SYNC (2024) Movie Script
1
All right, babes.
We made it to LA.
Fresh off the plane.
I can't wait
to show you guys around.
Answer call.
Hi, Mom. I told you I'd call you
when I got settled in.
I wanted to know
you landed safely.
-I saw you on Instagram.
-So clearly I'm okay.
I know. I know.
It's just that I'm almost there.
Hannah is a nice girl.
Why did you have to move?
Mom, she was driving me crazy.
Can we please just drop it?
Everyone drives you crazy.
I really don't want to talk
about this right now.
I just need this, okay?
This is just a very big move.
You don't have to stay there
if you don't --
I got to go.
I'm here.
I love you.
-Be nice.
-Bye.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
That's what I said.
Excuse me.
I-I need to get through here.
...exciting episode
of TechNicki Speaking.
With our growing ability...
Hey, Ayla.
The door code is 8832.
I'll be with you in a minute.
It's your influence-her host,
back with another
exciting episode
of TechNicki Speaking,
your number-one tech podcast,
geared to keeping you
up to date
on the latest technology
and marketing trends,
And I'm your host, Nicki Sun.
Already on the rise,
with rave reviews
but with many
contrasting opinions,
we are taking a deeper dive
into the latest
communications app, Sync.
Joining us today,
we have CEO Gina Diamantis.
-Welcome!
-Hello.
-Thank you for having me.
-Oh, it's my pleasure.
I mean, us women
need to sync up together.
That's a good pun.
I'll give you that one.
All right.
Well, let's get right into it.
For those who have not yet
heard the buzz, what is Sync?
Sync is the next best form
of human interaction.
It's a new and better way
of communicating
and understanding one another
by syncing our minds.
That sounds amazing --
and also terrifying.
Oh, but fear is
what I'm trying to eliminate.
It's the root of such things
as racism, bigotry,
and overall
human misunderstanding.
With the ability to sync
with one another,
we can't help but find
an understanding, a closeness
that one can't achieve
by just our words alone.
You made it.
-Hi!
-Sorry. I was on a call.
Fuckers can't do anything
without me.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
Am I interrupting your workday?
No, no, no.
You're good.
This place is so, so nice.
Right?
I'm so happy you're here.
Please have a seat.
Can I get you something
to drink?
Maybe a cup of coffee?
Only if you have a pot brewing.
You should try this shit.
Ashwagandha.
-Ashwa what?
-Ashwagandha.
Helps bring me equanimity
during the day.
Yeah. Sure.
I'll try it.
Dude, how wild is this?
-I know. How is this even real?
-It's not.
We're all just living
in the matrix.
Speaking of which,
are you chipped?
The fuck I am.
Want to scan me?
Only to make sure
you aren't a clone.
Be my guest.
I didn't know
you were originally from Iowa.
Even I forget sometimes.
Oh, you're a Virgo!
That's my moon.
The abominable signs shit?
Astrology?
I mean,
I'm not religious about it.
Just fun.
Okay.
My turn.
Girl.
How many years has it been?
Definitely over a decade.
Crazy.
I'm sorry we didn't really keep
in touch.
Don't be. Mom kept me
in private Catholic schools.
It's honestly better
you didn't know me then.
Yeah.
I can relate.
High school was
a complete nightmare.
Oh, I loved it.
Really loved pissing off
the nuns.
-Good, yeah?
-Mm.
Mm-hmm.
So, other than getting
a little taller
and growing some boobs,
not much has changed.
And we're both chipped.
Yeah. It's really cool.
We both are.
Well, I mean, I'm in tech,
so it'd be weird if I didn't.
But yeah, it's not something
everybody can afford.
No.
Not at all.
I was lucky to get sponsored
to do it.
-Sponsored?
-Yeah. As an influencer.
Ah.
What do you do again?
I'm a cloud engineer.
Fuck me.
I got to go check on something.
Give me a sec.
Incoming call from unknown.
Choose to answer.
Incoming call from unknown.
Sorry, Ayla.
Are you okay for few minutes?
Yes!
Shit.
Hel-- Hello?
Oh, my God.
-So you're alive?
-Hannah?
I'm seriously worried
about you.
I just -- I just want to know
that you're okay.
Yeah.
I'm -- I'm fine.
Look.
I'm...I'm sorry that we fought.
But don't let your anxiety
get the best of you
and just run away
like an insane person.
Just come home, Ayla.
We can still fix this.
-I...
-Hello?
Hannah, I can't do this.
Please stop calling me,
texting me, DM'ing me.
I got to go.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't
the only brain in the office.
What was that about?
Oh.
Aggressive cybermarketer.
Come. Let me show you
the rest of the space.
Yeah. I was a nightmare
to my parents.
But The Grudge
is my absolute favorite.
Oh, my God.
I fucking love horror films.
Oh, so you're not a pussy.
I mean, I still get squeamish
at the sight of blood
and fucking scary shit,
but Michael Myers can be Daddy.
I guess what I'm trying to say
is I probably like thrillers
more.
Mm. Oh. Do you remember
the movie The Lobster?
Was that the weird film
where, like, if you didn't find
your soul mate,
-you got turned into an animal?
-Mm-hmm.
I feel like he really nailed
what love is, you know?
Like us trying to find
our lobster and shit.
I mean, remember when
he pretended to be a psychopath
just so he could match
with that psychopath woman?
Like, how often in relationships
do we try to be like the person
we're in a relationship with?
Or more so, become them.
Like, it's interesting
in that movie
that you had to have something
exactly like the other person
or you wouldn't match.
Unity in relationships
is so important.
You should, at the core,
be like your partner.
I mean, otherwise,
what the fuck are we doing?
I mean, the Christian
and the atheist,
the Democrat and the Republican,
it just doesn't work.
I think you're being
too black-and-white about it.
No. It doesn't work
or someone has to change.
It's better to be
the bigger person and leave
than try to change someone.
What about challenging
perspectives?
That's what friendships are for.
-You're impossible.
-No.
I've just been there
and done that, and it sucks.
There are repercussions
to relationships.
Ooh!
That's deep.
Who's broken your heart?
First love?
First...fuck?
Sorry.
I-I don't mean to pry.
Yeah, you do.
Fine.
I want to know.
No.
It was, um, a friend.
She's no longer around.
Oh -- Oh, my God.
I am so, so sorry.
-I don't...
-Okay.
It's just why I don't really
like to talk to anyone about it.
Yeah, I can understand.
You can understand.
I just mean, like, why you don't
want to talk about it.
Well, you did corner me.
It was cute.
Uh, I did.
Um, I'm terrible.
I'm sorry again.
Well, now you owe me
an explanation.
Who broke your heart?
Oh.
-Never been in love.
-Okay. That's a lie.
You literally have a broken-
heart tattoo on your wrist.
Um, it's a broken heart from,
like, a best-friend necklace.
So not an ex.
Best friends can break
your heart, too.
Definitely. It's a loss people
don't normally acknowledge.
I got it with my best friend,
who has the other half tattooed
on her wrist.
But we're not friends anymore.
That's really shitty.
I'm sorry.
We were also roommates
in Brooklyn, so...
Ooh. No.
That's the worst.
It's like...
...I hate her...
but I also miss her, too.
Well, best thing
we can do for ourselves
is to try and move on.
Yeah.
You're right.
You're really pretty.
Oh.
Thank you.
These lights are such a vibe.
I know.
I love them.
-Are you seeing anyone?
-No.
I am a single woman content with
my solitude and bottles of wine.
I'm single as fuck.
Oh, yeah?
I mean, it's nearly impossible
to make any connections
these days.
-Like, real ones.
-Yeah.
-You should see my DMs.
-Dude, in this city,
I mean, everyone's so stuck
inside their heads.
Like, I don't really mind
that much,
but it doesn't hurt
to be acknowledged.
Give me a good old-fashioned
Brooklyn "Fuck you"
-or something.
-Yes!
A little aggression
to get the blood pumpin'.
Yes!
Okay. What's going on?
Do you need to take that?
No. No.
Is it the cybermarketer
from earlier?
I mean,
you seem pretty tense about it.
It's her.
The friend I was
just telling you about.
She won't leave me alone.
Okay.
Give me your phone.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
I have created a cyber blocker
for your cyberstalker.
And now I think
you should download this.
I heard about this.
All the major influencers
are starting to sync up.
But isn't this part
of the major problem?
You know,
less human-to-human interaction.
I mean, arguably,
it's more nuanced.
But like with everything new in
tech, this is only phase three.
Social media was part
of Web 2.0,
which was huge
for the gig economy
and basically sounds like
what you do.
I'm sure people had
their concerns
with replacing
hand-production methods
when the Industrial Revolution
was happening.
Ultimately, it led to higher
household income
and better quality of life.
This is the tech revolution,
babe.
Never thought of it like that.
Anyway, fuck those bitches.
You and I should do it!
A new chapter for us
and a reunion for old friends.
-Let's sync up.
-Yes.
Yes! Okay.
Let me see. Let me see.
Okay.
Pair with your partner.
"Answer these questions.
"Sync takes 72 hours
to complete."
Blah, blah, blah.
And...all right.
-Let's get this party started!
-Do it!
Oh. No, no, no.
Mm.
Vodka.
Polish.
We do proper shot.
-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.
