Odyssey 5 s01e17 Episode Script

We saw the Earth destroyed.
And in a heartbeat,|everything and everyone we knew was gone.
There were five of us.
The crew of the space shuttle Odyssey.
And we were the only survivors.
A mysterious being|who called himself The Seeker rescued us and sent us back in time.
And now we have five years to live over.
Five years to discover who or what|destroyed the Earth.
Five years to stop it from happening again.
Richie? Are you in here? Richie, you little shithead, you better|get your butt in here and get to bed! Don't look at that!|l told you never to come in my room! -What was that on the computer?|-Just a game.
-So what are you building?|-Get out of here! Okay, but l'm warning you if you're not in bed, asleep,|before Charlie gets here, you're dead.
-This is the best.
|-lt gets better.
-What about your brother?|-He's in bed.
He sleeps like a bear in hibernation.
Oh, shit.
Richie, what are you doing? You weren't supposed to see it.
See what? You should have|minded your own business.
Who the hell is ringing the doorbell|at this hour of the morning? -What time is it, anyway?|-lt's about 6:00.
Well, it's either the sun coming up|or hell freezing over.
-Hi, Aunt Jenny.
|-Hi.
Chuck.
Well, l guess it's hell,|since you're here, with luggage.
-You have anything to do with this?|-Come on in, Aunt Jenny.
Answer my question.
|You have anything to do with this? l'm just.
l'm here to help wrap things up.
-lt ain't Christmas.
Wrap what things up?|-Paige's things.
-Paige's things don't need wrapped up.
|-Really? So you've written all the thank-you notes?|You've done something with all her stuff? Have you ordered a headstone yet? My wife dies,|and l got to write thank-you notes? Yeah, l think we could use her help, Dad.
You know the first word this woman said|to me in 15 years, is right now? -So what?|-So before that the only thing she'd ever have to say to me|is some passive-aggressive attack which would elucidate her perfections -and my lack thereof.
|-You know what? Never fucking mind.
No, no, no.
Hold on.
Dad, we could use|some family right now, okay? Because in case you haven't noticed,|ours keeps shrinking.
-lt's okay, Neil.
l'll call you.
|-No, no.
lt's not okay.
You two need to let the water|go under the goddamn bridge.
Shit.
Hey, Zack.
How you doing, my friend? Know what? l'm doing a little research on comas and there's evidence that music can actually|be heard by persons in a coma.
So your mum told me you like|the Budro Sisters, so.
l believe country music|to be America's most unfortunate invention.
But if you like it here goes.
God, the chords alone could wake you up.
Hey, Zack, you got a great mother,|you know? She's really hurting right now,|so she could use you waking up.
All right? All right, buddy.
-Hey.
|-Hey.
-What's wrong?|-l just want you to know that l fought this.
But it came from upstairs,|so don't kill the messenger.
-What?|-Sarah, they're bringing in a co-anchor.
-What?|-Yeah.
Oh, hell, no! -Sarah--|-l am the only anchor here, Troy.
Yes, and you're one of the last|of a dying breed, Sarah.
No local newscasts|have a solo anchor anymore.
-lt's no reflection on you.
|-Oh, the hell it ain't.
They just think that it's time|that we team you up with someone.
But why? So we can be like kissy-kissy, buddy-buddy,|and do everything but report the news? -Yeah.
|-Well, who is he? -lt's a she.
|-A she? lt's Kayli Haynes.
-From Austin?|-Yeah.
She's huge there.
|Why the hell would she wanna come here? This is the next step on the network track.
|Houston, and New York or L.
A.
What, so l'm just a rung on the ladder|for her to step on? No.
You are the woman|who got on the ladder first.
-She has to follow you up.
|-That's really smooth.
Tell a girl her career is going|on the downslide and make her feel good about it,|all in the same sentence.
Sarah, your career is not on the downslide.
TJl.
Not much time.
Okay, this replaces the zoo story.
|B-roll footage.
l want you to see the visuals|that go along with the copy.
-You've got less than five minutes.
|-Five minutes.
