The Hidden Order (2026) Movie Script
(tape rattling)
(dramatic music) (countdown beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic music continues)
(lightning cracking) (thunder rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(people chatting)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(tape rattling)
[Announcer] Gone are
the days of human limitations.
Past is the era of the oppressed worker.
With the might of our
nation's brightest minds,
the state has the honour
to present the new wave
for its people, the robotic worker.
(dramatic music continues)
With a productivity rate four times higher
than that of traditional human lab our,
the robotic worker brings
the dawn of a new age
to the motherland.
(dramatic music continues)
(character chuckling)
An age of liberation, an age of progress,
an age of triumph.
(audience applauding)
(gentle music) (wind whooshing)
(horns honking)
(dramatic music) (horns honking)
(gentle music)
(metal clinking)
(wind whooshing)
(traffic whooshing)
(gentle music continues)
(doors whooshing) (electronics beeping)
(lights thudding)
(gentle music continues)
(lights buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(lights buzzing)
(Amadeus grunting) (items clattering)
(machinery humming)
(cork popping) (liquid swooshing)
(whimsical music) (robot beeping)
(robot whirring)
(whimsical music continues)
(robot whirring)
(Amadeus panting)
- Dr. Klein.
- Yes?
[Robot] (indistinct) a delivery.
(items clattering)
- All hail the Motherland.
- Hail.
(robot mumbling) (robot whirring)
(items clattering)
(suspenseful music)
[General] Dr. Amadeus
Klein, we salute you
for your outstanding
contribution to the greater good.
(people screaming) (dramatic music)
The time is right for our
nation's newest of fence
against the evils of the world.
(fire roaring)
(keys clacking)
So we come to you once more
in order to firmly remind you
that just as the robotic worker,
we expect the people's
soldier to be another triumph
on behalf of the Motherland.
It must be finished in three months.
Signed, The Committee
of the People's Security.
(doorbell buzzing)
(tyres screeching) (door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(Amadeus crying)
(suspenseful music continues)
(birds crowing)
(dramatic music)
(paper fluttering)
(pen scratching) (dramatic music continues)
(pen scratching)
(dial clicking)
(machines whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(doorbell buzzing)
(wheels screeching)
(dramatic music)
(door thudding)
(drawer thudding)
(sheet rustling)
(footsteps thudding) (pen scratching)
Doctor, good evening.
(pen scratching) (dramatic music continues)
I hope that the letter was received.
And of course, the package.
They have.
[General] How is she, hmm?
- She's well.
- Good.
Tough little flower
that one. (Frog croaking)
(suspenseful music)
Oh now. We only want
what's best for all of us.
Tell me how. How is the project?
[Amadeus] It's in progress.
(Amadeus breathing heavily)
It better be. (Suspenseful
music continues)
I had better leave you to it then.
Oh, and Doctor, remember
that even a desert flower
will die.
(footsteps thudding)
(dramatic music)
(case thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(lenses clicking)
(welder zapping)
(machines whirring)
(lights clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(metal clinking)
(dramatic music)
(machine hissing) (machine thudding)
(whimsical music)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(lights clicking)
(electricity zapping) (dramatic music)
(alarms blaring)
(suspenseful music) (metal clattering)
(lights clicking)
(metal clattering)
(dramatic music)
(metal clattering)
(sombre music)
(metal thudding)
(sombre music continues)
(transition whooshing)
(gentle music)
(transition whooshing)
(robot giggling)
[Speaker] It's been not
one but two months, General.
Amadeus still owns the
missing piece to our success.
Without it, the project is of no use to us.
- Time is running out.
- Yes, (indistinct).
It shall be delivered in
time. You have my word.
[Speaker] It better,
General, for your own sake.
(door thudding)
(robot giggling)
- General, General, General!
- What is it?
(sombre music)
(metal clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clanking)
(tyres screeching)
(dramatic music)
Where is it? Damn you, where is it?
(items clattering)
(Amadeus panting)
How is your wife, Amadeus, hmm?
I believe my condolences are in older.
So sorry to hear of her passing.
Did you really think I
wouldn't find out the truth?
Did you believe that you, of all people,
could hide all this from
me? (Suspenseful music)
No. You see, I, I deliver.
That's what I do.
That's my trade, my contribution
to the great mechanism.
I always deliver.
So one way or another, Amadeus,
you will give me what I want.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
[Soldier] Sir, the truck
is ready to be loaded.
Go outside.
- But, Sir.
- Go outside and wait!
(crickets chirping)
(items clattering)
(birds crowing)
(suspenseful music)
(Amadeus panting) (body thudding)
For the last time, (gun clicking)
Where is it?
(suspenseful music)
- S-she.
- What?
Not it. She. (Suspenseful music)
(General choking) (gun banging)
(General grunting) (gun clicking)
Don't. (Suspenseful music)
(electricity zapping)
(metal clanking) (sombre music)
(Amadeus grunting)
(paper rustling)
(sombre music continues)
(gasoline splashing)
(Amadeus breathing heavily)
(footsteps thudding)
(fire hissing)
(fire crackling) (sombre music continues)
(General coughing)
(dramatic music)
(engine rumbling) (water whooshing)
(horn blaring)
(whimsical music)
(tape rattling)
(tape clicking)
(ominous music)
(machines rattling)
My name is Eva Trbojevich.
It's March 6th, 1993. (Tape rattling)
Uh, the time is 6:39.
This is the first experiment located
inside the King's Chamber
in the Khufu Pyramid in Giza.
I believe I completed a
possible time travel experiment
designed by my
grandfather, Nikola Trbojevich.
(guard 1 speaking Arabic)
(guard 2 speaking Arabic)
(suspenseful music)
(clothing rustling)
(Eva breathing heavily)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(ring warbling)
(static buzzing) (suspenseful music)
[Narrator] On December 2nd, 1973,
Nikola Trbojevich disappeared in Egypt
under mysterious circumstances
with no clues found.