-Cheers, bitch.
-Cheers.
There you are, you bitch.
What, you think
you can just leave
and I wouldn't come find you?
What kind of friend
do you think I am?
What happened to her?
I am beautiful.
I deserve happiness and joy.
I'm in control
of my own thoughts.
It's your influence-her host,
back with another exciting
episode of TechNicki Speaking.
With our growing
telepathic abilities with Sync,
we're talking about
audience building
like we've never seen before.
I mean, after our show,
I actually synced my mind
with the CEO Gina Diamantis,
and oh, my gosh.
The things that she
thinks about -- wild!
Did you pour yourself a cup?
Yes.
It's like you read my mind.
Well, after last night,
I don't even remember
going to bed.
Yeah.
I passed out.
Do you feel anything yet?
No, I don't think so.
It's definitely
a gradual process.
But let me know
when to make another pot.
Devin, make me more coffee.
Don't make me regret this.
Good morning
from this sunny LA.
Let's begin our stretch sesh
together.
You scared me.
Devin?
Devin?
Hello?
Devin?
Pause music.
-Sorry?
-You mind keeping it down?
Don't mind me.
Just wanted to do the dishes.
Oh. No. I'm sorry.
I was gonna do them.
It's okay.
I needed a break.
But if it's disturbing you...
I'm just trying to get through
my live meditation session,
and the clanking isn't vibing.
I see.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
It's just my work.
My fol-- My -- My work.
Uh...whatever.
It's going to be fine.
Thank God it's Friday.
Yes.
Very happy about that.
I'm supposed to meet up
with this guy
who had slid into my DMs,
like, a while ago.
And now that he knows
I live here,
he wants to meet me in person.
But I don't know
if I'm feeling it.
Don't.
Hang out with me instead.
Okay.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Devin, where are you?
Still here.
Oh. Turn around. Come on.
-Ow! That's my foot!
-Sorry.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I see it. I see it!
Get down slowly.
Remember, it senses movement.
It's right behind me, isn't it?
Oh, my God. I think I just
peed myself a little.
Sorry.
I thought you could handle it.
-You're an asshole.
-What?
We were so close to getting out.
Oh, my God.
That was terrifying.
-Wine?
-Please!
Oh.
I needed this.
Yeah. I figured.
You seemed stressed earlier.
Mm.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about that.
I've just been getting hate
from the New Yorkers.
For moving here.
Is this what you really
want to do?
What, be an influencer?
I mean, yeah.
I get a ton of freedom.
Yeah, but has it really
given you freedom?
Yeah!
I get to work from wherever
and with brands that I love.
Yeah, but you're a slave
to your followers,
exposing yourself to them
in exchange for their opinions
and rules.
I mean,
that's not entirely true.
But the part that is true
is ugly
and worth being accounted for.
I mean, you're young.
You just moved
to an exciting city.
Allow yourself to be open
to more than just
what your followers think.
Who's that?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit!
I invited that guy over!
I am so sorry, Dev.
I honestly didn't think
he would actually come.
Mm. It's fine.
-You don't mind, right?
-No. I'm fine.
I mean...you can hang with us.
Mm. Definitely not.
You go ahead.
I'll be in my room.
Well, hello, Miss New York.
I thought you were gonna
hang me out to dry.
Oh, no, no.
Come on in.
Is this an NFT?
It's fucking ugly.
Uh, I don't know.
Maybe.
It's my roommate's.
Yeah. It's, uh, it's an iso
for a pretty nice place.
"Pretty nice"?
Well, you know, for being
out here in the wop-wops.
What's wrong
with downtown LA?
My dear, you have lots to learn.
Do you mind?
Uh, no.
Go ahead.
I'm sure my roommate won't mind.
Is she here?
Yeah, but she's cool.
Oh.
-Where do you live again?
-Santa Monica.
Beautiful sky-rise, tenth floor,
overlooking the ocean.
No roommates.
Well, after the day I've had,
I am glad to be here with you,
beautiful.
Cheers.
Cheers.
-Tough day at work?
-Nah.
I spent all day on the phone
with my car dealership
'cause I bought this Bimmer
last week, right?
It hasn't turned up yet.
You know, like,
you'd expect a bit of gratitude.
But it's just -- I mean, even
when I spoke to the guy, right?
He was just such a dick
about it.
It's fucking ridiculous.
I mean, what's happened to
good quality customer service?
You know what I mean?
-Ayla?
-Um...
...it must be nice to be getting
a sweet new ride, though.
That's not the point.
It's not ethical
what they're doing.
I mean, when my dad has been
a loyal customer for so long,
it's just...
-What an asshole.
Uh, got it?
Uh, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I'm not feeling well.
Uh...no.
We're good.
Maybe hit me up another time.
Maybe we meet at mine.
Yikes.
I see how it is.
This isn't my fault.
This is exactly how you treat
people you care about.
Hannah, shut up.
I'm sorry, okay?
-Just leave me alone.
-Fine.
But you won't be able
to replace me.
And no one will ever care
about you as much as me.
I'm your best friend!
Don't worry.
I got you.
Just stay with me.
Help!
Someone help us!
Come on, girl.
Stay with me.
Who are you?
Mar-- Margy.
Margy, wake up!
Margy.
My thoughts are slowing down.
My breathing is anchored
from within my core,
and these breaths are relaxing
to my mind and my body.
As my mind and my body
begin to relax,
I can problem-solve
more effectively.
I am reclaiming my power.
My peace is my power.
Thank you.
This looks amazing.
Ah.
She needs her coffee.
Please.
You okay there?
Yeah.
Just had myself a night.
Did he stay over?
No. I'm not even sure
I want to see him again.
Except maybe to see
his nice place.
Could you hear us?
-Hear you?
-Talking.
I hope we weren't being
too loud.
No.
Eat up.
I got seconds coming.
Or else, I guess...compost.
Shut up and give a damn
about the environment.
See? We're already arguing
like an old married couple.
This is bliss.
Do you think we could dream
of people we haven't met
or places we haven't been to
or seen?
I always believed dreams
were just recycled versions
of our own memories.
I mean, you're forgetting
about all the things
our brain is subconsciously
taking inventory of.
There's no way to measure
the data of our subconscious,
and that's why some people think
they're experiencing dj vu.
There's no such thing.
It's just temporal-lobe
epilepsy.
Oh.
I was a psych major before
I switched to computer science.
Human behavior and the mind
fascinate me.
Are you a right-brain
or left-brain kind of person?
See, that's another stupid thing
people say.
I mean, it's a theory,
not a fact
and actually anatomically
incorrect.
The prefrontal
and posterior parts of the brain
are perhaps a better way
to put it.
See, the front of the brain
mediates intellectual function,
and the back of the brain
controls visual association
and understanding of language.
So a visual person
is actually a back-of-the-brain
kind of person?
Yeah.
That's what it is.
Anyway,
I'd better get back to work.
Are you gonna be modeling
today?
No, but I do have some
product reviews I should do.
I'll be in my room.
Let me know
if you need anything.
Sounds good.
Oh.
Almost forgot this.
Activated new session.
Analyzing user data.
Stress levels are high.
A 40% increase
of cortisol levels
from the previous session.
Your session is beginning now.
Hello, Ayla.
I can tell you're feeling
a bit stressed today.
Something is bothering you.
What is it?
-Ayla?
-Yes.
I can tell
that you're distracted.
Yes.
Um, I, um...
Well, my roommate and I,
we started the sync.
The mind sync?
Yes.
It's...
Please find stillness and speak
when you're comfortably ready.
It's this new app for people
who've been chipped
to, like, communicate by...
mind-syncing.
Kind of like how you and I
can understand each other.
I see. Sync communications app,
founded by Gina Diamantis.
Is this sync overwhelming
for you?
Maybe.
It's just I'm having these
nightmares of Hannah again.
I'm sorry that is happening
again.
It's just they're more intense,
and...
and then there's
this other girl.
Maybe I should stop this.
It's just we were having
a wine night...
A combination
of antidepressants and alcohol
will affect your judgment,
coordination,
motor skills, and reaction time
more than alcohol alone.
Some combinations may make
you sleepy.
This can impair your ability
to drive
or do other tasks that require
focus and attention.
You may become sedated
or feel drowsy.
Source -- Mayo Clinic.
Sorry.
We were bonding.
Six indoor bonding activities
for adult.
Take a cooking class.
Start a book club.
Take a dance class.
Sign up for trivia.
Join an intramural league.
Volunteer.
Um, okay.
Okay.
Remember to do
your breathing exercises
when you're having
overwhelming thoughts.
Goodbye.
Session complete.
-Margy.
-Someone help us!
Margy.
Margy, wake up!
Knock, knock.
-Hi!
-This came for you today.
It's from her, isn't it?
I don't understand how she got
this address.
Tear it up.
She'll stop when she knows she
can't get ahold of you at all.
You're right.
I need to stop letting her
get to me.
You okay?
Were you talking to yourself
in here?
Oh. No.
I was talking to my therapist.
-Oh.
-Yeah.
It's amazing how accessible
it is these days.
You know,
with AI and everything.
I suppose it helps some people
the same way religion does.
Why do you go to therapy?
You know, I get
really bad anxiety sometimes.
Like, it just comes out
of nowhere.
-But coding helps calm me down.
