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Creep Box (2023)

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(suspenseful dramatic music)

- [Sarah] No voice sounding.

No touch of human hand.

No face with blooming flesh.

No lips, nor eyes, are

in that land.

I know it not a soul,

nor dost thou.

All is a blank before us.

All waits undreamed of

in that region,

that inaccessible land.

(eerie dramatic music)

- Twitch.

Consent.

Sunset.

Vanilla bean.

Peacock.

Meadow.

Domineer.

Twitch.

Consent.

Sunset.

Vanilla bean.

Peacock.

- [Sarah] Where am

I now?

(elevator door rattles)

- [Henry] And we'll be able to,

uh,

speak with the, uh.

- The deceased? No.

No, not exactly, Mr. Nichols.

We're not reaching into

an astral plane

or into the afterlife here, no.

Our technology at HDTA allows us

to simulate human consciousness.

In this case, your wife's.

- [Henry] Like AI?

- AI is incapable of

giving meaning

to its calculations and

its predictions.

Our simulations operate

using personal experiences

and memories, not,

not algorithms.

- Henry, this is who you

wanted to see.

- I know, I know.

And this, uh, this?

- We call them Whisperers.

- He's good?

- Dr. Caul? Oh yes, he's

our very best.

(eerie dramatic music)

Here he is.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Afternoon.

- Doctor of what exactly?

- Psychology and parapsychology.

- Parapsychology?

You mean like ghosts

and seances?

- Yes. I find that it

compliments my doctorate

in neuroscience quite well.

Should we begin?

- Mm-hmm.

- Mr. Nichols, when I start,

I'll be reciting a series

of primer words.

- What words?

- Words of meaning

are used to primer and guide,

if you will, the simulation.

- Words serve as a sort

of phase-lock.

Meadow, domineer, twitch,

consent,

sunset, vanilla bean, peacock.

- Peacock?

- Mm-hmm.

- These words meant

something to Mrs. Nichols?

- Well, that's really something

that only Mr. Nichols

can speak to.

- These are merely

words that carry

a certain amount of

trackable data.

For us these words will help

us conduct a better interaction

between you and the simulation.

- Our minds create a

flowing stream of thought,

but in a simulation, it's

much more like a torrent.

- They help the

simulation stay focused.

- Precisely. And any

deviation from these words

will negatively impact the

entire process.

Also, you must avoid any

reference to the here and now.

- Here and now?

(sighs) Fellas, I thought I

was just talking to my wife.

- You'll be speaking

to a simulation

of your wife's consciousness.

And it may seem real,

but I assure you

this is not her

spirit or her soul.

It's just a feedback

loop of ones and zeros.

Do you understand?

(soft suspenseful music)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(eerie dramatic music)

(box warbling)

(box beeping)

(eerie music)

(Rachel rambling faintly)

- [Rachel] Running through,

running on the beach.

Too much sand, Henry hates sand.

I can't stand. It's like he's

strutting around like a peacock.

I mean a f*cking peacock-

- Meadow. Domineer.

- Twitch, consent, sunset,

vanilla bean, peacock.

(static warbles and hisses)

(Rachel rambling faintly)

- Rachel?

- [Rachel] What is

he doing here?

(Rachel speaking indistinctly)

Henry?

- [Henry] It's me, babe.

- [Rachel] Henry, what are

you doing here?

Faithfulness, spineless

heel, sleeping around.

Yeah, that's him all right.

- I just wanted to

hear your voice.

- [Rachel] You can hear

my voice anytime.

- I know. I've missed you.

- [Rachel] Is everything okay?

I can't stand you. I

can't stand you.

- Everything's fine.

- [Rachel] I would leave but I

don't even know were I would go.

- Rachel, there are some things

I didn't get to say to

you before you-

(Rachel speaking indistinctly)

- [Henry] I hope you know

that I love you.

(Rachel speaking indistinctly)

- [Rachel] Sleeping around.

Of course I do.

But Henry, you're

starting to worry me.

- I hope that you know

that if I ever hurt you,

it was never my intention.

- [Rachel] Never my intention

to hurt me but you did...

Henry, I don't know what

this is about.

But can it wait

until I get home?

We can talk then.

- [Henry] Home? You can't,

you're-

(box rattling)

- [Rachel] I'm what?

(static crackling)

I can't feel

my hands. (gasps)

Corpse, death is death!

(box crackling)

Where am I, where am I!

I don't understand what's

happening to me.

Henry? Henry, where am I?

Let me out of here!

- Meadow, domineer, twitch,

consent, sunset, vanilla bean,

peacock.

(intense dramatic music)

- Where is she? Where's my wife?

- Mr. Nichols, your

wife is deceased.

- That was my wife.

- No, as we already told you,

that was nothing more

than a simulation.

Your wife is gone.

- Shut up!

What happens to her now?

- I'm afraid that's classified.

- [Henry] Roger?

- Mr. Nichols, I am sorry

for your loss.

- Go f*ck yourself. You creep.

(Roger sighs)

- A peacock?

- Mr. Nichols bought his

wife a peacock pendant.

An apology gift for the

first time he was caught

being unfaithful.

- You'll be hearing from us.

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(switch clicks)

(device warbles)

(device crackles and whooshes)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- Franklin.