The disappearance remains unsolved.
The various theories
about the potential cause
of his disappearance and comparisons
to the earlier disappearance
of his uncle, Nikola Tesla.
On the evening of December 2nd, 1973,
Nikola Terebojevich was last seen in Egypt.
The following morning, his
laboratory was found locked
and abandoned with no indication
of what might have happened to him.
Or what exactly did he (indistinct).
3, 6, 3, 6, 9, 3. (Static buzzing)
(bag rustling) (suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(wind whooshing)
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbling)
(Edith panting)
Oh my God.
It worked.
(ominous music)
(clothing rustling)
(torch clicking)
(ominous music continues)
This is the first audio recording
after commencing the machine.
A bright light filled the room as I head
inside the sarcophagus.
All of the time machine
and the equipment is gone
except for the backpack I was holding.
My audio recorder seems to be working,
but my flashlight isn't.
And time is frozen at 3:33.
Currently walking down a long passageway
that wasn't here before.
(ominous music)
What is this place?
(ominous music continues)
(items rustling)
Are you leaving us again? (Door creaking)
Please tell me where
you're going this time.
[Man] Sorry, one day you will understand.
(ominous music continues)
(door clicking)
(Eva sighing)
I have completely lost sense of time.
I'm not even sure if I'm still
trapped inside the pyramid.
I don't see any sign
of human or plant life.
It's like I've stumbled upon
a completely lifeless world.
There's no pulse, no breath, no movement,
just endless passages
leading to empty chambers.
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music intensifies)
Did I travel to some distant future
or some long forgotten past?
Only the shadows know.
This place is so odd.
It's like nowhere I've ever seen before.
It's like from a different planet.
Maybe it was built by aliens.
(ominous music)
I don't really understand what's happening.
Is it possible I died?
Is this some kind of afterlife?
(ominous music intensifies)
Hey, wait, wait. Wait, stop!
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music)
All of these structures are
from different time periods,
but they're all related to Egypt.
It's like a giant factory,
museum of some sort.
I've recognised this place.
It's Baron Palace. (Eerie music)
Could this just be an illusion?
I have had enough.
Is someone watching me?
Are you having fun? Answer me!
I have had enough. It's my life or nothing.
(bag thudding)
(eerie music continues)
[Entity] Eva, come to the light.
(ominous music)
What are you?
[Entity] The Higher.
- Are you God?
- We are a higher entity.
The astrophysicists of the Alphaverse.
I don't understand. Am I dead?
[Entity] You are not dead.
The universe you lived in is a mirror image
that we created of the Alphaverse.
In order to investigate
the Alphaverse's algorithm
and the great creator of it all,
we fabricated multiple
reflected images of the Alphaverse
and implanted the biological
intelligence we created
in our image to observe how
you could use the algorithm
in discovering your nature.
The algorithm?
[Entity] The algorithm used in crafting
your universe contains
the secret codes we learned
from the Alphaverse.
They're revealed as
geometries and forms, numbers,
and patterns seen throughout
the nature of your world.
It can be found in the
structure of the human ear,
the spiral of a snail shell,
the captivating pattern
of a single snowflake,
the branches of a tree,
and the spiral arms of galaxies.
Then what is this place?
[Entity] The place of
disarray and a pause between
what was and what is to come.
It's where data elements
that run your universe
are reserved on a neurological processor
that impulses at the speed of light.
(ominous music)
So I got here because I
travelled at the speed of light.
It didn't move me between points of time.
It took me out of the
simulation completely.
It didn't work.
[Entity] Eva, why are you upset?
Many do not know the
truths that you now know.
I don't care about any of this.
Everything I did was to find my father
and why he left me. (Ominous music)
[Entity] If it were not for your father,
you would not be here.
3, 6, 3, 6, 9, 3, 6. (Static crackling)
[Entity] They helped you to get here.
It was him this entire time.
But who are they?
[Entity] Curiosity imbued with love
is the most tremendous obsession.
It drives us to seek out new horizons
and push the limits of what we know.
(wood creaking)
Your light is different.
Is this real? Are we here for a reason?
The alpha question begs
whether you're curious, attentive.
Despite lacking objective certainty,
despite not being able to receive answers
to our deepest existential questions,
it is vital that we choose to believe.
Choose to believe that
our actions have meaning,
that there are causes worth
fighting for, that our love,
our feelings, our subjective
reality, that it all matters.
The universe is there to guide you,
and that it is worth
taking the leap of faith.
(ominous music)
They're all here.
The sacred triad of 3, 6, 9 holds the key
to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
The key is the triad of energy
and frequency and vibration.
It's the foundation of reality itself.
The building blocks to life.
They cause unity with the divine.
(ominous music continues)
[Man] Who are you?
(gentle music)
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps thudding)
(door knocking)
(Charlotte gasping) (dramatic music)
(chair thudding)
(items clattering)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music) (Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music) (door clicking)
(packages rustling)
(door clicking)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(bright music)
(cereal crunching)
(bowl thudding)
(box thudding)
[Kimberly] Hi, Char-Char.
So I sent over some of
those new baby products
for the Sassy Social Media Mommy campaign,
and we need the Char-Char special.
Do your magic babes.
500-word blog post for
each three headline options.
10 sets of Google Ad copy, please.
Thank you, doll.
You're literally the best.
Lovies, lovies.
Kimberly M. (Door knocking)
(dramatic music)
(panting) No knocking, please!
No knocking! (Panting) (door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
What, cat?
(lock clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(foam rustling) (suspenseful
music continues)
Great. More junk.
