The Discovery Page #4

They had fears and desires,

they could exercise?

I don't think it's weird.

I think it's f***ing sad.

- Maybe they went someplace better.

- Maybe they went someplace worse.

Maybe they went someplace

that we can't even begin to comprehend.

All the more reason to see

what your dad's machine shows us.

Sh*t.

What?

"Fifty-two, massive coronary."

Will...

meet Pat Phillips.

Pat Phillips, this is Will.

I don't like that creepy room

Cooper put me in.

I'm gonna sleep in your room tonight.

Top or bottom?

We could talk, you know.

When I'm nervous,

I talk too much or not at all.

Well, you're safe here.

I mean... nothing leaves the bunk beds.

When I first got here

and they gave me that jumpsuit,

it had a V etched on it.

I wonder what that stood for.

"Visitor," maybe?

Is that a guess?

That was a pretty good guess.

It's like one of those

really obvious answers

that only seems obvious

after you find out about it.

Were you really smart growing up?

I bet you were.

I was told that I demonstrated an early

ability to recognize spatial patterns,

whatever that means.

I always took it as one of those things

a teacher tells to a parent

to make them feel better

about their shitty kid.

Like, "Gordon is very good

at drawing circles.

Gordon draws circles at a more

advanced level than the other children."

These bunk beds really worked out well,

'cause they spared me the awkwardness of

having to tell you I'm not gonna f*** you.

Sorry, all I heard was something

about circles and not f***ing me.

I don't wanna be the only f***ed up person

on this bunk bed, Will.

Maybe... tell me about your mom now.

There's not much to tell.

She killed herself.

On their anniversary.

How did she do it?

She made them dinner,

and... my dad didn't

even come out of his office.

If he'd even just hinted

that he gave a sh*t, I mean, who knows?

But he couldn't be bothered.

So, she went upstairs...

took a bath instead and, uh...

Yeah, the next morning

I found her in the tub.

And so, you left?

Yeah, I had to.

I couldn't be around it. I knew.

It's like everything that was recognizable

sort of instantly became unrecognizable.

Sometimes I feel like I'm taking

someone else's spot and then I feel sad.

How do you mean?

Like, being here alive is a waste

because... I don't enjoy it,

I'm not happy or grateful...

and I'm taking a spot away

from someone who

maybe would've gotten

something more out of it.

Yeah.

I guess I don't think it works that way.

Here's something I haven't heard

anyone talk about.

Do animals have an afterlife?

Bunnies, kittens, pigs, monkeys.

What happens to them after they die?

I mean, I feel like they really deserve

an afterlife.

Do they have their own animal afterlife?

And if they do,

is it subdivided by species?

Because it feels like something

as profound as an afterlife

shouldn't practice segregation.

And what happens to a child?

Hold hands till we fall asleep?

This doesn't seem entirely fair.

Shh.

Yeah, okay.

Lacey?

Okay, Toby?

Did you hit...? Hit it again.

Again.

Hit it again.

I'm hitting it.

Hit it again.

- You're gonna fry the body.

- Toby, hit it again.

Again.

Hit it again.

Again. Hit it again.

Is this just a setback or...?

I'm really not sure.

Are you gonna see him?

Or are you just gonna continue

to ignore it?

I'm sorry... I can't.

Of course you can't.

Story of your f***ing life.

Just run away

and leave me to deal with the mess.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing with my body?

Your body, uh, is to be cremated at noon,

so, I'm getting it ready.

We do still have a little time

to prep a redo.

Redo? Guys, come on.

You almost fried the body.

You do this redo,

you're gonna cremate him early. All right?

Toby, rustle up a van. Will's right.

It's good.

Seeing you back in the labs again,

it's good.

It's where you belong.

Toby, I want you to locate me

a new corpse, immediately.

Hey. Can I ask you something?

- Okay.

- How'd you end up here?

Why?

I came home and found my dad

and my sister hanging in my living room.

To get there.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. They didn't want me to come.

Can you imagine feeling abandoned

'cause your dad left you out

of the family suicide?

What's wrong with you?

Oh.

Nothing, I'm just... I'm processing.

I mean, do you ever get out of your head

even for one minute?

Let's do an experiment.

Look at me and tell me

the first thing that comes to your mind.

I'm driving.

Okay.

I don't know you very well.

I think you're beautiful, and alive,

and if you killed yourself,

it wouldn't just be sad,

it would be a tragedy.

Shut up.

- You want the head or the feet?

- Head.

Okay.

"Oh, hey, Isla. What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing much, Jim.

I'm just... lugging a corpse

through a parking lot."

- Why'd you go with "Jim"?

- Don't be jealous of hypothetical Jim.

Believe me, if hypothetical Jim

makes you not wanna kill yourself,

I can be supportive.

Do we just leave it here?

Believe it or not, it's my first time

returning a corpse, so... I'm improvising.

Hi, yeah, um, I was just driving by

and this is kind of weird,

but there seems to be, like,

a dead body laying in your parking lot.

- That was pretty good.

- Shut up. Get out.

- I'm saying you're doing a good job. Fine.

- Stop it. Sorry. Yeah, no, bad...

Bad reception on the island. Um...

Yeah, the body seems to be abandoned,

and... I don't know.

Unless, of course, you guys are playing

some sort of f***ed-up scavenger hunt.

Okay. Yes, thank you. Bye.

- How'd that go?

- It went really well.

Okay. You're, like, weirdly good at that.

- Oh.

- Here they are.

They're pretty confused.

What do you think they're thinking?

I don't know, but I think Pat Phillips

has had a really tough few days.

We're both going to hell.

Yeah. Whatever the afterlife is, I guess.

I don't know. Just stupid.

Are you gonna see him?

Or are you just gonna continue

to ignore it?

I'm sorry... I can't.

Of course you can't.

Story of your f***ing life.

Just run away

and leave me to deal with the mess.

What if this life is just a dream?

Can I borrow your truck? Just for...

I have to go get some stuff.

As far as our records indicate,

we've had 23 patients

with the name Phillips on file.

- How accurate are your records?

- Accurate.

I would love to see that list.

Mm. I'm sure you would.

What the f***?

Are you looking for something?

Maybe you can help me. Um...

- Did there used to be a hallway here?

- Used to.

They did a little remodeling.

Took their sweet-ass time with it, too.

I'm sorry, how long ago was that remodel?

About a decade ago.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Where have you been?

This is, uh... This is interesting.

Okay, thank you, Toby.

Thank you, my boy.

Well, hello to you all.

As always, it's a pleasure.

When you all first got here, you...

You used this, uh, piece of equipment.

The questionnaire.

And your answers are

what allowed you to stay here,

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