The Abandon (2022) Movie Script
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[indistinct radio chatter]
[gunshots, explosion
in distance]
[helicopter whirring]
[aircrafts whooshing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[explosions]
[radar beeping]
[explosion]
[rocks clattering]
[pants]
[fires]
[grunts]
[man yelling in foreign
language in background]
Move!
[pants, groans]
SOLDIER: Where the
fuck is everybody?
I told you guys
to stay on my ass!
Oh, fuck! They were
right behind me!
[firing in background]
[soldier groaning]
Fuck!
[grunts]
Okay.
Come on let's go. Come on.
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
Cover that door!
[firing]
[groans]
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
Captain! Oh, fuck.
This is bad.
[groans]
Fuck.
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
[explosion in distance]
Dorian.
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[firing in background]
[pants]
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
[fires, pants]
[groans]
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.
[pants]
[groans]
[pants]
[metal squeaking in distance]
[takes deep breaths]
[whooshing]
[firing in distance]
[pants]
[whirring]
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[grunts]
[takes deep breaths]
Oh, shit!
[groans]
Son of a...
[groans]
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[pants, groans]
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[groans]
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[groans]
Fuck!
[groans, pants]
What the fuck is this?
Is this a hospital?
Can I get a fuckin'
medic in here?
You guys fuckin' forget
about me or something?
[groans]
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Fuck you!
Eagle Actual, this
is Eagle Mobile.
Call sign 7321. Mm...
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What the...
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Somebody just say something.
Say something!
[thump]
As-salaam...
Fuck. How do you say it?
As-salaam alaik...
As-salaam alaikum!
As-salaam alaikum!
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Are you messing with...
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[takes deep breaths]
Uh. Alright.
[takes deep breaths]
Come on. What is this?
Huh?
[takes deep breaths]
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[pants]
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Let me out! Let me out!
Let me out!
[sweat sizzles]
No, no, no, no. I'm
not... I'm not dead!
[groans, pants]
I'm not dead. I'm not...
I'm not... am I?
[pants]
[fires]
Let me out! Let me out.
Fuck. Fuck.
[yells]
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
[yells]
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[breaths rapidly]
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[groans]
[dragging]
[groaning, thumping]
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[takes deep breaths]
[groans, pants]
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Wait. Wait.
[groans]
You changed something.
[water dripping in background]
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It's... it's a... it's a dream.
It's a dream. It's a dream.
A dream. I'm dreaming. I'm
dreaming. It's a dream.
A fucking nightmare.
[grunts]
This is Miles Willis.
[static on radio]
If anybody's listening please...
[static on radio]
Please say something.
[static on radio]
Fuck.
WOMAN: [on radio] East,
on... East, uh, on the 128.
Copy. Do you... do you copy?
This is call sign
7321. Do you copy?
Dammit!
[groans, pants]
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It's refracting the signal.
Maybe if I used...
[scoffs]
MILES: Of course you are.
[groans]
This is call sign 7321.
If anyone can read this,
my sat phone number is...
Shit!
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[scratching]
[phone rings]
Shit.
[phone rings]
Shit.
[chuckles]
Shit!
[phone ringing]
[grunts]
Oh, fuck! Shit.
[indistinct whispering]
[Miles groaning]
[indistinct whispering]
[thump]
Oh! F... come on!
[pants]
MILES: Fuck.
[laughs]
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Shit.
[groans]
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[takes deep breaths]
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[phone rings]
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[groans]
[phone rings]
[thump]
[Miles yelling, groaning]
[thud]
[grunts]
[thudding]
[Miles yelling]
MILES: Stop!
[groans]
[screams]
Uh, shit.
[groans]
[thudding]
[grunts, yells]
[phone rings]
[groans, pants]
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[spits, pants]
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[grunts, chews]
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What are you changing?
Huh? What are you changing?
[phone beeps]
There's gotta be a
way to call you back.
[phone beeps]
[phone ringing]
[static on phone]
[helmet thudding]
[phone ringing]
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone] Hello...
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Fuckin'... h...
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone] Lookin'
for? Can you... for.
Who is this?
[woman whimpering]
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh,
my God. Oh, my God.
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Hey, hey, hey, wait.
Who the fuck is this?
WOMAN: [on phone] Hey, who
the fuck is this? You first!
What? What?
WOMAN: [on phone] I said... I
said, "You fi..." Who's this?
I'm...
WOMAN: [on phone] Who's this?
Miles. Miles. My...
my name's Miles.
WOMAN: [on phone] Miles?
Yeah.
WOMAN: [on phone] Miles.
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Where are you?
[scoffs]
Can't you see me? You can...
WOMAN: [on phone] What?
You can see me, right?
WOMAN: [on phone] Huh?
[woman sighing]
What is this? What...
what did I do? Why...
Why the fuck am I here?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh, my
God, I can't... I can't...
I said, "Where are you?"
Where? What do you
mean "where" ?
WOMAN: [on phone] Are you coming for
me? Are you... are you coming here?
Am I...
WOMAN: [on phone]
Please. Can you...
Lady...
WOMAN: [on phone] Hello, can
you... can you track this call?
Can I...
[woman groans]
What are you tryin' to say?
WOMAN: [on phone] I... uh, listen,
I've been taken, kidnapped.
I'm in some fucking room.
It... it keeps
changing temperature,
and turning, and spinning
like a... a fuckin' uh...
Washing machine.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yep. Yes, exactly!
It's weird.
It's... it's simple,
but... but high-tech.
And these walls are
super smooth and um...
Gray?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Are they? Are...
are the walls gray?
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
Well, do you know where I am?
Maybe.
Uh, c... can you
describe it more,
your... your space?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Uh, yeah, sure.
Describe it.
WOMAN: [on phone] Um, well,
yeah, there's this stuff...
There's some stuck to the wall,
and there's a lot
of weird noises,
like grinding and machinery.
Right.
And uh, no... no
doors, or windows,
or exits of any kind, right?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah. And no lights.
What?
A... are you saying
it's dark in your space?
WOMAN: [on phone]
No. I c... I can see.
There's light, but no source.
At first, I... I thought it was
something wrong with my eyes
because I got hit and...
my head... I hit my head.
[indistinct speech]
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Like they're coming from
a different direction
or... or maybe I'm
just going crazy.
I don't know.
This makes no sense.
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone] Listen,
there's something else.
There's something that happens
when the direction
shifting stops.
Yeah, yeah! You see it, too!
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, yeah,
so... so, the room is different.
Something I can't
put my finger on,
but something...
something is changing.
R... right.
No, no, I... no, I... I
get... yeah, but it's...
It's not the
direction of things.
Like I... I get that up
is down and left is right,
but that's not what
changes, there's...
There's something else.
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
Right, yeah, hey, wait.
Wait, wait, hold on.
Wait, are you...
are you watching me?
Is that it? Is this...
Huh, is that it?
Is this some sort of game,
you sick piece of shit?
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, just
wait. Just wait.
I'm... I'm just like you, okay?
I... I was shot, and then I...
I woke up in this... this space,
this grey fuckin' space
that keeps changing shape.
Same as you.
WOMAN: [on phone] What? What?
[woman laughing]
WOMAN: [on phone]
What? Oh, fuck.
Hey.
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, okay.
[woman sighing]
So, um...
[sighs]
You got any... any
coordinates? Any...
Any idea where you are?
WOMAN: [on phone] No.
Do uh, do the walls look
like anything familiar
that you might've
seen on the outside?
WOMAN: [on phone] No, it...
it looks like nothing.
It's expensive, whatever it is.
It's um... it's... it's
kinda like anchorite.
Achro?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh,
like a colorless stone.
[grunts]
You a... you a... a journalist?
WOMAN: [on phone]
What? A journalist?
You know, you're
not military, right,
so, uh, a columnist,
journalist, photojournalist.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Wait, wait, hold on.
What are you tryin'
to figure out, hmm?
- You're just...
- Just trying to...
WOMAN: [on phone] Trying
to get info out of me?
With some twisted way
to get my passwords.
This is you, right?
Will you just stop? Oh, fuck!
I'm fuckin' dying here, lady!
So, whatever fuckin' issues
you think you're dealing with,
will you just...
[sighs]
Fuck.
[takes deep breaths]
[woman taking deep breaths]
Look, I'm here,
trapped, like you.
If what you're telling
me is true, then we...
[takes deep breaths]
We gotta be together
on this, you know?
We have to.
[woman sobbing]
I don't know.
[sighs]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah, I'm sorry.
This just... this isn't how I...
Miles, I just... I don't
know how I got here
or what's going on.
[woman sniffles]
WOMAN: [on phone] So, I
just... I'm just all fucked up.
I'm not myself.
[woman sighing]
WOMAN: [on phone] So,
then why are we in here?
[takes deep breaths]
MILES: Don't know.
But I'm assuming our cells...
[Miles grunting]
If you wanna call 'em that,
have gotta be close by, right?
[takes deep breaths]
WOMAN: [on phone] You think
it's a government thing?
[takes deep breaths]
[taps]
I don't know.
WOMAN: [on phone] I mean who
else would be capable of...
[woman sighing]
[groans]
WOMAN: [on phone] What?
[groans]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Miles, what is it?
What happened?
[groans]
It's nothing.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Is it the gunshot?
Yeah.
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh, my
God, did they shoot you?
No, it wasn't...
[pants]
It's nothing. I just...
I just gotta get it out.
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay. Well,
how bad are you bleeding?
[pants]
I sort of patched it,
but it's not good.
I don't wanna die in here.
WOMAN: [on phone] Me neither.
So, now what are we gonna do?
[takes deep breaths]
Okay.
[sniffles]
Alright, let's uh,
let's put this together.
[sighs]
What were you doin'
before you got here?
WOMAN: [on phone] Um, I
was... I was on the highway.
Heading south from the city?
WOMAN: [on phone] No,
I was headin' east.
[pants]
We were 2 miles... 2 miles
south of the highway.
WOMAN: [on phone] You're
stationed out here?
Stationed?
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah, you said
you were south of the highway.
I never said I was military.
You just said "stationed" .
How the fuck did you
know I was military?