(suspenseful music)
(keys clacking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(typewriter thudding)
(Charlotte panting)
(Charlotte sighing)
(keys clacking)
(suspenseful music)
(Charlotte gasping)
(dial rattling)
(Charlotte panting)
(keys clacking)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music) (keys clacking)
(dial rattling)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys clacking) (Charlotte gasping)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dramatic music)
Blackbird in the bayou
who sing me a song
Sing all night long
I'll come along
Oh, blackbird in the bayou
Whistle a tune
Take all my blues away
One eerie twilight when speaking low
A man appeared from the misty shadow
Torch in hand for
the marsh's (indistinct)
But the blackbird
song and to all he cried
Oh blackbird
(dramatic music)
(Margie gasping)
(Margie groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(chain clinking)
(suspenseful music)
(Margie crying)
(Charlotte crying)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(lighter clicking)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dramatic music)
(drawer grinding) (papers rustling)
(trashcan thudding)
(paper rustling)
(Blackstone whistling)
(suspenseful music)
(pages rustling)
(lock clicking)
(item clattering)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music)
(cat meowing)
(gentle music) (coffee swooshing)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(Charlotte chuckling)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Her band of misguided admirers
worshipped her like a queen.
She thrived on this false esteem.
You could see it in her every move.
It was all a setup, a trap to draw out
all their lustful desires
like hot black oil from sand.
The work of the devil. (Smooth jazz music)
(door clicking)
(lighter clicking)
(door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Even as she walked in the misty twilight,
she was putting on a show.
A show for an empty street, no less.
Her stalker knew what she really was.
A two bit bump and grinder.
(dramatic music) (door clicking)
(Margie gasping) (man humming)
(man groaning)
His life, consumed by a relentless pursuit
to eradicate the devil's
minions, had led him to her.
And her time was running out.
(suspenseful music)
He cut through the night
like a shark in the sea.
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(dramatic music)
The axe fell hard and fast.
His portable guillotine
split her face in two.
Her executioner stood
silent, almost out of respect,
until his eyes began to gleam,
and a twisted smile
slithered across his face.
He had won.
He had beat the devil yet again.
(dramatic music) (Charlotte gasping)
(keys clacking) (suspenseful music)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(keys clacking) (dramatic music)
(chair grating)
(dramatic music continues)
(axe grating)
(Blackstone sniffing)
(Blackstone sighing)
(Charlotte panting)
(dramatic music)
(Charlotte grunting)
(Blackstone whistling)
(dramatic music)
(door clicking) (door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(door clicking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Blackstone whistling)
(lighter clicking)
(Blackstone laughing)
(dramatic music)
(Blackstone grunting) (Margie exclaiming)
(Blackstone laughing)
(Margie laughing)
Into the fire after the bird
Swallowed by his
greed, and hey here now
Knocks on devils gate
Oh blackbird in the bayou
Sing me a song
(suspenseful music)
(Margie whistling)
(Margie chuckling)
(axe thudding) (Blackstone grunting)
Take all my blues away
(gentle music)
(keys clacking)
(gentle music continues)
(groovy music)
(bright music)
(upbeat music)
(gentle music) (door clicking)
(Charlotte breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
[Charlotte] How do you
feel about the name Margie?
(door knocking) (suspenseful music)
(Charlotte gasping)
(gentle music)
(pills clattering)
(birds chirping)
(door clicking) (gentle music continues)
(birds chirping)
(paper fluttering)
(bright music)
(keys clacking) (suspenseful music)
(people chatting)
I can't believe we're finally in the sea.
- Ain't it thrilling.
- (Chuckling) yeah.
(items clattering)
It reeks something
fish. (Eileen laughing)
At least we won't be starving
when the weather turns foul.
There's daily toil and
wedges plenty for us all,
be it rain or snow.
(sighing) Look how sturdy it be.
Don't want mucking stick overs for us.
It's straight to the
mills if we're to pay rent.
Nettie, you're old enough now, ain't ya?
No. I won't have it. Besides,
I need her minding Jack.
For all our wages,
from wherever they arrive.
What are we saving for, pa?
Well, once I make rank of foreman,
and this jar is brimming.
We live in the top floor like royalty.
We may even rent your ma a proper shop.
(chuckling) Wouldn't that be the dream?
'Til I dillied and dallied
and dallied and dillied
And lost me way and nowhere to roam
(Lowell laughing)
Oh, it'd be a grand day.
Very grand indeed. (Ominous music)
(window thudding)
(Lowell gasping)
Who is that? (Window thudding)
(suspenseful music)
[Lowell] I didn't pay no
knocker up to rouse us.
Be gone! Off!
- Up and up.
- Rise and shine.
- Time to rise.
- Come on, open up.
Rise and shine. (Gentle music)
(window thudding)
(gentle music)
Oh, it's our first customer.
Look smart.
Okay. That is there.
Welcome. (Footsteps thudding)
I usually go to Agnes Smith,
but she's gone blind as a bat.
Can't thread a needle,
nor stitch a straight line.
Oh, poor soul looks 900.
But penny's a penny wasted
if expectations disappoint.
- Yes, Mom.
- Let's see if you
can hem this better.
But the penny will have
to wait until I see results.
Yes, ma'am. (Birds crowing)
Ooh. What a pretty lass. (Chuckling)
Cheeks as rosy as me husband's.
God rest his soul.
Oh, but his were pink from the drink.
He felt mighty big when he were foreman,
but alas an accident took his leg
and then he took took whiskey
and then the devil came a knocking.
Oh, sorry to hear that.
[Mrs. Andrews] Oh, is he feeling poorly?
Oh, he's just tired from
a long journey, ma'am.
Well, given the odds,
one mustn't let the hour grow too fond, eh?
The penny includes a cleaning, I presume.
Well,
of, of course.
(Mrs. Andrews chuckling)
Very well. I return in morning.