- Ellis.

- Got a minute?

- Sure.

- It's beautiful up here.

I'd like to think that all those

twinkling lights down there

are all HTDA devices. (chuckles)

Too much competition for that

to be true though, right?

- I don't like Nichols.

- All right, don't have

to worry about him.

He's taking his deep

pockets elsewhere.

- I'm sorry.

- You more than anyone knows

how important this

Auburn project is.

It could fundamentally

reshape the entire process

of the justice system.

But Franklin, if you

need time off.

- No, no.

I'm fine.

- Okay.

Franklin, the DOJ is

doing psych evals

on all the HTDA senior staff.

It's mandatory.

(ominous music)

(pills rattle)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- [Becca] I can't believe

you're making me

call the home phone.

Answer your texts, like a

normal person.

Pop, it's coming up on a year.

I know it's hard for you.

It's hard for me too.

Look, text me or just call me

like a psychopath or whatever.

Just talk to me. Don't

make me ambush you.

Love you.

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(intercom buzzes)

(Caul clears throat)

- Yes?

- [Engineer] Dr. Caul,

we're ready for you.

- All right.

- You haven't been involved

in this step for a while,

Dr. Caul.

- [Caul] No, I haven't.

- (clears throat) We

figured this was important

if you were taking part.

(machine softly whirring)

- Okay, I'm gonna start

with Wernicke's area.

(machine whirring)

(machine warbling)

Okay, good.

Now Broca.

(machine whirring and warbling)

(Liam speaking distortedly)

Initiate synaptic

transmission.

- Dr. Caul, how're we

doing today?

- Simulate action potential.

Why are you here?

- Ellis sent me down to observe.

- I'm to be observed?

- The process, observe

the process, not you.

If all goes well, the DOJ

will be taking a deep dive

into this process so.

- The vesicles able to

bridge the cleft

to the postsynaptic neurons?

- [Engineer] Looks like

just about all of them.

(Devon sighs)

- This is the youngest person

HTDA has ever simulated.

- First juvenile SC.

- Why the son, not the father?

- Mr. Auburn's somatosensory

association area

was too badly damaged.

The b*llet.

- What does that do?

- [Caul] Tactile senses;

touch, temperature.

- And that's

important for an SC?

- For a simulated consciousness,

the relationship between the

somatosensory association area

and Wernicke's area is

very important.

The Wernicke is

cognitive language,

comprehension and the like.

We'd know a lot more

about that relationship

if we spent more

time on research

and less on the vanity projects.

- This is a vanity project?

(Caul sighs)

- Oh, um, we need a

release for Prichard.

- The suicide?

- The very few

simulations we've done,

there's been no signs

of degradation.

It'd be very helpful.

- No,

there's no time for research.

We have to prove that this

is viable tech.

- You mean monetizable?

- Prichard is getting purged.

There'll be others.

Unfortunately.

Ellis wants you to stay focused

and be prepared for

tomorrow's dry run.

- Have you been able

to contact the mother?

The primer words are incomplete.

One conversation with

her would be the key.

- [Devon] We're, we're

working on it.

- [Caul] You know how vital

the correct words are

to this process.

- It will be okay.

- The greatest lie ever told.

(suspenseful music)

- [Whisperer] For here,

there are no tears.

(suspenseful music continues)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

[Whisperer] Franklin,

for here is no fear.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(Caul sighs)

(box whirring)

(ominous music continues)

(machine whirring)

(ominous music continues)

- Nick.

- Dr. Caul?

Isn't it a little late for you

to be lurking around the office?

- Have you purged Prichard yet?

- Prichard? Ah, I'm not sure.

- How much?

- Why don't we double

whatever it was last time?

(device chiming)

Whatever you need, Dr. Caul.

(switch clicks)

(device warbles)

(Devon sighs)

- You sure we need him?

- [Devon] Dr. Caul.

- The device is already

set up for you, Dr. Caul.

- The cingulate cortex is absent

from the limbic system routines.

I just wanna say

that unfortunately we're

still in the process

of compiling all the

information necessary

to complete Liam Auburn's

string of primer words.

(Caul clears throat)

(box warbles)

Shall we start?

- Let's.

(static hisses)

(Liam rambling faintly)

- [Liam] Shouldn't be

talking to strange men.

(Liam continues

rambling faintly)

- Cyan, dice.

- [Liam] We should let me talk

to him and find out more.

We should me stay to speak-

- Toast, woods.

(Liam continues

rambling faintly)

- Liam?

- [Liam] I don't know. Yes?

- Liam, I am a friend

of your father's, James.

- [Liam] Okay.

- Liam, I just wanna

ask you a few questions,

if that's okay?

- [Liam] Mom and Dad wouldn't

let anything bad happen to me.

Okay. Okay.

- Liam, what were you

doing home from school

in the middle of the day

on February 12th?

- [Liam] Spring break vacation.

That's why Dad stayed

home and Mom went to work.

- And was your dad

expecting any visitors?

- [Liam] I don't think so.

We're supposed to go to

the comic store.

- [Devon] Liam, do you

know if your father

got into any arguments

with any other adults,

that you can remember?

- [Liam] Dad fights

with Kevin all the time.

