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this meeting.

Good news for both

of us tonight.

Cool, I'll clean up.

Where is it at?

Don't worry about it.

Just chill.

You are a mountain.

You are a hundred miles high.

Hey there.

Gerald running late?

Yeah.

I am stuck with you.

-How are you?

-Fine. What's wrong?

Nothing, um...

I'm not moving into design,

and that's okay.

Look, I'll talk to Gerald,

it's cool.

Well, people...

People are getting...

I am sure

it's not your fault.

-Don't worry about it.

-You're being let go.

It's... what?

-Look at your face.

-You're being let go today.

You've worked here for seven

years, and they like you,

but they're killing off

half your department,

it has nothing

to do with...

With anything.

No one else is leaving?

They want you to remove

your stuff within the hour.

Okay. Yeah.

-Hold on.

-No, it's... okay.

-Look...

-cool, maybe later.

You are a flash

of lightning

in the darkness

of night.

Hang on. Let's flip

the piece of paper.

It's nice.

Okay,

this is so silly.

This is gonna help me at work

to stand up for myself more,

-hearing your voice.

-Okay.

Okay.

Besides,

I'm gonna be a dad,

so, you know,

I need to have a real job.

Do you have

sulfuric acid?

Yeah, down the left aisle.

What happens if you get it

on your face?

It would probably

burn your face off.

You don't wanna

have it on there.

Wyatt?

Yeah.

-Yeah.

-What's wrong with your phone?

I tried calling you like 20 times.

I was worried about you.

Sorry, I dropped

my cell on the sidewalk.

I think I broke it.

It smells absolutely

terrible down here.

-How was work?

-Fine.

What are you doing?

It's just some stuff

from the old job.

I thought maybe

I could sell it.

-Old tools.

-That's great.

I lost my job.

You wanna grab

something to eat?

There's something

I wanna talk to you about.

Hello.

It's probably just someone

pushing all the buttons.

Does that happen a lot?

What do you want

to talk to me about?

It's Mara.

Stop it.

Are you gonna leave

her out there?

Yes, I'm gonna

leave her out there.

Hey.

-Hi.

-Sorry I didn't hear. Did you buzz?

Yeah, no. Sorry.

I was just in

the neighborhood.

Hi, Wyatt.

Hey.

I found this

because I forgot

to throw it away.

Cool. I'll need it,

is what you're saying?

Okay, I should...

I should go.

I'm sorry. Can you... do you

want to come in for a second?

Just a second. Okay.

-Okay.

-It's disgusting.

Yeah.

It's really healthy.

My god.

Dude.

What's your favorite... what?

It's...

It's really lame.

It's...

Well, I mean, hopefully if they

follow the Isaac Asimov rules,

then everything

would be okay,

but that, that requires that we

actually program them properly.

But anyway, let's stop

talking about this.

Because I'm...

Enough, enough.

That's your favorite novel?

That or

"lord of the rings" tied.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Why anything

that isn't black tea?

Okay, hold on. I know this

amazing place on Norman

that has incredible tea.

Plus it comes

in a fancy tin.

I'll go get it, okay?

It doesn't matter.

You need to go?

No.

-Cool.

-Okay.

Is Sandy okay?

She asked

about you actually.

She's different

than you might think.

Awkward.

Hey, I got a phone message

the other day from someone.

At first

I didn't know who it was.

Weird.

You don't know

who that could be, right?

I don't think it was her.

This is gonna sound

weird, but...

Do you ever hear

anything that's not there?

Actually, I do.

I get kind of a choir.

It comes and goes,

just a couple times a week.

It's a neurological thing.

My mom had it too,

except for her, it's jazz

that she just

couldn't switch off.

She, she thought it was, um,

some annoying, angelic jazz band

but I think it's just

my brain playing tricks.

Besides, if it was angels,

they'd be in tune.

You have perfect pitch?

Maybe. Sing something.

"B" flat.

I just made that up.

Hey, has Christian ever showed

you the roof, or the basement?

They're pretty cool.

-Really?

-Yeah.

You want to check them out,

instead of awkwardly waiting?

Okay.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Neato.

We're safe down here.

You guys could start

a band down here.

I've been getting

the supplies,

just like you said

to in your messages.

Um, should, should

we check out the roof?

No. They can't

hear us down here.

Where are they?

-Um...

-How do they infect us?

I know that you said

they're vulnerable to acid.

I got sulfuric.

You're acting really weird.

Okay.

Just tell me,

when is it gonna happen?

-I'm leaving.

-I need help.

Move before

I hurt you, Wyatt.

Mara had to leave.

Don't worry about it.

Okay.

What happened?

Okay, let me take

off my jacket.

Wyatt, this...

Okay.

-Okay?

-Okay.

Wyatt, what happened

with Mara?

You need to toughen up.

-Okay. Hang on.

-I knew this act of yours was bullshit.

-The new you, you're f***ing pathetic.

-I'm f***ing pathetic?

-Look at you.

-Wake up. This is real!

Do you have any idea

what they can do to you?

Do you think this is easy?

You f***ing p*ssy.

Come on.

You're too late,

soft boy.

Know that you cannot fight us.

You can feel us

already, can't you?

Inside your skull.

We believe

you are special.

We need the soft ones,

and you are the softest

we have found.

When we pull you

and your friend apart

ventricle by ventricle

and spread you out

like a soft red tree,

perhaps we will see

why even when you

had the chance,

so many people

did so little to stop us.

I love you, Wyatt.

So, I'm thinking about

inventing this food

that's literally

just balls of bacon

that you eat

with your hands.

Can you just slice

some cheddar?

I knew I got my ax

for a reason.

So I would get these

phone messages at night.

You know,

it was nightmares, I guess.

I got one last night,

but I hung up.

Is that pancake mix, too?

So, last year

I tried to kill myself,

and I went to talk

to this guy,

just one time,

and I called him

about you.

He's awesome.

He has a parrot

in his office.

When do I see him?

Tomorrow.

Make sure you wear

a straightjacket.

-Sorry.

-That's okay.

One matching luxury axe,

and vintage hatchet set.

That's good.

All-American.

Hold on a sec.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Then why did you buy them?

-It just turned out

the project I needed them

for didn't happen, so.

I just want to make sure that

Christian and Mara can be okay.

And I'm leaving tomorrow so...

Look at me.

I'm Sandy I almost died.

And now I got

a pillow on my neck.

Is that supposed to be funny

Wyatt, or psycho Wyatt?

I know Mara

has her own thing,

but she really liked

your stupid buddy.

Yeah, he likes her too.

What was it, anyway?

CIA tapping your brain?

You got bugs

under your skin?

-It wasn't... it was nothing.

-Killing zombies?

Were they

cloning you, Wyatt?

It was nothing.

Come on, you don't have to

be a b*tch, just tell me.

Like, what, what the

f*** was that about?

I thought...

-I mean, just tell me.

-I thought people were turning evil.

If you ever

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