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What is your last name

and your occupational specialty?

It's Samuels, and that's U-E-L-S.

People call me Sam.

Oh, my OS is infrastructure technician.

I'm sorry, I don't have a code for that.

What was it again?

That's Michaels, M-I-C-H-A-E-L-S.

My occupation is cruiser director.

I'll be setting up dinner, dancing,

bingo nights on Saturday,
that kind of thing.

Nothing?

O'Neel. That's with two Es.

I'm a geologist, but I'm
not sure what my job is.

They never really told me
when I got my high notice.

Just put maintenance.

IT. I'm IT.

And what
is your emergency contact?

Oh, shoot. I was gonna look that up.

I have an uncle in Atlanta.

What's your name?

You wanna be my emergency contact?

Kyle Hilderbrandt.

It's 770.

I Have an ex-wife, but
I'm not sure where she is.

No family, friends
I can borrow, nothing?

2610.

I got nothing then. Just...

Can we put N/A?

Can we leave a blank for now?

You have beautiful eyes. Sincerely.

Your final briefing

will be next door, room 209.

That'll start in about 20
minutes at the top of the O.

Okay.Thanks.

Hm.

Oh. Thank you.

This is a six-week tour,

but there's an option

for three additional weeks if necessary.

Now, for any additional
time, you'll be paid.

Time and a half, you'll
receive a signing bonus.

But at this time, I don't
know what the bonus is,

so don't ask me.

Here's our complex right there.

Last time I was used
was around 10 years ago,

so much of the equipment is out of date.

We are to collect and wipe
any antiquated equipment,

reconfigure servers, copy all hard drives,

and bring this complex up to date.

Questions?

When do we get our cell phones back?

In six to nine weeks.

As of now, your devices are
powered down and secured.

Area that we're going to
has numerous dead spots.

There's no satellite coverage.

Even DOD, imaging, satellites
can access this area.

So, cell phones are useless,

and we're gonna leave them here.

Well, that's weird, right?

Be more specific.

Well, this looks

like a multimillion
dollar research facility.

The government builds up one
of the few spots on the planet

with no coverage or digital support.

Just sounds weird, that's all.

Not as sweet as you'd expect. What else?

Oh, what were they doing on there?

I'm fairly sure we we covered
this during orientation.

Now, this is a research facility.

Beyond that, any details,

any specifics on this contract
are on a need for no basis.

And we don't need to know?

Why don't we need to know?

Who decides who needs
to know and who doesn't?

-God.
-Okay. Just checking.

Are we flying commercial?

Private transport.

Oh. Private transport.

Who? What kind of private transport?

The kind with wings.

Thanks for clarifying that, Goose.

These wings, are they attached
to jet engines or propellers?

Well... Horrific.

Look, I know that these extended flights

on these smaller aircraft
can be less than pleasant.

But to address that,

we're gonna issue some
anti-anxiety medications

so you can relax and get
some rest during the flight.

-Anti-anxiety?
-Yeah. Benzodiazepine.

What if we don't wanna do that?

What if we don't wanna take pills?

When you can get some
rest on the flight,

then you're able to get
to work more efficiently.

And that way, you're gonna recover

from any jet lag that much quicker.

So, are you the boss of us?

= We're all... We all
have individual tasks.

We all have individual
objectives. I do too.

And we're all supposed
to work independently

to complete all tasks.

Now if there's any issues,

I'm in charge and I'll resolve them.

Don't have any issues.

-Hmm.
-What else?

Anything? All right.

Laptop issue? 6:00 PM.

Chow's on the main floor.
Dinner goes until 7:00.

Breakfast starts at 4:30.

I suggest you go to both,

because for the next couple of months,

your meals will not be tasty.

Hmm.

-We fly tomorrow at 7:30.
-I need everybody packed.

Everybody ready by 6:30.
Don't make me late.

Michaels.

Michaels, come on, wake up. You all right?

Well, rise and shine.

Guys have already taken out the gear.

How long was that for?

I don't know. I was out too.

It's that damn benzo.

That's why I don't like taking this stuff.

Doesn't feel like any
benzo I haven't had.

How much benzo have you had?

-Nevermind.
-Come on.

Shake this benzo.

What the fuck?

So this is just a layover, right?

I mean, we're just refueling,

and then we're gonna move on

to the multimillion dollar
research facility, right?

Let the dumpster fire begin.

You're not even gonna
answer my question?

He's not even gonna answer that question.

He just walks away.

This isn't what I... It's not
what they told us it would be.

Lucy, I'm home.

Lucy?

Fucking bitch.

All right, our airlift
came in this morning,

but our crate is over, I don't know,

30 meters to the east, right?

I need for you to find that bitch.

I need for you to crack
it open. There's a-

- What the fuck, man?

And I haven't even sat
down after that trek.

You want me to haul crates?

What about these two fucking yahoos?

The crate has our food, got our water.

And in the back, next to the toilet paper,

I've got a couple of cases of liquor.

Ah, yes, sir. Right on it, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, what are we
talking about for food?

So canned rations once a week.

The rest of the time,
it's meals ready to eat.

Those are vacuum packed meals.

They're not too bad, but
after about 20 of them,

you're gonna be praying for burgers.

Or... Or a quick day.

Wow.

People rush outside to see a UFO

like it's some kind of a fucking air show.

They get all caught up
in the mystery of it.

I bet that's the same
thing squirrels think

when a car comes at 'em.

"Oh, you're so shiny,
pretty. Ooh, ah," splat.

I'm telling you, it's scary shit, dude.

And the fact that more
people aren't scared

makes it even scarier.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Not this time, Dutch.

O'Neel, what do you got?

You guys ever hear it of cicadas?

Cicadas? Are you serious?

-What?
-Michaels.

Have you ever seen a cicada?

It's like a tiny armadillo
with wings. It's scary.

Let him finish.

They're boring underground.

They feed slowly.
Sometimes just for a year.

But sometimes as much as
10 to 15 years or more.

And then they work their
way to the surface to breed.

And once they're on the surface,
it takes a while for them

to grow their wings to fly off, right?

I grew up in the Midwest, you know?

I had a big pasture, a
field in my backyard.

