Pod Page #2

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Can I have it?

- Oh, God, I get it now.

- Martin.

Yeah, I get it.

Did anyone ever f***ing tell you...

that interventions don't actually work?

They're just vanity pieces, Ed.

Especially surprise ones!

Put the gun down!

Put it down!

Look...

I'm not going back there.

Do you understand me?

- All right, I understand, it's okay.

- God, you guys made a mistake coming here.

- You made a great, big f***ing mistake.

- You don't look well.

Thank you so much for your input, Lyla!

- Just calm down!

- Do not tell me to calm down!

- All right, just tell us what is the matter!

- Okay, okay, okay! Here it f***ing goes!

I'm on...

I...

I'm on to something.

Okay, okay, that's what you said,

all right? What do you mean?

I mean I found something!

Something in the woods!

Something the likes of which you

cannot even begin to understand.

- What is it?

- It was following me.

It was stalking me.

It killed the dog, man.

- Artie's dead?

- It tore him to shreds!

Is that what's in the back room?

No! Stop! Listen to me! Do not, under any

circumstances, go into that back room!

Answer me! Do you understand? Answer me!

Let her go!

- What is in the back room?

- Goddamn it!

Don't f***ing do this to yourself!

Martin, you tell me what's in that

back room right now or I swear to God...

There is nothing in the back room!

F***, man! It's in the basement!

What is?

Martin? This is serious

and I'm only gonna ask you this once.

Do you have somebody locked

in that basement?

God, it's not somebody, it's something!

Martin? If you have

somebody lo... Look at me!

If you have somebody locked

in that basement

we are all gonna be in a whole lot

of trouble. Do you understand me?

Do not talk to me

like I'm one of your patients!

- Okay, I'm not!

- Yeah? Yeah?

'Cause you think I'm crazy! You think I've

snapped? You think I've completely lost it.

What are you gonna diagnose me with

this time then?

Lone Man in the Woods Syndrome?

Well, I haven't snapped!

I haven't lost it!

I've finally got the f***ing proof!

And there's no way you can send me back to

that f***ing clinic. Do you understand me?

Martin, I do not want

to send you back, okay!

Look, nobody does! Listen to me!

Lyla! Lyla, did we...

Did we once say that we wanted

to send him back to the hospital?

Did we?

No, Marty, honest.

See? See?

But you gotta stop rambling, man.

You gotta give me a sense of...

what's going on in your head.

All right? Otherwise, I'm gonna be forced

to start making some phone calls.

Is that clear?

Is that...

Yes.

You sound more and more

like Pop every day.

Is that clear?

Can you get a load of this guy?

He's not the same kid we used to call

Special Ed. Remember that?

What is in the basement?

- Answer me!

- It's a pod!

- A pod.

- Yeah.

- What's a pod?

- Great.

It's a pod. It's a pod! It's...

Do you know what they used us for

during that colossal

goat f*** out in the desert?

It wasn't for combat! It was for tests!

For experimental tests and their effect

on the average soldier.

- Like lab rats?

- Yeah, lab rats.

You're saying you were

experimented on, Marty?

Man, I'm not saying it.

I was experimented on, Ed.

- Who experimented on you?

- Who do you think?

- What kind of experiments?

- Supplements at first. Pills, right?

Pills that would f***ing keep you awake

for four days straight, without any crash.

And then, there were the ones

that would suddenly, magically

make you forget where we were

for the last 12-14 hours of our lives!

- Did they hurt you?

- I don't know if they hurt me!

I was blacked out! But I do know...

I do know that guys started getting sick.

Come, man, I knew that much!

I know it! I know it! I saw it!

They would get sick! They'd faint!

And they'd vomit!

And then some guys... Oh, f***, some guys

would just straight-up disappear!

But, no, no, no, stop, that's not

the point I'm trying to make, okay?

- Marty, what...

- What happened during the blackouts?

Lyla, please! Okay, Marty,

what are you trying to say?

I don't know what happened during the blackouts

which is why they call them blackouts, Ed!

What do you mean, "Lyla, please"?

Jesus, are you hearing this?

- They did tests on him!

- Listen to me!

But there was always this one thing!

I kept hearing guys whispering about it.

You'd hear these guys talking

about this training program

with a new kind of soldier.

You know, I thought it was just guys

trying to scare new recruits into obedience.

But this one time...

Oh, my God, this one time.

I woke up right in the middle of it.

- Where were you?

- Lyla!

- Shut up, Ed.

- I was in a lab,

I was in some sort of

lab tank or something,

and there was this thing.

This thing...

it was just tearing into

one of the bigger guys.

He f***ing bunked a couple

of beds next to me

and I saw it just tear him apart!

- What was it?

- It was the new experiment.

Now you're with me.

It was the new experiment, man.

It was the pod!

I saw that thing in the flesh!

The same one that followed me here

or a similar looking one!

I got it, man! I f***ing proved it!

Christ almighty.

- What?

- Nothing.

No, no, what? Say it, what?

- Nothing.

- What?

So you were experimented on...

and you came to in some lab,

some Army base lab. Right? Is that right?

- Am I getting it right, so far?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And when he did,

you saw something, like a pod?

A pod?

- Is that right?

- Look, is that so ridiculous?

Do you seriously want me

to answer that question?

F***, man!

Oswald, Whitman, Timothy, f***ing McVeigh,

what do they have in common?

Tell me what they had in common?

They were all soldiers.

They were all brainwashed, fall guys,

who took then hit and then

what happened to them?

They got f***ing nailed

to the cross for it. Okay?

But now imagine if there is no mess!

Imagine if your nameless, faceless entity

your unidentifiable, untraceable pod

goes into the Alfred P. Murrah Building

in downtown Oklahoma City at 9:02 am

and blows itself up instead!

Right? There is no fall guy.

You don't need a John Doe #2.

There is none! Okay?

This thing is programmed

to do all the vile sh*t you need!

And if anything gets in its way,

it'll tear it to f***ing pieces!

Just like it did

to that big guy in the bunker.

And just like it f***ing did to Artie.

Okay.

There is no evidence.

There are no fingers to point.

And that, you son of a b*tch,

that is a f***ing pod!

So you just found one of these things?

Just roaming around

in the middle of nowhere Maine.

- Yes! Yes! Yes.

- Yeah?

That's what I've been

trying to say all along! Yes.

Who f***ing knows how many

could be out there right now.

- Okay, how did it find you then?

- That's a good f***ing question, Ed.

Now he's talking f***ing business.

Now you're getting to the heart of it.

I'll tell you how they f***ing found me,

because of this.

What?

- Did you do that to yourself?

- F*** yeah.

- How?

- Pair of pliers, big boy.

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