-Look, l'll leave you to it.
|-Yeah, you'd better.
But you better be here after this broadcast,|because this conversation is not over.
After the broadcast,|we have dinner reservations.
And l refuse to discuss work|over surf and turf.
Surf and turf.
''An 18-year-old woman|was electrocuted last night ''in the Houston suburb of Deer Park.
''Her 10-year-old brother has been arrested|and charged with murder ''for allegedly pushing|an electrical appliance into the hot tub ''that was occupied by the woman|and her boyfriend.
'' -Hello.
|-You're late.
A brilliant observation.
Have you ordered anything tasty|for me, darling? How would l know what you want? Oh, darling, l'm hurt.
You haven't learnt|my culinary tastes by now? l don't think they serve martinis here,|my friend.
l'll stick to water.
Same colour.
Thank you.
Where are Neil and Angela? Angela's doing adverse-wind training|at Ellington.
Neil's doing a little research for me.
Well, l never thought l'd say this, but it's good to have you back|at the round table, Chuckie.
Really? Well, l can't say it's good|to be back, Kurtrude.
And just for the record,|the only reason why l'm back is l ain't got fuck-all else to do.
Which brings us to the reason|for Sarah's little powwow.
Yeah.
Okay, a story l was doing|caught my attention.
A 10-year-old boy named Richie Lewis|was arrested for the murder of his big sister.
-And?|-And here's the thing, okay? Last month, l did a story on a fire|that burnt down a family home and killed everyone in it except for|a 10-year-old girl named Kelly Jones.
Well, that sucks,|but what's it got to do with us? Because in the old timeline, Kelly Jones|was the one arrested.
Richie Lewis wasn't.
So somebody scrambled with the timeline.
Yeah, but don't you think|it's an awfully big coincidence that two 10-year-old kids|killed family members in a month within a mile from one another? Yeah, l think it's a coincidence,|but l don't see what it's got to do fuck-all|with the Earth blowing up.
l do.
l've been checking into a MUD|that Sarah found out this kid Richie.
-Did you tell them?|-Yeah, l did.
Okay, this kid Richie was playing.
MUD? What's that, a new word? No, MUD.
M-U-D, it's a multi-user domain.
|lt's online.
Richie was obsessed with it.
You'll never guess the name of the company|that provides the server.
-Bet l do.
|-Leviathan Systems.
-Leviathan.
|-That enough evidence for you? Yeah, l suppose it is.
-Please, come in.
|-Thanks.
Kelly will be so excited to talk|to a real live TV star.
l doubt that.
Yet, isn't it refreshing|how she rolls up her sleeves and does the work all by herself? And you are? This is Dr Kurt Matheson.
|He's going to be assisting me with my research on the effects|of traumatic events on a child psyche.
How's Kelly doing? Oh, well, Kelly is a very resilient child.
|She's bounced back quickly.
She seems to be doing well|in her new school.
She's handling the whole tragedy|much better than l am.
The only thing that's worrying me|is that she's had three seizures.
-She never had one before the fire.
|-What did the doctor say? The latest theory is that|the seizures are psychosomatic because she's repressing her emotions.
-That's not to say that it's not possible.
|-Oh, Kelly.
This is Sarah Forbes.
|Recognise her from TV? -No.
|-Sure you do.
-She reads the news.
|-l hate the news.
That's okay.
|l hated the news, too, when l was 10.
-lt's pretty boring.
|-Yeah.
Kelly, do you mind if l ask you|a couple of questions? No.
Well, then, please come in.
l bet you miss your parents a lot, too, huh? Not really.
Kelly, do you have any idea|how that fire got started? Aunt Adel doesn't play hopscotch|as good as my mom.
She plays checkers much better though.
l don't think the fire question's|gonna get an answer.
l miss my class at school, too,|especially Josh and Trudy.
This is Josh and Richie and Trudy.
|And that's me.
l can't believe no one made the connection.
|Those two kids were in the same class.
Because the time|the second murder happened Kelly was in a different school.
Nobody even bothered|to check her old school.
