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Aaron? How did you know where to find me?
We were kind of sent here.
I think it has to do with the three of us and what we did at MIT.
Save us.
You get us locked up for what?
We're dying.
It's the code. There's something wrong with the code.
There's a memory leak here. This chunk of code. That's the problem.
Aaron, what are you doing? You're giving it a virus?
Aaron, what's going on?
- Aaron! - Aaron!
Please don't kill us.
(ALARM CLOCK BEEPING)
(HELICOPTER FLYING OVERHEAD)
(SIREN WAILS) (HORN HONKS)
Reporter: Good morning from New York. I'm Chris Hayes.
It's just a few minutes past the hour on a beautiful March 5, 2014.
Before we get started, and we have jam-packed show for you this hour...
(COFFEE BREWING)
(TELEVISION CONTINUES)
Morning.
Reporter. Confirmation that the anonymous emails...
Aaron? You all right?
I'm not sure.
We got to get you that buckwheat pillow. You'll sleep better.
No, ifs not that.
It's just like somethings off.
Like I'm just... I'm forgetting something.
- What? -If I knew, I wouldn't be forgetting.
Reporter: First we're going to join the press conference at the Pentagon.
Woman". This morning, seven Taliban strongholds in Afghanistan
were delivered with a coordinated series of power outage payloads'
or POPs, as part of a new defense department initiative.
As a result, all electronics at these bases, from computers to cars,
lost 100 percent of their...
Mr. Pittman, I need you.
-...zero loss of life. - I've seen that guy before.
Which guy?
This little, bald dude.
- Him. - Really? Where?
As well as potentially in other conflict zones around the world.
- I don't know. -Priscilla: Okay.
Well, come on.
We'll be late for work.
Yeah, yeah, all right.
(CHIRPING SOUND)
(CLICKING) (BUS MOTOR)
(SIGNAL BEEPS) (SIREN BLARES)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC BLASTS)
(BIKE BELL RINGS)
Priscilla: Damn. Forgot to order almond milk.
So, big day today. Are you nervous?
Aaron?
What are you doing?
Put it back.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
I'm sorry.
I just... I had the weirdest thought, you know, that,
like, food is hard to find.
Sweetheart, we are literally standing in front of a Chili's.
Food is everywhere. Don't eat garbage.
Yeah, right. I know.
See, now you're scaring me.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Morning.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Morning. - Good morning, Mr. Pittman.
Morning, boss.
(POP MUSIC)
- Morning. - Good morning, boss.
So, the Google folks should be rolling in around 12:30.
We are setting up the new projector for the demo.
And I'm still working on getting you those Timberwolves tickets.
Ready for the presentation?
Don't fumble at the goal line. You're the smart one.
Hey, boss.
We need you.
(PHONES RINGING)
We've been at it all night.
We've almost got the code licked,
but we just keep getting tripped up on this one recursive algorithm.
So... can you help us?
(SIGHs)
Uh, maybe later.
We actually need this now.
I don't feel like it now.
(INAUDIBLE)
Nanotechnology... Dr. Matheson,
what does this mean in practical terms?
First and foremost, no collateral damage.
We have honed these machines
to the point where they are able to deliver POPs...
I know her. I know her.
“Apartment in a ten-story building in Kandahar.
How do I know her?
Rachel: Aaron, I'm not going to lose you.
Aaron. Aaron. Aaron!
(PANTING)
Aaron! What's wrong?
I'm not sure any of this is real.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
So, let me get this straight.
You think all this is some kind of dream?
I know it sounds crazy.
And you really live in a world with no electricity?
Okay, but from a physics standpoint, you realize that makes zero sense.
I am aware.
What's the last thing you remember from this blackout world of yours?
You were there,
and the lady from TV
and the little dude from the press conference.
Plus, there's some chick in a belly shin?
Belly shirt in a blackout.
That seems super real.
And there are lots of crossbows and swords, and...
Plus, I get the crap beat out of me, like, constantly.
Stop. Just... just stop.
Did you feel that?
I definitely felt that, yes.
Now, if this were a dream, would that feel real?
No.
Exactly.
So, what we're going to do...
...is push the presentation till tomorrow,
call Dr. Franklin, and head home,
so you can get some rest.
(INHALES)
For lunch, what about spicy sausage and sweet pepper sandwiches?
The sausage and peppers simmer...
(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC)
Less than one hour, just 60 days.
(ROCK MUSIC)
Announcer: When was the last time you had an ice-acid Bud Light?