One year, Cicada started to
crawl up from underground,

and then more of them, and more.

After about a week,

there were literally
trillions covering everything.

You couldn't even see the ground anymore,

but they were constantly
crawling, so it looked like mud

that was constantly moving and undulating.

Unjulating.

Yeah, undulating,
motherfucker. Look it up.

A lot of them, maybe
half, didn't have strength

to grow wings, so they just died.

Which brought birds and more bugs.

And you can't leave your
dogs and cats outside

because if they eat too
many, it could kill them.

And after a couple days in the sun,

the whole area around the house

smelled like a mass grave for months.

Freaked me out. I'll never forget that.

Well, I can beat
O'Neel's killing field story.

Let's bring it then.

You guys ever heard of Stull Cemetery?

No.

So, the story goes, if
you believe this stuff,

there are seven gateways to hell.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Hey, bug boy,

I let you tell your cute
little land hill story.

- No, you really didn'
- Now shut the fuck up.

Anyway.

So, as the story goes, there are spots

all over the world that
are these gateways to hell

and the one closest to us in the States

is the Stull Cemetery.

This is in Kansas-

- Hey, I've been to Kansas.

I can see hell being there.

Yeah. You see?

So, at these spots, it's
supposedly 25 plus degrees colder

and no electronic
devices will work, right?

As a matter of fact, the
Pope, this is a true story,

in the '90s, diverted his
private jet to avoid this spot.

And twice a year, supposedly,
the gateway opens up, right?

So, I don't know, 25, 30 years ago,

I'm driving through Kansas

and I'm gonna stop, take
a photo or two, right,

just for laughs.

And the cemetery is in
the middle of nowhere.

Really? No outlet mall?

No, no outlet mall.

So, the moment I walk in,

it's like, noticeably colder, right?

And I swear to God, my
watch stops within seconds,

and my camera stops working, right?

So, I'm wandering around in there.

And I noticed there's this warm breeze

on the back of my neck, right?

Which is fucking weird because
it's so cold otherwise.

And then I realize

that no matter what
direction I'm walking in,

there's this warm breeze on my neck.

Like, it was falling you.

Yes, exactly.

I realize it doesn't feel like a breeze.

It feels like breath,

and it smells like something's rotting,

like something's decaying or something-

- Wait, wait, wait.

Are you saying that Satan
doesn't follow good oral hygiene?

Yeah, that's the moral
of my story, you fucking...

So, I jumped the fence.

I didn't stop driving

until I got the hell out of that state.

What?

No punchline?

No punchline. Just scary shit.

I don't know what's weird
that Kansas has a portal to hell

or Michaels just told a
story with no punchlines.

Both of them pretty fucking scary.

What do you got, boss?

-Your turn.
-Well, you know, I got one,

but it is substantially more frightening

than anything you guys
have said here so far.

So, I don't think I should say anything.

I think it's... Spit it out.

You gotta tell it now.

Okay, I'm driving home
late all night. Right?

Sometimes I get lost
at work and, you know,

and it was always pretty late.

And I go sit down in my
chair, you know, my recliner

and there's this piece
of paper on the table

next to my chair and I pick it up.

It's from my wife. And all
it says is, "I'm leaving you.

Don't try to find me."

Oh.

So, I'm processing this. Right?

And I reach over and I turn
on the lamp next to the chair

and I look up.

And my TV is gone.

Whoa.

Why are you telling
stories like that before bed?

That's irresponsible.

-Oh, buddy, please hold me.
-You begged me for that.

Come on.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

I think you guys get some rest too.

One more shot.

You owe us for the
nightmares you just gave us.

-No, no.
-One more!

I'd like for this to
last as long as possible,

so I'm gonna hang onto this, okay?

What? Nobody's gonna hold me?

Hold this, Sammy.

Ah, nightmares.

Bye, Mac.

All right. I'm set.

Sam, you ready?

Oh, wait, wait, wait. Something's...

Shit. Okay.

One more. All right, I'm up.

Good. All right.

Have him started up.

All right, Michaels. We're ready.

Starting up.

Perfect. Perfect.

Sam, you got power?

Yes, I'm set. Yes, can we
please have a cup of coffee?

Yes. Coffee.

Dude, this is a number station.

O'Neel, copy these down.

No, no, I got it. I got them.

That's a number station.

They're relay stations. They
got them all over the world.

Especially remote areas.

They just broadcast
coded number sequences.

What's the?

Anything.

The theory is that
intelligence agencies use this

to get in touch with their operatives.

But who knows? It's one
of those fun solvents.

It's kind of archaic.

It is.

You know, they've been doing
this since World War I.

I found one of these in
Alaska a few years ago,

but it was all staticky.

This one, crystal clear. It must be close.

Wait, listen, listen.

Okay. Now the sequence is repeating.

It was... What was?

16.

16.

16 numbers in a sequence. Endless loop.

I think this is so cool.

Yeah, that's interesting, Sam.

Let's be here for now and get to work.

We have got to get this place cleaned up

before the fans kick on or
our hard drives are fucked.

-Okay.
-All right. Get to work.

Where's the fucking flask?

Yes.

You wanna know something strange?

Is this a trip question?

Back in the '90s, I did some time.

What do you mean?

I'm a felon, Sam.

Really?

What did you do?

I got pinched trying to sell Oxy

to some 16 year old.

Stupid shit.

Ouch. Wow.

Well, it's good to know
you're active with the kids.

Why are you telling me that?

Well, I shouldn't be here.

Convicted felon shouldn't
be around all this TS data.

Ah, all the data's pretty
well encrypted though.

And we're kids. We're
all the fucking kids.

Are you looking for
a little side action?

No, I'm just saying,

I've done these short
term contracts before,

and they're almost always
staffed by younger adults,

whether it's high school, college, prison.

They're always fresh out of
somewhere. Look at this team.

There's nothing but a bunch of old guys.

I am not an old guy.

Fuck you.

Sam, what? You gotta
be in your 60s, right?

Didn't I just say "Fuck
you"? I think I did.

Nevermind then. Suit yourself.

Hey, pass me that
flash since you found it.

-Thank you, my friend.
-Save something for me.

Hey, Mac.

