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I can write this.

I've done it before.

I'd sold lots of copies.

And those critics who didn't like it

were obviously just... bitter.

Time to put pen to paper.

So what if the publisher already set the release date?

No pressure. I eat that for breakfast.

That explains the indigestion.

All of it is here.

Right in front of me.

I just need to put it in the right order.

But she has a steep mountain to climb.

So the kids were supposedly...

...almost surgically implanted live...

...when in fact manipulated

into believing false memories...

...but how?

This made it impossible for the subject. What did they use?

...the kids differentiate between reality...

Such was the insidious nature of the brainwashing.

Ah.

Hey, Chris.

Uh, you left your, uh...

Chris, you left your bags out... out... outside there.

Come down here now, will you?

Word to the wise.

Harold ate a, I think it was a bad enchilada

down at, uh, Casa-- Well, you know, it wasn't bad. It wasn't a bad one.

He can't do the spicy.

I'll, um... Okay.

No time to get my panties in a bunch.

I'm gonna write myself out of this impossible corner like a...

Oh, boy, who am I kidding?

I'm caught in a labyrinth of weak metaphors and cheesy tropes.

A victim of Chapter 17.

Okay, out into all the nature and

urban residential/commercially zoned area I can muster...

and absolutely nothing can stop this pen from...

- What the hell?

This is going to drive me crazy.

No more furniture from sidewalks.

This should fix it.

I am so completely blocked.

Oh, no. The publishing house will send Gina to unblock me,

painfully,

like a clogged toilet.

Hmm. Give me the good stuff.

[ON TV] I would never have stepped foot on that nuclear sub

if I had known you were undercover in Guatemala.

[ON TV]You did the right thing.

Your country needed you.

I don't know which ones to press.

- Okay, so... - Well, that's what I was pressing.

Oh, look. It's the same bird as last time.

[ON TV] Next on, a very special episode of The Tears of Victory.

[ON TV]Gotta get out of there! Now!

It's gonna blow!

She lied about the Janus virus.

It ain't what you think it is.

The time is 1:00 p.m. Please flip over.

Forgot I gave you a key.

Found your notes.

Right next to the ice cream bowl.

You're spiraling. This is spiraling.

I can tell.

This is good.

The first book wasn't this hard.

I need pages.

And you're going to get them

- as soon as I... - Chapter 17.

Can't you write something else and then circle back,

like, put a real big pin in it?

It's the key to the whole structure.

Everything leads to Chapter 17

and everything springs forth from Chapter 17.

It's all on the board.

But a month of notes and no pages makes me nervous.

Makes the publishing house nervous.

Gina, I want nothing more than to sit down

and write those pages. Trust me.

Hmm. Maybe you need to break up your cycle.

Create some change, and not just for the writing,

but for you.

You need to move on.

I didn't know you had a pool.

I don't. The next complex over does.

Cheeky monkey.

That qualifies as a change.

Loitering for the purpose of sun damage is a start.

Thank you.

- I may have found some new inspiration. - Ha! Pool boy.

More like, a large man in a full business suit jumps in the pool.

- Is this in the new book? - No, no, no.

Something was thrown in the pool.

A minute later, this guy walks up,

jumps in, gets it, and leaves.

- In a suit? - Yep.

And what'd he get?

It was kind of like a cigar tin.

Nicotine is a bitch.

- How long has it been? - Mmm...

147 days and six hours, but who's counting?

Weird story, but I don't think pool man makes the cut.

Should we help?

You first.

Primitive mating ritual?

To mate with what, exactly?

Good for the glutes.

Nice heels.

I mean, the dress is ridiculous, but nice heels.

She is awfully determined.

What do you think is inside that box?

Usually you take the dead body out of the apartment.

Isn't that Psycho's old place?

- His name is Nathan. - Whatever.

So what if he fell on scissors?

You'd think you'd get over it by now.

I'm glad he's gone.

It looks like you've got strange new neighbors.

It's been two months. It's the first time I've seen anyone up there.

I didn't even see Nathan move out.

Block that psycho.

Your change starts with not taking that call.

Nathan.-Hey, Chris.

Um, I just left a box of your stuff at your front door.

When?-Uh, right now.