What are you doing? l thought it would be easier on you|if l did this for you.
Don't you think|you should have asked me first? l don't see a reason to.
l mean,|why would you keep Paige's clothing? What do you intend to do with all of it? l was thinking about|giving them to the Goodwill.
That's what they did with Dad's stuff.
Actually, Mom sent me|a couple of boxes of Dad's stuff.
-She did?|-Yeah.
She didn't tell me.
l'd love to see it.
l mean,|it might bring back some nice memories.
Be my guest.
l never opened them boxes.
l gave this to Paige two years ago|for her birthday.
She loved cashmere.
l loved her in it.
l don't really know|if l want some stranger wearing this stuff.
l'm sorry.
l guess|l should have checked with you first.
Yeah.
You should have.
l'll tell you what.
Why don't we,|you know, pick out the things that have special sentimental value to you and we'll put them aside,|and then we'll pack the rest? Everything in this house|has sentimental value, Jenny.
Everything.
Mr Taggart, my name is Howard Longe.
|l'm the principal of the school.
Yes, how do you do? This is my son, Neil.
-Hi.
|-Hi.
Pleased to meet you.
|You must be very proud.
Proud? Yeah, yeah.
Well, especially when Dad comes to speak|at career day at school.
He's just the greatest.
Well, your advance man here, he-- The man's name is Mendel.
Dr Kurt Mendel.
Yes, of course.
Mr Mendel.
He tells me that you're considering|a special NASA programme that'd hook up our school with the astronauts|in the lnternational Space Station.
Yup, that's the plan.
|Great opportunity for a school.
-Hi.
|-Good morning.
-Good morning, Mr Longe.
|-Good morning.
Hiya, kids.
l'm Chuck.
|You all working real hard? Yes.
Well, you can see this is our computer lab.
-Well, these are very fancy computers.
|-Well, it's nice.
You know, the best of everything.
l didn't think a public school would|have funding for something like this.
Well, most of them don't but this lab was given to us|by an anonymous benefactor.
Anonymous? You have no idea who donated this lab? No.
l'm guessing it would've been|maybe a parent of one of the kids who was about to start school.
But why anonymous? Well, anonymous donations are|a little more common than you might think.
You see, a lot of people, they don't|want attention drawn to their wealth.
You know, but we're, you know,|we're very pleased about the lab.
-The kids love it, parents love it.
|-So everything's perfect.
-l beg your pardon?|-l said, everything's perfect.
l mean, there's no complaints|whatsoever or nothing? No.
Well, there was one, you know,|time, a mother pulled her kid out.
Why? Well, as l recall,|it was something to do with a concern on a mother's part|about our lnternet policy.
She didn't like our limited restrictions|on access.
So you're doing an investigative story|on the school computer lab? -Yes.
|-l knew it.
l knew something was up with that place.
|That's why l pulled Joey out of it.
So you did suspect|that something was wrong? Yeah, well, l let Joey sign up for the class but after two weeks,|l started to notice the change.
Hey, Joey.
Did you notice anything unusual|in the computer lab? Joey, you're being impolite.
|Pause the game.
What? l'm sorry, Joey.
l know|you really wanna get back to your game.
l was just wondering if l could ask you|a couple of questions.
-Okay.
|-Okay.
So the two weeks that you were there did you notice anything strange|in the computer lab at all? Uh-uh.
-Can l play my game now?|-Joey, l told you-- Yeah, yeah.
No, it's okay.
-Hey, Joey, is that Gran Turismo?|-Yeah.
-Stick it on the dirt track, l'll race you.
|-Are you kidding? l'll kick your ass.
Well, bring it on, little man.
Let's go.
You said after a couple of weeks,|you noticed some changes.
What kind of changes? He became more introverted.
Quiet.
He didn't wanna play outside anymore.
lt was subtle.
|l think only a mother would notice.
-You think l'm paranoid?|-Oh no, no, not at all.
'Cause literally two days after he started|that class, his whole personality changed.
Something bad was affecting my boy|in that computer lab.
l believe you.
l'm a mother, too, and any time there's|a change in my little boy l can feel it, even if nobody else can.
