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-I can't move from my neck down.
-It's going to be okay.

I... Hey.

- I can't move my body. I can't--
- Yes, you can.

-I can't move from my neck down.
-That's just--

-I'm paralyzed.
-No, you're not. I promise you're not.

Look at me.
You're not even looking at me.

Hello.

I'm looking right at you,

and I'm telling you there is
nothing at all wrong with you.

See?

Ow!

If you were paralyzed,
there's no way you could feel that.

Wh-- What is that?

It feels like ice in my veins.

It tastes like metal.

Just some antibiotics.

How did I...

I was on an island.

How did I get here?

Wait.

Wait.

What did you just give me?

How do you feel now?

A little better, I hope.

All your vitals say
that you're doing well.

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Conrad.

I'm watching over you while you're here.

Where is "here"?

I'm sure you have lots of things
you wanna know about.

-Yeah.
-Questions...

How did I get off the island?

Someone will be speaking
with you about that very shortly,

I promise.

Now, uh, someone else told me
that you were screaming

about being paralyzed
or something like that.

Yes.

I can't move,

from the neck down.
I can't even move my fingers.

What the hell did you just do?
How did you do that?

Sorry. The nurse should've
explained it to you.

Um, it's a force field of sorts,

which sounds very sci-fi,

but it's really just, uh, magnetics.

That's all.

A magnetic force field
to keep you in place.

It's for your own safety, really.

-And, uh...
-And what?

Also required, uh...

for anyone in the prison population.

No, wait, wait, I'm so-- The prison?

People, uh, will see you very soon.

Wait!

No, please, don't leave!

Hold on! Please!

Hey! Let me out of here! Open the door!

Come on, I just want to talk to you!

Hello?

- Come with us, please.
- Where are we going?

Get up.

-Jesus. It was only a question.
-Nice and slow.

Relax. I was just standing up.

Hard to believe somebody
like you could cause so much damn trouble.

I'm small, but I'm mighty.

That's good.

"Small but mighty." You come up with that?

My mother did.

Actually, I...

I think... she did.

That just popped into my head.

I don't know if it was my mother

or another woman who told me that
when I was a kid.

Hmm.

Well, I like it. It suits you.

Small but mighty.

'Course, I think all that
military training you got

probably has something
to do with it, too, I figure.

Anyhoo.

How you feeling?

Doctors all seem to think
you're doing okay.

What they're saying.

But I wanted to see you
and ask you for myself

'cause this has never happened before,

in all our testing.

Somebody like you, waking up like this.

'Course, the whole damn thing's
brand-new, anyways.

So, how are you?

-Doing just fine, sir.
-Oh, please don't do that.

Don't call me "sir."

Warden is fine, or Warden Wells.

Doing fine, Warden.

I mean, other than the fact

that I have no idea
what the fuck's going on here,

guess you could say I'm doing just dandy.

Terse but honest, huh?

Is that it? I like that.

I like that a lot.

You want a drink?

I need one.

Oh, but you're probably not supposed
to have any, are you?

So I'll just drink alone.

Not a problem at all.

Yessiree Bob.

That's a great fuckin' sound,
you know that?

On the rocks?

I love that.

So, young lady,

you might wanna turn your chair around
so we can talk proper.

Can you do that for me?

Great.

That's perfect.

You're concerned.

Got some questions.

Makes total sense.

So, go ahead, ask me anything.

I'm not kidding. This is the time.

All right.

Why am I here?

I mean, like, why am I in prison?

What have I supposedly done?

That's the big one for you?
"Why am I here?"

I mean, we could probably spend
a whole day on that one.

But that's for other people to tell you,
learned people,

who you'll be spending quality time
with tomorrow.

But right now, between you and me,

aren't you really more interested
in that island?

Hmm?

What all that shit was about?

Those first few minutes
there on the beach...

must've been a real mindfuck.

-Yeah, pretty much.
-Well, good.

It was supposed to be.

Disorienting, off-putting.

It was designed to be that way.

What is that supposed to mean?

You don't get it, do you?
Even now.