Yeah?

-You got a minute?
-Yep.

I was going over the data

from the number station today, and...

It's two 16-character on
a repeated loop, right?

It is. I don't think this is a code.

No?

No, it looks like coordinates.

No, what I mean to say is this
isn't a code for decryption.

It's a location.

What do you mean?

It's very specific.

I mean, it pinpoints this area here,

but even more detailed,
the area on the far hangar.

And what's the deal with the data?

I mean, it doesn't seem that old.

Why?

Well, the hardware's old. I
mean, this is eight years old.

These are 12 years old.

But the data just seems
more current to me.

I mean, I can't be sure
because it's all encrypted-

- Bye, Sam.

Hey, you knew all this, didn't you?

Yeah. You're the boss man.

You're the man with the need to know.

So, you knew all this before
you even got here, didn't you?

You have kids?

Not anymore. What about you?

I have kids. I am kids.

Okay.

Who's team one studying?

I don't know. They
didn't brief me on that.

How long was the first team here?

I don't know, Sam. This is
just the way they do things.

They give just enough detail
to be able to function.

How... Why do they wait so
long to pull the hardware?

Sam, these are great questions, okay?

But this is the third
time today you've asked me

these great questions.

I didn't know before. I still don't.

Oh, check this out.

What's that?

It's a 1010.

My grandpa thought us back.

Ten's like that from the Korean world.

Kids, we used to play with them.

You just don't know who
would be camping up here.

Campers.

Sam, you're gonna have
to help me out here.

You're either this brilliant savant

or you're just the weirdest
fucking guy on this continent.

Which is it?

Yes.

Okay. That sounds about right.

What?

What?

Did you say something?

No, nothing.

Must be the wind.

Yes, I can do this. I am cap...

Shut up.

I'm okay. I can handle it.

This is Dr. Louise Caldwell.

It is August 16th, 2020,

and this is my first video log.

The prep of Complex D756 completed
last week on August 10th,

and my team has arrived without incident.

There has been no break in
contact with the signal,

and just this morning,

we discovered the exact
location of the beacon.

We were unable to
determine the actual depth

or size of the beacon,

which is unusual, given our equipment.

However, we will continue
with our procedures

documenting soil samples
and the current topography.

Morale is high.

The team remains very excited,

and Dr. Reid is still
confident this may very well be

one of the most important
discoveries of our generation.

Details will follow in my
written report, log complete.

You okay, Sam?

The weird noise in there.

Yeah, I've heard that.

I think there's an air
leak in the chemical tank.

Sam, we gotta... We gotta talk.

What?

Actually, this involves
everyone. Team meeting, fellas.

What's up?

So every day, after he
finishes his MRE meals,

young Sammy Boy goes into this
bathroom and he destroys it.

And the subsequent stench that seeps

out of that defenseless
chemical toilet is toxic.

Toxic?

Well, I'd be in kind with toxic.

It's more like an all-consuming,
soul-crushing evil,

but it went with toxic.

Because you're kind?

Fucking ain't right on that, bubble boy.

But the problem is, as you can see,

my cot is closest to the bathroom.

So when he goes in there
and does his daily download,

this fucking noxious cloud comes out

and drifts over where I sleep.

It's taken five, 10 years off my life.

Why don't you just
spray some air freshener?

Oh, that's a swell idea.

Hey, fellas, who brought
the potpourri? Nobody?

Thanks for nothing, pal.

Just shut the door, man.

See, I would have expected
that from management.

Just shut the door, right?
Just ignore the problem.

Thanks for your scientific input,

Professor Go-Fuck-Yourself,

but when you just shut the door,

the funk in there percolates

and it multiplies so that the next person

that opens the door is
gonna die instantly.

Scientific fact.

I don't think that word
means what you think it means.

Michaels, you snore like a grizzly bear.

And I know because I've slept
that close to a grizzly bear.

You do snore, but I've never
slept with a grizzly bear,

so I don't know that part.

Now, you floss your teeth, Mac.

Okay.

Well, when you floss, you
flick these little nuggets

out onto the mirror in
there, and they dry,

and they become permanent
fixtures in that bathroom.

Shut up, man. That is so stupid.

No, it's true.

It's like you're creating
Braille messages on the mirror.

Wipe it off.

You got a belt, Sander?

-What about this guy, though?
-Have you smelt his feet?

God damn! Hazmat.

What are you talking about?

That's you? I thought a raccoon
died underneath your bunk.

I don't think they
have raccoons up here.

Okay, a fucking yack, smart guy.

Whatever lives up here and dies

and stinks up this godforsaken place.

Well, what about Sam? He's
always talking to himself.

What do you mean?

Come on, you were outside yesterday

talking for about an hour.

I thought we had a fifth guy.

You think I'd talk to myself?

Yes, I thought so.

I don't think I've ever
talked to myself. Ever.

Just messing with you, Sam.

-You know what I miss?
-I miss corned beef.

Piled high on rye, mustard onions.

What about fried chicken?

Tacos.

I miss tacos.

You guys, we've been here
for less than a week, you know?

Hey, Manager Buzzkill,

can you join in on the fun
or shut the fuck up, please?

Chocolate cake donuts. Okay?

Aha. There you go.

Now you talking.

Chocolate cake donuts.

Did you kill it?

You know, I like them to
suffer a long painful death.

Closure will come by
later. Finish the kill.

Well, if you're taking a
pause in your killing spree,

can I get some talking, please?

You think all this high end gear,

you'd think they could splurge

for some fucking decent coffee.

You know what I mean?

Hey, can you help me
out in the server room?

Sam split on me.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

Probably frolicking with
the bears or some shit.

Those things will kill you.

He knows they're predators, right?

We all watch the same video.

Those things can be brooding.

Well, I was reading this
article about this couple.

They're living in a log cabin

in the middle of nowhere, right?

So, Mr. Log Cabin, he hears his
dogs barking outside, right?

So, he goes out the front
door and it's a fucking bear

waiting for him on the front porch, right?

So, while the bear is
enjoying his afternoon mawl,

Mrs. Log Cabin comes out with a shotgun.

She's holding it by the barrel

and she starts beating
the bear on the back,

clearly struggles with the
concept of firearms, right?