-Yeah.
That's why I go to therapy --
for my anxiety.
I get it.
I never shared that
with anyone before.
It's stupid.
I just feel like I'm being
dramatic.
But the feelings I get sometimes
are so intense,
I feel like I can't breathe,
like legit I'm going to pass out
and die.
It's terrifying.
I almost died
in a terrible accident once.
Since then, I feel like that's
spurred on some attacks for me.
I'm sorry.
But -- But see?
I feel like such a pussy.
Yeah.
What's your deal?
I'm kidding.
Your feelings are valid.
It's what my therapist says.
Well, you can be 100% open
with me.
Why do you think you have it?
I'm asking 'cause I'm gonna
pick up on the energy stronger
once the sync is complete.
It's better I know now
so I can handle it.
You're right.
I...I didn't think of that.
Um, but I really don't know
why I get it.
I take medications,
so don't worry about finding me
passed out anywhere.
-Come on, Ayla.
-What?
I'm gonna know.
We are mind-syncing.
Well, what about you?
What about me?
Shouldn't I know more
about this accident?
Was it a car accident?
Maybe we jumped on the mind sync
a little too quickly.
No! No, no, no.
I am so sorry.
I just really don't know
why I get anxiety attacks.
But honestly, I haven't had any
since I got here.
Okay. Well, maybe we can chat
more when I'm off the clock.
Yeah.
Sure.
Get out!
-You okay?
-Yeah. Just saw a spider.
Shit.
Are you okay?
You can still come home.
Yeah.
I'm doing fine.
Something is bothering you.
You can call me again later.
Mom, why did you give her
my address?
What address?
Who?
Hannah.
You gave her my address.
You're the only person
from back home who knows it.
Ayla, she ask me,
and I just hate how two of you
ended things.
She is a good girl.
That's besides the point.
Mom, uh, I got to go.
This is childish.
She's being an adult
and trying to reach out.
Mom, I-I really got to go.
My -- My coffee is ready.
I'll call you back later.
Ayla.
Hey.
Are you okay?
You shouldn't be here.
Where am I?
You shouldn't be here.
I don't understand.
I need you to do something
for me.
Take me away from her.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Oh, good.
It works.
What?
Well, we're about halfway
through the sync,
so we can communicate
mentally now.
It's, like, a weird feeling,
but if you just concentrate,
I can say your name
and you can hear me.
Here.
Let me try again.
Ayla.
Ayla.
-Can you hear me?
-Yes.
Yes!
I heard you.
Oh, my God.
This is so insane.
I didn't think it would be
like this.
It's almost like we can hear
each other's
emotional instincts.
I know.
This is so fucking cool.
Nice wig.
Want to try on the blue?
Mm.
Yes.
Obsessed.
Wait.
Let's take a selfie.
-Just don't tag me, okay?
-What?
-I'm just private.
-But your profile is public.
Well, I still like to keep
my personal life private.
-Oh. The pizza's here.
-That sounds so good.
I forgot to feed myself today.
I figured, so I got us vegan.
You did that for me?
No real cheese for you, doll.
Try it again.
Yes. Yes. I hear you.
Again.
I do. Who knew I could learn
Polish this way?
This is crazy.
Keep going.
Blue. Come on.
You can do better than that.
Figured it out
while riding my bike.
And by fifth grade,
after seeing some soft-core
HBO porn,
it was a swift jump
down the rabbit hole.
I think in the fifth grade
I still believed
I only had two holes,
and I was literally living
in fear that my future baby
would be birthed
via my pee hole.
Okay. Okay.
More Polish.
M...Margaret?
Margy?
So you can see her now?
Yeah. I didn't know where
it was coming from at first.
But then I figured
it was coming from you.
Interesting.
What have you been seeing?
Nothing, really.
Just fragments of her.
Was she your friend?
Yes.
You must really miss her.
I do.
She was my best friend.
The accident
would've never happened.
She just...
God, she was stubborn.
I loved that about her.
But there are certain things
you say that can't be unsaid
and certain things you do
that can't be undone.
Was...it a car accident?
She just wouldn't...
Fuck.
She just wouldn't what?
She was arguing with me,
and...she wouldn't calm down.
And I'm just trying to keep
my eyes on the road.
It was awful.
You know, she might be the cause
of some of your anxiety.
Like it's her trying to get
inside our heads.
Shit.
I-I'm sorry again.
And it's Hannah, right?
The friend that you abandoned.
I can see her, probably like
how you can see Margy,
and I just get this feeling
of abandonment.
-It's sad --
-Stop. Stop.
Why does everyone point
the finger at me?
-What do you know?
-Ayla, calm down.
I'm not judging you.
I'm just trying to understand.
I mean, in almost less than
24 hours, I'm gonna need you
to be completely open
and honest with me.
Without honesty,
our relationship is meaningless.
I can see you for you,
and I know you didn't mean
to hurt her.
She was my best friend.
My only friend.
And because I didn't want to do
everything she did
or if, like, I wanted to
hang out with other people,
she would just make me feel
so fucking guilty all the time.
I just grew tired of feeling
that way.
Maybe those feelings of guilt
are personal
to how you're choosing
to handle the situation
and not what she
actually intended.
But she kind of just sounds
like she really cares.
She was suffocating me!
Yes, she would have gladly done
anything for me.
But I have to be
my own fucking person
and make my own
fucking decisions.
You know, in any relationship,
both individuals have to be
willing to give themselves up.
I mean, why even have a partner,
a best friend?
That sounds like
unhealthy codependency.
Codependency is different
than loyalty.
Y-Yeah, but at a certain point,
I don't see how loyalty means
losing a sense of self.
That's your insecurity talking.
Insecurity of what?
Control.
You know what?
Fuck this.
Ayla, wait.
You can't cut me out.
You need to stop running away
from conflict.
This back-and-forth we're having
is healthy for you.
You need to deal with
your emotions.
Look. I just mean we're in this
together now, okay?
And we can help each other heal
from our past friendships.
I just need to be sure
you can communicate with me.
You've been hurt.
I've been hurt.
Let's work on this together.
What do you mean?
I clearly misjudged
your circumstance with Hannah.
I don't know what kind of things
you might be seeing with Margy,
but I'm sure it's not
all butterflies and roses.
So let's just give each other
space to talk.
Yeah.
Stop!
What's wrong?
-Don't do this!
-Ayla, are you okay?
Why are you yelling at me?
I'm not saying anything.
Get out!
That.
You don't hear that?
No.
Maybe this sync stuff
is overwhelming me.
C-Can we stop it?
N-No.
It's gonna be okay.
But we can, right?
Of course. Just --
Let's -- Let's give it a try.
I mean, look how much closer
we've already gotten.
Why don't you just get
some sleep
and then tomorrow, if you're
still feeling weird, we'll stop.
Okay?
Okay.
Trust me.
Sleep will do you good.
I'm used to overworking
my brain, but rest will help.
Night.
Devin?
Yeah?
Why would Margaret be trying to
get into our heads?
I think for those
that have left us,
they can only really exist
in our memories.
It's the only thing
keeping them alive.
Margy!
Margy, come out and talk to me!
If you could only own up
to your mistakes.
-My mistakes?
-I know it was an accident.
But...was your pride
worth losing me?
I think you're confused.
Stop doing that!
Just admit it!
You can't leave me here
a prisoner!
Let go of her.
She's coming for you.
She'll live inside you forever.
Who?
What are you talking about?
Your thoughts hold
empty threats.
Run.
Run.
I didn't mean to startle you.
But now that you're awake...
we need to talk.
Look.
It's a simple request.
I just need you to stop
seeing Margy.
Okay?
See, these dreams you're having
are no good.
They'll only confuse you.
I just want what's best for you.
Now tell me you'll do that.
Come on, Ayla.
A simple yes.
Say it.
Come on, Ayla.
Say yes!
Yes!
Yo.
Look.
It's real!
So, this is my book,
and I'm holding it in my hands.
Oh, my God.
I am so excited
to share more about
this new project with you guys.
I've been slaving away on it
for the last six months.
Uh, more information soon.
Yo!
Look.
It's real!
So, this is my book,
and I'm holding it in my hands.
Oh, my God.
I am so excited
to share more about
this new project with you guys.
I've been slaving away on it
for the last six months.
Uh, more information soon.
-Devin?
-Yeah. It's just me.
I'm sorry.
I can get out.
No. No.
Stay.
I just wanted to apologize
for last night.
I feel like I came off
too strong.
Can you pass me the body wash?
It's actually insane
what California's
water compliance code is
for showerheads.
Did you know that there are
only 1.5 gallons of water
coming out
of this little spigot?
That's when you know a man
is running shit.
A bald man.
How do you know
about all of that?
The building wouldn't let me
change out my showerhead,
and when I went to fight it,
I found out why.
Switch with me?
Anyway, you know what they say.
Save water.
Shower together.
Well, again, I'm sorry.
How are you feeling today?
Did you have
a good therapy session?
Uh, you could hear us?
No.
I figured you might have.
Oh. Good.
What'd you talk about?
Nothing, really.
We shared how the transfer
is going.
How is it going?
Are you feeling better today?
Great.
I'm glad.
Breathe.
We're syncing.
I'll let you finish up in here.
I wax.
New session activated.
Analyzing.