Th-thank you, ma'am.
Why didn't you charge
her for the cleaning?
It's word of mouth that'll
bring customers about.
And she's got a mouth
on her, that one. (Chuckling)
(people chatting)
Shh, your sister's sleeping.
Why are your eyes red?
Don't fuss. It's just
a bit of cotton dust.
He'll get used to it.
Go wash your eyes.
(sighing) Oh, they don't let us sit,
save for 15 minutes we get for lunch.
(Lowell sighing)
(footsteps thudding)
They made me a scavenger.
I crawls like this under the spinning mule.
Picking scraps before it'll crush me.
Sounds mighty dangerous.
It is. Three boys less
than 10 already lost fingers.
At least one a piece.
Another lost his head, they say.
You can still see the stain where
Shh! Shh!
Don't worry, ma. I'm quick as air.
(gentle music)
(Eileen scrubbing)
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding)
[Lowell] We're not paying, you hear?
When's he ever gonna quit?
(Lowell huffing)
Did you notice he
only knocked four times?
Last night he done
five. (Suspenseful music)
(baby crying)
I'll let me outgrow his fondness at once.
So there.
Hm, well, your lines are straight,
but stitching's wider than I fancy
and prone to snap.
Where's your wee lass?
She's fetching water at the pump.
Hm, (gasping) he, he has a fever.
A fever? No, it's not but a slight chill.
(panting) Are you blind?
No. P-please, ma'am,
that'll be a penny for me work.
(suspenseful music)
(bell chiming)
(Eileen gasping)
(sombre music)
'Twas the knocker.
Four knocks he gave this
morning and now we're four.
Devil's come a knocking.
He has nothing to do with our son.
(sombre music continues)
(broom rustling)
Nettie, stop that nonsense.
But I can be a scavenger like Simon.
And have leeches pull
the swelling from your eyes?
Or have your fingers chopped off?
Or risk being smashed to bits by a machine?
Go back to sweeping now.
(broom rustling)
Nettie?
I'll need a trusty hand
when I open me shop.
(broom rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(window knocking)
(Lowell groaning)
Those three knocks he gave.
What are you on about?
The knocker first gave five knocks.
And the day Jack died, he done four.
Now he's done three.
He's gone for another of us.
(scoffing) Don't be daft.
Don't be in to the mill.
At, at the very least, l-leave Simon be.
We signed a contract woman.
Besides, I'm there to keep
an eye on the lad, huh?
Maybe it's a sign we ought to return.
At the country side? (Chuckling)
Don't you remember how
we went hungry last winter?
Only froze when our
roof gave way. (Chuckling)
(Lowell grunting)
(broom rustling) (suspenseful music)
(broom rustling)
(horn blaring)
[Man] There was an accident at the mill.
[Woman] I heard it is a fire.
[Man] No, there was a
boy caught in the machine.
- A boy?
- Simon.
(suspenseful music continues)
Nettie? Nettie?
Nettie? (Horse neighing)
Nettie? Nettie!
[Woman] Could tell
her mom was acting funny
and asked her way to
the mill, find her path.
But she died there on the
street where I could sees her.
[Man] I couldn't halt in time, I swear.
[Woman] Why didn't you stop?
Was no one watching her?
Oh the shame. (Sombre music)
He'll come for us all.
(footsteps thudding)
I have another job for ya.
And come to think, I never
paid ya for the last one.
It's for my granddaughter's communion.
Hm, pretty ain't it?
Well, needs to be lowered by two inches.
Oh. Now the grey was
remarkable, ain't it? (Chuckling)
Where's your wee angel?
They'd be about same size.
(sombre music)
Oh. Oh dear. Was it the fever then?
Oh, no. No. (Eileen crying)
Oh, did it take them both?
(huffing) What a monstrous
thief in the night it'd be.
(Eileen crying)
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding) (Eileen exclaiming)
(crying) Did you hear? Oh no, no.
Did you hear? (Indistinct)
It must stop. Just stop him.
No, Simon, stay!
(suspenseful music continues)
Just stay. Let your father go.
Let your father go.
Nettie stayed behind with
you and look what happened.
(hand slapping)
(Eileen crying) (sombre music)
[Simon] He'll take me next, won't he?
(suspenseful music)
(dogs barking)
(footsteps thudding)
(sombre music)
What's wrong, Simon? Where's, where's pa?
(footsteps thudding)
(sombre music continues)
He saved his son, he did.
The boy was caught under the machine.
Lowell pulled him out just in time.
But not to save himself.
Does anyone know who done this?
It was a spinning mule, ma'am,
like it's done to many a good fella.
I'm sorry. Truly I am.
(sombre music continues)
He was a fine worker.
[Eileen] We must go back.
W-we don't belong here.
(items clattering)
Pa needs a proper burial.
We can't just leave him!
It's not safe, don't you see?
We're all that's left and he'll come again.
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding) (Eileen exclaiming)
Leave us be! Just leave us be!
(crying) What do you want?
(suspenseful music)
(items clattering)
Fine, I'll take me turn then.
- Just spare my son.
- No!
Go back! No! (Dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(gasping) Simon, no!
(Eileen exclaiming)
(sombre music)
(crying) Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, I'm sorry.
(suspenseful music)
Let's go back then.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
[Lowell] Your ma put
up a right good fight.
But now she's at rest. (Baby crying)
[Simon] Will we still go to that big city
like we planned, Pa?
[Lowell] Aye, lad. We'll
carry out our grand city dreams.
Just as your ma wished.
Oh, it'll be a sight to behold.
One day, I'll rise to the rank of foreman.
And we'll dwell in a proper house.
Good food, fine clothes.
Just you wait and see.
(shutter thudding) (gentle music)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music) (countdown beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic music continues)
(lightning cracking) (thunder rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(people chatting)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(tape rattling)
[Announcer] Gone are
the days of human limitations.