And you didn't think to knock?

Nathan!

- Hey, Chris. - Hey.

Hey, ha-ha, all the stuff should be in there.

- Feeling lonely? - Yes.

Getting me through a rough patch.

No, no. I can't take this. It's yours.

Uh, uh, it's okay.

Um...

You know, you always like playing it, and, um...

I do miss this little thing.

You wanna come in?

I... You know, I... I can't. I gotta... I gotta go.

You two need a room?

Yeah. Yes.

You know, uh, I can't... I can't keep her waiting.

How are the stitches holding up?

Uh, you know, nothing's fallen out, so.

So, who... who moved into your old place?

An old friend.

Kind of an emergency.

- You mean "spider lady with the heels"? - Who?

Just carried half the Titanic up to your place.

Okay.

I just don't get why you had to move out so quickly.

Um...

Yeah, I just needed to...

I just needed to be anywhere but here.

- I was worried. - I know.

- I'm still worried. - I know, I know.

And I... Thank you.

Okay, but I'm... I'm doing all right,

and I promise that won't happen again.

I got new meds.

- I didn't know you had old meds. - Look, Chris, I'm fine.

Well, if you're fine, then why are you still ghosting me?

Just don't worry about it. Okay?

When the time is right, I'll...

I'll tell you... Really.

Okay, but right now I have to go.

Good seeing you, Nathan. Buh-bye.

Okay. Come on. Mmm-hmm.

Stupid tree.

Hi there.

I see you've moved into my friend's old place.

I'm Chris.

Lana.

So, do you know, Nathan?

- I live just over here. - No, I don't.

My friend just moved in. I'm over on Steenbeck.

I don't think I've ever seen who lives there now.

It's my friend Walter.

He doesn't get out much.

Recently confined to a wheelchair.

I'm so sorry to hear that. Was it an accident?

He fell from a window.

That's terrible.

So many strange goings on around here.

Could fill a book.

Hello, Chris speaking.

She does know Nathan.

What the hell?

This should fix it.

[ON TV]Don't don't die on me.

[RASPILY, ON TV]I never got to see Wichita.

[ON TV]You did the right thing, honey.

Your daughter needed you.

The time is 1:00 p.m. Please flip over.

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

We got an update on the pool incident.

The return of Pool Man?

Nope.

Leopard Lady.-Who?

Who was carrying shit up to Nathan's old place.

- Really? - Something went in the pool again,

and she jumped in right after, leopard dress and all.

Another cigar?

Not exactly.

What did you do?

- I dove in. - And?

Get this.

- It had a coded message in it. - A what?

I just sent it to you. Check your inbox.

I love you, my friend, but sometimes...

Oh, my God, this is... this is some spy stuff.

I'm pretty sure it's a dead drop.

What's a dead drop?

When spies hit up a random place to exchange messages like this.

You'd think they'd be better prepared

than just jump in straight with their clothes on.

Yeah, I don't know.

Maybe they just follow orders.

Well, I do know an author who used a cryptologist for research on a book.

I can give him a call.

Chris, you hear me?

Chris, where'd you go? You still there?

Great. Sounds good. Gotta go.-Chris?

Shit.

Okay. Where did I put that?

Oh, too many piles.

Is that a saw?

Oh... Oh...

Got my keys.

Oh, this is tiny.

Ooh, stinky.

I need to do laundry.

Okay, this will do. Jeans. Yeah.

Oh! My boob!

Okay.

Keys.

Hmm. I don't like this.

I look like an extra on Friends.

Why do I even care what I look like?

He ghosted me,

and now he's fighting people with a saw.

Where's that top he gave me?

Fresh as a daisy.

I look like a corpse.

This will liven it up.

He liked this color on me.

I think.

All I can do is make him regret it.

Nathan?

What's going on?

Hey.

- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, because of what just happened...

Oh, yeah, it's, well, it's a bit complicated.

Okay.

- So, an old friend moved in, right? - Yeah. Yeah.

In a wheelchair?

Um...

Yeah, tha... Yeah, that's the one.

Did you break in?

No, I just, um...

I just forgot something,

- actually. - Couldn't knock?

Are you in some kind of trouble? Money?

No, I... I just... I just really needed something in there.