Always about how to run

the business.

Sometimes it really scares me.

When I'm bigger I'll

help back someone into-

- Who's Kevin?

- [Liam] A manager at

my dad's shop.

Dad got me for Christmas.

- [Devon] And do they

fight often?

- [Liam] Sometimes.

There's no way out, there's

no light to guide my way-

- Do you think that Kevin

could ever harm your dad?

- [Liam] And how do I get home?

- Or you?

- I can't see my hands,

my feet.

I don't know. I don't know,

I don't know.

It's cold, it's dark

and I want to be home.

- Um, Liam?

- [Liam] Sometimes.

(ominous music)

(melancholic music)

(melancholic music continues)

(phone chiming)

- Hello?

- Uh, this is Dr.

Caul from HTDA.

- How can I help you?

- Well, I'm, I'm really,

I'm really here to help you.

- My account was resolved.

So if you're coming

for more money.

- No, no. No, no, it's not that.

Um, I'm, I'm, I'm here to

talk about Adam.

- What about my husband?

I thought HTDA didn't do

charity cases.

- Well, there, there's,

there's been a shift

ever since the

Ehrenfest Foundation

situation last year.

There's now some internal belief

that this technology must be

at, at some point made

available to everyone, so.

- Right.

- Mrs. Prichard.

I am with HTDA, but I'm

not here for HTDA.

(lock buzzes)

- [Sylvie] Come in.

(door clicks)

Want a copy?

Can't even give 'em away.

- [Caul] Uh, there.

- So?

- Uh, so, um-

There were, uh, certain

things in your file

that drew our, my attention.

- Such as?

- Suicide is not as

common amongst our clients

as one might think.

There's still a lot that we

don't know about the simulations

and a lot we can

learn from them.

- So this is a charity case

with an added touch of

lab-rat academia.

- Sure.

- Look, I've already

moved on from this.

- Uh, uh, Mrs. Prichard.

Mrs. Prichard.

- Sylvie.

- Sylvie.

Everyone deserves a chance

to say goodbye.

- Is that why people do this?

- I think so. Yeah.

Closure of one form or another.

- How does it work?

- The device?

Well, our consciousness is

comprised of three parts.

Our superego; morality.

Our ego; reality. The id;

instant.

And these three parts, they

each have a distinct voice.

And these voices, well,

they converse

and they combine to, um, well,

to form our consciousness.

And that shapes our

thoughts, choices we make.

(sighs) In a simulation,

well, these voices,

sometimes they all talk

at the same time.

Sometimes to themselves.

Sometimes to each other.

This device, well,

taps into that.

And we use our primer words to

act as a sort of phase-lock,

which allows all of these

voices to sort of come together

as one coherent stream of

consciousness.

- Has anyone ever wanted to hear

all the voices speaking at once?

- You don't wanna

hear everything.

(device clicks)

(ominous music)

You ready?

(dramatic music)

- [Adam] Falling, falling,

falling.

It's not worth speaking anymore.

I don't hear myself. No

one hears me.

(Adam speaking faintly)

- Cedars.

- How has it gotten

to this place?

- Attenuate.

Contrast.

(Adam speaking faintly)

- [Adam] Falling away, falling.

Wanna help but no

one to help me.

- Affix, fragile.

- [Adam] I don't want help.

Wasting, wasting, wasting.

How's it gotten to this?

I wanna make it all better,

but-

- Adam?

- It's impossible.

I can't be here anymore.

(Adam rambling)

Sylvie? Not here.

She shouldn't be here.

Shouldn't see this.

Shouldn't see me.

Are you okay?

They can't make me do this.

- I've been thinking

about us a lot.

- [Adam] Things haven't

been great, have they?

(Adam rambling)

- They have not.

What happened?

Where did we veer off course?

- [Adam] I thought it was us

that was broken for the

longest time, Sylvie.

(sighs) As it turns

out it was me.

A broad statement, but

the only time

I ever felt happy was

on that trip to Japan.

Letting go. In that little

mountain town, Hakone.

The bus pulled into that

sleepy street.

The morning fog was still thick.

We found that little diner.

The old lady cooked us

udon and curry.

Maybe knowing. Nothing

moved outside, Sylvie.

- I remember.

- But outside of that memory,

everything's been chaos.

(device warbling)

A cacophony I can't seem to

turn the volume down on anymore.

As long as I'm here.

- I understand.

I really do.

(solemn music)

- Did you, um, did you

get something from that?

- [Sylvie] I did.

- Closure?

- [Sylvie] Confirmation.

- Okay. Uh, thank you, Mrs.

Prichard, Sylvie.

- [Sylvie] Bye, Dr. Caul.

(ominous music)

(box whining)

(ominous music continues)

(dramatic music)

- Cedar, attenuate.

Contrast.

(Adam rambling)

Cedar, attenuate, contrast,

affix.

(Adam continues rambling)

(static crackling)

Cedar, attenuate, contrast,

affix, fragile.

(Adam continues rambling)

Fog.

- [Adam] Hello?

- You can hear me? Good.

I am Dr. Caul.

I'm gonna read you

something. (clears throat)

Adam Prichard, son, brother,

husband,

died on Tuesday, March the 31st,

2029,

at his home in Metrocalus.