-No, I guess not. I don't--
-You weren't...

really there.

It was a simulation.

One of those virtual deals

that a bunch of geeks came up with
on their fucking iPads.

Wait, what?

All that weird shit,

the "find your way back" sign,

the bunch of crap buried in the sand,

did that seem normal to you?

Hmm?

No.

No, I guess not, now that I think of it.

You were there

on that island, but in your mind.

You and nine other people,
all prisoners here at this facility,

all given a chance to go to that island

to see how they would fare
if they had a second chance, so to speak.

A do-over.

I know, it's-- it sounds fucking crazy,

-but it's the absolute--
-No.

No, it's not possible.

I assure you, it is.

No, I'm not crazy.
I know I was on an island.

It was real. I was there.

Anyhoo, I get it.

I understand.

This is probably a fucking shit show
in your head right now.

I mean, how could it not be?

Sounds like the goddamn Twilight Zone
or something,

no doubt, but it's the truth.

The absolute, complete, goddamn truth,

and I will swear that on a stack of Bibles
for you.

-It just-- It felt so real.
-I'm not saying it didn't happen,

that you couldn't feel pain,
or people can't die, because they can.

But it was still all in your head, okay?

Do you comprende?

I hope you mean that.

'Cause once we're all through here,

and that means physically,
psychologically, all that shit,

they're hoping to send you back inside.

So get ready.

Time for bed.

- I hope that's not for me.
- It is, doctor's orders.

For what?

Please don't raise your voice with me.

-I'm not raising my voice.
-You're becoming agitated.

-I'm just asking you a question.
-It's a sleeping aid, that's all.

I don't want it.

-Guards.
-You don't need to call them, I'm--

-Put your hands down.
-My hands are down. I'm just--

-They're not. You're becoming aggressive.
-I'm not becoming aggressive.

-Guards, please.
-Don't!

Please, stop.

Stay the fuck back!

-Help me, please!
-Shut up!

- Help me!
- Don't move!

-Back away!
-Help me!

Shut up! Back off!

-Let the nurse go!
-Back off!

-Let the nurse go!
-Back off!

Hold your fire! Stop!

She's here!

We are in full facility lockdown.

I repeat, full facility lockdown.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

-Not so tough now, are you?
-Get me down!

Get me down from here!

Wait! Wait!

Where you going? Come back!

You guys can't do this!

The fuck is this place?!

All clear!

Meeting's downstairs.

Sure you don't wanna take the shortcut?

Please be seated.

I'm Dr. Stevenson.

I'm one of the original neural architects
of this simulation,

-which simply means that--
-When you say "simulation"--

I mean, something that is simulated.

A-- A synthetic experience.

-Okay.
-She means

that you are both inside of it
and outside of it at the same time.

Both yin and yang.

Jesus Christ.

I thought I did a shitty job
explaining things.

- -Warden, please.

This is our time now.

Go on.

You were under sedation.

More than that, really.

A medical coma,

to be completely honest and transparent.

Your body, your physical self,
was outside of the game,

- but your mind--
- It's not a game.

Sorry. I didn't mean to say that.

Please refrain from referring to it
as a game, if you would.

Don't lecture me, Professor.

Okay, I get what you mean.

Good. That's very good.

I mean, it just...
It felt so real.

It just seemed so completely...

I can't wrap my head around the idea
that it might not be.

I'm a sociologist. Dr. Dafoe.

You might not remember,
but that's not important.

What is important is this.

How did you feel you did out there?

I'm not sure I understand your question.

Poorly, in general?

I'm alive.

That's good, right?

I mean, I had no idea what I was doing.

Wait, is there supposed to be, like,
some-- some finish line, or...

Are we supposed to be looking
for something,

or just...

trying to survive
until someone comes and gets us?

It's just-- It was never clear.

Exactly. I always felt the same way.

-How's that valid, Doctor?
-It's valid insomuch

as she's the first participant
we've spoken to, and she agrees with me.

Therefore, I think it's completely valid.

Please, continue.

I don't get it.

We-- Why is it
that we can't remember anything?

And how do you do good or bad
in-- in a thing you don't understand?