So, while the bear is
enjoying Mr. Log Cabin,

he turns around and he
hits Mrs. Log Cabin,

sends her 30 feet in the air.

The thing is, her shoes
don't even move. Right?

And the irony is, Mr. Log
Cabin escapes and survives,

Mrs. Log Cabin dies instantly.

But the sheer force of that hit

literally knocks her out of his shoes.

Can you imagine that?

Yeah.

You can?

What?

You can?

I can.

I said, can you imagine that?

You said yes, that usually indicates

you have a relevant story.

Yeah, no. When I was in...

When I was overseas,

I saw this old woman get hit by a car.

She was ancient, and
she was thrown 15 feet,

just sailed through the air.

Anyway, the shoes never moved.

They just stayed right
where the car made impact.

I was thinking more on
the lines of animal stories,

but that's okay.

I'll give you credit for
that. So, what do you think?

You're gonna help me in the computer room?

There's a cardboard
everywhere. It's on the walls.

It's on the floor. It's
all stained and dirty.

I just wanna get rid of it.
We can burn it out back.

Why'd they use all that cardboard?

I don't know.

That's number 71

I don't know what the
fuck's about this place.

You said it yourself, right?

Multimillion dollar complex
that can't transmit or receive?

That's true. It's pretty odd.

No, no, no, no. It's not odd.

It's suspicious.

You think?

Yes, I fucking think.

Okay, bug boy. You just
keep your head in the sand.

You'll learn one day.

The hard way. But you'll
learn, mark my words.

Hey, they're marked.

So, what the fuck?

What?

You gonna help me in the
computer hanger or not?

Sure. Why not?

Jesus.

As soon as you can get a
pizza delivered up here,

then get some help from my teammates.

Hey, Mac.

What's up?

We're clearing this crap
out of the computer hanger.

I was gonna throw it in the burn barrel.

Good idea. O'Neel,
you're a geologist, right?

Well, doctor of geoscience, for sure.

Yeah.

Can you do things like soil samples,

topographical testing, that kind of thing?

Yeah, I did a whole
panel of that kind of thing

in Northern China when I was working-

- Yeah. How long would that take though?

Well, I have to check resources,

but I can do basic tests in a day, maybe-

- Good.

Do that. Thanks.

That was bullshit about that
cemetery in Kansas, right?

What? Absolutely not.

Wouldn't kid about hell.

You really think there's seven though?

Well, I mean, if you
got on the internet,

every fucking moron
stayed in a shitty hotel

thinks it's a gateway to hell.

But if you read the actual
texts, the actual literature,

it's pretty clear there's seven.

Rest is pretty vague though.

I've been to one in
Hawaii, this one in India.

What about Fengdu?

Fengdu? Yeah, the one
in China, absolutely.

There's some weird, wild stuff.

I don't know why I'm into that shit.

What the hell is that?

Fucking toxic waste dump or some shit.

Check this out.

Check this out, Mac.

Found these in the burn barrel.

A lot more out there too.

Look at this.

This looks like blood.

Okay. What is this supposed to mean?

It's not supposed to mean anything.

You don't think this is important?

Look at this. Look at this burnt part.

There's no way this is from 10 years ago.

You see this carbon? This would
have turned to dust in too.

-Even with the lid?
-Even if it were sealed?

Well, it would have slowed the process.

Thank you. Goodbye!

What about the bloodstains?

There's more of this in the barrel.

This could be a crime scene.

What do you want me to do?

Do y'all, you want me to call a cop?

You could call base.

You can find out if
something happened here.

At least get an explanation for this.

Have no comps. Weren't
you on orientation?

Look, I have a panic button in
case of emergency. I hit it.

The plane arrives 12 to 18 hours.

But emergencies are imminent
danger, serious injury,

loss of life, et cetera.

Finding dirty laundry in the burn barrel

is not an emergency.

Now, can we all just get back to work?

Please.

-Goddammit, that was stupid.
-I shouldn't say anything.

Don't worry about it, man.

Would have said the same
thing if I were you.

Oh, really? Would you?

That was stupid.

I should have known that would go nowhere.

This is Dr. Laura Caldwell.

It is August 25th, the
10th day of our expedition.

Our logistical samples have come back

with some unusual results.

I question the accuracy and
feel there must be some error.

In spite of that has been
a very productive day,

as the team has reached
the surface of the object.

Oddly, though, we are still unable

to determine the actual
size or shape of the object.

Which will be our focus moving forward.

Team is in high spirits

and are very excited from the milestone.

I have to admit, though.

Ever since they broke ground,

I've had a very uneasy feeling.

I don't know how to describe it

as anything other than
just a sense of dread.

But that is most likely my anxiety

about the project and my lack of sleep.

Details and initial soil results will be

in my written report.

Log complete.

Who's that?

It's me. O'Neel.

Great. Good.

Hey, come here. Give me a hand.

Here, check this out. See this thing here?

I need for you to lift this,

while I remove the brackets over here.

Maybe 30 pounds. You good with that?

Mm-hm.

Hey, see this part
here? It's pretty sharp.

So if you happen to drop it,
you're taking my arm off.

So I would like to have a
little more definitive yes.

Yes.

Thanks. I feel better.

I just need to loosen this
first. Pin the Phillips head.

Up there.

I don't see one.

No, it's on top. It's right there.

No, really, Mac? There's
no Phillips screwdriver here.

It was right... Just
the small flat then.

Yeah.

All right.

Well, I'm ready for you.

All right, can you lift
this? About half a foot?

Yeah. Sure.

No problem.

Are you married?

Not currently.

-You got a girlfriend?
-Fiance, that sort of thing?

No. No.

It just seems that marriage
is that one mistake

I am compelled to make over and over.

-So your romantic though.
-Yeah.

How long have you worked...

Jesus, Mac, I've got to let go.

What do you mean?

Get out of there. What the hell?

On your arm, dammit.

What is wrong with you?

The arm thing wasn't a dare, man.

Something bit me.

What like a spider?

What is this?

What did this?

What did this?

Look, see, there's a sharp
edge on this, this lever here.

Your arm just got pinched, you know?