Begin.
Begin!
Beginning session.
Hello, Ayla.
Anxiety levels are --
She just hopped in the shower
with me.
Sorry.
I did not understand that.
I'm literally in the nude,
naked, s-showering,
and she just --
she just came in!
I just -- I just don't
understand what just happened.
That-- That's weird, right?
Sounds like she made you
uncomfortable.
Did she cross
a personal boundary?
-Yes!
-Ayla...
calmly sit down
and find a relaxing position.
Seated.
You need to have a conversation
where you calmly discuss
your boundaries.
Uh-huh.
Communication is the key.
Okay.
Thanks.
Bye.
Fuck.
What's wrong?
I thought you got your period
there for a second.
There.
You're okay.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Book signing, 1:00 p.m. today.
-Hi.
-Hi.
My name is Ayla Ackerman,
and I brought you some coffee.
I know you just had
a-a live book read.
Congratulations on your book,
by the way.
Um, I would love to have
a moment of your time
to just pick your brain
and, um...
Sorry I'm so fucking awkward.
I've been waiting for you.
Let's find a bench.
She would say I was dead.
Bitch.
I'm sorry.
She only implied it.
But she didn't bother
correcting me either.
You don't know Devin like I do.
This makes perfect sense.
We're all just fictional
characters in Devin's book.
And...if it's not
her happy ending,
well, your chapter ends
right there.
Somehow, though, I'm convinced
she doesn't even want one.
She can't be happy.
Why lie and say you're dead?
Look at my face.
She's the reason
I look like this.
Hot mess.
How did she say I died?
A car accident.
Unbelievable.
Let's just leave everything in
but the actual truth.
We were driving on Mulholland.
We like to smoke
at the lookout spot.
I mean, who doesn't?
And I was particularly anxious
that day because...
...we had decided to sink.
I think she could sense it.
I think that's why she suggested
we go up there.
But...
But on the way down...
I let my feelings out about it,
and s-she did not take it well.
Any normal person would get it.
Okay.
Let's just stop.
I swear, I c-- I can't follow
her when she gets like that.
She was suddenly adamant
that I needed to apologize,
that I-I didn't trust her.
She was threatening to pull over
'cause she'd been insulted.
She was just driving so fast
and so mad.
And I was begging her
to just slow down,
and that's when she swerved
out of control.
Hit an oncoming car.
And we were in a convertible.
And I was high, so...
I'd forgotten to buckle up.
Flipped forward.
Grated my face
along the asphalt.
Not being buckled
actually saved me...
'cause I would have been
crushed.
Oh, my God.
But she...she gets to walk away
from all of this
as if nothing ever happened.
Me dead.
But I'm reminded every day,
every hour,
down to the freaking second
of my new reality.
I don't even recognize myself
sometimes.
Mar-- Margaret...
...I just want you to know
that...
you are still so beautiful.
And I am so, so sorry.
I'll be honest.
I'm worried about you.
If things get weirder
or she does anything
and you need help,
here's my number.
She's still at 1230 South Olive.
Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you.
God.
It feels like such a relief
to not feel like this has
all just been in my head.
-The lying and the dreams --
-No, it's not in your head.
But you have to stop the sync.
It might be too late for me
now, but...
...you might still have
a chance.
And then if I were you,
I'd move the fuck out.
Um, I-I'm sorry.
I have to take this.
But, um, thank you.
And sorry for...
It's okay.
You did what you had to.
Call me if you need anything.
Shit.
Seriously, Mom?
What the fuck?
She wanted to know how you
were doing and say hello to me.
At least someone misses me.
Why can't you just stand up
for me?
She hurt me.
I don't care if you think
she's a nice person
or if she misses you --
-She misses you too.
-Or she misses me.
You're my mom.
Get on my fucking side.
Hey.
-Oh, hi.
-Where'd you go?
Just needed some fresh air
and...Yeah.
Are you feeling better?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
It's my mom.
She can get to me.
But it's fine.
I get that.
Sorry.
Where'd you find good coffee?
I didn't say I got coffee.
You didn't need to, silly.
Uh, just up the street,
by the flower shop.
You know, um...
I'm already forgetting the name.
-Was it good?
-Yeah.
I'm sorry. I should have asked
if you wanted any.
No worries. I've got
my afternoon ashwagandha.
Sure you're feeling okay?
Yeah.
Just coffee jitters, I guess.
Here.
Have some water.
You're not thrown off
by this morning, are you?
This morning?
Yeah. Me hopping into
the shower with you.
That's okay, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's fine.
'Cause we're totally close now,
right?
Mm-hmm.
Totally.
-Wow. I really need to pee.
-Ew.
Just kidding.
Go pee.
And if you get hungry,
I made plenty of salad.
Thanks.
No, no, no!
Fuck me.
Don't worry.
I didn't mix the dressing in.
I just wanted some water.
What happened?
What it looks like -- fucking
spilled hot tea all over myself.
Hey, did you see my prescription
pills lying around anywhere?
No.
Are you feeling okay?
Yeah. There's just not
in my medicine cabinet.
Weird. Must have got
flung around somewhere.
Did you see them when you hopped
in the shower with me?
-No.
-Are you sure?
Are you accusing me
of something here?
What?
No.
Okay.
Are you feeling anxious?
Not really.
It's just important.
Okay.
Would you mind looking for them
with me?
Sure.
Let's go have a look.
Let's try the bathroom first.
Nothing?
I don't think they're in here.
Okay.
Let's sweep my room real quick.
Thanks again.
Did you take out the trash
already?
Could you have knocked it in
there accidentally or something?
Yeah, I did throw away some
boxes with the trash yesterday.
Shit.
Maybe that's what happened.
Yeah.
I bet that's what happened.
Anyway, I need to get back
to work.
Yeah! Of course!
Thanks.
You sure you're okay?
You seem jumpy
since you went out for coffee.
Yep.
Just don't like my medication
missing.
Okay. Well, don't worry.
We'll find it.
I'll see you later.
Margy.
M-A-R-G-Y.
Ayla...
Shit. Shit.
Shit!
Ayla, what are you doing?
Nothing.
What are you doing?
Ayla.
-Ayla. Just give it to me.
-What?
You tried to accuse me
of stealing.
No, I didn't.
What are you talking about?
Just give me back my phone.
You lied to me.
You lied to me
about stopping the sync.
I'm trying to help you.
I like you
and your fucking crutches.
-Dev...
-Ayla.
-Dev...
-Ayla, don't be stupid.
I can't!
I need it!
Just give me back
my fucking phone!
We need to talk.
Look.
I'm willing to forgive you.
We all make mistakes.
I just need you to apologize
and we can move on.
I want to trust you, okay?
Don't stonewall me, Ayla.
Okay.
I'll apologize if you go first.
-What?
-Margy isn't dead.
I never said she was dead.
-You basically did.
-It's complicated.
I met with her in person today,
Devon.
You don't think I knew that?!
God, Ayla.
Why don't you just talk to me?
I'll tell you everything
you need to know.
She told me about the accident,
how it was all your fault.
-A little blameless, are we?
-Shut the fuck up.
You don't know
what you're talking about.
She just wanted to stop
the sync,
-and you spun out of control.
-Shut up!
Ayla, what the fuck
are you doing?
Are you crazy?
Put that down!
-Sit.
-Come on.
Sit!
How could you even say that
about someone?
-How could you even make --
-She was a pathological liar.
You can't believe a word
she says.
She would put us
in dangerous situations
and then twist it on me
like it was my idea.
That car accident?
She was so obsessed
with having things her way
that she would deliberately
jump out of a moving vehicle
just to prove to me that
if I didn't do what she wanted,
she would go to such extreme
lengths to make sure that I did.
That meant putting her own life
in my hands.
If I didn't decide that day
that she died,
I would have never let her go,
Ayla!
You have to believe me!
You saw!
Ayla, you hit your head hard.
Please just sit down.
You're not being rational
right now.
I know you're fucking lying!
She hurt me, Ayla.
I-I'll tell you everything
you need to know,
even if it pains me, okay?
Just sit down.
We'll talk this out.
I mean, really!
Look at us.
What are we doing?
You're right.
Fucking liar!
I see you, Devon.
I see your fucking every move!
I pick your head now too.
That's right, bitch,
and I'll forever be in yours.
You are not smarter than me.
I will own you.
Fuck!
I need a towel.
Look. I'm not happy
where we're at right now.
But if you just take me
to the hospital,
I'll say it was an accident
and we can start over
with a clean slate,
clear communication.
Can you handle that?
No!
No, I can't handle that!
You were going to take a stab
at me first!
-You lied.
-You're not facing reality.
We need to be a team here.
You'll never be free otherwise.
No.
-Don't be a child.
-Fuck you!
You don't give a shit
about anyone!
I'm not doing this!
You don't exactly have a choice.
And since when do you give
a shit about anyone, Ayla?
You only care about
your social-media engagement.
-I'm not the villain here!
-Yeah?
Well, that's not
what Hannah says.
What, you think
you could just speak to Margy
and I wouldn't speak to her?
Ayla, what are you doing?
Ayla.
Ayla!
Stop!
Get away!
Ayla!
Ayla, no.
Ayla...
Ayla?
Ayla!
It's going to be okay.
Ayla?
Ayla?
Ayla?
