Alien Code Page #3

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Sh*t.

[CREAKS]

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

[]

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

No.

[]

[PANTING]

[GROANING]

[GROANING CONTINUES]

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[TICKING]

[CAR ENGINE RUMBLING]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- REBECCA:
Alex?

- ALEX:
Yeah.

Alex?

ALEX:

In here.

Wait here.

Whoa.

Hey, um...

Yeah, I know this...

This looks a little,

um, ahem....

So... Right.

So I was... I was stuck on this...

On this one...

On this one... This one thing

on this one equation, right?

And-and I was thinking

to myself maybe...

Maybe it had to do

with-with quantum foam,

because of all the little

wormholes in there, or maybe...

Maybe it had something

to do with the, um...

With the holographic,

ah, principle.

Maybe it was that,

and maybe

we're in

a two-dimensional space,

because that would explain

the size difference.

Alex...

Just wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

I realized that

I was being misdirected

and that I was too busy focusing

on what I was seeing

and not when.

What is all this?

It's the answer.

To what?

To them.

You see, if they can travel here

through space and time,

then that means that they can

probably control space and time.

Which means they can exist

in the same space as us,

just at a different time.

No, no, no.

Think about it. Think.

They could be in this room,

just not right now.

They could be six hours

into the future,

12 hours into the past.

They could be in a time

where nobody can see them,

but in a place

where they can watch.

Now here's the part

that I didn't get at first.

I didn't understand,

but they're watching us.

They're watching us

through windows in time.

They're observing us,

they're studying us,

and they are

f***ing everywhere.

You need to stop this.

No, no, no,

no, no.

No, I'm not the one

that needs to stop.

You need to stop.

You need to stop building

that machine, okay?

It's not from us.

It is not from

the f***ing future, okay?

It is from them.

They put those blueprints on

that satellite with that message

to start the next war,

not to prevent it.

That's their plan.

We have your medical records.

We know about the tumor.

[SCOFFS, CHUCKLES]

A.R.I.S.T. have a compensation

package for that one?

We're very sorry, Alex.

You're f***ing sorry.

You put me in a room

with a satellite emitting

f***ing

God-knows-how-much radiation.

That's the thing, right?

That's the thing. That's

the thing that lets me see them.

Lets me look at them

as they look at me.

- You're hallucinating.

- No, I'm not.

That's what

they want you to think.

- This won't change anything.

- Yes, it will.

You cannot build that machine.

- This is not about a machine.

- Yes, it is.

- You're sick!

- No!

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry.

Look, I know you

don't have any family,

but maybe there's

friends that you wanna...

I mean, is there

someone you wanna see,

or a place you wanna go?

We can help with that. We can.

But you have got to stop this.

Let the work

and the message you've...

I'm not dying!

[]

God, denial's a b*tch, man.

[SCOFFS]

But they weren't listening

and I was adamant that there was

something sinister at play.

[SIGHS]

I mean, sure, you know,

there was a part of me

that thought that maybe I was...

losing my mind...

but then I remembered

I wasn't the only

cryptographer they hired.

[]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[KNOCKS]

[LOCK CLICKS]

Hi.

Um...

Beth Carter?

[SIGHS]

I'm Alex Jacobs.

I'm a... I'm a cryptographer.

W-why are you here?

A couple months ago,

I was hired by a company, um...

A.R.I.S.T.

I-I'm sorry,

I'm not feeling very well.

I know, but I need...

I need to talk...

- I have to go.

- Can I just talk to you

for one second?

It's-it's important.

Listen...

I worked on... Sh*t.

I worked on

the same message as you!

All right, listen to me.

You don't have to worry, okay?

I'm not with A.R.I.S.T.

I went to the library

to track you down.

They don't even know

that I'm here.

Ow! F***. Look.

I stayed in

the same room as you.

Okay? I saw...

I found your name etched

onto the bedpost.

The message,

it's not... It's not...

It's not what it says it is.

It's... It's...

It's not from us.

I tried to tell them,

but they won't...

They won't...

listen, and...

I'm seeing things

that I can't explain,

but no one believes me

because I'm...

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I'm dying.

I'm dying.

They gave me six months.

I've got two left.

I still don't

accept it.

It's hard to

imagine that

four weeks

from now,

I will no longer

be able to walk.

In six weeks,

I'll be so weak, I...

won't be able to talk.

And in eight weeks,

I'll be ashes.

Was there something wrong

with my decryption?

Is that why

they brought you in?

No, no, no, no, no.

As far as I know, they...

They only brought me in

to corroborate.

Yeah.

You know it's a weapon, right?

Of course.

A warning from the future

isn't exactly gonna

show up with blueprints

for a microwave.

Yeah.

It's, uh...

It's not from the future.

I'm-I'm so sorry,

I... I didn't even

offer you something

to drink.

- Coffee?

- Um...

I'll actually

take something

a little bit harder,

if you don't mind.

BETH:

Oh. Ha.

I forgot I even had that.

- [LIQUOR POURS]

- You're not gonna have any?

No, I don't drink.

I thought about quitting...

[CHUCKLES]

but f*** it.

BETH:
You know you're the first person

I've talked to in over a month?

Well,

other than doctors.

[CHUCKLES]

And Cipherman, but he's...

Do A.R.I.S.T.

still contact you?

I... I'm pretty sure

he works for them.

I mean, he must.

There's no way he'd know

what he does if he didn't.

Who is...?

I'm sorry, who's Cipherman?

The screen just went black,

and then the next thing I know,

he was communicating with me.

That was about a month ago,

and I've spoken

every day since.

He gave you problems to solve?

It was a nice distraction.

What else

do you guys talk about?

Quantum physics, mostly.

Sometimes,

it felt like he was

challenging

my understanding of it.

What, like, testing you?

I think it was

for the sake of conversation,

more than anything.

I took those screen shots

to prove to myself it was real.

[SCOFFS] After I was

diagnosed, I never could tell.

[SIGHS]

I'm still not even sure

you're real.

[GROANS]

- Hey, hey.

- Ahh...

- I... I need to lie down.

- You okay?

Okay. All right,

come here. I got you.

Thanks.

[]

[WINCES]

Want some, uh...?

Some Valium?

Oh, those don't work anymore.

I'm real.

Hmm.

- No, you're not.

- I am.

I'm here. I'm real.

I never wrote my name

in binary.

[]

[BELL PEALING]

[]

[COMPUTER TRILLS]

[]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[QUIETLY] "...fast. How

are you feeling today?"

"Nauseous."

[]

Sh*t.

[]

Oh, my God.

[GROANS]

Hi. Oh,

you feel better?

Good. Hey, I got a...

I got a question.

I was looking around.

Ah, do you have...?

Do you have any more...?

Do you have more of

these things with the...?

With the problems

that he gave you?

- [GRUNTS]

- What did you do?

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