-Oh, come on.
-Platform with teeth?

I'm sorry.

I'm sure there's a, you know,
first aid kits in the office.

You know where that is, right?

Hey, but you're coming back.

I, I didn't finish.

No, no way.

Come on, man. It's...

It's one of those freak
things. I need your help.

No way.

Look, O'Neel.

You're gonna have to be a
team player on this one.

You gonna need to manage
your voice with me, okay?

You can fire me. I'm outta here.

No fucking way. No.

There's the Phillips head right there.

I found the Phillips
head, you fucking baby.

Sam, what are you up to?

Just sitting.

Well, if you feel up to just standing,

I could use your help.

Sure.

Thanks.

You have kids?

I'm not really the parenting type.

What?

You didn't answer my question.

I have two. College age by now.

I haven't spoken in them
in years, several years.

How come?

Well, it's a complex issue.

You just call them.

More complex than that.

You know, sometimes when I find

that something seems too complex,

it's just turned into
something simple again.

But if you can't look
at it as a simple thing,

you'll never see it as a simple thing.

Yeah.

Well, Sam I don't really know
what you're talking about.

All right.

Take a thread.

It's a simple thing, right?

Then when you weave hundreds
of threads together,

it seems really complicated,
but it's just cloth,

which is a simple thing.

See?

Kind of like forest and the trees.

What?

You know the saying, can't
see the forest for the trees.

What you said makes no sense at all.

Probably not.

Yeah, the wolves up here, right?

Yeah. I think I read that in the packet.

You ever see one?

I guess in the zoo, probably.

Mm.

I wanna show you something.

Come here.

Come on.

See right over here?

What? You think that's...

Is that a wolf?

I saw eight or 10 of them
out here, 15 minutes ago.

Are you kidding me?

We're out here doing maintenance

and we're surrounded by...

Are you fucking-
Hey, don't, don't panic.

Don't freak out. Freaking out is bad.

Sorry, Dr. Osborne.

When I'm surrounded by apex predators,

my ass tends to pucker, you know?

They see your fear and panic

as weakness and vulnerability.

I'm not concerned about
being judged by a wolf.

I'm concerned about
keeping my limbs. Let's go.

Don't go, you know what's interesting.

Let me show you.

So you got three over
there, that one here.

Can't see you over there,
really, because the shadow here.

How come they don't
come any closer? Instinct?

Hmm. It's pretty cool.

I think they're keeping
the exact distance-

-Yeah.
-Between us.

Totally cool.

Yeah, and oh, and you
have... These over here.

That was over there. It's like
they made a circle around us.

Is that normal?

I don't think so. I've never
seen anything like it before.

But they're not dangerous.

Oh, they're dangerous.

They're not coming any closer,

But... Jesus Christ.

They're definitely dangerous.

You're driving me crazy.

But what happens if this invisible fence

suddenly just goes away?

I guess it would be a photo race.

Oh my God.

I bet they go after the
panicky guy first, right?

All right.

We'll fidget this first thing
tomorrow morning. Let's go.

Sam, you're a crazy guy.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

-Come on, let's go.
-Michaels has a deck of cards.

Hate to be disembowed
before the game night.

Sam, you're a fucking psycho.

You just play the card, would you?

Drink out of the fucking town.

Play the card for God-

- Take the bitch.

I hate this thing, man.

So fucking obnoxious.

Oh, look at that. Boom.

No wait. No, no, no, no, no.

I don't care if you
played that too before.

Last game-

- Not the last game.

I just played the two of
diamonds five minutes ago.

Where'd you get that card?

Play the goddamn two of diamonds.

Cheating at hearts? You
think I cheated at hearts?

I'm done.

There's no money on the line.

Yeah. Fuck this.

Fuck this.

What the fuck?!

What the fuck, man?

-Did you see another bug?
-What the fuck?

Calm the fuck down.

Jesus, man.

Jesus Christ.

I'm checking on the generator.

You all right?

You all right?

Yeah, sure.

Jesus.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Shut up, man.

What's going on?

Found something.

What the fuck is that?

Based on the fur and the teeth there,

it's like a wolf, I think.

What happened?

Who could do this? A bear?

Bigger wolf?

Okay. Could a person do this?

Yeah. Sure.

I think he was driving a bus.

But I don't think an animal did this.

Why?

-There's no teeth marks.
-There's no claw marks.

Could it have been moved?

Could this have happened somewhere else?

Hey, CSI.

If you wanna get down there
and examine for clues,

you go right ahead.

Well, can you tell if it's recent?

Yeah. Wasn't long ago at all.

Look at this. See this?

The bones?

They're not broken. They're crushed.

That's why the vultures
are begging around here.

How long till the scavenger come out?

Immediately.

As soon as his dog kicks,
the dinner bell rings.

But this carcass hasn't been touched.

This guy, he's all still here.

I mean, look, see, there's
the vultures over there.

They're circling. They're
getting ready to eat something.

And well, shit, see, right
there. There's crows.

They're eating something too, but...

Nobody's coming to our buffet.

You got a hypothesis,

some scenario that
would explain this shit?

I mean, it's pretty obvious

we'll believe anything at this point,

so even a good lie would help.

Like his parachute didn't
open or some rogue steamroller

came floating... You know

as stupid as that sounds.

Yeah, those are really stupid.

It's gonna have to be that drastic

to pulverize a carcass like this.

And that kind of force,
there'd be splatter, you know?

Well, how much splatter is there?

There's none.

So it was moved.

Either way, we need
to get this picked up

sooner than later.

-Critters gotta eat.
-Yeah.

But I'm concerned about
what kind of critters

this is gonna draw.

Burn barrel?

Good idea. That's barbecue.

I got a shovel in the shed.

There's another one inside the office.

You the one that found
this thing this morning?

He crossed over.

Well, what do you mean?

You remember last night? The wolves?

They were watching us.

But they never went beyond the perimeter.

He crossed over.

No. No.

No. That's not what this is.

This is something else, yeah, but, no.

I took three more samples along here.

Right.

And I took a series of samples

along the outer circumference
I could point it out before.

-Okay.
-My samples

look to be tainted in some way.

Tainted?

