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[various voices] - Mommy. Mommy.

- Murder. Kill.

Ali.

Mommy, please kill her.

[baby cries]

[phone ringing,

sirens wailing]

[car door closes]

[Phillip] Hello, Lauren.

[Lauren] Phillip.

Care to put down your bag?

Any complications?

None.

Lauren, you are fully

aware of what you've done?

I am.

How you feel about that?

I feel contented.

Hm, why is that?

I've done exactly

what was asked of me.

You do understand that, when

everything is brought to light,

you'll be charged with

first degree murder.

Does this concern you?

I've done exactly

what was asked of me.

You cannot begin to fathom the

extraordinary contribution

you have made here today.

Psychotechnology...

the battle for the mind.

It's the new arms race.

The holy grail of

global sovereignty.

And with your help,

we've just managed to leave

our competitors

in the proverbial dust.

As with any war,

victory can only be achieved

with certain sacrifices.

And history will bear out

that none of this,

none of this has been

done in vain.

[apples thudding]

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

I had a bad dream.

Everyone plugged in 24/7.

Long psychotic episode.

Who do you trust?

Lauren, I'm trying to help you.

Who do you trust?

[ringing]

Russel?

Just let them know, she's safe.

Evidence of success has

been greatly exaggerated.

What the f*** is this?

[gunshots]

[sirens approaching]

[sirens blaring]

[birds chirping]

[static]

I can't get this

damn thing to work.

[static on baby monitor]

That might be a good thing.

[sighs] We're all safe now.

["Beautiful Dreamer" playing]

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