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Previously on Medium:

Allison Dubois?
I'm Caitlyn Lynch.

I'm with the Lydecker
Corporation.

You're offering me a job?

What exactly does it mean when
they say "high six figures"?

It means you need
to call her tomorrow.

You need to find out
what this is all about.

Do you remember
Stacey Anne Burrows?

She died yesterday.
ARIEL:
What?

Her car filled up
with water and she drowned.

Stacey Anne?
Is that you?

I tried studying last
night... and I couldn't.

No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't get focused.

I used to have problems
concentrating.

My doctor
gave me these.

Maybe just one.

Scanlon just called.

They found the remains
of Autumn Colville.

Looks like we got ourselves
a serial killer.

Allison Dubois,
Detective Brad Auerbach.

ALLISON:
That's the same man--

the one that I saw in my dream;
the one that I saw

in Autumn Colville's
apartment.

I'm not gonna interrogate

the senior detective
on the case!

Lee, it's me.

I just had another dream.

I think it happened again--
another murder.

I'm standing in her house
right now.

You need to find
Detective Auerbach.

You need to bring him in
right away.

I been with him
all night.

Brad Auerbach
didn't do this.

He didn't do
any of it.

He couldn't have.

(sighs)

* *

Good morning.
May I help you?

Yes.
My name is Allison Dubois.

I'm a new employee.

I was hoping
that you'd have directions

and a pass here for me.

Allison?

I had a feeling you'd be
getting here about this time.

I thought I'd welcome you
in person.

Are you excited
about your first day?

I'm excited.

I'm nervous.

I'm terrified.

I can completely relate.

I was all of the above.

Come on.

Let's get started.

Guess who works here.

Someone else
who has the same name as me?

(laughing)

Go on in.

(gasping)

Yeah. Takes your breath away,
doesn't it?

(gasping)

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I just don't want
to look out of place.

Well, I've never been
to the place,

so I can't be of any help
in that regard.

But I like... that one.

No, no, no. I have a bad
feeling about that one.

About a suit?

I just... I want to make
a good first impression.

Well, these people
came after you.

You have met the burden
of a first impression

and conquered it.

Mom, there's a big black car
in our driveway.

The limo's already here,
and I'm not even dressed.

Is that a limo?

What's going on?

Did Mommy get famous

and someone forget
to tell us?

No, no, no, honey.
Nobody got famous.

Mommy just got a new car
with her new job.

They're picking me up
this morning,

so I'm able to drive
the new car home this evening.

Cool.

Wait, can we take
the limo to school

and make all the
other kids jealous?

Bridgette.

Well, can I at least go outside
and take pictures of it?

You know what? You're going
to have to handle this.

I don't have time.

(phone ringing)

Yep?

Allison?

I just needed to be reassured
that God doesn't smite people

who ride to work
in big black limousines

with handsome drivers
who offer you hot coffee

and your choice of newspapers.

I can't. God does.

But I hear they're all smiling
when the end does come.

So, uh,
they're treating you well, huh?

Well,
I really haven't started yet,

but "well" doesn't even begin
to describe it.

Do you want to hear
the nutty part?

I miss City Hall.

Allison, it's early
Monday morning.

No one's even here yet.

There's nothing to have missed.

You know,
just before the weekend,

I had kind of a crazy hunch.

Detective Scanlon didn't happen
to mention it to you, did he?

It involved Detective Auerbach.
(knocking)

No.

But I've got Lee standing
in my doorway right now.

Is there something
you want me to ask him?

It's Allison Dubois calling
from her chauffeured limousine

to say hi to the little people.

Oh, yeah. Dubois.
Which one was she?

Ha, ha, ha.

All right. Never mind.

DEVALOS:
Allison.

Forget about this case.
Start your new job.

Make a lot of money.
I may need to borrow some.

Yeah, me, too. You were always
my favorite, Allison.

Oh...
(blows raspberry)

* *

Good morning.
May I help you?

Allison!

I had a feeling you'd be
getting here about this time.

I thought I'd welcome you
in person.

Excited about
your first day?

Guess who works here.

Someone else
with the same name as me?

(chuckling)

Go on in.

Please. You do the honors.

Yeah. Takes your breath
away, doesn't it?

I can't believe it.
It's amazing.

I'm glad you like it.

You're going to be spending
a lot of time in here.