That's the big question here,

for all of us.

Nature versus nurture.

Can we change a person's circumstances,
and by doing so, change a person?

In hopes of that...

your memories have been erased, for now,

giving you all a chance to begin again.

She has had violent verbal
or physical encounters

with at least half of her cohorts
thus far.

Is that a win as far as we're concerned?
Is it?

I hope not.

Well, I think she's done remarkably well.

- I disagree.
- Then we disagree.

Yes, we do, avidly.

Anyone else?

I have to say that I-- I lean

towards not allowing her back
into the process as well.

-And why is that?
-Because...

none of her pre-simulation criteria
have been matched yet.

She has proven to be reckless,
self-serving,

and-- and rather bloodthirsty.

Hoarding weapons
and information for herself.

So that is what I am basing it on,
my assessment of available data.

Okay. Who woke me up?

Why is this happening to me?

That is something
I'm afraid we don't have an answer to.

You...

may have very well done it
to yourself, it seems.

But that's very strange.

I think it's lunchtime, folks.

So put your pissy little platitudes back
in your petty little pockets for a minute,

and head on off toward the executive cafe.

I'll join you there in a little bit.

But first, let's you and me have
a little talk. How's that sound?

Sit out in the sun,

have a little chat. Sound good?

Do I have a choice?

Sorry about that.
I could tell where they were headed.

Those idiots love to talk and talk
and hear themselves speak.

They'll fight over the color
of a fucking toothbrush, if you let 'em.

But yep,

you got a few more sessions
of that to deal with,

if they don't come to a consensus
when they vote later,

about if you're still
rehabilitation material or not.

-That is real lemonade, by the way.
-Oh, so it's not just in my mind?

You're a funny little fucker.

Anyhoo, listen.

Between you and me,

really, 'cause I don't give a shit

what those dipshits
inside the star chamber got to say,

I really don't.

They're here so we can keep getting
government funding on this shit.

That's the way it goes.

I gotta sit there and listen to 'em,
that might be true,

but I don't gotta do everything they say.

They make... recommendations to me,

and then I... go out and find ways
to make things happen.

You understand?

I get shit done.

And that...

is why I'm still here and in charge,
for no other reason.

I'm not following you.

Look, I don't believe in this shit.

I didn't design it.
I didn't come up with it.

And I think it's a big waste of time

and money on people who, frankly,
don't deserve it.

All this fuss and mess.

Not when you got cops out there
runnin' around getting shot and killed

because they don't have the proper gear
to fight crime with in the first place.

But... I'm the man they put in charge,

and I'm the guy who's expected to try
and implement this pilot program

on a state level.

So...

...I got everybody watching over me
like a bunch of fucking hawks.

All the way up to the president
of the United States herself.

Even she's watching over this.

But we got a few tricks up our sleeves,

the governor and me,
you just trust me on that.

And as for you,

you're gonna go back in there,
if they allow you to,

onto that island,

you're gonna just keep doing
what you've been doing,

dealing with whatever those little weasels
in the control room throw at you.

And trust me, missy,

they got a whole bunch
of freaky shit coming up.

Surprising stuff.

All kinds of crap that can kill you.

And guess what?

If you die in there,

you're dead out here, too.

So, is that what happened to Brody?

Brody.

That guy was a piece of shit rapist
and murderer,

and he got right back to it
the second he had the chance.

He's gone.

Out. Dead.

See, if you do something wrong,
the island, it pays you back.

If you kill somebody, it kills you.
Cause and effect. It was built to do that.

But, guess what?

It wasn't the game that got to him first.

It was one of you.

Bet you didn't know that.

No.

No, I didn't.

-But it figures, now that I know--
-Yeah, well, he died.

Medical team says it's the shock of it,
seeing yourself die that does it,

but whatever it is, he's gone.

Anyhoo...

You've been an odd duck in there,

with your nightmares and whatnot.

Figuring a lot of shit out.

Most of your type, by which I mean
criminal pieces of shit like yourself,

just don't react like you do
to this thing.

So, listen to me and know this.