All right, babes.
We made it to LA.
Fresh off the plane.
I can't wait
to show you guys around.
Answer call.
Hi, Mom. I told you I'd call you
when I got settled in.
I wanted to know
you landed safely.
-I saw you on Instagram.
-So clearly I'm okay.
I know. I know.
It's just that I'm almost there.
Hannah is a nice girl.
Why did you have to move?
Mom, she was driving me crazy.
Can we please just drop it?
Everyone drives you crazy.
I really don't want to talk
about this right now.
I just need this, okay?
This is just a very big move.
You don't have to stay there
if you don't --
I got to go.
I'm here.
I love you.
-Be nice.
-Bye.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
That's what I said.
Excuse me.
I-I need to get through here.
...exciting episode
of TechNicki Speaking.
With our growing ability...
Hey, Ayla.
The door code is 8832.
I'll be with you in a minute.
It's your influence-her host,
back with another
exciting episode
of TechNicki Speaking,
your number-one tech podcast,
geared to keeping you
up to date
on the latest technology
and marketing trends,
And I'm your host, Nicki Sun.
Already on the rise,
with rave reviews
but with many
contrasting opinions,
we are taking a deeper dive
into the latest
communications app, Sync.
Joining us today,
we have CEO Gina Diamantis.
-Welcome!
-Hello.
-Thank you for having me.
-Oh, it's my pleasure.
I mean, us women
need to sync up together.
That's a good pun.
I'll give you that one.
All right.
Well, let's get right into it.
For those who have not yet
heard the buzz, what is Sync?
Sync is the next best form
of human interaction.
It's a new and better way
of communicating
and understanding one another
by syncing our minds.
That sounds amazing --
and also terrifying.
Oh, but fear is
what I'm trying to eliminate.
It's the root of such things
as racism, bigotry,
and overall
human misunderstanding.
With the ability to sync
with one another,
we can't help but find
an understanding, a closeness
that one can't achieve
by just our words alone.
You made it.
-Hi!
-Sorry. I was on a call.
Fuckers can't do anything
without me.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
Am I interrupting your workday?
No, no, no.
You're good.
This place is so, so nice.
Right?
I'm so happy you're here.
Please have a seat.
Can I get you something
to drink?
Maybe a cup of coffee?
Only if you have a pot brewing.
You should try this shit.
Ashwagandha.
-Ashwa what?
-Ashwagandha.
Helps bring me equanimity
during the day.
Yeah. Sure.
I'll try it.
Dude, how wild is this?
-I know. How is this even real?
-It's not.
We're all just living
in the matrix.
Speaking of which,
are you chipped?
The fuck I am.
Want to scan me?
Only to make sure
you aren't a clone.
Be my guest.
I didn't know
you were originally from Iowa.
Even I forget sometimes.
Oh, you're a Virgo!
That's my moon.
The abominable signs shit?
Astrology?
I mean,
I'm not religious about it.
Just fun.
Okay.
My turn.
Girl.
How many years has it been?
Definitely over a decade.
Crazy.
I'm sorry we didn't really keep
in touch.
Don't be. Mom kept me
in private Catholic schools.
It's honestly better
you didn't know me then.
Yeah.
I can relate.
High school was
a complete nightmare.
Oh, I loved it.
Really loved pissing off
the nuns.
-Good, yeah?
-Mm.
Mm-hmm.
So, other than getting
a little taller
and growing some boobs,
not much has changed.
And we're both chipped.
Yeah. It's really cool.
We both are.
Well, I mean, I'm in tech,
so it'd be weird if I didn't.
But yeah, it's not something
everybody can afford.
No.
Not at all.
I was lucky to get sponsored
to do it.
-Sponsored?
-Yeah. As an influencer.
Ah.
What do you do again?
I'm a cloud engineer.
Fuck me.
I got to go check on something.
Give me a sec.
Incoming call from unknown.
Choose to answer.
Incoming call from unknown.
Sorry, Ayla.
Are you okay for few minutes?
Yes!
Shit.
Hel-- Hello?
Oh, my God.
-So you're alive?
-Hannah?
I'm seriously worried
about you.
I just -- I just want to know
that you're okay.
Yeah.
I'm -- I'm fine.
Look.
I'm...I'm sorry that we fought.
But don't let your anxiety
get the best of you
and just run away
like an insane person.
Just come home, Ayla.
We can still fix this.
-I...
-Hello?
Hannah, I can't do this.
Please stop calling me,
texting me, DM'ing me.
I got to go.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't
the only brain in the office.
What was that about?
Oh.
Aggressive cybermarketer.
Come. Let me show you
the rest of the space.
Yeah. I was a nightmare
to my parents.
But The Grudge
is my absolute favorite.
Oh, my God.
I fucking love horror films.
Oh, so you're not a pussy.
I mean, I still get squeamish
at the sight of blood
and fucking scary shit,
but Michael Myers can be Daddy.
I guess what I'm trying to say
is I probably like thrillers
more.
Mm. Oh. Do you remember
the movie The Lobster?
Was that the weird film
where, like, if you didn't find
your soul mate,
-you got turned into an animal?
-Mm-hmm.
I feel like he really nailed
what love is, you know?
Like us trying to find
our lobster and shit.
I mean, remember when
he pretended to be a psychopath
just so he could match
with that psychopath woman?
Like, how often in relationships
do we try to be like the person
we're in a relationship with?
Or more so, become them.
Like, it's interesting
in that movie
that you had to have something
exactly like the other person
or you wouldn't match.
Unity in relationships
is so important.
You should, at the core,
be like your partner.
I mean, otherwise,
what the fuck are we doing?
I mean, the Christian
and the atheist,
the Democrat and the Republican,
it just doesn't work.
I think you're being
too black-and-white about it.
No. It doesn't work
or someone has to change.
It's better to be
the bigger person and leave
than try to change someone.
What about challenging
perspectives?
That's what friendships are for.
-You're impossible.
-No.
I've just been there
and done that, and it sucks.
There are repercussions
to relationships.
Ooh!
That's deep.
Who's broken your heart?
First love?
First...fuck?
Sorry.
I-I don't mean to pry.
Yeah, you do.
Fine.
I want to know.
No.
It was, um, a friend.
She's no longer around.
Oh -- Oh, my God.
I am so, so sorry.
-I don't...
-Okay.
It's just why I don't really
like to talk to anyone about it.
Yeah, I can understand.
You can understand.
I just mean, like, why you don't
want to talk about it.
Well, you did corner me.
It was cute.
Uh, I did.
Um, I'm terrible.
I'm sorry again.
Well, now you owe me
an explanation.
Who broke your heart?
Oh.
-Never been in love.
-Okay. That's a lie.
You literally have a broken-
heart tattoo on your wrist.
Um, it's a broken heart from,
like, a best-friend necklace.
So not an ex.
Best friends can break
your heart, too.
Definitely. It's a loss people
don't normally acknowledge.
I got it with my best friend,
who has the other half tattooed
on her wrist.
But we're not friends anymore.
That's really shitty.
I'm sorry.
We were also roommates
in Brooklyn, so...
Ooh. No.
That's the worst.
It's like...
...I hate her...
but I also miss her, too.
Well, best thing
we can do for ourselves
is to try and move on.
Yeah.
You're right.
You're really pretty.
Oh.
Thank you.
These lights are such a vibe.
I know.
I love them.
-Are you seeing anyone?
-No.
I am a single woman content with
my solitude and bottles of wine.
I'm single as fuck.
Oh, yeah?
I mean, it's nearly impossible
to make any connections
these days.
-Like, real ones.
-Yeah.
-You should see my DMs.
-Dude, in this city,
I mean, everyone's so stuck
inside their heads.
Like, I don't really mind
that much,
but it doesn't hurt
to be acknowledged.
Give me a good old-fashioned
Brooklyn "Fuck you"
-or something.
-Yes!
A little aggression
to get the blood pumpin'.
Yes!
Okay. What's going on?
Do you need to take that?
No. No.
Is it the cybermarketer
from earlier?
I mean,
you seem pretty tense about it.
It's her.
The friend I was
just telling you about.
She won't leave me alone.
Okay.
Give me your phone.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
I have created a cyber blocker
for your cyberstalker.
And now I think
you should download this.
I heard about this.
All the major influencers
are starting to sync up.
But isn't this part
of the major problem?
You know,
less human-to-human interaction.
I mean, arguably,
it's more nuanced.
But like with everything new in
tech, this is only phase three.
Social media was part
of Web 2.0,
which was huge
for the gig economy
and basically sounds like
what you do.
I'm sure people had
their concerns
with replacing
hand-production methods
when the Industrial Revolution
was happening.
Ultimately, it led to higher
household income
and better quality of life.
This is the tech revolution,
babe.
Never thought of it like that.
Anyway, fuck those bitches.
You and I should do it!
A new chapter for us
and a reunion for old friends.
-Let's sync up.
-Yes.
Yes! Okay.
Let me see. Let me see.
Okay.
Pair with your partner.
"Answer these questions.
"Sync takes 72 hours
to complete."
Blah, blah, blah.
And...all right.
-Let's get this party started!
-Do it!
Oh. No, no, no.
Mm.
Vodka.
Polish.
We do proper shot.
-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.
-Cheers, bitch.
-Cheers.
