!

Let me figure this out!

Where, where, where are you?

Mary!

Mary...

What were you thinking?

I never, ever, ever said you could go outside.

It's no good.

They're all over the place.

Hi, you've reached Dr. Larry Klein.

I'm not able to answer the call, so please leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Larry...

I opened the window.

I won't be coming back.

Larry...

According to the patents of a bountiful land, a light deals some...

Hello?

Hello?

Clark?

Clark, can you hear me?

Clark?

Larry...

Every blast it ever was.

What was that?

Stay calm.

It's only me.

You know me.

I'm sorry.

This isn't for your own good.

As you walk through life, the untrained mind accumulates loops, habits, behaviors.

They keep you drifting in circles, creating the same problems,

reaching for the same solutions over and over again.

Still, it's the neural pathway of least resistance.

The one I made, the one that kept me safe when I was a child.

I learned to push people away before they could hurt me.

And now, as an adult, I'm still stuck right where I started.

Alone.

What is this?

It's a real mess.

Am I right?

Let me help you.

Before you do anything you can't take back.

Answer the question.

Yes, it's a real mess.

But also beautiful, in a way.

No?

Who are these people?

This place builds them.

Actually, more like it remembers them.

And the more times it remembers something, the less it does.

Somewhere out there is a guy in a striped shirt, but in the air.

He's remembered.

Just slightly wrong.

Somewhere out there is a man in a wheelchair and a lamp.

I'm pretty sure that's how you get all of this.

All these places and rooms and buildings misremembering themselves.

Clark, let's talk this through.

In some ways, they're an improvement on the originals.

For starters, they can't feel anything.

Can you imagine how good that must feel?

I mean, there's no thoughts, no pain, no ego, no fear.

They simply exist.

Like furniture.

Look at this.

The best part.

You can eat them.

This is my assistant manager.

I try to help her, but she just...

Clark, if you untie me, we can talk this through.

Get you feeling better.

What if I did untie you?

You'll do what then ?

You'd run around here like a chicken with its head cut off looking for a way out.

You'd end up in the same place you are now.

Like the path thing you're always talking about.

Clark, I just want to help you.

Just tell me what you need.

I'll do it.

Yeah.

Yes, please.

Okay.

Well, I want you to tell me that I didn't do anything wrong.

That you were wrong about me.

I was wrong about you.

I was.

I was wrong about you.

Not like that.

Not so fast.

Okay.

I want to set the scene first.

Let's start...

Well, the night that I got kicked out of my own house.

Yeah.

It was late.

A lot darker.

Lights, please.

I tried this exercise with her before.

It doesn't go anywhere.

Fine.

I'll do it myself.

It's still my house after all.

Yeah.

Thank you.

It's better.

Better.

But there's...

still...

something off.

Please.

Don't.

Don't.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I...

broke the glass...

and woke you up.

I know how you like to sleep early.

I guess I lost track of the time.

I was checking inventory.

But...

I stopped off for a few beers.

Clark.

Barbara!

I was checking inventory.

Then I stopped off for a few beers.

If I need you.

As many as I wanted.

Because this is my house.

I pay for it.

I pay for everything.

I pay for you to go to school.

I pay for your time off school.

I pay for the roof over your head.

You want kids, right?

Well, that takes money.

So someone has to work around here.

I said someone has to get off her fat ass and work around here.

Just because you didn't get to be an architect doesn't...

I am a fucking architect.

I'm just not selling shit furniture because someone won't get off her fat fucking ass and help me.

I'm not your wife.

Stinker!

Stinker!

I've never even met her.

Stinker!

Fuck you!

What did you say?

You want to know the real reason your wife left you?

It wasn't the drinking.

Or the stumbling home at all hours.

Or the rage.

It was the whining.

Nothing's ever your fault, is it?

You drink too much?

Blame your job.

You hate your job?

Blame the world.

You get kicked out of the house?

Blame your wife.

You attack me and tie me up?

Blame your brain.

You are your fucking brain, you dipshit!

You're saying it's my fault?

Yes!

But it's just the way you're wired, isn't it?

Isn't it?

How do I stop doing that?

Honestly, I have no fucking idea.

I can't help you, Clark.

As much as I try.

It's just not up to me.

I can't save anyone.

I don't think I want to change.

I don't.

I like it in here.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm...

Then let me go.

I'm sorry.

For what?

This is Mary.

She's our therapist.

She was just leaving.

You don't have to worry.

She says we don't need to change.

It's okay.

It's just the way we're wired.

No!

The university is a place where we are free.

We can freely visit anywhere.

We are a free country.

There are no restrictions for everyone.

We are free.

And we believe that our freedom is the most important thing.

We are free.

I am not a terrorist.

- Are you okay? - Are you okay?

Look at that ?

What happened? Do we have to take her into quarantine?

Analysis started, all vital signs seem normal, no further tests to perform.

Hello from the children of planet Earth.

Hello, my name is Phil.

And you're Mary?

Yeah.

I was hoping to ask you a few questions for some clarification,

on our end, if that's okay.

First thing, could you establish how you got in here?

I walked through a wall in the basement of a furniture store.

Can you confirm that this is the location in question?

Okay, good.

So you were shopping, or?

I was looking for someone.

Were you looking for this man?

Right here?

Where am I right now?

Could you just confirm for me, is this man right here the man you were looking for?

Please.

Sorry, what was your name?

Phil.

Please, Phil, where am I?

I'm not, I make, um,

sorry, my, our company.

We make MRI machines, or, I should say, um, we used to make MRI machines,

but not anymore.

That was before we, before we found - You've been there?

Yes, I have, and now it's my job.

Every day I go in there, and I just try to find out even a little bit more.

I map out areas to the best of my ability, and more and more I'm convinced that nothing in our lifetime,

Mary, nothing in maybe all of recorded history,

means more than this, but I don't understand it.

I can't even describe it.

It's like describing a dog to someone who's never seen a dog and then asking them to try it.

Now you want me to describe it, and then you'll write it down, and then what?

Mary.

You let me go?

We all want the same thing here.

We do.

We just want to find out even a little bit more.

What's going to happen to me, Phil?

That decision is not up to me.

So if we could just talk, just you and me, just like two regular people,

we could unpack some of this.

We've both been in there, and get on the same page.

There are doors opening everywhere.

We don't know why or what's connecting them.

They just sort of keep happening, and we don't want to stop them.

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