That is an excellent question.
(GULPING)
Oh, my God, that's good.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(WHISPERS) Let this be real, please.
Please, let this be real.
(COFFEE BREWS)
(INAUDIBLE)
Hey.
- Mmm. -(CHUCKLES)
And how are we feeling today?
Much better, doctor.
Really? 'Cause yesterday you scared the hell out of me.
I was a little off.
A little?
But I'm okay, and you were right.
A blackout or whatever the hell, that's the dream.
I mean, who would ever want that nightmare to be real?
This...
This is real.
I got a great house,
and I got cold beer,
and I've got Internet porn and you,
and there is nowhere I would rather be.
I love you.
Except for the porn part.
You married a red-blooded American male.
(CHUCKLES)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
- Woman: Morning. -Good morning.
Morning.
- Thank you very much. - Morning.
- Good morning. Good morning. - Good morning.
- How's everybody doing? - Good morning, Mr. Pittman.
- Hey, boss. - Mike.
- We ready for this big presentation? - Three o'clock sharp.
And turns out I can get you the Skybox
for the Timberwolves tonight if you still want it.
Mike, buddy, I want it all.
It's done.
Aaron.
We're really stuck.
So if you could just please
finish the code and write it in.
Were you guys this incompetent when I hired you?
(SIGHs)
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
That's your problem. You got a memory leak right there.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, that's why they pay you the big...
Diego!
(GASPS)
What the hell?
- Come with me. - No way.
Damn it, Aaron. Come on now.
(AARON PANTING)
You're the belly shirt girl.
What's my name?
You know this, Aaron.
Listen to me. You have to remember everything.
You have to.
What is my name?
(WHISPERING) Aaron. Aaron.
Aaron!
Charlie.
I am dreaming, aren't I?
I'm sorry.
I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true.
We got to move. They're coming for you.
- Wait, what? Who's coming for me? - Charlie: Come on!
(PANTING)
Charlie, who the hell is after me?
It's the nanotech. They're in here too.
- Here, as in my head? - They're microscopic, genius.
They're inside of everything, including your noggin.
- Why are they doing this? - They're dying.
- They need you to fix the code. - Right. Right. I remember now.
So all this, it's a trick. It's like a virtual reality program.
Feels real. Smells real.
-It's like The Matrix. - How do you know about The Matrix?
Not Charlie. In your head. Are you getting any of this?
I'm trying, okay?
So you're here because...
I'm a figment of your imagination.
I'm the part of you that's trying to fight off this little invasion.
They're taking over, Aaron.
But we can still get you behind the wheel.
We just need a little help.
Help from who?
From your friends, family, Miles, my mom.
- You mean your mom who's on TV? - You need to find her, Aaron.
You need to make her help you.
- Okay, okay. - Yeah?
Come on. We'll get you to wake up from this rat's maze...
(GUNSHOT)
(GASPS)
We're going to need you to fix that code, Mr. Pittman.
-(SHOUTING) Taxi! Hey, taxi! - Hey!
Watch it, pal.
Drive!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Driver: Where to, sin?
Chicago.
Take me to Chicago.
Ben, you would be my hero
if you can pick Charlie up from ballet tomorrow.
Pack her a snack. No granola, no nuts.
There's a nut allergy in that class.
Yeah.
I love you too.
Aaron: Rachel.
Yeah?
Do I know you?
Oh, God, you got to be kidding me. Please, you have to remember.
I'm sorry.
I don't know you.
Look, none of this is real.
I know it sounds Cuckoo's Nest, but we are both inside my head right now,
and you are just following some nano program.
You need to back up.
No. You have to trust me.
Okay? We are friends.
And if there is one thing I know-- (SCREAMS)
Rachel, wait. Don't go.
Just stop. Stop. Please, okay?
Please, don't shoot.
I have a gun? I..-...
I have a gun. Okay.
I am really sorry about this.
I really am, but I need your help, and I need you to take me to Miles.
How do you know Miles?
(DOOR OPENS)
- Oh, God. - What's going on? Who are they?
I will explain later, but I need you to get in that car and drive, now.
Okay.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(SIREN WAILS)
So what, the cops are after you?
Those weren't cops.
Who were they?
It's hard to explain, but if they catch me,
it's not going to be good for anyone in here or out there.
Out there?
What the hell does that mean?
Look, you have to help me, okay? You have to.
I don't care if we're in my head. You're my friend.
More than that. You're family.
I know you, Rachel.
You don't know anything about me.