-You have a boy?|-Yeah.
-How old is he?|-He's five.
-He must be beautiful with a mom like you.
|-Thank you.
Yeah, he is.
Oh, no! Come on,|how did you know about that shortcut? l'm gonna beat you by a whole lap.
Hey, Joey, you ever play any MUDs? l can't race anymore.
l got homework.
-May l be excused?|-Sure.
Hi, honey.
Got a big corned-beef sandwich.
|Your favourite.
Thought maybe the smell|would wake you up.
Where'd that come from? That sweet man.
l told him you liked the Sisters.
Sarah! Glad you're here.
|l was just giving your new partner a tour.
-Kayli Haynes, Sarah--|-Forbes.
-l have been a fan of yours for years.
|-Thank you.
ln fact, you're one of the women|l studied to improve my performance.
-You're definitely one of the best.
|-Now you're just blowing smoke up my ass.
-Absolutely.
|-l just wanted to make sure.
Listen, l want us to be friends since we are gonna play friends|on TV and all.
l'm sure we will be.
-l think that went well.
|-Yeah, yeah.
l really believe|you gave the family false hope, Dr Mendel.
l didn't promise them anything.
l merely told them l was studying|the genetic link to mental illness.
-Then why did they grant you full access?|-Why don't you ask them? Hello, Richie.
My name is Dr Kurt Mendel.
|This is my associate, Neil.
Hey, Richie, what are you playing there? -Dragon Battle.
|-Dragon Battle.
Legacy of Fire? Mmm-hmm.
-You play?|-Yeah, a little bit.
Richie, can you tell us about your sister? l'm through level one and two already.
|l have plenty of time to play here.
l bet.
Hey, Richie, do you have|an Ethernet web connection for that thing? Doctor! Okay.
Okay.
-ls he gonna be all right?|-He bit his tongue almost clean through.
-Can l ask you something?|-Yeah.
ls there any significance to the child's|Game Boy being hooked up to the lnternet? No.
Not that l know of.
Why? lt's just that the detective that was here|this morning asked the same question.
lt seems like an odd question|for both of you.
And when you asked the question, well,|that's when Richie had his seizures.
Really? Did you happen to get|the name of this detective? l can do better than that.
l have his card.
-No, he's fine.
Really.
|-Good, good.
Because it's come to my attention|that some of the kids at the computer lab at school have been having seizures.
-Oh, my God.
|-So Joey isn't having them? -No.
|-Good.
That's good to hear.
Do you think there's a risk|he's gonna start having them? Well, if he hasn't started having them,|then he probably won't.
And besides, he wasn't exposed to the lab|as long as some of the other kids were.
-Right?|-Yeah.
So you came all this way to check|on my little boy's health? What, is this part of the story? No, it's not part of the story.
lt's just that my own little boy has been sick.
So these things tend to hit me|right in the gut.
l'm really sorry to hear that.
|But l hope he'll be okay.
Thank you.
Oh so you'll call me if he exhibits|any symptoms at all? l will.
Thank you.
He's fine, really.
-Do you like that one?|-Like? l don't think that's the right sentiment.
|l don't like any of this.
Why don't we just let|the cemetery pick something that fits? Fits? Yeah, just let the cemetery|pick something that fits with all the other stones|around Paige's stone.
l mean, we don't wanna|pick something that's, like a gigantic monolith that's gonna overwhelm|something little, modest next to it.
Yeah, it'd be disrespectful|to her neighbours.
Well, let's just pick|something fairly modest then.
Okay, l'll tell you what, sis.
|Why don't you pick it? You're the one who always had|the great aesthetic choice in the family.
Have you given any thought|to the inscription? -Hell, no.
|-Well, l always thought that Dad's was nice.
-lt says--|-''Loving husband and father.
Brave pilot.
'' l never thought you went to his grave.
Now why would you assume that? Well, l kind of just thought that,|since you didn't come to his funeral-- -Here we go.
|-Well, you should've been there.