There seems to be this sort of vibration

that's affecting my test.

Now I've seen some similar situations

like when there's an underground spring,

a volcanic activity,
but this is different.

It's constant. No variation.

Just a constant, hum, I
guess, you could call it.

What causes that?

I have no fucking clue.

My guess is that's what's
throwing off my samples.

Okay. But you're gonna
run all these again.

Okay. What else?

One more thing. It's a little bit weird.

Maybe it's a byproduct of the vibrations,

but I'm noting something
radiating from the area over here-

- Radiation?

No. Not radiation.

It's not sonic. It's not signal-based.

And it's not natural.

Well, what exactly is it radiating?

I don't know. I can pinpoint the source.

It's right on the edge
of the computer hanger.

So I'll restart my samples,
get a high level assessment,

but I don't have the equipment
to research this further.

All right.

But can you tell if it's
dangerous, toxic, anything?

I don't think so. There's no
way for me to tell for sure.

All right. Thanks.

You know, I have seen
something similar to this before,

just a much smaller scale.

What?

When I was working on my doctorate,

I conducted some sample
studies around Fengdu.

Fengdu? What the is a Fengdu?

Forget it. It's nothing.

Nevermind.

Hey, Mac.

I'm worrying about Sam.

Man, I told you. Those MRAs,
they're packed with fibrosis-

- That's not what I mean.
He's talking to himself.

So do I.

No. He is carrying on conversations.

And in his head, somebody
is answering him.

It's fucking creepy.

All he can do is keep
an eye on him, right?

And thanks. Thanks for
doing all this stuff.

Okay. Thanks, man.

What was that?

What was that?

What do you mean?

The sound, Sam. It was gunshots.

Gunshots? We didn't hear any gunshots.

I, I heard it.

Maybe it's from outside.

No. It was here.

What's so funny?

What's funny?

-No.
-I heard something.

Sorry, Mac. I didn't hear anything.

This is a prank. Is that what this is?

You better not pulling
any childish bullshit.

Am I clear? No jokes.

No pranks. Nothing.

I hate this fucking shit.

If any of you is pulling anything,

I swear to fucking God,

I will fucking kill every last one of you!

Do you understand?

It's... It's a figure of speech.

That was weird.

What the fuck?

Patricia.

I'm sorry.

I was ignorant.

Patricia?

Patricia?

Honey, I had... Had to submit you.

Patricia?

I guess I deserve that.

No!

No!

This is Dr. Caldwell. It is August 28th.

The demeanor of the team
has taken a drastic turn.

It seems as if each member of the team

has become increasingly
either agitated or withdrawn.

Without a psychiatrist on the
team, it will be difficult

to make any kind of
comprehensive determination.

And since we did not undergo a psych eval

prior to the mission, I have no benchmark

for which to judge their behavior.

All the details will be
included in my written report

and I will continue to determine
behavior as they develop.

-Hey, boss.
-Got something for you.

Yeah?

That's blood boss and it
sure hell isn't 10 years old.

That's not even one year old.

Well, it's fucked up.

It's disturbing. I, I, I don't
know what you want me to do.

I want you to explain the
actual history of this place.

The timelines you're feeding
us are not matching up.

There are vehicles on the
other side of the complex

that are easily 80 years old.

I find this tarp looks
like I just picked it up

from the department store last week.

Oh, the tarp in the roped off area

behind the computer hanger?

That one?

You know that you're
supposed to stay in areas

that are directly related to your tasks.

It's a liability issue
and it's in your contract.

You looked under the tarp, didn't you?

Yes, I looked under the tarp.

What's under the tarp?

A hole.

No bodies? No blood?

Nothing?

You're missing the goddamn point.

All right. All right.

Honestly. I wasn't briefed
on the history of this place.

The history they told me is
the history I told you. Really.

Could it be somebody
else? Was anybody else here?

Who? Vagrants?

You think a couple of homeless guys

wandered in here and
painted the walls with blood

and then just headed home?

Come on, Mac. That's a lot of blood.

If that's from a person,
that person is dead.

Maybe it was a ritual, sacrifice.

-Fucking satanists?
-Oh my God.

Really, Mac. We should call somebody.

No. No way.

I am not calling the plane over this.

Do you know how much plane fuel costs?

No, this here, this does not
prevent us from doing our job.

Speak for yourself, Mac.

Hey, man, if this
freaks you out that much,

you can quit.

Just remember, this mission here,

it's not a pro rata kind of thing.

You do your job, you get paid.
If you don't, then you don't.

Quit and you get nothing.

But here's something else.

See your resignation?
It's not an emergency.

We've got a plane coming in on week four.

They're gonna drop off fresh water,

fuel from the generators,
that sort of thing.

That is going to be
your ride home. So quit.

But you're still gonna stay right here

for the next three weeks.

So now, I wanna know. Who's gonna quit?

Nobody? All right.

I'll take silence as
everybody still works here.

Good.

Now this is weird.

And I'm sorry for that. I am.

And with that said, can you
please just do your fucking job?

Well, the hospital wasn't concerned.

Neither were the police.

When my brother was taken a second time-

- Wait, wait, wait. He had
more than one abduction.

He's not a math guy.

He had the same abrasions, punctures,

signs of penetration as before,

but this time it was more
pronounced, more violent.

Hospital called cops. They
didn't do anything, of course.

So we just drove.

What do you mean?

Well, I always believe my mom
didn't tell my brother and I

everything that she knew.

One day we came home and the
station wagon was loaded up.

We just drove. We just got out of there.

Where?

Everywhere. We did always
driving to the next place.

Seems like we're always just
staying ahead of something.

And mom would buy us
textbooks, we'd read them,

and she'd buy us more.

That's how I got my education.

Wait. How long did you drive?

Seven, just under eight years.

Eight years? Are you fucking kidding me?

And that was your education?

A judgy dude. Got his
first master's at 21.

At some point it caught up
with us, and Mom was gone.

I haven't seen her since.

Wait. Still?

I mean, nobody or, you know...
Mac, are you hearing this?

I've heard this story.

Michaels, what do you think about this?

I've heard worse.

I've never heard a thing
like this in my life.

This shit really happens?