- A saw? - Uh, it's...

- Still on the meds? - The meds...

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, um, yeah. I'm still on 'em.

- Okay. Is it drugs? - Chris, I'm... I'm fine.

- Maybe I could get it for you? - No, uh, stay away from that place.

I mean, uh...

I appreciate the offer, but there's a, uh...

It's a terrible termite problem,

and I just think it's best if we both just stay away.

Who's that big guy?

I've seen him around.

Really weird.

He's got a good right hook too.

What are you mixed up in, babe?

Nathan?

I will tell you when I can. Okay?

Uh, but it's not now. Not now.

Okay, but promise me you'll tell me.

I do.

I do.

You... you look really nice.

Thanks.

You, uh, got a nice place here.

Yeah. Thanks, um...

Uh, yeah. How's... how's the book going?

- It's going. - On Chapter 17?

Still waiting to be written.

You'll finish it.

When you do, I'd love to read it.

Thanks.

You know, I... I have a pizza thawing in there, um...

Uh...

I actually have to get back to it.

Of course.

Good to see you.

- Hello. - Hi, this is James.

Gina sent me a picture you took of a coded message.

Right, you're the cryptologist.

Good to hear from you.

Well, it doesn't appear to be a very sophisticated cipher.

It relies on the coder and the decoder

to have access to the same source material.

That was the hard part.

Breaking the code for the codex was simple.

Usually this is a rare manuscript or a one-time pad,

but this appears to just be a book

that was on the bestsellers list last spring.

Something called Mind Thief.

With the book it should be a pretty straightforward process.

I can send my assistant to pick up a copy in the morning.

Um... no need.

I think I can find one.

Can I come to you right now?

Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.

My pleasure. You brought the book?

Yeah. There it is.

Pull up a seat.

Okay, let's get to work.

- Oh, so this is your book? - Yes.

How did you get the message?

In a pool.

Gina said she thinks it's a dead drop.

I write thrillers. She has spies on the mind.

Do you think someone might be pulling a prank on you?

What makes you say that?

What are the odds that you would not only step into the middle of a spy dead drop,

but that the key to the cipher text is your own book?

Yeah, that is strange.

All right, then. So here's the key.

Well, the first line of numbers perplexed me.

It turns out it's not code, just GPS coordinates.

After that, each one of these entries correspond to a word.

You find it by going to the page,

then line, and finally the word.

I see.

You want me to read them out to you?

Yes, please.

Eighteen, three, four.

Okay, so the first word is...

"Open."

How did you know it was my book?

Here, at the top.

It's a pretty simple Freemason cipher.

It literally saysMind Thief book.

"Mind Thief book."

95, 14, 13.

"Bolt cutters."

75, 22, 11.

"Rohypnol."

- 39, 22... - "Meat tenderizer."

- Four... - "Mouth taped shut."

- 21, fourteen, nine. - "Rope."

- "Flashes." - 75, 22, 11.

"June 20th."

What do you make of this?

Home invasion.

Maybe a kidnapping.

I don't know what the last four numbers mean.

"June 20th."

That's today.

I hope someone is just playing a joke on you.

What if they're not?

My advice?

I think that you, and by extension me,

should forget this ever happened.

So, what was the message?

Okay. They were GPS coordinates.

A date. Today's date.

A time, 7:15, to open a gate.

And a creepy list of items.

What kind of items?

Uh, rope, duct tape, bolt cutters,

and, oh, my God, Rohypnol.

Sounds like someone's getting roofied. This is bad.

Yeah, I know, barely make it unless traffic behaves.

What? You actually going there?

Of course.

Okay. But, Chris, don't go in.

Just take down license plates or something.

Sure, I'll stay safe.

- Who did it? - She did it.

She did it? She did it? She did it? She did it?

- She did it! - She did it!

Oh, are you scared? Are you scared?

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

- Oh! - I didn't.

Oh, cheater!

What?

Next, uh, you're in the middle.

Uh, uh...

You want it? Come here. Come on. Last time.

All right, that's it.

Milk and cookies time. Let's go.

Monster's gonna get you! Monster's gonna get you!

Monster's gonna get you!

Hmm.

Where are you going?