I'm gonna be keeping my eye on you
from now on.

And I will be watching
every fucking thing that you do

if you go back inside,
you got that, sweetie?

Yes, sir.

Sorry. Warden.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Consider that one a freebie.

We'll talk again before you go, I'm sure.

Miss?

Can-- Can you hear me?

Did you understand what I said?

Miss?

Can you hear me?

Miss?

Did you understand what I said?

No, sorry.
I think I zoned out there for a second.

I said that we have met privately

and conferred,
and it would be our preference

to have you reenter the program
at this time.

What? No.

No, no, no. I'm sorry, but, no, thank you.
I am not going back there.

I'm sorry. That's not up to you.
A decision has been reached.

-No!
-And we're very confident that you can--

No, I'm not going back there!
Do you not understand that?

You wanna know what I think
about your fucking decision?

Fuck your decision, okay?
Fuck you and fuck this shit!

Let go!

Fuck going back!

Stop!

I'm not going back!

Act like a dog, end up on a leash,
you understand?

Truth be told, I was hoping
you'd get tossed out of the program.

I don't like having a wild card like you
in there.

What is that place,

in my dreams?

That room. What have I done?

Hmm?

That place, I've seen it before...

The blood.

What does that all mean?

You can't just keep fucking
with my mind like that.

And that woman, who is she?

Sorry, little lady.

That's for me to know and you to find out.

Well, well, well!

You got a pretty good little right hook
on you there!

-I'm sorry.
-Don't worry about it.

Plenty of convicts wanted to take a poke
at me over the years,

boys way bigger than you.

Not too many of them did, though.

So that puts you in a, shall we say,
select group.

Yeah, I thought I'd meet you out here
in the sun,

help get you back in the mood for...

-For what?
-You know what.

Please, I just don't wanna go back in.
Do not put me back in there, please.

We're done talking.
I want you to just take a little time

and get yourself back in it,

'cause it's all about to get
a lot more intense now, thanks to you.

And just so we're sure
we truly understand each other,

these folks are gonna help remind you
who's the boss here.

She's all yours.

Please leave us.

Now!

I'm Doctor Wyss.

I'm the psychiatrist.

I heard there was an... accident,

-and I wanted to see how you were doing.
-Yeah, an accident.

I just accidentally got
in the way of a lot of fists.

I don't have much time.

This is against protocol,
and I shouldn't be here.

But the warden can be
such a... fool sometimes.

Before we began this,

during the testing,
do you remember anything

before you woke up on the island?

Anything at all?

Not really, no.

Well, they told us
you wouldn't remember anything,

but we never know for sure.

Nothing that's happening here is for sure.

Well, I'll tell you what's
for sure, I don't wanna go back.

I understand,
but we desperately need you in there.

Just know this.

Sometimes the journey
isn't just physical, yes?

You gotta stay alive.

Being strong is vitally important
but is not the only thing.

-What does that even--
-That's all I can say for now.

God knows if you'll recall any of this
once you're back, but if you do,

stay on your path and find your way back.

Don't let the warden use you
for his purpose.

I shouldn't be saying this
without any proof,

but I believe he's been tampering
with the results of the tests somehow.

That's why, when...

you woke up on your own...

- ...I wanted to ask you to be my eyes--
- Can I help you?

No, thank you. I was just leaving.

You're not supposed to be in here
alone with her.

I have every right to check up
on one of my patients,

especially one who woke up
in the middle of a trial.

- Take these.
- No. No more medicine.

You need it for the next stage
of the process.

I said no.

It's either pills or...

Fine, pills it is.

Open! Kill the shield!

Shield open.

Oh, no. No.

Cooper.

Taylor?

Oh, my God.

No. No.

So, how do you like it?

- What is this place?
- You know what it is.

No, I don't.

Sure, you do. Think back.

Seriously, where am I?

It's home.

No.

No, I've never been here before.

Okay. Whatever you say, Chase.

Just hold onto her, boys. Help's comin'.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Filthy habit.

You think they've got a chance in there?

Not if I got anything to say about it.

Go ahead! Light her up!