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, Miles,
listen. It was just a guess.
When you asked if
I was a journalist,
you mentioned military.
That's all.
Lucky guess.
WOMAN: [on phone] Look, you
talk like military, okay?
Hey, you've got
to trust me, too.
It's a two-way street.
[scoffs]
I don't even know
your fuckin' name.
DAMSEY: [on phone] It's Dame.
My name is Dame, but you
can call me "Damsey" .
Okay, I think that if we...
[distorted speech]
If what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my
God. I don't know what.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, shit,
Miles. [indistinct speech]
Damsey?
Damsey, what... hello?
[Damsey grunting]
[groans]
[yells]
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[groans]
[Damsey groaning]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey,
Miles, Miles, can you hear me?
[groans]
Damsey!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
It's gonna happen again!
It's gonna happen right now!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Hey, what? What?
Gravity. Shifting directions.
What... whatever it is.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, not again.
Look for the changes.
We have to find out what is it!
[pants]
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Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[yells]
[thud]
[grunts, pants]
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MILES: Oh, no, no, no, no!
Make it stop! Make it stop!
Stop it! Stop! Stop it! No!
[Miles panting]
[phone rings]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, it's
getting smaller, isn't it?
Wait, wait, wait,
what's happening?
What's happening?
Miles, you gotta calm down.
[Miles panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Listen to me, breathe.
Listen to me,
listen to my voice.
Listen to my voice, okay?
Miles, you gotta breathe. Easy.
In and out. Easy,
easy, easy, easy.
Yeah, in and out.
[Damsey taking deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, are you with me, huh?
MILES: I'm here.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, good.
Alright, good. Just hold on one second.
[Damsey yelling, grunting]
MILES: Damsey.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, you
fuck! Fucking bitch! Fuck you!
Damsey.
[Damsey panting]
Damsey, what was that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] My shoulder.
I had to put it back in.
Jesus.
[Damsey panting]
What the fuck do they want?
I don't know, but we've got
to figure this out soon.
It is gonna keep
getting smaller.
MILES: Don't say that.
DAMSEY: [on phone] You
know that I'm right.
[groans, pants]
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Hey, are you seeing these uh...
Are you seein' inscriptions
on the walls of your space?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Yeah, it's... it's odd.
I see uh, Chinese, and
Cyrillic, and... I don't know.
None of it makes sense.
MILES: "Vinctum anno 1218
ab urbe condita lauds."
What language is that?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, sounds Latin.
[groans]
Latin?
[pants]
Hey, were you on camp
when they grabbed you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Grabbed?
No. No. No one grabbed me.
I was... I was on the and
then I got off on the 128
and that's...
Wait, what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Huh?
128, what's...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, the highway.
Where's... no, there's...
there's no 128.
Where were you, Abdali?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, by the cape.
[pants]
What cape?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Cape
Cod. Massachusetts.
You're stateside?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Massachusetts. Yes.
No, that's...
that's not possible.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
You? Are you overseas?
Look, ignoring the fact that
technically my sat phone
doesn't even work indoors,
it works on a closed network.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Come on. Are
you telling me that you're in Iraq?
We are.
It's the only way that
we could be talking.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No! No, no,
that... that's not possible.
It can't be.
I mean it would take
days to do that.
I've only been here
for like an hour.
I'm lookin' at the
time right now.
There's no other way
that we could be talking.
Unless they moved us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But why, Miles?
I mean why go through
all that effort for me?
I'm nothing. I'm no one.
Did you see an airstrike?
At least I think it was.
It was a light. A
really bright light.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, yeah, I saw
a light, but uh, it wasn't a missile.
Hmm, I just saw a light, too.
SCUD launch was the only thing
that made sense at the time.
Hey, hold on a second, alright?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, okay.
[grunts, pants]
Damsey, can you hear me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, I can
hear you. What are you doing?
MILES: No, through
the fuckin' wall!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay,
um, alright, try again.
Damsey, is this getting through?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No! Uh,
Miles, no, it's not working.
Damsey, can you hear me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I... Miles, I can't
hear you! I can't hear you, okay?
Please stop yelling.
Alright.
[pants]
So, uh, so, our bunks
aren't next to each other.
[pants]
Can you call out?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. Can you?
[Miles chuckles]
I don't have any other numbers.
[pants]
Hey, h... how'd you
get my number anyways?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, your
number was written on the ceiling.
My number?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
MILES: Were you in
this cell before?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
don't know. I don't know.
I mean maybe, but I'm
seein' a lot of stuff
that just does not add up.
None of it makes sense.
[phone beeps]
Um, Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, what's up?
- You're breaking up.
- DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, no.
I can hear you on
my end, it's fine.
No, you... you're breaking up.
You just call back, okay?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, just
try to move around the room.
You're gonna have to call
back. Just call back!
This is call sign 732-
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Wait, what, what, what? What?
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Hey, do you... do
you speak English?
MAN: [on phone]
English? English.
Yes. Yes, English.
Do you speak English?
MAN [on phone]: [unintelligible
foreign language]
No! No, para Portuguese.
What are you tryin' to tell me?
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Die.
Die?
MAN: [on phone]
Yes. We have to die.
What?
MAN: [on phone] Understand?
No, I... I don't.
MAN: [on phone]
We have to die.
Who is this?
[unintelligible
foreign language]
The equation is you?
Equation?
MAN: [on phone] Not in this place. No
solution. Cannot win. We cannot win!
Who the fuck is this?
MAN: [on phone] No
equation! We die!
Hey, listen, we're
not gonna fuckin' die.
MAN: [on phone] Yeah, yeah,
oh, every person has to die...
[phone rings]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hello? Hey.
Hey, Miles. Are you there?
- Miles?
- I'm here.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Good.
How's my signal now?
Signal?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, you
said you couldn't hear me.
Right. Better.
Signal's a lot better.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, great.
So, what do you think
about the signal?
I mean must be
bouncing off the walls,
because they're...
they're really smooth.
It's kinda like um,
like satellites.
It'll shrink till it kills us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, no, Miles, no.
If they wanted us dead, they
could've done that already.
There's gotta be more to this.
An equation.
Have you seen uh, an
equation on the...
On the walls of your space?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
An equation?
Yeah. A... a
mathematical equation.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hold on.
Where's this coming from?
Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Do you
know something that I don't?
No. Why?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Because you hang up
and then all of a sudden
you're talking about dying
and an equation.
So?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Wait,
did something happen?
'Cause we're in this
together, right, Miles?
I am not a threat.
Shit.
We are.
DAMSEY: [on phone] We have to
let each other know what's up.
You were in the military, right?
And?
What does that have
to do with anything?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, they may
have something to do with this.
Military? I don't think so.
Granted the service has
done some pretty shady shit
in the past, but...
[grunts]
They're not capable of this.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, what
were you guys doing before this?
New weapons? New science?
I think you've been watching
too many science-fiction movies.
Except for the last three days,
just watchin' the Iraqis get
bombed into the Stone Age.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, then why
us? It doesn't make any sense.
I don't know. I...
it feels random.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no, that
can't be. There's patterns, right?
Everything has a pattern.
Wait, where was your hometown?
Your... your current address.
Could it be a... a family thing?
Does your family have money?
Do you owe somebody money or...
- Damsey.
- DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
Damsey, I don't think...
[sighs]
There's no connection to
why we're here, alright?
We're just here and we
gotta find a way out.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, come on.
If you don't tell,
then all's not well.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, ugh, it's just
something that we say at the school.
You study?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I teach.
MILES: Teacher, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah. Algebra.
Fun.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, not in Hyde Park.
Hyde?
I thought you said you
were in Massachusetts.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
it's a... a part of Boston.
I mean I do love math.
It's just teaching
simple algebra
year in, year out.
It's... it's not challenging.
So, you're... you're
from Boston, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Brockton, but close enough.
About time for Bird
to hang it up, yeah?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, Bird?
Uh, Celtics.
[pants]
You... you don't
follow basketball?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. No, I don't.
What... what about the Red Sox?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No,
I'm... I'm not into sports,
but um, my fianc
follows the Patriots.
Patriots? Gross.
[Damsey scoffs]
So, you're married, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh,
engaged. He was military.
Oh, yeah?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, did
his last tour a few years back.
[chuckles]
So, you married a
GI, huh? How's that?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Engaged. Not married.
And it's uh... it's
very different.
Different.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah. He's uh...
We just have no
common interests.
I get it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, he's
more of the alpha male sort.
[chuckles]
Maybe you just gotta be a
more alpha female, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I don't think so.
I'm a bit more academic,
I'd like to think.
MILES: Same here.
Trust me, I uh,
I married a civvy
myself and she...
DAMSEY: [on phone] She what?
MILES: We're not on
the best of terms.
[paper bag rustles]
[munches, sighs]
MILES: Hey, these prison
markings on my walls,
I think maybe some
of these numbers
might be dates.
DAMSEY: [on phone] 'Cause you
said the... the Latin was what?
1218?
Mmhmm.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Wait, wait, wait!
I'm... I'm seein' the same inscription.
On the wall?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, on the wall!
[munches]
I have another one.
It says, "EK 1951."
DAMSEY: [on phone]
1951. What the hell?
They decorated both
spaces with the same shit.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But why? I
mean what would be the point?
[munches]
It's all bullshit.
They're messing with us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
How do you know that?
Classic mind-fuck tactics.
Check and see if you have one
in the corner of your space.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Where?
On the ceiling.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What does it look like?
It's written in Spanish
or French or something.
You see the date next to it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, yeah,
yeah, yeah. It's Portuguese.
Uh, 2007.
Right.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, what about it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh-huh.
Like I said, mind-fuck tactics.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Why?
The future?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Future?
Look, whoever they are,
they want something.
They don't just...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hold
on, what year? What year?
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What year is it?
MILES: What year?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
just humor me please.
It's 1991.
[Damsey laughing]
MILES: Right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my God.
It's February.
February 27th, 1991.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my God.
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, and uh,
let me... let me get this straight,
you're using a
walkie-talkie to talk to me.
It's not a walkie-talkie, it's
a... it's a satellite phone.