Down to the basement.

Monster in the basement?

No. Not tonight.

But we always.

Not tonight.

- Why not? - We just can't.

Look, we'll go to that jumpy place tomorrow, okay?

I can tell mom about you and Uncle Roger in the pantry.

You don't have proof.

He left the proof in the trash.

I took a picture of it.

I'll tell your mom that you broke the Waterford crystal

and blamed your cousin.

I didn't mean to.

Neither did I.

Okay.

Now go drink your milk.

Where's that mop?

Oh, it's right over there.

Hmm. Nice violin.

Zero, three, two-O-nine, eight, seven...

Subject One.

- Hey. You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened? I've been trying to reach you, like, a lot.

Oh, I'm sorry. I just saw your missed calls.

Yeah. What did happen?

Oh! The address turned out to be a mansion.

Leopard lady has a mansion?

No. The leopard lady was the nanny at the mansion.

In her leopard dress? That's progressive.

She had more of a nanny thing going on. But anyway...

So she places the kids in front of the TV.

These two Stepford-Wives-like twins.

Wow. Wait. Wait a minute.

- How do you know this? - I went inside.

Just like I said not to.

She spikes their chocolate milk with I imagine the Rohypnol

- and opens the front gate for Zeke. - Wait a minute.

She roofied the kids? And who's Zeke?

- The pool guy. His name is Zeke. - How do you know his name?

Nathan was yelling at him when he went to his old apartment

- to steal a saw. - A saw?

Don't worry about it.

So, then she goes down to the basement and ties herself up.

Zeke cuts the power to the house

and opens this super huge vault down there.

That's what the numbers were.

Yup. The vault combination.

And then?

That's all I remember.

So how'd you get out of there?

I don't remember.

It's all kind of a black hole until...

Really? You don't remember? But you were there. How could you...

Have you been having other memory lapses?

I don't know. Maybe.

Chris, before the power was cut,

did any of the security cameras see you?

Shoot.

Do not go to the cops! I'll be right over.

I need you to write the following.

Okay, why am I doing this?

231.

17.

Two.

Next line.

67.

18.

Nine.

It's your handwriting.

- That's impossible. Why would I be... - What are you involved in?

How the hell am I supposed to know?

Okay. Okay. All right.

What do we know?

You've been having memory lapses.

Yeah.

You know, sometimes, I'll be reading my notes

and not remember when I made them.

I mean, they're definitely my thoughts,

but I don't remember committing them to paper.

You meditate, right?

Yeah. Every day.

You do any of that astrally projecting stuff?

I'm not Doctor Strange. I didn't astral project another me.

Meditation doesn't work like that.

I'm just trying to narrow the field.

I'm trying to figure out the mechanism by which you became a crime lord.

I don't even know how to write coded messages.

Or I didn't.

Maybe during these blackout periods,

you're living a whole other life.

This is totally Fight Club.

And you're Tyler Durden.

I don't wanna be Tyler Durden.

Why the hell would I be doing this?

Do any gardening today?

No.

Clean chimney's again?

That's weird. I've been inside the whole day.

Maybe you're sleepwalking.

Nocturnal activities.

Honey,

you need to meet your other self.

Mmm.

What the hell?

This should fix it.

[ON TV] My arm! It's caught in the shredder.

[ON TV] Cutting it off is the right thing.

Our other daughter needs us, honey.

- Let's talk about this! - Sorry, baby.

Gina was right.

I'm a sleepwalking zombie.

But why?

Who's controlling me?

Kinda remember this.

Oh, God. I remember this.

Hmm. Subject Two's accidental trigger

from watching the film Delicatessen

highlights the imperative that both, the triggers

and un-triggers must consist...

...of absolutely unique irreproducible sounds.

Ones that the subject will never hear in their own world.

...subjects Three and Four

will continue to function in a reduced cognitive state,

easy to establish control and not conflict

with the increased amount of instructions.

Only Subject Three will remember his induced state.

Must implement damage control for Subject One

who will never finish her Chapter 17.

And speak of the devil.

Welcome, Chris.

Thank you.

Who am I?

Mastermind.

Ah! Good.

Very good.

Close your eyes.

You will be taking a long journey.