What l should've done|is never let you in the door yesterday.
All right.
Come on, guys.
Not here, please.
l like that sentiment.
|''Loving wife and mother.
'' Great, that'll work.
|Tell you what, you handle it.
-Miss Haynes, l need to mike you.
|-Oh, okay.
-Hey.
|-Hey.
-Who does the lights around here?|-Me and Fred.
Could you or Fred kick up|that 10K backlight for me? Give a little more highlight to my hair.
And could you send|that camera guy over, please? Does this mean|you'll never speak to me again? -l'm thinking about it.
|-You know l was opposed to this, right? -Yeah, l know you were.
|-Stand by.
ln 30.
Cover me, l'm going in.
and l never wanna know|that you went any closer than here.
-Hey.
|-Sarah.
l am so excited.
Aren't you? -Not as excited as that sound guy.
|-l beg your pardon? And five.
Good evening, Houston.
Tonight marks a very special occasion|for KNBS as we welcome a new member|to the Action Edition team.
-My new co-anchor, Kayli Haynes.
|-Sarah, it's great to be here.
And l can't think of a person|with whom l'd rather share a desk.
Well, Kayli, l'm just happy to have|some of the workload taken off my chest.
No doubt.
Speaking of workload,|shall we do the news? Yes.
An arrest was made today in the|robbery shooting death of two elderly men in Memorial Park last week.
-Hi.
|-Hey, how are you? -Fine.
|-Wanna come out? Did you know there's such a thing|as a grave-marker showroom? l don't think it really started to sink in|until l was looking at those markers, Hol.
l mean, a grave's just a patch of grass|till you stick a headstone on it, you know? Something tolean flowers on and to visit.
Sorry, l just really needed to talk to you.
|My dad's not much of a listener.
-Neil.
|-Well, what is it? What's wrong? Nothing.
l just don't want this to go where it went|last time you needed a shoulder.
Do you think that's why l came over here? Damn it.
Yeah.
Yeah, l thought we had a date|for a little B and E.
Shit.
Yeah, l didn't realise how late it was.
|Yeah, l'll be there in 10 minutes.
That's good 'cause I like to have company|when I'm breaking the law.
Yeah.
Holly, l gotta go.
|Can we talk about this later? Fine.
What are they doing here? lt's the weekend.
l don't think my eggs|are gonna mix too well with the burnt whatever the hell this is in this pan.
Your eggs? The eggs in this house are my eggs, Sister and that's my spaghetti, which l like burnt.
-Why the hell did you come here, anyway?|-l told you already.
-To help you deal with Paige's stuff.
|-You haven't talked to me in 15 years.
You come all the way down here|to box up some sweaters.
Okay, you wanna know why l came here? lt's because of something that Neil said|at the memorial service.
He stood there, all 1 7 years of him and he said, ''15 years is too damn long|to hold a grudge.
'' -l ain't holding no grudge.
|-He was talking about me.
Oh.
-So he was right, and here l am.
|-So l'm forgiven, just like that? What makes you think you have something|to be forgiven for? Now don't start that tap dance|with me, Sister.
lt's not a tap dance, Chuck.
l would like to understand it though.
l mean, l know that you and Dad|didn't exactly have a good relationship but it was his funeral for Christ's sake.
You know, Sis,|l'm dealing with one recent funeral.
l ain't got time to open up|and dredge up another.
-Should have been there for Mom and me.
|-You're right, l should have.
What? l said you're right.
|l should've been there for Mom and you.
Just another one of those irresponsible|moves you like to remind me of.
Then help me out with this, Chuck.
Why?|That's all l wanna understand.
Why not go to his funeral? Because l didn't like him!|And he didn't like me! So l didn't think he wanted me at his party.
-That's ridiculous.
|-Yeah, l know it's ridiculous.
Well, let's just suffice it to say|that someone or something recently has brought me to a little enlightenment|about Dad.
-What enlightenment?|-That, my little sister, is my business.
Fine.
Okay, then.
Why didn't you explain this to me|a long time ago? A long time ago?|What, you got soap in your ears? l just said it happened recently.