Past is the era of the oppressed worker.
With the might of our
nation's brightest minds,
the state has the honour
to present the new wave
for its people, the robotic worker.
(dramatic music continues)
With a productivity rate four times higher
than that of traditional human lab our,
the robotic worker brings
the dawn of a new age
to the motherland.
(dramatic music continues)
(character chuckling)
An age of liberation, an age of progress,
an age of triumph.
(audience applauding)
(gentle music) (wind whooshing)
(horns honking)
(dramatic music) (horns honking)
(gentle music)
(metal clinking)
(wind whooshing)
(traffic whooshing)
(gentle music continues)
(doors whooshing) (electronics beeping)
(lights thudding)
(gentle music continues)
(lights buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
(lights buzzing)
(Amadeus grunting) (items clattering)
(machinery humming)
(cork popping) (liquid swooshing)
(whimsical music) (robot beeping)
(robot whirring)
(whimsical music continues)
(robot whirring)
(Amadeus panting)
- Dr. Klein.
- Yes?
[Robot] (indistinct) a delivery.
(items clattering)
- All hail the Motherland.
- Hail.
(robot mumbling) (robot whirring)
(items clattering)
(suspenseful music)
[General] Dr. Amadeus
Klein, we salute you
for your outstanding
contribution to the greater good.
(people screaming) (dramatic music)
The time is right for our
nation's newest of fence
against the evils of the world.
(fire roaring)
(keys clacking)
So we come to you once more
in order to firmly remind you
that just as the robotic worker,
we expect the people's
soldier to be another triumph
on behalf of the Motherland.
It must be finished in three months.
Signed, The Committee
of the People's Security.
(doorbell buzzing)
(tyres screeching) (door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(Amadeus crying)
(suspenseful music continues)
(birds crowing)
(dramatic music)
(paper fluttering)
(pen scratching) (dramatic music continues)
(pen scratching)
(dial clicking)
(machines whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(doorbell buzzing)
(wheels screeching)
(dramatic music)
(door thudding)
(drawer thudding)
(sheet rustling)
(footsteps thudding) (pen scratching)
Doctor, good evening.
(pen scratching) (dramatic music continues)
I hope that the letter was received.
And of course, the package.
They have.
[General] How is she, hmm?
- She's well.
- Good.
Tough little flower
that one. (Frog croaking)
(suspenseful music)
Oh now. We only want
what's best for all of us.
Tell me how. How is the project?
[Amadeus] It's in progress.
(Amadeus breathing heavily)
It better be. (Suspenseful
music continues)
I had better leave you to it then.
Oh, and Doctor, remember
that even a desert flower
will die.
(footsteps thudding)
(dramatic music)
(case thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(lenses clicking)
(welder zapping)
(machines whirring)
(lights clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(metal clinking)
(dramatic music)
(machine hissing) (machine thudding)
(whimsical music)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(lights clicking)
(electricity zapping) (dramatic music)
(alarms blaring)
(suspenseful music) (metal clattering)
(lights clicking)
(metal clattering)
(dramatic music)
(metal clattering)
(sombre music)
(metal thudding)
(sombre music continues)
(transition whooshing)
(gentle music)
(transition whooshing)
(robot giggling)
[Speaker] It's been not
one but two months, General.
Amadeus still owns the
missing piece to our success.
Without it, the project is of no use to us.
- Time is running out.
- Yes, (indistinct).
It shall be delivered in
time. You have my word.
[Speaker] It better,
General, for your own sake.
(door thudding)
(robot giggling)
- General, General, General!
- What is it?
(sombre music)
(metal clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clanking)
(tyres screeching)
(dramatic music)
Where is it? Damn you, where is it?
(items clattering)
(Amadeus panting)
How is your wife, Amadeus, hmm?
I believe my condolences are in older.
So sorry to hear of her passing.
Did you really think I
wouldn't find out the truth?
Did you believe that you, of all people,
could hide all this from
me? (Suspenseful music)
No. You see, I, I deliver.
That's what I do.
That's my trade, my contribution
to the great mechanism.
I always deliver.
So one way or another, Amadeus,
you will give me what I want.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding)
[Soldier] Sir, the truck
is ready to be loaded.
Go outside.
- But, Sir.
- Go outside and wait!
(crickets chirping)
(items clattering)
(birds crowing)
(suspenseful music)
(Amadeus panting) (body thudding)
For the last time, (gun clicking)
Where is it?
(suspenseful music)
- S-she.
- What?
Not it. She. (Suspenseful music)
(General choking) (gun banging)
(General grunting) (gun clicking)
Don't. (Suspenseful music)
(electricity zapping)
(metal clanking) (sombre music)
(Amadeus grunting)
(paper rustling)
(sombre music continues)
(gasoline splashing)
(Amadeus breathing heavily)
(footsteps thudding)
(fire hissing)
(fire crackling) (sombre music continues)
(General coughing)
(dramatic music)
(engine rumbling) (water whooshing)
(horn blaring)
(whimsical music)
(tape rattling)
(tape clicking)
(ominous music)
(machines rattling)
My name is Eva Trbojevich.
It's March 6th, 1993. (Tape rattling)
Uh, the time is 6:39.
This is the first experiment located
inside the King's Chamber
in the Khufu Pyramid in Giza.
I believe I completed a
possible time travel experiment
designed by my
grandfather, Nikola Trbojevich.
(guard 1 speaking Arabic)
(guard 2 speaking Arabic)
(suspenseful music)
(clothing rustling)
(Eva breathing heavily)
(machine whirring)
(electricity zapping)
(ring warbling)
(static buzzing) (suspenseful music)
[Narrator] On December 2nd, 1973,
Nikola Trbojevich disappeared in Egypt
under mysterious circumstances
with no clues found.