Far, far away to your safe place.

You have been here before.

It is home.

You feel at peace here.

Everything as it should be.

Open your eyes.

How's the book coming along?

I'm stuck on Chapter 17.

A new book to break the code?

So sorry to hear about that.

Tell me. Why did you go to the mansion?

A note led me there.

- The note compelled you? - The mystery did.

Ah. Couldn't help yourself.

- No. - Ah.

When was the first mystery?

First time you were compelled and couldn't stop?

My parents.

They left me.

Disappeared when I was ten.

What happened?

We were camping.

My dad told me to climb up a tree.

He wanted to take a picture.

He knew I loved climbing.

It was an old oak.

Branches stretching every which way.

And into the sky.

I was a good climber.

I wanted to touch the clouds.

I turned around...

they were gone.

The tent.

Car.

Everything was just like we left it.

They just disappeared.

And they left you alone.

Where were they found?

They were never found.

An unsolved mystery.

And you were orphaned.

I wish my parents had abandoned me.

They were, uh, abusive.

Psychologically.

One of their little games

when I was a child was to convince me there was a monster

who would eat me,

just devour me if ever I disobeyed them.

Named him, uh, Belphegor.

I never figured out how they did this, but...

when they told me Belphegor was getting ready to eat me,

there was this, uh...

terrible scratching noise from under the floorboards

like, um, a rusty shuffle across concrete.

And it would move towards me from under the floor unless they told it to stop.

A monster who would eat their only child.

Your mystery led you to your books.

Your wrongly orphaned children and the puzzles in their mind.

My mystery led me to neuroscience.

The puzzle of controlling the mind.

You must miss your parents.

Does Nathan make you feel safe like your father?

Did you feel safe when Nathan attacked you with his scissors?

No.

He didn't attack me.

You told me he attacked you.

That he was a lion in wait.

Did I?

Yes.

He tried to kill you.

Nathan is a violent man. He threw me out a window.

And now, this is my prison.

Prison of a broken man.

He is a lion in wait.

And he will kill you.

No, he won't.

Now that I have this back from my employer, my former employer,

I will give you one last dream.

No. She's Type A. Won't remember anything.

You're one of the lucky ones.

When you wake from this spell, you'll remember nothing at all.

Goodbye, Chris.

Deeper and...

Deeper into the subconscious.

There you are.

He is a lion in wait.

He will kill you.

One. Nathan is a violent man.

Twelve. Ah. Two.

There you are.

Eight. Zero.

241. Three.

Yes. Nine. 98. 60.

Two. Four.

He is a lion in wait.

Three. Four. One. Eight. Six.

Eight. Six. Dash one, one.

Eight. Four. Six. Seven. Five.

I write coded messages in my sleep?

Hmm.

I've been framed for murder.

Gotta see this through.

What else did I do?

Oh, God. A second note.

I've signed my own death warrant.

I need you to come over right now.

Psst.

Psst. Hey.

- What are we doing? - Quiet!

We're waiting for my killer to arrive.

- Say what? - Shh!

I wrote two more messages. One was an order to kill me.

Why would you do that?

I don't know.

But I'm not the mastermind.

Some guy in a wheelchair in Nathan's old apartment is.

He's controlling everything.

Well, that's a relief.

Yeah. Except the someone is trying to kill me part.

Right.

What did the other messages say?

To kill someone named Lana Niles.

Nathan actually knew her.

I met her once.

She lied to me.

So, what happened?

Zeke strangled her.

She's dead.

Holy shit! Why aren't we going to the cops?

Mainly because I think I'm being framed.

The killer put my note on Lana Niles' body.

And he took a Polaroid.

Of the note on the corpse?

Time, location and method of murder. All in my handwriting.

Did you really think that Norma was the killer?

I don't know. She sometimes has a look in her eye.

Fucking hectic.

This is not happening.

I'm not gonna tell you, "I told you so," but...

It's not him.

Maybe he planted a bomb in there.

The note did say that the murder weapon is a blade.

And it was right about the strangulation.

He is a lion in wait.

He is a lion in wait.

Where am I?

And why is there a knife in my leg?

You just tried to kill me with that knife.

My aim's a bit off.

I sort of guided it into your leg.