I'm going to be forwarding you
a lot of material,

and I want your impression
on all of it.

As far as how you get
those impressions, well,

if you need
to kick off your shoes,

stretch out on your chair,

let your mind wander...

It's all part of the job.

What, napping's part
of my job description?

I call it "contemplation time."

It keeps the other people around
here from getting jealous.

But, to answer your question,
yes.

Naps are cool.

As long as you keep
an accurate log

of everything you see
and pass it on to me.

Oh.

There is one other thing

that I think we should
take care of today

after our meeting
with Mr. Lydecker.

How about you and I go on
a little shopping trip?

(chuckles)

Shopping?

I don't pretend to understand

exactly what it is
that Caitlyn does,

but I am pragmatic enough
to see that it works.

And now I found you, Allison.

Caitlyn tells me
you have quite a gift.

Yes. That's what she
keeps telling me, too.

I'll try not
to let you down.

Oh, you won't.

Because I have
enormous confidence in you.

This corporation thrives
because we excel at two things:

innovation and secrecy.

We breed the next
generation of ideas.

And then we manage
and we cultivate those ideas,

confident that our competitors
have no clue what we're up to.

So, naturally,

that creates a lot of temptation
for our employees.

It would be very easy
for someone

to supplement their income
by leaking company secrets

to the press
or to one of our competitors.

These are employee dossiers.

I'd like you
to spend some time with them.

See if there's

anyone among this group
that gives you pause.

(man sobbing)

(sobbing)

I'd be very anxious to hear
what you have to say.

Ariel, I don't believe it.
You got a perfect score.

In math. I didn't even think
that was possible.

It was just a practice test.

Still, I hate you.

(both giggle)

It's your fault, you know.
It's those pills.

I don't know. I look the pills,
too, and I only got a 488.

No, I mean,
without those pills,

there's no way
I'd be able to do this.

There's no way I'd be able
to focus or concentrate.

That reminds me...

I'm going to need some more.

Look, I don't think I can.

I just gave you a bunch.

I don't refill my prescription
till next week.

How about just one?

I don't have one.

You know my father counts these.

I don't get it.

I thought this was about you
being upset over Stacey Anne.

You're not still upset
about her, are you?

(sniffling)

Look, all right, but I can
only give you two more.

This is the last time,
seriously.

* *

(chuckling)

Thank you.

Okay, I give up.

I'm sorry?

Did you say something?

I said, "I give up,"
trying to figure out

what's going on in
that brain of yours.

I can't read
your expression.

Well, my expression,
that's, uh...

Exhaustion.

And amazement.

This has been
an incredible day.

You're happy?

No, I'm miserable.

You're buying me clothes,

buying me a car.

I get to meet Mr. Lydecker...

He's pretty impressive,
isn't he?

He's one of the most
charismatic, uh,

intimidating, fascinating...

Tell me about it.

You know, I saw him cry.

I'm sorry?

Well, we were sitting
in his office and I had a...

I mean, he was just sobbing.

It was as if someone had died.

Have you ever seen
anything like that?

I've worked for the man
for almost a decade,

and no.

You must be very good.

I think that this
is one insight

that you should probably
keep out of your log.

Yes, of course.

See anything?

Nope.

Yep.
(horn honking)

Dad! Ariel!

I think she's coming!

Oh, wow! Can I borrow it?

Hey, ask me how
my first day was.

You're smiling.

I'm sorry.
Did you say something?

I said, "You're smiling."

Oh, I guess I am.

I actually had
a pretty wonderful day.

I can't believe I hesitated
to take this job.

Everyone there
is so nice.

I mean, not that everybody

at the district attorney's
office isn't nice, but...

(sighs):
It's kind of refreshing

not to ponder death
and evil every day.

So what now?

Dreams of new products

and profit and
loss statements?

We can only hope.

We can only hope.

* *

* *

* *

(gasping)

I saw it, Lee.

Someone texted him the address
of Autumn Colville's apartment.

But he didn't kill her.

He just cleaned up
after whoever did.

You sound like
what I'm saying is absurd.
I know.

There's a reason for that.

Allison, why would
Brad Auerbach,

the guy who's heading up
the task force

to catch this butcher, drive out
in the middle of the night

and cut up bodies into easily
disposable pieces for him?

Doesn't make any sense.