It's...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, smartphones,
Twitter, hashtags, Facebook,
Instagram, selfies.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, d...
you never heard of any of it?
They're not called
"smart phones,"
they're called
"cellular phones" .
And... and what?
Slurpies and 7/11.
What the fuck is Twitter?
[Damsey laughing]
[sharp noise]
Shit. What time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Uh, wait, what? Time?
My watch broke! What
time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
11:40! 53 seconds!
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
11:40! 53 seconds!
Different time zones!
[screams]
[phone ringing]
[gasps, pants]
[]
It's getting worse.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey,
Miles, are you okay?
I can't... I can't breathe.
I... I think I know
what's... what's happening.
My space is too
small. There's no air.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles,
please, please, just listen.
No, you don't
understand! My space...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Our space!
[gasps]
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Our space, Miles.
This is gonna sound
crazy, so brace yourself.
I think we're all here, in
this space at the same time,
just a... just a
different space time.
MILES: You're losing me.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, you have
something to draw with?
Okay, uh, draw something
um, on the wall.
[Miles grunting]
Alright, man, get it
together. Get it together.
I drew a...
DAMSEY: [on phone] X.
Yeah. How'd you...
You...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
This is you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
yeah, Miles, do you see this?
[indistinct speech]
You're standin' next to me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no,
I'm... I'm standing above you.
[Damsey chuckling]
Wait.
Earlier... earlier you
asked me what year it is.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
What time are you in?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Um, 2020.
When?
DAMSEY: [on phone] 2020.
[chuckles]
That's... No.
That's not possible.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
That's the truth.
[grunts, pants]
30 years?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
I mean, Miles,
there... there could be
hundreds of people in here.
Thousands even.
From Greece, Egypt,
China? We don't know.
How are we communicating?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
I don't know.
I guess our signals
bounce off the space.
Like connected through a
fourth dimension or something.
MILES: I take it back.
They're not the
mind fuck, you are.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, it's the
best this middle school teacher
could come up with, jarhead.
[groans]
Whoa, easy there, Dams, that's
a little below the belt.
Jarheads are Marines.
I'm Army, remember?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, ground pounder.
For the record,
every math teacher,
from kindergarten up,
goes through the college
calculus gauntlet.
And I went a little higher.
How high?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Number theory.
Gotcha.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Like high school all over again.
DAMSEY: [on phone] How so?
Oh, my teacher tried to
get me to do this thing.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Thing?
Yeah, super stringy
physics or something.
It was this uh,
summer science camp.
There was this equation
on the corridor wall
and I just...
looked at it long enough and
kind of just saw the answer.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Wow! Okay. Okay.
Very, very Good
Will Hunting of you.
Very what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
Nothing. Never mind.
So, uh, you did
the psychics thing?
I dropped out.
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Why?
Just uh, home stuff.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Family?
Yeah.
So, academic,
how are we all here
at the same time?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, you just
go with me here a minute, alright?
Um, clearly, whoever they are,
are functioning on some higher
trans-dimensional level.
They can see and manipulate
multiple constants and forces,
including...
Time.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Time! Right, yes!
That's how they can have
us all here at once, right?
And we know they can push light
through different dimensions.
We know they can
manipulate gravity,
so what more can they do?
Time travel? Create life?
I mean the... the
options are limitless.
The only thing we don't know is
why have they taken
such an interest in us?
I mean we are pretty
boring in comparison
to what they are capable of,
so, I don't know,
Miles. I don't get it.
It's like they're testing us.
Our bodies.
Physical makeup.
Sensory.
Heat. Cold.
Physical limitations.
Maybe...
[takes deep breaths]
What's it like?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
2020?
[Damsey scoffs]
DAMSEY: [on phone] The 2020?
Let's just say I'd rather
be in the '90s with you.
Flying cars?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, but some
of 'em drive themselves now.
So, it's kinda cool. I guess.
Make it to other planets yet?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, uh, Mr. Musk
hasn't quite gotten us their yet.
Are we at least outta here, yet?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Out
of... out of where?
The sandbox.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Sandbox?
Oh, you mean the Middle East?
Yeah.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, still there.
Still thousands of troops there.
It's like we're
trapped there, too.
Fighting for another
person's greed and power.
It's really sad.
Same old mold.
Trapped in the
sins of the father.
Never-ending war.
Just like home.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Your
father was military?
Yeah, he... a vet.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Korea?
Vietnam.
It screwed him up real bad.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles?
Hey Miles, are you there?
Hey, Miles!
Miles. Miles, please.
I'm here. I'm here.
[takes deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, you...
Miles, you can't do that, right?
I'm sorry.
DAMSEY: [on phone] You can't leave
me, because I need you, okay?
Okay.
DAMSEY: [on phone] So, you've got
to keep that bleeding under control.
Do you understand me?
Do you understand me?
MILES: I'm on it.
[grunts]
MILES: Hey, Dams.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
You seeing the Arabic
writing in your room?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes. Yeah, on
the ceiling. Got it. What's up?
Those aren't words.
They're symbols.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Symbols?
Mathematical symbols.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
Hang on.
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
[indistinct speech]
Wait, wait, wait. What...
That's supposed to be...
Oh! Schlafli! Miles!
MILES: Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
It's Ludwig Schlafli!
Who's... who's Schlaf...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Yes, it's a version
of his equations,
but it's... it's not complete.
Damsey, who is this guy?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, sorry.
He's a... he's a mathematician.
He created equations on...
on higher dimensions.
Miles, this equation
is directly connected
to the space that we're in.
Fourth-dimensional equations.
MILES: Hey, Dams, who...
who wrote this down?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, if
we're right about multiple times
in a singles space,
then any of the thousands
of others in here
could've written it.
It's bound to be at
least one mathematician.
MILES: Two.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Me?
[Damsey laughs]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Miles, no, that's sweet.
I just... I'm not
a mathematician.
MILES: Calculus
gauntlet, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, but
you're the math prodigy.
Drop out.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But still you
have a propensity towards math.
So, that makes three.
Hey! Hey, what the hell?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What are... Miles,
no, what... what are you doing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles! Miles,
stop it! What are you doing?
MILES: I'm not doing this!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What the fuck happened?
God dammit!
DAMSEY: [on phone] They
got the Arabic, too.
MILES: Can you remember it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, I don't
know. I... uh, it's been so long.
I don't know. Um,
it's my Stanford days.
You studied teaching?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. Topology.
What's... what's that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] It's like
um, high-level geometry.
MILES: So, you got a
degree in super math
and you teach middle school?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well,
it's Allen, my fianc.
He hooked it up.
Got me the job.
Friend of friend, but...
I mean it was my choice.
He just uh...
He gets upset when I
"talk smart" , his words.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
You've seen some pretty
terrible stuff, right?
Yeah.
Does it or has it ever...
Does it ever get to you?
[grunts]
What do you mean?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, I was
just... I was just wondering if...
If maybe it could it make you...
like hurt someone you love or...
Did you hear me?
Yeah.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well,
did you hear my question?
Yes. The answer is "yes."
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
don't understand. Why?
What did he do?
Uh, um, no, you... you first.
I wanna know um,
what makes you...
Makes me what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, uh.
You fuckin' civvies are
all the same, you know?
You have no fuckin'
idea what it's like.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, I'm sorry. I...
The things they make us do.
The thing you become.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What
did you become, Miles?
Animals.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What did you do?
What did he do, Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm gonna
try to remember this equation.
Jeez, they...
They scratched it
out completely.
Do you see this?
- This trig.
- My dad...
beat my mom.
Tortured her.
I tried to stop him a few
times, but I was just a kid.
And no match for an animal.
One time he uh...
He threw me on the
pullout bed and shut it.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.
All I could do was listen.
Listen to what he
was doin' to her.
Dams, he shouldn't...
No one you love
should ever hurt you.
DAMSEY: [on phone] I know that,
Miles. I'm not fucking stupid.
[Damsey sighs]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I think
I can remember the equation.
Okay. Good.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But how
do we apply it? I mean...
Where are you writing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] The floor.
Even if I solve the equation,
how do I apply a
solution to this space?
Do you know what I mean?
MILES: One problem at a time.
Shit. Time.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
What time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, 10 to 12:00.
Shit. We have less
than a minute.
DAMSEY: [on phone] A minute?
Yeah, I've been timing
the suppressions.
DAMSEY: [on phone] The...
the suppression of the space?
Yeah.
You uh, y... you have less
than a minute, alright?
DAMSEY: [on phone] O... okay.
You... you gotta hurry before...
Before there's no space left.
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm... Okay,
Miles, I get it! Shit! Wait.
Is that it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I don't
know. Is it the glue?
My keys. I'm using...
I'm using my keys to
write, but they're glued.
They're fucking glued.
[grunts]
[yells]
[]
[sobs]
[]
[pants]
[]
What time is it? No. No.
No! Fuck!
[]
[grunts]
No.
[grunts]
MILES: Oh, my God.
[Miles chuckling]
MILES: That's it?
[Miles chuckling]
[grunts]
[]
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
[grunts]
[phone beeps]
[chuckles]
[grunts]
Come on, Dame.
Call.
Please call.
[grunts]
[phone rings]
D... Uh, Dame?
MAN: [on phone]
Is you? Would you?
You.
MAN: [on phone]
Sacrifice.[indistinct speech]
We sacrifice...
[indistinct speech]
We sacrifice, okay?
I've had enough of
your cryptic bullshit.
MAN: [on phone] They cannot
see. They cannot see.
Who is they, huh? Who is they?
MAN: [on phone] They... they...
they... they cannot just know.
- They cannot know.
- Know what?
MAN: [on phone] Uh, potential!
We must fail. Fail sacrifice.
Fail sacrifice.
[indistinct speech]
I'm not talkin' to
you anymore, asshole.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
I fuckin' told fucking you to...
DAMSEY: [on phone] faster...
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
[static on phone]
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] time...
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone] earlier...
I can't... I can't hear you.
D... what the fuck. Damsey,
my phone's messed up.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
broke my arm.
Your arm?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Shit. Can you move it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
[indistinct speech] dial you.
I used my voice assistant.