Okay, yeah. That makes sense.

Why was I trying to kill you?

You were hypnotized.

Who would do that?

An asshole.

Of course.

I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship?

We're fine. I've been hypnotized too.

Kill anyone?

I don't actually know.

This was my sexy leg.

Here, careful.

Oh!

Sorry.

Okay, duck.

Why not the couch?

Kinda stains easily.

Okay.

Just sit right there. I'll get something.

Um... should we pull the knife out?

Uh, not yet. It's gonna bleed.

Okay. Well, it's kinda bleeding anyway.

This might sting a little.

It's already stinging, so "a little" would be an improvement.

Motherfucking hell!

Sorry. I'm new at this.

Ahhh!

Shit balls and donkey punch.

Okay. Hold it down.

- I've got pills. - Give me pills!

The prescription on these might be old.

I do not care!

Can I have a glass of water?

Please.

Bottled?

I'm not picky.

Thank you.

I'm good.

Okay.

So you're good?

I will be once these kick in.

Okay, good.

That's fine. That's fine.

Yeah.

What are you looking for?

I knew it.

- So there's Nathan. - Hmm.

That's the murderer.

Zeke Tillman.

He killed her,

Lana Niles.

And that's the Mastermind.

Walter Blackwood.

I think I know him.

Really?

Yeah, but he was in a wheelchair.

Offered to help me kick my smoking habit

with hypnosis therapy.

I think I went to his office and it's...

It's just fuzzy now.

Yup, that's definitely her.

She's the mother of the twins.

I think she was funding their research but...

Yes!

There was an ethics scandal. She pulled the plug.

Wait, I gotta show you this.

Oh!

Oh, is this the footage from your spycam?

And it's awfully peculiar.

That's him all right.

So he's been trying to get me to kill Nathan.

I said no.

And then they put this weird helmet on me.

That's what programmed me to write the messages.

Wait. How did you get to his place?

I'll show you.

So I wake up here at 3:07.

And then, I guess, sleepwalk?

Whoa, wait. Let's go back.

What happened right before?

Let's not do that again.

Okay. Right, right.

So... stabbing me in my leg snapped me out of it.

You're not into self-harm are you?

Only in relationships.

Okay.

Yesterday, do you remember anything before you called me?

No. I was just home. Playing my bowl.

My bowl.

Hmm?

Well, there goes my way out of this.

This is heavy.

I need ice cream.

Pills are where it's at.

"Ask the bear."

What is it?

Chris, I'm so sorry to have involved you in this.

But I need you to read every word carefully.

The man who moved into my old apartment,

Walter Blackwood,

was the head of our cognitive neuroscience group at Berkeley.

Inadvertently,

we discovered a way to affect the hypnotic state

through advanced neural manipulation.

It breaks my heart to tell you this,

but you were our first subject.

Now, the thoughts produced in this state

are indistinguishable from the subject's reality.

Initially, these experiments were genuine.

Walter, however,

became obsessed with the hypnotic aspect of the work

and took it down a sinister path.

He is extremely dangerous.

By now, you may know that the singing bowl I gave you

lifts you out of your hypnotic state.

Please, guard the bowl with your life.

As it is your only lifeline to reality.

Walter has burdened me with only one hypnotic command.

To kill you.

My own lifeline, as well as Zeke,

now Walter's personal bodyguard,

are tied to the sound of the saw.

But it's only a theory,

as I haven't been able un-trigger myself.

I'm sorry, but I can't be of any use to you with this condition.

I can only hope that you unlock the mystery to the saw.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Nathan!

He left the saw.

Chris.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Chris.

How in the hell do you hide a saw?

Chris!

What?

That saw?

Wily old minx.

Um, what's with the saw?

I don't think this is a good idea.

You have a better idea?

I do not, but why do you have to go in there?

Because the saw is in there.

The magic saw?

I mean, in theory, they won't expect me

because I shouldn't know where the key is.

And two, they think I'm dead.

Because you killed me.

Keep your phone on silent, but keep it visible.

I'll text you if anyone comes.

All right, let's do this.

That's undercover?

It's the darkest thing that wasn't in my hamper.

Sorry, Norma.

Huh.

Hmm.