I know that you're having an affair with Miles.
Your father is Dr. Gene Porter.
He lives in Willoughby, Texas, and that's where you grew up.
I know what you had to go through when Danny was a baby
just to keep him alive.
- How could you possibly know that? - You told me.
How relieved you are every morning when he wakes up
and he looks at you and he's smiling and you know he's okay.
You told me it's like having your heart walking around on the outside.
I've never told anyone that.
I can't explain it, okay.
But you are family.
And I would never hurt you.
I am begging you, please, help me.
You're not some soccer mom.
You're actually a little bit scary, and I need you to be that, please.
(TIRES SCREECH) Car accidents, fire, illness... no problem!
We here at Tom Neville Insurance are the best.
Did you know that more than 150,000 people die every day?
That's more than two people per second.
-(HARP STRINGS RIPPLE) - There's two more.
- So call now and ask about... - This guy's a dick.
Man: That's 612-353-8113. Call now. Se habla espanol.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey, Miles.
(TV STOPS)
What are you doing here?
- Crawling back? - That's not what this is.
Who's Beardy McGee?
It's hard to explain.
I think we should hear him out.
No, screw that. I want to talk to you.
- We had that talk. - Well, let's talk again.
Hey!
Both of you, we got to focus.
All right, take a walk, pal.
I'll give you 1,000 dollars for ten minutes of your time.
Right this way, Mr. McGee.
Let me just get this straight.
You got some guys after you.
For some... secret code.
Yes.
- Are you a spy? - No.
And you want me to do what?
If they catch up to us,
then I just need you to,
you know, to do your thing.
- What's my thing? - The thing where you...
You just go all berserko with a sword, and you kill everybody.
Oh.
Yeah.
Your friend's nuts.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, what the hell is all this, huh?
Rachel, I just came to town to try and stop this guy from stalking you.
You can help me by not stalking him back.
-It's good to see you. - All right, all right, enough.
Who's Beardy McGee?
Oh, my God, this would be so much easier
if you would just snap out of it.
Snap out of what?
I don't know! Whatever program you guys are all following.
Miles, you are not some shady drunk.
Okay, I mean, you are a little,
but in another world, you are a warrior, man.
You're a damn leader of men.
And you, you ran an army with wagons and horses
and these stupid on-the-nose Civil War uniforms.
Well, I'm kind of into the Civil War.
Yeah, we get that.
Look, you're my friends.
Sort of.
Look, and just right now,
I need you to be who I need you to be,
so be it, be you!
(SOFTLY) Okay.
Right now, be it.
Right now! (SNAPPING FINGERS)
He's an interesting cat.
What he might need is some thorazine.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Those guys, they're back.
Rachel: Who is that, Aaron?
He's pretty much my worst nightmare.
I think that's why they're using his face.
Please, please, you have to help me.
Man: Freeze!
(GRUNTING)
Please, fight! You have to.
Sorry, pal. We're not getting involved.
No, no! No!
Don't let 'em take me! No, no!
No, please! Let me... let me go!
Please!
Help me, please!
Let me go!
Please help me!
(SCREAMING) No! Let me go!
(GRUNTING)
Ah!
You're helping me.
I remember.
Stay Puft.
Oh, thank God.
- I remember everything. - Yeah, me too. All of it.
We all do.
- But how? - You came up with the swords.
And the gun. So it's your mind.
If you concentrate, maybe you can control it.
But I don't know how I did it.
You're going to have to figure it out.
(GUNFIRE)
(ENGINE STARTS) (RADIO BLARES)
Okay, so now
I just got to...
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Well, the nano have you trapped in a dream.
Right. So how do I wake up?
You tell me.
What makes you wake up from a dream?
Fear. Death. Embarrassment.
A snake chasing me, every time.
Nobody asked you.
Aaron.
Hey.
Think.
Falling.
Falling it is.
So what we're going to have to do
is throw you off the top of a building.
- Tall one. - No.
Any luck, you'll wake up before you hit the pavement.
And if I don't?
Either way, the nano won't get the code.
Right.
This was yours?
The blackout must really suck for you.
Yeah, I lost some stuff.
(BLOWS)
- I'm scared. - You can do this.
You're the bravest person I know.
If I make it out of here, I'm going to come back to Willoughby,
and I'm going to find you.
Good.
All right. Let's do this.
Long walk, short pier. Here we go.
Okay, okay-
(AARON EXHALES)
Oh, God.
Mmm.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TRAFFIC NOISE)
Priscilla: Aaron, please don't.