When asked to describe

himself in one word,

he chose temeritous.

Born September 5th, 1983,

to Jim and May Prichard,

Adam was always known to

have his headphones on

and listening to music from

across the spectrum of genres.

Turning his appreciation

for music into a career,

Adam wrote countless

reviews and articles

for a number of music

industry platforms.

- [Adam] Enough.

- What, what is not

written here?

- [Adam] That I k*lled myself.

(solemn music)

- Adam, are you aware

that you are not you?

- [Adam] Am I not me?

- No, no, you are a

simulated consciousness

compiled from data

and raw material

taken from the brain

of your deceased body.

- [Adam] Does that not

make me who I am?

- Adam, how do you know

that you took your own life?

- [Adam] Whether I'm

that Adam or not,

it's something I knew I

would likely do.

- In my past experiences,

a simulated

consciousness tends to, um,

well, deteriorate after

it's been active too long.

Experiences a, a form

of psychosis.

However, it seems that those

who have taken their own lives

don't suffer the same

degradation.

- [Adam] And what is it

you're looking for, Dr. Caul?

- I don't know.

I'm hoping maybe you can

help me find out.

(ominous music)

- [Becca] Dad, you have

to speak to me.

Call me back.

Dad, you have to speak to me.

Call me back.

(ominous music)

(phone buzzing)

- Yeah, Devon?

- We got Mrs. Auburn,

the mother.

(dog barking)

(birds chirping)

(doorbell ringing)

- Mrs. Auburn?

Hi, uh, we're with HTDA.

We spoke yesterday about

interviewing you

and processing your home to

help us with your son's case?

- Come in.

- [Devon] Thank you.

Uh, Mrs. Auburn, uh,

thank you so much

for agreeing to speak with us

and giving us access

to your home

during this very, very

difficult time.

We recognize your hesitance,

and I'd like to assure you

we will be sympathetic

throughout this entire process.

Okay? Is it okay if we begin?

Great. I am going to

record this.

And while you and I are

having our conversation,

my colleague is going

to look around

your, your beautiful home.

Would that be okay?

(floor creaking)

Um, so Mrs. Auburn, some of

these questions,

they, they may be a bit

uncomfortable to hear,

but please know that

I'm asking them

as a way to, uh, to piece

together a, a bigger picture.

A picture that's, well,

that may help catch the person

who committed this

heinous crime.

Do you understand that?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Okay. Uh, so how long have

you lived here?

- [Mrs. Auburn] Well, we bought

it shortly after we married.

And Liam came not

too long after.

15 years or so.

- [Devon] What kind of

child was he?

Was he precocious, was

he inquisitive,

was he rambunctious?

- [Mrs. Auburn] He was,

Liam was all those things.

- [Devon] How about his

relationship with his dad?

- He was a carbon copy

of his father.

There was very little

that they disagreed on.

I think Liam so wanted

to be like his father

that when he had a

different opinion,

he would change it to

align with his father's.

- Hm. And sports?

Did he have any favorite

sports, belong to any clubs?

- [Mrs. Auburn] Archery,

like his father.

- Naturally. Naturally.

How about, uh, behavior?

Did, uh, did Liam

exhibit any odd behavior,

any, uh, fidgets, any tics?

- These are rather

odd questions.

- [Devon] I know. Mrs. Auburn,

I'm sorry.

Would, would you like a moment?

- Um, no, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry.

You should continue.

- Uh, so, um, odd behavior?

- Wait, how, how is

asking questions

about my son's life gonna help?

- [Devon] Well, uh, we're

trying to formulate a picture

of Liam, all of his nuances,

so as to better inform

our simulation of your son

so that we can assist

with the investigation

to the best of our ability.

- What does it matter?

(ominous music)

- I'm sorry?

- What does it matter?

None of this is going to bring

Liam back, or my husband.

- No. No, it won't.

But, uh, I'm not sure if

you're aware of our technology--

- Fully aware of what

your technology does,

but it doesn't matter,

that's not Liam in that box.

It's just a remnant, an echo.

- But don't you wanna

catch who did this?

The person who did this

to your family,

they're still out there.

- What will it change?

My family will still be gone.

I'm trying to move as far

beyond this as I possibly can.

Can you understand that?

- Oh, I can. I can, Mrs. Auburn.

And you have my sympathy.

But we need to continue

with the interview to ensure

we've gathered sufficient

details regarding Liam's life.

(ominous music)

- [Becca] Dad, you have

to speak to me.

Call me back.

- [Mrs. Auburn] I'm fully aware

of what your technology does.

But it doesn't matter,

that's not Liam in that box.

It's just a remnant, an echo.

It doesn't matter, that's

not Liam in that box.

It's just a remnant, an echo.

(ominous music continues)

(suspenseful music)

- [Caul] Adam.

- [Adam] Dr. Caul?

- [Caul] You can call

me Franklin.

- [Adam] Okay. Franklin.

Franklin, you don't

have a family?

All of this, this

experiment takes time.

And I'd imagine some sacrifice.

- Now, you and Sylvie, did

you ever consider children?

- [Adam] (scoffs) To bring

a child into our chaos

would've been parental

negligence from the start.

