The Discovery Page #5

so, basically... a trust was built.

But lately, I'm beginning to wonder

if perhaps we're getting

just a little too comfortable here.

There's a lot of loose talk going on.

And it makes me think that

we just might be losing a little focus.

Lacey, would you join me, please?

- What's going on?

- It's okay. Relax.

Would you like to tell us

how long you've been here?

Um... just over a year.

Just over a year.

You were one of the first.

How have you been treated?

Have you been treated well?

- Have I been good to you?

- You've been wonderful.

- Why are you talking to me like this?

- I've been wonderful.

If I've been wonderful, then why are you

telling your peers about the device,

and particularly...

why are you saying it failed?

Speak up.

Um...

It's okay.

I just told one person.

It slipped out when I had mentioned

how the new girl was invited.

You mean Isla.

You were displeased

when I invited her here, weren't you?

It's just that some people who have been

here much longer weren't asked.

Tell everyone where I found you.

Thomas.

It's okay.

This is a safe place.

In the woods.

Go on.

I had a gun.

And where was that gun aimed?

At my chest.

Right next to your heart.

Usually, it's the head...

or the barrel goes into the mouth.

I don't know that I've ever seen it

done that way before.

I'm sorry.

Please don't lose faith in me.

"Faith."

Oh, God.

I have such contempt for that word.

Show me someone who relies on faith

and I'll show you someone

who's given up control

over whatever it is they believe.

Sorry, there's nothing more

I can do for you.

Thomas, please.

Pack up your belongings.

Say your goodbyes.

That was a hell of a show out there.

Come on, Will.

You think I don't know a lot

of this is bullshit?

You give meaning to people who think

they have no more reason to live.

The jumpsuit, the chain of command,

the theatrics.

It gives them purpose.

And I care about them.

Yeah. Someone should tell that to Lacey.

You... You can pretend all you want

that the reason you left was

because you stopped approving of my work.

Work, by the way, that we did together.

But I think we both know this was never

about the Discovery for you.

- It was always about your mother.

- Yes, of course it was about Mom for me.

Just because you wanna pretend

like Mom did not happen...

doesn't mean that I'm going to.

- Hey. Can I show you something?

- What?

- Just come with me. Please.

- Sorry.

Wait.

- What is this?

- That's what I'm trying to figure out.

- You were gonna keep this from me?

- No, I'm... I'm showing you now.

And I was afraid of what you might do.

All right, so, the afterlife...

This is the afterlife?

How can it be the afterlife if we're

in the same parking lot in that recording?

Then what is it?

My theory is that my father invented

something that records memory.

You've heard him go on and on

about the subconscious.

I understand that you wanted this

to be something different.

The proof is overwhelming

that that's a Pat Phillips memory.

Proof shouldn't be overwhelming.

It should be definitive.

Where the f*** are we going?

If what we're seeing

on that video happened in real life,

I'm gonna find out exactly when.

Since this hospital opened, there have

been 23 patients named Phillips.

But based on the model of his truck,

I can eliminate any Phillips

from before the year 2000.

Yeah, but even after 2000,

doesn't that leave a lot of names?

That hospital room doesn't exist anymore,

so, we can also cross off

any Phillips from the past decade.

That leaves us with one.

"Connor Phillips"?

That's him.

That's Pat Phillips' dad.

He died here 13 years ago.

So, it does just record a memory?

It's pretty f***ed up

what happened today, huh? With Lacey?

She spoke out of turn.

And she knew the rules.

She basically helped write them.

It's just you and me talking.

You don't believe that.

Stop telling me what I believe, Will.

Proving the existence of an afterlife

destroyed Dad's own life.

That's what I believe.

Yeah... everybody else's, too.

Dad has no intention...

of showing anything the machine records

with the outside world.

That's why he lost it

when Lacey told people.

If he has no intention

of showing what it does to anybody,

why is he doing it, huh? What's the point?

"Why is he doing it?"

"Why is he doing it?"

Let's see.

Well...

he'll tell you

about the millions of people who died,

and he'll tell you about

finishing his work to honor them.

I heard that yesterday.

I've been hearing that

for the past two years now.

And I just... smile and nod and agree...

like the idiot son,

but I do understand things.

I know Mom died...

Not died. She killed herself.

She killed herself.

And when you look...

at what Dad spent his life working on,

and when you look at the way

Mom killed herself, how she did it...

how would Dad not feel a little anger

on top of his guilt?

Hmm?

Dad does need... to know.

He needs to know

that she made it somewhere.

He overreacted, that's all.

He'll come to his senses,

and, uh, Lacey will be back by tomorrow.

Dad always comes to his senses.

It's not a memory, Will.

What?

On his left arm in that exact spot,

there was a different tattoo.

- How is that possible?

- I don't know, but in the lab, I saw it.

It wasn't a lighthouse.

It was waves on his arm.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

It's not a memory.

This is something else.

If it's not a memory, then what is it?

Everything we've seen

doesn't exist anymore.

I mean, the hospital room's gone,

Pat Phillips, obviously gone.

We need to find something in this video

that still exists.

The... The woman. There's a...

Her.

We have Connor Phillips' address

on his death certificate.

So, I say that we go

down there tomorrow...

and we see if somebody

can help us track her down.

Will, why are we back here?

I don't know what's waiting for us

at that house, and I...

Do you remember I told you

about my accident when I was a kid?

Yeah, when you lied to your mom

about what you saw.

I didn't lie.

I didn't lie.

This is where I saw whatever...

Whatever it is that I saw.

This is the beach.

I used to come here when I was a kid,

like... I was drawn to it.

Or it made me feel better.

Anyway... Um...

when I saw you walking into the water

the other day, that's...

That's why I was here.

What?

I had a son...

and he was five years old.

And I fell asleep...

just for a second.

And when I woke up, he was gone.

At first I thought I wasn't supposed

to meet you... or feel anything.

But maybe I was wrong.

Um, hi. Is this the Phillips residence?

Connor... Did you know Connor Phillips?

Pat Phillips? Can you speak English?

Okay.

Okay, well, that's clearly not the woman

from the video.

Maybe they moved or something.

Should we see

if they have the new address?

I don't know. I don't know.

Can I help you?

I haven't seen my brother in years.

I'd call it more of a loss for her

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