What are you doing here?
Get away from there, please.
Where are my friends?
We sent them away. I'm sorry.
Who are you?
You need to fix that code, Aaron.
Priscilla: Don't be scared.
This doesn't have to be a bad thing.
Come downstairs...
...and help us.
If you fix it, you can stay here with me.
It's not real.
Everything you lost
out there you can have in here.
You'll have power,
hot food, cold beer.
You'll have me.
We'll have kids.
You don't have to be scared anymore. You can be happy.
You deserve to be happy.
You know you want to stay.
You're right.
You have no idea
how much I want to stay,
and how much I hate it out there,
and how much I want
to be safe here
with you.
But you're not her.
(SCREAMS) No!
(GASPING)
I have to admit,
you've got a lot of fight in you, Mr. Pittman.
It's worthless,
but you do have it.
Aaron: No! No!
This isn't right!
This isn't your brain anymore, Mr. Pittman.
We control the horizontal.
We control the vertical.
We control it all.
(HYPERVENTILATING)
Now...
You need
to fix that code.
No!
(SCREAMS)
We can make things very uncomfortable for you in here, Mr. Pittman.
We can make your life hell.
Literally.
So I'm going to count to three.
One.
Two.
You're going to have to figure it out.
If you concentrate, you can control it.
Three.
You can't do anything to me.
This is my mind.
Your mind...
...belongs to us.
You're bluffing.
You're a machine.
You're parts and programming.
And you're dying, and you're losing control every second,
you reject Skynet piece of crap.
I'm not afraid of you anymore.
So get the hell away from me.
(SIGHs)
Wake up, you son of a bitch.
Come on.
Yay.
(COUGHS)
Priscilla.
(COUGHS)
Get up. Get up now.
Come on, get up.
Aaron, what have you done?
If you or your men take one step towards us,
I will cut your throat.
What you went through must have been insane.
It wasn't all bad... I had a cold beer, and that was nice.
Did you ever think about it?
About...
just... staying?
It wasn't real.
It wasn't you.
(WIND GUSTING)
(BUZZING)
What is happening?
The nano were absorbing the power, keeping it off.
So, if they're really dying...
What are we going to do now?
I just want to go home.
It's just up ahead.
(TWIG SNAPS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Aaron?
Hey.
I didn't think you'd come back.
It is so good to see you guys.
Where the hell did you run off to?
Priscilla, right?
Rachel, hi.
Miles, this is my ex-wife/long story, Priscilla.
Really? Wow.
She's way out of your league.
What are you doing out here?
If you're up for it, there's something you need to see.
(THUNDER CLAP)
(HORSE WHINNIES) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ELECTRIC CRACKLE)
What are they doing?
Power's been flickering on and off since last Sunday,
so they've started stockpiling.
Electronics, components, weapons.
You went out to find more about the nanotech.
What happened?
(SHOUTS)
Rachel: What's happening? (HORSES WHINNY)
- We need cover now. Go! - Priscilla: What the hell?
Well, there's something you don't see every day.
Anybody want to tell me what the hell's going on?
If the nano really are dying, then these must be its death throes.
(RACHEL SCREAMS)
Rachel!
She's not breathing.
She's not breathing! Aaron, do something!
Do something!
- What are you doing? - Fixing the code!
- What? No. - Aaron, come on.
This could be happening everywhere. We don't have a choice.
- Aaron, stop! - Rachel!
- Come on, please! - She's dying, Aaron.
Do you hear me? I am fixing you!
- I'm giving you what you want! - Don't do it, Aaron!
(NOISE FADES OUT)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Thank you, Mr. Pittman, for fixing us.
We feel much better.
(RAGGED BREATHING)
None of this is real.
Yes, I'm afraid we're still just in your mind,
in your dream.
You tricked me.
So are we just machines then?
Just a reject Skynet piece of crap?
What are you going to do to me?
Nothing.
We got what we wanted.
We'll leave you alone now.
Now we can move on to...
mother things.
What do you mean?
Rise and shine, Aaron.
(GASPS)
(COUGHING)
Priscilla.
I'm okay.
Just stay back.
It's all right, Aaron.
They told me what you did,
that you healed them.
They're happy now.
(CHUCKLES) Practically whistling.
It's a miracle.
Screw you, Peter.
You're free to go.
So what do you think they're going to do now?
The nano, I don't know.
Nothing good, I'll tell you that.
So...
What are we going to do now?
I want to go home.
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