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(camera beeps)
- [Interviewer] 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.
- [Interviewer] 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.
- [Interviewer] 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so much of the equipment is out of date.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.
(sighs) 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.
Best practice: 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.
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- [Samuels] 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.
(engine rumbling)
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- 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.
(door rattling)
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- Lucy, I'm home.
(bag thuds) Lucy?
Fucking bitch.
(uneasy music)
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.
(both chuckling)
- 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.
- [Michaels] 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 landhill 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.
(Samuels chuckling) - 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.
(people talking over each other)
- 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."
- [Michaels] 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.
- [Samuels] 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.
(crickets chirping) (uneasy music)
- 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?
(electricity whirring)
- Yes, I'm set. Yes, can we please have a cup of coffee?
- Yes. Coffee.
(radio muttering indistinctly)
- 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 (indistinct)?
- 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?
- [Mac] 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.
(Mac murmuring)
- [Samuels] 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?
- [Mac] 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.
(Samuels chuckling)
(air swooshing)
(voice murmuring)
- What?
- Did you say something?
- No, nothing.
- Must be the wind.
(eerie music)
- Yes, I can do this. I am cap...
Shut up.
I'm okay. I can handle it.
(keys typing)
(uneasy music)
- 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.
(crickets chirping)
(voices murmuring)
(curtain sliding)
(voices murmuring)
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(crickets chirping)
- 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.
- [O'Neel] 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.
- [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.
(uneasy music)
- 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.
(uneasy music)
(clipboard smacks)
- 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?
- [Michaels] 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.
- [Michaels] 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.
(pensive music)
- 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?
- [O'Neel] 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.
- [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.
(lid clanking)
- 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.
(Mac exhales)
(somber uneasy music)
(somber uneasy music continues)
(door thuds)
- [Mac] 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.
- [Mac] Thanks. I feel better.
I just need to loosen this first. Pin the Phillips head.
Up there.
- I don't see one.
- [Mac] 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.
- [O'Neel] 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.
- [O'Neel] 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.
- [Mac] 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.
- [Mac] What like a spider?
- What is this?
What did this?
- Look, see, there's a sharp edge on this, this lever here.
Your arm just got pinched, you know?
- [O'Neel] 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.
(wind swooshing)
- 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.
- [Samuels] 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.
(uneasy music)
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.
- [O'Neel] 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?
(Samuels laughing)
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.
(Samuels howling)
- You just play the card, would you?
- Drink out of the fucking town.
- Play the card for God-
- Take the bitch.
- [O'Neel] I hate this thing, man.
- So fucking obnoxious.
(men murmuring)
- Oh, look at that. Boom.
- No wait. No, no, no, no, no.
I don't care if you played that too before.
- [Samuels] 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.
(men talking over each other)
- [Michaels] Yeah. Fuck this.
Fuck this.
(tense music) - What the fuck?!
- What the fuck, man?
- Did you see another bug? - What the fuck?
- [Michaels] Calm the fuck down.
- [Mac] Jesus, man.
- [Michaels] Jesus Christ.
- [Mac] I'm checking on the generator.
You all right?
- Yeah, sure.
- [Mac] Jesus.
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
- Shut up, man.
(uneasy music)
(insects chirping)
- What's going on?
- Found something.
(uneasy music continues)
- 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.
(crickets chirping)
You the one that found this thing this morning?
- He crossed over.
- [O'Neel] 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-
- [Mac] 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.
- [Mac] 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.
(uneasy music)
(lamp crackling)
(stick bangs)
(object thuds)
(uneasy music)
(wind swooshing)
(gun bangs)
- 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.
(Samuels chuckling)
(uneasy music continues)
- 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?
(uneasy music)
It's... It's a figure of speech.
(uneasy music continues)
- That was weird.
- What the fuck?
(crickets chirping)
(uneasy music)
- Patricia.
(woman screaming) I'm sorry.
I was ignorant.
Patricia?
Honey, I had... Had to submit you.
Patricia?
(uneasy music)
(Mac grunting)
I guess I deserve that.
No!
(uneasy music continues)
(door creaking)
(ominous music)
(Mac sobbing)
(uneasy music)
- 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.
- [Michaels] Hey, boss. Got something for you.
- [Mac] 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?
(uneasy music)
- 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?
- [Michaels] 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 (muttering).
- 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.
(uneasy music)
(tense music)
(voices murmuring)
- Hey! You coming or what?
- I'm coming.