- What is it? - Follow Zeke.

Okay.

He's going out to the street, I think, carrying that helmet.

Follow Zeke wherever he goes.

Zeke's gone, why are you whispering?

- I don't wanna wake Norma. - She's sleeping?

I knocked her out.

Good girl. Okay, I'm on it.

Gina?

Guess where I am?

In your car?

Well, yes,

but I'm parked behind Zeke's car on some road.

He took the helmet and went into the woods.

Okay, don't do anything.

Oh, like when I told you not to do anything?

Yeah. I mean, no.

Like for real, don't do anything.

Just stay there. I'm on my way.

I gotta change that ringtone.

Didn't expect your flight to touch down for an hour.

Jet stream over the Pacific is extremely strong.

So... how are you?

I mean, did they hurt you or...

Oh, no. This? No. This, it's fine.

- I'll be fine. - Okay. Good.

Wait, they...

They didn't take anything out of the vault, did they?

Nope. I was right there.

I think something scared the robber before he could try to open it.

- Did they take the kids? - Nope.

- They're in the dining room. - Well, there's that.

They found me the next morning. They're my little heroes.

Well, hello, my darlings.

Hello, Mother.

I'll fix you a nice tea.

Well, that was weird.

Come here. Give me a hug.

Gosh, you guys are so slow.

Did the cops scare them?

Um, maybe, a little.

What's up with the present?

- We don't know. - Uncle Roger dropped it off.

Shall we open it?

Not yet.

Uncle Roger said we have to read the letter first.

All right. Bring it to me.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

"Hello, Stacy.

"I hope this finds you of sound mind and body.

"This is a present...

"This is a present...

"for the whole world.

"A gift that you didn't want to share.

"Looks like I'll be sharing this gift with you."

"And thank you for your...

"sound mind and...

"body..."

Gosh!

It's the kind of stuff I write about.

I guess I shouldn't have gone inside.

Common mistake.

Yes.

Common mistake.

They're busy hypnotizing the lady of the house right now.

Looks like the kids are already under his spell.

This is some trippy...

Holy mother of God.

Oh, no! Not again.

Well, yeah.

I'm really embarrassed.

What is it?

I got it.

The mayor's behind it.

What?

Chapter 17.

Alcohol.

Not as good as pills, but...

- To clean the wound. - Right.

- And then get you wasted. - Righter.

I'm gonna need your sweater.

What, I just got this!

And I like the color!

Macy's having a sale on Thursday.

It's on me.

Okay, it's a date...

if we're alive.

Whoa! Whoa! Okay.

Can we have a countdown this time?

- Okay. On three. - Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- One, two, three! - One, two, three!

That didn't help!

Oh, I think I'm getting the hang of this.

Yes, so much better than last time.

What is the sound of a deaf saw?

Is that a riddle?

I don't know. It's what's written on the handle.

Does that mean it's for the deaf?

Or it deafens?

But saws aren't that loud.

Maybe just a lousy musician.

Musician?

Yeah, a great uncle, he played the saw.

How do you play a saw?

He used a bow, like, like a violin.

You just, you just kind of bend it back in the...

You gotta, you gotta...

Do you know who I am?

Yes, Mastermind.

Are you ready to take another journey?

First, you need to take the elevator to the second floor.

I imagine...

you've grown to hate me.

And that I might deserve a fitting...

punishment.

But maybe that's not enough to complete the task.

Step out of the elevator and close the gate behind you.

This task will not compromise your integrity.

It's a simple Darwinian theory.

Survival of the fittest.

Now come into the living room.

There's one last request.

I want you to kill me.

Strike me in the heart and you'll be free.

No more commands,

your free will returned, then I escape my prison.

I want to die.

You will be putting me out of great misery.

It is a kindness.

I cannot deal with this life in this chair anymore.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Bravo!

Bravo, my sweet!

You monster.

That was a dirty trick.

Mmm, yes.

A regrettable necessity...

For what?

For what?

To demonstrate the power of the hypnosis.

To show it can enact any behavior,

despite our moral and mortal peril.

For what...

You couldn't get Nathan to kill me.

No.

He'd rather fall on a knife and throw me out a window.

But the urge to kill you was always there.