The disappearance remains unsolved.
The various theories
about the potential cause
of his disappearance and comparisons
to the earlier disappearance
of his uncle, Nikola Tesla.
On the evening of December 2nd, 1973,
Nikola Terebojevich was last seen in Egypt.
The following morning, his
laboratory was found locked
and abandoned with no indication
of what might have happened to him.
Or what exactly did he (indistinct).
3, 6, 3, 6, 9, 3. (Static buzzing)
(bag rustling) (suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(wind whooshing)
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbling)
(Edith panting)
Oh my God.
It worked.
(ominous music)
(clothing rustling)
(torch clicking)
(ominous music continues)
This is the first audio recording
after commencing the machine.
A bright light filled the room as I head
inside the sarcophagus.
All of the time machine
and the equipment is gone
except for the backpack I was holding.
My audio recorder seems to be working,
but my flashlight isn't.
And time is frozen at 3:33.
Currently walking down a long passageway
that wasn't here before.
(ominous music)
What is this place?
(ominous music continues)
(items rustling)
Are you leaving us again? (Door creaking)
Please tell me where
you're going this time.
[Man] Sorry, one day you will understand.
(ominous music continues)
(door clicking)
(Eva sighing)
I have completely lost sense of time.
I'm not even sure if I'm still
trapped inside the pyramid.
I don't see any sign
of human or plant life.
It's like I've stumbled upon
a completely lifeless world.
There's no pulse, no breath, no movement,
just endless passages
leading to empty chambers.
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music intensifies)
Did I travel to some distant future
or some long forgotten past?
Only the shadows know.
This place is so odd.
It's like nowhere I've ever seen before.
It's like from a different planet.
Maybe it was built by aliens.
(ominous music)
I don't really understand what's happening.
Is it possible I died?
Is this some kind of afterlife?
(ominous music intensifies)
Hey, wait, wait. Wait, stop!
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music)
All of these structures are
from different time periods,
but they're all related to Egypt.
It's like a giant factory,
museum of some sort.
I've recognised this place.
It's Baron Palace. (Eerie music)
Could this just be an illusion?
I have had enough.
Is someone watching me?
Are you having fun? Answer me!
I have had enough. It's my life or nothing.
(bag thudding)
(eerie music continues)
[Entity] Eva, come to the light.
(ominous music)
What are you?
[Entity] The Higher.
- Are you God?
- We are a higher entity.
The astrophysicists of the Alphaverse.
I don't understand. Am I dead?
[Entity] You are not dead.
The universe you lived in is a mirror image
that we created of the Alphaverse.
In order to investigate
the Alphaverse's algorithm
and the great creator of it all,
we fabricated multiple
reflected images of the Alphaverse
and implanted the biological
intelligence we created
in our image to observe how
you could use the algorithm
in discovering your nature.
The algorithm?
[Entity] The algorithm used in crafting
your universe contains
the secret codes we learned
from the Alphaverse.
They're revealed as
geometries and forms, numbers,
and patterns seen throughout
the nature of your world.
It can be found in the
structure of the human ear,
the spiral of a snail shell,
the captivating pattern
of a single snowflake,
the branches of a tree,
and the spiral arms of galaxies.
Then what is this place?
[Entity] The place of
disarray and a pause between
what was and what is to come.
It's where data elements
that run your universe
are reserved on a neurological processor
that impulses at the speed of light.
(ominous music)
So I got here because I
travelled at the speed of light.
It didn't move me between points of time.
It took me out of the
simulation completely.
It didn't work.
[Entity] Eva, why are you upset?
Many do not know the
truths that you now know.
I don't care about any of this.
Everything I did was to find my father
and why he left me. (Ominous music)
[Entity] If it were not for your father,
you would not be here.
3, 6, 3, 6, 9, 3, 6. (Static crackling)
[Entity] They helped you to get here.
It was him this entire time.
But who are they?
[Entity] Curiosity imbued with love
is the most tremendous obsession.
It drives us to seek out new horizons
and push the limits of what we know.
(wood creaking)
Your light is different.
Is this real? Are we here for a reason?
The alpha question begs
whether you're curious, attentive.
Despite lacking objective certainty,
despite not being able to receive answers
to our deepest existential questions,
it is vital that we choose to believe.
Choose to believe that
our actions have meaning,
that there are causes worth
fighting for, that our love,
our feelings, our subjective
reality, that it all matters.
The universe is there to guide you,
and that it is worth
taking the leap of faith.
(ominous music)
They're all here.
The sacred triad of 3, 6, 9 holds the key
to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
The key is the triad of energy
and frequency and vibration.
It's the foundation of reality itself.
The building blocks to life.
They cause unity with the divine.
(ominous music continues)
[Man] Who are you?
(gentle music)
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps thudding)
(door knocking)
(Charlotte gasping) (dramatic music)
(chair thudding)
(items clattering)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music) (Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music) (door clicking)
(packages rustling)
(door clicking)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(bright music)
(cereal crunching)
(bowl thudding)
(box thudding)
[Kimberly] Hi, Char-Char.
So I sent over some of
those new baby products
for the Sassy Social Media Mommy campaign,
and we need the Char-Char special.
Do your magic babes.
500-word blog post for
each three headline options.
10 sets of Google Ad copy, please.
Thank you, doll.
You're literally the best.
Lovies, lovies.
Kimberly M. (Door knocking)
(dramatic music)
(panting) No knocking, please!
No knocking! (Panting) (door knocking)
(suspenseful music)
What, cat?
(lock clicking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(foam rustling) (suspenseful
music continues)
Great. More junk.