Okay, then why didn't you call me recently? l did call you recently|and left you a message recently and you didn't call me back.
As a matter of fact, recently you were|in this very goddamn house at a memorial service|and you did not recently say shit to me.
Fuck! -l'm an asshole.
|-Come again? l said l'm an asshole! Well, you said it, l didn't.
|l got to be someplace.
Why don't we just go into that lab|and pull the plug? Because there's no telling what|could happen to these kids' brains if we interrupt whatever's going on|in that lab.
Yeah, we don't know what'll happen|if we don't.
None of the kids who are still|in class are having seizures.
Are you sure about that? No, but we do know that the ones|who have been pulled out Kelly and Richie,|are having very violent seizures.
Yeah, Joey Grossman was pulled out.
|He's not having any.
Well, that's because he was only there|a short time.
All this bullshit is academic.
Look, let me reduce it for you.
lf one of these pieces-of-computer-code|freaks is behind all this what we wanna know is,|is what does it want with these kids? Okay, that was my contact at the P.
D.
l had her run a name of the detective|whose card you got from the doctor and there is no Sam Jakowski|in the police department.
So l had her run a reverse search|on the phone number on the card.
lt's a cell-phone number.
lt's not even listed.
So who is this guy? Yeah, and why is he asking questions that someone might ask|if they knew about Sentients? Well, there's one way to find out.
Can't see anyone.
That's him, you guys.
Guess what? We were right.
All right.
Let's go.
Mr Jakowski, l presume? -Yeah.
Smith?|-Well, actually, Smith ain't my real name.
-Yeah, l guessed that.
|-Any more than Jakowski ain't yours.
What? Tell me what your sentient wants|with those children.
Answer the damn question,|you piece of ooze.
This is boring me shitless.
|l say we torture him.
Though l'm sure you|would enjoy doing that l'm not sure it would accomplish anything.
And anyway,|does this synthetic even feel pain? Why don't we find out? No.
-Don't.
|-What? l am not comfortable with the idea|of torture, okay? lt's not right.
lt is a machine.
lt is not animal, vegetable|or mineral.
lt is a fucking machine.
You wouldn't have tortured Harry that way.
No, l wouldn't have tortured Harry that way,|but Harry didn't kill my wife.
Chuck.
Now tell me what your streaky-deaky leader|is doing with these kids and why.
Chuck, you might disrupt|his circuitry permanently.
-So what?|-So what? ln a sense, you'd kill him.
Well, it better tell me what l wanna know|before that happens, right? -Neil, talk to him.
|-Talk to your father, please.
No.
Answer my fucking question! Answer it! My sentient is not the one who|is affecting your progeny.
He wants the same thing as you.
Well done, l think you fried|a few synthetic brain cells.
What same thing as me?|What exactly is that? -To stop them.
|-Them? Them, them, them, them, them.
|Who the fuck is them? You are them.
What are you trying to do,|mind-fuck me again? Stop! You've damaged him already!|You're gonna kill him! l'll kill it! lt thinks l'm expendable.
|lt thinks my wife is expendable.
l think it's expendable! Chuck, we need information from it! God! -Do they even have a pulse?|-The one l made did.
This one's different from ours,|but an equivalent concept.
-Congratulations, Chuck, you killed it.
|-Well, it wasn't alive.
Well, it could have told us exactly|what those Synthetics were trying to stop! But thanks to you, that's not gonna happen! Hello? Mrs Forbes, it's Heather Grossman,|Joey's mom.
-Yes.
Heather, what's wrong?|-He's gone.
l'm sorry l'm calling so late and the police|are already on their way here.
lt's just that l thought|that maybe you could.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Okay, Mrs Grossman, just slow down|and take a deep breath.
What happened? Did you see him leave? No.
l heard a noise, and l got up,|and he was already gone.
And it looks like he took|his science project with him.
His science project? What science project? l don't know.
lt was some electronic thing|he was working on.
He was very secretive about it.
Okay, Mrs Grossman, just take it easy|and wait for the police.
l'll be there as soon as l can.