I don't know,
maybe he knows the killer

and he's trying
to protect him.

Maybe he's getting paid for it.

What difference
does it make, Lee?

He's doing it.

No. Sorry.

You're talking
about Brad Auerbach.

You're talking
about a fellow detective.

Okay, look, I get it.

You respect the guy.

And-And maybe I'm crazy.

But there has got to be a way
that you can look into this

without setting
off alarms,

without embarrassing
yourself.

If you could just ask him
about the bag.

There, there was this case
that he was using,

this big, rolling black bag.

He put all his tools in it,

everything he needed
to clean up.

It was like
a, a salesman's case.

Or don't.

Say hi to Lynn.

Don't do that.

"A big, black case."

I'll try.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

MAN (on phone):
Joe, hi.

This is Bill Whitaker,
Ashley's dad.

Uh, we met at one of those,
uh, parent-teacher things.

Do you have a minute?

And this is the only employee

that you're worried about?
Well, he's really

the only person
who jumped out at me.

I mean, he's the only person
I had a strong response to.

A strong negative response.

It's... It's hard
to put into words.

So there's nothing specific,

nothing that you can...

put your finger on. Just...?

Just a kind of darkness.

Towards the company.
Towards you.

I'm sorry.
I wish I had more to offer.

I really don't even know
what he does for the company.

Most of the information
in his file

was blacked out with a marker.

That's quite all right.

I'm very familiar
with this particular employee.

I appreciate your input.

I'll handle this
matter personally.

ALLISON:
When Mr. Lydecker

says he's going to handle
something personally,

what does that mean?
What does it mean?

It means that if
he suspects someone
of being disloyal,

that person usually
find themselves

being transferred off
of our key projects.

Basically, they're benched
until their contract runs out.

Usually, they get the message
before then and move on.

So if I share my impressions
about someone,

I could ruin their career?

Are you worried about
that kid you pointed out?

Relax. Nothing's going
to happen to him.

He's kind of a...
special case.

He's Justin Lydecker.

Mr. Lydecker's son.

Oh, my God.

I just accused
the CEO's son of, of...

Being exactly who he is.

Trust me, Allison.

You are not the first
person to point out

that Justin Lydecker
is never going to become

the employee of the month.

He's kind of a running
joke around here,

the poster boy for
"just say yes" to anything.

Drugs, clubbing...

Lots of days Justin doesn't even
bother to show up around here.

I don't know why Mr. Lydecker
even bothers to keep him around.

I know he used to
think that one day

maybe Justin would
take over for him.

Now, I think he prays
that kid lives to see 30.

WOMAN:
Mrs. Dubois?

Your husband called
several times.

He said he needs to speak
with you as soon as possible.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Hey.

Aren't you guys
supposed to be at work?

I got a call
from Ashley's father today.

He's convinced that
his daughter is sharing

her antianxiety medication
with you.

Tell us this isn't true.

Or that there's some aspect
of it that we don't understand.

It's complicated.

I'll bet it is.

It wasn't for fun or anything.

There was nothing fun about it.

It's just...
the PSATs are coming up,

and there's this girl
and she won't leave me alone,

and she won't let me study

or concentrate...
Wait a second.
Hold on. Hold on. What girl?

Stacey Anne Burrows.

Okay, so you took drugs?

That makes no sense.

Not drugs.

It's like you said.
It's Ashley's prescription.

And she takes it
so she can concentrate.

And that's why I took it,
and it worked.

She left me alone.

Stacy Anne just...

Wha... wha-what
am I missing?

Stacey Anne... is she dead?

(sobbing)

Lee?

Geez, buddy.

What the hell are you doing here
at this hour?

It's a good thing I got a change
of underwear inside.

New development in the case.

I was in the area, knew you were
just getting off detail...

Thought I'd take a shot.

At 2:00 in the morning?

You sure you weren't
waiting for me?

It seems like maybe
you were waiting for me.

Yeah, well,
I guess maybe I was.

Maybe I was waiting for you.

All right,
so what's the big break?

Turns out it's a team.

Two guys.

One guy does the deed.

The other, he comes in
after the fact,

gets rid of the body,
cleans up.

Knows what he's doing, too.

Leaves the place
forensically spotless.

Okay.

And where'd you get this?

I mean who are you talking to
that I'm not talking to?

Why? You want a name?