Your wha... Your what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Siri.
Hey, look, it's 11:51
and... and 20 seconds!
It's getting faster.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Exactly.
Like the room size, there's
a reduction in time.
[pants]
Okay, you have to
finish this now!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, no,
no, no, no. I can't, I can't.
- I can't, I can't.
- Yes, you...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles,
you don't understand.
No, just... just finish
the equation, alright?
I can solve it.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
We're all gonna die.
Don't say that.
DAMSEY: [on phone] We have to.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Die.
Why did you say that?
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I just um, my...
Damsey, why'd you just say that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] My battery's
running low. My arm hurts really bad.
You're working with him?
The one with the accent?
You're working with him?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, no, I'm... I'm...
This whole thing! This
entire fuckin' time!
And you said nothing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] They're
a superior species, okay?
[taking deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] He's
right. We can't show them.
Show them what? Will
someone just tell me?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Show them...
Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Just show
them that we're capable, okay?
If they're testing us,
testing our intelligence,
we can't show them
we're a threat.
Is that what he told you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] For the sake
of man, I can't be a threat.
But, Dame, you
already are a threat.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
You wouldn't be in
here if you weren't.
You can solve it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, I
can't. I can't. I can't.
Yes, you can!
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But... but how?
It was followin' our
movement from the start.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What,
you uh... What do you mean?
What happens, it's
not gravity changing,
it's... it's a... it's like
a loosening of gravity.
Gravity opening itself up.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Opening itself up?
Wha... What are you talking about?
It's like... it's
like gravity unlocks.
It's under our control.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No. No, I'm...
I'm falling all over the place.
If you panic, yeah.
It makes you off balanced,
but you can control it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Control it?
We can control it?
What are they hoping for?
They abduct people from
all over the world,
from all across time,
but not just anyone.
People with a mind
for arithmetic, right?
MILES: Right.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
They put us in here,
but let us communicate
with each other.
Why?
MILES: They're not just
testing our bodies,
they're testing our minds.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
and wouldn't you know it?
A fourth-dimensional equation
is sketched on the wall.
But they gave us the
power to control the room.
A room that moves
in a binary way.
An X or a Y.
Now, we know that pi is
constant in this equation.
So, what if whatever the
answer to the equation is...
MILES: That's how many
times we roll the room.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes! Like...
like a combination lock!
So, if the number is five,
we roll the room
five times, right?
All we gotta do is
reset the room to zero.
Use the constant.
What if um...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What if, what?
Uh...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Just say it.
You already know what
I'm gonna ask, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What if only one
of us is supposed to make it out.
The one who solves
it first, right?
And what if...
DAMSEY: [on phone] There's nothing in
the equation that would imply that,
so I think we're okay.
Right?
Okay.
[Miles and Damsey grunting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh,
my God! Oh, my God!
MILES: No!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, hey, hey, hey!
MILES: No! Fuck!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey, hey,
hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay.
Use the light... use
the light of your phone.
MILES: You motherfuckers!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles!
Hey, Miles, use the light...
Use the light of your phone!
- MILES: No!
- DAMSEY: [on phone] Calm down.
[Miles screaming]
[explosion]
[crowd screaming, guns firing]
[indistinct yelling]
[]
[woman screaming]
[pants]
MILES: You win! You win.
Just fuckin' end it.
Please just kill me.
[Miles sobbing]
MILES: I can't
do this anymore.
[sighs]
You've been closing
in on me for 30 years.
[sobs]
Suffocating me.
Stranglin' me.
Why did you do it, dad?
Why did you destroy
her like that?
[sobs]
Why did you hate me so much?
[sobs]
You broke us.
[sobs]
And now...
[sniffles, sobs]
And now, I'm becoming you.
[sobs]
Dad, I don't wanna be you.
Dad, I don't wanna be you.
[sobs]
[]
I'm not you. I'm not you.
I'm not you.
[]
[sniffles]
[]
MILES: Come on.
Come on.
[phone beeping]
[grunts]
[Damsey panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
You okay?
[Damsey sobbing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. He was here. Uh...
[Damsey sniffling]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Allen was here.
It wasn't him. It
was another test.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, then, how
did they know what he says to me?
What does it matter?
That's not gonna
change anything.
We just have to
keep goin', okay?
Can't let them win.
[Damsey sobbing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
have... have bruises,
but they're not from
this... this fucking room
or... or the accident.
It's him. He hits me.
When?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Today.
Last month. Last summer.
He dislocated my
shoulder and he...
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Fucking
called it "an accident" .
I just... I couldn't... I
couldn't take it anymore, so...
So, I escaped, but I...
but I didn't get far.
I... I drove off the road,
and I crashed, and...
[Damsey chuckles]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Wouldn't you know it?
I get sucked up into
this mystery box
and the only living
person I can talk to
is another fucked-up jarhead.
Now, hey, wait a minute.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no, you
wait a minute! You wait a minute.
You said that... that
you were uh, an animal.
You became a monster.
What... what did you do?
Did you hit her?
Did you rape her?
No, Damsey, I
didn't hit her. I...
But I wanted to.
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I know you...
all you men are the fucking same.
You know, I fucking hate
you. I fucking hate you.
You're a piece of shit, and I...
Dame.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Hope you fucking die!
Dame, just wait... uh, D...
Dame?
[phone rings]
Damsey.
MAN: [on phone] You try to solve
it. You cannot solve it, okay?
Oh, hey.
MAN: [on phone] We cannot show
we are threat! We have to fail!
We cannot win!
Why?
MAN: [on phone] You don't
listen. Need sacrifice.
Sacrifice what, huh? You just...
Sacrifice what?
MAN: [on phone]
Ourself. Okay, listen.
What happen when
mouse in maze escape,
when apes stand up
straight, open cage?
What happen when
machine outsmart men?
Threat. Become
threat. Understand?
Thousand years they
take us. They test us.
They cannot see us as threat.
[phone beeps]
[pants]
[yells]
[pants]
[grunts]
[pants]
[yells]
No!
[pants]
No! No, fuck! Just
fucking do it!
Oh, God.
[pants]
[yells]
Fuck.
[pants]
[]
[]
[phone rings]
[grunts]
Fuck you, phone.
Come on. Come on!
[pants]
Dame, is that you?
[Damsey panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, it's me.
[Damsey panting]
Please. Just end it.
Solve it, please.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
No, you tell me the truth.
Did you hit her?
Dame, no. I... I didn't.
I couldn't.
Look, I know there's
something wrong with me.
I'm sick.
And that's why it should be you.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What should?
The one who makes it out.
You're the best of us.
Strongest. It should be you.
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But you'll die.
Maybe. Maybe that's
for the best.
[Damsey sighing, sniffling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, I
don't know what to say.
I do. Dame, I'm sorry.
[Damsey sighing]
I'm sorry for everything
that you've been through.
[Damsey sighing]
Sorry for what I
am. What I've done.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
All of it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, it's
okay, Miles. I forgive you.
When you get out,
you find my wife and
little girl, okay?
I uh, I don't know where
they'd be living, but...
tell them I'm sorry.
Tell them... tell
them I love them.
[Damsey sobs]
Tell them they deserved
better. Better than me.
You can do that for me, okay?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, I'll...
I'll tell 'em. I'll tell them.
Now, goddammit, you solve this.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
You already have
the final variable.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
It's time. It's time, right?
That's right. That's right.
Do you remember the... the...
The times between suppressions?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, yeah, yeah.
What is the percentage
that they reduce?
DAMSEY: [on phone] You said it
was 13 minutes the first time,
and then the second was uh...
12:35.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, yeah.
So, then the percentage is uh,
3 point something...
[indistinct speech]
MILES: 3.14
DAMSEY: [on phone] Times
tesseract is at 6.6 to the fourth.
To the fourth, that's
right. So, that's...
DAMSEY: [on phone] And the
last number is... it's 1.
MILES: 1.
[Damsey chuckling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
So, do it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
When you... when you
hear gravity release,
spin the space like I told you.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay. Uh, uh...
No time to second guess,
Dame. It's go time!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, okay, okay. Okay, uh...
[Damsey grunting]
What are you waiting for?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
[indistinct speech]
I'm doing it, Miles. It
didn't... It didn't work.
Try it again!
[Damsey grunting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm trying!
Nothing... Nothing's happening!
Wait, we did
everything. Oh, my God!
We missed something.
Fuck, what did we miss?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, uh, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Miles, maybe it's not
just solving the problem.
If that was it, then someone
would've done it by now.
Just spit it out!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay! Okay!
The answer to the equation is 1!
It's us, together!
It's not one of us
alone that's a threat!
It's mankind as one!
As one.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Holy shit.
They want to see
if we can unite.
Miles, you fight with me
and you show these motherfuckers
what we're capable of, okay?
That we're a threat.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes!
We're... we're together on this!
You just have to push back.
MILES: Push back.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Push back.
[Damsey yelling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Go!
MILES: Push!
[Damsey and Miles screaming]
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Hello, Miles.
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[metal squeaking in distance]
[grunts]
Dame? Dame?
We did it, Dame.
[pants]
[takes deep breaths]
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[grunts]
[]
[drone whooshing]
What the hell?
[siren wailing in distance]
[drone whooshing]
[indistinct announcement
in distance]
[coughs]
Hey!
[drone whooshing]
Hey!
I'm American! I'm American!
[whirring in distance]
[siren wailing in distance]
[whooshing in distance]
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[indistinct yelling]
[wind howling]
[metal squeaking]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[gunshots, explosion
in distance]
[helicopter whirring]
[aircrafts whooshing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[explosions]
[radar beeping]
[explosion]
[rocks clattering]
[pants]
[fires]
[grunts]
[man yelling in foreign
language in background]
Move!
[pants, groans]
SOLDIER: Where the
fuck is everybody?
I told you guys
to stay on my ass!
Oh, fuck! They were
right behind me!
[firing in background]
[soldier groaning]
Fuck!
[grunts]
Okay.
Come on let's go. Come on.
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
Cover that door!
[firing]
[groans]
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
Captain! Oh, fuck.
This is bad.
[groans]
Fuck.