He chose to literally...

handcuff himself to prevent hurting you.

Ah, love.

And you had to trick me to kill him.

Yes.

In that I fail.

But I have also learned and I will use that to succeed.

The hypnosis will prove stronger than even love.

- No! - I'll smash it!

You'll be doing many people from never escaping their entrapped minds if you do.

Well, you'd do a lot of bad things, if I don't.

You're such a Boy Scout.

You'll do one bad thing, if you do.

- Yes. - Chris...

I need you to leave.

You ought to bash her brains in, don't you?

Don't you?

- Just leave. - She's right there.

All you have to do is kill her.

And the hunger goes away.

Kill her. Kill her.

Kill her.

No! I'd rather bash your brains in!

Play the notes. D, E, A, F!

♪ D, E, A, F ♪

- Bend it like this? Okay. - Yeah, something like that.

Wait, wait. No, no, no, no. Not the blade side. The other side.

Oh, right.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Yes!

- I got this. - Okay.

♪ D ♪

♪ E

♪ A ♪

You got this, bitch!

♪ F ♪

No! No!

No! No! No.

You made me a murderer.

You made me kill Lana!

You remember.

Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, don't kill him.

I need him, Zeke.

He has to deprogram me.

He's the only one that can break the spell.

Why would you make me do that?

Why?

I will never have my free will if he dies.

You deserve to die.

You deserve to die.

Where am I?

Play the notes to end the kill command, and we'll let you live.

So says the Boy Scout.

Hmm.

You know, I've become

quite good at playing this thing, even in my condition.

An absolute army of commands.

Why an old saw?

Specifically, this saw?

One of a kind.

So the sounds can't be reproduced.

Well, except for the recordings that were in my poly-synth.

How are you feeling?

I'm not sure.

I mean, I...

I don't wanna murder you.

Well, that's a good thing.

Should we unlock it?

Let's not get carried away.

Look I guess I'm seeing the humor in the...

Was that better?

That week we spent in the Maldives.

Didn't I lose our passports?

That's right, you did.

Don't unlock him just yet.

Wait. How did you not get triggered by the didgeridoo?

Oh, I did, but Gina stabbed me.

I'm still getting the hang of the whole stabbing thing.

It's kind of my thing.

I should probably get a tetanus shot.

Wait. Could we have just stabbed you?

No.

Walter made sure that the urge to murder you was implanted deeply.

Nothing short of death could free him of that impulse.

Almost as hard as making Dolores wear an animal print.

No. No. No, no, no.

I would never wear an animal print.

So you remember everything.

I would never spare him the nightmare of killing the one he loved.

Whose suit is this?

Did you have to stab Stacey?

She was one of our main investors.

I was careful and it worked.

Now where are those kids?

What's with the screwdriver?

Hey!

So, what now?

You know what? I really don't know.

Clean up your mess.

Try and clear our names.

You remember the early days?

When our only test subjects were ourselves.

We learned a lot back then.

Trigger points of our consciousness,

how our memories shape us.

Our dreams were in there.

But also our nightmares.

Which program should I run?

Definitely Walter's Mind Trap.

Perfect.

Looks like you got your first visitor.

You're supposed to be dead.

So is Nathan.

How can this be?

Since you're the Mastermind.

I guess none of us got what we wanted.

And so...

when did you get to me?

Right before you ratted us out to Stacy.

I knew you were too much of a Boy Scout to let us reach the end game.

Hmm.

I clearly disagreed with your end game.

How did you send the letter to Stacy

if I already had control of you?

I realized it was only a matter of time...

before one of us took over the others.

I had a fail-safe.

One that you...

apparently didn't discover.

What was it?

Why would I tell you?

You're only delaying the inevitable.

My plan ensures the world will be a better place.

It will be cold and incapable of love a world in your image.

I'm guessing you don't have the helmet.

Oh, but I will.

First, I am going to kill Nathan

and then his darling Chris.

And then the helmet will be mine.

You don't have to leave me here.

Walter, sorry, you see,

I was never here.

And you won't remember the last two years of your life.

What is this?

What is this?

What is...

Where is this?

Where is this? Where is this?

What happened?

Please.

My legs! My legs!

What's happened to my legs?