Yeah. I want a name.

I want to talk to the guy,

'cause I got to say,
that doesn't sound right.

I mean, I've heard
of serial killers

working in pairs before.

You know, like, uh,
thrill-killers

taking turns,
but nothing like

what you're describing.

No, it doesn't make sense.

I mean, what's in it
for the guy who cleans?

I don't know.

Money maybe.

Maybe the guy doesn't make
that much.

Maybe the guy's a cop.

(scoffs)

Well, that's nuts.

Yeah, well, the thing is, I need
to look in that case, Brad.

Me? You think it's me?

I think I need to look
in that case.

What are you doing, man?

Have you lost your mind?

It's me. It's Brad.

Well, then the case
doesn't matter.

Fine.

I'm not a good forgetter, Lee.

Just so you know,

when this is over,
I'm not a good forgetter.

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(phone keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

SCANLON:
Yeah?

Lee, it's Allison.
Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

My God, I just had
the most horrible dream.

Detective Auerbach shot you.

Yeah, well, not to worry.

Your dream was wrong.

Detective Auerbach
didn't kill me.

I killed him.

Good news.

Forensics just finished
its preliminary analysis

on the items from that black
case in Auerbach's garage.

For starters, there
was a power saw

with traces of skin, blood,
and bone on the blade.

Obviously, we still need to make
a DNA match with the victims,

but, um, from the sound of it,
I think you're going to be okay.

Maybe even better
than okay.

Everybody's on board:

the mayor, the governor,
the chief of police.

You're a hero, Lee.

The guy drew on me.
I'm no hero.

Sorry it took me so long
to hear you.

It's okay.
I'm just happy you're alive.

We're all just happy
that you're alive.

SCANLON:
Doesn't seem fair.

We can review
Brad's bank statements,

check out his phone logs,

see if we can figure out
who his sick partner is,

but if nothing
shakes loose...

I didn't just kill a bad cop.

I shot the only guy
on the planet

who can definitely tell us
who our killer is.

You scared me.

Sorry.

I was out

most of the night.

Stuff from my old job.

When I finally got back here,
I couldn't get to sleep.

I just kept thinking...

thinking about you.

Hey, I want you
to go to the doctor.

But it has to be somebody who
knows about me-- about how I am.

Hopefully have some kind
of sympathy

for how difficult it can be.

I don't think I get
what you're saying.

I did a little research on that
medicine that you were taking.

It's pretty common.

A lot of people take it.

The Web site says that... the
side effects are very minimal.

And I... I started wondering

what high school
would have been like for me

if I had a drug like that,
people to talk to.

What?

(chuckles)

I'm awake, right?

Hey, I still think what you did
was incredibly reckless.

Hey. Incredibly dangerous.

You can never do that again.

And part of me
cannot even believe

that we're having
this conversation.

But Daddy and I talked.

And... if the doctor
thinks that medication

will improve the quality
of your life...

Mom, can I ask
you something?

If you can't get me
an appointment right away,

can I just use the rest
of Ashley's pills

just to get me through the test?

No. Honey, we promised
we would give those pills

back to Ashley's parents.

And until a doctor tells us

that there's a medicine
that makes sense for you...

But I promise that I will try
to get that appointment

as soon as possible.

And until then, well,
I'm a good listener.

(knocking on door)

LYDECKER:
When did you realize
he was my son?

Caitlyn told me.

Why do you look so frightened?

Do I look frightened?

Yes, you look terrified.

And why are you standing
by the door?

Come into the room.
Have a seat.

I went to see Justin yesterday.

I told him I had some concerns
about his lifestyle.

It's nothing I haven't said
to him before.

Usually he ignores me.

But this time he insisted
that I was wrong.

Says that he's finally ready
to become a grown-up.

Take some responsibility
for his life... his work.

I was wondering if you'd mind

meeting with him.

I'd be very curious
to hear your impressions.

See if you think
that he has actually

turned a corner in his life.

(ballpoint pen clicking)

So, this is exciting.

I'm one of the first people
in the company

to get a look
at my dad's new toy.

(chuckles)

I don't think your father
thinks of me as a toy.

No, I know.

But you should realize
that you are now officially

topic #1 around the water cooler
here at Lydecker.

Everybody knows you do the same
thing that Caitlyn does,

and honestly, I think
they're a little surprised

that my dad would bring in
another six-figure napper.