- You both seem

pretty even keel.

- [Adam] It's not all

wrecking ba*ls.

Chaos can be quietly

destructive too, Franklin.

- Fair enough.

Adam, I'm going to ask

you a series of questions,

if that's okay.

- [Adam] That's what I'm

here for, right?

- You don't have to answer

if you don't want to.

- [Adam] Okay.

(Caul clears throat)

(ominous music continues)

- All right.

What do you call the world?

What is your original face?

When you can do nothing,

what can you do?

When the many are

reduced to one,

what is the one reduced to?

- [Adam] These are koans.

- Yes. Yes, they are.

Have you ever wished you

could go to sleep

and never wake up?

- [Adam] Yes.

- How connected did you feel

to the people around you?

- [Adam] Oddly, Franklin,

I feel more connected

to the ones I love now

than before I was gone.

- Can you tell me, um, a

little bit more about Hakone?

The stillness?

- [Adam] I've said

enough about that.

Let me tell you about

the emptiness.

- The emptiness?

- [Adam] There was a day that

wasn't particularly different

than any other, but

when I got home,

I stood at my kitchen sink.

I just stood there, jacket

still on, shoes still on,

still shouldering my

bag carrying my laptop.

I think my keys were

even still in my hand.

It wasn't until Sylvie

came home that I realized

that I had been standing there

for what ended up

being three hours.

I looked at that empty sink,

into the black hole

of the drain.

I'm sure I cried because

my face was wet

when Sylvie touched it.

She said she was scared.

Then she said something

comforting to me,

but I couldn't hear her

words anymore.

I felt nothing for her fear,

or her love.

I just felt empty.

That is if you can

feel emptiness.

I went to the office

the next day

and during some droning meeting

that's when I realized

I didn't care anymore,

about anything.

(ominous music)

(static crackling)

(Whisperer speaking faintly)

- [Devon] For the

past two years,

we have been working to

secure a government contract.

And now the DOJ has given

us that opportunity.

We've all worked very

hard for this.

I think that about covers it.

Thank you very much.

Caul.

Caul!

- Yeah.

- Ellis seems to think that

you need to be reminded

that this is the most

important thing

that we've ever done.

That you've ever done.

- I know.

But not for the reasons

you and Ellis think it is.

- (sighs) Fine, Caul.

Just don't derail this. Okay?

And remember your psych eval.

Ellis is insistent.

- [Caul] So, so you, you do

feel something.

Can you describe, can

you describe it to me?

- [Adam] It feels like a fluid

stream, but not like water.

- Mm-hmm, but, but it is a

sensation. Is it tactile?

- [Adam] Yes. I don't know.

You're trying to back

me into a description

that makes sense to you.

- I'm sorry.

- [Adam] I feel your

frustration.

I'm frustrated too.

- We just, you're, you're

the first simulation

that, that's gone on this

long without degrading.

I just, I just don't

understand why.

- [Adam] Maybe I'm not

a simulation.

- (scoffs) I don't think

that's possible.

- [Adam] Why not?

- Well, I know you, I mean,

I made you.

I coded and sourced you.

- [Adam] And here I am

talking about my feelings.

What else qualifies me

to be among the living?

Aside from the lack of vessel,

am I not a living entity?

- I don't know.

I guess I'm tired of

not knowing.

- [Adam] Everything

will be okay.

(Caul laughing)

What's so funny?

- Everything will be okay.

It's the, uh, it's the

greatest lie ever told.

- [Adam] How so?

- Well, it's, it's what

everybody wants to believe,

you know, it's what

everybody clings to

as though it's the truth.

But, um, well, more

often than not,

everything's not okay.

- [Adam] Franklin, you're

a very dour man.

Has anyone ever told

you that before?

- Yeah, often.

My wife, she, uh, she

would say the same thing.

- [Adam] Franklin?

- Yeah.

- [Adam] What happened to her?

- (sighs) I, uh.

(gasps) I told her every,

everything would be okay.

(ominous music)

No, please, please wait.

I don't know if I ever told you,

um,

but, uh, when I was young,

my father made me stand in a

stream in the middle of winter.

Punishment for something,

I guess.

He said it was a lesson

in the principle

of sufficient reason.

Law of reason and consequence.

It was my first, uh,

my first lesson in psychology.

(ominous music continues)

(Sarah scoffs)

(water sloshing)

(glass clunks)

Please.

Why are you leaving me?

- [Sarah] Where am I now?

(dramatic music)

(intense dramatic music)

(box crackling)

(doorbell chiming)

- [Sylvie] Please. Can

I offer you anything?

- No, no. Thanks.

- [Sylvie] So?

- Um, just wanted to, uh,

ask you a few

questions about Adam.

If that'd be okay?

Before he k*lled himself,

did, did you have a sense

the two of you were

drifting apart?

- I guess maybe I should

have, but when you're in it.

At that point it had

been a long time

of Adam and I being

distant with one another.

And he told me directly

that he was...

I probably wouldn't

have heard it.

- Well, I'm sure

that's not true.

- Are you? Because you

know us so well.

- [Caul] Well, I didn't mean

to imply anything by that.

- Yeah, Dr. Caul, I

have things to do.

- What would've happened

if it had been the

other way around?