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
[explosion in distance]
Dorian.
[]
[firing in background]
[pants]
[man yelling in foreign
language in distance]
[fires, pants]
[groans]
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.
[pants]
[groans]
[pants]
[metal squeaking in distance]
[takes deep breaths]
[whooshing]
[firing in distance]
[pants]
[whirring]
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[]
[]
[grunts]
[takes deep breaths]
Oh, shit!
[groans]
Son of a...
[groans]
[]
[pants, groans]
[]
[groans]
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[]
[]
[groans]
Fuck!
[groans, pants]
What the fuck is this?
Is this a hospital?
Can I get a fuckin'
medic in here?
You guys fuckin' forget
about me or something?
[groans]
[]
[]
Fuck you!
Eagle Actual, this
is Eagle Mobile.
Call sign 7321. Mm...
[]
What the...
[]
Somebody just say something.
Say something!
[thump]
As-salaam...
Fuck. How do you say it?
As-salaam alaik...
As-salaam alaikum!
As-salaam alaikum!
[]
Are you messing with...
[]
[]
[takes deep breaths]
Uh. Alright.
[takes deep breaths]
Come on. What is this?
Huh?
[takes deep breaths]
[]
[pants]
[]
Let me out! Let me out!
Let me out!
[sweat sizzles]
No, no, no, no. I'm
not... I'm not dead!
[groans, pants]
I'm not dead. I'm not...
I'm not... am I?
[pants]
[fires]
Let me out! Let me out.
Fuck. Fuck.
[yells]
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
[yells]
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[]
[breaths rapidly]
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[]
[groans]
[dragging]
[groaning, thumping]
[]
[takes deep breaths]
[groans, pants]
[]
Wait. Wait.
[groans]
You changed something.
[water dripping in background]
[]
It's... it's a... it's a dream.
It's a dream. It's a dream.
A dream. I'm dreaming. I'm
dreaming. It's a dream.
A fucking nightmare.
[grunts]
This is Miles Willis.
[static on radio]
If anybody's listening please...
[static on radio]
Please say something.
[static on radio]
Fuck.
WOMAN: [on radio] East,
on... East, uh, on the 128.
Copy. Do you... do you copy?
This is call sign
7321. Do you copy?
Dammit!
[groans, pants]
[]
It's refracting the signal.
Maybe if I used...
[scoffs]
MILES: Of course you are.
[groans]
This is call sign 7321.
If anyone can read this,
my sat phone number is...
Shit!
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[scratching]
[phone rings]
Shit.
[phone rings]
Shit.
[chuckles]
Shit!
[phone ringing]
[grunts]
Oh, fuck! Shit.
[indistinct whispering]
[Miles groaning]
[indistinct whispering]
[thump]
Oh! F... come on!
[pants]
MILES: Fuck.
[laughs]
[]
Shit.
[groans]
[]
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[]
[]
[takes deep breaths]
[]
[phone rings]
[]
[]
[groans]
[phone rings]
[thump]
[Miles yelling, groaning]
[thud]
[grunts]
[thudding]
[Miles yelling]
MILES: Stop!
[groans]
[screams]
Uh, shit.
[groans]
[thudding]
[grunts, yells]
[phone rings]
[groans, pants]
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[]
[spits, pants]
[]
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[]
[grunts, chews]
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What are you changing?
Huh? What are you changing?
[phone beeps]
There's gotta be a
way to call you back.
[phone beeps]
[phone ringing]
[static on phone]
[helmet thudding]
[phone ringing]
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone] Hello...
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Fuckin'... h...
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone] Lookin'
for? Can you... for.
Who is this?
[woman whimpering]
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh,
my God. Oh, my God.
Hello?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Hey, hey, hey, wait.
Who the fuck is this?
WOMAN: [on phone] Hey, who
the fuck is this? You first!
What? What?
WOMAN: [on phone] I said... I
said, "You fi..." Who's this?
I'm...
WOMAN: [on phone] Who's this?
Miles. Miles. My...
my name's Miles.
WOMAN: [on phone] Miles?
Yeah.
WOMAN: [on phone] Miles.
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Where are you?
[scoffs]
Can't you see me? You can...
WOMAN: [on phone] What?
You can see me, right?
WOMAN: [on phone] Huh?
[woman sighing]
What is this? What...
what did I do? Why...
Why the fuck am I here?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh, my
God, I can't... I can't...
I said, "Where are you?"
Where? What do you
mean "where" ?
WOMAN: [on phone] Are you coming for
me? Are you... are you coming here?
Am I...
WOMAN: [on phone]
Please. Can you...
Lady...
WOMAN: [on phone] Hello, can
you... can you track this call?
Can I...
[woman groans]
What are you tryin' to say?
WOMAN: [on phone] I... uh, listen,
I've been taken, kidnapped.
I'm in some fucking room.
It... it keeps
changing temperature,
and turning, and spinning
like a... a fuckin' uh...
Washing machine.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yep. Yes, exactly!
It's weird.
It's... it's simple,
but... but high-tech.
And these walls are
super smooth and um...
Gray?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Are they? Are...
are the walls gray?
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
Well, do you know where I am?
Maybe.
Uh, c... can you
describe it more,
your... your space?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Uh, yeah, sure.
Describe it.
WOMAN: [on phone] Um, well,
yeah, there's this stuff...
There's some stuck to the wall,
and there's a lot
of weird noises,
like grinding and machinery.
Right.
And uh, no... no
doors, or windows,
or exits of any kind, right?
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah. And no lights.
What?
A... are you saying
it's dark in your space?
WOMAN: [on phone]
No. I c... I can see.
There's light, but no source.
At first, I... I thought it was
something wrong with my eyes
because I got hit and...
my head... I hit my head.
[indistinct speech]
[]
Like they're coming from
a different direction
or... or maybe I'm
just going crazy.
I don't know.
This makes no sense.
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
[static on phone]
WOMAN: [on phone] Listen,
there's something else.
There's something that happens
when the direction
shifting stops.
Yeah, yeah! You see it, too!
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, yeah,
so... so, the room is different.
Something I can't
put my finger on,
but something...
something is changing.
R... right.
No, no, I... no, I... I
get... yeah, but it's...
It's not the
direction of things.
Like I... I get that up
is down and left is right,
but that's not what
changes, there's...
There's something else.
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah.
Right, yeah, hey, wait.
Wait, wait, hold on.
Wait, are you...
are you watching me?
Is that it? Is this...
Huh, is that it?
Is this some sort of game,
you sick piece of shit?
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, just
wait. Just wait.
I'm... I'm just like you, okay?
I... I was shot, and then I...
I woke up in this... this space,
this grey fuckin' space
that keeps changing shape.
Same as you.
WOMAN: [on phone] What? What?
[woman laughing]
WOMAN: [on phone]
What? Oh, fuck.
Hey.
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, okay.
[woman sighing]
So, um...
[sighs]
You got any... any
coordinates? Any...
Any idea where you are?
WOMAN: [on phone] No.
Do uh, do the walls look
like anything familiar
that you might've
seen on the outside?
WOMAN: [on phone] No, it...
it looks like nothing.
It's expensive, whatever it is.
It's um... it's... it's
kinda like anchorite.
Achro?
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh,
like a colorless stone.
[grunts]
You a... you a... a journalist?
WOMAN: [on phone]
What? A journalist?
You know, you're
not military, right,
so, uh, a columnist,
journalist, photojournalist.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Wait, wait, hold on.
What are you tryin'
to figure out, hmm?
- You're just...
- Just trying to...
WOMAN: [on phone] Trying
to get info out of me?
With some twisted way
to get my passwords.
This is you, right?
Will you just stop? Oh, fuck!
I'm fuckin' dying here, lady!
So, whatever fuckin' issues
you think you're dealing with,
will you just...
[sighs]
Fuck.
[takes deep breaths]
[woman taking deep breaths]
Look, I'm here,
trapped, like you.
If what you're telling
me is true, then we...
[takes deep breaths]
We gotta be together
on this, you know?
We have to.
[woman sobbing]
I don't know.
[sighs]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Yeah, I'm sorry.
This just... this isn't how I...
Miles, I just... I don't
know how I got here
or what's going on.
[woman sniffles]
WOMAN: [on phone] So, I
just... I'm just all fucked up.
I'm not myself.
[woman sighing]
WOMAN: [on phone] So,
then why are we in here?
[takes deep breaths]
MILES: Don't know.
But I'm assuming our cells...
[Miles grunting]
If you wanna call 'em that,
have gotta be close by, right?
[takes deep breaths]
WOMAN: [on phone] You think
it's a government thing?
[takes deep breaths]
[taps]
I don't know.
WOMAN: [on phone] I mean who
else would be capable of...
[woman sighing]
[groans]
WOMAN: [on phone] What?
[groans]
WOMAN: [on phone]
Miles, what is it?
What happened?
[groans]
It's nothing.
WOMAN: [on phone]
Is it the gunshot?
Yeah.
WOMAN: [on phone] Oh, my
God, did they shoot you?
No, it wasn't...
[pants]
It's nothing. I just...
I just gotta get it out.
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay. Well,
how bad are you bleeding?
[pants]
I sort of patched it,
but it's not good.
I don't wanna die in here.
WOMAN: [on phone] Me neither.
So, now what are we gonna do?
[takes deep breaths]
Okay.
[sniffles]
Alright, let's uh,
let's put this together.
[sighs]
What were you doin'
before you got here?
WOMAN: [on phone] Um, I
was... I was on the highway.
Heading south from the city?
WOMAN: [on phone] No,
I was headin' east.
[pants]
We were 2 miles... 2 miles
south of the highway.
WOMAN: [on phone] You're
stationed out here?
Stationed?
WOMAN: [on phone] Yeah, you said
you were south of the highway.
I never said I was military.
You just said "stationed" .
How the fuck did you
know I was military?
WOMAN: [on phone] Okay, Miles,
listen. It was just a guess.
When you asked if
I was a journalist,
you mentioned military.
That's all.
Lucky guess.
WOMAN: [on phone] Look, you
talk like military, okay?
Hey, you've got
to trust me, too.