There you are, you bitch.
What, you think
you can just leave
and I wouldn't come find you?
What kind of friend
do you think I am?
What happened to her?
I am beautiful.
I deserve happiness and joy.
I'm in control
of my own thoughts.
It's your influence-her host,
back with another exciting
episode of TechNicki Speaking.
With our growing
telepathic abilities with Sync,
we're talking about
audience building
like we've never seen before.
I mean, after our show,
I actually synced my mind
with the CEO Gina Diamantis,
and oh, my gosh.
The things that she
thinks about -- wild!
Did you pour yourself a cup?
Yes.
It's like you read my mind.
Well, after last night,
I don't even remember
going to bed.
Yeah.
I passed out.
Do you feel anything yet?
No, I don't think so.
It's definitely
a gradual process.
But let me know
when to make another pot.
Devin, make me more coffee.
Don't make me regret this.
Good morning
from this sunny LA.
Let's begin our stretch sesh
together.
You scared me.
Devin?
Devin?
Hello?
Devin?
Pause music.
-Sorry?
-You mind keeping it down?
Don't mind me.
Just wanted to do the dishes.
Oh. No. I'm sorry.
I was gonna do them.
It's okay.
I needed a break.
But if it's disturbing you...
I'm just trying to get through
my live meditation session,
and the clanking isn't vibing.
I see.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
It's just my work.
My fol-- My -- My work.
Uh...whatever.
It's going to be fine.
Thank God it's Friday.
Yes.
Very happy about that.
I'm supposed to meet up
with this guy
who had slid into my DMs,
like, a while ago.
And now that he knows
I live here,
he wants to meet me in person.
But I don't know
if I'm feeling it.
Don't.
Hang out with me instead.
Okay.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Devin, where are you?
Still here.
Oh. Turn around. Come on.
-Ow! That's my foot!
-Sorry.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I see it. I see it!
Get down slowly.
Remember, it senses movement.
It's right behind me, isn't it?
Oh, my God. I think I just
peed myself a little.
Sorry.
I thought you could handle it.
-You're an asshole.
-What?
We were so close to getting out.
Oh, my God.
That was terrifying.
-Wine?
-Please!
Oh.
I needed this.
Yeah. I figured.
You seemed stressed earlier.
Mm.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about that.
I've just been getting hate
from the New Yorkers.
For moving here.
Is this what you really
want to do?
What, be an influencer?
I mean, yeah.
I get a ton of freedom.
Yeah, but has it really
given you freedom?
Yeah!
I get to work from wherever
and with brands that I love.
Yeah, but you're a slave
to your followers,
exposing yourself to them
in exchange for their opinions
and rules.
I mean,
that's not entirely true.
But the part that is true
is ugly
and worth being accounted for.
I mean, you're young.
You just moved
to an exciting city.
Allow yourself to be open
to more than just
what your followers think.
Who's that?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit!
I invited that guy over!
I am so sorry, Dev.
I honestly didn't think
he would actually come.
Mm. It's fine.
-You don't mind, right?
-No. I'm fine.
I mean...you can hang with us.
Mm. Definitely not.
You go ahead.
I'll be in my room.
Well, hello, Miss New York.
I thought you were gonna
hang me out to dry.
Oh, no, no.
Come on in.
Is this an NFT?
It's fucking ugly.
Uh, I don't know.
Maybe.
It's my roommate's.
Yeah. It's, uh, it's an iso
for a pretty nice place.
"Pretty nice"?
Well, you know, for being
out here in the wop-wops.
What's wrong
with downtown LA?
My dear, you have lots to learn.
Do you mind?
Uh, no.
Go ahead.
I'm sure my roommate won't mind.
Is she here?
Yeah, but she's cool.
Oh.
-Where do you live again?
-Santa Monica.
Beautiful sky-rise, tenth floor,
overlooking the ocean.
No roommates.
Well, after the day I've had,
I am glad to be here with you,
beautiful.
Cheers.
Cheers.
-Tough day at work?
-Nah.
I spent all day on the phone
with my car dealership
'cause I bought this Bimmer
last week, right?
It hasn't turned up yet.
You know, like,
you'd expect a bit of gratitude.
But it's just -- I mean, even
when I spoke to the guy, right?
He was just such a dick
about it.
It's fucking ridiculous.
I mean, what's happened to
good quality customer service?
You know what I mean?
-Ayla?
-Um...
...it must be nice to be getting
a sweet new ride, though.
That's not the point.
It's not ethical
what they're doing.
I mean, when my dad has been
a loyal customer for so long,
it's just...
-What an asshole.
Uh, got it?
Uh, I'm -- I'm sorry.
I'm not feeling well.
Uh...no.
We're good.
Maybe hit me up another time.
Maybe we meet at mine.
Yikes.
I see how it is.
This isn't my fault.
This is exactly how you treat
people you care about.
Hannah, shut up.
I'm sorry, okay?
-Just leave me alone.
-Fine.
But you won't be able
to replace me.
And no one will ever care
about you as much as me.
I'm your best friend!
Don't worry.
I got you.
Just stay with me.
Help!
Someone help us!
Come on, girl.
Stay with me.
Who are you?
Mar-- Margy.
Margy, wake up!
Margy.
My thoughts are slowing down.
My breathing is anchored
from within my core,
and these breaths are relaxing
to my mind and my body.
As my mind and my body
begin to relax,
I can problem-solve
more effectively.
I am reclaiming my power.
My peace is my power.
Thank you.
This looks amazing.
Ah.
She needs her coffee.
Please.
You okay there?
Yeah.
Just had myself a night.
Did he stay over?
No. I'm not even sure
I want to see him again.
Except maybe to see
his nice place.
Could you hear us?
-Hear you?
-Talking.
I hope we weren't being
too loud.
No.
Eat up.
I got seconds coming.
Or else, I guess...compost.
Shut up and give a damn
about the environment.
See? We're already arguing
like an old married couple.
This is bliss.
Do you think we could dream
of people we haven't met
or places we haven't been to
or seen?
I always believed dreams
were just recycled versions
of our own memories.
I mean, you're forgetting
about all the things
our brain is subconsciously
taking inventory of.
There's no way to measure
the data of our subconscious,
and that's why some people think
they're experiencing dj vu.
There's no such thing.
It's just temporal-lobe
epilepsy.
Oh.
I was a psych major before
I switched to computer science.
Human behavior and the mind
fascinate me.
Are you a right-brain
or left-brain kind of person?
See, that's another stupid thing
people say.
I mean, it's a theory,
not a fact
and actually anatomically
incorrect.
The prefrontal
and posterior parts of the brain
are perhaps a better way
to put it.
See, the front of the brain
mediates intellectual function,
and the back of the brain
controls visual association
and understanding of language.
So a visual person
is actually a back-of-the-brain
kind of person?
Yeah.
That's what it is.
Anyway,
I'd better get back to work.
Are you gonna be modeling
today?
No, but I do have some
product reviews I should do.
I'll be in my room.
Let me know
if you need anything.
Sounds good.
Oh.
Almost forgot this.
Activated new session.
Analyzing user data.
Stress levels are high.
A 40% increase
of cortisol levels
from the previous session.
Your session is beginning now.
Hello, Ayla.
I can tell you're feeling
a bit stressed today.
Something is bothering you.
What is it?
-Ayla?
-Yes.
I can tell
that you're distracted.
Yes.
Um, I, um...
Well, my roommate and I,
we started the sync.
The mind sync?
Yes.
It's...
Please find stillness and speak
when you're comfortably ready.
It's this new app for people
who've been chipped
to, like, communicate by...
mind-syncing.
Kind of like how you and I
can understand each other.
I see. Sync communications app,
founded by Gina Diamantis.
Is this sync overwhelming
for you?
Maybe.
It's just I'm having these
nightmares of Hannah again.
I'm sorry that is happening
again.
It's just they're more intense,
and...
and then there's
this other girl.
Maybe I should stop this.
It's just we were having
a wine night...
A combination
of antidepressants and alcohol
will affect your judgment,
coordination,
motor skills, and reaction time
more than alcohol alone.
Some combinations may make
you sleepy.
This can impair your ability
to drive
or do other tasks that require
focus and attention.
You may become sedated
or feel drowsy.
Source -- Mayo Clinic.
Sorry.
We were bonding.
Six indoor bonding activities
for adult.
Take a cooking class.
Start a book club.
Take a dance class.
Sign up for trivia.
Join an intramural league.
Volunteer.
Um, okay.
Okay.
Remember to do
your breathing exercises
when you're having
overwhelming thoughts.
Goodbye.
Session complete.
-Margy.
-Someone help us!
Margy.
Margy, wake up!
Knock, knock.
-Hi!
-This came for you today.
It's from her, isn't it?
I don't understand how she got
this address.
Tear it up.
She'll stop when she knows she
can't get ahold of you at all.
You're right.
I need to stop letting her
get to me.
You okay?
Were you talking to yourself
in here?
Oh. No.
I was talking to my therapist.
-Oh.
-Yeah.
It's amazing how accessible
it is these days.
You know,
with AI and everything.
I suppose it helps some people
the same way religion does.
Why do you go to therapy?
You know, I get
really bad anxiety sometimes.
Like, it just comes out
of nowhere.
-But coding helps calm me down.
-Yeah.