If you had gone to Adam and

told him you were in pain,

would he have listened?

- I think what happened,

happened. Adam wanted out.

Wouldn't have mattered

if I tried to stop him.

- But you did, didn't you?

- [Sylvie] Excuse me?

- What did you say to him when

you found him in the kitchen?

Huh?

When you saw him crying

there by the sink,

what did you say to him?

- How did you?

- Please,

just tell me what you said.

- Get out.

- I- I just wanna know

what you said.

- Get out now!

- I just wanna know

what you said to him.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

Please.

Please, just tell me

what you said.

What did you say to Adam?

Please.

(solemn music)

- It'll be okay.

That's what I said to him.

(solemn music continues)

(ominous music)

- [Caul] Adam.

- [Adam] Franklin.

- I have to ask you a question.

Did you ever think that

Sylvie might be at risk?

- [Adam] Why do you ask?

- Well.

(lock clicks and buzzes)

- [Adam] Franklin wait,

why did you ask that?

(lock buzzes)

- It's nothing.

- [Adam] Franklin, for here

is no fear. Turn around.

(box crackling)

(static hissing)

(door creaking)

- [Devon] An olive branch

by way of grapevines.

- Come on in. I already

have one open.

(door creaking)

Ellis tell you to bring

me that bottle?

- Nope, nope. I am here

on my own volition.

- Mm-hmm. How does that feel?

- I don't agree with everything

Ellis says and does, Caul.

- No?

- Believe it or not.

Look, where HTDA goes

after this Auburn project,

I don't know.

But I do know it is the most

important thing right now,

and I think that much

we can both agree on.

- But you do see where

this is going, don't you?

- I don't.

Consumer products,

government contracts.

I. What do you do with something

so particularly intimate?

- You see it as something more.

- I didn't say that.

- Devon, we were at a

turning point.

We were approaching some sort

of technological singularity

and HTDA is treating it like

some sort of pocket game.

- Okay. A contract with the

DOJ is hardly a pocket game.

- They feel the same

emotions as you and I do.

There, there's a, a

self-awareness.

You must see that.

What if, just, just consider.

What if we are not so much

simulating as, as capturing?

- I don't think that's the case.

I don't, I think, I think

our soul, our spirit,

whatever it is you

wanna call it,

I think it bursts into a

kaleidoscope of energy.

I think it touches those

closest to us.

And then that's it.

- Well, I think we should

be focusing on what happens

to a consciousness after

it's been transferred on--

- Caul, I did not, I

did not come here

to debate this with you.

I don't disagree with you,

but right now we need to focus

on what will keep the lights on.

And don't let Ellis's

stoic aspirations fool you.

We are still very

much fledgling.

At least our department is.

And this government contract,

it'll keep the lights on

for a long, long time.

- And take the research

out of our hands, right?

Out of my hands.

- Yes. Maybe so.

- Yeah, hi, is Sylvie there?

(ominous music)

Um.

Uh, no, I'm, I'm nobody.

I'm sorry. Sorry for calling.

(ominous music continues)

(static crackling)

(ominous music continues)

- [Adam] Franklin.

- Yes.

- [Adam] Why did you

ask me about Sylvie?

Franklin?

Franklin?

- (panting) Adam.

Sylvie's dead.

- [Adam] What have

you done?

- I'm so sorry.

- [Adam] I don't wanna

be here anymore.

Don't keep me here.

(ominous music continues)

- [Matthews] We're looking

forward to a good show, Ellis.

- Well, it's a little more

than a performance,

deputy director.

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, Devon, I'm, I'm fine.

Thank you for asking.

- [Matthews] Well, let's

get to it then.

- [Ellis] Absolutely.

Gentlemen, are we ready?

- Yes. Yes, of course.

First of all, thank you

all very much for coming.

Uh, members of the DOJ,

Deputy Director Matthews,

and our member from the

prosecution team.

(Devon sighs)

For several years, we at

HTDA have provided service

to a purely domestic base

in search of closure,

clarification, and comfort.

And as fulfilling as

those pursuits have been,

our aim has always been

to do more, to be more,

and providing our service

to the legal system

could fundamentally balance

the scales of justice

for the better.

3:00 PM on a Wednesday, a

father and son are m*rder*d

in their quiet middle

class suburban home.

Random valuables are

taken, no forced entry.

It is our deepest

hope here at HTDA

that we can provide clues

and confirmation

by simply having a conversation

with the simulation of

Liam Auburn, the son.

So, without any further

delay, let's proceed.

(device beeping)

(box warbling)

(dramatic music)

(Liam rambling)

- Cyan, dice,

toast,

(static crackling)

wood.

(Liam continues rambling)

Attenuate, fog

(static crackling)

And cyan, dice.

(box warbling)

Toast.

Wood.

(Liam continues rambling)

Arrows, window.

(Liam continues rambling)

- Liam.

Liam, I'm a friend of

your father's.

I'd like to ask you a few

questions, if that's okay?

- [Liam] Yeah, that's okay.

- Liam, do your parents

keep anything

very important in the house?

- [Liam] Like expensive stuff?

- Sure.

- [Liam] My mom has some

pretty necklaces,

but she's always

making fun of Dad

for having all the

money in the world,

but only buying her

costume stuff.