It's a two-way street.
[scoffs]
I don't even know
your fuckin' name.
DAMSEY: [on phone] It's Dame.
My name is Dame, but you
can call me "Damsey" .
Okay, I think that if we...
[distorted speech]
If what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my
God. I don't know what.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, shit,
Miles. [indistinct speech]
Damsey?
Damsey, what... hello?
[Damsey grunting]
[groans]
[yells]
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[groans]
[Damsey groaning]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey,
Miles, Miles, can you hear me?
[groans]
Damsey!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
It's gonna happen again!
It's gonna happen right now!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Hey, what? What?
Gravity. Shifting directions.
What... whatever it is.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, not again.
Look for the changes.
We have to find out what is it!
[pants]
[]
Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[yells]
[thud]
[grunts, pants]
[]
MILES: Oh, no, no, no, no!
Make it stop! Make it stop!
Stop it! Stop! Stop it! No!
[Miles panting]
[phone rings]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, it's
getting smaller, isn't it?
Wait, wait, wait,
what's happening?
What's happening?
Miles, you gotta calm down.
[Miles panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Listen to me, breathe.
Listen to me,
listen to my voice.
Listen to my voice, okay?
Miles, you gotta breathe. Easy.
In and out. Easy,
easy, easy, easy.
Yeah, in and out.
[Damsey taking deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, are you with me, huh?
MILES: I'm here.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, good.
Alright, good. Just hold on one second.
[Damsey yelling, grunting]
MILES: Damsey.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, you
fuck! Fucking bitch! Fuck you!
Damsey.
[Damsey panting]
Damsey, what was that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] My shoulder.
I had to put it back in.
Jesus.
[Damsey panting]
What the fuck do they want?
I don't know, but we've got
to figure this out soon.
It is gonna keep
getting smaller.
MILES: Don't say that.
DAMSEY: [on phone] You
know that I'm right.
[groans, pants]
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Hey, are you seeing these uh...
Are you seein' inscriptions
on the walls of your space?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Yeah, it's... it's odd.
I see uh, Chinese, and
Cyrillic, and... I don't know.
None of it makes sense.
MILES: "Vinctum anno 1218
ab urbe condita lauds."
What language is that?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, sounds Latin.
[groans]
Latin?
[pants]
Hey, were you on camp
when they grabbed you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Grabbed?
No. No. No one grabbed me.
I was... I was on the and
then I got off on the 128
and that's...
Wait, what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Huh?
128, what's...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, the highway.
Where's... no, there's...
there's no 128.
Where were you, Abdali?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, by the cape.
[pants]
What cape?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Cape
Cod. Massachusetts.
You're stateside?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Massachusetts. Yes.
No, that's...
that's not possible.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
You? Are you overseas?
Look, ignoring the fact that
technically my sat phone
doesn't even work indoors,
it works on a closed network.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Come on. Are
you telling me that you're in Iraq?
We are.
It's the only way that
we could be talking.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No! No, no,
that... that's not possible.
It can't be.
I mean it would take
days to do that.
I've only been here
for like an hour.
I'm lookin' at the
time right now.
There's no other way
that we could be talking.
Unless they moved us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But why, Miles?
I mean why go through
all that effort for me?
I'm nothing. I'm no one.
Did you see an airstrike?
At least I think it was.
It was a light. A
really bright light.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, yeah, I saw
a light, but uh, it wasn't a missile.
Hmm, I just saw a light, too.
SCUD launch was the only thing
that made sense at the time.
Hey, hold on a second, alright?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, okay.
[grunts, pants]
Damsey, can you hear me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, I can
hear you. What are you doing?
MILES: No, through
the fuckin' wall!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay,
um, alright, try again.
Damsey, is this getting through?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No! Uh,
Miles, no, it's not working.
Damsey, can you hear me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I... Miles, I can't
hear you! I can't hear you, okay?
Please stop yelling.
Alright.
[pants]
So, uh, so, our bunks
aren't next to each other.
[pants]
Can you call out?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. Can you?
[Miles chuckles]
I don't have any other numbers.
[pants]
Hey, h... how'd you
get my number anyways?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, your
number was written on the ceiling.
My number?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
MILES: Were you in
this cell before?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
don't know. I don't know.
I mean maybe, but I'm
seein' a lot of stuff
that just does not add up.
None of it makes sense.
[phone beeps]
Um, Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, what's up?
- You're breaking up.
- DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, no.
I can hear you on
my end, it's fine.
No, you... you're breaking up.
You just call back, okay?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, just
try to move around the room.
You're gonna have to call
back. Just call back!
This is call sign 732-
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Wait, what, what, what? What?
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Hey, do you... do
you speak English?
MAN: [on phone]
English? English.
Yes. Yes, English.
Do you speak English?
MAN [on phone]: [unintelligible
foreign language]
No! No, para Portuguese.
What are you tryin' to tell me?
MAN: [on phone] [unintelligible
foreign language]
Die.
Die?
MAN: [on phone]
Yes. We have to die.
What?
MAN: [on phone] Understand?
No, I... I don't.
MAN: [on phone]
We have to die.
Who is this?
[unintelligible
foreign language]
The equation is you?
Equation?
MAN: [on phone] Not in this place. No
solution. Cannot win. We cannot win!
Who the fuck is this?
MAN: [on phone] No
equation! We die!
Hey, listen, we're
not gonna fuckin' die.
MAN: [on phone] Yeah, yeah,
oh, every person has to die...
[phone rings]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hello? Hey.
Hey, Miles. Are you there?
- Miles?
- I'm here.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Good.
How's my signal now?
Signal?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, you
said you couldn't hear me.
Right. Better.
Signal's a lot better.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, great.
So, what do you think
about the signal?
I mean must be
bouncing off the walls,
because they're...
they're really smooth.
It's kinda like um,
like satellites.
It'll shrink till it kills us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, no, Miles, no.
If they wanted us dead, they
could've done that already.
There's gotta be more to this.
An equation.
Have you seen uh, an
equation on the...
On the walls of your space?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
An equation?
Yeah. A... a
mathematical equation.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hold on.
Where's this coming from?
Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Do you
know something that I don't?
No. Why?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Because you hang up
and then all of a sudden
you're talking about dying
and an equation.
So?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Wait,
did something happen?
'Cause we're in this
together, right, Miles?
I am not a threat.
Shit.
We are.
DAMSEY: [on phone] We have to
let each other know what's up.
You were in the military, right?
And?
What does that have
to do with anything?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, they may
have something to do with this.
Military? I don't think so.
Granted the service has
done some pretty shady shit
in the past, but...
[grunts]
They're not capable of this.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, what
were you guys doing before this?
New weapons? New science?
I think you've been watching
too many science-fiction movies.
Except for the last three days,
just watchin' the Iraqis get
bombed into the Stone Age.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, then why
us? It doesn't make any sense.
I don't know. I...
it feels random.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no, that
can't be. There's patterns, right?
Everything has a pattern.
Wait, where was your hometown?
Your... your current address.
Could it be a... a family thing?
Does your family have money?
Do you owe somebody money or...
- Damsey.
- DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
Damsey, I don't think...
[sighs]
There's no connection to
why we're here, alright?
We're just here and we
gotta find a way out.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, come on.
If you don't tell,
then all's not well.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, ugh, it's just
something that we say at the school.
You study?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I teach.
MILES: Teacher, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah. Algebra.
Fun.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, not in Hyde Park.
Hyde?
I thought you said you
were in Massachusetts.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
it's a... a part of Boston.
I mean I do love math.
It's just teaching
simple algebra
year in, year out.
It's... it's not challenging.
So, you're... you're
from Boston, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Brockton, but close enough.
About time for Bird
to hang it up, yeah?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, Bird?
Uh, Celtics.
[pants]
You... you don't
follow basketball?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. No, I don't.
What... what about the Red Sox?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No,
I'm... I'm not into sports,
but um, my fianc
follows the Patriots.
Patriots? Gross.
[Damsey scoffs]
So, you're married, huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh,
engaged. He was military.
Oh, yeah?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, did
his last tour a few years back.
[chuckles]
So, you married a
GI, huh? How's that?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Engaged. Not married.
And it's uh... it's
very different.
Different.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah. He's uh...
We just have no
common interests.
I get it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, he's
more of the alpha male sort.
[chuckles]
Maybe you just gotta be a
more alpha female, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I don't think so.
I'm a bit more academic,
I'd like to think.
MILES: Same here.
Trust me, I uh,
I married a civvy
myself and she...
DAMSEY: [on phone] She what?
MILES: We're not on
the best of terms.
[paper bag rustles]
[munches, sighs]
MILES: Hey, these prison
markings on my walls,
I think maybe some
of these numbers
might be dates.
DAMSEY: [on phone] 'Cause you
said the... the Latin was what?
1218?
Mmhmm.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Wait, wait, wait!
I'm... I'm seein' the same inscription.
On the wall?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, on the wall!
[munches]
I have another one.
It says, "EK 1951."
DAMSEY: [on phone]
1951. What the hell?
They decorated both
spaces with the same shit.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But why? I
mean what would be the point?
[munches]
It's all bullshit.
They're messing with us.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
How do you know that?
Classic mind-fuck tactics.
Check and see if you have one
in the corner of your space.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Where?
On the ceiling.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What does it look like?
It's written in Spanish
or French or something.
You see the date next to it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, yeah,
yeah, yeah. It's Portuguese.
Uh, 2007.
Right.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, what about it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh-huh.
Like I said, mind-fuck tactics.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Why?
The future?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Future?
Look, whoever they are,
they want something.
They don't just...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hold
on, what year? What year?
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What year is it?
MILES: What year?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
just humor me please.
It's 1991.
[Damsey laughing]
MILES: Right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my God.
It's February.
February 27th, 1991.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, my God.
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, and uh,
let me... let me get this straight,
you're using a
walkie-talkie to talk to me.
It's not a walkie-talkie, it's
a... it's a satellite phone.
It's...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, smartphones,
Twitter, hashtags, Facebook,
Instagram, selfies.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, d...
you never heard of any of it?
They're not called
"smart phones,"
they're called
"cellular phones" .