That's why I go to therapy --
for my anxiety.
I get it.
I never shared that
with anyone before.
It's stupid.
I just feel like I'm being
dramatic.
But the feelings I get sometimes
are so intense,
I feel like I can't breathe,
like legit I'm going to pass out
and die.
It's terrifying.
I almost died
in a terrible accident once.
Since then, I feel like that's
spurred on some attacks for me.
I'm sorry.
But -- But see?
I feel like such a pussy.
Yeah.
What's your deal?
I'm kidding.
Your feelings are valid.
It's what my therapist says.
Well, you can be 100% open
with me.
Why do you think you have it?
I'm asking 'cause I'm gonna
pick up on the energy stronger
once the sync is complete.
It's better I know now
so I can handle it.
You're right.
I...I didn't think of that.
Um, but I really don't know
why I get it.
I take medications,
so don't worry about finding me
passed out anywhere.
-Come on, Ayla.
-What?
I'm gonna know.
We are mind-syncing.
Well, what about you?
What about me?
Shouldn't I know more
about this accident?
Was it a car accident?
Maybe we jumped on the mind sync
a little too quickly.
No! No, no, no.
I am so sorry.
I just really don't know
why I get anxiety attacks.
But honestly, I haven't had any
since I got here.
Okay. Well, maybe we can chat
more when I'm off the clock.
Yeah.
Sure.
Get out!
-You okay?
-Yeah. Just saw a spider.
Shit.
Are you okay?
You can still come home.
Yeah.
I'm doing fine.
Something is bothering you.
You can call me again later.
Mom, why did you give her
my address?
What address?
Who?
Hannah.
You gave her my address.
You're the only person
from back home who knows it.
Ayla, she ask me,
and I just hate how two of you
ended things.
She is a good girl.
That's besides the point.
Mom, uh, I got to go.
This is childish.
She's being an adult
and trying to reach out.
Mom, I-I really got to go.
My -- My coffee is ready.
I'll call you back later.
Ayla.
Hey.
Are you okay?
You shouldn't be here.
Where am I?
You shouldn't be here.
I don't understand.
I need you to do something
for me.
Take me away from her.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Ayla.
Oh, good.
It works.
What?
Well, we're about halfway
through the sync,
so we can communicate
mentally now.
It's, like, a weird feeling,
but if you just concentrate,
I can say your name
and you can hear me.
Here.
Let me try again.
Ayla.
Ayla.
-Can you hear me?
-Yes.
Yes!
I heard you.
Oh, my God.
This is so insane.
I didn't think it would be
like this.
It's almost like we can hear
each other's
emotional instincts.
I know.
This is so fucking cool.
Nice wig.
Want to try on the blue?
Mm.
Yes.
Obsessed.
Wait.
Let's take a selfie.
-Just don't tag me, okay?
-What?
-I'm just private.
-But your profile is public.
Well, I still like to keep
my personal life private.
-Oh. The pizza's here.
-That sounds so good.
I forgot to feed myself today.
I figured, so I got us vegan.
You did that for me?
No real cheese for you, doll.
Try it again.
Yes. Yes. I hear you.
Again.
I do. Who knew I could learn
Polish this way?
This is crazy.
Keep going.
Blue. Come on.
You can do better than that.
Figured it out
while riding my bike.
And by fifth grade,
after seeing some soft-core
HBO porn,
it was a swift jump
down the rabbit hole.
I think in the fifth grade
I still believed
I only had two holes,
and I was literally living
in fear that my future baby
would be birthed
via my pee hole.
Okay. Okay.
More Polish.
M...Margaret?
Margy?
So you can see her now?
Yeah. I didn't know where
it was coming from at first.
But then I figured
it was coming from you.
Interesting.
What have you been seeing?
Nothing, really.
Just fragments of her.
Was she your friend?
Yes.
You must really miss her.
I do.
She was my best friend.
The accident
would've never happened.
She just...
God, she was stubborn.
I loved that about her.
But there are certain things
you say that can't be unsaid
and certain things you do
that can't be undone.
Was...it a car accident?
She just wouldn't...
Fuck.
She just wouldn't what?
She was arguing with me,
and...she wouldn't calm down.
And I'm just trying to keep
my eyes on the road.
It was awful.
You know, she might be the cause
of some of your anxiety.
Like it's her trying to get
inside our heads.
Shit.
I-I'm sorry again.
And it's Hannah, right?
The friend that you abandoned.
I can see her, probably like
how you can see Margy,
and I just get this feeling
of abandonment.
-It's sad --
-Stop. Stop.
Why does everyone point
the finger at me?
-What do you know?
-Ayla, calm down.
I'm not judging you.
I'm just trying to understand.
I mean, in almost less than
24 hours, I'm gonna need you
to be completely open
and honest with me.
Without honesty,
our relationship is meaningless.
I can see you for you,
and I know you didn't mean
to hurt her.
She was my best friend.
My only friend.
And because I didn't want to do
everything she did
or if, like, I wanted to
hang out with other people,
she would just make me feel
so fucking guilty all the time.
I just grew tired of feeling
that way.
Maybe those feelings of guilt
are personal
to how you're choosing
to handle the situation
and not what she
actually intended.
But she kind of just sounds
like she really cares.
She was suffocating me!
Yes, she would have gladly done
anything for me.
But I have to be
my own fucking person
and make my own
fucking decisions.
You know, in any relationship,
both individuals have to be
willing to give themselves up.
I mean, why even have a partner,
a best friend?
That sounds like
unhealthy codependency.
Codependency is different
than loyalty.
Y-Yeah, but at a certain point,
I don't see how loyalty means
losing a sense of self.
That's your insecurity talking.
Insecurity of what?
Control.
You know what?
Fuck this.
Ayla, wait.
You can't cut me out.
You need to stop running away
from conflict.
This back-and-forth we're having
is healthy for you.
You need to deal with
your emotions.
Look. I just mean we're in this
together now, okay?
And we can help each other heal
from our past friendships.
I just need to be sure
you can communicate with me.
You've been hurt.
I've been hurt.
Let's work on this together.
What do you mean?
I clearly misjudged
your circumstance with Hannah.
I don't know what kind of things
you might be seeing with Margy,
but I'm sure it's not
all butterflies and roses.
So let's just give each other
space to talk.
Yeah.
Stop!
What's wrong?
-Don't do this!
-Ayla, are you okay?
Why are you yelling at me?
I'm not saying anything.
Get out!
That.
You don't hear that?
No.
Maybe this sync stuff
is overwhelming me.
C-Can we stop it?
N-No.
It's gonna be okay.
But we can, right?
Of course. Just --
Let's -- Let's give it a try.
I mean, look how much closer
we've already gotten.
Why don't you just get
some sleep
and then tomorrow, if you're
still feeling weird, we'll stop.
Okay?
Okay.
Trust me.
Sleep will do you good.
I'm used to overworking
my brain, but rest will help.
Night.
Devin?
Yeah?
Why would Margaret be trying to
get into our heads?
I think for those
that have left us,
they can only really exist
in our memories.
It's the only thing
keeping them alive.
Margy!
Margy, come out and talk to me!
If you could only own up
to your mistakes.
-My mistakes?
-I know it was an accident.
But...was your pride
worth losing me?
I think you're confused.
Stop doing that!
Just admit it!
You can't leave me here
a prisoner!
Let go of her.
She's coming for you.
She'll live inside you forever.
Who?
What are you talking about?
Your thoughts hold
empty threats.
Run.
Run.
I didn't mean to startle you.
But now that you're awake...
we need to talk.
Look.
It's a simple request.
I just need you to stop
seeing Margy.
Okay?
See, these dreams you're having
are no good.
They'll only confuse you.
I just want what's best for you.
Now tell me you'll do that.
Come on, Ayla.
A simple yes.
Say it.
Come on, Ayla.
Say yes!
Yes!
Yo.
Look.
It's real!
So, this is my book,
and I'm holding it in my hands.
Oh, my God.
I am so excited
to share more about
this new project with you guys.
I've been slaving away on it
for the last six months.
Uh, more information soon.
Yo!
Look.
It's real!
So, this is my book,
and I'm holding it in my hands.
Oh, my God.
I am so excited
to share more about
this new project with you guys.
I've been slaving away on it
for the last six months.
Uh, more information soon.
-Devin?
-Yeah. It's just me.
I'm sorry.
I can get out.
No. No.
Stay.
I just wanted to apologize
for last night.
I feel like I came off
too strong.
Can you pass me the body wash?
It's actually insane
what California's
water compliance code is
for showerheads.
Did you know that there are
only 1.5 gallons of water
coming out
of this little spigot?
That's when you know a man
is running shit.
A bald man.
How do you know
about all of that?
The building wouldn't let me
change out my showerhead,
and when I went to fight it,
I found out why.
Switch with me?
Anyway, you know what they say.
Save water.
Shower together.
Well, again, I'm sorry.
How are you feeling today?
Did you have
a good therapy session?
Uh, you could hear us?
No.
I figured you might have.
Oh. Good.
What'd you talk about?
Nothing, really.
We shared how the transfer
is going.
How is it going?
Are you feeling better today?
Great.
I'm glad.
Breathe.
We're syncing.
I'll let you finish up in here.
I wax.
New session activated.
Analyzing.