There's far more to my job
than taking naps.

Your father is interested in my
impressions of things... people,

which is why I think he wanted
me to sit down with you.

Yeah. That's what I figured.

He wants you to tell him

if his only son
is permanently screwed up

or if I can be... salvaged.

That's not exactly
the way he put it.

No, but that is what
he wants to know.

And honestly, I can't
really blame him.

I've spent most of the last
decade disappointing the man.

DUIs, assault charges,

all those stints in rehab.

I mean, it's... (chuckles)

it's hardly a secret
that I've been a total disaster

for a long time.

(clicking pen)

Look, I know
that my dad doesn't trust me.

I can't blame him.

But I'm 26 years old,

and my greatest accomplishment
in life

is-is sleeping with a girl

who came in second place
on a reality show.

I guess I'm just tired
of being a joke.

And all that dark stuff
is in the past.

(sighs):
And I want to change.

I have changed.

(clicking pen)

(clicking echoing)

(sobbing)

Look, I have
to be honest with you.

I don't really believe
in what you do.

But I know that my dad does.

So please,

I'd really appreciate it
if you'd tell him

that his prodigal son
is doing just fine.

Suicide?

I kept leaving messages
for Mr. Lydecker,

explaining that
it was urgent.

He never called back.
Then I tried to tell Caitlyn,

but she was with him
behind closed doors.

I just feel like crying.

I mean, that boy...

That boy must have had every
possible advantage in life.

And even with that,
he's so unhappy.

He's ready to stick a gun in
his mouth and pull the trigger.

Wow.

How does that happen?

I don't know. I've been
asking myself that for hours.

What didn't he get?

What didn't
his father give him?

Time, maybe?

Was he too busy building
an empire to be a good father?

And the punch line is...

I come home from work
and I miss dinner again

and my girls
are already asleep.

Oh, come on. I don't think
it's the same thing.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

I hope you're right.

WOMAN:
Take one test booklet
and pass the others back.

You will have 25 minutes
for part one of the exam.

Before you begin,

be sure to complete the personal
information in section A.

Please be sure that you fill in
all of the ovals completely.

You should be using a #2 pencil.

If your pencil breaks,
I have extras here at my desk.

Please raise your hand
and you may come up to get one.

Eyes on your own paper, please.

Abraham Lincoln was
America's greatest president.

Check your spelling
on "president."

I think you've got
a couple of extra Es

kicking around in there.

Okay, Daddy.

Lincoln's mother
died in infancy.

And he was born in a log cabin,
which he built.

You might want
to check your facts on that.

If Lincoln's mom died
when she was an infant,

there would be no Lincoln.

Nope. I think
you're wrong about that.

That's what our teacher told us.

Yeah, I heard that, too.

ARIEL:
Uh, Dad?

Hmm?
Where's Mom?

Uh, I don't know, sweetie.

She had to go in
extra early today.

Is something wrong?

Do you think there's any way

that you could get me in
to see the doctor today?

Today?

Uh, I don't think so, honey.

Um, the doctor that Mom has
in mind is out of town

till the end of the week.
Why? What's going on?

Just... I had this dream,
this crazy dream.

Okay. Well, you know,

bad dreams are really your
mom's area of expertise.

But, uh...
It's okay.
It's probably nothing.

It's not like it even made
a lot of sense.

I just...
I was taking the PSATs,

and I was in a classroom
that I'd never been in before,

and the teacher
was giving the exam.

I'd never seen her,
either, and...

It's, uh, it's probably nothing.

Are you sure? Because maybe
I could reach Mom on the phone.

We could figure something out.

No, it's okay.

Thanks.

(bell ringing)

Did you hear?
What?

Okay, apparently, Mr. Rutherford
has some radical stomach virus.

There's a note on the door
that we have to go to some room

in the auxiliary building
for second period.

Oh, my God.

What?

There's something familiar
about this room.

WOMAN:
Okay. Everyone,
let's settle down.

Please.
Take a seat.

As most of you
probably already know,

Mr. Rutherford went home sick.

My name is Ms. Snowden.

I'll be your teacher until
he gets back on his feet.

REPORTER (on TV):
Authorities continue
to investigate

a possible connection

between slain police detective
Brad Auerbach

and the recent string of serial
killings in the Phoenix area.