And... and what?
Slurpies and 7/11.
What the fuck is Twitter?
[Damsey laughing]
[sharp noise]
Shit. What time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Uh, wait, what? Time?
My watch broke! What
time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
11:40! 53 seconds!
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
11:40! 53 seconds!
Different time zones!
[screams]
[phone ringing]
[gasps, pants]
[]
It's getting worse.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey,
Miles, are you okay?
I can't... I can't breathe.
I... I think I know
what's... what's happening.
My space is too
small. There's no air.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles,
please, please, just listen.
No, you don't
understand! My space...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Our space!
[gasps]
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Our space, Miles.
This is gonna sound
crazy, so brace yourself.
I think we're all here, in
this space at the same time,
just a... just a
different space time.
MILES: You're losing me.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, you have
something to draw with?
Okay, uh, draw something
um, on the wall.
[Miles grunting]
Alright, man, get it
together. Get it together.
I drew a...
DAMSEY: [on phone] X.
Yeah. How'd you...
You...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
This is you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
yeah, Miles, do you see this?
[indistinct speech]
You're standin' next to me?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no,
I'm... I'm standing above you.
[Damsey chuckling]
Wait.
Earlier... earlier you
asked me what year it is.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
What time are you in?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Um, 2020.
When?
DAMSEY: [on phone] 2020.
[chuckles]
That's... No.
That's not possible.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
That's the truth.
[grunts, pants]
30 years?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
I mean, Miles,
there... there could be
hundreds of people in here.
Thousands even.
From Greece, Egypt,
China? We don't know.
How are we communicating?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
I don't know.
I guess our signals
bounce off the space.
Like connected through a
fourth dimension or something.
MILES: I take it back.
They're not the
mind fuck, you are.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, it's the
best this middle school teacher
could come up with, jarhead.
[groans]
Whoa, easy there, Dams, that's
a little below the belt.
Jarheads are Marines.
I'm Army, remember?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay, ground pounder.
For the record,
every math teacher,
from kindergarten up,
goes through the college
calculus gauntlet.
And I went a little higher.
How high?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Number theory.
Gotcha.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Like high school all over again.
DAMSEY: [on phone] How so?
Oh, my teacher tried to
get me to do this thing.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Thing?
Yeah, super stringy
physics or something.
It was this uh,
summer science camp.
There was this equation
on the corridor wall
and I just...
looked at it long enough and
kind of just saw the answer.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Wow! Okay. Okay.
Very, very Good
Will Hunting of you.
Very what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh.
Nothing. Never mind.
So, uh, you did
the psychics thing?
I dropped out.
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Why?
Just uh, home stuff.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Family?
Yeah.
So, academic,
how are we all here
at the same time?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, you just
go with me here a minute, alright?
Um, clearly, whoever they are,
are functioning on some higher
trans-dimensional level.
They can see and manipulate
multiple constants and forces,
including...
Time.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Time! Right, yes!
That's how they can have
us all here at once, right?
And we know they can push light
through different dimensions.
We know they can
manipulate gravity,
so what more can they do?
Time travel? Create life?
I mean the... the
options are limitless.
The only thing we don't know is
why have they taken
such an interest in us?
I mean we are pretty
boring in comparison
to what they are capable of,
so, I don't know,
Miles. I don't get it.
It's like they're testing us.
Our bodies.
Physical makeup.
Sensory.
Heat. Cold.
Physical limitations.
Maybe...
[takes deep breaths]
What's it like?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
2020?
[Damsey scoffs]
DAMSEY: [on phone] The 2020?
Let's just say I'd rather
be in the '90s with you.
Flying cars?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, but some
of 'em drive themselves now.
So, it's kinda cool. I guess.
Make it to other planets yet?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, uh, Mr. Musk
hasn't quite gotten us their yet.
Are we at least outta here, yet?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Out
of... out of where?
The sandbox.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Sandbox?
Oh, you mean the Middle East?
Yeah.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, still there.
Still thousands of troops there.
It's like we're
trapped there, too.
Fighting for another
person's greed and power.
It's really sad.
Same old mold.
Trapped in the
sins of the father.
Never-ending war.
Just like home.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Your
father was military?
Yeah, he... a vet.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Korea?
Vietnam.
It screwed him up real bad.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles?
Hey Miles, are you there?
Hey, Miles!
Miles. Miles, please.
I'm here. I'm here.
[takes deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles, you...
Miles, you can't do that, right?
I'm sorry.
DAMSEY: [on phone] You can't leave
me, because I need you, okay?
Okay.
DAMSEY: [on phone] So, you've got
to keep that bleeding under control.
Do you understand me?
Do you understand me?
MILES: I'm on it.
[grunts]
MILES: Hey, Dams.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
You seeing the Arabic
writing in your room?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes. Yeah, on
the ceiling. Got it. What's up?
Those aren't words.
They're symbols.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Symbols?
Mathematical symbols.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
Hang on.
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
[indistinct speech]
Wait, wait, wait. What...
That's supposed to be...
Oh! Schlafli! Miles!
MILES: Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
It's Ludwig Schlafli!
Who's... who's Schlaf...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Yes, it's a version
of his equations,
but it's... it's not complete.
Damsey, who is this guy?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, sorry.
He's a... he's a mathematician.
He created equations on...
on higher dimensions.
Miles, this equation
is directly connected
to the space that we're in.
Fourth-dimensional equations.
MILES: Hey, Dams, who...
who wrote this down?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, if
we're right about multiple times
in a singles space,
then any of the thousands
of others in here
could've written it.
It's bound to be at
least one mathematician.
MILES: Two.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Me?
[Damsey laughs]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Miles, no, that's sweet.
I just... I'm not
a mathematician.
MILES: Calculus
gauntlet, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes, but
you're the math prodigy.
Drop out.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But still you
have a propensity towards math.
So, that makes three.
Hey! Hey, what the hell?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What are... Miles,
no, what... what are you doing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles! Miles,
stop it! What are you doing?
MILES: I'm not doing this!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What the fuck happened?
God dammit!
DAMSEY: [on phone] They
got the Arabic, too.
MILES: Can you remember it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, I don't
know. I... uh, it's been so long.
I don't know. Um,
it's my Stanford days.
You studied teaching?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. Topology.
What's... what's that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] It's like
um, high-level geometry.
MILES: So, you got a
degree in super math
and you teach middle school?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well,
it's Allen, my fianc.
He hooked it up.
Got me the job.
Friend of friend, but...
I mean it was my choice.
He just uh...
He gets upset when I
"talk smart" , his words.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
You've seen some pretty
terrible stuff, right?
Yeah.
Does it or has it ever...
Does it ever get to you?
[grunts]
What do you mean?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, I was
just... I was just wondering if...
If maybe it could it make you...
like hurt someone you love or...
Did you hear me?
Yeah.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well,
did you hear my question?
Yes. The answer is "yes."
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
don't understand. Why?
What did he do?
Uh, um, no, you... you first.
I wanna know um,
what makes you...
Makes me what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, uh.
You fuckin' civvies are
all the same, you know?
You have no fuckin'
idea what it's like.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, I'm sorry. I...
The things they make us do.
The thing you become.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What
did you become, Miles?
Animals.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What did you do?
What did he do, Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm gonna
try to remember this equation.
Jeez, they...
They scratched it
out completely.
Do you see this?
- This trig.
- My dad...
beat my mom.
Tortured her.
I tried to stop him a few
times, but I was just a kid.
And no match for an animal.
One time he uh...
He threw me on the
pullout bed and shut it.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.
All I could do was listen.
Listen to what he
was doin' to her.
Dams, he shouldn't...
No one you love
should ever hurt you.
DAMSEY: [on phone] I know that,
Miles. I'm not fucking stupid.
[Damsey sighs]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I think
I can remember the equation.
Okay. Good.
DAMSEY: [on phone] But how
do we apply it? I mean...
Where are you writing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] The floor.
Even if I solve the equation,
how do I apply a
solution to this space?
Do you know what I mean?
MILES: One problem at a time.
Shit. Time.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What?
What time do you have?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, 10 to 12:00.
Shit. We have less
than a minute.
DAMSEY: [on phone] A minute?
Yeah, I've been timing
the suppressions.
DAMSEY: [on phone] The...
the suppression of the space?
Yeah.
You uh, y... you have less
than a minute, alright?
DAMSEY: [on phone] O... okay.
You... you gotta hurry before...
Before there's no space left.
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm... Okay,
Miles, I get it! Shit! Wait.
Is that it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] I don't
know. Is it the glue?
My keys. I'm using...
I'm using my keys to
write, but they're glued.
They're fucking glued.
[grunts]
[yells]
[]
[sobs]
[]
[pants]
[]
What time is it? No. No.
No! Fuck!
[]
[grunts]
No.
[grunts]
MILES: Oh, my God.
[Miles chuckling]
MILES: That's it?
[Miles chuckling]
[grunts]
[]
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
[grunts]
[phone beeps]
[chuckles]
[grunts]
Come on, Dame.
Call.
Please call.
[grunts]
[phone rings]
D... Uh, Dame?
MAN: [on phone]
Is you? Would you?
You.
MAN: [on phone]
Sacrifice.[indistinct speech]
We sacrifice...
[indistinct speech]
We sacrifice, okay?
I've had enough of
your cryptic bullshit.
MAN: [on phone] They cannot
see. They cannot see.
Who is they, huh? Who is they?
MAN: [on phone] They... they...
they... they cannot just know.
- They cannot know.
- Know what?
MAN: [on phone] Uh, potential!
We must fail. Fail sacrifice.
Fail sacrifice.
[indistinct speech]
I'm not talkin' to
you anymore, asshole.
[phone beeps]
[phone rings]
I fuckin' told fucking you to...
DAMSEY: [on phone] faster...
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
[static on phone]
Damsey?
DAMSEY: [on phone] time...
[grunts]
DAMSEY: [on phone] earlier...
I can't... I can't hear you.
D... what the fuck. Damsey,
my phone's messed up.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
broke my arm.
Your arm?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
Shit. Can you move it?
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
[indistinct speech] dial you.