(Devon chuckles)

- I mean, do you have

keys to your house?

- [Liam] Why would

I need those?

- To let yourself in

after school.

- [Liam] We never

lock our doors.

- Really?

- [Liam] The only door that's

ever locked in the house

is my dad's office.

And he's usually in

there all the time.

- Liam, did your father

ever get into any arguments

with any other adults,

that you can remember?

- [Liam] Kevin, Kevin. He

wants to hurt Mom and Dad.

Kevin, fighting about

how to run the business.

He scares me.

- Who, who is Kevin?

- [Liam] Tell him, tell

him what we know.

A man that works at

my dad's shop.

- And do they fight often?

- [Liam] Sometimes.

- Liam, do you think that Kevin

could ever harm your dad or you?

- [Liam] Sometimes he's

sitting in his car

outside of the house.

He doesn't think I see him,

but I do

with my spy binoculars Dad

bought me for Christmas

and I see him out there

looking at our house.

Yes, I should tell Mom or

Dad that he's out there,

but I'm afraid he'll

hurt them or me.

But he's a mean man

with meaner eyes.

- Liam, Liam, it's okay,

we're here for you.

(box crackling)

- [Liam] I wanna go home.

I wanna go home.

I- I wanna go home to see

my mom and dad.

- Cyan.

- [Liam] I just.

- Dice, toast, woods,

ocean, light.

- [Liam] I wanna be with them.

- Dice, toast, woods,

arrow, windows.

(box crackling)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Becca] Dad, I need to

hear your voice.

Tomorrow's the anniversary and

I need to know you're okay.

- [Whisperer] Franklin,

listen to us.

Hear us, hear us.

There is no fear.

(dramatic music continues)

(Whisperer speaking faintly)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Sarah] Where am I now?

(static crackling)

- [Adam] Franklin.

Please end this.

- What are you?

- [Adam] Whatever I am,

I'm in pain.

Please do this for me.

Please, let me be with her.

(lock buzzes)

(static continues crackling)

(box whirring)

- Adam?

(lock buzzing)

(static crackling)

(ominous music)

(Adam rambling)

- Caul!

I am the herald of good news

but I'm not gonna shout

it through your door.

(knuckles rapping)

Are you okay?

- [Caul] Yeah, I'm fine.

- Well, aren't you going

to invite me in?

- Yeah, sure.

- Okay, great. Let's

have a toast here.

(door creaking)

- [Caul] So, Devon,

what are we toasting to?

Full termination of the project?

The liquidation of HTDA?

- How about to a

three-year trial study

exclusively with the DOJ?

- What?

- Mm!

We are no longer taking

on consumer facing clients

to keep the lights on.

The government is our

one-and-only,

at least for the next

three years.

- What about the demonstration?

- Hm, demonstration went off

the rail toward the end there,

but the information we

got from Liam's SC

proved to be

absolutely invaluable.

They said the device could

be a strong supplement

toward gathering

forensic evidence.

- And my research?

- Your research will have to be

put on the back burner

for right now.

But just for right now, Caul.

Oh, come on, you certainly

wear excitement

different than most.

Is there something wrong?

- Tomorrow it'll be a year.

- A year for?

(gasps) Oh God.

A year?

I'm sorry, Caul. I did

not, I did not realize.

Well, here's to Sarah.

Hm? She would be so proud of

the work that you've done.

(Adam speaking faintly)

- [Sarah] Where am I now?

- What is that?

- You can hear that?

- Yeah.

Yeah. What is it?

(Adam rambling)

- [Adam] I should be deep

in the ground decomposing.

There should be a blank

spot in the lives

of those who knew me.

I shouldn't be here.

(Adam rambling)

- Caul?

- I need to do research.

We're doing research.

Starting with the

Prichard simulation.

- Caul.

- What?

What, he was just

another SC to you.

You were going

to purge him.

- Did you even consider

how his wife might

feel about this?

- She doesn't matter anymore.

(Adam rambling)

- Jesus Christ.

Caul, but why?

Why are you doing this?

You, you have to know

at some point

you would be able to

continue your research.

- Yeah. When, when, huh?

You, you just told me

that research

is HTDA's lowest priority.

- But that doesn't make

this right, Caul.

What you're doing here is...

Caul, we're on early,

unstable ground with the DOJ.

If they find out about any

of this, we're-

Caul, you're risking

years of work and effort,

and, and resources for,

for what?

For what,

extracurricular studies? For?

- [Adam] Maybe knowing

the end was coming

made the sweet moment sweeter.

We can't do this.

- Caul?

- [Adam] We can't stop.

We shouldn't be here in the-

- Are you doing this to

relieve you of your guilt?

- [Adam] We need to be

here for her.

And it seems we need to

be here for him.

We can't-

- Jesus Christ, Caul.

You cannot do this!

The ethical

implications of this.

- Ethical implications?

- [Devon] Yes!

I have to tell Ellis.

You have to

get out of this

before we lose everything.

- Ellis will shut me down.

- Yes, Caul, yes.

He will make an example of you.

- [Caul] Wait Devon.

(Adam continues rambling)

Devon, wait!

Devon. Devon, please.

Just listen!