Found your chair.
(tense music)
- 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. (men laughing)
- 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.
(suspenseful music)
- [Michaels] 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?
- [Mac] 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.
- [O'Neel] What is your fucking problem, Michaels?
- Spider.
- [O'Neel] 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?
- [O'Neel] Indiana.
- Mm. Master's degree?
- [O'Neel] SMU.
Mm, Mustangs. Nice.
- I bet you went on to get a doctor or two, didn't you?
- [O'Neel] 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.
- [Samuels] Yeah?
- Let's go kill us some dinner, huh?
- [Samuels] 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.
(O'Neel sighs)
(uneasy music)
(voices murmuring)
Hey, Mac?
Dammit!
Hey, Sam. I don't have time for this, you know?
I've got work to do.
Sam, I'm serious.
(uneasy music continues)
(voices murmuring)
(child giggling)
(door thuds)
- [Michaels] Dinner time, bitches.
- You say something?
- No.
(crickets chirping)
- 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.
(door slams) (uneasy music)
You remember that story you told me?
The one about kids and drugs and prison?
- What?
- [Samuels] 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.
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
(voices murmuring)
(uneasy pulsating music)
(siren wailing)
(lamp crackling)
(radio beeping)
(radio muttering indistinctly)
- 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?
- [Radio] Recalibrating. Recalibrating.
- What the?
- [Radio] 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 (indistinct)...
Both sequences are on the same loop.
- Sam, can you solve this one?
- Yeah.
- Quickly, quickly.
- Hell yeah.
(radio muttering indistinctly)
- 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-
(gun bangs)
Dr. Reed?
- [Michaels] Hey, Mac.
- [Mac] What?
- [Michaels] You got something for you.
(uneasy music)
All right. All right.
Let's hear it. Let's go.
- The new sequence is like the first one.
- [Michaels] 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.
(uneasy music)
- 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.
(uneasy music)
Come on.
All right. We go in, take a round.
Check everything out.
Put everybody's mind at ease. Okay?
(uneasy music)
(Mac slams)
Dammit!
God fucking dammit! Fucking bitch!
God fucking dammit.
Hey. Hammer.
(door creaking) (Mac sighs)
Okay. You guys ready?
Let's go in.
(door thuds)
- 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?
- [Samuels] Come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Still holding the hammer, motherfucker.
You remember that.
(Mac coughing)
- 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?
- [O'Neel] 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.
(uneasy music)
- My turn! Of this shit, man.
Turnover says it's my turn. Turn to fuck get (indistinct).
(voices murmuring)
(eerie music)
(gun bangs) (woman screams)
Sarah, I...
I couldn't...
I, I didn't mean to.
Did you lock the fucking door?
Open the fucking door! (banging)
Open this fucking door!
(ghost murmuring)
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?
(door thuds)
Can you hear me?
- Heard you yelling.
- I was knocking. I was fucking banging on the door.
- [Michaels] Little more muscle into it next time.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- You're a fucking prick.
- You just figuring that out now?
- [Mac] 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?
- [Mac] 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.
- [O'Neel] 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.
(wind swooshing)
(uneasy music)
- I'm gonna leave you here.
(growling) (tense music)
(tense music continues)
(uneasy music)
(static hissing)
- 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.
(bones cracking)
- I'll get back to you on that.
(uneasy music)
(static hissing)
(tense music)
(object clanks)
(eerie music)
(crickets chirping)
- O'Neel.
O'Neel.
O'Neel?
Fuck.
(crickets chirping)
(generator buzzing)
Sammy?
Let's leave the generator out of this, okay?
(generator buzzing)
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.
(generator buzzing)
(safe lock beeping)
(gun clicks)
- God, help us.
(button beeps)
(uneasy music)
(generator buzzing)
(spade smacks) (Samuels groaning)
(generator buzzing) (tense music)
(generator buzzing) (tense music continues)
- You run (indistinct).
Run my life.
Fuck to them.
(generator buzzing) (tense music continues)
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 (indistinctly)
(gun banging)
(generator buzzing) (tense music continues)
You're never gonna get your job back.
(generator buzzing) (tense music continues)
(spade scraping)
(Michaels grunting)
(Mac thuds)
(ominous music)
- All right. All right.
(spade smacks)
(eerie somber music)
And I want answers.
And no more lies.
Only the truth.
You promise truth.
(Michaels grunts)
(aircraft humming)
- [Interviewer] 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.
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)