I used my voice assistant.
Your wha... Your what?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Siri.
Hey, look, it's 11:51
and... and 20 seconds!
It's getting faster.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Exactly.
Like the room size, there's
a reduction in time.
[pants]
Okay, you have to
finish this now!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, no,
no, no, no. I can't, I can't.
- I can't, I can't.
- Yes, you...
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles,
you don't understand.
No, just... just finish
the equation, alright?
I can solve it.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
We're all gonna die.
Don't say that.
DAMSEY: [on phone] We have to.
What?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Die.
Why did you say that?
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, I just um, my...
Damsey, why'd you just say that?
DAMSEY: [on phone] My battery's
running low. My arm hurts really bad.
You're working with him?
The one with the accent?
You're working with him?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, no, I'm... I'm...
This whole thing! This
entire fuckin' time!
And you said nothing?
DAMSEY: [on phone] They're
a superior species, okay?
[taking deep breaths]
DAMSEY: [on phone] He's
right. We can't show them.
Show them what? Will
someone just tell me?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Show them...
Huh?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Just show
them that we're capable, okay?
If they're testing us,
testing our intelligence,
we can't show them
we're a threat.
Is that what he told you?
DAMSEY: [on phone] For the sake
of man, I can't be a threat.
But, Dame, you
already are a threat.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
You wouldn't be in
here if you weren't.
You can solve it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, I
can't. I can't. I can't.
Yes, you can!
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But... but how?
It was followin' our
movement from the start.
DAMSEY: [on phone] What,
you uh... What do you mean?
What happens, it's
not gravity changing,
it's... it's a... it's like
a loosening of gravity.
Gravity opening itself up.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Opening itself up?
Wha... What are you talking about?
It's like... it's
like gravity unlocks.
It's under our control.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No. No, I'm...
I'm falling all over the place.
If you panic, yeah.
It makes you off balanced,
but you can control it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Control it?
We can control it?
What are they hoping for?
They abduct people from
all over the world,
from all across time,
but not just anyone.
People with a mind
for arithmetic, right?
MILES: Right.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
They put us in here,
but let us communicate
with each other.
Why?
MILES: They're not just
testing our bodies,
they're testing our minds.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah,
and wouldn't you know it?
A fourth-dimensional equation
is sketched on the wall.
But they gave us the
power to control the room.
A room that moves
in a binary way.
An X or a Y.
Now, we know that pi is
constant in this equation.
So, what if whatever the
answer to the equation is...
MILES: That's how many
times we roll the room.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes! Like...
like a combination lock!
So, if the number is five,
we roll the room
five times, right?
All we gotta do is
reset the room to zero.
Use the constant.
What if um...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What if, what?
Uh...
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Just say it.
You already know what
I'm gonna ask, right?
DAMSEY: [on phone] What if only one
of us is supposed to make it out.
The one who solves
it first, right?
And what if...
DAMSEY: [on phone] There's nothing in
the equation that would imply that,
so I think we're okay.
Right?
Okay.
[Miles and Damsey grunting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh,
my God! Oh, my God!
MILES: No!
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No, hey, hey, hey!
MILES: No! Fuck!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Hey, hey,
hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay.
Use the light... use
the light of your phone.
MILES: You motherfuckers!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles!
Hey, Miles, use the light...
Use the light of your phone!
- MILES: No!
- DAMSEY: [on phone] Calm down.
[Miles screaming]
[explosion]
[crowd screaming, guns firing]
[indistinct yelling]
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[woman screaming]
[pants]
MILES: You win! You win.
Just fuckin' end it.
Please just kill me.
[Miles sobbing]
MILES: I can't
do this anymore.
[sighs]
You've been closing
in on me for 30 years.
[sobs]
Suffocating me.
Stranglin' me.
Why did you do it, dad?
Why did you destroy
her like that?
[sobs]
Why did you hate me so much?
[sobs]
You broke us.
[sobs]
And now...
[sniffles, sobs]
And now, I'm becoming you.
[sobs]
Dad, I don't wanna be you.
Dad, I don't wanna be you.
[sobs]
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I'm not you. I'm not you.
I'm not you.
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[sniffles]
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MILES: Come on.
Come on.
[phone beeping]
[grunts]
[Damsey panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
You okay?
[Damsey sobbing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
No. He was here. Uh...
[Damsey sniffling]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Allen was here.
It wasn't him. It
was another test.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Well, then, how
did they know what he says to me?
What does it matter?
That's not gonna
change anything.
We just have to
keep goin', okay?
Can't let them win.
[Damsey sobbing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I
have... have bruises,
but they're not from
this... this fucking room
or... or the accident.
It's him. He hits me.
When?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Today.
Last month. Last summer.
He dislocated my
shoulder and he...
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Fucking
called it "an accident" .
I just... I couldn't... I
couldn't take it anymore, so...
So, I escaped, but I...
but I didn't get far.
I... I drove off the road,
and I crashed, and...
[Damsey chuckles]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Wouldn't you know it?
I get sucked up into
this mystery box
and the only living
person I can talk to
is another fucked-up jarhead.
Now, hey, wait a minute.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No, no, you
wait a minute! You wait a minute.
You said that... that
you were uh, an animal.
You became a monster.
What... what did you do?
Did you hit her?
Did you rape her?
No, Damsey, I
didn't hit her. I...
But I wanted to.
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I know you...
all you men are the fucking same.
You know, I fucking hate
you. I fucking hate you.
You're a piece of shit, and I...
Dame.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Hope you fucking die!
Dame, just wait... uh, D...
Dame?
[phone rings]
Damsey.
MAN: [on phone] You try to solve
it. You cannot solve it, okay?
Oh, hey.
MAN: [on phone] We cannot show
we are threat! We have to fail!
We cannot win!
Why?
MAN: [on phone] You don't
listen. Need sacrifice.
Sacrifice what, huh? You just...
Sacrifice what?
MAN: [on phone]
Ourself. Okay, listen.
What happen when
mouse in maze escape,
when apes stand up
straight, open cage?
What happen when
machine outsmart men?
Threat. Become
threat. Understand?
Thousand years they
take us. They test us.
They cannot see us as threat.
[phone beeps]
[pants]
[yells]
[pants]
[grunts]
[pants]
[yells]
No!
[pants]
No! No, fuck! Just
fucking do it!
Oh, God.
[pants]
[yells]
Fuck.
[pants]
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[phone rings]
[grunts]
Fuck you, phone.
Come on. Come on!
[pants]
Dame, is that you?
[Damsey panting]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Yeah, it's me.
[Damsey panting]
Please. Just end it.
Solve it, please.
DAMSEY: [on phone] No.
No, you tell me the truth.
Did you hit her?
Dame, no. I... I didn't.
I couldn't.
Look, I know there's
something wrong with me.
I'm sick.
And that's why it should be you.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
What should?
The one who makes it out.
You're the best of us.
Strongest. It should be you.
[Damsey sighing]
DAMSEY: [on phone]
But you'll die.
Maybe. Maybe that's
for the best.
[Damsey sighing, sniffling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, I
don't know what to say.
I do. Dame, I'm sorry.
[Damsey sighing]
I'm sorry for everything
that you've been through.
[Damsey sighing]
Sorry for what I
am. What I've done.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Miles.
All of it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Oh, it's
okay, Miles. I forgive you.
When you get out,
you find my wife and
little girl, okay?
I uh, I don't know where
they'd be living, but...
tell them I'm sorry.
Tell them... tell
them I love them.
[Damsey sobs]
Tell them they deserved
better. Better than me.
You can do that for me, okay?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah, I'll...
I'll tell 'em. I'll tell them.
Now, goddammit, you solve this.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
You already have
the final variable.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
It's time. It's time, right?
That's right. That's right.
Do you remember the... the...
The times between suppressions?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Uh, yeah, yeah.
What is the percentage
that they reduce?
DAMSEY: [on phone] You said it
was 13 minutes the first time,
and then the second was uh...
12:35.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay, yeah.
So, then the percentage is uh,
3 point something...
[indistinct speech]
MILES: 3.14
DAMSEY: [on phone] Times
tesseract is at 6.6 to the fourth.
To the fourth, that's
right. So, that's...
DAMSEY: [on phone] And the
last number is... it's 1.
MILES: 1.
[Damsey chuckling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yeah.
So, do it.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
When you... when you
hear gravity release,
spin the space like I told you.
DAMSEY: [on phone]
Okay. Uh, uh...
No time to second guess,
Dame. It's go time!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay.
Okay, okay, okay. Okay, uh...
[Damsey grunting]
What are you waiting for?
DAMSEY: [on phone]
[indistinct speech]
I'm doing it, Miles. It
didn't... It didn't work.
Try it again!
[Damsey grunting]
DAMSEY: [on phone] I'm trying!
Nothing... Nothing's happening!
Wait, we did
everything. Oh, my God!
We missed something.
Fuck, what did we miss?
DAMSEY: [on phone] Uh, uh, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Miles, maybe it's not
just solving the problem.
If that was it, then someone
would've done it by now.
Just spit it out!
DAMSEY: [on phone] Okay! Okay!
The answer to the equation is 1!
It's us, together!
It's not one of us
alone that's a threat!
It's mankind as one!
As one.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Holy shit.
They want to see
if we can unite.
Miles, you fight with me
and you show these motherfuckers
what we're capable of, okay?
That we're a threat.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Yes!
We're... we're together on this!
You just have to push back.
MILES: Push back.
DAMSEY: [on phone] Push back.
[Damsey yelling]
DAMSEY: [on phone] Go!
MILES: Push!
[Damsey and Miles screaming]
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Hello, Miles.
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[metal squeaking in distance]
[grunts]
Dame? Dame?
We did it, Dame.
[pants]
[takes deep breaths]
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[grunts]
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[drone whooshing]
What the hell?
[siren wailing in distance]
[drone whooshing]
[indistinct announcement
in distance]
[coughs]
Hey!
[drone whooshing]
Hey!
I'm American! I'm American!
[whirring in distance]
[siren wailing in distance]
[whooshing in distance]
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[indistinct yelling]
[wind howling]
[metal squeaking]