Okay? Joey Grossman took off|in the middle of the night.
-He took some electronic thing with him.
|-What kind of thing? She doesn't know.
|She said he was working on it in the bedroom,|and he was very secretive about it.
Something electronic, computer-related? All right, l'm thinking|the first thing we need to do is get down to that computer lab.
-Yeah, l'm thinking the same thing.
|-All right.
l'll call Dad.
Nothing.
Listen.
Yeah, l hear it.
Sounds like children.
-Now why do l think those are Synthetics?|-Short bet is they've come for those kids.
lt's not gonna happen.
Put your light down to the end of the pool.
Okay, Neil, lock the door and stay by it.
Sarah, get down to the other end of the pool|to help us.
Let's get these kids out of here.
Sarah, get in here! Give us a hand.
|Get these kids out of the water! We're out of time.
Get 'em out of the water!|Get those kids out of the water! -Get them out!|-Get the kids! No, no, no.
Don't! ls everybody okay? Kids? Unfortunately, none of the kids|remember what happened what they were building,|or anything to do with last night.
l wouldn't call that unfortunate.
Those are the kind of memories|that'll give a child nightmares for years.
lt's not that.
|What he's saying, it's unfortunate those kiddies can't tell us nothing.
Yeah, well, l feel bad for the family|that lost their child.
They're gonna be searching for him|for the rest of their lives.
But it doesn't make sense|that the sentient involved was coaching the children|to build a device designed simply to kill them and make them disappear.
l agree with you, but what the hell|was that electronic asshole doing there? My best guess, l think the sentient was|making them build a transportation device.
He took the boy|and those Synthetics somewhere.
-Like where? Off the planet?|-Or to another dimension.
No one knows.
All right, has anybody else|considered the idea that when we watched the Earth go boom right before it happened,|there was a blinding flash of light much like the light we saw last night|at the pool? That's right.
And the first blinding flash|of the light disappeared some kids some of those freaks and some water.
And a bigger flash of light disappeared|the whole world, which went boom.
Common denominator here is that satellite we were trying|to hang up was called Bright Sky.
-Hi.
|-Hey.
l think we have a conversation to finish.
Right.
-l'm sorry.
|-For what? Holly, what's going on? -What we did the other day.
|-Yeah, l thought it-- lt was a mistake.
Okay.
l was going to say special, but.
No, it was great.
Physically, it was great.
Don't get me wrong.
lt's just there was no.
What? l don't think we should do it again.
Okay.
Okay.
Holly, listen.
Please know that l don't want you to be|uncomfortable about us being physical ever.
That's not what l mean.
lt's not just that.
Are you breaking up with me? When we were doing rapture when our minds connected l think l saw something.
-What?|-l don't know.
l don't remember.
l just.
lt's weird.
|l just know it was something really bad.
l know that doesn't make any sense, but.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this.
-Neil, l'm sorry.
|-Me, too.
l wanted you to know the truth.
Neil.
Neil.
-l'll call you, okay?|-Yeah.
Hello.
Claire? -Hi.
|-Hi.
-Any sign of change?|-No.
-Thank you for that.
|-Well, it's the least l could do.
l don't understand|why you feel you should do anything.
You barely know him.
Well, l'm getting to know you,|and l'd like to do anything l can to help you.
Besides, l like to get exposed to new music.
Not that l'd be listening|to the Budro Sisters anytime soon, but.
First time l heard them,|l walked into Zack's room and he had them cranked and instead of kicking me out,|like he usually did he grabbed my hands,|and we started to dance.
-Really?|-Yeah.
First time l had any clue|that he could dance.
He's good, too.
He was twirling me and dipping me.
-His dad used to dance like that.
|-lt's all right.
Son of a bitch.
l didn't only buy this for Zack.
-May l?|-Kidding? Come on.
Music is the best medicine.
Come on.
-Thanks for coming.
|-Anytime, honey.
l'll take your bag out to the taxi.
Here.
Allow me.
There you go.
Thanks, Chuck.
Bye, Sis.