(suspenseful music)
(keys clacking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(typewriter thudding)
(Charlotte panting)
(Charlotte sighing)
(keys clacking)
(suspenseful music)
(Charlotte gasping)
(dial rattling)
(Charlotte panting)
(keys clacking)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music) (keys clacking)
(dial rattling)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys clacking) (Charlotte gasping)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dramatic music)
Blackbird in the bayou
who sing me a song
Sing all night long
I'll come along
Oh, blackbird in the bayou
Whistle a tune
Take all my blues away
One eerie twilight when speaking low
A man appeared from the misty shadow
Torch in hand for
the marsh's (indistinct)
But the blackbird
song and to all he cried
Oh blackbird
(dramatic music)
(Margie gasping)
(Margie groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(chain clinking)
(suspenseful music)
(Margie crying)
(Charlotte crying)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(lighter clicking)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(typewriter chiming)
(suspenseful music continues)
(dramatic music)
(drawer grinding) (papers rustling)
(trashcan thudding)
(paper rustling)
(Blackstone whistling)
(suspenseful music)
(pages rustling)
(lock clicking)
(item clattering)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
(Charlotte panting)
(suspenseful music)
(cat meowing)
(gentle music) (coffee swooshing)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(Charlotte chuckling)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Her band of misguided admirers
worshipped her like a queen.
She thrived on this false esteem.
You could see it in her every move.
It was all a setup, a trap to draw out
all their lustful desires
like hot black oil from sand.
The work of the devil. (Smooth jazz music)
(door clicking)
(lighter clicking)
(door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
Even as she walked in the misty twilight,
she was putting on a show.
A show for an empty street, no less.
Her stalker knew what she really was.
A two bit bump and grinder.
(dramatic music) (door clicking)
(Margie gasping) (man humming)
(man groaning)
His life, consumed by a relentless pursuit
to eradicate the devil's
minions, had led him to her.
And her time was running out.
(suspenseful music)
He cut through the night
like a shark in the sea.
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(dramatic music)
The axe fell hard and fast.
His portable guillotine
split her face in two.
Her executioner stood
silent, almost out of respect,
until his eyes began to gleam,
and a twisted smile
slithered across his face.
He had won.
He had beat the devil yet again.
(dramatic music) (Charlotte gasping)
(keys clacking) (suspenseful music)
(typewriter chiming)
(keys clacking)
(keys clacking) (dramatic music)
(chair grating)
(dramatic music continues)
(axe grating)
(Blackstone sniffing)
(Blackstone sighing)
(Charlotte panting)
(dramatic music)
(Charlotte grunting)
(Blackstone whistling)
(dramatic music)
(door clicking) (door thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(door clicking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Blackstone whistling)
(lighter clicking)
(Blackstone laughing)
(dramatic music)
(Blackstone grunting) (Margie exclaiming)
(Blackstone laughing)
(Margie laughing)
Into the fire after the bird
Swallowed by his
greed, and hey here now
Knocks on devils gate
Oh blackbird in the bayou
Sing me a song
(suspenseful music)
(Margie whistling)
(Margie chuckling)
(axe thudding) (Blackstone grunting)
Take all my blues away
(gentle music)
(keys clacking)
(gentle music continues)
(groovy music)
(bright music)
(upbeat music)
(gentle music) (door clicking)
(Charlotte breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
[Charlotte] How do you
feel about the name Margie?
(door knocking) (suspenseful music)
(Charlotte gasping)
(gentle music)
(pills clattering)
(birds chirping)
(door clicking) (gentle music continues)
(birds chirping)
(paper fluttering)
(bright music)
(keys clacking) (suspenseful music)
(people chatting)
I can't believe we're finally in the sea.
- Ain't it thrilling.
- (Chuckling) yeah.
(items clattering)
It reeks something
fish. (Eileen laughing)
At least we won't be starving
when the weather turns foul.
There's daily toil and
wedges plenty for us all,
be it rain or snow.
(sighing) Look how sturdy it be.
Don't want mucking stick overs for us.
It's straight to the
mills if we're to pay rent.
Nettie, you're old enough now, ain't ya?
No. I won't have it. Besides,
I need her minding Jack.
For all our wages,
from wherever they arrive.
What are we saving for, pa?
Well, once I make rank of foreman,
and this jar is brimming.
We live in the top floor like royalty.
We may even rent your ma a proper shop.
(chuckling) Wouldn't that be the dream?
'Til I dillied and dallied
and dallied and dillied
And lost me way and nowhere to roam
(Lowell laughing)
Oh, it'd be a grand day.
Very grand indeed. (Ominous music)
(window thudding)
(Lowell gasping)
Who is that? (Window thudding)
(suspenseful music)
[Lowell] I didn't pay no
knocker up to rouse us.
Be gone! Off!
- Up and up.
- Rise and shine.
- Time to rise.
- Come on, open up.
Rise and shine. (Gentle music)
(window thudding)
(gentle music)
Oh, it's our first customer.
Look smart.
Okay. That is there.
Welcome. (Footsteps thudding)
I usually go to Agnes Smith,
but she's gone blind as a bat.
Can't thread a needle,
nor stitch a straight line.
Oh, poor soul looks 900.
But penny's a penny wasted
if expectations disappoint.
- Yes, Mom.
- Let's see if you
can hem this better.
But the penny will have
to wait until I see results.
Yes, ma'am. (Birds crowing)
Ooh. What a pretty lass. (Chuckling)
Cheeks as rosy as me husband's.
God rest his soul.
Oh, but his were pink from the drink.
He felt mighty big when he were foreman,
but alas an accident took his leg
and then he took took whiskey
and then the devil came a knocking.
Oh, sorry to hear that.
[Mrs. Andrews] Oh, is he feeling poorly?
Oh, he's just tired from
a long journey, ma'am.
Well, given the odds,
one mustn't let the hour grow too fond, eh?
The penny includes a cleaning, I presume.
Well,
of, of course.