So far, they're refusing
to confirm whether they consider

Auerbach a suspect
or just person of interest

in this case...
(TV shuts off)

Mr. Lydecker?

I'm sorry. Your assistant
told me to come right in.

Thank you.

You left me a number
of urgent messages.

Sir, I'm concerned
about your son.

I sense that he's in
a real moment of crisis.

He's consumed by
a profound sense of despair.

And I'm fairly certain

he's going to attempt
to hurt himself.

I appreciate your concern.

And I've sensed
the same thing myself.

Now, rest assured,
he's being watched.

I've reached out to a number
of mental health professionals.

Truth be told, at this moment,
I am less concerned

about Justin's well-being
than I am with yours.

Caitlyn and I have been
reviewing your log,

your dreams,

your impressions.

I fear we may have
a problem, Allison.

Really? I'm sorry. I...

The dreams you've
been having

about this, uh,
this police detective...

the one who just died,
the one that you believe

is connected
to this recent spate of murders?

Can I ask you about those?

Please.

The fact that he was slain
by a former colleague of yours

the night after

you dreamed that
he was connected

to this horrible string
of murders...

I suspect that
that's not a coincidence.

I'm not following
where you're going...

Did you mention your dreams
to your colleague?

Yes, I did.

All right, well, I understand
that you're new here.

I understand that you're...

you are still finding
your footing.

But I need to be completely
clear about one thing.

We are paying you
an extremely large sum of money.

Your thoughts, your dreams,
your impressions...

they belong to Lydecker now.

They are actually

the intellectual property
of this company,

so any attempt

on your part to share
those thoughts, those dreams,

those impressions, with anyone
outside of this company

would actually constitute
an act of theft.

And I would hate to have
to prosecute you.

Sir, I take your point, but the
dreams that we're talking about

have nothing to do
with Lydecker,

and everything to do with
an open police investigation

in which lives clearly
hang in the balance.

Certainly, you can appreciate
that distinction.

Yeah, of course I do.

And I do appreciate your sense
of civic responsibility.

However...

if you ever breach
your contract again,

if you ever breach
my confidence again,

I will litigate you with a vigor

unlike anything you have ever
experienced in your life.

I will see to it

that between the cost
of defending yourself

and the time it takes
to mount that defense,

both you and your husband
will be absolutely penniless.

Your house will be gone.

Your children
will have no futures.

Don't misunderstand,
Allison.

It's my expectation
that you will work here

for a very long time.

Maybe the rest of your life.

I want you to be happy.

I want us both to be happy.

REPORTER (on TV):
Clear skies tonight
with a low near 70.

Increasing cloudiness tomorrow.

Sticky and humid
with a high of 96.

How long are you going
to sit out here?

Till I make sense of it.

I'll get you some blankets
and a pillow.

How can you be so sanguine
about this?

Those dreams that I was sharing
with the authorities

had nothing to do with Lydecker.

I know that.

All right. Then you tell me
how the company is affected

if I help the police catch
whoever is killing these women.

I can't.
I don't think it would be.

Exactly.

Mr. Lydecker treated me like
I was some kind of traitor.

Like I was sharing secrets
with his biggest competitor.

I started to think

that he was going to fire me
right then and there.

Well, he could have.

I mean, you did violate
the terms of your contract.

Excuse me
to help stop a murderer.

But that's not his concern.

That's not the business
that he's in.

Look, is this guy going to be
named citizen of the year?

No.

But... hold on a sec.
Don't jump down my throat here.

He does have kind of a point.

Your ideas, your thoughts
are one of the things

that he's paying for.

It was the same thing
when I worked at Aerodytech.

Everything that I thought up
belonged to them.

Now, you want to talk
cosmic right and wrong?

Yeah, you did a good thing
by calling Scanlon.

And that's to your credit.

But let's just say that I...

I dreamed up an idea
where I could solve

all the world's energy problems
while I was at Aerodytech

and I brought it
straight to the UN.

Do you think
that my employers

would have patted
me on the back,

or do you think they would have
sued me for everything I had?

Doesn't make sense.
None of this makes sense.

Yeah, well, welcome
to corporate America.

(gun cocking)

(sobbing)

Oh, God.

Oh, God...

Oh, God.

(phone keypad beeping)

Justin.

Oh, my God, it was Justin.

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