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about turn-of-the-century music.

Do know a little bit about

retro kind of drugs and stuff.

So I look inside and

there's this... this crystal,

this rock, you know.

Like, "Hello! Yes. Know

what that is. Crack cocaine."

So run around the house.

Run around the house.

Like, make sure

I'm kind of safe doing it.

Like, I need, like, a lighter and

a little bit of aluminum foil

and a little glass pipe type thing.

Get that all going.

You know, I'll do it.

Put it all in and break off

a little bit of crack.

Put it in the pipe thing and then...

[imitating flame]

Kind of fire it up.

Wait.

Nothing. Now, you're talking about

maybe, like, two, three minutes or so.

You should be off. You should be,

like, away, doing it.

Nothing. So I think, "Well, maybe

it's like weak crack or something."

So break off a little more,

put it in the thing.

Get the lighter... [imitating flame]

Kind of fire it up.

Nothing. I end up smoking

the whole piece of crack.

That's a lot of crack.

That is a lot of crack. Nothing.

Like, 20, 25 minutes in, man,

I get pounded by this, like, headache.

Just like my head gets filled with

cement or something like that.

Kind of feel a little sick.

The next thing I know, I pass out

on someone else's, like, floor.

It's not even my house.

I'm out, like this.

And the next thing I know,

the owner of the house, this old geezer,

the guy whose house we're clearing out,

like, wakes me up.

So I get roused and,

you know, I look around.

I'm trying to save face a little bit,

but he sees...

He totally sees what I'm doing.

He can see all the stuff.

You know what he says?

"My grandma brought that back in 1991,

you just smoked a piece of

the Berlin Wall."

[laughing]

[babbling]

Oh, man. Is that...

Like smoking history or something.

Went to hospital... I was in hospital

for two days, on my own.

And then, you know,

ended up my sister came.

Kind of gave me

a little bit of a talking to.

"Clean up your life. You need to make

some changes" kind of thing.

It's actually what brought me here.

She kind of... She and I

agreed to come out here, you know.

[beeping]

What about you?

Me?

Yeah, you know, family.

People you talk to, friends.

No. No. No family.

No family?

You an orphan, raised by Auxilisun?

No. I mean, uh, I have a dad.

But... technically,

I don't talk to him.

What is this?

I was just trying to make a friend.

Okay, so... holidays roll around,

you know, your birthday.

What do you...

Do you go for lunch on your own?

Play solitaire?

Just nap all day?

I have friends.

- You do?

- Yeah.

I'm skeptical.

- Name them. Name your friends.

- Tesla and Jobs.

- What type of names are those?

- That's... Come on.

- They're my dogs. They...

- They're your dogs' names?

[laughs] Come on.

What do you have?

Like little "wee wee wee wee"...

little yappy tiny little things

that fits in a little...

like a little bag of sugar?

This is not adding up.

The becquerel levels

are higher than they should be.

I think your calibrations are off.

Hmm. Well, maybe someone's

been in Deep Burial. Hmm.

- What?

- No single person, no one,

not even someone like Dr. Zek,

could create a spike like this.

I mean, it's got to be your gear.

It's not calibrated.

I'll leave you to it.

You'll work it out.

Dr. Zek is still missing.

I'm worried about his safety.

And there's... a problem.

According to this data,

the red zone is expanding,

which I know is not possible.

It must be just

a misreading with the gear.

Robinson is not as skilled

as I would expect.

[sighs]

I will recalibrate the meters myself.

[torch hissing]

[whirring]

[Abby gasps]

- [Robinson] What are you looking at?

- [gasps] Jesus!

Oh. Sorry.

I was gonna go on the roof,

hit some balls.

I thought I saw a man in the desert.

Okay.

May I?

Sure.

Hmm. I don't see anything.

What if it's Zek?

What if... What if he's out there

and he's hurt

and he needs our help?

I don't think Zek's coming back.

He's been gone four days.

No.

You said he left yesterday.

I didn't say that.

What are you not telling me?

He kind of lost it.

Sensory deprivation psychosis.

Big time.

I don't know if it was the isolation

or the tests he was running.

Maybe he was exposed

to radiation in Deep Burial.

But, you know, he's went a little...

And then the last night before...

You know, I'm gonna go hit

some balls on the roof.

No. No, listen.

The power lines were

intentionally severed.

He cut them?

Tell me what happened.

You know, most of the time,

just ignore him.

I stay in the control room.

He does what he wants. Fine.

And then before he left,

he just... Screaming.

Just screaming down that corridor.

It was getting louder and louder, at me.

"You did it. You did it.

You broke... You damaged it.

You broke the fan.

You broke the fan."

He's pointing at me and

accusing me and shouting.

He's a scary guy.

And I ran.

I ran and I hid.

And I heard the doors go, up top.

He took the buggy.

I don't... I mean...

I don't know how he'd survive out there.

I mean, I'm telling you,

I saw something.

Yeah, well, you know,

that... that could be...

this place.

It's the walls.

Ground.

The air...

Gets in you.

Hmm.

How have you been sleeping?

You've been dreaming?

Have you been dreaming?

Hmm.

Hmm.

You can spend as much time as you want

in that sunroom.

But it gets inside your mind.

I'm gonna go play golf.

[sighs]

[clunking]

[beeping]

[pinging]

[gasps]

Robinson?

[door opening]

[Klaxon blaring]

[breathing heavily]

[gasping]

[breathes heavily]

[grunts]

- [beeping]

- Robinson.

Robinson, it... it's Zek.

Can you hear... Can you hear me?

Open the door!

[Robinson on comm] I'm not sure

I should override the system.

We're both gonna die if you

don't open this door right now!

[breathing heavily]

[banging]

[door opening]

[Robinson] We don't know his

state of radiation exposure.

We don't have time to discuss this.

Help me move him.

[golf club clattering]

Go inside. I got him.

I think this is a mistake, Abby.

Go inside. Go! Go!

[grunting]

What the hell was that?

I'm just following contamination policy.

It's Dr. Zek.

You don't know it's Dr. Zek.

You don't.

Who else could it be?

We're in the red zone, 300 kilometers

from the nearest town.

Well?

Yeah, it's Dr. Zek.

- How is he?

- His pulse is even.

Is it?

He was pretty exposed out there.

What's that?

Hexomorphone.

[Air cartridge hisses]

[gasps]

It should help combat

the symptoms of radiation poisoning.

Hmm.

Didn't get very far, did he?

I don't know.

Maybe he came back.

[sighs] What happened to you?

[door opens, closes]

What is that?

- Precaution.

- He's dangerous, isn't he?

He's in a coma.

Well, you wake up from a coma.

- Okay.

- You need some help?

Why don't you just go back

to the control room.

It's good, you know.

He's back.

That's the important thing.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

[birds tweeting]

[clicking, hissing]

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