Begin.
Begin!
Beginning session.
Hello, Ayla.
Anxiety levels are --
She just hopped in the shower
with me.
Sorry.
I did not understand that.
I'm literally in the nude,
naked, s-showering,
and she just --
she just came in!
I just -- I just don't
understand what just happened.
That-- That's weird, right?
Sounds like she made you
uncomfortable.
Did she cross
a personal boundary?
-Yes!
-Ayla...
calmly sit down
and find a relaxing position.
Seated.
You need to have a conversation
where you calmly discuss
your boundaries.
Uh-huh.
Communication is the key.
Okay.
Thanks.
Bye.
Fuck.
What's wrong?
I thought you got your period
there for a second.
There.
You're okay.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Book signing, 1:00 p.m. today.
-Hi.
-Hi.
My name is Ayla Ackerman,
and I brought you some coffee.
I know you just had
a-a live book read.
Congratulations on your book,
by the way.
Um, I would love to have
a moment of your time
to just pick your brain
and, um...
Sorry I'm so fucking awkward.
I've been waiting for you.
Let's find a bench.
She would say I was dead.
Bitch.
I'm sorry.
She only implied it.
But she didn't bother
correcting me either.
You don't know Devin like I do.
This makes perfect sense.
We're all just fictional
characters in Devin's book.
And...if it's not
her happy ending,
well, your chapter ends
right there.
Somehow, though, I'm convinced
she doesn't even want one.
She can't be happy.
Why lie and say you're dead?
Look at my face.
She's the reason
I look like this.
Hot mess.
How did she say I died?
A car accident.
Unbelievable.
Let's just leave everything in
but the actual truth.
We were driving on Mulholland.
We like to smoke
at the lookout spot.
I mean, who doesn't?
And I was particularly anxious
that day because...
...we had decided to sink.
I think she could sense it.
I think that's why she suggested
we go up there.
But...
But on the way down...
I let my feelings out about it,
and s-she did not take it well.
Any normal person would get it.
Okay.
Let's just stop.
I swear, I c-- I can't follow
her when she gets like that.
She was suddenly adamant
that I needed to apologize,
that I-I didn't trust her.
She was threatening to pull over
'cause she'd been insulted.
She was just driving so fast
and so mad.
And I was begging her
to just slow down,
and that's when she swerved
out of control.
Hit an oncoming car.
And we were in a convertible.
And I was high, so...
I'd forgotten to buckle up.
Flipped forward.
Grated my face
along the asphalt.
Not being buckled
actually saved me...
'cause I would have been
crushed.
Oh, my God.
But she...she gets to walk away
from all of this
as if nothing ever happened.
Me dead.
But I'm reminded every day,
every hour,
down to the freaking second
of my new reality.
I don't even recognize myself
sometimes.
Mar-- Margaret...
...I just want you to know
that...
you are still so beautiful.
And I am so, so sorry.
I'll be honest.
I'm worried about you.
If things get weirder
or she does anything
and you need help,
here's my number.
She's still at 1230 South Olive.
Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you.
God.
It feels like such a relief
to not feel like this has
all just been in my head.
-The lying and the dreams --
-No, it's not in your head.
But you have to stop the sync.
It might be too late for me
now, but...
...you might still have
a chance.
And then if I were you,
I'd move the fuck out.
Um, I-I'm sorry.
I have to take this.
But, um, thank you.
And sorry for...
It's okay.
You did what you had to.
Call me if you need anything.
Shit.
Seriously, Mom?
What the fuck?
She wanted to know how you
were doing and say hello to me.
At least someone misses me.
Why can't you just stand up
for me?
She hurt me.
I don't care if you think
she's a nice person
or if she misses you --
-She misses you too.
-Or she misses me.
You're my mom.
Get on my fucking side.
Hey.
-Oh, hi.
-Where'd you go?
Just needed some fresh air
and...Yeah.
Are you feeling better?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
It's my mom.
She can get to me.
But it's fine.
I get that.
Sorry.
Where'd you find good coffee?
I didn't say I got coffee.
You didn't need to, silly.
Uh, just up the street,
by the flower shop.
You know, um...
I'm already forgetting the name.
-Was it good?
-Yeah.
I'm sorry. I should have asked
if you wanted any.
No worries. I've got
my afternoon ashwagandha.
Sure you're feeling okay?
Yeah.
Just coffee jitters, I guess.
Here.
Have some water.
You're not thrown off
by this morning, are you?
This morning?
Yeah. Me hopping into
the shower with you.
That's okay, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's fine.
'Cause we're totally close now,
right?
Mm-hmm.
Totally.
-Wow. I really need to pee.
-Ew.
Just kidding.
Go pee.
And if you get hungry,
I made plenty of salad.
Thanks.
No, no, no!
Fuck me.
Don't worry.
I didn't mix the dressing in.
I just wanted some water.
What happened?
What it looks like -- fucking
spilled hot tea all over myself.
Hey, did you see my prescription
pills lying around anywhere?
No.
Are you feeling okay?
Yeah. There's just not
in my medicine cabinet.
Weird. Must have got
flung around somewhere.
Did you see them when you hopped
in the shower with me?
-No.
-Are you sure?
Are you accusing me
of something here?
What?
No.
Okay.
Are you feeling anxious?
Not really.
It's just important.
Okay.
Would you mind looking for them
with me?
Sure.
Let's go have a look.
Let's try the bathroom first.
Nothing?
I don't think they're in here.
Okay.
Let's sweep my room real quick.
Thanks again.
Did you take out the trash
already?
Could you have knocked it in
there accidentally or something?
Yeah, I did throw away some
boxes with the trash yesterday.
Shit.
Maybe that's what happened.
Yeah.
I bet that's what happened.
Anyway, I need to get back
to work.
Yeah! Of course!
Thanks.
You sure you're okay?
You seem jumpy
since you went out for coffee.
Yep.
Just don't like my medication
missing.
Okay. Well, don't worry.
We'll find it.
I'll see you later.
Margy.
M-A-R-G-Y.
Ayla...
Shit. Shit.
Shit!
Ayla, what are you doing?
Nothing.
What are you doing?
Ayla.
-Ayla. Just give it to me.
-What?
You tried to accuse me
of stealing.
No, I didn't.
What are you talking about?
Just give me back my phone.
You lied to me.
You lied to me
about stopping the sync.
I'm trying to help you.
I like you
and your fucking crutches.
-Dev...
-Ayla.
-Dev...
-Ayla, don't be stupid.
I can't!
I need it!
Just give me back
my fucking phone!
We need to talk.
Look.
I'm willing to forgive you.
We all make mistakes.
I just need you to apologize
and we can move on.
I want to trust you, okay?
Don't stonewall me, Ayla.
Okay.
I'll apologize if you go first.
-What?
-Margy isn't dead.
I never said she was dead.
-You basically did.
-It's complicated.
I met with her in person today,
Devon.
You don't think I knew that?!
God, Ayla.
Why don't you just talk to me?
I'll tell you everything
you need to know.
She told me about the accident,
how it was all your fault.
-A little blameless, are we?
-Shut the fuck up.
You don't know
what you're talking about.
She just wanted to stop
the sync,
-and you spun out of control.
-Shut up!
Ayla, what the fuck
are you doing?
Are you crazy?
Put that down!
-Sit.
-Come on.
Sit!
How could you even say that
about someone?
-How could you even make --
-She was a pathological liar.
You can't believe a word
she says.
She would put us
in dangerous situations
and then twist it on me
like it was my idea.
That car accident?
She was so obsessed
with having things her way
that she would deliberately
jump out of a moving vehicle
just to prove to me that
if I didn't do what she wanted,
she would go to such extreme
lengths to make sure that I did.
That meant putting her own life
in my hands.
If I didn't decide that day
that she died,
I would have never let her go,
Ayla!
You have to believe me!
You saw!
Ayla, you hit your head hard.
Please just sit down.
You're not being rational
right now.
I know you're fucking lying!
She hurt me, Ayla.
I-I'll tell you everything
you need to know,
even if it pains me, okay?
Just sit down.
We'll talk this out.
I mean, really!
Look at us.
What are we doing?
You're right.
Fucking liar!
I see you, Devon.
I see your fucking every move!
I pick your head now too.
That's right, bitch,
and I'll forever be in yours.
You are not smarter than me.
I will own you.
Fuck!
I need a towel.
Look. I'm not happy
where we're at right now.
But if you just take me
to the hospital,
I'll say it was an accident
and we can start over
with a clean slate,
clear communication.
Can you handle that?
No!
No, I can't handle that!
You were going to take a stab
at me first!
-You lied.
-You're not facing reality.
We need to be a team here.
You'll never be free otherwise.
No.
-Don't be a child.
-Fuck you!
You don't give a shit
about anyone!
I'm not doing this!
You don't exactly have a choice.
And since when do you give
a shit about anyone, Ayla?
You only care about
your social-media engagement.
-I'm not the villain here!
-Yeah?
Well, that's not
what Hannah says.
What, you think
you could just speak to Margy
and I wouldn't speak to her?
Ayla, what are you doing?
Ayla.
Ayla!
Stop!
Get away!
Ayla!
Ayla, no.
Ayla...
Ayla?
Ayla!
It's going to be okay.
Ayla?
Ayla?
Ayla?