You'd be surprised
at the variety of shit

you're unaware of.

You need to get out more,
you know? Stop and smell.

It's an ugly, murky, generally
shitty world out there.

Be ashamed to see you
miss out on all of it.

I got this fucking tour,
man. I don't wanna...

I don't wanna learn anything else new.

I just wanna be ignorant again.

Sorry, O'Neel, but you
can't unprobe that ass.

Don't worry though. I'm sure
denial will suit you just fine.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I think that's
a great stopping point.

Let's get started on this wiring.

I don't wanna be out here all day.

O'Neel, give me the specs.

All right, I'm outta
here. You almost done?

Almost. I'm in the zone, dude.

Where's my chair?

Where's my fucking chair?

Wasn't me.

Leave my chair alone, God it.

Fucking guy's.

-Hey.
-What?

What the hell happened?

What?

The fuck happened to your face?

Fuck off.

Are you coming?

Yes, I'm coming. Jesus Christ.

Give me 10 seconds.

Hey! You coming or what?

I'm coming.

Found your chair.

So when I finally got discharged,

I couldn't go anywhere for months.

Charlotte sucked, man.
Soup to nuts, just sucked.

Don't forget that ugly bug experience

that scarred you so badly.

Then there's that.

You know, O'Neel, you are
one big fucking victim, dude.

Oh my God. You cynical douchebag.

Why don't you tell us
about the childhood angst

that made you the dick you are today?

I had a great childhood.

I mean, no childhood is angst-free,

but I got nothing to complain about.

I was big into diving.

Oh, like scuba?

No, like diving diving,
diving board diving.

That was a big fucking deal.

How was your cannonball?

Flawless, motherfucker.

As a matter of fact, when I
was in junior high school,

I already had colleges
lining up to recruit me.

I was gonna take a year
off before high school

and train with the Olympic team.

Wow. It's really interesting.

So what happened?

They all got to know you and
drop out at the last minute?

-Hey, I found something.
-It's a floppy disc.

I haven't seen one of those in years.

Yeah, me neither.

Yes. June 6th, 1999.

Could this be from the first
team you were telling us about?

Yeah. Yeah, probably.

I don't know if we have any floppy drives

in the machines inside there.

So, what happened next?

Got this inner ear thing.

They had to reconstruct the whole inter...

It's common among babies, but
once you get into puberty,

it becomes this complex thing.

I had to go see a
specialist up in Seattle.

I had to stay out of the
water for six months.

I fell out of shape. The
whole thing just fell apart.

Are you serious?

I sure hope so, or that's
the shittiest joke I ever told.

No, I mean, the inner
ear thing. I had that too.

Like when you were a baby?

No, when I was in like the eighth grade

and we went to Washington
for the procedure.

I found something
else. I'm from an AK-47.

Another strange thing?

You mean the strang-er thing?

This round was
manufactured in East Germany.

East?

It's like a USS Minnow shit.

Three hour tour. Fucking McHale's Navy.

Oh my God. Spider, O'Neel!

For the love of God, kill it.

What is your
fucking problem, Michaels?

Spider.

I'm serious, man.

You've been messing with me since day one.

You have a problem with me?

You a smart guy?

Ah, go fuck yourself.

Where'd you go to college?

Indiana.

Mm. Master's degree?

SMU.

Mm, Mustangs. Nice.

I bet you went on to get
a doctor or two, didn't you?

China University of Geoscience.

Wow. China.

Well, what their mascot
is? So you are a smart guy.

Why don't you think so?

I mean, we're a small
team. Long way from home.

Shit starts rolling south,
we can't have the smart guys

with their heads stuck in the sand,

wondering whether or not they're smart,

you know what I mean?

Hm?

Hey, Sammy.

Yeah?

Let's go kill us some dinner, huh?

Okay, pal.

I'm gonna kill me one
of them tuna casseroles.

Good choice, boy.

I'm gonna kill me one of them spaghettios.

You want anything?

Let's hit it, Sammy.

Hey, Mac?

Dammit!

Hey, Sam. I don't have
time for this, you know?

I've got work to do.

Sam, I'm serious.

Dinner time, bitches.

You say something?

No.

I never had faith in anything.

It did ultimately abandon me.

Yes. I understand, but I...

You have to show me.

You have to show me how.

Hey, buddy.

Who are you talking to?

Nobody.

What are you doing sitting in the dark?

I can see them better
with the lights out.

See who?

Them.

You remember that story you told me?

The one about kids and drugs and prison?

What?

Have you heard,
ever heard of MK Ultra?

Yeah.

It's a program run by
the army and the CIA.

Mind control. LSD.

All those experiments in the '60s.

I know about the program, Sam.

What are you talking about?

My... My father was a
subject in that program.

My mother used to tell me

how he changed after that.

After the experiments.

After I was born, he got worse.

He killed himself when I was four.

I used to find those facilities

and break in, look around.

I'd look for some kind of answers.

They know what I did.

They know all about us.

Okay. Sam,

I want you to come with me, okay?

Go get some rest.

Everything will be better
tomorrow, I promise.

Okay?

Let's go.

Wait a minute. What'd you say?

What the fuck, you guys?

What are you playing the numbers for?

Michael says a female
voice calms his nerves.

You think this is female?

More than you.

You were part of the Cato Institute.

Isn't everybody?

Cato Institute? It's
a think tank, I think.

And now you're mopping floors

and loading out a day servers.

What's the matter, Tiger?

Are you afraid you're not gonna have

the coolest resume anymore?

Recalibrating. Recalibrating.

What the?

Recalibrating.

What's happening?

Recalibrating.

Wait. Those aren't the same numbers.

Sam, you copy these?

No, I got it. Got it.

This is the fourth one, right?

The whole...

Both sequences are on the same loop.

Sam, can you solve this one?

Yeah.

Quickly, quickly.

Hell yeah.

Who wants pancakes?

It's August 30th.

The overall demeanor of the
team has continued to devolve.

On the surface, it seems

like some sort of mass hysterical effect

without any variables
or specific stimulus.

This morning, the behavior
became almost threatening.

But I have known every member of this team

for a number of years now,
and I refuse to believe-

Dr. Reed?

Dr. Reed?