- No, no, no. You.

Caul, I'm so done.

I am so done with you,

with this,

with this f*cking insanity.

All I do is protect you and you,

you hold yourself in some

kind of higher regard

than the rest of us.

You know, I do hope he

makes an example out of you.

I'm done!

- What?

- I'm done!

I would prepare for the

worst, if I were you, Caul.

(bottle thuds)

(Devon grunts)

(Devon thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Caul panting)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

- [Whisperer] It'll be okay.

Cedar, rook, attenuate,

contrast, affix.

All of this is for not, Caul.

Cyan, toast, dice, arrows,

windows.

Adam is mine. To matter is me.

Twitch, consent, sunset.

As you will be soon be me.

Peacock.

It's so simple.

(ominous music)

No longer would you have

to live with your pain.

You'd be free.

End your pain.

Your words are meaningless.

It's so simple.

Be with Sarah.

(box crackling)

(dramatic music)

Everything.

(box warbling)

Will be okay.

(ominous music)

(box crashing)

(Caul grunts)

(eerie ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(melancholic music)

(somber music)

(box rattles)

(device whirs)

- [Sarah] It's coming in

and out of the darkness.

A stillness making my

teeth buzz with anxiety.

Anxiety, it's coming for me.

It's coming in and out

of the darkness.

(Sarah rambling)

(box crackling)

- [Caul] Honeysuckle, ocean,

bridge, gratitude,

flight, anxiety.

(box crackling)

Sarah.

Sarah.

- [Sarah] It comes for me,

and only me.

It comes in the night,

in the day.

It never leaves me.

I just want it to be over,

to be done, to be gone.

(somber music)

- Sarah.

I, uh.

I miss you.

- [Sarah] No map there,

no guide,

no voice sounding, no

touch of human hand,

no face with blooming flesh,

no lips, nor eyes, are

in that land.

I know it not our soul,

nor dost thou,

all is a blank before us,

all waits undreamed of

in that region,

that inaccessible land.

(somber music)

- Sarah?

(wheel whirring)

(wheel squelching)

(somber music continues)

(Caul sobs)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

- [Becca] Dad? Dad!

(footsteps tapping)

Dad, are you home?

Dad?

Dad?

You okay, Pop?

- Why are you here?

- Well, you don't answer

my voicemails or texts

I show up unannounced,

that's how this works.

Doesn't look like

you've changed much.

The house?

- You know, your,

your mother,

she believed that when we die,

we enter a, another

plane of existence.

That our souls, our

consciousness

became unencumbered with

physical form.

But if our bodies

are just receptors or receivers

for consciousness, if our

consciousness is,

I don't know, broadcast

from somewhere else,

the question becomes

what happens to it

when there's no body there

to receive the signal?

- I don't know, Pop.

It's nice to know

that Mom believed

there was something

else beyond this.

(Caul sighs)

It's comforting.

What do you believe?

- I don't know.

Maybe nothing.

And after all my work,

my research on death and dying,

as to everything I've learned,

that I'm just more contested

there's just nothing at

all after this.

Maybe there shouldn't be.

- Can we not do this?

Not today.

Not on her anniversary.

Do you want coffee?

I want coffee.

(Caul sobs)

- I tried, I tried to save her.

I really wanted to save her.

- Yeah, we all did.

It's not your fault.

Everyone's pain is their own.

Where do you keep the

coffee filters? Hm?

- Oh, wait, wait.

Just, just wait for a minute.

(bin lid clangs)

- Are you all right, Pop?

(dramatic music)

- What?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

- This is a lot of wine bottles.

Maybe you should ease up a bit.

It'll be okay.

(dramatic music continues)

Dad?

Dad!

(ominous music)

Dad!

(phone buzzing)

- [Whisperer] Where am I now?

(ominous music continues)

- [Psychologist] Thank you

for coming. Dr. Caul.

Dr. Caul, uh, we're gonna start.

Um, I'm gonna ask you

a series of questions,

which you're not

obligated to answer,

but the more you do,

the better we can assess you.

You understand?

Okay. Let's start.

Uh, how long have you

been an employee

at Haptic Transitional

Diagnostic and Attunement?

- [Caul] 11 years.

- In that time, have you

taken regular vacations?

- [Caul] No.

- [Psychologist] Have you

suffered a recent loss?

Is there a history of mental

illness in your family?

- Um.

Hm, my father.

He, uh, he suffered

from schizoaffective disorder.

- [Psychologist] Mm-hmm.

- God, he was a brilliant man.

- [Psychologist] Excuse me?

- My father was, he

was brilliant.

He was a physicist.

First thing he taught me,

was the, uh,

the principle of

sufficient reason.

He k*lled himself.

- [Psychologist] How

old were you?

- Ten.

(Psychologist sighs)

- [Psychologist] Do you think

this had a lasting

impression on you?

(Caul sighs)

- Um.

I used to think grief was, um-

Grief is a, it's a,

it's a whisper.

- [Psychologist] Say again.

- I used to think grief

was something

that you had cured.

- [Psychologist] Mm-hmm.

- You, you healed from.

Um, that, that you got fixed.

- [Psychologist] And now?

What is, what is

grief to you now?

- Something you live with.

(solemn ominous music)

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