(Mrs. Andrews chuckling)
Very well. I return in morning.
Th-thank you, ma'am.
Why didn't you charge
her for the cleaning?
It's word of mouth that'll
bring customers about.
And she's got a mouth
on her, that one. (Chuckling)
(people chatting)
Shh, your sister's sleeping.
Why are your eyes red?
Don't fuss. It's just
a bit of cotton dust.
He'll get used to it.
Go wash your eyes.
(sighing) Oh, they don't let us sit,
save for 15 minutes we get for lunch.
(Lowell sighing)
(footsteps thudding)
They made me a scavenger.
I crawls like this under the spinning mule.
Picking scraps before it'll crush me.
Sounds mighty dangerous.
It is. Three boys less
than 10 already lost fingers.
At least one a piece.
Another lost his head, they say.
You can still see the stain where
Shh! Shh!
Don't worry, ma. I'm quick as air.
(gentle music)
(Eileen scrubbing)
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding)
[Lowell] We're not paying, you hear?
When's he ever gonna quit?
(Lowell huffing)
Did you notice he
only knocked four times?
Last night he done
five. (Suspenseful music)
(baby crying)
I'll let me outgrow his fondness at once.
So there.
Hm, well, your lines are straight,
but stitching's wider than I fancy
and prone to snap.
Where's your wee lass?
She's fetching water at the pump.
Hm, (gasping) he, he has a fever.
A fever? No, it's not but a slight chill.
(panting) Are you blind?
No. P-please, ma'am,
that'll be a penny for me work.
(suspenseful music)
(bell chiming)
(Eileen gasping)
(sombre music)
'Twas the knocker.
Four knocks he gave this
morning and now we're four.
Devil's come a knocking.
He has nothing to do with our son.
(sombre music continues)
(broom rustling)
Nettie, stop that nonsense.
But I can be a scavenger like Simon.
And have leeches pull
the swelling from your eyes?
Or have your fingers chopped off?
Or risk being smashed to bits by a machine?
Go back to sweeping now.
(broom rustling)
Nettie?
I'll need a trusty hand
when I open me shop.
(broom rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(window knocking)
(Lowell groaning)
Those three knocks he gave.
What are you on about?
The knocker first gave five knocks.
And the day Jack died, he done four.
Now he's done three.
He's gone for another of us.
(scoffing) Don't be daft.
Don't be in to the mill.
At, at the very least, l-leave Simon be.
We signed a contract woman.
Besides, I'm there to keep
an eye on the lad, huh?
Maybe it's a sign we ought to return.
At the country side? (Chuckling)
Don't you remember how
we went hungry last winter?
Only froze when our
roof gave way. (Chuckling)
(Lowell grunting)
(broom rustling) (suspenseful music)
(broom rustling)
(horn blaring)
[Man] There was an accident at the mill.
[Woman] I heard it is a fire.
[Man] No, there was a
boy caught in the machine.
- A boy?
- Simon.
(suspenseful music continues)
Nettie? Nettie?
Nettie? (Horse neighing)
Nettie? Nettie!
[Woman] Could tell
her mom was acting funny
and asked her way to
the mill, find her path.
But she died there on the
street where I could sees her.
[Man] I couldn't halt in time, I swear.
[Woman] Why didn't you stop?
Was no one watching her?
Oh the shame. (Sombre music)
He'll come for us all.
(footsteps thudding)
I have another job for ya.
And come to think, I never
paid ya for the last one.
It's for my granddaughter's communion.
Hm, pretty ain't it?
Well, needs to be lowered by two inches.
Oh. Now the grey was
remarkable, ain't it? (Chuckling)
Where's your wee angel?
They'd be about same size.
(sombre music)
Oh. Oh dear. Was it the fever then?
Oh, no. No. (Eileen crying)
Oh, did it take them both?
(huffing) What a monstrous
thief in the night it'd be.
(Eileen crying)
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding) (Eileen exclaiming)
(crying) Did you hear? Oh no, no.
Did you hear? (Indistinct)
It must stop. Just stop him.
No, Simon, stay!
(suspenseful music continues)
Just stay. Let your father go.
Let your father go.
Nettie stayed behind with
you and look what happened.
(hand slapping)
(Eileen crying) (sombre music)
[Simon] He'll take me next, won't he?
(suspenseful music)
(dogs barking)
(footsteps thudding)
(sombre music)
What's wrong, Simon? Where's, where's pa?
(footsteps thudding)
(sombre music continues)
He saved his son, he did.
The boy was caught under the machine.
Lowell pulled him out just in time.
But not to save himself.
Does anyone know who done this?
It was a spinning mule, ma'am,
like it's done to many a good fella.
I'm sorry. Truly I am.
(sombre music continues)
He was a fine worker.
[Eileen] We must go back.
W-we don't belong here.
(items clattering)
Pa needs a proper burial.
We can't just leave him!
It's not safe, don't you see?
We're all that's left and he'll come again.
(suspenseful music)
(window thudding) (Eileen exclaiming)
Leave us be! Just leave us be!
(crying) What do you want?
(suspenseful music)
(items clattering)
Fine, I'll take me turn then.
- Just spare my son.
- No!
Go back! No! (Dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(gasping) Simon, no!
(Eileen exclaiming)
(sombre music)
(crying) Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, I'm sorry.
(suspenseful music)
Let's go back then.
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
[Lowell] Your ma put
up a right good fight.
But now she's at rest. (Baby crying)
[Simon] Will we still go to that big city
like we planned, Pa?
[Lowell] Aye, lad. We'll
carry out our grand city dreams.
Just as your ma wished.
Oh, it'll be a sight to behold.
One day, I'll rise to the rank of foreman.
And we'll dwell in a proper house.
Good food, fine clothes.
Just you wait and see.
(shutter thudding) (gentle music)
(birds chirping)