Hey, Mac.

What?

You got something for you.

All right. All right.

Let's hear it. Let's go.

The new sequence is like the first one.

Okay.

But it's not a code. The
numerics are all screwed up.

It's like an algorithm. Orbital pattern.

Revolution projections.

Referenced against the Julian's calendar.

Sam, Sam. Just tell me what it is.

It's a date.

Okay. What?

It's today's date.

Shit, man, that sounds ominous.

Why? Why is that ominous?

You guys are... Are driving crazy.

-Mac, we can't stay here.
-We gotta get out of here.

Look, I don't know what the problem is.

All of us are still
here. Nobody is injured.

We've seen some weird shit, yes-

- We saw something in the computer-

- Something-
- Yes. We saw a light.

But it wasn't like, it
was floating around.

It was navigating
itself. It was navigating.

Ghosts? You saw ghosts?

We didn't see ghosts. We saw them.

Them? You saw ants.

You saw giant ants.

Come on, Mac, you're
not taking this serious.

You're goddamn right, I'm not.

This is nutty as shit, man.

What... What do you want me to do?

What?

All right.

The computer hanger is on it.

Let's go check it out.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

All right. We go in, take a round.

Check everything out.

Put everybody's mind at ease. Okay?

Dammit!

God fucking dammit! Fucking bitch!

God fucking dammit.

Hey. Hammer.

Okay. You guys ready?

Let's go in.

What's going on here, Mac?

That's the question right there.

What is going on here?

There's nothing going on-

- There is something going on here,

and you're gonna tell
me right fucking now,

or I'm gonna put the goddamn
bullet in your fucking skull.

You understand me?

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Still holding the hammer, motherfucker.

You remember that.

Look.

I'm...

I'm just an analyst. I do data.

I got this assignment same time you did.

I went through orientation
at the same time you did.

Just in a different building.

Why did they hire you there?

Why did they hire any of us?

But why are you in charge?

If you say, "I don't
know," one more time,

I'm gonna flip out, just a heads up.

I don't know if this is the case,

but I was written up months
ago for an altercation.

So you hit somebody?

Not exactly. I have
temper problems sometimes.

I met my boss in this parking garage

and I beat the shit out of him,

knocked out a couple of teeth.

I thought I was going to jail, man.

But they just reduced
my GS rating, you know,

like a demotion.

So... And then this assignment came in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you telling me that this job

was some sort of punishment?

No, no, no. It's redemptive.

It's my second chance.

Who hired you?

I'm not sure who hired me.

They offered me the assignment.

I, I, I was just so happy
to get it. I didn't ask.

Mac, why are we here?

The objective is the same, right?

We get the hardware, we get the servers,

we get the data, we get-

- Why are we here?!

See what happens next.

My turn! Of this shit, man.

Turnover says it's my turn.
Turn to fuck get.

Sarah, I...

I couldn't...

I, I didn't mean to.

Did you lock the fucking door?

Open the fucking door!

Open this fucking door!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean... I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve this.

Who are you yelling at?

What are you doing?

What are you locking the door for?

Can you hear me?

Heard you yelling.

I was knocking. I was
fucking banging on the door.

Little more
muscle into it next time.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

You're a fucking prick.

You just figuring that out now?

What happened?

Nothing happened.

I just... I think somebody's here.

What do you mean outside?

No, I... I think we're
being watched for something.

Now we're under surveillance?

Hey, there's not even any cameras.

Oh, you wouldn't tell
us that there were.

For all I know, you're orchestrating

this whole goddamn thing.

Look, I've done diagnostics
on all the systems.

There's no cameras here.

I think-

- Nobody gives a shit what you think!

You're trying to get into my head.

They're trying to get into our heads.

They?

-Hey, let them come.
-My head's an open book.

That has to be it.

With everything that's
going on, there's nothing.

There's nothing else it can be.

Hey, bud, listen to me.

Are we buds? Are we pals now?

Piss off. I don't know you.

I don't trust you. Just
stay the fuck away from me.

- We're just trying-
- Are you with them?

Is that it? You stay away too.

Hey, we need to cool off. Okay?

We need to talk about this.

No. What you need to
do is call the plane.

You need to push that button.

You need to get us out of here.

Look. It's getting late.

Let's get something to eat.

We'll talk about this in
the morning. All right?

Tomorrow?

You think our hearty
meal, good night's sleep

will make anything different?

Okay. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow you'll get us out of here.

But tomorrow, one way or the other,

you are gonna push that fucking button.

That sounded threatening.

Good. It is.

Come on. Come on.

Goddammit.

Gonna address this?

What?!

O'Neel has left the
fucking reservation, man.

You need to handle this now.

Cool off.

Cool? Well, that's
great advice, asshole.

I'll give the lone
shooter some extra space.

Always keep telling us,
"Just do your fucking job.

"Go back to work." Well,
now it's your turn, pal.

Go and do your fucking job.

How about we just take him out back

and beat the shit out of him?

How's that? You like that, right?

How about we duct taped him to a chair

and then you can fuck with
him for the next six weeks?

How's that?

You and I both know we're
not making it six weeks.

I'm gonna leave you here.

-I hear what you're saying.
-I've never done that.

I don't know how.

No, you have to tell
me. You have to show me.

I can do it.

Sam, who are you talking to?

You gotta show me. If
you show me, I can do it.

You gotta show me now.

Sam!

Show me.

You have to show me.

Sam, you're an asshole.

I'll get back to you on that.

O'Neel.

O'Neel.

O'Neel.

O'Neel?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Sammy?

Let's leave the generator
out of this, okay?

We're in a pretty remote area.

If there's a problem, we'll fix it. Okay?

But you need to put the spade down.

Sammy, look, look at me.

Look at me. You need
to put the spade down.

God, help us.

You run.

Run my life.

Fuck to them.

My life.

I can't do this. They were following me.

They were following me.

I can't do this. I can't do this.

You

You're never gonna get your job back.

All right. All right.

And I want answers.

And no more lies.

Only the truth.

You promise truth.

Perfect. Thank you.

Now I just have a few things to verify,

and then you can move on to your briefing.

First off, I need your last name

and your occupational specialty.